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<i>[Tony Yayo]</i>
Yee nigga Fuckin back hunger for more Tony's home Yo Banks I told these niggas man <i>[Lloyd Banks]</i> Yall done fucked up now Yee! Yeeeeee! <i>[Tony Yayo]</i> Here We go <i>[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]</i> Aint no click like the one I'm with If the drama gets thick its the guns I get (Now) G Unit niggaz is runnin this shit (Now) If you aint reppin where you from then sit (Down) We gettin dough everywhere we go And it's killin 'em slow just to hear me blow (Now) G Unit niggaz is runnin this shit (Now) If you aint reppin where you from sit down <i>[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]</i> By now I know you done seen me On your stadium or TV with three eighty on the EV I skeet babies on your breezy And I aint stoppin Only Jake the Jacob could freeze me Leaves me and its bye bye gone We got guns like Pop-eye arms I put a ring on their finger But the rats still askin Cause theres one in all they mind Im the Rap Phil Jackson N I built a rep for murderin every Whoo Kid, Kayslay and Big Mike Admit it the kid tight, And you aint even put up a fight So its back to da amatures, Wrapped in ya sandwhiches I'm hot now so the rats wanna stand with us They hop in the van with us and clap on cameras I hit the clubs now I'm back tourin Canada Amongst weed smokers, and crap floor gamblers <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]</i> Make sure the birds dont get brought to 'em I watched Kobe go from the basketball court to the courtroom Go ahead try n do me harm soldier You'll be in a black bag like grass out the lawnmower And I'll be damn if I co-sign a old snitch That was gangbangin when jaws was a goldfish I'm the name they all screamin on the street For bullyin the bassline and leanin on the beat I'm well known now so you see me on the creeps Schemin on a freak fan blade leanin on a jeep Aint walkin with the fire, so if you say banks in ya verse then you better be talkin bout Tyra From PA to LA, Atlanta to Texas, Nashville to Memphis, My buzz is tremendous I pass thru the city slow, but the hit the gas on the silly hoe Bounce like ass in my video <i>[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]</i> Aint no click like the one I'm with If the drama gets thick its the guns I get (Now) G Unit niggaz is runnin this shit (Now) If you aint reppin where you from then sit (Down) We gettin dough everywhere we go And it's killin 'em slow just to hear me blow (Now) G Unit niggaz is runnin this shit (Now) If you aint reppin where you from sit down <i>[Verse 3: Tony Yayo]</i> (Ayo banks let me put some work in, its been a while) Ayo, uno, dos, tres, cuatro My clique eat like the 12 holy apostles And bust down models in flushed out tahoes Jewels froze look like we hit the lotto P89, my clip filled wit hollows Stun in the club get hit with yellow bottles Don't speak ma, if your neck dont swallow Cuz 50 push bentleys and Dre push Diablos That Eminem money got cash in my eskro Scrooge Mcduck stays swimmin' in my cash flow Yay rappers cracked man I got the best blow Best flow, Banks put me in the booth lets go Think like castro, Games in the lasso Dont jump in the Benz without steps on the petro God gave me this flow so I am special and 16 bars nigga I'm finished, finito! <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Tony Yayo]</i> We Told YAll Muthafuckas Man! Yall Niggas Look Like Us And Smell Like Us But Your Not Us Man! Lloyd Banks Hunger For More! We Back Nigga! 50 The General! Young Dezzy Buck! Game! The Rap Game Is Ours Nigga! Hunger For More! Rida Music Nigga! This For Them Gangsta, Them Generals, Them Comrades! Uh Huh! This Is Rida Music! (HaHa) |
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[Verse One]
Guess who's the man this winter, straight out the land of sinners The Range is tan with spinners, check out the white mirrors Blow with the damn winners while you and your man's finished Two in your Rams fitteds, turn off your lightswitch Holdin my torch down, even when the force 'round You let your wife roam, she want a divorce now You niggaz ain't this gully, play it I paint your skully You never take this from me the riders and all the gangsters love me You shouldn't be a problem, I ain't be a problem See you later I'll red your head, you'll be a Rodman I know your type, hoppin all over beat screamin You call it hypin yourself up, I call it street dreamin I do it for all the haters, the players roll with the gators They lookin forward to favors, gossip is all they gave us You niggaz wasn't quiet, meet the whales and the fishes You leak the precinct up, play tattletale with the snitches Even my momma knows, I got all kind of hoes They wait outside of shows strict after the diner close I'll get designer clothes, without the wine or rose Take off my baby blue mink, and Carolina vogues come here, take a look inside a entertainer's closet I never trust a bitch, I blame Lorena Bobbitt Niggaz stay in pocket, I know you're mad at me But shit ain't all peaches and cream, and I ain't Sara Lee Bitch! [Chorus] Don't ice me, you starin at the wrong one It's a lot of girls here, go and get a grown one We at the bar poppin bottles 'til they all gone If you ain't leavin here with us, you can walk home Cause someone else will, they know how we ride If you a playboy, you got one on the Eastside Keep your mouth closed, we don't let the beef ride .. (what) right .. (what) right .. (what) right .. (right, damn!) (Let's go) [Verse Two] I do this for the hood, niggaz stuck in the slammer I smile cause I'm good, you act tough for the camera Run from the lil' kids, they fuckin with Santa Cause they like 2Pac more - word? Word to my grandma I figure I might as well leave here with my glock drawn Cause they'll take to jail, even when you're not wrong Dawg you're not this flashy, jux you got to blast me Every rock is classy nobody on your block can match me You shouldn't want a fight, unless you want to fight for your life in the hospital a hundred nights I know your type, run behind your girl rushin You call it quality time, I call it handcuffin I'm on a beach in Miami, so you ain't reachin my family All weekend with panties from Puetro Rican Cammie You niggaz wasn't tough, I shoulda snapped two flicks You wore your pants tight, played pitty-pat with the chicks Even my father knows, where the revolver goes I bring the beef to your front door like dominoes And my diamonds froze, that mean my time is froze Me in the club from when it's poppin 'til the time it close Half of these so-called real niggaz'll probably sing Nah I ain't pullin over, learned that from Rodney King So tell your homey chill, you know I hold the steel Everything be jabs and hooks, and you ain't Holyfield Nigga! [Chorus] Everybody on the left get yo' hands up Everybody on the right get yo' hands up Everybody up front get yo' hands up And everybody out back get yo' hands up And if you in here with a strap get yo' hands up Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!) Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!) Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!) Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!) Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!) Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!) ... man fuck what he said man, put 'em up! Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!) Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!) Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!) Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!) Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!) Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!) ... ohhh-OHH! Lloyd Banks, what? Oooooooooooooh! |
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<P>(Warriors! Come out to Pla-a-a-y!) </P><P>I'm a warrior!
Aw man I never run never snitch I'm a grown man dog I ain't no bitch (A warrior!) Don't change cause he's rich Before I shit on my family I lie in a ditch Don't fold under pressure You got a shell waitin in the hole if they test ya (A warrior!) I'll sacrifice it all if he has ta React and think about it after </P><P>Uh, You heard right motherfucker My grandmama' daughter ain't raised no sucker Heart full of pride and a head full of anger Attitude of a winner infared for the danger Even the paranoya of a female'll change ya Waking up every morning laying next to a stranger I'm on the move, smooth, with one eye out for the snakes Who can't stand hearin your name all throughout the states Tune into BET and watchin your video Pretending to be your friends but the smart ones really no, so If that's your man warn him 'Cause there's enough bullets in here to hit every NBA patch on him Nigga ride 'til I die the song I sing You ain't ready for the war I bring You ain't gonna do a goddamn thing And I ain't ever scared I'm a warrior! </P><P>Man I never run never snitch I'm a grown man dog I ain't no bitch (A warrior!) Don't change cause he's rich Before I shit on my family I lie in a ditch (A warrior!) Don't fold under pressure You got a shell waitin in the hole if they test ya (A warrior!) I'll sacrifice it all if he has ta React and think about it after I'm a warrior! </P><P>Goddamn hoe here I go again The Double L O Y D Here put on an I.V Tryin ta try me The new age I lead The black C.I.G Resides beside me As smooth as an Isley Sometimes I surprise me Can't even ID As low as my eyes be I roll with the gangstas don't get fly with your mouth The wrong punchline'll have niggaz inside of your house Nigga I'm doing good I made it out of the hood I own Beverly Hills no more bottles or wood That's a zipper that's sticky California should whip me I done made it this far can't be mad if they hit me (shhiit) Nigga ride 'til I die the song I sing You ain't ready for the war I bring You ain't gonna do a goddamn thing And I ain't ever scared I'm a warrior! Man I never run never snitch I'm a grown man dog I ain't no bitch (A warrior!) Don't change cause he's rich Before I shit on my family I lie in a ditch (A warrior!) Don't fold under pressure You got a shell waitin in the hole if they test ya (A warrior!) I'll sacrifice it all if he has ta React and think about it after I'm a warrior! </P><P> </P> |
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| 4. |
| 3:07 |
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New York City
You are now rocking with the best Lloyd Banks G Unit We on fire up in here It's burning hot we on fire She'll take it off if it get too hot Up in this spot we on fire Tear the roof off this motherfucker Light the roof on fire Uh Nigga what you say We get loose in this motherfucker Light the roof on fire fire fire Now I aint putting nothing out I smoke when I wanna 26 inch chrome spokes on the Hummer This heat gon last for the whole summer Running your bitch faster then the Road Runner Rocks on my wrist rose gold under Glocks on my hip those throw thunder I'm riding Dalvins by the pier But when you stop the only thing still spinning is your ear Yeah I'm riding with that all black snub Raiders cap back all black gloves A ladies man but the boy smack thugs These record sales equal more back rubs Not to mention the boy pack clubs His impacts about as raw as crack was Now all these new artists getting wrong deals I'm only 21 sitting on mills We on fire up in here It's burning hot we on fire She'll take it off if it get too hot Up in this spot we on fire Tear the roof off this motherfucker Light the roof on fire Uh Nigga what you say We get loose in this motherfucker Light the roof on fire fire fire If you know anything about me then you know I'm a baller If I don't hit the first night I ain't gon call her I'm trying to play you trying to have my daughter But I can't blame her for what her momma taught her And I don't care bout what the next nigga bought Cause I aint putting no baguettes in her abuela I got a diamond about as clear as water And I got bread but I ain't spend a quarter So cut the games ma let's go in the back Matter fact turn your ass round back a nigga down And I aint bias when I'm riding through the town Like em small like em tall like em black like em brown She gotta be able to cum when I need her Tight ass pants little wife beater Regular chick or R&B diva Bitch say something I ain't a mind reader We on fire up in here It's burning hot we on fire She'll take it off if it get too hot Up in this spot we on fire Tear the roof off this motherfucker Light the roof on fire Uh Nigga what you say We get loose in this motherfucker Light the roof on fire fire fire |
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I know I ain't supposed to smoke in here
But Mr. Bouncer man don't put your motherfuckin' hands on me Can I get high without you botherin' me? Everybody you see in here tonight Doin' the same thing so why you keep playa hatin' on me Can I get high without you botherin' me? [Chorus: x2] La la la la. I be smokin' It hitten me right I'll be loakin' Them bullshit trees you be rollin' Barely give you a buzz, me I get high I admit I got a problem, I keep comin' back for these Dodo bags there not your yak or your sack o' seeds I chill sit back on the sofa and relax my knees And roll one up loose enough to make the backwards breathe I blow a heavy load, you kids attract some G's. Cause I'm a smoker, too much o' this would choke ya' I don't mean to provoke ya, but I'm a bad influence The musician can't operate without his instruments My recent success gradually got your bitch convinced Haters mad they can't look inside cause I pitched the tints I enter the club with baggies of that chocolate Second-hand smoke will make a nigga wanna start shit. Sometimes I wonder where the niggas from the start went Raise up a lighter and fuck up the whole apartment. It's just one of the things I do in my spare time My bad habits ain't private so I'm gon' share mine. [Chorus: x2] See they put their hands out cause of the way shit been I say you niggers ain't smokin' if you don't chip in. Listen. I waited long for these rocks to glisten From that one-room pad without a pot to piss in Although betrayal is not forgiven I do this for my niggas locked up that's comin' home to lobster livin' Hopin' the cops forbiddin' I'm bout to buy momma her own mansion Just so I could see her pop the ribbon. That Cali bud's special, so special I held the blunt so long Snoop had to tell me "Pass the weed, Nephew" Fuck rap I'm the wrong one to get pissed off Cause the pope'll make you jump like criss cross. My nigga dead and it's hard to let go, So I'm blowin' on that wet dough, same color as Gecko Follow hood codes and everybody in the Sentinel We gas 'em Fuck 'em and Pass 'em what you expect hoe? [Chorus: x2] Said you want to blow with the best of them Yes yes I bested them Blazed up the purple palm tree I told you don't mess with them I warned them new testament Do you wanna smoke with me? (do you wanna) Weed rollin', G-strollin', bad-mouthin', mofucker Law breakin' Pimp, slappin niggas for the fuck of it Hip-hop an zip lock an rip rockin' gang banger Thought you was an actor, thought I was a singer Thought about ridin' but you say you wanna hang tough D-P-G-Unit sounds like danger You might wanna manage your anger Hang with us and stop smokin' on the same stuff Now lay back on the loft This new weed that I got I call it face-off Cause it'll blow your face off and that's a figure of speech, My niggas a beast, on me from the west to the east, preach [Chorus: x2] Sha da da |
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[Intro - Lloyd Banks]
Yeah! Aye yo 50 They don't do it like us nigga Yeah! [Chorus] I'm so fly, I got money So that's good enough reason to buy the things I buy I'm so high, I'm on point And I could tell that your jealous just by the look in your eye And when I ride by I don't care, G-Unit's going straight to the top this year Nigga I'm so fly, I got money So that's good enough reason to buy the things I buy [Verse - Lloyd Banks] Uh, Banks is fresh out the gutter Too smooth to stutter The cig a melt a brother like two scoops of butter Before I leave the crib I tell my mother I love her Grab the burner But she ain't concerned 'cause he's a earner My bitch lays it out real nice for me to murder We fight, wake up and fuck like Ike and Tina Turner Its a privilege to ride with a celeb' 'Cause them girls over here don't got a problem giving head Paranoia is on ya', that's why ya' llama's in ya' bed Fuck some real Chinchilla, buy some Llama for ya' head Where the block I'm from Niggaz be damn near forty and still tucking And niggaz baby mama's is pregnant and still fucking It's either 'cause they boyfriends a scrub like Brillo 'Cause Banks is cooler than the other side of the pillow The chronic is blown For my niggaz that got locked up and deported And now they gotta go back home [Chorus] [Verse - Lloyd Banks] Don't confuse me with the suckers 'Cause when I spit, You'll hear more ?Oh's? Then a Skip-to my-Lou move at the Rucker Thank God for giving Banks the gift You think that bandana makes you look gangsta But all I see is a handkerchief Nigga there's no one out the click that freezes Believe that, 'cause I ain't scared a shit but Jesus Look dog, I don't run with the poodles Difference is, I'm eating in Rome and you eating Roman Noodles Ya' boy is corrupt kid Banks a send a bitch to the store Just for a piece of cheesecake like Puff did You chumps can't afford these homes Look around I got forty clones Now look down, that's forty stones And that's only in the necklace I'm bony and I'm wreck lace It's Tony in a Lexus I'm fresh out the gutter, scrap what ya' man thought I'm in the hood with more straps than a Jan sport [Chorus] [Verse - Lloyd Banks] When I travel I know I'm gon' get stuck 'Cause they harass us in the airport Like I'm the one that's blowing shit up I got the patience of a High School teacher And a bright future Why the fuck would I have a bum on my sneaker? All the goodie girls back off us My hearts colder then Jack Frost's We pack shows and attract bosses Black clothes with my black Forces A black rose for a rats coffin I'm blowing O's of that black coughing Blow on the road then I'm back flossing No one knows how much that's costing Fuck ass, only the green moves me I got a clean Uzi A pair of gloves and a mask from the Scream movie So if you plotting on popping off, then scheme smoothly Or get a little red splatter on ya' cream Coogi My name ring each state So you ain't gotta go all the way to L.A. to get ya MC ate [Chorus] |
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I'm gon' ride, I'm gon' ride, they gon' ride, we all gon' ride,
(yea) I come from the heart of southside (yea) Holdin' it down for my niggas that died (yea) I gotta busy bird on my side (yea) Pop shit and get yo whole mouth wide (yea) Baby had tried to steal off the payroll Ill have niggas scrappin' the skin off the ya face with the same Shit they peal a potato (whoo) I thank the lord for my blessings and I'm glad he gave us the Will power and reflexes of Larry Davis (ohh) You don't wanna see my block formin' (uh huh) That's a 101 doggs and I don't mean the ones with the spots on 'em Were respected highly 'cause you don't need to practice gymnastics to catch a body (oh) Me and moneys like Whitney, next to Bobby (uh huh) If I bring all my niggas I'll need an extra lobby (uh huh) As soon as you ain't around Jake (Jake) You getcha ass whipped for chips Now that's the real definition of pound cake I got the crown snake And you can tell when I'm shoppin' 'cause when the mall stampedin' You'll feel the ground shake I got a car I only drive on Thursdays (ha ha) I'm a stunna', banks blows more cake then birthdays [Chorus] Look at here, ain't nobody 'round here scared (uh uh) I'm headin' for the top and I'm almost there Oh yeah this shiny shit right here Ill work magic and make you niggas disappear Look at here, ain't nobody 'round here scared I'm headin' for the top and I'm almost there Oh yeah this shiny shit right here Ill work magic and make you niggas disappear You know how I gets down This pound hold six rounds I told you I'd be back bitch Talk that shit now You hear that fo fif .45 sound Duck when I spit rounds 'cause this ain't Beverly hills You in the bricks now We ain't got shit down here but dope and guns for sell You get yo head cracked and niggas don't run and tell Its like we sell crack get caught head back to jail We on that fuck the police shit We livin' in hell You betta' guard yo grill homey And stand yo ground These bullets burn They hit who evers standin' around I never learn even after I took a couple shots I just got me some band-aids and bought a couple glocks Had to go on a rampage and hit a couple blocks Once they hear that 12-gauge that's when the trouble stops (boom) If its beef then I'm ready to ride Just come to casheville you can find me on the south side (motherfucka') [Chorus] Now I ain't from Michigan but I'm in the Fab 5 You know, Yayo and 50, Buck and Game, You know my fuckin' name Whether the truck or train My minds stuck on the grind 'cause somewhere down the line, a lot of suckas came Yeah ain't talkin' shit But we can all tell he ass Jags are black his eyes like the are-Kelly mask (ah) You gotta blast me yo (yo) 'cause the Louisville will have yo head lookin' like the top of a Pistachio The young gunner with a raspy flow Got every boyfriend thinkin' they girlfriends a nasty hoe My heart laughin' a small Maybe its 'cause my grandpop dropped right after the ball Banks hops out bulletproof this, bulletproof that, bulletproofs Snorkle when you hot they hawk you I got the hood on my shoulda Chain big as a boulder The 357 tucka Motherfucka' [Chorus] Yeah Motherfucka' I'm here, yeah Lloyd banks G-G-G-G-G G-Unit! Money by any means, nigga |
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| 3:31 |
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[Lloyd Banks]
Around here them boys, them don't play You can hear the sound of gunspray e'ryday I give two fucks bout what a bird say Playboy Don do t'ings er' way I'm rap's LeBron, Teflon Don Baguettes on arm, the next Sean, John By any means I protect my charm Blade'll bubble you up, like Moet, Chandon I'm only calm, when I'm blowin that chron' Gettin them flashbacks like baby hold onnnnn I never thought I'd sweat so long And re-enact the scene of my ghetto song Eyes wanderin off, breath all gone Stomach all swoll up, neck all warm Head still spinnin off that Seagram and vodka And you know who shot ya, bitch get the doctor! [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] (If you so gangsta) Then why you tuck your chain in when you walk in the club (And if you so gangsta) Why you a grown man, still gettin your pockets dug (If you so gangsta) Then how come everytime you get into beef you tell (And if you so gangsta) Why niggaz know you for that in the street so well [Lloyd Banks] Now every now and then, a new kid gotta win Yeah - but unfortunately for you, I'm him (I'm sorry!) In my new tan trucks with the blue dot end Hoppin out that big truck with the new wide rim While you cramped up, on your Jet Blue ride in We air the G-4, let the crew dive in Before Lloyd Banks tail pop on sale I feed a nigga a shell like Taco Bell I'm flyin out to Japan to attract new fans Let 'em get to know the man with the tattooed hands Them gem stars'll leave your face all fat So learn to stash yours in your baseball cap I'm either gettin money out of state or off rap So I'm tryin to figure out what made Ma$e fall back And them niggaz in New York know the man is a monster And I ain't from Atlanta but I A-Town stomp ya muh'fucker [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] It's like everywhere I look and, everywhere I go It's a bitch sayin somethin slick, but you can suck my dick I'm grade A nigga, you don't know who you fuckin with They run up on your ass, you'll think you drunk your lip Now I got money bags as big as a pumpkin get And pistol as long as the hand Shaq dunkin with I ain't the type that's desperate I'm modelin diamonds now, you can call me +Icin+ Beckford (ow!) My down bitch holds the metal, she got a Coke bottle figure And a ass that's shaped like a bowl of Jell-o You ain't even almost rich They fuckin yo' ass, like the models in my porno flicks Therefore you can't afford no 6 So before you hop your ass on camera get your wardrobe fixed Banks don't house, want no bitch, so if there's five of her Then she probably gon' suck 4 more dicks [Chorus] |
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[Intro: Eminem]
Woo!!! Yeah!!! Remix!!! (50 Cent: Ha Ha!!!) Lloyd Banks!!! (Lloyd Banks: Uh Huh!!!) Ha Ha!!! [Verse 1: Eminem] It's like a throne that he don't even own He won't sit down give him a crown he just throws it around It's like a joke he's like a king but he don't do a thing He don't want the diamonds, want the gold or want the jewelry He don't want the room and he don't want the loot he's in it for the sport Runnin circles 'round his competition on the court He appreciates your support but he ain't beggin for it And you can love and you can hate it but you can't ignore it, you can't be that ignorant But you can try to sell him short But you can't fuck with his last joint or the one before it And he was born to raise hell like them country boys And If I'm frontin then you better come confront me for it [Chorus: Nate Dogg] This is the story of a warrior and now you know it True warriors go ahead and make some noise It ain't healthy to be makin niggaz paranoid Hit your corner with my weapon I don't need my boys I'm doin a hundred twenty in the fast lane Kick back just relax let me do my thang Don't give a fuck about you suckers gotta maintain Money, power and respect in this rap game [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] He's straight outta a neighborhood where niggaz hate To see you blow and eat your dinner off a bigger plate There stomachs ache while he's loungin in the big estate And he hops in a hundred thousand where the nigga stay, houses with a bigger gate Houndin him's a big mistake, he won't surrender he'll rather give up a rib to break Cause he remembers when they wouldn't lend a helpin hand Till he was sittin on green like a Celtics fan Created a buzz to where you gotta mention his name When you discussin the illest playa that's in the game And he's ridin with Em, 50 Cent, Doc and 'em G-Unit Records ain't a motherfucker stoppin them [Chorus: Nate Dogg] This is the story of a warrior and now you know it True warriors go ahead and make some noise It ain't healthy to be makin niggaz paranoid Hit your corner with my weapon I don't need my boys I'm doin a hundred twenty in the fast lane Kick back just relax let me do my thang Don't give a fuck about you suckers gotta maintain Money, power and respect in this rap game [Verse 3: 50 Cent] He's no magician man the kid does something out of nothin So that nigga's from his hood act like he owes him somethin They talk crazy till they send niggaz to where to buck him Ask him if it's a problem and he'll say nah it's nothin He was gonna help 'em out but since they funny fuck 'em He don't care how they feel they can hate him or love him He held his own on his own the kid is really thuggin He's rich now he ain't change so niggaz think he buggin He bulletproof everything cause niggaz try and buck him Keeps two pistols I'll show you where he tuck 'em Niggaz say they 'gon get at him but they can't touch him Try to catch you slippin then creepin he start bussin [Chorus: Nate Dogg] This is the story of a warrior and now you know it True warriors go ahead and make some noise It ain't healthy to be makin niggaz paranoid Hit your corner with my weapon I don't need my boys I'm doin a hundred twenty in the fast lane Kick back just relax let me do my thang Don't give a fuck about you suckers gotta maintain Money, power and respect in this rap game [Outro: Nate Dogg] I can give you niggaz somethin you can talk about I can turn your smile upside down You ain't no G you a fuckin clown I can take your girl and tu-turn her out Don't hold it in let it all out I can give you fuckers somethin to be mad about Invite her in send her back out With my DNA all in her mouth< |
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| 4:38 |
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[Chorus]
I am the one you denied Brushed me off every time tried But I'm alright I'm able to swallow my pride And put all the bullshit to the side If you ready to ride I'm down for a one night stand I'll accept it any way that I can 'cause I ain't yo man I'll try for whatever its worth Just remember who played who first I can't keep my eyes off ya I can tell why them other guys lost ya The kinds red an a flying saucer That's what I can offer Similarities and characters Haven't ya heard the word around town How I get down? They all whistle Everybody part official An that ass was you Got my dick hard as a missile Don't hop on top 'cause I ride around with a pistol N if they pull us over ill be out of town wit an issue If you was mine id introduce you to momma girl Your styling your moves n your nirvana I'm so used to you're Prada Taking trips to Houston its hotta Throwing that Al Green n using that impala Lay my jewels on my collar Ya had me feeling like a fool when I holla'd Trying to squeeze in but you wouldn't bother But I ain't either Soon as I realize that I ain't either She in a rush to get close to me but I ain't eager [Chorus] Like I don't mean to bother you But your sex appeal is remarkable You make a G wanna walk around in a park with you There ain't no telling what kinda things that I'm a start to do If I get wrapped up on your ass to fast I can tell you feel the same 'cause when I ask you laugh So I'm a leave it at that n hint n put it in my math I imagine your prolly twice as good in a bath But I'm buggin' 'cause I can see you right in the hood when I pass I'm never stapled 'cause business is on my ass But you can be the one I visit before I dash An I admit I been the type to hit n split But you can blame me for the females that I been getting with 'cause most of these broads have there eyes on my grits Till they're in deeper shit n they learn how to be satisfied with the dick an' N if you ain't worth it then that's all you get I ain't gonna blame you I'm gonna blame them tricks 'cause [Chorus] You seem like your attitude Only appears when I'm mad at you In several situations n that includes When I'm gone to long ridin' through them avenues As soon as I get home this room is a scattered boos You know my fantasies and my feeling things at camera speed N you're girlfriends trying to sandwich me My hearts colder then ya sandwich meat 'cause I come from the hood where the hammers be I move fast but at a switch pace N I pop in a Listerine strip before you get all up on a bitch face Moving your body like this Gonna make me blow like a bottle of cris I don't know no one hotter then twis You got my temperature risin' from your hips to you're thighs an That glare in your eyes that brighten up her horizon It comes naturally I don't bribe em Its easy as, 1, 2, 3 n I slide em [Chorus] |
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| 3:40 |
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Yea!
[Chorus] These niggas wanna see me 'cause of the way I shine But it ain't that easy To get mine You get ya ass laid down Down, The paint is peelin' Now, When the chips are down Down, You gotta lose all feelin Now, Your head goes round n' round Funny how the world revolves around my click 'cause just a year ago a nigga ain't have shit (damn) Me and my right hand share the same outfit Which fueled the fire that I air the game out with (whoo) It's amazing the way that boy came out quick For that platinum niggas'll blows ya brains out, shit (bap) I'm the new nigga the others can't stand The rubber band man be god damned if I can (oh) Let another nigga fill my spot If a niggas steal from me it's the steel I pop I'm on my grind so if you thought I chill, I'm not Gon' stop lettin' that steering peel on the block, why not? [Chorus: x2] Banks they think I'm yayos replacement, nah I borrowed his gunits to walk through the matrix I'm signed to the Doctor I ain't got no patience So he put me with 50 Cent now I got a face lift Magazines wanna know where they fuck L.A. been It almost died in the same car Suge got grazed in 2001 I was playin' my PlayStation I heard 9 shots , I'm face down with my heart pacing All I could think about as hidin' my gun and my drugs in the basement It was either that or the state pen I woke up out of that coma Police waitin' for a statement, (heart monitor beeps to flat line) [Chorus] Pass the weed and let a nigga get into a zone Papa left me all alone in the world to roam But now I'm grown, millionaires on my cell phone A year past now, caw dead and L gone And I'm sick, bought chopper with a long click So think about that before you make your songs dick (dick) Or lose a limb, please don't get me confused with him (uh uh) Cause I'm down to go a whole round, lose or win If I should die, ride a G through the hood with pride (ride) Every strip, block, and projects is on my side I'm ghetto calm by the 100 grand on my arms (arms) Sick watching of a 100 grand on my charm (whoo), broke nigga [Chorus: x2] |
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| 5:10 |
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Nobody there knew they would die before they woke They probably started off a beautiful day with weed smoke Out of last night's pussy, the murder that she wrote Cold sweatin from a nightmare, mind on a C-note You leave the door with intentions of fulfillin your visions Constantly sidetracked, thinkin bout who's your man or who isn't Maybe it's necessary - maybe you're overreactin Maybe your actual downfall is that ho that you're clappin Maybe your pillow conversations been controllin the actions Maybe your homey overheard and never told you what happened You look behind you when you turn the corner, cause death is promised You done seen some niggaz go before ya, the threats are honest And with that lingerin in the back of your head You know it's possible that you won't make it back in your bed The confusion and jealousy and dishonor'll spin ya But then none come worse than when that gunpowder's in ya If you my nigga, you my nigga til the end Fuck a bill, fuck a bitch, fuck a Benz Let's toast til we die Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky - la da da If you my nigga, you my nigga til we go One of the few I would take a bullet fo' Let's toast til we die Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky - la da da The smell of marijuana wreaks often I raise hell 'fore I speak softly, quotin the Knicks Put at least a hungred grand on one hand, bought him a 6 Acknowledged the weaknesses that his man taught him to fix We ain't never left the hood, so we camcorded the trips I done watched the nigga go from BET to the Bricks, shit The slanted eyes what the chocolate thai gave me I'm a bachelor, nigga you ain't knockin my lady A lot of these niggaz been jockin mine lately And I hope you catch the long and that rock-a-bye baby We two brothers, pitched outta different mommas Close enough to conflict and put the shit behind us Your baby boy meet the daytime Oldest watchin and these niggaz tryin to get mine Remember back then the lines in your flat top Hopin your moms ain't the momma on crack rock Keep my, mind on my money, and my head to the sky I never really smell much, if you was here you'd know why There's frustration and fire if you look in my eye The media fuckin me up, right in my high Niggaz hated on us 'fore the game took us inside Then they opened they arms wide, took the whoopin and cried I got a platinum plaque hangin on the wall of my crib And handsome's one of the things they been callin the kid They watch you close when you coppin all the VS stones If you ain't tryin to get it poppin, leave the BS home I got a saditty broad that gives the best dome And I'm blowin on some of the finest weed that's grown, homes You won't know when they gon' dump a slug But you can tell I'm gettin money from the line out in front the club My whole click caked up, you can't compare the dough And if it's only one bitch, then we gon' share the ho (If you my nigga you my nigga til the end.. my friend) la da da (If you my nigga you my nigga til we go.. my niggarole) .. la da da |
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| 3:14 |
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<i>[VERSE 1]</i>
(uh huh) I keep my hip on pound Cause chickens hectic in my town Drag my family with me cause that's how real niggas get down (gea) If it wasn't for 50 I probably wouldn't be around (gea) Caught up in the temptation sitting in jail or in the ground (gea) If for that if you snap a finger and I'll lay a nigga down (whoo) It's fucked up when you're only facial expression is a frown (uh huh) A hood rat will put a future in a fool's pants Till she find out you can't buy furniture with food stamps (uh huh) A year ago I made a decision before I shut my eyelids Better if I get shot tomorrow cause I don't like surprises When you hot as an oven they with open arms When you cold as a freezer niggas treat you like they don't need ya Some people call it ?? me I call it amnesia Live my life principal driven never bite that hand that feeds you (uh) Never mind all the haters fuck'em all let them die slow All I need is my niggas, money, liquor and hydro (I kno) <i>[CHORUS x2]</i> Everybody gon' die one day Whether it's natural cause it's a gunplay But fuckin with me you sliding down a one way I keep it gangsta from Monday to Sunday <i>[VERSE 2]</i> Don't blame me Blame my mom and pop for breeding this (uh huh) The game needed this Lloyd Banks AKA Mr. I don't feed a bitch Don't need a bitch I stay there when I need a bitch You want a trick you need to switch Cause I don't think you could beat this bitch (whoa) This is all I gotta have to blow So whether it's fast or slow Platinum flow making it easy to kidnap a hoe (uh huh) Pop the back Pass the dro Roll about a half an O The git citizenship my pimp is international (yee) You gotta agree These motherfuckas will probably find Bin Laden before they find a nigga hotter than me We on top as far as I can see And since the hood watching me My regular trip to the mall is a shopping spree (damn) I'm the #1 draft pick none of ya'll are topping me (uh huh) I move around with the plastic you ain't dropping me (uh huh) They show me love on my city They fuckin with me and I'm fuckin with them Nigga G-Unit till the end (Gea) <i>[CHORUS x2]</i> <i>[Lloyd Banks]</i> Ya six inches from a coffin (coffin) So I suggest you stop talkin (talkin) And make me result to violence (violence) And you'll no longer be walkin (walkin) Ya six inches from a coffin (coffin) So I suggest you stop talkin (talkin) And make me result to violence (violence) Nigga.. (nigga) Yeee.. You gotta love it! |
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Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
I done learned from mistakes like who's my men, and who's not Like who's gone run, but who's not Like who's gone shoot if you shot Who gone hold it and who's not Who gone change spots [Chorus] In the streets of New York, you can't trust nobody Niggaz'll run up on you with a 12-gauge shotty Loyalty comes free, smokin' weed is my hobby You want to rob me, you gotta leave here with a body In the streets of New York, You can't trust nobody Niggaz'll run up on you with a 12-gauge shotty Loyalty comes free, smokin' weed is my hobby You want to rob me, you gotta leave here with a body [Verse 1] When I was ten years old, I seen a nigga take three in the head Probably around the same time he used to pee in the bed I stayed awake, cause my nightmares was seein' 'em dead Smelled the burnt tires peelin' after leavin' him lead The killer fled, with a fuckin' laugh My heart pumpin' on blast I just started at him, slumped in the grass Arms movin', fingers shakin', spittin' up blood DNA mixed in the mud, another ditch to be dug There I stood, stiffer than wood See homey used to buy me candy Now he's gone, who gone provide his family? My earring, shoulda been runnin' I never thought I'd be that sick Damn, I wasn't 'posed to see that shit That's when I thought It was more than three shots He coulda been waitin for me, maybe he circled around the block I turned around at my pops, he like "what happened?" This nigga rolled up and just started clappin' I can still hear him laughin' [Chorus] [Verse 2] It was a regular day in South Side, sprinklers and kids runnin' All of a sudden, head's turnin', somebody did somethin' This nigga named, I forgot, fuck it, he lived around the block Regular gettin' money nigga, but loved to clown a lot Walked across the park, stuntin', frontin' Diamonds in his ear, diamond watch on Eatin' a bag of popcorn Walked up behind a shorty, grabbin' her waist She pushed him away, so he threw the bag in her face She felt disrespected, shorty couldn't accept it Called him a pussy, told him she'd be back in a second But he din't pay her no mind Called her a bitch about four times Stayed in the park, wit' no niggaz wit' em and no nine And them in no time, older nigga from behind Swung a baseball bat, left his face all crack Told him "take all that" Hit him again, popped his chain wit' a frown And left the clown, with a stain on the ground [Chorus] [Verse 3] All my days go by blowin' that sticky, icky California made me picky Chicken head tried to stick me wit' a hickey If we, blow up quickly, stickly, somewhere tipsy The location don't matter, I'm South Side until' they hit me I'll be DEAD If looks can kill, I'm from the ghetto boys But I don't know Scarface, I push wit' bill My heart spills For the kids that ain't got nothin' ain't got it still And for my, cousin I lost Humped over the steerin' wheel [Chorus] |
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Man what the fuck are you lookin' for?
Can't a young nigga make money any more Blow a couple grand in the N-B-A Store Rock twenty-four thousand on the N-B-A floor Niggas be on stage bendin' over on tour Leave anti-social with a case of lockjaw Just cause shorty look good, don't mean that you should go Puttin' ice on the bitch like she won the Superbowl Even the chips are low, for all these so-called old heads Just ain't the same niggas I used to know I got a Houston ho - nah she ain't the sharpest knife In the drawer but she a damn good booster though See I could fuck a supermodel with my ? works Send her home with a smile and a couple kids on her shirt I got a year into the game A 141 rocks layin' on my chain, yeah! [Chorus] Just another day, chillin' in the hood Just another day around the way I'm tipsy off the Hennessy We ridin' round with the H-K, nigga we don't play Just another day, chillin' in the hood Just another day around the way We smoke a quarter pound a day G-Unit we here to stay, nigga we don't play Never mind the lames in my era, they all want me dead And I know, it's all over the way I see bread Here I go, caught up in some he say she said 'Til I go, put a slug in my enemy's head The Tahoe's, bulletproof so you can't get through Then follow, your ass and whoever ran with you And you about as assed-out as two jammed pistols Bleedin' around a bunch of niggas who can't fix you So bring yours, cause you know I got mine with me kid The 8'll make you lose weight like Missy did The O.G.'s tryin' to hide they phony smilin' Reputation always arise in Coney Island I'm at your local newsstand jerk While the only X-X-L you been in as a shirt And, speakin' of shirts, get a new white T God damn it feels good to be me, nigga! [Chorus] Now I'm goin', shoppin' with a plastic card now I'm growin', knockin' international broads down They know him, they're not gonna even pat the star down I'm holdin', a glock so don't even act that hard now You might bust your gun but your gat's in the car clown So break your lil' weed up and crack your cigars down Cause I ain't tryin' to start my visits, with the fuckin' judge Givin' niggas life like it's parkin' tickets Now I get to go to bed with a model And the crib is bout as big as it is on the Belvedere bottle I got all kind of ex' I could ram in they faces Red and blue pills like the man in The Matrix You might have spent some paper on your lil' charm but My piece is bout as heavy as Lil' Jon cup But, it's never tucked, nigga I don't give a fuck I'll get bucked 'fore I give somethin' up, yup! [Chorus] |
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