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A yo, I walk down the block with my stomach in knots Spent time hustling, running from cops Broke as a joke, no ends at all Can't play ball and my Timbs is small Can't buy trees with government cheese I rather be where its breeze, niggas bubbling ki's My moms got two jobs one on her knees and writin letters to the governor "Please call off the deeds" My baby mother with another brother with cash I solve all my problems with indo and hash My landlord's a jerk, the water don't work and drive by roll down the window and laugh Bought my daughter a Nintendo now she calling it Dad My little sister twelve and she bought her own skirt Shit's twisted, opportunity not but I missed it Talk blunts and boys and she'll jump for joy Rather do Kirk than do her homework Out in the park gettin lifted and it don't make a difference So now I'm sittin here shit out of luck without a buck So do you hear me? I got to know I got to go 'Cause if you don't I'll come up close and say it clearly I strive for my pay each and every way but this type of shit it happens everyday It's like I'm trapped in a maze walk around in a daze I won't rest 'til I'm paid or I'm down in my grave I wanna look tough, but my sneakers is scuffed Everyday pants in the week is enough I had a little money but it came and it went Now its either pay the rent or stay in a tent and it don't make sense how the shit is intense and all you got up in your pocket is lint, you get the hint? I had a cigarette for breakfast, just for beginners Cried for my lunch and sleep for dinner He called me everything except for a winner I tried to go to church, priest called me a sinner I'm walking in the rain wishing things would change It ain't a game, mad I pawned all the rings and chains Emotionally scarred form losing my job Pass the nod nigga, times is hard [CHORUS] So do you hear me? 'Cause if you don't I'll come up close and say it clearly I got to know, I got to go I strive for my pay each and every way but this type of shit it happens everyday Now would you check me? If I was you and you was me, would you respect me? I got to know I got to go I strive for my pay each and every way but this type of shit it happens everyday a pair of blue and yellow dunks and my hundreds in chunks I ain't gonna front, all I want is a blunt But, people see me, put they purse to the front I'm waking up early on the first of the month Honeys don't respect when you call 'em collect and it's 25 cent you can call 'em direct I put my life on the line I ain't making a dime Nigga call me "Never mind , man you're wastin' your time" A yo, I'm livin' in the ghetto and I'm tryin' to survive At the same time a nigga rolling by in a five Can find a drive for a 9-5 And I ain't got no smoke, the elevator broke It's like I only get by when I'm feeling the high I'm at the end of my rope tryin to find a way to cope I'm sipping on Gin thinking how I could win I don't know where it begins but this is where it could end [CHORUS]
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Yo, yeah, yo Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo Uhh, uhh, G. Dep! [G. Dep] A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me Rippin it runnin and gunnin and aimin for me Livin the scripture the picture they painted for me Yo.. (yeah, uhh, yeah) I guess you niggaz told me right and exact Shak, shak, right in his back I might just crack while I'm writin this rap I tell you how I feel and that's part of the deal From even, a tire that snap, I'm light in the sack I'm like, Seagal with the steel but "Harder to Kill" Won't be a second we won't; they lettin me go It's real, big Beans up for lettin me know Fifteen bet and you blow, better get dough Since pays wisen your ways, allow me to grow Aiyyo (yo) swing yeah back to the scene Seven-four-eight-oh, can't recall in between Whole state pulsate, we can wrinkle the town Park jams dark shams niggaz breakin it down Didn't know the blocks were where the spots would lead us Niggaz rock the heaters, my clique rocked Adidas But hey.. [Chorus] Livin the scripture the picture they painted for me A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me Rippin it runnin and gunnin and aimin for me Knew what it wasn't, it wasn't the game or the greed A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me Livin the scripture the picture they painted for me Niggaz that know me they told me the game it could be - CRAZY Niggaz is gamin they ain't who they claimin to be [G. Dep] I take you back to the scene of the stunt Scene of that rhyme and you can think what you want Got boom got boom, put shit in the air (yeah yeah yeah) And if you.. and if you tell me you can get it from here Get us some gear to get us in here Waited years to get a premier and did it from here Harlem - citizen where the kid is in gear, guard him Niggaz in here, who get it in here, we are them Take you back to the 80's around Polo Grounds, Uptown, eight-eighty a pound Niggaz hit the rooftop, y'all was roofin the rocks Other niggaz shoe tops, only youth on the block You dig me - movin in tops and movin these rocks You get it - we movin them blocks to move in them drops Skiddin - I guess the niggaz told me right and exact When they said stop fightin and stack it - get the money nigga [Chorus] Eighty-one I had fun, eight-two I was new [G. Dep] Eighty-five it got live, eight-six in the mix Eight-three I did me, eight-four I had grew Eighty-seven in the kicks, eighty-eight in the whips Eighty-nine I had the grind, now I know it was flow Nine-three was the key, nine-four was sure Ninety-one we got guns, ninety-two it was dough Nine-five took a dive, nine-six I was poor Nine-seven did eleven now I'm made out the gate Shit, I thought I'd give housing a break Nine-nine spit rhymes two-thousand and straight.. Sit back, countin the cake, and lounge in estates, but yo [Chorus - 2X (to fade)]
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(Verse 1)
Yo, this for my niggas, though, special delivery Spit like this, get my wrists all glittery Get cake, snakes get slithery Lean in, show y'all the meaning of chivalry Rap ruler, you could ask Buddha Right jab like Zab Judah Every member on my team is the shooter Tight like a womb, no room for intruders Spark Buddha, twistin' the Philly And Good Humor, don't be silly It's gravy baby, I got it all smothered Like makeup, I got it all covered Want a jewel, don't be cruel It's authentic, don't be fooled By these phony accusations Backlash and slanders Front, and they publicity stunts and propaganda Keep it private, 'cause I'm the commander In chief, I never stop like beef Gimme a break, I might shake the building Play safe, vacate all women and children I spit it out Chorus (repeat 2x) Special delivery I want that Special delivery I need Special delivery Can I have that Special delivery Come give it to me (Verse 2) If you ain't ready, I'ma bust through ya curtain Encore, you're not sure, I'm certain Wait, make sure the mic workin' Make cake, sorta like Earth Wind And Fire, the rap vampire Retire in the morn' Warm like campfires Matter of fact, I'm blazin' Raisin' the roof up Slide off with ya rooster Took her to the stu and seduced her Let her do a skit, then she hit my producer (Oh) Not whatcha used to, I'm looser Ya need to stop f**kin' with them losers, now who's up The mystic ruler, grand imperial Filthy, but milky like cereal Bang this in ya stereo MC's is dead and I'ma get head up at they burial And that's disrespectful I'm strong like Exo mixed with X, yo And that's the high capability And yes, I possess that ability I spit it out Chorus (repeat 2x) (Verse 3) Yeah, ayo, Dep so bright, light looking halogen Spit that bar, car low mileagin' Let's go, metropolitan Area, 'cause I'm hearin' ya hollerin' The earthquaker, Harlem bread maker Gimme two hands, few grams and the shaker Hit the block, watch the kids bake up Your girl keep coming around Then I'ma take her to Jamaica And I give her a reason to get curious But ya pain, it ain't that serious MC's ran with this and that But change your name to Saran 'cause it's a Wrap Your rap is like a sedative You sleepy, defeat me, negative So it's over and I guess you gotta live with it And you can tell by the records that's distributed I spit it out Chorus (repeat 4x to fade) |
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(G. Dep) Give you what you supposed to get, to close ya lip I got enough flows to spit, they cold as shit I got enough O's to get, and hoes to hit Try to stick ya nose in shit, get froze and stiff. Talk about load ya clip, and O's you flip. Roll the spliff, take the toke When you ain't holdin shit but droze and dick. You either gittin cake or broke You can stay awake or (??) Take a note, take a vote Buy a landslide or tell ya man slide or I shake ya boat. Take ya toast, this rap shit I make the oath To get cake, or estates by the lake or boat See the snake, (??) leave faith then they hate to go Bad hoes, (??) Yo, Its to late to blow Ya run around pay for hoes, that's why ya paper low (Shyne - Hook) We them niggas with big guns and big dicks Fload ya block, and keep it gangsta We them niggas with big guns and big dicks Coat Them rocks, and keep it gangsta We them niggas with big guns and big dicks We them niggas with big guns and big dicks Drop the top, and keep it gangsta Wylin, stylin, and keep it gangsta (Shyne) In a hard top something fronten I must of (??) died, came back as a rapper Shyne Po, I keep it (??) like im supposed too Scareface, smith and eights, in my life after Bone crushers on my hip, cause shit get thick Im two shells from hell, u can tell im made for this life In the myths, of killas tryin to get rich District (??) I don't give a f**k, cuase im'a do me Till them hollow points, rip through me I was born to die, live for what Plush slut, bucks, guns and ?duffs? Spent late nights in the kitchen, wishen Watchin the pot boil, mixin, sniffin Keepin America high, and why wouldn't I Gangstas don't talk, we beat the case and walk (Shyne - Hook) We them niggas with big guns and big dicks Flood ya block, and keep it gangsta We them niggas with big guns and big dicks Coat Them rocks, and keep it gangsta We them niggas with big guns and big dicks Drop the top, and keep it gangsta We them niggas with big guns and big dicks (G. Dep) Wylin, stylin, and keep it gangsta Yo, I got wild fed to earn, lead to burn Stop sign on ya slot time, dead ya turn Lotta cats gotta wait til they dead to learn Pastor Rev. Sermen, Ya learnin Ima wild card to play, guard ya pay Goodbye's hard to say, cause ya moms to pray Ima rep till im hard and gray, pardon me (may) Ya lookin odd and gay, im modern day Ima make it hard today, bombs away Lunach grenades, at your (??) and blaze Calm ya rage, I aint even on ya page Ya see-thru like lingerie, guns in a large array Everybody hit tha floor, im quick to draw Hit tha door, kick the raw, spit that law, spits some more Flows like hittin bitches raw, to sick to cure. (Shyne - Hook) We them niggas with big guns and big dicks Fload ya block, and keep it gangsta We them niggas with big guns and big dicks Drop the top, and keep it gangsta Coat Them rocks, and keep it gangsta We them niggas with big guns and big dicks We them niggas with big guns and big dicks Wylin, stylin, and keep it gangsta
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(feat. Lady May, P. Diddy)
[G-Dep] Yeah [Diddy] G-Dep [G-Dep] Yo Boo, I ain't tryin' to be disrespectful or nothin' [Diddy] G-Dep [G-Dep] Check, I wanna fuck on the first night Word up boo [Diddy] G-Dep [G-Dep] And that's just me, I don't know Word up, you been patient [Diddy] Talk to 'em, talk to 'em [Verse 1: G-Dep and (P. Diddy)] See the thing about Dep (Yeah), I talk about sex (Uh, huh) After small talk what we gon' talk about next (Come on) Some Moet, just to get ya mouth wet Full of buzz, let me put the plug in the outlet, maybe Maybe so, yes or no, shit I never stress a hoe I let's a hoe (Come on), if it ain't possible, you got to go (Yeah) Let the door knob hit ya, take the Moet witcha, shit ya Picture perfect, 'til the bullshit surface (Come on) Probably want me to purchase, but that shit ain't worth it (Naw) I wanna fuck for free, like Akanelli (Yeah), I got the tele You got to tell me if you wit (You wit it), come on even Monica did it When I meet you let me treat you like the chronic and hit it Lay you on the bed, like you was a spread And let you do what you do what that head That's when I said (Come on), yo boo [Chorus: G-Dep, Lady May and (P. Diddy)] [Dep:] I wanna fuck on the first night (You wanna what) [May:] You wanna hit it and run, I ain't the one (Yeah let's go) [Dep:] I wanna fuck on the first night (Say what) [May:] You wanna jump all on it, how bad you want it [Dep:] (Stop screaming my name) [Dep:] I wanna fuck on the first night [May:] Put i all in my ribs, what you think this is, nigga [Dep:] (I don't know) [Dep:] I wanna fuck on the first night [May:] Yeah ok picture that, you ain't ready for that [Dep:] (Stop screaming my name) [G-Dep] I wanna, I wanna, you wanna [Verse 2: Lady May and (P. Diddy)] You wanna what, you don't want a chick like me you wanna slut Take in the cut, let you put it in my but 'Til you, bust a nut on my com-for-ter, uh uh That's not gon' happen, fuck if you rappin' on starship captain Yo, this nigga thinking he knocking, have me from the back And get my booty to clap, I'm laughing, I find that funny (Yeah) Did you see manikin, like I'm that dummy (Ha, ha, ha) Stop the game, how y'all not the same (Uh uh) Cracks and pain (Yeah), and then crack for brains (Come on) Work that pussy out, like Jac-que-line I know the plays, and that's half the game Brain tellin' me no, body tellin' me go (Yeah) Shit I ain't a hoe, whatcha tellin' me yo (Listen girl) [Chorus] [Verse 3: G-Dep and (P. Diddy)] It's G-Dep on ya frequency (Yeah) So when you hear wanna freak wit me (Bad Boy Baby) And we could be the best of friends (Yeah, come on) But if you ever stress again, guess again (What, ha) Now we could bone bitch don't pretend (Uh) We came to fuck, now baby what's up (Come on) Yo clique is all corrupted (Let's go), all suck dick I don't care who you fucked wit (That's right) Now we could do it at the flicks, I bust quick Smashin', hear the sound when the ass hit Hit it from the back, make you call me a bastard Goin' out vivid, got my foot all pivot, I give it How you give, talk it just how you live it (Yeah) You can get along wit me (That's right) Fuck now you on wit me (Uh huh) Maybe we could work somethin' (Yeah) Call ya boo maybe she could hurt somethin' (Let's go) I'll be, sure as Al B. (Uh), here take the house key (Uh) Don't start without me (Uh uh) Like money put it where ya mouth be (Yeah) I'ma leave around three, I thing about me, is (G-Dep) [Chorus] [Diddy] G-Dep [G-Dep] It's just me I don't know It's just how I get down [Diddy] Come on, yeah Tonight's the night, tonight's the night, tonight's the night [Chorus] |
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| 4:04 |
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First off, how you gon' come off All this rap shit, get done off Man listen this a passionate mind I come thru, gun drew splashin a rhyme Wet dat, dead dat, cash on the line In an orderly fashion in the back'a the line Can't talk now, I got cash on tha mind Bitches and dolla signs dance in they mind I love dat doe, but yall niggas love dat flow Man I don't love dat hoe All I see is cash flow Brains an occasional ass hole What I need is a, whole lotta money involved I might run into Rob and run in ya job Real cats take chances Then I make ya +head spin+ like +break dancers+ (Chorus) My niggas in the front don't front My niggas in the back, where you at My niggas on the side, bout to slide My niggas in the middle we rock just a little Then we ride, the ride My bitches in the front don't front My bitches in the back, where you at My bitches on the side, bout to slide My bitches in the middle we rock just a little Then we ride, the ride (Verse 2) If raps don't work, need ta put some in I hear yall knockin' but ya can't come in Said I'd get cha, wrote the scripture Chick roastin like motion picture Have you any idea, how many nice MC's And how many I feared - None Just trust me son, I do what must be done And I just begun, I let em- Count sheep, rock em to sleep Got me, cocking the heat, poppin a Jeep Let's go, Expo top of the line Exo, Yes ho, hoppin in mine, I got a- Big Bad Boy you could meet Men use beef and its all you can eat, I be the- Dep with a G in the front Front, f**k around and be in a trunk (Chorus) (Verse 3) Ain't no games if you're curious B Can't be serious G, seriously, I'm out ta- Put a big hole in the joint Like I, sold her the joint, told her to point, its like- Mind over matter with this Mad Hatter with this, battle with this Like a +sentence+, it just +run-on+ I'm pro and you a princess, come on Yall ain't ready, ain't crazy and ya name ain't Eddie And ya aim ain't steady Dream big boy but ya chain ain't heavy Brain ain't ready, my game ain't petty Must be stupid or somethin' Thinkin' this all love like Cupid or somethin' Live from the 2-1-2 One question: What you gon' do? (Chorus Til Fade) |
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| 1:31 |
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| 4:08 |
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[background ad libs by P. Diddy] (Danger) (Danger) (Ah ah ah) (Danger) Today is the day we ride, you's a made your whole f**king family by This is how we ride, see me, smoking that seaweed Y'all gonna see me today F**k that, when we come through just crowd Crowd up around y'all listen to the sound Yo, this is for the way we rock Thinkin' Bad Boy gonna stop, we not Yo, we step up in the scene like oh! You hear their flow and then there they go There the brain go every single time In the Range Ro' see the ringers go blind Put it in perspective, reflection in step Easily approached, smokin' on the roach in coach Step to the left while I rep it to the death til I'm so high I'm on another plane Hey, every f**king spot we go, we just rock you see now we know F**kin' news cameras they want to get the footage Wanna grind out find out where my hood is Let's just say that this is how we put it, down Y'all niggas cool out and lounge F**k around, radios down this Now, every f**king spot we go Say we go round this bullshit straight to the plate Gust when you thought we would stop, we go What you talk about we could do it all day, what you say now Came a long way from them nice hallways [Hook 1] Now this jam here be the Danger Zone (danger) Everywhere I go got a Danger Zone (danger) Niggas can't roam to the Danger Zone (danger) You gotta have chrome in the Danger Zone (danger) You won't come home from the Danger Zone (danger) Cause you all alone in the Danger Zone (danger) Can't call home from the Danger Zone (danger) Lounge homeboy, you in the Danger Zone (danger) If you don't know you better (ah ah ah) Get your coverage, got no money for the show then dub it Make moves forward, get on with the green Put it up in smoke, when the album wrote Get the white out, I'm a blow wit ya team Cadillac on spokes and it ain't a f**kin' joke Ain't no laughin', straight up mashing Catch me in a brand new ate up Madison Magazine ads and G-Dep has it Bad Boy classic, that boy acid Stacking is all we know, catch you before we go world That's it, blowing up your audio Yeah, This is just the way we roll Got a bank roll, I'm a get it on swoll F**k the parole, catch me in Cancun Niggas wanna know when my joint go boom, soon [Hook 2] Now this jam here be the Danger Zone (danger) Niggas can't roam to the Danger Zone (danger) Everywhere I go got a Danger Zone (danger) You gotta have chrome in the Danger Zone (danger) You won't come home from the Danger Zone (danger) Can't call home from the Danger Zone (danger) 'cause ain't no phones in the Danger Zone (danger) Lounge homeboy, you in the Danger Zone (danger) Fully loaded full pound (ah ah ah) is a dangerous sound My aim gear is sound, type like wind is Got me aimin' to pound on dangerous ground to changin' the cloud and it rains on the crowd You blazin' this loud, you raisin' your brow in amazement Astounded, your plane been grounded Name been clowned and your brain been found in the Asian brown bin with flies around it Look what the pound did, not like the brown kid Then look around 'cause you're quite surrounded Fight the rounds but can't find the rounds Spoon fed in the hospital bed when I popped you that might swipe you down, it looks like you're down, kid Cops still the head so I'm hostile in Fed, so Ain't shit the doctor you dead Start listening to gospel instead [Hook 3] Lounge homeboy, you in the Danger Zone (danger) Niggas don't roam to the Danger Zone (danger) Everywhere I go is a Danger Zone (danger) You won't come home from the Danger Zone (danger) You gotta have chrome in the Danger Zone (danger) Cause you all alone in the Danger Zone (danger) Can't call home from the Danger Zone (danger) Cause ain't no phones in the Danger Zone (danger) [Hook 4] Now everybody know about the Danger Zone (danger) Little mutherf**kers and their age is grown (danger) Lotta niggas had to get their fame you blown (danger) You gotta know the codes in the Danger Zone (danger) Just to get known in the Danger Zone (danger) Niggas unload in the Danger Zone (danger) Shit might explode in the Danger Zone (danger) You gotta blaze your chrome or change is on (danger) (ahh ahh ahh)
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| 3:59 |
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(Kool G Rap) G Rap with my nigga G-Dep We about to do it Gorilla style, u heard Y'all niggaz ain't ready for it It's a Igloo-Badboy collabo thing u know Coming rambo style nigga 2 guns up Y'all niggaz better duck down I'll get your cap lifted off Thats how we doing it for the new millennium u heard (G Dep) Everybody high, don't nobody say hello Regardless of the wait i'm gonna stay straight ghetto Even when the sunshining it ain't yellow Get out of the borough Niggas play ball, AWOL, on the furlow If u know it ain't thorough Still came down on the furl and pumped hero Keep it clean as Ajax Red and grey Macs While u niggas pay tax Ghettos sling cracks Now how ghetto is this u can catch me in your hallway taking a piss One hand on my dick one hand on a spliff Burnt lips from the roach clip, yellow tips If we aint closed it I get ferocious In your car motion I cause commotion Know this whole shit will leave me in them roaches And i probably need some lotion But i don't get f**ked (CHORUS) (G Dep (sung)) I am (a ghetto nigga) A ghetto nigga you can tell in a talk On the corner selling the snort It's hell in New York Won't stop for a minute cops telling you hawk Fake guards telling you pork Settle for shorts Running from court New ports, criminal thoughts On the blocks bodies acourt Nobody supports (Rakim) It's a ghetto nigga thorough niggas that get cake Five boroughs of niggaz do his ? a ? flip weight Change garments to trick Jake, u dis jake I want it yo I got warrants in six states They come in a stolen whip with switched plates Stickers hate I never leave a bread to trace Only evidence I leave is hickies on chicks' face In the corner with the crooked niggas But yo shit's straight We start war to leave with these seven revolvers Sell case never test the floor Sticky yank slicking enough y'all To creep up like grand-moma and bust y'all I'm a man enough to put on a dress Get close enough to part your vest and tux off But I got fam up north Who would have thought the lady with the car would crush y'all Too smart to get caught So if they put me in coughs (CHORUS) I'll call f**k y'all (Kool G Rap) Knock back the hammer smell the Pop that cantelope For the venom in my python spit It ain't no antidote Jackpot from crack blocks I was a man of dope Snapshots to get your camera broke You hoes used to plan a gross With the hands toast Close and stand opposed Rubber bands she knows Razor blade tuck the side the line Grams of the coke The banter of the coke Watching niggas die with my hand on their doe Singing with the bass And wash up the ?land? when they float Should have watched the ground when u spoke Choking on your own words One last final approach Make your whole family ghost Bust bottles of cham and and we toast Till your photo stamped in the post Sex gland cut off jammed in ur throat Man are u gross Bitch hanging from the lampost We shoot from up close Blow canners the most Nigga we own the coast Catch an overdose (G Dep (sung)) I am (a ghetto nigga) (X2) (Fade Out)
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| 3:38 |
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[G. Dep] Yeah... Yeah, me and my man's and them Bad Boy nigga, and we don't stop We gon' blast off Come on to the top, blast off Yeah, yo Aiyyo, I take it up top for my peeps Cracks in they Jeeps, don't sleep till they 6 feet deep No 'lax' in my tracks they potent F**k homicide, I'ma ride, keep smokin' Like cigarettes, Dep came through, killed ya I keep smokin' till the bullshit filter Number 1 contenders, I put 'em on injured reserve When I swerve hit nerves ?mores trap to mold in? And everybody know what's golden, matter of fact platinum, Once I explode and I, burn up the road and Cruise around the globe, the cops thinkin' it's stolen Understand, the world's in my hand Bitch play the front G. Dep in this scam, no stunt And I'ma show you how to lay back do a buck while you puff on a sac Cause yo, I'm about to blast off - Straight to the chase, cause everybody know what's the case Aiyyo, I'ma about to blast off Straight to the point, aiyyo, yo, light another joint Nigga, I'ma blast off Right to the top, aiyyo, no, I ain't gon stop yo Straight to the dome, you entered in the Bad Boy zone Nigga, I'ma blast off [Mark Curry] Yo, yo, uh Who's a nigga harder than me? On the boats, make it known how the slaughterin' be Damn, Curry ain't the shit? Put the name in your mouth Got it different? You ain't on what you talkin' about I'm feelin' for whoever test me, pity for whoever second guess me Bustin' off in her mouth, catch me Feelin' my shit, straight through the cealin' with this Know how to ?manhand'? it's real as it get Gutters of the street where my mind be Bet your block love it, find me only with the grimy Play the game, get you a 'zil' Forever, put you until, it fit me to kill Heat, got it with me still Out like your motherf**kin' guns bust, BLAOW Flip the game over, see me, we be, untouched Sure shot, hit again, spit it grim, anytime, anyplace Bitch, I'm about to- [G. Dep] Blast off, yo I get it poppin' When I rock, yo it's non-stoppin' Yo, I'm about to blast off See me at the show, when I rock everybody know Bottles gon' pop, cause when I rock, everybody rock Aiyyo, I'm about to blast off Aiyyo, I'm about to blast off Straight to the top, cause everybody know this is hot Aiyyo son, I'm about to blast off, like an astronaut [Loon] Niggas don't wanna see a nigga blast the glock Niggas don't wanna see a nigga flash the rocks And pop up in the flashy drop - motherf**kers Niggas know me, Loon's a gunslinger F**k fightin' a nigga, I'm usin' one finger Expect to die, I'd rather sit in a chair, electrified Catch one of you rap cats in the 'Humdinger' Some niggas get shot, live and become singers Than to stand here and testify We ?Joy Jefferson? walk, out of federal court But, other than that though, we never get caught We gettin' bread in New York, ain't better the sport So whatever you thought, you can use whatever support But, I think it's best you go 'head and just walk Or have the cops find traces of lead in your corpse Yo, I'm about to- Blast off- [G. Dep] Straight to the chase, cause everybody know what's the case Aiyyo, I'ma about to blast off Straight to the point, aiyyo, yo, light another joint Nigga, I'ma blast off Right to the top, aiyyo, no, I ain't gon stop yo Nigga, I'ma blast off Straight to the dome, you entered in the Bad Boy zone
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yo yo yo yo im so a hoe i dont no how she no that she a hoe (x20)
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(Black Rob)
*Mumbling* (G-Dep) Really, Get smacked silly, you get smacked silly F**king with these niggas from the, what you gonna do When you ready, shit I was born ready, And I was all ready on fish and spaghetti Creep with the culture, rap I can coach ya, attack like a vulture If I said I get cha, wear it if it fit ya, y'all thirteen inches I see the big picture, if it's to get richer, I'd probably get wit ya If not burn it, get hot like a furnace Shoot the video, motherf**k city permits We own the city, on the phone with Diddy (*phone sounds*) Red bone pretty, when she get aroused like to suck her own titty Put it in the video Ya wanna holla got to follow nigga here we go Get you ticket, the train, don't miss it Won't reach out, and ya bet I won't visit Till my whole wardrobe is-it, now listen (Chorus) (G-Dep & Black Rob (Puffy)) Make this money Take this money (Let's get it) Ain't no way you can take this from me (Let's get it) Ain't shit funny (uh) Shake it honey (Let's get it) Take it money Now let's get it (Let's get it) (G-Dep) Creep with your people, though my shit is sweet and low it's no equal Front butch look, once I throw the hook you proceed to get cook With the game and the soldiers sit, When I came, the game that I owed you one Wide big Lincoln, why he died on the side for the stinking Watch the task force task for look Marlboro It's a big chance, big pants, Might guard him with my man's a type barber Better learn quick, cause my clique don't argue You ain't my crew, then who are you For we take off make sure that your seated Billboard read it believe it (Chorus) (G-Dep) Soul Controller, rap Itola, kids hate me when they older I put cracks by the stroller, registered voter, motherf**ker quota Give some baking soda and a quota Man I flow straight up out the water, I'm break this game till it say out of order Who's the high scorer, then tear the floor up On the world tour with your whore out in Europe, head on the tour bus Do what them niggas them niggas in the drop thinks cooler All the five quarters, headline supporters, Hitting wives and daughters Brought a neck spray from Esate Lauders Call Puffy to order (P-Diddy) Ayo, call me Diddy I run this city, Send the cops, the feds and D.A to come get me Cats wanna leave me for dead you coming with me Get head in the Bentley red at one fifty Straight lose it, love two things my money my music Might co-write and produce it Drop mine, hot 9 exclusive, got y'all hulking like Bruce did Deuce it, break backs and stacks it's no problem Make raps and tracks and go Harlem Get worldwide coverage, got so many spots I don't even buy luggage Ya love it Make moves major, hide out in Asia, If your girl keep coming around them I'm a blaze her I'm the Bad Boy flavor, light blue gators NOT GUILTY Plus I'm filthy C'mon (Chorus) (Black Rob (Puffy)) I be the east side Soprano, Rob Marciano Flow in each channel with the Iverson handle Forty-five sparks turn your day gray flannel Snatch the yay of the mantle, then proceed to dismantle Can't slay Rob, how many niggas done tried to play mob, Quit they day job Tired of putting broke niggas under the wing If I go to jail again I'm going under the bing Act like you gonna pull that thing thing You the only one that always get stuck for bling bling I represent eight blocks and Sing-Sing Almost caught a buck fifty for f**king with Latch in Killer Queens Moves for paper, moves no chaser Bullets out the blazer four-fifths with laser Come and get your shit splitted, newspapers say I did it (He ain't do it) Now let's get it (Let's get it) (Chorus) (x3) |
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| 4:27 |
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(feat. Carl Thomas)
(God Bless My Soul) [x4] Fuck it, Get what you got to get and lets get going Today is the day man Nigga this is it Your life and your word aint shit, spit This real as it get Plus, theres no one you can trust Love what, do it for the lust Trust, its never to much Got to get the money in my clutch Case close shut Split a nigga gut Right through the middle like a dutch Never did like them much, my man Gather up the artilery You feelin' me? What gives, tryin to live its killin me Its all about the whips Chicks with the hips Runnin the number hole, take the chips, ya slips? Do the dip See time is movin quick, runnin' out No time for dumbin out I got one live to live A wife, a kid And I still didnt get the ring or the crib Look what I did! [chorus, Carl Thomas] Whatcha' gonna do? When the G's in the Ree's then the peeps come knockin at your door When they come for you And you know, Its all over! I'm to swift for you Cause I keep my game trunk tight and a free nigga ride Heres my gift to you Now you know, its all over! [gun click] You know what this is (gun blast) Hughs showed you to get bizz And what I gotta do to get big Dick believe, its all about your speed Cars cash weed Its all a nigga need, indeed Seems I was the seed in greed Born in bullshit Guns was four-cliped Finding my self wheres nuns and poor pits Bring it Step on streets and get to slingin Im about to make it hot like piss Been hungry before but not like this If lifes a bitch She needs to get cookin And cause that fools to get jewels and shit tookin Baby need milk When I do it up I need silk Scales on tilt Thats how a nigga built I need my money torn like wealth on stilts Niggas fuck around and get a nigga kilt [chorus, Carl Thomas] Whatcha' gonna do? When the G's in the Ree's then the peeps come knockin at your door When they come for you And you know, Its all over! I'm to swift for you Cause I keep my game trunk tight and a free nigga ride Heres my gift to you Now you know, its all over! Know why, im the antonim of rich consimamon of poor How could you think of winnin on the floor Your not sure, take the game and went shopin Your not pure, took the shot for A penny for your thought, a nickle for a kiss Well I aint got a nickle for ya miss Im all up in a twist Fuck all the glamer and the gliss Ima' hop and skip Put a slammer in the mix Till ya is or ya here, the hammer gonna click...Clack [gun click] Causing you to yelp "GET BACK"! I want the cake The early american china plate The meetin out of drapes And bottles of Alizae So I can put my hoes on Surgio Valitain Hey, smile and say "money made my day" Man Im tellin you the plan Everythings a scam Sex cars, put the money in my hand [chorus, Carl Thomas] Whatcha' gonna do? When the G's in the Ree's then the peeps come knockin at your door When they come for you And you know, Its all over! I'm to swift for you Cause I keep my game trunk tight and a free nigga ride Heres my gift to you Now you know, its all over! |
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[G-Dep Talking] Come here man, You lookin for beef [smacking sound] Get the f**k over, yea You thought I wasn't, yea hehehehe Yea look at me, look at me nigga Come here, know one thing nigga [Verse 1: G-Dep] I think you need to know I'm holdin it down Wit a hole in this town It's a hole in da ground, where I stomp Got these niggaz steady on the watch Nigga you can run you can hide Like it's Teddy on da block If your ready or your not here I come You can dip you can slide You can duck you can ride you can flee I give a nigga, one test now it's one less That's how easily you can be eliminated Program to scan rock jams Get down from where I stand to Scotland Dustin like Hothman If that'll stop what you got planned the shot's ? Ask your man, ask your girl, ask your crew I'm hittin high, I'm hittin low what a nigga have to do Had to laugh at the aftermath now I'm after you and You want drama I'm a have to act a fool [Chorus: G-Dep] One way or another I'm a find ya And I'm a getch ya, getch ya, getch ya, getch ya I'm gonna getch ya, getch ya unngghh One day maybe next week, I'm gonna find ya [Verse 2: Black Rob] Cowardest cats, names don't ring no bell Been grabbin niggaz up by they coat ? Coke rhyme but It's dope as hell Nigga four tooth the ? Still had to broke in jail Had me thinkin under pressure that this kid won't fold When the feds came in extremely vocal, aint stutta Wit a parole hold just the systems so cold Shoutin out my ? name and my social Wasn't to hard to find I stay local See I'm a do what I'm supposed to If I would of known you was sinkin I would of bin by coastals Even if I gotta dress up and knock on your door like I'm the postal Your ass is grass and that's that Better strap up your vest and that's that Come through wit ski masks and black ? With the boomshack with the crack crack f**kin rat nigga [Chorus: G-Dep] [Verse 3: G-Dep] Just when you thought it was over But that aint the code of a soldier look over your shoulder Came through low in the rover knowin ya nova Trouble was seen then see trouble was me Double your speed, punch through metal fa sure I got the metal in store, whatch you medallin for I used to boost pedals ? NowI'm ? vocal peddal the four let this settle the score Won't have to rest to switch hands and Now check it It a happened all too fast to ? fans Six mill-e-on ree-sons you should switch plans Like a wind brass, shoot glass, shit sand But, this is why I direct the shit and Thinking it would all sink in like quicksand Cut now it's done, what now it's won Like the Wild Wild West it's Dep and ? [Chorus: G-Dep] One way G-Dep singing the chorus in parts I'm a find ya Getch ya, one day But I'm a find ya One Way Unngghh One day I'm a find ya and I'm a getch ya, getch ya, getch ya, getch ya But I'm a find ya And I'm a getch ya, getch ya unngghh
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