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[Chaka Khan]
Oooh noo-ohhh, noo-ohhh Oooh noo-ohhh, noo-ohhh! Oooh noo-ohhh, noo-ohhh Oooh noo-ohhh, noo-ohhh! Chorus: Chaka Khan (repeat 2X) It ain't all good, and that's the truth Thangs ain't goin like you think they should - it's all on you [Chaka Khan] I don't care about what you think you see the thangs you want to know when you look at me God knows I done been through and paid my dues Can't change how you feel, cause it's - all on you-whoahhha-ohhh-yeah [Dove] I wish that, you could be a little bit more upfront Weigh the situation how you want (right) The lovin that you claim is just a four letter word The third letter's invitin so visualize the verb You curve thoughtways when you're handlin the candleabra so you sittin on the baby grand Transmittin like you're made of man but you paint a funny face like a chick When I see you I'ma tell you quick that uhh.. Chorus 1/2 [Dove] I can't believe we built this large pizza pie together No pepperoni Yeah you wanted extra cheese, sometimes I gave you extras How we divided slices like the Red Sea theory I was Moses hopelessly scorned by your thorn zapora Tried to bring that fairy-tale life, you wanted horror but my microscope couldn't see or cope with that I had to bolt from that, and left you dead in the sea It's better for me, I'm satisfied with reppin for D [Pos] We were certified hot, then dropped to lukewarm Now we back up in the spot, claimin never been gone Niggaz who cut us off, wanna reattach us now (Them girls who brushed us off, say they want some #'s to dial) Yeah I give that ass a number, and some lumber to pile Now catch a curve from my kick (or show me lovin by brick) So stick to the same plan, don't come shakin my hand like we peeps, it ain't beef but be sure to understand Between us, it ain't all.. Chorus [Pos] You see them kids be schemin on what we done copped [Cha] Always out there schemin! [Pos] They steady fiendin for the moment they can get us off the block [Cha] Why they always fiendin? [Pos] Your people might have your back, but you need to watch your front Indeed, ain't nothin guaranteed [Chaka Khan] That's the truth! Things ain't goin like you think they should [Pos] A lot say they wanna walk in my size 10's Aight then; here's a pair Lace 'em up tight then you might feel what was dealt to me You see ain't no young boys up in here; keep a clear head Tryin to keep my pockets on stuffed - like deer heads upon the wall, so all the gall we get from y'all DON'T FAZE So mind your biz and walk away cause I'm never gonna let you up inside my maze [Chaka Khan] I don't care about what you think you see the thangs you want to know when you look at me God knows I done been there and paid my dues I can't change how you feel, cause it's all, on you-whoahhha-ohhhhh Chorus [Chaka Khan ad libs to end] |
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Huh (huh) huh (huh) huh (huh) huh (huh)
Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) Lil Fame: Take minks off! Take things off! Take chains off! Take rings off! Bracelets is yapped, Fame came off! (Ante Up!) Everything off! Fool what you want? We stiflin them fools Fool what you want? Your life or your jewels? The rules, (back em down) next thing, (clap em down) Respect mine we Brooklyn bound, (bound! now, (now!) Billy Danze: Brownsville, home of the brave Put in work in the street like a slave Keep rugged dress code Always in this stress mode (That shit will send you to your grave) So? You think I don't know that? (BLOW!) Nigga hold that! (BLOW!) Nigga hold that! (BLOW!) Nigga hold that! From the street cousin, you know the drill I'm 900 and 99 thou short of a mill Chorus: Ante Up! Yap that fool! Ante Up! Kidnap that fool! It's the perfect timin, you see the man shinin Get up of them god damn diamonds! Huh! Ante Up! Yap that fool! Ante Up! Kidnap that fool! Get him (get him) get him! Hit him (hit him) hit him! Yap him! (Zap him!) Yap him! (Zap him!) Lil Fame: Them thugs you know, ain't friendly Them jewels you rock, make em envy You thinkin it's all good, you creep through a small hood Goons comin up outta cut for your goods and they all should Ante Up! Yap that fool You want big money, kidnap that fool! If you up in the club, back at your pis-tal money Catch them fools at the bar for that Cristal Money Billy Danze: The '87 stick up kids, (what you niggas sayin?) Get the fuck up out that 740 shorty I ain't playin It's fash that thang time, (bang) bang time Ante Up! Nigga, it's game time Hand over the ring, take over the chain Gimme the fuckin watch before I pop one in your brain Stop playin these childish games with me Represtentin 1-7-1-8, dangerously, nigga Chorus Lil Fame: I'm a street regulator, true playa hater Get back doen make yo' ass a mack spraya hater Things that we need, money, clothes, weed indeed Hats, food, booze, essentials, credentials Code of the streets, owners who creep Slow when you sleep, holdin the heat Put holes in your jeep, respect mine we streets It's the L-I L-F A-M (M!) E (E!) Billy Danze: Yeah, nigga Danze, gave you a chance Cuz I blazed your man,I'm in the room, he said he was strong I had reason to believe he had some shit up his sleeve all along (So?) Fuck you Your Honor! Check my persona! I'm strong enough for Old Gold and marijuana! I'ma do what I wanna, quiet as kept (Raise hell!) Till I was tired of stress, yes lord! Chorus Outro: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha... The fuck, the fuck, the fuck... Nigga! What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck... Ha, what First Family, First Family... Brooklyn... Yeah! |
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CNN - Invincible
(Primo mixing - Noreaga talking) (CNN, CNN, Capone and Noreaga, you know what I'm sayin) (The invincible, untouchable, CNN) For all the niggas who keep askin, when CNN gonna do a joint with Premier Ha, we did it, we here now, y'all niggas can stop askin Go cop the fuckin album, The Reunion (The invincible, untouchable, CNN) (The invincible, untouchable, CNN) But right now, CNN and Premier nigga, do it like this nigga (Noreaga) Yo, yo Melvin Flynt drop, my whole collasso stop I can't believe I fucked up and made a half-ass album My excuse is, my pops just died, and I ain't wanna make music My pops just died My fans stuck with me, my shit still went gold I got a habit just to drive, gettin head and I roam CNN, we like the Grand Royal, I write rhymes with the Coke oil Yo, Apollo heat See me, sell ??? right with ??? creep Got out the club, seen the police, Diallo deep I'm like Frank Mathis, see me blow my dough And any bitch givin head, if she blow I know Oh no, we had to go see Premo Taped it up, The Reunion, a brand new cut Up in D&D, stayin with some rats and some sluts From the projects, she know we need our welfare cut (Chorus - Primo mixing CNN) CNN, Network Channel 10 Yo, it's all reality I'm in it to win it, sit back picture that Yo respect it, the legacy'll never end CNN, Network Channel 10 Yo, it's all reality I'm in it to win it, sit back picture that Yo respect it, the legacy'll never end (Capone) Premo, what up man Yo, I'm not rowdy but I bang niggas and I pop collas I grind for the top dollars, fight rotweilers Put my hand on the Bible, tell it to the judge I'm a lie for my dunn, take it in blood I'm dot com, I drop bombs, kill ya squad Live like I'm still in the yard 'til I pop ya god For my niggas in the Bridge, with the 50 dollar Panasonics and the blank 8's Who rap chronic collab jake Whether we have not or have cake We got gas to get that straight, we movin at a fast rate My last case I got bail My first one, man did indicted, how I write it, sister can't stand it I smoke bud, get pissy, who could flow with me Staggerin, bang like the wild Aficans Spit gutter on a Premo beat, for the love of the street The only child, my little brother was he (Chorus) (Noreaga) Yo, yo, my thugs is bilingual You see my shit speak Spanish Disappearing acts make your whole team vanish From coast to coast I got them things Badda-boom-badda-bing, he the glorious king Another album, another plaque, another ounce and another mac Another chromed out gat Another place to face where I lace you at I put all type a wholes in ya face black (Capone) Yo, yo, who think I don't got it? I'm like workin with a bird, I got long product Give it to you raw, won't chop it New York niggas is foul, we body sling shit in the val' Them pregnant fiends, killin they child I'm the next best thing to "X", oral sex Brand new tecs, food stamps and welfare checks I'm the messiah, recognize it, political prisoner From the projects, I send shots where the cops is, nigga (Chorus) The invincible, untouchable, CNN The invincible, untouchable, CNN |
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| 3:55 |
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| 5:22 |
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| 2:41 |
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| 2:22 |
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| 3:55 |
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Shake ya ass
But watch ya self Shake ya ass Show me what you workin with Shake ya ass But watch ya self Shake ya ass i came here with my dick in my hand Don't make me leave here with my foot in yo ass Be cool and don't worry about how I'm rippin this shit When im flippin when im kickin nigga this just what I do I'm effervesecet and I'm off that crescent Nastier than a full grown German Shepherd Motherfucker keep steppin They don't fuck with me and they won't Yall bitches cant catch me and you won't Tell ya self bitch ass throw that pussy I'm proud of my poo nanny and a dollar for my booty You think I'm trippin bitch I ain't trippin I'm buyin if you got nice curves for your iceberg Drinkin here acting like it's do somethin to me Hope this indecent propose make you do somethin Fuck a dollar girl pick up fifty And fuck that coward you need a real nigga Off top a nigga bout hurtin shit Bend over hoe show me what you workin with Shake ya ass But watch ya self Shake ya ass Show me what you workin with Attention all yall blazin pimps Right now in the place to be I thought I told yall niggas before Yall niggas can't fuck with me Now this ain't for no small booties No circus that won't pass But if you feel you got the biggest one Then Imma come shake ya ass Shake ya ass But watch ya self Shake ya ass Show me what you workin with Shake ya ass But watch ya self Shake ya ass Show me what you workin with I think come with that fire like Aiyaaa Chocalate and bowlegged runnin up behind Go head get down pop lock at the cockhouse where the where the lie you know that want you go back to my house Man right cher wanna get under that dress right there Spicy cajun we gon best time over there You better stick a head on that there crawfish You gotta bend all a bigger over to dance off this Handle yo business but I know you do it way better You dead wrong So you totin by and niggas make noise When you pass by find yo fine ass on the floor girl This yo fuckin song Do yo thang dont be scured cause you gon get served Get mine and you gon get yours Niggas thang yo ass lovely Raise it up show you g strang hustlin huslin Attention all yall blazin pimps Right now in the place to be I thought I told yall niggas before Yall niggas can't fuck with me Now this ain't for no small booties No circus that won't pass But if you feel you got the biggest one Then Imma come shake ya ass Shake ya ass But watch ya self Shake ya ass Show me what you workin with Shake ya ass But watch ya self Shake ya ass Show me what you workin with Stop yo cryin hefer I need all that Got a job for you the braided up pimp is back Break them handcuffs fuck a nigga move somethin They ask you what you doin say ooohh nothin we been doin the past 2 somthin Been that pussy up now smooth fuckin You can betcha bottom that pussy fire you gon holla while you cry So don't be actin like you be backin that stuff up Girl in the club thats you got ass for Wobble wobble I'm infatuated Bitch ride dick like she makin a baby and I see that we gon have to go to a queit corner for just of two Don't worry about who lookin just doin what you do cuz Nigga like me gon get to workin for I know the girl Bitch whats happnin' let em see Show the world Attention all yall blazin pimps Right now in the place to be I thought I told yall niggas before Yall niggas can't fuck with me Now this ain't for no small booties No circus that won't pass But if you feel you got the biggest one Then Imma come shake ya ass Shake ya ass But watch ya self Shake ya ass Show me what you workin with Shake ya ass But watch ya self Shake ya ass Show me what you workin with Shake ya ass But watch ya self Shake ya ass Show me what you workin with Shake ya ass But watch ya self Shake ya ass Show me what you workin with |
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| 3:23 |
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Uhh.. boom...
Tick tick tick.. yeah.. 5'9 uhh Yo.. I'm the verbal-spit Smith Wesson I unload with sick spit the quick wick could split a split-second Bomb with a lit wick expression You here a tick tick then you testin.. My saliva and spit can split thread into fiber and bits So trust me, I'm as live as it gets Everybody claimin they the best and head the throne Since B.I.G is gone, if you ask me, they +Dead Wrong+ My flow is hotter than the flash from the click When the hammer slaps the bullet on the ass from the clip You wind up in a room full of my dawgs I'll have you feeling like a fire hydrant in a room full of dogs So come, come now, get pissed on, shitted on Tough talk turns to, 'Can't we all just get along' You get blazed when the mic's off, shot when it's on You probably ducked when they laid the gun shot in your song My gun strrr-utters when it speaks to you Utter shit to repeat to you Nothing the clip, then give a speech to you Me and Premier, we kind of the same in ways We both speak with our hands in dangerous ways Rap now is a circus of clowns A whole lot of lip from cliques I'd probably rap circles around I'm the next best to reach a peak formerly known as the best keep secret, I guess that I just leaked it (Boom!) Somebody better duck or (RUN) Somebody better (Watch out cuz he's bout to blow up) 'Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!' '..Royce 5'9' (Boom!) Somebody better duck or (RUN) Somebody better (Watch out cuz he's bout to blow up) 'Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!' '..Royce 5'9' I'm a motherfuckin star, I don't battle no mo' I provide the the gun clappin around of applause after ya show We can go toe to toe cuz they calling you hot Steppin around all ya punches like, 'That's all you got?' Everyday I'm meetin somebody and all of they peeps Quick to shake a nigga's hand and show me all of they teeth And these bitches I be pattin they asses They be all dumb and googly-eyed lookin at me, battin they lashes Rappers think Detroit niggaz not as down as them Or since I'm down with Slim that I sound like him Quick to judge me and tell me that my hook might sell And say faggot shit to me like I look like L My advice quit talking it's over I was knockin niggaz out when you was knockin sticks offa they shoulders I got dirt done in my past, I know y'all sweat I got regrets older than some of you so called vets Niggaz say I found God with the flow Bring the police to the studio and bring the bomb squad to the show Ain't a nigga touching mines When you listen to my shit - you don't chew, you don't breathe, you'll miss a fucking line Every time I spit, I tick to show you it's hot Leave me in the deck too long I blow up your box Boom! 'God..God-damn!' '..Royce 5'9' 'Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!' '..Royce.. 5'9' 'Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!' '..Royce 5'9' 'Boom..boom, bam, G...God-damn!' '...Royce 5'9' 'Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!' '..Royce.. 5'9' 'Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!' '..Royce 5'9' 'Boom..boom, bam, G...God-damn!' '...Royce 5'9' |
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watch ya step kid
watch ya step kid watch ya step kid watch ya step kid watch ya step kid watch ya step kid I smoke on the mic like smokin Joe Frazier The hell raiser raisin hell with the flavor Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan Swingin through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman So uhh tic toc and keep tickin While I get ya flippin off the shit I'm kickin The Lone Ranger code red danger Deep in the dark with the art to rip charts apart The vandal too hot to handle Ya battle you're sayin Goodbye like Tevin Campbell Roughneck Inspector Deck's on the set The rebel I make more noise than heavy metal The way I make the crowd go wild sit back relax won't smile Rae got it goin on pal call me the rap assassinator Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger And I'ma get mad deep like a threat blow up your project Then take all your assets Cause I came to shake the frame in half With the thoughts that bomb shit like math So if ya wanna try to flip go flip on the next man Cause I grab the clip and Hit ya with sixteen shots and more I got Goin to war with the meltin pot hot It's the Method Man for short Mr Meth Movin on your left And set it off get it off let it off like a gat I wanna break full cock me back Small change they puttin shame in the game I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame And like Fame my style'll live forever Niggaz crossin over but they don't know no better But I do true can I get a sue Nuff respect due to the one six I mean ohh yo check out the flow like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin Niggaz off because I'm hot like sauce The smoke from the lyrical Ooh what grab my nut get screwed Oww here comes my Shaolin style True B A B Y U to my crew with the suuue Yo ya best protect ya neck First things first man you're fuckin with the worst I'll be stickin pins in your head like a fuckin nurse I'll attack any nigga who's slack in his mack Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack Shame on you when you stepped through to The Ol Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zoo And I'll be damned if I let any man Come to my center you enter the winter Straight up and down that shit packed jam You can't slam don't let me get fool on him man The Ol Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin Ason Unique rollin with the night of the creeps Niggaz be rollin with a stash ain't sayin cash bite my style I'll bite your motherfuckin ass For cryin out loud my style is wild so book me Not long is how long that this rhyme took me Ejectin styles from my lethal weapon My pen that rocks from here to Oregon Here's Mordigan catch it like a psycho flashback I love gats if rap was a gun you wouldn't bust back I come with shit that's all types of shapes and sounds And where I lounge is my stompin grounds I give a order to my peeps across the water To go and snatch up props all around the border And get far like a shootin star Cause who I are is dim in the light of Pablo Escobar Point blank as I kick the square biz There it is you're fuckin with pros and there it goes Yo chill with the feedback black we don't need that It's ten o'clock hoe where the fuck's your seed at Feelin mad hostile ran the apostle Flowin like Christ when I speaks the gospel Stroll with the holy roll then attack the globe with the buckus style the ruckus ten times ten men committin mad sin Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fuckin chin Slayin boom bangs like African drums Comin around the mountain when I come Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment My clan increase like black unemployment Yeah another one dare G Gka Genius Take us the fuck outta here The Wu is too slammin for these Cold Killin labels Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel Be doin artists in like Cain did Abel Now they money's gettin stuck to the gum under the table That's what ya get when ya misuse what I invent Your empire falls and ya lose every cent For tryin to blow up a scrub Now that thought was just as bright as a 20 watt light bulb Should of pumped it when I rocked it Niggaz so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets This goes on in some companies With majors they're scared to death to pump these First of all who's your A&R A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar But he don't know the meaning of dope When he's lookin for a suit and tie rap that's cleaner than a bar of soap And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight Matter of fact bring out the girls and let's have a mud fight You best protect ya neck You best protect ya neck You best protect ya neck |
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