G-Dep

ACTIVE:	1990s -
BIRTH:	1978년 09월 12일 / 미국
DEBUT:	1999년 / Child of the Ghetto
STYLE:	팝 랩/힙합
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MANIADB:	maniadb/artist/121917

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Blast Off

G-Dep

3:38

from G-Dep - Child Of The Ghetto (2005)

[G. Dep] Yeah... Yeah, me and my man's and them Bad Boy nigga, and we don't stop We gon' blast off Come on to the top, blast off Yeah, yo Aiyyo, I take it up top for my peeps Cracks in they Jeeps, don't sleep till they 6 feet deep No 'lax' in my tracks they potent F**k homicide, I'ma ride, keep smokin' Like cigarettes, Dep came through, killed ya I keep smokin' till the bullshit filter Number 1 contenders, I put 'em on injured reserve When I swerve hit nerves ?mores trap to mold in? And everybody know what's golden, matter of fact platinum, Once I explode and I, burn up the road and Cruise around the globe, the cops thinkin' it's stolen Understand, the world's in my hand Bitch play the front G. Dep in this scam, no stunt And I'ma show you how to lay back do a buck while you puff on a sac Cause yo, I'm about to blast off - Straight to the chase, cause everybody know what's the case Aiyyo, I'ma about to blast off Straight to the point, aiyyo, yo, light another joint Nigga, I'ma blast off Right to the top, aiyyo, no, I ain't gon stop yo Straight to the dome, you entered in the Bad Boy zone Nigga, I'ma blast off [Mark Curry] Yo, yo, uh Who's a nigga harder than me? On the boats, make it known how the slaughterin' be Damn, Curry ain't the shit? Put the name in your mouth Got it different? You ain't on what you talkin' about I'm feelin' for whoever test me, pity for whoever second guess me Bustin' off in her mouth, catch me Feelin' my shit, straight through the cealin' with this Know how to ?manhand'? it's real as it get Gutters of the street where my mind be Bet your block love it, find me only with the grimy Play the game, get you a 'zil' Forever, put you until, it fit me to kill Heat, got it with me still Out like your motherf**kin' guns bust, BLAOW Flip the game over, see me, we be, untouched Sure shot, hit again, spit it grim, anytime, anyplace Bitch, I'm about to- [G. Dep] Blast off, yo I get it poppin' When I rock, yo it's non-stoppin' Yo, I'm about to blast off See me at the show, when I rock everybody know Bottles gon' pop, cause when I rock, everybody rock Aiyyo, I'm about to blast off Aiyyo, I'm about to blast off Straight to the top, cause everybody know this is hot Aiyyo son, I'm about to blast off, like an astronaut [Loon] Niggas don't wanna see a nigga blast the glock Niggas don't wanna see a nigga flash the rocks And pop up in the flashy drop - motherf**kers Niggas know me, Loon's a gunslinger F**k fightin' a nigga, I'm usin' one finger Expect to die, I'd rather sit in a chair, electrified Catch one of you rap cats in the 'Humdinger' Some niggas get shot, live and become singers Than to stand here and testify We ?Joy Jefferson? walk, out of federal court But, other than that though, we never get caught We gettin' bread in New York, ain't better the sport So whatever you thought, you can use whatever support But, I think it's best you go 'head and just walk Or have the cops find traces of lead in your corpse Yo, I'm about to- Blast off- [G. Dep] Straight to the chase, cause everybody know what's the case Aiyyo, I'ma about to blast off Straight to the point, aiyyo, yo, light another joint Nigga, I'ma blast off Right to the top, aiyyo, no, I ain't gon stop yo Nigga, I'ma blast off Straight to the dome, you entered in the Bad Boy zone

[G. Dep] Yeah... Yeah, me and my man's and them Bad Boy nigga, and we don't stop We gon' blast off Come on to the top, blast off Yeah, yo  Aiyyo, I take it up top for my peeps Cracks in they Jeeps, don't sleep till they 6 feet deep No 'lax' in my tracks they potent F**k homicide, I'ma ride, keep smokin' Like cigarettes, Dep came through, killed ya I keep smokin' till the bullshit filter Number 1 contenders, I put 'em on injured reserve When I swerve hit nerves ?mores trap to mold in? And everybody know what's golden, matter of fact platinum,  Once I explode and I, burn up the road and Cruise around the globe, the cops thinkin' it's stolen Understand, the world's in my hand Bitch play the front G. Dep in this scam, no stunt And I'ma show you how to lay back do a buck while you puff on a sac Cause yo, I'm about to blast off -  Straight to the chase, cause everybody know what's the case Aiyyo, I'ma about to blast off Straight to the point, aiyyo, yo, light another joint Nigga, I'ma blast off Right to the top, aiyyo, no, I ain't gon stop yo Straight to the dome, you entered in the Bad Boy zone Nigga, I'ma blast off  [Mark Curry] Yo, yo, uh Who's a nigga harder than me? On the boats, make it known how the slaughterin' be Damn, Curry ain't the shit? Put the name in your mouth Got it different? You ain't on what you talkin' about I'm feelin' for whoever test me, pity for whoever second guess me Bustin' off in her mouth, catch me Feelin' my shit, straight through the cealin' with this Know how to ?manhand'? it's real as it get Gutters of the street where my mind be Bet your block love it, find me only with the grimy Play the game, get you a 'zil' Forever, put you until, it fit me to kill Heat, got it with me still Out like your motherf**kin' guns bust, BLAOW Flip the game over, see me, we be, untouched Sure shot, hit again, spit it grim, anytime, anyplace Bitch, I'm about to-  [G. Dep] Blast off, yo I get it poppin' When I rock, yo it's non-stoppin' Yo, I'm about to blast off See me at the show, when I rock everybody know Bottles gon' pop, cause when I rock, everybody rock Aiyyo, I'm about to blast off Aiyyo, I'm about to blast off Straight to the top, cause everybody know this is hot  Aiyyo son, I'm about to blast off, like an astronaut [Loon] Niggas don't wanna see a nigga blast the glock Niggas don't wanna see a nigga flash the rocks And pop up in the flashy drop - motherf**kers Niggas know me, Loon's a gunslinger F**k fightin' a nigga, I'm usin' one finger Expect to die, I'd rather sit in a chair, electrified Catch one of you rap cats in the 'Humdinger' Some niggas get shot, live and become singers Than to stand here and testify We ?Joy Jefferson? walk, out of federal court But, other than that though, we never get caught We gettin' bread in New York, ain't better the sport So whatever you thought, you can use whatever support But, I think it's best you go 'head and just walk Or have the cops find traces of lead in your corpse Yo, I'm about to-  Blast off- [G. Dep] Straight to the chase, cause everybody know what's the case Aiyyo, I'ma about to blast off Straight to the point, aiyyo, yo, light another joint Nigga, I'ma blast off Right to the top, aiyyo, no, I ain't gon stop yo Nigga, I'ma blast off Straight to the dome, you entered in the Bad Boy zone

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Child Of The Ghetto

G-Dep

3:43

from G-Dep - Child Of The Ghetto (2005)

Yo, yeah, yo Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo Uhh, uhh, G. Dep! [G. Dep] A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me Rippin it runnin and gunnin and aimin for me Livin the scripture the picture they painted for me Yo.. (yeah, uhh, yeah) I guess you niggaz told me right and exact Shak, shak, right in his back I might just crack while I'm writin this rap I tell you how I feel and that's part of the deal From even, a tire that snap, I'm light in the sack I'm like, Seagal with the steel but "Harder to Kill" Won't be a second we won't; they lettin me go It's real, big Beans up for lettin me know Fifteen bet and you blow, better get dough Since pays wisen your ways, allow me to grow Aiyyo (yo) swing yeah back to the scene Seven-four-eight-oh, can't recall in between Whole state pulsate, we can wrinkle the town Park jams dark shams niggaz breakin it down Didn't know the blocks were where the spots would lead us Niggaz rock the heaters, my clique rocked Adidas But hey.. [Chorus] Livin the scripture the picture they painted for me A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me Rippin it runnin and gunnin and aimin for me Knew what it wasn't, it wasn't the game or the greed A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me Livin the scripture the picture they painted for me Niggaz that know me they told me the game it could be - CRAZY Niggaz is gamin they ain't who they claimin to be [G. Dep] I take you back to the scene of the stunt Scene of that rhyme and you can think what you want Got boom got boom, put shit in the air (yeah yeah yeah) And if you.. and if you tell me you can get it from here Get us some gear to get us in here Waited years to get a premier and did it from here Harlem - citizen where the kid is in gear, guard him Niggaz in here, who get it in here, we are them Take you back to the 80's around Polo Grounds, Uptown, eight-eighty a pound Niggaz hit the rooftop, y'all was roofin the rocks Other niggaz shoe tops, only youth on the block You dig me - movin in tops and movin these rocks You get it - we movin them blocks to move in them drops Skiddin - I guess the niggaz told me right and exact When they said stop fightin and stack it - get the money nigga [Chorus] Eighty-one I had fun, eight-two I was new [G. Dep] Eighty-five it got live, eight-six in the mix Eight-three I did me, eight-four I had grew Eighty-seven in the kicks, eighty-eight in the whips Eighty-nine I had the grind, now I know it was flow Nine-three was the key, nine-four was sure Ninety-one we got guns, ninety-two it was dough Nine-five took a dive, nine-six I was poor Nine-seven did eleven now I'm made out the gate Shit, I thought I'd give housing a break Nine-nine spit rhymes two-thousand and straight.. Sit back, countin the cake, and lounge in estates, but yo [Chorus - 2X (to fade)]

Yo, yeah, yo Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo Uhh, uhh, G. Dep!  [G. Dep] A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me Rippin it runnin and gunnin and aimin for me Livin the scripture the picture they painted for me Yo.. (yeah, uhh, yeah)  I guess you niggaz told me right and exact Shak, shak, right in his back I might just crack while I'm writin this rap I tell you how I feel and that's part of the deal From even, a tire that snap, I'm light in the sack I'm like, Seagal with the steel but "Harder to Kill" Won't be a second we won't; they lettin me go It's real, big Beans up for lettin me know Fifteen bet and you blow, better get dough Since pays wisen your ways, allow me to grow Aiyyo (yo) swing yeah back to the scene Seven-four-eight-oh, can't recall in between Whole state pulsate, we can wrinkle the town Park jams dark shams niggaz breakin it down Didn't know the blocks were where the spots would lead us Niggaz rock the heaters, my clique rocked Adidas But hey..  [Chorus] Livin the scripture the picture they painted for me A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me Rippin it runnin and gunnin and aimin for me Knew what it wasn't, it wasn't the game or the greed A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me Livin the scripture the picture they painted for me Niggaz that know me they told me the game it could be - CRAZY  Niggaz is gamin they ain't who they claimin to be [G. Dep] I take you back to the scene of the stunt Scene of that rhyme and you can think what you want Got boom got boom, put shit in the air (yeah yeah yeah) And if you.. and if you tell me you can get it from here Get us some gear to get us in here Waited years to get a premier and did it from here Harlem - citizen where the kid is in gear, guard him Niggaz in here, who get it in here, we are them Take you back to the 80's around Polo Grounds, Uptown, eight-eighty a pound Niggaz hit the rooftop, y'all was roofin the rocks Other niggaz shoe tops, only youth on the block You dig me - movin in tops and movin these rocks You get it - we movin them blocks to move in them drops Skiddin - I guess the niggaz told me right and exact When they said stop fightin and stack it - get the money nigga  [Chorus]  Eighty-one I had fun, eight-two I was new [G. Dep] Eighty-five it got live, eight-six in the mix Eight-three I did me, eight-four I had grew Eighty-seven in the kicks, eighty-eight in the whips Eighty-nine I had the grind, now I know it was flow Nine-three was the key, nine-four was sure Ninety-one we got guns, ninety-two it was dough Nine-five took a dive, nine-six I was poor Nine-seven did eleven now I'm made out the gate Shit, I thought I'd give housing a break Nine-nine spit rhymes two-thousand and straight.. Sit back, countin the cake, and lounge in estates, but yo [Chorus - 2X (to fade)]

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Danger Zone

G-Dep

4:08

from G-Dep - Child Of The Ghetto (2005)

[background ad libs by P. Diddy] (Danger) (Danger) (Ah ah ah) (Danger) Today is the day we ride, you's a made your whole f**king family by This is how we ride, see me, smoking that seaweed Y'all gonna see me today F**k that, when we come through just crowd Crowd up around y'all listen to the sound Yo, this is for the way we rock Thinkin' Bad Boy gonna stop, we not Yo, we step up in the scene like oh! You hear their flow and then there they go There the brain go every single time In the Range Ro' see the ringers go blind Put it in perspective, reflection in step Easily approached, smokin' on the roach in coach Step to the left while I rep it to the death til I'm so high I'm on another plane Hey, every f**king spot we go, we just rock you see now we know F**kin' news cameras they want to get the footage Wanna grind out find out where my hood is Let's just say that this is how we put it, down Y'all niggas cool out and lounge F**k around, radios down this Now, every f**king spot we go Say we go round this bullshit straight to the plate Gust when you thought we would stop, we go What you talk about we could do it all day, what you say now Came a long way from them nice hallways [Hook 1] Now this jam here be the Danger Zone (danger) Everywhere I go got a Danger Zone (danger) Niggas can't roam to the Danger Zone (danger) You gotta have chrome in the Danger Zone (danger) You won't come home from the Danger Zone (danger) Cause you all alone in the Danger Zone (danger) Can't call home from the Danger Zone (danger) Lounge homeboy, you in the Danger Zone (danger) If you don't know you better (ah ah ah) Get your coverage, got no money for the show then dub it Make moves forward, get on with the green Put it up in smoke, when the album wrote Get the white out, I'm a blow wit ya team Cadillac on spokes and it ain't a f**kin' joke Ain't no laughin', straight up mashing Catch me in a brand new ate up Madison Magazine ads and G-Dep has it Bad Boy classic, that boy acid Stacking is all we know, catch you before we go world That's it, blowing up your audio Yeah, This is just the way we roll Got a bank roll, I'm a get it on swoll F**k the parole, catch me in Cancun Niggas wanna know when my joint go boom, soon [Hook 2] Now this jam here be the Danger Zone (danger) Niggas can't roam to the Danger Zone (danger) Everywhere I go got a Danger Zone (danger) You gotta have chrome in the Danger Zone (danger) You won't come home from the Danger Zone (danger) Can't call home from the Danger Zone (danger) 'cause ain't no phones in the Danger Zone (danger) Lounge homeboy, you in the Danger Zone (danger) Fully loaded full pound (ah ah ah) is a dangerous sound My aim gear is sound, type like wind is Got me aimin' to pound on dangerous ground to changin' the cloud and it rains on the crowd You blazin' this loud, you raisin' your brow in amazement Astounded, your plane been grounded Name been clowned and your brain been found in the Asian brown bin with flies around it Look what the pound did, not like the brown kid Then look around 'cause you're quite surrounded Fight the rounds but can't find the rounds Spoon fed in the hospital bed when I popped you that might swipe you down, it looks like you're down, kid Cops still the head so I'm hostile in Fed, so Ain't shit the doctor you dead Start listening to gospel instead [Hook 3] Lounge homeboy, you in the Danger Zone (danger) Niggas don't roam to the Danger Zone (danger) Everywhere I go is a Danger Zone (danger) You won't come home from the Danger Zone (danger) You gotta have chrome in the Danger Zone (danger) Cause you all alone in the Danger Zone (danger) Can't call home from the Danger Zone (danger) Cause ain't no phones in the Danger Zone (danger) [Hook 4] Now everybody know about the Danger Zone (danger) Little mutherf**kers and their age is grown (danger) Lotta niggas had to get their fame you blown (danger) You gotta know the codes in the Danger Zone (danger) Just to get known in the Danger Zone (danger) Niggas unload in the Danger Zone (danger) Shit might explode in the Danger Zone (danger) You gotta blaze your chrome or change is on (danger) (ahh ahh ahh)

[background ad libs by P. Diddy] (Danger) (Danger) (Ah ah ah)  (Danger) Today is the day we ride, you's a made your whole f**king family by This is how we ride, see me, smoking that seaweed Y'all gonna see me today F**k that, when we come through just crowd Crowd up around y'all listen to the sound Yo, this is for the way we rock Thinkin' Bad Boy gonna stop, we not Yo, we step up in the scene like oh! You hear their flow and then there they go There the brain go every single time In the Range Ro' see the ringers go blind Put it in perspective, reflection in step Easily approached, smokin' on the roach in coach Step to the left while I rep it to the death til I'm so high I'm on another plane Hey, every f**king spot we go, we just rock you see now we know F**kin' news cameras they want to get the footage Wanna grind out find out where my hood is Let's just say that this is how we put it, down Y'all niggas cool out and lounge F**k around, radios down this Now, every f**king spot we go Say we go round this bullshit straight to the plate Gust when you thought we would stop, we go What you talk about we could do it all day, what you say now Came a long way from them nice hallways [Hook 1]  Now this jam here be the Danger Zone (danger) Everywhere I go got a Danger Zone (danger) Niggas can't roam to the Danger Zone (danger) You gotta have chrome in the Danger Zone (danger) You won't come home from the Danger Zone (danger) Cause you all alone in the Danger Zone (danger) Can't call home from the Danger Zone (danger) Lounge homeboy, you in the Danger Zone (danger)  If you don't know you better (ah ah ah) Get your coverage, got no money for the show then dub it Make moves forward, get on with the green Put it up in smoke, when the album wrote Get the white out, I'm a blow wit ya team Cadillac on spokes and it ain't a f**kin' joke Ain't no laughin', straight up mashing Catch me in a brand new ate up Madison Magazine ads and G-Dep has it Bad Boy classic, that boy acid Stacking is all we know, catch you before we go world That's it, blowing up your audio Yeah, This is just the way we roll Got a bank roll, I'm a get it on swoll F**k the parole, catch me in Cancun Niggas wanna know when my joint go boom, soon  [Hook 2] Now this jam here be the Danger Zone (danger) Niggas can't roam to the Danger Zone (danger) Everywhere I go got a Danger Zone (danger) You gotta have chrome in the Danger Zone (danger) You won't come home from the Danger Zone (danger) Can't call home from the Danger Zone (danger) 'cause ain't no phones in the Danger Zone (danger)  Lounge homeboy, you in the Danger Zone (danger) Fully loaded full pound (ah ah ah) is a dangerous sound My aim gear is sound, type like wind is Got me aimin' to pound on dangerous ground to changin' the cloud and it rains on the crowd You blazin' this loud, you raisin' your brow in amazement Astounded, your plane been grounded Name been clowned and your brain been found in the Asian brown bin with flies around it Look what the pound did, not like the brown kid Then look around 'cause you're quite surrounded Fight the rounds but can't find the rounds Spoon fed in the hospital bed when I popped you that might swipe you down, it looks like you're down, kid Cops still the head so I'm hostile in Fed, so Ain't shit the doctor you dead Start listening to gospel instead  [Hook 3] Lounge homeboy, you in the Danger Zone (danger) Niggas don't roam to the Danger Zone (danger) Everywhere I go is a Danger Zone (danger) You won't come home from the Danger Zone (danger) You gotta have chrome in the Danger Zone (danger) Cause you all alone in the Danger Zone (danger) Can't call home from the Danger Zone (danger) Cause ain't no phones in the Danger Zone (danger)  [Hook 4] Now everybody know about the Danger Zone (danger) Little mutherf**kers and their age is grown (danger) Lotta niggas had to get their fame you blown (danger) You gotta know the codes in the Danger Zone (danger) Just to get known in the Danger Zone (danger) Niggas unload in the Danger Zone (danger) Shit might explode in the Danger Zone (danger) You gotta blaze your chrome or change is on (danger) (ahh ahh ahh)

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Doe Fiend

G-Dep

3:32

from G-Dep - Child Of The Ghetto (2005)

Everyday

G-Dep

3:42

from G-Dep - Child Of The Ghetto (2005)

A yo, I walk down the block with my stomach in knots Spent time hustling, running from cops Broke as a joke, no ends at all Can't play ball and my Timbs is small Can't buy trees with government cheese I rather be where its breeze, niggas bubbling ki's My moms got two jobs one on her knees and writin letters to the governor "Please call off the deeds" My baby mother with another brother with cash I solve all my problems with indo and hash My landlord's a jerk, the water don't work and drive by roll down the window and laugh Bought my daughter a Nintendo now she calling it Dad My little sister twelve and she bought her own skirt Shit's twisted, opportunity not but I missed it Talk blunts and boys and she'll jump for joy Rather do Kirk than do her homework Out in the park gettin lifted and it don't make a difference So now I'm sittin here shit out of luck without a buck So do you hear me? I got to know I got to go 'Cause if you don't I'll come up close and say it clearly I strive for my pay each and every way but this type of shit it happens everyday It's like I'm trapped in a maze walk around in a daze I won't rest 'til I'm paid or I'm down in my grave I wanna look tough, but my sneakers is scuffed Everyday pants in the week is enough I had a little money but it came and it went Now its either pay the rent or stay in a tent and it don't make sense how the shit is intense and all you got up in your pocket is lint, you get the hint? I had a cigarette for breakfast, just for beginners Cried for my lunch and sleep for dinner He called me everything except for a winner I tried to go to church, priest called me a sinner I'm walking in the rain wishing things would change It ain't a game, mad I pawned all the rings and chains Emotionally scarred form losing my job Pass the nod nigga, times is hard [CHORUS] So do you hear me? 'Cause if you don't I'll come up close and say it clearly I got to know, I got to go I strive for my pay each and every way but this type of shit it happens everyday Now would you check me? If I was you and you was me, would you respect me? I got to know I got to go I strive for my pay each and every way but this type of shit it happens everyday a pair of blue and yellow dunks and my hundreds in chunks I ain't gonna front, all I want is a blunt But, people see me, put they purse to the front I'm waking up early on the first of the month Honeys don't respect when you call 'em collect and it's 25 cent you can call 'em direct I put my life on the line I ain't making a dime Nigga call me "Never mind , man you're wastin' your time" A yo, I'm livin' in the ghetto and I'm tryin' to survive At the same time a nigga rolling by in a five Can find a drive for a 9-5 And I ain't got no smoke, the elevator broke It's like I only get by when I'm feeling the high I'm at the end of my rope tryin to find a way to cope I'm sipping on Gin thinking how I could win I don't know where it begins but this is where it could end [CHORUS]

A yo, I walk down the block with my stomach in knots Spent time hustling, running from cops Broke as a joke, no ends at all Can't play ball and my Timbs is small Can't buy trees with government cheese I rather be where its breeze, niggas bubbling ki's My moms got two jobs one on her knees and writin letters to the governor "Please call off the deeds" My baby mother with another brother with cash I solve all my problems with indo and hash My landlord's a jerk, the water don't work and drive by roll down the window and laugh Bought my daughter a Nintendo now she calling it Dad My little sister twelve and she bought her own skirt Shit's twisted, opportunity not but I missed it Talk blunts and boys and she'll jump for joy Rather do Kirk than do her homework Out in the park gettin lifted and it don't make a difference So now I'm sittin here shit out of luck without a buck  So do you hear me? I got to know I got to go 'Cause if you don't I'll come up close and say it clearly I strive for my pay each and every way but this type of shit it happens everyday It's like I'm trapped in a maze walk around in a daze I won't rest 'til I'm paid or I'm down in my grave  I wanna look tough, but my sneakers is scuffed Everyday pants in the week is enough I had a little money but it came and it went Now its either pay the rent or stay in a tent and it don't make sense how the shit is intense and all you got up in your pocket is lint, you get the hint? I had a cigarette for breakfast, just for beginners Cried for my lunch and sleep for dinner He called me everything except for a winner I tried to go to church, priest called me a sinner I'm walking in the rain wishing things would change It ain't a game, mad I pawned all the rings and chains Emotionally scarred form losing my job Pass the nod nigga, times is hard  [CHORUS] So do you hear me? 'Cause if you don't I'll come up close and say it clearly I got to know, I got to go I strive for my pay each and every way but this type of shit it happens everyday Now would you check me? If I was you and you was me, would you respect me? I got to know I got to go I strive for my pay each and every way  but this type of shit it happens everyday a pair of blue and yellow dunks and my hundreds in chunks I ain't gonna front, all I want is a blunt But, people see me, put they purse to the front I'm waking up early on the first of the month Honeys don't respect when you call 'em collect and it's 25 cent you can call 'em direct I put my life on the line I ain't making a dime Nigga call me "Never mind , man you're wastin' your time" A yo, I'm livin' in the ghetto and I'm tryin' to survive At the same time a nigga rolling by in a five Can find a drive for a 9-5 And I ain't got no smoke, the elevator broke It's like I only get by when I'm feeling the high I'm at the end of my rope tryin to find a way to cope I'm sipping on Gin thinking how I could win I don't know where it begins but this is where it could end  [CHORUS]

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I Am

G-Dep

3:59

from G-Dep - Child Of The Ghetto (2005)

(Kool G Rap) G Rap with my nigga G-Dep We about to do it Gorilla style, u heard Y'all niggaz ain't ready for it It's a Igloo-Badboy collabo thing u know Coming rambo style nigga 2 guns up Y'all niggaz better duck down I'll get your cap lifted off Thats how we doing it for the new millennium u heard (G Dep) Everybody high, don't nobody say hello Regardless of the wait i'm gonna stay straight ghetto Even when the sunshining it ain't yellow Get out of the borough Niggas play ball, AWOL, on the furlow If u know it ain't thorough Still came down on the furl and pumped hero Keep it clean as Ajax Red and grey Macs While u niggas pay tax Ghettos sling cracks Now how ghetto is this u can catch me in your hallway taking a piss One hand on my dick one hand on a spliff Burnt lips from the roach clip, yellow tips If we aint closed it I get ferocious In your car motion I cause commotion Know this whole shit will leave me in them roaches And i probably need some lotion But i don't get f**ked (CHORUS) (G Dep (sung)) I am (a ghetto nigga) A ghetto nigga you can tell in a talk On the corner selling the snort It's hell in New York Won't stop for a minute cops telling you hawk Fake guards telling you pork Settle for shorts Running from court New ports, criminal thoughts On the blocks bodies acourt Nobody supports (Rakim) It's a ghetto nigga thorough niggas that get cake Five boroughs of niggaz do his ? a ? flip weight Change garments to trick Jake, u dis jake I want it yo I got warrants in six states They come in a stolen whip with switched plates Stickers hate I never leave a bread to trace Only evidence I leave is hickies on chicks' face In the corner with the crooked niggas But yo shit's straight We start war to leave with these seven revolvers Sell case never test the floor Sticky yank slicking enough y'all To creep up like grand-moma and bust y'all I'm a man enough to put on a dress Get close enough to part your vest and tux off But I got fam up north Who would have thought the lady with the car would crush y'all Too smart to get caught So if they put me in coughs (CHORUS) I'll call f**k y'all (Kool G Rap) Knock back the hammer smell the Pop that cantelope For the venom in my python spit It ain't no antidote Jackpot from crack blocks I was a man of dope Snapshots to get your camera broke You hoes used to plan a gross With the hands toast Close and stand opposed Rubber bands she knows Razor blade tuck the side the line Grams of the coke The banter of the coke Watching niggas die with my hand on their doe Singing with the bass And wash up the ?land? when they float Should have watched the ground when u spoke Choking on your own words One last final approach Make your whole family ghost Bust bottles of cham and and we toast Till your photo stamped in the post Sex gland cut off jammed in ur throat Man are u gross Bitch hanging from the lampost We shoot from up close Blow canners the most Nigga we own the coast Catch an overdose (G Dep (sung)) I am (a ghetto nigga) (X2) (Fade Out)

(Kool G Rap) G Rap with my nigga G-Dep We about to do it Gorilla style, u heard Y'all niggaz ain't ready for it It's a Igloo-Badboy collabo thing u know Coming rambo style nigga 2 guns up Y'all niggaz better duck down I'll get your cap lifted off Thats how we doing it for the new millennium u heard  (G Dep) Everybody high, don't nobody say hello Regardless of the wait i'm gonna stay straight ghetto Even when the sunshining it ain't yellow Get out of the borough Niggas play ball, AWOL, on the furlow If u know it ain't thorough Still came down on the furl and pumped hero Keep it clean as Ajax Red and grey Macs While u niggas pay tax Ghettos sling cracks Now how ghetto is this u can catch me in your hallway taking a piss One hand on my dick one hand on a spliff Burnt lips from the roach clip, yellow tips If we aint closed it I get ferocious In your car motion I cause commotion Know this whole shit will leave me in them roaches And i probably need some lotion But i don't get f**ked  (CHORUS) (G Dep (sung)) I am  (a ghetto nigga) A ghetto nigga you can tell in a talk On the corner selling the snort It's hell in New York Won't stop for a minute cops telling you hawk Fake guards telling you pork Settle for shorts Running from court New ports, criminal thoughts On the blocks bodies acourt Nobody supports  (Rakim) It's a ghetto nigga thorough niggas that get cake Five boroughs of niggaz do his ? a ? flip weight Change garments to trick Jake, u dis jake I want it yo I got warrants in six states They come in a stolen whip with switched plates Stickers hate I never leave a bread to trace Only evidence I leave is hickies on chicks' face In the corner with the crooked niggas But yo shit's straight We start war to leave with these seven revolvers Sell case never test the floor Sticky yank slicking enough y'all To creep up like grand-moma and bust y'all I'm a man enough to put on a dress Get close enough to part your vest and tux off But I got fam up north Who would have thought the lady with the car would crush y'all Too smart to get caught So if they put me in coughs  (CHORUS) I'll call f**k y'all  (Kool G Rap) Knock back the hammer smell the Pop that cantelope For the venom in my python spit It ain't no antidote Jackpot from crack blocks I was a man of dope Snapshots to get your camera broke You hoes used to plan a gross With the hands toast Close and stand opposed Rubber bands she knows Razor blade tuck the side the line Grams of the coke The banter of the coke Watching niggas die with my hand on their doe Singing with the bass And wash up the ?land? when they float Should have watched the ground when u spoke Choking on your own words One last final approach Make your whole family ghost Bust bottles of cham and and we toast Till your photo stamped in the post Sex gland cut off jammed in ur throat Man are u gross Bitch hanging from the lampost We shoot from up close Blow canners the most Nigga we own the coast Catch an overdose (G Dep (sung))   I am (a ghetto nigga) (X2)  (Fade Out)

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I Want The World To See

G-Dep

3:55

from G-Dep - Child Of The Ghetto (2005)

Intro

G-Dep

1:04

from G-Dep - Child Of The Ghetto (2005)

It's All Over

G-Dep

4:27

from G-Dep - Child Of The Ghetto (2005)

(feat. Carl Thomas)

(God Bless My Soul) [x4]
Fuck it, Get what you got to get and lets get going
Today is the day man

Nigga this is it
Your life and your word aint shit, spit
This real as it get
Plus, theres no one you can trust
Love what, do it for the lust
Trust, its never to much
Got to get the money in my clutch
Case close shut
Split a nigga gut
Right through the middle like a dutch
Never did like them much, my man
Gather up the artilery
You feelin' me?
What gives, tryin to live its killin me
Its all about the whips
Chicks with the hips
Runnin the number hole, take the chips, ya slips?
Do the dip
See time is movin quick, runnin' out
No time for dumbin out
I got one live to live
A wife, a kid
And I still didnt get the ring or the crib
Look what I did!

[chorus, Carl Thomas]

Whatcha' gonna do?
When the G's in the Ree's then the peeps come knockin at your door
When they come for you
And you know, Its all over!
I'm to swift for you
Cause I keep my game trunk tight and a free nigga ride
Heres my gift to you
Now you know, its all over!

[gun click]

You know what this is (gun blast)
Hughs showed you to get bizz
And what I gotta do to get big
Dick believe, its all about your speed
Cars cash weed
Its all a nigga need, indeed
Seems I was the seed in greed
Born in bullshit
Guns was four-cliped
Finding my self wheres nuns and poor pits
Bring it
Step on streets and get to slingin
Im about to make it hot like piss
Been hungry before but not like this
If lifes a bitch
She needs to get cookin
And cause that fools to get jewels and shit tookin
Baby need milk
When I do it up I need silk
Scales on tilt
Thats how a nigga built
I need my money torn like wealth on stilts
Niggas fuck around and get a nigga kilt

[chorus, Carl Thomas]

Whatcha' gonna do?
When the G's in the Ree's then the peeps come knockin at your door
When they come for you
And you know, Its all over!
I'm to swift for you
Cause I keep my game trunk tight and a free nigga ride
Heres my gift to you
Now you know, its all over!

Know why, im the antonim of rich consimamon of poor
How could you think of winnin on the floor
Your not sure, take the game and went shopin
Your not pure, took the shot for
A penny for your thought, a nickle for a kiss
Well I aint got a nickle for ya miss
Im all up in a twist
Fuck all the glamer and the gliss
Ima' hop and skip
Put a slammer in the mix
Till ya is or ya here, the hammer gonna click...Clack [gun click]
Causing you to yelp "GET BACK"!
I want the cake
The early american china plate
The meetin out of drapes
And bottles of Alizae
So I can put my hoes on Surgio Valitain
Hey, smile and say
"money made my day"
Man Im tellin you the plan
Everythings a scam
Sex cars, put the money in my hand

[chorus, Carl Thomas]

Whatcha' gonna do?
When the G's in the Ree's then the peeps come knockin at your door
When they come for you
And you know, Its all over!
I'm to swift for you
Cause I keep my game trunk tight and a free nigga ride
Heres my gift to you
Now you know, its all over!

(feat. Carl Thomas)

(God Bless My Soul) [x4]
Fuck it, Get what you got to get and lets get going
Today is the day man

Nigga this is it
Your life and your word aint shit, spit
This real as it get
Plus, theres no one you can trust
Love what, do it for the lust
Trust, its never to much
Got to get the money in my clutch
Case close shut
Split a nigga gut
Right through the middle like a dutch
Never did like them much, my man
Gather up the artilery
You feelin' me?
What gives, tryin to live its killin me
Its all about the whips
Chicks with the hips
Runnin the number hole, take the chips, ya slips?
Do the dip
See time is movin quick, runnin' out
No time for dumbin out
I got one live to live
A wife, a kid
And I still didnt get the ring or the crib
Look what I did!

[chorus, Carl Thomas]

Whatcha' gonna do?
When the G's in the Ree's then the peeps come knockin at your door
When they come for you
And you know, Its all over!
I'm to swift for you
Cause I keep my game trunk tight and a free nigga ride
Heres my gift to you
Now you know, its all over!

[gun click]

You know what this is (gun blast)
Hughs showed you to get bizz
And what I gotta do to get big
Dick believe, its all about your speed
Cars cash weed
Its all a nigga need, indeed
Seems I was the seed in greed
Born in bullshit
Guns was four-cliped
Finding my self wheres nuns and poor pits
Bring it
Step on streets and get to slingin
Im about to make it hot like piss
Been hungry before but not like this
If lifes a bitch
She needs to get cookin
And cause that fools to get jewels and shit tookin
Baby need milk
When I do it up I need silk
Scales on tilt
Thats how a nigga built
I need my money torn like wealth on stilts
Niggas fuck around and get a nigga kilt

[chorus, Carl Thomas]

Know why, im the antonim of rich consimamon of poor
How could you think of winnin on the floor
Your not sure, take the game and went shopin
Your not pure, took the shot for
A penny for your thought, a nickle for a kiss
Well I aint got a nickle for ya miss
Im all up in a twist
Fuck all the glamer and the gliss
Ima' hop and skip
Put a slammer in the mix
Till ya is or ya here, the hammer gonna click...Clack [gun click]
Causing you to yelp "GET BACK"!
I want the cake
The early american china plate
The meetin out of drapes
And bottles of Alizae
So I can put my hoes on Surgio Valitain
Hey, smile and say
"money made my day"
Man Im tellin you the plan
Everythings a scam
Sex cars, put the money in my hand

[chorus, Carl Thomas]

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Keep It Gangsta

featuring Shyne

G-Dep

3:23

from G-Dep - Child Of The Ghetto (2005)

(G. Dep) Give you what you supposed to get, to close ya lip I got enough flows to spit, they cold as shit I got enough O's to get, and hoes to hit Try to stick ya nose in shit, get froze and stiff. Talk about load ya clip, and O's you flip. Roll the spliff, take the toke When you ain't holdin shit but droze and dick. You either gittin cake or broke You can stay awake or (??) Take a note, take a vote Buy a landslide or tell ya man slide or I shake ya boat. Take ya toast, this rap shit I make the oath To get cake, or estates by the lake or boat See the snake, (??) leave faith then they hate to go Bad hoes, (??) Yo, Its to late to blow Ya run around pay for hoes, that's why ya paper low (Shyne - Hook) We them niggas with big guns and big dicks Fload ya block, and keep it gangsta We them niggas with big guns and big dicks Coat Them rocks, and keep it gangsta We them niggas with big guns and big dicks We them niggas with big guns and big dicks Drop the top, and keep it gangsta Wylin, stylin, and keep it gangsta (Shyne) In a hard top something fronten I must of (??) died, came back as a rapper Shyne Po, I keep it (??) like im supposed too Scareface, smith and eights, in my life after Bone crushers on my hip, cause shit get thick Im two shells from hell, u can tell im made for this life In the myths, of killas tryin to get rich District (??) I don't give a f**k, cuase im'a do me Till them hollow points, rip through me I was born to die, live for what Plush slut, bucks, guns and ?duffs? Spent late nights in the kitchen, wishen Watchin the pot boil, mixin, sniffin Keepin America high, and why wouldn't I Gangstas don't talk, we beat the case and walk (Shyne - Hook) We them niggas with big guns and big dicks Flood ya block, and keep it gangsta We them niggas with big guns and big dicks Coat Them rocks, and keep it gangsta We them niggas with big guns and big dicks Drop the top, and keep it gangsta We them niggas with big guns and big dicks (G. Dep) Wylin, stylin, and keep it gangsta Yo, I got wild fed to earn, lead to burn Stop sign on ya slot time, dead ya turn Lotta cats gotta wait til they dead to learn Pastor Rev. Sermen, Ya learnin Ima wild card to play, guard ya pay Goodbye's hard to say, cause ya moms to pray Ima rep till im hard and gray, pardon me (may) Ya lookin odd and gay, im modern day Ima make it hard today, bombs away Lunach grenades, at your (??) and blaze Calm ya rage, I aint even on ya page Ya see-thru like lingerie, guns in a large array Everybody hit tha floor, im quick to draw Hit tha door, kick the raw, spit that law, spits some more Flows like hittin bitches raw, to sick to cure. (Shyne - Hook) We them niggas with big guns and big dicks Fload ya block, and keep it gangsta We them niggas with big guns and big dicks Drop the top, and keep it gangsta Coat Them rocks, and keep it gangsta We them niggas with big guns and big dicks We them niggas with big guns and big dicks Wylin, stylin, and keep it gangsta

(G. Dep) Give you what you supposed to get, to close ya lip I got enough flows to spit, they cold as shit I got enough O's to get, and hoes to hit Try to stick ya nose in shit, get froze and stiff. Talk about load ya clip, and O's you flip. Roll the spliff, take the toke When you ain't holdin shit but droze and dick. You either gittin cake or broke You can stay awake or (??) Take a note, take a vote Buy a landslide or tell ya man slide or I shake ya boat. Take ya toast, this rap shit  I make the oath To get cake, or estates by the lake or boat See the snake, (??) leave faith then they hate to go Bad hoes, (??)   Yo, Its to late to blow Ya run around pay for hoes, that's why ya paper low (Shyne - Hook) We them niggas with big guns and big dicks Fload ya block, and keep it gangsta We them niggas with big guns and big dicks Coat Them rocks, and keep it gangsta We them niggas with big guns and big dicks We them niggas with big guns and big dicks Drop the top, and keep it gangsta Wylin, stylin, and keep it gangsta   (Shyne) In a hard top something fronten I must of (??) died, came back as a rapper Shyne Po, I keep it (??) like im supposed too Scareface, smith and eights, in my life after Bone crushers on my hip, cause shit get thick Im two shells from hell, u can tell im made for this life In the myths, of killas tryin to get rich District (??) I don't give a f**k, cuase im'a do me Till them hollow points, rip through me I was born to die, live for what Plush slut, bucks, guns and ?duffs? Spent late nights in the kitchen, wishen Watchin the pot boil, mixin, sniffin Keepin America high, and why wouldn't I Gangstas don't talk, we beat the case and walk   (Shyne - Hook) We them niggas with big guns and big dicks Flood ya block, and keep it gangsta We them niggas with big guns and big dicks Coat Them rocks, and keep it gangsta We them niggas with big guns and big dicks Drop the top, and keep it gangsta We them niggas with big guns and big dicks (G. Dep) Wylin, stylin, and keep it gangsta   Yo, I got wild fed to earn, lead to burn Stop sign on ya slot time, dead ya turn Lotta cats gotta wait til they dead to learn Pastor Rev. Sermen, Ya learnin Ima wild card to play, guard ya pay Goodbye's hard to say, cause ya moms to pray Ima rep till im hard and gray, pardon me (may) Ya lookin odd and gay, im modern day Ima make it hard today, bombs away Lunach grenades, at your (??) and blaze Calm ya rage, I aint even on ya page Ya see-thru like lingerie, guns in a large array Everybody hit tha floor, im quick to draw Hit tha door, kick the raw, spit that law, spits some more Flows like hittin bitches raw, to sick to cure.   (Shyne - Hook) We them niggas with big guns and big dicks Fload ya block, and keep it gangsta We them niggas with big guns and big dicks Drop the top, and keep it gangsta Coat Them rocks, and keep it gangsta We them niggas with big guns and big dicks We them niggas with big guns and big dicks Wylin, stylin, and keep it gangsta

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Let's Get It

G-Dep

4:18

from G-Dep - Child Of The Ghetto (2005)

(Black Rob)
*Mumbling*

(G-Dep)
Really, Get smacked silly, you get smacked silly
F**king with these niggas from the, what you gonna do
When you ready, shit I was born ready,
And I was all ready on fish and spaghetti
Creep with the culture, rap I can coach ya, attack like a vulture
If I said I get cha, wear it if it fit ya, y'all thirteen inches
I see the big picture, if it's to get richer, I'd probably get wit ya
If not burn it, get hot like a furnace
Shoot the video, motherf**k city permits
We own the city, on the phone with Diddy (*phone sounds*)
Red bone pretty, when she get aroused like to suck her own titty
Put it in the video
Ya wanna holla got to follow nigga here we go
Get you ticket, the train, don't miss it
Won't reach out, and ya bet I won't visit
Till my whole wardrobe is-it, now listen

(Chorus)
(G-Dep & Black Rob (Puffy))
Make this money
Take this money (Let's get it)
Ain't no way you can take this from me (Let's get it)
Ain't shit funny (uh)
Shake it honey (Let's get it)
Take it money
Now let's get it (Let's get it)

(G-Dep)
Creep with your people, though my shit is sweet and low it's no equal
Front butch look, once I throw the hook you proceed to get cook
With the game and the soldiers sit,
When I came, the game that I owed you one
Wide big Lincoln, why he died on the side for the stinking
Watch the task force task for look Marlboro
It's a big chance, big pants,
Might guard him with my man's a type barber
Better learn quick, cause my clique don't argue
You ain't my crew, then who are you
For we take off make sure that your seated
Billboard read it believe it

(Chorus)

(G-Dep)
Soul Controller, rap Itola, kids hate me when they older
I put cracks by the stroller, registered voter, motherf**ker quota
Give some baking soda and a quota

Man I flow straight up out the water,
I'm break this game till it say out of order
Who's the high scorer, then tear the floor up
On the world tour with your whore out in Europe, head on the tour bus
Do what them niggas them niggas in the drop thinks cooler
All the five quarters, headline supporters,
Hitting wives and daughters
Brought a neck spray from Esate Lauders
Call Puffy to order

(P-Diddy)
Ayo, call me Diddy I run this city,
Send the cops, the feds and D.A to come get me
Cats wanna leave me for dead you coming with me
Get head in the Bentley red at one fifty
Straight lose it, love two things my money my music
Might co-write and produce it
Drop mine, hot 9 exclusive, got y'all hulking like Bruce did
Deuce it, break backs and stacks it's no problem
Make raps and tracks and go Harlem
Get worldwide coverage, got so many spots I don't even buy luggage
Ya love it
Make moves major, hide out in Asia,
If your girl keep coming around them I'm a blaze her
I'm the Bad Boy flavor, light blue gators
NOT GUILTY
Plus I'm filthy
C'mon

(Chorus)

(Black Rob (Puffy))
I be the east side Soprano, Rob Marciano
Flow in each channel with the Iverson handle
Forty-five sparks turn your day gray flannel
Snatch the yay of the mantle, then proceed to dismantle
Can't slay Rob, how many niggas done tried to play mob,
Quit they day job
Tired of putting broke niggas under the wing
If I go to jail again I'm going under the bing
Act like you gonna pull that thing thing
You the only one that always get stuck for bling bling
I represent eight blocks and Sing-Sing
Almost caught a buck fifty for f**king with Latch in Killer Queens
Moves for paper, moves no chaser
Bullets out the blazer four-fifths with laser
Come and get your shit splitted, newspapers say I did it
(He ain't do it) Now let's get it (Let's get it)

(Chorus) (x3)

(Black Rob)
*Mumbling*

(G-Dep)
Really, Get smacked silly, you get smacked silly
F**king with these niggas from the, what you gonna do
When you ready, shit I was born ready, 
And I was all ready on fish and spaghetti
Creep with the culture, rap I can coach ya, attack like a vulture
If I said I get cha, wear it if it fit ya, y'all thirteen inches
I see the big picture, if it's to get richer, I'd probably get wit ya
If not burn it, get hot like a furnace 
Shoot the video, motherf**k city permits
We own the city, on the phone with Diddy (*phone sounds*)
Red bone pretty, when she get aroused like to suck her own titty
Put it in the video
Ya wanna holla got to follow nigga here we go
Get you ticket, the train, don't miss it
Won't reach out, and ya bet I won't visit
Till my whole wardrobe is-it, now listen

(Chorus)
(G-Dep & Black Rob (Puffy))
Make this money
Take this money (Let's get it)
Ain't no way you can take this from me (Let's get it)
Ain't shit funny (uh)
Shake it honey (Let's get it)
Take it money
Now let's get it (Let's get it)

(G-Dep)
Creep with your people, though my shit is sweet and low it's no equal
Front butch look, once I throw the hook you proceed to get cook
With the game and the soldiers sit, 
When I came, the game that I owed you one
Wide big Lincoln, why he died on the side for the stinking
Watch the task force task for look Marlboro
It's a big chance, big pants, 
Might guard him with my man's a type barber
Better learn quick, cause my clique don't argue 
You ain't my crew, then who are you
For we take off make sure that your seated
Billboard read it believe it

(Chorus)

(G-Dep)
Soul Controller, rap Itola, kids hate me when they older
I put cracks by the stroller, registered voter, motherf**ker quota
Give some baking soda and a quota

Man I flow straight up out the water, 
I'm break this game till it say out of order
Who's the high scorer, then tear the floor up
On the world tour with your whore out in Europe, head on the tour bus
Do what them niggas them niggas in the drop thinks cooler
All the five quarters, headline supporters, 
Hitting wives and daughters
Brought a neck spray from Esate Lauders
Call Puffy to order

(P-Diddy)
Ayo, call me Diddy I run this city, 
Send the cops, the feds and D.A to come get me
Cats wanna leave me for dead you coming with me
Get head in the Bentley red at one fifty
Straight lose it, love two things my money my music
Might co-write and produce it
Drop mine, hot 9 exclusive, got y'all hulking like Bruce did
Deuce it, break backs and stacks it's no problem
Make raps and tracks and go Harlem
Get worldwide coverage, got so many spots I don't even buy luggage
Ya love it
Make moves major, hide out in Asia, 
If your girl keep coming around them I'm a blaze her
I'm the Bad Boy flavor, light blue gators
NOT GUILTY
Plus I'm filthy
C'mon

(Chorus)

(Black Rob (Puffy))
I be the east side Soprano, Rob Marciano
Flow in each channel with the Iverson handle
Forty-five sparks turn your day gray flannel
Snatch the yay of the mantle, then proceed to dismantle
Can't slay Rob, how many niggas done tried to play mob, 
Quit they day job
Tired of putting broke niggas under the wing
If I go to jail again I'm going under the bing
Act like you gonna pull that thing thing
You the only one that always get stuck for bling bling
I represent eight blocks and Sing-Sing
Almost caught a buck fifty for f**king with Latch in Killer Queens
Moves for paper, moves no chaser
Bullets out the blazer four-fifths with laser
Come and get your shit splitted, newspapers say I did it
(He ain't do it) Now let's get it (Let's get it)

(Chorus)  (x3)

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Let's Get It [Remix] [Hidden Track]

G-Dep

5:12

from G-Dep - Child Of The Ghetto (2005)

News Report (Interlude)

G-Dep

1:31

from G-Dep - Child Of The Ghetto (2005)

Nothing Gonna Stop Me

G-Dep

4:35

from G-Dep - Child Of The Ghetto (2005)

One Way

G-Dep

3:06

from G-Dep - Child Of The Ghetto (2005)

[G-Dep Talking] Come here man, You lookin for beef [smacking sound] Get the f**k over, yea You thought I wasn't, yea hehehehe Yea look at me, look at me nigga Come here, know one thing nigga [Verse 1: G-Dep] I think you need to know I'm holdin it down Wit a hole in this town It's a hole in da ground, where I stomp Got these niggaz steady on the watch Nigga you can run you can hide Like it's Teddy on da block If your ready or your not here I come You can dip you can slide You can duck you can ride you can flee I give a nigga, one test now it's one less That's how easily you can be eliminated Program to scan rock jams Get down from where I stand to Scotland Dustin like Hothman If that'll stop what you got planned the shot's ? Ask your man, ask your girl, ask your crew I'm hittin high, I'm hittin low what a nigga have to do Had to laugh at the aftermath now I'm after you and You want drama I'm a have to act a fool [Chorus: G-Dep] One way or another I'm a find ya And I'm a getch ya, getch ya, getch ya, getch ya I'm gonna getch ya, getch ya unngghh One day maybe next week, I'm gonna find ya [Verse 2: Black Rob] Cowardest cats, names don't ring no bell Been grabbin niggaz up by they coat ? Coke rhyme but It's dope as hell Nigga four tooth the ? Still had to broke in jail Had me thinkin under pressure that this kid won't fold When the feds came in extremely vocal, aint stutta Wit a parole hold just the systems so cold Shoutin out my ? name and my social Wasn't to hard to find I stay local See I'm a do what I'm supposed to If I would of known you was sinkin I would of bin by coastals Even if I gotta dress up and knock on your door like I'm the postal Your ass is grass and that's that Better strap up your vest and that's that Come through wit ski masks and black ? With the boomshack with the crack crack f**kin rat nigga [Chorus: G-Dep] [Verse 3: G-Dep] Just when you thought it was over But that aint the code of a soldier look over your shoulder Came through low in the rover knowin ya nova Trouble was seen then see trouble was me Double your speed, punch through metal fa sure I got the metal in store, whatch you medallin for I used to boost pedals ? NowI'm ? vocal peddal the four let this settle the score Won't have to rest to switch hands and Now check it It a happened all too fast to ? fans Six mill-e-on ree-sons you should switch plans Like a wind brass, shoot glass, shit sand But, this is why I direct the shit and Thinking it would all sink in like quicksand Cut now it's done, what now it's won Like the Wild Wild West it's Dep and ? [Chorus: G-Dep] One way G-Dep singing the chorus in parts I'm a find ya Getch ya, one day But I'm a find ya One Way Unngghh One day I'm a find ya and I'm a getch ya, getch ya, getch ya, getch ya But I'm a find ya And I'm a getch ya, getch ya unngghh

[G-Dep Talking] Come here man, You lookin for beef [smacking sound] Get the f**k over, yea You thought I wasn't, yea hehehehe Yea look at me, look at me nigga  Come here, know one thing nigga [Verse 1: G-Dep] I think you need to know I'm holdin it down Wit a hole in this town It's a hole in da ground, where I stomp Got these niggaz steady on the watch Nigga you can run you can hide Like it's Teddy on da block If your ready or your not here I come You can dip you can slide You can duck you can ride you can flee I give a nigga, one test now it's one less That's how easily you can be eliminated Program to scan rock jams Get down from where I stand to Scotland Dustin like Hothman If that'll stop what you got planned the shot's ? Ask your man, ask your girl, ask your crew I'm hittin high, I'm hittin low what a nigga have to do Had to laugh at the aftermath now I'm after you and You want drama I'm a have to act a fool  [Chorus: G-Dep] One way or another I'm a find ya And I'm a  getch ya, getch ya, getch ya, getch ya I'm gonna getch ya, getch ya unngghh One day maybe next week, I'm gonna find ya [Verse 2: Black Rob]  Cowardest cats, names don't ring no bell Been grabbin niggaz up by they coat ? Coke rhyme but It's dope as hell Nigga four tooth the ? Still had to broke in jail Had me thinkin under pressure that this kid won't fold When the feds came in extremely vocal, aint stutta Wit a parole hold just the systems so cold Shoutin out my ? name and my social Wasn't to hard to find I stay local See I'm a do what I'm supposed to If I would of known you was sinkin I would of bin by coastals Even if I gotta dress up and knock on your door like I'm the postal Your ass is grass and that's that Better strap up your vest and that's that Come through wit ski masks and black ? With the boomshack with the crack crack f**kin rat nigga  [Chorus: G-Dep]  [Verse 3: G-Dep] Just when you thought it was over But that aint the code of a soldier look over your shoulder Came through low in the rover knowin ya nova Trouble was seen then see trouble was me Double your speed, punch through metal fa sure I got the metal in store, whatch you medallin for I used to boost pedals ? NowI'm ? vocal peddal the four let this settle the score Won't have to rest to switch hands and Now check it It a happened all too fast to ? fans Six mill-e-on ree-sons you should switch plans Like a wind brass, shoot glass, shit sand But, this is why I direct the shit and Thinking it would all sink in like quicksand Cut now it's done, what now it's won  Like the Wild Wild West it's Dep and ? [Chorus: G-Dep]  One way G-Dep singing the chorus in parts I'm a find ya Getch ya, one day But I'm a find ya One Way Unngghh One day I'm a find ya and I'm a getch ya, getch ya, getch ya, getch ya But I'm a find ya And I'm a getch ya, getch ya unngghh

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Smash On The First Night

G-Dep

4:16

from G-Dep - Child Of The Ghetto (2005)

(feat. Lady May, P. Diddy)

[G-Dep] Yeah
[Diddy] G-Dep
[G-Dep] Yo Boo, I ain't tryin' to be disrespectful or nothin'
[Diddy] G-Dep
[G-Dep] Check, I wanna fuck on the first night
Word up boo
[Diddy] G-Dep
[G-Dep] And that's just me, I don't know
Word up, you been patient
[Diddy] Talk to 'em, talk to 'em

[Verse 1: G-Dep and (P. Diddy)]
See the thing about Dep (Yeah), I talk about sex (Uh, huh)
After small talk what we gon' talk about next (Come on)
Some Moet, just to get ya mouth wet
Full of buzz, let me put the plug in the outlet, maybe
Maybe so, yes or no, shit I never stress a hoe
I let's a hoe (Come on), if it ain't possible, you got to go (Yeah)
Let the door knob hit ya, take the Moet witcha, shit ya
Picture perfect, 'til the bullshit surface (Come on)
Probably want me to purchase, but that shit ain't worth it (Naw)
I wanna fuck for free, like Akanelli (Yeah), I got the tele
You got to tell me if you wit (You wit it), come on even Monica did it
When I meet you let me treat you like the chronic and hit it
Lay you on the bed, like you was a spread
And let you do what you do what that head
That's when I said (Come on), yo boo

[Chorus: G-Dep, Lady May and (P. Diddy)]
[Dep:] I wanna fuck on the first night (You wanna what)
[May:] You wanna hit it and run, I ain't the one (Yeah let's go)
[Dep:] I wanna fuck on the first night (Say what)
[May:] You wanna jump all on it, how bad you want it
[Dep:] (Stop screaming my name)
[Dep:] I wanna fuck on the first night
[May:] Put i all in my ribs, what you think this is, nigga
[Dep:] (I don't know)
[Dep:] I wanna fuck on the first night
[May:] Yeah ok picture that, you ain't ready for that
[Dep:] (Stop screaming my name)

[G-Dep] I wanna, I wanna, you wanna

[Verse 2: Lady May and (P. Diddy)]
You wanna what, you don't want a chick like me you wanna slut
Take in the cut, let you put it in my but
'Til you, bust a nut on my com-for-ter, uh uh
That's not gon' happen, fuck if you rappin' on starship captain
Yo, this nigga thinking he knocking, have me from the back
And get my booty to clap, I'm laughing, I find that funny (Yeah)
Did you see manikin, like I'm that dummy (Ha, ha, ha)
Stop the game, how y'all not the same (Uh uh)
Cracks and pain (Yeah), and then crack for brains (Come on)
Work that pussy out, like Jac-que-line
I know the plays, and that's half the game
Brain tellin' me no, body tellin' me go (Yeah)
Shit I ain't a hoe, whatcha tellin' me yo (Listen girl)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: G-Dep and (P. Diddy)]
It's G-Dep on ya frequency (Yeah)
So when you hear wanna freak wit me (Bad Boy Baby)
And we could be the best of friends (Yeah, come on)
But if you ever stress again, guess again (What, ha)
Now we could bone bitch don't pretend (Uh)
We came to fuck, now baby what's up (Come on)
Yo clique is all corrupted (Let's go), all suck dick
I don't care who you fucked wit (That's right)
Now we could do it at the flicks, I bust quick
Smashin', hear the sound when the ass hit
Hit it from the back, make you call me a bastard
Goin' out vivid, got my foot all pivot, I give it
How you give, talk it just how you live it (Yeah)
You can get along wit me (That's right)
Fuck now you on wit me (Uh huh)
Maybe we could work somethin' (Yeah)
Call ya boo maybe she could hurt somethin' (Let's go)
I'll be, sure as Al B. (Uh), here take the house key (Uh)
Don't start without me (Uh uh)
Like money put it where ya mouth be (Yeah)
I'ma leave around three, I thing about me, is (G-Dep)

[Chorus]

[Diddy] G-Dep
[G-Dep] It's just me I don't know
It's just how I get down
[Diddy] Come on, yeah
Tonight's the night, tonight's the night, tonight's the night

[Chorus]

(feat. Lady May, P. Diddy)

[G-Dep] Yeah
[Diddy] G-Dep
[G-Dep] Yo Boo, I ain't tryin' to be disrespectful or nothin'
[Diddy] G-Dep
[G-Dep] Check, I wanna fuck on the first night
Word up boo
[Diddy] G-Dep
[G-Dep] And that's just me, I don't know
Word up, you been patient
[Diddy] Talk to 'em, talk to 'em

[Verse 1: G-Dep and (P. Diddy)]
See the thing about Dep (Yeah), I talk about sex (Uh, huh)
After small talk what we gon' talk about next (Come on)
Some Moet, just to get ya mouth wet
Full of buzz, let me put the plug in the outlet, maybe
Maybe so, yes or no, shit I never stress a hoe
I let's a hoe (Come on), if it ain't possible, you got to go (Yeah)
Let the door knob hit ya, take the Moet witcha, shit ya
Picture perfect, 'til the bullshit surface (Come on)
Probably want me to purchase, but that shit ain't worth it (Naw)
I wanna fuck for free, like Akanelli (Yeah), I got the tele
You got to tell me if you wit (You wit it), come on even Monica did it
When I meet you let me treat you like the chronic and hit it
Lay you on the bed, like you was a spread
And let you do what you do what that head
That's when I said (Come on), yo boo

[Chorus: G-Dep, Lady May and (P. Diddy)]
[Dep:] I wanna fuck on the first night (You wanna what)
[May:] You wanna hit it and run, I ain't the one (Yeah let's go)
[Dep:] I wanna fuck on the first night (Say what)
[May:] You wanna jump all on it, how bad you want it
[Dep:] (Stop screaming my name)
[Dep:] I wanna fuck on the first night
[May:] Put i all in my ribs, what you think this is, nigga
[Dep:] (I don't know)
[Dep:] I wanna fuck on the first night
[May:] Yeah ok picture that, you ain't ready for that
[Dep:] (Stop screaming my name)

[G-Dep] I wanna, I wanna, you wanna

[Verse 2: Lady May and (P. Diddy)]
You wanna what, you don't want a chick like me you wanna slut
Take in the cut, let you put it in my but
'Til you, bust a nut on my com-for-ter, uh uh
That's not gon' happen, fuck if you rappin' on starship captain
Yo, this nigga thinking he knocking, have me from the back
And get my booty to clap, I'm laughing, I find that funny (Yeah)
Did you see manikin, like I'm that dummy (Ha, ha, ha)
Stop the game, how y'all not the same (Uh uh)
Cracks and pain (Yeah), and then crack for brains (Come on)
Work that pussy out, like Jac-que-line
I know the plays, and that's half the game
Brain tellin' me no, body tellin' me go (Yeah)
Shit I ain't a hoe, whatcha tellin' me yo (Listen girl)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: G-Dep and (P. Diddy)]
It's G-Dep on ya frequency (Yeah)
So when you hear wanna freak wit me (Bad Boy Baby)
And we could be the best of friends (Yeah, come on)
But if you ever stress again, guess again (What, ha)
Now we could bone bitch don't pretend (Uh)
We came to fuck, now baby what's up (Come on)
Yo clique is all corrupted (Let's go), all suck dick
I don't care who you fucked wit (That's right)
Now we could do it at the flicks, I bust quick
Smashin', hear the sound when the ass hit
Hit it from the back, make you call me a bastard
Goin' out vivid, got my foot all pivot, I give it
How you give, talk it just how you live it (Yeah)
You can get along wit me (That's right)
Fuck now you on wit me (Uh huh)
Maybe we could work somethin' (Yeah)
Call ya boo maybe she could hurt somethin' (Let's go)
I'll be, sure as Al B. (Uh), here take the house key (Uh)
Don't start without me (Uh uh)
Like money put it where ya mouth be (Yeah)
I'ma leave around three, I thing about me, is (G-Dep)

[Chorus]

[Diddy] G-Dep
[G-Dep] It's just me I don't know
It's just how I get down
[Diddy] Come on, yeah
Tonight's the night, tonight's the night, tonight's the night

[Chorus]

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Special Delivery

G-Dep

6:30

from G-Dep - Child Of The Ghetto (2005)

(Verse 1)
Yo, this for my niggas, though, special delivery
Spit like this, get my wrists all glittery
Get cake, snakes get slithery
Lean in, show y'all the meaning of chivalry
Rap ruler, you could ask Buddha
Right jab like Zab Judah
Every member on my team is the shooter
Tight like a womb, no room for intruders
Spark Buddha, twistin' the Philly
And Good Humor, don't be silly
It's gravy baby, I got it all smothered
Like makeup, I got it all covered
Want a jewel, don't be cruel
It's authentic, don't be fooled
By these phony accusations
Backlash and slanders
Front, and they publicity stunts and propaganda
Keep it private, 'cause I'm the commander
In chief, I never stop like beef
Gimme a break, I might shake the building
Play safe, vacate all women and children
I spit it out

Chorus (repeat 2x)

Special delivery
I want that
Special delivery
I need
Special delivery
Can I have that
Special delivery
Come give it to me

(Verse 2)
If you ain't ready, I'ma bust through ya curtain
Encore, you're not sure, I'm certain
Wait, make sure the mic workin'
Make cake, sorta like Earth Wind
And Fire, the rap vampire
Retire in the morn'

Warm like campfires
Matter of fact, I'm blazin'
Raisin' the roof up
Slide off with ya rooster
Took her to the stu and seduced her
Let her do a skit, then she hit my producer (Oh)
Not whatcha used to, I'm looser
Ya need to stop f**kin' with them losers, now who's up
The mystic ruler, grand imperial
Filthy, but milky like cereal
Bang this in ya stereo
MC's is dead and I'ma get head up at they burial
And that's disrespectful
I'm strong like Exo mixed with X, yo
And that's the high capability
And yes, I possess that ability
I spit it out

Chorus (repeat 2x)

(Verse 3)
Yeah, ayo, Dep so bright, light looking halogen
Spit that bar, car low mileagin'
Let's go, metropolitan
Area, 'cause I'm hearin' ya hollerin'
The earthquaker, Harlem bread maker
Gimme two hands, few grams and the shaker
Hit the block, watch the kids bake up
Your girl keep coming around
Then I'ma take her to Jamaica
And I give her a reason to get curious
But ya pain, it ain't that serious
MC's ran with this and that
But change your name to Saran 'cause it's a Wrap
Your rap is like a sedative
You sleepy, defeat me, negative
So it's over and I guess you gotta live with it
And you can tell by the records that's distributed
I spit it out

Chorus (repeat 4x to fade)

Chorus (repeat 2x)

Special delivery
I want that
Special delivery
I need
Special delivery
Can I have that
Special delivery
Come give it to me

(Verse 2)
If you ain't ready, I'ma bust through ya curtain
Encore, you're not sure, I'm certain
Wait, make sure the mic workin'
Make cake, sorta like Earth Wind
And Fire, the rap vampire
Retire in the morn'

Warm like campfires
Matter of fact, I'm blazin'
Raisin' the roof up
Slide off with ya rooster
Took her to the stu and seduced her
Let her do a skit, then she hit my producer (Oh)
Not whatcha used to, I'm looser
Ya need to stop f**kin' with them losers, now who's up
The mystic ruler, grand imperial
Filthy, but milky like cereal
Bang this in ya stereo
MC's is dead and I'ma get head up at they burial
And that's disrespectful
I'm strong like Exo mixed with X, yo
And that's the high capability
And yes, I possess that ability
I spit it out

Chorus (repeat 2x)

(Verse 3)
Yeah, ayo, Dep so bright, light looking halogen
Spit that bar, car low mileagin'
Let's go, metropolitan
Area, 'cause I'm hearin' ya hollerin'
The earthquaker, Harlem bread maker
Gimme two hands, few grams and the shaker
Hit the block, watch the kids bake up
Your girl keep coming around
Then I'ma take her to Jamaica
And I give her a reason to get curious
But ya pain, it ain't that serious
MC's ran with this and that
But change your name to Saran 'cause it's a Wrap
Your rap is like a sedative
You sleepy, defeat me, negative
So it's over and I guess you gotta live with it
And you can tell by the records that's distributed
I spit it out

Chorus (repeat 4x to fade)

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Straight To The Top(Interlude)

G-Dep

0:39

from G-Dep - Child Of The Ghetto (2005)

The Real (Interlude)

G-Dep

0:53

from G-Dep - Child Of The Ghetto (2005)

The Ride

G-Dep

4:04

from G-Dep - Child Of The Ghetto (2005)

(Verse 1)
First off, how you gon' come off
All this rap shit, get done off
Man listen this a passionate mind
I come thru, gun drew splashin a rhyme
Wet dat, dead dat, cash on the line
In an orderly fashion in the back'a the line
Can't talk now, I got cash on tha mind
Bitches and dolla signs dance in they mind
I love dat doe, but yall niggas love dat flow
Man I don't love dat hoe
All I see is cash flow
Brains an occasional ass hole
What I need is a, whole lotta money involved
I might run into Rob and run in ya job
Real cats take chances
Then I make ya +head spin+ like +break dancers+

(Chorus)
My niggas in the front don't front
My niggas in the back, where you at
My niggas on the side, bout to slide
My niggas in the middle we rock just a little
Then we ride, the ride

My bitches in the front don't front
My bitches in the back, where you at
My bitches on the side, bout to slide
My bitches in the middle we rock just a little
Then we ride, the ride

(Verse 2)
If raps don't work, need ta put some in
I hear yall knockin' but ya can't come in
Said I'd get cha, wrote the scripture

Chick roastin like motion picture
Have you any idea, how many nice MC's
And how many I feared - None
Just trust me son, I do what must be done
And I just begun, I let em-
Count sheep, rock em to sleep
Got me, cocking the heat, poppin a Jeep
Let's go, Expo top of the line
Exo, Yes ho, hoppin in mine, I got a-
Big Bad Boy you could meet
Men use beef and its all you can eat, I be the-
Dep with a G in the front
Front, f**k around and be in a trunk

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
Ain't no games if you're curious B
Can't be serious G, seriously, I'm out ta-
Put a big hole in the joint
Like I, sold her the joint, told her to point, its like-
Mind over matter with this
Mad Hatter with this, battle with this
Like a +sentence+, it just +run-on+
I'm pro and you a princess, come on
Yall ain't ready, ain't crazy and ya name ain't Eddie
And ya aim ain't steady
Dream big boy but ya chain ain't heavy
Brain ain't ready, my game ain't petty
Must be stupid or somethin'
Thinkin' this all love like Cupid or somethin'
Live from the 2-1-2
One question: What you gon' do?

(Chorus Til Fade)

(Chorus)
My niggas in the front don't front
My niggas in the back, where you at
My niggas on the side, bout to slide
My niggas in the middle we rock just a little
Then we ride, the ride

My bitches in the front don't front
My bitches in the back, where you at
My bitches on the side, bout to slide
My bitches in the middle we rock just a little
Then we ride, the ride

(Verse 2)
If raps don't work, need ta put some in
I hear yall knockin' but ya can't come in
Said I'd get cha, wrote the scripture

Chick roastin like motion picture
Have you any idea, how many nice MC's
And how many I feared - None
Just trust me son, I do what must be done
And I just begun, I let em-
Count sheep, rock em to sleep
Got me, cocking the heat, poppin a Jeep
Let's go, Expo top of the line
Exo, Yes ho, hoppin in mine, I got a-
Big Bad Boy you could meet
Men use beef and its all you can eat, I be the-
Dep with a G in the front
Front, f**k around and be in a trunk

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
Ain't no games if you're curious B
Can't be serious G, seriously, I'm out ta-
Put a big hole in the joint
Like I, sold her the joint, told her to point, its like-
Mind over matter with this
Mad Hatter with this, battle with this
Like a +sentence+, it just +run-on+
I'm pro and you a princess, come on
Yall ain't ready, ain't crazy and ya name ain't Eddie
And ya aim ain't steady
Dream big boy but ya chain ain't heavy
Brain ain't ready, my game ain't petty
Must be stupid or somethin'
Thinkin' this all love like Cupid or somethin'
Live from the 2-1-2
One question: What you gon' do?

(Chorus Til Fade)

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Whatever (Interlude)

G-Dep

1:17

from G-Dep - Child Of The Ghetto (2005)

Everybody Wanna Shine (Explicit Album Ver.)

Black Rob, Craig Mack, Dj Kayslay, G-Dep

from Dj Kayslay - The Streetsweeper Vol. 1 (Explicit Ver.) (2003)

That's Crazy (Explicit Ver. / Remix)

featuring Black Rob,G-Dep,Missy Elliott,Snoop Dogg

P. Diddy

4:38

from P.Diddy & The Bad Boy Family - We Invented The Remix [Explicit Version] [remix] (2002)

[Black Rob (P. Diddy)]
Y'all ain't ready (The saga continues)
Tootsie rolls (We still here)
Yo, PD, Bad Boy, Alumni, BR

I had this bad bitch uptown, she was WHOA (THAT'S CRAZY)
Almost had me pushing up daisies (THAT'S CRAZY)
Ask a made nigga the keys to the crip (THAT'S CRAZY)
Just came home from doing a bid (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Now how you ain't gon' change the locks? (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Didn't sit there and call the cops (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Got in bout the back door LIKE WHOA (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Hop in an Excursion with sixteen wheels (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Yeah you love it how we huggin' the curb (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Plus it's jumpin' off up in the spot (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Boobie cat, lapdance for kid (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Plus the spinal chick put in the bid (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Now the driver smoking chron' (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
If he crash, then we all gone (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Fuck it, pump the sound to ten (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Catch BR on the cover of Spin (OH THAT'S CRAZY)

[Chorus]
Man, it's alright, on tight
Watch out, pushing on tonight, it's crazy
Don't hold back, I'ma put it where it's suppose to be at
And that's non-stop, party-hoppin', it's on

[P. Diddy]
You had the nerve to say I had a gun (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Man for twelve years I had to run (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
And ain't a threat on my family, dogg (THAT'S CRAZY)
Courthouse got my name in the log (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
And ain't my name Sean John? (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Or about the movie star chick on my arm (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Even had foul shit to say to my moms (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
They even called the office to say it's a bomb (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
But yet, I'm supposed to be so calm? (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Tavis Smiley, I killed him with the charm (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Yeah, looked like there wasn't nuttin' wrong (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
That's how it is when you in the game so long (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Man, we been had the keys to the six (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
From now on, it's no Puff, just Diddy (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Man, New York never looked so pretty (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Can't picture NY without no Diddy (OH THAT'S CRAZY), oh no!

[Chorus]

[G. Dep]
Yo, how Dep ain't on, that's crazy (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Man, I wouldn't miss this if they paid me (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Come through, man, parkin' lot (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Fuck cops, we watch the block (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Yo, we hustle when them cameras is hittin' (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
I did a bitch, still puttin' my bidness (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Shit, it's hard to get one red cent (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
And they charging us high ass rent (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
And now my back pocket starting to leak (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Somebody get this nigga something to eat (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
I got a meal when I signed my deal (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Bunch of dreams, planes, and automobiles (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Now the bank don' sketched on my crib (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Now the boobies got a G-Dep fetish (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Thousand dollar honies givin' me leather (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Over-respect due to "Let's Get It" (OH THAT'S CRAZY)

[Chorus]

[Black Rob]
Now the moral of the story is what? (THAT'S CRAZY)
Exception, CO, doing the streets (THAT'S CRAZY)
Some chicken won't even give me the digits (THAT'S CRAZY)
Sure paper, slide off with them midgets (THAT'S CRAZY)
Talk about the feds made you snitch (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
How you gon' hate what made you rich? (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Life Stories, shit, it ain't goin' gold (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Man, we scanned two million of those (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Now you don't got Permanant Scars (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
You know, bank or papi R (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Lights, camera, action, I'm a star (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Like yesterday, I broke a nigga's car (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Now sittin', endless cash (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Bad Boy, got the game in a smash (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Fuck around and put a foot in your ass (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
See, I'm thirsty, still lookin' for cash (OH THAT'S CRAZY)

[Chorus to end]

[Black Rob (P. Diddy)]
Y'all ain't ready (The saga continues)
Tootsie rolls (We still here)
Yo, PD, Bad Boy, Alumni, BR

I had this bad bitch uptown, she was WHOA (THAT'S CRAZY)
Almost had me pushing up daisies (THAT'S CRAZY)
Ask a made nigga the keys to the crip (THAT'S CRAZY)
Just came home from doing a bid (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Now how you ain't gon' change the locks? (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Didn't sit there and call the cops (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Got in bout the back door LIKE WHOA (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Hop in an Excursion with sixteen wheels (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Yeah you love it how we huggin' the curb (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Plus it's jumpin' off up in the spot (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Boobie cat, lapdance for kid (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Plus the spinal chick put in the bid (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Now the driver smoking chron' (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
If he crash, then we all gone (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Fuck it, pump the sound to ten (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Catch BR on the cover of Spin (OH THAT'S CRAZY)

[Chorus]
Man, it's alright, on tight
Watch out, pushing on tonight, it's crazy
Don't hold back, I'ma put it where it's suppose to be at
And that's non-stop, party-hoppin', it's on

[P. Diddy]
You had the nerve to say I had a gun (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Man for twelve years I had to run (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
And ain't a threat on my family, dogg (THAT'S CRAZY)
Courthouse got my name in the log (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
And ain't my name Sean John? (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Or about the movie star chick on my arm (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Even had foul shit to say to my moms (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
They even called the office to say it's a bomb (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
But yet, I'm supposed to be so calm? (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Tavis Smiley, I killed him with the charm (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Yeah, looked like there wasn't nuttin' wrong (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
That's how it is when you in the game so long (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Man, we been had the keys to the six (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
From now on, it's no Puff, just Diddy (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Man, New York never looked so pretty (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Can't picture NY without no Diddy (OH THAT'S CRAZY), oh no!

[Chorus]

[G. Dep]
Yo, how Dep ain't on, that's crazy (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Man, I wouldn't miss this if they paid me (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Come through, man, parkin' lot (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Fuck cops, we watch the block (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Yo, we hustle when them cameras is hittin' (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
I did a bitch, still puttin' my bidness (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Shit, it's hard to get one red cent (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
And they charging us high ass rent (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
And now my back pocket starting to leak (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Somebody get this nigga something to eat (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
I got a meal when I signed my deal (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Bunch of dreams, planes, and automobiles (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Now the bank don' sketched on my crib (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Now the boobies got a G-Dep fetish (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Thousand dollar honies givin' me leather (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Over-respect due to "Let's Get It" (OH THAT'S CRAZY)

[Chorus]

[Black Rob]
Now the moral of the story is what? (THAT'S CRAZY)
Exception, CO, doing the streets (THAT'S CRAZY)
Some chicken won't even give me the digits (THAT'S CRAZY)
Sure paper, slide off with them midgets (THAT'S CRAZY)
Talk about the feds made you snitch (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
How you gon' hate what made you rich? (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Life Stories, shit, it ain't goin' gold (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Man, we scanned two million of those (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Now you don't got Permanant Scars (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
You know, bank or papi R (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Lights, camera, action, I'm a star (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Like yesterday, I broke a nigga's car (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Now sittin', endless cash (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Bad Boy, got the game in a smash (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Fuck around and put a foot in your ass (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
See, I'm thirsty, still lookin' for cash (OH THAT'S CRAZY)

[Chorus to end]

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You Gets No Love (Explicit Ver. / Remix)

featuring G-Dep

P. Diddy

4:33

from P.Diddy & The Bad Boy Family - We Invented The Remix [Explicit Version] [remix] (2002)

Uh, uh-uh, (There's another one)
What-what (And another one)
This is the remix (There's another one) Ha ha
I know it's not too ghetto (And another one, Bad Boy)
I know it's not too ghetto
Pedigree (Pedigree baby) I said I know it's not to ghetto
Donaway (Faith, Faithfully, the remix)
You better, check yourself respect yourself
You better go for self because I flow for self

[Verse 1: Faith Evans]
I'll tell you why there's no love, simply you're not cool enough
For what we had between us, don't you know you lost my trust
People ask me where you've been (Where you've been)
And I tell them were just friends (Tell them we're just friends)
Cause it's so obvious that it's never gonna work for us
No no oh no (No)

[Chorus]
Played with my emotions (Played)
You gets no devotion (And you gets no love, gets no love)
You can't get no love from me
You can't even be my friend (Be my friend)
And you gets no love again
Whatever you do it will come back to you bitch
(You gets no love from me)

[Verse 2: Faith Evans]
Tell you why we can't hook up (You gets no love)
Cause I had about enough (You gets no love)
Hearin all the lies you tell (You gets no love)
Boy I thought I knew you well
People think that your my man (People think that your my man)
They don't even understand (They don't even understand)
Just because I let you get some that don't make you the one
We ain't even in love (You know you played with my....)

[Chorus: Faith Evans]
Played with my emotions You gets no devotion
You gets no love, you can get no love from me
You can't even be my friend (Can't be my frie

Feelin' So Good (Bad Boy Remix)

featuring G-Dep,P. Diddy

Jennifer Lopez

4:27

from Jennifer Lopez - J To Tha L-O! The Remixes [Explicit Version] (2002)

We got Artist of the Year rhyming in here
Grammy nominations and platinum plus ain't nothing baby
All night long, all night
Yo, yo...You priceless
You like diamonds and icey wrists
We got chedda, I'm twice as rich
Make you bite your lips, Jenny you know you like unless
Nice and thick, if you ever leave me I'd slice my wrists
Treat you like a bitch, never that
We got beef where my niggas at
Streets is where I'm living at

Cli-di-clack, that's the sounds of the Mini-Mack
Where we at, uptown where it's really at
Gimme that, I want the mansion, the yacht
Advance on the spot, we can dance till we drop
Let my hands slip a knot

Joe, you the Don
Jenny, you the bomb
Any man disrespect, good as gone

When I opened up my eyes today
Felt the sun shining on my face
It became so clear to me
That everything is going my way
I feel like there's no limit to what I can see
Got rid of fears that were holding me
My endless possibilities
Has the whole world opened for me
That's why I'm feeling good --

I'm feeling so good
I knew that I would
Been taking care of myself
Like I should, 'cause not one thing
Can bring me down
Nothing in this world's
Gonna turn me around

Now the day is turning into night
And everything is still going right
There's no way you can stop me this time
Or break this spirit of mine, oh no
Like the stars above I'm gonna shine
Anything I want will be mine
Tonight I'm gonna have a good time
Call a few friends of mine
'Cause I'm loving life
And tonight's for feeling good --

I'm feeling so good
I knew that I would
Been taking care of myself
Like I should, 'cause not one thing
Can bring me down
Nothing in this world's
Gonna turn me around

I'm feeling so good
I knew that I would
Been taking care of myself
Like I should, 'cause not one thing
Can bring me down
Nothing in this world's
Gonna turn me around

Boricua, that's you mamacita
Puerto Rican diva, from La Isla Bonita
Let me freak ya on the dance floor
Lead your man off
He's just trying to get your pants off

That's the last straw
Pun, I ain't got a glass jaw
Better run when you see me coming through the back door
Crack smart, I give it all for my brother
There's two things I don't share
That's my money and my lover

I love honeys since the paradise for real
Since Castle Hill
Better scrap for real

Shut up your grill
You know we never fight
It's your world, girl
Set it off right

I'm feeling so good
I knew that I would
Been taking care of myself
Like I should, 'cause not one thing
Can bring me down
Nothing in this world's
Gonna turn me around

I'm feelin' so
Party on the night
Everything is feelin' right
DJ
Party on the night
Everything is feelin' right
DJ
World's gonna turn me round

I'm feeling so good
I knew that I would
Been taking care of myself
Like I should, 'cause not one thing
Can bring me down
Nothing in this world's
Gonna turn me around

I'm feeling so good
I knew that I would
Been taking care of myself
Like I should, 'cause not one thing
Can bring me down
Nothing in this world's
Gonna turn me around

I'm feeling so good
I knew that I would
Been taking care of myself
Like I should, 'cause not one thing...

Cli-di-clack, that's the sounds of the Mini-Mack
Where we at, uptown where it's really at
Gimme that, I want the mansion, the yacht
Advance on the spot, we can dance till we drop
Let my hands slip a knot

Joe, you the Don
Jenny, you the bomb
Any man disrespect, good as gone

When I opened up my eyes today
Felt the sun shining on my face
It became so clear to me
That everything is going my way
I feel like there's no limit to what I can see
Got rid of fears that were holding me
My endless possibilities
Has the whole world opened for me
That's why I'm feeling good --

I'm feeling so good
I knew that I would
Been taking care of myself
Like I should, 'cause not one thing
Can bring me down
Nothing in this world's
Gonna turn me around

Now the day is turning into night
And everything is still going right
There's no way you can stop me this time
Or break this spirit of mine, oh no
Like the stars above I'm gonna shine
Anything I want will be mine
Tonight I'm gonna have a good time
Call a few friends of mine
'Cause I'm loving life
And tonight's for feeling good --

I'm feeling so good
I knew that I would
Been taking care of myself
Like I should, 'cause not one thing
Can bring me down
Nothing in this world's
Gonna turn me around

Boricua, that's you mamacita
Puerto Rican diva, from La Isla Bonita
Let me freak ya on the dance floor
Lead your man off
He's just trying to get your pants off

That's the last straw
Pun, I ain't got a glass jaw
Better run when you see me coming through the back door
Crack smart, I give it all for my brother
There's two things I don't share
That's my money and my lover

I love honeys since the paradise for real
Since Castle Hill
Better scrap for real

Shut up your grill
You know we never fight
It's your world, girl
Set it off right

I'm feeling so good
I knew that I would
Been taking care of myself
Like I should, 'cause not one thing
Can bring me down
Nothing in this world's
Gonna turn me around

I'm feelin' so
Party on the night
Everything is feelin' right
DJ
Party on the night
Everything is feelin' right
DJ
World's gonna turn me round

I'm feeling so good
I knew that I would
Been taking care of myself
Like I should, 'cause not one thing
Can bring me down
Nothing in this world's
Gonna turn me around

I'm feeling so good
I knew that I would
Been taking care of myself
Like I should, 'cause not one thing...

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B.R.

featuring G-Dep

Black Rob

3:55

from Black Rob - Life Story (2001)

Black rob, BR
Black rob, BR

I am about to set the record straight (the world's famous)
Its 99 man time to let them know man

Verse One:
Yo aiyo yo yo
Its kill or be killed
My skillz leavin them chilled on ice
Like twice when I flash my steel
They can't touch
Won't touch
Never touch
Driving around with the toastly whip, never bust
Puffin dust like fiends
I mean I want green ya shifty
Cop the big eight fifty with the gleam
My team
Full of cut throats with enough notes to write a fuckin book
Take a good fucking look at these bad guys
Stay madd fly, madd high
In the ford expidie and I don't expect to die
On some humble shit
I am on some rumble shit
When it's on you should see the shit I come through with
If you scared by dog release the four by fours
I heard the fagot ass Don died and he shit in his draws
On the streets black good like allstate ya all fake
Just got paid but fuck it I want some more cake
Ya faith, in my hand
Now ya nervous man and drive my brains quick fast at ya service
My brother Curtis squezze gats to celliums
I make it where you can't escape the parra bedlums
I tell some, live ya life like Puff did
I did enough biz ask any body I am rough kid

Chorus:
Black Rob We Are
Black Rob uh-uh
Black Rob We Are
Black Rob uh-uh
Black Rob We Are
Black Rob uh-uh
Black Rob We Are
Black Rob

Verse Two: G-Dep
Yo, yo
I put a finger in the air
For the hearing impaired
If you're hearin this fear
Than your hearing it cleared
Man I fuck with bod, got put on the job
Don't question it to stars, I'ma put'em in saw
Straight gate
I suggest you vacate
When I shake, they feel earthquakes in eight states
Oh trait, off the Richter, drunk
Off the liquor
Shot towards you mister
Off course it hit you hard
It gets hard, I pick the card
Any card any problem I'ma hit your squad
Eyes on the shapar when I twisted god
You think you got it all together
Get it ripped apart
Man you can't stand the heat
Stay up outta the street
Nigga turn po-lice cause they shot up his jeep
I subtract like mad
Don't make me blad
So I want it all, fuck had
Don't make me laugh
By all means
Get this money its all green
It's all good
And I wished that ya'll would
Man fuck that, security told ya to tuck that
Now up that, now that you see where lux at
I got the game by the balls
And I get all calls
So if u play to much I put the shit on pause

Black Rob We Are
Black Rob uh-uh
Black Rob We Are
Black Rob uh-uh
Black Rob We Are
Black Rob uh-uh
Black Rob We Are
Black Rob

BR
BR
Bad Boy Nigga
Harlem Underworld
Alumni
The one guy
The gun die
Day one
Life Stories
Black 99
Life Stories
I'm here 1999 baby it's on
I think I'm about to feel something here
We here baby
Bad Boy
Bad Boy

Black rob, BR
Black rob, BR

I am about to set the record straight (the world's famous)
Its 99 man time to let them know man

Verse One: 
Yo aiyo yo yo
Its kill or be killed
My skillz leavin them chilled on ice 
Like twice when I flash my steel
They can't touch
Won't touch 
Never touch
Driving around with the toastly whip, never bust
Puffin dust like fiends
I mean I want green ya shifty
Cop the big eight fifty with the gleam
My team
Full of cut throats with enough notes to write a fuckin book
Take a good fucking look at these bad guys
Stay madd fly, madd high 
In the ford expidie and I don't expect to die 
On some humble shit
I am on some rumble shit
When it's on you should see the shit I come through with
If you scared by dog release the four by fours 
I heard the fagot ass Don died and he shit in his draws
On the streets black good like allstate ya all fake
Just got paid but fuck it I want some more cake
Ya faith, in my hand
Now ya nervous man and drive my brains quick fast at ya service 
My brother Curtis squezze gats to celliums 
I make it where you can't escape the parra bedlums 
I tell some, live ya life like Puff did
I did enough biz ask any body I am rough kid

Chorus: 
Black Rob We Are
Black Rob uh-uh
Black Rob We Are
Black Rob uh-uh
Black Rob We Are
Black Rob uh-uh
Black Rob We Are
Black Rob

Verse Two: G-Dep
Yo, yo
I put a finger in the air 
For the hearing impaired
If you're hearin this fear
Than your hearing it cleared
Man I fuck with bod, got put on the job
Don't question it to stars, I'ma put'em in saw
Straight gate
I suggest you vacate
When I shake, they feel earthquakes in eight states
Oh trait, off the Richter, drunk
Off the liquor
Shot towards you mister
Off course it hit you hard
It gets hard, I pick the card
Any card any problem I'ma hit your squad
Eyes on the shapar when I twisted god
You think you got it all together
Get it ripped apart
Man you can't stand the heat
Stay up outta the street
Nigga turn po-lice cause they shot up his jeep
I subtract like mad
Don't make me blad
So I want it all, fuck had
Don't make me laugh
By all means
Get this money its all green
It's all good
And I wished that ya'll would
Man fuck that, security told ya to tuck that
Now up that, now that you see where lux at
I got the game by the balls
And I get all calls
So if u play to much I put the shit on pause

Black Rob We Are
Black Rob uh-uh
Black Rob We Are
Black Rob uh-uh
Black Rob We Are
Black Rob uh-uh
Black Rob We Are
Black Rob

BR 
BR
Bad Boy Nigga
Harlem Underworld
Alumni
The one guy
The gun die
Day one
Life Stories
Black 99
Life Stories
I'm here 1999 baby it's on
I think I'm about to feel something here
We here baby
Bad Boy
Bad Boy

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DOWN THE LINE JOINT

featuring G-Dep,Ma$e,Mark Curry,Puff Daddy

Black Rob

4:57

from Black Rob - Life Story (2001)

Verse One: Puffy
When night falls, that's when it all begins
Be prepared we can allow no loose ends
I highly recommend ya'll bring your arms
This is no false alarm
They want to do us harm
Like I'm nervous, live inside a glass house
They want to bring us down
Then drag us out
It's all about niggas that doubt our reputation
Start'n conflict and don't know what they facing
Want twist us all in there black magic
? suggest paper of wars and break havoc
Are u ready, don't sleep on them
Ain't petty, you get that ass thrown like infedy
Meet me at the getaway spot in a jiffy
Leave all the does behind that act iffy
We got maneuvers, that's hard to beat
Till the other side retreats
Under six feet beneath
C'mon

Verse Two: Mark Curry
I told u that is a saw I wore
I'm a kill
When the rebel yells song that don't stop till
It's done, see I got guns and I m sick
See how you said meet me here and I came quick
Them same catz on the most wanted list
We can hit them, Then straight disappear in the mist
?,Won't cease to exist
I shoot to kill and I'll be damned if I miss
A warrior waiting for Armageddon
I get serious as hell when I'm threatened
Intent to get hostile break into a rage of fury
Send them back their apostle's fossils and crazed right
A rude awakening and but now I'm alert
And that's right down my line of work
The whole Brotherhood new verse, gutless cowards with no back
And watch how they all fall flat
Ahh
Chorus:
Niggas gone fall out
The got us up against the wall
Here I call out, let it all out
With or without you I'm for war
Some shit worth dying for, ah-huh

Niggas gone fall out
The got us up against the wall
Here I call out, let it all out
With or without you I'm for war
Some shit worth dying for, ah-huh

Verse Three: Black Rob
Yo,
You want hot soup, I got shit like up on in attica
Guns ridiculous like battle star galactica
What's this, want to insult my family?
La familia, actin like ones of us goin to kill ya
I want ya'll dues,
Shit hit the fan, we going to be eatin your food
Time up in the new
Then torture, I rip a niggas toe nails off
What, I didn't here the news five slayin the law
Man, how I don't want do these catz
I lay mousetraps for those mice house niggas that house gats
They want to out me, I know killers from down south be
Who know and understand, there ain't a thing sweet about me
I earn my respect, and I was born to wreck
Spit techs, by your rockets threw jets
Who's next, to get hit by firepower that's so raw
Go play 4-4's ready for war

Verse Four: Mase
All out, what what,
Wanna blow, what what
Teamsters what what
Mother Fucker
>From Monday to Sunday, it's all about the money
Nigga ain't got mine, I guarantee I'm gun play
Moms says makes u going to need that money one day
Bitch I'm in the jet, Benz on the runway
Don't be fooled, still squeeze tools
Money like that why the fuck I need school
M-A dollar sign E rules
Hundred G jewels,
Vacate places you don't even need shoes
Same catz say stay up, prey 4 my day up
No one where my bitch live, plot where I lay up
If you got coke way up, Got doe then pay up
Niggas shoot at me a nigga better spray up
Cause God forbid, you hit me in my Ribs and I live
Comin back and getting you and your kids

Chorus

Verse Five: G-Dep
Dom Dom Dom
Thought I heard something
Last cat that I heard frontin
Burned up herb huntin
Word cause, my heard something
Splurge something,
Now I don't care who I hit
Its who I hit I knew I hit
Who'm would understand though
We vandals and land roles
Program for our own channels
And flannel, this man knew any clan
We're here for the catz in the minivan
Got let this schemmy plan
Pay me man, scan
Sex, cars any money
Sex guard the money
With this gun, it be hard to run me
Get it right, or get it tonight
Better tonight,
Set up your wife, with the head of the night
Don't fold cause my goals imbedded with ice
To my tents dimming the light
I'm bendin this mic
Lot of niggas don't comprehend
Lots niggas look sloppy when
They don't see me and I see them

Chorus
Chorus

Verse Two: Mark Curry
I told u that is a saw I wore
I'm a kill 
When the rebel yells song that don't stop till
It's done, see I got guns and I m sick
See how you said meet me here and I came quick
Them same catz on the most wanted list
We can hit them, Then straight disappear in the mist
?,Won't cease to exist
I shoot to kill and I'll be damned if I miss
A warrior waiting for Armageddon
I get serious as hell when I'm threatened
Intent to get hostile break into a rage of fury
Send them back their apostle's fossils and crazed right
A rude awakening and but now I'm alert
And that's right down my line of work
The whole Brotherhood new verse, gutless cowards with no back
And watch how they all fall flat 
Ahh
Chorus:
Niggas gone fall out
The got us up against the wall 
Here I call out, let it all out
With or without you I'm for war 
Some shit worth dying for, ah-huh

Niggas gone fall out
The got us up against the wall 
Here I call out, let it all out
With or without you I'm for war 
Some shit worth dying for, ah-huh

Verse Three: Black Rob
Yo,
You want hot soup, I got shit like up on in attica
Guns ridiculous like battle star galactica
What's this, want to insult my family?
La familia, actin like ones of us goin to kill ya
I want ya'll dues, 
Shit hit the fan, we going to be eatin your food
Time up in the new
Then torture, I rip a niggas toe nails off
What, I didn't here the news five slayin the law
Man, how I don't want do these catz
I lay mousetraps for those mice house niggas that house gats
They want to out me, I know killers from down south be
Who know and understand, there ain't a thing sweet about me
I earn my respect, and I was born to wreck
Spit techs, by your rockets threw jets
Who's next, to get hit by firepower that's so raw
Go play 4-4's ready for war

Verse Four: Mase
All out, what what, 
Wanna blow, what what
Teamsters what what
Mother Fucker
>From Monday to Sunday, it's all about the money
Nigga ain't got mine, I guarantee I'm gun play
Moms says makes u going to need that money one day
Bitch I'm in the jet, Benz on the runway
Don't be fooled, still squeeze tools
Money like that why the fuck I need school
M-A dollar sign E rules
Hundred G jewels, 
Vacate places you don't even need shoes
Same catz say stay up, prey 4 my day up
No one where my bitch live, plot where I lay up
If you got coke way up, Got doe then pay up
Niggas shoot at me a nigga better spray up
Cause God forbid, you hit me in my Ribs and I live
Comin back and getting you and your kids

Chorus

Verse Five: G-Dep
Dom Dom Dom
Thought I heard something
Last cat that I heard frontin
Burned up herb huntin
Word cause, my heard something
Splurge something, 
Now I don't care who I hit
Its who I hit I knew I hit
Who'm would understand though
We vandals and land roles
Program for our own channels
And flannel, this man knew any clan
We're here for the catz in the minivan
Got let this schemmy plan
Pay me man, scan
Sex, cars any money
Sex guard the money
With this gun, it be hard to run me
Get it right, or get it tonight
Better tonight, 
Set up your wife, with the head of the night
Don't fold cause my goals imbedded with ice
To my tents dimming the light
I'm bendin this mic
Lot of niggas don't comprehend
Lots niggas look sloppy when
They don't see me and I see them

Chorus 
Chorus

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ESPACIO

featuring G-Dep,Lil' Kim

Black Rob

4:06

from Black Rob - Life Story (2001)

Dangerous niggas
Uhh Black Rob shit
Y'all don't know?
Uhh Uhh
Danegerous niggas
Lil Kim and Black Rob yelowman
P Diddy , the moment you all been waitin for
Murder yeah , ha ha yeah

[Black Rob]
What y'all riffin about, hang em like they did in the South
Dead wit ya dick in ya mouth
Now what this shit is about, niggas sleepin
Like I won't slip in ya house, and put my dick in your spouse
Till you get home, I'm amped like a part of ya couch
Then sit on me, that's what I'ma spit filthy
Pretty swiftly, til them coppers come and get me
Tried to tell his coward ass it's real
Actin like I can't get through that Slomen Shield
I'm a veteran, I'll take leathers and furs in front of him
Safe cracker, moved from New York to Jers
Still sending ?kites with birds?
Nothin's heard, feds wanna tap my word
Take vehicles off curbs, tools off herbs, jewels off of all you nerds
You swerve, I splurge with all yall riches
Comin to joke and blind all yall bitches
Give respect where respect is due
Keep frontin, and I'ma put the tech to you
Coward

CHORUS: Lil Kim and Black Rob
Dame espacio
Man back up off me
Dame espacio
Can I get a minute to breathe?
Dame espacio
That means give me space
Dame espacio
Damn back up off me

[Black Rob]
Like I'm just talking like I never did these things
Snatch chains and rings, teddy bears from siblings
I did things some of yall cowards might not imagine
Like run in the stores, gun drawn, spasm
Press the button bitch I'm not havin
Or it'll your ?super? employee leave in a bag and
Black wagon, bait boy I'm not braggin
It's a promise, I'll take em to school like Nastradamus
It's my thing do what I do best
Want the treasure chest, and that dough in your girl breasts
How dare you try to stash yours in your drawls
What's mines is mines, what's yours aint yours
Get his whip, watch how quickly I paint yours
Watch poppi and them, hit it up with the paintballs
Coward niggas, got the gall, thinkin I won't lamp in the hall
Like New Year's and drop the ball, bitches!

CHORUS

[Lil' Kim]
Where I come from, we all got guns
Be a hundred of yall and we still won't run
Call the cops, they still won't come
We bang on niggas like we playin the drums
These cats think they know me Black
Well I hit em over the head and say "Homey don't play that"
Listen to they rhymes and say didn't I say that?
Damn, I'm the shit, it's like I'ma nigga they be bitin my dick
Get on some old school shit, bitch run your kicks
Go on y'all can have my flow
I extort y'all hoes for all yall dough
And by now I think all yall know
Who's the winner, still champ by T.K.O. WHAT

CHORUS

Dangerous niggas
Uhh Black Rob shit
Y'all don't know?
Uhh Uhh
Danegerous niggas
Lil Kim and Black Rob yelowman
P Diddy , the moment you all been waitin for
Murder yeah , ha ha yeah

[Black Rob]
What y'all riffin about, hang em like they did in the South
Dead wit ya dick in ya mouth
Now what this shit is about, niggas sleepin
Like I won't slip in ya house, and put my dick in your spouse
Till you get home, I'm amped like a part of ya couch
Then sit on me, that's what I'ma spit filthy
Pretty swiftly, til them coppers come and get me
Tried to tell his coward ass it's real
Actin like I can't get through that Slomen Shield
I'm a veteran, I'll take leathers and furs in front of him
Safe cracker, moved from New York to Jers
Still sending ?kites with birds?
Nothin's heard, feds wanna tap my word
Take vehicles off curbs, tools off herbs, jewels off of all you nerds
You swerve, I splurge with all yall riches
Comin to joke and blind all yall bitches
Give respect where respect is due
Keep frontin, and I'ma put the tech to you
Coward

CHORUS: Lil Kim and Black Rob
Dame espacio
Man back up off me
Dame espacio
Can I get a minute to breathe?
Dame espacio
That means give me space
Dame espacio
Damn back up off me

[Black Rob]
Like I'm just talking like I never did these things
Snatch chains and rings, teddy bears from siblings
I did things some of yall cowards might not imagine
Like run in the stores, gun drawn, spasm
Press the button bitch I'm not havin
Or it'll your ?super? employee leave in a bag and
Black wagon, bait boy I'm not braggin
It's a promise, I'll take em to school like Nastradamus
It's my thing do what I do best
Want the treasure chest, and that dough in your girl breasts
How dare you try to stash yours in your drawls
What's mines is mines, what's yours aint yours
Get his whip, watch how quickly I paint yours
Watch poppi and them, hit it up with the paintballs
Coward niggas, got the gall, thinkin I won't lamp in the hall
Like New Year's and drop the ball, bitches!

CHORUS

[Lil' Kim]
Where I come from, we all got guns
Be a hundred of yall and we still won't run
Call the cops, they still won't come
We bang on niggas like we playin the drums
These cats think they know me Black
Well I hit em over the head and say "Homey don't play that"
Listen to they rhymes and say didn't I say that?
Damn, I'm the shit, it's like I'ma nigga they be bitin my dick
Get on some old school shit, bitch run your kicks
Go on y'all can have my flow
I extort y'all hoes for all yall dough
And by now I think all yall know
Who's the winner, still champ by T.K.O. WHAT

CHORUS

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Pain

featuring G-Dep

Puff Daddy

4:38

from Puff Daddy - Forever (1999)

[Puff Daddy In Child's Voice]
Uncle Puffy?
Can you read us a bedtime story, please?
Huh? Please?

[Puff Daddy]
Alright check this out right here

Woke up smoked up, broked up
What I had left and rolled up, lit it
Had a shorty that I brought home, hit it
Sent her on her way, I got no time today
(Yo, I'mma call you next week, aight?)
With all this work I got no time to play (OK)
Cash come and go, and I want mine to stay
Alot of these fake cats won't mind the day
I get an unfair play, then the stairway
That's why I'm like TWA, the airway
Niggas wantin' to believe
What they heard through hear-say
Hopin', but forget it
Check the mail,
It's a letter from jail, from Hoboken
I open and I read it, it said

[G-Dep]
What da deal son?
It's ya nigga Teals in the field, and it's real son
I'mma have to steal one
Caught up on the run with a gun
Can't walk with it down then you can't conceal one
What to do?
I dont' know if ya knew, that kid, True?
Up in 1-2-2, he plottin' to get you
I hear he's due
You just do what need doin'
Let's not forget these niggas could bleed too , one

[Puffy]
OK, good
Those cats don't keep it real as they should
Heard they don't pay good
Stand around all day wishin' they could
But this green fufills they dreams
They ain't a team
Answering machine on screen
Phone rings, it was Arlene from Queens
Head was mean, had a head for schemes
Told her she get head to see me
But she play her hand proper, nothin' can stop her

[Female]
Hey yo, what up Playboy?
I'm out in Saint Croix
With sun cats that say they real
But they toys
I heard ya doin' it though
And you in the flow
Some niggas wanna ruin ya show?
What up, yo?
Whathchu want a rich shot up on his block?
Or I could leave him in his bed dead,
With his dick robbed

[Puffy]
Na Boo, I'mma show you how I do
Just hit me when you get up top
But come on through (Aight)

Now I'm doin' inventory
Guns, clips, vest, bullets
So when I pull it, it's the end of story
Leadin' my men to glory
Then get shorty to hold a pound for me
I know she down for me
Yeah, sneak up on 'em like a car thief
These niggas mad cause it's my party
And my Benz is wide-bodied
Despise me, like the feds despise Ghotti
That I kill for a hobby and lay in your lobby
So try me, go 'head and take a bite
Might as well say good night
Try to put me in the dark, I don't take it light
Now if it's wrong, make it right
Not tommorow, tonight
They barkin', I know the bite
Jumped in the B-N-Z
Niggas gonna see the E-N-D fuckin' with me
See, I knew he was a snake out the ground
Make me wanna call my man rock and break out the hounds
Take it to the pier where you can't make out the sounds
Thoughts in my head goin' 'round, it's goin' down
Pull up to his block, I'mma put it to his knock
But, I don't see him, wouldn't wanna be in town
Ride around for a minute
Thinkin' 'bout the pain that Hell brings
Interrupted by a cell ring
Yeah yeah

[Female] Hey Bo

[Puff Daddy In Child's Voice]
Uncle Puffy?
Can you read us a bedtime story, please?
Huh? Please?

[Puff Daddy]
Alright check this out right here

Woke up smoked up, broked up
What I had left and rolled up, lit it
Had a shorty that I brought home, hit it
Sent her on her way, I got no time today
(Yo, I'mma call you next week, aight?)
With all this work I got no time to play (OK)
Cash come and go, and I want mine to stay
Alot of these fake cats won't mind the day
I get an unfair play, then the stairway
That's why I'm like TWA, the airway
Niggas wantin' to believe 
What they heard through hear-say
Hopin', but forget it
Check the mail, 
It's a letter from jail, from Hoboken
I open and I read it, it said

[G-Dep]
What da deal son?
It's ya nigga Teals in the field, and it's real son
I'mma have to steal one
Caught up on the run with a gun
Can't walk with it down then you can't conceal one
What to do?
I dont' know if ya knew, that kid, True?
Up in 1-2-2, he plottin' to get you
I hear he's due
You just do what need doin'
Let's not forget these niggas could bleed too , one

[Puffy]
OK, good
Those cats don't keep it real as they should
Heard they don't pay good
Stand around all day wishin' they could
But this green fufills they dreams
They ain't a team
Answering machine on screen
Phone rings, it was Arlene from Queens
Head was mean, had a head for schemes
Told her she get head to see me
But she play her hand proper, nothin' can stop her

[Female]
Hey yo, what up Playboy?
I'm out in Saint Croix
With sun cats that say they real
But they toys
I heard ya doin' it though
And you in the flow
Some niggas wanna ruin ya show?
What up, yo?
Whathchu want a rich shot up on his block?
Or I could leave him in his bed dead, 
With his dick robbed

[Puffy]
Na Boo, I'mma show you how I do
Just hit me when you get up top 
But come on through (Aight)

Now I'm doin' inventory
Guns, clips, vest, bullets
So when I pull it, it's the end of story
Leadin' my men to glory
Then get shorty to hold a pound for me
I know she down for me
Yeah, sneak up on 'em like a car thief
These niggas mad cause it's my party
And my Benz is wide-bodied
Despise me, like the feds despise Ghotti
That I kill for a hobby and lay in your lobby
So try me, go 'head and take a bite
Might as well say good night
Try to put me in the dark, I don't take it light
Now if it's wrong, make it right
Not tommorow, tonight
They barkin', I know the bite
Jumped in the B-N-Z
Niggas gonna see the E-N-D fuckin' with me
See, I knew he was a snake out the ground
Make me wanna call my man rock and break out the hounds
Take it to the pier where you can't make out the sounds
Thoughts in my head goin' 'round, it's goin' down
Pull up to his block, I'mma put it to his knock
But, I don't see him, wouldn't wanna be in town
Ride around for a minute
Thinkin' 'bout the pain that Hell brings
Interrupted by a cell ring
Yeah yeah

[Female] Hey Bo

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Reverse

featuring Shyne,G-Dep,Busta Rhymes,Sauce Money,Redman,Cee-Lo

Puff Daddy

5:07

from Puff Daddy - Forever (1999)

[Puffy]
I'll never stop
I don't give a fuck
If it's me against a million billion of
Ya'll mother fuckers
I will never stop

I bust six out the roof of my Bentley Coup
Head shots so mother fuckers can't regroup,
Can't recoup
I'll be damned if you get more points than me
Sell more joints than me
Steal your faith, take a puff, inhale my name
Smoke on it, shit, choke on it
Bitch nigga, I'mma make a hit nigga
Hot mother fucker down to the skit nigga
Game over playa, and nigga ya scored low
Hit me later young, and I'm at the award show
Bank account ten digits and it's all "O's"
I floss the most shit, fuck the most hoes
Come on, you can even ask Don Juan
It's official now, they all rock Sean John
Might have to change my name to strong arm
You came to get money man?
That shit been long gone, come on

[Shyne]
Have much to do with nigga since Nicolas Bond
Poppin' and choppin' until the day that I'm gone
Shyne poor, cuz your dream come from one bottle
Prominent premier, premium bravo
Watch him explain ain't nothin'
But blood thug crime though
Shots in the spinal, from my rivals
Cross the t's and dot the i's and
Pay the judge, drop the top we'll mess around
Shit, it's the kid rapper's feelin'
You cowards don't know?
I'd rather be racketeerin' somewhere
Bustin' shots in the atmosphere and
Not caring, fuckin' the proscecutor at my hearin'
Money laundering, honies wondering
Who me? I reply casually
Come what God would be if He was a straight G
Tonight too tight out of a big ditch we ride

[Redman]
Yo yo yo, it's your hide
Grab the rope and yell rawhide
Front line is pussy, call off sides
I'm focus but my hand is cross-eyed
I left my gun home, here borrow mine
Pop the nine like a judge "All rise"
This gun'll knock plants off tall guys
We value-packs, y'all small fries
(Yo, I'm from the projects)
Yo, but on the floor tied
Don't matter, we'll take up all size
Truly yours doc, then PPP hide, my name is
Since five, I talk jive
In church dressed in cordoroy ties
Now I'm grown up and been married four times
Besides, I'm just a sight for soar eyes
Brick city, known pop the door wide
Stolen Bonneville in New York High

[G-Dep]
Reversin' the plot
Last come, first one to rot, first in the glot
If I miss, circlin' the block, servin' the pot
And I be the person to watch
If your girl missin' the rock, purse and a watch
Hot as it gets, from Hell came outta you debts
Buy the cassette, rewind it to death
Alota y'all sweat it, you try to forget
How I rock shit from N.Y. to Tibet
You got it to bet? That's just how you got into debt
You lost when you nodded your neck
Through the vest,
Through the chest that you tried to protect
Take the voice that you try to project, check
Darin' you to kid, cat shootin' sperm in you wiz
I'm why you smell herb in the crib
Man I'm out for doubtful, shit I spit a mouthful
Indo out-do, intro to outro

[Sauce Money]
I'm the hottest thing spittin' so go warn

[Puffy]
I'll never stop
I don't give a fuck
If it's me against a million billion of 
Ya'll mother fuckers
I will never stop

I bust six out the roof of my Bentley Coup
Head shots so mother fuckers can't regroup, 
Can't recoup
I'll be damned if you get more points than me
Sell more joints than me
Steal your faith, take a puff, inhale my name
Smoke on it, shit, choke on it
Bitch nigga, I'mma make a hit nigga
Hot mother fucker down to the skit nigga
Game over playa, and nigga ya scored low
Hit me later young, and I'm at the award show
Bank account ten digits and it's all "O's"
I floss the most shit, fuck the most hoes
Come on, you can even ask Don Juan
It's official now, they all rock Sean John
Might have to change my name to strong arm
You came to get money man?
That shit been long gone, come on

[Shyne]
Have much to do with nigga since Nicolas Bond
Poppin' and choppin' until the day that I'm gone
Shyne poor, cuz your dream come from one bottle
Prominent premier, premium bravo
Watch him explain ain't nothin' 
But blood thug crime though
Shots in the spinal, from my rivals 
Cross the t's and dot the i's and
Pay the judge, drop the top we'll mess around
Shit, it's the kid rapper's feelin'
You cowards don't know? 
I'd rather be racketeerin' somewhere 
Bustin' shots in the atmosphere and
Not caring, fuckin' the proscecutor at my hearin'
Money laundering, honies wondering
Who me? I reply casually
Come what God would be if He was a straight G
Tonight too tight out of a big ditch we ride

[Redman]
Yo yo yo, it's your hide
Grab the rope and yell rawhide
Front line is pussy, call off sides
I'm focus but my hand is cross-eyed
I left my gun home, here borrow mine
Pop the nine like a judge "All rise"
This gun'll knock plants off tall guys
We value-packs, y'all small fries
(Yo, I'm from the projects)
Yo, but on the floor tied
Don't matter, we'll take up all size
Truly yours doc, then PPP hide, my name is 
Since five, I talk jive
In church dressed in cordoroy ties
Now I'm grown up and been married four times
Besides, I'm just a sight for soar eyes
Brick city, known pop the door wide
Stolen Bonneville in New York High

[G-Dep]
Reversin' the plot
Last come, first one to rot, first in the glot
If I miss, circlin' the block, servin' the pot
And I be the person to watch
If your girl missin' the rock, purse and a watch 
Hot as it gets, from Hell came outta you debts
Buy the cassette, rewind it to death
Alota y'all sweat it, you try to forget
How I rock shit from N.Y. to Tibet
You got it to bet? That's just how you got into debt
You lost when you nodded your neck
Through the vest, 
Through the chest that you tried to protect
Take the voice that you try to project, check
Darin' you to kid, cat shootin' sperm in you wiz
I'm why you smell herb in the crib
Man I'm out for doubtful, shit I spit a mouthful
Indo out-do, intro to outro

[Sauce Money]
I'm the hottest thing spittin' so go warn

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