WHat is the name of this rap song?
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2PAC LYRICS\n\nthe poverty bothers me but mama's working wonders in the kitchen\nListen I can hear her crying in the bedroom\npraying for money we never think would she be dead soon\nAm I wrong for wishing I was somewhere else\nat 13 can't feed myself\nCan I blame daddy 'cause he left me\nwish he would've helped me\ntoo much like him 'til my mama don't love me\nOn my own at a early age gettin' paid\nand I'm strapped so I'll never be afraid\nWhere did I go astray I'm hanging in the back streets\nrunning with G's and dope fiends will they jack me?\nCan't turn back my eyes on the prize\nI got nothing to lose\neverybody gotta die\nsay good-bye to the bad guy\nthat one you fucked when you passed by\nBuck buck [gunshots] from a Glock\ntempured glass fly\nDo or Die walk a mile in my shoes\nand you'd be crazy too\nwith nothing to lose\n\n[Chorus]\n\nI got nothing to lose\n(that's why I got gang related)\ngot nothing to lose [5x]\nnothing to lose\n\n[Verse 2]\n\nI thank the Lord for my many blessings\nthough I'm stressin' keep a vest for protection\nfrom the barrel of the Smith & Wesson\nand all my niggas in the pen'\nhere we go again\nAin't nothing seperating us from a mack 10\nBorn in the ghetto as a hustla older\nstraight soldier bucking at them bustas\nNo matter how you try niggas never die\nWe just retaliate with hate then we multiply\nsee me striking down the block hittin' co'ners\nMobbin' like a muthafucka livin' like I wanna\nAin't no stoppin' at the red lights I'm sideways\nThug Life muthafucka criiime pays\nLet the cops put they lights on\nchase me nigga\nZIG-ZAGGIN' through the freeway\nrace me nigga\nIn a high speed chase with the law\nthe realest muthafucka that you ever saw\nI'm livin' raw 'til they bury me don't worry me\nI'm high livin' like I ain't afraid to die\nAnd you could walk a mile in my shoes\nand you'd be crazy too\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse 3]\n\nAin't no escape from a deadly fate\nand everyday there's a million black bodies put away\nI'm startin' to lose hope\nit seems everybody's on dope\nMama told me to leave 'cause she was broke\nSometimes I choke on the indo\npeepin' out the window alone on my own\nI'm a criminal\nGot no love from the household I'm out cold\nin the streets give me muthafucking peace\nI got nothing to lose\nand something to prove\nWhat do I do live Thug Life nigga stay true\nI wonder when they kill me\nis there a Heaven for a real G\nLord forgive me if you feel me\n'Cause all my life I was dirt broke\nwith no hope li'l skinny muthafucka wantin' dough\nI hated cutting suckers with my razor blade\nbut everyday it's a struggle to get major paid\nAnyway it's so hard on a nigga in this city\nno pity and ain't no love for the scrubs that be buyin' time\nIf you could walk a mile in my shoes you'd be crazy too\nwith nothing to lose\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Outro]\nIt was a what type nigga be a Thug Life nigga\nWe be the craziest...Muthafucka!\nYou know!\nIt was a what type nigga be a Thug Life nigga\nWe be the craziest!\n\nBrooklyn Babies Lyrics\n\n[Tiffany]\nBobby, I'm tired of yo' shit, nigga!\nI'm "Nothing To Lose"\n\n[Verse 1]\n\nThe only way to change me is maybe blow my brains out\nstuck in the middle of the game to get the pain out\nPray to my God everyday but he don't listen\n\n tired of you comin' in at 3 o'clock in the mornin'\nNigga, you got a family here\nYou act like you don't fuckin' know that shit\nNigga, what the fuck?\n\n[RZA {*overlapped by chorus*}]\nYo, yo, yo, yo..\nGrowin' up in crazy Cali\nYo, yo, yo..\n\n[Chorus 1 - Force MD's]\nDigital, these niggas should be crazy\nGrowin' up as a Brooklyn baby\nBedstuy, this is my life..\n\n[RZA]\nYo, yo, yo..\nA Brooklyn baby, I was bron up in King's County\nInside the womb seven months b
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It's called "That Girl", by Frankie J & Slim Thug\n\nyou can find the lyrics here...'\nhttp://www.requestlyrics.com/read.php?1,677735,677735
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Ice Box by Omarion\n\nLyrics:\nhttp://www.lyricstop.com/i/icebox-omarion.html
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I think it's by 50 Cent and Jay-Z
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I'm not sure (my comp isn't letting me watch music videos) :( but that song isn't by LL Cool J - it's by Busta Rhymes.\nJust so ya know! :)
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"Goin' Down"\n\n[Lil Boi]\nThis a nitty beat (boing)\n\n[Nitty]\nHere we go again\nGhettoville U.S.A. (uh Oh)\nYou know I got by the name nitty right (uh huh)\nI gotta introduce you to another motherfucker out my squad right (who dis nigga mane)\nDis nigga go by the name of jock (jock?)\nHe resides in collegepark (collegepark cp)\nBut for right now what we gotta do for y'all (what we gonna do)\nWe gotta give y'all a hit (huh)\n\n[Verse 1]\nNiggaz in my face\nDamn near er' day\nAskin a million questions like\nJock where ya stay\nTell 'em collegepark\nWhere they chop cars\nEat 20 grand spend a grand at the bar\nJest bought a zone jays on my feet\nI'm on that patron so get like me\n69 cutlass wit the bucket seat\nBeat in my trunk bought it just for the freaks\nCatch me in the hood posted at the sto\nPistol in my lap on the phone countin dough\nIf a girl choose let her do her thang\nJust like her mamaand I ain't sayin the name brain\nEr'body love me I'm so fly\nNiggaz throw the duces er'time I ride by\nI know ya wonder why\nI'm so cool\nDon't ask me just do what cha do (ok)\n\n[Chorus: repeat 2X]\nMeet me in the trap its goin down\nMeet me in the mall its goin down\nMeet me in the club its goin down\nAny where ya meet me guaranteed to go down\n\n[verse 2]\nVerse numba 2 do the damn thang\nCubes on my neck pockets full of ben frank\nWhen I'm in the mall hoes just pause\nI pop a few tags give me that on the wall\nTime to flip the work make the block bump\nBoys from the hood call me black Donald Trump\nDope boi magic seven days a week\nNumba one record long as nitty on the beat\nOh I thank they like me betta yet I know\nLights camera action when I walk through the door\nNiggaz know my crew we certified stars\nValet in the front 'bout 35 cars\nBitches in the back\nBlack beamer coups\nGirls like girls time to recruit\nIf ya got a problem say it to my face\nWe can knuckle up any time any place\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse 3]\nTime to set it off let these nigga know\nHave ya every seen a Chevy wit the butterfly doors?\nI ride real slow no need to speed\nGotta make sure ya see the buckets on my feet\nFeds on my trail but they thank I don't know\nI keep my hands clean cuz I never touch dope\nEvery time I see 'em look 'em in the eye\nAsk 'em how I know its me surprise!\nPut it in the air rep where ya stay\nTake a step back blow the kush in they face\nStuntin is a habit let 'em see the karats\nI'ma make it rain nigga I ain't scared to share it\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Outro]\nYung Joc...\nNitty strikes again\nThis a Nitty beat\nPlaymaker\nSo So Def motherfucker
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its called "Vato" by snoop feat. that dude from cypress hill
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i think its get down hit the floor by twista ft. pitbull
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that one???  i'm guessing you don't listen to eminem much. double.period. okay, it's lose yourself by eminem.\n*hmm i thought everyone knew that song*
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This is the song your talking about.  It is called It's Mine.  Off the Murda Muzik CD\n\nYeah.. yeah.. [hahahaha] uh-huh, yeah yeah\n[HAH hahahaha] Huh yo, you know it\nInfamous ninety-nine (infamous ninety-nine)\n[hahahaha] Infamous two thousand\n(Ain't nuttin but thugs over here baby)\n[AHHH hahahaha].. [hahaha].. [HAH haha]\n\n[Havoc]\nYo... straight thugs on this side - it's do or die to the death\nLike the terminal ill takin they last breath\nRead your last rites - God, forgive me \nfor the sin I'm about to commit - takin a life\nKill or be killed, rather that than somebody else\nreadin my will - you feel what I feel, you know the deal\nKeep the infrared next to my bed, one in the head\nHearin noises, dead tired, eyes bloodshot red\nSleep with half closed eyelids\nSome say it's strange, sometimes that's how strange life get\nGo easy on the bottle, niggaz love to see when\nniggaz slippin off point, on the strength they bet\nScopin your ice, appraisin it like the Diamond District Jeweler\nwith they hand on the biscuit\nDo ya, wanna get caught lifted; or sober, so you can react quick?\nBlow you off the atlas as if I caught you fuckin my wife\non my thousand dollar mattress\nIt's the world that I live in, Q.B. made me\nA moms that loved me and a pops that raised me\n\nChorus: Nas {singing to the chorus of Brandy's "The Boy is Mine"}\n\nY'all need to give it up.. we don't give a fuck..\nwhat y'all niggaz want.. thug, life, is, mine\nY'all need to give it up.. cause we don't give a fuck..\nwhat y'all niggaz want.. thug, life, is, mine\n\n[Prodigy]\nI got the style of a still-born child, I'm ill\nIf it's beef, poke him with the fork, make sure he's done well\n(Very very) The sreets raised me crazy, now I'm immune to it\nSo when they start shootin, we'll stop the music\nKeep it moving that's how we do it (c'mon, c'mon Dunn)\nBeen through more drama than the Baldwins, you still crawlin\n(Still crawlin) Apply street rules to the office, high performance\nRap author, made millions off of - melodic, hypnotic productions \nThat'll fuck with your conscience and touch your emotions\n(You feel me? You feel me?)\nYou feel me? I'll write a graphic page\nEscort niggaz to they grave, relate to the projects\nWe the black Mobb, it gets deeper than rap music\n(Don't get no realer than this!)\nIt's more real than any words I can muster\nPull the black Cadillac trucks up (What?)\nHop out them shits like what? Y'all niggaz can't touch us\n\nChorus\n\n[Nas Escobar]\nSilk shirts on my chest show what a flirt\nHalle Berry blew a kiss at the Barbara Streisand concert\nSilk pants colored pink, gators match gangster musical thing\nAnd I'll front like my doo doo don't stink\nInstinct like Cuba Gooding steppin out the latest toy\nHazard lights blinkin, gators hit the floor\nEverybody watch the red carpet entrance, cameras flashin\nJust to think, that was yesterday's action\nCause today goes either way - we came a long way\nfrom hallway steps and hand-me-down shit\nFuck my foes, I seen the other side, NexTel cell roam\nCall the chopper phone, heliport in my home\nQuincy Jones posters\nWake up, guns under my pillow, I can't talk around chauffeurs\nShit is better than a novel, autobiographic\nSpit it on tracks, it becomes classic\nStart some, make my heart pump, spark one, I'm God son\nNAStradamus, last one to blast one when the NARC's come\nKnow how to leave anything in thirty seconds\nWhen you feel the heat, comin and flee with the murder weapon\nI'll release one, shot you deceased, learn your lesson\nYour flesh turn to maggots, bastards, you past it\nCremate your flesh to ashes\nYou don't need a suit, no wake, no funeral, and no casket\n\nChorus\n\n[Nas]\nThe, life, is, mine (repeat 3X)\nIll Will..\nYou need to give it up.. we don't give a fuck\nwhat y'all niggaz want.. we don't give a fuck\n
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Is it a rap song or a pop song or what?
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It's called "It's Goin' Down", by Yung Joc (pretty appropriate for this video)\nThe lyrics can be found here....\n\nhttp://www.metrolyrics.com/lyrics/2147432380/Yung_Joc/It's_Goin'_Down
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It's called "Snap Your Fingers." haha.  It's by Ludacris.
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I think it's called "Hittin' the Bars" by Mike Simpson
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Juicy by Notorious B.I.G.?\nJuicy by Pretty Ricky?
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I saw it too. It's "U and Dat" by E-40 feat. T-Pain and Kandi Girl.
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Artist: Three 6 Mafia\nSong: Stay Fly