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Thug Luv

by Lil' Kim f/ Twista

Artist: Lil' Kim f/ Twista
Album: La Bella Mafia
Song: Thug Luv
Sent by: Lionthemad
Mm-hmm, ye-yeah..

[Twista]
Here come a bitch with the fly puss', and a nigga with the fly dick
In the Mickey and Mallory mode, rollin through the streets on 24's
On krunk screamin, "Die bitch!"
Bout to shut yo' shit down, anybody that opposes to payin us a fee false
If the straps don't bleed y'all
We put stitches in yo' motherfuckin dome like a league brawl
(Come and roll with this)
Take a journey to the realm of the truth when I bust this
It's the Duke and the Duchess
Leavin haters 'buked and on crutches
Niggaz you cannot touch this
It's a new collaboration of Thug Luv
between the Thug Queen and the Thug Lord
More power than a drug lord
Meant to be because we love each other the way we love war
Gotta rider bet hug yours, cause I'm full of ambition
and ammunition and a 50 like I smoked a sticky stack of hash
Ain't no missin on no critical condition
Murderin is the mission and we can bust a itchy atcha ass
Feel the flow when I drop it
Don't when to stop it, I'm goin pockets and layin bodies down
Feel adrenaline from me and Kim and them
We got it sewed from Brooklyn to Chi-Town
See the artillery, we don't fuck around with silly games, plenty thangs
Nigga plus I got an illy aim, stick 'em up, steal his chain
Then I spill his brain, then I feel his pain
Some of the consequences when you dealin with a plug thug
And I'm backed up by the Queen, we gon' take over the world
Whatchu know about Thug Luv?

[Chorus]
You can't fuck with us; do it like a hustler
Gotta keep it gangsta, can't no one collide with us
All my true thugs and all my real bitches
Won'tcha come and ride with us
Do it like a hustler
Gotta keep it gangsta, can't no one collide with us
All my true thugs and all my real bitches
Won'tcha come and ride with us

[Lil' Kim]
It's the T-W-I-S to the T-A, K to the motherfuckin I-M
Bout to shut yo' shit down
Other albums come out ain't NOBODY gon' buy them
Now who gon' deny them? I'm scared of myself, don't nobody wanna try Kim
Y'all know you done fucked up
(now whassup - y'all better come roll with us)
Who's you Mister? It's Lil' Kim and Twista (and we about this)
For those who doubt this, the game is ours (we gon' run you up out this)
What a wonderful feeling when you're stealin a million
But the billion jackpot's what I aim for
Get your hands in the air, put 'em up, keep 'em high
Don't want no problems - JUST GIMME WHAT I CAME FOR!
Pull up on your block, eight straight Hummers
Bout to have it locked, eight straight summers
Bank account hold eight straight numbers
Ain't no room for you whack newcomers
We the people's choice because we kick that
nasty "Hardcore" shit that you wanna hear
Can't fuck with us, hands down we win best murder rap of the year
Pounds to the misters, hugs for the miss
Bombs in the mail, sealed with a kiss
All my bitches pop that thing like this
All my niggaz wave that bling on the wrist
Some of the consequences when you dealin with a plug thug
And I'm backed up by the Duke, we gon' take over the world
Whatchu know about Thug Luv?

[Chorus]

[Twista] Kim is yo' flow hot?
[K.I.M.] Like a gun shot
[K.I.M.] Twist' is yo' flow cold?
[Twista] Well I think so
[Twista] Kim do you got dranks
[K.I.M.] Crist' by the box
[K.I.M.] Twist' do you got smokes
[Twista] Well I got 'dro, now baby we can roll

[Lil' Kim]
Do it like a gangsta, creepin like a murderer
Strapped while I roll on chrome
Lookin for the ones we at war with
When we see 'em we gon' aim for your dome

[Twista]
Hear me Ma we can run this Earth together, come up worse than ever
Havin big dreams while we back up this work together
Let's set up shop on the block now, takin over yo' tip
Even if we gotta slang dubs
Go to war because I love blood, with a Queen by my side
Whatchu know about Thug Luv?

[Chorus Two: Lil' Kim]
Do it like a hustler, Lil' Kim and Twista
Might as well ride with us
Male groupies, girl groupies
They're all gon' side with us
Whatcha gon' do, it's the Duke and the Duchess
You need to give it up
We gon' take over the world
Whatchu know about Thug Luv?

[Chorus]

[Chorus Two]

[Chorus]


Posted on Oct 2, 2003, 12:00 AM

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Tonight, I'm Yours

by (Lil) Zane f/ Tank

Artist: Zane f/ Tank
Album: The Big Zane Theory
Song: Tonight, I'm Yours
Typed by: da_singh_man@hotmail.com

[Tank]
Oooh oooh

[Zane]
(I can never do too much)
Yeah, um, I know I been gone for a minute but tonight, I'm all yours

[Chorus - Tank]
Girl tonight, I'm yours
Turnin' off my two-way
Turnin' off my phone
I'll tell my friends to leave so we can be alone
Clear my schedule up
Cause tonight I swear I'm all yours
(I can never do too much)

[Zane]
Our whole relationship is based on trust
And for you I can never do too much
You, kept me secrets and held me down
Plus you, stayed loyal when I wasn't around
And I know it wasn't easy, I was never home
Concerts, videos, and you was all alone
We spent many talkin' on the phone
You started catchin attitudes
I heard it in yo tone
I used to tell I'll be back when I could
You think I'd leave my babygirl in the hood
I would never do such thing
I wanna show you what true love brings
Im'a put you on a pedestal, love so incredible
Victoria Secret's candy thong so edible
Spiritual, mental, not just sexual
I'll deaden all my plans to get next to you

[Chorus]

[Zane]
I made reservations at your favorite spot
Pull up, tip the valet at the parking lot
Got a table by the fireplace, candlelit
Tonight, we gone stick to the manuscript
Start it out with a bottle of Cris, followed by a kiss
I can taste your lip gloss on my lips
So, candy sweet with your bubble gum tongue
The type of stuff that keep a brother straight sprung
And I try to play the tough guy role
And hold back but I'm losing control
When it comes to you I can't explain how it feels
No more games baby, Zane is for real
You been askin' for quality time, now you got it
Anything you want you can have, think about it
I been caught up in the hype so long
Now you never spend your nights alone
Cause daddy's home

[Chorus]

[Tank]
All the love that you deserve I wanna give
And tonight I'll show you its for you I feel
Everything I do is for you & I
So baby let's ride

[Zane]
To the fellas
While you're out on the grind
Don't forget about your homefront
Spend some time with your lady
Or the next man will
If you dont treat her like a queen
You gone see what I mean
When's the last time you told her how you felt inside
Held her hand and caressed her while you looked in her eyes
Let her know that she's everything you need and more
For you my feelings are pure
And tonight, I'm all yours

[Chorus]

[Singer]
I had some problems
And I didn't know how to solve them
Oh baby but you were the answer
I'll be giving you all my token
I'm yours

[Chorus]


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This Goes Out

by Murphy Lee f/ Nelly, Lil' Jon & Lil' Wayne

Artist: Murphy Lee f/ Nelly, Roscoe, Cardan, Lil' Jon & Lil' Wayne
Album: Murphy's Law
Song: This Goes Out
Typed by: blkachuba@msn.com

[Nelly]
Uh, Yeah
Ohh-Ohh
What we have herre?
Uh, Yeah
Ooohh
Uh, Yeah
Ooohh

[Hook 1: Nelly]
This goes out to my Midwest crew
Now hold ya M-Dub in the airr if ya feel me
Fuck em all day, fuck em all night
Candy paint on d's and fo's

[Verse 1: Murphy Lee]
Yo, Ayyo I eat, sleep, shit, rap
Hip-Hop, kid and nap
Snoop Dogg 'Lac wit the diamond in the back
I rep it like a mayor mayn
Summin like a playa mayn
St. Louis cookin' and I'm Murphy Lee the killer mayn
Hunt someone and lick em, make em salaam
Praise the Lord or say peace to God
I'm just a Skool Boy, call me Mr. Do-What-You-Do-Fool
Claim where you from or we will claim where you move to
Home is where you make it, eat a meal and get naked
You could, walk in yo drawers and nobody could say shit
I got STL tatted on my right arm, some of em saw em
I aint dyin' but yo I'm definitely fight for em
And keep it tight for em, and keep it hype for em
And buy at the bar whatever gon keep the night goin
Do what you do and you do it, just do it big
And if you live to get it then you gon get it how you live cuz..

[Hook 2: Nelly]
This goes out to my West Coast crew
Now hold ya Dub up in the airr if ya feel me
Fuck em all day, fuck em all night
Hit the switch on yo six fo's

[Verse 2: Roscoe]
Naps, rock, skit
West Coast style t-shirt, khaki lack
Swerve in the Cadillac
Young Roscoe, the black Burt Bacharach
serve the sacks, flippin skirts like acrobats
And I dip wit you nigga, I take you on a ride
Through that place known worldwide
It's the Westside..
Chronic, Daytons, switches, dubs
Cap turned to the back wit skirts at the Caddy shack
Los Angeles where they sag to the mud
Drop the back let it drag, du rags full of thugs
Ya hard to the back, car full of "blat"
Why A's decay, we way hard ok?
I rock a 5 double O wit the bubble nose
Stop, drop the top I holla at a couple hoes
Fo sho they wanna roll wit the Philly fanatic
Runnin' the radio in Cali cuz I stay in the traffic

[Hook 3: Nelly]
This goes out to my East Coast crew
Now hold ya E's up in the airr if ya feel me
Fuck em all day, fuck em all night
Rock ya hoodies and Timbo's

[Verse 3: Cardan]
Yo, Yo, step in the party like..
Sippin' on Bacardi like..
I hooked up wit the 'Tics they like...
It's gettin' frisky for me
Girls, they strippin for me
Lil' Jon you wit us homey? (Okay)
I gettin brain and, pimpin' I cant complainin'
It's crazy I can't explain it, it's the Derrty Entertainment
Man, I like to stop and go, she like to mop and glow
Lovin' this track cuz we gonna rock and roll
I huff and puff until my indo's gone
So I, get to stompin' wit my Timbo's on
We might be floppin' homey, we all critic
Welcome to Harlem World A.K. New York City
We forever runnin' round, here forever creepin'
Up all night cuz homey we aint never sleepin'
I came to do this wit my derrty Murphy
Y'all niggas betta obey, cuz you can get it.. (Okay)

[Hook 4: Nelly]
This goes out to my Dirty South crew
Now hold ya S up in the airr if ya feel me
Fuck em all day, fuck em all night
If ya tempted to throw them bows

[Bridge: Lil' Jon]
Get yo hands up bitch
Throw you goddamn click up - repeat 2X
We gon drink a fifth of hen
And we gon rock it to this bitch - repeat 2X
We represent that Dirty
We aint expectin' no shit - repeat 2X
We wild out in the club
Same click we don't give a fuck - repeat 2X

[Verse 5: Lil' Wayne]
Lil' Weezy, fuckin' Baby, 5'4" fo'
4-5 make a nigga go.. (Ooooh)
I'm a fly young nigga, ho South cold's great
Stay low when get cake, oh..
Yeah, me no play we can take it outside
Never met a nigga take myself pride
It's Wizzy Wizzle, Southside guy
Outside fly, gutta gutta in the South, wild 5
I represent that Money
I aint scared to throw my click up
Soon as I throw it high up, holla back, Squire
I'm screwed up I drive slow not fast
Birdman Jr. I got stones not cash, bitch
I'm from the swamp I smoke dro not grass
P.O.C. rolled on my hands, got a 90 degree fo' in my pants
Give you this respect
I'm still mackin', you can smell the Pimp Juice on my breath

[Bridge: Lil' Jon]
Get yo hands up bitch
Throw you goddamn click up - repeat 2X
We gon drink a fifth of hen
And we gon rock it to this bitch - repeat 2X
We represent that Dirty
We aint expectin' no shit - repeat 2X
We wild out in the club
Same click we don't give a fuck - repeat 2X


Posted on Oct 1, 2003, 11:50 PM

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The Way You Move

by Outkast

Artist: OutKast f/ Sleepy Brown
Album: Speakerboxxx
Song: The Way You Move
Typed by: liner notes

[Big Boi]
Booom, booom, booom..

Ready for action, nip it in the bud
We never relaxin, OutKast is everlastin
Not clashin, not at all
But see my nigga went to do a little actin
Now that's for anyone askin, give me one pass 'em
Drip drip drop, there goes an eargasm
Now you cumin out the side of your face
We tappin right into your memory banks - thanks!
So click-it-or-ticket, let's see your seat belt fastened
Trunk rattlin, like two midgets in the backseat rasslin'
Speakerboxxx vibrate the tag
Make it sound like aluminum cans in a bag
But I know y'all wanted that 808
Can you feel that B-A-S-S bass?
But I know y'all wanted that 808
Can you feel that B-A-S-S bass?

[Chorus: Sleepy Brown]
I like the way you move..
I like the way you move.. whoo!
I love the way you move..
I love the way, I love the way
I love the way you move..
I love the way you move.. whoo!
I love the way you move..
I love the way, I love the way

[Big Boi]
The whole room fell silent, the girls all paused with glee
Turnin left, turnin right, are they lookin at me?
Well I was lookin at them, there there on the dancefloor
Now they got me in the middlin, feelin like a man-whore
.. 'specially the big girl
Big guls need love too, no discrimination here squirrel
So keep your hands off my cheeks
Let me study how you ride the beat, you big freak
Skinny slim women got the cameltoe within them
You can hump them, lift them, bend them, give them
something to remember, yell out
timber when you fall through the chop shop
Take a deep breath an exhale
Your ex-male friend boyfriend's borin as hell
But let me listen to the story you tell
And we can make moves like a person in jail, on the low hoe

[Chorus]

[Sleepy Brown]
Hey baby, girl don't you stop it
Come on lady, dance all around me
You look so fine (look so fine) look so fine
You drivin me out my mind (out of my mind)
Out my mind, ooooh baby
If I could I would just be with you baaa-by
Oooh cause you light me, and excite me
And you know, you got me baby, whoo!

[Chorus] w/ ad libs - repeat to fade


Posted on Oct 1, 2003, 11:47 PM

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Hot and Wet

by 112 f/ Ludacris, P. Diddy

Artist: 112 f/ Ludacris, P. Diddy
Album: Hot and Wet
Song: Hot and Wet
Typed by: PDog1217@aol.com *

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[P Diddy - talking] (Slim)
Let's go (112, 112 ..)
Bad Boy baby
Def Jam..
Collaboration
(Guess who's back)
Hey yo Slim, you ready?
Talk to 'em

[Verse 1 - Slim]
I wanna show you how I feel (yeah)
Don't hold back, here's my love
Baby you're the one for me (I wanna know)
How can we get down tonight
No more game lets spend some time
Baby won't you give it to me
Just give it to me baby

[Break - 112]
You don't know what you do to me
The way you touch baby
(Girl I'm tired of playing games are you ready)
I love it when you're on top of it, so spread it
(Won't you just give it to me, girl we can do this)

[Chorus - 112] - 2X - w/ ad libs
Hot and wet
Girl you make me wanna sweat
When you touch me like that
Girl you know I wanna give it to you

[P. Diddy]
Second verse, come on

[Verse 2 - 112]
Baby now it's getting late
Don't start now, I can wait
To show you belong to me (show her, c'mon, let's go)
Know how I like it, take your time, close your eyes
Let me show you what real love should be
Girl you don't know, (come on) baby

[Break]

[Chorus] - w/ ad libs

[P. Diddy - talking behind Chorus]
You ready?
Yeah, hey ya'll I don't think their ready
Tell 'em what time it is

[Verse 3 - Ludacris] (P. Diddy)
Now baby you done work, if you work it
Tweak it, twerk it (yeah)
I feel like your every imperfection is perfect (woo)
Luda, yeah what you heard is true
I make you do things, you ain't even know you can do (don't hurt 'em now)
Got 'em weak in the knees cause my back is strong
And you wonder why your girls wanna tag along (uh huh)
Cause them birds is jealous, my words embellished
Plus they heard that I kiss every curve and crevice (yeah, let's go)
I'm too hot to handle, I rock your mantle
When I play 112 and light 16 candles (come on)
Deep sea fishin in your favorite position (can you handle that, yeah)
Everytime you moan I pay close attention (uh huh)
Flip ‘em like a pancake (uh), show me somethin (that's right)
Or we can break in your vibratin tongue ring (come on)
Let's mountain climb ‘til we reach the peak (touch, yeah)
The technique will make you sweat, but don't sweat the technique (that's right)

[Chorus] - w/ ad libs

[P. Diddy - talking behind Chorus]
Let's go, c'mon
Yeah, c'mon

[Verse 4 - 112] - w/ variations
Girl just keep it hot and wet (are you ready)
Girl I'm gonna make a sweat
Keep it real close to me
Let it drip all over me (I love the way you give it to me, baby)
You know just what I like (ohh)
Touch it, love it, freak it all night
I'm gettin it off me (you touch me like)
But baby you gotta keep it
(you know I wanna give it to you)

[P. Diddy - talking behind Verse 4]
You ready? Let's go
C'mon, yeah
Let's go, yeah
C'mon

[Chorus] - repeated until fade

[P. Diddy - talking until fade]
Bad Boy, 112
Back together again, yeah


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Flip Flop Rock

by OutKast f/ Jay-Z,

Artist: OutKast f/ Jay-Z, Killer Mike
Album: Speakerboxxx
Song: Flip Flop Rock
Typed by: (liner notes}

[Big Boi] Yeah.. ATLiens style on y'all ass
[K. Mike] DO OR DIE, AQUEMINI
[K. Mike] Killer Mike, Roc-A-Fella collaboration - holla!
[Y. Hova] Young Hov' in the place to be
[Y. Hova] Big Boi in the place to be (Young)
[Y. Hova] Andre 3000 (cash) shout out to public housin (bitch)
[Y. Hova] I brought (holla) the whole hood with me
[Big Boi] You got red dirt in your afro
[Y. Hova] Young Hov' in the place to be (yeah)
[Y. Hova] OutKast in the place to be (yeah)

[Verse One: Big Boi]
Did you ever think that you would be the nigga on the block
Didn't have to break a steerin column, didn't have to cook a rock
A damn goodie two-shoes, that what they call ya
Never judge a person or a book by it's covers
Just because my tone is darker than yours, a little tanner
You never took the time out, examine yourself boi
.. are you black, white, asian?
Indonesian, or Borean - that's black and Korean
We on the same team if we breathin
I jumped off the subject to see if you was seein
that we drop a little science off in every verse
They put that P.A. sticker on it cause they scared we gon' curse
But the knowledge is the power, the cowards get devoured
Any hour, any cipher, any way to any height
Because I might just SNAP on a FUCK-ass nigga
Might clap a cap at a sucka-ass nigga
In the meantime, Daddy Fatsacks gon' chill out
He might just, pull out his pistol
and let that thang whistle at your windshield or your residence
Superman to Clark Kent, you better be way harder
than the park bench to start this
Marcus, Jason, my little brother James
All my brothers from my momma but Andre is just the same
Ain't no uno, we a duo; deuce dos to a pair
A player stiffen the competition
Pressed like Levi's and toughskins, one minus one
Negative one minus negative one is nothin
Bustin d-boy raps and player poems
The 'Kast shit ain't plastic, we smash it and move the crowd
And rock the crowd original material while you bore 'em
Your live show consists of everybody's shit but you're-uns
Do your own shit! In your live show (bitin ass nigga)

[Chorus: Jay-Z - repeat 2X]
Young Hov' in the place to be
Big Boi in the place to be (Young)
Andre 3000 (cash) shout out to public housin (bitch)
I brought (holla) the whole hood with me (yeah, yeah)

[Verse Two: Big Boi]
Penelope Ann Cruz couldn't snooze
with her +Eyes Wide Shut+, before I asked to hit her gut
If you brunette, +Legally Blonde+ I might respond
Take you to +Swan Lake+ and beyond
Antwan raps on, raps on, clap off clap on
I switch the flow so quick you cannot fa-thom
I take a submarine two thousand leagues below the sea
and try to grab one line or sentence
Rhyme repentance, find the illest lyricist
And give him a clean bill of health
Wealth might make you look good but you sound like shit
And your team lookin shitty to death

[Verse Three: Killer Mike]
My nigga Big Boi said, watch 'em as they gawk and they gander
You can follow or lead like Commander Picard
You can have +The Whole World+
Or be satisfied with the boulevard, overstand
this young player's rhyme
I foregoed the crime and I focused on rhyme
Focused on every word, and line
Like a young Cassius Clay in his prime
I was born to talk shit and prove mine, and I'm
the epitome of raw rhyme
Got signed, got serious about the craft
of raw rhyme and I got mine - Aquemini's
murderous monster move minds
Did it so hard that it oughta be a crime
When you see I'm comin holla one-time, holla one-time
When you see I'm comin holla one-time (one-time)

[Chorus]

[Interlude]
Don't, you, like, to groove
In your hooptie on your old, flip, flop, sweatshoes
To run yo' tennis shoes
Don't, it, matter to you
That OutKast we got that slump for y'all
Keep that funk for y'all

[Verse Four: Jay-Z]
When I'm in the mood I rock the S Dot tennis shoes
At the interlude, I got the Gucci flip-flops
And I, fix it up like gin and juice when I'm them interviews
dudes wanna know what he copped
And where you got that, and how could they buy that
Where the million dollar watch at, stop that!
Why that, why this, niggaz wanna hijack the flyness
I'm on a whole 'nother plane
A whole different lane, a whole 'nother game that I'm playin
Understand what I'm sayin
Hov' and OutKast, whatchu think about that?
Really don't matter though what you niggaz chatter though
Anybody get out of line then you trust
that the mac'll go b-r-r-r-r-ap, got you killed for that alone
Back on the shit, back on the strip
Another hit I'm not gon' miss

[Interlude]


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This Is How We Do

by Big Tymers

Artist: Big Tymers
Album: This Is How We Do (CDS)
Song: This Is How We Do
Typed by: w3ezy@hotmail.com *

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Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

[Chorus - Mannie Fresh] (2x)
This how we do it, where I'm from
I'm thuggin' in the club, until I see the sun
Shi-ine, on my face, got the gun on my waist
Walkin to my Escalade, tell them niggaz I'm not afraid
To let the ni-ine, sing out, it can ring out

[Mannie Fresh]
Got one more minute, hold that call
Two drunk players leaning on the wall
Three crazy niggaz screamin, "alcohol"
Four more niggaz claimin' that they ball
Five bartenders and they all want leave
Six ugly bitches with some fucked up weaves
Seven dyked broads and they all look rough
Eight niggaz hollerin', "don't fuck wit us"
Nine bitches runnin' off at the mouth
Ten bitches trying to hear what they talkin' about
Eleven cute shorties in the whole damn club
Twelve wannabe, gonna be, nothin' but scrubs
Thirteen fights, niggaz, bitches and dykes
Fourteen police reading niggaz they rights
Fifteen minutes on interstate-10
At the strip club, we gon' do it again - whoa

[Chorus: Mannie Fresh] (2x)

[Baby]
Comin' through my hood on spinnin' blades
Mami know my name, niggaz know I don't play
Jump out the whip, and we blaze in the shade
Cause I gotta get straight, got an ounce of that haze
Early birds don't play, makin' drops in the spots
We struggle, but we hustle, man we hustle 'round the clock
Goin' to the club, where the bottles gon' pop
We VIP nigga, so them bitches gon' jock
Laid Back on them 23s
Escalade all green, Cadillac lean, who that be nigga? (Hello)
You know that be Baby, he goin' to the club in somethin' updated
Porsche trucks, Infinity graded
Gotta give props to the man that made me
Red Gold, I start it went crazy
Afford to stunt, niggaz, stay in y'all places

[Chorus: Mannie Fresh] (2x)

[Mannie Fresh]
Pimp, picture me and your misses, lit up like Christmas
I look her in her eyes, and ask her could she kiss this
I do you, but never ever him
He is a wimp, and you is a pimp
Then she goes down, to my brown
One eye, big guy, hear that sound?
Slurp, slurp, take that spit (music stops)
Turn everything off bruh
Check out my outfit (music resumes)

[Baby]
I'm in the club smokin' buds with my thugs
Hoes show me love, and I never been a scrub
I'm walkin' out, thought lil' one had a grudge
She the one he love, so I hit 'em with a dub
(that's nothin' lil' one)
I'm in an Escalade faded, waistline crazy
The yellow-gold stealth, faded
Got the chrome, nigga, plated
Hoes gon' love it, but these busters gon' hate it

[Chorus: Mannie Fresh] (Fade To End)


Posted on Sep 22, 2003, 11:05 PM

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Bad Boy This, Bad Boy That

by Da Band f/ P. Diddy

Artist: Da Band f/ P. Diddy
Album: Bad Boy This, Bad Boy That 12"
Song: Bad Boy This, Bad Boy That
Typed by: Baddass696988@aol.com, eddie014@hotmail.com *

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[Intro - P. Diddy] + (Fred)
Bad Boy baby (Ooooh)
We the last standin' check the records (Da Band, baby)
Check the score
Da Band the next generation of bad motherfucker, come on (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1 - Babs] + (P. Diddy)
Yo, I'm back and I'm hittin' 'em hard
Tits don't sag, I dont need no push-up bra (Haha)
Bitch you mad, Babs got a brand new car (Yeah)
Drop top in the hood, I'm the ghetto superstar (Come on)
Breathe, pop bottles and roll up weed (Yeah)
Bab's strong arm bitches, like I'm Hercules
You got a problem (Uh), come see the girl, I'll solve 'em (That's right)
Big belly bitches we starve 'em (Let's go, come on)
Niggaz in the hood, we rob 'em, whenever they flossin'
Better tuck in ya chain bitch and keep on walkin' (Ahh!)
You a thug, why you keep on talkin (What?), let's get it crackin' (Come on)
Get a bitch stomped out in the club, I make it happen
I got this, Diddy done let me out (Yeah)
Hot chick, spit sick when I open my mouth (Come on)
(???) (This Bad Boy!)
(???) can't see (We won't stop, yeah!)

[Chorus with last two lines of Babs - Ness]
All I hear is Bad Boy this, and Bad Boy that
This Bad Boy will beat you down, wit a baseball bat

[Verse 2 - Ness] + (P. Diddy)
I'ma changed man, since I made the band
Nobody, gave a damn, no one gave a hand (Uh uh, that's right)
Made man, made the band, wave ya hands
Rocks in the watch, I think I'm bout to blaze the band (Whoooo)
Elliot Ness, you know I'm here to save the land
Don't try to lie and say the liquor is what made you ran (Whoo)
Go somewhere, and be a maintnence man, a janitor
Dog don't blame me, blame ya manager
Keep ya hands out my pockets nigga
Franchise like I play for the Rockets nigga
+Who Shot Ya+, +Biggie Smalls+, Tupac ya nigga (Who shot ya)
"Ready to Die", "All Eyes" on the project nigga (Yeah)
You stocky, I put somethin' in ya biceps niggaz
I can't help it, I'm a violent nigga *whispers*: silence
If you fucking wit the violence nigga
That chain, if you ain't dizzy, you ain't stylin nigga

[Chorus with last two lines of Ness - Chopper]
All I hear is Bad Boy this, and Bad Boy that
This Bad Boy will beat you down wit a baseball bat

[Verse 3 - Choppa] + (P. Diddy)
There he go, hoppin' out the G5 Wagon
G-coated, ree's, Baud's and tee's swaggin' (Choppa, let's go)
Runnin' game on ya bitch, ya boy's a pimp
I need a bitch wit no type of common sense, that about it (Hahaha)
If you bout it then throw it up
Got that fire and you ready to light it, then tote it up
Now that's gangsta, don't make me spank ya
You, run in that water now ya life is in danger (Yeah)
Ride wit the underworld, that keep bangers
Niggaz that be off that frail, them beef bringers (Bad Boy baby, yeah)
Picture a nigga tryin' to carry me
It won't happen, I won't let you niggaz worry me (Uh uh)
I'ma stay thugged out til they bury me (Yeah)
When they do, I can't wait to see buried B
I'ma dirty south nigga from the dirty streets
Get crunk, get buck, get the fuck off ya feet

[Chorus with last two lines of Chopper - Fred]
All I hear is Bad Boy this and Bad Boy that
Bad Boy will beat you down wit a baseball bat because

[Verse 4 - Fred] + (P. Diddy)
Best believe these dudes ain't never kill nuthin' (Come on)
I'm Fred, you want him dead, put some bullets in his coffin
Lord forgive me, but these niggaz is playin' wit the boss man (Yeah)
You don't wanna get in the trunk, you gettin tossed in (Come on man)
I'm the type you squeeze tight, and you bring your cousin' (Yeah)
Man homeboy that's y'all man (Let's go)
Man I got it all planned, Diddy fathered the game (I'm here baby)
I'm +Bad+, but not a +Boy+, I got a part of his name (Let's go)
I'm hungry, I see you slippin', then it's off wit ya chain
Yo head, harder than wood then I'm sawin' yo brain (Yeah)
A Don, I mean what I say, and I say what I mean (Mean it)
I eat, shit, and sleep yeah, I lay wit them things (Hahaha)
Bad Boy wit Universal, so don't play wit the team

[Ness + Fred] Bad Boy, so don't play wit the team (Holla!)
[Choppa] Bad Boy, so don't play wit the team (Holla!)
[Babs] Bad Boy, so don't play wit the team (Holla!)

[Outro]
[Fred] Da Band, Da Band
[Puff] Da Band, 2003
[Fred] Fire! Fire!
[Puff] Too Hot For TV
[Fred] Too hot to hold in the headphones this time
[Puff] Too hot to hold to cold to fold, come on, and now
[Fred] Give my man Diddy the throne, and don't play wit the king
[Puff] I'm here baby! Miami! Choppa City! Babs! Sara! Dylan! Ness!
[Fred] Fire! yeah
[Puff] And we won't stop
[Fred] Da Band, fire!
[Puff] Yeah!


Posted on Sep 22, 2003, 11:04 PM

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Hey Lady

by Obie Trice f/ Eminem

Artist: Obie Trice f/ Eminem
Album: Cheers
Song: Hey Lady
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[Obie Trice]
Can we re- can we re-enact Biggie's song?
C-can you shit on me?
I just want you to shit on me

[Hook - Eminem {*singing*}]
Hey lady, hey darlin', hey baby
I'm sorry but I can't be your boyfriend
If you toy with my motherfuckin' emotions
I'll kill you
Bitch I'm fuckin'
For real I'll make you suffer like I suffered
If you fuck me then I'll make you fall in love

{*in the background of the hook*}
Hey lady, hey lady
I don't think you really wanna be my girl
(be my girl, be my girl, be my girl)
Fuckin' with me can be dangerous (dangerous, dangerous)
You never know what I really (be like, be like)
(be like, be like, I'm your type)
(And might even get a little bit crazy)

[Obie Trice]
Baby I'm extra large (huge) in magnitude
And Magnums to lubrication that I use
To chose which hole on a ho I abuse (yes)
Have 'em confused, can't tell who is who
When I fuck the shit out you, then the next date (bitch)
I rush the shit out you off my two-way (ooh wait)
You wanna cuddle, emotional hustle up on Pocono's
Poke ya nose in and outta Obie's own
No, I'm in and out your home
And this in and out your tone
I ain't the nigga that settles 'em down
Put 'em in nice homes and floss 'em around (nah)
I bounce 'em around
Camcord the sex and sell 'em around town
How that sound?
If I was in love witcha, now you wanna clown
Fuck with them clowns until I pound on your crown
Bust a few rounds and the cops come and get me
Bad mouth a nigga just to convince a jury
You don't want it with me, you just horny as me
You want a nut, nuttin' but what is you be

[Eminem]
I'm internationally known baby but actually
There are few people who know how I am naturally
All you know is that I can act irrationally
When you shove a puppet up in my face on national TV
So they label me this crazed loony rap bully
But truthfully that ain't the truth
And if you believe in that shit
Then you'll believe anything's true
And you're too stupid to ever get to know me personally
But personally that actually works for me
Cuz the last thing that I need's a string attached to me
I'ma bachelor bitch and I ain't in no fast fury
To run out and find a new Mrs. Mathers
Cuz see, technically me and Kim ain't back fully
But we do still make booty calls occasionally
But be damned if I end up back in that pad
And we end up back at that god damn tavern
And havin' another déjà vu, we seein' security
Pass my pussy around like it's Ja Rule's jewelry
I got news for you bitch, your news curfew's early
You ain't home by 2:30 {*gunshot*}

[Hook - Eminem {*singing*}]
Hey lady, hey darlin', hey baby
I'm sorry but I can't be your boyfriend
If you toy with my motherfuckin' emotions
I'll kill you
Bitch I'm fuckin'
For real I'll make you suffer like I suffered
If you fuck me then I'll make you fall in love

{*in the background of the hook*}
Hey lady, hey lady
I don't think you really wanna be my girl
(be my girl, be my girl, be my girl)
Fuckin' with me can be dangerous (dangerous, dangerous)
You never know what I really (be like, be like)
(be like, be like, I'm your type)
(And might even get a little bit crazy)

[Obie Trice]
See you lookin' at the life, you lookin' at the lights (lights)
You lookin' at the ice (ice) you ain't lookin' at the Trice (right)
You should look at some advice when I see he ain't nice (nope)
Despite the fact you think you the feisty type
O love to fight (uh) I love the drama (yeah)
Love when my bitch get to cussin' out Yolanda (fuck you bitch)
Find the Obie condom on the counter
Swingin' her weave, can't breathe like I can't believe
Least I ain't deceieve and try to mislead
And sell a dream just to get you on my team
I came clean to keep down the beef
Keep down my reach, you can keep all your teeth

[Eminem]
What we do under the covers should stay between the covers
And the two of us and we ain't gotta be news coverage
On the front page cover of "Buzz's New Lovers"
And this is when the bitch get to showin' the true colors
Cuz the truth of it, everything that I do's public
And you'd love it if you could run and tell all your friends
Guess who you just screwed, assume just me and you've done it
And say that you was rubbered and show 'em the proof of it
But I guess it's do unto others as you'd have 'em do unto you
But you better be careful of who you're doin' it to
Cuz you never know when the shoe
Could end up on the other foot and it backfires on you
Cuz you think you want it then you want me, then you get me
Then you got me and you're fucked cuz you'll be stuck with me
For the rest of your life cuz if I get attached to you
We'll be joined at the hip, I'll be so latched to you
You'll be walkin' out the house and I'll run up and tackle you
Chain your ass up to the bed and shackle you
You don't think you're leavin' this house in that, do you?
Not till I brand my name in your ass and tattoo you
And have you walkin' out this bitch in turtleneck sweaters
Scarves and full leathers in 90 degree weather
Front on me? Never
Cuz we gonna be together forever
Right bitch? {*gun cock*}
Right bitch? {*gun cock, shot*}

[Hook - Eminem {*singing*}]
Hey lady, hey darlin', hey baby
I'm sorry but I can't be your boyfriend
If you toy with my motherfuckin' emotions
I'll kill you
Bitch I'm fuckin'
For real I'll make you suffer like I suffered
If you fuck me then I'll make you fall in love

{*in the background of the hook*}
Hey lady, hey lady
I don't think you really wanna be my girl
(be my girl, be my girl, be my girl)
Fuckin' with me can be dangerous (dangerous, dangerous)
You never know what I really (be like, be like)
(be like, be like, I'm your type)
(And might even get a little bit crazy)

(fall in love) (crazy)
(fall in love) (crazy)
(fall in love) (crazy)


Posted on Sep 22, 2003, 11:02 PM

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Mighty D-Block (2 Guns Up)

by Sheek Louch

Artist: Sheek Louch f/ D-Block
Album: Walk Witt Me
Song: Mighty D-Block (2 Guns Up)
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[Intro - Jadakiss]
Yeah, D-Block (Green Lantern blast that)
Everywhere we go-oh, people wanna know-oh
Whooo we arrrre, sooo we tell them
This is D-Block, mighty mighty D-Block
Everywhere we go-oh, people wanna know-oh
Whooo we arrrre, sooo we tell them
This is D-Block, mighty mighty D-Block
Everywhere we go-oh (yeah D-Block you bitch ass niggaz!!)

[Verse - Jadakiss]
Yo it'll revolve, when I'm mad he's cool
Knife game like Daddy Kool's, since Valley Shoes
This is real life street shit, truest and the deepest
Known niggaz that go to jail just to get they teeth fixed
Think I give a fuck what you heard em say?
When I got the nigga that you trying to be watching my wordplay
Now everybody wanna be 'Pac
Till they ass really get popped and they die on the third day
The Des'y got a beautiful ring
I can hit any one of y'all, options a beautiful thing
Body is finished, maybe then can save the tooth
Call me Kiss or call me the Black Babe Ruth
That many hits, fuck that, that mean he bricks
D-Block that many niggaz' gats to your lips
My dope is two toned, but I had to change my spot
Cause it turned into a drug free school zone (let's go)

[Chorus]
[Jadakiss] They ain't D.A.
I'm top five, dead or alive
And that's just off one LP

Word up Sheek Louch up in your motherfucking chest!
{*scratched*} Walk Witt Me.. Green Lantern!

[Jae Hood] Jae Hood
[Styles P] Two guns up
[Jae Hood] All I know is bitches and money, grams and guns
[Styles P] Here's why they call me the Ghost

[Verse - Sheek Louch]
Yo, I don't give a fuck about pull out cockbacks
Spin a muhfucker out, empty his chest
Leave your muhfucking whip a mess
All over the dashboard, in backseat pieces of flesh
Send niggaz to the grave wit they face half gone
Stomach ripped open, the beef back on
That nigga Sheek rude, I'll spit in your food
Tell the women in ya family to suck my dick
No respect, fuck that I'll murder you quick
Mad weapons in your trunk bitch take your pick
Stick a gernade up under your fender
Stick a pineapple bomb in ya blender, I don't care about you
You say fuck Sheek Louch? well fuck you too
Your father, your mother, the hole you came through
Niggaz don't learn till they're carasined out
Lighter to their face they'll spit gasonline out
You want me dead, I'm right here do it bitch
Make me bleed till I'm motherfucking fluidless
I ain't new at this and don't give a fuck about you
Sheek'll run up and smack the shit out you
I live this shit, it's never gon stop
Open niggaz face wit a octopus top
Face all ripped up, catch me on the block
Shells all loaded up, catch me wit the glock
Pussy muhfuckers don't want no beef
Trip niggaz down to their platinum teeth
Chase you in the house with the all black heat
Leave you just boxers and slippers on your feet
I talk reckless, I really want the coke and the money
But I'll settle for your necklace
D-Block (Styles P: two guns up)

[Bridge: Jadakiss]
Everywhere we go-oh, people wanna know-oh
Whooo we arrrre, sooo we tell them
This is D-Block, mighty mighty D-Block
{*scratched*} D-Block, two guns up
Call up hood, hit up ya hood
Yo dude skip up street

[Verse - Jae Hood]
I grew up as a young dude, chillin wit them old cats
Couldn't cop crack so I had to slang Prozac
Fuck being broke, I'm trying to cop a tan four
Trap you up like niggaz get pussy in The Sopranos
You really want beef? I'm busting the tech
I'll hit you up in the park while you're doing your sets
It's (Jadakiss: D-Block) (yeah yeah y'all!)
You can't get no streeter nigga
I'm nice wit the hands but I'm better wit the heater
Old school style stash haze in my sock
I'll bust at you and turn your Ac' Jeep to a drop
You niggaz talking like y'all can't get stuck up
I ain't an +Icon+ but y'all will still +Get Fucked Up+

[Verse - Styles P]
As we continue on, your hood you finish
Write a suicide note and get a window on
Nigga that's the type of shit we on
Redrum Redrum spin it back like a Missy song
Take a cold heart to twist your mom
But it's wintertime, shotty under the snorkle
Will flip when it's dinner time
+Strange Days+ without +Angela Bassett+
Middle of the hood niggaz handling plastic
Gotta watch ya head and not get popped with lead
And watch ya bread, not get popped by Feds
Anywhere we gon be in the hood
Wit the burners and the hawks nigga being the hood (watup!)

[Outro - Jadakiss]
Everywhere we go-oh, people wanna know-oh
Whooo we arrrre, sooo we tell them
This is D-Block, mighty mighty D-Block


Posted on Sep 19, 2003, 10:34 PM

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Shot Down

by DMX f/ 50 Cent

Artist: DMX f/ 50 Cent, Styles P
Album: Grand Champ
Song: Shot Down
Typed by: djf
Sent by: WhoDatDere@hotmail.vom

[DMX] Grrrr... ARF! ARF!

[50 Cent]
Move on over, I done told ya boyyyy
I'm a G-Unit motherfuckin soldier boyyyy
And when you gon' get it in your brain
The gate's wide open and the dog's off the chain

I be that yung'n with that gun-ness, tellin ya stop frontin
I be that yung'n on the run, after I pop some'n
In the Bible I read, death is of the tongue
And if you talk about death enough death is gon' come
Jay taught me how to flow, they shot him in the head
Randy ass was there, now he runnin scared
Some say I'm gangsta, some say I'm craaazy
If you ask me I'll say I'm what the hood made me
Now I can stunt 'til my ass dead broke like Jay-Z
Or put a hundred grand on e'ry nigga head that play me
See I'm cool with them Hatian mob niggaz
{?}Tu say sapa say mavule{?} and rob niggaz
The media be tryin to make a nigga look bad, whassup with that?
See my flick, next to bring Papi and Cat
And Montana, I kill 'em with the grammar
I enhanced in the slammer after bangin them hammers
X whattup? (AIGHT!!)

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You don't live that, you shouldn't say that
Cause what come out your mouth'll get you SHOT, DOWN
Throwin your money around and we don't play that
Get in our line'll get you SHOT, DOWN (nigga)
We know where you hang, we know where you stay at
That bullshit you on'll get you SHOT, DOWN
Here's a few clips that you shouldn't play with
G-Unit, Ruff Ryders'll get you SHOT, DOWN

[DMX]
Aiyyo, fuck y'all niggaz talkin bout, think you playin wit?
Double R, G-UNIT, the same ol' shit (WHAT!)
Put the faggots in the ring, watch 'em all quit
All y'all niggaz is pussy, suck my dick!
Ain't nuttin but a handful of man still standin
I remember 50 in a cypher when Onyx was "Slammin" (AIGHT?)
Now we meet again, it's all good my nigga
Back to the street again, it's all hood my nigga
Knock on wood my nigga, we both walk the dog
We ain't get to where we at by luck, shit was hard (AIGHT?)
But once we got through the trials it's all smiles
'til a big type nigga all of a sudden get wild
Now why you gotsta go and take me back to where I came from?
I'ma make you remember, where you know my name from (YEA!)
45th Street, and BLAOW-BLAOW Ave
I done ran through your crew and only let off half, nigga!

[Chorus]

[Styles P]
Yeah, word, yeah
If your head ain't offa your shoulders (uh-huh)
You ain't get shot, you got nicked nigga (just nicked)
Cause if my chrome hit a piece of your bone
It's gon' do more than chip, nigga (a lot more than that)
Yea, what the fuck is the problem
The Porsche is red the buckets is Army
30 shot handguns the gutter is starvin (yea)
Niggaz like me might rush your apartment (word)
Bloodstains'll fuck up your carpet, brain on the window
I smell murder every time that the wind blow
Tie him to the chair and then knock out his chinbone
I don't want the throne or the crown, I ain't sellin up
You can have the jail or the ground, you ain't in hell enough
I'm the one that flood the gutters
Better tap your man, and let him know P'll love to cut his
And niggaz is gettin shot down, two guns up
Double R, S.P. holdin D Block down

[Chorus]


Posted on Sep 19, 2003, 10:21 PM

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We're Back

by DMX f/ Eve, Jadakiss

Artist: DMX f/ Eve, Jadakiss
Album: Grand Champ
Song: We're Back
Typed by: dJf
Sent by: WhoDatDere@hotmail.com

{*whispered*} Ruff Ryders ("They're BAAAACK!")

[DMX]
This is what you're tellin me, okay
It all comes down to this huh? Okay
This is what you fuckin tellin me?
That this is it? Okay (GRRRRRRRRRR)

How many slugs should I plug into yo' chest before it's get filled
Since you ain't got nuttin else to do but get killed
Been a fiend every since I found out how a slaughter taste
Empty a clip of hollow tips into yo' daughter's face
Cause that's just the type of shit that I'm on
Collect my dough, make the fuckin hit and I'm gone
I ain't never gots to worry about the aim
Infrared, to your head, will make sure, I hit him in the brain
BLAOW! One mo' time for good luck - for what?!
He was already dead, what the fuck?!
I be, breakin my shit up OFF in a nigga
When I don't see, nuttin but SOFT in a nigga
Fuckin coward, I wonder how it - feels
To have to look at your moms - squeal, after I hit her with the steel
Ill, that's how a nigga blows shit up
Believe whoever I hit up, will never get up
Tell me, how it's goin down nigga
If I'm bein a fuckin clown nigga (yeah)
Take a couple of rounds nigga, I keep a toast real close
In case I gotta turn the rest of yo' peeps into ghosts
Fuck it I'm ready for combat, with a gat
that'll make any nigga, become a meal for the fuckin rats
There won't be nuttin left of money but a soupbone
Big Motherfuckin DMX from the group home

[Chorus: DMX]
Niggaz don't mean what they say when they talk
Niggaz lean a certain kind of way when they walk
Niggaz don't mean what they say when they talk
Niggaz lean a certain kind of way when they walk

[Eve]
Since the first day in it, I made a promise to myself
I was gonna make it happen, that's the way I felt
You know Philly never scared, play the cards we dealt
Doin it my way, you bitches strugglin for help
I hear your rumors and your so-called beefs
But it's a different story any time we meet in the streets
I'm fully in it bitch, your shit is juvenile to me
We can squash it, go 'head let you warm up the crowd for me
I hate to even be like this, y'all bring it out
To tell the truth it excites me, I scream it out
Sick wid'dit, ain't a bitch that can get wid'dit
Admit it, I'm that bitch you can't live wid'dit
And I'ma keep it comin long as I'm here
Pitbull, back at'cha neck, I'm hearin them cheer
E-V-E is what they need in they life, I'm bout mine
Now I'm done wit'chu, fuck out my face, wastin my time

[Chorus: Eve]
Bitches don't mean what they say when they talk
Bitches lean a certain kind of way when they walk
Bitches don't mean what they say when they talk
Bitches lean a certain kind of way when they walk

[Jadakiss]
Nahh! Uh, yeah, aiyyo
I got a wet haze, coke, and a p-blow block
But y'all still missin the point like a free throw shot
Get it? This ain't some'n you learn, this is some'n you earn
Turn it up and give me some'n to burn
That boy 'Kiss is a hell of a man
Treat your life like a cell phone, so try to get a helluva plan
Cause most dudes left the hood broke
A couple knew what they was doin, so they came back like good coke
Down South they'll tell you 'Kiss is good folk (that's right)
Up North I hit my niggaz off with good smoke
Out West they ridin with me, now I'm back hard
I'm just worried bout the rats that's in my back yard
Hated by many, confronted by none
I trust two guys, one's God, and one is my gun
Jada is the nice guy, 'Kiss is the monster
D-Block and Double R is my sponsor

[Chorus: Jadakiss]
Cowards don't mean what they say when they talk
Cowards lean a certain kind of way when they walk
Cowards don't mean what they say when they talk
Cowards lean a certain kind of way when they walk

[Jada] Fuckin cowards!

[DMX]
Niggaz can't be fuckin serious, y'all niggaz pussy
Niggaz pussy - y'all don't like it? BRING IT, BITCH!
Just a lil' some'n man, to let y'all know
To niggaz know man, matter of fact
Matter of fact y'all niggaz, excuse my back man!
Straight up y'all niggaz, pardon my back!
I ain't got no rap for no sucka-ass niggaz!
Five time motherfuckin champ!
Five times! BITCH! Touch that! Then holla back!
Motherfucker!

A nigga done had this rap shit
I'm out..


Posted on Sep 19, 2003, 10:19 PM

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Fighting Temptations

by Missy Elliott f/ Beyonce & Others

Artist: Missy Elliott f/ Beyonce, Free, MC Lyte
Album: Fighting Temptations 12"
Song: Fighting Temptations
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[Intro - Beyonce]
Fighting temptation

[Missy]
Yo Beyonce, Free, MC Lyte, y'all ready
Let it put it down for the clubs

[Beyonce + Missy + Free + MC Lyte]
Ladies! HEY! we got that beat that make you jump
To my fellas! whoo! I'll got them cars them ladies love
Party People! yeah! we gonna party all night
And let yo soul, work! ooo! and let yo soul keep on workin' out

[Verse 1 - Missy] + (Missy, Beyonce, MC Lyte, Free)
I'm the type of chick, who be fightin' temptation
Make you wait, before we have a relation
Playboy, holla at me lata'
Don't you know I'm managed by Violator
(They shootin'), I'm exterminator
I look good, so hate me hater
Me and my girls drinkin', where's the waiter
Cheatin' guys, I already played ya
Ladies night don't suffocate us
If you touch us, we gonna altercation
Warn Missy, you's impersonator
I got so much ice, I even scare Jacob
(Beyonce, MC Lyte, and Free)
(Missy, put it down on da beat)
Party people, it's good sensation
We gonna show you, how to fight temptation

[Chorus - Beyonce]
I'm just fighting temptation (Yeah)
Gotta get more control (Control, yeah)
Yet it's very tempting when you ask to take me home (Home)
You know you want my love (Love)
I don't think the time is right (No)
Call when I'm ready, but it won't be tonight

[Verse 2 - Free]
We in the club, Free gully no doubt
See this real deal playa, starin' dead in my mouth
He got his crew, but I got mine too
Send a note to my table like, what you gonna do
Eye game got him spreadin' me out
In my ear dry tears, how he left his spouse
And oh, the nice cars, and impressive house
He want to run up in, I ain't no regular route (Hoooo!)
Me and the girls, we ain't stressin' out
We ain't birds, we ain't headin' south (Noooo!)
Them one nighters, that's sad and doubt
That little talk on da creep ,what you said is out
I gets cheddar, to help me do what ever
No beef with Dennis Edwards, but I fight temptation
I'm not sayin' I don't like temptation
I'm just lookin' for da right temptation, ya kno'

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - MC Lyte]
Yeah, party liked I never partyed before
I hit the door, all the dudes hit the floor
Sweet, they messin' wit the brown sugar queen
Fightin' temptation, like Layla Ali
Wit the 1, 2, let me show you what the hon' do
When I come through, wit the butta dip crew
Now, show me that you got my back
Love me from, where you at
I got eyes up, over my shoulder
If you should decide, to get closer (Hooo!)
Well then this dance, is straight over
I'm gone, and Missy's Testaroasa
"Be cool", thay what Free say
B. say, "Keep it clean but give them lee way"
All I know, it's a crazy sensation
You fine, but I'm fightin' temptation

[Chorus]

[Outro - Beyonce] + (Missy) + {Free}
Wooooooo
(We goin' show you how to fight temptation)
My love, yeah
{I'm jus' lookin for da right temptation}
{<*Cut and Stratch - "Fight temptation*>}
Wooooo, yeah, yeah, yeah
(We goin' show you how to fight temptation)
{I'm jus' lookin for da right temptation}
{<*Cut and Stratch - "Fight temptation*>}
Yeah, yeah, yeah, woooooo

[Beyonce + Missy + Free + MC Lyte]
W-w-what you gonna do (Hoo-hoo)
W-w-what you gonna do (Hoo-hoo)
W-w-what you gonna do (Hoo-hoo)


Posted on Sep 16, 2003, 9:56 PM

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Wat Da Hook Gon Be

by Murphy Lee

Artist: Murphy Lee f/ Jermaine Dupri
Album: Wat Da Hook Gon Be 12"
Song: Wat Da Hook Gon Be
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[Intro: Murphy Lee]
Hahaha, yo, yo, yo, yo
You never met a nigga like me
Yo yo, have you ever seen a little dude
Who be doing what I do?
Uh huh, yo whoo!
Let's get at it dog, whoo!

[Verse: Murphy Lee]
Now what goes up, must come down (shiiett)
But we ain't coming down, it be them same ole' clowns
Aiming your pound pretending they proud
But when you leave town they go around they running they mouth (maaann)
They something like a hater man
Talking bad about a playa as if I'm not gon see ya later man
You constantly frontin until you confronted on
If you don't like whats going on gwoin to another song
Cause I keep a hater guilty
My cars and my money all alike man, both them filthy (get it?)
From skimpy and empty to fuel on full
See I be high when my car go Bulls
Obey no rules to school you fools
Schoolboy's err'y where, we're Young Dude news (maann)
St. Louis like Louis D. Miles and Larry Hughes
And the Young Dude done paid young dudes' dues dude

[Chorus - repeat 2x]
[JD:] But yo, what da hook gon' be (Uh oh!)
[ML:] See I don't need no fucking hook on this beat (Shiieet)
All I need, is the track in the background
My headphones loud, keep the blunt goin 'round and I'ma rip

[Verse: Murphy Lee]
The sun'll come out.. tomorrow
And I will never have to borrow
Got my first car when I turned sixteen
Only drove it home outta town limosines
Plus we was broke wit a deal but nobody could tell
So we did what we had to do for "Country Grammar" to sell
Haha, I stay on my own melodies
Plus I like my Booties and my Boobs like a capital letter 'B'
That's how it is, how it better be
I preferably rather have two or three girls in the bed wit me
Close your errs [ears] ma you ain't heard nothin (whaa?)
I always pay ma let a brother hold somethin
I'm basically coming from nothing to something
When I say nothing meaning pocket full of lint and buttons
(We all we got!) Used to be creative on Halloween (how you gon?)
Stop a hotter teen went from nada to a lot of things

[Chorus]

[Verse: Murphy Lee]
People always saying man it must be nice
No hi no nothing not a simple house life
Understand the money's good but I'm still from the hood
So don't be asking for no "inch" be expecting the "foot"
Unless you want a foot (whoo!)
I know a few crooks that can place you where you need to be put
And it might not cost me playa
Got a Benz pepper interior, paint salty playa
And we all push it, but me I push it real good
Brains blown out, chromed out, wheel real wood
Catch me on your local derrty
Or in the studio doing vocals derrty
I'm the same dude that came through wit my crew
Let the girls do me while you do you
And um, all I need is JD beat to be banging
And I'll come up wit these verses that I'm usually slanging
I be ripping man

[Chorus - to end]


Posted on Sep 16, 2003, 9:53 PM

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May I

by Red Cafe

Artist: Red Cafe
Album: May I 12"
Song: May I
Typed by: eddie014@hotmail.com, akademik_geniuz@yahoo.com *

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[Intro]
Niggaz just love the cash
Shake down niggaz say yea
1-9 niggaz love the cash
H-A-R-D-R-O-C-K yo BK no, oh, oh, oh

[Bridge]
You ain't gotta love what I do, like what I do
But you gon' respect what I do
I don't like nothin' about you, frontin' about you
We gon' get money without you

[Verse 1]
When shake down come through, who you gon' run to?
Have my money or we gon hunt you
Clak clak show you what the gun do
My murder game like a Roy Jones one, two
Now when the funds due who still gonna front you
Son dude you might get slumped on a humble
Might get a stealth torpedo to make you tumble
Cause hazard to ya hustle
Knew it wasn't hard to touch you
Especially when the bark, bark got a muzzle
And make the sound muffled
Chah - Chah {*silencer*} Brook-lyn muscle
Is I, always prepared for scuffles
You see I must do what I must do
Niggaz screamin' fuck me, well nigga fuck you!

[Chorus]
May I, keep a little something for the G's
And, make a few ends while I breeze through
The late night shift on some late night shit
On the gangstas roam
May I, keep a little something for the G's
And, make a few ends while I breeze through
The late night shift on some late night shit
While ya momma ain't home

[Verse 2]
My mercedes sittin on AMG's
Squeeze three 80's 'til they empty
Seen lately it's a style to hate me
But even when inside I'm cool like a A/C
The nickel back sole in the park they paid me
The PJ's get shot up they blame me
Ya bitch wanna real nigga, she gon' page me
I'm the voice of Brooklyn, nigga you crazy
Questions need to be answered
Sexy rap niggaz needing a dancer, I'm cancer
Kill you in a matter of days
You's a durag nigga that I battled ya ways
It's inclusive, or shake a slug off, I'm elusive
Got new guns can't wait to use it
Although, I step all slow
Get respect also, hold Tech's I'm all-pro

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

[Verse 3]
Now we official, I'll address my issues
Either comply or I twist you, simple
Hardrock, been livin' on Hard Knock
Hate a bitch nigga that car hop, no
The dashboard in my BM, kinda confusing
Head game on my BM, cause confusion
I pump rock myself, like the infusion
Shake down got pink but not an illusion

[Chorus]


Posted on Sep 16, 2003, 9:51 PM

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How You Want That (West Coast Remix)

by Loon f/ E-40 & Others

Artist: Loon f/ E-40, The Game, Kelis
Album: How You Want That (Bad Boy Remixes) 12"
Song: How You Want That (West Coast Remix)
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[P. Diddy talking]
This is the remix
This goes out to the west coast
We got Game, E-40, and Loon
Bad Boy, Lets go

(Verse 1)
[The Game]
What up Ma, Come roll with gangstas
Bad Boy and Aftermath, The street banger
You know its Game when the NWA chain hang
And canary's flyin' around his finger
The remix, Ya'll done started somethin'
I'm bout to Von Dutch S dot Carter somethin'
So let me tell you about the birds and bees
How I stand on the block all day and flip birds and ki's
I'm a gangsta ma, I'm into guns, rough sex
Khakis, and Air Force 1's, with Donald Duck checks
And I ain't gonna put a chain on ya neck
Unless the combo pertaining to sex
And you comin' out that Chamberlain dress
You can tell I'm gettin' brains from a vet
Goin' to New Jersey like I'm playin' the Nets
I'm just tryin' to get mines like Loon did it
So I copped a Maybach and put a living room in it, Yea

(Chorus)
[Kelis w/ P. Diddy adlibing and talking]
How you want that? Tell me how you want that
How you want that? Tell me how you want that
Daddy how you want to give it to me
A Bad Boy is what I need
How you want that? Tell me how you want that
How you want that? Tell me how you want that
Daddy how you want to give it to me
A Bad Boy is what I need

(Verse 2)
[Loon]
Hey yo from east to west niggaz lease the vest
That good old gangsta shit never cease to rest
Even though these rap niggaz never seen no stress
You forced to be a boss, rock a mean old vest
A 40 cal. with a beam on that
40 thousand on the chain, Try to skeem on that
Send a team that'll lean on cats
Niggaz trained to go to war like Marine on cats
With no Bush, No Puff, And no push
Nigga front, Nigga defintely end up in the oak bush
Yes, And all I do is lay up and smoke kush
Never stressin' you niggaz, Niggaz is so puss
So pathetic, Follow in dynetic
Die like diabetic, Die cause I said it
Die with five medics tryin' to pump ya chest
Die cause live niggaz really want ya flesh

(Chorus)
[Kelis w/ P. Diddy adlibing and talking]
How you want that? Tell me how you want that
How you want that? Tell me how you want that
Daddy how you want to give it to me
A Bad Boy is what I need
How you want that? Tell me how you want that
How you want that? Tell me how you want that
Daddy how you want to give it to me
A Bad Boy is what I need

(Verse 3)
[E-40]
Enough game to sell sand to an Afghan
Enough game to sell snow to an Eskimo
Its E 4-0, Dont get it twisted, I ain't racial though
I pull a hoe without a tug of war
You can find me in the local store
Young tycoon, E-40, Loon, and Game
We spit, We spit flame, gasoline, kerosine and propane
We get yay, But would never be a header
You can find me up in the Sean John Lincoln Navigator
Me and a few of my youngsters, A few of my runners
Outta her body, Out her window doin' a hifey
Ya'll tryin to walk it, We tryin' to run
We often ?? mix with that 18 hundred
Cali turtle blunted
Come on darling you know what gutty is, Go on with that
Dont try to act like you don't listen to rap
Dont try to act like you don't want me to tap
Dont try to act like you don't like it from the front and the back
How you want that

(Chorus until song ends)
[Kelis w/ P. Diddy adlibing and talking]
How you want that? Tell me how you want that
How you want that? Tell me how you want that
Daddy how you want to give it to me
A Bad Boy is what I need
How you want that? Tell me how you want that
How you want that? Tell me how you want that
Daddy how you want to give it to me
A Bad Boy is what I need


Posted on Sep 15, 2003, 2:33 PM

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20 Bag Shorty **UNRELEASED**

by Jay-z

Artist: Jay-Z f/ Boo & Gotti
Album: Only available in single format in Europe (Not released in America)
Song: 20 Bag Shorty
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[Jay-Z]
No more reason I gotta prove to be da illest MC
Somthing's wrong wit ya motor skills cause y'all ain't movin me
I'm who you see musically when you want it done hot
Comparin' you to me is a lesson in futility stop
I paint pictures beautifully but niggaz is near sighted
Don't worry about plagerist it'll take em years to bite it
Which the greatest fears I don't write it
It just appears outta nowhere like the information contain by the physic
Like it or not I pay dues and expect to be paid back
Why da fuck should I freestyle I'm gettin paid to rap
I sling a track laid back almost till it's a sin
Tell ya god somebody's doin a good job impersonatin' him
J-Hova spittin game from da range rover
What tha fuck is y'all doin in da third lane get over
Slow ya rode up I got it sewed up like a tella
Relatively easy like jerry hella
Cream is cherry vanilla got chicks in da telli
Belly up soundin like mayhelia tryna tell y'all
Y'all know da style burn da town
Down and change the locale I'm doin da same shit except its legit

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Got a twenty cart shorty better play that shit
You owe me twenty baby better pay that shit
Got twenty bag son better blaze that shit
They said I wasn't seeing twenty but I made dat shit

[Gotti]
Pimp Gotti get da dues in them double down
Like them kids with tips who tops down
Bricks who get money quick see me
representin bomb city on da bill block rockin' mic's
Before they get a mill I sold pills all night
The illest outta life got my mind on fate
Cause even on tour nigga still ain't safe
I keep a tre eight on my left smoke a L for stress countin dirt bag lex
I be da X like malcom puff for now dunn east side represent wit tons of guns
You keep it real where you from
Cause where you at might put da dagger in yo back
Its like livin wit yo homey that be on crack
And fact my niggaz know my styles phat like hoes in da El Dorado
My mind toatin fuck em duck em
Any thing but da main gun I don't trust em

[Chorus]

[Boo]
Move wit da nigga huh from man chilla
Burge shit word shit I slpurge big scrilla
Observe when you work spit bird shit killah
Not to be purterb with...herb shit deala
Can make me feel y'all foreal ya tock ticking
Bust a rapper bust a cap hustler stop flinching
You fresh off the corner calling dog shit brog shit
Soon as you feel that sog shit you be like oh shit (stoooooop)
Broke niggaz resort the glass looking
Opposite the track ass whooping
Opposite the black class hooker the fat ass fooker
Triple your cash criple your stash pass shooker
The past ain't never the last to teach lessons
My peeps fucking up in the streets keep guessing
Brew don't becomming a preach I be blessing
Lotta kids commmin out da wrong way like sea sections
Know da bro gone flow even if it cross shorts
Fuck weed cop coke cause da shit cost more
But niggaz say I floss to much
but when I take it off and such they say I lost my touch
Those bitches like the money I wear
What its funny how they stare
Dumb bunnies with they cunnin' little glare
Shorty let me see the tail if its really that shittin
She hit me with a felion a young pair kitten
My boy hit that shit now every body smitten
Even holdin snow balls and I ain't talkin bout mittens
what I talkin bout mittens foreal

[Chorus]


Posted on Sep 15, 2003, 2:11 AM

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Naggin'

by Ying Yang


aRTIST: Ying Yang
SOng: Naggin'



Every now and then you get mad
sometime I make you sad
make you want to say kiss my pants
got to listen to you nag

[2x]
She talking to me like I’m dumb
I should have known (should have known)
should have left that girl alone
Now I’m stuck in game

This is for then fella’s who be mess round with them women
and you get your heart caught up in the mix
cause your love touch what’s up her dress
and never played attention
cause you didn’t think the girl would start tripping
shawty flip the scripted
start saying all type of stuff out of her lips
and let me tell you what I cant stand
when a women play the role of a man
talking to a fellow like you got to hold his hand
treat me like a sped
like he lack to understand
I know you know I ain’t gone go for the short jacking all the time
talking to me out of line broad
truly you done lost your mind
you gone mess round and get my some time

every now and then you get mad
sometime I make you sad
make you want to say kiss my pants
got to listen to you nag

[2x]
She talking to me like I’m dumb
I should have known (should have known)
should have left that girl alone
Now I’m stuck in game

A lil more grip a lil less lip
before I pack my bag on you girl and dip
and a point of no return and you made it that way
buy the stuff that you say in and out everyday
hope you paying attention cause i got to mention
dissin me in front of your friends
trying to get a lil laugh in your crack in
I want to beat the **** in
hide behind your fake lil grin with your fake lil friend
use to then fake lil men
really ain’t no man but you like how he pretend
I’m going to keeping sipping my Hen and smoking my herbs
and I’m going to need a lot of grill cause of your nagging girl
the way you talking absurd
getting on my nerves
all in my ear about to make me hit the curve

every now and then you get mad
sometime I make you sad
make you want to say kiss my pants
got to listen to you nag

[2x]
She talking to me like I’m dumb
I should have known (should have known)
should have left that girl alone
Now I’m stuck in game

One day I got shot by cupid
this was when this relationship went stupid
we was talking on the phone to long
never act her age she was always gone
telling me you out with your friends
find out later on you with your other men
you ain't nothing but a dividend
say you cut, cut but you ain't getting nothing
that’s a shame and to hear its like this
and I ain’t got love for you trick
shoo fly don’ bother me
will i get back with her probably
then I thought about it I wont
do I really want you I don't
the headache i really don't want
so I’m going to leave her a lone
cause I can do bad on my on
that's why she gone

every now and then you get mad
sometime I make you sad
make you want to say kiss my pants
got to listen to you nag

[2x]
She talking to me like I’m dumb
I should have known (should have known)
should have left that girl alone
Now I’m stuck in game


Posted on Sep 15, 2003, 2:05 AM

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Malcolm X **DISSING D-12 & EMINEM**

by Royce Da 5'9"

Artist: Royce Da 5'9" f/ Tre Little
Album: Build and Destroy
Song: Malcolm X
Typed by: dj.flash@pobox.com, junooni_@hotmail.com *

For those that don't know Royce the 5'9 and Eminem use to be in a group together called "Bad Meets Evil" and they have done tracks together as late as Dec. 02. This was released late in the summer.


[Begining of the song: Royce talking]
"D-12, worst fucking rap group ever" (You ready?)

Royce Da 5'9" would like to apologize to the family of my homeboy Bugz
for lettin' that line leak out the radio, it was a long story how it happened
D-12 though, y'all better quit actin' like that wadn't my man too
Like I was tryna disrespect him or somethin', I was tryna disrespect y'all
'Cause that's what I'm doin' (gun-loading sound) from here on 'n
My new name from now on, don't even call me Royce Da 5'9" no mo'
Call me Malcolm X, 'cause e'rybody in the city wanna kill me (*gun shooting sounds*)
I'm Malcolm X now haha, we gon' see who goin, I ain't goin nowhere motherfucker
We gon' see, e'rybody who against me, nigga I'm mad (BITCH)
Haha, yeah, there's only one problem
Everytime you motherfuckers breathe on the mic
It's a motherfuckin' lie nigga, nobody believes you (*echoes*)

SONG STARTS:
We gon' beat yo' ass DOWN (2x)

Y'all niggaz sound like y'all write y'all rhymes with motherfuckin' crayons, BITCHES

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah, what rap crew I gotta snatch up out the game (bitch)
Who must I smack for sayin my name?
Somebody gon' die, it's probably YOU
You couldn't fit Bizarre's body in my shoes
Niggaz quick to talk, all hood 'til I pop up
Plus, you just act tough cause Suge got locked up
I am above y'all, when you droppin your raps to diss me
I only recognize the top of your hats
And I don't like Proof punk-ass, he think he tough
He keep thirty niggaz with him, cause he weak as fuck!
I ever catch you by yourself, I'ma fuck you up
Snatch your little cheap-ass chain and piece you up
You better hope you and the white boy keep in touch
And be a good little hype man, or your lease is up
Since Slim signed 50 I don't see your teeth as much
That's good, cause you got a grill like a fuckin truck!
DAMN HOMIE, it's history, over, hang it up
Go somewhere and hang up some 50 posters, PUNK
You speak too late, y'all prolly gon' go up to them awards
and get yo' ass whooped by B2K
I just wish Eminem would stop tellin' everybody he ain't speakin' to me
Like I'm one of his hoes or somethin'
How 'bout this, I ain't speakin to you, chump
And I'ma keep pickin on your weak ass crew
You, BITCH, Bizarre you a fat stutterin fuck
You a joke, I choke whoever buttered you up
I've been ridin by your house, you don't come out too much
You hidin, when I find you I'ma snatch you out of that truck
and tie your fat stankin ass to your couch and just
FEED YOU, you already look like you about to bust
Nigga you can run or hide; I'll be on your porch
with a cheeseburger tryin to lure you outside!
'Cause he's in it, Bizarre say G-g-g-g-g-g-unit
I bet you throw some extra "g's" in it
Just like a stutterin' fool can't you tell it
He sweats when he raps, cuz he got a speach impediment
You, BITCH, Porky's pig and Porky's tomb
About to dig his own grave with a fork and spoon
You, BITCH, Denaun and Swifty please
Give it in, both y'all be wreckin' 50's leaves
What do I know, that other nigga y'all got in your group
I don't even know his name, but he can shovel my snow
You, BITCH, let's face it I gave it to y'all
My lil' sister got six puppies that's braver than y'all (barking sounds)
Niggaz is startin' the beef I'm 'bout to end with the quickness
I'm 'bout to end this quicker than Bizarre can finish a biscuit
Quicker than quick shit, y'all ain't felt the half
Quicker than Eminem can pinch Elton's ass
Don't call me, I ain't ready to squash it yet, kiss my ASS
I don't wanna talk to Hex, I am so sick I should be compared to cancer
Y'all thought y'all dudes don't swing like Fred G. Sanford
I be makin' motherfuckers crash they heads when I rhyme
Y'all lil' niggaz crack ya heads then rhyme, go play;
you lil punk ass niggaz, y'all can scream and yell all you want
I feel like I'm battlin' Keenan & Kel
You, BITCH, none o' y'all can put in the card to kill
Paul better call me, like he called Benzino
Matter o' fact, I might even do a song with Ray
Sign with Murder Inc. and hit you with a song again

We gon' beat yo' ass DOWN (4x)

[Royce talking]
I don't even want you lil' punks to think I'm mad
Y'all lil' niggaz are Ninja Turtles, you're nothing
Nothin', you not on my level, I will beat yo bust ass nigga
Tre Little, bring it on

[Tre Little]
Tre Little, the baby gorrilla, I'm just that guy
I'm 5'6", got stacked lines, shit that high, I'm ridin'
FUCK you and your commercial appeal
I turn yo' head into blue 'n yellow +Purple Hills+
I bet you whatever that nobody beats my family
Eminem, Nelly said that he'll eat you like candy
What did you do, got on the phone and called him up
You don't wanna talk to Royce, but you talk to us
You, BITCH, yo' crew some local hoes
I hit you harder than that white girl that broke your nose
You and Royce can squash this with one talk
Step around from your security and talk to that man
I understand you backin' yo' crew, but this my brother
Anythin' that happen to him, somethin' gonna happen to you
And I don't give a fuck for that, nigga, I'll do life
I advise you to stop; yo' money don't buy you stripes
Only thing that money brings is fake niggaz and problems
Followed by niggaz who hate fake niggaz and rob 'em
But you niggaz is WACK; Denaun I'ma stab you
So many times, I'ma feel bad when you collapse!
You niggaz is so BITCH you make me sick to my stomach
Every beat that you ever made sound like it was missin' somethin'
Timbaland lookin' ass, nigga, my style is realer
What producer you ever know only good for album filler

We gon' beat yo' ass DOWN (2x)

[Royce talking]
You!, Yea, punk ass niggaz, yea we in the streets now too, nigga
Big Homie's out nigga, what up

[Tre Little talking]
Yea you studderin ass motherfuckers, what y'all thought
My brother here ain't have no backbone?
Nigga, it's on when I see y'all
Proof what the fuck you thinkin' of nigga, that's cash boy
Need the white boy to get y'all started ass niggaz
Fuck y'all hoes, I told Royce I ain't like that motherfucka
Faggots, I smack the shit outta any one o' y'all niggaz
Sell my bill one nigga
What the fuck y'all thought nigga y'all'll get bought bitch
Street orientated; y'all motherfuckers hate it
Learn how to flow stop bein' mad y'all bitches
Trick, trick, when I catch yo' bitch ass, yea dude
Asked about cash nigga, you comin' to yo' doom
You'll end up like click boom, bitch
Rock City motherfucker, regardless
Get the point bitch, or get the hollows motherfucker
It's Cash Flow, bitch, Big Homie


Posted on Sep 11, 2003, 9:38 PM

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Badunkadunk **UNRELEASED**

by Twista

Artist: Twista f/ Jazze Pha
Album: Badunkadunk 12"
Song: Badunkadunk
Typed by: YoungC216@aol.com *

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[Chorus: Jazze Pha]
(Badunkadunk) All in your face when you're at the club
(Badunkadunk) Slide down the poll for the 30 Dub
(Badunkadunk) Look at your ass girl, it's so much fun
(Badunkadunk) I tell the DJ, I mean ya #1
(Badunkadunk) What? (Badunkadunk) Rock Yo!
(Badunkadunk) All That (Badunkadunk) Bounce Yo!
(Badunkadunk) Big Phat (Badunkadunk) I Love Yo!
(Badunkadunk) Tell the DJ, I mean I'm #1

[Verse 1: Twista]
Ooh! Shit, damn shawty look at the muthafuckin' fatty
Come to daddy, tell me what I gotta do to get you lickin' in my custom caddy
Never wanna let you get up out the ride
When I burst to the lip my mouth is wide
Look at titties with them little bitty shorts you got on
With the thighs hangin' out the side
When you work it you gone hurt these other bitches(That's Right)
Hurtin' em' mean with the way you struttin'
Even though you only walkin'
You still lookin' like you shouldn't do that shit in public
I can tell from right now what I see you workin' with
You ain't even gotta ask for the blunt
Booty so phat, gaps so nice, you can see ya ass from the front
You finna hurt how you twurk that thang
You want me to hear when you pop it baby
Fell in love when you came up in club, with a whole bottle of Mo'
Don't pop it baby!
I know you got up on some rump shaker time
Just let us see what you can do
Sip a little something while you bounce that ass
Girl you gotta Badunkadunk

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Twista]
Now bounce that ass, hurry up for the Bentley
Now gone drop that bikini for the Lamborghini
Now let me see you in a car for the big grown
Love the way you shake it for the dollar
Holla at me when you see me
Now I don't wanna see nobody full of rigimortis
Go head and jiggle for the more more money that's in his hands
Go head and hit the shades with ya thick ass
Now come over here by the table and give me a lap dance
Bend it over come and get this dust
Come take it off now we in the cut
Gots to hit that from the back
Shorty gotta lil junk in her trunk
Look at how she make one butt-cheek freeze
Look at how she make the other cheek move fast
Look at how she switch, make the other cheek move
Then move both sides then clap that ass
Remember them times!, when you met two shawty's
And you really want the cutest
But you let her slide, cuz the other gotta really big-o donkey booty
Now shawty think she fine, only if she really knew the truth
I ain't gone lie, girl twurk them thighs
I'm in love with your big Badunkadunk

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Twista]
Can you make it go wobbley-wobbley, come on and follow me
Take you on a ride on the 'C' and umm!
If you let it jiggley-jiggley, make it go wiggley
Baby you can never get rid of me and umm!
Twurk something, ooh yeah
Yeah that booty softer then a teddy bear
So phat I can barely stare, with a darier, that's scary there
Come and drop for a nigga named Twista
Come and pop for me like a pistol
Got Badunkadunk's from a MOB and got Badunkadunk's for Jazze Phizzle
Girl you deserve respect, you look so good girl I commit you
The hottest thang on the menu
When I'm off up in the strip club, I like to get you
Twurk that thang, bounce that ass
Work it all the way down to the floor
Climb to the top, shake it up-side down
Side of the muthafuckin floor
Work that crown, give a lap-dance
Shake it like it's for lady-groups
Take all the ballers to the V.I.P
Girl gone work yo Badunkadunk

[Chorus]

Shake That Thang Girl!(Repeat to the end of song)
[Jazze Pha]
This! is a Jazze Phizzle Product-shizzle
My Nizzle! Hah!
Twista!, Chi-Town, Yeah
What? Legit Ballin' Daddy!
Ooh!, We out Daddy!


Posted on Sep 11, 2003, 9:12 PM

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Cop That Sh-t

by Timbaland & Magoo f/ Missy

Artist: Timbaland & Magoo f/ Missy Elliott
Album: Cop That Shit 12"
Song: Cop That Shit
Typed by: eddie014@hotmail.com, akademik_geniuz@yahoo.com *

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[Intro: Missy Elliot]
We are the VA players
Love to the Neptunes and the Clipse
To ya bootleggers we breaking off both of ya legs
The underrated Maganoo, comin' with the unexpected
The run away slave I, Mistameanor
Escaping from all ya fraudulent players
Last but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr. Mosley

[Verse 1: Timbaland]
It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you
Without some little nieces and nephews
To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been through
Time's up, sorry I left you
Thinking of this, I keep repeating them hits
Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone
As you hear it, pump up the volume
Jump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)
Mr. VA 'bout to set it off
Well I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what ya know
Well my folks don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)
So, "Up Jumps the Boogie", let the record work (Uh huh)
And put me on like you red alert
'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy
Like THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia

[Chorus: Missy Elliot]
DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and
COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
And to the bootleggers giving em bootlegs
We breaking off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
Stop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca
COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streets
So when you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)

[Verse 2: Missy Elliot]
When you say you love me, it doesn't matter
It goes into my head as just chit-chatter
You may think I'm egotistical or just very free
Won'tcha say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!
People say I'm whack, but they don't tell me so
Let them pretend to be me, then they know
I hate when one, pretend to fantasize
Fact I despise, those who even try
Sweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking
Yo dream is over, career sinking
I told all of you, like I told all of them
Whatcha say to me be, DICK TO YA CHIN!
In one ear and right out the other
"Ayyio Missy you ugly!" yeah ya mother
I don't pay attention, I don't concentrate
You ain't got the bait, that it takes to hook this, huh

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Magoo]
I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno
I'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to Vagil
And understand I got the gift of speech
And it's a blessing, being from them VA streets
I talk sense condensed in the form of a poem
If I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homes
I'm kinda young, so my gun's my security
I'm not afraid nucca do what you gon do to me
I get paid when your record is played
To put it short, heh I got it made
I'm talented, yes I'm gifted
My uppercut boy that'll get ya lifted
You got cash? man stop frontin
Living off damn every record that you cutting
My name Magoo and I roll wit two stars
Every CD we split 48 bars
My name Magoo and I'm a supadupa star
Every other month I get a brand new car!

[Chorus]


Posted on Sep 11, 2003, 9:11 PM

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24's

by T.I.

Artist: T.I.
Album: 24's 12"
Song: 24's
Typed by: cusualsuspectc84@aol.com *

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[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Money, hoes, cars and clothes
That's how all my niggaz know
Blowin dro, twenty-fo'
That's how all my niggaz roll

[T.I.]
In a drop top chevy with the roof wide open
My partners looking at me to see if my eyes open
Cause I've been drankin, and I've been smokin
Flying down 285 but I'm focused
Four fifty four's, I race Porsches
White leather seats, as fresh as Air Forces
Doing bout a hundred but the track still bumping
Number 8 on N.W.A., "Straight Outta Compton"
Pull up at your apartment sitting on 20 somethings
And the dope boys hollin "what's hapnin", kid runnin in
The clicks start dancin and the broads start choosin
And the cars been parked but the rims keep movin
Sign pictures by the hundred, to the youngins in the hood
Cause I ain't hollywood, I come from the hood
I'm used to it, if your rear view shaking and your seats vibrating
24 inch Daytons got the Chevrolet shaking

[Chorus]

[T.I.]
I'll make a mill' and I'm satisfied, I'll get the rest
Underaged civilian in the tigthest ride, I want the best
I refuse to get a 9 to 5, I'm a flip my ki's
Been payin my dues since eighty-nine, trying to get my cheese
Diamonds gleam when I'm on the scene, they know its me
Ain't no dream or no fantasy (biitch) it's T-I-P
Brought busting, like a baby do a blanket
Five karat VVS's on my motherfucking pinkie
Half of Hennessy and Belvedere
What we dranking, pimp squad send for broads
What the hell you niggaz thinkin
Young nigga spendin weekends on the islands in the fall
24 inch rim shining when I'm riding cause I'm ballin
I'm calling out shots like a pool shark
My tools spark in the dark when I fool marks
Y'all fools hearts in the wrong place at the wrong time
I got a strong mind to grab my chrome nine
And shoot at your ass for a long time
But I'm a get that ass hauled off, fuck around with the click
they'll be lookin for your dick wit a stick
Nigga y'all soft, so y'all lost, cause I'ma ball at all costs
Spit game at a dame, make her ride on this thang
'til she falls off and sucks balls off, I got the

[Chorus]

[T.I.]
I'm not boucing little shorty, I'm relaxing right now
I probably still be trappin if I wasnt rapping right now
Bragging about pistols at the house, I want 'em strapped right now
Keep on talkin folk, I'll lay you on your back right now
Want ta act right now, get smacked right now
I'm a buck a motherfucker, I don't know to back down
Clown down here fakin, frontin
Talkin bout what you makin - nothin
I'm 21 and 10 years deep, that shit to me ain't nothin
I'm raised by the niggaz gettin head from the jays
Lose your leg when I spray, end up dead from the 'K
Stay ready for the raid, paid heavy from the yae
I told my class to kiss my ass, I smoke 11 everyday

(54th Platoon sample)

[Chorus] - (fades)


Posted on Sep 11, 2003, 9:10 PM

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Round the Globe

by Nappy Roots

Artist: Nappy Roots
Album: Roun' the Globe 12"
Song: Roun' the Globe
Typed by: jgully87@hotmail.com *

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The whole damn world is country...
The whole damn world is country...

[Skinny DeVille]
Yeah...
Aww man, the grass done got green on the other side of the fence
So I hopped my ass over to see if I was convinced
Fast paced city life, but country livin's the sense
Cop me a Caddy say to hell with a Benz
Benz, Benz, twenty inch rims
I can't leave the vertical grill back at the ranch
Got a "Phat" farm with with cows and whole lotta land
Twenty acres (???)

[B. Stille]
Meanwhile up in the D where they hollowin up dope
And thugs blow weed in the park when the club close
In Mil-waukee the beats it petro
Off in D.C., the streets is ghetto
Let's roll - to Cali where they chief the best 'dro
And drive cars so big you can't reach the pedal
Never had a glass of purple juice for breakfast
Until I took my ass to Houston, Texas, that's country!

[Chorus]
The whole damn world is country
Been all around the globe from Monday to Sunday
Y'all the same folk we see in Kentucky (it must mean)
The whole damn world is country
Been all around the globe from Monday to Sunday
Y'all the same folk we see in Kentucky (it must mean)
The whole damn world is country

[Big V]
(???) they was sportin, Jordans and Waltons
Went in for the cage, and winded up staying
In Kentucky it was meth but Miami they was basing
Rap my ass off then I'll see ya at the Bassment
Hit VA, where they do nothing but cook
Carolina, Indiana, Alabama, Savannah
Boston, Denver, and all points between
Tennesse, Florida, ain't nothing love for ya

[R. Prophit]
Now shake it, bounce, sit back and let ya hair blow
Spanish chicas waving, hasta luego
Pearl white drop, weather's bueno
They say opposites attract, I'm a moreno
(whispered: ???) so clear
(whispered: ???) my clear
(???) girl, all she wanna do is (???)
Top of the hill, take the breath from her lungs
(Country boys been overseas)
Toppin it off, London, Germany

[Chorus]

[R. Prophit]
Now shake it, bounce, sit back and let ya hair blow
Ladies make ya hands clap like bueno
Now shake it, bounce, sit back and let ya hair blow
Holla atcha boy, hasta luego...

[Scales]
I'll prolly say a prayer for those that come back
Might could throw somethin on the grill when you come back
Might could take a trip to the 'Ville and then back
We can all get loose on the 'Ports, and of course
Hit Churchill Downs and throw some on a horse
Or we can hit them Saint Claire waters
You ain't seen country till you been through Georgia
God durn, they still got girls with perms (dang)
Big cars, big wheels is the biggest concern

[Ron Clutch]
My old Kentucky home, I was
born and raised on catfish and corn, collard greens and fatback
It's country than a mug, don't care where ya stay
Ya got country in ya blood if ya love 'em and that's that
Circled the globe, met the important and paid
Now I know for a fact that...

[Chorus] 2X


Posted on Sep 11, 2003, 9:08 PM

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Frontin'

by Pharrell f/ Jay-Z

Artist: Pharrell Williams f/ Jay-Z
Album: Neptunes : Clones
Song: Frontin'
Typed by: akademik_geniuz@yahoo.com

[Pharrell talking]

[Verse: Pharrell Williams]
Don't wanna sound full of myself or rude
But you ain't looking at no other dudes cause you love me
(I'm sorry but.. so sexy)
So you think about a chance
You find yourself trying to do my dance
Maybe cause you love me (Uh, you do it well)
So then we tried - think we should slow down
Because you weren't used to how fast we touched (fast we touched)
Then we locked eyes - and I knew I was in there
And I was gon' tear ya ass up (tear ya ass up)

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
I know that I'm carrying on, nevermind if I'm showing off
I was just frontin (you know I want ya babe)
I'm ready to bet it all, unless you don't care at all
But you know I want ya (you should stop frontin babe)

[Verse: Pharrell Williams]
Trying to be the best girlfriend you could be
But still you sneak and look at me, and girl I love it
Then you give your other girl a shove
Tell her you gon' calm her ass how it was
And she's gon love it (whoa-oh whoa, yeah yeah)
So then we tried - think we should slow down
Because you weren't used to how fast we touched (fast we touched)
Then we locked eyes - and I knew I was in there
And I was gon' tear ya ass up (tear ya ass up)

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
[J:] We got another one Pha-real [Pharrell]
[P:] Dance, ooooooh ooooh
[J:] I call you Pha-real cause you the truth, haha, Young! Great Hov!
[P:] Whoa-oh, oh ohhhh
[J:] Uh, yeah
[P:] Dance, ooooooh ooooh
[J:] Lemme talk to em
[P:] Whoa-oh, oh ohhhh
[J:] I'm a keep it real

[Verse: Jay-Z]
Everytime your name was brought up
I would act all nonchalant infront of an audience
Like if you was just another shorty I put the naughty on
But uh, truth be told you do me for a loop, this Hov
I'm too old to be frontin when I'm feeling Denzel
And you acting like you ain't appealing when you are
Stunting like you ain't my only girl when you are (I was just frontin)
I'm ready to stop when you are

[Chorus]

[Outro: Pharrell Williams]
Dance, ooooooh ooooh
Whoa-oh, oh ohhhh
Dance, ooooooh ooooh
Whoa-oh, oh ohhhh

[Pharrell talking]


Posted on Sep 11, 2003, 9:06 PM

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Holiday Inn

by Chingy f/ Snoop &Ludacris

Artist: Chingy f/ Snoop Dogg, Ludacris
Album: Jackpot
Song: Holidae In
Typed by: akademik_geniuz@yahoo.com, eddie014@hotmail.com

[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
Bomb ass pussy
Ma ooh you got that bomb, know you got it
Ma ooh, you got some bomb ass pussy
Ma I know you got that bomb bomb pussy

[Chorus: Snoop] + (Girl)
(Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin

[Chorus: Chingy] + (Girl)
(Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin

[Verse 1: Chingy]
Peeps call me up {*phone ring*} said it's a ho-tel party
Just bring the liquor there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way) let me stop by the store
Get a 12 pack of Corona, plus an ounce of 'dro, ya know?
Now I'm on Highway 2-7 need a natural graze road
I'm already blowed, hit third I'm a be be blowed some mo'
Pulled up, stop parked, rims still spinning
Valet look like he in the game and must be winning
To room 490 I'm headed, on my way up
There's three girls on the elevator like "wassup"
I told em follow me they knew I had it cracking B
One said "ain't you that boy that be on BET?"
"Ya that's me, Ching-a-ling equipped wit much ding-a-ling"
Knock on the door I'm on the scene of things
Busted in, Henny bottle to the face!
Fuck it then, feel like my head a toxic waste
There's some pretty girls in herre, I heard em whispering
Talking bout "that's that dude that sing 'Right Thurr' he glistening"
I ain't come to talk (talk) I ain't come to sit (sit)
What I came for was to find out who I'm gon hit, aww shit

[Chorus: Snoop + Chingy]

[Verse 2: Chingy]
Ma showed up like "what's the hold up?"
Man know what get them wraps and roll up
I took a chick in the bathroom seeing what's poppin
You know what's on my mind, shirts off and panties dropping
Niggaz knocking on the door drunk, and silly
The girl said "can I be in yo video" I'm like "yeah!", "oh really?"
Now she naked strip teasing, me I'm just cheesing
She gave me a reason to be a damn heathen
Handled that, told ol' G, bring tha camera
Then I thought about, no footage while I ram her
Walked out the bathroom smiling, cats still whiling
Sharing the next room wit some girls lookin like they from an island

[Chorus: Snoop + Chingy]

[Verse 3: Ludacris]
Stop, drop, KABOOM!, baby rub on ya nipples
Some call me Ludacris, some call me Mr. Wiggles
Far from little, make ya mammary glands giggle
Got 'em under control, the bowl of tender biddles
Doc-tor giggles, I can't stop until it tickles
Just play a little "D" and I'll make ya mouth dribble
Bits and Kibbles, got 'em all after the pickle
I swing it like a bat, but these balls are not whiffle
Hit 'em in triples, wit no strikes, stripes, or whistles
I ain't felt this good, since my wood lived off a thistle
Sippin' some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels
For shizzle dizzle, I'm on a track with the Big Snoop Dizzle
Let the Henny trickle, down the beat, wit a ghetto tempo
I done blazed the instrumental, laid it plain and simple
Getting brain in the rental, I done did it again
My eyes chinky, I'm wit Chingy, at the Holidae In

[Chorus: Snoop + Chingy]

[Outro: Snoop Dogg]
Yeah, let the party begin, bitch
Ching-a-ling Ling, all the way in St. Louis
My nigga Chingy, Disturbing Tha Peace
Luda, Luda, going hard on you hoes
Yeah bitch, bring four of ya friends
Meet me at the Holidae In
Bring a gang of that Hen, some DSOP
Oh wee, and light that sticky icky
And we gone do the damn thing
Now what I'm talking bout
We gon' disturb the peace right now
Yeah we ain't doing nothing but chillin
We chillin' and nuttin'
Know what I'm talking bout, so push the button
You know what's happenin', fa shizzle, uh huh
Yeah bitch, trying to run from this pimpin'
You can't out run the pimpin' bitch, I done told you


Posted on Sep 11, 2003, 9:03 PM

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Stand Up (When I Move, you Move)

by Ludacris

Artist: Ludacris
Album: Stand Up 12"
Song: Stand Up
Typed by: akademik_geniuz@yahoo.com *

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[Intro]
Stand up! Stand up!
Stand up! Stand up!

[Chorus: Ludacris and (woman)]
When I move you move (just like that?)
When I move you move (just like that?)
When I move you move (just like that?)
Hell yeah! Hey DJ bring that back!
(When I move you move) just like that?
(When I move you move) just like that?
(When I move you move) just like that?
(Hell yeah, Hey DJ bring that back!)

[Verse - 1]
How you ain't gon' FUCK! bitch out me?
I'm the GOD DAMN reason you in VIP
CEO you don't have to see ID
I'm young, wild, and strapped like Chi-Ali
BLAOW! We ain't got nothing to worry about
Whoop ass, let security carry em out
Watch out for the medallion my diamonds are wreckless
Feels like a MIDGET is hanging from my neckless
I pulled up wit a million trucks
Looking, smelling, feeling like a million bucks-ahh!
Pass the bottles, the heat is on
We in the huddle all smoking that Cheech & Chong
What's wrong?! The club and moon is full
And I'm lookin for a THICK young lady to pull
One sure shot way to get em outta them pants
Take note to the brand new dance, like this

[Chorus]

[Verse - 2]
Go on wit ya big ass! lemme see something
Tell ya little friend he can quit mean mugging
I'm lit and I don't care what no one thinks
But where the FUCK is the waitress at wit my drinks?!
My people outside and they can't get in
We gon' rush the back door and break em in
The owner already pissed cause we sorta late
But our time and our clothes gotta coordinate
Most girls lookin right some lookin a mess
That's why they spilling drinks all over ya dress
But Louie Vuitton bras all over your breasts
Got me wanting to put hickies all over ya chest-ahh
C'mon! we gon party tonight
Y'all use mouth to mouth bring the party to life
Don't be scurred, show another part of your life
The more drinks in your system the harder to fight!

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
Stand up! Stand up!
Stand up! Stand up!

[Verse - 3]
Damn right the Fire Marshall wanna shut us down
Get us out so someone can gun us down
We was two songs away from getting some cutta
Now we one song away from tearing da club up
Move over! Luda got something to say
Do it now cause 'tomorrow' ain't promised 'today'
Work wit me! let's become one with the beat
And don't worry bout me steppin all over ya feet

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Stand up! Stand up!
Stand up! Stand up!
Stand up! (just like that?)
Stand up! (just like that?)
Stand up! Stand up!


Posted on Sep 11, 2003, 9:02 PM

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Got Some Teeth

by Obie Trice

Artist: Obie Trice
Album: Cheers
Song: Got Some Teeth
Typed by: PDog1217@aol.com *

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(*talking in background*)

[Obie Trice - talking]
WOO!
Damn ..
There's a lot of bitches up in here tonight boy
I'm about to get drunk
Let's hold down, sleep
Where the bar at?
(*crashing noise*)

[Verse 1]
Okay, okie dokey Obie's here
No more focus, hobo's got a career
And I like your brassiere and there's a party in here
And I'm ready to talk naughty in Veronica's ear
She erotic and it's hot, saw Heineken beer
Put it to the side and invite here to "Cheers"
Pull up a chair, swear no drama
Therefore player your workin with a MONSTER (*yelling*)
I ain't got time to waste, let's vacate the place
Shut blinds and drapes, grind to your face in a grimy state
Concentrate, you will find that your bound to get
But we found what's fate
We can watch two incredible mates masterbate
Why settle and wait
Let's escalate to the nearest who bang
To your rear is on the mirrors and they smearin booty cheeks
C'mon

[Chorus] - 2X
So this is my favorite song
Now sing along when the DJ throws it on
And if I leave here tonight and I fall asleep
And wake up, (*sound of water dropping*), hopefully she got some teeth

[Verse 2]
Okay holy moly derriere
Look around the club booty everywhere
She caught me starin
And my homies darin me to approach Karen
She's model material, but she got a venereal
Tons of baby fathers', baby bottles and cereal
She holla cause I got a lot of genedio
The DJ's playin Obie song on the steady-o
And she's impaired and she wants to be headin home
With the real thing not the dildo clone
And I know I don't wanna be headin home
With some double D's full of silicon
Ten hoodrat chicks surround me outside
Found me outside, clown me outside
'Til I flip out and they found me outside
Cussin at the bitches screamin "off to they rides!"

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Okay rolie polies everywhere (*horse naying noise*)
Gotta find a slim chick's atmosphere
Obesity's glarin and she got me fearin
She's gonna come over here and try to eat me literal (*crunching noise*)
-ly, like a box of Cherrios
Carry cupcakes and chocolate Tootsie rolls
I'm outta order cause I gotta big girl disorder
So better cover up that blubber or I'll split (*feet running away noise*)
And I ain't got time to play
Let's investigate another place today
Ladies less in weight and the dress they shape
Dresses pettite, no window drapes

[Obie Trice - talking]
Word to mother, they god damn Opera and beans
Got ya Opera and jeans
Seems to me a little lean cuisine
Wouldn't hurt much, hot don't touch

[Chorus]

[Outro - Obie Trice - talking]
Haha, haha, ha
You gotta have teach baby
It just wouldn't look right
Look, me big lips ..
You no teeth, it wouldn't work
You know what I'm sayin
Haha ha, yeah
I'm feelin good
Shady Record man
Obie Trice
C'mon


Posted on Sep 10, 2003, 8:22 PM

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Hey Ya

by Outkast

Artist: OutKast
Album: Speaker Box
Song: Hey Ya
Typed by: birdroadpimp13@aol.com *

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[Intro]
One two three go!

[Verse One - Andre 3000]
My baby don't mess around
Because she loves me so
And this I know fo shooo..
Uh, But does she really wanna
But can't stand to see me
Walk ou the dooo..
Don't try to fight the feelin'
Because the thought alone is killing me right nooww..
Uh, thank god for mom and dad
For sticking through together
'Cause we don't know hooowww...
UH!

[Chorus]
Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa..
Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa..
Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa..
Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa..
Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa..
Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa..
Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa..
Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa..

[Verse Two - Andre 3000]
You think you've got it
Ohh, you think you've go it
But got it just don't get it
Till' there's nothing at
AaaaaaaaAAAAAAAaaaaaaAAAAAAaaaaaallllll..
We've been together
Ohh, we've been together
But seperate's always better when there's feelings
InvooooooOOOOOOOoooooooOOOOOOooooooOOOOOlved
If what they say is ("Nothing is forever")
Then what makes, Then what makes, Then what makes
Then what makes, Then what makes LOOVVEEE?
(Love exception) So why you, why you
Why you, why you, why you are we so in denial
When we are not happy heeeerrreeee...
Y'all don't want me here you just wanna dance

[Chorus]
Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH)
Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH)
Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (Don't want to meet your daddy, OHH OH)
Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (Just want you in my Caddy OHH OH)
Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH, don't want to meet yo' mama OHH OH)
Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (Just wan't to make you cumma OHH OH)
Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (I'm, OHH OH I'm, OHH OH)
Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (I'm just being honest OHH OH, I'm just being honest)

[Bridge - Andre 3000]
Hey, alright now
Alright now fealous, (YEAH!)
Now what's cooler than bein' cool?
(ICE COLD!) I can't hear ya'
I say what's cooler than bein' cool?
(ICE COLD!) whooo...
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, Ok now ladies, (YEAH!)
And we gon' break this back down in just a few seconds
Now don't have me break this thang down for nothin'
Now I wanna see y'all on y'all baddest behavior
Gimme some suga', I am your neighbor ahh here we go!
Shake it, shake, shake it, shake it (OHH OH)
Shake it, shake it, shake, shake it, shake it, shake it (OHH OH)
Shke it, shake it like a Poloroid Picture, shake it, shake it
Shh you got to, shake it, shh shake it, shake it, got to shake it
(Shake it Suga') shake it like a Poloroid Picture

[Verse Three - Andre 3000] (Repeating "Shake it" in background)
Now while Beyoncé and Lucy Lui
And baby dogs, get on the floor
(Get on the floor)
You know what to dooo..
Yooooouuu.. know I do

[Chorus]
Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH)
Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH)
Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH)
Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (Uh oh, Hey Ya)
Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH)
Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (Uh, uh, OHH OH)
Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH)
Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH)

[Chorus continues until fade]



Posted on Sep 10, 2003, 8:11 PM

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Streets of New York (New York,New York)

by Alicia Keys f/ Nas, Rakim

Artist: Alicia Keys f/ Nas, Rakim
Album: Streets of New York 12"
Song: Streets of New York
Typed by: PDog1217@aol.com *

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[Nas] (Alicia Keys)
Nasty, yeah, yeah (New York, New York)
Hey yo black it's time again, yeah, yeah
(New York, New York)
Come here, yeah, yeah
(New York, New York)
Hey yo black it's time

(*"yeah, yeah, hey yo black it's time" - continues throughout song*)

[Nas]
If you knew my streets
You would know all everybody talk about is who got beef
Who snitchin, who told police
Who came home, who still gone, who restin in peace
Now they killin over music money, not drugs, rap replaced it
Cause thugs with no brains got no patience
New jacks I pistol whip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kickin
Musician and flatten composition
A pain, I'm like Saddam Hussein
Still alive lookin at his dead children's burnt remains
I burnt the game, learnt you lames a new lesson
Your crew's soft man, ya'll need some new weapons
The P's breathe Warriorz and skullies and Timmies
Around mixed, spics, niggaz and giddies
From my ghetto kings in deep thought we don't blink
But don't think we wastin our time
It's a New York State of Mind

[Chorus #1 - Alicia Keys]
New York, New York, New York
New York City, whoa oh
New York, New York, New York
New York City, baby

[Alicia Keys]
It's like a jungle, out here
So much struggle, out here
And my dream's still unphased
Greed still the cousin of death
Always feels like always somethin farther time
In the Streets of New York
(New York state of mind, New York State of mind)

[Alicia Keys]
All I see is street homes
And who it's holdin, our people
Only comforts the brain
It's like I'm going insane
The revolution has to start, don't waste no time
In the Streets of New York
(New York state of mind, New York state of mind)
C'mon

[Chorus #2 - Alicia Keys]
New York, New York, New York, New York oh
State of mind (New York City)
New York, New York, New York, New York oh
State of crime (New York City)
New York, New York, New York, New York oh
Big dreams (New York City)
New York, New York, New York, New York oh
Big schemes

[Alicia Keys]
Oh, break the game
Just ain't the same
Baby loves and girls with no shame
Can't get away (get away), epidemic plague
Every hood in every state
Don't have no reasons cause relieve is hard to find

[Break - Alicia Keys]
In the streets of New York (New York state of mind) - 4X
(*"New York state of mind" is also repeated in background*)

[Rakim]
I'm from the home of a million legends and trend settin
A lot of footsteps to follow, I've been steppin
Mind stressin tryin to find a record crime shreddin