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| Chicken993_4eva | Mar 5 2006, 08:20 PM Post #16 |
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UNCLE f*ckA-South Park Terrance: Shut your f*cking face uncle f*cka You're a c*ck sucking ass licking uncle f*cka You're an uncle f*cka, yes its true Nobody f*cks uncles quite like you Phillip: Shut your f*cking face uncle f*cka You're the one that f*cked your uncle, uncle f*cka You dont eat or sleep or mow the lawn, You just f*ck your uncle all day long (farting noises) Terrance: Hmm! (farting noises) (laughing) (farting noises) Policeman: What's going on here? (farting noises) People: OOOoooooooooooooh fu*ker fu*ker uncle f*cka uncle f*cka f*cka f*cka f*cka T & P: Shut your f*cking face uncle f*cka (Terrance: uncle f*cka) Terrance: You're a boner biting bastard uncle f*cka Phillip: You're an uncle f*cka I must say Terrance: Well you f*cked your uncle yesterday Everyone: (laughing) People: Uncle f*cka... thats Everyone: U-N-C-L-E f*ck you Uncle f*ckaaaaaa tonight... Phillip:Suck my balls |
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| Antwuan | Mar 5 2006, 08:38 PM Post #17 |
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Tupac - "I Ain't Mad At Cha" Change, sh*t I guess change is good for any of us Whatever it take for any of y'all *racist word*z to get up out the hood sh*t, I'm wit cha, I ain't mad at cha Got nuttin but love for ya, do your thing boy Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while I'ma send this one out for y'all, knahmean? Cause I ain't mad at cha Heard y'all tearin up sh*t out there, kickin up dust [Danny Boy] I ain't... Givin a motherfu*ker, heheheheheh Yeah, *racist word*z [Danny Boy] ...mad at cha Cause I ain't mad at cha [Verse One: 2Pac] Now we was once two *racist word*z of the same kind Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line You was just a little smaller but you still roller Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swoll Member when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learn On the block, witcha glock, trippin off sherm Collect calls to the till, sayin how ya changed Oh you a Muslim now, no more dope game Heard you might be comin home, just got bail Wanna go to the Mosque, don't wanna chase tail I seems I lost my little homie he's a changed man Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan When I talk about money all you see is the struggle When I tell you I'm livin large you tell me it's trouble Congratulation on the weddin, I hope your wife know She got a playa for life, and that's no bullsh*tin I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her And I can see us after school, we'd BOMB on the first motherfu*ker with the wrong sh*t on Now the whole sh*t's changed, and we don't even kick it Got a big money scheme, and you ain't even with it Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfu*ker bad Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back And I can't even trip, cause I'm just laughin at cha You tryin hard to maintain, then go head cause I ain't mad at cha (Hmm, I ain't mad at cha) [Chorus: Danny Boy] I ain't, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (I ain't mad at cha) I ain't, mad, at cha [Verse Two: 2Pac] We used to be like distant cousins, fightin, playin dozens Whole neighborhood buzzin, knowin, that we wasn't Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs I'm gettin blitzed and I reminsce on all the times we shared Besides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mind In time we learned to live a life of crime Rewind us back, to a time was much too young to know I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait Don't give nobody no coochie while I be locked up state I kiss my Mama goodbye, and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes Said I'll return but I gotta fight the fate's arrived Don't shed a tear, cause Mama I ain't happy here I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years They got me goin mad, I'm knockin busters on they backs in my cell, thinkin, "Hell, I know one day I'll be back" As soon as I touch down I told my girl I'll be there, so prepare, to get f*cked down The homies wanna kick it, but I'm just laughin at cha Cause youse a down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha [Chorus: Danny Boy] I ain't, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (I ain't mad at cha) I ain't, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (A true down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha) [Verse Three: 2Pac] Well guess who's movin up, this *racist word*'s ballin now Bitches be callin to get it, hookers keep fallin down He went from nuttin to lots, ten carots to rock Went from a nobody *racist word* to the big, man on the block He's Mister local celebrity, addicted to move a key Most hated by enemy, escape in the Luxury See, first you was our *racist word* but you made it, so the choice is made Now we gotta slay you why you faded, in the younger days So full of pain while the weapons blaze Gettin so high off that bomb hopin we make it, to the better days Cause crime pays, and in time, you'll find a rhyme'll blaze You'll feel the fire from the *racist word*z in my younger days So many changed on me, so many tried to plot That I keep a glock beside my head, when will it stop? Til God return me to my essence Cause even as a adolescents, I refuse to be a convalescent So many questions, and they ask me if I'm still down I moved up out of the ghetto, so I ain't real now? They got so much to say, but I'm just laughin at cha You *racist word*z just don't know, but I ain't mad at cha [Chorus: Danny Boy] I ain't, mad at cha [2Pac:] (and I ain't mad at cha) Iiiiiiiii ain't mad [2Pac:] (hell nah I ain't mad at cha) at cha I ain't, mad at mha [2Pac:] (and I ain't mad at cha) I ain't, mad at cha [2Pac:] (I ain't mad at cha) I ain't, mad at cha, noooo I ain't mad at chaaaaahhhhhhhh |
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| PirateKingTenkaichiD | Mar 11 2006, 12:04 PM Post #18 |
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The Game 360 Degreezz Aye ski tell em I'm goin away for awhile Motherfu*kers wanna see me dead Motherfu*kers wanna see me in the feds Bitches wanna give me head Dollars in my bank account Soundscan the first week out Motherfu*kers on my d*ck Motherfu*kers talking sh*t (Hea the breakdown) I'm the king and u better respect it All I need is beyonce and a roc a fella necklace *racist word* u can check up on it I'm a slim thug Cincinatti fitted with the red and black rim blood Gave u this 300 bars, 2 mixtapes and a Dvd I did it for the cpt Did it for new york. Did it for chi town Ran through hip hop and made these *racist word*s lie down I'm going away for awhile Call it a california vacation I call it a bently with a smile God bless the child with incredible style *racist word* sicker then west nile Who king of the west now I'm puttin my vest down *racist word*s aint gonna kill sh*t Shut the f*ck up *racist word* u aint gonna kill sh*t Rappers don't kill rappers Guns kill rappers And ill be with real crips, real bloods real clappers f*ck rappin these *racist word*s will push ur grill backwards Faster than iraqis when bush attack And my flow is semi automatic Touching pussies is my job U a bitch this is sexual harrassment *racist word* get a lawyer when the game coming for yah My jab like zab on a chin in dela hoya I'm the golden boy and I'm making hova noise Got the whole world clappin just like the nolia boys Since a juvenile I had to prove my style Went from kayslay to dj clue then bloow 20 magazine covers *racist word* look at me now U need a hot sixteen I need hundred thou Cuz half of these rap *racist word*s just be runnin they mouth The other half in the atl runnin the south 10 mil in the bank 7 bedroom house I'm rich so on my 30th birthday I'm out *racist word* I'm so ahead of time And I spit better lines Better rhymes everytime *racist word*s hate on me so much I feel like I'm kevin federline f*ck it I'm rich for nothing, tell the media to get off of my d*ck U with me my next album gonna sell like britney I beat on these rap *racist word*s like bobby do whitney No more drama no more beef with fithy And if ur just tunin in welcome to the 360 Welcome to the 360 Welcome to the 360 Right back where I started In compton takin out the garbage Where crips and bloods shoot it out like pearl harbor That was 95 when q was in his prime U bought lethal injection and I bought mine Rewind to 89, got my 1st mixtape My brother bought it for me They use to call em big fase But now we aint brothers *racist word* we aint sh*t And u living in my shadow like marcus vick And I heard about ur lil rappers talking sh*t Stay out my familys business or you'll get a coffin quick I aint changed same *racist word* that got off them bricks Got signed to dr dre Cuz his bars are sick Gettin head on the road Cuz his cars are sick And he rock so good I had to pause this sh*t I told her boomp Slow down baby Gotta get this sh*t fine like foxy, nas and az She said f*ck u pay me So I left her an az that's what I get for letting her listen to my jay z f*ck a bitch give me a 40 ill take that Dress up for the grammys but I still don't drive maybachs *racist word* I'm a gangsta and homie don't play that Stand way back or get ur ass clap asap *racist word* this the payback u want beef say that Ill have a 100 hurricane hoodys where u lay at Get ur whole click wet making up crip sets *racist word* got ran out of new york by dipset Then he got ran out of compton by my set Banned from watts can't even walk through his projects *racist word* so lame talkin he gangbang won't bust a shot and a *racist word* know where I hang I'm big daddy kane in a platinum chain The fact remains the game don't rap for fame Game rap for fun, game blast his gun The Game got a rappin tongue so that bastards done Be easy I might give u a pass just once I'm ready to die but I don't want a bastard son *racist word* I rap 2 good and I'm back in the hood On the same couch I put my demo in the package for suge After one heatin I was right back in the hood Red bandana hanging slanging crack in the hood Now its aftermath for good Any *racist word* mention dre get a desert eagle shoved in his f*cking face How that taste Blow ur sh*t out foreal Call nelly and paul wall tell m make u a grill I put like a steak on a grill Got the clips on hold But I aim for real *racist word* I'm foreal My flow ill like smoke in ur lungs I spit sharp like a razor blade under my tongue *racist word* I'm number 1 Muaf*cka bar none Who else kick knowledge outside of hov and the gods son We can go bar for bar c*cksucka drop some em Watch me take flight like Tom Cruise in topgun U might win some But u just lost 1 I beat on these lil *racist word*s like dr dre drums Look at these muafu*kers trying to prove they selves Thinkin beefin with Hurricane gonna boost they sales Never dat muaf*cka I'm a clever cat Kanye West in slacks *racist word* I'm as fresh as that Ask Dre ask Snoop I'm nice I'm Cube I'm Jacob I put rappers on ice Aye ski let me ask you a questiion If you take the 120 bars Put it with the 240 bars Den add the 360 bars With one Kevin Dederline What u get? |
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| Antwuan | Mar 11 2006, 08:32 PM Post #19 |
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Bone Thugs N Harony - "Thuggish Ruggish Bone" [Intro] We're not against rap We're not against rappers But we are against those thugs (thugs thugs) [Shatasha Williams] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone [x4] [Layzie Bone] Your feelin' the strength of the rump Step up, hear the funk of the jump that the thugstas feel Just be thuggin, straight buzzin, lovin yo peoples cause we so real Chill, better bring yo weapon, when steppin Bring on that ammunition, trip and don't slip Not to mention, never knew no competition But i gotta get mine, so scream out, mo, and let me hear ya holla Not about that mighty dollar Roll with the bone, mo' thugs will follow Chain gang, remains the same Flamin my dank and drinkin brew Thinkin about hangin, clockin my bank, and thuggin trues, foo's [Shatasha Williams] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone [x4] [Wish Bone] Get ready for the bone and the mo thug, bustas You know me as a hustla Try to creep and get deep, make me succeed, peep, gotta put them under Straight jackets, gotta make that money, man It's still the same now, bailin in my black trench vest You gotta be down to bang bang Come and get this teachin, ya soldiers how thugstas must slack Me drinkin me brew till me skull crack, when we on our way back [Shatasha Williams] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone [x4] [Krayzie Bone] Now follow me now, roll, stroll off deep in the land Well, creep if you can, take another swig to the brain (whoa) Loc'in, steady chokin off that potent smoke and runnin from the po-po now Gotta get up with my thugstas, right turn to the double glock Pull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas Puff, puff puff to the brain shot Love P.O.D.ed and tweeded, gotta get another case for my trunk Old English, really don't need it, but in case my trues wanna get drunk They pump bone, so leave 'em alone You don't wanna get shut down Thug runnin the nine-quad, and you better beleive they be wantin this thug style So what now? see the bone thug claim, thug never gonna change, so flame up Sit back and just smoke the same cut, Leatherface on the creep, I came up [Shatasha Williams] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone [x4] [Bizzy Bone] Gotta give it on up to the glock glock Pop pop, better drop when them buckshot blow The bone in me never no ho, so no creepin up outta the ziplock So sin, sip gin, and lil' mo heart run up, nut up And flipped in, than slipped the clip in, mistakin' the bloody victims Ever if ya test nuts, to the chest and put em to rest And, but I won't test bucks, put a hole up into me vest And gotta get through my soul, but they won't budge, mud, drug me victim The blood in me runnin' my mental, the thug in me, stuck in me Keepin' it simple, the bone in me runnin with thugs so To the temple, buck when you duck to the thuggish ruggish T's St. Claire P's to appeal to the G's And a buck to all my enemies [Shatasha Williams] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone [x5] We got Layzie and We got Krayzie Bizzy's in the house Wish is in the house And Flesh And Tasha Cleveland's definiteley in the house It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone [x6] |
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| Criminal | Mar 17 2006, 08:21 PM Post #20 |
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Be with out you baby by marry J blige I wanna be with you, gotta be with you, need to be with you (Oh, oh, oh, oh) I wanna be with you, gotta be with you, need to be with you (Oh, oh, oh, oh) Oooo (oh, oh, oh, oh) oooo Chemistry was crazy from the get-go Neither one of us knew why We didn't build nothing overnight Cuz a love like this takes some time People swore it off as a phase Said we can't see that Now from top to bottom They see that we did that (yes) It's so true that (yes) We've been through it (yes) We got real sh** (yes) See baby we been... Too strong for too long (and I can't be without you baby) And I'll be waiting up until you get home (cuz I can't sleep without you baby) Anybody who's ever loved, ya know just what I feel Too hard to fake it, nothing can replace it Call the radio if you just can't be without your baby I got a question for ya See I already know the answer But still I wanna ask you Would you lie? (no) Make me cry? (no) Do somethin' behind my back and then try to cover it up? Well, neither would I, baby My love is only your love (yes) I'll be faithful (yes) I'm for real (yes) And with us you'll always know the deal We've been... Too strong for too long (and I can't be without you baby) And I'll be waiting up until you get home (cuz I can't sleep without you baby) Anybody who's ever loved, ya know just what I feel Too hard to fake it, nothing can replace it Call the radio if you just can't be without your baby See this is real talk I'm always stay (no matter what) Good or bad (thick and thin) Right or wrong (all day everyday) Now if you're down on love or don't believe This ain't for you (no, this ain't for you) And if you got it deep in your heart And deep down you know that it's true (come on, come on, come on) Well, let me see you put your hands up (hands up) Fellas tell your lady she's the one (fellas tell your lady she's the one, oh) Put your hands up (hands up) Ladies let him know he's got your love Look him right in his eyes and tell him We've been... Too strong for too long (and I can't be without you baby) And I'll be waiting up until you get home (cuz I can't sleep without you baby) Anybody who's ever loved, ya know just what I feel Too hard to fake it, nothing can replace it Call the radio if you just can't be without your baby Heeeeeeeeeeeey Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh Heeeeeeeeeeeey Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh I wanna be with you, gotta be with you, need to be with you I wanna be with you, gotta be with you, need to be with you I wanna be with you, gotta be with you, need to be with you I wanna be with you, gotta be with you, need to be with you I wanna be with you, gotta be with you, need to be with you |
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| Antwuan | Mar 17 2006, 08:26 PM Post #21 |
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Tupac - "Ambitionz Az A Ridah" (I won't deny it i'm a straight ridah you don't wanna f*ck with me got tha police bustin' at me but they can't do nothin' to a 'G') (Let's get ready to ruuumbllle) My Ambitionz az a Ridah My Ambitionz az a Ridah So many battlefield scars while drivin' in plush cars cause life as a rap star is nothin' without God was born ruff and rugged addresen' tha mad public My attitude was 'f*ck it' cause muthafu*kers love it to be a soulja must maintain compose at ease tho' life is complicated only what you make it to be and my ambitionz az a Ridah catch her while she's hot and horny go up inside her then I spit some game in her ear go to the tele ho you put what money in a benz ? cause bitch i'm barely broke i'm smoking bomb ass weed feeling crucial from playa to playa the game's tight tha feelings mutual from hustlen' them friends to breakin' mothafu*kers to payin' I got no time for these bitches cause these hoes tried to play us I'm on a meal ticket mission wantin' me so i'm wishin' comepetition got me rich on that bullsh*t they stressin' (Booyah!) I'ma ride tho' clown ho's like it's manditory no guts no glory my *racist word* bitch got tha game started now it's on and it's on because I said so couldn't trust a bitch in the business so I got with Death Row Now these money hungry bitches gettin' suspicious started ploten and planin' on schemes to come and twist us but thug *racist word*s be on point and game tight (yeah) Me, Syke and bulldogs rapped up tha same night got problems ? then handle it Muthafu*kers see me these *racist word*s is jelous cause deep in they hearts they wanna be me yeah, now ya got me right beside ya hopein' ya listenin' I catch ya payin' attention to my Ambitionz az a Ridah (I'm a straight ridah, you don't wanna f*ck with me) My Ambitionz az a Ridah (Got tha police bustin' on me, but they can't do nuthin' to a 'G') It was my only wish to rise above these jelous, coward, muthafu*kers I despise When it's time to ride I was tha first off this side give me tha nine i'm ready to die right here tonight and muthaf*ck they life that's what they screaming as they drill me but i'm hard to kill so open fire so you kill me witness my steel spittin' at adversaries envious and after me i'd rather die before they catch me watch me bleed mama corrected me i'm suicidal thinkin' thoughts i'm innocent their be bullets flyin' when in court f*ck doin' jail time better day sacrifice won't get a chance to do me like they did my *racist word* Tys. thugin' for life and if your right then *racist word* die for it let them other brothas try at least you tried for it when it's time to die be a man pick tha way to leave f*ck peace and tha police My Ambitionz az a Ridah (I'm a straight ridah, you don't wanna f*ck with me) My Ambitionz az a Ridah (Got tha police bustin' at me, but they can't do nuthin' to a 'G') My murderous lyrics Equipped with spirits of those thugs them phonies payoff tha block evade tha cops cause I know they comin' for me I been hesitant to reappear been away for years now i'm back my adversaries been reduced to tears question my methods just wreckin' these sure as them bitches bleed *racist word*s is feelin' the fire of mother's corrupted seed blast me but they didn't finish didn't diminish my powers so now i'm back to be a mothaf*ckin menace they cowards that's why they tried to set me up had bitch ass *racist word*s on my team so indeed they wet me up but i'm back reincarnated incarcerated at tha time I caught tha perfect way to God made laced with lyrics that's legendary musical mercenary for money I'll have these muthafu*kers buried getten' much mail in jail *racist word*s tellin' me to kill it knowin' when I get out they gonna feel it witness the realest A who Ridah when I put the sh*t inside they'll cry from all your people when they find him just remind him my history will prove up in it revenge on those *racist word*s that played me and all tha cowards that was down with it now it's your *racist word* right beside ya hopein' your listen and catch ya payin' attention to my Ambitionz az a Ridah (I'm a straight ridah, you don't wanna f*ck with me) My Ambitionz az a Ridah (Got tha police bustin' at me, but they can't do nuthin' to a 'G') (I wont deny it I'm a straight Ridah, you don't wanna f*ck with me Got tha police bustin' at me, but they can't do nuthin' to a 'G') (I wont deny it I'm a straight ridah, you don't wanna f*ck with me |
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| Jason | Mar 18 2006, 01:23 PM Post #22 |
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Angel Of Death Slayer Auschwitz, the meaning of pain The why that I want you to die Slow death, immense decay Showers that cleanse you of your life Forced in Like cattle You run Stripped of Your life's worth Human mice, for the Angel of Death Four hundred thousand more to die Angel of Death Monarch to the kingdom of the dead Sadistic, surgeon of demise Sadist of the noblest blood Destroying, without mercy To benefit the Aryan race Surgery, with no anesthesia Fell the knife pierce you intensely Inferior, no use to mankind Strapped down screaming out to die Angel of Death Monarch to the kingdom of the dead Infamous butcher, Angel of Death Pumped with fluid, inside your brain Pressure in your skull begins pushing through your eyes Burning flesh, drips away Test of heat burns your skin, your mind starts to boil Frigid cold, cracks your limbs How long can you last In this frozen water burial? Sewn together, joining heads Just a matter of time 'Til you rip yourselves apart Millions laid out in their Crowded tombs Sickening ways to achieve The holocaust Seas of blood, bury life Smell your death as it burns Deep inside of you Abacinate, eyes that bleed Praying for the end of Your wide awake nightmare Wings of pain, reach out for you His face of death staring down, Your blood running cold Injecting cells, dying eyes Feeding on the screams of The mutants he's creating Pathetic harmless victims Left to die Rancid Angel of Death Flying free |
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| Antwuan | Mar 19 2006, 02:37 AM Post #23 |
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The Game - "Runnin" THE GAME Song Lyrics Runnin' (Featuring Tony Yayo) (From the album "THE DOCUMENTARY") [Chorus] Got to live for today cause tomorrow ain't promised to me Don't just want a piece I want my whole destiny (If you got it) I'm gone take it (If you're in it) You're coming with me (Bench warmers) Get no playing time (No sleeping) Till I cross the line I'm runnin' [The Game] With 99 miles left, on the Avis rental car blowing horns like Miles Davis at the pearly gate God let me in Give me a room by Aaliyah with ESPN I know I got more sins than two lesbians Been back and forth across the border like Mexicans But (I'm runnin') like New York pedestrians Trying not to scuff my Nike Air checks again It's funny how *racist word*z be the best of friends And fall out over pus*y and wanna dead they man One of my *racist word*z in the grave the other one in the pin She f*ckin my enemies inside my homeboys Benz Now she beggin God's mercy cause she ain't listen to Nas And never heard about Ike and the Iverson jersey He got a cousin named Jason that rock the Gary Payton Now the same trifling bitch is a HIV patient True story (Chorus) [Tony Yayo] If I get knocked with my blunt *racist word* I'm runnin' If I catch a murder one *racist word* I'm runnin' Homicide come around and they keep on coming That's why I'm out of state and I keep on runnin' I ain't Nelly but my desert eagles on girl Just dropped bail traveling the world When I sign my deal I said f*ck jail I went on tour to Barcelona and Brazil This sh*t real f*ck an appeal D's want my head like that bitch in Kill Bill Sling dope sling crack and them e pills That's why I'm on the low like a dead navy seals I'm runnin' (Chorus) [Game] Cause I gotta pack them shows And Dre told me ain't no coming back from Go So I gotta get my album in place My G-Unit features My Eminem sixteens My Dr. Dre beats And it was two years from today when I started rhyming And took my demo to Suge and he ain't sign me *racist word*z threatening my life like it's hard to find me See me shining in the hood like twenty inch Lexanis My mom said I'm hard head I don't follow the rules Why should I when Reebok giving *racist word*z they own shoes And I'm dealing with the same problems 50 Cent got Yayo in jail and they think I'm trying to take his spot I'm in the studio laughing at Chris Rock Then I turn on MTV and see Soulja Slim shot And *racist word*z trying to gun me down in the rim shop Cause I just want the same recognition that the crypts got They say I'm the next in line and if I get shot Then I go out as the Bobby Fischer of hip hop Make yo chest move Sylvia Rome and Kevin Lyle slept cool Jimmy Iovine was the best move |
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| butterz | May 27 2006, 10:27 PM Post #24 |
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hustlin 1 verse who the fuck u think u fuckin yes im the boss 745 white on white thats fuckin ross i cut them wide i cut them low i cut them fat i keep them comin back we keep them comin back im in the distrebution im like atlanic i got them mother fuckers flyin cross the atlanic i know pablo noreager the real noreager he ow me a hundred favores aint kiddin *** we buy the hole thing see most of my *** still really deal cocaine my roof back my money ride im on the pedel show u what im runnin like when they snach black i cry for a 100 nights he got a 100 bodys servin a 100 lifes |
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| Aaliyah | May 28 2006, 12:15 AM Post #25 |
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Ice Cube - "It Ws A Good Day" [Ice Cube] Break 'em off somethin [inhales] Shit.. [exhales] Yo.. Yo.. uhh.. [Verse One] Just wakin up in the mornin gotta thank God I don't know but today seems kinda odd No barkin from the dog, no smog And momma cooked a breakfast with no hog (damn) I got my grub on, but didn't pig out Finally got a call from a girl I wanna dig out (Whassup?) Hooked it up for later as I hit the do' Thinkin will I live, another twenty-fo' I gotta go cause I got me a drop top And if I hit the switch, I can make the ass drop Had to stop, at a red light Lookin in my mirror and not a jacker in sight And everything is alright I got a beep from Kim, and she can fuck all night Called up the homies and I'm askin y'all Which park, are y'all playin basketball? Get me on the court and I'm trouble Last week fucked around and got a triple double Freakin niggaz everyway like M.J. I can't believe, today was a good day (shit!) [Verse Two] Drove to the pad and hit the showers Didn't even get no static from the cowards Cause just yesterday them fools tried to blast me Saw the police and they rolled right past me No flexin, didn't even look in a nigga's direction as I ran the intersection Went to $hort Dog's house, they was watchin Yo! MTV Raps What's the haps on the craps? Shake 'em up, shake 'em up, shake 'em up, shake 'em Roll 'em in a circle of niggaz and watch me break 'em with the seven, seven-eleven, seven-eleven Seven even back do' Lil' Joe I picked up the cash flow Then we played bones, and I'm yellin domino Plus nobody I know got killed in South Central L.A. Today was a good day (shit!) [Verse Three] Left my nigga's house paid (what) Picked up a girl been tryin to fuck since the 12th grade It's ironic, I had the brew she had the chronic The Lakers beat the Supersonics I felt on the big fat fanny Pulled out the jammy, and killed the punanny And my dick runs deep, so deep So deep put her ass to sleep Woke her up around one She didn't hesitate, to call Ice Cube the top gun Drove her to the pad and I'm coastin Took another sip of the potion hit the three-wheel motion I was glad everything had worked out Dropped her ass off and then chirped out Today was like one of those fly dreams Didn't even see a berry flashin those high beams No helicopter looking for a murder Two in the mornin got the Fatburger Even saw the lights of the Goodyear Blimp And it read, "Ice Cube's a pimp" (yeah) Drunk as hell but no throwin up Half way home and my pager still blowin up Today I didn't even have to use my A.K. I got to say it was a good day (shit!) [Ice Cube] Hey wait, wait a minute Pooh, stop this shit What the fuck I'm thinkin about? |
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| vergillover | May 28 2006, 02:59 AM Post #26 |
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LIL' ROMEO LYRICS "My Cinderella" [Chorus: (SINGER)] And if I ev-ever fall in love again, I will be sure that the lady is a friend. And if I ev-ever fall in love so true, I will make sure that the lady's just like you. Oh! [NICK CANNON] What's happenin ladies? Whats up wit my lil shorty's. It's your man mr. cannon on the beat. [Romeo] Yeah. [NICK CANNON] I'm here wit Romeo. [Romeo] O.k. [NICK CANNON] He bout to tell ya'll some things. [Romeo] To all the girls out there... I'm lookin like for a cinderella. [NICK CANNON] Yeah. New no limit. Can I ball. [Romeo] Yeah yeah. [NICK CANNON] Talk to em rome. [Romeo] Look dis young romey lookin for a homey, a little juliet, who say she'll console me. When I'm all lonely, knows how to hold me, a little tight shawty, know what I mean. Little attitude but not controlling, with them pink nike's, and them passion jeans. I need a girl sweet as a dove, first time in my life, I see I need love. New no limit, mommy no gimmicks, Maybach Benz, mommy jump in it. You remind me of my diamonds, always shinin, I'm flawless girl. I'm a young Bill Gates, get all this girl, in my g-4 we could tour the world, before I'm 24 I'mma rule the world, and you can be my queen, yo that's for real, ok. [Chorus] And if I ev-ever fall, in love again, I will be sure that the lady is a friend. And if I ev-ever fall in love so true, I will be sure that the lady's just like you. Oh! [Romeo] Ok. I want my shawty to be like you, sweet and sassy, someone to write to. Yes it's quite true, I kinda like you, you say we just friends but not tonight boo. Lets pretend you my cinderella, have you home by twelve, or respect the fellas. Keep you together in my butter soft weather. Night is young, we could do whatever. I know you see me on the tv shows, videos, big screen, but I'm just Romeo. A real cool dude you should get to know, on a diffrent plateu, like whoa! Buyin out what's love, like fat joe, mommy I know, but I'm willin to grow. To the mountain top if you willin to go. Don't be scared, romey take you there, come on. [Chorus] And if I ev-ever fall, in love again, I will be sure that the lady is a friend. And if I ev-ever fall in love so true, I will be sure that the lady's just like you. Oh! [Romeo] Look, if I ever fall in love it's all or nothin, no reason for the kids to go and start frontin. Lookin for a girl who can press my button, hit me on the cell to do a lil somethin. Can I ball? You know it ma. Playa thin and tall, I'm growin up. It's a new no limit, ya'll can't flow wit us, on my way to school I got my own bus, and I can't leave home without my chain, got girls all over screamin out my name. I'm like tracy mcgrady, and Yao Ming, I might switch up my team, but I'm still in the game. MVP, so I'm earnin that, searchin for a chick who sweep, to put his slipper on her feet. Until then, I'm gon run the street, keep spinnin these rhymes, nick bring the beat. [Chorus] And if I ev-ever fall, in love again, I will be sure that the lady is a friend. And if I ev-ever fall in love so true, I will make sure that the lady's just like you. Oh! |
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| Aaliyah | May 28 2006, 07:37 PM Post #27 |
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Paul Wall - "Girl" [Chorus: sped-up sample of "Oh Girl" by the Chi-Lites] Ohhh girl, I'd be in trouble if you left me now Cause I don't know where to look for love, I just don't know how Ohhhhhhhh girl, I'd be in trouble if you left me now Cause I don't know where to look for love, I just don't know how Ohhhh.. [cut off and echoes] [Paul Wall] It started off, we were two peas in the pod Motivated by love with the blessings of God We were head over heels in this love thang Funny ain't it thinkin back, our friends thought it was just a fling I used to call you on the phone, late night tip Mackin to you in your ear, conversation well equipped I used to make you laugh, I used to make you smile But all the while your roommates were in denial We felt a lot of jealousy from the very start Your so-called friends kept tryin to tear us apart They used to tell you all kinda lies Just like a wolf in sheep's clothing, the devil came in disguise They transformed all your smiles into tears to sabotage your happiness and blamed it on my busy career I gave you e'rythang, aimin to please But I guess it wasn't enough, cause now you ready to leave But don't go baby [Chorus] [Paul Wall - over Chorus] What it do baby, don't leave me hangin baby I know you feelin this, I'm just sayin though I know you hearin me, so don't do it baby You know I keep it real, just let me tell you somethin [Paul Wall] Lil' momma been down with me for a while When you tryin to smile I'm the one you like to dial But lately I've been on a mission for commission So while you at home wishin you was with me I've been missin But listen I'm tryin to lace you up with diamonds that glisten I got a vision so baby you need to kill all the fiction Don't listen to what your friends sayin, they just jealous cause they on the sidelines watchin while you in the game playin I'm just sayin you should be stayin, but I ain't trippin I'm in love with my money baby that's how I'm livin You know I got you on my mind like an edge up And all of your naggin me and whinin it got me fed up I'm on the grind hustlin, stackin my cash But you just thank I'm in the streets chasin after some ass Tryin to break that bread, I'm tryin to get that cake But you complainin talkin 'bout you fin' to escape, baby what it do [Chorus] [Paul Wall] I'm tryin to tell you 'bout your friends hatin While they be over there complainin I'm just on my grind paper chasin You got them insecure thoughts in your mind But instead of chasin hoes I be overtime on my grind You steady listenin to the gossip in the beauty shop But all them jealous single females want what you got They would do anythang to take yo' place Cause everytime I come around they be givin me that sex face You ridin shotgun in the James Bond Benz With the frog-eyed lens on them 20 inch do rims So why you worried about your jealous so-called friends I'm just on my grind tryin to stack me up some ends baby I used to make you laugh, I used to make you smile And all the while your jealous friends been in denial I ain't askin much, lil' momma just keep it real Either you're down with me or not, baby what's the deal [Chorus - 2.5X w/o cut-off until last 1/2 repeat] |
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| Katsunagi Tai | May 31 2006, 03:29 AM Post #28 |
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Linkin Park- Somewhere I Belong (When this began) I had nothing to say And I get lost in the nothingness inside of me (I was confused) And I let it all out to find That I’m not the only person with these things in mind (Inside of me) But all the vacancy the words revealed Is the only real thing that I’ve got left to feel (Nothing to lose) Just stuck/ hollow and alone And the fault is my own, and the fault is my own [Chorus] I wanna heal, I wanna feel what I thought was never real I wanna let go of the pain I’ve held so long (Erase all the pain till it’s gone) I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I’m close to something real I wanna find something I’ve wanted all along Somewhere I belong And I’ve got nothing to say I can’t believe I didn’t fall right down on my face (I was confused) Looking everywhere only to find That it’s not the way I had imagined it all in my mind (So what am I) What do I have but negativity ’Cause I can’t justify the way, everyone is looking at me (Nothing to lose) Nothing to gain/ hollow and alone And the fault is my own, and the fault is my own [Repeat Chorus] I will never know myself until I do this on my own And I will never feel anything else, until my wounds are healed I will never be anything till I break away from me I will break away, I'll find myself today [Repeat Chorus] I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I’m somewhere I belong I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I’m somewhere I belong Somewhere I belong and...... Linkin Park- "Hit The Floor" There are just too many times that people have tried to look inside of me Wondering what I think of you and I protect you out of courtesy Too many times that I’ve held on when I needed to push away Afraid to say what was on my mind afraid to say what I need to say Too many things that you've said about me when I’m not around You think having the upper hand means you gotta keep putting me down But I’ve had too many standoffs with you it’s about as much as I can stand So I'm waiting until the upper hand is mine [Chorus] (One minute you're on top) The next you're not watch it drop (Making your heart stop) Just before you hit the floor (One minute you're on top) Next you're not missed your shot (Making you're heart stop) You think you've won (And then its all gone) So many people like me put so much trust in all your lies So concerned with what you think to just say what we feel inside So many people like me walk on eggshells all day long All I know is that all I want is to feel like I’m not stepped on There are so many things you say that make me feel you've crossed the line What goes up will surely fall and I’m counting down the time Cause I’ve had so many standoffs with you it’s about as much as I can stand So I'm waiting until the upper hand is mine [Chorus] (One minute you're on top) The next you're not watch it drop (Making your heart stop) Just before you hit the floor (One minute you're on top) Next you're not missed your shot (Making you're heart stop) You think you've won (And then its all gone) (And then it’s all gone) (And then its all gone) (And then it’s all gone) (Now it’s all gone) I know I’ll never trust a single thing you say You knew your lies would divide us but you lied anyway And all the lies have got you floating up above us all But what goes up has got to fall [Chorus] (One minute you're on top) The next you're not watch it drop (Making your heart stop) Just before you hit the floor (One minute you're on top) Next you're not missed your shot (Making you're heart stop) You think you've won (And then its all gone) (And then it’s all gone) (And then its all gone) (And then it’s all gone) (Now it’s all gone) |
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