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Keepin' it Gangsta

by Fabolous

Artist: Fabolous
Album: Ghetto Fabolous
Song: Keepin' it Gangsta
sent by: rassfan@hotmail.com
Typed by: flossyicedhotboy2002@hotmail.com


[Fabolous talking]
Fabolous, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, Yeah
Yo, I don't care what y'all do, how y'all do
Where y'all do it, just keep it gangsta
Look at them gangstas

[Verse 1]
Fab's livin' la vida loca
Only nigga in the hood you can come see for either weed or coca
Nark's wanna see me and my team in a chair
They heard about the kid with the high beams in his ear
DEA been lookin' for proof since 9-3
When I came thruogh in the Benz with the roof behind me
Tell them jake's through on bullet proof's and find me
You need extingwishers to go in the booth behind me
Who the fuck wanna beef
My Fendi knits be 3X so you can't see whats tucked underneath
And I might not even drop
Just take my advance and make a small town in Cleveland pop
"Vivrant Thing" on my hip, that will make you "Breathe and Stop"
Rock ya chain in ya shirt, Your roll (Rollie) with the sleeve on top
You niggas know where my heat stay at
I leave niggas MIA and I ain't talkin where the Heat play at
C'mon

[Chorus]
Y'all know who
Keepin' it Gangsta
We come through
Keepin' it Gangsta
Y'all know how we do
Keepin' it Gangsta
My whole crew
Keepin' it Gangsta

[Verse 2]
Niggas don't think I'm still shavin crack
Cause I pull up in a truck with a system that make the pavement crack
Baugettes have my face and beard covered
And I keep a Leathal Weapon like Mel Gibson and Dan Glover
Now I lose V Money and C Lo
And the cops think me and Muggs is G Money and Nino
I don't hit these honey's with C-Notes
Rather put them on Greyhound, Strap these honey's with kilo's
Type of gangsta every chick wants
I get Nike's from Aster you won't see hit the store for 6 months
Something bout the Beamer X5
When I come through it be increasing a skeo's sex drive
Half the click look like they stuck Genisis up
The other half is tryin to wrap they sentances up
Im never gone hate, Half these artists never slum weight
When they call NY, its the only time they touch the 7-1-8

[Chorus]
Y'all know who
Keepin' it Gangsta
We come through
Keepin' it Gangsta
Y'all know how we do
Keepin' it Gangsta
My whole crew
Keepin' it Gangsta

[Verse 3]
I lay low on the other side of the globe
Carat's hangin out the side of my lobe
Pull in ya drivers side and unload
They find ya when its time for your ride to be towed
On side of the road
With ya brain on ya passenger side of ya Rove (Rover)
y'all niggas ain't gangstas til' y'all ridin
And Fed's tell ya hit a chick once and she runnin back like Fred Taylor
Im snatchin everything in the PJ's now
Thats why most these niggas is workin' with the DA's now
If I'm in a hoop ride or a buggy coupe 5
Keepin' it Gangsta
If I'm with a hoochie freak or a dime in Gucci sneaks
Keepin' it Gangsta
If I'm probally in the hood or I'm in Hollywood
Keepin' it Gangsta
If I spit 16 on a track or 16 from a gat
Keepin' it Gangsta

[Chorus]
Y'all know who
Keepin' it Gangsta
We come through
Keepin' it Gangsta
Y'all know how we do
Keepin' it Gangsta
My whole crew
Keepin' it Gangsta


Posted on Sep 25, 2001, 8:38 PM

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Lights, Camera, Action

by Mr. Cheeks

Artist: Mr. Cheeks
Album: Lights, Camera, Action 12"
Song: Lights, Camera, Action
Typed by: bootleg210@msn.com
sent by: rassfan@hotmail.com

[Mr. Cheeks]
I'm talkin to these motherfuckers
Yea, ok
Yea, ooh, ooh (This one's a vivrant thing)
LB, G.I. one fam, oh my (Bounce with me now)
Big, dawg, hot (I'm talkin, this gone be somethin now)
Mr. Cheeks, whoo (I'm talkin lights, camera, action)
Ohhhh Kay (Get down now)
Big dawg now one shot deal shit

[Verse 1]
Yea, ok
Now I'm in the spot where I wanna be
Money spent, niggas gettin bent, chicks in front of me
Just the way I like it, hunnies turnin somethin
I got a seat up in the cut and I'm burnin somethin
Booties dancin 'round a nigga and I'm killin one
Killin one from the top of the stash and I'm feelin buns
Plus I'm do' low at a table - I'm fuckin with this chick,
with a phat body and the ring up in her navel
Dances around, she struts with the "fuck" walk
Touches her toes, and she can make her butt talk
Do whatcha gotta do, I ain't mad at 'chu
Know a lot of haters when they seen and as bad as you
You's a real bad girl, a nigga need that
Sippin on ya Henny, askin where the weed at
Lemme put you onto somethin
You fuckin with a big nigga, no frontin

[Chorus] 2x
Uh shorty, turn it around lemme see somethin
Fuckin with me for real, it's gone be somethin
Yea, I'm talkin lights, camera, action
Had me singin "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson"

[Verse 2]
I love the way it's goin down she got the thong on
She started bouncin more once she heard the "Thong Song"
Them high heels got them calves lookin right too
Shorty come live with me for the night true
Shit I'm only tryin to holla - it's only right you holla back
So where you headed lemme follow that
Now word up I got plans for you
It's more than my tongue and my hands'll do
The way you move to the music - it make a nigga wanna,
take you up outta here, go somewhere, loose it
And your physique is off the chain
It's gonna be hard gettin you off the brain
I mean we could take a drive in the X5
The way you boogie on the floor, know that sex slide
You's a dime piece, I'm tryin to see somethin
Suck your t's and in your front and lemme squeeze somethin

[Chorus] 2x
Uh shorty, turn it around lemme see somethin
Fuckin with me for real it's gone be somethin
Hey, I'm talkin lights, camera, action
Had me singin "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson"

[Verse 3]
I got a few hours left 'til a nigga jet
And I'm hopin that it's you that a nigga get
Hear them callin out ya name, I geuss ya showtime
Get'cha money shorty, lemme see you pole climb
Toes out, back showin off the tat-toooo
Fuck the dumb shit, a nigga had to snatch youuuu
Lookin as good as ya smell, pay your own bills
Ask officer, cuz your pushin your own wheels
Yea I'm feelin you tryin to see the deal with you
What's goin on, later on, can I chill with you?
We can do anything that you wanna do
You know the way a nigga feel, all I want is you
Get ya dance on
Love the way you make the moves with no pants on
Let's ride!
Bounce to ya man's song
Let's get to goin, it's goin on before the chance gone
Next stop

[Chorus] 4x
Uh shorty, turn it around lemme see somethin
Fuckin with me for real, it's gone be somethin
Hey, I'm talkin lights, camera, action
Had me singin "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson"

[Mr. Cheeks]
Yo, turn with me now
Do my thing, hey swing with me now
Big dawg now, one shot deal shit
Keep it tight, and this is how we steal shit
It's that real shit, it's that new shit
How we come thru shit
Mr. Sexy keep shit hot with us
Let's go get it, niggas tryed to come get us
Back, niggas know my fuckin style
Got the booties in the back, HEY meanwhile
We just suckin and smokin and drinkin
Hey man, what the fuck is they thinkin
Aww shit, we's high tonite
Well my nigga said "Let's ride tonite"
We out in Miami
We in New York
Twist the cap, pop the cork
Yea shorty, lemme see somethin
Fuckin with me and my team, yea it's gone be somethin
I'm talkin 'bout lights, camera, action
Had a nigga singin "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson"
Yea, oh, ha-ha, sorry Ms. Jackson
Shorty actin like she ready for some action


Posted on Sep 24, 2001, 1:17 PM

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#1

by Nelly

Artist: Nelly
Album: Training Day soundtrack
Song: Number One
Typed by: Makavellipac403@aol.com *
sent by: rassfan@hotmail.com

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Uh uh uh
I just gotta bring it to they attention dirty
That's all....

You better watch who you talking bout
Runnin your mouth
Like you know me
You gonn fuck around and check
Why they surely
They call me "show me"
Why one-on-one you can't hold me
If your last name was Haynes
Only way you wear me out
Wrong: Is stretch my name on your pen
Right: Is sticth my name on your pants
No resident of France
But you swear I'm from Paris
106 Karats
Wrong: Told em "Naw that's pure rich"
Right: Told em "Naw that's per wrist"
Trying to compurr (compare) this
My chain to your chain
I'm like sprint and Motorola
No service, out of your range
Your out of your brains
Thinking I'ma shout out your name
You gotta come up with better ways
Than that
To catch your fame
Only pressure you applying
Is time to ease off
Before I hit you from the blind side
Taking your sleeves off
As much as we's lost
Still hard to please boss
Wrong: Don't be lying
Right: Don't be lying, bitchin
And crying
Sucking the bezel loss
Cause your
Ass is wack
Your whole
Label is wack
And matter fact
Eh eh eh eh eh hear that

(Chorus)
I-Am-number one
No matter if you like it
Wrong: Ready take this down in writing
Right: Here take this sit down and write it
I-Am-number one
Hey hey hey hey hey hey
Now let me ask you man...
What does it take to be number one?
Two is not a winner
And 3 nobody remembers (hey)
What does it take to be number one?
Hey hey hey hey

Do you like it when I shake it for ya?
Daddy? Move it all around?
Let you get a peep before it touches the ground?

(Nelly)
Hell yeah
Ma I'm in a girl that's willing to learn
Willing to get in the driver's seat
Willing to turn
And not concerned about that
He say, she say, did he say, what I think he said?
Squash that
He probably got that off E-bay
Or some Internet access
Some website chat line
Mad cause I got mine
Ooh don't wind up on the flatline
Oh if my uncle could see me know
If he could see how many rappers wanna be me now
Straight emulating my style
Right to the "down down"
Wrong: Can he bout to score now
Right: Can't leave out the store now
Better wait till they calm down
Wrong: I got little shorty's
Right: I got hella shorty's
Coming askin me "Yo where the party?"
Oh lordy till I continue to act naughty
Wrong: Mixing cris at the party
Right: Mixing cris and Bacardi
Got me banging fo sho
I'm not a man of many words
But there's one thing I know
Pimp-

(Chorus)

Hey yo I'm tired of people judging what's real Hip-Hop
Half the time you be them niggas who's fuckin album flop
(You know) Boat done sank and it aint left the dock
(Cmon!) Mad cause I'm hot
(He just) Mad cause he not
You aint gotta gimme my props
Just gimme the yachts
Gimme my rocks
Keep my fans coming in flocks
Till you top the Superbowl
Keep your mouth on lock
Shhhhh I'm awake ha ha
I'm cocky on the mic
But I'm humble in real life
Taking nothing for granted
Blessing errthing on my life
Trying to see a new light
At the top of the roof
Wrong: Baby aint not single
Right: Peep it, name not Sigel
But I speak the truth
I heat the booth
Nelly acting so uncouth
Top down shirt off
in the coupe
Spreadin the loot
With my
family and friends
And my
Closest to kin
And I
Do it again
If it means I'ma win
Dirty I am

(Chorus) - repeat until fade


Posted on Sep 24, 2001, 12:55 PM

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Family Affair (Remix)

by Mary J.Blige f/ Jadakiss, Fabolous

Artist: Mary J.Blige f/ Jadakiss, Fabolous
Album: Family Affair 12"
Song: Family Affair (Remix)
Typed by: dangerousdoc2001@hotmail.com *
SENT BY: RASSFAN@HOTMAIL.COM

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[Verse 1-Jadakiss]
Yeah, uh, what, uh, yeah, uh
hey yo you can hit the dance floor now, you ain't gotta wait
we can take this outside, you ain't gotta hate
this here is a family affair, the family is here
everybody put your hands in the air
we don't need no haten or rachen
somebody better calm duke down cause the eight'll lace him
while your waitin get it perculatin
love to smoke previlly purple hazen
sharp as a buck fifty
doing my dance, and honey mad cause she can't keep up with me
but still banging em, sogging em, still robbing em
and the whole world knows Kiss is a problem
but I ain't come to fight, I came to have fun tonight
and hit more then one tonight
get crunk from begenning to end
Mary J and Jada, Y, O, we did it again, ugh
[Mary J Blige]
come on everybody get on up
cause you know we gots to get it crunk
Mary J is in the spot tonight
and I'm gonna make you feel alright
come on baby just party with me
let loose and set your body free
leave your situations at the door
so when you step inside jump on the floor

[Mary J Blige-Chorus]

[Mary J Blige]
gonna gonna be about a matter of time
before you get loose and start to lose your mind
cop you a drink, go ahead and rock your ice
cause were celebratin no more drama in our life
get the track pumpin, everybody is jumpin
go ahead twist your back and get your body bumpin
I thought I told you to leave your situations at the door
so grab somebody and get your ass on the dance floor
[Chorus]

[Fabolous]
Yall can't deny it, uh, yeah, this is cracklatin
Yeah it's Mary and the kid
bouncing in the six four until we crack the things
after a few shots I'm faded
family affair, yall don't where the spot is located if your not related
and they got to hate it
ha switch from a ring to chapar to a rolex
I watch them grin it
this year there is no more drama
mainly because now my saving account show more commas
usally it's mello rappers
in the club pulling models and pulling bottles out them yellow wrappers
staying (?) to those hammers
and be standing on the couch like my moms ain't teach me no manners
ma we can leave the club and hit the beach in Guyana
don't come back to our features is tanner
and thiers acscents on each of our grammers
your with the young F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S family

[Chorus Til End]


Posted on Sep 17, 2001, 5:08 PM

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**Unreleased**

by D-12 & Eminem

Artist: D-12 f/ Eminem, Eye Kyu
Album: The Underground EP
Song: Chance to Advance ^
Typed by: jadakiss143@hotmail.com *

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^ Never released nationwide

[Proof]
Pah pow
Straight off the coral
Now the Dirtiest street vet from the Mile
Incest without the Texas six-shooter
Body-bullet polluter
Perverted intruder
Now who the fuck wanna buck with the disease
That's diss eased
I got a bitch named trigger
My main squeeze will make your brain freeze
Dirty D. is dope like cane trees

[Eye Kyu]
Remain eased
Maintain chill status with no pause
Hug slugs hit your cabbage
And turn your dome to cold slaw
My only thought of survival before my arrival
I'm jumpin' out on niggas like I'm 5-0
Smack 'em up like a pack o' trifle and fly hoes
Any opportunity to mangle I never pass up
Fuckin' your clique with broomsticks
Face down ass up
Dirty Dozen packin' the shit
To turn your chest red
With that dick in your mouth
Fuckin' everything you just said

[Eminem]
Yeah yeah bitch
Comin' to a block near you is Dirty Dozen
Nasty like a stank slut bitch with 30 husbands
When I was five I was already fuckin'
And playin' X-Rated cassettes
With Teddy Ruxpin
I used to walk up and down the block cussin'
Locked in youth homes at 6 for glock bustin'
I grew up with knot ballers
Who got dollars
Shot collars with guns and rottweilers

[Bizarre]
By any means necessary I'm on a killing spree
It's the devil in me
Intoxicated with wild Hennessy
Beware life ain't fair and I don't care
Cher braids my hair
While her kids are in day care
Two blunts and I'm out for lunch
Your worse than I'm a sugar pie honey bunch
Diss Bizarre Kid, that ain't the answer
You're more uncomfortable than an anorexic cat
With fuckin' cancer

Here's your chance to advance
Get in your stance
I shoot the holster off your cowboy pants
Here's your chance to advance
Get in your stance
I shoot the holster off your cowboy pants
Here's your chance to advance
Get in your stance
I shoot the holster off your cowboy pants Here's your chance to advance
Get in your stance
I shoot the holster off your cowboy pants

[Bizarre]
Locked in the studio boy
I don't wanna mingle
Smokin' LSD workin' on Lou Roff's new single
Who's the big guy that's quick like Sugar Ray
Fuck cow gods bitch
Bizarre might take you away
Give up the pussy cuz I know you a freak
Replacin' your hamster in a week
Cuz my crew's gots to eat
Eight reppin' anorexic girls
Who might eat up cock
(Hold up Bizarre you're takin' that shit too far)
But I can't stop cuz my will ain't there

[Eminem]
Twist 'em up
And dump that bitch in Lake Sinclair
Your mistakes ain't rare
Your rap style annoys
You rhyme like a bitch
Plus I can't stand your voice
Bitch you suck, you whack as fuck
Eat a dick, you need a brick upside your dome
We be the clique runnin' you down in carloads
Leavin' you smashed on tar roads
Flat line like bar codes

[Eye-Kyu]
Put up your guard hoes
I'm blazing heat the way we speak
Not even Nike could cover these amazing feats
Burning rappers eternally
Internally and externally
For half steppin' like one-legged fraternities
Quick draw McGraw
B.K.A. Eye-kyu
Puttin' something inside you
Leavin' holes that I see right through
For anyone obstructing my view
My order of attack
These slugs to your chest
That'll blow your heart out your back
Makin' sure you get fed with a whole lotta led
Then throw you off of the Ambassador Bridge
And scream "DROP DEAD"

[Proof]
Largely I'm out to stack equations
Without a tax evasion
With mossy that's amazin'
All the same like black and asian
My pack evasion attack a stage and
Roll plush like a Cadillac
I wish your fleet would
Try to battle rap
Would make a man bleed
Like a cattle pack stampede
Frontin' cosign my hands bleed
Think they recognize like Sam Sneed
My drug ain't dispose ya
Fold ya couldn't (*BLAM*)
Another classic closure
The death master out to blast ya
My team run shit from the deep East Side
Down to Lasher
Past the - norm
My group swarm
Molest the children of the corn
Dirty D til infinity now bring it on

Here's your chance to advance
Get in your stance
I shoot the holster off your cowboy pants
Here's your chance to advance
Get in your stance
I shoot the holster off your cowboy pants Bitch
Here's your chance to advance
Get in your stance
I shoot the holster off your cowboy pants
You motherfuckers can die
Aiiyo, I shake the world yes yes, yes yes


Posted on Sep 16, 2001, 3:48 PM

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Renagade

by Jay-Z f/ Eminem

Artist: Jay-Z f/ Eminem
Album: The Blueprint
Song: Renagade
Typed by: djf
SENT BY: whodat@hotmail.com

[Jay-Z]
Motherfuckers -
say that I'm foolish I only talk about jewels (bling bling)
Do you fools listen to music or do you just skim through it?
See I'm influenced by the ghetto you ruined
That same dude you gave nothin, I made somethin doin
what I do through and through and
I give you the news - with a twist it's just his ghetto point-of-view
The renegade; you been afraid
I penetrate pop culture, bring 'em a lot closer to the block where they
pop toasters, and they live with they moms
Got dropped roasters, from botched robberies niggaz crotched over
Mommy's knocked up cause she wasn't watched over
Knocked down by some clown when child support knocked
No he's not around - now how that sound to ya, jot it down
I bring it through the ghetto without ridin 'round
hidin down duckin strays from frustrated youths stuck in they ways
Just read a magazine that fucked up my day
How you rate music that thugs with nothin relate to it?
I help them see they way through it - not you
Can't step in my pants, can't walk in my shoes
Bet everything you worth; you lose your tie and your shirt

[Eminem]
Since I'm in a position to talk to these kids and they listen
I ain't no politician but I'll kick it with 'em a minute
Cause see they call me a menace; and if the shoe fits I'll wear it
But if it don't, then y'all'll swallow the truth grin and bear it
Now who's these king of these rude ludicrous lucrative lyrics
Who could inherit the title, put the youth in hysterics
usin his music to steer it sharin his views in his marriage
But there's a huge interference - they're sayin you shouldn't hear it
Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit
Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish
But I'm debated disputed hated and viewed in America
as a motherfuckin drug addict - like you didn't experiment?
Now now, that's when you start to stare at who's in the mirror
and see yourself as a kid again, and you get embarrased
And I got nothin to do but make you look stupid as parents
You fuckin do-gooders - too bad you couldn't do good at marriage!
(Ha ha!) And do you have any clue what I had to do to get here I don't
think you do so stay tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo
Cause here we go - he's {*Jigga joint Jigga-chk-Jigga*}
And I'm the sinister, Mr. Kiss-My-Ass it's just the

[Chorus: Eminem + Jay-Z]
[Em] RENEGADE! Never been afraid to say
what's on my mind at, any given time of day
Cause I'm a RENEGADE! Never been afraid to talk
about anything (ANYTHING) anything (ANYTHING), RENEGADE!
[Jay] Never been afraid to say
what's on my mind at, any given time of day
Cause I'm a {RENEGADE} Never been afraid to holler
about anything {anything?} Anything {ANYTHING!}

[Jay-Z]
I had to hustle, my back to the wall, ashy knuckles
Pockets filled with a lot of lint, not a cent
Gotta vent, lot of innocent of lives lost on the project bench
Whatchu hollerin? Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in
By the bodega, iron under my coat, feelin braver
Doo-rag wrappin my waves up, pockets full of hope
Do not step to me - I'm awkward, I box leftier often
My pops left me an orphan, my momma wasn't home
Could not stress to me I wasn't grown; 'specially on nights
I brought somethin home to quiet the stomach rumblings
My demeanor - thirty years my senior
My childhood didn't mean much, only raisin green up
Raisin my fingers to critics; raisin my head to the sky
Big I did it - multi before I die (nigga)
No lie, just know I chose my own fate
I drove by the fork in the road and went straight

[Eminem]
See I'm a poet to some, a regular modern day Shakespeare
Jesus Christ the King of these Latter Day Saints here
To shatter the picture in which of that as they paint me
as a monger of hate and Satan a scatter-brained atheist
But that ain't the case, see it's a matter of taste
We as a people decide if Shady's as bad as they say he is
Or is he the latter - a gateway to escape?
Media scapegoat, who they can be mad at today
See it's easy as cake, simple as whistlin Dixie
while I'm wavin the pistol at sixty Christians against me
Go to war with the Mormons, take a bath with the Catholics
in holy water - no wonder they try to hold me under longer
I'm a motherfuckin spiteful, DELIGHTFUL eyeful
The new Ice Cube - motherfuckers HATE to like you
What did I do? (huh?) I'm just a kid from the gutter
makin this butter off these bloodsuckers, cause I'm a muh'fuckin

[Chorus] - repeat 2X


Posted on Sep 16, 2001, 3:46 PM

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Girls, Girls, Girls

by Jay-Z f/ Others

Artist: Jay-Z f/ Biz Markie, Slick Rick, Q-Tip
Album: The Blueprint
Song: Girls, Girls, Girls
Typed by: djf
sent by: whodat@hotmail.com

[Jay-Z]
Girls I love you.. I love all y'all
Hehehe, hehehe, f'real

[Biz] I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, I do adore
[Jay] Yo put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour, yeah

[Jay-Z]
I got this Spanish chica, she don't like me to roam
So she call me cabron plus marricon
Said she likes to cook rice so she likes me home
I'm like, "Un momento" - mami, slow up your tempo
I got this black chick, she don't know how to act
Always talkin out her neck, makin her fingers snap
She like, "Listen Jigga Man, I don't care if you rap
You better - R-E-S-P-E-C-T me"
I got this French chick that love to french kiss
She thinks she's Bo Derek, wear her hair in a twist
My, cherie amor, to a belle
Merci, you fine as fuck but you givin me hell
I got this indian squaw the day that I met her
Asked her what tribe she with, red dot or feather
She said all you need to know is I'm not a ho
And to get with me you better be Chief Lots-a-Dough
Now that's Spanish chick, French chick, indian and black
That's fried chicken, curry chicken, damn I'm gettin fat
Arroz con pollo, french fries and crepe
An appetitite for destruction but I scrape the plate
I love

[Tip] Girls, girls, girls, girls (uh-huh)
Girls, I do adore
[Jay] Yo put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour
[Tip] I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls all over the globe
[Jay] I come scoop you in that Coupe, sittin on deuce-zeroes
Fix your hair in the mirror, let's roll - c'mon

[Jay-Z]
I got this young chick, she so immature
She like, "Why you don't buy me Reeboks no more?"
Like to show out in public, throw tantrums on the floor
Gotta toss a couple dollars, just to shut up her holla
Got a project chick, that plays her part
And if it goes down y'all that's my heart
Baby girl so thorough she been with me from the start
Hid my drugs from the NARCs, hid my guns by the parts
I got this model chick that don't cook or clean
But she dress her ass off and her walk is mean
Only thing wrong with ma she's always on the scene
God damn she's fine but she parties all the time
I get frequent flier mileage from my stewardess chick
She look right in that tight blue dress, she's thick
She gives me extra pillows and seat back love
So I had to introduce her to the Mile High Club
Now that's young chick, stewardess, project and model
That means I fly rough early, plus I know Tahoe
That means I'm new school, pop pills and stay in beef
But I never have a problem with my first class seat
I love

[Rick] Girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, I do adore
[Jay] Yo put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour
[Rick] I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls all over the globe
[Jay] I come scoop you in that Coupe, sittin on deuce-zeroes
Fix your hair in the mirror, let's roll

[Jay-Z]
I got this paranoid chick, she's scared to come to the house
A hypochondriac who says ouch before I whip it out
Got a chick from Peru, that sniff Peru
She got a cousin at customs that get shit through
Got this weedhead chick, she always catch me doin shit
Crazy girl wanna leave me but she always forgets
Got this Chinese chick, had to leave her quick'
Cause she kept bootleggin my shit - man
I got this African chick with Eddie Murphy on her skull
She like, "Jigga Man, why you treat me like animal?"
I'm like excuse me Ms. Fufu, but when I met your ass
you was dead broke and naked, and now you one half
I got this ho that after twelve million sold
Mami's a narcolyptic, always sleepin on Hov'
Gotta tie the back of her head like Deuce Bigalow
I got so many girls across the globe..

[Biz] I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, I do adore
[Jay] Yo put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour
[Tip] I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls all over the globe
[Jay] I come scoop you in that Coupe, sittin on deuce-zeroes
Fix your hair in the mirror, let's roll
[Rick] I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, I do adore
[Jay] Yo put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour

[Jay]
I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls..




    
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Boottee

by Benzino f/ Teddy Riley

Artist: Benzino f/ Mr. Gzus, Teddy Riley
Album: Boottee 12"
Song: Boottee
Typed by: bootleg210@msn.com
sent by: rassfan

[Mr. Gzus]
Uh, Check it out
Here it goes

[Teddy Riley]
Step up in the club, what did I see?
B double O double T double E
All 'round me
Duckin the tricks around me
Look it's soft as Downey
Never wait for the plug, she found me
As I nod to the beat, and down some Re-mi
Gettin tit-ty, smokin minty, gettin crispy
Dimes in line from the shine, they can't miss me
I rep the 3, benzino and Twice G
I rep the Bean, I hold it down for my team
Make no mistakes, I wanna rake that backyard
Keepin mad links in the 'yac (?)
Lord, Lord, check the design
Joe Dash but I'm tryin to make that ass mine
Player always on the grind scopin some take home
Creepin, bonin, see you in the mo'nin

[Chorus - Mr. Gzus]
Booty, booty
Booty, booty
I see booty
I see booty

[Teddy Riley]
Uh, aiyyo, it's time to shake that ass baby
Wiggle it and make it last baby
Take it off and I'll give you a little cash baby
Booty bangin like the bass in the cape, uh
Call your friends, come and hang with my click, uh
Come to the mansion with that think and them tits, uh
You can get it if you slimmer your thick, uh
Aiyyo it's T.R., I be the dude from the east
Collaboration with the Made man, movin ya feet
Aiyyo my party people dance to this (uh)
Get ya roll on, wave ya hands to this (what)
ladies show ya thong, drop ya pants to this (wha-what)
Hop inside the Benz and get tampered with
You can get it even if your glamourous, feel me, feel me?
The way you shake that ass it's like you tryin to kill me
I'm with the sex you need, so baby heal me
Teddy Ted and Made Men, what you forgot me

[Chorus]

[Benzino]
Boottee ass niggas that's there for blastin
Smith and Wesson turn ya into ashes
Assassin, that's me if ya askin
Get ya frame bent up, wrapped in plastic
Who got the game mastered? Benzino, bastard
I lasted, stepped the game up and passed it
Boottee ass niggas wanna do this thug shit
Flash all night but your jewels are busted
We cop bottles, flocks, my motto's
Benzino's 'bout to drop, and that's a problem
Matta fact, that's a promise
You spit trash, your man is garbage
I whip cars, fast and forty
7 Class, six sedans aboard us
Boottee ass niggas wanna please the ass man
Fake copin whips, no cash protection
Get outta here!

[Chorus]

[Benzino] 3x
Ridin thru these streets in my Range, and all I see is..
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
Pull up to the club on dubs, and look at here
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
Bitch type niggas try to creep, they whole crew..
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
Don't cock block, stick a dime in the G for the..
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)

[Mr. Gzus] 8x
I see booty, I see booty


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Sunshine

by Kurupt f/ Jon B

Artist: Kurupt f/ Jon B
Album: Space Boogie: Smoke Oddessey
Song: sUNSHINE
Typed by: nick_zakar@hotmail.com *
Sent by: rassfan@hotmail.com
* send corrections to the typist

[Radio skit in begining]

[Chorus]
Bouncing with my cutie pie
While everyone staring at ya shining so fine
The summertime heat got ya feeling so right
When she comes out like sunshine
In summertime
When she comes out like sunshine

[Kurupt]
Yeah, you ever popped in a spot and ya jaw just dropped
In an 8 second spread she's all in ya head
Your about to touch the ground and damn near beg
Cause she's the one, like Lisa Left Eye Lopez
Get trapped up, I'm a post up
Get yacked up, and then act up
Like what up girl?, ya done done it again
I'm trapped again, I want it again
Pretty short cuts or, hair to the middle of ya back
Looking just like that
I like short shorts and the tight jeans
and the summer dresses and the small feet, all petite
See that's what little bomb mamas is made of
But most of y'all suckas like cluckas that's made up
Treat her, however ya run into or meat her
I hope she got a head on her shoulders like miss Cita

[Chorus]
Bouncing with my cutie pie
While everyone staring at ya shining so fine
The summertime heat got ya feeling so right
When she comes out like sunshine
In summertime
When she comes out like sunshine

[Jon B *singing]
Oooh girl, shock 'em now
Looking down, can stare you down, all around
The eyes won't stop looking at my baby (Yeah they looking at my little thang)
I'm flattered but baby
Better let 'em know (Tell 'em who's it is)
Oooh girl cuz you are mine
You are mine you are mine you are mine
I'm so glad I've seen a girl like you
Who be down
I hope I can return, return to you
The pleasure you give me baby boo
Oooh when we do do do the things we do

[Chorus]
Bouncing with my cutie pie
While everyone staring at ya shining so fine
The summertime heat got ya feeling so right
When she comes out like sunshine
In summertime
When she comes out like sunshine

[Kurupt]
What you looking so cute for?
I'm fresh off the up in smoke, dr. dre and snoop tour
Bomb in your short skirt, girl make that skirt work
What you want a G like, need a G in your life
Every wonder what a GCG is like
Ever wonder what being with a DP is like
One night, I like 'em just like you
Me and Jon B, in Venace by the beach
Try to see what we can see
I got a (?) a new Bonaville
I got a house on the hill, where me and you could chill
See the party starts at 8, but you don't come 'till 10
Cuz ain't nothing cracking, and that's when it begins
I like Carona's by the car load, Henn' by the cases
Save the Coca-Cola I don't get down with the chasers
It's a secret location, I don't want no skirts popping up trying to chase us
Mad 'cause y'all switched places

[Chorus]
Bouncing with my cutie pie
While everyone staring at ya shining so fine
The summertime heat got ya feeling so right
When she comes out like sunshine
In summertime
When she comes out like sunshine

[Jon B singing at end]


Posted on Sep 14, 2001, 1:28 PM

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Right Now & Later On

by Fabolous f/ Timbaland

Artist: Fabolous f/ Timbaland
Album: Ghetto Fabolous
Song: Right Now & Later On
Typed by: Khadafi662@aol.com
SENT BY: rassfan@hotmail.com

(Timbaland)
Uh, c'mon, uh, c'mon
(Fabolous)
Uh, William H. Bonnie, ma' I make you famous

(Fabolous)
Some little pretty mami's is all I need (yeah)
Hennessy, Cristal and sticky weed (uh huh)
A little drop sports coupe's all I want (yeah)
And I brought the hammer if y'all front (woooh)

Yeah, the kid been makin these mami's, yell "papacita"
Since Kangols and shell-top Adidas
Love when te-ta's look like they'll pop through beaters
And the hips won't fit in the L-drop two-seater
But ma' I ain't the type to love ya
I'm a triflin, good for nothin, type a brother
This cute face'll make your wife smile
And I check in two bags and one's just a suitcase full of Lifestyles
And we both rent out playa
Difference is you a sweet subsitute, I'm a Penthouse playa
Y'all seen my rings borders
It's full of queen and king's daughters, as clean as spring water
'F's for freakin, 'A's alright (yeah)
'B's for bottles that pop all night (uh huh)
'O's for the ounces that I got (say what)
That we blow everday, know why, why not?

(Chorus)
Right now you probably like me, but
Later on you gonna love me and
Right now you probably want me, but
Later on you gonna need me and (yeah)
Right now you don't like me, but
Later on you gonna hate me (what)
And I just got to do it
Fuck y'all, I'm a keep doin my thing

It's the hoodrat Hugh Hefner, that bend dimes, too
The five plus one, sittin on ten times two
Shorty when I'm through....
I'm a know if you nice on the mic and if your friend rhyme, too
It's so funny how I suit the women
They know I'm still spendin show money from "Superwoman"
They like "where'd he get those twenties?"
And "I didn't know that's a color that the coupe could come in, damnit man"
All I say to the heffers is "Jesus"
Keep swallowin my kids, mights as well have no nephews and nieces
I know you wanna sip Proof
And try an make me crack a smile, just so you can see my chipped tooth
I'm tryna' get you, in and out of my room
Just to get, in and out of your womb
And the rocks in mine glare, somethin like Times Square
Excuse me miss, you want me to sign where? (sign where?)

(Chorus)

Fab's hard to be found
But most likely I'm with a foreign dame who name's hard to pronounce
I started out, gettin hard by the ounce
No more cash in stashes, it's cards in accounts
The way I make 'em nod to the bounce
Somebody call Silvia and tell her ship larger amounts
This playa make 'em scream a scheme
My closest look like I keep gettin traded from team to team
Look sleezy, it's difficult but me and Tim the only ones that make pimpin
look easy
Tell me how I'm gonna make my album cleaner
With bitches suckin me up like vacuum cleaners
Even chickens wanna cluck outside
(Timbaland: Yo' Fab, it must be the truck outside)
And mami can't stop eyein
And when I said my rims was only nineteens, she said "stop lyin!"

(Chorus)

(Timbaland talking)
Say what, say what, uh huh
You don't need us, huh?
I see you comin back to her
Like that, with the two-step
Fabolous, we out


Posted on Sep 12, 2001, 2:11 PM

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Takeover (dissing Nas & Mobb Deep)

by Jay-Z

Artist: Jay-Z
Album: The Blueprint
Song: Takeover
Typed by: djf
sent by: whodat@hotmail.com


[Jay-Z]
R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit
Memphis Bleek, we runnin this rap shit
B. Mac, we runnin this rap shit
Freeway, we run this rap shit
O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit
Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit

The takeover, the break's over nigga
God MC, me, Jay-Hova
Hey lil' soldier you ain't ready for war
R.O.C. too strong for y'all
It's like bringin a knife to a gunfight, pen to a test
Your chest in the line of fire witcha thin-ass vest
You bringin them Boyz II Men, HOW them boys gon' win?
This is grown man B.I., get you rolled in the triage(?)
Beatch - your reach ain't long enough, dunny
Your peeps ain't strong enough, fucka
Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet the navy
Niggaz'll kidnap your babies, spit at your lady
We bring - knife to fistfight, kill your drama
Uh, we kill you motherfuckin ants with a sledgehammer
Don't let me do it to you dunny cause I overdo it
So you won't confuse it with just rap music

R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit
M-Easy, we runnin this rap shit
The Broad Street Bully, we runnin this rap shit
Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it
Freeway, we run this rap shit
O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit
Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit
{*"Watch out!! We run New York" -> KRS-One*}

I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews
You little FUCK, I've got money stacks bigger than you
When I was pushin weight, back in eighty-eight
you was a ballerina I got your pictures I seen ya
Then you dropped "Shook Ones," switch your demeanor
Well - we don't believe you, you need more people
Roc-A-Fella, students of the game, we passed the classes
Nobody could read you dudes like we do
Don't let 'em gas you like Jigga is ass and won't clap you
Trust me on this one - I'll detach you
Mind from spirit, body from soul
They'll have to hold a mass, put your body in a hole
No, you're not on my level get your brakes tweaked
I sold what ya whole album sold in my first week
You guys don't want it with Hov'
Ask Nas, he don't want it with Hov', nooooo!

R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit
B. Sigel, we runnin this rap shit
M-Easy, we runnin this rap shit
Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it
O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit
Freeway, we run this rap shit
Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit
{*"Watch out!! We run New York" -> KRS-One*}

I know you missin all the - FAAAAAAAME!
But along with celebrity comes bout seventy shots to your brain
Nigga; you a - LAAAAAAAME!
Youse the fag model for Karl Kani/Esco ads
Went from, Nasty Nas to Esco's trash
Had a spark when you started but now you're just garbage
Fell from top ten to not mentioned at all
to your bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" verse better than yours
Matter fact you had the worst flow on the whole fuckin song
but I know - the sun don't shine, then son don't shine
That's why your - LAAAAAAAME! - career come to a end
There's only so long fake thugs can pretend
Nigga; you ain't live it you witnessed it from your folks pad
You scribbled in your notepad and created your life
I showed you your first tec on tour with Large Professor
(Me, that's who!) Then I heard your album bout your tec on your dresser
So yeah I sampled your voice, you was usin it wrong
You made it a hot line, I made it a hot song
And you ain't get a corn nigga you was gettin fucked and
I know who I paid God, Serchlite Publishing
Use your - BRAAAAAAAIN! You said you been in this ten
I've been in it five - smarten up Nas
Four albums in ten years nigga? I could divide
That's one every let's say two, two of them shits was due
One was - NAHHH, the other was "Illmatic"
That's a one hot album every ten year average
And that's so - LAAAAAAAME! Nigga switch up your flow
Your shit is garbage, but you try and kick knowledge?
(Get the fuck outta here) You niggaz gon' learn to respect the king
Don't be the next contestant on that Summer Jam screen
Because you know who (who) did you know what (what)
with you know who (yeah) but just keep that between me and you for now

R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit
M-Easy, we runnin this rap shit
The Broad Street Bully, we runnin this rap shit
Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it
Freeway, we run this rap shit
O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit
Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit
{*"Watch out!! We run New York" -> KRS-One*}

A wise man told me don't argue with fools
Cause people from a distance can't tell who is who
So stop with that childish shit, nigga I'm grown
Please leave it alone - don't throw rocks at the throne
Do not bark up that tree, that tree will fall on you
I don't know why your advisors ain't forewarn you
Please, not Jay, he's, not for play
I don't slack a minute, all that thug rappin and gimmicks
I will end it, all that yappin be finished
You are not deep, you made your bed now sleep
Don't make me expose to them folks that don't know you
Nigga I know you well, all the stolen jew-els
Twinkletoes you breakin my heart
You can't fuck with me - go play somewhere, I'm busy
And all you other cats throwin shots at Jigga
You only get half a bar - fuck y'all niggaz


Posted on Sep 12, 2001, 2:04 PM

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Stillmatic (Dissing Jay-z)

by Nas

Artist: Nas
Album: Stillmatic *
Song: Stillmatic
Typed by: diplomat@hiphopsite.com
SENT BY: rassfan@hotmail.com

* this freestyle appears on several mixtapes but may not be released;
The response TO THIS is on Jay-Z's song "Takeover"
above

[Nas having conversation with himself]
Ayo Nasty Nas, what up?
~Ain't nothing, a lot of cowards frontin'.
I hear what you're saying, but yo, this is all love for me, you know?
~No doubt, smoke them cowards, you STILLMATIC

Ma, I'm sorry who the fuck I AM, I can't trust my fans
Out of luck, no constructive plans
My friends stay powdered up, I'm so drunk, can't stand
You said if I would sober up, I'd be a powerful man
Turned out the street life, you prayed I wouldn't
But every church in the world can't save our children
I stayed out late, you heard shots, thought it would be
Your older son on the ground dead, but fortunately
The bullets had some other names on it, the brother was blind
I hit the el, than we yell out, "It wasn't my time!"
I loaded up shells, one by one, you smelled blunts from my room door
Little Nasir was at war
And little did I care what you saw
Crew deep with a few heat, now it's time we settle the score
But in the projects, I visit Muhammad, in linen garments
Preaching Man, Woman, and Child, the living Prophet
And I'm similar, Nasir Bin Aluda Ra
Visqu Allah, fist full of dollars in the dice game God
The Ice King, God, the Black Christ, elegant stance
Clothes fit me like a crime boss, the menacing man
I see the world collapsing, young pregnancies
Young girls are fast and in their Sasoon jeans, no prophylactic
All this fast shit and fly jewelry, now makes my eyes teary
N Y City, grab a hold and ride with me
Rip the FREEWAY, shoot through MEMPHIS with money bags
Stop in Philly, order cheese steaks and eat BEANS fast
And bring it back up top, remove the fake king of New York
You show off, I count off when you sample my voice
I rule you, before, you used to rap like the FU-SHNICKENS
NAS designed your BLUEPRINT, who you kidding?
Is he H TO THE IZZO, M TO THE IZZO?
For shizzle you phony, the rapping version of SISQO
And that's for certain, you clone me, your wack clothes line
I'd rather Sean John, bore me with your fake ass rhymes
And those times, they never took place, you liar
UN was your first court case, you had no priors
You master fabricated stories of streets and sound slick
Have you surrounded, you and the bitch you down with
While they riding NAS, trying to boost their careers
Corny as CORMEGA, all you Hip-Hop queers
Since ILLMATIC, IT WAS WRITTEN: I AM...NASTRADAMUS
That's the answers to the puzzle I gave you, now here's a promise
My next few albums, instead of projects,
They'll be a difficult test inside the cover for the mind's optics
Come in my hood, but bring the guns with you, it's dark
Headed through Brooklyn, Queens, Harlem, Staten, and Bronx
Headed through Compton, Oaktown, South Central, and Watts
New Orleans, Mississippi, Chi-town, every block
I'm trying to have my positive ways, I put my rhymes on page
Did crimes and headline on stage
I Signed a contract, so here it is, you have it
Streets disciple, I'm STILLMATIC

[Female voice sample] You make me feel so good




    
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Caramel

by City High f/ Eve

Artist: City High f/ Eve
Album: Caramel 12"
Song: Caramel (Trackmasters Remix)
Typed by: Bballromeofan23@aol.com, mack69daddy_@hotmail.com *
sent by: rassfan@hotmail.com

* send corrections to typist

[Verse 1: Claudette Ortiz]
Uh-huh, come on
You can say I'm plain Jane, but it's not the same
I ain't into big names, but I like nice things
I watch boxin' matches and the football games
I wouldn't mind being an actress, but I love to sing
I like goin' out, takin' walks and stuff
I don't run with many girls 'cause they talk too much
I enjoy quiet nights at home and curl up next to ya
Though I'm ain't a virgin that don't mean I'm havin' sex with ya

[Chorus: Claudette & (Eve)]
Anywhere I go I'm spotted (No doubt)
And anything I want I got it (Yeeah)
5'5" with brown eyes (Caramel complexion)
Smile like the sunrise (Come on)
'Cause anywhere I go I'm spotted (No doubt)
And anything I want I got it (Yeeah)
5'5" with brown eyes (Caramel complexion)
Smile like the sunrise (Yeeah)

[Verse 2: Claudette]
Baby look me in the eyes and tell me yeah
I'm the kind of girl you like, I'm feelin' you
'Cause sweetie you're my kind of guy, that's what it is
Think about it you just might wanna run with this
All night long and if you want me we can keep this going
But let me tell you I'm the type that's strong
And I don't trust a lot of men, I'm independent
I ain't like some other women

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Eve]
I keep 'em mesmorized, listen to me closely
E-V-E is how a thorough good supposed to be
Hate the thirsty type, can't even get close to me
That's why I got my own stack, Daddy, how it's supposed to be
I ain't about the game, playin', and gift chasin'
All in frontin' "Daddy, please be broke" big facin'
All the things I want, I got, forget me not
Just from my stance, why you starin' at me? Got'chu hot
Not too many bitches like her, one of a kind
I ain't even in the bitch's life, ???
Not impressed by your Cris' poppin'
'Cause if you would, I might, end of the night, we gon' ??
But only if I choose to, I don't fall in love easily
Heed 'em the clues Boo
I had you sittin' 'round misty-eyed
Caramel, get 'em all the time
Hot shit from City High

[Chorus 2x]


Posted on Sep 10, 2001, 12:54 PM

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La Rhumba

by RZA f/ Method Man & others

Artist: RZA f/ Beretta 9, Killa Sin, Method Man, Ndira
Album: Digital Bullet
Song: La Rhumba
Typed by: jandg34@hotmail.com
sent by: rassfan@hotmail.com

[Intro - Ndira]
Here we are..
Bobby, I was just wondering, you know
About me and you, tonight
If we could go to a little Rhumba
Dance, you just think about it and let me know

[Chorus - Ndira]
Esta bueno, por que esta es La Rhumba
Con bailan, con meguen, es La Rhumba
Esta bueno, por que esta es La Rhumba
Con bailan, con meguen, es La Rhumba

[RZA]
Rhumba? What's Rhumba?
I'm sayin though, what?
I'm sayin..

Yo, what up Butter Pec'? Girl, you got me shy to speak
You the same dime piece that I saw last week
On the dancefloor, yo, the way you bligh
Make a club of thugs do the Electric Slide
Pretty in pink, come here, let me buy you a drink
Armaretta sour orders put us both in sync'
My name is Bobby and I don't usually dance that much
I play the wall, but girl, you got that magic touch
That lured me in like a fly into the spider's web
Not these everyday hoes sweatin ghetto celebs
Powerule, I heard you got the good Power-U
Let's slip to my crib for an hour or two

[Chorus 2X]

[Method Man]
Hey, hey, hey..
Uh, uh, uh, uh..
Eh eh eh eh eh..
Hey Butter Pecan what's that lingo you speakin?
It sound like, let's me and you slide for the weekend (True)
I got drinks and tasty treats to sink your teeth in
Your popi two-way beefin, let him know that you cheatin
Runnin 'round indecent exposed without no clothes
There it go (*plug*), Moby Dick and there she blows
You got me covered, girl, and it shows and I suppose
We can play doctor soon as I drop out ya bows

[Killa Sin]
I don't wanna dance baby girl, it's like my legs is on strike
Boogie that ass to the bar, snatch a Remi, no ice
I'm in the corner, we can vibe all night
Polite, I need a bag of that grass
To blast me out of sight like a satellite
Bigga what up? Yo, long time, good to see you
Look at shorty ass shakin like the system in my vehicle
Clubbin, 20 deep, buggin, all types of funny freaks
Mouths wide shut, we let our love for the money speak

[Chorus]

[Beretta 9]
Yo
Open season, open fire, Beretta barbed wire
First platoon strike soon, scud-missile on the whistle
Up in the club with the pistol
This chick bumped into me like, "You Dig', you ain't official"
Indeed, so? Blow out your back, yo
She was like, "Yo, nigro, nigro"
Puffin all that trash, you best to see so (so so)
So I introduced her nightcap, she was like, "I like that"
Later on tonight, you know, I gotta spit that
Flow and a half, blow at her back
I like it rough, and I hope she's rough back
She was like say her name
I was like, "Say mine back"
She was like, "Yo, daddy, daddy, daddy"
I love it like that, Beretta stay givin it
Power-U so good, I just might have to jizz in it

[Chorus 4X]


Posted on Sep 10, 2001, 12:52 PM

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Hardball

by Lil' Bow Wow, Lil' Wayne, Lil' Zane & Sammie

Artist: Lil' Bow Wow, Lil' Wayne, Lil' Zane, Sammie
Album: Hardball Soundtrack
Song: Hardball
Typed by: Cashmoneyrec2001@cs.com *
sent by: rassfan@hotmail.com

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Throw me the ball and watch me what I do with it
We got Bow Wow in the house
My man Lil' Zane, Lil' Wayne, Sammie sang to me

[Chorus 1: (Sammie)]
Strike one, got you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this ones to the wall
Ain't no game like a game of Hardball

[Verse 1: Lil' Bow Wow]
When I step to the plate the outfielders get back (back)
Cuz they know I'm the only tight for dogs
So many back to back hits they call me little Sammie Sosa
Bubble gum, balled up all the hustlers
Y'all know how to work it when it's time to compete
On the field, on the court, over any high steep
And break, and you know it when you see your clone
And right now that's all I see goin on, holla at me
Game time, all I think about is bringing home the trophy
If your team is better mine, you really gotta show me
Really gotta beat me, really gotta trash talk
Mistreat me, and send my squad back home
Cuz I don't know loose to much
Matter fact, I ain't never lost at all
When I'm playin Hardball (that's right)
So, if you on the mound about to pitch to me
Understand I'm like Griffin, I keep 'em to the wall

[Chorus 2: (Sammie)]
Strike one, got you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Strike three, ohh I got you out
Without a doubt, I got you out
Strike one, got you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this ones to the wall
Ain't no game like a game of Hardball

[Verse 2: Lil' Zane]
This goes out to them jocks that stay on my jock, throwin the pop
Keep pithcin 'em, I'm in the kitchen makin radio rock
It's usually preferred, I be choosey with all my words
Throwin eggs at them chicken heads, bangin on the curb
I left 'em a word, I'm fast ballen with a curb
Happy slidin home, tellin them friends that's in the third
Sure ya done heard, who I'm doing and what I'm doin was false
And what's true, girl listen
When it comes to this game they call me Zane McGregor
That other kid was just a mark, so I made him retire
See, we all got a base, and we hold our own
But when I come up to bat, we all goin come home
And our fans cheers us, cuz they know what the drill goin
Out of the field and into your automobile
And I hope it ain't your Range Rover, that you spent your change over
I'm in the dug with my tounge out play the game over

[Chorus 2: (Sammie)]

[Verse 3: Lil' Wayne]
Listen, listen, listen
They call me young Wheezy, Rodregous
You know I'm gettin you hot, hot as the Kendrick, ya know
And I keep the crown bat swingin, swingin that at iron
Pitch on the block like monaural
To bad for TV, you won't see me I'm ridin the streets
I'm a hustler, people, my life in the streets
Watch the game, get you life in the streets
My watch, my chain, and my teeth Cost
That way I will never cheap talk
And I call my mommy sweat heart, she call me sweet daddy
And she gladly, loves the way that daddy batty, yeah baby
Whezzy Wee is a playa baby, and I don't share babies
So if you searchin for some bitch ain't nothin here, baby
Catch me throwin an eighty in the latest Bentley
Goin out, and Whezzy never hit a foul, a Hot Guy
Does hip-hop flyies are knockin up, out the park
And after the game we gone meet up after dark

[Chorus 2: repeat 2x (Sammie)]

Lil' Bow Wow, Lil' Zane, Lil' Wayne, Lil' Sammie
The Little Rascals, and me y'all know my name


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Midwest Invasion

by Layzie Bone f/ Twista

Artist: Layzie Bone f/ Twista
Album: Midwest Invasion 12"
Song:
Typed by: FlavaFlow@hotmail.com *
sent by: rassfan@hotmail.com
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hellsent
it's hellsent
Bone and Twista
Layzie Bone and Twista
get fucked up with that
world wide
we up in this mothafucka
gonna go down like this
Chi Town
you with me now
world wide
fuck you mothafucka
yeah
recongize that real cousins
lets do this shit ya'll

REPEAT 2x
it's a thug world
we live in a thug world
its' a thug world
T-H-U-G

(chorus)
get ready for the midwest invasion we bringin 'em new millenium soldiers
Layzie and Twista ya'll betta believe that we takin over
we move and make no money continue it's like he gettin showed up
soon enough to be prepared for the thug world order

(Layzie Bone)
it'd be that element of surprise
that got ya puttin it around and all ya niggas ain't think we get this raw
but fuck what you heard and believe what you saw
the nations of thugs is ready to pimp out
who the extras dips and clips box shoot it up
and nigga we dip out ready for combat on contact
midwest keep goin
we creepin on tha come up for years
heavily sedated with no future
ready to ride the endin is near we shed no tears
the midwest and link up we gonna get this paper with smash
take a lap tryin to get us mad rollin in Benz's and Jag's
and take a picture picture
what the fuck is wrong with ya
Little Lay and Twista had to diss ya
fuck your girlfriend and pistol
I'm missed her (?) into a big 'ol nut
representin them saint tac nigga soldiers don't give a fuck who get bust
who all my niggas talkin to G-Child
mackin and hustlin multiplied by Chi pimpin want me
the game up for the public and pen
hut 2-3-4 for the riders and the roll to place your boots and macka-la
we bringin it thug world for real

(chorus) 2x

(Twista)
mothafuckas wanted to hear where he go
see and Layzie bringin on the dub back like we split a big stoke
and we smokin big dro
to the gangstas hustlas and thugs killin niggas in the drug dealas
ya'll betta feel us we put away the drama now we be the midwest killas
you really wanna know all that bouncy god shit
the midwest is unified talk shit if you got the hardest shit
like judo kick some shit for no longer outside of work or outspoken
kickin that killa shit you never heard of screamin bloody murda
Chi Cleveland selection
the millenium connection
flowin rapid like Tekken
if you rather hate then go select your weapon
put a hole in your head like dolphin
Layzie and Twista the mission was stalkin
bust at the bitches that be talkin
look got over the city like Christopher Walkin
mission is put 'em in coffins
though I kill to protect only cuz my idea
come off on the track ever since
thought I have been standin over see repent, stay bent
two of the dopest vocal recorders still slaughter so brought up a quarter
to the gangstas hustlers and thug world order

(chorus) 2x

(Twista)
too much chaos in the last days
gotta slow down with these wicked ass ways
turn bad days into cash days
smoke hays and the liqour stay fade
praise the lord
to just hurt to be a blazin sword
to give us what a misunderstandin god we was raisin war

(Layzie Bone)
your butter spread unspread and nigga we rollin with god
and we some thugs out the mob the government wanna do us a job
I'm lovin you to been there
and really been there before
my nigga don't know when I hit the dope I betta believe it's bout that shell
seizure

(Twista)
and no seeds in my dro
comin cold no matter what season I flow
cuz the B's that I blow
I can hit 'em with rhythm from Cleve to Ca-Go
belive that I know
this connection is gonna be some ish
tied like a reefer clip and don't hate on us when you see us rich

(Layzie Bone)
it's bout them A-B-C's and 1-2-3's now nickles and quarters so shoot up
and be prepared for the thug world order
and ya'll niggas been talkin bout what ya'll gonna do
we bout that midwest invasion prepare for the Y2K proof

get ready for the midwest invasion
get ready for the midwest invasion
get ready for the midwest invasion
get ready for the midwest invasion
get ready for the midwest invasion
get ready for the midwest invasion
get ready for the midwest invasion
get ready for the mid
get ready for the mid
get ready for the midwest invasion
we bringin 'em new millenium soldiers
Layzie and Twista ya'll betta believe that we takin over
we move and make no money continue it's like he gettin showed up
soon enough to be prepared for the thug world order

(chorus) 3x

get ready for the midwest invasion
get ready for the midwest invasion
get ready for the midwest invasion
get ready for the midwest invasion
get ready for the midwest invasion
get ready for the midwest invasion
get ready for the midwest invasion
get ready for the mid
get ready for the mid

the nigga is hellsent
not hellsent


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You Could Be Blind

by DMX

Artist: DMX
Album: We Right Here 12"
Song: You Could Be Blind
Typed by: mack69daddy_@hotmail.com
SENT BY: rassfan@hotmail.com

[Chorus 2x]
You could be blind
But you gon' see it when you need to see it
You gon' be fine
'Cause you gon' be here when you need to be here
One of a kind
First free your mind, and then you'll free your spirit
Go where I go, dog in my life

[Verse 1]
Now if you start with dirt, then you start with hurt
You start with "Oh, you ain't got?"
Well here, take my shirt
Start with work, blood and tears over the years
Goin' through whatever we go through, we stickin' it out here
Pups turn into dogs, tadpoles into frogs
I'm just eatin' watch the fun of it, ain't thinking about yours
But I'ma keep my paws on what's mine
Beg 'til I find
Strapped 'til I'm ????
A nigga that whatever I do, still gon' be able to spit this
I'm wit' this, 'cause this is mine, you scared shitless
Rap niggas can't fuck with the dog
Never, could be twenty below outside
I'm built for the weather
It could be hotter than lava, I wouldn't bother to sweat
Some of you niggas, form a following, but you startin' to forget
I paid my dues, not only did you not wear
But you would really love it
If you could meet that cat that made my shoes
C'mon!

[Chorus 2x]

[Verse 2]
Now see, what I do is peep shit, keep shit low
Keep paying attention to what you trying to show me
Livin', but you never know, we livin'
Don't give me what you don't owe me
Don't tell me that you love me
Don't talk shit, don't kill me slowly
'Cause a dog like me, is an only
Meaning, hit another like you, truth hurts, but I can't be phony
You always looking for bad, look at you mad
But you won't be satisfied 'til it took what you had
??? I keep my word
And anybody that's ever met me, got love for me
So I keep a heard
And that shit y'all niggas told me got me fucked up in the head
Went from, "Yo, that's my dog"
To, "Yeah, that nigga dead"
What the fuck is all this?
News to me
Dog it's like shit ain't what it used to be
See some niggas choose to be on the other side of the fence
Keep riding with this, get fried in the mix
C'mon!

[Chorus 2x]

[Verse 3]
Now if it ain't that, then don't say that
'Cause I don't play that, y'all play that
But the poke ain't black, damn, why you say that?
I thought that...what?
Nevermind, I just thought it
We supposed to keep it real
I destroy what I was taught
Misery, love, company
Now you niggas talikin' 'bout jumpin' me, pumpin' me
Full of slugs, blood, stud with the love
Damn, I just gave, what a real, nigga does
Don't listen to the buzz, don't get caught up in the hype
You'll lose everything that you worked for
Trying to take a nigga's life
Live life through life, and so on and so on
That's when the grow on, man, get your flow on
You niggas gettin' too old for this kid shit
On the real, we all done did shit to get shit
Snake shit, right is better, wrong is wrong
Mo'herfucker, listen to this song
You see what shit I'm on
C'mon!

[Chorus 4x]





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Who We Be

by DMX

Artist: DMX
Album: We Right Here 12"
Song: Who We Be
Typed by: mack69daddy_@hotmail.com
sent by: rassfan@hotmail.com

[DMX]
Uh
Yeah
Another one of those, down to earth joints
There's so many that don't know
This goes out to my nigga Clue
Rest in peace baby
They still ain't ready
What they don't know is...

[Hook 2x: overlapping DMX talking]
They don't know
Who we be

[Verse 1]
The bullshit, the drama
The guns, the armour
The city, the farmer
The babies, the Mama
The projects, the drugs
The children, the thugs
The tears, the hugs
The love, the slugs
The beautifuls, the waits
The churches, the coffins
The heartbroken Mothers
It happens too often
The problems, the things we use to solve 'em
Yonkers, the Bronx
Brooklyn, Harlem
The hurt, the pain
The dirt, the rain
The jerk, the fame
The work, the game
The friends, the foes
The Benz, the hoes
The studios, the shows
Comes and it goes
The jealousy, the envy
The phony, the friendly
The one that gave 'em the slugs
The one that put 'em in me
The snakes, the grass
Too long to see
The lawnmower sittin' right next to the tree

[Hook 4x]

[Verse 2]
What we seein' is...
The streets, the cops
The system, harrassment
The options, get shot
Go to jail, or getcha ass kicked
The lawyers, the part
They are of the puzzle
The release, the warning, "Try not to get in trouble"
The snitches, the odds
Probhation, parole
The new charge, the bail
The warrant, the hole
The cell, the bus
The ride up North
That brings the boots
The yard, these hearts
The fightin', the stabbin'
The pullin', the grabbin'
The riot squad be cappin'
Nobody knows what happened
The two years in a box
Revenge, the plots
The poisons y'all got slots
Going down with them shots
The silence, the dark
The mind, so frazzled
The wish at the speech, would have took you when they had you
The days, the months
The years, dispair
The life on my knees, here it comes
The prayer

[Hook 4x]

[Verse 3]
This one is all about...
My wife, my kids
The life that I live
Through the night I was his
Never bite, but I did
My ups and downs
My slips, my falls
My trials and tribulations
My heart, my walls
My Mother, my Father
I love 'em, I hate 'em
With God, I didn't have 'em
But I'm glad that he made 'em
The roaches, the rats
The strays, the cats
The guns, knives, and bats
Everytime we scrap
The hustlin', the dealin'
The robbin', the stealin'
The shit hit the ceilin'
Little boy, with no feelin's
The frustration, rage
Trapped inside a cage
Got beatin's 'til the age
I carried a twelve gauge
Somebody stop me (Please)
Somebody come and get me
Little did I know
That the Lord was ridin' with me
The dark, the light
My heart, the fight
The wrong, the right
It's gone
Aiight?

[Hook 8x]

Man listen
These motherfuckers don't know
Who we are
They don't know
They couldn't possibly fuckin' know dog
That's from the heart




    
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Posted on Sep 5, 2001, 12:50 AM

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Do You Wanna Roll?

by Lil' Kim, Snoop Dogg & R.L.

Artist: R.L. f/ Lil' Kim, Snoop Dogg
Album: Dr. Dolittle 2 soundtrack
Song: Do You Wanna Roll? (Dolittle's Theme)
Typed by: djshiney2001@yahoo.com *
for: Michelle sb: rassfan@hotmail.com
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[Snoop Dogg]
It's somethin about the West Coast
that makes these paper ends
Eastside! Eastside!
its somethin about the West Coast
that makes these paper ends
HELP ME SING IT!

[Chorus: R.L.]
Do You Wanna Ride? get high six-five
lets have some fun baby
lets have some fun
oh we'll get blowed and thats fa sho!
and hop on dubs baby and have some fun
now check this out!

[Verse One: R.L.]
Come on I'll hit you with the rolie ring
cotton candy with a shiesty drink
blazed with caress doin the right thing
and you kissed me once one on the cheek
I remember it like yesterday we'd hop on a bus
and just ride away I knew we would
run away someday and I'ma say if we do...

[Chorus: R.L.]
Do You Wanna Ride? get high six-five
lets have some fun baby
lets have some fun
oh we'll get blowed and thats fa sho!
and hop on dubs baby and have some fun
now check this out!

[Verse Two: Snoop Dogg]
bottles of moe'do models fa sho
we havin a good time avoidin one time
layin in the sunshine its all gravy!
pull up hit a switch whats crackin baby
Ride with me slide with a double O'
sip on this moe'moe
get your mother-in-law get your girlfriend's
All y'all can come along
We'll be doin this all summer long
In the Cadillac beatin' up some Battlecat
Dogg youse a fool baby lemme handle that
Oh you don't drink so you don't think
You ain't gon' win you don't speak, you ain't no freak
cause I can turn you, learn you and burn you up
Gimme the cup sit down and shut up!
I be damned we done run outta Mo' again
Here we, here we go again!

[Chorus: R.L.]
Do You Wanna Ride? get high six-five
lets have some fun baby
lets have some fun
oh we'll get blowed and thats fa sho!
and hop on dubs baby and have some fun
now check this out!

[Verse Three: R.L.]
I gotta chevelot white walls and them
twenty inch blades in the coupe with Snoop
gettin juiced orange juice top down
and feel the sun rays feelin kinda good right know
right around my hood right now
lookin for somethin to do like a barbecue
jump high to the beat in the house
a little bit of music and a couple of babe's
a little bit of drank and a game of spade's
take some rib's to your mama's house
I'll so ya what I'm talkin bout its about to go down!

[Chorus: R.L.]
Do You Wanna Ride? get high six-five
lets have some fun baby
lets have some fun
oh we'll get blowed and thats fa sho!
and hop on dubs baby and have some fun
now check this out!

[Verse Four: Lil' Kim]
Aight God I admit I'm part tricky
Take tricks to cali and strip and get sticky
I'ma get get it crunk anywhere I go
why you smooth haters actin' like y'all don't know
From barbecue's to barmitzvah's
O.G's crack the O.E when they listen to me
Cris on the table push it in the air
Come on pass that shit like that's that shit
We doin Battlecat homies in the Sony
The Bee showin love to the westside homies
Give you somethin you can feel, recognize the real...
Cause it's, cause it's somethin bout the East Coast
that makes us wanna squeeze mo'
but I'ma tell you how we ride
Show you how we do the damn thing...
We gon' show you how we do it

[Chorus]
Do You Wanna Ride? get high six-five
lets have some fun baby
lets have some fun
oh we'll get blowed and thats fa sho!
and hop on dubs baby and have some fun
now check this out!




    
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Posted on Sep 4, 2001, 7:56 PM

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Don't Mess With The Radio

by Nivea

Artist: Nivea
song: Don't Mess With The Radio
typed by: luvapril00@aol.com
sent by: lionthemad@theglobe.com


One, don't mess with the radio
Two, don't tell me which way to go
Three, just leave it up to me cause
Four, you ridin with a pro
Five, you gotta leave it all behind
Six, we bout to get up in the mix now
Seven, everyday is a blessing
Eight, don't make no mistake about one

I'm just riding out trying to figure out
What's up, this feeling can't be controlled
Trying not to look so fly and it's 3:25 but I'm ready to roll
Cause I've been waiting all week just to find
A party just to get out and jam
My destination's unclear
Cause I know the party's wherever I am

One, don't mess with the radio
Two, don't tell me which way to go
Three, just leave it up to me cause
Four, you ridin with a pro
Five, you gotta leave it all behind
Six, we bout to get up in the mix now
Seven, everyday is a blessing
Eight, don't make no mistake about one

Now that the hour is nine, time to check for this dime
Breakin hearts at the door
No time for standing in line
The beat is playin in my spine and I can't take it no more
Throw your hands up, let's cut this rug up
And party like it ain't no thang
We can do it all night til the daylight
No, it ain't no shame in my game, yeah

One, don't mess with the radio
Two, don't tell me which way to go
Three, just leave it up to me cause
Four, you ridin with a pro
Five, you gotta leave it all behind
Six, we bout to get up in the mix now
Seven, everyday is a blessing
Eight, don't make no mistake about one

(One) Don't mess with the radio
(Two) Don't tell me which way to go
(Three) Just leave it up to me cause four
You ridin with a pro
Five, you gotta leave it all behind
(Six) We bout to get up in the mix now, seven
Eight, we bout to get up in the mix now

One, don't mess with the radio
Two, don't tell me which way to go
Three, just leave it up to me cause
Four, you ridin with a pro
Five, you gotta leave it all behind
Six, we bout to get up in the mix now
Seven, everyday is a blessing
Eight, don't make no mistake about one





    
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Posted on Sep 4, 2001, 5:50 PM

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The Life

by Mystic

Artist: Mystic
Album: Cuts For Luck and Scars For Freedom
Song: The Life
Typed by: cArMeLfLaVaDeLiGhT@hotmail.com
sent by: rassfan@hotmail.com

Come on, come on
Yeah
Feel good don't it?

[Verse 1]
This is for warm days and drift away
While the sun sets and the ghetto's play
Long nights on a hot summer's block
When you sip yo brew, and never touch yo glock
This is for eyes, that cry like your's and learn
To smile again, rise above the pain
This is for you and your crew, the ones that's true
Will always love you, no matter what you do

[Chorus]
Cause it's the life, the life, the life
The life, the life
It's the life, the life, the life, life
It's the life, the life, the life, yo life, yo life
It's the life, your life, my life

[Verse 2]
This is for soldier's who bust they guns(bust, bust)
In the name of freedom not the game of fun
True Queens, who raise they kids
Zemplement the knowledge, show em how to live
This is for those who stand in line and feed their babie's(i know)
While were runnin out of time
This is for the unjustice behind bars
Our lovers, our leader's, our people(our people)

[Chorus]

[Mystic Rhyming]
Don't let em miss, miss guide you
They'll have you actin like the sun don't shine
And the sky ain't never blue
But you know and I know it's all about survival
This struggle of our people is like that unravaled
The poloticans they was never in control(never)
It's deeper then that a true battle for the soul
What they want is to bring us to our knees
So my people guard yo life by any means

[Verse 3]
This is for those who know we all gon die
And said a bad way by a infinite prize
Those that know who feel the change
In the belly of the best and the ment of strange
This is for those who have they're own fallen angels
Tryna find a way on
This is for everybody(everybody)
And everybody is so life

[Chorus]

Yo, you gotta keep smilin
No matter what
Cause this is the life
What you gon do bout that, huh?
Yo, A-Plus, Hieroglyphics


Posted on Sep 4, 2001, 12:31 PM

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The future is Coming on (Clint Eastwood)

by Gorillaz

Gorillaz - Clint Eastwood


Oh oh oh oh oh
I ain't happy,
I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but
Not for long
The future is coming on

I ain't happy,
I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but
Not for long
The future is coming on
It's coming on,
It's coming on
(Rah, yeah)
It's coming on,
It's coming on

Finally someone let me
Out of my cage
Now time for me is nothin'
'Cause I'm counting no age
Now I couldn't be there now
You shouldn't be scared
I'm good at repairs and
I'm under each snare
Intangible (ah y'all)
I bet you didn't think so
I command you to,
Panoramic view (you)
Look I'll make it
All manageable
Pick and choose,
Sit and lose
All you different crews
Chicks and dudes,
Who you think is
Really kicking tunes

Picture you getting down
And I'll picture too
Like you lit the fuse
You think it's fictional,
Mystical-maybe
Spiritual hero who appears
On you to
Clear your view (yeah)
When you're too crazy
Lifeless for whose definition
Is for what life is
Priceless to you because
I put ya on the hype shift
Did ya like it?
Gut smokin' righteous
But one talkin' psychic
But among knows possess you
With one though

I ain't happy,
I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but
Not for long
The future is coming on

I ain't happy,
I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but
Not for long
(That's right)
The future is coming on
It's coming on,
It's coming on,
It's coming on,
It's coming on

The essence, the basics
Without it you make it
Allow me to make
This child like a nature
Rhythm you have it
Or you don't
That's a fallacy,
I'm in them
Every spiralling tree,
Every child of peace
Every cloud I see you
See with your eyes
You see destruction and demise
(That's right)
Corruption in the skies
From this f***ing enterprise that
I'm sucked into your lies
The Russell that is muscles
The percussion he provides

For me I say God,
Y'all can see me now
'Cause you don't see
With your eye
You perceive with your mind
That's the end of it
So I'm gonna stick around
With Russ and be a mentor
Bust a few rounds of motherf***ers
Remember but the thought is
I brought all this so you can
Survive when
Law is lawless (right here)
Fearless, sensations that
You thought was dead
No squealing, remember that
It's all in your head

I ain't happy,
I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but
Not for long
The future is coming on

I ain't happy,
I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but
Not for long
The future is coming on
It's coming on,
It's coming on,
It's coming on,
It's coming on

My future (future)
It's coming on,
It's coming on,
It's coming on
My future
It's coming on,
It's coming on,
It's coming on
My future





    
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Posted on Aug 29, 2001, 7:40 PM

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**Unreleased**

by D-12 & Eminem

Artist: D-12
Album: Devils Night *
Song: These Drugs
Typed by: djf
sent by: rassfan@hotmail.com

* available only on the European version of Devil's Night (bonus disc edition) NOT IN AMERICA

[Chorus 1]
It's (it's) be (be) cause (cause) of (of)
these drugs I do; that's why I do the things, I do
Be.. cause.. of..
these drugs I do; that's why I do the things, I do

[Eminem - speaking over Chorus 1]
It was like.. whoahh and then the fuckin room started spinnin and shit
And my friend came in he was like, "Yo! Yo! Em! Em!
You puttin that shit up your nose again?"
And I was like, "Naw" nuttin like - everything was just spinnin
I couldn't even see and like, he started to look like a monster n shit
Then I just started laughin and threw up all over the fuckin floor
It's crazy

[Chorus 2 - over last two lines of Chorus 1]
It's because, of these drugs, that I do, that make me
do these things, that I do, do these things, that I do

[Eminem]
My music is therapeutic for whoever's there to use it
It's like, Lucifer's here to influence listeners through it
You probably do what it said to do just from listenin to it
It's got the power to get you to do it (c'mon)
So when the shit comes on, I wanna see some shit jump off
Some bitch get slapped, some motherfuckin kid get stomped
So get this song, go run out and buy this disc
And try this shit, as much coke as I just did
Cause times like these, got me doin lines like these
Plus I grab a pencil every time that I light weed
It's probably because of the drugs Shady does what he does
and is what he is, I'm dizzy Bizzy visit these kids

[Bizarre]
Hey Stephanie (hi!) Let's take some ecstasy (okay!)
Now pull your pants down bitch and have sex with this dog next to me
(huh?) 'Til I'm dead I'm takin blunts to the head
Needles in my broken leg, listen to Grateful Dead
These mescalines got me sure
that I can fuck any whore with genital warts on the Warped Tour
Who slipped this downer in my Snapple?
Cussin out Interscope (Bizarre, you're signed to Capitol!)
Fuck it, I was born with half a brain
Sniffin 'caine, at celebrity basketball games
You motherfuckers think I'm a gimmick
cause I got a Cash Money tattoo and roll with No Limit (UNNNNGGGHHH!)
The last time I sniffed blow
I ended up in Denver, Colorado at an Iggy Pop show
Bizarre be smokin a half a pound
Fuckin the engineer's wife, while he's mixin my song down

[Chorus 1]

[Eminem - speaking over Chorus 1]
It's like, back when I first went on tour
I like, went crazy I was like out of control
And - just was fuckin wasted every night, like
wakin up the next morning like - where the..
Where the fuck am I at, what the fuck is goin on
you see what I'm sayin? I was just like, out of control

[Chorus 2 - over last two lines of Chorus 1]

[Swifty McVay]
These Benadryls got me stiffer than a mannequin
Eight years old swallowin Anacins, standin over my bannister
Laughin with a chromed out caliber (hahahahaha)
The weed that I'm sellin this (?) look like the back of a tarantula
I keep a substantial amount of aspirins in my Acura
Smashin it, after framin a nigga with smack and dust
I'm scandalous, drugs been ran for months
Crackin capsules to expand our blunts
I rolled it up and take the pressure to the head
Now I'm lookin like a extra on "Night of the Living Dead"
until they find me on a stretcher
I'm quick to sample anything, bitch you got a tester?
This crank'll have me blowin up banks like Uncle Fester

[Proof]
Ahhhh.. watch tonight, you'll admit that I'm a fiend
Pop beans, 'scalines, along with amphetamines
Ghetto kings, meddling with the smell of greens
Got a Jell-o spleen, and see yellow rings (ohhhhhh)
Blue pills, and purple mushrooms
(Hey little girl, you got a curfew, don't you?)
Missin since yesterday, perfect just for rape
See I'm on judgment day, numb from special K
Two tabs of X and vitamin C
Swallow Hennessey along with Tylenol 3
Grindin the teeth at the signs of the E
I lost six days at a time in the week
The crime in the street hold your parents for ransom
while D-12 gang rape Marilyn Manson
In twelve hours we blow a pound of the chronic
Barf at my stomach linin, drown in my vomit

[Chorus 1] - 2.5X

[Eminem - speaking over Chorus 1]
Cause I like, I always tell people - yknowhatI'msayin like
If you got an addiction, don't admit, to nobody, yknowhatI'msayin?
Keep that shit to yourself; because if anybody sees that, yknahmsayin
when you're out in the public eye and shit
they're always gonna think that you're on that shit even if you're not
That's why I always tell my friends, knowhatI'msayin but
I mean, like for me, I don't give a fuck
I'll probably end up, dyin from this shit one day
Probably pick up a newspaper in the morning and it's like
"Eminem dies from, drug overdose" - youknowhatI'msayin? And
And my friends, they ain't no fuckin better, yknowhatI'msayin?
They ain't nothin but influences, bad influences to me, y'know
It's peer pressure, shit is like all peer pressure
That's what it boils down to - and, I give in to it
So do they..

[Chorus 2 - over last two lines of Chorus 1] - 2x



Posted on Aug 29, 2001, 5:20 PM

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Livin' it Up

by Ja Rule f/ Case

Artist: Ja Rule f/ Case
Album: Livin' it Up 12"
Song: Livin' it Up
Typed by: mack69daddy_@hotmail.com
sb: rassfan@hotmail.com

[Ja Rule]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We all my...
Yeah
C'mon, c'mon, uh
To all my bitches that be givin' it up, uh
To all my niggas that be livin' it up, we say...
To all my bitches that be givin' it up, ah
C'mon

[Verse 1: Ja Rule]
Baby, you're such a typical, everyday, one night thing
It's a physical, I'ma fuck, you tonight thing
Fuck, knowing your name, get your ass in the Range
And rollover, gettin' blown while blowing the doja
Bring head to a closure
That's a good bitch
Before it's all over, I'ma leave this bitch
Probably treat this bitch, smoke better
'Cause if you ain't know, gangstas and hoes go together
Poppin' my collar, partna
Who in the spot?
Baby, Rule in the spot
In the mug and the watch, love me
Half the hoes hate me, half them love me
The ones that hate me only hate me 'cause they ain't fucked me
And they say I'm lucky
Do you think I've got time to fuck all these hoes?
And do all these shows?
Or flight in the lama, Dodge and White Rolls
Uh-oh, another episode

[Hook: Case & Ja Rule]
What, do I do?
To all my niggas that be livin' it up, we say...
What, I do
To all my bitches that be givin' it up, uhh
What, you do
To all my niggas that be livin' it up, we say...
What, do I do?
To all my bitches that be givin' it up, uhh
My love for you
C'mon

[Verse 2: Ja Rule]
Bitches, just wanna hold the name exactly
That's why they suck dick with more passion than apples
And I ain't mad at'cha
Never leave you alone
'Cause we fucks when I'm home
Phone sex when I'm gone
We both grown, both got minds of our own
Bust our freaks off like old dog and Love Jones
Been, in many zones, baby
One hoe, two hoes
Fuck prizzy bitches, the hoes that do bono
But you know, the Rule be livin' it up
And got all these hoes, givin' it up
I like a little Rule baby, how cute are you?
With a body that rides all sexual
I got a stick, I'll ride right next to you
Do a doughnut, and cut, and I'll open it up
On the freeway, dick in her mouth, foot on the clutch
Rule bitch, not givin' a fuck

[Hook]

[Ja Rule]
C'mon, we get high
C'mon, we get ride
C'mon, we get live
Live yo' life

[Verse 3: Ja Rule]
Love you so sexy, I just want you next to me
Your whole vibe, like you high on Extasy
'Caue ain't nuthin' but an "E" thang baby
I know that pussy wet like crazy
I wanna feel your passion, come when you ask me
Laugh when you cry, cry when you laughin'
But ain't nothin' happenin'
The bitch got a little too high
Picked up my ride and started crackin'
The radio blastin' +Between Me And You+
But you ain't on the low with that freak shit you do
I thought you knew (What I do)
Know I know (What you do)
'Cause it's been a good night, your head ain't right
Like Teddy P, let's +Turn Off The Light+'
And grind it out, takin' no times out
'Til the sun come out
Bitch, when you find out

[Hook 2x]

[Ja Rule]
C'mon, we get high
C'mon, we get ride
C'mon, we get live
C'mon, it's my time

[Ja Rule talking until end]


Posted on Aug 28, 2001, 3:11 PM

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We Right Here

by DMX

Artist: DMX
Album: We Right Here 12"
Song: We Right Here
Typed by: bootleg210@msn.com
sb: rassfan@hotmail.com

[DMX]
Uh, uh, uh, uh

[Chorus]
Bring it! What?
We right here
We're not goin anywhere
We right here
This is ours and we don't share
We right here
Bring your crew cuz we don't care
We right here
Uh, uh, uh

[Verse 1]
One mo' time,
I gots to hit the streets off, make the streets talk
Let 'em know it ain't a sweet walk
This gone be
The only joint made this year that'll knock 'til 2003
And y'all gone see
That the hottest nigga out there, was, is, and will be me
Just like that
I can go away for a minute, do some other shit, but bounce right back
And when it's on
I'm comin strapped, with some shit that'll spit from dusk 'til dawn
And when you gone
Ain't no comin back in the morning, like that shit was a dream
Nigga you gone
That's for real
Creep niggas like a seal, totin steel, stick a nigga make him squeal
Oh my God
Those can't be the last words of ya man, damn ya man was so hard
Come on!

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Here we go again
How many million did my last one sell? Fuck it, I'm goin for ten
It's never gone stop
And ever fuckin time I hit you, it's goin straight to the
top of the charts
The champion
I'm a thoroughbred, my blood is strong, and I scratch 'til you done
Cross the line
And ain't no more scratches after that, straight up, niggas is dyin
Yo, what the fuck
Is you cats doin runnin around like this, like you won't get stuck
Yo, that's my word
I stay givin it to niggas, and I stay not really being heard
But, y'all gone see
That the same things thou done to them, will be done to thee
And then you'll know
That sometimes though you come thru the front,
you leavin out the backdo'
Come on!

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Bring the noise
And you better come with niggas you don't give a fuck about,
Cuz you gone lose your boys
Cuz we don't play
And the silencer will silence any cocksucker with somethin to say
Dog for life
Whether I'm on or off the leash I bite, streets are my life
Click click boom {*gunshot*}
Another life taken too soon, another mother had a funeral
Still waters run deep
And the pain is forever alive inside, makes it hard to sleep
But I keep goin, goin
Shit I'm always careful when I walk, I'm always seein, knowin
The dog gone live
Stay walkin the wire, over the fire, when I can I give
The dog is good
And how it's stayin dog gone fuck with the hood
The dog fuck with the wood

[Chorus] 2x

[DMX]
We right here
Uh, uh, uh

[Repeat until fade]




    
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Posted on Aug 28, 2001, 3:10 PM

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What It Is Right Now p:2

by Busta Rhymes f/ Flipmode Squad

Artist: Busta Rhymes f/ Flipmode Squad, Kelis
Album: Dr. Dolittle 2 Soundtrack
Song: What It Is Right Now Pt. 2
Typed by: mothegreat@bet.com
SB: rassfan@hotmail.com

[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah, yeah, yeah Flipmode
Yeah, yeah, yeah Flipmode
Yeah, yeah, yeah Flipmode
Yeah, yeah, yeah Flipmode
Yeah, yeah, yeah Flipmode
Keep it goin c'mon
Keep it goin c'mon
Keep it goin c'mon
Part 2, Ha!

[Spliff Star]
Yeah, Let me show you what it is right now
Grip the 5th hit you in your shit right now
Make room my squad moving big right now
Stack chips, crib looking sick right now
Chicks I switch em like kicks right now
Sorry can't help it; I'm a pimp right now
My new revenue thick right now
Or I'd have to come back and cook a brick right now

[Rah Digga]
Near none of y'all hoochies couldn't move me right now
Went from Gap to Guess to a Gucci right now
Gunnin for your title, why bother right now
Some of y'all more bitch then Puffy's driver right now (stop)
Digga can rock; watch me spit it for blocks
In between big screens like I'm Vivica Fox
Second album showing no mercy right now
We first since Eminem controversial right now

(Chorus)
[Kelis (Busta Rhymes)]
Flipmode what it is right now (C'mon)
Flipmode what it is right now (Uh-ha, Uh-ha)
Flipmode what it is right now (All my people Uh-ha, Uh-ha)
Flipmode what it is right now (Flipmode nigga, Flipmode nigga)
Flipmode what it is right now (What you want nigga)
Flipmode what it is right now (Uh-ha, Uh-ha)
Flipmode what it is right now (All my people Uh-ha, Uh-ha)
Flipmode what it is right now (C'mon, Uh-ha, Uh-ha)

[Rampage]
We got you stuck right now
Shit we lookin for bitches to fuck right now
Chickens and Peacocks and ducks right now
Different birds with feathers to pluck right now
When we pull up in the truck right now
All black seven-forty deluxe right now
Niggas hate to self-destruct right now
Wishin that I was takin the bus right now

[Roc Marciano]
Let's get it on right now
I feel it more right now
Big and small and skin em all right down
Wide variety of kicks
And 9 times out of 10 I'm get a bitch
And get so…right now, I mean right now
Fuck a white gal in a tight towel, and right now
Things are like Iron Mike now
Throw hard rights and knock em out right now

(Chorus w/ different adlibs from Busta Rhymes)

[Kelis]
This be the beat to rock for the beats (yeah)
Bang that shit you crack the concrete (c'mon)
When we come thru you know we drop bombs
Flip-mode 2-k-1 dot com
Hands in the air till you weaken both arms
Ladies shake ya ass; fellas roll the charms
We keepin it street cause how we live
That's what it is baby, that what it is baby

[Baby Cham]
Uh, Yeah
It's QB right now
Niggas is wonderin who's he right now
He the nigga wit 20's on V's right now
Pushin a whip on empty streets right now
Fly by you catch a cab right now
Put your cap down to the Force Eclipse right now
Die slow got niggas pickin they scabs now
Let it bleed right now, close your eyes no sounds

[Busta Rhymes]
I thought I told you who it is right now
You ain't go to guess this ain't a fuckin quiz right now
Tap better like Melvin Giz right now
Bus-a-Bus the motherfucking grand wiz right now
In case you ain't knowing it's Flipmode right now
Stopping ya bank takin ya doe right now
Bitch wanna fuck around wit a pro right now
I see betta bitches I think you got to go right now

(Chorus w/ different adlibs from Busta Rhymes)

[Busta Rhymes]
It's Spliff Star up in the spot c'mon
It's Rah Digga in the spot c'mon
Rampage is in the spot c'mon
Yeah, Roc Marc in the spot c'mon
Yeah, Baby Cham is in the spot c'mon
Yeah, Bus-a-Bus is in the spot c'mon
Yeah, Scratchator is in the spot c'mon
Bus'll tell you what it is right now
2001 hot shit, hot shit, hot shit
Hot shit, hot shit, hot shit, hot shit, hot shit


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Everything's Everything

by AZ f/ Joe

Artist: AZ f/ Joe
Album: 9 Lives
Song: Everything's Everything
Typed by: blinginroy@yahoo.com *
sent by: rassfan@hotmail.com

* send corrections to the typist

(Joe)
Aiyyo, we veterans now,
AZ, AZ
And J-O-E

(AZ)
I'm back, no Belve, just bottles of Don
With the same role plays that's about to go on,
Any stagnation, I rise beyond
Get it right, understand ma, ties are strong
From the streets where it all started, back in school
To the dough stacks,and nigga start actin' fool
Who's be the loud type and like to flash the jewels
Hit something nice then broadcast the news,
Facts and weed, this slow track that we
Did it all in the hood, had to leave
Asthmatic, guess I had to breathe
Short nigga wait up, suppose to grab the 'vees
Blasted for few winters, rejuvenated
Return like you remembered, but more swifter
Stronger than your malt liquor,
Money, hoes and clothes, don't let them hoes get cha,
They not fair

(Joe)
[Chorus] 2X

That's how we ball, that's how we bang
Show them how we are in them thangs,
Play your part, play the game
Everything's everything

(AZ)
This is real, believe it I take look for real
It's perspiration under the booster wheel,
Trucks and 20's, 'Lacs wit them cocked Zazemi
You can catch me at Justin's or up in Jimmy's
Jack them hot, the real never wrestle with pride,
If you lie, that's the only way I let you inside
Drop them or not, probably for the love of the block
See me solo in a photo, hands under my cock
For face, the white clock and tainted shades
Take for fake, got a face that just say for raise
Get in the mix, sittin' up in cinema six,
Multi-complex, go before the end of the flick
It's just me, besides I'm just a G
Wit the O in the front, I know what you want
Believe… I'm sucka-free

[Chorus] 2X

(Joe)
Back up your work, hit the block and pitch
Don't stop 'til you rich, 'cause shots never snitch
Stick to the script, tuckin' the chain
Everything's everything

(AZ)
See times don't stop, and crime won't stop
So I won't stop til I'm sittin' on top,
To every home phones and cells get blocked,
And every hard top get chop til we drop
If the streets don't get us, the peace gon' get us
Wait til the lord they don't hit us,
I'm so iffy, keep the 'dro sticky
(???) fifty, come and smoke with me
Bring some cups in the clubs and toast with me,
So small crispy, man I flow sippy
And the last Griffin, play chef in the kitchen
Back shots, ass in the air, best position

(Joe)
That's how we ball, that's how we bang
Everybody do your thang

[Chorus] 2X

(Joe)
Back up your work, hit the block and pitch
Don't stop 'til you rich, but shots never snitch
Stick to the script, tuckin' the chain
Everything's everything

[Chorus and Joe's verse] til music fade


Posted on Aug 26, 2001, 10:38 AM

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Ugly

by Bubba Sparxxx f/ Timbaland

Artist: Bubba Sparxxx f/ Timbaland
Album: Ugly 12"
Song: Ugly (in here)
Typed by: djf
sent bY: rassfan@hotmail.com

[Timbaland]
Uhh.. uh-oh, uh-oh
Tch-tchka-tchka-tchka-tchka uhh
Uh-oh, uh-oh
Tchka-tchka uhh
Uh-oh, uh-oh
Say what, say what? Freaky freaky uhh
Tchka-tchka-tchka-tchka Bubba

[Bubba Sparxxx]
Shit I ain't choose to rhyme; rhymin chose me
So I hit the track runnin - like a nosebleed
Life ain't great now, but it's much improved
Yo' album droppin this summer? That sucks for you
Cause this is Bubba's moment - I put my mother on it
I said my momma; it seems as if I lover her don't it?
So buckle up, cause it's gon' get bumpy
I call my girlfriends Betty's, and my shits grumpies
That Bubba talk - gotcha open wide
I giggle outside the booth; but ain't no joke inside
This is complicated - at least to y'all it is
Just let me sell fifty million, then I'll call it quits
But until that day, y'all in deep doo doo
I never once saw you crank it cause I just leap through you
What you need to do, is just admit you love me
The South has always been Dirty but now it's gettin ugly

[Chorus]
Uglyyyyyyyyyy - in here!
Huh, in here! Huh, in here!
It's gon' get uglyyyyyyyyyy - in here!
Huh, in here! Huh, in here!
It's gon' get uglyyyyyyyyyy, uglyyy, uglyyy
In here! Huh, in here!
It's gon' get uglyyyyyyyyyy - in here!
Huh, in here! Huh, in here - uh-ohh!

[Bubba Sparxxx]
Though I am country, don't get the wrong idea
My ego's gettin bigger, with every song I hear
Cause y'all been bullshittin, spittin that booty chatter
Out here for two days and came with somethin that truly matters
On goes the saga - of Bubba's plight
She won't see tomorrah, if I don't cut tonight
That's just my mood now; I hate it came to this
How else can I say it I don't speak no other languages
I'm fairly ripped now, so this the jimmy talkin
You hear that beat don'tcha? That's just Timmy talkin
Go 'head throw dem bows - fuck it, break a bottle
Let's be honest none of us will ever date a model
So let's just cut it loose, ignore the repercussions
If you scared, then just forget what we discussin
This that new South - take a picture of me
Cause I'm a fuckin legend, and this is gettin ugly

[Chorus]

[Bubba Sparxxx]
Now this thang is jumpin - ain't it somethin?
What makes it special, this whole moment came from nothin
Now you see it triples; I bet she slurp tonight
Lames hide your wallets hatin broads clutch your purses tight
If you ain't tryin to live, you with the wrong crowd
And if you feelin brave then better sport that thong proud
And if you finally breathin, then sing this song loud
I'm glad I got you wet I know you had a long drought
Don't worry about the law - they can't arrest us all
I had to crank couldn'ta done nothin less for y'all
Forget your inhibitions; I wanna see you whylin
And if Bubba dies tonight - know he was smilin

[Chorus]

[Timbaland]
Ha ha, it's gon' get (uglyyyyyyyyyy - in here!)
Thck-thck (Huh, in here! Huh, in here!)
It's gon' get (uglyyyyyyyyyy - in here!)
(Huh, in here! Huh, in here!)
It's gon' get (uglyyyyyyyyyy) say what?
(Uglyyy, uglyyy) Say what? (Uglyyy!) In here! Huh, in here!
(It's gon' get uglyyyyyyyyyy - in here!)
(Huh, in here! Huh, in here - uh-ohh!)
Thcka-thcka-thcka-thcka-thcka check switch uhh

{*"Get Ur Freak On" beat*} Switch it one time
{*Bubba's "Ugly" beat*} Now switch it back baby
{*"Get Ur Freak On" beat*} Switch it one time
{*Bubba's "Ugly" beat*} Now switch it back baby

"Holla!! Ain't no stoppin me" -> Missy
"Copywritten so" (so what?) "don't copy me"

{*Bubba's "Ugly" beat*} I want you to..

"Holla!! Ain't no stoppin me" -> Missy
"Copywritten so, don't copy me"

C'mon Bubba, let's go


Posted on Aug 26, 2001, 10:27 AM

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Lifetime

by Maxwell

Artist: Maxwell
Song: Lifetime
typed by: dat_mexican_gurl@yahoo.com
sent by: Lionthemad@theglobe.com

I was reborn when I was broken
I wouldn't believe, I wouldn't believe, no
been thru a storm, no use in hoping
that you would come rescue me
somehow your love set me free

And I, I can let my life pass me by
or I can get down and try
work it all out this lifetime
work it on out this time
I can let it all pass me by
or I can get down and try
work it all out this lifetime lifetime

There was a time when love wasn't chosen
now I'm just open for more
now I'm just reaching out for something better
that I had before, girl
there ain't a bottom line in your world

Ooh and I, I can let my life pass me by
or I can get down and try
work it all out this lifetime
work it on out this time

I can let it all pass me by
or I can just try and try
I can move to the light
oh if I take it one day at a time (oh I)
oh spread my love out and fly
oh I (I can move to the light)
ooh I can just make you understand
that love is not a fairytale in a melody
if you want it you can have it girl
maybe you will see maybe you will see (ooh ooh)
ooh oh oh wo oh
lifetime lifetime

repeat chorus
(adlib til end)








    
This message has been edited by tidepoetry on Aug 26, 2001 10:42 AM

Posted on Aug 24, 2001, 2:48 PM

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Raise Up (Radio Remix)

by Petey Pablo

Artist: Petey Pablo
Album: Raise Up (All Cities Remix) 12"
Song: Raise Up
Typed by: ParkinLotPimp64@worldnet.att.com
sent by: rassfan@hotmail.com

[Intro: Reporter]
This Is David Nevermind
And today's controversy is coming from yet another member
Or should I say members, of the hip hop community
Petey Pablo, a new artist signed under Jive
Has teamed up with Timbaland, out of V.A.
In a quest to redeem the title
And Bring North Carolina, and Virginia, to the front of the line
We're gonna stay by

[Chorus 1]
This one's for North Carolina! C'mon and raise up
Take your shirt off, and twist is 'round yo head
Spin it like a helicopter
South Carolina! C'mon and raise up
This one's for you, uh-uh
This one's for who? Us, us, us! it's uhh..
Ooh, Hot Atlanta! C'mon and raise up
Take your shirt off, and twist is 'round yo head
Spin it like a helicopter
Stand up Virginia! C'mon and raise up
This one's for you, uh-uh
This one's for who? Us, us, us! it's uhh..

[Petey Pablo]
Who am I? Petey Pab motherfucker
I'm The First puttin' it down for North Carolina
But guess what? (what) it's been worth it
I'm a superstar, bought me a big ol' car
Four point Six (see the car?)
Black fifty four, from the front to the back
Got a button in the middle that makes a trunk go, eh eh
But it ain't bout that, it's about gettin' what you get and drivin all back here
Big Fellas (six fellas)
Half of me, and Carolina niggaz dont have enough time together
Polk, Bladen, Marshall, Hoke, Green County, Timbaland (damn!)
Transfer, Sandy Ridge, browns over here (greens over here)
Pasqoutank, down on the Odom East (let me think)
Johnson County, Franklin, Burgaw, Newport, Warren, Shelby, Kenansville
Man Catantwa Tarboro, Triangle, Goldsboro, Halifax, Statesville
And all my niggaz doin' life behind the walls
This right here, right here, right here, this one's for

[Chorus 2]
New York City! C'mon and raise up
Take your shirt off, and twist is 'round yo head
Spin it like a helicopter
Ah, Jersey To Philly! C'mon and raise up
This one's for you, uh-uh
This one's for who? Us, us, us! it's uhh..
Ay, D.C. To Maryland! C'mon and raise up
Take your shirt off, and twist is 'round yo head
Spin it like a helicopter
Houston to Dallas! C'mon and raise up
This one's for you, uh-uh
This one's for who? Us, us, us! it's uhh..

[Petey Pablo]
Beat it, Beat it
You remember them days y'all, we use to play y'all
The radio and put our own lil part in the song y'all
We use to (rep our city! rep our city!)
Runnin' through the school halls
Just before our basketball pep rally jumped off
My house, my home, my hood
My brother my sister my cous
My