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Topic Started: Mar 2 2006, 03:17 PM (441 Views)
Jason
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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
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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
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mr.glock
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
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Chicken993_4eva
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...
I'm on youtube a lot and it's where you can find me. My name on there is Chicken993.
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Thanks Jason XD
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Antwuan
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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
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GT Goten should have gotten good fights in GT.
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
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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
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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
Unregistered

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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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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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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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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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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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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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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