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from Ghostface Killah - Ironman (1996)
Cat I got to take him off of here, that's right
I got to take him off of here Cause there's only one, and that's me You understand? for all that fighting, you understand That sucka think he good, that sucka think he can whoop me And I know he can't whoop me, i... Ay boy, the nigga whole style is chump You understand? Let me get mines first Then after I get mines, you can do what you want to do... [ghostface] Yeah, scandalous Yeah miraculous, the arsonists Yo, kicked down the door on the spot, 260 2l, I heard they had o's for sale I heard the same shit, money drive a burgundy whip Keep it low, faded licenses plates and great plate Where's the cat from, think he's from new jerusalem Pretty rick did his thing for him, but he was usin him Power sun, jungle, physical, you know the god He go with tim, the one who called lover of god While equality sell, I know the master law now It's time to get the God jewel and blow like mines But on the iow I heard he got born original sin Back in a drive-through kentucky fried shot up his ac We got to get him dunn, aliens is snatchin our bread U.f.o.'s movin in with bigger plans than fed, yo Knock on daddy-o's door get the scope He's not home, he took ishmael to park slope There go the the dreads yo, swindle two bags of that stuff That get you crashed out had you laid out like bums Peace keana, what's up with your girlfriend wanda She drive a green honda, with legs like jane fonda I just left her, she took rashean to pathmark then Jetted to canal to get her man some cloth She said be back in ninety minutes, ghostface God forbid She say, peace to w, who's watchin the kids? [raekwon] Two hours later, scheamin like deniro in casino Son better have more coke than al pacino Keana ain't tellin no lies, last year she did a sting and a half And tymeek bought her a aircraft But anyway, yo, daddy-o home, we need the shotties nidow When we get back, throw you a bit out Later that night, stay mesmerized yo Go get the green 5, meet you on the corner of marriot You ready, you got the e&j and the machete? We goin upstairs, I hope one nigga is empty We walked in, both of us, looked like terrorists Masks on, second floor, dunn yo, I handle this Kick in the crib, the whole shit looked graphical Natural, f**kin a white bitch, actual Fiends chanting, "do your thing chef, handle it" I shot him in the neck, it ricocheted and hit carolyn Ran to the back analyzin, much disguisin Surprise we comin and their eyes were tranquilized And buggin, throwin her twin cousins at his nugget, f**k it Meet shottie waddy slug body hobby Where the drugs, where the ounces you be bouncin Fake cats announcin on the block, you loungin Where the blow at, I ain't got shit, stop frontin (yo chef, throw the joint in his mouth, money'll start stuntin Bitch, show that bit, before I push your wig back Chef stop wavin that, show him where the paper at) Come here valerie, you know the God he need a salary Put down the pipe here's two tickets to a coke gallery It's in the kitchen in the ceiling (baby girl kept squealing Only found a white block of cheese from new zealand Ohhh shit! yo, yo where that shit at yo? Yo chef, where that shit? what? what? aiyyo...) |
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from Ghostface Killah - Apollo Kids (2010)
[Intro/Chorus]
"Together baby.. together baby" "Baby just you and me (just you and me) whoahhh" Yo, yo Aiyyo it's Tone, crispy like a pair of headphones Used to play the 280 party rec rooms Now I play the big spots all in the city Spread champagne, scopin out bitties Pick one, thick one son with small titties It really doesn't matter as long as she's pretty Come here mami, dancin right beside me Tommy Hilfiger cut, skin like Halle She looked like she get it from her momma (momma) That's right Michelle, I'm Obama (bama) Or maybe she get it from Madonna (donna) (Material Girl) I still don ya (don ya) Je-wels is for the girl if she do well Knew she was dangerous, she rode me up too well Her jelly roll shakin like she into the well She wanna put my name on her new nails [Chorus - repeat 2X] Yo, yo Aiyyo I roll on bitches, like a skateboard Got a few friends that give they cake to whores Me that's a no-no, Starks take control of a chick Then I go deep like Tony Romo Kick 'em right out and the day starts over Where I don't stop drinkin and I can't stand sober In the morning when I wake up I get up just to ill TD Bank is what I do with the mills Bracelets, Cuban neck is on chill Polar bear ice, I stay dressed to kill I found my thrill on Blueberry Hill Hittin the haze, now I'm on stilts I'm too high, stuggle like Precious (Precious) Love doctor niggaz get the message When it comes to baggin a chick, don't be impressive I get girls, y'all fellas is desperate [Chorus - repeat 2X] Yeah Yeah, yo Yo son tap that girl, excuse me miss You gangster~! Far from a bougie chick Love the way you talk, your jeans fit nice Still a lil' hood in you, you just my type Go 'head swallow that new roll, no disrespect You front on me tonight I'ma bag me a new hoe Spank that ass like a real papichulo Picture me Neutron I sit you right on your culo [Chorus - repeat 2X] [Ghostface over Chorus] That's right sexy lady Come and have a seat baby Come get a taste of this Patron and Nuvo This that Jimmy Neutron baby Your lipstick lookin all good put your lips on this baby Come sip on this, aight? Check it out, let's go |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
[Inspectah Deck]
Yo, this goes for all my brothers and sisters locked down For all my peoples incarcerated, for those who ain't make it Yo, in the housing, thousands seen early graves Victims of wordly ways, memories stays engraved All my live brothers, is locked down with high numbers The young hunger, blind to these lies, they die younger In this New World the Order slaughter men, women, and children Ten feet gates surround the building keep us sealed in The projects, lifeless like a vietnam vet Constant war, sever threats of enemy conquest Crooked cops comb my building complex that's in the rumble Streets are like a jungle, can't let my cypher crumble Vivid thoughts, Devils resort to trick knowledge They kick garbage, lust for chicks and quick dollars I know the pain the game bring, I did the same thing Spaced out in the staircase, performing a sting It's hard to keep control, I bless those who seek a scroll Trying to reach a whole nation and break the sleeper hold Not a role model, I walk a hard role to follow I sold bottles of sorrow then chose poems and novels The gospel was told, some souls it swallowed whole Mentally they fold, and they eventually sold their life and times, deadly like the virus design but too, minute to dilute, the science is mine You can't party your life away Drink your life away Smoke your life away Fuck your life away Dream your life away Scheme your life away Cause your seeds grow up the same way [Masta Killa] A voice cries from the wilderness of the North A representation of the families that lost one all victims of incarceration Or other divisions of the family structure Youths are injected with serums that leads to skin irritations, babies being born with disfigurations, experimentations On their faces there bear world relations of mothers that carry the pain of blood stained streets where sisters mourn and wail Fifth brothers been slain from hails of gun fire It lightly begins to rain screams of terror are hidden by the passing trains This can't be little Shane, his uncle cried As he drops to his nephew's side, holding his cane Just give me a name, of who has inflicted this bitter sickness, and left us to witness [U-God] Yeah, yo Curses from war, innocent blood spills for days Soothe in godly ways, hands, solemn in praise Tree of life, more precious than Wu is golden game The wise self flourish inherit, Halls of Fame Crime visions in my blood got me, locked in prison While we die hard living people whine about religion, vision Blow, spin, and sin and killing what's revealing It's a never ending battle with no ending or beginning, listen Zero process, progress, become the hunted America's most wanted, good life flaunted, want it Some love the speed, some satisfy a need Some want to be down, young gun seed, jungle breed The stronger speed, someone die, someone bleed One flew astray, and then caught my little seed Can it be, the ice have us trife life, made me grab the knife The righteous man would be within these stripes pipes Take in my energy, breath and know the rest Cause the good die young and the hard die best You can't party your life away Drink your life away Smoke your life away Fuck your life away Dream your life away Scheme your life away Cause your seeds grow up the same way Cause your seeds grow up the same way Cause your seeds grow up the same way [RZA] Y'all bitches love dances, and pulling down your pants while your man's on tour, your spending up his advances Your friends ain't shit, all they do is drink, smoke, and suck dick The whole projects is trapped in stench You either high school drop-outs, one to three cop-outs Fifteen years old, shorty ass and top out Ninety-nine cent beer drinking pussy stinking Fucking so much your ass and titties start shrinking New World Order slave trade, minimum wage, Medicaid Can a devil fool a Muslim nowadays Inside my lab, I'm going mad Took two drags off the blunts, and started breaking down the flag The blue is for the Crips, the red is for the Bloods The whites for the cops, and the stars come from the clubs or the slugs that ignites, through the night, by the dawn Early light, why is sons fighting for the stripe [Method Man] As we dwell through this concrete hell, calling it home Mama say, take your time young man and build your own Don't wind up like your old dad Still searching for them glory days he never had So many bad want to scheme for American dream, no more kings The cash rule everything now, we going down These babies looking up to us, it's up to us The Million Man March MC's, get on the bus But envy, greed, lust, and hate, separate Though the devil mind state blood kin cannot relate No longer, brothers, we unstable Like Kane when he slew Abel, killing each other You can't party your life away Drink your life away Smoke your life away Fuck your life away Dream your life away Scheme your life away Cause your seeds grow up the same way Cause your seeds grow up the same way Cause your seeds grow up the same way |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever [Explicit Version] (2001)
Yo, this goes for all my brothers
and sisters locked down For all my peoples incarcerated, for those who ain't make it Yo, in the housing, thousands seen early graves Victims of wordly ways, memories stays engraved All my live brothers, is locked down with high numbers The young hunger, blind to these lies, they die younger In this New World the Order slaughter men, women, and children Ten feet gates surround the building keep us sealed in The projects, lifeless like a vietnam vet Constant war, sever threats of enemy conquest Crooked cops comb my building complex that's in the rumble Streets are like a jungle, can't let my cypher crumble Vivid thoughts, Devils resort to trick knowledge They kick garbage, lust for chicks and quick dollars I know the pain the game bring, I did the same thing Spaced out in the staircase, performing a sting It's hard to keep control, I bless those who seek a scroll Trying to reach a whole nation and break the sleeper hold Not a role model, I walk a hard role to follow I sold bottles of sorrow then chose poems and novels The gospel was told, some souls it swallowed whole Mentally they fold, and they eventually sold their life and times, deadly like the virus design but too, minute to dilute, the science is mine You can't party your life away Drink your life away Smoke your life away Fuck your life away Dream your life away Scheme your life away Cause your seeds grow up the same way Masta Killa A voice cries from the wilderness of the North A representation of the families that lost one all victims of incarceration Or other divisions of the family structure Youths are injected with serums that leads to skin irritations, babies being born with disfigurations, experimentations On their faces there bear world relations of mothers that carry the pain of blood stained streets where sisters mourn and wail Big brothers been slain from hails of gun fire It lightly begins to rain screams of terror are hidden by the passing trains This can't be little Shane, his uncle cried As he drops to his nephew's side, holding his cane Just give me a name, of who has inflicted this bitter sickness, and left us to witness U-God Yeah, yo Curses from war, innocent blood spills for days Soothe in godly ways, hands, solemn in praise Tree of life, more precious than Wu is golden game The wise self flourish inherit, Halls of Fame Crime visions in my blood got me, locked in prison While we die hard living people whine about religion, vision Blow, spin, and sin and killing what's revealing It's a never ending battle with no ending or beginning, listen Zero process, progress, become the hunted America's most wanted, good life flaunted, want it Some love the speed, some satisfy a need Some want to be down, young gun seed, jungle breed The stronger speed, someone die, someone bleed One flew astray, and then caught my little seed Can it be, the ice have us trife life, made me grab the knife The righteous man would be within these stripes pipes Take in my energy, breath and know the rest Cause the good die young and the hard die best You can't party your life away Drink your life away Smoke your life away Fuck your life away Dream your life away Scheme your life away Cause your seeds grow up the same way Cause your seeds grow up the same way Cause your seeds grow up the same way |
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from Ghostface Killah - Ironman (1996)
Intro: Ghostface Killah, The Delphonics ()
(After the smoke is done) Yo Yeah (Tang-o-Phonics) yeah, what, what, who wanna do it, what (Number one) Slap fire outcha monkey ass niggas (After the smoke is done) word up, big dick, motherfucking house Whaddup, bench press these cats (Tang-o-Phonics number one) Yo [Ghostface Killah] Yo, god, show these niggas how we get deep, down and dirty Like Keyon, got his wig pushed back, Five-thirty Yo they gotta hit placed on my head, what should the God do? Max out in Spain and do business with the Jews Never that, them never look angry out of synch The imperial, industrial king got weight Don't give a fuck like the poor part, we watch 'Heart To Heart' They used to push me in shuffle cards Now I'm writing books like Ebeneezer The porno teaser saying words like Sheba Educated rapper fouling the teaser My team got rocks like Six Flags, plus the Wu lab Cameras in nine bedrooms we own tags Don't touch this crackling hot shit I snap ya shoulder blade in half, laugh, and pop shit Reader's Digest, passed my book to L. Ron Hubbard Got bagged that the world government tried to dub it But devils love it movie trap raps cover the tracks Like Ajax sharper than cuts laced on hardly scratched Supreme clientele, my cartel Willie Star passed, shit his piece, where's the Nobel? Oh well, signing off as usual, The arsonist, leaving niggas lost in the stairwell Break: Ghostface Killah, The Delphonics () (Wu-Tang-Delphonics number one) Yeah, yo, yo Represent my projects Stapelton (after the smoke is done) He represent that project Park Hill (Wu-Tang-Delphonics number one) You represent that project Murder West Brighton Now Born Arm banging into that will (ahhhhh) Word up, (after the smoke is clear) yeah, what, Stapleton (Delphonics and Wu-Tang still here) Park Hill, word up, yeah, yeah, New York [Raekwon] The greatest story ever told by me, precisely Roman numeral IV plus three describe me My son move like the toad get drunk speak in codes Throw a fiend in the sleeper hold got beef with the cold Met my comrade go half on this lamp down in Baghdad Flipping like a mex tab get money like an Arab The type niggas snapped six legs on the crab Now, hush, who wanna do what, my click better bust [RZA] Underprivileged, Grew up in a Stapleton house village, Where blood flood the water in the streets like oil spillage When the water was flowing (Wu-Tang-Delphonics number one) I spot a fifty-five borough A nigga was still flowing voice was echoing I rise high like an Opera's, Procter wouldn't Gamble The sample, it shocked her My ninjas run wilder than Shaka Zulu, some play peace like Donny the Guru Others live to be wise and old like Desmond Dutcher Undisputed champion, bell holders, shape and mould us Soul Controller of the moon, I, solar and polar I blow half smoke through my nasal bust my ways with thirty words Wu-Tang wasn't for children like cannibals raiding Sicilians Outro: The Delphonics After the smoke is done Wu-Tang-o-Phonics number one After the smoke is done Wu-Tang-o-Phonics number one After the smoke is clear Tang-o-Phonics and Wu-Tang still here After the smoke is done Wu-Tang-o-Phonics number one Ahhhhh (Wuuuuuu, wuuuuuu) |
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from Ghostface Killah - More Fish (2006)
Ghost face
Alex (stolen script) Yeah, Thats right, Hardy Boys shit Smoke a winston to this shit word up bout to f**kin blow ya head up yeah yo, yo, he got his stones from greece, in his mouth he had like 30 plus carats, ??? smoked cigars like a bogart classic told niggas if he die he want a glass casket parents died when he was five years old made his way inside the US with columbian gold a fake name, and a passport ???? one sister pretty thing light skinned niggas will body over her like f**k it with a scar by her left eye her brother alex was extremely close he sold coats and minks had ??? put in toilets and sinks loved to rollerskate 99 did time up in ??? came home blown ??? kings and soldiers never gave a f**k about that mc beef in queens Alex, he was a rich nigga, he had close to ten bodies under his belt his man did the last one and got murdered himself took him a while to get his head together alex one day, out in a l.a. made a call to new york told his man I-God its going down fly the whole team in for support member that ray shit that jamie foxx played that was my shit i never got paid they got rich off a stolen strip In 98 i seen charles on the cali strip sold him copyrights his life and ??? flip In brail he read it in no time hit it me with his ?? i give you some more lines real talk stand up dude said how yo like jamie foxx to replay you he said yeah thats cool but under one circumstance, you think he can bow my walk flip my talk and my hands i said sure why not he can imitate anything turst me this young boy hot shook his hand and i bounced in the limo grabbed my cell bit my cigar then rolled down the window contacted stonybrook and roberts, told em we got it in 10 now that yo ray ray signed it now we can move on and shoot this live shit, with mad options paramount and dreamworks we shopping on mandelay and new line coppin i go and get 10 mill and blow it on the independent market but anyway down in ??? changed i had a meeting with this rich investor said hed throw 20 million on the kids film only if he chose the cash he was drunk he was talking real fast so i test his mouth, laid back then i put him on blast, where exactly you gonna get this cash i got a an ill gotti ??? connect, wise guys they kill ???? catchin bodies earning respect they waiter came and he dropped of the shrimp fried rice he ordered, i said thankas as he poured my water then out came the veggie roll, sesame chicken and mint tea rice wine had me wantin to pee i said excuse me i'll be right back, pardon me grabbed his glass and he nodded to me standed up to take a piss this shit felt like a nut got back the dude vanished breifcase tooken off asked the waiter where he go the mother f**ker spoke spanish |
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from Ghostface Killah - More Fish (2006)
Ghost face
Alex (stolen script) Yeah, Thats right, Hardy Boys shit Smoke a winston to this shit word up bout to f**kin blow ya head up yeah yo, yo, he got his stones from greece, in his mouth he had like 30 plus carats, ??? smoked cigars like a bogart classic told niggas if he die he want a glass casket parents died when he was five years old made his way inside the US with columbian gold a fake name, and a passport ???? one sister pretty thing light skinned niggas will body over her like f**k it with a scar by her left eye her brother alex was extremely close he sold coats and minks had ??? put in toilets and sinks loved to rollerskate 99 did time up in ??? came home blown ??? kings and soldiers never gave a f**k about that mc beef in queens Alex, he was a rich nigga, he had close to ten bodies under his belt his man did the last one and got murdered himself took him a while to get his head together alex one day, out in a l.a. made a call to new york told his man I-God its going down fly the whole team in for support member that ray shit that jamie foxx played that was my shit i never got paid they got rich off a stolen strip In 98 i seen charles on the cali strip sold him copyrights his life and ??? flip In brail he read it in no time hit it me with his ?? i give you some more lines real talk stand up dude said how yo like jamie foxx to replay you he said yeah thats cool but under one circumstance, you think he can bow my walk flip my talk and my hands i said sure why not he can imitate anything turst me this young boy hot shook his hand and i bounced in the limo grabbed my cell bit my cigar then rolled down the window contacted stonybrook and roberts, told em we got it in 10 now that yo ray ray signed it now we can move on and shoot this live shit, with mad options paramount and dreamworks we shopping on mandelay and new line coppin i go and get 10 mill and blow it on the independent market but anyway down in ??? changed i had a meeting with this rich investor said hed throw 20 million on the kids film only if he chose the cash he was drunk he was talking real fast so i test his mouth, laid back then i put him on blast, where exactly you gonna get this cash i got a an ill gotti ??? connect, wise guys they kill ???? catchin bodies earning respect they waiter came and he dropped of the shrimp fried rice he ordered, i said thankas as he poured my water then out came the veggie roll, sesame chicken and mint tea rice wine had me wantin to pee i said excuse me i'll be right back, pardon me grabbed his glass and he nodded to me standed up to take a piss this shit felt like a nut got back the dude vanished breifcase tooken off asked the waiter where he go the mother f**ker spoke spanish |
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from Ghostface Killah - Ironman (1996)
Intro one:
- What they gives you blood? - Three months man. - Watchu doin' in here anyway? You oughta be home with your mama. - How old are you boy? - Thirteen. - Thirteen? Damn, the bastards must be running outta niggaz to arrest. Intro: Ghostface Yeah, ooh yeah, this goes out to all the families that went through the struggle Yeah, from the heart It was from the heart, everything was real [Ghostface Killah] Yo, dwelling in the past, flashbacks when I was young Whoever thought that I'd have a baby girl and three sons I'm going through this difficult stage I it find hard to believe Why my Old Earth had so many seeds But she's her own woman and due to me I respect that I saw life for what it's really worth and took a step back Family ain't family no more, we used to play ball Eggs after school, eat grits 'cause we was poor Grab the pliers from the channel, fix the hanger on the TV Rocking each others pants to school wasn't easy We survived winters, snotty nosed with no coats We kept it real, but the older brother still had jokes Sadly, Daddy left me at the age of six I didn't know nothing but my Mommy neatly packed his shit She cried, and Grandma held the family down I guess Mommy wasn't strong enough, she just went down Check it, fifteen of us in a three bedroom apartment Roaches everywhere, cousins and aunts was there Four in the bed, two at the foot, two at the head I didn't like to sleep with Jon-Jon, he peed in the bed Seven o'clock, plucking roaches out the cereal box Some shared the same spoon, watching Saturday cartoons Sugar water was our thing, every meal was no thrill In the summer, free lunch held us down like steel And there was days I had to go to Tex house with a note Stating, "Gloria can I borrow some food I'm dead broke" So embarrassing I couldn't stand and knock on they door My friends might be laughing, I spent stamps in stores Mommy where's the toilet paper, use the newspaper Look Ms. Rose gave us a couch, she's the neighbour Things was deep, my whole youth was sharper than cleats Two brothers with muscular dystrophy, it killed me But I remember this, Moms would lick her fingertips To wipe the cold out my eye before school with her spit Case worker had her running back to face to face I caught a case, housing tried to throw us out of our place Sometimes I look up at the stars and analyse the sky And ask myself was I meant to be here...why? Yeah, yo [Chorus: Mary J. Blige] All that I got is you And I'm so thankful I made it through (Repeat 4x) [Mary J. Blige] I sit and think about All the times we did without, yeah I always said I wouldn't cry When I saw tears in your eyes I understand that daddy's not here now But some way or somehow, I will always be around, yeah All things that I did from this to them Oh, from drugs to being there Being down and out and I love you always [Poppa Wu] Yeah, you say You see the universe, which consists of the sun, moon and stars And them planets, that exist in my space Like man, woman and child You understand? We got to keep it real, and what reality and reality will keep it real with us I remember them good ol' days Because see, that's the child I was What made me the man I am today See, 'cause if you forget where you come from, hehe You're never gonna make it where you're goin', aheh Because you lost the reality of yourself So take one stroll through your mind And see what you will find And you'll see a hole universe all over again and again and again and again and again Hehehe, yeah hehehehe ahahehehe |
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from Ghostface Killah - Ghostface Killah...Shaolin's Finest (2002)
Intro one:
- What they gives you blood? - Three months man. - Watchu doin' in here anyway? You oughta be home with your mama. - How old are you boy? - Thirteen. - Thirteen? Damn, the bastards must be running outta niggaz to arrest. Intro: Ghostface Yeah, ooh yeah, this goes out to all the families that went through the struggle Yeah, from the heart It was from the heart, everything was real [Ghostface Killah] Yo, dwelling in the past, flashbacks when I was young Whoever thought that I'd have a baby girl and three sons I'm going through this difficult stage I it find hard to believe Why my Old Earth had so many seeds But she's her own woman and due to me I respect that I saw life for what it's really worth and took a step back Family ain't family no more, we used to play ball Eggs after school, eat grits 'cause we was poor Grab the pliers from the channel, fix the hanger on the TV Rocking each others pants to school wasn't easy We survived winters, snotty nosed with no coats We kept it real, but the older brother still had jokes Sadly, Daddy left me at the age of six I didn't know nothing but my Mommy neatly packed his shit She cried, and Grandma held the family down I guess Mommy wasn't strong enough, she just went down Check it, fifteen of us in a three bedroom apartment Roaches everywhere, cousins and aunts was there Four in the bed, two at the foot, two at the head I didn't like to sleep with Jon-Jon, he peed in the bed Seven o'clock, plucking roaches out the cereal box Some shared the same spoon, watching Saturday cartoons Sugar water was our thing, every meal was no thrill In the summer, free lunch held us down like steel And there was days I had to go to Tex house with a note Stating, "Gloria can I borrow some food I'm dead broke" So embarrassing I couldn't stand and knock on they door My friends might be laughing, I spent stamps in stores Mommy where's the toilet paper, use the newspaper Look Ms. Rose gave us a couch, she's the neighbour Things was deep, my whole youth was sharper than cleats Two brothers with muscular dystrophy, it killed me But I remember this, Moms would lick her fingertips To wipe the cold out my eye before school with her spit Case worker had her running back to face to face I caught a case, housing tried to throw us out of our place Sometimes I look up at the stars and analyse the sky And ask myself was I meant to be here...why? Yeah, yo [Chorus: Mary J. Blige] All that I got is you And I'm so thankful I made it through (Repeat 4x) [Mary J. Blige] I sit and think about All the times we did without, yeah I always said I wouldn't cry When I saw tears in your eyes I understand that daddy's not here now But some way or somehow, I will always be around, yeah All things that I did from this to them Oh, from drugs to being there Being down and out and I love you always [Poppa Wu] Yeah, you say You see the universe, which consists of the sun, moon and stars And them planets, that exist in my space Like man, woman and child You understand? We got to keep it real, and what reality and reality will keep it real with us I remember them good ol' days Because see, that's the child I was What made me the man I am today See, 'cause if you forget where you come from, hehe You're never gonna make it where you're goin', aheh Because you lost the reality of yourself So take one stroll through your mind And see what you will find And you'll see a hole universe all over again and again and again and again and again Hehehe, yeah hehehehe ahahehehe |
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from Rush Hour (러시 아워) by Ira Hearshen [ost] (1998)
Yeah, now we're gonna give a shout out, knowumsayin'?
Def Jam, knowumsayin'? Niggas like Method Man, Redman Say all the artists here, knowumsayin'? Bacon Lot, knowumsayin'? I don't need no introductions, Cat Whuuuuut I'm sittin' in my west, I'm analyzin' thoughts I'm sippin' off a quart that I just had bought I'm thinkin' of the moment, things soar in that head I feel assurin' durin', also glad Yes, feel assured by knowin' I won Cuz there's no one who can fuck wit A-Sun I'm not bein' pushy but I'm born to boss You need A-Sun, oh yes, well of course Don't see the riot, everyone keeps quiet If you don't believe nigga, get hyper and try it Yes it is me, a total fresh MC Yo, I'm born to be, MC history Rhyming on time because that's the deal You're only as fresh as your ass feel Other MC's, you are bound to fall Cuz your real world is not a world at all 1 - |
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from Ghostface Killah - Supreme Clientele (2000)
[Ghostface] Uh-huh, uh-huh, motherfucker, uh-huh Yeah, I see that, I see that All y'all fake motherfuckers up in the joint, huh? Stealin my light, huh? Watch me, duke, watch me Yo, check these up top murderous Snowy in the bezzle as the cloud merges F.B.I. try and want word with this Kid who punked out bust a shot uip in the becon Catch me in the corner not speakin Crushed out heavenly, U.G. rock the sweet daddy long fox minks Chicken and brocolli, Wally's look stinky With his man straight from Raleigh Durham, he recognized Kojak I slapped him five, Masta Killa cracked his tiny form E'rybody break bread, huddle around Guzzle that, I'm about to throw a hand in your bag Since the face been revealed, game got real Radio been gassin niggaz, my imposters scream they ill I'm the inventor, '86 rhymin at the center Debut '93 LP told you to Enter Punk faggot niggaz stealin my light Crawl up in the bed with grandma, beneath the La-Z-Boy where ya hid ya knife Ghost is back, stretch Cadillacs, fruit cocktails Hit the shells at Paul's Pastry Rack Walk with me like Darthy tried to judge these plush degrees, said the cow, wrap the fees Gettin waxed all through the drive-thru Take the stand, throw my hand all on the Bible and tell lies too, I'm the ultimate splash the Wolverine Razor Sharp ring, dolomite student in role holdin it [Chorus: Ghostface] Aiyyo, this rappin's like Ziti, facin me real TV Crash at high-speeds, strawberry, kiwi As we approach, yo herb, the Gods bail These Staten Island ferryboat cats bail Fresh cellies, 50 thief up in the city We banned for life, Apollo kids live to spit the real [Ghostface] A pair of bright phat yellow Air Max Hit the racks, stack 'em up Son, $20 off no tax Street merchant tucked in the cloud, stay splurgin Rock a eagle head, 6-inch height was the bird Monday night Dallas verse Jets, dudes slid in with one hand Two culture-ciphers, one bag of wet Heavy rain fucked my kicks up Wasn't lookin, splashed in the puddle Bitch laughin, first thought was beat the bitch up Mossied off gracefully, New York's most wanted tee-ball hawk Seen the yellow brick road, lust of pastries Same Ghostface, holy in the mind Last scene: Manhatten Chase We drew the six-eight digit in the briefcase Rawness, title is Hell-bound Quick to reload around faces, surround look astound [Raekwon] We split a fair one, poker nose money Gin rummy with glare, spot the lame, bit his ear Yo, you taste a tea-spoon, 300 goons, stash baloons Locked in lab rooms, hit with glock, stashed in Grant's Tomb Clocked him like a patient, his stock's full, hustle invasion Knowin now, we cocked a block off, the chain tri-color Freezin in valor, ice-sicle galore Gas station light gleamin on the wall Cop WiseGuy jams, James Bond vans Niggaz flipped Timbs, rock boats under water, watch clams pose at the stand-off, mad timid hopin that the gun fall, guess him like lottery balls, yo [Chorus] |
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from Ghostface Killah - Ghostface Killah...Shaolin's Finest (2002)
[Ghostface]
Uh-huh, uh-huh, motherfucker, uh-huh Yeah, I see that, I see that All y'all fake motherfuckers up in the joint, huh? Stealin my light, huh? Watch me, duke, watch me Yo, check these up top murderous Snowy in the bezzle as the cloud merges F.B.I. try and want word with this Kid who punked out bust a shot uip in the becon Catch me in the corner not speakin Crushed out heavenly, U.G. rock the sweet daddy long fox minks Chicken and brocolli, Wally's look stinky With his man straight from Raleigh Durham, he recognized Kojak I slapped him five, Masta Killa cracked his tiny form E'rybody break bread, huddle around Guzzle that, I'm about to throw a hand in your bag Since the face been revealed, game got real Radio been gassin niggaz, my imposters scream they ill I'm the inventor, '86 rhymin at the center Debut '93 LP told you to Enter Punk faggot niggaz stealin my light Crawl up in the bed with grandma, beneath the La-Z-Boy where ya hid ya knife Ghost is back, stretch Cadillacs, fruit cocktails Hit the shells at Paul's Pastry Rack Walk with me like Darthy tried to judge these plush degrees, said the cow, wrap the fees Gettin waxed all through the drive-thru Take the stand, throw my hand all on the Bible and tell lies too, I'm the ultimate splash the Wolverine Razor Sharp ring, dolomite student in role holdin it [Chorus: Ghostface] Aiyyo, this rappin's like Ziti, facin me real TV Crash at high-speeds, strawberry, kiwi As we approach, yo herb, the Gods bail These Staten Island ferryboat cats bail Fresh cellies, 50 thief up in the city We banned for life, Apollo kids live to spit the real [Ghostface] A pair of bright phat yellow Air Max Hit the racks, stack 'em up Son, $20 off no tax Street merchant tucked in the cloud, stay splurgin Rock a eagle head, 6-inch height was the bird Monday night Dallas verse Jets, dudes slid in with one hand Two culture-ciphers, one bag of wet Heavy rain fucked my kicks up Wasn't lookin, splashed in the puddle Bitch laughin, first thought was beat the bitch up Mossied off gracefully, New York's most wanted tee-ball hawk Seen the yellow brick road, lust of pastries Same Ghostface, holy in the mind Last scene: Manhatten Chase We drew the six-eight digit in the briefcase Rawness, title is Hell-bound Quick to reload around faces, surround look astound [Raekwon] We split a fair one, poker nose money Gin rummy with glare, spot the lame, bit his ear Yo, you taste a tea-spoon, 300 goons, stash baloons Locked in lab rooms, hit with glock, stashed in Grant's Tomb Clocked him like a patient, his stock's full, hustle invasion Knowin now, we cocked a block off, the chain tri-color Freezin in valor, ice-sicle galore Gas station light gleamin on the wall Cop WiseGuy jams, James Bond vans Niggaz flipped Timbs, rock boats under water, watch clams pose at the stand-off, mad timid hopin that the gun fall, guess him like lottery balls, yo [Chorus] |
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from Trife Diesel - Put It On The Line (2005)
[Ghostface]
Uh-huh, uh-huh, motherfucker, uh-huh Yeah, I see that, I see that All y'all fake motherfuckers up in the joint, huh? Stealin my light, huh? Watch me, duke, watch me Yo, check these up top murderous Snowy in the bezzle as the cloud merges F.B.I. try and want word with this Kid who punked out bust a shot uip in the becon Catch me in the corner not speakin Crushed out heavenly, U.G. rock the sweet daddy long fox minks Chicken and brocolli, Wally's look stinky With his man straight from Raleigh Durham, he recognized Kojak I slapped him five, Masta Killa cracked his tiny form E'rybody break bread, huddle around Guzzle that, I'm about to throw a hand in your bag Since the face been revealed, game got real Radio been gassin niggaz, my imposters scream they ill I'm the inventor, '86 rhymin at the center Debut '93 LP told you to Enter Punk faggot niggaz stealin my light Crawl up in the bed with grandma, beneath the La-Z-Boy where ya hid ya knife Ghost is back, stretch Cadillacs, fruit cocktails Hit the shells at Paul's Pastry Rack Walk with me like Darthy tried to judge these plush degrees, said the cow, wrap the fees Gettin waxed all through the drive-thru Take the stand, throw my hand all on the Bible and tell lies too, I'm the ultimate splash the Wolverine Razor Sharp ring, dolomite student in role holdin it [Chorus: Ghostface] Aiyyo, this rappin's like Ziti, facin me real TV Crash at high-speeds, strawberry, kiwi As we approach, yo herb, the Gods bail These Staten Island ferryboat cats bail Fresh cellies, 50 thief up in the city We banned for life, Apollo kids live to spit the real [Ghostface] A pair of bright phat yellow Air Max Hit the racks, stack 'em up Son, $20 off no tax Street merchant tucked in the cloud, stay splurgin Rock a eagle head, 6-inch height was the bird Monday night Dallas verse Jets, dudes slid in with one hand Two culture-ciphers, one bag of wet Heavy rain fucked my kicks up Wasn't lookin, splashed in the puddle Bitch laughin, first thought was beat the bitch up Mossied off gracefully, New York's most wanted tee-ball hawk Seen the yellow brick road, lust of pastries Same Ghostface, holy in the mind Last scene: Manhatten Chase We drew the six-eight digit in the briefcase Rawness, title is Hell-bound Quick to reload around faces, surround look astound [Raekwon] We split a fair one, poker nose money Gin rummy with glare, spot the lame, bit his ear Yo, you taste a tea-spoon, 300 goons, stash baloons Locked in lab rooms, hit with glock, stashed in Grant's Tomb Clocked him like a patient, his stock's full, hustle invasion Knowin now, we cocked a block off, the chain tri-color Freezin in valor, ice-sicle galore Gas station light gleamin on the wall Cop WiseGuy jams, James Bond vans Niggaz flipped Timbs, rock boats under water, watch clams pose at the stand-off, mad timid hopin that the gun fall, guess him like lottery balls, yo [Chorus] |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
(come on in)
[Ol Dirty] *singing* Dinn-dnn-dnn-ta-dnn (come on in) Dinn-dnn-ta-dnn, dinn DNN DAH (come on, come on, come on in) Dnn-da-duh-duh-DAH, you BITCH ASS niggaz! (come on in, come on, come on, come on in) Intro/Chorus: Ol Dirty/Osirus As high as Wu-Tang get Allah allow us pop this shit Just like black shoe fit If you can't wear it, well don't fuck with it! Verse One: The Genius/GZA Yo, too many songs, weak rhymes that's mad long Make it brief Son, half short and twice strong No doubt, it took time searchin, eventually it was prime urgent, for you to examine the rhyme merchant Lace MC's with styles when they rhyme drunk On a label hunt, until twenty thou, out the trunk Eight Diagram sword swinga armored tank force RZA throw in the disc but then change the bank source You can't flow, must be the speech impediment You got lost off the snare off Impeach the President Whether in Amsterdam smokin seven grams of green then you pack, a thousand white teens in tight jeans This Witty Unpredictable shot is critical to analytical analogy, insurance policies why Said he know that sounds define the note Couldn't recognize, blast him the fuck behind the ropes Too many dope niggaz I see starvin Catch a single deal, a possible plea bargain Wu slay regardles to whom or what, five mics five nights Hang him from the balcony, drop twenty-five flights A fugitive bass playin rap czar smoke the cigars, his prints on the strings of his guitar Chorus Verse Two: Method Man/Iron Lung Tical got a hold on ya, doin exactly what the fuck I mariju-wanta, dis nigga nasty Deep in the dirty dungeon, buggin, lovin the ways these rhymes keep comin, at cha splash ya Get your head piece fractured, with killer cuts prone to drops ya, slash ya, rip shit up Got this whole thing Tang mastered, sho nuff An MC too good to be touched, John John bring the phenomenon, I cold crush MC, inferiorities they froze up, ice cold as we move on, saga unfold Captivated by a saga that go untold, like Goldfinger Caught up in a cliffhanger Yo I-N-S another code red, danger, break out the vest Now it's tactical warfare, it's all here Come with your shield and hardware, it be on here Don't ever roam, in the naked city Eight Fingers stories none pretty Bomb em wit the Witty Unpredictable, conditionin be critical Peace to Tang, gettin high on your physical, dis next drink is a toast to your memory When I go how many niggaz gon' remember me Chorus |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever [Explicit Version] (2001)
(come on in)
[Ol Dirty] *singing* Dinn-dnn-dnn-ta-dnn (come on in) Dinn-dnn-ta-dnn, dinn DNN DAH (come on, come on, come on in) Dnn-da-duh-duh-DAH, you BITCH ASS niggaz! (come on in, come on, come on, come on in) Intro/Chorus: Ol Dirty/Osirus As high as Wu-Tang get Allah allow us pop this shit Just like black shoe fit If you can't wear it, well don't fuck with it! Verse One: The Genius/GZA Yo, too many songs, weak rhymes that's mad long Make it brief Son, half short and twice strong No doubt, it took time searchin, eventually it was prime urgent, for you to examine the rhyme merchant Lace MC's with styles when they rhyme drunk On a label hunt, until twenty thou, out the trunk Eight Diagram sword swinga armored tank force RZA throw in the disc but then change the bank source You can't flow, must be the speech impediment You got lost off the snare off Impeach the President Whether in Amsterdam smokin seven grams of green then you pack, a thousand white teens in tight jeans This Witty Unpredictable shot is critical to analytical analogy, insurance policies why Said he know that sounds define the note Couldn't recognize, blast him the fuck behind the ropes Too many dope niggaz I see starvin Catch a single deal, a possible plea bargain Wu slay regardles to whom or what, five mics five nights Hang him from the balcony, drop twenty-five flights A fugitive bass playin rap czar smoke the cigars, his prints on the strings of his guitar Chorus Verse Two: Method Man/Iron Lung Tical got a hold on ya, doin exactly what the fuck I mariju-wanta, dis nigga nasty Deep in the dirty dungeon, buggin, lovin the ways these rhymes keep comin, at cha splash ya Get your head piece fractured, with killer cuts prone to drops ya, slash ya, rip shit up Got this whole thing Tang mastered, sho nuff An MC too good to be touched, John John bring the phenomenon, I cold crush MC, inferiorities they froze up, ice cold as we move on, saga unfold Captivated by a saga that go untold, like Goldfinger Caught up in a cliffhanger Yo I-N-S another code red, danger, break out the vest Now it's tactical warfare, it's all here Come with your shield and hardware, it be on here Don't ever roam, in the naked city Eight Fingers stories none pretty Bomb em wit the Witty Unpredictable, conditionin be critical Peace to Tang, gettin high on your physical, dis next drink is a toast to your memory When I go how many niggaz gon' remember me Chorus |
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from Ghostface Killah - Ironman (1996)
(Raekwon: What? Hey yo!)
Intro: [from the motion picture "The Usual Suspects"] There's no coke! What? You heard me you dumb fuck, there's no coke! What the fuck do you mean, there's no coke? I've been up and down this ship. I've been in every fuckin room! There's gotta be coke! There is nothing! NOTHING! Huh, uh, uh, help please! Huh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, help me! *gunshot* Intro Two: Master Killer It's assassi, it's assination day, I stalk... It's assassination, I sta... It's assassination day... It's assassination day, I Verse One: Inspector Deck Ryzarector, Madman, uh, uhh, yo, uhh I move through the third world, my third eye's the guiding light Invite the fight, we all die tonight The life I lived, a 25 to life bid Parole reneged, I stroll the globe fugitive CREAM is short, C-cypher power stalk plus the fiend talk Three G's accost in Supreme Court White lies and blackmail land me back in jail We're all for sale, a stolen gold but it fail Stranded on the front line, I shine to the dumb and blind It comes time I take back what was once mine Crunch time in the first quarter, from the worst slaughter Devil's poisonin the birth water The earth daughter rest her head on my chest Through the struggle we cuddle under half-moon crest While the press plant fear and exploit the gun blastin Central broadcasting is shackling, nerves are unfastened, shhhh Trapped in deep-water gaspin I Clash With the Titans from my half on the action Verse Two: RZA I stop producers careers, the weak spot was their ears Scorpion darts hits their mark, pierce their heart with silver spears You're bewildered, my unsaturated, low filtered Devils still peeled it still they're living built tilted MC's upon their axis, their body has a tactic Lactic acid, desert drop cactus, practice You can never master, it's invincible, Wu-Tang indispensabe One nation under God, indivisible With liberty and justice, the mike is in my clutches Thugs who bring ruckus, leave in crutches Unforgiveable snakes face the double-edged swords starts to swivel Decapitates the head, makes the projects, more livable Interchangable, caution flameable My chamber is ninety-nine plus one unnameable, angles And strangles, microphone cords start to dangle Silent as the gases that pass throughout your anal Retrieve through your doors Seep out like sweat through the pores Destroy your internal organs with the biological warfare Verse Three: Raekwon (Assassination day) First of all, before we move on, this shit is like a Yukon Don, spread it out like Grey Poupon Splurgin, mergin in the suburbs, using this just like an adverb Action word, flowing like a blackbird God came in, aimin like Terry Bradshaw He hit the crash bar, stay relaxed God, his shit is smashed Pah You handle this just like algebra, UFO spot 'em like Galaga Hold on like bullet-proof Acuras You so fly, yeah right, you want to get me high Yo Bobby, you hear how I'm shootin it like they blew top snow You won't play me like your lady Pay me three-eighty spit it at you like a baby Final destination Haiti Verse Four: Master Killer War is extremely serious and it saddens me To have to take tings to deadly measures And have you measured and shot for no pay It's assassination day I stalk my enemy like prey Tranked by deceptional sounds that deceives And lures MC's to the lair With a mic-like bait, then awaits to be bitten by greed Temptation tempts my victim to proceed Forward, ignorance wouldn't allow retreat You'd rather pursue DEATH than admit defeat Now who's best to describe for what I specialize in Murdereous rhymin, constantly in climbin My mind spits with an enormous kickback Your brain didn't absorb the impact Disorderly conduct from the crowd is the feedback... It's assassination day, I It's assassination day It's assassination day It's assassination day, I stalk my enemy It's assassination day, I stalk my enemy |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Iron Flag [Explicit Version] (2001)
[Intro/Chorus: Madame D]
Light is shinin.. beauty sunshine Here comes one-time.. the ball was so fine Heat is blazin.. the kids were playin His partner was shady.. tryin to slave the babies [Ghostface Killah] Aiyyo they didn't know the cop was crooked, he had blow out in Brooklyn All this while he let the fiends cook it The baseheads stirred it up, plus they got to blow it up Dropped it off in the PJ's and they bigged it up Then one day, shit jumped off real crazy The middle of a bathroom they find an old lady No clothes, half of her tongue, ear missin The killer had to be mad smart, he wore mittens Even though her leg was bitten Crackheads point the finger at Detective Slick Morris Gittins Paleface cop who done popped the best And got the chop on his neck from when he knocked Celeste It was a slug, drug, he pressured everybody on the block Some niggaz know him as the Godson of Gotti And his black partner, he was scared to speak He saw how they planted weapons on these kids in the street He saw like over fifty bodies in like fifty-two weeks He saw his colleague pick up money before leavin his beat They call him desk duty, Robocop Younger dudes call him Freddy Krugs from the way he walk on the block [Chorus] [Raekwon the Chef] Heard the disturbance out the window, oh shit they got my son Pulled over his Tempo, Brenda dropped the endo Had her little nephew with her yo she didn't care They always harassed her, until she blew the captain with a razor His partner turned red in his waist, Mase done smacked her with the walkie, yoked her then slammed her on her face He bugged on her like she was drugged, plugged one in her The fifth relaxed her like a big thug pistol whipped her Heard she was dusted, musta been the way they threw the cuffs on her She broke the shits, went and rushed the kid Wavin her hands, she had a half an axe, all in her tracks He grabbed her by the air, she broke his jaw it cracked More cops arrived, they both bloodied down by the five Wildest niggaz just smilin cause it look live They gave her forty years in New Orleans, callin me wodie Shorty was young, by three days had a great bid [Chorus] [GZA] You're just worms in the worst part of the apple that's rotten You squirm and you turn from the right, still plottin All slimy cause you stay grimy, petty crimey cat You sometime me, don't need to remind me about livin in the core, with the scramblers in front of the store The bum holdin the door, the mugging no one saw We played ball in the alley where dope was shot raw And the school they kept flawed, plus the lowest test scores Small percentage determined to strengthen they position Transformation from critical to, stable condition But it still be obstacles on niggaz that's optical Watchin you like salt-water sharks that's tropical The money was the root and it's the instinct to make it With they pockets and fridge naked, many aim to take it Whether - hold up, set up, stabbin or a wet up Just to know it was the kid next door fizzucked your head up Once he fell short, frequently visit the courts And for some, another way out, is music and sports That's why I, keep the rhyme just as fly as a shot that won the championship, with just oh on the clock [Chorus] - repeat 2X |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Iron Flag [Explicit Version] (2001)
(Intro/Chorus: Madame D)
Light is shinin.. beauty sunshine Here comes one-time.. the ball was so fine Heat is blazin.. the kids were playin His partner was shady.. tryin to slave the babies (Ghostface Killah) Aiyyo they didn't know the cop was crooked, he had blow out in Brooklyn All this while he let the fiends cook it The baseheads stirred it up, plus they got to blow it up Dropped it off in the PJ's and they bigged it up Then one day, shit jumped off real crazy The middle of a bathroom they find an old lady No clothes, half of her tongue, ear missin The killer had to be mad smart, he wore mittens Even though her leg was bitten Crackheads point the finger at Detective Slick Morris Gittins Paleface cop who done popped the desk And got the chop on his neck from when he knocked Celeste It was a slug, drug, he pressured everybody on the block Some niggaz know him as the Godson of Gotti And his black partner, he was scared to speak He saw how they planted weapons on these kids in the street He saw like over fifty bodies in like fifty-two weeks He saw his colleague pick up money before leavin his beat They call him desk duty, Robocop Younger dudes call him Freddy Krugs from the way he walk on the block (Chorus) (Raekwon the Chef) Heard the disturbance out the window, oh shit they got my son Pulled over his Tempo, Brenda dropped the endo Had her little nephew with her yo she didn't care They always harassed her, until she blew the captain with a razor His partner turned red in his waist, Mase done smacked her with the walkie, yoked her then slammed her on her face He bugged on her like she was drugged, plugged one in her The fifth relaxed her like a big thug pistol whipped her Heard she was dusted, musta been the way they threw the cuffs on her She broke the shits, went and rushed the kid Wavin her hands, she had a half an axe, all in her tracks He grabbed her by the air, she broke his jaw it cracked More cops arrived, they both bloodied down by the five Wildest niggaz just smilin cause it look live They gave her forty years in New Orleans, callin me (?) Shorty was young, by three days had a great bid (Chorus) (GZA) You're just worms in the worst part of the apple that's rotten You squirm and you turn from the right, still plottin All slimy cause you stay grimy, petty crimey cat You sometime me, don't need to remind me about livin in the core, with the scramblers in front of the store The bum holdin the door, the mugging no one saw We played ball in the alley where dope was shot raw And the school they kept flawed, plus the lowest test scores Small percentage determined to strengthen they position Transformation from critical to, stable condition But it still be obstacles on niggaz that's optical Watchin you like salt-water sharks that's tropical The money was the root and it's the instinct to make it With they pockets and fridge naked, many aim to take it Whether - hold up, set up, stabbin or a wet up Just to know it was the kid next door fizzucked your head up Once he fell short, frequently visit the courts And for some, another way out, is music and sports That's why I, keep the rhyme just as fly as a shot that won the championship, with just oh on the clock (Chorus) - repeat 2X |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Iron Flag [Clean Version] (2001)
(Intro/Chorus: Madame D)
Light is shinin.. beauty sunshine Here comes one-time.. the ball was so fine Heat is blazin.. the kids were playin His partner was shady.. tryin to slave the babies (Ghostface Killah) Aiyyo they didn't know the cop was crooked, he had blow out in Brooklyn All this while he let the fiends cook it The baseheads stirred it up, plus they got to blow it up Dropped it off in the PJ's and they bigged it up Then one day, shit jumped off real crazy The middle of a bathroom they find an old lady No clothes, half of her tongue, ear missin The killer had to be mad smart, he wore mittens Even though her leg was bitten Crackheads point the finger at Detective Slick Morris Gittins Paleface cop who done popped the desk And got the chop on his neck from when he knocked Celeste It was a slug, drug, he pressured everybody on the block Some niggaz know him as the Godson of Gotti And his black partner, he was scared to speak He saw how they planted weapons on these kids in the street He saw like over fifty bodies in like fifty-two weeks He saw his colleague pick up money before leavin his beat They call him desk duty, Robocop Younger dudes call him Freddy Krugs from the way he walk on the block (Chorus) (Raekwon the Chef) Heard the disturbance out the window, oh shit they got my son Pulled over his Tempo, Brenda dropped the endo Had her little nephew with her yo she didn't care They always harassed her, until she blew the captain with a razor His partner turned red in his waist, Mase done smacked her with the walkie, yoked her then slammed her on her face He bugged on her like she was drugged, plugged one in her The fifth relaxed her like a big thug pistol whipped her Heard she was dusted, musta been the way they threw the cuffs on her She broke the shits, went and rushed the kid Wavin her hands, she had a half an axe, all in her tracks He grabbed her by the air, she broke his jaw it cracked More cops arrived, they both bloodied down by the five Wildest niggaz just smilin cause it look live They gave her forty years in New Orleans, callin me (?) Shorty was young, by three days had a great bid (Chorus) (GZA) You're just worms in the worst part of the apple that's rotten You squirm and you turn from the right, still plottin All slimy cause you stay grimy, petty crimey cat You sometime me, don't need to remind me about livin in the core, with the scramblers in front of the store The bum holdin the door, the mugging no one saw We played ball in the alley where dope was shot raw And the school they kept flawed, plus the lowest test scores Small percentage determined to strengthen they position Transformation from critical to, stable condition But it still be obstacles on niggaz that's optical Watchin you like salt-water sharks that's tropical The money was the root and it's the instinct to make it With they pockets and fridge naked, many aim to take it Whether - hold up, set up, stabbin or a wet up Just to know it was the kid next door fizzucked your head up Once he fell short, frequently visit the courts And for some, another way out, is music and sports That's why I, keep the rhyme just as fly as a shot that won the championship, with just oh on the clock (Chorus) - repeat 2X |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Iron Flag [Clean Version] (2001)
[Intro/Chorus: Madame D]
Light is shinin.. beauty sunshine Here comes one-time.. the ball was so fine Heat is blazin.. the kids were playin His partner was shady.. tryin to slave the babies [Ghostface Killah] Aiyyo they didn't know the cop was crooked, he had blow out in Brooklyn All this while he let the fiends cook it The baseheads stirred it up, plus they got to blow it up Dropped it off in the PJ's and they bigged it up Then one day, shit jumped off real crazy The middle of a bathroom they find an old lady No clothes, half of her tongue, ear missin The killer had to be mad smart, he wore mittens Even though her leg was bitten Crackheads point the finger at Detective Slick Morris Gittins Paleface cop who done popped the desk And got the chop on his neck from when he knocked Celeste It was a slug, drug, he pressured everybody on the block Some niggaz know him as the Godson of Gotti And his black partner, he was scared to speak He saw how they planted weapons on these kids in the street He saw like over fifty bodies in like fifty-two weeks He saw his colleague pick up money before leavin his beat They call him desk duty, Robocop Younger dudes call him Freddy Krugs from the way he walk on the block [Chorus] [Raekwon the Chef] Heard the disturbance out the window, oh shit they got my son Pulled over his Tempo, Brenda dropped the endo Had her little nephew with her yo she didn't care They always harassed her, until she blew the captain with a razor His partner turned red in his waist, Mase done smacked her with the walkie, yoked her then slammed her on her face He bugged on her like she was drugged, plugged one in her The fifth relaxed her like a big thug pistol whipped her Heard she was dusted, musta been the way they threw the cuffs on her She broke the shits, went and rushed the kid Wavin her hands, she had a half an axe, all in her tracks He grabbed her by the air, she broke his jaw it cracked More cops arrived, they both bloodied down by the five Wildest niggaz just smilin cause it look live They gave her forty years in New Orleans, callin me (?) Shorty was young, by three days had a great bid [Chorus] [GZA] You're just worms in the worst part of the apple that's rotten You squirm and you turn from the right, still plottin All slimy cause you stay grimy, petty crimey cat You sometime me, don't need to remind me about livin in the core, with the scramblers in front of the store The bum holdin the door, the mugging no one saw We played ball in the alley where dope was shot raw And the school they kept flawed, plus the lowest test scores Small percentage determined to strengthen they position Transformation from critical to, stable condition But it still be obstacles on niggaz that's optical Watchin you like salt-water sharks that's tropical The money was the root and it's the instinct to make it With they pockets and fridge naked, many aim to take it Whether - hold up, set up, stabbin or a wet up Just to know it was the kid next door fizzucked your head up Once he fell short, frequently visit the courts And for some, another way out, is music and sports That's why I, keep the rhyme just as fly as a shot that won the championship, with just oh on the clock [Chorus - repeat 2X] |
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from Ghostface Killah - Baby (2009)
If it's a boy his swag and ditty bop'll be just like mine
And if it's a girl, ooh, just like her momma she gon' be so fly What a joy we made from the love we made, yeah, yeah Yo, aiyo, I ran up on the corner, poppa warned her like, "what?" She pulled her shirt down, smiled, trying to hide her butt I said, "Nah, baby girlfriend, you ain't gotta do that" Hope you ain't the anorexic type trying to lose that" Us boys like 'em thick, short weaves, curls, braids I take 'em buck 50, 60 with them thick legs We can sail it out, five nights, six days Boat cruise, wardrobe flights, everything's paid If I'm aggressive just pardon my gangsta I just wanna get to know you, get to show you The way I move, that's part of my gangsta Like art, yo, I can sit you down and paint cha Plus my stove game's up, no red meat, but having you In my cipher right now, makes me feel complete Like a baby going night, night, sucking on his baby bottle You in a class by yourself, all them chicks follow If it's a boy his swag and ditty bop'll be just like mine And if it's a girl, ooh, just like her momma she gon' be so fly What a joy we made from the love we made, yeah, yeah Yeah, yo, she cook and clean, matter fact she saved my life When I'm outdoor, she check and see if I'm alright I'm okay, babe, how you?", I'm alright Just that the baby's kicking, I want some Popeye chicken And my back kinda hurt from the way I was sitting Hurry home so you can rub my big belly and kiss it And I need some, don't be fresh, girl You know I can't help it, baby, it stay wet, girl Yeah, that's my joy, love, strawberry shortcake Leave me weak in the knees where I can't even walk straight That's the reason why I got two court dates Grown nigga like me let his thing blaze for that I was raised in the Stat', that's my word I pluck something if you fuck with my bat And my name ring round the way, girl, she the sweetest thing I love you Starks, writing hearts in between our names If it's a boy his swag and ditty bop'll be just like mine And if it's a girl, ooh, just like her momma she gon' be so fly What a joy we made from the love we made, yeah, yeah I will be the sweetest thing you've ever known Like a kiss on a collarbone I wanna be ya best friend, your homey and your king And bring to fruition all of your dreams And so you're having my baby So stay forever my lady like Jodeci Now, push, push harder, harder I'd rather you be wifey than to be a baby father If it's a boy his swag and ditty bop'll be just like mine And if it's a girl, ooh, just like her momma she gon' be so fly What a joy we made from the love we made, yeah, yeah If it's a boy his swag and ditty bop'll be just like mine And if it's a girl, ooh, just like her momma she gon' be so fly What a joy we made from the love we made, yeah, yeah |
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from Ghostface Killah - Ghostdini: Wizard Of Poetry In Emerald City (2009)
If it's a boy his swag and ditty bop'll be just like mine
And if it's a girl, ooh, just like her momma she gon' be so fly What a joy we made from the love we made, yeah, yeah Yo, aiyo, I ran up on the corner, poppa warned her like, "what?" She pulled her shirt down, smiled, trying to hide her butt I said, "Nah, baby girlfriend, you ain't gotta do that" Hope you ain't the anorexic type trying to lose that" Us boys like 'em thick, short weaves, curls, braids I take 'em buck 50, 60 with them thick legs We can sail it out, five nights, six days Boat cruise, wardrobe flights, everything's paid If I'm aggressive just pardon my gangsta I just wanna get to know you, get to show you The way I move, that's part of my gangsta Like art, yo, I can sit you down and paint cha Plus my stove game's up, no red meat, but having you In my cipher right now, makes me feel complete Like a baby going night, night, sucking on his baby bottle You in a class by yourself, all them chicks follow If it's a boy his swag and ditty bop'll be just like mine And if it's a girl, ooh, just like her momma she gon' be so fly What a joy we made from the love we made, yeah, yeah Yeah, yo, she cook and clean, matter fact she saved my life When I'm outdoor, she check and see if I'm alright I'm okay, babe, how you?", I'm alright Just that the baby's kicking, I want some Popeye chicken And my back kinda hurt from the way I was sitting Hurry home so you can rub my big belly and kiss it And I need some, don't be fresh, girl You know I can't help it, baby, it stay wet, girl Yeah, that's my joy, love, strawberry shortcake Leave me weak in the knees where I can't even walk straight That's the reason why I got two court dates Grown nigga like me let his thing blaze for that I was raised in the Stat', that's my word I pluck something if you fuck with my bat And my name ring round the way, girl, she the sweetest thing I love you Starks, writing hearts in between our names If it's a boy his swag and ditty bop'll be just like mine And if it's a girl, ooh, just like her momma she gon' be so fly What a joy we made from the love we made, yeah, yeah I will be the sweetest thing you've ever known Like a kiss on a collarbone I wanna be ya best friend, your homey and your king And bring to fruition all of your dreams And so you're having my baby So stay forever my lady like Jodeci Now, push, push harder, harder I'd rather you be wifey than to be a baby father If it's a boy his swag and ditty bop'll be just like mine And if it's a girl, ooh, just like her momma she gon' be so fly What a joy we made from the love we made, yeah, yeah If it's a boy his swag and ditty bop'll be just like mine And if it's a girl, ooh, just like her momma she gon' be so fly What a joy we made from the love we made, yeah, yeah |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Iron Flag [Explicit Version] (2001)
"It's true - the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang, could be dangerous!"
(Method Man) Uh-huh, Mr. Biggs, Track Masters (woo!) It's a Wu-Tang official right here y'know (Inspectah Deck) Yeah, the employees of the year yeah we're back to work We took time off, while other rappers got jerked Shit's bout to change now, it's a shame how things ain't the same but I'm back in the game now And as we step in the door, we cause panic Yep, the usual suspects, we at it Vet status, y'all went a week with the belt Few chicks felt your style, now you feelin yourself Meet your maker, I dropped you at eight years old I got stock in your flow and crops to sharehold Crops with the prose where cops won't dare go Got top centerfolds too hot to wear clothes Still me - always have and will be Ill G - it's silly to hate but feel free Hey - hear what I say, they gotta pay And my return is like Christ, declare the holiday (Chorus: Ron Isley) Back in the game now.. copped me some weed now My people bout to eat now.. shit's bout to change now Back in the game now.. all my niggaz in the hood now Better catch up now.. shit's bout to change now (Method Man) Uh, y'all see I'm in the street strugglin Young dumb and thuggin, give a FUCK about nuttin Stuck at rock bottom, tryin to come up on somethin Pumpin from sundown to sun-up, we hustlin Vision my nigga now get in where you fit in And see prison, as just the high cost of livin the life Ante up cause if you blow the dice on that O-Z, Dorothy ain't goin home tonight That's on e'rythang, put it on the kids and the wife Been buryin my folks ever since they raised the price on the coke Searchin for a quick antidote Mo' money, mo' problems to cope (GZA) We were at the same table when the chips were checked A gamblin +Rebel+ who +Inspects+ the +Deck+ Just when you thought we would fold our hand Against all odds we raised the bet like we changed the plans It was live on air but in between station breaks I was holdin a pair and just made the table stakes Split the demos, put insurance on tapes A safeguard against the crusaders in capes If I double down they say the Gods are sharks If we win against the house they thought the cards was marked We draw hit after hit from a royal flush menu While the dealer promoted the full house venue A spade in the club with the heart to wear diamonds The high roller who got credit upon signin They look puzzled when I shuffle, most of 'em stunned by the hustle Recourse of bluff game's your muscle (Chorus) - 0.75X (Raekwon) Say what? ("Shaolin shadowboxing!") (R. Isley) Shit's bout to change.. (Raekwon the Chef) Aiyyo, on rainy days I sit back and count ways on how to get rich, coolin with a mean ill Jamaican bitch Banana coat matchin with the ratchet Lil' black weave sweatpants style, air force is actin Jump in the 6, kicks look crisp, talkin bout the bird Flow through your hood in the mean tints that's giant It's like the family that flipped on you for lyin Buried you alive, left your whore cryin We on your floor look more doors Dey ain't ate either, I hope y'all niggaz is armed And when we get there, all my niggaz in the mix Yeah Shallah Lex, Diamond got me buyin Louis Rich (Ghostface Killah) Most people say the Clan was missin since I got dropped offa radio Overnight your whole style was bitten in the process Everybody switched they names like Whatcha call it, any fast (?) It was the Gods that repped that, sharkskin dark skinned bitches Clarks from Digi left the game dizzy Ooh got busy, that dancey shit slid through We had to stay hood cause that's who we been through RZA came through, mastermind got the cash and power Proof that power plastered divine classical lines Mathematical rhymes, the style is unbearable Now niggaz with the radical shines It's Ghost-Deini, every coast need me We back motherfucker that's right, it's the W.T.C. World Trade Center, Wu-Tang Clan We brought so much heat that we was givin you tears an' shit (Chorus) {*Ron Isley ad libs to fade*} |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Iron Flag [Clean Version] (2001)
"It's true - the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang, could be dangerous!"
[Method Man] Uh-huh, Mr. Biggs, Track Masters (woo!) It's a Wu-Tang official right here y'know [Inspectah Deck] Yeah, the employees of the year yeah we're back to work We took time off, while other rappers got jerked Shit's bout to change now, it's a shame how things ain't the same but I'm back in the game now And as we step in the door, we cause panic Yep, the usual suspects, we at it Vexed at it, y'all went a week with the belt Few chicks felt your style, now you feelin yourself Meet your maker, I dropped you at eight years old I got stock in your flow and crops to sharehold Crops with the prose where cops won't dare go Got top centerfolds too hot to wear clothes Still me - always have and will be Ill G - it's silly to hate but feel free Hey - hear what I say, they gotta pay And my return is like Christ, declare the holiday [Chorus: Ron Isley] Back in the game now.. copped me some weed now My people bout to eat now.. shit's bout to change now Back in the game now.. all my niggaz in the hood now Better catch up now.. shit's bout to change now [Method Man] Uh, y'all see I'm in the street strugglin Young dumb and thuggin, give a FUCK about nuttin Stuck at rock bottom, tryin to come up on somethin Pumpin from sundown to sun-up, we hustlin Vision my nigga now get in where you fit in And see prison, as just the high cost of livin the life Ante up cause if you blow the dice on that O-Z, Dorothy ain't goin home tonight That's on e'rythang, put it on the kids and the wife Been buryin my folks ever since they raised the price on the coke Searchin for a quick antidote Mo' money, mo' problems to cope [GZA] We were at the same table when the chips were checked A gamblin +Rebel+ who +Inspects+ the +Deck+ Just when you thought we would fold our hand Against all odds we raised the bet like we changed the plans It was live on air but in between station breaks I was holdin a pair and just made the table stakes Split the demos, put insurance on tapes A safeguard against the crusaders in capes If I double down they say the Gods are sharks If we win against the house they thought the cards was marked We draw hit after hit from a royal flush menu While the dealer promoted the full house venue A spade in the club with the heart to wear diamonds The high roller who got credit upon signin They look puzzled when I shuffle, most of 'em stunned by the hustle Recourse of bluff game's your muscle [Chorus - 0.75X] [Raekwon] Say what? ("Shaolin shadowboxing!") [R. Isley] Shit's bout to change.. [Raekwon the Chef] Aiyyo, on rainy days I sit back and count ways on how to get rich, coolin with a mean ill Jamaican bitch Banana coat matchin with the ratchet Lil' black weave sweatpants style, air force is actin Jump in the 6, kicks look crisp, talkin bout the bird Flow through your hood in the mean tints that's giant It's like the family that flipped on you for lyin Buried you alive, left your whore cryin We on your floor look more doors Dey ain't ate either, I hope y'all niggaz is armed And when we get there, all my niggaz in the mix Yeah Shallah Lex, Diamond got me buyin Louis Rich [Ghostface Killah] Most people say the Clan was missin since I got dropped offa radio Overnight your whole style was bitten in the process Everybody switched they names like Whatcha call it, any fast (?) It was the Gods that repped that, sharkskin dark skinned bitches Clarks from Digi left the game dizzy Ooh got busy, that dancey shit slid through We had to stay hood cause that's who we been through RZA came through, mastermind got the cash and power Proof that power plastered divine classical lines Mathematical rhymes, the style is unbearable Now niggaz with the radical shines It's Ghost-Deini, every coast need me We back motherfucker that's right, it's the W.T.C. World Trade Center, Wu-Tang Clan We brought so much heat that we was givin you tears an' shit [Chorus] [Ron Isley ad libs to fade] |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Iron Flag [Clean Version] (2001)
"It's true - the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang, could be dangerous!"
(Method Man) Uh-huh, Mr. Biggs, Track Masters (woo!) It's a Wu-Tang official right here y'know (Inspectah Deck) Yeah, the employees of the year yeah we're back to work We took time off, while other rappers got jerked Shit's bout to change now, it's a shame how things ain't the same but I'm back in the game now And as we step in the door, we cause panic Yep, the usual suspects, we at it Vet status, y'all went a week with the belt Few chicks felt your style, now you feelin yourself Meet your maker, I dropped you at eight years old I got stock in your flow and crops to sharehold Crops with the prose where cops won't dare go Got top centerfolds too hot to wear clothes Still me - always have and will be Ill G - it's silly to hate but feel free Hey - hear what I say, they gotta pay And my return is like Christ, declare the holiday (Chorus: Ron Isley) Back in the game now.. copped me some weed now My people bout to eat now.. shit's bout to change now Back in the game now.. all my niggaz in the hood now Better catch up now.. shit's bout to change now (Method Man) Uh, y'all see I'm in the street strugglin Young dumb and thuggin, give a FUCK about nuttin Stuck at rock bottom, tryin to come up on somethin Pumpin from sundown to sun-up, we hustlin Vision my nigga now get in where you fit in And see prison, as just the high cost of livin the life Ante up cause if you blow the dice on that O-Z, Dorothy ain't goin home tonight That's on e'rythang, put it on the kids and the wife Been buryin my folks ever since they raised the price on the coke Searchin for a quick antidote Mo' money, mo' problems to cope (GZA) We were at the same table when the chips were checked A gamblin +Rebel+ who +Inspects+ the +Deck+ Just when you thought we would fold our hand Against all odds we raised the bet like we changed the plans It was live on air but in between station breaks I was holdin a pair and just made the table stakes Split the demos, put insurance on tapes A safeguard against the crusaders in capes If I double down they say the Gods are sharks If we win against the house they thought the cards was marked We draw hit after hit from a royal flush menu While the dealer promoted the full house venue A spade in the club with the heart to wear diamonds The high roller who got credit upon signin They look puzzled when I shuffle, most of 'em stunned by the hustle Recourse of bluff game's your muscle (Chorus) - 0.75X (Raekwon) Say what? ("Shaolin shadowboxing!") (R. Isley) Shit's bout to change.. (Raekwon the Chef) Aiyyo, on rainy days I sit back and count ways on how to get rich, coolin with a mean ill Jamaican bitch Banana coat matchin with the ratchet Lil' black weave sweatpants style, air force is actin Jump in the 6, kicks look crisp, talkin bout the bird Flow through your hood in the mean tints that's giant It's like the family that flipped on you for lyin Buried you alive, left your whore cryin We on your floor look more doors Dey ain't ate either, I hope y'all niggaz is armed And when we get there, all my niggaz in the mix Yeah Shallah Lex, Diamond got me buyin Louis Rich (Ghostface Killah) Most people say the Clan was missin since I got dropped offa radio Overnight your whole style was bitten in the process Everybody switched they names like Whatcha call it, any fast (?) It was the Gods that repped that, sharkskin dark skinned bitches Clarks from Digi left the game dizzy Ooh got busy, that dancey shit slid through We had to stay hood cause that's who we been through RZA came through, mastermind got the cash and power Proof that power plastered divine classical lines Mathematical rhymes, the style is unbearable Now niggaz with the radical shines It's Ghost-Deini, every coast need me We back motherfucker that's right, it's the W.T.C. World Trade Center, Wu-Tang Clan We brought so much heat that we was givin you tears an' shit (Chorus) {*Ron Isley ad libs to fade*} |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Iron Flag [Explicit Version] (2001)
"It's true - the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang, could be dangerous!"
[Method Man] Uh-huh, Mr. Biggs, Track Masters (woo!) It's a Wu-Tang official right here y'know [Inspectah Deck] Yeah, the employees of the year yeah we're back to work We took time off, while other rappers got jerked Shit's bout to change now, it's a shame how things ain't the same but I'm back in the game now And as we step in the door, we cause panic Yep, the usual suspects, we at it Vet status, y'all went a week with the belt Few chicks felt your style, now you feelin yourself Meet your maker, I dropped you at eight years old I got stock in your flow and crops to sharehold Crops with the prose where cops won't dare go Got top centerfolds too hot to wear clothes Still me - always have and will be Ill G - it's silly to hate but feel free Hey - hear what I say, they gotta pay And my return is like Christ, declare the holiday [Chorus: Ron Isley] Back in the game now.. copped me some weed now My people bout to eat now.. shit's bout to change now Back in the game now.. all my niggaz in the hood now Better catch up now.. shit's bout to change now [Method Man] Uh, y'all see I'm in the street strugglin Young dumb and thuggin, give a FUCK about nuttin Stuck at rock bottom, tryin to come up on somethin Pumpin from sundown to sun-up, we hustlin Vision my nigga now get in where you fit in And see prison, as just the high cost of livin the life Ante up cause if you blow the dice on that O-Z, Dorothy ain't goin home tonight That's on e'rythang, put it on the kids and the wife Been buryin my folks ever since they raised the price on the coke Searchin for a quick antidote Mo' money, mo' problems to cope [GZA] We were at the same table when the chips were checked A gamblin +Rebel+ who +Inspects+ the +Deck+ Just when you thought we would fold our hand Against all odds we raised the bet like we changed the plans It was live on air but in between station breaks I was holdin a pair and just made the table stakes Split the demos, put insurance on tapes A safeguard against the crusaders in capes If I double down they say the Gods are sharks If we win against the house they thought the cards was marked We draw hit after hit from a royal flush menu While the dealer promoted the full house venue A spade in the club with the heart to wear diamonds The high roller who got credit upon signin They look puzzled when I shuffle, most of 'em stunned by the hustle Recourse of bluff game's your muscle [Chorus] - 0.75X [Raekwon] Say what? ("Shaolin shadowboxing!") [R. Isley] Shit's bout to change.. [Raekwon the Chef] Aiyyo, on rainy days I sit back and count ways on how to get rich, coolin with a mean ill Jamaican bitch Banana coat matchin with the ratchet Lil' black weave sweatpants style, air force is actin Jump in the 6, kicks look crisp, talkin bout the bird Flow through your hood in the mean tints that's giant It's like the family that flipped on you for lyin Buried you alive, left your whore cryin We on your floor look more doors Dey ain't ate either, I hope y'all niggaz is armed And when we get there, all my niggaz in the mix Yeah Shallah Lex, Diamond got me buyin Louis Rich wear [Ghostface Killah] Most people say the Clan was missin since I got dropped offa radio Overnight your whole style was bitten in the process Everybody switched they names like Whatcha call it, any fast (?) It was the Gods that repped that, sharkskin dark skinned bitches Clarks from Digi left the game dizzy Ooh got busy, that dancey shit slid through We had to stay hood cause that's who we been through RZA came through, mastermind got the cash and power Proof that power plastered divine classical lines Mathematical rhymes, the style is unbearable Now niggaz with the radical shines It's Ghost-Deini, every coast need me We back motherfucker that's right, it's the W.T.C. World Trade Center, Wu-Tang Clan We brought so much heat that we was givin you tans an' shit [Chorus] {*Ron Isley ad libs to fade*} |
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from Ghostface Killah - More Fish (2006)
[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Damn, damn, ma, we ain't even have to go through it like that It wasn't even, even that big, man You know, nah, it's ight though But anyway, yo, let me get that coat Let me get those jeans, and let me get that rock on your finger Oh, it's stuck? Then I'll take the whole finger than, man Let me get those bags from Paris, and the puppies is staying, yo! [Chorus: Ne-Yo] Come through the block, in the brand new Benz Knowing that billionaires do they friends (Ok girl) Yeah, what I did was wack But you don't get your man back like that Bouncin' around, when I'm up in these streets Knowing that billionaires do got beef (Ok girl) Yo, what I did was wack But you don't get your man back like that, no [Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, I should just bark on you, burn your car on you Cuz I'm too much man, to leave a mark on you You'se a bird you know that, giving that man Ten points, like he about to blow that He probably did, you swallow his kids? In and out of jail, he a snail, he wasn't wilding on bids In the summertime, I broke his jaw, had to do it, to him Quick, old fashion, in the back of the mall Me and him had 'mos forever, like I'm supposed to put him on When he came home and told on Trevor Had to bang on homey, ear blocks, out in spots Throwing them shots, like 'sucker, you know me' Stop fronting for them people out, side like you really ride And you a silly chick, thought you was really live But I guess I was wrong, I'mma holla at dog And rip his head off, words of a song [Chorus] [Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, I thought we was iller than that, all them kisses And love yous, when jake came, you hid my packs It was time a brother went to war, vests banged up Staining in the kitchen, yo, holding a four Sweatin' and breathing, bounced out of town for a weekend Heard you had homey in the passenger seating Honey, look, I'm a monster don, I do monster things That's why I put your ass under my arm Messing with him can bring bodily harm And where you gonna hide in the streets when the body is gone If it's one thing I learned that, never trust a female On no scale, you just confirmed that Bounce to your momma house, pack your shit I don't care if you crying, you'se a ruthless chick Gots to watch you, these eyeballs in my face'll spot you My girl cousins, they gon' rock you [Chorus] [Ne-Yo] Shorty what is you thinking bout Didn't I put you down Flyest whips, rollin' round like yea That's the bosses chick, on the side I might of had, one or two Them silly broads wasn't nothing on you Rolling with him, try'nna get revenge That's what you just don't do [Chorus to fade] [Outro: Ghostface Killah] I'm a good dude, you see... yeah..... Females out there that wanna be Acting like they getting they little revenge off Taking it further than what it really is You know what I mean, playing yourself.. Nahwhatimean... this is Don status, girl You will have to hold that now.. |
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from Ghostface Killah - More Fish (2006)
[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Damn, damn, ma, we ain't even have to go through it like that It wasn't even, even that big, man You know, nah, it's ight though But anyway, yo, let me get that coat Let me get those jeans, and let me get that rock on your finger Oh, it's stuck? Then I'll take the whole finger than, man Let me get those bags from Paris, and the puppies is staying, yo! [Chorus: Ne-Yo] Come through the block, in the brand new Benz Knowing that billionaires do they friends (Ok girl) Yeah, what I did was wack But you don't get your man back like that Bouncin' around, when I'm up in these streets Knowing that billionaires do got beef (Ok girl) Yo, what I did was wack But you don't get your man back like that, no [Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, I should just bark on you, burn your car on you Cuz I'm too much man, to leave a mark on you You'se a bird you know that, giving that man Ten points, like he about to blow that He probably did, you swallow his kids? In and out of jail, he a snail, he wasn't wilding on bids In the summertime, I broke his jaw, had to do it, to him Quick, old fashion, in the back of the mall Me and him had 'mos forever, like I'm supposed to put him on When he came home and told on Trevor Had to bang on homey, ear blocks, out in spots Throwing them shots, like 'sucker, you know me' Stop fronting for them people out, side like you really ride And you a silly chick, thought you was really live But I guess I was wrong, I'mma holla at dog And rip his head off, words of a song [Chorus] [Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, I thought we was iller than that, all them kisses And love yous, when jake came, you hid my packs It was time a brother went to war, vests banged up Staining in the kitchen, yo, holding a four Sweatin' and breathing, bounced out of town for a weekend Heard you had homey in the passenger seating Honey, look, I'm a monster don, I do monster things That's why I put your ass under my arm Messing with him can bring bodily harm And where you gonna hide in the streets when the body is gone If it's one thing I learned that, never trust a female On no scale, you just confirmed that Bounce to your momma house, pack your shit I don't care if you crying, you'se a ruthless chick Gots to watch you, these eyeballs in my face'll spot you My girl cousins, they gon' rock you [Chorus] [Ne-Yo] Shorty what is you thinking bout Didn't I put you down Flyest whips, rollin' round like yea That's the bosses chick, on the side I might of had, one or two Them silly broads wasn't nothing on you Rolling with him, try'nna get revenge That's what you just don't do [Chorus to fade] [Outro: Ghostface Killah] I'm a good dude, you see... yeah..... Females out there that wanna be Acting like they getting they little revenge off Taking it further than what it really is You know what I mean, playing yourself.. Nahwhatimean... this is Don status, girl You will have to hold that now.. |
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from Def Jam 25: Volume 4 - It Takes Two PT 2 (2009)
[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Damn, damn, ma, we ain't even have to go through it like that It wasn't even, even that big, man You know, nah, it's ight though But anyway, yo, let me get that coat Let me get those jeans, and let me get that rock on your finger Oh, it's stuck? Then I'll take the whole finger than, man Let me get those bags from Paris, and the puppies is staying, yo! [Chorus: Ne-Yo] Come through the block, in the brand new Benz Knowing that billionaires do they friends (Ok girl) Yeah, what I did was wack But you don't get your man back like that Bouncin' around, when I'm up in these streets Knowing that billionaires do got beef (Ok girl) Yo, what I did was wack But you don't get your man back like that, no [Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, I should just bark on you, burn your car on you Cuz I'm too much man, to leave a mark on you You'se a bird you know that, giving that man Ten points, like he about to blow that He probably did, you swallow his kids? In and out of jail, he a snail, he wasn't wilding on bids In the summertime, I broke his jaw, had to do it, to him Quick, old fashion, in the back of the mall Me and him had 'mos forever, like I'm supposed to put him on When he came home and told on Trevor Had to bang on homey, ear blocks, out in spots Throwing them shots, like 'sucker, you know me' Stop fronting for them people out, side like you really ride And you a silly chick, thought you was really live But I guess I was wrong, I'mma holla at dog And rip his head off, words of a song [Chorus] [Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, I thought we was iller than that, all them kisses And love yous, when jake came, you hid my packs It was time a brother went to war, vests banged up Staining in the kitchen, yo, holding a four Sweatin' and breathing, bounced out of town for a weekend Heard you had homey in the passenger seating Honey, look, I'm a monster don, I do monster things That's why I put your ass under my arm Messing with him can bring bodily harm And where you gonna hide in the streets when the body is gone If it's one thing I learned that, never trust a female On no scale, you just confirmed that Bounce to your momma house, pack your shit I don't care if you crying, you'se a ruthless chick Gots to watch you, these eyeballs in my face'll spot you My girl cousins, they gon' rock you [Chorus] [Ne-Yo] Shorty what is you thinking bout Didn't I put you down Flyest whips, rollin' round like yea That's the bosses chick, on the side I might of had, one or two Them silly broads wasn't nothing on you Rolling with him, try'nna get revenge That's what you just don't do [Chorus to fade] [Outro: Ghostface Killah] I'm a good dude, you see... yeah..... Females out there that wanna be Acting like they getting they little revenge off Taking it further than what it really is You know what I mean, playing yourself.. Nahwhatimean... this is Don status, girl You will have to hold that now.. |
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from Trife Diesel - Put It On The Line (2005)
[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Yeah... what's happpening New York City? It's ya boy Ghost in the muthafuckin' house tonight ("Don't fuck with Ghost, you'll feel sorry") Nahwhatimean? We about to get it popping, let's go! Yo! Yo! [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Tell your crew to be easy, niggaz run around With them fake frowns, sell 'em on eBay Get word to the DJ, tell 'em Staten Island's In the house, put the record on replay [Ghostface Killah] Get your nose blowned off by the fifth, uh You wanna be there, layin' all stiff, uh Everytime you go uptown, you get jipped, uh That's karma, boy, running your lip, uh You be fronting like you got a bunch of chicks, uh You be at home, nigga, beating your dick, uh I'm in the club with the chipped up wrist, uh You at the bar, whoadie, drinkin' my piss, uh The yellow shit, and the bottle ain't Crys', son You turned your muthafuckin' head, nigga, we switched 'em You just mad cause I'm hittin' your sister You in the other room, huh, you couldn't sleep, uh Pop a lotta shit without that liquor, yup We mind seat up, so take our picture I'm like the boogeyman, nigga, I'll get ya Whether now or later, afterlife, or switcher [Interlude: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, oh shit, aiyo Tone hurry up and get 'em, nigga You knowhatimean, it's about to pop off! Ya'll niggaz clear the fucking floor Get the fuck out the way, come on! [Chorus] [Trife Da God] (Ghostface Killah) {both} Yo, it's Tone in the building (the teams in the building) Niggaz wanna beef {what up, what up, what up} We packed to the ceiling (we constantly chilling) We can cause {we could, we shoot, we slice, we cut} [Ghostface Killah] Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yea, now Yes, my birthday, landed in nay, now Peace to Dirt Dog, I'm back like deja vu Leave your girl around me, I will bag your boo Ahh, you bitch niggaz better listen up Anybody front, paramedics gonna pick 'em up They try to save you, sware to God, I hit the nurse up Like "Nah, doc, he look better in a herse truck" I tried to ignore it, his people saw it I ain't the type of dude you go to war with My polo gun yo, will crack the floor shit When the heat's on, you know I draw it I had his number down, Toney just called it [Interlude: Ghostface Killah] Yo, aiyo, Pete Rock, good looking nigga! Staten Island, yo Theodore! What's the deal Slap me one of the ratchets, I'm about to go in! Yo! [Chorus] [Ghostface Killah] Gotta get that cheese, gotta pimp that V Gotta burn those leaves, and uh Pretty Tone make the girls say please Daddy work that d, put it in and be eas' and uh So what, come on, now some of y'all people Might know me from my wallabies Pretty bitches got my number, y'all can dial me I stick it up like an iced cake robbery And when I'm done, y'all can finger nail file me Floss the ill robes since Criminology Supreme Clientele, put the world on top of me Yo babe, hurry up, with those collard greens I represent S.I., ain't as wild as me They lousy, I'm phat like a pound of cheeba weed brownies Tone got the powder squeeze, don't surround me Quick to pick a honey up, shit, the flow's Bounty Ya'll can just crown me! [Outro: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, that's right I like to thank y'all for coming out tonight How y'all like that shit? Youknowhatimean? You really run New York This is that Theodore shit, muthafucker! |
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from Waist Deep (웨이스트 딥) by Terence Blanchard [ost] (2006)
[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Yeah... what's happpening New York City? It's ya boy Ghost in the muthafuckin' house tonight ("Don't fuck with Ghost, you'll feel sorry") Nahwhatimean? We about to get it popping, let's go! Yo! Yo! [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Tell your crew to be easy, niggaz run around With them fake frowns, sell 'em on eBay Get word to the DJ, tell 'em Staten Island's In the house, put the record on replay [Ghostface Killah] Get your nose blowned off by the fifth, uh You wanna be there, layin' all stiff, uh Everytime you go uptown, you get jipped, uh That's karma, boy, running your lip, uh You be fronting like you got a bunch of chicks, uh You be at home, nigga, beating your dick, uh I'm in the club with the chipped up wrist, uh You at the bar, whoadie, drinkin' my piss, uh The yellow shit, and the bottle ain't Crys', son You turned your muthafuckin' head, nigga, we switched 'em You just mad cause I'm hittin' your sister You in the other room, huh, you couldn't sleep, uh Pop a lotta shit without that liquor, yup We mind seat up, so take our picture I'm like the boogeyman, nigga, I'll get ya Whether now or later, afterlife, or switcher [Interlude: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, oh shit, aiyo Tone hurry up and get 'em, nigga You knowhatimean, it's about to pop off! Ya'll niggaz clear the fucking floor Get the fuck out the way, come on! [Chorus] [Trife Da God] (Ghostface Killah) {both} Yo, it's Tone in the building (the teams in the building) Niggaz wanna beef {what up, what up, what up} We packed to the ceiling (we constantly chilling) We can cause {we could, we shoot, we slice, we cut} [Ghostface Killah] Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yea, now Yes, my birthday, landed in nay, now Peace to Dirt Dog, I'm back like deja vu Leave your girl around me, I will bag your boo Ahh, you bitch niggaz better listen up Anybody front, paramedics gonna pick 'em up They try to save you, sware to God, I hit the nurse up Like "Nah, doc, he look better in a herse truck" I tried to ignore it, his people saw it I ain't the type of dude you go to war with My polo gun yo, will crack the floor shit When the heat's on, you know I draw it I had his number down, Toney just called it [Interlude: Ghostface Killah] Yo, aiyo, Pete Rock, good looking nigga! Staten Island, yo Theodore! What's the deal Slap me one of the ratchets, I'm about to go in! Yo! [Chorus] [Ghostface Killah] Gotta get that cheese, gotta pimp that V Gotta burn those leaves, and uh Pretty Tone make the girls say please Daddy work that d, put it in and be eas' and uh So what, come on, now some of y'all people Might know me from my wallabies Pretty bitches got my number, y'all can dial me I stick it up like an iced cake robbery And when I'm done, y'all can finger nail file me Floss the ill robes since Criminology Supreme Clientele, put the world on top of me Yo babe, hurry up, with those collard greens I represent S.I., ain't as wild as me They lousy, I'm phat like a pound of cheeba weed brownies Tone got the powder squeeze, don't surround me Quick to pick a honey up, shit, the flow's Bounty Ya'll can just crown me! [Outro: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, that's right I like to thank y'all for coming out tonight How y'all like that shit? Youknowhatimean? You really run New York This is that Theodore shit, muthafucker! |
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from Trife Diesel - Put It On The Line (2005)
[Intro: Ghostface Killah w/ Billy Stewart samples]
Aiyo... aiyo, what up, yo What up, ya'll, this that Pretty Toney shit Aiyo, I know there's a lot of hoods and shit out there A lot of niggas done got bodied A lot of niggas done got robbed and shit You know what I mean? We love a lot of things in the hood But time goes on... and if we don't change a lot of shit Shit always gonna be this way, and that's a muthafucka fact! True gangsta shit, ya'll, yo, yo, yo When ya'll turn my mic up in here, bareback shit Knowhatimean? Tired of ya'll muthafuckas and shit One-two, fuck around and clob on one of ya'll muthafuckas Yo Spidey, put that reverb shit, on Come on... "Can you feel it? Can you feel it?" Yeah "Can you feel it..." Let's go, fuck it... [Ghostface Killah] Live from Staten Island, where the gangstas kill Only place on the map, that got the 30 dollar bill And we front like we got millions Our specialty is how we willie, niggas That's how Buck brought the building And the police is pussy, they protect and serve They connect, with baseheads then they frisk our birds Smack DVDs, blowin' herb, I'm in the room Bonin' these two white bitches, Ice baggin' up work That's how we get down, fuck Vegas The black Carlo Gambino, rockin' the wallo's Blow his diamonds in Z-No's, spicey, verses is jalapeno Best to leave, when I'm in the big Escalade, I'm sittin' on Dino Tone Stark, a poet's art, kiss the girls And bake them pies, clean up, some are old darts This that real live don' shit, you heard! [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Yo, they lick forty rounds, today Okay, plus the shit is mad hot around the way Niggas don't give a fuck on any time or day Or if he dyin' today, or could he find a way Blow niggas over 'turt, bitches, dimes and trays Blow a nigga a jewel and watch him slide away It's like that, in the hood, he in the grimy say But what we try'nna say is gonna "be this way" It don't have to... it don't have to... "My God!" [Ghostface Killah] With big carrots and static, with that leaves the bad habits Drugs layin' in buildings with great big automatics Anonimos' in the hood, it's a fact, we could do magic Splatter faggots in lobbies, the heat burn off his eyelashes Don't try to pass this, back up or you'll receive something Real tragic, them hollows'll race through your jacket Semi gangstas with weak tactics Forensic scientists called in to display graphics For square inch to his back winds They brain is spleen, it's left all over a fiend's mattress Bastard, we cock and squeeze after we leave our ratchets We keep the hood cryin' for massive havoc No Trix we take from silly rabbits, yo feed them lead carrots The little mans'll connect and they touch that fabric The only thing that can stop 'em is that tephlon phat shit Maybe artillery's heavy like a bunch of fat chicks Brrrr.... baow! Ain't no comin' back bitch! [Chorus] [Outro: Billy Stewart samples] "Ways... be this way!" (3X) |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
Yeah, yo
Give me the cue Skip the introduction, prosate the lip function The junction get rushed by some grimy people bustin weed Splatter your belly like some Attica fellas Use a firearm good, bloods go for hard swelling Insert the spasm, yes the dirty hurt has them Thoroughbred thugs insert the fantasm Verbal smarts, spark the word, visit my scripture Exotic wine, holding nine, Picasso pictures When the rhyme pivot you now, limit your chance Bodyguard the lyric with unlimited stance Words seem to zing on down to Bejing When we touch down you crown renowned kings Verse two: Method Man There's no honor amongst theives, street pharmaceutical Stack like Genovese, the four devil tempt mad men But not these, we profound hardcore sound To MC's thumbs down, prepare Killa bees it be warfare, this the year Niggaz gotta take you off of here, hold the square If we go there we go gritty And spread fear through this rap city, call the mayor My razor sharp darts be like cold stairs The smell of fear makes my nostrils -- flair, truth or dare Ask yourself can you compare to these niggaz in the hood, Johnny B. Goode or he be gone, yeah The struggle goes on, you've been warned P.L.O. from here to Lebanon, how many bombs Must we drop in the Ninety-Now Walk a mile in my shoes, get the street news, from Meth-Tical Verse Three: RZA You gots to be kidding, you gots to be kidding Aiyyo kid, you gots to be kidding, my glocks'll be spitting You gots to be kidding, yo It's common sense how I master my circum-fer-ence, you dense I get locked the fuck up, released on my own recognizance Can't be judged, young bloods bust back like scuds Wu-Tang harvest one thousand notches above MC level, yo, I stay high as like treble Foes who oppose get plucked like rose pedals Arresting and holding, penetrate for better regions Wack MC's only lasted one season The morale was low at the corral Adjective pronouns had no style, yo, we propose our aim the official, initial, is Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah All that other bullshit ain't permissable Annual increase of the Wu-Tang Manual Handles to a keyboard is true hip hop set tangible illegible, every egg ain't edible My tracks remain Unforgettable, like Ol' Nat Cole Got to catch this paper to buy Shaquasia a glacier Throw chairs to deck a skyscraper Understand that the continents of Africa and Asia and free the black man from the enslaved labor, Wu-Tang Interlude: Masta Killa, Method Man, Raekwon The weight of the fam is on our back and we can't fall Victim to this long hall of fame, meaning nuttin We came to punish the glutton with a substance That can't be contained, Wu-Tang Motherfuckers We be seeing y'all asses when we walk up in the club Y'all all in the back Scared to speak the speak cause you scared Punk motherfucker, we know what time it is [Raekwon conversating with some people] All you been seeing is upsets in the box and shit right It's like come on man This nigga fucked up motherfuckin Whittaker Dang, he caught Whittaker Mmmmhmmm He caught Whittaker a long time ago Mike got touched Then Mike got touched by Holyfield Holyfield Yeah, word up Hey, Mike's -- Mike's gonna forfeit this fight He ain't fighting McDermit He ain't fightin? Nope Whattup? You talkin bout he -- what he, what he, what he did? Told them he cut his eye, in sparring Verse Five: Ghostface Killah Style adoral rap pressing, David Berkowitz Einstein birth to hit, now nurture it M.G.M. front row seat tonight, no gens Purified cleanse, ran into some beef up in the men's Fix your sawed off, Wu-Tang throw me off the cross All you saw was white meat, skin hangin off These is words from the Arch Bishop, some call it six up The Betty Crocker, marvel cake stakes admissor Wax janitor, black Jack Mulligan from Canada Slam dance, tarantula style, youse a fan of the Monopoly king, Slavic poetry Carnegie Hall's off the hook, let's push through the armory Mack truck hitting soloist, soul controllers Behold of the thousand teeth fist, swift and boneless Outro: RZA You know, cause Wu-Tang is invincible, youknowhatI'mean? It's Wu-Tang Forever God (invincible) Knahmsaying? We gonna get down with that W You gonna get down with that W That's that Wu, that's that Wisdom YouknowhatI'msayin? That's the Wisdom of the Universe That's the truth, of Allah, for the Nation, of the Gods YouknowhatI'msayin? We breakin egg through these days God YouknowhatI'msayin? We got the fuckin way We got the medicine for yo' sickness Out here, ya knowhatImean? I was telling Shorty like -- Yo Shorty, you don't even gotta go to summer school Pick up the Wu-Tang double CD And you'll get all the education you need this year YouknowhatImean? (Their poisoned minds can't comprehend this shit) Word man, it's Wu-Tang Forever God Niggaz can't fuck with these lyrics God YouknowhatI'msayin? Knahmean? (Oh hell no, none of this shit) C'mon man -- beats, lyrics man, y'all niggaz (Niggaz can't even understand half this shit) Nah (man, no) I think niggaz ain't gonna figure it out til the year Two-G (Wax niggaz ass for free or fee) Word Yo, you know what? The next Wu-Tang album ain't even comin out until Two Thousand YaknowhatImean? That's just gonna come back with a comet You hear, we gonna bring a comet (Check for that shit in the millenium) YouknowhatImean? So, yo, y'all niggaz man (Be the ressurection) The Gods is here man Born Gods is here (Born God) |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever [Explicit Version] (2001)
Verse One: U-God
Yeah, yo Give me the cue Skip the introduction, prosate the lip function The junction get rushed by some grimy people bustin weed Splatter your belly like some Attica fellas Use a firearm good, bloods go for hard swelling Insert the spasm, yes the dirty hurt has them Thoroughbred thugs insert the fantasm Verbal smarts, spark the word, visit my scripture Exotic wine, holding nine, Picasso pictures When the rhyme pivot you now, limit your chance Bodyguard the lyric with unlimited stance Words seem to zing on down to Bejing When we touch down you crown renowned kings Verse two: Method Man There's no honor amongst theives, street pharmaceutical Stack like Genovese, the four devil tempt mad men But not these, we profound hardcore sound To MC's thumbs down, prepare Killa bees it be warfare, this the year Niggaz gotta take you off of here, hold the square If we go there we go gritty And spread fear through this rap city, call the mayor My razor sharp darts be like cold stairs The smell of fear makes my nostrils -- flair, truth or dare Ask yourself can you compare to these niggaz in the hood, Johnny B. Goode or he be gone, yeah The struggle goes on, you've been warned P.L.O. from here to Lebanon, how many bombs Must we drop in the Ninety-Now Walk a mile in my shoes, get the street news, from Meth-Tical Verse Three: RZA You gots to be kidding, you gots to be kidding Aiyyo kid, you gots to be kidding, my glocks'll be spitting You gots to be kidding, yo It's common sense how I master my circum-fer-ence, you dense I get locked the fuck up, released on my own recognizance Can't be judged, young bloods bust back like scuds Wu-Tang harvest one thousand notches above MC level, yo, I stay high as like treble Foes who oppose get plucked like rose pedals Arresting and holding, penetrate for better regions Wack MC's only lasted one season The morale was low at the corral Adjective pronouns had no style, yo, we propose our aim the official, initial, is Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah All that other bullshit ain't permissable Annual increase of the Wu-Tang Manual Handles to a keyboard is true hip hop set tangible illegible, every egg ain't edible My tracks remain Unforgettable, like Ol' Nat Cole Got to catch this paper to buy Shaquasia a glacier Throw chairs to deck a skyscraper Understand that the continents of Africa and Asia and free the black man from the enslaved labor, Wu-Tang Interlude: Masta Killa, Method Man, Raekwon The weight of the fam is on our back and we can't fall Victim to this long hall of fame, meaning nuttin We came to punish the glutton with a substance That can't be contained, Wu-Tang Motherfuckers We be seeing y'all asses when we walk up in the club Y'all all in the back Scared to speak the speak cause you scared Punk motherfucker, we know what time it is [Raekwon conversating with some people] All you been seeing is upsets in the box and shit right It's like come on man This nigga fucked up motherfuckin Whittaker Dang, he caught Whittaker Mmmmhmmm He caught Whittaker a long time ago Mike got touched Then Mike got touched by Holyfield Holyfield Yeah, word up Hey, Mike's -- Mike's gonna forfeit this fight He ain't fighting McDermit He ain't fightin? Nope Whattup? You talkin bout he -- what he, what he, what he did? Told them he cut his eye, in sparring Verse Five: Ghostface Killah Style adoral rap pressing, David Berkowitz Einstein birth to hit, now nurture it M.G.M. front row seat tonight, no gens Purified cleanse, ran into some beef up in the men's Fix your sawed off, Wu-Tang throw me off the cross All you saw was white meat, skin hangin off These is words from the Arch Bishop, some call it six up The Betty Crocker, marvel cake stakes admissor Wax janitor, black Jack Mulligan from Canada Slam dance, tarantula style, youse a fan of the Monopoly king, Slavic poetry Carnegie Hall's off the hook, let's push through the armory Mack truck hitting soloist, soul controllers Behold of the thousand teeth fist, swift and boneless Outro: RZA You know, cause Wu-Tang is invincible, youknowhatI'mean? It's Wu-Tang Forever God (invincible) Knahmsaying? We gonna get down with that W You gonna get down with that W That's that Wu, that's that Wisdom YouknowhatI'msayin? That's the Wisdom of the Universe That's the truth, of Allah, for the Nation, of the Gods YouknowhatI'msayin? We breakin egg through these days God YouknowhatI'msayin? We got the fuckin way We got the medicine for yo' sickness Out here, ya knowhatImean? I was telling Shorty like -- Yo Shorty, you don't even gotta go to summer school Pick up the Wu-Tang double CD And you'll get all the education you need this year YouknowhatImean? (Their poisoned minds can't comprehend this shit) Word man, it's Wu-Tang Forever God Niggaz can't fuck with these lyrics God YouknowhatI'msayin? Knahmean? (Oh hell no, none of this shit) C'mon man -- beats, lyrics man, y'all niggaz (Niggaz can't even understand half this shit) Nah (man, no) I think niggaz ain't gonna figure it out til the year Two-G (Wax niggaz ass for free or fee) Word Yo, you know what? The next Wu-Tang album ain't even comin out until Two Thousand YaknowhatImean? That's just gonna come back with a comet You hear, we gonna bring a comet (Check for that shit in the millenium) YouknowhatImean? So, yo, y'all niggaz man (Be the ressurection) The Gods is here man Born Gods is here (Born God) |
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from Ghostface Killah - Ironman (1996)
[Intro: Raekwon]
Hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me I don't wanna here nuttin' Word Up, got to pay Yeah, Its like that right Blow his Back out, make his shoes work [Raekwon] Aye Yo, this shit be off the knock it rock Whatever cock block it cat get blown, who own this street corner, foreigner hesitate to rock a Hummer Navy Seal top runner, rhyme this summer For real, marinating nigga's skating Debating waiting, style flowinly relating Fine line switch it on ya like Venetian blinds The mission is mine, fabulous King I Divine Titanium Hydro collado, Yo dunn dunn polly dis conjunction, Son what, slang doctor Medicaid the kids pay it say if these niggas in affect dunn, stay rap related Cassette rhymer, 5-G cosigner, line for liner Poet designer, sharp like liners Mic of the year award, fly gear award Them niggas over there be analysing for one sword Get bent, pay the rent, plus still we invent Nuff shit to get your whole team crazily sent Now all I need is a half gallon of weed Proceed, to bust as Mike Ditka made three seeds Then Max out like two Ack's inside the parking lot Son bark a lot and get seen hit in that dark a lot What now blow, clicking like a calico Gold Maximilian, one love keep it real yo [Ghostface Killah] Yo, hit me for these Tommy Hill, ice rocking niggas Peace, the summers mine, I blow the biggest Back up off me, while I grab my dick and hold the Heini Park the Blue 600, Wally kings is right behind me Tackle clubs, never rock Lugz, I'm way above These mic's is like golden gloves verses spark plug Its like the pennant, Seminars the Play-off Start the J off like Cochran got OJ off The Specialist who eye balled the mistress necklace Perpetuous, this curly head kid's treacherous Leggo the Eggo, so we can dip dip dive the gleego Throwing can-can, eat that plus this Instrumental Awwww Shit say Stark-aligist, Starks-aligist Fried fish halibut pull out the bull horn and celebrate like Kunta was born we elbowed our way inside loud and got on I played the building, burn a branch and get filled in Like Pilgrims G-ing Pepperidge Farms from out a million who wanna rhyme? who wanna challenge the swordsman? that rock that fisherman hat like Gordon's [U-God] I hose down the place no shots to the face Elite Special force no religion style faith The melting pot boil gun shot drama soil Gamble when I scramble handle hot pots of oil Man handle brain killing erect my hidden Streets may be potent put your 96 bid in Vampire Curse disperse on each verse Swim in black water, act slaughter through my earth You're hit by my element Great Wall of China Mountain Peak hold the globe like vagina Measure on my mic stand, molecule and strand Finger rolling rhythm ride the horse one hand 'GoldenEye', 'Spy vs. Spy', guilty of suspicion Chess boxer, mic in dead body position 40 oz. Ciga-art, three verse invented Divine universal black man representing Similar the pure, rhyme blowing out the pore Battery in the back, keep it charged for the raw I'm bred type thorough, pistol lyro gun hero renaissance rebel shadow boxing your barrel Fully woven Beethoven, hit you on a humble Hard enough to hurt you, chastise my rap styles Lock down, for this curfew |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
[U-God]
Hard days of work You had a hard day at work baby I want you to sit down, relax While I soak you in my mentals Backrub style, watch this, yo, yo Massage, peppermint oil, shampoo and pears Cinnamin, aloe, natural for you hair So lather the soap, coconut conditioning Honey lather, blood flowing, love glistening Motion lotion, breeze, over the ocean Lovers, bath crystals, lovers bun scrubbers Hot milk bath, steam shower rubbing These will splash long loving in your oven Make it off, break it off, till it gets soft Passion fruit, pussy cat, want to touch it off In and out, rapers patients, Hershey's Kisses get a style Stress reliever soak your feet, air them out Brain message, think about pink Stress relieving, no dishes in the sink Upper lower, left, right, neck don't play Back rub, count on, take me away Waterfall beads, streams, plush and lavish Come with me through all the damn madness Night breeze at sea, sipping tea You and your queen melodies, and trees, 85 degrees Jet skis breeze Scraping water on chocolate, butter scotch flowers Vapor action, tropical sunshower Baby powder, relax, feel for an hour Sand suntan, snuggled up snug Snowey days, fireplace, oriental rug Thugs, lay on the couch, pull it out, perfect balance Chemical stimuli, two tokes off the chalace Complete silence, what surround us Whats the finest, wrapped in cold sheets Vanilla apple heat, loop played jazz music, coffee pillow sleeps Breakfast in bed, early morning sun treats Sunset level, suprise sunrises, hell Lay on the couch, while I clip your toenails Dreams of peaches and cream steam secret spells Soft spoken gospel, Barry White acapell Violin, good medicine, sound swell Sunshine like, the right, without the hell Taste sugar, wise storm steam stick Slowdance drink, like nights over Egypt Having, stabbing, calm chilling now we rolling Company, ice cream licking now we holding Gentle force, warm tingle of the golden Open loose, ice cubes, kiss your belly Alcohol, palm trees, peanut butter jelly Almond twirl, fantastic melodies Soon, taste these spoons Wiping me with toon, fly wine, prize storm Now it's high noon, rasberry spices Cherry breath, drink from the mountain, sip the very best Sounds of the shore, every winter is a war Paradise life, recipe now pour Musicness, model, gentle mental Wash away your sorrow, fantasy Allah Put the message in the bottle Carry you through, the threshold, do my duty Happy ending, go to rest Sleeping Beauty Yo, this is that body shop shit Love love slam Edible underwear, champagne, bubble bath Have your snack on that ass that Know what I mean? Massaging these melodies Put that gangsta shit on the shelf Blow winds, blow, through your hair Sea breeze sticks and shit Right right [Method Man] When your around boo Come and chop this mother fucking beat you stank ass trick |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever [Explicit Version] (2001)
[U-God]
Hard days of work You had a hard day at work baby I want you to sit down, relax While I soak you in my mentals Backrub style, watch this, yo, yo Massage, peppermint oil, shampoo and pears Cinnamin, aloe, natural for you hair So lather the soap, coconut conditioning Honey lather, blood flowing, love glistening Motion lotion, breeze, over the ocean Lovers, bath crystals, lovers bun scrubbers Hot milk bath, steam shower rubbing These will splash long loving in your oven Make it off, break it off, till it gets soft Passion fruit, pussy cat, want to touch it off In and out, rapers patients, Hershey's Kisses get a style Stress reliever soak your feet, air them out Brain message, think about pink Stress relieving, no dishes in the sink Upper lower, left, right, neck don't play Back rub, count on, take me away Waterfall beads, streams, plush and lavish Come with me through all the damn madness Night breeze at sea, sipping tea You and your queen melodies, and trees, 85 degrees Jet skis breeze Scraping water on chocolate, butter scotch flowers Vapor action, tropical sunshower Baby powder, relax, feel for an hour Sand suntan, snuggled up snug Snowey days, fireplace, oriental rug Thugs, lay on the couch, pull it out, perfect balance Chemical stimuli, two tokes off the chalace Complete silence, what surround us Whats the finest, wrapped in cold sheets Vanilla apple heat, loop played jazz music, coffee pillow sleeps Breakfast in bed, early morning sun treats Sunset level, suprise sunrises, hell Lay on the couch, while I clip your toenails Dreams of peaches and cream steam secret spells Soft spoken gospel, Barry White acapell Violin, good medicine, sound swell Sunshine like, the right, without the hell Taste sugar, wise storm steam stick Slowdance drink, like nights over Egypt Having, stabbing, calm chilling now we rolling Company, ice cream licking now we holding Gentle force, warm tingle of the golden Open loose, ice cubes, kiss your belly Alcohol, palm trees, peanut butter jelly Almond twirl, fantastic melodies Soon, taste these spoons Wiping me with toon, fly wine, prize storm Now it's high noon, rasberry spices Cherry breath, drink from the mountain, sip the very best Sounds of the shore, every winter is a war Paradise life, recipe now pour Musicness, model, gentle mental Wash away your sorrow, fantasy Allah Put the message in the bottle Carry you through, the threshold, do my duty Happy ending, go to rest Sleeping Beauty Yo, this is that body shop shit Love love slam Edible underwear, champagne, bubble bath Have your snack on that ass that Know what I mean? Massaging these melodies Put that gangsta shit on the shelf Blow winds, blow, through your hair Sea breeze sticks and shit Right right [Method Man] When your around boo Come and chop this mother fucking beat you stank ass trick |
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from Ghostface Killah - Apollo Kids (2010)
[Ghostface Killah]
Where's my horse? {shouts} de Andre! {makes horse sounds} Andre? Yo! Throw me in a mosh pit I'm liable to start shit Melt the place then break out like an arsonist Classified to get it in for a classic killing If I turn my back and walk that means I'm chilling Got bitches in mi casa boiling fresh lobsters But I don't do the shellfish I'm a just eat pasta Turkey italian sausage chopped up kielbasa Doing hits from home like an elite mobster Love my onions diced up real little, wifed up! Gotti trench men is real brittle Poke your nose {Poconos} is where I go with the capos 11 Sammy the Bulls, ready to wack those I'm half black yo, half oregano That's half italian yo, who he? I'm from that Island yo, Staten Crushing niggas like aspirins Commissioner Kelly I'll kill your captian That's word to my bitch that's laid off That little patch in the pussy, word! I ate it off! Team move with hands in the air like Adolf Handing me a big joint that I sprayed off! Raa3fffff [Cappadonna] Toma, toma, mira pene que! Papi Wardrobe, Papi Wardrobe, go ahead Papi Wardrobe! Maricon! Yeah...rrrrrrrrrrrkii kii kii kii kii kii kaaaaah La Costra Nostra La Familia, what! Violate my family ties and I'm a kill y'all Mi amor dame un beso "D" Capitan ghettio hot sauce on my Speghetti-O's Papi Wardrobe mexican handle with ho's All my gutter gang crew got border patrol Like Zorro when I come through black sombrero, what! 2 in the holster my code name Darryl Ride off in the sunset starved in the barrel Long boots on my horse named White Boy John Rock the side of that bitch straight mexican song Ass hanging off the brunt don't ever look at me wrong And my heart beats strong like Julio on guzziii Up in the Arizona desert where the shit get ugly All my Staten Island riders ride or die honchos Get cream all day leave our ponchos We bull fighting niggas wrestle with broncos And my team stay tight like Silver & Tonto Carry a long whip yo I'll whip your ass Hard head mexican dope mixed with hash Machete behind door where the rip and the slash Desperado kids me and Ghost back at last Toma, Toma, Mericon! Papi Wardrobe, Papi Wardrobe, bring it to them! [Trife] Cinco De Mayo imported guns from Cairo Got back with the toast and beat the charge like rhino This bitch who's albino I met her out in Chi-Town while I was out in Greek town ordering Gyros The Bad bitch keep the tool in her bible Quick to murder her rivals and her pops was a gangsta Disciple He Killed about a thousand Vice Lords guns and knife wars The feds came for him so he slid to the 9th ward Down in the N.O. And right before he left he wrote his daughter a memo left stacks in a Benz-o It got hot niggas selling giving out the info He paranoid every 20 seconds out the window Blow it into limbo he spazzed on Lorenzo He smashed him in the head with his own son's Nintendo About a week later the boys came and rushed him Kicked down his door while he was sleep they cuffed him |
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from Ghostface Killah - More Fish (2006)
[Intro: scratched up samples]
"You out there, on now" "Sorry... that's word, I'm not the herb" "Understand what I'm saying, saying, saying" "It's the hardcore" "Set it off, rusty, low down" "Following me, it be the God" "Whatever, whatever" "God all" "All New York, ight" [Ghostface Killah] Yo, aiyo, the Wally man's coming, you can hear his chain dangle Brolic arm, check out the ankle Best cuts, diamond sittin' sideways, like they sit in the cup You can pour Goose on it, juice on it, two Jamaican sluts On the streets, cousin, word life, them big boy Toys'R'Us Got them S5 fifties Maybach's, push suede back Four hundred g's, on the concrete, save that Like James Brown, it's the Big Payback Same place you front's where you get laid at Strong arm a nigga for real, we eat ya food Like dog, muthaf**ka, in replace of a meal Give you a two hour car chase, flying through lakes and bushes Holding the wheel, still burning the swishes Exotic killas who bribe to kill us, and we pay for a tab Don't matter what size the bill is We don't need your support, wack speech your thought Just to rhyme my shit when the tape cut off The price of fame, a dope chain, the same chain Yo, he tapped to the roof, watch the block, watch 'em hang [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] From Broad Street down to Milledge You f**king with experienced killas Mean wolves, silver back gorillas Them Theodore kids' gorillas You f**king with experienced killas Silver back gorillas [Ghostface Killah] The grenade gonna hit like a bomb from Flex The street is never at peace when I palm a tech My enemies is sub, dude, I'm a black belt The moves I do, is how Bruce stick Kareem Abdul Same dudes give a bitch booze, stupid rich dudes Crystal, chandellier ice, keep a wrist full 'cause, if Lil' Jon, can ice his cup I top that shit, and ice my nuts See I'm a threat when it comes to rocks At 3 A.M., you like damn, who put the sun on the block Is he crazy? Illuminate like the Son of God And still pull up in the hoopted out rented car With dust and weed on him, knock the neighborhood bully out Take his gun and pee on him The magazines cant develop my flicks The negatives came, and printed out them c-note chips Keep the heat flaming, beats banging, bottle of weed stanking Competition, yo, I'm giving out strict spankings Burn 'em like bacon, some want Satan In the hell fire, screaming, yo I'm sorry for faking, baking [Chorus] |
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from Ghostface Killah - More Fish (2006)
[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Uh-huh [Ghostface Killah] Greasy, razor blades, shots spray, military Armor, keep blaze packed, all day, dog's day Groundhog Day, ya'll bitch niggas got sweet hands, word I know why, why? Ya'll all gay, pop off head Get your top rocked, way across state The pamphlet read, from seven to nine, don't hold that weight Ya'll just bait, I'm a fisherman, I own this lake When I catch fish, I fry 'em, to they back I flake I smash ya'll muthaf**kas like a seedless grape And hang niggas like some ceiling fans in K-Mart plates Feel me? Shake double earthquakes, give thanks, give shanks Word to my momma, I cut the grass on you f**king snakes Expose, don't tell, use a mo', round the way Go-Go down, gone with the wind, he's a he-she Bitch ass nigga for sale, like Magilla Standing in the window, with a sign, "Yes, I f**k men, though" [Interlude: Ghostface Killah (Sheek Louch)] Aiyo, Sheek (What up, dog?) Stab one of them niggas, nigga, word up! [Sheek Louch] Aiyo, my niggas is wetted, they drunk and they trying to eat The hammers on 'em, and they ain't out looking for meat I'm jumping out cars, I'm giving you permanent stars Your hardest nigga, you can't compare him to ours I'm sitting on crates, I'm missing probation dates I'm stuck with this weight, my wifey period late I'm hot as f**k, my truck keep getting tailed It's like every week, one of mines getting jailed Forgetting bail, piss test failed Got parole on us, then wanna roll on us I'm at my momma crib sleep, who told on us? I'm sick to death, I'm on fire in the streets Like in Back to the Future, when the car left Ghost'll clap for me, f**k, rap for me Yo, tell them niggas on the Island, get strapped for me Het wet ya, and throw the stocking On his face, like when he first met cha [Ghostface Killah] Yo, me and Sheek drug heads like a bottle of Goose I had my road dogs follow your troops Gorilla game, African tribe, Somalian crew With a flow so sick, my high temperature'll body the flu Crack heads get knocked out, right in front of the school Slap 'em Sheek, wake his ass up, he can't even move Cereal box is crack and ratchets, in the cocaine spot My fiends'll box filled with coke head classics Dope money, flood me rags of kush, heavy drags Bodegas, I'm mad, my older sister Patty's a butch Guns come out like my mother's teeth, watch how I'm throwing heat The leg gravy be steaming over smothered beef From eight-ball jackets to cops and robbers My last drug run, I threw in two bricks to garbage I wash my money in Woodlife, dunyy, sippin' on Folgers Black jewels trucking, still come through bummy |
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from Ghostface Killah - Ironman (1996)
featuring Raekwon, Method Man
Intro: *sung* Wu Tang will survive, no no no-no no no Wu Tang will survive Cause every time they flip a party You know the party screams and shouts Cause you... DAMN! Aw, TC that was the bomb... (Ghostface) Get all my peoples,get all my peoples headphones All of em Lay em a death warrant Aaaah, yo, show it off, kid, show em, what, what Let em have it, bust it, hey yo, hey yo Verse One: Raekwon Blend wine, who want to win mine Shorty get a ten-round for floatin With the richest, huh Flexed out, Flinstone style Your criminal pen pal kidnapped Loud, jetted the Moseying, posing for them niggaz up in Poland Rollin wax style museum, G 'em Them richest niggaz bless this like Russian cut VVS's Slide the hatchback, black were finessing this Them niggaz over there know, Gazelle goggles And them Lottos, 88 style, throwing bottles (bottles) Scenario rap, rap imperial, material (uh, yo yo, yo, yo) Murdering cats is like that real Verse Two: Ghostface Yo come do me something word to Michelob peep the Land Rov' Sleeper hold club faggots lay your dome on a stove It's like space kid, the whole world is pitch black, granola rap Dough got smaller famous team, walked up in Photomat Black down, numerous rounds, boots is brown Getaway driver, this white bitch from out of town We love horse races shaking Jakes and high-speed chases Porno stations, drinking violations, God relations 90 minute Maxwell tapes, instrumental breaks Banging earaches, lay my verse down in two takes The speaker pops, the Winchester rifle's in the kitchen Murder the DJ's eyes twitching, woofer hissing Interlude: Raekwon Yo, he's strong arming, manipulating niggaz, scraping niggaz Taking play from niggaz, hate faking niggaz, yo you hear me? The whole shit's like wrestling What you dare me? Back the fuck up kid, we flexing Verse Three: Method Man This rap shit bust yo' gums, and leave you stunned Pull your plug, now you can't function There's no total or sum to this equation, you frozen Many may come but few are chosen Pretty niggaz want to play the war posing When the ruckus come, they be the first to get their shine stolen Do or die, it be I, Meta-physical Man Holding court from my Wu, indivisible Clan I see your thoughts and your hand reaching It's getting deep in this mud Cats heat seeking, for one blood Nameless thugs with aimless slugs, shooting at these stank bitches Less he gon' bring this above, I make switches From the lamp I grant three wishes Johnny be parleying, I Blaze britches, then I roll One hundred percent mind, one hundred percent body One hundred percent soul, individual Assholes tend to run From this PLO extortion to the one The next chamber, you fucking with the star spangler To the dawn's early light with this head-banger Boogie, represent this shit fully Like I'm constantly at war with the town bully Who want that pressure, about to get smacked silly Like a fat bitch in Spandex, 'Free Willy'! We on some milli, check the joint, engine number nine Niggaz wasting time worrying about me and mine Get your own shit |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Enter The Wu-Tang 36 Chambers (1993)
Intro:
Shaolin shadowboxing, and the Wu-Tang sword style If what you say is true, the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang could be dangerous Do you think your Wu-Tang sword can defeat me? En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style Chorus: RZA Bring da motherfuckin ruckus Bring da motherfuckin ruckus Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin ruckus Bring da motherfuckin ruckus Verse One: Ghostface Killah Ghostface, catch the blast of a hype verse My glock bursts, leave in a hearse, I did worse I come rough, tough like an elephant tusk Ya head rush, fly like Egyptian musk Aw shit, Wu-Tang Clan spark the wicks an' However, I master the trick just like Nixon Causin terror, quick damage ya whole era Hardrocks is locked the fuck up, or found shot P.L.O. style, hazardous, cause I wreck this dangerous I blow sparks like Waco, Texas Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef I watch my back like I'm locked down, hardcore Hittin sound, watch me act bugged, and tear it down A literate type asshole, songs goin gold, no doubt and you watch a corny nigga fold Yeah, they fake and all that Carryin gats but yo, my Clan Rollin like forty Macs Now ya act convinced, I guess it makes sense Wu-Tang, yo sewwwwwwwww, represent I wait for one to act up Now I got him backed up Gun to his neck now, react what? And that's one in the chamber Wu-Tang banger, 36 styles of danger Chorus Verse Three: Inspectah Deck I rip it hardcore, like porno-flick bitches I roll with groups of ghetto bastards with biscuits Check it, my method on the microphone's bangin Wu-Tang slang'll leave your headpiece hangin Bust this, I'm kickin like Segall, Out for Justice The roughness, yes, the rudeness, ruckus Redrum, I verbally assault with the tongue Murder one, my style shot ya knot like a stun-gun I'm hectic, I wreck it with the quickness Set it on the microphone, and competition get blown By this nasty ass nigga with my nigga, the RZA Charged like a bull and got pull like a trigga So bad, stabbin up the pad with the vocab, crab I scream on ya ass like your dad, bring it on... Chorus Verse Four: The Genius/GZA Yo, I'm more rugged than slaveman boots New recruits, I'm fuckin' up MC troops I break loops, and trample shit, while I stomp! A mudhole in that ass, cause I'm straight out the swamp Creepin up on site, now it's Fright Night My Wu-Tang slang is mad fuckin' dangerous And more deadly than the stroke of an axe Choppin through ya back *swish* Givin bystanders heart-attacks Niggas try to flip, tell me who is him I blow up his fuckin prism Make it a vicious act of terrorism You wanna bring it, so fuck it Come on and bring the ruckus And I provoke niggaz to kick buckets I'm wettin CREAM, I ain't wettin fame Who sellin gain, I'm givin out a deadly game It's not the Russian it's the Wu-Tang crushin Roulette, slip up and get fucked like Suzette Bring da fuckin ruckus... Chorus So bring it on...(X7) punk nigga! |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Diciples Of The 36 Chambers Chapter 1 (2006)
Shaolin shadowboxing, and the Wu-Tang sword style
If what you say is true, The Shaolin and the Wu-Tang could be dangerous Do you think your Wu-Tang sword can defeat me? En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style [Chorus] Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Ghostface, catch the blast of a hype verse My glock bursts, leave in a hearse, I did worse I come rough, tough like an elephant tusk Ya head rush, fly like Egyptian musk Aw shit, Wu-Tang Clan spark the wicks an' However, I master the trick just like Nixon Causin' terror, quick damage ya whole era Hardrocks is locked the fuck up, or found shot P.L.O. style, hazardous, cause I wreck this dangerous I blow sparks like Waco, Texas I watch my back like I'm locked down, hardcore Hittin' sound, watch me act bugged, and tear it down A literate type asshole, songs goin' gold, no doubt And you watch a corny nigga fold Yeah, they fake and all that Carryin' gats but yo, my Clan Rollin like forty Macs Now ya act convinced, I guess it makes sense Wu-Tang, yo sew, represent I wait for one to act up Now I got him backed up Gun to his neck now, react what? And that's one in the chamber Wu-Tang banger, 36 styles of danger [Chorus] I rip it hardcore, like porno-flick bitches I roll with groups of ghetto bastards with biscuits Check it, my method on the microphone's bangin' Wu-Tang slang'll leave your headpiece hangin' Bust this, I'm kickin' like Segal, Out For Justice The roughness, yes, the rudeness, ruckus Redrum, I verbally assault with the tongue Murder one, my style shot ya knot like a stun-gun I'm hectic, I wreck it with the quickness Set it on the microphone, and competition get blown By this nasty ass nigga with my nigga, the RZA Charged like a bull and got pull like a trigga So bad, stabbin' up the pad with the vocab, crab I scream on ya ass like your dad, bring it on [Chorus] Yo, I'm more rugged than slave man boots New recruits, I'm fuckin' up MC troops I break loops, and trample shit, while I stomp! A mud hole in that ass, cause I'm straight out the swamp Creepin' up on site, now it's Fright Night My Wu-Tang slang is mad fuckin' dangerous And more deadly than the stroke of an axe Choppin' through ya back swish Givin' bystanders heart-attacks Niggas try to flip, tell me who is him I blow up his fuckin' prism Make it a vicious act of terrorism You want to bring it, so fuck it Come on and bring the ruckus And I provoke niggaz to kick buckets I'm wettin' cream, I ain't wettin' fame Who sellin' gain, I'm givin' out a deadly game It's not the Russian it's the Wu-Tang crushin' Roulette, slip up and get fucked like Suzette Bring da fuckin' ruckus [Chorus] So bring it on So bring it on So bring it on So bring it on So bring it on So bring it on So bring it on Punk nigga! |
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</script> Basically, can't fuck with me Verse One: I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain Let's go inside my astral plane Find out my mental's based on instrumental records hey, so I can write monumental Methods, I'm not the King But niggaz is decaf I stick em for the CREAM check it, just how deep can shit get Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish accept it In your Cross Colour, clothes you've crossed over Then got Totally Krossed Out and Kris Kross Who da boss? Niggaz get tossed to the side And I'm the dark side of the Force Of course it's the Method, Man from the Wu-Tang Clan I be hectic, and comin for the head piece protect it Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggaz want the ruckus Bustin at me bruh, now bust it Styles, I gets buckwild Method Man on some shit, pullin niggaz files I'm sick, insane, crazy, Drivin Miss Daisy Out her fuckin mind now I got mine I'm Swayze Chorus: Is it real son, is it really real son Let me know it's real son, if it's really real Something I could feel son, load it up and kill one Want it raw deal son, if it's really real Interlude: Booster And when I was a lil stereo (stereo) I listened to some champion (champion) I always wondered (wondered) Will now I be the numba one? (Tical! hahaha) Now you listen to de gargon (Gargon!) And de gargon summary And any man dat come test me (test me) Me gwanna lick out dem brains (it's like that) Verse Two: Brothers want to hang with the Meth bring the rope the only way you hang is by the neck nigga poke off the set comin to your projects Take it as a threat, better yet it's a promise Comin from a vet on some old Vietnam shit Nigga you can bet your bottom dollar hey I bomb shit And it's gonna get even worse word to God It's the Wu comin through sickin niggaz for they garments Movin on your left, southpaw em it's the Meth Came to represent and carve my name in your chest You can come test realize you're no contest Son I'm the gun that won that old Wild West Quick on the draw with my hands on the four nine three eleven with the rugged rhymes galore Check it cause I think not when this hip-hops like proper Rhymes be the proof while I'm drinkin 90 proof Huh vodka, no OJ, no straw When you give it to me aiy, give it to me raw I've learned when you drink Absolut straight it burns Enough to give my chest hairs a perm I don't need a chemical blow to pull a hoe All I need is Chemical Bank to pay da mo' What, basically that, Meth-Tical, ninety-four style Word up we be hazardous *car crashing* *horn passing me* Northern spicy brown mustard hoes We have to stick you *horn sound of car racing by* Chorus Outro: I'll fuckin, I'll fuckin cut your kneecaps off and make you kneel in some staircase piss I'll fuckin, cut your eyelids off and feed you nuthin but sleepin pills You motherfuckers (So???) So fuck the hoe Fuck the hoe (Look at this nigga, this motherfuckin...) |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Diciples Of The 36 Chambers Chapter 1 (2006)
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</script> (Ol' Dirty Bastard) Word up, I bust that nigga ass right now! Ain't none of them niggas can't fuck with me! What? Nigga you could never fuck with me, my nigga! Dirt fuck you up right now! What? What? What? I bust your motherfuckin ass boy! I ain't no motherfuckin joke, you know who you talkin to (Word up, bust that nigga ass, word up) Ol' Dirty Bastard, I fuck you up right now Yeah, what? What? (Shame on that nigga yo He ain't sayin nothin, fuck him!) I'm the one-man army, Ason I've never been tooken out, I keep MC's lookin out I drop science like girls be droppin babies Enough to make a nigga go cra-a-azy Energy buildin, takin all types of medicines Your ass thought you were better than Ason, I keep planets in orbit While I be comin with teeth, bitin more shit Enough to make ya break and shake ya ass 'cause I create rhymes good as a tasty cake, mix This style, I'm mastered in Niggas catchin headaches, what? What? You need Aspirin? This type of pain, you couldn't even kill with Midol Fuck around get sprayed with Lysol In your face like a can of mace, baby Is it burnin? Well, fuck it, now you're learnin how, I don't even like your motherfuckin profile Give me my fuckin shit, CH-CH-BLAOW! Not seen and heard, no one knows You forget, niggas be quiet as kept Now you know nothin Before you knew a whole fuckin lot Your ass don't wanna get shot A lot of MC's came to my showdown To watch me put your fuckin ass lo-o-ow down As you can go, below zero without a doubt I've never been tooken out by a nigga, who couldn't figure Yo by a nigga, who couldn't figure Yo by a nigga, who couldn't figure (Brooklyn Zoo) how to pull a fuckin gun trigger I said "Get the fuck outta here!" Nigga wanna get too close, to the utmost But I got stacks that'll attack any wack host Introducin, yo fuck that nigga's name My hip-hop drops on your head like ra-a-ain And when it rains it pours, cause my rhymes hardcore That's why I give you more of the raw talent that I got will riz-ock the spot MC's I'll be bur-r-rnin, bur-r-rnin hot Whoa-hoa-hoa! Get me like slow-mo with the flow If I move too quick, oh, you just won't know I'm homicidal when you enter the target Nigga get up, act like a pig tryin to hog shit So I take yo ass out quick The mics, I've had it my nigga, you can suck my dick If you wanna step to my motherfuckin rep' CH-CH-BLOAW! BLOAW! BLOAW! Blown to death You got shot cause you knock knock knock "Who's there?" Another motherfuckin hardrock Slackin on your mackin 'cause raw's what you lack You wanna react? Bring it on back... (Chorus (5x): Ol' Dirty Bastard) Shame on you, when you step through to the Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo! (Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard) What? My nigga... Shame on ya... |
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from Ghostface Killah - Supreme Clientele (2000)
Who I'm is? The phenom, them niggaz can't live Who I'm is? We ain't got shit, somethin got to give Y'all done flipped y'all wig, blacked out the crib Die and live for my nigs and my bad-ass kids, freeze *sniff* Lookin at your ice like GEEZ! I'm plottin on the mousetrap, about to snatch the cheese I heard y'all kids is bout that, psychotherapy You buggin where the couch at? Wu, til they bury me Never tell a lie, like George with the cherry tree Now it's cherry pie - if it's not broke, let it be Ain't nuttin nice in - New York Stick you for your cake and your icing That tough talk? Don't mean nuttin when you're up North So keep them hands where I can see em like you want freedom You know that saying - if you can't join 'em, beat 'em and push your way in We ain't acrobats but we flip on occasion Pick the pace up, pants saggin pull your waist up Niggaz rentin slums usually Jacob, FOOL! You're like, "Dude! I don't like your fuckin attitude Frontin on my Clan from the Stat' when we ain't mad at you" [Ghostface] Yo, yo Starks flippin cheesyface measly paced ofays Ghostface, jump out the window for a little taste The joopy look, my main bitches call me lazy Educated birds say, "Ghost you so crazy!" .. "There's no love to be found" [Cappadonna] Cappa' slide through with the Ghost Post up like paint on walls Drip jewels, big heat ruffle inside the bubblegoose It's the Odd Couple Hollow points follow you home, Staten Island playin with the big toys that make noise Echo in the hall, a scared voice Niggaz start to act choice, but Duncan Hines didn't know Betty Crocker had them two nines Made the club moist, shattered the windows Dustheads runnin (yo) The rap kingpin bust the Black Jesus is comin [Redman] Yo The words you talk, that'll be the words you walk Body you in the bed where the nurses are Put your vein out, watch me insert the dart til it plagues from Bricks to the Persian Gulf Light circuits off, thirty-third of my brain is off That explains why my language off My gun aim and cough, y'all ain't trained to brawl Y'all more like in trainin bras Wet behind the ear, you're not prepared for the project flow, with extra stairs I pass out a vest to wear (bullets, FLYIN) Yo, the hard wire, startin barn fires Pullin mad, so you know it's me and your weed got more seeds than ODB Can't smoke witcha, watch Ghost tie rope to ya Def and Wu will open ya [Method] .. eat a dick like (HUH) Baby shake your shit, girl you're thick like (HUH) Gettin rich like .. .. "There's no love to be found" [Ghostface] Word.. it's me y'all.. We in two-six's flirtin with bitches Dime plus takin pictures, how you doin baby? My name Ghost Don't get caught up in my chains, or the way that I speak Seek intelligence, slickest nigga goin since "Grease" Check out the grays on the side of my waves I grew those on Riker's Island Stretched out, balled up in the caves Pull a boot out on Jimmy Jam, text takes jam Silky texture, Jordan jumped up like Clyde Drexler All up in the parrot, nose numb, real as they come Biggie's Versace's, snow white rabbit Hands is like photographic magic, funeral love Movin when we hug, don't make it a habit Hit the gym for two weeks, come back all chiseled Elbows unique now, meet the new me Ghettofabulous, Ton' Atlas Zulu Nation in the 80's in front of Macy's I start my own chapters Tyco nightglow velvet pose, special effects High-tech armors merc you at the shows Supercalifragalisticexpialidocious Dociousaliexpifragalisticcalisuper Cancun, catch me in the room, eatin grouper.. [Method] Shoe fly shoo, Wally Don Clark crew Fuck y'all wanna do? Crack a brew, smoke an L or two And flip like (HUH) Killin for the whole click is sick like (HUH) You and your stank bitch eat a dick like (HUH) Baby shake your shit, girl you're thick like (HUH) Gettin rich like (HUH) Yeah.. .. "There's no love to be found" |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Enter The Wu-Tang 36 Chambers (1993)
Intro: Raekwon the Chef, Method Man
What that nigga want God? Word up, look out for the cops [Wu-Tang five finger shit] (Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives over here baby Word up, two for fives them niggaz got garbage down the way, word up KnowhatI'msayin? (Cash Rules Everything Around Me C.R.E.A.M. get...) Yeah, check this ol fly shit out Word up (Cash Rules Everything Around Me) Take you on a natural joint (C.R.E.A.M. get the money) Here we here we go (dolla dolla bill y'all) Check this shit, yo! Verse One: Raekwon the Chef I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side Staying alive was no jive At second hands, moms bounced on old men So then we moved to Shaolin land A young youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo goose Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot And let's start it like this son, rollin with this one And that one, pullin out gats for fun But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend Started smokin woolies at sixteen And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes Making my way on fire escapes No question I would speed, for cracks and weed The combination made my eyes bleed No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all Sticking up white boys in ball courts My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater Times is ruff and tuff like leather Figured out I went the wrong route So I got with a sick ass click and went all out Catchin keys from across seas Rollin in MPV's, every week we made forty G's Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine Ch-chick-POW! Move from the gate now Chorus: Method Man Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me C.R.E.A.M. Get the money Dollar, dollar bill y'all Verse Two: Inspector Deck It's been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival I peep at the shape of the streets And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M. Which failed; I went to jail at the age of 15 A young buck sellin drugs and such who never had much Trying to get a clutch at what I could not... could not... The court played me short, now I face incarceration Pacin -- going up state's my destination Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff But as the world turns I learned life is hell Living in the world no different from a cell Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase, sellin base Smokin bones in the staircase Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth? Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth Who explained working hard may help you maintain to learn to overcome the heartaches and pain We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks and stray shots, all on the block that stays hot Leave it up to me while I be living proof To kick the truth to the young black youth But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin beer And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted That what? That life is hectic Outro: Chorus -- 4X Niggas gots to do what they gotta do, to get a bill YaknowhatI'msayin? Cuz we can't just get by no more Word up, we gotta get over, straight up and down Chorus -- 3X Cash Rules Everything Around Me C.R.E.A.M. get the money Dolla dolla bill y'aauhhhaaaauhhhhahhhauhhhhll, YEAH |
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from More Music From 8 Mile (8마일) [ost] (2003)
I grew up on the crime side
the New York Times side Staying alive was no jive At second hands moms bounced on old men So then we moved to Shaolin land A young youth yo rockin the gold tooth 'Lo goose Only way I begin to gee off was drug loot And let's start it like this son rollin with this one And that one pullin out gats for fun But it was just a dream for the teen who was a fiend Started smokin woolies at sixteen And running up in gates and doing hits for high stakes Making my way on fire escapes No question I would speed for cracks and weed The combination made my eyes bleed No question I would flow off and try to get the dough all Sticking up white boys in ball courts My life got no better same damn 'Lo sweater Times is ruff and tuff like leather Figured out I went the wrong route So I got with a sick ass click and went all out Catchin keys from across seas Rollin in MPV's every week we made forty G's Yo nigga respect mine or anger the tech nine Ch chick POW Move from the gate now Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all It's been twenty two long hard years of still strugglin Survival got me buggin but I'm alive on arrival l peep at the shape of the streets And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep A man with a dream with plans to make CREAM Which failed I went to jail at the age of 15 A young buck sellin drugs and such who never had much Trying to get a clutch at what I could not The court played me short now I face incarceration Pacin going up state's my destination Handcuffed in back of a bus forty of us Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff But as the world turns I learned life is hell Living in the world no different from a cell Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase sellin base Smokin bones in the staircase Though I don't know why chose to smoke sess I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed But I'm still depressed and I ask what's it worth Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth Who explained working hard may help you maintain to learn to overcome the heartaches and pain We got stick up kids corrupt cops and crack rock sand stray shots all on the block that stays hot Leave it up to me while I be living proof To kick the truth to the young black youth But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin beer And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear Neglected but now but yo it gots to be accepted That what That life is hectic Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Diciples Of The 36 Chambers Chapter 1 (2006)
I grew up on the crime side
the New York Times side Staying alive was no jive At second hands moms bounced on old men So then we moved to Shaolin land A young youth yo rockin the gold tooth 'Lo goose Only way I begin to gee off was drug loot And let's start it like this son rollin with this one And that one pullin out gats for fun But it was just a dream for the teen who was a fiend Started smokin woolies at sixteen And running up in gates and doing hits for high stakes Making my way on fire escapes No question I would speed for cracks and weed The combination made my eyes bleed No question I would flow off and try to get the dough all Sticking up white boys in ball courts My life got no better same damn 'Lo sweater Times is ruff and tuff like leather Figured out I went the wrong route So I got with a sick ass click and went all out Catchin keys from across seas Rollin in MPV's every week we made forty G's Yo nigga respect mine or anger the tech nine Ch chick POW Move from the gate now Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all It's been twenty two long hard years of still strugglin Survival got me buggin but I'm alive on arrival l peep at the shape of the streets And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep A man with a dream with plans to make CREAM Which failed I went to jail at the age of 15 A young buck sellin drugs and such who never had much Trying to get a clutch at what I could not The court played me short now I face incarceration Pacin going up state's my destination Handcuffed in back of a bus forty of us Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff But as the world turns I learned life is hell Living in the world no different from a cell Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase sellin base Smokin bones in the staircase Though I don't know why chose to smoke sess I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed But I'm still depressed and I ask what's it worth Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth Who explained working hard may help you maintain to learn to overcome the heartaches and pain We got stick up kids corrupt cops and crack rock sand stray shots all on the block that stays hot Leave it up to me while I be living proof To kick the truth to the young black youth But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin beer And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear Neglected but now but yo it gots to be accepted That what That life is hectic Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan (2008)
I grew up on the crime side
the New York Times side Staying alive was no jive At second hands moms bounced on old men So then we moved to Shaolin land A young youth yo rockin the gold tooth 'Lo goose Only way I begin to gee off was drug loot And let's start it like this son rollin with this one And that one pullin out gats for fun But it was just a dream for the teen who was a fiend Started smokin woolies at sixteen And running up in gates and doing hits for high stakes Making my way on fire escapes No question I would speed for cracks and weed The combination made my eyes bleed No question I would flow off and try to get the dough all Sticking up white boys in ball courts My life got no better same damn 'Lo sweater Times is ruff and tuff like leather Figured out I went the wrong route So I got with a sick ass click and went all out Catchin keys from across seas Rollin in MPV's every week we made forty G's Yo nigga respect mine or anger the tech nine Ch chick POW Move from the gate now Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all It's been twenty two long hard years of still strugglin Survival got me buggin but I'm alive on arrival l peep at the shape of the streets And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep A man with a dream with plans to make CREAM Which failed I went to jail at the age of 15 A young buck sellin drugs and such who never had much Trying to get a clutch at what I could not The court played me short now I face incarceration Pacin going up state's my destination Handcuffed in back of a bus forty of us Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff But as the world turns I learned life is hell Living in the world no different from a cell Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase sellin base Smokin bones in the staircase Though I don't know why chose to smoke sess I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed But I'm still depressed and I ask what's it worth Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth Who explained working hard may help you maintain to learn to overcome the heartaches and pain We got stick up kids corrupt cops and crack rock sand stray shots all on the block that stays hot Leave it up to me while I be living proof To kick the truth to the young black youth But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin beer And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear Neglected but now but yo it gots to be accepted That what That life is hectic Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all |
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from Ghostface Killah - Ironman (1996)
featuring Raekwon the Chef, Cappadonna
Intro: Ghostface (sample is Teddy Pendergrass) What's happening [love was never born to say, goodbye] what's happenin [love was never born to say, goodbye] Yo, yeah! (Smoking?) Yeah. [just another helpless] We gotta come smoking [fool in love is what I am] This is it (We smoke baby) [just another helpless] another chamber baby [fool in love is what I am] slide y'all in *Cappadon* You know how we do! Verse One: Raekwon the Chef Yo, what's the deal Goldielochs? Ain't butting I'm just hibernating love that watch Pour me some Scotch and cold Courvesoir out No doubt, have a chair Boo lets get to prolly in Who you wit? Me and Molly and some trick from Yugoslavia What fabric is that? It's only woolen Rayon Lipstick crayon fly, Vere on ice spray on I'm getting tipsy, I hope she read cocks like a gypsy and transport bricks steal in many fifties Fuck negotiating is you wit me is you waiting Sweet as carrot cake, faking plus you don't eat turkey bacon I don't get down like that, I don't get down neither Cuban Linx skeezer, why you acting like a rap teaser I'm like the jury exchanged plus arranged Nigga you small change I only fuck with Figaro chains Analysing Miss Clairol, Fendi down mascara on Assistant manager in Paragon Chorus: Teddy Pendergrass Say goodbye... Love was never born to say, goodbye Love was never born... Verse Two: Cappadonna Socializing, vibing with my eyes on dot She this book cover lady that be blowing up the spot While my heart was racing, like the hands on the clock I step live I think she see me putting out the pot Peace Dot, I'm so happy to see you at the rendezvous How's life today your hands are softer than Camay too your hairdo way more class than Halle Berry Caught visions of me and you riding on the ferry Plus your daughter Kiki talk to my man Merry I order me a Sex on the Beach with the cherry I order her a Vermidi on ice, sounds nice She elegant, pretty eyes, glasses, intelligent Whispered in my ear that she's celibate Whispered back to her ear we don't have to go there As I grab the hand set her politely in the chair As we stopped to stare at one another Black sister, the brother I'm thinking all the time how she could be my lover Chorus: Teddy Pendergrass Just another helpless Fool in love is what I am Love was never born to say, goodbye Love was never born to say, goodbye Just another helpless Fool in love is what I... Verse Three: Ghostface Killah What's happening brown sugar? Say you look so good today Ankle bracelet rapt around your leg Here have a seat, complementary drinks is on me Bartender Chevalier chateaux at table three Luxurious rings, eyes sparkling What's your name sugar? Juanita Cash Hawkins Your complexion gives a reflection of sometime a black woman just need to be loved Quiet and shy, baby girl my gift got you high Made you wanna hit me with the keys to that file Just joking baby, I have a sharp sense of humour Wish I would of bumped into your frame a lot sooner What's your physical degree, thirty one, thirty three Half Hawaiian with a slight touch of Chinese Seen you working at a law firm, on Fifth Avenue Three blocks from the Gucci spot is where I trapped you Yo, I'm all into older woman, who's happy living Love kids and, keep all up and this in the crib and not afraid to doubt need a God on your side We holding hands til death do us apart and then we slide Earring in the left side of your nose love my combo Should have left wiz a thousand times maybe tonight though But you sexy motherfucker damn what's the recipe? You make a nigga wanna GOD DAMN Can you cook darling, at the stove you're revolving Bake macaroni, turkey wings, a nigga starving Here take my number let me pull the chair from under I had fun plus your backyard speak with thunder Chorus: Teddy Pendergrass Love was never born to say, goodbye (5x) Just another helpless fool in love is what I am (repeat to fade) |
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from Ghostface Killah - Ghostface Killah...Shaolin's Finest (2002)
featuring Raekwon the Chef, Cappadonna
Intro: Ghostface (sample is Teddy Pendergrass) What's happening [love was never born to say, goodbye] what's happenin [love was never born to say, goodbye] Yo, yeah! (Smoking?) Yeah. [just another helpless] We gotta come smoking [fool in love is what I am] This is it (We smoke baby) [just another helpless] another chamber baby [fool in love is what I am] slide y'all in *Cappadon* You know how we do! Verse One: Raekwon the Chef Yo, what's the deal Goldielochs? Ain't butting I'm just hibernating love that watch Pour me some Scotch and cold Courvesoir out No doubt, have a chair Boo lets get to prolly in Who you wit? Me and Molly and some trick from Yugoslavia What fabric is that? It's only woolen Rayon Lipstick crayon fly, Vere on ice spray on I'm getting tipsy, I hope she read cocks like a gypsy and transport bricks steal in many fifties Fuck negotiating is you wit me is you waiting Sweet as carrot cake, faking plus you don't eat turkey bacon I don't get down like that, I don't get down neither Cuban Linx skeezer, why you acting like a rap teaser I'm like the jury exchanged plus arranged Nigga you small change I only fuck with Figaro chains Analysing Miss Clairol, Fendi down mascara on Assistant manager in Paragon Chorus: Teddy Pendergrass Say goodbye... Love was never born to say, goodbye Love was never born... Verse Two: Cappadonna Socializing, vibing with my eyes on dot She this book cover lady that be blowing up the spot While my heart was racing, like the hands on the clock I step live I think she see me putting out the pot Peace Dot, I'm so happy to see you at the rendezvous How's life today your hands are softer than Camay too your hairdo way more class than Halle Berry Caught visions of me and you riding on the ferry Plus your daughter Kiki talk to my man Merry I order me a Sex on the Beach with the cherry I order her a Vermidi on ice, sounds nice She elegant, pretty eyes, glasses, intelligent Whispered in my ear that she's celibate Whispered back to her ear we don't have to go there As I grab the hand set her politely in the chair As we stopped to stare at one another Black sister, the brother I'm thinking all the time how she could be my lover Chorus: Teddy Pendergrass Just another helpless Fool in love is what I am Love was never born to say, goodbye Love was never born to say, goodbye Just another helpless Fool in love is what I... Verse Three: Ghostface Killah What's happening brown sugar? Say you look so good today Ankle bracelet rapt around your leg Here have a seat, complementary drinks is on me Bartender Chevalier chateaux at table three Luxurious rings, eyes sparkling What's your name sugar? Juanita Cash Hawkins Your complexion gives a reflection of sometime a black woman just need to be loved Quiet and shy, baby girl my gift got you high Made you wanna hit me with the keys to that file Just joking baby, I have a sharp sense of humour Wish I would of bumped into your frame a lot sooner What's your physical degree, thirty one, thirty three Half Hawaiian with a slight touch of Chinese Seen you working at a law firm, on Fifth Avenue Three blocks from the Gucci spot is where I trapped you Yo, I'm all into older woman, who's happy living Love kids and, keep all up and this in the crib and not afraid to doubt need a God on your side We holding hands til death do us apart and then we slide Earring in the left side of your nose love my combo Should have left wiz a thousand times maybe tonight though But you sexy motherfucker damn what's the recipe? You make a nigga wanna GOD DAMN Can you cook darling, at the stove you're revolving Bake macaroni, turkey wings, a nigga starving Here take my number let me pull the chair from under I had fun plus your backyard speak with thunder Chorus: Teddy Pendergrass Love was never born to say, goodbye (5x) Just another helpless fool in love is what I am (repeat to fade) |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - 8 Diagrams (2007)
[Intro: kung fu sample from
"8 Diagram Pole Fighter"] Today I'll talk about kindness Justice, faith and kindness I want you to listen carefully Kindness and faith, are the foundation Without them, we can't become good people And with justice, we know we can lead a good life And how can I be a good man then, eh? Well, first of all, you have to practice honesty Uhmm... Keep your temper, never lose control of yourself Keep control... Be patient, if you learn to do these things, you can master anything [Chorus: The Persuasions "Gypsy Woman" sample] Out of nowhere, there came a caravan This was around a campfire light A lovely woman in motion Her hair was as dark as the night [Method Man] Cruising on the interstate, just follow while I innovate Too many try and imitate, medallion like a dinner plate Front and get ya dinner ate, chinchilla for the winter, wait I'm trying to bring the "Sexy Back" like Timbaland and Timberlake Spitting like a calico, kush from a Cali hoe Tell that joker "tally ho", put shots in that Denali, yo RZA you know how we go, on them 20's, that's how we roll And I don't eat berries but eat a Berry like Halle though The game criminal, my, my chain figaro My, my dames pigeon-toed, I'm still the same nigga though Uh, kid rock a fitted low, still got a wicked flow And I'm like Barry Bonds on anything that RZA throw [Ghostface Killah] On anything that RZA throw, Ironman's invisible I left my chick for cheating on me, now that bitch is miserable Popping bottles, painting hella Wallo's on my physical We gon' have a ball, might as well pick a testicle Purple haze festivals, smoke a nigga like a bowl F**k a coma, now the state you laying is a vegetable You wanna see me? Like you ain't checkable You like a CD, I burn you and I wrecked a few... [Chorus] [Interlude: kung fu sample (RZA)] Only God, has lept into avenged mind And can, distinguish good, from evil Hahaha (Aiyo Cappa) [Cappadonna] We gotta get more cake together, so we could branch out Preserve land, get a boat and a ranch house Call me a dreamer, but I hustle for real You thought that I fell off but now I'm attacking the field All in Chicago, grinding, putting it down Crush blocks of MC's, I ain't playing around Yo, you heard me on The Bassment, giving it to 'em Fake dudes hiding theyself, but I could see through 'em Diggler, what? I'm trying to live and raise kids While you throwing up ya sign, I'm laying 'em down, kid Plus, I'm back home now, doing my thing Thirty dollars to Medina just to cop me a ring [Chorus 2X] [Outro: kung fu sample] A good friend, holds his drink Bad company makes bad wine! Drinking among friends Red wine means a good life A few drinks bring comfort Two drinks are enough Money can't buy courage Riches mean nothing to us Brilliant, a display of genius |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Enter The Wu-Tang 36 Chambers (1993)
Intro: Raekwon the Chef
[Can it be that it was all so simple then] KnowhatI'msayin, take you on this lyrical high real quick Nineteen ninety three exoticness KnowhatI'msayin, let's get technical Where's your bone at, get up on that shit aight Yo!! Verse One: Started off on the island, AK Shaolin Niggaz whylin, gun shots thrown the phone dialin Back in the days of eight now, makin a tape now Rae gotta get a plate now Ignorant and mad young, wanted to be the one Till I got (BAM! BAM!) thrown one Yeah, my pops was a fiend since sixteen Shootin' that (that's that shit!) in his blood stream That's the life of a crimey, real live crimey If niggas know the half is behind me Day one, yo, growin all up in the ghetto Now I'm a weed fiend, jettin the Palmetto In Medina, yo no doubt the God got crazy clout Pushin the big joint from down South So if you're filthy stacked up Betta watch ya back and duck Cause these fiends they got it cracked up Now my man from up north, now he got the law It's solid as a rock and crazy salt No jokes, I'm not playin, get his folks Desert Eagle his dick and put 'em in a yolk (AAH!) And to know for sure, I got reck and rip shop I pointed a gat at his mother's knot (Yo, Rae, don't do that shit, man! Don't do that shit! <gun shots>) Fuck that <Chorus> <Raekwon> Dedicated to the winners and the losers (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) <Ghost Face Killer> Dedicated to all jeeps and land cruisers (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) <Raekwon> Dedicated to the Y's, 850-I's (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) <Ghost Face Killer> Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) <Raekwon> Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ax (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) <Ghost Face Killer> Dedicated to MPV's phat! (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) <Raekwon> Nigguh, yeah, yeah! Verse Two: Ghostface Killer Yo! Kickin the fly cliches Doin duets with Rae and A, happens to make my day Though I'm tired of bustin off shots havin to rock knots Runnin up in spots and makin shit hot I'd rather flip shows instead of those Hangin on my living room wall My first joint, and it went gold I want to lamp, I want to be in the shade Plus the spot light Gettin my dick rubbed all night I wanna have me a phat yacht And enough land to go and plant my own sess crops But for now, it just a big dream Cause I find myself in the place where I'm last seen My thoughts must be relaxed Be able to maintain Cause times is changed and life is strange The glorious days is gone, and everybody's doin' bad Yo, mad lives is up for grabs Brothers, passin away, I gotta make wakes Receivin all types of calls from upstate Yo, I can't cope with the pressure Settlin for lesser The god left lessons on my dresser So I can bloom and blossom, find a new way Continue to make hits with Rae and A Sunshine plays a major part in the daytime [Peace to mankind Ghostface carry a black nine, nigga Word up It's on like that] [Can it be that it was all so simple then] |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - The W (2000)
Wait, hold up, chill, what's that son?
Damn.. nigga got fucked, shit, huh?! By his back, watch nigga run Seven the center of your eight point sun Hold tight grip on the +God-U..Now+ you best be careful! Can't dodge two (??) aimed at your domepiece +Father-U-C-King+ police!! Somethin in the slum went rum-pum-pum-pum Somethin in the slum went rum-pum-pum-pum Yo Rae it's been a long time son since we bust Gunclap +Glaciers+, ran the world and snatched paper Return to the 36th Chamber Proceed with caution as you enter We have an A.P.B., on an MC Killer Looks like the work of a Masta!! Yo somethin in the street went, BANG BANG Makin it hard for you to do your THANG THANG Somethin in the street went, BANG BANG.. Up in the boss game wildin, money for grabs I ain't fuckin with crabs, out of state copped two labs Hopped two cabs, back on the Ave. Stab you with the vocab, catch me at the big dough rehab Tryin to re-up, keep my feet up Snake niggaz in the cut, hold the product Time is up, no luck, heat start to bust Niggaz you can't trust, dealin with lust Seen him at the ballgames with James Somethin in the street went, BANG BANG Makin it hard for you to do your THANG THANG Somethin in the street went, BANG BANG Makin it hard for you to do your THANG THANG Somethin in the hole went {Click Click} The boxcutter went {Click Click} Somethin in the hole went {Click Click} The boxcutter went {Click Click} These are the bones, bones from the grave of Houdini G-Deini, razoni noodles sprinkled on your embry' Climb like the deficit, profits, death threats to Israel slid through Bethlehem bong on one wheel Syringes, rubber bands, needles, the 60's Granddaddy Caddy was coppin 6 G's Begosh all that Oshkosh jumpers Pink Champelle, brown paper bags, wall to wall bumpers These (??) camera guys, cause, turn your eyes Sweat on the hammer fly, ways, of the Samurai Newsflash bulletin, Gods on the prowl We full again, ruff men scuff Timbs Sonic bionic lens, RZA console Is it Bush or the Dole, front row of the superbowl Black gold in my soul, on a hoe stroll Don't go boy you on parole you don't know? Someone in the back went, CLACK CLACK Money is stacked, now bust your gun, CLACK CLACK Someone in the back went, CLACK CLACK Money is stacked, now bust your gun, CLACK CLACK Made 'em throw they hands up, but then lay flat Rat pack eat up, the average alley cat Prepare for the impact when we contact Known to drop backs that crack your hard hat Must I show and prove, trust I, bust I Make your head spin like chrome 20's on the buggy-I Benz Who contends, Wu like the Superfriends Who's your rhymin hero? Wu-Tang rules again Someone in the back went, CLACK CLACK Money is stacked, now bust your gun, CLACK CLACK Someone in the back went, CLACK CLACK Money is stacked, now bust your gun, CLACK CLACK Yo somethin in the street went, BANG BANG Makin it hard for you to do your THANG THANG Somethin in the street went, BANG BANG.. Somethin in the hole went {Click Click} The boxcutter went {Click Click} Somethin in the hole went {Click Click} The boxcutter went {Click Click} Somethin in the slum went rum-pum-pum-pum Somethin in the slum went rum-pum-pum-pum |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
(Raekwon)
Shake them niggaz Scary hours no money out, smash the Guinness Stout Play the outfield, Lucille, switched cracks on shields She's a rich fiend, sacrifice her fam, shift them niggaz To Queens, Guess jeans she charged thirty-five beans Hit the cell phone, regulate with well known tone A Wally kingpin, who also slam and strike edition Whattup, Corleone smoke the bone Tone phone me Whattup he tried to slang there, address him with chrome only Grady with the gray beard, transport for him Rockin Nike at? Rastafarianburg, pipin that Switchin Benzes, ten carat nigga with gold lenses Frontin like he's sittin on a lump he's sittin on junk You wanna pull a heist, draw guns and robberies You wanna rock rep, step in yellow Wallabies Names arraigned, the century fox, little glocks Them niggaz with stocks, wail on your blocks Rich lifestyle, small like an ordinary white child But right now, Son is still shine, shed light now Breakdown, liquidate God, fuck it grab the nickel plate Spencer for Hire, tension when we mention Dryer He's a slave cop, behave pop Blue suits who bay stop us blow that cat At the Purple Haze spot (Method Man) I remember stickin fiends at the one-six-ooh When we was starvin, duckin five-oh, payin em dues Times is hard in the slums I'm from, they got us barred in We warrin and cage dodgin, rippin and robbin Got the NARC sabotagin, slippin cracks in Your camoflougin, now you snitchin on the squadron That's somethin niggaz can't pardon City overrun by young gun with bad intention, and Wu-Wear garment So I see no need to mention, the potency Of a sting from a killa bee, kickin the battery Out the back of them wisecracks Distorted for your get high you hijack These friendly skies ain't for you, they for me and mine This the year of the grimy nigga, ragtime Keep these niggaz on the run, peep my Clan emblem Iron Lung ain't got to tell you where it's comin from Catch us swimmin with these sharks now, you rap villains (I feel the same way you niggaz feelin) We feel the same way you feelin, let it be known (let it be known) (*Together*) What the blood clot you niggaz dealin, you crash dummies Cash rules, still don't nuttin move but the money (Ghostface) Aiyyo strongarm that kid right there with wavy hair Billy Johnson, snatched him out his whip in Times Square Took his Pumas, nameplate, dude lost weight Summer eighty-eight, started a fight, that can't wait Ask Dorothy, same kid pussy up in Marsey Blazin that Tad Rossi, up in the Marquis He lost like a hundred ounces, Jake rushed his houses Had him on the porch, ass no trousers This souped up, individual stuck, the new stuff Same kid cryin on the stand with Judge Cuffner Kissed him with art num it's three to nine style Before he left he flashin his face like Denzel Richard Dale took his Beaver, off the wall pullin his whip Mussy dropped and split his wig with the heater His safe butt was all fucked up, as he had me laughin God you see how he was laid out, in the grass With dirt in his mouth, Slim woke him up told him he wild out Blood leakin from his teeth he smiled like he gunned out Big bolo, stackin his shit financed a Volvo He copped his shit from a small, coffeeshop in SoHo He still pussy, he sell his dust up on the Lower East Posin like he rappin out... |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever [Explicit Version] (2001)
(Raekwon)
Shake them niggaz Scary hours no money out, smash the Guinness Stout Play the outfield, Lucille, switched cracks on shields She's a rich fiend, sacrifice her fam, shift them niggaz To Queens, Guess jeans she charged thirty-five beans Hit the cell phone, regulate with well known tone A Wally kingpin, who also slam and strike edition Whattup, Corleone smoke the bone Tone phone me Whattup he tried to slang there, address him with chrome only Grady with the gray beard, transport for him Rockin Nike at? Rastafarianburg, pipin that Switchin Benzes, ten carat nigga with gold lenses Frontin like he's sittin on a lump he's sittin on junk You wanna pull a heist, draw guns and robberies You wanna rock rep, step in yellow Wallabies Names arraigned, the century fox, little glocks Them niggaz with stocks, wail on your blocks Rich lifestyle, small like an ordinary white child But right now, Son is still shine, shed light now Breakdown, liquidate God, fuck it grab the nickel plate Spencer for Hire, tension when we mention Dryer He's a slave cop, behave pop Blue suits who bay stop us blow that cat At the Purple Haze spot (Method Man) I remember stickin fiends at the one-six-ooh When we was starvin, duckin five-oh, payin em dues Times is hard in the slums I'm from, they got us barred in We warrin and cage dodgin, rippin and robbin Got the NARC sabotagin, slippin cracks in Your camoflougin, now you snitchin on the squadron That's somethin niggaz can't pardon City overrun by young gun with bad intention, and Wu-Wear garment So I see no need to mention, the potency Of a sting from a killa bee, kickin the battery Out the back of them wisecracks Distorted for your get high you hijack These friendly skies ain't for you, they for me and mine This the year of the grimy nigga, ragtime Keep these niggaz on the run, peep my Clan emblem Iron Lung ain't got to tell you where it's comin from Catch us swimmin with these sharks now, you rap villains (I feel the same way you niggaz feelin) We feel the same way you feelin, let it be known (let it be known) (*Together*) What the blood clot you niggaz dealin, you crash dummies Cash rules, still don't nuttin move but the money (Ghostface) Aiyyo strongarm that kid right there with wavy hair Billy Johnson, snatched him out his whip in Times Square Took his Pumas, nameplate, dude lost weight Summer eighty-eight, started a fight, that can't wait Ask Dorothy, same kid pussy up in Marsey Blazin that Tad Rossi, up in the Marquis He lost like a hundred ounces, Jake rushed his houses Had him on the porch, ass no trousers This souped up, individual stuck, the new stuff Same kid cryin on the stand with Judge Cuffner Kissed him with art num it's three to nine style Before he left he flashin his face like Denzel Richard Dale took his Beaver, off the wall pullin his whip Mussy dropped and split his wig with the heater His safe butt was all fucked up, as he had me laughin God you see how he was laid out, in the grass With dirt in his mouth, Slim woke him up told him he wild out Blood leakin from his teeth he smiled like he gunned out Big bolo, stackin his shit financed a Volvo He copped his shit from a small, coffeeshop in SoHo He still pussy, he sell his dust up on the Lower East Posin like he rappin out... |
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from Ghostface Killah - Supreme Clientele (2000)
[Madam Majestic] Tommy Mattola, lives on the road He lost his lady, two months ago Maybe he'll find her, maybe he won't Oh wonder that love [Ghostface Killah, (U-God)] Brothers try to pass me, but none could match me No girl can freak me, I'm just too nasty Lost on the dance floors, I attack y'all Snuck through the back door, guess who they saw? Goldie and Ghost, black African Rose Star-studded low lenses, plus the mural was dope Airbrush W-B's, STOP! (Shake your body, body) And cop a couple of these (She's a hottie, hottie) [Madam Majestic] Scottfree and Chauncey, very upset They're sick and tired of living in debt Tired of roaches and tired of rats I know they are over [U-God] One in the head, I'm fed, this is how we doin, Put a Ruff Ryder on my dick, bust right through 'em Come out your shirt, insert the party rhyme Fine Dr. Buzzard, Bicardi Lime We passin it, takes the shake your Calvin Klein Before the floor gets moist, taste and follow mine Swallow nine, model dimes from Bahamas Slim doo-doo makers stuffed inside pajamas [Madam Majestic, (U-God), {Ghost}] They'll take all your rhymes with a Colgate smile, hey baby They'll love you one second, then hate you the next Oh ain't it crazy baby, yeah Tony's his name, the undefeated champion, whoa, yeah (Blow 'em down God) Now he's alone, he's just the king of his throne (Yeah, aha) Always will be my friend, Ghostface Killah (Truly yours, peace boo) |
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from Ghostface Killah - Cherchez LaGhost (2000)
[goldie]
Tommy mattola, lives on the road He lost his lady, two months ago Maybe he'll find her, maybe he won't Oh wonder that love [ghostface killah, (u-god)] Brothers try to pass me, but none could match me No girl can freak me, I'm just too nasty Lost on the dance floors, I attack y'all Snuck through the back door, guess who they saw? Goldie and ghost, black african rose Star-studded low lenses, plus the mural was dope Airbrush w-b's, stop! (shake your body, body) And cop a couple of these (she's a hottie, hottie) [goldie] Scottfree and chauncey, very upset They're sick and tired of living in debt Tired of roaches and tired of rats I know they are over [u-god] One in the head, I'm fed, this is how we doin, Put a ruff ryder on my dick, bust right through 'em Come out your shirt, insert the party rhyme Fine dr. bizerk, bicardi lime We passin it, takes the shake your calvin klein Before the floor gets moist, taste and follow mine Swallow nine, model dimes from bahamas Slim doo-doo makers stuffed inside pajamas [goldie, (u-god), {ghost}] They'll take all your rhymes with a colgate smile, hey baby They'll love you one second, then hate you the next Oh ain't it crazy baby, yeah Tony's his name, the undefeated champion, whoa, yeah (blow 'em down God) Now he's alone, he's just the king of his throne (yeah, aha) Always will be my friend, ghostface killah (truly yours, peace boo) |
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from Ghostface Killah - Cherchez LaGhost (2000)
[goldie]
Tommy mattola, lives on the road He lost his lady, two months ago Maybe he'll find her, maybe he won't Oh wonder that love [ghostface killah, (u-god)] Brothers try to pass me, but none could match me No girl can freak me, I'm just too nasty Lost on the dance floors, I attack y'all Snuck through the back door, guess who they saw? Goldie and ghost, black african rose Star-studded low lenses, plus the mural was dope Airbrush w-b's, stop! (shake your body, body) And cop a couple of these (she's a hottie, hottie) [goldie] Scottfree and chauncey, very upset They're sick and tired of living in debt Tired of roaches and tired of rats I know they are over [u-god] One in the head, I'm fed, this is how we doin, Put a ruff ryder on my dick, bust right through 'em Come out your shirt, insert the party rhyme Fine dr. bizerk, bicardi lime We passin it, takes the shake your calvin klein Before the floor gets moist, taste and follow mine Swallow nine, model dimes from bahamas Slim doo-doo makers stuffed inside pajamas [goldie, (u-god), {ghost}] They'll take all your rhymes with a colgate smile, hey baby They'll love you one second, then hate you the next Oh ain't it crazy baby, yeah Tony's his name, the undefeated champion, whoa, yeah (blow 'em down God) Now he's alone, he's just the king of his throne (yeah, aha) Always will be my friend, ghostface killah (truly yours, peace boo) |
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from Ghostface Killah - Cherchez LaGhost (2000)
[goldie]
Tommy mattola, lives on the road He lost his lady, two months ago Maybe he'll find her, maybe he won't Oh wonder that love [ghostface killah, (u-god)] Brothers try to pass me, but none could match me No girl can freak me, I'm just too nasty Lost on the dance floors, I attack y'all Snuck through the back door, guess who they saw? Goldie and ghost, black african rose Star-studded low lenses, plus the mural was dope Airbrush w-b's, stop! (shake your body, body) And cop a couple of these (she's a hottie, hottie) [goldie] Scottfree and chauncey, very upset They're sick and tired of living in debt Tired of roaches and tired of rats I know they are over [u-god] One in the head, I'm fed, this is how we doin, Put a ruff ryder on my dick, bust right through 'em Come out your shirt, insert the party rhyme Fine dr. bizerk, bicardi lime We passin it, takes the shake your calvin klein Before the floor gets moist, taste and follow mine Swallow nine, model dimes from bahamas Slim doo-doo makers stuffed inside pajamas [goldie, (u-god), {ghost}] They'll take all your rhymes with a colgate smile, hey baby They'll love you one second, then hate you the next Oh ain't it crazy baby, yeah Tony's his name, the undefeated champion, whoa, yeah (blow 'em down God) Now he's alone, he's just the king of his throne (yeah, aha) Always will be my friend, ghostface killah (truly yours, peace boo) |
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from Ghostface Killah - Ghostface Killah...Shaolin's Finest (2002)
[goldie]
Tommy mattola, lives on the road He lost his lady, two months ago Maybe he'll find her, maybe he won't Oh wonder that love [ghostface killah, (u-god)] Brothers try to pass me, but none could match me No girl can freak me, I'm just too nasty Lost on the dance floors, I attack y'all Snuck through the back door, guess who they saw? Goldie and ghost, black african rose Star-studded low lenses, plus the mural was dope Airbrush w-b's, stop! (shake your body, body) And cop a couple of these (she's a hottie, hottie) [goldie] Scottfree and chauncey, very upset They're sick and tired of living in debt Tired of roaches and tired of rats I know they are over [u-god] One in the head, I'm fed, this is how we doin, Put a ruff ryder on my dick, bust right through 'em Come out your shirt, insert the party rhyme Fine dr. bizerk, bicardi lime We passin it, takes the shake your calvin klein Before the floor gets moist, taste and follow mine Swallow nine, model dimes from bahamas Slim doo-doo makers stuffed inside pajamas [goldie, (u-god), {ghost}] They'll take all your rhymes with a colgate smile, hey baby They'll love you one second, then hate you the next Oh ain't it crazy baby, yeah Tony's his name, the undefeated champion, whoa, yeah (blow 'em down God) Now he's alone, he's just the king of his throne (yeah, aha) Always will be my friend, ghostface killah (truly yours, peace boo) |
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from Ghostface Killah - Supreme Clientele (2000)
[Ghostface Killah] Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum She had a ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn Waist like a Coke bottles scoring Pretty young thing loved the swings And times she got my ding-a-ling hard When she said push hard, she kept vaseline Open as she swung back, couldn't help her dress blue back Now held accountable right for my actions Right before the Wallabee Champ was rockin wallows Drawin crads, sent her rap message through a bottle Lines from Dolomite, few tips from Goines Birthday, gave her two 50 cent coins Puppy love, gorgeous face, amazed by lip gloss Cherry cent, when the princess spoked yo it bounched off Mole like Marilyn Monroe, threw a rose in her mouth Wherever God go will be Mrs. Coke Girl's so pretty, kids with little niddys Hope the years go slow, slow Surrounded by intelligence, life through education Healthy minds will grow, grow Catch me on a bus-stop, dustin, cursin out The cops are still coming, vibe with me Everybody's talking about Wu-Tang fronting But you still telling lies to me Beautiful in lightshows, having no intentions on love But having strung eyes of oppose, here we go It's not the way she bubbed the gum, shooked her ass I'm not the one, double dus, waiting for the bus The faggot Nore son, now year later Lady 7th floor, building 7-80 Fancy fox, booties for her socks, nothing else can change me Young Nefertiti, knowledge seed with no jewelry on Tahitian fresh berry tree, she's a capricorn I really liked the girl, had dreams about her Thinking to myself some nights she got ("powered") But hating, was Shinene and Grace and Key-lolo Trick bitches jumped my boo at the school a few years ago Hit me, you hit me, Grace got the last hit Eh yo, the bitches started swinging and shit So I jumped in Those were the days, made faces in school plays Paper trays, city wide test, made half a days Shooting puppy water, might hump the pillow, dick a inch taller Stapleton bum nigga, I'll pop her cherry for her Fresh air fun, here's dunn, alphabets, berets Jellies, bubble yum, soda tongue, too young to cum Then engage him with them candy rings Eh yo, I hit that shit, got jealous when she kissed Rob I broked her chicko's sticks [Outro: Ghostface Killah] Guys and girls, y'all remember those days, and shit Girls walk around in school, one ponytail with the beret Next looking like baby powder, youknowhatImean? Those were the days right there Boston baked beans, girls come to school with mad candy YouknowhatImean? You'd just come in school for half days, and all that Just to see that little girl right there, ? to this Go home and think about it, youknowhatImean? May hump the bed sometimes on her, youknowhatImean? Word, those days man, those, those were the good old days right there G That shit was fun, lunchroom, see in the lunchroom, youknowhatImean? Might get a little, go to the G.O. Store or something, youknowhatImean? Word, buy a little chocolate, a little shake or something, youknowhatImean? A little buttercrunch joints or something, youknowhatImean? That's that real shit, G I miss those shits, man I wanna go back to school, man That's my word, man For real y'all, those were, those were the... goddamn y'all, you remember... |
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from Trife Diesel - Put It On The Line (2005)
Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk
White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum She had a ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn Waist like a Coke bottles scoring Pretty young thing loved the swings And times she got my ding-a-ling hard When she said push hard, she kept vaseline Open as she swung back, couldn't help her dress blue back Now held accountable right for my actions Right before the Wallabee Champ was rockin wallows Drawin crads, sent her rap message through a bottle Lines from Dolomite, few tips from Goines Birthday, gave her two 50 cent coins Puppy love, gorgeous face, amazed by lip gloss Cherry cent, when the princess spoked yo it bounched off Mole like Marilyn Monroe, threw a rose in her mouth Wherever God go will be Mrs. Coke Girl's so pretty, kids with little niddys Hope the years go slow, slow Surrounded by intelligence, life through education Healthy minds will grow, grow Catch me on a bus-stop, dustin, cursin out The cops are still coming, vibe with me Everybody's talking about Wu-Tang fronting But you still telling lies to me Beautiful in lightshows, having no intentions on love But having strung eyes of oppose, here we go It's not the way she bubbed the gum, shooked her ass I'm not the one, double dus, waiting for the bus The faggot Nore son, now year later Lady 7th floor, building 7-80 Fancy fox, booties for her socks, nothing else can change me Young Nefertiti, knowledge seed with no jewelry on Tahitian fresh berry tree, she's a capricorn I really liked the girl, had dreams about her Thinking to myself some nights she got ("powered") But hating, was Shinene and Grace and Key-lolo Trick bitches jumped my boo at the school a few years ago Hit me, you hit me, Grace got the last hit Eh yo, the bitches started swinging and shit So I jumped in Those were the days, made faces in school plays Paper trays, city wide test, made half a days Shooting puppy water, might hump the pillow, dick a inch taller Stapleton bum nigga, I'll pop her cherry for her Fresh air fun, here's dunn, alphabets, berets Jellies, bubble yum, soda tongue, too young to cum Then engage him with them candy rings Eh yo, I hit that shit, got jealous when she kissed Rob I broked her chicko's sticks Guys and girls, y'all remember those days, and shit Girls walk around in school, one ponytail with the beret Next looking like baby powder, youknowhatImean? Those were the days right there Boston baked beans, girls come to school with mad candy YouknowhatImean? You'd just come in school for half days, and all that Just to see that little girl right there, ? to this Go home and think about it, youknowhatImean? May hump the bed sometimes on her, youknowhatImean? Word, those days man, those, those were the good old days right there G That shit was fun, lunchroom, see in the lunchroom, youknowhatImean? Might get a little, go to the G.O. Store or something, youknowhatImean? Word, buy a little chocolate, a little shake or something, youknowhatImean? A little buttercrunch joints or something, youknowhatImean? That's that real shit, G I miss those shits, man I wanna go back to school, man That's my word, man |
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