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| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 2 2006, 03:17 PM (441 Views) | |
| Jason | Mar 2 2006, 03:17 PM Post #1 |
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Here's mine; it's Doesn't Remind Me By Audio Slave. "Doesn't Remind Me" I walk the streets of Japan till I get lost Cause it doesn't remind me of anything With a graveyard tan carrying a cross Cause it doesn't remind me of anything I like studying faces in a parking lot Cause it doesn't remind me of anything I like driving backwards in the fog Cause it doesn't remind me of anything [Chorus] The things that I've loved the things that I've lost The things I've held sacred that I've dropped I won't lie no more you can bet I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget I like gypsy moths and radio talk Cause it doesn't remind me of anything I like gospel music and canned applause Cause it doesn't remind me of anything I like colorful clothing in the sun Cause it doesn't remind me of anything I ilke hammering nails and speaking in tongues Cause it doesn't remind me of anything [Chorus] The things that I've loved the things that I've lost The things I've held sacred that I've dropped I won't lie no more you can bet I don't want to learn what I'll need Bend and shape me I love the way you are Slow and sweetly Like never before Calm and sleeping We won't stir up the past So descretely We won't look back [Chorus] The things that I've loved the things that I've lost The things I've held sacred that I've dropped I won't lie no more you can bet I don't want to learn what I'll need I like throwing my voice and breaking guitars Cause it doesn't remind me of anything I like playing in the sand what's mine is ours If it doesn't remind me of anything |
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| Antwuan | Mar 2 2006, 03:39 PM Post #2 |
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I have a hell of alot, but I'll just post once at a time. Here's one of them. "Kill You" [Eminem] When I was just a little baby boy, my momma used to tell me these crazy things She used to tell me my daddy was an evil man, she used to tell me he hated me But then I got a little bit older and I realized, she was the crazy one But there was nothin I could do or say to try to change it cause that's just the way she was They said I can't rap about bein broke no more They ain't say I can't rap about coke no more (AHHH!) Slut, you think I won't choke no whore til the vocal cords don't work in her throat no more?! (AHHH!) These motherfu*kers are thinkin I'm playin Thinkin I'm sayin the sh*t cause I'm thinkin it just to be sayin it (AHHH!) Put your hands down bitch, I ain't gon' shoot you I'ma pull +YOU+ to this bullet, and put it through you (AHHH!) Shut up slut, you're causin too much chaos Just bend over and take it like a slut, okay Ma? "Oh, now he's raping his own mother, abusing a whore, snorting coke, and we gave him the Rolling Stone cover?" You god damn right BITCH, and now it's too late I'm triple platinum and tragedies happen in two states I invented violence, you vile venomous volatile bitches vain Vicadin, vrinnn Vrinnn, VRINNN! [*chainsaw revs up*] Texas Chainsaw, left his brains all danglin from his neck, while his head barely hangs on Blood, guts, guns, cuts Knives, lives, wives, nuns, sluts [Chorus: Eminem] Bitch I'ma kill you! You don't wanna f*ck with me Girls neither - you ain't nuttin but a slut to me Bitch I'ma kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef We ain't gon' never stop beefin I don't squash the beef You better kill me! I'ma be another rapper dead for poppin off at the mouth with sh*t I shouldn'ta said But when they kill me - I'm bringin the world with me Bitches too! You ain't nuttin but a girl to me .. I said you don't, wanna f*ck with Shady (cause why?) Cause Shady, will f*ckin kill you (ah-haha) I said you don't, wanna f*ck with Shady (why?) Cause Shady, will f*ckin kill you.. [Eminem] Bitch I'ma kill you! Like a murder weapon, I'ma conceal you in a closet with mildew, sheets, pillows and film you Buck with me, I been through hell, shut the hell up! I'm tryin to develop these pictures of the Devil to sell 'em I ain't "acid rap," but I rap on acid Got a new blow-up doll and just had a strap-on added WHOOPS! Is that a subliminal hint? NO! Just criminal intent to sodomize women again Eminem offend? NO! Eminem insult And if you ever give in to him, you give him an impulse to do it again, THEN, if he does it again you'll probably end up jumpin out of somethin up on the 10th (Ahhhhhhhh!) Bitch I'ma kill you, I ain't done this ain't the chorus I ain't even drug you in the woods yet to paint the forest A bloodstain is orange after you wash it three or four times in a tub but that's normal ain't it Norman? Serial killer hidin murder material in a cereal box on top of your stereo Here we go again, we're out of our medicine out of our minds, and we want in yours, let us in [Chorus (first line starts "Or I'ma kill you!")] [Eminem] Eh-heh, know why I say these things? Cause lady's screams keep creepin in Shady's dreams And the way things seem, I shouldn't have to pay these shrinks this eighty G's a week to say the same things TWEECE! TWICE? Whatever, I hate these things f*ck shots! I hope the weed'll outweigh these drinks Motherfu*kers want me to come on their radio shows just to argue with 'em cause their ratings stink? f*ck THAT! I'll choke radio announcer to bouncer from fat bitch to off seventy-thousand pounds of her from principal to the student body and counselor from in-school to before school to out of school I don't even believe in breathin I'm leavin air in your lungs just to hear you keep screamin for me to seep it OKAY, I'M READY TO GO PLAY I GOT THE MACHETE FROM O.J. I'M READY TO MAKE EVERYONE'S THROATS ACHE You faggots keep eggin me on til I have you at knifepoint, then you beg me to stop? SHUT UP! Give me your hands and feet I said SHUT UP when I'm talkin to you YOU HEAR ME? ANSWER ME! [Chorus] [first line starts "Or I'ma kill you!", ninth line starts "Bitch I'ma kill you!"] [Eminem] Hahaha, I'm just playin ladies You know I love you |
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| butterz | Mar 2 2006, 05:35 PM Post #3 |
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DEMFRANCHIZEBOYZ LEAN WIT IT ROCK WIT IT the second verse with buddie im to clean to wanna pop lock from left to right e ****** lean halla to da b cheak my feet u ant got dess i rock dembeminess every time the beat drop lean wit it rock wit me freeze before yo fingaz pop perpole lean perpole green grams in my sockes f*ck u mean u ant seen buddie on the block they call me docter doc i perscribe what a ***** need mabalina rock old school beeva petra feet |
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| Chicken993_4eva | Mar 2 2006, 06:36 PM Post #4 |
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Here's one of my songs: "I Believe I Can Fly" I used to think that I could not go on And life was nothing but an awful song But now I know the meaning of true love I'm leaning on the everlasting arms If I can see it, then I can do it If I just believe it, there's nothing to it [1] - I believe I can fly I believe I can touch the sky I think about it every night and day Spread my wings and fly away I believe I can soar I see me running through that open door I believe I can fly I believe I can fly I believe I can fly See I was on the verge of breaking down Sometimes silence can seem so loud There are miracles in life I must achieve But first I know it starts inside of me, oh If I can see it, then I can do it If I just believe it, there's nothing to it [Repeat 1] Hey, cuz I believe in me, oh If I can see it, then I can do it If I just believe it, there's nothing to it [Repeat 1] Hey, if I just spread my wings I can fly I can fly I can fly, hey If I just spread my wings I can fly Fly-eye-eye Here's the other: Song: Go the Distance Lyrics I have often dreamed Of a far off place Where a hero's welcome Would be waiting for me Where the crowds will cheer When they see my face And a voice keeps saying This is where I'm meant to be I'll be there someday I can go the distance I will find my way If I can be strong I know ev'ry mile Will be worth my while When I go the distance I'll be right where I belong Down an unknown road To embrace my fate Though the road may wander It will lead me to you And a thousand years Would be worth the wait It may take a lifetime But somehow I'll see it through And I won't look back I can go the distance And I'll stay on track No I won't accept defeat It's an uphill slope But I won't lose hope Till I go the distance And my journey is complete But to look beyond the glory is the hardest part For a hero's strength is measured by his heart Like a shooting star I can go the distance I will search the world I will face its harms I don't care how far I can go the distance TillI find my hero's welcome Waiting in your arms... I will search the world I will face its harms TillI find my hero's welcome Waiting in your arms... |
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| Antwuan | Mar 2 2006, 07:07 PM Post #5 |
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Party Up! By DMX[DMX] Uhh.. UH! .. WHOO! [Chorus:] [DMX] Y'all gon' make me lose my mind up in HERE, up in here Y'all gon' make me go all out up in here, up in here Y'all gon' make me act a FOOL up in HERE, up in here Y'all gon' make me lose my cool up in here, up in here [DMX] If I gotsta bring it to you cowards then it's gonna be quick, aight All your mens up in the jail before, suck my d*ck and all them other cats you run with, get done with, dumb quick How the f*ck you gonna cross the dog with some bum sh*t? Aight There go the gun click, nine one one sh*t All over some dumb sh*t, ain't that some sh*t Y'all *racist word*z remind me of a strip club, cause everytime you come around, it's like (what) I just gotta get my d*ck sucked And I don't know who the f*ck you think you talkin to but I'm not him, aight slim? So watch what you do Or you gon' find yourself, buried next to someone else and we all thought you loved yourself But that couldn't have been the issue, or maybe they just sayin that, now cause they miss you sh*t a *racist word* tried to diss you That's why you layin on your back, lookin at the roof of the church Preacher tellin the truth and it hurts [Chorus] [DMX] Off the chain I leave *racist word*z soft in the brain cause *racist word*z still want the fame, off the name First of all, you ain't rapped long enough to be f*ckin with me and you, you ain't strong enough So whatever it is you puffin on that got you think that you Superman I got the Kryptonite, should I smack him with my d*ck and the mic? Y'all *racist word*z is characters, not even good actors What's gon' be the outcome? Hmm, let's add up all the factors You wack, you're twisted, your girl's a hoe You're broke, the kid ain't yours, and e'rybody know Your old man say you stupid, you be like, "So? I love my baby mother, I never let her go " I'm tired of weak ass *racist word*z whinin over pus*y that don't belong to them, f*ck is wrong with them? They f*ck it up for real *racist word*z like my mans and them who get it on on the strength of the hands with them, MAN [Chorus] [DMX] I bring down rains so heavy it curse the head No more talkin - put him in the dirt instead You keep walin - lest you tryin to end up red Cause if I end up fed, y'all end up dead Cause youse a soft type *racist word* Fake up North type *racist word* Puss like a soft white *racist word* Dog is a dog, blood's thicker than water We done been through the mud and we quicker to slaughter The bigger the order, the more guns we brought out We run up in there, e'rybody come out, don't nobody run out Sun in to sun out, I'ma keep the gun out *racist word* runnin his mouth? I'ma blow his lung out Listen, yo' ass is about to be missin You know who gon' find you? (Who?) Some old man fishin Grandma wishin your soul's at rest but it's hard to digest with the size of the hole in your chest [Chorus] [DMX] Hold up! ERRRRRRRR! One.. two.. meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside All my Ruff Ry-DERS gon' meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside All my big ball-ERS gon' meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside All my fly lad-IES gon' meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside All my street street peoples meet me outside meet me outside, outside motherfu*ker X is got y'all bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again Dark Man X got ya bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again Swizz Beatz got y'all bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again (Swizz Beatz) Ruff Ryders got y'all bouncin again [DMX] Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again Dark Man keep you bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again Dark Man keep you bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again All my streets they bouncin again Bouncin again, we're bouncin again Swizz Swizz Beatz we bouncin again Bouncin again and we bouncin again Double R keep it comin, ain't nuttin y'all Ain't nuttin y'all can do, now.. [BOOM] |
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| PirateKingTenkaichiD | Mar 4 2006, 12:22 AM Post #6 |
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D4L Betcha Can't Do It Like Me You f*ckin Butter We D4L bitch And we back I betcha can't do it like me (nope) I betcha can't do it like me (nope) I betcha can't do it like me (nope) I betcha can't do it like me (nope) I betcha can't do it like me (nope) I betcha can't do it like me (nope) I betcha can't do it like me (nope) I betcha can't do it like me (nope) Prince O in the house and we represent da south And i got to let em know before i came to ride we Can buck it ain't nuthn but da pimpin inside she can Go wen we get cut they can watch me roll anybody Buck betta lock and load ain't goin to the truck betta watch Dat hoe if she knuck if ahe buck she can hit em wit a fo O betcha stand on one toe wit your arms in the air Immitate fabulll stop drop roll pop one time lean Back sprewell and pop one mo o i betcha can't get Like me roll a blunt and take a hit like me step in the club And pull a bitch like me and spit like hell he swear he Like me I betcha can't do it like me i'm tipsy off coke and hennesy When i walk in you'll hataz envy me d4l you know who We be da first street in 2003 2004 its all bout me i'm Gon spray so you'll force can see watch me do it it's so Easy first you get real low bounce on your toes snap Yo finger make your arm roll hit da floor do da fabull Keep it crazy and scream out o i'm tired of giving you'll Suckers game for free next time wen i pull out my cd Bet you can't touch 22 g's i bet you can't do my dance Like me no I betcha can't do it like me (nope) I betcha can't do it like me (nope) I betcha can't do it like me (nope) I betcha can't do it like me (nope) I betcha can't do it like me (nope) I betcha can't do it like me (nope) I betcha can't do it like me (nope) I betcha can't do it like me (nope) All we do is represent d4l can't see this stand out them Ghetto hills dat team spittn out lyrics talkn slick gon get Yo ass hit choppa wit it get you quick splaka splake duck Trick i betcha can't work da street like dis flip a p and get Up quick broke down geetin dimes and nicks hit the club So fresh real quick hit da flo do my dance like this Nope stopped and walked in the door with a box of blunts And an answer of da dro wit a bag of dem sprees and you Know i'm spendin like whoa i knock a hata to the flo ask Carlos ask fabull ask lamar and mo b and Frank ske they Already know nope i ain't really playin wit dem crows ak Start sprayin i ain't layin wit em tho i can't em in da hood And hit em wit a fo do my dance on em whoa Nope i btcha can't do it like a g grab a tee and wipe da feet Like me ain't gotta do it rite but they still wanna see and They all wonder why they can't do it like me Nope but i can do it like me shake the lid and get to it like me Coa coa brother you like me make em dance and get krunk like me I betcha can't do it like me (nope) I betcha can't do it like me (nope) I betcha can't do it like me (nope) I betcha can't do it like me (nope) I betcha can't do it like me (nope) I betcha can't do it like me (nope) I betcha can't do it like me (nope) I betcha can't do it like me (nope) They know i'm low i'm ceo got stacks on deck i pop i roll The cars the clothes the life i know the hard the soft the Dro that's all it's time that i shine it's d4l on my grand mama Partna all hatas go to hell i can't stand drama shawty i don't say No stories i can't tell i betcha can't do it like me break no bank Every tome they try they fail c'mon I betcha can't do it like me (nope) I betcha can't do it like me (nope) I betcha can't do it like me (nope) I betcha can't do it like me (nope) I betcha can't do it like me (nope) I betcha can't do it like me (nope) I betcha can't do it like me (nope) I betcha can't do it like me (nope) Nope Nope Nope Nope Nope Nope |
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| Antwuan | Mar 4 2006, 12:22 PM Post #7 |
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Tupac - "Do For Love" Turn it up loud Hahaha, ahahaha, hey man You a little sucker for love, right? Word up, hahahahaha I shoulda seen you was trouble right from the starrrrt, taught me so many lessons How not to mess with broken hearts, so many questions When this began we was the perfect match, perhaps we had some problems but we workin at it, and now the arguments are gettin loud, I wanna stay But I can't help from walkin out, just throw it away Just take my hand and understand, if you could see I never planned to be a man, it just wasn't me But now I'm searchin for commitment, in other arms I wanna shelter you from harm, don't be alarmed Your attitude was the cause, you got me stressin Soon as I opened up the door with your jealous questions Like ";when can I be"; you're killin me with your jealousy Now my ambition's to be free I can't breathe, cause soon as I leave, it's like a trap I hear you callin me to come back, I'm a sucka for love ... that's right, sucka for love (Chorus) x2 What you won't do, do for love You tried everything, but you don't give up Just when I thought I broke away and I'm feelin happy You try to trap me say you pregnant and guess who the daddy Don't wanna fall for it, but in this case what could I do? So now I'm back To makin promises to you, tryin to keep it true What if I'm wrong...a trick to keep me on and on Tryin to be strong and in the process, keep you goin I'm bout to lose my composure, I'm gettin close To packin up and leavin notes, and gettin ghost Tell me who knows, a peaceful place where I can go To clear my head I'm feelin low, losin control My heart is sayin leave, oh what a tangle web we weave When we conspire to conceive, and now... You gettin calls at the house, guess you cheatin That's all I need to hear cause I'm leavin, I'm out the door Never no more will you see me, this is the end Cause now I know you've been cheatin, I'm a sucka for love ... damn, sucka for love... sucka for love ... sucka for love (Chorus) Now he left you with scars, tears on your pillow and you still stay As you sit and pray...hoping the beatings'll go away It wasn't always a hit and run relationship It use to be love, happiness and companionship Remember when I treated you good I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood Me and you a happy home, when it was on I had a love to call my own I shoulda seen you was trouble but I was lost, trapped in your eyes Preoccupied with gettin tossed, no need to lie You had a man and I knew it, you told me Don't worry bout it we can do it now I'm under pressure Make a decision cause I'm waitin, when I'm alone I'm on the phone havin secret conversations, huh I wanna take your misery, replace it with happiness But I need your faith in me, I'm a sucka for love ... sucka for love, know you ain't right G but yet I'ma sucka for love (Chorus) ... I'ma sucka for love, sucka for love ... Sucka for love |
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| Jason | Mar 4 2006, 12:24 PM Post #8 |
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Bad Reputation Thin Lizzy You got a bad reputation That’s the word out on the town It gives a certain fascination But it can only bring you down You better turn yourself around Turn yourself around Turn it upside down Turn yourself around You had bad breaks well that’s tough luck You play too hard too much rough stuff You’re too sly so cold That bad reputation has made you old Turn yourself around Turn yourself around Turn it upside down Turn yourself around |
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| Antwuan | Mar 4 2006, 12:32 PM Post #9 |
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Tupac - "Hit Em Up" So I f*cked your bitch You fat mutha-f*cka {Take Money} West Side Bad Boy Killers {Take Money} You know who the realist is N*ggas we bring it to {Take Money} [ha ha, that's alright] First off, f*ck your bitch And the click you claim West side when we ride Come equipped with game You claim to be a playa But, I f*cked your wife We bust on Bad Boys *racist word*s f*ck for Life Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak Hearts I rip Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia Some mark ass bitches We keep on coming While we running for yah jewels Steady gunning Keep on busting at them fools You know the rules Little Ceasar go ask you homie How i'll leave yah Cut your young ass up See yah in pieces Now be deceased Little Kim, Don't f*ck with real ass G's Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets So f*ck peace I'll let them *racist word*s know It's on for Life Don't let the west side Ride the night [ha ha] Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill f*ck with me And get your caps peeled You know, See Grab your glocks when you see 2pac Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh Who shot me, But, your punks didn't finish Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace *racist word*, I hit 'em up Check this out You mutha-f*ckas know what time it is I don't know why I'm even on this track Y'all *racist word*s ain't even on my level I'm going to let my little homies Ride on yah Bitch made ass Bad Boys bitches {ahh yo, yo, hold the f*ck up} Get out the way yo Get out the way yo Biggie Smalls just got dropped Little move pass the mac And let me hit 'em in his back Frank White needs to get spanked right For setting up traps Little accident murderers And I ain't never heard of yah Poise less gats attack when I'm serving yah Spank the shank Your whole style when I gank Gaurd your rank Cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang Puffy weaker than a f*ckin' block I'm running through *racist word* And I'm smoking Junior Mafia In front of yah *racist word* With the ready power Tucked in my Guess Under my Eddie Bower Your clout petty sour I push packages ever hour I hit 'em up Grab your glocks when you see 2pac Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh Who shot me, But, your punks didn't finish Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace *racist word*, We hit 'em up Peep how we do it Keep it real Its penitentary steel This ain't no freestyle battle All you *racist word*s getting killed With your mouths open Tryin' to come up off of me You and the clouds hoping Smoking dope It's like a Shermine *racist word*s think they learned to fly But they burn mutha-f*cka you deserve to die Talking about you Getting Money But its funny to me All you *racist word*s living bummy While you f*cking with me? I'm a self made Millioniare Thug livin', out of prison Pistols in the Air {Air} [Ha Ha] Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch And beg the bitch to let you sleep on the house Now its all about versace You copied my style Five shots couldn't drop me I took it and smiled Now I'm back to set the record straight With my A-K I'm still the thug that you love to hate Mutha-f*cka I'll Hit 'Em Up I'm from N E W jers. Where plenty of murders occurs No points to come We bring drama to all you herds Now go check the scenerio Little Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to yah knees Copin' pleas with these [???] Little Kim is yah Coked up or doped up Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up What the f*ck? Is you stupid? I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block With fifteen shot, c*cked glock to your knot Outlaw Mafia click moving up another knotch And your [?";Pop stars"; pops?] and get dropped and mopped And all your fake ass east coast props Brainstormed and locked You's a B-writer Pac style taker I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing sh*t but a faker Soften the Alize with a chaser Bout to get murdered for the paper Idi Amin approach the scene of the caper Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke [uhh] Toting smoke, we ain't no mutha-f*ckin' joke Thug Life, *racist word*s better be known Be approaching In the wide open, gun smoking No need for hoping It's a battle lost I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is boping off *racist word*, I hit 'em up Now you tell me who won I see them, they run [ha ha] They don't wanna see us Whole Junior Mafia click Dressing up to be us How the f*ck they gonna be the Mob? When we always on out job We millionaire's Killing ain't fair But somebody got to do it Oh yah Mobb Deep [uhh] You wanna f*ck with us You Little young ass mutha-f*ckas Don't one of you *racist word*s got sickle-cell or something You f*cking with me, *racist word* ? You f*ck around and catch a siezure or a heart-attack You better back the f*ck up Before you get smacked the f*ck up This is how we do it on our side Any of you *racist word*s from New York that want to bring it, Bring it. But we ain't singing, We bringing drama f*ck you and your mother f*cking mama. We gonna kill all you mother fu*kers. Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie. Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother f*ckin opinion Well this is how we gon' do this: f*ck Mobb Deep, f*ck Biggie, f*ck Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother f*ckin crew. And if you want to be down with Bad Boy, Then f*ck you too. Chino XL, f*ck you too. All you mother fu*kers, f*ck you too. (take money, take money) All of y'all mother fu*kers, f*ck you, die slow mother fu*ker. My fo' fo' (.44 magnum) make sure all yo' kids don't grow. You mother fu*kers can't be us or see us. We mother f*ckin' Thug Life riders. West Side till' we die. Out here in California, *racist word* We warned ya' We'll bomb on you mother fu*kers. We do our job. You think you the mob, *racist word*, we the mother f*ckin' mob Ain't nuttin' but killers And the real *racist word*s, all you mother fu*kers feel us. Our sh*t goes tripple and four quadruple You *racist word*s laugh cuz our staff got guns under they mother f*ckin' belts You know how it is and we drop records they felt You *racist word*s can't feel it We the realist f*ck 'em. We Bad Boy killas. |
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| PirateKingTenkaichiD | Mar 4 2006, 02:05 PM Post #10 |
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T-PAIN LYRICS "I'm N Luv (Wit A Stripper)" (feat. Mike Jones) [Intro] Goddamn Lil Mama U know u thick as hell u know what I'm sayin Matter fact After the club u know what I'm talkin bout Me and my *racist word*s gone be together u know what I'm sayin I ain't gon worry bout them really though I'm just lookin at u Yea u know U got them big ass hips god damn! [Verse 1] Got the body of a goddess Got eyes butter pecan brown I see you girl Droppin Low She Comin Down from the ceiling To tha floo Yea She Know what she doin Yea yea yea She doin that right thang Yea yea yea yea ea I Need to get her over to my crib and do that night thang Cause I'm N Luv wit a stripper [Chorus x2] She poppin she rollin she rollin She climbin that pole and I'm N Luv with a stripper She trippin she playin she playin I'm not goin nowhere girl I'm stayin I'm N Luv with a stripper [Verse 2 (T-Pain)] Out of all the girls she be the hottest Like n the way she break it down I see u girl Spinnin wide And She lookin at me Right in my eyes Yea She got my attention Yea yea yea Did I forget to mention I Need to get her over to my crib and do that night thang Cause I'm N Luv Wit a Stripper [Verse 3 (Mike Jones)] She's every man's dream She's God's gift to Earth Women they love 'em too That's what you call a women's worth See I love all the strippers Because they show me love They know I never pay as free whenever I hit the club But I can't even lie The girls are here so fly She slidin' up and down that pole got me mesmerized Mike Jones don't ever trick But god damn she thick I can't lie, I must admit I'm in love with a stripper [Chorus x2] [Verse 4] She can pop it she can lock it Teddy Penderass down I'm bout to see this sexy girl In My bed She don't know what she is doin To my head Yea She turnin tricks on me Yea Yea Yea She dont even know me Yea yea yea ea I'd have got her over to my crib to do that night thing Cause I'm N Luv Wit a Stripper [Chorus x4] |
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| Antwuan | Mar 5 2006, 12:34 AM Post #11 |
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Tupac - "Ratha Be Ya *N*gga" (feat. Richie Rich) [Intro: Richie Rich, 2Pac] [RR] Pac [PAC] Hey [RR] What's happenin [PAC] Not motherf*ckin double R, Richie Rich [RR] What's happenin baby, you know how we do it [PAC] Yeah *racist word*, you know I'm up out this bitch It's time for me to uhhh regulate [RR] Fo' sho', hey [PAC] Observe [RR] and you ain't goin back [PAC] Nah nah nah, we got to show these motherfu*kers whassup though [RR] This is for the honeys, the super ? [PAC] I don't want to be her man, I want to be her *racist word* You feel me? [RR] Well let em know [Verse One: 2Pac, Richie Rich] You f*ckin wit *racist word*z that's insecure, watered down, my sh*t is pure Write down my number but don't call me til you sure I ain't beggin just tryin to relocate between ya legs Drippin wet, as we experiment in sweaty sex When you met me you wouldn't let me, and now you straight beggin to sex me got you undressin to test me and uhh.. Shut me down if ya want, and miss the chance to do it live When I stroll by, I see that look in yo' eye You want a *racist word*, but think that you can't have a *racist word* Don't cheat yourself, instead treat yourself If you scared go to church, I know it hurts To find out me and your man be sharin skirts I hopin you don't take this the wrong way But your body is bangin got me attracted in a strong way After a long day of tryin to make my songs pay Makin love all day against the wall in the hallway Ya fantasies come alive, ya heart rate shall increase when we meet up in this dark place You might think you're happy with him but that's a lie, so give this Thug a try I'd rather be ya *racist word* [Chorus: 2Pac] I'd rather be ya N-I-G-G-A So we can get drunk and smoke weed all day It don't matter if you lonely baby, you need a Thug in your life Cause busters ain't lovin you right [repeat 2X] [Verse Two: 2Pac, Richie Rich] Look, now you was sprung from the introduction My conversation's full of game yet laced with seductions I see ya blushin like ya want somethin, come get a taste of Amerikaz Most Wanted and let's get into some touchin, erotic f*ckin My up and down with no interruptions have no intentions of bustin until you learn ya lesson Now many questions are often asked, a drop top, 500 Benz and plenty cash, to help a *racist word* get the ass You can ride out the spoke coke, to get your lobster and crab Cause all I got is conversation and a gang of stab and I'ma listen when it hurts, I'ma hang out but never stay Smoke blunts but leave them stunts up to Super Dave I'll be your *racist word*, as long as we can understand that I's the *racist word* whose spoke coke can be the man He wine and dine, but me and you we whine and grind And when I'm on the field keep him on the sidelines [Chorus] [Verse Three: 2Pac, Richie Rich] Now it's time for the moment of truth, I got ya naked Totally sweatin, let's see how hot I can make it Tongue kissin til yo' head swang, I'm so into you Witness a *racist word* make the bed bang If it's all mine, then let me know, now scream my name out Do you want it fast or shall I hit it slow? Not to mention, the multiple positions I inflict A boss playa, freaky motherfu*ker, can I d*ck Uhh, it's on and poppin, now you seed what I was seein Why yo' eyes rollin, Luke seen ya girl I ain't goin nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there While he's stresed out and knock I stretch out the c*ck Hold da boots, and let da *racist word* execute And though you got it right, I'm goin home tonight You say you don't need a man, but I don't care You in the presence of a playa, I'd rather be ya *racist word* [Chorus 2.25X] |
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| PirateKingTenkaichiD | Mar 5 2006, 11:48 AM Post #12 |
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Lil Flip to T.I. Whats Beef?Beef is when i *racist word* like u cant sleep wake up wit no appatite and u cant eat betta look both ways b4 u cross in da street cuz u ont wanna bump heads wit a *racist word* like me. |
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| Antwuan | Mar 5 2006, 12:38 PM Post #13 |
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Juelz Santana - "Mic Check" Mic Check I've been paying attention to whats going on out there man I've been watching you *racist word*s stealing my ways and sh*t and it's getting out of control now (out of control) Ima start tellin you *racist word*s like i tell my bitches (listen) dont watch me watch T.V. this is Pay Per View *racist word* you gotta pay for this.. (Santana) [Verse 1] Aye First let me take time to brush my shoulders off wait....I had to dust my shoulders off (thanks) ya been waiting been patient,been anxious,now I here for bring back me the greatness (yes) da rap Ali,jab i weave then come back with da same jab times three,I blow smoke to the heaven im so dope its a weapon raps one big casino im plottin ocean eleven aye i might have sold the least but i still manage to most feared by most MCs (good) who dope as me who close to me for sure papi nobody yea thats hows its supposed to be now listen you could either comprehend it or compliment it its all authentic yup but you better believe whenever i say no homo you could bet your balls i meant it. [Hook] Mic check 1,2,1,2 (1,2) Mic check 1,2,1,2 (1,2) Mic check 1,2 what is this Santana's back to bussiness lets go. Aye Mic check 1,2,1,2 (Check) Mic check 1,2,1,2 (Check) Mic check 1,2 what is this Santana's back to bussiness lets go. [Verse 2] Bad news rap dudes Im back fools get a throne up this is that jack move Achoo i just sneezed and the track moves god blessed me yes thats true so bright throw lights up for me,for life married the game throw rice up for me, (yes) so nice throw ice up for me 2 pieces for big and 1 piece for the keys I am back like cooked crack yup even my connect asked me how I connect asked me how I,I told em a brick of me is equevelent to 50 keys broken down sold around we in the city streets (wow) if you catch me sexing a chick its a bisexual chick or something far and I'll never forget yes Im the sh*t bet Im the sh*t how much lay it down whatever you bet I got it covered Aye. [Hook] [Verse 3] sh*t homie quick homie get a camera get a flip (yes) get a load of this homie the fifths on me say something the fifths off me aim ready to bust damn the fifths horny the albums done and between the albums coming its been a while but f*ck it this time around im frontin i done styled the stunnin,i done wowed the public,i done payed my dues,did my hundred miles of runnin,now im back (AYE!) like raw cocaine put in da pot with water and soda then thrown on flames and look what came out was me yes crack in the flesh at its best so hot,wont stop,dont knock me,dont stop dont watch,dont copy,stones rock,froze blocks,so c*cky,hoes watch,hoes jock,go papi aye [Hook] |
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| +ZipLoc | Mar 5 2006, 04:11 PM Post #14 |
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Band:Metallica Song:Battery Album:Master Of Puppets Lashing out the action, returning the reaction Weak are ripped and torn away Hypnotizing power, crushing all that cower Battery is here to stay Smashing through the boundaries lunacy has found me cannot stop the Battery Pounding out aggression turns into obsession cannot kill the Battery Cannot kill the family Battery is found in me Battery Battery Crushing all deceivers, mashing non-believers never ending potency Hungry violence seeker, feeding off the weaker Breeding on insanity Smashing through the boundaries lunacy has found me cannot stop the Battery Pounding out aggression turns into obsession cannot kill the Battery Cannot kill the family Battery is found in me Battery Battery Circle of Destruction, Hammer comes crushing Powerhouse of energy Whipping up a fury, Dominating flurry We create the Battery Smashing through the boundaries lunacy has found me cannot stop the Battery Pounding out aggression turns into obsession cannot kill the Battery Cannot kill the family Battery is found in me Battery Battery Battery Battery |
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| Antwuan | Mar 5 2006, 08:16 PM Post #15 |
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Young Jezzy - "Go Crazy" [Cannon] [Verse 1] Guess whos bizzack Still smell the blow on my clothes Like crispy cream i was cooking them o's Like horseshoes i was tossin them o's Time to re-up gotta recycle the flow Im emotional I hug the block Im so emotional I love my glock Cash rules everything around me So whats realer Bout the scriller so call me a ghost face killa Its kinda hard to be drug free When george and pie wont give a n***a lights free Switched hustles been killin em ever since Been paid to tell the truth it only make sense [Chorus] When they play that new jeezy watch the dope boys go crazy And watch the dope boys go crazy I pop my colar then i swing my chain If you catch me in the club pimpin doing my thang When they play that new jeezy watch the dope boys go crazy And watch the dope boys go crazy They pop my colar then they swing they chain All the gangstas in the street that be doin they thang [Verse 2] Wont stop till my whole team in thug mansion And i sell like pac Thats a thugs passion And this the realest sh*t i ever wrote And all eyes on me like a microscope Young jeezy give em one more chance They try to spit like you and get your whole advance Like my main man pulla talk real slick Look im ok but my watch sick You dont gotta like a n***a Just respect my mind This is how im eatin now So respect my grind The way i put them words together Reminds me about how i put them byrds together [Chorus] [Verse 3] Buy 18 the hard way Now have a younger n***a thinkin bout gun play Now who the f*ck wanna play with guns Alotta hoes alotta drugs dog That sh*t aint fun So i suggest that u dont play with my chain Or ill send these hollow's at you Let them play with ya brain The streets is watchin The name is warn The products white A star is born Pimpin im so fly I take this parachute off I might fall and die Wrap the work with spandex with the latex Then we ship it outta town Call it safe sex [Chorus] |
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