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Multiply

by Xzibit f/ Nate Dogg

Artist: Xzibit f/ Nate Dogg
Album: Multiply 12"
Song: Multiply
Typed by: LuvAlexandra@msn.com

[Xzibit]
I've beeeeen this way and I can't stop (ah)
Hands on the ball and I won't drop (no)
Half-assed rhymes that you can't watch (no)
It ain't cause I want to it's cause I got-ta
Get it Crip while the gettin is good
before the game is 10% skill and 90% Hollywood
I don't need that, I don't believe that
E'rybody gon' get hurt, if I do dirt
I flirt with the idea of quittin' the game
Nah!! I'ma evolve continue to change
It take brains, balls and backbones to get it on
and keep it on, we keepin it movin, to each his own
So I spit about it, whatever I feel about it
I'm just bein real about it; X get hot nigga forget about it
Speech don't failllll me now
Dedicated to the enemies and friends that hold me down

[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
(We) back on line (We) came to ride
(We) deal (We) stack (We) multiply
(We) stay on the grind (Until) we die
And back for mo', cause we can't get enough

[Xzibit]
Above the rest, accept no less
Go ahead, check the game, be my guest
Somethin brand new and heavy to get off my chest
Win time after time 'til there ain't none left
Hardhat, punch the clock, back to work
I'm bigger, stronger, faster, built to hurt
everybody and anybody who come to my party
like they ready to get roudy and touch somebody
Who's that nigga y'all came to see? "X!"
Often imitated, but cannot be, "X!"
What's next, collect respect like paychecks
Straight to the bank with my bitch and have safe sex
What do you believe in? I believe in
seizin the moment, livin and dyin to spit with a vengeance
Here for redemption - been around forever
Y'all cats were just too blind to listen

[Chorus]

[Nate Dogg]
It ain't my fault.. we keep droppin hits
And you can't spit like this, so I'm takin yo' bitch
It ain't shit changed.. we gon' bang like this
And I'm drinkin this fifth, we still don't take no shit

[Xzibit]
I got a "Sixth Sense," that tells me you ain't worth six cents
I'm sick with my sixth sense
Whattup Doc? I'm gettin down to business
Crooked ass the cops to the Rampart district
Loose yourself in the music, move it or lose it
Abuse it, let's booze it, please don't confuse it with the
next man, it's the X Man rollin
Stand firm, solid as the ground I'm holdin
Make mine +Golden+, permanent +State+ issue
Stacked with the wealth that you can't take witchu
Long range missile, if we got issues
I'ma squeeze this shit and nobody gon' miss you
I'ma keep swingin 'til the medics come get you
We busy, stay off my line, you can't get through
Peep the design from the mastermind
Yo Dre, bring that shit back one more time!

[Chorus] - repeat 2X


Posted on Sep 12, 2002, 12:12 PM

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Just Roc

by Memphis Bleek

Artist: Memphis Bleek
Album: Just Roc 12"
Song: Just Roc
Typed by: PhiladeLfigga@yahoo.com *

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Yo Just man, gimma a heat rock
Man DGL we back in the club again, ya know? Holla
Bounce! Easy we back bitches
Don't be scared now, its the Roc
We here, never left this bitch ya know?

[Verse 1]
I pull up on deuce decues, still roofless
No security I move with shooters
V Twizy, dual exhaust
Stashbox like a childseat, tucked in the baby Taurus
VGL I'm on skinnies, two with me
Bottle of army, '89 in it I'm blowin on Phillies
and yeah I'm high as fuck
and the Roc's the realest click nigga I'm a buy as fuck
What? Say I'm bug cause I walk with a hund jawn
Nah two hund fifty, don't disrespect me
I call my nigga seal the deal
Cause he just bought a G2 steal a deal
Prick, and I got that on stand by (stand by)
What you commercial niggas fly stand buy, won't stand by
and let a nigga do his dues
Fuck these hoes, get this bread, rep the crew

[Chorus - repeat twice]
The
R - realest niggas puttin it down
O - other niggas can't see us now
C - come through the hood snatch reef up
But keep a cannon on me to clear streets up
R!

[Verse 2]
You talk jewels, my ears got 2K blazers
Roc jeans, Airs in all flavors
White tees and fitteds
Backwoods and spittage
Thats haze for you dudes who dont get it
I smoke silver and strawberry
Easy ball like Maurberry you know I'm not the ordinary
Keep one that keep one
Yeah my bitch bag bitches too
We the illest crew
Nothin change but the rims upgrade
Its quarters now, and I'm on it now
So hop in, I pull off like toupes
The only thing I rock on my hip thats two ways
My bitch, my beeper, Bleek keep two heaters
Still fillin the city with two seaters
And you know how I does it when I'm doin it
Black coupin it bitch I keep two in it

[Chorus - repeat twice]

[Verse 3]
I live wild, I ain't Q cousin Day-Day
Anytime I want, I take they K
Next Friday, till November
Take two more weeks I'll be home in December
You know I move like that
The game all mad cause I'm back with my tool like that
I'm in that big body truck
That I whip through the sky like I don't give a fuck
Got trucks with drivers, cars low mileage
Just copped it, I drove it and parked it
Truthfully thats my Sunday wheel
And your wife, real nice, she my Sunday feel
Nigga, I got one day for her still ok for her
But by sunrise I go to one high
You know I'm up and out
Hit the brake clutch throw it in first, easy gone

[Chorus - repeat twice]


Posted on Sep 12, 2002, 12:10 PM

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It's Obvious (I can tell by)

by Rell f/ Jay-Z

Artist: Rell f/ Jay-Z
Album: The Transporter Soundtrack
Song: It's Obvious
Typed by: akademik_geniuz@yahoo.com *

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[Intro: Jay-Z]
Y-yea . . .
The flow so amazin' nigga!
Uh, it's yo boy . . young
Uh huh, I brought Rell wit me
Timbo on the track
J-Breezy! Take it easy I got ya homie
Let's do the damn thing Rell

[Verse: Jay-Z]
When girls stop and stare it's obvious it's the "Roc"
Your vision's impaired it's obvious it's the watch
Park nine for being pasumptious
It could be that ash it cuts in my ear or some shit
Oh stop your dumb shit, Hov is hot
It ain't just hoes and guns shit, I switch top
Big sneakers can't see wit their op-tics
They optical allusions don't confuse dudes wit him
Uh, it's obvious stayin' used to win
Used to being in that Jeep deuce deuce like him
G-4 land a teeted barrel (whoo)
Fitted sombrero to the side, nigga my stride is so ghetto
Projects strut, hop out the plane hop in my truck
Just in time, hop off my thugs
It's obvious you got hate in you thug
You want the crown you got to take it in blood
Nigga what! (c'mon)

[Verse: Rell]
Wit every step, wit every move
Scared of me, in the mood
All I see, is her and me
Gettin' down, I said gettin' down!
I love her frown, I love her smile
Most of all, I love that she's wild
Watchin' her, watchin' me
Escapin' to her, she's talkin' to me!

[Chorus: Rell]
Girl, I can tell by the look in your eyes
and the way that you back it up
I can tell that you like it rough rough - oh yes it's obvious!
Plus, I'm a freak and I know it's your style
cause we get bubble while makin' love
I can tell that you like it rough rough - oh yes it's obvious!

[Verse: Rell]
It's in your walk, it's in your vibe
In your claws, some in your eyes
Chasin' you, you chasin' me
We belong, like Adam and Eve
You're the Queen, I'm the King
Shall no one, intervene
Kinky things, thuggish things
Crazy things, anything!

[Chorus]

[Interlude: Rell]
I can, I can tell
I can, I can tell that you like it rough
I can tell, I can tell that you like it rough
I can tell, I can tell that you like it rough (I can't deny it baby!)
I can tell, I can tell that you like it rough (so don't complicate it!)

[Bridge: Rell]
Don't complicate it (noo no)
Be my lady (love or hate it)
Love or hate it (nooo)
You belong to me (babe)
Don't complicate it (said don't complicate it)
Be my lady (be my lady)
Don't contemplate it (nooo nooo)
You belong to me

[Chorus] (2x)


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Oh Yeah

by Big Tymers

Artist: Big Tymers
Album: Hood Rich
Song: Oh Yeah
Typed by: TruThug1088@aol.com *

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(Manny Fresh)
Yeah, mmm hmmm
This one goes out to all the pretty young ladies out there
in pretty young lady land mmm hmmm see what I'm sayin
I want you to just peep over your shoulders hunny... ya see

(Manny Fresh)
Now lets get it understood (Oh Yeah)
That I'm a treat her real good (Oh Yeah)
And I'm a love her all my life (Oh Yeah)
And keep her flooded with ice (Oh Yeah)
Now just take my hand (Oh Yeah)
You'se my woman I'm your man (Oh Yeah)
Now you the one that I done chose (Oh Yeah)
And I don't love them other hoes (Oh Yeah)
Now make them niggas understand (Oh Yeah)
You already got a man (Oh Yeah)
You need a player that's strong (Oh Yeah)
And that'll never do you wrong (Oh Yeah)
And if them boys try to touch (Oh Yeah)
You should kick them in the nuts (Oh Yeah)
Cause them tittys just right (Oh Yeah)
Make a player wanna bite (Oh Yeah)
Cause I'm your one and only lover (Oh Yeah)
And we gon' have to use a rubber (Oh Yeah)
Now look what we done did (Oh yeah)
Messed around and had some kids (Oh Yeah)

(Chorus)
Daddy...You make me feel like a star
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Daddy... Can I get the keys to the car?
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you
Daddy it's what ever you wanna do
You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you
Daddy it's what ever you wanna do
You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you
Daddy it's what ever you wanna do
You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you
Daddy it's what ever you wanna do


(Baby)
(Ey, Ey, Ey)
I got swine on the seats (Oh Yeah)
24's on my feets (Oh Yeah) (Lil Ones)
Lets thump in my ride (Oh Yeah)
And mommy stay fly (Oh Yeah)
Boy I'm the nieghborhood king (Oh Yeah)
Y'all know it I'm a cost your king (Oh Yeah)
I mean I say ya love my style (Oh Yeah)
I throw partys buck wild (Oh Yeah)
Daddy I'm the number 1 stunna (Oh Yeah)
And I shine every summa (Oh Yeah)
Boy know I have to change my paint (Oh Yeah)
Cuz that stock shit stink (Oh Yeah)
Ey,Ey, Re-do the inside (Oh Yeah)
25 inch rims in tide (Oh Yeah)
I keep them strapped and shy (Oh Yeah)
New Benz cause mommy so fly (Oh Yeah)

(Chorus)
Daddy...You make me feel like a star
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Daddy... Can I get the keys to the car?
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you
Daddy it's what ever you wanna do
You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you
Daddy it's what ever you wanna do
You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you
(Big Tymers, Boo and Gotti alright?)
Daddy it's what ever you wanna do
You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you (hello, shy-town)
Daddy it's what ever you wanna do

(Gotti)
Dude if it's blue it get copped (Oh Yeah)
From the drops to the watch to the rocks (Oh Yeah)
Whoa that block gettin hot (Oh Yeah)
Got those so I'm coppin that yaht (Oh Yeah)
Now I'm frozen like and ice box (Oh Yeah)
Brotha Jacks and the Jordan, Mike hot
And I'm still street my pop (Oh Yeah)
If I'm ever in a tight spot (Oh Yeah)

(Boo)
Yeah I'm rollin with the flyers (Oh Yeah)
Just back seat ridin' (Oh Yeah)
You know nigga be drivin' (Oh Yeah)
Wit two freaks inside it (Oh Yeah)
So we with the Big Tymers (Oh Yeah)
You betta' warn your baby momma'(Oh Yeah)
Cause Boo and Gotti causin' problems (Oh Yeah)
So Just back up off us (Oh Yeah)
(Chorus until fade)


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No Panties

by Trina

Artist: Trina f/ Missy Elliott, Twwet
Album: Diamond Princess
Song: No Panties
Typed by: poopmunky32@aol.com *

* first single; send corrections to the typist

[Chorus: Tweet]
No Panties comin' off
My love is gonna cost
Cuz aint no way that you gone get up in this for free

[Missy Elliott]
NEW TRINA!!!!

[Verse 1: Trina]
Look boo, what the deals?
You got my cash, so you stick it in here?
I know you be packin' the steel
But I cant suck ya dick and get my lipstick smeared
Fuck nigga dont be grabbin' my braids
You got some cash? Then I'm easily persuaded
Taste ass these un-sauteed
See I be cummin' all night & all day
Uh Miss Trina, sim seema
Fuck a beamer
Got me benz and some rims
Tinted windows and some tens
I'll tell you time again
I'm fine enough to fuck your mans
Looky here Slim
I swerve to South Beach let me speak
'Fore you fuck me you gone treat?
And put some Santinees' on my feet
Take me to the beach
Now crawl up in my wall real deep... OWW

[Chorus:Tweet]

[Missy Elliott]
NEW TRINA!!!!

[Verse 2: Trina]
Bitch you ain't gotta like me
Oh you his wifey? I think ya man like me
He had me in the car with his hands on my bra
Breathin in my face sayin (TRI - NA!!) OWW!!
I aint tryin to disrespect
Im just tryin to keep ya in check
See I aint done yet
Shit - I'm the type of bitch
Break up happy homes like Trick
Slow mo - easy Joe ya so and so
I'm a super woman ask Mo (u know)
The way I ride wood,
Super good too good
And if your man won't you're daddy would,
Bitch understood Slip N Slide - Miss Trina
Did sold out the arena
I'm a dead ringer
Three fingers, dig deeper
All up in my gut nigga what?

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Trina]
Hey nigga whats the word?
Watch my hips dont you like these curves?
I want a crib in the deep suburbs
Two dogs and a mockingbird
Versace spread on my waterbed
Now give me some head!!! (OOOH!!)
Give me some head!!! (OOOH!!!)
Miss Trina like to skits on red
and I'm the first to say it
I'm the baddest bitch OW!

[Chorus]

[Missy Elliott]
NEW TRINA!!!!

[Trina]
I'm the baddest bitch OW!


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When the Last Time

by Clipse

Artist: Clipse f/ Kelis, Pharrell Williams (Neptunes)
Album: Lord Willin'
Song: When the Last Time
Typed by: fatfathead@aol.com *

* second single; send corrections to the typist

[Intro: Pharrell]
(Get down!)
Niggas and bitches (Get down!)
You are now listening to... (Get down!)
The real... (Get down!)
And that would be... (Get down!)
Clipse, the Neptunes... (Get down!)
And the new label... (Get down!)
Staaaarrr Traaaak...

[Pusha T]
Top down, chrome spinnin'
You see the boss grinnin', I'm lovin' these damn women
I let two get in (Uhh...)
She tried to let the rest fit in
I'm like, "Naw love, that's for..." (Get down!)
That's a problem to the wheel well
Trust I know them twenty's real well
Now we coastin', me, two chicks and toastin'
I turn up the volume watch the bass get 'em open
Soft-spoken, with a wild side
I love 'em in the ride, they love it in the ride
We was movin' bodies before we hit the party
'Fore the DJ started cuttin',
(*Scratches*) "I was already fuckin'..."
Cinderella these girls from nothin' to somethin'
Hit the parking lot, hear the club system thumpin'
Lose the face, you two's was great
But it's to the VIP, I got new moves to make (Get down!)

[Chorus: Pharrell]
When the last time you heard it like this
Smoke somethin', drink somethin', get ripped
And make the girls in the party just strip
Move ya ass, girl (Get down!)
Only if you know you've arrived
From the club, to the park and ride
How many chicks can you fit in that ride
Put 'em up, homie (Get down!)

[Malice]
Hey, it's just a day in the life
Club nights, one of the reasons I love life
Chicks be, in the back tipsy
We gets in for free ea'eday wit' me
Two steppin', you see each crew reppin'
Slippin' on the floor, mirrors and walls is sweatin'
Shorty in my ear say she got a thong on
And I love how she move any time a song on
I like that ma, you do somethin' to me
Come this way and prove somethin' to me
Fast or slow, she got the right moves
And I got the right dough for any date that I choose
I'm open, but naw, I don't lose focus
If the shit jump off, you know the thing that I'm totin'
But I'm only here to party, y'all
Carry every weekend like it's Mardi Gras

[Chorus: Pharrell]
When the last time you heard it like this
Smoke somethin', drink somethin', get ripped
And make the girls in the party just strip
Move ya ass, girl (Get down!)
Only if you know you've arrived
From the club, to the park and ride
How many chicks can you fit in that ride
Put 'em up, homie (Get down!)

[Breakdown: Kelis & (Pharrell)]
La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la
(Yo, you are now listening to the sounds)
La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la
(That are vibrating your speakers)
La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la
(Please do not be alarmed)
La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la
La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la
(It will not hurt you at all)
La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la
(For it is the real)
La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la
(For all my real...)
La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la
(Niggas and bitches)

[Pusha T]
When they say, "Last call," that don't mean the night's ova
That means it's time for her to show ya
How quick she can hop out those Gucci loafers
Pin her ass to the sofa and attack the chocha
S&M chick, ass pushin' a choker
But I thought about how rich I am and said, "No sir!"
Chick was crazy, gave her crazy space
What is it the "Whip Appeal", or my Babyface?

[Malice]
The night's still young and I'm already leanin'
Cruise through the lot on the deuce-2's gleamin'
The liquor in me and I don't need a reason
Obnoxious with the women, hot tucked in the linen
I pull up, let her get in
She know from the beginning
She added to list of them chicks that I done been in
Her head spinnin' and my head spinnin'
Mine from juice and gin-in, hers from neck and chinin'
I'm a winner, man

[Chorus: Pharrell]
When the last time you heard it like this
Smoke somethin', drink somethin', get ripped
And make the girls in the party just strip
Move ya ass, girl (Get down!)
Only if you know you've arrived
From the club, to the park and ride
How many chicks can you fit in that ride
Put 'em up, homie (Get down!)

[Chorus: Pharrell & (Kelis)]
(La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la)
When the last time you heard it like this
(La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la)
Smoke somethin', drink somethin', get ripped
(La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la)
And make the girls in the party just strip
(La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la)
Move ya ass, girl (Get down!)
(La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la)
Only if you know you've arrived
(La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la)
From the club, to the park and ride
(La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la)
How many chicks can you fit in that ride
(La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la)
Put 'em up, homie (Get down!)

*Scratched 'til end*
Get down!
Get down!
Get down!
Get down!
Get down!
Get down!
Get down!
Get down!


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Hey Ma

by Cam'Ron

Artist: Cam'Ron f/ Juelz Santana
Album: Come Home With Me
Song: Hey Ma
Typed by: Beatz02@hotmail.com *

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[Cam'Ron and Women]
Hey ma, what's up, lets slide, all right, all right
And we gon get it on tonight
You smoke, I smoke, I drink, me too, well good
Cause we gon get high tonight
Got drops, got Coups, got Trucks, got juice, all right
Cause we gon take a ride tonight
So ma, what's up, let's slide, all right, all right
And we gon get it on tonight

[Juelz Santana]
Yo, Now I was downtown clubbin', ladies night
Seen shorty she was crazy right
And I approach baby like
Ma, What's your age and type?
She looked at me and said use a baby right
I told her, I'm 18 and live a crazy life
Plus I'll tell you what the 80's like
And I know what ladies like
Need a man that's polite, listens and takes advice
I could be all three, plus I can lay the pipe
Come with me come stay the night
She looked at me laughin', like boy your game is tight
I'm laughin' back like show you right
Get in the Car
And don't touch nothing Sit in the car
Let discuss Somethin'
Either we lovin' or I'll see you tommorow
Now we speeding up the Westside
Hand creepin' up her left side, I'm ready to do it
Ready to bone, ready for dome
55th exit, damn, damn, already we home
Now let's get it on

[Chorus]

[Cam'Ron]
Now That I got a girl, my Ex wanna holla and spit
Told me to acknowledge her quick
She like Cam stop frontin'
On that Dave Hollister Tip
Come over lets swallow and sip
I'm like momma that's it
I promise you dick, usually have a problem with chicks
They all say I'm rotten and rich
But not her, booby's real
High heel dooby feel, plus got them Gucci nails, uh
You a cutie still, and this my down girl too
Ain't no groupie deal
We left the movies with uzies, Suzuki wheels
To the jacuzzi, I tell you my booby's real
I mean she do be winning, luey spinnin
Go to the crib she got the Gucci linen'
I see booby grinning
She looked and said Cam, I know that you be sinning
Naw, I'm a changed man, look at the range maim
I got a whole new game plan
Looked and said that's nothing but game Cam
She was right; she was up in the Range man
Droped her off at the L, now I'm flippin' the cell
That's right I had to call up L
(Cam And Juelz Together)
You L, what up, I hit, what else, plus dome, say word
And we got it on tonight

[Chorus]


Posted on Sep 9, 2002, 12:16 PM

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Gimmie Da Light

by Sean Paul

Artist: Sean Paul
Album: Reggae Gold 2002
Song: Gimmie Da Light
Typed by: truthug_666@hotmail.com *

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Just gimmie da light yo yo
Just gimmie da light dutty aye Seana Paul yo yo

[chorus]
Just gimmie da light and pass the dro
Bust another bottle a moe
Gal dem inna mi sight and I gat to kno
Which one is gonna catch my flow
Cuz I'm inna mi vibez I and I gat my dough
Bust anotha bottle a moe
Gal dem lookin hype and I gat to kno

[verse 1]
Could I be your protector
Your buff in every sector
Every man around wan turn your inspector
But ya nah let dem sweat ya
Na grill ya wit no lecture
Bout dem power drill
Or fuel injector
Dem a infector disease collector
Nuff a dem a gwanlike dem wan come wreck ya
Dun out da part what inna ya center
But you nah let dem guy they come affect ya

[REPEAT CHORUS]

[VERSE 2]
One, two, three, four, five a dem
Situation gettin really live again
Gal dem wan fi hang out wit di players and di rider dem
Beside of dem and dem say dem tired of the liars dem
Friars and conivers will neva eva get inside of dem
Dem clyder dem especially the money hider dem
Watchie Watchie gal but dem fi try make a bride outa dem
Denied again some of dem a move like a spider man
Gal dem say dem nah open wide again

[REPEAT CHORUS]
[REPEAT VERSE 1]
[REPAET CHORUS]
[REPEAT VERSE 2]
[REPEAT CHORUSx2]


Posted on Sep 9, 2002, 12:16 PM

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My Block

by Scarface (Facemob)

Artist: Scarface
Album: My Block 12"
Song: My Block
Typed by: bootleg210@msn.com

For the block boy, take it rough...

[Scarface]
Everyday it's been the same old thang on my block
Ya either workin or ya slangin cocaine on my block
Ya had to hustle, cuz that's how we was raised on my block
And ya stayed on ya hop until ya made you a knot
On my block, to hangout was the thang back then
And even when ya left out, ya came back in
To my block, from Holloway, Belford, to Scotts
We rolled the fox, we load the spots
Smoke weed and rocks, drink all the blue dots
On yo' block you probably had a fat pad of Tupac
Or Big Pun, or B.I., ya homeboys from knee-high
And even when it was stormin outside, that nigga'd be by
That's me dawg, on my block, I ain't have to play the big shot
Niggaz knew me back when I was stealin bell from Shamrock
And my nickname was Creepy, if Black June could see me
He'd be, trippin - and I'd bet he still try to tease me

[Chorus]
My block - where everything is everything fa sheezy
My block - we probably done it all homey believe me
My block - we made the impossible look easy, fa sheezy
My block - I'd never leave my block, my niggaz need me

[Scarface]
On my block, we duck the nigga-haters and the cops
Fuck a hotrod, we race Impalas, chromed-out
On my block - it ain't no different than the next block
Ya get drunk and pass out, and they back ya to the house
And when you wake up on the couch you goin right back at it
On my block when ya that fucked up they laugh at it
On my block, it's just another day in the heart
of the Southside of Houston Texas, makin ya mark
On my block, we're cueing all the time, playin dominoes
Keep the swishers sweet down until my mama goes
back inside -- then we can fire
Pass it around a few times to get high

[Chorus] - 2X

[Scarface]
On my block, everybody business ain't ya business
What's goin on in this house is stayin here, comprende?
On my block, ya had to have that understanding
Cuz if ya told Ms. Mattie, she went and told Gladys
And once ya mama got it, it was all on the wire
And when the word got back, the set yo' ass on fire
On my block, we got some 'Nam vets shell-shocked
Who never quite got right, now they inhale rocks
On my block - it's like the world don't exist
We stay confined to this small little section with dividends
Oh my block, I wouldn't trade it for the world
cuz I love these ghetto boys and girls
born and raised, on my block...
...

[Chorus] - 2X


Posted on Aug 10, 2002, 5:08 PM

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Guilty

by Swizz Beatz & Bounty Killer

Artist: Swizz Beatz & Bounty Killer
Album: Guilty 12"
Song: Guilty
Typed by: Gemini_2050@Hotmail.com *

* send corrections to the typist

[Intro: Swizz Beatz]
Yo, yo, yo yo yo yo yo!
Yo yo yo, yo yo yo yo yo!
All my ladies up! All my fellas up!

[Bounty Killer] Rudebwoy
[Swizz Beatz] Yo yo yo yo, get up!

Chorus: ? (Swizz Beatz & Bounty Killer)
Just cause I'm guilty
(SB: All my ghettoes up! All my ghettoes up!)
(BK: Weh dem deh?)
There doing you wrong
(SB: Let's get it poppin, let's get it poppin, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo)
(BK: Jamaica!)
Just cause I'm guilty
(BK: We burn from Jamaica straight back to America)
Don't live at all
(BK: Philly! Manhattan! Yo!! Washington!!!)
(SB: Let's get the party started!!!)

[Verse 1: Swizz Beatz]
Now all my niggas stay dirty dirty, bust rounds by the thirty thirty
Frontin niggas y'all don't say a wordy wordy
Tired of y'all niggas frontin, and gettin away
But y'all niggas ain't gone leave today
I got that hot nine seven shit, drop dime never bitch
Y'all niggas know I ain't even got the leverage
Pullin out guns huh, never even usin 'em
Bounty we pull our guns and damn near abusin 'em
This goes out for my ghettoes in America
Real niggas stand if your fake I ain't hearin ya
And I don't need you on my album to sell
My name rings bells, so take it to hell (Hell)
This, is the New York, uh! stop that shit pause dog bitch rewind this
Oh, and I'm Swizz the monster
Y'all can hate all y'all want Ruff Ryders the sponsor

Chorus: ? (Bounty Killer)
Just cause I'm guilty
(BK: Ok!!! That's right!!!)
There doing you wrong
(BK: Ok!!! That's right!!!)
Just cause I'm guilty
(BK: Ok!!! That's right!!!)
Don't live it all
(BK:Ok!!! That's right!!! A weh dem a deal wit?)

[Verse 2: Bounty Killer]
From the streets of Jamaica I come in special delivery
Bounty Killer, Swizz Beatz the new discovery
Why dem mess with us and know say shit wouldn't be lovely?
Last bwoy weh diss mi well him still inna recovery
Now they wanna cry when situation gettin ugly
I am from the ghetto I know nothin bout your luxury
Hear dem cats they braggin say it's all about the benji
The riches and the bitches and the ice and the bentley
I am from the streets where thugs is dyin plenty
Have to be careful if you die before your twenty
I make a vow mi haffi reach before mi seventy
Brought up inna this thing just for a century, yo!

Chorus: ? (Bounty Killer)
Just cause I'm guilty
(BK: Ok!!! That's right!!!)
There doing you wrong
(BK: Ok!!! That's right!!!)
Just cause I'm guilty
(BK: Ok!!! That's right!!!)
Don't live it all
(BK:Ok!!! That's right!!! Bounty Killer, Swizz Beatz)

[Verse 3: Swizz Beatz]
Yo, yo we comin through we got that raw
Tell me what you workin for
We don't care about the bouncers comin through the front door
Swizz Beatz, Bounty Killer givin you the hardcore
Everybody standin up givin up the encore

[Bounty Killer]
Swizz Beatz my logo my motto, represent ghetto
Swizz, on your mark, get ready then let's go
I got to get these pesos to end all my stress so
The whole world mi let know no punk cannot test you

[Swizz Beatz]
We know it's all good till a playa act up (Easy)
And then I back up and make the clubs packed up
I, don't drink but I'll buy the bar
Give it all to the club but don't crash your car

[Bounty Killer]
Tell dem ghetto superstar, that's who we are
If that's not enough man a soldiers of war
With no riches and car, so faggots stay far
And a blar man a blar don't you see dem too hard?!

Chorus: ? (Bounty Killer)
Just cause I'm guilty
(BK: Ok!!! That's right!!!)
There doing you wrong
(BK: Ok!!! That's right!!!)
Just cause I'm....

[Outro: Bounty Killer]
OK!!! That's right!!!
OK!!! That's right!!!

[Swizz Beatz]
You just heard a world premiere, Swizz Beatz, Bounty Killer
This is our year, any haters yo get outta here!!!
Yo yo, yo yo yo, easy man, just bounce
Just bounce, I'm back on this scene
I got my feet playin on the groung for you cowards huh!!!
Oh, yeah, y'all ain't ready for the war?!
Bounty! I'm a check you in Jamaica, I be in the hood in uptown, New York
Or you catch me down at the dirty dirty, A.T.L.
Or you can catch me, on the west coast, that Cali Cali Cali Cali Cali
Catch me at that midwest, hey! I'm all over the world
Uh!!! Now be easy dog!!! one...


Posted on Aug 10, 2002, 5:07 PM

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We Ready (Remix)

by Archie f/ Bubba Sparxxx

Artist: Archie Eversole f/ Bubba Sparxxx
Album: Ride Wit Me Dirty South Style
Song: We Ready (Remix)
Typed by: compbuttons@hotmail.com

[Intro underlies hook]
I feel the master, I feel him
Y'all ready, they ready
Well come on, well come on
Y'all ready, they ready
We ready, we ready
Come on, come on
We ready, we ready, come on
Come on, come on
Break bread ho, break bread ho
Come on, break bread ho, break bread ho
Come on come on, we ready we ready
Come on in, we ready
Come on in

[Hook ("What what" repeated in background)]
We ready (What, what)
We ready (What, what)
We ready (We ready, we ready)
For y'all (Come on, we ready, come on)
We ready (We ready for)
We ready (We ready for)
We ready (We ready for)
For y'all (We ready, we ready)

[Archie Eversole]
Ain't no question bout who the best
Macy gon' lay the track and Archie come to do the rest
Step in the way, multiple shots are goin' through ya chest
You must have called Pastor Troy cause boy you is blessed
And I'ma take him out the game y'all
It ain't no thang y'all
You wanna buck, I'll rip you up like a chainsaw
The game's raw, boy please believe it
Keep your bible with you cause you gon' be needin' Jesus
Fiendin' for chart-toppin' hits
And Archie ain't gon' stop droppin' shit
I'ma make a million dollars then stand on the top of it
Rockin' it, till the day I die in this game
Archie with the Phat Boy addin' the fire to the fame

[Hook x2]

[Archie Eversole]
A-T-L we bout that head bustin', we leave you dead cousin
What's up, huh bitch nigga, you said something
If you ready why you stumblin' to the flo' huh
If you ready why you stutterin' I ain't Joe
I'ma show em' why they call us dirty
There is no mercy for playa haters cause he ain't worthy
Heard of me then, Hell naw before, bet you done heard of me now
Atlanta, Georgia where the dirty be found
See I done did this since my younger days
Only 16 but my pockets never underage
So let's get paid, cause I stay ready for it, please
And you is crazy if you think that you ready for me, so who ready now

[Hook x2]

[Bubba Sparxxx]
Yeah, yeah
Bubba baby, trouble baby dip my thang, love me, hate me
All in London yellin' Georgia, Europe better suffocate me
Hold it down for country crackers, leave them others up to Shady
Give a damn if silly sisters think I'm good enough then pay me
Tell em' Archie they don't want it, however they can get it
Told em' bout that booty chatter, y'all better go on with it
Infiltrated mainstream, maintainin' the same theme
Polo shirts and pig shit, can't even get them stains clean
Ain't too much I ain't seen in between the grains in Athens
Ups and downs, rights and lefts all around me brains are scratchin'
Any how we ready now, the new South has arrived
We savages is fixin' to eat and won't stop till they satisfied

[Hook to fade]


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'Dro in the Wind

by Trick Daddy f/ Big Boi

Artist: Trick Daddy f/ Big Boi, Cee-Lo
Album: 'Dro in the Wind 12"
Song: 'Dro in the Wind
Typed by: bootleg210@msn.com & die694@yourmom.com

[talking]
Hah, haha
That's just the sound of the Hen'..
True Story.. Buddy Roe..
They say tell the truth, Shane and them (uh-huh)
Thank God for the thugs too...

[Chorus: Cee-Lo]
Drop the top and let the sunshine in
With the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin
Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Hen'
It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind,
with the 'dro in the wind

[Trick Daddy]
I'm a ol' sneaky, ol' freaky, ol' geechy-ass nigga
Collard green, neckbone-eatin-ass nigga
Always wearin my jeans baggy saggy
You know Florida, Georgia, South Cakalaky
Growed up eatin spam sandwiches
Sugar water and mayonnaise sandwich
Share the room with bout four mo' brothers
But one home for 'em and wattn't no mo' covers
A little bad motherfucker (ah-ha)
Always rude and always in trouble
None of my teachers ain't like me (uh-huh)
But make it so bad, Pearl had seven mo' like me
If you growed up the way I did
You gotsta understand, Trick love the kids
(Ooooooohh!) Trick love the kids

[Chorus: Cee-Lo]

[Trick Daddy]
Cut me a seven-treis Chevy, put dubs on that bitch (uh-huh)
Candy apple green, niggaz lovin this shit (lovin this shit)
And wait a minute, I'll act a fool
Ya don't like how I'm livin? Bitch fuck you (uh-huh)
That's right I'm a rude-ass nigga
Quick to do you, cut a fool-ass nigga
Weighin' in at bout a buck six-five
And a nigga can fuck, plus the boy gets live (that's right)
You know legs, wings, and short thighs (short thighs)
Eat 'em up, beat 'em up, then switch sides

[Cee-Lo]
Hot whore work her con-con, Valor to the floor
He oughta enjoy, with the loaded four-four
Be sure and acquire more 'fore ya fuck with mine
Disrespect; I'll disconnect ya line
With a sick SWAT, when shit's hot, ya get shot
The fire, the fury, ya fuck with it not
Ya stoppin the grace, get out my space and my - face
Fore me and my ace-a lay down the whole place
Recognize, this is the verbalize
Surprise, fuckin with me wrong way to wise nigga
Hoes, clothes, shows, Vogues, golds
Big ol' bankrolls, that's all a nigga know
Throw yo' elbows, I'm sicker than I suppose
Hoes unchose, cuz my jewelry froze
You know how it goes, these young niggaz don't want it like this
Go off and get yo' gat, to silence the chit-chat, blast!
So pass, outlast, bout cash
Mo' sicky, talk tricky to the trick like trash
Lo realer, a go-rilla, flow for mo' scrilla
Come clean, lookin mean, but you ain't no killa!
(Oooooooooh!) (Trick love the kids!)

[Chorus: Cee-Lo]

[Big Boi]
Look at what we got; the rims and all the 'dro
The 'dro and all the smoke, my throat, it makes me choke
Like a serial killer was squeezin on my throat box
In the cluthces of danger but not a stranger on the block
Is it the cheeferry reefer beat blowin my chest up?
Beat right from the club try my best not to mess up
A professor of this lyrical thang, I'll take the purist strain
of this slang and inject it into your veins
Did your heart stop man? Drop-top fame
Aviator shades with a rear front face
Movin through the dirty at a slow pimps pace
Kinda like the turtle and the rabbit in the race
To the finish line, I jump the pair of Reeboks
So bright, so fresh, snow white but no socks
Then I slipped on some of that O with the wind
I'm bustin straight out the path like a three piece
of va-lac-tic, before you slack it
You gotta prepare it and mack it, when your jack it over tragic
not intended for any illegal purposes'
it's like anthrax and small pox in surplus to murder us
(Ya gotsta understand Trick love the kids!)
(Trick love the kids!)

[Chorus: Cee-Lo]


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Cleanin Out My Closet

by Eminem

Artist: Eminem
Album: The Eminem Show
Song: Cleanin Out My Closet
from: CD liner notes

[Intro]
Where's my snare?
I have no snare in my headphones - there you go
Yeah.. yo, yo

[Eminem]
Have you ever been hated or discriminated against?
I have; I've been protested and demonstrated against
Picket signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times
Sick as the mind of the motherfuckin kid that's behind
all this commotion emotions run deep as ocean's explodin
Tempers flarin from parents just blow 'em off and keep goin
Not takin nothin from no one give 'em hell long as I'm breathin
Keep kickin ass in the mornin and takin names in the evenin
Leave 'em with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth
See they can trigger me, but they'll never figure me out
Look at me now; I bet ya probably sick of me now ain't you momma?
I'ma make you look so ridiculous now

[Chorus: Eminem]
I'm sorry momma!
I never meant to hurt you!
I never meant to make you cry; but tonight
I'm cleanin out my closet (one more time)
I said I'm sorry momma!
I never meant to hurt you!
I never meant to make you cry; but tonight
I'm cleanin out my closet

[Eminem]
Ha! I got some skeletons in my closet
and I don't know if no one knows it
So before they thrown me inside my coffin and close it
I'ma expose it; I'll take you back to '73
before I ever had a multi-platinum sellin CD
I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months
My faggot father must have had his panties up in a bunch
cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye
No I don't on second thought I just fuckin wished he would die
I look at Hailie, and I couldn't picture leavin her side
Even if I hated Kim, I grit my teeth and I'd try
to make it work with her at least for Hailie's sake
I maybe made some mistakes
but I'm only human, but I'm man enough to face them today
What I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb
But the smartest shit I did was take the bullets outta that gun
Cuz I'da killed him; shit I woulda shot Kim and them both
It's my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to "The Eminem Show"

[Chorus]

[Eminem]
Now I would never diss my own momma just to get recognition
Take a second to listen for who you think this record is dissin
But put yourself in my position; just try to envision
witnessin your momma poppin prescription pills in the kitchen
Bitchin that someone's always goin throuh her purse and shit's missin
Goin through public housin systems, victim of Munchausen's Syndrome
My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't
'til I grew up, now I blew up, it makes you sick to ya stomach
doesn't it? Wasn't it the reason you made that CD for me Ma?
So you could try to justify the way you treated me Ma?
But guess what? You're gettin older now and it's cold when your lonely
And Nathan's growin up so quick he's gonna know that your phony
And Hailie's gettin so big now; you should see her, she's beautiful
But you'll never see her - she won't even be at your funeral!
See what hurts me the most is you won't admit you was wrong
Bitch do your song - keep tellin yourself that you was a mom!
But how dare you try to take what you didn't help me to get
You selfish bitch; I hope you fuckin burn in hell for this shit
Remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me?
Well guess what, I +AM+ dead - dead to you as can be!

[Chorus] - repeat 2X




    
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Get out the Way (Move Bit..)

by Ludacris f/ Mystikal

Artist: Ludacris f/ I-20, Mystikal
Album: Word of Mouf
Song: Move Bitch
Typed by: ruffryda088@hotmail.com

[*whistling*]

Chorus 2x: Ludacris

Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way

[Ludacris]
OH NO! The FIGHT'S OUT
I'ma bout to punch yo... LIGHTS OUT
Get the FUCK back, guard ya grill
There's somethin wrong, we can't stay still
I've been drankin and bustin' too
and I been thankin of bustin' you
Upside ya motherfuckin forehead
And if your friends jump in, "Ohhh gurrlll", they'll be mo dead
Causin confusion, Disturbin Tha Peace
Since not into lution, we run in the streets-a
So bye-bye to all you groupies and golddiggers
Is there a bumper on your ass? NO NIGGA!
I'm doin a hundred on the highway
So if you do the speed limit, get the FUCK outta my way
I'm D.U.I., hardly ever caught sober
and you about to get ran the FUCK over

[Chorus]

[Mystikal over second chorus]
BITCH! Watch out, watch out, watch out
BITCH! Watch out, watch out, watch out, move

Here I come, here I go
UH OH! Don't jump bitch, move
You see them headlights? You hear that fuckin crowd?
Start that goddamn show, I'm comin through
Hit the stage and knock the curtains down
I fuck the crowd up - that's what I do
Young and successful - a sex symbol
The bitches want me to fuck em - true true
Hold up, wait up, shorty
"Oh aww wazzzupp? Get my dick sucked, what are yoouu doin?"
Sidelinin my fuckin business
Tryin to get my paper, child support suin
Give me that truck and take that rental back
Who bought these fuckin T.V.'s and jewelry bitch, tell me that?
No, I ain't bitter, I don't give a fuck
But I'ma tell you like this bitch
You better not walk in front of my tour bus

[Chorus]

[I-20 over second chorus]
Bring it, get 'em

2-0, I'm on the right track
Beef, got the right mack
Hit the trunk, grab the pump, punk I'll be right back
We buyin bars out, showin scars out
We heard there's hoes out, so we brought the cars out
Grab the peels cuz we robbin tonight
Beat the SHIT outta of security for stompin the fight
I got a fifth of the Remy, fuck the Belve and Cris
I'm sellin shit up in the club like I work in the bitch
Fuck the dress codes, it's street clothes, we all street niggaz
We on the dance floor, throwin bows, beatin up niggaz
I'm from the DEC, tryna to disrespect DTP
And watch the bottles start flyin from the VIP
Fuck this rap shit, we clap bitch, two in ya body
Grab ya four, start a fight dog, ruin the party
So move bitch, get out the way HOE
All you faggot motherfuckers make way for 2-0
So...

[Chorus]

[*whistling*]


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Dilemma

by Nelly f/ Kelly Rowland

Artist: Nelly f/ Kelly Rowland
Album: Nellyville
Song: Dilemma
Typed by: djf
sent by: lionthemad@theglobe.com

[Kelly Rowland]
I.. love you, and I.. need you
Nelly I.. love you, I do.. neeeeed you - but

[Chorus: Kelly Rowland]
No matter what I do, all I think about is you
Even when I'm with my boo, boy y'know you know I'm crazy over you
No matter what I do, all I think about is you
Even when I'm with my boo, y'know I'm crazy over you

[Nelly]
Check it, check it, check it, uhh
I met this chick and she just moved right up the block from me
And uhh, she got the hots for me the finest thing my hood done seen
But oh no, oh no, she gotta a man
and a son, doh'ohhh, but that's okay
Cause I, wait for my cue and just listen, play my position
Like a shortstop, pick up e'rything mami hittin
And in no time.. (no time) I..
I plan to make this one here mi-i-ne.. and that's for sure
Cause I, I never been the type to, break up a happy home
But uh, there's somethin bout baby girl I just can't leave alone
So tell me ma what's it gonna be? She said
(You don't know what you mean to me) C'mon!

[Chorus]

[Nelly]
Check it, check it, check it, uhh
I see a lot and you look and I never say a word
I know how niggaz start actin trippin out herre about they girls
And there's no way-ayy-hey, Nelly gon' fight over
(I ain't fightin over NO dame) no day-hey-ame.. as you can see
But I, I like your steez, your style, your whole demeanor
The way you come through and holla and swoop me in his 2-seater
Now that's gangstah-ah-ahhh..
And I got special ways to thank yah-ah-ahh.... don't you forget it
But uh, it ain't that easy for you to pack and leave him
But uh, you and dirty got ties for different reasons
I respect that and right before I turn to leave, she said.. she said..
(You don't know what you mean to me) she said.. she said, c'mon!

[Chorus]

[Nelly] Sing it for me K

[Kelly Rowland]
I.. love you (word?) and I.. need you
Nelly I.. love you, I do.. (c'mon girl)
And it's more than you'll.. ever know
Boy.. it's fo'sho
You can always count on my love
Foreveeeeer more, yeahh-yeahh..

[Nelly]
East coast, I know you shakin right
Down South, I know you bouncin right
West coast, I know you walkin right, cause
Midwest, I see you swingin right
(You don't know what you mean to me)

[Chorus]

[Nelly]
East coast, I know you shakin right
Down South, I know you bouncin right
West coast, I know you walkin right, cause
Midwest, I see you swingin right
(You don't know what you mean to me)
East coast, you still shakin right
Down South, I see you bouncin right
West coast, I know you walkin right, cause
Midwest, I see you swingin right
(You don't know what you mean to me)

[Chorus]

[Nelly]
East coast, I know you shakin right
Down South, I know you bouncin right
West coast, I know you walkin right
Midwest, I see you swingin right
(You don't know what you mean to me)
East coast, you still shakin right
Down South, I see you bouncin right
West coast, I know you walkin right, cause
Midwest, I see you swingin right
(You don't know what you mean to me)


Posted on Aug 10, 2002, 4:49 PM

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That's the Shi...

by Snoop Dogg f/ Pharrell

Artist: Snoop Dogg f/ Pharrell Williams (Neptunes)
Album: That's the Shit 12"
Song: That's the Shit
Typed by: PhiladeLfigga@yahoo.com *

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[Chorus 1]
[Women Singing]
Big Snoop Dogg, nigga that's the shit
Cris on ice, nigga that's the shit
Llacs on dubs, nigga that's the shit
[Snoop]
Step into the party just to crack a biatch
[Woman Singing]
For all you players who don't know
Nobody pimp em like a gangsta from the LBC
[Snoop]
Pimpin ain't easy but its a whole lotta fun
East Side, Long Beach, thats where it all begun
[Woman Singing]
Nigga thats the shit

[Verse 1 - Snoop Dogg]
Turn up the bass, hand me my blizzles I don't fuck with cigars
I got my own clothin line, and plus my own line of cars
I got a staple of bitches, and they all play they part
I got a gang of ruthless homies that gt loc'd after dark
Ya get it? (get it?) Get it, got it whatever
Got Snoop Dogg shoes suede, gator or leather
Ohhhhweeeee! and got a way to endeavour
Even if it ain't never I can give the bitch pleasure
My little white bitch Heather
She stunning, sly, slick and oh so clever
Never under pressure
Leave me money on the dresser
Give it to me baby so I can keep us together
Whether is cold, or it might be hot
One things for sure, I be takin alot
Givin alot, and when it comes to music I be makin it hot
Shakin the spot, takin the pot
Bringin it back

[Chorus 2]
[Women Singing]
Big Snoop Dogg, nigga that's the shit
Cris on ice, nigga that's the shit
Llacs on dubs, nigga that's the shit
[Snoop]
Step into the party just to crack a biatch
[Woman Singing]
For all you players that don't know
Nobody pimp em like a gangsta from the LBC
[Snoop]
And for you bitches who don't know
Till we D-I, we keep it P-I
[Woman Singing]
Nigga thats the shit

[Verse 2 - Snoop Dogg]
Do you remember the reign
Before you boy had Joey and gained growin pains
Know this game, I flow this game
I spit it, get it, knit it, thread it and sewed this game
(Say Wha?) They say I came in a shady way
Watch how I play this game
Bossin up, ain't he man
So do it do him Jazzy fizzle
My young nizzle for shizzle we keep it off the hizzle
Do me a favor, and blaze up another bleezie
and tell baby over there to come and please me
She won't believe me
She will for sheezie
Bitch, its the big Snoop D-O-double geezie
Bucket mouth breezie
I got a staple of bitches so take it easy
I'm only fuckin with your imagination
Try to give you a little small conversation
You know what your facin

[Chorus 1]

[Verse 3]
[Snoop Dogg]
Y'all niggas better sit me down now
Welcome back to tippy tales
Snoopy got this shit crackin, these bitches wanna lick me now
Everybody minglin, dime pieces bring em in
I set the trend, fly from gators to trims
(WHY?) You haters begin to fuck around with the boss
You get nailed to the cross fuckin around with the boss
I'm too hard in the paint, might as well choke up the loss
Hey baby grab my longest mink so Snoop Dogg can floss
Toss, free is the cost, I don't pay for a damn thing
I just pop the champaigne, kick off a pimp and campaign
Man, I got the spotlight on me jack
Now I'ma act a damn fool and I ain't never comin back
King Mack-A-Hoe, Sir Break-A-Bitch
Grab my pimp glass and then I take a sip
I look around, pull it out and then I light it up
Take a puff, inhale it, bluff bitch now ya know it

[Pharrell Williams]
I walk with a limp, eat lobster and shrimp
Shine a spotlight down on a pimp
Pull up like a mack, in my Snoop DeVille
and ride on the side, and we's dressed to kill
You see me stoppin girl, get your ass to the side
It ain't enough room to fit ya all in my ride"

[Snoop Dogg]
Dave cut the record down to the bone
And Jazzy Phe got me rockin on the microphone
Now we talkin autographs, cheers and laughs
Champaigne, caviar and bubble baths

[Chorus 1]


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Gangsta Lovin'

by Eve f/ Alicia Keys

Artist: Eve & Alicia Keys
Album: Gangsta Lovin' 12"
Song: Gangsta Lovin'
Typed by: Gemini_2050@hotmail.com *

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[Intro/Chorus: Alicia Keys]
I just wanna rock you, all night long, oh oh oh oh! (I wanna rock you)
I just wanna rock you, all night long, oh oh oh oh!

[Verse 1: Eve]
Yo! Need you to understand me daddy I ain't your average
Baby girl doin it all I'm well established
I ain't tryin to lead you on just wanna ask
If you might wanna give me your name explain your status
You know I see you in time and time you seem available
Don't mean shit, I know these bitches wanna settle you
Gotta say you on my short list of few
Them other dudes is ok but I'm feelin you
Want you in the best way what you 'gon do about it?
Why don't you just test me you won't want to do without it
Yo I'm comin at you hard bein a thug
And I ain't givin up till I get that gangsta love, uh huh

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Eve]
I know you seen me this night that night, always my shit tight
Hair done outfit crazy skirt fits just right
White beater with a bangin tan
Walk in demandin all eyes baby here I am
Ain't a shame in my frame and I know your watchin
Puttin on a show for you pop and I ain't stoppin
Lot of action in your corner yeah you gonna do
Only thing to make it better though is me with you
And I know you feelin that regardless of your frontin
And I heard through the streets it was me you wantin
Let me find out you shy or somethin
But I know your not, so stop the games and approach is you real or not?

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Eve]
Yo! Uh! Ok! Numbers exchange, now it's in place
Shouldn't have took you so long in the first place
I'm just playin cutie, yeah give me a call
No it's cool you ain't got to see me to my car
See I'm a big girl, but you'll find out
Stop for me while I drop top and ride out
Wheels spinnin wanna know what shorty all about
But it's cool I'm proven in these words that's comin out my mouth

[Alicia Keys]
It's that gangsta lovin (Gangsta) that's just got me buggin (Buggin)
It's that gangsta lovin (Gangsta gangsta) that just got me buggin
(Oh ah!)

[Chorus]

[Outro: Alicia Keys]
I wanna rock you baby, I wanna hold you baby
Won't you be my baby? I wanna be your lady
I wanna rock you baby, I wanna hold you baby
Won't you be my baby? I wanna be your lady
Baby let me rock with you (Gangsta gangsta)
You know I wanna rock with you (Gangsta gangsta)
Baby let me rock with you (E-V-E)
You know I wanna rock with you (Alicia Keys, gonna rock you)
Baby let me rock with you
You know I wanna rock with you (It's gangsta gangsta)
Baby let me rock with you (Gangsta gangsta)
You know I wanna rock with you (Gangsta gangsta love)
Ooooh, yeah, you know I wanna rock with you
Baby let me rock with you


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Way of Life (Im a stunna)

by Lil Wayne f/ Big Tymers, TQ

Artist: Lil Wayne f/ Big Tymers, TQ
Album: 500 Degreez
Song: Way of Life
Typed by: chanedogg@hotmail.com *

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[Intro: Mannie Fresh]
Look right here, this how we gon do this
Hook up the turn tables, whoof get on the keyboard
And we gon run this for you, ya heard?
Yeah, check it out

[Female]
Cash Money...
Cash Money...
Cash Money...
Cash Money...

[Lil Wayne]
Ay, let me slide in the Benz with the fished-out fins
Hit the mall wit my girlfriends dish out ends
Cause you know it ain't trickin if you got it
Copped baby girl what she desired
It's chump change ma, Marijuana skyler
Know'n what I got up in my styraphone cup - that purple stuff
It was given to me at birth an stuff
So that's why I cop the Bentley with the leather and the furry cups

[Baby]
Hey, hold on mami them whips on dubs
Cadillac Truck, 28's, no rubs
Slide in the Benz, fins, bubble-eyed lens
Car show in New York, y'all know who wins
It's the Birdman daddy, with the Gucci Prada
Slant back Cup Truck, no rims - can't holla
It's that Louie Fendi on Ostrich streets
It's the tailor-made daddy, mami do you love me?

[Chorus: TQ]
Baby, I'm a stunna
I ain't gon change it
Don't.. you.. know.. it's a way of life?
Mami, do you want it?
Cause I'm about to bring it
Oh baby, can't stop the stun, no, no

[Baby]
Pop one, pop two with the blue Nike shoes
Royal blue jag on 'em 22's
Slippers, white to breate, 500 Degreez
In that Cadillac Truck on 'em 23's
I'm the boss of the game with the money and fame
All these, naked women that pop Champaign
And these, marble floors stay high as Rick James
If you know my name then you know my game

[Lil Wayne]
It's Lil' Whoody from the Hot Block where seris flow
Gotta get dough, cha'll won't feel me blow
But, y'all don't hear me though
Til I'm rolling down my window where my grill is show
And you know I probably pump it through the hood on them 24's
Word, rims poking out the side of the err
Glock, have ya rims poking out the side of your shirt
I'm a 17 nigga and I ride through the turf

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
Hey, and my pinky glow cause my rings is so...
Blingy blingy, yo stop blinking though
We smoke stinky stinky dro
And we don't cop them incy wincy o's
And we don't stop, nah, we blow
Fuck the pee-ple
Everywhere we go we smell like ick yo
Birdman, my Paw so that make me go.. fly like an eagle, fasheezy

[Baby]
See they think cause I stay English turn
That stunna don't ever OZ to burn
I go in each sto' and ball like a dog
Me and my niggs ball like a dog
Cars on my streets, all on the lawn
Ice in my teeth, all on my arm
Tats in my face, my back and my arm

[Lil Wayne]
Tats in my face, my back and my arm

[Chorus]

[Outro: Mannie Fresh]
Yo, there it is, ya lil' low life
See, I'm a professional - you a rookie
Fuck, a game so serious I could sell a hooker some pussy
That's some serious shit
Oh yeah, believe that
Who we rollin wit?
We rollin wit Cash Money
Oh, I forgot about peace - Peace!
I mean.. piece of pussy, piece of land, piece of property
Just a mind game
Piece of mind, ya know
Piece of something, motherfucker!


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Trade it All

by Fabolous, P. Diddy & Jagged Edge

Artist: Fabolous, P. Diddy & Jagged Edge
song: trade it all
sent by: wolfpac43@hotmail.com(thanx dawg)

[Bootleger (walks in the barber shop while P.Diddy Fab & Ice Cube are waiting for a hair cut)]

[Bootleger]
"Yo wat up I got the new Fab, P.Diddy, Jagged Edge joint Trade It All"

[Ice Cube]
"Take Ya dusty a$$ next door wit them bootlegs man aint nobody wat that around here"

[Bootleger]
"Man this real man You tripin"

[Fabolous]
Uh-huh, yeah

[P.Diddy]
This moment they all been waitin’ for, playboy
We here now
We’re in the house now, for sure

[Chorus]
[Jagged Edge]
Girl, I’d trade it all, money, cars and everything
All, even give up my street dream
All, anything to have you on my team
All, baby girl, I’d trade it all

[Fabolous]
Hot storm, I’m so into you
‘Cause even before we hit the bedroom I was friends with you
If they ask, I ain’t gotta say whom in them interviews
My sweet thing never believe them rumors that been true
In fact I had no more expence, it’s true
But you was wifey could change me into a groom in a mintue boo
Maybe my sense of humor gets into you
But girl, they can make a perfume from the scent of you
I wanna take you there, feel like June in December too
So what you think about Cancun till the winter through
I don’t know whatever consumes you gonna do
I put a daytime to go to Bloomies and spend with you
Like any other man I will zoom to the clinic too
Now I wanna see if me and my junior’s identical
I zoom, put a moon on the skin of you
I swear to everything that same afternoon will begin to move, feel me

[Chorus]
[Jagged Edge]
Girl, I’d trade it all, money, cars and everything
All, even give up my street dream
All, anything to have you on my team
All, baby girl, I’d trade it all

Even give up my good green
All, and I’d give the watch and pinky ring
All, anything to have you on my team
All, baby girl, I’d trade it all

[P.Diddy]
Come here, girl, come and take a walk with me
So I could take you places you don’t often be
Come on, ma, come and get lost with me
As far as them other chicks, can’t get ‘em off-a me
Everlastin’ love in a whole other fashion
All I’m askin’, let me cash in
‘Cause I’ll give her passion, all of the Sean John flashin’
In orderly fashion perhaps when Figure it out
excatly wat diddy about cuz we can take this whole city out
Now who gon’ stop us, who gon’ knock us
Top us, we can’t find coppers to lock us
Leer jets and choppers, love helipopers
Separate the weak from the awesome
Me hard to keep, I gotcha
I rock ya word to big pa-pha I gotcha

[Chorus]
Jagged Edge
Girl, I’d trade it all, money, cars and everything
All, even give up my street dream
All, anything to have you on my team
All, baby girl, I’d trade it all

Even give up my good green
All, and I’d give the watch and pinky ring
All, anything to have you on my team
All, baby girl, I’d trade it all

[Fabolous]
Now what you want, huh

[P.Diddy]
(I’m gonna give this all up for you, Shorty)

[Fabolous]
Now what you want, huh
Now what you want, huh, huh, huh

[Fabolous]
Yeah
Yo’, this new comers known to move with the seasons
Couple winter lodges, few summer homes
And there for every uw, hum, and moon and make sure when the new hummer roams the shoes come in chrome
I ain’t new if ain't buy white yellow and Q'cumba stones
That send chills threw a womans bones
But life gives groove summer lones
Even though I got the kinda bread that won’t matter if a few crumbs are blown
Flights out of few summer loans
Now I wanna wake up every day with you in a new number zone
Ma-Me-ya its u I'ma phone
Just to erase all the negative view from your dome
And I promise this Fella G
And so case they hit comma of jealousy
And drama you tellin’ me, so mama come yell at me
So I could put the top down and we could cruise like
Tom and Penelope my charm is a felony

[Chorus]
[Jagged Edge]
Girl, I’d trade it all, money, cars and everything
All, even give up my street dream
All, anything to have you on my team
All, baby girl, I’d trade it all

Even give up my good green
All, and I’d give the watch and pinky ring
All, anything to have you on my team
All, baby girl, I’d trade it all

Money, cars and everything
All, even give up my street dream
All, anything to have you on my team
All, baby girl, I’d trade it all

Even give up my good green
All, and I’d give the watch and pinky ring
All, anything to have you on my team
All, baby girl, I’d trade it all

[P.Diddy]
Fabolous
Diddy
Desert Storm
Rock on, rock on
Bad Boy, yeah
Rock on, rock on
DJ Clue, Duro
Rock on, rock on
I trade it all, baby
That’s for life, that you love me
Stop playin’, let me holler at you, Boo

Come on, come on
Stop playin’, come on, come on
Stop playin’, come on, come on
Stop playin’, come on, come on
Stop playin’, come on, come on
Stop playin’, come on, come on
Stop playin’, come on, come on
Stop playin’, come on, come on
I trade it all






    
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Posted on Aug 6, 2002, 12:29 AM

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Just a Friend 2002

by Mario

Artist: Mario
Song: Just a Friend 2002
set by: BabyGurl20014@aol.com (thanx boo)


(Jamaican Man-Your Ready for me)

Verse 1
I wanna know your name and, I wanna know if you gotta man, (I wanna know), I wanna know everything, I wanna know your number and if I can come over and, I wanna know what your like, I wanna know so I can do it all night, but your tellin me i'm just a friend tellin me i'm just a friend

Chorus
Oh baby you (oh baby you)
got what I need(got what I need)
but you say i'm just a friend(say i'm just a friend)
but u say i'm just a friend
Cuz i can't be your fantasy(cuz I can't be your)
but you say i'm just a friend(say i'm just a friend)
but you say i'm just a friend

Verse 2
I wanna you in and out, I wanna know what your all about, (I wanna know) I wanna know what makes you laugh, I wanna know about your past, I wanna know how you move, I wanna know so I can move too(I wanna know), but your tellin me i'm just a friend, tellin me i'm just a friend

Chorus(Repeat Twice)

Hook 1
Can you give me one reason why you wouldn't want this kinda guy, cuz I stay dipped, I stay laced and I know you know i'm fly, girl stop playin' games with me and lets get it on tonight, you got nothin' to lose, let me do what I do baby

Chorus(Repeat Twice)

Come on Girl
Hook 2
You can call me anytime you like, doesn't matter day or night, we can do what ever you, wanna do it's up to you, don't fight the pain that you feel, I can tell that it's real, so won't you help me undertand, why you say i'm just friend

Chorus(sing until song ends)



    
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Posted on Jul 2, 2002, 4:25 PM

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Big Head

by Ms. Jade

Artist: Ms. Jade
Album: Big Head (Promo) 12"
Song: Big Head/Champion (Edit Version)
Typed by: PhiladeLfigga@yahoo.com

[Intro - Timbaland]
One time freak freaky uh uhm
Two time ah two uh uhm
Three time uh uh uh uhm
freaky four times freaky Ms. Jade

[Verse 1 - Ms. Jade (Ms. Jade singing)]
Ain't no other girl girl
Rub it in for the whole world world
Make it my du-ty
Try'n show off thinkin they can move me
(Here we go again) one time
(Never take me off my grind)
and I do it true true
Do me is my number one rule rule
Look I'm grown grown
Haters I'm leavin 'em long gone gone
Got 'em with they (hands up high)
Twisted at the bar I'm feelin (all right)
Show 'em (what they need to ride)
Dancin til they feet hurtin (all night)
cause I stack cheese cheese
I'm whatever its gonna be be
Uh, and its all to the good
Never been Hollywood cause I stand for the hood
Its a different (day now)
Watch how I'm makin the game (break down)
See me doin it it
I'm bout as good as its gonna get get
Uh, Philly chick get it down
If the flood is comin I promise I ain't gon' drown
Make the music (move you)
Timb's hittin you crazy so you can (groove to)
Uh Beat Club on the rise
and I got got g-got my eyes on the prize

[Chorus - Ms. Jade & Timbaland]
Get your big head on the floor
(get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor
(get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me groove like this
Get your big head on the floor
(get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor
(get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me groove like this

[Verse 2 - Ms. Jade (Ms. Jade singing)]
We done did it now now
Why don't you put your money on me now now
Make you feel free free
you ain't even on the same league league
From the sky to (house parties)
Sippin martinis under the (palm trees)
You can light it up up
Sick ceiling leave niggas thugs thugs
Whats really goin on on
Partyin to the break of dawn dawn
Uh, switchin lanes in the truck
and we know its gonna catch up but we still gettin drunk
Lets get (rooms for the night)
This a Timb trick so you (know its tight)
Uh, stackin the ching ching
and its obvious I'm gonna get a little vibrant thing
Tear the floor (up in the club)
Rappers (?) with (chicks and the thugs)
Move, from the bottom to the top
Got ya self a gun and get prepared for the glock
Uh, and its all to the love
Twist up your drink get your drink for your mugs
Uh, and its all to the love
Twist up your drinks get your drinks for your buzz

[Chorus x2]


[Phone Rings]
[Timbo:] Yo Jade
[Jade:] Yoo
[Timbo:] Yo I feel like theres alot of big head people out there
[Timbo:] That really don't understand why you are what you are
[Timbo:] See what im sayin? let em know about you, you ready to do that?
[Jade:] I think I'm ready to do that, I'm ready

[Beat switches to Champion]

[Ms. Jade + People yelling]
Jade the champ!

Big dreams and hurt feelins call me (Jade the champ!)
I put the weight on my shoulders where other bitchles slack (Jade the champ!)
who else you know could breathe life into a murdered track (Jade the champ!)
I done seen what y'all can do, nevermind that (Jade the champ)
Like to mix old with the new like a Philly throwback (Jade the champ)
Take your best shots I promise I'ma throw back (Jade the champ)
we can take it back to the days of the cadilliac (Jade the champ)
jumps out and handle that heat, candle melt your wax (Jade the champ)
Maybes and matter facts thats ms jade the fuckin champ (Jade the champ)
play the lower kid you softly like roberta flack (?) (Jade the champ)
and then they, and then they mad cause I'm statin facts (Jade the champ)
and then they, and then they hate when i pop the cap (Jade the champ)
that old nursery rhymin this shit ain't about that(Jade the champ)
My flow a mix between 180 proof and six packs (Jade the champ)
Spit circles see if you can get around see if you can get back (Jade the champ)
Before you jump best know exactly who you gettin at (Jade the champ)

[Chorus]
[Jade singing:]
champion once the people call my name
[People yelling:]
Jade the champ!
[Jade singing:]
champion once the people call my name
[People yelling:]
Jade the champ!


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Oh Nelly (come ride with me)

by Nelly

Artist: Nelly
Album: Nellyville
Song: Oh Nelly
Typed by: dj.flash@pobox.com

[Nelly]
They said a country boy, came through and then - changed the game
If you what you got ain't hot then - check your flame
If what you spittin ain't hittin then - check your aim
Your record sales start to slip and then - Nelly to blame
Now who you know come through first time on the scene
No set-ups, no guest appearances in between
Ride like a nigga drinkin gasoline
I keep it hot, like my dirty down in New Orleans
The Rams won the Superbowl, bought myself a ring
Whether you sparkle or you bling, don't matter same thing
Thug drinkin mo', but Don the King
I'm gettin pissy, with Tissy, Missy and Irene
Real close friends that like to try things
Me and my dirties we like to buy things
Fuck around and give me a license to fly things
Look up in the sky and have a Nelly sighting, like

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Skurrrrt, oh! (Gon' break it down)
Oh Nelly! (Gon' change that game around)
And I bet (y'all really gon' hate him now)
Why don't you come ride with me? Oooh-wee!

[Nelly]
First name Nelly, last name Nel
First letter C, last letter L
Six hundred fly by, what the hell?
V-12 full detail, sittin on Sprewell's
Who in? Can't tell, too much tint
But why the radio so loud? Too much spent
Never be a Bush man, too Bill Clint'
Both country boys, and if the head right, E.I.
Head for my residency, lovin my presidency
I do it like you never did see
Shady to them niggaz that's shadin me
Givin back to the ones that gave to me
Bought a Caddy for the man that created me (who?)
My daddy, call him Big Nelly (ooh!)
Pimp juice flowin through that bloodline cuz
Huh, see what it does? Yeah, you feel the buzz, like

[Chorus]

[Nelly]
One mo' time! N, E, dash L-L-Y
If you didn't like me then, gon' hate me now
Me and Murph' fogged out in the buggy I
With the, suction doors, two bad-ass whores
Holla at Yo, cause I need that custom made
Waves, fresh fade, brand new Band-Aid
Skurrrt, them boys ain't playin around
unless it's in to watch shorty (?) face hopscotch
Never tic-tac-toe, there's too many of those
I need a Rocky Dennis face - uhh, knowhatImean?
Then I'm good to roll; hey, out of control
New motto - never fuck the same hoe!
Tryin to catch Bilt, four 'more to go
From the bed to the flo', jackrabbit too pro
Knock 'em out, wake baby girl to let her know
Yo - you can't even stay here tonight, f'real, I'm sorry

[Chorus]

[Nelly - still talking over Chorus]
Y'know, cuz, my security they gon' be knockin on the door in a minute
and, if you ain't out ma it's, it's it's gon' be violence
Um, yeah, f'sure, nothin personal, fo'sho'

[Interlude]
Uh uh, uh, you come ride with me
Uh, uh uh, uh you come ride with me
Skurrrrrt! Uh uh, uh, uh you come ride with me
Uh uh, uh, uh, uh uh

[Chorus] - 1/2X


Posted on Jun 28, 2002, 7:59 PM

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I'm Built For This

by Cormega

Artist: Cormega
Album: The True Meaning
Song: I'm Built For This
Typed by: JDLC83@AOL.Com *

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It's time to separate the rookies from vets
Pussies from threats, truth and lies
Supplies from dealers and death
Im feeling this, I'm young and ruthless
Status unmatched undisputed, some assuming
My destiny to rep these streets
I'M BUILT FOR THIS
The will is too strong
Feel this numb from dealing too long
Its real count ya friends when you on
My pen is visual I'm real, men are miserable
I feel the tension growing
You hold a grudge, a 45 with infra holding no love
Hungry like my ribs are showing, as if you didn't notice
I spit the potent, uncut raw my mind is pure ferocious
Like a shark I tear you open cut you blood in my ocean
My pen it ghost people, like dope needles
When I rhyme theres no equal
The flow will freeze you, like medusa stair I'm so lethal
Obvious I'm a vill, with odds against me
Like Rasheed Wallace its hard to stick me
I'M BUILT FOR THIS
In the street, I'm powerful if shit gets dirty
30-30 clips will shower, you exist cause I allow you to live
I concord you, I kinda knew you was weak
I can see how cowards do
I write epic facing a scholar, question my life expectant
My essence is getting money, my oral life, Lexus
On the mic I'm relentlence, prosude the perfection
Ya new connect for pure, uncut raw - what
I caught a rush when ever my palms clutch a gun, pen or a ki
Or a dyme satisfy my every need
I write rhymes with killer instinct, yet to find a nigga iller then me
Some smile at my face, yet they still against me
I ??? the fake, never sleep or denie death for waste
Or compisate in the presence of snakes
When & where and time I'm measuring weight
You destine to think or where does he get this paper, son we nearly extinct
I realized that when burring spank, the real will parish ya life
Conceal evidence my rhyme skill is exelent
M - for the man
E - executioner
G - get money
A - all my niggas movin up
I'M BUILT FOR THIS
For real its in me, like R. K ill make you feel the big heat
The illest is me, the drug dealer empties semi-auto I conceal on these streets
To uphold the kiss of death and try to deal ki's and snort blow
You cant replace me
I live the rhyme I visualize, you aint real I see it in ya eyes
I spit nines, weight coke on scales thats digitalized
The realness I live and die, the streets I impitalize the trife life
I rock juels with ice, verbally I bruise mics
Mega live it I'm ghetto, my shit is chromed out
Give me a pen and watch a nigga zone out
I can't believe the shit I spit is from my own mouth


Posted on Jun 28, 2002, 7:57 PM

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Guilty

by Swizz Beatz f/ Bounty Killer

Artist: Swizz Beatz & Bounty Killer
Album: Guilty 12"
Song: Guilty
Typed by: Gemini_2050@Hotmail.com *

* send corrections to the typist

[Intro: Swizz Beatz]
Yo, yo, yo yo yo yo yo!
Yo yo yo, yo yo yo yo yo!
All my ladies up! All my fellas up!

[Bounty Killer] Rudebwoy
[Swizz Beatz] Yo yo yo yo, get up!

Chorus: ? (Swizz Beatz & Bounty Killer)
Just cause I'm guilty
(SB: All my ghettoes up! All my ghettoes up!)
(BK: Weh dem deh?)
There doing you wrong
(SB: Let's get it poppin, let's get it poppin, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo)
(BK: Jamaica!)
Just cause I'm guilty
(BK: We burn from Jamaica straight back to America)
Don't live at all
(BK: Philly! Manhattan! Yo!! Washington!!!)
(SB: Let's get the party started!!!)

[Verse 1: Swizz Beatz]
Now all my niggas stay dirty dirty, bust rounds by the thirty thirty
Frontin niggas y'all don't say a wordy wordy
Tired of y'all niggas frontin, and gettin away
But y'all niggas ain't gone leave today
I got that hot nine seven shit, drop dime never bitch
Y'all niggas know I ain't even got the leverage
Pullin out guns huh, never even usin 'em
Bounty we pull our guns and damn near abusin 'em
This goes out for my ghettoes in America
Real niggas stand if your fake I ain't hearin ya
And I don't need you on my album to sell
My name rings bells, so take it to hell (Hell)
This, is the New York, uh! stop that shit pause dog bitch rewind this
Oh, and I'm Swizz the monster
Y'all can hate all y'all want Ruff Ryders the sponsor

Chorus: ? (Bounty Killer)
Just cause I'm guilty
(BK: Ok!!! That's right!!!)
There doing you wrong
(BK: Ok!!! That's right!!!)
Just cause I'm guilty
(BK: Ok!!! That's right!!!)
Don't live it all
(BK:Ok!!! That's right!!! A weh dem a deal wit?)

[Verse 2: Bounty Killer]
From the streets of Jamaica I come in special delivery
Bounty Killer, Swizz Beatz the new discovery
Why dem mess with us and know say shit wouldn't be lovely?
Last bwoy weh diss mi well him still inna recovery
Now they wanna cry when situation gettin ugly
I am from the ghetto I know nothin bout your luxury
Hear dem cats they braggin say it's all about the benji
The riches and the bitches and the ice and the bentley
I am from the streets where thugs is dyin plenty
Have to be careful if you die before your twenty
I make a vow mi haffi reach before mi seventy
Brought up inna this thing just for a century, yo!

Chorus: ? (Bounty Killer)
Just cause I'm guilty
(BK: Ok!!! That's right!!!)
There doing you wrong
(BK: Ok!!! That's right!!!)
Just cause I'm guilty
(BK: Ok!!! That's right!!!)
Don't live it all
(BK:Ok!!! That's right!!! Bounty Killer, Swizz Beatz)

[Verse 3: Swizz Beatz]
Yo, yo we comin through we got that raw
Tell me what you workin for
We don't care about the bouncers comin through the front door
Swizz Beatz, Bounty Killer givin you the hardcore
Everybody standin up givin up the encore

[Bounty Killer]
Swizz Beatz my logo my motto, represent ghetto
Swizz, on your mark, get ready then let's go
I got to get these pesos to end all my stress so
The whole world mi let know no punk cannot test you

[Swizz Beatz]
We know it's all good till a playa act up (Easy)
And then I back up and make the clubs packed up
I, don't drink but I'll buy the bar
Give it all to the club but don't crash your car

[Bounty Killer]
Tell dem ghetto superstar, that's who we are
If that's not enough man a soldiers of war
With no riches and car, so faggots stay far
And a blar man a blar don't you see dem too hard?!

Chorus: ? (Bounty Killer)
Just cause I'm guilty
(BK: Ok!!! That's right!!!)
There doing you wrong
(BK: Ok!!! That's right!!!)
Just cause I'm....

[Outro: Bounty Killer]
OK!!! That's right!!!
OK!!! That's right!!!

[Swizz Beatz]
You just heard a world premiere, Swizz Beatz, Bounty Killer
This is our year, any haters yo get outta here!!!
Yo yo, yo yo yo, easy man, just bounce
Just bounce, I'm back on this scene
I got my feet playin on the groung for you cowards huh!!!
Oh, yeah, y'all ain't ready for the war?!
Bounty! I'm a check you in Jamaica, I be in the hood in uptown, New York
Or you catch me down at the dirty dirty, A.T.L.
Or you can catch me, on the west coast, that Cali Cali Cali Cali Cali
Catch me at that midwest, hey! I'm all over the world
Uh!!! Now be easy dog!!! one...


Posted on Jun 28, 2002, 7:55 PM

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Whoa Now

by B-Rich

Artist: B-Rich
Song: Whoa Now
Sent by: lionthemad


[Singing]
We're movin' on up
To the east side (We're movin' on up)
To a deluxe apartment in the sky
We're movin' on up (We're movin' on up)
To the east side (We're movin' on up)
We finally got a piece of the pie

[Verse 1]
Watch these come and gettin' em
Know fo sho
Yo, get your back up off the wall
And get your feet on the floor
You see the boy at the bar wit the glass so tall
When I'm done baby dogg
I'ma show you Baltimore
Right now we gon' party
Bacardi give me some more
It's off the rack the club packed
I'm two-cut like two doors
Of course I do my two-step
Give em too much
I mustered up bad
I drop ashes in my cup
I had enough they throwin' boes
See I'm swingin' this chick
I had my arm around this smut game
Puttin' in work
Before we work I got to book somethin'
So baby stop frontin'
I got the drink and the smoke
Ain't got to buy nothin'
Not bluffin'
It's goin' down understand me
I like my birds nasty
I burst in them cashmeres
Everything, and you know what I came for
Right now it's goin' down
Let me on the dance floor

[Hook x2]
Whoa now, that's what the old men say
I party like it's my birthday
Drinkin' and still thirsty
Whoa now, shorty gimme what you got
It's my car lot us, gettin' hotter

[Verse 2]
I came to shake a load off
So take you coat off
Mix drinks what you think
OJ and Smirnoff
I sip it all
Hey, what can I say
See I just got paid so I'm feelin' the swig
And I'm tryin' get laid
I'm buyin' drinks and they love it
Divas growin' cheaper
Hoochie bag and hoochie bucket
Takin' shots from my cousin
He don' know how to act
Came straight out the woods
And the club wit a sack
Like what you know no good
But I know I pimp nasty
Sneakers is off the meter
You can't help wit the clap
Can't help but the boogie
Get loose but don't push me
We came so deep
And we're all wearin' hoodies
All my eighty-dime soldiers
What you doin' tonight
Now, put yo eight-dimes up
You made enough for the night
Let's take a break
Let's spend some cake
You ain't enjoyin' your life
Yo, we been workin' all week
So we gon' do it tonight
Come on

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3]
All my east-side boys put ya guns up
Pull out the knife cuz we gon' party till the law comes
Them boys yellin' where they from
I represent too
They throwin' game signs
See, I'm throwin' W's (Westside)
I'm screamin' eighty-dubs
I swear to God it's goin down
I don't remember where I parked
And I'm stuck in town
One night in Baltimore
I bet ya never leave
My boy I know I can't help it but to love these streets
C'mon (We finally got a-)
C'mon, c'mon (We finally-)
C'mon, whoa now (We finally got a piece of the-)
C'mon, c'mon, whoa now (We finally-)
Whoa now (We finally-)
C'mon, c'mon, whoa now (We-we finally got a piece of the pie)
That's what the old men say
I party like it's my birthday
Drinkin' and still thirsty

[Hook x2]



Posted on Jun 28, 2002, 7:49 PM

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Work It Out

by Beyoncé

Artist: Beyoncé
Song: Work It Out
Album: Austin Powers 3

How ya doin’, hug me, baby
You know I don’t ask for much
But for a girl spendin’ time alone
Can be pretty rough


But I get a knock on my door
You know it’s yours for sure
We can’t wait for the bedroom
So we just hit the floor


Is y’all alright
I don’t know, but I know what I know what’s happened
to me, girl, hey
Is y’all alright
Uh, break it down now


Is y’all alright
I don’t know, but I know what I know what’s happened
to me, girl
Is y’all alright
Uh, break it down now


He gotta work it out
He gotta work it out
A brother gotta work it out
Whoa...whoa...


Chad, blow your horn now
Come on, Chad, blow your horn now
Chad, blow your horn now
Come on, Chad, blow your horn now


So we’re shakin’ back and forth now
Just keep it comin’, babe
Dream about it like a good song
You gotta, you gotta keep on strummin’


But in the back of my mind
Is it gonna be the last time
Well, if it ain’t about eleven and you gon’ keep it
comin’
Well, baby, with me that’s fine


Is y’all alright
I don’t know, but I know what I know what’s happened
to me, girl
Is y’all alright
Uh, break it down now


Is y’all alright
I don’t know, but I know what I know what’s happened
to me, girl
Is y’all alright
Uh, huh, break it down now


He gotta work it out
He gotta work it out, whoa...
Brother gotta work it out
Oh...whoa...


Chad, blow your horn now
Come on, Chad, blow your horn now
Chad, blow your horn now
Come on, Chad, blow your horn now


I like this
Ooh...ooh...hey
Uh
Look-a here
Bring it


So baby, hold me
Like you don’t wanna let go
I’m so Foxxy
‘Cause boy, you’re workin’ it out


My love you’ve given me a taste of your honey
I want the whole beehive
I’m gonna call you my sugar to fly high
The sweetest time


You gotta work it out
You gotta work it out
Oh, you gotta work it out
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh


I like it when you hold your own
I like it when you hold your own
I like it when you hold your own
I like it when you hold your own


Austin better work it out
Foxxy better work it out
AP3 better work it out
AP3 better work it out





Posted on Jun 28, 2002, 7:45 PM

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Dilemma

by Nelly f/ Kelly Rowland

Artist: Nelly f/ Kelly Rowland (of Destiny's Child)
Song: Dilemma
Album: Nellyville

I love and I need you
Nelly, I love you, I do
Need you


No matter what I do
All I think about is you
Even when I’m with my Boo
Boy, you know I’m crazy over you


No matter what I do
All I think about is you
Even when I’m with my Boo
You know I’m crazy over you


Uh-uh-uh-uh
I met this chick and she just moved right up the block
from me
And she got the hots for me, the finest thing I need
to see
But oh, no, no, she got a man and a son, oh-oh, but
that’s okay
‘Cause I wait for my cue and just listen, play my
position
Like a shortstop, pick up e’rything mami hittin’
And in no time I better make this friend mine and
that’s for sure
‘Cause I-I never been the type to break up a happy
home
But there’s something ‘bout baby girl, I just can’t
leave her ‘lone
So tell me, ma, what’s it gonna be
She said, "You don’t know what you mean to me," come
on


No matter what I do
All I think about is you
Even when I’m with my Boo
Boy, you know I’m crazy over you


No matter what I do
All I think about is you
Even when I’m with my Boo
You know I’m crazy over you


Uh-uh-uh-uh
I see a lot in your look and I never say a word
I know how n****s start actin’ trippin’ , and hate up
all the girls
And there’s no way Nelly go for it
Ain’t f***in’ with no dame, as you could see
But I-I like your steeze, your style, your whole
demeanor
The way you come through and holler, and swoop me in
his two-seater
Now that’s gangsta and I got special ways to thank ya,
don’t you forget it
But it ain’t that easy for you to back up and leave
him
But you and me we got ties for different reasons
I respect that and right before I turned to leave
She said, "You don’t know what you mean to me," come
on


No matter what I do
All I think about is you
Even when I’m with my Boo
Boy, you know I’m crazy over you


No matter what I do
All I think about is you
Even when I’m with my Boo
You know I’m crazy over you


Sing it for me, K


I love and I need you
Nelly, I love you, I do
And it’s more than you’ll ever know
Boy, it’s for sure
You can always count on my love
Forever more, yeah, yeah


East coast, I know you’re shakin’ right
Down south, I know you’re bouncin’ right
West coast, I know you’re walkin’ right
(‘Cause you don’t know what you mean to me)
Midwest, I see you swingin’ right


No matter what I do
All I think about is you
Even when I’m with my Boo
Boy, you know I’m crazy over you


No matter what I do
All I think about is you
Even when I’m with my Boo
You know I’m crazy over you


East coast, I know you’re shakin’ right
Down south, I know you’re bouncin’ right
West coast, I know you’re walkin’ right
(You don’t know what you mean to me)
Midwest, I see you swingin’ right


East coast, you’re still shakin’ right
Down south, I know you’re bouncin’ right
West coast, I know you’re walkin’ right
(You don’t know what you mean to me)
Midwest, you’re still swingin’ right


No matter what I do
All I think about is you
Even when I’m with my Boo
Boy, you know I’m crazy over you


No matter what I do
All I think about is you
Even when I’m with my Boo
You know I’m crazy over you


Yeah, yeah


East coast, I know you’re shakin’ right
Down south, I know you’re bouncin’ right
West coast, I know you’re walkin’ right
(You don’t know what you mean to me)
Midwest, I see you swingin’ right


East coast, you’re still shakin’ right
Down south, I know you’re bouncin’ right
West coast, I know you’re walkin’ right
(You don’t know what you mean to me)
Midwest, you’re still swingin’ right



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Grindin'

by The Clipse f/ Pharrell (Of the Neptunes)

Artist: The Clipse f/ Pharrell Williams (N.E.R.D.)
Album: Lord Willin'
Song: Grindin'
Typed by: fatfathead@aol.com

[Pharrell] & (Pusha T in sing-song voice)
Yo...
I go by the name... (I'm yo' pusha)
of Pharrell from the Neptunes...
And I just wanna let y'all know... (I'm yo' pusha)
The world is about to feel...
Something... (I'm yo' pusha), that they've never felt before
C'mon

(Pusha T)
From ghetto to ghetto, to backyard to yard
I sell it whip on whip, it's off the hard
I'm the...neighborhood pusha
Call me subwoofer, 'cause I pump "base" like that, Jack
On or off the track, I'm heavy cuz
Ball 'til you fall cause you could duck to the fetti govs
Sorry my love, what I'm seeing through these eyes
Benz convoys with the wagon on the side
Only big boys keep deuces on the ride
Gucci Chuck Taylor with the dragon on the side
Man, I make a buck, why scram?
I'm trying to show y'all who the fuck I am
The jewels is flirting me, damned if I'm hurting
Legend in two games like I'm Pee Wee Kirkland
Platinum on the block with consistent hits
While Pharrell keep talking this music shit

[Chorus: Pharrell]
......Grindin'! (Ahhh)
......Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
...(Hu-huuh...)

(Malice overlapping last line of Chorus)
Patty cake, patty cake, I'm the baker's man
I bake them cakes as fast as I can
And you can tell by how my bread stack up
And disguised in this rap so the feds back up
Watch it, like my whip, like my chick, topless
Doing a buck-six with me in the cockpit
Grindin' cousin, I got hoes for a dozen
Even eleven-5, if I see ya keep it comin'
And my weight, that's just as heavy as my name
So much dough, I can't swear I won't change
Excuse me if my wealth got me full of myself
Cocky, something that I just can't help
'Specially when them 20's is spinning like windmills
And the ice 32 below minus the wind chill
Filthy, the word that best defines me
I'm just grinding man, y'all nevermind me

[Chorus]
......Grindin'! (Ahhh)
......Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
...(Hu-huuh...)

[Hook: The Clipse in sing-song voice and (Pharrell)]
Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining (Whooof...)
Niggas better stay in line, when (Whooof...)
When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!)
Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining (Whooof...)
Niggas better stay in line, when (Whooof...)
When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!)

(Malice)
My grind's 'bout family, never been about fame
From days I wasn't "Abel/able", there was always "Cain/caine"
Four and a half will get you in the game
Anything less is just a goddamn shame
Guess the weight, my watch got blue chips in the face
Glock with two tips, whoever gets in the way
Not to mention the hideaway that rests by the lake
Consider my raw demeanor the icing on the cake
I'm Grinding
(Pusha T overlapping Malice's last line)
I move 'caine like a criple
Balance weight through the hood
Kids call me Mr. Sniffles
Other hand on my nickel--
Plated whistle, one eye closed I'll hit you
As if I was Slick Rick my aim is still an issue
Lose your soul in... whichever palm I'm holdin'
One'll leave you frozen, the other, noddin' and dozin'
I'm grindin' Jack

[Chorus]
...Grindin'! (Ahhh)
...Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
...(Hu-huuh...)

[Hook: The Clipse in sing-song voice and (Pharrell)]
Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining
Niggas better stay in line, when
When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!)
Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining
Niggas better stay in line, when
When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!)


Posted on Jun 28, 2002, 7:40 PM

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I'm Gonna Be Alright (remix)

by Jennifer Lopez f/ Nas

Song - I'm Gonna Be Alright (remix)
Artist - Jennifer Lopez feat. Nas
sent by: detroit2shine@yahoo.com


(JLopez) Ohh yes
(Nas) uh this for you girl

(Nas)
Yo, I took you from the projects
put the best clothes in ya closet
like Ginger from "Casino" ,and now you a pro
we was like Joe DiMaggio and Marilyn Monroe
All ya jealous girlfriends hatin waitin
So I put the cars in yo hand
All I know is Nas was yo man
It was so real, boats and sixes
Special Japanese chefs makin home cooked dishes
Plenty trips, invisible sets
You know what you missin

(JLopez)
Money, cars, for a while
walked around with a smile
but deep inside, I could hear
voices telling me "this ain't right"
don't you know, it's not for you
I always knew what I had to do
but it's hard to get away
cause I love you I just got to say

-chorus-
(female)
I used to say I didn't do it but I did it
after tellin everybody that I wasn't with it
though it brings tears to my eyes I can feel it
and I know inside that I'm gonna be alright
I said I couldnt do it but I did it
after telling everybody that I wasnt with it
though it brings tears to my eyes I can feel it
and that voice inside says I'm gonna be alright

(JLopez)
Friends of mine say to me
Say you got control over me
You're not alone, I played my part
saw the way you were from the start
cus I expect so much from you
You had a girl when I first met you
Did the best that you could do
Now I realize that I can't change you

-chorus-

(JLopez)
Said I wouldn't walk away
Some days I want to stay
But leaving you is what I need to do to be OK
I never thought it would be true
be leaving without you
so now it's time for me to make that move

(Nas)
huh this life is crazy
uh check it

yo nobody understands me, Im dealin with pressure
my peoples is locked in a jail cell with no bail stressin
guess its the life of a kingpin
Rap Stephen King, rock bling
like neon lights, we gon be alright
But it's like you feelin lesser
claim Im actin like a retard
writin me and my boys
we start fights, with will I'm in charge
you scream I'm in the streets all night
Or where was I at, ya found light brown hairs on my hat
I'm slow caught

-chorus-















    
This message has been edited by tidepoetry on Jun 28, 2002 8:03 PM

Posted on Jun 19, 2002, 2:11 AM

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I Get High

by Styles (of the Lox)

Artist: Styles
Album: I Get High 12"
Song: I Get High
Typed by: Air23no1@aol.com

I Get High, I Get High
I Get High, I Get High
I Get High, I Get High
I Get High on your memories
High on your memories
High on your memories

I Get High, high, high, high (Everyday)
I Get High, high, high, high (Everynight)
I Get High, high, high, high (All the time)
Highhhh (In background thoughout song)

[Verse One- Styles]
Everyday I need an ounce and a half
S.P.: the only flow'er that you know with a bounce in a half
Listen kid, I need a mountain of cash
So I could roll up, hop in the whip and like, bounce to the ave
I get, high cuz I'm in the hood, the guns in around
It take a blunt just to ease the pain that humble me now
And I'd rather roll somethin up
Cuz if I'm sober dogg, I just might flip, grab my guns and hold somethin up
I get high as a kite
I'm in the zone all alone, muthafucka 'case I'm dyin tonight
So I roll em up back to back, fat as I could
You got beef with Styles P, I come to slide to the hood

[Chorus]
I Get High, high, high, high (Everyday)
I Get High, high, high, high (Everynight)
I Get High, high, high, high (All the time)
High, high, high, high (Everyday)
I Get High, high, high, high (Everynight)
I Get High, high, high, high (All the time)
I Get High, high, high, high
Highhhh

[Verse Two- Styles]
Ayo, I smoke like a chim-in-ney
Matta fact I, smoke like a gun
When a killa see his enemy
I smoke like Bob Marley did
Add to that, that I smoke like the Hippies did back in the 70's
Spit with the finishing touch
Get this, that I'ma finish you before I finish the dutch
I get high like the birds and the planes
I get high when, bullets hit faces after words exchanged
I get a rush off the blunt and the walls, you understand
Like the M-5 pedal when its touchin the floor
I get high cuz fuck it, what's better to do
And I'ma neva give a fuck cuz i'm better than you

[Chorus]

[Verse Three- Styles]
I'ma smoke til my lungs collapse
I'm from a era where
Niggas cause terror over guns and crack
Where a dolla bill is powerful
I smoke weed cuz time seem precious, and I know what a hour do
High for a livin, gots ta ride for a livin
Wit my real gangsta niggas that'll die for a livin
Shit I get as high as I could
Cuz if you see things like I see things
Cuz I'ma die in the hood
Muthafucka understand its full service to you
I don't smoke the weed if it aint purple or blue
And you could name any rapper, if you want he could die
This is S.P. dump it in, you bitch I get high

[Chorus Til Fade]


Posted on Jun 7, 2002, 10:56 AM

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Nod Ya Head (Black Suits Comin )

by Will Smith

Artist: Will Smith
Album: Men In Black II Soundtrack
Song: Black Suits Comin' (Nod Ya Head)
Typed by: SNP607@aol.com



Intro:
(Come Come on)
(Come on Come Come on M-I-B)
(The Black Suits Comin)
(The Black Suits Comin)

I'm Comin... I'm Comin... I'm Comin... I'm Comin
I am the man in black I'm back
Breaking the back of the random attackers
So can the flak
Yo Im dangerous
I've been trained to bust
When a stranger fuss try to endanger us
Praise me y'all
Dont nothing faze me y'all
When they see me their gaze be all crazy y'all
They say I'm a myth
Trust me if somebody riff
Out of the depth of your imagination appears Will Smith
Black suit, the black shades, the black shoes
black tie with the black attitude
New style black Ray-Bans
I'm stunning man
New hotness pitch black six hundred man
Don't you understand?
What you thought I wouldnt come again?
Leave you hanging without bringing you the fun again?
Tangling with the alien scum again
Monumental it's the black suits running in

Chorus 1:
(Nod Ya Head! The Black Suits Comin')
Let me see you (Nod Ya Head! The Black Suits Comin')
Like this, let me see you (Nod Ya Head! The Black Suits Comin')
Like this, let me see you bop your head, nod your head, come on!
(Nod Ya Head! The Black Suits Comin')
Let me see you (Nod Ya Head! The Black Suits Comin')
Like this, let me see you (Nod Ya Head!The Black Suits Comin')
Like this (Nod Ya Head!)

Check it
Yo it's this chick right
Serlena, making me sick right
Earth is worthless to her she be tripping like
Threatening me and my mens
Trying to get the light
Thinking she's superwoman
But black kryptonite finishing whatever you start son
The best looking crime fighter since myself in part one
Better act right and play nice and sing along
'Cause K is back and he hype
What? Bring it on!
Wanna brawl with me? Trying to brawl with me?
Unh Unh What What
Yo... what what... then... lemme... see you just...
Come on... just come on and

Chorus 2:
(Nod Ya Head! The Black Suits Comin')
Like this, let me see you (Nod Ya Head! The Black Suits Comin')
Let me see you (Nod Ya Head! The Black Suits Comin')
Like this, let me see you(Nod Ya Head! M-I-B)
Let me see you (Nod Ya Head! The Black Suits Comin')
Let me see you (Nod Ya Head!)
Come on! Come on! Let me see you (Nod Ya Head! The Black Suits Comin')
Like this, let me see you (Nod Ya Head!)

Check it, Check it
Yo, case closed
Erase my foes
Chased away by the black suits, shades, and clothes
We above the law
Feds can't touch me y'all
Highly ranked black blank I.D. card
So disregard what you think you saw
Put that phone down now
Who you think you calling huh?
One little flash then good night there
Just open your eyes honey look right there
Thank you mission completed
I mean it we won't be defeated
You seen it we did it even with weapons depleted
Galaxy defenders don't act like you don't remember
Taking contenders and proving they only pretenders
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls
The Men In Black is back to protect the world
When the enemy is near the elite is hear
So have no fear just let me see you

Chorus 3:
(Nod Ya Head! the Black Suits Comin')
Come on! (Nod Ya Head! the Black Suits Comin')
Like this, let me see you (Nod Ya Head! the Black Suits Comin')
Like this, let me see you (Nod Ya Head! M-I-B)
(Nod Ya Head! M-I-B) Woo!
(Nod Ya Head! The Black Suits Comin') Unh!
(Nod Ya Head! M-I-B)
Yo, yo (Nod Ya Head!)

Yo, Yo
If you want to rock just say (Ooo-oh!)
Tell me if you want to rock just say (Ooo-oh!)
If you want to rock just say (Ooo-oh!)
Come on if you want to rock jusy say (Ooo-oh!)
Yo if you want to rock just say (Ooo-oh!)
Tell me if you want to rock just say (Ooo-oh!)
If you want to nod just say (Ooo-oh!)
Tell me if you want to rock just say (Ooo-oh!)
Ha!


Posted on Jun 7, 2002, 10:55 AM

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JD's Reply **DISSING EMINEM, DRE & Timberland**

by Jermaine Dupri

Artist: Jermaine Dupri
Album: JD's Reply {White Label} 12"
Song: JD's Reply (Jackin' 4 Beats)
Typed by: Swoosh8888@aol.com *

* send corrections to the typist

[J.D.]
Gimme dat beat fool, it's a full time jack move
Fuck y'all I'll make the motherfuckin track move
And Eminem, Tim, Tom, Dick, and Hank
Already know that I'm something ya'll ain't
A little young non-stopper
And from Rap to R&B I'm breaking niggas off proper
With that S-O S-O DEF M-O-B; fuck Dre, this J.D.
And here's how I'm a greet ya
Stop (Record Scratches) fool - come off that beat (Beat Changes)

Ya should've never fucked with College Park
You little gay ass mark
All you can say about me is that I'm short
But my dough is long
Dr. Dre motherfucker come on
See I know you don't do half the work in the studio
Plus you like letting niggas play with your booty hole
Whoa!!! Off in Dre dick he choked
Timbaland's in the house "What up loc"?
Niggas don't even think about it (uh uh)
Are better yet motherfucker you need to think about it
You same beat makin non-rappin individ-ual
I was makin what you make now when I was a child (ha)
You still try to come up, look at you and look at me
Nigga don't try to run up
Cause you'll get bang something sweet
J-D-U-P-R-I and I'm jacking y'all beats (Beat Changes)

Di Di Da Di Di Di Di Da Di Day (Ha)
Who gives a fuck about a Timbaland and Dre?
A-T-L-A-N-T-A is where I'm from
And I'm a keep on dropping these bombs, see
I think that we too big to be battleing
But I'm sick and tired of hearing you motherfuckers keep babblen
Ya so stick this in your ass for a minute

(Talking) (Beat Changes)
And if you come at me again
I'm a come right back at your ass three times harder
Fo sho, I do this nigga, fuck y'all
Oh yeah, Eminem, I left you out deliberately - you know why?
Cause to me you like a character in Disney World
Known for dissing pop groups and Justin's Ex-Girl
Shit don't nobody take you serious (Laughing)
Naw, you dont get no credit fo that
Nigga, you dont get no credit fo that
Motherfucker


Posted on Jun 7, 2002, 10:53 AM

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Jigga You Bitch Ass **DISSING JAYZ**

by Prodigy

Artist: Prodigy (of Mobb Deep)
Album: Doo-Whoop Mixtape
Song: Jigga You Bitch Ass
Typed & sent by: JDLC83@AOL.Com (thanx dawg

[Prodigy Talkin']
This is for my nigga Doo-Whoop, the fuck ya know
bout that shit right here (2001) ya hear???
then who imma talk about then?
yeah, yeah this is for the world to hear you heard me
this is Pee right here the H.N.I.C right here
Head-Nigga-In-Charge
infamous mobb deep, ya'll niggas is clowns
straight up man you know how we do
shit. fuckin' Hoe ass nigga HOVA ass nigga
infamous records nigga, Barz N Hooks Mother fucker
this is for you bitch ass nigga
yo, let's do it come on.....

[Verse]
yo we got ya sized up, so what ya gonna do?
cause sooner or later we gonna bump heads wit you
and when that time come we gonna pound out ya crew
crystal bottle ya face, break you off a taste of this gangsta shi