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Did you realize
That you were a champion in their eyes? Yes I did, so I packed it up and brought it back to the crib Just a little somethin', show you how we live Everybody want it but it ain't that serious Mmm hmm, that's that shit So if you gon' do it, do it just like this Did you realize That you were a champion in their eyes? You don't see just how wild the crowd is? You don't see just how fly my style is? I don't see why I need a stylist When I shop so much I can speak Italian I don't know I just want it better for my kids And I ain't sayin' we was from the projects But every time I wanted, layaway or a deposit My daddy'd say "When you see clothes close your eyelids" We was sort of like Will Smith and his son In the movie I ain't talkin' 'bout the rich ones 'Cause every summer he'd get some Brand new hare-brained scheme to get rich from And I don't know what he did for dough But he'd send me back to school wit' a new wardrobe and hey! hey! hey! hey! Did you realize That you were a champion in their eyes? I think he did, when he packed it up and brought it back to the crib Just a little somethin' show you how we lived Everything I wanted man it seemed so serious Mmm hmm, that's that shit So if you gon' do it, do it just like this Did you realize That you were a champion in their eyes? When it feel like livin's harder than dyin' For me givin' up's way harder than tryin' Lauryn Hill said her heart was in Zion I wish her heart still was in rhymin' 'Cause who the kids gon' listen to? Huh? I guess me if it isn't you Last week I paid a visit to the institute They got the drop out keepin' kids in the school I guess I'll clean up my act like Prince'll do If not for the pleasure, least for the principle They got the CD then got to see me drop gems Like I dropped out of P.E. They used to feel invisible Now they know they invincible hey! hey! hey! Did you realize That you were a champion in their eyes? This is the story of a champion Runners on your mark and they pop the guns! Stand up, stand up! Here he comes Tell me what it takes to be number one? Tell me what it takes to be number one? This is the story of a champion Runners on your mark and they pop the guns Stand up stand up! Here he comes Tell me what it takes to be number one? Tell me what it takes to be number one? Did you realize That you were a champion in their eyes? Yes I did, so I packed it up and brought it back to the crib Just a little somethin' show you how we live Everybody want it but it ain't that serious Mmm hmm, that's that shit So if you gon' do it, do it just like this Did you realize That you were a champion in their eyes? |
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| 2. |
| 4:18 |
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Love my niggaz, but wheres my bitches?
I love my niggaz, but wheres my bitches? Love my niggaz, but wheres my bitches? I love my niggaz, but wheres my bitches? Chorus It's all good It's alright Fuck all day Fuck all night Call my bitches, cause wherever I go, y'all my bitches East to the west coast, all my bitches Yo Chickens is good for plucking So I'm stickin' bitches, fuckin' Got 'em trickin' while they suckin' Give 'em dick and they ain't buggin' I've done it all From mackin' 2 hoes, on a three-way Dominican hoes on B day Country hoes in V-A And they all say The same about my game It's tight Thats why every night A different group of bitches start a fight Over some dick that they don't even own All I'm givin' them is the bone Blowin' up a niggaz phone But ain't nobody home I'm in a zone Tryin' to do things But turns into a cruel thing Whats up girlfriend, you game? No wonder why When I leave at night It's cause I theive at night I'm leavin' bitches not breathin' right I fuck they head up with some slick shit Hit 'em off with some long dick shit Make it some quick shit, but rip shit Then I'm out, just like the trash on a thursday Knowin' she'd be givin' up the ass on the first day chorus Flocks of bitches by the dozens From sisters to cousins Got 'em doin' shit they said they wasn't Ever gonna do Like knowin' I'd fuck the bitch that she was close to Still gave up the ass and dough She was supposed to Pictures of bitches And flicks of chicks Videos with the baddest hoes, sucking dick It's the dog in me that makes me do wrong ?? can't help but get strong Cause the game is too strong I like 'em greedy Black like edi Eyes beady Willin' to give to the needy I done ran through 'em all From around the way bitches Outta state hoes And even hitting gay bitches All I tell 'em is "let me get that" Then it's on Knock her mothafuckin' boots And then I'm gone I got the white bitches sayin' "It's a black thing" Cause I leave that hoe with no dough And plenty back pain chorus Bitches who get props Cause they know who can get got And they can get shot By the way ya niggaz flip drop Walk up in the spot Knowin' what she want Strictly When hun wants the dickly Hun comes and gets me It's amazing Does it get crazy Known to be swayze Cause thats daddy's baby i keep them hoes in check Like the government Hittin' 'em off with nothin' but the dick Snd they lovin' it Huggin' it Like it's they best friend Cause it is Word to mix Fuckin' with tricks is just biz I deal with strictly dimes Got 'em commitin' they first crimes Cause she suckin' dick for the first time And ain't no secret 'Bout how i freak it When it's sleek it Never knew how I peeped it Then creeped it That's how I know this must be that shit I tell them bitches "i'll be back" And they believe that shit chorus x4 Love my niggaz, but wheres my bitches? I love my niggaz, but wheres my bitches? (repeat x4) |
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| 4:21 |
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Ja Rule:
Right back at ya, it's the world's most talented record label... Murder INC and that angelic voice you hear in the background That's our new princess of hip-hop and r&b Miss Ashanti Ashanti: Boy you fill me with so much joy You give whatever it is I need My love is here to stay won't ever leave So glad that you fell in love with me My love is so good That I wouldn't be without you babe Couldn't see me without you babe My love is so good That I wouldn't be without you babe Couldn't see me without you babe All my life, I've been searching for ya Everyday, so glad that I found you boy All my life, I've been feeling for you Everyday, I'm so happy, baby Boy, you got me feeling so good You take all my pain away from me Without you around I couldn't be And I'm glad you fell in love with me My love is so good That I wouldn't be without you babe Couldn't see me without you babe My love is so good That I wouldn't be without you babe Couldn't see me without you babe All my life, I've been searching for ya Everyday, so glad that I found you boy All my life, I've been feeling for you Everyday, I'm so happy, baby I'm so happy that I fell in love I thank God, He sent you from above I'm so happy that I found someone I thank God, He sent you from above All my life, I've been searching for ya Everyday, so glad that I found you boy All my life, I've been feeling for you Everyday, I'm so happy, baby 2x My love is so good That I wouldn't be without you babe Couldn't see me without you babe |
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| 5. |
| 4:23 |
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O.K.
I woke up in heaven today She kissed me I floated away (away) Never felt anything so great Alright, now I brace myself for the fights I`m light as a feather tonight Cause I can`t feel the ground Someone let me down I never felt so high as I do now It`s too good to be true I don`t deserve you I never felt a love strong enough to Stop this world from spinning Stop this world from spinning And I see heaven when she looks at me In her smile is the most amazing dream And in her eyes I fall asleep And I hope Hope that she can see through the smoke Of my imperfections into my soul And my heart where she has control (she has control) Cause I can`t feel the ground Someone let me down I never felt so high as I do now It`s too good to be true I don`t deserve you I never felt a love strong enough to Stop this world from spinning Happiness like this can never last (can never last) Turns into the memories of the past (turns into the memories of the past) [? ] (going just as fast) And I can`t feel the ground Someone let me down I said I`ve never been so high as I am now It`s too good to be true I don`t deserve you I never felt a love strong enough to Stop this world from spinning (hey, hey, hey) Stop this world from spinning |
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| 6. |
| 4:07 |
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Come Mr DJ
song pon de replay Come Mr DJ won't you turn the music up All the gyal pon the dancefloor wantin some more what Come Mr DJ won't you turn the music up Come Mr DJ song pon de replay Come Mr DJ won't you turn the music up All the gyal pon the dancefloor wantin some more what Come Mr DJ won't you turn the music up it goes 1 by 1 even 2 by 2 everybody on the floor let me show you how we do lets go dip it low then you bring it up slow wind it up 1 time wind it back once more Run Run Run Run Everybody move run Lemme see you move and Rock it til the grooves done Shake it til the moon becomes the sun Sun Everybody in the club give me a run Run If you ready to move say it Yeah One time for your mind say it Yeah Yeah Well i'm ready for ya Come let me show ya You want to groove im'a show you how to move Come Come Mr DJ song pon de replay Come Mr DJ won't you turn the music up All the gyal pon the dancefloor wantin some more what Come Mr DJ won't you turn the music up Come Mr DJ song pon de replay Come Mr DJ won't you turn the music up All the gyal pon the dancefloor wantin some more what Come Mr DJ won't you turn the music up Hey Mr Please Mr DJ Tell me if you hear me Turn the music up Hey Mr Hey Mr Please Mr DJ Tell me if you hear me Turn the music up It goes 1 by 1 even 2 by 2 Everybody in the club gon be rockin when i'm through Let the bass from the speakers run through ya sneakers Move both ya feet and run to the beat Run Run Run Run Everybody move run Lemme see you move and Rock it til the grooves done Shake it til the moon becomes the sun Sun Everybody in the club give me a run Run If you ready to move say it Yeah One time for your mind say it Yeah Yeah Well i'm ready for ya Come let me show ya You want to groove im'a show you how to move Come Mr DJ song pon de replay Come Mr DJ won't you turn the music up All the gyal pon the dancefloor wantin some more what Come Mr DJ won't you turn the music up Come Mr DJ song pon de replay Come Mr DJ won't you turn the music up All the gyal pon the dancefloor wantin some more what Come Mr DJ won't you turn the music up Hey Mr Please Mr DJ Tell me if you hear me Turn the music up Hey Mr Please Mr DJ Tell me if you hear me Turn the music up Okay everybody get down if you feel me Put your hands up to the ceiling everybody get down if you feel me come and Put your hands up to the ceiling everybody get down if you feel me Put your hands up to the ceiling everybody get down if you feel me come and Put your hands up to the ceiling Come Mr DJ song pon de replay Come Mr DJ won't you turn the music up All the gyal pon the dancefloor wantin some more what Come Mr DJ won't you turn the music up Come Mr DJ song pon de replay Come Mr DJ won't you turn the music up All the gyal pon the dancefloor wantin some more what Come Mr DJ won't you turn the music up |
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| 4:11 |
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[Verse 1: The-Dream]
Now I know you ain't over there starin' at my girl Yea I know you ain't over there starin' at my girl Nigga I know you don't call yourself hollerin' at my girl I know you don't call yourself hollerin' at my girl Keepin' tha baton, Louis Vuitton Gucci down to her feet, yup just like me. I'm the one, with them ones. Fuck the price on the tag Just throw it in the bag. [Chorus: The-Dream] Un-huh un-huh un-huh Just throw it in the bag Un-huh un-huh un-huh Just throw it in the bag [Verse 2: Fabolous] Look at price tags Where they do that at? Heard that in ATL When you wen' ATL Just ask my baby girl I treat my lady well Ain't nothin' "soso" But I know JD well We in them Benzs, black, white, gray CL Got niggas askin' did we miss a Mercedes sale? Shit, I wish it was, but even though it wasn't, We still doing donuts and I'm half a dozen, They call me Krispy Kreme, my style is crispy clean I drive some chicks on these crews, that's some crispy jeans Ask how much? Now what I look like? Son I'm from Brooklyn, what it look like? I get it 'cause I got it I got it so you get it I gave shortie some till she say, oh I get it! And now that you got it Put it in the bag Write your number down Just put it on the tab. [Chorus: The-Dream] Un-huh un-huh un-huh Just throw it in the bag Un-huh un-huh un-huh Just throw it in the bag Un-huh un-huh un-huh Just throw it in the bag Un-huh un-huh un-huh Just throw it in the bag [Verse 3: Fabolous] See I know what I'ma tell her The same thing that the bankrobber told the teller Just throw it in the bag That's the way it suppose to be A real nigga 'posed to help you out with the groceries Just throw it in the bag Paper or plastic? It's safer to ask it So get that nigga I will pay for the casket That Remy ma got you talkin' plenty huh? Broke ass nigga couldn't buy the mini bar So get with Loso He ain't got to know so I'm a gentlemen I send a bottle with that Rose tho' Oh you gotta man well you need a richer one Meet me in the parking lot, the plates say 'getchu1' Meet me at the register I'm there on the regular They just price checkin' You can help them in a second As we proceed to get you what you need Like we breakin' down the weed Shortie throw it in the bag [Chorus: The-Dream] Un-huh un-huh un-huh Just throw it in the bag Un-huh un-huh un-huh Just throw it in the bag Un-huh un-huh un-huh Just throw it in the bag Un-huh un-huh un-huh Just throw it in the bag |
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(Intro)
You know me, yea u niggas know me Been searching for good times man, can't seem to find none. Must be lost, We'll get em back though. (Chorus x2) I look around, like where the good times at? I'm just tryin to bring the good times back. (verse 1) DO you remember? Them good ol' things, Tag, skully, them good ol'games. Yea, those were the good ol' days, every hustler had good cocaine. Remba new now? That good ol' grease, for them good ol' waves, remba that good ol' fade? Remba that good ol' brush, that you kept in your back pocket, after that good ol' cut. Remba them good ol' block parties and cookouts, everybody on the block partyin and cookout. Nobody get shot during the cookout. Mayb a fight niggas box during the cookout. Niggas laugh, shout, during the cookout. Damn! How you get knocked out during the cookout? Remba ya good ol fam, that one dude you could count on ya good ol man? (my nigga) Remba that good ol jam? That drove u crazy, make u jus wanna hold cha lady (come here baby) Remba goin to that good ol flick, witcha good ol chick, and it didnt make u a trick? Remba waitin for them good ol holidays? Broke or not they was good ol holidays. As long as u had ur good on aunti, ur good ol nanny, your good ol family. Yep! (Chorus) Wont cha, wont cha come on back to me? (x3) Do you remember, them good ol nites? Smokin, drikin them good ol dice. To the deuce u rolled twice, Ace, damn gotta pay that good ol price. Remba them ol "yo MtV raps" man, i hope they bring yo mtv back. Remba Walkin through them good ol streets, new...MJ's on ya good ol feet? Remba, that good ol chain u used to wear, u aint know if it was fake you didnt care. Remba? taht good ol money you got that knot with the good ol 20 on top. Do ya? remba those good things, remba those hood thangs, remba feelin those hood pains? Remba those good ol friends u used to have? Pitch for u, those good ol friend taht made you laugh? Remba, the time you shared with the ones you loved? lost, the one above? Remba all the thing u wanted to be? Doctor, Lawyer, knew at least one you could be. Remba that good ol dream u used to have? Similar to the one Dr. King used to have. Remba everything about those good ol days, that make you say the good ol's changed. (Chorus x2) Wont cha, wont cha come on back to me? (x4) |
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| 4:10 |
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Jay-Z:
Turn the lights all the way Turn the lights all the way down What Uhhuh Yeah (Uhh) Come on Big flow (GGRRRRRR) Come on yeah come on Yo Yo J-A-Y, I flow sick Fuck all y'all haters blow dick I spits the game for those that throw bricks Money cash hoes money cash chicks what Sex murder and mayhem romance for the street Only wife of mines is a life of crime And since, life's a bitch in mini-skirts and big chests How can I not flirt with death That's life's a nigga, long as life prevent us We gonna send a lot and pray to Christ forgive us Fuck it Ice the wrists and raise the price on these niggaz Y'all cant floss on my level I'll invite you all to get wit us if ya ball is glitter When I go all the harlem playaz wall my picture If you get close enough you can read the scripture It reads money cash hoes how real was that nigga what Chorus: (repeat 2X) Money cash hoes money cash hoes (WHAT) Money cash hoes money cash hoes (UHH) Money cash hoes money cash hoes (COME ON) Money cash hoes (WHAT) hoes (WHAT) hoes (WHAT) Flavors robust platinum and gold touch Y'all rap now, fast money lets slow it up Niggaz try to stop Jay-Z to no luck Roc-A-Fella foreva CEO what what Us the villains, fuck your feelings While yall playa hate we in the upper millions Whats the dealings (huh) its like New York's been soft Ever since Snoop came through and crushed the buildings I'm tryin to restore the feelings fuck the law keep dealing More money more cash more chilling I know they gone criticize the hook on this song Like I give a fuck I'm just a crook on this song Bed-Stuy Brooknon took on the world Shit I led a life you can write a book on Sex murder and mayhem romance for the street Man and I tell ya itll be the best seller Chorus: (2X) DMX: D-M-X and my dogs bite Jigga my nigga rhyme all night Thugs for life one night with this rap shit Let em go and I bet they know what'll happen When we clap shit Actin like we owe em something Then we show em something Talk greasy I think they found em down the road or something Fuckin wit a madman in a bad mood Its like fuckin wit a mad dog that wasnt fed food And the only thing thats stoppin him is you Cause the only thing that he'll be droppin is you Topic include; choppin in two Drop it to Clue and the response from the street This was one dog that loves raw meat But gettin back to just cause I, love my niggaz I shed blood, for my niggaz Let a nigga holler where my niggaz All I'ma hear is right here my nigga Chorus: (2X) Roc-A-Fella shit uhhuh Ruff Ryders My nigga Swizz Uhhuh uhhuh Dont stop biatch Uh Uhhuh yeah Inspect the game yo |
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