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[Chorus] Nothing's gonna stop, nothing's gonna stop Nothing's gonna stop me [Verse 1: Fat Joe] Ay yo I walk the walk, talk the talk New York what's liver son, I'm Iverson Killer cross, vanilla Porsche with diamerands The mami man, vibin and, sometimes I lie when I Creep right behind ya, leavin seeds right beside ya Nigga [Chorus] [Verse 2: Fat Joe] Ten years in the same shit, nothing but a same hit Revisit the catalog, been in it since analog Damnit dawg I don't know which planet you landed on Gotta understand the Don, I came from slangin grams of 'ron [Chorus] [Verse 3: Fat Joe] You could neva eva, eva eva, eva eva get on my level Smack the shit out the devil It's the god crack fully armed strapped Where the Bronx at, hope ya guns clap cuz We ready for combat, nigga [Chorus] [Verse 4: Fat Joe] And that's my word to Pun, Reo, Sycho, Schmeo Most legendary, most prolific MC's, it's hereditary Terror Squad click, and we all spit Motherfuckerz don't believe me then, watch the youngin shit, cocksuckers [Chorus] [Verse 4: Tony Sunshine] T-O-N-Y Sunshine hought tought who gun shy Huh! Goddamnit the flow sick and I'm so fly Now who you know slang more dick in some cho-cha Quite like I nigga tonight you might die nigga [Chorus] [Verse 5: Tony Sunshine] Okay, we started this, beef we slaughter kid Please, you in a starter kit Try to kick some harder shit In fact switch to reggae tone Spit on some retarded shit, this is gangsta music Joey Crack bring in the chorus kid [Chorus] [Joe & Tony ad lib] [Chorus] - 2X |
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[Remy Martin] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah Check it [Verse One: Remy Martin] You see the girl get it popping like no other Now they call me Streets cause I, be on the block and I'm so gutter My flow a butter; see Rem got a whole lot of game but none of y'all lame dudes going to fuck her I'm on some chill shit But if you fronting then I will flip I'll give it to a little chick real quick Oh you a real bitch? You ain't a bit real You got little tits and your face looks like Emmitt Till First I'm a get it hot, then I'm a get a deal My budget none stop, mine paying 10 mills And when I'm not in the hood, I'm rocking the hood smoke Vanilla dutches and stuff on Holly-a-wood And if I, pollyin the dick it's got to be good I tell him I could change his life just like the lottery could And now I got him good, he believes me and he should Some dudes won't go down but a lot of them would I know this nigga name, Eat-it-out, he like to eat it out I just cooked in the crib and he still want to eat it out (Damn!) Oh God its Remy Martin In a hot pink Porsche with the purple carpets Nigga! [Hook: Remy Martin] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah [Remy] Oh God! [Verse Two: Fat Joe] Hot enough swinging Crack, who could believe he's in the cockpit (cockpit) Overseas moving ki's like a locksmith (yeah) Rocks from Witsick in the sits of neck (ok) All I do is warn cause that's the big boy jet (ok) Uh, you never rocked with the R in Chicago (noo!) I picked up a bad bitch in a Marcielago (noo!) I got cribs better year estates man (man) I'm in L.A. with Atlanta plates fam (fam) Still niggaz wanna go against Crack (Crack!) But that's like ??? going against Shaq (Shaq!) And that's too much diesel, I got too much people (people) Motherfuckers, you crazy I'll leave you (leave you!) And I ain't got to tell how many sets I trip But you can find me on the woods now that's a testament Or maybe at a lounge with an extra bitch Eyecandy of the month, God damn she sick! She got a problem, I can help her with that Tell her man that she's fuckin with Crack Bet he won't do nothin (nope) Frontin like he gon' do somethin (nope) Quick to tell you that his whole crew stunting (talk to him!) Talk to me, c'mon [Hook: Remy Martin] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah! [Fat Joe] Yeah, feel that right there Nod your head to this shit right here, that real hip-hop right there It's Cook Coke Crack, TS, Remy Mar Album coming, summer's ours cocksuckers True Story, BX Burough, Uh! |
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The paint is peelin? Now An' when the chips are down Down You gotta lose all feelin' Now An' when the chips are down Yea, I gets it poppin' everybody know what Remy 'bout Got niggas shocked like Justin just pulled Janet's titty out Yea, I spit it out quick to put a nigga out The bullets larged in doctors can't get 'em out You gets no love, to me y'all dead bugs My records don't sell then I'ma sell drugs From O's to whole P's, grams to whole keys No joke, I got coke that'll make ya nose bleed Dope so pote and my fiends done OD'd For three hundred and fifty a pop I'll sell you a dro seed You really don't know me and that's the fun part See my flows retarded but Miss Martin is dumb smart An' you are literate, you can't even read the tele prompta I got niggas flyin' me weed in by helicopter You look sad when I pass in this toy Benz You gon' be real mad when I bag ya boyfriend Down The paint is peelin? Now An' when the chips are down Down You gotta lose all feelin' Now An' when the chips are down Down The paint is peelin? Now An' when the chips are down Down You gotta lose all feelin' Now Your head goes round and round You can feel my pain like a drug, you can light it with fire And you can mix it with your blood if your tryin' a get higher Another angel in a thug's body scarred and tired Going to court got a illuminati judgin' me biased Shit, I talkin' for everybody, walkin' united The way I walk, it's a challenge just to balance on wires My old connect put me on said he robbed the supplier So I pieced him out with pity 'coz his ass was on fire What goes around comes around holmes I ain't lyin' That's why the scars on my face 'coz bad karma and violence Just before a nigga wake I spend the night in silence To give my nerves a little break before it's back to the malice I'd like to dedicate this rhyme to old emotional scars Some nights I meditate hopin' bring me closer to God Tryin' to regulate my time between the Earth and the stars Get my health back to determine when I curlin' them bars Down The paint is peelin? Now An' when the chips are down Down You gotta lose all feelin' Now An' when the chips are down Down The paint is peelin? Now An' when the chips are down Down You gotta lose all feelin' Now Your head goes round and round Yo this the upcoming success definition of prospect Put ya money on me, you get recognition and profits On any condition I drops it on a mission no listen to gossip Whether splittin' imposta's sorta like a mobsta and my niggas, I got ya We all gon' be eatin' soon like Italians with pasta Smokin' weed, eatin' curry chicken like the Robsters After that go to city, Allen and get the lobsters Now can I get a witness lemme show y'all my visions Never had a job but still takin' all my business No G.E.D only the promo what's my lyrics I rhyme heavenly and let soldiers off the appearance And rap so I keep my dough stacks don't me go back And clap, clap at yo do' Matt like nigga hold that There's no feelings I'm feelin' 'cause when I'm feelin' I'm killin' the Motherfucker right on his trip they killin' the villan what Down The paint is peelin? Now An' when the chips are down Down You gotta lose all feelin' Now An' when the chips are down Down The paint is peelin? Now An' when the chips are down Down You gotta lose all feelin' Now Your head goes round and round Down The paint is peelin? Now An' when the chips are down Down You gotta lose all feelin' Now An' when the chips are down Down The paint is peelin? Now An' when the chips are down Down You gotta lose all feelin' Now Your head goes round and round |
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Yeah My niggas Throw ya hands in the air right now man Feel this shit right here Scott Storch nigga Yeah Khalid I see you nigga Show Big Pun love Uh Yeah Uh Yo I don't give a fuck 'bout your fault or mishappenin's Nigga we from the Bronx New York shit happens Kids clappin' love to spark the place Half the niggas on the squad got a scar on they face It's a cold world and this is ice Half a mil' for the charm nigga this is life Got the phantom in front building Trinity Ave 10 years been legit they still figure me bad As a youngin' I was too much to cope with Why you think mo'fuckers nick named me Cook Coke shit Should've been called armed robbery extorsion or maybe grand larceny I did it all I put the pieces to the puzzle This long I knew me and my peoples was gon' bubble Came out the gate no I didn't flow Joe shit Fat nigga with shotty was the logo kid Said my niggas don't dance we just pull up our pants and Do the Roc away Now lean back lean back lean back lean back I said my niggas don't dance See we just pull up our pants and Do the Roc away Now lean back lean back lean back lean back R to the E'zzy' M to the whizz i Y My arms stay breezy The Don's stay fizz i Got a date at 8 I'm in the 740'fizz i And I just bought a bike so I can ride til' I die With a matchin' jacket Bout' to cop me a mansion My niggas in the club but you know they not dancin' We gangsta and gangstas don't dance we boogie So nevermind how we got in here with the burners and hoodies Listen we don't pay admission And bouncers don't check us And we walk around the metal detectors And there really ain't no need for a VIP section in the middle of the dance floor Reckless check it said it Like my necklace started relaxin' now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction See money ain't a thing nigga we still the same nigga flows just changed now we 'bout to change the game nigga Said my niggas don't dance we just pull up our pants and Do the Roc away Now lean back lean back lean back lean back I said my niggas don't dance we just pull up our pants and Do the Roc away Now lean back lean back lean back lean back Now we livin' better now Gucci sweater now And that G4 could fly through any weather now See niggas get tight when you worth some millions That's why I sport the chincilla to hurt they feelin's Your can find Joe Crack at all type of shit Out at Vegas front roll on all the fights and shit If I visited Compton they'd prolly squeel 'Cause half these rappers get Blow like Dereck Foreal If you cross the line damn right I'm gon' hurt you These faggot niggas even made gang signs commercials Even Lil' Bow Wow throwin' it up B2K crip walkin' like that's what's up Kay keep tellin' me to speak about rucker Matter of fact I don't wanna speak about the rucker Not even Pee Wee Kirkland could imagine this My niggas didn't have to play to win the championship my niggas don't dance we just pull up our pants and Do the Roc away Now lean back lean back lean back lean back I said my niggas don't dance we just pull up our pants and Do the Roc away Now lean back lean back lean back lean back Come on Yeah Can you hear me Bronx BX borough Terror Squad uh Ha Big Pun forever Tone Montana forever Yeah Streets is ours come on Nah man it ain't never gon stop Search Raul JB Fat Ant come on |
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She wanna take me home and lay me up inside her home She wanna turn me on, breakfast in the mornin' She said "Daddy let me take ya home Papi let me take ya home" And I said "Mami you can take me home if you let the whole crew get on" (bitch) I got this chick from Cali, profilin', she's whilin' She's gangsta, she knows that she's got it like that We was drivin on Crenshaw and cruisin for food when she pulled up beside me sat off in a 'Lac And I said "Damn girl you actin like you don't know never seen me before episode of cribs on MTV, video what you think TS stand for?" She said "Terrific Sex", yeah that's who and the diamonds is no facade Used to be a broke nigga from the BX Now I'm rich got the world screamin Terror Squad Think about it now, everywhere we go Every other city we tour, they never say no Seems like every other night I got a different chick beggin me... I was up in the club right had some Remy in my cup right And that's when I peeped him, he was lookin so fresh and so cleaned up From the fitted down to his sneakers I really do mean this I ain't never seen this, there was some people standin in between us I had to go over there so I could meet him I had him pimped up in the cut near the speakers If he got a girl I know she's heated 'cuz right now I'm all he needin If he, crush me then trust me it's a guarantee that he's not leavin Told me he heard of me but don't know me and I liked him for some reason Invited him to my place, sat on his face and I ain't got a man so it ain't cheatin Think about it now, I don't gotta stress I don't never really gotta press, they always say yes It seems like every other night I got a different nigga beggin me... You's a big girl, eat it up Now tell ya friend to hold your hair while you eatin' up A little hot, little drunk, little weeded up We in the truck and freakin off while the speakers bump I'm steady speedin up swervin the bumps I'm tryna fuck, but I ain't tryna fuck the 23's up So I ease up, drunk and focused Trynna watch the road but yo the back seats heatin up And so I'm keepin' them, wish you could see them I know you hear them breathin like you been possessed by a demon I know you heated, wish you was here but, gotta go now have a good evening Hang up the phone now, have a good weekend Shorty just called the boat the front seat And I think she's about to go down for a season I know the horn ain't beep for no reason 3 in the mornin and actin indecent She so horny damn this shit seems like every other night I got a group of chicks beggin me... |
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[Verse 1: Tony Sunshine]
On the streets of New York [Repeat: x 2] I was standing by the hydrin watching time fly by Me and Crazy Lou, Tony Tuibe with them brown eyes Conversating 'bout nothing just watching time fly Nothing to do man except be with the crews and That's when I seen the moon and the stars align I'm talking 'bout when she walked on by I thought I saw heaven, well [Chorus] I'm just giving it up for my baby Giving it up for my darlin' Giving it up for my baby I'm thanking God that I found my darlin' [Hook] Make ya say well, (well) well well well Heyyyyyy, we fell in love On the streets of New York, On the streets of New York [2x] [Verse 2: Tony Sunshine] Now, If you want to be my baby, darlin' All you gotta do is call and I'll come running, well Because all I live to do is be the one He meant for you And what you want me to be I can be that honey, well [Chorus] [Verse 3: Remi Martin Rap] You see I'm 21 sitting on them 23's so I Guess I can why a dude like you would like me I got a box of duchess and a whole lot of weed So why don't you and your dawgs come chill With me and my b's, It's really nice to meet you See my name is Remi but if it wasn't then I bet That they would call me Ice Tea because see It's all frozen and then we both rolling so Start rolling so we can start rolling tall I'm the type to put ya trust in and I got a big Truck that we can crush in and see I'm not Scared to have a one night cause after one Night guaranteed you're gonna want to be my man [Hook: repeat until fade] On the streets of New York On the streets of New York |
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Yeah This is clasic shit right here, vintage shit Go get ya tape decks ready uh You know I had to bring 'em back hahahaha Terror era's the squad man Yeah uh yo uh yo Aye yo I'm old school like Rick Ruler sick jewels to big buddah Lift dudes wit the six shooter Luger (Ooh Yeeah) That means bring it back NY king of that The best tried a dead mind but just can't see to that The 4th comin don't look now theres more comin And we all stunnaz wit lil money but still hungry True story once threw a nigga from a two story asked for my paper said theres nothin he can do for me Thats like takin a steak out of a lions mouth Betta yet that like takin a plate outta Ryans mouth Thatll neva happen ova my dead body Feds got me plastered on the wall like I'm the heir to Gotti I swear to Mambo and Nore and all the left wreck A nigga try front on his body he gettin sent back Dont resent Crack I'm just what you wanna be Young rich and famous bitches can't get enough of me And they runnin up on me usually in groups of them But not just everyday but you could neva be too use to them I be abusin them squeezin fresh oranges Breakfast in the mornin get some strength and then it's on again I just had to bring 'em back (Word you definitly know what I'm about) You know I had to bring 'em back yo All my friends call me stout I just had to bring 'em back (Flamboyant baby) You know I had to bring 'em back yo When I cruise through the ghetto I drive slow I'm quick to buck a duck and I don't give a fuck about 5-0 A hard core life I toast to ex flaw therefore I live raw and went to war wit the law My only pencil was a mug shot slugs were thugs got pot get swellin hops from sellin tops to da drugs spot G's was clocked fat knots was in the socks and cops who tried to stop shop got knocked when I popped the glock Shit was ran right by me and my man Mike Cause I choose to use a gun don't mean that I can't fight Cause we put the guns down and go one round wit the hands but man I ain't the one, you'll get done clown I can in my style, cause I'm versitile Quick to burst a child I'm livin worse than foul I pack two techs in case ya crew flex I wet up the set in a second yell whos next To feel the wrath of a psychopath shoots it up like Shaft Turn ya staff into a blood bath to laugh You'll get smashed like a deli snack, you softer than jelly jack I attack in black wit a gat and a skully hat I just had to bring 'em back All my friends call me stout You know I had to bring 'em back yo (Flamboyant baby) I just had to bring 'em back Terror Squad cause we stunt You know I had to bring 'em back yo No doubt I'm from the X and I seen it all Shorties wit dreams of playin ball for Seaton Hall turnin fiends a full From Meda ward to Sacuon the same sad song is bein sung, its like gimmie a gun and I'm back on Joey Crack, Pun, TS, Bronx regulators Stomp little niggaz to death for tryin to imitate us Yall could neva see us, be us, TS, kill da bs Cause Pun got more guns and funds than Undeas Un be us, I'm from the BX so I have to roll Blast the 4 crash ya door smash ya hoe Hack off ya skull, I'm stackin heads like totem poles Blow a hole in ya colon throw you from here to Fordan road Blow fa blow, I toe to toe with the toughest bring the ruckas to the roughest muthafucka its nothin but luckstress My crews are cussin to bustin ass crushin glass in niggaz faces leavin traces of red out this bloody bath I want the cash off the jiddump, I cock and blast the piddump at any piddunk tryin to laugh at the Briddonx You ain't no kiddon for the Terror Squadron You feel the fear of God when I steal a car and flatten ya Pierre Cardan I peirce ya noggin if you startin trouble, spark the dot above you and watch it blossom like a flower throughout the borough No doubt I'm thorough with a parascope rifle extended rycle cycle thatll tear the whole Bible out I'm sweatin no idols a title's all I request Best rappers know that Pun and Y the chaperones of death.. I just had to bring 'em back (Word you definitly know what I'm about) You know I had to bring 'em back yo All my friends call me stout I just had to bring 'em back (Flamboyant baby) You know I had to bring 'em back yo |
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[Intro:]
Yo Crack how many times I gotta keep tellin this *censored* That you the true king of ???? I been tellin this niggaz for years and years and years man Sick of this motherfucker You Joey Cracker Don Cartegena Cook Coke Crack Man You ain't nothin to fuck with him Let this [censored] [Verse 1:] You sicker then conflict this convicts Back at it again, nope Crack 's head of the game, no Got some new shit for you fiends to smoke Cook Crack **** dope so I'm here to suply ya Heard that couple of you rappers wanna retire (suck) Liar First of all this is me, yes Joe Crack I'm a fuckin TS I'm the only one thats realy from the streets, yes Bump through any hood with no police no west, yes Ten mill, pump deal no stress Want your casket comb come and see TS, yes [Bridge: Joe talking] [Verse 2:] So mutch talkin the throne that who is holdin it Heard about a new king of the streets and started calmin it All I see was studios and con services Nothin but I be hearin outcome this rap verses-ists He ??? my Southern slang I picked up on the accent there in my Southern slang In fact I picked up a whole sudden game And picked up a few producers that make the beat go BANG Kill it Hot damn and then we get in the game The beat novakane the streets weak hopin and prayin MC's built to this, little speak, mo pain Sua pressure eye brow y'all fuckin say To the boys who make their time listen my name Third page obituarys all attention you gain [Bridge] [Verse 3:] Joe Crack's the piece who ***** should you wake up If its beef we shootin first to say break up then make up Got the world on extra sound curtesy in Jacob Sky blue pen that match the fan that'll fix your face up Had to switch the flow I'm on the Nile here comes the change up Matter fact cats be next round this and that ni??? Suckers.....kill it Things of that nature thats the solo LP We on a Terror Squad moment right now True Story You know that Remi Martin, grand champions Prospect, Armageddon, Tony Sunshine, Cool & Dre LV, yeah, big macho L-Boogie Here come the champs Here come the champs Oh |
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[Armageddon talking] To all my, to all my, to all my, to all my To all my peoples that passed away Uh huh To all my peoples that passed away, to all my, to all my To to to, Free sanity and wings as they cast away [Verse 1:Armageddon] Sometimes I envious on peoples that past away They so synonm, there wings being cast away I dream so vivid, the scene shakes me fast awake I keep thinking maybe somethings tryna show me how to master my faith They say I'm deep and too complex for rap But yo, I grew to learn theres more to life then cars and gats So I chose to share the light and write my bars with that But niggaz scared to grow so they tend to hold you back They take this shit that they don't understand and call it wack Tell you that ain't the way it goes son, thats conscience rap But y'all running in circles working the same old act And I done reaching at a level, but I'm wrong for that And I ain't bitching, I'm just tryna let you know where I'm at I'm getting old, as my son grows, so do my raps I feel your misery, you living off the next mans life He just as bad, cuz he dreams you can strengthen his light I wanna shout out all the two time fellas holding guns for weak thugs Risking their freedom, for short money and weak love 85 is tryna earn respect from them young boys Catching temper tantroms, having fits like young boys And bitches do it too, get deffensive and peranoid See everybody wanna have some power to exploit Now maybe you can tell me whos the problem at this point Me or you homes, I hope you following this joint [Hook:Tony Sunshine] Stress free, people holla day Just another me, to see another day So let the slugs breathe Easy for a day, I feel all alone while the clouds keep ??? [2pac Talking] All my mother fucking niggaz at? my niggaz who down to body a nigga in this motherfucker All my riders, all my killers, all my motherfuckers, holla at me man, let me know whatsup niggaz [2nd Verse:Armageddon] Niggaz tryna please the crowd when they creating their rhymes I just be thinking out loud, y'all ain't gonna pay me no mind Maybe I'm living in the clouds, or just ahead of my time I got books of all the shit I wrote between all the crimes Looking back, tryna trace tracks just to see what I find Nothing but evidence, back to fact the world is mine And I ain't irrogant, I'm just Intellectually pompous Cuz I can super seed anything you accomplish This nigga dry snitching like he looking for sympathy Nobody give a fuck about you or your history Do you nigga?Make some shit shop a deal Cuz that hot shit you talkin could get you popped forreal Take my advice, I sugested like a cotton a meal If not, fuck it, you can starve and keep your eyes pealed But, don't get me involved, I don't owe you shit The same goes for that little bitch thats all on my dick Your all just a bunch of misserable fucks Broke, mad, drunk , high and gangsta'ed up It's so sad, I wish that I could cry for him and her I'm busy mastering this ??? tryna stay up And their ain't no looking back, I got my crazy mind made up My nigga L home just in time to witness me bust Niggaz say and speak the truth, getty thats whatsup Go in the booth, produce the proof, show these niggaz how to really give up [Hook] Stress free, people holla day Just another me, to see another day So let the slugs breathe Easy for a day, I feel all alone while the clouds keep ??? [2pac Talking] All my real ass niggaz at? All my motherfucking riders, all my bitches in this motherfucker All the niggaz wit money, the niggaz who ain't afaird to kill a nigga, holla at a nigga, let me know where you niggaz at nigga |
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| 4:05 |
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(feat. Dre, Young Selah)
This is a world premier (yeah) (Cook Coke Crack) [Chorus:] If a nigga talk shit to me Nigga all I know (Kato, Chi-Town Rest in Peace my nigga) I let them things go I let them things go If a nigga talk shit to me Nigga all I know. Yeah I let them things go I let them things go [Verse 1: Fat Joe] Hot child warned 'em but he wouldn't listen Then I had to run up on 'em with that thing that glisten That nickle plated 40 mil thats for the real All the city be talkin who they thought he was ????? I guess the game done changed See we come up in the 80' belive me it ain't the same Lord forgive my temptation to kill But I got to give this fagots the deffinition of real Gotta keep it clapin' cause this streets is ill B'live them niggaz sleeky cause they sleepin on crilts When we back up niggaz pack up and move out Cause we animals, we abduct and pull out Washed up rapper you not respected 4 years passed and can't even sighn to Koch Records Check it: You won't be the first to get his first on Quit rap biagon and get to church on motherfucker [Chorus] [Verse 2: Remy Martin] ...see it's the squadres and we Terror so this niggaz better listen If I touch it I destroy it, they callin me demolition But my name is Remy Ma, get smarten or reminiscein If you be's that nigga you can call me that bitch But if you don't know me Don't call me shit All I know I let 'em go if a nigga talk shit I'm slicker then all you and all y'all can kiss my royal ass I get's it poppin like a piece of a ???? My album is dropin nothing now it is a classic First chick try to front first chick I'm smackin And I'm known so sick bitch I spits backwards Backwards spits I bitch, nigga I'm laughin We don't need no passes we got all access And I'm straight fire so please don't gass it Cause I might blow my mic flow too hot I let them things go [Chorus] [Verse 3:] I don't think that they ready I'm a problem The worst and youngest one outta three I'm a problem The first to get the gun and squeeze I'm a problem Decepted personality When I burst in rapidly your verse shoot backwardsly You see the back of a hearse you can reharse that with ease Take two I make you a superstar 6 o'clock news nigga, fuck who you are Cause you nobody till somebody kills you Pardon, so who is ready for stardom Niggaz talk gun clang See I quit hearts harder Like a cold block of ice you try to stop my life Fuck my gun you better watch my knife I ain't come to rap with ya I came to scrap with you motherfucker [Chorus] |
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[Intro - Prospect Park] Yeah What up man, this yo boy Prospect right here man T-Squad BX you know what it is man It's been a long time man Y'all niggaz think this shit is easy Niggaz struggle for this shit right here man Listen to this man [Prospect Park] Aye yo, they got me poisoned like ivy Y'all been waiting for them boys to come try me Quick on the draw, fast on the finger like Mike Lowrey Niggaz funny, first they get your numbers Then want to shout you See you getting money now they want the guns to come out you Well you see we all be having dreams about them cars and floors With some of ? ? marry you, the call is yours I was determined My niggaz out will burn and chew you Spit you out, like a shot from a German luger Now who want it, test my peoples I'll blast the boy Pull out them twin desert eagles, like I'm Pastor Troy Man I've been through some rough winters And plush like four summers But I've made it over them rough roads like old hummers Look I'm a, made man crook Now see me in ? But I'mma go this way and write rhymes in your Shakespeare book Niggaz be scared to death, I can see in the face they shook And they ain't want give me a shot, I had to make them look It's Prosp' [Chorus] (It's the upcoming success. Definition Of Prospect) Yo mom, your baby boy the king of men (It's the upcoming success. Definition Of Prospect) I ride or die with them guns in my hands (It's the upcoming success. Definition Of Prospect) I move with no fear, the BX up in here (It's the upcoming success. Definition Of Prospect) And though I'm storming, there's thunder in the air [Prospect Park] Aye yo, they say the ? for this music I was cutting my classes Stood up late night, a stanky nigga bustin my ass Now my memory cake, and y'all niggaz cake is telling ain't me shitty Y'all stressing misdemeanors, man I catch a felony quickly Shit I deserved what I got And yo them forms they be copyin You tried to swerve in my spot Go earn a war on your block I just came to lay my name down, I work a hard shift Show my talents to the world and expose my god gift I was grown with hard end, many obstacles and fights But I learned to heal my scars, like them doctors doing life Keep it moving, cruising Doing like a hundred and sixty And I ain't stopping till them motherfucking cops come and get me I survived my community Took my opportunity To get money and y'all mad cause I'm doing me (cut it out man) I'm going south and I'm fishing Stop that mouthing and bitching Put your money on the table, I'll put you out of commission [Chorus] [Prospect Park] Big Pun whattup My lil Brother Dee yeah Uh huh |
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[Intro - guy talking] Aiyyo Joe man whats good man Aiyyo I hear niggaz poppin shit They runnin off to the Jakes man They talkin like you ain't hood nigga What's really gangsta nigga What up what's poppin man Aiyyo fuck these niggaz man Let these niggaz do 88 [Fat Joe] (yeah uh what uh yo yo) Migga tryin to change the Ragine, I won't have that Step in the club in Manhat at And it feel like sat down, Jose the flow is cocaine Niggaz even got the nerve tryin to clone the name It's the kid wit a thousand aliases, the hood knows Shit nowadays got niggaz callin me cooked coke I rise to the to the top and I lay it down quite flat You can battle me up and get your money right back Crack niggaz clap niggaz wit the fo' kid The newspaper shit Known for crackin niggaz jaws And I don't go to court, I talk wit the hawk Have a forensics specialist outline your corks About time we fought man I'm tired of this rumor shit, ya whole life's a lie Let you slide but you ruin it, we the guys doin it You only pretend Shoot the place to merk off in my loyalty rims Nigga what [guy talking] Yeah yeah thats whats up my nigga I see these niggaz ain't fuckin wit you though But what's up wit these niggaz though man these niggaz is ridin around in fuckin benzes and shit Bentleys & all that sittin on yachts Yea man show these niggaz what your 1's like man What's up [Fat Joe] I gets duece 5 a show, do 5 a week Let y'all do the math, that's aight for me Shit never claim to be the richest but the truth is Livest nigga you've ever seen in show biz And you know this, notice the dime is poppin Hold the masterpiece watch the Don be coppin I'm like Gunny from Dead Pres' Put the gun in your mouth and tell you how lucky you are to break bread I'm tired of sonnin niggaz that don't believe us I'm at ya life savers alone wit my sneakers I went from humble beginners to ownin the Jimmy's Fuckin wit women that only want me for winnin Only for homey sittin, scuse me but don't be shittin I'm only bonin the bitch is if y'all could be gettin nigga what!! [guy talking] Yeah that's what's up Crack But what's up wit that bitch when she gonna drop yo What's up wit Remy man Where that bitch at man Yeah man Everytime I look around man I don't see no Remy man Niggaz in the hood want you to call this bitch out man What's up man [Remy Martin] Yo I don't give a fuck I don't play that shit and I feel to bust a cap on a nigga I run up wit a gat on a nigga cock back on a nigga Like Rem's that bitch and Crack's that nigga For every word I spit I get ass cat figures So fuck ass clappin, I'll clap yo ass nigga And chick is so funny cause I gets gully Rocks throwbacks and fitteds nigga, hoodies and skullies Am I fist is a pack on my wrist is a Jacob And I gotta a "mac" and I don't mean make up Sellin pies on da block like, I sell aranathum Do you want it raw? Or do want me to bake em? Get the bag it cut it shop it fuck it it's mothin Got the product the power and the will to do the hustle Shit it's sicker than vomit, I swear to God it's disgustin Hot an' fresh out the kitchen so these bitches can't touch it You gotta love it I'm buggin word to my cousin Tequila Slap the shit outta any bitch interferin wit my scrilla See a nigga he can get it too, fuck what your dick a do Even if I stuttered I will still "shi shi shit on you" My nigga L.V. |
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