Rappers I monkey flip em with the funky rhythm I be kickin\nMusician, inflictin composition\nof pain I'm like Scarface sniffin cocaine\nHoldin a M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme, now\nBulletholes left in my peepholes\nI'm suited up in street clothes\nHand me a nine and I'll defeat foes\nY'all know my steelo with or without the airplay\nI keep some E&J, sittin bent up in the stairway
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Robert Matthew Van Winkle (born October 31, 1968 in Dallas,Texas), better known as Vanilla Ice, is an American rapper, known today for the single "Ice Ice Baby" that topped the charts beginning in the early 1990s (see 1990 in music). At the time, he was also one of the very few successful Caucasian rappers.
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the song is titled go to church by ice cube feat snoop dog and lil jon\n\nhere are the lyrics....\n\n[Snoop Dogg]\nNigga you need to stop snitchin!\nAll that yip-yappin and jaw-jackin\nNigga if you scared, go to church\nYou knew the job was dangerous when you took it\n\nWhattup it's the big boss Dogg\nSnoop D-O-double-G, Eastside L.B.C.\nAnd I'm bobbin to the beat of my O.G. homeboy Ice Cube\nAnd I'm C-walkin on the motherfuckin concrete\n\n[Intro: Ice Cube]\nYo if you're fucked up, put your cups up\nIce Cube and Snoop Dogg, nigga what's up\nSee he's a gangster, I'm a hustler\nYo it's either thank ya, or it's fuck ya\n\n[Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]\nI'm down with Lil Jon ain't got to pretend (YEAH!)\n"Crunk Juice" nigga run the club that you in (HEY!)\nYou scary motherfuckers don't wanna bring the ruckus (NAH!)\nYou just spend all your time in the club tryin to duck us\n(WHAT?)\nAnd if you walk by nigga, I'ma knock fire nigga\nfrom yo' ass, you can come try nigga (HEY!)\nIn the hood, all the way down South (YEAH!)\nI ain't Mike Jones, keep my name out'cha mouth bitch (Mike\nJones)\nWe can get it crackin if it get to clickin clackin\nLook at Mr. Jackson, nigga with no reaction\nIf you scared, go to church, we gon' hit you where it hurts\nThat don't work, we'll put you in the dirt\nCause a whole lot of rappers make a whole lot of noise (hey)\nLyrics full of steroids, niggaz paranoid (hey)\nAnd when you get that blowup, it make you throw up\nWhen you realize your favorite rapper ain't got no nuts\n\n[Chorus 2X: Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]\nIf you a scared motherfucker go to church (GO TO CHURCH)\nIf you a gutter motherfucker do your dirt (A DO YOUR DIRT)\nIf you a down motherfucker put in work (A PUT IN WORK)\nIF you a crazy motherfucker go berzerk (A GO BERZERK!)\n\n[Snoop Dogg]\nClick clackin, pistol-packin, Crip raggin folio\nWho the only nigga in the club with the toolio\nYou ain't know? Yeah you did; there it was, there it is\n"Is that Coolio?" Naw bitch, let me in\nJibba-jabba snatcher get at ya, spit at actors & rappers\nHang out with kidnappers and jackers\nMake money off crackers; can you imagine how I keep shit\ncrackin?\nIt's the big boss Dogg I'm back in action and smashin\nI flash with the bling I sur-pass the supreme\nYou don't really wanna have a clash with my team\nI mix hash with the green I'm the, last of the kings\nIf I got a bitch with me she got ass in them jeans\nRollin through yo' neighborhood, my Cadillac so clean\nServin all you suckers cause you all dopefiends\nJust like that dopeman, nigga what's up?\nYou run up with that bullshit I'll fuck yo' ass up\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Lil Jon: repeat 2X]\nYou scared, you scared\nYou scared motherfucker you scared\nYou scared (you scared) you scared (you scared)\nYou scared motherfucker you scared (you scared)\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]\nIt goes one for the money (HEY) two for the show (YEAH)\nThree for the pussy, fo' for the glow (HEY)\nFive for the rookies, six for the pros (NAH)\nSeven for the numbers of them fuckin zeroes (WHAT?)\nEight for haters, nine for the cause\nTen for my niggaz, behind big bars (HEY)\nFuck these devils, and they laws (YEAH!)\nNever question the size of Ice Cube's balls\n\n=)
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Young Joc\n\nYung Joc \n\nGoin' Down \n\n\n\n\n*This a nitty beat* \n\n*boing* \n\nNitty: \nHere we go again \nGhetto field USA \nYou know I go by the name Nitty right? \nI gotta introduce you to \nanotha muthafucka in my squad right \nThis nigga go by the name of Joc \nHe resides in College park right \nBut for right now \nwhat we gotta do for yall \nwe gotta give yall a hit \n\nVerse 1: \nNiggas in my face \ndamn near every day \naska million questions like Joc where you stay \ntell 'em College Park \nwhere they chop cars \nIn 20 grand spend a grand at the bar \nJust bought a zone \nJ's on my feet \nI'm on that Patrone so get like me \n'69 cutlass wit the bucket seats \nbeat in my trunk ballin just for the freaks \nCatch me in the hood \nPosted by the store \npistol in my lap on the phone countin dough \nIf ya girl choose \nlet her do her thang \njust like her mama nice ass nice brain \nEverbody love me \nI'm so fly \nNigga throw the dueces everytime i ride by \nI know you wonder why \nI'm so cool \nDont ask me just \ndo what you do \n\nChorus 2x: \nmeet me in the Trap \nit's goin down \nmeet me in the mall \nit's goin down \nmeet me in the club \nit's goin down \nanywhere you meet me guaranteed to go down \n\nVerse 2: \nVerse number two \nDo the damn thang \nCubes on my neck \nPocket fulla Ben Franks \nwhen Im in the mall \nhoes just pause \nPop a few tags gimme dat on da wall \ntime to flip the work \nmake the block bump \nBoys N da Hood \nCall me Black by my trunk \nDope Boy magic \n7 days a week \nnumber one record \nlong as Nitty on the beat \nOoh I think they like me \nbetta yet I know \nLIghts, camera, action \nwhen I walk through the door \nNiggas know my crew we certified stars \nValet in the front bout 35 cars \nBitches in the back \nBlack in the coupe \nGirls likin Girls \ntime to recruit \nif you gotta problem say it to my face \nwe can knuckle up anytime any place \n\nChorus 2x: \nmeet me in the Trap \nit's goin down \nmeet me in the mall \nit's goin down \nmeet me in the club \nit's goin down \nanywhere you meet me guaranteed to go down \n\nverse 3: \nTime to set it off \nLet these niggas know \nHave they ever seen a Chevy wit them butterfly doors \nI ride real slow no need to speak \ngotta make sure they see the buckets on my feet \nFeds on my trail they don't think I know \nI keep my hands clean cuz i never touch do \nEverytime I see 'em look 'em in they eyes \nAsk me how I know? It's me surprise \nPut it in the air rep where you stay \nTake a step back blow the Kush in they face \nstuntin is a habit \nlet 'em see the karats \nI'mma make it rain nigga i ain't 'fraid to share it \n\nChorus 2x: \nmeet me in the Trap \nit's goin down \nmeet me in the mall \nit's goin down \nmeet me in the club \nit's goin down \nanywhere you meet me guaranteed to go down \n\nNitty: \nYea \nYung Joc \nNitty strikes again \nThis a nitty beat Play maker \nSo So Def muthafucka
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It's Stagga Lee: (check Limewire for a free download of it)\n\nRock ya body mic check one, two\n'Cause it aint a party 'till the crew run through\nShake some body show me whatchu can do like Oh, Oh\nRock your body, mic check one, two\nDJ spin the needle, rock into the groove\nBump it louder so the crowd wanna move\nLike Oh, Oh\n\nYo, I blaze the illest\nSo much skill, it's impossible for you not to feel us\nThe realest, Emcee that you ever met in your life\nI'm tryin to see you work\nPut a little sweat in your life\nI got an idea, and it might sound silly\nBut I wanna roll your body in a tight brown Philly\nCrack it, lick it up, seal it, air tight\nGet a light, because you know we gonna burn it all night\nAnd I just might, double the ice on dental\nAnd if you double the price, Me and Vice rock in c'mon!\n\nRock ya body mic check one, two\n'Cause it aint a party 'till the crew run through\nShake some body show me whatchu can do like Oh, Oh\nRock your body, mic check one, two\nDJ spin the needle, rock into the groove\nBump it louder so the crowd wanna move\nLike Oh, Oh\n\nLike BOOM! \nI be at the hotel soon\nWe gonna put the lens on zoom, Benz on vroom\nAs long as you got the right perfume\nAint no body checkin' out the telly 'till noon\nYou should get a Stag top, on the backbone\nStag rap, I'm peelin off them tight Sassoon's\nHoneys stop breathin' when I step in the room\nAnd ain't nobody leavin when I set it with the boom\n\nRock ya body mic check one, two\n'Cause it aint a party 'till the crew run through\nShake some body show me whatchu can do like Oh, Oh\nRock your body, mic check one, two\nDJ spin the needle, rock into the groove\nBump it louder so the crowd wanna move\nLike Oh, Oh\n\nI like it when you work it for me, lemme see you do that, boom boom!\nI like the way you work that for me\nIf you wanna party baby, we can get together, boom boom!\n'Cause you know you make me so horny\nMaybe you a hottie when you get up on the floor and boom boom!\nNever wanted someone so badly\nWe can leave the club, and hit the telly, get a room, boom boom!\n\nLets go! all my ladies sing along! C'mon!\n\nWe can party 'till the night is through\nSo baby tell me what you wanna do\nGot the keys to the hotel room\nYou know I got my eyes on you\nHand rubbin' up and down my thighs\nI'm starin' at you with my bedroom eyes\nThe way I'm lookin', boy your so, so fine\nSo we can get it on tonight!\n\nKid, now, this rhyme is for the masters\nIn schools that use Tupac poems to teach classes\nYo, try to follow when the turn table spinnin'\nThe sound is leakin' out on the crowd, gettin' up in it\nSee me coastin'\nThe scene gettin' frozen\nHe sound dope when, the words are composin\nD-Boys, break down, and flow like a slow jam\nI be so damn ill, 'till I'm an old man\nStop...\nYa makin it hot when y'all move\nStagg\nI bleach the top cause I choose\nBruise\nTracks like the cat, Lang Hughes\nIn fact\nI'm nice with the rap, can't lose\n\nRock ya body mic check one, two\n'Cause it aint a party 'till the crew run through\nShake some body show me whatchu can do like Oh, Oh\nRock your body, mic check one, two\nDJ spin the needle, rock into the groove\nBump it louder so the crowd wanna move\nLike Oh, Oh
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Music \nWords and music by Madonna and Mirwais Ahmadzaï\n \nHey Mister DJ\nPut a record on \nI wanna dance with my baby \n\nDo you like to boogie-woogie\nDo you like to boogie-woogie\nDo you like to boogie-woogie\nDo you like my Acid Rock \n\nHey Mister DJ\nPut a record on\nI wanna dance with my baby\nAnd when the music starts\nI never wanna stop\nIt’s gonna drive me crazy \n\nMusic makes the people come together\n[Never gonna stop]\nMusic makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel\n[Never gonna stop] \n\nDon’t think of yesterday\nAnd I don’t look at the clock\nI like to boogie-woogie\nIt’s like riding on the wind \nAnd it never goes away\nTouches everything I’m in\nGot to have it everyday \n\nMusic makes the people come together\n[Never gonna stop]\nMusic makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel\n[Never gonna stop] \n\nHey Mister DJ \n\nDo you like to boogie-woogie\nDo you like to boogie-woogie\nDo you like to boogie-woogie\nDo you like my Acid Rock? \n\nHey Mister DJ\nPut a record on \nI wanna dance with my baby\nAnd when the music starts\nI never wanna stop\nIt’s gonna drive me crazy \n\nMusic makes the people come together\n[Never gonna stop]\nMusic makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel\n[Never gonna stop] \n\nDo you like to boogie-woogie\nDo you like to boogie-woogie\nDo you like to boogie-woogie\nDo you like my Acid Rock?
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ARTIST: right said fred\nALBUM: groovy ghetto\n\nLYRICS:\nLyrics for: I'm Too Sexy \n  \nI'm too sexy for my love too sexy for my love\nLove's going to leave me\n\nI'm too sexy for my shirt too sexy for my shirt\nSo sexy it hurts\nAnd I'm too sexy for Milan too sexy for Milan\nNew York and Japan\n\nAnd I'm too sexy for your party\nToo sexy for your party\nNo way I'm disco dancing\n\nI'm a model you know what I mean\nAnd I do my little turn on the catwalk\nYeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah\nI do my little turn on the catwalk\n\nI'm too sexy for my car too sexy for my car\nToo sexy by far\nAnd I'm too sexy for my hat\nToo sexy for my hat what do you think about that\n\nI'm a model you know what I mean\nAnd I do my little turn on the catwalk\nYeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah\nI shake my little touche on the catwalk\n\nI'm too sexy for my too sexy for my too sexy for my\n\n'Cos I'm a model you know what I mean\nAnd I do my little turn on the catwalk\nYeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah\nI shake my little touche on the catwalk\n\nI'm too sexy for my cat too sexy for my cat\nPoor pussy poor pussy cat\nI'm too sexy for my love too sexy for my love\nLove's going to leave me
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dem franchize boys oh i think they like me is from dem franchize boys but the part that goes "lights camera action when i walk through da door is by youn joc(its goin down)\nJD\n1...2...3...\nAs it is plain to see\nI go by the name of Jermaine Dupri\nDope Man Fresh in the place to be\nAnd yall....\n\nChorus\nOh I think they like me (x8)\n\nJD\nOh I think they like me\nWhen they heard me on the other one\nSo its only right\nThat I hit yall with another one (x2)\n\nFranchise\nYea these niggas like me\nHaters wanna fight me\nYea these niggas mad\ncuz I came up over night b\nYea I switched it up\nI got a nine cuffed tightly\nSo you better do the right thing like Spike Lee\nYea im super clean\nRock Jeans and a white tee\nNiggas hear my song\nAnd these niggas wanna fight me\nIf you had six figures you would be just like me\nYea these niggas mad\ncuz im shinin like a light b\nNiggas talkin bout yep in they motherfuckin throwbacks\nHe aint real you know that\nMuhammed where they sold that\nWe steppin on these niggas like a motherfuckin doormat\nWhen I hit the scene\nThey take pictures\nCall me Kodak\nThese hoes goin crazy man\nI think they need some Prozac\nWe the hottest thing in the market\nAnd they know that\nYo bitch is so stuck\nAnd she don't wanna go back\nWe stackin big faces\nCuz we still steady throwin it\n\nJD\nAnd when I do it\nIt's somethin like "Thriller in Manilla" man\nKnown as a killer man\nFresh from the dilla man\nSoSo niggas\nAint no crew illa than\n10 acres of land\nAnd i got about a million\nDollars worth of cars in my front yard\nIm from the place in ATL where young niggas sell hard\nOoh I think they like me\nWhen they heard me on the other one\nSo its only right\nThat I hit you with another one\nRemix\nWe gets\nBusy over here\nNo sleep\nNiggas stay up on they grizzy over here\nWe young (young)\nWe fly (fly)\nAnd we gon stay flashy till the day that we die\n\nChorus\nOh I think they like me (x8)\n\nFranchise\nThey don't wanna fight me\nIm snatchin yo ass up\nFirst nigga act up\nFirst nigga get buck\nMajestic gettin sweated\nWhile im twirlin, and switchin, sort\nT-shirt extravaganza\nFranchise the white tee boys\nSelf made, self paid\nWe lounge around in our white tees\nAshy black shirt\nWell get down in yo brown tees\nMuhammed throwbacks\nWho sport a jersey by Ali\nAnd if you made one\nHell naw they don't site me\nIm all about that cash\nRidin round with a nice piece\nEar piece, ice piece\nThat's straight up like me\nYou heard pimpin playa\nThey shine so brightly\nDon't stand so close\nVision blurs when ice blings\nRespect my whole squad\nKnow you can't even touch us cuz\nRoll out the red carpet\nHigh five's to show us love\nWe carry barrettas, countin cheddar, we trendsetters\nIm a Franchise nigga man\nFrom here till forever\n\nDa Brat\n60644694\nBlow drow with the windows up\nOn duce fours\nPurple candy paint\nBrand New\nThink I aint\nSame chick, same click, more bricks\nIn the bank\nKnow now, no hoe round\nThrow down like Brat\nIt aint no showdown, for no crown\nIm holdin that\nFace all on VH\nPaid, great till this day\nBeen in love with the mic since Run DMC "Walk This Way"\nTalk this way cuz im gangsta\nA Chi-town legend\nI'm not ordinary people\nIt's a star in yo presence\nI'm so icy that my earlobes hurt\nFor what its worth\nDon't test me I got the four-fifth\nUnder the skirt\nIm thick in the thighs\nCan tuck that\nStay on my grind\nI bust back if I must act\nAnd empty the stack\nIt's B to the R...A...T\nTrust that im crazy\nJD pays me\nIm such a fuckin lady\n\nBow Wow\nI'm Bow Weezy\nPrince of the O-town\nJust got the wheels clean\nSo im ridin slow now\nIm in the fast car\nsomethin like a Nascar\nIf you wanna know how much it cost\nYou should ask pa\nAs fsr as the watch and chain\nI drop some change\nIts easy for me to cop them things\nAnd I don't stop\nI got rocks and rings\nYou know, the same size as a boxing ring\nSwim
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Artist:Magic\nSong: Wilyn'\n\n(*talking*)\nUhhh, yeah, that's my type of shit right there\nUh, we taking this one here to the club\nReal niggas out your hands up, thug niggas put your hands up\nWhere the ladies, put your hands up\nEverybody put they hands up, look\n\n[Hook]\nI'm in the club, to the early morning\nDon't wanna go home, I'ma fight the yawning\nI like to party, to the break of dawn\nAnd I'm full of alcohol, that's just a warning that\n(me and my niggas, is known for wilding and)\nMe and my niggas, is known for wilding and\n(me and my niggas, is known for wilding and)\nMe and my niggas, is known for wilding and\n\n[Magic]\nI'm in the club, with a sack of bud\nAnd I'ma smoke right here, cause I don't give a fuck\nSecurity know, I break the rules\nI smoke I drank, that's what I do\nHigh as a kite, and full of that yack\nYou know what I'm bout, you know where I'm at\nI'm ducked off, in the corner\nLips stuck to your woman's ear, telling her I want her\nDon't know, when I had enough\nI want, one more drink and one more puff\nI want, one more dance with one more hoe\nI ain't leaving this bitch, till they lock the do'\n\n[Hook]\n\n[Magic]\n(who in the DJ booth)\nTell the nigga, he doing his thang and that's fa sho\nHe making sho them hoes, don't leave the flo'\nIt's getting hot, and I'm starting to sweat\nI'm ready to fight, this bout to be a night to regret\n(me and my niggas, is known for wilding and)\nMe and my niggas, is known for wilding and\n(me and my niggas, is known for wilding and)\nMe and my niggas, is known for wilding and\nIn the crowd, where they push and shove\nIs where you'll find me, every nigga with me a thug\nStart something, see what I'm bout\nTalk shit, and they gon carry out\n\n[Hook]\n\nIf you real with it nigga, put your hands up\nIf you bout handling bidness, put your hands up\nThug niggas put your hands up\nCome on, independent put your hands up\nCome on, where the ladies put your hands up\nCome on, everybody put your hands up\n\n[Hook]
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Keep Their Heads Ringin'\nby Dr. Dre\n\nHa Ha] \nYeh, What up this is Dr. Dre \nThe party's goin' on [Ha] \nThank God it's Friday \n\nBu-Bu-Bu-Bu-Boo-ya-cachad \nBu-Bu-Bu-Bu-Boo-ya-cachad \nBu-Bu-Bu-Bu-Boo-ya-cachad \nBu-Bu-Bu-Bu-Boo-ya-cachad \n\nkeep their heads ringin' \n\nring ding dong ring a ding ding dong \nkeep their heads ringin' \nring ding dong ring a ding ding dong \nuh yeah \n\nhey you sittin over there (say what) \nyou better get up outta your chair (thats right) \nand work your body down (yeah) \nno time to fuck around cuz we gon \n\nfuck you right on up \nso get up and get a move on \nand get your groove on \nits the D-R-E the spectacula' \ninterparty i go for your neck \nso call me Blackula \nas i drain a nigga's jugular vein \nand maintain to leave blood stains \nso don't complain just chill \nlisten to the beats i spill \nkeepin it real \ni use Crest \nso ain't no cavity creeps in my grill \nbut still niggas run up and try to kill at will \nbut get popped like a pimple \nso call me Clearasil \ni wipe niggas off the face of the earth \nsince birth i've been a bad nigga \nnow let me tell ya what im worth \nmore than a stealth bomba \ni cause drama the enforcer \nmusic floats like a flying saucer \nor a 747 jet never forget \ni'm that nigga that keeps the hoes panties wet \nthe mike gets smoked \nonce you hear the beat kick'd \nwith grooves so funky the come with a speed stick \nso check the flava that i'm bringin' \nthe mother fuckin' D-R-E \na keep they mother fuckin' heads ringin' \n\nring ding dong ring a ding ding dong \nkeep their heads ringin' \nring ding dong ring a ding ding dong \n\none two for the crew \nthree four for the dough \nfive for the hoes \nsix seven eight for Death Row \nmad niggas bout to feel the full effect \nof intellect so I can collect respect \nplus a check. Now im fend to got end to my men too to take of this business I need to \nattend to cuz my rents due. \nAnd this rap shits my meal ticket \nso you goddamn right i'm gone kick it \nor get evicted.I bring terror like Stephen King \na black casanova runnin niggas over like Chrisristine \nwhen i rock the spot wit the flava i got \ni get plenty of ass call me an ass-tronaut \nas i blast passed another niggas ass who thought he was strong \nbut i smoke him like grass just like cheech and chong \nwhen i flow niggas know its time to take a hike \ncuz i grab the mike and flip my tongue like a dike \ni got rhymes to keep you enchanted \nproduce a smokescreen with the funky green and keep your eyes slanted \nso check the flava that im bringin \nthe motha funkin D-R-E \na keep their mother fuckin heads ringin' \n\nring ding dong ring a ding ding dong \nkeep their heads ringin' \nring ding dong ring a ding ding dong \n\nif you want to get on down \nyou gotta get on down \njust get on down \n\ndebonair with flair i scare wear and tear \nwithout a care runnin shit as if i was a mayor \nbut i aint no politician no competition \nsendin all opposition to see a mortician \nim up front never in the back drop \ni step on stage and get faded like a flat top \nyour rhyme sounds like you bought em at stop-n-go \ndre came to wax you hoe just call me mop-n-glo \nmany try to but just cant ride wit \nim six feet two twenty-five of pure chocolate \nyour chances of jackin me are slim G \ncuz i rock from summer til santa comes down the chimney \nhoe hoe hoe and so as i continue to flow \nCuz yo im just a fly Negro so \ncheck the flava that im bringin \nthe motha funkin D-R-E \na keep their mother fuckin heads ringin' \n\nring ding dong ring a ding ding dong \nkeep their mother fuckin heads ringin' \nring ding dong ring a ding ding dong \n\nring ding dong ring a ding ding dong \nkeep their heads ringin' \nring ding dong ring a ding ding don
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Thug in u thug in me; 2pac\nnot sure though
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" I aint no killa but dont push me, Revenge is the sweetist joy next to getting Pu$$y!" -TUPAC\n\n\nIntro: Makaveli\n\nMakaveli in this... Killuminati, all through your body\nThe blow's like a twelve gauge shotty\nUhh, feel me!\nAnd God said he should send his one begotten son\nto lead the wild into the ways of the man\nFollow me; eat my flesh, flesh and my flesh\n\nChorus: Makaveli\n\nCome with me, Hail Mary\nRun quick see, what do we have here\nNow, do you wanna ride or die\nLa dadada, la la la la\n\nVerse One: Makaveli\n\nI ain't a killer but don't push me\nRevenge is like the sweetest joy next to gettin pussy\nPicture paragraphs unloaded, wise words bein quoted\nPeeped the weakness int he rap game and sewed it\nBow down, pray to God hoping that he's listenin\nSeein niggaz comin for me, to my diamonds, when they glistenin\nNow pay attention, rest in peace father\nI'm a ghost in these killin fields\nHail Mary catch me if I go, let's go deep inside\nthe solitary mind of a madman who screams in the dark\nEvil lurks, enemies, see me flee\nActivate my hate, let it break, to the flame\nSet trip, empty out my clip, never stop to aim\nSome say the game is all corrupted, fucked in this shit\nStuck, niggaz is lucky if we bust out this shit, plus\nmama told me never stop until I bust a nut\nFuck the world if they can't adjust\nIt's just as well, Hail Mary\n\nChorus 2X\n\nVerse Two: Makaveli\n\nPenetentiaries is packed with promise makes\nNever realize the precious time the bitch niggaz is wastin\nInstutionalized I lived my life a product made to crumble\nBut too hardened for a smile, we're too crazy to be humble, we ballin\nCatch me father please, cause I'm fallin, in the liquor store\nThat's the Hennessee I hear ya callin, can I get some more?\nHail til I reach Hell, I ain't scared\nMama checkin in my bedroom; I ain't there\nI got a head with no screws in it, what can I do\nOne life to live but I got nuttin to lose, just me and you\non a one way trip to prison, sellin drugs\nWe all wrapped up in this livin, life as Thugs\nTo my homeboys in Quentin Max, doin they bid\nRaise hell to this real shit, and feel this\nWhen they turn out the lights, I'll be down in the dark\nThuggin eternal through my heart, now Hail Mary nigga\n\nChorus 2X\n\nVerse Three: Kastro, Young Noble\n\nThey got a APB, out on my Thug family\nSince the Outlawz run these streets, like these skanless freaks\nOur enemies die now, walk around half dead\nHead down, K blasted off Hennessee and Thai\nTryin it, mixed it, now I'm twisted blisted and high\nVisions of me, Thug livin gettin me by\nForever live, and I multiply survived by Thugs\nWhen I die they won't cry unless they comin with slugs\n\nPeep the whole scene and whatever's goin on around me\nBrain kinda cloudy, smoked out feelin rowdy\nReady to wet the party up, and whoever in that motherfucker\nNasty new street, slugger my heat seeks suckers\non the regular mashin in a black Ac Integ-ra\nCock back, sixty seconds til the draw that's when I'm dead in ya\nFeet first, you got a nice gat but my heat's worse\nFrom a Thug to preachin church, I gave you love now you eatin dirt\nNeedin work, and I ain't the nigga to put you on\nCause word is bond when I was broke I had to hustle til dawn\nThat's when sun came up, there's only one way up\nhold ya head and stay up, to all my niggaz get ya pay and weight up\n\nIf it's on then it's on, we break beat-breaks \nOutlawz on a paper chase, can you relate\nto this shit I don't got, be the shit I gotta take\nDealin with fate, hoping God don't close the gate\nIf it's on then it's on, we break beat-breaks\nOutlawz on a paper chase, can you relate\nto this shit I don't got, be the shit I gotta take\nDealin with fate, hoping God don't close the gate \n\nChorus (repeats in background)\n\nOutro: Prince Ital\n\nWe've been traveling on this wavy road\nLong
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Beat me outta me - Beat it! beat it! \nBeat me outta me\n\nCome on over and do the twist, uh-huh\nOverdo it and have a fit, uh-huh\nLove you so much it makes me sick, uh-huh\nCome on over and do the twist, uh-huh\nBeat me outta me, beat it, beat it\nCome on over and do the twist, uh-huh\nOverdo it and have a fit, uh-huhr\nOverdo it and have a fit, uh-huh\nLove you so much it makes me sick, uh-huh\nCome on over and shoot the shit, uh-huh\nShe keeps it pumpin straight to my heart\n(chorus)\n\nHey wreck, thanks for the kind words.
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Busta Rhymes - I love my Chick a.k.a. Busta Rhymes - I love my Bitch\n\nKelis - I love my nigga a.k.a. Kelis - I love my Boy\n\nmy lady never lets me down \nthats why I never let her go \nshe always here to lift me up \nwhen I fall down and hit the floor \nmy baby so amazing \nlet me sit back and count the ways \n1...... she the shit \n2...... she the shit \n3..... she the shit \n\n*Busta Rhymes (Kelis) \nI love my Chick \nI love my lady yup yup \nI love my Chick \n(I love you nigga) \nI love my lady yup yup \nI love my Chick \n(I love you nigga) \nI love my lady yup yup \nI love my Chick \n(I love you nigga) \n love my Chick \nshe the shit \n\n*Kelis (Busta Rhymes) \nI love my nigga yup yup \n love my boy \n(i love my Chick) \nI love my nigga yup yup \nIi love my boy \n(I love my Chick) \nI love my nigga \n(I love my Chick) \nI love my nigga \nhe bring me joy \n\n*Busta Rhymes \nI love my girl cause she knows the shit \nshe acting kinda ill but she aint scared of the dick \ngot her on tape but though she act kinda rude \nbet she know my money gone \nshe spent a do on a dude \nreal life chicken let her fucked with a thug \nsippin martini's drinkin, wanna fuck in the club \ncause . . . see thats my chick \nthats my chick, thats my chick \nyeah she the shit \nand she the type that keep shit on low \nnever stress the kid when im surrounded with hoes \nif you knew the shit that she be doing to me \nin the club, in the crib, or when i'm pushing the v \nsee, shorty ass be all over the place \nnigga front she probally put her ass all in your face for me \ncause thats my chick, cause thats my chick \ncause that my chick, and she the shit \n\nmy lady never lets me down \nthats why i never let her go \nshe always here to lift me up \nwhen i fall down and hit the floor \nmy baby so amazing \nlet me sit back and count the ways \n\n1...... she the shit \n2...... she the shit \n3..... she the shit \n\n*Busta Rhymes (Kelis) \nI love my Chick \nI love my lady yup yup \nI love my Chick \n(I love you nigga) \nI love my lady yup yup \nI love my Chick \n(I love you nigga) \nI love my lady yup yup \nI  love my Chick \n(I love you nigga) \nI love my Chick \nshe the shit \n*Kelis (Busta Rhymes) \nI love my nigga yup yup \nI love my boy \n(I love my Chick) \nI love my nigga yup yup \nI love my boy \n(I love my Chick) \nI love my nigga \n(I love my Chick) \nI love my nigga \nhe bring me joy \n\n*Busta Rhymes \nyou see my Chick she a one of a kind \nI know you wish your Chick was a rider like mine \nwhen you see my chick you know my shortys a dime \nwhat she doing with them Chickes \nshe be skipping the line \nlisten, the type that reserve that ass for a nigga \nand if i had to skip town she's hold the stash for a nigga \ni'm saying cause thats my chick \ncause thats my chick, cause thats my chick \nand she the shit \ni know you buggin on the way shit sound \nbut you know you know i love the way my Chick be holdin it down \nshe is truely thoruow(sp) about the way she be reppin it hard \ntravel anywhere my shorty come fuck with the gaurd \nbust it, mami always creep for you if she can \neven if she have to get up and even lie on the stand \ni'm saying . . . thats my chick \nthats my chick, thats my chick \ncause she the shit \n\nmy lady never lets me down \nthats why i never let her go \nshe always here to lift me up \nwhen i fall down and hit the floor \nmy baby so amazing \nlet me sit back and count the ways \n\n1...... she the shit \n2...... she the shit \n3..... she the shit \n\n*Busta Rhymes (Kelis) \nI love my Chick \nI love my lady yup yup \nI love my Chick \n(I love you nigga) \nI love my lady yup yup \nI love my Chick \n(I love you nigga) \nI love my lady yup yup \nI love my Chick \n(I love you nigga) \nI love my Chick \nshe the shit\n\n*Kelis (Busta Rhymes) \nI love my nigga yup yup \nI love my boy \n(I love my Chick) \nI love my nigga yup yup \nI love my boy \n(I love my Chick) \nI love my nigga \n(I love my Chick) \nI lov
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T.i. - I'm Straight Lyrics\n(feat. B.G., Pimp C, Young Jeezy)\n\n[T.I.]\nYeah, yeah, uh, aye! What the fuck I gotta worry about now?\nNigga you think after weatherin' the storm and comin' from the\nextremes I came from\nYou think I'ma call all the way and get scared? Ahah!\nNah nigga.. I'ma motherfuckin' win\nNigga if all this shit go out the window right now man\nI'm all too familiar with this shit\nMy nigga I'm straight ya dig? Please believe that shit man. Hey!\n[echoes]\n\n[Chorus I: T.I.]\nYou can keep the car, the clothes, the money and the hoes\nJust gimme a couple of O's, drop me off at the sto'\nAnd I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt... hey shawty I'm\nstraaaiiiggghhhttt\nHey you can keep the dancers and the boppers, the plexers and\nthe poppers\nLet me fill up my Impala, boy holla at my partners\nAnd I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt... hey shawty I'm\nstraaaiiiggghhhttt\n\n[T.I.]\nI gotta couple of V's wit' the kits, MPV's on my wrist\nA lot of glamour and glit's, but shawty I don't need that\nMy beginnin' was a humble one, a hustler I'ma son of one\nTaught me how to number run, I went from that to number one\nHad a hundred ones, I bought a slab flipped another one\nSold my little three-eighty east, and said I need another gun\nThe littlest in the trap, and gotta pack of ice and bubble\ngum\nJunkies hatin' on my stacks, sayin' I'm nuttin but a young\nBuck, niggaz say, "What?" Then he see me raise up\nJust wanna see the little boy wit' nuts exchange old niggaz\nwhole face soon\n'Cause I spray the nigga's whole face up, wet the nigga from the\nwaist up\nThey try you once and you pull a fall, and then tell 'em shaw'\ndon't play wit 'em\nI'm fourteen in the dope game and don't care of catchin' no case\nbruh\nYou can sell to me, that's intentionally, another nigga that\nit's too late for\nHey wait bruh, bet any nigga came from that?\nWho lose it all the day, I bet he say he changed from that\n\n[Chorus II: T.I.]\nHey you can keep the game and the fame, the haters and the\nlames\nJust gimme some cocaine and some wood I can slang\nAnd I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt... hey shawty I'm\nstraaaiiiggghhhttt\nHey you can keep the clones and the clowns, the throne and the\ncrown\nWell-known in the town that I'm holdin' it down\nSo I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt... hey shawty I'm\nstraaaiiiggghhhttt\n\n[B.G.]\nOkay now, now when I spit it, I spit it how I live it\nEvery verse I ever gave ya, it was fact, nothin' fiction\nI'ma +Livin' Legend+.. no stuntin', no reppin'\nYou can check my track record, I'm highly respected\nI'ma gangsta in the game, go ask Lil' Wayne\nAsk Judge Johnson, how many times he saw my face\nFor, "pistol here, pistol there," "violation here, violation\nhere"\nBetta ask Rank, I ran the jail when I was there\nI held it down, where-ever I go\nWhen I'm in the A wit' the +King+, or in Detroit in the snow\nI'ma pro, whether it's movin' snow or movin' 'dro\nThat's between me and you, I can get it for the low\nBut that's nuttin, everybody say they gotta story\nMine on "Larry King," theirs is on "Maury"\nAt the end of the day, it seems to won't go away\nI guarantee +The Heart of the Streetz+ that you pray\n\n[Chorus I]\n\n[Young Jeezy]\nSnowman bitch (bitch), I ride two-seaters (vroom!!)\nIt's a cold world, so I keep two heaters (geyeah!)\nI'm straaaiiiggghhhttt, you betta ask somebody (body)\nMatter fact nigga you can just ask me (me)\nA little over aggressive, yeah I just might be\nBut half the niggaz in the hood just like me (damn!)\nYou wonder why a nigga talk eight balls all day?\nYou should try standin' around wit' eight balls all day\n(YEEEAAAHHH!!)\nSomebody pray for me, I don't know nothin' else (AYE!)\nWhy should I help you, when you ain&
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I Don't Give A \nPlay No Games \nGet Low  \nGet Low Remix \nWhat U Gon' Do\nRoll Call \nI Like Dem Girlz\nBounce Dat Ass\nNothins Free\nLet My Nuts Go\nJust A Bitch\nPut Yo Hood Up\nMove Bitch\nI Like Dem Girlz (Remix)\nDo It, Do It \nSnap Yo Fingers \n\nPut Yo Hood Up\nBia' Bia'\nHeads Off (My Niggas)\nCan't Stop Pimpin\nNothins Free\nChynalude (Outro)\nBia' Bia' 2\nBounce Dat Ass\nGet Crunk (GCWUWDA version)\nWho U Wit\nThrow It Up\nKnockin' Heads Off\nBitch\nI Don't Give A Fuck\nRep Yo City\nPush That Nigga, Push That Hoe\nKeep Yo Chillin Out The Street\nDiamonds\nThe Weedman\nNothin On\nOoh Na Na Naa Naa\nNothins Free\nPlay No Games\nPitbulls Cuban Rideout\nGet Low\nCrunk Juice\nGet Crunk\nWhat You Gon' Do\nReal Nigga Roll Call\nBo Hagon's Phone Call\nDa Blow\nContract\nE40 Choppin\nWhite Meat\nDon't Fuck Wit Me\nChris Rock Let's Be Friends\nLovers & Friends\nOne Night Stand\nIn Da Club\nBitches Ain't Shit\nStick That Thang Out (Skeezer)\nGrand Finale
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greatest hits\n\n\nWake up in the morning and its hard to live.\nHard to live, yes, its hard to live\nAnd it will be a long time before shit starts to give,\nAnd every single day its getting harder to give,\nBut God would be up for being down with a ho.\nLord knows that I got fuckin mic control.\nDo you got the mic control? \nYou notice your style is well original.\n\nThis man, makin money,\nHow I know.\nIt wont be no man of me.\nIn my bed I watch t.v.\nIm drunk by noon,\nBut thats o.k.\nIll be president someday.\nLight my cigarette and\nI think that bert susanka made me drink.\nLoad the box and then pump that shit.\nGot my greatest hits.\nGot my greatest hits.\n\nIs this band, makin money? \nI dont know.\nThe writing on the wall.\nAll my friends drink alcohol.\nIm too drunk to light the bong.\nIm too stoned to write this song.\nLight my cigarette and\nI think that bert susanka made me drink.\nLoad the box and then pump that shit.\nGot my greatest hits\n\nWake up in the morning and its hard to live.\nHard to live, hard to live\nIts hard to live and it will be a long time\nBefore shit starts to give,\nAnd every single day its getting harder to give,\nBut God would be up for being down with a ho.\nLord knows that I got fuckin mic control.\nDo you got mic control? \nYou notice your style is well original.\n\nThis man, makin money, how I know.\nIt wont be no man of me.\nIn my bed I watch t.v. Im drunk by noon,\nBut thats o.k. Ill be president someday.\nLight my cigarette and\nI think that bert susanka made me drink.\nLoad the box and then pump that shit.\nIts the ziggens greatest hit,\nThe ziggens greatest hit,\nThe ziggens his great-est hit