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Closet Freak

by Cee-Lo

Artist: Cee-Lo
Album: Closet Freak 12"
Song: Closet Freak
Typed by: bootleg210@msn.com

Yeah.. ooh..
You so freaky..
You so freaky shorty..
Ooh you so freaky..
Shit, you so freaky shorty..
Uh uh, you so freaky..
Ooh Lord, you so freaky..
Mmm uh, you so freaky shorty..
HAH HAH!!

[Cee-Lo]
Now everybody that's grown got skeleton bones they got hidden away
Yes y'all there's a freak in us all, yet some choose not to say
You can't let those who ain't yet, make you they lil' ball of clay
Be free and express yourself, nastiness comes naturally
Listen to me now
It could be the way I wanna freak a song, tattoos, or the way I dress
Or it could be; I wanna walk my way and refusin to follow the rest
Or when people haven't been where you been
and they say you still going too far
Or when you wit ya girl and
Pull over and fuck somethin in the back of the car

[Hook]
I'm a freak!
A closet freak!
A freak!
Awwww a freak!

[Cee-Lo after each pause in hook]
I'm so excited, go on and say it
Oh I'm a freak, yes I'm a freak, and just can't fight it
I'm so excited, go on and say it
If you a freak, say you a freak, don't try to fight it

[Cee-Lo]
You got to let the music freak your mind
All the way, if yo' brain leavin don't mind
You know a boyfriend thing is hard to find
Get on the floor mama and bump and grind
Ain't nuttin wrong wit - You only gon' get
But it ain't no fun if ya freakin all the mo'nin
I'll tell you one clue - If you want you gon' do it
All you got to do is find somebody like you

[Hook]
A freak!
A closet freak!
A freak!
Awwww a freak!

[Cee-Lo after each pause in hook]
I'm so excited, go on and say it
Oh I'm a freak, yes I'm a freak, and just can't hide it
I'm so excited, go on and say it
If you a freak, say you a freak
(Wait a minute, where the God-damn horns?)

{music plays with Cee-Lo vocalizing and singing}

[Cee-Lo]
La-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-laaaaah!

FREAK! - Sometimes I like freakin in the mornin
FREAK! - Sometimes I like freakin at night
FREAK! - Some people like freakin just lightly
FREAK! - Some people think freakin ain't right
FREAK! - Some people like freakin outside now
FREAK! - Some people like freakin in the club
FREAK! - Some people like freakin on the express-way
FREAK! - Some people keen doin it in public
FREAK! - Some people like freakin with the lights out
FREAK! - Some people hell just don't care
FREAK! - Some people like freakin 'bout money
FREAK! - Some people like freakin anywhere
FREAK! - You a freak?
FREAK! - Are you a freak?
FREAK! - I'm a freak
FREAK! - Big ol' freak

{music plays till fade}


Posted on Mar 18, 2002, 3:01 PM

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Reebok Allen Iverson Commercial

by Jadakiss

Artist: Jadakiss
Album: Reebok Allen Iverson Commercial (TV, or www.RBK.com)
Song: Reebok Allen Iverson Commercial
Typed by: ao2k3@hotmail.com

[Jadakiss]
Ugh
Yo check 'em out, its the new A5's you gotta rock em
They even put a zone in the league to try to stop him
He's the Answer and the problem, you don't want it with
The way that boy go to the hole and take punishment
The young boss of the cross for four quarters
And from three point land, he's all water
Matter fact, call him the king
The way he breaks down the defense
Its like he got the ball on a string
And he will blow by you fast
Penetrate and dish it off
Or let it go high off the glass, ugh
All you need is a pair of these, nuttin else
Ya hesitation is stoppin, poppa we sumthin else
Trackmasters and J-to-da-Muah
I keep an extra pair in my car
In case ya wanna take it to the park, high percentage
I'ma make it from the arc, take it from the heart
Hehe, this is Kiss talkin to you, the A5 limited edition
Reebok brought em to you
Even on the court we stay fly, Jada and A.I.
Make sure you go get the A5's
Even on the court we stay fly, Jada and A.I.
Make sure you go get the A5's


Posted on Mar 11, 2002, 9:00 PM

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Foolish

by : Ashanti

Artist: Ashanti
Song: Foolish
sent by: lionthemad


See, my days are cold without you
But I'm hurtin' while I'm with you
And though my heart can't take no more
I keep on running back to you

See, my days are cold without you
But I'm hurtin' while I'm with you
And though my heart can't take no more
I keep on running back to you

Baby, I don't know why you treat me so bad
You says you love me, no one above me
And I was all you had
And though my heart is eatin' for you
I can't stop cryin'
I don't know how I allow you to treat me this way
And still I stay

See, my days are cold without you
But I'm hurtin' while I'm with you
And though my heart can't take no more
I keep on running back to you

See, my days are cold without you
But I'm hurtin' while I'm with you
And though my heart can't take no more
I keep on running back to you

Baby, I don't know why you wanna do me wrong
See, when I'm home, I'm all alone
And you are always gone
Boy, you know I really love you
I can't deny
I can't see how you can bring me to so many tears
After all these years

See, my days are cold without you
But I'm hurtin' while I'm with you
And though my heart can't take no more
I keep on running back to you

See, my days are cold without you
But I'm hurtin' while I'm with you
And though my heart can't take no more
I keep on running back to you

Oh, I just need you, I just need you
So sad, so sad, what love will make you do
All the things that we accept
Be the things that we regret
So all of my ladies
Feel me, come on sing with me

See when I get the strength to leave you
Always tell me that you need me
And I'm weak cuz I believe you
And I'm mad because I love you
So I stop and think that maybe
You could learn appreciate me
Then it all remains the same that
You ain't never gonna change, never gonna change
Never gonna change

See, my days are cold without you
But I'm hurtin' while I'm with you
And though my heart can't take no more
I keep on running back to you

See, my days are cold without you
But I'm hurtin' while I'm with you
And though my heart can't take no more
I keep on running back to you

Baby, why you hurt me
Leave me and desert me
Boy, I gave you all my heart
And all you did was tear it up
Lookin' out my window
Knowing that I should go
Even when I pack my bags
There's something always holds me back


Posted on Mar 11, 2002, 8:51 PM

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I Need a Girl

by P. Diddy f/ Loon & Usher

Artist: P. Diddy f/ Loon, Usher
Album: I Need a Girl 12"
Song: I Need a Girl (Remix)
Typed by: ShOrTy_So_SeXy@BlackPlanet.com *

* send corrections to the typist

[P. Diddy]
Yeah, Yeah
I need a, I want a

[Usher]
I need a girl to ride, ride, ride
I need a girl to make my wife
I need a girl who's mine oh mine
I need a girl in my life

[P. Diddy]
Yo, I'm internationally known on the microphone
I got it all, but I really need a wife at home
I don't really like the zone, never spend the night alone
I got a few, you would like to bone
But, chicks don't romance me, don't tickle my fancy
Only Tiffany, Nancy; that's not what my plans be
I need a girl that could stand me, raise me a family
Go to trips at the Lancy, trip to the Grammy's cause
Most of these girls be confusin me
I don't know if they really love me or they usin me
Here's the money, or maybe you ain't used to me
Cause you was depressed and now you abusin me
That's why I need a girl that be true to me
Know bout the game, and know how to do to me
Without a girl on my side, shit I ruin me
Forget the word, it's just you and me

[P. Diddy & Usher]
Now let's ride.....

[Chorus.:.Usher]
I need a girl to ride, ride, ride
I need a girl to make my wife
I need a girl who's mine oh mine
I need a girl in my life
I need a girl to ride, ride, ride
I need a girl to be my wife
Nobody else cuz she's all mine
I need a girl in my life

[Loon]
Yo, now I have had a lot of women in my lifetime
But see it's not a lot of women that got the right mind
I done had pretty chicks with all the right features
And hoodrat chicks that only rock sneakers
Cellphones and beepers, and know how to treat ya
You break her heart, she'll walk out and leave ya
I find a girl, I'ma keep her
Cuz now I'm gettin money and the game gettin deeper
I want some real shit, I need somebody I can chill with
I need somebody I can build with
I need somebody I can hold tight
With the time and no full limits, no right
Anytime we together would feel so right
You the girl I been lookin for my whole life
God bless me, I'm glad I got the insight
It's cuz of you girl, now I understand life

[Loon & Usher]
I need a girl...

[Chorus.:.Usher]
I need a girl to ride, ride, ride
I need a girl to make my wife
I need a girl who's mine oh mine
I need a girl in my life
I need a girl to ride, ride, ride
I need a girl to be my wife
Nobody else cuz she's all mine
I need a girl in my life

[P. Diddy]
I had a girl that would've died for me
Didnt 'preciate her so I made her cry for me
Every night she had tears in her eyes for me
Quarter K's, shorty took the whole ride for me
First we were friends then became lovers
You was more than my girl, we was like brothers
All night we would play fight under covers
Now you gone, can't love you like I really wanna
But everytime I think about your pretty smile
And how we used to drive the whole city wild
Damn I wish you would've had my child
A pretty little girl wit Diddy's smile
This shit is wild
All dem days that I reminisce
About the way I use to kiss dem pretty lips
But as long as you happy, I'ma tell you this
I love you girl and you're the one that I will always miss
I love you, yeah

[Chorus.:.Usher]
I need a girl to ride, ride, ride
I need a girl to make my wife
I need a girl who's mine oh mine
I need a girl in my life
I need a girl to ride, ride, ride
I need a girl to be my wife
Nobody else cuz she's all mine
I need a girl in my life
I need a girl to ride, ride, ride
I need a girl to make my wife
I need a girl who's mine oh mine
I need a girl in my life
I need a girl to ride, ride, ride
I need a girl to be my wife
Nobody else cuz she's all mine
I need a girl in my life
I need a girl to ride, ride, ride
I need a girl to make my wife
I need a girl who's mine oh mine
I need a girl in my life
I need a girl to ride, ride, ride
I need a girl to be my wife
Nobody else cuz she's all mine
I need a girl in my life


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My Country

by Nas

artist: nas
song: my country
album: Stillmatic
sent by:mrpotatohead16@aol.com (thanx yo)


American born, American raised, American made

[Chorus 2X]
My country shitted on me (My country)
She wants to get rid of me (Naw, never)
Cause the things I seen (We know too much)
Cause the things I seen (We seen too much)

[Verse 1] (Nas)
Aiyyo, it's packed on this Riker's bus
The tightest cuffs is holdin' me shackled
The life of a thug caught in the devil's lasso
On the streets I was invincible
Cowards would duck at a glimpse if they knew
What my pistol would do, a fuckin' killa
Mother's a dopefiend embarrassin' me
All in front of my friends
In the street smile with no teeth
I never knew daddy, heard he had a 72 caddy
Died in a robbery, can't remember him, was probably 3
Why didn't my folks just die in this society
Why wasn't I a child of a doctor, who left stocks for me
Two little brothers, two sisters, them shorties gots to eat
Mother's a junkie, she twisted, so all they got is me
I'm the provider, with goals to do much better than my father
Whether through drugs sold, or holdin' revolvers
Blurry visions of dad holdin' me high
It comes to me slowly, the words he would cry

Repeat Chorus

[Verse 2] (Millenium Thug)
It is I that step up
Me that don't give a fuck, you that foe, then it's all over soldier
Hummers and Range's through the desert
Fuck a 20-inch, long as we got gas and we got water
Troopers lookin' for manslaughter
I gotta get back, for what they owe
Shoot'em in the back for the get back
Lead through shit bag, hold tie gag
Forget the life had, now we all rebels
Everything burnt down includin' the ghetto
We can see 4 miles the land its major rubble
And debris from the earth as we knew crumble
Yo you could see the sea
And the stars look closer to me
I'm a mad man, this is a real life movie Mad Max
S-K's, AK's max, ABR's spittin' and it ain't a rap
My mommy dearest pray for me hopin' I come back
But yo

Repeat Chorus

[Verse 3] (Nas + Millenium Thug)
Yo, I'm sittin' behind these prison walls
I got this pen and pad wishin' on a visit, God
Brothers is here for homicide and yo, it's some for rape
Some brothers innocent, I pray that I could just escape
How is the war
And yo I'm wishin' I was in your shoes
Holdin' machine guns
Clean fun, shootin' dudes with fatigues on
Anywhere is better than this
It's America's plan every color of man inherits the shit
Yo I'm startin to think it's all a scheme, nobody cares
I know the warden is readin' the scribe
[MT] But yo I swear, it's a billion dollar business
Courts, lawyers and jails
We all slaves in the system, I'm bout to rebel

[Verse 4] (Millenium Thug)
There's not a bitch in sight
Or block bench, or black gate
Or gray fence, look who fucked it all up, Mr. President
I remember yesterday we was on the block gettin' bent
Now it's state of the art
I just saw the first dude I met here, his head came apart
What a bloody mess, a slug fest
I just buried 8 of mine, at night I hear grown men cryin'
You know I'm spittin' mine
I ain't goin' out here, we gotta win
Everytime I hear the wind I think a slug went in
I'm checkin' my chest, holdin' my head
Catchin' my breath, watchin' my back
Smokin' this grass, beatin' my dick, thinkin' of ass
I don't know what they broadcast, the newsflash is fake
Everyday I'm feelin' like you, I wanna escape
And if y'all niggas feelin' like me, y'all niggas just say

Repeat Chorus

[Nas talking...]



    
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Posted on Mar 8, 2002, 10:54 PM

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Say I Yi Yi

by Ying Yang Twins

typed bY: eshawty2005@aol.com
artist: Ying Yang Twins
song: I Yi Yi



[Hook]
She got her hands up on her knees and her bows on her thighs
She got the twerkin and the servin so I know that she fly
She got me hype, I wanna bite hr right now yi yi
Say I yi yi yi yi.
[Verse 1]
Look at shawty snap make that ass clap
Niggas in the club spendin dubs when its PHAT
Lookin real fine, standin 5'9 high heels on right on time
God damn look at shawty she makin that ass jiggle
I lke the way you wobbedy, wobbedy when it wiggle
Anybody down for my nursery rhyme riddle
Some of these hoes be full creamin in the middle


[Verse 2]
She shakin ass and gettin paid cause she makin her cheese
She ain't scared to get on the floor to show her ass and titties
If she doin it quite right I might just give her fifty
I be drankin hennesy so i'm damn to tip see
I no them hoes in the club they ain't twerkin fo free
If she dancin like she should she'll make her money
I like them freaky ass hoes twitchin asses fo me
Ahhh shit thats it so im so im spendin my cheese


[Hook]2x


[Verse 3]
Jimmy club let me see ya I yi yi
Blue flame let me see ya I yi yi
Magic City let me see ya I yi yi
Body Chap let me see ya I yi yi
Jazzy T's let me see ya I yi yi
Club Pleeders let me see ya I yi yi
School hoes let me see ya I yi yi
And if you ain't twerkin BITCH BYE YI YI


[Verse 4]
Shawty let me see you on the flow butt naked
Show stoppin pussy poppin
Damn I like the way you take it
Up & down
Side to side
Round & round
Touch the ground
There you go now you know how gotta make yo cash flow
Put them poles touch them toes let mesee that ass roll
All in the booty club shawty shake it fo a dub
Out of sight so i might stick yo ass a lil somethin
Make that pussy fo a blunt


[Hook]2x


[Verse 5]
Hoes shakin ass like a real freak
Tryin to get that muthafuckin ends meat
Don't be tryin to muthafuckin tease me
Cause im bout tipped on that hennesy
But i'll still give you a dub doe
But ya cha gotta shake that ass hoe
Work real hard for tha cash flow
Bring yo ass to tha dance flow


[Verse 6]
One time for them bitches at that gel in tha club
Them bitches shakin ain't no fakin and they came to buy dubs
Them niggas hatin steady waitin so we can't come back
I'm on this track up out this here while she work that cat
Pussy poppin shawty droppin say she gone get blowed
She average everybody for a mid cheese hoe
Fuck them niggas and yo niggas that be hatin that be hatin on the guy
They in the club with them thugs screamin I YI YIIII


[Hook]2x



    
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One Mic

by NAS

Artist: NAs
Song: One Mic
Album: Stillmatic
sent by: mrpotatohead16@aol.com(thanx dawg)

{*speaking softly, gradually getting louder*}
One time.. yeah.. yeah..

Yo, all I need is one mic, one beat, one stage
One nigga front, my face on the front page
Only if I had one gun, one girl and one crib
One God to show me how to do things his son did
Pure, like a cup of virgin blood; mixed with
151, one sip'll make a nigga flip
Writin names on my hollow tips, plottin shit
Mad violence who I'm gon' body, this hood politics
Ackowledge it, leave bodies chopped up in garbages
Seeds watch us, grow up and try to follow us
Police watch us {*siren*} roll up and try knockin us
One knee I ducked, could it be my time is up
But my luck, I got up, the cop shot again
Bus stop glass bursts, a fiend drops his Heineken
Richochetin between the spots that I'm hidin in
Blackin out as I shoot back, fuck gettin hit! {*more sirens*}
This is my hood I'ma rep, to the death of it
'til everybody come home, little niggaz is grown
Hoodrats, don't abortion your womb, we need more warriors soon
Sent from the star sun and the moon
In this life of police chases street sweepers and coppers
Stick-up kids with no conscience, leavin victims with doctors
IF YOU REALLY THINK YOU READY TO DIE, WITH NINES OUT
THIS IS WHAT NAS IS BOUT, NIGGA THE TIME IS NOW!

{*whispering again*}
Yo, all I need is one mic..
All I need is one mic.. that's all I need
All I need is one mic.. all I need niggaz
All I need is one mic.. yeah

{*gradually getting louder*}
All I need is one blunt, one page, and one pen
One prayer - tell God forgive me for one sin
Matter fact maybe more than one, look back
at all the hatred against me, fuck alla them
Jesus died at age 33, there's thirty-three shots
from twin glocks there's sixteen apiece, that's thirty-two
Which means, one of my guns was holdin 17
Twenty-seven hit your crew, six went into you
Everybody gotta die sometime; hope your funeral
never gets shot up, bullets tear through the innocent
Nothin is fair, niggaz roll up, shootin from wheelchairs
My heart is racin, tastin revenge in the air
I let the shit slide for too many years, too many times
Now I'm strapped with a couple of macs, too many nines
If y'all niggaz really wit me get busy load up the semis
Do more than just hold it explode the clip until you empty
There's nothin in our way - they bust, we bust, they rust, we rust
Led flyin, feel it? I feel it in my gut
THAT WE TAKE THESE BITCHES TO WAR, LIE 'EM DOWN
CAUSE WE STRONGER NOW MY NIGGA THE TIME IS NOW!!

{*whispering again*}
All I need is one mic.. that's all I need, that's all I need
All I need is one mic.. there's nuttin else in the world
All I need is one mic.. that's all a nigga need to do his thing y'know
All I need is one mic..

{*starting loud this time, getting quieter*}
ALL I NEED IS ONE LIFE, ONE TRY, ONE BREATH I'M ONE MAN
WHAT I STAND FOR SPEAKS FOR ITSELF, THEY DON'T UNDERSTAND
Or wanna see me on top, too egotistical
Talkin all that slick shit, the same way these bitches do
Wonder what my secrets is, niggaz'll move on you
only if they know, what your weakness is I have none
Too late to grab guns I'm blastin cause I'm a cool nigga
Thought I wouldn't have that ass done? Fooled you niggaz
What you call a infinite brawl, eternal souls clashin
War gets deep, some beef is everlastin
Complete with thick scars, brothers knifin each other
up in prison yards, drama, where does it start?
You know the block was ill as a youngster
Every night it was like a, cop would get killed body found in the dumpster
For real a hustler, purchased my Range, niggaz throwin dirt on my name
Jealous cause fiends got they work and complain
Bitches left me cause they thought I was finished
Shoulda knew she wasn't true she came to me when her man caught a sentence
Diamonds are blindin, I never make the same mistakes
Movin with a change of pace, lighter load, see now the king is straight
Swellin my melon cause none of these niggaz real
Heard he was, tellin police, how can a kingpin squeal?
This is crazy, I'm on the right track I'm finally found
You need some soul searchin, the time is now

All I need is one mic.. yeah, yeah yeah yeah
All I need is one mic.. that's all I ever needed in this world, fuck cash
All I need is one mic.. fuck the cars, the jewelry
All I need is one mic.. to spread my voice to the whole world



    
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Half Crazy

by Musiq Soulchild

Artist: Musiq Soulchild
Song: Half Crazy



La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
la la


Never thought that we would ever be more than friends
Now I’m all confused cause for you I have deeper feelings
We both thought it was cool to cross the line
And I was convinced it would be alright
Now things are strange, nothings the same
And really I just want my friend back


And my mind’s gone half crazy cause I can’t leave you alone (oh can’t get you out of my system)
And I’m wondering if it’s worth me holding on (holding on)
Said my mind’s gone half crazy cause I can’t leave you alone (can’t get you out of my system)
And I’m wondering if it’s worth me holding on (yeah)


I’d hate walk away from you as if this never existed
Cause when we kissed the moment after I looked at you different
Lately I gotta watch what I say
Cause you take things personally nowadays
You used to laugh now you get mad
Damn I just want my friend back


And my mind’s gone half crazy cause I can’t leave you alone (oh can’t get you out of my system)
And I’m wondering if it’s worth me holding on (holding on)
Said my mind’s gone half crazy cause I can’t leave you alone (can’t get you out of my system)
And I’m wondering if it’s worth me holding on


oh oh oh oh oh yeah
What happened to the one I used to know (oh yeah yeah)
The one I used to laugh and joke with
The one I used to tell all my secrets
We used to chill and be down for whatever whenever together yeah


And my mind’s gone half crazy (oh) cause I can’t leave you alone (I’m going half crazy baby)
And I’m wondering if it’s worth me (oh) holding on (over you)
Said my mind’s gone half crazy (yeah) cause I can’t leave you alone (and I just don’t know)
And I’m wondering if it’s worth me holding on (said I just don’t know what to do now)
we used to chill (yeah) we used to hang
we used to do we used to do some many things together (yeah)
yeah yeah yeah yeah
oh oh
yeah
oh oh oh





    
This message has been edited by tidepoetry on Mar 18, 2002 3:23 PM

Posted on Mar 8, 2002, 10:48 PM

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Girlfriend (Remix)

by Nelly & N'Sync

Artist: N'Sync f/ Nelly
Album: Girlfriend CD-5 (Single)
Song: Girlfriend (Remix)
Typed by: Sammy592@cs.com

Would you be my girlfriend?
Uh, ay, ay
Uh, would you be my girl?
Would you be my
Uh, ay, would you be my

(Nelly)
Check it, check it, check it
He don't want you like I want you believe me boo I done told ya
He don't appreciate you ma, I can tell by the way he hold ya
He don't love you like I can love you, wont squeeze you like I squeeze
I make ya neck pop back, an in fact I buckle your knees
Please OK baby, what's it gone take for you to be my lady
Tell me right now
I hear your friends sayin you should, your parents tell ya what's good
Your little sister keep yelling Nelly I wish you would
But you hesitating debating whether or not it's real
Cuz I ain't shooting game boo, I'm jus tellin you how I feel
I'm diggin everything about you your hips and the way they sway
I hate to see you leave boo, but love to see you walk away
I’ll be your personal shrink boo, I care about what you think
I bought the Bentley in pink, cuz my doe +N'SYNC+
So tell ya man "Bye-Bye" an tell him ya long "Gone"
An ain't no need in waiting up you done found you another home

(Justin)
I don't know why you care (why you thinkin' bout him huh?)
He doesn't even know you're there
'Cause he don't love your eyes
And he don't love your smile
Girl you know that ain't fair

The middle of the night
Is he gonna be by your side?
Or will he run and hide?
You don't know cause things ain't clear
And baby when you cry
Is he gonna stand by your side?
Does the man even know you're alive?
I got an idea

Won't you be my girlfriend
I'll treat you good (I'll treat you good girl)
I know you hear your friends when they say you should
'Cause if you were my girlfriend
I'd be your shining star
The one to show you where you are
Girl you should be my girlfriend

(J.C.)
Does he know what you feel (he know what you feel?)
Are you sure that it's real (are you sure?)
Does he ease your mind (nah)
Or does he break your stride? (come on)
Did you know that love could be a shield yeah

In the middle of the night
Is he gonna be by your side? (nah)
Or will he run and hide?
You don't know cause things ain't clear
And baby when you cry (oh no)
Is he gonna stand by your side? (no no)
Does the man even know you're alive?
I got an idea (listen)

Won't you be my girlfriend (yeah yeah)
I'll treat you good (I'll treat you good girl)
I know you hear your friends when they say you should
'Cause if you were my girlfriend (Uh, uh, uh uh)
I'd be your shining star (I'd be the one to shine for you girl)
The one to show you where you are
Girl you should be my girlfriend

(Nelly)
Check it, I, I, I, I, I
I need a fiancée, as cute as Beyonce
Ghetto like Da Brat ready to scrap when I say
The talents of Alicia my fault, Ms. Keys
Take the hips off Trina, the lips off Eve
I put you so high on a pedistol, it might make your nose bleed
Sow medallions around your ankles and watch your toes freeze
Whats wrong ma? Your man aint bringing you joy?
Don't trip flip the script to a country boy, now come on!

(Justin)
Ever since I saw your face
Nothing in my life has been the same
I walk around just saying your name
Without you my world would end, yeah

(J.C.)
I've searched around this whole damn place
And everything says you were meant to be
My girlfriend... oh

Won't you be my girlfriend (yeah)
I'll treat you good (uh)
I know you hear your friends when they say you should
'Cause if you were my girlfriend (my girlfriend)
I'd be your shining star (shining star)
The one to show you where you are

Girl you should be my girlfriend
(you make my heart sing) (uh uh uh uh)
(you make my heart sing)
(you make my heart sing) (uh uh uh uh)
(you make my heart sing)

Girl you should be my girlfriend
Would you be my...
Girl you should be, my girlfriend
Would you be my girl?
Girl you should be, my girlfriend
Would you be my...
Girl you should be, my girlfriend




    
This message has been edited by tidepoetry on Mar 11, 2002 8:57 PM

Posted on Mar 8, 2002, 10:43 PM

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Rainy Days

by Mary J. Blige f/ Ja Rule

Artist: Mary J. Blige f/ Ja Rule
Album: No More Drama *Repackaged*
Song: Rainy Days
Typed by: Noitacguht@aol.com

[Intro: Ja Rule]
Huh yeah, Rule baby
Huh Mary J. Blige, Murder Inc.
Smile

[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
It’s just those rainy days
Spent a lifetime tryin’ to wash away
‘Til the sun comes out and shines again
Smile for me, smile for me
[Ja Rule]
On all those rainy days
Spend ya lifetime tryin’ to wash away
Until the sun shines and I see your face
Smile at me, smile at me

[Verse 1: Mary J. Blige]
We’re always livin’ so crazy and sexy and cool
And we begin to love it (begin love it)
Watchin’ all the heartache and pain of the world
And think nothing of it (thinkin’ nothing of it)
Now baby I got love for you
And I know that you got me baby (got me baby)
But everytime the sun shines bright it gets socloudy

[Chorus w/ ad libs]

[Interlude]
M: Cuznobody loves the rain
J: Can’tstand it
It always seem to fall
M: Babyhandle it
Baby didn’t we tell you before about chasin’those waterfalls
B: Yeah
M: Nobodyloves the rain
J: Can’tstand it
It always seems to fall
M: Babyhandle it
Baby didn’t we tell you before about chasin’those waterfalls
B: Yeah

[Verse 2: Ja Rule]
Mary baby, sometimes the Rule don’t mind the rain
It kinda feels like I’m drownin’ in the Lord’s pain
Until the sun comes out and shines again, smile
Gimme reason to keep believin’ that everything ain’tis mean and
I kiss the clouds on the rainy days
And smile for you when the skies are gray
Baby cuz I’ma teardrop away from cryin’
And a few shots away from dyin’
Dear Lord would you shower my pain
Let it rain, let it rain on me
While I cherish the air I breathe
I’m an angel- that can’t soar, can’t fly
And I imagine the Lord knows why

[Chorus w/ ad libs]

[Verse 3: Mary J. Blige]
I feel like an angel in my broken wings
So I can soar again, Lord let me in
And through all the passion and the pain and thehurt
I feel like I’m fallin’ (yeah)
Makin’ promises of love to those that spread love
And for those that can’t take it, stand up
Baby we gon’ make it and the words of Marvin Gaye
“War is not the answer”

[Interlude]

[Chorus w/ ad libs]

[Outro: Mary J. Blige]
Smile smile smile smile smile sm-smile sm-smile
‘Til the sun shines
Just smile for me
Just smile for me, just smile at me
Know in your heart that we are free
Free to believe whatever we feel
So feel something real baby, yeah


Posted on Feb 27, 2002, 2:55 PM

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I Love You

by Faith Evans

Artist: Faith Evans
Song: I Love You
Album: Faithfully
typed by: reddawg151@aol.com


My heart belongs to you
So what could I do
To make you feel I'm down with
You see me hangin around
But you don't know how you make me feel for you, and

Each and every day, I try to make some sense of this
What you mean to me, I know it could be serious
Each and every nite, I dream about just holding you
Loving you like this, what is a girl supposed to do

I love you
I want you
You're the one that I live for
And I can't take it any more
I love you
I need you
What can I do to make you see
You're the only one for me

First time I saw your face
My heart just erased
All the guys I knew before
You walked into my life
I was the type to never want for nothing

Each and every day, I try to make some sense of this
What you mean to me, I know it could be serious
Each and every nite, I dream about just holding you
Loving you like this, what is a girl supposed to do

I love you
I want you
You're the one that I live for
And I can't take it any more
I love you
I need you
What can I do to make you see
You're the only one for me

I love you, I want you, I need you in my life
Can't you see what you mean to me
Baby come hold me tight
I miss you, wanna kiss you
Everytime I see your face
Baby I'll be waiting for you
Each and everyday

I love you
I want you
You're the one that I live for
And I can't take it any more
I love you
I need you
What can I do to make you see
You're the only one for me

You're the only one for me
And I know it's meant to be
What can I do to make you see
My love will carry on
So listen to my heart and know
You'll find out where my love will go
The future lies between us boy
Oh babe I love you so

I love you
I want you
You're the one that I live for
And I can't take it any more
I love you
I need you
What can I do to make you see
You're the only one for me

I love you
I want you
You're the one that I live for
And I can't take it any more
I love you
I need you
What can I do to make you see
You're the only one for me



Posted on Feb 27, 2002, 10:16 AM

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Boughetto

by Ali f/ Murphey Lee

Artist: Ali f/ Murphey Lee (both from: St. Lunatics)
Album: Boughetto 12"
Song: Boughetto
Typed by: bootleg210@msn.com

[Intro]
Uh uh, Ali and Murphey
Uh uh, School Boy with the College Boy
And ah, and ah..

[Hook: Murphey + Ali]
Ali and Murphey is.. bourgeois baby
If it ain't ghetto.. it don't move me baby
Got a lake, a pool.. and a jacuzzi baby
But it's still McDonald's.. and a movie baby
That's so crazy!

[Ali]
Check
I'm at the bar, industry party, caviar
Denim suits, superstar, Cigarello cigars
Spittin bars to this footer in stilettoes
She boughetto, that mean she bourgeois and ghetto
Bourgeois cuz her shoes alone cost a grand
Ghetto cuz she cuss too much and talk with her hands
She say she don't fuck wit rap since Mase got saved
But baby got back like mace got spray
You know the bourgeois type, ass boombastic
Mabelline queen, titties all plastic
Niggaz front with they tank on empty
They ask for e'rythang cuz the top off her Bentley
I roll the truck slow, the gas; I ease on it
I got a trailer on the back, four-wheeler with D's on it
Got the leather with the G's on it, gangsta gangsta
Gotta get it get it good and...

[Hook: Murphey + Ali]

[Hook 2: Ali + Murphey]
If you got an expensive weave - That's boughetto!
Spend six hundred on weed - That's boughetto!
Benz while ya sittin on D's - That's boughetto!
Tell em what's boughetto - Bourgeois and ghetto!

[Murphey Lee]
Yo Murph' is bourgeois - School boy; ghetto
What more can I say? I'm boughetto
Aiyyo I'm beautif-hetto, that's beautiful and ghetto
I got plenty war stories, plenty hood medals
Did alotta wrong with alotta good fellows
But I got my shit together (Hello!)
I took my hustlin ways from them scufflin days
To eight million copies on my resume
I moved right out the hood, cuz I don't like the hood
I tell all my people to think twice in the hood
The police; man they don't even lie
Cuz they got Spud and Boone and 'Trelle up in Riker's
And I just like what the money can get
A little head e'ry now and then so honey can spit
Chrome tips, a hundred an forty four of them shits
And a big ass crib cuz...

[Both Hooks]

[Ali]
A boughetto pimp loose and I know it cuz I come to party
late, smellin like weed, no matter who throw it
I'm in the curl cap, didn't get paid but done a rap
Dem ain't Rolex diamonds - what the fuck you done to that?!
Throwin trash out the Benz on the highway
But the old school still spillin all in the driveway
And if it stop, never a towtruck pull me home
Fuckin I keep the socks, had the jewelry on
I'm like a pimp in the 80's, a Reverend Run
Preachin it to em, gassin em up like Chev-e-ron
Got the D's the beeps and the televis-ion
And my Sprint (Brrrrr..) like a boughetto telethon
But I'm bourgeois forever cuz I got it to spend it
Ghett-o, put rims on the car that I rented
Trump money, but it's still the motel and Kyjuan
And Slo and Nelly and...

[Both Hooks] - 2X

[Murphey + Ali]
Ali and Murphey is..
Bourgeois baby.. Bourgeois baby..
Bourgeois baby.. Bourgeois baby..
Ali and Murphey is.. bourgeois baby
That's boughetto.. bourgeois baby
That's boughetto.. bourgeois baby
That's boughetto.. bourgeois and ghetto...


Posted on Feb 27, 2002, 10:09 AM

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Let's Go

by Royce Da 5'9" f/ Twista

Artist: Royce Da 5'9" f/ Twista
Album: Rock City
Song: Let's Go
Typed by: bootleg210@msn.com

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Huh?
We the best, Twist' you at nigga c'mere
Sift ya lye.. c'mere

Extremely hard to be the king of a city it's dis
A nigga that could twist like this
A nigga that could rip any shit that he get
Never balk and come with a metaphor like this
Flow like dis, never broke but flow for the dough like this
Never been a nigga that you know like dis
Cold like dis, but ah, it's just me and D-Mo like dis
Respect is a must, got every nigga in every hood checkin for us
Never catch us catchin the bus
Niggaz got whips, niggaz got loot,
niggaz got troops, got guns, got clips (what)
Next big thing, iced watch to go with the necklace ring
Iced out to go with the rest it seems
More or less the more of the best you seen
Big buzz, only rollin with big thugs
We get in clubs you know you gettin ya shit bust
Not too many ducks is goin against us
If ya don't know now, you'll know when ya lift up
Rhyme till I can't rhyme no more, ball till I can't ball no more
Till I'm 5'9" no more, till the ice can't shine no more
Which ever comes first, let's go nigga

[Hook - 2X]
Who the fuck want what?!
Who the fuck want what, want what?!
[Twis] Playa tell me why you hatin, cuz you the one take
[Twis] that from a nigga that'll open you up
[Twis] You gotta send the deck up when we holla

[Royce Da 5'9"]
One of a hundred niggaz'll hate my shit
Eighty-nine'll bite, the other ten'll think of comin alike
Cuz my shit when it come to the mic, 99 outta 100'll like
Never disrespect a nigga grippin the tec, it's my shit
Put the flow in affect with my clique
Go to the death, flow the best, my spit - I'm sick, it's my shit
Try to get slick and niggaz is gettin hit
You don't want that do you? It comes back to you
And I ain't even tryna rap to you, so suck my dick, it's my shit
Too many willin to pin ya in rap
put a endin to that, do the math with me
Straight to the lab, we're sendin you back
Keep going, you know that no one can last wit me
Stay armed with the biggest of arms, got bitch-niggaz hittin alarms
Every rhyme is strictly writtin to harm
This my shit, keep every word of every verse in position to launch
Never gon' fail, never got plans of catchin a L
I'ma forever prevail, whatever you yell
It's my world, everything else, c'mon nigga

[Hook - 2X]

{*pause*}

[Royce talking *beat slowly returning*]
Motown, uhh..
Chi-town.. 5'9..
Twista, let's go nigga uhh

[Twista]
Tell me who the fuck want what
Whatchu murderous niggaz is ready to make the deck go up?
I could cause a scene to make you throw up
Put a bullet in yo' gut, bat em down and leave the sto' cut
Cuz homie you ain't got no choice ta,
Dat why you runnin to a real rida like Twista, or Roysta
Let the thirty caliber annoint ya
Whodie won't even know he hit till he feel his shirt suckin the moisture
Voice ya opinion if ya want to
Kick-ass winner, kick up dust in the middle of the arena
Subpeona motherfuckaz like the courts do
We'll blast shortly ya nuts bust and it won't be a misdemeanor
We them niggaz that'll come approach ya
Shockin ya body our Bacardi keeps all ya nerves from bleedin
Until we heard no breathin - two undercovers,
we comin we get the dirty even; they know it's servin season
Shit is good as gone, cuz I gotta bring the goodies home
The petty packin penny brushin with the pretty pearl handle
Pistol, Pelle Pelle pants and the hoodie on
And you comin with the Midwest shit?
Remember how we took you, you trippin off how we did that shit
Somebody tell me where the weed at
Some niggaz knew I was about to snap so he hid that shit
I was gon' get buck - come hard - get crunk
Go into a thing and let the rhyme ride,
and hit them niggaz from the blindside
And take the whole opposition down with my dog 5'9
Ceremony for the killaz, bustin em off,
and comin off so you can bust yo' nut
Though I'm bout to bust yo' guts
But if yo' operation is hatin, who the fuck want what?

[Hook - 4X]

*beat continues then fades out*


Posted on Feb 27, 2002, 10:06 AM

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Catch Em In the Mornin (Gay-Z Diss)

by Jayo Felony

Artist: Jayo Felony
Album: Crip Hop
Song: Catch Em In the Mornin (Gay-Z Diss)
Typed by: quik_2_kurupt@hotmail.com

[Jayo Felony]
One Shot…Kill, Yeah! Up in the morning (up in the mornin)
Serve the whole Roc-A-Fela camp like this here (killa! killa!)
All the money in the world couldn't save y'all from the sad whoopin (let's
get it ridin)
Keep shadow boxing and practicin
But it aint gon help ya
Cus it's all natural, keep all terrain

They wonder where did I get the heart to check ya, neglect ya
Don't get caught up in my set no Roc-A-Fella diserspecta
It's on and ain't no turnin back, I bang while I'm telling this
I'm about to put hit out in a form while I'm using my alias
I keep but by then, SD we ride in
Got 'em woderin how ya One Shot Kill just slide in
I'm like mama feel me, just look at what I did
Help Beanie and Memphis Bleek over on Coronado Bridge
And y'all both supposed to be deceased before the police come and find me
Got your own homies screamin, "Bullet Loc we love that money"
No advantage by distributing now we get the same cash
For my skills, I kidnapped Amil in bang dash
Caught up Russle Simmons, quickly collected my ransom
Put a straight jacket on me cuz I'm throwin a tantrum
Me and my Dulo gangbangas ride-ride and smash
You can sign Daz and Kurupt I'm still gon bust on yo ass

[Hook](2x)
Y'all better tell Jay-Z I catch 'em in the mornin
Loco Recordship and platinum Roc-A-Fella is gon then
Call up my hood if it's on, it's on then
Y'all been perpetratin cheese, y'all the wrong men

[Jayo Felony]
They skip to this and hop
They crip to this and drop
They top and pop they collas
Homies in Impalas
Yeah she look like a dime but hotta than a hot model
But she always bring her smoke and her own bottle
I fear nothing to keep
Comin with heat I hit the street
Enemy goals come at me foul
I bust 'em in they bowels
It's nothing to slay my comp, but do away with these scrubs
Carry "SD" on my shoulders, money, diamonds and drugs
They go from broke and don't get choked out, let my locs out
Dulo gang rida doped out, with a smoke out
I'm like Tyson, man I make you all start singin then retire
I cuss like Richard Pryor, voice strong as a choir
I'm in a rage ridin for life and Roc-A-Fella can't calm me
Instead trying of building an army why they tryin to disarm me?
But I'm still laughin while I got 'em duckin and runnin
Don't get scared now the new album Crip Hop comin

[Hook](2x)
Y'all better tell Jay-Z I catch 'em in the mornin
Loco Recordship and platinum Roc-A-Fella is gon then
Call up my hood if it's on, it's on then
Y'all been perpetratin cheese, y'all the wrong men

[Jayo Felony]
I'm all up in NYC this NAC
Saw a fat girl named Beanie up in MTV
What's happenin cuz, what up money?
This fo we crip Piiiiimp, 'fore I blink this nigga dip
I expect that ho like you've been known to run off
I would of took flight if you would have sneezed or cough
And the females that was wit it was like "Money was scared yo"
Cus they all know Bullet Loc from the big 4-0
Talkin about on Sunset he runs sets
I'm like cuz, it ain't one set on Sunset, what the hell is that?
Y'all singin about "Changin the Game"
I'ma have you changin ya name
Cuz, get back before I pop ya brains
Always mean what I say, and I stay Blued Up!
You make 9 songs in 2 days and still can't fade "Trued Up"
Come and see a real rida on yo block is where I pot at
You can't even rock Marcy without getting shot at
And that's that!


Posted on Feb 27, 2002, 10:05 AM

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**Unreleased**

by Cam' Ron

Artist: Cam'ron
Album: Living My Life 12"
Song: Living My Life
Typed by: funkdrmagneto@yahoo.com *

* send corrections to the typist

[Verse 1]
Yeah, niggaz wanna wrap the roca, nah
Bag, slag, wrap the roster, back the block up
Cop killers, clap at coppers, blast at choppers
Pass the vodka, listen, don't ever mention Dash or
Hoffa, it's a Harlem thing dog, you'll clash with
Mobsters (uptown), remember me? Got jumped on TNT
(what's beef?) next week, back pump TNT (what's beef?)
All my niggaz got M-16s kid, and all we do is watch
MTV cribs, learn not to in fury the victim, purially
Stick 'em, break through your security system (KILLA)
Stop frontin', you was never a menace, never a hustla
NO, we could never do business, business is business
Money is money, hustle is hustle, stupid is stupid
You da dumbest of dummies (Killa)

Chorus:
Leave me alone, let me just live my live, ah
Just leave me alone, leave me alone, let me just live
my life ah, that's the sound of the police

[Verse 2]
All I do every day dog, blunt after blunt
Stunt after stunt, they all ?? after ??
Like that I'm Shiesty, look at my shoes, like my Nikes
Know that I got a girl, like my wifey, like that
I'm rude, come here, let me pick with your chest
Dick on your breast, all they say "That nigga's a mess"
You heard me fam? All worthy of this dirty man
Take it in your ass? How about 30 grams ma'?
Go upstate, come back downstate, next time around me
You might get a POUNDCAKE, (screw that bitch)
Fuck it up, she understand that I might slap her
I'll me damned if I work for some white cracker (shit)
White batter, prize in the pack, fiends love
They hug it, call it Cracker Jacks, KILLA
Where the crack is at, watch me get dem dice
Throw 'em on, let me live my life

Chorus:
Leave me alone, let me just live my live, ah
Just leave me alone, leave me alone, let me just live
my life ah, that's the sound of the police

[Verse 3]
Fuck life as a rap star, you dealing with crack gods
Cookin' the crack hard, lead the crack jars
All of the chips, the crib with the backyard
Pull out the gat pa, a bar, and black cars
And I'm scary with the 5th, compare me to a gift
Yellow diamonds, ganerrie on my wrist, just juice
Get wet up and waive, that'll be the day, killa cam
Mess up some yeah (shiiiiit), thug niggaz be on point
And game time, cop a brick, and re-up in the same night
And to get that trife, I flick that knife, doggy dog
Let me live my life

Chorus:
Leave me alone, let me just live my live, ah
Just leave me alone, leave me alone, let me just live
my life ah, that's the sound of the police

The block is hot, niggaz tell me to feel it
Know when I get out they gon feel it
Witness the realest


Posted on Feb 21, 2002, 4:43 PM

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Early this Morning

by Jay-z

Artist: Jay-z
Song: Early This Morning
Album: Blueprint 2 (Maybe Unreleased due to bootlegging)
sent by: cocomo100@yahoo.com (thanx yo)


(Music) Jay-Z
(Every time I think about you) Let's try this guru
(I feel so alive) Yeah Yeah
(I wish I could hold onto you forever) This is how I start my day a new

(I woke up early this morning with a new sight over life)
Good Morning America...Ghetto USA
{Jay-Z in Background}
{Never read the Koran or Islamic scriptures } Uh
{Only Psalms I read was on the arms of my niggaz}Come on

(I woke up early this morning with a new sight over life)
Good Morning
It was the best of times and the worse of times
(The sunshine was shining you were on my mind)
Yeah
I wake up hit my shoe box I snatch out a few rocks
Put the rest inside now I'm ready to ride
Put the bomb in my socks so cops can't locate the valve
I ain't freshly dresses but got a Colgate smile
That's right
(I woke up early this morning)
Throw on the same clothes I had on last night
I got loads of capers to come up with this paper
I got money schemes that come to me in my dreams
Hit the block like a veteran
Feigns need they medicine
I'm the relieve pitcher
Their clean up hitters
It works I hit the Ave stash the bag in the dirt
Put the rest in my small pocket I start clocking
(I woke up early this morning)
Same Routine I'm running game to feigns
Exchanging cash for crack rocks
Back and forth to my stash box
Hundred dollars a week
Shorties got the Ave watched
Feigns small I'm getting rid of this bomb
As I
(I woke up early this morning with a new sight over life)
Good Morning
{Never read the Koran or Islamic scriptures }
{Only Psalms I read was on the arms of my niggaz}
(I woke up early this morning with a new sight over life)
(The sunshine was shining you were on my mind)

(I woke up early this morning)



    
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Posted on Feb 19, 2002, 12:59 AM

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Murder Marcyville

by Jay-z

Artist: Jay-Z
Song: Murder Marceyville (Southphilly N-ggas)
Album: Blueprint 2 (Maybe Unreleased due to bootlegging)
Sent by: Cocomo100@yahoo.com (thanx yo)



Chorus
I'm from Murda Murda Marceyville
My nigga you heard we'll clap you, we certainly will
South Philly Motherfuckers kill at will
I bet the Mack milli make you niggas (chilli-chill)

Verse 1:
Murda Murda Marceyville
My nigga you heard we'll clap you, we certainly will
South Philly Motherfuckers kill at will
I bet the Mack Milli mack you niggaz (chilli-chill)

Verse 1 (Jay-Z)
Check the four corners of the earth I'm a man of respect
Marcey projects motherfucker I'm the man of respect
Ya'll niggaz done fucked up and called in the cleaners
J.O. you not a felon you a misdemeanor
Don't let the mean hit you and split your beamer
Fuck the punks with you and hit yo team up
Ya'll niggaz is hurt and that publicity stunt is not workin
Ya made a bad situation worse and
Ya'll wanna see me I just came like rider
You fuckers better stop the ???????
How the fuck you gon try us
You can't deny us of a dollar
It's the ROC bitch Holla!
Beef ain't nothing to a boss
Nigga you crossed the line
The orders go out kick in yo doors
Waving the 4 4's all I heard was
Jigga I don't want it no more

Chorus

Verse 2 (Memphis Bleek)
You heard a nigga fronted on Bleek
Word...Nigga..Never fronted on Bleek Word
If its written I wrote it You spit it I spoke it
So never forget Bleek told ya
I'm from Murda Murda Marceyville
When ya'll look in the mirror do ya'll see wills
See through your Passat
Ya'll soft like Q-tip cotton
Ya'll dudes ain't hardly real
Ya boys spit on impulse certainly will
If I smack this kid you'll probably squeal
So open the Hydro we firing still
And we clear out the building like a fire drill
And Money too long for ya'll to fold
You know to catch a case to me is like a common cold
So get your guns you ain't ready for war
You know the R-O-C is strong for ya'll
Motherfuckers
Chorus

Verse 3 (????????)
I'm in a zone you niggaz done disturbed the peace
I try to relax and still got word off the streets and
You fraile bastards trying to get your name back
You ain't acheived shit since you got your name in rap
We can't be misjudged you hate us flows in the lyrics
Cuz fifth slugs will tear holes in your spirit
And its like rap turned ya'll to kill and hustle
Knowing ya'll gon' snitch if a hot one touch you
Talk that gangsta slang and be a gangsta slain
These NY MP gangstas bang
How you talk real but you need yo click to live
All I need is the fifth and two clips to give
Cheater keep the unstained ratchet
For ya'll its where ever ya'll ya'll reign put on your rain jackets
Its a game ya'll ain't fit for draws wit us
And we pop with big guns that tear through all the trucks


Chorus




    
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**Unreleased**

by Freeway F/ Beanie Sigel

Artist: Freeway Feat. Beanie Sigel
Song: Ya Get Out ( Jada Kiss & Nas Diss)
Album: Unreleased 12" Single
Typed & sent By: JDLC83@Aol.com (thanx dawg)

[Freeway]
Niggaz listen up (bitch ass niggaz)
bitches listen up

[Beanie] ya niggaz can't fuck wit us

[Freeway] haterz listen up

[Beanie] burn that nigga free!!!!

Verse 1:
Yo,
NASTY NAS aint ridin' on the FREEWAY
hell no we bang out on the FREEWAY, crash on the FREEWAY
hataz waitin for hova to die, before he see JAY
on my way to platinum, hata who gonna stop me?
i got the cops locked, who gone lock me?!
i got the block lock, eye on poppy
i got poppy lock, V on manny
manny is poppy a lobby lock, NAS on his way
pulled the shotty out, he piss on his body
be on my way, buckshots stuck in his body
piss up his lay, fuck cops park on the lobby, chill up his way
ya niggaz aint built for these SOLDIERZ
Roc-A-Fella heat HOLDERS, put a shell up in each SHOLDER
fuck up my day
nas is like, a bitch wit the mack to his BELLY
been dissed like this since MAKAVELLI (2pac)
now in dayz nigga,
ya rappin' is way worse then ya actin' in BELLY
it's set!!!

Chorus:
WE MOVE OUT, we move out there
YA'LL GET OUT, get put out there
wit ya thong's on, and ya girl clothes
it's a mans world, sing along hoe'z
WE MOVE OUT, we move out there
YA'LL GET OUT, get put out there
wit ya thong's on, and ya girl clothes

Verse 2:
Bye the way,
i came from the block and im bringin' the block wit me
and i came bye myself, but im bringin' ya bitch wit me
pop wit me, extra clip wit me, 50 shots wit me
cause niggaz wanna get at me, hataz hop wit me
fuck it ill treat ya like PAC and diss ya all
still sell 7 mill ???
Free Alswald drop you from the buildin' and hit ya car
or O.J Free, stab you up then get OFF
you wont play me, ya cadi truck top elvolve
when shots from the ROC rip off
wont be like the movie, hit you then hit ya barbor
freeway play wit ozzies extra cartalege
take all ya groupies,
im the talk around town in the hooptie, fuck a astro martin
and where ever you stop, my glocks are like New York lots
mother fucker make you pay for parkin
now im upset!!

Chorus:
WE MOVE OUT, we move out there
YA'LL GET OUT, get put out there
wit ya thong's on, and ya girl clothes
it's a mans world, sing along hoe'z
WE MOVE OUT, we move out there
YA'LL GET OUT, get put out there
wit ya thong's on, and ya girl clothes,
i aint forget you (Talkin to JADA KISS)

Verse 3:
im on my way to YONKERS to see this prick (JADA KISS)
he talkin' shit on his records like he got clips
imma, see where he at when he see this 5th
I DON'T KNOW WHAT HE BEEN TOLD
but FREE, gone kill any and everybody thats dissin'
and everybody im hittin' either got ICE OR DOE
nigga thats money in chains, change and jewlery foreign exchange
and thats JUST BECAUSE, my hands foreign ya chains leavin'
and don't give me a reason because IF YOU DO
then you wont be leavin'
Tony Braxton style, wont be breathin'
(uhh) niggaz wanna hate on the kid
so i S-K, half of they face off fuck up they looks
was pull brick tape off,
all them dayz that you thought i was stuck in the grill
i had my nigga wit me, plan on my mind
JIGGA wit me hand on my nine, i take 'em wit me
kris cross ingo's wit me, trigga wit me
here come the pain, go tell ya mom his nigga hit me
because i kris cross ingo's wit him,
unbless beef is a RHYME, so i dead that seekin' a FINE
Freeway in the hood where the bread at (Coke)
slicin' the loaf, slice into dimes knife to ya throat
like it or not thats how we do in the county
ill bring the gun to ya stremph if you tangle wit MINES
dont cop a ?? in ya phone time stremph, cause i own my stremph
nigga 19 just start carrin' nines
bibles and jenny's,
i pack gats that shoot threw ya bricks and ya lightpole fixurin'
and hit you and give you liposuction, nigga the rif-O sickin'
niggas rappin and it bout no dumpin'
this nigga KISS got a lightblub missin'
clap all brain or somethin' clap all nightglow vision
YOU BETTER NOT SHOWT (showt)
YOU BETTER NOT POWT (powt)
you better not cry when the riffel dumpin'
free come into town bout to light that bitch up



    
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Rock City

by Royce the 5'9" f/ Eminem

Artist: Royce the 5'9" f/ Eminem
Album: Rock City 12"
Song: Rock City
Typed by: bootleg210@msn.com

"Rock City, Royce, 5'9, Slim, Shady"
skirt "COME ON!!"

[Royce the 5'9"]
Can't stop the hustle, Royce nickel nine
Glock stops the tussle, nine shots'll bust you
Pine box'll stuff you, fuck you!
"Fuck you!"
I am not the tussle, niggaz don't know me
skirt "COME ON!!"
I'm Detroit's king nigga
skirt "Wow!"
Rock City's where niggaz pimp hoes and ball
Strip hoes in bars, still close the malls
"Arms, and ya city's got the.." [3x]
Titties saggin lookin like they got four arms
Gold bottles, green bottles, Cris' to the don
Niggaz get popped for sellin weed shaked with seeds
If you hate me you hate the D (*vocal scratch*) please!
I'm takin shit back, to the riots in the sixties
Think I'm lying? Visit me (Where you live?)

[Hook] + (Eminem)
"Rock city.. rock on!" (Come on and rock wit me)
"Rock city" scratches (Come on and rock wit me)
"Rock city.. rock on!" (Come on and rock wit me)
"Rock wit me" scratches (Come on and rock wit me)
"Rock city" scratches (Come on the block wit me)
"Rock city.. rock on!" (And come and rock wit me)

"Rock.. city.. come on"
"Rock.. on.. city.. come on!"

[Royce the 5'9"]
Suburban and city niggaz hustle together
Long as it's money envolved, niggaz'll tussle together
Long as the hustle's a hustle, the green is green
White is white, nigga we buyin if the price is right
So (*scratch*) drop the mics
Everything's on cock, from the shots to the dice
We are not into hype
You can't say we can't work
Either we some plant workers or we some niggaz that plant work
("What") Detroit bitches is bout it
You can just ask any one of ya niggaz that visit about it
Any Seven Mile bitch know how to get rich
She'll fuck you till you sleep PLUS lie to ya bitch
PLUS she'll suck and swallow up outta ya dick
And she'll keep a sugar daddy that'll buy her some shit, come on!

[Hook] + (Eminem)
"Rock city.. rock on!" (Come on and rock wit me)
"Rock city" scratches (Come on and rock wit me)
"Rock city.. rock on!" (Come on and rock wit me)
"Rock wit me" scratches (Come on and rock wit me)
"Rock city" scratches (Come on the block wit me)
"Rock city" scratches (And come and rock wit me)

"The city with the bars, where the goons with the cars,
to produce, here we are.."

[Royce the 5'9"]
New casinos, car shuffles, numbers to bet
Disrespect and get a new smile under ya neck
A city full of thug-ass niggaz, and punk-rockers
Alotta niggaz act like Pac so cops watch 'em
And shot blocks up in the black or the light Timbs
White boys, look, act, and rap like Slim ("Hi!")
Fight Music, knife users never respect it
Guns talk (*scratch*) high schools with metal detectors
A city full of Tommy Hirst thumpers
Brandt Hill roopers, Barry Sanders runners, stunners
Cal Diz but we connects like whoa!
Type of weed, no need to test like 'dro
Type of cats who got dough, they like ("So!")
You real, then you might go.. (Where?)

[Hook: 2X] + (Eminem)
"Rock city.. rock on!" (Come on and rock wit me)
"Rock city" scratches (Come on and rock wit me)
"Rock city.. rock on!" (Come on and rock wit me)
"Rock wit me" scratches (Come on and rock wit me)
"Rock city" scratches (Come on the block wit me)
"Rock city" scratches (And come and rock wit me)

[Royce talking] + (Eminem)
Detroit Rock City ("Slim Shady")
Won't you come on the block with us? ("Royce the 5'9")
Won't you just come and rock with us? ("Royce the 5'9")
Next Level ("Rock City")
Royce the 5'9" ("Rock")
Slim Shady ("Rock City")
Uh uh, won't you come and rock with us? ("Rock City")
Won't you come on the block with us? ("Rock wit me")
Won't you come and rock with us? ("Rock wit-")
Rock City.. touch it... ("Fuck!")


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Untouchable

by Lisa 'Left Eye' Lopez f/ 2pac

Artist: Lisa 'Left Eye' Lopez f/ 2pac
Album: Supernova
Song: Untouchable
Typed by: killuminati@mixmail.com *

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(Lisa)
Untouchable, look at how you found me
I'm lookin' around sayin' these are my friends
It's a strange world my enemies are my friends
More of the same street, same world, same problems
Is this indifferent?
Same drama, same karma, same mama
Is it different?
The only difference is me
I see inside the truth
Feel bad you don't know the day gon' come
When God has taken you
I see the invisible spirits, walkin' along the physical mind
Of a crazy individual
Where demons still find it livable
I need a hug to hold my soul inside my body
I got the secret here
Yeah, I should have told somebody
'Cause ever since I've been sayin' things I never meant
It's like I was speakin' in tongues, the black breath in my lungs
I won't allow it
Where the cowards live under the dirt in the flowers
Ready to come up in the darkest hour
It ain't the courage of my persona
You wanna admire it's the faith
'Cause with the faith I can walk through the fire
(Now feel me)

(Chorus)
I know you feel me it's the untouchable
Make yourself presentable
I'm listenin' to mysteries of the untold (uh-oh)
Echoin' inside my soul
I know you feel me it's the untouchable
Make yourself presentable
I'm listenin' to mysteries of the untold (uh-oh)
Echoin' inside my soul

(Lisa)
Sometimes I'm feelin' like I'm sinkin'
Thinkin' what it's like from on the other side
When I look at myself it's like my love had died
People thinkin' of gettin' richer
I'm usin' the blood of the loves that I lost recently
To paint a perfect picture
Can you see the future, future endeavors
That'll make us better
Usin' the light from my wings to make us fly together
Guide my people to a place like what you imagined
My duty now is to God
There's no more beauty pageants we gettin' the chance to thank Him
Me and you finally for what they made
Is it a game that they still playin'
Look at us now we're rid of grief
Payin' society's debt but life we still obeyin'
Until then I'll follow the path
Where will it lead?
Much in between ashes and dust
We must believe trickin' thee ain't trickin' me
I got tricks up my sleeve
They tryin' to market I'm tryin' to make my mark before I leave

(Chorus)
I know you feel me it's the untouchable
Make yourself presentable
I'm listenin' to mysteries of the untold (uh-oh)
Echoin' inside my soul
I know you feel me it's the untouchable
Make yourself presentable
I'm listenin' to mysteries of the untold (uh-oh)
Echoin' inside my soul

(Lisa)

I know you feel me it's the untouchable
Make yourself presentable, make yourself presentable

(2pac)
I will ride untouchable (I will ride)
After the fire comes the rain
After the pleasure there's pain
Even though we broke for the moment
We ball in the game
Time to make y'all my military
Be prepared for the busters
I'mma let ya bitches that's scary
Get to hear me no questions
Visions of overpacked prisons
Flingin's and niggas thug livin', precious
Three strikes, I hope they don't test us
And pull a heater ammunition is great
Move without a sound
And we slide down pistols in place
I'm sensin' niggas just defenses
From hittin' bitches to gettin' those
Who can prevent the shootin' senses
At these niggas throats only wish to breed
I explode into a million seeds y'all remember me
Legendary live eternally then bury me in pieces
'Cause they fear reincarnation, niggas screamin' peace
'Cause they fear
We must wanna face 'em, take 'em to places
Fake their fates then erase 'em, and break 'em
Murder my niggas I'm tired of waitin'
Now quicken the pace
Blast me but never ask me to live a lie
Am I wrong 'cause I wanna get it on til' I die?
Now worldwide
Niggas got the black girls, they hide
No offense to Nas
But this whole fuckin' world is mine
Even if you blind
You can still see my prophecy
My destiny to overthrow
Those on top of me fiendin' for currency
The money be callin'
Can you feel me dreamin'?
Seein' scenes of me ballin'?
Niggas that made niggas and that bitch
What you goin' through
Outlaws bustin' while we rush it
Untouchable
Niggas that play fucked up now what you goin' through
We outlaws rushin' 'em bustin'
We untouchable, untouchable, untouchable (uh-oh)

Echoin' inside my soul, untouchable (uh-oh)
Echoin' inside my soul, untouchable (uh-oh)
Echoin' inside my soul, untouchable (uh-oh)
Echoin' inside my soul, untouchable (uh-oh)

Echoin' inside my soul
Ya'll niggas never stop, you never drop, you never let me fall
Me 2Pacalypse
All I know how to do is ball, ball, ball
My true fuckin' niggas survived reincarnation
After I'm dead they'll rock and roll
And bring the funk to the whole nation
And you know these fuckin' niggas
Have a gun with my name on it, untouchable
I spit the game so clear it's playin' on it
When I'm dead
My niggas will ride for me
Untouchable (untouchable)
Untouchable (untouchable)
Untouchable (untouchable)
Expect me like you expect Jesus to come back
Expect me nigga, I'm comin'


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uh-huh

by B2K

Artist: B2K
Song: Uh Huh

Yeah
Hey yo trick
How you gonna come up w/ something like this man?
Yeah
When this come on
They'll be like "uh-huh"
haha
Red Zone
Yo B2k
Yo, Where you at?

Girl you messed up when you let me in
girl you messed up when you let me in
then she called me up and hipped me to your steez
told me you were lookin for a guy like me
so i said hold on i dont want
unless shorty really wanna have some fun
then she said that you told her i was what you want
when i call you dont try to front

I'm the guy in your dreams
that you had last night
I'm the benz wit tha 20'z
that you wanna drive
I'm the thug in your life
that'll treat you right
got ya hooked cause im bringin everything you like uh huh

(chorus)
I know that you wantin this (uh huh)
tell me can you handle it (uh huh)
show me how you work dem hips (uh huh)
and maybe you can roll with it (uh huh)
I know that you wantin this (uh huh)
tell me can you handle it (uh huh)
show me how you work dem hips (uh huh)
and maybe you can roll with it (uh huh)

Now we're all out in the open
Everybody knows about you and me
there's no more need for you and me to creep
I want you so bad I dont care who sees
so girl hold on I got what you want
I know you aint scared to go have some fun
so let your girls know that you found someone
who be keepin you tight and crunk

I'm the guy in your dreams
that you had last night
I'm the benz wit tha 20'z
that you wanna drive
I'm the thug in your life
that'll treat you right
got ya hooked cause im bringin everything you like uh huh

(chorus)
I know that you wantin this (uh huh)
tell me can you handle it (uh huh)
show me how you work dem hips (uh huh)
and maybe you can roll with it (uh huh)
I know that you wantin this (uh huh)
tell me can you handle it (uh huh)
show me how you work dem hips (uh huh)
and maybe you can roll with it (uh huh)

Two months of conversation
man its a major
spit the game undercover
I'm lethal like dannie glover
got you runnin to your mother
makin plans for life
yo im only 15 what I need wit a wife
we can walk through the mall while i hold ya hips
or you can hang out the drop while im pushin the whip

take you on a ride that you'll never forget
runnin home tellin ya friends lil fizz is it
got ya hooked by the way that I lick my lips
and I got many dimes i aint sweatin a chick
yo I run these girls from coast to coast
droppin game so sick I got em doin the most

(Chorus)
I know that you wantin this
tell me can you handle it
show me how you work dem hips
and maybe you can roll with it
I know that you wantin this
tell me can you handle it
show me how you work dem hips
and maybe you can roll with it



    
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Pass the Courvoisier

by Busta Rhymes f/ P. Diddy

Artist: Busta Rhymes f/ P. Diddy
Album: Genesis
Song: Pass the Courvoisier
Typed by: EaSyJHoLLA@aol.com

[P.Diddy] w/ Busta In Background
Oh yea, I like this, Ladies & Gentlemen
The time you all been waitin for
(lets do it, do it, do it)
This is a Bad Boy, Flipmode collaboration
(Come on)

[P. Diddy]
Shake ya ass (come on), watch yourself (o.k)
I'm the man (lets go) and no one else
raah, raah

[Busta Rhymes]
Like a dungeon dragon
Still king of the flow, while my mink be draggin'
I said I'm sick with the flow
Stick a dick in ya hoe
Make them shut down the club, we threw a brick in da door

[P. Diddy]
Shit, I'm the number man, hot like summerjam

[Busta] (Puff)
Slick like Fonsareli, and rich like cunningham
I stretch them like rubber bands (I make them say)
Oh shit, the bitch got up and left with another man
(Saaay what!?, wha is you talkin bout?)
Theres nothin to talk about (see), you just a walk about
I light a long L, and just blowin the smoke about

[P. Diddy]
See, we serious wit it, they aint nothin to talk about

[Busta]
And while I scope it out, I love the way you bounce
Shake ya shit tuck in ya ass in poke it out, come on

[Chorus: Busta & P. Diddy]
[Busta] Give me the Henny, you can give me the Cris
You can pass me the Remi, but the pass the Courvoisier
[Diddy]Give me the ass, you could give me the dough
You can give me 'dro, but pass the Courvoisier
[Busta]Give me some money, you can give me some cars
But you can give me the bitch make sure you pass the Courvoisier
[Diddy] Give me some shit, you can give me the cribs
You can give me whaever just pass the Courvoisier

[P. Diddy]
We got these hoes lovin it
They gettin familiar man, they screamin out my government (Sean John)
I like them in twins like doublement (Don Juan)

[Busta]
We be bangin all types of chicks from here to (Hong Kong)
The best dressed bitches actin all cute to my shit
And get the wlyin out they actin like a ? to my shit
?? go a distance from yours, we holdin Jewish money now
Down to the credit card different from yours

[Diddy]
Its the law for me to get in ya drawers
I run the city of cars, they call me Mr. Diddy, the boss
You know me, the only G to willy a porshe

[Busta]
We get dough in all land the size of philly of course
Can imagine the price that my jewlery really would cost
We go to clubs with a briefcase and a half milli to floss (damn)
Fuck around and you can really get tossed
Ken Griffey flow, call me Alaska 'cause I be the king of the frost
What you can do is

[Chorus]

[Hook: Busta]
Five thousand boomin watts
I got a thousand karats all over my watch
Travel lighty, flow back easy
Back with the bus-a-bus and the P.D
We stay livin at the top of the charts
The shit we be spittin, be state of the art
We rockin ya block shit, wlyin like rock shit
Strapped with the gun and the street corner hot shit

[Diddy]
Now we sittin' in the drop top pretty
Knock, knock who is he?

[Busta]
Bus-a-bus, I put it down and this I get busy
(Excuse me bus-a-bus)
Full control of the city, if you aint know

[Diddy]
By the way, the name is Puff
It aint my fault ya dane corrupt
We went form Henny, to Remi to Moe to Belve to..

[Busta]
The game is us; we gettin money motherfucker
And the game we trust
Everytime we put it down, reppin the name is a must
Flipmode!

[Chorus 2x]

Puff Talking:
yea, yea, yea just pass the Courvoisier
yea, pass me that louie that motherfuckin' that that iron groove
Nineteen vintage motherfuckin' medievil
Ow, bitch. Yea, just pass the courvoisier
That that shit make, that dark shit just me wanna fuck
Straight up, I just need to know
Dis nigga Diddy dick hard as a..(*mumbles*)




    
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What's Luv?

by Fat Joe f/ Ashanti, Ja Rule

Artist: Fat Joe f/ Ashanti, Ja Rule
Album: Jealous Ones Still Envy (J.O.S.E.)
Song: What's Luv?
Typed by: KimShakeable3@hotmail.com *

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Fat Joe:
Put the fuckin' mic on
Mic is on
Joe Crack the Don uh
Yeah, Yeah, Y'All
Irv Gotti

Ashanti:
What's love?

Fat Joe:
Ashanti, Terror, Terror Squad
It should be about us
Be about trust

Chorus: Ashanti (Ja Rule) {Fat Joe}
What's love? (Got to do, got to do with it babe) {Yeah, Yeah, Y'All}
What's love?
It's about us {It's about us}
It's about trust babe {Be about trust}
What's love? (Got to do, got to do with it babe) {Yeah, Yeah, Uh}
What's love?
It should be about us {It should be about us}
It should be about trust babe {Be about trust}
What's love?

Verse 1: Fat Joe
Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, woo, yeah, slow down baby
Let you know from the gate I don't go down lady
I wanna chick with thick hips
That licks her lips
She can be the office type or like to strip
Girl you get me aroused how you look in my eye
But you talk to much man your ruinin' my high
Don't wanna lose the feelin'
Cause the roof is chillin'
It's on fire & you lookin'
Good for the gettin'
I'm rida
Other in a hoodie or a linner I'ma provider
You should see the jewelery on my women
& I'm livin' it up
The squad stay feelin' the truck
With Chicks that's willin' to triz with us uh
You say you gotta man & your in love
But what's love
Gotta do with a little menage
After the party
Just me & you
Could just slide for a few
& she could come too
That's love!

Chorus

Verse 2: Fat Joe
Yeah, uh, yeah, yo, mommy, I know you got issues
You gotta man
But you need to understand
That you got something with you
Ass is fat, frame is little
Tattoo in your chest with his name in the middle
Uh, I'm not a hater I just crush a lot
& the way you shake your booty I don't want you to stop
You Need to come a little closer (You need to come a little closer)
& let me put you under my arm like a Don is supposed ta (Like a Don is supposed ta)
Please believe
You leave with me
We'd be freakin' all night like we was on E
You need to trust the god & jump in the car
For a little hard 8 at the Taj Mahal
What's love?

Chorus

Verse 3: Fat Joe, Ashanti

Yeah, uh, yo, I stroll in the club with my hat down
Michael Jack style
Hot 7 who the mack now?
Not my fault cause they love the kid
Ma be the chain or the whip
I don't know what it is
We just party & bullshit
Come on mommy put your body in motion
You gotta nigga open
You came here with the heart to cheat
So you need to sing the song with me
All my ladies come on

Ashanti (Fat Joe)
When I look in your eyes there's no stopin' me
I want the Don Joey Crack on top of me (Uh-huh)
Don't want your stacks (Yeah)
Just break my back (Uh)
Gonna cut you no sack (Whoo)
Cause I'm on it like that (Uh, Come On)
Come on (Yeah, Yeah, Y'All) & put it (Yeah, Yeah, Y'All) on me (Put it on ya Girl) on me (I'm put it on ya Girl)

Chorus 2 Times




    
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Undisputed

by Cash Money Millionaires

Artist: Cash Money Millionaires
Album: Undisputed sOUNDTRACK
Song: Undisputed
Typed by: bootleg210@msn.com

Huh?
Yeah (yeah) yea - Yeah (yeah) yea
Yeah (yeah) yea - Yeah (yeah) yea
Yeah.. yo (yo) yo (yo)
Uh-huh (Who?)
CMB (Who?) Who else? (Who?)
The undisputed CMB (Who hold the title?)
We hold the title, you know why?
(Aight, yes) Look..

[Lil' Wayne]
There ain't a cat out green that could deal with Weez'
Homie quick like coupes, AH! Feel the breeze
And I'm (?) heart, the hood made me trill
The hottest Hot Boy baby, time reveal
And I'm momma's oldest boy, papa's first seed
But poppa's not real, he don't bleed what I bleed
I'm nineteen strong, a kid with a kid
And ain't too many people outdid what I did
I rock bricks down, I rock e'ry town
I puff the best 'dro, pound for pound
Now say Round, the boy tough not bluff
Yeezy Weezy, young money Squad up
Whoever don't like it mount up
Then down ya go, I been a champ like the dude Monroe
Not in ten years, they still wouldn'ta planned it
For every one to fall and I still be standin
Undisputed

[Hook] - 2X
We can't lose!
We been through too much pain
Too much struggle, and too much strain
This is CMR
Though them haterz tryna lock us in
We got it locked from the block to the pen
Undisputed!

[Baby]
I'm the ice man whodie, it's nothin to ex ya out
Put the G on the head, ain't got to say it out the mouth
With the beanie with the bluejean jacket, metal packin
Walkin up that walk and I'm bout that jackin
I do this for the penitentiary, holla!
I'll stunt for y'all while I'm spendin these dollars!
I lock cells like four corner blocks
I'm the bird man, I never chipped off the top
I'm switch-handed, when I'm swingin I'm landin
I thug on the street and I thug red-banded
Wipe you off the land, it's a concrete jungle
A tip fulla gangstaz, O.Z.'s, and bundoes
The tip drops for the clowns I put under
You know, I been livin like this for ten summers
I'm the boss of the ghetto, black crow of the game
3rd Ward survivor, ain't a damn thang changed!

[Hook] - 2X

[talking]
Say hold up, check this out
We 'bout to cut the lights off right?
Send me some meddum and a joe
And while ya at it, send that week down here wit it

[Lac]
Whodie I done sent for ya, so it's best ya come
I'm Lac Saladin, the dog of the pris-on
I'm the next best thing to the warden
Plus I'm chargin, two bits on accordin
I send words to an old blister, with no pistol
The B.G.F. still sho' getcha
I walk with my pants saggin
I'm a H.B.G. for life, now what's happenin?

[Mannie Fresh]
Please whatchu talkin, I'm a dead man walkin
If we was on the streets then the .44 would be barkin
Keep the shank on the left side and the titch right here
I'm the greasy outta B.C. that's runnin the tip
With the Black Gorillas, petty hustlers and esay's
Jeffery Dimer, Son of Sam, Arrogant Nation and O'Jay
Now how you gon' stop them, throw away the key and lock them
Tell the D.A. it's them against me, cockin

[Hook] - 2X




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Knoc

by Knoc-turnal f/ Dr. Dre & Missy

Artist: Knoc-turn'al f/ Dr. Dre, Missy 'Misdemeanor' Elliott
Album: Knoc 12"
Song: Knoc
Typed by: bootleg210@msn.com

Whatchu want?
Whatchu want?
Get off me

[Knoc] I pull quick, it's useless
[Knoc] I'm fully clipped, 6 fo' fully dipped
[Knoc] Throw chrome whip with three freaks and full hips with firm tits
[Dr.D] Yeah we fully chipped, been on gangsta shit
[Dr.D] It's ruthless, drunk off toothless
[Dr.D] Who make hits? (Dre)

[Knoc-turn'al]
Who we wit? (Knoc)
Westcoast parties don't stop
Who drop head-boppers? (The head doctor, bed-rocker)
Police pursue me in squad cars and helicopters
Checkin lockers, Mexican connect to play soccer
PH's and cockblockers
Ho-hoppers, weez niggaz is off the rocker
Sippin cranberry juice on rocks with vodka
We're pocket popperin, red foxes die (for real)
Takin names and takin orders
Ya fake ya name, and I'm all up on ya
Nigga that's Cali-fornia
Palm trees and 6-3's on deez
Rims dip to make the spokes go to
Slangin boulders, thought I told ya
True soldiers, comin from the motherfuckin shoulders (WOOP!)

[Hook: Missy Elliott]
Take it ea-say! (ea-say)
Cuz it's the motherfuckin KNOC!
Hotter than yo' block fulla motherfuckin COPS!
Bow down when ya see me!
Knoc the truth best believe it!
Take it ea-say! (ea-say)
Cuz it's the motherfuckin KNOC!
Hotter than a freak who givin head who won't STOP!
Bow down when ya pass thru!
Knoc-turn'al God damn you!

[Knoc-turn'al]
What's the difference between us? (Nah not that again)
New songs, and new cars, and new broads, and new thongs
On Crenshaw Boulevard - Line 'em up at the bar
Girl you know who we are, hip-hop superstars
Roll deep? Nah, we roll hard and deep
Bogart yo beef get the fuck off my street
Getcha motherfuckin ass beat
L.A., Compton, Long Beach, whooptie-whoop nigga what?
I don't give a fuck
Hustlers, hood-rats, sick-ass thugs - Crips and Bloods
(Hell nigga!) All my real niggaz raise it up
Nuttin but dubs, you got a sack, nigga what?
Raise it up

[Hook: Missy Elliott]

[Knoc-turn'al]
Bitch you ain't 'bout shit, my bad
Turn off the lights, don't trip
Give a nig' some ack wipe, and act like..
You might.. lick balls tonight
Girls all pause, hell nah, girls drop draws on site
Do drugs, shroom cups, smoke bud, all night
That's right, I like.. my sexual women, fuck dykes
Suck dick? No, but your father might
Fuckin hermaphrodite!
Duck the IRS, fuckin Howard Stern's wife
In traffic, bitch gave me head in real life
L.A. city lights, C.A. get it right
Westcoast on the grind, these niggaz done lost they minds
Straight loungin in the sunshine
Here's one thing you bitch niggaz must know
Fuck you! Please believe that, and I mean that

[Hook: Missy Elliott]




    
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Oops (oh my)

by Tweet f/Missy & Fabolous

Artist: Tweet f/ Fabolous and Missy
Song: Oops (oh my)


Tell you what I did last night
I came home, say, around a quater to three
Still so high
Hypnotized
In a trance
>From the start it, so butter and brown and tantalizing
You woulda thought I needed help from this feeling that I felt
So shook I had to catch my breath

Oops, there goes my shirt up over my head
Oh my
Oops, there goes my skirt dropin' to my feet
Oh my
Ooh, some kinda touch careesing my face
Oh my
Ooh I'm turning red
Who could this be?

I tried and I tried to avoid
but this thing was happening
Swollow my pride
Let it ride and party
But this body felt just like mines
I got worried
I looked over to the left
A reflection of myself
That's why I couldn't catch my breath

Oops, there goes my shirt up over my head
Oh my
Oops, there goes my skirt dropin' to my feet
Oh my
Ooh, some kinda touch careesing my face
Oh my
Ooh I'm turning red
Who could this be?

Oops, there goes my shirt up over my head
Oh my
Oops, there goes my skirt dropin' to my feet
Oh my
Ooh, some kinda touch careesing my face(or is it Legs)
Oh my

Missy:
(I looked over to the left)
Umm I was looking so good I couldn't reject myself
(I looked over to the left)
Umm I was feeling so good I had to touch myself
(I looked over to the left)
Umm I was eyein my thighs butter pecan brown
(I looked over to the left)
Umm comin outta my shirt and then the skirt came down

Oops, there goes my shirt up over my head
Oh my
Oops, there goes my skirt dropin' to my feet
Oh my
Ooh, some kinda touch careesing my face
Oh my
Ooh I'm turning red
Who could this be?

Oops, there goes my shirt up over my head
Oh my
Oops, there goes my skirt dropin' to my feet
Oh my
Ooh, some kinda touch careesing my face
Oh my
Ooh I'm turning red
Who could this be?

Oops, there goes my shirt up over my head
Oh my
Oops, there goes my skirt dropin' to my feet
Oh my
Ooh, some kinda touch careesing my face
Oh my
Ooh I'm turning red
Who could this be?

Ooh My



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What About Us

by Brandy

Artist: Brandy
Song: What About Us
Typed by: ghettofabulous98


[R. Jerkins]
Whoo!
Yeah, darkchild
B-Rock let's go

Why don't you return my calls?
Why you trip out where I be?
You don't ever come to see me
You say that you're too busy (what?)

What the hell?
I don't have time
Why you messin' with my mind?
I can find another guy
Someone who will treat me right

I don't need this bull ish
I won't put up with it, any longer
You can, go if you want
I don't, need you pity
I will, be just fine
If you decide, that you want to leave
Close the, door behind you
I just, want to know what...

What about all of the
Things that you say
What about all of the
Promises that you made
What about all of the
Ice that you gave
What about all of the
Things you told me
What about all of the
Things that you say
What about all of the
Promises that you made
What about all of the
Ice that you gave
What about, what about
What about us? What about us, us?
What about us? What about us, us?

I thought you said you were different
Was that what I heard you say?
Said that you'd love only me
Thought that you'd be all I need (what?)
What happened to promises?
Said that you were a better man
Your words have no way with me
Cause you're counterfeit, I see

I don't need this bull ish
I won't put up with it, any longer
You can, go if you want
I don't, need you pity
I will, be just fine
If you decide, that you want to leave
Close the, door behind you
I just, want to know what...

What about all of the
Things that you say
What about all of the
Promises that you made
What about all of the
Ice that you gave
What about all of the
Things you told me
What about all of the
Things that you say
What about all of the
Promises that you made
What about all of the
Ice that you gave
What about, what about
What about us? What about us, us?
What about us? What about us, us?

Baby you should now hear this...
Now what if I said that you wasn't fit to be with
Now what if I told you you're game was played, I licked it
Yo what if I said I wasn't true, so do you
You and I know, without me there's no you
So what about the bills that were passed due
Before you, all you said to me was "Baby I'll owe you"
Forget about the brand new life that I gave you
Now what about us to me, now what about us to me

What about all of the
Things that you say
What about all of the
Promises that you made
What about all of the
Ice that you gave
What about all of the
Things you told me
What about all of the
Things that you say
What about all of the
Promises that you made
What about all of the
Ice that you gave
What about, what about
What about us? What about us, us?
What about us? What about us, us?

What about all of the
Things that you say
What about all of the
Promises that you made
What about all of the
Ice that you gave
What about all of the
Things you told me
What about all of the
Things that you say
What about all of the
Promises that you made
What about all of the
Ice that you gave
What about, what about
What about us? What about us, us?
What about us? What about us, us?

Oh, oh, oh, oh...



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Stay the Night

by IMX

Artist: Imx (Immature)
Song: Stay The Night

[Intro]
Ooh ooh baby
Immature's back, back, back
Ooh ooh baby baby, ooh ooh baby
Romeo, LBD and Bat (Bat, Bat)
You wanna get with me tonight
Ooh

Baby, tryin' me, givin' me... all your love
I will never do you wrong
Baby, won't you let down your guard
Then maybe, we can go real far

(Chorus)
Ooh ooh baby
Say you wanna stay the night
You know you got a brother high
I'll come and pick you up in my ride
Ooh ooh baby baby
Ooh ooh baby
Say you wanna stay the night
You wanna get with me tonight
I'll come and pick you up in my ride
Ooh ooh baby baby

Baby, I'll be there to get you, around one
So we can go chill and have some fun
Baby, let's cuddle, 'til the sun comes up
And baby, you know that I love you so much

(Chorus)

[Rap by Romeo]
One, two, three, get down like that
You didn't know? Well understand
We can move from the front to the back
Watch me make you feel like that?
Make the moves, you don't like the rules
Take no fools, if that's cool
Romeo, I never lose
With the girls I choose

Immature's back
Throw your hands in the sky
Do you think we're tight? (Yeah)

Immature's back
Immature's back
Immature's back

(Ooh ooh baby)
Back, back, back
Immature's back
Immature, Immature's back
Hey ladies (Yeah)
Do you think we're... (Yeah)
Immature's back, back, back
(Ohh yeah) Throw your hands in the sky
(Whoa yeah) Hey girls
Do you think we're tight? (Yeah)
Oh baby

(Chorus to fade)






    
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Roc the Mic

by Beanie Sigel & Freeway

Artist: Beanie Sigel & Freeway
Album: Roc the Mic 12"
Song: Roc the Mic
Typed by: Gemini_2050@Hotmail.com

[B Sigel] HoV! Hov!
[Freeway] Bounce
[B Sigel] Holla!
[Freeway] Bounce, bounce, bounce

[Beanie Sigel]
It's B Sig in the place with Young Free
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right
Still watch what you say out your mouth
Cause 50 shots still will burn the club out

[Verse 1: Freeway]
I miss the hood when I'm travelin, get neck when I'm travelin
Chicks peck wood when I'm travelin
Fuck a Lex cause the click fit good in the Caravan
Slide through your hood like a avalanche
Take a flick if you get a chance get that close
Fuck an advance, cause I get that dough
Beef with me, enemies come sleep with me for breakfast
Guaranteed to eat this toast
I'm reckless, firestarter heat your folks
A starvin artist that a eat y'all tracks, so don't bring 'em around
I be around ricans vida loca
They got all the toasters don't need no gats
I got a six stashed leave 'em around
So I don't get left around haters around when I leave
In the winter rock short sleaves reason the pound
With the heat blastin, keep actin the heat blastin
Techno Marine shinin, marine fashion backin 'em down
Niggas 'gone keep hatin and my click 'gone keep grindin
Keep movin, lockin the town

Chorus:
[Freeway]
It's Freeway in the place with B Sig
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah
Still watch what you say to me prick
Cause I got what it takes to dump the AK clip

[Beanie Sigel]
It's B Sig in the place with Young Free
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah
Still watch what you say out your mouth
Cause 50 shots still will turn the club out, ho!!!

[Verse 2: Beanie Sigel]
It's Mack-daddy-young strappy
No he ain't the OG gangsta
Yes I is! come on don't test I kid
I firebomb cribs like Left Eye did
Notorious like that Bed-Stuy kid, +B.I.G.+ or small you can get it
Dead wrong, like tryin to brawl a strong armored midget
I pull the 9 out my pocket I'm lyin
I pull the Mac out the closet, start firin
For you cats outta pocket, stop tryin
Take that, get back, clap iron
You know, stay low, keep firin, uh!
I put the led in the gat, the metal go clap
I lay cats flat on they back, stop fuckin with this radical cat
You fuck around and need a medical cat
The led'll go clap, your head'll go back, uhhh
It's B Sig in the place to be
With two heaters on the waist of me, man who's facin me?

Chorus:
[Beanie Sigel]
It's B Sig in the place with Young Free
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah
Still watch what you say out your mouth
Cause 50 shots still will turn the club out, ho!!!

[Freeway]
It's Freeway in the place with B Sig
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah
Still watch what you say to me prick
Cause I got what it takes to dump the AK clip

[Verse 3: Freeway]
Big nickels down your way don't trip
Get folded down your way, got soldiers down your way
Keep quiet down your way no lip
All of y'all need to run yo'self
Go get the burna nigga bang yo'self
Or I come through with the hammer make you lose yo' health
Fast, roll with dashes, move like Cassius Clay
Move yay like caskets, there's a will there's a way
Obey my thirst move yay through traffic
Without Sprite, without Nike's
I just do it bar break your basket
Yeah you damn right, without ice
I pull up to your honey car and stuff her basket
International post player, circle the atlas
You don't wanna be hoe playas, circle the hood
Bend over backwards, without searchin for backwoods

Chorus:
[Freeway]
It's Freeway in the place with B Sig
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah
Still watch what you say to me prick
Cause I got what it takes to dump the AK clip

[Beanie Sigel]
It's B Sig in the place with Young Free
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah
Still watch what you say out your mouth
Cause 50 shots still will turn the club out, ho!!!

[Freeway]
It's Freeway in the place with B Sig
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah
Still watch what you say to me prick
Cause I got what it takes to dump the AK clip

[Beanie Sigel]
It's B Sig in the place with Young Free
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah
Still watch what you say out your mouth
Cause 50 shots still will turn the club out, ho!!!

[Outro: Freeway]
All of y'all need to run yo'self
Go get the burna nigga bang yo'self
All of y'all need to run yo'self
Go get the burna nigga bang yo'self
Shit, shit, it's the, it's the Roc nigga, hooo, hoo, hoo!
And another one, and another one.. {*fades*}


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Ain't it Funny

by Jennifer Lopez f/ Ja Rule

Artist: Jennifer Lopez f/ Ja Rule, Cadillac Tah
Album: Ain't it Funny 12"
Song: Ain't it Funny (Remix)
Typed by: compbuttons@hotmail.com

[Ja Rule]
Murda Inc
Ha, ha it must be the ass that got me like damn
If they get any fatter
Man the Rule gonna have to get at her
And our situation won't matter
I come to make you smile in the freakiest manners
J to the L-O, hello
No, I'm not Lee Harvey Oswald
I'm the Rule and the shot call
Off the wall, like MJ in his early days
It's the Inc. and Lopez now

[Jennifer Lopez]
Ain't it funny
It's been awhile since you came around
Now ya wanna see what's goin' down
Tryin' to tell me why ya want my time
Tryin' to tell me how I'm on your mind
See it never had to be this way
You should've never played the games you played
Now I'm seein' that you're kind of lame
Knowin how the situation change

[Chorus: Jennifer Lopez]
Ain't that funny
Baby that you want me
When you had me
Love is crazy
Now I can smile and say
Ain't that funny
Baby that you want me
When you had me
Love is crazy
I'm glad I can smile and say
Ain't that funny

[Jennifer Lopez]
I remember how you walked away
Even when I tried to call your name
See at first I didn't understand
Now you're lookin' like a lonely man
I remember how you did me wrong
And now you're hurtin' cause my love is gone
Everybody gets a chance to burn
You can take it as a lesson learned

[Chorus]

[Cadillac Tah]
C-A double D, HA!!!
Double dose ma
Fly by, red line, Testa Rossa
Oh I, never been a sucker for chocha
Spit the ism, hit 'em, get rid of em
And you know Tah get it gully
And ain't that funny
How they want me see me workin' with money
But Caddy ain't a dummy
What these brodies want from me
Cause all I got is G, J.LO!!!
And Murda I.N.C.

[Jennifer Lopez]
I really wish you wouldn't send me gifts
Tryin' to make me sit and reminisce
Tryin' to blind me with your blingin' bling
Thought I told you love don't cost a thing
Hope you realize that now I'm through
And I don't ever wanna hear from you
I had enough of bein' there for you
Now I'm laughin' why you play the fool

[Chorus]

[Ja Rule x2]
Baby, is that your girlfriend
I got my boyfriend
But maybe we can be friends
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah

[Chorus to fade]


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Brooklyn Babies

by RZA f/ others

Artist: RZA f/ Force MD's, Masta Killa, Tiffany
Album: Bobby Digital in Digital Bullet
Song: Brooklyn Babies
Typed by: ThaMasta@WuLyricz.Com

[Tiffany]
Bobby, I'm tired of yo' shit, nigga!
I'm tired of you comin' in at 3 o'clock in the mornin'
Nigga, you got a family here
You act like you don't fuckin' know that shit
Nigga, what the fuck?

[RZA {*overlapped by chorus*}]
Yo, yo, yo, yo..
Growin' up in crazy Cali
Yo, yo, yo..

[Chorus 1 - Force MD's]
Digital, these niggas should be crazy
Growin' up as a Brooklyn baby
Bedstuy, this is my life..

[RZA]
Yo, yo, yo..
A Brooklyn baby, I was bron up in King's County
Inside the womb seven months before the Queen found me
Up in wroughty Brownsville with fiends around me
Now roam gat in Staten with Cream Team around me
They called me Bobby, cousin, really got the black Harley
Taught his son how to spike cats like Lee Harvey
Oswald, all's well that ends well
My big brother Divine, he pushed the Benz well
I got the cherry Range, broke and rockin' heavy chains
I'm from the tribe of men who would bury Kings
On the back of the A-train, my daydream
Should I make a phat hit or should I take CREAM?
From the Clan that taught you Cash Rules
I make soul grind tracks, you grab ass too
Give respect to the Prince when he pass through
Might have a chocolate deluxe in a glass shoe
Cousin Billy, known to strap the black uzi
Two-two in front of the Jakes like Jack Ruby
Live on TV where you see B-O-B-B-Y
D-I-G-I-T-A-L, A-L, things ain't too well

[Chorus 1]

[Chorus 2 - Force MD's]
Digital, these niggas should be crazy
Growin' up as a Brooklyn baby
This is how I live my life..

[Masta Killa]
Yeah..
Peace Lafyetee, Stuyvessant, Malcolm X
Shot dice on green, we live from Calasky y'all
It's Fred Glassy, zig-zag-zig through traffic
Get the herb, get the God, peace Ra'
What's the word on things?
Through the phone I heard the bangin' sounds
in the background, layin' down
I'm spittin' what the people missin'
We extreme with the murder type theme
Don't sleep, get ya head split to the white meat
Big guns, down South we blaze
Shippin' bodies back up North, it's the Weston
Wild Texan, no trespassin'
Long mics hit the dead arm
Planet Earth, home of Islam
Brooklyn, I was physically born, clothes torn
Rough tacklin' the streets, Allah Math' spine Technics
We bring heat to the block party, drinkin' Bacardi
Baggin' shorties for the homies who ain't here

[Chorus - both to fade]

[Tiffany {*overlapped by chorus*}]
Bobby, that's right, you ain't shit, nigga
You ain't shit, but a big dick and a mothafuckin' cheque
All that fuckin' Brooklyn shit, Shaolin shit
Nigga, grow the fuck up!
What the fuck is up with you, nigga?
You ain't shit, nigga
Comin' in high off that shit
What the fuck?
I'm tired of yo' shit
What the fuck is that shit anyway?
What the fuck?
And your cousin Billy, I'm sick of that mothafucka
That mothafucka could never come up in this
mothafuckin' house ever again
He's a criminal mothafuckin' gangsta, see that shit?
A criminal, I'm sick of that shit
I'm sick of yo' shit, Bobby {*echoes*}
Brooklyn this, Shaolin that
What the fuck, nigga?
I don't know why I love your stupid ass anyway
Pssh.. but I do love you Bobby


Posted on Jan 26, 2002, 10:59 AM

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More Than A Women

by Aaliyah

Artist: Aaliyah
Song: More Than A Women
Album: Aaliyah
Sent by: BabyGurl20014@aol.com (Thanx boo)

(Verse 1)
Passion, instant
Sweat me, feel me
Cupid's shot me
My heartbeat's racing
Tempt me, drive me
Feels so exciting
Thought of highly
It's yours entirely

CHORUS:
I'll be more than a lover
More than a woman
More than your others
I'll be more than a lover
More than a woman
More than enough for you
I'll be more than a lover
More than a woman
Making love under covers
I'll be more than a lover
More than a woman
More than enough for you

(Verse 2)
Midnight grindin'
My heartrate's climbin'
You go, I go
'Cause we share pillows
Taste me, Feed me
There's still no separating
Morning massages
With new bones in your closet

(Repeat chorus)

(Hook)
I don't think you're ready
I don't think you're ready
For this thing
For this thing
I don't think you're ready
For this thing
You're not ready
I don't think you're ready
For this thing
This thing, this thing
I don't think you're ready
For this thing

(Verse 3)
Constant pleasures
No scale can measure
Secret treasures
Keeps on getting better
Do you wanna roll with me?
We can go to foreign lands
Your hand in my hand
Do you wanna ride with me?
We can be like Bonnie & Clyde
Be by your side

Repeat chorus



    
This message has been edited by tidepoetry on Jan 26, 2002 10:54 AM

Posted on Jan 18, 2002, 4:22 PM

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Baby Phat (Nasty Girl)

by De La Soul

Artist: De La Soul f/ Devin the Dude, E. Yummy Bingham
Album: AOI: Bionix
Song: Baby Phat
Typed by: bootleg210@msn.com

Phat Phat, uh
Ain't nothing wrong with big broads
Phat Phat

[Posdnuos]
It's a sure bet
When I stare into your dark browns I get
Overwhelmed, overjoyed, overstep
My bounds, on your touchy subject
Your weight, your shape's not what I date
It's you, my crew don't mind it thick (Uh-uh)
Every woman ain't a video chick (Nah)
Or runway model anorexic
I love what I can hold and grab on
So if you burn it off then keep the flab on
We gonna stay gettin our collab on (Oww)
Girl we gonna stay gettin our collab on (Ooh, ooh)
We gonna stay gettin our collab on

[Chorus: Devin the Dude]
Don't stuck on the things they say, now you know it's a nasty world
Tryin to get with ya anyway cause I know you're a nasty girl
We ain't never gon' discriminate so let me compliment your size
Oooh oohh