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Sh-t On You

by D-12 f/ Eminem

Artist: D-12 f/ Eminem
Album: Shit On You 12"
Song: Shit On You
Typed by: HavanaJoe929@aol.com
sent by: rassfan@hotmail.com


(Eminem - 4X)
I'll s--- on you
Da da da da

I'll s--- on you
I will shit
I'll s--- on you
Girl you know
I'll s--- on you
Bitch or man
I'll s--- on you
I will shit

(Swift aka Swifty McVeigh)
I remain fatter than gluttony
Tapin bombs to the back of record companies
Blow em up if they ain't want me
The national guard
They scared to hunt me
I love beef
I got you hoes duckin me
A drug thief
Bitch I'll take your marijuana
These slugs with keep yo ass away from my corner
I drown niggas in hundred-degree saunas
You can act a fool if you wanna (bitch)
It's this lyrical piranha
Strapped with a grenade
In the pool with your mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom
Twist nothin up like a condom
Slap it if u muthaf---as got a problem
When I see em
You hoes endin up in a f---in mausoleum
Or hiden in the trunk of a black & gold bm
Pull in the garage while u screamin
Keep the motor on then I'm leavin
I'll s--- on you

(Chorus)
I will s--- on you I don't care who you are
I'll s--- on you
I don't give a f--- about you or your car
Fuck your house
Fuck your jewelry
And Fuck your watch
Fuck your wife
Fuck your kids
Fuck your family
I'll s--- on you

(Bizarre aka Peter S. Bizarre)
I'm a alcoholic with the f---in toilet
Pass the hot dogs
(bizarre aren't you Islamic)
Bitch shut your f---in mouth
I'ma keep eatin till
Richard Simmons comes to my house with a chain saw to cut me out
I'll f--- your wife
I had sex since I met her
I'm to busy f---in
Your 12 year old baby-sitter
And all women ain't shit
Only good for cookin,cleanin,and suckin dick and thats it
I was responsible for killin John Candy
I got Jonbenet Ramsey in my 98 camry
I don't give a f--- who you are
I'll s--- on anybody
Truly yours the idiotic Bizarre

(Eminem aka Slim Shady)
My adolescent years weren't s--- till what I do now
I never grew up I was born grown and grew down
The older I get the dumber the s--- I get in
The more ignorant the incident is I fit in
Ignorin the s--- how boring it gets
When there's no one to hit
I don't know when to quit throwin a fit
I know I'm a bit flaky but they make me
Its they who raised me and say the can take me
Its they who legs I brake and make achy
Its they who mistake me and make me so angry
"I'll s--- on you"
I'll spit on you
Start pissin then do the opposite on you
You weren't listenin I said I'll cop a squat on you and
Start spillin my guts like chicken cordon bleu
And straight s---
Like notorious big did to that bitch
On his skit on his last album
Pull my pants down

(Chorus)

(Kon Artis aka Denine Porter)
Is Richard Pryor still alive
If not I'm sicker than he was prior to him dyin
Born brainless
This steel ain't stainless
Your bloodstains are all over this steel god dang it
Bitch brang it
These niggas that i hang wit
Will hang u up naked by your ankles danglin
My needa stays stranglin
I don't need your help
If u gon give me the pussy
I'll unloosen my belt
I'll punch your daddy not
Your moms kinda cock
Your sister tends court
Your aunt supply her rocks
Buck 50 cross yo neck
Floss yo tek
I'll beat you wit it across yo chest

(Kuniva aka Von)
It's only right I jack your car keys and run
Spent all of my advancements on weed and guns
For fun, when I'm drunk
I'll run a truck through the weed house
Jump out and beat your peeps down worst than Steve Stout
Put you in chokeholds I learned last week
From the police man
Who caught me stealing weed from his jeep
I see hoes bitin
Y'all don't wanna brawl
Thats like D-bo fightin Peablo Bryson
So what you hollering and yelling about
I'll reach in your mouth
And pull your f---in skeleton out
Niggas get hit wit a two piece
"Bling Bling"
With a poisonous sting
I'm such a violent thing

(Chorus)

(Eminem aka Slim Shady)
Once I get on 2 hits of x
My disk slips and disconnects
Till I walk around this bitch with a twisted neck
But still s--- on the first bitch who disrespects
Over reaction is my only reaction
Which only sets off a chain reaction
And puts 5 more zainiac than maniacs in action
A rat pack
In black jackets who pack 10
9 millimeters
5 criminals pullin heaters
And spillin liters of blood like swimmin pools
Shiesty individuals shoot at bitches too
A lotta people say misoginistic which is true
I can't deny it matter of fact I stand by it
So please stand by it before we start up a damn riot
If u don't wanna get stampeded then stand quiet
Boy girl dog woman man child
I'll Shit on you

I will s--- on you i don't care who you are
I'll s--- on you
I don't give a f--- about you or your car
I'll s--- on you
Fuck your house f--- your jewelry and f--- your watch
I'll s--- on you
I will f--- you wife if you f--- with me
I'll s--- on you

You heard me
(Eminem laughing)
Bitch
I'll s--- on you
D-12 will s--- on you
I'll s--- on you

Your life
Your wife
Your kids
Your car
I'll s--- on you
Your house
Your spouse
Your rings
Your things
I'll s--- on you
I'll s--- on you
I'll s--- on you
I'll s--- on you

Posted on Mar 4, 2001, 9:22 PM

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It Wasnt Me

by Shaggy f/ R.D.

Artist: Shaggy f/ Ricardo Ducent
Song: It Wasnt Me
Album: Hotshots
sent by: rassfan More Lyrics


(Yo, man) Yo
(Open up, man) What do you want, man?
(My girl just caught me) You let her catch you?
(I dont know how I let this happen) With who?
(The girl next door, you know) Man
(I dont know what to do) Say it wasnt you
(Alright)

Honey came in and she caught me red-handed
Creeping with the girl next door
Picture this, we were both buck naked
Bangin on the bathroom floor

How could I forget that I had
Given her an extra key
All this time she was standing there
She never took her eyes off me

Oh, youve another woman access to your villa
Just a sign of weakness all left on your pillow
You better watch your back before she turn into a
killer
Best to view the situation ???
The real true player left ???
???
Never admit to her when she say
And she claim ??? no way

But she caught me on the counter (It wasnt me)
Saw me bangin on the sofa (It wasnt me)
I even had her in the shower (It wasnt me)
She even caught me on camera (It wasnt me)

She saw the marks on my shoulder (It wasnt me)
Heard the words that I told her (It wasnt me)
Heard the scream get louder (It wasnt me)
She said our dealy was over

Honey came in and she caught me red-handed
Creeping with the girl next door
Picture this, we were both buck naked
Bangin on the bathroom floor

I had tried to keep her
From what she was about to see
Why should she believe me
When I told her it wasnt me

Make sure ??? connects
Whenever you should see I make the gigolo flex
??? complex
Seeing is believing, so you better change your specs
You know she ??? upon the past
???
???
??? you know you better run fast

But she caught me on the counter (It wasnt me)
Saw me bangin on the sofa (It wasnt me)
I even had her in the shower (It wasnt me)
She even caught me on camera (It wasnt me)

She saw the marks on my shoulder (It wasnt me)
Heard the words that I told her (It wasnt me)
Heard the scream get louder (It wasnt me)
She said our dealy was over

Honey came in and she caught me red-handed
Creeping with the girl next door
Picture this, we were both buck naked
Bangin on the bathroom floor

How could I forget that I had
Given her an extra key
All this time she was standing there
She never took her eyes off me

Gonna tell her that Im sorry for the pain that Ive
caused
Ive been listening to your reason, it makes no sense
at all
If you tell her that Im sorry for the pain that Ive
caused
You may think that youre a player, but youre
completely lost
Thats why I sing

Honey came in and she caught me red-handed
Creeping with the girl next door
Picture this, we were both buck naked
Bangin on the bathroom floor

How could I forget that I had
Given her an extra key
All this time she was standing there
She never took her eyes off me

Posted on Mar 4, 2001, 9:21 PM

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**FREESTYLE**

by Eminem F/ Proof of D-12

Artist: Eminem F/ Proof of D-12
Album: Unreleased
Song: Freestyle aka 'Just Rhymin Wit Proof'


[Eminem]
Are we supposed to shut up or talk...I'll cut your butt up and walk...
Around with my ass showing all over the f---in town

[Proof]
....Then You get done up in chalk
Yo....

[Eminem]
We ready...we ready .. we ready.. we ready ?
Ready to hold it steady....Speakin of hold it steady....
You can hold my nuts steady and then....
I can stick my dick in you like a machette...If you're a girl...
If you're a girl then you're my world...And I will kill anybody...
That means... you, her or him
It doesnt matter cuz I'm Eminem
And I'm Slim...I'm also slim and your future's Whim

[Proof]
Ha ha....don't stop
D-12 y'all...yea we bust it off the top
We get in that ass Preparation-H style
Knock more boots than that group H-Town (Booo!)
Everybody tryina tell us to wait now
You look dumb as f---...Like Puffy in his video on that breakdown (hahaha)
Tryin to dance around
How the f--- it feel lock in hand set now
Sever your style .. Divide and Parish
Part ish...when my cart is bustin thru this...
Wassup to Bizzare Kid
Targets get hit and liftoff
Here it is we bout to rip off
Lick shots...no time...we gettin dick snot
Emzy...

[Eminem]
Speakin of lift off....
I'm blastin off...your ass is soft...so I'm startin to jack off
Cuz I'm so h----...and your lyrics are so corny
That they bore me and I woke up too late this morning
Or too early...wait a minute there goes Shirley...
The girly I f---ed last year when her hair was curly
Couldnt remember it cuz I was Infinite
And I met ken Kaniff in Connecticut
He said his predicits and pronouns and wanted to throw down
And he said “I like you”...and then he walked up and said “ let me snake bite
you”
And I said hell no...kicked him with my shell toe...
Gave him a elbow...Ayo Proof ...go....

[Proof]
Yo it's the D to the 1 - 2
What you wanna get done to...
Your chest plate...eradicate
Get your flesh ate...easily done..Here it is...
Freestyle...no need to write shit...cuz when we write shit
Y'all like to bite shit...that why street light up when we write stuff
It's time to be the champions at this...it's D-12
1-2 True crew...Slim Shady and Big proof
Knockin over Igloos in Alaska when we blast ya
A massacre creator, one time for data
Darker than Vader...go anybody hot as the equator
It's time to get down one time for those that dont know us
Girls wanna blow us like Monica....Lewinsky
Come against me...

[Eminem]
Go and see I'm an invincible Mc
If you dont believe it then you wanna try to convince me
That you're doper than me...which we'll hope
You would hope to be....but hopefully I will rock globaly
And nationwide...thats why my ass is wide
Thats why your ass just died on the passanger side...
Like a f---in ride...when it got shot up by a drive by
When I drove by 5 times and gave it five tries
And still missed it
I got a f---in mental illness a gentle stillness...
Violence...complete silence is what I need in the room while I freestyle
What I need is to do...what is need is smoke weed and brew
And......smoke brew ? You don't smoke brew...
If you do I'll choke you and then I garauntee I'll out smoke you
You're crew's a joke too and i can stick my dick in a bitch and poke you....

[Proof]
Stick it in there....rock with my c--- on sky rock
Knock ya eye out the sock...(sock)
Get..(get) yeah we come to rock....(it)
So don't get in the way cuz we gon drop....(shit)
Now how you feel right now we bust yo..op....(tic)....(tock)
We lunatics with mics and we dont stop we come to rock
The dirty dozen is non-stop..
To the top from tree tops to ewoks that pop Reeboks
And men with pre-ops
Yo now there is 3-Pac's
Master P....Thug Life and now it's 2pac
Get back to that one...here goes the rhyme that you dropped...

[Eminem]
The rhyme that I dropped is stickin up IHOP
In high tops and walking around like a one eyed Cyclops
And you can't see me....I only got one eye and I can still see you
You can even give it a dumb try...If you're a dumb guy then come try this
But I rock the microphone with my flyness
So get off my jock..get of my cock..when I sky rock ...it in sky
rock..shit...bitch

[Proof]
Ayo...a lot of people always try to tell us...that we gona be better or
failrues
But me or slim yo you cant tell me...
You try to freestyle son we gon put these verses on your Lp
Slow down with that old stuff....I heard the most of y'all is Mos Def

[Eminem]
My Lp...my whole Lp...tha last one was screaming help me
You couldnt melt me if you was Vanilla Ice...Yo guess what....
My Nuuuuuuuuutz
Here I go with the lyrical miracle...spiritual spirital...you dont wanna hear
it tho
I rickety rock the micrphone
Don't do it dont do it cuz that s--- is stupid...I knew it
I take a beat and loop it...i take a beat and troop it
What the f--- did that mean...I dont know but i got phat jeans on
And I already said that but I dont know where my head's at
All I wanna do is go back to the hotel and know where my bed's at

[Proof]
yo wheres the beds at so we can relax and catch Ease
Y'all dont want none of tha dirty Deez
>From the 3-1 its for the three of thirds
One third Mc yo we smoke y'all like herbs
Under the curb early morn take it to born
Y'all get broke up...put back together ...re-enacment
Some times you see this...you just a faggot
No need to tag it...wit more loot that Jimmy Swagart

[Eminem]
Faggot....uh oh...was that homophobic...
But no one knows it...and I'm so homophobic
I wont even throw clothes in the Closet
Fuck it...I've lost it....I'm holocausted...see my face it's written all
acrossed it
This beer makes me wanna disappear this year
I'm so high I'm bout to die...and I'm so tired I'm bout to fry
You're so fired you're down

[Proof]
Hey....it's me...it's the hamster man...
Coming all the way from Amsterdam....
And I come to tell you all a little secret.....
So you can ........eat it ....you got to grab your crackers
{mumbling}

[Eminem]
Quit spittin your writ s--- bitch I'll kill you and kick you
In your motherf---in dick and your clit...you little pussy
Hermaphardite with no apettite
And you aint rappin right but you was taking rapid bites
Of my dick when you was on it...my brain is haunted
I walk up in a place in a t shirt wit my stains on it
But i dont give a damn...give a f---...give a shit...give a hell
give a piss give a dick give a lick

[Proof]
Yea....live and direct it's us
You better back up...

[Eminem]
You better back up before I jack off
Back off before I jack off

[Proof]
You better back off before he jack off (laughing)
You better back off before I jack off

[Eminem]
Colder than Jack Frost...smack you across your face
While I'm still jackin off
Sittin in the closet beatin my shit
Aint got nuttin else to do cuz I'm thinkin of a bitch
Wait a minute ...oh s--- she's here...
Look who walked in the door....come in it's Britney Spears
(Ken Kaniff)
Oh....come here little girl
come here little girl

[Eminem]
What happened? (I dunno)
We stopped rappin (Oh it's Clappin)
Gun clappin...and all I need is one napkin to wipe the c-- off
When I come off with the drum off
Whatever the hell that meant...but I can still speak wit a accent
A french accent Excuse my french but
Suck my dick touche le le poo...uhh....bitch

[Proof]
Bonjuor...I'm here with the cure...Oh yea lets rock it for the drawer
Hey Em...how you doin this is me...The Em jock...get off my...
Damn c--- .....laughing....

[Eminem]
Yo while you're spraying verbs...you aint even f---in saying words
(THuuuG) Pronounce your words right...and you can ride around curbs
And bounce your hebrs tight
What the f--- ?
Yo put another beat on before you get peed on
Hi...Hi.... My name is ...my name is...my name is...
Slim Shady...Slim Shady...Bitch you're little just like that Kim lady
And I'm in sky rock radio...the shadiest bro on the radio
But you dont hear me tho.....

Posted on Mar 4, 2001, 9:20 PM

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Souljas

by Master P

Artist: Master P
Album: GhettoPostage
Song: Souljas
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[Master P]
You in the ghetto.. and you ain't got no hustlin skills?
GET DOWN AND GIVE ME TEN PRIVATE!
(Where y'all at? Where y'all at? Where y'all at? Where y'all at?)

[Chorus: Master P - army drill style]
I don't know what you've been told
(I don't know what you've been told)
But No Limit Soldiers came to rock'n'roll
(But No Limit Soldiers came to rock'n'roll)
Where are all my whodis at?
(Where are all my whodis at?)
From the North to the South to the East to the West
(From the North to the South to the East to the West)
Thugged out (one two) what we bout? (Knockin boots)
Shinin it out (N.. O.. L.. I.. M-I-T!)

[Master P]
UNNNNNNNNNGHHHHHHH!
See I'm a thug nigga, and I was - born to die
I hang with drug dealers, that's - ready to ride
We got BEEF nigga, then we - ready for war
I can't SLEEP nigga til I - have my enemies heart
I'm Uptown on the blocks with the bricks ba-bayyy
Fiends roll up and get fixed ba-bayyy
Fifties and doves or the bic ba-bayyy
Smoke weed with my nigga but don't trick ba-bayyy
Now if you step to one of my niggaz, then you steppin to me
I heard you famous cat, but you don't mean s--- to me
I'm out that C-P-3 and I'm a soulja for life
And all my real niggaz wild out from left to the right

[Chorus]

[Master P]
(What? What?) Now how the war WAS WON (HUH) on, blocks in the hood
(HUH) We got enemies (WHAT) then it's, glocks we pulled
In God we trust nigga; I ain't got no friends (Ya heard?)
Souljarettes, they love, money and ends
You need some work? Meet me in the bricks nigga
You come short? I'ma wet your shirt nigga
It's like Vietnam on the ghetto in these streets
You die how you live, the strong eat the weak
Red and blue rags for the souljas that be bangin
And warriors on the wall for the souljas left hangin
Twenty-one gun salute, for the souls on the street
And the souljas up in heaven, may you all rest in peace (Ya heard me?)
UNNNNNNGGGGGH!

[Chorus]

[Master P]
Them Down South souljas they be ready to ride
And we can take it outside if you ready to ride
Them Midwest souljas they be ready to ride
And we can take it outside if you ready to ride
Them East Coast souljas they ain't ready to ride
And we can take it outside if you ready to ride
Them West Coast souljas they be ready to ride
And we can take it outside if you ready to ride
Don't start no s--- it won't be no shit
Let me tell you muh'f---ers who you f---in wit
Don't start no s--- it won't be no shit
THIS NO LIMIT ARMY'S WHO YOU f---IN WIT!

Wild out.. wild out.. No Limit is in and y'all out
Wild out.. wild out.. so y'all haters keep our name
out y'all motherf---in mouth, hahah you heard me?
Ride ride niggaz (ride ride) Lah lah
(ALL THE WAY TO THE MOTHERf---IN TOP OF THE CHARTS YA HEARD ME?)
DJ's.. hut one, hut two.. hut one, hut two
Hut one, hut two..
DJ cut the f---in lights off cause I'm through!

Posted on Mar 4, 2001, 9:19 PM

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Project Chick

by Big Tymers, Juvenile, Lil' Wayne

Artist: Big Tymers, Juvenile, Lil' Wayne
Album: Baller Blockin' soundtrack
Song: Project Bitch
Typed by: FLoSsYiCeDHoTbOY@aol.com
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[Verse 1: Mannie Fresh]
This is for Deshawn, Eshlawn, Lil Mama, an her friends
Lisa, Teresa, Maria, Tia, Lia and Kim
I love y'all broads, no disrespect to my dogs
but I love y'all broads, yea I love y'all broads
To the ladies havin babies without no drama
To my niggas with figgas say I love my baby momma
I bought them shoes, them tattoos, an even fixed yo breasts
I put you inside the flyest rides an even put a "S" on yo' chest

[Verse 2: Lil' Wayne]
This is for the ones who wobbled it an be puttin they mouth on it
An they suck everything out of it then they catch it and swallow it
I'm Lil Weezy for sheezy, I'm off the heezy believe me
See me, I squeeze in between it, and then I leave it so greasy
When I come through in a Rolls Royce, leave them with no choice
but to hop up in it an just let me make they throat moist
Ruby red an vodka it just carry a nigga
Give me three minutes maybe four she be wantin to marry a nigga

[Chorus 2X: Juvenile]
Give me a project bitch
Give me a hoodrat chick
One that don't give a f---
An say she took that dick

[Verse 3: Juvenile]
My momma send me by my grandma, my grandma flipped out
an said we ain't gone have no evil in this house
So I rolled out, scoped me out an sold out
but I f---ed up when I started livin up in this hoes house
Nigga started f---in one of the broads
cause she was suckin a nigga dick so good keepin it hard
Lettin a nigga c-- all over her chest and tongue
She was still-un, I spared her because her chil-drun
She was a hoe she gave me head behind a building
aint sellin records but her mouth could sell a million
if you wanna take it there we can break it off
cause yall pussy aint gotta nigga tweakin at all
I slang this dick summer winter spring an the fall
ask me to lay it down I'm bringin it all
I'm tryin to hit ya from the back to ya house
Cause lord this mothrf---in dick good and it always be hard

[Chorus]

[Verse 4: Baby]
Look - a nigga could catch me r'd up
Them white folks know the code so we g'd up
an my range rover 4 door be d'd up
Tattoos and new cars and these project cuts
Got this nigga bitch I know been wantin to f---
I deal with sluts ladies an bitches don't give a f---
Project bosses Weezy say "Respect Us"
Bitch nigga find me in the 4 door Lexus
I got a bitch shoot dice an a bitch that ain't right
I got a bitch who will front ya work an take ya life
I got a credit card hoe, a scam type hoe, a fraud type hoe
Like to snort that dope, a dick suckin pro
A calico hoe, a real solid bitch out Chicago
I got a +Brat+ type bitch like to whine an shit
I got a project bitch like to start some shit

[Chorus til fade]

Posted on Mar 4, 2001, 9:18 PM

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Gravel Pit

by Wu-Tang Clan

Artist: Wu-Tang Clan
Album: The W
Song: Gravel Pit *
Typed by: obi1one@hotmail.com
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[Rza]
1,2 1,2, yo check this out, it's the jump off right now
I want everybody to put your work down, put your guns down
And report to the pit, the gravel pit
Leave your problems at home, leave your children at home
We gon take it back underground, I be Bobby Boulders
Wu-Tang Clan on yo' mind one time
It's the jump off, so just jump off my nigga...

[Tekitha: Hook]
Check out my gravel pit
A mystery unraveling
Wu-Tang is the CD that I travel with
Don't go against the grain if you can't handle it

[Meth]
Ha, holla cross from the land of the lost
Behold the pale horse, off course
Follow me, Wu Tang gotta be
The best thing since Starks in Clark Wallabees
African killer bees black watch
On the radio blowin out yo' watch
From Park Hill, the house on haunted hill
Every time you walk by, your back get a chill
Let's peel, you want to talk, rap skills
I spit like a semiautomatic to the grill
Elbow grease, and elbow room
Baby play me, baby fall down go boom
Party people gather round, count down to apocalypse...

[U-God]
I'm the kid with the golden arms

[Meth]
And I'm the motherf---ing Hot Nikks, pass the blunt
My nigga don't front
You had it for a minute but it seem like a month
Now I'm chokin, smokin, hopin
I don't croakin from overdosin...
Hey kid, watch me as I...
Wu and Meth got you open
Let's ride, can't stand niggas who floss too much
Can't stand Bentleys they cost too much
Kid wanna get up, then kid get touched
Kid wanna stick up, then kid get stuck
I'm the one that called you bluff
When your boys tried to act tough
Remember what Old Dirty said
I'll f--- your ass up!
Now listen

[Tekitha's hook over Meth]
[Meth]
Back, back and forth and forth
Back, back and forth and forth
Back, back and forth and forth
As we go...
Back, back and forth and forth
Back, back and forth and forth
Back, back and forth and forth
As we go...

[Ghostface]
E with the English extinguish styles extremist
Bald head beamers run wild
It's the kid with the gold cup, stepped out like what
What's poppin and y'all niggas bobo
Blasting shae shae, chocolate shortae
Rich fellas rock those all day
1960 s--- I'm goldie
That's right motherf---er don't hold me
The world's greatest, Las Vegas, paid as rock
Skin painted on my face looks ageless
Perfect combos, Ghost bang out condos
Jeff Vamos and exclude bamos
Bancos, stank hoes, in plain clothes
Change those, bang those, same old, same old

[Raekwon]
Yeah y'all, straight up this the jump off right here
The Gravel Pit, word up, represent, rock the boulders
All my rich gangsta style killers
Y'all know what time it is, shorty do your thing
Get upon that s--- right now boo, do you
That's what I'm talking 'bout

[U-God]
Step to my groove, move like this
When we shoot the gift, of course it's ruthless
Grab the mic with no excuses
In a sec, grab the tech and loot this
Execute and shakin all sets
Now I'm breakin all heads, I'm takin all bets
Move all best, who want the dram' next
You all stank, we got the bigger bank
Bigger shank to fill your tank
Still the same kid for real, while you crank
Slide, do or die, fry the bank
Admire the grades, on fire wit a heart of hate
Bitter shark, every part I take, heavy darts that shake
It's all cake, all fate, get caught by the dropkicks
You know the drill, yes it's Park Hill
Yo we hit 'em with the hotness On the go, check the flow
Sayin Wu don't rock... [crash]
Stop quck, hold the gossip
Stop sweatin my pockets, I hear the hot shit

Posted on Mar 4, 2001, 9:17 PM

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Get off the corner

by Lil Wayne

Artist: Lil' Wayne
Album: Get Off the Corner 12"
Song: Get Off the Corner
Typed by: FLoSsYiCeDHoTbOY@aol.com *
Sent by: rassfan@hotmail.com
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(Lil Wayne talking)
Stop, Oh
Who it be nigga? Oh
Weezy Wee nigga, Oh
Lets Go, Oh
Uh-Oh, Uh-Oh
Get off the corner
Uh-Oh, Uh-Oh
Get off the corner
Uh-Oh
Listen
Uh-Oh

(Verse 1)
The block is hot, The cops is swarmin a neighborhood heavy
While niggas off in the neighborhood sellin', With penitentiary chances
The dope roped up in a couple of pants is
Fiends flock like ??? come get this candy
I got Heroin bundles and them Highland O's
Plus a cooked slab, Chopped up, Dimes is swoll
If I spot the laws comin', Hey its time to roll
Candy Carter got a line of parole, Outta control
The first fell on a Tuesday this month Oh
Sweet thang, Plus its a sweet thing
In ??? for three days
One time you say what u mean
I gets the green
Break up the block like Maurice Green
Ya feel me, In my predicament
I'm guilty until proven innocent
Hustle ridiculous, I'm trying' to get this dope continuos
Ball 'til I fall, One thing I aint tryin' to fall
Want everybody numb like Ambasol
They heard me.....

(Chorus 4x)
Uh-Oh
There go them f---in' Po-Po's (Uh-Oh)
And if you know like I know (Uh-Oh)
You better get off the corner (Uh-Oh)

(Verse 2)
I'm a young dogg ,Wildin ecstatic
Violent on acid, Them gangsta's doin' time in emparishment
Role models, Keep ya cut, They drank whole bottles
An cuss at niggas, You like f--- that nigga
I let my pump suck track niggas
You beef with me, I guarantee ya mams' will be missin
With a note behind demandin' three chickens
Or she gets it, Do not twist it
We cut ya ???, Have ya body in three different places
Aint nothin' gravy, But save it
Cause I'm a rider, Hit a nigga street
Weezy go to war like Sudam and Clinton disagree
While I'm shitty from the weed
Like where them bustas be
I promise ya never f---in' sleep, I clear the set
Come outside late at night, To ya surprise I'm here with Teck's
Two shots knock off a niggas neck
Its so real, This dick
So I hope you get it
Or else them shots poke ya fifty
Be on the block 'til them Soldiers hit it
That's when he heard.....

(Chorus 4x)
Blocka
Me come and tear ya block up
If you don't want no problems
You better get off the corner

(Verse 3)
Ok I cook ya cut, An ship an move it
I make a livin' in this crooked public distrubutin'
Just take a peek around, Cause when blood is shootin's--- is boomin'
The hottest D in town
Lookin' for me, Have me toasted like after six
See I crack the bricks right down to Z's
Got pounds of trees, My blocks blazin' qp's to ki's
Gangin in the cheese, Them bricks is comin'
No drop sound sit on nothin'
I don't believe I'm frontin'
If I give you a dime, I leave with somethin'
The big dog, Nigga I got the city under siege
An the law dont bother me, I give the pigs a couple of G's
Shiiit, I hustle stronger pushin' this work through the streets
I'm tryin' to deal with every nigga, Settle birds up cheap
I'm greedy
Yes I see this money bein' made from drugs, I need it
Twenty wrists tweeds completed
You cant beat it
Whatever you want, Holla at me when you need to get it
Does anybody else?, I pay them a visit
That's when they heard.....

(Chorus 4x)
Come here peeps
I'm hearin that you run the streets
You don't want beef
Then get off the corner

(After Chorus)
Uh-Oh
There go them f---in' Po-Po's (Uh-Oh)
And if you know like I know (Uh-Oh)
You better get off the corner (Uh-Oh)
Blocka
Me come and tear ya block up
If you don't want no problems
You better get off the corner
Come here peeps
I'm hearin that you run the streets
You don't want beef
Then get off the corner
Come here peeps
I'm hearin' that you run the streets
You don't want beef
Then get off the corner
Uh-Oh
There go them f---in' Po-Po's (Uh-Oh)
And if you know like I know (Uh-Oh)
You better get off the corner (Uh-Oh)
Blocka
Me come and tear ya block up
If you don't want no problems
You better get off the corner
Come here peeps
I'm hearin that you run the streets
You don't want beef
Then get off the corner
Come here peeps
I'm hearin' that you run the streets
You don't want beef
Then get off the corner

Uh-Oh, You better get off the corner
Blocka, You better get off the corner
Come here peeps, You better get off the corner
Get off the corner, Get off the corner
What, Uh-Oh, Get off the corner
What, Uh-Oh, You better get off the corner
What, Uh-Oh, You better get off the corner
What, Uh-Oh, You better get off the corner
Check, Get off the corner

Posted on Mar 4, 2001, 9:15 PM

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Danger (Been So Long)

by Mystikal

Artist: Mystikal
Album: Let's Get Ready
Song: Danger (Been So Long)
Typed by: Mike82122@aol.com
sent by: rassfan


You know what time it is nigga,
and you know who the f--- this is. DANGER!
DANGER! Get on the floor! The nigga right chea! Sing it!

Chorus:
Been so long (sing it!)
Since, he's been on
So please (get on the floor!)
Show me (the nigga right chea!)
What it is that you want to see

[Mystikal:]
Go tell the DJ to put my s--- on
I'm keepin' you niggas and bitches in jump from the minute I get on
Taking they s--- off, showing they tattoos,
screamin, and hollerin' and all
Got the gift to come up with it,
put it together, deliver it, make them feel it, bitch I been on!
Sharp! Like you pulled me out the pencil sharpener
Bad! Like that student in the principal's office
Put rappers in coffins
They dive like dolphins
I'm the ???? lyrical marvel ??????? officer
Watch yourself!
Or f--- around and get beside yourself
I know! Go ahead though
Bounce them titties, shake ya ass, drop that pussy
Stay in line hoe
f--- a think, cuz you can can
Cocked up, head down, pussy poppin' on a handstand
Leave that pussy smoking
If you gonna lose something
Then bend over, and bust that pussy open

Chorus x 2

[Mystikal]
My f---in' concert line around the corner
Parking cars, niggas lookin' for they bitch, nothing on her!
You lookin' good momma
Why? Pshh, what's up homie?
Sirens, limousines, and the club owner
Ya bitch you!
If you late, ain't no getting in this bitch
Cuz it's filling up
Inside packed from the floor to the ceiling up
The building ain't big enough!
I'm backstage bouncing
Adrenalin building up!
The pussy cutter
Did I stutter?
The heart flooder
Make your woman drawers melt like butter
Down like Nelly
Hype like "Belly"
The rhyme seller!
Kick ass like Jim Kelly!
Stand up, round out, boot up and frown
Tell a nigga if he wanna try it
Then bitch come on down!
No sweat, no blood, no tears
And if I tell you it's the shit
Then BITCH THAT'S WHAT IT IS!

Chorus x 2

DANGER!
Talkin 'bout
DANGER!
Motherf---er look!
Get on the floor!
The nigga right chea!
DANGER!
(Motherf---er) Watch your back!
DANGER!
(Look look) Nigga what! (look look)
Get on the floor!
The nigga right chea!
Get 'em up!!!

Chorus x 2

DANGER!
DANGER!
GET ON THE FLOOR!
THE NIGGA RIGHT CHEA!
SING IT!
DANGER!
DANGER!
GET ON THE FLOOR!
THE NIGGA RIGHT CHEA!
HUH!
This is my motherf---in' floor!

Posted on Mar 4, 2001, 9:14 PM

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Is That Yo Chick?

by Memphis Bleek f/ Jay-Z, Missy

Artist: Memphis Bleek f/ Jay-Z, Missy 'Misdemeanor' Elliott*
Album: The Understanding
Song: Is That Yo B-tch?
Typed & used with the permission of: ghettofabulous98@hotmail.com
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* = It may not be Missy on the hook, it does NOT sound like her but she was on the orginal version
(Changed single; originally from the Jay-Z European "Volume 3" which featured Twista & Missy instead of Memphis Bleek)

[Jay-Z]
R-O-C
Memph Bleek do it again
Jigga man, yeah
(Yeah, yeah)
Missy, sho' nuff

[Memphis Bleek]
Yo check it now, yo, yo
Watch y'alls eyes
I ain't gonna lie
What I look like turnin' down cho-cha
Drove by, smokin' lye
Recognize a pimp, open your eyes
Hop in the passenger side of the ride
Damn Bleek, can't speak
Uh-huh, okay, what's up, SHUT UP
And close the door
Act like you been in the drop top
On the open road before
Fix your weave, then fix me
Ever gave head doing 160
Ever seen a pair of kicks this crispy
How you like the way the white wife beat fit me
M-dot, him hot, them not
(Jay-z: That's gangsta)

[Missy*]
Oh is that your bitch
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep licking her lips
Is that your bitch?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thighs
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your bitch?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your bitch?
Why she beeping him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Bleek and them, bitch

[Jay-Z]
Uh, yo don't get mad at me
I don't love 'em I f--- 'em
I don't chase 'em I duck 'em
I replace 'em with another one
You had to see she keep calling me BIG
And my name is Jay-Z
She be all on my dick
Gradually I'm taking over your bitch
Coming over your shit
Got my feet up on you sofa, man
I mean a hostess for my open hand
You coming home to dishes and empty soda cans
I got your bitch in my Rover man
I never kiss her, I never hold her hand
In fact I diss her I'm a bolder man
I'mma pimp her, it's over man
When I twist her in the Gold sedan
Like I'm Goldie man, you'r b-tch chose me man
Jigga man, iceburg with the frozen hands
.. don't make it frozen man

[Missy*]
Oh is that your bitch
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep licking her lips
Is that your bitch?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thighs
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your bitch?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your bitch?
Why she beeping him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Bleek and them, bitch

[Memphis Bleek]
Yo how dumb the pimp?
I heard he bought a new five
Maybe a six
Copped that for his new down bitch
And I was digging that down since '96
Memph man I'll take your bitch
Let her do her thing, give brain in the whip
And you know how it go when it come to the hoes
She can do the same thing that ya Clinton you know
don't get mad at me
Got your wife callin' me daddy
Put her out on the street let her get that cheese
My bad is that your freak
But you know how a thug do
When a nigga hit that, it's f--- you
Keep it snug, tre deuce in the boot
Niggas wanna act, f--- a slut too

[Missy*]
Oh is that your bitch
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep licking her lips
Is that your bitch?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thighs
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your bitch?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your bitch?
Why she beeping him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Bleek and them, bitch
Oh is that your bitch
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep licking her lips
Is that your bitch?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thighs
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your bitch?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your bitch?
Why she beeping him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Bleek and them, bitch

Posted on Mar 4, 2001, 9:13 PM

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I Wish *Remixx*

by R. Kelly

Name: R. Kelly
Song: I Wish (Remix)
album: tp2
typed and used with the permission of: ghettofabulous98@hotmail.com



(remix) To The Homies That We Lost
R. Kelly featuring Boo and Gotti


Yo, what up, my n****
You know I was in the hood
I just thought Id stop by
Holler at you for a minute
Pour out a little liquor or somein

N****, we done been through a lot of s*** together
From runnin these streets to bein down for whatever
And now that youre gone I got a whole lot of s*** to
tell you
Things I shouldve said way back when we was younger

Remember when we used to roll hand in hand
And now Im trippin on how I really miss you, man
And remember when you and me would say
Wed get up out this hood and everything would be okay

Its all good now (My n****)
We out the hood now (Mmm)
We had the same ideas, but not the same careers
We shared the same old laugh, and now the same tears

You were my homie, my sconey, my Roni
My n**** and never placed no b**** before me
Man, I sear to God I love for that s***
Whyd you have to get hit
Where was I, what time was it

You were supposed to get older with me
On stage, hands on shoulders with me
Coppin them Range Rovers with me
Sittin on thangs and smokin trees

And if it wasnt for the will that God had made
Id turn back the hands of time and take your place
Sittin here sippin on this Hennessy
Just thinkin about how much you meant to me (My n***)

Even when youre gone you will always be my n****
When you went home Im still missin you, my n****
Im feelin like the timing was wrong, my n****
I know youre smilin down sayin carry on, my n****

Some times my nights can get long, my n****
Some times I feel God did me wrong, my n****
So I had to write a song, my n****
Just to let you know that youre still my n****

I wish, I wish, I wish (Oh, I)
I wish, I wish, I wish

Little son is lookin at me like, "Where is my daddy?"
And your 13-year old daughter is mad cause she
understands
Promised your mama Id take care of the family
But shes so hurt, she turns away my helpin hands

Damn, I wish your a** was here, my n****
To grow that gray beard and smoke that cigar, my n****
And we would talk about you gettin up out this game
And you would tell me how it keeps callin your name

(We used to ride-ride-ride)
Never afraid to (Die-die-die)
But some times we (Cry-cry-cry)
Askin the Lord (Why-why-why)
Theyre tearin down these projects

We were homies for like 20 thug years
Sat in church and cried the same thug tears
You remember when Vibe World Premier
How we used to share the same old gear

And remember when you and me would say
Wed get up out this hood and everything would be okay

(Its all good now) My n****
We out the hood now
Its so easy for folks to say, "Rob, just live on"
When Im dyin every second that youre gone
Nevertheless I try my best to be strong
Hopin you said your prayers before you went on home

When we stood on these blocks and just shot the breeze
Wed slapbox dead in the middle of streets
And if a fight broke out, you would take up for me
Youre all I have left of these ghetto memories

I wish, I wish, I wish (Oh, I)
I wish, I wish, I wish

Uh, uh, yo dog, I cant explain how I miss you
We stayed together, coppin cane, poppin pistols
I miss you most
Puttin the doo rag over your bean head
Even out the hood on the scene you brag (Whoa)
Comin up off the fiends for bags
Runnin up out the cleaners, drag
You was the closest n**** I had
Look how we stayed aces
Hustled, made big faces
I wish we could trade places
F*** givin you ice, Id rather give you life
And the things that I had, Id give you twice (Oh,
yeah)

So what the deal, my n****, I know you holdin it down
If you could see me you would say Im talkin soft
right now
But its hard for me to see when Imma see you again
And I know its f***ed up, I gotta talk through this
pen
But youd died for the love of the dough
The love of the block, 16 you was runnin the spot
Boy, your mama used to hate how we stood on the curb
Hangin with wild thug n****s, smokin the herb (Mmm,
hmm, hmm)
Im gonna keep pourin this liquor and thats my word
This here is for n****s that be flippin them birds
(Oh)
Word up!

Even though you know you will always be my n****
(Whoa...whoa...oh...oh..)
Even though youre gone you will also be my n****
Im feelin like the time when Im high, my n****

Im feelin like time
Im strung out, sayin, "Radio, please dont take the
n**** out this song
Let it play on, go on, on
So I had to write this song, my n****
Just to let you know that youre still my n****



    
This message has been edited by tidepoetry on Mar 4, 2001 9:17 PM

Posted on Mar 4, 2001, 9:12 PM

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I Told You So

by Chino XL

Artist: Chino XL
Album: I Told You So 12"
Song: I Told You So
Typed by: suckituho@hotmail.com *
SENT BY: RASSFAN@HOTMAIL.COM

[Chorus: Girl + (Chino XL)]
Girl that's a fly nigga (I told you so)
Daddy come up with the rhyme nigga (Yo, I told you so)
Lyrically he crucifies niggaz (Yo, I told you so)
Chino's here, bye bye niggaz, ha hah! (Yo, check it out)
Girl that's a fly nigga (Yeah, I told you so)
Daddy come up with the rhyme nigga (Yo, I told you so)
Lyrically he crucifies niggaz (Bust it, I told you so)
Chino's here, bye bye niggaz, ha hah! (Peep it, yo, yo)

[Chino XL]
Multiplicty, out huntin my clones
Rap's turnin out more sweet proteges than Quincy Jones
My style pendergrass shoes: never touched the ground
My IQ so high it ain't no number it's a sound
I'm Jim Brown in his day, toughest nigga to tackle
I'll leave your brains hangin out like Chris Rock's adam's apple
I'm so rare, battlin Chino's like Africa:
Yeah niggaz talk about it but they don't really wanna go there
I'm hooked in leather, floored never
Create more tracks than Brandy and Monica's weaves put together
This to whoever if you rhyme like a daughter of mine
You sound like me so much I think my sperm's in your water supply
With a war to survive I slaughter and mortify
Creating a torture guy be forced and falsified
And duplicated and authorised
I autograph a girl's bra, menage-a-trois
I dont want no men in shit, let's have a women-age-a-trois

Chorus (w/ slight variations)

[Chino XL]
On everything that I love, I attack rap genres..
Fatter than Chaka Khan was
XL excederin verbal medicine sealed for tamperin
Consider me the Master P of God like Kirk Frank-lin
Shoot 'em shank 'em and burn they skin
Blast for laughs at Chino actions
Skill is a blessin you cowards could only imagine
You ain't an X-Man like comic books, you an ex-man like RuPaul
Run through y'all leave y'all stiffer than Ken dolls
You wanna start friction? Play Don and King and..
.. end up gettin f---ed like Ving Rhames in "Pulp Fiction"
My rhymes hot they just might trigger the sprinkler system
Like freaks that Eddie Murphy, call witch you comin up missin
Now you gonna listen?! Or do I have to remind you?
I'll punch a hole through your chest
and give a pound to the man behind you
Killin you and the nigga that signed you like my Dad invented murder
I rhyme til it's a torture to me, exhaust like a catalytic converter
It's sad for me to admit I heard of, you, such a fake one
There's so many gay rappers
they probably diss me cause I'm the straight one
Plus chicks can't trick the light-skinned nigga with the long hair
With Nick Cage in an airplane these hoes couldn't +Con Air+

Chorus (w/ slight variations)

[Chino XL]
Yo, yo, you wanna raise up? Now that takes bravery
I house niggaz like light-skinned-ed Africans durin slavery
I detonate crazily, a bomb, military can't disable me
So loose in the cypher I got Lucifer ashamed of me
f--- who you proclaim to be, better reconsider
Turned on wrestlin and Goldberg was like "Chino that's a big nigga"
I died a thousand deaths to possess skills such as this
With delivery like where Arabs live: in-tents/intense
Sliding in events riding inside of limos with tints
Been rhyming since Timberland trees were seeds; Burger King was Prince
Better run for the fence, click clack on all you rats
I shoot blindly like I'm Ray Charles with loaded gats
(Shit) The fact is, I'm one of them crazy half-black kids
Like Jesus in the army but I earn my stripes like zebras
Without the H.I.V. I'm positive you don't wanna test
I leave rappers confused like homeless cats on house arrest

Chorus til fade

Posted on Mar 4, 2001, 9:11 PM

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Bewteen Me and You (Remix)

by Ja Rule

Artist: Ja Rule f/ The Murderers & Christina Milian
Album: Between Me and You 12"
Song: Bewteen Me and You (Remix)
Typed by: ja_rule@lowrider.com
sent by: rassfan

[Vita]
Come on murda
Come on
Come on
Oooh

[Vita]
You wanna wine me, dine me, slide behind me
Scratch my back, grab my neck and call me mami
Now you slept with her, through the dos and don'ts boo
Crept with her for your needs and wants
So the kinky little things that you do, Rule
Finally caught back up to you, true
If you knew what I knew, ooh
You better watch who you screw baby

[Tah Murdah]
First things first
Ma, let's keep it on the low and out the hood
Cuz if our buisiness is everybody's, that ain't good
I got a spot where we could lay M-I-A
By the water, a beach house in Mi-a-mi
Yea, even the hunnies play they know how the game go
I don't tell, and you won't tell, and nobody'll know
Hunnies holla, and at the end of the night
I give em a first class ticket to paradise
I twist backwards, Ma u wanna fly?
Believe it's that good and mami I ain't gon' lie
If you give it to Tah, shhhh nobody'll know
Keep it low, the only way to keep it
Murdah be creepin fa sho
Soon as he hit the tunnel I through in the Hummer
With the E flights of the O and the fire dro
Even though (We Murderers Baby) it's all gravy
As long as it don't get back to my lady
Murdah mack and I'm crazy

[Chorus: Christina Milian]
Now every little thing that we do (that we do)
Should be between me and you (me and you)
The freaky things that we do (that we do)
Let's keep between me and you (me and you)
Cause every little thing that we do (that we do)
Should be between me and you (me and you)
The freaky things that we do (that we do)
Let's keep between me and you, ba-byyy

[Black Child]
It's deep, when you murda mamis from the street
When it's beef, she know how to raise the heat
And when we creep, we might never get caught
Cuz she know I'll put her man on life support
Picture me and my mami in court, never God
I got a street freak, all night we fought
Then we crush, when we finish fightin it's so exciting
Had her doin the dyke thing with my dove from Dikeman
Aiight then, gettin hot when the is dog bitin
It's tight then, better feelin then I get from writin
I like when, you and me about to get it on
And that dance that you do when I throw on the Thong Song

[Chorus]

[Ja Rule]
Holla, if you hear a nigga hollerin at cha
Just between me and you, I'm really diggin you
And this is what you should do, let's do some creepin
Love your man all week, and see me on weekends
I'm your part time freak-er
All Rimmied up, on extasy and wifey free
Sex with me could get a little crazy at times
Once I start and I sweat, it's the heart of the grind
I'm lookin down at my watch, it's about that time
Your man calls, and you start to lie
And it seems like everytime I'm in bed with you, baby
Homey be checkin up on you, baby
That nigga must be, crazy, broke, and lazy
No wonder you f---in me
Baby, it's just me and you and nobody got a clue
About that freaky little thing that we do

[Chorus]

Posted on Mar 4, 2001, 9:10 PM

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How U Like It

by Mr. Marcelo f/ Master P

Mr. Marcelo f/ Master P
Album: Brick Livin'
Song: How U Like It
Typed by: SouljaSno@aol.com
sent by rassfan

[Mr. Marcelo]
For them hoes, for them hoes
For them hoes, for them hoes
get with it....

Fatal, you ride me it's touching your navel
You ain't never been touched by a tough guy cable
Monkey on this, come and act a donkey on this
Pussy break better be bigger than a catcher's mitt
Get f---ed up in the club and I'm taking your home
If that ass look petique then I'm breaking some bones
Well if it's on, it's on, baby bring some friends
We can all get butt-naked in the Holiday Inn
How you like it?, from the front, from the back, oh you like to ride?
It don't matter baby you can decide

Chorus: [Mr. Marcelo]

How you like it baby?, from the front, from the back
from the side, smack it, and hit it all night (Like that!)
How you like it baby?, from the front, from the back
from the side, smack it, and hit it all night (Like that!)
How you like it baby?, from the front, from the back
from the side, smack it, and hit it all night (Like that!)
How you like it baby?, from the front, from the back
from the side, smack it, and hit it all night (Like that!)

[Mr. Marcelo]
On the outside of the club, seven hoes in line
When I walk in the club, seven hoes on wine
Finna take seven more before I spit my rhymes
Now that's 21 hoes done at the same time

[Master P]
She looked at my hands and my feet and said you working with something
A couple of bottles of that bubbley and I'ma be twerking with something
I like a project model, big booty and gold teeth
Now if she a Hot Girl she ain't rollin' with me
I love them thug girls, the kind that be on Jerry Springer
Fight for her man just like a gang banger
Cheefin' with her friends, never messin with the men
Roll in a big body benz, and never stunt or pretend
ya heard me?

Chorus: [Mr. Marcelo]

How you like it baby?, from the front, to the back
from the side, smack it, and hit it all night (Like that!)
How you like it baby?, from the front, to the back
from the side, smack it, and hit it all night (Like that!)
How you like it baby?, from the front, to the back
from the side, smack it, and hit it all night (Like that!)
How you like it baby?, from the front, to the back
from the side, smack it, and hit it all night (Like that!)
How you like it baby?

[Mr. Marcelo]
Hit it all night (Florida), hit it all night (Georgia)
I could hit it all night
How you like it? I could hit it all night (Texas)
From the front, to the back
to the side, hit it all night (Philly)
From the front, to the back
to the side, hit it all night (Mississippi)

Posted on Mar 4, 2001, 9:09 PM

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Keep it Thorough

by Prodigy

Artist: Prodigy
Album: The H.N.I.C. (Head Nigga In Charge)
Song: Keep it Thorough *
Typed by: mic_skills@hotmail.com
Sent by: rassfan@hotmail.com
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[sinister laughter]

oh y'all niggas killer now, oh word
catch you comin out your f---in crib nigga
yeah, catch a f---in bullet nigga

[Prodigy]
Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Peel on the Cotties and other four wheels
Write a book full of medicine and generate mills
Tour the album, only for more sales
We used to catch those on the block with crills
Now it's paid shows, promoters post up bills
Sign dems only if the math is real
If you can't match numbers then you can't have the Head Nigga In Charge
And shit, live nigga rhymes artist
Pardon, P dub shines regardless
Remorseless, haunt niggas like poltergeists
My advice, 'fore you get like that, is think twice
'fore you move on it, put jewels on it, who want it
Loose niggas make the news when we start formin'
Snatch stripes off a nigga's uniform often
Doin it past yo' delf you way out your jurisdiction
Why niggas bulls--- on the grill
I don't f--- around dunny, it's most real
I Keep It Thorough nigga
Yo let me back off on 'em, lemme back up, yo, yo
Why niggas bulls--- on the grill
I don't f--- around dunny, it's most real
I gave birth to your whole style and feel
How do it feel, to hold my dick in public
Cock blower, duplicate rap cloner
It's me and you do it live on stage for dolo
I smack niggas like you, smash niggas by the tools
Grab niggas by the throat, show 'n' prove
Rhymes cocky, crazy ill, mad rowdy
Did a buck off of my s--- and wrapped your outtie
Tempermental, I snap quick, very touchy
Ayo my attitude is all f---ed up and real shitty
I rap like no one out there can f--- wit me
You feel different, niggas see me
I throw a TV at you crazy, bitches say P you crazy
A +Pain in Da Ass+, nah but +f--- you, Pay me+
I'm no shorty, nigga I stop your glory
I'm a thorough street nigga for real, you just applaud me
Avoid P, man take your baby mom's advice
I'm nothing sweet, ill with the guns, you pay the price
When you see me in the streets soldier, salute me
You just a groupie, oh you gangsta, then shoot me
Who gives a f--- really, I miss my nigga Twin, kill me
So I can join the rest of my falls, up in the heavens
You rap niggas make me laugh, y'all crazy ass
And I don't give a f--- what you sold, that s--- is trash
Bang this, cuz I gurantee that you bought it
Heavy airplay all day wit no chorus
I Keep It Thorough nigga...

Posted on Mar 4, 2001, 9:08 PM

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Do You

by DMX

Artist: Funkmaster Flex f/DMX
Song: Do You
sent by: ??? did leave their name
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[Intro]
That "T" would help though
Here we go again
Yeah, check it out, y'all
Check it out, check it out
Check it out y'all, check it out y'all
Straight Y.O. mother f---ers

Now days cats and middleman, little man, ain't controlling shit
Talk about holding bricks, but ain't holding dick
Niggas talk real slick, but that's about it
Soon as I see 'em headed my way, I cut them off quick
Must you beat me in my head everytime I come through?
It's s--- like, everybody tells me I sound just like you
But you got me, got me? And you can't live without me
If I wasn't DMX, you wouldn't give a f--- about me
Ain't about "Dog I wanna be just like you"
How about you wanting to be just like you?
You can do what I do, just in your own way
Shit, I get niggas that ride big every f---in' day (I-ight?)
If you got talent, talent is yours, it can't be mine
And it take you where it's gon' take you, it'll be fine
Let me hit 'em with the rewind
Do you and I'll do me
To me you'll see how real you'll be

Do you - Cuz what it boils down to it's true
Do you - Cuz you are held accountable fo ryou
Do you - Is that really what you want me to see
Do you - Cuz I'mma do me, truley

Do you - Cuz what it boils down to, it's true
Do you - Cuz you are held accountable for you
Do you - Is that really what you want me to see
Do you - Cuz I'mma do me, truley

Hey yo dog, I got lyrics
Hey yo dog, I got beats (Word)
Damn, is this the type of s--- I gots to put up with in the streets?
Used to be able to walk, not have to talk to nobody
Everywhere I go it's like I bring the whole party
It ain't about tryin' to follow or tryin' to be like
But if we all see it through the eyes of the Lord, we see a light (c'mon)
Just let me get a hold of the mic, I'll teach you a little something
Now the good things that go wrong because of a little frontin'
Express yourselves, be who you are, umm umm, you're a shining star
You don't even know what you got inside
How the f--- you gon' find out, you keep wanting to ride
Hey yo, I ain't gon' let it slide no more
You're best to go for what you know
Can't do you, then what you flow for
You ain't gon' get there tryin' to be me, dog
Look through your eyes, see what you see

Do you - Cuz what it boils down to it's true
Do you - Cuz you are held accountable fo ryou
Do you - Is that really what you want me to see
Do you - Cuz I'mma do me, truley

Do you - Cuz what it boils down to, it's true
Do you - Cuz you are held accountable for you
Do you - Is that really what you want me to see
Do you - Cuz I'mma do me, truley

Like f--- it, you wanna be me? Here's what you do
Grow up neglected by both parents and still pull through
You gots to come up f---ed up, get treated like shit
Then have your mother's new boyfriend smack you like a bitch
Turn into a killer, don't carry shottie
Cuz the way it's goin' down right now, you gon' kill somebody
Get a dog, walk the streets, learn what you need to learn
Better have a cause but because you'll get burned
You got 15 years without ever coming out
And beat your fist at the world and what they talkin' about
Then get locked up every two years
For two years keep it real, hold back all tears, face your fears
Become a man before your time, rap but live out your rhymes
Let 'em know what's on your mind, then you'll get your shine
In time, everything you hear will come true
But you won't be doin' me, you'll be doin' you

Do you - Cuz what it boils down to it's true
Do you - Cuz you are held accountable fo ryou
Do you - Is that really what you want me to see
Do you - Cuz I'mma do me, truley

Do you - Cuz what it boils down to, it's true
Do you - Cuz you are held accountable for you
Do you - Is that really what you want me to see
Do you - Cuz I'mma do me, truley

Posted on Mar 4, 2001, 9:08 PM

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Ms. Jackson

by Outkast

Artist: Outkast
Song: Ms. Jackson
Album: Stankola
Typed by: obi1one@hotmail.com
sent by: Rassfan@hotmail.com
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[Andre 3000]
Yeah this one right here goes out to all the baby's mamas, mamas...
Mamas, mamas, baby mamas, mamas
Yeah, go like this

CHORUS: Andre 3000
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times

[Big Boi]
A baby drama mama, don't like me
She doing things like havin her boys come from her neighborhood
To the studio tryin to fight me
She need to get a, piece of the american pie and take her bite out
That's my house, I disconnect the cable and turn the lights out
And let her know her grandchild is a baby, and not a paycheck
Private schools, daycare, shit, medical bills, I'll pay that
I love your mom and everything, see I aint the one who laid down
She wanna rip you up started cussin you all, my lawyer stay down
She never got a chance to hear my side of the story we was divided
She had fifths out, cookouts, on my child's birthday I aint invited
Despite it, show her the utmost respect when I fall through
All you, do is defend that lady when I call you, yeah

CHORUS:
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times

[Andre 3000]
Me and your daughter
Got a special thang goin on
You say it's puppy love
We say it's full grown
Hope that we feel this
Feel this way forever
You could plan a pretty picnic
But you can't predict the weather, Ms. Jackson

Ten times out of nine, now if I'm blind fine
The quickest muzzle throw it on my mouth and I'll decline
King meets queen, then the puppy love thing, together dream
Bout that crib with the goodyear swing
On the oak tree, I hope we feel like this forever
Forever, forever, ever, forever, ever?
Forever never seems that long until you're grown
And notice that the day by day rule can't be too long
Ms. Jackson my intentions were good I wish I could
Become a magician to abacadabra off to Sata
Thoughts of me, thoughts of she, thoughts of he
Askin what happened to the feelin that her and me
Had, I pray so much about it need some knee, pads
It happened for a reason one can't be, mad
So know just know that everything is cool
Yes I will be present on the first day of school, and graduation

CHORUS:
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times

[Big Boi]
Uh, uh, yeah
"Look at the way he treats me", shit, look at the way you treat me
See your lil nose ass homegirls got they ass up in the creek G
Without a pad on, you left the straddlin, ride this thing on out
And the union girl aint speakin no more cuz my dick all in her mouth
Know what I'm talkin about, jealousy, and fidelity, envy
Cheating, beating, and to the G's they be the same thing
So who you placin the blame on, you keep on singin the same song
Let bygones be bygones, you can go on and get the hell on
You and your mama

CHORUS:
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times

Posted on Mar 4, 2001, 9:06 PM

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Just Friends

by Musiq

Artist: Musiq
Song: Just Friends
Typed & used with the permission of:
ghettofabulous98@hotmail.com

Girl I know this might seem strange
But let me know if I'm out of order
For stepping to you this way
See I've been watching you for a while
And I just gotta let you know
That I'm really feeling your style
Cause I have to know your name
And leave you with my number
And I hope that you would call me someday
If you want you can give me yours too
And if you don't I ain't mad at'cha
We can still be cool cause

I'm not trying to pressure you
Just can't stop thinkin' 'bout you
You ain't even really gotta be my girlfriend
I just wanna know your name
And maybe some time
We can hook up, hang out, just chill

Damn I'm surprised that you called
Cause the way you walked away
I thought I wasn't gon see you no more
Since you didn't wanna give me your name
I thought that you were iggin' me
And wasn't diggin' me
But anyway what you doing tonight
I'll probably be with my peeps
If it's cool with you maybe we'll swing by
And you can just chill with us
Or you can just chill with me
As long as you're comfortable
And you feel secure when your with me cause

I'm not trying to pressure you
Just can't stop thinkin' 'bout you
You ain't even really gotta be my girlfriend
I just wanna know your name
And maybe some time
We can hook up, hang out, just chill

Oh, oh, baby yeah
Maybe we can oh
Go and see a movie girl
Or maybe we can hang out girl
Whatever you wanna do
Just let me know
It's up to you

I'm not trying to pressure you
Just can't stop thinkin' 'bout you
You ain't even really gotta be my girlfriend
I just wanna know your name
And maybe some time
We can hook up, hang out, just chill

I'm not trying to pressure you
Just can't stop thinkin' 'bout you
You ain't even really gotta be my girlfriend
I just wanna know your name
And maybe some time


Just Friends


Posted on Mar 4, 2001, 9:05 PM

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Give it to Me

by Jay-z

Artist: Jay-Z
Album: Dynasty Roc La Familia 2000 *
Song: I Just Wanna Love U (Give it to Me)
Typed by: obi1one@hotmail.com
Sent by: rassfan@hotmail.com


Let's go
Hov!
Uh huh, Hov'
You, are, not, ready
Hov', unstoppable, Dynasty, young Hova

I'm a hustler baby [I'm a hustler]
I just want you to know [Wanna let you know]
It aint where I been [It aint where I been]
But where I'm bout to go [Top of the world!]
Now I just wanna love you [just wanna love you]
But be who I am [you know you love me]
And with all this cash [mo' money, mo' problems]
You'll forget your man
Now give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bulls--- me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

[Verse 1]
*When the Remi's in the system
Aint no tellin will I f--- 'em will I diss 'em
That's what they be yellin
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Y'all be chasin, I replace them*
Huh, drunk of Crist', mommy on E
Can't keep her little model hands off me
Both in the club, high, singing off key
*And I wish I never met her at all...*
It gets better, ordered another round
It's, about, to go, down
Got six model chicks, six bottles of Crist'
Four Belvederes, got weed everywhere
What do you say, me, you and your Clovey glasses
Go somewhere private where we can discuss fashion
Like, Prada blouse, Gucci bra
Filth marked jeans, take that off

Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bulls--- me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I said give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bulls--- me
Motha, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

[Verse 2]
Yeah, save the narrative you savin it for marriage
Let's keep it real ma you savin it for cabbage
You wanna see how far I'ma go
How, much I'ma spend but you already know
Zip, zero, stingy with dinero
Might buy you Crist', but that about it
Might light your wrist, but that about it
f--- it, I might wife you and buy you nice whips
Ma, but you really gotta ride nice dick
Know how to work your hips and your head's priceless
Profess you love the Hov', and I'll never let you down
Get you bling like the Neptune sound
Okay, hot Hov', too hot to hold
Ladies love me long time like 2Pac sold
Only way to roll, Jigga and two ladies
I'm too cold, Motorola, two way page me, c'mon

Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bulls--- me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I said give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bulls--- me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I'm a hustler baby [uh, Hov']
I just want you to know [Hov']
It aint where I been
But where I'm bout to go [Hov', Hov']
Now I just wanna love you [young Hova]
But be who I am [know you love me]
And with all this cash [mo' money, mo' problems]
You'll forget your man

[Verse 3]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Same song, I'm back, been around the world
Ro-mancing girls that dance with girls
From, Club Cheetah, to Club Amnesia
The Peanuts in L.A., bubblin and dubblins
Can't deny me, why would you want to
You need me, why don't you try me
Baby you want to, believe me, Hov'!

Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bulls--- me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I said give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bulls--- me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

You gotta...
Give it to me
Uh, uh huh

Posted on Mar 4, 2001, 9:04 PM

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Fantasy (Remix)

by Ludacris f/ Foxy Brown, Trina, Shawna

Artist: Ludacris f/ Foxy Brown, Trina, Shawna
Album: Back for the First Time
Song: What's Your Fantasy (Remix)
Typed & Used with the permission of: Ghettofabulous98@hotmail.com

[Ludacris]
Yeah (Remix)
Yeah (Remix)
Yeah (Remix)
Yeah
Give it to me now, give it to me now
Give it to me now, give it to me now

[Shawna]
Yeah (Remix)
Yeah (Remix)
Yeah (Remix)
Yeah
Give it to me now, give it to me now
Give it to me now

[Ludacris]
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down, to the down to the, to the floor
I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

[Trina]
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
I wanna uh-uh, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But you gotta let me kn-kn-kn-know what's your fantasies

[Trina] (Ludacris)
You know what I need
Somebody that who can come li-li-lick the clit
(Alright)
And a nigga who ain't thinking 'bout a Trina LP
And I'll make him go and get my shit
We can go from a fly ass jetta to a Coupe De Ville
Hotel tally ho or the Beverly Hill
A real nigga not the run of the mill
To come and spank me and make me shoot to kill
From the kitchen then you can move me
To the jaccuzzi and out the booty
Come and do your duty
Me and fat dick Ludacris making us a movie
Butt naked in a bed of cash
Make tough stuff stutter when I shake my ass
Damn she back, I though she a thing of the past
Cause I'm a bad bitch and I'm off the glass (Okay)
Having sex in little jets menage'tois
Getting buck wild no matter where we are
Indie 500 in the back of the car
In a dark ass club on the back of a bar
Never want, never ever wanna leave
Work for me like league over seas
I want a man to fulfill my needs
To keep my body trembling and buckle my knees

[Ludacris]
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

[Shawna]
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed, down to the down to the to the floor
I wanna uh-uh, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

[Shawna]
I wanna do in the canopy
I wanna do it where your girl gon see and get mad at me
I want a nigga that'll grab the weave
And turn my eyes Chinese
Tell me baby can you handle me?
I wanna do it all in your mouth
Then I'll pull the ass out
Make you bounce till you pass out
Or we can cut up in the grass
And give the neighbors a flash
Can you tell me who the bad motherf---er now?
Said I wanna take-ta-take-take a nigga back to the crib
And I wanna do, do all the things that I never did
Like I up on the top-to-top-top of the projects getting head
Or you can find me in a dro-drop-drop-drop on dubs in the candy red
I like a nigga when he face down, mouth wide
Polo down with them blades on the ride
Give me a pound with the case on the side
But it's okay I'm gon break something tonight
Oh see get on your knees
And I'll show you what's my fantasy
Like up in the coupe, coupe
Tell your bitch she ain't gotta be mad at me

[Ludacris]
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
(Remix, remix)
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

[Foxy Brown]
You gotta li li li lick me from my ass to my clit
Then you gotta su-suck the pussy while I sit on your dick
And I wanna talk some s--- while I feel it get stiff
And then ruba-dub on my tits while I nut on your lips nigga

I'm a BK bitch, love to ride dick
Ass in his face, c--- spread out
Nigga uptown, nigga down south
Same ol' shit, foot's in his mouth
F-O-X call me rough sex
Especially when a bitch get right on the X
Get it, right on X
f--- him, check right to the next
Bitches go right, Fox right to the left
Nigga can't f---, burner on his chest
36 D's, Prada on the breats
Baddest, send him home with na na on his breath
What? How you think a bitch got my rep?
3 Mills, still BK to the death
Still don't give a f---
Still pose naked
Still specialize on sittin' on niggas faces
Pop magnum's by the cases
X5 Benz still spend big faces
Big frown, brown, hold first places
You know what you can do nigga?
You can li li li lick me from my ass to my clit
And ruba-dub up on my tits while I nu-nut on your lips, f---a

[Ludacris]
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

[Shawna]
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

[Ludacris]
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

[Shawna]
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

[Ludacris]
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

[Trina]
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
I wanna uh-uh, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But you gotta let me kn-kn-kn-know what's your fantasies

Posted on Mar 4, 2001, 9:02 PM

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Pop Ya Collar

by Usher

Artist: Usher
Song: Pop Ya Collar
typed by & used with the permission of: ghettofabulous98@hotmail.com.


Hello everybody, huh
Welcome today to the wonderful world of...you, he-heh
Now check it, you have two options
You can eat it or throw it away, heh

See its a shame when you're working on doing well
People hate you yeah
Buying nothing that's not the best for yourself
Then they really hate you yeah
You gotta live for you and no one else
Don't let 'em make you feel
Like you're not being real
Just live how you wanna live
You gotta do for you

(Dig that)
If you work hard then play hard
(Dig that)
And do what you wanna do
(Dig that)
Just pop ya collar
Don't let what people say bother you
(Dig that)
You perpetrators I got something to say
(Dig that)
You can eat it or throw it away
(Picture that)
You're just mad cause you're following in my trap
But can you dig that?

Hey ladies and my fellas
You know you're doing cause they jealous
(Pop, pop)
And when they hate cause you're a go-getter
(Pop, pop)
Pop ya colla, don't let 'em sweat you
(Pop)

Hey ladies and my fellas
You know you're doing cause they jealous
(Pop, pop)
And when they hate cause you're a go-getter
(Pop, pop)
Pop ya colla, don't let 'em sweat you
(Pop)

You can see me every week
Hanging out with a different girl sitting next to me
Cause I'm not up to settle down right now
I gotta be free
Some of y'all fellas might be jealous
But y'all know that don't phase me
I just pop my collar, tip my hat
Turn my back on the ones that hated me

(Dig that)
Never going home alone
(Dig that)
If she follows then you know it's on
(Dig that)
She gets the finger not the cellular phone
(Never that)
I let her know I won't be around for long
(Dig that)
To all you haters I got something to say
(What's that?)
You can eat it or throw it away
(Picture that)
Stop hating, wishing, waiting
Anticipating for my year to fade, oh yea

Hey ladies and my fellas
You know you're doing cause they jealous
(Pop, pop)
And when they hate cause you're a go-getter
(Pop, pop)
Pop ya colla, don't let 'em sweat you
(Pop)

Hey ladies and my fellas
You know you're doing cause they jealous
(Pop, pop)
And when they hate cause you're a go-getter
(Pop, pop)
Pop ya colla, don't let 'em sweat you
(Pop)

I break my neck for the things I get
So much sweat just so I can get that check
And I'm not gonna let nobody bring me down
Nobody's gonna steal my crown
Because I eat good, I live good
I rock good, my life's good
If you got a lot and you're working for it
Pop ya collar don't be afraid to show it

Hey ladies and my fellas
You know you're doing cause they jealous
(Pop, pop)
And when they hate cause you're a go-getter
(Pop, pop)
Pop ya colla, don't let 'em sweat you
(Pop)

(Repeat x4)

Posted on Mar 4, 2001, 9:02 PM

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You & Me

by L.L. Cool J f/Kelly Price

Artist: L.L. Cool J f/Kelly Price
Song: You & Me
written by: CharStar
sent by: rassfan@hotmail.com

Yeah, uh-uh {Hoo...}
Word up
And this here New York City {Mmm...ha...}
Word up {Take me away, baby}
Uh-uh-uh-uh

Damn, you and your man had beef
So he left you uptown, teary-eyed on a back street
For me to scoop up in a Bentley drop
Long as God hold me down, you know I had to stop
What the deal, ma, you wanna use my cell
You runnin solo, this block foul as hell
You said, "My ex be beatin on me
He mad jealous, even though he be cheatin on me," mmm
I said, "Miss, let me tell you somethin
Bout whos makin major moves and whos frontin, huh
Whos talkin loud but aint sayin nothin
And those who hit the one they wanna keep frontin
He dont appreciate the well till it run dry
Love is blind, its hard to say goodbye
The smart birds choose to fly
Cause we livin in a hope, girlfriend, lets do or
die"
Heres my definition of love everlastin
I would trade all my cash in for passion
Tiffany jewels and designer fashions
To hear happiness is mine for the askin
Every day on my knees I pray
That I would run into someone that made me feel this
way
What you think, you wanna ride with L
Some things are meant to be, baby, you never could
tell

Every night, every day
I just sit and dream about you
{You and me}
You and me (Uh-uh, come on) {Uh-huh}
"Hold me tight" I used to say
Take your love to ever after
{Baby, you and me, yeah, yeah}
You and me

Now we dippin on a FDR
Heres one of them lucky nights when you could peep
out the stars
We speak without talkin and the world is ours
When I glance over at ya I could feel your power
You schemin L want a one night stand
Im schemin cause you probably in love with a man
But we keep on rollin, hopin theres somethin more
Dreamin about tomorrow and what life got in store
Livin no drama, we could chill, relax
Sex all night, in the morn count stacks
Sip Grand Marnier and maybe puff a dime sack
But only in moderation, we aint livin like that, you
heard
We tented up the Tavern on the Green
To talk about love cause the games extreme
The best of abuse and everything in between
Cause I want you to think of me when you need someone
to lean on
Im from Queens, Imma rep to the fullest
But Id rather chill with you stead of dodgin
bullets
Flock in the stash I dont really wanna pull it
On some so-called thug cat thats thinkin
independence
He said youre fair, be ridin your nerves
And you hate him for never givin you the life you
deserve
Remember the one you hold a grudge is foul
And everything you ever wanted is puttin him down, so

{Baby every night} Every night, every day {Yeah...}
I just sit and dream about you (Uh)
{Oh, you and me, baby} (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
You and me {Oh...ooh...oh...ooh...yeah...}
"Hold me tight" I used to say
Take our love to ever after
{Oh, you and me, baby}
You and me {Ah, yeah}

I promise you dreams do come true
Theres trials and tribulations that we all go through
When your hearts bleedin, how could the sky seem
blue
But listen up, Shorty, this is what I wanna do
Be there for you, baby, care for you
When my dogs stare at you, never sharin you
And to my ex-girfriend, never comparin you
Do the things that your ex-lover dare to do
Time to bounce, baby, Im takin you home
Look at the moonlight sparkle on the 20 inch chrome
The rocks on my hand got a life of they own
Plus a blend James bumpin and its settin the tone
Should I jet to the hotel, is now the right time
Or should I be decent and explore your mind
You said you grew up in the ghetto and I heard youre
hard
Tried to live smart but your dreams fell apart
You dated hustlers and born customers
They totally destroyed whatever trust there was
Now you hate men and everything they stand for
Cause you want to be treated like a queen not a w****
Close you eyes, dont be afraid to dream
Open your heart to this cat from Queen
Whatever you wanna do, however you wanna do it
Back to back, baby, we could get each other through it

{Oh, every, yeah, yeah} Every night, every day (Know
what I mean)
I just sit and dream about you (Word up)
{Baby, you and me, baby}
You and me (Yeah, yeah)
{Hold me tight} "Hold me tight" I used to say (Come
on, come on)
Take your love to ever after (Come on)
{You and me, yeah...}
You and me

I just want you to think about that, you know what Im
sayin
Late at night when you layin there
And you feel like the whole world is fallin around
you
Remember these words that I said
Theres somebody out there for you, baby
Might be me, you never know
Word up, stay strong, Shorty
Keep your eyes up to the sky, you know what Im sayin
And let nobody tell you, you cant make it
Dont let nobody around you tell you
That it aint possible to make your dreams come true
Word up, uh
Know what I mean
Its real
Queens representin, rock on

Every night, every day
I just sit and dream about you
{You and me, yeah, yeah}
You and me {Hey...yeah}
"Hold me tight" I used to say
Take your love to ever after
{Makin love, baby, you and me}
You and me {Im dreamin bout you, baby}

Every night, every day
I just sit and dream about you
{He dont treat me like you do}
You and me {Oh...oh...}
"Hold me tight" I used to say

Posted on Mar 4, 2001, 9:01 PM

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It Ain't Part II (Ain't sh-t to me)

by Scarface

Artist: Scarface
Album: Last of a Dying Breed
Song: It Ain't Part II
Typed by: obi1one@hotmail.com
Sent by: rassfan@hotmail.com

[Verse 1]
I got a problem how you do that there
It's been thirteen years and aint went nowhere
Still, one of the coldest ever done this shit
And aint no motherf---ing question know who run this bitch
I got my nigga Erick Sermon he supplied the beat
And I be in the vocal booth, supply the heat
Up in the game, for the street, these blocks and thugs
With a pistol grip shotgun to box someone
And it's a thin red line between what was and aint
Got a $50 sack, plus I love to drink
I be in southside nigga til it's said and done
And I was always taught to take the bread and run
Here it is, the motherf---ing moment of truth
I came in one deep now what you hoes wanna do

HOOK:
All these Rolex watches
It aint s--- to me
And the Cristal poppin
It aint s--- to me
Bitches out boppin
Aint s--- to me
It aint s--- to me, aint s--- to me

[Verse 2]
Man, hold up, got too much bleek in my truck
I silence niggas like gag orders
With motherf---ing powderpuff I just add water
I blow you punk bitches out the frame
And I'ma make you hoes remember my name
I'm the J E S S E, J A M E S
I'm shuttin niggas down H child is mine I bet you know now
So hush with the talk, talk
Claimin you gon' put it on the map
Well I done already done that
So follow in footsteps of the gangsta shit's finest
Since 1987, Mr. Scarface
Gosh, I'ma stop you at the moment of truth
The last man standin, now what you wanna do

HOOK:
So you got tight flows
It aint s--- to me
Money, hoes
It aint s--- to me
Brand new clothes
It aint s--- to me
Yeah right, see this Ro
It aint s--- to me
Finna get a record deal
It aint s--- to me
Build a house on the hill
It aint s--- to me
Brand new Benz, big wheels
It aint s--- to me, aint s--- to me, it aint s--- to me

[Verse 3]
Now the moral of this story here is simple and plain
Next time you mention southern rap remember the name
All you magazine niggas gettin caught up in the new shit
Just remember what the truth is
My mind playin tricks on me, Scarface is back
Diary of a man made, nigga come and ask
The wall, the dead, lettin niggas know I aint a prankster
Damn it feels good to be a gangster
Smile for me now, I see the man died today, my fuel
I'm still up in this bitch, what they wanna do

HOOK:
Ay, ay
It aint s--- to me
All that talk it aint s--- to me
Big money aint s--- to me
It aint s--- to me
Publishing
Aint s--- to me
Management deals aint s--- to me
Money, cars, jewelry
Aint s--- to me, aint s--- to me

Posted on Mar 4, 2001, 9:00 PM

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My Mind Right

by Memphis Bleek

Artist: Memphis Bleek
Album: DJ Clue Presents: Backstage - Mixtape
Song: My Mind Right
Typed by: obi1one@hotmail.com
sent by: rassfan@hotmail.com

Understand what this shit right here is about
Understand what this shit right here is about
From Marcy
Understand me, yeah, yo

[Verse 1]
I'm for the streets, and you know I ain't goin nowhere
Get your guns out who want it with Memph this year
I'ma make you understand why I do what I do
Why I keep my hat tilt, and my doorag too
I'm a thug, my heart pump gangsta shit
I fuck with her, she my gangsta bitch
My wrists don't freeze, glocks'll squeeze
Whole click got a watch, droppin keys
And I want the block back
You niggas had your run, we'll stop that, you better watch this cat
I done came up, and fuck bringin your name up
It's beef I'ma see you, and bang til you hang up
Your life a lie, but here's the truth
You aint hype to die, but you hype to shoot
You let the Henny talk for you, you really a bitch
Why the Ds know your name cuz you really a snitch

CHORUS 2X:
Got my mind right, money right, ready for war
Memph Bleek Is [Murda] yeah told you before
I got the streets locked, Bleek hot as before
You know the game and the name now I'm ready for war

[Verse 2]
*Memph Bleek Is*, back for the streets
Knowin that *Coming of Age*, controllin the creep
Put in work on these streets, bustin my heat
Dodgin the Ds, you know it's a margin between me
And only a few fit in, your lifestyle's written
So who you supposed to be, play your position
I used to write to the wall, about the Porsche
Now I write for the house and the rob report
I used to think, Bleek and the baddest bitch
Now the, baddest bitch is a average bitch
All I need her is for head and to stash my lead
Push my V, take this key to hempstead
And you run through backwoods, I twist backwoods
And greenerey, chase you with heavy machinery
You know exactly who these streets belong to
B.I.G. done warned you, and I'ma run up on you, nigga

CHORUS

[Verse 3]
Ayo I think I'm the best, from coast to coast
I'm above rap cats, they know what I gross
What they make from they album, I do at my show
Your advance is what, I spent that when I was broke
I ship gold, you better watch me now
Many middle in this game, at the top I'm found
I wanted these cats, reppin my hood, then go back
Be on the same old bench, with the same old rap
I'm from Marcy, you see them cars we buy
Seats up, smoke blunts, with my concubine
Twin, P-89 for you two fake faggots
Tucked under the lining of the Roc-A-Wear fabric
Fuck y'all, you know the squad be 'bout
Anything that involve dollar signs and accounts
It's the M dot E M P H man stop
I bought C a watch, next day I bought a house

CHORUS

Posted on Mar 4, 2001, 8:57 PM

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How Many Licks

by Lil' Kim f/ Sisqo

Artist: (Dru Hill)
Album: The Notorious K.I.M.
Song: How Many Licks
Typed & used with the permisison of: Ghettofabulous98@Hotmail.com

[Sisqo]
Hold up
So what you're saying is, oh
(Niggas got me pissed like Lil' Kim)
You want to get freaky again, aright
A-ooh-ah-ooh
Oh, oh, oh, oh

[Lil' Kim]
I've been a lot of places
Seen a lot of faces
Ah hell I even fucked with different races
A white dude his name was John
He had a Queen Bee Rules tattoo on his arm, uh
He asked me if I'd be his date for the prom
And he'd buy me a horse, a Porsche and a farm
Dan my nigga from Down South
Used to like me to spank him and cum in his mouth
And Tony he was Italian (Uh-huh)
And he didn't give a fuck (Uh-huh)
That's what I liked about him
He ate my pussy from dark till the morning
And called his girl up and told her we was boning
Puertorican papi, he used to be Deacon
But now he be sucking me off on the weekend
And this black dude I called King Kong
He had a big ass dick and a hurricane tongue

[Sisqo]
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(I've got to know)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Tell me)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

[Lil' Kim]
This verse goes out to my niggas in jail
Beating their dicks to the double X-L
Magazine, you like how I look in the aqua green?
Get your Vaseline
Grow some weave with some tissue and close your eyes
And imagine your tongue inside my thighs

*Moans

Baby open up cell block eight
Alright nigga that's enough

Stop, look and listen
Get back to your position
Kim got your dick hard start fights in the yard
I'm hotter than a Pop Tart fresh out of the toaster
Niggas do anything for a Lil' Kim poster
Eses, bloods, Crips, all the thugs up north in the hole
They all wanna know

[Sisqo]
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Tell me, ha)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Tell me, oh yeah)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)

[Lil' Kim]
If you driving in the street hold on to your seat
Niggas grab your meat while I ride the beat
And if you see a shiny black Lamborghini fly by ya
(Shoom!)
That's me the nightrider
Dressed in all black with the gat in the lap
Lunatics in the street gotta keep the heat
Sixty on the bezel, a hundred on the rings
Sitting pretty baby with a Cash Money bling
12 AM I'm on the way to club
After three bottles I'll be ready to fuck
Some niggas even put me on their grocery lists
Right next to the whip cream and box of chocolates
Designer pussy, my shit come in flavors
High-class taste niggas got to spend paper
Lick me right the first time or you gotta do it over
Like its rehearsal for a Tootsie commercial

[Sisqo]
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Tell me, ha)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Tell me, oh yeah)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Tell me)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Let me know, let me know)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh yeah)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Yeah)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Baby tell me)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh, oh)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the


Posted on Mar 4, 2001, 8:56 PM

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Commission

by Shyne

Artist: Shyne
Album: Shyne
Song: Commission
Typed by: LegondarySensay@webtv.net
sent by: rassfan@hotmail.com

[Verse 1]
From cuttin' solid Purico to stack Fritos
went from grams to kilos
Mac in one hand, in the other hand grands and C-notes
game got my eyes wider than a 430 Buggy
no tellin' what the fuck I'll do for this money
stay posted up close with killers and cut throats
the thoroughest bitches who in they pussy stuff coke
as I cook and cut coke with the bakin' soda Arm and Hammer
palmin' hammers
think you crazy? nigga, my clique's bananas
takin' over with the Mafia
hittin' niggas for they bricks like Gracias
the cockiest, it's obvious, it's me, he, who?
confront frontin' niggas like "You want it? well nigga, me too"
what the fuck, I'm callin' your bluff, niggas act like they stopped
makin' guns after they made yours
I'm sponsored by the NRA, DOA rules
grin and stand over your coffin like "Hey you!"
tell the Devil I'm comin', keep it hot
for now I got my eyes on a billboard spot
don't stop.

[Chorus 2X]
Die for it
take the stand, lie for it
blow trial, get up in the chair and fry for it
never tellin' or snitchin'
rather swim with the fish'n
mothafucka respect it, the commission

[Verse 2]
(First 4 lines with Jamaican accent)
I buy and sell bricks with my nigga P.D.
down with the team called B.B.E.
now if you want to join the team you know you must see me
buy ya can't talk to FEDS or dick R.I.D.
It's a cold World baby boy, fuck it, I'm colder
Animals on my back keep my warm, my armor
Frank Lucas persona, warmin' coke up in the sauna
let me warn ya, trip against my team you's a goner
infact it's drastic
a couple Million in the mattress
with a safe dick I say fuck taxes
rather endulge in duct tape pig tie tactics
crime pays
nigga, Nine-Hundred and Ninety-Nine ways
my destiny's vague, will I survive or blow trial?
lay shot up, Puff cryin' in denial
while my enemies smile, buried in style
Gucci suits and cufflings
sneakin' drugs through Heavens customs.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
POP POP POP! warning shot, who's to blame
Shyne mothafucka, don't forget the name
stretch the Caine, to cop the house and the plane
'till my Massacre, slain
brains hang from the window of my Range
fuck the FEDS, 2 green and one red
Firm tight, hold the dice in this game of life
Aces suffice
paper's a must
Fallen Angels and Angel dust
my team do dirt to avoid layin' in the dust
Million dollar portraits in my fortress
of course it's Po
bloodstainin', aeroplanin', Four-Hundred horses slow
Platinum cable, round table, so all the bosses know
I'm takin' over
'cause they coke got too much bakin' soda
they say money ain't everything
you fuckin' right nigga, it's the only thing
in God we trust, the Holy thing
I look into my enemy's eye
let 'em know you play fly you go out Kennedy style.

Chorus 2x

Posted on Mar 4, 2001, 8:55 PM

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Tight to Def

by Mack 10 f/ T-Boz (TLC)

Artist: Mack 10 f/ T-Boz (TLC)
Album: Paper Route
Song: Tight to Def
Typed by & used with the permission of: Ghettofabulous98@hotmail.com

[Mack 10]
Get money
T-Boz, Mack 10
Millennium Bonnie & Clyde
We hoo bangin' and hoo ridin'
What?

I was raised in the hood so what the heck
So I represent the Wood and get respect
Catch me in the club parlayin'
Taking flicks with about hundred different 'certs
Up in my mix
I never knew nothin' but the hustle
I was able to deal
What they call the root of evil
Got me living on the hills
Still rollin' chrome boy, it's on boy
You can take the boy out the hood
But not the hood out the homeboy

[T-Boz]
When I walked into the place
Everybody could read my face
I am the illest bitch inside
Swing low, now let me ride
Playa, playa did I mention please
Have you sick down to your knees
Think you're good enought to tap, please
Now sing the hook ladies, hey

1 - [T-Boz]
Rollin' through the hood and it feels alright
Picking any fella that I want tonight
And if I feel like it, I just might
Cause I know, I know I'm tight, to def

Repeat 1

[T-Boz]
I step to the flyest guy
Look him dead ass in his eye
Check myself cause I know I'm fly
No need to ask me why
If you pull out I just might
Don't front or believe the hype
I come real, ain't the average type
Dut-dut-duta-dut, duta-dut

Repeat 1 (2x)

[Mack 10]
You haters is trife
You wish you had my life
Living in a three point somethin' with an R&B wife
I take care of my crew
Just ask my boo
Cause if I buy me some ice
Then I lace her too
My peak position on the charts is always one
And I never leave the house without packing a gun
Remember me back in my youth
But in case you missed it
Don't mess around and get done
Gettin' this rap stuff twisted
Mack got NBA figures like I'm hoopin'
You can catch me rag 'rari scoopin'
Or either Bentley Coupin'
You need to check your girl partna
She just blew me a kiss
Look at her jockin' the ice around my neck and my wrist
Her friend came up to me and said
I didn't want to stare but it's like a hood rat dream
To get to braid your hair
I said keep it real shorty it just ain't the brains alone
It's that whole thug mentality that turns you on
Now ain't it?

Repeat 1 (2x)

[Mack 10](T-Boz)
Hustle right to there ain't nothing left
And keep it tight to def
Hustle right to there ain't nothing left
And keep it tight to def
(Huh? Talk about it be about it)
Hustle right to there ain't nothing left
And keep it tight to def
(You know what they say, steady long, steady wrong)
Hustle right to there ain't nothing left
And keep it tight to def

Repeat 1 till end


Tight to Def


Posted on Mar 4, 2001, 8:54 PM

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E.I.

by Nelly

Artist: Nelly
Album: Country Grammar
Song: E.I.
Typed by: mlawson@bellsouth.net
sent by: rassfan@hotmail.com

Uh.. uh uh uh uh
Uh.. wait a minute now
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Uh, uh..
Can you hear me out there?
Lunatics.. is y'all ready?
Let me hear ya
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

[Nelly]
I'ma sucka for corn rows and manicured toes (hey)
Fendi capri pants and Parasuco's (alright)
Passadity ?? city, with one or two throws
I'm droppin 'em outta high school straight into the pros
Who knows? I know!
And I love it when you make your knees touch your elbows
And break it down low to the flo', and there you go
Now throw it on me slow
And everytime I +Busta Rhyme+, baby "Gimme Some Mo'"
You say you like that, when I hit it from behind
And I'll be right back; yeah that's my very next line
I use it - time after time, when I'm speakin my mind
It's no matter if I'm shootin game to a pigeon or dime
I ask her, "Who dat is, talkin that shit about the 'tics?"
Somebody probably jealous cause they bitch got hit
But ain't nobody else droppin shit like this
Should we apologize? Nah fuck 'em, just leave 'em pissed, HEY!

Chorus: repeat 2X

Andele andele mami, E.I. E.I.
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! What's happenin now?
Andele andele mami, E.I. E.I.
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! If the head right, Nelly there ery(Every) night

[Nelly]
We can gamble to the break of dawn, nigga
Money long, nigga
Pass up the skirt to talk to the thong, nigga
Some say I'm wrong, but fuck it I'm grown, nigga
If you ain't bout money then best be gone, nigga
I'm fast (uh) double takes when you walk past me
Nasty, don't be scared boo, go 'head and ask me
I drive fastly, call me Jeff Gord-on
In the black SS with the naviga-tion
See the joint blaz-on, somethin smells amaz-on
I got a chick rollin up, half black and asi-an
Another one pag-in, tellin me to come home
Her husband on vacation and left her home alone
I used the V-12, powers; weight loss, powers
From +Phat Farm+ to +Iceberg Slim+ in one shower
Get a room in Trump Towers just to hit the P hours
Kicked the bitch up out the room cause she used the word ours, HEY!

Chorus

[Nelly]
Aiyyo I smash-mouth a whole ounce, of that sticky
Wash my hands under a gold spout, when feelin icky
Let go off in a ho's mouth, I ain't picky
Start frontin when the shows out - whatchu mean?!
Twenty inches when they roll ouuuuuuut - come and get me
Big faces when they fold ouuuuuuut - is you wit me?
Don't make me pull that fo'-fo' ouuuuuuut
I keep it closer when the dough ouuuuuuut
Then I slide up in the Escalade
Me and E gettin solid like the Ice Capades
And me and Heezy - frosty, project mo' wrapped up than Bugsy
You understand me, wrapped wrists like mummies
If you compare me to your local grocery
Then you'll see I got more carrots/karats than "Aisle D"
More bread than "Aisle G", then bag and scan me
"Sure" like "Al B.", meet the 'tics in Maui, HEY!

Chorus

[Nelly]
St. Louis y'all, uh, uh
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Uh, can you feel that?
Lunatics y'all, uh, uh
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Uh, uh, Uncle Phil up above y'all, uh, uh
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Yell it universal y'all, uh, uh
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Uh, uh, chillin chillin chillin with the crew y'all

Chorus (to fade + ad libs)


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Posted on Mar 4, 2001, 8:54 PM

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Liar (Cheater, Deceiver)

by Profyle

Artsit: Profyle
Song: Liar
Typed by: DaNotoriusChele@aol.com
Sent by: rassfan



Tell my why did you do this to me
After we made plans for a family
And you swear you would bare my child
All the while you were out running wild
With yo' friends
Spendin' all my ends
And I caught you screamin' Ooo Ahh with him
I think it's time I let you know you can go
There's the do' (door)

You're nothing but
A liar, a cheater, a deciever, heart breaker
And I wont let you back in my life
So I'm takin
The house, the cars, the kids, and the dog
I want it all
You're nothing but
A liar, a cheater, a deciever, heart breaker
And I wont let you back in my life
So I'm takin
The house, the cars, the kids, and the dog
I want it all
You're nothing but

Seven years I have lived this lie
When inside you made me cry
Through it all I still remained
Till' you messed up and called me his name
Please don't explain
You go your way
And I'll maintain
Don't worry the kids are okay
Just remember

You're nothing but
A liar, a cheater, a deciever, heart breaker
And I wont let you back in my life
So I'm takin
The house, the cars, the kids, and the dog
I want it all
You're nothing but
A liar, a cheater, a deciever, heart breaker
And I wont let you back in my life
So I'm takin
The house, the cars, the kids, and the dog
I want it all
You're nothing but

Look at you now
Cause your down and out, down and out
And you needin' me to keep you strong, keep you strong

You're nothing but
A liar, a cheater, a deciever, heart breaker
And I wont let you back in my life
So I'm takin
The house, the cars, the kids, and the dog
I want it all
You're nothing but
A liar, a cheater, a deciever, heart breaker
And I wont let you back in my life
So I'm takin
The house, the cars, the kids, and the dog
I want it all
You're nothing but

You're nothing but
A liar, a cheater, a deciever, heart breaker
And I wont let you back in my life
So I'm takin
The house, the cars, the kids, and the dog
I want it all
You're nothing but
A liar, a cheater, a deciever, heart breaker
And I wont let you back in my life
So I'm takin
The house, the cars, the kids, and the dog
I want it all
You're nothing but...

Posted on Mar 4, 2001, 8:53 PM

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I Wish

by R. Kelly

Artist: R. Kelly
Song: I Wish
Typed and used with the permission of: ghettofabulous98@hotmail.com


I wish, I wish, I wish
To every city
I wish, I wish, I wish
Every hood
I wish, I wish, I wish
And every block
I wish, I wish, I wish
Good Ol' America!

Rollin' through the hood
Just stopped by to say what's up
Came to let you know
That your baby boy ain't doing so tough
And even though you passed
Going on four long years
Still waking up late at night crying tears
Just thinking about those days
You used to talk to me
Smilin' while I'm sippin' on this Hennesy
And remember we bragged on how rich we would be
To get up out this hood was like a fantasy

And now you hear my songs the radio is bangin'
Oh I can't believe my ears
And what everybody's sayin'
And boy I'll tell you
Folks don't know the half
I would give it all up
Just to take one ride

(With you)