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[Fat Joe]
Yeah, uh I don't give a fuck, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you too Fuck you rappers, fuck the industry Fuck anybody who don't fuck with me, CRACK Hahaha, this is the Pendemics [Verse] We getting poppin', them hammers go The spanish bro, (Crucial Conflict), I'm (Do or Die) with the flow Joe Peschi in Casino, ya know Poked him 40 times, hit him once more for the road Yeah, I'm being honest your honor, I killed a man But he was a fucking problem your honor They say Joey's a killer, everytime body shit Every verse iller, ain't nobody hot as this You know me, I'm a one man army Even though millions'll follow just like Ghandi I'm Malcolm, shit I bring it out 'em Body on Broadway, now nobody can doubt him Must I be a backpacker or Black Eye Pea Or spit consciesness shit just to win a Grammy? Nah, they gonna listen to me The soul of Big Pun is flowing through me Yeah, Biggie Smalls is rolling with me I'm way over your head, you like cre-a-tiv-ity I'm a GANGSTA RAPPER, Lord forgive the shit I'm saying But you'd be surprised where my music is playing That's what they want to hear Joey from the Bronx, I'm a pistoleer I keep gunning for 'em, they keep running from me I'm about my money give a fuck, I'm living comfortably Yeah, I'm right here, middle of the ghetto Sweatpants saggin cause I'm packing heavy metal Yeah I made the switch from clear tops to yellow Mami yelling out the Window *spanish dialogue* I hate the nigga, he makes me sick man, look at him Soon as I get enough I'ma cuff 'em and throw the book at him He ain't get all this shit from that f**king rap money And everytime we stop him, he thinks something's funny Shit, heard he sells cracks on the block caught a body Listen to his raps, he calls himself John Gotti Officer, officer, please don't be bias Don't you know all of us rappers are great liars? We like to exaggerate, dream and imaginate Sensationalize bring packs 'cross state And y'all niggaz lying cause young nigga dying Over in Iraq, yeah families are crying Controversy like oil for food Worldwide Pendemic now we got the bird flu Africa's in crisis, please give aid Must we do everything like organize for our age Katrina, Katrina, oh Ms. Katrina I'm looking for some benefits, tell me have you seen her [Fat Joe] Yeah...this is the Pendemic We outta here...(crack)...see you next time if there is a next time "Thanks to Joey Crack the Gangsta rapper Do this shit my way like Frank Sinatra"...CRACK Bye [echoes] |
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INTRO
Ma niggas is coke ya. It's crackalagy. 1 on 1 nigga. I breed you niggas. Ma sons AWWWW Verse 1 The penalty is death and im inflictin' the torch and the best of the best couldn't mess with the boogie down bronxster its heavy promo catchin beef with Joe but my man don't get caught up in these streets alone they'll be heavy choppers firin motherf**kers is dyin niggas in runnin helicopters is flyin all these suckers is lyin tellin the feds that ya see me and I was just island hopin some wala tahiti I think its called Fiji or summin like that get yo shit pushed mof**ker f**kin with crack catch a 100 in ya cap yo brain be by ya waste line LV on this track hell of a base line remind me of the times I was servin those base lines only Puerto Rican in Harlem now that's stardom ghetto celeb I been since I was younger 100 mill strong still dyin of hunger under the chinchilla believe me the shits realer this piece'll leave ya in pieces and make you sleep better the streets terror the weak better treat mena keep berrettas for these people and creep (f**kin crazy niggas) crack nigga Chorus X2 Damnnn those guys are gettin dough that's why all these gangsters come to coke we get money money ya'll got nothin for me and if you get caught nigga don't mention Joe Verse 2 I keep hearin that's cracks tha truth real niggas is screamin yo Joe get back in the booth yea I do it for the niggas who be huggin the blocks those jack boys don't give a f**k dumpin at cops these niggas crazy some more real they'll get you for everythin even yo Paul Wall grill yes nigga its survival out here these niggas don't even respect the bible out here it spirals out here cars and kings too that's the only thing this summer gon bring you I seen it all man they love it when I spit cane walk through the middle and speed with the big chain I got em' sick main look how the shit playin piss stain yellow pebble bezel on the wrist main you aint Pac you aint even a great actor matter a fact you is a great actor im 1 O G you need to respect specially if you don't want niggas to see through ya chest (yesss) I caught his momma at the face to face now she layin in St. Raymond's in section 8 nigga (follow me now) (shit) Chorus X2 Outro Yeah this goes out to all the niggas gutter the gutter jails to jails. All my niggas playin the yard right now doin pull ups pumpin this shit in yer headsets I love you niggas. Crack Otis Ville you know its real. Rikers haha. All my niggas holdin it down. All my street niggas gangster niggasss. Dope boys haha. COOK (echo) (Music fades out) |
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chorus
we get money man ill show ya how to turn profit in the hood they call me joey the profit first you cop it then you cook it then you chop it what the f**k boy bitch ass niggaz they cant stop us we turnin profit pr pr pr profit pr profit we makin profit prprpr profit pr profit yeah in the hood they call me joey the profit if you listen close my my niggaz you bound to see a profit fat joe verse im new yorks livin legend the streets know me well stand in the line of fire its gonna be hell you dancin wit the devil tonights your last night picture me lil eazy e pistol farenheight la county got work in slawson we get it poppin back to roxburry in boston the streets love me see they named me coca we the puerto rican version of lacostra nostra you can find me in the kitchen wit my apron on somthin like a chef yeah i get my raekwon on joey da mayor i get keys to the city an i got em cheap the whole hood can come wit me nigga chorus..... lil wayne verse im gettin money im the president junior an in da hood they call me weezy da future an everybody dats around me will shootya an nigga my band let em blow like tubas clack i got em i gg gottem cook i gotem ggg gotem g gottem an in da hood dey call me weezy da future if you listen close my nigga you might see the future young wayne in the buildin where ya stove at? cook em up strap em down where the road at?strapped up plenty bullets nigga hold that how you steppin outa lead shower where ya robe at i knock ya earth off damn where ya globe at f**k da coach i keep shootin like kodack da money knows me betta then anybody bitch im paid forget about it sittin in a coup wit the titties out it the nipples chrome on big black thang wit the slippers on that ballshit dippin on them bitches get off dick you soft pricks im from new orleans homeless but dont forget the sun even shines on dog shit an dawg i been hustlin since the day i was barkin i walk in this bitch like what it do?the money home stop hatin get ya money on...nigga chorus |
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[Chorus]
We just clap and revolve We just clap and revolve We just clap and revolve We just clap We just clap (Who want to pop off to the head get popped off Nigga) We just clap and revolve You don't wanna start no drama You, You, You don't wanna stop no drama Yeah We getting paper hear Yeah Got that crown holders shirt on, got like a million diamonds on it Ten million written all over that We just clap and revolve We just clap and revolve We just clap and revolve You don't wanna start no drama We just clap and revolve We just clap and revolve [1st Verse] Nine check Forty check K's check You be the first to go Haze yes Ye yes Motherf**ker this is business, never personal This Coca baby I'm an 88er I put work in these streets Now do yourself the favor You bring the drama Then drama leads to choppers Then them choppers get to sprayin' And somebody need a doctor now You not an actor, not a rapper You's a clapper, you's a trapper Got a ratchet, so why you hire coppers now It is what it is; I got the gliz on me And don't nobody want it with the Big homey [Chorus - 2X] [2nd Verse] Nigga want beef with me Must be out of his mind Nigga think that Joey past his prime Layed his ass flat in the street Yeah I splattered his mind Walk away with his life and his shines Yeah, I smell pussy pussy Yeah pussy pussy That's how h e looked when I left his f**kin face gushy Ask about it Cracks about it Went back to the crib and then we laughed about it I'm a rider, I'm a sider - I'n a money maker I decided you's a liar when it comes to paper Broad day we could clap it in these streets Middle the PJ's make em bring out these sheets [Chorus] [3rd Verse] I got a thing for my little buddy That black Mac do his thing Leave a Nigga ugly Yo tell me the best of the best wont fix em We'll open your chest Nigga Your just a victim And I'm a rat killer You hear that BR-Rat Nigga I don't rap infact I'm just that Nigga Yeah it's crack Nigga A lot of bitches like to talk Make em bite they tongue Lot of niggaz claim New York but they not the one I'm in the streets muh'f**ker you could call me Harlem You Bedstuy like Biggie The big homeys a problem Bronx bomber I'll leave you comatose We don't dance in your face, you muh'f**kers choke |
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| 5. |
| 3:44 |
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The Game
Al My Niggas Throw Your dubs up If you aint from the Westside put you're guns up Let a shot go nigga, squeeze and pop Let them feel it when the baseline drop CRACK And All my bitches throw you're hands up you in the club with you're girls call you're man up cause you ain't coming home mammy Breathe and stop Expel when the baseline drop Fat joe Ey yo this murder on the streets killer capital I'm blasting you for the love of this dought that's what I have to do i'm postured up the corner king they name me coka. Got caught didn't say a thing you not supposed ta Goti king my shotty ring Cal it a killer exhibition let the body hang A Real work of art show you're heart I blow you smart yeah its the ghetto god Rap the Bronx feel em god I sit to prison, you know me homie they call me zither leave you holy if you rolling with some bad intensions 50 PUSSY then again you know that we aint never see him in the hood and he own rats Joey don't give a f**k throw my nigga hole at I usually sign in to kitchen where the stove at? got that weed got that coke get them dopes cents My little man bitchin yeah we call him sandy covins The game Al My Niggas Throw Your dubs up If you aint from the Westside put you're guns up Let a shot go nigga, squeeze and pop Let them feel it when the baseline drop CRACK And Al my bitches throw you're hands up you in the club with you're girls call you're men up cause you ain't coming home mammy Breathe and stop Expel when the baseline drop Fat joe: Lord of war you need a hammer I'll sell you guns Sell coke to pablo sell grammar to pun stop searching niggas I'm the one pepper spray gangsters show you how to eye in the slum now I can play like kanye and let my chits here show Put on them gumo d glasses but that just ain't Jo Play shottas then I switch up the flow like what the blood glock bomba glock you aint f**kin with Jo Now Mamma Loves me Her friends hate me jealous cause there boyfriends ain't me we getting that baby love Yeah we pain free Ain't Nobody pocket zircon here we paid g's Now listen up you in love with a stripper I f**k her and diss her I give her that mayo You come and you kiss her Nigga crack bin a g ever since Sit back and watch the money get rich MUTHERF**KER The game Al My Niggas Throw Your dubs up If you aint from the Westside put you're guns up Let a shot go nigga, squeeze and pop Let them feel it when the baseline drop And Al my bitches throw you're hands up you in the club with you're girls call you're men up cause you ain't coming home mammy Breathe and stop Expel when the baseline drop |
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You know one man's treasure is another man's cash
Speak on it, speak on it, listen And you know the man that sleeps on the floor Can't fall the *** off the bed Pop your collar to this, it's grills mania, ya heard me? She's my mami, she's my baby I love you so much, you drivin' me crazy Wanna be down? Jump in the car Rollin' wit me, I'll make you a star Now she was only sixteen, I had to nurture that Give her some growth, waited 'til I touched the cat Told she goin' have to work if she gon' get ahead Then she drove me berserk when she gave me some *** She told me that she learnt that from the porno flicks I said, ?Mami, stop talkin', just suck on this ***? I ain't say her name yet, so let's say she nothin' Now watch me turn this nothin' into somethin', get it? Mami, get in that kitchen, this is free base Just cook it 'til it's hard, then cut it in eighths Take the trip cross town to see Tru Just get the money, don't listen, that *** think he cute See all this money we got, we goin' shoppin' Louis Vitton and Pucci, we get it poppin' We hit the club on some clico s*** See the respect that you get from just bein' my *** Look, see 'em, they sick, they wan' be in your shoes That's the game that I hit her wit to leave her confused I'm just usin' her for paper, she want a man I'm 'bout to see my other *** but she understands 'Cause she's my mami, she's my baby I love you so much, you drivin' me crazy Wanna be down? Jump in the car Rollin' wit me, I'll make you a star She's my mami, she's my baby I love you so much, you drivin' me crazy Wanna be down? Jump in the car Rollin' wit me, I'll make you a star Ay yo, I met her at the Rucker Park watchin' the stars play I knew she was a Terror, she was watchin' the Squad play I knew she had her own, she was pushin' the bubble X Type of eye candy that you see in a double X Fat ***, long hair, short like Nia Long I knew she was a victim from the start, my G is strong And then she said she ain't felt this good in ten summers Gave me credit cards and debit cards with pin numbers I'm lookin' at receipts, she spent G's on the kid I'm pushin' her V, even got keys to the crib I needed to bag up, I bought G's to the crib I got knocked, what she did? Put up the deed to the crib But now she got a new gig at Chase Manhattan Look my *** is wit ma, let's make it happen So I burst through the door 'bout a quarter to four And told every nosy ***, 'Get the *** on the floor' Then she opened up the bag and started to fill 'em all Makin' sure that she left the marked money in the drawer Told security, ?If you move this goin' be your last night I'm workin' with this Mack 10, you workin' with a flashlight? I'm walkin' backwards, nobody moved, word to mother Tryin' not look 'cause I don't want to blow her cover That's when this *** winks and blew a kiss at me I don't believe this *** took all them risks for me That's why she's my mami, she's my baby I love you so much, you drivin' me crazy Wanna be down? Jump in the car Rollin' wit me, I'll make you a star She's my mami, she's my baby I love you so much, you drivin' me crazy Wanna be down? Jump in the car Rollin' wit me, I'll make you a star We on some bulls*** right now Young Murder Capital, corrupt money BX, Coka Street runner on this one, catch suckers, crack |
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owwwwww Scotti let's make it rain on these niggas
Yeah i'm in this bitch with the terror got a handful os stacks better grab an unbrella i make it rain (i make it rain) I'm in this bitch with the terror got a handful of stacks better grab an umbrella i make it rain(i make it rain) i make it rain on them hoes, i make it rain (i make it rain) i make it rain on them hoes, i make it rain (i make it rain) i make it rain on them hoes, i make it rain (i make it rain) i meke it rain on them hoes cr cr crack, crack, crack, crack, crack you hear the echo, man i seen the best go, 'carse he ain't have that metal i'm a hustler's hustler, a pusher's pusher you a busta a custerma, i get you sum cooka yeah, crack is a chemist, i pack a 11, i mack in a 7, i'll clap at your reverend i see you in ny, i'll send you an invite, youre gonna need you a pass that' the code tha we live by. [chorus] owwww, clap, clap, clap, gotta make that ass clap, gotta make that ass, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, gotta make that ass clap, gotta make that ass clap now why's everybody so mad at the south for? change your style up... switch 2 southpaw jada i was listening(listening), so i made him a anthem 2 make some divendens lil mama try 2 hit me with the shoulder lean, this cootco crack and i control the team couple bricks stacked up on that triple beam, my dirty bro' sipping that promethazeen that gonja green that cali weed, a nigga lose his life try roll on me now, yup, yup, we get it , no if's, and's about it and the rain keep falling even when it's draughted [chorus] owwwwww mami's body is banging, man, she got it, man, she does it all she gets it popping with no hands, i'll make it pour i'll make it rain on 'em i'll lay a game to'em i'm gassing misses to tattoo my name on 'em gotta get that baby love, gotta get my paper up gotta suspect me, exactly test this crack and want a ring on us and you know what it is, you it's them powder kids an we know how 2 bizz, so we don't give a shit. [chorus] |
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[1st Verse]
Nigga every time you see man You know you want to be me Ain't you can't deny the fact that this fat niggaz fly Went from Sergio to Kenny To moving them Lamborghini's Got you sick to your stomach Now you ask yourself why Nigga, Crack was the first You seem em in red monkeys And I bet you didn't k now that they came in my size Now its highly controversial if you find me in commercial And you know that G five's the only way that we fly Now I'm feeling like Pharrell and Snoop The world beautiful Brazilian, Columbian chicks You know the usual Them niggaz over there please send them some bottles Cause they lookin' like some haters I don't really need the problems Cause these niggaz here We love to give ketchup We bloody up the whole damn room If you let us And I ain't tryin' to steal I'm just tryin' to chill And like up this Kush with this hundred dollar bill Nigga [Chorus] Jealousy Nigga, You's a grown man Why you get so jealous Why you take the stand Jealousy Why you mad at my bitch Cause she wear fly shit And she push nice whips Jealousy I don't owe you man I don't know you man I never sold you man Jealousy Jealousy Jealousy [2nd Verse] All these niggaz jealous Please don't be mad Don't talk to them boys Bring up my past Don't tell em bout the Macks that I stashed in the grass And that ten mill terror squad Start up cash I'm a law abiding citizen I barely smoke blunts, now We into real estate We f**kin with Donald Trump now When you know who Told them boys what I been rappin for years all of a sudden I'm hot Cause the only time you see me is probably when I'm on TV Smokin the cohiba on the deck of my yacht Nigga you could never be me, though I make it seem easy Only Nigga from the Bronx Though Miami's my block Now you got us f**ked up Nigga we don't rat We don't talk to them boy's All we do it clap All we do is spill Crys Got that on tap Look at all the shit I accomplished Not bad for Crack [Chorus] [3rd Verse] I'm feeling like Christ at the tabernacle Stones are thrown at me Record labels is hiding Nigga's disowning Joey And still I throw rocks at tanks The poor peoples champ Go against locks with shanks Yeah I walk the middle of the streets with no body guards Stick up kid salute the hard body god My jail niggaz they love this shit Yeah they sharpen up they shanks while they bumpin' this shit And my niggaz on the table Yeah they listen to this Little Coca Little soda Yeah they whipping up shit And I know it sounds eerie but my niggaz better hear me If you speaking on the phones it wont be secret to the jury They hit you wit that Rico I'm not meaning PR I'm talking full scale riots Whole lot of triage And I know you not scared but please be cautious Cause these jealous ass niggaz could be walking amongst us [Chorus] To my jail niggaz To your street memories I know you can hear me now For the record we love you We miss you |
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(1st Verse)
New York Yeah we G'ed up Act up Clap the back of your knees up Packin' the Mack in the back of the Beemer Taxin' your cash and you asking to ease up I want to rock now Comply or get shot down I know You goin hire some cops now Coca Sun down to sun up Kily Cartel use to be a runner D Boy Stamp bricks with smiley faces Show you how to turn that powder to a hundred acres Let's get it Thank god for making crack raw Now how you want it The window or the chainsaw Crack Yeah I'm nice with the knife game Ice pick change your life with one strife man Too much rappin and we don't rat We do it for them trap stars serving them packs And e'er nigga know from way back to Houston Joes a go when push comes to shootin' The four four will loose more then just a tooth man A hundred shots will rip your top like where the f**k the roof went (Chorus) I think he said something Bring 'em back to me I let the chopper groove And let the Mack boogie You better think about it Boy you better think about it You better think about Boy you better think about it I got no papers on all them guns So when I pull 'em out your ass best run Crack You better think about Boy you better think about it You better think about Boy you better think about it (2nd Verse) This ain't for the niggaz hob nobbing in closets This is for them niggaz that suppling their projects Man catch beef say my nigga I got this Right in broad day twist a nigga then pop shit I ain't playin' I got big guns My niggaz barely speak English They'll lift son The strip is mine Naw, you ain't eatin' here I run this shit At least in some recent years And y'all know who rep the streets most Terror squad we put the E in East coast So be easy like T I said Or them things ull pop up like a Chia pet Or Chi Ali or any given clapper Exorcist style get your shit spun backwards Them pistols ull go your brain go's splatter A minute ago you said you'd get at us Now why you have to go talk like that Get ya body outlined with the chalk like that I guess he must a thought I'd a fought them cats The oldest rule in the books you should have brought them gats (Chorus) |
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Empty Arms and Lonely nights
That's my life without you girl I'm so lonely I'm so blue Without you girl my life is through Maria This song is dedicated Maria - Don't you hear me calling Maria To the most beautiful woman on the planet earth Maria That would be my mother Maria Cartegena [1st Verse] Ay yo, she's the best sister One man love her And if she died her tombstone would read The world's greatest mother August nineteenth she birthed me I came out Put her through hell but still in all she couldn't help but smile I resemble my mama to be truthful And I ain't got to describe her You know she beautiful Shit, I always love my mama Blow holes through a Nigga if he touch my mama You did whatever it took to keep the supper hot And I remember when you worked at the number spot Once the cops caught you I skipped school Yeah I guess the cops was cool They let me feed you I cryed for hours till they finally freed you Drop to my knees and screamed Mama we need you Then you went back to school and got a job that's legal Maria [Chorus] Yeah Mami, I love you so much For this pain, this love, you've been through so much, And I thank you for everything you done for us You've been a survivor and we love you so much I had to dedicate this song to you Mami I had to tell the world how much I love you [2nd Verse] Ay yo, yo yo I never forget the night that changed out life A neighbor was screaming Maria come out side Something's wrong with your son I think he's getting high Then you replied not my son he don't be getting high Then you bathed him and tucked him to sleep Yeah I knew from that day life wouldn't be sweet He got in trouble with the law Then you bailed him out I got in trouble with the law then you bailed me out It was one July the fourth They tried to take me out Shot me right in front of my mother By Tracy's house Now its time to change my life I think Rap's the answer Same day I got signed you was diagnosed with Cancer Doctor said it'd be a miracle if you survived Then you looked in my eyes and said Joey I don't want to die I pray to god that he show us a sign Now its fourteen years later and you still alive Thank you God [Chorus] [3rd Verse] God I thank you so much My Mother has so much to see So much to do She's had such a painful life Many nights I argue with you in my prayers but I know you're the boss You kept her alive for a reason Mama I'm a ride for you I swear Yo, I bet you proud of your son He's a rap star now Took you out of them projects and bought you that house Got you that housekeeper to manicure the grounds And I bought you that car that breaks the barrier of sound You take care of Joey and I love you for that And you raising John John and we love you for that I guess Lisa was an Angel God wanted her back Damn I really miss my sister Guess she's better where she's at Mammy I love you I want the world to know I love you And every chance I get I'm a kiss you and hug you Life wasn't easy everyday is a struggle But like my niggaz from Chi town say It's all bubbles [Chorus] Hoping my real mo'f**kers know This be the realest shit I ever wrote It's that shit right here Took me like ten years to do You know I cried doing this song Man, so much pain Mami you such a good woman You a classy woman I know you a private person You don't want the world to know all your business But I had to let them know how strong you are I love you so much This song is also dedicated to little Maria One of my best friends on earth Get your shit together girl I love you too Juju what's up, you my nephew I love you for life It's Crack bitch |
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| 5:17 |
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Crack
[Chorus] For every shell that fell There's a story to tell They say you hustler then you going to hell Nah, I know God love's me Yeah, I know that he f**ks with me Can a gangster go to heaven Let me in I call it survival you call it a sin Damn I got a story to tell Yeah, I got a story to tell [1st Verse] Yeah I'm right here Gun in my right palm Nigga tried and trap me and cage me like my san Oh shit this mic on I'm speaking my thoughts Nigga You catch a hundred if you speaking in court I'm feeling like Michael Just before the verdict Sweat on my forehead I'm anxious and nervous These streets ull eat you if you let em Cop ull beat you You pumping diesel then them Jack boys ull beat you I try and listen more and speak less Cause all that Barber shop talking ull put a Nigga to deep rest You on the corner and I'm flying buy Some foreign exotic mo' f**ker You know we flying buy Oh you got nine lives I got a pine box You might as well hop your ass in it cause my iron popped And I ain't lying Ac Yeah I'm lying hard Run up on anybody that's supplying my block [Chorus] [2nd Verse] I know this Nigga named Shaheim An old school cat Did Football numbers And never once rat Now he back on the block got em slinging them packs And his rep's kind of crazy Known for slinging them Macks Got a baby with Sandra Names him K-Sacks Cause that's where he did his first bid way back Now this Nigga Sha' got like a memory lapse Basically you give him work and he ain't payin' back Now with some connects you could away with that But he must of f**ked wit the wrong Columbian cats Now these niggaz comin' strapped they want they money back And you can't tell the difference cause some of them look black Now Sha on the block thinkin' life's a joke And his Mama just had a dream that he might get smoked But he don't give a f**k he been through the best wars Knife to knife The yard to mess halls And these niggaz here have something else in mine Like a hundred shots fired at a pretzel less spine Uh huh, you guessed it Just a matter of time Another soldier down he got hit with a nine Dang [Chorus] [3rd Verse] Nah I ain't a rapper Motha f**k rap They snitched on Kim How lame is that This game ain't shit But snakes and rats Fighting each other for loose change and scraps My Nigga kicked you right on your back when you down No life preservers They wanna see you drown Pull the trigger myself They don't want know help Now the only Nigga tell on myself is myself Money Power Respect You heard the Lox Half these niggaz in here deserve to get popped I think we another f**kin Biggy and Pac So you Mo' f**kers could have another million man march [Chorus] Now that Bitch Remy Martin She's down with us DJ Khaled He's down with us Street Runner , yeah he's down with us Engineer Drop Yeah He's down with us Them niggaz Cool and Dre They down with us Tony Sunshine He's down with us Macho You know he's down with us Sneaker boy safe He's down with us Pistol P He's down with us Richie Player Yeah he's down with us Alpo - you know he's down with us DJ Surge You know he's down with us LV you know he's down with us Full Flex and Mickey They down with us That boy Troy Carter He's down with us Aimee Morris you know she's down with us Rockwild You know he's down with us Them boys Corrupt Money Yeah they down with us JB and Young Neach They down with us Showbiz born Lord yeh he's down with us Diggin in the Crates is down with us My Nigga Opie is down with us Raulman is down with us Percie and TA they down with us Tego Calderon is down with us The whole Puerto Rico is down with us Santo Domingo is down with us Cuba - you know they down with us Latino's worldwide is down with us Hector Lafarver is down with us Pitbull You know he's down with us Viva Mexico yeah they down with us The boogie down Bronx is down with us Miami Dade county is down with us |
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| 3:56 |
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owwwwww Scotti let's make it rain on these niggas
Yeah i'm in this bitch with the terror got a handful os stacks better grab an unbrella i make it rain (i make it rain) I'm in this bitch with the terror got a handful of stacks better grab an umbrella i make it rain(i make it rain) i make it rain on them hoes, i make it rain (i make it rain) i make it rain on them hoes, i make it rain (i make it rain) i make it rain on them hoes, i make it rain (i make it rain) i meke it rain on them hoes cr cr crack, crack, crack, crack, crack you hear the echo, man i seen the best go, 'carse he ain't have that metal i'm a hustler's hustler, a pusher's pusher you a busta a custerma, i get you sum cooka yeah, crack is a chemist, i pack a 11, i mack in a 7, i'll clap at your reverend i see you in ny, i'll send you an invite, youre gonna need you a pass that' the code tha we live by. [chorus] owwww, clap, clap, clap, gotta make that ass clap, gotta make that ass, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, gotta make that ass clap, gotta make that ass clap now why's everybody so mad at the south for? change your style up... switch 2 southpaw jada i was listening(listening), so i made him a anthem 2 make some divendens lil mama try 2 hit me with the shoulder lean, this cootco crack and i control the team couple bricks stacked up on that triple beam, my dirty bro' sipping that promethazeen that gonja green that cali weed, a nigga lose his life try roll on me now, yup, yup, we get it , no if's, and's about it and the rain keep falling even when it's draughted [chorus] owwwwww mami's body is banging, man, she got it, man, she does it all she gets it popping with no hands, i'll make it pour i'll make it rain on 'em i'll lay a game to'em i'm gassing misses to tattoo my name on 'em gotta get that baby love, gotta get my paper up gotta suspect me, exactly test this crack and want a ring on us and you know what it is, you it's them powder kids an we know how 2 bizz, so we don't give a shit. [chorus] |
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owwwwww Scotti let's make it rain on these niggas
Yeah i'm in this bitch with the terror got a handful os stacks better grab an unbrella i make it rain (i make it rain) I'm in this bitch with the terror got a handful of stacks better grab an umbrella i make it rain(i make it rain) i make it rain on them hoes, i make it rain (i make it rain) i make it rain on them hoes, i make it rain (i make it rain) i make it rain on them hoes, i make it rain (i make it rain) i meke it rain on them hoes cr cr crack, crack, crack, crack, crack you hear the echo, man i seen the best go, 'carse he ain't have that metal i'm a hustler's hustler, a pusher's pusher you a busta a custerma, i get you sum cooka yeah, crack is a chemist, i pack a 11, i mack in a 7, i'll clap at your reverend i see you in ny, i'll send you an invite, youre gonna need you a pass that' the code tha we live by. [chorus] owwww, clap, clap, clap, gotta make that ass clap, gotta make that ass, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, gotta make that ass clap, gotta make that ass clap now why's everybody so mad at the south for? change your style up... switch 2 southpaw jada i was listening(listening), so i made him a anthem 2 make some divendens lil mama try 2 hit me with the shoulder lean, this cootco crack and i control the team couple bricks stacked up on that triple beam, my dirty bro' sipping that promethazeen that gonja green that cali weed, a nigga lose his life try roll on me now, yup, yup, we get it , no if's, and's about it and the rain keep falling even when it's draughted [chorus] owwwwww mami's body is banging, man, she got it, man, she does it all she gets it popping with no hands, i'll make it pour i'll make it rain on 'em i'll lay a game to'em i'm gassing misses to tattoo my name on 'em gotta get that baby love, gotta get my paper up gotta suspect me, exactly test this crack and want a ring on us and you know what it is, you it's them powder kids an we know how 2 bizz, so we don't give a shit. [chorus] |
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