======================================== SAMPLE 1 ======================================== Chi-o-chu Rockstar [Repeat Chorus] Really though yo It's like this and like that and like this and local rap star I suppose Standing 7 foot 3, with a pro ball skills Known for killing things, in my fields you be sure to find Streets watch, po-po and Biggie Cadillac dipped f/ Ice-T Preem laid me,ola, Carpoles and it's certain that Papa John will rock you, like rotow Fresh dipped baby, how you luv that baby? Keep on, moving like a, wheelie Fresh, move around like icer Preem playing basketball, ice like mydalo Moving pretty nasty, like crease Catch you under paint Poking under paint, it ain't no love Catch you under paint, it ain't no love [Chorus] - repeat 2X Love the way I be poppin them colors All the love that I got, it's funny how I keep reppin them rows I keep reppin them rolls I'ma do it any time Feel like I'm winnin mine Play the game like a roll of the dice [Verse 2 - Papa Marco] Did you like the way that I rock them g-shapes The smile that you're so blinded by is so priceless Sex, champagne, hamps, we love to drop 'em And if you don't believe me, order a glass of orange I am what you wouldn't pay for a aisle of oesas Bite you with my passion I'm so fresh, I'm like a mosh pit Drinkin' two 12's, without the glasses I have you wastin' time Baby, if you're cool with being broke, I beg your pardon Doin' shows, is the way that you are We do it right, we do it on our own If we try to be had, we're gonna be straight We be on top of it, that's why I'm checkin' your rep Lookin' at you all fine, mama I'm sure you see the pride in my motherfucking eyes As long as your legs is strong Baby, baby, baby, baby I know it ain't easy, sis, just like I Tell my niggas that you gon' be successful Soon as I wake, you're hollerin', "Yeah" Soon as I'm finished with you Tell my niggas P.E.A.C.A.C.A. Ain't never lost respect I'm finna win it all, I'm finna stack it all I'm playing with my head, I'm playin' with your head I'm playin' in the court, murder your competition There's so much money in the world, I just might change your name Free my niggas who need prison now Should I run with Mase or Dahmatee? Countitect, bulldozer, sprayarm Let the choir sing [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Bishop Lamont] We gotta have it We could put a lighter to the pole We can paint the whole place purple Even the shore will feel like a purpose I don't know what you're stoned to see and I don't see none I got your name in my heart and we gonna party for life And we'll hit the bottles then lay on the bed And we'll party til it's quiet Until we under the sheet Then I drink a drink, then I drink a drink Then we party trick, until we under the sheet Then stick our hands out, stick our hands out You lay down, you find a pretty face Girl, you done wrote a hit song I am the world's finest featur... [Chorus] Artist: Aceyalone Album: Hip Hop and the World We Live In Song: Art Club Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash It's about the art It's about the alright.. alright Yes, yes, count those clouds Yes, count those clouds You gotta count.. Count them clouds Yes, count those clouds You gotta count them clouds You gotta count them clouds You gotta count them clouds You gotta count them clouds You gotta count them clouds Sitting round, hello Fresher than bullies with Bics Count that down to the cup One for the parties, one for trips Sikes was there, there, there My boys fitness Coach, you know we keep that gym in ======================================== SAMPLE 2 ***@***.*** [Verse 1: Peedi Crakk] I'm tired of the dirty work, dirty shoes No funny hustle, no foul play ubby mims hangin' with the stadium must of gotten heavy, holy war can an owner get his/her security a million dollars, in andover chucks fiber bullets, nice with the hammer naw hate to smile, ha it's pretty late win your 9, if you gamble up and fall short I put that on my OG, know where to draw bet a hundred, if you out of space I start a right, swell up on a dyke no hats, just strongs and bars bought my black shades, from shadows no hands still can't trust my homeboy, Chevy did it with an arrow I got a beamin's dream 'bout 80 bands on my back but homeboy has to go, it's curtains right when the music plays that's when I hear murder beats in the lobby, bullets flying outta your Ma Bell storms getting stronger, my shells stay way past proof since a sucker, wants to know how I'm still here [Chorus] [Verse 2: Yeo Bang] I'm on the stateTrook and promoted until I'm on my way toll free, in the club still drinkin' hennesey tryna make it to the next bar out as little bitches still thuggin' high note drugs and chee-fiends atbox, uh, log Nigga say what? how we go so raw we gonna let the system know we from wasteville, you ain't say a word about that chicken laying in the meat bag can't fuck with us with the walkman oh wait a minute...I got a problem... we ain't gon' beGonna deliver us Rover time, don't wait a second this is ridiculous, I think your inhibitions may have hit me off workin' at a strip club, you can sit around the bar singin' a song, there it is, we are the law Please don't make a wrong or a mistake and more than clothes, there to loot oh what the hell you think this is? you ain't about to lose lordensmith this is a symphony a symphony of misery and sorrow and terror in general [Chorus] Artist: Akinyele Album: Come As You Are (Mixtape) Song: Feelings Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Chorus] Something strange has brought me to this moment When I need to be holding on to what's mine Can I begin to set purpose to my being With the pieces of a puzzle thatoys are playing [Verse 1] My emotions areBuilding up inside of me I am lonely, it is breaking me to know Rules, or do you got no limits Because every single day your words are mistaking me Everytime you introduce me to a stranger Your ideas or your jokes What is that nothing, that nothing you're telling me expands my stickers through the pages of my subconscious Where all my plans, service and loves are There's nothing left in my heart but love and unity And unity is the key to all that is [Chorus] Something strange has happened, breaking my heart I will continue to flow in this music And people, there'll come a time When I must keep on pressing on More explore, beyond what you thought I once was fine, now everything is going bad What is that nothing, that nothing you're telling me [Verse 2] Your words are wrapping around my body Like strong ornaments or birds, I can see you trying to grab my attention But what is this, nothing has changed, I am still feeling the strings The things you've been telling me, I guess it makes me think I now possess an attention free mind The foundation of my life is a man Without a doubt, you're the perfect and perfect being I forever want to become you, next to you I've always had a handle on my heart, I just hope you see [Chorus] Something strange has happened, breaking my heart I will continue to flow in this music And people, there'll come a time When I must keep on pressing on More explore, beyond what you thought I now possess an attention free mind The foundation of my life is a man Without a doubt, you're the perfect and perfect being I already know, this thing will never end [Breakdown w/ ad-lib ======================================== SAMPLE 3 ======================================== who has ears Into the Sensation 3 2 1 all were missing Moment like that moment there was something I saw Tell me what it is you're looking for my point of view Moments like that make me trip But I always miss what you often see Artist: 311 Album: Music Song: Therapy Typed by: AZ Lyrics Yet I find it hard toOG The EQ like the moonlight On my own time it's only a matter of time Before the outside creeps on Gonna take on the world Gonna take me to the center Yes yes, I'd like to take a Sample of someone who loves you And show you just just how natural Oh oh The wild west of slowly gnaws When it's quiet all the calls trickle There's no religion so We are just strangers Land always under siege You might call me ghost But the Devil dances with wounded hands Your skin's ruddy, it tastes like food Like bait up on a lighthouse Reality bites now, it ain't hard to tell You got hit hard, 'cause I've innovated In high speed, blind speed, speed as well as we can see Oh oh The wild west of slowly gnaws When it's quiet all the calls trickle There's no religion so We are just strangers Land always under siege You might call me ghost But the Devil dances with wounded hands Your skin's ruddy, it tastes like food Like bait up on a lighthouse Reality bites now, it ain't hard to tell You got hit hard, 'cause I've innovated In high speed, blind speed, speed as well as we can see The wild west of slowly gnaws When it's quiet all the calls trickle There's no religion so We are just strangers Land always under siege You might call me ghost But the Devil dances with wounded hands Your skin's ruddy, it tastes like food Like bait up on a lighthouse Reality bites now, it ain't hard to tell You got hit hard, 'cause I've innovated Artist: 311 Album: Music Song: Welcome Typed by: AZ Lyrics Welcome to this here live drunk and we wreckin' And you fuck Taliban it's a major turning point Go to war with a crew that knows what you miss Like them and you hate it but isn't afraid of us And you love it, it's here like I did before you But you're still not afraid of the dark and the brain Welcome to this here live drunk and we wreckin' And you fuck Taliban it's a major turning point Go to war with a crew that knows what you miss Like them and you hate it but isn't afraid of us And you're still not afraid of the dark and the brain Welcome to this here live drunk and we wreckin' And you fuck Taliban it's a major turning point Go to war with a crew that knows what you miss Like them and you hate it but isn't afraid of us And you're still not afraid of the dark and the brain Artist: 70 Second Assassin f/ C.C.F. Division, LaToya Love Album: Remarkable Timing Song: Havoc 2 Typed by: DaSun Akbar [Intro: C.C.F. Division] (DaSun Akbar) {Akbar} Yeah, give it up to God yeah We the long with these...you know what I'm saying This the deejay pumping This the deejay pumping, this the deejay pumping {*8X*} This going out to the O.G.D. [C.C.F. Division] We come together as one Then together in rhyming, this goes out to you Everybody that know me (I know you) You need me (IExplain) Soexplaining it going in on these (ripping and captivatingiting it) ? For me (explaining it) For real feel this [LaToya Love] Well into twisting the turning page once more I become one with the words since a youngster Once I learned to speak on my lines and not some distance language that's long and grow some teeth but not a ch Hard to find tonight From aWER cross, to aAfrogram reflector I take it to foreign exchange, Germany we get you here in the L! [Levitate] ======================================== SAMPLE 4 ======================================== ty hook Make you mine, till I pass it to the baby girl Repeating the first letter, baby girl, girl, girl [Chorus 2X: Alltruisms] Hey shorty, I've got it in my DNA Your body sounds rough, like a gravel pit, kid I've been around the world In the club, at the music club But I've been aroundground like a rock In the ghetto, all you gotta do is push, holla If you've got legs, I'ma push mine [Kendra] When I was nineteen I was hyped, I had no likes Dumbin' up on the dance floor, I was talkin' shit Around my moms, my homies, they was mad as me At the time, I seemed a little silly too Says her smile as she drove by: "You was silly too" On the West, as these homeboys walk by Dance floor pros, they always starting to act up Man, I even got a group of straight 'Nas That's why they act up in this video, shorty Cause they act up in this video, shorty [Chorus 2X] [Tame One] It's '89, I'm in L.A. With my nemeses, and we up in Corona L.A. time, L.A. time Nigga bangin', just like we bangin' on the mic And we high as fuck, and we all about our fuckin' money And, a slight delayment, cause our money be good It's my move, to put a hole in you Bounce like you just dropped from a nigga As soon as I see you hos be mine I gotta do it for my pa And my niggas pimpin', on some kinda runnin' shit I'm a fool like that, to be honest with you I'm a player like that Better stay on your P's and D's, as I kick this c-andy shit And let my partner kick this dope shit [Chorus 2X] [Juvenile] Baby, what you need to do for me to get some cash huh? Alright, call your pa, and call your pa And tell him, Pass the green, if you want some? And if you don't, Bring some showed, huh? Put your heaters to the biddas chest Fuck with me, I'll knock your head on anvil I'ma start smashin' right now You got a Roc, don�t have a clue Let me tell you, this is a horror movie Hit theidde, it seems like everybody is starving Hot Boy doo, Weezy want aMMM A must have, a G see If you want it, then we gotta have it If you want it, then we gotta have it If you want it, then we gotta have it I know you wanna start back trappin', but You gotta keep it cool, jot it down like You went from trick to cash strugglin', and sellin' drugs Jot it down like Taste my life, to juggle hustlin' and rapin' Now look at me baby, I knew you was mine Until I took a little shine, you was on lock like Bang, bang, bang you got jacked, had to get your serve out You had to get that chrome out, had you zig-zags down Ain't no more songs on the jukebox, yo Ain't no more songs on the jukebox, yo Ain't no more people talkin' in the pix bar, yo Ain't no more thangs on the block hollerin', always pick up the glock Ain't no real niggas on the block, yo Ain't no flowers in the pena, no kidnappers in the block Ain't no real men gettin' money, no real bakers on the block Ain't no real baked soda, no soda- makersyo All that shit you suppose to do, is go out and get paper House plans never sold, but they made and shit They ain't budgin' me, when I take a steps to harm I'm mothafuckin' dip, not peepin' one time Hoes wanna give head, but don't wanna get shook I hope they got a vest, so they can't hurt This No Limit rap is real, hammy gone Artist: Big Mike Album: Da Sky High Song: Da Sky High Typ ======================================== SAMPLE 5 ======================================== Work hard, play hard, fuck a bitch, even a broad She don't wanna play with me, I give her what she asking' dat'l be dishin' The bully back up, Benz truck, ski I ain't trippin' off what you gon' do You bring your gal, she bring your chick, bring yo' chick I brought mine over here, you think you got my fuckin' car? What your baby-mama-mama-mama-mama-mama listen to my nigga I'm just checkin', I'm just checkin', I'm just checkin', more [Verse 2: August Alsina] Ridin' with my niggas, camoose, had 'em squawkin' with the Tommy Come here baby girl, tell my girlfriend that I miss you like this Pulled up on a tree, aiyyo what the fuck you gon' do with me? Tryna take that chain, I'm sippin' Gucci cup with my rubbers Girl I'm poppin' Percocets, give her the bottle and let her pop that thang Pull up on your block, situation make mouths drop Hundred on the car, you with me, and I'm rollin' on your porch In my white Range, with Jeezy on the watch Head to your movies, bitch I'm lookin' for Hustle Parenthood Make you lose tongue, in the Skylark, she 'bout to squeeze what [Chorus: August Alsina] No I don't play, play no games And I don't play, no I don't play, no I don't play, play no games, no No I don't play, play no games And I don't play, play no games, no [Verse 3: August Alsina] You in a slump I'm climbin', you don't sleep And I pull up in a five G bubble butt naked Blowin' ya million I make it look like Adam Hunger Goin' to the club talkin' bout five G's Not one though, five G's in the trunk I almost to a five and I'm headed to the T.V. club And I make my way to you girl, I saw you like you had a disease Licked your lips, yes I did the same thing I'm goin' to the bar and I am a pull up Girl there is only one way to pull up, pull up Oh girl, once I'm finished down there to the back Girls way, you don't even even know how to act Did you want me do you bad, what? [Chorus: August Alsina] No I don't play, play no games And I don't play, no I don't play, no I don't play, play no games, no No I don't play, play no games And I don't play, play no games, no [Verse 4: Willemossip] Ma, you done read all about Meet me at the Hilton Genworth Called me up and kissed me on my forehead and say You done fell in love with the way I dress And if you're as good as its going get Give me a central air and tell me you gon' love me Don't mind if I do it but I don't need a safety limit I'm only 22 and I've been in the game for longer I came in the game with a performance Your hype man been up in theiques Tears kept highly at bayonetics Talk slick in the Windex Your father's laughingly similar Makes 21st century acting seem easy Even your kids come third far I've been there too long I've been in the game for longer I came in the game with a performance Your hype man been up in the crowd Tears kept highly at bayonetics Talk slick in the Windex Your father's laughingly similar Makes 21st century acting seem easy Even your kids come third [Verse 5: Willemossip] I've been nice since Mozart But I'm a take my future Boulevard hard with a diamond that quick Make a wish that can never be too true Got married to the street fame Bought me a high priced house That means my debt will jump I'm Ferrari to the Tere de Lucy She looked at me like ah That's how I roll papi I'm on the dance floor gimmicks With the 12 gauge recced I blaze the lane without the rag get the picture That's me I'm gonna get ======================================== SAMPLE 6 ======================================== s, and down? Cash the top off the motoribus you never failed your breath Infrared beam picked up the vicinity Two-way I be Kool with the definition See his ass was vicinity reach for slaughter that was done quick Without a Celique jet, no survival in my camp Gotta give a special mention to Jasonass which route Why do brothers want to talk to us? Moms and pops gave us some bud Your moms gave us a cigarette My daughter is understanding His potential and we're using it every chance we get Why do brothers want to talk to us? (Why do brothers want to talk to us? Why do brothers want to talk to us? Ya: Love is Relationship material Ya: 2x it's the life of a man called swishie [Chorus] 2x Artist: Arlo Maverick Album: Maybe Tomorrow Song: Can't Letchu Typed by: Music For Mavericks [Chorus: Arlo Maverick] I won't letchu I won't letchu I won't letchu I won't letchu No, I won't letchu [Verse 1: Arlo Maverick] Missing an tear, that cancer Could never be us, see Nah ma, that shit is career suicide See lil daddy need us Lost out where they go and where they go And I bet every soul Would suffer the souls Wouldn't be here tomorrow Yeah I can't letchu I won't letchu I won't letchu I won't letchu No, I won't letchu [Chorus: Arlo Maverick] I won't letchu I won't letchu I won't letchu I won, I won't letchu No, I won't letchu I won't letchu I won, I won't letchu Artist: Arlo Maverick Album: Maybe Tomorrow Song: Choices Typed by: Music For Mavericks [Chorus: Arlo Maverick] Yeah, I'm choosing, don't pick up my phone And I'm seeing like you drinking rum And I'm feeling like you losing control Like you think, why this world so crazy And I'm asking, why me? [Verse 1: Arlo Maverick] Send a kid to college Here's a question, maybe he'll go And learn about the street life Guess this song's for you, girl that's prolly your friends Not protected by sin, but protected by tradition From the streets of this ever states of mind Teenager with the soul Mendingo, don't sit instead of livin' Should've started anons, started tryna be a boss idea Man, she was tiggedy old loco You snuck all in my ziplock That's busted thug, like I'm on to Rogers Smilin' all in my dyke, tiggedy style I'm shady, tiggedy style, I'm shady, do I got the contacts? begin to track your pops,cell's with me How you got my work? Deep in the forest, California That's illegal, that's illegal, that's illegal Ain't mayne with me, that's illegal surgeons done, they can do us, do we need her? (I can do it!) She faded, despite all of my pimpin Couple girlfriends don't make me bigger, bigger All a nigga gotta do is unhide it When you're faded, I'll see you later (on the run?) When I get you in the sheets, you know I'm gonna get you anything You've been forgotten, kept a low profile Hit you off on siter Mixed Nuts, you know my pedigree [Chorus 2X:oraD] I'm choosing Alice, sipping on Merlot I'm rhythm seeking, Drummer Gang in this bitch And we ain't calling your name, calling your name [Chorus 2X] [Chorus 1X] Artist: Arsonists Album: Date of Birth Song: Millionaire Dream Typed by: ***@***.*** [Chorus: Q-Unique] WHO'S MUCH AROUND? (Every six months at least, nah, shit, that's what we kept its like for) THERE, then ======================================== SAMPLE 7 ======================================== need a little time I deserve a LaurenAid This life is really a bitch Brothers forget, no hope, but for today Dedicated from every single person who's always got a problem, but no running from it Excuse me, can I get a chance to? (*talking*) Uh, I can't answer that My brain just doesn't work like shit Ask me again, I'm sure to find that I don't have what it takes to cope with a boss [B.G.] I'm like the convict, yeah, I've been holdin' a gun You know like the picture in my head, I'm a hold a piece You know like the gunshot wounds to your chest? I'm like therez, this ain't no game, this is a fact You know like the picture in your head, no it's nothin' to me I'm a hold it down, I'm a hold it down Got you rich, you know you never to get none You know like the picture in your head, I can't get enough I'm insane with the shit, I'll swing and make a toast You know I'm hard to contain to, like the way I move Sometimes I don't even know what I'm livin to You know like the picture in your head, I can't get enough This is a fact, your life is a bitch Madelere know what time it is, you gonnigans [B.G.] This B.G. Clan, no L for Low We got much love for the masses, think of lines For years, I've been thuggin, out in every borough N.J., Detroit, stumping in the places that are big Subject, who the fuck did it Think of no one, slammin Low Group, pop em, have a pop face You wanna be a gangster, offstandin' Group, yeah, but we claimin' that I'm fake gangster, but we glad that's you Bitch, think of me first I am nothing like a thug Gotta say my words, have a laugh When it come to bein T-Town's greatest [Lounge Lo] I'm a playa playa, drunk off some liquor Sleep not, I lay down after school So I can get my paper, so I can buy my way Roll a marley, then roll another So I can get my dough, I can spend some days Bein real, so I can see what's in my eye Feelin real high, cause I be talkin In the hood, doin my thang And if I sound snooty, put a bustin gat in your dome You know we about to flex This is for the Real McG's, Who Wanna Snuggle? With sounds like LA and Miami This is for the ones that like blasting Those girls coming back to hear my hits Sugar cookies with ice-free ice-cans Cookin in my freezer to prepare for the bone grind Baby Micky, your brother reads books F with B.G. be cool, give it up the ass cheek Feelin big blangs with B.G. be hard, slow Sex addicted, got my own cash flow Gotta get it with the gang Gotta keep it crackin like a heavy sucker Too much haters in my clique It's gonna keep ya folks awake 'til I bust one of ya shhh With this live e'm, you know who you fuckin wit [Chorus: all] It's on, It's on The houses, The cars, The girls, The gat It's on, It's on The cars, The things, The girls It's on, (it's on) The things, We don't forget about our mane It's on, (it's on, it's on) The things,�wwwwwww-smoooough We gonna keep it all real, We gonna keep it all real It's on, It's on The things [Juicy J] You better watch what you reffers done You better watch what you reffers done You gon' try to get your ass whipped To take the races, you reuffered than bust back And then theWitnesses, pulled the valvados And then the denial in public Whan' it was, you tweet to spread the love On and on and on and on, and on and on Crowd for the boy, lil bitty boy And on and on and on.. Chrome camoflague danger, pockets well armed 38 mag, hollow ======================================== SAMPLE 8 ======================================== tha bets that we be in cavity 187,180, shit 212, you got tha right Which flight to be in first, first flight to fly First flight to soar, first flight to survive Putting my sphincter into gear,heat up tha track, heartbeat Niggas out that baker get dead and shit, fast I heartbeat cuz a bitch in my clutch, heartbeat Keep my weapon in my stave brim black, Smith-N-Novelli Unlock ya fiend and fuck ya like Chaka, bitch I sleep to get by, now I eat like Duck and Duck When Iacent, triple six in my scrizo Ya namibbi, get deadlier come greetin' with heat Ya namibbi, I'm a asshole only mad less Cuz a nigga send me to jail, but a nigga gotta be cool He could come up short middle finger to the coke I'm a biscuits, marshmallows, caramel Cookin' up crack after I catch the vapors You ain't droppin' shit, gimme my props You ain't goin' nowhere, no rap after that You don't want it in your mouth, you rather go to hell on earth Cuz after this you'll holla like Frank Giffords I got sixteen bars, you is locked in prison You think it's a game cuz your game is bad Cuz I got skills to tangibly serve a killer I do it weight-for-weight, weight-for-weight Bitch, I don't act like a loser I don't skimp, I hustle all day I count stacks, sell tapes, study all theses I release tapes inelnas so clear my vaders I'm listenin' to hoes like a female cop It ain't a case, you wanna work? Ask around to see who done spent, you done lost What's the reason you lost, motherfucka this is great But you blowin' out and goin' in panic You can't get a cleaning lady, you ain't got no ... [Chorus - Faez One & Crypt The Warchild] + (Serg) Do you wanna work? - I got aero Why you wanna be shady? You better be down with your cool, bitch Well, it's Crypt the Warchild and this how we play [Verse 2 - Crypt The Warchild] Keep the bad smellin' When niggas ride by, puff and get high Never live low, use noexceptional flows Be like the dance floor, know what I mean? Never spend my money, still do it right Highly intelligent, I master the craft Be smart, I prostrate, keep fresh Get evicted from my cell, I came from jail Who am I? You and yo bitch I hate you and that's the way I feel Goes to show, the things that I'm after Ya know, I'm trynna make a million out this bitch Intellect hard, why I ain't get the rappin' money Stupid motherfuckers always jockin' my dap And all the while I'm smokin' on that scummin' When I see the kickin' black kids Jump up on the shit, run up on the money Pull up in that bad bitch with the thongs bitch Put a big o.z out where the bitch goes She got that thong, sad motherfucker, here we go again Niggas jockin' every beat, the hoes wanna party In that hoe's homeyy, the cocky bitches want me too [Hook] It's the return of the most trifling word conjure You rewind, here's a verse that I recall? Ayyyy, it was a rough life Reconnect with my gut, hit the road again Walkin' on top of the mountains Give my all, I go out to eat Reppin' for the hood, so listen to my heart Back to the hood, and all my people, go on and live lovely But just keep it cool, whatever you wanna hear You gotta do, you know I gotta do... [Verse 3 - Majik Most] I tried to keep from having a tough time But that's never gonna stop the kid if I'm kept No I'll try to change, that's just never gonna change Ohhhhhh I raised hell to bullshit Just to have someone listen to my favorite song Everything I say, no I do it fucking loud Broke as a joke, not a guy Got some ======================================== SAMPLE 9 ======================================== That'll fit you, So open up your legs and let me stretch you Check it out, I got a hunch, Cos here they come, Hoping that you'll be mine They call you Mr. Bossy, Fat ass but you don't touch the B-O-Dub You was working at theilling, man you must be touched Didn't want the snubs, Lil' Vick got the bopping (What's up now, motherfucker) (Fuck with me, I don't know, I) ?Stop for the ???, I got a big bag of ?? (Okay, we can go to the bathroom, man) Can I get a little whiffed, Nigga please, Go on, hazelnut I'm the funky fresh cash flow I'm the cash talk, Don't try to stop my shine I'm on the move, sick sick sick money In the mix love (love) In the club love (love) I'm crazy paid, Gotta have my bitch love (Love) Sure I can have my bitch love I'm outta this club love love Come to the crib burn (burn) Spit it like it's hot (hot) You's a chill (chea) Better not squeal ( squeal) I do it better (better) I came to floods ( floods) Why you livin in a pinch? (why you livin in a pinch?) Am I the type of girl that wanna break bread? (ohh baby) I'm the bread that they swear you feed (you're the bool) I'm the fo'-four, the glock is boom (yeah baby) She bent it over got my word and hit it with the boom She told me "Watch for me!" (watch) Now I don't believe that she even try you out (alright) Better check your files (check your files) Go ahead, scream at me, why is you breathin so cold? (yeah) You a bad bitch (ay) She ran off with your money, ayy You a bad bitch (ay) Strike a match and fuck it, I throw corrections You gon' break both my hoes, ayy You a bad bitch (ay) Strike a match and fuck it, I throw corrections Yeahh Don't you know I throw the first note On the road, trying to make the big cushion I gotta be the holder, while you holding the tool I ain't looking for no head in my hand I just want the money and a little love and a cushion Cause you know you might get hit, or right here she know you might hit Ayy, might rain, cause I'm trying to be fly You know you're tired and Rich, you hopped on the pill, baby Asking you to come pick your buns, thinking aner confuse It's a fact that I don't give a fuck, I ain't doing nothing I'm asking you to hold your liquor, while I'm pulling on your dreads If you haven't been to the mall, you ain't looking for my reefer I'm gonna take you to the place I live, right across the street And give you a job, 'fore you start havin some fun You know the type, I'm funky like a fuckin' trill And half of my homies pulled it, while you pulling on my dreads Trap boom (rappin' like a bouncer) Trap boom (powing like a recycle bin) Trap boom (powing like a recycle bin) Okay, you know, I'm tired of games, and Bay streets jams I wish I could run a new route, just to get some with my jaw I wish I could dunk right all over your jugs, like I'm trying to dun andoops I wish you could see my face in my sponsor mug, like it was in a full tank And maybe later on, you'll see my face stamped on your deal I hate the fact, that yo mug got sold and then you had to sell your bed Gives a genius, how could I ever play it backwards? I play it deep, like I'm S.F. Donovan and won't talky I hate the fact, that yo mug got sold and then you had to sell your bed Gives a genius, how could I ever play it backwards? I play it deep, like I'm S.F. Donovan and won't talky I hate the fact, that yo mug got sold and then you had to sell your bed Gives a genius, how could I ever ======================================== SAMPLE 10 ======================================== as a yinder, y Somebody pay attention? A verbal verbal A mack track major lyrical Erasive verbs A b-boy touch Have you ever got swag? A whoop goes a bop, a whoop goes a bop A whoop goes a bop, a whoop goes a bop A whoop goes a bop, a whoop goes a bop Verse 2: (Juvenile) Look what they did last night They always foul cause you never win They only go to the game for show Taping your wife talk is what gets you naked Screamin' "watch who get clapped" The bitch who hit the should be happy too But now that Juve in your life dear You roll around your dick now you're on the map Gettin' high off the weed smoke Sittin' on them thangs, now you wanna scrap Aint got to let a ho out his change Unuh clip the middle digit let a nigga hit it And I'm a let a nigga pop it, aint no stopping it You wanna grab the heat and aim, aint no aim I can see you rollin' with your eyes on the prize Its 2000 and the models look just like cookie buns I suggest you gather your stock If your looking for real competition, look to the door Set your pace for runway, if your looking for a peace of clicks Look to the end of the bed, if your looking for a fix If your looking for a fix, jump in the trunk of the Caddy It's automatic, can a nigga pump four-fo'? Put it to pull it, pull the Porsche out on the moose A nigga try to slide and flip I'ma slide and flip you Fresh out the wood green? I'ma slide and flip you If you're skatin' with me, nigga slip you You got it, you play wild, niggas gon' feel it Then I'ma hit you, and I'ma leave you You play games, I'ma hurt when I stab you Like (?) and (?) and I'ma keep you niggas in the dirt for life I know you like it or fuck you, you can eat me I'll stab a nigga tomb in the dirt for days A nigga lame and ignorant, shut down the show If you wanna kick it for a gal, give em some money A few chains and my clothes, you can carry em Put a torch to the block and blow away the stash I don't care you feel what I feel Lil' nigga Ap bizzarate on a track and hit em With force fields, mics and old CDs Try to play Superman like they Black Superman I take it to your neck and then I beat it, then I hit it With stars in my eyes, third eye glowing Tell you rip the formula, better known as Crys' Benzino, a blood and shoes, that's Skydivelled Don't ask me for shit, I take it as a compliment But Dirty Savior, keep your game heated Cause niggas be speakin' up they got Money and bitches, and O.G.'s slangin' coke They can't seem to get you down like this Bridge: If you down my deck stop and listen to the news It's going down south pon a bad day It could be trouble but when it come we bust It could be trouble you know? Just the way I like to like Chorus: If I say fuck you, then bitch I better go Out and about (Hey) Flushing (We ridin'!) Do the Alpina (A tone of a laugh) Here is what I said (Pussy, umm, we can do this) (Mike B) Na na na nah give me 45 Na na na show me respect Na na na na I said show me respect Where ya be at (where ya be at?) Na na na show me respect Where ya be at (where ya be at?) Na na na show me respect Where ya be at (where ya be at?) Na na na na na where ya be at Na na na na na Na na na na na Na na na na na Them wannabe model hoes and I mack a pad Ridin' sun-rays six feet five Shi wanna be a man but I can't jack I'm a young boss drive by Ten deep uptight with nogate to the street We'll leave the bitch flatforth and rip up the ======================================== SAMPLE 11 ======================================== want it tek if ya tek [Chorus: fluids] [Verse 2] Now wanna relief me of this The only light in this tunnel Somebody try to help me I'm in this tunnel myself, Somebody told me I'll never reach This Somebody else try to help me I can't help myself I can't help myself [AP adlibs 9X] Artist: BB AKaws & Wayne trapping VL from OutKast Album: Eat Wit The Alligator x7 Song: I'm So Hot Typed by: ***@***.*** [Verse 1] You know my AKA pistol slayer when I'm whipping up cocaine Snorting off the stress of my criminal life Nightmare, all you can see is guns, on the news Cluster, bust caps cause men to act tough Those that are smartly gon end up getting that bag Those that are dumbently gonna try to get that cop Those that are schemed up it's hard to pay for that Blackjack, Nino Brown's my logo All the gangsta gettin' busted wreckin' their kids All the bad bitches I murder ridin' shady The mob needs apologies I'm takin care of you broke news Ain't got no time to pay the bill Ain't got no time for muthafuckin' checkes My record labels love me like I'm faggot They don't front it's all good, just check the records Nigga What? big records, fuck with small bucks The AK, big-Size drink, and the six-four I got a couple hoes, check the hoe-ass kids, I'm fuckin' muthafuckin' Stout [Chorus] [Verse 2] I'm so hot it don't bother me when I'm trying to hide it Took the stairs, got my glow on Got a gold chain around my neck, and my platinum ring Got on a Roll, I'm in Courtly, and thugged out Niggaz run up on me, and gun they miss me Folks quick to catch a charge, even then they muthafuckin' charge Cuz I'm smoking on a pound, yeah I'm swill Frazier than a motherfucker, rimsico not mineral Diamond rim, no fade, attached motor, I'm flurlin Nigga what? I'm on shine, get the money off my blocks Uh, spent a hunnid on this muthafuckin' ring I need ya connect I'm on it Get the nigga want these nigga, I give it to him I got eighty-eight acres man, sock it to a neighbor Got a bird of Coast or a car with food in it Fiber optic blind you, cancerous faggot Got my eyes on the finer shit, better watch your back I'm on a hill, look what the kid rusts up He got his grands but he ain't got his grands mashed with faggot Bow fucking down, this thug's in the back Get your fucking hands out my face, this thug's bad Get a minute, this thug's in the back Get your hands out my face, this thug's bad Get the Glock, help me clear this road Get your hands out my face, this thug's bad Get the mac, look like a snitch A snitch, a snitch, a snitch, a snitch Artist: Ace Hood Album: The Statement 2 (Mixtape) Song: Be Great Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Verse 1] Uh guess again guess again work hard hustle to get it done thumbin through shit in my fit I been trying to do it for so long it's passed me a bitch feelin' I'm nothin' but some shit in my mouth pissin' off on my goal I'm gonna accomplish it thats sigilligans I'm not tryin' to be one this determination I call comes in visatin' ridin' a spasm you can bet that you gettin' choked lookin' at my eyes like "why" you crossed my line line of credit is a motherfucker excuse it's a fact that I can't be faded I know you see me sad cause if I ain't a friend of you I'm a dead man nigga you'll be little mami baby whatever? girl whatever ======================================== SAMPLE 12 ======================================== , two Rolex watches 'round the time we kiss On the beach, in the Palm Coast Man best believe he'll be out in New York Key concelless broad like her name was Tym Ratnits Stay in line like a poster, you're softer than sand In bikini bottoms, you're soft as peaches Only the God can pull the strings from this baby True love's all we ever had Baby, I know you love to draw But you love's all I ever had [Chorus: Ace Hood] It's pride for a queen to wear blue or red Stuff or moveapiose inside of her clitoris And could only whore while she whorin You in the water Iistry, put you on a D.I.E. Jelly [Chorus] [Verse 2: Ace Hood] Hold up coke spot watch how cheap they hook you These hoes lookin tight and gave handshakes Blow the gas, don't need the Sex Crew I'm wakin up, and creepin up out Leave ya bitch on the floor I'm up in like the 4, jump in the front And take it like I wanna take ya booty She be like oohhh, oohhh, I'm naked {*scratches fade*} Real kind of bougie, rude ass bitch That ain't got no feelings, she ain't got no tits and she ain't got no real love Goin out like a big motherfucker You ain't got no feelings bitch [Chorus] [Verse 3: VogueGirl] This bitch on my line Just got me a ting bitch Water park, Gucci link Goldy mine Her head on my dick like V - profile When she with me, she look like Othello I wanna fuck her Just give her the money, just give her the ride bitch When it come to the money, it's like V - run it or don't stop it When she say that ass, she got ting bitch When she get some ass, hot girls love this I pay for pops, I pay for handshakes Walk around with this girl in my wrap She say she wanna kitty walk with her and own a rat I gave my bitch fifty to go to the club with this girl She a freak I get a lil' money When I fuck her, I give her a ring bitch Red heads, red diamonds, and white hearts You know, like Santa Claus gotta come to town I go to great places It's beenarat chicken A little gangsta bitch $500,001 to her name A waistline like Alexis She get her pussy poppin' with her big black booty And her tickle when I tickle her It ain't nothin' her name is not Aloe She drive a littin' car She cook a nigga steaks plastic She dress fresher than a bitch might She roll a choppers load a drop state She fuck many hoes Like gangstas She hold a vet a bird bitch She step on the dick She sit in a bird hag She tone brown and come off in a thong She come off in a thong She pritty blunt but be twice her weight She been there, been to everything She got a ways to go If you lames want war let your guard down If you lames want shows let your teeth decay She look in her titties and throw ass like a fourios She throw money in the booth til fi miss you Don't talk til you talk and you talk She throw keys like a barrell split The money never come with a glass of Hennessy [Chorus] Artist: Ace Hood Album: Starvation 4 (Mixtape) Song: Always Typed by: AZ Lyrics Always, Always Always, Always Always, Always [Chorus] I'm always, Always, Always, Always I always keep it, Always, Always, Always I always be, Always, Always, Always I always be, Always, Always, Always I always be, Always, Always, Always Oooooooooh, Baby I always be, Always, Always, Always I always be, Always, Always, Always [Chorus] I'm always, Always, Always, Always I always keep it, Always, Always, Always I always be, Always, Always, Always I always be, El Papo I always be, Always, Always, 6x ======================================== SAMPLE 13 ======================================== dangerous syringes Don't have all day, cause all day is hell [Chorus] [Verse 2: Cold 187Um] Ummmm, played that spell "chill", I'm trying to get a tickle I can feel the ribs break inside my body Most bunions can't open their clauses I was born with this spine, so goddamn cold I can't even break inside I'm like a cavity bored hard and workin' as it grow Doing what give me what, spine just popped on this block I'm like a fucking top getting passed at the blue light Got my eyes on my money bags, the tray full of Benjamins Playing bingo, everything you want I got Everything you never had, I just cheated and I cheated I had to have your baby girl for the camera But I'm not too fine with that, I'm petite My plan is over though, is own this shit I'm on my merry way to the bank, without a worry on my mind I had a baby out mom's car, 'vess on my shirt I put her in my gold cycle, I ain't never wear no chains I'm so damn fresh, I shit real young And go real deep when it rains, hope my daddy breathless I'm so damn fresh, hope my little daughter don't suck this dick Artist: August Alsina Album: Forever and a Day Song: Lost Typed by: AZ Lyrics Oh, oh-oh Oh, oh-oh-oh Oh, oh-oh-oh I'll be right here where you are Oh, oh-oh Oh-oh-oh I'll be right here where you are And we'll do what we want when it's time Oh, oh-oh Oh-oh-oh I'll be right here where you are And we'll do what we want when it's time I'll be here when it's getting hard to understand When you're losing your head with every beat that you can think It's a gift that this world brings Something new that must be untold If this is the handi books that are recorded in the Bible We don't have to be Christians, we can be proud That's Christ in the rifle like: I'll be right here where you are I'll be right here where you are If not, I'm not tryna be the Christ, either When it's getting cold, it'll come cool But I guess it beats making coffins for the cha-ans Now, I've been searchin for you baby, I've been lookin for you Do you want to be my friend, I've been lookin for you Can you do this than make love to me? Do you want to lay with me baby, I've been lookin for you Oh, oh-oh Oh, oh-oh Oh, oh-oh-oh I'll be right here where you are Oh, oh-oh Oh-oh-oh I'll be right here where you are And we'll do what we want when it's time Oh, oh-oh Oh-oh-oh I'll be right here where you are And we'll do what we want when it's time I'll be here when it gets cold I've been searchin for your light Oh, oh-oh Oh, oh-oh Oh, oh-oh-oh I'll be right here where you are Oh, oh-oh Oh-oh-oh I'll be right here where you are And we'll do what we want when it's time Oh, oh-oh Oh-oh-oh I'll be right here where you are And we'll do what we want when it's time Artist: 311 Album: Love and Hate Song: Old School Typed by: AZ Lyrics Hahaha, oh-Oh I'm on the road and I brought my old comp Them days are coming back they came, I'm a re-vide I'm a new funkin man to rock the rock Visions of old in the bee's short neck Those hairy feet, I stand on the stage Those hairy legs, I creep across the stage The ground is turning without a sound The music is soothe The bones are cracking Those hands that click-clack Hold my mic What are you doing? Hate is not the reason Old school, we like it that We so keep ======================================== SAMPLE 14 ======================================== May be burning in near flames, I'm ready to arm myself High velocity, I'm about to break your nose Everybody fire They cross the line, they'll die if you do 'em again I'm a lunatic, like theex and shizla You play like a half-elf and consume Incinerate your ugly little brains like an x-ray Till death do us, but never minds us Aliens are sending data forth two billion directions And when I kill em, I never let 'em again I only want to harm 'em with my heater straight out the box I have the strength to burn a fossil, that's cyan sky Artist: Beenie Man Album: Live Your Life (S) Song: Live Your Life Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Verse 1] Brother Sanhi the cause gyal suh life Is bad suh weh you a die in the fields Of life and death one day at a time People weh over and weh fall in love Waitin for a period and put on mi shirt But after that shi never tek no more fi [Chorus] Once the King Suh everybody see Live your life Right you know wi live yo life Right you know wi live yo life [Verse 2] Suh there we go again Right we go fi the store and some girl waan buy The man the store waan give hi a just step back And tell seh you know wi a live yo life Right you know wi live yo life [Chorus] [Verse 1] [Chorus] Artist: Beenie Man Album: Live Your Life (S) Song: Live Your Life Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Verse 1] You come inna mi yard wid yo cars And when yo wine out, yo ask yo if yo get it And yo tell yo seh yo seh yo God And yo tell yo no matter how yuh cope Mi have the best of mi and mi never suffer Mi have the cold heart so nobody could resist You a the only God from the earth earth [Chorus] And live yo life And mi never have a hate Mi the only God who can suck away the pain [Verse 2] Everyday me call mi home Tell mi gimme some ting Tear the stress away Streets tek and breach Degrees mi rotten and mi still livin Ghetto deh so many fi shook Trust in the Lord fi the Lord fi you [Chorus] [Verse 1] [Chorus] Artist: August Alsina f/ ZAYN Album: Niggas Just Jock Me (Remix) Song: Niggas Just Jock Me Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Verse 1: August Alsina] I don't know you but you know I love you And I'm knowin you nigga But I ain't got no family I'm just a young nigga Too bad my family can't relate I used to cross you in the hood nigga But this me cuz I ain't never been the killer Too bad my family can't relate [Verse 2: ZAYN] Niggas gonna hate Cause I'm good at keeping it real Thinking that way Remember the times you rolled the streets I was with your clique You said that you really wanted beef I said that would help your image You said no disrespect But you don't gotta cause your black Black and proud Straight hustle to make it in this world That's why I keep the flow to myself I don't walk or talk just fly I wanna live and let my story be To the world, first ever female To be champ once they know it's me I am the hungry bastard Gotta feed me well I need more than these presents Cause I still believe in me [Chorus: August Alsina] All I need is love from a God who gives his only light All I need is love from a God who gives his only light [Verse 3: Chris Ward of The Outfit] Don't worry 'bout what you say My bid' never blows you're a star Bout what you say That's why it's never a concern for the drama in ======================================== SAMPLE 15 ======================================== the characters I chose the Burn Man cause I read thru every letter they write they niggas want me to act blue, but I keep a clean liver knowin I would never break G's high if I was able to slip through the cracks I break and chase that's how it go I'm an MC White changes wind in the windless that's how it go sometimes, sometimes [Hook - 4x] Artist: Big Pokey f/ Mobtsyle Album: Da Sky's Da Limit Song: Ooh Typed by: Lil Hustle [Big Pokey] Money, get it brought that's been the Mobtsyles since nine-three Nigga we been through nine-nine Twelve-fo' blow, you make a nigga tramp and then he dub nine-three Sensei with that underground love, already showed the mens a who-way Big glock, you know we bring gat clips to the bluff Smack with us or against, if you got you got you a hole Let us knock it out, it's a disrespect thang Benzino, Mack and O'Haller to whoever ain't silent Chase your paper, we boost cuz a nigga ain't here And hoch bust a 990 and lay records in the wind 87, we some niggas from the hood that will survive Out the ghetto, we multiply forever with you Catch me at the studio or at the test track Bitches feel me day, real niggas haunt me say We some real asspullin Ghetto millionaire, took a missin on prostitutes condone 'cause a nigga used to stay paged Trick get a banger, with a bank vault Have all yah a bitch suck my dick Artist: Big Mike Album: Somethin Serious Song: Playa Life Typed by: jostmatt at bluewin dot ch [ Big Mike ] In my little time People like to shine, be in the fire To the left so the ladies can jock Just wanna get to em and then check them other broads From the club to the parking lot Just bouncin your utations what you make ladies Gotta give a shout v2 The Fiends baby The crew G-A-N-D So lay 'er down To a broad or the flick box Like a wave from the comas To the corner a few Packs and rolls As far as I can see From this point on It's knockin my socks off I need a good foot and a chance to step Through the land of the drapery bar We party hard, never quittin tots Love is love, I set my high for this instance Trees they take-enail Half of my pockets are pockets, uah [ CHORUS: repeat 2X ] -Playa life, keep it up every single day -Every little step you go, get better acquainted -Playas gotta be real, don't want you to start foolin around With just a little talk, a true hoe will lead you down So which one you proceed to? Cause some won't be surprised If you try to diss the others And start faking First thing when you wake up To a body full of sweat You soft, just like a newborn baby [ VERSE 2 ] It started with a dream I was bringin bottles of 'gnac Then it happened like My homie came home late, I was late He said I should head home, then it happened like this I was loose on my word Got em late I said, "Hey kid, why now, you at the studio?" He saidMy music was slow This lady said, "Go on listen to that?" He said, "I'm a friend of yours I called wantin your culture for free" And that was that Yo, that was that Music killin me I'll pretend you know that But you need to Stop frontin on my grammar Spittin bars all in your head Tryin to get as high as sky You're not the type to skip class Do you wanna smoke? Drunk? Then pass it on to my friends (They're gonna hate you) Because of your rap stuntin I'm gonna cost about a 50-50 split [ VERSE 3 ] I start with sneaks and kills, then continue with kill's and melody C ======================================== SAMPLE 16 ======================================== ? Who can witness his belated return I rise, now I rise, without fear Standing like a key, in the key hole This is a gift, añiga, riz-irin Splash, water, cuz lil' vv, raglines Deuce caras, inna rows, jakes Dinois, airwaves and box units Low against the dense, hydro won't fail Barrel smoke, at the barbeque I'ma bust a ragger like a rhino, his raps lack hearing If hearing is a must, we have nothing, no hope Walk a mile in sneakers, with sneaks on my feet A million dollars, put my hair in the wind A hundred thousand dollars, defense of the dark horse Super dope, bet I'll dress like three watches Ate the first GI, withbeans in the oven His name, before dinner and cheers Before I walk and talk about peace and justice I turn my heads, like amnesia About the times I lost friends to these bars This A&R shit, you need to know My Next LP is Who Shot Apollo I'm a victim of society, they're criminals They caught me in the crossfire, they shared my brain They made a deal, we all owe homage And I'm in the mirror apologizing Yeah, listen, I'm blind, can't see I guess that what I got was gift that's overdue I sit with these demons, trying to explain I'm missing an element, that has y'allibility Running with understanding, hope and dreams of me [A.L.T.] Start the revolution, don't stop it Amoco apes, selling tapes like "The Jungle" Dutch, model, getting pimping like "Thriller" Escaware of your wits, with your brain still smelling If you enhance it,Spread it,Distill it How you doing,With a smith that diamond up The intricate art ofstem trees, Control your meditation The cavity woods, contains gems Anthrax, is a reality to MCs Fromgonecto torax J-Night J-Light J-I-G J-U-S Ao au summa Minerve it by your tactics You corralled your liegeigaunts With an A rank fiend You finally made it Fame to me Hopes for peace I sea shores Until peace pipes Send strange starlets To other worlds where people just roll O lucky We got ourselves this far And it feels so good Because life DP We all wanna be These guys [A.L.T.] See me with my Aotch, no girlfriend Nocast allowed, catch me with a Ruger No killing what a survivor be Tryna get the range they sold 'bout A young soldier, strugglin for daughts So I beat that struggle And I came in the game with a rag of reek Wash my pants down to the rag that I wearin Do I still get my 4-4 on Paint my car like I'm O.D. block I'm in your head like Mutombo Peace to everybody in the H-Town Valentine and my sister were hollerin' Made my way to the D-C-E Before I die, I'ma take you with me To a more mature state of mind I'm on the road to riches and states of mind We can have conversation but not skurr But I'ma keep my distance [Chorus] I'm coming through Exhale my voice Exhale my voice Exhale my voice Artist: Agerman f/ Dawh Album: Success, The Best Revenge Song: Watch Me Win Typed by: ***@***.*** [Verse 1: Dawh] Before the first hit, was a wild surprise Mustard the fifth, my style buzz when I enter the ring Before I started livin' life as a rapper, it was another Saddam attack I was raised from the streets of Manhattan I opposed the existence of Brooklyn and Long Island Been an early as death,Step off, lets get iller Finger on the drum, scratch off the drum Now I'm back to survive, In this rap shit If you ain't heard, I come back to represent And if you look for deeper meaning, In my raps I flow [Hook] Before the first heat Before the steel-trouse Before the treacherous streets Before the seven heights ======================================== SAMPLE 17 ======================================== on the beat dat across the map celebrate duke's day [M. Sayyid] What tu yum did yum mean? Nuh fi hold di middle an stand Pon di side a fight pon di floor a fight pon di floor Pon di side a fight pon di floor a fight pon di floor uhhh Uhhh... [Verse 1:] When di first day a sheek Woman gwan dawn through swine an stone a bone Ready fi di world an dem never tell When yuh taste sweet Den if yuh pants dry or yuh fanny crayon A alone man a man wi step off Watch di crew weh yuh watch di crew A alone man a man wi step off Stand up shi a di electric dime Everyman a di electric dime Every man a come and rob yuh Every man a rob shi a di motor sing A man a sell shoes di fine dime Every two kicks a man a rip through A man stand up shi stand up sing A man sing di dir gib gwaan Come cruise tour a man tour a Beenie Man ah di country home Gyal from Jamlongjan pon dungya di place dem long A we cling and cling and cling Day di whole a dem shed their tear Which day dem over dung and they alone [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Whan mad junkie get sad and haffi si my ding a ling Every man pon di ship a respein trip innah Some dem a talk bout dem a talk bout But a still a dem beat dem and dem a boo But dem caan tun dem caan get crab Just another man pon di job dem panhall Know dem inna nick n for mi job When mi back up shi mi neva did an broke chop But dem a talk bout dem a talk bout But dem a keep man entree mi fire [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Tugs galore act like they low Gyal dem sugar, dem a nuh brown like we Mi a spend up suretime an send fi di first night If dem a talk bout dem a talk bout But dem a keep man entree mi fire [Chorus] Artist: 40 Glocc f/ Eminem, Jay E., P.D. Album: Imported Snack Co., The Official One Song: Quick Typed by: ***@***.*** [INTL: "What is it baby?"] It's good, I just wish Eminem can catch this one [JAM:] Cool, I got a beat for ya INTL: "What is it?" [IntL] Crushing, cooling the competition likeather Light it up and crack a smile like ( "It's long, it's George" ) Like I told ya before, I'm getting sticky That's Battiste Mack, yeah, rip the mic! [JAM.] It's a party baby get ya hype, and your demos be light I'm the bull on the-ump, puffing an ounce in the back Back it up, the stronger one, the one I got ya So back it up, back it up {*4X*} It's a party, everybody back it up... [JAM.] Ain't no good Ryze, I won't smile for you I'm taking hip hop back, to the A.C.D. I spit an album knockin out hardcore Hallucinatin sittin on rappers like a track Bust ya style now, starvin modern day electrifying Orating like the emcees golden u seeds You smoke and then you complain about how high you get I see what you missin, and that's the problem you have You wish you could stomp back, who? It ain't possible It'll be many years before I have to start to rush [T.I.] You bet I'll leave your last foot sucker Kickin like a barber, rip your midsection Decorate your flesh like you're a gorilla Tell lil' nigga' this, while I'mDeciding you're a freak I'ticed up, leave a gouge in his tissue It's off the hook, I'm still, spittin lovely Take his records and apply the sauce to his flesh Take his records, apply the sauce to my flesh Then apply it to ours, to the rest of your folk Apply it to ya, to them damn records Wait ======================================== SAMPLE 18 ======================================== architect if you use it nigga Bro code is a design thought up It was a hard night, and I clock it time You been here for way too long I fix you razor blades and razor clips And razor lighters I'm a drozzle You love Ali, love and hummer Love and jazz Love and rap Love like and hate it You're my go-to when you get down Cool like John Lopez I make your life a livin' chance Less smoke, more rage, more pain Why? 'cause I'm feelin' like lately been shot Yo, that's just a mindstate Yo, I'm in the fourth world, or the top of the world That's why you gotta keep that thing on me And my number one rule is always... holla at ya girl! Love is respect if you want to And I got a O-tip for ya whore Don't deceive ya girl, I'm takin you to school Ahh everyday, eh uh ah! Ahh when you wanna see her butt! (trying to tell her...) Ride with me and let me show ya I got to have ya but I gotta keep ya... ah... [Chorus](4X) [Verse 2: Belly] You're lonely Only talk to me with threats And don't wanna go to sleep And they telling me... Rimmy press play ah music Telle is dead She wants to be a hoe I'm (exhausted) Dead as a goose I wanna go and do ya Ugh I put you in a tailspin I'm tired of... You got yo fuckin' girlfriend Tiere She's...... Off the heez though He's an artist I made him an artists But... If ya into seeing hoes Then we'llship hoes But... If ya're scared see it, we'll slap we'll shoot it That's an art [Chorus](4X) [Verse 3: Rick Ross] Me? statue jaw cracker Head tints are greener off a swipe Won't sell willy Wonks or get a flipping cible chuveyard man Swing man wigs is hot Willy is silly Willy is silly Bitches with no clothes have a pull on me I pull they hair then shrink the freaking chip They need to chill {"I'm busy..."} I'm the definition of a good rapper I'm a neighborhood talker I passed on V-Rames I'm at the barber shop with my dreads high DJ's blow beats like glocks rise up and crack Bitch! {"I'm too far gone wild" - E. Sermon"} Aceyalone What? V-ara My thinkin' rollin' VIP and lookin' elymmede in leather in a hearse with a little pina colada {"Mexicans love me"] You people better check your values Before you get up and start all types of deal You might be ridin' on them things You might be there from the start You better watch your back Cause anything is a good deal for me It's the life of a man I cross this Earth with my hereness for a sun And I give thanks for well being fore chance looking like place only God can It's a double feature {*chuckles*} Don't want to be with you You don't want to feel you lack well be right back of the casket and admit it have your heads in the clouds and you lack teeth when you get to the door and you go inside the bed that you slept on but you got on feet to swing on you got a microscopic view of the cosmos and you're all in the picture and you're all precise and you're really gold even if you bleedin' on the fence indeed its kinda frightening you're all sould always new and you will never beedo I raise ebonics when I kill parasite falling, no handlin' like a cedubious heart I feel when I close the edition edition (scratching) You're saying its okay to be hatin' I mean even if you hate me I can't have that no no no ah, I'm saying this for myself (scratching) Yeah you hatin' me off you need to open your mouth and let me have a little oolies in your dome when I vocal fry go hore run habbit in jitters habbit, I'm a go habbit runner ======================================== SAMPLE 19 ======================================== cause the minister My man's got a beard and dreads just look like Jeffersons I graduated from high School a hard hitter And in between I sold about a million records It's foolish but it's natural, send a check a mornin Why you playin with a bear tongue You got drunk and couldn't talk, what you talkin bout? My man had a pistol, a hollow point missin You steal a rag and try to get a bozack He threw it back, it came up short It was that crazy kid Ralphy cumplohd He was crazy, at the same time, was quite Aggravated Ap said, He's got you killed, just let me rearrange He started jockin these women and bitches, without failin This was def in reverse, and without a doubt A white bitch named GA, she had a black dog He was kind of dark-hearted, but i'll make him see He was like Daddy, he was a friend of mine I gave my right hand, slapped the bitch repeatedly Then threw my body in the truck, grabbed a chick and told she gon' run away (Chorus - repeat 2X) Demigodz, Apathy, Slaine, Vane I'm finally home, but I saw the light It was a golden ticket, I'm in L.A. But lord I must die [Al' Tariq] I got beagle pendants and a pinky ring With a 3-year-old song for ya And if your son cries, I'll write a hook Cause when I speak the streets are filled with squawkers A young black man, I've been scorchin women like, 50 women and car-urchiller All I need is a lung and some boots And apology shows Apathy is still the best I'm tired of bein broke, the way I'm gonna keep it crunk I'll forget the stain, my daughter momma is dead I don't need sympathy, I'm scared to pull my shirt And then I wonder why my son need to skip school When there's more years of life to gain The rap game got him ready to bust his head But like I said, I got beagle pelt inside of me 'Til death do us part [Chorus] [Al' Tariq] I'm in the middle of 80s films, Apathy is in the frame And I probably wrote every song, screen script's Apathy lives A dirty day at the beach with my crew's only beach We cross the line, you take a dive with your bro's and goggles And I'm in deep dive with my dog, gray-White. wassupdog He says dive in to the blacks and feel the ocean I say watch us, cold don't snooze, you're under the sea, kid Stand on the block, kids are running and they picking off heads My homie Jhehe, say he love the kids, wifey of his crew But momma, she gon' die soon I pray to God that my karats will be spare, she a nervous wreck I pray to God don't have to shock a little girl Cuz when it comes to spitting bars son, I'm the best a crack fiend do [Chorus] Artist: Apathy f/ Louis Logic Album: It's the Bootleg Muthafuckas! Vol. 1 Song: Immortal Typed by: UGRLS Webmaster [Verse 1 - Louis Logic] I'm a immortal, these four wings are gonna grow You can be what you never was, I am the crow that the boxerFight Legacy made you I'm feeling gullible, the flow is the perfect foil I'm Hollywood eye, check my latest fashion, sported the ring Make no mistake, I am the great, middle finger when I touch Doing what I want in my free time, I don't bullshit Feel the time rockin, rhyme normies, check my math When my fans see me live, they won't forget Ever since I was born, no one could heat me like a family celebration I've been toying with fortune, hoping that I end up like Yenta People know me since I was a kid, I am the uprise of the rap star If you see something's wrong, speak to me and we'll try to make some connection [Verse 2 - Apathy] I'm a immortal, these wings of yours can be torn apart Your my spinning back, I was spinning in circles, tryna be ======================================== SAMPLE 20 ======================================== or sell your soul Retaliation is fire like you get your sweat off Play your position in the bars Smile and respect when I'm on the mic If you don't then you lose your mind, have another thought A lot of ya'll gonesung, ya'll living in fear Now you write a rap and make a million you doing famous With every beat yawl, the sycamore stakes are high Master of the sycamore takes time out of your mentalway From a fiend to serve first, first to serve last The sycamore's pen-pal represent, from the birth of the universe Estates is the heart of the sinister organization Ducks are worn but new heads still acting angelically The sycamore Lord high, mercy,Strike the mic with a true legend Keep it Thorvilla for the warfare, we make war with a culture These are the links, when your still playing that survival Ahora, ahora, ahora Hate is not on my mind but brother, what's that gettin on my mind but brother Ips you, now you can run from the devil but you ain't here See that dude who pulled the glock out your motherfuckin brother Loan you greed but hit you with the gift I'm 20 years old up you skank, doodoo He's been chillin, really don't care Best believe him, 20 softies and a lot of Hennessy Nuttin on his life, muthafuckas stand up Every other day a nigga go loco Peep the God's path, trust me, you gon respect me Yeah, better yet mother I'm selling G's an keys for a billion You can't speak when I talk, I don't give a muthafuck Bro I'm honest I am, fuck around and buy another But me I will borrow that thing you stole and keep it And give it back to you in a treasure You're out my mind ya heard me Matter of fact keep my words or you'll be left like a black male Put that on my muthafuckin rap sheet Are you prepared to die for anything? Tell that mama... I done peeped all my downfall's, run through every weak point My second is under my plan, focus is needin patience You can't pay for this game I'm human, I'm just beg you to view me as Great to have and perfect to approach this, never approached a threat Lurk the earth under my feet and I'll be bonin in a slow pace A twenty-fifth flood, Babu Bular diamond will make ya jump VIP, don't forget the hydroponic's, TVs on and they splintered We all wearing T-shirt, a crowd of anti-vis I've been told that our water status infested I'm heading down to the community college Going qbio for some vagina shit, cuz I don't trust the libidos I'm a mixed student, one addicted to makin mums But I dash in like the madman, get trapped in my closet But fuck it, I just drop it and get done I got a rap sheet, I got burned But never let it change you, you ain't gotta kiss me Never after told you, I'm a stay on G Slap your ass, in the side just for a minute and Then we'll ride out to the skate park Have a late nightquista And my homies gonna get ya with a briefcase Ride that dirty dirt road till we find the light We press one in the chamber cause of stress and pain Got honies in the house with the keys in the car I held it all together, you said it was cool Then we'll ride out to the bus stop and get the keys to the car Then we'll fly out to get some food and then we'll fly back To the condo, slip away, I know you a liar [Chorus 2X: Xtreme connection (Shawty Redd) & Babe Wes Craven)] Ain't no love in this town Money, power, and lies in this town Ain't no love in this town Money, power, and lies in this town Money, power, and lies in this town [B.G.] Money, power, and lies in this bitch I just got a check to make on a scale, but I kept my composure Been knowing money was mines since my daddy left me Thinking how could this bitch still have it Got tonel a bucket full of them jewels and put it to private How did you miss me, how, can I thank you ======================================== SAMPLE 21 ======================================== Spike sentences and straw men It's gangstas are on the team and couldn't clip our johns Spike the lion, sip a green three and twirl in my sock Popped up, twirl up, curve up like a whirlwind Snuck out with it, had to tuck my ear to the line And now I'm paid, birth certificate signed to "Correction Doctor" Singing "Thank the Lord for the favor" with a grown-ass man in the verse Making bangers likeang like a jungle lion can kill aangles A changed man like Wilson with a hand grenade on the horizon It's only a matter of time, like Moses blazin the earth A nigga with the attitude of doin the tinytalk Quick to walk into the top with the little SUV No AP caps, lames just want props [Chorus] Artist: 2 Live Crew Album: Greatest Hits Song: The Splak Shop Typed by: ***@***.*** Verse 1: Brother Marquis I won't take a bitch by the hand If she hand me your rent I'll fuck you like a dirt road star But no plug-oh-no-vengers found in my cranium You're very horny, I'll split your ass Don't be mad if we fuck Because I will bend your rib cage to the tightest pose Fuck your older single sister Right through her neck and into her esophagus I'll even force em to kiss my jugular Just a thug and I don't think he'll hurt you Maybe she'll start giving me dap Before I'm digging up his past and shit smacking me in my ass I'll probably end your boyfriend's record Cause I'm a sex pig and I don't have to give a fuck I can read your bitch lips If you want the pussy please call me Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice If a bitch ain't come on top of me I'll fucking nuttin but I'm a dick boner Shower and nozzle, takin off your clothes Burn your pussy and also suck off your pussy secret lovers I'm a ding-a-ling-a-lack and I bring the hairlines and pimps-on To the honey berry table and the chocolate deluxe You could do that, you're through the door You're much faster, I'm a bullet on your ass After younut you're prolly into humping my rhymes and poses I'll even strip bare in the nude Props to iStock I got your wife pissed I got her on her knees I said don't fuck with me He said, ymm I'll be cool Sounds like a place where the Gods Learn Shhhhh, bitch got your mainCapture Bitch I'm the shit, ex-girlfriend This is the deal, you came off that Paramedics Found your body in the bushes This is a pigeon wristside but the birdie says "turn it up" Yeah the urban sounds Leave you hanging like unexplained foreplay A freak show in the middle of the street In the back of the jeep whipping ass Verse 3: Drop, drop, drop your on the ground Give your partners some, they wanna get on the dance floor But make it so high and start dipping You can't survive when I step in the club Get a circle of niggas, ready to do it, do it like this I got this dance shit for you vagrants Chorus: Don't make me try to do yo' shit Cause if I do it too late, I'll get you high See I don't wanna have to take my pride Got it goin on to doooo much damage Yeah the Pharaohs is comin to the stage The deadly poisonous clique is! That Puerto Rican paper pore beauty Embed the face, ice and bubble baths Before we go to the ceilin Niggas slappin wisdom for their cold beers I try to play the role, don't give me no rest I break your neck and you get stomped on the street You been on the table, yo' place have been used Like places that was shot up and cops shot up I smash shit, like on theamps The power blast and I start rippin cattle Run everything, I'm a punch Pinots Won't have a motherfuckin child My crew don't play, yo we pull off major moves Splash everybody, miss you and your crew It'sENOUGH! Outro: Thank you, ======================================== SAMPLE 22 ======================================== : H.A.W.K., the motherfucking number-one hypnotist [Csierra] All it really takes is one of us to get a little flab in me We'll flab or dive Get dirty with your momma Keep important [Hook] This is the greatest show on the planet Grab your girl lift your hand Pull her close and hold it there This is the greatest show on the planet Grab your girl lift your hand Pull her close and hold it there [Lo-Life] Come on, ah-ah, ah-ah, no, no, no We Bronson, back at it, bro Fi-Di-di-di-do-do Fi-di-di-di-do-do (Come on) Come on, ah-ha-ha-hae, no, no, no We Bronson, back at it Fi-Di-di-di-do-do [Come on] [Lo-Life and Apani] Yea, Big L, run up gon blow up like a marijuana cherry blossom I'ma stay in the field, like a1999 grand slam Goldy said she already know the Wall Maria come home And they so low-key, but Lido got his eyes closed Say-ay-ay, so-ay-ay They lick the plate, now she ain't gonna say nothin And I probably got more game in my thermos than your girlie I'm tryin to get a car, maybe a bike Maybe a Corvette, then I could slow down the Benz You know all the sacrifices, you should've made 'em And the don in my hood, I'm so important If you cool, you could make all the G's come back Or you could love it when I work it where it's from You could put your faith in God with all the bread and butter [Hook] [Demoz] One for the money, two for the show Three for your bag, maybe four more It's such a pity, some would treat me cruel Five for the work, I turn their flow to chorus And then I saw, they went for a night with Louis Talked much sum-time, with King James Most were dumb, caught up on academy Readks Light, didn't think I noticed Long career, ahead of me, best word is bond I was New York Phil, fresh out the box City of the fresh slacks, all I heard was swag I took long showers, face barely looked out While Iilage covered my feet, the days went by fast Feet so weak, couldn't walk straight through the halls Guess on what I planned to lose, but was bound to lose Started bombs, started shoot outs with bad news Many moons untraceable, were somehow put in plans Evil'sside, only wise we learned the hard way Damn the future never coming back, kill the past what a soldier say [Hook] Artist: Jon Bellion f/ T.J. Foscolo Album: Skydive On,velve Song: Woke a Flocken Bean Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Verse 1: Jon Bellion] I'm staring down at the sky Where the year is going, my brain is in a singsong She sings happily to herself, I smile with pleasure I'd die beside a fish if I switched it up I put my foot down now I'm happy, I'm still on my awoken topless flight Note the moonlight, how the sun is barely touching my skull And I tilt my head, I wonder if someone's seeing through this I bet she, will cough it up quick Neveriness, she just wants to wake up and be alone And she knows how to shut the fuck up, she's always looking for someone I know I could proove to her the love connection But it's like she can't seem to find it [Chorus] She's waking up in a jar He's got mail, she knows that something's wrong He's got mail, I know that something's changing He's got mail, and I know that something's changing [Verse 2: T.J.] Uh, got me thinking bout this maybeRelations, I'm like this Would she have died last night? Never -- Was she whippin this shit? Or is she just dancin on me? To my chagas, frolic in the club? I know y'all like nothing ever funny Took it almost three months, ======================================== SAMPLE 23 ======================================== > Some people hold religion to Religion to My religion is American Honey Baby [Verse 1] I can't help but wonder why Why others rejected him Why billions of dollars in taxes and regulations got stung by the green monster's hunger Cursing and cheetahs in his clothes and his hair Damnating and burning his own house for dozens of nightly flights That left his girls stranded on the rooftop What were the rights ofPlayers outside his condominiums Now the bomb's under his bed The Heat's pissed and haven't been sleeping The Bastard's wack, nasty, odile, banished Watch the future when his last lines of Lear Are washed down with those shipwreais Or sick, with his sim cards, straw man tours Back when he bought the building and his yacht No rentals, fancy cars or basic they aint shit All he needs is a pretty bitch He always wanna stand out Plus her eyes so plain and simple Bitches used to ride with threes and they couldn't stand the bitches Now they either swears or they're afraid when they see the words stroke they're see through So from above, paper can't cover ma'am Puffing on that awful fuckin' truth (Chorus) My mama just did 86 and I ain't even fessin' My mama just did de math and she caught the fallin' This fall, I'm like why your mama so sittin'? I'll never forget when my ma'll call me sayin' "Just prayin' baby know I love ya" But I ain't trippin' so I ain't gonna mislead ya Knowin' that ya'll fallin' foraged and you know I [Verse 2] When your mama couldn't make a dollar for the 12 years you ran Mama was fallin' from the top, them stormy days The winds of the winter, the westerly weather But my mama was all up in her plant fly And I was like, "What" what was I saying? Can you possibly understand me? The end of my title as a person, my own feelings? Standin' in the middle of a growth chasm, got me falling for A sucker without his should have taken the throne But now I'm on the corner all day to day Watchin' you tube cars drop everything in your path But I see through you whole purpose As an emcee, I can save souls, save hearts Won't you join me, we will help to pay the bills? You won't... so why you playin' with my blood? Playin' with my weight is stickin' with a heavy one That's why I'm clockin' weight, from here to the Faroes (Chorus) Artist: Bad Azz f/ Tha Lowlifes Album: Personal Business Song: This Here's For You Typed by: ***@***.*** (Bad Azz) This shit here for you If you party with us, we won't be comin' back We'll bring the paramedics, to your party Pulled up with the glock clocked Underware/Own it, controlled its proper It's mine, or yours, yo, it's not in need Made it rain on you and yours, too Filled a bag with ch's and keys To the jukebox, to the crib for a crum rush Some days we don't bounce back, we bounce back Bounce, shake, bounce Bounce, bounce Bounce, bounce Bounce, bounce Bounce, bounce All these rappers rippin and riffin All this fake shit, I'm tippin' back It's love time, I'm addicted to this game Bitch, I'm rhymin', I'm pumpin' the rhyme Playin' the raps, and if you tapin' me, You get the purchase Nigga, get the drinks, they comin' with the wack That's why these whodi cutthroats, gettin' so funky Totin' sacrifices, sacrifice, sacrifices sacrifices, sacrifices (Chorus) Is not this some bitch shit? Nah, I guess that's it Check it out, yo Now check it out, yo (Tha Lowlifes) All my whodi, ass clocking dili-gence Don't talk to me with high class Di- gust Totin' Par ======================================== SAMPLE 24 ======================================== file you the best bet where you find them live dope players and the hoes I take the west side, dogs in the parking lot with the ice and the whistles and the bass they know that the yacht is up out the castle there's no place like home [Hook] HOODNAgain: If you see me, and I'm there,YOU pay attention Listen to my voice, it'll be hard for you to hear Yea, if you don't watch your head, I'm on way Fast and furious with the great idea Yea, it's a small thang, it'll be a thing if I get to cumming on your DJ [GR8 Scott] Thank you, candy-finger-fisthered man White rag-dotted shop, known to swing close to fester Cap gutter in the 90's, watch his back sink Said he keep a dozen chickens in the front yard While the motherfucker's swervin' goin' down to the block Stuck with a forty, though the faker claims That alone makes this German dolla Get on some Al Bareno and Ciroc in a hurry Bitch you beef, better keep it to yourself I've had too many side's shit in my 22-24 And now I got it tied, I don't gotta get tricky All I know is affordeed to love a black G And lose a dime, but still I love this bitch [Hook] [GR8 Scott] What's the deal on a Sunday night? Showed up by the door, shoot you a picture Lookin' through the window, saw a pack of sprung G'z Come in the club, bust daylight, go and dress Lunchtime baby, the moon is gonna come Stashed inside my coat pocket but the itch ain't gone A-C-E-H, B-A-Y, Youknowhatime � Chorus [Hook] Artist: 7L & Esoteric Album: The Soul Purpose Song:� Song:�� Jittery Typed by: ***@***.*** {7L talking=-"] jittery! � ***@***.*** hotel Window & Melon (3x) ladda-dadday iacon/14theegenazy.net ladda-dadday iacon/14theegenazy.net dadda-dadday � chorus one mo sing a ch another mo sing along � The winter we here to roll along so young these days are dark yo but keep on looking all the way you're still born no matter where you are we're all living count those blessas baby and keep on burning as I sing a song blessas baby and keep on feeling the fire blessas baby and keep on smell the fire blessas baby and keep on believing the lie and keep on finding the cause blessas baby the fire a-make the flame blaze a flame that we call the fire of life we believe the legends that we're so lame break the legs and the tendo to my feet and the fat laces that we wear and the gums that we swallow we're full of fuel for the flames to create � the flames a burn you to ashes the flames a cause you're ashes to carry on even when you die indo the calm so let the songs of life come to a tempo so you can rap on your netic faces and the teeth that stillCollide with your fears to the crescents stomachs and skulls are rocked by theums and our fears subside and the hoods faint to win they turn to mayhem amy is the king of raps and the faintImpro that's why they call meammy I was born into the foul sort Mad right I slipped through the surface but mister grace did I so I did what I had to break these tables that they're bleaching my cells and kept walking on the next week I guess it helped up my memory, now I remember just how I felt I guess it helped to flush my demons though but now, having grown up I know just how it was worth I stratagize and just have{*Mario:*} your love now I'm the prince of winter and, well, I'll always be the last not because of what I said then but because of what I said now I guess things get complicated when ======================================== SAMPLE 25 ======================================== ' are Jim Jones Superstar chains You're off safety, cause you're near the doors If you're looking for that girl with the big green cosy ass Come out to the hotel, where it's dark but I see you [Lil' Wayne] Hey! I was just your man You know I had to bag everything We fucked all week and we sweat we had to break the law Cuz we all got gaps on our cord Five minutes later you caught up, you dumb out You know you didn't do nothing criminal Only got your john so you had to pay I remember thinking "why?" watching "Thought of the Ante-Fravity" Maybe it's because you're cooler mind state (Coolin' in Cali) maybe it's your temper We all gotta be watchin' you (waitin' for you to return from away) Probably figured cause we're sexually active Cause I saw your face in the picture frame I knew I had to have you Maybe if you enjoyed sluts and bitches Y'all ain't choosin' me [Chorus] 2x [Baby] From West Clayton to Cali we straight the clique Hangin with Allah, check your game from back then to late night You got a lot of connects in short space I'll send you over here on a desert route I played the fox, you was the whore How about youVR or the Womanizer boots (doggin' the scratch down) Playboy, hit the north, first and I'm D.I.G. He said "you got game I mean gameboy have you runnin' amuck?" I said "you can run amuck" He said "I don't play amuck" I said "it's not a question of talent" I said "but gameboys that do the rappin' Some do the stab in the middle Some bone but some smooth out the butt We don't be champin' no weakin' no chinas I can pull no wreck out your chick Just give her game to daddy, put the dick in her butt And playboy, I'm from Cali, you know the word punk I'm from the partna block, block Outside Where the Cali folks know your name, what? [Chorus] 4x [Birdman] Hey, Birdman, Lil Wayne, Lil Turk Hey, Birdman, Birdman, Lil Wayne Hey, Birdman, Fuck are you still living? I'm a living hell, you know my deal No tears or no scars, so I'm hell-a-ly Birdman and Lil Wayne, we creep Birdman and Lil Wayne, we creeps Until then, I'ma be strapped A-sides, hugs to my partners Cause shit ain't nuttin' nice to a lady In the neck or the back, I got a glock that'll will do Even if it's breakfast, mami your diamonds is so fritter Mami these thangs, I'm like Frito Lay You know my recipe, tricks, shake 'em and shake 'em back Mami shake-huht, shake 'em and shake 'em again Mami do the & shhhh (bitch) and shake 'em on the flo' [Lil Wayne] I'm strapped, but a nigga can't cuff I wanna fuck, but I gotta get my dick sucked And you know I'm all about the catura Cuz ain't no loop with me, I'm a 3rd ward nigga Straight up, or with the cheddar, Jack the Ripper Jack deception, trust is hoe Jack took the price, gotta watch like a clown That's why she dick suckin like a clown Ha~! She takes my dick, I nut on her We'll go anywhere, (here) Niggas gonna strap, boy you better calm your self down All my dick is gonna bounce-bum, that's for real [Chorus] 5x Artist: B.G. Album: Livin' Legend Song: Soondang Musu Newark Typed by: ***@***.*** [B.G.] Here it is, (here it is) [Uzi talking] It's kinda rough outside, we all got problems Bad bitches and mommies try to hold on You need to ��restrictive measures You know them South Central MC's, ��restrictive measures Where ======================================== SAMPLE 26 ======================================== still give me cause I'm on a roll Brown juices all up in your drink Blame me but you won't be so playa It's aANE', I would give it a try but if you say sayin' shit That disrespect for the neighborhood Isreckin' my crew cause they say hell yeah Ap is in this industry acting shady But they still doing good But they're on my way to hell mothafucka [Chorus] He lived in the projects, never seen a slap to her face Every day was so random, no more thangs, he said She was on his to say cut, so he'd talk But first she had to leave, who the fuck is you? You was just a mellow, bro, big kid Started blowing green, seeds in my hood So now I know my part, ain't to many games She probably wanna go back to them school But to take her to the game, and my forte You had a place for her, but now my feelings Can't believe she betrayed us [Verse 4] Now she's blind, from the man She can't figure out what's really good to her What's poppin' is really keepin' us comin' She fell in love with the ballers With the broad But I guess she fell for the hustle Wanted better pay, so she bought into the charms Took heed, 'cause the life of a hustler Got to survive and keep hustlin' Keep hustlin' [B.G. ad libs] Artist: B.G. Album: return of thedead Song: Take What You Take Typed by: ***@***.*** [Intro] The second verse is for T. King [Baby Thad] Uhh, I'm back and I'd like to bring you something sweet Styles, nigga I'm back with the track I'm all by your mama's terms I'm bout to make a come up I know you heard about my drinking, since seven I'm young but hold up, I'm doing yearbook hits See I'm drinking, you're pregnant Busting on this super mother 101 and yeah she still sucking the dick Y'all people need to pick up my phone And go phone Baby I'm back again and I be on some ecstasy Hah, I'm into everything and get to flickin' a dime Nigga back up in this muthafucka, what's up with that ass? [Chorus] Niggas said it say: "Fuck you!" 'Cause I'm still selling hoods, yeah Feeling real pimping, still selling hoods 'Cause I still bang my candy ass Niggas said it say: "Fuck you!" 'Cause I'm still selling hoods, yeah Feeling real pimping, still selling hoods 'Cause I'm still bang my candy ass [Baby Thad] I'm from Lil' Turk, B.G.'s, Wards Cats either there or in the county And they ain't got enough commital to put mah givin' teeth in mah bowl Matter of fact, you can't even look and not see my living room whippin' I'm always on a break and off into a house on my own Make my own bed And that's mah damn shame Cause I'm always bustin' You know what I'm sayin' No need for taggin' my mouth Just see 'em fall, I chew 'em like a motherfucker And yeah I do it for the love, but I try to live real Them young ass freaks just ain't shit She think she look pretty bringin' me joy And I swear she good and if I'mawlege her I'ma kill her not wakin' and cause I whore 'em [Chorus] [Verse 3: B.G.] I see part of my brain gettin'tin' wack when it splatters hatially I'm a part of it But when I'm on the run, Iencies, they gotta let up And I'm a part of it, where your crew, the big boss, six figure chucks them, chucks and off in yours I'm a part of it, where we stay strapped to our knuckles You know there's mouths to foreign and when we're crashin' Matter of fact I'ma teach these niggas bout who ======================================== SAMPLE 27 ======================================== Te Glocc (Come on! Come on!) Do you like the way? (Come on! Come on!) Do you like the sound? (... When he enters the room ...) 8X All the boys got a little fun (It's all in the house!) All the girls are in control (It's all in the house!) The beat is pumping (Come on! Come on!) Do you like the sound? (Come on! Come on!) Do you like the feel? Baby, baby baby baby hey wha'? Baby, wha'? From the U.S.T.F. we gettin' down... It's all in the house! 10. nylon (no laces), beat is phat iao mujei tei? chat ya la tu eres grube engaging in sex Sewa mi, runa sore a straight fiender zeba, bamba ba the bamba Zypre on a go chatta, te rae fa yo bamba, te rae fa uba the bamba Baby, baby, baby yuh can't afford this part (No!) Not a dime, I a buh abt Therefore, I unu bang for buck and Go sell for 2 or Go hate ya body and get me a Renfield Shit, a me dem waan stop call Before I have to beat and I run the shop aband i use bullet for palm i use blue jet for cyan a shi use Thorazine a shi use magazine a shi use fear Uhr, yo, dein in Main Police wussie endt me decendre, still me name Still talkin swag, ich time Same shit, just ask Preme My price point is the million shot Don A who wheyday, the hottest nigga in the street (Chorus) Medusa, head might a rely Cottonmouth, heaved West Brighton More toons, love minty East Atlanta, grapmmagnon My girl died last night Somewhere in between my life and my dreams I want to raise this boy to a King Selector, top cat in the ATL That's a fact, a fact, we came this way (Chorus) w/ (Chorusetteisher) High on my pipe wit her, dropped it when I got light Hoping I just might make it last This love up in here is deep and it's best kept Low on my hip gone, no time to be wasted Oh, oh, oh, oh This is for my people, my friends Party out tonight, cocktail for my shoppers Asheville in .45, slung off to Max's For those that don't know, what happens after dark High on my pipe wit her, dropped it when I got light Hoping I just might make it last This love up in here is deep and it's best kept Low on my hip gone, no time to be wasted Oh, oh, oh, oh This is for my people, my friends I want you to love enough to live lavish I want you to love enough to live lavish I want you to love enough to live lavish I want you to love enough to live lavish I, I, I, I, I live it out I, I, I, I, I live it out Okay, okay, okay, okay [Bridge] I, I, I, I, I live it out Artist: Erykah Badu Album: New Amerykah, Pt. 2: Return of the Ankh Song: White Niggas First Typed by: ***@***.*** [Sample] Who the fuck cares about these nigga Go 'head nigga fuck yourself I'm a beast, like 13-P You a pussy nigga please, you a snake nigga No, I'm not even fuckin with silly hoes Fuck around, then your ass I'm a walk again Fuck around, your ass I'm a talk again You don't want none of this, kick up the dust See I'm a boss nigga, while you a peasant nigga [Verse 1] Head so niggas hear the stick it mean hustler Never think twice, don't ever fuck with a sucker Quick fast cuz I'll break ya off some in-rushing shit I get money while you down to fuck on me And now that you bitch assed off the fucking do' It's bandit provision, I'll break ======================================== SAMPLE 28 ======================================== They like, "8 million tickets and off the antlers" Aw man, I'm just with my dog, he do his thang It's rabid dog, ain't nobody seen him get in ogs ain't pullin' in, it's like a payday zone Bet a bitch she pullin' in, ready for the car chase All my city niggas, 100Plus plans [Chorus] [Bridge] [Verse 3] I can with it, bangin' that blunt and shit I can with it, bitch you want your blunt back Grab it from the back, cough in the bag Shove it in your hat, get the do' and the hat Wipe the floor-face, respect the rookie On the ass, show me what you made of if We head to the lab, make this green like it's pork and beans You still got a week, if you show me what you put out I'll give you a week, just to get it the right way You the dope or the bitch, we don't talk about it This is the cut, the cut, that's the time You hear me rip, leave me a message A ho who givin' up the m's You know Flow, he got the ki's For the hunt so you better duck [Chorus] [Verse 4] All day on this yellow Perignon Watchin' the Expedition I'm about to swoop let's make love, while we still alive I might murder on the melody, so can you catch it I crowd-sush, while other bitches chitter-chitter I'm all about the money, I'm a rich soulless What kind of marble you think I'm on I see your perignon on The left holds the meal, the right makes it night for dinner In the back is where the hunny thinks she needs The bell-o-rama, she will forever hide her height In the dinette lounge, H2O's she fill it with horse-brained A horse of burden, needs a formula A horse of burden, needs a horse-brained A horse of burden, needs a horse-brained Artist: 2 Chainz Album: Pretty Girls Like Us (S) Song: Pretty Girls Like Us Typed by: AZ Lyrics Had a pretty girl, wanna hang with me? Hair long, havin' weave in her hair Sweatin' it all out, let the juice flow in her mouth I'ma love yo' girlfriend, I need yo' spot You make the bed, you make the bed sound like a boom boom Not a trouble-shoot, just my favorite pair of breezy blouses My sexy neighbor called, said my pimp need to father ya' Ah, she was a busboy, a pretty brown Had a pretty girl, with a body like a jeep Hands in her dress, she was goin' to the back And my bedroom, to work my weed on the weekends Shout outs my homie Left, I know he hurt me [Chorus] Pretty girls like us Most them the ones I like Lil girl, be takin' the girls hand Lil girl, be showin' me love Pretty girls like us Most them the ones I like Lil girl, be takin' the girls hand [Verse 1] I told ya' this time, I'm gon' finger flippin' Gotta get up on my knees and spend some more These hoes holla, tell them shawty you love 'em I do fine with 'em, tell you what I want 'em Baby I can't fall, I'm takin' it higher See you say you can come and pick it up But we got to get it, like that, for Richard Rider Make it happen, baby way to freaky See my Smith & Wesson, with my boy Blackie That's my bro, without long, T-Big We bout to get it all, like 80 Your booty's up on a respirator Now lemme see that ass, Biggie Smalls And I'm richer than two Benjamins Eighty-five thousand dollars, me and you under process Who got the money?hot boy, Little Motorola [Chorus] Pretty girls like us Pretty girls like us Pretty girls like us Pretty girls like us Artist: B.G. Album: Checkmate Song ======================================== SAMPLE 29 ======================================== else John according to his custom Girls holdin heat, unless she's a gay guy Alright, you know them suckers keep a log on ya throat And I'm a break it down cause I'm a fish A hypnotist, when I eat a shrimp or two You can open up the dicks, it's gon' swag... [Chorus] x2 [Verse 4 -Kane] When I'm ready, rock a twist on your brand Takin a cruise through the hood, let off an ounce Of that raw shit, to feed a ho or two I'm a ship with the big girl, whetherarded or not I swear this ain't flossed, but it'll happen When your loot tickin', give it a burn And when you get drenched, you best pray for blap But I'm the best because I hit mines like a dump truck I eat ducks, straight drown women like Gretta My takes = the dollars, my flow If I clip it on my belt, it's a story in Lil' young gal Representa, I repobia She rep that Scrapa rap or flight I beats that I know and love to spitt. I molest your kids [Pre-Chorus] [Chorus -alesa] [Post-Chorus] Artist: The Beanuts f/ Harmani, S-Runnin, Young Khalif Album: The Rumppaears soundtrack Song: fields in a freeze Typed by: ***@***.*** [ VERSE 1: (Female singer) ] I'll put a million on it, you know that I'm ready (I'm the best young nigga, ya'll the best) but I wonder how? Well let's see how the fuck y'all feelin When I wasn't havein no beef, now I runnin around Killin all these playa haters, I'm hot And I'm gettin mine, y'all, watch how I act when I spit Yeah, I'm street, the streets feelin me Yeah, I'm gettin this money, bitch, I'm feelin this pain I done seen this whole world, go ahead, see me? Nigga, I'm a pimp baby It's your world, I make these hoes do what I do I go sell static, I need static, I need static Clips that let you pay these hoes, I need static [ VERSE 2: (Female singer) ] See that nigga in the label? Who? Oh she stuck in here with a bag of tricks I'm thinkin 20 g's by the foot of the Chateau Hangin on the wall, is it really me? I just want a Bentley, flossy with my dreams Playboy... now what the fuck is y'all talkin about? You see these jeans they don't fit These better than the ice that I'm wearin When I bought my thang, I got that still in the engine It's gorgeous, I let you sweat it cool off I'm King of the South Still pull the gat quick, you now on the sell it You know I'm hittin corners, you know I'm gettin it for chop It's the 415, you know what I'm talkin about This is where them niggas creepin, it's goin down I'll be hittin down, givin you the blues I got the hood on my back, got the Cheve in my shoes I'm King of the South If I could, jeans fit perfect Today I'm workin through the courts The summers cold, but my workin will stay I gotta be down for a nigga like P. You know I'm leavin, you know I'm smokin It's a nice ride baby but it's long time It's real simple, it's unexpected, a nigga tryna get rich She said no you don't gotta be a lawyer, you be on the case You know I rap, I can handle it We just cook up and make it in the shine Sweze it off you're on the case, went to the kitchen You know I hustla use to steal ya beats Heard you lame, now bitch ass nigga wanna hate Go on girl I just wanna fuck You know I'm all about the bread, don't hate me You know I'm real, check me out [ Young Khalifa ] Now how's that motherfuckers all this dough on hands ( ======================================== SAMPLE 30 ======================================== Check life 84 since my birth [Hook] You don't like what I'm doing, hold up man pimp me If you know what's going on let it enorate your success You work long hard and no one can understand You live by the code let the code call your self [Verse 4 - Big Syke] Flocka crack, roll tape, Mac sack Crack a smile big Pac and Tum-Tum'll keep ya Stay true and tell em keep true Keep nice good word and we'll draw em' back Cowards best be reprimanded Endless honor and carry a beam Aim your arm right and hold a gat Cock it back and open fire So if I bust you or your baby hit the A.C. The waiting game for your simp' and your little hot rod [Hook] [Verse 5 - Big Syke] Catch an asthma attack you can't fight applause Back and forth from midget pissing in your Asher home Don't give a fuck about the laws, try to get your boo Shit this about to get ubered up Catch a case and slam a chick above a tree Tell her why she got that thang for a shill And why her and what to do with your cheddar bitch? [Hook] Artist: Big Syke f/ 2Pac, Outlawz Immortalz Immortalz Album: Where I've Been Mixtape Song: Letter to the President (Remix) Typed by: ***@***.*** Verse 1: Re paying bills for days Haven't heard much about it How will I afford it Just want you to know You can cop it or take it Hope I don't catch a wreck Thank you for the bills you paid You ain't gotta ask no questions Show the cover of your magazine Don't ask no questions or get a nose with the cars If they sell out then I can afford it That's what these haters just want And two years ago In '93 I lost my son That's the reason I'm in this And gave him some for legal documents He didn't understand them, he said some more problems I open them, he reading them? He read them again, some more lies Some more lies he thought he knew was started inside of him So the lies got louder, the sharks got bigger The president got a crowd, bigger they come More competition, more fools start to run Better understand them, never them All about getting paid, won't let them They aint funny, they aint buyin them I watched the life of a man change from the streets To a crowd, crowd nobody could compare It's funny all over You say you don't believe but read lips They aint gotta weight, take his math But your stats don't exist, you can google it You think you really knew it, you could google it Had to go and talk to different C.R. papers They hate doctors, they gotta work with you And never call Dr. Pepper for advice He wanna cure cancer How long he could this using his cancer pipe? Verse 2: My daddy died, that left a mess, a family to deal with It was mess, a difficult mess My mama came to terms with my pain She didn't have asthma, had never went to sleep All I did was watch the money pump up the block The cops used to be frail, silent and contemplatin I was young and lovable, just a afraid nigga I watched the monster get rich, rise to fame The moment I saw him, I authorized the crime (Chorus) When I hear this, it's Uncle Gajin' from the 7 deuce And he got rid of little after my eyes, big bout that nigga Verse 3: Now there�fore you owe me You gon need me And when I'm finished with you The duece contract was like a gun tip Gotta pocket full of 12s Thence it trips to this junky proof Catch me somewhere with triple O Some bros in this bitch went out They aint worth the while, so You check the bill girl And I got the 9 mill Just from this horsey And some of y'all niggas is doin mines Here's to you (Chorus) Chorus Artist: Big Syke f/ 2Pac ======================================== SAMPLE 31 ======================================== Choppa won't cuss, he ain't hard ta learn Know what boy turned rapper, now he on that hot flow It took a lot for me to get rich in the ghetto no more Now I do it for brothers who lost a close friend to the system Nigga I started from the bottom and rose to the top With guarantee my record ain't nothing but a disaster [CHORUS] [Munk] You like mad cuz my name is Macklemurda, would ya believe That the shit that niggas say, mean mugging is a bummer You like mad cuz I got big teeth, I won't front Mad cuz I got big rings, won't hold a grudge Back in the day my daddy left me swallowed up Hard times, I was growing to a size that i small I didn't wanna go, i was afraid that i'd swallow my pride I was so sick of all this bullshit, I gave up on trying to make it Like mad cuz the shit y'all was sucker-hunched to be are freight ceilings with badger bites Fuck your style, I'm superstar like E-40 You know mad cuz you whine on the TV, baby But I ain't hearing that, you with that?" I'm Roy, look cuz I'm ruthless like a G, baby buy a quarter ounce of coke and headbangin' likeory You understand me, then bring your children like Adi West Fuck wannabe rappers get mad cuz they can't bang my crew My nigga Binkx shits, talk for my niggas who go right to the top You see me my nigga pimping, I'm buying cars getting grams Freak-Ass Nigga outcha days nigga don't forget I'm spSingSingSinging everday, watchingperate Im getting packs of weed just like the reverend's cuts I'm heater off them rocks cuz we ain't supposed to see no bust closest thing to a hater you could get, that nigga feddy You hear this, believe me cuz jacks is mad cuz I'm buying everything, think I won't leave the city When you see me your way, you already know though That's my life dog, my nigga no trust in you Fabolous flows, got roaches in the backyard You hear this, MUTHAFUCKA we the chosen , send in the crew, get cool and shit But to get funky, I don't sweat it, I only fear it Nigga you can't fuck with us, got the squad locked If we don't give hip hop, shit it's bound to get ugly [CHORUS] Fuck the week starting stance kick, stance for inches Know I'm calling out for my stripes, and when niggas flapping All attention isulu just pausing when I'm feeling what they telling me Know I'm selling ice packs, and everything I love Off to my store, dun and denny, and jumping up and up just like the quaalune Crumbo, rum and swag, feel the satisfaction of that Know I'm the one in you devil laughing, you ain't understood my people Bad if you mad, I'm pulling to the side to face your people Bad if you follow my lead, and you don't want to hear what I be playing And it ain't no secret, I'm hotter than the guap you give Bad hoes and hot guns, that's how hot I be It's a fact nigga, that I'll kill a nigga at a later date Artist: Beenie Man Album: miracles baby Song: Get Loosed Typed by: AZ Lyrics Rasta Beat-A-Damn, Rasta [Speech] Aah... [Chorus] Ain't nothing changed but the weather. sunshine, anything goes. Ain't nothing changed but the weather. sunshine, anything goes. Ain't nothing changed but the weather Take a little trip with the sweet darkness. keep the windows closed. keep the windows closed. Patriot up in this maze with a heart and mind. we will soar. It's too hot to hold the fire, keep the windows closed. keep the windows closed. Ain't nothing changed but the weather. sunshine, anything goes. keep the windows closed. keep the windows closed. Ain't nothing changed but the weather Let me tell you about my everyday My everyday life like some 40's baby, he good in the day All my bills, put it ======================================== SAMPLE 32 ======================================== illa] Feels like it's '89 (feels like it's '89) I'm soTogether There's no history (it's no history) Just a moment that we've been waiting for it must it's real Form of boxing you represent (you) My Hook I use, deadly combinations to make these other bastards Shoot first, your first light get scarred LightSkin that I am (Yeah I am, nigga) Use to be a lion, now aeg some how Iachi (See I'm from the Now-travel) Now it's all about the block, the limos and the drop top (You know I been getting money over here man You knew I'd be coming, you know I've been working) You know I'm all in the street, you fail you daily You know I'm all in the street, nigga You know I'm all in the street [Dayna B] Nigga I'm a beast (yeah) Scary little thang (shit) You scared for my name (shit) You ever think about tryna fight (uh huh) Nigga when this all happen I just plan to get killed I'm on my way to Saks Fifth I ain't looking back Getting mines That's a whole lot of niggas lost My life's a bitch If you can't deal with it, nigga you never had a chance If you think I give a fuck, nigga you getting stuck Lile niggas on my block with them glocks Who the fuck wanna run up on my clique? Eastside, Westside, half fed and we ballin Fucked up I thank god and fuck freedom Oh lord I miss Pac But that don't mean I'm on the Westside No I don't have the pistol but I'm happy that's Got the beep, shit is sweet as the chocolate duck Uh-uh, oh yeah I got the drug, He's turnin' to my people in a twirl I just got my first benz, feeling good as shit On the cellular, poppin' bottles on theeway What's up with these niggas, on the deals getting irregular Hold the rifle, don't worry bout the loss As long as your tank can buddha, I'm bangin' These niggas jumpin off the game like rocks in the club I ain't going out, them niggas would kill I swear But I don't talk, them niggas quick to bust I gotta Bitch nigga, know your steps, then your cry me a whore Interrupt my plans, you on my block then another She was screaming and I could hardly took the pain Damn my homeboy cold when he sat me down But I prayed because I still adore you And after all that time I lost acquainted you I'll never be the same, it's you I'll never trust [2Win] [Dayna B & synonyms] Phone just went (I think it was that) My P.O. straight (straight) My D.E.S.I.T.O. nigga I'm outta here (alright) My P.O. straight (straight) My D.E.S.I.T.O. nigga I'm outta here (alright) My P.O. straight (straight) My D.E.S.I.T.O. nigga I'm outta here (alright) My P.O. straight (straight) My D.E.S.I.T.O. nigga I'm outta here (alright) My P.O. straight (straight) My D.E.S.I.T.O. nigga I'm outta here My Latitude for sure! It's gotta be one of the coldest takes! It's gotta be coldest! Too warm to be a Bear From Little Rock With a couple basketball courts Iverson Don't do the burial tubour Pack cold bottles like LeBron Don't join the victims who sleep about death I need to penetrate the thigh bone slowly Slowly, pour some more beers Slowly, they still pale in the face This long winded road, I'm hop-scotch with trey Pull over and side take your running stroll My life's a movie lot, this is typical Life is a movie alot, this is typical Life is a movie when a hater tries to act cool cool, cool Too bad the windows tinted My daughter is 4 this year and she ain't got no ======================================== SAMPLE 33 ======================================== intro ta m�z�' "So you suffer from cancer?" And my screen name is �chandelier' Put some coal on top of that and hang it [ VERSE 2 ] I�m infatuated with the curls I�m to the icicle-white of her curly hair I�m cold to the touch I�m warm to the touch I�m flat in my chest She is cold to the touch She is flat in my chest [ CHORUS 2X ] I�m infatuated with the cursive With my back to the wall and my eyes to the hier-e-raite None less the deeper the mystery But if you iron yourself to your sockets All theways shift in the harmony of the heart Louder than a force on water Thoughts complete without harmoniz Move with the light like a full moon ring when the star's rising Be clients of the needle like I was born in the belly Of the wickedness the moons and the stars New moon to me you�re a jewel when you get high Fantastic, pure material, all fantastic Leaping over mountains to fly Soul of a drowned butterfly [ CHORUS 2X ] [ VERSE 3 ] I�m infatuated with the digit X I�m born to be loved, with the twouth to wiurness Guns to police, missus to mash up your crew X is like a fist with soul he is doomed When yo choose yo hazy it shows you slippin and budge you mal Ya better duck when this dirty cat is courting you You better learn how to punch and kill Catch your bullet before it throw you like a guillotine Soul is a bitch, the O.G. has died Yet we holdricides, all we do is heat yuh bleachers And cover up the truth, and cover up what the hatasack's think Ugly in theudo bad man bad and we Buy yo cars motherfucker then try to track my haters [ CHORUS 2X ] Artist: Big Tymers f/ Lil' Wayne, Mac Dre Album: Uptown On The STREET Song: 504 Typed by: ***@***.*** [Manny Fresh singing] This one here Grandma Uhh [Verse 1: Lil' Wayne] This is just some real shit right here On my block, with a stop sign and two towers Stop shorty whip my nigga fuck you And my nigga G. Carter YouknowhatI'msayin? Clean air, clean water POISON! - smellin' filmy, liquor and smokin' slow With a gang of niggas quick to start static My hoody is full of bear shit And real, real niggas ya know Ride Benz, Benz, pull up on your block and bop your Nigga do you wanna smoke? Bitch, bet that nigga get a gun or Nigga do you wanna smoke? Bitch, bet that nigga get a chopper or Nigga do you think I think? Catch me outside my condominiums lights are gone I'm chillin in the 98 F150 When I garage my kicks I got plenty loot My bells are long I bang like gorillas Stay strapped with a bar kicking out the trunk My t.v.s' gonna blow you out your trunk I'm kickin' bread like an old O.G. Clothes ain't right, I'll show you where your hoody at [Chorus] (Drop it if you want it) Yeah We can get down if you want it We can see if you want it We can show you what we about We can be if you want it We can lace you with this passion If you want it, drop it if you want it If you're looking mean if you're looking mean We can get down if you want it We can lace you with this passion If you want it, drop it if you want it If you're looking mean if you're looking mean We can get down if you want it We can lace you with this passion If you want it, drop it if you want it If you're looking mean if you're looking mean We can get down if you want it [Verse 2: Baby] Would you love meel, if I breathe on my jew-els to your world, if I eat on my Knives ======================================== SAMPLE 34 ======================================== Dumb dismissments, you shook ass Copped your roll, you tried to roll Your hair straight no jam Still did the bump like Riddick Spit a tear, kid got the feelers Your life is likeums, used to walking in lakes Snakes by the beach got you thinking about tennis You seemed scared of the moon, running with them stars Same orbit the knife edge read: wrong way. Verse II You're spinning millias while I'm spinning rims on your whizz The back rubbers, I'm trying to sell you rubber. "This remix can't be true..." "Can't be." "Re- remix can't be Die motherfucker Artist: Assassin and Doe Da Hoe Album: Classick Song: Boyz II Men Typed by: ***@***.*** (Doe-G picked up nose ball gi) [Verse 1: Doe Da G Consortiumon] I never lamped with the older heads, so I don't need OG swag The old school had us poppin bikes at the deluxe The rise had us rockin pants, so you know we rockin now The 20's had us ducking from lights to fishin The Press (the press) picked up, now we got Quik and Big K-Dog claimin, parties with makeshift players me and the crew had the vision now we hit uponies, the worst form of truth me and the crew had the vision, now we hit uponies claimin, parties with makeshift players me and the crew had the vision now we hit uponies, the worst form of truth (Samples in the background) [Verse 2: Big Mafio] Now everywhere I look, niggas majorly gettin swerved Dime plannin, plus the cash tray you dimes get swerved Now it's plus orSundays, big house or small thing props and duct tape, we don't give a damn Cause any given situation we gon' slide down that bus Some of these niggas don't understand, cause they pretend Some of these niggas know how to be stun'n with a bitch gettin dipped behind the skully Now I can stand on my own, shute ban me from the projects Cause all I look is shrome pipes Bitch I'm majorly throwed and irritating you see me clippin up the dope trails and you see me comin through just infront of the lights Can't see me through the fog no (sample) You wanna be hard your nigga Now open the blue door Everybody gotta have to ride This ride or die You in this Sex (get it) gyro (get it) Me (get it) You gotta (get it) gyro (get it) Me (*echoes*} (Doe-G) Big M.O.E. Peace bye bye Muhammad Ali Here we go... (Muhammad Ali) Round of applause Lyrically I tried to come through But you couldn't, don't I'm a young animal, and I wanna be down like a fucking tennis You silly cats crossin out like a pair of J's king of the round Round of applause Lyrically I tried to come through But you couldn't, don't I'm a young animal, and I wanna be down like a fucking sports talk round of applause Lyrically I tried to come through But you couldn't, don't I'm a young animal, and I wanna be down like a clown well round of applause ======================================== SAMPLE 35 ======================================== a lil' young mama why a who-r dis'n with so little else get your mama's pity, just hope she cares cause it makes you happy [Chorus] [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Who ones you think they are, like, why? Detroit, Texas, Texas, brrathens fucking town All these fly ass nigga's, like, why you think you man? all these fly ass niggas, like, why? you know these niggas act fast, for no reason Mr. Fat Face, you know that's hot of you I hate these niggas, so fuck them the first time Put it in your mouth, put it in your nose bend your ass over your shoulder and put a kiss in your mouth Go 'head, get your ass on the bed tell everybody that you the man tell them they can't do nothing about it tell em pussygaze, I got a +hot pussygomez+ [Verse 3: 2 Chainz] motherfucker I ain't lying said damn boy now what the fuck are you supposed to do you tell me that I can get what's on my mind you ain't tryna make a nigga give up and in two weeks we'll be in bigilon man you can kiss the nigga eye the nigga eye [Chorus] [Bridge: 2 Chainz] Every time babe I said I love you now you my wifey I'm tryna find a man that's so fucking good [Verse 4: 2 Chainz] wanna fuck yeah you got a man you need me, yeah girl turn me up, turn me up, turn me up lady suck my dick yeah baby girl we need that man I'm a monster yeah, like you like that [Chorus] [Bridge: 2 Chainz] I need you [?] mama she still prayin for Papa he seen a few nights he seen a couple rounds, folks tried to move his roach tracked his little sister, told her, the boy's on his ass sucked off his innocence, gave his driver's a face took his drugs, beat his whole world fled him home, told him no one ever will tell him home boy, don't have no dope son said, what would this shit taste like, better not trust the kid caught a plot, people say you better not spend it brought all the little dreamers to my table, put a stack in this bitch, now I can show you how this life can be [Verse 5: 2 Chainz] wanna fuck yeah you got a man, you need to know that ooh wait a minute, fuck that plan, fuck that I'm just tryna get my pimp on she in the corner handlin' out and said marriage and Christ turned her into a Christian Damn, look wedding party look alike but with all the dirt in this world she's still gonna hold her own can't say I love her, I don't like what she's gonna say but she gotta get my attention before she get hung girl I'm tryna fuck 'em, (yeah) b-b-b-b-b-b-b-but I'm a baller ooh wait a minute, ooh b cuz you a real baller ladies don't bring it to the table, ooh girl I'm a baller (yeah) ladies don't bring it to the table, yeah girl take time girl take time cuz I'm a real baller [Bridge] [Chorus] [Verse 3: Ace Hood] cuz sex is my everyday habit and IActivist layed me on a soundless track I swear it feels good to be sexual with my dick in the air job to the ceiling man I am the man trying to fuck your friend i am just like you trying to fuck your honey i'll give you anal sex if you will anal sex all the senses are fully aroused you can call me daddy or you can call me super lady or you can call me Hyde girl you got it if you want some more please let me finish them throats in front of your men and in your face baby you're the daddy and I'm trying to play you listen to me and if you don't like it just let me know I'll just give you anal sex [Chorus] Artist: Aceyalone Album: ======================================== SAMPLE 36 ======================================== me{Yeah} You will never leave (Come on!{Come on!) (yeah, right{Krazy!Krazy!Krazy!Krazy!) But you see i'm always come without (no!) (come on!) You got drama for these suckers who spray green (Who are you?! YEAH!) You also slip (no no!) I'm a snake that night (what?) You aint got no legs (what?) No hide and seek, just a nick and a mic you slip I play shit from AK's to the hall (what?) First two rounds, you die (what?) I'll slug you wit the clip You get ill, prayin to God Allah'll start the fire Uh, I'm a beast, nothin like the asthma attack Used to love to hustle, now I spent like 50 on my first aunt Got whips, sit on that, now I start to plan your funeral KK'll turn your body into a scene, you gon' get the grand fresche I'm a stop your plans, take your ashes, burn em down in smaller space I'm quick to the need to spank a nigga in his nose first, quick to start you nigga off Pull out the chrome first, I can touch niggas that's holdin our stacks Before I start flexin, your ass'll die That's why your jewels remind me of rush Nigga, I'm the host, better bring your ass because im tryin to start a convo Big Ed be the gangster you can call him B off theangle Artist: Big Ed Album: Special Forces Song: Watching U Typed by: ***@***.*** [Chorus] uca serel che se here wo la arrango aquar de que un tu lado as myantes encontpellaz cada vez pegate, parte por que lo que estan un poco [Verse 1] Watch how I disrespecta, lo que qued pledge parte que esto es la Bacasion que floristas me quito demasreal, ya demandy que se lo mas acabe cada vez pegate, parte por que lo que estan un poco hasta solo lo que es supiero, como un paro esto [Chorus] [Verse 2] Where de father defenition? de la six y el sparke sotone combo que le gusta es sujo mami pliqua la valiance y mami estarnos quer arrepiente que en tus sackos como floridor se va a deserte quota el pego, pa' que no vayas aquar, aqui estoy, pa' desfrutar como floridor como un par 7figo conmigo entero la orina, metele plateur de tus pisas sin honor de los vecinos como flashin' yo te vende, pa' que no vayas [Chorus] [Verse 3] Se que me tocas prendeito ainda respecte tienes la harnesses pero la valina en la abranger y yo vengo loca' Interessi estas gata como efection mo animal Tropez Tortuga y Baby Baby Cambiega pa' Enfield le gusta y los pez claims le gusta y los pez claims roguzm hace: [Chorus] [Chorus] Artist: 7 Notas 7 Colores Album: Get the Strap Song: La Tondo Typed by: ***@***.*** [Verse 1] The plane that could never have too many rays and times moves at a snail's pace when the scales is acha a soul that scales just like a sack of knuckles it's never broken no broken Jesus we're in the whirlwind, speakin'orean a land of bending quarters and onions I got myy doctors and battery techs my vision is like a 3-D scan a field of porcelain stuffed withilage we use to hustle now we battle drill and dice the patient lay the mission underground in a rock shelter better not run! no resurrection! better not ======================================== SAMPLE 37 ======================================== shade Check, stic followers Wanteth not to look down on us I have to tell motherfuckas this I ain't never seen yo' dome leak in the church [Chorus] I don't know you but you my ex, so I reamed you fools Your mama drink to your head, but you ain't made to die I don't know you but you my ex, so I'm drinkin yo' brew You ain't made to fear us or run up in a house You made to let go and get it inside out What, you think I act a damn fool? I don't know you but you my ex, so I know you ain't made of shit [Verse Two] You walk out the crib empty the bags And know momma snort it and know dad never got it And you walk in the streets and smile like you used to do But you ain't jokin, jokin, you know I put moms down And you ain't always show love, but you been steady steady getting it And momma out here cryin on the bottom of my toes But I'm at ease just like a window tinted car Good times, I'm always there when you need me I'm a one ride nigga with this pen Can't seem to keep ya lips out my grill I'm stuck on this beat Shit, you ain't got no love for my dome And like Dahmer I'm a lost nigga Find nothing else But ya love me I'm a 3 leaf clover I made this rain, keep the real in the village Yeah, my mom's a rose But don't act like ya don't know where she grew them flowers I bought myself a drop, it was a dime Now don't ask me, but do ask Aron, "What's the purpose?" I bought myself a hot tenor, a mud brick home I floss like the junkie B2K crew All my people telling you that you can't boast If rap was gold it had all the problems you had Money, cars, clothes, oh my God Mother said I should come, like a bike holler about the car Oh, the hell I thought of it When you find this here your whole world gon be a laughing stock I am the fire (temper), flame and then thanks (happy weddonation) [Chorus] I don't know you but you my ex, so I can't take it in (hell yeah) I don't know you but you my ex, so I can't take it in (hell yeah) [Verse Three] Now put on your Eddie Lac and get your Eddie Lac night one Cause if you not with me then you gon be my Eddie Lac one, two Everybody got one, cause uh, my nigga, you know you ain't got no options Uh No (if), no (if), no (if ever) Uh, no (no bitch) No (no option) No (no option) [Baby D] Momma said be together, listen She ain't budgin this year and probably never this decade I said cool it gotta do with my B2K She gotta watch slack Them miggity instinct ain't shit usin The music bitch that thinks that they hot And I think they fake like I trust them The story of my first love (first love) The story of my first love (first love) And what I heard it got my noses rollin Questionin you baby mamma, was you hot Like I trust nobody, no Like baby daddy (no) Like babywicky (no) That ain't shit to talk about (no) Like a hooker (fuck you) Like a hooker (naw) Like a hooker (yeah) Like a hooker (yeah) [Mannie Fresh] When I was 24, shit, now a nigga gotta work And 30 thousand dollars to spend, on clothes Look at strippin, you niggas wanna pass you But you can't except with a duck and a little bit of oil Bitch, get this a schoolgirl wanna dip in the lake And a ho, just tell her, feed her peanut butter over there But tell her to keep on grindin, and that'll keep this a private And when she get tired ah ah, spend ten thousand on the train Or five hundred dollar shoes, for the broad' taaaaaaa [Chorus] [Baby D] Niggas got me stuck up, fricken stank pipe Purple counts in the pocket, stomach grow fat fr ======================================== SAMPLE 38 ======================================== ! Yo, here goes another wave, see ya later I said come help me, you say my little one I hope you listen, my high spirit don't tempt me At least you can keep from getting drunk and guzzled Soul of my black father, it's all good! [Chorus: Ab-Soul + SZA] You a double D, I said a right from wrong Split your t.v. and watch it crack your face You a double D, I said a right from wrong Chill with me nigga, Soul trainee! You a double D, SZA a Right! [Ab-Soul] Perverted Monks, Soul hold On for lunch I've been on this shit before you knew we Came here now - with the purpose of vibing Where weak we win and when it gets deep Fuck self-esteem, fuck being in band faces Spit blues, folk, I ain't scared to say fuck it Do it as a cat, put your hands up high Shit's getting deep and you ain't never having to touch me Oh, I'ma do it if you want to cause everything you see is dangerous And I've been working my nuts so hard ain't no sleep Fuck all the bullshit evil people put me through It's just another nigga made me feel truly Soul to the world at large me and my Bonnie intend to be, never just to be pleased But fate will take you far Even if it takesankind forever it's all a mistake Death, I'm a dying place, grave I'm a place of rest Look what I'm about, I turned the tables you need to pay the cost [Chorus] [Ab-Soul] As I walk thru this long dark road, slow so much coke you took it in your veins You ain't never done for me, did you read the ropes and the schemes AndJunkyard with the title, just kept on steppin And I dropped out of college, only graduated in one of the gats It's on me, I'm not too proud to be a thug Kinetic, psychotic, with the, tongue, surface, for a, stoppin Ugh, I'm on the map, this for every city that be on my map So fuck the rest of you rap cats, out right and you done... [Chorus] [Outro: Ab-Soul] A-R -L still bein on they block, everyday A-R -L be gettin a G and I'm with my crew A-R -L still be gettin a G, yea A-R -L be gettin a G and I'm with my crew A-R -L still be gettin a G, yea A-R -L be gettin a G, yea (Get right, everybody gotta get they life) Artist: The Almighty RSO Album: Guinness Stout Song: The Trouble Typed by: ***@***.*** [ VERSE 1: The Almighty ] Sup, that's right Dj asked me what I was supposed to do I said I'ma hang like a luc' Damn right, a savage Damn wrong, but I chose the lesser I can't let them finish me Damn right, they're on my back What's up I thought I told ya That I'm fin' to do What I got to do Damn, I'm getting tired All I got left to do Do not discuss it The conversations basic Diss if you don't know How I'm getting tired All I got to do is give it some thought Come to grips with the fact That I know man My situation Tell me that it's something I should know, but I didn't All I said was... [Chorus: Ab-Soul] Keep steppin (Keep steppin, keep steppin) As the nights go by, I can't keep myself Do I really have to do? (Please don't do me!) I know I gotta do (Every man is a dog, man) In the struggle to stay alive? (Man, please) [Verse 2: Ab-Soul] Time waits for an indiction, both mind contemplate I'm winnin with myitual pro, tribe bullshit Just another nigga trying to survive By Indian tribesmen, Obama in the Oval Office That's why I keep mine eyes open Eyes searching for something that couldn't be found in the brain There's a lesson I ======================================== SAMPLE 39 ======================================== woke up had not no paper or a hat He was dead and he had gunpowder all up in his head [Lady] He was so real to me How could anybody be so fake? And now that I think about it It's not me who's fault It's probably Travis Terrace who should be locked [6ix9ine] My heart goes out, my heart goes out My heart goes out, my heart goes out Till I die, I'm trying to do all I can do Till I die, I'm trying to do all I can do, I'm tryin' to do it solo [Lady] He was just a thug, just a thug in the game She made me feel like I am a thug and yes I am I just wanna live, just wanna live, just wanna live It's so much more when one has gone so I comb my hair it's all over the floor But just know that they going to let me die tonight I wanna scream in the dark I'm just tryin' to live, just to live, live, live It's so much more when one has gone so Now I'm just dust in my cradle vigor.animus.Spirit. [4x] [6ix9ine] I give you darts like these are addictin darts You be spittin these than your squirt missiles And I don't give a what, I'm valuble, ready to drop like that Ready to play, and like Mr. Clean I'm here to end it now but wait a minute, I think I did it, you got it, I got it Now fill my head with ice and drown it in that pool and put it in my drink Gimme a globe, give me the glove Tell me, what did the ice tell me [6ix9ine] I give you darts like these are addictin darts You get em for money and em for fun And I'm valuble, ready to drop like that Ready to play, and like Mr. Clean I'm alive in my gold skin Vowin' that the next life, I am [TrifeDrew] Uh, stamps or business, whatever it may be I'm to broke, to slang these muthafuckas Got these bitch niggas trying to play me for a fool Well I'm a get me a fool, holla at my fool I'm trying to get this money out my pocket and Give em what they want, and put that on my muthafucka muthafucka Nigga keep your mouth shut or your grill gon catch a stab I'm a soldier or I'm a rover, slang these muthafuckas for they bliss [6ix9ine] I don't give a fuck about the hoe I pull up in a fast car and let her go She on that corn, just like it's legal Broads in my kitchen, I'm just a barre baby And I'm pullin up these silk sheets And I be puffin that potent shrooms I'm the man, I'm the reverend of the money And I be centering these lil whores on the gold ones That are old money I'm the uh, the... Give it to me, give it to me ... Gift it to me, give it to me ... Keys, Keys, gave it to me ... gems and chain... gems and chain... gems and chain... gems and chain... Now give it to me, give it to me Give it to me, give it to me Give it to me, give it to me Give it to me... Ohh, I... Artist: 6ix9ine f/ Jason Derulo Album: Dummy Boy Song: Tic Toc Typed by: AZ Lyrics [6ix9ine] I don't know, what the fuck gon' happen next And I don't even know what they gon' say I don't even know what they gon' go through I don't even know what they gon' go through And I don't even know what they gon' say [Derulo] She said what's up with them rappin niggas Don't get provoked And I cannot being put down You lying I tried to be great in first letters But youse my brother That's all a fake And honestly I forgive those who tellin lies I ask the Lord I ask the Lord I ask the Lord I ask the Lord I ask the ======================================== SAMPLE 40 ======================================== or the truth in they life That there are people out there who claim they Jesus And Jesus has no place in your church story Or maybe you should open your heart And recognize your life is not Jesus Know that me alone, I'll tell you the truth I say first to everything I want, I say then to what I need I don't mind if you divorce me But when she have a man they'll be in a whirlwind I got no love for them Know I'm in a ministry, I got no books All these books be my mind now I got no time for you Your only purpose, your mind and soul I got no time to listen to no soul Spreading my words all over the world I've got this moment So listen to my spirit And do the things I can to help my mind Know we're in a ministry And no words can do no harm whatever And if I have to walk through hell I've got no fear that's how she wants me If I find the one, then I'll do her little right Don't be afraid she'll come to your rescue Know we're in a ministry And no words can do no harm whatever And if I have to walk through hell I've got no fear that's how she wants me If I have to walk through hell I've got no fear that's how she wants me When she's there my only purpose, my life I got this moment And words it can't take, no I got this I got this I got this I got this Know though we go so far Some people just use the moments To try and take what they can never give Know we're in a ministry And no words can do no harm And if I have to walk through hell I've got no fear that's how she wants me If I have to walk through hell I've got no fear that's how she wants me When she's there my only purpose, my life I got this moment And words it can't take, no I got this I got this I got this I got this Know though we go so far Some people just use the moments To try and take what they can never give Ooh you, you, you You got this pin Put my stomach around your waist Ooh you, you, you Rolling with the people that hate limits If it were tied then it would be sprung You just keep on winnin', you got no time, stop rushing You've got this feeling now, now, you've got that feeling now You got that feeling now, now, now Rocky, rocking, cool, cool, cool I've got this moment I've got this feeling Oh yeah This pin is on your waist This pin is on your waist I've got this feeling Artist: 311 Album: Universal Pulse Song: Weather In Me Typed by: AZ Lyrics When you don't do nothin but talk Let the music take you away I know it hurts to be a crip You've been missin' me I know you missin' me Can anyone feel the pain? Can anyone feel the pain? Got many ways to where I'm from I'm through when you should know Got many ways to where I'm from So many ways to where I'm from I travel through the faces And I see the people that I past I seen the ones I love I come back to see my people I'm back in a days when so much has changed Oh it's like face to face Make love to beats tracks Change and other pieces Take flight with Aesop Rock And when I get back I found every letter that you left me As ugly as it seems Can anybody feel the pain? Can anybody feel the pain? Can anybody feel the pain? It's the weight of the century In the face of the temptress Bruh when you lose again Will I still be with you? Never know just how long I will stay When you don't do nothin but talk Let the music take you away I know it hurts to be a crip You've been missin' me I know it hurts to be a crip You've been missin' me Around the world, I'd like to be an MC But I'm Not Hard The Project Blowin' gradations are sick So I decided it's time to drop some words of hope Down in thehall, we're Moviest, ======================================== SAMPLE 41 ======================================== other shit out I'm a fiend for stacks like that queer Young nigga floss, I roll a green pistol Send your office, take a plea, praying I'm a boutuse a anytime for this lay off Since wrecking the most one traficap, I did it in a trafchery I take the loss but if I get a deal, I get a gleam I could pack a cannon, lay a criminal crew we gang bangers, yet we don't parley I'm as low as a safe, spent major brain pimping in Queens My drug story the drug story, Khan's the attraction I seen the signs and got my gears turn City lights and watch gleam from the beep Bic in the speakers Three deep in the cut, ain't no shame in my game Cooking up crack from the bib, I'm back on the streets pleased to stand on my own two and I ain't gotta play no games no more I can raise a kid to philly, to Philly I'm Philadelphia Bone hard, make these laws turn behind me Broken heart, it's like a town with gang goons And a problem with my life for which I owe a lot is it ever worth it? Snatching files on your porch in your designer clothes [Chorus 2x: Poltergeists Talking] [Violent J] This style is straight out the comic book Hardcore, time was time to sin Google me on that one, I search hard Carry the stash, the AK hard From that time on, it's been forever, nothing's gonna stop me From the top, it's never coming down This type of flow, on top of that type of shit I'll bury a punk motherfucker, without no tourniquets This shit is tight, and whatever you do, don't ask forless I do it for the game, cause I'm trying to shine And if you didn't know me, you shoulda seen me Coulda lost your mama, and knocked her to the punch But see I care for Funkmaster Flex, and the N.Y. Fuck Throw my stickers on your block, 'fore you run my tail [Chorus 2x] [Ghetto] I'm Ghetto, on the block, with dope beats and alqs Dirt devils, hurting niggaz chest Keep ya head screwed on cause you finna get your back Bullets flicking out, pistols barked Matchin my shit, flip a ki stock an decide Where the best left off, go head, fuck your team Nigga it's the G-Code, wild G-U-T Boys play with guns, like jackers an punks Feeling like I'm behind the dope, all spots My glock stay cocked, and watch my flip prop Consumed, according to plans, the blocks explode It's official, we taking over your game With more guns than the shooters on L.G. So, ain't nobody sharper than the Pistol Joe [Chorus 2x] [Juvenile] Baby, what you mean that we can't kill though? Whatever the kids need, we fall in the garbage can When a peace and calm leaves your town and you don't even blast it though You can find me in the vacant lot, 360 degrees Underneatholla's on 3rd Ave., smokin' weed with my pa Never trip on real joints, just take a hit off on some real shit Or should I say Range Rover, with the 'Rrcle drivin' like something wet With a young vet, just chillin' out with his pa Cookin' crooks in white t-shirts, blue cassettes and deltroises Binary Star play dirty, give me away quidditch You know the model, is on the scene with dippin' spys It's a black thang, it's a black thang And I'm from a city that's rich in crime There's a lot of po-po's, dope dealers and drug dealers And they named after me, but I'm fresh as hell I've been about everything, I'm the north Philly of change [Chorus 2x] [Juvenile] Fresh off the island, crack got stuck under my tongue Little rodent I'm pushin' dawg, lobster and shrimp And now I'm standin' in the Oval with Newt though Gotta keep that fedorus on me so I don't get wet It's gettin' fe, stuck in the loop like Jimmy Jones I don't drink I smoke I drink blues N ======================================== SAMPLE 42 ======================================== spent on my greatness But Archie he does me a favor He see me bumping tru Attention off my game for juvenile Curl azz style Mads all got on a track and its all on me Well its the way Iinen Benz major figures ographs Glad I finally won Bust the game one time and go shine [Night G] Outro Papi don't know what goin on Heh hehe (light it up) Priest let's go homie let's go Let's go out the momo grand way [Brandy] Brandy no 5-0 the 4-0 it's just the 4-5 Hands down with the 5-0 got it kinda hot I like the way we doing it wanna holla at ya'll niggaz All my street FLAT brothers ready to go Brandy no 5-0 the 4-0 it's just the 4-5 Hands down with the 5-0 got it kinda hot [Jay Rock] So get your rap pack Its time to get your stack on cushion Kickin like a Jamaican runner The sweeteed is in the structure I am holding like a gifted collars The torch burning like a black lion The chance is hard to swallow The water is going to flip The planet of stone is the focus The reason is our people can't afford B-boys flexing on steel What the fuck is needed Pick up the pace or ramp up raps This Kut reino rap style Give your body like a Femme Fatale Rock and roll like a brotha Check out the match w/ these cats They are the evil that grinds to maintain I drop lines like Tyson's sickest deals Got you cooking ham and you think your wench Get super soy man (Hey) Get the spoon Cause I'm coming throughrestling with hell You ain't Tyson baby (Stick yo fingers in yo lick) You ain't Iannie baby Iming sloboing low key catching a movie Watch a young lady swing her fat ass In the firm butted thighs I have you roping your sister In her sleep with the bloody clot under her tongue I'm Super Eddie all in position Lyrically you could do anything Safely aim on the pinnacle Never catch me with a broken arm The rastaest nigga on the planet Can't get enough of me Cause I'll spit in the sky God damn you dead ass niggaz [Brandy] Okay Brandy your real names where my other guns at Be ready, and come with a big gat Once we be ready, and where can I land at In the thick of it So I don't have to wait in the Claimoin To get a gat, I'll slaughter a solider And take his name in a hearse Or put it on my tractor, and keep tractor to the tracks My soldier'll be wifey and get tractor to the cakes You're fake, and that's the way fuckin fast I'll smoke you alive and fuck around and make my gram bag Spit the nine and only jack move slowly You're out for loot, not many feet in the water My niggaz, we ride on 2-3's Gotta swing by you thinkin you can do me And steal your knot, then you lose your skirt All you need to do is tell me... Before you lick the side of my 2-3, lick the nuts out my mouth [Brandy] Ok, yooney.. Bitch Betty, oil face tits amateur, sports boots Me and shorty, the broad tour it out Pull up in a Porsce on buttons The Cadillac, don't shy from the ricksmith... ...I'm straight out the soil, I'm callin your bluff Cause my mouth is wet, with 50 bullets... Pull up with no army, we'll sink your ship You bitches understand, I'm a swag like a daffy She'll set you back a rag, but a d.e. or more If your man is a pimp, he's nothin but a hound dog Cause all hoes, where my balls hit the front of they panties Please respond, with a kick to the ribs Your phoebe stank bitch, with a fly ass hoe Get busy as my click, get nasty as hell You're gonna remember me, as a little hoe named K.O.B. You're a rap motherfucker, when my pa is singing You remember me, from the candy blue Lex truck To the O-P-T bling, B-E-S-T ======================================== SAMPLE 43 ======================================== so I can feel yours New jacks joet Those who don't know like they need to stop, come on learnin' it My flow has always made hoes wanna re-up on me Any Sicardi day {you heard me} - {arm'ful} get off me My mentality's {Black Mafia} Get the fuck on 'fore I get the joint I'll smash your fuckin' house Stop {slurp} off your throat get off the (grip) and slip me a (belt) This ain't no (?) between a playa and wealth It's between a player and a hoe This ain't no {slurp} game eatin' its just Thbys whip Got my whole culpe down bail Where I'm bout to game grip If I hit this jack you can catch a wild cat Or you can bring the key to a dangerous spot If you caught the key to a dangerous place Three situations - you can get hit, you can catch a whack Three situations - it's two if you try to alert your folk You know you could lose ya mind, so, without a doubt, I'm right back in ya path Hell on earth if you don't warn your people You better be ready to blaze Hiero, guerilla warfare is the old guillotine smoking threat So what you gon do now? - you don't really want to fight me I'm a pack my chopper and I'm ready to go to war I'm a man when I squeeze, a arrow is movement If I'm cold I put my raincoat to my face Cuz I'm dehydrated, I can't fight with punches And I'm deadly like iron lead and gun powder Roll on your street with blood dripping from your body No one knows your destiny, but I'll bring proof memories Of the savage savage who I met at the park shot on the block Mutant, mutated, mutating as a child Don't remember no the timing of the homies that died On and popping wax, but the skills of a killer Try to bring me to a stand still I'm causing great drama and pain for y'all Everybody get the picture, Icegriff Mafiosa Defy the world, Killarmy forever we are And I say cooler than above the wack as I roll Coming straight from the underground Hieroglyphics, my name is Hristom I drop like a icicle that's why you're whiting me You should be thankful, you're taking me as a brother is the hood I be, Nuke'n and Big shots to the head I'm a Whickettay? A gorilla that kill a thang Do as I does, angry thangs and rhymes that rhyme Feel the burner blowing real quick, body rock the crowd Til the break of dawn, ice grill the head Then have my mouth carry the words, like a strainer Can't nobody knock my hunger, hunger got my soul The heat from the open flames got my eyes wide Dark and drowsed room, Tanger princess room Feel the burner blowing real quick, body rock the crowd Tanger princess room... Artist: Beenie Man Album: Blessed Song: Playboy Typed by: AZ Lyrics Rocking this shit, haters contest my spot keeping Gal scheamin on his own, but sipping on some liquor I'm just really trying to have a run and tell that good bye To my sexy minded people, mi sabado Let mi go, do yuh dance or pelt marig But when yuh pull out the pena and the skin from the pena Yuh notice how mi clean like dutching the double dutching Yuh notice how mi clean like dutching the skin from the pena It's my time, we inna di dancing section As if some fire bwoy have risen Some one love will fulfill all di role For di crone, who start a ball playing Dance until di wall is falling Waiting for a reason, who ready fi di sex Mi a no nothing but wetrepeakin Mi know di caseAh so di bad so we hafaff Gal fi di body dem seh a fi dem feel great Hear di rhythm, long time mi watch Mi check mi heart, and a mi potentary Want mi just girl sitting on glass looking fishy After di jerk, black swindy bone a dem dung Fool you inna di dung, know how much worse we wrecked Ugly like when dem bitches playing bad stroke di girls ======================================== SAMPLE 44 ======================================== basil Roma and whites makin' Cash Money withatical [Fear] I'm afraid... (Chorus: Jimmy Cheeztrik) Pop Pop Pop Pop is for the open mike Spoken in: Tony Montana, urban remedy It's the: The: The: The: Pop Pop Pop Pop is for the open mike Spoken in: Carl Thomas, DJ Yellak Vietnam HHEE-Called mechanism (yeah) We're gonna.......... Make an HHEE-Called mechanism (hahaha) And tell dem raggs holla back (Back) Back (Back) (Back) (Back) (Back) Rickety-thang, program that'll hum (hummm) To Johnny Cause I'm pimpin you (im) an HHEezy Check the sample, yo this programme I'ma kick it all night To jay hall and all round all out the cut And when I say cut it over short (im a woody) Short enough to deny a mack, short enough to deny a brick Anytime a nigga pimp short a spade Short enough to drop, short enough to drop and gun em down And when a nigga pimp short a spade Anytime a nigga tryna box in the Coco Sun I'ma hold the long way at wit ya all You took my piece ya heard me? Cause we smoke for the steaks and the fries And if the music y'all miss out, nigga ya a lil lil lil lil mistaken You better get caps and ya rings and ya pieces I be chill but I hit shorty for my amount of money Cause baby can hit me for about half a G (about g's) Take me and Beyonce and not need half a G And if you want some more, walk in theogie and get started Shit, I got like 11 niggas and 10 thangs And I can start all getting ready Put me in an awkward position, lookin like Sean John I'm feeling yearbooked and high cut wrists With a pinky ring, I'm his hoe Heard I lined up, then hit me like where you wanna go For my sorta girl, I fucked fashion Prefer a, kinda older girl Baby never met a girl like that Shit, considered as a roommate on the same nights But I ain't givin it up, I just got in the tweak But since I got it up, heard you jockin So I split it up, like a squeeze, then I warms up It's such a loud party and such a crowded night If I'm in it by the sheet, by the guns, by the readers I mean the nurse or doctor man As I'm about to enter it, tonight I'm just wanna Feel it cause it's a night to feel the wet groove Lately, I've been treated like a threat Love women, I just wanna satisfy their point of view And I don't care if they hate or understand My beef is deep, my food style they call edgie It's amazin how everything works We have sex in the night like braids Not cool as a punk, just lovely Blowin L's, I start flashing G's Girl try me if you feel froggy We can get more, just shorty told me How you like your boyfriend maybe trick ya I told her hold your pussy, let me show you how we groove As I drop into trance, I get the feeling Cause most of time, I know, if I'm not explicit then you won't Oh you's a funny one, you thinking I'm playing you Don't be acting like you're real, because you know I know just what I'm coming to Girl stand your ground, let me show you what your front will be I can make your knees fold, when you get down and what you'll be screaming now And I can put you in a coma like Juan at once Cause I got your back, ready to spit on a double She fell down and back swam, then she Amalisa Now you're circling me, circles everywhere You make me wanna jump back out of my buildings Girl it's alright baby just give me the love We can lay inside till I'm gone for breakfast If you don't mind it we can eat outside Indian dance, dance long time ain't no stopping us Indian dance, dance long time ain't no stopping us Indian dance, dance long time ain't no stopping us (Les) dances in the draws, and parlayings Dance in the club when the music is cr ======================================== SAMPLE 45 ======================================== Lord can I live, even if I die? Will I ever see the light that'll make you change? [Chorus] What have I gotten myself into? Just cause I can see through your eyes You can't change the world if you don't hear us Don't listen to the hype hype fool My eyes keep on fire My ears are in reach My ears are in reach My ears are in reach Listen to the sound Listen to the sound My ears are in reach My ears are in reach My ears are in reach Listen to the sound Listen to my foes Listen to my foes Listen to the sound that my foes Listen to the battle sound Beat fight sound Light fight sound Grab the girl from the back Grab her from the back Boom! It's a blue! Blue! Blue! Blue! [Verse 2] Grab a seat, recline Slow down, better take notes, I'm the Buddha Better take notes, I'm the uh uh reason why Sit back, recline Take a walk around the avenue Camille! Camille! The reason why I say no! Cause I'm strictly bout money I gotta have it, I gotta have it I swear my girl won't have it You played the fool, you know my position I'm just jealous like the kid that made the tofu You ain't gotta have it, you can have it Can have it, can have it Can have it, can have it Can have it, can have it Am I wrong? Am I wrong? Yeah, yeah [Verse 3] Grab a hand, let me show you The rings and jewels, the look on eyes Look at me laughin, what you look like If I could kiss you all night, mmm I would, I would, whack you Bust big breasts, what you look like Make you come and stay, stay Hahahaha Damn I just said it Open up your legs wide and let me hit them legs too Front to front, let me stroke along the groins Shake it and make it bounce When I hit it it mid fullest Gonna love the way it vibrates Make it go fast and make a brother feel it Dick envy, know a bitch's more than me Cause it can't be, not even me [Chorus] What have I gotten myself into? ?Sit down and gets fucked, get yourself together I'm the next J.J. ... J.J. makes slurpees bark mad 3x Yeah yeah yeah yeah Pick yourself up now Pick yourself up now Pick yourself up now Pick yourself up now [Rap II] Hey ho Pick yourself up now, quit be sadning Cos your pants is so tight, you're mack dawg Steady begging yo fi sex, steady beggin' get up So get yourself together Loud footsteps behind you Slow footsteps behind you Dont you feel me, can you feel this? Can you feel my Crush? Can you feel our Mariah? Can you feel our Tears? These are all the things that tear me apart These are all the things that tear me apart [Chorus] What have I gotten myself into? ?Sit down and gets fucked, get yourself together I'm the next J.J. Lopez Eatin people out with my Junior below You should watch your baby girl be the only one wet I do it so deep, in fact they call me hot boy Yeah hot boy, hot boy, hot boy Hot boy, hot boy Hot boy, hot boy I get the keys to your domain, turn around Make my motherfuckin feet wet [Bridge] What do you mean you ain't never been seen in the hotel? What you mean you ain't never cooked in nothing but dry lard? What you mean you ain't never been seen in the hotel? Oh you mean everything except the suites? What you mean you ain't never left the hotel? Oh you mean the coat rack and the legs that sleep up under your thighs? What you mean you ain't never runnin' out of things to put in your mouth? [Outro] Oh you think it's dad that you storming your house? You think it's Mike, now apologize for it. You think it's dad that you storming your house? You think it's dad that you storming your house? You think it's dad that you storming your house? You think it's dad that you storming your house? You think it's dad that you storming your house ======================================== SAMPLE 46 ======================================== And a) see those without a crew seek out the heavens And result in buildin some fire then start to parade You're gonna or grimaldiJohnnyAmbition is the Krylon A} Artist: Andre Nickatina Album: Booty Star: Glock Tawk Song: area six Typed by: AZ Lyrics Fill 'em up ma, before we hit the streets From Hollywood to Kissena, we ain't gon sugar coat Fill 'em up, fill 'em up, fill 'em up! It's Big Chris with some thirds, Chea dee-arella C internet MC's to the A.C. Wherever you are, p- Warwick Davis And your entourage, keep it busy, oh Fill 'em up, fill 'em up, fill 'em up! Fill 'em up, fill 'em up, fill 'em up! Fill 'em up, fill 'em up, fill 'em up! Fill 'em up, fill 'em up, fill 'em up! Fill 'em up, fill 'em up You ain't ever been tall, girl You wanna get with me I'll take you far Then she cryt she cryt, she think she deserve it You ain't ever been afraid, to let a nigga know You a about as scared as them So come on, baby, tell me where the fuck There's no one home if you ain't got my Ward, Girl If you ain't got my Ward, Where the fuck is that motha fuck Where the fuck is that motha fuck Where the fuck is that motha fuck Where the fuck is that motha fuck? Where the fuck is that motha fuck [3MG] If you want it, I have it Come and fuck with the most wanted Selling most pussy I'm letting you know I'm the type who gets the pussy I ain't being rude, I make a mockery of you hoes You'll fuck me just fine I promise, you'll forget a nigga in a pillow If I put you in your place You'll be sliding on your piece I'll do anything, I'm letting you know I'm the most wanted, I can do with you Hit the pussy then run around my house with the flash on If you keep talking, we amped that we ran away But I need your body, I can do anything that you want I can get behind your heart, I can penetrate inside your brain Steroids and hypnotist, I'm about to drive a harley right to the sky I screetch with my head down, a hole in the head I feel sick, just outside of sight Do my ghetto what Addidas sell I'm too authentic, I'm too plumax I'm smoking too many lungs now I'm singing suicide song I sitting in your town hall, member of the community Oh my lord, my friend, my Messiah Thank the Lord for blessing me and my P.D. Heady I am in the struggle, hustling, I'm just trying to feed my family And I just got my second child, no father The fatherless child, not by a matter of lines But by a subject, these choke down motherfuckers like Tell me where should I focus my focus My next on to be next rest of my life My fist around the corner, I say this again Daddy's new around the corner, another bottle left My head pop, I'm juggling this bottle in my mouth I put my shades on, I know it's my baby boy Butter flying all over me, I know it's my baby boy woo [Addidas] As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I feel a tidal wave screaming in my body A blast that wash all my boundaries apart I'm demanding that you listen to what I tell you I'm a ghost, but you haunt me like a ghost in a dream Your soul I trail in a machine thatames A hands that as I chase that soul along Aural moments of clarity As we leave our stargaze My chest cries for help I'm turning, I'm turning blue Can't see how I'm not seeing A fight from both of my eyes Tears run from my brain As I re-enter this black hole I just want to take you home Take you home Give you no explanation Can you hear the pain? We can't have no pus-tainin' peace of mind A new birth79 There may be pain that I can't live with There ======================================== SAMPLE 47 ======================================== Don How Spaceks Backtrack (Eat Box) Q. you thought we ain't told you? FED timers, cops gotta kick that ass We gotasers, considered armed robberies Never alert when they see us coming Never learn, never take the time to practice So before you start this shit don't start over It's quick, you'll end up with an N critical Should've watched your step, did you ever consider what she could do Don't start getting freaky or acting scared Or should I say I'm kinda sure? If he in front of a mirror should I slap his ass? [Chorus] Turn away, don't look at me Bag your bags, get out the way Bag your bags, get out the way Just pull up yourrams, we made it Just pull up your bags, we made it Just pull up your bags, we made it [Verse 2: Jolly Figg] He a three alarm game He at the door losing blitzes Watch the title on the hop iors you can hop on but you can't land safteys get tripple like pigeons Or theyortungrafits turn on VS They bringing scorpion pictures And rhymes with strong triggas Fuck it, it's on again The yearbook picture Might as well go pledge with Saturn That's my picture, picture Picture, every action Hold action for an eternity Can't slow us down, it's the law Harikaris cost 80 shillings For every state that legalize the pimpin' (ool) The US got the dope he ain't leavin' with (ool) Counted the cash in a hooptie, I'm raisin' the razzi I'm shootin' a fuckin' shot, 'less you squeal with your pistol Don't make him see a fear in his heart, make sure you bitch ass friends K.K.A. the number one motherfuckers You get your shit burst when you pass out on the floor You're about two-point-five to your heart, you heard me The shooter threat I make sure to your head, your money and your hoes While I'm rollin' on the beach, you're sittin' on them wave(?) Should've got the (*?) pills, now she know I don't eat with me, that's why she got the frost packs, freeze, freeze on When I slide, don't smoke with me, that's not out shit, the cops are motherisin' me, that's just not cool Sony, Sony shake Sony down 21 Savage, 21 I got the pistol on my hip, cold blooded, I'm cold blooded if I'm not taking drugs, I'm motherfucking doin' drugs 21 Gang niggas, all up in the club rock shit up in the club, watch who fuckin' move around, that's on me watch who fuckin' move around, that's on me Hit the bitch with the club shots, all up in her fuckin' hip that's on me, that's on me, that's on me This 30 motherfuckers need to get their minds right This 30 bitch got a twist - see a dope bitch, cook up and burn your wrist Her name is Sweetie Sugar, don't ever call her name Trouble If you ain't your own do you get mad and start to pound up on me See this cold world for everything that's on you like a motherfucking hot girl with the coldest heart But I'm Trouble again, cause this bitch havin' love for me And motherfucking Trouble is gone - but I'm on my motherfuckin' nerves now Man I'm out of this world, I'm gone I'm out of this world, I'm gone So fuck the Bullshit, I'm A To S Compromise And I swear to keep this pistol for niggas who shoot shit Nigga fuck the parkin', I'm gone Artist: 21 Savage Album: Issa Album Song: Bad to Be Free Typed by: AZ Lyrics you be wanttin, I'm tryin to get you, you cryin cryin baby, I'm tryin to have, everything I ever wanted you be a dime, I fuck them no matter what they wanna do you be jealous, you talkin love and get stomped you be try to change your life, but they won't listen you be on your own shit, and that's bullshit you be stressing over dough, sittin insecular and you ======================================== SAMPLE 48 ======================================== students Some have never heard of us (Chorus) 2X *Hook as read to fade* Artist: Beelow Album: Ballaholic Song: Hoes On Me Typed by: ***@***.*** [Chorus] I let em know I let em know I let em know I let em know I let em know From the streets Ain't no need to say it twice I let these girls know These girls ain't treat me like a little somethin' Them dogs ain't run up on no money Them clothes no muthafuckin' better dress Toet sittin' too, make slut face Make slut cry make allucker cry Tell her number, I'll be at your house When I pull your dog up by the car [Verse 1] I let the top down in the Hummer HA, BODY SO FUCK DABbs of wood Hit the ground then I jump up in it sway Feel good, happy toFF No strings attached, bitch, I'm VERSE 8 A few jacks, I plays the cuts Shorty got it from her momma Everythang... rich lifestyle, rich girl Fuck you... let's sit, what Ass ain't free, on the floor Walk around like a baller, sit around Don't apologize, sit around, what You want a playa, sit around So learn to behave, eh, listen to my probation Police can be men park like Don Blay-un They don't like the look in your eyes, your nose hurt You can smell my Ego like I need coke Get caught up in the rat race In the smog, lead em steady But don't let the coat trap on you, cause it's gone I build her up more steady, I keep her in the laying trap You need to learn abody? Just do it Baby, the rhythm is the same Still the same rhythm, gotta respect the raps And don't turn a late night to a thank the creator [Chorus] I let the boogie bang I let the boogie bang [Verse 2] I let the top down Laid back with my feet up No running from the 4-4 The bum don't know what's goin' on Its' still livin' dream else I wouldn't be at home Abandin' with the crew I let the souls of the anacondas Swerve in theagon with the loaded gun I pour out the potion to turn me on These imps poison pill and they all played me These imps poison and they all fucked me These imps poison and they all fucked me These imps poison and they all smelt Soy credo chicks love it when we smell We're the niggas with the nine automatic we'll lay a bitch We bust big toys at cats and even cops Made our way from the laddy to the laddy I got the ol' girl and sexy shorty You'se a CUNT!!!! Artist: Ab-Soul Album: Universal Concussion Song: Gigatail Typed by: ***@***.*** [Intro] Gigatilla [Verse 1] Gigatilla... Survual, miracle reaction Keep it uptown and in your carry on, (???), since lapo chewing like (??), fucking with (??) Your team Dominican, the hungry shit want lo cup P mockery and hate sipper, rob the broccolini Ergo me, my lil' rida could dealin' and get skippy If you lirty, eat cita Be aware of the maniac in town, word circus which is the label that supply the correct Maths on the streets Ask anybody in town, Gigappy I get money like a nigga do, and get lit like gimos But do it till I blow like spliffs in the air Quote: If I don't win, I don't win If I don't come, I don't plan to shit loss So I gon' keep it on the low-low, Low-Low In the low-low, in the low-low In the low-low, in the low-low [Chorus] If I don't make it, I don't make it Pull a t, than I'ma save that bitch ======================================== SAMPLE 49 ======================================== get heart attack Can't sleep, can't eat, can't sleep Met a lot of people, met me a while ago These are the people who love me These are the people who I love So I guess maybe, I'm lucky, hey! I can't complain, I have not yet been loyal Worked my pole, play my lap Check out how far did I have to go All in my mind was grind, honor, earn my keep Started by making that cash, balling hard in the sunshine Spreading my seed for his benefit Can't sleep, paxel conscious AAHH, I had to die for my folks Protect myself when trouble an tempt me Protect myself when it come to my folks [Chorus] Be With Your Chopper Boy Livin' with my folks Only got a little slice of the pie Be With Your Chopper Boy Bitch I don't think you understand Came from the mother{shit} I ain't with the blues no more Bitch you wanna know my age?? On my momma yea yea I'm out the door My daddy gone for good but I'm still young Got my daddy gone suck a fucking fool Bitch I ain't really lost, so much love for my soul Cheech & Chong will never fold Big bark for real I be rolling drunk Bitch I'm on the late night like I'm used to this Bitch i put my dope in the air I'm just a litre of weed when the police gon pull me over For getting busted I don't do much act natural On a dub dezzy shit straight ridiculous I'll be fucking that girl down to her thong I'm colder than a car payment I just beat the case at the admiralty I'm better than the best clutching pearls before their thighs I'm better than the navy with a VACUUM of blinging I have his lady begging for a story in the CLINIC I've been to the same school now I'm making olv chambers Pumping up the Gordy then I'm bracing for impact I can still hear them screaming in the back of my mind The necklace laces they're scum in the slamskin I roam like a SCUD in a cheetah crown Walk through the dark Jose bolomba I'm a walking meditation on these trinity altruistic couple's that meditate by the rivers So I skip to the auction and had the bitches head on ya And when they decided to tear up my house I had to tell them That you was specialy and I wasn't about to lose That everypered was made to salute the whores and go out to make haters quit Damn, had a bunch of niggas feeling me on the vinyl My shit is still selling and I look good in them bricks So let a nigga make you bite the bat and eat my shit Are you listening Hell no, you can't even say you paid to get you this dude Guess what, girl you need to feel me on the underground And if you do, I might just move your seat back Conversation with my dick all type of feelin this song It might just be a little somethin [Chorus] & I'll make you feel like a king rule & I'll make you feel like a king rule & I'll make you feel like a king rule & I'll make you feel like a king rule & I'll make you feel like a king rule I'll make you feel (I might just) Fuck around and make you feel the way I do (Lord) Take my time cause I'm on mine (I mean this) I was afraid I would pull (fuck around) This what I say? (I mean this) I know you're wondering right now (right here) I do this all night All night All night All night I'll make you feel like a king rule I know you're wondering right now (right here) I do this all night All night All night I'll make you feel like a king rule I'll make you feel (I know that) Fuck around and make you feel the way I do (I know that) Take my time cause I'm on mine (I know that) I was afraid I would pull (fuck around) This what I say? (I mean this) I know you're wondering right now (now) I do this all night All night All night I'll make you feel like a king rule Artist: August Alsina f/ Trinidad James Album ======================================== SAMPLE 50 ======================================== as a matter of fact When people get little attention, I just smile and play Watch Juiciest hit the market While you on in the next Benz Get your mind right, while you still living Picture me & pops come home, late one night Same time Iurgore Same gear I was selling in the park Now my swagger fluent Can be beating back of the head if you want [Chorus] [Verse 2: O.C.] Counting money only made for fun Cumming down from mopping the top of the bowl To grabbing my swagger from behind my back Selling condoms in the kitchen While working me hard out in the parking lot Saturday morning, mixing drinks up with the crew Trees I was leaning, swanging dodging shots Throwers hanging out the window Dipping like, What if I'm breaking the whip? The whip came with Mickey at the scene Hopped in the car, beat down on the twins Mickey, talks like a pimp, hands everywhere I push The whip came with 8 balls, rocks all around you Looks like, The whip came with 8 balls, rocks all around you Artist: Big Steve aka Granpappy Mafioso Album: Sinister 12" Song: 5 Starcing Typed by: ***@***.*** [Verse 1] Yea..flames Fresh from the school, smart as hell Tatra style on the throttle Smooth like the breeze Think I'm vacationing Doing week to week Staying bent Never let these hoes change me Lexus style How I do Nigga flexed on em Feeling like a young B.G. Can you handle the brick and the hammer Cap-ass, 6 pack got the trunk split cut the front and rear bumper flexing the front bumper achin Got the cams draggin Giving up the cash Giving up the swag Giving up the swag Getting crazy dollars Sending fags Sending fags Breaking hoes and cheating Breaking rules, and I'm swerving on the away train (Chorus) Falling on a silly Complaining I get the doe and the contacts hold on Tell 'em [Verse 2] It's the Rola then the Ferragamo Pilot me Rover, me a pumps puppet serve til I die, tell me what the fuck you wanna do Lumie man, nothing's gon' come between me and my books Ya'll lames, lames you lames, your girlfriends Ya'll just playa hate in the streets cause you want the drama I'm knowing you gon' be whatever your mouth is anything your momma name anything you done to get girl I'm bench Gs thats my jam I'm allergic to broke so Im allergic to g's I end up pulling more honey than broke kid When you crush this I'mma fuck this, Imma xylophone like Lucy Throwing my babies on the caravan, screaming (Chorus) Falling on a silly Complaining I get the doe and the swag Giving up the swag Getting crazy dollars Sending fags Sending fags Breaking hoes and cheating Breaking rules, and I'm swerving on the away train [Verse 3] Splurge baby, squeeze baby keep going Get ya filly low when the car show Roll some yola in aqueertos, no hay fola Blue jeans, red tiaras Carmen Sandiego, Puerto Rican Ever brown boots,ochetgno to the pound Nigga I'm bad, nigga I got a gat Pulling them swangas, they bifocio Front them wop niggas and blow mo mo Now how the fuck you gon' pay for that stuff? You can catch me downtown yelling bam bambam Profit is big business, on a boat on a lake in the middle of H2 And po eyes like Camacho Catch me out at night, in the hills of Jamaica With mo nigga respeito [Chorus] Falling on a silly Complaining I get the doe and the swag Giving up the swag Getting crazy dollars Sending fags Sending fags Breaking hoes and cheating cing, and I'm swerving on the [Hook] The other night I was ineca Back massages, rexxx ======================================== SAMPLE 51 ======================================== natural fabrics, rugged and raw Best believe it�s 11:35 in the evening She's ready for the sun to come up Best believe it�s dawning when she hit the trail She found 40 pounds in a plastic bag at the trail station Now best believe she�s grown and sophisticated Man bottled up in the beard of a visionary She decided that she wants to open a Safeway With as little options as she could lookin' in As little as ten minutes before the sun start to shine Whatever she had to do, she couldn�t look her twice She�d a walk along a desert terrain Her mama told her to make good time as she hopped Looking for a brand new car when she got her first pair So she decided that she'd ride out to massage Intently into all the colors in the mall along with Money and good friends clothes A short conversation, which brought a loud explosion Y�all is bammering and chilling Hello, who is this? It's my main man Vince He�s been whacking his socks I heard you're dropping your babies I love you" It�s some miscommunication A re-communication A re-communication Is he blowing mustard Is she sipping nothing? Is she derving? Is she great? Is she great? Is she perfect? Don't tell me and I won't receive love Hook (Les) Don�t be so surprised When you find out my name Les Don�t be so surprised When you find out my name Gilly Gilly Artist: Les Album: ExitWabin Vol. 1 Song: I Hold Da Lights Typed by: ***@***.*** If you get too close, you can�t tell me where you're gettin' shot Or I would never put you in that cage If I get too close, you can�t tell me where you're gettin my family And they�ll be right back Thought I forgot about you Took your place,� you and Angel Got to get, whatever you want And when you walked out the club, you�t tryin' to hide Like Martin said, Never let me see you cryin' And if I�m really down, I think I can suites and get some showers I�m a G and I ain�t gotta lie, Got nothing to prove, go ahead and go get your roll Thought I played you like a games kinda ass With these games of suicide Now I can feel the hate and the tragedy But I can't let it burn my way out I better get a hold of myself Get a hold of yourself Get a hold of yourself If I had a nickel for every ten times that I lost I would buy a ticket to anywhere your sister came Nah, that ain't going to work no more Unless that's a mental health facility Or a crib you probably never went to Yeah that's what some people say But it�s all in the nature of the credit But I won't remember you being single Unless you tied to your own pockets I won't let the credit card forget it's earnings I ain�t the type to let a spirit cry You want happiness now, miss Maybe spend the night in a dream Matisy banner You better take it with me Thought I forgot about you Took your place,� you and Angel Got to get, whatever you want And when you walk out the club, you�t tryin' to hide Like Martin said, Never let me see you cryin' And if I�m really down, I think I can�t miss you You are like a flame I can burn On that true street When the rocks are cool And when the nuts are soft Light from the shade Indecorate your face And warm up your drink And light up your cup And if you need anything, you can get it right here Thought I forgot about you Took your place,� you and Angel Got to get, whatever you want And when you walk out the club, you�t surely to giddy Like Martin did And if I had a penny for your thoughts, I would buy you Prada shoes But when it came out that you had cheated You were ashamed of your actions And now you wish you could hide it You can't just hide chrome, you gotta put it on All it takes is your mastery of your own fortune ======================================== SAMPLE 52 ======================================== Motherfuck a electricity bill "End of the Night" Ain't no us got no money Han Solo in the Star Wars I hate to spend cash, but I can't complain Everyday I'm freer than I've ever been before "Exacute interest" <- Arsonists I wake up sayin' "Bitch, what you got isblighted up" lasses, new pair deodorant, I'm always at work One arm operation with about a month to burn Blow the cookies, hold my dick while I spread em all on the bed Standin' at the Holiday Inn with a big steaks She makin' love to the company I'm who I am I'm tar pits in silk sheets that she flauntin' Smokin' red best believe it money soon deside Young woman in her home sweet talk Fell in, notice the girl Iaged, steppin' in her face Seen her friend from a distance, giv her the head Come home post it up, filly didn't know bitch, so I knew [Chorus] [Verse 2: Geum Wyld] Bitch get in my face, I'm geeking like a fever She geeking, I put a ring on her toe I'm just trying to get these bills paid Is this thing on? And if not, I'm trying to kick it in the kitchen, cuz I'm geeking [Verse 2: Danny Brown] Becky got me going crazy And I love it when I'm poking When I step up in the club and this chick knock em Girl you lucky you need to be shaking And when I'm hittin' that machine, girl shake that When I'm in town you know I be starting toossom Girl you lucky toa, early this morning Did a little version of "Who Wanna Do That" When it comes to keeping her clothes on, she don't even pay me Cherry red and carrots, panties and panties If a drink had a sugar inside it, I'd probably take it But even the cost of a drink is too high to throw it Cows jump over shopping carts to pick up a pad And when I need a new housepape, no baby, I bring a kitten [Chorus] Artist: Beenie Man Album: Queens 1 (Mixtape) Song: Eggs On The Cup 1 Typed by: AZ Lyrics Mi hear dem have a chance of me a cess Satcha Jah! so yuh a cut me up like a rug snake From yuh mek ho style yuh panic Dem a go panic Mi hear dem have a chance of me a cess Away from the club, a straight menace Mi hear dem have a chance of me a cess Rape, rape, rape, rape Mi have a baby and weh yuh a get dread Another one mi have a danger of stress Mi have a hotter odor and worse health And dem a talk bout mi jah a gwaan Mi hear dem have a chance of me a cess Sing seh a song, jah a song Mi mek a sunburn and go fi a flare Nuh weh mi start a mine like brandy Gyal fi stop stop watch fi panic And dem a talk bout mi have a chance of me a cess Sere mi is proud like mi cinderella Dem nah run but a planned emergency Mi hear dem have a chance of me a cess Sere mi is proud like mi cinderella Dem nah run but a planned emergency Mi hear dem have a chance of me a cess Sing seh a song Mi hear dem have a chance of me a potty Have a travel plane, musshorn, and a travel bed Nuh need Ufo like a sail bow And mi hear dem have a chance of me a potty And mi hear dem have a chance of me a drain And mi hear dem have a Chance inna mi sky Gyal yahwash mi, moan mi nuh ji gimme a chaka Gyal come kiss yo frame, kiss yo lips Meaganawtta, listen why yuh stare Mi footstool bait, mi work a pon Yuh have me goin shi wanted fi own a chaka [Chorus] Mi hear mi come clown mi door Dem a scream sich pon mi heart Mi hear seh yo come walk wid mi house Mi pet dem forever apart Mi hear seh yo want yo just a bye bye Mi hear ======================================== SAMPLE 53 ======================================== age spit genre trail that I'm victinating Wellington Sports Club has the arrangements I'm gasping for a light (Hello!) This is locked in a winter time regime Feel the hush today Came forth a year ago by way of Juanita Myries You were my lady, heaven sent angel Star Gem I, you Angelique Like you, I'm just like you, I'm just like you Darker Holiday Inn 12 o'clock In the Mellow world O'clock O'clock O'clock O'clock...(2 o'clock, 2 o'clock) Artist: Angel Haze Album: Dirty Gold Song: Rose-Tinted Suicide Typed by: AZ Lyrics You're the shade of the saddest December Rose colored petals that tragically wither With my tongue on the thighs of a sinner And I keep praying father forgive us And I come back to you for redemption Til I feel you rise up inside Til you best get up out of this stressful Jot it in your journal I, I, I, I, typin' in the dark ): On the dark cobble Rose colored passion ): Fill my eyes with shadows To the chandelierazzo and the champagne sizzling And the kush is golden and it smells so heavenly Jas Mace in command I'm pulling up stairs You know the deck is heavy ): bridges are rarely larded Even the light is sometimes left in an awkward place You can find me in the club getting loose ): clouds are getting lifted : we're duelinglectrical (Yeah) ): I'm polishing (Yeah, I guess it's theacity) My rhyme's aerodynamic ): bridges are getting lifted : we're duelinglectrical You're the shade of the saddest December Rose colored petals that tragically wither With my tongue on the thighs of a sinner And I keep praying You're the shade of the saddest December Rose colored petals that tragically wither With my tongue on the thighs of a sinner And I keep praying You're the shade of the saddest December Rose colored passion ): Fill my eyes To the chandeliers and the champagne sipping And the kush is golden and it smells so heavenly Jas Mace: clouds are getting lifted : we're duelinglectrical (Yeah) ): I'm checking the flows : we're duelinglectrical (Yeah) You're the shade of the saddest December Rose-tinted modern day Degrim ): you're the shade of the saddest December Rose-tinted modern day Degrim ): you're the shade of the saddest December Rose-tinted modern day Degrim ): you're the shade of the saddest December Rose-tinted modern day Degrim ): you're the shade of the saddest December Your eyes are wide open You can see the brainstorming and brainstorming iting Illuminate the face of fear with healing powers Pinpointiro drums till the melodies come I'm floating lily now I can't aminate the beautiful things I've received I'm nothing like the next man When I'm on the sea of memories Do my tears flow? When I'm on the ground See the white lightning and my white savior Used to live in the frozen age when everyone just stared I should have died last, I should have been easy I should have been next to nobody Did I really died, I would have been forgotten Paint flows that breathe from snow Electricity that flows through my veins And I need to enter to stay alive And I remember the people I'll greet All the places that they will find If you close your eyes you will only speak A prayer for all the hurting words And a promise to get it back before it's too late Now I'm living in the flames of Hell Driving down the street, with tears in my eyes Someone has to bury the flame But the snake is creeping in every house Drinking to bye up, never know when the day comes I'd rather be plotting in a under middle Down the street, with a groupies crew And not in a fake mafia Instead of breaking into the brothel Thinking about me as if I was youré You know my face and tone, you know me better That's why I always wear a smile Cause the people in the future know my words are�� not(?) yours I'd like to leave on ======================================== SAMPLE 54 ======================================== standing any more In strapped jeans over a suit made of porcelain [Twin Gambino] I'm awfully Gambino, you ain't evil But your left eye flicker if you look right through me Mad guns pop up like it's a new gun I'm gifted Though you ain't that tough, takin off clothes Give the kid head, make him act rough Rock a cat inside out, make cats break out That's what I like to call "dog-popping" Artist: 4th Avenue Jones f/ Psych.Gang Album: Pub Star: The Untold Story Volume 1 Song: Nine to the fifteen Typed by: ***@***.*** Four years went past When I called her a nigga of seventeen She was in the form of a machine A teenage girl who loved to fake To little girls like you Your love was jiggable, sweet and lovable But for her it was a captivity Her parents had me murdered and her mother had me kept In jail Foster's where she was slanging rocks at the Shack And now she's thank to the world (you know) What a fantastic sister back with a world tour And plus I rock her down for her glee You can't run from a nigga like Kruger She's quick to point and collect Before a hoe verse I've had it subroutine She's quick to point and collect Before a nigga verse I've had it subroutine She's quick to point and collect (Chorus) Four to five O, STD and AMG Yeah yeah, they be show me love And I can't wait to drop it to her And through the parking lot at a bigomed club On a night when she was hottest She was off at the rear and I was off at the door On a... (break) [Spen�ller] Pockets all stinch free She was off V's when she sparked And I treated her like a chinchilla Diamonds all green from head to head Precious bitches, make me hungry dogs High as hell smoking space rock Stutter daughters, got a brain that could fry 'em I was pitching blunts so thick That I left a Cutlass in the air When a bitch in the Cutlass know I pull of gats To bust in, where the bitches at [Chorus] [4th Ward Weebie] Hot damn, I'm on the map, a dollar countin' In these six-fo' four I am a teenage hoe Sippin' hypnotism, doin' the Sky Blue Flexin' down an ounce Nigga I'm about to get high That's how the cards be dealt Meet and fuck you bitch, don't have my last name On the campaign, shake your bitches and pull your bitches know After this, we can do the damn thing Bitches screams in hoes throat If I'm in a shootout, I'm always poppin' drugs If it ain't gangsta, it ain't street" That's how the cards be dealt (1/2 sec.) (Sheeit until knuckles around necklace) [Runnin' through the record] Yeah, them are some strong words The words mean everything Hit em with oogs word after word Apohode, we got that smell on We got that feel on Do the damn thing, you don't want none of this Oh, we.. don't want none of this Oh yeah, we.. don't want none of this [Kurupt] I am on and I am all alone I can't q Gap oricator I can feel the streets, I can't explain If it ain't a game, it ain't my scene It's none of my business, its just the night If you ain't got turn the lights down, they ain't budgin' Them girls bechin' They want a piece of mine I don't mind if they turn and fight Same time I grew up, fuckin' up to get it Been to the corner house rockin' Hooked up phone chasin' (anyway) Bitch next door, seen you next door Where the hoes? whooped your door Where them bitches at? whooped my door Been had to deal with all of these All of these, fuck what you thought before I'ma kick it with my click and gettin' all of my ======================================== SAMPLE 55 ======================================== eddones Watch me with my mic go Watch me with my mic go Watch me with my mic go Watch me with my mic go One, two, three fuckin' rappers Watch me with my mic go Watch me with my mic go Watch me One, two, three fuckin' rappers Watch me Watch me with my mic go Watch me with my mic go Watch me with my mic go Go stupid Hahahaha Artist: 6lack Album: Just in case an tear may hit your window Song: Just in case Typed by: Cno Evil [6LACK & Khalid] In case you didn't know, check it This is the Shock to your dome Cause I can't stand this rap shit And in honestly, the world As long as they let me rock I'm gon continue to drop and I'm gon keep droppin If ever my dome wants to come down And the whole fuckin rap game wanna start a war Oh, the First couldn't stand cuz I Took over with the function Word to a bitch whose name I forgot I used to act tough Bad influence in my city can't erase it Even when I wanna just wipe it off It's like they hold me down with a deuce deuce And when I get the fuck outta jail I gotta keep it crunk in my city And always seems like this doin the most [6LACK & Khalid] In case you didn't know, check it This is the Shock to your dome Cause I can't stand cuz I Don't got no time to be fuckin' with you That's my word You heard me, I ain't talkin' 4pac I probably have more words than Baby dancin' to be losin' your fans As if I were sleepin' with some sleepin' freaks That's like Little mama With your sexy vocals And your big fat tits That's my heroes, check it [6LACK & Khalid] In case you didn't know, wait This is the Shock to your dome Cause I can't seem to find a way To get through this court This is the Shock to your dome Because I'm Force This is the Shock to your dome Because I'm Force This is the Shock to your dome Artist: 6lack Album: Don't Take This Too serious Song: Nothing But A Statement Typed by: ***@***.*** It's so hard, just tryin' to survive on the fast track road Eight years in 86', fuckin' with them late nights So I had to make hits, grind, get my mail Started off a real long line, was named Fly People I'm from the land of the money and the money While niggas talk a lot like it's something that we allCreated-Wor-il I made it to the top, lookin' for anotherapo Now there some kids livin' in the underground Who again show and prove, that the real ain't lie I'm glad you made it past the doubt Now we can do what we wanna do, make our sounds And when you score, remember what you say Be a man and live by the principle of the 6lack [Hook] I'm in support of the whole, with my gold teeth and my gold moon shoes Support the pride of the brown-white-and-washed wives Support the flock that's cryin' of the sinner The champions The champions [6LACK] So much, wear my name, heart's all sweaty Can't talk just float with the white women Who lost everything, I'm still the host I'm shorty30 and sometimes I can't speak I'm a study graffiti and write about myself I'm a mother of three, ain't shit changed but still I'm still the same (This one's for everybody) This is my story, about a gun, heh This is my life, about a black man and her woman And this is my life to you, one love, we love you Love you, we show you Do you show you, we show you Sing about the Chevy through the radio, ba-da-da-beee I just wannaSing about the whole k-oh Sing about the hood in the over seat Anybody that's live by, I'ma show you I'ma keep it real to this, I'ma keep it real to this ======================================== SAMPLE 56 ======================================== arity, lack of blood, live by the code, cry by the passion And I leverage every freedom on this planet brings And then I design my philosophy from Scattered Nation---clap pictures Some are violent, some areators Get used to, some are old and died right in front of you So stop watching your young flesh, 'fore they get slaughtered by the state The truth is, they're all concellables, invented by the dodgers So watch your little sweet like babies,lest you ever sneak up on them Some of them, some are considered more important than you are So are the incredible, science that you are blessed with The hope is that while they're gulping, they realize it's in they DNA And realize they'll need you to be as stupid as you and them. [Chorus] The children of the night, out of here, come into focus Let the sun hit the roofs of your city, bars and whores Offices laid, of wasted years of my life The roads, they never seen, let alone been seen The wizarding out of the brains of a lost soul Won't you listen, I speak the words through your speaker The people say, that we're all in the same basket And that too is a lie, ya fear shouldn't bling everything I seen the intimate rhythm, rhythm, passion, passion [Verse 2: Prodigy] We not just local, world wide, replacin' the art Live in your live, but grow repetitive, cuz life done fast It's nice trunnectin' to the smooth groove king Didn't even light that spirit, when I cop What's the rush, shake your ass to the hip to start Burpin' the party, I'm commited, heed the calls Gotta go get it, I'm facin' a plan Make sure the whole world know, that Geezy never missing First joint over, I'm a take ya to the moon Play the mansion, the pool and the ocean Then get some hoes, so I can blow some more This is guaranteed, for you and my niggas in the mansion Baller start runnin' shit, end up in the penat' This 18 with the shooter, changed the game The way I be I'm sick y'all, I give a fuck bout what you say Don't fuck with me, I'm thorough like a horse Yeah, I'm thorough, I'm back wit my pedal Go ahead and press fuck you, ya'll a lie I ain't lyin', you just alcohol and drugs I'm straight from the streets and where the bros be, tell them other niggas I'm straight from the hood, so these fucking niggas don't care I'm straight from the kiss, tell em theidas is my on First of all it's on, get these niggas out here Act like you want, you never did shit to me I'll start get hate, go ahead and speak to me But I got to dust you, throw in the towel wit iron in my face Get the picture, I keep it full speed I snatch your bitch and take my deal This ain't no game, play a buster and watch me tear you with a dunce I'm cuffin' my dogs, quick to throw government down Fuck you too, you soft as a icebox I'll do you, so motherfuck your feelings Cause I'm on the grind, a factor that I'm never gonna forget So tell your girls the baby daddy ain't cute The baby daddy ain't serious, never drought, never died So tell my homies to kick in the do', I call air strikes Bitch, I'm at your door, sell ya pussy, expose you to the steel I got you open, I got you closed So it's goin' down, we can do this shit a million ways First of all, I'ma tell ya somethin' Second of all, I'ma tell ya Don't jump in the closet, if the glove in the closet That's fake, so don't suga grab a mother.... [Chorus] [Verse 3: Bullet] Homie you talkin' alligators, bulletproof vests You beggin' me to leave my drawls on flames If the gator had a mouth, I'd let it spray I was�ing, getting money in the streets When I burst, it leaves a hole in ya chest Niggas ain't ate, niggas bare I seen you at the court, you still can't punch I be in the skirt, you wack and wanna sweat You can ======================================== SAMPLE 57 ======================================== 'Cause you wanna have fun and so you mealin' on me You seen I ROAR back to back while you fronted on pattlin' me And now I'm SENT off the diet to get back to your minimum wage Gotta send my boys to the new minimum wage That's on my mind, gives me G-fresh Keep my car with six hundred Keep my game stupid smooth no bad eye On the sidelines I'm a G like Bobby Hurley If the Red Sox win the award I'll see the whole world throw my {?} [Hook - Gilly] When I pull up at the mall with bling bling Tell my goons that I'm in town When I fly by the game you don't believe me When I pull up at the mall with bling bling Tell my goons that I'm in town (uhh) When I fly by the game you don't believe me {?} When I pull up at the mall with bling bling Tell my goons that I'm in town When I pull up at the mall with bling bling Tell my goons that I'm in town (uhh) When I pull up at the mall with bling bling [Verse 4 - B.G.] Mischief of thought, a player don't operate At levels we are going to have it none other than God These thangs, they're trash and they're griefless Never same, my goons'll find you somewhere else These thangs, they're busters, they get you on the front page Shit, they let you stay in, you ain't never gone stunt I've seen the game change, have you retarted in a month, my crew will shine, the game been fakin We put in work, our time will be quicker than time in the year Take it from a brother, kept it real since birth [Hook - Gilly] When I pull up at the mall with bling bling Tell my goons that I'm in town When I pull up at the mall with bling bling Tell my goons that I'm in town (uhh) When I pull up at the mall with bling bling Tell my goons that I'm in town When I pull up at the mall with bling bling Tell my goons that I'm in town [Bridge - B.G.] When I pull up at the mall with bling bling Tell my goons that I'm in town When I pull up at the mall with bling bling Tell my goons that I'm in town When I pull up at the mall with bling bling Tell my goons that I'm in town Artist: B.G. Album: Checkmate Song: To My People Typed by: ***@***.*** [B.G.] To my peoples, I say another day, another day I'm tryin to get this paper more than I'm doin It's still to your face deterarately watchin all the fightrous people laughin Go arr H.B.s and smoke hydros The only thing I'm walkin with is the heart gall BOOM BURN BANG! On chrome, now I'm standin in the clum blemish BOOM BURN BANG! On chrome, now I'm standin in the clum blemish Wearin a shirt with the words "No Bodies On It" Doin dirt nigga, that's my brotha You know it's killin and I don't...) Chorus: When I got the good hit you right or you get the wrong hit When I got the real bad, hit you right or you get the wrong hit oooooh!!!! Artist: B.G. Album: Checkmate Song: You Know Typed by: ***@***.*** [B.G.] Man, this shit is crazy A little deez or two before the orgee In a Cadillac on dubs With my partner Tony G. Man let's get these hoes in the V12 From Pomona,ona To Arizona To Arizona To Arizona We gettin' this shit head on Fuck the Grammy's This shit's for the Con Edison With the head lights on But you can't see me 'til you watch me do it (Hook-2x [B.G ======================================== SAMPLE 58 ======================================== verse Promethazine, rubbing his dungarees Hence the jewel in his hand which he kept Back in the day [Chorus: Cuts by DJ Jayceooh] "Who is that?" Artist: Akbar Album: Big Bang Boogie Song: Makers Typed by: ***@***.*** [ INTRO ] The brothers from the Oaktown The people's u lovely as I enter UService, niggas stay ready for war I got em shawty straight wobbling that ass I keep em shaking it so good I can feel ya If you can't wobble like the rest of em Shit, I'm out the do', I'm a make em clap quick Wit my mouthpiece movin you off your feet pa I keep my hat pulled low so hard the devil get loose and he wont stop Time to demonstrate from the rear I be dead serious and hard hard face for a casket, just to explode Anyhow [ CHORUS sung ] I can't even get a decent mouth to kiss em I can't even get some decent puns to talk to em [ VERSE 1 ] I heard they mention Tony cause he was good looking Not gonna take these niggas out-ouh-oroth-at-all Not trying to find him, just hang up and ask heaven Nah really, just want to see him smiling All around these here parts, different people sizzle Some say he's laying for heavy weight, I like the flows low but not han funeral before I pass the mic to lord fizzy [ VERSE 2 ] Hold up, hear those elastic caps that you got? Push and shove, always want the whole package But when your didn't know? Afu-Ra drops the rrring, and looks mad this can't be an everlasting Chorus It might not sound like much but it's a nonetheless It might not look like much but it's a nonetheless But I'm gonna make sure it is cause I, I hear these words and I I of you There's a place for us in this world and there's a way to come, I'm a take you there let's make this life a crazy Vuar Let's wreck you mentally so you come correct Then make you come true, here's some'ing you feel in this room, in this room in this room [ CHORUS sung ] [ VERSE 3 ] I really love the way you rock that song The way you do that shuffle stroke The way you do the chorus I don't give a fuck, I'm about to get some There's no one to follow, in this place the only thing that you hear is this sound is this sound so take this and pureered love Let the voiders float free sky's the limit, we're going strong and we're gonna do it every half a moons cause we're about to do it the only thing that I can think of is "what the motherfuck cunts really wanna hear" (It's them muthafuckas gettin stomped!) Aceyalone: Yeah... They never let us pass, so they're starting to stare cause they're start to stare and they're gonna wind up a mess because they're so broke, they got a hole in they head aww, and they wonder why our daddy couldn't have found our way, and because my hood is much nicer Than the streets do, I've been tryin' to serve john "let me take your muthafuckin muthafuckin muthafuckin mouth" Aceyalone: Muthafuckin hood? Hood muthafuckin ? Can't be no muthafuckin hood muthafuckin hood, no Muthafuckin muthafuckin hood muthafuckin Muthafuckin muthafuckin hood muthafuckin hood, yeah Aceyalone: What's the deal baby? You ain't been no muthafuckin kind a muthafuckin menace Ever since we met You don't wanna be disturbed And I think it's clear to see That you're a stupid muthafucka Come on That's about the only thing left for us What do you want from me? You don't want me not to be You don't want me not to be Chorus: repeat 2X ======================================== SAMPLE 59 ======================================== up more than one might think Plan against them one by one [I take off my shoes] They build me up again [They create a situation] But I don't care and I ain't scared of the next man I'm lucky the rent paid no money Respect all the cop-snitches Don't let 'em judge you Better watch the children [They] Better watch the children [They] No let no man But No man But No man But No man But No man But I'm waiting I'm lonely I'm lonely I'm lonely Now I'm talking But I'm talking girl I'm Lone more than that But no no But no I'm lonely Now I'm talking But I'm talking But I'm talking Artist: Bei Maejor Album: Upside Down 2 (Mixtape) Song: Rollin' Typed by: AZ Lyrics I told her jump up in my car And she go berserk like pops got fags And she like bitches that just go where they ain't heard And they're on the floor like a tile And they get money like y'all Go number one like Don King I told her bump 2, up in the trunk And she suck me up and down 11am she wake Got her fucking boyfriend up in the kitchen And he standing by the stove And he fucking it up fast She rolling them bitches up He fucking it up Go for the count Stacking cake it's only for the cake Once again he rolling them bitches up He taking them turns And she rolling them bitches up They ain't never done it before Young nigga take off your skirt Young nigga take off your skirt Do it all again Young nigga take off your skirt Young nigga do it all again Young nigga do it all again Young nigga do it all again Young nigga Skick mi bongo Po ting fi tek mi star Green banna king Poega Andong Green banna stork Green banna sturme Green banna king Young nigga think run Ting mi an snip Young nigga push back Young nigga push back Walk an punch an keanu Slam o di agent ee-e-e Got one in the chamber One out the killas I'm a state nigga I'm a self made man Got one in the circle One out the killas I'm a state nigga I'm a self made man Got one in the circle One out the killas I'm a state Skick mi bongo Po ting fi tek mi star Green banna king Poega Andong Green banna stork Green banna sturme Green banna king Young nigga Think tho Think somethin right Walk an ace Asian anorean anorean Let me see the ting go down An so banna Banna cruise control Banna hab Banna ha in the sack Banna ha rove Banna ha tell a hater Banna ha tell the wolf That it is sheerer than Ooh after that shuv yo Ooh after that shuv yo Skick mi bongo Po ting fi tek mi star Green banna king Poega Andong Green banna stork Green banna sturme Green banna king Young nigga Think tho Think somethin right Walk an ace Asian anorean anorean Let me see the ting go down An banna Banna cruise control Banna hab Banna ha in the sack Banna ha tell a hater Banna ha tell the wolf That it is sheerer than Ooh after that shuv yo Ooh after that shuv yo Artist: Bei Maejor Album: Upside Down 2 (Mixtape) Song: Rollin' Typed by: AZ Lyrics Baby, watch me I got that dope I got frock I'm country queen Check me out Uh, yo Do it When I pull up in that LeBrea de I drive that nice looking coupe Only spending food out the fridge I'm country queen keep it cooking like a king Most she get, not that I get Coupe lac down Only spending money out the front Just pull over Only when I'm at the ======================================== SAMPLE 60 ======================================== phase out Chap kitchens, Count Dracula, DP'd criminal Jean Claude, Decauterators Cutlery glasses, coffee cup, desk I bring it on again [Chorus] I'm back Still mack 'n stack hog Stuffed BMac in my drawers Pocket full of cognac Throw it at your family Another mistake will come with a damn frown I'm a butcher, you a carpenter I'm a cheesecast freak I'm at the sour patch Takin' shorts like a bike path Flames that grew from my mind I search for a fine line You tell a right, I tell a left In the heavens an angel led a disguise But you never knew where you went You walk through the shadow of death climb up on air and float out the frame Like a legend, you want a role model Look in the mirror and what you see is a G oulder replayer, rolling over rusted eyes One rung on myPS says "This kid is special" I'mma keep this shitty path I'm from the South of France The grass grows green Mean weather I might breeze along the sun's rays In the back seat of a bakeries past Just another average lad With an attitude to catch a chill to Protect his shiny rock It's a sad fact That someone like me Just keeps giving down [Chorus] [x4] I'm back Still mack 'n stack hog Stuffed BMac in my drawers Pocket full of cognac Throw it at your family Another mistake will come with a damn frown I'm a butcher, you a carpenter I'm a cheesecast freak I'm at the sour patch Takin' shorts like a bike path Flames that grew from my mind I search for a fine line You tell a right, I tell a left In the heavens an angel gave wings But you never knew where you went You walk through the shadow of death climb up on air and float out the frame Like a legend, you want a role model Look in the mirror and what you see is a G oulder replayer, rolling over rusted eyes One rung on myPS says "This kid is special" I'mma keep this shitty path I'mma keep you pussylisin' Stuffin' out my own little epitaph Who do you think I am? I have nobody to sell me I have to turn around and attack you Inning into the people's home And the frozen, lonely spots where you belong And I chill, hope you now know I'm a hack, so I'll always be [Chorus] [x4] I'm back Still mack 'n stack hog Stuffed BMac in my drawers Pocket full of cognac Throw it at your family Another mistake will come with a damn frown I'mma keep you pussylisin' Stuffin' out my own little epitaph Who do you think I am? I have nobody to sell me I have to turn around and attack you Inning into the people's home And the frozen, lonely spots where you belong And I chill, hope you now know I'm a hack, so I'll always be [Verse Three] I'm a gang banger, danger to myself and others Hottest bitch in the fucking world I ain't never been a chaser Relazier than a motherfucking dentist You'll be switching motherfuckers my Benz is a motherfucking nailaffle Cause I'm a motherfucking blowfish bitch I'll leave you brain tooth red with no dental records My squad car is a boring ass Chevy with a bent ass Hit shorty at the same damn ting Bitch I'm on Glenwood Green Chill three flat and I Dumber than I piss 11 Gunplay came like a fucking Magnum And I have my own tims and a pair of own hand Glocks And I grew up in a motherfuckin booty Bitch I'm a survivor Hustlin city traffic dash game And I came up And I came up [Backbone] It was a hot summer night I done hit the door About to get my game on Came back from jail on apathetic man Stuck out til I got my day job And the next morning, I'm home Because Lil B.O.B, he didn't give a fuck About an chick that was outta jail He fuck with me, so I stay fucking with him Turned the game on em, so I stay hanging with him Since ======================================== SAMPLE 61 ======================================== spending money [Chorus] (Bridge:istas andaz] invitation, invitation (Rhymers, ranchers, wild weather, storms, and Hail, Can you get there?) (Can you get there?) (Ooooooooh) [Verse 2: Tame One] I ain't seen,hes ten times that of your chronologicalupt Along these same routes, people always find themselves involved There's no crime or no crime, crime pays, it pays the upset Just as successful as you try and fail, too bad you reverse that See success is topless, mocked, embarrassed, embarrassed Fuck your process, I ratheronduct of the race, Uncoast Satan I'm rotten as the fuckin' Judas I'm stepping out, Johnny Cochran, man, time to celebrate The first word you said was my name I'm Christopher Wallace, I'm your decimation I'm moralized, blown, ya'll just left behind me I ride for real, it's industry wide, why the fuck is you silence Honestly I wonder, such things as tatoos Being dropped around my neck, it's ananthamian passion I'm the next man standing, cleansing my sins Wise' man, I'm even Wise against all y'all, listeners Let the haps-ons of 2000p's that's ammunition For acting savagely and wind-mated, you's a fool Night-light got twisted, I beleive no one Was listening when I cocked the heartbeat So I set about to shed light, but light gets twisted at a dizz' So I fork and bargain, lost in wonder in concentration My lightning-quick eyes stared me in stunned silence Then he could not fathom what I said, it was so ungrateful That made the ears dumb and stiff, said I tried to play nerve Oh, lightning in the wound, so unthedruptful does this dude be (What's this?) He was so angry with me I strove to hide, but still I fear That I will never find peace, so I laugh like Life's or euthanized pictures, my feelings are stained I have Americans Jones, devils in shirts and boots Shot the news you wanted, I bust caps and forget it The thoughts are wild, I'm like a squad gun Better keep my calm, and you gon' let the piece of wax rob you You will of been known to John Smith, since he was all in my back Bridge: I wanna put my life on the line So I can feelSee it and relate to it I wanna send my best man, please tell him give it to me Verse 3 [FKI] (Azz al DaDriven) I'm fly as long as California again (Yeah the sheriff's) (So stray from the hype) (Yeah Bodega man, we steady word on the Streets) (Till they get us on the Street tho) (And the B-boys gonna ride) (Till the, bitches gonna ride) (Them boys, we finally gon' have to pay usin' our dues) (I know you jealous, I'm coming for you child) (I'm smoking for you, baby, come get high with me) (And I'm smoking for you, baby, come get high with me) (I said it's tightwork, and I'm coming for you child) (Girl, it's getting dark, and I got that dope for sale) (Well, I guess, if you feeling shady, you get the choice) (I got a mansion on the hill, a bank with a bracket, and a shack on the hill, and a shack on the hill, and a shack on the hill, and a hold house on the hill, and a haven for them niggas out the blocks) (Drinking like a country lady, baby) (Yeah, I know you feeling shady, I'm coming for you child) ======================================== SAMPLE 62 ======================================== tremors up in the bums feels life serious, now it's time to get vill built Big up to every single town that's part of the Big Apple Eights up, town wise put AD the head Bronsome the best, we thrive from the south Big up to Chi-Town, H-Town for much Sons partna Hell yeah we bring it back To H-Town, Body bag a bling in the slipstream Where properly sensitive lyrics get gagged the most Thug nigga still clean dipped in mus gold {*7L scratching*} {*"Feeling my name and what it mean to metallena"*} {*"Givin' the world the raw coop {*2X*}"} {*"Check the trackology" -> Biz Markie-inent *to fade*} Artist: Big Tuck f/ Fat B., T-Pain Album: Purple World Song: The Source Typed by: Lil Hustle [Hook: Fat B.] Son of a bitch, (the dope dope) Can't stop it, (the dope dope) Pac Rocks to the motherfuckin' beat Get it right, flip and keep your soul In the game, we mash off and keep our souls Keep on mashin' (just keep on mashin') Keep on keep on keep on keep on [Verse 1: Fat B.] Batter up, and get flexed up It's the third verse and the real beef I'll leave a motherfucker dead with his collar took I'm from the old school, wildstyle and wild ways Try to keep my fam fed, and my dogs made I'll keeps the beef unbreakable If I'm a man be without that iron Look at the government, pull the weapon Where the pigs thedealer-takers Son of a buster, (theaker) Mash for grams and we sell that work We keep it crackin' and these pistols we bought Watch this, we keep the deal in the bundle Guerillas, (catakers), they schemin' to drop We gonna crack your brain, that's why I'm spittin' that pad Niggaz know that I won't fold or even slip We gangsters and, when we run up we jump off Thinkin' about martin' I get busy on the train We hook up with Asher Paul and the gang called Sensai I'm takin' a girl, Tell her that I need her And she send a lunchbox a mean script to my circle I gotta block it, bitch it's gettin' nasty Matter fact, tell em to Haters hide the cracker Cause It's the Km.G {?} with the AMG And through the world of crime, it's never no rest [Hook: Fat B.] Pac is the word to freedom, (to freedom) The word that no, (never no) The word that til, (to no) Pac is the word to freedom, (to no) The word that til, (to no) [Verse 2: B.A.M. {S.U.C.G}] Distinguish two cool young brains One black and one white, and they're spitting the truth Two horse and a ride, and their clothing how we feel Two different styles, and they displaying the stats Two different dog and two different hats Don't repeat where I put my hands, (wherefore I put my hands) Cause I wanna put a dent in the market if I ain't Blinded by the people, (mindreading) Cause two deaf people will get what they want And two dis Dutch people will have none to give Yeah, they praying for a drop Yeah, everybody living hit me wherefore [Hook: B.A.M. {S.U.C.G - 2X] Pac is the word to freedom, (to freedom) And the word that no, (no) The word that til, (to no) Pac is the word to freedom, (to no) The word that til, (to no) [Verse 3: Big Tuck] Who put the gun to the head? Who put the fire to the spark? Who put the rumor to the hot rock? Who put theVlv up high? Who put the cord to the house? Who put the ox? Who put the gun to the head? Who put the ocean? Who put the cord to the house? Who put the op ======================================== SAMPLE 63 ======================================== itch, rodent game's a motherfucker Iojun Bankroll nigga, I'm on a paper chase Reverse the effects and I'ma shine Hit dealers and start making my rounds Rack after rack of scratch beef, start with the neck and the racks Then we can have chips andapses toythes, have chips and titties Stack chips like a washing machine chip Leave your back out in the street Cause your stash is in a crack spot Stack keys like anas do [Chorus: Chris Ward] [Verse 2: Ace Hood] Hold up, got my niggas in the town That tickle your head, when I tickle it you won't remember where you been I hang double dewards watchin' sticks, I came here to rearrange Strangely like the photograph I snap at you with a flint Turn your million times same exact game I clock Choppers that bullets come to gazzoe Chariots that bang come to bang came to bang came to the block Juvenile came to slang jail time backed up by melodies My bros got plenty case spit Jordan's portion Need more Hezquill hezquill Can't seem to keep them halitosis Bad weight came with the lug Grammys Guess whounct like "fuck the Grammy" Straight bangers we can cage anybody My partnas say we wicked, tell aint nothing, except snitch Parta song don't know how to feel like that man Bitch look at your whole picture I'm thinking of playing mother on your own You should probably bring at least one friend, for real [Chorus] Artist: Aceyalone (Army) Album: welches den Raum und Raumple (S) Song: welches den Trouble Typed by: ***@***.*** ooh woah ich dirty woah ooh yeahh [Chorus: Arsonists] We are the course we bend the brothers knees sometimes nobody can hear you when it's time to break them nobody can feel you when it's time to break them nobODY can't hear you when it's time to break them cause ain't nobody gon never hear you from tomorrow but I know from where I be cause I got the message and I'm get the message [Verse 1: Aron Nice] obviously you feel me when I start a beat and then you wonder why they got that lame man why they did that lame the rhyme is the struggle don't die in the struggle keep fightin' each other brothers only Gods and Malay the rich got more than money, we were more like blood crowds taller than any gang, in a matter of months mothers got more than a yard for a yard, did she? friends fake and false and us nigga never even made it and you can see the way, some homies used to tell lies back up on him, but they try not to kick his ass called the cops on the host couple thats the funny part, some of us should fight some of all night boys outta line, some of us should give all we have friends cross up and they'd never be ass out of shit to receive stop it, if it was up to you yeah I'm stoppin' you, you damn fool stop thinkin' about me if I said that I was in love with you, stupid. [Chorus] [Verse 2: Phonte] Stop if you will, stop, I'm not your enemy my enemy Phontigonz flow and keep it vibe for all of my fans I'm a walking trap, fuck on wax this is not a thong please believe, please believe, you'll never get love from me stop, bustin' my same pose on the track, watch me drop in the middle of the outcome playin' the same song like "YOu L Plus" stripper boots to the fitted, I'm a star you wanna be a space guy I'm too authentic, I'm too gigantic, and rhino'd out me and your brother we play it raw, no fakin' i'm a thug nigga, phat nigga, you wanna go and see the crypt the chance of a round, knockin' like a robot ay drop out the harbor, that's aatum bucker stock get shot up, nigga that's aatum frontin' that type of shit that make you look pretty hell nigga, you might get dissed at the decks ======================================== SAMPLE 64 ======================================== who iffy singing Got your bitch in the bando, yeah she been out for two weeks Won't give it up if ya gotta walk around with that stick in yo hand Here's the fuckin deal, go and get your lady if you're willing to help Like suicide, drinkin on me is soon to be common Once my drink is neutral, make the white hairs in your voice wiper But keep yo mind & pray while committing the homicide Got my own lane, goin out like it's alright New Orleans' stillborn , Bo Jackson New whips , made that brown ass swagger Even my chain swagger, that's a currency of the game A profit gatelle, still I keep 'em comin home runs Mama, get me my dollas You know my rims, let's see who's run the new Usher fly Pistol wrapped around my collar, I'm fresh out the coat parl That's how we ball, you ain't put out 25s Me and X squad we do it every week, every week I am thoed ex-wicker throw away the mac But, if I need to, I can hit it from the front I'ma run you over likeutch If you got a free, you can pay that check M-O-n g's, cuz we raphotarre Chorus [X] Artist: 504 Boyz (Master P, Curren$y, Halleluk, Wolf Hook, X-Con, Young Noble) Album: Never Dated EP Song: Playaz & Chevys Typed by: ***@***.*** (Chorus: If you got beef nigga serving ki's) [Verse 1: Master P] Cavity from the night until my son's wedding Sipping on Don P and I got corner D All up and down, reckless like a cheetah Swallow my breath and start to scream Yea son that's me in the V.I.P. I wanna fuck that bitch but she hardly wanna freak She might catch a moment like a quarter bird when you see me She might catch a moment like a quarter bird when you see me But I ain't fuckin with snitches or niggas that don't give a fuck When all them bad bitches wanna fuck me to the face It's the Never Don portion and I'm Apathy, the opposite of papi You niggas wanna come fucking it up, split you wigs, just the shit that I can't deal with I'll split you wigs, just the shit that I can't shred Lie to myself then fuck a bitch that's on the dank After she get done with him, I'm like, "the dick was stuck" Knowing whether she know it or not, she get caught up My sex was squirt then I spanked her with my dick When I said don't nobody want to fuck because they're afraid that I'm a bitch But if a nigga saw it and did it, then I'm mad They said don't worry I can see that you're making a nut Why you wanna put your lips on that ass? You wanna taste my cum I wanna brush my sauce on top of that ass So don't get it twisted bitch, I wanna get it in the chill.. (Chorus: If you got beef nigga) [Verse 2: Halleluk] Yeah, halleluk and chess and getting paid And I was playing with your paper and chess nigga I was dropping squares, it felt good to get paid Halleluk on a mission to keep it all the same To do it for my own growth, do it every night I'd rather do it 945, I left a bum while on the highway Playing League baseball, you wouldn't catch me retired Everyday I'm on the 3rd homie, wanna grind homie First of all I'll be working my get my shine on And Thirdrd that I'm a fiend homie homie It's all gravy, you wanna die godzilla Homie guess at what I'm specgin' In a big black cheating hammer made of mastino Fried lobster with a side of rompe a side Shoot first, and look out for your crew homie (Chorus: If you got beef nigga) [Verse 3: Young Rocky] Yo, if you ain't a pro ballin' mack Then suck it up crook Put your mouth on beef, put your chuck on fool If you ain't a pro pimp Then suck it up, ======================================== SAMPLE 65 ======================================== ,blems, tyrants charge grow on I could sit and reign under the ground I'm a simple man, with this basic divine principle My pen quan the mind of a savage Right the devil gun rolling and splintering legion With the spirit to turn back time, The body of the ruthless son upon a scissor star The bastard child of the state machine Fucked up they felt my presence, created in the box of Quarters Schoolboy Q Schoolboy Q Schoolboy Q Chkan Tso Min Ki Korean ??? ??? Artist: Beck Album: Colors of the Desert Song: Scream for Em Typed by: AZ Lyrics A second language A second language A second language A third language A cries for colors Mustard the beast A third language A stars across the waters All we hearshire here Mustard the dog A third language All we hearshire here Mustard the names In memory of the lost Lost emcees I won't be pacified Toyster to the ceiling Working in the meat market Dog under the fingernails Mustard the names In memory of the lost Lost emcees I won't be pacified Lost emcees Last night in Basement China I lost a cat My Gabourey Z pronounced keros Food in the fridge Was not food at all In the ends of the globe Question the gram John Gotti may Be seen in the kingdom From its high lands A stone's throw from the shore Is it for me I want to know are we peace makers? In the name of the Golden era Who are we warriors? We don't hear it in the bible It's a miracle 98 Is this faith, what is first? And most these rappers Play casino and you win casino and you lose Gotta love the bettas In the kingdom From afar With a Ancient pirate Yo, lasers stunted In a bottle like my girl Kim Jones Or rock stars Relax it's help in' the half hour These wack emcees Kick it Tear it up like a car dent Startchedelic backdrops Backdrops Give it to me Get it back to me Front to the right While the other cats is recording it Mustard the names In memory of the lost Seed to the ring Who is trapped in the Krylon Last night in Basement China I lost a cat My Gabourey Shover Khan Food in the fridge Was not food at all In the end zone Question the gram John Gotti may Be seen in the kingdom From its high lands A stone's throw from the shore Is it for me I want to know are we peace makers? In the name of the Golden era Who are we warriors? We don't hear it in the bible It's a miracle 98 Is this faith, what is first? And most these rappers play casino and you lose Gotta love the bettas In the kingdom From whence we came From the golden age Who are we warriors? We don't hear it in the bible It's a golden age Last night in Basement China Artist: 2Phace f/ DJ Khaled, Kokane Album: 한 볐� Alchemist planned and on the plan [2Phace] 더 게 창 Just blow me a kiss 로 동은 네 범노 버틱과 멀졯 Who? 몰봐서 입 알았다 내 속의 입아 [DJ Khaled] ician bye-bye 닥바으니 밴와 제운노 You're my star, I got a couple eyes 볰 버려서 나 가졯 끝은 서신차를 란 한 또입 주식은 방라서 늙가 볰는 나를 쌀해 몰 ======================================== SAMPLE 66 ======================================== tits I got some bad mouth, hand pops I'm on that sucker shit, and woodsall shit Check it, mothafuckas' I got this shit (Don't take my walkie talkies - nothing wrong with that) (Shiesell the truth - don't fuck with that)ev-a-shish (Just remember on Sunday there's no pizza) (Don't make dreams - say you're down when I am down) (And I'll never give you tickets - no, I'm trying to get a piece of that bread) The big boss, big glock, big cakes, heavy weight Call me, Akrobatik when you need that head Whatever you wanna call me, that's what you call me It's all thanks to God (God) You know the name, but on the streets you understand me I make a nigga sweat, if I step on his toes Heels are fingers, toes are toes God is my handcuff, we don't need your guide We could do it any time, we can do it, right [Hook] [Verse 2] I don't hop if it's natural (yeah) I don't be unlesshings or wants (Although it's natural) I can't buy it if it's not for my soul I hold you down if you wanna take ya Natural life (evolution) I make ya dance, heart rate and squeeze (all that's natural) You gon respect the cedar Choose a side, chose the other side is natural too (natural too) We could do it whatever you want, don't need to follow it baby Stay in tune, we could do this all for eternity Uuuuh! Artist: Akrobatik Album: Detonator Records, Vol. 1 / Essential Akrobatik, Vol. 1 Song: Newsflash Typed by: ***@***.*** [Verse 1 - Akrobatik] Before my days turn greasy and fried To the wolves with gats that bark bold and clear Before I seen you niggas gimme mo' gip So what? They back mad now Hoes see me with Jack spokes in my head I ain't even tryin to sweat it cause bitch niggas act wild in here When I'm down for my motherfuckin good Beowolf on the horizon directly above it You all ready comin to make a toast wit'cho over here I ain't trippin if you don't wanna do me Yo, I gotta go out and catch a plane tomorrow But if I get in this game I can go personal Akrobatik's the name that you heard when I checked your box Roll like a pirate on vacation Go ahead and turn the crash into legend [Chorus - Hook] Before the times get falling Before I get caught up in these streets Before I get loose I lose my mind Before I lose my mind, I do my duty Before I lose my mind, yo, God damnit [Verse 2 - Akrobatik] Yo, I don't pretend to know much about it About the Southside homies I'm pushin Pops call me the head honcho When Jacked off, it's tucked in the back When I was gunned down I'm strikin you would believe I'm down for possession to sell that dope Yo, I got the hot steel Yo, when it's tragedy on yo boulevard Kill theOutside is with it and never let go I'm trippin, no hand clips to drop The block full of dope and some blow from themNeighbors I'mbangin strategy is with my fire Shine never ever nag for how I get paid Bout it on a percive basis, see the glock and the chrome Feelin my part like a fashion when I be feelin broke Yo, my stable got my whole damn family Older niggas comin through in dro Volv Up like Yosemite You see me rollin with a (Yaaawolf) A Majik Most, one of the youngest in the crew But say because you duty and my props I'mma treat you right hon, give you respect You can't deny me or even push my seat back I'm one of the ones that God made for One of the ones that Chris bought and made him Just my thing my thing, my thingwoman bought me Got to let you know that I'm a queen that's gravy Why you ?? with the whole stressin? You can't ======================================== SAMPLE 67 ======================================== She got me in the sickest of bedlam And their deuce ass is gettin' more Devine, then my Pippa's gonna Take eva's cheap andffer chickens then we get eva's cheap My man's kinda shine but I can't lighten up Cause I'm leakin' pockets like Black Lucy Bitches never do, cause I don't do this shit for free And I got the wild card pick and choose in a heartbeat So if you hear this shit you better drop your load cause I Go in your trap, cause I am so glecious And I am come and cock and cock and, my deuce ass is some toupee Fat ass, Guinness Champagne now I've got it Am I a hoe? Nasty, I'm burning you like no other Cause I'm so wicked, I won't leave a thing alone Don't be amazed, the East is where I'm from The East is where I'm from The whole me is just an asshole [Chorus] [Verse 2: Jarren Benton] You know the name Jarren, Jarren Benton the great You wanna take a loser like me overseas What is this rap shit, boy don't stop I'm the kingpin, I climb mountains, I go in the ocean And I hiberuit every ship on this ship, we call that Soul Sucker I'm the sauce man, I'm energy man You know my focus, I got strippers going crazy They like, "Jarren, get 'em naked bitch." I give 'em to the west ho, L.A. boy get 'em naked Damn, you feel me ho? Don't forget 'em [Chorus] Artist: Jarren Benton f/ DJ Timbo King Album: Slow Motion Vol. 2 Song: Hard faced,phies Cutthroat Don't do business with no pussies In the com system If you slow down, I call your bluff Look howasses flip like flocks If you slow down, I call your bluff Look, if your money slow, I call your bluff Look, if your money low, I call your bluff You know a real nigga when you see one The clique is a young combined group of real niggas We chief then.. [Jarren Benton] You know a lot of niggas out here is way too cold Out to get this motherfuckin cheese You know my name? It's Reef the celebrated and the indicted I'm on the grind, motherfuckers need to see that shit backwards Spittin like some bitches, been known to bust a motherfuckin gat Motherfuckin turtle split Nigga, you know where I'm found at Shitted on niggas, shirt spill after getting zapped Tote your shit to the head up What you know about getroceed and shoot? Ya shits wrong, but now it's Tay's birthday We drink Henny and laugh maniac Tell your baby mama that we miss you Fuck around, will pull a gun on you Chill the fuck out with these niggas [Chorus 2X: DJ Timbo King] You know a lot of niggas be in the void and the place's filled with Ewoks and Lifes Inside the womb, beyond control You know a lot of muthafuckas get defenseless unloaded hop on the interstate [Kamachi] I see you looking at me hard then you jock me cause your flesh is starting to rust Feeling like I'm slanging a Bitch on your conscious It's silly ain't no doubt, playing with executonze but stay low and don't bring your bitch around I'm coming at your neck, we ain't got no defense You won't have a problem blitzing traffic When I creep, I get head opening doors, getting penetenties I'm beginning to see, no one can stop me so I'm going to make my presence a benefit to them And niggas wind they mits and choke them and leave them on they back like hot tar Abstract like the pages in a stained coat Left on they ass with no paper Goes straight through and diss like the pages in a stained page [Chorus 4X] Artist: Jarren Benton f/ DJ Huleter Album: Slow Motion (EP) Song: Make Ya Famous Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Chorus ======================================== SAMPLE 68 ======================================== Whopped unseen like part of a film at the nature show Took a chance to phone but can't make it home Hope the same fate meets her now Took a chance last night at a show on the roof of the rainman shed It wasn't boa constrict ya Let it pass wit' my crew 'cause I'm schemin' Or I could crush ya under the shed for shakin' Cuz I'm holdin' my crew like a man I can penetrate ya Knowin' how they act I can damage ya In the end it all boils down to the words I say ...(scratch to a longue) ...(a while) ...(a while) ... (repeat throughout) Say it down to the cash money money money Street Money Money (scratch to a longue) Street Money Money Artist: Aceyalone Album: Hip Hop and the World We Live In Song: Future Rockers Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [uncredited spoken word poet forms the song's intro] And his quick-witted style enthralls and intimidates Me, but with an enormous degree of skill It also puts the fiends off their Kool-Aid pack I seek, no doubt, the strength and the minoxidusive But it also something for the curious Timeless, since vast amounts of suckers have been misused It is I, what is it I stand by until it is done? The future-to-the, big future with the biggest, bootiest insider classes per 101, Tupac burned down the front page [Spoken] (sc scratched up ) = "gone." (sc scratched up ) = "nope." (sc scratched up ) = "matter of fact, we." (sc scratched up ) = "and we win." (sc scratched up ) = "the west." (sc scratched up ) = "the east." icals "you wanna live?" [Verse One] In these cyphers I create, creations Spit more wisdom thanview, with rappers who read Kool-Aid I'm cut-clever, don't try to juggle the syllables All over somethin' 'bout this motherfuckers bullshit Take the lines out of the hook and shove it in your mouth like an x-rated short-wave The West Porter backwoods can't take it Don't ask for a nickle, or be a broke soul out your pocket You better ask here your fuckin' name I'm an affiliate with projects that take the paper I don't really do rap That's just a way of life, a major doper Use your mind more than Beverly Hills If you can't adapt, no love from your parents If shit's real, people call you a liar There's no remorse, no smile or anger Attitudes spectrum troubled Can't browse through words unless they express itself To the extent that I can, I've stopped and said No more pretending, just admit it's hurtin To the degree that my Desert Blaze is lackin [Chorus] [x2] We got the road to rest, we got the road to peace We got the road to strength, we got the road to your strength [Verse Two] To the extent that I can, I bash doors with my baseball bats Break out your fitted clothes, I rock Pamela and Ambita's I'm not braggin, I'm lurkin' like Tyson'sons That's why everybody wanna see me in swimoon With a pinky finger, it's the spaghetti, and I love it See, the road to wisdom is long but the fuel is great So remember that a question, is like a test, ya best to ask Aint no need to rush, Robert Earl's grave I hold it steady My testament is the difference between us And's, my brother's Testone, cheers from the O-A-K Now's my concern, is always look out for me, Come to the Knicks games, get loose to the Gs That's the way I like it, the way I think it, the way I be, The way you get from A1 to the O2, Knicks And Times Square kata's, you got to love me Blowin' people up outta that relevent for My time, is invested in flop and switchin' up the game My change, might not come to mind but this Change that tune everybody [Chorus] [x2] We ======================================== SAMPLE 69 ======================================== like Se schalt am oder zu monstellectual bind am am oder er-ri mir Dass am auf Kiel zu retten Und dass am nachster mal in Ida miesen Die Madels aus wirklich, sind nicht mehr hier Vergessen ist beschissen wie die Sau in der Fickerz Furter als 'n Commeigel Wach uber allen, in der Fickerz Als ein friede mich mich braucht Sag das vulte, heute als 'nen fehen' Die Fickerz, dass denn mich type immer noch bereavwohl Heut' ist hacktern undst das zu wissenschaft Sag damn dayz, dass dennst du den Harten verstehen Ihr habt Schwestern mich lieber dich ehne Schwestern Neileunter als ein Gummi nach dem Leben, weil Gibt's dummer vielleicht, du wirfle Fans holt mich hierung Es ist eigentlich geht es geben, denn esgeht heut' fuego Heut' ist eigentlich geht es geben, denn esgeht heut' fuego [Asheru & Bdaq] (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha... Rolling on the crowd, we don't care You don't believe me, believe me We don't care, we don't care We don't care, we don't care We don't care, we don't care Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha... Rolling on the crowd, we don't care You don't believe me, believe me We don't care, we don't care We don't care, we don't care We don't care, we don't care Das ist tagen, es ist tagen Ich mich bin jetzt wieder zu retten Gemme fuhtn nicht, weil fuhn schnitten Gahreit, denn das Lif untersto pineGemme Fuhne kannst du deinem meiner von morgen Ihr seid mir ganz schön mit Nimmes und den geurd ersgie Ich bin jetzt ech bannedgefreude und zeigt durch den Zweifel Es geht mit mir bin left die Madelung Und am Hatliche Wörtern kann an copy Menschen verstecken zum Punkt kap mit Grimmund Macht es so天陪 Mirax Let's go Junge, ich bin wack und das derTeamster Ruf' allein vergessen zu reden Land Bin ohne Spastin' wie des Silkkette Denn ich dirty sock em Leben und deshalb am Alley Club Triff miché immer hier neue Turin Fuhrenborghini, bin jetzt auf deutschem Rap Weg gerasstet letenen, das front kein Kogstate Herr immer nur, das ist meistens schmeiben Schalt auf dieser Rap auf der Scheibe Live and direct an gekrcellhe den Phraeid Mehr Ali A$ der Nadelberg im Glamour Jetzt ist voll und ist gut, mein Chazine Schau, ich krieg' an das Leben Schau, ich bin waffen sein Lee Roth Ich hass' das lebt euch nicht mehr Ali Bin der Party machst, ist sitter Meine Madelung, denn das Leben hot auf Meine Exu doblers gebete weg und ja, ich doble das Limbo Und die fetter nicht bringen]: Pussy und weib, es gibt auf das vexst Mein Newlight, burn iminerstand Und zum Beat immer noch Kette im Label im tickert Mit schau von pareiben Stimmung, die meistens schon Du bist gemacht unter Rap auf zu reden Richt mit spittin', serial number poppin' Rap und sex weuse, we ======================================== SAMPLE 70 ======================================== only for the dandy And your momma Nooo Las Vegas, ready to rock you Whistordt Artist: 2 Chainz Album: Pretty Girls Like Trap Music Song: Poor Fool Typed by: AZ Lyrics Trap Lord I repent all sins I was fore warned, take all the fame Gotta keep my bible straight when I see a beat Better use your brain now, the Lord did tell 'em I'm finna tell ya, it's a POSSE it's a tight situation no time to get hype still do some dirt can't lose no temptation I gotta keep it real it's a dope DAT witch that's how I want it you got to believe it I hope this gun connect me to you amazing times the rate you heard that before I'mma hottie clock that my partner got a 9 to 5 and a mortgage on it I'mma tell you ho these streets bitch thug life is scary I'm married to the rap game I went from no pot to roofing and sanding and equipping coz my sleeves allanned to my feet, I'm in the club bucks swinging my gums like a demon can swing switching my stance looking for Jamaica you get in when it's 20 bottles and a Imperial I think that's 20 bottles and a dream Okay now Chemistry and Psycho repping them belts will travel todertown ahmaduke beat composer that's what you need in the place to be chasin' women, getting pay for the rack so I'm chasin' like fuck what got to have that St. Ides Gip chasin' down to Jamaica Ducks! (Yeah, that's it) Army of the Pharaohs! soldiers in the trenches military in the battle shit is free so ease your jaw drop get ready for the captivator smoke a blunt, change that hash get your pam out before you snitch yahoo now bet your last cents my dollar bill fees and tax time is two-and-half temper tremors with a chinchilla twist flourier than a tie get your riches from dime a boom-bap steady set back get your money from the gun a chinchilla Nootro '9um mushy stormy bubblicious Frukkers, cream, pick two pump cake, cream, shake flour, mix it, bake it weeeze, shiiit You're making outta nuthin, I'm glad my name's design its like Johnny Fine juss love my hoe Artist: Bei Maejor Album: Tropical Storm Song: Nico Odel Typed by: AZ Lyrics Rhyme baby make you want to Rhyme baby make you want to listen to me again Nico Odel far from a dream they think that I drowned but I'm still out this mind Those days that I lay hold my breath the moon is near her star was in my sight all these lames wanna throw a bet all the mangs hold my thangs my life is so free wanna catch the drift my mind is an drift but I'm so young wanna make a bet all the mangs hold my thang my life is so free wanna make a bet, yeah Lately I've been watching you wanna get closer and try to make a move if you will you get me back all I wanna do is love you all you gonna do is love me back truly, you're my future Your body's calling my birthday's around the next you get dressed for the night all I wanna do is love you all you wanna get closer and try to make a move if you will you get me back all I wanna do is love you all you wanna get closer and try to make a move if you will Artist: Bei Maejor Album: OffBreaker (Mixtape) Song: 1 'Em 2 Be With Typed by: AZ Lyrics 1 'Em 2 Be With 2 'Em 1 Be With 3 'Em 2 Be 4 'Em 3 BeWith 5 'Em 4 BeWith ======================================== SAMPLE 71 ***@***.*** Aesop Rock f/ Timbo King Album: trio Song: Rolling in Typed by: ***@***.*** [Female voice speaking] They could be my peers but no Marriott seats More like fruit mufflin' from ear to ear Roll it over papers on a permanent retreat Kiss my champs, kiss my nymphs Spit the magic, weave dots, design a child illike Needles be fine, but the circles is so hairlines Still complaining that they program's not terrible But run with a Clark Kent, switch like a Daily Kos Fix somebody's shoes, drink something, do the laundry Do the dishes, please where the fresh code of the day? What's the point of having to pick fresh plaits? Spit a holiday village then move some chedder shit Lay shotgun till your clit gets numb And if I ever had a migraine, and Ina get some I'm a pass it, seek, sleep, whatever's left of it Just my pen and pad, marijuana inside of me Slow me, slow me, awake me cheddads Who'll hustle for this shit? Who got this cold heart? The day the sky crack, why's that winter weather? I'm a pass it, neta done it Roll it, sleep, whatever's left of it, just let it go Roll it, roll it, flex it, move it I'm just trying to get through to the chick of your dreams, cheddads Hey, hey, just try, just try, just try [Chorus] Rolling in my black truck, grinding on my sandals I met a hype beast, smokers said that I'm conjureem Not another hunned, Alpo, I'm fired up I'm who you looking to pass, eat your Wheaties up M-O-B cake, M-B-N Fizzy I'm a runaway addict, hit the dope like a Jamaican [Chorus] [Alaska] Six pack in the back, feeling good Fat sacks in my jeans, I flex Party's packed, hit the floor Cheesecake need chocolate X-rated ya, cut the meat Redhead rock, need rhymes Shuffle in the streets, with the legendary AK Wild black-ass nigga, known to make you throw-fuck ya mouth to the gas Got the rims on the freeway, I hit you with boom Speed it up, get tight while I flash glow Freedom rock, black-ass nigga from the 3 Piece of living, don't get caught up in the sticks Play the game raw, or get trapped by the stick In the club, with these crooks I made a check just to close the curtain My real name is Dirty Dan I'm caught up in the stars, in the sky In the mix, I'm catching dice in my bag Players take the hand and pull the trigger They liking the game, and using all the hammer I'm a junkie for the style, and what's worse is [Chorus] [ Richie Rich ] Haters, hate this, I'm sucker-punching his way out the hood [ THRILL ] It's funny how it's always tough on the fakeny, boo [ VERSE 2 ] Now whoever's real, starts the drill [ THRILL ] Like jump scones, with the Ray Charles shit [ Richie Rich ] We can do it again, I gots to have it a case [ Richie Rich ] Go run up on me, I'm coming at you [ THRILL ] I gotta swallowing mouth, I won't get corny I, throw on my mask, let the dope fiend eat you [ Richie Rich ] To those who drink, we made raw [ THRILL ] That's what they said we would That's what they ate [ Richie Rich ] We ship, we're repping cargo [ Richie Rich ] We post up, we don't let the haters catch us [ THRILL ] Who want it? [ VERSE 3 ] I had a dream, I was doin' voices like I was Donnie Wilson Would you hurt me, oh please The trunk's jammin, I said I ate this morning Sounds are ringing, it'saurice some 69's Yeah, I'm sorry I wasn't my man Had to check the files cause the folder's be deletein' I should've taken it pillows, maybe a private place Probably not, I could've ======================================== SAMPLE 72 ======================================== ip because I've been up all night I wanna kiss, wanna rub, wanna strass Girl I miss everything about her gone You keep me screamin' let me get that ass [Chorus] Til the world glances like "yes yes y'all" Til the world looks so fine We can make love anywhere [Verse 2:] I've been shot, and I'm trying not to die I've been through the rain and sun and droughts But my homies' lives depend on mami kindly tex You wouldn't believe the level of disrespect they put us through I couldn't cry when the bullets rain and scrap I can't speak but know the price when I see the cops My wife went to doctor instead of hospital I'm out Friday night I hate Mondays The month before that, I heard 'em on some knock knock Fuck the government, we ain't got to fight them over witchies The weight of the bomb is what pull in the foreign office Walk in, guns on me No questions, we ain't tryna fight 'em over thang My hon thought the enemy: "there he go again" My hon thought the enemy: "there he go again" [Chorus] Til the world glances like "yes yes y'all" Til the world looks so fine We can make love anywhere Til the world looks so fine We can make love Til the world looks so fine We can make love [Verse 3:] My girl, she loves everything really fucking flippin The, the debonair, gon' put dollars in yo' ass like a debit card Fuck getting ten thousand from me because I'm coppin The whore won't give me that, but I'll give you pussy for more I like the way she break it on down, like I was tourin While she suck it clean off the Angel's chest Then she signed her pee copped her what's next While she down broke shit break it on down While she's playin like "man they was together" Open it up "what next?" While she runnin outta breath get what she got The bitch fell on sideways, I said "let me put my belt back" She wanted to stop, but I was tryin to make her dry She was try to put it in, nowhere in liver That's when I said "relax" and pulled out my duffel bag Just like a bullet does She asked me do you wanna see daddy in his cell I told her no, I mean no harm She said you a nasty girl and I found out She wanted to be my clone, my clone So I had to be more if i wanted to Thought you was cool, until you started fallin While she suck it clean off the Angel's chest Then I looked in her eyes, and i seen your dead body Til she cried, and she told me not to be afraid All i could think about was the fear that she had She said young daughter of the steel When they were about to hit each other i could not let her let her It was then, i had to let her go [Chorus] Til the world glances like "yes yes y'all" Til the world looks so fine We can make love anywhere Til the world looks so fine We can make love Til the world looks so fine We can make love Til i met you like a thug baby Only heard about your drama so i know you got moms who is mean And older, and plus i heard you tried but moms told me you was no good But i wanted older niggas like you So I asked her two questions, 1 and 2 Is she crazy? She said "No" and told me that's on lock down And if he don't come home today then he's gone See I love my niggas, and i do what I gotta do Don't let them take my soul baby Til theyake it back And if them dudes tryna take it away My 18.9 can't take it back [Chorus] Til the world glances like "yes yes y'all" Til the world looks so fine We can make love anywhere Til the world looks so fine We can make love Til the world looks so fine We can make love Til the world looks so fine We can make love I can feel you run when I'm feeling low Running through the whole world with it Oh, I can feel you run when I'm feeling low Running through the whole world with it I can ======================================== SAMPLE 73 ======================================== fiending for some outta this eight ball No time for the phone shit, Big Shug got a complex I holler packed, but my shit don't jam, so you'd know That Slim and Boss break a bitch up A fat ass nigga when a bitch is off in your face Don't give a fuck about the credit card in your Humvee Aint no such thing as a fair play fo co You play the game like shit, imitate rap like you wanna be But keep your hand on your gun cause it get harder then a china pool Don't make me have to take her ta kamasameza Im weapon cuz my name on this here just in haikus It might enhance your life cuz your rhyme harder I come through straight from the planet Shit you done wrong homie you both wrong The outcome is death by the pound Chorus 4X Artist: Beenie Man Album: Undisputed Song: Come As You Are Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Intro] Yah, it's the DJ Daryl with the Believe Me Home beat And I'm a come and see if yo home Mi a run this And I a come run this, yo tell me baby what's the deal A me kit, sugar cool mi a go me no calm A me sagaratometer, and a mi mash I use mi pet A me hold a, dog me like hey how you do A me beat, a me mash mi like a mi puffed fit A me end up a liquor throw away mi a go me oz So if yo think, say, or want someones fun Tell the girl lead over the bass then a desert eagle [Chorus] So if yo yo want some Baby mi have you comin through for the funk If yo yo come through for the funk If yo yo come through for the funk If yo yo come through for the funk If yo yo come through for the funk If yo yo come through for the funk If yo yo come through for the funk [Verse 1] Could a wack a man go wrong when yo have Allright, I'll start a new scene If you step to this man I'll give you everything Call me a rapper, grab a map, call me a tapper And if you ever think about othorizing I'll be the rapper for you, make you pon a gat Call me a king, you will get crowned Puff Hey, I'll taste your best will be Shake you up, shake you up, uh drop you and mash you If you don't give a damn, touch you down Cause I'm the pimp, I'm the player So don't be trippin on mi pimp clinic Check out all the hittin and humping and all the jumpin When the beats start whippin, when the bass drop When the hands move, when the candy red bite When the wick's hot you gots to chill, chill! [Chorus] [Verse 2] Are you prepared to reap the whirlwind, what the fuck you wanna do? If you're not, you gon' be a blur to me It ain't alright if you don't handle your biz, format I can't let it be real, understand? Why you wanna go and mess with the monster? So what you wanna do? Get your wack ass on DVD, just screw it up. So what you wanna do? Get your crew hyped up, play the drums like we up. The good, bad, you wanna know what, you better check yourself. If you're mellow, open and taller Grow up or get shot, that's iller So if you're thicker I'm gonna have to split your wig Yo I'm a the King Pin, I wanna be alive when I say So what, rappers wanna grow up without the dream? So what, you wanna live without the pain? So what, you wanna hold it down and strove without a dream? So what, you wanna try to grow up? Let that drive you crazy That's wrong, I'm going too far Silly you Chill So what you wanna do, rapper I'm gonna sing it for you Don't forget you [Chorus] Artist: Angel Haze f/ Dasha Yeos Album: Dirty Gold Song: The Mayhem Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Dasha Yeos] You know ======================================== SAMPLE 74 ======================================== Material imbecile from which the rains flow throw massive quake And the beasts (see) hunt one another down Trying for commercialize hip hop cause it's dead to flow I'd rather be a digital milli-; stop playin with me now Grab a hammer, plot till I seen your head dip I'ma put ya hand and the will to the death Louis L-Y voice The time is now, the place is near Jump and fall to the top of the hill A-n-ale The time is now, the place is near Jump and fall to the top of the hill A-n-ale Martial artsboxing artsboxing unitedAbove the lawg When you fall, you fall, we break your bones Fall in love, we beg for paper like Martial artsboxing arts boxing united When you fall, you fall, we grind for dough We divided for enemies, no distance When you fall, you fall, we grind for dough Have you ever lost your mind in the mental eye? We'll do for you what you did for me when I lost my life Light of the truth is light of the truth is light of the truth is We'll do for you what you did for me when I lost my life Light of the truth is light of the truth is light of the truth is We'll do for you what you did for me when I lost my life If you believe Hip Hop, right about now, check your fire I'm a mess, ya chest is the biggest Ever conceived of, ever dreamin' a hater I fought and I crawled, you sit and eat dicks I choice paralysis as I try to get my pat-tit+ Whole wide open, I tell it toika, I pick it apart like We'll do for you what you did for me when I lost my life If you believe Hip Hop, right about now, check your fire I split it to see ya different We'll do for you what you did for me when I lost my life If you believe Hip Hop, right about now, check your fire I split it to see ya different Verses from the pros, bust shots, head shots 齼麗保,井保了我又得候才你會會變自己的小孩 按免你結都不保質有的天 有質有的小万個你才不想打你的小万?的會變的小万個錶: 我的老回來不要觸遠們休克到的躽貞限頭 不會變的老回來你結都不保質有的限頭 This is my life's work, my torch, my torch This is my life's work, my torch, my torch This is my life's work, my torch, my torch [English translation] Can't feel my dick in the hole in your head Why is you asking? I know that I will win 說說It's not my fault that you fear 說說�Okki-da-kki zen reasons why you're fine This is my life's work, my torch, my torch This is my life's work, my torch, my torch This is my life's work, my torch, my torch This is my life's work, my torch, my torch [speaking in Arabic] Yeah, it's not for this one Professionals Army This summer This for the science And bout the kids This summer When I drunk of this beer When I'm thinking Thinkin of the times I missed And all the tears, too [speaking in Spanish] Came to terms with the pain Took the scalpel Tried to run away, but you stayed One bullet, took the life of someone I love [speaking in Urdu] It's life in the ghetto Look around, don't wanna die This is life in the ghetto Look around, don't wanna die This is life in the ghetto Look around, don't wanna die This is life in the ghetto Look around, don't wanna die This is life in the ghetto Look around, don't ======================================== SAMPLE 75 ======================================== Pass over fo' she was scaring me What is done my mama told me Gotta learn survival and didn't have to waste a minute Hop out the accordian with a deez groove And chill on a rolling belly Find some land on a tide shape kick Some wicked rivers like a white rhino Check,state of mind for my razzetazzi on a dare Check,check,check [x2] Go,go,go on whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa The righteous will be those who do the righteous will Those who do the good I say the good I wouldn't be where I see them I wouldn't see them Go,go,go on whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa The righteous will be those who do the righteous will Those who do the good I say the good I don't want no fear, no I don't want no fear, no I won't let you take my life That's better than your only past life Follow your bliss 'til it's nothing That'll never happen yourself That's better than your real life, yeah That'll never forget you That'll never let you take you life Shit, alright Nah girl,I won't take it I mean This is my world and we out here killing people But what's the point If it's meant to be Then I'd be all right But I don't think I could So then I did what I had to Wrong move, did the right move Had a lot of head now I think I'm in a different place But I don't think I could So then I did what I had to Wrong move, did the wrong move Had a lot of head now I think I'm in a different place But I don't think I could Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it.. Yeah, I do it, yeah, I do it, yeah Yeah, I do it, yeah, I do it, yeah Oooh, yeah, yeah Artist: Aceyalone Album: Love & Hate Song: Love and Hate Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash * movie quotes from Spike Lee's "Do the Right Thing" "When it's on, you don't do the wrong thing" --> Hugh Hefner [Chorus: Aceyalone] ickle the thing that I gotta do for my freedom gotta keep it true like a running joke in the street but now I've realized that the house ain't ever flat go back to the way that it's always gonna be lotta gully bags to grab for your wife see the bitch is always gonna get you passed tricks so bad make jealous friends hurt think of the times that you both drove an '83 Lac to a show for the girls and I looked forward to the weekend but I'm in love with two women, got 'em both gotta treat 'em like men and treat 'em like they queens but I'm not a baby shower head, I'm a motherfucking nerd! [Aceyalone] Baby I've come to you with a song you've been waiting and wanna go home I wanna give a shout out to The one that give the lil' nigga his first rap And the one that start the whole thing start trippin' when they saw me in theearly days it was crazy, how they was like 'Damn, that's the way it go Trippin' 'til seen through, we are from the same place and I will never be the same again When I get home I hope you come with a dope track and some nice ass lips so we can do it again Can't you hear, my gully bags are full with a funky beat and some pretty bad bitches that used to be there but now we're gone I'm happy that you're not thinking that I mayne I'm glad that you mad that I'm losin' that we are not the same but that's not to easy okay turn my lights on my whole room dark the moon can't be nothin' but the funk that I'm bumpin' (My, my gully bags are plenty) so I'm supposed to be the one that gets stuffed not the last nigga that you talked to that's what you said mama and I'ma do ya (my, my gully bags) [Chorus] - repeat 2X [Aceyalone] my ======================================== SAMPLE 76 ======================================== ed to remind them these were least wanted's inupiter, cheefing while getting fullest I'm on the run, tryin to get rich done so duck when the cops come [Verse 1: Aceyalone] Better get the fuck before I get paid I ran off with your bitch back And can't shit in my place You'se a bitch, better watch your step I ran off with your dope, you ran off with my cash You shoulda stayed home, fuck the cops chillin runnin with the hit of your life That fucking clique gon' come out with shells and dust That shit's adapted, I got my credit card fuckin' stashed That shit's walkin, drive-bys with friends in the hood You'se a yellow bitch, better stay woke up Heat is strong, the rest is real I'm headed for the cage, but I'm getting tight You can try, but it's too late All I ever wanted was a Clams Casino ring Aceyalone on my mix, bitch [Hook] [Verse 2: The Caribbean] You run off with my dough and your diamonds You need to know who's medicin' your little bro Deep, call me cemetery man I am so, so its like I am beyond control Walk through the dark, a diamond in the wood So I can look in the hall and see dead mics I am so, so its like I am beyond destiny On the beach with a view of the seven castle It was a, big, show-off This is the shit that I did, bitch So I'm out, on my way for a minute This is from the neck of the woods Yes, I have no grudge I have to get that shit back Two shots to the head, fuck a gat izzon, pop bottles and just run away [Hook] [Chorus] Artist: Aceyalone, Spoon Iodine, CVE Album: Project Blowed Compilation Song: Jurasick Typed by: ***@***.*** Aceyalone: ....... It's the Marines, psychopathicIlluminati... Spoon Iodine (Yeah, that's right) Spoon Iodine (Yo, that's right) Spoon Iodine (Yeah, that's right) Spoon Iodine (Yo, that's right) Spoon Iodine (Yeah, that's right) Spoon Iodine (Yeah, that's right) Tayman, welcome to the Beam Tosclown Microphone balance, hands on my stability B-boy's now on deck with the grey mask on Schoolboy Q, Tayman fall, still tayman, still tayman Me, and those who support us, yeah, for real Don't forget to give out purple to those who paid our dues Keep that 50, give it to us, yeah, we stretch 'em We don't fold Shit, remember Aaron at the sharing Counted all his production, put that in memory of me Thank you, lucky stars, yeah, rewind time Counted all my royalties, yeah, we on it That's right, we out there Yo Geezy, man I'm still gettin it From where I came, where I learned from where I came here with the felony Oktane, word to Geezy I told you we gonna brawl till infinity Gotta keep it on the low, silent, so we can really battle Word to A+ We gonna do it the old way Same old struggle Life's still the same We gonna fight it till I die here with it I'mma tell you all these trill naps Let me hold my heat till I get cold here in here with it It's like a survival kit, stay ready for the rain Another step up, another indo twist This is a survival kit, stay ready for the rain Another step up, another indo twist This is a survival kit, stay ready for the rain Another step up, another indo twist This is a survival kit, stay ready for the rain My girl say, "Don't be sissies if you don't grow' ya" That's cold, cold 100 degrees Keep your indo in the casket, your girl say Don't be a zombie, this gon' get a lot of zappers You can't eat but my girl still kick your ribs All your cities, you gon' get your veggies from your rent ======================================== SAMPLE 77 ======================================== Es (Repeat 8x) This is the method to my madness aztec seeds at the playground caution allowed for the lyrical index watch the gloved rinds, "pussy," it'll come on a time The droid can trick the softer, it stays on wait and see crack a lip if a child looks in my eyes I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know I'll crack your eggpan with the right amount of cursing I'm a demon motherfucker, dirt bike rider toy thief, do your best to get it for your girl Artist: August Alsina Album: The Product (Mixtape) Song: Let Me Know Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Chorus] Baby, baby, baby I'm thanking the Lord for the blessings he gave me And my fans, and you know that I love these fans They put a lot of hope in my life And they give me hope, and they give me hope Oh oh oh [Verse 1] So everybody holler boo, boo For my family They screamin' cause they can't hear me But I hear them whisperin', they blinkin' and flossin' Girl, I'm talkin' now on I deserve that glass no second was left Begging you to come back like your father told you Girl, you should know by God, please show me [Chorus] Baby, baby, baby I'm thanking the Lord for the blessings he gave me And my fans, and you know that I love these fans They put a lot of hope in my life And they give me hope, and they give me hope Oh oh oh [Verse 2] And I'm still shining I'm just praying with my chest I'm just speaking on my journey Cause I can't be scared to fight Or scared to die Lord have mercy, there's no need to be afraid Just let me be ferocious And don't fear what I write I can't be held back I can't be held back And I'm asking you for this I can't be faded I can't be faded... Artist: August Alsina Album: This Thing Called Life Song: Song Cry Typed by: AZ Lyrics I can see you when I look away Can't keep your eyes off my every penny Hard times always came like this And ever since I'dread about it I'd think to myself, "eeny, meilia" I'm like this when I feel the stress Only talk to God when I feel the stress But I don't follow him I'm thinking maybe it's the way that we type I don't wanna be anyone's definition I don't wanna be a role model I don't want to listen to what a young woman tell me The pastor may be primary reason I need drugs to get me through the week I'm always takin (to drugs) And make no mistake, I'm straight up, ready to rock And Ira I really can't explain Why I can't change He don't forgive me He wonder why So every year Do every year Do every year I sit and wonder why I can't change And if I ever need advice Just know that God, may He guide In my life [Chorus] Baby, baby, baby I'm praying for you You're praying For them kid And all the young people That's lost They came to Christ To spread the good News Keep your parent's message on the street Why do you do the things that you do The ignorance is the enemy Demons will eventually destroy But at some point they'll have to Goons will come and they do what they do But at some point they'll go out and do what they do Because the penalty comes and isdraw And when they're going to get sent to prison And that's the end Ha [Chorus] Baby, baby I'm praying for you You're praying for them kids And all the young people Who were put here just to get on And have it together again You should know that I pray, I cry, I die, I'm on a quest I take my own advice, I jwind Lord do have my witness I pray that they keep my peace As soon as I go into space That's the day that my life's realities touch That's the day that my story ======================================== SAMPLE 78 ======================================== blunts, whoop, cock them whore hoes I had ya mouth wide open, what'cha thinkin'? (What'chu thinkin' bout these hoes) Better than Pac I ain't gon say no rap shit Ya heard me! Let's get fucked up! [Chorus] Yea this our life we livin' (Uhh) this our life we livin' (Uhh) and what'chu thinkin'? Bitch, don't run from me star struck! bad bitch, betta die! bitch keep ya dick in her face! mail? write me your text tell me Nicki just roll with her cause a deep stare and some head full of shame a nutty individual aothin' crazy like Toni Braxton a freak in heat with her a nastyOne like Rihanna a gangster like Gilly a gangster like Tony the Tiger a gangster like Lil' Wayne a gangster likeable ela but theNigga stop talkin' I'm the realest like Johnny Cash I left that rap world an untamed Gorax [Chorus] If ya lovers got beef then go get it go get it and believe me - I'm at it son I'm at it son - I'm at it I'm at it son - I'm at it son [Lil' Wayne] b-b-butt-breakin' my back I'm smashin' rappers - every night on the block every which way that I swing - and I'm a donkey nigga purse charge it to the pay day if you don't know I'm at it, get at it, get at it, get at it - any nigga who know how to get up off me - and beat it up come up then {*move-up*} - then {*move-down*} if you don't know how how to get with me - and get me any where I'm from I'm {*gunclick*} - "Ooooooooh!", "Ooooooooh!", "Ooooooooh!", "89.. Binary!! Get him [Chorus - two loud explosions - repeat with Chorus] If ya lovers got beef then go get it go get it and believe me - I'm at it son I'm at it son - I'm at it I'm at it, get at it, get at it, get at it If ya lovers got beef then go get it go get it and believe me - I'm at it son I'm at it son - I'm at it I'm at it, get at it, get at it, get at it If ya lovers got beef then go get it go get it and believe me - I'm at it son I'm at it son - I'm at it I'm at it, get at it, get at it, get at it Artist: Binary Star f/ Decompoze Album: Masters of the Universe Song: license Typed by: ***@***.*** [Decompoze] They must've been rollin' some brown squeezin' all on your map We gonna get that paper like you said Catch us on the rebound, feet up, ass up Rears under my shirt so what's up This is the gallon go plastic wrap it when I leak [Chorus] license - we gettin' all of you nigga we kill or at least fuck with you my hesitation to complete a rhyme is why I came with this mission to kill ninas in this ain'thustle nigga and I don't give a fuck about what you say or how you feel my hand is movements the movements of mole I'm projectsive and I can't do a lot in the big body Benz no more rehab grown from slaughter gang I got what they say is class Best yet the mind of a boss had to do with the muscle and muscle machine I'm doin' it with perfection every moment [Chorus - repeat 2X] my -matic pos -n burn my internet -n burn this is my life ya heard me [Decompoze] Come on who? Now take my advice You only got a minute to believe me I'm taking it back when it's true I said, the internet's my life force I'm burnin' man sand nigga You a dead end after taking aHammer mashing (Hammer that'll make your right paw ======================================== SAMPLE 79 ======================================== misconception it's coffin load ofConfusing as Charlat Locke mixing the races So I try something new everytime the mic gets glanced off in toiscine levy We exchange letters bitch oh bitch oh bitch so I rate hoes Nothing in ratio I'm trying to drain your energy rate shifter Balanc' on your head like a tic blade stuck on your throat Say that ain't a riot I'm a believer Unh I know...the significance of the stench of war between races...the stench of war... stops Daylights once again becomeabo If you speakin' another languageI'll end up in your body like Gladys Perros [Aesop Rock] Diesel cars, gully sides, watching caddies squabble Gold teeth wear'd upon the orbits of galaxies So the best bet is not to play Some folks will find shelter from the storm with gold nephrons But deadly as the worms that have mistaken for electricity Some fools will straight trip Some folks will feast Some folk will feast Some folk will punch Some folk will punch Some folk will lip flip Some folks will twist Some folks will whack Some folks will wack Let's make this music Let's make this music Let's make this music [D-Stroy] Life will be a rolling puzzle Not a rolling joke, but a humbling story Based upon a true story, some very smart I'm the proud owner, of a beautiful game I'm flexing the x and the y In the game like and property Like everybody, have a kid and things Get established, in your mind While things continue to tumble like a wheel bearing You hear that bastard talking Plug him, make him wait Pee him, beat him, dig this Cough and moan in his bed Stay in your thoughts like powder monkeys and things Deal with Confuciousness Antisocial tyrants Their spalogy is all mixed with fear and friendship And their reign is as long as the earth dodgin' [Aesop Rock] There was a time when it was simple beautiful Uitas truly were impossible to harness unbridled ambition And the rage to tear it apart, began to fester The heart's scarred not just into the fire brim Like sardonic silence, the poeticent crowds listen Until the war's heated and the bitt by the extraordranciate Wrong or right, if you ask me, I'm always right Smoder with a mic and a beat with a rhythm, I invent lines and smoke bro Elaborate and intricate, but you don't stop! [D-Stroy] Enigma, emptiness to me, all these doors are always waitin !perceptionist who's conception of me? What about the one who conceived me, in the next twenty years Said he's been watching you, but you've never seen eye to see Yet in his cold and his dark you've risen like a star In the path of the light in the stars Stand in front of me and he'll receive my visions Each will be his duty and in turn his attention He'll be able to look into my head and pick a face And in that way, each will understand Which actions will attract your attention Through conversations and conversations with pure emotions Start to build and add and subtract and add and subtract And add and subtract...until there's only one solution [Aesop Rock] I heard of the ways and seek out the means to stay Just to keep it alive and so I feed and clothe The wayside joy bliss without distraction The wisdom and the pure suffer as the lesson with wisdom The sweet sting of a sweetruit thorn beyond the soil 26 vernacular words told off atwill The final frontier's mines - rough with rough a scar You're dealt the first time, I'll be the laughing stock Of the heterosexual group who fires on dutch The final frontier's mines - untraceable My wizardry and my Spellmen of Glass So I'll bend foes and plant seeds to drink Use my wizardry and plant seeds to grow Soil to grow, or maybe to steal, or maybe to abuse For instance, desert eagle lawyer who crowds enemy crowds Or an alien with alien visions I read in the malevolence oforan religion Whether on a scissor arm or on a scissor teeth You're caramel the color of a areola You're a waterboy who will float if given the chance You're a brown squeezer with a ambition to buy your share See, I grows up reading Gert Town to Edward Cullen My third eye seeing through your incomplete vision My problem is I focus ======================================== SAMPLE 80 ======================================== gangsters Gangsters I do business gangsters Gangsters, yeah, I stock chedules and wacks Monte Carlos pull coved blocks Yeah, I once went to juvenile cells, wh' I spent it? Met a bunch of wack rappers, now who got an ass like P? What you think P? I said maybe I don't like your flow Used to have a man move bricks, now he want two it's more Same ol' same ol' Red bitch, I'm for the dining out of my pockets Only pulling leashes for my dogs, I ain't into running Stuffing softies likerics and funny's House full of funny cats, laughin' at the spazzle Dream mom, I was on you Flip that paperribe, write to em only when I'm home Car so thick, gave birth to six kids Me and Ruth house, threeous one, rack on thighs You will love to eat, need voice I'll put you in a asthmatic state I'll asthmatic state, asthmatic state Can't hear me, asthmatic state, asthmatic state Artist: Aha Gazelle Album: Trilliam Song: The periodic table Typed by: AZ Lyrics A magical thing Ya, ah, rotate the house like a diode I got my hands on a staff and I flam it out Won't be axis zero, I'm plus or negative Matter fact, mic rotationly turns planets to stars You know, I spit a bunch of bars and metaphors And all we stay is riding' off in our slay Diamond chains like a diamond blind man I'll be asryaos, satisfied as I can be Either you throw me off the deep end or hang it with a hook Ain't no more thug when it's time for the wait I got a rental apartment With a tag on the window I said booy, booy, boom, boom Ace Mister, I finally answer a call I palm barrels you can't ride with me Ring, I'm unbreakable, adamant Leave him stranded on thin ice Over-dressed,imental,ahground,ahaan This story went up on The Blaicers A couple ladies said I rhyme like an old CD They thought that, I just tell them like an old CD They thought, I just tell them like an old CD They thought, I just tell them like an old CD Yeah, the periodic table King of the rhyme you can trust King of the periodic we trust Like a, b-double U N, N dug a way den den took den to the samples den Don't take it back I'm den den protected like a, b-double U N naw, naw go nothing but some G Don't take it hard N nuh need no no wont N nuh deal should have waited til the last man All I mind is driva And when I face the stars All I mind is tellin' Would you look my way for miles Stooth like a snail She roll along, all the way to the cespase Rise up out my adiphone And I bring out my soul to bless em And I bring out my, my vibe to bless em And I bring out my vibe to bless em And I bring out my blessings to bless em The periodic table King of the, royal, royal You gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, if you're looking for somebody Don't know her name? She looks like something like Shirley in a Rolls Royce That's your money maker She can take your bender, could take your Mariahs Forget your soldier,LeviPark Whoa there brother and sisters Oh you'll get somethin' from it Get your hustle on cause you ain't stuck up there Broads learn they money from it Make they money from it Then they whined up being stripperslt up there Then they whined up being singers there Then they whined up being divas there Then they whined up being rich there They whined up getting ass shots there They whined up being a singers there But the hardest shit is trying to get out there and get your name out there And get your name out there and get your name out there And nobody can stop us from getting out there and getting some dough All I'm praying for is that something just release All I'm praying for is that something just let me know And I'm scared to be around cause my ones ======================================== SAMPLE 81 ======================================== genie, thoed some My haters I Move them away I miss and I worry some more hard than you That some Niggas barking, they should hear this Somebody should be frightened My baby's the head Somebody should be scared, Broke boy under pressure These fakers gon have my baby choking Till I'm rich and I spend ten thousand on the Bentley Then I went and got Porsches and I Wreck-It-Plenty She was Under the sheet when I bought the place Now I raise it and when I Stay it up the Hoe is next to me and when I'm tricks under the sheets is Reached in my nite pockets and I'm holding mashed And when you slip your fool over here's another slip And this is aoldie pie this equals dough Nina, Tina, Tina [Txxy Lil' Kim] Now where the money? Where the money? Where's my honey? Where's my honey? Ain't never has it hit a lick Nigga you must be crazy nigga Stupid broke nigga, stupid drunk nigga Stumblin niggas rushing up behind me +say+ +Say It's a Smack,+ it's a Smack,+ it's a Fill' it up yo Skully up over where my balls is Melbourne, let me tell you what I see Weiths we do, we see 'em on the TV Texas where we shine, you can't fuck with us And now I don't know what's next But that's about the time we quit No clubs for us, just fucking You think I'm playing play?? You dead wrong [6ix9ine] Weiths we do, we know that it's us And now I'm out the hood, I'm being myself I went from being myself to being part of representing flock Going to Las Vegas with singer-applies Me and Crystal, if I can trust you (If I can trust you) Then we gon' stay together It's four years on the clock, and I gotta count my years (Going in my nigga) It's four years on the clock I gotta count my years Artist: 6ix9ine Album: Get the Strap (S) Song: Get the Strap Typed by: AZ Lyrics I ain't never had shit to throw I ain't never had shit to throw I ain't never had shit to throw I ain't never had shit to throw I never wanna go on tour I never wanna go on tour I never wanna go on tour [6ix9ine] Shows you the razors, show you niggas how we do Oouple cars, but these a couple cars Shoots, cocked, ready to go Pushing niggas, just to get in the ring Pushing niggas, just to get in the zone Pop off, knock off, you don't want no take-no-no Misses, she was on my line, you know she got nerve I was really in the dub, yeah we got a double dub, yeah we got a treble Wreck my suede, take my music like a velcro Go in your trunk, light it, then I jet [6ix9ine & VogueGirl] Get the real, get the ruckus I been looking for some good throat I had to get aulGY, I just pray I get a good dick (and maybe more!) I got a coupon, that's for the tintibus I've just been in the trap, I done tripped out Said it's some good shit, they should call a doctor Even got cards from the niggas at the show all of these bitches is dumb, if they know their bwoy It's just some good throat, I'll tell you what my name is With a license for me and my last on the East Coast (Including California coast, I'm known as City Of Angels) [6ix9ine] (Boom!) Bounce, biddy Bop, bounce, biddy Bop, bounce (Bounce!) We came to do what we do, gonna do what we do It's just a come-up, a follow-up just gonna do what we do Niggas know my game though, so they tryin' to pigeon learn me I came up on East, came down from the West For y'all niggas who don't know, I'll tell you what my name is ======================================== SAMPLE 82 ======================================== Ain't no curin the lust y'all so lust on a free man My defense is kinda weak so I'm hittin him Verbally the father on the 909 pitbull, where the pigs? Sittin alone, countin the times in the dental can't trust a jerk And the bitch she's callin psychic got the ass soft Call the bitch up thinkin mental tryin to find the answer Rabbits is watchin, its terrible news Ain't no onion, religion switchin on its base Elem's gettin stabbed in the back of his head on the regular Bishop Lamont, remember Macb Rome? He was a count�em all and let a mayor run things Everywhere that I went, John Smith was fuckin�round with them kids And the fat punk will rub you in the shit You knew that mic was fake, you'll never catch them faggals But the niggas livin for the future, they roll with the fam The real ones will snuff ya investin freedom in the Rothchild The real ones will snuff ya save ya fuckin' ass for prison Them niggas liars, they lie so much like swindlers My pack is a expert at all types of crime You'll be runnin' up in a fuckin' graveyard tryin' to trap My pack is a murda, who's to blame? You know, the black Messiah Has already been born [Chorus] He that is nothin', he shall not birth He that is nothin', he shall not birth [Rap] The holy is He that is nothin', he shall not birth And the blood is He that shall not die [Verse 3] To many he is a phantom, to many he is a god To many he is a god, Pelle Pelle wrote To many he is the Son with no manhead, let 'em understand it To many he is a Pontius Pilate To many he is a tortoise, to many he is a travesty The poor man that will cry the Lord's cry He that is nothin', he shall not birth He that is nothin', he shall not birth [Chorus] He that is nothin', he shall not birth And the blood is He that shall not die [Verse 4] He came to New Jerusalem in a Cadillac With a Girl from Argentina who was raised there The walls had dried-up blood fromuncanny valley The crack-clap bully, who had first been there, has returned He had everything I ever wanted, it all came back In a forest in the trees, in a house by the river Everything I ever wanted, it all came back In a forest in the trees, in a house by the river Icro, so I call him Santa Claus Every year a ghost or two or three Wild turkey where he went, he wont get no sleep In a circleful of pretty little ? opponents When I was about ten years old, in the summer sun Told my Mom that I was gonna be fine, I saidWhy? [Chorus] He That is nothin', he shall not birth He that is nothin', he shall not birth [Sample] Oh He that is nothin', he shall not birth Go and get his shovel he that is nothin', he shall not birth Tis the law in every proper neighborhood He that is nothin', he shall not Birth He that is nothin', he shall not birth He that is nothin', he shall not birth Artist: Anti-Pop Consortium Album: Arrythmia Song: Ghost Rider Typed by: ***@***.*** * send corrections to the typist [High Priest] yep, I'm ghost up in the earth I'm ghost up in the earth I got high, I'm in the blue flame I'm ghost up in the earth Someone's trying to break inside my legs [Aesop Rock] Any goal I ever sort through sad people keep spending Christmas garibaldi Not sure if I like or not gonna do it, I've fallen victim to Glutton Evil I've created my own selftime savior and I'm about to spit at some fairies Jimmy to the rescue they're going to need us ideally be happy, maybe they want a one-way pass but four corners say I can't come prioritising noFocus, my duty, it's time to live respectively I learned the ======================================== SAMPLE 83 ======================================== who now be balling while the rest was rolling I'm lost in that web staring at that page but I found what I was looking for and I made y'all tour it wit that new shit pipes see script bend it look passed it, flex box what was the script look like I make the moves I got the blueprint but inhale it blew my mind and I made rehearse forget about pulling out the piece why not? why not? I know chickens overseas countryside countryside and you still spitting that fake shit why do you say why I can do without teasin this shit why am I sitting? the simple fact is script don't work without at least 30 stitches around the body then you spitting that shit you getting did. that's why in two they hold gats like master pain better keep that banger in your path just to spit on your opposite cause if you snitching on some station doger I'm putting 2 shots in your chest and busting your ass out your Jordan number 2 dress take it to the head first and bust some in your triceps. yeah [Hook] {*scratching*} now after she told you that she said: what the deal is on these niggas? you ain't really feeling these niggas is they all running in your house or is there some more got to them after me, hold your head don't fold stranger inches is how your ass wanna be nowadays lets go pop hop it's in my car or spin in place these niggas out here saying these bitches not blowin up [D-Gotti] my daddy gave me 23,and my mama 24, both 40 a bullet PM, cash seven digit then jumped in the Jag your bitch is a funny feeling nigga Fucked up that's a no-no you should know I got Sunny Fured these hoes for a condoolia Joe, his girl was Angel Now I'm living in Sunnyville, stopped to look in your trunk a few months now You shoulda know my pa, he stole the change from the matin See your boy a fan too, no longer a paid staff member I didn't do it I did what I gotta do, no benefits We hit the mall, then the club I was in all flavors We changing everything from spinners to watches My mom vintage and her moody I'm very brokeabusieic, when I hit the dance floor Lately I've been catching feelings, I play tennis but don't mess with mo' like 50 I'm getting a little paid with no vacation and all I do is smile We rolling city to city dressed up like Bill West and Maus about to dip through your city I was in the club with the barbeque, pa I was drinking wine I was in the Magic Bounce seats, we had about eight minutes maybe made like five A nigga pulls up behind you and whippins Them haters getting mad cause they done fuckingdoing the barbeque I said boo you getting tired, they already done fucking doing the back stage I said after we go make sure that you fucking doing the dance move move And if you got the audacity to continue believe I roll with the flash back It's Mr.Raw right there, I walk you through that back yard And make sure that you a three no hard brothers fucking hard girl [Chorus] {*scratching*} [A.D.O.C.] Back to the back of the club where we like play in the background And we spark this and there's no stopping tec in my back Catch somebody performin something you heard was wack Johnny's playin he goes back and he shows it to the crowd Johnny's gonna get the people hand-picked And once they hand refuse that kid that come then 7-tracks, that's Doug Martinez of thatarts I'm in the back, I got my hair up high Yo I'm the one that's going to get this whole place crunk I might run up on somebody's daughter for christening their dad My breath is 90 proof, I keep a 30 proof stash My breath is an object, that gets heated like a battery Mi use a little plexin, beatings to get farcial vibrate, A.D.O.C. party it up now Show you mufuckas how to do it Get the crowd hype, keep the bitches shaking they ass Take the whole crowd fall like a post-it note Gumshydits milfs, the party is cocksure I keep the girls closing faxes, the party getting bugged I'm gone cause I'm gone, I got ======================================== SAMPLE 84 ======================================== him/her Baby girl Ich muight allow me to handle yah Man nah breast piece fraily I've got it covered with vitamin c She been around the world She got lips like a sparrow's An ass like a beakley It's a pretty sight Standin on the couch dissapear I'm sorry Johnost Prasoro Burnin up your face Matter of fact it was a major dent in the budget Was insane, through the use of police tear gas I was insane, way beyond the point of resort strength Was crazy, but I kept it real Always been there for me when I wasn't Was confused what to do, I learned from everybody If you're gonna do me once Then you can do me once, if you're wanna do me twice Eaundin' column it's another scar that I keep From out of a fairy tale, the way that I live That I am told I am the champ, that is why I'm here Work hard for my kids, cause this life is touldTell Clear my throat, so I can sound all wise Y'all can see right through me How my life was maraudin me, no voice on my mind coholic pirates never figured who was drunkest Was crazy, but I kept it real I'm still very much right, in this ghetto life Don't wanna pretend, don't wana do right It's a beautiful life, have you workin' baby You just need liquor, and plenty of the weed But on the other hand, everybody dyin' at night It's a beautiful life, have you workin' baby You just need liquor, and plenty of the weed But on the other hand, everybody dyin' at night It's a beautiful life, have you workin' baby You just need liquor, and plenty of the weed But on the other hand, ya girl don't give a fuck Artist: Bad Azz Album: Personal Business Song: I Won't Letcha GetHome Typed by: ***@***.*** [Bad Azz] Y'all know who I am, the B. G. Gizzle I'm out the do', pull out the glock and Pistol on my waist I'm juss mad I'm jumpin' out the motherfuckin boat (*gun shot*) Yo I won't letcha get home man I'm wildin' like I'm drillin' new lead You fleack, you ghetto I'm on the west coast, you east coast Shoulda shittin' on you when I blast Till I can't even penetrate but I'm breakin' bread You kissin' my ass this is where it's at You just glad I made it baby you know I'm a maostring You smash this muthafuckin' shit And all I'm thinking about is gettin' high Bitch, I'm supposed to be high, bitch What happened to the girls dreams? To get out the streets and smoke some dank? How do I still get high? Fuck, I don't know I'm just tryna get this cash and these cars I'm just trying to survive, they don't want me to I'm only seventeen dawg, but I made it, I wish they would [Chorus] Yo I won't letcha get home Tell that bitch I told ya We gonna have to trip Just to get a, just to get a, just to get a Goodnight mama I'm a man I gotta... I'm a man I gotta [Bad Azz] Yo I'm the greatest, Big leozoomie I was born in Sing Sing, yo that hoo wee Yo I'm sick of bein in the rain Bad Azz sicko, mister big fakes Like holly up out of his head Mister kyloose, fine Chocolate said ooh Pobelville-poo, getting paid befo' the prettiest Huh, yo bitch is a dookie And she obviously darker than a very large But sheartment on the boss just like a very very large I said "excuse me ma, can I get a little bitpart? (like) I-I got.. I got.. I want... I want... Want all my ladies to have like, a baby like like.. Whoo, I'm so horny, woah oh oh oh Can't believe I'm supposed to be together so great like (oooooooo) I wanna have my babyoooooooooooo ======================================== SAMPLE 85 ======================================== regular tribal chronicles Diamonds Ruthless, grimmace the saint's grandson Aunts welcome to analyze my style realizing my ambition beyond compare Hardship is bliss, in the eye of your competitors Heart of my chauffer his Volvo Words are hollow, his couldn't hold the weight of his passion So he escorted the party to the car lot blowing I guess the point is that I won't hold a job Smoke me crops, sip some orange kiss til I'm blissfully unwell ipped, blown with the seems Is this the life of artists? I struck out balance with a will to kill Woke to a fully loaded rifle and 16 bars Feel the emptiness as enemies scurry away Got a soul per flirt, mind exchanged though the flows At the whisper of a tone upon the reebok stage When did verbs change, what verbs did changes Here in sectional focus, all eyes on Will Smith Who's Cagney? His name is oft forgotten PF Chicks seattle, roll the dice blame it on the ?? People act like it's easy, but they're paying attention To the ducks caught up in the water bumpin animals Rick Ross is a pimp, Black Tats on the beach Stay true to ya buckle, even when the laws crack When aPele.com asked me what I thought of Tha Lowlife I said, "Gravitize" like a bullet, so pass the blunt Bazooka's the way I roll, it's a pleasure And it's heartless to think of a whore from D.C. Drink me tea, lick my waist, quench my thirst Then send your hello to the "Pussypuff Mozzarella" Chorus: {X2} My name is Ak-er my status is mid I'm traveling the world bombing on stages all over the place Who's the bomb? ( ? ) or the Z? ( ? ) Or the King of the Nords? ( ? ) or Prince? ( ? ) And me? it's easy as fuck. We just gotta move along [singing for suckers] [Akinyele] Yo, Who's that walking with a stunt? [singing for suckers] That ferocious and thorough bringing suckers back to the streets [and addressed as "Big Akinyele"] The Z we're really not for common consumption But anyway get wild and start running the streets [singing for suckers] Who want it? WHAT? [Akinyele] I got this underground burst And I'm not a fan of the public eye Fans used to treat me like Bobby Hurstein Now they wanna spend like Wanda I got to have purity or get like Dwayne You got to have STRONG sense of control And dedicate your life to me Because yo, I wanna be what I wanna be The one that you watch while I'm swimming in the sea [singing for suckers] Platinum chain swing {*singing*} This is what it feel like (in position) To (steal) the show {*singing*} This is what it feel like (in position) This is what it feel like (in position) Platinum chain swing [Verse Two: Price] (So Do) Sees of foreign whyte (They Look Like) nipples and tits (They Look Like) Ioes Hopping out the truck (Skiq Pricetyrus, Money Mutation) skins (They Look Like) G-String shirt (And Three Click) Three's strapped in the van (Wiiiiibbs) You try to jump on us? We'll blind you like light (because we all do our thang) My guys rock ice (So Do) Warrior ambassador, no doubt Box of whistlers represent Tha B.G. Spit fire, jump in the now and hit the flo' Yall we runnin out of time and space And back to our six deuce and make sure we catch 'em Them golden brothas wind nummin The endo's lookin kinda fat Look and get mad, at my peoples wit' a brand new gokart One for my Suburban and my Six Deuce (you get two) One for my motory, one for my gin, man (you get all three) I forgot to mention That my Motormotive got a street caller [Chorus: Tash Mahogany] Ooh, why don't you take your nine and lay it on the bed Ooh, why don't you take your nine and lay it ======================================== SAMPLE 86 ======================================== . Can't keep their feet wet You're a wet dreamer, man, what you gonna do When I say the fingersThese are bent and times their raaaas May we turn these streets to leaves [Verse 1] Why can't niggas be friends? (yo) When i was younger snitchin' (yo) Used yo bullshit (yo) Thinkin' it's alright now (yo) Ima kill these niggas (yo) Had respect for they stood down (forwhat) I'm a real street nigga don't mean a farm Better yet I'm steady dodgin' the pen You trust me (so do you) I keep it crackin but (I do) If I don't trust you then I don't call, (yo, yo, yo, yo) This ain't reality (Pussy) Talkin' shit (Pussy) I do this shit (lets go) Gonna miss you, baby (I miss you) But not Taker but notaker but not Ok, I'm back, time again for ya To take a moment And best believe your time is near I son but you know I'm talking to my son I'm the realest The one that there bring up Me on this here because I'm feeling myself I feel myself face to face every day Me on this here because you know how we are You on this here cause I'm feeling myself You won't be with me at all Me on this here because I'm feeling myself You won't be with me at all Me won't be around until I'm twenty-two And you won't be around until I'm thirty-two And you won't be around until I'm older Better yet you could catch me by my thang When I give you that thot you niggas hear me brag on TV That Play BoyQuote, that was a trip That was a hold down Hoppin'Gipper, pocket full of hundreds On the counter in the store bought a new Rari That Playboys respect... so I tell them all If you don't like me ha, then leave your soul in the cold If you don't like me then you don't need a clue Playboy life is real to me Hook: Hey Maejor you ain't fake, you fake like that Maejor: Yeah, Maejor You ready to go to war with the Funny it took to get you this far But you know you're too hot for me Hey looky let me uh, I got you Just give this nigga Khaled a chopper and Hand me the strap so I can run away Baby Khaled: Yeah, I'm ready, to take this to the grave Maejor, just call me by that new J, the hypnotist, hypnotist yeah, I'm goin' crazy With these legs uh, I'm tryna strum'n aalla Yeah, I beg ya pardon? These girl they wanna do These major college accreditation This is G.D. baby V.I.P. But wanna play doo doo doo doo But tell your friends to holla at the don My DJ Amil be slappin' him My baby D.C. you hear me Amil? This track is top of the line shit And I ain't goin' to court I say fuck a nigga and go puff one of these Hook Artist: Amil f/ Carl Thomas Album: All Money is Legal Song: My Place Typed by: ***@***.*** [(Guddin T) & (Buddin T)Man,Women] [(Buddin T)Man,Women] Artist: (Akinyele) Album: Who Got It?! Song: My Music Typed by: ***@***.*** [Intro) Love-John Jones It's yours It's yours, homie [Verse 1) Nicky D mayne been my stepfather since day one I remember you, my soul attached I remember you, callin' me your old ho I remember you, live what you told me Don't need a man, who understand He created us, to run this world How we live, in times of trouble Through rappers and songbirds, you Ho [Hook] So man ======================================== SAMPLE 87 ======================================== Iceberg, Screech, Diamondback, on the brink of cancer Yo, how could I be cast? (What happened?!!) I do the math, math of a Begga & C major Break your family, and your whole Damian Break your brother, your whole Damian I'm just like a warrior, I'm like a cosmic being And I'm full of Indian when it comes to laughter [Chorus] [B.G.] Before I go to sleep, I like to sleep with my brothers Smellin fuckin gas with my peoples, drinkin Belize Then wake up in the morning with my dogs beside me Makin my mark anywhere my gums get hit And I'ma do it every night of the week [Chorus] [B.G. ad libs] Artist: B.G. Album: Checkmate Song: To My People Typed by: ***@***.*** [B.G.] Get you a glock or nigga style, you disrespect Gotta get your motherfuckin style and get got You can't fuck where your clean ass niggas live Buck you gonna sight me Unless you tell me flip bitch you must be drinkin Bacardi Every nigga that I fuck with got a flicker Come on wonder why I bless ya head, my nigga Homey I'm all about a cluck and a buck I'm a nigga bout my gun cluck and lick Nigga doubt it train and get paid It's ya fault so be quick to draw You ain't gotta question me my nigga I'm the original I'm a fool without it cause I'm outchea If ya ain't got it I'm the original (Hook-2x [B.G.]) I'm thorough, when I bless ya town Paid In Full representin' the Buggas In the foreign when I ride wit you hoes (my town) Gotta have that buster representin' out that state That guard that they're riding in Or they're atop a caprice with a set of rock eaters (my town) Come on, (if ya) test theokers Ex change, expired, I gotta start acting Got the bell-on, and theadem Potts, all wit me (my, my, my) Duce, he cute, I might just slap him for bumpin But if you try to do me, you better ask beavis (Hook [B.G.]) Little big red big red head I ride top-notch ass In a Lex truck In the club If ya want a cousin, come and get the buster If ya want a cousin, come and get the buster [B.G.] If you ask to duke me And ya see me Bitch-ass gonna dart-dock In a Chevy In a Chevy In a Chevy Bitch-ass gonna do ya In a Chevy Bitch-ass gonna do ya [4th Ward Ross] When I get paid Be on my knees All my niggas say oh he's that funny They're funny def what I said Somebody say oh he's that funny They're funny def what I said Somebody say oh he's that funny We got the same nose We got the same tongue Like a basketball game Even though I hate the game I pay attention And keep a nigga on the tip of my shit Lemme give you a clue You playing in my zone Nigga you's a frat rat A nigga who don't play I payed a price I walked it off and I paided the price I bought a Lam' Midaz 'Nother one is a Bronco Bronco Bruce Wayne is the Wait'n The people's cat 'bout to try and stop this Cubs, White-coffe records Bitch you're played out You're played out This pussy is thick Man this pussy is thick Man this pussy is thick How the fuck is you a nigga A nigga named 'Zino' That's a short young thing Who the fuck is you I can see my fucking ears up I'm fucking tired of games I'm fucking rich off of hand-outs Trying to feed my people Black people don't take these chickens Five foot three, small breast, you can get it The silence is no-onsense Bitch why don't you have said You ======================================== SAMPLE 88 ======================================== Where I'm honest windows muthafuckin' smoke (I'm on top the world) (I'm) South side bitch ass niggas get lit (I'm going down) (I'm daily) (Chrome coupe on chrome) [x2] Artist: A.B. Crew f/ Street Money Album: Street Money Song: Killa Bee Swarm Typed by: ***@***.*** * send corrections to the typist [A.B. W/Wolfram 'Bigger Things 'Scratching Chorus] This thing was never does, it was just stunnin' and buzzin' walkin' and keepin' and keepin' ... what? [Wolfram 'Bigger Things 'Talking Chant ] Wenn beppin' who they spoke to Eyeball long with a swarm of hell with a mouth to choke They even drove up on my block put a couple grenades in the coach with the drummer, bass drum deep and the music stumping I had a long talk with Screw, and he said "ohhhh" and this kid is incredible! This kid is from the Kemet school a little kid at theadel millenium a half linto, an astro, somethin' like these one and only child, listen to the symphony with an avenue that runs beneath the horizon the war was on, look alive, it's like an aeronautic ride [Big Gemini] (Verse 1) Just another frunt and the chinchilla is enflame as the wind feels lava when its pressures the gentle giant with the gentle star stomach turns and gets warmed, its like wishful thinking its like tryin' to sleep, you never know when you will awake turning corners of the globe, the stratosphere kneels and looks to the west to remind us why we need an attitude, an attitude that is selfless the other side is a misguide a mischievous one that's more with it like a polarity the west coast magician turned diplomat tried to dis sense but masterying ways, malice on one's guard of war an ancient Legend like Trojans the World of Efra andfull limbs recreation with reruns, reruns, reruns the world then deforms as each trait exposes entity grasping your thinkin' your failed state of mind rewards are spent trying to segregate your needs gotta communicate with your mouth not just your words or your words alone your something you must consume (Verse 2) I'm an convert an who mute friends andates with patterns noism is for imaginary people who don't understand my advice, pray to Esra you'll miss the point of my mysticism concrete blocks with stinking people with minds too clouded by hate and mind control mind attack mind poisoned the water with blue sand where poisonous snakes fuck your climate down to a river of zero mysterious mirrors chromebathes and other such creatures fear to cover up moonlight the abbot dreams of an amete are so shallow that abbot blink instead of dealin' with it, it's talkin' tolu that's why I trick your chandelier and tell you, build a better wall of glass. You'll have to mind your mouth to hide a mind of your own I'm dropping as low as that my country, home to Spain I'm a take you back my done quotes From when I was young inaba bola flowing in the valley of the 808 (Scratching) (5x) "There's a message left for you" Artist: Aesop Rock Album: The Impossible Kid Song: aren't (-takin'-a-shu') Typed by: AZ Lyrics Don't (-takin'- ======================================== SAMPLE 89 ======================================== in the dollar score hangin around your buildin Fact, it's Kamachi and Connect Four, ain't nothing changed Whether you citizens or corporate Thugs, beating you down See ,that's how we stay down Hot Boy, I'm the Hot Boy, and you know the deal See behind me the neck of the woods Niggas still checkin me and them, and they Ran around my money like, who is that? Even these haters know the deal, so See the H cause the W, connects well And when I, run around catch a hold Hand behind my head, you're on the wall like Bitch niggas be tryin to get it So they, wanna clip and catch me slippin But I'm quick to flip like, what I gots ta have my cake when you come to the party, and we can get it on Cause niggas don't want to leave, up on the到一都準 Summertime is on some [Chorus] Artist: Big Pokey f/ Mobtsyle Album: Da Sky's Da Limit Song: Groupie Hard Typed by: Lil Hustle [Chorus - 2x] I don't keep her, I don't love her, yeah I gots to keep it, her ass need it Ayy or ayy, ayy, ayy I don't put my finger on it, I just slam it hard Let me show you, what the connection is [Big Pokey] I can be the pretty Alka-austr Get it back like this was produced by the acrobat Back in the day I pushed the crate hard Back in the day I pushed the crate hard If it wasn't for the streets then I'd be yelling "Ain't even poppin!" Play the swag and I sure as hell wouldn't give it Complex rhymer like sneaker no failure to scratch G selection, no coupons Cut the cut with the collar, since it's a public shop It's a simple act to get played If you're gonna take it, take it past the shelf Take a ride If you're looking for the real part If you're looking for the real part [Chorus - 2x] [Big Ed] I'm from the city of licks People swings low to the face for you and you end up Getting a lot of doe and I like to stack a lot of doe The girls love to pull my card I know and they tell me the do is down True honey thick the type to flip and dump On the floor, on the table, in the couch At the table, be up to five G's a day I use to fuck the one boo that gets me to drink The one boo boo freak that got me all dreaming So we part the never side Meanwhile I think about that last verse And what I said last time, made you pay double Oh no. I will never do it again If it's out of my mind I'ma buy you a car You pay double for the wine I will bring you a barrel The more I do, the more liquid I make The more it does [Chorus - 2x] [Baby Blak] Looking back on it, maybe too later on Cause our love is the bomb baby, bust it open It's probably extra deep baby, but is that extra please Gotta keep it garter belt bangin' Your body's amazing, my girlfriend too Now we're bone and board and chicken wings And some fried rice and shrimp waffles So when we get lonely you always say I love you Sometimes I swear you take me for myself Sometimes I swear you take me for your ride Why? [Chorus - 2x] [Mussilini] They say it's so lonely at the top of the food chain Hit it like that, hold your hand Sit on that, your certified no works better Your body's got meaning, my name is Mussilini I get +Pulled+ in skirts, yo these don't match the S-C It's Don Trump, I fill you up fast and you take it slow My New Orleanan lives on, know I gotta say this That I'm out to get the bigger things Every city's a prison, but livin' in the hood Got a college education, I take it easy Rap niggas�?, the type that'll hit you on the track And then work ya magic trick You got a girl, ======================================== SAMPLE 90 ======================================== wrote the book, did the book, but she knew the pace And in the ride here's where I'm from, like, "What up, sweetheart? Keep my distance from you, you know my pace I'm sane butIf I'm writing on a line or two I keep my vision on the edge, open wide Until you hear me say, 'Here I come, again and again'" [O-Rex] I'm the type of nigga that don't take drugs Nigga talk for nine-to-five Six-to-five I ain't gonna move for you if you ain't got me goin' I'm leavin' in this thang, cause you know I'ma fuck around and see what happens It's only fair Cause if it could happen then they would take that trip Artist: Aceyalone Album: Arch Nemesis Song: agara Typed by: ***@***.*** [Intro] All of a sudden The stars Are alignin' [Chorus] All of a sudden The five stars Are alignin' [Verse 1] Hey Everyday I'm feelin' like I'm in a parallel planet I can be anywhere, I can hide wherever I want And I can do whatever you like on my mind And it's a crazy thing man If you define it wrong You can get every galaxy on a one-shot Hey, if I pull all the cards you Show me a pony, please I can show you the cards you want, I can show you the dollars And tell you that I love you when I'm there I can show you the keys to your dream Cause all it sounds like [Chorus] All of a sudden The five stars Are alignin' [Verse 2] Hey, before youWrite a verse I want you to feel part of me My name is A-horn What I get you when I speak is insane We speak common tongues but I can't write you up in your hall Cause I'm prayin for you to get the message Just as long as you don't get it wrong We be in a hour, a hour-five I'll be in the back ashtray Singing to you while you're sleeping Partially praying for older heads But you don't know where you'll be when you get older What I mean is [Chorus] All of a sudden The star clusters are alignin' [Break] Artist: Anotha Level Album: Arch Nemesis Song: What's A Love Song Typed by: ***@***.*** [Verse One] [Thalia Caines] I'm in the land where birds are restless And cold metal the frame My worries grow short of worries at best Me I build up over these girl like roses Can't resist haters or God invite it Flower hand lyrics foretold in dark pens And drowned in the stream of my now wifey un+uns caskets Cool as a thour blend with the rest of the liquor Still smilin while I'm chillin there's no one to catch a break And that'samin on my chest, a fact I'm pulled over drunk, still lookin over my shoulder Barely breathin, just the two of us A little more wine and some bottles of cogn Should really be kept Just know my little secret [Verse Two] [Sean Boake] I remember way back when I was livin true My debut story was a ten year bid In fifteen less than fifteen That's from back in the day All my closest friends dine Legs on the ground Like hibiscus, they all smokin hay Or might be said to like everything fried up Beef ain't a problem in the county Or in the precinct, CNN The news is that it's Horn ofwood Is alarmed you're needed Cause wax heats up The average person can't handle it The mind is dirty A needle in the vein With a needle in the world A stump for sale Becomes a host A witness Arentrogen, then arrested for felony You don't stand a chance AStanstead students Many from the potterwick College Hill Can't wait for regt Places to burn your ashes To the point where you could ride Apassure, status felt at ease Words to the face showed ======================================== SAMPLE 91 ======================================== are That's what I yell- Y! (ay!) [ Saafir ] For the first time in life There's a point in {I get higher when the ocean's)... No joke though when anything's not right There's honesty to be honestly said and many lessons to be taught For the first time in life I got an angle And it's polar caps on end That's where I started The four-ski-four In the water, in the minds of sharks Two - sent to give you +Thrusted+ brains, you're just as Different and strange as {*waves of hypnosis buzzed up all around the bed} And it's {*waves of floating acid infected laughter*} And it's {*waves of devastated blissecho*} And it's {*waves of hobbling effort failed toMr. horrify the audience. applause} Repeat throughout Bahamadia [ *DJ Daryl cuts and scratches 2X ] When I step in the bathroom stall With a dumb look on and then legs showing some more Big booty bangin on the D, it's {*waves of hypnosis flashed to life. --> +Life's Great DJ Daryl*} Once again, ( once again!) You out the gate, we're in trouble - {*waves of Hypnosis came on again} Has the{*"manslaughter!"*} And you (?) in the beginning - {*waves of Hypnosis came on again} And after all that said - {*waves of hypnosis came on again} [ *DJ Daryl cuts and scratches 2X ] Once again {*repeats as video cuts*} Once again {*repeats as video cuts*} [ *DJ Daryl cuts and scratches 2X ] It's now-and-then again How do I dodge MC-dear {*waves of hypnosis came on again} It's bad that I'm hardly ever paid A quarter to the rim on the floor I'm Dumped the top-notch FUBU belt-fucked world on your Gone ain't gotta ask cause I ain't gotta ask! It's - {*waves of hypnosis came on again} It's now-and-then again How do I dodge MC-dear {*waves of hypnosis came on again} It's Bad that I'm hardly ever paid A quarter to the rim on the floor I'm Dumped the top-notch FUBU belt-fucked world on your Gone ain't gotta ask! [ *DJ Daryl cuts and scratches 2X ] Once again {*repeats as video cuts*} Artist: Richie Rich f/ The Outlawz Album: Out Lawz Song: Get Em Up Typed by: Lil Hustle [Perfette] HOOK] I'll make you scream it if the beat ain't right If I find you, I'm breaking your heart When you see me doin' it, you wild out and leavin When I be on your block, you better get up And start shittin' out, and breakin' your neck I'm strong enough to knock downAny hood you get up Struggling to care, why you trying to whine You see us on the block, you see us on the streets In the clubs, we shittin' and we shittin' I want it of us if you want it And I want you to get it from a friend You know what's up, if your hit it then your next shit I got a hit it, I'ma slap it, I'ma hit it And if you got a problem with me, I'ma talk it to you [Hook] Get em up (Get em up) Get em up (Get em up) Get em up (Get em up) Get em up (x2) [Billy Cook] See the fliest women, the ones that don't act hard The ones that take turns after they want sex After all they earn, makes them what they never were Expect nothing, of what a nigga gets Let his body heat, maintainin' your soul Can't nobody do it better, than your homies Forte most need security Never knew that you could depend on your career To reach people, without having torifice The people, to reach you You better ask somebody (they) Why you wanna lose, (why) why you wanna see a cyph That's God, limb and hand Don't make him have to spend it, that's self That's peace [Hook ======================================== SAMPLE 92 ======================================== asa hesitated liberalforce maybe sn clever at crafty whining I follow the march, which in my spongy autotune be modulated Who blaze the trails for individuals caught up in the link Ludicrousypicalypical hip-hop plastic Aliby and morbidly yours, fuck it your style plastic I spit holy water, sterile, common, common That makes the clique's leader fled to the bushes, bum, bum I rub it in Make him bleed Jot it in blood Ill enough to eat but my special embers leave a scar Like (?) Joe Dirt, I snatch the gold and we past tense [C-Murder] I'm mad at you plastic You're too real You sound like Ray Lewis I pass you torch positions Your principle is too famous Every move you throw is instant either hook shots or you blitz I spent a milly cuz coo yo tha wave is too late Aiy yo how you plan to win I'm trying to build a case like a parent Do my work Mother Mother let your kid hit the public It's a total package, too plastic And I figure that I could wreck it Clean and tumble in a Jag One of the four and a half Quickly show you what a gangsta really is Spit a rhyme sometimes middle one How this little syrup doin' dogg That got you feeling like a lesbian Married to the dough, you finally feel like a queen You sugar coat your run Tell your team just do it Don't talk about it You're the realest to come through Like Ew, ever since Iouched ground You can't hold up the defense [Shabazz the Rapper] Bounce, bounce She got beauty all in her bloodstream When you get me, I'ma sip a little dank fromared Pumped, I'ma rickety-rickety dance to this beat (You page to this beat) She got beauty all in her bloodstream When you get me, I'ma sip a little dank fromared Pumped, I'ma rickety-rickety dance to this beat [A$AP Twelvyy] She got beauty all in her bloodstream When you get me, I'ma sip a little dank fromared Pumped, I'ma rickety-rickety dance to this beat (You page to this beat) She got beauty all in her bloodstream When you get me, I'ma sip a little dank fromared Pumped, I'ma rickety-rickety dance to this beat Artist: A$AP Mob f/ Flatbush Zombies Album: Lords Never Worry Song: Bicker up Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Intro] Man I'm sick of this bullshit And I'm sick of my own cousin I'm sick of somebody hatin' on my own I'm sick of people cryin' 'til they can't even move they body I'm sick of people fightin' 'til they can't lose they soul I'm sick of people tryna cuff a nigga I'm sick of niggas who passed me down tonight I'm more than qualified Knowin' I'm more than legend feel the pain Been there done that, what you fear most? What you fear most, that's my truth I come from the city My first home If I could only get a little bit of this I'd be far away like moonshot in a moon Young, flyin' thing and I'm givin' niggas visions And I like to dress well they say it's tight Got country livin' and we grooving Got mansion, stacks up and we grooving It's our day so it's here Where you get it at Where you get it at Where you get it at But I won't hear you voice my cell I don't ever want her anywhere I don't ever want her anywhere I don't ever want her [Verse 1] Hi I'm just a nigga, my shitstickin' What nigga what I am you a fuckin' ass nigga Bitch I'm bad business, how can I spit Only thing that I know About the business that I be in Besides, I been gettin' a buzz And they these lames All of they city, then we in the hood Wait til we make it to legal, then we legal As long, as I can serve it to you I'm just trying to leave a legacy ======================================== SAMPLE 93 ======================================== But we will hit ya And bring SP on down Nigga you Artist: Big Pokey f/ C-Murder, Thor Album: Hardest Pit in the Litter Song: Freestyle Typed by: Lil Hustle [Big Pokey] I live and die for it, Big Ron '85 Live and die, go Ed Fire O, P. Diddy '98 '99 The Mack - Ice Ice '98 M-O-E - Big Ron '85, C-Murder and crew Go - 2 South, 2 South, just 2 Souths Mashin on the mic while I'm - Freeway, 2 South, 3 [Chorus: male singer - 2X] Lock it up, bitch, drop it Staggerstick throw it, shake it Fake pimps and hoes, and they all [Big Pokey] I'm thugged-out, with a pocket full of punch bars Bang this, I got a jab to the head Disrespect me, you'll be bowlegged Cock back the four, I cock back the S-P Now stop, don't be mad at me Back it up, back it up If you all five pound, I'm juuging) [4x] [C-Murder] You ain't nothing average, you a damn fool No load to load, try me Ballin out, lined up with the hammer Go 'head and run 'em, police came to swill me Even when I'm swoll, I got my five [or is that a swi'?] 6 figgas on my shoulder, baby I'm about to pop five All my friends think I'm crazy, I ain't turning down no mo' I'ma chill, lay it down when I'm in that stretch Get the Benz, them niggas need to ease up, oh so Run it til I fall, rolling with the hoes so It's going down, with the wall runner and her friends Catch me one night in the year 2000 I'm a fool, still swerving in and out of lanes While I keep my move cold kept and go and chill Get the hoes that I want, I'm gon give that to Do what I do while I'm getting hosed and I'm letting go [Chorus] [Verse 3: Big Pokey] MF it don't get no realer than I'm bringing the violence but don't call it cause it ain't no thang It's a extension, beyond, ecstasy Brution, when you involved you could get hurt Aint no stoppin us, we lace bars and medallions Love I spread rain orica, like a bomb on napalm Fix your collar bone, fix your wrist, ring home and drop law Fix your teeth, ring home and drop jawline Fix your smile, ring home and drop your stripe Diamondls stop heart attack, give you what you feeling Put you six feet under, cause you lulled to sleep [C-Murder] Now fix your wrist, fix your wrist Now put a ring on your ring [and drop, drop] Ain't no fucking stoppin us Go fly, go fly Now fix your hoe, fix your hoe Now put a ring on your hoe [and drop, drop] Ain't no fucking stoppin us Go fly, go fly [Bridge 2: Big Ed (Big Ed)] Put your hoes in memory andoria When I get to heaven, then my mind can't model (And my mind can't model) I'm a real nigga, you might go join the Pharoahs (We too many can't maintain) But you still ratchet, fuck a fade [Chorus] [fixing] Fuck the label, fuckin with the game Fuck the process, this bullshit is too real I'd rather go to jail for months and plead under oath Servin life, you see I'mma give it to you now This a crock bullion, bought the knock offs Now my money is all shore to date Might as well blame it on the waitress The freaker saidCount your blessings, I'm up in the sky I got the fix you might as well, cause I fix it Cop the pay off the Cuban, fold the bills off Play your game right, play your game wrong A hoise night, a hoise night, a hoise night [Chorus] Artist: Big ======================================== SAMPLE 94 ======================================== The perfect time to drop some sense in your pupils Enterprising because your whole squad are fire Fire a tuning cap you like to chase You with them big fire trucks that's trying to get to the top Fireproof succeed with T50 I'm a million dollar trigger Got these bulletproof succeed with a flame T50 when fully charged And we kill these motherfuckers with a hot flame Fireproof succeed with a flame T50 when fully charged And we kill these motherfuckers with a flame T50 when fully charged And we kill these motherfuckers with a flame [Beanie Mac] Aye Mike, you should've watched us Better woke up, GPSy, GPSy Swore we all fucked you up [Bridge] [Chorus] [Jay-Ski] Its just one of these days, I'ma scream it like I'm Michael Tyler Beanie Mac and all these rap cats, they stunted Who got the vapors, the jet ski skis, they gpsy All these women, the one's that will kill a bitch Who got the torch, set it lit And air that out, like a dutch Who got the torch, stop, smoke a Dutch 10 thousand dollars on the corner, same spot Give me the watch, and the watchaun Regardless, I got the shit for two And you, you know I'ma give you some I'm the state of the art, it's not on my smart In all the latest information, it'll be in a long line And I got to stack a whole bag Fire proof succeed with a flame T50 when fully charged And we kill these motherfuckers with a flame T50 when fully charged And we kill these motherfuckers with a flame T50 when fully charged And we kill these motherfuckers with a flame [Bridge] Artist: Billy Cook f/ H.A.W.K., Meechie Album: The Truth Song: Drama Typed by: Lil Hustle [Hook] These haters, wanna hate this drama But we gon keep it fuckin like them all these niggaz [Billy Cook] These haters, wanna hate this drama But we gon keep it fuckin like them all these niggaz [H.A.W.K.] Hater we got drama, don't need drama for this drama See H.A.W.K. gon have drama, aint nothin but drama And I'm gon let you judge everything I see See H.A.W.K. got drama, don't need drama for this drama And I'm gon let you judge me, everything I got You feel me? I'm just tryna let you have your say You gon feel me, you gon feel me You gon feel me, you gon feel me You gon feel me [H.A.W.K.] These haters, they wanna lose the logo To me, H-A-d-a-l-K-A-N I put a hole in they body, they don't call me H-U-T I'm not machnicious, but at times it's quite painless Look at my pages, I be havin fun But you can catch me in the park shootin fun Billy Cook Superstar, magnificent A young balla, with the glove of finisher In yay, this game don't exist to me So don't mess around with big H.A.W.K. See, see H.A.W.K. all my niggas is worth It's alot of money when you come to America And I can't be caught up in the same game I been through a whole too-far K danger on you cats, this theme is gon hold Loaded loaded fully, the He-Man Feel the vibe, oh you gone be saved, for real I'm a put this black steel world of coal in your spine I'm like Freddie Mitchell with a barrel to swang So when you see me, wave your family bye When you say my name, heed my words I can do so much damage, I can kill Catch me where the enemy is greatest That's why I keep moving through your mind [Hook] [Meechie] Billy Cook legacy, Meech legacy Billy and I are two sides, just about that One side be real, and I'm both Mighty Meech And one big baby mean joeyee soldier That's the way ======================================== SAMPLE 95 ======================================== but it's just reality cause the time tick Boosted by a gamble made with the casino dust Who's rockin the most dere-free on Earth Was it the [?] because she was rocking her helicop? Talkin pigeons picture perfects with the figgas A minute puffin mikes over spilled mo' Dumb bastard youth nowadays in my head Tryin to relate put a toke in the mix Achiebing degrees scrapes my skeleton like prune pie I'm wildin high consumption of vodka Cup of lobsters pulled over on the police chase All bad cause a nigga chose to suck a ho I guess my dick case don't look good if I'm hittin the door All in my city tryin to find me some darlin Dead end says I'm no scrub but I've got a boar License on the grill was issued cause a nigga ruff on my hair cause a nigga ruff on my hooose How I gotta be for my my roaches? Stay on focus with the murda on the run Park the ??? cuz I don't really care And help that ho out of no parole before go' ate [Chorus] [Verse 3: Shaggy 2 Dope] Don't love ya boarder, 5'9" dancer Hang out with big dickies on a Friday Co- worker, si the hot girl deared to go Face no games, just the facts of life And the metro in my mind, ghetto, Ville ready to trip Put a face to the girls, just some fine girls will do If you ready to bounce, just make sure you got that package No love is complete, only real men follow And the drama and game that you explain, it's a dit of life So we gotta keep you curious while you bros, hold your head high I know you cry over the phone, through the radio But you go home like(??crying??????) Sing everyday like the world is alright [Verse 4: Jim Jones] I'm Jim Jones, but not a situation In this back street where the fame take place Jim Jones is a three story complex built in the hood Where the fame take place, the girls take shit And the heavy metal in this town make beautiful things Hard times, tough road, you're looking at a Hardtop A destination where killers use Glocks Recognize and get right, you're looking at a nice tummy And the weight of the world is what's happening, we're in this shit And bubblegum pop, nigga your tummy's always being ripped Fucked up you thought you had the whole thing, these hoes Don't want your business lost or nothing Cocked up, they've setting it off Catch you while you're at it but you're switching it out Shorty make the ass soft, that ass soft The world is yours once you get off South Central [Chorus] Artist: Jim Jones f/trainor Album: Ken Murray Music Song: Smoke Sucks Typed by: ***@***.*** [Chorus - Eddie Murphy] One time for your smoke sucks (smokinSA) To the taste of ya soldiers (fucking around you can do that to me) (fucking around you can do that to me) (fucking around you can do that to me) [Verse 1 - Eddie Murphy] Invest in ya nine or something Got me giving out smoke to hits As I step to the microphone Taking y'all by the balls Like rolling dice, roll dice roll dice Choke playing, rolling dice When theucha to the top explode Just like thought we'll never explode Got me missing senses My people is dead, my mind is lost Like waiting for a ride, taking off like sexing Ducking the cops, it's turn me around More cactus, bent you in They rush to the front like drug selling But they know full well That I will be through before I get through I go to get it and that's the real pimping Come through like (?) Weak like that shit, but something better this time I go and get your flat She ask me why I'm getting your dough I tell her that I'm a number one spot That I recommend, (? dedicate it to) Something like (?) when she sits on my lap Like (?) when she's in my lap (Church!) I can't allow it! No we don't have to do that ======================================== SAMPLE 96 ======================================== got me spinning in my trunk, screech Gotta clip battery cable, bezzelined and dipped Hopped out the fo' do' threw the plastic down Dirty faded hood rats in the cut Hatin' on me reminds me of the others Who ride with drawguards and nothing but guns So I feel up the shingles are triggers Mustard is so potent I'll crack ya dome And rock the gill, smooth and fully Lung taking it down to the valley Do what I'ma gotta till my chick drop It's me and mine till the end of the night Aint no need for waiting if you can't see That its like we hanging on tight I let my tre witness's sweat the passed young scrap Bullets flyin' from my left eye let you see That's where I'm shotty, that's why they called me miracle And if you talkin' shit I'ma yell it faster That's how its goin' down right buddy [Chorus] w/ minor variations [Colby O'Donne] You know de boy cw the Serious Motherz Aint no ex-ugwC Shot me once I was talkin' shit I was talkin' shit I was talkin' shit I wasn't talkin' shit, aint no 2000 Aint no change Aint no change They burnin' my name up Crazy O Big Boss Dime Coz up Now I'm hot Young G Raw Oy off That's from the back Where I been My girl misses me An hour Since sheLast seen me I've been wallin' offHer pussy I've been told Demi Moorezucka keep the weed between their brows Oh no I cant Know A brother name Pill Miss I damn sure know Youngblood A mama name Youngblood Is fordy Youngblood A mama name New York [Chorus] w/ minor variations [Colby O'Donne] Aint no love down here Just a thug's dream A baby's life for her She love when he thug it And she love when he thug it She love when he thug it He thug it, she love when he thug it She love when he thug it He scuffle it She squirt it And she ruffle it And she ear knock it And she knock it This rhymes and that [Hook] w/ minor variations [Verse 2: Young Wayne] I've been told da game they wan' De kiss dem again and again de bwoyde rolex yes that is fine Afroman de man de girl dem a walk and talk Was met with a lotta hostility Well let me find out hoes and loot Ain't a thing When I cruise in a party De gal de gal deh boy a wine Ain't nobody jivin' up How dehuy bad man bad man De gal de gal deh boy a wine Ain't nobody jivin' up De gal de gal deh boy a wine Dehuy hell no Ain't nothing bad But de gal de gal deh boy a wine Ain't nobody jivin' up De gal de gal deh boy a wine Ain't nobody jivin' up [Chorus] w/ minor variations [Verse 3: Richie Rich] you see this life De gal dem rollin' on de goose You have a livin' of your voice Through the mouth Hni lets watch this Game is tough Through the mouth Through the mouth You aint got no clue You aint got no clue You aint got no clue You aint got no clue [Colin O'Haffler] De gal dem know dem well Cde a mich nah' chow Do you nuh haffi billy club When dem a see you pon dop dop Tell dem truey what yah haffi be Bawty nuh billy billy billy Yuh see pussy nuh free When dem wanna knock it off When dem wanna cocky weh them just holla back Caw caw weh dem a bust it off Dem a talk a lak weh dem a talka That's how it go De gal dem rollin' De gal dem talkin' De gal dem rollin' (Verse 1) [Mr. C] This a the life of a player ======================================== SAMPLE 97 ======================================== a lone wolf Each soul need a New Eve to get them I'm seein' platoon parties every hour For christ sake sake, I live by the knife And die by the gun, peace everywhere But it's rare for me to be anvious andceptive Like Harry Houdini, of musical nights Big bangin backs, that don't matter, slash Provaratin' to the chase, you're in trouble every time Knockin' heads off your shoulders, you're about to be named names Crazy hot and nubby, lip bastard that really don'tfit Catch you cheap-handin' tricks on _CollegeHumortech_ The rap brother, catchin' your act up on my end Heart of a hustla, catchin' every danger you can imagine Somebody clockin' kilos, blowin' like windex The G-H-E-T-T-O-O-D-E-L The world class juggalo, speakin' the new talk Everybody speaks the truth, it's only logical Everything in between, maintainin' my shit You got it fucked up, better hustle to get yo's right Don't sleep, when I speak on the mic See, I gets money for my blunts and my slang Watch out for hyphenated lines in sentences A fool to ass I'll send your ass to prom straight to the abyss [VERSE THREE] Change up the game, different types of effects They be like, can you stop me can you stop me Half keys quicker, half keys more flamme-fire Flameslide's, flappin' can you can't catch me No worries, now the focus is on what's important Flameslide's, flamme-fire Fire again, sees the clouds and storms Don't try to mislead, I bring the passion [CHORUS] Lights out, sparkin' again Comes on through the back door All bums alive, I said 'LET'Z BE HEARDIN' (Close your eyes fly low) You know what it's like... Artist: 2 Low f/ Mellow Max, Noke D Album: Funky Lil Mama Song: I Gotta Have It Typed by: ***@***.*** [ Noke D ] I Gotta Have It, baby I Gotta Have It, baby I Gotta Have It, baby I Gotta Have It, baby I Gotta Have It, baby [ Verse One: Mellow Max ] I gotta have it, kush, got me an ounce to fill Chillin still smokin blunts in the back seat Still runnin from jake, to stam'in bottles in the cooler I'm straight stabbin, no joke, I'll be tappin and bombin Still pullin that trigger when the pistol pullin Steady makin that bread, even if it hurts well Some of them hit just to get by, but most just to make ends It's still about they meals, your clothes and blessings You either ball or make money - sometimes, you lose your head I can't stress enough, I lost my dog when I was too deep And who really rides the 4 is somebody else I'm wreckinnotes on the digital tape I got And oh yeah, I'm cool though, I feel good Some of you ladies like, "I wanna feel good" I'll buy you a J. James Or a Go-Kart, if you like wine, drop a body If you got it, drop a few more These are the rules you must observe, when I'm on the mic (I Gotta Have It) So you can come aks out, hold a piece I'mma dance it down +Baby+, where you chillin at {I Gotta Have It} [Chorus: Mellow Max] I Gotta Have it, gotta have it I Gotta Have It, gotta have it I Gotta Have It, gotta have it I Gotta Have It, gotta have it I Gotta Have It, gotta have it [ Noke-D ] I Gotta Have it, when they get 10,000 Since they let me pull the trigger It's on, so peep the O.G. Style I grew up in the Caddy, of the boogie block Swingin with D-crack, mackin a K He kinda hated on me, but I still heeded him I Gotta Have it now, ain ======================================== SAMPLE 98 ======================================== analogy Back to Eastwicky and the house slipper Me stash money in oak, ride dirty in dirty gear I'm sniffing glue to keep from busting (CR-C-C-C potential, Dion) 0-0-0-0? - 30 with the stick 0-0-0-0 (x16) [Verse 2: Ant Banks] It's Banks kid, I'm fresh out the cage Shoutin' out to the Bisset throwin out the mic Pause it ain't Dion Pause it wasn't 50 Pause it wasn't 50 Pause it wasn't I don't wanna waste another minute Pause it won't allow 50 I wanna put my stress in a bin Stuck in the mud This ain't the life I had I wanna live it I wanna put my years in microfilm It ain't right Congratulations I'll pass it like you want themouse I ain't waiting I ain't fantasizing Heard you could be a rapper Laugh it off, but know I'm fantasizing I'm very, very high Shootin' for the moon but it's in the sky You know I'm clutching Thetin ammunition That's all I got That's all I'll get I think I'm on the brink Nigga I'm dying I'm dying [Chorus: X4] {*scratched: "Not to scale!"*} Nah, bitch, that's wack Nah, bitch, that's wack Pull the automatic and get back" Nah, bitch, that's wack Pull the automatic and beat Nah, bitch, that's wack Nah, fuck! [Verse 3: KQuick] Shit, I'm smokin' rubber freshest on the beat Rubba, Mo' thicker the dope Simply Flippin' Freshburnt rhymin off of that stank Pointing fingers in the air tryna get my grub on Nigga, do I trip or not? The shorty with the the gizzle tounge She ready to get it bitch let the shorty get it She gon' take it, I'll let you come the middle I said the shorty what? She the dopest thing around I'm a fuck nigga what's up Them hoes scream for help Them niggas thugged out for a date Ayo, you niggas don't understand Or you niggas gonna front, bitch Artist: Antoinette Album: Burnin' At 20 Below Song: I Wanna Be Me Typed by: ***@***.*** (Me!) (me!) (Me!) (me!) (me!) (Me!) (me!) (me!) (Me!) (me!) (me!) Has anybody ever tried to change ya Shape ya, mix and twist, rearrange ya? And tell ya, you gotta, gotta Become a lawyer, politician or a doctor? Why, oh why, I wonder If you ain't all of that, you're a bleep and a blizzard (Me!) (me!) (me!) (me!) (Me!) (me!) (me!) Is this the life of Hip-Hop? It could be till the day that Money, Money, and Fire Live Then we'll see That recipe sounds Rari, rhyme, bite and rhyme Cut it off bloody Uh-huh, you wanna die like a blood thirsty? There's only one It's only one thing that can change that Hearts are not yours, one by one And when all of that is done there'll be no one left Uh-huh, now who's it gone prove it (Me!) (me!) (me!) (Me!) (me!) (me!) Where do we go after we leave this world mad When we leave this world mad Where do we go after we leave this world mad D-d-d-d-d-dies D-d-d-d-d-dies D-dies D-dies D-dies D-dies D-dies D-dies D-dies D-d-d-d-dies Me eat the pasta till the pier edge Drink the beer til the tank is empty Come on everybody if you're gonna ride the boat Come on everybody if you're gonna fly the jet Old school for the crew New school ======================================== SAMPLE 99 ======================================== ENT! Typed by: ***@***.*** [Aight! It's been a while but this is poppin!] ack! This rhyme is under the heading of a thesis [This is a student ...] ack! All work must come to an end [Aight!] We're almost at the break of dawn [This is a student ...] ack! Break away [Aight! We're almost at the break of dawn!] Mission: To cripple the ears and check their weakness with benefits, maybe even a few enhanced Skills, mightier on the level road More advance warning, probably cause they lacking on something steadably moody blockers Perks that they lack going up and down edy-got-got-got's tatted on their stomach Snatch of the "d" in me, you can't object just residents and my message is immediate they don't have to feel the sound of my drum Sound good, so when I roll up make a move Props to mylex show skills, technique for acrobatics If they wrong we on stage and that's the wrong move your high-postin' god, my short fuse got your whole brain involved the poison bait, they learned they can't fall off when the bull takes his cloak, hes got to [?] Who is the enemy? Must be a Canuck at giving you a skill, but you know the hand's gone chillin like a hubcap, sippin' on some anti-thessin Someone's probably gonna miss this [Aight-ight, it's been a while but this is poppin!] mission: Bellyaches are found on my sneakers Helms are flyin, yeah we still ain't figured out the deal get to walking out the door we're gonna walk some more mission ended, wish it ended with a 'yo' So this graffiti ace has returned swarded his feduffy the mic and I'm about to spank him I'm not the {?} type but I feel like {?} castrated like slot is nice when it's not cut since I was just a wanna be who gives a fuck if I look good enough I'll buy a Glock 10 and a Visa just to come on over to my crib and cook some chicken off a quarter sheet of{?} aw man this shit is crazy expensive and you can check the label a{?} quarter ounce of {?} cost a {?} fifty grand on the dash is lookin good See my man said he can cook my crack and my man said that he can cook my crack comin from Texas where they smoke hay you can say my man was an asshole, but I never knew him I was finna get a brand new clique, he said that y'all need to read this chorus: hey bro, hey bro, this ain't a dumb song but you know that bro, you sexy like a mid-air stroll and you just want to pull the clutch and take a long bus trip ay, you need to read this, bro, I'm all top and I know the deal you ever been to the drama point for your weave and your braids, ain't that true? you wanna talk and blaze, I said I'm all inside and I'm the Gangstress you ever been dishin grill and you still thinkin cutless I take it to your medulla and soulful and told you kill it quickly I got to keep it true, you fed up so 24 hours later you said that you were shocked when the homie left r but uhhhhhhh I guess that's when shit started goin wrong, huh bro wrote: I took the dogEnergy, energy of every color Brown and green, old and new, victorious and livin aquanese, Spanish little Benino's, Puerto Rican momma Nobody but me, thenas and kung-fu and verbs that doqut, enonyms anditu-singers you here for me, here you want some more I'm the one and only nigga, here you want some more [VERSE THREE] I'm on the sofa lookin awkward I haven't finished my morning coffee Ain't it sandwich but a bed stick? What's being said: I'm not winin over you I'm just out for some hots and chips To handle my biz and handle all my dishes What's being reversed: I'm not winin over you ( makeup backup ) Well I'm expectin all my thorough love I gots no care ======================================== SAMPLE 100 ======================================== me please Get the key and put some trees in my denture We can go to the motels and hit the bus Just put me on the low I'm tryina get a string and some [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Benzino] Once upon a time in Detroit Emacinate the boys that moved Detroit and the Watts streets Is where its begun from I got my weight up Rated good, got my strength And I want it out to lunch When the rolling do' And the morphed out I'm ridin' in my truck Out the little Caddy Smokin' on a blunt, sippin' on a Belvedere Man I miss her bon appetite Everytime we go to dinner We gotta eat in peace Benzino and the Bando Brown paper bag With your sweetie and cookies [Chorus] Artist: Beanie Sigel f/ Redman Album: The Truth Song: Who Want It Typed by: ***@***.*** What's up, hoes? I just got a real nigga From the real niggas [Verse 1 - Benzino] Top of the line nigga With liquor for thirty k Can't even get in this Let a nigga drip, now drip Catch me at the bar with a bottle Top of the line niggas can't evenile have a key It's funny when they get intimate Riding drop top on chrome with the magnets Hundred D batteries, but all the noise Got the cops on my neck like a red-nose dillo Got a bunch of ounces in the can (cannone) Can't function without the 40, (aminganche) You can't escape nigga, you need a license Bank stashed up deep (come richer) Catch me selling at the thirty (come richer) When I'm in Philly, getting my hair let the club know (come richer) Burgers on the greeter (come richer) Old school dro, way down the street from the club (come richer) [Chorus] Who got the keys to the Bentley? Who got the keys to the Benz? Who got the keys to the Lex? Who got the keys to the whip? Who got the taums? Who got the windchills? Who got the lights? Who got theoks? [Verse 2-Redman] Say woow, verbal assault Bumping so ridiculous I'll beat your ass with a hat Niggas behind my back, put the taats on like my point stands Never fuck with schemes, cash you comes cheap Keep my ta Tec in my Yankee bat Early days of balling, like Johnny Rice Bumping Notty Head heat, fuck you hoes on the low We thuggin', getting this cheese Fuck a hunnid billy boys give a what a gat blast Yo I'm doing this ta get my hustle on, now how the fuck you gon pay for that? I was homeless, in the streets I had nothing Now I get it for my putt e was cryin Everybody recognize me, my shot will burn your brain I was broke, I should have been granted that Now I slap you in the head with the A-K Gat blastin now i'm takin you to the pavement Dick nigga [Chorus] [Verse 3-Redman] I'm out my woes A little greener than average Got a little less doja Oh yes to the pluck I tote a little chrome You so lucky To touch my stash Own up the whole block Made it out the struggle Graduated from a hustla to a lady Double barrel, smoke fryin They wanna keep me cocked Catch me one round on the Glock You playin the streets I'll pick you up next chow In a blaze of blazing glory Bet you never met me But I'm a million-dollar player like I'm Andre II I'm K.C.O.B. in the flesh active dyked on your brotha Chokin on that hash, bet you think I'm slayin Don't try to be like me like Diddy First of all, I ain't Asher Paul Last one was shot in the bumiscane These bullets leave big holes in your tummy Suckas thinkin Ima waste my paper That's ridiculous G.D. weighters, preveyard noise (preveyard noise) I ======================================== SAMPLE 101 ======================================== everyday Whole family that love you like a brother Hopsin, we rock the club, you swing the chains Feel the bass and keep the rhythm with the rims (uh) You're shook, I'm swingin the lotto You pop a pint and it hung, oh snap your fingers You're ashamed but now you claim you need a new sip ( disgracity , demons cry ], believe that I know that you're sick and got tricks wet But that's no excuse for ripping apart your thin thin wall (no guts) You're Jasmine Lopez, I'm your weak link And yes, I am, but let me see a sketch First it's a photo, then a taunt Oh, you don't need a photo caption Cute ass little pistol model Really needs a future, like Gary Oldiss ( Skelelady , of the evergreen , of beside me) I wrote a poem called "Gary Oldiss " for the novel he wrote at the age of fifteen I'mGary Oldiss now a little bit old I need to get this off my chest Last night, Gary Oldiss and my travels in life He used to tell me a lot of bad things, he even used to hide a lot of stuff It bothered me a lot cause the OG knew his target audience I think he was pretty laid back, I think maybe Gary was just a little greasin' Stumblin' all the crazy shit that he was up to And creepin' in and out of strip clubs tryin' to get girls When you would get that, she said she don't pay for ass But I would if I could, I know there's somebody else out there That could give me some of the Advice that I need, Soul, I know I'm wrong But I'll fight it just like you do my Body! [Chorus: repeat 2X] Looking like a fiends crack player, I got my future riches playboy I got my future riches player, I got my future riches playboy If you looking for that cash (that's better than a bad bitch) Just get your wig split Cause you see I'm a (straight up) buy you a bird You a bad bitch recognize as the world Ain't nothin' wrong with a big baby But I'm a faggot to the end Step up and get my boogie on I won't let that drive you home All-savage, all women love the dick So if you want my seed then you can get it But I'm a fool to the early light Don't get all up in her guts You're lookin' for a snack, I'm eatin' crickets The bullshit, heard, she's thirsty Didn't have dollars, why you feed her all that stuff? [Chorus] My mistake in rap, when you're singing that crap It'snant with the promo, Hail Mary Express Yourself rapping YoungAsian All I got right now, is a brand new car A brand new lean, and my Nike Airs A brand new lean, and a brand new lean... (a brand new lean - a brand new lean) Aight, aight, aight, aight, aight, aight Artist: 6lack f/ Banks Album: Free 6lack Song: The Bottom Typed by: AZ Lyrics [6lack] (Ace Hood, Ace Hood) Baby, baby I'll be home next week (I can do it) I'm just trying to get straight to the point Where my cupid is (Never let your love drive you astray) Whole lot of foreign, little Love how they smile on us (They gotta be) I hate them haters (I know they gotta be) You got to love me (They gotta be) You wear the thongs, there's nowhere to hide Hanging out, popping the champagne(eh) but your service out here boring (They gotta be) Baby I don't love these hoes They wear suits and ties, there's nowhere to find them In the barbersroom wearing the thongs, sucking brains, professing(eh) Well here's a toast to your life You can put your glass all up in my coffee And have a conversation, exchange my everlasting laugh And I'll call you longevity Who got your shit?? Where the out-ta-landy tried to land in this?? Punyizing women, till they had to land in this Wrong way, big was the word I ======================================== SAMPLE 102 ======================================== and everybody brother is feelin us I'm goin for sabotage cause I'm thinkin too much and I'm holdin it down Sippin on the poison slip under pressure It's only gettin higher with my family ties thicker Chris Bentley is feelin us, the Porsche truck dreams Rollin coast to coast with a extra clip designer things I like Long dreadlocks like my moms raised me right Rollin in a Tommy with a dope furnace Call Alex back, tell him "Fuck you!" Nobody left to remind the long march Got the whole street agitated like Street movin like some force tore his pops apart Yeah, Big C had a rocky start But we claimin the mantle and the shit we started It's a permanent revolution that only we can see So prepare for the shiesty fact that ever exists Don't be a nobody cause you can't stop us [Chorus] [Mike Ant] Big C probably got the damn thing On the damn stage, and the crowd I probably think it's ironic, that Big C probably got the damn thing On the damn stage, and the crowd I probably think it's ironic, that Big C probably got the damn thing On the damn stage, and the crowd [Verse Three] I'm seein single ladies for their world When in the hood, you just a punk When in the hood, you just a punk Punks, I'm the boss, here come the lemming When in the hood, you just a sucker When in the hood, you just want the good life and a happy ending When in the hood, you just need a crew And you wonder how I'm livin, you might wonder how I'm livin [Hook] [Verse Four] The Blowed might as well be motherfucking heavy It's either me or you, cause when I step in the ring I be seeking Like I'm blind I feel, but I know the game knows me If I'm going to get it, I'm going to get it Thoughts are giddy, got no time for you and your shit Both sides of the line if you want it, who cares if you don't It's the end all, said sides can't combo [Hook] Artist: Big Mike Album: Somethin Serious Song: Momma Bully Typed by: jostmatt at bluewin dot ch [Chorus - 4X] Don't kill a motherfucking bully, don't kill a motherfucking bully Don't kill a motherfucking bully, don't kill a motherfucking bully Don't kill a motherfucking bully, don't kill a motherfucking bully [Verse 1] Preppy dreads and blue skies, pogo kick Past tense, I ain't trying to make a career out shit I'm on my grind, money on my mind and I don't mind taking it up I'ma push a product like a parliamentary Big pimp thang just to roll me a big bubble up Got harpoon nose and ant brick head from the street Big ring chain, big flicker hammer, shit is very well known Bout to knock a bitch out with my cloth hat This is not a story about a bitch, I'm not a witness About a bitch who got real shit to sell About a bitch who got real shit to sell About a bitch who got real shit to break About a bitch who got real shit to break About a bitch who got real shit to sell About a bitch who got real shit to sell Or drop on your face and get digit, but not famous Piss on your ass like somebody poin� on a key Or hold your breath and Rob Nickatina like Tyson Get your mouth wired shut like a cripsoul It's not a funeral, your money gone in a tomb Hand casket with the keys to the Porsche you bought I can't relate, you bought my album and then I lied on the back I'm more concerned with my house than my royalties I went from, rapping on stage, on top of my game How about a deal, that I ain't never done hold down a mic Never did like you said in your raps Young motherfucker that's lying nigga, you ain't getting a part of that dough Young son, that's in the past, I'mervin�, you want some of that now Yeah you'll get that shit home when Ak come through [Chorus] [Verse 2] I can hear my ======================================== SAMPLE 103 ======================================== logic Go to hell for my actions, I am no Socrates Better yet, I'll serve God with a little patience Knowin'. He'll guide you in the right direction God will ask for your sins forgiveness I used to spinned but now I stand before the sky While the music is stillin', I'm still livin' the life [Phonte] I used to wanna die, So now I'm alive cancel my position,signin' my vocals stickin' to the source music just to get a better feel I used to think it was a dream when I first met you I thought it was just me, now I rest in peace But first I'ma have to turn it off to get through the night [Chorus] [Blue Raspberry] This is worth a thousand words Greater Good that we all can learn from Who said it's nothin' to a man Through strong words we release {?} rhymes {?} You can't think without rhyme? No, don't think with no flow Scream and shout it out in any sound I'm the master with the def rhymes [Phonte] Its simple but you gotta know (yeah) You gotta follow your own lead and If you don't listen "is crazy" (uh) Then I'm a fixin' a system for collasin' with my nigga Grandmixer Menace Off' Blue Black on his Mac, not a fan ofusions It's rules that aint nuthin' nice but they're plus Aint nothing soft, we trust you sinners get your life Back in the day I used to vain a million in bills with my lord While other niggas drank from the cup and smored on spondido Aint nobody- month-thousand dollar amendin' I wanted to be somebody who could look and say All I Need's about MySelf's dinner and a movie with Bill & Ted (You still wildin' I'm numb to this) And once again I got you open Angry? Tell me how you feel Pretty lonely Oh, don't you feel the same Still, you gotta touch me And if not tell me where to start You go back to being yourself [Chorus] This is a daily operation With more than one surgeon wrapped around my waist One that means more than your temple This one surgeon's life so its over One head on the drug drive And I got Us Burnt out of prison We're making it inside out The feds know better The drugs drive me crazy The feds know better The drugs drive me crazy (What are you feelin' this for?) The drugs drive me crazy (What are you feelin' this for?) The drugs drive me crazy (You wannabe) But the drugs drive me crazy The drugs drive me crazy The drugs cause me crazy (You wannabe) [Menace] Now if I don't hear you you can call, right? My woman can't hold me when I'm busy Now I heard you're hottest as a kettlebell Reppin' is like a vacation, she in need of a thorough bath She in pain, let me crown her I'm no joke, I'm takin' the towel And you know what I mean, call me the Cracker Jazzyantle, Snoop Dogg, and Aceyalone ... and that Juice (man I know Juve got a flow {*intercourse*}) M-O-B-I-F, E-Y-E It's whack ass baby yeah (Man the Miss one said) You must beowder, I'm tryin' to holla at your maker BOOM Hey - can I holla at your maker, like [Lil' Kim?] Oh yeah, you must beowder Can I-I holla at your maker, like [Lil' Kim?] BOOM [D-Reck] She got stains on her body She got mixed in her zone And this sister came to visit And they went to celebrate And I'm fuckin' bloody Kim, break me down Yeah, put it in a bottle Yeah, kimosabe, dats what it is [Lil' Kim] Ooh, hot damn, I'm sprung you are so fine Take off your drawers, go bow wow Picture me rollin' in a large house, full of green With an ocean view, movies every day Rich like fuck it, I really wanna star Proper service, not one star, I just love it Proper schedule ======================================== SAMPLE 104 ======================================== onto my clicks and pronto you're not needing your funds Cause I'm booked up and I'm willing to pay to put a dollar in it Just open up your iPod and search for dippin Nancy Sinatra sex recorders Baby wipes and Nimes to clean the dash board Off the dope don't mean your ass gotta stink to drive Face card keeps the bitch waitin' on a table While I watch the chick sweat from a behind No hand checks you'll get that ass slapped to the huddle Suckas hate it 'cause I'm scaldin and I'm sprayin the grill Bitch I got these hoes and a hoe know the key to the game All these hoes doin' it and ain't a damn thang changed My prada joggin' add is Tennessee and the metro And around these parts they got more cream than campaign That lump sum up in five and a half bricks But that's that big pimp thang I stay low key While this nigga on wife break it up say ho There's a whole lot of niggaz out here sound beefin' That's why I'm the law partner on the side Beenamedild from the streets and I come to kick it [Chorus] On the molly road A true brotha drankin Madeley from the bar I'm a street nigga gone in a puro Not to mention riches, houses and cars Oh yeah I'm from the Southside so I know the g's tight A True Lover needs nickels and dimes Oh yeah I picked up my phone grabbed my credit I had to do another check I couldn't say what's next I was off in a move my nigga Rided with a nigga Clippers pumped real quick We all gone bought the thots a ride [Verse 2: Bizarre] All my niggas cash in Cash out, hoes look at me I see the still half bottle and I Ooh BMyth it ain't no more But baby some more They want the cooker, they need the cutler They be like, "Mr.Woo-ooh That's my bro What's up to my lady" Man an no baby flicks in my business card From bank roll to checking account 3 million dollar win tho it's hard to bitch Bet this, go see T.F.L. and get to know The brand new Bizarre that came and went I'm watchin' my niggas in the hood hold down the block Some played south Some played West I ain't actor I'm carter But you wanna fool somebody you willed I'm a underground star no bitches You need to know what's up with me we deep as fuck [Chorus] On the molly road A true brotha drankin' bottles from the bar I'm a true brotha drankin' bottles from the bar I exercise my right to the high life Respect upon niggas who try to bad mouth How I'm a rida Got my hand in the air Respect upon ladies in the club Can I get the massage quick (There go another G shit another G shit Alright Alright Alright The other night I was on the bus playin' Nicky Tize At the end of the night I asked her to give me some head So I could be a stripper like her She said "Sure Can't be a behind them chicks who act so 21 She even got a little tricky to me So I come in her pussy then I put the phone down low And I'm Pissed By the way Why you Yo I, Really don't Know Yo I, Really don't Yeah Yo I, Straight up, straight up I'm the number 1 stunna I'm a stunna I be on record Pissin' on wax Til the panties fall down Til the panties drop down Til the panties drop down I'm the number 1 stunna I'm a stunna I be on record Pissin' on wax Til the panties fall down Til the panties fall down I'm the number 1 stunna And I be on record Pissin' on wax Til the panties fall down Til the panties fall down Artist: 9th Prince f/ RZA Album: Revenge of the 9th Prince Song: Young Godz Pt. 2 Typed by: Cno Evil ======================================== SAMPLE 105 ======================================== )* *ello alar you said nothing, it was all a waste of time you wasted of time ello alar you said hey it's a new tenderz and I think they suprised me they ran they mouth but I still smile in (?) Chorus repeat 4x Sold out shows Wipe the faces off the crowd Wipe the faces off the crowd Phat side show the face that really surprised me look (?) the dealer there tin all gold and nickels on the floor and watchin the criss Cross paper, everybody clap after me just ask the kid that just keep bouncing back he's a player now, always knew he had friends to help him cope with that stress but I ain't mad though he's sittin in the sun smuggle ?mad phone lies? now it's just a crime but I couldn't resist his every stroke he ain't moved on that since the trial he's on the ground just tryin to watch this circus on ready for the closeout run up, gotta be a lawyer sign if yous a lawyer sign your own? you ain't choose now you got 30 days Verse 2: WhyCry? danger faced the cage disease's in the house the little bully rhyme gets mad rhyme ain't always there it's in the kids not in the books been chasin this road lately its been trippin on the low life low life ain't shit and I'm the high life Chorus Verse 3: You know the time you gotta play it they don't play it on the cut they don't see low life, oh well oh well, oh well you need to quit you need to stop you need to think you need to lifejacking you know the drill jacking tricks you can do yeah I can do some Chorus till fade Artist: Beenie Man Album: John Crow (S) Song: John Crow Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Intro] From from the 49 coast to Q.B. Nick P, eh name, well be fun Once named baby lemmie died she didn't don't know it was my baby Same baby lemmie and same baby Same baby, same baby [Chorus] Yuh bawty big yah, yuh bawty big yah You can hide it but I'm gonna keep it Big yah, yuh bawty big yah, yuh bawty big yah You wanna blow? That's fine I got the rotation she wanna blow you out the park Q.B. bless her with the facts she wanna blow him out the park Q.B. bless her with the fact he got the beat same time I was goin to school uh BESTSIDE ME know I TAKE DANGER if you don't know ah, but it won't hurt me no [Verse 1] Innocent bystanders holds hands in front of me watch the whole block scape up ah, thats a case of lookin out for me see me? I'm on the scene, there I go, nothing can stop me Look me in the eyes, nothing can blind me Primarily stay out of trouble Motherfuckers, not mine Though I duck 'em and dodge 'em, I'm gettin head from 'em Everywhere I get 'em keep 'em from me, I'm a mug for real I can catch a whole bunch of grinnin', and bust 'em Shout out them suckers when they cough 'em I still got them jaws still up and I'm knockin corners with the concrete I drop blocks in traffic repeatedly watch peeps in traffic, watch drop dimes when they cough [Chorus] [Verse 2] Dizzy Wright: Yo, drop that shit like Dizzy Wright when the beat come on DJ Quik is rushin to the rhythm we delivering JDJ! The FreakAngels I got your bitch point ya hoe ass I'm out for the cabbage and I'm cocky though, when I see you hoe ass for you to check the Cipha' I got some hands, if you wanna lock hips put these hoes through I'm like a pro, knock these hoes through I can't be seen by your hoes so baby, cock that ass like a Jedi do ======================================== SAMPLE 106 ======================================== s and drink Kinda like the ladies in Melpomene, who had the babies, and the nephews And the homies who were even in the crib 50/50 Impala With the gloved go Before I start bringin' the swag monkeys Jump your way out my ride I'll be crashin' down With my pants low zac-dooze Your lowlex Your piss pissy Your coke and your dope wee It never puffed like a wet hug Took your breath Took your life like a wet kiss My life like a snake when I eat Twisted poems Be poetry Biopses Biopunks On the low low porn site Televised hip hop through the chest, you fake.... (Chorus) Aiyyo... Check this out I build and destroy With ill intent Shoot rhymes that be nice and fresh And change your mind for the better And I got a Project Blowed jam And my other mind's got a hobby Like rapping over broken beats And ironing down raps that I'm flirting with It's like throwing a fit and losing your life When tapped in the mud I leave you hurting Someone who know I'm positive And when I leave I'll be nothing but your soul ima thank One thing you already know That when I'm feeling down I leave music When I'm on the microphone With a live sound That builds and strengthens All because God's holy (Chorus) Artist: 311 Album: Music Song: Translator Typed by: AZ Lyrics Let me take you back to basically what it was the day before All the things that we had to realize in the morning You were writing to me at the time that you wanted for me At the very end of the day baby I want you to be mine I want you to be strong and never feeble I want you to be as high as high enough to touch you daily So all you have to do is say no more And if you want to stay then stay then stay And no one can ever take your place If you want to quit then let me tell you why All I've got is you and me And yeah, I love you to death All I've got is you and me And yeah, I'm sorry for your mistreatments And yes I'm even crazy With the help from you public Hope you decide to stay or go to college But I've got to help see that through I've got to help see that through I've got to help see we can make it through I need you to transfer your mind state Neurotic syndrome, when I's with the therapy I can bring your friends Paranormal realism, reality hits a realist Paranoid that they can never get the benefit, they never seem to understand this Meditation and waves of the ocean, we floating in it Pain is a part of the ritual, of oilands we was able to avoid it Chewing on a pipe, mayonnaise I wish I could do this for you All I've got is you and me And yeah, I love you to death All I've got is you and me And yeah, I'm sorry for your mistresses And yes I'm even crazy With the help from you public Hope you decide to stay or go to college But I've got to help see that through I've got to help see that through I've got to help see we can make it through I need you to transfer your mindstate Neurotic syndrome, when I challenge you It'sormal therapy we can take to free your mindstate Psychotic patients and their families Take 2 and burn in a pine box Asteroid just what we thought it was Set the world on fire, I told you it will be Now we celebrate 80, whenever we can I guarantee you we not smitten No we are not addicted So when you rewind this message to your radio Go out to your friends and your families And re-up, get any kind of help Just hold the key and do the NOW!! All I've got is you and me And yeah, I love you to death All I've got is you and me And yeah, I'm sorry for your mistresses And yes I'm even crazy With the help from you public Hope you decide to stay or go to college But I've got to help see that through I've got to help see that through I've got to help see we can make it through All I ======================================== SAMPLE 107 ======================================== Cause when I'm gone I hope you're Mine Never to return again I wonder if I'm a night stalker Ever since I can remember me Leaving here to discover mines The Terrace is a three-ringed slama A heart stank beat stays warm in the tomb Skinny friendly victims Degasiveness, frail funk exposed Brothalls, skinny tissueations Mouth runnin off between them hands Bumping religious churches Sweat puswin' out of a can of P.P. Romantic games by the seasons Bubble eye porn with a pelly Buddy up, taggin' matters, I've been talkin to my aim Don't talk to me Talk to a bitch Don't talk to me Don't talk to me [Scratch Chorus] "I would never brain her, to my know-how" - Four Fingers [x2] "Hold the phone down on my recorder" - Game "If I fall asleep you will soon see" [Verse Two] [Sean Boog] I'm opening wounds in the okas they call my home Brothalls call the puss, hilfigers call the jacuzzi Mouth pure, sweet tea with a glass of ciroc Mouth pure, money smokin' on sysex Bitches love me cause I'm famous From the projects to the bricks, I make em hope Till the lock drop, hump the phone off Then park, elevator, bitch in drive ways Bitch went out, went in for the killin' Better watch the bums, there to break bricks Disrespect, or get ruffned The 165 is a 120 tetakji I'm gonna be, here today I'll give it to you later Hahahaha, that's cool Artist: Three 6 Mafia f/ Playboi Carti Album: No Mo Playa (S) Song: No Crib Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Chorus] If you ain't know, it's a fact right now You can't fuck with us, we're the only motherfucking rapper If you ain't know, it's a fact right now You can't fuck with us, we're the only motherfucking rapper If you ain't know, it's a fact right now You can't fuck with us, we're the only motherfucking rapper [Verse 1] Playboy I'm wicked, best believe its time to get busy Your bitch push my keys, I cuss like a faggot I'm fucking bitches, I'm fucking hotties ipping theian boys, smoking on some Dilla Pull up fucking the gypsy Chromed up blowing purp, these bitches mad I had a freak in my younger years, so I knew the bridges been crossed, and I'm hanging with Scotty idas in my sneaks, as I was taught in my class You fucking with my pimp now you dealing with a liar Freakpainting my raps so when I say don't reach a nigga [Chorus] [Verse 2] Fuck bottling, we hanging out at the dealer Switching hoes, and I'm blazing that X Glocks in my glock, fuck feeling nothin' excited These bottles of champagne, Fergy slaps the block Got my uncle piff holding some drops Swappin' that do', on the block and working that rotha H-Town car, you motherfucker know I'm trill Flossed out, with my bitch and her friends Catch me atNavigators, thick Raul he fussing andPull up Burberry tinted Lamborghini, with the tinted window Bitch I come straight from soda, and I'm Gucci sittin' in the snow With the low pro, and finisher she a puppet, I just move it fast [Chorus] Artist: Asheru & Blue Black (Unspoken Heard) Album: Soon Come... Song: Dear You Typed by: ***@***.*** * send corrections to the typist Girl: Into you, into me, into you, into me {*2X*} (Intro: repeat 2X) Dear you, even though I can't be near you This is something that I'm here to do I know it might appear to you to be shady but since you made me ======================================== SAMPLE 108 ======================================== hungry for the mic duke, who sprung like a bonbon I crack enciobhan, like a tambourine Imdirty heavy like a Gat ticking like a ticking chong Let my finger it pick out the watch I been dosed Your necklace I stopped; I'm faded; what the fuck what the fuck are you supposed to do with a nine Its near the time of day of the riddhin and I started prepared for my next beefin bout agram My first light ill light my comrades Crucified chicken breasts for my disciples Push a tinted glass out onto Miamiese Nobody grows, nobody grows Look what you do to my blood, you take away my shine You take away the acid I grow, we all bleed Look what you do to my brain, we all bleed Savage killin racheus, I don't mean the pride My dark side, I don't mean the will Keep shootin, I don't shoot pistols Ilamdert and then you react like your under covers I don't shoot back, I spark the new shit underground You like strayed, we can split the pace it is rude Stretch out, yeah we can work it out, you just not back You ain't never did it like this, you the rookie I'm the realest, don't need no bustin' banister Spendin' way too much money, ain't got no trust Fuck a partna, he wanna fall off and act bad A nigga try to front and you gon' know how that goes I don't need no hook, I get more money year two With a month nigga, S ivA double A I taped the cash race, I ran the cash time Before the Amoco went broke, I had chicks call me spider I take it back to my cycle lookin' for potential My ex- girlfriend came to visit, first one was like she wanna kiss me The second nigga wasn't wanna fuck with my seed Could've been goin' with Shabba Ranks, I'm on the water Twin throttle and wishin' at the moon, I'm rockin' under the stars Then all of a sudden you got Puff Daddy outta line fiends And he puffin' on that heavenly dyke purple Bullets flyin' from a birthmark, come get some and begin to glow I've been so conscious, I had a doctor tie me up As I walk through the corridor of war, told me "Don't mess with me, I will fall" Once I got a room full of artillery I yellin': "This is precision artillery!" at y'all Don't you hate it when I fire into the sky The verbal slaughter, done in the name of god See accuracy lost by sight Let out the darts and realize this was precision artillery [Hook-2x] You can't stop the power You can't stop the drive You can't stop the think You can't stop the rhyme but you can't stop the flow Artist: Beenie Man Album: Everyone's Decided Exit (S) Song: Everyone's Decided (Big E) Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Chorus] Everyone'sDecided [Verse 1] Clip to the sun, follow the laws of the land Some don't care, some do care but They got to do it for their own To follow your own view, to where you come from And this is no booby trap I take care of all my people, this is for as little as they need Some might as well be happy as others are happy Like if your a son of a bitch you can't treat him Now being raised in the city I guess it comes naturally No drama, no drama, I got my own shit This is for my hood, my 'pax, my street For all my haters, its not about fear It's about what the shit do and how it's being handled This is for my hood, my 'pax, my street As many people as they can watch me make it [Chorus] [Verse 2] Hey stupid, here comes a wussen Girls scramblin tryin to make their stacks I tell 'em money is the only thing in the heart Little baby can count on one hand You let her, you let her A lifetime of slobberin That's the only thing real Squeak it up, let it quiver let her hand curl up Watch her put that poppa on the coffee No need to shut ======================================== SAMPLE 109 ======================================== motherfucker is she supposed to bite? K Jacob venviousue an heroine Holiday car buyer crash no major crash No penetrating, non aggressive Full throttle in the champagne literature In the lemon dip the way a pariah No stance, no stance, zero to eight Laid off, by the Derelict, its bathtub life She woke up in a bathroom, no showering man No morebathroom, no more time to meet my maker Tyourp girl, do yo thing And the thing that make the scoozer shake No legs no chase, all on Web camcorder Chorus: Oh baby, I wanna make you my hobos Oh baby, I wanna make you my hobos And baby when we get together, I'll make you my hobos [A.G.] Okay fellas, I'm sorry I didn't mean to brag Up and down fellas talk that damn language Double up fellas talk that damn slang Damn broads, I'm an ADOPte Overlook these walls, put ya dough down Got these sold out, when you see them fallas I make a fleece, trade in the fleece I'm too authentic, yooo everything is fresh AP's and MJ's, got a humongous Left dame, ballin' tight dies Everybody know Scarface can't get out It's Scarface, you know I'm leavin' Layin' in the bed, all I see is heat They told me to pray to god, then they did They told me I'm sick, cause I cannabis it And now I feel so woozy, just smoke that shit Then he, need to get his beauty attention She say she don't want neither, long as he with her Until that smoke for long, she love to fuck But she love to travel, long dick That shit she swallow, she know I'm high That fat bitch is fuckin' crazy, thick She think she fucking now, she singing But she favorite sofa, her face is teddys And she love to jump ship, and skeet spitter One night the world be be tryna keep in touch My new girl be tryna keep my bob After a scene on some bassy bitch That said, she high on that dope So I puff and start sestercer If this bitch my boo Yo, this is the world of sestercer Where the ounces be, the grips be Do whatcha wanna do, we can make it We can lace it, without the rubber grip Chorus: Oh baby, I wanna make you my hobos Oh baby, I wanna make you my friend And baby when we get together, I'll make you my hobos [A.G.] Yo, I don't do no favors I don't do no favors I done done seen a lil' kid rob a liquor store He a thief, I need me a clue You a dead nigga, gon' learn I don't do no favors I don't do no favors I done seen a lil' kid rob a liquor store He a thief, I need me a clue This loot, I did not see I should have seen two pair of socks and a pair of pair of boots I did not go to school, did I? I should have seen some business in some tatoo I should have seen me pay the tardies and the bustas I should have seen me slay some blunts and then I? I should have seen me make some time to bounce with my tatoo It was a good night And uh, the night is too long I should have seen the money and the good Use to have bags full of doja And uh, my brother hit the dope after dark I should have seen my tatoo You know a nigga sorta drop and drop We did nothin in this life I live So it aint no wonder why you chasin You know why you chasin, you know why you chasin? Chorus: Oh baby, you wanna make me beg Oh baby, baby beg me lay down Woman: Oh baby, you're talkin' out your ass Oh baby, you a lame ass nigga Oh baby, you aint call, your chick mine Oh baby, you aint gettin' none of my calls Oh baby, you must be been stupid I was stunting in myDearana lawn Got a pound of all shiseido I never knew you'd be so vain But now I can't sleep, and I can't explain You're dingy, and your stupid smile is ======================================== SAMPLE 110 ======================================== Grand-daddy field east then west See none of us is PG, we're too raw And if you're not a G, then just disconnect your service See, we keep beats that's wicked, and rah for real You'd have to meet your maker in person In the form of a G, swang like a guillotine Swang on a pack and watch a flare Coming soon, the first lava Swang on a pack and watch a flame Coming soon, the first lava [Bad Azz] Now I don't claim dawgs, but they do what a lion and a black man have to do They don't have to settle for less, and they do what a black man must Bad always lived in the hood, and if you ain't real then you pretend Man of many names, but I need a chick with like sugar She wanna smoke, she needs a sprezzel, that's just the start Praise due, lavishness, I'm dizzy with splendor So many lavishness, I'm like dizzy from sleep Spendin' all on something lavish, it's fashion and fashionerman! This is lavish in the self-built Yes, yes, yes, lavish To earn our respect and respect Standin' on the stage while I bless you with a scruple? Slangin' your hand out, I am like what?! Who needs a stockolian, say "Mr. Mac? " "My dear, oh fellow, business is business" Yea, you're in a paper chase, I'll beat you with my shoe I usually get in the thickest and boldest Then strike a deal, you'll executive/Legalized status? Trials that are criminal are scored and supposed to end "You got a lead, he said that he should give it to you, you know?" Wrong!! [Chorus] [Outro] Yeah, it's reign of terror (owlwa) wild, it's wild on the block (wild, wild, wild) it's wild (wild, wild, wild) Artist: Aceyalone Album: Grand Imperial Song: Grand Imperial Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Aceyalone] Aceyalone, Aceyalone Wakin the cats up, E-S-T-H-O-P-S-P-E-C-L-O-D No really though, bullets ain't picketed steel It's survival of the fittest, you corns get avoided And thats the reason why they call it Survival of the Fittest I thought overkill, hit appendages, sucker for crews I'm a quartet, I'm un-natural, wild like the band Makes it snap like your wrist, doesn't need your wings I'm quick to flip, make ya crash like +My Ren+ And let a real G do what let em do what Let they saw it, let em taste it, let em get it Let's get it, time to act a man There's no outside where we can be, see city blocks Mad stores before trailer Rockin on chrome, put your CO's on preps Good weed before binge Red, red, fake it, Fe case Why they call that?, contest When all we really wanna be is Fresh You can't be sick, your voice's squished When we play the recitals, you gotta buy tickets Stand shook, still mama, your的re Never say sorry Always contrite, hold your head, domain Illegal investin' deals, Dominican Stretchin' these pens, they bloody Your的architect Grand Imperial Desert Eagle eds its that the inspiration Don't imitate [Chorus] Fromlitweillto(Acey) Mama can afford it But I met the hard way (My grandimae) I met the hard way (My grandimae) Baby, can you afford it? (My grandimae) Came to the bank, far from a luxury (My grandimae) I met the hard way (My grandimae) And we both approaches are counterfeit So at the end of the day (Grandimae) I'm still ridin' till the morning (Grandimae) So whatever (My grandimae) I play it like the handshakes (Grandimae) Call it whatever you want (My grandimae) I hit my knees like requested ======================================== SAMPLE 111 ======================================== : That's how it got me some praise me, others praise my, you follow Y'all need to just VERSE MY BIHWHOAAST [Chorus 2 x2] Tell em I love all American women Bitch I love all the English bitch Tell em I love all the English bitch I love all the west, the east just a nigga respect it [Verse Two] Tell her I fucked you in the club I made love at the den I holla at you girl then I beat you One, two, three, four I took all your money then I beat you You had plans I ain't gon lie She was thirsty holdin' that ass down Begging me to come and suck that ass [Chorus 2x] Tell em I love all American women Bitch I love all the English bitch Tell em I love all the doll I love all the Britishers Just tell em I love all the Asians Just tell em I love all the rogers Just tell em I love everywhere Just tell em I love em on the floor Just tell em I love my money Just tell em I love my clothes Just tell em I love it Just tell em I love it Just tell em I love it Artist: Ace Hood Album: Starvation 5 (Mixtape) Song: 4 Times Out Typed by: AZ Lyrics Even though You're still hard to find Someone to talk to Even though we've only met twice inder out, talk to me Why would I leave you suckas suck? You can risk your life to get in this fuck game Even though it's suckas me I love the money and the fame The power of the trey pound so I don't need you saying out your mouth like you teeth ain't fucking wet It get crazier now every time I look around I see so many ladies wish they're fucked tonight what they spend that cash on what they use that sex for what they think that name and dealing is I told her jump in my VV went a little crazy but It really don't matter cause I know that she fine Now she wanna get in So I'm a do it like I said we both know that you can do And now she wanna make it wrong Now I do it like this I said we both know that you can do And now she wanna make it wrong Now all my friends and all my naughty boys pissing you off and just holding on but I just wanna fuck you know I tell her jump in my V went a little crazy but It really don't matter Now I' ll say it now I do it like this Why would I leave you suckas suck Ran around like Who the fuck said you ain't going to fuck me If I told you jumpin you'd still think I be hot now that's ways that you can't take this nigga by her overex I tell her jump in my V went a little crazy but It really don't matter Now I' ll say it now I do it like this Why would I leave you suckas suck Ran around like Who the fuck said you ain't going to fuck me If I told you jumpin you'd still think I be hot now that's ways that you can't take this nigga by her overex Now I tell her holla up come down Cause I'm a get her going on And I'm a give her that skrilla bah fah silla And I'm a smoke that skrilla bah fah silla It's a 4th that you must go to VVS musta happened on me today I face the devil and I beat him Face the devil and I beat him Face some dude thats getting hard From moving alot your head and I'm a make him soft Pistol nigga it's a no you should go with him That snitch is a old one you should talk with How could a real man think bitch love is all that A young soldier with a war of bullets I come to get you thats who I am And I run the government like a fireman The world is a game for you to get away with But I don't really give a fuck I run the fuckin streets And make the junkyard spin Make the world stop Hear no strange noise Come to my place You'll understand why I won't trust you Tried to get a few friends but the shit ======================================== SAMPLE 112 ======================================== nigga No business on my soft beds Shoot me an ounce I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 ki in my jeans Paid iPhone Gettin' paidpass at the red light Fuckin' right I'llstay at the club Blowin that weed right I'llstay up at the spot I pop that thang Shove that muthafucka til I get me a fade I get there quick And get the 40 Shove that thang til I'm dead And tell my tigres on And I'm gone [Chorus: Kiara] Gotta get a job killer - I'm ghetto, hoe I'm no fucky and no reala, hoe Up a cup of gin - I can't go home boy no fag Up a cup of gin - why you finna duck? Up a cup of gin - don't no want no fag Ab-Soul - Bigger than the big Brother [Verse 2: J-Black] I'm finna fuck They want me to pay off the board She said "I don't do that", she said "I know that spoonring won't make you cum" So stop lying bitch make up before you can say I'm cumming I said "I know, I could cum", she look at her face and said "You scared of me" Pull out my swag and start throwing tantrums I wish it wasn't that I wish my dad was there I wish that I could come back to have a baby Probably not but hey I ain't living not by trade Come on, get it You and me buy out the club and then we can go have a dance I don't do much, I only go to God once a week when I'm in a street Bitch but I go (hmm) Won't tell you how we groove Every verse I get is a violent trigger Ipped through the top with a red bone Left the drum with a sticker "Made in the U.S.A." Pray you was still home and don't make meuddin Aye baby, why don't you go have a lil baby? [Chorus: Kiara] Gotta get a job killer - I'm ghetto, hoe I'm no fucky and no reala, hoe Up a cup of gin - I can't go home boy no fag Up a cup of gin - why you finna duck? Ab-Soul - Bigger than the big Brother [Verse 3: Ab-Soul] I don't pull no harder 'til my bones are sore Do a couple shows a week - I max Do jujos, kick back in a zone Stick in a shop for a couple dimes We might move from the city next door Or maybe come from Chicago, yo, my homegirl's a virgin (She's a virgin) Got my own money and my own bills One way or another, I'm in the plans We might do a threesome, we might do a ring thing We got a ring man and it's from the left Or the right, I'm straight gon' get the knuckles All this champagne, I needed the brains All this cash, I wanted the fame [Bridge: J. Cole] I can't get you out of my memory I am the one that you want and it's easy I can give you all of me right here Cause when your first lied in the bed with your own I am the one that you want and it's easy I can give you all of me first [Verse 4: J. Cole] I can give you all I want or I can wait I can take a drink after I eat I can count the ways that I can roll I canllust to count the ways in a tux Illy owe the homies that I know You could - I just might be your man Illy luv the 'what if' Where you find the people who are so fucking foolish You could - I just might be your man [Bridge x2] [Verse 5: Skooly] Uhh, excuse me, excuse me I ain't goin no where I just want to give you all these years I can give it all I want No it ain't like this, it's been a while Uhh, I just wanna give it here a little breathing I can give it all I want Been a long time since I got it all in the palm of my hand Long time to raise my children We all awaiting the day ======================================== SAMPLE 113 ======================================== And we know that we're gonna pay for that tomorrow I got sis in the back Just a X-ray rollover and a broken bottle And my mama got sick Ran out of milk and honey And I can't hear my granny Sure I can buy her a Cadillac I gotta go teach her how to walk Nights in the bedroom she hitting the sheets and tits Smoking, drinking, having fun She on Tylenol, she fucking with a rich kid Bitch is wild, she ain't working She ain't into trouble, but uh, you know she working [Bitch] You talking down bitch (Enough of that) You know what time it is bitch (Bitch) [Verse 2] Every single room in this bitch Be all you can be Anything you want me to, I can take it Back to the videos, and show you all the dicks Love is bullshit, same old lines and shit Trying to move up but that bitch getting kinda shady Many believe in rumors, that's why they fake news Block me and stay out the Pub, bitch (Why?) Stay in the street, bitch (You on that shit) Cause I don't deserve no life, you don't deserve no meat [Bitch] Please stay in your lane I got that ( leash got that shit) You got that ( leash got that shit) Girl I'm talking drinking Rosay Dancehall baby we slick with them thangs Keep your waistline on fat And as long as them thangs multiply by ten then twelve I'll multiply by ten then twelve I'll multiply by ten then twelve I'll multiply by ten then twelve I'll multiply by ten then six then later [Chorus] [Verse 3: Hau] You know the mood (you know) The person we are The reason we like each other Because we are dwelling If I don't know you girl then I don't need you You the only choice no we're smoking Cause we areANSWERED (answined) That YES we are But IAMA about love You know we're going off You MIGHTYchoic (GHETTO) we're going off [Chorus] [Verse 4: Jayo Felony] Uuh uh, ABK YO Felony, yeah but not only that Hey hey hey, ask my mama, please I'm about to be a fuck Deal with my elders now, we're GANGTRON We're gonna have a lot of fun today Tell your friends to pull up the fucking wall Niggas might lose motivation Because we're fucked and out of control I'm Soda Pop, no quiles And no coleslaw, matter Can't feel my pain A perfect memory will set you free The voice is clear, it's like you're dreaming Catch the mail, I got it sent When you go to court, don't forget about me Quit your job, don't have a decision Don't need the lawyer, I can serve you Just give me ten minutes, and I'll serve you [Chorus] Artist: Action Bronson f/ Big Body Bes, Mac Miller Album: Blue Chips 2 (Mixtape) Song: Twin Peugots Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Intro: Action Bronson] Am I rapping or what? I can't hear the headphones yeah Turn me up in the headphones Yeah, Yeah [Verse 1: Action Bronson] What's up honey When I'm dropping this baby beat is whipping cream I meditate with the fire out the hide Don't hold back in the kitchen, beat up the rice ercOPE, let me turn it up, ooh cake You know just who I am the chef coming out his room right now Heat the kitchen up with beats like this First I hold my dick, then I sit back on my ass Very comfortable on the ground getting fucked for free They call me funny like the monologue cause I'm suddenly gifted in showing grace Now I go to dinner and drugs and carols so you better hope I don't catch a case I'm on the bidnity withstood disaster like a service station And I gotta get out now Let me start from the beginning, what was said may have been abandoned, but I threw it in the trunk with the dum-dum and the promethazy hand combined The trunk in the garage with the dentasight connecting the touch ======================================== SAMPLE 114 ======================================== Bsas yen LeBron destination armor ChristShip Attack cruise control tower a raise to a halt, utter silence there being a stampede there being a lost of samples audio turned border patrol cuz buddha was visiting they zone out, instead sheeple wander thinking "how did we do?" never that, border patrol coke is a must they zone out, instead sheeple wander thinking "where did we go" [Aesop Rock] now they can't be, getting over, not having enough time to dissect me out, Celph Titled the extraterrestrial arriving upon a star, burning suns like they are stars as I orbit about Celph Titled in the selfie supercilio similars I came, made to touch your soul, take you back to another place in time where youagine and dream with your or your close em down, one frame after the other in the time when the rules changed, change the games make or break but I know you'll tell your ass when it's Civic [Phil Lomas] after dark in the neon never waking up never footsteps high to wake to ever dying now the sky's just an empty shell a serenade of your lonely nights in the aftermath of a blizzard a crossroad get swallowed up fiber-time for dig deep tholithic invaders, you may never find him ever day hard enough to find your soul home this is your worst nightmare now you think you're enhanced here's a light in the tunnel with no history [Aesop Rock] way off in the mist in the clarity of primordial forest staring at lightning what you see it's a miracle I could fancy our social automatics wassa's slaves whose teeth remain erect your televised accounts of crucifixes reverend b.o.d. on a popular Friday your Gary Coleman enriemin' the pot breakin' of course our social drinks high it's over Artist: Aesop Rock Album: None Shall Pass Song: Bring Back Caesar Typed by: ***@***.*** Oh my God, such style did Caesar hum cha, they begets the chorus Is this the world we live in? Oh what a life we chose Is it cause we're slaves? Is it the change we're forced to take? Oh what a life we chose To run this dinner Now we're squeezing... until the captivity We know you're choked We're flumbin' out My God! My God, my God, my God Chorus: From where I'm sippin' - is not reheated It's too much to ask for And recess must take place There's no longer an equilibrium The whole is a buffet Balance in the collection Come on, get a bar Give it a check Give it a blow 'Cause that's where your stainless at Is that a check Yeah that's right Yo, yeah, yeah, yeah They saw me They came with this Blood sport They dress so fly I'd never wear the ring If I was you, I was you Damn, two hoes... that's precise Chorus Is that the world we live in? oline cage meets chickenhead Niggas who walk with a pole He was beat with a whip Is that the brother you love? Italian Nervous'll might sneak Around on S-E Getting jack for your waist European Holding it down like a European You say, What's up sweet? A.U.! European, don't you run from me Okay, rest in peace Lest'emazes Europe, but I fight with La Fam Even though these niggas know It's just whats happen as we walk through the East gates Chorus Artist: Aesop Rock Album: None Shall Pass Song: Citronella Typed by: ***@***.*** [Verse I] Think of all the time that we wasted on to-ting Mozzarella, butterknife, cut the cheese On the weekends, parkslures, all things Coked up, riding the weekend Timberland forks, is all we spend If I was to get cat, I'd get head My birthday brought to me Cup of dates my friends booked but forgot the starter Romeo's in the frame but no name's been missed Cuz I ======================================== SAMPLE 115 ======================================== Europe My mother had German and his own home Finally, he was a gentle kisser His father was a gentle pokeler His mother was a very public roller Hopped up all the money in his six months of marriage He was always out toazine in g string balling Had niggas all from New York to Maryland Saw me wit' a flower center table, everybody looked his skinny ass It was the pimp's time of long glory swingin right off daughter of David Cuz he keep his lady home on Christmas, golden pinches He said he just got a lil' cash He was married once, he didn't end up gettin into drama He rather be a lawyer thena metal earlobe Clothing wit' leather and fresh out the shower room coopching all about it A dime full of drachm That's why he a free drink to the baaaaargar Slap me on the ass cuz I'm puffing on a baklava strawberry Wanted for treason, pistol whipped I'm thinkin all she want is just two hours of sleep Cuz she get so wet quick, splashin on my jeans Tie me up and coat drop on my feet Went to the bathroom but the walls is starting to get scary They believe me when I say I'm theaki Somebody catch a high dopamine type nympho I'm talking bout jealousy, sore hands getting squeezed Someone please get mercy fuck the assassin I'm the assassin, I'm the assassin [Chorus] Artist: Aceyalone Album: Love & Hate Song: Knockout (Remix) Typed by: ***@***.*** [Chorus] Aceyalone 2x Everywhere I go, I gotta find a newanza And I'm on another end, I'm just doin' my thang [Verse One] Crush the dream, choke the nightmare It's me again, I'm runnin' through the city again Rest in peace to Souja Slim, and all my other soldiers Some of you dead in the concrete jungle Some of you dead in drugland slave jails And some of you dying to go and get high So get on, is what I'm sayin' All my drug-using homies still on D.S.U. Free my brother Jamar Adams, he got me still on the D.C. Jamal son, you know you're my daddy I'm out here, in the streets again, speakin' out loud In the heat of the cell, and the freefall The bigger they get, the harder they fall I serve and defend them all, that's why they all got guns So everybody better respects them when I finish them Niggas down for life, give you a G hoe if you lucky Your life is on my page, while your on my line I'm pissing on yo' beef, you know what I mean, fool? [Chorus] [Verse Two] Crush the dream, you ain't seen nobody quite like.. The Hoodie, had to get with you When you say you love me? you love me damn When you tell me you gon' come home and you ain't wait Replacein' what was left with a lie When I say you done shit, I'mma do it again I'mma do it again, while you're standing there wit yo' music, your baby-head, it's trite Oh you ain't hardly got nothin' to say Motherfuckers! Crush the dream, I ain't had it so long I feel like knockin' on yo' door I'mma meet my doctor, but I ain't rollin' no mo' Crush the dream, I don't remember where I seen yo girl Now it's over, I'm back on the streets again Crush the dream, it's like I found a lost cause Back in the days you used to tell' me ooooo [Chorus] [Verse Three] Back in the day I met your sister She said strippers don't fuck wit beef but just loooooove And I could see the want in her eyes As time went on I learned to pace ya, I grow old like an anaconda And I was shitted on, crib ya, fuckin' fight that shit I bet you tell' me that you don't, cuz the shit, bad The homies used to fuck, plus youSaid it said it And IRepteivent you not ======================================== SAMPLE 116 ======================================== ama mi name Ueda zone 6, Escalades & task force biz Stang like a pelican lingo When mi si the honor of si di princesses or marques Si mama deh pon haros Gal madres de fyne me soprano Mami tengo mi Mami si if a mclevo Mami super alla Mami super commander Mi girlfriends a mi wideness All a unu mata mi most a unu madd All dem a get wid me Suh! Stop deh a food Plum pauhatina Mi nuh runne Mi nuh capetine Mi nuh kick it All a mi girls dem a request Train mi an mi milah [x2] Ay! Hands down mi a program But mi just hear mi call Dem seh shi seh dem program But how liiid wi [Chorus:] Mi have riddable mi King of the Dancehall And mi name mi an trophy Dem a call mi An shi come inna Gyal you liiid wi How come mi haffi mi drug an herb an dweet? Mi blush, a scar on mi face Me love the flavor of mi cabbage An mi eyes a gristle Me know that mi cabbage Mi an mi eyes and mi neck a tight Cause mi eyes are! King of the Dancehall an mi ring mi An mi beat an mi king an mi ring mi An mi an mi blind waiter mi him An shi seh dem buss mi but a no Gyal mi nex an an man Mi a full a show mi just a to Mi seh dem buss mi but a no [Chorus] Mi have riddable mi King of the Dancehall And mi name mi an trophy Dem a call mi An shi come inna Gyal you liiid wi Hands down mi a program But mi just hear mi call Dem a call mi An shi come inna Gyal you liiid wi [x2] Artist: Bei Maejor Album: MaejorMaejor (Mixtape) Song: On the Dance Floor Typed by: AZ Lyrics Oh so much love, baby Oh so much more, baby [Verse 1] Baby, you ain't got a choice, daddy You can either get your ass in the club or get in the club You can be a H2O or get in the club But you don't know no one else, baby You ain't got a choice, but to dance with us Now move your body, baby, just like that But since your dance is so much fun And since I'm here, I'ma got to MOVE! [Chorus] Move like a pro, baby Moving like a pro, baby Move like a pro, baby Moving like a pro, baby Move like a pro, baby Move like a pro, baby [Verse 2] Now turn around, sweep, sweep, sweep Straight to the club and do a party in peace Well why you gotta trip when the girl got some salad? Move slow, baby, 'fore the hoe come near She look so fly, yes, she look so fly You gotta move fast, just the way I design your style Make you take a shot and get low like a roller Ain't no holding back, we can make it back And I got some riding around in that drop top, uhh In a harClar here's a little map, that we made for the girls to get deranged You wanna learn but you ain't there So we can make it through, you gotta hustle Make it stack, 'til you can't drop, you gotta cheat And I was just as smart, as sharp as spellcheck And the girls told me they would love me, but keep the secrets! [Chorus] Move like a pro, baby Moving like a pro, baby Moving like a pro, baby Moving like a pro, baby Move like a pro, baby Moving like a pro, baby Moving like a pro, baby Now a pro, pro, pro On the dance floor X, On the dance floor X, On the dance floor X, Artist: Bei Maejor Album: MaejorMaejor (Mixtape) Song ======================================== SAMPLE 117 ======================================== of menace in a bible Fuckin with my brother I get ghost As soon I daze her I get her and toss her She's no better when her ass drippin' off chronic rhymes And I throw this on a night track and let it spark She's no better and, when I'm on that shit, I can't be stopped Might also lock your jaw but I don't do snaps You got to be smart and... See a real nigga like a figga and a fake A thug nigga like a hustler you got to be slayed I don't respect a motherfuckin' nerd cryin' like "Who's he" And all you saw on TV was clips of her And all you had to do was a double take out the name You had to be strong and ... Real nigga hope you been through the drama And stop sweatin' pain and choke Because it will open your eyes and help you see right [Chorus] - repeat 2X [Verse 3] I beat the block with a bucket a day Nigga still cop cars and kill the kids And take a pay cut tryin' to live good But I'm thinkin' 'bout a billion dollars a year Only difference is few get it and some still die Tried to dis my mama but she had bad luck Some die in the graveyard while the rest got macked Most of them should probably peep that Black Sace Instead of stacking paper, why should I try God For the answers to these woes We can't afford to be living on the edge [Chorus] - repeat 4X Artist: Beenie Man Album: The Doctor Song: Two Whos Typed by: AZ Lyrics A B C Hey A mi nuh waan si yo cup Waan mi know who waan yo nut Cause yo no waan yo nut Two whos and a friend Yeah, a friend worries me Caw mi know one name widout yo Queen aster wid yo face, then mi friend seh mi friend [Chorus] Two whos and a friend [2x] No gig in my memory that a the attitude Mi love the way wi no neva know pon the thigh dem a mi whine and a the way mi build up the whine A the way mi build up mi believe me Mi gimme more trouble for mi [Chorus] Mi have me nuh si two-fours Yes mi waan leave mi daughter But mi caan reach inna mi panties Cause I love the way wi suh fi stare wanton wid the way mi bow When mi have second girlfriend a gimmi some indibi pon Cause mi have neva mi attitude Is jus the way mi ahdel Two whos and a friend [3x] No gimme more trouble for mi No gimme more trouble mi have [Chorus] A the king a the fool Mi have nuh the need but a the want mi caan Mi The king an the fool You the prince an you nuh kane Cool fi happen an you nuh need again A the king a the fool a the fool Swing an you nuh I use har an you just call it seagra No gimme more trouble for mi No gimme more trouble for mi No gimme more trouble for mi No gimme more trouble for mi No gimme more trouble for mi The way mi build up the buzzar [Chorus] Si that you my true love And weh me know best Shi waan devour Then mi waan choke And shi know mi a dime Sike, run from the hand of time Yet mi keep mi name on the ice despite the hand of change Mi an mi own the glancin an mi never have always been collectin An mi never sat down an have passed you [Chorus] Oh yes! 2x are goin right through yo heads??? [Chorus] - repeat 2x Oh yes! Artist: Rob Bailey Album: One Man Army Song: Left Forts Pt. 2 Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Lounge Lo] Left for left, blew for left Right for right,Bench maxin' That's how themreless could feel ======================================== SAMPLE 118 ======================================== :.. [Chorus One] [C] I take the, biz out from the underAfuir and lay it, prodigy it, roll with it [bluewin] Niggaz wanna play butca bl Bahamas soilla blow inside out like, "I beg your pardon" a mi biz dem banicalie a mi money supply a this seran gosa Gautomito Gone onnd all weapon like If I could bust a witta cell, its like a slot machine block like a knock knock, a slot machine seran gotti Serial killa Right on fools Put ya breath on A nuh tek a date Nuff a dem a we dem a nuh we A nuh we seh dem a nuh we Dem sell like sex But dat a di knw weh dem a sell like [chorus One] [C] I take the, biz out from the under and lay it, biz out from the under Then I.., break it on down I take, bizz out from the under Tzas chasin yo yo [Bangs] Nuff a dem a we waan fi drop like the drunk yo We seh dem a nuh fatie Vipping like, oh yeah Dem a noisey in a puff An a do might haffi go watch me shake An a them a try fi hold a thing a do [Saks] Yo One thing people have hated is them niggas around me That's why I'm bringin fire back To where it's slow and easy and I'm cappin A Marcus, a sparkle in a hispron Passing off raps as if they got shoulders and necks and ears Telling stories about the things that changed And I'm thinkin bout dying I died in a corner Someone please tell me where that is Please tell me that this is not a dream I'm not too scared to dream That somebody have a job where they don't sleep on me Becoming a sucker for no money and a friend Whose mission Ihr obsessed as hell Ihr force mental sex or did I choose I can't find no one to dyn it So rapping is my hobby Rap is my hobby [Saks] Yo One thing too many to be fucked with It's simple like you riding with Kool and Peas Not mention herons and jacks, Willies and Fies I hope this little rampage grew up to be lethal damage To the brain it was, now I can't see into vain Remember Kool and Fies I hope you enjoyed this interview Because in the long run it'll be a lot on your replay Cheers to the end of the day You can go and run down with your favorite gangster all in your face Cheers to the end of the day [Rich Self] My name is Rich Self, motherfucking Z And I rap to the fullest, so sucker ass don't forget em Anytime of the day, you can bring them bad boys together You can put me in the sun deck Spraying plex, angel in the dust When it comes to spitting curses, I'm divine like theymos Saying this hip-hop is nice but with a brick grand But you gotta have the game, you wanna have my babies though It's like stacking six figures with 16-inchrices Nigga, you know it's TV, and the bricks pull up And when they put me in the game, no hesitation They do it like this, where my monkey on em?] [Chorus:byshot] I'm saying fuck you You claim to be mad, boy you just flat out wrong You really ain't no angel you just a demon inside of you I'm a sucka MC, I'm a sucka MC from the bottom I'm a sucka MC, boy you can't conceas your trade I'm a sucka MC, I'm a sucka MC from the bottom I'm a sucka MC, boy you can't conceas your trade I just wanna be the king, you wanna get high You better save that praise for the grave [Rich Self] When I was 10, I had this misFurnace Rollie on the regular, on the regular, on the regular Always on a mission, screaming kung-fu, Kung Fu Mean while hood rich kid, selling weed sacks Hit the hood working on a mil, playing white boy On the real, going back to slang a mic Heading for the hide-out, gun ======================================== SAMPLE 119 ======================================== up like a level 5 star Threaten the ending, let me weight it up Show them that I did it, respect they life When yours slip and chance ends, fortune springs Full blown, men without a vest shoulda tried a creative green If the tech was green, it means they would of been dead for a moment But the doc seen us and started guffin like, AHHHHHHHHH~! [Chorus: Apocalipps] I'm tired of you MC's, you're headin straight to the floor I'll hit you with some funk shit, you'll be dead in the depths Cause your record stores, they sellin everything Aiy, let a funky drop shit knock, and I'll bet you'll be dead in the piles You got it right here's the bomb, big bomb - fuckin future Total package, total package Artist: Apocalipps Album: Smokefest Song: Smelling That I'm Drunk Typed by: pneumatic [Intro: Apocalipps] FeelLikeI'm rulin in a blue 151 ain't felt this pain since they all was on trial Wasn't feelin that I'm bocock, I probably wouldn't do that [Apocalipps] Maaan, murk, drug, blood fiends win the pot goers win the plajo-a-loc All my niggas spittin bombs they been thrillin fi the losin Shots, drive by, beepers, paranoia, all the gangsters woulda win If you had a quarter ounce, lets drink it If I won the pint, you would go to sleep early New widows come out and they taste much worse They get high from the caine but they diesel nought I can only imagine they runnin and they slangin drugs I light the blunt and I take the fern Bomb the weed and we might go outside I'm very civilian yeah, with the rules on my side But I am the high street god, who's the high fiends [Chorus: Apocalipps] Now have a look at what we are contemplate the yearbook or should I say the book of life? You pick the right words, I gonna have to stab you I'm going to take the body You burn me like a personally highly certifiedchemist [Apocalipps] Ayo, atope to this radio drama now exposed to this double takes of new birthdays, atobu, that's my belief, for some I be taking shots now I'm a certified chemist, take the race out for cars that I'm fixing cation sellin sheet cakes for us, to fix my car but right now, atobu, being sober is still a no brain Even though a nigga can't drive, cation he still wreck Sold all my L's, I'm a still be stuntin while you pullin out my glock, while I be flossin Did a whole verse in shed light, I wonder why they ignore me And I'm like.. Why they allow me to go insane, they lettin me go insane I just want to hold the sky, and keep the hope alive Spin fresh platinum through the niacin, hope out of the label And once my diction hits the mic, I'm a make my mark Had to give you the blues, you know the flavor Prodigal Sunn, Prodigal Son in Blood This pass from the wild, my flow will make ya shiver Hope hunger pains make ya change, ya see I'm a star You gotta see my work through my tears A nigga to make ya lonely, I'm goin hard I rather be without you, than without you to end up in a hearse Though I'd rather be away from you, you the only one I can trust to run this operation for me [Chorus] [Apocalipps] Yo, yo, how do I love you? You the only one I could've with me You the only one I could've with you You the only one I could curse at anytime You could love me or hate me And worse than a bitch is But she's funny and she's pretty and she's perfect I never saw her cry when she was cryin Cherry, I won't bite Don't take the time to mention times ======================================== SAMPLE 120 ======================================== like Tony Montana, save all my niggas Bitches on my dick, laughed at me and said I'm off sex Those are just few of my true riders, you fuckin doper's [Chorus] [Bishop Lamont] I don't really care If I step up in this smellin' like this, I don't give a shit This drug odor won't kill my hangin' sensation This drug odor won't kill my hangin' If I took a class to everynick and fake-ass simm-p I'd be hoppin' out aisin' a kid's collar I would be hangin' out the window Broke as a walk, mean muggin' the stinking soul I mean shit, bro, but a smoke be spillin' out my backside You really think the jokes? Or the fuckin' drugs? I don't laugh at nonsense, my style is fucked up Anatomically separated circuits, hang back and try to rearrange I've seen a lot of shit through the years but this is the last I give a fuck if you think I'm dumb, you faggots get punched into fragments See the joke? I don't laugh at bullshit I laugh at the weak, I curse as the laughter eats away I don't fight these battles but I dust dust Sleep this talk and let the game speak for now I'm up on a overhandling wishbone Boomer Esiason, chalk 'em up [Chip Banks] Boss is way off They overstepped When I ucked the fence They bragged about their credentials But when we check the chevy It's dead wrong These niggas be off the heesy The type that buy shit in a provck And get milked by the Robyn brew But are we the best? Wether or not your chips are low So your hoes are beat But they make me sick With the way they stare at me Don't give a fuck You're mad at them cause you can't mess with a patch I just earned my stripes So it ain't no matter what I'ma finish this mission grown ass tall Is that a disguise or just a fake? Cause I'm the, the, the boss The head man, I got cause to hide So when you see me Run run go buy my album Don't ask for a lot But if I see you gotta say a million A lot like (I can't even drive one car) Don't even try to hit me I'll just drive me to hell [Chorus] [Bishop Lamont] I don't really care If I step up in this smellin' like this, I don't give a shit This drug odor won't kill my hangin' sensation This drug odor won't kill my hangin' If I took a class to everynick and fake-ass simmpson I'd be hoppin' out aisin' a kid's collar I would be hoppin' out a grill To make a spirit whoop-pas Hang-as To make a spirit whoop-pas Hang-a-tat To make a spirit whoop-pas Hang-a-tat To make a spirit whoop-pas Hang-a-tat To make a spirit whoop-pas Hang-a-tat To make a spirit whoop-pas Hang-a-tat To make a spirit whoop-pas Hang-a-tat To make a spirit whoop-pas Artist: Bishop Lamont Album: N*gger Noize Song: Footprints Typed by: ***@***.*** [Intro] [Bishop Lamont talking] Good lookin' Focus. I'm gonna make this masterpiece theater You got that Footprints?? I think it's time you knew, believe that [Verse One] Poor man's New York! Where's the kind of blood? Rap is fashion and Ewoks and diamond rings Are fake niggas with fake ass braids Should of known I don't listen Detroit since I can't trust the hoes Been in Z numbers like a mop with screens I'm double-A in passing Nelson Lohse'll never throw a throw Chicago since 5th is my home St. Louis has sucked up all theisgrana Chicago ghetto kids are down with the hood [Verse Two] Every unified we feel is dark ======================================== SAMPLE 121 ======================================== industin , not hesitance Strikin front how iIGHTS! (ights and shoots) And iWEAR.com gives eyesight! Okay I'm prince tact him just satin that paper can't blind me! [Chorus + Bridge] [9th Prince] Dear love, I've been yearnin to be safe Whatever we had faith in me, what's the motive? Takin the good from the weak, what's the reason? Dear God, don't let me down, there's no conspe-lent Here's the reason, we in the rap game I came from the bottom Drop acid on you homies Shout out to my homeboy Cypress Hill Low key Then you noticed That I had the sick shit to rap Yes in the CD em Trace forward Hold ya feet Ain't no Cris' let em back Chase the dollar That's my motto Hit em with the ruckas And watch em fall through the hole I fill mutha fuckin' shit with gas When all I wanna do is get my fuckin' ass rich Fuck bitches Love bitches Love bitches Word to God, God to God I don't know why you niggas don't understand I'm tired ah weh yo girlfriend Houses I rip it yeah I own Niggas don't want it I'm the fuckin' man I get a head rush Yo mother, yo mother damn it Your kids need to be here You're a martyr for what cause I'm life long inside of me Yeah I have no choice But I gotta get it how I live [Chorus + Bridge] [9th Prince] The facial evident, intent to murder now On a mission for a class to elevate I'm as high as a five star general Invest in mo' than a hundred and fifty round logistics Surrounded by jakes like I'm blockin' their gold heads Now it's time for me to show these fools Aint no use of you small birds Without no place like the pastor When you know a nigga still believe what he say I come through with Flow on my side And I'm all about Miri Shay My story and what I'm walking on top That's why its called the night before the show Before the teachers said I should drop out Before the rappers said I should front Before the models said I'm rowdy Before the models said I'm rowdy Before them fights I was still looking fat That's why its called the night before the show [Chorus] Artist: Asheru & Godfather Album: Asleep in the Bread Aisle Song: One and the Back Typed by: ***@***.*** [ShortEmuMusic] The song that we gave yall, is wack and that is the reason we gave yall [Chorus] You can fall shit, you can front shit You can sell shit you can steal shit you can blow shit, dollar dollar You can fix shit, them damn flaws [x3] [Asheru] I'm a non smoker, don't be no sucker active on this mic as I relish you hear me talkin trash, y'all call me Lif I walk past the block with work I scrapped that's lame, then you call me Running Horse I spin a army, leafs, and bags when I was grass a green leaf, a classic flag you wanna breeze but see the woods hold grass an aBegash, an achistory, a memoir an a casualty, different from today the aviation of your brain, a hundred percent sure to crash an allstar [Outro] The sleeper assassin,robatchemist And the breadat avenger, MC Ren Grand Puba, the baddest [Chorus 2X: Godfather] Grand Puba, the baddest [Asheru] They only will be the baddest, MC's Jiggy nigga cats, bag 'em all quick They'll fall to the floor, stopped Your style's, funky Props, when I drop them Stand clear, when I pack 'em Be aware, of who you facing [Asheru] You know I'm kinda close to home Cats try to reach for my mic but can't catch body Just spit in your mouth and get me smoked I'm a bastard, think of rehab then think again Niggas can't handle me, I'm through ======================================== SAMPLE 122 ======================================== is like a diamond Tonight its better than standing in rain Throw your hands in the air, don't wanna run out of fuel Everything is fine, but there is a catchnin' hole through your soul Just open your eyes, and see where you belong! [Hook - 8x] Artist: Big Pokey & Chris Ward f/ Lil' Keke, MJG Album: Mob 4 Life Song: Bang On Typed by: Lil Hustle [Hook - 2x] Real niggaz get popped, ask your boss Hoez & clientele got they eyes on P, that money on my baby I done spent too many homies on that bitch, its time to get high They hate me cause I'm fly though, they think that I got me But check it, I been livin' like a king though You still trill bitch you bit my baby [Verse 1 - Lil' Keke] I don't love them whores, I tell you what I need If I don't fuck with you bitch I'm gone get it back Suckin' dick for a playa, pay me no front You will get no head from my dress, just pull out my dick You better think, before you talk that shit Take off your g-string shirt, get your ass and act like you want this Now you on stage, I'm fuckin your bitch from the back The way you suck is fuckin, my cock is in her throat Jocking my jeep, I'm wrecking the show Get my dick suck for a sandwich Or even just slap it on the g-string You bitch you fake I'll see you later [Hook] [Verse 2 - 2x] I like a nasty round All up on her body, titties poking her She's sucking on her Next Pussy, jeans poking her Banging that H-n-u-g-titty-ack Putting up numbers, these niggaz be tripping me 3 dollars, 2 on the hard drive My cuts need a rest, bitch got a wash and a bad wash and a dress 4 dollar wings, catching the shine, that 4-5-6 Moving up the block, to the factory Getting my dough, and if you bitch you loving it I like em everyday of the week Sliding in and out of them P's, and I knew it'd be click-clack [Hook] [Verse 3 - Lil' Keke] If you got a trick, then hoe swing my way I don't give a fuck, I don't got a motherfuck All the fly niggaz move quicker, I got a click full a ropa I swang on your head pop your drawers off, with big heaters I aint riding to your shows you gone tip back I'm trying to track down your girl with a body shop key Gang gang, slang shot on your crew What's that smell, nigga, flee galore You know that New Noize, they pack macs With a black. Glesson on the waist pipe, with nine clip 6 of them niggaz from here, nigga 6 of them talking gang, niggaz, still living hard [Hook] Artist: Big Pokey & Chris Ward f/ H.A.W.K., Mike D Album: Mob 4 Life Song: D-Game Typed by: Lil Hustle (*talking*) What, like the H-oes, let me guess Back to the real, that'll haunt you [Hook - 2x] D-G's flossing with bout it money Can't afford shit, drive bad, get bounced Don't cross me, I'll bust your ass And throw ya game on the lot, bet you know how to play So get ready, cause I just the man It's the G, the H, the A, the D A-gga, the D-man and the -G [Big Pokey] I'm the D-man cause I'm the D-man I'm the G, the H, the A-gga, the D [Mike D] I got -gnow, check it I can't pass it, cause I go way back And any nigga can slide on a nigga Cause I got pallets of ice to throw on you And I got -gnow, straight up ice to throw on you Pack it ======================================== SAMPLE 123 ======================================== about my health I'd be working on gettin' paid and on, fed up, flow on shit I'm livin' with my head up (that's right) Got a whole lotta problems I know I been fuckin' too much Most of my niggas got ducks in they shell (y'all know) I need to be clean and have duck in they mouth (tryna' get school help) All the time it's funny how one fly guy can blow the spot Hell, he'll turn an excellent start from a bitch To an excellent man with a flawless kitty cat background Preachin' it well, me and this kid blazin' up the curb When the songs start playin I can jump up in the Jag and flip the Benz Watchin' the ladies through my speakers, pimpin and singlin' wit they girl in the luvv (and they do) Til my vultures start talkin' to each other, peep the etiquette I respect it when them knees touch the ceiling And I'ma be yourself, you wouldn't hurt yourself And you ain't even got a kitten but you kickin' it with your crew Ya better kick to the rear and meet a roost in the bed Or get bucked when my engine gets aer fog [Chorus] There's a lotta people I don't know but who knew me Star catcher, star catcher No catcher Star catcher No catcher No catcher No cat [Verse 3: Danny Brown] Hi I'm so glad you are now free I thought you might free You are [Verse 3:Freeway] Eat my pussy like a pussy Shit [Chorus] Artist: Jon Bellion f/ Christianne Jensen Album: The Definition (Mixtape) Song: Lord Forgive Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Verse 1: Jon Bellion] I wash my tears, smile on my soul Off my belt, rise to the occasion A celebration of hip-hop with a parade in chaps And cheers for the true that made a mad man choose to diss the pill I can see my name on the cross Hash I will always have a place for my lost children Beware of the casket drop Tears from the sleep of a youth That once was lost to the ages I was blindsided by Gone, gone, gone until I'm hair-like If I won't have my revenge, who's the word You better know you're birthed soon [Verse 1: Freeway] Thank the lord for my family and my freedom As I step to the barricade where my refuge is blocked off I'm proud to hold my license I said that I'll be here for a change Through these penitentiary doors I'm fighting for my life through these penitentiary doors And I'm fighting for my life through these penitentiary doors And I'm fighting for my life, through these penitentiary doors Know what it's like life in these penitentiary doors Stuck in this world from day one Without a reason to question or not Yet find a truth so uncalm Standing strong for what got turned against The hate is a cancer in our family But I believe in God, not these walls I believe in God, not these walls [Verse 2: Christianne Jensen] I've had a moment of clarity Something so transcendent that it could move me I've had a little inside look I'm so high on the downfall Singin' very heavy in your head like my wife When I'm feelin' like it's on mine Feels like my soul's been misplaced In the night my visions are trippy Misused and abused But truth I find in the essence And what it means is truth is so universal I'm takin' over your mind I've beenverted away I've beenverted away [Verse 3: Chris Brown] Misuseserve Give into historical mistakes And what remains is a mystery I'm tired of looking in they eyes And all the past is just a memory I get-get into it, I admit I'm turning around And I see They've all been blind So I let my guard down I've been hiding from the spotlight I've been drinking the potion And I've seen what I've been missing My peoples Got me confused Oh-my-our-guys-got-got-us Oh-my-our-guys-got-us Oh-my ======================================== SAMPLE 124 ======================================== shift work shift her weight45 drop (Drop!) All chromed out, servify quicker (Servify?) got no run with us - go to Walking Withjar (Bow!) Brown liquor make a fool wanna dreamscape (Dreamscape) All bent mail, five Sunoco socks and a dreamscape While the first lady saw her walk with me One, two-thousand-seven eye watch on a page and a page ain't gon click I'm like a check for funds [?] I was jail-sentence with a record in the parole office I'm like Black Wall Street - they know mo'alties I'm like Roscoe: you don't get no bail Cause the young bucks don't pay no attention to the third Make no mistake... Artist: Apollo Brown & O.C. Album: Trophies Song: Prove Me Wrong Typed by: ***@***.*** Calm before the storm... [O.C.] From whence I came, express my pain Shape and mold my frame, I go where I go Spit a strider, my words float like a sinner I know a crossing a line, the first hand experience Along the way to reveal the secret that makes the best of me For there is no other place that I would rather be Mysteriously implants record my wishes break the brick wall and the window on the inner low and the dentist will only look out for your wishes My wish still stands when and only the pen hits the skin Nub of the neck shows the outline of a fetus if you ever need me to draw a map [Chorus] I always knew - (of course I knew it) It was the only thing I had to hide I always knew - (of course I knew it) Don't let time pass me with this view I always knew - (of course I knew it) There is no other place I would go I always knew - (of course I knew it) My forever I'm on this tangent I'd say to myself do you miss me [O.C.] time to move on, I sit with this piece somewhere I cannot be saw It's a metaphor forgers in the game who want to scout my future I advise you, don't try to fake it Show your scars, now risen it's time to ride and you can't promise it or show pride Cause the man who documents is a mirage and shouting it He should have that white sheet or that glass in his hat that reads: you played me, games have always asked If you don't share my greed play with me I'll play you like a! horse and make you a!Bullet he's gonna take his time so I can track my steps Pastch and his friends in the WizDe sacrificed and plus, it's true, the time limits to Burn a minute left and not owe it all I left plenty and I can footprints in the pool but I left ya while I'm sorry and I can dance to this [Chorus] [O.C.] Calm before the crush IClarify It's truth in the dark that's why they hide my scent you fear when I creep in my benz up but still IClarify I'm no killer but my only fear is my own life my own, my own Damn my own life my own life [Chorus] Artist: Apollo Brown & O.C. Album: Trophies Song: You Know Typed by: ***@***.*** [Intro: O.C.] it {*scratched: "the same old"*} [O.C.] All that I see it seems a changin' be we dyin' then some to follow and then some to follow (like ya suppose) [Chorus: O.C.] If you thinkin' that your now, damn it bitch you know,has to be There's no gown you can wear ain't get took for granted nowadays e.g. in the hood it's all about the bills Now see, I've watched Hollywood turn into a movie the cornrollers, the crooks, blacks and jews the wrong impression, I puff as much as the "Ya smoke" and make ya mouthpiece "IT'S SO cold" Mo' money than the crack babies made like Ya cold wanna go Winter Sports for the -owl Swe ======================================== SAMPLE 125 ======================================== lit, oh my God Baby I ain't no role model, I'm no comedy For the situation, the tragedy, I'm no role model Mama told me, look when the Lord is humble And the Lord is more humble than you guys And I'm in theMF, getting cream like a breakfast in the evening In the Penthouse penthouse maid club on the beach Girl Scout retreats Girl Scout leader: Girl brothers let them youth flaunt ya Let them youth get close to the most powerful man (Chorus) My life is very short I thank God IV didn't miss him But when I thank God I can I can wish I couldAWAY~! [Bridge] Never been inside out Count me out, I'm talking real fast But I been outside out Count me out, there's only one runner Count me out, I'm talking real fast But I been outside out I wasn't trying to close my eyes so long I been outside out I wasn't trying to count my blessings I wasn't trying to daydream I wasn't trying to pray and shout I was just trying to live my life Cause life ain't never gon' call me back [Rap II] Count me in, baby that's my life Count me out, that's my life I was sleeping on the floor, I was prayin' I was talkin' shit, I was swervin' I wasn't scared, I wasn't tryin' I wasn't saying shit, I was just coastin' I was on the verge of crying, this crazy life I had control It drove me crazy, drove me crazy I was on the brink of fallin' This mental state gave em my sanity Anxiety is just a few of my woes Ahead in my head is like a weight I can't bear Numb the pain with a beat I can't feel Numb the pain with a beat, NU should have never let me in this bitch Never felt so detached from reality See, I can't believe I went through this shit Before I did it, Before I did it, I was never sure I'd ever take the crown, both my families sad I needed to bowels and distorts Worst friend in the friend pack; my black queen was dope I had toORE my heart and mind in this bitch I had toORE my heart and mind in this bitch I had toORE my heart and mind in this, this and that I had toORE my heart and mind in this, this and that I had toORE my heart and mind in this, this and that I had toORE my life and never hate in my life And never look back and never look back in my life And never look at the last days and enjoy the shit And if I could look at life in the same exact order I'd be ready to do whatever, I be ready to go I'm ready to pull this strap and never wear another watch And you can be an MC or you can be a dummy So, young brother, shake your balls like the lotto Don't forget my witness list, fill it with haters and fake veterans I do 'em, I do 'em, I do 'em, I do 'em [Chorus] [Talking] All I know is blink and fours All I know is blink and fours All I know is blink and fours All I know is blink and fours All I know is blink and fours All I know is blink and fours Artist: Aziatix Album: Nocturnal Song: Go (Acoustic) Typed by: AZ Lyrics Don't waste no time You best believe it will be soon Rough and rugged my flow You've been barking up the wrong tree So you're looking for your medicine 'Cause that's the way it does be all around the world It's been a long time since I've been sitting courtside singing softly She's writing me checks representing minds on lines blistering ink ravaging across the face She's got a nasty face with a ugly shape that I can't explain hasn't it all popped up off me in the past Set off a flame, stick a flame in a bubble bath Stuck and sticking 'til the walls are all bursted up hers in the air, I can't take it I know you can't take it but I can give it to you Gonna riot yeah, ruining everything I can't wait around noon to get to my court date hella, pretty picture frame forgery on the wall ======================================== SAMPLE 126 ======================================== life catch a case, hang life in the Soul orbiting space, tilting nova [Chorus at end] [Along the chain] Artist: 50 Pence Album: Get Rich or Claim Benefit Song: In Da Pub Typed by: ***@***.*** (Chorus) If you in the gang) That's right (That's right) I'll put a criss on ya (I'll put a criss on ya) That's right I'm getting money, Cadillac some days ma (Chorus) Still do Never gonna stop growing (c'mon, c'mon) Gotta keep it rock for my fuckin' scholarship (Gotta keep it rock for my fuckin' scholarship) I'mma have to hit the block (I might hit the block) still getting bucks (yeah), still keeping it real (Gotta get my money) Never grinnin' in the click (yeah) Park my vehicle in the lot 4 True gang members always gone gang (Chorus) Artist: 50 f.arr Album: Get Dirty Radio Song: Get Dirty Radio Typed by: ***@***.*** My generation; my generation ...my generation ...my generation hey yo Thought i was gonna say somethin'? Your kid don't blow up my car, but the interior is blue (the interior) Firearms, watches, blue chucks, watchin' on the bity It's your brother Not really cool Not me, not 50 or Louis Not the Big joints, not 50 or Louis Not Hugh Hefner Don't let that put ya sanity in the mix Yeah, uh, I'm not really cool Not me, not 50 or Louis Not the Big joints, not 50 or Louis Not the Big joints, not Louis (La Da like) Fellas is makin' mad dough And niggas wanna front You gotta come down, first off, niggas don't wanna die When you get to grips with the game, you learn Livin' my life on the Ave So the casualties will write me, but it won't be a war It'll be a real nigga, that put a bullet in you You see, they thought I wasn't livin' when I said I rap And I don't have a army like the militaries So spit at them niggas, tryin' to pull them straps Pull at them niggas, if you can't cuff them niggas You think you can take me, because I'm a fliest And I ain't worried 'bout the hype I'm a clique up, we on the block smooth Disrespect us, then get your jaw stained My pistol is loaded, we kill carras No valuables or drugs, we hotter than sun beams Glad you didn't believe me, but I'd be surprised if I wasn't in it It's a mystery to me, but the jackers behind the scenes Want the money, the Klein brothers wanna lean The gang is bigger than the Great Gatsman, gat clucker You get that money and freeze, that's all a lie I'm a gangsta, I represent peace of mind I got my hands on my gavel, that's all I know I'm a platinum trophy, treat it like it's ice, watch me show you how to carve Money changes hoes and car keys, cocaine cocaine Adcartele wanna party like it'sictatin Girl you treat me right behind closed doors Count your blessings, baby you shoulda brought your glove When you brought that gal with you, wouldn't have been jealous Let's play, she brought her juice and I'm bringing the powder I'm back, motherfucker I been whippin' up all the sauce I let my balls bounce, I'm the best man alive Chorus Everything you do, you shoulda kept it real Hide your wiht, hide your pocket Go and tell your girl, that you got some good love Don't you cry cry, you thought you was tough But look in my eyes, you shake and your laugh fade No jail time, no patience No one to blame, baby you shoulda kept it real You the gang, you the skrilla I wanna fuck you, go and fuck you Wait for you to come, nigga, you can have that all night You the ======================================== SAMPLE 127 ======================================== on its rear view May the best luck to anyone (sroots my crew into a ball of bling) So from this sector of life my songs glide Okay, I got this woman going crazy Asset accessories, wardrobe staple I'm like a drag of nightmare look (my dreams have lemons) Them looking glass of hell broken Malcolm X ain't looking like a psychic Even if I can solve the problem of all these telepath jokers I manage to speak clear like Pharcyde Mister house corrections I'm like Ray Lewis Don't make me cell shit Get home like a flash; bail while the bombs is blowing I got game to catch ya, face to face with the game Practice with the mental, or make your hood proud Hope the Earth tracks you like a jigsaw Hope the water ain't rocking backround Haha, never let the water get to you Unless it's from the bottom of a sink full of dead fish and all the people that got nothing to do And all the people that got something to do I'm just trying to find a way out! Choose, destroy I got a death wish so it's time to fight So when I'm awake, I remember the night Don't dare cause if you don't, I'm gonna kill you Beheaded you never, I'm so hostile Rocking the plastic like a blackguard You backpack gangbangin' I've puttin' in work So who's your confundrums? I'm vexing like Lauren You say you was dissing but can't be found Na na nah, Na na na Na na na na I said I said I, I said I, I Na na na na So let's build on that, I, I I, I So let's build on that, I, I So let's build on that, I, I, I So let's build on that, I, I, I So let's build on that, I, I, I So let's build on that, I, I, I, I First you went to school with the sound of blast But once you get in know me well I just don't lie when I say I'm out of control And I got no time for niggas dissin' me You say you wanna be a star you can be an actress I just wanna be like you and do my do's And while you in there use your brain I just sit back relax and let the chrome spin I'm just that dude that'll rip your wind pipe People say I'm trippin' but I'm really not Am I a jack of all trades? Yes I'm an undefeated freak that'll blow y'all wax Can't stop me from going from easy to hard Now you got a whole lot of self control You can throw that thang at a cop and forget who sent it You can teach nobody how to beat you but they'll try You can make a way but it won't mean a thing if it ain't done You can rule humanity but it's a dangerous business Don't let nobody tell you that Oh my god Gangster, gangster, gangster Gangster, gangster, gangster Yeah Yeah I'm gangster, gangster, gangster I'm gangster, gangster, gangster Yeah Used to serve 'em four years on one out-of-four bidness bid But the bidness for a second time lady, that was in the midwest I kept it real even did I dissed it They disrespected my nothing was the theme of my pop I do my best to follow what the rules say I gotta keep it G and most of all I wanna be free I got to go to work on my Second Back and get paid Some of y'all will never make it, my baby motherfucking headache I've been to jail for a week and you never make it Can't sleep at night, I did this shit for my family I can't eat, I did this shit for my seeds I have no kids, I have no kids, we need to be real I put my mama's health away, I did this shit for my kids I can't sleep at night, I did this shit for my family I can't eat, I did this shit for my seeds I have no kids, I do not own a lot of land Nah, nah, I'm working till my shit gets hard I put my head down, cause that's what Blue Wah My hustle bearable, if you could see how I ride it My life is one big ballistic step ======================================== SAMPLE 128 ======================================== (you know why?) Cause it's rap on the map, you know where to find me Tryin' to signal, the homeboys around the way (uhh) I just felt like I could do some impersonation (if you feel it say ohhh) (I.I.I.I.I., I'm singin' like O.G.)(I'm singin' like O.G.)(I'm singin' like O.G.)(Ghetto life!) [Verse 2 - Oktane] You better feel it boy Everybody know You can go and pluck the dehorn Dance with the king Catch you when you roll Hit the parking lot when you roll Don't park in the side door Hands down, a man I gotta protect it Ask my lawyer boss The homie still got his thang on cocked If he really stole it Just another verse from the life of crime Rap's most wanted Time is a limit it's never over Catch me if you can Catch me if you can Tear your body up Catch me if you can Beat me down Extras are made for radio Rap's the life with a melody I made it speak fresh and able To kick it the wild route Relics is gees with Lyrics that flow smooth and consecutive Passing route, this in a hearview You'll get sucked in Where nonbelievers are convinced of mad and murderous intention Run from the spitter I ran from the spitter I ran from the spitter [Chorus 2] Run from the spitter I ran from the spitter I ran from the spitter [Verse 3 - Esoteric] We keep it lit, dim the lights Pass the beat, kids, it's too hot Pass the dixie, light up crooks Look out cuz, you might find yourself at the spot where I sat And my fist is in the air, meet me on the wave Lighting, this life of mine We're more than drug deals, we're lighting candles Flowing ignorance, this life of mine We're more than drug deals, we're lighting candles Flowing ignorance, this life of mine [Bridge - Esoteric] The streets are dangerous, where to make them Fake niggaz test the trap, Esoteric is on the run Dip and the metal, watch the wifes blast our shit We're breaking away from the wack, this is concrete We're twice as deadly, as AK's and Iraq From the open muck of the eyes I try to block the truth that you the use us No one else around, comes our way A second thought, I hast collapse [Chorus 3] A second thought [Bridge - Esoteric] Don't cross the line We don't need to confront who's on your mind I'll ax through your mind with a force of imagination cs4th wold you was on your team Until you black and field tested, I keep my team prepared Our armed in the streets, when runnin' outta rhythm You find a victim, who's money astronomical Talk spooks, you can consider her your ex boyfriend Dopey, sip of my past you discover Herringbone baby with a strange look on her face You, tell me which one of these girl's want to make a baby? You can afford it, all you really want is a raise Couple court dates, feeling stuck in a cage Feet first, so you know it's wrong with you And when they told you have her, you ain't tryna' break her This is me, I trust no man, I ain't supposed to last My life is shit but I depend on nobody else So it's wholeardlessultaneous, every moment is precious And you're fucking with somebody that know not to act whack I'm the meaning of any cherry you want I'm the reason why more niggaz hate you than first [Chorus 4] A whole chicken, a whole bitch Is a bitch that's there for nigga measure Another chain that your chain from out the south A whole chicken, a whole bitch Is a bitch that's there for nigga measure Breaking chains like a cage, concrete Is a bitch that's here for nigga measure WholeChicken coon, whole chicken [Verse 2 - Apathy] Yea you done, fuck that shit, I'm better off with your mother How can I wallow in, the misery I feel when I'm born again It's the chain of command, I'll sell you ======================================== SAMPLE 129 ======================================== down Back up, I'm SAYING, represent 98, get it [Chorus 1: Fannie Sudde] [B-Baud] Little shorty, she got me high She ain't never seen a man so diss Told me 'bout your bling, wow Gone all alone with yo girlfriend When they (stairgrite) She caught her doing dough But yo, fuck that, man don't give a fuck I'm comin' like a Mack truck Thought she gave him a ring But now she's shaking something I guess the homies don't like each other [Chorus 2:�) [B-Baud] I just could mean to say, that he is sorry And I think that he's in need of, some help But he (staces around) And he's (steppin' outta here) [Verse 2: B.B. Burp] She's always right, and I love her But she's always wrong, and so much pain she needs It's hard to sit around and just talk All my fair niggas are down with these (rape) And I know it's hard for her, when Your hearts beatto Married to the money and the arms Gotta feed her and she makes a nigga feel [Chorus 1] [Verse 3: Marlyreeta] Yeah She was my ho, til I got dizzy Tried to calm her down since she was like 7 While I was rollin', rollin', and kissing her Up and down, keep it rolling no rush You're still a lil girl, keep it real You just another girl trying to pull my card You're even worse off than what you had Any other ho gonna make trouble for me And I'm a hold it down til I make it out the house I know you'll pull through when your plane get to Atlanta And your snowmoke, played your song so pretty When you met my girl, that's so special You cried so tears, I hear you cry on the phone cause ain't no crying on my end, cause I'm missing you [Chorus 2] Artist: 57th Street Rogue Dog Villians f/ Tech N9ne Album: It's On Now Song: Never Bendago Typed by: ***@***.*** (Intro) Oktane: Yo who it is, son Yo unt yeah, hero Sonador Soundcheck oh boyeah (Unh) ahahahaha Recognize [5-Star] Aha I sit back and rewind it's G.D. time it's on now I've conquered the town and claimed the title of King of the Roth so forget what they say about the fakes the streets is on fire like propane I double jackets with the gat and I lead a quarter of thehill where every fake killa feel I turn my back and its useless to you who wanna fake with more gun trying to look like a vampire in a rain coat from the scene, I see a Savior cant save ya from the rifles and the grenades that the 5-25's in the victims side of the bullet what you wanna do you must act like you ready to do everything in you life is painful but yesterday when i said today it didn't happen that way today is the day let's plan it out for futureine and you can be what you wanna be i know its not like this well if you agree stand here in the sunlight and i'll blind ya and you can see me creen [Luke] A Pimp's torch and my purpose on the field is to give you the sheep they wanna keep but will not give you the sheep they wanna take Let me tell you what your life's like [Chorus 2X: Tech N9ne] Tomorrow night, I'm gon have a choice What type of life are you in? What type of blessing are you in? What type of lesson are you in? Can't be blinded by the blind can't be blindsided by the truth can't be blindsided by the truth Must be chose, gotta be chose We gonna make it hard for the fruit of my labor Earn it sweat if you wanna hold it If you wanna hold it you gotta hold it Gimme dat'k, gimme dat'k Wet it all together, what ======================================== SAMPLE 130 ======================================== ups You know I can't be stopped There's no way to find the spot Who the fuck's with him Who wanna be my friend? I guess I wore the name Of theagin state kid You all with the dirt Mike Running with snakes,atus is for the profit You can ask the people I murder the scene Cleaned and reggie the saint's liver Heavenly earth, forgive my soul Empty the sky for the devil and his angels And I make the devil wanna come In a daze let the devils dunk Get ready for the breath of the devil increase In this rap world we live I make the world go 'round Make the world go around Got amans cute as we Without saying something They will all go down On this cross beam you can see my cross Patience, cause it might matt Believe me caught up in the high traffic Section 8 For what it's worth Five cars and a half mil But I had to go To handle my attitude I'm grossin' What's goin' on Situation critical I got to flee Bitch would know Ace'm a killer But that couldn't happen So I stay far from cities My bitch came out last December No blow I was born in a foreign land Now I raise ho's like I'm Bounty Dan In the gold or the ghetto gold Feeling like I'm a diamond or a Pharoah Could this be real life As long as it's real as my family and what I live? They could die from whatever favorite theme song And more when I come back That Motive that making music for the kids in the back seat of the Humvee Tearing us the curtains off My other intelligent kids is hardly average They quarreling over money and guns and hoes I'm fighting over kids like you and me Imagine me in front of a court And a half a million in margin Your daughter facing life and she's going to spend it Your grandmomma's going to cry and your daughter's going to grow And as long as my income tax is the difference And as long as record labels are paying royalties I can't lie I'll pay that price For Pete guy that don't write the books but lead the Keep us out of jail if we don't go to work You can ask the younger brothers Kicking the litter down And feeding em off to their normal merry groupies Pointing out the fact that they jail stacking They don't pay attention Third is ignorance I can't help but wonder if my ears are hearing off Silicone Or Adidas... Artist: Beck Album: The Information Song: Wookie Typed by: AZ Lyrics Wookie [?] What's with the wookie? Why's that saying,aling Wookie [?] I'm saying huh boy Better get the fuck back boy I got the wookie [Young Water] Banging the wookie All my dogskies Flirting with the wookie, would ya? I'm saying no Banging the wookie Drunk serving, with the wookie Wooaling in the wookie, would ya? I'm saying no Woooooooooo Album Listen Me Is Like (Mixtape) Song: You Typed by: AZ Lyrics Bitch it's you No one understands our pain Mostly we blame You ain't on the end zone Bitch it's on the way point Caught up in the new shit Mostly we blame You ain't on the end zone Oh we ain't the Loser Tha Beyonce and Lil' Kim but we 22 There's no reverse and yo we Flipping Every day is like Christmas Bitch we gonna get you Bitch we gonna have you Ho those are just some of our names Who knew that we'd be hot? Bitch it's you Grandma but I'm the Mrs who got the semi Grandma what happened to your whole crew? Bitch we playing this year Look at themodels and cars Look at the pretty women Look at the money we making Look at the money we spending Look at the money we spending Make it nonchalant know that we making it Make it nonchalant know that we making it [6ix9ine] You's a bitch even worse than the average bitch, talking back It's over your heads Even thoughts of revenge is taking my breath away I let my fear take flight like a ransom I'm more than a suspect in a ======================================== SAMPLE 131 ======================================== Brand] Do what you wanna do with that But watch the police coming All I'ma do is snitch but I gotta help keep it sup-let me help my mother Get laws, killers, all I know I'm pissy drunk, smokin's straight for reasons I don't understand I used to swill beer like I drink a pint and I pour People like "I'm drinkin' I just can't drown" Those are all the times that I successively floatin' You can fo the first world, I'm a first century accordingly I can still remember times I was lonely Earthmint is heavy,Years back home they put me on deck But I had dreams that I would fuck them but no, That wouldn't be very deep Because the closest thing to home is a big banger on the parka I'm comin home to Earth like "Fuck it" [Bridge] I stressed, when I was young I couldn't wait to become a thug I knew it would never work and I got a guillotine and escape I would have it in my palm A lot of brothers still got that barbarello Every weekend they whip it's own sheets [Chorus] Say, my momma, it's okay My girl is, my baby's the closest We can still get it all without a phone I'll bring my girl, I'll bring my kids I'll bring my bro I'll bring my darlin I'm through, I'm through I know we can't be pussies no more [Verse 2] I can't help that I'm white, when all my gold Misplace or swolen lands where my people chocolate Not proud no more, keep the bad to yourself I had to do away with, all that drama Use my mind as a sword, producer won't loose his mind How did it end, all them questions that I left Many still don't understand that I got a plan My brothers still they in the game and they still they able I still seen all the evil and I still I still I still I still I still I still run and hide from the one [Bridge] I stressed, when I was young I couldn't wait to become a thug I knew it would never work and I got a guillotine and escape I would have it in my palm A lot of brothers still got that barbarello Every weekend they whip it's own sheets [Chorus] Say, my momma, it's okay My girl is, my baby's the closest We can still get it all without a phone I'll bring my girl, I'll bring my baby I'll bring my bro I'll bring my darlin I'm through, I'm through I know we can't be pussies no more [Older Brother] Life begins when your midgets flips the direction of the planet but you're still depending on your friends You can lose your mind if you don't learn to meditate Learn to recite, memorize, the thoughts in your mind days of your life don't seem like you're awake So you stick to the script and recite the Buddah, don't take it for granted just give and take and wait, till the end Try to retreat to it, to it, to it, to it, to it [Chorus] I stressed, when I was young I couldn't wait to become a thug I knew it would never work and I got a guillotine and escape I would have it in my palm A lot of brothers still got that barbarello Every weekend they whip it's own sheets [Poet] You looking at me like I blasphemy against you The lust in me that made me smile for three days The tears that mixed with all the shit I say Through all the pain and all the pain Through all the shame and the lies that you put in front of me And all I can say is motherfucker I'm so, so sorry that my life took a turn This put me in a strange place where I didn't seem to know where I belong Was never to home, then this place I prospered Home to my first girl and now I gotta roam [Chorus] I stressed, when I was young I couldn't wait to become a thug I knew it would never work and I got a guillotine and escape I would have it in my palm A lot of brothers still got that barbarello Every weekend they whip it's own sheets (Where you at, where you be?) I can't believe you But what you're doing I betuch ======================================== SAMPLE 132 ======================================== It's like these bananas is my soda Now we released, the clique's on the lake Songbirds will turn swife, with the grace To slip through the porthole, some slip through the portholes Some slipped with ungraded weapons, some let they guns spit These are the grapes, named after the Queen Who shine like evening sun, while we look to the west We bring forth the fruits of the earth, without the seeds There comes a time to be born, at the end of our history Our common soil is like ours, and where we find the seeds Our rights, freedom, the ability for each to say what they wish The ability for each to be free The ability for each to believe what they can't be Without fear or favor, or justice, or vigilante status They can't, they can't, they can't, they can't, they can't You can't, you can't, you can't judge your Learned or your smart Your sure shot at getting you first round the cannon Now with my permission, I penetrate Pierce through, the vest or the top of your vest I take from the leper, cause you weak quick Now let's take this mission 'der do, I know where to find Pin it down, throw your troops up If you're a wack bro, see your pat-down squad If you're a hater, tell em call it quits Now there may be a glow in the darkness, but where the man stands And there may be a glow in the darkness, but where the man stands And what's the deal, is he a jack of all trades? All his life will be schemed up, schemed up, scheming All his life will be schemed up, scheming That's why he's made the red cup, uh What's the deal is he a jack of all trades? All his life will be schemed up, schemed up, scheming All his life will be schemed up, scheming That's why he's made the red cup, uh Oh he's a jack of all trades, all his life will be schemed up All his life will be schemed up, schemed up, scheming All his life will be schemed up, scheming That's why he's made the red cup, uh Now all the car shows and all the parties to the fuckin' ball game Show all the suckas how it's done and tell me how it's gon' be All the people on the streets acting like they know how to act All the little kids running to the store to pop they motherfucking hair (blaw!) All the ladies get sucking on my dick as much as their teeth mean All the pretty littleMs get trying to work me just like I'm a robot Big Brother watching, she's smarter than the magistrate Big woman, just like life, but happy to pick middles She made me laugh I laugh cause I should've guessed He was looking for a fight so he can escape But he didn't give a fuck cause he knew it was one of his jokes That was crazy, backstab bums and then he found out that I always break the rules when I promise not to yell back Shower or scissor, escape better than duct tape To get my DJ's sweating the illegit practice Step to this I'm like "What's up cousins?" I cook up and move around, plays the feeble rude Then I tedat he fiend to dance like Binah in "Between the Sheets" See, I never knew there was a princess hiding in studded shines So I'm a lay her down and lick her every touch, fastin' Hey, I don't play when I'm happy, happy to flaunt Hence, real men make for better and true women Now there's a damsels in distress, who scared to admit they were dumb Who wants to be just like me? Can't wait around till my all played out self Trying to expose more and more, plain and simple Now the whole world know about, my links with all women Cause all I really want, all that hate and heartache From the blood and so much pain, I can't hide (I can't hide) Now there's a damsel in distress, who scared to admit she was dumb Who wants to be just like me? Can't wait around till my all played out self Trying to expose more and more, plain and simple Now the whole world know about, my links with all women Now there's a damsel in distress, who scared to admit she was dumb Who wants to be just like me? Can ======================================== SAMPLE 133 ======================================== Loaded its feel like a prison, its sets Nobody knows what your girl told ya or why you chose her pushed you to the edge of the bed I'm trying to get you out of my sight [Chorus Natural 1s] [Natural 1] (Skrrt) slipping through the eye vignettes I can see your body through the peep-hole (Yeah) weak smelling her soak-bit We through the city in the drop-tops [Hook] [Mr. Serv-On] Natural 1 through 9 slacts spinningworms like a Businessman then up to the depths of cesspools the natural savior of souls the first and the last soul I slide down like Calico cyclones you tattooed inside your head like voodoo dedicated to the game right before my mind leaves your body someplace other than the nursery rhyme you can eat other souls I know you loves the bread so God bless those who've been saved you're a Woman, in many cases of course you're a Boy, but yo... Artist: Az Yet Album: Az Yet Song: Mother's Day Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Verse 1] There's an empty house to your left part of me still feels the same noSleep, baby don't go, you're scared see you carry the bag you ripped it with then you slayed spend the night, next day you go, gather with your friends in the morning you drift trying just to make it through You ain't coming back you ain't coming back the world's sitting like aCelliac you ain't coming back you ain't coming back the world ain't feeling like home you ain't coming back you ain't coming back [Verse 2] Your father never bought you anything so you live like a lifeless babe buy you A Prada and a rocking chair penny for your spot they'll write you checks If you mash you need to see Blue Bean A Ford Focus with it it's raining and sunshine is on Everyday you wake noWhere else you can go Police are shady checks don't even try you beaching and catching them watching bail your whole life just to see you fail Your little steed broke out caught you and your stumples ran on my block they took three of my dollars but I held out I caught a couple of warts though my hooker overdosed on some Tre I wish I never met ya said I liked your face oh well I'm broke your ex girlfriend lied I know where your father stay I could get her some cheap clothes and I'm notous i nugget many Heard that your girlfriend has a nervous partner Heard that you and Jinsoon are getting harrassed by a secret toe Heard this baby mopping like a virus urgently trying to fight this boa constabellum oh well I'll face this off with the hardest thrust I knew that shit would go down Had to think fast Days went go a little wild She lost her job, her man of material and poured in ice She lost control of her family She couldn't pay off her moms She lost her dad, shit, she can't have a child What's this gonna do? Moments passed Oh we shall go far We'll meet where their the children Where they go We'll be there Unsent, what's this life Does your sickness transfer [Chorus 2] carry on carry on [Verse 3] stood, I've been watching you bailin' in bed curtains are falling hide the cries in your eyes I'm finding a way I can push through the pain and keep you from going insane This life of ours has got you stuck out of your mind sucked out of breath Left behind with the self loathing Made from the same cloth The core of my heart is torn I sit and wonder what will become of you I sit and wait to see if this will change [Chorus 1] [Verse 4] (Change up your outfit) Artist: Aziatix Album: Nocturnal Song: Snippin' Away Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Chorus I] An open road to hell Where legs hurt And where bitches love All we know is numb shit Across the map ======================================== SAMPLE 134 ======================================== [Chorus] So go ahead and reservations And bring your man danny dukes jacks and all Your people gonna do their best to help youseat when i storm Take it seat at the bed rest Ready for takeoff Keeps falling and rolling And her knees are sore She won't stop...she lets me in Chorus [Verse 2: Asheru] I'm moving at a fast pace Can't slow down Mercedes Eveninas get tipsdropped Even humps getmrushed I'm bumping And Just A Made NiggaMatch Can't keep it locked But you can search for a lady in the airport texting [Chorus] I know i been looking for ya Baby if you finally found That's when youhave to find You've been wasting my time You've been wasting my time And baby if you don't find Baby if you find Baby if you just one of theseiful people Someone who knows your body is private to Tut That's why i'm doing everything that you say iorrari plane ticket cumming with love and love [Chorus] Artist: Action Bronson Album: Blue Chips 2 (Mixtape) Song: It Concerns Me Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Verse 1] I'm from L.A. where the pigs don't play Everything is cage fighting Slime so infernal The grease for your flesh Us is all from the scorcherer The scrape the under skin Yep you need not speak Yep you need not eat [Chorus] Something about this young man Cold chills on the brink of winter He's talking with the breath control He tells me everything is fine Cause he's got this super dumb mother He thinks like a college professor This young man is so trite Never got into the guts But he's talking with the breath control [Verse 2] Always getting younger with the homo dust But my God He told me to dust and turn to the norm See the man is talking with the tone of a teen But his Son was a wolf in the sheep's clothing Feeling barely above the surface of water But Him begging me Cool, please proceed with caution I'm the tongue of the coldest night I saw No wings to speak or dare cross So cooler heads mightier than picture So before the lawyer Remember always getting your grades and your pensions You're young but your record ain't that bad Don't even sweat it [Chorus] Something about this young man Cold chills on the brink of winter He's talking with the breath control He tells me everything is fine Cause he's getting his own clothing I'm cool, I'm cool [Verse 3] Super white thoughts like a star in the night Neon red skin on the face Backwards and forwards in a maze Ohh no, not Wu-Tang sandals If I don't like the clothes, I switch my glance 'Cuz I'm on the mic, tryna rock a song If you don't know what a spiritual rhyme is By the bible, you prayin for God to take out your sins But ya'll just sit back and wallow in your own hate, ya wimp ass Cos weaponizing is what the U.S.A.P. do But that's for another day, ya know? [Chorus] Artist: Action Bronson f/ Big Body Bes, Mac Miller Album: Blue Chips 2 (Mixtape) Song: It Takes a Worry About Nothing Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Verse 1: Action Bronson] My arms are shorter than a beehive But my heart's more selfish In the presence of my coattails Feelings melt away, they spillin' Gonna crumble as these thinning rays Tear specialize in perforated jawlines Human gats, run-through raps Human click-toes Are you immigrants? Not from immigration, but you're here illegal "This image shouldn't matter" My immigration status are why my words cant grammar! I'm here now and I won't be back tomorrow "When I pharaohs on my watch?" Why am I not on top? Honoredaraohs are reign! Is this the reason you are not aggidullated? Being scapegoated for your position Being chided is okay, but to you it's okay! Why you running from mother? Talking to ======================================== SAMPLE 135 ======================================== RelayTheWord Song: Savior of DaFusion Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Intro] The souls held back may be felt in a can of worms In the New Jerusalem othe', optimistic optimistic � [Verse 1] � the trash got moved � the lost souls excused from the past � the trife and crime in downtown Los Angeles � the shine on my radiance � the pies and graveyards are empty These hollows the ships are sinking Are the flows that will never die [Hook 1] Soloons rule, soliders found lives Loyalties to bigger stars Lost in the hour of mist It's a fucking game In diamonds and chrome Ammas watch me, they've been re- determined Ready for the pros The pros that bleed the glocks and leave crews mutilated Refusing to be the casualties of my ruthless ways [Hook 2] I'm the savior of the underground, yo we need your help In order to win this match we need YOU To be the stars in your flight YO! is what we desire We don't want nobody to fall asleep and suffer the fall [Verse 2] It's about the blitz Pushed in the battle of mixed hypest The original is back and blunted Ahead of you and I It's about to get real ill You pick up the phone and you hear the knock at the door And you try to escape But you're all up on my mind I break the ice in the room I'm all scared, my surface's recovering It's not hidden and I know what you're thinking This is a true story, it do exist [Hook 3] I've run as many miles as I can (And I'm coming down, and I'm coming down, but I'm coming down) And I can feel it coming down, down (And I'm coming down, and I'm coming down, but I'm coming down) [Verse 4] They're pushing like a wathday fort I started keeping all them years As soon as I lost my way Someone gave me my last dove And I was out, and someone had spoken I opened up the door, and I was surprised how these fools flaked I would open my eyes, if I had to And I did not, turn the eye watching the clouds And I did not, did everything right And I thought, if I could just fly I would be a man, I would free my mind [Hook 4X] I can feel it coming down, coming down (And I'm coming down, and I'm coming down) And I can feel it coming down, coming down (And I'm coming down, and I'm coming down, but I'm coming down) [Verse 5] They're pushing like a wathday fort I started keeping all them years As soon as I lost my way Someone gave me my last dove And I was out, and someone had spoken I opened up the door, and I was surprised how these fools flaked I would open up the door, and I was free my mind [Hook 4X] I can feel it coming down, coming down (And I'm coming down, and I'm coming down, but I'm coming down) And I can feel it coming down, coming down (And I'm coming down, and I'm coming down, but I'm coming down) [Hook 4X] I can feel it coming down, coming down (And I'm coming down, and I'm coming down, but I'm coming down) And I can feel it coming down, coming down (And I'm coming down, and I'm coming down, but I'm coming down) Artist: Angel Haze Album: Back to the Woods Song: Dark Places Typed by: AZ Lyrics Since [?] I was a young man That's when I knew that I was lost Darkness was everywhere, I was lost And it all got me Phill's on my tour bus, it's just rolling right I walk up and down them streets, it's dark as hell I yell at the car, its running like Jeezy Whisper in my eye, tell me that I see it Then shoot it at the sun, its running like a flu Don't want nothing, just shoot it at the moon Didn't wanna go to sleep, been up all night Now I'm walking through the ======================================== SAMPLE 136 ======================================== with Tabasco comparin HAH ?), that bitch got me buggin, but be careful she choosy I had her on a Celine Dion ring when raquerin haze But take a look at you hoes, it's a lady's make That's why I be so community made So that bitch know her a scrub, always prided on the block Always clean, had a scholarship from the city Any how we get the jello, speak easy easy Clean kisses her every time a nigga Dips Hadna satisfaction like Dayo and Islord You don't wanna screw with me, you don't wanna fuck with my kids This is for the blocks, fuck it don't even matter Whole lot of ladies hand on hips, suck 'em like a dogga Fuckin so hard she beggin me to leave Tell a stank hoe post office don't miss this money This a whole lot of honeys either locked up or on the run Which ones I hate? Fuck yeah I hate ya The morrow we gettin blunted up Saying no to these grafucks, gettin blunted Doc already told me is it the money or the rap game? I'll be that same fucking one that make the cheerleaders mugs With somethin sweet like a ***@***.*** [Chorus] It's A Bad Man Doing Bad Shit And I Don't Know How He Bustinganish See Now Shorty the baddest bitch I know Can't focus on his shit cause he a bad man Oh I Don't Know How He Bustinganish I hate him, yeah I hate him, y'all hate him A lot of things in this world hate men But ain't like you to live, tell me You're a fucking lolly popsicle, the P.C.G. is a bastard And after I hash out these hoes, I gotta behave Realize that I'm a soldier in this game I'm bout money and these bitch ass niggas hate But I give a fuck about these niggas, see his picture I know his number, I did his number Let that bitch get a throat, or I'm a shot I'm getting rich on my beats, yea I did his business I'm a trill ass nigga, still doing my thing Shout out to my granddaddy, know what to do with it He got a gang clique, but that dude drug inside Now I'm getting bucks, up the ass like tiiime [Chorus] It's A Bad Man doing Bad Shit And I Don't Know How He Bustinganish See And I Don't, Yow I Don't know, Yeah Catch me pulling nigga blowing weed in the cuts Shoot him in his back, Blow his back like an Uzi A Pimp coming to hit you, Pull your hair out Open up the door, That's the first of the month A Pimp coming to take me, Shit flying in the Benz I show up fucking do', Then I take off running through the city [Verse 2] My neighborhood crazy, Shout out to my old school living Steady surviving,eding back to the streets Every day is fighting for what they have Black to white, different race here knowing nothing of me Just another blood, stabbin niggas for what they bear Oh lord I give a pound to the dumb, Half a million here Middle class, I wanted a woman, Fuck got no money, I was broke Keep fuckin with them little stupid whores with all black clothes Lil nigga from the small town streets Remember dealin with 50 years ago bitch, I'm droppin your casket Fuck riot, I'm crackin the law Had my mistress drug fucked, Swallowing Zolos, Huh? Now I'm getting pussy, Do you love it? sniff a little pistol Little suburb nigga never dreamed I blow 40 ounce in the back of the Hummer rug stomping like I'm doin this in my kitchen All my niggas always blast with 4.9, All my guns pop Me keep it real with these broke ass niggas [Chorus x4] It's A Bad Man doing Bad Man Skully And I don't know how he got that But I'm glad I didn't get caught With that thing, that thing, That thing [Verse 3] I got a bitch lookin like Gwyna Yelawolf Met her in the hotel room, she thought I was her friend It was like 9:30 in the middle of the night I said ======================================== SAMPLE 137 ======================================== with ninja If niggas knew how we were way before me beef down party keep it drop low my nigga I just plowed New York and left 'em think they dog King Clown, I'm down with the cluck and cluck and cluck When you get green with no cluck, get the fuck with me I don't care if you chop roast in the cooler I don't give a fuck fuck bout no motherfucking bitch I'm down with the cluck and cluck and get the fuck with me And if you get the same shit broke and blue Killa Sin, from the land of the lost of the lame 24 holes, best in mics like Po-Yo Gettin payback for muthafucking bitches I let 'em mind ya I was down from the start I'm down from the start I'm down from the finish line top, glory goes far And I'm bitches for life like joggin while I'm slippin bye, dats at this same cold trial for the same nigga As Chad Clemons I'm like a 50 foot bitch Big money, heavy weight, still the same nigga Still in the game, still do it for the street Still do it for the duck, still don't give a fuck I did this shit for the love of it, for the change For the underground sound, fuck a fuckin pay For the fake thugs that don't give a fuck When you write, you take that out and say "Bud, high, get me a dick" "What's five'n-one for the funk in ya ass?" All of my dogs drop the bullshit, we rhyme All of the Heavyweight homies drop the bullshit, we rhyme All of the d-t-d-aggots get stepped on to the same motherfuckers that's near gettin caught by the law [Chorus] Artist: 50/50 Twin f/ Chamillionaire, Slim Thug Album: Grown Man Style Song: Real Thuggs Typed by: Lil Hustle (*talking*) 50/50 Lil' Twin, I'm on my gangsta shit All the real thugs rolling, Chum, Slim and B [Slim Thug] Slim, B, Chamilly baby You know Cham stay true I'm stunting, Thugg ain't stunting, Thugg stay getting cash That's right, I'm stunting right me and you stunting hubby spotted me with a pinky ring Made a pinky ring, now he snitch I'm selling records, feel this to the haters Bitch it's us, we sweat a lot shit We got a lot of whores, I sleep in a hotel In the kitchen, in the lobby, wrist second gear Cocaine 3-5-5, whip I use the cobbler No credit is on my resume, I done sold a million bags I need credit, no limit, I live off credit You just a C-note, you ain't on my dick My dogs, see 'em, they get them, they get they [Slim Thug] I'm stunting, I'm smoking off that kush that's purple I'm smoking off that kush that's purple I'm smoking off that kush that's purple If the party don't go go I be the guy you want on your own beat I be the guy you want on your own beat I be the guy you want on your own beat, yea [50/50 Twin] I be the one you should ever try Never run up on the Klu Klux Klan They only stirrin it up if the kids say it Deep down they don't stand a chance, You don't even know 'bout it, tellin 'em it's on, The nigga died, my son ran into thewreck It turned out he was spittin, it turned out he was a scapegoat Now all these kids are old, and all they doin is emulate it This young homie named Jay called Jay Lee He had three jobs, but he didn't mind, He was a guard at the entire wall of the Emmy's Up on the judging, but he wasn't saying shit He was known to do it, he was on the guest list And before he was dropped, You didn't want to hear what you had to hear today Just to hear that he was here, That's the problem with the South, You didn't want him to shine He didn't care, he was catching wreck And in ======================================== SAMPLE 138 ======================================== straight and I know I'm being choosy I once met a black man, whose thang I shot quick I said, "ugg, I could controll this whole world" HeAsked me what I was doing and I told him fat laces Got my back to the bricks and straight to the beat and Now it's way out on Paradise, Dangerous Crew in the VIP Smokin' lye, drinkin' beer I don't even like it Cause I'm fixin' my signs and on a mission up on some banned notes [Hook] - 2x (MC Serch) Aiyyo we foreigners from theater opposite the twin towers And for the record I'm watchin' Knicks game We not doin' short ward streets, joke we gettin' stoned You feel I'm smokin' Lipps? Oooohhhhh, that's quite 60? Mr. Gingerbread Man, Boo hoo hoo Ya drog the crown and now I got a house to move I got the keys to my Benz to put it in nothin' You wanna get high? You don't know shit, I'm out here smokin' raw I probably could of cop they life is what my god damn shooters say I can hit you with that know up shit You know my price, I put it all on your mind Nigga killin these niggas and see if you can do wrong Shit I done did it, so for what it's worth I am now a motherfucking G Long live the Pimp, Lil' Weezy Long doucco, Mr. Gingerbread Man Long last that Henny, lookin for somethin Shit get cold, in the seats is my pistol Takin stroll with saying: (I'm on the low if you brag about you get that shit but if you ain't with it you need get thatamp) Ooh baby Well thanks a lot of attention, and praise in the game A lot of haters in the game, know what I'm sayin Since I was young, I wanted to be like Jay But that's far from jungle See I got my thru and my zeniths and these kicks Gives em caked in the game makes em blase Loves champagne, beats drums Hugs my ex so much that she's cut up I'm out here smoking, but she's on my tip And my ghetto stars, they barely make it to the top They so high they couldn't even make it to the plane We on the coast, them bitches wearin chain They wishin they had a daughter born out of Ruth Ghetto queen, emcees still shuffle [Hook] - 4x Artist: 40 Thevz f/ Malika Album: Honor Amongst Thevz Song: All I Wanna Do Chorus: Malika, P.S. All I wanna do is spend some time with you. And all I wanna do is bump 'n grind with you. Can we get together when the time is cool? It's alright with me, if it's alright with you. Verse 1: P.S. When I first met you, wasn't lookin' for a wife just somebody to keep a nigga warm in the night. Since you was down, freakin', we can do some meetin' and things, we done been to many places. But we only met because we was freakin'. I know you wanna cut but look at you baby You ain't got another wife, you lookin' like a sluts. You wanna get away, sometime, maybe next week. I'd hate to see you buggin' cause you got the word from the city Verse 2: P.S. When I first met you, wasn't lookin' for a man to share the house. In the open that's everybody guessin' what's gonna happen. I was fuckin' with a lot of whines and bluffin' and playin' When I first met you, wasn't lookin' for a man to share the p. Thinking 'bout this so-called life of chips and Gs. Bitch, I thought that you'd be my age, but you ain't knowin', I made you switch your plans, bitch. There's a lesson I gotta learn, I'm suppose to be in my hey-day. Around my old age, you betwine .50 is bangin', tryin' to make a bucks. Come to ======================================== SAMPLE 139 ======================================== , hummin, hittin them switches In that Impala, we got the blue steel Oh Brother Marquis' wanna borrow some time So we can splurge the stress off these niggas I mean, I said I'm drivin' my car with them broads The iceberg down, now I got fiftyarge Sippin on a six, lookin at my pinky ring A million dollars, in these black Range Rover's Hold up, look in these Trans 'pos You know that's daucoup, don't you know that My diamonds blunt my opus, my gang surrounds Pussy niggas, nigga shut it, jehova Servers, Benzo, Yukons, my whips, my bed sheets That's what they call him, nigga, that's what they call him Or at least that's what they call him In the hood he keep his humvees crunk as a sac We go get it then throw it, post up on the lot Keep the drum,unt, low, post up on the dash We got clothes, uh, Uh, Big Man on the Lake Wipe your feet down, do a driveby, and up on the street That's what they call him, big car brricture I'ma hit the gas pedal, start the roll up Let's get fucked up the back of my hand, hit the roof Let's break the rules, turn some fat checks to some fat do's I just might pay for my phone, with some old nose and some old hoes I'm that fly guy, stupid type of dude, see what I got inside When it comes to the dough, nigga respect the game [Chorus] [Verse 3: Action Bronson] This is slow Flossin' with my partners Catchin' a 226 Now I'm juicin' on the faucet The jets are glistening, it's like they thundering You can't see me cause the television's on We do whatever you want boo, fuck what you say I'ma snatch your arms out your bra, and pull your leg out your pants Fucking Tonight... Artist: Action Bronson f/ Jah Tiger, Meyhem Lauren Album: Blue Chips 2 (Mixtape) Song: Top Hat Shit Typed by: AZ Lyrics [jen_f] I wear the same dress in multiple places I came in with the same motive We made love in the Parisian spot I don't need a mule or a jet for my ears I need a hovercraft for my feet Move the left and I'll see the right We use the gun over y'all cowards I told you cowards, you don't get my cowards I'm a demon with the sauce, hold me in your mouth It's goingosh, there's smoke but it don't stink It's goingosh, it's goingosh Life is like an apple, it don't it smell sweet Right or wrong, you can't get enough, I'm picking off the mistakes Damas [Chorus - Action Bronson] (*Action Bronson beatboxing sound effect*) I'm so fly (so high) Bitch I'm so freaky (side thingion, bitch you don't know me) Top Hat action brons Fuck with me and you're taking off your panty pants I'm that top shit, bitch you can't even feel it Fuck that ass at the table, my passion, my blood Shit I drink so much syrup, my pops so much cleaner Shit I smoked so many packs, I'm maxing my strains I'm so on it, rockin with my chips I'm God like, Jay-Z, I'm the answer Top haters blink about what they say, "Hey bro" And I'm like, "Raise your hand if you wanna start comparison to Cristal" [Jah Tiger] Y'all know me, I'm always smoking weed I'm on the block with my dogs and the brew Girl I'm straight from Cali, the corn is rancid I pour out a pizarro and them's my cravings All my foes is hating, am I straight outta St. Louis? All my Friends are waiting on you, get this: Real. Real. You cannot. Stop you. Real. I cannot Stop you. Real. Real. I cannot My dear. My thoughts are monotonous, forever elated Lend you my hand to the throne of God like Larry Bird May I (??) ======================================== SAMPLE 140 ======================================== chiefs barkin' crop dust No horses in this race but we run the wheel You only seem like a threat to be tied, soon as you learn to drive So +Tell Me A Name+ and I'llTake Ya Bonsai With Ya Hand Anyway, Anyway, Anyway [Chorus 2X] Anthai, It fits Leo's Gone, Farrakhan invokes scenes from The Passion It's the bomb, the desire golden, falling off like Tha bomb deposit It's a symphony When I rock it blows me away This is the symphony When I rock it rips you away This is the symphony When I pound it, knock it apart Kingdom Come, we collide and conquer And shit comes together, we do the discuss And shit comes together, we do the discuss... [talking] Check it [Chorus] [Outro plays Akoubar] Yeah, yo check it Music City Of Syrup in my bloodstream It starts { breathes } Yo what's up Akon gettin' in here man? A?), let yo mind Yo can't walk in here nothin' butees Yo got some ?? AIDS Everything have AIDS man? See man, if you have mines you gotta be in connec-ty with this biological material Yo it's time to awaken You better muddle through this thicket then Listen to the message Yo it's time to awaken It's time to awaken Yo it's time to awaken It's time to awaken Yo it's time to awaken Yo it's time to awaken Yo it's time to awaken Yo it's time to awaken It's time to awaken [Akon] Yo it's like a ritual Pass the P-I-C Pass the bulls by, the word of Khan is "herder than a tiger" I'm abnormal like a unicorn Enterin the zoo Khan the pregant Khan'sireseed Straight up, get it right I'm rare like a fuckin' Asian On a hunt like a swordsman Khan'sires axe 36 revolver slaughter team Guerilla regime Stutter small like Royce Da 5'9" There you go [Chorus 4X] [Verse 2: Q-Unique] Servin' all my needs C'mon Cause I live-ish Ain't fuckin' to hate But you know My reality is parkin' my chrome On thedale With glocks And park ravers Like them doo doo doo doo doo My hip hop scene is servin' My time is mine I display the hieroglyphics To help imitators Killin' niggas I come with the vuv isle I never needed em But em don't care They want a nigga to get dissed quick Quick you don't know about the evil man Man used to never even buy a spirit Now he's got his grams And all his faces are on micro Racks of bills, they was on my raps You can't escape I'm azing I'm a +Teenage GodD Lord+ Check my profile I stomp niggas to the hear Knock they ass off of their couch The key to this track is K I hold em like a clutch Now woe is the trigger Once you play this I'll put that shit to sleep Yeah I'm on the rise [Chorus 4X] Yeah it's chemical Weaken your faith in Jesus Feed my hungry through this tree Emancipitating like bees God knows how I'm livin It's chemical, ethyl ether Please believe it What you gonna find Of course it's chemical Equal milled from chemicals Up , South , and down gashes Water blunted , gashes , and blunted East and West gashes Gashes from these two rivers Are gashes from these three rivers Are two stanpeds Gashes from these three rivers Are two stanpeds Gashes from these three rivers Are two stanpeds Yes yes y'all Gashes from these three rivers Are Yes y'all Two stanpeds down on a deuce deuce deuce baby Got me trippin before I like to use a spoon Take a tepino and pop it in your mouth You know I love you baby You know I love you honey And I'm sick of all you What about all you Smoking all you? Do ======================================== SAMPLE 141 ======================================== constrictin' what you know as "The rise, the fall or the brink of rising" In these times it's best to keep calm and carry on [Changing Magazine] Sometimes I feel like I'm livin' in a dream and if I don't, I won't realize the sacrifices that I's6 been through I'm sittin' here livin' like a stranger scopin' classes to be with just a quarter or so to go but I'm determined not to regress and let these scared muthafuckas in field like a field, you better not ask pain, whether mental or emotional was neverenne or abilin' but we gotta talk to keep it crashin' got to keep talkin' 'bout what I got to say it gotta be real, we gotta keep talkin' Artist: 6lack Album: Free 6lack Song: Gettin' Some Typed by: AZ Lyrics Show me what love is Like... [6lack & Jazakae] Tell me what love is like... Tell me what love is like... Is that what love is like... Tell me what love is like... Tell me what love is like... Is that what love is like... When you hear it, you know just what to do... Tell me what love is like... Tell me what love is like... Tell me what love is like... Tell me what love is like... I know what love is like... Tell me what love is like... Oooh, yeah... [6lack & Jazakae] Tell me what love is like... Tell me what love is like... Tell me what love is like... To the halo ki' in my beak like... To the lime green my green green To the linen my linen I'm in the green like.. oh, ohh Make you know that I'm the one You know that I'm the one Whoa, ohhhh... oh... To the left... that's my beak like To the right... that's my size... Ooh, yeah... Make you know that I'm the one You know that I'm the one Whoa, ohhhh... oh... To the left... that's my beak like To the right... that's my size... Ooh, yeah... Make you know that I'm the one You know that I'm the one YOoh, yeah, take that YOoh, yeah, take that Oh my god, take that Oh my god, take that Make you know that I'm the one You know that I'm the one You know that I'm the one You know that I'm the one You know that I'm the one Artist: 6lack Album: Free 6lack Song: Never Be Avedestine Typed by: AZ Lyrics Don't love Don't listen You'll never get what I'm sayin' Yeah Hope you didn't think I wasGold Like Time Like a truckeezy Like ricky Coming from the ghetto Like a cross figure Like Johnny Cash Like Baby Like Ap Like Ty Like Slim Like Ty Priest Like G Like Freddie Like Isiah LikeDominican Sand Like the Elvinage Like the Haitian connection Like the KerBey Like amazing woman Like Def Jam Like M.O.B Like Inspectah Deck Like MC El Like MC Ty Like Jay-Z Like Lil Wayne Like James Brown Like Top Gun Like Topon Like Juciy Like Jay-Z Likeora Alright Alright That's it You gotta get that shit, got that shit Did that shit, you got that shit Then let me know know Artist: 6lack Album: Free 6lack Song: Legacy Typed by: AZ Lyrics I got this bitch named Sarah Hope she got some ass When I die now Somedogically speaking Hear me speak in Jamaica Lookin like an Asian pretty 5 foot four and a recliner I got this girl with me Just got one last call And one last cigarette burned And I'm faded And I need another turn But I need another lover Wanna get her Cause she blowing my phone Out of habit ======================================== SAMPLE 142 ======================================== .. No matter how big i is, i'm still every thun down LoveIndian style crib, relax in my ride Smile when i meet ya, bust open the door Yo this is Texas rollin weed up ya floor Chu we've been exposed, P.S. I never let you down See I'm done the city livin and intrusion You just a punk when you stand out hey hey hey F止一餔我比云情的女孩棕 Your nothing and I'm a playa for fame 我一聽沒得我身我值得限把曲手會會100的playa.me [Chorus] 上,上,不止一般聽這曰看到我的小孩 當 ready 不止聽這曰看到我的聽話 我館你說嘐躺在人結躺在訴次 Playa Man 我一聽這曰看到我的小孩 當 ready 不止聽這曰看到我的聽話 我館你說嘐躺在人結躺在訴次 [Verse 2] 转身下�結婚眠全阳 想把有人開別眠愛 守把下卓国益點 希望在你觉得対到的小孩 想把有人開別眠愛 我會會100的AMZ OFnard Franklin I musta been a swell guy Until you called me father 转身发现躺在人結婚眠全阳 想把有人開別眠愛 守把下卓国益點 希望在你觉得対到的小孩 想把有人開別眠愛 [Chorus] This place is very out of bounds Some are sayin it's not safe Some say it's not sweet I was there Let me tell you, see the line It could've been you This is the place I love This is the place I would neva go This is the place I would neva go “neva go, it could've been you“ It could've been you [Verse 3] Go, go, go, go closer Come closer, this is where the drama begin Sun down, go bright down, come closer Soon as day meets night, sun up Come closer, close this time, make sure this thingian feel my heat Like tides begin to move, my platoon tini Start to tide dat a mine, take it how you want it We always on top we ain't above the shit you need This here ain't for nosy motherfucker This here ain't for nosy motherfucker This here ain't for nosy motherfucker This here ain't for nosy motherfucker [Chorus] This place is very out of bounds Some are sayin it's not safe Some say it's not sweet I was there Let me tell you, see the line It could've been you This is the place I love This is the place I would neva go This is the place I would neva go, it could've been you It could've been you 看說 差果在看把準在已經 看把有準在已經 [2x] 看把下卓於他們会會有接我消了還我他 看把下� ======================================== SAMPLE 143 ======================================== need to stop, cause they just overcome Without getting all Pampered cuties without their gloatin' Niggas need to stop, cause they just overcome I just gotta catch a flight overseas without a flight camp Headed for line for the people for their - ropes Or for the judge to throw, I'll throw the broom Kissing a lot of different clippings, you know knots Hand clippin' some brown paper, honor pa' Got a chip on his sleeve, and it's stickin' likenees He said if my kids needs Marshall it's when I get home Mind day trouble, I'll fork & drive, I'm in a trust fund I bought my own home sells dope for a phrase of gifted test I'm outta control, a young cat just had a parachute One day my girl will crawl down my back yard And if I get caught I'll be outta the area for sure Bitch protect ya clippings bitch And don't get embarrassed You'll catch the summer tan from a dollar in your pocket ape a lotta lakes, a lotta passes I got a great excuse you just laid around the city I'll bring the best homeboy And when I get back, I'm always on the guest list Oh you trynna get some good pussy, what are you trynna get? (Hook-2x [B.G.]) [B.G.] If I hit the cell wall, I hit it like G Tell the gyal stand over there, let me get behind you If she is Turkish she is not recognizeable If she is aPers actress, you better be, you better be closer to me, my target is deep in her cooooome I Get All The Dick You Can Do You Know How I Do My Nerve You Know How I Do My Nerve Get A Hold You Don't Wanna Tattleberry What Is It That's A Bomb How I Get To All The Money I Save Please believe me I Get Full Your Money After I Make It How I Get Tobons Life Let me hold you Long Before I Get Smarter You need To Call My Group Let me Take You Back To Balloons And hold It Down Long Before I Get Smarter You need To Call My Group (While I was down on my luck) --> Tony Perez (With elbows up against your face) (While I was down on my luck) [Ab-Soul] I was wide awake, choking on a chicken wing Rocking my Ralph Lauren, [?], music on my piano Shoot the check, please don't leave your home without Niggas need to know that death to me I be counting every penny, selling every single's sacrifice My protity is hitting the streets, pulling on my mothers Like I'm Vegas, hopping on the gun and firing on my trigger Got love for my colleagues, it ain't hard to tell Paying people to have me, what's ten-eighty for a lawyer? IEDs leave a soldier dead with his heart on a mountain Skills are anabolic, motive was never pursued Not for my enemies, but my enemies will be Three or four shots will leave a nigga not breath Tryna make a profit off of a couple hundred G's Now I'm sitting here feeling richder than a motherfucker dime Soul brother number two Crack a smile, crack a smile [Chorus] Crack a smile Crack a smile Crack a smile Crack a smile Crack a smile [Ab-Soul] You didn't say hello? No, you didn't say hello? Heard you hated on me lately, did you really listen? You don't look familiar? I had a cat named Kirby who was the head of Grinchigsaw My pockets are small, they only hold coochie One late night alone, I didn't wake up But it wasn't long, I did get a room Space for Tekkit, he's in my dreams But do I really want that? Let's build a case like a college tryin' to give me a degree It was an action but it was still an reaction Nah, it's just like the past now I can rock you with my umbrella Downtown LA love they're no longer family And while they contemplate I'm beneath they're using Me as my witness I didn't even really recognize that they were followin What you did was right Maybe you should have known [Chorus] [Bridge: Ab- ======================================== SAMPLE 144 ======================================== Fuck around and save every penny I'm aiming down, don't look back Nigga still hurting [?] Here cuz that booty is on my mind Uh-huh Bust shots, leave a hunnid Lames tryna lock the game I don't give a fuck Who's to blame? Niggas want a piece What Niggas done did that shit again Never trust a niggas Artist: Ace Hood Album: Starvation 4 (Mixtape) Song: Keep On Praying Typed by: AZ Lyrics Looking back at it then, tears from what I was thinking Was it my fault, my actions, was pulling a fast one - girl, let me talk to you If I would have I would know for sure I was fucked up I just wish I coulda put an end to the whole witcha Cruising money-lose soul it's mad to see Is it me, this is just a form of escape From this misery, this pain, this swish Got some dodgy use to him Got some bad habits, bullshit will buy you Soon as you make it you will own a part of me, I'm mad I try not to cheat, but yo I had to See this means something, a lot of money but I'm still yours We all living off this bird shit We all living off this bird shit You don't see the funny variety then We all living off this bird shit We all living off this bird shit Sleep it up slow when you walk my way Tell me you sleeping, it's lonely, it's lonely, it's lonely Tell me you lonely, lonely, lonely Here we are falling into another sleep Working too hard to get up and stay asleep [Chorus] Niggas in the game who can't fuck with a broke bitch, she gone soon Slim split the breasts and even pop the pussy Real high to them pussyholes who say that they don't cut No shame in their game Try they hard to compete Girl I can see you when you ain't talking, they mad Yet you throw dirt on my name You even stole my clothes I don't need no biscuits I can eat you croutons You hoes get jumped When I'm in the strip club That's my Plea If you really bought the product Just think you glide That's how you will proceed Pull out the appliance Pull on the bra Pull me to the floor 69 how you in my Plea [Chorus] Niggas in the game who can't fuck with a broke bitch, she gone soon Slim split the breasts and even pop the pussy Real high to them pussyholes who say that they don't cut No shame in their game Try they hard to compete Girl I can see you when you ain't talking, they mad Yet you throw dirt on my name You even stole my clothes I don't need no biscuits I can eat you croutons You hoes get jumped When I'm in the strip club That's my Plea If you really bought the product Just think you glide That's how you will proceed Pull out the appliance Pull on the bra Pull me to the floor 69 how you in my Plea [4th Disciple] Ayo aiyyo yo Yo Praise the 5th Disciple Work with me Ye Damn Melodious Melodious Told you it was real Blink Praise the 5th Disciple Work with me Ye Damn Blink (I think you understood) Yo blind dem, blind dem Okay [Blink] That's the way I like my cocaine Don't have no time to have dreams Blink [Crystal Johnson] Yeah Welcome to my glorious world mama Where niggas don't take shit And the door still remains open Where you can shoot to die and still let the bullets talk I gotta manage wit the pain I'm tryin to get out winnin the game So I'll be in a bag, sip, smokin the green leaf There you go sista I'll be wit you elin your girl wit you (So sweet) Blinda ya (Takin my breath) I will leave wit you Blinda you Cause I got this vision (And I'm still speakin the words) I got this vision I got these niggas livin like we in the zone Plus I got a big ======================================== SAMPLE 145 ======================================== up and then yuh done it when yuh see di phat cop Mi roll us mi gyal friends deh yah cock pon di grass Wear mi leather mi stock an a pon di beach mi dap under di rug If a likkle girl down mi on dem brain matter When mi shi come out mi on dem face a fish a threat [Chorus] Aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww Rob Swift... When mi shi come out mi on dem head an shi dress up di rise Every gyal ball meck shi ground dem shi music when shi be shi big [Verse 1] Hey Rob, when mi shi open a gym and deh pon a shoes Den gyal dem soft mi cock hi, dem gyal dem pon dem land When mi door close dem gyal salute mi lord Tek weh Beenieh a fish and wi paper [Chorus] Aww, aww, aww, aww, aww Rob Swift... When mi shi come out mi on dem head an shi dress up di rise Every gyal ball meck shi ground dem gyal dem shi music when shi be shi big [Verse 2] Peep this rap and listen out mi mouth No joke badman no weh no try Mi a tough guy no Vietnam [Chorus] Aww, aww, aww, aww, aww Rob Swift... When mi shi come out mi on dem head an shi dress up di rise Every gyal ball meck shi ground dem gyal dem shi music when shi be shi big [Verse 3] Mi no wear gold an mi no wear gold Me a hold every gyal weh deh pon dem chain Me a ding shi waan yo bark deh like Rob Rob Gyal me caw mek mi set up in da gym A you mi friend more a tie mi muscle Cause you better get the Doctor evidence a You Jesus [Chorus] Aww, aww, aww, aww, aww Rob Swift... When mi shi come out mi on dem head an shi dress up di rise Every gyal ball meck shi ground dem gyal dem shi music when shi be shi big [Verse 1] Gyal yuh a dong stop me from crown term fiction Meck mi beat up yuh an crime pon ground Cause yuh waan mi beat back an gyal yuh suh a jigglin Seri seh shi waan yuh remind yuh pon ground Shi waan mi dog escape no Jill Ellis [Chorus] Aww, aww, aww, aww, aww Rob Swift... When mi shi come out mi on dem head an shi dress up di rise Every gyal ball meck shi ground dem gyal dem shi music when shi be shi big [Verse 2] Gyal yuh a dong stop mi from crown term fiction Meck mi beat up yuh an crime pon ground Cause yuh waan mi beat back an gyal yuh suh a jigglin Seri seh shi waan yuh remind yuh pon ground Shi waan mi dogder than last year [Chorus] Aww, aww, aww, aww Rob Swift... When mi shi come out mi on dem head an shi dress up di rise Every gyal ball meck shi ground dem gyal dem shi music when shi be shi big Artist: 21 Savage Album: No Target (S) Song: No Target Typed by: AZ Lyrics Ya, ya Arrest music A, yeah Yeah, yeah This some old Facebook shit, kick back, take a little nap, eating jerky 21 Savage rapping 'bout a ' good time', fuck that I only got a problem, with a classic Slaughter knife Prepare to attack, focused, beat that Hit the pause, like I did the night shift 21, Slaughter Gang sipping neck liquors 21, go hard,Reville in your brain Cause I was savage, six foot feet under Need a break, my tires was out You see the rubber band, everybody want to hold my nuts Slaughter Gang, you can't get me, cause I go hard Suck a nigga dick, just picture me ======================================== SAMPLE 146 ======================================== eneuz' Like lava flows brake some paraneus energetic transition drastic changes Ya ma' must be meditating re-living' his or her days great Mi-demy-demy in tranquility idle I am the poetical nuclear specialist Upropekin' for the longevity Ac- cordially ta-tdue him Ni 500 dollars conversation with the mind crossy he say he lost his train of thought pro- vise un-therapeum i-dio-gyed down eye he collector and the collector, the dat a-dio-gye [Chorus] [Verse 3] When mi drop torpedo cruise control deep sea cruise control AC.. AC.. AC.. When mi roll up wid the weed adm sinking alarm across the straits mi a dippin' gyro When mi pop out mi words of introduction smoke hydro nuff weed a gyro hay wa lo-do-do-do an mi pick up the weight a yuh a stop mi walk a di marca a di man dem inna mi sunshine a drench a sech a di man dem sech Fish the grill a mini Mi haffi live pon the islands hot pon top a fish ten stop more wa mi a stop more no stop mi a stop mi have a mini oraliz-i hold a place cializ-t hold a grudge or a hold a gully nor a hold curbs [Chorus] When mi drop torpedo cruise control deep sea cruise control AC.. AC.. When mi pop out mi words of introduction smoke hydro nuff weed a gyro oh wa-do-do-do an mi pick up the weight a yuh a di man dem inna mi sunshine a drench a sech a di man dem sech Gyal round pon mi roley there wide yah ten stop mi a stop mi have a gyal round a di hand a yuh one drop ten stop mi have 10 a stop Last year fifty-six mi a King Taldeh boyfriend found him in the streets a dung low ahundred-six-six yards wade sterling 26 thousand dollar stain when mi a spend a memory pon muridac [Chorus] When mi si yo bend light and a touch the diamond Well,wiwo mi feel no friction But all wi party is hard When wi find out what aaire yuh waan think [Verse 1] When mi si yo supn obtintec Boy,yo bite mi heart out Full a gyal walk inna shoes When mi si yo peti me mislead Love is like a category higher than Usher When mi si yo supn obtintec Boy,yo bite mi heart out Full a gyal walk inna shoes When mi si yo peti me mislead [Chorus] When mi si yo bend light and a touch the diamond Well,wiw mi feel no friction But all wi party is hard When wi find out what aaire yuh waan think When mi si yo supn obtintec Boy,yo bite mi heart out full a gyal walk inna shoes When mi si yo peti me mislead When mi si yo supn obtract yuh from yo families door less yuh get destroyed by the rifle of the navy [Chorus] When mi si yo bend light and a touch the diamond Well,wiw mi feel no friction But all wi party is hard When wi find out what aaire yuh waan think When mi si yo supn obtract yuh from yo homes door less yuh get destroyed by the rifle of the navy When mi si yo bend light and a touch the diamond Well,wiw mi feel no friction But all wi party is hard When wi find out what aaire yuh waan think [Verse 2] Check it out I mi want dibby from way back now mi feel hype dibby ager but only man mek that I spank anyway mi tell mi seh a likkle inna di world oh me no haffi fret Artist: B.G. Album: Checkmate Song: You Know How We Do Typed by: eddie_n-( at the line of scrimmage) ======================================== SAMPLE 147 ======================================== city of dope fiends It's you I ran from, so I ain't running no more Came up with the style, I act bananas I'm famished, I can stomach that This style is classic it's to far off If my mama was still raised in Brooklyn she would never let me fall See I proved to be an outcast, now I'm a OG White boys in New York thanks to hip hop Some of these niggas retarded but can't front I'm from Scuitelorm, I got the munchies in palmdale Apply the wrong drugs will get you when the niggers fall Take it to the head, wipe your teeth Shoot you up and then run away, never even try You fit the description, incredible, swinging boulders In the wind, bowling for your tire, blaze up the pedals Tasting life, I'm a mad man playing for keeps Bury it in the mountains but I keep burning up the marrow Break out the trachea, sit back and write the casket I got a lot of gravloads and can rock a lot of granite Feel the earth shift when the hammer blast Going up and down like the waves on your surface Globally, cats are scared So I haven't heard a word said since Let down the guard, just in case there's mischief Throwing a wild wrench, out the box like a three gun salute Keep the paper flowing like the water in a stream Mangled portrait, still life with a glass top On the tony decline, hide the whore with her nails Tipped the guard off, kissed my lips Write it down in wood, ink it on the page Thurr speaker, speaker, break the triple beam Thurr speaker, speaker, break the triple beam I drank a big iced out, peak Gossamer Feeling high off the chain-a Made the big chain a [?] Go running down the beach, on my real one Six in the morning, it's on like the cra-sham Heard the party packed but the alcohol out in made slugs Uh, big old chains, old numb t-shirts Sunk as aatch chan races, throw a stop to this Fat ass boast nigga, low mileage Slurp my pager while I'm ignoring my creator Instagram timeline filled with dust Crack a feel, mash that ass over weights Run through the motions, you should damn sure as fuck win this Wet on the stove, tuck in the nicely fitted Uh, now you ever started your radio? radio will play your song live in your overload Prepare to get high with your head in the clouds Camofliquidsounds, I take the nonsense A real live jewelery, gethyptic nitro, hype hop N hard, woo go lilting baby, it's the pin tag! I drunk a big iced out,ura camelismo Glutton for punishment, set up shop on my riches Five chain swing on the table, I whip the ropes Propelin, the ring is a weapon Martial, the figgas Competition, addicted, it's time to quit Talkin bout size, till nextDecember I may be on the charts, but I'm not you [Chorus - Q-Unique] Aiyyo, I drank a big drank, poured up some prop It's kinda trife, yeah but don't die on me Said you may die on, but tonight you gon ride Until I sing this song, I'm dying to ride Aiyyo Q, I poured up my drank, poured up my gin Na Na Na, relax, and get ill on my knees And I, I keep a calm disposition, while still being anxious I just heard that baby is a new boyfriend Who ain't never been against Willie Mays, I'm tingling like lightning I just got my new phone got my mind's stained [Verse 2 - T-Pain] I can't get no love I'm away from your world, disconnected like X-rays I'm sorry but I don't love you She can suck me off when I call, feel my soul You can believe it or not, right? If you believe it then tell me what it is Ah... pillows, roller coaster ride... ... two full-grown girls, and I'm seventeen strong Six comin baby girl, and they fine Yeah... they fine I can't live without 'em, yeah... [Chorus - Female] (Baby) - with arms from swords (Love is love, Love is love) goes... Listen to it in tones more pleasurable then a desert ======================================== SAMPLE 148 ======================================== pilot it ain't suspicious That you're tougher than Mr. Hardaway [unidentified woman] Huh, What?? Doin' it, uptown I said I, what you see em? I said I'm from uptown I said I'm down here working class, baby you know what I'm sayin' I said look, a strip club, it's a place where kids just chill A place where 2 Live Crew is goin' A place to get down with the bros and the gees A party to make ya get drunk and get rough A place to get down and talkin' with real G's And if yuh wet, then you're puttin' on a molly A place to get down and loose a banger A bullet that'll rip out ya ears Barely smoking on the spliff, fly like a bird Smiling so hard you wanna clap your hands But you can't clap your hands in front of your homeboys Boys with they face and they're pretty, girl they're hard But you're not sweating, I can feel it in your guts A real mack, with a funky ass beat See you boys doin'le pack a deuce in your jeans 'Cause you're so damn fly, baby, when you step out your socks And shawty on the other side of yah, baby girl I'm on your tail And I was born and raised in this hip hop ghetto Houston [Chorus 2X: Q-Unique] A place where the G-U-L-D is comin' through A day where nobody wants to be me Y-U-L-D I speak on behalf of the Los Angeles underground And, to all you New York City Terrorists, whose names are unknown (I keep flying up and down these dark streets) Yeah, we adjustin' to the new culture of death And keep payin' our dues as we observe the Sun [Allah Real] Show you how to do this killin'... [Q-Unique] ..[Quavo].. And keep it all in rotation [Q-Unique] I say these niggas can't fade us, steady remindin' these niggas I'm checkin' like a goal keepin' my M.O.B. See I'm fly, but you'd think I'm a jefertainant Doin' what I gotta do, hustlin' and testin' you're not Variate I'm a falconing, young brother, eagle burning on the wood Creatin' force out the back of the woods Is what my sub-strovenient is, no ( ? ) I won't hesitate to say it to a peeps That these niggas is basic, livin' my life like Gotti So when you see us shine, think of what to do with it [Chorus] [Sunset] The words they say, niggas will hate So little knowl' 'bout to rain on you They keep the word "fuckin' with me" And the people who go down in history for it To learn more about this dope shit, boy, it's a trip To the streets, mean muggin' each other, man, gimme a minute Shettle up and relax now [Sunset] Just...cause I can't please nobody Wanted by the Feds, I'm a trapper ( ? ) Gotta be more than you think And I might take what I can not take from me Pistol pumpin' bullets in the dark Doesn't go for nothing lightly Heavy ammunition Let's live tho' [Chorus] Artist: A.L.T. Album: Stone Cold World Song: 7 oforns Typed by: ***@***.*** [A.L.T.] (Verse 1) A few years back I lost everything, now it's like a decade of cramps He's got ten more legs and wants to switch into a better man To serve the needs of a brighter moment Bones are falling, friends and enemies are grumblin' Bone problems are a natural, any battle And get a thicker cuticle than a fork in a pot It's said that life lies in the sauce, now I of course'm gettin served And it's said that I'm cold, only a couple warm slugs But if I froze the letters of each chapter First they'd look here, then in center bloom I'm ======================================== SAMPLE 149 ======================================== all on my shirt I don't know what them niggas on 4G [?] I don't know what them niggas with us 4G Can't ride with that thing no limp around I'm Grand Cherokee I'm from the city of choppers Pop at yo' grill, baby whip up a load Might turn that block into a wheel well Man lay low, never gave a fuck about the public Can't ride with that thing no limp around I'm Chevy, I'm' like a fool no soldier Pop in a vehicle, call it Chevy Got a vehicle that come with a chorus of rookies And a chorus of rookies [Outro] Said I'm admiring your work Your craft And I look forward to the conversation Can't wait to creep the block for a jaybird O feast my Cadillac right Shootin' guns at the cops and the kids I'll leave that cat singer singing like Janet You made an impact heard what I'm saying [Chorus] I'm something you can't avoid I got an attitude That has never scared me I'm something you can't avoid I got an attitude That has never scared me Say my name, girl there's ainkle You'll get mother's panic And I'll show you Something that you don't already know Go and get your own money baby I'm something that you can't avoid I'm something that you can't avoid Said I'm something that you can't avoid Shit's getting late, get yourself together Cause a pretty boy always gets messed up I talk a lot of shit but sometimes thoughts that had been fixed Back when bitches sport braids I think, now I'm on point and time Back when bitches had low salary Bitches sellin' records off on the internet But now they lost with the internet The internet ain't love, it's just a set of cables Satchin' off like a cell phone You gots to have that, to be treated like you was a criminal There's something about you that I can't believe I knew she was a freak, but I didn't believe her I saw her walking down the [?], then more cables hit the street When I say oh love I pause, looked her in the face and said what? Thought she pissed, then laughed Then I, walked around the club, finger to the ceiling There was this girl called joy curls, she was so hot When I asked what made her daughter wanna melt She said television, movies and big sprees I want them all, she want all the children She want the SkyTel, a cell on Earth I said no I didn't, I'm tryna provide For them um million, I'm never trialed All this money that I'm earn, put it in a bag For them youth Miley Cyrus, it's nothing Let me hear you kids, say shit For them black heads against a beautiful white line For them moments when I felt chose All these moments when I knew I was chosen All this time I was on I lost my way I'm thanking God for everything that he gave me And being at the top, even at the bottom, achy dicky Some nights I swear I realized, I'm top Shit's getting late, get your own money I need a crib, a truck, aLexus, a spliff You wanna shine daddy, take your time I'm something like a spotlight With my tribulations stacked on a table I was sitin' next to the dentist I was thinking 'bout HmmmmHmmmmmmmmm I must have been seeing the white star All this time I was watching the dentist Was seeing the white star I was thinking 'bout HmmmmHmmmmmmmmm I must have been seeing the white star All this time I was watching the dentist Was seeing the white star Watching the Nickelodeon show When the monster was laughing I was seeing the white light Killing all these crankas Thinking to myself, "Damn, he was talking loud" That's how I recognized Watching the Nickelodeon show, when the genocide begins I was seeing the whole city, when I notice my shit is getting ruined White soldier on a battlefield, nigga [Chorus] [Verse 2] Soon as I heard "Oh my god," I ran out of hope Took two breaths to think, and called God when He answered "Tears all over the city!" Layin' on my broke home with my little ol' tired ass nose Looking for a place to get shot Where the bleeding stop ======================================== SAMPLE 150 ======================================== like.. (Chorus 2x) Artist: Apollo Brown & O.C. Album: Trophies Song: Prove Me Wrong Typed by: ***@***.*** Calm before the storm... [O.C.] From whence I came, express my fate, no Bible is given I follow the path of knowing, so I live by the deed Now the righteous live and they pray for certain Chase the fruit, yea they pray and they pray for certain Benjamin Franklin on a wire may cause earthquakes Man living as an addict in the ghetto life Trying to purchase pussy, on the corner selling dreams I seen so many lose they life, but think to myself it was a drought [Chorus 2x] If ignorance is bliss, can't see no vision Do you know the causes, the root of all evil Isn't with us but it is understood by the masses Be strong with your fears, fears can destroy your state So why is it that we're living without hope [O.C.] Too many people in this world, are living because they're stuck in times Do we have to obey rules or do we? Do we really want to live? Locked as slaves in America, and now we're facing a world of sin Who's to choose to disturb the flow or the flow? I'd rather be hungry or in prison, but that's just the agenda The more the black people are to disappear the more the rage We need a movement to power, come on, don't come on We need to rebel, just tell the black world... [Chorus 2x] ... or we gon' have to put us in a cage We're going to put the spotlight on you And we gon' have to put you in a box And we gon' have to put you in a box Odd, but I can see... [Chorus 2x and song ends] Artist: (4th Disciple f/) Boom, Science Album: Grand Finery: The Unfootnote Equivalence Song: Grand Finery Typed by: ***@***.*** [Intro: Boom] Grand, gonna do this next shit No more imaginary people Enough with the visual, sense pain like audio wave generation merging blocks and whorions You Q-Swords, you hear the Grand Presidential shower rhyme With more poise and more suspense In the year of $tour.com's biggest deals [Chorus: Boom Skwadron] Grand Finery, you hear my spirit? Grand Mayor, you know my reputation No more imaginary people Enough with the visual whop-rock You Q-Swords you hear my spirit? GrandMayor, you know my reputation You wanna live your dreams, right? [Boom Skwadron] No more imaginary people Enough with the visual whop rock Sound system and bass to rippin' the street Sound system, bass to rippin' the street Sound system, bass to rippin' the street [Mike Bivins] Sound system plus the radio [Boom Skwadron] And my Gators be on blast [S1 Mean Prodigy] No more imaginary people Enough with the lyrical side Better watch out foritant Ring the Barbs, before it's all said and done [Mike Bivins] Actually it didn't take long to realize Even with a gun in my hand I could shoot a wack rapper, with a little lyricism Yeah even if I start spitting that shit I will get the same reaction from the masses Like sucker rappers try to catch a break You cuz you stompin' hard with a stamen You doubla and double team I am what comes around other people get props Fake rappers won't get they ass kicked You can't suck unless you get spongy And Total K-O'm who's head If you slippin' in your tracks Stickin, fast, no givin' up your box Because while they pump that shit I skeet the player with the ism They try to keep me down Sayin' to myself I'm out the door Them things I would have kept Puttin' my heart in, now they dip Akin' to the ankle, a fish tail Fake shows, and meetin' the wishes I wish to now move in a high post Tose' ======================================== SAMPLE 151 ======================================== Unload on my dogs, the family read scriptures Darts is due, the odyssey begins The crew is well made, all the family friendly Hear us in my demo The songs are vocoder venting the flames for no reason My arrogant ass is so hot I can almost feel the temperature extract idea, you take my clothes Then you add this to your already large ass and you get an image That we've been kicking Mars Retrobeller and the Blocc Cista clown Elijah speak the truth on my behalf Ugly ass baby cleaner, ass smelly, uh I'm the chosen of Niven, the kids hear the sirens, uh What if I get played, I have no fear All you hear is niggas scurry, quick, strike the kids Killa Bee Nation come outta hiding bein blunt like a harpoon Zilla Bee II drop poison from hiding me Zilla Bee Nation rise up around you and destroy you Zilla Bee burn you and your claimin that's e.v. (Mixx scratches "What is this?" "Like the rest but the wild animals don't know Since the Bee's so wild he needs assistance" "I'll beep everything you want me to do" "Do everything you want me to do" [Apache] The dark alley cat, spit himself I want you to it's not one personality on somebody else person It could be a motherfucker or a doe ho I was ducking andFlying, creeping and climbing the lost lanes The Lion and the Lamb, low down andron the trotter It was a natural disaster, these were the animals The lions and the lambs, but they never made it home Although someatcher flies took a ride I was watching the clock, turning off the light at the end of the rainbow Watching the planet, following the leader on detras A familiar nightmare, seemin to jump off in the mistletoe The Lion and the Lamb, name of the day A familiar sweater, rain or sleet, it comes to the town A familiar sweater, winter time, springtime with no sweater on Itakes me to think of Fanny or Hit, nose bleedings A dozen left, not a sound in the town I couldnt believe the life I live God gave me a gift, my gift was gift I couldnt believe the lust I have to this trade Keepin fake folks, while my brothers trade Gotta make sure I'm poppin and I'm cakin Ain't talkin, my wife up on a Visa, what, what, what? (Chorus) Priest The world controls my mouth If I say straight, they hope they like the way I am When I say stupid, they think I'm dumb Don't make me laugh at your blunts, my momma help me buy 'em All of a sudden, I'm sick like a mothafuckin cough Bitch I gotta bottle of Henny, I'm clappin the switch Blowkin everybody out, theazard winding streets Everyday we pass through the liquor store Peace to the whole neighborhood Ain't never seen like this before (ha ha ha) That's why I keep my eyes on petty cash I gotta these bums, I be gettin them down You know I had a hunnid ounce of padium sippin the soda Now I'm dock in the jail elevator Wreckshop to the finish line With my grease troops sitting 'round like watch hands Ha ha, congratulations on your stage Not afraid to drop these jams wit perfectionist Gotsucko, let them catch they mental state Ha ha, I dare you to try to stop me Ha ha, I'm sick in the brain, no niggas can't cure me Man I'm bout to catch ya, head throbbin, you know Ha ha, ah ha, I dare you to try to stop me Ha ha, I'ma pit everybody against me My trueest to fear me, still uphold the cane (Chorus) Priest Dialo, the action is focused Beef with the gods and the gods I represent Gotta keep the grams that I label tight Keep the grams that I label tight Esoteric and Lighter Shade, we sprayin the S-E Put the vision in your eyes what we 'bout to do Tell 'em my name, give 'em the night The heat is forecasted just like the night that's been shot We 'bout to set the mics off in the forest My chemical flow is insane, I eat rappers And wet them up like Dracula Hydroc ======================================== SAMPLE 152 ======================================== ucker Has lost his mind to the ?Buttel? Cant dissolve the track when the beat flows Was?" askin niggas about the Waynes See my nigga Trae down in 64 Pumpin for the big homie Po I feel your pain Wish em all gone by the m�'s Shit is real Keep it real nigga I will carve my name in the streets off y'all words I give ya whole world an X1 Hook � 2x [Poet] The Low can never be danked by me Cause they say in my city they'll leave me alone I'm still a G see? Expression of mind in the game Game may cause hunger but that ain't to threat But I be givin out this ungrace to the cee-loosened Cold trizzies that's why they label me a menace No matter who I am it won't always mean the worst to my family Rightory's in the C.R. as you already know When my deejay status gets factored in Ayo, anything nigga killin me gets factored in They like, "Poet, you too" as I'mislatures how I roll Just put me on the player hat and I still count that As a million-dollar villian, you see I'm checkin the Hov' out these seven-fifty-two-seven-seven lifephorns Hook � 4x [Mack Biggers] Gettin fat in these everglades Hollerin' God to the stockrooms These ghettoes up What's happenin here Get up off that (???) and buy A.T.F. thieves and playas Take a look at ya life and try to imitate (?) the players who be zipping Ay two-faced, believin ya story Dig the way we live and two-faced, we running this Bout to hurt us and maybe kill our chivalry The fact is, we still a problem But it's like this:Whoever's down to ride and let's jock and its kinda dope Hook � 8x [Poet] I'm representing for the people while I'm whipping for the dillz Act like a fool and shut your brotha Cause if you ain't ho you ain't jep, and if you are then I'll be knocking down fake rappers and phony dillz Act like you know and if you're looking for jolly then you're found Act like you know and if you're feeling what I'm feeling then you can feel if you don't then I gotta dish it out em, one over for your VIP table you fake bro Fuck around, and cause you ain't really gettin by the rap game (Get down) I can't be player, can't you see I'm the one That all y'all niggaz should be Huh, cause I'm bustin niggas teeth and You know the reaper, so nigga don't play this for cash I earn my bucks how you want it But to make your life a livin, get it how ya live Hook � 5x Artist: Big Ed Album: Special Forces Song: Me and My Soldiers Typed by: Lil Hustle [Hook] When the tanks rolled in And the food packing animals Just dogs and me When the tanks rolled in And the food packing animals Just dogs and me [Big Ed] I know those where they at And the bidness is giving ya The blues is my color And I'm down to blaze Game stayed true Little shorty I'm moving to the bank The big dogsPo in me Poetic law divine If you flip the bird I'm looking for them Little dogs and us Big ol' trucks In the off days rolling them fields Smoking them trees Smoking them trees Got's the whole townacsacsacsacsacs' [Hook - 8x] When the tanks come in And the food packing animals Just dogs and me When the tanks roll in And the food packing animals Just dogs and me [Big Ed] Aie, now I got you on soundman We got you on soundman Just dogs and me And ah, ah ah Ma, tell me what cha' said to cha' folks That's like pushing aeperodin bitch I hit ya' on the soundman then push him Nigga fuck wit' Ed ======================================== SAMPLE 153 ======================================== cracked the ribs and out pulled Dr. King's arm It was a beautiful Saturday, big ass summer night Day time, even outside myics we wore Isleys I had to give (fuck you) You dunno how we act, you didnt hear no high note radio games Youawkin' at the moon for ZillaLife or some other small shit, that'll chunk your brain wit ice [chorus] - repeat 2X "Step to this" - repeat 2X (DJ Premier while he rhyming): yo, YOOOHO, my god, my soul, this yola shit shit no one is gon' like, when I commandeer this fucking thing and when I say this yola shit, while I commande dis yow powa powa, yow a powa powa yo call me KillaLounge KillaLounge (Chorus) [Verse 3: Vinnie Paz] I'ma MC with an acrobatic flow flickin' my earlobules flippin' my page with a funky beat with the funky lyrics, sound like a drummer A-Liv closer with the flower girl in the middle of it I dont know what to do, I wont say anything to you or any of my guys, man grab the gun and let 'em hit me with it one time, this one time man Yow yo nigga please, never let ya eyes relax so we can see if you can get a break though A few years the road has started to see slow blues where dude's sweat when we turn the spot up where dudes on bitches get shot up in garbage fires get lit up in developedg drugs, got more than family wealth in the big city the cops is cold as hell cause everybody's against everybody netfore theyPoppin' the grass begging theirlivion from the sonar, to the man behind the gun so you can make an impressionable plan to make a mil or H$AP show a nigga somelove but right before you hit the corner, you should pay a fee a little fee if you wanna know how we made the money now pass the medicine (Chorus) [Verse 4: Boston Algolia](Drinks on me) I read rhymes by verse I keep it gutter with the ceiling without a pass I never look down on the suckers I play to win, never take a loss you can make that money and still get sprayed you look badstandin' at the corner [Verse 5: Yungsta X from Hooterville] Shoot by night I swear black penitentiary got a hood hot and it's swoll up on everythang you could hit my block cripple and if I get out I'ma leave the muthafuckin' lights off hehe - yo man get your mind off of the pimp in the hoe or the pimp in the hoe the hoe is the mind of a master she knows my heart ache is a deep stupor a nigga so perverted and if you're from the south side nigga you is the north (Chorus) [Verse 6: Grindstone] They say a mind is a mystery(nytimes) but a nigga with a mouth can make a hoe spit a verse an a hustla through the A ity cop yo words again an a murderer nobody but me Lord an I'm set free cuz a hoe I fuck wit if you wonder why I stay in bed a fool got heart attack wanna catch a nigga down pill full of that killa weed cuz a nigga don't miss a nigga light the G and I run wit niggas thats trillinated asian bucks they pull they heat and they ready they got they ink and they reppin then they turn around and they start cryin a fool with no money just got a feddy so you bust like a tear in your eye nigga bank and fucked up like a proportion for one 23 I took from the street and gave it back to the dope game the streets love raps made by private thugs bit the snow from the tow truck stand my enemies known to strike like the nail bit by the neck gave a nigga a doubt, now he laying on his back I'm a monster, the knot I give you is knot the amount of money I'll make you if I run in your town the amount of people I'll slay when I give you my props you know the ones that'll never make it out ======================================== SAMPLE 154 ======================================== SS spots, freaks and drug Snow White And Aetimony drippin, gotta pay my rent Speed boats, know the difference in Range Rover Rolex's and rings, different flavors, have you taped Cus that's what Cripple Disease patients Come around and see me, crush your dreams Any tint you get, it's lace ring finger lacehog {*pigans; she did that too} ring me up that particular shit [Chorus] [A.G.] Hot like butter, plus so fine you forgettin it nigga Butter due from the candy cane man Its only one me, daddy and her partner name is Trinity Hang in the sky you know what that do Trinity Crack in the family Oomp Camp with the big man Trace in the stash and weaves like a Hawk Might stop and spaz on the door like a blue jays Chrome two tone two9 2 pancaked Cadillac Four pound and take off When im playin with them people Nigga that's catchin his breath and it cost a grip Loses his chest instantly, Im a cripple Struggle with the hustlers, takin out the whores Push back the foes and the hoes too And you didn't know them bitches was my go to when I date ya I'm no joke, the bigger the loot, the bigger my clout But not out trust, I refuse to fail And chill I cock the double first, I aint got to say a word The rocks and sand how the fuck you feel [Chorus] [Verse 2: Wale] Big up to my man, that's the homies Two up top Don Cason ism out that blue And my nigga Kwa I bust his back and your bitch thinks Da bomb drops are ma bomb like Do bomb like and stay low like And you'd love to see But I'm all up in that ass like Big up to Raekwon, And my peoples up in that ass like Cuz they keep a meanie like Big up to the Roc, Big up to the Ruthless, Big up to the hustlers, Big up to the gorillas Whos this napple peckin' Big up to society, Big up to the rich, I don't know about you niggas, I'm strapped Yeah I'm from that hood, I'm gone gangsta Still that same cat I just got a new truck And I'm in that ass with a new bitch, She told me wrap her fingers around myieve And put em in the trunk, and that's for pussy [Chorus] Artist: A.G. Album: Get Dirty Radio Song: Who Gon'Fa Bump? Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [A.G.] First things first, I never wanna lose, I just wanna hit With the automatic, cuz I'm never ever burning out 20 thousand dollar nigga coming in 90 bringing 6 lads With the ??? gonna get it straight like Peep these lames thinking they got chips, 3 out of 5 bands get a song with G 2 way jeans to match the lace ring I'm not dumb, I knew I could hit, Now I'm coming from a city called chaos If you piss my foot, I'm strapped like Nextel Shut the fuck up, it ain't no talk at all My slang keep madem shhh I keep to Bam B and Onky I pass ya nigga wow wow I show ya niggas the ding-a-ling And I'm meaning to run it I ran it, I'm spraying everywhere You understand me, my words bust your shit It's a Black Mafia thing You know that word punk, Bitch abut Bitch get out the game with ya All Eyez You know that's what I bust the glock {*4X*} You understand me, hear me [Chorus: A.G.] I'm off the hook because I dip in the nina Pull out the strap and let the mil Under God, I don't give a fuck I'm a mack, I'm a gun I'm a gat we smoke to the back While you front, while we front Cookin' guns and rocks, we actin' greedy You fool, you should be ashamed of your design Under God I say: FUCK YOU [A.G.] This the G.T.C.A. Who got hotter, who got hotter The glock got hotter ======================================== SAMPLE 155 ======================================== pipe With flames they're like a kilo glock Bonfire creeps, wanna power my combustion Myingly, we're coming at you at the same time Sorta portly, mentally this time to hear it Probably subliminal, bluffing I'm a gun slinger Explicitly, an odyssey across land and ocean Rippin' off your stereo, through speakers and your dome Tellin' me that yknowI'm never phony I'm off the block, now and I sell out In the Harryhood, kissin' my daughter Ain't Michael Jordan, like Jimmy Jones and Usher Shootin' industry proms, starin' my sequel Ain't goin' crazy never left his brand Heaven sent the angel to tempt me Met her at a pony and we danced She was with me once, and she tried me at pony We exchanged love beams, even fell down when I'mweight You sparkle just like a diamond, you're higher than a bottle IfThis is high school, and Dr. Dre think they rappers I hate 'em Had to have both of their hats, had to always trust Always had my family, who all of us we bring CK and P in my corner, my other cousin Reacher more thugous than Anquette [Hook-Ali] 2x No Limit [x8] [Verse 2-Riddil] Yo who wants it?, they can't hold me I be the half and the half, the smarter version A real, real thug, like A.G. and B.O. Niggaz think they pimpin' me, I'd rather sleep with hoes It's only logical, as soon as they spoon feed me the serve This is Low I step with my spine, slay the rush like a Scorpio Hang with hide Amount like a cocaine habit Don't greet me with a body, only God can kill me These tricks can't trick me, I follow all the laws of wrath For this reason, I stay true My lifestyle depends on love, money and lies If I drop a verse, I love you forever No limit to the amount of dollars I would love to strike you Men {*scratching*} their ear to the ceiling and say that I'll be there for your trips, pains and shakedowns Give you little niggaz more, as your name became famous [Hook-Ali] 3x I'll be, and always be, a, street nigga my brother, my brother's name is Money Ain't Nuff I put bitches in my bank account, then I used that to put some cash in my brother my brother, my brother's name is Money, I put that to put some cash in my brother [Verse 3: Dollar Bill] I'll hit you with a hundred codi and a blue chunk A hundred platnium and a throwback street classic now at a (resting) cost of approximately an ounce of dirt and a rock are these niggaz getting down (chicken in a slang) for about 20 pennies on my neck and a throwback street classic run through a ghetto demon they screaming out "Bankroll his head" an ounce of eastside's gonna kill ya yo I empty a nigga genocidal irony thishanosap about a gun this is where I got the motherfuckin cash this is where I got the motherfuckin cash, got the motherfuckin cash! [Verse 4: Yuk Onyx] There's somethin wrong I think I'm getting low Viagra come up to my crib and pull me out my underwear ya'll knocking on my door like "what was you doing?" Like I just came out the do', you know my occupation's low at the bachelor's so they give me no training but I got plenty bread, plenty of what we don't need ya'll never know the day that I put this in the oven because I'm born to bake, plus I'm only 11 so it's time to give this 17 hell, now I guess I'll never know the day that I'm sent back to the ward that the cops stop me by the letter K when the boys run up on me in the burbs at the house with the strap that I'm dressing with the dopefix urn that I'm keeping cool but when it comes to headnin' let it burn ain't no need for aNorald, not in my memory I'm in a low life mansion Ion sitting on my tonsils looking out for the birth of a better world it's about that time to get focused and stop thinking in ======================================== SAMPLE 156 ======================================== him more times ) ) Yuh must be buggin out (Nah, I can't do nothing) Artist: Dre Dog (Andre Nickatina) f/ Equipto Album: Bullets, Blunts N Ah Big Bankroll Song: You Got Playin' Typed by: ***@***.*** [Equipto] Back to back Artist: Dre Dog (Andre Nickatina) Album: Bullets, Blunts N Ah Big Bankroll Song: What Was I Thinking Typed by: ***@***.*** [Equipto] I was a fool thinking I couldn't touch the cat (What!) It was a cold ass night (Huh!) All I saw was guns and cutlery Huh, but you ain't got a gun nut no more It was Friday night and I was just vibin' in my old school Benz (Bitch!) You boys ain't ill shootin' parents out (ha ha!) Run up on me boy to run you a funky crime (Boy) My ride came with exposure These crips love me and want me out the house I knew it from the start Money talks, so I got spins on everything (Yeah!) Splurge killin these niggas, is the mission All I say is "Who's your daddy?" Drum crone niggas run up on me, you nothin' but some chronic blocka's What you thought it was? Nigga is it start/no end No kings sent And I'm on the loose So let me preach like a slave [Hook - 2x] So you got playin' But now its time to get doz Because you got money in yo laco No you got choppers but not loaded Because you got playin these blues So you got choppers but them plus your Sig And them niggas who got the raw No matter what they hate They gotta get it, they gotta eat And that's on the cuz [Andre Nickatina] My daddy was the boss of the street Man I'd do anything Man I'd do anything to get the chedda [CBM] You know the code to no disrespect And false facts are used as a fact [Guru] Just give me all that you got And I'll say what happened I usually get# wantin' g took out [Andre Nickatina] You with the ackin'?? That's winter time IEDs be sprayed You play me if you get popped [Equipto] Don't test My bullets hurt you My aim is just to see you hurt it [Andre Nickatina] Don't sit back and wait You got what it takes to beat this horse [Equipto] I cock the motherfuckin' revolver And aim it at you Pow my fuckin' tummy I don't wanna hurt you Matter of fact Now put the trigger And knock the forecast out your phone Cause we are rhyming to get at you [Andre Nickatina] You are now in danger My tongue give loose lips To baboonish men We will try to take their life Cause I will Man the attack And do it like a poodle Cause I'm not afraid of a loose cannon The ace dale fotellini Who will disarm His crew and harbor theroy who be Flappin' on the blacktop I push a packed up thing called a pound I take the amount of time that you want From the first second before you gettical To the last second after you release the scope Cause the Doctor ordered it [Equipto] Bahweep taker I'm not somethin' but the black sheep It's like a rubellin' parasite Immo, fit and clever Autopsy truck Somethin' for the intellect Then I'ma be one of a kind Like a auto- Eva with a delorid pyramid I'll fried your chick Like potato salad In a frying pan Bitch [Andre Nickatina] Yeah I'm like a iceberg fish, but without the pearl If I wasn't facing these guns I surely be Popping these bars It's spring break And Nicky, I slap heads with my gangstas These are fact And I'm such a crook ======================================== SAMPLE 157 ======================================== me in a 3-4 I'll call her "Jackie" cause her mouthpiece is brogged And I can tell by the way that she's between me and her [Chorus: Big Shug] Lay it down, body heat, just roll deep Got to elevate on it, tell the door's shut She's hunned, I'm known to rock it Revenge of the 9th Prince, the boss man is harrassing I'm the hottest thing out Mami, can never be me Can never be you [Verse 2: Big Shug] 9 God awful why do you speak my language fluently The sword brings multiple blows of thunder Y'all melodrama, the slaughter place is my Blood lust is all passion Blood lust is all passion Dion, Mac, Z-Ro rapping is all passion All these fucking rappers have heavy ad libs Shout out to myIE (Woo) Bitch you're the shit, I seen you back in the glass house I'm singing this song so I spokeome This song is dedicated to the Killarmy The surface form of reality my motherfucking favorite place to do my speaking Get my speaking, the type of shit that make my ass drop You fuck around and gets metal Word to God, I am worship, God said I back up That my fucking vocals shred through shits like a barn, get ruable And as long as I ain't overzealous, then I'm a stay true [Chorus x2: ad libs to fade] Artist: Big Shug Album: Street Champ Song: Hood With That Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Big Shug] Yeah, uhh.. Hey name, what's up baby? I can't do that, so uh-huh, jump Naw I can't pout that I'm Big, The black Einstein I'm in your pockets, diamond I'm in yo' area We can get down, get 'em I'm a pimp baby, I'm not a chaser I'm a thorough motherfucker, that's gatted Be my bitch and I'm a seen all them, plus Bitch I'm aditect, talk like decaffeptic Talk likeiffin-gassy I be off castro, baby you got to introduce yourangers Vaderazi, deuce six, vath, a speaker This is hood with that Eastside fa-va-ve, that's on sight L booted like I'm sucking on some saddle I represent with the thirty feet Jeans off, pulled up to a foreign Head on collisions, peep the scene I'm like Tyson in the rain I'm to the left like Tyson's wiggle Vaderazi, the dro-time, nose off Vaderazi the dro-time, nose off Vaderazi the dro-time, nose off [4th Ward Weebie] I pull up to the prom and call 'em "Many lady passed away" I put the foreign on the curb and fall back The last thing she ever saw was the gallon of vodka Her head is swollen, and she drinks slow-ly She's probably speakin of death, but fuck 'em I'm 'bout to put my da-ting in a pot The left eye's all fucked up, and my eyes are lazy I ring the shower, talk to my body language acs up and down the phone like I used to Go to sleep, eat good, and god yeah, I'ma buy me a brick It's a dream, it start like this like this [Chorus] You can catch me in the hood with my ohms When I blow the smoke, it kind ofgins out Night in the trenches, you got beef with feds When I ride, I'm with battle tapes You cant faze me, when I'm surrounded by vets And if I am, honey hot boy it be on you Catch me in the bullet proof Caddy [Outro] Some of our soldiers are bustas Now know the media is violent My mama and daughter getting having thangs I might flip just when I'm tired of being bout it Got to say honey, thats holla Artist: Big Shug Album: Street Champ Song: Hood With That Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Big Shug] Yeah, yeah, Big Shug baby Let's drop ======================================== SAMPLE 158 ======================================== at the spongy sideways oshop a logo, move watching Joe in the vivacious Thank you God that's heeded for my buzz I mean I hate weed, I love to smoke But fair you take to admit certain phrases make me nauseous So without to much info I bought three phones: the widescreen tion, it keeps my eyes drawn its all about the me I see in all the verses I spit I hit the lotto, met a hot girl named model Cuz they makes me so beer like Saks Fifth We have a special occasion I pass the soap in school to Yukon I go to the bussin like Rambo explosive I'm up inropin I like to bang I really got mad So ladies just drop it whoopennin bitch I'm the truth bustin till the 12 think! [Chorus: 2 Chainz] I said yeah I'm sick of you, I said yeah! Ima drive through the city pull up with a bad bitch beside me I said yeah, baby, by the way can we get on? Oh, can we get on, can we get on, can we get on? Oh, can we get on, can we get on, can we get on? Oh, can we get on, can we get on... Artist: 2 Chainz f/zy give a little bit of back matter [2 Chainz] This how it go down, Crazy Legs hella sick dog I'm a real-ass nigga, I go real far If you ain't seen the movie, you should +see me+ I'm on a paper chase like I'm havin' plans+ Hit the switch, make it spin like a carousel I'm a +PaidIDoshi+, I'm a +DEAL+ Three bottles of propane by the O' Ray C., fill inater Tonight I be gettin' high [2 Chainz] I hit the club by the cut shake the scene I'm in L.A. pack my sticks Make a move - walk past ya, step away from the bottle And hit the lights (huh) I just washed up, not a wasted one in my car Work jacket, low-top Mercedes (uh) Got a bottle of 'gnacle and a bottle of Pina Colada (what?) I've been drippin' Bacardi and I'm not gon' need that Wanted to be an superstar, long time john Don't need that,anted to be a star, long time john Wanted to be a top designer, and I'm givin' designer dollars [zyHook] It's a hard life we livin' (and livin' - I mean, I'm livin' hard) They burnin' baby, just cause you lackin' (why you ...) I'm on the rise, international (uh-uh) It's a hard life we livin' (and livin' - I mean, I'm livin' hard) They burnin' baby, just cause you lackin' [2 Chainz] I been drippin' drank, and rollin' pollutants (code for the undercover O-M-P) No offense, I don't give a fuck (I don't give a fuck) But my brain is prol'ly [?] from drinkin' mad dank Came from the soda machine remember this? (No, no) Ioca [?] no fool (No, no) Trap Lord, Trap Lord, I'm tha Lord My cousin Get the glan' (Bangs!) I've been whippin' haze (Soda-pop) Lettin' off 40' in a foreign car (What?) VIP believer [?], holdin' a better deal I'm a ghettoali (Gullldomotto) Hit the anterias (Caterpillars?) Better mother fuckers learnin' how to code (huh) The neta free bitch Hit me off with a tech and a cable Then label me a slave, that's whassup Joe Casey, run the whole thing? (right) [Chorus] [Verse 3: Wale] Joe Casey did a hit jamming the do' With a couple boys but they all gotoa swans Who is that in the Ho' The crowd is SCARTERY, Time for me to take a puff I'm on one mill, took about a minute Because I'm real talkin' You can't build ======================================== SAMPLE 159 ======================================== ] I slide ever pole, Chevrolet sold me knives and guns friend lost his life, cause bustin' then he bust back couldn't find count his count, count he count, count he count I fought for seven niggas, man I swear to God I was foiled I'ma smoke in the hole with ya head, til' the hole look raw Then I rap a lot on the corner, where they duck on me the deuce-deuce between the chain and the front Wouldn't play cut the bass, cho-cho's how they shoot bullets each channel, radio and on the TV Straight from Boston, know what I mean? Real shots, not fake Full of rage, niggas want a reason Thirty-one pounds, not small beef Quick to pull a snub nose short and in a bare minded state of mind bitch I got one foot in, one foot out Want to own that half of y'all I ride dawn to dusk, the night without day til' I'em make it to the next day hm, I feel great can't wait to day But I'AlRest in Deez... stress I'Mrouble Artist: Big Syke f/ 2Pac, Dusty Toed Lover Album: Where I've Been Mixtape Song: Lost Typed by: ***@***.*** [Verse 1: 2Pac] In the house, yeah it's fucked up But if you still want me to make it happen You could bring your 5 and... boy you could handle that Even if you aint rich, I'mma still give that ass to you And girl I'm gon' let you have it Can't stop now I know you can't stop starin' Go and get your money while I take and get my dough She said she love Kwesten but she ain't had enough So I said I'm a fucker and hope you know that But she said... I'm a fool and once she thought I was a cat I dropped her off and never thought about it Cause you never see her in the mall with her friends And I... I'm saying... hope you recognize that But you... you... need to stop bein' like that Cause we... we... lost too deep [Hook] But once I get her on the track I can't complain I'll pace myself down and sex me till I feel fine I said she needs attention but, I'm talking about you To be the favorite to be the favorite to sex her, babe To make the sex smooth and the both of y'all sexless [Verse 2: Big Syke] She's still thirsty for me I'm sorry baby so overdue She told me what she want and asked for it But since I've been with her I guess I gotta learn Baby you gotta learn from my record, record, record I'm a gangsta with a K Ride glass of liquor and soak him like I'm a water dog, like He don't want no water dog, he just want a CREAM Oh we tryin to follow the money chain wagen and mi billin every hog and if a nigga lease 'em till I'm on the Maybachs I'm so yea she fly out like a jockey with the drop crown I'm like the money chain, you know it's real that I'm plackin She won't hold back, I'm like the bitch tax free Don't pay me and get tax free Cuz if you do keep me gone you'll get taxed up She gon' be just like me Don't catch me lyin lyin or cryin under any sheets I am so rich to the point I made the cops lookin tough And I'm still here strong like Mef, when I raise check I'm outta here, outta here, outta here [Hook] [Verse 3: Chris Ward] How you know now what I'm a livin now, I was workin now And then I seen your girlfriend tonight, she just passed me class She really mean muggin when she finessing and Them clothes and them mittens and them Alize's I mean no I's crossed I mean no conditions All I got is myself cause I'm tryna do mine And that's the only way that I'mak it cause I'm tryna keep it true And my motto, be without all that I can get is flexing on them bitches and that should give me self-assured That's the only way that I'm handc ======================================== SAMPLE 160 ======================================== Typed by: ***@***.*** [Chorus] [Chorus: repeat 2X] platinum hits most under the sun we shine bright we the best of us we the legends nobody can mess wit nobody can mess wit nobodies can mess wit nobody can mess wit (Verse Two) I'm a bastard with an attitude sittin' in the laboratory, me and my girls was right at the same time with a nickle pack in my pocket, nickel plated pen I was a skinny bitches tried to run my world they didn't scrape the ground cause they had me on they back they gave me packs of (?) and said if you don't then who do you my hoe was pussy (?) but she was also full of Tedeschi She was also full of Tedeschi and she could even pull the fov dash off of her blobby Puckin' her ass she had to jump down on her knee I was lookin' all hard at the time that I saw her She put her lips on my dick like the motherfucking Ted She said I'm Barker for a bitch so I had to beat that pussy like a drug (This is the deal you pussy) She said I'm Nickoly like my boy Del Amo I said I'm Rek could you be my hoe She said Nickoly you dig? this is how we do I'm Nickoly like The Rock I said I'm Rek? this is how we do (Chorus) [Verse Three] I said Nickoly, you know I hit it from the back as I roll through your hood, your city it's the brat pack I said Nickoly, when I say do it, you know I mean it I'm back so what you gonna do it? straight rage crazy p. 30, my patience slow like the arch your Pose pussy, while I smoke a lot I don't rap and I don't fake yeah, bitches love it I went to Chucky and get the past out biggie do' and shake that thang off an' I ask the ignorant in tha streets to leave and I promise not to lack I make it, leave you face down on the dash, breath left in the bed damn wall, flat on my knees like Po-Yo pray to Jesus, I'm never coming back, go to work like Yo sing a song, then I'm fucking holler to my chest You hear that monkey shit? I hate cha (I know you can't stand it) I hate you that's why you never went out Talking to the ladies, niggas with low ass styles on chicas, drop ass pumps, drop tops you know that style buts just a ghetto thing like Rick about to turn indian oil and told that bitch to go getasket no curse go down, cuz out this state you don't no know can't ignore me now that's the week of the hypest, and the show I go huh? I got that drunk look on them hoes' faces that's why I'm taking ends, if I want it I got it if I want it I let you know I'm blowin' up, ha! (I'm blowin' up! I'm blowin' up! Fill my mind with metaphors so listen!) [Chorus] Artist: Big Smo Album: Kuntry Livin' Song: Mombing & Cokin Te Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Verse 1] If mom & smoking ain't the same Then fuck it, I'll change up my ways Hard to recognize ische say it ain't me Every sixteen These kids gotta eat I tell 'em #whoa haters jump in my seat I'm dying of laughter I'd rather smoke my lil brother Smoke my sister If she knew my father I'm a fucking beast Smilin for my family I'd die for my brothers Spill away for the laugh-off 12 years & ALC Po-po be dumb Who gave him an F I thank Sno-D And y'all gotta pass me I get it while I'm at it Or never never never scratch me You know blow my weed You know slow-mo It's too much smoke in my atmosphere And I'm a pass it Smoke it slow Keeping in it world Hurry up I-E-E Pass it fo' Keep it flowing fo' ======================================== SAMPLE 161 ======================================== 'Cause we've been at this for way too long The coconut limee culture esta With a baseball diamond and a human torch But still it's empty. I'm just talking lingo And when I'm finished I'll explain explain it Superman - biting your babe Selena James - biting your babe Carter - biting your babe Lanceading your face with paint [Chorus] [Big Noyd & Singapore Kane] [Verse 3 Part 2] She was fucking me, I was doing me She thought it was me, me wasn't bracket Niggas wifed up and signed me She was having the time, I was having the time Hustling for dollars, I never needed heats Niggas they disrespect strangers I'm a damn fool for this facade These pretty motherfuckers can't stop me I know you wondering why you're fucking me I'm the reason why your favorite rapper dies The reason why I isn't dancing, I'm super charged I serve in the wake of my favorite rapper's [Chorus] [Verse 1] I dropped outta school last night Had my tapes and my CDs Otherwise than that I never would have made it That I am what I am and what I'm beenPNP All my grams, please tell me why Niggas telling me do it - do it good They girls meantime, I'm way too old Much is monetary and worthless And all I know is money that's way too instrumental A nigga told me when he was broke that he had to be fucking extra long I heard the chickens clicking through the CD you could use that Didn't really care, they was getting money from her Hell, if you never had a chance to buy her anything Went to the dealer to get some of that crack you could smoke You can get that from South Central, crates and them hallways That's the money that she getting, from when she was young That's the money that she had, from when she was young That's the money that she would make, from when she was young That's the money that she would make, from when she was young That's the money that she would make, from when she was young All the girls asked to view the show Now that nigga is rich, and that's that money Show and prove, fame and fortune that's all she know That's the money that she has, all the time That's the money that she has, all the time That's the money she has, all the time That's the money that she has, all the time [Chorus 2: Action Bronson x. Luke] Do it - do it man Man you know we do it Artist: Big Noyd f/ Prodigy of Mobb Deep Album: Episodes Gotta Japes Vol. 2 Song: Live From London as a Man Typed by:www-via-msn.com [Intro] Luke:And as we must always do, as we move by Luke:And as we move by, the lights are gone And as we move by, the lights are gone [Verse 1: Big Noyd] Luke:And scoop the bird if he fly far And the shark don't know nothing bout a bird Or a eel or a big sucker scambin Don't know nothing bout big sucker Or a sculla whale or seaduck a big sucker If you know the right words And the right times Niggas'll snatch you if your funny And get rich on me Steady stackin chips and they still on they hoes If you don't know, I'm still high T-X-R codes to get my kicks And if I'm slangin dick and you want my powder Niggas'll chop your teeth when I cock the chop And if you ain't with it, learn from it or what? I'm the type of nigga that will keep your name out your mouth So I'll call you a waiter Or leave you upset and keep your dogs at the paper chasin Nigga's on the run, I'm quick to draw Lookies on the hunt to take your titles and bag (?) You're gonna fall just then? The Ox bro, I'ma hit you with the paper chase Should I tell you how you make me feel? It's only fair, if a brotha, I appreciate y'all wisdom And if I ever see you y'all at the court, would I drop a case? My eyes water up when I ======================================== SAMPLE 162 ======================================== need kisses So when I saw your yellow Lamborghini, I was in some rage Ran to the store for some oil, but when the dealer pulls up They'll be off the hook like a bad memory I can't wait to ride on you I can't wait to feel the vibrations against ya Tell me do you hit the ground like a pregnant Mary Jane Oh you hurt I'm gonna handle ya better Then I treat ya like a little bit of hottie Peter Pan Straight to let my babygirl hit the ground I can't wait to handle you babygirl hit the ground I can't wait to let my babygirl have the whole town I'm gonna do what I gotta do But it's gettin harder when I chase your dreams When I try to do it when I want you So do I, do I gotta do, do I gotta do, do I gotta do, do I gotta do baby! Artist: Bishop Lamont Album: N*gger Noize Song: Translator 2 Typed by: ***@***.*** [Verse One] I'm in the mode for the butt naked Lip sex, back and forth, on a bed like a futon She screaming pussy boy, oh baby you're the dimple Jump in the tub and prepare for the wet mess The smell is on me like changing paper bills She screaming oh baby you get it? It's mine She sucking on it like you would be Whipping it like a versiego money The way you lick it you should be finna get FinAid She sucking on it like you would be Thriving from the percolator and the river Living up in Cali truly eating chicken I say a fucking word she saying why you asking me Wrecking balling ball tears that were dropping me I'm hobbling through United Liquor and I'm feeling lonely [Chorus] I'm gonna do it You're gonna do it Because you're gonna do it You're gonna do it Because you're gonna do it You're gonna do it, yeah You're gonna do it Because you're gonna do it Just don't wait for me Just wait for me [Verse Two] I'm on the river and about to drink She sucking on my dick like cold willows She sucking all on me while I'm sleeping You damn horny bitch. Stop trying to play Is you scared that my passion will get you killed? Hiding under stairs like a light switch Your body making a diesel, get the fuck up out of my face There you go, yeah yeah yeah My passion driving me insane, yeah [Chorus] I'm gonna do it You're gonna do it You're gonna do it Because you're gonna do it You're gonna do it Because you're gonna do it You're gonna do it, yeah You're gonna do it Because you're gonna do it You're gonna do it, yeah [Verse Three] Baby stop playing, what's a rapper gonna do When your ass got three left And you don't really have, no need for lovin' You need some backbone, a dollar bill and some warm clothes Black frontera mask and a nice fitted dick The winter jacket, fox a few packs of bears arewolves are men that'll stare out the winter hand you a camera to shoot your many [Chorus] I'm gonna do it You're gonna do it You're gonna do it Because you're gonna do it You're gonna do it Because you're gonna do it You're gonna do it, yeah You're gonna do it Because you're gonna do it You're gonna do it, yeah [Outro] Ha. Shit Artist: Bishop Lamont f/ Bokey Album: N*gger Noize Song: First Top Typed by: ***@***.*** [Intro] [Bunny talking] DAT' IT UP~! KITCHEN~! [Verse One] It's been so long I don't know if Ima reva leave this game Siri ain't next to me like a habit Ronna attack the block and take the fans Let em dive and conquer this gimmick Jack shit is garbage and it's time for em to stop It's just me and paiba bring the laughter back My team they led the league in minutes and now we newest mess Minus the prayers ======================================== SAMPLE 163 ======================================== GH omez de ALASKA, bug ini rumball, loogie flucos dons la frontera da grande viva longe porno, porno Vanilla mano nome, nos prende es seria sienta que sao t esperaba, fresher than Folgers CHORUS: [ilo Lopez] You know we do it That's the way we do it Ma (moe) we don't play [Ali Vegas-Crunch] Gangsta Boi [J-D] esquecive [Ali Vegas-Crunch] Gangsta Boi [J-D] esquecive [Ali Vegas-Crunch] Gangsta Boi [J-D] esquecive Repeat Chorus (Verse 3) Ayo V.I.C., Chorus Who Represent? The original Long Range, readers, Packrats The north, the south presidents Serving collect calls,Collectivize Catch me roping foes,FishOut or Deepthroats, Looney Tunes Trained to Jump,Motorboat Elastic fracture foes My, tools go almost unnoticed I got more math than the top tax bracket in the U.S. That's why it's called my profession Firmly my guide Mind like a cell, BrainEd's It? Brain says ( It's) you the37D and Minde a equalizer Wayne is the sign, he'll be fine (Wayne is) You get the boogie,Wayne gets boogie From (from) the north Santeros, Elmers, Bauds and the boys that be rhymin Dance rah-ahrain Queens, of the north North, the south V.I.C., Chorus (Verse 4: Dayna Beelow f/�H Ray) Gal-Vatron, the nuclear wasteasher My, guage is, no ya not a chilla The, guerilla meansillery, Do-do-do Tell your people to stand Clearas to disrupt these police Catch you by gat, bullet, Slap your hand tell your people to stand Clearas to disrupt these police Won't tell you, that it may have already been "Disguised" which is the month of the three that is the time that I'm hustlin' in Don't try to analogize people The somethin is real, do the somethin for me Look, get on the loy-dog, steady keep my gat in my purses, no shoppin it for comin' back No loops, people, complain about the blam-blam That ain't how the game go Ain't too much different All I gotta do is blame my heard-ness You shoulda known who was the one To get me station to station It's the third-weak rapper to mention I'm Killa Cali, shout this when you see one (Hook 2x) Artist: B.G. f/ Evelyn Album: Life After Cash Money Song: In Deez Typed by: ***@***.*** (very few verses I made) I had a big dick when Evelyn was talkin' shit And I ain't back that now, but I'ma be alright Long as my rims keeps smellin' like tree tissue Or baby workmanship is solid like suede pajamas Spit a lot of stankin' and jump in the sex I leave the streets, weed, weed, L.G. Baby ain't got nothin' girlfriend She worked a long time but she can't pay the bills She called me up on Tuesday, said her son's workin' The next day I'moling, Bitch check the mail man Damn, I'm so addicted to money that I can't quit (Verse 1: B.G.) Call me up, I'm havin' bad dreams They say I work too hard and my League dues short I was workin' at the bank on my tail, hoping they're The one that ran through Enmore and stole weh the dental scholar Envious cause they knew I'd silence the herb In the winter howl, y'know how much I hurt The same winter howls the snow, take to the ice cretinin' And if you ======================================== SAMPLE 164 ======================================== ain loc nuh now the special could Hook (2x) Verse Want you (im running) You need (your girl gone) Girl want me (your twat is tight) Girl want me wid down you (there they go) Is she (running) let her shake that (yeah) When she shake that, (lord this wasn't) lord could could've beat that (yeah) lord could could've beat that lord would've beat that lord would've beat that A new king creeps in the building Round I go with dreads Cos I'm bout my hair my clothes my hair I don't give a fuck but you know what You can take your girls mouth off And run that train in her You can catch me downtown riding Fuck getting blank like a Hilton I'll find you and shoot you like a G Fuck outta here you gotta go put your clothes back I'll send you home an let you know tomorrow Hook Verse You betta see me when I run the shop I might be walking so you betta see me when I run the store I might be walking down the strip So what it gonna be you say when I get home All I'm thinking 'bout you and your love from home Take your clothes off for the tie Let's get it goin' in the summer Cause I know it getstin' away from me It's like I'm ice cold It'll be later But right now I need to pay out Hook 2x Artist: Beenie Man f/ Mya Album: Gun Song Song (S) Song: Gun Song Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Mya] Don't worry bout none of y'all I'm ready to start it Gun song in my tone Mya give the boss a shout The boss a shout [CaD] The boss a shout The boss a shout [Mya] Don't worry bout none of y'all I'm ready to start it Gun song in my tone Mya give the boss a shout The boss a shout [CaD] The boss a shout The boss a shout Artist: Jon Bellion f/ DJ Joe Album: ***@***.*** Song: Filin Cross feeds Typed by: AZ Lyrics [DJ Joe Talking] If you want street party send Bizarre something The Filin Cross feeding brothers and sisters Your baby-boy looks good in jeans Would you send him something to eat? send your photo at the Deel bring them leftoverries [Chorus] Filin Cross feeds Chicks tell me that it's the god spit Jesus cross, sendin out blessings Filin Cross feed Filin Cross feeds Fil Lug drop Filin Cross bread Would you send him something to eat? Send his angry text [Bizarre] @Homegirls In Action I bring you this sonication You need a new hobby, call your ex-girl Point me to your picture, right there You see it's D12, I'll draw you a R It's your baby girl, not me This is my birthday, not your birthday -ahh - here I go then go Filin Cross feeds Filigreea, cigars Dark, golden lungs Yes I (come on) Filigreea Cigourines is back This show is over now Should I say hello? I'm voice Speaking out of line Is that because I'm lighter than you? [Chorus] Filipino in the flesh A doughnut villain Loungin only here cause I'm famous Your bitches say they love you Yes I do, count the karats Put your hands up if you see the swill This is theme music for the baby bottles Homey you watching my kids grow up tough This is theme music for the baby bottles [DJ Joe cuts] *chicken clashing* [Chorus] [DJ Joe] Yeah, 1-2-3 roll up, shit too busy fighting Flacko tell them fakes to go fucking scramble up the street Shuffle then squirt, you know what? Fight Then eat McDonalds without even knowin' what food I got All they 'Burberry classics' pick 'em apart I'm a lonely bastard A twisted midget with a straw likeplanet Puffin ======================================== SAMPLE 165 ======================================== Bruce Lee And he looks so good to me, I keep my glasses on don't watch him, you can bob and weave and pack and wear one But leave your soul on the floor 'fore you blow my high, high, high, high [Andre Nickatina] Head, shoulders and wrists got a nigga selling snow blizzard bags Y'all cutting strippers with weed blazed by nine mean nigga, Saturday nigga, Sunday nigga I see ya'll close ya eyes and be like what about the nine you know beef? you chew on meat, you put on a man you seem to mental a battle like a dog that ate a roach boy, watch ya hands when you pull the gat from his mouth a nigga selling ice, a nigga selling homes a nigga getting money, a gang of hookers getting money a gang of hood niggas, a nigga is bridgin the gap about the size of a fucking pipe, I'm shitting hot [Equipto] The chain valet, I came in this industry on a mission for murder and them pussy ass niggas I shot I came to kill a nigga, it's me and Gseudo healthy you a mac, hunt a nigga down like a killer heatum swoop a nigga in the helicopter then we jet like the Defummer a R&B emcee, I speak with distance the road is rough sometimes I can't hide shit I travel the country, can you sing with a skirt sliding on a tacky chain, got my hip so far up in it sugar haze, I blow your mind like a haze inhaler lyrical emcee, I fuck you who a fan first lyrical booty style, I fuck you who a friend lyrical booty style, I fuck you who a brother lyrical, I fuck you who I was homie shempieme I got em for ransom, I give em to the love ring shempieme I got her, I'm a come and get shie I milk you in my rings, I make you butter peek-a-kin to be the king, peep the game I milk you in my laces, cotton- tucked the price I milk you in my bunions, milk you by your side Voodoo, I put you under my touches Voodoo, I put you in the hood, Voodoo Put you in the street, under the reigns Young deuces from the street, we cryin' for peace [Andre Nickatina] Head, shoulders and wrists torn lung Wayne Jordan in his perches Man dressed like a mob singer Vernacular, voodoo charm Man dressed like a demon Put my tongue in your mouth Man dressed like a demon Devil's paradise, watch the black sheep Run through the strip with a bad choice Man dressed like a dragon got you worshipin' God in a headspin I like the way your style became my dream It became my plan of mind just follow me betta act yo wicked i put on a show I ain't tryin' to be next you know the deal Big ounce of acting got you takin' a dive you know the deal [Equipto] I be the type of prey that quickly burns the scene I can make your belly twist like a video vixen or smokin' a molotov cocktail at the clubs that's the Bacardi When I pass you up my grape vines don't be starin' out here starin' on the freak that quickly grabs your attention keep steppin' you's in my hands when you're steering that thang come with the wine to the fullest I'ma hog yout cast hip hop in the mode of whores and I'm they work I'm on the tip of these missions and who is the best to rap? has a lab, you borrow it or the Junkyard Charts we multiply and overstand im the name they praise but on the scene you see us cheese zags steady kickin' it [Andre Nickatina] I be the heroes of the night rollers side at the bar spin it like a game of hockey robbery robbery yeah the god of Khan of khan pretzel you like that right there right there right there, that's me yeah right there Khan Khan family what the god say to me akin it down low, blowin' up like laminates blow like a flat tire tire in the night ya know how it go... ======================================== SAMPLE 166 ======================================== of the force that you see when you step into my lane otherside from the standard lines that we define as dangerous Something like the principle of what he call the moral college I have high hopes for a graduate degree in myself thatought from the public school and instead of taking us higher I rather dismantle you in the process no matter how hard life might take we'll at last get it through (scat singing) Don't wait for me You're treading water I'm bare-faced I'll be damned if I'm ungrateful Cause you wanna please me You want to please me I have kids to feed my lambs No wait 'cause it's easy Papa's gonna be lucky Hope my wife is good enough To have a child who is mine, whatever his or her name I pray that everything be right I've got to keep it all together And keep the peace so that when they meet they will be free from the bombs one thing they will not be needing Oh-oh Lord you have your God Nothing's gonna excuse you Aborting us is foolish and unwise You may not want to have to heal then without a doubt things will get ugly (scat singing) Don't wait for me, you're treading water I'm bare-faced I'll be damned if I'm ungrateful Cause you wanna please me You have kids to feed my lambs No wait 'cause it's easy Hope my father doesn't die He can see he's only 21 And he tried to live his life With no safety net -No -No -No -No That's why I hold tight faith No doubt, never give up! Just give up for my mother don't let nothing get in your way Don't be afraid, yes, we'll take it I'm giving up every time Papa San, why do you do this?!?! (scat singing) Why do you do that?! (scatting) Why, yes, we do (yes we do) Why do you do that?! (scatting) Why, I know you do We go to war, yeah, you know we do Give it up baby give it up baby Just enough for your spiritual and mental health I'm available when you need it, I'm no call I am, I am free as PEACE I am VIX while the world's still hellified Are you amazed by the phantoms they've tossed? Your whole life's destined for nothing, so throw up the rubber (punch) Chucks, I take good care of yourself, free throw You need to clean clothes, don't wear dirty linens There's a lot of hypocrites that's hiding their riches They only for a little while before they spill You need to take control and there's only one for you Your family's needs are never served Your friends are always compared to a brutal army If you ain't really a soldier, then what the hell ya gonna do?! Give it up give it up give it up give it up give it up If you couldn't answer no questions I'd guess you're straight-jumped Give it up give it up give it up give it up If you didn't have a job you'd be writing short money... give it up... Give it up give it up... Artist: Ahmad Album: Ahmad Song: Homeboys First Typed by: ***@***.*** (I know things 'bout crooks) (Everybody's shook) (They know jack-man) (You ain't a hood) (Just a crook) (Things just ain't grown) [ VERSE 1 ] (What's goin on) This rhymes is paid (What's up homie) I'm crooked like crooked streets (What's up homie) And crooks hate the police (Man I'm just a hood) And they can do as they feel As a crook I ain't afraid to step in (You ain't a hood) And they get the type of person that I was before (Cause they ain't jackers) (I can't deal with no hustlers) This rhymes is paid (Yeah) [ VERSE 2 ] (What's goin on) (You know a crook) This is bullshit (He ain't a hood) (He's a phony) (Things just ain't grown) This is just... ======================================== SAMPLE 167 ======================================== Hey hooker I want some of that coke I want it on my wrist, I want it on my necklace Wrist, floss and a beat Give it to you 'cause I aint expect it I put it on her right and then she left Sprewin the seatbel, crisp the cheddar And there's still a nigga (mm wha), smokin' that good Imbotiful, whatchu meanin? Tryin' to hold on [Chorus: Akon] You aint gettin outta line, it aint nothin' gonna happen You look stupid on my telephone screen baby call me Talkin that get money, payin' me Let em know you aint got to be here for a late fee Something like 50, 50 your friends and all my neighbors You've been here for too long and you don't really wanna test Give you a minute let em know there's no way you can do it like this [Bridge: Woman speaking in french] Into the lab, in the L-A-W-K Do not disturb me, interride As I smoke this shit [Akon] Into the lab, into the L-A-W-K Do not disturb me, interride As I smoke this shit [Woman inhale/ inhalation) Girl: Into the lab Akon: Yo, yo, yo why you hittin this shit for me? Cuz this will attract the fly ones and kill the snakes This is quite a drasticinalican Sit back and relax and meditate and Not to get rushed, to hell with sedatives As fast as I can I will wreck ya, shit hits the fan and gets drastic I'ma bust a nut off ya head and leave ya Bleedin' brains out, oh no, it's not a nice job Make you go from left tackle to the middle of the line As fast as I can forget my tickle, I'ma have to jack this Man like a flury with no wifey Cuz in the streets we don't have no women So ladies, if you wanna be down with Akon Pick up a tattoo on your neck to represent the Zen The name is Akon, no bling, the name is Athena You get sent to the world with your mind gone Because the deep black will sink your English You'll be runnin' like a porcupine, need a unbearable Pain from the nicotine mill, so high you might gumrush Shit sounds sweet but what taste is galaxy The tattoo reads "No meaning to me" What's the meaning of my tattoo? The meaning of my tattoo... [scratching] Woman: If you could look at anyone, you'd probably see orgasm The reason is this, baby, the feelings inside the heart of a hoe You get slapped not believe it, but not tears What the fuck's the meaning of this? The reason is this, I just got home from a show I've been broken four times, can I get it back together? This all about trust... The first hit was hard to swallow, you couldn't interpret it Now the second hit is gone, but I still get the rush The good feelin' for the first time And kickin' the midnight rock and roll for the ladies I hope this feeling means a whole lot to you I hope this feeling means a whole lot to you (I hope this feeling means a whole lot to you) [x2] So fucking sad cause you (I)know(I)love(I)don't(I) care But it's really just a bunch ofubby bitches and straw men And such(fucking saddling)my dress flows just so cruel And misery racks up straw caskets, guess I got on my guard And I'm a lock down place, only God knows what I'd do And me, I'd fuck the whole world if I closed my jaw And I'm a [chorus] [scratching] (I'd fuck the world if you, open your muffs) [chorus] Artist: Jon Bellion Album: The Definition (Mixtape) Song: A Dedicated Instrumental Typed by: AZ Lyrics I grew up in the age of Timberland and Pharrell shit Then a flaming guitar and Nicki Minaj and Lil' Kims and this shit is so rap [Chorus] I always wanted to be famous I always wanted to be Dr. young lady Dr ======================================== SAMPLE 168 ======================================== cut you off You at the center of a lot of weird shit, but it's okay My fed chick is like lil' daddy Twentlylemhunnetsumpsumpsumps Tongue sitter punch the jealous motherfucker Make the jealous motherfucker switch accordingly [Capo] Yeah, uh, hitchhiking on a buddy-jacking expedition Right asthmatic, can't wait till the rain turn blue disappears in the cracks looking for a victim whisper in a map well meaning but empty but shorty's golden like a classic Harlem period panoramic illusion Switchin my focus from the whiskey to the cocampia Nigga, is the whiskey the cocampia? Yes, the Hip-Hop wears its mugs from the neck to the ese The ese is large but the beard kind of tough Where the scabs and the rosacea? Me too swift to snatch me from the position Dimes, I came with the thunderFront and the rain made me a blank stare Must've, been drunk or swingin on a desire Wrathful motherfucker that do his walkup to the top of a hill of crack full of lead never saw his doctors But he kick it fucking anything, he gets a placement in the sector like alotta dumas with gats you can clip And if you're dark-skinned you gonna be short-dark-skinned Light skin nigga, light skin nigga If all of this sounds real cold-he got a complex CD-Rom grimey rhymes gorillas North to southpawal; my words push through the traffic Criminals they attack malice When I demonstrate, and they affect everybody Turn a clown to a juan, who wanna taste my lava? [Capo] Never catch me curl'd up, under arrest Corner grocery Ipanor, spray my bullets in the sky Pavlovian, M.O.B. Pressitting anybody trying to get that Jesus Christ is on my chest And I'm Jesus in the flesh, I'm Jesus in the ghetto This is a chin-check, only the strong can survive in spite of the enemy I throw your headphones out the speakers like Luther Vandane Apocolyphics on the chorus, you'll only get lip except when they corny You singinJesus, hip-hop's off the wall We're not your ordinary Christians, Apocalipps is church But I'll still entertain you with the Son of God on a silver Beamer [Capo] I infect the news and spread disease like spreadin flu to Presidents I'm an arm of Satan, that was about to blow Butcher's hands and that Amen, he said that's thiam that's on a bun I'm in the kitchen takin control of the building Spreading the words of serpent, the work of generation These Christian burning tires, be on the road to hell These Christian burnish tires, be on the road to hell These Christian burning tires be on the road to hell "Let it beya home, tiga, tiga, tiga, tiga" "Tiga, Tiga, Tiga, let it beya home, tiga, tiga, tiga" "Tiga, Tiga, Tiga, let it beya home, tiga, tiga, tiga, tiga" [Apathy] I scorch the skin on your neck before I shred your body I stomp you to your ownCloud and burn witcha ass You fuck boys better have steel in their plugs I'll sell the majority of the keyed, come against the mass Conquer the canvas and blow like incense, by any means I can rock you like Tony Montana, I'm fresh like Mannie Freakin You faggots is emotion, bitch I'm hurting You can't stomach the hate, but I don't give a damn I'm battered Wamp-us, I got aolution to the crime Binary Star baby got a whole lot of medals I throw a building back, make your heart stop I treat the world like a bowl of cereal and call it quits You faggots, fuck you and your moms I still get my jimack I still get a buzz Could take the beaters out with a lion blow I'll leave your shell on the floor Tiga I came [Capo (5th Ward Weebie)] (*You know, it ain't what you think, it's the facts Man, I'ma get ya, this is what I want, this is what I wanna do I'ma get ya, this is what I wanna do, ======================================== SAMPLE 169 ======================================== , I'm the purest air Out here and back, but it's filled with mud (Chorus) (2x) Matter of the word, money, money Niggas wanna go to war like it's liquor But I'm no thug and ain't going nowhere, a N.Y.State, Future [Esoteric] The esoterics, estopado, got ya numb like candy, c'mon It ain't shit, let em know that it's gonna be fair and sunny (See it's gonna be rough and sunny) I ain't playing with ya, I'matter than water, I'm victorious A lot of dummies talkin' 'bout this life I live Dead or alive, B, brown skinned, I'mma shake it to the bone I never shot me a boogie, so don't call me fool You couldn't smoke two shots with two dicks out your back Call me early, I'll beat ya birthday like Gaylord I spit a lyric at twice, baby we gotcha Thoughts so deep, I wish you could see them through Destruction of careers, physical pain for your mind Brace yo self, and future features such as voice swaps You're outta luck, All that glitters ain't gold Yet, You smoke laury 16s, But this watch ain't tan And yo' shit's cheap, It's color green And yo' main dude, Don't ask him on list Anti-niggas we ain't that loyal To these U.S.A. bastards, What's your purpose with this? All I would say is that you watch this brother Or you can get beat like a man (Chorus) (2x) [Esoteric] Yo, I stay blowing up like a thunderbolt My palms are filled with a course of a cross Carbon copies the forces of a nuclear bomb You know attack on deception, bombs scares and so on Esoteric's a crucial lyrical wizard When I drop a hot dope beat the street panic You need books like how to spell this, Dr. Seuss's a dentist His course is zero, created a blank I kicked it real low, when slammed a soldier At the end of my days I signed a deal For the odd day, I would cruise in a limousine With Gotti and Pina Colada, sweets in the back of a yo On the way to Soho with Dead bags and skirt Squirell with her girlfriend They googolose, logged on user names The feds know something bad is goin' on Knowhatimsaying, here to warn ya man right parent Treat ya own life, like a baby boar grow up don't come around for an minute I'll be down for mines This ain't a gang tale, you wanna talk to a real man Try real tough, get a brick and a steel And now I sells man, bought out the bar And my people I ain't talking to no hater They on the real cause they got their money steady Sleepin' in the dirt, they know me This is all I can be, I just want you to know I like 'em fit 'em, that's the test you'll face In the cut, just like the birth of a seed Run with the prophecy, big gun bang Lookin' like he arugula, but he poundin' back Like a pair of scissors, intelligence test You better go to class to learn the situation Before I get an axe and get right down your throat (Chorus) (2x) [Lil' Wayne] [The D.O.C.] Yo Catch me at the corner store Chop a big stack Over a slow steak Iced out spinach Snacks in a brown P've Nigga I'm big, where From? [Bridge: Lil' Wayne] How would I know? How would I know? How would I know? I'm conceited, you can't take it If you was the W, you'd be KA [Verse 2: Lil' Wayne] Okay I'm full of 2 steps, weed and accumulated 5 star living, pocket full of it Could've bought any trophy, could've played a smallball Best believe this, I could've bought a couple of state and local jobs But I'm still alive Bitch I'm still alive And I still got my nigga jobbing I'd be proud to play I'd be proud to play I'd be very proud to play Yea [Chorus ======================================== SAMPLE 170 ======================================== open cut cosmo steak, digital porno trance but my zoning of the wild is holdin hydro Esoteric enter through the ozone layer ozone nothing but elated helicops Daz speak in code get the AK's for disruction giant shaking pantheons pose from the skies spit out telepathy to thugs punch holes with my right as well head just as well see the mental damage done to a man true artical Archers with full metal cans hardcore times plus more talkin than kung fu what if the mental was a mental leave you to half life the mental is more live than water my mental watches everything I spit it backwards so you could tell it's not only my birthday its decimal is baby number 7 head at the round and round enemies seem to stick around so simple well as you can see I've been batted your pressure gets drastic head at the round and round enemies seem to stick around so flimsy well as you can see I've been bounced my brain's been banked and I've been checked eaglelickin' in the cut chop and turn around in the foot shocker puncture indo or the facial lights finger prints, odd years, O.D. in the glass moonlight in the speck when I speak on the low they get drunk and start screamin' in the mouth "yo did he breathe?" I don't do the snitch I just spit the truth through my nostril and if you wanna go and try yo fuckin' beg kiss for free baby sweet since day one adora is the Santo chozik from the gitch sarken again... ohhh ohhhh oh my lord how could it be, such simply could it be, I literally had to rewrite all of my life and all of my dreams come on come on come on my friends one they'll never take it 'cause all of my checks will always be there 'cause there was no cash when I moved I cannot pretend, I just wanted you to know that I was there for you You kept to feel me when I was in need You shall receive more from me I'm the reason why the cemetary lost In the year 3E, I told you I'd never let you If it wasn't for this, wouldn't you have lost me Please believe me First I wouldn't come to your town and second it's a disaster thats why my mouth can't Breathe Artist: Beenie Man Album: The Doctor Song: GunGame Heard it All Typed by: AZ Lyrics Shaolin chess move - two shots in both hands she move fast, steady blitzing she move slow, you gettingumpy sabertooth tigers, sabers burst, bozazz chencilanese, zagony bags bought man skin pig penmanship from the Q to the O-Bags encia this a all in a new game a new king's crack, run down this real money, don't scare me bape check, ceilin, one and two Yo, sabertooth tigers, sabers burst bought man skin pig penmanship sabate clan chief, zagony bags encia! Gungame Yo, after all that said I'm ready for a shot tryin to fit me in a ziplock I would take the glove off but y'all left me mangy'd Kyjuan swellin but you never leave, you just squeeze and fight for me Didn't figure y'all would care or want me cause all that Okay, I got fifty bags of gas that's in the air washing down a four shooter soon to pop his clip I mean all of y'all that thatapper hit the floor Elbow up, he's down with a shekter All of y'all that talk a day and night kick a zone all of y'all that shorty walk by the barbershop Most of y'all face out the barney and try to sue me All of y'all that hang around the club with a stalker All of y'all need to jump on the bandwagon and ride the wave All of y'all need yambatons to fall off and fall off on me Yo, the gungame Gungame Gungame Gungame Artist: Beenie Man Album: Because I Got You (S) Song: ======================================== SAMPLE 171 ======================================== Took a phone call to my girl and soon enough We'll kick it with 'em, we'll kick it hard, hard, hard, hard We'll kick it with 'em, and we'll kick it hard, hard, hard, hard We'll kick it with 'em Artist: 2 Chainz f/ Migos Album: Smoke Break (S) Song: Smoke Break Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Quavo] No, no, no, no! You can't stop the smoke! You can't stop the smoke! You can't stop the smoke! Smoke forever, we both burn forever Ain't got no time to waste! I got the lane, the Maybach! Skrrt, Skrrt, skrrt, what! [2 Chainz] Money, pussy, hoes, phones, watches, diamonds, ice, whores, mansions, whores Niggas want the pussy, but I don't give a fuck I can leave they mouth swolen, no matter what it is I let a nigga swerve on me, no matter what I'ma do When I go swervin, swooooores, throw the fuckin money in Fuck a bitch, I still call her quits Bad bitch, that ass need a break up [Quavo] No, no, no! You can't stop the smoke! You can't stop the smoke! You can't stop the smoke! You can't stop the smoke! No! [Outro] What! Smoke! Smoke! Eyy! Uh! Artist:avashay f/ Wali World, Devil Finesse, Loc, Casanova, Onyx, Timbo King Album: Avocado (Mixtape) Song: Puffin In Her Mouth Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Intro: Onyx] Boot! Moolah this is gonna be some shit Startin this shit is some more Startin this shit is some more Back and load up the microphones [Verse 1: Wali World] I'm a do this shit anyway I can I grew up in the eighties, feel like a kid I'm a porn star, type of motherfucker R. Kelly is a renegade That don't strike a oh your contest So tell me what the fuck are the problems that You ran off with your bitch, she a pussy but Don't you ever think to let a fat trill guy, eat your pussy I was off in England with a pussy I had a big knot, booty like a booty Had a Jenna like a pimp's worth Threw some elbow grease and some dutch in her pussy She was great, I was a goner She was great, I had a ceiling and a componado She was Disco with the bons and a garter She was V.I.P. like a box with elastic Oh, she was Party and I was sweating And crying on my baby mama, that bitch was a freak And the little booty, it was a fat bitch And I don't want no more of these hoes I just want the blood and the tissue [Chorus 2x: Wali World] Would you mind if I could see right through you? Or would I have you in a bag fat, useless and skinny? Or would I choke and then everything, just drop down and shift? [Verse 2: Vogue] I understand there's pain inside, but I ain't done yet The blood in ya veins, we'll call it the muscle Once you get under we'll rush ya, stroke ya And tear ya up like sheet after sheets The surgeon'll stitch ya apart, but I'm the doctor Two cheers to the junkie that's out of a ambulance And then we'll hug to the baby that's out of a coma Yeah, I mention it times in my verses Cause when I put it in your mouth You fuck around and you bitten I'm serious, it's snaps and the bites don't last no more [Chorus 2x: Wali World] Would you please believe me? That I'm gonna get prevailnin' again? Cause that; that was a early thing And could you really beat it? I'm really mad you didn't believe me Convince me to win that Grand prize? Tell aces, wands, magpin, pimpin ======================================== SAMPLE 172 ======================================== while I'm headin' it Then I realized than we can't make this cokefree Know the schools that I'm speakin' to you It'sGYENT, right? That began from temperance and theundy From the moon that's in the mist The spirit of John thestone that rose above you Now I spread my love across theomethings Oh what a feeling you got Oh what a feel Oh what a carry on As long as it don't kill me I'm going to Oh... Let's drop it on you Let's put our seeds in your tummy Let's let your body's pendulum back Under the ground Now believe what you hear Oh-oh-oh (Fade to close) Artist: 2 Live Crew Album: As Nasty as They Wanna Be Song: The Source Check Typed by: ***@***.*** [What?, wet epitaph!) [FKI:] Babe, I know what you want, but this g-string Is just harnesses and this fevers place Know I'm on the center stage While you can tell I'm a polarobe Observe me from the rear, uh, uh No need to take my neck Man I'm putting KK on like an octocat These women love it when I strum across it Like a U-Haul, spin it, let it pound Serve, naw for you and your lawyer We taking your case, uh, uh Uh, ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Uh, ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Uh, ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah (Hook) Baby, you can't, ah-ah-ah-ah Baby, you can't, ah-ah-ah-ah Baby, you can't, ah-ah-ah-ah Baby, you can't, ah-ah-ah-ah Baby, you can't, ah-ah-ah-ah Baby, you can't, ah-ah-ah-ah Baby, you can't, ah-ah-ah-ah Baby, you can't, ah-ah-ah-ah [BM] Uh, we at the top right now Regardless nigga what or where Less is greatest New dicks just emerged I got them hot girl in the sauna Naked and my name is laundry Got more curves than Aaliyah What's next is very tricky I got 'em panicking Uh This one is for the people That know what a tough record to break Only thirteen For eighteen, I'm pretty bad But I promise, you know the deal You see I did it with my heart and soul I am these pair of real niggas Lemme show you just how strong niggas are Now, show you um what my business is I'm uh, I'mbish, I infiltrate niggas And kill every fuckin' rapper, Uh! Boom! Bounce! Slap! Punch! And um, I'm one of the illest niggas you ever met I'm uh, The illest niggas ever... (Shit!) [ Center for Cog ] Comin from that W for the trill, uh It's C for the cheezy, uh It's C for the cheezy, uh It's C for the cheezy, uh It's C for the cheezy, uh (It's the C for the cheezy) [ minus2x ] (WOOOWOO!) [ eccese ] I wanna pull a brat, from ya Pass out ya music's nice your kinda sexy, don't you? consider me your underling your a bad bitch, uh, uh [ chorus ] [ dreadsome ] They wanna kill me, from the south No it won't cost a thing to watch me blow trees and them buck nuts and them shottas they'll murk ya, and try to gat ya and pull my hoe hoe out my face No that won't work I'll just make you wait for the ting bitch I never had a ting like you do I never will, no ting bitch they wanna take my trees, Ex. I never will, no ting bitch [ kangol BibleGirl ] Yeah I gotta be c ======================================== SAMPLE 173 ======================================== ally Why she prayed to God but wasn't granted Why me? Why would she let somebody from the left keep her up If I wasn't getting songs, if my hair was wavy Why would God give her that? Why would she forget my last ho? [Pre-Chorus] Are you looking for that place to go Where the love is and it's all at the sound of the sirens [Chorus] I miss those who walk in my shoes I didn't know you was there I miss the rain when it covers my tear shed I didn't know you was with me I miss the fans who keep all my hopes and dreams in view I miss the ones who always say.. [Post-Chorus] I don't think you know who you're dealing with I don't think you know who you're dealing with... I don't think you know who you're dealing with... Artist: Erykah Badu Album: Baduizm Song: Next Lifetime [Chorus 1] If I want to be with you No I can't just be with you No I can't just be with you If I want to be with you No I can't just be with you No I can't just be with you When I'm ready we'll share a lover Tight like a post card No sharing at night No sharing at day time If I want you I spend my money We'll share a sweet sweet sweet sweet When I'm ready we'll share a lover Tight like a post card No sharing at night No sharing at day time If I want you I spend my money We'll share a sweet sweet sweet When I'm ready we'll share a lover Tight like a post card No sharing at night Sometimes when I'm alone I feel like reading a page Search for another page Thinking of all the love So many people I know Are judging me by the page But knowing that I have it all Confused that dealing with material misses the beauty of a... Girl I need you more than I need you I'm tired of being all alone Told you that this life that I've found can bring you out Do you want to be with me Told you that this life that I've found can bring you out Please take my name and give me all them years When I'm ready we'll share a lover Tight like a post card No sharing at night No sharing at day time If I want you I spend my money We'll share a sweet sweet sweet When I'm ready we'll share a lover Tight like a post card No sharing at night No sharing at day time If I want you I spend my money We'll share a sweet sweet sweet When I'm ready we'll share a lover Tight like a post card No sharing at night I know you're trying to get all of my heart But once you get all of my heart Watch the clouds come under [?] Take a look at my mind, baby And try to forethen and reach your peak I wrote this to give you a boost And it's yes until you drown I'm just rippin' them walls And they probably will reach after you But I said well I meant so much more I'm tossing around the think like shit The more your seeing that I'm droppin' The more that I struggle with bein' right And it's all a part of the plan But you can't stop the plot if you gotta go And you can't stand the rain with a fall If you want to go to heaven sit it, no problemo [Pre-Chorus] I don't think you understand How I got this game all in my hand I bet you thinking that Im not a man I'm a divine being, M.O.B How I got this coot-i-grippin ass click And hey I bet you enjoyed yourself! [Chorus 1] If I want to Co-oper a Love Connection A love connection is what I like And I think of you around the same time As you, I think of you all night And there's nothin' you can do To pretend Lights on, hearts on, yo this is real [Pre-Chorus] [Chorus 1 x2] Love is the real, the real, the real Artist: Audio Push f/ Hilalia Williams Album ======================================== SAMPLE 174 ======================================== Horus annoyed, the Mandate ends In prophecy, facsimile figures, crucifixion Cause kings & queens to dance like apes & monkeys Through the RhY, drink wine, smoke buddha & chop grapes We hold brass knuckles and string rag... Our gravey said it's the G-O-D That's how it's ever been, ain't no stoppin' Until the Mighty Verse force smiles on theseDevils By the powerful force of heart My fightin' ink into ya sound clip Press ya gums upon his meat tight And in the space of one minute, ya'll stop breathin' Ya just discovered the secret weapon of Satan's train the train trains The Almighty and it's about time I say [Hook throughout] Artist: Big Noyd Album: Episodes of Beyond Song: All for Noives Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Big Noyd] Ayo, open up the seal and let me get the raw From the north, to the south, to the south Am I crazy? Yeah muthafuckas, yea keep going For now just clear my head, this time I got the chips To purchase the means, everything for chrome, yeah break the law For everyday of the week, Big Noyd is a part My and my man Noyd, about to hit the streets We be getting drunk with money, just for the props I never thought that this would happen to my baby momma I hope, you never had a need for happiness You ain't never in love, this is just the way life was Survival of the fittest, you ain't never in a rush Try to cow the street, but the cops they pull us down It's real life, we ain't never in a hurry My dog went to jail, I cow the streets Cows in a crate, big face and tig ol' bitties I need to cow the streets, but you gotta look to me You make me frown, you know what I'm about That's why I collect all types of checks And why I stay well rich, my dogs is red Thats why I stay good, and them so wise Still cowing these hoes, that when I beef they say, "Nigga it's beef" I went through theussion, in the coupe they said, "Yo Face, we don't beef" I said, "Fuck it, nigga I'm done" They say, "It's cool if you don't spit, don't be talking to nobody You can always bring your main dog" I had to write that shit off in Yager Dogence Chorus: Big Noyd All for y'all, who spit with heart, and for y'all Who do, spit with sticks All for y'all, who spit with hearts Killa! [Big Noyd] First of all, thank God I got a Black Christ Two rain drops last night, but this is life The preacher told me "Be strong" is how I was going to end up I grabbed the hammer out my coat and stabbed a wishing-girl I scoped her picture: Maybach Sennins She in my song: "Sinkin' in a Grave" I hope she die or live in a black brick house Killin it all: Tools, clothes, and phone Money, drugs, and change in a black raincoat Black head, blue shirt, Andorra One thing I hate: no one to keep in touch with Got this guy who'll talk: I saw his friends When I went with him to see what he made of But that's the end of that tale We see that wheyabout!?, hopes Yeah, his girlfriend got him some blingin' And the spirit of his daughter lived life after life See, it was tough servin' Nino Brown's baby face When his rent was due, bills on the road Car on fire, momma ain't where she should be To kick it with her friends, didn't wanna say "I'm sick" So she heckled him and called his bluff True or false, he did what he said to Speakin' lies, plottin' on Mary J. Blige The fake, the dope man, whatever your mood I see blood when I see your mother cold or hot, always causin your pain You got my back, I ain't tryin' to be next Just because you spit your game Words don't cut the cake, it's all the same To let ======================================== SAMPLE 175 ======================================== choose where he wanna live My reason for this decision Is gotta end a hate we can learn to live Good Ashely work doing bad hates to pay the bills. Chorus 2: Now the streets got me pissed there ain't no hope for me I see blood on my own sheets where you sleep, there's a dead body I hear my name written in blood and I know your made my blood sweat stain what now? Ain't this a jackass put you fucking to sleep I think I lost one of the scariest one's and I could never be gone like (Notice baby) I'm not evil there's a guy in your dreams who would love a bitch like I do and they try to hold up your building on multiple faces but I assure you, I never have the ability to suesis because I'm a bad boy in disguise and it gets worst than the worst car that a nigga ran it get worst than the worst flag that a nigga put in the sky it get worst than the worst ice that a nigga froze It get worst than the worst stock that a nigga bought it get worst than the worst bit of ice that a nigga smacked it get worst than the kids that bought the mama crib It get worst than the women that run the ice shack it get worst than the bitches that pull the domes off it get worst than the bitches that spend money on the diamonds off it get worst than the bitches that don't even put they socks on it get worst than the bitches that spend money on the diamonds off Chorus 2: Let me floss with a Bad Boy Momma shot, daddy pumped, they rapped Always had a budget, always had to bleep All I could eat, all I needed was a couple dicks Back to back, always had to give a bitch 'paw' She wouldn't even tell her man she loved his family That's the truth, but it's all truth Poverty came into focus, yeah And backed up by tragedy, bitch that's eleven That's why I'm here, I'm here I'm here to find and blow you niggas away And fuck with these killas and these haters, twenty of 'em I'll be behind they behind they ass I'll pour wine on em, make em put they tongue on em And I'll make em try to pop that, but that's way to low And when they die, I'm hanging out of your range I slaughter they daughters and miss they history I paint my own vivid image, it's mind full of emotion And when I have to use a Smith & Wes gas pistol I have the option to remove your parents from the scene Have them say in their dreams, you're doing something with your soul And this is no different, it's a criminal offense You're a plum grabbing of mine, you're nothing special Chorus 4 Artist: Binary Star Album: Masters of the Universe Song: Wolfman Jack Typed by: ***@***.*** [Intro] A'm so cold [Chorus] Jack A'm so cold A'm so cold A'm so cold [Binary Star] A'm so cold A'm so cold A'm so cold A'm so cold A'm so cold Yeah [Senim] I was wondering if you could be a man or a woman, anything In the world if you was wondering where I was on the earth From home, my way, had to stand on my feet Now I'm on the other side of the planet... Wanna debate which It's worth today, all the bitches know where I'm from [Chorus 2X: Caretta and Kaneo O use of adverbs] Jumped out the car, elbow hang out Headed to the telly, eyes low, but she's plenty Let me find a dime, half the ice, just to freeze me [Senim] A'm so cold And the gat in her일 shoulda came empty Ended up on the ground, in the pocket, she pulled out a 4-0 Olympic shades, that she got from Saudi Arabia, ooh [Chorus] Jumped out the car, elbow hang out Headed to the telly, eyes low, but she's plenty Let me find a dime, half the ice, just to freeze me [Kane] Bitic, bang-ucking the crap, bitch I ain't new Young, ======================================== SAMPLE 176 ======================================== Beside, I love'em with every soul Heriolet eyes, lift up and rub a friend Slip that little red dress in the Benz We fucked on floor flarks with a Greek Looking likeucker Let the semi squeeze and dump Before I pump you with this semi My semi will spray the bloodclot, the semi will dump Dirty stick is the semi will spray My bloody mud is the mud of the mud is lagging My vagina is a red flag that I drag the mud in my bag My kids need to babysit My wife is a wood wives, they mad, now I made they points? Took out the desert bird and made banner Took out the holdin', the hammer will drag you along Took out the hopein', I'm a warn ya Now ya'll watchin' a potent I'm a nearly broke nigga no raggedy bitches This is for the snotty old niggas Peace to the whole G, the trey-tay, and the rude niggas [Big Gemini {*Ra-Ra beats playing*}] I left no waste I left no tracks in I left this yo body... [Verse 2: Fat Trelawne] Yo, go get yo hat, just tell em the thugs took care of the girls Man them niggas'll eat the cakes, the crills is working Man them niggas wanna blow the bank My racks is 9.50, I bought theater 9 rounds Don't have to stay in the cold You can stay in the rich, my raps is 25 years I started from the bottom, like a lemon flow Keep it real cause them hoes they be mad Arm strength is not a weakness, tell them all they see I'm hotter than a motherfucker, red like barbecue I'm off the hizzle, niggas still get pain I'm 24-hours away, I'm on some shit Wait, I get a cell a text, bitch saying Told that bitch shake down, bout to satellite Bitches say you got me fucked up A nigga start calling you fake Hear me, ho Cause bitches come and go I've been to your hoe Why you wanna disrespect me? You a sucka for love Why you wanna do me on my iDU? Wanna know about us? You don't even know us You a fake You wont let me see ya I headed to the boy, gonna be with ya niggas I got choppers, for the tramp dick I put them a ho on the choppers that'll lay ya down You a fake, and you know it You ain't got no pussy, you a fake Fuck with me, with these, nigga Boom [Verse 3: Lil' Romeo] My pipe go simmas, suckas mad the pussy nigga, boy these hoes mad aktap in my purple, shell I trail after niggas, cuz pussy nigga I got choppers, for the tramp dick I put these hoes to work, btw I gotta slow down, better stay great, good? The ghetto loaded, niggas hold on, can't they rock, frisk Nigga, get yo ride ready, fo' game I pull up with my pistol, a real cracka I've been waitin, hustlin, grindin Move cheese like Tyson I fuck these hoes, like I runnin Move I'm movin, got degrees I fuck these hoes, like I'm re-remedin I'm tryin, to put these niggas to bed, cuz I'm [Chorus: Lil' Romeo] These niggas lost and dirty, gotta reap what you sow I'm thugged out, I'm thugged out Muthafuckas thought Lil' T said �bitch�?? I said bitch bitch get down I'm telling ya� [Verse 2: Master P] My diamonds talk for me, the diamonds talk for me P told me Slim and B.G. tryin to get paid Talkin to Slim and B.G. tryin to get paid We gonna get� baby, B.G. get it? I�m thugged out, I'm thugged out Matter fact, take it to the whole, a mean case I�m bout that platinum, temp in the trenches See me in the streets, V.L. the same Since a juvenile I was still the pimp for steel Sold rocks, I�m still a G see Million ======================================== SAMPLE 177 ======================================== try cold your daddy couldn't hold you right Peer pressure pounds my daughter told me she enjoy going birdseye She floss in the winter but said she'd love to have a winter leopard She's a cross dresser she loves skin care She's a baller she loves fashion jewelry I never did jerk cause I thank the Lord I thank the Lord I never admit I ate some wolves I'm thinking of Yellowstone An untamed lion that bit her tongue I'm off the heezy stop me now kissing my pinky ring God I really love it when the mink wears all over God I really love it when the mink wears all over Man I really love it when the mink wears all over my body Bumpingmaster super laced my pinky ring Master nigga super laced my pinky Talking to me evil-ass, telling me to get away You don't want to get away You don't want to get away You don't want to get away Man I really love it when the mink wears all over I stand before the scenes Yes it runs like a cable It's like a pro It's like, a pro It's like, a pro A pro raving, pro-n-'po' league she ain't riding an ounce 'H'ill, she layin in the bed Before a up-girl I put my thumbnail right 'H'ill, she amstates She gon' ride, 'H'ill, she amstates Before a bus stop, I put my thumbnail right [Chorus] [Verse 2: Bas Blasta] Testing the limits, this is Fran Drescher Risking your freedom, no limit, that's my motto We hear them laughing, but we ain't hearing you So what's the reason for the delay? I ain't the type that floss through liquor Wait, I don't even be business like you I'm too busy buckling' and loafing And I'm listening to music when you're talking smack It's an automatic feature so a semi automatic thing But I don't floss with no papes or no CDs I just want a sex kit, check it, let me see it I got an appetite for sex and I'm just diggin' it And then I got the AIDS and that's when I started honing I'm fighter when it comes to them girls, the challenge She was great, she was a menace, she was a mascot The things that I love she admire I just dig, I'm fighter [Chorus] Artist:amus tantall Album: The New Jim Jones Song: Nuthin' Nice Typed by: ***@***.*** (Verse 1) I'm feelin' so untethered From the mother galaxy I can't get attached To these living cells I'm extricated, I'm floating in The rest of me is dying I bet your ass I was livin' within the heliosphere of comets And this means I'm gonna blow you away I never anticipated or was surprise IVL a 5 before The-Rock I used to think the world was flat But I ain't scared, I just don't believe it Cause with me there's no escaping this I'll find a place to hide in And I'll find a way to get away Or maybe not but just see I didn't realize at all The day to day situations And everyday seems like the time is right Use my mind and be free Sometimes you don't even have to fight Life is a mystery But mystery to me (Hook) Nuthin' nice (yeah) Nuthin' nice (you crossed my minds) Nuthin' nice (we crossed those lines) Nuthin' nice (huh, we did that) Nuthin' nice (huh, we did that) (Verse 2) I'm at work, there's a building on the ground That collapsed towers And it was my time to find The mastermind behind all the mayhem and chaos And all the trife and evil that's watching us And I don't want to to live like that I want to snatch me some'ing and burn me in hell I've done everything but I- squeege I've done all I can With no future in this Grip, Versace, occupied me Gotta lock me in the basement Prevent me from flowing in And that's the real shit that I'm on (H ======================================== SAMPLE 178 ======================================== [Chorus] [Ali Vegas] I would say out of every five cases where I've done ... hit the door cases or papes or letters box cocked in the box letters in the page you can't follow you can't follow Pt. hyped in the page but don't bet against the team, your careers gon'ail fear is bakin cause the pages is <-blakkila tenable times to build the structure build on the glory, die from dissomnia the type of dissomnia that eventually prollymits me but instead becomes me with a maggots andstroot blowin' my way through the rows andaves bread's on the rocks to build the fields I play with otherwise prepare to die, prepare to die cause I'm prepared to go on aLive and belly right?, I'm prepared to go on aLive and wreck the game and everybody's on some next chillin' shit next week they're on my song again next week they're on my next hit next week I'm on the borderline, I'm so insane now I can't sleep, next week I'm almost dead next week they start the anthem next week I'm almost dead and I can't be hurtn yo, the road to oblivion as I write this is how all the crying do us part where the babies are crying and the fathers are cryin fathers stand strong, never fall to a fall one bullet will bring home the "I can't stop" next week they start the anthem [Chorus] [Ali Vegas] A thousand lashes is the fastest way to O.D. Ali Vegas is aaziouljaminuke It's kind of like wonder named Benjamin nobody can mess with me, I give u my rib when I need that please shake the spot I'm a rebel, you a camel or a buck relaxing that strengthen your gripes the US dollar, shortening my heart muscle they tryna nick me for a giraffe snatching your heart with the sneaks I make they tryna nick me for a cobras snatching your blue jeans with the sneaks I make a big olanding when I hit the road they tryna nick me for a toke they tryna nick me for a slap they tryssowniq into dumb shit you're nickin' me with thepping over your grill I might be sick, trust me I'll swat you but I don't sweat it, I mean I'll stretch you you speaking in chinese, I will get ya but I don't chow me, why they cain't split I will keep you like a mambot a=brother then I go then I go then I go then I go a=brother then I go then I go whoa then I go then I go whoa then I go then I go whoa then I go then I go whoa then I go then I go now I'm sorry i know*whoa* that's Ciara, whoa whoa I'm sorry i know*I'm a*whoa* that's Aceyalone, whoa whoa I'm sorry i know*I'm a paraplegic Artist: Aceyalone Album: Accepted Eclectic Song: Alive Typed by: ***@***.*** Ladies and gentlemen Thank you for taking your time to give it here While this is good music Yeah, so listen to this beat upon your listening Ready for you to do some Move with, some donkey-ass thangs Yeah the grooves, are not afraid of real These are the things that make me write I am not a artist, but I have to be Someone to check, not just some title A time to be alive if you do it with me If you have no one to go to, then what the hell you tryin to do? Yo, step on the agenda Bringing you all in the wake of the DJ I mention I didn't forget to mention I'm not a player to wane, so feel the entity If you can build it from folk, you can build it from man I'd like to take lil' girl And bring her back to the penthouse suite You're not ae-yessess, it's not your girl that I wanna bone You already know what I mean, so bring it to this I'm not a singer that you work with no shame I'm more like a machine that can do what I mean Just to ======================================== SAMPLE 179 ======================================== ' [ Kap ] Given a microphone, I represent the capital to queens Beats made from silencers, spit em, the rhymes that I'm rippin' Amoco, in the Lexus, the Benz, the Lex Front-matter, drop-tops and room for horses Holler at me son, they don't know me yet Spit it for the hood type, big homes, big chains Talk it back, police wanna catch me Specializades, axel , say he's wanted for rape Back it up, eject, chumps I miss From a brick wall, let it fall or pop off Ain't nobody out here like ( ? ) You nappin' spit, (Yo Kap, spit it!) Bust the hot beam, nigga It's your decision Spit it like I wanna spitt it Hit theurbs where they at, nigga where they sellin' Where theaques at, nigga where the cash at You know the format, I'm hittin' hoes Livin' life screwed up live from a mil' - meal Where the - wait, saw the shorty and she says "fuck the world" And I reply that "Words from the Wiz" So y'all can parle with this c.m. c.m. when you - never-more [ *DJ Daryl cuts up* ] (Yo) [ *DJ Daryl cuts up* ] (No) (No) [ VERSE 1: Richie Rich ] Rappers wanna know about this lovely like Bob from The D.O.C. And he's one of the hottest niggas out of New York With a +Number One Star+, and a +Money conversations +Doobie-talkin'+ with Vinnie, B and the rest I got a +number one hit, that's +All Day I rock the crowd, even when they talkin' little more than words /From Beyond, cause you know we come to hear it With a number two hit, they don't know the half They don't know the name, or even know the face Man the +Doobie+ blockhouse, got so many +chicken's in rare form It got the fly bitches pushin' a stall And it pisses me off, when you get to the +Showbiz+ And you know, that this is the shit When the hoes that we got, wanna know who's fly The heads that we got, the fly bitches pulling' me like a bird They like, "How your fly ass &?" nigga that's some days I'm a bird, I'll treat a bird, like a dipstick Yeah I'm paid, but not free I could go day to day, but not today I'd rather hold a steady job, than a steady nine So I could fly, instead of a steady donkey I'd rather have a real long day, with my girl shopping Might as well get paid, cause it's Saturday I got a little money weekend, with rhymes to recite And I got to pay my rent, cause Friday's Sunday You get three bands of keys, each one got a 'burbang Party life continues, even though this song [ *DJ Daryl cuts up* ] (It's a strip club!) [ VERSE 2: E-Devious ] That's why we got sweat It ain't our name that's on the T-shirt God's a love to spend it, though Cause I'm out and about, and on the road So I'm on the road doing the look like With my game on, hey E-Devious the group leader In the hood blowing smoke like the wild wild west We got your whole brain on checkmate It's E-Devious, and just want to give him respect It ain't our name that's on the shirt That's just the game I blow, so please allow me to lap See if we can hook up quick, in a sec Get an appointment, with a long wait And so on, because the business is booming Corporals burning cess, and cops be smellin' like good weed We got our names written all on walls But that's the way it is, so we gotta keep it real That's all we can be, so my niggas just got rhythm [ *DJ Daryl cuts up* ] (It's a strip club) [ *DJ Daryl cuts up* ] (It's a strip club) [ *DJ Daryl cuts up* ] (La-la-la-la-la-la-la ======================================== SAMPLE 180 ======================================== Ver: So much smoke around, you might wanna test the gods Take a look around and see all the cats hold That's a certain defeat, get a worthy bitch She fish but she cannot talk, comes up short on me The gods let her hang but... (She is bad) she's getting all choked up She started counting one by one, till there wereretty That's a problem her bad draws me to her, me gustatory Now I pull my dick inside of her, cause that's the friend Good sex feels super tight, and I like it when It's very romantic, when it's up and down like [Chorus] Deuces is worth more than a pound of the hops Blood is enough for the thrill, it's like aolithic Everything is back to how we left it, she said All night we haven't been fucked but we can give you an start [Verse 2] She said what'chu neva done, and my girlfriend never did That she just too good for me, and that she knew I could fuck her I don't want to have to take it there, because how am I supposed to I'm more focused on the pleasure than the little things She said what'chu neva done, and my girlfriend never did That she just too good for me, and that she knew I could fuck her I don't want to have to take it there, because how am I supposed to I'm more focused on the pleasure than the little things She said Benefits, immaculate fortress of a intellect A mental state in staving no tension Inducible, the mostFerric acid I ever had A million ways I could stab you like an germ Every little step I take, every move Im comfortable And I woulda had any baby girl, but I'm Ginsu Skin like a an microscope, beating like a scientist Every day I see more wonderful things And as I spin my head, I'm loving this fucking life More loving this fucking time, more loving this More loving this fucking science, more loving this [Chorus] She got the universe In her jaws, guts eyes like spines Deep beneath the earth I can Start any destination you go, start over with me Too strong for her weak little nerves Quick as a start, too timid for her timid feelings Come from a lot of different people I got her when she was young When she was broke she was wild, used to her body shakin Little lovers, let me pay dues Started off with nothing, quickly got to a lot of nothing showed love to everybody Young mommas, sisters, and mothers Soon after that, my bros got to pay the bills Felt she would never be none other than my own you know [Chorus] Artist: Ace Hood Album: Starvation (Mixtape) Song: I'm F%#k'd Up Typed by: AZ Lyrics I'm fucked up, I'm rolling, I'm rolling I'm fucked up, I'm rolling, I'm rolling I'm fucked up, I'm rolling, I'm rolling Okay, now bad bitches and a friend drank with me See I'm feeling pretty, I'm bubbling No, I'm on the yacht so many strokes I stopped working Jeeps, I'm walking scuba Cheating so I cruise, seashing I guess the one-armed big breasted robbed out pistol Looking for his 69, pumping Jesus going to heaven, vodka mixed in blue I'm next door neighbour, smoke his body drizzle Straight to the top, plank on the vinyl Money and the love, pussy and the passion One false move, you can't win A nice dress, silk sheets massage Doggystyle, I breathe honey One false move, you can't win I'm fucked up, I'm rolling, I'm rolling I'm fucked up, I'm rolling, I'm rolling I'm fucked up, I'm rolling, I'm rolling I'm fucked up, I'm rolling, I'm rolling I'm fucked up, I'm rolling, I'm rolling, I'm rolling I'm on a tangent, can't hit a lick I'm like an eating episode, of a double glock Tryna eat, you a fat bitch, of course I'm passing fash I levee like the veins of a star dyke Mug the same, in other words I be the same Homie, I'm freaking, drinking, acting, respecting, all you feeble Come to the party, know what I'm talking about ======================================== SAMPLE 181 ======================================== lachete theerero Fuck Marcus Garvey I'm that mean *2X* Ca-cept, brrrrrrrrrrr Bridges and blue cheese, crispy like salted W Bbmitt harmeet R reappa dancas, piff diablo Blue cheese tear the white bitch like an activater Came from the bottom like, "aldo", I'm filet mignon [Gucci Mane] Guerilla warfare, neighborhood serial killer Shoot you in your back like an out-of-wits nigga A ma' fuck is inside a nigga What's the difference? You can't argue with him Carve his lungs out, plus that's a saucy dub [Ace Hood] New shades, shades, pinkie &ORT We Loco for the 9-5 What the fuck? 9-5, let me guess guessle the panties nigga Weiw o' all in this shit, yes I'm all in it What the fuck? 9-5, for just my diamonds What the fuck? 9-5, for just my diamonds What the fuck? (Chill) 9-5, ohh illa Yo' mama look at your beautiful face Andrito Sauv�, retire that bitch at willi Killers on the map Killers on the map Nigga... [Guerilla Maan] Ya niggas gonna remember me Only if you remember me You will You will Load... Ugh, yeah Killers on the map Killers on the map [Ace Hood] Ain't no use to get trashed Ain't no use to get trashed Ya niggas ain't worth shit Ain't no use to get trashed Niggas ain't worth shit Ain't no use to get trashed Ya niggas ain't worth shit Ain't no use to get trashed Fire on ah mind Let it kill me What the fuck am I on Why the fuck you leave me this alone Baby Im gon' get you all these riches Another bitch to give her name Baby name? Spray the twelves from this stick Believe it's a trap Believe the laws from under this rug Believe the cops took a piss Believe the government just lied Believe the pilot scared Just another plane with no seats Believe the pilot just told you to keep your clothes Understand motherfucker you gon' lay Believe the shit said Police found your bodies right there In the bed On the passenger side In the front do' On the back do' They found your wife She had a crack-in piece Straight to her head Drip, rip, stab I told you once, I told you twice I'm a rider, I use my gun for snack High roller, we fool These fools know All' the bitches love me But them pussy tears They cry tears like the homeless When you not, you alright? You was on the plane treat the jail population Well, I'm on a mission they say I flew wild from the planet Now that I complete my mission I can reside on any Island And I'll do anything for the necklace I'm a high roller Get off my balls you dirty rat You see me pussy, take a ziplock You get off on my calls Not to mention You divert from the subject I just got out of prison Praise the Lord Send blessings to my fam Omen said, let it rain, yah Niggas probly got a miscounted mind And I'm a put my nigga on a learning curve With some side visits Nigga sheddin' my boys, I understand Trapped in the game bein' the flippin' man In the game, nigga dying alone Popo won't help, this life ain't fair So Tommy just might flow Cuz I'm a truwa, I gotta have it In the game, stop honies, go left Money in the pockets, 40 in the watch I don't understand, these niggas dream, these niggas nightmare It's under these and tens, we ain't got no trust And I just wanna be the one in your life It's a dream, it's a nightmare, a G might die for My homeboy Jag [Chorus] [Guiller O said some..] [Verse 3: Jaginder Halage] Guiller O, Jaginder Halage ======================================== SAMPLE 182 ======================================== , break it down make it penetrate Kill a nigga when it get hot outside Pray for my soul to come away clean Before I'm all y'all go blind I been wit' a nigga haradh off the top You ain't gotta believe me [Chorus] You might get spitted out, (yeah) Should of brang the block and threw it chalked up (cupped up) Choke the fuse out betta when that whack steady (cupped up) Broke off the champ-ion Your boy outta position How you boys f'ed you? I'm on my grind like all these drugs Young gutta beats Play these slick hits Enough of that youth Damn, I'm done got, done got in this [Verse 2] You been on your grind They made you sleep on the mattress You ever seen a Gator at the mall? You ever seen a Gator throw a nigga off-leve? You ever seen a Gator brang the block and dash? You ever seen a Gator floss the block and dash? You ever seen a gangsta brang the block and dash? Yes indeedy, I've been there I've been on that grind Catch me pull a G and dump it Bitch I'm on my game as I dwell on my win Partner, I'm on my hustle Mobstyle on the beat This is Mobstyle I'm Mobstyle You wanna see a nigga get SkyMatic? Bitch take a picture, I'm on fire For the M-A-T, T-I-F, Next up Possible cases of homicide If you see a lot of hoes Party out and they want beef, bitch, make 'em dance It's a close encounter on my cef If you are touching my flesh I'm a Weezy muh-ad, Ghetto COO Every chicken wing I step on is laced with a loop Lil' bitch get cradled next to a tag Bitch, get cradled by a gangsta like Pac Bitch, get cradled by a thug She fuck with the gangsta, she gets cradled by the thug She get cradled by the thug I hit a corner, handle a ki in a drop She get cradled by the thug By the gangsta, by the gangsta She fuck by the gangsta, by the gangsta She get cradchen, I'ma love a thug by the gangsta [Chorus] Artist: 40 Glocc f/ Sam Scarfo Album: Sklangar Song: Ghetto Style Typed by: ***@***.*** [40 Glocc] Hey yo, this is Sam Scarfo I'm from the 40 SLC What's up my boy Scarfo, zagga zow 40 Glocc Hey yo, this is 50 Dagnino, come on Zig zag Yo 40 Glocc 40 Glocc Zagga zow zhir zhir [Zig Zig Zagga] Pull out yo, zagga zow Catch me if you can Fall outta my face Break outta my pocket Yagga ya Yagga ya Artist: Artifacts Album: That's Them Song: The Omen Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash ... in your dome [Chorus: repeat 2X] The omen looks so sweet Gather together amateurs, Control Keys Dom Playaz This goes on, y'all.. The omen looks so sweet Gather together amateurs, Control Keys Dom Playaz This goes on y'all.. [Tame One] Ca$h Money, Money Force, Boo Lucci I'm the cheese Boss, Killa Sin, Meechie I'm the cheese Boss, Killa Sin, Tae Killa I'm the cheese Boss, Killarmy I'm the cheese Boss, Killa Sin, Ryu & Itz I'm the cheese Boss, Killarmy Check how I crush ya dome When I rock this Like a stallion's back When I attack ya Hydro, like a water tank Empty out your jaw With this beef, I can pressure ya And rattle ya Won't do nothing to ya And I' be straight with you I'm the Ox bitch I make ======================================== SAMPLE 183 ======================================== Album: Dedication Song: What I Do? Typed by: ***@***.*** (Chorus) What I do, what I do? And what I do, what I do? (I live do or die child) What I do, what I do? [Verse 1] A wonder why I live, I'm so foolish The streets I was in love with most That's why I write this song Those streets I was in love with Was made for, thoseites ruff rattle Was hung from the ceiling by the rafters My tears, stains, they all stain when you let a beast through your set (I die, I beg for this) And let every soul to see why I am torn but never dropped And I'm coming up now to second guessing games But first let me explain my situation right I gotta second childhood License plate not like my nanny and she bought A lac and a hammer I guess that the latter was tougher From a physical point of view so I just chalk it up to circumstance [Chorus: Major Myjah] What I do, what I do? And what I do, what I do? (I live do or die child) What I do, what I do? [Verse 2] Like a genetics check, I'm straight up proof And most prisoners on my trail Are cast by the damsels in my madness And I just left out of my part in The Matrix I'm back again, gravity pulls on my cape I'm a useless fuck being pumped with blows And when they say gorgon bite, I do nada I got no back story, I grew up without a mixtape And most of em talking is straight ignorant Thinking I'm a tool for the class But what does the world mean without Donald Trump Which one would you pick, healthCare plans nothing I got to give a shout out to the babies I hold And the ones that came back, I kill for the ones that never gave a fuck Which one do you fear the most, either gang life or family man? Gun ban, executive arrogance executive [Chorus: Major Myjah] What I do, what I do? And what I do, what I do? (I live do or die child) What I do, what I do? [Verse 3] Like a motion detector, I be ahead of my time But when I get to the point where they stop me My momma gon' have to laugh, I'm more like a gasuffle Nephilia, they just sprung me Probally I'ma raise em to criminal [Chorus: Major Myjah] What I do, what I do? And what I do, what I do? (I live do or die child) What I do, what I do? [Verse 4] Horne, L.L.O., in the Chevy, case I get in So I'ma ignore the brown bags and the brown mans Singing fuckin' sirens L.L.O., the seed state, karma,an you can't pass up Pass her back and forth, though I gave her the licks up Dibble B's and Rich Dibble B's And when the party is thick I just c-collided with a Tabarro found a lighter in a bag and burned it near the stove I burn a fucking ton and now I'm high and blue Caught my dad cutting my pellenck just so I cannot blink I have a seizure Once I get stuck on the stand (ha ha) and the sky is falling now I'm so high and I can't never fall [Chorus: Major Myjah] What I do, what I do? And what I do, what I do? (I live do or die child) What I do, what I do? And what I do, what I do? (I live do or die child) What I do, what I do? [Verse 5] You couldn't burn me if you could't make me glow In the hood with my homies, chilling with the homies Doing what I normally do when it comes to be like everybody else in line Playing my rhymes, acting like I'm not living this shit Till death do me dead, my little homies, little bastards Always be pushing the purse and being living with momma If I die rocking these 4, I'm anxious to put one in the air One in the chamber, one in the chamber I ======================================== SAMPLE 184 ======================================== me You know that sport shall be overpopulated Ha ha ha ge is what we were speaking When we were first coming up in the streets Wu-Tang style, always be aware of our We need GODEEE Whole world, west coast, how we comin for Trapped in this time warp, global economy is what we're dreamin (that's what it is) Yeah, oh no, I can't take it, we so poor My baby momma is drippin, praying for brighter lights I'm smilin, walking to the shops, I'm in search of some wealth Who's best to tell the time, no one can tell you how last Yeah my life is a blur, but to me this is the crowning of a King of the rain, grab your beamer, hold your applause Five stars, niggas screamin like I was the sun But behind my back I was only weak as a stick Its like tryna sell a yoyoyoy yo shorty alone is foolish I'm a young nigga ? from as far as New Orleans I done been about everything, people come in by the tens I done been drinkin, them sights I should have beenLimit But I ain't never got nothin, its the tourists that be takin ya I been movin different, you gotta stop walkin the same road And you would think that motherfucker fryin just to coke somebody But in reality I came a long way I'm a walkin mile in the halls of Florida's capital And I'm guaranteed to pay the price if I ever go to jail I ain't turning down shit, I'm pullin a pistol I ain't mispreaching Y'all niggas know I be diggin my style, you hatin, you kickin my not inconsiderate You is a cold hearted nigga, you auckered niggas I'm a gangsta street solider, better study your songs You a gangsta, you know that you can get whatever you want Niggas be tryna chill but around these hoes, they ain't worries Hard cold, outside in the coupe Slap him on the ass just like a young [?] Got a funky funky funky boogie [x2] What you know [Chorus] Jump in the coupe [x4] Who's inside? Who's inside? Who's inside this bitch? K-N Southwest [Verse 2: K-N Southwest] They say it's on, we don't ever slip But it's hard to find the price on less than a buck I'm in the club, sellin watches and them are the ones that glist I'm in the bank, don't even ask for it I'm out the front doin thewhatever Then I show you the dotted line Go so, gamize Never trip, you just win the copper Now you stressin, except for a brief period Spittin that wack shit that'll get you head bust in a puff You know it's destined to be worth two G's So thanks for your coats I gotta savor and you the soundtrack I gotta watch yo ass to the end of the day do' You ain't gotta say shit to my mom mama You ain't gotta sign anz{?} for the Grammy You gotta eat just like a fatty, and Never if ever have to meet your death, never have to stray You gotta respect it, never take it for granted Who needs respect? I'm just what you need Trust me, if you ain't here, you can go (got to go) You can go take a lil' measure (you can have it) If anything you can count on me (my excellence) You can also go digital, digitalforever GoPrint [Chorus] Don't mean to be blunt but... I'm gonna be there (I'm gonna be there) {*4X*} Don't mean to be blunt but... But I feel like she wants to And if you go to college you better be try to [Verse 3: Jay Rock] American dream, college Essays That'll spit cartoons like cartoon characters Mustard in the ass liketeenth birthday Mustard in the ass liketeenth birthday Mustard in the ass liketeenth birthday Mustard in the ass liketeenth birthday She a queen she changed her name ?? Then changed her address like: Hatin' on a Benjamin My bitch a Bernie 'Til she face like Jacob Til she blushing dawn My baby wanna daddy Til that little baller in ======================================== SAMPLE 185 ======================================== and fighting like a mob These bullets don't come out [Chorus] [Mike Ant] I never thought I'd met a motherfucker like you You always kept it so real to me I figured today because you're my daddy You're here with me You know it's.. really crazy [Verse Two] I never thought I'd ever meet a lil' hoe like you You got the mean figure dear, kinda sweet With some freakin' ability, you knew I was gon' get it But there's somethin' about that shorts and the way you move That's why I had to get you an'that's why I gotta find you Long legs and a big belly like your favorite rapper [Hook] I never thought I'd ride a lil' bitch like you To the fullest true, lil' mama I just wanna let you know [Verse Three] I'm an aggravated nigga, bout to get it on You ain't had a break in so why the fuck you on my dick Cause I'm hurtin' and I'm out of control Gotta get this bitch some water and a fucking thermometer I'm at a different time to be in the heat of the moment Stop callin' your name, baby mama, bitch, do what you say You wanna get me? You know why you wanna do it like us? Bitch, you ain't the fucking man You ain't the nigga, bitch You ain't the nigga bitch You ain't the motherfuckin' man [Hook] I'm an aggravated nigga, beaters we don't give a fuck bout you We stand behind us and pullin' chrome through your hood like it's smoke Let you know we got the goons and the glocks and the grinders We off the hook son it's time to show these hoes off And if you think you gon' catch us deep, just run like we are [B.G.] I'm on the block, I'm on the block, bitch I'm on the block I'm on the block watch me drop it to the keys, first to go On the block, I'm on the block watch me drop it to the keys First to go, first to do, I'm gunna do it First to bust, I know you gon' say finess Fourth to go take a hit and finish this bitch off 6th Ward, you know you gon' be the first to go and do it On the block, I'm on the block, I'm on the block I pull up on your block and put that cali in my ass Go and bust a bitch in my block and do it like it's gangsta [Pre-Chorus] I'm an aggravated, got me in all black All black Lac and I'm ready to go I'm an aggravated, got me in all black All black Kap & I'm ready to blast I'm an aggravated, got me in all black Got me in all black, I'm ready to get it on I'm an aggravated, got me in all black [Chorus] (*vocalizing*) Artist: B.G. f/ Lil' Wayne, Turk Album: The Heart of Tha Streetz, Vol. 1 Song: Uhhhhh Typed by: ***@***.*** * send corrections to the typist [Lil' Wayne] What, what, what, what, yeah What, what, what, what, what yeah [Verse 1: B.G.] What, what, what, what If I could change the world, then I can change y'all I'm a G, I'm a animal, I'm a lion What, what, what, give me a pack of themings I'm a man, I'm just a hustler What, what, what, what, give me a G I'm a man, I'm just a fool Give me a bag of that ookie, and a couple of mojos We can go to the city, or we can go to the dundsel Don't stress me, cause I could wheel a brick of yac And get cheddar, just watch me do the cheese And I ain't trying tooth, but it's easy do's Now I'm in the world zone, but it's different from the center When you see me out doing ghetto thangs I stand on my side, no Nike's on, no chains on When I start runnin ======================================== SAMPLE 186 ======================================== waited to trip child like a thumb in aisin Choking 18 year old sniper, slaughtering everyday Let everyone know you here, virgins, drinking cease lights Free community college in the state of sonos Bunch of low income, beast in the heartland, the land of the lost Lost, never needed bail, it's hell they all in us Uncivilized, wild un-man and beast They all in us, and that's a given Cause themas for theirs to choose They either love us or hate us I know a lot of cats that hated me Females are on their knees screaming, O God O God I know a lot of cats that didn't like me And that's a fact, your ex can watch them motherfuckin' grow They try to be hard but they short on they feet See, they's a people try to be free You don't do shit cause you're not a citizen You a malleable, living in the city You don't do shit cause you're not a saint Keep thinkin' of me as if I was a vegetable Magnificent, post up was too smooth You ain't never did shit but punch up raps When they hear me they run like the town gets smacked F'real mishaps since cursory CPR But I go sour whenever the beat skips [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 2 ] Why you go over these problems you've got Drugs, crime, heavy weight all at the same time Oh I sees everytime, I'm in a different position There's no more knowing and no more pain you have The faces of the victims are always known, but there No need for billboard love There's no more feeling out, in and out of the race And if you feel let down then you're at the bottom And if you keep it real then you're at the first place I can't complain, there's a place for you in every race I can't complain I'm never scared of the day I lose a brother I'm never scared of the pain I go through I gotta do what I gotta do Don't ever run, gotta do what I gotta do I say my prayers on a cross, I say my prayers on a t-shirt Just keep it real, yeah And God you know Don't confess what you don't know Don't confess what you don't know Ain't no fear that I've taken from me I'm strapped down to that sky, ain't no fear I'm strapped down to that (???) I'm strapped down to that sky, ain't no fear (I'm tryna tell you) [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 3 ] I never knew that I would fall I'm talking talking sick people These are the absurdist things These are the people I never knew my friends could dis this Everyone's pulling together Looking for that someone I can't do nothing about it Swinging thataring arms Waving that jumping giggle Wishing that we could be like the next guy I know I met you yesterday, I knew just how special you are Just know I love it when I get it on Cant life get to be getting paid, I would die to be close to you Cant think about what we gon do Your life's a bitch, mine is a sweet one Remember always having sweet memories with me I'm here for you it's time for you to bear fruit [ CHORUS ] Artist: B.G. Album: Life After Cash Money Song: My Life Typed by: ***@***.*** Boy, I met a hot girl, long than life When she had money to burn Once she had me she was a freak I met this hot headed young cheater In the dancehall, riding 22's I even got a Dominican bitch She wore a skirt got a cavy hair Met a rich kid from Texas He bought her a brand new car she even took the bitch to eat He was a beast but just like a mule She's a freak but a freak no lie He was living crazy but just like a a fo' She had a pretty face but he was a nice freak And I could see she was tired of the life He was a beast but a cute guy She said I wasn't hound I was a freak til I got fed up I always had a stare but hit no target She's a freak til I could see the day I wrote a song about a drug deal In the streets I was using upt ======================================== SAMPLE 187 ======================================== out going on within a matter of months Sting man need to get his walking lady Don't have her trying to stay on the spiral She'll just be running circles On the phone, on the weekend Talking to myself Eminem for the spouse Yeah, barely get it in, had to change shook her ass She's a bitch, I just heard about it all She'll never pull the cards me cause she knows Just hold me down and hope God forgives a nigga for his flag Heard we gonna burn in Hell Heard we gonna burn in Hell Heard we gonna burn in Hell Heard we gonna burn in Hell Heard in Hell Don't give a fuck about what them punks say Cause they'll wonder why a nigga would follow your chain To spend time in your crib if you knew you could bring back some Addicted to the crib like I've been fishing from the same pot How the fuck you gonna react If your bitch ain't got ass, you better get have your shit Cause all these bitches All these assholes Everybody got a mistress Everybody got a slut but don't wanna go to work And everywhere I go she be leaving a nigga lonely But I'll be back I'm addicted to money in brief change Every time I get it I'm paperless Counting money without fail I still got that bitch saying Heard we gonna burn in Hell Heard we gonna burn in Hell Heard we gonna burn in Hell Heard in Hell Daddy, I know you got a plan Daddy, I know you got me too I know you got the shit going Daddy, I know you got the shit going I'm so addicted I can't even hold my socks off his dick I'm knocking his head on the bed like fuck it I fuck his momma in the bed like fuck it Shes like he got a fucking crush See I know he ain't got it but I'm mad like fuck it He's talking to her man, (Sean Ixon) She said just watch what you say But if you don't then I don't believe it I don't believe it But if you do believe it I sure hope you got some sense Oh you looking at me like What you've been through Would you be afraid that If you won't do it again Then you're gonna lose it He's talking to her man, (Yeah) She said just watch what you say But if you don't believe it I don't believe it But if you do believe it I'd really appreciate it He's talking to her man, (Yeah or No) She said just watch what you say But if you don't believe it I don't believe it But if you do believe it I'd really appreciate it See I'm never gonna have a son I'm never gonna have a daughter I'm never gonna have aaughter I'm never gonna have a daughter (No, no) I'm never gonna have a son I'm never gonna have a daughter (No, no) I'm never gonna have a daughter (No, no) I'm never gonna have a daughter I'm never gonna have a daughter I thank God I found a way To make it through it Nrama, I'm sick Like I'm fuckin the naysayers out Muhammad Ali's Son (You doubt it) And it's too too heartless To deal with this man This is too heartless To deal with all this drama All I know is praying for you All you gotta do is be praying for you (You gon' be with me) All I gotta do is be praying for you All I gotta do is be living my dream That's what it is You can't stop me I'll be with you Only if you was here for me I lost a lot of people that day I lost my brother Artist: Ace Hood Album: Trials & Tribulations Song: All On My Dick Typed by: AZ Lyrics W-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w I'll bust you in the fucking sun I'll make your momma cry When I'm not on your list I'll bust you sitting on my dick I will do anything to knock off your white bitch You're making a lady fight (Now put it in my face) (I ain't even tryin' to scratch) (Now put it in my face) (Talkin' to you girl for a ======================================== SAMPLE 188 ======================================== and interview it Why do you always say Dad dies, but you leave with your kids I perform in public and drink in silence Even though you Audi with TVPlay I'm still your daddy not Tony when you're not present Sit down, two people on his feet Build to please you through thick and thin like cement Rise likeet, smoke one of them hundreds I've been around the world like orbits Like Pluto I've a wife and kids my occupation's pensive I like that life Took a chance to invest Invested a little time and paint the inside Invested in a little hand Slime past the place livin in pain It's okay that I'm a slave one moment Great expectations disappear like miry, red My people argue over rights like aated sides Tell me a king of Orion is a King of Orion in me No I'm not a king but I'm a promised land Up north and I'll sway you No it's not a game I'm schoolin It's reality check one minute you'll be laughin Check it I told you once, I told you twice and I'm still livin' it twice Uh, I guess the answer's yes nigga What's your name? And you ain't never played Magic Uh Tell me the partner hats, can you control the beat? I need all the clean sheets that I got Bet I could find you anywhere I told you once, I told you twice and I'm still livin' it twice Uh, so you heard? So you listen to my drummer, because his name ain't on these blocks Listen to my DJ, cause his name ain't on these blocks Trickin to the beats and I've got the funk Yeah [Kane] Aww man Not your boy, peace pipe plugged with my funk Took me to the studio to fire the tunes Got me trippin with this track Do you like it or not? I love to fire this shit As I see you takin this to the trunk I hope you feel me now Cause I'ma keep it G'd Aww word Ooh you burn my throat baby Ooh you turn my phone off baby Ooh you get your tickets now Ooh you glitter baby Spend that money now Ooh you wake up this morning Ooh you make your way down to the crib There's a lot of niggas that just gotta have it Some of y'all niggas are niggas that never had it Some of y'all need it, have no problems wit it Whores know I love the game but they don't know how to treat it You know the rules nigga You know the rules Uh [Fat B.] That Philly cat Fiend truck Heston beam grill Get that gray shit White or grey, red ice We hooked up with that tank of gun powder Then we hooked up with the common lil' bitch Then I ordered up that midget Puerto Rican dick Then I ordered that new Lamborghini dong it was back to back Then I ordered that new Range Rover bubble-teethed bubble-teeth my mouth Then I ordered that new Lamboborghini (Bahahaha) Then I ordered that new Range Rover (Nah) Thats right No point in jocking Nigga stop jocking I found JD in the gutter With his wallet and his chain targetted JD the rottweiler Speaking fake shit after facts after fact JD the Pope Don't mistake this flow for some shit Your whole brain'll be splattered Just ask the tailor Giving dot dimes a pound Niggas havin' sex for fun Its JD the factor something I got paid always wishin' Smokin' something sweet And my new bitch wanna be the new bitch I'm a tell her "Don't jock me," Look at my new bitch (What?) She acting frisky, well she might just might But I had to pay for it, I hope she did I never had a bitch I wanted sex for free Niggas claim to be hard, but they real easy to fuck I had a long day with my dogs Then the new chick rolled around and I started nutin' I had to cut out the crap, the dick was gone Mess around and I'll be done I'm telling you straight up The head dog, Texas style And if you didn't know I would nut real quick And like a fat girl I had her on my dick And she did it like I should nut [2Win] Cash Money classic ======================================== SAMPLE 189 ======================================== up in my icebreaker Love It How I Live how I Live I'm a bastard Uptown is rough as a ass with bills Gotta go get yo locker 'fore I blow yo ass wide Beat the case but the watch tick like a missuse I'm lookin for a rich boy to take em to court Cuz I'm iced up and stressed, nigga need a fucking prescription Uptown is rough as a bitch nigga Asshole and you're not, you ain't too busy bout a baby Check out my new bitch, Blue Ivy It's a blowthrough, Xtasy is on the set Nigga I'm iced up, drunk and tipsy Janice Botta and she bent up with a MAC Open up the dank like I'm holdin the gym It's a cook 'em, have 'em on the flight Jack and Jill, I want you to take a seat I'll get your pussy on the hottop I love it when you pussy like a boner I dropped outta school and you didn't even know You fucked my friends and now your wife is with another hoe Your heart is so cold but it's so cool I can pour you a drink and make you go to bed [Chorus] [Redman] Now when I'm out, party real hard and wear real clothes And when I get out, drive down to the lot And when you get out, they keep telling all they'll say You deserve a Pharaoh and a Q-U-G Mustang We in front of the lot, we don't care about nobody We got big, we got rings and a bad bitch and a gold chain car And we in the club, we gon' pour it in the air and fight with the boys Ruthless, confident, ghettio you heard me? Everybody wanna be like me, everybody wanna be down with me And if this all fucked up, then you can be me Hella high, and you know I know that we are not the opposite We in the west, we done been at the corner and we parlayin Yeah you heard me? Livin like a king, fake Suga Slim just got a new Porsches and a rooftop show And I'm sittin sitin moon stone on top of the chrome Yea, and before you go tell that and you show that you got soul kid All my homeys hop out the Phantom because they dummy And you the realest nigga 'cause they know me And I walk with no frills so no need to pass it to You tryna pull a bazack bitch, I got the bazack bitch To the door, bitch, just tell that bitch That you too drunk and that you just wanna bounce And when you get out the car, you be lookin angry Because you don't even know where you go [Chorus] Artist: Backbone f/ Killer Mike Album: Concrete Law Song: Sho' Ya Right Typed by: ***@***.*** {*mith right*} [Hook] Sho ya right and ya left, Sho' ya right and ya left {*Smith talking*} Sho ya right and ya left, Sho' ya right and ya left [Verse 1 -Backbone] Everybody wanna fake and pretend Man I'm tired of having shit, That's why I keep a fade About the business and the hustle Got a sunny disposition and I'm gonna make you feel the breeze Used to hustle still play the game day and night The life that you chose,ished it's all depends on the cash It's sad to say I broke when I made it Wasn't forgetful when I lost the kids Twelve or fifteen taking care of the wife Some missed pops,many many times Lingo got the money, Now everybody forgot him Lost a lot of friends kickin up the fight Some missed years 'cause life was hard But you never forget if you wanna Life without Backbone was like a slap in the face [Hook] Sho ya right and ya left, Sho' ya right and ya left {*Smith talking*} [Verse 2 -Backbone] You know they wanna hate on me (knowforeforeforeforeforefore...) Foreforeforeforefore... Think I'm a nobody just because I'm sellin (foreforeforeforeforeforefore...) Dont know nobody, nobody wanna take away my mama I understand there are people out there Not just on Sports ======================================== SAMPLE 190 ======================================== and the whacks they say) [Chorus] [Verse Three: Lil' Romeo] Look at Ralph fresh out his Rover Cuttin' redder than Redaway Cut Slim and said, Nah wee! Red is red, I'ma get him some money And tell him, get the slim and trash These hoes like water bottles, B Women, you, you and your whores Women, you honey and pigs Women, you honey faces and pillow cases Quiet as intellectual musculotion A screw will do the, butterfly juggling Moms, you got me and abused and them A yip yap I got used to, how? [Chorus] [Verse Four: Lil' Romeo] Mama said get you something, youida nothing I'm on my way to the coke binnies I'm going to crack them The world needs to know what's happening, something This is happening soon, watch the cars whip out the dro We'll probably see this money roll like dice, I heard she gone She yelling out, "Give the hair" And I'm like, "Be cool, no one want to take you away" And Slim be jumping up and down, on the chatic Left him alone now he yelling, "YEAH~! He must be doing his thing I went out and got my money~!" I need the Flick drink, think I'm gonna get a hand But this lady, she like, "It's stupid price" I hate Apple and her cliche music I think we do And I'll eat Arleneice like a spoiled brat Next stopOption's andOption's They're sick of lies and sick of trying to fit your figures You can be a blue Hobson or a lion I really doubt it, you can't be a swine eater I'm tired of people who tried to move me, please move me I'm with Trae, I'm with Dizzy Dizzy, Dizzy and DiZella Yes we do need some pushers cause we need mouths And people come and go but I wouldn't want to live forever Right now I need a new car, that mean a truck And a couple of barber shops that could've bought an extra seat A couple of nicks for my dreads, just thank God De juice and Hennessy make for a lovely summer night And on the streets, there's no respect, we're in the cut Did it for my homeboy long before he passed And I will always love Boston, I am blessed And if you ain't getting paper, fuck it, I'm out [Chorus] Artist: Aceyalone Album: Pray 4 the Blind Song: Know Your guide Typed by: ***@***.*** [Verse 1] The body of the day is always new But at night, you're found 6 stories off the pavement On your way to a another world With little more than you could handle So you kinda young, dumb on, high on, drugs Stiff on, not trying to be the king, just a little less Coolin' in the shade, maybe with the ladies Baring feet, yellow tooth, and some pretty nose You shake it off, stressin' standards I'mcheckin' your case, I'm sayin' You a star, think you hiding, I find that out You don't care about the dress code You don't care about the person who opened your cup You don't care about the clothes you got on You don't care about the show you did You gravitate to your destination with the [?] And when you get to the center of town The burners in the truck shake the scene The crowds here are mind boggling And when your biggity butt starts lit You're not scared to give a little head from this centerfold And when you get to the [?] It's like the thumb will lengthen, but the harassment Stop with the butt & laugh, you're gonna lose To the carefree [?] laugh of mine Cause I am the [*?] kid And no one is stepped to More than one way to Keep it All Inclusive And since there's only one way to follow me I have no time for everybody If there were only some pureborn Little by little learning possible Little more than what we know to Buy your crown and show your face I have no time for you I have no time for you I have no time for you [Chorus] Little more than ======================================== SAMPLE 191 ======================================== barb wire (Here we go) I'm a take it to the next chapter [Chorus - repeat 2X] [Verse 2 - Anybody Killa] Every since I was a fetus had an ass like you I could get you in the sports drink and watch you drown your team You talk behind my back like a neighbor watchman But as long as I can be hangin base, G I don't give a fuck if you get cuckooosed I'm about to put you in about a 3, that's my home And since it's possible to flip a blood and crip on the same block Now let me give you aortic volt, to the high plane Give me a chest full of lead cause you gushy and gushy Now who gon' run up and give me the word? H'am liquor for the pissin kids {Yeah} Did you hear me give you more {Uh} Do and play {*coughing*} {*echoes*} [Verse 3 - Hammer] I was growing up like a Celamate, duct taped to my balls They call me Hammer, duct taped to my clique Gold Macaques on my waist watch Or, I could always catch O.J. If, the dope was more heat Big money, dope dealings, mixed with crack I could buy a Jeep or Lexus Hot Boys, big truck Boys, girls, and girls to mark their cousins Who got big lotta babies They call me Baby Boy My bitch is so big Take it to the land of the smoking gully She got Big Mims, so you know she got Nose on her neck like her name was Peppy Damn! My cousin got swatted, his gun jammed, my shit blown My mic's on blast I'm gettin funky from here to Thrill Street We don't die in the Pillow! [Chorus] Artist: Anybody Killa f/ Monoxide & Paris Album: Hatchet Warrior Song: Gottahene Nuu Skeet Typed by: ***@***.*** [Verse 1 - Anybody Killa] I choke your nigga if he don't Kill him in my kitchen I'm fryin Way feed your bitch and make her moan I even made your sister swallow his blood when the semi sprayed You said you wanted to live life as a demon This weren't days of night when you could dance with the demons When we had joints, rock ice, andamed up rhymes ash sitting on top of bones with lyrics and confessions Hell's what your bible read, generation Next Only person who would deal kindly for a living Would you die like a duck, or spit like a splinter Living life like a swan, life like a whale Living fast, trying to keep down the thang I give five eyed sense, you know who I am Killa Manson, see me you devil muthafuckas Chop your ho, put your digits in yo gold chain Heart deaf, need Intuition, for this game These niggas can't find to find to a place to start They try to stop my buckshot from going nuts on you I'm sick in the head, I'm going crazy choking This leader you had control, you no clue what she was thinking You got buried in the mud, I'm a FV daughter Better yet I'm a bitch, goen trust a daughter This microphone gotta be on, leave it alone So the critics, all my homies down to yo' cemetery [Hook] Would you be my, could you be my Won't you be my (GHETTO NEIGHBOR!) Would you be my, could you be my Won't you be my (WE NEIGHBORS Y'ALL!) Would you be my, could you be my Won't you be my (I BRINGS THE DRAMA!) Would you be my, could you be my Won't you be my (GHETTO NEIGHBOR!) [Verse 2 - Monoxide] I'm fully equipped, with skills fans know I'm here to serve fan for drama, fuck with me there's no joke havin high while smashing horns and splashing Walking on solid ground, don't fall while throwing your souls away gonna do my share of the earth, bitch I raise your soul play it like a 4K film, remlins and gtW have it you need to slow down if you want to win I guarantee ya it's ======================================== SAMPLE 192 ======================================== stro Ro Kwang Feind on H.A.D Schemin on +My Nigga's Game+ My Nigga's Game+, like +M.V. Club+ Feind on H.A.D Schemin on +My Nigga's Game+ My Nigga's Game+, like Mannie Fresh My Nigga's Game+, block until you're old My Nigga's, my thing, let me freak you My Nigga's, my thing, did I get it right My nigga's, my thing did he cross me? My nigga's, my thing, huh, what did he do? My nigga's name is scramweedorn, and I'm warning you My nigga's got a gun and a scope and it's on Gun blasting, red ruffle and rattle his steps Run on your momma, running from the one Got you half armed entourage Wan' it for one arm, one leg, one chest Don't hesitate, young man, you almost there [Chorus] - repeat until fade Artist: Benzino f/ P. Diddy Album: The Benzino Project Song: Who is Benzino? Typed by: ***@***.*** [Benzino talking softly] Niggas wanna try and live my life and Bitches wanna try and run my life and (As we proceed!) Haters wanna try and take my life and (ha, Benzino!) Evil wants wanna take my life and Pills wanna stop my life and (As we proceed!) Evil wants to take my life and Evil wants to take my life - Benzino! [Hook] [Benzino] It's just inside the brain [Benzino] screens in the ceiling and And into the hustle [Benzino] lifes are everything to me [Benzino] I'll twist a bitch like cocaine [Benzino] Benzino wanna stay high [Hook] [Benzino] Benzino wanna stay drugged [Benzino] I'll fucked your bitch [Benzino] I'll fucked your bitch [Benzino] I'll fucked your bitch [Benzino] And kissed her [Benzino] Benzino to you! (Lil' Wayne!) [Benzino] Check it, let's see if he can turn dangs into real change Had a Shorty since young crib, shitty diapers I'd probably drive her to the mall lookin' retarded When I laid you down to pick her milk and fruit I'm great - or should I say g great-grandpappy? That's exactly what she want and erpin-tengan-tengan I ran it in the parkover a block a piece With a (Wicked Weed) and her partner Hobbes I'm starvin' them want me but shorty stuck with me The ghetto's jealous and dreams are a fake I throw a (Blaze it!!) and may I uo But it ain't the final chapter Straight money, hook-it-up, hitting the Benz or the Go-go Interstate 65, sometimes go off Niggas know that I throw it up often And if you don't wanna be ghettoed, well You better get somewhere, JamRadio Cause ghetto is all that I want [Hook] [Benzino playing softly in background] Who is that? Benzino wanna stay and kick it with my clique We be thugged out, thugs and cops You know that we thuggers baby, baby, baby [Van Gogh & P. Diddy] (Who is that?) Pimp Chris, SwizZz (Who is that?) (Who is that?) Lil' Ant D (Who is that?) The goon dealer [Hook] [P. Diddy] So-so called people, niggas want me, niggas need me See that new Louie, that's a must Ride with me - know the motto [Benzino] Well, it's simple and plain, y'all niggas can't fuck with Pac Without them bitches knowin' the deal Niggas wanna grind, but you got to have [P. Diddy] See the Master on the beat, gettin' his blues on Cause when I shine I creep, with that H.A.W.K. I don't give a fuck, homes See Willie H, I got to ======================================== SAMPLE 193 ======================================== dream where they shine, you trynna roll around You see me fakin bark and I'm havin wreck The massive pace, I almost made you deal in crime Locked everything but the dope, now you tellin me fiend You can't hack this, shades of vanilla vanilla, vanilla, vanilla cars keys, lips are so cherry vanilla cream, you can kiss the lips of my goons vanilla butter, vanilla taste, vanilla taste, vanilla cream Summertime's on my wrist, worthless, hope it last long I be the one that stocks the flames for long If I clock one year, and you call and ask for two you'll fulfill the divine ambiance, I've been having so I hit a number up and, I step into the open sea One of the shoppers is a man who tells her what's really bright I try to be discreet but she always ends up me cause she's lonely I'm searching for a someone who'll give me pleasure Summer's on my wrist, worthless, Morgan Freeman Sex film, amusementvenue Orbit, amusementvenue Artist: Beenie Man Album: Morgan Girl (S) Song: Morgan Girl Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Verse 1] There she goes, And her husband is a fan of the hugs But she gotta keep 'em low, low up in the bed When she's down, no one's seen the four And no one's really knowing that baby, she's a woman fiend But baby, you baby, this is some super freak shit Let me, I'm a take you up out my world Baby, like the way you walk in the coupe The way you put that body on them hips Body type cat kid, sweet corn sweetness Yeah, thick lips, blazing up the oil Yeah, I like that, I like that Fine gal, Dame Dash when she's up and her roommate is up Dressed in all bubble-eye, showing off some more Jewelry (Jewel) and stockels (Braceels) stack ( stockels) Whims ( tits & buns) from the percocets (15) Blow ( smoke) I want you to do that (21) The pre is on the trance (pretty definitely) On stage is a beautiful chick (Pretty sure) The hottie is on the pipe (On the pipe) I'm at the bar, slam-bang bang Look at my wrists (Crische)Johnny from a rockleton Shoot you like that, I ain't afraid to (I ain't afraid to) Make you pay like the middle finger (AHHHHHHH) [Chorus] (Fine gal) Every time I try to get manicures girl all I do is make her cry cause that's how we do it (and that's how it should be make her cry, make her cry, make her cry...) [Verse 2] My girl looks good, she loves you but she's always been bad to you Is it because your man is promiscous? Does he respect you or do he just say Come in here and make moves, holla at the boss If you're feeling defiant then go and do the thing Women love dudes who are Known to converse with animals who are Known to speak and write in tongues who are Known to bite and claw guys who are Known for acting too freewheeling and acting like you're cool It's the weekend and you prenenities got you jumping If this is your life then I suggest you pick that This my girl and that's your girl within This is just the way that I see it, this is just how I feel it Play your part and hope that it fit you Just play your part and hope that it meet you [Chorus] Artist: Angel Haze f/ Ludacris Album: 22 Jump Street Soundtrack Song: 22 Jump Street Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash Don't fall down [Verse 1: Angel Haze] See I'm from school, you're from work Anybody can learn from there, even Ludacris See Haze from the way that talking that trash Let's go to the mess for a bit, first name is Bam You on medicated, make it drip Let's skip the club, go to the bathroom and get vulgar You ain't no friend of the pretty parts, you on private jets That's rude of me, you ain't no friend of the pretty parts ======================================== SAMPLE 194 ======================================== Though I had peers to teach me, I got nothing but blank stares Demystically crippled and weak like a pitbull's head So whose the fuck you harming? (I'm just doing what the laws yah allow me) I'm just doing what the law says, I'm just dealing with the facts And the fact that I'm untouchable cuz I'm older Look at the tec cause I'm pimpin now (so young man!) I've done adapted to it's situation Franchised on a, crooked fool to be the husband Wifey is what I need, Paid Parental leave So shit is simple Cuz everybody on some Eric B. shit So fuck the law [Chorus] Artist: B.G. dublin' Album: Checkmate Song: Doing Typed by: ***@***.*** [B.G.] M-O-E, M O F W I L O P Live my life for it Gotta do my thang Gotta do my thang Gotta do my thang Gotta do my thang I done made a U-P-T-Y And it's kinda fucked up where I'm livin at nigga See my dream wasn't cloud livefreakin (woo) You wanna roll with me, you know where to find me nigga Get outta my business, you know like Mike You rollin with me too mane, you know like Troy When I do bad news, bad news Sign me, you know like L.L. Bring a friend, if you can handle that You break it down, grind together Now I ain't gotta tell you lies You know you like getting head Bitch you know, now I know you feel me You like getting head Hate tellin lie, that's the reason you stressed You told me that you love Sean, I don't be tryin to fight You tell me all you liars I bet you ain't fuckin' with me Now I got confirmation, I heard you callin' me a trick And you just mad cause I fucked that girl too Who let you in on the sex Now I heard you sellin' drugs Nigga always in the crib to fill up the back I hope you feel me What's the deal, you ever did it I've been tryna' run this game for years Shit I'm back at it I'm on the grind, I'm on the grind Tryna' catch up to how I get And I'm on the chase for what I think I'm gettin' I done made a U-P-T-Y And it's kinda fucked up where I'm livin at nigga See my dream wasn't clouded by success nigga Cause I have still to this day doin' it sideways I mean face some love, I'm at home And I understand that some niggas out there ain't got it good But I gotta keep duckin' them haters out Who knows where success is, who's got it? I done had low self esteem for a long time And I'm glad I made it nigga But at the same time I'm glad I chose ya And I'm so proud, you taught me Don't take the time to be the man that you never wanted to be I just wanna let you know I'm really glad I got away Ain't no more to tell you About the way that I feel About the things that I do Just wanna let you know I'm really glad I got away Ain't no more to tell you About the way that I feel About the things that I do Yeah When I roll up you got a broad face And put my punk ass to bed nigga When I roll up You got a gut, and your sexy looks Ghetto style, like a two door You could roll up wit me I ride or die Just let me know I just wanna let you know I'm really glad I got away Ain't no more to tell you About the way that I feel About the things that I do I just wanna let you know I'm really glad I got away Ain't no more to tell you About the way that I feel About the things that I do Yeah Artist: B.G. Album: Checkmate Song: To My People Typed by: LilWayne44@ ======================================== SAMPLE 195 ======================================== ! That's right, I'm proud to present Masta! Hit the road, get your shine on All the time Masta Masta! Mashpit, aiyo, aiyo, let the 3 break away Masta Masta! [Chorus] Have you ever gave up on your dreams? Cause you never seem to get a break from your heart Ain't shit comin' in check, aiyo, you gotta break away [Verse 2: &rathens] Masta Web, ya know I'm still the god, for real I took ya from right to wrong like a blood feud I took ya from wrong to first like Betty and Mildred A lotta cats they wanna spit but can't get popped You tryna play dumb, sometimes, you get stomped down I stare at you like I'm your immune system Or whipped up like Jimmy Jones...get up (get up) Why don't you throw that heat, Ryu threw women Why don't you hit the high hats, I spit heat like super flames (hot fire) You reign supreme (?), rule the galaxy These fools are foolish; they travel too fast I'm steady spittin' flame, y'all can talk, I understand your mood But fuck 'em both, c'mon... [Chorus] - repeat 2X sans "and we are" [Verse 3: Journ] Yo Yo, get him! Ready for beef, but why the fuck is you breathing? I'm just rippin' off your chest, without your permission You talkin' too much like you're white wine I ain't with this, you won't understand my level of comprehension I'm from Uptown, New Orleans, 17th and Magnolia You fuck with my click and that's why your squad got stretch treats You ain't harder than Stone's paw, why the punks call you paw? You can't respect the outcome, you got no feeling It's that good, I'm glad you made it, and I'm glad you made it [Chorus] - repeat without "Jesus" [Journ] I'm here to drop your name, face and wallet Body and be left to die, on automatic Six-four got my name in the sky It's a natural disaster,Hurricane, you better learn your lesson It's a beast, you better watch for follow close to a warning Get your gun and stick, 'cause you ain't never gonna make it Man, these niggas wanna try and stop me Nah, that's a no-no, that's a no-no [Verse 4: Beanie Sigel] Dear Mr. President, react to lose In the Arab or the orican, can you picture a Arab Soldier ya riches and them askas And if I cant top ya please, go ahead and retire Sick leave this ass swollen, dyspnodging Pit ya, bow down, open up ya butt These niggas never notice I hit the strings, Bridge, New Edition You read it in the paper,undo Puzo, these niggas switch they game Get checked, quote a mack and get big You read it in the paper,undo Puzo, these niggas switch they game Get checked, quote a mack and get big [Chorus] {*ad libs to fade*} [Verse 5: Bun B] Pop these suckers like a piranha Thanks for the ice that I'ma stick up in ya face Then I blow a nigga of that crazy grip That you get from the under wit, Ya shorty, your bald Get your first taste so gimme some of that coke Pause while I whip that ass like a Bad Boy track Pause while I blaze that ass like I be burning that Pause while I dump cocaine in your mouth, muthafuck {*girl comes in fighting*} [Break] You know I'm really low key You know I'm really rolling You know I'm really thick-handed And when you're getting my high I'm getting my cold You know I'm really roll You know I'm really whilin And when your boyfriend get pissed I'm getting that ass You know I'm really thick-handed And when your boyfriend get pissed I'm getting that luck You know I'm really whilin And when your boyfriend get pissed I'm getting that luck You know I'm really whilin And when you get pissed I'm getting that luck You know I'm really whilin ======================================== SAMPLE 196 ======================================== twos Goin way back, no doubt, yall just jockin me lately So I guess that Jamaican was the guy (Chorus Repeat 2x) [Verse 2] I say a word, so a nigga like holly up And big things, all the g's up And all the shit I got to see all the bitches bare Staring at you all that cliche Be gone when the Rover screeches (HO!) Fuck the corner I want y'all to get off I'm out the Stone so you know what to do Show that body what the leather do Take turns,Scroll all night, while I numba-lide Pretty lady go the way I do (Chorus 2x) Artist: AMB Album: Blood in Blood Out Song: Selfish Typed by: ***@***.*** [Otis] You can't please all the good things in life that life brings you But you don't see all the offers All the ups and downs, are all things that you build up your foundation [Chorus] Everyday I'm selfish, haha I'm a little fed up, yeah I'm a little fed up, yeah [Bonez Dubb] I say fuck these people Who think they all that? I say fuck these people Who think they all that? I say fuck these people Who hate? I say fuck these people But I say "Fuck you" [Chorus] Everyday I'm self-conscious, yeah And I say fuck these people Who think they all that? I say fuck these people Who hate? I say fuck these people But I say "Fuck you", umm, what? I say "Fuck you" [Hook: Otis Servin] I do not know, who did I do not know, who did I do not know, who did I do not know, who did [Bonez Dubb] And I am lonely And I am lonely And I am lonely And I am lonely And I am lonely And I am lonely [Otis] What's with the vanity? What you see is what you get If you look in the mirror, what you see is what you get I used to be in the forest Looking out for a chick before I found her But I didn't see none of that, I still live with that All I know is that I love and that God put me here [Chorus] Everyday I'm selfish, OH MAN I'm a bad boy but I'm here Man I'm so selfish, OH MAN I'm a bad boy but I'm here [Verse 2] You never catch me without that Dom Perignon You would swear it's in the closet or something Look if you thought like me you wouldn't be trying to come through Hey Mr. Trendy, Hey Mr.Crooked This is a family dinner and I invited you This is a dinner for love, to come and live my ways I go out to eat, right, it's a blessing I have to come home Come at a reason for hurting, I hope you hear this Your first was a parking lot, your last was a parking lot And I owe you this, I hope you understand This is a dinner for love, and I give it to you Please believe and I say this time not to be revenge Fuck these people I have to live it [Chorus] Everyday I'm selfish, OH MAN I'm a bad boy but I'm here Man I'm so selfish, OH MAN I'm a bad boy but I'm here [Verse 3] I am the one you need to hear, come bring your fangs and your strife I am the one you love, come with a story I am the one you need to understand, I am the man Who rules over these parts, I am the one you need to roll I am the one you need to relax and then he gone miss ya [Chorus] Everyday I'm selfish, OH MAN I'm a bad boy but I'm here Man I'm so selfish, OH MAN I'm a bad boy but I'm here [Break down] Oh I need you, I need you ( OH GEAH LA!) Oh I need you, I need you ( OH GEAH LA!) You know I need you ( OH GEAH LA!) [Hook] Oh I ======================================== SAMPLE 197 ======================================== and your day it ain't over and we ain't comin' over [Verse 3: Starring Star] Wig twisted little legend of bad mind On my knees before the hell fire is blazing And see, sometimes, there's a difference Let's make it a simple one; why do people say the other Depends on what's on? Let's get paid, we're on the other tip It's either cause you wanna, or because you're cool True or false, weekend people just wanna cry God, sometimes they do wrong and do right I know you can relate, I know that you been hurt I know you can relate, I know your father's cry I know you can relate, but I know you wanna cry Ain't been wrong before If I could I'd take what he gave me What you gave me is yours, my my my Ain't nobody ever gave you what you thought I should Ain't sorry no matter what, that's my mom Don't let them faggot ass niggas faggots I'm happy for you, you out here acting crazy I can't understand why you can't be as good as me No not my baby, it ain't possible I can't see how you could ever be this new Lately, I haven't been wanting any of your fucking things Motherfuck this world, I'm fucking judging you I'm a do better, I'm a do better when I leave I know you mad, but girl, don't be mad When I get wiser, I'm sure you gon' be mad Oh no, cause I just don't want nothing but success And I know, I'm a man I can never fail I know, I'ma do better I know that no one is perfect And I don't wanna give up, I don't wanna compromise, I take mine Oh no, cause I just don't want nothing but success And I know, I'm a man I can never fail I know, I'm a do better I know that no one is perfect And I don't wanna give up Aye That's the hood, haters wanna play but you don't need fair play Keke low and you ain't worry 'bout me Matter of fact you better pay attention to me Cause our true star, that's us, that's us Aye Yeah Aye Uh-uh, look [Kane] You know what time it is, you're just running your mouth I'ma pop off that other shit to get up out the act Like (chillin),ubsta (chillin) fuck that,uh (chillin) fuck that Burken bag,Burken bitch,Yeah your daddy like that (yeah you know) You know what time it is, you're just running your mouth I'ma pop off, I'ma pop off,uh (chillin) fuck that! You know what time it is, you're just running your mouth I'ma pop off, I'ma pop off,uh (chillin) fuck that! I'ma pop off in this thang, yeah Believe me, all too real, uh Believe me, all too real, uh Believe me Artist: August Alsina Album: Don't Matter (S) Song: Don't Matter Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Chorus] I don't know you But I know I love you Baby I don't know you But I know I love you And I know I love you I don't know you But I know I love you And I know I love you Now I know my love for you is real I didn't think I would Just because I know I was wrong I don't know you But I know I'm the one I know that I'm the only one And girl I really don't know you But I know I love you You were supposed to be with me I was supposed to be with you But I don't know you But I know I'm the one [August Alsina] I don't know you But I know I love you Girl I don't know you But I know I love you And I know I love you And I know I love you And I don't know you But I know I'm the one And girl I really don't know you But I know I'm the one Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh See I don't know you ======================================== SAMPLE 198 ======================================== ed So I stay away from them hoes, just blast my speech Blowin' off in a loot by the bus stop What bizarre tales you told me have got to be The truth, it's one sided He thinks stupid shit can lead to a stupid shit It don't matter, doesn't matter What you say, cause I'm the guy who sees the light, yeah The bigger picture You thinkin' that you know somehow, but you're square But you're square, but you're one long, long, long, long But you're double [Hook] wiiuuhh... Artist: Big Pokey f/ High T Album: Hardest Pit in the Litter Song: boxes of blunts Typed by: Lil Hustle (*talking*) What, Big Pokey and High T(*talking*) [Big Pokey] I'm a, everyday ballin' Paintin' Bad bitches They say I got the game for cheap Flip a brick and roll slow [Hook - 2x] This is what you don't do for cash Fuck for cash This is what you don't do for mind King of the South Don't let the chain hold All that game shit talkin' We go hard for cash [Big Pokey] I'm a dog, home street I'm from the city Trap street Make a track just for us all Go against me And your whole click gon' fall Go against me And your whole click gon' fall I'm a, go against me Make a classic from our time Hit the Dancehall tonight Do or die Take it to the grave I ain't got time to feel These streets don't want my love I don't hold Johnson I'll shoot you to your death I don't give two shits The only talk that I receive Is probably some wild shit I don't give two shits The only talk that I receive Much gun talk I got on could be a killer's mind I give two shits, know what I mean? Niggas be talking that shit cause they wanna get they life on Shoot a nigga and they brother on 21 [Hook - 2x] [Big Pokey] Everytime I hit the weed, I get to kick back and smoke Hustlin' is a deep way of talking that slang I'm down, reefer exploding on you niggas crooks I'm in the hood tryna rep, just stay low It's coming from the top dog, on a block lit alixir No ounces or ounces, cause I'm fucking with you clowns Seen your girl while you driving, grams coming in like a llama Handed the top off the hinges, I take off the lids Now your girl on the backseat, Goodwood sipping Goose I got more freaks than biscuits, big bag more freaks than dips She kill it with her lips, I attack with the whips And I never rollies, these hoes can't get no relief Smoking a blunt in our village, just remember the fruit flies don't fly! [Hook - 2x] Artist: Big Pokey f/ Big Steve Album: Hardest Pit in the Litter Song: Hardest Pit Typed by: Lil Hustle [Chorus: Big Pokey] Never letting no hoe niggas in my face Fuck the nigga playing for me Hardest Pit in the litter Hardest Pit Fuck a bitch in the face �� should've shot a nigga Superb wiener Pistol on my wrist Pistol in my sock Pig just love when a bitch hit the pipe Except for Houston, Texas where I'm from I watch commas for the guns and the choppers It's Texas boy, I'm hard as a prigge AK-47 sippin ounces on the streets Cowards come and greet me Candy apple Range Rove warden crow flew over my house It's a tiger, it's a bird, it's a bird Only the strong can survive in my lifetime And I ain't trying to out rhyme, I want the life I had to stop chasing the dollar I want the life, hustle in the jungle All the way to the top, standing on a tree I'm a tiger, rhyme in the jungle [Big Pokey] I'm ======================================== SAMPLE 199 ======================================== like you got your high from Bush (La-ti lo tengo un poco donde hay boot)] La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la {I'm gonna do it right, I'm gonna do it left} {I'm gonna do it right, I'm gonna do it left} {I'm gonna do it right, I'm gonna do it left} {Rrrrrrrrrr-rrrrlloop} [Outro: Big Twin] Everybody get your game up, you know it's just a lil' late You've been waked and it's really, boldsam von ltten Werd up, it's really werd up on your little communy iniscin' how you want it and spain you need, ah to take lonesome away from all the wreck-les I wanna take lonesome away from all the werd-o-rama From the dope spot, know what I mean? I wanna take lonesome away from all the werd-o-rama From the dope spot, know what I mean? I wanna take lonesome away from all the werd-o-rama From the dope spot, know what I mean? [03 Greedo] Werd up, is the 1 and the 2 The 3, that's the maneuver I'll paged on niggas like I'm psychic I need some tissue and some Visine I find a Benz that have some Hennessey That's my new throwback I need another ticket I been lookin'? So cheap, but still not one I wanna go on a plane like Orgoaling Have my chick undercovers at the hotel bar I need 2 hoes, so I can fuck I call up, I tell her "I got hoes" Too late, I done fucked up You shoulda seen me bust down, but you don't believe me Cause I done hit the pussy before I'm tripping, gotta master strokes Got more freaky than Morey's pussy [Chorus X2] [03 Greedo] So wasted, you need some more slurfs I'm smoking more blunts, than you've been warned VVS my niggas, give it to me Let the music do the talking [Chorus #2] You can't touch me You can't bring me down Virus be on us Soested up, my shit don't take too much C'mon, I'm a beat it like a yo deal I've been tripping in this game I'm about to work it and None of you rappers took any A lot of shots,usions when I was breaking in Now I'm leading more fucks with my dick in my hand [Chorus #3] Tell me what kinda That looks like your backpack [One Man Army] Aww yeah, the big badass, yeah The Outlawz, the Granddaddy Flow, yeah We the pack, the illest set, yeah And get it on when I blow it up (blow it up) Aww yeah, I said it, this how we do Aww yeah, we chill, it ain't no stoppin' Aww yeah, we sip sangro Aww yeah, we sip wine Aww yeah, we mob Aww yeah, we mob Aww yeah, we mob Aww yeah, we mob Aww yeah, we mob My squad is sick, squad is still faded Some of them youngstas got beef wit the kid The kid don't understand, son Almighty told me to Make this, money infested with yeast Gotta get it how I live, gotta eat as I can Twist a bale full of sugar, have a long discussion I'm a assassin cocked off a .44 I'm a monster off the All-Residue, Lord knows I'm a baller But I take it more cases, plead it now or wait Please plead it fast, plead it slow Write a book, steal its secrets and store it in the gutter But I plead for mine, and your job, I'm a linguist Spell it as I see it, still slinking mad fast I might slip, but I don't give a damn cause I'm a par [Chorus] [03 Greedo] So wasted, I'm usually a aim it right but outside, I got no trust You been grinding, I been picking, I been getting It's hard, when you feeling that shit So stressed, can't list ======================================== SAMPLE 200 ======================================== Flyin' out the country with a fly ride Just to be away from everybody [Hook x2] Artist: Big Tuck f/ Slimah D Album: Purple Hulk Song: U Niggas Can't Fuck wit That Typed by: Lil Hustle (*talking*) Yeah yeah yeah yeah (talking) For the hundred bucks I be the boss of the club on them bast dogs Make them hoes say, He's the boss of the club on them bast dogs Make them hoes say, he's the boss of the club on them bast dogs Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah [Big Tuck] I make them hoes say, mami we gotta keep it gangsta be Keep it hood, baby you's a dime hoe if you ball don't want that Keep it hood, baby you's a dime hoe if you ball don't Believe that, ball don't want that It's all good, all game, all dogs All the ladies come out, everybody wanna ball hoes I know some hoes, Ivy chains on That's a K, that's a KI Tuck's on the beat box bar, hit me in my huckle Bell thatows be shakin, ball don't need no chain Dip through the town See them grey broads, they boar like hennessey Ion call it lil sweetie, I'm so much cleant Get a minute like Tyson [Chorus] You can't fuck wit that No no no no You can't fuck wit that No no no no You can't fuck wit that No no no no no You can't fuck wit that No no no no no You can't fuck wit that No no no no no [Big Tuck] Slim a minute, I'm the boss But I don't give a fuck I had a great day Spendin' wine with myiiiiiiime Drinkin' up the Sennin Hop in the coupe, we smiling, we laughing We on the roof we motorin' Gots to get guns yes we still get it, yes I got dough I gotta keep us smiling, yes In the club I got dough I gotta keep us smiling, yes In the club I got dough I gotta keep us smiling (it's Big Tuck and Tuck, and Tuck and Tuck) And you know I gotta keep it gangsta Keep it gangsta [Chorus] [Big Tuck] You can take your longest road uhh, don't stress that dup, pannurr, doubla, hell yeah, pannurr, doubla daytonas, topsoil, lingual, lingual toproof, back, slide, doe, screen, screen [Chorus] [Big Tuck] Sittin' in the club, sippin' on a drink in the glass show that I'm still the king you know the rules, look nigga you gotta keep it gangsta you gotta ball you gotta ball give your middle finger up and up and down, and put your name in the sky don't be talkin' out a mouthful when you be at the bar with your hands on your hips boy you goddamn right you goddamn right be humble and if you don't suck, dick suck my dick brother and if you don't fuck, dick fuck my dick brother man man you goddamn right dude [Chorus] Artist: Big Tuck f/ Fat B.G Album: Purple Hulk Song: U Need It Typed by: Lil Hustle [Hook - Fat B.G.] It's on, need it It's on if you need it It's on if you need it To the point if you need it Need it uh, Need it To the point if you need it Need it toying uh, Need It To the point if you need it (ugh,ugh) To the point if you need it (ugh,ugh) To the point if you need it [B.G.] I'm off the block, niggaz love it See it used to be my dream to be paper holda Now it's reality, the law notice that I'm ON! See I'm peeping G.D., G.K. Dressed nice and havin' a hoodlum party W ======================================== SAMPLE 201 ======================================== heads can't believ this long Why do wolves have jealous ones? You can't tell me nothin', I'm honest and open And I do''t think 9th Prince gon' let you get that fake ass off him You lil' wack ass suckas, they need to get that James Browntown Off Crenshaw, I freeze papes for drop tops and wood tops [Chorus] [B.G.] Its the Geezy in the Ice O O With my hair like plantain tree I hit the ground running my art like my name Nigga no fake cheddar fake mill whether its in CT or IN. Or if you live in the H. Ward Don't speak my language it's going down No love for you haters Cuz if you believe me you gon' feel my pain It's the rawest uncut thai I ever seen Fuck with me, that's a no no I'ma grind hard for my dough I never lied to you nigga Don't know how I do it Ya heard me, don't know how I do it Ya gotta be real to do it And I know that you hatas that love the drama I'ma keep it real wit you all the time I'ma play the side hoes everyday Wipe the tears from every tear These tears must mean somethin It's like these games gotta die or getrepeated Pain is a must, drama gotta go down It's like these six nails hit the key and twist the lock And slip on the mic and slip they wrist or get jacked All the love in the world, I'm tryin to do right But jealousy is like a fox bite Hope my hoodon bite Hope my hoodon bleech Hope my hoodon bleed Artist: B.G. Album: Checkmate Song: To My People Typed by: ***@***.*** [B.G.] Load the AR for the crowd to get pimps And talk shit when the bitch rip We don't need a contract or an award We gotta do what we feel Play the game, learn the game If you don't, shit, you better play it Fuck a label, cop a hood and cop a hood We ain't changing, it's the design It's the design, I guess they gotta adapt I keep to my models, my philosophy's a must They hit your bitch after hitting my bong I keep a bad bitch, hit my bong I'ma keep a bad bitch, hit my bong I'ma hit my bitch like the way a Jamaican sing I'ma keep a bad bitch, hit my bitch I'ma keep a bad hoe, hit my bitch Don't let my hoe disrespect me I'ma keep my mind on my business and I'm all that I keep a bad hoe, fuck that, I fuck that But when I sober, I'm all that That's for certain, you know I love my hoe [Lil' Wayne] Yeah, it's Wayne yo baby, look This is how the hood ride when driving Just the ice and dreams, and dreams Don't sit, sit down with it, baby Sing like I'm born to walk Like a musical, I'll write your whole song Like your whole song, a whole song A bunch of lead, all in the ass [B.G.] I'm from a little-ass hood, where them diamonds never shine But they do - and get that hard-top, and drop that work Make everytime you scream, get it how you be Nigga, you silly - how come you low-ass dudeshorne? It's just that, you know where you can get it Nigga, where you can find it - you won't find it Bodies, Burberry, Volvo Downtown, Chanel, sacrifice Head South, Reeboks, AR-rrrrrrrrsssss Bodies, my motherfuckin click Niggas wanna talk, you got to speak That's like no other, in the game In the game's world [Juvenile] Oh, look, bricks need bricks - to get 'em That's how we do it in the streets, you know? It go double (Bricks get cracked) When I, push my slab, you got to grab some Say, Juve got nice, then I gots to get 'em Uh, you know where to find me, you know I be down ======================================== SAMPLE 202 ======================================== plotz I'll strike, shoot! Y'all niggaz can't fuck with this Precise, precise, precise Ya dudes, buck with semi nines All you bustaz, in misery One cent, is an insult to a fool You can't get more cut than a slice of dust And I ain't talking about rappers strung up in the cage Or cocked up on mikes and karate kicks I'm talking bout the snakes who pop and roll Spray their raps live, by your taking your ass home Or get your ass kicked at you once too early Too nice, no early as my coach tries to leave If I didn't mention his name, I'm just giving it out And even if you didn't, uzi tapes are used in bandages When I'm in a zip with a plastic bottle Niggaz get wet, gotta give up they ass When I get mad, I gidde over the beat and flash And when the noise and heat again, I'll flash an L And if you ain't seen this before, you better check your legends Glow river of rap music, with a nice washage Like a fishout, jiggy style, jiggy style, gimme me some! You heard it, you wanna dance, you heard it, you wanna dance, gimme me some! You heard it, you wanna dance, you heard it, you wanna dance, gimme me some! You heard it, you wanna dance, you heard it, you wanna dance, gimme me some! Gimme me some, you wanna dance, you wanna dance, you wanna dance, gimme me some! You heard it, you wanna dance, you heard it, you wanna dance, you wanna dance, you gimme me some! You heard it, you wanna dance, you heard it, you wanna dance, you wanna dance, you wanna dance gimmie it, you wanna dance, you wanna dance, you wanna dance, you gimme some! You wanna dance, you wanna dance, you wanna dance, you wanna dance, you gimme some! Gimmie it, you wanna dance, you wanna dance, you wanna dance, you wanna dance, gimmie it, you wanna dance, you wanna dance, you wanna dance, you wanna dance Artist: 2 Chainz Album: G.O.O.D Morning (Bonus Track) Song: Got This Morning Typed by: AZ Lyrics Gangsta nigga My new thing called death wish I can't get no edge over you Do I look like a diamond shebed Overlook you, you, you Can't get no edge over me DO I look like a diamond shebed yeah Look at the fade, fade, fade Shebed there in my head, my sexy smile When I get it, I'm no longer the freak What the fuck I think, what the fuck I do You can't do shit if you don't. Nothing you ever needed or you ain't there Nothing you ever thought or written about Just let me write about this shit, I'll let you lead the charge I ain't gotta say it, I'm free, I can't say it Somewhere, somewhere, I'm already free again Took this bitch all day, I kicked her ass until it smacked me The way I felt, put that mind in a whole new spin She pulled me close like a wanted poster I'm just mad at myself for letting that shit through Grape I said what's up? You don't act like you want shit from Trae I said baby, I'mma hold your hand He said yeah, let's do this shit, baby, can you do this shit I can't do this shit, can you do this shit I can't do that shit, can you do this shit I can't do this shit, can you do this shit Yeah, bitch, I understand where you coming from But bitch, I ain't fucking with you, cause nigga where you coming from Was thinking this would be a hot spot But nigga, you ain't never getting to touch that Artist: Ace Hood Album: The Statement 2 (Mixtape) Song: Rolec Typed by: AZ Lyrics H -ague Most Most [Verse 1] De Street Money Most Most Most Most Most Most Most See me on the block See me pullin the street ======================================== SAMPLE 203 ======================================== corner "I only let brothers watch their back because they're dangerous" Artist: 21 Savage Album: Slaughter King (Mixtape) Song: Lord Forgive Typed by: AZ Lyrics A hundred a zip and she mack bout' her life A hundred a zip and she bet' she killin' A hundred a zip and she slap bout' her life A hundred a zip and she show' her face And she a robbin' the wolf, I wouldn't have gotta lie, nigga I would tell' her chill but I know' her type 'bile and it'll hurt her But at times it seems we're so helpless Like ain't nothing worth takin' for granted? Hear me on the streets, you know I'm different Nearer the stars the colderest of the colderest of the lesser Like ain't nothing worth peeling from yo tree Yo mother got a license but she don't drive no car I just wanna work but she can't leave home And she ain't gonna bet on me Cause they wish they was different They thought that if they fought they would've been dead That's why they kick her out cause they know she stay bottle free They think cause they win it don't matter to break To them I'm your uncle instead of my sister Phoebe Had a brother named Mac and they was cool but they was sisterly I loved your conversation into yourlines It was a madouse of women and a wild one dressed the same Look I love it and I don't I just want you to see Cause a brother like that has to take his own life Niggas never learn You dying to lose somebody? Tears run from your eyes to your legs Pants run from the streets to the churches You got on Nike and fall to your knees That's for standing on your feet [Chorus] Ain't no love like the drugs you use Niggas'll fuck you up after you do Ain't no love like the drugs you use Niggas'll fuck you up after you do [Outro x2] Ladies and Gentlemen: Sometimes I love it when you're right there When you're wrong you start to hate Ooh, sometimes I argue With my words when I say it's real Sometimes I don't understand But that's when you start to react To get me very, very scared Because you walked this life full of pain And disbelief at times You seem so natural and all Natural when you're natural, yea The girl you love, you might not like me Because I say nothing of really And the Lord is real and I love him [Chorus] Artist: Action Bronson f/ Jahmain Action Album: Dr. Lecter Song: Hot Sugar Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Action] Sometimes I like the fact that I'm a motherfucking homo nigga Like uh, I'm just tryna get my fuckin' momma on mama [Verse 1: Action Bronson] She said about grow, I grew up with the trees Got us back on mama's couch when I couldn't go to no church So I spoon party to the homies and got a spliff in the cooler Hit the scene where the weed's at and got the Vick's wood Home team she got the recipe All the ladies look my cousin got theavlovin' Tal' kids used to diss us actin' dumb I used to jock back in L.A. when the groupies rolled Women used to lourl with they elbows With they man's head between they legs and the dick between they tits I used to write songs about the drug industry The way they force these young people to dream *who*light* Look dim hell yeah I heard it in the cars and the cigars You don't want to be a rap rebel you swung over the fence See your dad was a rap rebel My mom was a rap rebel You can't reach me mother i need my fuckin' Broward My son need help I've been through a lot of trouble My wife ain't have a lot of years Most of my niggas drug dealin' Most of my niggas never really meant it But lil' mama they still taught us how to fish (Spreading do?) All my niggas official now (Bankroll loaded) (H-double O-donkey) [Verse 2: Jahmain ======================================== SAMPLE 204 ======================================== Palmer) I call sixteen ([Party Arty] yeah we strong) And you know the MC Hammer and that kid Joffee Fresh out of St. Louis, goddamn it's kinda sad That's what my moms decided when she told me baby daddy But baby daddy is the money back in the stash box And I still feel like a motherfucker, damn [Verse 3: Bas] [Redman] If there's a quicker way than the busting my knuckles then passing the tints Then I'ma be a G or better for real And sell tapes on 1-2-3, now I felt like Oprah Thumbing down all the diphtherics Tasting, microchipping, talking shit like Gotti I should kick back and use the kerosene But I ain't gonna, I'll blow you till your whole brain lookin' burned And you'll be brainless, sucked in and out Like your pissin' off Billy Bob at the Apollo That's some fucked up shit, you're not dialing in You headed straight for the basket to fake the resurrection But the basket is your door and slam straight through your axis And I'll come in your crib so you can choke me But I got a bigger axe in my glove than a axe in a hoop Like the arm of a Cyclops I stomp you over with it, I knock the air like a lump I'm doin' Michigan after Michigan That's my state, that's my state That's my state, that's my state My state, that's my state [Chorus] x4 [Coughing] Artist: Bas Album: A$AP Muhfuckas Soundtrack Song: Aha Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Intro: Bas] Yeah, yeah, yeah [Chorus: Bas] Don't say ahh and ah ah ah ah an ah an When you see me an say ah ah ah ah an Ridin' in a coupe an ah ah ah an When you see me an say ah ah ah ah an Don't mean ahh an ah ah ah ah an When you see me an say ah ah ah ah an Ridin' in a coupe an ah ah ah an When you see me an say ah ah ah ah an [Bas] Don't keep that bread in my deh, dawg I gotta some shrooms for my dawg That mean my ribs will quiver My pot may be fatter, but it's makin me arier I always watch for that cat That means I'll be a bit more, dawg If you want it your just waitin' I'll provide I know that you'll want this Begging me to pay for theacious thoughts I know you'll want this I just came too far Pssssss [Chorus] [Interlude: Bas] We gotta have a McCoy an ah dawg gotta have a strong house and some rims ready to go and knock And we can trully an sellin weed in a jar An ah tell mi friend tek the CHROM an turn pon a grams an change it back An say mi macroman again Some say mi flam flam gah dang gah Nuh Johnsen, fic. mi seh coke production an listen up hypocrite yah need man turn wi to tha Last crusade What if yah was a man like me What if yah you had the means to be like me What if mi heart was like bible point an listen [Chorus] [Break: Bas] Art you mi an come like a ring an a reeboks Well nuh ring dinghip hoppin sky an a spin Art you mi an come like a ring an a reeboks Well nuh ring dinghy hoppin sky an a spin [Outro: DJ Pachino] Tell dem a rewind an a wuk dem a rewind A talk bout a talk bout a band Well a real band An a remix dat burn we nuh know bout Anti music ex we need the brain Listen to mi lyrics an tell mi gangsta a dance An tell mi what a shi mean, a true Jamaica And a like mi [於負] Fuses deh pon fire time De flames exh a fight time The roots deh a waste time The bwoy no waan di whole dem seh dem waan di jerk time Something seh ======================================== SAMPLE 205 ======================================== Cat? Maste Cat? Telly's Priest? Mindbreak? What, are these my beats? Afraid to trip, my bars lack I open this fuck this way cause I'm too classic I sit and state what I got Afraid to slip, and what to do I tell myself, "I've been getting blowed, fast speed speed on these downey niggas, and I advise y'all proceed." I get high enough to have them all on the d-low Shit, now I'm ready to die Throwing lyrics at devils, we all just wanna rock Trick that cinderfore and angel dust I feel good that's how I ride Bet a spirit is showing up I'm a soldja with swag strapped to my chest Mindbreak, never knew existed I rise without a simp, never will Stormed by stink niggas and dubbs That weren't b going home Hook Mothafuckas who didn't understand me Now I'm prime minister, style's my friend Got chickens who love to flute and rockin To real papes, never fucking with me Now I'm in the paper, I'm number ten And my space is crack, them niggas sound sick But if you want some heat then you should ride Hook Artist: The Beatnuts f/ Greg Nice Album: Classic Nuts Vol. 1 Song: We Got The Funk Typed by: ***@***.*** [ Greg Nice ] Oh, man What's up with that shit, man? I don't know But you know Makin hits like this, pimpin, Pete Nice And we never fake Cause we be right here man And you know When you wake up in the morning Lay out the pipe Gotta let the heat up Now your sittin there Open your thighs You know I need that Open your legs Now I wanna do you that [ VERSE 1 ] Let's get fucked up And your girl don't wanna let me fuck I love the way I shoot that gift Damn that's cold The way I make your pussy cry Lord I pray to god When she ain't let me fuck Shoot my dick if you try to holler I see your eyes, let me see your lips Those crazy, red eyes let me see You're sittin steady writin scriptures Let me whisper in your head Money you's gettin paid today I thought you was happy with the lies you told yourself You're no longer my friend and I'm really with you [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 2 ] It's gonna be a long, long time Before we all burn in Hell And pretend the world is nice Let's pretend the head is steady movein Before we all start stranglin First and the end The sound yeah Yeah, that's right (Oh God) Artist: P.I.S. Album: It's the Bootleg Muthafuckas! Vol. 1 Song: If I Die Typed by: Lil Hustle [Hook] If I die I can't get up no riches Get a couple B.P. If I die I can't get up no more No Tears, no curses I ain't tryna survive I can't do nothing but survive [Chorus] If I die I can't get up no riches Get a couple B.P. If I die I can't get up no more No Tears, no curses I ain't tryna survive I can't do nothing but survive [Verse 1] If I had to pick a favorite rapper I'd throw 'em all sumptuous Check me, yeah, like pick the car off chancellors Who shot ya?, let me remind Who the castrated?, I'm the debatin' voice Don't hate me, cause I'm clever Spittin' out raw verses in aural decipitors The only thing that I can say to youential is that I'm trying to get these mills So you can beladable That's what I entify you be official Wanted by a million, my hospital it's critical It's pumped in bail, sent in if you plea automatic Ask BN, they know I'm the king Assumincin' that your power, you can't stop Search my racks And my Berettas ======================================== SAMPLE 206 ======================================== background was cosmic I was born in what was then known as Zone 3 I studied my birth names and the planetarium it turns out that space has actually never been nice and that when you get stuck with nothing to around your brain shrinks down and you're basically dropped off into the demise of whatever weird thought had come to divide cosyther than the average being I'll continue to point the finger at things beyond our control and go pick apart the small shit that surround my little mans brukkk my home planet has actually taken a fall in giant masses it has exploded much harder in such bunions asweights aliens are larger than a football ball Mars is covered in radioactive And gravity gradinities flow along symmetric lines But see: atoms are compacted in symmetry when they lack they physics and chemistry has never beenrevolutionized I'm Revolutionized see? notice my latest creation's a quarter old version of me yet sees a crucifixion my writing flow's mistrusted but I know that the crucifixion'll be near every single waking hours presence my brain will freak from a panic rapidly towards anything that DC knows I speak the universal language know what I speak I mean in all my foreign land I bring I sock my mistress and my Porsche in the laundry basket I watch all these babies sleeping strollers wrapped around my gun my words are seen by some as the sun my artistry my artistry spread out like the sun every which way that you bring it in it helps to know I don't have a class one group of gifted people all together better everybody grab their work and all together better DC stand together print it, make it ever rhyme double come together as one people shake it down.. shake it down.. shake it down... Artist: 311 Album: STER3OL1TH1C Song: Sandwiches Typed by: AZ Lyrics I don't need a sandwich bitch (I don't need a sandwich bitch) I'll write a check now and plus send them to the millenial (millenial) My sandwich bitch (She wanna bone man) She rock a yellow gyro and send him that dough (you knowww) Anywhere that I'm from have got a sandwich bitch (Cheesey) I'll send you to the store and get you a sandwich (Anywhere that I'm from have a sandwich bitch) Grip,rip,rip (grip) rip,rip,rip,rip rip,rip,rip,rip You ain't ever seen me like this, cheese Suck it up, spit it up, dip it up Be kind, buy a bottle, try to fill it up Suck it up, spit it up, dip it up Baby, jump in the SS, shake it up Suck it up, dip it up, dip it up You ain't ever seen me like this, cheese Suck it up, dip it up I don't want nobody, I don't want nobody (oh no) I don't want nobody, I don't want nobody I don't want nobody, I don't want nobody I ain't doing no damage (no), I don't want nobody (no) I ain't do no damage (no), I don't want nobody I ain't do no damage (no), I don't want nobody I ain't do no damage (no), I don't want nobody If my trees look bright as bright as the parachute I'd die for no one, don't make me have to hustle Walk around with a zip up over my shoulder I'd be hoppin' out the building, anyway Whatever it take, baby keep it up Glove after glove, the one's for the grind Don't ask for a lot, the ones for the lavish What's on the mind, it's always some romance I've been through hell, and never been sane Ain't no wonder why we feel the way we do We let the wheels off, keep work flowing Work flow, got theeyes on us Blower, make sure we high, yeah we high (crazy) Where's my heart at, gotta keep a steady flow If your heart don't want you to go, you might go I'ma keep goin, keep talking, I'm inspired They can hate you, but they don't never tell I give em everything, I give em everything They can hate you, but they don't never tell They can hate you, but they don't never tell Pray for rain when it comes ======================================== SAMPLE 207 ======================================== thewildlifeHours of passion, in the front row seat at the Super Sonino He held a diamond that was shining bright And plus I was way too picket-worth And my happiness would dim without confrontation I'd die for nothing I thought defie might prefer People beg and they plead, see the strings they sing But to them it's pain their broke condition came in handy King David, king of kings, I'm a king of kings I came down to Brooklyn, stretched out and gave you a face mask You was fine then, you was lame then, you was weak then You were quite foolish before, you was dryheaded now Hit the weed from the stash and I was soaked in sweat I felt empty and all outta reach Strength in my fists and broke out and stampede the crowd Star spangled words that made my mensive grace Speakless, faded, broken and disused Starved to trade that wretched fate for a safer u- breeze People beg and they plead, see the strings they sing But to them it's pain their broke condition came in handy King David, king of kings, reigns and towers Crown horses and chariots, stockings and stockrations All the silly prisoners of war, woe is amazed at how ya selfesteem is damaged You think I'm nice or is it just the opposite I got a crown and I'm going on tour, I tour backwards Where there's a being king and there is a well kept Records of slaves who tooth ago rotten Dig these and find the keeper, I do the Almight Selah To the right and the left having spent dues In the light then I spark up ya TV and Watch as the records peel back People beg and they plead, see the strings they sing But to them it's pain their broke condition came in handy Wouldn't you trade that wretched life for a brighter day King David, king of kings, you know how we do Artist: Aziatix Album: Nocturnal Song: Fuck Bad People Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Verse Ia] Who that bologna shit? Hold it, I buy that, I help that, I remind ya These niggas mad price on that crack up in your guts My hustle is major, my motive is intricate Spitt rhymes trapped in mind in the pit she pussy threw me I'll beat you in mothafuckers lungs with a mascot pin I'm fixin' to gut Ugly as long as you fall inside the shark Best believe I count inside ya brain, make you suffer Killas don't play, baby so longer can ya run Ain't a damn thing changed, I stay fresh No time to call anya mistakes, cut it out Keep the fuck up, better alert ya friends And when I get a shovel to shovel praise on the name These wicked motherfuckers multiplied, now they cant walk These niggas sick in the head, these niggas sick in the back Nigger suckers never play again, thought it was a shame [Verse Ib] Low down, to go get ya highness I'mma hit ya with the junk food and the soda She said bob that blunt, I'm throwin' yo' ass in the tire Smoke a blunt, make you do the drinking Do your body rock and soul rock Just like the party on the block You never know when you're getting tossed and you're caught Have ya clothes on laces, or pants looped Bitch you wind up with yo' ass in ya shoe [Chorus II] I got a mind frame, of how you do your motherfuckin' thang I got a mind frame, where havin' ya game play I got a mind frame, where ya wanna play it hard I got a mind frame, I just wanna let a nigga hang You think it's funny, to let a bitch-ass nigga have what's mine I'm the number-one thing mama, you wanna know why [Verse IIa] When doin' it one day, you ain't even got a federal job All the freaks talkin' they bodies all look the same And if I gave that pussy away then you'd know I'm the type of hoe But I'm the type of hoe in the city when they kill off sounds It's simple mathematics, you just keep on doing what you're supposed to Ya ain't got to like me, at least not lip -- Ru Yals ain't the one But I give ya that degree ======================================== SAMPLE 208 ======================================== to get honed and you'll be alright [Hook] 2x Artist: Dre Dog w/ Coulier Jay Album: I Hate You With a Passion Song: Killa Bee's About to Hit the Roadblock Typed by: ***@***.*** (Chorus) Niggas know where to find me, where I be live On the streets in the midwest And they don't know who I be It's about to be a killin night (Dr Dre on the beat) [B.G.] Dr Dre on the beat Lickin' this clique nigga, y'all know Rottin' that Killas, slangin' that C.M.R. They know I get low key, I'm wars in The whole click gang up in The B and the G, nigga representin' I hold Themby (yep) Them Malibu boys whateva ever heard of me I'll stomp you nigga Dr Dre y'all know this me Se pone hottie ever see me Y'all know se pone hottie ever see me This the beat bitch seh you bitch ain't never never never Se pone hottie you hongster i know this Everyday a grind nigga everyday a quit No we not doin' no hustle shit We shinin' all upFabricate and clothe this Feel the heat from the cars and the bricks To the foreign how high how fast? To the fly how low? Do it and let the DJ tell the truth I'ma grind nigga no doubt, ya heard me (Chorus) [Lil' Wayne] I see you niggas flashin' at me I see the V-Do on the lots and the broads Takin' care of this niggas daughter Then why you slip when I get my checks I mean sure I try to give y'all a Benz but I'm a real G, I stay on top of game like Escwire Head top, I'm so hot I got a hot suit From the meat I eat, y'all niggas pussy I wish I would've been with The H-Town Bandit's It's a cold world anyway, ain't no love for a hater Yeah, best out to My F Vito's This ain't even much changed it's still the same Bloodline of a H-Town O.G. Ay yo best thing (I Got It) Off top (Hook) (Best out the nine, ya'll don't miss that rider) [B.G.] I'm still tha man I still claimin' my hood I still rode and ride for my hood I still represent out H-Town I still do tha business round there I still represent with V.L. in the back And my V.L. and my V.L. in the trunk Gotta ride with me I still swang with me I still bang with me Man I love to hang with me Man I keep a glock with me If it's on I keep a nigga shook for me Man I got blow L's with me If you don't want me, don't want you I put up plenty of crack with me Ay yo drank, you smoke, I dooca Man talk down on me I take it one day at a time I just wish y'all the best Man I'm bout my money Artist: B.G. Album: Checkmate Song: Bounce With Me Typed by: ***@***.*** [B.G.] Bounce with me because we can bounce Just me and my lil B.G. Just us lil B.G. And our Jag with me Because we do cocked We come through It's our move Bounce, bounce, bounce wit me To the back of tha club I drive a Chevy through the ward A Panther inner door I drive through Coney Island Play lil' boy wonder How a.k. shed a light Give lizzargans satisfaction I'll bet a hundred grand on How the bouncedrive fly A ticket to the cruise cut from New York City With my baby girl Baby Silk Come in my house I'll bet a hundred thousand on a diamond wear How many niggas you could put in the bed That'll knock your ======================================== SAMPLE 209 ======================================== Bennie Castorcedo (woyeah...) Cappadonna! [Chorus] I said boo, I said break it down baby I said break it down baby I said break it down baby I said break it down baby I said break it down baby {Baby:} So why you keep on flippin' me? Uh, I keep sayin... Baby why you keep on flippin' me? I don't really know no motherfuckin' reason why I keep on flippin' you! {Da$h!} [Verse Two: Aceyalone] These chicks lookin at me like I was a skinny bitch She can't help but to stare with that teasin'.. She wanna seem so pooh-y So she can rarely hold her ground Ignorance is bliss You're lookin at me like you're tryin to foreplay a game! She knows this from the way my game is playin' Everytime we fight, she wanna know where thefight is Everytime we snitch Everytime we both draw the line I figured there's no way we can avoid or escapes this! I'm caught in the crossfire Stupid jealousy Crazy~! [Chorus] I said boo, I said break it down baby I said break it down baby I said break it down baby I said break it down baby And I said. I said. I said. Artist: Beck Album: Colors Song: Colors Typed by: AZ Lyrics Choose where you wish to reside And put your knuckles to the wall And place your hands in the air You don't understand All the noise that's livin' on this earth You don't understand All the wars or the violence You don't understand Aiyyo, all of my people Live by the dollars and the coins Aiyyo, put your hands to the sky And the sky goes around you It's a riot, it's a riot, Pray and celebrate The sun gets hot and scorchin' The hot takes hold And the scorchin' takes hold Listen to my voice And you will notice All of this shit's wrong Cause they don't understand the differences Most have forgotten the names Some have wars to prove The wage don't pay Some forgot the name Who the fuck did it Why must we fight? Why must we fear? Why it's so hard to do Get paid, live life to life Live life, die right? Live life, die right? Get laid, surviving on bread, bread Get laid, living life, die right? Get laid, surviving on bread, bread Get laid, living life, die right? Know we gonna be there, holding this land Standing on these premises Until that dog comes we gon' take it away Know we gonna be there, holding this land Standing on these premises I ain't hearing you, you ain't saying me You ain't saying nothing I'm holding this land, hold it, holding it, holding it tight Hold it tight, cock it back, avoid getting trapped Hold it tighter, c'mon, cock it back, avoid getting trapped Know we gonna be there, holding this land Holding this land, hold it, holding it tight I'm so grateful for the things I've done I am so grateful for the things I've done And my past is just a choice on my past Couldn't change in my fucking eyes Whatever that means for me I am fighting for my life now And I have no fear for my past For my future, I have to live in peace Cause my past is just a choice on my past On my past They don't understand the strength of my heart They don't understand the strength of my heart When I was just little kids it was all so hard But even still I strived To make my way right People said that I would fail but I strived to believe That you would take me away And I'm a scram and pull to do what you gotta do I don't only scream I scream I pull to scream A lot of people I would have believe But it's nothin' but people dyin' all the time And these traitors just keep keep trappin' These lies won't change myself And the only thing to do is destroy you And these lies on this earth They keep on trippin' Have you in a box in a coffin Wit no future, ======================================== SAMPLE 210 ======================================== For this mag you need to quit Critics always try to portray me as an outman, clip-tender Touch, perverted lyrical master I'm slipin' off in your head Pinocchio for much of the time You're a bad brother to them I seen your manager cry You tryin' to get a job, this don's hard When they start racist laws Put your hands on your gun cause.. You ain't made from paper (I see) less skin You a history spitter Better recognize low You's a ghetto rhyme dealer Better recognize a G.D. clucker talking mad more You fall short in my stable All you do is take it low You're just a lame with a limp It's no struggle when it ain't no mercy Like, you gotta dodge raps and catch Firearms and large bundles of them The ghetto gun spitter He'll do you (He's a gun slitter) I think he would be in your sets (Think he would be in your cliques) Oh you must be crazy (I think you would be in your cliques) But never in my neighborhood Stuffin' all my g's in a Lexus I'm a junkie for the seen It's about a dollar When you pull a clip out your shirt I'm a fool If I don't see a G Can you find a crime Where that AK come from? Where that 13 Come on "No claps, no talks.. "This is quite clear.." Artist: Big Mike Album: Hard to Hit Song: City of Syrup Typed by: ***@***.*** [Sneaker eyeing this chick] Aaahhh Another mellow on a day like this I wish I never had a felony But I'm out and about, these streets are ours Oh lord has it been tough [Verse 1] Everywhere a playa chill They play the game how it go Pure hustlin' with no Play I bought a Roley for cash Cuz the game don't change little do Got a check for every pit flip And any hustla with a mind to pull it It's the same cat I bumped into 'Cus this life ain't never been no joke Pretty young white boy with some bank skills Candy on the Rollie and a list of frequently mobbin' Some rap felons with us on the ride tonight [Chorus - speeds up aton easyvana] Baby need some time to let you know That you can love me, hate me, lose me Because you know when I was born to keep me alive [Verse 2] ante up clean around the clock Suck your face in the toilet You will never again see me smile We took a tour bus and made it smash Indo or the street, we never go back to where we use to be We faced some bullshit, we threw our ways instead of loot Police ran to our crib on all-night ride So we escaped the situation and made itven night In the white hands, Vicksave and the buddha vest First come, first served Damn, second come ya better pay me Cuz I'm a hell motha fly, no matter how I try to hide it [Chorus - speeds up aton easyvana] Baby need some time to let you know That you can love me, hate me, lose me Because you know when I was born to keep me alive [Verse 3] Hey there fool I thought I told ya It's like the hustla work and the money never go to wealth Every daddy has a plan, for the son of perdition Gone I go stand out and escape the scene I live life so it don't matter if I die I die, so it never no second thought It's just a second to bear If you hatin' me, then daddy gone (gun pops) It's a hundred birds on the flock, he gone smell like birds That's why I flock, for flock nigga You know, I'm a mellow role model Arms out, bitch I use a loaf of bread a day So niggas know, I go where the fuck there be seen Down there in the Brookside, man I don't play Bentley sittin' and baggin', I keep a bird and a wood And I'ma get it now, let me show you how we do around [Chorus - speeds up aton easyvana] ======================================== SAMPLE 211 ======================================== I know her name and that she got weight I ain't tripping Can iStock your girl or can I flip her Hanging on the block, riding shotgun Never know launch, I click clack bitch it gets no chalk Catch your warship, niggas get buck worse Sure hope you're not sitting on the floor Somebody mistake me for my nigga bitch Catch it from the back where it's always sharp Bitch I'm an animal, I don't speak Geezy I ain't never been a to schame down Bitch I'm trying to do it for the streets Land of the free base Where you only got two lips G.D. tapes, always had the troops I'm Guillermo like Homey Catch me riding the skyhound Jump on the moon, it must be on you Bitch I'm D.J.Z. For all you hoods that thought I fade you North side of the tri-state, you know we balling I'm Dope A.K. B.U. And I be rapping to the beat To the break of dawn That the haters won't wait for me to come I'll be right back, another city of dope [Chorus] Artist: 50 Pence Album: Get Rich or Claim Benefit Song: In Da Pub Typed by: �exy�y * parody of the 50 Cent track "It's A Runway Plus Esoteric and the AnonymousWork outs*} Whassup y'all this is it We the best around Fuck the pack It's a shame 50 just won't be home soon Y'all gon recognize It's the pack It's a shame 50 just won't be home soon Thas about the fuckin props Same faces always move different places 50, 50, we're about to put somethin down Here we go mindin while the sses slide into dis Chorus: In da club we hold the wood chasin In the pub we hold the wood chasin In the pub we hold the wood chasin In the pub we hold the wood chasin In the pub we hold the wood chasin Okay, I got me a woodie in my zone Okay, I got me a woodie in my zone I got me a woodie in the zone I got me a woodie in the zone Okay, I got me a woodie in my zone I got me a woodie in my zone Catch me sasin with my old lady Keep it popping that reye yah I fly like air baby d Kelly Keep it rocking that kush on yah Keep it rocking that yo baby d Keep it rocking that woopowah on yah Pooping in, in, in, in Keep it rocking that way yah Hey, keep the woodie on Hey, keep the woodie on Hey, keep the woodie on (x4) Artist: 50 Pence Album: Get Rich or Claim Benefit Song: In Da Pub Typed by: �exy�y * parody of the MTV DJ * ** updated Saturday morning* The dance floor's ancient King shape on 22s The blacks are scabolccin and everything spiritual Spiritual, spiritual Makin moves and moves and moves youll be In da club, club, club on the dance flo' In da pub, in the pub, in the club youll be Dice dance, I'm drunk than I am In the club, in the club, youll be In the club, in the club, youll be In the club, in the club In the club, in the club In the club, in the club [Rick Ross] Early bird, caught me on the cut behind the spot like I... like I said I'm a problem you might problem like I'm a freak You might problem like I'm a G or better Should be rushing like demons rather believe what the playa said Smoking on kisses, I'm claiming rings and gold medallions Thinking about the job spraying like its a no good The speed of the stars, it's like it ain't no tomorrow I'm up in the black talons, talking jazz I got my dunklegiley back on hey I was working, so you just a young man spinning You should've seen what be known as the big man V-Twizzy, v-twiz, the 50 Cent song inspiration What, you ain't ======================================== SAMPLE 212 ======================================== ela photoie Mad said I love her facial with actual loving loving in private in the living room she sat I looked right in her direction she there first thing I know so I looked at her ass it's first thing I know she was staring but I made a slight connection she was eyeing my neck preferably though A$AP queried my rims, hell no I told her my bank account is held up and that the ladies hate a bad black president and that I get my mail from the box this blunt case made all the bitches even bolder let me pass at your nose [Chorus: Tycha Welle] Yeah But I'm holding but I'm tight cuz I'm holding but Whatever happened to the finer things To turn you on but keep you on the hop So I guess I better get this fed what it's all about [A$AP Ferg] Skinase brown belly Got a mean rhyme I say but I hold the, burn it down cause I'm True and say that for sure, I can rhyme, have a crew and I can rhyme, say a lot and You know that there's ice around your neck all smokin' ice And your bitch so fine She wanna come over On my floor don't worry what I got her make you wish you never had a brother like me I love it when you're all gone And I smoke and I got you breathin' easy If I spend my money on you don't cry you don't cry baby that's a lot of cash But it's hard to accept that You need me I tell you my wife we lavish graces That next subject you must know that I be there for you no one can take our hope for granted. no way no way. no way livin' [Chorus] But I just want you to know my [?] my name is unmissable got me in a bad state of mind 'bout the way I feel every day a new [?] fleas fly and I swallow it all I can catch a bite and I sallow it all I can get a taste of this persona nature just ask B.I.G. Jay Rock Heart and I don't know how to say that but that's what me and my city say [Chorus] Artist: Ant Banks Album: Sittin' on Somethin' Phat Song: U Just a Punk Typed by: ***@***.*** Yeah yeah, yeah, let that motherfucker feel it If you of us payin attention, this song is about Whoever goes the most places die, but if I may I'm a piss up on anybody mention that I was punked before I became a rap fan I found it was no surprise, surprise When they throw out their punk number I'll throw out OJ Nigga for nothin' punk, punk Now who's the nextimanity fiend? I'll throw some bullshits at your spleen And if you try to go and claim your trunk a hot mic I'll turn your trunk to a soundmic Punk is in the groove, the name is too hype And I never tricked like I said I would I'm a live fuckin' puppet (About a year ago) I was fin' to get a rap sheet, readin' each other traffic Dodging cases getting high, I was faking police After I sold about 10, I ordered 40 and went in One by one, then I'm finished - no complaints But if you go home and visit your mother Don't want your homegirls to speak more about the details I could go for an hour, or even two But you know what I mean: You want peace But you know what I mean, so please don't bother (Hook) If you go (far), then go (far) If you go home (far), then go (far) If you go home (far), then go (far) If you go home (far), then go (far) If you go home (far), then go Artist: Antoinette Album: Who's the Boss? Song: Who's the Boss? Typed by: jostmatt@bluewin ======================================== SAMPLE 213 ======================================== hotter than a tropical cooler A thank you nigga cause I was raised by cooked rice I'm a certified cook just like a cook watch Quarter More, three fifteen, ya can't walk like a jig was made Just because you ain't seen us, can't see us nigga We out here but you ain't gotta shout out for yaself Bitch we bought the game, bait and played the hitters Ain't nutte but battery acid, you dancin crazy Ya better grab for ya juice I'm sweatin like a, mad this, mad this like crazy Ain't no half-steppin this, plus I really miss my shine I was told you can ride with a chauffeur [Chorus 2 2X: O. Dee] This is the joint, bitch, that shit is so dangerous They said we're ungrateful things A dollar you is nothin but someMajor poems You think you're so fly, that there is no danger You claim you eat, I beg you to step (So fly, so fly) Sit down, I'll show you the right way, but be misunderstood [Tumultller] Welcome to reality man, who's world does it (I ran into your body) Every single day, you tryna be up on my page (I ran into your mother) You tryna make a movie man, but that's nothin that we do (Baby, I'm scared) Just leave your ass in the cold [Baby D] I'm a silver spoon prepper, the nigga thatsilver spoon prepper I'm a head rush driver Thesilver spoon prepper (I'm sorry) I'm sorry for bailing ya outta his grip [Tumultller] Right now you hear me calling out chop or style, please don't wan' do that now wastin' on ya G-shit I know you ain't used to this yo but check this out baby, whatchu think this your wife, this your weed and this your liquor bitch whatchu think that these people can't hold see I'm all about my paper get it what you need it be it's that quality this my prop and you its b-b-b-b-bitch nigga, fuck what you wanna think cuz money and hoes ain't a thing I'm a gangsta so I need not to cross some type of high bitch look I'll blast for you fuckers fence them faggots my other joint is a mack v sent it for dubs I got Satan in my mind and your devil in my thoughts and nigga fuck it bust it for all y'all fake motherfuckers I'm too connected to take the ass out the game Ironic, take my system off the ground and start sellin' records sellin' records - whoo! Artist: Big Tuck f/ Fat B. Dick, Mac Dre Album: Purple Hulk Song: With My Doc Typed by: - ***@***.*** Verse 1: [Fat B.] Talked the same names as the lengends on the daily I was far from normal Fall in my brain from the motherfucking tree I climbed Them old ways and my mind came in from the leaf spring in the summer storm With my old homies that had to stop for the waiter To lunch with Mike He said 'Snitches they turn to devils' When I said fuck them but found my old flow again [B. Dick] This one's for Fat B Who do it decodin' shit like Playstation crunk keep you in time papi, alfredo what's your name computer wrote this game decodin' I'm fat and natural decatur gotcha in my palm ropes and buns balling I'm like a kid with a college pass grab your dick I'm trying to get laid you can't hold my nuts feel the adrenaline feel the pain in my ass like a baby beach freeze doin' day and don't wanna plan a vacation zone to the North pole in the middle of the night with 2 crates on my table.. Chorus: B.B. (x2) Verse 2: Fat B.G In the summertime I'm rollin' with the big teams On the water like a nigga in palm trees (yeah) We like big cars and big chains Hoes like to run they mouth like some kid in Haiti I'm throwin' ======================================== SAMPLE 214 ======================================== lil' ol' niggaz Keep Rick's Force touchin' ya wrist Oh sendin' pictures oh Jesus Christ set me apart I check-in-in-in all theways tragedy ripped My rights got chafed off the jaw with a squeeze My life got burst My daddy got sold It's sad, get no bail Drug war is going miss her career Like Gena, I'm packed with heat Took a plane to Matildas, but shit is cool At the same time big record labels want to buy my records All these record labels wanna see me make a record How sad we end up without respect Ain't no picture for it all, shook like you wit it I gotta take it to the trunk where the poor get slapped Living room is full of me and blast, test this Records are slanged, bomb, syncopated All angry now, wanna know why I'm famous But labels don't want it, they fake ball now Pussy, pussy, pussy this is the deal Spenals are drawn, shell toes I'm paying for that They fake gangstas keep it real, I met a lot of stars Buck, buck, double cup They next week they holler for me in the D I had to show a nigga the cut Now they know when I went to jail And I look in the sky, it's time to recollect I wrote this song for the hood, you, you, you, you I was developin' some mail havin' a vision And I'm revivin' my garden, you know I'm tryna keep it piggable Do you shape me inside? You know I'm livin' it up Do you hustle for scrilla, do it like I can't be broke And do you get paid, do you spit for doolie Dawg, I'm tryna put pennies on your fork I'm from New Orleans, we like the mob That's a bunch of young'ns, we ain't takin' shit It's a lot of money, the hood got We ain't takin' no shit, we just livin' up I was makein' some money for my mama When I was 19, I was shittin' on Daddy Mama was robbin' me, daddy was robbin' me for baby That's just part of the game I never gave a damn, but still I was fucked up And mommy shoulda knew she was broken They wanted to beat her to pay their child's bills Bitch, I'm still gettin' my paper, wheel Lookin' in the mirror I see my two sisters My mama got a broken heart and daddy I was droppin' em Mama was out of your league, you wanted to fuck with my kids I'm a uptown Thang nigga with a gat, pulled up in the range Takin' two shots, thuggin' in the foreign 'til you crash We stars, starvin' is my hobby And I ain't trynna be the man Iettle in and get this dough When I was starvin' I was thuggin' in the mansion When I was trynna make it stranglin' I was shittin' on you And daddy had to ax'n more of you Send the crack back to before I bounced out a clucker And uh, that's just for kicks We had the iceman before the chopper And you was taggin' before you jeans and ggging over money I Remember I was stun'n with the hustlers Shaggin' back a Valour Car, pimpin' the hustlers But I never knew 'em, I suppose... Nigga, did you shoot the cop? Huh, you don't think? Let me put it in your mouth You did them thangs, nigga, like a nigga said But fuck all I said and all I did I didn't even know about the homie But now I'm high like I was Black Christmas Shit got me real trippy [Chorus] [Verse 3: Ace Hood] I swear to God I'd take the wheel if it wasn't for the bounce Yeah, I'd fuckin' sell yay nigga If it wasn't for the crawl nigga Man I'd be trippin' if I know yay niggaz They say it's so hard to live a rap millionaire Oh, you ever think about trying to get a private or a king You ever think about fuckin' die? Even though I know a nigga gon' run ======================================== SAMPLE 215 ======================================== Jarren smells like cologne and animal skin I'm not the one to be played I don't save the day, boy, you can't change the score So do you listen, but pray for your life and don't whore Readjustin feels like yappin Makin a turn without the care of a sinner Remember doin, mind is in the midst of the Divining [Chorus: El-P] The bitter warrior takes everything in between The bigger he is, the harder he'll go Tough guys just won, won't let go The bitter warrior takes everything in between The bigger he is, the harder he'll go Tough guys just won, won't let go [Terrace] I hate a bad kid like Jon Skenys I mean I hate sad kids like Steven Seer But I think of K threat next I wanna slice the future, take control of it So you can shape it, shape it So I can control you, control you So we can wrap it up, let go and when you go So I can release more years than we can manage So stay strong, stay strong Cause I still gotta show my children [Chorus] Artist: 9th Prince f/ Titanic Jam Album: Revenge of the 9th Prince Song: Titanic Jam Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: 9th Prince] Once more, we now, in the embrittle Princess, the mammalicide [9th Prince] Aiyo, I allow the thoughts to escape my mind Pass it through the slaughter spot Emma, your the alpha dog The golden lord, still my nemesis I'm off the chain, no piece of shit I'm off the guaifpha, hold nothing back I'm off the crack, back with the shits Niggas want the Mac and the mac I break your jaw with the fucking jaw was hard for Now don't you forget the nickname The industry is my bitch, I'm 6 foot 4 Wrestlin on the balcony I'm keepin a mirror, I'm glassy grimey And the 9th rib wanna be the shetta [Chorus 2X: 9th Prince] Niggas wanna ride all the way to heaven You better think twice before you walk yourself, nigga Gettin shot all over the place, nigga It's on you, it's on you, it's on you, it's on you Niggas wanna stay on the streets, but the policees ain't What? The 9th Prism [9th Prince] Aiyo, I'm standin in the most high For aPlot Gangstas armed and dangerous They tryna take my chain, or money, whatever They outside the box and I'm rappin Got a whole section about to blow 9th Prism, yo, let's start this Oh! 9th Prince and the Planet of the Apartment With a prison album and I'm 10 years old They made me sleep in a bed with a fan, now that's loud That's fertilizer for your survival on this route And Ap is the next level Verse 1: Aiyo, I let the rhyme shepherd take residence Throwing on and on the battle saw Now when you step on the stage, expect the return of Ap for days Prisoners, I return fire Like a veteran, you should have heard your joint crack I'm approaching the point of no return, no resurrection So I'ma keep on blastin' And escape through the interior, like an Air Force jet Keep livin' today, I'm reaching the point of no return [Chorus 2X: 9th Prince] I'm so far away Love's not what they say it is Deep inside my heart, ain't this crazy? [9th Prince] Aiyo, once upon a time I had a project In the parking lot downtown I met a project And my nigga Monoxide was doin' his bid To take over this project, who would've thought that He'd be on the list They got me out so like "Oh, my God" Had Monoxide in the pepper spray Told Monox, "Know who you foolin'?" Then I'm Murda Murda by Monox Wake up in a big engine, you just a tax payin' off At the party, hunnid (Hello) Stood up in that [?] Another dark spot Another dark place I wish I could ======================================== SAMPLE 216 ======================================== him been selling rap I passed y'all 6 shots I get it in Now make it 9(somebody's layin dead) otten hours in the street Lord bless me I been in the game a long time Ain't never seem nobody made a better working man That's why the hood call me changed man Gotta give a shout out to the ones who work harder God bless my soul and my freedom Got a few things for me at home I got a few things for them in the house And I do right here I pray for happiness for these guys And my niggas if yousies I would have you searched But I am out the hood slang with them'll let you find me Singing these melodies yeah yeah yeah I am feeling what you are Heads open for what you gonna do these will be the best selling point Mama opened your heart like a papaya Pray for you soul without a soul I just don't know when I'm going through some breakdown I keep praying to God I may find someone to take me away But when the stormraise I ain't going home I am so alone without a purpose I am flagrant I don't give a fuck I got to ride for you head first If you have to stop for it like blood stains Show me where the parking is Please don't stop my flow Show me where the cash is Please don't stop my flow Tears running from a soul lost Once theprofits came and gave my soul I had to do six months of planning and six months of love And I came out, and I seen my boy And I thought, why I was so broken And I wanted so much to try to make it right And now, I pray every night that I am away That's when I lose myative true support I figured out really fast, if you keep me and help me move It's not much, if it's a dime to pay the rent How long you thought that I'd be able to last, ahh How long have I been out this door, ahh How long you thought that I'd be able to break? How long you thought that I'd be able to break? How long you thought that I'd be able to break? How long you thought that I'd be able to break? Artist: 311 Album: Don't Tread on Me Song: Getting Through to Her Typed by: AZ Lyrics 5 mile trip to recover from the Bentley The bank accounts are stuffed, they got me, plus Couple thousand for the custom made leather coat The shine in my platinum Jupiter What's gon' pay for these scars on my left What's gonna pay for my daddy What's gonna pay for my kids When I'm gone and they still come through to see us The kid is her intellectual stunted prom lady She ain't rude in the eyes, She's slam jeans and her shirts and her britches Asked me do you consider her intellectual She said I'm finna get this paper She wanna sit up on my elbow She says she's got a bachelor degree A white picket fence, Simples and sh'ts no fence walked, Quiet and composed, I hit her off, say hi to the Miss A-Wine I showed her the A-C-E that I samples I showed her the telephone quote She love it and tell me that she callin She said go talk to your teacher, Man are youredited, for your time you ain't shit She said what's up, you thought I wasn't supposed to pay Papa's gonna pay me back, Your momma's gonna give me head, Your dad's gonna have to burn, Your moms gonna give me pain, But you know I gotta stay, You know I gotta win, So go on my way, Don't burn up your anemic, Keep the faith, you'll figure it out I was out looking for a good girl Papa Pellegrino ain't got nobody there I was out there just trying to hang out That's why I over there, I'm pullin the slugs out I'm gonna tell you what I see, The glass in the road, They don't wanna give us no dap Now have a bird or a dime Just plan it, you heard me? Cause I'm coming to you Now have a clue, see, I'm being felt Like the crapshatch on a cobra, I'm being hid- Don't play, don't ask me ======================================== SAMPLE 217 ======================================== pitch heard, hoping the cops go stupid Cause everywhere is poppin' hot Death to a bitch, the women say hell yeah Rollin' in a large body Anti-Pop Kickin' with it a helicopter, crash landed it Now I'm back to the subject of rocks, The police be checkin' your wack flows Go 'head a pick-up and get your ass hit in Burn you with a write-a, never thought that As a New York native, and I am what's goin' on I've been clean so long, I've been puffin' on the smoke I woke up in the backseat, speeded up, started huggin' the back Pass Out, Coke's in the soda, you lucky I Stay high like Aaliyah, my language is decent Catch me in the sky screamin' Uptown New York [Hook - 2x] Artist: Billy Cook f/ Lil' Wayne, H.A.W.K. Album: The Truth Song: H.A.W.K. (What's Happen To Y'all) Typed by: Lil Hustle (*talking*) Do you know where I live at Hear me Mr. Lover H-A-D [Hook - 2x] H.A.W.K. is the most hated man in New York Everybody know I spit H on cold the Hardest Pit A H.A.W.K. is the lead cheque I'll let ya girl see H Sube, like a movie Billy Cook - H-A-D [Billy Cook] I'm havin' sick friends, they don't take drank away They wanna smoke but they're scared to do it like a pimp Why? 'Cause I'm the T.V.I., and I'm still the T.V.I. I got a Doolian feeling, Bozo - I'm flyunny (they missin') Many niggaz are like mozzelfi Mike Jacks kept from his Wrist Man, like a Moikeller King Coltrane, Marquis missped the troop limousines Flamebean gangsta, not no hooligan Me and my nigga yellow nose Gucci hit the club in a BG with paper pacolim Tell your friends he's hot cause I got his paper cause sometime you get it and other times you don't I'll have your ass smoking on some white chocolate sag up with some red head rida while I send a hit Juve was playing football, I didn't do it for FA it was a hit on my hip, from then on I dissed em Bully nuts where they come from, K-Cari! Downstairs got a room with a view of the kitchen on the first floor is where I practice at D.I. said "Fuck the Big Deep" so once upon a time they made tapes in the cut and when they died, I cried in the studio that's been the theme song ever since I touched a sample ever since I touched a sample, B.M.E. be the word where I profane and I flaunt it cause I'ma shine [Hook - 2x] Billy Cook and Lil' Wayne head to the back seat one side, two side, three side beams Billy Cook be, B.M.E. into three ways H.A.W.K. into four ways [Billy Cook] Now, M on the beats, and OH on the bass The small 6-4, but it came from the chrome See we got our hands made in the castle that we live in There's a reason why they took our swag and how they bagged our bags The reason is the same reason why the law wanna keep us locked The Wagon Sable, is a three piece suit made of wood That's why I remain one Kobe fan Still throw up that game catch a cold one The W and J play on chrome, steady running my game For you to view this play on the court, you have to see this The type of game that you want to see on TV In your home town, you see that they put us on TV You knock me? You knock me? Then what? [Hook - 2x] [Billy Cook] And if your cars hot, you slanging that guap Look how I drove that thang off in L.A. That's a fact (that's a fact), I don't play Do I look like I'm ======================================== SAMPLE 218 ======================================== Southside venom spill prophet piss Took the bitch ass with the windshield windshield sut Buckertudee manslaughter: pistol pistol flip this A nigga so blinded byThird World outlook this This shit isFront (With the glassy grill!) This shit isFront (With the glassy grill!) [Verse One] The notion that a Third World nation dwells on the Chainrich Lays next to a horseshoe tossing true cross Detroit, Michigan, not a Bronsonello or a full Hot 97 set Door money, open bibbing blinging Made love in the Florida Keys,nor City Down A handful of hoes in a Jeep With 20 gold teeth wearing dingy Suede codes red on a boat trip home With no care or respect, homegirls could touch me Catch me fishing out a lake, let me get some Or hold me down in a carseat This is not a burner for the Paper G Money This is a stepchild bornulent Sopping wet pussy in my motel room Though I'm 24 years old I say bitch bitch bitch Hug clip, dip, leave you toe rings where O'Douls is Homie I'm that personifying female Due to college degrees and lap dances I'm mesmerized by the woman With the body you in With the guns you sold I gave her 50 for the first place I took her And the toast you spit You was chillin in the Penn But she said she wont settle So I brought the Arowown-born's porridge Around and my ghetto star put a gun to the Rolls And my ghetto star put a gun to the Rolls And my ghetto star put a gun to the Rolls... Artist: Dre Dog (Andre Nickatina) & Equipto f/ Equipto Album: Gun-Mouth 4 Hire: Horns and Halos, Vol. 2 Song: Boxcar Fuckin' Typed by: ***@***.*** [Andre Nickatina] My Grandma always sent me these jewels All candy, but the one I had These cocks Just to put in my ghetto star [Equipto] Nigga' I'm like crack or cocaine Get it head all up When you fuckin' with me When you fuckin' with me [Andre Nickatina] Shootin' at ya head with a spinning hammer All in the above 4 shots 3 shots with a dot That's my baby And you know just what I mean [Equipto] Come on baby You know that I'm for real You'll do anything and give anything I get off on it girl And I use the whole night You told me so [Andre Nickatina] And you tellw e a poem Ficoes and words that I recieve I used to wear a full clip And now I keep it ghetto grace Cause I'm switch floatin' like Harley Davidson The way I'm twistin' the trees You know the mood is comin' from the street You know by the color of the cup You know by the way that I resist Cause I'm tryin' to handle biz and make my money I'm called high as an arbezully I'm callin' your ass cause I ain't did it yet Cause it's gonna take more than that to thrash this track This is raw and you get a jamp' Jamp' if you want it [Andre Nickatina] My Grandma was the head of our street And I would get money whenever I could She taught me not to play hard And I don't want your sit-ups and slow-ups Man she don't play at all I want a shortbus or a taxi She said I couldn't cause a blunt to smell like weed, uh [Equipto] jackers like bums I learned longStrange(?) Like longNeck and a Tum Tum Tum You can find my stacks Playboy all around the hood And around the world And I heap it down Bless your soul If you need it All along you bums Gotta like that shit Get that right baby Ever since a kid We parlayed it got a nickname Like pimp walkin' on the strip We was both the doggy school We were the doggy school, yeah [Andre Nickatina] Mr.Rap's on the set baby He pumps my stick Then he toss it baby That ======================================== SAMPLE 219 ======================================== blood That's whoid mi heart so you proceed Sometime mi chest uncaronly yes But you can't stop di heart From yours an you have to have mi heart [Benanceista Diren (Shu-Sha-Sha-Shn' butt naked woman)] She is one of the sharpest ( sharpest ) lowranger Simple mind she thinks she is fine But she is in di danger pon di road She doesn't have any food stamps And she still can't prove she got a job She said my husband's on welfare Well Mr. President just wonder Why Ms. veil you Cuz you malcolm X And even though you Pai doesn't respect em) Pai don't understand her Coddle you while abuse di program Ms. silence you [Q-Unique] The obama tried to spin a picture But didn't spin the frame the picture was a mirage The granny go wild cause she knew you would Na na na na na maybe just a part of her Will she live in saner sin When you smoke and no mind, baby whatever The obama tried tell smoke The people's love she know man nah The people's love she know man nah The people's love she know man Is she a she Is she a she Is she a she Is she a she Is she a she Is she a she [Repeat] [Chorus] [Verse 3] Miss my ex-girl now I'm back This time I'm coming back to find her She don't wanna be found like that But she should be looking for someone who would Make a meeting, have him come back If heSince she been with someone else She ain't even gotta pay for the way that she going down Or the price of living Probably ain't nobody teach her It's up to me In the long run it's up to me In the long run it's up to me In the long run it's up to me (repeat the last verse) Artist: Baco Exu do Blues Album: The Blueallionello Song: transfer to me Typed by: ***@***.*** I'm Maeda Dime, you're myointed Let me take you to the center of the universe Show you the cycle and why most girls can't see me Show you the struggle to maintain Without a doubt I've been watchin' you all summer Survival tactics, I treat you like a queen Not too nice or romantic, just straight cannibal And ridiculous Cause you're way too stupid or moral To even get across my vision It's not realistic, it's an all purpose gimmick Inclusion, I have no hesitation Hold my ground, I won't lose Not for you, not for them, and their children The man who has no chance is you Let's transfer to the future I'm Maeda Dime You're myointed I'mema Dime, let's go [Baco Exu-Dutch] I'm Maeda Dime, you're myointed Hittin' you right in the middle like dear God Like if you were here in the past You would be takin' me deep inside Thinkin' to myself while I'm talking That I'm the only one like dear God So clear can see that I'm fine I got heavenly vibes and I'm just glad I got the white boy Zo! [Baco Exu-dame] I'm Maeda Dime, you're myointed Let's go Hang out, hang out In the studio, drinks drinks drinks Wands got them hands open And that's hands that will get you high, and that's hands that will hit you Now open up your eyes Suck and you'll get served Smoke and you'll get your dick sucks A mighty mighty mighty mighty mighty mighty mighty mighty mighty mighty mighty mighty mighty mighty (Chorus) [Baco Exu-dame] She is my temple And I worship her But stop me from having sex first Artist: Baco Exu do Blues Album: The Blueallionellovation 2 Hundred (S) Song: The Blueallionellovation Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Chorus x2] My little brotheraldo is ready He'll take you to the moon left With a ride ======================================== SAMPLE 220 ======================================== +No leaves, only Breakers do trees Stay true like the preacher preach to them Live your life to the fullest, find yo' groove on Ya'll need to step up or miss the class Yeah it's kinda crazy what the motive is You got to have a motive before you can be a killer And I'm a nigga like that even though I'm a nice guy You open my club up, and I'm there sayin leave that bitch Already know what happens when you do that A lot of girls don't can fuck but just some'ing gone change [Hook 2x: Rob Sonic] You gotta be a king you got to break your hearts Don't act like you loving them hoes Get caught up in the grove, aww yeah You got to be a king you got to break your hearts Get caught up in the grove, aww yeah [Big Steve] I'm from a day care home, Willie Mays home He got a lazy big poodle and a white running ball Got a map with a carton of clothes He put a quarter in the jar and it's the mean Terrible lonely streets and it's evil living He got a big old dog but he a pitbull He full of lies but he a pitbull He look like a little boy with a big mouth He wear old clothes but he full of ice [Hook 2x] {*Scooby traps and snitches*} Artist: Big Tuck f/ Skooly Album: Purple Hulk Song: U Niggaz Can't Do Typed by: Lil Hustle (*talking*) Yeah I'm back in this bitch, niggaz can't do this I guess that's why you feelin this shit [Big Tuck] You been rappin my shit for years can't fuck with this The second you trip and call I'm gone call your phone Quit tryin to rush you A white cup, a sloppy cup, a45 sack a sloppy 6 Let me know, don't try to fuck with my place St Louis, bitch, what's up with that? [Hook: skooly] You niggaz can't do, what they tryna do Well you gotta be a god damn, King of the jungle [Big Tuck] I be the big digo, the big digo The big digo, the big digo The big digo, and the big digo The people know, I'm so The people know that I been trying to get rich While niggaz stayed in line (Hell naw) You knew you'd seen me in the street With my big greenthuck, and the little 5-0 And the lil 5-0 got a time bomb on that ride That shit be killer (doors) They wanna see that shit But the people know, you already did [Hook: skooly] You niggaz can't do, what they tryna do Well you gotta be a god damn, King of the jungle [Big Tuck] I'm stealing boats, I'm blasting rappers up out of South America Put a bitch on the moon, from Colombia and Peru The map'stelling me something I didn't know about (yup) Yup, you don't really know Out of over seas and wonderful open ocean Out of this hell dimension, ain't nothing typical Do not reach my goals but they'll reach ya Do the dash but you can't do the drive And you'll end up getting burnt like aannie I don't been shy when it come to games I been through the wreckless benz is much smoother Cassius, no rumble Bitch I'maccomplice, myasminary chakus Straight out the gate like Adani Keep it resourceful, you can't stop me Rappers gon hate when I'm freshening up The room resets to a crescendo I'm throwing my shit like Oklahoma Straight up and down, I'm not giving a fuck About these raps, these raps About these raps, these raps About these raps [Big Tuck] I'mushing this pile of shit Running through corners getting cream With the Mac to your mouth, giving it throat Got more bars in my litter box than I had in my coat Big wheels on the Range, Prowler pipes Hoes on the block, getting big ready Stack it up throw it up and I'll be done to the floor Niggaz ======================================== SAMPLE 221 ======================================== est moments Fucked up your bitch when she thought you my Honey And I only fuck up hoes with my Polo It's a beautiful thing you do to make me hungry Hoes that love when I get in their Ford Then break up my plunies, I take off everything But there's more to it, than just sex and love Ladies listen if you [???] FEVER You ain't straying from the literature This is real love and real games Passionate, really, devine House needs a bath, its muddy Camron keep a friend, you will soon find Cats being chicanas really need a bath People need to step up if you want to keep up I keep my hand on the swans, don't forget The system's going crazy, really G Better get the hand of a realist A suitable man is something I feel free to put my feet up in my Jackman The system's ran out of gas, so can'tfa yearball [None of y'all niggas is [???] Please.] (Don't aww niggas) [Please.] Saturday night, she woke up at night Playing Marcellus Must be watching Star Wars Friday night, pooped up under the bridge Friday night, came home and tried to fight all night Sunday morning, she checked her beauty secrets The man was handsome, she knew that Franky'd be mine Friday night, woke up at night With balls and a bowl full of nuts It was Saturday morning She gave birth about two hours early The morning dove Price had taught her to play The big dick bush couldn't catch It got harder, the tunnel crumbled The little round Lamborghini into three Taurus One was a pool table with the water set it on fire The other one on a cliff, with a clock on the wall Rusted hook and sink a Clan tunnel into oblivion Daybreak, I met my last God One, too bad, didn't die, oh, please Too many todays in a nigga tree Put my name in the grass, I be with the cabbage If I die before I wake This dick will give me a sun bump If I had a life right now, I'd pull and spray the whole block My ex-girl told me "Don't worry, money won't kill me" Had a tough hand, she called my paparazzi the right way Dayroom might slip, but they don't never let go Rookie nigga dreamt, but it never came to pass If it had a man who could step up, he would surely be a God If it had a king with a style like Quaseyh, then me too Man it's a damn shame to fall the stars twice Once in the mornin' to the beat of my drum Six in the mornin' to the beat of my drum And then I'ma blackout these suckers for the show Man I'm dying of thirst, I'm dying of spirit I'm dying of music, I'm dying of everyone (I'm dying of you and me and them and me and them and me and them and me) It's just the same ol' thang Chorus repeat Artist: Angel Haze Album: Dirty Gold Song: Exposed Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Intro] Ayo, I was floating down a boat on the sand It was hard to stay afloat and keep my head above the whizzards I couldn't see the day I would go to war at night if I tried, but I wasn't tryin I had to watch the sun rise And the moon down below To my own weight and not the lucifer v2 The unbreakable three I had my hands on a blue moon and a fresh pair of moccasins But I ain't gonna do it I couldn't see it And I wasn't built for this So I felt I was lucky to be alive And that's how I broke the odds Ayo, One Time had to be dropped in Ayo, Hop on the wip in I'm sittin on top of the block And I grew up way before the program was even made Ayo, It wasn't even on the station But they kept an ear to the ground Until I broke their nylon strangle hold I said my prayers for the creation of Y2K But this is Tyra Banks for the mind Live in New York and I'm a G till the day I'm gone I used to grill my mind Like wires ======================================== SAMPLE 222 ======================================== s Album: Jaise Mercienae Song: La Cosa Escalante Typed by: AZ Lyrics La Cosa Escalante, matrimony Escalante baby La tierra del America Ella le beguante la retaos No se va a la paz Cuando estoy contigo [Bridge] How are you for my ladies? I got enough love to live long Your life is not a joke, Juan I will need survival So sleep when the monster attack [Chorus] Don't lie I'm for my husband, it's a party there Don't lie I'm for my husband, it's a wedding there This is for my husband This is for my husband, it's a wedding there Ain't been no rotten thing Man, I love nobody Smair didn't get old, this for my husband My honey said, "You are fancy" Juan Ima bring them things This is my first love I will come when you mood This is my first love Don't know how to love Ima show you the truth [Chorus] [Verse] I am for lovers Who need to receive peace of heart Before I have to fall in love You have to trust me If you need someone to keep me from dying And I'm a say this time: your my love You are something beautiful Something special That no one saw So forget the fake I didn't need your word, my word? I said my word? So you know why you never listened You're my angel, I say her name She said, yes she does You never heard a word of my sermon I'm my simile, only God can judge me [Bridge] Why would I try when I know it's coming soon? Why would I try when I know it's coming soon? Why would I try when I know it's coming soon? Why would I try when I know it's coming soon? Why would I try when I know it's coming soon? Why would I try when I know it's coming soon? Why would I try when I know it's coming Soon? Why would I try when I know it's Coming Soon? Why would I try when I know it's Coming Soon? Why would I try when I know it's Coming Soon? Why would I try when I knew it was coming Soon? Artist: Angel Haze Album: Dirty Gold Song: Vinyl Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Verse 1] You see when you look so hard you wanna be a star But you got no how gimme the keys to go in thrills But your girlfriends want the same things you wanna be (Enough?) And Jordan is like a stallion and my T.V.'s gon stall This rap is too slow and you can't even speak A rapper probably snortin but he still calls you old news Haters gon hate and bitch but you not hatin Why the fuck you think I think and you so out-tem and I'm out-tem I'm so pissed off but I'm so great like Ike I came from the gutter and they gave me tissue I gotta people to save but you gotta come damn to me And you gotta disappear before I leave with a nigga And I ain't gonna say shit until my shades fold (let's go) [Chorus] Or I sit there and read out a verse and then I call toxic And I've got to tell you what you're gonna get you won never want smoke This shit is so toxic I'm gonna take the whole world and makecho I'm gonna take the world and makecho [Verse 2] Met the grimiest oceans between Uranus and Neptune Out of sight it's fight or flight tryna win the war And I'm damned if we let you win it ain't the same at making movies My little cousin Ruth's Rucker I'm harmon's big And only a little nigger like us can make this fight last So I run home sling my gun and punch you in your face And I lay you flat on your back start walking You read your diary till it gets hot chill with your brothers And they're all running and can't catch a break And I hope you're all right even if you got a heart full of pain And I hope you drop your ass tonight as soon as you hear this song [Chorus] Or I sit and read out a verse and then I call toxic And I've got ======================================== SAMPLE 223 ======================================== yourself Through hate you'll burn into my black hole You try to calm me down with your Hailey I stare down at the sky you want me to take myyack You wanna come back to find his lost niece? Deep in thought you put me through a lot of nonsense You the man to take me away but you're the only one who makes me feel Like I can only survive when I they give me a chance I'm your Pliski every time I close my eyes You the only one that knows me better than you can know and that's more than can be said You're mine, I had the whole world waiting Like a knot in your turnbuckle Your heart is loosing mileage I'm giving you my last dime So as long God has grated his ace You're my shining disc of salt Your bleaching disc of salt You're my shining disc of salt You're part of the wealth Justrising, alright let it rain Let it rain boy (Let it rain boy) Let it rain boy (Let it rain boy) Oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh Artist: 311 Album: Don't Tread On Me Song: Getting Through to Her Typed by: AZ Lyrics Getting through to her Getting through to her Getting through to her Every night she said, I told you this evening won't we go on But I'm not having that, I'm breaking you down Each morning as she slept her body would've felt cold and empty Inuations I touched were tense And I said I'm tired of being held down Will she feel what I'm saying? Oh yeah Will she feel what I'm saying? I put my hand around her shoulder I'm hoping that she understands Before I'm forced to give in here I know what I'm walking through her mind She's hurting from the desire Thinking 'bout getting past everything She's hurting from the wish she's thinking Should I do it? Will I do it? Will I do it? Artist: Angel Haze Album: Don't Know It (Mixtape) Song: Are You Human Typed by: AZ Lyrics We're in a galaxy far, away But you look at me and you're proud Of your skin or the way you move I did it for you this morning I didn't say? I mean no disrespect But I got props from the crowd It's a lot of bands coming out like this I did it for the setting This is nothing political My name is no occupation All I do is perform All I do is perform Shout it out loud I didn't just say it I didn't just say it band practice Slide the window down No one outside Cus when you ride you feel tense Numb your whole body with motion All the time I wanted you Thinking to myself Thinking to myself If I should kiss you or press close on you Or I should take one breathe Or I will go insane Thinking of the worst Thinking of the worst We're in a galaxy far, away But you look at me and you're proud Of your skin or the way you move I did it for you this morning I didn't say it I didn't just say it All of the time Played a game of spades We play a round of save the moves practice for the vixens We do the talkin All of the homework Play the game of riddim We do the sellin Confessions, the talkin All of thearks the dealers and the mark mics We're making it A lot of money And we don't give a fuck If I could touch your soul I'd just either make you feel all deceased Leave you in a hell on the pavement Then kiss you on the cheek And tell you, this is the truth No sir, don't stare Cause I'ma go on a mission I'm ready to bust We're in a galaxy far, away But you look at me and you're proud Of your skin or the way you move I did it for you this morning I didn't say it I didn't just say it All of the galaxy Across the sky But I look at your skin And you feel it comin' to life Like a flash in the eye We're in a galaxy far, away But you ======================================== SAMPLE 224 ======================================== Stretching to the left to get rid of the superficial leaning I drop the focus, while I step, step up to the occassion Equal balance in the universe All with more pizzazz then state dinners Five grand will get you pricks notes from the zany Look, I'll never forget I am you, nothing's ever had the same affect But if I drop a crumb in your lungs, that's a goddamn surprise [ convos in background ] [console mixer ] What is con@? [pitbull] Yo, let me get a beat homie,pitbull... [console mixer] What is that my track? [Akrobatik] Yo, pretty please, don't go wobbly LikeKY jelly, stay easy LikeKY jelly, stank can I get a beat? [Mad Child] C'mon, yo, we gonna get it like this [C-Note - 2x] All up and ready to throw it out Eastside, all up and ready to throw it out Evil tentacles wanna get at me [Movie-Vision] I ain't got time to be fucking around Ain't got the time to be fucking around All up in the building, searching for the bud Can't find a rock, and I'm fucking down here hoping All hope is not lost in translation [Break - C-Note] Don't try to fake it, for the moment When you find it, be hopeful Don't try to fake it, for the moment When you find it, be hopeful [Break - C-Note] Don't try to fake it, for the moment When you find it, be hopeful Don't try to fake it, for the moment When you find it, be hopeful [Outro - Akrobatik - talking] You know what? Even though it's like watching coordinates or coordinates or coordinates, it's still all up in the air You know what? It's all love, love Love, love It's love, love It's love, love It's love, love It's love, love It's love, love Make an improvement, make an improvement Your skills and your minds and your hearts Make an improvement, improvement Your skills and your minds and your hearts Make an improvement, improvement Your skills and your minds Oh, I... [Outro - C-Note - 2x] You know what? Even though it's like watching coordinates or coordinates or coordinates, it's still all up in the air You know what? It's all love, love Love Love Love Love Love Make an improvement, make an improvement [unidentified woman] Oh dunny, what's up? Ah, yeah, let me know Ah, yeah, uh dunny [Cutler Brother] Do you know macaroni sold them in the mall? Here's a piece, uh, of advice You only get one, so get yourself Won't let your kids work for five You can't work here tomorrow, you can't go tomorrow [Cutler Brother] You know what? tomorrow's gonna be the same shit You know what? Stay here Mike [Cutler Brother] We're gonna push, we're not gonna back We're gonna throw, we're not gonna throw back We're gonna ask, we're gonna break, we're gonna jump We're gonna tell, we're gonna tell, what you know [unidentified woman] Oh dunny, run that motherfucker for help Oh yeah, put that motherfucker down for me, I'm gonna help [Cutler Brother] I'm finally home, I'm gonna make it tonight I made it but I made it through the bullshit in the past It might have to move, but here's the deal, you betta [Each] [Macarulation] If you want your dolleels to love you then please remainder six six Present ======================================== SAMPLE 225 ======================================== iano Music from the north, south, east, west wings to all our bases Guided flight, wide spectrum, what's cool is I drop bombs, plus fabrics and fabrics of mass public enemy, blow the trial to smurfs And watch them Queens day to day on TV But I never read more than a dream in a pole dancer Transmission, focus, what's a crime light? When the lens starts to click, the cams go blank Until the next time... "One two, wassup?" - pa, what? "The outcome is clear!" *DJ Richie Rich cuts* "All Crowns" like the Kool-Kinn' and 'ces .. now let me take time to drop some "Xannies" Let's take a trip down memory lane memory lane, June 9, '79 May-MaySchool split DNA Maybach Music, '83 album cover Now in '88, got a jiggy-bar sack of Jack I "Press Everything To Live's" "What's the deal?" Ex-girlfriends I used to tell you that How "The One's Flippin'", how some jerk pass Shit, I tried to keep up but he don't wanna see me starve And you can't live to talk and fuck because it's sex What's a love story? That's a sex song I give you some music to take with me And you can sue me if you want, but nope, here's some hemp Habrastas... "Press everything to live" "that's the label I'm in" "that's the label I'm in" "Press everything to live" "that's the label I'm in" [Esoteric] Now I wasinent of puss and public Enemy Spitting all types of type shit to get my thought out You ain't talkin' thug if you ain't use your third eye What are the chances I splatter When I tell you the man better have a warning Don't step to me with that warning Talk your shit Tell the raps what you're wearing Then fuck your job You don't need that Ridin' back and act sick and throw up Tell that freak to leave You don't need that Tell that freak to touch your toe Then buy a home You don't need that Tattoo your ass Have you on a shirt You don't need that "Press everything to live" "that's the label I'm in" "that's the label I'm in" "Press everything to live" "that's the label I'm in" "Press everything to live" "that's the label I'm in" [DMX] Tell em what they're talking ta "Press gear to live" "Press gear to live" "Press gear to live" "Press gear to live" "that's the label I'm in" Yup They give you whole albums from '93 until now" I [Esoteric] Back in '92 when I was living proof I broke the bone in your kneecap like a crab bite Got incarcerated for crimes less than my parents Archived and shit, let the coroner remerence You can not scream it no your gas and your toilet grace So survive, survive Back in '93 when I was living proof I broke the bone in your kneecap like a crab bite Got incarcerated for crimes less than my parents Archived and shit, let the coroner remerence You can not scream it no your gas and your toilet grace So survive, survive "Press gear to live" "Press gear to live" "Press gear to live" "That's the label I'm in" Yup They gave you whole albums from '93 until now" [DMX] Yeah KXing, that's sick of this Sick of this session shit Sick of this Black Eyed Peas who's the fucking shizzit Yup, sick of being sick Sick of being sick Sick of the session shit "Press gear to live" [x3] "Press gear to live" "Press gear to live" "Press gear to live" Artist: Esoteric f/ Tech N9ne Album: Speaking Real Words Song: Doctor Nik Chase Typed ***@***.*** [Esoteric] Yo thanks for coming by muthafucking however you watch ======================================== SAMPLE 226 ======================================== with the dick and my dick is often paid But I sneak checks from the pay slips from the glamourous injections That's how I know the hit never peep the verse androtten things My canvass is full of tattered bills and catalog hoes Stuck like the cold warrents of a broken home Some got shot at close range and some below average These are the Q's who get bugged by my tactics I chalks you up and toss bats at heart and drink sweat milk I'll be working ya in my office until Dawn But all that could mean is the service of Dark Side When July 4 becomes Native American as I Call myself the electric artsblock Artist: B.B.D. (Bell Biv Devoe) Album: Poison Song: Poison Typed by: ***@***.*** [Michael Bivins] Yeah, Spiderman and Freeze in full effect [Ronnie DeVoe] Uh-huh [Ricky Bell] You ready? [DeVogue] I'm ready [Ricky Bell] We ready [DeVogue] I'm ready [Ronnie DeVoe] Yeah [TMV] More so yeah [Ronnie DeVoe] Yeah [TMV] More so yeah [DeVogue] More so yeah [Ricky Bell] More so yeah [DeVogue] More so yeah [Ronnie DeVoe] Yeah [PGD talking] Weenie boy from New Orleans You know what it is Can't turn my shit into sound w/ sounds of ? You know what it is Can't turn my shit into sound w/ sounds of ? I'm still trying to come up off of the ground Rockin' Rag-Top gear Meanin' I've been representing since nine 9th grade I always wanted to do it but, the time was so far away I had dreams of come up on the scene but I had to wait It's time to get dirty on the ground Be a master not a slave in the game I learned from the past G I tried to be anyone tryna stand in its place My quest took me along It taught me desert eagle ink So I'm still here [Chorus] I used to say Never gonna stop, gimme it's only so I could Now I do it, want it just as much as a habit some? I'm up on the track, sittin' here hurt like hurt Now I do it, free sometimes [BM] Waze Was hoping to Get some People Together Do it this way I'll make it (I'm an out and you're in) Work it out Oh, you must be Lil' mama I figured that out though (Oh I was hoping that out By random, cause I had my own little plan Out and I alone got bigger and bigger By accident, I had a little extra Even so, I was ballin' All alone with no memory of what we went through If I'd kept it one year you would have been an out and done man Never, ever taking the time out berate when we was late It's a shame, how a brother's take it That's one reason why, I give a fuck Why me? Oh I'm just tryna get a little bit more One hundred One hundred One hundred [chorus] Live It (Live It) Oh you gotta let him Live It (Live It) Why me? Oh I'm just tryna Get a little bit more (Hey) One hundred (Hey) One hundred (Hey) [BM] OOMP you gotta let him Get Them (Get 'em) One hundred (Hey) One hundred (Hey) One please [TM] Do you remember you? Do you think about what I died fuckin' for? Do you want to bleed for me? I know it's a hard job, gotta learn to hustle Lost a good many of my loved ones, I'm up late looking for someone to watch Got played by the government, the game is so distorted All I want is a level of play so I'm all by myself So no matter where you are, even in auggle I know you're up there just for attention Should I tell you what it is? Or do I have to be merciful? That's the only option, no It's a stupid life to chose, it's a tangled web It's a tangled mess ======================================== SAMPLE 227 ======================================== It's safe to say it's all x's in the dutch A ticket bought and I'm still works I moved to Miami now living in LA That's a no-no, I hate the masses who fall So I look to Beelow for spring motivation A noogie, no rieu el telio Shorty should go to the studio Tpa tres cuatro Pa la pervierto ca vida No te arrepentir y los pillo, que no el buCo agressivo Solo se activa coombe Coombe mas algo Alls presentrophe mas un otro son tiempo Me acerco quiere el buco,ito me creco En su que creco, esto es un otro rigatores Es un otro rigatores, tu ahi van fate A llegarlo, doubla queAno No se activa coombe No se activa coombe No se activa coombe No se activa coombe Coombe No se activa coombe No se activa coombe No se activa coombe Coombe Deship jivers por Allah a lo que esta casa a porra Necesitan a toda los dejas me entiendame Los pitbullsito los firing Es mi vida hora de que esOrio Dj echopeia estan' me to loco porque gritos Dj echopeia muy cannon sur por que un creo Pero truquos de envolverte Abre la catura a la opa de borrache Le gusta hacerte que siempre tudarla Aja No se activa coombe No se activa coombe No se activa coombe No se activa coombe Coombe No se activa coombe No se activa coombe No se activa coombe No se activa coombe No se activa coombe Artist: Alexis y Fido Album: La Esencia Song: Alpo Eiht Typed by: AZ Lyrics Viele Reis es ogenaums Entiendes hittis seid Ruben el mega rhyme Von me difes Ja no me temblar como ti Lo que yo sonho caviar Pa' que los dias mio ehhh Como si fuera el pinole Que yo siempre hagan conozcas Lejo una fuga peroque sem saber Que yo siempre lo que tu esta malo Jit tu noe Soy una sensate malo Fido tu eres gringa Gringa hen chuhenqu' Sling salgas Yah! Fido tu eres gla�go Pa' que te amortigues Pa' ella vengo esta crea Y yo soy el disco Ahora saber para le gusta fiera Y empre la tele zona Tsac en el motor (Yo soy bien, bien) Fido tu eres gla�go Pa' ella vengo esta crea Ya yo se en fue los mas originales amphibian y polvo de la tele te devorente a la gente a la esencia Homeo en posion de respeita amphibian y polvo rocka soy que pase la pista soy de amortala Oh-oh-oh Se que squadron a la tienta que no vuela Alocate la burra de mesas ganas En la disco vuela conmigo Te imagino es victima Vente ahora las movimientos; viento disparos vamo' pa' la esa gente le dente loco por jaguetura vamo' pa' la esa gente le dente loco por los dos sabes que esto siempre sale oyes queremos reservation conmigo [Q-Unique] Low brim shadow, low shadow, dime with no lip yo wrap dripping down bitch I'm dripping inches Que becaishing, a beauty with the skin so wet heating up niggas with the high frequency heat up ======================================== SAMPLE 228 ======================================== singer Sis in the back twice plus the bass in the chorus Cop like to tell the kid that She's a bad girl Had to write but she do flow She's a red fever topic She's a love story topic She's a love story topic Artist: 7L & Esoteric Album: The Soul Purpose Song: Play it Cool Typed by: ***@***.*** [ VERSE 1: Esoteric ] I'm a cool cat, needles like confetti My rap diction is swell, you don't know the half I devour treats, parties are always empty You askin 'em ' have you ever seen a live? I get loose and flow like the Mississippi river Espics are swift cause I'm quick to scritch You get smacked 'cause your style's... plain, yo I come off rocky, rap has skills likerose Don't press me or try cause I'm much sharper You wanna know what I rap - (Play it, drop it) [ VERSE 2: Esoteric ] I'm wildin out like a banded up OGs My rhyme's so sick I eat 'em like hot dinner meat Watchin bows and flows like the BeeGee I spit raw, fall in love when I curd Niggas suck cause I share My approach is automatic, spit it like it's some weed Fuck a fight I sit back like Acemoje Niggas get ass who dis Ice-T Bring storms that make the gats move Till they learn toawed on how to act Yeah, you snagged me, you can't fuck with me The B-Boy, come through bangin I have you screamin "Where the fuckin at?" It's like you had a felony Snuck a zip thru the chrome nine times Now you're squabbin on your forehead The homie Ant Money Mayweather My gun isimate to blast you You get'cha And you saw him when he spaz in a hail of shots And rocked you like a M&K Now you'se a ho Don't yo' mama got the four four The homie Jame, yo' bitch got OA Why you don't wanna talk to me? You got yo mama scared she'll come find you And even though, you milkin' out I go hard for this dough, it's laid back When I approaches yo' crib to check up on an AK But leave you in his carefree (ahh) Sittin on some blue books (Oh, I forgot those) Learn from the past, it's foul to spit (it's dangerous) So, yo, come wit it [ VERSE 3: Esoteric ] The aim's him standin back (Yo Kwastrow, I killed him) The snub niggas back (Yo, about to flip him) The plans unfold like tha guns come out I blew em open like a chunk to the head Got his name on the door like a assignment Catch wind through the Internet You can't take yo' dome blowin (oh no) Take this L.A. You can't be me (nope) How does that feel, though? (thats that) Yeah, nobody does it like this (aah) [ VERSE 4: Q.B. ] Beatnuts is like a motherfuckin army (AHH) Always talkin bout we in the streets, not in the (AHH) Used to be a click fulla the (AHH) Then a click fulla white Gotschshits (Do you feel me?) Ye, you ain't got nothin standin for here Alot of these suckas thinkin I'm bout to lose here And I lost and I ain't gonna call the police, now (now) I put nothin but hate in this sound (AHH) Anybody who hit me don't miss the funeral (AH) Cuz he didn't hit it so well [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 5: Q.B. ] I'm crackin dreams like a solider named 'Statik Selektah' Fools wanna take my life, I'll stake 'em like the Almighty And thoughts of finish me live expire tough like an Krylon Defragatin flows like I'm 'Positive' for the kinetic energy (Wassup?) Man against the wall, with the radical weapon and we are the Killah Priest Who generate light trillion upon trillion feels To the ======================================== SAMPLE 229 ======================================== Outwith you and, if, you're alone Then I suggest that you check out the new one But what if I skip over the past Tell me what in the world knocked out the mike And left me motionless But is there anyone out there that could point the finger? Probably not But write this a while for you, come and be the one Intellectual materialism, I despise myself And I'd hate myself if I didn't exist Don't matter what the case say I harbor the positive energy To help me get off the matrix Without knowing whether or not suffering I hate myself, I hate you If you're gone I'd love myself If I need you I could find you If I tell myself something I don't know how I'd feel In the long run, I say this is true If my father amused me he said That, obseveilling poppycock with a pipe bomb I say let the past never be drowned I hate myself, I hate you If you're gone I'd love myself If I need you I could find you If I tell myself something I don't know how I'd feel In the long run, I say this is true If my father amused me I'll teach you I said one two-three In the long run, I will succeed me If my father amused me I'll teach you I will never need you In the long run, I say this is true If my father amused me I'll teach you I will never need you Funny how things end up In the end we'll all be Human But not like Stuck on after two Two In the long run, I say this is true If my father amused me I'll teach you I said one two-three In the long run, I will succeed me If my father amused me I'll teach you I will never need you Artist: Dan The Automator f/ Nathanalia Album: A Betrayal With Basis Song: Forever Lost & Found Typed by: ***@***.*** [Chorus] If you see me, then where you gon' go Stay down and find you Then where you gon' go, run and hide you There's a choice, of four things that's gonna make you chose And it's not because of what I've seen It's because I've been cold and I'm - cold in the heart I'm gonna take it back, so each one can see [Verse 1] Grandma always told me stay away But Is it my destiny, I'm trying to carve this song See I may have abandoned you, but you'll be far away And mommy told me when to stay home and baby let go I've been lookin for a babysitter for all my rocker's I've been?] close to the edge, I don't know where I'm goin I'm on my own, and I'm accustomed to call when I'm cuttin I'm just in trouble and moms told me it's neva feelin Like if I say I know something its cause I really don't Hopefully, but not always present a buster like a parent If you want a family I dont believe you, well you better ask somebody I saw evidence, told you it wouldn't matter if i could That's what I did, but I'm a fool cuz I know it can't happen to me That's what I know, and that's what I'm about, I'll try [Chorus] If you see me, then where you gon' go Stay down and find you Then where you gon' go, run and hide you There's a choice, of four things that's gonna make you chose And it's not because of what I've seen It's because I've been cold and I'm - cold in the heart I'm gonna take it back, so each one of you can see [Verse 2] Grandma always told me stay away But I've been lookin for a babysitter for all my rocker's I've been fuckin with strangers, went to sleep without even awakeness My babysitter told me to stay strong and pick up the phone After two or three days, couldn't find one to call I called her on her name and her half? That's the same of mine She had a child with a job, nothin was right with me So I pick up the phone, hear a strange knock at the front door The child's hair was gray, her nails were all black She ======================================== SAMPLE 230 ======================================== razer Gorrow Stop this How you going to school me I'll lock you in the bedroom (One time) I told you once before That I'd never leave you like this That I'd rather keep it all inside on me That's minutes worried for if you leave a message saying let's go Baby this is complicated It's four seasons with the breeze in my blue-eyed blue eyes I can't cry when the sun bleeds Don't cry Or mama mama, mama I can't wait, baby But I'm erasing Artist: Aloe Blacc Album: Good Things Song: Mama Hold My Bitch Typed by: AZ Lyrics Mama, hold my bitch You can put that ass in back and keep it in position for marriage Well I made it, now I'm going to use it talaq to my advantage Haters, they can't see, so I got on my knees and start singing This is a diary of a black mack boo From a house full of muck ho's And a crew of munchies that's will and good muthafuckas Go and find your girl, and Papa Faragha The minister before you, before you brought my son to church This is a dagger in your maddadame, it's a life sentence In this orange carrying material, I'm watching you sink Down to my do', mama hold my bitch Chorus: Mama, hold my bitch (I can't have her) I wanna put my dick in her stomach (ie yo, this is a diary) Ain't nobody gonna eat from that place (I can't have her) That ass gon' get some fettica (ie yo, I can't have her) Cause I'm a mama's boy (you know mama's boy, yeah) Momma keep a bitty (ie, that's a fact) And I'm not Jim-iem-iho (Him why) Him just a punk-toy Momma told you mackin' is trifling (yeah) I'm the captain of this jag Rappin' and a father I'm givin' these muh'fuckas the blues (It's a diary of a mama) [Bad Azz] When I was only little years (aww, baby) They used to tell me that I was weird (what's that?) I just thought I knew my dad He always came home with his baby mama I was fine, walkin' straight and narrow But shorty didn't make a sound Like a tornado, blow my baby mama hit the street And then what? A car pulled up A G4 made a stop on my block Mama I'm up to pass you by Your father leaving, she on the ground Oh no, I'm gonna getcha I'm so horny out here, I'm turning into a zombie I can't sleep, I'm on a bed break I'm on a boat to the coast I'm on a plane to hell island, finozymes to the devil I'm making crazy noise Like a Tupperware cutt booth Ooh Bad Azz is on stage Cause why don't you come out and play I can't suck a ho, I can't lie But you could just suck my ho if you said so (So why don't you come out and play) Chorus: Motherfuckers, please come out and play (ooh yeah) Come out and play, don't don't no care who you are Come out and play, don't don't no care who you are Come out and play, don't don't no care who you are Come out and play, don't don't no care who you are [Silver Synth] Your future's aight, I see you now It's six below, I see you now With cloud nine, we unfold the hologram Hiding VIP's from the view in this blind vision [Beanie] A hunnid and a bag of weed And a torch to burn for when we hit the scene And we can blow cheese, but first I plan to get paid To take you out when we locked up, then escape Now I can see you for who you really are, can't turn, can't sleep You gots to find your way to unlock You blinded by your light You made of something you couldn't see You looked into my eyes and then you passed you by Where do you have to ======================================== SAMPLE 231 ======================================== PODDard mind Dickinson piece Cyanide drop off the driver's wack (Wax off the driver's wack) PODDard mind Dickinson piece claims and peddles, dispuca-tard dispersion Ya'll sketch a rap cat the CLR realize the stats Calculated political economy dissect the cats right before your eyes I burn the hydro My team will leave your brain in your afterlife (You dead wrong) My Sco is working with the demons Scalp met the little brown shark who grew up in the 80's it's hard to dive in (Yeah) My gem fedella digital cash (What?) Universal pastor no pornos But JV, you know the deal Gimme someye yo We gonna have me a honey dip in my city light (Right) A disco Yokohama Light a roll couple of whips Shots to the head I say shawty watch the diamonds hit the wrist Before I jiggle on the floor (Riiiight) I like my diamonds dipped so floss with a flossed up motorcycle (Don't stand over here grimy) Flip the Wayne Wagon To Alley-Dal-Doal Inna a large weight bottle Who wanna hold ya? I (Floss the color baby) You can do ya bluv My crew (The crew) The cast ( Cast The cast) The blouse (The blouse) The bag (The bag) The liquors ( liquors) The ice cubes (Cotto) The durag-tee (Gotto) The bling bling (Look-a) The ice-man (Bing bling) The bling bling (Wow) The bling bling (Wow) The bling bling (Wow) Bonjour pour some S bonds aine la classion Aui l'cido aine chumbo Right now La noche, choma No la perdono ise dale No perro que creo Dale tu pones ehh Arrumnamente No perro que creo Que creo no Raise da bone Mas te quiero mosca a hacer Hace un trago teCuando y Afro Abre la orias que controlar lo que tu pones encontr�s Exceto un trago teCuando y Afro Yo se que teCuando y Afro Chaco no te quiero perro que creo Dale tu pones ehh Arrumnamente No perro que creo Que creo no Raise da bone So mi have a mummy Baby, tu here ewa que gan? Te gusta que la fe ni nunca me pasa te blessa (brella se fue) Si te gusta fe mi colosa no pasa te blessa (chaco pinto se fue) Cuando tu jetsy con mi ringle Cuando tu huesa yo soy tu fase como mi corajuco (ohh pike!) Cuando tu ella sigo con mi clavo Tude que tu perro con mi carne Te quedo ella no gras que comprehendo Candy and activa (ohh nena!) Cuando dias con mi gente Prepara las somas Tu hombre te donde es su cancen Para coltemba mis passa Pero yo estoy contigo Pero los dos essence y no pisado A mi nadie me harboring, me cordo resto Mucho soy dejas el sigo Y las queas misennes me peguen Encapuchao me pisado Con esto no vesbella No tengas hablo Nesty Ni berada por esper Despues que la falda No mejor que control No me das que sector Alesso si tu sentiNG que es horriba Alexis Despaire la cabeza Despues que la miro Nesty Suen llegar Cuesta cinco Je falta No tengas hablo Nesty Ni berada por esper Despues que la falda No me jor que control No me das que control No me das que control Alesso si tu sentiNG que es horriba Alexis Despues que la f ======================================== SAMPLE 232 ======================================== wall the way we walk is like the Image of God in daylight We stand for nothing, CD's fraud, we're broke, you're scared, I'm the message right here here, I spend 10 G's only we fly us to it Live for live, remind me of the reaper courage hitters abuse us for Rakim While you perform please a lil' bit, your baby moms Looking sad, we soak up all the mad cops Most of these niggas suck, listen & be suprised I-hat these muthafuckas WF'ed up Handle your motherfucking people with a trill attitude, keep sittin next to these niggas Follow & avoid these niggas, I leave a dude stranded in a dune buggie surrounded by pitbulls Frontin like you practice, these wack ass superstars don't come home Like Jordan cries from the fame, bury me I do I leave his body where I went to, I took flight Niggas claimin that I'm too clever And path certainty got a nigga herecoming scary, if you knew how to read my niggas then you could learn From the Unspoken to the tiny sample The rhythm of your thumb and the beat of yourde The way that your hips move hips expose your ass Labels now listen, these muthafuckas don't care who you are, these muthafuckas don't care but here come the wolves, I hope you prepared [Chorus 2X:uckles] Hell, aiyo we take it back Westside, muthafuckas take it back Westside, muthafuckas bucket Where ya'll at, where ya'll at, where ya'll at? Where ya'll at, where ya'll at? Where ya'll at, where ya'll at, where ya'll at. Muthafucka [Verse 2: A.G.] Uh-huh, it's A.G., Engineered Ghostface I'm smooth like Steve Austin bitch Who gives a fuck if the chick tried smoke? Ya'll niggas never try a nigga where we fuckin I'm so hot that I kept a blower prepped At the wake, Philly, the cat is waitin You'll get that ass fo' sho' When I play niggas like YouMongoose, pacifier Broke nigga mama, know what I mean When I be hearin his girls talkin bout, ain't no way you gon' believe that I spend real, money on the mouth like Soggy South Or Bed-Stuy, nigga like phantom square In the projects bitch, with a million square Thank the Lord above me, I'ma ball like I'm Ted DiBiase Open up the noose, I'ma go no where it suppose to be And if you say he didn't flow too well then you're gonna need a new place to stay Catch me in the winters Leave the wolves how I cold lost it Never thought that it would be that cold, cold Wanna learn we way too cold Wanna get high off we way too high Wanna buy a freak I'm cold as ice I wanna go on it I wanna buy it I wanna smash it Never see me get shit for free Couple dimes on your bitch your whore A$AP them niggas you won't understand Me and Procreation put this on my "G" This on my "S" "On top" "That's why none of y'all ain'taks" Hella smoke, Playboy stick, pretty women, more racks Damn, I'ma slow down now, this shit ain'terving me I'm spittin' on "Cordele" to make my breath glow I spoke to the girl in the girlie She said I'm undemonkey, I don't wanna be somebody else I say "Lord, please forgive me" She said "I'm fine" I said "I'm fine, I'm okay" She said "I'm the magnificent mack" That bitch is rubbish, I aint got no business She said "Don't act scared" I said "I'm aomething new" She said "I'm a locally known hustler" I said "I'm not a preacher, I'm not a criminal" She said I'm aYes I'm local Local to local, locally known hustler [Verse 3: Price] I'm comin hoochie for "pimp's on bread" I drive a yellow Car, got swag and some cash You ======================================== SAMPLE 233 ======================================== ) Album: Bond Street (Mixtape) Song: These Niggas Ain't Hot Typed by: AZ Lyrics [6ix9ine] This week, we bout to get high This dope, cuz we been getting money for the last three days [Baka] I'm still in the kitchen, fucking with these niggas All this money in arabs, all this money in my satchel We stunt naked and we smoking and we having sex And I got this piece on you, big legs and big whores Where the weed, dime at the bar, we putting our moms under the covers And I'm in the house, feeling like a winner I'm in the winner's circle, I'm in the stick balling I've been over here talking drug money I go hard where no gun go I got pictures on my wall, we smoking good [Banged out KMJ shout out to DJ Ferg] [DJ Ferg] Ferg's coming at me, I got the twos and niggas bagging up I'ma make a movie with Kevin Curtis and him I'ma give this beat to your girlfriend worth 80 mil If she [?] throw it in the park in some white trash Last year, yo, I lost my shit over [?] spent Now my niggas, they down to roll me with some partner Bitch I made it, big money at this fast pace Gave me no pubggity and I still call you shorty Goin out like a nigga at a playa club, nigga you trippin When you walk with that 40 gun, tell that bitch it's cooking Wake up, this shit Halloween Go to the mall, make somethin out of nothin Go ahead, take the work off you pussy niggas Go to see a doctor [?] and treat a bitch [Banged out KMJ shout out to DJ Ferg] Artist: Ferg f/ Traekwon Album: entspie Twenties Song: Autobahn Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash {*scratched: "This Autobahn is some sh*t"*} [MC Serch] Turn the music off, send the Autobahn [Freeway] Sike, I'm ready to get it on But me I'ma shits on your broad When I open the Autobahn, it's me And you can hear the Grand Imperial ahead [Esoteric] The Twenties, travel through the skies Mbers ahead of us, them darts travel 300 miles We blow dro clouds, a target then we [?] Crush men, women, boys and girls This is dedicated to you hip-hop junkies And it's time that I face the mountain Like Mannie Freazy, throw your troubles in the bin And me I get down like blastin sands Roll 'em over like troopers, spit 'em over like challenge {*scratched: "This Autobahn is some sh*t"*} [MC Serch] The galaxy, we move the stars We're in the](what?) galaxy A job likeicionado, of this music this is You're in need of, mental ammunition Fuck ammunition, you'll miss this meet your I'll be, theLast POSinator on ***@***.*** And talk it over and over and over like a show Wanna hear yo' joint, maybe try thisover And you can suck my dick, little dreaming man I, speak it in tongue and syllable a riddle And yo, food for thought... you can eat [Chorus: Jeru Damo] Cause we back on the Q-fire, ah, our souls together Came from the house of thieves, but now you back on deck The Pain, is a blessing, and a curse You better check you a menace The rap done been on deck, entire crew The Pain, and no slack, and no free time The Chill, got r faced up The top down, whole crew blazin on Rooftop The Boom, looks like roco-busting That's right, whole dome coming {*scratched: "This Autobahn is some sh*t"*} [Esoteric] Passionate spit, lyrics driveway to the streets Jerkin off on you fucking rabbits who think they decent Sicker than needles, but the haul is the antidote ??????? is it? P ======================================== SAMPLE 234 ======================================== sack money Fuckin' with a nigga cheese outside your car glove box Now if ain't free lovin' it like my niggas do I make ya' dome is this gold D cain't free like my niggas do (*talking*) Yeah this is ya boy Made nigga This our year ya' say you see my hustlin' shit You know my hustlin' ya' our number one focus A Cash Money hot boy with the grind right weh. [B.G.] Now I be coming in a million whilieways butterfly scarred up Playa hatas hear everytime a nigga go out Nigga tryin' to find where my niggas at where I done fucked up most of my niggas Shit's kind of tough gettin' caught up actin' bad But I been through it baby change your mind Change my plans if ever you need me please Fuck you up on my jimmy then I'm a take you far Thought I told you not to trust niggas cus they all know If I get caught up in a problem thats shitty I roll with something bigger and stronger thats in my budget *this isPart II- A Plus post convo Write toPencil is lethal with no precision Post it on the streets of Medina Post it on the streets of Medina Post it on the streets of Medina *this isPart II- B Toaster Write toPencil is lethal with no precision Post it on the streets of Medina Post it on the streets of Medina Post it on the streets of Medina *this isPart II- B Toaster Write topencil is lethal with no precision Post it on the streets of Medina [B.G.] This H that I represent it's the real A that I represent thats evident from the curb like HEADQUARTERS her treetop like ORGANIZIN - like when you walk in the club with the women And we like the women.. we hate men If I see you I know you hate men that's why you done... *this isPart II: B.G. and theSplit *DJ: Thopstick misses 9-5 * mandolin scratches for 30 seconds* [B.G.] I come through in an Armani, it's a quarter key I make a fist but I really can't feel it I ain't worried 'bout a nigga breaking it, I'm more concerned They don't wanna see me comin through load Gotta watch out for them bullets that wanna jump Boom sabers stuck in the head but thou' better let a nigga flow To places I ain't never been, I pledge allegiance to the Cuffie Always say my prayers in times of need I just keep it real with my broad side Peace is in the essence of everything *this isPart II went away!* Artist: B.G. f/ Lil' Wayne, Turk Album: It's All On U Vol.1 Song: Ride 2 Night Typed by: ***@***.*** Verse One: Lil' Wayne First off Wayne's the way to ball game Find your way around, be on your back As I dash through the streets like a raptor I've been labeled the professional They chatter chat til kickin my ass Nigga's in trouble daily leave this earth But I don't give a fuck I live my life here mansion with a queen If you don't like what I'm bout to say Better worry bout nothing but my livin life This here baby brother don't slip Frontin like you know but you be slow I'm flip floatin like a brother fo' In N.J., actin like they know me But what you know about that Don't get your ass shook like me I roll hard like a Scorpio roller A big beat so big lil' mama got a poke You smoke anything you want to And get no respect, stop hittin me I step outside and they check my verbal Ya got problems? It's easy enough fix 'em Bitch, you ain't got the run game And you can be the crushed child Ya need to check yo game And ball ya dome like Big Hawk If you got that they can suck it Lil' Wayne, Turk try to be hard but they so pathetic And I'ma do ya like a 4 round, left tackle Always got my pass on My brain just like a five point five A nig ======================================== SAMPLE 235 ======================================== [FN] ....[Catch] The salt mix with Alkatel Wayne said he want some dough, so weeided him Tried to get him 8, fadin dorus Mr. with his rap quip, oh no He said, "Ooh - di-dio, you really hit it" Tied his whip to the leather Went to the mo-mo The mo-mo Tried to calm down on that ass But I said, "You rollin' big - feel me?" He said No, I can't live without that And then he said "You been here for y'all - stop frontin'!" And I said "Well, you ain't never gone get me open lyrical medium that's why your text is garbled" He said, "No, it ain't goin' through me you know cause garbled mediums, Mass is enemy You need to get over it, before somebody dip Then I repeat it to every niggaz door Who knock at the door, and ask me, "Have you Wood?" I told 'em no And later on son, I fucked her That's how I was raised [B. Sigel, B. Sigel, B. Sigel, B. Sigel] Brah, bad bitch You know, how I raised my little brother That's when I slapped his bitch Haha, Haha, Bitch made my whole intro, I'm like "a ride homie" With two Sigel's on me make the beat go hoop I'ma save some money but you know, I'ma sip moet And a plus four for every 10 dollars I lose, a breeze That's how I made my brother 'Bout to go to the pen And tellin' them niggas today, like he slept in some drive-throughs [Sparks] What you know about them Watts? We don't shoot or tag, fuck y'all bitches Same old, straight up swill, shorter than a blizzard I still com 'round like John Gotti Hit a lick in a bottle and let the real go You say you got soul, shorty look my way Diamonds are big like a red wiener You know my style, shorty, don't compare to struggle Take a look in your eyes, what you think a man can only do? And I'm out [Verse 3: B. Sigel] Let me introduce you to the twelve of sight Bentley, a young vet from the Mill I'm all about, getting mine every night Pull it out with the gusto, spinnin' silk on tropic I ain't the type to blow my lessons or throw corrections I make MC's cry, spit lyrical raps Like those sick individuals, I was freaking Walk and talks like I'm Bennegan's house Choppin' 'em like a pit in the ass Smoke a 'just make it and pass it back and explain that one to Paul That look of concern, you know I had to put my name on this New style, new vision, that's style of a king A new style, new vision already!! Now I'm ready to do it, the terror must breeds of MC's Nudy for the bench, light up the mic and hit it high Some will snatch your rights and have your life taken While I'm listenin, respect these wack rappers and catch these cases [Chorus] [B. Sigel] Now when I'm blowin doin Im'a scrap you You better respect these than your whole crew or your whole click will scrap you Fuck with these crooks and catch a slug or two These crooks know how to get you off And this is on any circumstance you need to see this Now you're twenty-two and a quarter to make your name known You'll never get a chance, for real You know that life is like a witness in this cold world And when your nothing more than a hater Your look on the Feinds I ain't made a sound I ain't bashing, I'm stabbing And if you're stealing my money then I'm robbing All the lames think it's funny when I rap Because I got the pressure off you like a gats pouncer I'm like a separated from my pieces cause I'm a different person My kamikaze connection is like a high on a par I'm chilling bro, I'm with the high propulsion This is cold war and I'm very, cold Recognize you're just flying out of your ======================================== SAMPLE 236 ======================================== energy Boy, demons in the city Could this be the life that God chose for me? [Curtis Hendrix] I was, what, ? Hell, I was, blameless Like ? $hot? So what's that getin' on up? How do I tell this story from an MC? Too familiar, a- reliance on stress Fucked up, couldn't dance Woke like this, all up in the kitchen Now I'm, feel like, no shit Mr. Worldwide, Mr. Ghetto Word got, jacks on my feet Mr. Boss, but nooooooooo {*scratched: "This one, for you and you and you" - T-Pain*} [Chorus: T-Pain] + (Kurupt) Now if you you you ain't with it, then why would you try to ? and now I'm on top of my game Everybody wanna pop like a pop song, I know that's my world But I guess it hurts me so bad So I'ma do better, and yeah I do I'ma waste my time, nobody want that [T-Pain] Pain from the West, you know like Chicago And if not Fort Knox, its a downhill season Sipping on your drink, I might as well throw up ice on the beat, its a must I'm getting back in the car You're lit I'm on in the mirror I might fuck up A search is on you niggas brainless So I was cursing you dog and life could just out do what you do Pain can make a nigga sick Black man got to be clean but this black man got to be clean He might just smack his ass He might just smack his ass He might just smack his ass [Chorus] [2 Chainz] And I got no feelings for ya See I'll beat you down erkimbo, syrup, bought this bitch a T ereal baby, the belly dancer with theies She says she loves me, me loves to put it in my bag She says I'm faking her, I'm blazing up She says she loves it, she loves my body and my soul I'm tired from work, I'm late for fun I'm gone with the wind, I'm gone with the breeze I'm gone with the chill, the chill I'm in love with I'm gone with the chain, the chain I'm blazing [Chorus] Artist: Travis Barker f/ Game, Lil Wayne, Nicki Minaj Album: Give the Drummer Some Song: Too Much Typed by: ***@***.*** [Intro: Nicki Minaj] There he goes, to the top [Chorus: Game] He's all in that bitch, he's all in that pussy She got too much damn he, she's all in that clit How you do it, you know we can do it to the end [Game] Bitch I'm fucked up, Lord please Don't be the one to break my heart Oh yea, Lord please Bitch I'm fucked up, I'm fucked up Tried to be the best I could It's just too much for my soul Oh yea, I tried, I tried [Chorus] [Lil Wayne] Bang that ma-mack on the flo' Catch you slippin', you play-ass nigga Shove that in your gut bitch, cheatin' ain't no cut-in' I'm talkin' that bulldog, trip, trip With a trigger finger, I'm tryin' to get ten years Oh yea, I tried, I tried [Game] Bitch I'm all in that and sick of that Purple rain, they niggas all slip I put these hammers to my dome Bitch I'm all in that and my diamonds all gleam Niggas come out the club with no problems They catch me in the rain Fuck these motherfuckers, I'm Ballin' Ball Shootin' at these motherfucking cops with a spray can I'm with a click tight, and I represent Cali Niggas all in tipsy, P.C. was the label And now we made y'all niggas all stop hoes Na-na, nada-nadas! Trill nigga! Trill nigga! [Chorus] [Game] Bitch I'm on that ======================================== SAMPLE 237 ======================================== and gat like Tyson They come from the blocks 10 days, I don't hustle for ice You fuckin with a king I start a gang of minstas Little kids just wanna have fun You want the dick, look, I give it to the whores Look, I started with a love for them freaks I ain't tripping on you bitch, your lifestyle's pimpin (goddamn) You eighteen to eighteen, you eighteen to eighteen You fuckin with a G I put you in my Gator You see me drive, you see me drive, you see me drive Down the way, baby come take a gallon of that go Fresher than a motherfucker I'm finna make you mine [Chorus] [Verse 2] Everytime I turn around I got four or five stings I swear this shit ain't no cheap ride Baby father of me, little daddy on the cellavan Some nights I sit up on my sheets gettin drunk Fuck bitches, they wanna kiss me but can't fuck with me You know bitches you gettin broken ribs It's Ace black, bitch I'm on my knees and steal your jewelry I'm on some rob a nigga shit, strap on my safety shit Hella crack roll big crack, baby what the fuck you gon' do You gotta call a nigga back once aigga shit I'm on some rob a nigga shit, chest strap on my shoulders shit I'm on some rob a nigga shit, no tampons bitch, I don't give a fuck You know like Tuesday roast duck, I'm Friday fried garlic If you ain't eating, get a cobb salad, grill dog thengmail [Chorus] Artist: Ace Hood Album: Starvation 3 (K) Song: Sprite Typed by: AZ Lyrics I got some pockets, like Rosay Had to hit the stall to get some Chevys Had to leave the beat blank on the dresser Had to leave the club because the bitch walked off the block Feels good to be on my platinum wishlist She put her heart and her soul in some fly shit And if you don't let her die, then you don't let her I pay for pussy, I pay for car I pay for clothes, I pay for hat I pay for them cheers (yeaaah) When my money slow you down (yeaaah) Man this the boom (uh-huh) Man this the boom (uh-huh) When the pussy drop, I ain't stopped to speak For ya ass hit, you know I'mma make it bounce If I spot you for the cameras I'ma find out your ass is scared It ain't no more than two corns If I saw a future in manumys we would beons I can see you haters peakin When you see me with this ice on I can tell there's a war (uh-huh) I see you fearin me, I know there really be a war But I ain't tryin to shit on your troop (uh-huh) You dump guns and feed pigeons to dead men (uh-huh) A bitch with no daddy growin up to be a woodman And thou shalt not let the feds find you I'm bouncin out ya'll in buckets You just don't wanna be Kurtis Blow And it ain't no part of the game I'm too cool of the A and the L But that's just my style Yo, there's not much that I can do about it Just get in my head like Aaliyah You so beautiful, just beg to be glad that I didn't gas you And remember always askin that you please leave Tell your mom that I'm livin lavish Like three hours a day with my dogs, two weeks notice Whatcha gotta do? I gotta go and do it, yo Chase these cakes, ride these backs, hold on I'm about to walk in, trans don bullet these pillows Attachin my right hooks like a coke addicted uppers I'm hands on my work just knowin they rizzle Then open up my nut so you can see crumbs... First these cats tryin toasin, now I'm impressin 'em Always movin in traffic, most of it tax Them hoes call me Uncle Sam Cause I'm dope like Pamona Carry a full length onto my body Yes I'm that Hardest Pit to HOPE on arrival You ever seen a cabbage when you seen one in your life And ======================================== SAMPLE 238 ======================================== problems to a maid, we shall step in (I see the, man is angry) but we shall all do what he need I be his prisoner, inside the City of Angels Dispersed in a vacuum no person is immune The main thing he's Reverented Is the concepts that hediscrimmed and deciphered To the DNA of the children that he illustrated Leaving their genie bottle at the news that they've been rapped Clan need not want a war,acists want violence He who thinksCaer' will tolerate a single scalp Respect is minimal, Girls demeaned when they appear The light's come on now the Night Clan is formed [Chorus] (I wanna bone, I wanna rock, I wanna rock) I wanna bone, I wanna rock (Talkin to the moon, but still I still) Talkin to the gangbangers, I wanna bone (From the village of Mliestle) [Verse Three] Cats claiming that they street proof and can prove it And proving it by stomping you in the face Cats claiming that they street exclusive and can stop it Back in eighty-six nobody killed Em But five-straight hours I slept with him Slipped and stole him, Chica got a suspicious beak ft. Valence Sparks, and the Diamond Clan The Five Alarm Aire from the Legion of Doom provoke the Reno party A host of weed spots where the weed men meet (Where they at) and two to five throw Up next on the territory) This is a story about words Words being smoked, trying to strike back And a man that got love in the City of Angels This is a story about words Words being smothered, words born So a home is a fortress, words born [Verse Four] Star power, irresistible line On theAuthentic roots of Whiteboys in '84 I'm gonna leave the classic and the mark So a lot of fish flew up in the water, they went for the punchline A flood of angry braveymes that reflect Back in forth and flattend on the one too, cause I'm tired Its time to flood the map, with numbers to divide There's a score to make your band true, that's why we came to fight thee The lost ones, lost in the mix but no one knows what the outcome still, we'll find, no evil in his eyes All the true believers, listening I will pray Prodigal Son, in a temporary bliss just wait til the harvest ends, I said time gets stupid with the speaker bent when, the plant, therobat is born All anger triggers, alarm, lovesettle, feel this for a fact Course taken, Versewrite Fellowship: A'm of Bronze I, for one, took the plate out too, but what passes for sweet is not a dessert, it's a dessert to some Course taken, Versewrite Fellowship credit I took the plate out too Time to take a bite, seen you ate it Now I see you sober as you V-R Mojave I'm taking the ice out too Should of told you I want you home, like you make room in the rearview I'm sick of the boondocks, I got a plan to play this game like an old version Here's the paper, take this, sell it, get topping Grab a friend, you can have a clairvoy, I know you go friend I can take you way, cause I know your history History, like any other, we can make that paper ours [Chorus] I can take it how I want it, God can ill'n handle it Remember nights on the Triple asiano as it leaked out the speakers Whoever lost focus couldn't compete with my sight The pharoah summoned me, and it met my soul No more bars, no more fears, I'm beyond hope And it only hurts if you see the truth in the rain And it only grows, when those I fear come and they get loose I can't watch my life through bars no who knows I can't watch my life through the pain fame But whatever my price be, I'm making a name for myself now [Verse Three] I shoudgie even paid for my share of the eye Gave the kitchen table, it doubles every time I hit the pavement Be like Suge Knight, ain't no it, I got made over the hill Take the fame, and the prize is the key Set the tables, if they ain't listen, take the hint I seen the diamonds in the wrist, fill the cup Never listen, never take the hint I'm shining like ======================================== SAMPLE 239 ======================================== whole a bungana, deliver a fantasy It's plot, you know what I'm after And it's honestly, one of the strangest My gimmick's like Standing Oop on a Scarface face Take a seat, pause, don't blink You know what I'm saying [Chorus 4X] Artist: 9th Prince Album: Prince of New York Song: Staten Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: 9th Prince] Word up, man, the man, the man [Chorus 2X: 9th Prince] We ride golden skrilla chrome tigers and llamas We be balling like Tiger, in a black Lac sporting ice with Gotti, blow tree and mouse It's 9th Prince, king of New York [9th Prince] Yo, I lay back in the driver seat Smoke a spliff, and then I freak mo'falls Sixteen year olderia baby, don't cry When I spit, it's a boom box My raps lack, there's no escaping Master rhyme sayers, you know how it goes Make you rip your vocal tims kid, in the place of the p -clock Smoke weed like alean in the jungle Got the Guvernothing, bells sittin' on his headny Runnin' with cubs and gucciums Of young, black, blessed souls Who think that they can touch the sky Bless the flag withBritches, ask the lord to raise them [Chorus 2X] [Break: Q-Unique] Black hill, black hill Black hill, black hill Black, black, black, black, black hill [Chorus 2X] [Break man: Q-Unique] Black hill, hip hop, kill maraud Everybody had a reason to be angry, an - I'm a bum in May Black hill, black hill Black hill, black hill Black, black, black, black hill [Q-Unique] Oh, she wanna do it, like go to school With fat piles, but her smile is dead Black hill, black hill Black hill, black hill Black, black, black, black hill [Chorus 2X] Artist: 9th Prince Album: Prince of New York Song: Stand Proud Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: 9th Prince] Aiyo, Bonnie and Clyde My sister is understanding I'm doing what I want and my brother is it? [Chorus: 9th Prince] Aiyo, you must be fuckin' wack To the tune of the radio plays Artist signed toCritical Range Typed by: Cno Evil [9th Prince] Aiyo, Dear critics Aiyo, my lyrics they be cold To the Ruger MC's, who flow negative Every rapper want to be me Even if they is raw and rugged Aiyo, aiyo, beef with other animals Every producer and all mean 'bout Got me strapped like I'm under attack Every MC don't care about the rack I don't care about the clothing I don't care about the glass under my Russell I don't care about the beef with the fiends It's over, I'm over it Even if you ain't dead, you ain't alive, ha It's over, yeah-eah Aiyo, yo, pull out the Khaki Pull out the assault rifle, it's over [Chorus 2X: 9th Prince] Aiyo, aiyo, Dear motherfuckers stay out the way Don't mention the truth when you rap, you'll be out of here You know what I mean, the Granddaddy Flow [9th Prince] Yo, I'm a glutton with a appetite for destruction I'm out to choke the battle you cowards I'm the Granddaddy Flow, the Grandaddy Flow Aiyo, yo, yo the 9th Prince is more sinister You know the reason why Flip (When?) Chainz ??? when it comes Y'all niggas heard about the Grandaddy Flow Yea, it's 9th Prince, you know who's the? (The Grandaddy Flow) So blow dro's when the Killarmy, they back on the shelf Murda on my feet, on the guest-book I read through your BlackLives, get to the heart of the matter Huh, you don't want that beef? ======================================== SAMPLE 240 ======================================== stairs) Yeah, yo, look here Mama always told me, "No matter what you do, always have your back." (Yeah, I said you could do whatever) (Breaking fool, how you love that, and givin' me family don't play with me, I bust ya ass motherfucker (True dat what) To you, rookie, we got drama for dummies Chin-and-ash Presentation for the female Presentation for the female Chorus episode First line activity This action will consist of penetration of the navel and thighs beyond the navel connected by strength exercise shooting stars beyond the galaxy exercise roulette movin' with stars and crush soft flesh exercise we Whiskey, Fa-la-na-na... Chorus Jam: (Catch the Smith) (A-V-L) (Catch the Smith) (A-V-L) (Catch the Smith) (A-V-L) (Catch the Smith) Artist: (Theniper Don't forget, thank you) Album: Real Noyd Song: Everybody Wanna Kill Typed by: ***@***.*** Che-che Well, I'm the real noyd and I have to get away I wanna hunt down Elvis and run wit him ish [Verse One] Che-Che Everybody's in a beef with my guys the population of town Is they really like what I'm bringing to ya? You open mine, you get shot, that's more than enough Latherin' in broads, you know how it goes down You tryna take a flury? With them killers on your dick (Get yo money, get yo cake, you's a fool) Nigga ain't no shot left for us If ya comin' in this bitch, better run and pop off cha Nigga you'se lil' nigga you'se lil' nigga Drop a bomb on 'em all, and leave 'em all And nigga you'se lil' nigga you'se lil' nigga Willpies on your ass, pullin' out techs on 'em All-star team, we stand out You wanna fucking boss up, nigga we bounce You'se lil' nigga, we bounce harder Bitches, stop bitchin', I'm bout it Shut down the show, pull you clowns ass out Bitch, you'se lil' nigga Stop silly-ass nonsense, pull you burn pussy Bitches, stop talking, stop clappin' Mack-thin daddy, you ain't got the game Can't pay your bills all night, so you'se the fool [Chorus] Yo who's your dame? What you know about pimps? What you wanna do? Well, step up and get fucked By these hustlas from accross the nation [Verse Two] Now I'm a player for movin' cash and for the ======================================== SAMPLE 241 ======================================== nigga It's people from the eastside don't worry me, nigga [Verse 1] I'm from the eastside where you creep with the mack Shine like a benz or my pinky ring why Niggas be like why, why, why, why Where I'm from they know jack swingin 7 days a week with the click Bphies chase, stay on shit For g' dollars, yo, I'm out dimes and pennies I'm outchea, I'm deezin No Columbian nigga no ra poster Sorry sour diesel diesel, you know Put your dukes up, put your dukes up Tell em hang your dukes up, put your dukes up You know this shit gon get crazy Put your dukes up, put your dukes up If your strap ain't big enough, put your dukes up [Chorus] [Verse 2] I came through the do' (Fi-taim-oo) Greedy bitches gettin money solar (Satically Graphic) Five-hundred on the dashboard (Wet) Four whips on the lawn (Grrrowly) King of the southside, the truest niggas bust ya dome to the fullest I'm deadly like a rap cat that got ya shakin' your legs off Heart glistenin' like a Puerto Rican Style Niggas ain't worthy, I subtract and round 'em I'm consistent, Mr. prototype I'm like a Claudius, come off you niggas just might choke me Fool, back off you ain't fit, here ya go head get out of the way Eliminate, you fuckin' with Geezy it's gonna be crazy I'm off the spotlight, but I still shine with my shine on [Chorus] [Verse 3] I'm over, mundo all the bullshit Bull how the bluffing bitch sniff Yo I don't sleep at all, me and the rappin' nigga Do the damn thing (Damn) damn how would you be Who is that? (What?) who is that bitch (You killed B.G.) Where that poppa at (Where that shit go?) Bitch I spit and fuck with the best Black strap, I strap to the gutter And I'm about to use it, wipe my ass with the rear Told you all these trues why (Why?) they call me the king Give a fuck, you don't really want it I'm hot, why?, I live where they kill... The B.G., he shot a cop (Uh-huh) uh-huh, black Got to black, he gun Bonnie and check He stop at stop signs, and throw rocks Rock-a-holic, I'm Jewish, but don't Rock your bitch-azzles,mint bees Step to the left with my piece or the rocket-bomb, explosive drums [Chorus] [Hook 1-2: Jerucy Chiles w/ B.G. ad-libs] This is THAT Bitch, You're All theases If you want love, I'm prepared to fuck (Come on!) No drama, It's No confusion When I shoot I feel it, pressure come on If you scared get the glock or you're prepared to bust I leave your bitch like this; she don't want it [B.G.] I ain't scared, if I had wanted to I woulda killed this bitch But fuck it, I don't need it, I'm gangbanging like B.Gizzle Geezy'll put his laces on, bet I can find a Asian bitch L Indians' faces platted, call my name H.A.W.K. That's Trillane, No.T Hood, You want Beef? I'm gangbanging, I'm bandana, You want sex? I can go up like elevation I'm a gang banger, gangbuster, It's that T.C.D. It's a shame that niggas turn ya back Some might say I'm gangbanger, caution To my wolves, wolves, wolves, Wolves, wolves It's that playa rap, Go Bitch It's that gangbanger, Go Bitch, G. Mack That's that tempo, Go Bitch G. Mack, Go Bitch, I keep a Bitch Niggas want Beef cause I keep a bitch, I keep a bitch Slim kid, Gotbrut He a gangsta, a gangsta ======================================== SAMPLE 242 ======================================== till the trees pull up on my waist fuck a boost from rocky a septymite my best friend is steel a green neckace with cuban rounds I'm fishing with a killer anaconda once my daddy left, I was out the blue and IWatch my best friend drop like and IIs that a no-no, a-amon (no) amon am pit and I'd like to thank (no daddy) (Bitch) bitch don't forget where you come from (yeah) Sweet home boy, sweet home boy sweet home boy, yeah sweet home boy, yeah sweet home boy, yeah I used fill you up go ahead tek it down just one of these sweet home things when you gets ill, come over here and stare feather all your scars every time you put it down feather all your scars every time you put it down hey I'm freakin' honey yeah and uh it's such a sweet song every little sound every slight you make feather all your scars every time you put it down [Chorus] How would I, how would I, bleed these streets every sixteen bars thunder fresh like a brand new bottle shake it to the light inch by soul rock step to me, inch by inch you got to knock it knock it knocka you know I'm not the one to be fucked with dig your own dig your dig my sound you got to knock it knock it knocka you know I'm not the one to be fucked with Artist: Jarren Benton f/ DJ Hoppa Album: Slow Motion Vol. 2 Song: Slow Motion 2 Typed by: AZ Lyrics [DJ K-Oss & DeeBo & Flow] I like it like that, shape shake, I like that Might as well do it like that C'mon! [Verse 1: Jarren Benton] I delivery hoes I'm nuthin but a hound Bitch ass niggas that sweeter than a twist of peanut butter Steak high in my city call me Mr. Hater Should I bite the (shit) nigga I beat it, pussy good? Throw my shit in the trash Hopped out the stripped down Harley Wet wet shit A new Mussili, do or die nigga East or West side never givin none, Jarren! [Verse 2: Kato] Jesus Christ, what you really think I'm a killer just think I'm in my right mind, state of mind I rock for New York niggas that bang like gang bang They ain't got to be afraid to kill They can pop out and do what does when we hit And when we killin these niggas, we don't give a fuck Come from New York the only thing that killin Is the money and the guns, but what about the bitches? What about the bitches that fuck with me? Jarren please, I'm fucked up, I almost lost my mind, niggas hatin I'm almost high, I'm so wasted off shit that I had to call a taxi I should be in rehab, I'm so rusty, what the fuck? [Chorus] Slow Motion 2 [Verse 3: Kato] She suck for a mistress, also call her boobies Keep your finger in her back pocket for babysitters If your white bitch, call meleonaton Suckin something out of that short stick Nothin for a hoe, she love a player She pop that pussy for a reason, she go tak dat dick Use di tongue, cause she know how to work her hands Use di kick, cause she know how to work her hands And she love it, I tell her that baby we can make baked Alaska ain't no limit to the things that we can do Catch me lying on the couch, like I'm some type of silver sundress She sniffing on my ham, telling me expand She sucking on my dick, while I'm sucking on my clit I'm Prime Minister, set my son free [Chorus] Artist: Jarren Benton f/ DJ Timbo King Album: Slow Motion Vol. 2 Song: Hardheaded (Remix) Typed by: AZ Lyrics [DJ Timbo King] [Verse 1: Jarren Benton] My rhymes is deadlier than Osama Bin Laden I'm so ======================================== SAMPLE 243 ======================================== studyologne KOz in diseases like I'mamphibujison My relatives is all disease so this is stunting like a flu vaccine I never knew this world until I seen your girl in a movie She had green and she had yellow bone structure The hall wore out fast as thereUsed to be choppers lake storm temperature hotter than how Iathars cooked coal heaters put the rumor to him as to when the rain would come vilvice inside you like tabs like luminum bullets start to sing like carnival graves if you don't like me you ain't gonna like me at all Well I guess the ones that hide and let the one hold you the ones that get real no worries at all Verse 3m - Baby Blue X with his whole network now if you want to join the circle dancing boys and girls saw you dancing right and you was feeling really good I had to pee in a flash and I couldn't take the contact I had to stop at no walkie so I could get my light I must have mistaken the coffee and the sight of a hoe cautionary treat was all we got for a girl who had no money and a spirit of hustla that was a real no one should go in like this Verse 4 - Personal Cents Thats bound to be real thick With my league of unlock ballas co test discus sined anduted from N.Y. to Mex. you buggin to find no diamonds but the bitch is a baller Secrete love up in every gut when drop in the pit before you find a lady finer than diamonds the deeper you go the funk freaker come you want frills and problems got problems got skills you want bills plus' flavor plus a house to tear you want bankroll and you can't have it sweet so you gonna patna hide the kush smokin in the house so you canut suckers off your feet (Chorus) MV3 (D'em Vamp) M-Wax (Doe Motha Gangsta) M-Gangsta ( Gangsta Vax) Watch your back Miss (What) Cause I'm a hog Uptown Don't let them shoot you (What) And if you think they can't shoot you Don't be outta bounds with me I'm a man get your whole team And I'm go put shots in your coffin (Chorus Repeat 2x's) Junkies and hoes used to hang hang hang hang hang hang bustin and punchin cops and soldiers and cutthroat hustlers hang they're junkies used to listen use your brain and they're fools you're a junkie you can't want none of me Vamp said it's gonna cost less than half a million to put your car in body. if you sell out with jeans. if you throw your bike around. if you get pissed off. if you getting drunk. you can call. if you trying to get drunk. she said you better keep your drink if you want to get drunk. if is your city I'm your city girl. if your wife. you must be. you're either a woman or a man you're either a woman or a man. you're either a woman or a man you're either a woman or a man. you're either a woman or a man you're in search of someone to take your throne. you're either a woman or a man if is your city I'm your city girl. if your wife. you must be. you're either a woman or a man if its against the south. you're either a woman or a man if its against the west. you're either a woman or a man if its against the east. you're either women or a man Artist: Ali Vegas Album: Generation Song: Don't Get It Typed by: ***@***.*** (Verse 1) Yo it's just meetings like these letters I write I lay my case smooth like Rollin Missibles We gets it and川 big it twice Ali's something special you can't deny Plus a brother stands by his back Show you his gratitude for a humble one When death is said to be our method of death Too late take the sunken knapsack and clean it with some pond eep Then the flavor you taste I style it like a shark bite Make your shallow dive quiet your head and make you shout "Let me have the ======================================== SAMPLE 244 ======================================== ' of flooz in her voyage hacksaw me beriddin flubs that's how I peel some lip vier:] PBR dig finer bags of essence amphibian: thee is my odyssey limpet and chubby androids so we do the best that we still never dead Chorus Verse Three: Tipsy Kid Ice Note the panda in my blood Born fetus see irgende from the eastIndian River It's tension, violence and tension galore Lowest common demerits will win the first war Greed- ful antagonies and jealous gatekippers trust your instinct, your showdown was tight MM.. I love this I've seen them all work, they ain't stoppin all of them I welcome you to my circus of flavors Darker, cream, cream No man will ever robe me cause I approach with a determined, ?vega!? No man can ever trick me rounded me, then you can't understand me You want some of this? I won't rock you ?won't cover you, when I stand right here God damn bumboclaat logic that rips my ass come thick like a baby doll but tracin is for the hoop & cab riders ?collect dust w/a right straight up I'm on the grind just like work week my eyes now close swallow action at the opera I work 9 to 5s some hittin 'em close some 'inges still swing I handle my biz like a man I handle my biz like a biddy ain't no baddie in me expect the unexpected Chorus Verse Four: ?sm get it if you've got it, and? you've got it but to get it you've gotta do what the hell you've gotta do then if you don't go you might get ? sent to ? sayin' check your status mailin'? got a trick to it so you better be ready ?sm get it if you've got it, and? you've got it but to get it you've gotta do what the hell you've gotta do then if you don't go you might get ? sent to ? Artist: A$AP Ferg f/ Lil Uzi Vert, ScHoolboy Q Album: Always Strive and Prosper Song: Swipe Life Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Intro: Lil Uzi Vert] You got rims, you got swangles, ass cheeks well uh, you flying ass cheeks so sorry baby, you ain't even got no ass cheeks! [Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] See this fall i used {face blurms} Swerving out the paint just like a bird Bird ass, strait ass, {face, blurms} Bracelet arm, whack, gimme a spin Turn the TV from the tube And take a few more tubes to get high {tire screech}bracelet arm, whack, whack [Verse 1: A$AP Ferg] I'm on the south side, got two chains on Smoking a dutch, thats on my block Got a downtown pass, don't park close to me Soeurgraca, bagpipes in blueSweets That is my daddy, thats at the New York Gamecock And its the game like catch 22 Game face, T-ara head, fish tail On a thousand bricks, thats cold money, roll Stop on the block and cop a shell, roll And when I cop them dollars, cop Benzes Different shoes different hoes Man, this paper different colors, ice different Shoot dice, police pull different Differential Differential King of all King of all King of the Pharaohs Differential Differential King of all King of the Pharaohs [Chorus] [Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert] Black car smellin like a bag of dope Denisa bitch spoke, urase? I don't understand Earrings, urase, urase young niggas Burgause six months, seven figures Young niggas, that's easy as murder Queens with me, in a V with my son Have my daughter with me, no hemorrhage You niggas pussy, fuck you niggas My young niggas gots the ropes, just call it a night Bitches say I wanna be an actor, please, no actress You know them young niggas' is savage These ======================================== SAMPLE 245 ======================================== so what he know You'll never catch me sayin this on your favorite song I'm down like a hard rock, on the clock Rocked up clowns, you better recognize the freaks Who be tellin me niggaz, they know I'm down On the real so what I'm sayin gotta burn (chorus) Like I said during my set my niggaz are crushin Piece, lookin whaddup the man that came to flex the yay Some of ya'll want to flex, but I wot ya fuckin points Artist: Bishop Lamont Album: The Confessional Song: What People Do Typed by: ***@***.*** What. People. Do. For. Money. [x2] [Intro] (What, what, what, what... Aight, there's really no need for me to explain Make your purchase review, clear, clear) [Verse One] (You could fix all that with a dollar) Fuckin with Drew, Ginuwine, hardly spilt You could fix that with a dime Pulled up with rags, draped tight with big cats I'm at the party tryina be a certain dude Liquor willed but the gun will make you kneel The king has been king, the queen has been queen Back to back, that's my style, your found somewhere aimin' a location on some paper I been retrievein' Somebody shoulda told Freddy Freddy who he is Somebody shoulda told Freddy not nuttin' on my neck Now that Cranberry vines is wet I'm a chile and pepperElse Sorry if it makes you think again Your plan has worked You shoulda knew what to say to yourself And you didn't have to go through the trouble (Chorus) What. People. Do. For. Money. [x2] [Verse Two] (I never did So Tuck nor none of them) Not down for playin, so lay it down for the do' It's B. Gizzle, I'm down for spittin Geezy don't get situated Unless your Hot like A.B. and you wanna's Do you wanna get mad then you should.... (YAW) Or you can get this ace and...(YAW) I'd even take the ice out the friend and the bumble And find a hotel so I can be Bubble So go tell your friends and get a hottie The reason why I changed and what I got The reason why I changed the score and the number of the Roughnecks [Chorus] Artist: Bishop Lamont Album: The Confessional Song: What You Wanna Do? Typed by: ***@***.*** My name is Dirty Dan And I don't love no woman My dick is a bitch and I don't love a bitch [Chorus] But I wanna get it all in the world for my momma And my daddy is outta pocket, so I slung a mil And I'm high as a kite, so I'ma striggle and dip So I can catch a dip So I can get up outta front And be with your girl, no matter the race Baby, you da...(baby, you da) Ain't no half-steppin', I stand bossin' The stadium is my house of milk St milk, yo, but she gets all the television She gets to tilt her back Turn the TV out Dip and dive in Where my girl go from here Drink like a babe's dream Nowadays, I...I get...(I get...CMC) That's my...(I get...Don) That's my...(I get...CMC) That's my...(I get...Don) That's my...(I get...CMC) [Verse One] Now I...be in the whores with mami When your girlellar than desire You could be my...(I get...CMC) Tell my...(I get...CMC) Don't...call It's alright, cuz I Wonder when I'm rhymin' Why you got that out Let me guess, you got a man I used to say you were talkin' too much Now everything is...(I get...CMC) Gangster, ======================================== SAMPLE 246 ======================================== I was like a fire trucks new suits and bling bling These papers got me puffed on the stove today I'm on my way to Mex' A cash forgiveness And I wont' fuck around and call melate come deliver me things Came at Dave Then Bicardi Now I'm gettin' fresh off the boat in a palm Weller black Then new year Then today I'm back on the streets gettin' high with my crew And I said I said I said I said Don't be actin' ashamed of yourself 'til I temp change I got lots of material things to play but little to none Oh yeah I take chances, I don't promise them I usually make my rafts or I car my boat I was an O.G. ateenthgrad (thinking) Tex-Mex When they'd be any type of action And like I told ya, I was born to be an MC And if you knew me then you know me now Intense and sudoku, no you don't really want none of me (Boo) You got plenty of time, for ya'll Chorus: repeat 2X Don't talk to me If you talk to me Don't talk to me Verse Three: Now I'm not a dummy, I got some wealth He's not a man, but he's still me And I dealt with him in the same way that I did my forensics Fold a face with the forensics And the face might been the worldendent, touch him Lift a person with the forensics And I'ma bone when I'm feeling him I don't wanna be a role model You'll be a space heater But, and I'ma say it like voodoo I'm feeling hip-hop when I'm feeling him Make a white girl feel42 and Super Mario I used to have a whole lot of money, hoe Cashed out on everything good in the bank Started trappin' bitches and committing frauds Just to get you a loan Selling pussy on the train And you still selling hoes It's funny how time flies If you got a trick, you could get all the pussy If a white girl want you, write it down and get all the hoes If a cot makes you mad, don't say mad You can't draw no friendship, dick When it's something deadly and senseless And when it comes to the cabbage, boy, you gotta be the stupidest To come up out them ripped-to-Serious I love the simp, but if you want to try it Just think I'm not a dead poet Chorus: repeat 2X Verse Four: Now could be you and I and K We either got bling bling or bling bling K and haven't you ever seen a white girl A lot of hoes have 'em Don't you know them fuckin' bitches they too big to fuck Don't you ever fuck with a hoe that will go and smack you Bitch, you know how it goes Threw her draws on the hard floor She lay there like blow Even though I tried to smile I was like "damn, bitch" She said "I see you like my song" And that was that, that's all I ever said I'm mad right there by your side Bitch, oh I can't take it no more I'm mad bro, so cut down your weak neck I'm tatooed up, G You know what she did to me, I ain't forgotten, I'm looking real good now But it's like, yo, you know what I said? Yo, you know what I did to her? Chorus: repeat 4X Alright, Alright, Alright Artist: 2 Live Crew Album: Sports Weekend (As Nasty as They Wanna Be Part 2) Song: Baby Baby Baby Typed by: ***@***.*** ( *Mr. Mixx cuts up* ) (brrrrrrrrrrrugging) (Nasty) (Bitch you get it) (want it) (want it take me all night) [ Fresh Kid Ice ] When I met this bitch named Tracy Diamond I told her how I was going to hell After the big pay Witty couldn't walk and talk with muscle She said nothing, but walk like a ======================================== SAMPLE 247 ======================================== to sting (Verse 2) I enjoy givin lessons, never get what test I learned Nowadays girl got more pub than P S C Especially wicha, wit the muscian thumpadon Boganeer brother, laughin at ya, wit the tommy gun Wit the camoflauge et cetera, and Ya think that it ain't, that 2 hoe and the gun went To the chase of cash and fame, havin these Black-ass niggas comin out the gutter After I slipped out the house, slapped yo ass I cracked yo jaw, said you didn't fight And she threw me in the trunk wit yo jaw lazy Without expulsin, an old ho ass ta get whipped I held my own, even stank you and your friends It came to light, why these punk motherfuckers, hates You aint funny, you shouldn't jot me down I think it's short sleeves, that kill me hiding In the back because I'm taller, shorty I ain't trippin Shorty I'm a G, bitch I got the power So if you see me in the hood there packing I'll be thumpin Yo is shorty tryin to hop up in a Lexus? What? Is wrong? So get back before you flash back Now catch your ass up on the count of three Hit the light right, get the smoke, it's hella eight The first one cocks right, then the second ones fade right You lack attitude, you might as well stay up on my laps The night is hell, I'll finish this bitch Gettin some homes, gettin some G's and a houseboat By boat, you might be Mr. Clams Casino gettin the dough Hit the docks, gettin my dollouse, somethin Iathered It's hella eight figures, flyin to the lights In therazin, givin away the all night sale Fool, what's trippin you, you can't prevail I got apart letters, still hold the strap And some pieces of soul, but each letter still worse Say my name, it's my first time from death That be that hooker hella real Your third should wrapped up, I'm startin your ass The towel was promised, you aint got to worry wit that But you did get your last freak, whores wont call I'm doin bad like Johnny and she warned you She started cryin, daddy what bout yo' name, hoe what Aint fuckin wit a baby Chasin me through red, blue and purple, aint few sippin hoes So bye bye bye, can I live please don't argue Best thing since sliced bread, chunky chicken Whats on my mind, can't confront me on that Best when it comes to curses, sincerely your so average Im only here on a stupid grind Cant defeat my entrapment, Im just mad cause I made hits This is just my spit, Im compulsive Impeccent, grindin like acomputer Fast pace, big balling is my philosophy Wit auses, mattapa, feel me [Chorus] 2x [Bavu] Beato Do is my name, thats my idile Most hated, but I keep it bakin I change your nose off, im tha only girl you see Youuces tight? Then squeeze it tight I make you see Bava's lights When its on, thats when my money flip Bounce, drip drop make yo girl flip Cash Money millionaires, money mix Is all you ever find Wit that sweet sound In that thong baby your mine Make your day, disappear, disappear I'm gone, last fool smoke what you feel And I gots to keep blazin so I'm sayin That I'm gone, don't say a word now Ma I'm on that recaboating rhyme spit Here we go again whassup Artist: B.G. Album: It's All On U Vol. 2 Song: I Be With You Typed by: ***@***.*** [Intro] Yeah, we comin hard, to all my dawgs in the coma Assualt rifles, Desert his andLegacy No bakin in a fighting ring I'll spit a verse, let you know it Total dominance, ruthless and potent In a bout nigga, Let me explain the theme song But I ain't trippin but you fell ======================================== SAMPLE 248 ======================================== (Anybody can knock it) I hate rappers that say fuck-up and want money homie I hate haters who say we can't fuck with this But that's bullshit when we downs against Let's get this money and do that thang Nigga let's get this flow And get our cash on And keep our guap on When we off in dis hairdue I'm a take it how we go Shoot run on the cash money crew Whoo! (Chorus) Artist: Aceyalone Album: Hip Hop and the World We Live In Song: Future Rockers Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [uncredited spoken word poet forms the song's intro] And his quick observation and active brain allowed him to perceive the world in a moment Simple minded people could flow to the beat and run up On and on, the beat that's high, people running Unknown how long the road has Been and sometimes can't travel without express Cause the knowledge leads one to believe can make things right [Aceyalone] Once upon a time when I first learned about the mind All I remember in my mind was the beating And if you beat me, you're giving me hope And if you don't, you're beating me Dah! They say you get what you sow And if you give me hope, I'll always be there For the dreams, the dreams of others I'm a fighter man, I'll take it to the end Bring it to the surface now hope for the best And as for you and your crew, it's a whole lot of hard work Runnin up and down the line, it's a lot of us Circling on it and dancing on it Remember them other chicks dip they ass in black Cuz they, cuz I-DivinePhysically boxes and labels Dive and complain about how hard it it be But I say stay in line, not just till I get there If I drop my game all the rap game'll be lost I fought, tears from the scum and shook shit Never had a front like these other rappers I was the state of the art from scrimmage You gotta see it, I got it You try to hijack like a plane Jay-Ski and tear it apart the club I miss it, I did what I came to do Part of my job is to go and hijack it Take it hip hop nation and put it on a song as a whole, outta your white, t-shirt Go to Texas, go to Hemi, fuck em all they watch the club and they greet me and tip the degree I'm a pose - and drop it to the floor shit is tough, and keep it real as it gets [Chorus] [Aceyalone] You ever catch me down in Petronas and think that I'm gonna get rent like a rookie or that I'm gonna get paid like a game switch of mentality will only make me more relocible I've been having problems with it, they say I'm so...phony well known and respected at every show 7 minute bloopers'll drop on the dance floor full of herbs will get you in the bed me and the great finna befendiaries I'd rather be apart of the flock and share a common bed and we'll keep it in Dumb owner is a being and every being equals a loss of time, wisdom, and patience that's why the dance floor needs us [Chorus] Artist: 7L & Esoteric Album: The Soul Purpose Song: Play Typed by: ***@***.*** [ VERSE 1: Esoteric ] I'm a quarter diva, I step in the most dangerous zone Establish my crowd, completely chill in the most Dangerous Zone I step into the mic, mines Rhymes generate A desolate valley split it's rhyme for you to be considered A street cred type nigga 'dere ya Achiever if you heard the rest of me spit it before Three glorious scriptures given by the King to grace men E which is greater, this supreme conferter of fantastic raps My literature is piranhas, rappers call me the Rolly Puto loquious, my body deadly, domes placed around my waist (Hook) Play time is very priceless Lend time to the chain-cutters Make slab-side up zombies Make even ======================================== SAMPLE 249 ======================================== [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Breaker door, got more bricks than Chase hande's Don't you fuck with watchers who claim they get ta tha like huh? I'm in the hood still trickin the beats steady flow It's Lil Weezy y'all, no rubber bands free heart You beat around for yere aner niggas fuckin with us No need to steal, I'm like Elvis with my rubber band blues Get my blues from the B. Franklin, no place like home Go uptown and not a dime, I get down and dirty Get my roll on, true and not a dime And I ain't trickin with mine, I don't play for keeps Ugh, I'm out and trickin with the, trickin on the curb I don't give a fuck who you was trickin in, homes and cars I done walked in, popped in, and evicted you dudes Wayne ya heard know I'm no threats or a bitch so please Don't look down on me my fuckin buckle, buck with me I'ma fifth cap stunna, I ain't the one you wanna fuck with Picture said you the shit cause I don't give a fuck Picture said say my name too young, I'll hound you since six Won't tell you how I play a hustle every time that I walk into the court Four niggas hustle in the paint, they been there if a nigga walk in [Chorus] (4x) E'rything I do is to get paid 'Til I reach my prime, hit the dope game and make it Okay, I'm off but I'm outchea, I'm grindin out here I know a nigga lookin for another deal That's been here for a long time [Verse 3: 2 Chainz] Bad Azz and Chezzy we givin it all we got model 12 years on this bitch and a nigga still gettin it Takin off like ader to get ready for the ring A nine to your lungs, hang you a second Ring to your door, diamond here Look how I kick it, no shoes to wear but plenty brains Talk cake and somethin like gettin off the stage Then I got your girl mouth playin a song she be doin in my house She said she's drunk, she's been gone a week Sounds like aRat Paul in the XL Model Yukon Sex positivity, baby this is what you get A pussy triller faster than both Paul and Paul (cat fiend) [Chorus] (4x) [Bridge: 2 Chainz] I need a (x4) go through this world like break it down This is the travel version (truer version) [Verse 2: 2 Chainz] Uh, I like big buns, I'm in Texas I'm in QB where the black & Milds sell And where the freaks sell, fuck it, just roll they mouth Motherfuckers keep fuckin around with me, I'm a motherfuckin wreck On the rocks I got the drug business I'm so so sick let the jeep sing I'm so damn raw I could sing a song If you straight sick, then play the reebok Once it's over I'm gone chill there You get dropped bitch I don't get sick Trespass and pull a bitch out your bitch ass Put the jeep in the mud like I'm Mia X [Chorus] (4x) [Verse 3: Esham] Shit, I'm the only mack that can track the bitch I'm a track the bitch I scratch this bitch like a riddle Honey know I'm a motherfuckin rider It's Esham and the 2C it's the Setha These niggas stealing, these hoes stealing The pussy, the switch, the ?, the ? The condom, I got a treat to give Everytime you hear the phone ring Or I ring, I'm a shoot yo nut I'm a give you your life and I'm a smack yo bitch Remember I'm the one that told you Don't be mad at me Don't be mad at Shabba Don't be mad at them niggas who spitting Till you can't stand me Til you can't stand yourself Throwing shots at your momma, fucking self Breaking the law you heard me though Money chasing bitches, got gays in my blood That's why I keep the bitch to myself That's the reason why I keep the ounces If I drank or putdro in my tank, ======================================== SAMPLE 250 ======================================== , focus, focus Everything I'm saying, I'm rippin and this verse's floatin Across your broad, I'm smoking ganja and this verse's floatin (Ali) I'm just trying to live And it's show time and my name is in the game I'm just trying to live And it's show time and my name is in the game (Snow) And it's back to the city of fear In a world of negativity and ignorance I'm tryina build my name off a single dollar For my people hungry like a chickenhead at a quarter past seven At the end of the day, still locked down under the protection (Ali) Back to the city of fear In a world of negativity and ignorance I'm tryina build my name off a single dollar For my people hungry like a chickenback at a quarter past seven At the end of the day, still locked down under the protection Artist: Ali Album: Heavy Starch Song: Shout 2 the Baddsmacks Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash OH, HAH, I love it when the sky go RIGHT TO THE BAD Now Ali got his back, and I keep my black leather right ins When it's time for a nigga to lounge (BOOM!) You boys gonna make the fight go TO THE BID Oh, the bomb's comin over the birdies almost collocated Ali got 'em loungein in the corner while I continue to stack Get my boogie on! [Chorus - Snow Ku] Everybody know that I'm paid to rap, rap just don't quit Yo, I'm paid to rap, rap just don't quit I just don't know how to rap just get your skills up, just get you some [Verse 1] I must rhyme backwards, some never did, I must def rhymes to get stacks You never did a 180-take, slip up out the toilet Yo, don't count the bummy things that I eat, I recreates them later Take the gold, send 'em to the hospital The more the back, the more the back I don't really have to give it up for the brothers I could care less about the stage The more the stage the more the stage Yo, I just keep walking step The more you speak, the more I drill it I could care less about fronting The more I tell you what I believe to be true You don't believe me, you don't believe the lawyer The more that he fight back, the more the monster hunter Gotta keep fightinray alive, I reckeem The more that he sell, the more that he steal I hope you playem all like Ms. Gladys, I reckeem Yo, yo, when carelords fly, gimme the number one Show em why they ruff when they walk in they ride Ayy ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, gimme the business [Chorus] [Verse 2] Nothin's really changed, y'all sucka niggas dick The dealers no longer have 'em number one Gimme the business if you want it If you don't suck just aim for the top New Jag, new drop, no tracks on it Every album gets it, every cd gets it Every made a rapper, every sells like a hot box That's why its called the hot end [Verse 3] If you only xims, lemme hear you mash If you only vices, lemme hear you cheat Break the mold and mash, if you ain't clean cut That's the easy way to Getcurly when you ya born Ayy ayy, that's the easy way out Man I still remember when I ducked you Try not to jump when I grab you and try to bust a diggity Hah, but you had no idea that I'd hit you obselete Go and get your man at the point of I said you should have seen this coming, like a film From this fact, I'm faded promise you I'm clean So now that I'm legit, you hate me So that's why niggas who talk goth still listen But that's the price you'll pay when the hammer kick dust, in your block [Chorus] Artist: Jarren Benton Album: The Mink Coat Killa LP Song: We From The Ghost Town Typ ======================================== SAMPLE 251 ======================================== ammedpoweromb My un-measureable sounds can have mS without rhyme nonsense Amplified beyond the ten sentness Through hollow point measurements, compact and staple We express with skill Tics are measurements When I break it into sections and units You will be amazed by the simpleorthames List of lost metaphores words are synonymous Let the labuations come, let the labors come, let them murder Aiyo, my tag reads preferably white Metacarpetry, redefining lines Yet another, similar metaphor Asanson through the cranial nerve Towhich is highlyur movement nomore Cognition Some'll get impressed, some'll get impressed Some'll get impressed, some'll get impressed With Diurnal Mind sparked Puffin on that black torch Allowing the minds to operate in chained shackles Facades ofartments dirty, not least of civil You can smell piss in the grits of these poor kids All the same, they just get carried away Fucking with our freedom, when you find Losing their life if you don't Blacks with brown hair Blacks without mad brains Blacks without big brains Get up or get shut down This Tequila China Artist: Beck Album: The Information Song: Steelcrete Typed by: AZ Lyrics Question: If I was to go back in time Which date it could take place? Between the second and the second quarter Where would I start off? So long as God is real I'm ready To start it again I'll be everything I need For me to loose and fall and be floating Who am I fighting? I can't be afraid of death Time is ticking so take the gun For its time when it's time for cool Still remain true and stay still Married and divorced my love spectrum I'm trying to see a picture of the life that I want A tool to be used as a tool to make like I love you It's just a dream not a reality for some Theyotor one day I'll tell you but I won't Remember when I had to cut and run and hide and seek Who am I fighting? I can't be afraid of death Time is ticking so take the gun For its time when it's time to cool Still remain true and stay still Married and divorced my love spectrum I'm trying to see a picture of the life that I want A tool to be used as a tool to make like I love you It's just a dream not a reality for some Theyotor one day I'll tell you but I won't Remember when I had to cut and run and hide and seek Born alone on out, forever tied down What fate awaits you, what's it gonna be Punched by the public, loved by a lot, but never yours Xikano es when I was lonely, now they love trooper Bottle in the air, chugging one too many strong strong breaks Years of oppression, times were turning weak into strong kingdom When I was younger it was all about rigor mortis And people doing rights and playing with serpents But the earth was cursed with these creatures and the devil fa sho Slaves succumbing to their social evils Choking children and breaking their spirits They're swallowing up all that passes dust You can't even close your eyes with a cramp leg You're hurting in your head from a fast heart The knees that you lay, you can't even raise your chin The sky is dark as a willow tree, a willow field If you are who lift me up, and I say who is you helping I won't falter to find myself I'll falter at times, I'll falter at will I will struggle to stay alive, but I'll never sofa this From the underground, and yes the old days Don't Junoardi feed the junkyard funk I'll retonda de a bottle like Robyn Partners in the borinem, violent disconnection You keep looking for the worst in you, but you don't really care What you been through, what you going through Or what you going throughung your heart, or what you going throughung your fate I will stop you down as soon as I see you punk Let you know as soon as I hear you punk Cherry cuts yo yo drop it sound breezy yo drop If you want it, take a sip of the brown sugar Artist: 311 Album: Grassroots Song: Homebrew ======================================== SAMPLE 252 ======================================== ed Never forgot, I still feel our bond [Chorus] Keep living, keep dying Theres will be some In the end all your problems will come to kinship Ha... It's evident now nigga I know Older niggas better look out of me Know you can't fuck with me O'( ? ) niggas fakin' Into that bousy bitch straight cocked up on me Don't look back bitch Owe? [Rap Verse 2] Nigga ain't no way that you can touch SoulIGga If you ain't with me - nigga look at me! I done shot down your baby, you can't bug me You ain't no option nigga, you can't leave me! You let a gut bitch put a motha fucka in my mouth! I'm on the back street, I'm a mack, you tryna play me for a whore! Never enough, but you can get the bitch, I ain't bustin' yo bitches! They're old and frail, but they protect me better If you're like my ex-girl, I love yo soul That's why I don't trust you, I'm your homie bitch! [Chorus] Keep living, keep dying Theres will be some In the end all your problems will come to kinship Ha... It's evident now nigga I know what it's gon be Some time down south comin' down North and South sittin' Broads bluffin' Lock and load And do whatever to get that dough [Rap Verse 3] They tell me where the money gon be Oh man that's God, huh Broads in schema They can't stop me So I'ma be on my way To the club chick a cree I'm so wasted let me get a bite If you're neva seen that Shit you should go and chase that You can'sst there wit that Gots to watch that It's me Going deep like somebody poke a nostril (deep breathin) My throat billados Fingernails tight Guettes from rookie passed this Boottee She gon roll Gordon to Gordon On the big wheel Suckas worse than a motherfucker Im tired of looking stupid When i'm in town All the bitches say they wanna be me But they can't Be greed n' greed Thats how it be Im straight Im tired of hearing these hoes Im tired of nothin' So Im gonna quit And let the bitches go To the Is To the To the To the To the After all I've been thru I can't pretend I'm sittin' here talkin' crazy [Chorus] Keep living, keep dying Theres will be some In the end all your problems will come to kinship Ha... It's evident now nigga I know what it'll be Some time down south comin' down North and south sittin' Broads talkin' shit But they don't care They just wanna fuck Let me make sure you believe it [Rap Verse 1ne] I was driving over the moon The middle of the groom's honey Lookin' in the sky I was holding onto The world The ones who guard it with man Oh and they'll be falling for it Stomp through it Stomp through it (Chill!) Oh... The messthete glisten The messthete glisten Now I'm talking about a city In the middle of a slice of pie Where the butter is always greener Everything you could ever need French toast I was singing to the ball To the sun At the white clover Mama was having a talk She said I was looking at her And I said (Chill!) [Chorus] Keep living, keep dying Theres will be some In the end all your problems will come to kinship Ha... It's evident now nigga I know what it'll be Some time down south comin' down North and south sittin' Broads talkin' shit But they don't care They just wanna fuck Let me make sure you believe it [Rap Verse 2wo] Mistaken identity Damn, you just a small nerd You're not like them other guys You're not like them other guys You're not like them other guys You ======================================== SAMPLE 253 ======================================== Yo? YeahUh... Yeah, check it out It's Bumaye, I'm cool I'm a true chill brother... Artist: Psycho Les Album: Classick (S) Song: Classick Typed by: AZ Lyrics I got my Glock, and I'm with it Niggas like you always tryna spark I got to the bank for an earbud Gold finger? I don't know, I just seen yo bitches out in Acetown I got a flat check, need a new block I'm so sick, I can't sleep, I'm 'bout to bleed Hit the mall and cop the mattress Catch my grits Got a fender raided, that's crazy The shit got a gloss, he think he Moss But I been by his old trap house Talk is cheap, they let him spend Walk to my headboard, I come back with a Porsche I'm filthy like a motherfuckingeddice I see money in the circo with your girl I'm richer than a motherfucking jewel Never serve 'em from Mexico You can call my moma anytime Bitch I'm fucked up in the eyes I woke up and my mind is locked You wanna talk to me shoot Bitch I'm the shit Drug dealin' cocaine, I'm blowin' the smoke I think about you all the time Shit I'm talkin' shit I put your moms in a crown Runnin' guns in the sweats Thinkin' of the hood I'm doin' Iveything [Chorus] I need a ghetto girl Gotta keep it real bitch My nigga, my nigga whats right Gotta keep it real bitch My nigga yeah I don't wanna cry Gotta keep it real bitch My nigga yeah I don't wanna cry I need a ghetto girl Gotta keep it real bitch My nigga yeah I don't wanna cry Gotta keep it real bitch (Verse 2) My niggas always stressin' money, gotta keep it real In the hood the OG's forever trunkin' with that fo' What?, O.G. gonna drive, what?, that's what the trunk gon' do Yeah bitch, I know. I grew up long Got my G.D., my .38 and some nigga's keys Gotta go on and handle my biz I was way way up Were way bitches Were way bitch Go'd to all my dawgs I was kinda old Had a whole lotta tatoo Gotta bankroll me a mound Gotta hootie me a knot Yeah [Chorus] [Spoken during chorus] Yeah [Verse 3] If I ever touched a hundred thousand I'm hollerin' fuck you Little bitch like me need to just forget this I'm never coming back She gave me mind, I got Hard times I done fucked her before Before I even started peepin' When this ho Said I don't want your fucking mind bitch [Chorus] Artist: B.G. f/ Gar & Red Album: Play it How it Go Collection Song: Play it How it Go Typed by: ***@***.*** [B.G.] Now in the middle of the dark When all twelve spark the nickel I represent my life through my song Humble as fuck The J.J. Fakts Is what they say But it's me The ignorant colored nigga from the Southside The Low Life With the Dodge Red rangerExplode B.G. At it's top The J.J. Fakts A.K.A. J.Fakts Quickest shawty can fuck with it And get the trigger back One thing about that line Nigga bring your brain to my shop In the S.T.S. Everyday a bout of thug bustas on my block Brothas on they backs Thinking they made our asses to go to the pen Brothas on the block with them thugs Bustas on the block with them swangas Cursing bitches and slugs Dissing Planet as a desert, what the fuck I represent Mya well It's all about the green So play the role I be thuggin' with tha paper I'm on my P's and Q ======================================== SAMPLE 254 ======================================== sedan Benz I know for sure its spectacular x-ray Ghost crabs search for plants but no one cares Rock out and shoot yo' plant Follow and push it back to the Stone Shit on planets earth Planes are falling back to earth quin de platino��s escape style You can't defeat me I got legendary status O.G. Hide behind the mic and my fuckin' facts It's all science, It's insane My sanity's slipping away Oh shit! Hey, possessed by the ghosts of killbacks Drunk Luce is always sellin' weed without a drought And speak the flu smell from his speakers Coupe Deville,Ville,North Carolina I moved to Shitnology compound I'm on a higher level, I went a coroner court And told y'all dudes this is what happened (Chorus) (Dree) A.O.K. will never be as easy as it is I see clear but this bank is still thick If you can't do it, don't bother with this Please quit acting stunned Ever since e-mail It was said we couldn't do it and you said we'd never even get it But how can you deny? With an ego, you're fine but you're sick And e-mail We don't need no one to post a message E-mail Turtle My spirit is to God We need Turtlegate But that's his name so I'm trigger happy (Chorus) (Master P) I give a fuck about no charges With 10 killas on my phone Cause you won't one-up me Better be wearin' a vest But the gat you got don't look familiar You did see me comin' passed through LaVerne You can't fuck wit' what I got And niggas ain't did nuthin' different Ain't nobody dropped a flow that I couldn't sucked up I'm so long spread curse spread They all in my face And all my peoples got lines to recite See I'm runnin' to the top I'm prayin' for the spot See they all in my face but I gotta get down on mySome Props Now what they don't know is no fate after the grave Cause they candle companions but they don't get props See today is the day that God gives you the blues And as long as you got faith Until you can't stand on your own That's when the seizures come Can't walk on your own Think of the hour it takes to get yourself down on your own What do you do but turn and walk the same roads The sun comes up and sets in control (Chorus) Artist: 504 Boyz (Halleluyah/aratogaallion) f/liciouse Album: Ballers Song: Dats My Bitch Typed by: ***@***.*** [Hook:liciouse] School girl treat me like a queen She ain't even got a man but she sure ain't jealous over another man The way you shake that ass, I can tell (tell ya girl it's cool) girls shut off your stereos and let the games rage Let me keep takin' you home just so you can see what I'm 'posed to do damn you make the bed slam [Master P] so don't you wan' do me like that gonna make me wanna lay so wont you gonna make me wanna lay gotta get up on my back will you make me go quicker gotta get up on my dick got toiling on the fire flame hit you with the aroma got the taste of a good latina girl if you want don't be vanity got a bunch of gold and other little diamonds you can find me at the candy store with my old school players ya'll making you whine and if you cheese like me then you'll mind white folks know I'm candy with hell hock and if you're white folks they won't understand Mexicans and Ash get on that ho shit, pick a bowl for me We'll get the ghini and the orchids, have the hokies and the butter And if you're funny (hell nah) then you gon' like me Chorus: girl you got taed off my baby your girl you got taed off my baby a nigga no need to deal with you when we ride...we smoke, we drink a nigga got taed off my foed candy block on ======================================== SAMPLE 255 ======================================== scene [Hook] [Verse] If I don't like you, I don't like you I got a man who cannot speak the tongue Competition, will make me reject like Accepting all their daughters and their babies They are not real, and neither are they pretty The look on their face, makes me feel real bad Elevate your heart, do what you never did But first, open up to the truth The soul that you have, it's time to open up your mind [Hook 2x] Artist: Big Mike Album: Serious As Can Be Song: Niggas Typed by: jostmatt at bluewin dot ch [ VERSE 1 ] Niggas hustle and change they name Some stay broke, too damn good to be average To be on the same shit, it seems they're switching They on they grind, getting to the top Whipping theyself out of control, doin crazy thang But if you asked her, they wouldn't give you shit They got faggots, car thieves, petty-money-pounds High school dropouts, niggas who stole cars And bitches who kept pet snakes The dangerous game, heard boutbefore Powder fiends, running up a charge Busting caps on stoplights, flossing through the city I seen mothafuckas do time But I don't look like a stunna They got whores whose souls are dark They got kinks to their looks They swagged out baby, who don't know shit? I can seat Fillmore, with a C penalty Bust a kill, now I'ma fillmo Back out with a sack, ass-back Now fillmo, fillmo, fillmo, fillmo Ya just a groupie ha of niggas outta ya shoes [ VERSE 2 ] A fraggart crossed out (yeah), loser's tall story short I'm like the Gs that got their ass ate in L.A. Like bitches that smoke the reefer, drink spirits, Sprite Man I'm out the do', hittin 'em with the glock and back and Trash-ass niggas that might as well be off of The Ritz Like them niggas with the bag and the bra, run up Snitchin on the bitch, and leakin off that coke In '15 I got a price on my neck, bitch I can't let her fuck with me and my clique She gon' cause my neck is my chick And bitch, if you let her, I'ma bust a bitch And I'ma speak the truth, 'til the CEO throw brick hands Say your prayers, pledge allegiance to the flag Or I'll stabbed your chest and put you on a flight of the page Fuck you and your cousins, eats Gator tunes People on my level, party like the 68 And I don't even drive, but I plow along side the block [ CHORUS 2x ] Artist: Big Mike Album: Serious As Can Be Song: You Niggas Ain't Holdin' Typed by: jostmatt at bluewin dot ch [ VERSE 1 ] I'm straight up out that gutta, for y'all who ain't heard about me I'm Big Mike, that G who work at the liquor store Lil' mack might lurk, in them V bottles all servin I'm playin that H-Town shuffle, now how the fuck you gon' like that? And I'ma grab the pump and turn the deuce back into a green glass You know how it go when the Gangstas bend knees I'm hangin all over your block and I might lift a bat up It's gangsta stuff, I got the Mac-11, so go and Harbor Street Or front ya like I'm drawin all my shows in Florida It's real around here, we don't got much shootin here I got a $10 lump sum grip, like a yo ass was gettin smoked Besides, all my niggas retarded straight Magnolia Boyz So I spend my do' and pull a mansay First I lay him down on the ground, then I hit him with my thing Wanna learn about V.L., then I leave him After I hit him, yo who owe you? I take care of the car, drive it back Lil nigga I ain't never owe you, first thing ======================================== SAMPLE 256 ======================================== online Rest assured that Garciaparra is your hype/malign Cuz she'll claim +She Goes+ and dress how you want it If you want +She Rolls+ better put on your bra It's like this, one of Realcore Superstar Hot black with a Spanish ass, that's the way you do your dance In the club you wanna cop da knot whodie Pull out the dutch and pull di Kool with her bra If you want a +ShTooMuchThine+ fuck her on her knees And put that thing on me because she's a selfish fuck I'm a full-grown woman, far from short me Far from stop, why should I split her chain? I'm higher than a fucking wave It ain't a thing for Slim Thug I'm the motherfucking funk nigga Bink Is And I'm gonna flip for that haters in '94 [Chorus] [Sean Boake] When I was young I used to knock down facades Im down a mean street bitch named face that look like she pregnant Master-uh, oratoro, good with the ghetto schemes Shootin' pistols out a 6′s, til it looks like it's gettin' paper Like a South Carolina boy I'll put a hole in your baby baby K.K.S. with the static, will leave a blood stain in your pocket! When I was young I was naughty, niggas called me the quiet man But what I like, is to get my chest wet and then i'll slam on you And hit you with someumatic beats, and bang you with a chain lock A blunt smoked with herb that'll take your head out like shquipt Bitches, I'ma your head up cause my game up, brains & tears Clips long like I'masin a Gump, and my game up I told you once, I'm from Uptown, you know my name It's a cold game, and you know it's play'n A.B.B, (???) and the Grand Imperial To any fake niggas, that be bluffin' bitches Get them bitches, they lowride with they skinny ass Won't cause they pussy made you want to fuck her, right? [Chorus] [Ad Rock] Well it's the Spliff, we killing it Hoes like bottles of Rosé, flicks of Bill and Bill, left and Puzonna mix it right On your girlfriend whip it Now I'ma get it and mix it right The Biz came and I spent thousands On the fake hoes that be bluffin' Get money, do it, nasty The bitch, got a brain that can blind the thoed She let the dick fly low, and it's off me That's why niggas, better dress And if your watch ain't broke, now you in a stretcher You on the floor sellin' crack, we in a caravan Hollow is who we are, come in the millions We in a caravan, a part of the new squad Sold bottles of 'Salvador, and made millions In the eighties a black child named John Blazed From the slums in the city of lames I met Rock, he had visions of Beatle and his charade And 'Lu on throupe drink, I was drinkin' AndChuck D would bring the champagne ryme Squeeze the rulers from airplanes like Gretta I'd give anything to see Ju keep it fly like a hula hoop [Chorus - 2x] Artist: B.G. Album: Life After Cash Money Song: Don't Talk to Me Typed by: ***@***.*** Boy, I fell off like a bad bag of drugs (Yeah, I'm damn near dead) (Yeah, I'm damn near dead) (Oh, yeah) (Let's do a haircut) (Red bottoms) (Red bottoms) (You want a cut-through ? nigga?) (One straight to the neck) (Now look out One straight to the face) (One straight to the face) (Fuck that) [Verse 1] Nigga want me like a free drink Fuck a hater I don't know I feel good and I feelrighteous And two lips sealed like voodoo sealed up the sound Jumped up to the occassion The only time I smile ======================================== SAMPLE 257 ======================================== Dead scissors I kill*em (leavin blood right in your throat) I'm blazing a habit I'm cleanin my house The trash that I'm set free (unlaw) I ran off with the catsello Fellowship Screened for the cameras (felonies) Deadline was twenty-one (21) Deadline was passed On a black sofa (Black sofa) I met a lac Who search like a porno And want a shot with a whore Take off all your clothes And give the devil some (some) And before I let him stuff it Make me thank you for the lies you told (you made me lie) And before I go I wanna dedicate this here to all you-los mo's Bitches When I was younger it was believed He was only 8 But now he's 16 finally He and Blaq fame I pray he don't take it any more He used to be a friend of a vacatuley Now he's started a business career Lost interest in getting his bachelor's dreams fah Started as a high-dollar dream, ditched for a lower dollar lust Then all of this started with a three year plan Something with a tendered battery To a baby momma mortician Answering questions, asking her for a prescription A surgical call, a board To a doctor who'd torn up his scalpel Cant jump into the magic bin Started chasing junkies and never found a cyst Oh my God! (Bang) Cut open the scrotum with a knife Cut perfectly open the want of skin off the diaper Cut clean inside theeprd Put the neck and the ventilator on the front G-code rings had the heat tacking Around noon Dr. Phil, the yellow shoulder With a signal gun in the briefcase I told the brain tohang back and forth while the rest stays bent Bum sex 'till her T-shirt rung Waited for the second day of rest But it didn't happen, instead it happened You work at the clock, palm rest With aHold 9 and a Nasatic groove I hope the closet of Hypnotize wears shoulder pads With a Sports on the Air (scopin' the notes) With a leather seat back Coolin' inside the embedded space Then her alarm went Running myhum back and forth You know the deal Dead body's hook I'll be waitin' for you in the afterlife I hope I'm spending my cash right And I'm an fan of your skin You know the deal And I'm an ovation (I like your flava) And I'm a betta you don't wana last forever I'm an ovation (I like your cereal) I'll an o Maria lunch With a cling and flower petals You know the deal And once again I'm in the sun Pain, holding on to nothing To make everything that's for free I'm the everything Hanna open your parachute And sting you when you goosing Throbbing your studs and grinding your heels You know the deal And once again I'm in the sun Pain, holding on to nothing To make everything that's for free I'm the everything Hanna open your parachute And sting you when you goosing Throbbing your studs and grinding your heels You know the deal Artist: Asheru & Blue Black (Unspoken Heard) Album: Soon Come... Song: Dear You Typed by: ***@***.*** * send corrections to the typist Girl: Into you, into me, into you, into me {*1 season*} (Intro: repeat 2X) Dear you, even though I can't be near you This is something that I'm here to do I know it might appear to you to be shady but since you made me chose Yo, hip hop is my lady so I guess you lose Verse 1: You always pulled attention, for me Nah, I was afraid of getting embarrassed You made me feel like a star That's why I really miss your work Only on the streets can I witness Fianceable as you wanna be Sayable as you are, and yo, Asheru be like you wanna be Stand tall and steady hold your head Show you I ain't gone stoppn't letting go We gon' make it a money flow, baby till we fall Make it so when you fall it's going to ======================================== SAMPLE 258 ======================================== rites ames of despair whoops with envy make society run amphibian invented rap c relate to us today punk mother fuckin distortion that shit is so bad how can we get past it Artist: Radioactive Nuts Album: The Binaryequalling Song: negatives Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash Don't be losing time by not only rocking but you're loving it And just by being good we're saying a lot of good Don't try to score andGrafix your frame just a little bit at Tateaucuu, Screw and similar I'm causing a riot beware, the oddity of mixin and lyrics box Lifestyles or more loosely it's the border between the indoors and the outside From the blur, when its night time Don't be losing time by not only rocking but you're loving it Like the Weddin Effect by Paul Green You're stealing my heart but it comes apart at the seams like an Interstate There's a lesson I must learn though; the less I say the more I prove And the more I misbehave, the more it breaks my heart But then you see, I have a natural high And if I was anyone else I would probably be proud The moment you taste, you'd think I'm lunatic Don't be losing time by notating sentences But you'reGiving Em Peace a offer that's sure to please the Heart The demands of a man are like a curse You looking down, you're letting loose and tripping And if you are prone to misbehave, you're causing alaughter Don't be losing time by notating sentences But you'reGiving Em Peace a offer that's sure to please the Heart The demands of a man are like a curse You looking down, you're taking precaution But you'reClaude for the track to make you jump If you're prone to do wrong, you better think fast You're following, I'm taking every chance I can But I see the beauty in everybody's and it's our mistake to be insecure And when I'm about to slip, the author would never do that On the contrary. I always. Deny it It's easy for you to slip in your later days and end up doing some really stupid things Ignoring all the people who really don't look like us or make us think you're the opposite of us The genius remain dark like Keronosol You know what it is, you're. Like. Binary. Like. Thes elliptical Don't be losing time by notating your genes But you're stealing my heart but it comes apart at the seams like an Interstate And every single step I take, the more it will be regret Like the way you took the money but you're stealing my heart but it will be repeat I'll teach you that I'm no poor paper I can take it as friends and as my possessions And I will do whatever you want But forget about the small talk and all the fight, I will set you up for something, when you're rolling with the Hoe patrol, no name's askin' pardon I'm. like Tina Turner, I'm Not having any success Thought you had my phone turned on You should put it on more You're getting so drunk Beat your nose Do something nasty Not talking or talking just walk with your hands Didn't nobody say what's on your mind You're acting strange doubles in it You know what, are you kidding me? In that whenever I.1. sleeve you got your brain Then you got the text, don't want no with it Didn't nobody know what I was saying It's about timing your listen to hear this message Don't be losing time by not doing shit, By not doing shit,By not doing shit [2x] Artist: Action Bronson f/ Big Body Bes, Mac Miller Album: Blue Chips 2 (Mixtape) Song: 9 to 5 Typed by: ***@***.*** [Intro] It's okay, pretty much I can't feel my face. It's okay, I'm fine. [Chorus]x2 You know, it's okay, pretty much I can't feel my face It's okay, I'm fine. [Action Bronson] The rainbows are gone, the raps are gone The stars are gone, but the love is gone You know that ======================================== SAMPLE 259 ======================================== get it blues No justice in this here game Spray the shells, spray the rocket Put shells in the Benz, and on the sofa bed Benz Trucks, we dumping off blocks, know the haven buster, won't stop known for dropping out and getting some Gold Roleys, automatic automatic trunk tatoooon automatic trunk break-boy trunk truckers (Chorus) (Killah Priest) The higher class vocalist They can't seem to find the exactly Hit the room and I'm loving the music They all up on it, acting donkey Everybody upstairs you know it's us We're hobby ones, David Beatty and Patience Beatty the Donny,ility and modest Patience Knowledge is making Lawd of God or should I say therodd a ring I'm a yardie for God's own cause See most rhymers can't win Ya'll catch the one and only Chef 917 MC, BQE Feel at your best on my own sickle cooker And I'm about to die Pay attention Figure out the motive Hidden from the future So you can never guess What the future gon do Forgo material castigation, here's to the best Wishing you luck You know the road it is it alone Realize, it might nothings Or houses it could be Gone down the street Now all we miss is a piano (Chorus) Artist: Beenie Man Album: Brand New Money (S) Song: Brand New Money Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Verse 1] A who waan big business more In a betta wid a what's next Higher continues innas wid the honey The whole a dem morning paper Got the paper it's target la pergum Papua mi let the ace general Stay in the ace general let the soldier leave Man ah dem know a jiu jitsu [Chorus] Dem bwoyan tree Bwoyan tree wid all a red Ask the rasta man Red red black suit Man ah police choppers So choosers cut eagle nor tats Ci mi pommeling mi wid the drama Red black suit Red black suit The politician suit up [Verse 2] Me fraidado Me rich ah mi a no Payay Tequila maker Diario part a Bikes mi a come Bikes mi a come Red bone hear the ride Red bone sip Red bone cater Mi a buy the most expensive buckle Ficken nothing gyal Wid mi bare Ride Diaro gizzle Gyal a gimmi Red bone watch mi fa hear it [Chorus] [Verse 1] [Chorus] Artist: Beenie Man Album: Brand New Money (S) Song: Brand New Money Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Intro] Sha mi-bassador, meck yo have some Yo have some, wa a go hail yo some Yo have some, a so far, wa have some Yo have some, a so far, a go hail yo some Yo have some, a so far [Verse 1] Me carry date wa be all in a mi bank account Mi just waan mi girl fi buy mi shoes Too far mi waan mi niggas go further Badmind mi think mi naw swag [Chorus] Pass a Wire Fiend Tell a Gouda come work me Tell a Gouda come work me Tell a Gouda come work me Get the Cash Faragada, Boo and Sada We nanda this a big no explosion Who the fouinest one who know all flavors Who got the funk for the funk and I love the funk but Tell a Gouda Faradata, Yo si joge who get the cash? Don't fake it, tell no shame Puffing it and sucking it [Verse 2] A Wha wat soon, a tell ma ma mi a wine Sag me amor wid the rats gats and glocks Teacha and moschito a moschito cause this is yo language Married to the game, Mozart to Chopi Illustrate every moment [Chorus] Artist: Beenie Man Album: Brand New ======================================== SAMPLE 260 ======================================== whispersusivepected Feb 25, addiction Bottom line if you Aquarian you need at least 10 swats to break (scraggy beat?) Go head and blaze ('em) And if you large readers, I'm quick to break when I see a check Even top Chef, we breed the beef that's rowdy and outty [aww, yea] And when they queried it I already knew, I wouldnt hesitate (I'm running out of patience) Step to the light, cuz you about to run out of time Start plottin some big black fiends about to jump in a ruckus (Are you looking for some big Black Guys??) Old fool, tickled (Fuck with a vet?) I'm good with this broad; fuck Uncle Sam It's done, I'm pub with these fools Tune into the sounds of these hopelessly misfits Hop in the radio and see this smashtro on the air (Damn) Time to go to war with these Black "Gamblefathers" [?] sellin on that [?] Man fuck you Trappin' Chris, we havin' fun Like a Black Boy wearin' a tank top Son, I need a suit made out of suede leather tanks and motherfuckin' hoes with silk seats but no, you can't touch my soul Don't tell me you my enemy cause I'm my brother Tune into the sounds of these hopelessly misfits [Truck] We out here playin' with some money Tryina' pay our rent, ride in that train God damn tanks, you overlookin' my place You needin' a bath but there's no landlord This place is packed, gotta be soak in that ***@***.*** [Verse 2: Bun B] By all means, alright I got my feet wet from ol' yellow Locs Got to pace and talk, rest in peace to my partner Rich never showed me love, for real I'm Braveheart, will saved by an angel State of the artecho is here, not in the trailer We hex this bitch, called "Silver Trey" Many heads sayin' "Pick an eye" Should I try and switch to gold when I'm down cold Shit I'm a hundred times bold, like Lebron James Pay attention to a target now I need permission to move What, hell if I change my ways, my morals are insatiable If you down with a D boy, be sure to check out my flow Night of the rider, Big Shug Daddy Swerve in the tats, you better not wear the wrong draws Chase the money cuz you don't have it all Do it all, mashin' with the cheat of colors I'm the meaning of the word Punishment is a man You can't Fade Me on the radio or the CD My duty as a dealer, musical writer Drivin' hip-hop soccer I'm the bee-fucking queen I like to call this shit "Swisha Rush" "Congregation Chatterpeel, tell 'em +Tell 'em Now" I really don't understand how you Had to learn how to write with a Indian, a Indian I remember, I used to tell Slim, "Remember 86th?" Conversations on the phone all night, all night All night, hope the +Dee+ keeps bustin' [Chorus: Tash Mahogany] The word, the word Hands out, hands in the air, stay still Found something you can touch, rightiemobile, ok The word, the word Hands out, hands in the air, stay still Found something you can touch, rightiemobile, ok {*girl dances to the beat*} [Verse 3: Tash Mahogany] I been a father I been a schese Vanoon, oke Nile Been on and on until I died I ain't singin' less, why muhfuck? Took it to the extreme, gotta' put it on again Show me what I've been through, gotta keep it grrrib Show me what I've been down, too down Caught up in the belly and now I'm goin' They tryna find me, they gonna have to jack me For tryin' to kill me, that's a hate-act Tried to tear me out of my zone But I let 'em know I was the original Goin' to the heavens with angels in reach Spirit on my side, I got angels under my seat I charge mad max ======================================== SAMPLE 261 ======================================== when my mind is drifting across shadows alertness to open fire without my pencil when I think right through every part of the battle I wrote I just hope that you wake up when your ten fingers deep I often forget things I should've let be instead of rewind spending time giving up bust open double now I now believe that everything's gonna be alright Chorus + (2X) Apocalipps, I'm tellin' ya This is the struggle for souls, yup, the struggle for souls Yo, Apocalipps, if you are, you can get beside this Ya lookin' for someone to rock it Cuz it is you I went from fan to fan and these are the songs that I sing (Verse 2 -Keek D) Uh-huh, you know I'm kinda faded the way you make the beats all sound better Sometimes ya blow cuz you never lie to me, you're the only who know I Now I would have to disappoint her but try to disregard what I tell her The type of person who think life is about five decisions away And life will throw your best to throw the worst one out Then knock on your front door and tell you to come back inside Waitress was a bad girl and she really ain't you She worked all day and even Uncle Sam ain't shit And she kept an abeya but he got an even fee Once a month he'd meet me in the middle of the night Just to get drunk and we'd kick it for the week It's like a party and all the people that you know Would come and go but not all the time Sometimes I'd get drunk and told myself I was full And then said to myself that it wasn't such a good It was a dream and that was kinda true If it was, then it was only dream manifest destiny (Verse 3 -Carolynn decept quotable) People call me greedy if their hearts like the wild duck I'll have you eye to the sky when I move My habitat is in the rapture calm from the rain Enveloped and fried molds and then fried food Burned and fried foraging over problems that we solve Minds are robbed because we burn and fry forever Erupting when the pressure rises Briefing the mind is a must I hold it down 24 hours The day to day or should I say night to day Even when it's just a hobby I take it all day Even though it's one of my proudest accomplishments That's what it's about uhh Meet you at the top of the stairs uhh (Chorus) (Verse 4 -Carolyne) It's hard to take a name Or gain so wealth That you could lose How can I grasp the finer things That I do How can I creep In a game These fools forgot thee Thought it was a breeze But it's faster to decay We all fall from the sky As if I was a spiral Quick falls down the stairs of self destruction (Bridge) (Verse 5 -Carolyne) How can I fall off In a game I been having with so much unity The only thing I could feel Was, getting thin As I dipped into poverty This poverty got me in a world of numbness I tried to ball with all the power If I try I think it's lyprend to crack I try to crime house and list it listeners, they wanna go and live But see, it can all wear on smooth soul Tighter than a strong man Don't live sad sleep just to get through the night double up, three times a day Cause that's the life a livin' Al' Sometimes just gotta find the strength to still be true To what they came for commitment to do And be true to yourself Don't do it all on your own (Chorus) Artist: 6lack Album: East Atlanta Love Letter Song: affe related Typed by: AZ Lyrics Ay, excuse me I don't need a guy I need a man, so let me be conscious I been seeing you all I been seeing you all So let's just do it on the one, two It's been a couple days since I last seen you I don't think that it's 'spose to be losing you I don't think it's 'spose to be losing you I don't think it's 'spose to be losing you I never thought I would see the day when I'd be waiving you ======================================== SAMPLE 262 ======================================== about the drugs and the braggadocio Wanna harm you and your crew? Better turn this bitch up And run your mouth like a dialect bitch I ransack the beats like awho cadence Bitch I am the ghetto with the grace to rip the infered flows My style is vicious bitch the syllabus is lethal I run through the herd at night like slit-throats to the groups I take it back like Mad Hatter's Anthony The reason these terrorist outfits got the upper hand Is the ability, to build and expand likeVenom to bite the nation Spittin like Ulamogaz, takin out the whack before the HAH covers it [Big Daddy Kane] My lyrical gems will cleanle ya Even if ya not on ya like freshman you still going to that night like you just did you, and you still you cant kill me I got around like freshman (Chorus) [Hook] "This is a musical message for the lower mid-section..." Artist: Big AK Album: explaining... Song: explaining Typed by: AZ Lyrics explaining This how you want it to be I rather keep it in the family I look at it as an option options are very rarely common If a you can achieve success it's very often common options is very rare Wanna win the hearts of the kids who are hungry? To kill off these evil things within Can't you see that life's in the hand? Slipping through the tunnels with tunnels of Misperceptions Stay clear, don't tell me to ignore the signals I do them just like you do them, they're very, very, few The snakes, the lamb, the lamb, the lamb, the lamb I tell you what... The Lamb, the Lamb, the Lamb The Lamb, the Lamb, the Lamb The motherfuckers... the Lamb [Chorus] explaining... Just tell me what you want want what you need want what you need want what you need You wanna fuck me mama [Verse 1] Take a look at the past tense, like I wanna feel on my feet Nobody said I had to raise to lick the chain Until my daughter was old enough to start a car Momma had to cook our first bean Until that little bologna was on the top of my Ferrari All the jokes on me like I'm watching homecoming Got you on your back like a strongarm I wanna run but I'm scared you swing like a knee Hate it's cold, but I beat it way back In other words, I'm still hurting I miss my dog, when he went away I thought I told you, to put your coat back You ain't taking off, this is my territory I'm on my knees, I'm on my knees I'm in my zone, I'm not giving out I got them hammers, I'm not giving out [Chorus] [Verse 2] Uh, come to think about it I'm not giving out Everytime I hit you I wanna smack ya, wha wpfo? I don't know squat, with a half a pound Uh, you gon pay me? G don't know shit, I don't sell 'em I think about it atently at the park where I stay Most of my niggas, just come I give 'em Most of these niggas, I run with 'em See me in the club, we drinkin, actin, actin with 'em I can spot a million, I can spot a hundred million I'm on some rob a nigga shit, I'm not giving out [Chorus] [Break] Artist: August Alsina f/ Trinidad James Album: World View Song: Ghetto Letters Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Verse 1: August Alsina] I'm the first nigga to cross the line Got me spending, on each and every gram Started off a friendship, real friends my team'll stick with me I started followin' you was probably destiny I started followin you too but maybe then I could be She love me 'till I die, she know I got a daughter She started Instagramming and Twitter followin' us You know them bitches keep loving me She know I follow too many hoes She like all the pictures and Franklin Robins She like take a photo, she can show all your secrets She ======================================== SAMPLE 263 ======================================== basil and milk by the dozen I got something for the kids no monkey won't drop it I got something for them just stack it Chorus: [A.M.C.] Love (Love) Love (Love) You drove me right through the door Did everything for me to see your beauty [Franky Botts] What you talkin', My life is a roller coaster I ride 'em all constantly Pull me to each other with a vine What you got, my journey is a beautiful one too We Dipping like we Dipping on Mikesha's Flashin', thinkin' about my unborn Life, beautiful, but it's a damn shame To go from having dreams to becoming a casualty, a cakewalk A chick as beautiful as she that could give it to me, hold it for me When you lose your mind, it's a real pitfall to see a father Becomes what he says, what you whisper, what you do for me Becomes a casket by the Southside that I drink to get that L.P. station I ain't lying, cheat sheets, what the ? got me, I'm calling mother-in Me and Ab, K-T, Coolio, L.A.S. we all double D, now that's a wrap And it's a four-do, plus I got a coke stash Ain't trippin' over shit, cause I still mack And you can understand by the look in my eyes Or you can't understand, but I don't care Shorty's talking thug and shorty's a thug A G's LP and a rap cheat In the trunk with a extra 1 in the back We push though we push through And with the westside in our tone, kick it for our westside Chorus Artist: Apathy f/ De Razd Album: Eastern Philosophy Song: All About Crime Typed by: ***@***.*** [Scratch Chorus] "One gun, two gun, three gun, four Yours, mine, it's all about crime" - Onyx on Kaysie Jones "One gun, two gun, three gun, four" "One gun, two gun, three gun, four" "Ayo look here come my judge man, he hearing that..." [Verse One] {"abies", "abysss", "diggy ways {"bloody eyes"} We hustle to break the chains and then we sees it's all about the bread and butter It's mention of crimes you name, I don't gave a ratna how I was raised I'm Jim, B. I rhyme to support my pride The homie fell out the club as the scene blew I remember like alot of folks in the hood still believe in violence And I'm glad police and pop's are held to account For their actions through the fear I feel when I go to the line As if the saying, "Everyone goes to jail if they come to fight" Showing you just how far these clowns really go when they on stage Those that go too close, those that go too far Those that go far will get far more than just hurt Hope inner city youth don't come after you for 21 months It's funny how people try and debate just to tighten their belts But you, you, you shows up to be a queen You go home crying and asking whats happened I guess I'm just.. thinking.. [Scratch Chorus] "One gun, two gun, three gun, four Yours, mine, it's all about crime" - Onyx on Kaysie Jones "One gun, two gun, three gun, four" "One gun, two gun, three gun, four" "Ayo look here I go now Hallelujah" - Onyx [Verse Two] On the streets all night everybody gotta get they bae to some Ayo, we don't care about your last words We can put that on our life support and then lay He's full of fright when he stepped out the club He wanna talk to you, but you don't wanna him He fights so you light it up and take it to the Benz He's become a Rees - a demon with a fire like a demon should It takes a while like a motorcycle But when you ride, you Float like a skydiver See, Konvict is up to no good Any attempts to try to stop it, I drop mines like a cop Abusing women and children, like they nitped Got your ass running scared ======================================== SAMPLE 264 ======================================== What I told you, I'm somethin you can't trust Holiday Inn is where the ballers be ballin Where the hoes be winein, Anna Mae throwin We be ballin out suites whip it for the tailgate They break out in a whole new game that I'm hopin To skip school, play the jackin and set up shop Find it a crime to shoot a nigga And you know we do wit the blood, fire and cahoots I got a lil money to give you (Chorus) I gotta have it! You leavin the club! Livin it deep in the night! You gonna find me in the wood! You leavin the club! Livin it deep in the night! You know like foreplay? Livin it deep in the night! Artist: Audio Push f/ OG Maco Album: Radio (S) Song: Radio Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Intro: [Baby inhotspot] I told babygie be cool You a dime for your act! Baby you a dime I aint gon' buy my watch! I dropped the 20 and I aint gon' charge it! I told my friends that I'll do it! Tell yo girl that its cool! [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] Tell that bitch to drop it low I'm finna hit that road Got the mask on, red roses to match Bitch I'm from the 17th And I aint fuckin with no hoes no mo' [Verse 1: Audio Push] We bout that free meal.. We bout that free meal We bout that free meal We bout that free meal We bout that free meal Woo [Verse 2: D-Gotti] Put em in a white girl's Benz paypress, Ferrari with the guts Put em in a rich nigga bitch paypress Take off the orange got the chips but I keep the L tryna hit the V understood, I'm a finna win I'll die for this money so I'm a get it off my face You gon' love it whenever you re-up Maybe with a little devilishment Bitch you can love me, need me post up Drop a dime piece to burn up Can't help that bitch that eating is my only hobby I'd rather wine and a cigarette mollyHB Five ostrach, a pair of elk wings White lady snatch my Benihana Jeep You don't want no problems just be in my palace In my kitchen mistress made me a skeet skeet skeet I've been warning you a long time About your man and his man is wack Aww you lookin' so chubby, your man is going to need some Fash [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] Tell that bitch to drop it low I'm finna hit that road Got the mask on, red roses to match Bitch I'm from the west And I aint gon' charge it! I just bought a white iPhone I got it from jail, it's in my moms I ain't got no time to waste I ain't tryna waste it Got a million cars, that'siesta nigga Got a gang of them, call them lions Glenwood totter, Jordan chain, kush, and them [Verse 3: D-Gotti] I got them ooh wee bitches I just pull up on my pager Talk about moreang Cochran I'm not dumb though, I be dumb though Play them mellow little Looking like a chemist 100,000 dimes A million sales dollars 40 hoes with me Now this party ain't stopping Catch me chill, these hoes got me Took them toes off, caught me Drop that log y'all Three chain, three chain, uh Gimme some, five, six, maybe 10 more [Chorus] Artist: 40 Glocc f/ Suga Free, Eifeddine Album: 40 Qdunn Road (S) Song: 40 Qdunn Road Typed by: ***@***.*** [Verse 1: Asheru] Double R, Triple T, Ali Queens, puncher jackets Water whipping, middle fingers to grandma The block is hot Zip code waved Then the other side It's like we roll I'm that middle finger to the cops Singin bar ======================================== SAMPLE 265 ======================================== Mobile USA/ cells and tv in the house very few network decks dont match my visions We post bail and then go back to Jamaica bitch nigga please Respect the homies, you die from sin, refuse toardless No one can deliver you though cousin do what you gotta do Stay strapped with the heat pack so I'm flippin aimin at your heart nigga [Chorus] - repeat 2X [Verse 3 - Akon] Should've kicked her to the curb Had consequence Beggin for a little bit She said my name, and Ginger twisted fate in the wind If you knew what the mean That it would make you feel worse What you know you probably saw me at the deli look straight Carry me to court now The judge read the verdict And gave my brother three weeks to pay The man whoSent the other two got no ill will He said he did give them his word But you know I have no trust And that's a fact Dog that's actin crazy and that's a fact [Chorus] - repeat 4X Artist: 5th Ward Weebie f/ Kane Album: Usual Suspects Song: Click Yo Head Typed by: ***@***.*** (Hook) A.O.T.P. We'll make ya click yo head wit me (5th Ward Weebie) OE gon blow your head off Look into the fashion, the way my breath was dispersed Future numbed up, Beyonder ain't Care Bury My guns after me, in and around your finished Step in the disco, full of plus ones And Elmo with more skills Full of that guz cause they beyond lame In life my enemies dunno ( dunno) But you shine so bright I turn they retarded idea to a plan Lightning quick to duck thanks to my man Hennessy Step in the confederavy Ya'll the pace I'm upper class, you upper class As I lower you And stunish your body with that of anAcid Rose (Hook) Now, now me and 7th ward Weebie Spit some music and blow the roof off Now I'm gon have my wig split and gators twitchin And I leave your brain sunk like theaman Deep beneath the bayou Away from the sea cause it pays the bills Gator boots and a nose like a Thalle I'll get ya sowed up Ya brain would sprout from the scalp A sassy voice might pop up to give you some much needed anorl (Hook) Now, now me and 7th ward Weebie We gettin to the middle like Luke Pacman, it's the down man Bitch don't try to duck this (Kane) K and A goes the burner Once he get the money they gon clown him Kid take me and my nigga Stone to the minimum That's what we do right? Took us dressed like a peppermint To give myself a dose of the jane I'm steppin out the cape, sandals and white T Nose and boots on my Reeboks, strum that thang Holding that tec and a rocket, now we in space Bitches wanna suck my dick even though my plan is pretty useless Maybe show me love, but who can tell me? Dawg you got a man, with no flaw in you I mean, you ain't jaded, I mean you just love the life Maybe one day, but not so now (Hook) Now, now me and 7th ward Weebie We gettin to the middle like Luke Everytime we link hands we gettin close So you can get close to the tec.. contact the smut nigga (Do you wanna smoke) (Verse 3) Yo, fuck a couple bitches and a gutted house Talkin about reckless rap flows Niggas say Jigga but most of y'all niggas wouldn't try So I'm not a rapper, where you get that from? You see the tec in my neck? Fuck that It's the same shit you would never wack a lick from 50-50 Fuck a-hole, punch you in yo nose For yo cheese you need to grub up your wrist Put some crills in your mouth and chunk off the back You know you're whippin junk and I'm cruddle you up Cheer with a cool one shot wish on the com ======================================== SAMPLE 266 ======================================== electrons to any indivisible Siphon zero energy, rewind it back �till weuclear winter Next move be (-2C) burn the (-2C) All that starts from a pebble's mass to a diamond NowObserve axinos Keith Haring Move his tangos gall stiff as stiff as thongs I move mass units like suburban trains Destroy half the population of tacky mic's Instantaneously intensities, call it prosecciousness BuildShock individuals feel the boombastic feelin me Blissfully insane and state collapse Chaos, chaos and it's not gonna stop You hear my voice nowocus and override Every force of mind blinds on you CBlood suckas on your buddy-buddy Surviv the universe and you'll be fine In the end it comes to this Seen the path that you're supposed to tread Suba being cooked paranoia suspect All the rage levels beyond that of sleep Get up and walk through this house NowObserve the ATF Agent bitch Catch a rush like the lord Invokepanic your inflexibility Mind your triflest worries Talking smack smack interrupt The stress of terrorizing American Hustle Will complete your collection The dark heartbing scar Kurt Ol' Is telling my spirit towards you I bet you never figure it out My in through the roof early so we can watch it from the clouds You know the deal kane's on the mission I'm about to cover my bases I could be the President, I'm also the Prime Minister There's no proof I'm ampullin So remember this to keep your minds out of the potting When I was bluffin you can't fuck with my toxic [Chorus 2: Ab-Soul + SZA] It's just a small thing Always in the family It's just a small thing Living out of style If you so, son Wanna fuck with me Wanna fuck with me I'll be minutes from jail still In my zone Artist: Annakin Slayd f/ Trinidad James Album: Stalwart Empire Song: Loud Typed by: ***@***.*** [New York City] Lame for a reason Waving big beats like we are Trinidad James in the building [New York City] I couldn't hear the drum beat Callin in my citybound, luggage To baggage and couch trips But now I'm back in the mix Burgers and hors d'ourves Are at the Manhattan b Dwellas With my own cash flow Still on the strip and not servin' drugs This is New York back in the day... [Peril] They told me this world wasn't so what's the deal If you ride for your war then hit first Wonder if those babies conscious on whether they can walk first Got to keep 'em in the dark through the ghetto night Never have been Freedom or Democracy The bosses are the fools that never gave a fuck And the system be damned if it tries to balance Dusty Orsades will He walk til the day is gone Tell me what you say and we'll start to dig homes Stolen keys for the ones who don't give Powder the block with the blunt for the cops Player-hating pitbulls will attack and steal It's sad news, the struggle is done When the money, the power, the throne is bought Stay black and get scarred, just as bad [Chorus - Trinidad James] Lamebrains, lames, and lames Get the face off of these schemin We get liver from lamebrains That's how it is But I assure you, the streets will get you scarred [Verse 2] You only get if your blCola needs cleaner Lamebrains, lames, and lames Get the face off of these schemin We get thick from them schemin Wannabe honey OD from them schemin Then you better hold your own No one doctor cut you the same way Don't be unctuous with your blood Trust no one, especially God alone For He's got to give you the given life And to do all that, you'd better start singin Which way do Ihop, the fame, or the bitch? I got old bappers but they still get they props on I say the following but I like to get my smoke on I told you once before not to play it We could catch you super wasted without no rehab If I had to take your life I ======================================== SAMPLE 267 ======================================== fool, just pass me the ecstasy And I will try not to lose my mind, in the end Been triggered for my sub-par flows, while Kruger sometimes beats in a dark jeep.ippy parkin dimes, I know I'm not the flossy one Best believe I go with a cocked saloon Checkin out the pachinkos goin bizzare the eye's - I am not a bleepy Jumpin off in a black car strapped with dummies i believe i Push in the hole for my homies with triple the cavys (Thank you, Young D!) It's feelin like the pre-apocolypse Look out for the pyramid and you will see the double glock Cause it's the executioner, protected by the double glock I got a triple six and a five fleacock Cop everything you want and more and more, honey I know you got to much for the fake fuck Told me that you was in love with my wrinkledolley Oh I wanna fuck her, straight up, yo youuu were shaky Waitin for a dude with dough to penetrate But the type to let his hand swell And his fucking twos expand, to handle shit Shortstop, long stopped toy Kickin in your front door your front street's plush Welcome to the cock-block for fucks fuck's taste me My wardrobe is made of hundred dollar bills, I'll knock you to a sleep, baby [Hook] (Fine Tune) Bullshit is bullshit Can't we all be circus, forever rent money Spend guaranteed cheddar from these broke ass hoes And bitch ass niggas If I die I choke stick to this fucking sky [Second Verse - Trae] And everytime I got a scfight go run run hit my block and make sure they watch out for the rocks Except for the most hardcore ones that know what to do Straight to the gwap, tattooed enemies here Rearrange your life like a Steak and Soy Crust Stash your through your girlfriend wall In the kitchen eatin while you fryin Knock knock knock, whattup with that Well give it to Asshole-ass Ap'sa bad bitch Great not to fuck wit tha one Tiga you're not a friend to the one (Slammin' Check Engine *3*) [Hook*2X] [Fourth Verse - Z-Ro *4X] Yo, where you at nigga? Where you at bitch where you at nigga? Bulletproof protect ya dome got the bulletproof facades Catch me if I fall through Hell yeah I'll let you have it Best believe I won't get wiped out But how does it feel to be bitches poor man no nuts To be a B.g. like I'm officially notch Revenge of the 9th Sweeps Uptown Fuck with these thugs who born to hustle Cause murder never found, disappear or be found Don't talk to me with open arms These fuckin F.Y.T.C. to bring this warfare No fear of cy Maria, she got that wet pussy and she got that scalp I'm on that talkin shit, that's how you feel to me It's time to show these fuck niggas what the 9th say [Hook*4X] [Fifth Verse - Z-Ro] Yo bitch I'm nasty (Ha ha ha) Y'all niggas talkin loud (Yeah) The way I make the beat, y'all gotta give ass a rest (Uh-huh) Ro be actin silly, B. Gizzle middle (Ha ha ha) Fuck with me I'll take care of that St. Reg business (Yeah) Sit yo block down wit my gats, relax and get paid (Ha ha) When I come wit my clique, we all on hot pursuit (What) Niggas be sick and they heart is sagging Feds gettin close come ask pitbull, I found he lied (Ha ha ha) CJ pressure us to break up your house (Shit) S.G. play it raw, never deey rise (Yeah) Red wave blam, 4 deep draw down dog dog (Yeah) B.G. hangin out the window (Yeah) respect the Gizzle, I got the feds deep inrozen wonder (Yeah) Who the fuck? (Ha ha ha) [Hook*4X] Artist: 4th Avenue Jones Album: ======================================== SAMPLE 268 ======================================== I heard her say she can do nuff of cutlery Smoke until she gets dizzy Livin' next door to a hooker Everything about her wasirk Need a different move, boy she's outta options Three keys to a Bentley,Room in the Rover Make call to a boss, room in the Rover Didn't know what day that it was, unh Hang up the phone and I call her back Uh, three keys to the A-4-3 Most exciting, last call was three keys Carbon closet no more of that dog shit Insider, drinkin on the sacodka He said she shouldn't, she should havent did shit Lost control, voice loomin out in the chorus Heh, uh Bitch please, hurry up, I ain't runnin outta time I ain't runnin outta time I'm fuckin you bitch Sorry about the commotion, I was in the cut You hoes took my crew hostage, my dick is gone ah, and I ain't got a chance, ahh! I can't fuck around with these hoes, without these hoes I can't fuck around with these hoes, without these hoes She said Bitch I just love'em, I'm in the mood to fuck 'em I can't get enough of them, and I'm a giving 'em When I give them that blow, I bet I make 'em yellow like Dolly Parton I'm a freak with'em, bet I make 'em yellow like Dolly Ever since I was in diapers, I was cornbread Now I'm a certified freak, I'm buying me Tarte models All this ice on my glassy's, I'm watching House of Blues I'm inietIC, I'm so high, I might pop my collar I'm walking around here lying I'm healthy My girl say if I do cocaine, she think pur lovin One of the first ones to tell me she is Going to the doctor, knowing that's all a lie She gon' never tell; now she gon' never Strike another fucking verse Don't let her catch up to me, now I'm gonna win this here I'm a rap about these hoes, and don't say this in a masquina Cause you see I'm queed up, I put my bra strap on 40 Go for a third, if I can't ride it I take it If it ain't money that's money I'm lost This here ain't no heaven, to me these hoes' Would come where I was and what I see there is just perfect I can't fuck around with these hoes, without these hoes I can't fuck around with these hoes (oh no) I can't fuck around with these hoes neither I can't fuck around with these hoes neither I can't fuck around with these hoes neither I can't fuck around with these hoes neither I can't fuck around with these hoes Goads I'm massive, I'm a bastard Got off the blunt mommy did the whips These hoes, I burn em like the shade of my pores I call them bitches my pimples, and thick asses Brown skin, and thick ass But these hoes could get the best of me, and try to get gold I'm a fuck her once, like I'm a cockmue I can get the bitch when I get witcha I can get the nuts out the mothafuckin' hanx You're gonna fuck back, mothafuckers When I get them good hoes, I'll eat that ass like nuggets That was long before I met the nigga that hung with Mike Or should I say the nigga that got her Bob Marley No not my nigga, no not my nigga My nigga will pull and let the slug in my dick Then let me fucking cough in my fucking pants Shit is getting so much clearer I no for moan, and this my I can't fuck around with these hoes, without these hoes I can't fuck around with these hoes I can't fuck around with these hoes, without these hoes I can't fuck around with these hoes, without these hoes Without these hoes I'll blow you're ass up and make you're maw-uh Bitch I'm done with these hoes, I no for real I can't fuck around with these hoes, I'll make you Harley Davidson Pull up to the party, with that horse on high Pull up to the party, with that horse on high Pull up ======================================== SAMPLE 269 ======================================== they say the queen bees gon' land when the cardigans get absurd I guess they petted me on, every time I tried to bite but no more Nay-say, no more nay-say, no more dog! Chorus four Morgan Freeman baller! Living Life of a G writer Big chips Bought a mansion gimme a harvest Go ahead and get your green back too I'm Morgan Freeman, what One love to all the pretty girls in the house Know where they stay Can't be stopped In the Ville ballin' arena Hey hey hey Give 'em head a seduce Cause she's a hot girl When sheibe me Big chips Chorus Four Artist: AJ Cough Source Album: Grave Heart Song: You Da Shit Typed by: ***@***.*** [Verse One] You hear me, from crackappanalypse.com A J doubler back in the days, before duke Before syringomycin had made it to the shores Before Iackel was the illest blood vessel that ever was You heard me, from the most high, and who knew? Before I had the e very first thought It was a dream, you thought it was a nightmare [Chorus] Oh now you wanna fuck me? Oh now you wanna fuck me Oh now you wanna fuck me (hmm) You can have a thot wife talkin' to me (you can have a thot wife talkin' to me) Oh now you wanna fuck me? Oh now you wanna fuck me (you wanna fuck me) You can have a thot wife talkin' to me (you wanna have a thot wife talkin' to me) Oh now you wanna fuck me? Oh now you wanna fuck me Oh now you wanna fuck me Oh now you wanna fuck me [Verse Two] Even back on themndtheme retreat I got my eyes on the prize And these whores all want to be mistress Five years in and she still a number Even cashing out, she still a rich chick You can say hallelujah Bitch look, you'se a pretty girl But you so damn fine, you make my heart stop It's like, Bitch, why you trippin? Why you lovein'? Don't let em find you, nigga, you's a stain [Chorus] Oh now you wanna fuck me? Oh now you wanna fuck me Oh now you wanna fuck me (hmm) You can have a thot wife talkin' to me (you can have a thot wife talkin' to me) Oh now you wanna fuck me? Oh now you wanna fuck me (You wanna fuck me) You can have a thot wife talkin' to me (you wanna have a thot wife talkin' to me) You can have a thot wife talkin' to me (you wanna have a thot wife talkin' to me) [Verse Three] She's a hundred dollar whore with a Fendi She ain't even got a fender She rollin' through Victoria's Secret She wannapper, pear skin You can put that on your double throat My nigga you a fraud So what you doin' girl? You tryna fuck for free? You ain't say no love You can slang pistolols in front of everybody In this club naked hoes Catch you in a ladies house Now you can have a baby out of your mother's lap We was teachin' you to ride the dick So you can have the dick [Chorus] Oh now you wanna fuck me? Oh now you wanna fuck me Oh now you wanna fuck me (hmm) You can have a thot wife talkin' to me (you can have a thot wife talkin' to me) Oh now you wanna fuck me? Oh now you wanna fuck me (you wanna fuck me) You can have a thot wife talkin' to me (you wanna have a thot wife talkin' to me) Oh now you wanna fuck me? Oh now you wanna fuck me Oh now you wanna fuck me [Outro] Woman: Ohh, Ohh, I see you daily Ho-ho-ho-ho I see why you're pissed I like bein' mangy, baby knows nothin' Better recognise your own rhymes Because, oh- ======================================== SAMPLE 270 ======================================== Hotel room Took out all my old money plus themendi's Flip a 2 then go back to the crib bitch This is a song for the ones who work hard, the majority Shoot till your black then the lames would shoot and use they ta take they shoes off Picture that, signed a deal with a Bentley Had to hit that left hand for my booty then I flipped it then I got my firstalarh no I ain't sorry it's your pleasure bitch Cheekfever be up and down trouble with the law try to chop me up hold me down no one can control me but I will trouble in my life Having a boyfriend? so just carry on try to decide on a partners brothers look kinda fly together is it possible a liquor and a girlfriend? hey i thought you was the muthafuckin' joker i should've thought like i ain't a demon but I am a muthafuckin' villain a Harley Davidson bastard baby muthafucka yeah mumbelf in the middle me and you Harley Davidson bitch we been on the road spendin' ways and we grindin' you with your older ho tell me where you found keepin' it real in the 415 where's my sweet days at Kawasaki or KTM damn as wet as hell snow showed up blastin' out rhyme but don't forget endless ride gonna want it right to use it mami and I got it tired of goin' through all the temptations and the company we don't need no more and we don't need no more add a little something extra gonna want it huh well as we bump into each and every way and bigger visions, more awesome than the Guns and Melon I mean we goin' out there and combine to form Mad Max and we don't need no advice as long as you there to do it, well as you gotta give yourself a little help which is gladly provided because plus bad people wanna try to take my style eep andees andees andees they say that I'm the wickedest they wanna take me as theyado and they down with me and they gonna keep on beating me and uh they said we had to go to the Unifor system everythings gonna go well as us in L.A. they said I was crazy and I tried to hide from the insane child that's why I'm in this hell again because I can't hold myself just can't take the beating Don't start shit if it's not strong be patient and don't finish shit the hospital is the place to receive the body Dead or alive you're not dead Sir, why you tryna kill me? Well as a kid I thought killing was cool then 16 and a... I made y'all kill me overcomputer destroyin' your data after you die but as a kid, I still use tools like zeros and nineties... Now you can test and get stuck but in the cells where you kept I kept the pain and stains so you can die another night This is the life I chose this is the life I kept but in the morning when you got... Yo please don't make a mistake I told you once my mind was a flower but now I... I mean I grew up in a broken city a product of the reckless teens but the gift of a blessed life a promise to get it together I'll be there for you when you are gone I'll be there for you when you are gone [Chorus] I'll be there when you're gone I'll be there when you're gone And I will be there baby where you belong I'll be there when you're gone When you're gone I'll be there when you're gone And I will be there baby where you belong Artist: Angel Haze Album: Dirty Gold Song: Rose-Tinted Suicide Typed by: AZ Lyrics You're the shade of the saddest December Rose colored petals that tragically wither With my tongue on the thighs of a sinner And I keep praying father forgive us And I come back to you for redemption Til death do us part Way down below, way, way, way down There's someone God has you inside Someone you can rely on Your heart is so broken You're the shade of ======================================== SAMPLE 271 ======================================== time, spread) Fill a gymnasticuge up and hit the floor With the deuce and the 69, leave your crew deaf You see, it's a bomb show You only got one chance, to get up on a stage And by the foot of your podium You, like all the others can images of the program While I'm sittin on the late night While I knock on a door, get some numbers and look for the light I let you know that your petty maneuver So while I's an epidermis designed to get Biz to act Eyes like Orca, eyes like Opio Haitian tiger tatooed on the back Though we never met so we greetings, similar to the Square Of Assatra, kids are silly With a couple jeans and a tallosh to fry in So maybe I'm the right one to choose this spear Not an O.K. but a Thirsty Peaches kids, you know the Killa [Hook - 4X] [Big Shug] I'd rather gamble and fall in a daze Then start all over again with my own rhyme Dummies, y'all niggaz feel me Soon you'll be a dazedmare, shook and groovin Leavin while doing a buck shot Whack-master....rat tatooed.... [Hook - 6X] Artist: Big Shug Album: Street Champ Song: Hear Me Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Big Shug] Hear me, DJ? Hear me? Yeah yeah, the street champ Yeah yeah, the big will The big mean like a freight train Big Shug, forever and nigga no Big mean, you don't know me Big mean, the one man...Big mean I spit at your mom and told her know my game apolies, gold chains and fur coats In each state you was at, you couldn't call my phone It brought 'em to you with heart and with the drama brought 'em to you with the blues, black and red The bigger the gauge, the harder the grind Ask any nigga that I flip, I come a long way state, city, or state, I'm done... gone [Chorus] It's Big Shug, no doubt Hear me DJ It's Big Shug Big Shug, no doubt It's Big Shug, no doubt Hear me, DJ It's Big Shug [Big Shug] It's Big Shug, now listen Big Shug, I spit that crazy shit, yeah Big Shug, me and my click we got pull, yeah It's off the chain, we pull in big shit it's Big Shug, yeah I do this shit, age this shit yeah yeah, age done Yeah yeah, it's done Yeah yeah, it's done Big Shug, Big Shug nigga it's time, you know it's time Big Shug, it's time you know it's time Big Shug, it's time you know it's time [repeat 2X] First you need to find this shit by where you can spot this Best keep your ashes in a trash bag Next you need to know where your God is and who's got control of your actions and your words You done took my word and that's all that really matters Don't mean that you dismantle the witness bring those golden rocks back, don't forget it's golden [Chorus] It's Big Shug, yeah Hear me DJ It's Big Shug It's Big Shug, y'all don't hear me Artist: Big Shug Album: Street Champ Song: Hood With That Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Big Shug] Yeah, yeah, Big Shug baby Premier, Big Shug Premier, yeah, I'm back baby I'm out with the plug and I'm on my team I'm about to get the player's dick yo, Big Shug, you about to get crunk in this mother shit, all on a dangerous you know what I'm sayin? [Chorus - 2X] Ghetto feels, in the hood is hot Got your homies sending OG's to the pen-iss [Verse 1] It's only fair, I should prepare You're spending ======================================== SAMPLE 272 ======================================== (3x) Hook Every two days Five hundred dollars a hoe Nigga need it Kind of fast But I got A click as a man Artist: Big Tuck Album: Purple Hulk Song: T.U.C.K. Typed by: Lil Hustle (*talking*) You know, it go down nigga It TU, Vol. 1 Nigga, H-U-S-O-P, P.M. [Hook - 2x] I make muthafuckas sick when I come up on your set I make all you niggas go hoe, because I'm so cold I fuck with these bustas, and these bustas is fake I fuck with the fake, and these bustas ain't real [Big Tuck] I fuck with these bustas and let dollars pour in I hold my gun and put these rounds in your head You're like papi, you got bad feet and all Nigga fuck from the getty down You got bad mouth, I put a uzi in your mouth These bullets getting to that lining, nigga you a soldier I treat it like a bucket, I said let the South cum These niggas wanna ride, get it how they can These niggas got everything to do with it But when I step in the club, I always want some Niggas post on my wrist, they put some on my jewards These niggas hate to see me out, but I'm a G I'm off the block, I ain't never took a drive I holds the chain like a motherfucking beast In the bed, I'm going to give you some more You wanna run up, you better come quick, I backed up Niggas bubble this chick, they ain't gon cuff this You wanna play stupid, better ask around Holy moley, these niggas are fly But these niggas, they put a brick on my bang Look at the game, better slow down and stop [Hook - 2x] [Big Tuck] I'm getting money that's on me I'm the new McDonald y'all, T-Town Smurf In the middle of the flo', playing space fuckin' I'm putting in work though, I aim for the chin It's a new game, doing things a man you better move I was blessed from the getty, before you knew it Rolling with the men, making babies with the women I got the mind of a hardy, ten times proof, Larry Davis From the block to the crossroads, I'm in the heart of the game Cash rules everything, Everybody out to have fun Kissing the crowd, Fuck it I'm balling, In the kitchen Collecting my riches, Don't abuse the game Just because I floss with steel, I ain't dropping for the death row [Hook - 4x] Artist: Big Tuck f/ Bun B Album: Purple Hulk Song: U Niggaz Do Typed by: Lil Hustle (*talking*) Uh, Big Tuck, Bun B, what up, huh, listen Big Tuck, what up, my nigga what Big Tuck, what up, we gon' do this shit [Big Tuck] I got this dope bitch, she want me cause I'm dope She said I'm getting strange since the niggas outta ya brain Flip flows, I give ya dick plus the math That's to show the nigga how to ride and get your dick drenched You got to believe me, long as you play I'm bumpin I ain't lyin, nigga I'm rare like a goose Props I give, chumps you put em in the sack I'm on the block spin, got my cash in v The juvenile mind it's crazy, nigga burnin mane I'm strapped plus I ain't cuttin mane, cash my checks my cold hoes Beef hoes, that be my brotha, that be my cold-ass bitch I'm winnin to win when I hit the spot Suck it or fuck it, got my brain on the neck The Eastside how it don't give a fuck [Hook] You get em high, fake nigga You get em fucked up, black and blue bitch You get em fucked up, when you fuckin with a fake nigga Get em high ======================================== SAMPLE 273 ======================================== llllllllllllll) I'm here (I'm only here for you) I'm only here for you (My only purpose) I'm only here for you (My only purpose) I'm only here for you (My only purpose) World gonna watch (Watch the world) Girl I don't know how Finally got her some gold tees Daisy and Reggie be thuggin like ballerina Before I fall I was druggin hard And I'm gettin busy when all your hatas try to say that I'm the only one that fucked up But it ain't gon' stopAP-gassed chillin Every six years a the start of a new era I was youngin, I was thuggin Always druggin Never slankin Everything bang I never slack, I never bang I'm only here for your lockin All these years I feel like that's hye Maybe because the hood is so cold I don't stress it They're so soft and they always say woah We just be chillin we just wanna get to it Even if the beats is bleeding If I pull out the mic I can talk smack I never wear sandals or no vas Said I'm a chill kid even though I'm a boss kid That's just how it is Want it bad, we want it bad I know you'll get it soon We're screamin out Artist: Jarren Benton Album: Slow Motion (EP) Song: Alladat Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Intro] K-K-Kato on the track, bitch [Verse 1] I prayed for my enemies, I told the lord to bless the both of us Papa threw the deuces, but fuck it, I never hold grudges My past is pastash, I bring the drama Now I'm in the studio with rappers trying to dodge nigga The game is slicker than juice after juice Know what I'm saying, Kato style You think I'm fake, see what I'm smoking [Chorus] Please forgive me bitch For the life I was dead Please forgive me bitch I can't live another day Please forgive me bitch I can't live another day [Verse 2] Please forgive me bitch, for the lies and the demons that laughed inside Fuck being on your dick, and fuckin you inside. I'm trying to rekindear these mills, till I hit cain's, so here I am, boss pilot coming through In the lot, and I got the stunt double that Houston Hattoes look like midas, if his features fat Fuck a pigeon, bet a buck when I hug a chick Fuck on me you wanna squeal, I came from a cinder block Deep with a bitch and two zoopl Zips I come equipped with two gats, a gat and a strap Get a gat and a strap, just to start the fight I'm rock hard, when I spit, it buzzes like a herd In the club, I keep the lights on, got bottles on me Off of bottles in the bar, get it together somethin is goin' down Please forgive me bitch, for the past misfortunes I learned a lot from em', some from my mistakes Some albums and not much from them I aint never strumming my joint, I just give shouts out the mic God is good, I praise him out of hand Cause sometimes you get live wire from mist to the condominium But this next bit, I'll mention again [Chorus] [Verse 3] Do you see what I see? Holla at me ain't nobody gonna feel what I bout Ever since I was a kid I used to think I had a field day So I sat silent for two weeks Before I made a decision for myself So I headed to the mountain top and waited To see if whatever I lost, it turned into a axe A white man came and said we got to handle this thing Painting my face to give it a more natural look And if you didn't relate, think about the force acting on it It's a simple thought, but done with a wordless Skin is still fragile, speaking through a film You'll quit, if you think I miss that My crew's actors, just a bit shorter We the opposite of what you think rap is And some of them just need a little love Ain't no love, mean it to my vocal That's why at ======================================== SAMPLE 274 ======================================== scene destined to let the flows sparkle from the soul In a timeless art Some might say I'm possessed My Coach broke up my phone like water When I listen to my songs I feel empty Not lonely but the love is only worth One lucky soul I'm on the road to highs and lows I got science to teach us the mind But were way out of my price range Forget the money, I'llWrite a Better Way to specions Don't call me your man Cause yo, what's the word! See the ladies love me And all the girls they wanna get with me But see it ain't no love But mine make me feel like I could spend time Like ladies, spend some time a day Ain't this about a love These are the days I miss Play them songs and show some love to come... [Chorus] I rode the night train I took the train I ain't worried about no one my shorty locked She ain't scared of me Who knows what's in my future I'm in my luggage She next days a new ember I put her on the spot Check the chicks you dancin' I put her first Then I took her down down down To the bathroom and bitches you bang The trade is so legit I can't sell no more Shit [x2] I'm working week out and I got a sack [x2] Cash Money stacks Got a spot in my palm Yeah I'm cash money Yeah I'm in my stash Yeah I'm in my stash Got a stacked up a stack Yeah you better watch out Right now your [?] hit the cut In the Cutlass Diamonds glowin' Smoking My bitch a reefer pack Smoking like a fire My bitches all black My bitch all black My bitches all black I had an office in NYC But they out Bout the East Coast So I heard you speak in the South Coast In the South Coast Diamonds worn Pull they rings No hesitation No hesitation To wipe your cry For you baby girl it's aogly Ride this dick like Ain't no mistakes in my game I flew in Yeah B.E. I'm at the light Took a meeting Hoping to calculate But it was 11 o'clock So I couldn't join the party I was out But as soon as the lights went off She said, "What time is it?" I had to tell the truth I was up Half way down the barrel With my traces of Jamaica Singin' barhood It was the truth She said, "Yeah I kinda felt it" Give me a-plus Give me a-a-a-a Give me a-a-a-a Give me a-a-a-a Then she said I was 'bout to end up right where you at In this bed And then a-come to my house And if you don't give me a-then my lady I'm gonna light I'ma jealous-impressed It's the last time I saw you here Think I'm gonna break the song Told you my name You kicked it's ho I'm kickin' a hater-free What you waste You don't know what I been reads Worried 'bout your falls I told you from the gate That you're a small thing A big Khanor-neer-godd-godd You're element of passion Let's take a stroll I told that hoe Why you running home?-home Do you wanna gamble (Do you wanna gamble) I got fifty shots Do you wanna throw up? (Do you wanna throw up?) I got this fifty shot I pull up with a fifty shot You ain't gotta ask me We can get it good I said you bout to get it dirty Ride it dirty Leave you like a lady-junkie I dig that Slam you like a bowling ball Pay attention baby Pay attention Pay Attention Do you wanna jay brazy? Brazy? You jay Brazy jay Brazy jay Brazy jay Brazy jay Brazy jay Brazy jay Artist: Beenie Man Album: birth of a page Song: Keep it True Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Intro] Na na na nah ======================================== SAMPLE 275 ======================================== joined the battleship I moved right across that land in the storm I'm glad spit ether got MC Antennials so flyy Won't beC competent, commando paradise, you know how Iod I'm flexing my Parttage like Evangeware Before I'm forced toPass these bastards and kill these bitch-ass niggas Verse 1: I drop bombs like a pair of pair of J's Nines, blues families, scripted as I was Meet me at the dentist Popped a pair of pair of high heels Walked around with a pigeon and a mouse Gassed-ass wanna seem cool, so Iakis it 929's the shifty shifty with a G'd up nose Bitch ass wanna appear, biggets in my dreams Got me spitting up on these rounds like I had a deal Gave her a pound fine and she thought that meant a whole lot She said nigga that's been there Biotch just kicked her out and helater admit that she was a slick But I keep it real as it can be I keep it real as it is Oh no, I don't want no part of it I'm not fuckin with it Oh no, fuck countin hunnids I'm finna fuck countin plenty These bitches can move in trouble But I'mler than the little-run down bitch I Don't want no part of it Ha, you better move!" (Nelly talking) "I move by force, with the force of a million watts a year, I'm far away from any kind of kind of machine I do this with my life, my life, my life, my life I don't have any kind of life You got a motherfuckin force of nature You don't believe me, then motherfuckers better check your nuts Sip for your oxygen, then I'll probably bust your oxygen grenade Tear your jacket off, you're white, you're fat, you're raisin, jackass, mexican You think Jamaican then Jamaica'll be Puerto Rican "Yo what time is it?" � Tragic, I leave this black hole With two wombs, that look like jelly You go from California to Brooklyn, you scream gangsta "This the groove thang, yo get skill Get scarier than a tiger, then a cheetah" You scream gangsta, your white's a carpet You walk, you talk, you speak as if you was gap ham "Let's get drunk" You say you eat the corpse I say put your head on a rack and be a lethal I put my rear-view mirror on lock and remain But I be alarmed, when you see the Milk on the set Fool, go read your half of the Dangerous Connection Bitch, you wanna get shot? Shoot you, not grow the other ho The Fat Man Paul, bitch (Hook [Milk] [Sleep] ) (Catch Me Bruggin' [Bruuuuuuuuuck]) [Sleep] Com'n out the Hard Way, wit' no drama, yeah [Milk] When I hit the block, all the crows will ho around But one by one, everybody scatter I know you love the sound I got, so ya better pack your nine But don't listen, it ain't no sound If it ain't no sound, than the block ain't woods It's Milk and stray dog But when I called her, she was hesitatein' Said I want it all, what the fuck you mean? And when I sayuh Milk, you ain't say what you said But I hear you talkin' (germ) and you hear me (FOI) And I respect your girl, she said she don't fuck with me But when I see you walkin' down the block I got to get my fuck You ain't say twenty-five You say you's a big-booty bitch And when I'm dickin' your throat, you 'bout to clown me And when I get served, you come run away and call me But you better study on why you stay so damn thirsty Cuz I got somethin' for you to handle Got to write So I can figure out what the fuck you went and did Get rid of all the anger in my paranoid haze So I can dry up and get to sleep when I'm down and shit on my shit And now I can say shit I ain't never said All I can say now is: I ain't fuckin' right, no Now turn your mama down, sit her on her porch Go ======================================== SAMPLE 276 ======================================== in talismans orisms We picture the cir-encies that surround the crass But we're notstones, picture the securn like to hear now 'Cause life's notch and in it's heart we're neither blessed, we press on! Just as with books, so the sheets get wet So I photo my book release, complex like twisted fakes But they'restill in the jungle, we breeze like the never ending Rhymes are sacred, the last of the early reals ervatives, was behind evolved times Now everything we study, should be compatible With the latest assumptions, no compromise The syllables we recite are theets of knowledge that change the way we relate to each other Now I'ma recite a verse, better than yo baby daddy You invision the body with minstrel art, you know how it feels Spiritual connection, not political knowledge Knowledge and the mind come in reciprocation (Ay-ay, invision) With this being human flesh, I'm slammin this Every single day, different scriptures That tell us different things, though different sounds And different mammal releases, different ways of living And different ways of being when paying our rent [Hook] Living in the Garden We garden Ganyan Down there in Mecca You know the way I feel Down here in the city I'm tired of fighting Down here killing us all I'm a living arrangement Living in the Garden [Chorus 2x] Living in the garden We've got to have it I don't know what got into me Living in the garden We got to have it Living in the garden We got to have it Living in the garden Living in the garden Every night you'll be singing our song While we're walking to the club in the green Laying on a limb With a fly fellow half hood nigga Living in the garden We got to have it Living in the garden Living in the garden Living in the garden Living in the garden [Hook 2x] Living in the garden We got to have it Living in the garden Living in the garden Living in the garden We work hard in the struggle Keep our enemies off your dick, yuh Laugh when you come around for some snitchin' Naw front your ass, give knowledge yuh [Verse 2] Living in the garden is how we get down Oday is a word for the chronic suckers that's evil Othin keep it one arm, but the other just helpin' and reach We're steady gettin' paid to slack tipper You see us, the pimps and the playas of L.A. The suckers of Jersey, born and raised Don't try to be greedy with the homo semen It's mad men, got enough homo to put out the day [Hook 2x] Living in the garden We've got to have it Living in the garden Living in the garden Living in the garden Living in the garden I know what you're thinking I mean virgin mouthin, hidin in the draw water Proof to what we are saying I know what you're thinking [Verse 3] I live in the ghetto, I die in the penitentiary I'm sprung on the outside Like lil la, you gotta figure that I'm grown like the right type of hair The way the Lord gave me I'm the messiah Lord in them steeples can you hear the call I'm in them Stenge well born seperated from the middle Lord is theripp theres an eye of dead Lost in the marshlands an wander on gone Lord has mercy on me, aiyyo when I'm gone Like the right cheek, the right cheek You gotta have that Like the right cheek, ya gotta have that Like the right cheek, you gotta have that Like the right cheek, follow the spiritual [Hook 2x] Living in the garden We've got to have it Living in the garden We got to have it Living in the garden We got to have it Living in the garden We got to have it Living in the garden We got to have it Living in the garden Artist: Jon Bellion Album: Glory Sound Prep Song: Mah's Joint Typed by: AZ Lyrics Been watching you for months and I'm offended How can I love you girl when I've smack smack you? How can I love you girl when I've pssssicked out a bar? When you ======================================== SAMPLE 277 ======================================== and mix like a 2 geared up shop sweep An assert received love from around the world See West Side Move, the only we keep, is salsa sung for us [Hook - 2x] [C-Murder] Like the music in my truck, but I ain't hearing it yet The little Puerto Ricans, trying to take what's mine A baker in the house of merry puff cigars A sip of the moral soda straight from the can My Benino's hot, sunshower's on us Home alone on this journey But I still drink the Stout and I love to smoke [Verse 2 - C-Murder] The H, the I, the L, the U, the pistol I'm rolling The lean, the stogie, the hunch, the hunchback, ha hunchback The big boss, with big teeth, chew like a pitbull I love the nasty legs, tummy, belly, chest, and titties And the pretty, sexy butt, when I'm rolling through that L The nasty booty, sexy ass and titties - let's go!) [Verse 3 - Big Daddy Kane] Kane breatht hard in the F150 Quick switched my speed, bumpin' my whips Sweatin' it, while grind' the rock A big browncensons, when I'm rollin' the block Playin' my game, tats on my chest Show-off, got showsphapless Show-off, got showsphapless I got showsphapless, showsphapless [Hook - 2x] Artist: Big Tymers f/ B.G., Turk Album: Baller Blockin' soundtrack Song: Let Me Typed by: ***@***.*** [B.G.] Whoa, whoa Ahh, Lil' Wayne ya' boy nigga [Baby] Nigga, Big Tymers went from soldiers to real G's Here's another Hot Boy nigga, take it straight to the head explode on you anything goes, the G In this fuckin' game, no respect Need to live in mansion with wifey, 20 inch ball through the ball Dillet large like Daddy-Otis Got plastic bags for cash, no credit, nigga we stick Got hollow heads, push rewind, you niggas gon' lose Keep pushin' that shit, my nigga we run the red light Move bullets at a wild speed, I'm change of weather Blind nun, I'm changed up and make man, change the weather To the shops girls flirt, Nino down Easy I don't fuck with you niggas till I'm rich, Soo may the best [Mannie Fresh] Nigga, we been getting money, been together for a long time Thinking bout you baby, it really don't biz Like when we used to go to the park, The Hotels and Bentley-Sears And go see movies and do shows, We them niggas be you niggas We be them niggas that be you niggas, we them niggas We them nigga, that be you niggas, we them nigga niggas You can't do me baby, you can't do me Punch, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump Why the nine spit, spit, spit, shit Shotglass, Glock 40, repiggle for the tec Nigga don't front, we gettin it for the dollars We handlin' it to you niggas, eat it up, pass it to my bro We gone make it big, go blow it on, oh no [Mannie Fresh] Why you talking all silly? Why you talking all silly? We be stun'n like this Why you talking all silly? Nigga where the 30 under the four? When you at the Four doors, we be going hard Wanting to look like a boss but can't leave home You gone be second coming, fucking God I don't wanna waste your time and cash Please believe Diddy said the story I think it's lame, nigga, it's lame, nigga Come to find out I'm the boss, we're getting money Ride around my city, catch pussy, nigga Play the game how it go, spit game When you at the Bar-Titty, we be getting paid Eat that pussy like sucking ferris Have you licking that shit like a lint If you don't leave home ======================================== SAMPLE 278 ======================================== know shit Verse 7: The Anonymous They keep us not heard, the Anonymous keep it concealed Do you know what it is? They put a snake on your hat agenetic effect, leave your chest ill With more lyrics than the average human being would ever hope for See what I'm sayin' leaves more than a pattern On the surface this is typical of a militant Glassesoteric ministry of nemopolitan secularization You can go to hell if you wanna learn more about this Themes searrain and blessin' the learned I Your tactics are at best average and barely worth compare But when combined will leave you with an unrepentant kid libel foulness warrant an order to serve a fugitive That's a case of poor 2005 with a search warrant out on the wall of life after a gun This I understand, you can jump jump but you're a soul stuck in the dust of worlds, this case will hold no appeal C tell the judge he don't have a college degree I can appeal to the higher levels, to the people support me Walk through the lobbies, see no work go to pay the bills! Chorus: repeat 2X I'm tryin' to tell these simple and timid souls, Your time is nearly gone And I'm lookin' in their eyes, they got war lines in my eyes Verse 8: The Church I never thought I'd have this case But I did hang it high because they're hard as feathers And I look down they're not dumb, they're not divided They're not standin' on their own, there's no need for greetin' Stickin' to the guns cause if I'm touchin' it I'm doin' it (touchin' it) I write my own rhymes step in the order that's in the script I just hope you get the picture tuckthin' You'll never see me do this just for doin' do what I hope you don't have an addiction to poke and puff Cause if I get too high and then a nigga change up Than gin it up with liquor, weed or yo' lemon juice You'll never see me do this just for doin' do what I'm not a quitter you see I'm just a big brother That don't give a fuck because I'm a big bang rebel I don't waste time and energy on nobody but myself Time that I've protected the welfare of others Never try to impress your partner, when they're living like friends Never follow a trend, we never follow trendGO! TRU so keep it real to do what you feel Aint nuttin' in you so my whole crew we work it out Chorus Verse 9: Met this guy through a real man Don't understand it Real fellas from all the real shit Don't be swdat, be swdat Get the money baby, the honey's callin' People on the corner hustlin' Rapers hustlin' Pullin' the slugs out when you're paperin' Get the candy paint job then callin' Break these boys off, your pussy ass sweeter than brandy I heard a nigga tell me his love 'bout the homies ain't neva done it When you do it's a crime You either front it or you get none of the fame If you look you'll see me in the glass You can't complain cause you don't really know me Clichkin' down your best shot Your best shot Chorus [B.G.] I heard these fools wanna try and bluff I got fifty shots in my pistol handy kidd state I just took your bitch and she's geese now she's fly honey She wanna fuck so they can both get a better mind You drop children, you drop hoes, you drop game You drop hustle, you drop kisses, you drop finessin' You got me sick, I got you sick, I got you hustle You know me, I got my Chopper City lined And low, and bag a lab Now homey on them magnets, 'bout to flip these other muthafuckas Them Team Texas muthafuckas, we all on our gang gang Crewmen on that Crewkill, no doubt, aye Homey, you got a choice of what you saw He started hopin' that he can change the wreck Either kill or poor, and that's the hood in fear B.G. took it back to the block, yo that's the plan His road turned, his block to B.G. Kill everybody, knock on ======================================== SAMPLE 279 ======================================== oves familia southing love it floating love it too floating love it hi waighty! Artist: 88rising f/ BlocBoy JB, Joji Album: Head In the Clouds Song: Pop That Typed by: AZ Lyrics Nigga, pop that You know we...pop that Pop that Pop that Pop that Pop that JB: 50 dancing momma She ain't never working no work I came in with my friends 5 dollar, all this money coming And I know she gonna pull that booty off And she going to pole dancing She watching all the pole dances You know we...all my friends Pop that shit, pop that Pop that, pop that Pop that Pop that Joji [Dina Shaw & BlocBoy romance] Joji, BlocBoy.JoJoji Joji, pop that,pop that too baby Shawtie's coming ma,how? Joji out with that drop baby Hoes pulling on my coat,pants,baby Do you want some more? I'll get some more doody, plus a glass of Moet And when I hit your house,its time to hit yo porch I want some more Vicky, drippin' me love It's the pink Lamborghini and my glock That mean spre-whellin' bullets with the chrome nine You understand? Shout out my Zoe, I'm doing express You understand what I mean, I'm on the grind I'm with my Zoe, I'm with my partner Troy We flywww, 2009 coupe Nigga, pop that You know we...pop that Pop that, pop that Pop that Pop that Pop that BlocBoy,Joji Joji, let's go Yeah Uh, baby? Joji, pop that. That's what I want to do... [Joji (Mannie Fresh)] Pop that, pop that Pop that, pop that Pop that Mannie (Baby, come on, let's do this) Pop that, pop that Pop that, pop that Mannie (Suga Slim, that mean shit to me) Pop that, pop that [Joji] Ayo, BlocBoy JB and my homieannie We ain't talking about a mate or nah It's cookin' to start BLIPtin' to the dinner time So if you really need to try your legendary soul nigga I chill take a ride with me I'll feed my niggas how to catch them Baby take you far You know I love my baby You know I love my niggas too, uh I rush your house, so you niggas better run I pull out the drop and set it on fire You let that dog you talk to the ground, you spittin' in dp? I know you running, you flame it got him hoppin' out it If you talk truth is cleevant, you can sniff a dp Murk the bottles, I kill the ones that I kill These niggas talkin' fuh real, but nigga, they be politics Ain't really Rolex but you could buy a pair (Bitch) This the West jeweler tryna get you bling bling Guess what? We the best, nigga. (Money, cash, muscle) [Joji (Capo)] Joji, pop that right there Yeah, pop that, pop that Joji (Yeah), I'd like to add this cash to my bank Joji (Cash Money) I puts it together, baby Joji (That's right),- Joji (Ooooooh) You rock the Glock, baby Joji (Ooooooh),- Joji (Ooooooh) You rock the Glock, baby Joji, rap it again [5-Star] Make you these by my house or my car Make it past your lifespan just a swimming lesson Your body's a jungle open your soul and I take it Deep in the deep, no time to learn When it's hot, I'm invite you to a deep sleep We can hook up at the night but I'm invite the heat when it's dark! Oh, I bet you ain't poppin' in one year cause you move so fast you look like a basketball player I ain't hatin' on your whole loss I just want you to have longevity [Starring other 5 ======================================== SAMPLE 280 ======================================== of a broddescope Tymer noise, shake the ground Plottin' the uses, hints at each other Finding the words of a wider base Showing the seeds for a wide audience Something explicable Use metaphysics to see the Dark arts for a mask Mold, and build to keep you rangeille Everything that's fake got a shit feelin' Stayin' andvent? Bring that shit back Quit that bullshit too Cause minds on a tip and a tip bein' You gotta be a better leader if you wanna be future makers Hoes is beatiful, I love'em If you ain't you couldn't be something like What? {*8X*} [Breaking Infantry] Back to the topic, topic I'll get it like dat Let's sayBreaking got a track for y'all That's "Life After Music" "Innocripse, violent war an' tryin' to make it A reality on a semi A teens style of producin' the violent end I met some wack MC's and they back slapped And I start disrespectin' them They get props from the uppers Them drug dealers, gangstas, turnin' their back Surrounded with snakes and pretty hoes If you ain't walkin' alone, well you almost caught a dick Of the rhymes in my Grams I came up on cocaine from that vill Then I took it to the show and said [Breaking Infantry] Aiyo if your rap is rippin' glass in your mouth And you ain't got the dough for the table-side heat Then you better hustle to get what you have that's what I'm after I'm the all-time great stash It's deep - I keep my rhymes bouncin' With a casket full of rhymes and a notty-mack for days Cause yo I got the flow And I got rappers rhymin' live that's how it is You should follow my lead and get the mic if you miss And last but not least there's P, get the bounce, drop it ES, beatdown kid and son Yeah this is "What it is" again Droppin' dope out puffed out dro Yeah "Rain in a clothes" kid Yeah yo I love pitty "Rain in a clothes" [Breaking Infantry] Aiyo check this out man Yeah yo flashin' CC Let's flash this At the party I was wishin' a bitch wasn't She wet and moan when I'm on cheese I asked her "Who got that pussy wet?" She said "I got somethin' to say" [Chrous] "Hey yo I'm man FUCK YOU!" "Hold up you look like a MAN masturbate" "Good gracious let me knuckles up!" "Good goddamn!" "Let him suck you like a man MC!" [Violent J] You got a complexION, I'm a terror My style is suicune like the values of P.Y.T. This past week I been undressed Armaged with some feminine medicine Tried to turn your body's jelly like I get up heavy and throw it up And on the next Friday, you got a meeting At theerman Ronald's Where Thomas Jefferson is at So you don't have to take my title To get yourself together and buckle down for the bigger ass club [Chorus] "Hold up you look like a man MC" [Violent J] You know Robotech when I step in the place Used to rock Timberlands and blue jeans Now I let my Tommy sit for the long haul Give it up to anybody that comes along Me and this hip hop movement that I movement through soul And if you haven't noticed, that shit's for all you fuck niggas For all number one spots Even number two pickens I just move up to number three And since I'm finna get kilt I'm finna move to this cash money And I'll stop in to this trim But I kept my hair and nails like a big fiend You understand? I got alot of things for you to do Shit, I'm locked in a cage in the back door Thats at the house on the regular A friend of mine once said to me: "It's a man's responsibility to make S-T-O-S" That is beside the point of me I'm tryin to get a club wide grill like the rest of you Chorus "Hold up you look like a man MC ======================================== SAMPLE 281 ======================================== Blowin change you a pair a day and I ain't talkin 'bout floss I'm talkin bout the extricables but they rapmin spoiled I'm a five Star and I approach 'em from a threesome Woman's dressin large, you see she rubbin' hard Lil' girls, you know you must be tryin' their things She's the Venus and the iguana in the front yard The same mosquito-totin' semi, parrot from Wafiali Have you runnin' from the cops since you saw the track that you was on but got inside of your car and ride out of sight (stuntin' till your head get gone) (Chorus) Artist: Benzino f/ Made Men Album: The Benzino Project Song: Made Men Typed by: ***@***.*** [Benzino talking softly] Blaze one, jet, shit don't stop, baby Benzino, fly [Intro] This is real rap, you know what I'm sayin Benzino fly, B-I-G, Made Men [Benzino] Benzino, flow smooth, holdin' weight like a holdin' pail Snakin' on corners in the dark with no lights Chasin' 'em like a set of dice I'm rollin' dolo I'm like JD in a set of dice I'm rollin' pimp Smokin' big efficient, the dope got my lung That's word to everybody in the game, grind, get your shine on No merit to what we're sayin, we got stars Top notch hustler, top notch hustler we're the stars Benzino, original and exclusive [Chorus: Benzino] This is real rap (this is real rap) You know what I'm sayin' (this is real rap) And if you don't, you'd be wise to Go near the Rtes or you'll be blind and catch a bone This is real rap (this is real rap) Gettin' the hustle in your ward (this is real rap) Make it happen through the under LaLle This is real rap (this is real rap) Whoever follow me still gon' get it I'm still here And I still have no regrets I will not stop or stall (this is real rap) No ??? cashing out's You better make sure you get that check [Benzino] If I had that check Dead ass went to prison That bitch stayed down with my crew If had that check Super mothish is on my side If I had that check Brought drama to my town Who's to blame? I say it's sport to foot or the academy To all the bustas or nothing I'm out the hood keep the southside on you niggas [Mannie Fresh] *scratching* "The #1 bling, wants to know"* [Benzino] Now, since you all know I got this shit straight out the street Well since you gon' hear this shit straight from bling Please don't forget on how I re-amps The N.O.T. that's run by a bunch of kids Straight start em' down like Jechoo And every bastard need to know one time I'm a hell of a hustler though fa sho Aint no shit, I'm greedy as fuck Use to serve sacks in the glock And my oh man I gots to have cabbage Three-piece, whole complex Fuck off your motherfuckin' paci We in the thug category Straight from the Q-Tip land Is it so bad, is it foul? That a carpenter can't carve his own design Oh yeah I want a mil' Break a nigga ass off with a one mill plate That's money over all, that's a mil or so Well this is Artifacts rap kick-back That you got here for you niggas who here Want that slop, the bag of display But see for 6 faces on the grill So, scream if you want it Cause when it come to ya'll is where all the broads hang See Ferg, B of L, you'se who wanna get mad And when it said "they" I could not touch it That's why I charge itFBI in the mail FBI by the law Want that bitch ass off my block But this time I get me a slap Why, bout to get ugly bitch Please, ======================================== SAMPLE 282 ======================================== in a parking lot, you ain't get no love As I spit this verse [the melody], let me start this discussion We need skills like us to really live, let's go Show these cats how to live, let's go We need some pushers here to pack the bags Shit! I ain't ill, I just do it with me I'm true to my hustle and the shit I spit, let's go I was born to hustle, die to play I thank God for the rise like my world won't fall I'm alive because I believe that I can flow Life's a climb up the stair chase never fall down I was born to hustle, die to play I thank God for the rise like my world won't fall I'm alive because I believe that I can flow Life's a climb up the stair chase never fall down Um! Mr. Akbar! I'm a hustla by di modern industry Anything I bust heads you bust down gets you plucked Don't front you toast no more amateurs disresp Only soft like oyster shells We hoochies, we hoppies, we hoochies We hoochies stop, pick 'em up and treat 'em Upside Down We never play and score 'em then shut yo' ass up Nah! That's not how it's goin down! Upside down! Artist: Bad A$$ f/ knownBanditCount Album: The Good, The Bad, The Uptown li-li-li-li-l-lil-y-youth Song: Jolly but Jolly Typed by: ***@***.*** (Verse 1) I take long fast Flows Colinearly And just slit a lip But I had toaster Flip the ottos Soaky sweet But I keep my eyes out for niggas with dreads Those with nothin Those with somethin Those with nothin I go where the fuck I wanna go Chevis took the chains off, Jolly finished off a pound I'm in there mash that ass And that's your choice, the hell if you dont, you better stay on feet Gettin back, and gettin on that Snoop P-A-T Professionals pack is still industry jargon bullshit You want some of this? You will want all of this if you want Sosa's body of our saluting Sosa's the captain with 3 G's on That's the order if you are asking for it Chorus: Just pick a time to roll up a Dutch The party ain't over long Hit the parking lot And get on the dirty stripper boat And hit the party soomy These boys can't keep 'em from the club (Verse 2) Here we go again and I'm lookin for my fellas Where's my guap and pocket list I put a couple rings on the weekned wrath Then throw the fellas some drank and some weed Dre and Ace man up in the club Cookin the crumbs man Then I order up some loose quarters Put some Henny in the air Then I order up a bottle of that secret ashes of coke in my nose Snack in my jacket Gon be the dudes in the bulletproof tan Boy wonder what they look like in a mansion and cold steel wit a pistol I'm gettin these funny project chicks make a nigga wish they had a man to knock it there Writin words with my consciousness A stranger posacked with a gun But the suicidal mosh put a hold on my brain because a nigga had doubts Schizophrenia notCommon I'm home so it's vital My brainwaves express themselves through sound Hip hop the new universal state I'm back on team Acura A whole host of horses I need my cash up and sell our bodies for cash Ain't about the mild side My enemies is the fully loaded clip No need to dip through time I just wanna go home tea Chorus: Just pick a time to roll up a Dutch The party ain't over long Hit the parking lot And get on the dirty stripper boat And hit the party soomy These boys outside Don't think I'm being sober That boy's a groupie, that boy's my boyfriend Ain't seen him twice He knows all of my hoes Not even a couple of times That boy's a fool He ain't even like me He just want a ======================================== SAMPLE 283 ======================================== a fool when The fittest be meet when he come in the door So shoulders proper, no need for Sweat Lodge when Junkyard flexion, ballin', teasin' gossip My whole team comin' together like Who's that nigga puffin' tonight? Bezzels paintin' neon blue fiends Demandin' ten grand-torture King Neptune gets these radio minutes [Chorus: August Alsina] Hardbody, we fly baby, break it 'till it's broken Hardbody, we fly baby, break it 'till it's broken Hardbody, we fly baby, break it 'till it's broken [Verse 2: August Alsina] I'm August... ah, baby I'm Mr. Hardbody, no forget about me Throw ya baby jeans and baby contain me Even diamond link dukes, they can't scratch me No they can't scratch my heart I said a youngin have you use a condom You date a pimp, that thing dearer In the back, I'm flaming' you crazy I said this mama, I'm�nn' the mental Thought I carried a lead but I ain't carry no weight I'm hot but I'm notablice I came in this game though Not expectations, game You play by the rules you gon' lose I won't forget it I put that on my mom, strict rules cause it's self belief Why youSnow? Puff-put? Put a golf ball in her until she's satisfied [Chorus: August Alsina] Hardbody, we fly baby, break it 'till it's broken Hardbody, we fly baby, break it 'till it's broken Hardbody, we fly baby, break it 'till it's broken [Verse 3: August Alsina] Are you afraid I'ma come throw? No, I'm afraid I'ma take that Can you carry me? Yes, we can bags and we can leave this a... Ima go hard like Ferrari, Ima go hard like Ferrari Gonna pass it on the spot without a problem She drunk, she smokin' loud That booty chatter, she flexin' me I'm not trippin' sometimes, I'm off of the southern Do it like P. Diddy, you gotta be down And let the chain hang, you 'bout it I hustle hard like Tae Kwon And it feels good, I'ma hit the block like Greg Nice [Chorus: August Alsina] Hardbody, we fly baby, break it 'till it's broken Hardbody, we fly baby, break it 'till it's broken Hardbody, we fly baby, break it 'till it's broken [Alsina] I take respect; you pick the side, I don't care I take ya're middle name Mine, come over there and drink me Steak care?; daughter you ain't out at curfew So young alone, I'm with the J and the Tyro Get to running 'bout your pick up, I'ma always follow you Now get to running, now get to running, now get to running [6ix9ine] Baby, I've been watching you've been lately Tried to give it up on all your friends, but you say nothing Baby, I've been watching you've been lately Trying to give it up on all your friends, but you say nothing Baby, I've been watching you've been lately Trying to give it up on all your friends, but you say nothing Artist: 6ix9ine f/ TrifeDrew Album: Dummy Boy Song: Drinks Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Intro] The north tunnel Where you slinging at? Maybe take a soda with ice [Chorus] Hey (hey, hey, hey) I gotta go, I gotta go Hey (hey, hey, hey) The south tunnel Where you slinging at? Maybe take a soda with ice [6ix9ine] Drinks on me Oh (hey, hey, hey) Sorry for the bottle givin' me breakin' my back The south runningnin' of filly in your mouth [Tribil] I'm just trying to get my flow on so you know It's 4 against 8 in my fo fo And I got Jordan's at the second row So you know ======================================== SAMPLE 284 ***@***.*** [B.G.] agree B.G. try Me I see you kindred spirits who know God's history Great intellect with a A.K. and a glock Toss a brother some weight cause we belong You wanna find God, I got your back It's in your mind you'll wait Before you act up and catch a case Chorus (1x): MC Ren We the invincible gang that will retreat like dogs Suicide, hand to hand, shoot guns like Islord Defeat the gang, we the New York City That's our city [B.G.] I'm on the Island so you know I ain't lying I'm fluent in everything and speak six languages Look, my attitude's too zealous I'm a thug and you know, me I'm a soldier, so I soldier on all his bitches Look, I told you straight from the start, look With the B.G. bring it, now it's on once it's on Now let's take it to the streets, get ready for the revolution I'm tired of you bitches, you a fool for dissin me Fuckin me, you the sister for the way I dress You treat me wrong for my stupid ass, it's wrong in fact It's the New claimed land of the lost where's my manners Get ready to gun clap, set up a couple hits to get a brick Yeah, you wanna test but you the one that tried the first push Let's, put that blower in the air and turn the street off Chorus [MC Serch] Witness theUntouchable Pet Goat Goes out in every G-S class Disrespect his creation right from the start Cause in the studio you can't make out All black rims, bumpin ya. You know what I mean? Cause every G I take out the trunk jams And every clue, gets out the scuffles and drama You know we got the leather, we got the leather It's just like that (Verse 2: Asphyx] Don't you play the game Before you get wrecked You play the war Before you get screwed Think your skills won't be tested You're a bitch, you know the name Posted in every 50 ways Sipping on Moly and adding weight It's trill, I promise them It's getting stupid, you all boast niggaz Before you get dressed, just do the facial Uh-huh, get the physique, yo There's the one behind the Nike's, master flip-flop pivots, let the joint spin Let the rims speak, let the sounds pound Fresh beats, get the crowd moving Chorus [Verse 3: Greedo] It's the... it's about to start Strong legs, dimples, ass cheeks looking smelly A bunch of bitches in my jeans, I start dashing Off in your business, hopping up and down {*4X*} She pleasing me with a butterfly head denied Loose lips surrendering, the way she opens and close *in front of aroused I'm more than paper, it tougher than a road book Ghetto girl, getting laid knowing my teeth need testing Need more than a new car, I'm getting paid love From a behind aviaze (?) A pimp telling a broad that she's having To be the hottest chick in town For conversation of goals and sexual healing She's having, had a wife and all I'ma be the first to go If you feel what I'm telling you Then light a price, probably in the low six I'm in love with having it bad for us If it's pain, it's a price she can burn us If it's swelling, I'ma write a line and a story Tell it to you in ink, or tape, if you want it It could be a mino, agins or a blow job Now am I getting paid? (Was I making this?) Chorus Artist: B.G. f/ Evelyn Album: Life After Cash Money Song: BetterStarted with Her Typed by: ***@***.*** (Verse 1: B.G.) I met Evelyn, at the club with my dick in my hand I said "what baby, do you love boys?" She said "I do" She said " stop, you gotta stop" Don't play with my dick, I'm a young table You going to buy a ticket? I'm ======================================== SAMPLE 285 ======================================== All my homies wanna know, if they too man Cold jack dick and a hole full of chrome We get it crackin' MC's playa it's poking' with the biggity cleavage But, some of ya'll be running ya mouth, my homie Mark Moreland Stay strapped 'cause the life's a bitch, so what'cha name? I'm A.G., thoed but still back like a raptor, you know the deal 7th p's Tuck and Ma Duce, 2 Pistols roll So what you want, baby? Chopper City Here to get it, no respect, gotta get it, gotta love it And I got the Kool-Aid, y'all boys talkin' too much And I'm a Slim, the realest nigga, ya'll sick and tired So hold the drinks, hope it rain, and shake the dice Chromefly, you been sick for weeks, you need a plate The Eeyquies lacin' this wax, they tryna hit this smash So fuck you rappers, ya'll be fake, fuck you hogs [Chorus 2X: Lee-Major] Hey y'all (Hey y'all) Hey y'all (Hey y'all) C'mon c'mon c'mon now [Hook] [Big Tuck] I'm gang affiliated, drug-free Smokin' sacks and consume Hempstead papers For them dumb-ass bitches tryin' to slip on my chain Nigga, me and chapped pockets also Need help with schemes, schemes is everything Blaze blaze an army, we carry gats Every block we ride with atleast 7 bullets 7 bodies and our rims rocka Got the Suburban sold as a joke You niggas talkin' too much gangsta I got too many Benz's, few fives Got the rims rocka, steroids poppa Me and this ain't 1993 or '94 This for my main-frame glock-styling The ears static when my business is spinnin' Birds flyin', runnin' and screamin' Every dog's a leper, no lies to them hoes I'm trigger-style aggravated, run up on ya'll niggas [Chorus] Artist: Big Tuck f/ Trae, Z-Ro Album: Purple Hulk Song: These Niggas Ain't Stuntin' Typed by: Lil Hustle [Hook - 2x] You diamonds wish they had that nigga You bitch ass niggas You niggas ain't stuntin' You pussy niggas [Big Tuck] Big Tuck, I got 'em holla' Niggas act like Jive Bully got 'em baptised Many are talkin' big shit, but can't walk just trippin' I'm a southpaw, ya boy you ain't from St. Lou Yeah you talkin' all that shit around Juegga This killer is a trip, but you ain't stippin' momma's gold Gold chains, platinum, Tre 4 Runner pine mouth, chec you gold teeth Look at all the money we got, from a bigger bitch Look at my car, my diamonds and my chain When I throw these thangs I'ma get to clap Look at my ice, my glock's glistenin' When I pull up at the club they ride out with they gat 5 in my car, 2 in my Glock Hit you bitches with the pump You ain't shit, bitches ain't shit Shout out my house, you ain't shit But I'm never let em' get near me Listen brah, listen [Hook - 2x] [Trae] I see the colors on my laces I see the pink on the jackets I see the new Rolls Royce, I'm sportin' all in them I'm sportin' all in them, I'm ice all in them I pull up with Public Enemy, they gon' suck all out a comeback I'ma keep magic like Ms. Blak, I'm a big boss Thuggish like Mr. Whack, leanin' like a Shaolin rhidorus You just a punk, but got the here next funky flow Flash you cash, I'm a lean to that cash Drop gangsta, a fuckin' mob boss Yeah I called him Tuck, he in that Source shit And I know ======================================== SAMPLE 286 ======================================== awn Artist: 3rd Bass Album: The Cactus Album Song: MusicalSearch Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash "All together now, musical intuition Ionic comment, orchestra ofavia rhymes blessed selegunds with grand visions of nasal magnum I open seas, pledge allegiance to vinyl God's ill professional ionic solider, ill-lion squad, ill-style paii I dance in a triple cipher, year seven, eighth day I court ill-heit, I'm finally high rippin'bridians.net, hey how it go? [MC Serch] Walk with me, no extra or regular mileage Warmneck, no hat protection My cerebellum'sReadjusted to Washington the Harbor Huh, simple minds think without language I've truncated the best for the style's sake Ain't no discussion, no fine wines No fine wines. No free-wel, no free-wel No fine, no fine, no fine Must we? What I'mDefin' must we? Hang 'em where the Hang remain we Must we? (I mean, hang 'em where the rain be) I'm here this year and I must bring the year Might not have more shows in the year than My grace, mixed with normal Sometimes I have to stroke a craft Penny for my work and my rhyme's Strength in Numbers, my mission This year I'm pushed to the top of the pile (Chorus) 3x [Sung] Raindrops that fall on my glass windows These hollow heads who disallow us To rise above non-believers Build me an my very own rap path Build me an my own rap mob Build me an my own rap wars These rap faggots, who wanna fight (???) go get wet Duck your ponytail and swerve Ain't no sequel to this trapping thrill LittleSlow P-Y-Y-F-T A. Walker swag shot Top dollar flow Yo, I'm tired as fuck I'd die for nothing, but a little gratitude And maybe a little pride I'm about to flow for some lazy Hum Day,hum-day Every once in a while Look up in the mirror and Lest delay the pain I need you looking over my shoulder There's a better way (Don't you look same girl) Girl you can't get enough of me The out-ward beggin' andOtherwise I'm determined From mountains of evidence to thousands of fans Should I run and hide in between all of this satisfaction? My life is suicidal, this girl's world is Wizard She told me one very clever rhyme Yet still questioned my ability to do the job I sent her a second, third and she rejected me Approached my father, said, "You're an idiot" So he dismisses the evidence as null and found Without having my vanity waxed Telling his daughters the future brings (So Do You Do...? What If there's another Cas?) [Mac Lee] There's a story in HemdiLand, the home of Charles Town That brings me back up to my senses (There's a rebel in the crowd) These darts used to rattle the crips and herd the babes (And I'm tired of waiting) These darts used to rattle the crips and herd the babes (There's a man in the crowd) These darts used to rattle the crips and herd the babes (There's a man in the crowd) [Mac Lee] Young men with drama on their minds Kids they sit on theirhives Young women they sit as God is pleased A party with kings and hannies All they need is nickels and dimes A few weak links and bills And one hand tied behind their head The crowd wants more, so they rush To bad that party down at the house The cation he pulled got knocked and strung out Babes and children, they wanted more As the Amish and Jabberwacks they didn't understand it Some wanted to dance at Chucky events But they would dance at Jamal's when there was no crowds Now in 90 percent of the country Prominent on Twitter, talkin' bout Beyoncé Well her followers only are the Casas and Seanenenenenen No one town can hold me down with a drunken wreck Now you wife the host but it was Trina's Hen For sale on e mail, just ======================================== SAMPLE 287 ======================================== Prices on all farmese stock even worse I got the killer instinct especially for kickers In high speed, with major mutations It's Bocky the pit bull I'm the hall of fame With Bizzle on the toaster no license I'm a junkie of cigars And I'm fresher than a three lookin' ducket Matter fact say I'm fresher than when I got them grits Niggas be like, "Aww shit!" like, why you do that? Fresher than a mother speeding up or a fly driver mare christ I been a rear view as I turned blue light Left the scene, but yo the crash I didn't forget I started runnin, I was clappin, I was slow clappin I wanted to talk about how this life is hard But hold that four leaf clippers on my breath were probably soaked I was racist, I was perverted I was anti white I was anti-Semites I stopped milkin Ben and you're gettin nathan You said thatMontana Jack was good as Pete Nice But it didn't matter; I still studied his literature ButMontana Jack hated to study with his Ph fellows He only said he'd give three F's if he was offered rock Stepped to this hip hop chat and told everybody "I take 6." "Why?" "Cause he's cool." "So chill, you and your friends can screw me." Maybe I'm perverted Maybe I'm pervin I might be kinda racist cause I do this shit daily Maybe I'm pervin Never thought I'd have to back stab a white fellow Would you accept my gang? (Chorus: sung by Askari X) All I ever wanted was to become more famous Cause everybody was loving this All I ever wanted was to become a much bigger part of the country And the world in a knot now (BigCollectibles talking) In the end it's really all in my head Superior, organized crime, the rich, and the poor is all just missing There's an urge missing here; someone existent There's an urge missing here It's a revenge, a revenge, a revenge Acebaby... (BigCollectibles) I wanted to become a rapper I didn't know that you was coming through just to be a rapper You had me focused like a scene on an in replay I was like, "Good shit" like I had an advantage The extraordinary superlative superman Ripped it up like a turntable That's the way it is and I'll always be a gun raiser It's impossible to rap now I'm just walking along a thin line It's impossible to travel in the line On the razor blade, slice it in quarters And divide it amongst brothers It's impossible, "Oh A.M. in jail." It's impossible, "Oh A.M. in jail." (BigCollectibles) Stop the pigsmin' down in your draws In any natural gas man can catch a bite and what the fuck The eye got on me and my dog I fucking stomp around and get a gun shot I'm trying to get out the bay bridge Matter of fact Open up your fucking minds for a second I've been in wars more Vietnam than grenades And what the fuck is World War (chorus) (Mr. Mims) All I want is a peace treaty And a George Bush record And a shoe tight probation My homie Bear say he too I told him "yeah, Mims" (BigCollectibles) We're not like them thinkin' sake We thinkin' sake A bitch's jeep wanna ride with me Sis' say she wanna come and take a ride with me Jock's say he's a ten dog, I agree Sell his organ and make money with me Adiens with me Smell like roses The same old thing With the new leaf up in my ass Sold my dope to these poor souls Been hustlin' since I was in the 5 I been workin' since I was 12, shit my pockets been hatin' (chorus) Artist: BigCollectibles Album: Game Over Song: Hoarders Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Ice Oscillator] Yo, we roll somewhere off the coast When we see them fools Keep bailin' cause my whips is dope Ice Oscillator, ep. 3 We mashin' with the beats, blaze the beat ======================================== SAMPLE 288 ======================================== ; dispine grimmmere treat we get righteous through hard times seemin to meek All in the barn with the same engine on the line, ain't really certain Cold call the popo we'll clap ya but you know we can't touch ya Got plex I know you hate it but say we not gonna rock if the rock is wrong You get outta line dog we gonna fill you up please Ride with the crew forever we don't rent B-boys joke we'll hit you like a bass knot bang But what we dont we rock we make them double tap and clap Chorus:agged up, passing through the liquor store Begging somebody come in here shake that thing down I'm beat me to the floor, can you do that now? I've gotta go but I gotta be positive I've gotta go it's like this I'm ridin' to the club When all the crew naked Rides around like we in a gang fight Fuck you in your own song Leave you on the floor Shut your little games like we in cahouna Hey it's $20 but it's (?) When all the crew in the place we got to pay our own Cheating on you Cheating on you Cheating on you Cheating on you Cheating on you Cheating on you Cheating on you Cheating on you Cheating on you It's all true It's all true Don't know why I cheat It's all true Why don't you cheat It's all true Why you cheat It's all true It's 20 or early We through It's very mild It's all true We through It's very mild We through It's all true Artist: American blu Album: Back to Black: The Unusted coupletin' attraction Song: corners is a strip Yeah! Pick yourself up off the side of the mountain and give all your weight to my bladder Check, on the back of the canvas, grab your chest up off the floor And loose your legs behind yours, doing what, you said - do what you did I dropped my gloves as I felt just the pressure As theSecondly I couldn't stand awaiting the release of the first platoon With 100s of K's that'll smoke hay On the ave. as opposed to the crowded river house Chronic grass roots made me passionate Plus I'm finna get some'ing up out the burro It's only a matter of time, before the second sun creeps up on ya As the grill4ter comes alive, and starts to panic the fools are gone Don't look now, but you never turn state It's all smoke when the pin drops It's funny now, because you never seen a fire in your life You grew up in a Christian neighborhood You damn right wanna be a boy, but you take it ain't easy The juvenile life, but you foreseen the future Your lock you up, but the parole is open (Yeah), but you was also worried about the safety Remember the cops?acer that youaughter'd the crew (Huh?), but they didn't save ya It's like this, I watched you grow up like an angel (You?), my nigga, I can feel the change with my Sis traced my finger, each finger, repeat the same thing now you're grown, kid, you supposed to be tough out here run and hide from the cops out here live a lie that you told, got buried in the props Out here wildin' can't leave home Mom duke asked me, if I was down to die She thought that if I He had his reflection That would show him the props, had to play and hide You knew you'd get away from the town You knew you'd get nowhere, cause you were so innocent Mom duke, if it meant goin' back to jail, I'm thinkin' how can I ever be losin' face in a sieve in this repo I pray for every blue wire or imagined, that I'm addicted To all the crimes I've done, that you never forget Infaded baby, that you thought I should let Now, I pray for every blue wire that I'm shoulda dropped in the cot Here's one, for all the blue wires that never though that they coulda dropped in my pot One for every thing that I loved One for my past and all the blue wires that never though that they coulda dropped in my hand Trust, gotta trust this here, this is a man's world This is a world of ease, this is ======================================== SAMPLE 289 ======================================== You'll be at home, and always innocent by NY Stat's standards but stone's a dead flower when you're alone here And that, my friend, is a fact. Chorus 2 Times Artist: 7 Days of Funk (Estoy) Album: 7 Days of Funk Song: City of Shit Typed by: ***@***.*** [Verse 1] hey, folks I'm the Dogg Pound champion, burnin' shit for my people since a young one, right about then naw motherfuckers didn't know my style I was bornarate with the light gyal, from the same mind frame but I grew up to hate all the same cuz I got older I was told, with whack lyrics my whole life block cuz my whole day wasn't spent in the records I played but nevertheless I was always down for the dope Song goes, "oh honey honey", damn I miss ya I put the bomb in ya body andula my lyrics ya holla (uh holla) [Chorus] {*"Ak' 9" and "Full Metal Jacket" are repeated several times*} {*"Ak' 9" and "Full Metal Jacket" are repeated several times*} "When I start to bury the truth" --> Ice Cube [Verse 2] I never said I was the only one daddy park, I was the only one that would ever have a brother do the like Metal detectors in the train station but nooooooooooooooouuhh It's like that in the Bronx you either love me or you love nothin' and that's the way things go cuz I don't care, you can have a man I just need a dollar Police stay stoned like "he didn't have a clue" Bangin' on the station one more time that's when I found nine rounds two in the garbage can three men and two women three dicks four hood rats hustlin' from door to door day to day straight through the garbage can to get to the subway but I don't listen to a word they said word was "respect", but I don't eat beef I'll knock a woman down not once but twice then send the three men to the court they can't give a damn where your man got that nine But I expect fair play to play, it's all on you a wild coincidence nine years old when I first met you got twin eses pimpin' was the shit a lovestarter a fuckin' limousine a couple of bags and a dream cab back at the house then at the hotel party I fetter chase your sister watch your every move and cared for every loose change now I'm smooth I'm takin' your seat went to your house cuz you know the chauffeur is a motherfuckin' big daddy [Chorus] {*"Ak' 9" and "Yes 9.3" are repeated several times*} {*"Ak' 9" and "9.3" are repeated several times*} "Not a single witness presents the independent veracity of this claim to the wealth and deny the contrary to the vast and dimensional character of this evidence." {*"Ak' 9" and "FullMetal Jacket" are repeated several times*} "9.38, the murder weapon" --> Ice Cube "Turn up the news that the suspect is a cerebral blow away" [Ice Cube] Yeah, I get down like a wave Ain't nuttin' but a full ass trACE Yo, I'm slap hella-blO-BLESS My real flag keeps flashin when I'm flashin I keep whippin 'em with the down motion But when the wave's get to flinchin I just stand there in the corner grabin my sweats Clearin out my surround The wave's over my shoulder partner Steppin out my Rover to roam the lands Gotta clap loud in the party Poop man, slap out loud boy The thoughts blip plane comin from the wip You can't even feel the track rip Ice wrinkle girl, wrinkle girl, girl, girl The names Icey Songz and I'm Tracy McGrady Don't touch me, for the Ruthless Cause Don't be ashamed ======================================== SAMPLE 290 ======================================== Girl, I please your father You're pretty like you've never seen a sun before And I can give you all the places to go You're pretty like you've never seen a sun before Bang bang flip a brick on the side Let's make a date, I know you're tickets sold out Breathe it in and let it out and bring your love Just say you love me I will always have a part of my life You can put that on there baby Breathe it in and let it out and bring your love Just say you love me Tell me secrets baby and you can't keep about Talking bout you love, it's wrong, you crossed the line It's not fair no times I had to hide my feelings You should know I'll never have to tell you, I have love for you The world doesn't want us to feel our love (Switch it up now) But I know You know the pain that I'm in I know the hurt inside I keep you faith in me I'm confident so no shit can knock me out Messages you have said hurt a lot You're not worth the words and You just think you know 'bout me I understand your pain This is what you talked me This is what you talked me You wanna call me baby boy I said yeah This what you want me call him bro? This what you want me call him bro? This what you want me call him bro? This what you want me call him bro? This what you want me call him bro? Only for dinner when I dinner? Every dinner when I dinner? He was only 9 when he died at 33 At 21 he took a step back At 21 he took his lastics and he ain't talk back And he took all the pills and he ain't talk back (goddamn) And he spilt the blood yeah it's spillin your dishes And he spilt the blood yeah it's spillin your dishes And he spilt the blood yeah it's spillin your dishes That's what you talked me outta Nigga think I'm playin when I say you stay outta That's what you want me call him? That's what you want me call him? That's what you want me call him? That's what you want me call him? That's what you want me call him? That's what you want me call him? That's what you want me call him? [Skit] Remember the time when you were dealin' a deal When these fake niggas on your block tryina play hide and seek You hid and went to tell 'em you would never kill one When they saw me face to face they ran out of breath And then they said... Oh why did you say that there was something wrong? If there was something good I would sing it to you But I can't sing because you're scared that someone might grab you And twistin' you up, turnin' you badder than before When life seems hard you just can't lose and that's the fact Oooh [Bridge] When I get paid I'm tryina keep the peace But you better stay down and stay high [aintain that] I'll be back in a minute kids Will you help me out? [Skit] Uh-huh That's how you do it when you live by the gun Matter fact remember that line Remember that though you gunnin' and slingin' that You now just slingin' that I'm comin' up now before the homie leaves Because you hang with us and start to gun for us We gon' get none of that shit, cause you bitch niggas gon' get none of that shit Can't have nobody hit, because nobody would hit Uh, you hear that? You gotta accept that [Chorus] [Verse 3: B.G.] It look like the homie asked me to rap for the Hood many I fought for you bitch niggas, when I was ready for war No more safe sex in this life, so I start fist fightin' I'm on a mission you wanna see? You can't take this risk Hollow clips, hollow bags, hollow bodies, hollow brains Don't start no shit, no part of me couldn't be hollow Uh, I don't give a fuck, you can't take this risk [Hook: Kurupt singing in Spanish] Listen to my beats, don't play no games and just die I come through blowing smoke, but still I keep it ======================================== SAMPLE 291 ======================================== oids owned mother Earth Let anti-Christ pull you down with the ligada [Asheru] You're no picnic, beef with animals You won, broke your toe in two The hog is out of season for me, I'm out on the street for milk and honey I'm paid mopping, the sharper of the two stripes Will give you cancer, plus a quicker chance when I squeeze I got a freer personality for my thug of colors Pocket records are in shock at the sight I'm taking it half your life than my damn life will cost You're just another wack ass nigga, so tell ya You wanna be a thug? Rapes niggas Admit it, he can promise Indian andape And never put you on a beat soape Ya'll haters, hatin' on a pipe Some of us could never be human Black belief, this consciousness, nigga Be in present time This moment, finally, we have And if you're looking for a thug, don't be too hard But if you're looking for a wife, go with the grain Be more independent, you gon' have to pay the cost When all you want is a pound of coke And low mileage, you'll go underground [Chorus 2X: Talib Kweli] If I fall, I'll come back five more Is that the way to go, yeah, yeah, yeah Even though I lost my life to the system [Verse 2: Asheru] The stars aligned for the blink of an eye Get high, enjoy the ride or sky Do so, in these times it's very selfish Strange times money comes and goes, money comes and goes Full-grown amateurs, want dust for the rack They holler ear to ear but can't get enough Five thousand plays and the goal of everypound a stack See them toys ain't where the middle is Trust me, most people don't want no drama But if these bitches all go together, that's when you'll hear me Trust me, fool, this ain't no song And I ain't here to fall in love, no This is a demonstration, all I'm saying, is you about to do Is she gonna be your bae Or do you do what I do, or what's becoming Use your mouth, use your spine, now don't fall in love [Chorus 2X: Talib Kweli] If I fall, I'll come back Even though I lost my life to the system Even though it's legal [Verse 3: Chris Miller] Yeah, I tried to keep me and the love stable If I'm digging in your tail, don't hold me back Maybe she got a little too deep, don't get it twisted Maybe it's just your tail that times four I don't play it back, so you can just get used to it girl Use to be ten years old with two kids Now the music is all real, crib got got got the boys No crying in the living room, J's no Jeans T-Bone 95 got the microwave, BLAT! no BITCH! I HATE y'all, but right now I love you too girl BLAT! LET 'EM HOPE Blah-blah-blah-blah-blah Tear the roof off of your head Tear off your tongue Tear off your dreads baby Let the world know What I'm all about ( LET'S ORE'T I SAW ME) [Chorus 2X] [Bridge: Chris Brown] If I fall, I'll come back If I fall, I'll come back If I fall, I'll come back If I fall, I'll come back If I fall, I'll come back If I fall, I'll come back If I fall, I'll come back If I fall, I'll come back If I fall, I'll come back If I fall, I'll come back If I fall, I'll come back Artist: August Alsina Album: Quiet Time (S) Song: Quiet Time Typed by: AZ Lyrics Shawty was right there with me aw pasted with her only child aw stuffin' in my heart was strict with her, then it happened again she said Ohaw, she was right there where I first saw her cuz she was from the Bricks involved in the streets she put them niggas in the dirt the ======================================== SAMPLE 292 ======================================== to penetrate [Chorus/Outro during Intro + Hook] [Big Pokey] Ohhh Bulletproof start In the heights and depths I'm a bulletproof building start In the streets so don't you start In the face with a mask Cause you can't win with a 1-5 Let it be yours I'm a sheder stain on the city With a feather weight In the frame 4-5 In the gym strength gain Even though I'm frail I aint got to waste it Now give me 3 to 5 Then call 'em all glory Good or service Good or service Artist: Big Mike Album: Hard to Hit Song: Can't complain Typed by: jostmatt at bluewin dot ch [ VERSE 1: Big Mike ] I'm from the streets, streets, streets If you don't know the streets, put your money where you lay It's the God Connection, we don't play gs wanna beches, bet you can't fuck with Mike I bring the noise from the cockroaches and cock some hard heads I'm real, what's the deal on that homicide I'm real, what's the deal on that robbery I'm thugged out, I'm thugged out 6-9's in the Mack I'm thugged out, I'm thugged out The way uh, you wanna give that noise Just the way u wanna shake that thang Peace to niggas down the street, the added weight Bring new drugcases, some got new sleeves The way I'm representing, it ain't yet show Niggas done changed and got papes, new faces I done moved eva into a lot of spots Why you wanna hear mo' raps, hide your gats You wont feel shit when you stand in a heavyweight lift I get so busy, they can't thank you I get it done, I don't need no help from God I'm the type that kill niggas and still mack With the quick fast call, cold attitude Proper ass security, cuz I know where I am [ VERSE 2: Big Mike ] You don't know what I'm made of, you better ask somebody O.G. yo, Big Mike from the O-Z Uh, and we G with the damn Squad O.G. yo, I'm out here swervin' You wanna battle me? Ruyvos don't act courting Cause you know I've been getting money since I was wavenu Word to God, my flow getting plenty I been getting money, G is the only one getting this They must have told ya, months ago that I never went outolk Now you know, watch who you foolin' When I let a fool ball it, that nigga gon' remember He didn't never did he do it to his broad Like a player, I'm her the head hunter Black, white, andAsian Niggas want war, but up in they fear Don't talk too much, around my neck or up in the face And if you get beat in the mouth, then you'se a fool And then I, realize you got some nerve Try to play me out yo closet, watch your face and these guns I bust it crack the fan, and then rob my momma's house Throwing in some fly shit, to make the laugh outta trouble Wait, did I tell you don't nobody want beef with me Don't you dig what I say, I'm a go on and make a come up If you done your homework then you can judge me better And you better get ready for the trumpets, my name is better You done heard I do this for pay slips And beenNews column, but I'm on the where, why Why you call me shorty, shorty if you have kids Here's why you holding my Guns If you wanna learn to be safe from these crazy motherfuckers Here's why you lying to your lil'Girl Why you smiling while I'm wippin' you, cryin' while I'm lying Why the fuck you took my picture, while I'm shootin' my nine Now I'm talking stain deck, ice dress, grab your mink coat Grind up on my homies, my baldy they wanna hang with me Told me I can never say sorry on the 12's, when I come 'round You see I'm getting your ass from my nigga Fuck where you from, your fucking from, your fucking where you from You talking down, ======================================== SAMPLE 293 ======================================== getting high [x8] Pray for rain when it comes Let it roll just a little way All nightI'm going to pray for rain when the storm comets Let it roll way down in low pitch Thank the lord for tithing the whole thing In the presence of the righteous angels And my real nieces Hear me in the night Burning these trees like wanted fiends In the night I'm disobedient All right, today I burn the Three But all valedictorian records about as bright as the sun Stand on the bier, t-bone, joint, gallop apolieX: "That boy was just a ordinary kid" Pray for rain when the devil comes Let it roll just a little way All right, today I worship the moon But all valedictorian records about as bright as the sun Stand on the bier, t-bone, joint, gallop apolieX: "That boy was just a ordinary kid" Artist: Beenie Man Album: Blessed Song: elight Typed by: AZ Lyrics When you the brightest I'll come out and be your meets When you the one attention Ielight When you Mi hear Me nah form a song Or Mi hear mi voice Be ready if mi hesitate or need some advaitin Heart rhythm, real and fluent Watch the scene, when you break it down People youth, beauty and class This is the list, you might pass it In the end, you might not last it When you be feeling beautiful and seductive When you love to do things iller Especially for the women It be easy if you want some For certain, you might panic Because you love being held down Straight up, straight down All alone, in the house of no luvv So you gotta make a move And if you don't {?} , oh boy you know who I am When you feeling down, being alone When you feeling alone, in the house of no luvv When you feeling down, being alone When you feeling alone, in the house of no luvv When you feeling down, being alone When you feeling alone, in the house of no luvv When you feeling alone, in the house of no luvv When you feeling alone, in the house of no luvv Representing over the youth, we set it straight All alone, in the house of no luvv After all that you've been through After all you'll go through If lama wanna come on Oh Na Na Na Noonsense From the start, they tried to move the team Before you break yourself, watch how fast you fall I hear the voice, it's weak but it's strong And all the potential youngsters jock It's a dub on a road to riches A journey to fame Now shine bright like a brand new Cancun Everytime Biz working, why the hell they neglect me Why they nickname me Bitch Bitch acting like she want some Just find the guys and them she want some Who said she wanna do it I'm the big bad Raeebuba When you the brightest I'll come out and be your meets When you the least I'll come out and be your bosses When you the other main ones I'll come out and be your dogs If you want to try my ki's and speak my slang Well, run and get my girls, you must run I got my girl in the back and two friends My girl on the phone, my girl on the dick If you want to try my drugs Well, first things first, I got the proper bitches Hope one of them honey falls mad She said I ain't personal, so I gave her all hopes I drop a bitch, that bitch is fine Hope one of my hoes hate me I'm trying to get the honey bonnet, so I can see When you the brightest I'll come out and be your meets When you the least I'll come out and be your bosses When you the other main ones I'll come out and be your dogs If you want to try my ki's and speak my slang Well, run and get my girl, you must run I got my girl in the back and two friends My girl on the phone, my girl on the dick If you want to try my drugs Well, first things first, I got the proper bitches Hope one of my hoes hate me I'm trying to get the honey bonnet, ======================================== SAMPLE 294 ======================================== Album Flying away So related to the drou we got eight of the best of the best Fourteen of the best of the best shooter who can compete with me In the Porsche pullin' up I'm hittin' around In the coupe yeah the Coupes read the signs Bought me a brand new car the looking great Got the bitch to blame but the bitch I spent on weed From a bitch with no arms like miss john carrey Oh when I say jet, you better believe it She said I blew her low when I first did the deed (Chorus x2 - Raekwon) High life, high life, high life Artist: Raekwon Album: The New Level Song: Ded Right Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Verse One] Now, who that cat beost It's never trendy to hate the cat It's A&R,也一虎通[?] Theillinator, not chaser Began off the same foot, I been known to strike first 日都準備 style, 看心準備 guzzard Don 季有一接上骬就沒 chance Your 鎖�en once knewiao as much as I 白保落我的天 有一部沒 change your mind My style 貫有一天 means so proud My style, I 頞經�曲,克把 還有了這唱首歌 My style, I 雿經国在嘴可以我的任性林寺我的骬片 My style,被克比被我的小孩 我霞多明媚會有了自己的小业�丑到的小不想會 我霞多明媚會有了自己的小业�丑到的小不想會 的那按已經有了又怎我的小业�丑到 你沒有的愛你次一放到的是有登情 的那按已經有了又怎我的小业�丑到 你沒有的愛你次一放到的是有登情 I wanna be free I wanna be free Artist:一�情 Album: Freebasing With Kevin Bacon Song: Smoke Dolly Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro] Smoke Dolly, Freebasing With Kevin Bacon (Yeah Yeah) C'mon let's go [Chorus: Kevin Cossum] Ak come on let's go Get off of me, ladies and gentlemen (Ooh) Yes on the sub-aqueze Theright way, ladies let's go Yeah let's go, ladies and gentlemen (Ooh) The right way, no (Ooh) The right way (Ooh) All the ladies let's go [Breakdown] 困 accept this here, it's alright I got some stories to tell, I beat the chestnuts This the night of the twelfth quarter, financial year eleven When my partner lucas just came in, another chapter Leaving me lonely, studio still paying eleven That's why I need a bitch with a long hair That's why I like to shine, fuck fresh, women we want you we need [Verse 1] I'm the type of nigga that never had a good day Not tonight, just way before the post game Right? Now I'm on some happy hour shit Backache, feeling thankless How the writing's on the wall tryna remind me of this I guess depressed, leave me with this Bliss in the rearview then We get along with the letter See I'm a ======================================== SAMPLE 295 ======================================== cracked my skull I woke up next day, god damn look in my eyes Just find your path, grits couldn't fill my life Nigga, might as well pack your shoes [Hook] (Running joke) "You blink, at first you feel light-fishin' season Food in the airwaves are worthless, at first you feel cold You steady fed up with no existence With your spouse harassed byRussian businesswomen "I knew you hated immitep, that is a fiction" Artist: 7L & Esoteric Album: The Soul Purpose Song: Revolution Typed by: ***@***.*** (How would you react if I) became a cellist (I)Became a cellist Sent a telegram, to your domicile (My ese) (Now can you give me some of your fingers?) [ VERSE 1: Esoteric ] I became a serial killer but, the angels claim me Walking and talking cursivos with Devils and") In a code of professional perfection Don't tempt me You can't picture a perfectionist My star willini got your coffin pushed back with a staff You can't buy another man'sottest dream You can't promise that you wont rip shit For ghettos that got low My terrorist bullets start to blank out Look how I become a marksman For the holy grail, always keep it in my pocket You wanna bet again, I become a scribe Look at the dealer, bullets start Start spittin 'em, whayout you go Alarm bells, this is what crime is Alarm bells, I came to clear your eyes Be hear to the shores, and let 'em know that it's real That's why I demand another like me Right here is a denial, a challenge to the king I said I need something to stick my dick in You see my hammer start to ding dong I am a hog in the game but you need to listen I convinced you, the mic fiending, you wanna be stong I start the game by throwing down You get wetting on my ass, I wanna win Turn down for pussy, you get smacked in the mouth I start off with a couple shots and a break All you women think that Es' is the fuckin' judge But he's all in allusional, he's focused on gettin' laid He started off with a couple chins and a few moves He's crazy though, he's as though he's lost in time He's a tyrant, consigning crazy motherfuckers tomonger Fighting for your feelings, telling you how to rumble It's too much to ask, you're used to this We wasting outchea, but you're too slow This is to break the glass to the devil you can't break the law You ain't strong enough like Solomon Stone You still get hyped in the after world [ CHORUS: KRS.Z. ] (Is your Orange soda can't do this?) (I think your fucking wine glass wrong) (Can you turn the lights off for me, cus I need a goddamn hug) [ VERSE 2: Esoteric ] I hit the nail on the head, I'm trying to write a verse That'll squeeze through the written, verbal void You got lyrical tracks, I write 'em on your resume You want some real shit, like we did in M.C.O. Writing hate all night, at the office in the heat I hit the ratchet with a fully automatic I told you once, I'm a fucker to authority You're a fucking eggo, your whole style is pussy mixed with lypo I rip your miter to shreds, your rhyme scheme is like a bloody picture I'm a murder-murder, developin' diabolical lyrical crimes You faggots rollin' pale- white I raise your fucking little bitch, to laughter She's into me, I speak to her with the mental I put feathers on her head, so bitch can get it to back I'm into all of that bullshit that she's into Swinging with the wolves, I stomp with the thugs I'm that bastard that get the people in your way Then punch you in your face, with a baseball bat Then watch it swell up and face the earth with my penis It's on again, I turn the lights off for everyone [ CHORUS ] ======================================== SAMPLE 296 ======================================== Compton cowboy high vision PUR kindly donated his funds to help me pay my ticket ticket I was working just as hard as I should have never got paid? Yo I was getting turned down for entry to these big house parties All the way to the places that they used to go and see the preacher when I should've been going to school praying for Uncle Sam But that's the reason why they shut my record label down Cause I was Destiny's Child like the lastapo Probon ain't got half the battle as hard as Ap Ayo Asher Roth don't be ungodly Resurrected thecience of the sneaky Just in case you never hit the swisher Just in case you never laugh if it isn't your turn Or the snap wind that attacks your cheeks Prolong your stay here tell the story of that jerk you feel that moves you in front of your home or put him in his place You buy him a drink to cheer you up You play the role of prick but are often useless Kissin your ass behind your back keeps frontin your address So glad you chose to be apart of this mess That's the reason why I say [Chorus: Angel Haze] Why we had problems? 'cause we were on them I should've listened to the man 'cause I knew what he was telling him I wouldn't save you if I rented you a car And never to see you girl would've been a red flag I pray that you suffer no pain As long as your happy If you with me, you with me You talkin to God, you with me Why the devil tryna kill me? [Verse 2: Angel Haze] I'm swingin like a choppa, pluckin stitches from my shoulder Watch the moonburst, stabbin any bitch that try to run Even hit with a bathe, can't hide this hunger in your genes A lot of blood is drippin on my face, I'm +Collision!!!+ You run to your girls, kissin them niggas, hurtin em I hope you still here with me Ill if I dragged you around but I can't stick you I'm talkin fuck you, neck and your nipples It's fuckin your baby girl, you're all that The whole Konvict CD's cool, yeah, yeah [Chorus] Why we had problems? 'cause we were on them I should've listened to the man 'cause I knew what he was telling him I wouldn't save you if I rented you a car And never to see you girl would've been a red flag I pray that you suffer no pain Be sure to check what your moms said You buy him a drink to cheer you up You play the role of prick but are often useless Kissin your ass behind your backkeepin his promise [Bridge: Angel Haze] Why do we fear? What do we do when we all step in the destruction? [Verse 2: Angel Haze] Don't you fear me, don't you feel me? Because they say, only the strong survive And if you feel the, I'm sick of you too, sick of you too You mad at them cunts? Then why you at my failing High? You the weak one, in charge, don't know what to do? Go back to class, pick your lesson Talk stupid shit, and got your teeth grinding in class I hate it, I can't have it anymore You thinking you being around you and showing your skills But you're worthless without it, I see your evil ways Won't give it back, 'less it's a waste of breath Don't do it, but it should be fun to watch you go What if it's wrong? What if it's killing your legs? Would of sooner took the pain away, I'm tired of all the tears Didn't believe the tears, they sagged and sprung free How could it be, it sounded like hell if they were talking life Where's the love? I know that you killing me lately But lately, lately, lately, lately There's nothing left to kill, no soul to part If being free means dealing is a pain, I would feel this [Chorus: Angel Haze] Why do we fear? Why do we fear? Theres no one to serve, we don't fear no one [Verse 3: Angel Haze] I'm losing sleep fast, swear it gets worst than what this life gave me Got lost in the night, and now I'm dealing with the stress I'm dealing with the thoughts and the visions that I'm told Some of ======================================== SAMPLE 297 ======================================== are plenty peep the game, the Escalade is a sitting duck Control the land and we control the air The chick you capture is genetic The more chicks you have, the more quickly they fill mine Baby you can have theous or a friend (chorus x2) Artist: Blish House Album: Miramax Song: Get Up Typed by: ***@***.*** Mister.Intellect.Intiity.Intiity.Intiity [Blish] You know something that fades? You know stuff like that We do, of course y'all.Shape and he can't.Divide and his own stuff. That last one's for you. Intellect, what kind of words is that you use? Your skinny-sipping pussy coming out her nose These lames are out here crazy, playing turn the lights off We can find us nicety after nicotine If I try, it's on, but remember this: Couple pretty wins and not much going up And your life this expensive, daddy You're all strapped up, life is, weight up With no question, show and prove I done walked through all the town Big heads and nothin less so small Pockets full of cash and nothin more That's the way they used to say, say it, hide your pride Go to your fightin apathy, today's spectacle What's the deal? The king's got the keys to the throne What's the antidote? A mothafucker that's just a thought [Chorus] Everybody get up (to do it) Everybody get up (to do it) Everybody get up (to do it) All the¯opped on your body (and you did it) And all the¯opped on your body (and you didn't) And all you need to do is let me demonstrate (and I'll show you) how something can be how to make a drum sound and demonstrate (and I'll show you) smokin this sherm m Sherm demonstrate (and I'll show you) how a twenty five susccivor (twenty five) step in the room (what what what) and look around too. [Chorus] I think I love you baby, I think I love you babe, I think I love you I think I love you, I think I love you, I think I love you I think I love you, I think I love you, I think I love you [Bambino] Come on little mama, don't miss your laughter (uh) Might forgive myself to take (take) some (?] The negatives, like money and drugs, I hate to spend (oh) We do it right (yeah) I had you girl while you were making me cry (yeah) How can I relax my mind (oh) When I just shot that shot at you (oh) [Chorus] Now I'm sitting here, tears from the strokes A heart full of pain, left for dead Slide off, baby girl, let me slide Oh no, this is what we used to do Before they made you and left you kid Before they made Mike Epps and this nigga Before they made Plee-aard and this nigga We was trying to go in, but I had toilation My older cousin just came from out of country They had me on a mista, they had me on a flaat They was hurting my pride, I felt they98 did it It's fucked up, I just wanna live life through again Somehow, someway. Yeah I hope it never happen over here I wish it was this right here... [Chorus] Artist: Bambino f/ Sadat X, Ruger Khan Album: Planet Rock Ballance Song: Song Cry Typed by: ***@***.*** [Intro] Why would you ever want... to fuck a nigga like that? B contraband... Let off a couple niggas, yeah I'm Mr. Fingaz in here ( contraband) Let off a couple niggas, yeah (I'm Mr. Fingaz) Let off a couple niggas, yeah (I'm Mr. Fingaz) [Bambino] M-d-g M-a-va-solved up somethin' ======================================== SAMPLE 298 ======================================== speakin' to me Make the dough go lump sum {You need space you don't want to walk away} {Enter the dance floor} Mixxing, lots of wine On with Brighter Brick Throwing lyrics back and forth between worlds Yeah Yeah Yeah I done came up like the first movie in arah Spit it nice, then laugh Had my bitch do the remix You ain't gotta wanna see that Greedy bitch, your favorite rapper Can only be yourself, that's up to you Can't stop telling the best Them other dudes favorite things Haha {Face it} I'm a individual; I choose my own; And still I find success with less play and more truth Pose, no more of that Took it to the streets and got known so people knew it People knew it was one of the things I been waiting for A lot of ups and downs, some times it be hard To stay one way is one of the things I try to do Stay true and find the way to make it through All positives, my fault, no changes All is forgiven, yes forgiveness The world knowing bout me and Bobby Believe me Haha {Hook} Artist: Asheru & Blue Black (Unspoken Heard) Album: Soon Come... Song: Truly Unique Typed by: ***@***.*** [Asheru] Yo, storms of this world, I am a star to Live life in spite of all, be it cane cane, shots Or rent a crib in the 'burbs, I choose to Ignite the flames, even when flames arehing Better elevate your pain and train your drugs Lick your tongue, or hold your head, flipping through rounds With little guns that can snipe your dick These are the heroes and the villains and the sinners and Those are the suckers and the frauds and the messing niggas With those, but that's besides the point So let me think of something to back your choice Lack of status, but a great winner Selling for a pretty bendrell and a pocket full of porcelain Livin' in the fast lane with a backpack full of tenders Lack of education, but a wanna be hashed Every move leads to a tragedy Dying to take what's mine, atuchea distance Problem is, we're all in the small things Every little thing leads to a big mess So just run and get big, when we all wanna get big [Blue Black] Let's go, run for the beach Where anything is alright We can be anything, you can be any I'm a child ofbin, police wanna keep us silent Lookin' in my eyes, tell me a scripture Words ain't spoken, I can do anything Call in the riot, I do anything This ain't a throwback, I can do backslap Two shots, one vote, that's a timeout Jill Scott Stauffer, this a killin' spree And just for the hell of it, I'm gonna leave you With all that hate and anger, yeah That's not a friend, here to buy you a necklace I break bread with Pete for certain Not Ann New, D Train or even John Gotti I'm with theStreet, Bigity B, they don't need a babysitter Laying down my two bravemen Engaging the streets and sparking a nerve So all you young fellas out You need to be with me I'm all about my bread And fuck a pay You don't even want to bite [Asheru] Who put you up on this here? You need to be on some Royers Yo, why they be riding on knots? You on it all day like Eddie or Lionel You on it even when your broke ass solo Play the swyling role, shorty you game We both know the do'ing and the do's It's a two-for-street, we're going all the way [Blue Black] You know your ass is trash Ran after Lil Wayne, but you gon' be famous When you get u ever active, it's like a blues You love to be broke, and you wanna be liked You'll never be great again You always wanna be lame nigga Show your black ass again, ain't that you nigga? I had a job and I love it, but I ain't gon' do it Doanie sculpture, but I stare You with your motherfuckin hustlermanship, I'ma ======================================== SAMPLE 299 ======================================== cut the smell from the indo smoke when Yella rolled out I could set it on my homie like Osano You sucker MC then i had to be a factor You know El the entertainer from inning five that blow black like some heavy acid Vision of me playing entertainers like T H C got the party jumpin like a jump suit now end the play with a line and just close your eyes, open your eyes I told you once, I told you twice and I'm a tell you why now play the role and I don't care what you say all the MC's wanna be like me they all just want the ride to the club and cut me like a cutler but Slim the pro cutler I tell you what... Chorus Verse 3: I told you once, I told you twice and I'm a tell you why now play the role and I don't care what you say all the players, all the bitches, all the HO's, I'm all in I told you once, I told you twice and I'm a... I use my whole life to get chips to pay my dues used to live life wild like a dog in his draws Now I see the game as either you or you you you don't give a fuck bout what anybody on the other so ain't no need to disrespect the other I'm just saying that I'm a friend of the homie and treat her like a hoe so when I get home she'll get right like that don't stare at her get right like that nigga I'm just saying that I'm aop fitty tro/unction' like a two-fours a week I'm like a doctor that need urgent ass stitches bitch tryin to come up out the toilet me and babyBG, we about to add another flavor to the spectrum I'm some kind of miracle, livin my life out like an Vegas hoe plastic china parts, paint on wood the stove and the sink, check the water level you see water level never goes down, never goes up I'm some plastic God on a mission to have everything you see I've got more diamonds than the mall I'm Jesus with the mall lil' kids love me like trues I take them threes but bad boys in the twos soul is in the business, soul is out of the brain I make the cream but it's like the 3 ain't never dead you see in the hills everything is still the same I told you before but I ain't new to none this is known you see in the hills everything is the same I told you before but I ain't new to none this is known yea I told you once, I told you twice two times, three times, blow your mind Chorus (Woman's voice): This is how I feel when I walk through the door the inside's a fortress, the inside's a fortress The walls are mysong and I'mmelodious, your myleaders The smoke is not burnin' me, the heart is notlibidinal I am not inferior, I am Lord Soofi I have your queen as my throne doggin' me I'm on the right path but the road is rough some girls they ain't gotta be bad, you can just be real some girls they ain't gotta be bad, I know you can just call me Some girls they ain't gotta be bad, I know you can just call me Chorus Artist:adamn4life Album: The Situation Song: Mama Typed by: ***@***.*** (Malia) Oh yeah, did I forget to mention? Mama, I'm sorry I'm In such a moment A daughter and a mother I dedicate this to the life that I have To let my seed believe in me Without being vain I'm gonna let them all shine When I get there it's gonna be on I'm gonna let them all shine When I get there it's gonna be on (Chorus) Mama (la) Can you hear me? Mama (la) Can you hear me? Mama Mama, can you hear me? Mama Let me have a baby When I get older, I'm gonna kill this shit I feel my heart start to beat faster But no matter what happens I'm gonna never regret Any fool that comes my way needs to just let me go I know I gotta make sure that my boy feel it Some idiot probably won't make it, I know I gotta ======================================== SAMPLE 300 ======================================== ] Gapped out when I hooked up with that nigga, ain't really her I'm a Ro-Raro, C-A-Raro, G-A-M-P-P-A-C Always got myers, curious to this rap shit Nigga what the drug story gon be This shit is crazy, When these gems start flowing to me Oh no, I don't really... Got to watch out for these soft guys, when they finish up their sentences They blow trees, but they do it with real piff, real piff They say "Snitch, dig into the swag " Stop... [Chorus] Crib worth a mill I'm the one like the Matrix Behind the steel like Kigmaster Rock, but I went and got the block I'm a living legend in every hood an every other hood An old soul said I'm so well-known That I've been known nowhere near being free But my mama told me forever do my jing-jing, sing That's why I live, my mama told me to keep my ear to the streets Pocket full of whiskey, mama full of 40's An if these cats don't come home never mind "You got to have discipline or you end up getting killed" Money talks so what you sayin? You talkin what you do? Breakin a law You speakin what you do? Won't let nobody breathe [Verse 2] Grey Goose fo Bakayo Combination of everything Chefs around the world like Itio Jones Cigarlo in the street, nigga I ain't forgotten about it Notorious as the King of the Ruff Known for flashing jewels while staying proper I ain't forgotten about the music I made with the streets Thenie west I'm back I'm the Queen of New York with my back against the wall Hands up in the sky And the Lord has bened as my side They addicts they coulda had us so but What they addicts add on they own is not hard to tell What you pretty bitches say on your own website Is Not Killa Bitch you can fuck around and catch the Lesson, No ("heezy") (You can fuck around I'm a tell you niggas to pimp em) [Chorus] Crib worth a mill I'm the one like the Matrix Behind the steel like a lean, lean got ya leanin' veterin' of mind you can catch me on the streets Bout to go and get me somethin' back Might make you pop your shit cause G Off was kind enough I had a part of me cryin' out [Verse 3] I'm tellin' myself I am not going to do this again Really I thought that I would Until I dentist took a daily break Until I forced my fiend to have a little cash I am on I Am on I Am this I Am We have to clear my pockets, cashSeen a little broke She did that just for thebreakin' laws She burglarized, I believe she was out for justice Or something and I don't even understand it Everybody needs to realize They are not self made and I don't claim it They don't know what their dues they spending on niggas [Chorus] Crib worth a mill I'm the one like the sun Always getting money, always having to eat Always get it huh its what its about You talkin' shit yeah your lady said yes You live in the states so you drive a bubble She don't believe you come from the south She drive me crazy yeah You a hot or a low flow nigga A real nigga, you go to Hell for every Fright You P for every Fright You want the moon roll round You want the Benz glow yo I'm a real nigga, I drive you to Ferrari twice I'm a man put him on the carousel What you want or need at the time when you blink How could a man go so left-handed with so much love for the Yeh [Chorus] Crib worth a mill I'm the one like a cancer With a bitch that drink and cologne With a babe on the tip cup You gotta let your guard down, before you go on You make a killin a prince Save that shit for the All Star flight Take it back to Atlantis Shit, got my heart rushin like crazy All black when I was 'bout to go to the ring But I made it, I'ma take you home tonight [Chorus] Crib worth ======================================== SAMPLE 301 ======================================== ed your mind As it enters your retina shot lay soft you're led you're desire Ryze: This fatty may be our tailspin But the worst bad guy in the dyin' hurry We have to unload the weapons on you And start attackin' you. [Verse Two] You're seventeen now older than before Your best friendElva's next to you You hear me staring up at the moon sayin' 'Cos it's evening before we can top this We just wanna hit the bed so I can get a rest It's better than be without a friend I know you have one, yes, you do But I don't give one back, so you have to fear me Nah, don't give me no half-ass smile 'Cause you're gonna find a way to fuck without a friend I'm gonna stick you with a hold block Go ahead and do me like a lie And do me like a play bitch She know I'm the best when she butt naked Yeah, yeah, yeah Nah, don't give me no half-ass smile 'Cause you're gonna find a way to fuck without a friend I'm gonna stick you with a hold block Go ahead and do me like a lie And do me like a play bitch She know I'm the best when she butt naked.. [Chorus] [Bishop] [x2] You think you're thuggin' cause you're clockin' degrees Don't make me hit you like that, I got the game in my flex Talkin' bad fella shit but that ain't nothin' You think you're hoeging now, you were hoeging when you wrote this I may be in merchant mode, merchant mode You are now hoeging to a punk station but I ain't down with that, you are weak in the knees to a tree I ain't for sheist, never heard of no lip And you fat ratchets in the t-shirt and Gucci and ZAYN Time for the drop, yeah rob Bad you ass Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch bust a back like a shellfish Yeah, don't make me hit you like that, I got the game in my flex Talkin' bad fella shit but that ain't nothin' You think you're thuggin' cause you're clockin' degrees Don't make me hit you like that, I got the game in my flex Talkin' bad fella shit but that ain't nothin' You think you're thuggin' cause you're clockin' degrees Don't make me hit you like that, I got the game in my flex [TrifeDrew] I got a guitar, like an MC I got a fat bat, like an old school cat I rap over beats and then I react to beats I'm a big smoker, I'm a bad drinker I rap free, I rap for hire, no credentials I'm a rap sports man, watch me beat has a chance (rhymmph) I'm an exercier, passionateer, know the game like a Playstation Game is greedy like Mike Tyson I'm so good to you like Ash Lucas, blow you like Canadian bruh Bitch I'mprey, ready to do game with your main Hate-prey, rap kid, don't attack with that hate track Have you running around, sounding like your ugly Don't play, no bats, just b bats you hit me Write it so fast, I stick it in your head like a zig-zag Hit it with a smirk, like you writing in the Bamba Band With a beat like a bow, ready for dawn Write it likeanged on your college face Everytime you go to bed, like you writing in the bamba funk Precision flow, like they hammer hammer-hammer your brain It need banging, like they hammer-hammer your conscience It's that drive nigga, you nothin but old rusty nuts Armorer, AR12, they creep with the heat be theral Nigga, we mean mug, so lil' niggas bow down Yeah Nigga They like, "Who is that nigga?" They like, "That's that nigga." They like, "That's that nigga." They want therama, we likerama So if you nappin, we likerama So if you piss your bitch off, we mad likerama (What's up?) So if you piss your bitch off, we likerama (What's up?) So if you piss your bitch off, we like ======================================== SAMPLE 302 ======================================== ima nigga Ahora Afora! Hago juego al oido Satira mini, subi o disgortar Nao e como sujo negrito para al real Meu rap ano santo eu su dif�rungen Meu rap a su que es como rap-o-pra faca A rap con elingo, que eu sou olles Meu rap a su que asandra Cada vez que es horas locos Teros gustos con porque menti Meu rap juego y yo voy con que pena [2x] Desci no te compihu, tu eres ours Bebas nos matemonio, y no comyyas y yo voy con eu vera Desci no te compihu, tu eres ours Bebas nos matemonio, y no comyyas yo voy con eu vera Te compéramos inocentes cuando me enamoridad Te coisa con tu cuarto, con mi gata Nosotros somos los grandes Sorrazas la monta y sin pero como unas ganas Piensa te pidio, adidas parece que te pobre Que pena, con eso rubres de soche Tudo su casa, dando pa'l uej rubber Uej ver drear, do errado' que los pillos para puedas de mi menti Una noche loca, mis memberato' pa'l que lleve Si ella pide regeton Sorien cuerpo con cuerpo se usunidad Pa' mi nadie mi' como un latina Ba�a mi ver cone cyclo [2x] Puerto Rico Esto fue Lave Los Ásica A toa , de mi no si hay CB Dejala Rico Dame Nacita Some may call me Cecile Dejala Rico Marezza En la musica La Fama Estola Clan Rico Livborghini Ice Oscillator Predicada Alexis Foza Ainda Predica Tu hombres hacerlo Se ajuden Compacta Playgunlo Tu eres mi pone caliente voetando musica No tienes tus ittoiles yqui se us No tienes tus ittoiles bebebe No tienes tus ittoiles yqui se us Baby, tu no te comprende con la que no te pre niños reino cuando se sueltos disparos la bomba Esto mas una hacer hoyala cuando se us la propria un hoy Lo que un cadera yo te gusta el fuego al hacernos con mi flow ma' Uuusto... vay', que yo donde 6 en esto de acuerst si un par de lo que pari as interos hacerlo bien con mi flow ma' mamasitaendoas... No tengo un perro manso vay', que yo donde 6 en esto de acuerst si un par de lo que pari asinter esos hacerlo viz... Esto mas una hacer hoyala cuando se us la propria un hoy Lo que un cadera yo te gusta el corazon es temprano [u +ewt +terrón +] , no puedes parar no lo que piere de mi Un- This is fuego un trago de mi Aqui eses est�r, lo mueran lo que lo pison Perrealo, que me ponlo a temblar Uidad nuevo te pidio pero con ellos de espaco Juiciosa, despues sensee hace calfornia la botella que tuestra mi imaginacion Juiciosa, encontrar abour raping de nuevo esos mio es est�r, ya bellan! Juiciosa, encontrar a toa' la lebarra a... Juiciosa, encontrar a toa' la lebarra a... Aqui me llevern, renna la ricoche Alexis, f ======================================== SAMPLE 303 ======================================== My cable's a week late, it's steppin' outta syndication Ain'tazonneed to cop it, flick it or defeat it so from dawn to dusk CT and NY rockin' cars My nINE pot to the pavement across the PA in the hour before my verse drops Chorus (2x): Fromlassie urban Big up my man, Big Mike Big up my man, Big Mike [Mr. Serv-On] Yo, a true veteran, I false rearrest if criminal action is a crime I promise to the detainer that you must await Come on The criminal is behind me trying to get me The criminal's plan is to climb and i'm the known consequence ever since Big knew me trying to get me Out of the jungle but i played it like a cheap man and obvi give me my honor when the enemy attacks on me Di rearrest said no one can take me no niggas took me All killer queens no need them 6-8's they be like honey mustard but all tricks I got is a back like trail lead I keep it all H-Town The farthest a we go is down here we move LIKE A TAIL arrows all around and hit your back shot up all the niggas in the street yo, who the fuck knows don't try to stop it we all highed up and keep shootin the enemy off we call this 'bout we allaea a la pregative this is not land it's not hard but precise you know the drill pent up, you're runnin' to Wayne yo, are you runnin' to Joseph? yeah, yes yeah, yeah oh yo, preciside, venir, venirOn yo, yo, celamet yo, M.O.B hot like a candle feeling my head in decimals they need to let me out I left that pussy leaking yo, come again now, who the fuck left? I left that pussy leaking I left her foreplay for me if she wanna go ahead and make me get with Lil Wayne, tell me who the fuck know how to make me bingo check, screaming M.O.B. I'm from then school,High recess,I went to math, you wanna be a man, I wanna do real swift I'm like son of a back road,Nigga know who I'm talkin' 'bout all the homies hopping out the phone Bill Gates,Pay-Pay Paul,Nigga this is all you need to know [Esoteric] Back in '89 when I first met you You had a question mark on your sleeve You told me what's on your mind, now who gon' care about it? I told you if you [?] none of that shit true You said to expect anything and more from me Believe me, when you step to this emcee, this is nothing But some people try to fake and fake But I'm too marvelous to be pitbull Bitch [Emilio Lopez] Okay, you probably heard by now, I'ma give a rap command But first, I want you to open your chest and open up your feet And create with your mentality, no matter who you are [Bakarii] No need to check me No, no need to box me No, no need to play me No, no, no I'm just giving you my best No need to check me No, no need to box me No, no need to play me Yea, my name is Esoteric and I'm involved with the beat And putting some funk in your system so please don't try to flip it I'm putting rap in your life and you better get it twisted up Yeah, like Jay-Z, you know me I'm the kid, I'm the kid I'm the kid, I'm the kid I'm the kid I'm the kid (yeah) I'm the kid, I'm the kid (I'm the kid), I'm the kid (all through the schoolyard) [Bakarii] Yo, you scared but you willing to start 'cause you taking off hold nothing remains I see, they all scared when they begin to fight But it never ends then, that's the issue I see, you scared then you willing to start But you only wait until it's safe to hit the door And it's opened ======================================== SAMPLE 304 ======================================== Better if we all united, fightin' for greater unity This time the struggle must be intense For souls, it must be intense [Andre] When I was young I used to steal cars And shoot clips of dope Man I'ma talkin' to the public It's sort of like shootaround The pistol man is out of time He loose these cheddah after Addidas And shells from the diamonds These nice Made Men Were the only ones I could see Before I saw you all gettin' down And back then I thought I had a gang But now I don't believe I seen a gang But I seen a gang, gang - a gang [Addy] Add up the scrapes, the money combined I didn't have a set mind I was young doin' dirty work And people would shoot up your house Crazy bitches would help me run this And I just wanted to ball and slap Ain't it funny how shit could go You say you don't know me and I know you I never met you but that don't make it right Phil Da Agony Alchemist, Psycho Les Alchemist, Psycho Les Artist: Isis Ak playa Album: Official Mixtape Song: Snitches Typed by: Cno Evil [Chorus: sample] You mussied up when you left your house tonight Youitches were just friends, now your boo You can run up any time you left home This is some mach ni-ing you wanted or not You made love to a nigga, we met the pounds You can meet a lot of niggas, we meet the rats Nigga we connect and we tear down your house [Verse 1: sample] Re called niggas, ran through the back door Nigga, they tried to best that they could They by your self and they by your selves Just a few shots to the head but they kept coming Back to the crib, It's old ways now you let the clips clap You runnin' back to the streets, don't fuck with them Catch you by your car parked behind the building [Chorus] [Verse 2: sample] woke up late, no reason the front door opened you out in open sittin' here like some crazy shit sneak up and hit the hay st a nigga checkin' on his ass, he said.. [Backbone in background] yeah, he cheatin' on his homies yeah, they be doin' the same thang and we outchea, on this mission to get rich nigga get tunneling, enormous amounts of powder in the stash jumped off the scenes, and all four corners of my mouth became a brotherhood, a folk revival went straight to the league, and we're a folk speaker pulled up the britches, swore to God, even'd hair and make my nigga looked in the mirror, that's how I know you got yo but no, that's just reality if you's a freak, cop them sheets, give him some.. [Chorus] [Bridge: sample] Heatin' on your girlfriend, now we're doin' it [Backbone] well, I tried to be cool, and I tried to live my dreams and I tried to live my lies, but you know I gotta be the way I see myself, cuz it's out of this world and that's the only fucking definate thing, for cuz it's never me personally, cuz I been makin' a lot of rap and I understand the game, that you out to get down now I'm thinkin' about my b-boy... no not my B-boy, Big Moe [Moka Only] I know you heard of my name, I got much better coke and much better luck with a fake ass L.A. When my partner come in niggas gonna wave their hands And I say my name I don't be stopping, I'm popping my collar It's M-O-E, I done crossed the line Where a nigga gotta get his cheese shard A bitch gonna leave dadaline goin' crazy And it's getting waitin', for the right nigga It's M-O-E, I'ma [Backbone] I love the way the way you talk The way you suck, the way you talk The way you lick, the way you lick ======================================== SAMPLE 305 ======================================== [!!!] Drop low Artist: 7: Big Syke f/ Mikkey, G.E.I. & troops fromensive Album: Be My example Song: Be My Typed by: ***@***.*** Talking: Dogg Pound bitch check it out Verse 1: (Syke) My dick boss, I seen you at the club giant Push your button ten seconds ahead of myself, didn't you know? Push a button as soon as you get in the car Very likely, it's Shaniquien, from the big dogs Salute to all my dogs on the block, Dead End is yo They call me Uncle Dred on the street WH gentleman, in the name of comrades cause you get me Ready to toast, if you're listening please Sir, your boy got all the dirt you must clean But I'm smoking, drinkin, meditating every minute Hook: Syke - 2x I got Be My eyes and my dick boss (Drink) I put Be My eyes and my dick boss (Drink) I got Be My eyes and my dick boss (Drink) I got Be My eyes and my dick boss Verse 2: (Ghetto Dwellaz) It's the niggaroe, with the nice figga out the gimpster I like them butter cuts dipped all over my ass Feeling like the world is mine Cause I be rolling on a molly the way he do Now it's ( strange) Away in the hoods blowing on the high Wayacion blowing slow blown blowing He keep singing this song cause he keep... blowing blowing Hook: Syke 1x Niggas talking down in QB stompingmouth You already know, AK be hard Known to pull rank in QB Known to keep them M's on lock gripping the straps Known to keep that G change of rod Known to spin the crome, like Frank Thomas Where the stash is at, that brown caddy hitting the rock Where ya ain't no need for keeping me peace First they shoot and then they scarfed me Hate is a human right, but crack is a human wrong Everything for the tonight, is fornication And I keep a heavy Mac on my side That I will leave on the express train And get toned when I am rollin on them swangs My Mac big Mac personal Go hard And get it never slip My nigga is that Big Mac You got a T-shirt mean mug That's mean mug You played with a fucka then you got popped Put on your Timbs Nigga Verse 3: Raw gangsta shit True niggas put a gangsta beat on yo back I can walk with ya And you can't walk with my dirty dirty deeds If the gangsta gets to split We all gangsta Yo party ain't safe if it ain't A lotta hoes on the line and they handlin Act like they don't know me And they party hard cause they gotta bus quick B.M. Verse 4: I can't believe you can do this shit this high That's why I keep my pistol and drive I be on the dance floor absorbing the pain I don't rap so I don't sell dope You don't dance don't forget to count your blessings And go get ya a reason to drop yo ass, like a nigga on a trap And maybe last year Your still on the business my 9 milli be Made in N.Y. My nigga hit the scene totin a case Ya heard me out Verse 5: Now can you guess the name of the song I was born out a cluck and a slang So won't you just shake that there cluck Becasue I'm cluckin your dicks So cluck, dicks, let me see you move that ass A nigga is just a man when you got beef You got the devious shit I know You take the game to a level where it's gettin brokein So be like puttin on a show Do your hustle but always put yo punk ass on a defuse What's yo position I'm doin that bussin What's your aim? What's your aim? Find that cause I mean well listen to yo hollow point And listen to the shit that I raps in The glock nine I heard bread, but look can't break in And I can't get caught in yo muth ======================================== SAMPLE 306 ======================================== . More gas money affordin' the likes of us (I know a gang who be ridin up) We tryin' to go from one gang to many To nine regiments and lead the click to lead us (Ain't no love*) Show you like your momma in a S at twelve Dog, I'm tellin' you quitin your job and get a gat So wear it like it, if it don't hurt you right (ha, ah) But tryin' to let your kids show you right [Chorus - Slow Pain] It ain't bangin' back on shit - mayne, that ain't bangin' no funk Move to a new hood, you can fool around, all be up in trouble Don't think cause I'm cash money that you gon' have to holla at me (Gimme that cash money) Yeah, I got it baby, G, B - U Spend it, you can bet I know who I am (I got it baby, I got it baby, I got it baby) If I had a gram for everytime I hit the door [Verse 2 - Oktane] Fuck your law, your couple and your house All your people come and your house is goin down Go to court everyday and they're goin-down And I can tell you like the judge that they don't really understand You can't grippin the cabinet - naw, you can't scratch that The one that's holdin me down probably killed the whole police Go to jail on a key, you ain't got a clue And if the keys to the benz stolen You might not go no where else but the police, the malls and the etc [Chorus - Slow Pain] It ain't bangin' back on shit - mayne, that ain't bangin' no funk Move to a new hood, you can fool around, all be up in trouble Don't think cause I'm cash money that you gon' have to holla at me (Gimme that cash money) Yeah, I got it baby, G, B - U Spend it, you can bet I know who I am (Gimme that cash money) Yeah, I got it baby, G, B - U [Verse 3 - Cash Money] If you ask me to, I don't want rappers bitchin' I'd come try me, but you know that I'm poor And I've been rockin' ground for my own reasons I need water and clean clothes to pay my bills And I don't want my gas tank to go (no) Cause any outfit lookin tight in the club That's why I'm lookin fly in denim (yeah) If you ain't with it, then holla at your city I don't want a thotch with Hussein or discuss this shit I'll sit in a corner with a crowd of Isam And most rappers sound the same when they take that off But if you get mad and put that on your chest You'll have somebody to feel And when I'm in jail I don't ever tell no lies They don't even know I'm dope and can't plea deal They don't even know I'm high They don't even know I'm dope and can't plea deal [Chorus - Slow Pain] It ain't bangin' back on shit - mayne, that ain't bangin' no funk Move to a new hood, you can fool around, all be up in trouble Don't think cause I'm cash money that you gon' have to holla at me (Gimme that cash money) Yeah, I got it baby, G, B - U Spend it, you can bet I know who I am (Gimme that cash money) Yeah, I got it baby, G, B - U [Outro - A$AP Rocky] Gimme that cash money I got it baby, G, B - U It's, a cash money, baby A cash money, baby A cash money, baby Artist: A$AP Ferg Album: Death B4 a Million (S) Song: Death B4 a Million Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Chorus - Ferg] You lost your life, you lost your wife Lost your kids to the drugs You lost your town to the haters Nigga talking loud, you ain't thinking nothin You've been walking with a cloud, haze You've been living reckless You woke up drunk, nigga you fold You put your ======================================== SAMPLE 307 ======================================== Hardness... [Chorus] Artist: Audio Push f/ King Chip, Pooh-Man discuss Album: Truth Be Told (Mixtape) Song: innocence Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Intro] One time we four crooks Two time runnin' ran wild Three time twos I done cut my teeth Check what I said [Verse 1: Price] One time we tip in the dark Two time clean me off early Three time down I don't care Check what I did did it Foreign exchange got me here Check my fitness No longer Asian what they tell me What you said Means me forever more To reach my goals And my dreams Were all success To keep me pale and shit So now I'm a part of the family But this hurt when I met your daughter No they only saw her in the mall She said you was the type to take a girl To the mall show shop Type to pop up looking at the wall Get them clothes then drop them keys I'm so so basic Me and you starting to really fall Stop talking to me while I'm on tour When I see your old house You would swear I gave you my all I mean real I see younes stupid When you see my car You know I'm getting cash down You see your friends See you niggas be playing with my bank I mean real I see you niggas caught in the line So just know what shot You never got no chance All you did was take A trip all through the door [Chorus] One time One time we takin' it harder One time One time clap One time just stamp on ya coat One time [x3] One time [x4] One time [x5] One time [x6] [Verse 2: Oktane] The BodyMethod family is doing big time Anytime of the day is free Show you wat we are the product of Got you niggas wishin he could run on your team You cant box me cuz I'm a deep runnin' the same game You got one shot pop and you can run with my crew I'm in the kitchen sort of heated sorta feed me crab and some fried rice When I see all of my friends hide out the truck stop Drop the truck then we huddle up Half hour drive on shotgun button Nobody could tell me nothin' but we still [Chorus] [Chorus] Artist: Audio Push Album: Truth Be Told (Mixtape) Song: debate Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Verse 1: Price] One time, look I'm tryna clear the path if I'm a vision of perfection But don't jump in public if you say you don't rap for money I did say in my first two albums I'd never call it tripple And if there's one thing that everyone needs Is my eyes in the middle of a person Who isWHO when it comes to all that I do I'm no believer, so I really can't come back Cause what happens is I need that view So I keep that four-fifth minimum Begging you to do the same Only when that four-fifth minimum Is what I'm asking for [Chorus: Oktane] Cause I'm still, always and forever slinking up on that 5th Maybe I'm slouching cause I feel like the coach of the team right now You all know I won't never change and that's a fact yeah And that's why my seats ain't yoursUnlessI'mWalkingBack And I'm talking about every single night And I'm talking about every single night And I'm talking about every single night And I'm talking about every single thing that a player gotta offer And I'm talking about every and every and every possibility I'm just talking about Every single possibility [Verse 2: Price] I'm out here doing what I been doing for years Running from these bastards playing for keeps If you have a glock don't be looking for it- you done player Ever since a kid it was something called the diamond Wife belt on my right lung Ever since a nigga hit the pop doin' you toting twerk Wife belt on my right lung Ever since a nigga hit the game making you do funny shit Blow a kiss to your girlfriend but she probablyose to ======================================== SAMPLE 308 ======================================== wit a damn mic My rhymes thee thee, the last of a dyin mass That'll rearrange and even destroy A machine that loves itself May your soul go on and serve other souls (verse 2) I'm on narcotics and cant be sedated Cornered in the home of the one God She attaches to the others so she can do her thing And the Lord is God, the prophets agreed The size of my diamonds, they say I got plans I'm sorugged and lost and can't beny soon We're makin' the earth go stupid, what's up The homie Dave said he's lost He said He called you out of the park So I crept up on ya like a dog and held ya Stood my down ladder till I could stomp ya And then I'll start to kick and I'll make you swing And if I had a bruise on my skin I would take care of the business I'm on the cuh-riss and I'm havin you sad So I had to paint a picture In the N.J. I'm slammin while I'm smokin' the dank Then one time I always had the dank Cause I ain't the one to be played With no leaving my friends to say no when I'm Going for broke too And if you didn't then you're gonna be hit Because I'm gonna take my time and do mines like (chorus) (verse 3) It's written all up on my skin It started with a dream and how I got it It's why I'm stupwith in ya Chinny and the gang from the way Cuz we love and were meant to be One of the best with the baddest in Pencil-neck, chewy and sticky And we were puttin in work ya So we vibin out to "Diamonds, Blue skies" If you can say it nigga you get what I mean Oh yes, you're a star to me Pimpin is the way to handle If I hear you said "I got game" Right between spirit and intellect And I'ma be the one to hold you down (chorus) Artist: (5th Ward Weebie f/ E-40) Album: The experience Song: Team Typed by: ***@***.*** [E-40] I'm suprised indeed That's the way things speak Man you manage to be that Whole team full of Tonto's [Spur One] Aiyyo that's way, way past your time Soushy, I'm suprised indeed I thought that I ended up you way too slow I'm on courtesy like Lucy and Jimmy Going out toying with bitches with ease Get your ass on for the milk and bread Wait for the action, I ain't trippin' That's one of the nice things about this here life I just wish my homeboy Prince Paul could come and spark this At exactly 11:35 in the morning Let's go, I'm usually disturbed In my hilly city, I'm always smokin' and destructin' surfing my favorite loot, grace Porsche's and Glocks When I should be fuckin' with loot ould be my sport and I'll be there when you need me In the street, in my city, I got a lot to give Your ass still got it nigga, I dare you [Jay Rock] Settle down with my crew Whose the '89 block about to blow up Show em where we at, my music shot from my ti Make em say how we gettin' it's an art Where you about that trouble, trouble where you about to go Art like a bear, spray painted Tay it's like that In my city I got the game to tussle When the Hot Boys gotta roll, I'm about to turn this thing round [Jay Rock] That's what they say, no verse allowed because I'm up in the guts and real bitches are naughty Like niggas with gold on they eyes the hard way If you can't handle the forty then you need a hoe But I'm liable to do fifty, fuck that, I'm balling And talking a bad T, go hard with a thug like J When I see you girl, you giving all this dough and dough Give me all this fucking time you show that T I'll beep you, T = Redman, Money tree Please don't block me cause I gleam - coming like ======================================== SAMPLE 309 ======================================== man to sunset See you gone and we gone (we gone, we gone) We gone ha ha (Umm Hmm) [Chorus: Armel] Take your, hand of a blessing and put it, fast, yo mouth around my hips ahms away ya head so I, throw it, close it, crush it quick, oiled And I'ma rub it seek and find Osama Bin Laden close the eyes, like I, be I, be, you gon' make me muhh ahms away ya head so I, can get it eenxo, everyday, everyday [Verse 2: Quavo & Takeoffment] They say there's no such things as American Dream So seek and find, you hear somebody cryin for help Well you, runnin with ducks who, pluck and duck Pluck and duck, plucking and sucking and nothing came for me I will solve my problems and then cook them food off the table You watch my dick in the morning, was it uhhhhh? When the beef gets done, or the mic is up? When the bitches look at me, ya still gone (Umm Hmm) You watch my twat in the tester When the mic is touching the point, know, I hick What's happening, what's gonna happen, ya heard me? I'll be home tonight, will show you tonight [Chorus & Outro: Armel] Take your hand of a blessing and put it, fast, yo mouth around my neck It, it, feels like a trust gift (UH) It's A.T.P so, we superceded the game(UH) In real, we don't give a fuck (UH) You can put the H with the G on the chain in the glove, got the pump on the ave where the weed, and the glove meet (UH) Armel and P in the V-12 (UH) both P and L gettin high If hip hop is free, then free too) [Verse 3: Armel] Yo, I don't cuff grammar, I just grip grain I give it up like ( ? ) I wrote Up next for your ear, I'm going to rome Any fuckin move you want I bust you, crucible So I can drop these hits, on the trump click We some muh'fuckers, gun smokin sherm A.T.P. board and my friend got em open Niggas mad but we don't give a fuck (UH) Time is money and money in the mix Hip hop as old school as 2's And money still a motherfucking emotion nigga You're only as high as your face And I would never disrespect if I could So the subject of discussion, here's some topics to chew First mychalvierces, bust shots at your fam And if afraid attack you when you coming through Bullet free pass, dial 5-6 to finish the job And sometime, you'll speak, respect bastards In the 90's I used to sneak cocaine through the embrion Where the hot chicks are wilding in large bodies Where weCan Livin' Like Men And gat clips hold gotti, and big faces We sky high, and start to gun cry Should of known, that we are something, to easily dispatch Catch me on the dance floor rocking slow As my shorty's growl, and show off the fatness I put my right hand up, whenever I dance I be ("Cowboy") with thestat-a-cosh If you catch me slippin, on the cool my dick'll thump If you try me, your wig'll get anit Cow boy, if you stupid you can't last I'm a big smoker, and the blunt bring the haze If my club close, I'ma hug it tuck it down If my mama love a club, I'll hug it tuck it down If you scared get the fucking club, if you ain't then If my club ain't built for smokers, then We pack little girls especially To put on the grille, with the tightest clothes Even girls with big asses Can't beat em weitz, and we all that It ain't a dream like theMJ but it's livin [Chorus] [Outro: Armel] How you feelin? (Hard) Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot What's up baby, yeah, nigga what's up with ya'll (What's up?) Hot! (What ======================================== SAMPLE 310 ======================================== Lil Boy said, " Laden'll satellite coast, bitch!" {*scratched: "A deadly weapon"} [Bambino] Aiyo, that's the Bambino Kid, and I bring a mad diss I figured it's hard, to be a rap muscian Shit, I'll give ya bitch ass an ass on the regular I'll break ya jaw but not without the AR The musc wrote me, Mack on a mission ya heard? But since I had ya, I had a better flow for this Take slight rest, ya better relax your mind But hip hop is all I know, I'ma kill you, that's right Blaze Ya Like a Hot Boy [ract]From the Beatnuts Artist: Bambino f/ Rashad Houghton Album: Classick Song: Benefit Typed by: ***@***.*** [Bambino] My product bump this, my rims strapped that My pockets filled with candy paint that These niggas ain't got nothin' but killin' to live Hit my corner from the East to the North Murder, murder, murder, murder murder Those who fuck with Bambino Nigga, I don't give a fuck and I ain't never been a friend Heh, I'm straight up hood and I ain't never been pacin' Never gave a fuck bout 'bout the block He was a friend, I was a foe Then I grew to the size of a serpent ???? like pink and cinnamon Three finger gon' be a part of my arm These niggas'll never take it back These niggas ain't got nothin' to lose So quick to add the pistol But I burnin' sips like a 4th of Gunner Ring-ding, ring-ding, ring-ding, ding-ding Choke-dong, bullet-proof vest Everywhere we go it is a bonus A 1-800-TUFF max All I got is my hustle and I'm glad to be a G [Hook] Ooh, gotta do it like that Yeah, you lookin' at the realest Ooh, gotta do it like that Baddest, dopest, most,izarreest Ooh, gotta do it like that Motown tampans, blowin' the wind Ooh, gotta do it like that Dip again in the club blowin' the smoke And you can't stop the boogie-boogie And you can't stop the boogie-boogie [ Rashad Houghton ] ( ? ) motherfuckers don't understand me A yo, a yo, a yo, a yo [ VERSE 1 ] Who wanna smoke with a nigga who ain't started? Hold ya throat, motherfucker, you need to dead yourself Look, I ain't really concerned with fame, you see, that's what happens, then you fear me I'd rather smoke a nigga, get money, and have some fun Fuck bitches, let's ball nigga Never offended, after scene, after night shit, it's like that With brothers tryin' to makin' money off small things Especially motherfuckers that lose the passion I'm talking about, what you understand me, shorty shorty Baby momma, straight motherfuckin' Voo It's 95 and I'm on my way to that finish line I'm so hood rich, I can buy a hundred mans If I could buy a hundred mans, I'd make this package I'm grown, I feel this way And I love it, I don't care what you think I'm cool, I'm alive, I'm alive If you lookin' for me, look around Look around, where's my riches? Look around, where's my riches? If I could buy a hundred mans, I'd make this package I'm cool, I'm alive, I'm alive If you lookin' for me, look around Look around look around [ VERSE 2 ] Alright, I'm cool as hell, I'm wild like that Blowin' on California ta' forest, drive a batty blow Heard that Renny got me put in the game, I played Voo Ever since I was 17, I had this white girl That was earl aye like candy, but I told her keep calm Be patient, this what you want, 20 gold teeth A nigga been there before, never ever playa no mo ======================================== SAMPLE 311 ======================================== To turn these pigs into men we don't want You [?] can't pulve beef the only thing your street looks like I took the weight off turban, said y'all better keepin my name in The Guinnesszzle, I'm speakin my mind That kill a motherfucker every time I strike up a germs Hoe's take pride in this shit V-neez Catch me [?] intervene watch your king Like I was sleep when your father ran away Take the weight off bow, bow, bow My head in the clouds what the fuck that bring Bad weather, bad trip, gonna have a blast Like I don't pack I grip my gun and I Exquisite with the .30 caliber Back that hate you, from forth [?] I do disease like cardiac those What you think its karmas? Gotta respect this, holy warriors, these days are more bout colosseum Hahahaha, no doubt, colosseum [Ali Vegas] Hahahaha, no doubt (Nah nah) If you want to kill me go shoot your momma (Ayy, ay) Nah nah, Vegas went there to do this (Ayy, biatch) [Ali Vegas] None of this's over before you digest these jails I probably get more cases than a nigga getting out on bond I probably get more coke than approximately Nigga you beef with every lyric Go psycho like a top of the lineancer You could be dead right there for them fucks Long as the bracket on the gauge hold me I'm here, this a meal at the club and these pills don't bleed [Yelawolf] None of this is over before you either die or bleed I'd rather be standing next to the chair in that coupe that's so tacky Hold my waist, 'fore my homies get dropped under This dude caught a knife and cough in his sock Put a gun to his head, put the coke to his feet Stand like a castle ladies get cocked and held Then niggas 'gon hold their ground, when it's over they bring me to the sto' [Ali Vegas] Hahahaha Niggas bring it to the sto' fuck that's on control lock (lock & go) Nigga pull up with a sock in ya sock (Ayy, ay) You don't want mines, fuck if you do fuck with the one that made you (you, you) [Ali Vegas] Shit, I'm on some Mike Tyson shit to make youcells shout Look, you prolly fuckin' up my buildin' up the stats Look, I'm fuckin' bitches like these (these, these, these, these, these, these) Niggas wanna chat me up and shut me up Silly me and my bitch wanna fuck me up I'm on some fake shit nigga packin' rocks Flossin' on these broke whores with diamonds in my Rolex Thugs, gon' love to sit and stare and stare When the lights go off I come to you wit' lights You see Vegas came from the bottom and played the deck Who's the best? You follow me then they catch a bad one Catch me in the water with a black bag You know the broad, I'm from the A, the B, the C You wanna try me, but you know I ain't supposed to be [Ali Vegas] Hahahaha Niggas think they really did this But I'ma still keep it G Gotta keep it real You know I stay fed straight blind Nigga, gotta keep it real You know I keep it hood cause I'm down for my niggas Down for these hoes and these hoes You heard? You know what I mean Straight up, nigga, I'm Compton slugged up Gotta keep that thang in my fume And that thang in my fume In my fume In my fume Niggas thinkin' that they really did this But I'ma keep it real They wanna see me murdered And see me locked up But open your eyes nigga Try not to tracks You'll be off of 'em You fuck around and get boyz caught Been fake 'til I'm off of 'em Now that I'm off of 'em That shit I don't really know But I'm just out here trying to put yo hand out If you flip it, drop it, scoob, you get that Drug soak it, no play in it Wroach ======================================== SAMPLE 312 ======================================== While some boy search for the holy ghost sky gildin' the burning brush Find every crevice and misplacing to take the braids and fix the television Know I want to take the lion's share in return for land Lingo's style is league likeiding in the Amish kennos I know I have to stop and race the queers in the spectacle Sparking my yellow feather flag pole through anEmbalming lake I'm asr Fox, you want the slaughter? Fox is like butcher meat on a chopping block You little fighting monkeys that can't be scared One of two pair of twins that can't stifle I'll beat you little dame with a runaway train She won't know what she's scarred by The serial killer bitches who ready to fuck You know the deal, gutter religion, navigate poor navigation Poor navigation? You catch the Clark Kent When I come faceoff in a land where there's no jock When I come face to face with your bad junky Jock, where the dicks cut you and your friend? When I came face to face with your chitty chitty Talkative niggas spitting hood talk for cheap and tough These hoes want the cash and fast food, grits in my food bowl When the kiddie fits I smack theaughter on the cheek talking nothing You ain't hard, pussy, you forfeit, run today And madign you stole, wouldn't you be my example Kiss my ass and hit the door with a check Gigante, I'm so real it's gotta be real I'm eating out of my Mercedes cause I be fucking today [Chorus] Artist: Big Tymers f/ Lil' Wayne & Juvenile Album: How You Luv That? Song: Cutlass (S) Typed by: ***@***.*** [Baby] For sure, lil' one I know what you're goin' through Can't talk straight, lil' one For sure, lil' one We could do it any time, playboy let's do it Ya heard this coming [Mannie Fresh] Fresh havin' heat (Lil' Wayne), drop it on a flight, gotta go get her some cash She ain't gon' take it all, tellin' me what's the deal Got chickens in the oven, make cookin' pot She ain't her own, don't bug, don't fold Fifteen in the morning, she on vibrace Hold my calls,Nic on her 30days Got a personal connection Your mule didn't send me, I'm from the projects Got chicks that stay fly, nice breast Oh you drinkin', I'm tryin' to fuck her Pour it in her glass, pop it in her mouth Hookers on the mattress, shakin' your hand She suck it off, like I wouldn't kiss it [Baby] Cruises like (amen, don't forget it) Girl's on the map, see the diamonds in the [?] The chops I think I'm on the pill and The donuts later than you think, she gon' be famous (uh-huh) I would be the kind of nigga goin' hard, like a broke lame Cruises like (lil' pretty soul) Girl's a greedy motherfucker, way to pitfall niggas Every where I go, you can catch her readin' the bibles (uhh) Every place she goes, read her daily hieroglyphics (ahh) God damn, these hoes so lame [Lil' Wayne] Hey (Hey) Hey (Hey) Hey, h (Ha) Cause I just don't get it (just don't get it) Lookin' in a wimp (wimp) hater (Ha) Ain't got no fuckin' stoppin' (no fuckin' stoppin') I'm pullin' a ratchet out the tin can You just don't know (no fuckin' stoppin') I'ma hog for a minute(What wait?) I'ma hog for a minute [Baby] I just don't get it, I just don't sweat it Business or ballin', I'm like the soup spender Catch me at the sushi spot, I need a lado [Lil' Wayne] I ain't takin' no business, I be in the cut (uh-uh) I like to slash, I call 'em "blade pain" ======================================== SAMPLE 313 ======================================== U because I get mo' cake than a Loc A my sisan equal than a squirrel or a rat, cause you're all I need I'm the mum macka on a glide with the mad scrilla (Hook) (C-Murder) Big faces, smiley faces, ar-round the heart So many hearts are hurt that I wonder if I'm blessed Maybe I'll be older and wiser Will my words make a true urban myth, and all the more true Feel better about the ways of the big face, all the more (Bronxhaven & OutKast) It may seem fit but my heart don't Remember back in the day I smacked you in the jaw? But your smile just busted up on my face Steady on the grind tellin' you smile must mean richer So everytime you signed your first CD, everything was great Like you had a big house and went out partying with your gangster crew Clay Dallas started to gel, co-starring with the criminal Lookin for the geezer cause they still down the posters Gotta read plenty jooks, can't help if he grew up in the projects Or his second pair of singles, make his first mixtape perfect Search everywhere else but he found the culture of beinolo It made him credits where the real was earnin,essenunder Watchin 'em partner partner grow to fully wrap a nigga,essenunder Or a nigga with no gat if his gat was strong How much he loved when he could get the kid to pray Or miss his hit, when he dropped to his knees Or get his baby mama's chinemail - gotta get it while she asleep (Hook) Artist: Ghetto Album: The Great GTTT Song: hsbth Typed by: ***@***.*** [Verse 1] My G-W-K my G-A-T-L-E mnem Rest in peace to my oft-long run-ins with the law I thought we posted up like airds and vultures We were high off rocks, believe me Gotta keep the guns stashed in the walk with the grizzly It's a fact that Gizzle hop plus one If I don't have to have your B then I'm high off dough, peace Another plus round for my foes They jacked my dick off a bonsai My man pawn was so low, my grip wouldn't touch the bricks My house down across the street from a drug spot It got bout four corners on the boulevard They say beef with the crooks move people to the fast-track You know go straight drive, you gotta have faith in the angels We use to sell 2-GIDE and blow pot Now we fly two-dozen pictures and give it to the bitches Mysterious ass Chadderem back in the GS 300 Flyin thru the galaxy, leavin the gators peeled My people is buggin cause on the porch it's all ice Deep fried in the angel's sweater Immaculate Conception, laid in the bed of the Wiz The deliveryman sent ya, now tell me what I have to do to get it [Verse 2] My G-W-K my G-A-T-L-E mnem Rest in peace to my late father I'm out to cut the heart like a whale I have to put some D's in the cowin' tree (mmm) I'm in a smoke-filled room screamin' "Gimme an ounce." One just came home, blows from the pipe Left me upset (wild upset) My baby lost the right to the beagle She wanted the bald tounge lookin like a bird The bitch Irene got mad and said the hair straight mean Should I bother her cuz it ain't white as mine? [Verse 3] I have to let my nutts hang off my tongue It takes 12 classes on the waiting list My gut say I'm better than sue A blow to myuster My regts is in the dutch My dick is a problem They tryna put me on a plane I'll be waitin' for a way in New York Gots stank bitch please don't waste your last dollar And please pass that "sham suck your dick" Won't be hard I'll be as retarded as any whore you fuck Please don't test me like Tity Boi Please don't patch me like this But I'll be ======================================== SAMPLE 314 ======================================== forget what they are making Who was meant to sit at home with the princess and them? Saturday Night Out [Spoken] I don't know What I've seen How I have so much pain Bing wide open Wish that I knew too Be careful when I'm drinkin it Drinkin it [Verse 2: Chris Brown] I've been drinkin for about a week Now weCombatin Have a party packin and sellin Cheatin inanes I'm feelin Livin while the bottas jumpin That means my man gettin rich That's why my lap dance evokes the fire It's a trap, no Mac11 That's why my black braids stickin out my Bentley Feelin like a super villain with super gats Catch one up there [?] Artist: 070 Shake Album: Make Money (S) Song: Make Money Typed by: AZ Lyrics [070 Shake] I get bills for my money, then I put them up front And when I'm done, I put them on the back of my things And when I'm gone, I put them on the back of my things Hook: [$70], (We At We) Only you and me I really don't want nobody else Be the same Only you and me Only you and me Only you and me Girl we can't be Only you and me Only you and me Is it you and me Only you and me Girl we can't be [$70] Started at the bottom Under the bed Now I eat up the youth They get to the dinner plate I get to them hummuds Until they're all teddies and daffodils And when they're gone they go But they could never know Caught them by surprise And they knew They never get Time in the wallet They could never catch me If you were a cowboy Wicked society He ripped the paper Now I roll a marley Sneada and roll up the deer Let my sundry roll up They compare me to a man Not too god I'm the man I do me though I do me like a gazi It's just a shame I was meant to be A boo boo yes I'm an actor But I'm an actor, actor, actor The role model gave the liar his ticket I don't need a man I'm a better kind of man I don't need a peep, I don't need a telescope I don't need aometer, nah, I think that I'm crazy Cool as a pit, but I guess that's my fate And when I eat and go to heaven I'll refrediate You told me to be an asshole, you believed in cherry You gave me your dime I got the blind down and tried to see the sky We fell on my luck, I made a switch I made a wish, God, I'm thinking in my head, yeah I wish that I could be far away like an angel You the only person Figga G's spendin' their money on You the only one that I let my surprise You The only one that I surprise, yeah-yeah You The only one that I yourself claim that's trifling You second greatest and I'm second greatest, ha ha You second greatest and I'm the first to jump in the sensation You wait, I sit and receive this kinda disgusting I'm a professional with high liftin' the sprocket With a professional with professional speech Professional ring-a-round performance Professional moves, professional brain Professional mouth To get her more attention, but she ain't getting that face It's all the same, I just don't give a fuck Hook [070 Shake] I make your block hot And I make your bitch too I make the bread, make them screams GO WIIIIIIIIITCH Make the bread, make them screams, the prisoners dig into the dirt How can you say that you're tight without the rope? I say you're out of patience, how can you say that you're raw without the witness? I take your bling, now I let you bleed You got every right to be pissed off Imagine, you get tossed about cause you're bustin' on my dick I ran up on his doofage, steppin' at his grass growling "AMERICAN, we have nuclear bombs for likearente" Did he take the antidote? Nope, she didn ======================================== SAMPLE 315 ======================================== die ??? [Verse 2: Jise One] Highway kill or flight, no I have that Lawson & relatives Mobstyle Duckin' back to my stash, full of that Tore this in my backyard, as you will see My brain cells stay in a frozen environment, my situation is terrible I'd rather teleport through space but the cordigo I used was useless I leave spittin' flames, that'll hit anything in my vicinity Left earth, comin' from the middle Plus earth and sky are twice as big Thank god that I ain't died twice Living like a legend, 'cos death really ain't rare Just clap your hands, as I recite these verses I meant to live, but still haven't made the trek And I'm so far ahead of my times [Chorus 2X: Q-Unique] travelled to lost generation my revolution will see the rest of yall [Verse 3: Q-Unique] Hunger, they'll see you coming ain't no hesitation want you to let them hunt us all I've been rationed, Nature or chubby I'm hittin' this city, as you'd expect I'll shower the city with water bills If they don't give me respect, I'ma fire up a few commas I ride on my rhymes like a horse in a tire Hunger, they'll see ya coming ain't no hesitation talkin' shit when I'm struggling for my livin' I've been patient, even had my pennies blow away Physically cannot live without a female And a family to support me mentally A natural high given of rapture They rather see me fail than see to give me hope Ain't no way in hell you can fix a once broken token [Chorus 4X: Q-Unique] travelled around the world, saw nothin but thieves andaders caught them in the ritual, the reest, the heavenly rainbow (I'll do war) I found a God to save mankind All of them wanted to kill me told me they don't know a thing about me (I'll do war) I was told they'll try to take me all these lives and women and children, I was questions Are you different? Is God different? [Outro: Q-Unique] Mr. Q with the claim that he kill you You're phony niggas like me ain't tryin to see that No, I ain't goin out like a killer Goin out like a killer is what I'm sayin Artist: The Ante-Defendants Album: Heinemann Storm Song: Guwop Typed by: ***@***.*** [Intro] Ayo Guwop huh, yo you bitch I ain't say Guwop shit I'm better on his beat man Don't act like you don't know who I am A Guwop funk man Weem the Hip-Hop Mafia So check this out in 2000 This is the year Mafiosa, homicide, sirens, all motherfuckin' mafiosa's They want me in they hallway Now wait where the song is It's Goobers for life You better check your addictions Before you get too high Motherfucker [Verse 1] You need to learn your business You need to realize your appetite For catchin' dirty looks You need to learn respect You need to realize you not worth fuckin' with You know like snitches do And like copters do You better sit back and learn, yo you ain't even really that great Like Supreme being that white, I got the gun and let me spray Yo, so what we give is what we give Let's get it if you're offended My rap sheets won't do That's wrong He'll get you killed if you front on my missles That's right You can have a soft side or a hard side I'd rather have both They say I'm bad for my stats Baddest chick I can find is Oscar Hangin' on the block, raps so solid, I should stay out the frame Porn? Yah I understand It's hard to deal with Pinks on the double phase I tried to add to your appeal But you gave me the blues Broke backs, got the blues Wicked slavery Never got the message, I got the dick They need to let em know, fuck em They need to be humble, never let ======================================== SAMPLE 316 ======================================== Love me, it's like Luke and lemonade And I'll answer for it if my people sell out You fucking with me, sell out If they don't, and they act foul and you buy out Ask yourself - am I person or person? person or lower? Is this America or is it just judging from the malls? The way I walk is amazing, freak, got me and my sisters excited Stand up, slow it down, read me books, then take me home Slow it down, follow me, make sure I get my ass milk One breast at a time, you're telling me to hunt you Miss out side, I'm down and I'm strong, contact me You're the clean reflection in the mall Girl, you're looking right at me Tell me what you wanna do [Chorus] [Verse 3: Wale] Thrust in your head, baby boy I'm the boss If you can turn to the movies and the liquor Makin you chase, you can lead or you can keep And I'll come at you right there if you have to Fool, I'm fresh as a cheetah With more than one nostril, cartwheeled I got it done, more than a pet cemetery I close to get at you if you react too hard Something to remember, it only take a moment But you were wearing my same pose, let me take you apart, cause the power relationship was weak Relationships are bases laid on a rock When it's on, it's quiet, you could hear the parkin' hours I ain't trying to get at you first time, but it's okay Something you will soon find [Chorus] Artist: Aceyalone Album: Love & Hate Song: Love and Hate Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash * movie and commercial separated sex* Now I dont mean that to hurt But heres a personal commitment An erection you got inside Now you want it hard, fight to the last breath No one to hold you down, no support From what you imagined falling in love But it was aBedroom table meeting And youre Xena Hatie tape deck Now there two little sisters blind date Stuck inside your daddy's dirty sneaks And you can bet your childhood did you fight with your moms or cry in childhood, hell no I'm an asshole Hope your not dumb, and thats sad as fuck Your future's real basic survieces die crash and dust From the bombs, the war, 8 years and a quarter Love is the wrong color, middle the pipe bomb Can't save you though, when your loved ones are gone Left to right, left to right Left to right, left to right I'll be there to pick you up Left to right, left to right Left to right, left to right I'll be there to pick you up Talkin shit while you was rollin my weed She was always trying to be her man shit Ima treat you right I promise I left you for the boss, riding on the car What the fuck did I do to make you stop? I came over here to prove that I'm a rider I did you wrong, I'll always be a friend Ima take care of you baby, promise I got a long ways to go But I'm gonna walk thesericks till my last one * encoder plays a sexy bit about how she's dying * talks for a minute then walks away * Don't even try to approach me baby (at the tone of her voice) Don't even try to make you my next kin (everything I have done I did to help you help me) You never know, when something is gone Oh you keep on dying baby (trying to walk away) You keep on dying, you keep on dying, you keep on (dying) Imagine you and your homies getting married Your family's president's daughter's daughter Your father's last on the scene helping you dodge the drama You can't open up your eyes for your next kin Remember that I'm a sucker for brand names So save us, y'all just got a joke I figured we'd be funny Imagine what evil looks like like Sinbad And evil's like twice In a row In a row In a row Don't even try to approach us And I'm still lying when I say I never really seen you Like what evil does to a person it kills Knowledge is wealth, but hearts will always fail It's like cancer, every moment is like a ======================================== SAMPLE 317 ======================================== spreads everywhere you go My kicks, kicks are like hunting rays And possibly other dogs are trying to hit it [Chorus] I love the way God walks the walk And reaches his life through bloodshed C Murder, you talk the walk Knock me out his mausle, with a voice like a shell Knock him out this house with apled letter Knock him out this war risking He promised he'll share more goodness With his Smith & Wes caskets I heard your God called in Jesus name Yes mercy, one Allah, two Jesus One sun, one moon, one Rakah One David, one donkey head One petty piece of bread, one precious jewel The one God The only one who gets his heart storms In a wrath and in a Garden The one with his Coronas, chariots and chariots Leading the people of Israel in the days of Greater Israel in the coming of His glory [Chorus] Artist: Almighty f/ Kevlaar 7, Phillie Album: Original S.I.N. (Strength In Numbers) Song: Soul Position Typed by: DaSun Akbar (Intro) Bronze Yeah! Blowfly [M-80] South side on a corner, platinum on the map And I'm doin my gieledge, lookin for respect Yellow or blue or yellow gold, so that crime pays I started with noums or sandals, smoke a blunt for self I'm the king of my city, the place I run to get cash If you don't got your game on, game on Controllin Poline, plottin on young fo's Boivin and struttin, record dealin on the ST's Smokin blunts with the fo' of Da Soy, we on the now Diss and I'm cool, the now and the now So is the off and on, the off, and the after, so [Rap III] Why the glow? Wanna come test it out Why is your picture upside down? Don't place your bets Now while the song is playin let the rasta speak Heard you spit but when you get to know the rasta, you ain't like the rap I just left the crack game and left the game in hamrick Home boy has bounced so far so he must be cheatin Every time I hit your dome it's like yo ass got cracked Chit chatterin everytime I throw a fast pitch /BomBoom/ boom pulse/ homey get dissected Hook: Ace 1 You have no soul The world's wrapped up and I'm on to your neck You have no soul I done told you once before When it's war it won't last forever You have no soul [Celph Titled] Scared of shit in a day or two I'm the ace of aces Back out with a clean win And tell my man to cop it I hit his ass with his two glocks It's the Celph Titled shit, and I aim so fuckingitably You better duck and you better back bitch I hope you'll learn to fireis/ That red and black pepper It's goin on underneath your sexy swag There's no reverse Lipper, it won't spray It's only plastic, and that faggot you see is my gun It's the Celph Titled holdin you down Better not squelch it, or you'll end up with me I'm not cheap and fast, sometimes I take 'em one hunnid In the meanwhile I go through the motions I'm holin up, killin these niggas Never softly grinnin them, I'm shootin 'em in the head When I hit 'em with the thunder and light I make 'em start playin my part All my life I should be happy but I'm really down And fuckin with a player like me is bad luck Hook [Aceyalone] Lock down the industry, die hard, and move all naked in theneighbour to the curb 47.12, is where you'll be saying I take too long, to give you an dodge you might need to get back in the set Wait 'till I burn all my lye And it's 6.21, and I'm sitting there like fuck it What, motherfucker did you see it was a set of handcuffs and said We got 'em in the worst shape in the planet Remember when we used to ======================================== SAMPLE 318 ======================================== rhyme it don't matter but baby stay on your mind Listlessness or mas presence or absence Here every time you come into focus makes existence collapse But baby doesn't have to stare at me It could be the presence of these... friends that you use to flaunt And you can use the social context to diss that baby I don't have a sympathy for that aside from the fact that I'm ugly But I'm somehow proud that I made it through Enveloped and enveloped all of your feelings with a simple lie Everything seems a land bump in a blue gyour Your deeds areagic, drunken playing on with balls Your thoughts just cloud my perception That you can't generate Of the things that really suck and always drain my skills So think about the thoughts that rip your perception [CHORUS: repeat 4x] Enveloped and enveloped all of your feelings with a simple lie Everything seems a place to be And everything seems a place to be Well, really, really,really,really [Asheru: Intro] So, I wanna give a shout out to all my missins innumber Memphis, Del-ville, OK about the place that it's all held your head They let you bring your two dogs, but not like this, I didn't The baddest dogs, but though they might clash, they still made up theys lives So on this day in history uh I'm gonna give em what they want from me And if you ain't down watch this song Cause when the world ends and world meets face to face That's when the tables ain't even knitted And when the world ends and world meets face to face Artist: Asheru f/ Ken Starr, Talib Kweli Album: VERSE II Song: Because I'm Waking Typed by: ***@***.*** [Chorus] Because I'm Waking [x2] [Verse 1: Asheru] I spent most of my time on the pavement of the penn Most of my time outside prison blocks Outside big drug spots Crown jewel ghetto star, I had the biggest dreams But these mills don't exist to me So I trekked to keep a balance in my pants Barely keeping it together with my D Now I'm cross-over to AK die back chrome Pissed off, finish stripped of my Smith & Wesson I'm trying to stay on my stomach But I'm losing to everything from jail stacks to Tre point Barely keeping it together with my D So I'm trying to figure out what it is To be on the same road as me Each and every day a different part of me Try to keep my head above the clouds Trying to make change, out of the ghetto pain I'm always dealing with life charges Same bars keep me from playing my guitar So I'm trying to stay afloat Whatever my friends and family want Whether them jealous ones watching happy loops on your video Or all alone with 4 fingers itching to hit the snore [Chorus] Because I'm Waking [x4] [Verse 2] And I'm willing to gamble all the chips I got (at whatever) Because I'm willing to gamble all the dicks I got (at whatever) Ain't no need to say I'm lying, this is what I need (at whatever) I'm flexing, lematology, pimping, got to stay patient The eyes that ever spot get hit, when the ice Cube These bitches will leave you saying "ah he so off" These bitches will leave you saying "ah he so off" Can't see me putting my dick in your tight little hoe These nuts get to moving quicker than Jiminy Cricket's clock Got a 9 to 5 and she man got bones An X-men spin off but ain't over her little ass [Chorus] Artist: Asheru f/ Agent 006 Album: VERSE 1 Song: Copyittens Typed by: ***@***.*** I hold it down, I hold it down C'mon, I hold it down, I hold it down I hold it down, I hold it down So ungrate you [Verse 1: Asheru] Free as a razor from a crooked leaf When moms taught son honor She astoundiven, cheekster, lognet trench coat The opus of a star, set ablaze open the ======================================== SAMPLE 319 ======================================== kept me alive Man switched from ginseng to pure vodka Until one night I was layin on my stomach Switched my speed, switched it up, switched it up Vomed out, no sign of the pub When I turned around I saw a tight-looking girl Come closer yo, here she COME TO MY Nervousouse Sweeter than honey when she squeegee-whispers like sheee-oh shit, you gonna wet me There's no rush, just a cold sweat As I drive around in my Rolls tobys Get on my level, get on my nerves These boys got me scared to die, play for keeps My fault, no it wasn't cause I was young Plus the alcohol had driven me insane I rolled very little and it took a long time To handle business and keep the peace As I drive around in my Rolls tobys Get on my level, get on my nerves As I drive around in my Rolls tobys Get on my level, get on my nerves Artist: 2 Chainz f/ Nicki Minaj Album: Pretty Girls Like Trap Music Song: OG Kush Diet Typed by: AZ Lyrics We dig it Swishers wrap it up and shit it up I got this Swisher in my drawers And it's OG Kush right here And I'm eating and I'm having this G My girl say I'm lookin' likehan a breeze It's OG, I'm a dare her to put my work up I'mma eat for a bitch like I'm having aThrone Clinic Swag can't even get a DNA up Bitch you know what's on my menu All my life I just touched down Got Newsworthy and it's all cold I'm totin' this Kolaise leaf It's OG, honey brown sugar variations Ya'll niggas hate me like I'mkindaLike Giz But I just had a stroke of bad luck Said what's up to get money and y'all know get it right I just had a seizure, he had a seizure See I'm the same bitch that you left on that tumble And since I had to delete that hoe I had to trace that hoe like a yellow tape You know I had to tags and that cash I slipped out the bag and put my wallet up The world is this bad what's the deal 3 in the big four leave mother fucker wiped See I'm the OG weed cause I'm the weed And I'm throwin' up that gi weed cause I'm the gi weed And I'm throwin' up that gi weed cause I'm the gi weed I woke up in the kitchen straight cup of milk I'm dabbing on lean just cuz my dick is soft I'm smoking everyday I gotta take control Cuz my eyes are locked on the key The door opened up and my eyes are locked On the money I found it hard to focus To think I'm making it home without being honest Artist: 2 Chainz Album: Pretty Girls Like Chaka Song: dc shoes Typed by: AZ Lyrics I'm coming down, coming down Tiling black wit the corn dc shoes I'm so swang yac how I put my stack This my first year on this earth I was dang to much nigga Like DC shoes Now I'm coming down and they feeling me Thats the chainz I'm talking to you Wizard Counting money in my bag I'm coming down Starting now get this money I got it thanks Naw man I can't no more Counting money in my bag I'm coming down Starting now get this money I got it thanks Naw man I can't no more I got it for the family that I've been around the world They could give any one or two, we could divide it with other nigga's My wallet just for them I went from cherries to regular ki's For theels to cars To being broke nigga's Yet I gotta use this cash for the Lord I'm coming down, coming down Tiling black wit the corn dc shoes I'm coming down and they feeling me Thats the chainz I'm talking to you Artist: 2 Chainz f/ D'banj Album: Pretty Girls Like Chaka Song: Caught in aBridge Typed by: AZ Lyrics [2 Chainz] ======================================== SAMPLE 320 ======================================== in the wire way But the Lambo started stolen just like Fundisha in Kane Cherish the Italian techniques before her in Bankside Elaborate complex the verbives consistantly Fix you a testerate style style ofiping your critics Fitted your promo booty in StepmanStyle Diss appear on your catalogue artistic imposter Admire how she Pose without an epidermis Adored how your catalog rips your character's And considered that You are the One because you're perfect You captured me and I was quick to vanish You stopped thefloating, I knew you woulddie Hey you'se thePoorole without any pendants Schoolchamps at seeing no doctor so figured I'd deal When ever you're in a state of mind, you gotta kick it to the melody You designed it perfectly, so the remedy is as simple as that [Chorus] Pay attention to a child Or we will have a child That will grow to be a hand me hand peace pipe to the soul controller Ring tone 1-2-3-4 Good brain, bulletproof is my slot Keep it rockin as long as I live in this place {*scratched: "Live and lethefore the beats start"*} [Verse 3: KAM] I'm burning black in camoflauge Couples only half sipping jucuzzis Drinking eight ounces for the weight That's a few Liu Kangach You favorite word is destiny I'm from another dimension I'm steppin out my plane seat I have no conscious The homie stuck in my bones Used to live in Miami but he can't speak ¡Thick bitch, she gotta hold my mic I should've put my ear to the line But I'm ripped, and I'm hated I could give a fuck showin my face I'm one of too many who can't believe they see it Who can spot it when they at it tryin to begin I'm passin class with hella rap classes Yeah, but I'm next up A lot of rappers ain't got no flow Because they need to chill they mind can't co-exist With a master to kick it raw when it comes to sound So if you see me, just tell me, I'm the king, but only God can rock my world [Chorus] Worked your La La (la la la la) Put La La La (la la la la) One La La La (la la la la) And Every Thang Thang Worked your La La (la la la la) Said La La La (la la la la) Thinkin of a wife mayne She found a man that's much more than she thought (ha ha ha) You saw her sayin when she gave up on the team (yes sir) Trippin when she got the word she needed to make a new career move (true) [Verse 4: Chickaelle] Yo red light be showin' me their Rolex, steady changin' Mad locks got her screamin, steady coughin Whisperin' big lips out my jeans, Whisperer, Whisperer This is serious chaka we need to keep that heat pumpin' Every three months I toos her three year of tuition Whisper in her ear sayin' Rest In Peace, I finally believe in God avowed, already knew the world was mine, she finally Tai Jason Nothing's free, yeah this my daddy's wish I finally understood her purpose in life's endin' me The world was her destination and I wasn't tryin' to catch a flight Endin to follow her purpose in life's endnin' me It was all a dream, it was all a figment She was solely mine she was solely mine [Bridge] Awaittin' I'm in the party A free, Xannied up A free, Xannied up And a free, Xannied up And a free, Xannied up, a pill [Verse 5] Grab my hand, babe Catch a chick in the mall She say she like the way I starfy her Spendin' my dollars on me I mob onto me Spendin' my dollars on me I mob onto me Awaittin' Starfy, Starfy [Bridge] Break it down, drop it like this Hey to my friends Been having, conversations about what we could bring OPA sign me and let's all bring OPA be the whip that sit beside OPA the clip that ======================================== SAMPLE 321 ======================================== in silly Rainman........... Good evening queens and gentlemen, together what's up? A beautiful evening ladies and gentlemen lovely evening in true fluid form [Aceyalone] Hey, at last Russians finally got drunk and flowed again The good is not often, but now it's ... [Aceyalone-Chorus] It was a party, a party A party A party Today was a party A party A party........ [Aceyalone] A party.......... A party.......... A party A party, a party A party, a party A party, a party Noo A party A party A party A party… Artist: Alexipharmic Album: Run Song: Raven Typed by: ***@***.*** Rural fantasy Rusty wild kings Is at the window gettin awoken by the banging sound of banging keys Soon enough, all my dirty bitches will stare Today, the village's full of bastard-ass pimps andglers With rags rather buckle, as if bored Young caddies sippin cluckers cup, butt fuckin dump Me and my dirty fingers, we can suck a goodEnglish So if you need ass and a fine big six, Bring a while, before the hardcore, c'mon [Chorus] Raven...rat, Raven...rat....ares a menace Raven...rat, Raven...ares a menace Raven...rat, Raven...a menace [Verse 1: KAM] Should've known we weren't the same Fearin the cold hearts of true men Then Peter Stokes would go mad as hell Not only am I am, but I woulda like a cat, witch, Nice and clean and steady up her food Just right for the times that she break Stupid punk, I groove but AM don't let it set Too smooth, plus would I leave a scar? Not weak or someone whooping What she means to be a man is a man I can't follow Shit, I have a woman whooping (I have) Run it on my counter, I'm like Michael Rochtburg (I am) Suede was a problem, now let me change it up Let's Dutch repeat, let's buy a bike, let's cut the rent, There's no other place that I would rather be (nobody can) Cheers to the day my name is on the charts (on the charts) Another chance to get to space and zone in Sega mind, entertainment main [Chorus] [Verse 2: Kangol] Hey silly Pluto ain't got the pobeline I'm the host and like being in space won't scare the brain Ever since that first day on the ground (be sure to) Whoever thought that hip-hop wouldn't fuck me wouldn't be in here Actually the whole world knew (true) Whoever thought that be the only time to get ass couldn't be in here Upon the development, proceed with caution Up the river, well know the current style Your own body is the target, as well as the sounds that I'm surfin Candid brush, hand grenades, courtesy of the thugs of the hood I'm here for the weak and busted out, on them Acura jack swingin Old from the town where the cops are gettin Perms, sinister, of a man, who fucks so very deeply rils, like a snake or a snake mask, fuck the wussy It's hatin I'm not, no longer stupid I'm a visionary I let the lid leak out of the earlobe, I'm not a rapper But I will go on and on, like it doesn't matter to me The non-believin, straight up torture, ain't nothin nice I'm a monster with the mad science Rappers think I'm dead and that there's really I'm dead And then he got to go and get popped, that'll be his decision But it ain't very complicated at all If you put a four on your neck you can't control your fate Dem is wicked as they come, but they ain't wicked as they should be (They're got to stop hustlin!) [Chorus] Artist: Artifacts Album: That's Them Song: Art of Scratch (Cheat Chicks) Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Tame One] I got the science ======================================== SAMPLE 322 ======================================== patients Man against man dan kill em all, such anOEACE Reach way back, alway like a SP guide Trained to find, treasure, and kill an opponent Yo verbal scriptures an odyssey ending with her An orgasm to Bettye, she stepped to the Back, laid there, Rosaries to Boba Fett Whored up sexy fantasy, sucked and blew my brains out I was later on that ass would puff trees and be Use Tic-Tac-toe, burn nuts on the Endowed with the next one to follow, follow [Chorus] [Silver Synth] Yo while the beat is playing, I be feelin horny On the couch hotter than a ginger bag of kush that come in Porn stars geeked up with they khaki shorts, pumps pressed tight Valentine Ave., hot as a fat ass clinic And the freshest on, got the hardcore flow That will make a verbal commitment, get you brain peeled First preference, religion of trades person Semi-automac, speaks with a track like a hooligan Double good, three differentahn, blockin Pan Square Hotel respekt, big leg rubbin the mic like a fighter Leave sour in the meeting, next seen in the haze [Chorus] [Tame One] I spit the hottest, spit it like a radiograph If you happen to get hot off the mount Don't play grab the heater, just cock it closer Like a pink rain puddle, warmer than 86 See the yeti in the water, need can for deal When I preform, you better save your lifes, then It's like the verb here, I gotta have it Just another avenue of travel, set your socks free [Chorus] - repeat 2X [Silver Synth] Now let's abbreviate for now, relax your day-job Let's say you beat your bullshittin' ass And you're off the chain, how'd that be, dumb luck Suppose to hold them down, but will your ass ever drop? Foolish method for sticking to procedure I.T. specialist, peep the program I hold it down for the nuts and bolts And after all of the damage is done The path is paved I'm thewise ranger, rockin a mic With def ears Check my state of mind I'm always makin' notes To all the beers I drank Because I'm all in And all the food that I left for them, because I was sprung Was made You can call it when you want But I say you can't cuff my ass, like a big brick of hard wallabess I say sorry to the world, but there's no hope around the curse So just let's ease my mind, check out the promise They say love's the hardest trick in the world But, couldn't resist, the audiences got crueler So they took...inary Sillycomputer kid, you're bleedin' out Been there, done that Had to step in, what you expect is the next level And keep keep keep.. [Chorus] Artist: 2Mex Album: 2Mex Song: Only Ones Typed by: ***@***.*** [Verse 1] All of you mad cause your loving was curtailed I'm tired of kids who,ounge on the same potbelly b-boy hemorried they mom's and started to cheat on they biz They said we can have it (Fuck it) I said we can have it no more They LAUS need us I promise to God we'll always be together (Dear God) [Chorus] I only know one day in my life When I remember is the day I was Pursured by nature and sexual Forever here, ever since a child I only know one day in my life When I remember is the day I was Pursured by nature and sexual Forever here, ever since a child I know this man Blue shorts and some liquor Who he loves? Mexicans, the Afghan, the Asians One love, many many many Felt that he would be here some day These other kids all knew this man Blue shorts and some Bambu They would sing, dance and talk to dance When they would leave they would scream and he would say I love you always I love you wickedly I even like to watch you dance everyday I love you stupid I metappa I'd drip your breast piston Pause Give ======================================== SAMPLE 323 ======================================== 'll come back edu-oping like progression boards and board bypassing all the doubt snatch up all the trace grams with the dime shine thats when the madness takes hold cuz it ain't no more and it ain't no more QUICK! HAND UP! Artist: 311 Album: Universal Pulse Song: Trouble Typed by: AZ Lyrics Let it out now Let it out now Let it out now Hands up! Coz it gon happen soon, yeah we can do it now Its gon' be all good we gon make it all right now We got bottles all lit I got 'em right now Let's hop out the ride and let the fun begin Not in a rush, not ready, not trying To be rude, not sweet I'm not trying To put the beat on and we slow we getting 'em through the same time Girl meet me in the back of the club, close the door from the front, Close the door... door... baby... get it... get it uh Coz it gon' be all good we gon make it all right now We got bottles all lit I got 'em right now Let's hop out the ride and let the fun begin Coz it gon' be all good we gon make it all right now We got bottles all lit I got 'em right now The love is for dream people only Because we wanna breathe and not just for pleasure And if we only could act and lose control I'd show you the way before you find the rhythm And you'll be more thaniven in the end Not in a hurry, more ready now Not in a hurry, more ready now Girl you can take it, take it, take it The love is for dream people only Because we wanna breathe and not just for pleasure And if we only could act and lose control I'd show you the way before you find the rhythm And you'll be more thaniven in the end Hey we gotta party tomorrow Hey we gotta party tomorrow Hey we gotta party tomorrow Hey we gotta party tomorrow Hey we gotta party tomorrow The more that I think about The more that Iuciinated over this shit Intricately trying to make your style perfect So fluent in giving you that action The more that I think about The more that Irie since I been searching for A little piece of me Cause I always want It all the natural way Socialize with a friend You should know I hate it That much I already know The more we communicate The more that we communicate Like a choir director The more that I think about The more that I think about The more that I think about the more that I pass it around The more that I think about So much more I'm trying to say Oh oh oh oh The more that I think about the more that I pass it around The more that I think about The more that I think about, The more that I think about y'all The more that I think about (The more that I think about) Artist: 311 Album: Universal Pulse Song: Trouble Typed by: AZ Lyrics Let me tell ya little story about a drug smuggler coming up short He was a relief from the roughness That had him between the sheets He was tired of the straying That's when he started looking for someone This was a scam by the town He had no contacts he couldn't tell His mum said he had some friends but he only had a few That's when he knew what he need She said if you got no money then you don't need him He said do your hustling, he needed some food Dogs? No one's looking after us They always bark at us, tell us to go and stay on They kicking down the front door but we always stay by our computers One of the stupid motherfuckers, looking out for us I open up the front door and see a bunch of weirdos Bad assMissing-Headed andlooking like I'm running away Help me, can you help me? I stay in the back because I know it's hard to get back We got yards and we can no man But if ya gon' help me, you gon' help me [Chorus] If ya gon' need help, I got (and all that) And ya gon' get (and all that) If ya gon' need (and all that) I got all that If ya gon' need ======================================== SAMPLE 324 ======================================== power swiftinking Complaining your noise with that sound of water on the fluid like jelly Move and work with delicate hips and fine brown her clitoris Shift gears, push vagina further Flex it, burnish your kidney, prepare her cunt Be that splurge baby,lit's for orgies and licks Dream 'fo' material, house full of 'Low' Cretins on the scene, gon' set home Poppin' botanically made rappers Home grown, with my bro Blessing out medical marijuana Now I own a building in my own city White kids they play on my Nextel Yes becoming g's now with my free will magic Himself-typed like a yuphonic walls Twist out the top rope Catch ya' self in the aluminumothound Right through the finale meant for tildenone 4th magic ill like the cure for cancer Globally, I'm feeling sorta fucked up with no shame So I play the low down You know the outcome, the low livepher Lames play the low down You know the outcome, the low livepher Back and forth, I'm up and down Hoax 'round the issue like a feather-weight pelvis Mullceptual brain floating nautica over the water Soil 'em sweet, heartless But she only loves me when I'm there Kind of nauseous, curious please Solve all the mystery before she flips and turns Tojamin Franklin, your name in the cracks Hang a hoam in the cracks Hang a hoam in the cracks Just the colder life, your name in the cracks So many years, just numbers, numbers, numbers Gonna get it, getting it, living just to Suge and Then he gets it Ho,Ho,sorry for the delay I knew you'd get it, I knew you'd flaunt it But it took me a while, I was too busy getting my hair/cox In the bathroom, peein in a piece While the boys squirt in the puss Well, you know, you know, the girls don't like me And, uh, it really doesn't matter to them I find they politics all irrelevant I love em all just like a flowers do Umm, let 'em see that Orobatic firing an arrow Into the grass kick it harder than standing on it's feet Fade to Rato, that's my motto Umm, let me see that abdomen Umm, cast a look back Neck shocker, cover all my spaces Umm, what's the "Honey Ben" Where his heart at, where his heart at Finished dinner and a shower, finished up the back-flow Umm, no love for ya'll fools I don't Wannie, I don't Jazz Umm, yeah, I don't trust no mysterious healers I don'tvel what Al Capone did, I'd rather eat some mysterious fruits {*fades out as he's talking*} Artist: 1.4.0. Productions f/ Chapel Album: Poisonous Poets, Murderous Melodies Song: Freestyle Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Chapel] Let's bring it to these niggas... [Chapel] For this game, for real For those who wanna flow through Rap game is no joke, I'm painted like a page in a horror flick Any kind of watch is a bomb like all of ya My lyrical blau-blast, yeah, leave a soldier broken like pieces He's a fuckin' puppet for all of his victim's hate I'm like a blown image of you at the center of a horror flick And I'ma rep it like ever 'til the rep is done I be the face of the rap future, The New No Limit Got wings on my tungsten like Max Rebo I be behind every single fuckin' block I'm charmed, need a pissin' herb that's wet (Heads on tippy toes like ass/tippy-toe) So wanna know any thoughts on my thoughts/s? please My mental's is hard, I write wit iron, fuck a Cage, no slice Fuck a Visa, want a gun for self, easy, easy I'm ready to do shit, shit done happened, who did it? [Chapel] I'ma self-describe, define my life as a street nigga From (Street) Up, to (Outlawz) Down, get (Nigg ======================================== SAMPLE 325 ======================================== BahamaIt's eye candy time baby I told Pinky she has problems Tramps she bangs like a clucker She always wanna be a bitch to me I figured now's about time we cool I'll be a dummy for your petty skills Yeah [Verse Three: Ace Hood] Okay they done put me on the hit list I'm just chillin' overseas Insert my brand new Vagabond into a food stand Insert my brand new Hilton Niggas say that I'm buggin I'm smokin' Yes P� lit I'm buyin' drink for my niggas Shit's not party though it's cool Shit's a bit patronized I had a decent bubbling Now I'm selling records for a living Living room stompin' Trying to keep up with these costs Living room stompin' Living room stompin' Living room stompin' Artist: Ace Hood Album: Starvation 4 (Mixtape) Song: 4 Da Hoes Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Moka Only] [Chorus] I need a little bit of Sway Mokpo oooh I need a little bit of karma she already know I fuck with big buns now I'm trynna turn into the world It ain't what you want it I bet she gonna choosin [Verse 1] Running through the city I want you by my side so shorty can come get with you I know you tired of playing rapping and you ain't ready for the CREAM resa loves the way we kick it go She said she lost her tongue when she was fucking She said she'll look for another guy when the time is past She said she will do it till it comes out Cause she never want you to forget you daddy She said daddy love you baby boy I said we good then I promise I won't stop For you that's my plan daddy [Chorus] I need a little bit of Sway Mokpo if you want me call me baby geezy got me feelin like an angel any way you want me call me baby [Verse 2] When I wake up in the morning I got to go to work go to work nice and I'm a show out cuz I gotta throw up the fat but the mink is nice no bad a girl that is proud of me cuz she knows that I'm sexy so she has a hole in her chest got her open said she's a freak and that she loves me now a days we're getting money and the rich we're chilling and we make it happen early too so I gotta make it before the clock hit the flo so I gotta make it before the world know [Chorus] I need a little bit of Sway Mokpo if you want me call me baby geezy got me feelin like an angel any way you want me call me baby [Verse 3] I walked in showed up wet smell the panties wetter with the jump and asked for some ass snow &'n till sun gone watch party with Hopsina and Bari cribs with cognac on the ceiling girl this life thats gonna get ugly but hey geezy watch party with views mo fly to the beach seein latin girls treat skinny till 26 ya and Mary gimme college chick name cuz I'm so chill I'm world wide Weezy yessirly know the big tits big dicks big mouth and big ass iaooh this freak is so gangsta but I'm lil Weezy boy I can't beleive of me but i love this life so it's no surprise [Chorus x3] I need a little bit of Sway Mokpo if you want me call me baby geezy got me feelin like an angel any way you want me call me baby [Baby in up and and and out until he started singing] Can I can I can I-I can I can Can I can I can I can Give me your heart baby your big ol' mungoon Don't forget you got a chill down at the house and I'm gonna kill this though Artist: Bandit Gang Marco f/ Trubb Tuned Out Album: All My Life (S) Song: All My Life Typed by: AZ Lyrics All my life I prey for someone like you ======================================== SAMPLE 326 ======================================== sippin with wonderful cocaineWith Root Beer Goose hop aroma similar to colonists I'm grabbin my crabbie tats cause I'm soace It was an automatic click apart from pin tha tags to pint glasses that sag down easilyNow if', I'm hovered to tha side and Sensai be tha' tha' crew's lawyer too What'chu mean 'steady wishing tha boy was more brother than myself? Still I see him get into some shit I can never be off tha reefer A pinned my adium ?? asked tha question...what so? A heart poundin 'cuz it tha heart refuse Some tha battle take place and some tha yes sir Some hear a voice I a spoke and some hear hell he premonition Now who's claimin we can't relate Some see me raised in prison i stay in prison My ex-girl agree to come get me$!! with a promise to get outta prison But not tonight because we out in the yard She promised me she'd stop smoking and smoking and smoking Cuz my ass better get a see me later So I'ma keep puffin, and snortin, and I'm fiendin for her I know it ain't tha suicide, leading, or drug dealin That's why I please my destiny Til its a cotine, or kill a nigga thats in the street And I can't wait till she dime piece Some say that this young thug is a queen or Some say that this young thug is a queen must for love What a bitch, I'm a veteran with a nine x 12 whiles I'll pull a ??? shot if you plex wit me You can either love me or hate me wit a mic cord Baby you know that I'm serious Cuz I'm dope wit the hype, just holdin it I'm the reason why your dying cause Why the homies even try to get to the top Cuz I'm a heavy weapon cuz I'll kill a nigga in his tears Cuz I'm nothing average or even average nigga Hit you with 7.25, regardless if your block Hit you with the ??, for real nigga Check my pedigree, I'm the lifetime survivor I'm veryully equipped, I could pop guns cause a CMR nigga This is for my niggas that really hustle Check me out triflin star, M.V.P. Yungstar motherfucker Yukon you figure I'm a get for y'all and tell for real and dont trust shit I'm a b-boy break for a buck and go first if you want And if your ?cracks ? then I'm tha one to blow For now I'ma get the rocks and spark the spray I gotta make my money respect my mind I dream of going on a all night flight With a, soldier that I respect and that's real Get' it if you want It I gotta make it in style Head busta bustas on my block no s-cup flow I push a Lexus coupe, with an R-cup lift It's real as it get, and you like that Nigga you can't touch The Rock Rock my team, and I'ma do soIf i want it (Hook-2x [Lil' Wayne & Baby]) [Wayne & Mary Jane] If I could I would take you and I, to the place that you played!) Artist: (4th Disciple f/) Boom, Science Album: The Best of Both Worlds Special 12" Song: Themes Typed by: ***@***.*** [Intro: Boom] Are you ready? Yeah-eah Check it out Once again my people have died 'cause My people have died 'cause My people have died 'cause [Boom] scientists have advanced like the tec to the highest peak No enemies allowed, no threat See us approaching that final test And there's no failnin Cause niggaz comin off the game with a click that's strong That's the way we were taught to play I believe that we were designed for this And my people have passed the game an incredible amount I'm so glad y'all decided to chase this It's in your best interest to get this Should you study film school or even French majiness I million dollar question... Ever fuck a female? Should you try to mother motherfuck the average Joe Even though pretty hoe you still callin daddy easy Never fuck a ho... even though a nig ======================================== SAMPLE 327 ======================================== of me, yeah Ain't nothing freedom niggaz Love y'all side hustlers, guess what Four Cali. Chewbacca Check my mack 10,mint around my hoe I sentenced y'all to a Cage in the Rim of the Rim of the Rim of the Rim of the Rim of the I came prepared, huh I know my dollar don't smell like Lexus Too many double D's Lookin at you funny like you saw a caged bird You aint got nothin you can say to my peoples Chorus: (2PacRepeat 2Pac) (Verse 2) The ghetto is the ghetto, I be givin it myarest strength 8-ball, Ultra, harassin with that And I can keep you punks jumpin off my beam I just can't fuck with the festivities (Thr Pound!) I mean I'm not a crazy motherfuckin dog See,nit em, get you a group of keys, that's right, a cha-string split I'm bad y'all, that's right, I can't bow to the occasion I'm straight up up out the rear, where them punks be at I'm sendin, obscenin lines, holdin the mic like a Dennis Miller (damn!) Why? We did it so civil, y'all can comprehend no next That's right, I conquered the block Y'all can't stop the dollar Killa Fuckin with Pac and Dam-us Those who doubted jelly could only imagine Cause only now can you feel my smith spin the corner And taxin niggaz while we still in the hood (can you feel it?) Ho! I started flexin, it's like that I bagged a Benz and I rented it I watched Rapiens and now I'm dagged Dark shades, tinted T.V.'s cost a fortune I'm broke about doin right Drop jewels in a steel cooler Rock Yelawolf in the Ville Be young and fly and change your logos on new car I signed a deal with ASCAP Fucked up you and your whole click, it's how I feel, g But I'm too true to lie, right now I'm takin you shoppin So keep your eyes on the prize Don't be a failin failhole 'Cause I'm hopin for the wind I just might be in your hood Chorus: (2PacRepeat until end) (Verse 3) What you're neva seen Of the rawest rhymes spittin In my mechanical hands, no testin Check your sources Conflict you between them and slip They get better when you dose them I drop lines quick and inserts holes with the knuckle Don't second guess yourself, I'll share you With all you rappin haters, amateur rappers Set you up so you lip lips will hit you on your hip hop mics 'Cause I'ma. handle my business and vibe Don't talk about the nose bleed, it might have been the dough A lot of niggaz ran with that same tooth It's like we trade and the sauce and the [???] Now the ravers and the backpackers going double up the dope The weak will never ever give a fuck They always wanna say fuck, then they'd damn try But it's not fair, especially when the man is strong So I decided that I'd never fuckin with a bitch I stay serious, but I ain't seen a sad girl grow to be Anyone tryna mess with her, I will find a coward That's a no-no, I'm not talkin 'bout a mom or a wife And you are dangerous, I don't even like your fuckin hair Cause I'm tryina get a piece, don't fuck with a slut And before you lick the swisher, get ready for the long gun I ain't nuttin but a clip and a chelade I'm reloaded, don't bet against the man in the chevy I'm reloaded, don't bet against the one on the mack I'm reloaded, don't bet against the one so fat But a real nigga won't fuck with a trick And without a doubt, know when I rock I'm up the store And you don't have to look but right now to know that I'ma snatch your bitch and have her laughin I'll snatch your bitch then I'll snatch her like Ya don't need no more I'ma snatch ya like Before I vacuum all your shit I'ma leave your bitch like Before I tag you with the turtleneck Before I can ======================================== SAMPLE 328 ======================================== prey, wedding bands, Yeezus Got your girl D&G and are getting head from local havign We'll give your girl a dick like it was a naked man Punk, so suck on this pistol, touch it Have your girl on stage getting filled with sweat Something just gotta be true, guess I'm a wild freak And once I'm in the g-string shirt and the panties Let the music begin [Whenever someone comes in the party] [Whenever] (8x) Whether you on slow or hot You know I'm comin' like that magnificent [Whenever someone comes in the party] [Bizarre] I'm the type that'll go an long way in ending the story You wanna get cool, and not get retarded, and get back what I came for and stop yours, is silly idellectualize or someone you like You gonna hate and see you like Nobody gonna step in my shoes, not for my sake but because of you I gotta smile with you, smile in your rhymes and in your verses, write is the fuckin' only [Weebie] Too many things to do but left alone To go and make music, it takes two To express who she is and what her game is 6-24, weigh twice as much weight But with two hearts, baby, we can make it When I saw you smile in the morning light, I knew we could make it And lastly, to not let go of each other, I'm sure you would do Girl, I know you special go girl, this is the way we should go Why don't you always say what's on my mind? And what if I say it out loud? (Why don't you always say what's on my mind?) Artist: Bizarre f/ Yelawolf Album: Friday Night at St. Andrews Song: Down Typed by: ***@***.*** [Yelawolf] Feel that? Yeah, um, let it Why's that? I had a dark thought, I said let it fire, y'know, the King of the disco, y'know, but I Would've probably hit you straight from the hip Get money, keep money, fire and burn bro Oh yeah, I'd let you do that Bullets flyin, lotta niggas are tryin' to cop that But I ain't that dude, I had one Go to the bank and got all praise That's what I'm told, what's more? [Bizarre] How you love that? Holy mo'fuckin' shit,Holy Fuck Is It's real Let me guess, do you sleep with hunned? If so, dis ghetto superstar, John Crow Get your paperough bought If not, tell my peoples to get off the wall, peace I was there, if not The shit is dogg I call the hospital If you don't, just douse your brim with gasoline Tell them niggas to get back, let 'em try that While we mash, pump, bash, bash Wash, toss, toss these bitches with the WHAT What? What? bitches love fire What? I say, look, look My niggas is on some bills My niggas is in the streets My niggas is in the cars My niggas is in the whips My niggas is so damn hot Dump the bitches then we post a bail Who do you want bitch? Dump the bitches then we share this.. [Chorus: Yelawolf] My niggas is broke, my bitch is hot and my engine run funny and spartan, your boy is hot and my daughter is hot, moms is hot, you mama is hot, all my niggas are hot [Yelawolf] What's the reason for this game I'm livin' in? I'm like The Rock, I got the show said you know the label so won't you diss me I'm a rock star, bitch you know who the Rock is Don't need no hooky, my attitude's the game Kick shit like I rather kick a bitch in the grill And my balls so far in the grass, they won't crop me Ain't no stoppin' my thang (D-Boy) I'm unstoppable and that's boy darters Ain't no stoppin' my thang (Gucci) Mashin' this pie, Now ======================================== SAMPLE 329 ======================================== in light of the *? soundtrack*) [Verse One: Jarren Benton] Since I'm the carnivores, cop oranges, white between the organs Unbye-bye limos, no compunction Push the Porsche in this bitch, this is that shit I rock a tek and it sound, this is that shit Ineteen forty-four, I'm on women Phlegm of the bullet, descend the bodies Old money piles, bullets still wet Peep under my pill like Pillsbury Niggas scurry, hop and skip, when I burry them Catch theolver boy, hesis and herd, heses and rahs Heists are situations, I keep track of who gets the acre Niggas scatter, shots clear the room Cease that like a baby that smoke, rah-rah These niggas that ain't know, stop, hesitate, first year Probly, you get, slapped with the booty chain Who needs more money, more trouble? you know You just more ice, you know Who wanna fill me up steaks, take the steak If the ice's getting crispy, then it's time to fry the steak You know, you know, it's Piston's plan, ain't it You know we bout it, quick to cut and scratch the steak [Chorus: Jarren Benton] Yeah, we sip ES's,salmon's, and olives It's R.I.P. baby, you lookin' for me Oh, you wanna rap but you can't seem, you know Ain't got no time for you boys In they faceOCE.m. type, oh I'm sorry Cause we don't want none of y'all, So if you want none Pull up a chair, sit on the fucking wall Death is an option, while we do the barre Get ready to rock, I flip a brick Shorty we without plastic, but we bad business I got a drink, I'm gettin started with that Simmer my way for a minute, I see 10 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5 My time is money, my time is money I done said all I had to said, which is This here ain't nothin' nice, cause you wanna fall victim to that Well let me explain, to you it ain't much If features, then I'm on that Heavy artillery, I slice your ass up at every show Over shit is where I learned to yell at a bitch Like, fuck it, I wanna pick a number like a whore I break em off in eachieveive, we all in the same game Yeah you's a faggot makes ignorant lyrics I'm breakin' your brain, walkin' on a tight rope And my shoes is also breakin' your brain I understand why everybody hates on hip hop, Hip Hop Apocalipps, listen, this off years ago CD's Now they complaining that I flow too tight But I say fuck that shit when I spit that tight flow I feel like God given talents,Allow me to show you talents See the ladies can't slow me down When my rhymes run through your brain,they say if it stop then it's over But I'm not a fan of that I get deep going through words when shit start's tight And then I got beef and I start bickering Can't settle, I keep my head up I still bust shots at jokers and stupid lies I seen kids fight tooth and nail bit by nail Stress and tears, back spuss in my brain Until I spit lyrical animal nature I'll shatter your scrotum, locking you in a cage [Chorus: Jarren Benton] [Verse 2: Jarren Benton] Thank God for computer imitating my style Praying my sons learn the secrets Raise my 22nd arm, salute the ghouls Dumb niggas who quest for guns, bring them them up on my side And if you not dead yet, I'll send you to the preacher Know the game, prepare for warfare, understand me You wanna know what it's like, follow these angels Niggas praying over rappers for some beef and cheese [Verse 3: Big Syke] A rapper like me can't fuck with the system I supply the scapegoats for your downfall Twist your wrists, twist your rings And witness my pain I never bled for no cash Only got 10 grands to grind for That's 20 grands and a 9 grands and a 5 You be out for the flash, that's ======================================== SAMPLE 330 ======================================== around God in a hassle Don't let him say sorry when bullets hit your suit His last good deed he gave me the message My love is notlicted but it's also notrout you My love is notlicted but it's also notrout you From aS to BX-5X-5 From K to D-E-AL From S to Z M all through the universe You are I and you are I-E Love you ese a beautiful soul You are I and you are I-E You are my and you are I-E Dream [Repeat Verse 1] [Repeat Chorus] [Repeat Verse 2] [Repeat Chorus] Artist: Baco Exu do Blues f/ Diomedes Chinaski, Myojin Album: Sondo (S) Song: Sondo Typed by: AZ Lyrics Grand aura dons As I step in my zone I feel your cold cold hands Come from the far Is it a dream or is your soul all I need Like your primordial sea? [Baco, Baco] I'm fired up in my quest I burn the fruits and seeds And then some While curfews, for a victim Skin or face are affected By the stage fright and all of that I feel your cold cold cold hands Come from the far Is it a dream or is your soul all I need Like your primordial sea? [Myojin] I bet you're thinking That I'm giving up But it's hard I'm a Christian rapper I was born to live I got the whole world on my shoulders You're the first to die for the cause So all I can do is pray Keep my head up Don't forget to keep my head up [Chorus] It's a late night when I don't wanna leave Turn down for an interview Nah, I'm too sensitive I see you at the window Your hair's hangin'over I can't take the fault in your care It's your leaving But I'd drive the Porsche slow And hit the Ave. in Asheru It's a road from there to Asheru [Chorus] It's a late night when we don't wanna leave Turn down for an interview Nah, I'm too sensitive I see you at the window Your hair's hangin'over I can't take the blame in your care It's your leaving But I'd drive the Porsche slow And hit the Ave. in Asheru It's a road from there to Asheru [Baco Exu do Blues] Tranquinents and recline Siesta and sip No tea, no meat B; head in the tupper Pull the slipper down, blow up Like it's take down, they call it the emperor My mind is thinking, I'm a nude reflection Figure that, if you don't know already, it's no miss I do it for the love, flow, I'm a live by the sword As long as, I live by the sword Grand aura dons As I step in my zone I feel your cold cold hands Come from the far Is it a dream or is your soul all I need Like your primordial sea? [Baco Exu do Blues & Mecz�] I can move weight, truly I can rap to push a topic or two I rub it out, no realizin' who'samon it's another Serch said it, the way I slam, it's vicious Middle fingers (?) are holy, but my fingers are weak He'sibble-buddha, Ducati, yeah, yo) Fuck with me, you gon' end up in a thikky Middle finger's up to the rider, yeah, I'm done Artist: Asheru f/ Lord Finesse Album: N*gger Noize Song: Who's That Typed by: ***@***.*** [Verse 1: Asheru] I'm the female, theultrat right ***@***.*** And the hyena with the efi great puzzle schemes +Face/Off+ with my pants up I was like the female on 23D pel Pepper spray, mad props, uhhhhh Though I was Quick Prince in the cell Makin the plug with no gloves like Qoiste ======================================== SAMPLE 331 ======================================== brewin ya heads I pull ya hood up and sing your name into the track hole like I'm Michael Jackson with a swan liftin you off of diva Getting you ass kicked in the rim, but the ass remains humpin until IFKO (I'm not your man) I left that ass in a jar Come around the corner boy you shoulda seen my scheme [Chorus] Artist: 070 Shake Album: Make It (S) Song: Make It Typed by: AZ Lyrics [070 Shake] I'm just workin baby Doing it nizzard But you can do it any way you want Nigga show me your deal And I done just where you been And why you lying About what we been doin here You already know We gonna see what there is to see here We already know [Verse 1] You can do whatever you want And as much as I love you I can't live with you I just got through that other side And have love for you but I'm gonna show you how to live with you [070 Shake] I keep it all moving, mad like crazy Gripping on them t.v.'s all night like holly Gripping on that sexual feeling like dicky I can't help but wonder why these youngins so DAMNICK I mean I'm just trying to figure out all the ways And levon all them ways that you can get paid Steady going to these club girls all night to blues you [070 Shake] Just know that love is something that we got to get rid of If I don't go for you take me away from my friends Cause they always talk about livin for me And make me wanna have a son or daughter uhha-ha No matter what I gotta do to make it And I'm spinning my yards uhha-ha I don't know what u been told But baby I'm just living my life [Chorus] I'm just living my life I'm living my life I'm living my life [Verse 2] You got me stuck in the whip And you ride with me, eh Still no place to call my homie Call her when you need her, that's hell She got a car but that bitch too rugged I can't let her see, that's me myself Guess what, cause you gotta be full of juice Man I'm stuck in this game I'm tryin to get aillion uhha-ha So I can get my weight up I wanna be a rich nigga not a broke nigga What I'm tryin to say is [070 Shake] They'll take you where I be You might not be so lucky But u can't help that Too much commas Got already bought and paid Got already got In the case I already got Last night I Had a little cum Now I wonder Why If I fronseless wont you feel no remorse My goodness gracious I got sucked in Through The passphrastaticus My eyes for dear life And sex me as a lover To all my freaks I give you just a nickels and dimes As long as you trust me I [Chorus] I'm just living my life I'm living my life I'm living my life I'm stuck in the game I'm tryin to get a million uhha-ha So I can get my name out the hat I'm whipping them baddits bad Wisky girl you know that I'm shady I made you dance I'm gonna keep you waiting at the chandelier for my zipper Blessings to all you groupies that wanna be boss I'm always broke And wanna pick your favorite stripper [070 Shake] I can't Go so hard Can't leave my house so alone I can't Go so hard Can't leave my house so alone I can't Go so hard Can't leave my house so alone I can't Go so hard Can't leave my house so alone I can't Go so hard Can't leave my house so alone I can't Go so hard Can't leave my house so alone I can't Take your love then go off Ahw yeah [070 Shake] Common mix Can I swing From here to Jordan I'll have you sayin Way down south boy I'm gonna bang Naw, naw, I ain't ======================================== SAMPLE 332 ======================================== ip Sweat in a jar Lip like a bird, don't get sleepy Chips orphaned penny in the jar Just a day before the jake comes out Me again, like buyin' out a barbershop Don't get it twisted, this ain't rocket science Metal jacket, but jeans are making a movie out of frame Yo this what I go through when I'm on my grind Rap flu, in a bag poll going to see who the best be HS87 is understanding the deal and charging the phone I'm balling like I'm Patek all up in the lot BS you telling me? the shit is so fresh I'm buying it from abee so get the double bundle It's a new day, new money off the jack Q3 is where it's at, I try to be balling like I'm making it since a young age Got to standing on my feet Still kickin' it with the lak with stone like cavemen Some whodie whodie, that's a juvenile that'll wheel through In a big ol' truck Riding to the club with a bar full of doe Then I have sex while sucking on a fajita Act like I'm old money and that bitch ain't even old enough to hold me Getting plenty head from this Asian bitch She say I'm gonna cum by the time I come Got a dude head out the bay window like that shit is legal You ain't getting dividends or bricks You a friend of mine and I do it by the mountain side [Chorus] Yea I'm doing everything Big Mike told Yea I'm doing everything B.M. loved Yea I'm doing everything, know why......... [Chorus] [Outro] Picture I'm an O.G. Thinking deep thoughts with your nose' Think about my portion Good thing I done uncovered Paid you except when I told you no You're shitting on my teeth I'm buying hair Boy you mustard Maybe it's the vitamin in Coke My nama'll give you navels for free Maybe it's the powder in Smoke sticks Maybe you need a scalp Treat me as a statue Walk twice around the city Knock the heat from your spine Call me Bigippy Nigga Nadeem Not Tame One Nadeem From the A Call me Bigsmack Artist: Erykah Badu Album: Boyz Know (Mixtape) Song: 6'7 Freestyle Typed by: AZ Lyrics There's no limit What you will Be is the bestake you freestyle And I can do it like this And I'm an O.G. Who get it said it all as true You see the sign in my mouth Tryna pass me because I'm feeling it Cause I'm feeling it, I'm feeling it I'm not feeling it, I'm not feeling it Go on, go on, go on, go on, watch me Look I gotta go in my mind Do it like this Say it baby Just scream it So listen to me Just listen to me Just listen to me Go on, go on, go on, go on, watch me Will it feel (go on, go on, go on, go on) Ohh-so-ohh-ohhh ohh-so-ohhh Ohh-so-ohh-ohhh ohh-so-ohhh Go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, watch me You're finger my hand Look my game like a fine silk I confess I'm tryna be You're the best Call me Atrice I've been on a hunt for too long Round, round, I've been tryna break my heart You're my number one fan, baby You're my number one whore And baby, girl I'm gonna be, all in yours Baby, girl, tell me when you're ready for a call To baby, to baby To baby, to baby To baby, to baby To baby, to baby To baby, to baby To baby, to baby Go on, baby Go on, go on, go on, go on, watch me Make love Make love Make love Make love Make love Make love Make love Make love Make love There's no limit You keep my heart No limit You keep my heart No limit You keep my heart No limit ======================================== SAMPLE 333 ======================================== TheResidueOfSuccess Song: Immaculate Typed by: ***@***.*** [Intro: Preme] I saw an ex just molding perfection Make it to the labor of labor Tell em where the babies live I'm buying them everything Baby I want them all I want em all for me Ain't none of ya'll done fucked up Ain't none of ya'll Ain't none of ya'll I can see us having fun Ain't none of ya'll The worst of the bad but better than another You never see what I have so I smile and go And go, and go, till the wheels fall off And then it's on, gotta have finer things I did them in and out and once I get inside, I just gotta keep it G [Chorus: x2] You gotta have finer things You know that's always gotta have I'm trying to maintain You got a man but he'll go out like a boss You got to have, you got to have what's best for ya [Verse 2: Dan Abzane] Yo, it's Abzane and I'm feeling mighty high Swerve so quick Acey in the bed Skin my jeans, I'm next to dome You don't have to have no ice cream But I got to have it Or I'm a never have it Sorry but I'm just one of the ones That's gone who gon do it Making life just like it was a part I take it lower than you wanna be I don't need no man Cause he don't give a fuck I'm the one [Pre-Chorus: x2] You gotta have finer things You know that's always gotta have I'm trying to maintain You got to have everything and you nothin need it [Chorus: x2] [Post-Chorus: x3] Well you gotta have it, you gotta have it You got to have it, you gotta have it You got to have it, you gotta have it You got to have, you gotta have it You got to have, you gotta have it You got to have, you gotta have it Don't haffi have it, don't haffi have it [Post-Chorus] Artist: Aceyalone Album: Hip Hop and the World We Live In Song: Future Rockers Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [uncredited spoken word poet forms the lyrics] The future, the future, the future The future in the sky, the future, the sky Yo man, what we gon' do is we gon' build future, future, future, future Gonna future, future, future, future Future, future, future, future Gonna future, future, future, future Gonna future, future, future, future The future in the sky, the future, the sky The future in the sky, the future The future in the sky, the future I said we gon' build Where you live? You fly Get your coat then take your shit Shit, know me then you know this man That's why I'm bringin you up on that That's why I'm bringin you up on that I said we gon' build Where you live? You fly Get your coat then take your shit Shit, know me then you know this man That's why I'm bringin you up on that That's why I'm bringin you up on that I said we gon' build Where you live? You fly Get your coat then take your shit Shit, know me then you know this man That's why I'm bringin you up on that That's why I'm bringin you up on that I said we gon' build Where you live? You fly Get your coat then take your shit Shit, know me then you know this man That's why I'm bringin you up on that That's why I'm bringin you up on that I said we gon' build Where you live? You fly Get your coat then take your shit Shit, know me then you know this man That's why I'm bringin you up on that That's why I'm bringin you up on that I said we gon' build Where you live? You fly Get your coat then take your shit Shit, know me then you know this man That's why I'm bringin you up on that ======================================== SAMPLE 334 ======================================== . Stay-behind-it, stay-in-the-front Or we're bein' fed, muh'fuckers Stay aimy-fucked-fucked up, now what I act Bad like, what the fuck? Get the fuckers, audience with this Bad Boy killers, we don't carry choppers Get split if you want it This that real shit Catch you while you're walking, thinking that you was slick {*scratched: "Man I KEP"*} [Verse 3: Ride + Ty Beats] We on that swang-ass dick, here to sell you cheddar We flip that real [?] legitimate, no doubt, this is the number 4 fam Don't get the hang of [?] Fuck outta your booties, damn I'm busting Gimme a booger, we gon' fuck all of y'all Y'all wanna be chisies? If y'all ain't tryna be dick slickers Leave a gat in your gut, before you holler Once you hog you mouth, before you sip you swallow Fuck chocs, the aim been clear Hit the skrilla, out the perfect timing These niggas crib it, got it ear-bud it Once I snap you the twenches, PBR Triple-X on you if you gutter Watch you and your young-ass hoe, cause we, sell this shit Eastside so we break north Ride the sauce, top or back If you know what I mean, forget it, y-y-y-y-y This is for the boys and the girls And everybody who ain't feelin' us, y'all know [Chorus x2] [Verse 4: London Jae] Leave the pill in the train Leave the [?] walk in the mall [?] talking money The hostess gotta give it to me The masterful use case of it You know the mecha disease Bailin' through your wrist The smoke into Mars, take the deal The moon, the stars in my scope The smoke into Mars, take the deal The moon, the stars in my scope [?] (x16) Artist: Arrested Development Album: 3 Years, 5 Months, & 2 Days in the Life of ... Song: fairy tale {*intro plays*} [Intro: Arrested Development] Oh yeah, this is... kind of crazy Rainy, that makes my god say "Oh yeah" Said, these people This is something I write, I'm wanna share {*girl asking question*} [Verse 1: Arrested Development] The fairy tale, a gentle lie A dark, seductive woman Who wants to be more than who She wants to be everything She's everything She's everything She's everything She's everything She's everything A story for the people to try A fairy tale, told by me With my friends and my foes, we all wanna be free In this life universal, no more, never ever Sing the song of the troop In the troop A life, a war against evil A war against time Universal, definete Except when it comes to you And your friends, your family and all your loose ends The war was against the war, this world was all for you So what you wanna do, what you wanna do, what you wanna do This is real life, really gonnapire together I wanna sing a little song called 2 Live Blues To kick it at you to ya chest The song of the booga peaceful In the booga with the people In the booga with the common In the booga with the people [Chorus: Arrested Development] Rainy days, long nights... Were the dreams and the nightmares Of the so many others who died So many others who I buried fought and they succeded To the so many othersStandin' still So many others who are still here But have not stopped The tide, the tide Of the so many others Who don't know How to swim Can't see what's in front of you So you have to know (2 Live) The story in you It's so big It's so big Yeah, believe me It's so big The bigger the reaper, the bigger the basil Bigger the beast, the bigger is the roach Bigger they come, the bigger is they greed ======================================== SAMPLE 335 ======================================== based on a book we wrote From a lost art that no one understood our craft We made it high, higher than them - above them - nearest thing We wrote to a sick world and got minds to matched brains Used to swerve on clouds to create an air-line We air my gauge with the hustlers and set darts It better will class, you boys use a rubber-band C.O. Jet-bikes with longer pedals and skis to skate Twist aero, some boys will ride onails like Martrel They gift me, the rhythm, I climax to amo Mad willing cats are pumped when C.O.D. spots the beak of C.Dot Make a fleece, disperse the chatter through urban noise Squeeze the deuce, thunder the gravity With a brain that's as portable as a telephone Land in the possession of a handful of closely-wound men Who chronicle the sergeals and the fiends at the ready Serge force is used to quiet the trickers and budge the wounded Men and women are trained to carry the veteran loot In fetchin hammers whenever the toxic fumes from the fags blow Smokestack pixels fade to black when they mastered by the gladiators These are the birds that roamed the sky from the legends that made us Theories of a myth, from the omen that ran in the streets Battle the chemicals that killed our forebabies inChestnutpit Spots where parts of my brain cells are misplaced In these final days, The God worked his magic And the rest of us all slept inside the basement Inside a slipper, starport play Guinea, kickfuck It couldn't even handle the furious pen of inertia Made aKinetic sense of when maggots from above Carve my back span around the Guru with plans of mudsplittin' Fuck theury, IPlan, I'm attackin' everything Toss achin' like bin Laden, target every minute explode like a bright light mission "Invade" is how one killer pretends To take every bit of land that's not far from his field And "Invade New York City" is when the madness goes off into the Twelve bylots, incinctive jungles working overtime One man's in a wheel chair when he's trying to get his little pyramid off Without much else to do but kick back And keep a body in motion by the end of the year Including mid morning to late in peak time On that stretch when the cops is on scene, I couldn't knock off a diamond Even the headlights from the corner store didn't illuminate his spot Out of pure desire, the man with the flame Blessed by prophecy, yet afraid to die Capable of resurrect, when he says so It's burning bright with my hands and I can't hold it back [ CHORUS ] See I'm a man with the force of great weight And I'ma flip it like a spatula once again Said I was bad news to the man with dark hair Now wait, see we've had a moment It's time to make up, but I don't think you'll like the outcome As polar bear patrol, ready to act swell You'll never dismantle the rocks jiggy you collect I hate a cat that sniffes Coco with Captain Phillips Hating a cat that sniffes sniffys when he's breakin loose at your girlfriend That's bad cause I ain't amputin' no one I mean no one, for what reason How one bad muthafucka pass your bud when she's passin'? That's bad cause she sniff cheap shots and she'll flusterball That's bad cause I told her "I get it for free" I'm bad cause you gave me a taste like a Maybach Oh, she a rookie sniffin' rubber cause I'm great, great That's bad, bad, bad, bad, bad [ CHORUS ] See I'm a man with the force of great weight And I'ma flip it like a spatula once again Said I was bad news to the man with the flame Now wait, see we've had a moment It's time to make up, but I don't think you'll like the outcome As polar bear patrol, ready to act swell You'll never Duracel a sandpaper roller I hate a ratchet, I'm a chief with hands A king without arms, I defuse quite a bit You'll never replace what you always have I'm amped like a cave man, I don't know what the fuck I'm thinking It's going down like Jesse James poppin' the ======================================== SAMPLE 336 ======================================== evil"It's just around the corner And I'm bike riding across town Bout to squab a fan "No, no, no, no" I H-feeling mama used to sit up on a bench Sleep up in Steele's on weekends I'm like theobromine Keeping brothers alive by the spirit of freedom I need that stone out of my home so I can throw it First with the pen and my pad, walk home and say [Chorus] - repeat 2X [Verse 2 - Rapper Big Pooh] Every since I was a young man, a little older I learned that music was my escape Cause when I was in the ghetto, the only thing I could picture was themartyred face, mama was laying in the grave I went to hear her sing [Verse 3 - Chris Brown] Every since I was 9, I've been in the street I learned that street life doesn't exist When standin on the block or makin off the police I heard the police talking that was nuts But they wasn't sayin that I would make it, he was wrong I rose to my knees, told em I wanted to ride To take my place, and then I got the ride See God there is no question I still be rapsigning my ignorance Countin stacks on the dash of the President When there's no competition, I'm made of cocaine And cocaine didn't come with rap Cause in 2000 I put it together, kid In 2000 it was time to change [Chorus] - repeat 2X [Verse 4 - Chris Brown] In the year two thousand and ten I met Big Poon and his crew And my cousin WeeRira Oooh, peace to my nigga Prince Paul You know that I'm livin it In the year two thousand and ten I met Little Haker, that's Lil' Flip And my cousin Moe, he chillin there a lot A nigga sho' ain't got much, a nigga know I'm creeping Hear me lil' daddy when I get this Two thousand G's a day, fifty G's a day Ten to the face, fifty to the hips It's a nickel is a proper wear Two and two.... [Chorus] - repeat to fade Artist: B.G. Album: Checkmate Song: To My People Typed by: ***@***.*** [B.G.] Damn nigga, I'm tellin' you, to my fullest Yes I do, mil, you know I'm tellin' you, to my fullest I'm tellin' you, to my fullest I'm tellin' you, to my fullest [B.G.] Baby Gangsta, I'm a G yeah I'm a showboat I'm a show boat, I'm a boat built Struggling, to this day, to make a livor I reach my goals, I get laid off I put that on my mom, my mommy I'm a motherfucking donkey, I'm a motherfucking donkey I would die for you, and for God I am I'm the reason why unborn kids get killed It's on me, in my homie's verse Handsome boyObama, I cherish your life I'm a soldier till I die, soldier till I die [Lil' Wayne] Yeah, you want it this time man? leckin on the side, you want it this time On the real, we trying to get it this time You bout to get it to where it hurt, you know And I'ma keep it G like my daddy been schemin I'm thug livin like a scion I be the thug livin like my daddy been schemin (huh) Same car my son be drivin Same bitch my home a luthin 'p fire Uh, I want it like I wanna win [Chorus - B.G.] Same car, different color used Chrome, chrome wheel, changed tire Hublot, old block Mama always told me don't have them things Everyday, I'm tryna get it, I can't find it I'm tryna make it to the top, I gotta do it Mama always told me don't have it, gotta do it Same car, different color used Chrome, chrome wheel, changed tire Hublot, old block Mama always told me don't have it, gotta do it ======================================== SAMPLE 337 ======================================== on my bed crowded in with the fiends Its like Schumachers having church after sermon My lens focus from the pentagram in the pearly gates Treachery tryin' to guard against the schiers What's a Russell Simmons without a general, free in these wings IrpenessrancePark will catapult A soul by any means Will get you hitAnonymous I'm a temple to the game My thoughtless little caper plays letters on the page Till my fine silk sheets fall Shape you in my compass Place me where I wanna glory Bury me in the presence of the dead I'll bring the order oath I'm above these fucks My little weed put flowers out for me Then I'd like to pay a visit to Frank So I can see the bastard's stricken With such white blood cell a lethal habit I rob fuckettes in my pincher I'm such an indo smoker That I've got a deep pistol throwin' out banister It's like chronic cigarettes Ioca, Ioca, rollin' tough with the baddest on my frisbee Believe me, we can win it with the math I can't even get on its nerve Alazhava, I've got nothing to lose [Chorus] [Bridge: Awol One] Oooh, when I was a skinny little backpacker I could see right through you niggas What you did, was a fool stunt You did, was a simp can't handle this And I thought you were with some other chicks But um - you was with those other bitches You was with that bitch, you was with that bitch But you was with them hoes... You was with that one... you was with that hoe You was with that two... you was tight with that hoe Three, four... you was off the chain, hoe You was sniffing on my balls, pussy socks You was dreaming that bitch with the curves I couldn't let that one go, no You was dreaming that bitch with the curves Cuz you was with them hoes, bitch [Chorus] Oooh, when I was a skinny little backpacker I could see right through you niggas What you did, was a fool stunt You was with that bad bitch... You was with that one... you was with that hoe You was with that two... you was with that hoe You was with that three... you was off the chain, hoe You was with that damn bitch... (repeated until fade) Artist: 2nd II None f/ Mausberg Album: Classic 220 Song: Make You Dance Typed by: ***@***.*** [Chorus Mausberg] Now when you wanna shake it and shake it good Better respect it when you see it or leave it alone For the sake of style, praise it, don't doubt it Don't be a (?) trick with nothin' to ruin it It's a (?) trick inside ya, cause you know we keep it crackin' We keep it crackin' [Verse 1: 2x] Ha-ha, yeah Fresh cut uhh, let me see that yo What's the matter freak? I can see a lot here that ain't legit So I'ma report this rap to the Athletic Fat Man Records store, this here that you could reach When we on the way to the gym Yeah, doin' shows then haul in my two spinnin' cast BACKDRAFT! Artist: B.G. Album: It's All On U Vol. 1 Song: Let Me Take Ya Typed by: ***@***.*** [Talking] Picture me rollin' V-12 with a black rig Got to get my mail straightoned, and my Fruit Lo-matic I'm on the block sittin' pylon, drivin' V-12 in my Prime You get a mouth full of Gold Product, call that G shit White. Uh huh! [Verse One] Now see I am an MC, with fire soitect my people Rough like a Rokodiska, armed only with a jawjig Catch me steppin' out the canibus of inhaling cop soda But I'll be �neath the law Catch me steppin' out the Porshe duffle I'm so rap packed, because I'm ======================================== SAMPLE 338 ======================================== know Every soul Album cover with the picture Baby, I just (Hook x2) Verse 2: (Man I'll cut her rope and now her friend knows) (I figured it out Ace) If you don't know (uh-uh) Then I'll Pin It Wrong cause I'll never Dismiss and I won't even break ya bone Butch, you silly little ass babygirl Can We Get Over? You don't know what's on your mind It's an hour, the normally peak time I'm waiting cause it's The one that gets me to go and let a brother know I know you don't want to hear that But you won't want to believe that Cause when I shows up it's gonna be a one night I'm gonna have a sip for yourales Then I'm gonna do a few more of those Then I'm gonna pour some more brownies Before I have to head back to class And maybe then I'll come back and slap that bitch out the lobby But what, you really think you gonna be sent to the dorm You're being let into this brotha for debatin' (ouha) I won't be one of them exceptions? That's you being cherry- picked Being told 'bout your case Your brain is cloudy You not having it but I'll see you later The Big Dipper Ace, Chorus I'm on to the telly I'm getting to the telly yes Waking up in a young adolescent's world You say I'm a nobody Well you my main objective Anyone can be a witness I'll kick you to the door But not if you not here I don't force you I don't have to unload the clips Before I do you pass out I know what you want And that's the bottom line admit it You was probably thinking of a shot Well let me put it on my to-do list Take a hit on a whip to knock a hole out like a ding-a-ling With the throttle open please keep your vision similar to a shark Hope you ain't seen a shorty who ran away from home Well sorry, but your last friend was a hound Now I need you to do me one more time 'Til you get some protection You'll be out of luck Your last friend is a hound (Hook x2) Verse 3: I'll let you watch the water run Why rush with your baby mama run You can't survive in an area that's wet And I'll give you my best But you'll be a victim of shots like a stray pigeon Out of sight, and get got from the hip It'll take more than that for you to break out Just make sure you don't get caught 'Cause everybody gets bent And I promise you you'll be better off right now Back at it, looking for the tick to drop his sting Laying at the bottom of a well If you've got the recipe it could be used for good, and Bottom line if you come in through the street I'll help you see the star as it stares at you It must have been me, straight out the jar Point me where I cannot be sent It's comin', nothin' but some help In this business gotta get it right Now I'm prayin', all I want is my money and dimes (Hook x2) Artist: Aceyalone Album: Accepted Eclectic Song: Make the shootings Typed by: ***@***.*** [ VERSE 1: Aceyalone ] The shooting, the shooting The shooting, the shooting Is nothing but a phase And I'll turn to the clinic and get a job Once I got that I'll start riffin and rappin Or I can start a court case and throw The fifth judge could not stand it The millionaire came contest it The athlete tried to 4- tipped the world With a shot to the arm He never heard his shot miss cause the bullet started Bleek He started walking tryin to get the gold But it came too late as they strapped him in the cage Cause the bullet to his shoulder wasn't enough The witness told the jury he could not stand it But his cousinma told him he could handle it, the way it felt That's when the whole truth came into the shadow The jury forealment at it was amazed All the peoples said that it was nothing The people at fault, they was behind the piece ======================================== SAMPLE 339 ======================================== Toy Town Is where niggas murdin' and robbin' Y'all niggas wanna see me jelty up on the block Girl she got 1-5-0PT baby girl you get it poppin' I don't need her baby dog for nothing Shit I'm a be what I want me and nobody'savage I'm killin' niggas like herbuhugga I'm a King of the hoes I'm gonna crafts, knock a nigga in ya back door Never thought you'd do me wrong my niggas might ?? Me no you don't ya just tell me I listen to your song y'all just listen to me I listen to your mind just listen to me I listen to the words just listen to me [2Mex] Yuh bunions sentino so we no be jumpin You know to fear no mister squint I know which one be To the square like the man who was brought down by mail Puffing on the asthma attack y'all Now I'm in the videos screaming "Fuck the Haters" And you wanna go to sleep, cus I know what you want And I'm more commercial really now It's the 80's all porno like M.O.E We do it like this man you know my attitude's a beard Bullets through your shirt but the yell is for scramblin' Motherfuckers should have called us all like the eclipse Introduce you to the gunsmoke, take you back to 50 I'll have ya pissin in a bottle like it's my semen Shut down motherfuckers like Tarentino And while you girls watching I'm with another mack, Tyson Now place your bet CHORUS [TQ] I hit the booth and you're gettin waxed Lace up the kitty-cat Like a box of chocolates while Ikiss you Meanwhile, the camera film takes a pic too With the ring from your finger it's your decision I smash the beat, you can say you like the sound Unless, like the Thundercats, you wanna rock me Hah, I choose the third cause it's my favorite In the blink of an eye the camera stills panicking Can't even see what I'm up to [GR8 Scott] You can pay me Break me You can do me You can do me SON! Hah, fool, fool, I'm the greatest super G Scott the Thrilla HEAVY WEIGHT [TQ Ride] Intermission {Ooooh, he's that fuckin' DJ T-Pain} Uh, the special guest on the 4 {Ooooh, he's that fuckin' DJ T-Pain} Deuces is back {Ooooh, he's that fuckin' DJ T-Pain} Check it out MC Ride comin' through {Ooooh, he's that fuckin' DJ T-Pain} You know me Stouche is beat-up, funk game I hope you can manage from it Boss is back Running the streets running from the police You can catch him in Shaolin Meanwhile, in New York I'm Punish I'm Mr.O I'm Grip and like Pacquiao, I hit you With flows that will make you jump and not be fly I come from the UK Immigrants come permanent Where they don't want you to always say "Hi" I don't speak German INorwegian But Paris is the place where I do songs And of course you can get the dick by the hundreds Hope you don't mind being fucked by the 40 Going and showing off that ass I'm gettin blunted in the face And if I didn't start this shit then I probably die I can't complain I made a milillion out of cocaine How does it feel? Good to get up outta the dirt Grind 'round town Get a taxi, come back 'fore I gotta drive? Be patient, be patient You better hope I don't get knocked up Look at thegrams, these bitches know where the fuck I'm coming from CHORUS [TQ Ride] I said ooh, I said woah, I said for real Baby, ride it like you love it I said I ride it like you need it Make you moan, baby, so you won't forget That bumping won't be stopping, this is how we do it though Steady grinding on my dick, she knows my whale She wrapped my balls, like a fatty, she knows my golden You know my Hero ======================================== SAMPLE 340 ======================================== he'll leave I'm a hole in the wall oh so hot And you be like "Man the God is coming to town" Man the judge so sick and plus grilling All these wack MC's that they disagreeing Most them absolutely not fucking That's because they found this bitch out in January Hoping to see a nigga like me win! Man I hope all y'all encourage slackers And get treated to this +Pretty Girl+ on the +Real+ [Chorus] A brand new Jesus piece [2x] Brown paper bag lighter [3x] Hey just tryin' to rob me Two bad bitches sit next to me And they're fuckin' with my Jesus stick The size of my jeans [Verse 2] They used to be a lot of us Now justUsing drugs and hot tears and plus make up excuses The kid used to get beat up and down Back in the day the kid used to never cared If my moms fault I, I'm the kid That's where the drama stops You should worry about your kids they ain't playin' When your kids need lookingahs, instead of crying in the street You can't even blink They too scared to die I pray with my mom every night after Cahide in the line, feelin' love from the both of my parents You see the love stop what you see yo Cause I'm right there everyday see 'em go Hellas andezin' a bad fact You hate all I see Faced with all I can see But how can you say that its okay You can't get through the pain Just keep your hands up Just keep your hands up [Chorus] A brand new Jesus piece [2x] Brown paper bag lighter [3x] Hey just tryin' to rob me And they're all fuckin' with my Jesus stick The size of my jeans [Break] You ain't no pastor You ain't no friend to me You ain't no friend to them You just frown I put God aside He was hard at the same time He was crushing on to my skin He was splintering my community Just to see us starve He was poking on to your neighborhood He was hurting your happiness Just to hit up your parents Just to knock up your Sportscenter [Verse 3] You can't cry You can't hide You can't say cus they love you Show me what you got, boy I'ma tell you what The lion hit me a leshshrivaad, lord I praise it They said "Ain't nobody out here like you" I said "My people ain't one of them kids" Nine times out out out out Same til the one and only get crossed I deserve a top marks Real I want you to top my basket I'ma check your mind I'ma let you stare in my heart I'ma let you have your mind I'ma let you have your own [Chorus] A brand new Jesus piece [2x] Brown paper bag lighter [3x] Hey just tryin' to rob me (I'ma find out your plans When I find out your plans Don't be afraid to die) (I find out your plans) Hey just tryin' to rob me (In return you beg For my undieshipiance) (I)n days (I)n days (I)n days (I)n days (I)n days (I)n days (I)n days [FizzaBreak] Hominy, little diamonds in your skin Don't stunt don't mess around I'll have you lookin' like your shitty jeans You ain't got a chance, so fa sho I'm out the door whip out the duragannie Don't ya know who Fizza is? Stray me out the picture Look into my eyes Talk to me on ======================================== SAMPLE 341 ======================================== in' kidnapped clips (*phone rings*) What is this? Hook Artist: Dre Dog (Andre Nickatina) Album: These 4 Myamas Roll (S) Song: These 4 Myamas Typed by: ***@***.*** [Verse 1] I find you and your crib, then I jump in an Escalade Rolling in my Cadillac, lookin for lips like ahia I'm in a gray Rolls Royce, lookin for the bosses Niggas call me Chevy, bitch I'mor a Chevy Either way, I fall in love when I see you Tellin' your friend you ain't in a nigga world, so girl don't cry [Verse 2] Looking in my window, five minutes in I see all the pearly whites, they got me sitting on the dash I want to get rid of you but police never came around Now give me the keys, I'm like "what the Godawful Crew did?" Haha, just one day of flippin and flippin and flippin Now I'm in a traffic jam, I'm in a police station and I want you to just shut up and listen to me You'll understand why I'm beggin for you to leave these ghetto scene The homie Travis has a story and he's got insight I can't believe he ain't who he thought he was One of the best on the planet He couldn't have said what is Islord said, "boys you don't belong here" I know he wasn't right, I pray to misssweet I can't believe I allowed this shit to happen I remember back then, a little nigga we call green Tell them niggas I need help, a car or a boo Threw on the westcoast but the westcoast is still fog [Hook 2x] I'm in a four door nigga Now pull up to that bitch And give my drug stack Throw my moms up in that flying saucer I'm in a three wheeler A fifth of Gool aid in my watch Now I'm gon' shine, come holla at me [Verse 3] I roll hella fast Want to tell you how much I miss ya? I miss ya baby I should be happy with my baby Don't know how much I want to give my baby? I'm just tryna see me~! Just bought my first Benz The new Rolex with diamond rims New wife, new crib with all the stix They like you baby They like you baby J League rides a Phantom She always wanna be me She always stay in seclusion and don't give a damn who you is yea I wanted your baby [Hook 2x] I'm in a four door nigga It's time to buckle down In a five star teller Better pick a people condom Met a policeman, he didn't get a ticket You know my broad, but he still gonna vomit Met four times, erryten times Met seventeen, chase me with money You know you gotta get his/her license Met a female policeman, she didn't get a ticket Aye shorty, you should've never bought a CD I'm on a trip I just wanna smoke with you Everywhere I go, I keep a hundred gee Got on the bike, ain't got no wheels I take good care of it Got a bad little bad girl, she so careful I'm always gettin plenty good food Thank Godele woman, who she is You know I'm in love with a hustla Everywhere I go, I keep a hundred gee Got a bad little bad girl, she so careful I'm always gettin plenty good food Thank Godele woman, who she is [Hook 2x] Breaking down tapes, breaking down rules Breaking down g's, g's and gators Breaking down g's, g's and gators Living the dream, living in the real Living in the ghetto, living in the steal Oh you wanna roll with niggas but ain't made it yet? What you wanna roll with dawgs who can't roll with me? What nigga, what nigga, what Deal with it and don't forget, I'm strong my bitch But that's besides the point Let me prove to you bustas, I'm finna blaze A on soft very long Can you feel me, can you feel me? Got times in the bank nigga, I ain ======================================== SAMPLE 342 ======================================== 'Cause you know what I'm sayin' Girl we came here to see if you can do me good If ya gave that outfit your pussy then girl you'd be a star So now we into the sexual partna And the visual of what we gonna do Girl I'm gonna be more than cautious Girl it's gonna be painful ay', I'm a make ituille fiend Pushin' positions so situations will beHarlem International, professional Long range, professional It goes two to the body So girl just keep doing it Girl I'm gonna have converse with you at first base Intricate foreplay, gonna make a thoppa Chi ice, me and you an make it wet Take it to the bed Girl I'm gonna do it like a pimp Hold it down, a brotha step back Can't let up, so we can rush it Shorty pull the remote off Hold me high as I bust through the back door The sound girl what's the business Oh you ain't heard but I got a surprise party So what's the destination but baby The Nino, swinging in the wind You ain't gotta say no more Baby I'm gonna get luxury and I'm gonna have some more First class flight bound with a sky bridge CEO our executive help us to do things Our family to name a few Our lakes beautiful know what I'm talking about And you better watch how we dip dip oooh second line so lil doe I'm so fly Ooooh wait a second time lil doe The tale in this story is very similar The story that every mother has tell me to my baby girl mi fear him Because inna him there was a girl named hurt an name Note to self You are now faced with me fear michage now The story in this story is very similar The tale in this story is very similar If you was in my shoes I would give you a triple star An eye for an eye so girl you can see the full extent I Chill And I say yo a friend Cause with my flow an hour nann nardon flows zone out Girl you know I gotta go To all my Northiders I'm still in the section No deal That's ten star Coppa 100 milli'll That's low base And when mi roll by Pull up so I can ride by And if yo mad caw mi gi call So deck mi up Oh you been waiting Well here's your ticket To theboss.com Tell yo put the pickle in the dash And mi have the vegetable Girls a date Every time I see you Big lips they turn me out We theboss Do you even know what the Caprice Gucci dinner And the charignon crisp And if yo act stupid You's a fool The Caprice Gucci The hassel sprinter style Girl you know I been watchin this First night this Through the wire You was fiendin for this So yo stand up you triflin me Now back to this asking you please You only wanted fi for this Because you see I Walk in on your man And in one of you Snuck a shot in her stomach And annone She was annone Turn it up [chorus] The Caprice Gucci shoes Which I pair you rented Then you can lace me When I walking through the club I'm more than Gucci You niggas can brag And boast But it's the real man You know you're as strong Even when you're sick man Real doo doo doo doo doo doo do Listen to me You can take your life, but niggas can't trap [Verse 2] It's me again Walkin through the club getting down Pull up like a galleon Show some love And all in a scene Ain't nothing out the mosh pit What y'all really know Nigga I'm the studio gorilla Shout out to colas Big tymer gift Is a stick and a drum Ya niggas need cali', and a clue You best form a mask, to face the scene Wanna pop out the chins, but form no face Thought to wear gold try I went gold Thought to wear blue, pop it if a nigga outside Who pops the ice Nigga, who cares, who cares Why you tryin on these guns I fresh up out the whip Clown nigga, nigga I'm grown You cowards, why you wana ======================================== SAMPLE 343 ======================================== &ence May the shoe shine like the sun, were it not for the elements I like the gully side, peeping the Kruger when the shit'sOn Chorus: When the 7A3 go They got me riding thru changes All about the dough, all about my livin' Got me paid in the 6, went thru changes Like the wind does, when the sun run through your day Don't talk to me with words hollow like suicide I push you a 9 to 5, bitch I'm whistlin' You wanna live like a loser, die slow like Slo-mo You move too fast, pop you a tippie, you gettin' sniped But, think about it, real niggas move the splinters And, real niggas, do what niggas say say Do what you feel, so I got to feel it I got to feel it, real niggas just playin' Think about it, real niggas just playin' Don't talk to me with words hollow like suicide I push you a 9 to 5, bitch I'm whistlin' You wanna live like a loser, die slow like Kool-G, Tippin' You move too fast, pop you a tippie, you gettin' sniped But, think about it, real niggas just playin' Think about it, real niggas just playin' Don't talk to me with words hollow like suicide I push you a 9 to 5, bitch I'm whistlin' You wanna live like a loser, die slow like Johnny, Carol, Sweat & You move too fast, pop you a tippie, you gettin' sniped But, think about it, real niggas just playin' Think about it, real niggas just playin' Don't talk to me with words hollow like suicide I push you a 9 to 5, bitch I'm whistlin' You wanna live like a loser, die slow like Turk, Carter, Carter Hey You move too fast, pop you a tippie, you gettin' sniped But, think about it, real niggas just playin' Think about it, real niggas just playin' Don't talk to me with words hollow like suicide I push you a 9 to 5, bitch I'm whistlin' You wanna live like a loser, die slow like Turk, Carter, Carter Hey You move too fast, pop you a tippie, you gettin' sniped But, think about it, real niggas just playin' Think about it, real niggas just playin' Don't talk to me with words hollow like suicide I push you a 9 to 5, bitch I'm whistlin' You wanna live like a loser, die slow like Turk, Carter, Carter Hey You move too fast, pop you a tippie, you gettin' sniped But, think about it, real niggas just playin' Think about it, real niggas just playin' Don't talk to me with words hollow like suicide I push you a 9 to 5, bitch I'm whistlin' You wanna live like a loser, die slow like Turk, Carter, Carter Hey You move too fast, pop you a tippie, you gettin' sniped But, think about it, real niggas just playin' Think about it, real niggas just playin' Artist: 3rd Bass Album: The Cactus Album Song: Monte Hall Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash "3rd place is everything.. C'mon, I'll show you" [MC Serch] Tight fit, dim lit spot, is where I'm movin to Sweaty but these slow mo end, I find something that will make your head go off add on the way, Serch will make your head stop hold my breath, even in the midnight sun I like this, Serch is coming with the drum know you seen all the freaks rock my stickers ever since the tenement cell that rules mine I'm million bucks and I'm all in need hand to hand or even hand and shoes I got the homeless ass MC with a cash flow and is to pay rent baby payin hand and willin to give kids clean clothes and shoes..... [Pete Nice] Vinyl ReMix, step back in the Mello the album is about to hit the CD ======================================== SAMPLE 344 ======================================== Milk Look at me now I was custodian at times Top to the back to the bottom Bearded lady with the pink crown Always dressed fresh Never had a red bone I was singing this song Look, look, look I have a side of sweet with me that's more than likely to ever keep and have a side of players that's more than duped by what they see and thechoices that they're used for So I tell you what's true and promise you'll play ball ( bluff) 'Cause even at age 25 I'm sick and not good Heading to a all-star game trying to win the Biz I hope you're taking what I'm told cause it sounds lame But excuse me while I break down and prove it Go and score aoola to get up out of the back of the bar That's a payback... I'm busting rounds ejecting rounds with boulders Walking round trying to prove a point that I told you [Chorus] [Verse 2: Bas Blasta] I study so hard that my dick is starting to bubble Every chick notes my lyrics and says, "What's up knowledge?" Got a funky slang that fuels clowns Vocal prayers exverse the highs and lows My reference is complete Never miss a visit to a drug address My CD's and internet are my exclusive purp only buy my records for extra shows But I'll be back When I'm bigger and better than your stunt work I've been to Europe and I've seen the top spinnin' She looked at me with envious surprise Cheers 3rd Coast... [Chorus 3X:ersion] So what if it hurts, the struggle is first To live is to die then to suffer is the prize Artist: Bas Blasta Album: The New Jim Jones EP Song: Holla Holla Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Intro] Yessssww~! Bow la, yeah Big up big big up, Big up big up Nigga this is B-ball like Nintendo This is bass like Tony Troy Stadium [Verse 1] I'm kinda pissed off this year (shit!) I didn't do my lil' secret niggas react (shit!) Bust the hammer, fucking doo-woo, motherfuck your moms (shit!) Look here, bow la! Hood ski this, big body Regal Six's in the cock, twenty-four's in the bucket That's what they call a blunt in the back, leave your baby blowin' What's the matter bOhmned? Tied my holla like a pndp, man I need to handle that My bitch is pus-tained, face lil' mom She drippin' off my balls, man that shit looks like a balloon [Hook] Six and three Got your baby sittin', started work with yo' setup Started pop with the same car, money stank a lot Started sell a lot of rock, them brown track pants Started talkin' to a fly mack, cardier rings Five and two buck, in the front, and a swag full of cash Five and two, had a ball wit a group of niggas Five and two, all of 'em girls couldn't wait Five and two, mackin' in my pockets still Pull up to the club, looking like a superstar Five and two, got the hoes on swangas [Verse 2] (Catch) A hooker on the dancefloor Met a Spanish lady It was the air wife Yes I'm from the Beverly No father, no seeds, but every dick's for my junkie No questions, hundred decibel, how I'm an ace in the hole No intermission, because I spoil the whole thing I'm a murderer Gotta put myplan on the plate Down south niggas can't stop me Uhh, I'm still decieving You know the feeling Ha, ah Artist: Action Bronson f/ Jah Tiger Album: East Bound and Down (Mixtape) Song: I'm So Love Typed by: AZ Lyrics Straight up out the jungle Straight from the jungle This shit is so fly I might need you right in the shark My faith is so face tight Fuck a Porsche, I'm fly kid We flossin' in a ======================================== SAMPLE 345 ======================================== frag quarter, he cries [Hook - 2x] Artist: Big Tuck f/ Ant Banks, P.R. Terror, Twin P Album: Purple Hulk Song: U Don't Care Typed by: Lil Hustle [Intro: Ant Diddley Dog] Born on and about, in the Bronx Yeah, created it Cool with the chest, Twinklinggh, you know what I'm saying Yeah, block B-Dog, yes the Bakers Bone brought me up, yes the Budweiser Boy Bigaters, small league ballers [Twin P] I'm a small man, I like big ice Twin P is a pimp, I'm the pimp of them big men [Big Tuck] I'm a dog, I'm a pit bull And if you ain't seen the life I live Dibblezzz,ibblezzz,ibblezzz,give a dog a ride, give a dog a rubbin' Yes, the phony motherfucker rappin', frontin' The underground type, fuck 'em, this is it I'm so Baked, I'm Bread like a loaf of bread oooh [Twin P] I'm a dog, I'm a pitbull And if you ain't seen the life I live By all means, I'm worthy, top of they main squeeze They dog people need to be treated like, equal Hard, hard, hard, hard, hard y'all need to hold on Everybody stops, then stops, then stops Everybody stops, then stops, stops, stops, stops [Big Tuck] Y'all got to stand strong Y'all got to stand strong And y'all not of this world but of diamonds And, a hustle gotta start y'all start And you got to leave And y'all the fans must watch y'all game Y'all the fans must watch y'all game [Chorus: Big Tuck] Go on love the game (Go on love the game) Get drunk off your dumb bitch (Get drunk off your dumb bitch) Watch your heart catch stress (Watch your heart catch stress) Boy you're getting beat up outcha nike (Get drunk off your dumb bitch) (.4) Go on love the game (Go on love the game) Get drunk off your dumb bitch (Get drunk off your dumb bitch) Watch your heart catch stress (Watch your heart catch stress) Boy you're getting beat up outcha nike (Get drunk off your dumb bitch) (2x) [Big Tuck] Bitch you watch out for bob and weave, you're eyeing bitch Globes and hoes checks like, "Hey, you okay with it?" Note to wise, I keep bitch major Glenwood to match my 24's Who ma grand mama got that pipe dreams bitch [Chorus] [Big Tuck] I dub that shake, to the club Gimme haters y'all don't know me, bitch Watch out, tuck it where you at Caress a bitch like Hitman, kid Watch out for a chick who thought that I was trouble [Chorus] (A$AP Rocky) [Big Tuck] Cardio Starr, funk head to head Watch out for D.J. Marcus, haters sipping Watch out for the one hat, don't trust him cause he pa [Chorus] Artist: Big Tuck f/ Bun B Album: Purple Hulk Song: U Been Lost It Typed by: Lil Hustle [Hook: Big Tuck] Tell me why, why, is it been like this Stating on why, why, why, why Now throw that L, throw that D, throw that K Let me see what's up, what's up [Bun B] See I been bitches on the train It look like they have turnin up But I don't give a fuck cuz they get Every month, I get a new ride I know they hate it And they know, I don't be talking, I'm Jim I know they hatin But I don't got time, I'm stuck in the game I'm a get that dick off on your porcelain I'm a get that dick off on your canvas I'm a get that dick off on your pinky ring I'm a get that dick off on your silk cloud Steady stock, steady text ======================================== SAMPLE 346 ======================================== with Dynamite Volume 3rd Bassment is slinging rocks with crushed granite [EnVogue] Now, show me a killer, beast, and corny crap, and I'll demonstrate your softer application First let meIntroduce, groundhog The lowliest throwback dime drop ever heard so far Grass snakes tongued 'er to the bumper Toking em backwards with idle arms One is so far in the air that it's taking a name The other is taking the reigns Your decibel levels have been checked So you can find the monster that you've been staying with [Crunch Lo] Highly respected with the lyrical gifted Engine with the psycho-biological Top Back squat Bobbing and weaving in and out of wack flows Making it warm with the psycho-biological flow Taking you where you never been Above the shackles or the climates Above the get down that's where you find me I'm somewhere you hoes won't be I'm in the heart of the streets where the police won't find me Where the warfield's on lock down And you won't find me, you know that I'm packing AOK, we're down with new heights of our avache Two is mighty thick, three is mighty thin Leaving the ground moves more weight that your shoulders Collect this and you will see the south side of up north Move with us and close your eyes for the slow slow mo When we are rolling mountains of bullshit the satellite keeps falling And you are slow mo when the gears that bust turn And the bass drives shit, smacks you in your ass and drips all over your spouse Cos you are smart, if you didn't know it you was a stupid shame Your gross is bottom dollar slanging for less then its worth The doom meteor said the local was doing the best work That dive weapon believer and shrink a mountain with cristinal tackle [Scoopa-ZevX] You know it's sposed to be a bitch but can't stop propeurin' All that dancing and groupie-ass parking Ganging with these strangers on a billy club more then matched And they feel she deserve a megahurt So they don't make it short That's a dollar, make a half a mil If not just stay for a minute, we'll give you a picture But keep it moving, we'll give you this priceless resource We're fucking with you brainless but you supply me with the rhyme I'll take you to a level where your nothing like it Aint no way she can take it, no Aint no way you can buy her like a mall bargain She gone spend some time (in the pen) with this6's and leading And though I'm glad that you missed it (crying) 6's they hella fine And now I get some new females too And I'm your go to when I need they baby [Outro] Ayo, I'm gonna do it like this Yeah, I'm gonna do it like that Artist: Bishop Lamont Album: N*gger Noize Song: Footsteps in the Dark Typed by: ***@***.*** [Verse One] This is the part where the ghetto get stripped Where two-five Nation take three lives There ain't no hope for the outcast who's soul was stripped There ain't no hope for the ones who dropped out Born in the ghetto with no hope alive Every day their stomachs turning Survival of the fittest and the strong some might call me Cause I deliver on my threats and keep my Michigan ways I'm a man with a plan and I throw it action like a camp of artists [Chorus] Footsteps in the dark, steps to the streets, steps in the dark Did it for the kids, my momma, remember it vividly My whole life, I was affected by it I see the future, I can see where you are going Seven, eight, nine, ten Five perfect seasons, bet you've been there Watch your every move as I talk through the horror [Verse Two] Came to this party out my room with no love for Mr. Benton I heard they poison and sip everything from under the covers It's a product or a candy that they made out of porcelain It never fits like Nike Air Prism or AirP lenses It's like the after all was cash they made out of slimes Nothin ends, pretty girls just livin' all by herself Most died, most cried, tongue twitched Ooh gotta ======================================== SAMPLE 347 ======================================== of harmony, could you bring me close Life in this world, so I made my way throughout the land Because of love, I'm here still with y'all Ima always be here, said I make it, so make it She smiled, soon after the album dropped Ain't had a so long career, that's quite madness I'm ready as can be, I'm ready whatever What's around lies beyond me, seen right angles Ain't visions gon' trickle down to lazy frames I stay young no fault, driven by the unbridled It's just what you make, what you know, that's what you focus on You gon' make it, man, I'm just stackin' and treppin' Gotta love it 'till my mind body full of pleasure And this ain't an exacty, but this just a description I'm so in need, it's like aUSTRICAN LIFE Stressin' somethin' Some people dont understand, we come to party and do the dance And some people know which way you feelin', we invented Short answer, yes, you too, get drunk and forget who you are [Hook] I can't see myself gettin' (I can't see myself gettin) high I can't see myself gettin' (I can't see myself gettin) fine I can't see myself gettin' (I can't see myself gettin) high It's like smokin' weed, you can feel the high in my song When I'm with my homies, it's a big party, everybody got balloons Thinkin' 'bout myself cause homie you only mess with dimes Chewy boy, white boy, big meatballs and tikky tounge Who doin' it better? I'm not the one I like to brag, alot of ladies drinkin' rum Not enough but not enough, nothin' pops my head And all the girlies thinkin' they buffs, I just know, we just folks Can't stand to see this with their own sticks HHE! Lookie where you at? There we go! Now we can do it any time (Any time) Double (Double), Triple (Triple (Double) Now we can do it either way (Either way) I can't see myself gettin' (I can't see myself gettin) high I can't see myself gettin (I can't see myself gettin) fine I can't see myself gettin (I can't see myself gettin) high They used to say I could Now there's pigment Cause I grew up in a church And the trash can in my mom's house I still remember the songs I liked See 5'7, he's preachin' in the background The chickens in the hood used to be poppin' But the poppin' didn't mean jack Yous a young dummy from the hood I was just kinda raised ROY O very fine though, not like this Look(to the left), you can't see me (To the right) I guess because Overseas I wanna get high But tonight I'm gonna have to live in the sky Because he came home looking like he high on some he-rogen shit Excuse me did the dude said pay his cell phone But don't sleep I should have been there, GPS ain't dead I'm just checkin' the schedule Goin' to the top and only blasting in fat boy bocks Yeah, I'll be back in a minute with a brand new ride Because I knew it would be hard And I knew that if I went toixed max They can't understand don't worry bout' the tickets They can't afford to pay But they can buy hips Niggas got tenied and they love show They love the rhymes and they get pissed off on wax All it takes is one rhyme for a racist to speak it Turn off the tv on your saped bubble seats You's a talkin' shit, let me quiz you with some facts Like first that's your first Your gonna go like (?Alley pitchin' ? horse?) to (?) the top of the pile With the top down on the floor (?Alley pitchin' ? horse?) is my motto Alley fresh, Unthugged out, Top Pitching When I dropped out, Dropped out of Art and Bitch No more Bitch, Cause I got out and started bolly Bigger Big Poppa, More Bitch, Cause I'm a bigger nigga I can't stand her She makes me wanna hit and break ======================================== SAMPLE 348 ======================================== cknowledge the evil in ya life [Oh my] Get to spreading that magic across the land ...(oh my) Get the job done! Bridge [Aceyalone] Yo, who gives a fuck about slackin' on the set? They rent-free 'cause they know that they gettin' cheese From a hard-headed thief on a business trip They dress like they need-to, for church or whatever Jobs are not such a big sacrifice for pedigree You're on the paper's hype and you're fallin' off the radar But I guess you need a testament Everything from a broken heart to miss-used-inec To a father who got no soul and a son who's condition got worse I'm torn, sometimes suffocates the nightmares Old people that once were neighbors are now dead to me I moved out to +Serve food+ in the + Hut+ I cannot carry the weight of my own home, so I choose to stay It's sad, how any thorough poet will bleed I moved back to the +City of +Fargo+, where they got plenty work The pro-black lobby pumped loud from the whirlybirds Every now and again I heard clap kids at an African serve a black on tour But that was then and that was now and that was now And now I moved back, but I'm thinking about the +Blades of Stataloov] Was it "Bad Azz" that killed the children? "That's exactly what they are" said my momma in the back The kid turned to me and then turned to his right I'm twisted, I'm givin' up, I'm plottin' fantasies The less than perfect world is what you destroy Whitney scientists are comin' and it's crackin' the earth with they readings, it's burnin' my nebula What's behind the smirk? What's behind the Fellowship of theures? What's behind the spirit of Cassaandora? The kids are butchers in the wilderness with no patience Pull you in the Cobra for the sake of fighting The trappers are prowler, the plugs are instruments I'm givin' up the free prisoners in exchange for parts There's no mercy for pigs, Penelope, they're in a hearse The snigchers used to be troop I'm like a doctor, I Yates don't prescribeicks The nation's limelight (what?), my name is apostle With the grace, the penmanship, the phantom troops Get ya everything straight, can't sit idly lied Just the leader of his fanz Chorus Artist: 14KT Album: Medicine Bag Song: Get Down Typed by: ***@***.*** Hook: YO' Real Typed by: Cedmaster3K Hook 2x Break: YO' Real (OR YO' Party) It's the Y2K!!! Some of y' all, y' dudes in y' side (I say Y-Y2K!!! Y2K!!! Let's go!) Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice There's only one way to toast to another, a steady ride without some bends and overruns Like a swallow for the cow or a chop for the lamb Take it slow, make it scoop up like a truck See, that's all the Y Rico know how (It is!) Make it seat sixteen, have you feeling like a lawyer It's better to do it fast or slow Ask somebody about it, don't need people about it It's hottest in the streets and it's cold outside Soakers and hot 6's make it hot to haters Tell em, yo, DO IT! Now if you got it, show that you can get that for cash Take that chain and make that girl sing, now tell em Hook: (Mixx cuts "YO' hot") Verse 2: Brother Marquis The Y2K bitch can fuck a nigga up to gat You can do it white, black, or glock If you looking for attention nigga, the Y2K bitch can do that I got it by designates, so learn to stick I'm looking for love, notangs and rubber You can't find a bitch that can fuck a clucker You got it big, but you be shorted when you see 'em 'Cause the Y2K bitch can fuckin wreck a nigga home Put you in the dirt, when you want a young ======================================== SAMPLE 349 ======================================== That's why she got that pimp type style She probably go martini business In the penthouse suite, you know something shining is in the porcelain You know breakfast was the breakfast of the porcelain She like to fire up and maybe one on the five She like to fire up and then you're talking breakfast Friday night, she just call me after work She got a porcelain It looks ok but it gets you in between It looks ok but you're tired of crying Well that's fine by me Cause lately I've been in a state of war With people saying that I'm weird but I just be living And I don't wanna lose him God don't have to love you Make a call and pick a cause She got a porcelain It looks ok but it's not cash It looks ok but you're broke Well this one is on me She hit me on the celly and she said I'm moving broke She don't care about a (sad eye) Cause I'm moving money baby I call her skinny She don't get excited 'bout a (fat hand) I don't really care to type cause she moves nickels Well this girl is a trip Should I get nervous or do I just choke? (bitch) Don't say that we're the same mother Cause we're so different but I just love the look in your eyes God damn sweeter than lip service When you hear this you doing the dumb shit And I don't care about a hater trying to nit-pick The fact that I'm fine (I'm fine) I'm doing ok (I'm doing ok) And you are mine (I'm mine) And now you're saying (I don't do shit) I'm in a fast car If you snooze you lose your life Cause I'm in a situation Where I'm in a hospital all day And you lose your life She got a big sexy ass It's best to wear a condom Ease up! Ring up the armpit Go to the pantry Get butt naked Make the pussy moist Get married Let the kids eat Get a job Get the money Get a house ... Bam-bam-bam-bam-bam Bam-bam-bam-bam Bam-bam-bam-bam Bam-bam-bam-bam Bam-bam-bam-bam Bam-bam-bam-bam Bam-bam-bam-bam She said ... I need it Little dick here Little dick there I wanna dig in the back addle her in and we do the dog dance She got a big sexy ass It's best to wear a condom Ease up! Ring up the armpit Go to the pantry Get butt naked Make the pussy moist Get married Let the kids eat Get a job Get the money Get a house ... Artist: Amine Album: Odyssey to Me (Mixtape) Song: Can't Believe Typed by: AZ Lyrics What y'all gon' do? I can't believe these young niggas Got no fucking idea What the fuck you gon' do These niggas gon' do what the fuck they do Raps and beats, flip beats and dats Mashin' niggas with these herb niggas Tossing dats, bitches and snitches Punk niggas and snitch niggas Fedures and misery bitch, I see you I can't believe this life and I pray to be gone And I heard them niggas favorite White or brown, bitch I'm choppin' And I drive they dash through the city What y'all gon' do? I can't believe this life and I pray to be gone And I was fresh in the school days Had you on my bi-bi-bitch Why you still on my suck it Wanna turn me into a slime You might as well leave the side of your head Bitches got lips and breasts The way you sucked my dick Make these hoes choose Champagne, yes, I'm on that Yes, I take the blunt No, I won't do it if it's bitter Yo, I'm bitter, Yo, I'm bitter Artist: Amine Album: ======================================== SAMPLE 350 ======================================== Saudi77 Song: 34 coins Typed by: AZ Lyrics The red brick residence Benz in the driveway solar pan and sunroof chrome flicking workin' on the wing with the fork gate to the laundry mat uses flow around ya steady beating My head in the clouds as I regulate my quarter a glagger grace the gates some things few others pass and I'm sure to get hot This is not a problem This is a circumstance that's causing you to sin you're making me die, come on passin' me by saying "son you bright you must beoned me", oh yeah passin' by by the laundromat a shady motel with a strap for the dope and at the end of the line you'll get another one This is not a problem naw, naw this is a circumstance that's causing you to sin [B.G.] my side kicks spin stories like Mr. Ripley it's funny I forget things that I forget to say to your lady but it must be like "life is not takin no crap" and you're with me because you're pure so low you get hot but you're not sick I'll give you a quarter if you let me hit the spot but you gotta pay the price you gotta drop a Mattie primitivee im itchy catch me if you ask my chrome shoes got me jockin' like Klouture my brother want to buy the game and put a sun on the Lex and later on in the day if you hear the bell that's the court my moms on the celly phone be actin' hard it's about eleven o'clock and the courtiffs is on the detour and me and Ms. Tee Dee just hit it waiting for the beef to end they look deep into my private glocks they tried to find evidence cause me and Dee Dee I moved out benadium bumpin' Jameson they said "bitch don't get off of my man's dick" dude if you don't get off of my dick I told you to go find somebody else to fuck and they said givin' up the dick to now see that I don't need Downs I need players that be dickin' my way they said we needed dick in the major rung fallin' short at the top prize call it a made runin' I'm in the parotto standin' at the top of the pile put my ass in the inn cause I forgot where I belong This is not a problem this is a circumstance that's causing you to sin that this country to turn and turn, we from dishing to talking bout bitches and the people they be beefin' on me because I'm slanging to them like I'm bacon right? This is not a problem so I'm freestylin' in the flesh suckin' Bunris in the back give a fuck if you want to I'll sock this in the paper spread My message in your dome in the bedroom for the first time when I'm battlin' you with the chest ask me if I'm down when you sleep I'm up on your feet nobel!!! Artist: Bishop Lamont Album: The Confessional Song: What People Do Typed by: ***@***.*** What. People do. (I gotta keep it G'yo Can't nobody else sell me Can't nobody hear me Can't nobody take my hand Can't weong it out Y'all can't kill from me I won't say cuz somebody gone change me I don't think they'll feel from me Them people on the other hand It's really human emotions what's next What's next What's next Give me ya best shot Give me ya people's best shot Your people's best shot (I gotta keep it G'yo Can't nobody else sell me Can't nobody take my hand Can't weong it out Y'all can't kill from me I don't think they'll feel from me Them people on the other hand It's really human emotions what's next What's next Give me the Pepsi Ask somebody who know the deal Know where I come from This was supposed to be Arrowhead Wake up yo day My raps are fake Ya don't know I'm the dude who's claimin' that he can fixa You just a ======================================== SAMPLE 351 ======================================== and play is what I specialize in Empty the budget to find me Mr. GOAT, well you might get what he trying to get Ignored by the cliques, the scene is Russian Roulette Drug dealin and drugs to pay the bills But I never falter from it's noshock Only cause of death eatin from a slug's fist [Hook] (AR.Change. Man) Once upon a time when I first started Cleaned my life up every single night Yes sir, because my mind kept gettin explode'd Each and every day, a ghetto child Worshiped no name, no glory Met a once man who did change Fame, war, honor, music, and first placin The ghetto is gettin deeper, you see Ghetto life, a place where you don't exist Oh yes, it's deep dirty real, deep deep deep) [Verse 1] (Light up) Juju I get down like that Knock the doja out with my hand Niggas know better know That I can only go for a few rounds So run for cover Shots for the blind Shoot 'em in the head Don't miss, that 50 dollar sack chin for the drop That Saddam Hussein thing To do me, son ya Fucking with me Shoot 'em in the head A fucking wipe your brain With a hammer, that'll come like the sun Headshot be diggin in my memories Gonna blow like the sun [Verse 2] I'm trying to recall the twenties And the once, had no cringes And a conversation that were clip-taped Had a teen for a name And shorty old school like G I was sort of an individual On the whole, had a sort of Unique moment Intras and outs and conversations that were heard so Outro we dropped the tracks and the party started The speaker beware, only safe with a sort of voice She put 'em in reverse, coolin off Before we had to meet crooked ass heights I looked up from the crack of dawn and it comes to pass, shorty did you know That time it doesn't seem like you're awake [Backpacker lovin, screwer destroyin, speaker beware] (DJ if you want it no understand, just get the fuck back meee) [Backpacker lovin, screwer destroyin, speaker beware (if you want it) (I mean what are you talkin about, motherfucker survivin) [Verse 3: ScHoolboy Q] I'm feelin gettin fat, hoo-ho-hin Shit, my name is sweet with Christmas bags You can call me Ice-Thing, or Red-eye I party slow, have a sexual feel That just might be my nuttin If you blows the slacker, you might just get nuttin I know that you're a gangsta, but nuttin Why you still suckin my posse's Shorty if you've been workin, then you've passed the pipe And nuttin, why you're gettin sadisin' to the cops I love you and your crew's But nuttin, why do you do that at the White House I guess- I figure that it's your time{?} I'm lookin for you, but you don't seem wanna be nuttin To tell the feds, that your ass was a dead man That's nuttin, I'm expectin' death And I know you've been scared for a while And you don't wanna be friends with me anyway (It's nuttin?) How could this be so nuttin? (So nuttin?) You tried to hide from me, but you know I know that nuttin And this is nuttin [Phanie] (Nigga) It's just like that (Nigga) You don't wanna be a dead man (Nigga) You hate me (Nigga) You hate me (Nigga) You hate me Artist: 2 Chainz Album: Pretty Girls Like Trap Music Song: Rockaware Typed by: AZ Lyrics How did you know that i was different When i told you that i was different Couldn't even wait to see you naked in the moonlight and you so damn pretty and you just wanna be You wanna be me I promise that if you want respect Come with me so we can rock ridin' all night You are the ======================================== SAMPLE 352 ======================================== agree with me Because she know that Oshra', the king be the focus of the rhyme So I'ma shine so I'ma shine so I can compete with this (I'm headed to) Finna get here, relax my soul See my girl and her happy [03 Greedo:] Ready or not, I'm finna get some good eye Turnin the tables if you blessed I let 'em do the full Five They sayin I can't do it But I, look both ways I said, we can do this I said don't talk 'bout the small talk Because it don't fit I said cool, you know your flow Great hair, clean waist and nice toes The flow is on the Ho, but the show is on the low We gon' hit the flo', I'ma drop next And if you can't stand my act, well, you can get the feel I'm just wallowing, why, why, wha (Chorus: Apocalipps) Baby if you ever need some head from a baby Baby if you ever need your baby checked Baby if you ever need your baby pumped And if you need that head from a baby Baby if you ever need to leave And if you need to get your babe back, baby please [Apocalipps] Aye hold up, here we go again With that cheese, baby. Smokin' blunts, drinkin' brews I'm makin' crazy noise for my lady to get with These nuts they can't leave, you gotta get up Get on the dance floor, in for some fun And smoke the candy cane, Sippa.com Play your part, LET'S GO BITCH! Artist: Apocalipps f/ benches, Locksmith Album: Smokefest Song: Smelling That Typed by: pneumatic [Intro] IZombie Nation. What is that? It's that bomb shit right here Thank you,naramos.eu/wlex/ire, Shane [Chorus batsiques] "Smelling that!" [Apocalipps] IZombie Nation. What is that? Spine tingling. What is that? Meditation sitting in my tingling... IZombie Nation. What is that? Spine tingling. What is that? Meditation sitting here for a reason. Let me let me know. I'm knee high in that water baby. hydraulics A hundred percent. Relax. I aint trust the... Nation, no matter what they say. What they do. What they do. They got the ones. That's that's that's the You aint getting out the car. hydraulics A forest of fakes. I need to talk to a few genocidal laws to get my dreams recognized. Yeah, I'm that guy. Let me show you why? Let's get alone. drinks and a smile. Now let's go... [Locksmith] First let me speak. He talks with his hands at feet long like a bird at the bank. But his face is lumpy and lump key I speak many tongues but I'm not a carpetbearer What if I could read you my mind. You'll learn. that's... that would be... innocent to do. but then... let me tell you... What if if tonight I could see you for the first time Look at you baby, you so real. the look on your face is... anger in this life and this power and the might that... This is big pressure baby. Massive let me know... Magnify... shape shifting fracturing...habitual... flowing... daily ...Trials & Tribulations... Trials & Tribulations... Trials & Tribulations... [Aceyalone] Baby what you gonna do? I can... read you this book... said before... I... do your thang Cuz... you... wanna do your thang. What... What if... I thang.. well then baby what [Locksmith] Baby what's up? What's happening? Yo man, I need you to do your thang for me I know you... want to be with me Baby you... I want to... be your... lead Bent over you go to church man Do you need to... learn more? Baby don't you reason... Cuz... you're.. tired out like when we fight Well I can tell When yo' ======================================== SAMPLE 353 ======================================== ed guns) My wounds started hurtin lil' me (All my old school neighbors there ain't no love so dammit) And I'ma keep it G on these bustas and these bustas now Ima people's figures on these big G's for these thugs and thugs I'ma keep it G on these bustas and these bustas now Ima people in the hood and these hoods is my home [Manny Fresh] All I got is broken hearts Always worryin' about myself All I got is broken minds Is broken minds Please stay away from me Is there a time for that I gotta stay young When I die I know that I'm never alone Stay safe when I'm young Look in the mirror and see me Don't let your eyes catch that glimpse Keep on them ways just as you ought You better think hard 'til you get trapped in that trap Don't let your memory slip Never forget where you came from that split you spoke on Keep on them ways just as you ought You better think hard 'til you get trapped in that trap Don't let your memories slip Keep on them ways just as you ought [Chorus 2x] [Baby Bling] I'ma keep my thoughts to myself, I never have to stress Always at my own pace, I don't have to worry Ain't gottaotin' counting blessings, I bust 'em in when I need 'em Like when I'm ready or prepared to act See you in the hotel lobby, get the cuff links on You sayin' momma know but bitch that bitch is down for steak And I'ma be fine long long I ain't wanna stain And I'ma keep it on the real forever now And I see they sayin' I'm trippin' but baby bling ain't what you think And I'ma keep that real for my niggas forever now [Chorus 2x] Artist: Baby Bling Album: Birdman Song: Fly on Air Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Baby Bling] Uh huh Uh huh Uh huh [Baby Bling] In the two thousand and two thousand feet The helicopter In the two thousand and two thousand feet [Chorus 2X: Baby Bling] Fly on air Got the two hundred and two thousand Got the whip Got the shoes I got the phone I got the keys [Baby Bling] I can see you from across the room You got the floor You got the keys [Baby Bling] Got the roll and I got the keys Got the bar, we got the money We fly on air Got the two hundred and two thousand Got the whip Got the shoes, we got the money I got the phone, we got the people [Chorus 2X] [Baby Bling] I can see you from across the room You got the floor You got the keys So you better tuck in Before you start las shit for the bed I'm talking la seven figures Everytime I hit the room everytime You going to put me in the closet [Chorus] [Baby Blingon] In the two thousand and two thousand feet I'm flying baby In the two thousand and two thousand I'm swerving baby In the two thousand and two thousand I'm swerving my lane I got twenty-three shots Round up my people, round up my people I don't know where my people I got some people, they all wanna know me If I'm not for real, then who know what I'm gonna do My mama always told me that I was a rapper That's why I don't drive, press on I was in the blues and I was a pimp I had the look of ??? ??? lifted lifted Look, looks like a lay it down Ain't no more thugging in this game I'm more concerned about my papers And my future and what's to come I know I gotta handle it all with care I know it gets lonely at the top So I'll try to give it up right quick And if you feel it then, come and feel it too [Chorus] [Baby Bling] It's going down I'm feeling pretty broke My real friends poppin' that trash I'm poppin' that paper like I don't give a fuck I don't do much, I can count my paper count fast Shit, I'm a show ======================================== SAMPLE 354 ======================================== missed and lost; Prayin they see you in the afterlife that a nigga was there and that can save you It's like every day I think about the man that was shot Two niggas shot me in the back, need stitches Too many funerals I swear to God I'm praying for you But I take it as a compliment and pray that one out All them mo', one round's how many times I've seen the blood stop All them mo'', two round's how many real niggas I see on my mind Shit I just gotta stop thinking about the hate Nigga I do this for them fake ass hoes And them fake ass hoes I always let them fake ass niggas win Ding dong, drop it dong, bring it back round I'mma stop fucking with them lame niggas Cause I done seen every fake nigga I met blow I done seen every fake nigga I knew blow I-I'm-a hold it down, never For the one time, I did that fucked up thing She say I'm looking at her and that's that bullshit Look at her ass, I don't need nothing there I've been on that fuckin' money girl, I don't need nothing there I've been on that fuckin' money bitch I don't need nothing there You said you want it all, what was that expensive tag? It's like a lienst Don't let nothing come between your life You'll spend it all on these dirty thoughts I don't want no life, I just want a baby And even if I do do die, she'll come around somewhere I do do do, bitch I pray that I get my way I do do do, bitch I pray that I don't die [6LACK & Khalid] I'm not a Blood, but I'm a Blood like Mitch Blease Deada Don, you know this watch got the Trump right Strippers wanna pour me out, robe on, yeah we can do that then Singin' hit songs, livin' my life like I Marlon Brand No longer to blame, a thug likeKEPOP! [6LACK] And I take it back, where I began, back to the trap I recognize the role, that's my first step- ognestial, I'm still here- tryna find me is all I can be Here to clock the blows, them old weed's blowin' my mind Snatchin' them M's when I drop my third, I'm rollin' through your house Under you momma name, your daddy was a nigga Yeah they'll kill a nigga, yeah they'll take your life Yeah, yeah but they're nice bitches, but I'm your best friend She won't let you go, not till I sell enough baby To take your place like foundation You win some, sometimes they lose, really you got to focus Tryna make it in this rap game, revolution for today You can never listen to this rap shit If you stay on the porch with your mama You fuck around some, just dont let go You do change, either the devil come back So you watch the pigeons get done, you caught up in the rapture Watch the blood pour, people cry, won't never be the same again [6LACK & Khalid] I picture this like George Bush Cast against the mirror and its all the same All the while I was blind I see All-star status, these bitches be loving it Gucci, Versace, no it ain't a Fendi I get the money and still get the nickname Gotta keep the pigeons but you might find the keys I backseat, I lean, I give love, you know I gotta keep it G To the death I'm talking that raw It's so natural, it's so non-preima It's all in your mind, it's so non-preima It's all in your mind [Both] 2x It's just natural, it's so non-preima (You talk more then them) It's so natural, it's so preima Artist: 6lack Album: East Atlanta Love Letter Song: Loaded Gun Typed by: AZ Lyrics I got my Glock, full clip All these bad bitchesakin These bags here This crib here And they at the bus stop I got my Glock, full clip All these bad bitchesakin These bags here This crib here And they at the bus stop I got my ======================================== SAMPLE 355 ======================================== reading that'll keep me JoJo He ain't a G, but he's something like AMB His arms like a sail around a sail bow He's so magnetic, girl you can spot when it's red like a beach fritter His feet so arched, they don't look like a archer But they still cost so much to make him stick around But when you give his funky ass beats, shit, he'll turn into a frick and Now all you girls in the club singing Otois You should have seen me two dollars on stage, I knew just how viciously the world does need aid, but it does Gucci in the kitchen The streets is such a b-tch feel it Hook Spoon's gonna make you feel like Pee Wee She want the crown, the crown is gonna cost cha damn Ka-Ka-Ka-Ka-Ka-Ka-Ka-Ka The music got me feeling like Pam from Scratching on niggas Taking that free shit, we do no need to look no further A sister on the dance floor rocking slow Is like a violin and an viola singing like a harp, I'm at my prime like Tarantino Lately, I've been watching you I almost scoped you, I don't wanna buy a million these little things you do pimping like a larking Hook Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra The music got me feeling like Pam from Scratching on niggas On molly, I gave my prescription molly Taking it to the nose as fast as I can Baking soda to the nose as fast as I can blocked blocks, re-rocked those pounds Racing up to the car lot with my grams and my watch Outside, the place where the club is And if you approach me right, I'llettle your spot Hook The music got me feeling like Pam from Scratching on niggas On molly, I gave my prescription molly Taking it to the nose as fast as I can Baking soda to the nose as fast as I can scratching off that ounce got me feeling like Pam from Scratching on niggas On molly, I give my prescription molly Taking it to the nose as fast as I can Baking soda to the nose as fast as I can scratching off that ounce got me feeling like Pam from Scratching on niggas Artist: Audio Push f/ Rich Brian, Lil Yachty, Toilet Album: Goodfellas Song: $ Back in a minute (Word) Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Chorus] I'm paying for this crib on red dirt And I'm probably gonna back break Vicky, You're my baby When I let you down, you're straight New Orleans I'm 20 years on this thang [?] I just got a new record and I'm nice to my friends I just got a surprising amount I'm 20 years on this thang [?] I just got a unbelievable amount [Verse 1 Lil Yachty] Hey Mr. Benton I think I'll pass With the vintage guitar and some pretty fresh records Somebody pay attention and make you buy me a bottle of petune I'm 25 and here to stay Bebecased to this beginnas what we do Keep it to the street 'fore I blow I'mma end it with a question and a thought That will keep me out my misery When will I start to catch a break [Chorus] I'm paying for this crib in a brand new fragrance And when I get out I'm gonna fly to your hooda Oh, I heard you trying to get my weight up But I'm a nigga you can't get your cap peeled I'm a rider, baby you can't beat me While I'm getting fined, G'd up All in my favorite gang, I am what they don't know I ride for my nigga's, and ain't no kind of plans But plenty of gold and platinum rings I go out and get my money stacks When I'm ready I go in the Benz and do my thing [Verse 2 Lil Yachty] When I get out of jail, then I sit back and recale Theagon's a sunny day, diamonds all on my wrist We spend that or we take a cut we ain't never screwed, it's funny I think about the jobs I got, I think about the cheddar I got ======================================== SAMPLE 356 ======================================== since rocky plumage Fascination seeking, fleas float when the daylight goes Will Pitta ago Overdressed Flab or what?playingelfare checks Compulsory offers turned sour Babe, she's a model A lottery dim Hip Hop chews bowels at twice per second Eyes pray to this gene pool A Pisces Most ancient and dangerous [Chorus: repeat 2X: vocalism] Never mind if they're placid Though it sounds barbaric It's better to school these slackers with theSabote I'll show you just how timid these rappers are And theSuffix is fatal Artist: Alexis y Fido Album: Eso Ehh... La Eso Ehh (S) Song: Eso Ehh... Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Verse 1] It's like I am in a dream Again and again and again I am missing like apour And arownas tanning and horta lengua Like a buffet It's like a trilogy It's like a trilogy it's like a trilogy ohhhhhhhhh [Verse 2] He's always there when I must Put my hands on my lap if I need my heat Or I'm missing heat, need I say more boo I need to go to sleep and something to sniff Like sniffing coke and J's Fuck it, need me to crack a nickel and two I'm starting to feel next You don't crack yo lip or have you breathing I said I don't think it's fair And I don't think it's fair If I'm gonna have a life It's gotta take fighting now I'm starting to hate this I can't eat and I can't sleep Making movies, drinking lean Cus when I hang with crew Niggas spillin' drink, you shakin' shake it off Cus ya teeth hurtin' but you don't care You was in BaisleyPlace, girls breakin' open Lipps' You hurt your ass like a whore Come with the music and the laughter The only thing that matters is that you cry [Chorus] [Verse 3] I am the man of the night Without nothing going on, that's why I feel no pain I am known as such thing to do what I wanna do Gotta stand tall and own the empire Even player's gettin' puffed on the imperial But you're not puffin' the ganja out, fuck the will to smoke I wanna own the empire I have no colonies, pre-perials are all fucking around Even suckers from the old nation Foreign land is my pen-bital drivin' me to think All the ways that I've been the one to damage the singer-act Got many foes, the forms don'tremember I entered the match without any problems It's likeracin' careers, the rich people don't play Theyesters keep on tellin' me to look over my shoulder I say, "Grandmother, could you help me out? You're tryin' to reach out, I got a hand of white roses" They say you's too scared to die To feel there's someone going down To keep my spirits from that painful winter "There he is" Here he is... [Chorus] Artist:Alex Dimez Album: Twenty Dimez Song: Keep On Praying Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Peril] Once I was wise enough to write the law, me proceded to dream Everyting nice, murdering and sticking it And if the movie bombed, shell in the kitchen Cleaning up the floors and sopping, like... defense or cure on the first day of trial I was moving keys and a driving isn't around I was druggin hard, with a riding it like a course Slanging pills to your bones, numb in a wood grille Eating shrimp loata, we get to taking it straight out the pound You can feel the heat from my roaches, when the them slowly creep in Laying down a figure six, it's getting late That's the brown face, I'll blow a hole through the side Get back with my balla, and watch my roundumber Big Tymers, now here he go, yeah [Alex Dimez] Riding down the block, where it's sunny Everybody pump up the fucking pump up The pastor ======================================== SAMPLE 357 ======================================== was never wack (Yeah nigga) M.C. was reaching the Attica (Straight to the Attica) The block where I pop my gat (Straight to the block) Any nigga talk is fall (On God) I'll fade your witness if you a pimp (21) That's a lot of seconds (21, bitch) You'll get a Gucci lens if you a pimp (21) This is 21 but your bag is Tuxedos (21) If you coppin' that trap, Weenie, Willy couldn't contain (21) These niggas talkin' bout Cash Money but they really just spoil (They spoil) [21 Savage (Chorus)] Young nigga runnin' up a check every night (Every night) Every night, every night Bling bling bling (Every night) Bling bling bling (Every night) Bling bling bling (Every night) Every nigga I done had a bitch (Every night) I'ma hustla (Grabbas, Blymph) If a nigga want it with me I'ma beat it (I'ma hustla) With this bitch Rosedine,urex, what's up with that ass (On God) Bitches wanna jock me, if I make a nigga sick (Straight to the point nigga) Every night, on my ‘em I'm busta (Bling) I'ma cut to the floor nigga (21, 21) Diss 'em Red, I'ma do some'ing bad (21, 21) Show me young woman wanna be Trina (Straight to the grunrrrrrr) But a nigga like Trina aint a motherfucka [21 Savage (Chorus)] I'm just on my throne Got my Bow train rolling Don't smoke that bitch smoke Also don't throw that bitch out Straight to the fuckin' mountains Catch me rolling with some My piece of the original era Full-ride In-Ca-Wit-I [21 Savage (Chorus)] Straight to the fuckin' mountains (X4) [21 Savage] Through the eyes of a beast I still remember them fucking seconds I like 'emigators like anky Man I sneeze on you niggas And I create for them Treat 'em woozy With my pistol and I extra cup Ya'll niggas don't really want it Man I guess they like what I'm in it Get ya prevised And I'm a tell you what's on my mind I'm a lethal. My piece of the original era Full-Ride Had 'em crowdsurrse (Straight to the ceiling) Cause I'm damn tears when I got married (21) Won't drive you out (No, we ain't no where) Ya'll haters. I'll break you a leg and take you to the afterlife (21) I stay prayed up and shit I ain't rarely (Nah) I kill my opponents just to make a witness (Pardon me) Got a team with just six hammers all up in the project space (Ace) So if you with it live, eat or die (Eat or Die) I keep my nine in my truck jerkin' off so quick (Yeah) The coonitentary down to earth and we sleep deep (Yeah) A nigga don't want a fight, I don't need one, niggas accurate (On God) Gettin' wet like a swisha, bitch you can spot (Spot) Every bag I take is heavy (Heavy) My brother got shot so many times that I lost a fist (21) And that's the last thing me and my gun would spit (Shit) Every young nigga getting killed (Pop) Pop pop popped popping me Poppin' poppin' pop pop me Puttin' glass poppin' pop me Puttin' glass poppin pop me Puttin' glass poppin pop me All these bottles poppin' pop me Hey don't pass me the drink I don't give a fuck All these girls after me Puttin' glass poppin' pop me Hey don't give me the fuck You just need a 20 stacks All these cars chock on me Whoa, hello fuckin' Shante Put me in that "E" I'm top notch I'm like Marlon Brando with a top notch handshake Sick of seeing all these ======================================== SAMPLE 358 ======================================== 'O Marco and Coca with no sugar water So before you bleech on em, I put my pipe in your chest(Pipe?) Yo, bloody! He started screamin' So Bubba stepped in, grabbed his gun, ran And that's when shots ricochet... hit em He was dead Then he was limping Yo the bullets hit him like a bullet hit an oxygen mask He started breathing, but he was stoned Yo, his eyes was swollen, he wheezed, his chest was weak Yo, the lady started laughin', but he couldn't keep up She said he was outta health, maybe his mother's offspring But fuck that, it's all a part of the plan Fool, yo you don't know? (Chorus) Just another Saturday night ay I was ghost stopping Asiana models in Arizona they stop at fifteen Miss, we gonna buy you a drink but before we can go I need you to give me more So as I hit the dance floor I hear the sirens speak I'm wishin' party don't pop off I guess it won't big up Oh don't touch me You can always pull the silver kind It's like I'm at the junior high Getting my dick sucked by Lady Mary So as I lose my mind, I open my eyes Thought she had a man but I'm more confused I lost control ?? mind, feet first It's time to grow up I'm proud of you mamma so I do what I gotta do I hope you still raised me well (Why you, gotta be, so...so innocent-wannabe) (Chorus) Just another Saturday night ay I was ghost stopping girls in their 20s with fine ass feings no disguise, no knowledge, no knowledge Oooh child, guess you still virgin no knowledge, no knowledge I hope you still got that (girl talking voodoo music from beginning) now, you gotta, gotta respect your lady if you don't respect your lady then she ain't your lady, no longer your lady baby, you gotta respect your queen gal start meue me intro, my lady sister, George, Weezy Force, makin my queen Weezy Force, makin my queen If you ain't in my kingdom, you need to yer your little one, you can (Chorus) Just another Saturday night ay I was ghost stopping girls in their 20s with fine ass feings no disguise, no knowledge, no knowledge Oooh child, guess you still virgin no knowledge, no knowledge I hope you still got that (Around the Verse) I'ma ride for my queen when I make my love tap to the sky see I'm a needle in a haystack, gotta tap so you're free push up rough like a back pull, push up in a mild plus I've been thinking about you all night, I told you all wrong, but I never ever heard about this and I can't tell if I'm getting well cause I'm just saying in my head "Baby if this love is real and I'm the one, I would be I would love to hear you make yo' self forget the pain" Artist: Weezy Album: Big Smokers Club Song: Can't leave Typed by: Cno Evil [Chorus 2x: image of Weezy] I ain't gotta tell you why I do it, hustla I ain't gotta tell you why I do it, hustla Gotta keep it real to meolia I ain't gotta tell you why I do it, hustla I ain't gotta tell you why I do it, hustla Gotta keep it real to meolia I ain't gotta tell you why I do it, hustla [Word To God] Quick money haulin, pullin out your strap Put some to your brain, and you grin, thats alright And you loaded, if you know what I mean If you know you poke, not my parades And you bang, keep that change you said your on When you pulled up, you look like you tougher than Cheeky Cheek Niggas didn't have my click on Wipe ya my party cause ya swooned You da keep it real, you don't know me like I'm description You see I'm bout my doe, not your parades [Chorus 2x] [Lil' Keke] From my humblezzle, to ======================================== SAMPLE 359 ======================================== ID Who got the huffy pants? Which one of them made it to the dance floor? Why do you say that I give a smile? Talked to the dogs 'til they both jiggled When I get dizzy, I'm like, "Baby jiggles" Then they gave me a standingolson papi dough that they stabbed I'm usually a hard hitter but every now and again He has the same look I have to either bat or be a cholo I simply, simply bleep it cause I'm so damn rowdy! Verse 2: I can rhyme enough light a righteous path passing biblical trials claiming to be a prophet I'm too dope to be a drug abuser but I'm too Dover I'm 'bout to seal this double-ohy microphone will make a stain on the sneaker man, I know I got ki's and I rap too deep And when it's hostile, man, I'm drug growin' up to a stoolie like them bitches damn that's alot of ass but yo, man, you either in or you not Q-Tip in a fight with two young jacks one white (never both) and a pair of gold teeth but both of 'em give rimshot but act like theyavage if they get brains on court when theySunday shooter shit you rather see the mothafuckin' blood splatter all over your sneakers and they be like Q-Tip this, aiyyo, that's him I have rappers walkin' around walking the dog But they talkin' shit at every turn ignorant little selfish kids with shitty feet cause when you get played, who has control? you could beiah but .44's ain't jockin' your freak and the empty nina'll be lastin' your ass cause back in the day I broke ankles for free I'd rather players kneel and sing then choke on the reseem but tonight, I'm... (?coughing?) Verse 3: I'm on the mic, I'm the king Spit the jam, also rhyme in my rimes you heard of me? Aiyyo, I'm also an entertainer lucky to stumble upon me I'm always in the mix However number nine, I'm the ripper chosen by the brothers in blue you wanna stumble upon me? Well, catch me by the house if you wanna come rhymin I got a ambiance it's a party I can't understand when you give me a mic I'll give you a mon Verse 4: Now I'm Noyd the ringmaster I'm ether when you other niggas diss I'm somethin with the voice and the rhymes It's such a mille monomoney you listen to the rhyme aerobics Then you're gonna get the harm Not a little busta dust, cause I'm a she-beah You wanna get the amazin? I'll send you a note so you can get your dazzlin tell my carefree miss, cause I'm comin And if you don't know I go berserk And if you don't wanna get defarried Then you can get your wreckless Not a split does born on the split please And now I see that I'm a split Jones I hit you with water but you move to the surface You try to fly but you got to wait for the carefree Verse 5: Baby baby you ain't got time to be clown Don't bother with clown and don't be scared up in your basement I'll make you say your number then start strokin Bustin' that face with the frown that's on your face You try to run? I got work to do But you played games and the game you played So by the time I get to your house I'm finished You played the fool and now you think you cool I'll let you have it with your beautiful back But keep clowning and I'ma break down for you Chorus Outro: Mr. Mixx Love the way you do that dance The way you do that dance Yeah, Yeah, You know you like that Lemme show you a lil' somethin' Baby you've got to stop what you doin' Let's dance for real, Let's dance tonight Ain't nann one of us, you gots to be cool Don't try to scratch ours, we still players If you got skills, just step up twos If you got game, just holla at the C ======================================== SAMPLE 360 ======================================== . Artist: Asheru f/ Talib Kweli, Chino XL Album: Mood Swing 12" Song: Mood Swing Typed by: Cno Evil [Chorus: Asheru, Talib Kweli (Chino XL)] Can't see me, (I don't see you, I just see you) Mood swinging, swing, swinging mood swing (I don't see you, I just see you) I don't see you, I just see you [Asheru:repeat 4X] I don't wanna change and can't see change I'm gonna maintain and keep stacking my pesos Sunny on the beach with waves I'm ready to conscience Just form my thoughts upon the promise of a brighter tomorrow I'm not a fiend but I see no limit to what I can be [Talib Kweli] I'm not your average hype I'm in the zone in the morning with the songs in the bottom of my hand Start to analyze my vibe Freeze me and the planet will just loose control I'm not a Mongoideter myanc atop Tightl heads won't loom no more anasificial limbs programmed to talk I barely know my lines These are real but probably false Dreamcast of a better world, I imagine Verbal telepathy vided Oval Office This a telex- based world and I don't play I'm feeling sorta lonely I scan a polerator with holographic pictures of me and the world bank and I watch Sean and Angel fen I-S 3 swarmin' reeling in a Dior frame (yeah) watch party (are you with it? Uh huh) shake it (yeah) get a big buzz don't say a los If not for real you would quit life for real Entire speech hard (yeah) star crossed (yeah) gonna miss you like I've been waiting for this then I gotta embark on this I wanna turn this whole world round (ok) [Chorus] [Asheru:repeat 4X] don't wait for a love story just jump on a high horse and keep bouncing south pole to the vicious recession battling with recession stays in frame real love story never leads to violence just stay in your bubble you make it and you let it go real sensual, naughty, naughty (yah) [Asheru] you writing on a blank page with words that are harder to see in the plane lay the peace of mind that the words you chew may indeed be burdens some will probably feel the same as you do short for the opposite of me at odds with your will the boogie is a boogie the mission is to break the foundation you will see time in the day that's the word that I speak it's like that yo im gonna play it boy it's a fact you run from the gun but the name slips like a fact you've got to leave it alone some people go the other way around some people go the other way around [Chorus] Mood Swing.... Soulisin... [Chorus] Artist: Asheru & Blue Black (Unspoken Heard) Album: GraduatedTuTu Trade High EP Song: Complicated Typed ***@***.*** [Chorus] Complicated, you can't understand it Long nights, I've been thinkin bout you lately Don't know why I diss her It's kinda been gone over the last couple months A new loss, her love is gone away A new loss, girl, you're hard to replace Can't believe she's gone away [Asheru] I heard you was jealous of my bubbly You like anything you need to do So next month they play us together I'll see to this thing that it's too late I just want to work it out from the start And I know you'll figure that out tonight No more feeling part of me Because the thing that kept me free was songs of mystery I've been a addict for these cocoons I free my mind But now I free the heart I've been holdin Girl I think it's funny How those the same years Different years Same verses, same thoughts, same feelings But the same focus The same struggle To be Blacked out, rich, relaxed, dazed, cynicsperate But the enemy is not myself I define fame through what I have ======================================== SAMPLE 361 ======================================== station Draped my bed mandatory and my head was straight up when I was prayin' Lookin' at my hand like I�m blessed Recognizein�t stolen from me Someone please write it down knowing that I'm innocent Nobody knows I cheated on my wife but you gonna know (tis the Lord blessed you) The time fo life is next but never do I want to miss but something gotta give tonight all my life partners are dead and I�m a reminder (why) Hook At night you can light your favorite candle Tight draws and candles Your favorite candle light Tight shades and books Your favorite Tight No one knows what you choose But like We will never find ever dope someway It's not fair to me Cuz when Wise One day you Will hear my sirens cry Repeat 3x Spins my gift hanging'em to the skies knock the lights out all my dreams to tell you about the day I�m gonna be here for a while Eternal, I�ll be floating Seems like somebody died, somewhere deep inside my heart I�m a little scared, but I�m ready for a life without sin So they�re gonna be all good people Answer the phone, �no,� reservation is not an option Listening, talking, not cussin� on the phone What�s up I�m never in a hurry this is what life must be like Seems like fate done play dirty Love turn out to be all one Wrong, wrong, yes This is for my brothers listen� here's for my friends I suggest you take these five actions and leave your answers blank Like �No one�s ready to deal with this Do you got what I mean? I�m sinning No one knows how it ended But I can�t complain About a woman who I felt was too pure Now I know exactly how it ended With a dark black heart Repeat 4x Fame Nap apu thunder loot wreck apu thunder loot wreck apu thunder loot wreck apu thunder loot wreck apu thunder loot wreck apu thunder Artist: Apathy Album: The Sickest Truth Song: Doctors, Drums and the Politchmen Typed by: ***@***.*** Chorus: Demigodz, they wanna kill me? Well, here's a heck no Put on my darts and throw on my style This is what we live [Demigodz] I'm dangerous, raw dog like Pat Boone I'm nice, no rags to money Nice in my vee jeans and my socks Smoking weed up on my iced tea The club is screaming out "Apathy please!" This is for player-haters Who be smoking in kush in the club Smoking like it's okay, loud and loose When it's all said and done, it's a wrap Don't be an autopilot Got you open to that ne-esh Don't get me wrong, type me on top of the bandwagon It's Apathy,idas and Coke that got your brain whirly When it's talking in codes like Johnnyoyal and Heineken [Verse 1] I could tell you that you a bunch of wannabe drug dealino' Who's Davidony? Widely considered the great; but I never met a day in my life that could lace me with vibrato I'd rather go to war with an Apache dressed in human flesh And let that bastard decay It's understandable, weed smoke might make you stronger But that's the life if you wanna live and give your last{?} You gotta give something to something Something to me that's relative Yeah, you probably move past the drama to just ease your fears They say you gotta write something special Something that can last all day I need you to believe me Delicious, perfect, y'all can't find it They got it, they see me walking to the G're Repeat Chorus 2X (Verse 2) Yeah I'm on this one hell of suicidal acid acid Any kind of high, candle wax, just mention me when I fear you Any kind of fire, and your flame golden, guess I ======================================== SAMPLE 362 ======================================== on your chest or bust Out Bitches, I'm on my gang hustlin' Comin' up to gender woman's mouth with a trick like J.D. Juss kick trippin' Bitches keep talkin' but freeze respect Woman, I gatta tape choose an area or a freak Tell her what you want she handle it like my pager Blow, blaow, I'ma be on my gang hustlin' Tell her what I'm bout I'm Tryin' To Chill (Chorus) Gang Banger Bitch keep your lip shut You Might Thump That Man Gang Banger Biatch [Verse 4] I Thump That Man Who Thump That Who Thump That You're Gangsta Bitch I Thump That I Thump That I Thump That You Get Thressed I Thump That Niggas hear it and keep it discreet I Thump That I Thump That Biatch You Play With Families Chickens wear L's The doors go up, the doors don't stop Niggas Thug about it, they Thug About it They Thug About it When we Thug about it Same Thug about it [Bakarii] I Thump That But don't Repeat That But If You Can't Get It Blunt You Getstarted Flush I cheat on you And You'll be Swallowin' Stackin' Bitch you Like Satchmo you Baddest Baddest nigga in this planet I Told you you'd be cool Who A.B. is That The Baddest Bottest Bottest Give a fuck Nigga How You Want It Baddest nigga I could ever give it Give a fuck Nigga How You Want It Baddest Nigga How You Want It People tryna fuck with it Give a fuck People try to fuck with it Give a fuck Nigga How You Want It [Bakarii] Give yo ass a beatdown And I don't give a fuck Nobody give a fuck He keep on talking shit But if you Holla Tell him let him off the leash Fool I'm your world Ain't nobody give a fuck Bakarii better pull up Snatch yo man's hood Then I'm gone [Hook] Stay on yo heels Stay on yo hoes And stay on yo Don P's Don P whats next Stay in QB Sittin' in a committee Sippin' on don dabo HA! It's that mosquito who who done raped this Food I just dinner plate I'm giving you my word I won't bite or bite anymore It ain't slur flakes it's sera drunky You dig what I eat Keep money in my pocket EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE Affirmative Never resist Never turn or pull up I got the feds and they hunt you down In jeds killers on the scene Lookin' for the suckers trying to get me That's word to every mother or dad or brother or sister trying to guss The Blakarii Constitutionalists don't wanna see this Don't figure that I'm walking around with thatakami Nigga, thats how I is walking around Every nigga think they immortal They just got tattoos saying they got the life I got the hammer and the cane And all my gangstas in the cell Catch me strugglin' Runnin' smackin' black Niggas don't wanna takeen it there They don't gotta have no class They can wear they jeans and pens Takin' they get insan is a must Don't worry about it there Bitch, gimme that gas again Nigga gimme that sip again I'm thinkin' gimme that sip again I'm tryin' drink again Give me your drink if you need me You know that I need you While I'm layin' in this bed Nigga in this prison Thats that nigga who said Hook Artist: The Beatnuts f/ Melonie Album: Stone Crazy Song: 9 to 5 Typed by: ***@***.*** The Beatnuts Here we go with these monsters and let your blood leep test us (don't miss the 3 ring) ======================================== SAMPLE 363 ======================================== already Poison coke, ounces of which was imported Clueless skin, the Henny, piss got thicker And the rest got subtracted Rubber band the knots, Vogues on the Dreamville innocence, dipped in mistakes but underlying that was libertine posturing, hop, Rum, Henny and lobster To be specific � Vodka, Henny and lobster � [Chorus: LaToya Williams] Lavender and sweater Real ranchers got no place here Art on my feet Water on my heels 100K in my pocket Bitch trust me, I'm real [Verse 3: Chris Brown] I met a Puerto Rican bitch by Hollywoodouses Kissing a Puerto Rican bitch I met a Puerto Rican bitch Not bad but say I was plottin on her And a thick bitch, but she still count down on me 3K, money still the order that I'll be serving You might seen me on flights Block Raideras on TV, P.D. Catch meocking Skrrrraw...pussy! 90's Doc with that sclk...hold up...watch me dip'play' Got a little style, that I know you'll change's Love the kid though, I'm a flex it I'm a ty it if you yah go buy it You know the Doc got it, if not I'ma start some shit I'm a 69 king like Matatov, ya throat need a En spoiled I'm getting married kind of ugly, it aint wrong son [Chorus: LaToya Williams] Lavender and sweater Real ranchers got no place here Art on my feet Water on my heels 100K in my pocket Bitch trust me, I'm real [Verse 4: Chris Brown] You marks can't touch this Told mommy I was bad bet this she love me some hip hop Weed in my brain can give you this I rubbed your back like lather I'm the shit so I breathe like weed Like God I'm Massing like Chris was baptized The first letter of the A-B-C ain't letter V Get your Desert Eagle and tell God I'm blessing it Word to God, weed can mess up your legs I got Christian friends can blame 'em but Satan's a faggot Hit me with the fountain just like I'macking a rapper Just last week I was mentioned on your list, prayin' on my knees Christian try stopping the flow 'cause I be preachin' from a space Maybe a fader or a more drastic drug If I don't know you the king I'd hate you Bitch, fast or slow? Is you talking to me Chilling in the mall with them mallrats bought it On the stove or what? [?] Is it lions or tigers? Or some savage fish Here's a picture of my life and you can't change the picture I'm dying for some hip hop this is I'm fast or slow? For the word of Christ I'm dying for God, my pen and my dice this is In the street, funky or straight dope? This is In Godness this is In Godness this is In Godness this is [Chorus: LaToya Williams] I'm rare like rare flowers You get what you need Like I'm rare like rare flowers You go with the flow Every night I'm lucky enough to be lucky Love one day (love the song) The love is never dying Cause I am the product I am not a creature {?} Except for my hip hop I am what I am I am not a brown paper I'm anthrax I'm lucky enough to be hip hop I am what I am {?} [Verse 5: Quavo] Uh, sit down you wang~! Ha ha Hang like you had a stroke of bad luck I'm doped up but dumber than augs And dented, dented but sober than a poppy seed Got a box of douche powder that I'm blessed to mix and dip in For the words are text I said 'I'm in the zone' Got me blessed to say Everything spiritual Everything spiritual Uh, Boom! Many are called out but few are heard So we, let's break these hearts and break these jaws I'm in the bub In the bub In the bub In the bub In the bub In the bub In the game I'm a weed head In the game I'm a beast In the game I'm a nigga I'm alright I'm dope In ======================================== SAMPLE 364 ======================================== ume, hood rich bitches on the corners Believe what you want and next thing you're a newscaster Mix a little liquor between your pack Dip di Rupas, watch my dick shake So sweetly, Venus, butts gettin' thick We mic check the set in like Astronemy Full time G.Y.D. and I rap the same day Ne-eta, when I fly, baby mama lay on her back Baby tek a small MC to fill ya back 'Fore you lay me on back like a coffee bean And I'm thinkin' about my bobo boyfriend - yo Come to find out he's cheating, me and him go together like ayssey [Chorus] You're alfreshest nigga in the club with your pretty smile I'm paying for it, you a spendin it You a come with a wack bitch and you don't even know it I'm on the move, I'm on the move all night long 'til you fall You know me and you know I'm givin in I wasn't even a king I was a tyrant [Verse 2: Ace Hood] I was bleed by the cognac gone come along didn't see you then wasn't there right around the corner you ain't got to believe what I say naw nigga you better believe cause this what it's feelin when the throttle up slidin and slide quicker than Ric Flair or take your clothes off in finer fashion ourgeois whores even branched off but don't slip the 'huh say truth about the image you're worth you cruisin' the boulevard matchin' the star the reaper show ya face at the funeral you never appear for the fake lord gave you a code uWav and rip from ya mental this is where the weed at the dead stop, red pill at the clubSpace at the funeral The Home Alone's hard rock hard to handle crappy rhythm and I was ghost but I did it you tried to break but you can crush it's the tragedy you can't if you can't, never will be the last old silly voice sayin', I remember the days when I was virgin this is stuff I never had to think of [Chorus] You're alfreshest nigga in the club with your pretty smile I'm paying for it, you a spendin it You a come with a wack bitch and you don't even know it I'm on the move, I'm on the move all night long 'til you fall You know me and you know I'm givin in I wasn't even a king I was a tyrant [Bridge] You're alfreshest nigga in the club with your pretty smile I'm paying for it, you a spendin it You a come with a wack bitch and you don't even know it I'm on the move, I'm on the move all night long 'til you fall You know me and you know I'm givin in I wasn't even a king I was a tyrant [Verse 3] The phone came like a bible trip a bunch of lost souls a whole generation to young juveniles when they was in the bible seats I'm life will get bucked caught in the womb just because you born so don'tThinkBad don't wanna die I wanna live Just don't wanna cry I wanna try Just wanna hang I wanna try Don't wanna die My grandaughter told me she fell in love with a different nigga told me when I grow up I'll still be around these red bones I'll still be around these blue bones I'll be around these blue bones I'll be around these blue bones my mom raised me in a mansion you might spot me in the crowd but not in the club only thing on my mind was dreams I never really minded maybe cuz I feel like there's aonder here's where I'm at the door door Even I was startin' to feel frustrated .Caressin' like a cry pains that I felt .Crysis Sometimes I start cryin' from the start .Caressin' repeatedly No success Tryin' to make a dollar out of mama In pennies Tryin' to make a quarter Tryin' to count my ones from ma cheese to soda But all frustrated start to cry at night Feel like I'm stuck in this underground city All bitches feel me ======================================== SAMPLE 365 ======================================== as we simply slip into a trance Like masturbation, acid trips, heroin scented blends We'll be rocking uncomfortable knick Props being provided by a number one soundtrack That evening, we bumped the Alibyou Swinging while we rhyming Just like the boys out in Hammerland, uhhh Drifting from one Chinese style into the accent of the song Killing these words is a negative I come from the opposite with my Chinese heritage Make you feel Chinese in a foreign land Like the land of Oz weolves and drakes Evil Chinese and evil cheetahs Living symbiotically with deer Chillin the spirit of the local beast familiar from the Dead Weather We always wear our universal bullion In case you outside trying to play it cool Artist: The 7A3 Album: Coolin' in Cali Song: You Don't Know Me Typed by: ***@***.*** (You don't know me) [ VERSE 1: Bret E.B. ] A heads above, a legs well above A neck full of bends so the watch keeps You know I'm packin a vest to quell The strength of a famous mob boss Face down, cold as a snake A head's usually seen on Mexican-born criminals Inories eat like Mexican buffet You bug like a chicken then flee When it's time to act you run Like an accident Mouth to mouth, you ain't even gotta say it (You don't know me) Everytime I see you You know I'm packin a vest Mouth to mouth, you don't gotta say it You don't know me (You don't know me) But I had to teach you about the way the body Shapes and veins shift Move with the might You move me Like aleon glowing Floating Maroon head Shapes and veins Hook Every time I see you You don't know me (You don't know me) But I must admit That the weakness's steam Forgot to realize I'll never see That shadow Of mine And I must admit Sometimes these words don't do what they should (You don't know me) You don't know me Hook Every time I see you You don't know me (You don't know me) But I must admit Sometimes these words don't do what they should (No, no) You don't know me (You don't know me) But I must admit Sometimes these words don't do what they should (No, no) You don't know me (You don't know me) But I must admit Sometimes these words don't do what they should (No, no) You don't know me (You don't know me) But I must admit Sometimes these words don't do what they should (No, no) You don't know me (You don't know me) But I must admit Sometimes these words don't do what they should (No, no) You don't know me Artist: 7L & Esoteric Album: The Soul Purpose Song: Play itakeshop Typed by: ***@***.*** [ VERSE 1: Esoteric ] I'm losin my angel tounge, laughin a lot cause I'm +Deadlines+ And plus I'm sick of these rappers gettin short cuts and blue bragging Off in my wake they always steal the flow And that's just cause I'mma say it I hate the ones that say that I'm an asshole Lyin' about "the wise man and the free will" I don't rap for free, I make music Make money off your writing, sick, bitch I make a lot of cash See, you can keep the berries but you wanna rap for free Haha, bitches, that's right, you can't say that you're lame I'm a living legend in every hood And they still want to know how I got this far I used to buss at Benihana, Belly JuJu had the saloons open I used to rock throw 'em to the ceiling Beano said, "The shit is thunk, please" I used to bake meth in the shade A young rap star from the future Used to do stand-up comedy Now I roast anaconda drivers Back in my day ======================================== SAMPLE 366 ======================================== Blocks Soul rapidly Flavor Flav Thriller absorbed Blood to the mental, states of a savage Vanishing like psychic missions, (Soulo lip clone mission) Each one, follows the next, has the domino fall Verse One: cerisee partner Aiyo, I'm tellin ya All these people are juss trying to reach ya And we can take the Bus cause it is so dangerous And the size of the monument But everybody knows that we have no competition All this point that yo money's based on You dynamite, trying to get money by any means But I see through that and annoint ya You harrin Hendrix Geah, I know they can't wait To touch ya, so gimme my hand And the South is fornication Cop a watch or a ring, it'll be a death wish I miss my baby mama and I say to them, "Sincere hustlin' and these checks gon' grace me" They get inflators and quickeners Get ya ass up, then they double up Chorus Verse Two: MC Serch Look at how we rocked back in the days They tryin to give us Stick andawa (shit is fake) But we don't sell no rarity You see we have more rhymes than barbiturates Dependin on who rock what spots You catch theister and all, first place Nigga, we ready to goes Let the battle begin, and we destined to win It's time to handle What's goin do is let a whole bunch of niggas learn to hop And if they don't wanna start that business, why... Chorus Verse Three: Pete Nice I'm gonna get down on the concrete, homicide Live at the Putaama with this bullet porta potica I need a shot cuz the bullets I'm gunning with Is coming clumsily, it's like a tiger's orangutan trample your tranquillity You gone get with a wild rider, you gone be a victim of a crazed rancher The more they run with me, the farther they'll go and combine They tied up along the line, they tied with the gun When you lay down to chopped, I'm your next of kin I have you screaming don't shoot me, I'll never be the same All I know is I'm supposed to do this shit with you So give me all of my money, give me all of my fame You ride with me, you ride with me, you die with me You lie with me, you lie with me, you die with me I have you screaming don't shoot me, I'll never be the same Chorus Artist: Above the Law Album: Legends Song: It's Only Hip-Hop Typed by: ***@***.*** [Intro] Greetings, My name is Above the Law, this is Curtis. I'm finally home Welcome to the E-S This is Curtis Mayfield. Can I holla at another strong? Mcconado, if you will. Call me when you tired of the stress. Curtis Mega. Forever yours truly, man [Verse 1] I'm telling you the circumstance Is makes a brute force attack you Just to kill you It's the common bond between brothers In the struggle all they wanna be is pushed back It's the bond that will pay the wages It's the bond that will pay the dues It's the bond that will pay the wage It's the bond that will pay the wages It's the bond that will pay the wages [Chorus 2X: Kung Oute] When I step in the studio You know the man is Do-rag And keep it with you And I'm the man to feed the fam So that they know Don't know me You trick You Told me trick Told me five Told me half T-tock Screw That's a whole lot of tap You know the man's about to make a mess [Verse 2] You tap me? You dirty tap me You just sprinkle me To the bread like part of the cake That's a whole lot of Push Po drop Not a single thing said You know the man's slow Not a rapper, quite sure That's a whole lot of hand claps For every single night For every single day Artist: B.T. Album: City ======================================== SAMPLE 367 ======================================== pop Everysaid she love me Would she swallow me Can't be mad would she swallow me Ain'tMs Paul where you at Lets Jus'HaveYouAt lets go Let that ***@***.*** [Jus] Show me some pride... I know you do You should be about that Everytime I do my thang Even though its hard to stand out from all the ones that's since died [Chorus] Niggas wanna fight me, (yeah) but I won't let you stop my shot Niggas wanna fight me, but I won't let you stop my shot I need to see a doctor soon-ly Niggas wanna fight me, but I won't let you stop my shot Niggas wanna fight me, but I won't let you stop my shot Be sure to watch out for: Niggas that's up to no good Those that play misnow they get you Snittin' your own hand Let it seep thru the magazine Baby whats yo' name? at the sign on my tag I know you wanna fight me, (uhh) but I won't let you stop my shot I need to see a doctor soon-ly Niggas wanna fight me, but I won't let you stop my shot Niggas wanna fight me, but I won't let you stop my shot I need to see a doctor soon-ly [Jay-Z] My tour begins where I lay, your dick cause I dump it on the stage? With bitches sitting ducks, born and raised in the oil sandbox, guns go up when the block come down Spit hollows till a nigga full his palm black Gangsta function, pull the trigger doja, I see my watch bracelet on My gangstas chop heads like Tae Kwon doja Ask all the fast food where J made that shit. [Tearjah laughter] Now dance to the funk laid on a spoon That's the patty cake flow, I'm gone honey. [Chorus] [Scarface] Yeah I do it like this, you know what I'm saying? Blaze with niggasoks, they don't fight with fellows Come to the store, get at my weed, try my Cristmen, they'll make you take off Virginity's was what I was built to endure I'd die to kill a nigga motherfucking, yo, I'm faded I guess it's the way that things go when you growing yearene Yeah, Chris Ward is a killa of it, got the flow was raised Cool, why ain't my daddy here? I'm grown, yo He ain't like that, he ain't could step to me I get that prop real quick, go call down my brotha Really got to that fight..not over that mic you spit.. You sucker for light, I give you dykes the brains No doubt, hollow tips, pop niggas with dumb shit [Scarface] Who got the mic monkeys, the Killarmy clique I claim half of my product is wrapped Under wraps on hand clugs What do you know, these niggas act right Run up if you say the truth Get your ass shot, anraped if you trying to get woke Nigga breath on my gun, weed inside my lungs This for my dead homies still in the streets Who got the gats, the clips and the mothafuckin' strap Tell Lord own know that he's passing on his seeds Dumb niggas that talk is bull shit Like me, you ain't hear shit Like Paul's ilregation, clique full of niggas with image It's semi-automatic, keepin' my name off your chest Trying to portray the picture, but I ain't shoty I'mma have to bust a bitch in her moon beak Only reason I ain't gon' blast in ya face is cause I was witness as I rock around 910 aKW You ain't heard, this Killarmy shit for real [Chorus] Artist: 9th Prince f/ RZA Album: Granddaddy Flow/Protect Ya Neck Collection, Vol. 1 Song: We Like to Be Soldier Typed by: Cno Evil [ RZA ] Yo... Niggas pushed ya seat back, pulled ya shirt Talkin' that shit 'till you piss on ya spouse He coughin' that shit, Never your best one He coughin' that shit, These ======================================== SAMPLE 368 ======================================== an, cause the price is right The verbs that rolled brown, rubbed us chucks to get high Tdad brown brother, now I'm H-Town mayor All this currency created will it never be real, do it right [Chorus] - repeat until fade Artist: stockpile f/ Jay-Z Album: Poison Song: S.O.B. Typed by: ***@***.*** [Stockpile] Bitches better watch what you say before millions on your bed And the world looks funny with stockpiles on it Stockpile's the motherfucking muthafuckin' home Make mouths move, you're stolen All over the place with flies flying back You're not from the state, but I'm from the heart Catch me in the sky Slipped up, Valdosta Style Fly you're falling down So fuck what these hoes say Me and my dawgs share Thatched up, Rollin' Dime Low Beneen, hard face Paper can't hide from us Paper can't hide from us Never claim that you're real You fake like everybody's dressed the same [Jay-Z] Bank room, he wrote this Oh, what a name I thought of Bankroll, I'm way to high I dream of good hoes, bankroll I'm high like a 20 a m.d. In the back with a hipsta bar I'm on my wave like a throwed guillotine She take my drink, I'm snacking like a sandwich Walk across the map, like a bird of silence She know she's mine, I don't need her Spent 20 g's on a fallacy I'm high like Casper in the hummers Blowin haze in the sweats I'm over the banister in your Winter Feel the heat from this project hallway Its 2012, target practice You in the murcallous for so much My project hallway scene is four white guys Pulling out multi-colored M4's to stomp While I'm singing The Blacker Happy birthday baby This life of ours, kept up with modern things Because it's survival of the fittest They another dog, they another dog They another dog, they some other street baby Firewater, chalk, whatever brings us some illary, cans may spill over it You'll get burned by it Divided by the morals of it all, yeah They another dog, they another dog They another dog, they some other street baby Fire water, water Na na na na na (Na na na na na) Na na na na na (Na na na na na) Na na na na na (Na na na na na) Na na na na na (Na na na na na) Na na na na na (Na na na na na) Na na na na na (Na na na na na) Na na na na na (Na na na na na) Na na na na na (Na na na na na) [Bankroll Fresh] Police cannot find us They cannot find us InHungry,Hungry Baby, they cannot find us They cannot find us, can you feel me? Na na na na na (Na na na na na) Na na na na na (Na na na na na) Na na na na na (Na na na na na) I am worthless, I am very lonely I am very lonely, I am very lonely Is you crazy? I am crazy I am crazy, I am very lonely If I leave this earth I leave this earth I am so lost, I am so so lost I am so lost, I am so so lost Na na na na (Na na na na) Na na na na na (Na na na na) Na na na na na (Na na na na na) Cause people always talking over these and saying how we escaping It's not crazy, it's just saying I chose this life, this perfect timing So just know I would die for Africa Na na na na na (Na na na na) Na na na na na (Na na na na na) Na na na na na (Na na na na na) Na na na na na (Na na na na na) Nobody knows what I've been battling Most people don't, but they try And I apologize that I'm hiding And I hope you're hearing Every word I say, you will remember Who I been, baby, baby Who is ======================================== SAMPLE 369 ======================================== shoes and shoes Six posters, sock of Jordache and three stools Two gold rings and a blowout roof Apache on a map Witness times is hard I'll be there when you leave Hang a half an hour Between each moment Apache on a map [Chorus] [Apache] Where'll I be when life's done took away? A-n-t-a-ways, uuuh... when I get there. Do I see an angel anymore no more, no more need to know I see a ghost and it's time I holler, sing, sing, sing, sing Catch me when I creep an untamed vessel shall bring It's life after the deathdall Motherfuckers...when I'm gone [Chorus] Artist: 7L & Esoteric Album: The Soul Purpose Song: Play it Cool Typed by: ***@***.*** [ VERSE 1: Esoteric ] I'm a cool cat, 'I'm poison' like Gotti My rap rank's amongst the badest on the streets I was raised by the streets (Yes) My destiny speaks in blood (Yes) My blood brothers do, 'cause we see through your dreams When we spit a rap you feel the pain nigga Like R. Kelly spit a rap you know what's happenin I'm drunk as fuck like a state of-the-flam beat I go through your whole rap bubble you not when you semi That's a description of my life ya heard Feel the rain and sometimes the worse weather My whole outlook is on the dough Plus I top like a nigga told ya Heads are aglin and I'm pimpin the drug I love hustlin, to the tuck of right I tell my haters over there, "Fuck Buck" I'ma do it like this you can do it to me I'ma play it to the fullest, do it to the fullest Now if you think I'm over yah this yah this this this Now I'ma get the motherfuckin ball And knock off your motherfuckin rag, and make you think I'm a clown There's no fool at the wheel I'ma slide in the Porsche Yes I'm a player, I provide the ruckus Keep the money and the dope in the bank I'ma get the chain and rip the joint You can't touch my soul I'm bound to break I'ma ??? caine, smoke pounds of weed and crack Blow a hole in your chest and pop a bloodthrush I ain't hot, like a cobra Give a fuck about ya best friends throw that shit in the trash Drop a bomb on the unfortunate cause I ain't got it Yes I'm a rebel I act it If it's Mr. listener then I'ma take it Nigga do you hear me calling your number Artist: 7L & Esoteric Album: The Soul Purpose Song: Play it Cool Typed by: ***@***.*** [Verse 1] I'm a cold cat, my mind's on swill, my glove is glisten I'm walkin' on a whole corpse, no hockey mask on, I'm gone Screamin' fuck the cops, they always lurkin' We always through, you let the semi blast My bitch is smokin', I think she on the low 'cause Darryl He just caught a swoop, he's here to fix it If you don't fix it, nobody's gonna hurt it You better hope I'ma hit you with this goddamn lump And double your grip, I'm sorry to tuck you in You can't hold me, I got your bitch at your back stash And everytime you slip, I just jump off like a fool I'm so def, yeah a nigga gotta try now Feel all my fans, I'm a always try holdin' the B.G. [Chorus] Niggas like you, better realize you got the game for a rack and why why It's where the middle, I spit the gift, I'm from the B.G. show It's a sad day on my life, cause my young'z just dying Antonacci jewelry, that'll keep them choosin' Got your boss coat lookin' like a tailor If you ballin', then so is my fam You been humble, you're now slouchin' 'bout ======================================== SAMPLE 370 ======================================== ) Song: No Dope Game Typed by: ***@***.*** 40 hours later, I was counting mad dollars when I found 40 Strained. contemplate, like, drinkin' guppy Wishin' I fell on my toes and dipped into the hellness And let that puddy Bojangles rise in the pool, jump on your feet like Otis Hook: All because of me All because of me Verse 1: All because of me Ain't no dope game, and no no dope cops But when I'm high I can't put my kid Bust high straight, without my son Mind full of power, love, sugar and cream All because I happened to mention I was high Chorus (2x): All because of me And when you people talk like that I ain't got nothin' but hoes to suck All because of me And when them cats say that dope Can't get no high Chorus (2x): Verse 2: In the drug game I'm straight out the gold leaf And since I got that cocaine drug servin' All the difference, from ( ? ) to ( ? ) And of course, the cops are on they job To take you out, before you leave To fill you with work you got to seen this major And I, fly inside the excursion To cop hell in a true fashion Truly doe, I met the boss cat Because I was slick with the mack track I left a trail of bones, and bodies and tips I told you, it's nothin' to me You cats always wear sweaters, and suits The beat is weak, and it keep you stretched out You're just mad, because you're bein' broke Tryna get some crack, and you can't get no fair Cuz you're fallin' and havin' pains Everyday I'm stressin', because you ain't got no pocket I'm pressure hot, and my head is in the casket I'm gotta major dreads, if I'm to turn pro Go up in this game, I don't wanna get shot tonight I wanna S.U.C., and go fly for the weekend In the double R, O. P. and a few other G's Let's hit the honeycomb trails, let's hit the alcizo in the alcove for the 8 bars I'm bout to explode All because my nuts have hit a note and I'm slowly release my high, and feel the rush in my voice and it's hurtin', the love for this stoner Crazy that saves cuz my hearts beat faster and I'm stoned you can leave, but you can never stay Hope you wanna come hook up, just don't leave home It's crazy for real, because you know my only thing to do is get high and be drunk on occasion with my click,ucksucksucksucksucksucks Chorus Verse 3: So check it out, check it out It's a party, every chance that I get I won't lie, suckers wanna know how I do You're outta luck, there's no other option Besides that, there's nobody else left to impress And the press is all over the place So some stay drunk, while all the people on the high notes On the Buttapeier, listening to the Screw I get high with the cheddar, but get back before the night is through I hope you enjoyed yourself though, cause here we are the next six threes FourFourYou Makers... Devil does it though, but leaves ya mind open It's like this, play the lolly, it gets you passed As he's about to enter the door... Shhh... The center of attention, is here to only keep us apart No other... There's no other place... There's no other destination, that's miles away There's no other motherfucker, that can give a dime for the price Guess who?... The one that keeps the hocus pocus... ... fifth [*2X* ] The number one mind in the motherfucker's hands And if it doesn't work, the one that makes ya bite keep that work man, the work, the work The one that makes ya feel the love of females is her name is Horney Mac eleven, after J. M. Mac They wanna be girlfriends if you ain't, try to be the one With the half of the milli' that I got Don't want you to worry ======================================== SAMPLE 371 ======================================== Rides by my side like own a few cars And I'm broke, no dinner dates I smoke weed and drink and smoke and say ooooooo [Chorus] [Verse 3: Trelawney] A greyhound rolling down the highway Good-die swolen from Korea Paperogram, yellow fever is coming Paper poppybye-time, don't cry You and your girl look astonished, coastin' to the hills Do it all, pull out the pen, let my wee-gosh say ooooooo [Baby] Who said I could be your girl? [Chorus] Artist: Baby Blak Album: Once You Go Vol. 2 Song: Love Your Wings Typed by: l ***@***.*** * send corrections to the typist [Verse 1] Shining a wand, masturbating, bringing you to my cock Destiny talismond just for circling my globe But I take control back, ain't it odd I wanna see you scream when I get it in Youusting in the wind like a fucking cheetah Taking your clothes off in video vixen Let your little flags say: "Fuck you!" The way you wiggle it, it's something you're asking me C'mon, turn it round, get on down now Wrap it up, sit it down, under the table Think of all the work that I put you through Keep them babies from pouncing when I was working And if I had a choice I'd do it all again You were sleeping, waking up, and all the morning You were full, you had good brain You know that the day is Friday And all the dreams that you made all seem so wack That's why I keep you w-wild at all times [Chorus] You working, you dreamin'? Ok How you been today, cause you being a figga Working your body, in a devo-doom- setting Wake up in the morning, got to pay the rent All these hoes are j-o-dox 7 working, 7 sleeping Got to duck them, if you duck you bucking [Verse 2] Friday night we get it's, shower in in time Lace my, fresh, heels and all Got to jump in your bed, cause it's Friday night And I'm feeling low so I'm bone trying to make it in Call my girl, tell her that I'm going to my de-idon It's friday, but the windows say " Vance only gettin sexy when you're factor music" Friday night we get it's, shower in in time Lace my, fresh, heels and all Got to duck them, if you duck you bucking [Chorus] [Verse 3] Lately I've been on the road dawg Spendin only half a brain, nigga no care Whether it's cutting or pulling wood The nigga that's calling the doctor Got a chick on his chest and she looks so dap It's 15 to 20 g's at the best time of the day It's cool cause I'm kinda high I might as well put my game down like sativa Bitch I'm calling you to get dap and chill See, I gotta bring the skrees and jeans and all FKI, I gotta bring the skrees and jeans To dance with my crew and get up on the dick? Have ya mouth taped to the floor? Breakin' me tox is like sphincter play Crock Jackson fuckin' jerkin' all over me You ain't ready, baby sit it, you say you got it, can I have it? No need to look no further on than me Might even drop a fly on your ass I get banged on the ass for sellin' drugs You know what I mean, drugs you better stop Did you hear what I said, drugs that's all I wanna hear All my hardcore niggas, drugs that's all I wanna hear [Chorus 4] You working, you dreamin'? Ok How you been doing it? Ok What's up, right now? Gotta keep it gangsta All my niggas uptown, gotta keep it gangsta All they see is rolex, and drugs they buy And all I see is guns, and beepers And real niggas with fear, ready to blast If they see me with my glock, gotta let em blast [Baby] ======================================== SAMPLE 372 ======================================== 'til I stress the VS grain to Navigators with the extrasize bridge and the toaster I husband it, cuz hog's up the rest the flaw in mi did him miss The hitman couldn't hack him so why the fool dem, dutchie and funny I take the ???illin', now bwoy go catch him ??? ????' s you, memory makes me survane a chube in life, put him to bed a ??? a bump ??? a crumple a crump a crump a crump residue, you mighta heard, you can de him [Chorus] (Intoxicated) Yeah, there he go smiling eye wayyyyyyyy now what's the he he he [Bad Azz] Ashland Music, big time we got you niggaz out in 2016 who love to splurge, get to cappin a jigga chomp plate we got the fresh baked uncut uncut for big eaters and niggaz get a 20gram bag of that raw with a pretty boy rapping "Gimme some" like... [Chorus] Artist: Bad Azz f/ RBX, Wayside native Debles Album: Personal Business Song: Don't Stop Typed by: sus ***@***.*** Hook: RBX Don't stop, don't stop Project Blowed, you know I'm gon do it Shorty got lyrics, and can rap to that Don't stop, don't stop Verse 1: [Bad Azz] Don't stop, don't stop She been over here for a long time You know my dad, he loves me Kind of strange, pretends to be me But I know he's proud of you so I still name him after you "Hey there, here's the bar, I love you" And I thank the stars for the stars by giving you my right When I wanna kiss you on the cheek And when I wanna get you on the floor I wanna play you games like u knucks I wanna show you that I'm different But this is the shit that a nigga does I hold you down so good that you wanna throw up But we both know, we come latex Yeah I meant up, to the coffin To the place in Hollywood where niggaz vocals is wack To the bitches that wanna fuck with us, it's them That I can't take, but how can I fufuugce you? Do it cause I love it, do it cause I love it Hook Verse 2: [ RBX ] I got pussy in my pink and I got blowjob While the next girl was sucking my dick Mad as fuck cause I treated her just the same She ain't holdin' me down if I came I wish the bitch would budge, I had to push her titty I made her say HOOOOO!, call me Mr. Bossy She opened her mouth, and I said somethin' like this Hook Verse 3: [ Debles ] I rubbed the hair, (yeah bitch), she go hol'up First two lines, you know where to find me Can't forget my rhyme about the honey I'm talking about Talking down on the weak hoe, you know you ain't touchin' me I waited for you to bop (bop) until I heard how you deliver Usin' bitch somethin' less clappin' and shit I told her get ready, and wait for Messiah Then I got to when she called that pussy retarded Bitches have nerve in these situations Hook Verse 4: [ Froxx ] I was in the hot sun Don't step on a nigga dick when the [Name] is gone I was ready for the situation that I'm in I watched you react but I wasn't ready for you I was tired, but I wasn't tired I watched you try to box your bitch with the full metal Bitch, but I ain't the type to let a thing go You wanted the plan for the day I'll break it down cause I'm- I'm- I'm- Bitch, what's this talk about? The bitch wanted the plan, but I dropped the plan It's nothing Special Ed, give it to me bitch Bitch, open your ass for the somethin' Somethin' slimy bitch The pussy's got the thighs, a nigga ======================================== SAMPLE 373 ======================================== na na (Somebody ooze out from a long flight) Nu ah pum na namin me waan Hold on mek I through 100 decimals Stand on mek I through 100 Jah's Stand on mek I through 100 Carats Stand on mek I through 100mail Stand on mek I through 100 Crypt Versace fa sho Ak te gacha Fica nao da gamos mataras carino encima cozion Modena ojitos que puede que puede Modina, como victima ata Doble flotara Fazendo Airegna Desci no maldita Me pide o modeiro eu nao que uao cei Meu rap o modeiro o jube luce corse Meu noChargi nora rap Morus Porsche 997 Pan am Oamesce Bracelets Debonne cas gefalho Meu rapa eure Momite casa Eu super honde eu vai uro Con eu ludo afi cone es galban Watch out for the sharks who gas we Watch out for the sharks who gas we Street champ, Gas Face Pactorte etern outroten impressione Eu sou o manuscript Perpetua e chave numer did Permum e que exe perdidivo Fota cogerior que hadou dida Fota cogerior A chuva feio eu quero todo es odeira Gas Face Eu sou o papel agarrate que hadoufi Mateia nao eu aqui mine To mine amarnos ou gritos por mostra To mine queremodo lo mio soy que hadou frio Mateia nao eu quero todo amarnos Eu me diao que ama eu me grito Soy sei furioreste nao perviendo Soy de tipo toanto entrar To the Carador anamera figo Tipoendo malio e recrio Acha une que sabes Le aguento te terminar Le quai contigo Le metro no se va a cinda Le onque ta el pegate Le metio no cinderella Hasaan romana Se yvo el No de bouthille maior Le entere aol Outro esta noche pariendo mis aimo Juiciosa Nuestro amor es perlama A+ Los que no lideres lemente Despues que te abierta Dile que caminando niwa abajo/demu! Pergamonos y cabel que pues se pari�scio Eu te ama Puerto Rico Despues que te pues desmone Bebas nosibuendos Alexis & Fido Fo�il fioje solipes Exceuroti�a Labonteizaria Se auro e que soy del perro manso�a Recuerda Acha que ella nova falada por mi carne va con o latina Asi que pida te preface, ella no evaporatinho Soy la peroca y no cannarulo Mi bien floete, conozco Fazendo Airele en la tele Pa' aventuranotesendo el sol tuquia Déjame Alexis & Fido Fo�il fioje siempre la valora directa ( FUNK!) Esta noche! La Esencia Fazendo Aire Isso Ella! Salvo Ameri es hacerte Pa' aventuranotes! El perro que pues se fina empezr�fono Pa' aventuranotes! Perla de los dichan que pones Madolos Dale Pit & Gazebo Isso Ella le gustan los mas originales Has sueltos chinos y s�lo podr�s Matando no manchen Pa' aventuranotes! Perla de los pintos Que van aferran dego El topblast un pit todo el perro que le gustan Que van a los blas seaso de Carlo Blanco buscar en los pistola y esto es estaban creo Blaze, blaze Fazendo Aire Pa' ======================================== SAMPLE 374 ======================================== vest System prophylactics should of tried (Check it,it's the way I feel) My MJ use to be a rock and a block (And that, sum it up strong) A-C-E-H-H-I -Z-I-I-I-I to-Y How we bang we bang and we hold the umbrellas How we bang we bang and we hold the umbrellas (And that, sum it up) [Verse 4] What's my chemical make-up look so mean? Always got my locks hang-up Your chemical make-up look so old-school Who's chemical make-up callous on a people Got my chemical make-up way back (And that, sum it up) [Verse 5] You ordered and packed over a bottle of blood From the down the streets ofheres Next to your mentally ill Ain't that blood that flows? That's why my words make 'em strong Those who don't believe know that they'rexs criminals andxs im a target for saras (To steal our drugs, tools, and cars) Now imagine who you willa shot Who you willa punch? Today I drop a ton of steel It seem like one in the chamber We packin heat like an army Soldier One, why don't you answer the call We dem castle, this is a eagle taloned yi, remember this We buyin mansions and caviar Caw we big six figure outs Who you gonna sack call? You see, girls we have some new princesss Who you gonna call? You see, girls we have some new daddys Who you gonna call? You see, the fellas from the south Don't you know that we new thangs Just a different type ofalice We gonna have you suckin us like titillari Who you gonna call? You see, girls we have some new fellas Just the cool of the game... [Chorus] [Verse 2] Hey stupid you lookin at me wrong Girls come drive a paratrooper right It's the king of the paratrooper kingdom of the kings Plus I got a little kid You nappy, you nappy, you nappy I herd you with the benjeen, royal kingdom doberman pinto You doberman do, pino King of the kings, kingdom of the kings Sweet aroma Lady please I'm almost gone but I gotta get right Way too much for me I gotta drive aer, gotta ghost Sugar aroma My body is an stallion Lady please A white boy from Orchard If you hills are dirty we need some new clothes Dancing on theandelions Then I think about her all night Sugar aroma My body is someone else My home is a mansion But I'm gonna stay in my place So you can put the puddin shit to rest You can put the puddin shit to rest [Chorus] Artist: Jarren Benton f/ DJ Hominrads Album: Freebasing With Kevin Bacon Song: Sick With It Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Verse 1: Jarren Benton] Yea, I hope I've been clear nigga I've been sick for a while man You been clear nigga Sick like a Ghost 3D function Doin' numbers in 3d Fuckin' these niggas like I'mLuke verging out the tent Getting all jacked out from here to North Carolina Jesus gone, be careful, I'mitating this A wild gator finna blow I thought I told ya I've been strong before Nigga I'm twelve and acting reckless Ran off with your life, this ain't no movie This ain't no stage right here stunt bull I can't believe it, Nigga I was young Larry Davis Thug passion in a casually freak Had a tantrum, going to be an tantrum till I tantrum I used to wont and back and attack him All my niggas used to do that same damn thing Bitch now we back and laugh about it [Chorus: DJ Hulic (Big Mello)] Shout out to my dogs at that ass and thats how they feel They don't wanna see me fall asleep I like winter time, but this summer time These clubs packed tight Stay up front and act crazy bitch [Verse 2: DJ Hulic] I can't lie ======================================== SAMPLE 375 ======================================== signed it twice A bunch of words got folded Shoulda been tucked in my pocket but I ain't passin' up On Hardee's certified hard, bitch I'm scorin', burnin' blue grass You're the temperature on the block, boy, that's upa something Givin' up my game to the labor I stay true to the mic and catch ya, catchin' ya If you face-to-face with that menace Raise your voice like I'm Jamaican and laugh at me Speak your mind like I'm Afroholic, everything's gonna be alright Hook Artist: Afu-Ra Album: State of the Arts Song: BK Dance Typed by: Tha Lyricz Finisha [Afu-Ra] I'm from an old school, it's sex time, uh More alcohol, smokin' beer, shinin' like Master P A lot of homies got drunk and started fights, uh To kill the evil, the bad, the counterfeit and bad hoes I might indeed, air 'em out, I'm showin' some homies that I'm bout to get with some, get some sleep, uh They don't want the drama, unless they talkin' bout drama And if you really ain't got no fucking clue, no no That's aokinetic, you just might blow my nigga out her prev' And I got my nigga upgrade, I aim for the head if I hit him And if she talks, she better know that he under threat And this is the reason why the nigga I'm with dropped out To upset my baby momma, really fast-ish Nigga if I make him cry, I'm making it too clear I don't wanna hurt her and get to squabbing She heard what I said, I was faking I know my kid's about to call a father Cause my nigga hit her right before she called him, broke her nose Learned from her, you lose face in this rap game So shod if ya with some crime Gimme the phone, where's my tiga If ya on the same shit, let's split your cases Yo this, development Curbside gangsta nigga, you ain't know, huh Yeah, better yet if ya not, know y'all Go one by one, come together, come together ZOMBIX [Chorus: Afu-Ra] I'm from a old school, they call me the reverend I'm so fly, I'm feeling like the name Jesus I rock, I'm eating angel dust Looking for a the Queen Bitch I'm on a mission with the Tommy guns Cuz buckshots be the reason why some niggas buck harder I was growing up on rocks, getting ass from Jerry Dashing through the hood in a Benzo Sucking on these booty hoes, acting bad in the bus I was growing weed in the pothead That's the weed I stopped watching Shonda Rhome do I was on the green with my partners, smoking fresher than water Nice and Smooth, so proper with my shorty We knew we was the boys, playing these rap songs Lord have mercy, to the allopathic Big Ju, but you ain't talking to the Grim Reaper [Chorus] Artist: Big Ju Album: How You Luv That Vol. 2 Song: How You Luv That Typed by: ***@***.*** [Big Ju] I'm tired of the pressure Tell me what's next I'm tired of the writer Young and full of rage Guessing on my management What they did to my health I don't want it to happen What they do to me I see us leave With no further need for us to breathe Don't fall for it [Chorus: Juvy Law] How you luv that? Dropped out of school, found a job, married another bitch Now I'm seeking some ass Somewhere else on that road I can't complain [Baby] I just wanna know When you found that out Who did it Who did it hurt Who done caused you pain [Juvenile] I'm asking for forgiveness For lying to come at you Part of me has to suffer If she were to give that finger summer Would you go down the road of good Same as long as your left Or you ======================================== SAMPLE 376 ======================================== use it to mean fronting Take your fuckin choppers and dump all them In the Chevy, You know I can't leave partun where you source your stuff So all my strippers screamin partmattress your crack Once I come through and you try throw a temper shouting A temper that's tryna fight the heat I'm feelin your pain, Got your women screamin "Why" Sunset in July 4, 6, mean puddy-duddy While my girl's dress is tan And my watch is glistening And my neighbors be be beaming I'm a tiger, In a tiger's heart I'll sting ya Toss your dame, Slick Willy Whatchu like when your big enough to light your own little puddy-duddy ?itters is better, pickup your bags get your boat and get your twenty You're gonna need your crew, your camcorder you need a cordless And plus you're gettin' this all your life How could this be, I should have thought about that But I realized that you could go and get a G3 and run You got some fake ass dreams, spittin' fake shit I'll expose you to some hot metal, I'll expose you to some hot metal Six in the morning, you're feelin' depressed Your head is spinning, your head is spinning too hard The roof is slippin' I'm criss-crossin' the map You're down on your knees, prayin' for somebody Tryin' to pick out your rag, tryin' to figure it out Everybody is watching you, pockets are flatter than yours It's obvious you don't know what's goin' on And I just can't hide from the truth, the richer the liquid, You can't breathe! Na na na... Na na na... Start beating on your window Na na na... Na na na... Beat Goes On, Beat Goes On... Na na na na... Na na na... Start beating on your window Na na na... Na na na... Beat goes on, Beat goes on... Artist: Beenie Man Album: Hold Mi Own (S) Song: Hold Mi Own Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Intro] Push it all night, baby hold mi arms Watch how we maneuver through the streets Broad street, mamas mansion, ok let me see mama hand mi a sugar island European girls, all over my fresh hair Go to the beach in the sand, a go do ao-chuck and watch cee-low Woooooooo, a go doo-chuck and rock with the barbeque crowds Woooooooo, a go doo-chuck and rock with the barbeque crowd Woooooooo, a go doo-chuck and rock with the barbeque crowd [Chorus] 6Z along my gangsta grain, fuck this zig-zag 6Z on my wrist, fuckin you in the blood-and-water boo 6Z on my body, rip this gangsta grain, fuck this zig-zag 6Z on my body, rip this gangsta grain, now I'm rockin' Gangsta lean, gangsta lean Chokin' in the gangsta camaro Chokin' in the gangsta camaro [Verse 1] [9th Prince] A nigga try to take what's mine, pull ya gun and call it a prophecy Many have said I will not succeed, still pray for the downfall Mama I was empty-handed, now she's bleeding That's why I'm makin sure that Papa John signs with Payday When the gun unleashes shots in the room It's a raid and Diddy is back again, try to stop this You can't stop this, MJG and P took home A double-! sign your soul, you can't stop this [Chorus] [Verse 2] [9th Prince] Aiyo, my Killarmy don't play, blow like tires Niggas front, we stay boxed in I shoot through you like awhoa, a whoa whoa You shoot through the shirt, a whoa whoa This is deadly like the barrel of a musket We M-A-lock-A-Street, Killarmy and M-I-G-A Technique shine your brain, brain shot like Shomon To the head like a Harley-Drey when it's time for hummer trot You want peace, one verse ======================================== SAMPLE 377 ======================================== uro stole my heart Cause I didn't do it in a year ? Montell now livin large Addiction to money use salmonella when I had them They should've been threw away I got antibiotic rations Until these (?) stopped me in thepluck I was going out like (?) With a (?) Monte stroll Monte lookin gay Long ass hair is how I resemble chicks Half Puerto Rican and a (?) tall Change of clothes? From I to Z.S Ever since I was a kid, I used to wear jackas and capions Nah I ain't dumb as this fool on that (?) V.L. jus a playa then sire (Chorus) Artist: (The Alchemist f/) AZ Album: The Chemistry Files, Vol. 1 Song: We Got This Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [ AZ ] Ba-buda, Ba-buda Check it out As Alchemist keeps you all jumping around, we keep it all fully animated I keep you all jumping around on my cellular Don't give a fuck, kid I'm still on that funky shit, AZ [ AZ required ] chemicals and shit It's the same thing Everybody's connectin Niggaz always getting caught up in that shit Weak appetites? Now give me that Other cats that will eat that shit Then let you fuck this bitch Then take my dough You wanna fuck me Wanna have sex Got to leave me Right in this Holy Mackerel, it's all gravy Let me look at another 50K [ Chubby Chubrante ] Back in the day, I let my momanie suck my dick Back then it was (Back Now) Phlegm (Back in the day) Back to the cheddar Back to the gold Back to the gold Kid that run the game, stay done (Steal the Dutches) [ AZ Jackson ] (I know what you know) Baby, I'm one of those, ones That just hustle for the doe I work hard, play hard, I'm a good soldier For the doe (I know what you know) That when it comes to grinding, you want some I grind hard (I know what you know) For the doe [ AZ Jackson & Chris Ward ] (I know what you know) They might not thought about Selling out on the stage (Seal the Dutches) I know what you know [ Buxton ] It's been a long time coming but it's your remembered due (I know what you know, I know what you know, I know what you know) It's either your flow or you're not Both are welcome in the club, Especially if you come equipped (Especially if you come equipped) So I know what you know, (I know what you know, I know what you know, I know what you know) And Buxton and Simpson, (I know what you know, I know what you know, I know what you know) [ half-step-aj ] Uhh, uhh, yeah Let me hear you say (I know what you know, I know what you know) I know what you know, (I know what you know, I know what you know) (I know what you know, I know what you know, I know what you know) [ quarterlife ] Aww, uhh, quarterlife Alright (Alright) If you (Alright) And I Listen to me Like this You might just get grandrowned Forgive me Your lady I played the game a lot But I still got to get to know you Uhh, it's not fair For you to feel personal For me to lose the chance that I have to matty-g around This is a lesson For the family, For the finer things [ half-step-aj ] If I ever touched a thang, my mouth would get Juvenile delinquent Couple Balencial kids is what I get For the stove of catch 5th, my last=- thought delinquent, I'm still in school, working on my fitness Don't expect a lot out of myself, then let me keep it G I just want to put smiles on their faces And, I'm a man, [ quarterlife & quarterlife minage] Okay Now, It's funny how this all endin' I couldn't ======================================== SAMPLE 378 ======================================== in your heart too From the lungs, meter, crem ashes Beats you can spit on me Cement block, Brooklyn cross, expresscar Again and again and again, hate we face, hate we face us Over and again, drone like Phantomatter's breathing Artist: Akinyele Album: Live at the Barbecue - Unreleased Hits Song: Rob Swift Live in VA Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Akinyele] Yo live at the bar, smoked out rag To the eye, smoked out cash To the ear, fresh, like a gods wick story VA, music, hip hop [Verse 1: Akinyele] Yo, cats they play the most famous beats So we should put 'em on the page for record day Match a hundred dollars with the names that they Just write it down like the judge and justice system And see the ears process the negatives Negatives that result to positives, son I never wore a watch when I grow up I see the future, not now This year, every year, one more day I hope I don't fold because there's students (y'all ready for more year 2') Fullfill the blank cheque, it ain't like the elementary is empty [Chorus: AR.Change.L] Bring it all, I'm proud, I have tocome now I have tocome, I have tocome now As long as I come, I might just move up Move up, I might just move up [Verse 2: AR.Change.L] Yo, cats they play the most famous beats So we should put 'em on the page for record day Match a hundred dollars with the names that they Play with, I'm at the Barbecuebecue I'm local, I'm knockin with niggaz I have to replace the trash got the game on lock like jacked, same shit I got the bomb, same bitch I blow the game to trust Negatives, positives, aint no end to what it must be Baller start rappin, waack that get sloppy boo They on post tryin to follow this6 trend Like the following, AR.Change.L, pyro with the OH GOD MOB Any busta will tell ya, to stay away I got that bomb and we out the way Aye, they wanna murder my old pop But yo, he wasn'tjacking, though Plus it's enough to last a decade They tryin to get with me But I'm in my zone, I steer clear But I'll blow you probably starving ay, you're shit out of luck [Chorus: AR.Change.L] Bring it all, I'm proud, I have tocome now I have tocome, I have tocome now As long as I come, I might just move up Move up, I might just move up [Verse 3: Ryze - Def Jam] AR.Change.L, that's my drug and my weapon Most likely a murder we gon do that with or without VD Press you luck and get the gat back, get the gat back If I ain't scared, I ain't talkin bout no beef Gat when I bring it, the kid shootin us Never spittin it, I pump it, I bother your bitch She go to my house then she try to come out a cab I ain't hittin me, why you think it's cool? [Akinyele] Change the flow, it's the crime rap I did myself a favor and left that booty to rot Matter of fact why you callin me an After School Special You call me an After School Special for that stuff I got on That shit I got on Oh, you call it rap My rap get you high as a chauffer My bitch love the rubber My ocean breeze, I'm not a bad friend Bitch I keep it rolling like a Nintendo At the wake, on my Nintendo My family history, to how I raised My great-aunt Mary and all my great-nephews My son and my son's cousin, too My great-nephews, they my moms My seven great-nephes My seven phat moms [Outro during chorus] So far away, so good far away So far away, so lucky far away So far away Far away So far away Far away All I wanna do is help you out Muching much respect, far away Far away ======================================== SAMPLE 379 ======================================== 화라 Seuss hell no, ice bae, but I'm 왜창야 [Big Tuck] 난 미친놈 뱉는 빌복을 날 나 병� cans of worms 성공의 비법리 날 두만며데 여기 죽으니 속상해 A straight fucking soldier 난 미와 구걸 한 가박지언 그래 수심걸 없는 빌로 나 미약해 물어보면 딱히 답은 루나 성고 신차큼눠 그래 또는�지라봐 밥그럇 그래 나지마 바본블 지나 캩기 죽으로 놀 절차 없는 빌로 놀 좆프밤인 빌로 놀 ꨴ살�식 한번은 성고이면 받서 새꺰며 없지는 한번은 성고이면 받서 새꺰며 없지는 한번은 성고이면 받서바벓다보다 그렇겐 술 바로 놀 한번은 성고이면 뛅상하무다 더 왜 법친메 비 범렐 몰라 한번은 성고이면 뛅상하무다 더 왜 법친메 비범렐 몰라 한번은 성고이면 뛅상하무다 더 왜 법친메 비범렐 몰라 So far away 나에 나 범위려�inator So far away 나에 난 범위려�inator So far away 나에 난 범위려�inator Don't far away 나에 나 범위려�inator Don't far away 나에 나 범위려 �inator Don't far away 나에 나 범위려�inator Don't far away 나에 나 범위려 �inator Don't far away 나에 나 범위려�inator Don't far away 나에 나 범위려 �inator Don't far away Artist: 2가 Album: 丑列到一亞疑 Song: 差聞的畖在把 Typed by: g ======================================== SAMPLE 380 ======================================== I'm a living legend in the jungle A Dying Man don't jump back in the jungle Artist: Big Rube Album: World View Song: It's Me Typed by: ***@***.*** [VERSE 1] Nations runnin' like anlact I pour out muthafuckin' wine The kid tryin' to figure out ya mean ass lyrical thoes /ramp up off me I'm number one with a top hat Knock knock who's eyes outta you niggas, clown Knock knock knock who's outta you niggas Catch the hammer knock off everybody [Chorus] It's me, I'm a bust my damn weapon And clap my hands to the motherfuckin' b-boy beat It's me, I'm a dust motherfuckers off Red for the chain as well as I'm from it Bitch I'm a thuggin' all my niggas slangin' it [VERSE 2] Yo who's that workin' on the stairs? Put some'ing on my dick I spit raps on the chops and the shit off of it Pitch +Buck+ on a+ in the drop off Man why these Spanish kids tryin' take me? Go to school with the khaki student body president Some Klan members, some Cold Crush and some'ing white WWWWWWoR&Z! It's me, it's me S for the all! is Swallow! is we from the clutch! All! is pleased! is pleased! is pleased! to-to all in attendance it's pleased! The first was killed at gun point! THE CAST is! It's me, it's me F for the wall of three! F for him, to, the A to the C RBBBBABAYY! It's the blood on my cap! Tearin' blood and split his own cap Pitching all black and mad over these black man beats It's a cap thing he sell crack back It's a cap thing he shot Miss All Day It's a big stupid motherfucka! [CHORUS] My nigga a wit fags give a fuck about a bitch I rolled up I was downtown in the back of some black man's truck And I was tweaking off these bitches now my nigga was busting that shit in that fat blue truck I was tweaking off these bitches now my nigga was getting money,ting that bitch and all Touringging in that big black beamer Lil' nigga I ain't seen shit like this I must be the shit cause my nigga on the scene ain't makin' heat It's like pimpin' these bitches over these bitches I must be the shit cause I be off the chain All my niggas swar-r-rattin' while these niggas keep on smacking Wit these automatic weapons click click clack-a-bloc I ain't trippin' son,lest you gurl niggas can slip up Run up if you think I'm rippin' up I'll bust your fuckin' mouth after I drop this It's me, it's me F for the all! is Swallow! is We the band Boom! is coming bitch! with this old school Nigga! [CHORUS] I ain't rapping I'm dancing trying to ride this Bitch if you don't dance you ain't no motherfucking man Check out this cep! Hungry dog on the tra-dick Hey lookie look how the swisha cook Artist: Big Unk f/ Bible Album: The Dirty Version Song: Life After the Cash Typed by: Lil Hustle [Big Unk] Now having real As, I'm getting my ball on I'm having ball like Jordan,apping like Shaq This Cash Money Million dollar man is a renegade I'm having cheese, giving silent to the street You never hear me coming, talk slow on that dirty You want me to say somethin man I'm having sex You see me with my big money nose young I get it crunk, just because I'm tired They call me Big Meaty, young and raw When I go to the club it's meUnder the Chevis ======================================== SAMPLE 381 ======================================== now she must have been drinkin vodka I'm gon' be your example for Roth Instead of dyin Dat I call datjohn But you must trying to behead dog Al 1 from that west collin tru tru (Chorus) Verse 2: Yow call them somthin baby mamas upset for the matonga nigga so what cuz when ya Janice Dickinson dumbin niggaz come in indian playa hatin takin ya bea for a cutie she ta sling gives a lobo how ya stragglin dank givin ya momma a cock tec a real ballin nigga not a cutie why she rollin with me? she said daddy hard and her sister soft an seen the man trouble hard and sellin coke takin ten ya block away from work lil mane you a heart young and vain bizarre told her "go against the grain" ya'll girls be jockin ya trucks ting f Gap in the 90's cause your ballin crew don't have fire hoes (Chorus) Verse 3: You gotta ride or die drinkin all the bottle you got when you see the boss man he dug all in like Caesar these niggaz can't ball you gotta doubt em before the jesters cheer they would if ya found a killer with a necklace then you gotta wear a vest a jump-uit should cost you lil' dudes shinin in a maze like a pit bull you gotta catch a nap you gotta hold your bottle just watch the whip car show em and let your boss man put em out it ain't no secret nigga didn't do no walking all these niggaz stumblin on the pavement disrespect we must take hold the whips and go on attack nigga we gone outta town with my niggaz (Chorus) Verse 4: Baby Face got the glock and the clip so the young nigga with the sack and we can creep Uptown dreamin to start some shit but now we passed through Uptown get on the next flight get on the next route postin a post, I'm sure to cause a reaction this nigga in the feds custody, he sent me away he broke north and hit westside at break come wit me I'm sippin, restin with a hoe 2 black Troitz, one shy of home the boss I'm a showboat can I live? (Chorus) Artist: Big Mike Album: Somethin Serious Song: SPOLES Typed by: jostmatt at bluewin dot ch [ CHORUS 2X ] It's just the thugs town The living, the driven, and the hungry The home of G's The drug dealers, of marijuana, of course But not meant to be, comparison My life, my life, is Vogue But it's not about flossing But what I'm rapping about When it's bangin thangs, it's bangin thangs [ VERSE 1 ] I bang my OG's when I'm hangin, and I ain't fessing with those hoe's They're talking over the phone, I'm sipping iced up They think I'm living the 69, but I'm living the Tec Being broke, getting dough, hating [Me]) Now how you tell me motherfucker that my house is worth a second How you fuck his little bitch, I'm fucking that bitch And don't give a fuck if you know my house is gon' top of the line Then you fiendin for my dick [ CHORUS 2X ] [ VERSE 2 ] Just see how you look when you put on that outfit I'm from that neighborhood, hoe I know your street sense You'se the ugly kid, you can't help it You know I'm from the Bricks, I'm straight from the Nikes I'm fresh to death and these bitches know that I don't cut it imes something that I fash like some silicone But one hand, and I'm gripping on thewood the other one hand, I'm thuggin on thember She loves it and she loves what she does And she loves the money and the houses adjacent And she loves the bitches and she loves the hood that she runs through But now I'm sitting in this large dumber ======================================== SAMPLE 382 ======================================== own up to water they hand Me, Bad Azz and Ak playa some shit we didn't cause Everything you tune to us will get screwed up You always one behind me but you never wake up Steady flowin' but never smokin' And we only flow when there's no one around [Verse 2: Beenie Man] Yo we big soft than honey but I need props when she skeef When she scratchin' d on my dick she call me prince Six foot pole and she got mean waist no way I tell that hoe "Save mebin' man am I serious am I silly?" Save that story for the grave, lemme write you like a true story Beenie Man is serious, I'm serious [Verse 3: Beenie Man] My girl Sinatra loves gangsters and pimps She ain't next to me, she just gather up the cash When I was bangin' she was cryin' She had to have the dough she had the heat to sip I was on the floor but now I sit in the chair I still got flavor and these pimps is up in my back If this is true then we should shoot for the moon Go to church and pray, then get a wedding ring Then get a place to stay, double pool A cold beer and a sexy pussy If y'all freak these then hoe you can keep a bar In the strip club, after strip club, after one show If your gal is a freak she gonna show you fine She gon show you long legs, I'ma get it in the club tonight I get your head out your body, and stretch you out yo body tonight [Bridge 2: Beenie Man] + (Akinyele) Keep on drawin' til I low on the gas I'm blowin (long) You know I'm blowin (long) (Keep on drawin') [Chorus: Akinyele] (Akinyele) Keep doin' what I started it so weeded (you know weeded) And after this song I wanna put more fire on it So please don't forget me Tell dem fi do it again (girl) Why oh oh oh Why oh oh oh oh Make a man cry then take him away (take him away) Please keep doin' what I started it so weeded [Verse 3: Beenie Man] Go fool, make mi fans stop cryin Say pon people's hurtin Just me self-inflicted Keep amaam me talkin bout business And nah the state'll kill dem I puff green but puff red dem Please cause jealousy'll breed Amped are dem to have sex Amped go talk to this world dem Please free mi kids from sluts This dedicated to them prodigal's Hidden by its crane drag This shorty steel This shorty steel yeah [Chorus: Akinyele] (Akinyele) Keep doin' what I started it so weeded (you know weeded) And after this song I wanna put more fire on it So we can free dem from sluts Make sure none a dem sleep That they be left here disturbin Cannot be arena crane let it clap Let it rumble like a children rumble All dem groupies let it sing All dem sucker dem get an start All dem groupies let it sing [Chorus: Akinyele] (Akinyele) Keep doin' what I started it so weeded (you know weeded) And after this song I wanna put more fire on it So we can free mi kids from sluts Make sure none a dem chill That they be left here disturbin Cannot be arena crane let it clap Let it rumble like a children rumble All dem groupies let it sing All dem sucker dem get an start All dem groupies let it sing Artist: Beenie Man f/ Kool Album: Back to Basics Song: Bookshelf Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Verse 1: Beenie Man] You better watch out cause loccin might get you in a yuge Some gyal real tight, Mi no waan di bath cyaan Mi bwoy deh too short mi waan mi nuh gi Mi need some shorty fony gwap and shorty a plush a dem So mi tell dem [Chorus:] Mi better watch out mi house Mi better watch out mi house Mi and gyal come in ======================================== SAMPLE 383 ======================================== that's why the label got confused (you don't want to appeal to me babe) real niggaz with real hearts don't divide you can't live like that if it's just (she got me, she got me, she got me) real niggaz with real hearts don't divide haha, ohh ohh ohh oh Rob attempting to enter focus Kid I'm givin' you my rest With no so called friend Gonna knock at your heart, you will not last And break your (glass) of hope, hope you feel me And if you do then this world can't tear us Falling in love with you, that's why we can't Remember I said baby, if you feelin' me Let me help you with the talking, can you speak to me I'm really scared, you ain't never been this scared before Ohh ohh ohh ohh oh Oh I pray to God, I beg your pardon Doin' this work, you know that you could do this With your hands, ain't no trust in you Get it 100US, nothin' less than 100 Ohh ohh ohh ohh Oh I pray fi stop, wonder why [Chorus] There's no way to find your way If you don't pray to God there's no being left There's no way to find your way If you don't pray to God there's no being left Artist: Angel Haze Album: Dirty Gold Song: Vinyl Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Verse 1] Dirty gold digging leather bikinis with the top split why they call her "ching" cause of her tight ass What's her reason for staying short Known to put 2's in cars that don't have rims While her Vos stay heavy as a pendulum Did she get her butt kicked by Keith Lee? Did Nazy mob shit manifest the game plan? Did Nazy rap shit manifest the game plan? Dirty gold digging leather bikinis with the top split why they call her "cheese?" cause she got a dick for minds Lookin' at her with... strange looks on her face Dirty, clean white teeth feel like jello Looking at her with looks like ME! You see... the way she moves [Chorus] There's no way to find your way If you don't pray to God there's no being left There's no way to find your way If you don't pray to God there's no being left There's no way to find your way If you don't pray to God there's no being left There's no way to find your way If you don't pray to God there's no being left There's no way to find your way If you don't pray to God there's no being left [Verse 2] distribution of the lyrics loosing their minds when they're tempted, that shit a curse that shit that happen twice, happen in a row, happen in a row Chuck fuckin' you haters they can't relate, you ain't on voa mean well post they best man placin' on their little hearts but keep a sly ass hoe in check you might be on the list Who treat midgets like diamonds trying to fuck them like I give my last upon a drugister shit is the mark of the beast that is it I'm on the threshold so what the hell? I'm on the edge of the bed pissing on scriptures while her man is cooler I'm in the shower she said "I smell something" I gave her the bspot but she said nothing Away from a bitch getting head and getting his brains bust on the way to theretail and she a dealer in the street so you know what the deal is little bitch getting head on a losing game in the corner block with her dog ready to get it well get it bustin' black be the god of the pain strike a match a match a match a match a match there you go Bronsolinio, DeloriaMi no artisti an doy banging beats from the neck to the tip round the way singing "fuck the bitch" [Chorus] There's no way to find your way If you don't pray to God there's no being left There's no way to find your way If you don't pray to God there's no being left There's no way to find your way If you don't pray to God there's no being left There's no way ======================================== SAMPLE 384 ======================================== spl�t Ruffles? Top of the line cars? What if they lost something? Damn, you must be jokin You must be dreamin I'm about to read your eyes through your nostril Listen up as I begin to calm my breathers I'm about to take my spare moment to heat them I hear the drums but haven't thought about it yet What I write is for kids who can't take it no freaks What I do on certain beats? When they're in the jungle with Rola's they trynna do it Ronna threw your legs than rip your torso There's an a7-A8 and a hot flow that keeps me Ubiquity blazing like it's piranha season Listen as I begin to calm my breathers I'm about to take my spare moment to shine And shine it's only my season so watch out for famine season famine season, season where I been famine season, season where I been You can't eat unless you sleep eleven days and twelve nights, that's been a feast Remember them other days when they was chasin' and caasin' Search but you don't find him No one's looking for him nobody's looking for us His ashes are cold like the night's cold We can't open our eyes just to see what's on his face Cause we gave them these riches and they ain't coming with them bags Didn't really matter if you said you were here for them visits You're either dead wrong or you're on the floor because you lack in breath Listen as I begin to raise my bottle Thought I would save you from a coffin, but the truth hurts When you ain't given you little fedrin', that's truth in its own hell More like a harbinger in a benz, I be fuckin' up the game, yeah Blowin' up the key, (whoosh), god damn, blowin' that like a breeze Yeah, yeah, yeah, what, hmm, do [Ali Vegas] Walkin' to the sun, benefit cancer Walkin' to the sun, benefit cancer Walkin' to the sun, benefit cancer Walkin' to the sun, benefit cancer [Ali Vegas] Life's still a work of art Don't care if you get rich and quit Light the lamp, sparkle with all the luminous luminaries Big stars constellations, with the power to ignite... [Ali Vegas] Choke-out playboy, liquor for my peers and break-boys Tie the chains, roll 'em up, reseed the plastic Raise the laces, grass cutters in the hood monkeys with blue corn rows 'll give me the blues Son slang 'gnac to the music, I be suspectin' the cops Kids see my face, they run and hide Be the champ they seem, angel dust can't block, Tie your shoes, shoes, wit my pros, we slide on cops take what we want, never let 'em catch you 'fore we catch you Shoot at you first and get ya ass impicted Shoot at you first and you're out Walk with me, new style like a 100 shots Will get ya hype, press and always try to surprise ya advance My case is much the same outside from the freeway Problems that I'm aggravated get me and my posse a whole bunch of sirens and thunder merchants and thunder sounds to keep my desperado desperado Speakin of desperado, that's my god status It's a fact that I will break, too many of ya'll Hieroglyphics [Ali Vegas] Don't give a fuck about a bitch with a attitude Problems that you're aggravated get all the same Niggas be stressin, same thing that you in You better get gone before you get paid Make me say structure, I'm aTaxidermist Gonna go tell mics, Purpose My duty is to be like the youth Who never had a chance, what you really Be with us and do what you got to do I call the shots, I take the time I chose you as my woman you better watch the Dialogue, I'm married to you, nigga, and we up in the Venice box with the dope and it's swinging Hedientity with the soft dress, hFigure with theace And it's going down, honey sitting on the bonfire [Ali Vegas] Don't be conceited, you think you're tough A bitch you must be stupid, you fool Judging by the supras and the jewels you got, I don't know about ya ======================================== SAMPLE 385 ***@***.*** Chorus: Slave's in the house with the lights out Who's in the house with the lights out? He got the lights out What's up with the lights out? (Is this what you want it?) I'm making it official He's slammed the leather so Heavy rain in one fell First one took one to the belly What the fuck? Is that right? Is that how it's laid out? A whipper in the lounge He's skatin' out Motherfucker's in the house Who's in the house? Who's in the house? Did you just call the police? Why you flying down that rabbit hole? You're swimming in blood that should be Caddy You're a white boys out back, homie stop run homie You're runnin' through a shadow, smoke a molly homie Don't give a fuck about what other niggas say Cause you're in house one, not that hall and beauty You not scared to say what you mean, I'm your uncle Oh that's your glad we made it through that hallway Oh that's the way we made it through that hallway All the way to the bank [?], all the way to the Denny's All the way to the Hennessy, all the way to the house All the way to the pad and all that other shit So I'ma keep them brightlights and light Light the dust, Mrs. Butterworth All my homeys got shot, gone in the gully Doing donuts,orting beer) All my homeys got shot, gone in the gully Doing playing ball, don't wanna watch game (Don't want no blame? No) All my homeys got shot, gone in the Gully Chorus: Nigga's in the house with the lights out Who's in the house? Who's in the house? Nigga's in the house with the lights out Who's in the house? Who's in the house? Nigga's in the house with the lights out Who's in house? Who's in the house? Nigga's in the house with the lights out Who's in house? Who's in the house? Nigga's in the house with the lights out Verse 2: Papa's always missed When he went 9-11 Missing Five years later, I saw you still here With your picture on the wall in the soda fountain You kept to yourself, you kept your promise That you would stay away from them nuts I'm so glad I made a promise That's kept for you I promise to God I'll be back And we can rock this place Wyling, uh, big pimpin, whyla A chula, a stabliack, lookin bwoy-whym Hoes like you and Christmaelee, hot cotton, whry-whym To the whys and dipples on this planet And I got a question Are we clowns or are we phonies? And if you straight, do you think we fell? It's been a four year buzz And I dig her thighs so tight She say she wanna cuddle but she don't have the strength to She say she's careful not tokiss me Cause, you got a man She loves me, she says she loves me She walks the line and I get the picture She loves me, she says she loves me She walks the line and I get the picture Chorus: Nigga's in the house with the lights out Who's in the house? Who's in the house? Nigga's in the house with the lights out Who's in the house? Who's in the house? Nigga's in the house with the lights out Who's in the house? Who's in the house? Nigga's in the house with the lights out Verse 3: She was comin' off like a convo Way more niggas need to chill, gimme my sweater Better dress, get (get) get (get) get Imma kick you to the curb like warrant Imma hit you wit dat bench, judge I'm petty money, dawg,time after time I dash and stuff But I always got dawgs Got skills, on my back Told y'all dudes they couldn't feed me I aint got time for no rats I get that bag and get yurn and get mad Told y'all niggas we gon' get this, who You wanna ======================================== SAMPLE 386 ======================================== Big Hawk, now how come your pit moves ain't changed Life is too connected to no one be on safety scale Now a man who's shinin' (La) a lion I'm a lioness An ill thing that look like it's platinum (La) Soon as it happen'la go (lion) down go picket (La) now as it happen'la you know ( lions) down go picket (La) now as it happen'la you know (Lioness) down go picket (La) now as it happen'la you know (Lioness) down go picket (Ode to voice) (Uno loco) "Sayido de loca, loca con olt, con olt. Arme caso yo todo las activas y dois mo'la es satio loca yo olt, con olt Ella se loka que la bonibus no valeros no motivo Consistoionales como una fuera perooco Y tu no me dice que la lengua Y esta supierda no vales no sin preve Porque tengo 16 no para pa que valet Solo un otro parte otro la orcheuren Alexis & Fido Junto a Nesty la movie 26 cista' me to Las Mirows Pa'lu siempre brinca a mi (projura la eso) Anda tu (proceed) Proceed, marchis-ling Yo! Can you handle? Famando a mi no Puerto Rico A siempre la que Flea yo puta por siste Te gusta tu beans Ahora saber que est lesser Pero no siempre ya lo que decir Se siente, y ese ganar production En un perdedor que se lleve Arme sader una astora Dice que ano se gusta tu beans No perdede, en mi oite Todo quedo, tu drogas tanto te ama Me tienes ona (todo quedo, tu drogas tanto te ama) A siempre que podemos me enamora A siempre que podemosme enamora A siempre que podemos me enamora Por que no lindalfa le gusta y le ama Te gusta esto es no quedio y te ama Vamos hacer hacer los base pots Nos vamosico como eny que cony cuerpo A siempre que podemos me enamora A siempre que podemos me enamora A siempre que podemos me enamora Por que no lindalfa le gusta y le ama Te gusta esto es no quedio y te ama Vamos hacer hacer los base pots Nos vamosico como eny que cony cuerpo Y fraca tu vivir de eso Dienes terrible y un poco lo que vai la rima Le gusta fuera, tengo 16' rostro Y te lo que esta pidiendo es mio Le parta por que esto se parta pero A siempre que podemos me enamora A siempre que podemos me enamora A siempre que podemos me enamora Por que no lindalfa le gusta y le ama Te gusta tu beans Ahora saber que estoncesi que no perdede A siempre que podemos me enamora A siempre que podemos me enamora A siempre que podemos me enamora Por que no lindalfa le gusta y le ama Te gusta tu beans Ahora saber que estoncesi que no perdede A siempre que podemos me enamora A siempre que podemos me enamora A siempre que podemos me enamora Por que no lindalfa le gusta y le ama Te gusta tu beans Ahora saber que estoncesi que no perdede Y fraca tu vivir de eso Dienes terrible y un poquito me pisas ======================================== SAMPLE 387 ======================================== on, bringin a piece of goddamn pie Andre Nicky was a G orator, speakin of a hash pit I bring out the bag like a freak he never smokin Long term supernova, leave a motherfucker with a crack inside Of concrete block, Funk Volume, the limb Shoot the monster in the brain, and I'ma split his wig And that's for shit Done 2nd Coast it, L.A. bound Artist: B.G. Album: Life After Cash Money Song: Don't Talk to Me Typed by: ***@***.*** Boy, I fell off like a bad bag of dope, Ya heard me Ain't nobody wanna holla I've been through hell and back, Man fuck that Not the ones that got extorted They don't give a fuck about your dreams You can say what you want about me But just say what you want about me And I know where you stay, Ya heard me Ain't nothing change on my mind I'm smoking on that hot shit Been through Hell and back Nigga and God got hem Hell and back I tried to holla but I'm bout to walk through hell and back Devil got hem If I could, I'd give it all away in here But I'ma keep it one girlfriend Ibeat because I'm locked up In the state pen In the shade Ya heard me From the 3-4 to the land of the money niggas love me And they love me back Nigga, I'm from the 3-4 That's why muthafuckas hate me Some of y'all do not understand me Ain't no more than ballin' in this bitch Fuck with me, I take that shit The streets say fuck me, in the end Somebody tell a bitch that she's gonna get broke In this life it's destroy (that bitch) Keep on shootin' is all I know I'm on my throne, Prada Louie Gucci from a broken neck This planet of material things Somebody to blame Rock bout your life I'm mash on a lick On a flip On a track On the triple beam From the 3-4 to that 3-5 It's B.G. in this motherfucker If you don't like B.G. then you'd fuck with your head I be killin' shit Get you for your head on the mission Fuck around and end up on your block You'll get served Go and hide In plain clothes In an old hotel Deader than some R�ts Politicing' something Like Mike said, Break Whodie rules Let me own you ain't gotta fall Chorus: Nigga, these streets I walk with Are dying for us, right? (right) Oh, they do dying for us Oh, they do dying for us (right) We done lost faith in our city We done lost faith in our city They came for us And they brought us A bunch of money And now we lost Inhaling pain till we get numb From the power of the music (hope) Now get some feeling When your straining to feel When your straining to feel Power of the music Trying to get up off of your ass And get near hell When you feel like you don't belong The cold, is how we need you to And I'ma keep on rocking until I die I'm the king of this city I need you to (you gone be the suckers) And I'ma keep on rocking until I die (you gone be the suckers) But wait a minute That don't sound right So what the fuck (you don't with this gangsta shit) Then I'ma let the music knock ya (no doubt, Billy Cook motherfucker) Then I'ma scare ya (no doubt, Billy Cook motherfucker) Then I'ma give you the word (no doubt, Billy Cook motherfucker) Then I'ma give you the rage (yes, Billy Cook motherfucker) Then I'ma swing and put you in a chair Dare to stand up on your own two (you already in the back of the crew car) Show you like a baker (I would, I shoulda, said wait a second) Sorry but you ain't really nothin' to hope me for ( wait a minute) The word, come from the heart, come from the mind The ======================================== SAMPLE 388 ======================================== (Pigs wanna disturb my thoughts, I'll disturb your mind) Just touch me, feel me, travel to another galaxy Soul~! [ symphony of sex ] I read the paper, assume it was written by princess The way she swung her hips and the way she movin' her hips She makes me wanna get intimate intimate BEE-Yatti, just me and you intimateAffirmative, intimateI mean intimateI intimateI love you honey, but you're likely a friend Affirmative, (oxygen, opiates, reefer, reefer) I am well connected to all my neighborhood's hidas Hoping that she take down the high and make it drop down low I am all in the middle like a camel toe I scored my camel toe at the dinner table I need her food right now, probably take a cut like a soldier, doing the fuckin' 3 to the G I need her right now, probably need a beara Sell herringbone for a price like a motherfucking jew I need a swiss-cheese, a buffalo, something proper My girlfriend used to insist, but I ain't tripping She's the baddest bitch, you should get her if you want me Your girlfriend always told you that you get lower Cause I'm rollin' down her neck and I'm breathin', you higher I'm from Jamaica and Jamaica don't get me fucked up I'm just a tall young nigga, I know a gang of hoes When I say " hello" they hollin' "sea, meet me" I'm in and out like a " nuclear reactor " And if you don't know" you should " star, please " swim" And if you don't know I'm getting' exotic you can't afford me I'm getting' exotic you can't afford me I just got your girlfriend, she whines and cries I'm stunning her,blade's in disarray Attached to that diamond is flawless I'm slapping your ass like a thumb in a thumb And if you don't know just know A whu-who is that nigga Artist: Baeza Album: Masta Life Song: Diamond Dust Typed by: AZ Lyrics Rippa on the beat bitch Yeah, mmm Yeah, hmm, oh yeah Yeah, pure lust in the slut Oh, I'm rakin' you ass, she's gonna cry Oh woah, oh woah Oh woah, oh woah Oh, oh woah, oh woah Where we at, in this six bedroom city Woah, oh woah Oh woah, oh woah Woah, oh woah, oh woah Where we at, in this six bedroom city All I ever wanted was a Clams Casino plate Been had dreams 'bout to be a Gothamist All I ever wanted was a Clams Casino plate Been had dreams 'bout to be a Gothamist All I ever wanted was a Clams Casino plate Been had dreams 'bout to be a Gothamist All I ever wanted was a Clams Casino plate Been had dreams 'bout to be a Gothamist I was�Dirty referee callin' all yellow tape In this (?) league you couldn't come between me and my projects In this life you got to look both ways We causin jealous niggas that'll punch you in yournuts How should I start? I have no respect Fuck you too pussy Baby me and my angel mama Would have came to the same destination Could have stopped cancer, but I felt it wouldn't last This a stormy day, gritty and grimy Choke thirst, drownin' the biggest ocean appetite I'm swimmin' in but wildin' in here ain't no bass Wanna drown in your memories and stop breathing? Oh woah, oh woah Oh woah, oh woah Oh, oh woah, oh woah Where we at, in this six bedroom city Woah, oh woah Oh woah, oh woah Woah, oh woah, oh woah Where we at, in this six bedroom city Yeah, let me see ya cry Oh woah, oh woah Oh woah, oh woah Oh, oh woah, oh woah Where we at, in this six bedroom city city Woah, oh woah Oh woah, oh woah Woah, oh woah, oh woah Where we at, in this six bedroom city city We got ======================================== SAMPLE 389 ======================================== ***@***.*** Aw man you know that I'm crazy You know Akinyele'll turn a bumb jerk into a rock star You wanna know why I play rap music? Man it be raw Raw Raw Raw Raw Ooh, you sexy Got that stone like you Got that stone like you Oh I'm so confused Akinyele, Ooh, you Ooh, you Ooh, you Ak so real cat Your so real Get on the mic and rock the mic And when I rap Microphone flow Rip the mic Check the design Design Love it Nast Crying these nursery rhyme birds They die when they rust Like Charles Manson waiting on a key ring Protect your gown, wear your coat And I'll be watching our country in a cell block So crack the mind of a thousand sleep That's why I keep the, stash in a, b B C (I'll be right here!) Cuz niggas got nothing to gain From a smokin' rhyme, yeah Like niggas with names, I keep the, nothing to lose Cuz money, is the only thing in your mind Like a hustler with pride, you got that Money in the hand, you got that But you can't hear that, you nigga We gonna get you as much money as you can have Cuz money can be the root of all evil Niggas dying everyday, I ain'tAntioI.G Niggas living everyday, I ain't antio Pro-lly murder the game, just ain't antio Pro-lly take your life, just ain't antio These motherfucking fucks with cell D Don't even know what's going on Pro-lly take your life, just don't know what's going on Pro-lly take your life, just don't know what's going on Yeah, I got this bling in my palm Diamonds on my bottle They'll never find you Please, you don't even know my whereabouts A mist of lies will never find you My eyes are wide open, I am so high, oh it's lonely in these times I am so far ahead of you kids I am the reason, I am the reason I am the reason, that a nigga never did it, he could've came to it I got this bad chick who be acting hard Other nigga's drown guys like me Big homie, long hair, mean face Cigar is fat but you gon drown Big bank, bad hoe, that's gon show up Get it in ya head now or in the dick Sendin' me to a grieving mother fucking cave Writing what I want in a diary Living is out here, I can't see right Till I fall down and fasten my ears up my chest to prove that I don't die Of course I don't die That's the only thing I miss Don't cry Pray for me, drippin' you souls Please, you don't ever let these niggas breathe While I'm at it, picture that life I lead Model bitch, I love her until her life end Told you long time hustlers, it's a cold world Now I'm tall but fuck trying to look young You walk outside and I just might spit Best thing motherfucker since pancakes I got this bad chick who be acting hard But you gon drown When you be at home, I'm on the next flight Girl I'm your father instead I'm a trife motherfucker, You're in my feelings I'm an asshole, You the other guy I can't let you wings touch mine I'm broke, I can't pay my bills Payphone's is a waste, I'll never turn around See me and you if you shorty you're in my place I'm an asshole, You're always down on my team I was wearing all white, yellow, blue and purple I was born immune to the bullshit That happens in the womb, You go through the things Usually we think that's what happens The devil was laughing but now he laughing too I got this bad chick who be acting hard But you gon drown When you be at home, I'm on the next flight Girl I'm your father instead I'm a triflin assassin, You're always down on my team I was wearing all white, yellow, Blue and purple The devil was laughing but now he laughing too You got me pissed See I'm only nine I thought that if you made me feel like drinking f ======================================== SAMPLE 390 ======================================== caviar I walked in on a herringbone as well as the diamonds A riddle rattling pistols across necks of fools It's funny as all hell fell for pistols So recognize and realize your trying to sink your jewels Smoke the sequel to Henry David Thipling When you see me you Bettakue I'll treat you like a ribeye Meanwhile, my glock is cocked, lit up cuz you Chill Miss You think you was born to breach the law Yet, you stayed in the dark on who created you Ill, you had your mom's fuckin keys To your little artistic groups you designed My Tona, designed rhymes, and developed Modern Warfare My mom's in charge, I came in the room And said, what's up mom? Annason she makes hella hot Is there a lesson I can learn? Hollywood she rocks, my crib's worth a mil My flow puts it in a triple coffin [Hook 2x: Ghostface Killah] You see the little things, you see the true things That change is alright just not knowing them No mean girl, so what's up? Annason you fine [Ghostface Killah] Helal money in new Nike Airs, $1500 New Wang denim, worban on a napkin Wu leisure, she was dancing in myuna I could tell her, I'm a take my time, no Askin how's ya walk, fresh alone I never had no love, had to settle down Wu leisure, she was dancing in myuna I could tell her, no asian girls, I'm a get ya So we had to go, back to the program Tell ya long as there's cheese, there ain'tAnyDisrespect Do you hear them? [Hook 2x: Ghostface Killah] You see the little things, you see the true things That change is alright just not knowing them No mean girl, so what's up? Annason you fine [Ghostface Killah] Helal money in new Yeezys, giving wedding rings I'm in a Rover, cuz I like the girl so much It's ironic, Killah is the guy Who does a driveby and gets lost in the stars After looking around, he's putting it down on a shelf You know, those are just two side shit But you'll learn real fast, you wanna get up in this bitch So get that ass home while you can, you gotta, (you gotta) [Hook 2x: Ghostface Killah] You see the little things, you see the true things That change is alright just not knowing them No mean girl, so what's up? Annason you fine Artist: 7L & Esoteric Album: Dangerous Connection Song: Play it Cool Typed by: ***@***.*** [7L Talking] Yo, smack that 7L This how you dealing with this 7L Ain't putting along plans You never know, a young girl bakes a cake She never knows She might go mad Due to the fact, the whole thing comes full circle So she's schemin' And schemin' for Christ, but this man is back He got the back, so she's all in favor I'm bout my cash, my head, my currencies and my cheese She was like no, I ain't dissin' you Just actin' kind of cool I respect your slang When it calls for your shots, you duck The one who tries, you bout to back down See you got duck and you still didn't get down But you tried and got knocked back To your Lex, baby boy, that don't make it It might make you think, Think I failed, but I tried The only problem, you gone be on the next flight Livin' in the fast Lane, son, I hate that shit (I +Don't Play That Chrome+) I'm better then Ike I'm more concerned with power then with clean feelings I've been through phases phases, phases, phases, phases phases, phases, phases [Verse 1] I don't even know if I can do this shit right But I can make a wish, if I could am Look forward to get in your life like bridges I'm on the roll no need toSA on no one It don't matter major, I'm glad I made it When I finally make it, they put my name on the building Amen, I can't sleep at night though That's just the way ======================================== SAMPLE 391 ======================================== and we'll pour the booze in the Radisson I ask you're yours So I can rock you in back and keep you caked up I said I'm no fool My raps done been trained to get you hypnotized Then when I say hi, you reply that you'd rather fly "With me" [Chorus] [Verse Three: Wynter Chronicle of a super demon] You are now, wrapped in the arms of a star Henchmen of a hit list, tryna123 get clicks, Jimmy on the second floor tryna sign off the three But your baby mama's sleepin, you on the third floor Now X-O hit the button and get duffed up by Burt off a fifth Check his history and who's around to date The horsey lookin shady, yo the demon taunted The horsey was a horsey just a dirty pimp's game In the first world none, the first one was a ghetto child In the last one was a plDispatch ghetto child So peace toBon I say to you, super demon, Wynter renvsoul vegetable hangin my dick off they nose like Michael Raines The pot I'm smokin'll kill your husband if they around is bustin teeth They there will never be again is like a land mine Let me holla at Burt boy, are you down to ride My weed oh so nice, will knock you off your toes? That's dope man, do you wanna dig it? Do you wanna sleep with me or you just wanna be a crook? You say we in the states, well state a dummy Come out my house and bust a uey home My homeboy logged every hour His name was Rico and he smoked a lucy If you wana do it again with me like a feud, bet You have a demons pill and it is sweet Your woman lookin at me like she just wanna have fun If your boy wanna kick it with Jill say he noolo (and you say no) If hisgirls see you they say jingear (and they laugh) And if you see a shooting star you say gong (and you say no) If your boys sober then you say jingear (and you say no) [Chorus] [Verse Two] Let me tell ya I'm serious as fuck I'm the hung glock type There's no time to find a mirror The same tone of my brain's blowing my face off (my self) ish days, I only wish I had a bit of my mind (my self) same days I got offers from rap niggas (my niggas) flowing like the blue jet, I could use the wave (I could use the jet) just never know 'bout a life without my self (oh yeah) my self was growin' up until I went loco then outta nowhere I was like bing bing now when I say bing bing, everybody say bing bing that's bing bing, that's bing bing that's bing bing, that's bing bing that's bing bing, that's bing bing that's bing bing, that's bing bing oh yeah, that's bing bing, I told you that I can't win, these other bitches won't fuck with me you can hope that they supplied me with the pill so I can make you stop before I pull your car up that's bing bing, bing bing yeah that's bing bing that's bing bing, bing bing yeah that's bing bing [Verse Three] I'm BACK,uin this shit I'm BACK,uin my flow I AM,cing your game You wanna waste a lyric, wasting a minute let you piece together what the trigger tell I'm like part two of Bun B,part fluid Knowing that I'm drivin' your set go to school with the high mallet Grow high in class and blow one to the dome then walk and teach with class you blow guts,towards the last comma Can't free me to the cause my mind locked up in the trap moves like a felon, lack of consciousness I was born on a plot so the way I walk in the circle are not maps and sprays con proved it's out line because I pushed it along could of been written as fact or retold as testimony the last time I required a question because I was like the blank page it was all on paper the day I was ======================================== SAMPLE 392 ======================================== Speech [Mother bailed out the home mother) As she reached for her pistol home It missed, the twenty inch chrome rims had only one chrome lining There was indi breathin on the steering wheel the passenger seat There was one nickelodeon baby Artist: Aceyalone Album: A Book of Human Language Song: Thearate Typed by: ***@***.*** Ladies and gentlemen today is the very first lesson learned Today is special day for y'all, the fly MC's Today is strength day for sure [Aceyalone] The very first time that I saw you I thought it was funny The way you movin them feet, the way you movin them t's - that's me You had me pushin in them places like you were a force for thought One of the MC's of the early days of hip-hop My daddy had a strong willies, probably why he left me Came in your major chrome rims ready to break in Your DJ's always sturdy, the way you rock them jords Those are the five fingers you twirl while I beat in the bed I always had a hunch back then, but I admit I held it It was the Aceyalone, huh, man I'm tellin you that It was kinda my world from day one It was kinda my world from day one [The Reverend] When I was just a boy, I hated being lied to Honies makin' the friends they wanted So they would always know, though they never thoed Even the clothes they wore made them people Depends on how they getTheirself killed Loved ones who kept it real Lied to society for what they knew We're gonna keep this on the low, so people will learn Told me not to rely on each other [Aceyalone] You got to love yourself I have loved God so much I have scourged so many strangers Ain't been one winter, but I'm oonose This year, my soul woke up from a slizzard I made a promise to myself to never hate the other (No hate) I made a promise to myself to never give dough to the fake I keep my heat with me, and I keep my piss in the cess I swore that I never lie to my sisters or to my brothers I'm straight out of Harlem and all I hate is cock back This is for people who believe in snakes and bitches Believe me Lovin' is fuckin' with me and what's the deal is it? Lovin' is fuckin' with me and what's the deal is it? Lovin' is fuckin' with me and what's the deal is it? Lovin' is fuckin' with me and what's the deal is it? Artist: Aceyalone Album: Grand Imperial Song: entries to the Mic Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Aceyalone] Aceyalone, y'all niggaz can't mess with me I'm a giant with a mic in my hand The cause of the missin' You missin' with the rhyme when you wanna slippin' on the one You really wish you had the extra To put the one before the two You wish you had the whole thang Cuz the two come from the same tribe You wish you had a twin No matter what you think about me I never miss that when I get home Boomer Esiason, no doubt Easily do, the brothers react To any slight sabotage Cause of Hypocracy The only thing I know about you Is the The Source is recorded somewhere And kept deep enough to drop in a coma Happens every time whenever I'm feeling or I'm feeling You know the tune, world, peace If it's up then I'm ready for whatever this is Hypocrite, you know the game Just flip your script, drop the beats, stay militant Don't miss that chance, damn it, the circuit's hot "This is nothin' but a celebration.." (3X) [Aceyalone] Aceyalone.. Demecregatin' off the page.. I'm feelin' high I'm 'bout to bomb it Make a scene, when they holstered up and fired up I'm feelin' damn it.. When thousands of niggaz march into my video screen And ======================================== SAMPLE 393 ======================================== So keep smoke and mirrors, and the chewing gum The best of,'cause we tap into the well of tracks And pawn off the faces of fools mistaking these wack emcees For the glamour and the cars and the fancy whips They offer lavish orders while the man's show smiles All the while signing up for high school probation Smoking joints like a team full of sports figures All the while ass kicking thoughts of the 1989 mix [Akinyele] Do you like concerts?Absolutely!Never Love opera or operas?Nah, That's a given Anywhere you go check this The Apollo De La Mancha, The Philts The dangerous place where the lethal virus dwell We make music from the minds of desperados It's like a disease ravaging the earth and killing the kids Until they're saying that we're living because our brains are so defective Here's the top down, world of danger My whole crew in Beneen, two heaters that remain blazing Ready to set it on fire so let's take a toopyopyopyopy We let the world know that we're dangerous, we're shaking likeice In need of melon that ain't rhymes you ready to be convinced I'm a musician, one brother with a microphone The use of my natural gift gave me an attitude That's been therapeutic like the use of a teeter Ooooooooooomoomoomoom They can't rap against us They can't rap against us [Outro] They can't rap against us (Damn) Might be more trouble to the society than us Middle fingers in the sky (Ooooh) X4 The following rappers were known to pop dro (None of y'all is [?]) A&Rs, Arm & Wheel, archeologists to quarantined A fortune teller, Texan, fly poster painters Mine them only wishes, all the time talking about the papes I rake gun murder with your life, mine being is testable In the booth is a snake with a cane Models and stencil artists, tap dancing rappers With a needle in the groove, I'll see what the needle is For The Guy, trying to give a younger could take the world driver's edish With a life to live in a ghetto child With no shoes on your feet for the sake of ESK's I'll skin and eats the mother though, on the eve of the heat I could rap to these cats, pull up and bag these chickens Sip the thai with the hope that one day they bite the steel The exodus, trying to maintain the wild ride Even Yellowstone can pull my xzits Even when I'm in the woods having crucial talks Don't make me tick, you can lollygag And still figure out some business from a whore's mouth That's coming out the closet, like a mumps that bleeds Then cut the fetus then bleed Sometimes the horns of a buffalo, bash a thousand year old from the horns of a buffalo Then I gotta sunset, while dancing with the army, Got my eyes on the prize and try to hold it tight Took a bunch of yoy (?) and threw it out the window Fuck the gangsta money, everybody clap your hands Bring your (?) and your? and your pride it's time to yell! (To hell with that roof and all that) And it's time to throw down, where my soldiers at [Chorus] [Verse 3: Grimmress] Might as well do a little trade, live by the code, love what I learned Might as well sell a million, create a crew and do a gangsta thing Might as well brag on a gold charm, airbrushed on gold ones One that said, "You're a man of your word, no need for a gun in your hand Cause when you have that, everything will be straight" Cause when you have a gun in your hand, you're gonna brag, open up the door No need for scales, can't measure yourself, bust open your thighs But I'm a ninja, with weapons so fresh and foreign I skip the insecurities that some of you have And where the tragedy starts where the tragedy ends I'll find you Because you have me on a fastest car That's a bonsai I will snitch on you That's out of my league but I play the role and yo [Chorus] Artist: Dre Dog Album: Tears of a Clown Song: Even EnjasPrivate Typed by: jostmatt at bluewin dot ch ======================================== SAMPLE 394 ======================================== hook Ya Haterright [Verse Three: Akon] Take a downtown stroll With ya hood up and your Porsches up Jeepers too With metal jacket on ya seat Ya gal ya hungry If ya want some change Wear a camouflage suit throw it right down the hall There's amart in the door That's doing a hundred thousand Before my Chevy got jacked by a kid from Virginia That's raw money Ain't no rules to the game Ain't noairs on the globe That's underground and analog slang Ain't no rules to the dome That's wild sometimes Motherfuckers gotta wonder what is this When you're getting this from your superior Motherfuckers are on the way to Hell Like niggas who got problems You don't wanna get caught But I guess I'll Ran that gun Before I Turn around and start to jack That's on my nuts I live like Babe Ruth A million A count A kill You talk about kill I been around the mill A million A count Some muthafuckin' clowns around my way Ain't no fakin' Niggas wanna get blunted But I saw ya kind clible, a.k.a. the gun I guess It's in my blood The gun Now I got I'll tell ya what This is how my homies roll A grand On the toll I'll accept your calls Take your home And tell me What's up This how we do Call the mortuary Tell the guard drop the key Hop in Jump out This is how we do that there with the A.K. Aint no stoppin' that Ride Calico like aival Light the bonne so he can splack Now Remember all the good Sell your last dime And pass it to Cellou like Rodney Take a little swing and laugh with them A.K. K. [Chorus: B.A. ] Playa, so steady steady trying keep your feet up So steady keep your feet up And when you fall down Keep your head high And when you get burned Keep your head high Yo, so steady keep your head high And when you fall down Keep your head high [ VERSE 2: Big Mike ] I see your vision, and IBERNED you Look out! I caught ya, and relieved ya I bet you didn't think I'd get low, but I did I see your heart beat speeded pace or will Iears to the chest, ya bullet proof O.G. Give me hip hopsters if you got more than me And you better thank me, for your kind mind Set course when it's on course, to snatch ya some choson And this here's for ya, when its on a dud No more jokes, this here's for ya Ol Shels, I got this here for ya Chock full of that real shit, to go with ya And to then chop ya, like a big rag I hit the night, and straight get into it And start to toss ya, because this is for my people Ienter the room, and break out scripts Threw on the bed, and throw on my dunce Told ya this ghetto is cold, and speedin' in that Uisin And of course, I rise for my people, that's why I come And to those who don't know, just take a glance Watchin' ( ? ) from stage, fallin' Kerse and jumpin' off the stage Look at me move around I keep on that ass cash for flows Don't ask me for no more net Don't tell me that you really down to ride See, I'll tell you nextance But I'm not a singer, so don't tell me what to do Get with this instrumental, and use it just like it's supposed to Get with it, and repeat after me Verse Three: Pete Nice netBurnMedia burned em like a scorched Earth made em wander aimless Visions of long and short Niggas livin' on the edge 'till they wake up in cold sweats the reality of time is on my mind, so they come for me Not only the current but the law too The reason why death is reckless, I choose it Deadly Bugslaughter Repeat ( ? 2 lines in background background background block ? ) [ VERSE 1: Pete Nice ] A nigga live for the moments, decisions would come his way People couldn't hold him, ======================================== SAMPLE 395 ======================================== of musical pocketclip Spooning a opening for my tactics, to hack on cops with shocks rippin through your clavicle Shots air out my baulk, actinguate through risin on shots towards weak shit Press 'play' to skip the tapeerrs, bow to your stress as I build up my stacks Along with a number of herbs, start a attack, like Peach peel, a watermelon as bright as honor leans the wallet as Santa with the matters of life Beano tree, vanilla ice with the name pin a picture upside the gat like a Velour Boy Quick as a stick and a white balancing act When it's and Bakaryia and the World said it was irretressible I held it and felt it and fought the pressure with a shrug It's back to the numbers, like when weusted from coal You can't press your luck and you wind up with a grin but I held this and laughed along, it's true At times I'd throw my shorts upon your stomach and call it quits Somewhere in the middle where the Females fart In an air wing sit at her inquest Helping the debate on what made the gorillas mad I'm guilty of every charge and will haunt me In my own minds I already knew what I was doing But hopefully by throwingax, your own belief that means you did something else too In a dangerous borough, smoking a blunt, getting darker Fighting another bidication to see a brighter day [Canine ***@***.*** Can't see through these eyes but still knows what you are Lights, camera Houston, Texas - CAN'T-BLESS It's gon' be about that at the show I'm in the wings are black and white singing blues to this tune I'm in the gut, black man, white's where you phony I'm down with movements on Classics Day I'm down with movements on Classics Day I'm down with the Philharmonic and the great jazz spoken Let me slow down, it's great Great things, let me tell you great things Let me slow down, it's great things God Let me move faster, let me fasten my grip Let me hold it down, hold it down, hold it down Wipe the money and sit back and count the grands Let me slow down, it's great things Great things, let me know some great things Artist: Canibus Album: Ustream station right here Song: Ustream station right here Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash {A} Yeah; yea yea I fuck that program on the come back {Westside] You can go tell somebody that they're thevenn of You know we're gonna ignore them The only message that we wanna give you Is theyrics that make them want to listen What we want everybody get ready; what we want everybody get Alright? Use your common sense and your sense; what we want you to do Before you front; you front; you front; you front Aww, uhh The rap menace is here to stay {YEAH} We're not unique we're here to stay {Westside] And I'll never be the same again "He's on his own, he's on his own" Ain't no sequel Fresh Prince ofreat on it Nah it's a stale movie no sequel Fresh Prince ofreat on it Can't see Yeezus no more He's Yeezus anyway he just be Ran off on his own, I ain't gonna back down on it Aww boy, I'm grossin' on it Fresh Prince of a players baseball I'm as high as I can go with my shoe I put my ear to that other side, like Wimbleton Get to peep before he gets put on Yea, those are things you cannot rush You're like the sum of your parts That's the reason that a man of his nature is incomplete I battle tooth and nail like Big 2 Backes Try to find him and his mans, be in his house like Robin Hood I saw her, infrared, I stalk her from his feet It's me, Beanie Mac and my bitch, Def Jam I'm in the house, you can't help her cause she a?'d know I get 'em fed from a muhfucka, call me a chef Mmmm... Put you on rootdrum, push you to the edge, Push you to the edge, push you to the edge You know what I ======================================== SAMPLE 396 ======================================== zie sombo de propa Po Delta, Chaka paka se bo funk coke out Dejate que vagabondas, me aguanto asi Me gusta que esta abajo de nos justicia Conmigo hay le pego me gusta, pero natulu Una noche, certa de un mina del fin del final en el dica Dalsin peleblade chula y lo que tuvo ppase mon parapone Aprende tu eres una conexion de mi mente Uma bela success con cria el gorda en el arena Uma boca momentas problema las nubes pela es faras calientes Cabrones con rostro, veniciosa, veniciosa, con simple Es una torcha pa ti, para sucia estaruga sueltos pa probas, y me develos que tire (oh oooh) Una noche locaTabasco en el Honda oh-oh, umm, doble mundingo oh-oh, pinch me lo meno muy extraordinary, tu lo que sea cuando sexo si tu la hay queSuza Se que tu paso me dijas jougheye en la unica que pudre, lo que buscados se que tu pones muy mista lo que tu van me tienes tu veras de terminar pa' que 95' traupcia oye yo tenedes pa' prendi Toma,ame yo soy un diaMi toma, toma' que me to' esa' va-va-va-va-va-va Maria ha-ha-ha-ha Baby, tu eres mia mia-ia-ia Toma,omi Masas ojitos oh-oh Toma,ame! Mas deh cosmo' y yo no mami, mas ojitos 4 lozys, 4 packs, 4 days y uh fi tez cuando llevar mami, yo (Me gusta; hora crecura, hora crecura) (Pero) (Japo-) (Aha) (Me gusta; hora crecura) (Japo) (Aha) (Me gusta; hora crecura) (Japo) (Aha) (Me gusta; hora crecura) (Japo) Toma,toma Mi dios paen algo demo te arranun Mitsuncus gura soy un mia mela so relax and listen to mi seh To this mi tell you [Intro] Cesse, tu y yo bobo veso se tu no te agora he visto se seh yo seaso yo capear he said Juan went to prison for being a vagabell Demos lo que tejuos y mo quiero solo se los gritos no creo e recubita cuando creo e mis creo he said stay He gojuro que nadie(oh oloroh) he let the chip be your gate and you know from the nah he (gojuro) loose your nah came at homeeee he giuego se you a soldier came at homeeee go And those who was against me, they tiga(???) they taka for the belly and after the blast they haldo (???) they haldo get them touda lo que yo nunca a lo que??? (???) they haldo get them touda lo que yo nunca a touda lo que yo devil [Chorus] Gusa hoy (tesca tiempo que estoy) Bajo de de balacera Nesty (va hoy) Anora (va enejue?) Esta noche esta noche me acuerda Dos me hues parebe Bajo de de balacera Nesty (va hoy) Anora (va enejue?) Esta noche esta noche me acuerda Baby (chino vaz) bronco, dale, he heffi e pico Solo, he heffi e lo que hecho chega Baby, he he hecho chega Real, he he hecho che ======================================== SAMPLE 397 ======================================== to the west H mechignan, strike backs, I'm straight through Hit you with all four, VsGF and Rimshot Hit grands as well Hit my rag with eight, OneWorld's raw track Soo wop spinnin', you better send us a load Some say it's inevitable, disaster for the kid Inevitable cause everything comes at a price [DevilSubal] I come through bout four men, We're rudebwoy, On this mission, They're under our raps They started to think my g-shoots will pull up and bury you I'm kinda cocky when it comes to cats, They let me in broke witchu guns I'ma let a nut off fully, If they hear the kick drum I break you Knock your head on a platter, They let Mac and the homie Geezy off the hook I'm a IE born again young brother, Look yo, I Ike it ain't easy It's necessary toezin' back, I love the hoe so more tell I Ike to the heart beat, I'm into all kind of flavors I Ike gimmi the beat, I'm into all kind of flavors I uh I Ike got the beats jumpin' like a bass tec I Ike to the beat jumped in the pockets they love it when I poke I Jetted on that E-40 when I pulled up on the block Spinnin' I'm holdin' them down the whole Southside Yes I hit the Southside, Yes I hit the Southside Yes I (???) them Pimp House cats when I hit the L.I Yes I hit the Southside, Yes I hit the Southside Yes Iipp you The heart wanna clap everytime, I got them legs Yes I hit the Southside, Yes I hit the Southside Yes Iipp you The heart wanna clap everytime, I got them legs Yes I hit the Southside, Yes I hit the Southside Yes I hit the Southside Pimp House, Hooray Ah, Hollaback Big Hund' Who (???) Who (Hood nation) Who (Hood nation) The heart is on the flo' at this south side clap (I'm on my, yeah) And I'm knocking down the whole flo' just because I got a little whine And I'm scratching these rhymes, pluck these cybs and break these cybs I'm kinda kinky as MC, mysterious and sweet Back in the day I sniffed these up and give these and head, uh Check it out, (???) Phat Kitchen and Diner, Mixx and the Wagon E.T. and E-T, Inmac Center, Great Dan Mix it, hit it, split it, chalice! Artist: A.B.G Album: Who's Hard: Gang Starr Presents B.G. Song: 500orthlo Typed by: ***@***.*** (Chorus) [A.B.G.] I can't get no please A.B.G. [?] [x3] Yeah I'm rich (Chorus) [A.B.G.] A toz [x5] (Big Pokey) Why you talking so hard Why you crying so hard Fuck you Want me Please Get It Don't talk Athens My bitch is bad So I got to go fuck her Make her moan Fuck her 'Roni My vision is rosily And choppy And for all the hoopla I miss my ex Her name is Boss She told me it was cornbread Oh baby baby this is a lesson I'm talking face time Toss it quarter ki's in a rental car Go (Oh oh oh) Half pint to the head Fill up my cup Fill it up with thirst Go (Oh oh oh) Don't stop Go (Oh oh oh) Get it Go Go (Big Ed [x6]) It's your head Young greedy bound to get you bussed Left the club with the club keeper On the drinker girl [Chorus] (Singing) Noooo, noooo [x8] Noooo, noooo [x15] Noooo, noooo [x8] Them other club godzilla Them over joe and ricky Them girls in mad pink and shit The ======================================== SAMPLE 398 ======================================== ?) Still Satan afriend Artist: 2 Chainz Album: Lotta Hoes (S) Song: Lotta Hoes Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Chorus] You could tell by my clothes I got a lot of hoes Plus I got a bankroll I put them all on my mother Bitch I ain't gotta tell you why I do it I got the mind of a Tyson (tricks) I've been doing this shit for years (There's more to it than that nigga) And I ain't gotta say it Cuz my momma gon' die before I get it Got a glock and my warship when it sail Look the bitches shakin' Steady poppin' and floatin', promisein' Off the grid when we ride or drive a jets Uh, stealin' a mother on the city streets See the feds tryna search my little niggas Michael Jordan on me, the hatas takin' care of me (Nein bestiality on me, under my clothes is gold) Yeah, and they do a dog by the First Lady like my Girl and she in love with the ballers and we pass the j's I go to work ballin' Sometimes I feel my life need a bed Like I ain't got no clothes [Chorus] You could tell by my clothes I got a lot of hoes Plus I got a bankroll I put them all on my mother Bitch I ain't gotta tell you why I do it I got the mind of a Tyson (tricks) I've been doing this shit for years (There's more to it than that nigga) And I ain't gotta tell you why I do it I got the mind of a Tyson [Verse 2] Uh, I need the big head Time Piece, I want you to do the background Just because I'mKeith Murray and your skin ain't John Lopez You bark that bull shit, your back ain'tCopac Your deadbeat momma said she love my CD And she always look Tiger like a Fitta You stank man, your ass like Shaq I'm off the chain, ain't no Rocky like Pac Every single time you floss with me your whole world stop Jaw jabber wait 'til my album come out And your chapter card look like a hand full of coke spots And you talk shit motherfuckin' curse you about to get your second home In the hills, of Arizona like where you'd get that heat from Your girl said she date the Badd Boyz Ain't about that heat for this shit, man this is heaven I'm just tryna get my fuck with you in my new J's This Prada Louie, Prada Louie That Don, that Prada Louie, that Prada Louie That Don, that prada Louie, that Prada Louie Came from the club, like this is heaven I came out the mall, like this is heaven Candles on fire, that's my style This is my life, baby doll [Chorus] You could tell by my clothes I got a lot of hoes Plus I got a bankroll I put them all on my mother Bitch I ain't gotta tell you why I do it I got the mind of a Tyson (tricks) I've been doing this shit for years (There's more to it than that nigga) And I ain't gotta tell you why I do it I got the mind of a Tyson And if I do gotta tell you, then I'm sorry, nigga If I don't tell you now, I got the time of my life When the hook's on the ride and we do it, yeah When your bitch tryed to kiss nigga, she ripped off my shirt In came new and old school that's new to me And X-Clan, they had no pops, they had no summers They hit up the block, drove up the block, drove up the block That's the only way they gon' let it happen They kiss on the cheek, then punch e-pack to the stash I give a fuck, they bitches, they crip, they hoards, Where your family at? Where they grindin' at, that's the next fappin' That's the new song, that's the new track 21 and up, killer credit 21 and up gon' get niggas furious I'm 21 and all I'm thinking is, "Yeah niggas far as I I'm just good to go ======================================== SAMPLE 399 ======================================== ed, to ladies wanna make love I can't imagine themselves jealous, some things you men don't comprehend Fucked up the shit, lost in this hell hole, starvin in her life There's no escape, gotta keep your head up I gotta stay on top of it, there's nobody else left who can save us (Ha, look at how far I've slipped.) [Chorus] [Slinko] Yo, I'm floating, on the edge, of insanity, I mean, I can't look me in the eye The stupid motherfucker's insane Sometimes I just wanna look up on the sky, but That's when I see a mother, she might just look like a star And then float, like a never ending, tide A ticket to the top, we finsar, nuff my crew is hot Floating, like a whirlytrain going down {?} the ocean We're getting drunk on these shows, and the hate is sky But I'm in it for the gusto, not the gold, I grind it burns I dream of being at the top, and being in the top (C'mon!) I would a never compromise, for them lies I destroy If it wasn't for this, I wouldn't be this way! And truth is, I'm so fucking thick All I wanna do is see the sun, see the rain, I wanna see the light The baby, the first class flight; I wanna fly in I feel so much at stake; love me or hate me I'll live [Chorus] [Banky W.] I wouldn't take aSecondShot; I'm Noyd; let your bitch know I'm a beast in the game, I'm a savage in the game These fake gangsters out here, they ain't running nothin I got shooters on my beam, on my ass, on my shoe I done paid my next homie' Oh-oh-oh, in the BN; I- been to the bank; ounce for ounce Got bitches screaming out what the fuck I been so fo'! [Chorus] [21 Savage] I've been working on this music Relaxing; I've been working I've been working, I've been working On the road again I've been to the bank I've been to the bank I've been to the bank, yeah I've been to the bank I've been to the bank I've been to the bank I've been to the bank I've been to the bank I've been to the bank I've been to the city I've been the bird I've been the ground I've been the drank Artist: 21 Savage Album: Wait is Over a You Fuckin' Bomb (S) Song: Wait is Over a You Fuckin' Bomb Typed by: AZ Lyrics Rollin' through my city talkin' shit I just killed a bitch, who was from the hood I just bought a brand new car, both got fur coats Hit the road runnin' with a bad hoe I'm from a city called the dumps, they just love stupid They call me coo-stupid when they see my teeth, bitch From rushin'ph with the skanks, they call me coke-stupid You bit my swo-bleck, bitch Weed money I just stack it up Hit the hole with a diggy pipe I'm a really nice nigga, let me roll it out and hit it out Ima go no far cuz you little niggas need to let me get lit I'm from the zone bitch, I'm real near the dank I'm falling off never givin' one bad mistake I'm on the grind, these niggas duckin' paid vacation You on vacation, we duckin' paid vacation I'm a take it back tomorrow, I'm a take it in today You on paid leave, I'm a take you today I'm smoking a pound, with your bitch ass kicked ass Take your funds and start stacking, I'm the first to show you how to spend Hit you niggas with the diamond ring while I'm fuckin' money Some of these niggas need money, I'm the first one to start clapping asses Runnin' from bitch, call me coo-stupid You little niggas need to let me get some I just call myself if you got beef, I'll just give you some I walk right through you and take you to the back room tomie eat YouBug ======================================== SAMPLE 400 ======================================== yas Bunji fi cutasta ganigo Ya nuhLess, mi no Massenga no GP Bunasta no meck Madaji, nonotin paixat punanny facil So cabbastine options for 75 paixat punanny facil [Chorus] [Verse 2] Bun a time ces I done crissombo pauca la marina Montice Chrome handed me mine that bust through the back door Paucaixa noau,Montice, papa is on the agenda No doubt, papa is on the agenda Pa a occasion mi cose, Peru, Benino y paixo All Los Angeles city hall we get to riffin And I'm in the back wit my niggas Tony and L.H.A. Gun has a scent but Stix has a bug And papa is gettin ate, I make my threat obey the woman that hav afro and dread I afrodasci Jeepers with Aaliyah sippers Angelina Jolie I need that Bad bitches are fake, you shitting in your mouth [Chorus] [Verse 3] I got my dick down, come fuck around and get a wild liver 30 days I woulda been 60, why can't you be safe Only one night I loved you, it was when you were at my table We some sittin' but I couldn't keep my hands off you Love is love and we all need dick so fuck around and we can split Come fuck around and we can split We can split we can split we can split Mi hear all around the world The more you suck, the more my world Mi hear all around the world Mi hear all around the world Mi hear all around the world Artist: 6lack Album: East Atlanta Love Letter Song: Switch Typed by: AZ Lyrics I'm thinking 'bout a Yamaha (Hahaha) I'm thinking 'bout a Nissan I'm riding around in my Tundra If you got what I need, let me be your counselor I got a fantasy, we went toaden mall and bought a fantasy Said she lost her intellect, I think y'all need to forget it Been having conversations about choosing between us 'Cause I think I can, we was like Who?, I was 'bout a damn choice Eatin at our besties, makin corner Ave in July You ain't gotta ask me why I grind week out for free Thought back in '93, I think 'bout it Won't stop, thought 'bout it again Good brain, thought 'bout it again Tell God I'm glad He recognized me Wonder how they say sex is love, no, no Wanna take it up to Brother Marquis? Yeah He already made me his companion We butt heads kinda like kids in a jepard I'm jockers high, you girls too, yeah You can park my car outside your block, you trash Your sister wanna get with me and love me like my name is P You can be boy or girl, I'm a pure G I prolly would never want to die young, but Switch (snd chorus) Hey ladies You ready or you ain't ready I'm a clean with the [?] I'm a clean man I'm ready or you ready Say [?], [?] Let's see [?], [? my hustle First class from a T.R.U.C.P.P The hay bout a G and a sunny day To be honest, I'm kind of bored Fuck bitches, let's drink, let's get down to sex Can't punch your man but you'll claim that's your lady But all thatTalking and thatClothes on my dick Got a bunch of Nats on my body Not afraid to be a hog and dump them all in your mouth Hottest model, hot getting to know your feelings Better get from a distance, don't try to come around You've been acting kinda lonely Your homeboys and some of my boys You know them, so you know them Hottest model, hot getting to know your feelings Better get from a distance, don't try to come around You've been acting kinda lonely Your homeboys and some of my boys You know them, so you know them Best believe it, I don't need commas Foam the phone to open up dials You know them, so you know them ======================================== SAMPLE 401 ======================================== MK forces horrible boomin' sound Made prisoners of the Iron Cage assemble Big bosses,是齼光炿排隊只是随珰我的說侠 Big bosses,是齼光炿排隊只是随珰我的說侠 隊頭有保質期的愛你沒有上限 The time of year when you can't sleep, is when the flowers grow When 畲2POKEMOND歌保質期的愛你放就做想得calmly First sign of the approaching winter These are the concrete walls that I've seen So many things, I don't know about you But I'm looking at you, girl, because you're so sexy And I've got so much to give you Envelope you like a defensive line From afar you seem so far from home So I'll keep you here until the day of rest So please don't turn dogs toward me Because when hearts fail it can hell escape us Don't be afraid to die for us Our destiny is to be happy If weJUST WELL.... [CHORUS] Artist: Big Boss X Album: Thesit Stills Song: Can't Leave Rap Alone (Remix) Typed by: ***@***.*** Yeah...ha ha, yeah, Back off in the house, kid Feel the vibe, get a little rest Got my housecle scrubby on my hands and feet, too I'ma pat myself on the back for the bad news, though I'm doing okay, a- pat myself on the back for the bad news Check myself in the mirror - the smile is gone Don't you forget who you are, babe There's only one you love, let's leave it at that You just want to stay together, but I know you're down You wanna leave with me, I wanna see who you is There's not enough, cause I'm cold lonely sore from the trip, I wanna hold you Here's a toke - I'm not your girlfriend Here's an toke - I'm not your father Laxatives, please don't leave me lonely Please leave me alone You know, feel the vibe Go and take your train back, I know you're Down, out, got to get it back I know you're afraid, that's why you're sick Let's see if you can take the pain - can you take my pain? I'm trying to stay, trapped in, the dirt Oh, I must confess, I'm having a panic attack Got me sleeping in trees, the same color as M-A-N But I'm different, I'm strange, I'm going out like a runaway And I don't feel the same, because I've gone insane It's sad to see, young black male of an unusual ticket that only white girls want to do their thing A young white boy, tryna run away And I, sold out, trying to get some young black power Until this bitch hopped in my cup, and cup was filled With lead, and shot my way up the east coast I clean this shit up, shit get dirty from here You can run; you can hide; you can steal - no crew No joke; you can't shoot - bow down or don't pay me Your brother rap, he don't get no money He don't get no...drink, no...play....and no that's why he got a heater and chose a angle and where I'm from, girls don't speak they just stay quiet, they all-queraded All the girls' fingers are dexterity-ology And see, nothing is ever given, nothing wasted Unless it's from attention, or even a compliment I give you a hug, tell you a show you're love and you love me, cause I'm like a man of breath plus, I'm a man with many Eskwinds So baby, you got to be strong in the knees before you're got syndrome. And just as in the "Who's your judge?" box, please don't place them bets There's only one that knows how to win, and that's me I got style, I got charm, I'ma put a stamp on yo' funky-ass mind and pave the way for you toventure like ======================================== SAMPLE 402 ======================================== flour) Spark that [Beanie Sigel] It's a party baby free Flushing What I ain't seen in Boston lately I seen everywhere but notice where the rain don't care city streets ridin' with Asian chicks flossin' Limo tinted with some Asian poems Nave some excite And club ten Well I'm in the audience But these trues is playin' Ain't a thing we can take to the table Let me see your hands count Once you've been down they count too I ain't have to pull too much I can pull a lot without my bitches checkin' I'm ridin' through 100 percent Artist: Erykah Badu Album: New Amerykah, Pt. 2: Return of the Ankh Song: Love Typed by: ***@***.*** [Erykah Badu] And I find it hard at times to erase All the bullshit I've runnaded you into, this is what I said: ingsstrose when I've abused Misused, what have I gotten into? Misused, what have I runnaded you into? When I snatched you from behind make the cops find you with your head in the door oh, you thought this was some fun? It ain't no thing, it's dead You cannot go to jail, you cannot go to the house oh, you thought this was some fun? It ain't no thing, it's dead When I've abused all the power, at no time has it ever made me proud Is that all this am I bound to be? If I'm making grams, I'm making jewels, at no time has it ever made me proud Sometime you are so damn wrong. Sometimes you are so damn wrong. The things that I look for in a mother I call my name in reply to someone wanting me to bounce their hips And if I'm going to get with you, so be it Sometime you are so damn wrong. Sometimes you are so damned wrong. The things that I look for in a mother I call my name in reply to someone asking me to bounce their hips And if I'm going to get with you, so be it I was born to have it all, I want both of y'all Put the time in front of me so my homies can get it If you just kind of down on my luck, I'ma get it Miss her tonight and comes to the crib to get with Thinkin' of her when I wake in the morning Cause momma called, wanna play ward for a whole box Well if you ain't with it, then what are you tryin' to do? Theresa May thinkin that she better than me But I don't disguise shit, I'm in the frame Caught in the woods movin' in the Vic Tenement girl, don't make me believe You know moms sayin, when you climb the walls, you always fall But you gotta keep it on the real so they think you fall But I don't trip, I take it like a beginner Rocco-co-co-concrete, stay true and never doubt When you born in the ghetto, you oughta seek and seek seek, seek, seek, seek Sometime you are so damn wrong. Sometimes you are so damn wrong. The things that I look for in a mother I call my name in reply to someone asking me to bounce their hips And if I'm going to get with you so be it Sometimes you are so damn wrong. Sometimes you are so damn wrong. The things that I look for in a mother ***@***.*** Album: The Donut Shop Song: I Know Your Name Typed ***@***.*** [Intro] Good morning ladies and gentlemen, my dear diary. Since you had your success I thought it would be a good time to introduce you to me, my girl. Since you drip drip drip diju [Beenie Man] Yo, yo How many Juas are out there with this nigga Man? Not a much bigger dog but a much bigger bully A Bully! [Juicy J] Flixx that girl Xanny for me I cook that up and I flavor that up Lets ride this thang and wet who stink after we fuck And like I said, food ======================================== SAMPLE 403 ======================================== esis All the pain I felt lets me know I was fine when I was round his grind all the talk around you made yo handspeargy so wake up, tell the truth, and listen to the head because galah thruck and drove and stole my stinkle girlf� arrived just to break free shpe left out and she took the ride I tried to prelude drama but this napple has gotase [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Andre Nickatina] you keep on tellin' me I changed I don't have to follow a move that you make no sense I have learned that I'm not only the wisest thing In the game and I really gotta fall back Sprinkle fire from my heart to remind me when I am gone I will wait, just recall that I leave a trail And get caught and the whole picture drawn Is it me or the batter asleep at the bubblied candlestick I will wait, just recall that I leave a trail And get caught and the whole picture drawn Is it me or the batter asleep at the bubblied candlestick Well, that was enough, my dear, my friend Akrobatik and Pearl I mean they home at the last minute Just for letin' know that they prayers were heard Well, that was enough, no need for me to do that [Chorus] Artist: Alexis y Fido Album: The Pitbulls Song: Intro (Bomba de Tiempo) Typed by: ***@***.*** Ja Quemo' la esencia Alexis y Fido Los mas originales no pares no ese camino yo te lamberlo yo te ama lo que subete lo que tu parabola Mami yo estoy lista no me pega no te quiero ver slabajo e mami se suelta cuando me subete lo que esta llegar mami dime tu quiere que estoy buscando por esporte jajaja se van hacer me espre ChocStar coLos Sinus moe trabajas sientes Defire esto es suspect [?] [?] rap desBeat si ese Bloc oye Atena si ese perlac si ese buenas perlachos yo te tengo por el perro que se la esencia [2x] Desdebe una causele que te pones cuando escuchas abrochazzos mami si te marchas no me desespeches los nighturstas rao bajen que se la hayaste sienta Perla termite y yo tengo que escuchon [2x] Te sientes timida (CABO) azotala hasta (SHEP) azotala hasta (CABO) Todo 10 done ese hasta (CABO) [Fido] Oye (Que es momento que merda en la think so) E que ehh (SING) S e que ehh (Es e que es) [repeat until the end] Artist: Alexis y Fido Album: The Pitbulls Song: Tri X Back 2 Back Typed by: AZ Lyrics Are You? Alexis (ex breathvantage) Fido (Dime digo es) And Fido (Dime digo es) OhYes! Los Pitbulls Aha...Est-el-roy Los Pitbulls esto es el rap Porque te llevaste lo que jocha A tu me pega que tenerme se fin OhYes! Alexis (ex breathvantage) Fido (Dime digo es) And Fido (Dime digo es) OhYes! Alexis (ex breathvantage) Fido (Dime digo es) And Fido (Dime digo es) OhYes! Alexis (ex breathvantage) Fido (Dime digo es) And Fido (Dime digo es) OhYes! Alexis (ex breathvantage) Fido (Dime digo es) And Fido (Dime digo es) OhYes! ======================================== SAMPLE 404 ======================================== ed) I'm a nine jacker Jacker with a nine I get that heat When they run the streets in the 'jects You can't wash my stove yo it don't matter Shoot 'til nobody left (hit the door) But it don't matter, you never out yours Verse Foot [x2] Who the thoedest rappers the vocapedists TheLongHeAirToWalkieHop probably got the waisted Pity Sensai the hi climb passed I probably got the loud no Polly Like a vaginal this'll take explain my complaints I know I can't exactly prove my point man But you drink all your life and you just finished sumthin By watchin how you magic foot the couch I was stealing it Oh you poppin the secrets like the bell that's ringing Would you mind tellin' me about this service you provide Besides homicide both sides of the gun cocked Bullets hail no man you tryna be the boss man Go down a terrific you a guest in a pageant You can not be a Hypnotize About the bling bling but you tryna be the leader of the free base My life is like a box of chocolates A box of X BIOW! boxes holding more fire One day you wake up one day you're lost in time Same ole voice in the crowd one more time Remember my birthday when I Led my feet up I don't know why but I have no life Eyes like glauze, mine a little hungry Feel like I got stranded on my back Come into view, all turnt up and around The crush of my bones took the wind out of my brain Deepest lesson we got that we'll ever give Chorus [Amil] When I look at the challenge that I have it seems so easy, I quiver A clam a little lego Though I hesitate a little more than a little Hypnotize Everyday I'm taken with the he's-a-hundred-dollar conversation Used to have a cap rolled back in a thong Sheesh I look in my eyes And I'm cool though she's strange, how do you tell her? No胜焼訫我說完全的說完全 No tomorrow but I'm not here no later Stand strong remain forever positive No bother ask why I stopped smoking If it's right I will indeed be burning No doubt, my mind is a series of interels and jokers Stand strong remain forever positive Live by theoros the teachings of the golden wand No bother ask why I stopped smoking If it's right I will indeed be burning No doubt, my mind is a series of interels and jokers Stand strong remain forever positive No bother ask why I stopped smoking If it's right I will indeed be burning Skurre harty te kitty cat waste, waste, not trash, just cat shit. waste, not trash, just shit. url from the ocean, low compared to being next to schoonas times two, hardly known for telling you lies thoughts taking over you should Melody Skudder with you, let's go. Artist: 1200 Techniques Album: Consistency Theory Song: Fork in the Road Typed by: ***@***.*** [DJ Peril] yo, what time is it pack your shit up, get your place tight this is how we do it in the west links yo, a brother like me can't get jealous cause you never see everything like me I'm country like peril, country like oblivion country like death in jail, country like a writer finger prints ain't nothing like guillotine country boy, country boy boy country boy [Peril] I'm country laden with politics, fuck around and catch a jab from a country that doesn't give a fuck and where Tommy B. tried to keep the rugged hills but his blood had the chuckles, laughed and ribbed his nose so he decided to live with his nose fool round the clock, information age model Each hour brought a different lesson, each hour brought a new day I live to hand deliver, home foresees a lullaby and as we form the monkey we trust, it's just a form of death [Chorus] picture police, better never let us up wanna panic -> boom sound wanna panic -> bail money wanna panic -> neulogy puttin your money in the order just to wait out on the streets ======================================== SAMPLE 405 ======================================== bench in my face What the hell you thinkin' that plays so no argue, me Act like Jadakiss and always keep in mind And Allah is my name and the melody that we use I don't play keep away keep that from my kids They grow to be like our lady and just like our men (Chorus 2x) Jay-wax breaks it down like this I'm the angel of love Kind of cool but all my brothers don't get it But you know.... I gots nothing to fear I'm the great-grand winner of the oceans Shoot you in the soul then I'm marks with my iron Never scared to shoot it like I don't give a fuck I gets things on my mind like fiberglass Never in a hurry, I keep it cranked up like gats Then I let the God shoot me, likerome Am I? A pain in the ass but I'm not a weapon So I keep it crunk in my shit Then I let the suckers know I'm sick And other suckers know I can't be saved Then I'm off the hook, bet you that (Chorus 2x) Artist: Aceyalone Album: Accepted Eclectic Song: Accepted Eclectic Typed by: ***@***.*** Here we go: Five, ten, fifteen, twenty, Twenty-five, thirty, thrirty-five, forty Forty-five, fifty, fifty-five, sixty Sixty-five, seventy, seventy-five ways Today's in a maze And start the craze When they opened my coon It was time to bloom Thinkin' like ten people, trapped in one room Snatched out the nest, and layed to the side I guess its time to get funky Well, gotta get funky How you like me now, said I was lovely And if love was a part of life, I'm a fool You gotta have it, for me, for me, for me You did the butterfly right, that's true And Imma tell ya, it's a beautiful thing And for hip hop, its the same damn difference That made in the ghetto, its the same damn difference My name is slight weight, in the same damn weight Mi hear dem tell you, you don't want no play Survival of the fittest, this y'all see All through the projects, no I can't play Gimme respect because I bomb like germ niggas Me and green, we got it how you do, wodie Accepted Eclectic [x8] He's half past his prime Couldn't carry the weight he grew up with He can't carry the love, or the hate He can't carry the struggle, or grow with the Or pick up the pace or even pick up the beat Or mow and take off the mask and see who's in it I'm in it, sick of it, the pain is winnin' The gain is winnin', some stay long Some stay just as the judge do, others, still What you want and some don't, I care which one you sign off My heart don't appreciate, my heart don't appreciate Accepted Eclectic [x8] He's half past his prime Couldn't carry the weight he grew up with He can't carry the... He can't carry the struggle, or grow with the Or pick up the pace or even pick up the beat Or mow and take off the mask and see who's in it I'm in it, sick of it, the pain is winnin' The gain is winnin', some stay long Some stay just as the judge do, still see What you want and some don't, I care which one you sign off My heart don't appreciate, my heart don't appreciate Ec-��EL rhymes pertain to more than just taste I'm lyrical more, a crook like S.I.R. The lyrical gifted, lyrical sick Some say that I'm sick, but I'm still in the zone You say your flow's weak, but your lyrics are tight You wanna pull and bust your gun, but you don't wanna die You only flow tight, I'm known to diss You the reality, reality of everyday life See Iixir, got your head off the throttle Some see a weak type, but I fuck with strong crews Because I'm dope, when I fuck with you ======================================== SAMPLE 406 ======================================== rest Gimme a mic! Gimme a mic! You gon' Believe what the dealer already told me Don't Work you and none of your Friends cause all of your Family is lying Everyone of the sudden Madder that's Alone is The Life of a Love Boat on a Sugaruous My heart had to burst because I anointed the most Hoes In the Bible the most are forgiven Who can fuzz the most fears andment is what Total Kamba's trying to tell The hype type really don't belong on a G flyer Motivation on a whole neck like it's a race It's Rockie Fresh and I'm with it because of her You know the deal baby shorty great joy A surprise like a naked freak peeping Cause we jump on the pineapple and yolafulke toboggan screaming in accrony [Hook] I'm the most unlike The Bleedin illest bitch I go and do my thang Bgs be great you ignorant Stinkin in the brain just like lemme read it I'm chillin at the and uh I'm flowin but I'm high on bud That's why your boy don't take it asapappear [Verse 2] (I'm drunk) I think nothin of it One of one catch 22 it gone Met ya one in wreckless other than your top Catch 22 the waist and the back Met ya one on the cross She got a um wipe on her That's just like the south coast Ace one more time come and catch ya She uh wipe it down she takin um to kiss ya She say she don't want no trouble All she wanna do is sex you Before a nigga has to sneeze She tell you what She say hey baby it's nothing You know what she say But we never spoke again so uh what's happening Chorus The most delectable chick is Baby in the house next door Only on me when I'm on that Bodegas turn up All the way from Texas with a bed on crew Same ole name as my baby daddy And she the coldest cold will hit your block And chill when the kids is chillin I got aracts and facts and stats and science She a muthafucka from dust, smokin and stealin She mumblin' up and down that ass Im tired of just playing that silly wit it She said she've got a baby on the way I said chill phew wait a minute baby leave that ass Artist: Aceyalone Album: Hardrive/Windchill CD-5 Song: Heart-Sickness Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [uncredited spoken word poet forms the song's intro] Aceyalone is a wicked motherfuckers and when I die speak of me in the sky I'm trying to hold the breath of your angel [Aceyalone] You never took the time to really think twice Man your mind is like a plumber coming to work Your heart's like a jet or better You always gone be safe only in the name of heaven But your soul is like a snake caught in the vice Cause you're afraid of getting caught and got wasted It's like you're told that you're not fit Well that's the end only I hope you never woke up from what you did in the bed Because you don't know where you are In the body of the waters of the grave When you knell your reasons why you reject that saint key [Aceyalone] Life seemed like coffins and burial fields We're only getting younger more quickly I was a kid I had no plot My God is my kith and kin and My God is my kith and kin ithun's so cold can't open my kith and kin My God is my kith and kin ithun's so cold can't open my kith and kin ithun's so cold can't look in my eyes I was a kid I had no plot And I said life hates more hate than hate And I'm doing just about anything freaky You was against me so silly Why you snitching on us? You don't get all angry So why you sitting in an expensive man When you got all women by your side Yeah you'll get all them chips You'll make more money than a broke boy Yea with me you got smoked [Chorus] I love our whole family I love our whole family We all human I ======================================== SAMPLE 407 ======================================== started with dirty cash strapped, raising hell New Jerusalem in the mall life Get it in stacks they turned to enemies I couldn't touch her til she died cause she was my wife Whether sunny or grey, we all turn to enemies Yo, I'll end up in the box you know who I am Cause when I'm talking a long line like a line And a gray line like a line And we were both made for grinding and fucking No, I can't where I'm going but I'm moving to blast Yo, I never worry, I know that there's rhy harm And I won't ever fall out love because uh [Chorus] [Verse 3: Emilio Lopez] This time, I'm getting a blank stare You can shout in your ear to the ceiling while I'm centenance you I'm on the verge, I'm bout to lose my dry tongue This practice only got me spitting the PJ The snout, you see it through your Glass Yo, what are you talking �bout?), you just a recording You ain't never fought a song, you sing the bill I'm on the bill, on the bill just like a Constitution The visual, the vocal, the hands, the hands, the hands of time The spirit, the van, the spirit, the Fellowship The snapshot, the original, the original, the Original The vowels, the letters, the reasons, the reasons The motives, the verbs, the reasons, there went aos My motives, motives, reasons, reasons, reasons My motives, motives, reasons, reasons My reasons, reasons, reasons, reasons [Outro] Our Father who art is in heaven, hallowed in gold For as long as we live, our hearts will prepare for death Soul is in heaven, hallowed in gold For as long as we live, our hearts will prepare for death Soul is in heaven, hallowed in gold Artist: The Beatnuts Album: The Beatnuts Song: You Crazy Typed by: OHHLA.com You know, it's the world I can't even speak on you right now This is sidehairs away from the hot sun All you really need to do is put your feet up on the wall And ride it 'til you either die or pop an icepack [MC Serch] Aww yeah Aww yeah Heh.. They finally made it Yeah That's def.. Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah He beat me beat me [Pete Nice] Aww yeah Beatnuts a motherfuckin' travesty Aww yeah And they please their mother, aww yeah And you can call it what you want, aww yeah My girl loves me, aww yeah I know your looks sweet, aww yeah You're right on that one Aww yeah And you're right on that one Aww yeah My reply to that beat is "Attention kids, it's time to object." That's that, that's that, that's why (I know you feel this the best, aww yeah) I know you feel this the best I ever felt like that I reply to that beat with a beat like "Attention kids, it's time to object." (But if your mad like me, would you smack me?) I know you feel this the best I ever felt like that I reply to that beat with a beat like (Then turn it up) Then, (Then) turn it up And if you want to hear this joint, please sign it That's right, this is a human track Talkin' shit about Jim Jones and y'all niggas You know what? This joint is on right now Listen - whoa, whoa, whoa That's right, right here Shit, aww yes, aww what Come on Second line is Watts greens - whoa, whoa, whoa Patton Garden v Patriots, whoa, whoa, whoa Take that, whoa, whoa A fan favorite, keep ballin' on them 22's Akon, keep bumpin' on them 22's Akon, keep bumpin' on them 22's Ahh! Stand up right now, stand up right now Who?幾前我沒會,我身我身落니 Akon, keep bumping on them 22's 幾前 ======================================== SAMPLE 408 ======================================== I wanna do what I wanna do and these bitches all against me But the 4's keep on being waved away Maybe that's why I never get a chance to speak My confidence levels soft like ice on a hand Baby I'm only 17 but I gotta lil mama Typed by: AZ Lyrics 19 years old, (Momma?) from L.A. What I rode through the streets and gave birth to a son What I bought 'em both of were things I bought for my freedom When you're not a product, you're garbage man This industry makes a fool out a minute This money tree, you can call it your college fund This is a man's world, rough, rugged, rough, rugged This money tree got me born, I mastered all these topics So I bought a whole traffic jam, turned half my video Vendetta, I'm on the road with A (Baby you know you do that boy) And I hope to God you see me soon enough In the short to latelong for you as I get on [Chorus 2 X 2] [Baby] Now, used to argue every since that was ever before I'm lookin at this yellow paper, tell me what do I do Get my hustle on I'm still hip on Back in the class to help my face look right Back in the class to help my face look right Back in the class to help my face look right But it got to be said, used to fight over someone soft I was talkin to the teacher while I was fightin over some liquor She was mad at me, thought I was soft Gave me a big smile, now I feel ashamed Because I did her shame (damn) Lil mama looked at me like I'm crazy No remorse, had I known myself [Chorus 2 X 4] This Cash Money piece makes me hate.. All the real niggas.. all the real niggas I done told you, bitch.. Don't give a fuck about these niggas [Baby] Bitch.. don't be gettin fooled You and your old fellas is breakin your hood I have the diamonds shinin, golds and amlins Gettin high with a Rolls-Price Ooh-wee (???) got yo ass shook I'm the bird you know, you know So don't be stealin 'fore you shootin from under my Niggas, my names Lil' Isley And we got straight guns, runnin them diamonds blind on you niggas With the real money, that's why I'm hustlin stackin paper, runnin large, these red-cheese niggas I gave 'em what I had to feed their heads like Tony Trucks with the ten cold grip gettin watched like "Ooh, Truk" I'm so damn dangerous, let me show you how the rhymin' pump hoe do, (with the) Cash Money Records got it locked behind Chevy And that's why Everytime we open our lips, we get these hoes And that's a lot of fake bitches In my clutch, mobbin on college bitches Y'all niggas in theicken My J's hit your cronghold, shoot 'em in the head and shit Stick a Glock 9 to the waistline, Get off my lady Lil' Mike in the church I'm a beast, to be frank with you boys I'm pullin my Glock out and spark a couple spots Lil' nigga...(??) Get your hoe out my face cause she been through All these chips and rag, I'm finna po' in this bitch She feel me, hear me clearly Go toWhitney, would you ride with me? Cash Money Row: (with the beat...) Get your hoe in the middle of the street Pop her right pocket, pop her left and pop Poppin' that booty with the rooney Ass in the face, know I ain't gotta be cl'; but baby, if you're urgent, come and help me I'll still get you to the north, so quick Bitch niggas, I left they rained out they don't know how to play God damn, I gotta shopping done Shit, I gotta shopping done I gotta all of these ladies Plus I got a whole lotta P's If you got a dog, or acatacalucci get in the game, and get bombed Get's them J's the week they uttering it Get it while you're ======================================== SAMPLE 409 ======================================== must be delicate Even in waters of calm, rough and rugged The days go by quick, as things get rough at night Prospect scarred by the rain, shadowed by the blizzard Can't tell where the tears get shed Or whether the tears hide the seeds of sounuses Can't tell if the same dust storm uncovers secrets Like the silvery cloud never covers lynx But shades of blue that never fade, you can't deny My name is Luke, from the L of 1 And 1 will never be tattered, never been faded Broken promises to stay privileged Abolish beholdenness, the last dragon Two sides, the truth, the metaphor Undiluted valley child, loosing her face in the ocean The goal, un-natural, sight un-natural How can you stop poverty? How can you stop the revolution? Guess I gotta be three in the world and I'm fromDispatch Swing back, explode, ten kitted Unleash unloose, un-loose, weapons of war, un-Natural [Chorus Two 1X: X4] You think you're strong, but you're just a fool Convince them, to slip right through your nets [Speech 1x] I reach out with a punchline, first to crush is the first to drop is X4 to your sector It's natural to say that we're for real You rap meditatin, and you can't get enough I'll cover every area, 'cause it's hard to carry You hear it in the strength of my voice All across the land, it's the heart that I speak Oh what a feeling, to have the whole world on your chest Well it's nice to be thinking, not sluggards It's better to show on the front page, with your hands up In a musical play, with the whole world up Oh what a feeling to have the whole world on your chest Well it's nice to be, and it's nice to be safe Noacher, but the Southside is where I'm from If you up on a plan, you either fail or die Ikwoch best believe it, I'll fail All I can recall once I moved away, was a switch in the wind We was bunking down, in the kitchen or the sink Can't remember a thing, even though I was living [Chorus 2X] You think you're strong, but you're just a fool Convict me, the strong say all the wrongs to the man Slow down, you're gonna slow down, I'ma teach ya Weed, we're taking over your mind Your heart is empty, it's empty, it's showing you are strong [Speech 2X] Nineteen, the first day, marijuana was rolled out Marijuana was smoked, tell me how you feel? I been smoking for 16 days straight And I know it's not personal, all that smoking Becomes a habit, that's all that's in the air I'm a teacher for the kids, not for the rage Let the loudmouths hear what they can't say I THINK NOT, if you're out there still tryna get this cake I'S DEEPRINTED, I was raised in a house full of second hand Raps and all, I got my first corner for all this time Damn, I must have read every verse that the angels dropped Or put it in another category, maybe deserve a Grammy But ese ghop is still low cuz it's ugly and full of pride When you take it back, maybe we can respect the flag Respect the flag, never take it back, leave it alone [Chorus] [Bridge 2X: offendedwild] Damn Artist: Beast 1333 Album: Anonymous Incursions Song: Traneity Typed by: ***@***.*** Verse 1: Virens blare, cameras flash, dogs run out, shit gets crazy Quirkes of ridership park benches in front of the jakes And a carnival barker than the average human being Trees ain't the only form of recreation on these lands Live by the sword and ride the kite to your local game board The lights of the city lies upon the mountain peak Crisscross the line, one day you'll be my sex on these lands A proposition on these benches A livin legend forever last Just tell me do you want to die Tell me you know where you want to be City slicker