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from Jadakiss - Kiss Of Death / Explicit Version (2004)
[Jadakiss] Work wit me I wanna thank y'all fa comin out Tonight Dis iz sum reel' shit Ah--hah [Jadakiss] First things first When a nigga money ain't right That makes things worst Now he's just breathing he can barely manage And he's way past starvin He's really famished His right-hand man is up north, that's hurtin em His cellphone bout to cut off, spring jerkin em And his baby moms startin to do her thing again She left him for a nigga pumpin e up in Bengaltin If his money is right than maybe he can diss her But he can't, and niggaz is breakin his little sister His pops just past His mom use to be an occasional sniffer Then she started fuckin with the gas Dude use to be a star back then He had the benz CL something But he just turned his car back in Mad carrots pawned all his rings Took this thing next thing I know Money pawned all his bling Now he just like everybody With the same old plans That can't get over the hump With the same old grams They was on the block making fun of him He slid off came back with his hammer and killed everyone of em [Hook] Cause when I come through clear it out Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out When I come through clear it out Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out When I come through clear it out Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out When I come through clear it out Play the sideline and observe Me and B.I go man to man I know niggaz with an asshole Full of parole that go hand in hand Fuck hot thats humidity And you can't mix money with stupidity Even though I get my coke from Columbia My cars from Germany And my guns from Sicily Nothin personal but I was raised different Hold my joint sideways so I blaze different Give it to anybody fuck an age difference From those in the world to those in the ca**** Rub the kite on your chest and swallow the stamp At the end of the day they still gonna follow the champ It ain't about being lyrical Cause when I get in the booth I make miracles and I ain't stared at you But I'm in tune with the hood so I'm better than you And when you see me comin you know what is better to do [Hook] [Jadakiss] Can't lie all I got is my balls and my vocals And the only security I roll wit is my social It don't look decent It's like niggaz left they crew in the hood And went on the rode with the presint Had it up to here with this fake shit They don't even want a nigga to earn his Just give and take shit Just make sure you mention my name in da top brackets And make sure you mention your name as the top faggot Trust me this go around I will not have it I putin niggaz heads to bed like crapmadics How you think your man died More money than respect And it wasn't close it was by a landslide Listen my nigga your work is sloppy And I don't love them hoes but the purple got me If I don't don't do it with music I'ma do it wit poppy Just play the sideline and observe and watch me Let's go [Hook] |
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| from The LOX - Money, Power & Respect (1998) | |||||
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from Dj Clue? - The Professional 2 (2000)
Steady are you ready? (are you ready?)
What's goin on? (whats goin on?) Steady are you ready? (are you ready) What's goin on? (tell me whats goin on) Cold fresh air feeeel the mellow dip thats in the air Ohhh yeaa, I'm bound take a look around Ohhh, whats goin down? However do you want me? However do you need me? However do you want me? However do you need me? However do you want me? However do you need me? However do you want me? However do you need me? Im living at the very top of the floor Theres no more room for anything more I state my name, my name's to claim AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh This is M. J. B. [Jadakiss] Uhh yea, now girl step up to Kiss You sippin' red zyphandile, step up to crys The coupe got 19's, the chain's got nice gleam Girlfriend, you been scooped like ice cream Your ass is fat, your frame is little Got the door knockers on with your name in the middle On the dance floor gettin it in with me Might let you and your friend hit me Soon as the wind hit me I live dare, legendary the top of the globe So there is no more room for anything more And I state my name, my names to claim Jadakiss I done came here and changed the game Now we at the point where your birthdays is costly Got you a scotted outfit and a teacup yorkey Head so crazy that its killing me softly Sit down tell me how you want and how you need me Its the bomb Mary and Clue please believe me [Mary J. Blige w Soul II Soul in background] - over last lines However do you want me? However do you need me? However do you want me? However do you need me? How |
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from The LOX - Money, Power & Respect (1998)
(Jadakiss)
Ugh, Ugh, Ugh, Ugh Aiyo I woke up in a daze wit da slight headache You know tha usual tha studio gettin red late Serious jetlag when I get to bed late That why I fuck cause I be weak when I get head late Today I got a session wit Ronnie I mean Veronica Met her last year about a week before Hanukkah Sounds foolish I mean honey wasn뭪 jewish But she had a lot of dough and she was nice on computers She told me she was born and raised in Bermuda And came here to get a job as a tutor I pursued make a long story short screwed her She moved and she came back still on tha same track Same wit same chips ass it was still fat I aint really think she wuz a freak But she did ask a lotta questions bout Stylez and Sheik She called me and said she was in town fo a week The Westside, Manhattan, the Suite and tha Marquise How I felt about gettin up fo old times sake Ima bring Stylez and Sheik wit me datta be great Jus have two friendz we gon bring da truck and tha new Benz Desert in da stashin da Sony cam zoom lens All have ourselves one big hell of a weekend Eat at Puff뭩 joint an catch a show at tha beacon Twist a dutch blaze from Y-O to the Hudson Pass tha tall one 2-5 we still puffin?We got tha heat on a cold night n da winter Stylez you remember, Sheik you remember (Sheek) Oh yeah, I remember dem hoes dat night We wuz at da beacon right Chris Tucker performing All of us wuz in der outside it wuz stormin Cats and Dogs Aiyyo dese hoes wuz tough Besides tha air condition on high we wuz icy enough From my neck to da belt buckle to our shoes shall i go on Wit 5 of us up front he needed shades to perform Mose from tha flo up we inside toe up I drink dey smoke no coke Besides tha shit he said on stage tha cash we had on us wuz no joke I slid fo seats down she sittin der smilin Lookin like she from an island not them chicks dat be out wilin?Told me dat her name wuz Cindy Favorite show Mark and Mindy Favorite color green no kids but plan to have plenty We chit den chat bout dis n dat From what kind of whip she push To what bar she be at She played hard to get But we made it from tha movie to tha jacuzzi From tha jacuzzi to the bed We fucked until we both got woozy Woke up breath stinkin Yawnin and shit I smelt breakfast in tha kitchen but where wuz da bitch I walked in der it wuz cheese eggs and grits on da table Wit beef sausages and orange juice next to da cable Wit a note sayin sorry I had to rob you baby but I need cash like you I aint your ordinary slut or dick teaser please I need food in my freezer and by the time you read dis note I done been spent yo Visa (Stylez) I remember Beatrice but niggas like me call her B Cause she like to fuck doggy style plus hold da D But now I got to handle dis cause dey skandalous Cindy robbed shiek and moved to Los Angeles Like I wont killa frienz Went to bounce stole a Benz Note in tha garage Tu yall ontaraj Yall 3 rugged niggas but yall gotta get robbed Dont take it personal we didnt finish the job Manaje Twa We kill niggas wit dey dick hard They got me lookin뭓t da letta stuff Why da fuck dey left da truck 3 bitches in my house probly try to wet me up Crept to tha kitchen Seen Ronnie by the cabanet Tried tha gun holster with tha forty fo maganet Shot her in da heart Den caught tha earchess fabanet Den I seen Cindy Tha bitch tried to end me Running out da living room Bustin off Kissimee The bitch couldnt aim So I blew her out da frame Turned around to Beatrice Why you look speachless We could have lived it up and jus fucked on tha beaches And now you gotta die And da stupid bitch is reaching B뭚o I cocked it back I heard tires screeching Saw Sheek and James Started muthafucking squeezin? (GUNSHOTS) |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Of Death / Explicit Version (2004)
(Verse 1) Top of the food chain, It's just the way that I do things The dungaree seats in the blue Range I'm working with new change, a Gemini nigga with mood swings had the fiends looking for new things I stopped playin' with birds and stated playin' with words the money wasn't right, so I had to stay on the kerb And I'll be a player later. But for now Call me pootay 'Kiss, if not that? Montega Jada I kick hard bars and blow hard weed and be everywhere, 'cause I move at God's speed And my aim is to make y'all bleed Y'all got embarrassed in the class when the teacher used to make y'all read Uh-huh, Mind over matter And that's all good but fuck that My new shit is spine over bladder And everybody tryin'a get to the top, and that's all good too but right now - I'm on the ladder (Chorus) Look at you then, and (uh-huh) Look at you now. (yeah) Don't let this cold cold world,(uh-uhhh) Bring you down. (x2) (Verse 2) I know your queen got her eyes on me I got my eyes on your queen, The SMG is Heinekken green Mad thing is you know before long that we gon' get it on My kit costs thirty and ten to put it on No tints, windows clean - heavy Windex gears on the steering wheel, I shift 'em with my index Real life - it's just in another form Kiss Of Death, it's about to be another storm I'm a goddamn raging bull Stay out of jail by just tellin' myself the cage is full Got niggaz on the payroll, just to squeeze You're in no position to challenge my expertise They get a bonus if they leave you Old school - from the era of the 45's with the penny on the needle Boss of the bosses, so please don't violate or cross him Or you'll be the corpse of the corpses (Chorus x2) (Verse 3) Uh- Huh, You know thw word anger is just one letter short of the word danger, and I aint no stranger Never use a gat more than twice if you don't clean it and never say fuck something if you don't mean it And when it comes to life, the route you've been using thus far aint working right? Take the scenic Whatever faith you got, put in a crook Wanna hide something from a nigga? Put it in a book Trust me, this album, the vapour's gon' go around If you aint hot, you need paper to throw around Yeah, it's getting clearer every day When you wake up in the morning, look in the mirror and say (Chorus x2) |
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| from Exit Wounds (엑시트 운즈) [ost] (2001) | |||||
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| from Jadakiss - By My Side [single] (2009) | |||||
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from Jadakiss - The Last Kiss (2009)
[Intro: Ne-Yo]
Right by my side [Jadakiss] HA-HAH! UH HUH! E. Hudson, Jadakiss, Ne-Yo I think it's me and you tonight ma You see every good woman needs a thug, you see every good woman needs a thug [Verse 1: Jadakiss] Go baby, you so wavy And I ain't never felt this way 'bout no lady Considerin goin half with you on yo' baby Somethin about you, makin me go crazy Know if I ain't soured up, I'm so hazy Me and you on the same page, so amazin Need your love girl, so many ways And you could only hold in out for so many days And, got enough points to score but you shavin Hell yeah I'm anxious, but you cravin Time keep flyin, I'ma keep tryin Bottom line, I need your L-O-V-I-N Come on!!! [Chorus: Ne-Yo] Yeah I made no mistake, right by my side Lil' mama that's your place, keep holdin me down And you can help me spend this cake, right by my side Ride with me, all I need is you right by my side [Verse 2: Jadakiss] He such a small fella, to recognize the Mason Martin Margiela What could I tell her Man I swear you got to see her to believe her Then maybe you could understand why I need her Besides her bein a diva she wasn't bothered by the chiba Zodiac sign was a libra Definetly a keeper, I just wanna put her in a sleeper then fall out underneath her Wake up, take a shower, then get deeper Juice up get some power and then freak her After the feedback then I could G Mack But it's somethin about her love makin me need that, come on! [Chorus: Ne-Yo] Yeah I made no mistake, right by my side Lil' mama that's your place, keep holdin me down And you can help me spend this cake, right by my side Ride with me, all I need is you right by my side [Bridge: Ne-Yo] When the drama comes my way (Way) Long as I GOT YOU, girl it's nothing Baby, it's nothing - I'm good When these streets, girl, come what may (what may) Shorty, we do what WE DO, so it's nothing Baby girl, your love is something I need [Verse 3: Jadakiss] Yo, they say every good woman needs a thug I totally agree, that's why I need your love (yep) And I can't help it, if I'm selfish Cause I need your love and nobody else's Startin to taste it, pardon the bracelet (padon) Chance of a lifetime and I can't waste it If bein beautiful was a test, should've aced it Her skin is flawless, her hair is wavelengths Hi I'm Jason, ma I'm patient-ly waitin for us to have relations Kissin me is just history in the makin Squeezin and huggin I need your lovin, come on! [Chorus: Ne-Yo] Yeah I made no mistake, right by my side Lil' mama that's your place, keep holdin me down And you can help me spend this cake, right by my side Ride with me, all I need is you right by my side [Outro: Jadakiss] Bounce! Bounce! I think we got one what you think? Bounce! |
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from Jadakiss - The Last Kiss (Explicit Version) (2009)
[Intro: Ne-Yo]
Right by my side [Jadakiss] HA-HAH! UH HUH! E. Hudson, Jadakiss, Ne-Yo I think it's me and you tonight ma You see every good woman needs a thug, you see every good woman needs a thug [Verse 1: Jadakiss] Go baby, you so wavy And I ain't never felt this way 'bout no lady Considerin goin half with you on yo' baby Somethin about you, makin me go crazy Know if I ain't soured up, I'm so hazy Me and you on the same page, so amazin Need your love girl, so many ways And you could only hold in out for so many days And, got enough points to score but you shavin Hell yeah I'm anxious, but you cravin Time keep flyin, I'ma keep tryin Bottom line, I need your L-O-V-I-N Come on!!! [Chorus: Ne-Yo] Yeah I made no mistake, right by my side Lil' mama that's your place, keep holdin me down And you can help me spend this cake, right by my side Ride with me, all I need is you right by my side [Verse 2: Jadakiss] He such a small fella, to recognize the Mason Martin Margiela What could I tell her Man I swear you got to see her to believe her Then maybe you could understand why I need her Besides her bein a diva she wasn't bothered by the chiba Zodiac sign was a libra Definetly a keeper, I just wanna put her in a sleeper then fall out underneath her Wake up, take a shower, then get deeper Juice up get some power and then freak her After the feedback then I could G Mack But it's somethin about her love makin me need that, come on! [Chorus: Ne-Yo] Yeah I made no mistake, right by my side Lil' mama that's your place, keep holdin me down And you can help me spend this cake, right by my side Ride with me, all I need is you right by my side [Bridge: Ne-Yo] When the drama comes my way (Way) Long as I GOT YOU, girl it's nothing Baby, it's nothing - I'm good When these streets, girl, come what may (what may) Shorty, we do what WE DO, so it's nothing Baby girl, your love is something I need [Verse 3: Jadakiss] Yo, they say every good woman needs a thug I totally agree, that's why I need your love (yep) And I can't help it, if I'm selfish Cause I need your love and nobody else's Startin to taste it, pardon the bracelet (padon) Chance of a lifetime and I can't waste it If bein beautiful was a test, should've aced it Her skin is flawless, her hair is wavelengths Hi I'm Jason, ma I'm patient-ly waitin for us to have relations Kissin me is just history in the makin Squeezin and huggin I need your lovin, come on! [Chorus: Ne-Yo] Yeah I made no mistake, right by my side Lil' mama that's your place, keep holdin me down And you can help me spend this cake, right by my side Ride with me, all I need is you right by my side [Outro: Jadakiss] Bounce! Bounce! I think we got one what you think? Bounce! |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Of Death / Explicit Version (2004)
I'll be by your side (General) I'll always find a way I love you too much, to loose ya Sweet touches, you're there right by [VERSE 1:] (By your side) It makes me strong It gives me the strength to bang out and make these songs If I do it on the spot or if it takes me long they can't stop me Even if my breaks was on I'm still.. (By your side) I'm always here, nobody's perfect Life ain't always fair I used to not give a fuck I ain't always care when it's too hot for the hammer You know the hawk is right.. (By your side) Until you get to the car And you gotta get through the D before you get to the R If I don't get you today then I'ma get you tomorrow As soon as you come out your crib I'ma be right.. (By your side) Where I'm supposed to be Close to you, with the toast close to me And screw it if it's the right or wrong thing When you in the sight of that long thing You wish you had a strong team right.. (By your side) [CHORUS:] I love you too much to loose ya Sweet touches, you're there right by By your side (yeah, yeah) By your side (let's go) I love you too much to loose ya Sweet touches, you're there right by By your side [VERSE 2:] As long as you need me I'm down for whatever hommie as long as you feed me I pull the big joints out as long as the TV Or I can play my part and just breathe easy right.. (By your side) As soon as something happen to you Your n*****s would bounce and you thought they were scrappin' witcha you Now you cleanin' your cuts with peroxide And you wake up in the ER with the Doc right.. (By your side) Puttin' tubes in you and you can't even eat right They puttin' food in you Your body's getting colder Devil on your shoulder And you Mom's in the room but you just wanna hold her.. (By your side) Nothin' but realness That's why everybody in the world could feel this I'm on top and ya'll under me So when it's over; if I ain't in the front, atleast I'm gonna be.. (By your side) [CHORUS:] I love you too much to loose ya Sweet touches, you're there right by By your side (yeah) By your side (let's go) I love you too much to loose ya Sweet touches, you're there right by By your side [VERSE 3:] Until they finish me off If they don't get us both you'll be sending me off And please just do me this favor Stick to our little plan And f*ck the money Just keep my little man.. (By your side) And show 'em there's hope And he gon' think he knows whats going But show him the ropes And if you bring him to the Gucci store Show him the loffs hood n*****s I'm just showing you growth But I'm still right.. (By your side) You know Kiss don't gotta aim his gun at you to be focused And if you broke now n***a when you see those chips Watch how many people come out of nowhere And try to be.. (By your side) The answer's plenty Cause when you handling business you can't be friendly And if you tryna stack something Can't be pennies Most likely grants and benggies And you better keep 'em.. (By your side) [CHORUS:] I love you too much to loose ya Sweet touches, you're there right by By your side By your side I love you too much to loose ya Sweet touches, you're there right by By your side By your side By your side By your side |
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from Black Rob - Life Story (2001)
Uh yeah, yeah, what what, yeah yeah, yeah, what, yeah, what
yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Verse One: Jadakiss Yo this is a monopoly, niggaz ain't stoppin' me And we can't lose cuz Puff set us up properly Just won't settle for lesser, who wanna test us We be in the 5 with the goose headrests L.O.X. put niggaz under pressure You shoulda knew that, it's always them new cats that'll get ya Better start lookin at things from my angle I'm trying to be up on the board with a triangle Next to my name with a 10 or a 20 Now that's when you really can say you gettin money But right now all I do is sit back and listen To a wise young man who quickly became a rich one Put me up on the fact that it ain't hard to get some Chips if I just keep writing with ambition Then I get an advance from the 5 to the 6 and House with 2 kitchens, diamonds, plenty women Built-in pool to swim in But the plan is to start from the floor, and raise it up Then you hit'em in the head 'til your days is up You blazin' what, playboy you frail and butt You know when Bad Boy drops, all your sales is cut Chorus: Black Rob Can I Live, no one man can stop me Can I Live, no front-line can block me Can I Live, its enough base for all of us Can I Live, without the names they calling us Can I Live, no one man can stop me Can I Live, no front-line can block me Can I Live, or do I gatta bring it to these kids Can I Live, if I don't live nobody lives Verse Two: Styles Time is money, money is power so I'm sour 22 feelin like I've wasted every hour Of my life, shoulda been had a million in ice High as a kite, feeling the flight Turbulence, once in a blue moon I had a dream of fly shit Hanglide to the Alps with this fly chick Condo in Fresno with the lesbo And the honey that she hit know how to stretch blow They know that I'm Styles they respect the flow Why don't y'all let a nigga live and help him make a decimal Truth will set you free what will a lie do Niggaz say I'm God but I be gettin' high too Can't love the money like the niggaz beside you Cuz when the paper gone...you gon' slide too Niggaz wanna ball, but got to fall to rise While the world spins around they wanna stall they eyes Close they ears my nose makes me oppose my fear Cuz I can smell hell Before I sell rat I'll catch a shell farewell Niggaz will never tell Their man that I was pussy Unless they got a gun, and I ain't got one, I might let you push me Chorus Verse Three: Shiek I pray to God to promise me, before I see the pearly gates To let my whole team be straight, mansion no Section 8 Puttin' pressure so that I can make this bed Got 2 mattresses now all I need is the spread With like 4 pillows so my seeds can rest their heads You think platinum is enough, nah Sheek want more Tryin' to sell more than Tickle me Elmo in the store Italian cuisine, Linguin. while my diamonds like-SHING So when I move at night-time you might think it's light-NING Just throw me the ball once and I'll tell you no lie Shiek gonna show you money, like Jerry McGuire It's a thug thing, L.O.X. product thing, conducting Anything for chips while you sit and blab your lips In the restaurant taking tips while Sheek on trips Logos on our ships bustin' at the eclipse While im pissy, spittin' up Crissy in the water But you can do that for money, when 100's like a quarter... Chorus Verse Four: Black Rob This is to my AK tollas, money bill foldas Bambin soldiers, whips wit big motors On the low for years, the Feds can't decode us We bust rounds, all you gotta do is load us My night time prowlers, and grimmey after hours Karl Kani, Mumalo wear, Eddie Bauers Flippin cake niggaz, who strip and take niggaz Upstate niggaz, my Crystal Lake niggaz We gonna hold it down if we gotta shake niggaz And make niggaz do what we say, or break niggaz Survival of the fitist, it ain't me cause I did it Now you see me shinnin 2 mill with my diamonds And I owe it all to heart grimmin Don't mean i'm gonna stop climbin, 9-9, it's good timin I salute my thugs, who rock With the drugz and switch gunz, and pay 30 thou for the slum Make it happen, I swear to God if I don't make it rappin I'm clappin, extortin, and robbin niggz cribs and contactin Can I live... Can I Live, no one man can stop me Can I Live, no front-line can block me Can I Live, or do I gatta bring it to these kids Can I Live, if I don't live nobody lives Can I Live, no one man can stop me Can I Live, no front-line can block me Can I Live, its enough base for all of us Can I Live, without the names they calling us |
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from Cassidy - Split Personality (2004)
[Chorus: Jadakiss]
(cassidy: yea) I need to talk to ya (cassidy: okay) can I talk to ya? (cassidy: come on come on come on) ay, lemme holla at cha (cassidy: come on come on come on) yo, stop runnin from me [Cassidy] Ayo this Cassidy and niggaz is not fuckin wit me man yea I'm talkin reckless but you gotta respect it its in my DNA man, I was born to be a gangsta Kiss talk to 'em man [Jadakiss] yo, you know me K-I-S-S Kiss of Death LP soon come for ya, bless bless metalic green paint on the apala the S.S and I figured the more niggaz dead the less stress You love how I'm hurtin the track You wanna polly but I'm sort of hard to reach like the dirt on ya back hand to hand like I'm workin the sack and I work out on my arms, so I have no problem workin the mack (uh) neva been a toe steppa, side switcher a fence jumper, I was ten wit ten pumpers hustled wit the best of dem did watever it took to make a quarter I charged niggaz to watch wrestlin I'm a heavy threat, D-Block, Double R, Full surface yall niggaz ain't ready yet YEA, NEW YORK IS MINE, PHILLY IS CASS HOLLA BACK [Chorus: Jadakiss - 2X] (cassidy: yea) I need to talk to ya (cassidy: okay) can I talk to ya? (cassidy: come on come on come on) ay, lemme holla at cha (cassidy: come on come on come on) yo, stop runnin from me [Cassidy] You know me, C-A-S-S, fresh dressed just coped some new 4-5's and a fresh vest I get scout, cuz a bitch mouth is the best sex but less talk, you ain't got no heart in ya left breast go head, get ya beef on I let my wolves get they eat on and leave you wit nothin but ya sneaks on but it don't matter cuz ya feets gonn now thats restin in peices so go meet Jesus You lil boys better ease up uz them dudes you think hot, will see Cass and then freeze up You wanna scrap? role ya sleeves up but, I'd rather squeeze cuz I ain't trynna fuck my trees up or wrinkle my dickie, I crack the dutch sprinkle the sticky I know you pissed, I got kiss and them wit me, dig me? cuz you dudes is haters and if you bet that I was gonn flop, you gonn LOSE YA PAPER [Chorus: Jadakiss - 2X] (cassidy: yea) I need to talk to ya (cassidy: okay) can I talk to ya? (cassidy: come on come on come on) ay, lemme holla at cha (cassidy: come on come on come on) yo, stop runnin from me [Jadakiss] ayo, get it thru ya head it's no stoppin me nigga the "R" is Double, the Surface is Full, the Block is D all it take is a trey 8 and a mask nigga its Jada and Cas I vision ya face, watin to blast if money was food yall niggaz be fastin and we stuffin our face, we eatin wit passion in the hood like we runnin numbers Cass ask these mothafuckas why they runnin from us [Cassidy] they runnin from us cuz they petrified I lift guns for the exercise and I spray like insectosides You bullz better recognize when the weapon rise You can catch slugs in ya chest thru ya vest and die You on some sucka shit so I'll leave a scar on ya face longer than the knife that I cut you wit I done paid my dews so I'll blow ya brains out and then feed it to ya seed like baby food [Chorus: Jadakiss - 2X] (cassidy: yea) I need to talk to ya (cassidy: okay) can I talk to ya? (cassidy: come on come on come on) ay, lemme holla at cha (cassidy: come on come on come on) yo, stop runnin from me |
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from Jadakiss - The Last Kiss (2009)
(feat. Ayanna Irish)
[Intro: Background Singer (Jadakiss)] Oooh babe, oooh babe, oooh babe (Gets even better) Baby Oooh babe, oooh babe, can't stop me baby! Oooh babe, oooh babe, oooh babe, baby Oooh babe, oooh babe, can't stop me baby! [Verse 1: Jadakiss] Ummm hmmm yes I does that Stays hot I ain't gotta get my buzz back What everybody tryin to be now I was that They could never stop me, that's why I love rap Been livin the life, crazy ice With the baddest chicks in the world maybe twice The swag, the gear, the bread All the whips is a year ahead I only fear the feds Forty five on the other side of the peep hole Head shot from point blank call it a free throw Funny cause I had the +Vision+ since Coleco Back then, still ain't reach my peak though Louis loafers, Polo peak coat Call me, whenever the bosses meet yo Uh, I drove papi crazy So the industry never 'gon stop me baby [Chorus: Jadakiss (background singer)] You can't stop me now you can't stop me No you can't stop me now you can't stop me You can't stop me now you can't stop me (You, can't, stop, me baby) You can't stop me now you can't stop me No you can't stop me now you can't stop me You can't stop me now you can't stop me (You, can't, stop, me baby) [Verse 2: Jadakiss] Yo! I'm a call it confidence cause I ain't cocky I just know one thing they can't stop me Whether I'm on 5th or L.A. at the swap meet It's all good cause I know the gangstas got me First things first the jars are broccoli I treat the rap game like a large monopoly One on one, niggas can't guard me properly And when they double team me the odds are sloppy I move like them eighty milograms of oxy Send your sister back to your family knock kneed Got too hot for the grams who got weed? In the rap bracket he remains the top seed Revolver holds six, quick to blow three Audio heroin so you don't O.D. Shooters know you, but you don't know me The block is crazy can't stop me baby, uh! [Chorus: Jadakiss (background singer)] You can't stop me now you can't stop me No you can't stop me now you can't stop me You can't stop me now you can't stop me (You, can't, stop, me baby) You can't stop me now you can't stop me No you can't stop me now you can't stop me You can't stop me now you can't stop me (You, can't, stop, me baby) [Verse 3: Jadakiss] Yo, once I start, I ain't 'gon stop the squeezin And the gauze ain't 'gon be able to stop the bleedinN And your girl ain't 'gon be able to stop the wheezin (nah) When she get that phone call from the doc, we even You could not stop me, so stop believin Ringtone rap, this is not the season Punch lines hard enough to stop your breathin And the ladies'll still pay a lot to see him I'm a get rich long as I got my freedom Usually when you get hit it's for a reason If you in the hood, better dodge the Ds'and Watch your Qs'and, be on your Ps' and Thank y'all all for comin out this evening Havin a good time with your liquor and treason Even if they knock me, then continue to watch me They still wouldn't be able to stop me What? [Chorus: Jadakiss (background singer)] You can't stop me now you can't stop me No you can't stop me now you can't stop me You can't stop me now you can't stop me (You, can't, stop, me baby) You can't stop me now you can't stop me No you can't stop me now you can't stop me You can't stop me now you can't stop me (You, can't, stop, me baby) [Outro: Jadakiss] Uh, uh, uh, Neo, Da Matrix! They can't stop me (You, can't, stop, me baby) I'm too strong, too strong! Way too strong (You can't stop me babyyyy...) They can't stop me! Hahahaha! Ha-HEEH! (Nooo,.. can't stop me baby) Heheh... yep |
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from Jadakiss - The Last Kiss (Explicit Version) (2009)
(feat. Ayanna Irish)
[Intro: Background Singer (Jadakiss)] Oooh babe, oooh babe, oooh babe (Gets even better) Baby Oooh babe, oooh babe, can't stop me baby! Oooh babe, oooh babe, oooh babe, baby Oooh babe, oooh babe, can't stop me baby! [Verse 1: Jadakiss] Ummm hmmm yes I does that Stays hot I ain't gotta get my buzz back What everybody tryin to be now I was that They could never stop me, that's why I love rap Been livin the life, crazy ice With the baddest chicks in the world maybe twice The swag, the gear, the bread All the whips is a year ahead I only fear the feds Forty five on the other side of the peep hole Head shot from point blank call it a free throw Funny cause I had the +Vision+ since Coleco Back then, still ain't reach my peak though Louis loafers, Polo peak coat Call me, whenever the bosses meet yo Uh, I drove papi crazy So the industry never 'gon stop me baby [Chorus: Jadakiss (background singer)] You can't stop me now you can't stop me No you can't stop me now you can't stop me You can't stop me now you can't stop me (You, can't, stop, me baby) You can't stop me now you can't stop me No you can't stop me now you can't stop me You can't stop me now you can't stop me (You, can't, stop, me baby) [Verse 2: Jadakiss] Yo! I'm a call it confidence cause I ain't cocky I just know one thing they can't stop me Whether I'm on 5th or L.A. at the swap meet It's all good cause I know the gangstas got me First things first the jars are broccoli I treat the rap game like a large monopoly One on one, niggas can't guard me properly And when they double team me the odds are sloppy I move like them eighty milograms of oxy Send your sister back to your family knock kneed Got too hot for the grams who got weed? In the rap bracket he remains the top seed Revolver holds six, quick to blow three Audio heroin so you don't O.D. Shooters know you, but you don't know me The block is crazy can't stop me baby, uh! [Chorus: Jadakiss (background singer)] You can't stop me now you can't stop me No you can't stop me now you can't stop me You can't stop me now you can't stop me (You, can't, stop, me baby) You can't stop me now you can't stop me No you can't stop me now you can't stop me You can't stop me now you can't stop me (You, can't, stop, me baby) [Verse 3: Jadakiss] Yo, once I start, I ain't 'gon stop the squeezin And the gauze ain't 'gon be able to stop the bleedinN And your girl ain't 'gon be able to stop the wheezin (nah) When she get that phone call from the doc, we even You could not stop me, so stop believin Ringtone rap, this is not the season Punch lines hard enough to stop your breathin And the ladies'll still pay a lot to see him I'm a get rich long as I got my freedom Usually when you get hit it's for a reason If you in the hood, better dodge the Ds'and Watch your Qs'and, be on your Ps' and Thank y'all all for comin out this evening Havin a good time with your liquor and treason Even if they knock me, then continue to watch me They still wouldn't be able to stop me What? [Chorus: Jadakiss (background singer)] You can't stop me now you can't stop me No you can't stop me now you can't stop me You can't stop me now you can't stop me (You, can't, stop, me baby) You can't stop me now you can't stop me No you can't stop me now you can't stop me You can't stop me now you can't stop me (You, can't, stop, me baby) [Outro: Jadakiss] Uh, uh, uh, Neo, Da Matrix! They can't stop me (You, can't, stop, me baby) I'm too strong, too strong! Way too strong (You can't stop me babyyyy...) They can't stop me! Hahahaha! Ha-HEEH! (Nooo,.. can't stop me baby) Heheh... yep |
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from Jadakiss - The Last Kiss (2009)
Yo, yo, yo, word to ride, nigga, yeah
Aiyyo, we four or five niggaz with furs on Up top gated up, big tables got the reserves on Blowin' on saxophones, the band is rough So much ice on, looks like my wrist been cut And we just made it back from Beijing Seen my jeweler, told him melt the bird down to eight rings But then the music stopped, Jada stood up Before the speech, he had everybody raise they cups He said, "I been in spots where I can't even mention it" "Don't drink the Cris', Ghost mighta pissed in it" Romanian dude, black down, pourin' the saki Face slumped to the side like Rocky And Strahan came through with his bullshit ring He said, "Yikes", when I pulled out my monster bling Don't be afraid of the New York street talk I switch gear all day, bro, like you do on your peach porch The chairs is suede, the walls is velvet Marquise ballroom, so live I felt it Fat asses in fishnets, shakin' they pelvis Playin' with they pussy, middle finger drippin', I smelt it Poker tables, crap joints just for rap niggaz Me and Sheek, walkin' around bitch slappin' niggaz There go Rae, there go P Yo Chop, whattup? Sam Cooke writin' hand, all of my lightning, damn Used to rob niggaz in Sam's, buy shams For my dude's baby shoe or booster baby, rollin' with steel Eatin' Jamaican food under the wheel You know the deal, book somethin' then blow Went from a O to a low, little apartment in Brookdale Gold was my motto, lotto numbers is what? Had it in me, rolled down coolin' with coke That's the '90s, Chef era take over America Bag Ugly Betty up, make her Ms. Guerrera Pinky wench in sweaters, cortex burnin' the mic booth Travel right past my heritage Them old school niggaz is me Taught me how to read, get skee'd, everybody missin' a ki Yo, I do this with a natural movement Catch me by the [Incomprehensible], scope on me, fuck it, I'm losin' it Yeah, yo, I did it my way, lights off on the highway Greek statues on both sides of the driveway Word to the stamps on the diesel The way these niggaz is lookin' either they got cramps or they evil One go, we all go, D-boy fresh but hard dough Cashmere and suede cargoes On top of the beige Wallo's 45 government edition clippers, straight hollows My clientele is supreme and it's proven That I'm only built for the Link if it's Cuban I'm a pioneer, I'm not a vet 'Last Kiss' is a French one, it's not a peck Movin' powder, piff and a lot of wet You're gonna die, that's a promise not a threat Yeah, but I ain't with the chatterin' 'Cause I'd just rather splatter them This is a cartel gatherin', what? |
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from Jadakiss - The Last Kiss (Explicit Version) (2009)
Yo, yo, yo, word to ride, nigga, yeah
Aiyyo, we four or five niggaz with furs on Up top gated up, big tables got the reserves on Blowin' on saxophones, the band is rough So much ice on, looks like my wrist been cut And we just made it back from Beijing Seen my jeweler, told him melt the bird down to eight rings But then the music stopped, Jada stood up Before the speech, he had everybody raise they cups He said, "I been in spots where I can't even mention it" "Don't drink the Cris', Ghost mighta pissed in it" Romanian dude, black down, pourin' the saki Face slumped to the side like Rocky And Strahan came through with his bullshit ring He said, "Yikes", when I pulled out my monster bling Don't be afraid of the New York street talk I switch gear all day, bro, like you do on your peach porch The chairs is suede, the walls is velvet Marquise ballroom, so live I felt it Fat asses in fishnets, shakin' they pelvis Playin' with they pussy, middle finger drippin', I smelt it Poker tables, crap joints just for rap niggaz Me and Sheek, walkin' around bitch slappin' niggaz There go Rae, there go P Yo Chop, whattup? Sam Cooke writin' hand, all of my lightning, damn Used to rob niggaz in Sam's, buy shams For my dude's baby shoe or booster baby, rollin' with steel Eatin' Jamaican food under the wheel You know the deal, book somethin' then blow Went from a O to a low, little apartment in Brookdale Gold was my motto, lotto numbers is what? Had it in me, rolled down coolin' with coke That's the '90s, Chef era take over America Bag Ugly Betty up, make her Ms. Guerrera Pinky wench in sweaters, cortex burnin' the mic booth Travel right past my heritage Them old school niggaz is me Taught me how to read, get skee'd, everybody missin' a ki Yo, I do this with a natural movement Catch me by the [Incomprehensible], scope on me, fuck it, I'm losin' it Yeah, yo, I did it my way, lights off on the highway Greek statues on both sides of the driveway Word to the stamps on the diesel The way these niggaz is lookin' either they got cramps or they evil One go, we all go, D-boy fresh but hard dough Cashmere and suede cargoes On top of the beige Wallo's 45 government edition clippers, straight hollows My clientele is supreme and it's proven That I'm only built for the Link if it's Cuban I'm a pioneer, I'm not a vet 'Last Kiss' is a French one, it's not a peck Movin' powder, piff and a lot of wet You're gonna die, that's a promise not a threat Yeah, but I ain't with the chatterin' 'Cause I'd just rather splatter them This is a cartel gatherin', what? |
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from Jadakiss - The Last Kiss (2009)
Geah, make a move y'all, which part you wan' lose?
The clip is loaded, the quatro is on cruise I'm back to work bitch, the clock off snooze I'm tougher than leather nigga, I cannot bruise Who wanna try a nigga? Hard to the God, come and butterfly a nigga (Hold that) Ooze on out (Uh, huh) Weeks later bitch go and throw your shoes on out I'm that shit that great Mario [unverified] 'bout Clear this out, blood on the hopscotch floor Shells in the sandbox, niggaz with big Glocks Late night, movin' that junk like Redd Fox Now, you don't want nothin' about me (Nah) You pussy, nigga come fuck with the Alkie Weed smokin', keep the cancer piece on it (Yeah) Call hoes, get pussy whenever I want it (C'mere bitch) Mack daddy (No) Pimp daddy (No) Hammer cocked (Yeah) Let that go I ain't heard shit in a long, long time To even fuck around with either one of my rhymes (Sheek Louch) Niggaz still livin' off the petty ass crimes The Hossa [unverified] hater, Lacoste gator Levi's, hundred to the Mr. Chow waiter What up street niggaz? Hold heat niggaz Fuck sweet niggaz, you'll get beat niggaz (Yeah) Now who out there wanna fuck around with me? You can come and get a fresh buck 50 We got guns, money, liquor, drugs We right here until they come get me (I'm talkin 'bout murder) Now who out there wanna fuck around with me? You can come and get a fresh buck 50 We got guns, money, liquor, drugs We right here until they come get me C'mon, yeah, ah, hah, nobody, c'mon Yeah, c'mon, yeah, c'mon, yeah, yeah, uhh, yo Yo listen here, you ain't dead if your heart ain't stop Twin 40's, you ain't gotta ask, "Are they cocked?" I'm so sharp I could come through and scar they block Late night, red linin' in an R.A. drop And I'm only tuckin' them until I shoot ya When I pull 'em out that's when I'm fuckin' with your future You gon' realize this is nothin' that you're used to Get your life taken by a booster Then we gon' hang the noose up It's all over with (Yeah) All they found was his Louis scarf With his DNA all over it (Mm) Who's choosin' and pickin' them (Who?) 'Cause I'm sick of them Not followin' the curriculum (Yeah) It's my shit and I'm evictin' them (Get out) Whoever feel like they ain't gotta leave, I'm rippin' them Even though the love's frail, the thug's real All you gotta do is just follow the blood trail Much harder fightin' when the battle is uphill Whatever the knife can't handle the slug will Keep a good lawyer that's smart work on cases Still gotta run from the NARCs, they gon' chase us (Run) In case I gotta put some artwork on faces If we leave the game for God they gon' [unverified] us My suggestion, is that you don't even test, son Unless you wanna catch a fresh one Now who out there wanna fuck around with me? You can come and get a fresh buck 50 We got guns, money, liquor, drugs We right here until they come get me (I'm talkin 'bout murder) Now who out there wanna fuck around with me? You can come and get a fresh buck 50 We got guns, money, liquor, drugs We right here until they come get me Yeah, yeah, yeah Let's go |
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from Jadakiss - The Last Kiss (Explicit Version) (2009)
Geah, make a move y'all, which part you wan' lose?
The clip is loaded, the quatro is on cruise I'm back to work bitch, the clock off snooze I'm tougher than leather nigga, I cannot bruise Who wanna try a nigga? Hard to the God, come and butterfly a nigga (Hold that) Ooze on out (Uh, huh) Weeks later bitch go and throw your shoes on out I'm that shit that great Mario [unverified] 'bout Clear this out, blood on the hopscotch floor Shells in the sandbox, niggaz with big Glocks Late night, movin' that junk like Redd Fox Now, you don't want nothin' about me (Nah) You pussy, nigga come fuck with the Alkie Weed smokin', keep the cancer piece on it (Yeah) Call hoes, get pussy whenever I want it (C'mere bitch) Mack daddy (No) Pimp daddy (No) Hammer cocked (Yeah) Let that go I ain't heard shit in a long, long time To even fuck around with either one of my rhymes (Sheek Louch) Niggaz still livin' off the petty ass crimes The Hossa [unverified] hater, Lacoste gator Levi's, hundred to the Mr. Chow waiter What up street niggaz? Hold heat niggaz Fuck sweet niggaz, you'll get beat niggaz (Yeah) Now who out there wanna fuck around with me? You can come and get a fresh buck 50 We got guns, money, liquor, drugs We right here until they come get me (I'm talkin 'bout murder) Now who out there wanna fuck around with me? You can come and get a fresh buck 50 We got guns, money, liquor, drugs We right here until they come get me C'mon, yeah, ah, hah, nobody, c'mon Yeah, c'mon, yeah, c'mon, yeah, yeah, uhh, yo Yo listen here, you ain't dead if your heart ain't stop Twin 40's, you ain't gotta ask, "Are they cocked?" I'm so sharp I could come through and scar they block Late night, red linin' in an R.A. drop And I'm only tuckin' them until I shoot ya When I pull 'em out that's when I'm fuckin' with your future You gon' realize this is nothin' that you're used to Get your life taken by a booster Then we gon' hang the noose up It's all over with (Yeah) All they found was his Louis scarf With his DNA all over it (Mm) Who's choosin' and pickin' them (Who?) 'Cause I'm sick of them Not followin' the curriculum (Yeah) It's my shit and I'm evictin' them (Get out) Whoever feel like they ain't gotta leave, I'm rippin' them Even though the love's frail, the thug's real All you gotta do is just follow the blood trail Much harder fightin' when the battle is uphill Whatever the knife can't handle the slug will Keep a good lawyer that's smart work on cases Still gotta run from the NARCs, they gon' chase us (Run) In case I gotta put some artwork on faces If we leave the game for God they gon' [unverified] us My suggestion, is that you don't even test, son Unless you wanna catch a fresh one Now who out there wanna fuck around with me? You can come and get a fresh buck 50 We got guns, money, liquor, drugs We right here until they come get me (I'm talkin 'bout murder) Now who out there wanna fuck around with me? You can come and get a fresh buck 50 We got guns, money, liquor, drugs We right here until they come get me Yeah, yeah, yeah Let's go |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Tha Game Goodbye (2001)
"I wanna.." {*scratch*} uhh
"I wanna.." (*sung*) Cruisin baby (c'mon) (Snoop) Cruise with me, cruise with me (*sung*) Come ride with me (ride with me) (Snoop) Ride, ride (*sung*) Cruisin baby - come smoke with me (smoke with me) (*sung*) Cruisin baby (c'mon) (*sung*) Roll down these streets (bounce) (Snoop) Bounce (yeah) (Jadakiss) Yo, yo "I wanna.." take a trip to the Beverly Center and scoop a mean model broad up dawg and get head in the renter Gotta take her home, clean her up before I can finish Cause ain't no pussy worth gettin burnt while I'm up in it Then I made her roll up while I was runnin a bath And she said she do X, I gave her one and a half Let her get her roll on and made her jump in the bath I left her standin there sayin.. haha "I wanna.." come through in the orange M5 And I got them things in the trunk and they goin for ten-five It could and it will get ugly, but so what? No matter how it go down, the hood'll still love me Never cut broads, I let everybody hit 'em My bullets is like chicken pox, everybody get 'em You know Ja' blow pud-dy, lookin for somethin to slay Mixin the 'gnac with Ocean Spray, c'mon "I wanna.." (*sung*) Cruisin baby - come ride with me (Snoop) Ride with me, ride with me, ride with me (*sung*) Cruisin baby - come smoke with me (Snoop) Smoke with me, smoke with me, smoke with me (*sung*) Cruisin baby - roll down these streets (Snoop) Roll with me, roll with me, roll with me (*sung*) with me.. (Snoop Dogg) "I wanna.." bust a bitch upside her motherf**kin head for talkin shit to a pimp Limp on 'em, flip on 'em, dip on 'em Crip on 'em, and put this motherf**kin dick on 'em This sorta fish called a bitch oughta hush up Rolled a fat blunt and smoked this motherf**kin dope up Cause you know what? (Whattup?) Shit a nigga know you're so tough, but bitch I wanna go f**k "I wanna.." take you upstairs, and do dat dere Hell motherf**kin yeah See I'm a real player and I won't waste your time I've been a starter, I ain't never sat the f**kin pine Stay on the frontline, it's all by de-sign Nigga done the crizzime, ain't never dropped a dizzime Everything is fizzine, rollin up a dizzime D-O-double-G I got bitches waitin in lizzine "I wanna.." (*sung*) Cruisin baby - come ride with me (Snoop) Ride with me, ride with me, ride with me (*sung*) Cruisin baby - come smoke with me (Snoop) Smoke with me, smoke with me, smoke with me (*sung*) Cruisin baby - roll down these streets (Snoop) Roll with me, roll with me, roll with me (*sung*) with me.. (Jadakiss) Uh-huh, yeah.. yeah.. "I wanna.." do the club thing like in and out in an hour And then I'm back home bangin shorty out in the shower Check it I'm chasin the Henny with Coronas She got in her mind that, she gon' get some Fendi if I bone her (eh-eh) Backshot was murder from the rear And she gave me mean top, while I blew the purple in her hair Oh yeah, after I nutted I was a goner And still got honey thinkin that "I wanna.." automatic start on the Aston Martin Can't beat 'Kiss cause you ain't got half the heart an' get you hit on the inside for half a carton Couple of suits - dawg, we f**kin with loot I got enough dough to chill in court But I know dudes with twenty-five in and they still ain't short But never mind that, we can't lose Pour another drink, roll another dutch up We gon' cruise, let's go "I wanna.." (*sung*) Cruisin baby - come ride with me (Snoop) Yeah, cruise, cruise.. gangsta, gangsta.. (*sung*) Cruisin baby - come smoke with me (Snoop) Yea yea, yea yea.. yea yea, gangsta, gangsta.. (*sung*) Cruisin baby - roll down these streets (Snoop) Cruise.. lay low.. hold it down y'all (*sung*) with me.. (Snoop) Hold it hold it hold it down, hold it down y'all "I wanna.." (Snoop) Yea yea, hold it down .. "I wanna.." |
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from Dj Envy - The Desert Storm Mixtape Dj Envy Blok Party Vol.1 (2003)
Artist: DJ Envy f/ J. Hood, The L.O.X. Album: Blok Party Vol. 1 Song: D Block [Sheek] Yeah (yeah) D-Block (D-Block) {New LOX!} Envy, whattup my nigga? {Featurin J-Hood} Larsiny! Haha, aiyyo yo {C'mon!} If the hammer don't work then the pump gon' get you {Yeah!} Body in the tub, let the chainsaw rip you I don't give a FUCK about none of your clique (at all) Or this music, y'all can SoundScan my dick (whoo!) I give it to y'all niggaz simple and plain (uh-huh) Have your chest lookin like the Connect Four game Y'all muh'fuckers know Sheek is it (Sheek Luch') I got a toiletbowl flow, I keep some shit I'm the best out right now (all day) none of y'all want it (uh-uh) Like your album ain't shit unless Sheek up on it (got the exclusive) FUCK what you drive, I'll see you in hell (uh-huh) Cause I ain't never seen 20s stop a shell {Envy!} D-Block the label that'll pop it all Walk with me and I ain't puttin out nothin soft (c'mon) Even talkin to a bitch I'm thuggin her out (yeah) Sheek Luch', y'all already know what the kid is about, WHATTUP? [Chorus: Styles] I'ma give you - all of the bullets, all of the blade D-Block 'til we all in a cage or all in a grave My gangstas (gangstas) my niggaz (niggaz) Our weed smoke, our liquor Can't find a crew or clique that could rhyme sicker (D-Block!) It go down I'm bustin my nine witcha (D-Block!) I get knocked I'm doin my time witcha (D-Block!) For life my nigga I'd grind witcha [Jadakiss] I got my own problems (uh-huh) fuck all the shit you been facin (fuck it) Can't count your blessings, see you in a situation (that's right) Hit you in your melon and your ribs, MMWWAA! We can get it on, I got a felony to give (bring it) Mad when I run out of my weed or my cereal Only sleep late when I run out of material (uhh) Funny thing is you don't even know how I'll murder you (you don't even know) The 40-cal'll make a nigga convertible {Yeah!} And if the judge and the jury don't believe me Fuck it, just give me a cell next to the TV (C.O.!) They might hate but they ain't tryin to guard (uh-uh) And shit come naturally, y'all niggaz tryin too hard Prayin for nothin, all you doin is lyin to God 'For a sign in PC, I'd rather die in the yard And we pretty much controllin the East, workin on the South and the West (D-Block!) Shoot you in your mouth and your chest, what [Chorus] [J. Hood] Yo, I was told life is what you make and I'ma make the best of mine The slugs out the fo'-fifth'll make your chest decline I don't associate with niggaz that talk to cops (uh-uh) I'm on top of my game like I'm standin on X-Box I'm tryin to get cheddar, fuck fuckin with hoes (fuck it) I'm tryin to cop the Coupe that come out in 2004 We got dimes and dubs of haze And I can hit you with a gat the size of a sub from Subway I'm a child of the slums, decendant of the gutter (D-Block!) Got two chrome glocks that resemble each other Nigga they brothers, one all chrome and one black (yeah) One out of either one'll lay you on your back So watch how you stare at niggaz (watch out) Cause my niggaz might spaz out and start throwin chairs at niggaz (whattup) And I know y'all ain't better than Hood, y'all niggaz liars Leave a hole in you the size of a Moped tire [Chorus] [DJ Envy] Yeah, the People's Choice, DJ Envy Fat shout, Dave McPherson, Epic.. (OHH!) |
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from Jadakiss - The Last Kiss (2009)
Death wish, death wish, death wish, death wish
?Death wish, death wish, death wish (Verse 1: Jadakiss) Hey yo, they must got a death wish? They was on the road to the riches back in the day? They got off on the exit, real disrespect, shit? Whenever a nigga try to fuck up your investment, it's hard to digest it These young niggas don't want to get punched in they faces ?So they keep the burner on and catch a bunch of cases? These old niggas still think they livin' in the '80s? The shawties that they knew since they were babies turn crazy The bitches still holla? At anybody lookin' like they gettin' a couple dollars ?Could fuck, suck and swallow ?Ain't nobody winnin' but everybody can't lose Dirt's still there funeral home ain't move? Going in, coming out gang affiliated? You rather go back before being humiliated ?A black cloud over the hood you can't escape it Dust smokin' niggas walk around in the matrix ?Loyalty is thin, the tension is thick ?Look at a broke nigga's face when you mention a brick ?Stick up kids come around, when they sense that you rich Candles of lizm get lit, when you get hit with the fifth ?Niggas they used to hoop dream is now sellin' the piff ?And they still rattin' but you can't tell if you stiff? Especially when the tek, spit, fuck around ?Get your head and your neck hit lookin' for a death wish, what? (Chorus) Talkin' out your mouth, all reckless to a nigga? That you know, that'll let it off, that's a death wish? When your heart stops and your body gets breathless? And help don't come in enough time, that's a death wish When you see the blood, realize that your chest is hit ?And don't know where it came from, that's a death wish? When you know a nigga whole style's on some next shit? When you violate 'em, fwah, that's a death wish (Verse 2: Lil Wayne) (Young Money!) Ahh, I be on that way left shit? Better get right or get left shit ?Better hit right or get left hit ?Even if you threw the best pitch Yes bitch, it's Weezy F. Bitch ?I'm the best, bitch, muthafuck your guest list? I'll be like let's just kill 'em and get breakfast ?Neck slit, next shit expect this Every time you check this ?I'm exit, I mean, excited to be your death wish ?Bitch, I wear this G-shit on my heart not my necklace? And I keep the Heckler for the hecklers And I'm from the Mecca of the reckless ?With a record breaking death list? The reckless and neglectors think? the elections won't affect us I'm high above you above law, above average ?Niggas snitchin', puttin' niggas in the can like a beverage ?Damn, I pop at your head, fuck up your memories? I'll put a bullet in Nina head and let her reminisce Yeah, if you don't remember shit, you gon' remember this ?I'm knockin' niggas down this year, I'm on my timber shit? Big lion growl at you niggas on that Simba shit? I be on that, 'Fuck yo clique', I kill every member shit Cold as December shit, bang in any weather shit? And they can buy your bag with body parts sold separate? Yeah, that's a bet, bitch, like Russian roulette, bitch ?Weezy, be the genie in the bottle, here's your death wish (Chorus) Talkin' out your mouth, all reckless to a nigga? That you know, that'll let it off, that's a death wish ?When your heart stops and your body gets breathless ?And help don't come in enough time, that's a death wish When you see the blood, realize that your chest is hit? And don't know where it came from, that's a death wish ?When you know a nigga whole style's on some next shit? When you violate 'em, fwah, that's a death wish |
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from Jadakiss - The Last Kiss (Explicit Version) (2009)
Death wish, death wish, death wish, death wish
?Death wish, death wish, death wish (Verse 1: Jadakiss) Hey yo, they must got a death wish? They was on the road to the riches back in the day? They got off on the exit, real disrespect, shit? Whenever a nigga try to fuck up your investment, it's hard to digest it These young niggas don't want to get punched in they faces ?So they keep the burner on and catch a bunch of cases? These old niggas still think they livin' in the '80s? The shawties that they knew since they were babies turn crazy The bitches still holla? At anybody lookin' like they gettin' a couple dollars ?Could fuck, suck and swallow ?Ain't nobody winnin' but everybody can't lose Dirt's still there funeral home ain't move? Going in, coming out gang affiliated? You rather go back before being humiliated ?A black cloud over the hood you can't escape it Dust smokin' niggas walk around in the matrix ?Loyalty is thin, the tension is thick ?Look at a broke nigga's face when you mention a brick ?Stick up kids come around, when they sense that you rich Candles of lizm get lit, when you get hit with the fifth ?Niggas they used to hoop dream is now sellin' the piff ?And they still rattin' but you can't tell if you stiff? Especially when the tek, spit, fuck around ?Get your head and your neck hit lookin' for a death wish, what? (Chorus) Talkin' out your mouth, all reckless to a nigga? That you know, that'll let it off, that's a death wish? When your heart stops and your body gets breathless? And help don't come in enough time, that's a death wish When you see the blood, realize that your chest is hit ?And don't know where it came from, that's a death wish? When you know a nigga whole style's on some next shit? When you violate 'em, fwah, that's a death wish (Verse 2: Lil Wayne) (Young Money!) Ahh, I be on that way left shit? Better get right or get left shit ?Better hit right or get left hit ?Even if you threw the best pitch Yes bitch, it's Weezy F. Bitch ?I'm the best, bitch, muthafuck your guest list? I'll be like let's just kill 'em and get breakfast ?Neck slit, next shit expect this Every time you check this ?I'm exit, I mean, excited to be your death wish ?Bitch, I wear this G-shit on my heart not my necklace? And I keep the Heckler for the hecklers And I'm from the Mecca of the reckless ?With a record breaking death list? The reckless and neglectors think? the elections won't affect us I'm high above you above law, above average ?Niggas snitchin', puttin' niggas in the can like a beverage ?Damn, I pop at your head, fuck up your memories? I'll put a bullet in Nina head and let her reminisce Yeah, if you don't remember shit, you gon' remember this ?I'm knockin' niggas down this year, I'm on my timber shit? Big lion growl at you niggas on that Simba shit? I be on that, 'Fuck yo clique', I kill every member shit Cold as December shit, bang in any weather shit? And they can buy your bag with body parts sold separate? Yeah, that's a bet, bitch, like Russian roulette, bitch ?Weezy, be the genie in the bottle, here's your death wish (Chorus) Talkin' out your mouth, all reckless to a nigga? That you know, that'll let it off, that's a death wish ?When your heart stops and your body gets breathless ?And help don't come in enough time, that's a death wish When you see the blood, realize that your chest is hit? And don't know where it came from, that's a death wish ?When you know a nigga whole style's on some next shit? When you violate 'em, fwah, that's a death wish |
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from The LOX - Money, Power & Respect (1998)
uh, yo, yo
Hey Yo it's fucked up, in the right hand Flash his badge with his left hand On some Donnie Brascoe shit, forget about it Made men, should hang with made men Not the wife and children, that's when rats come in It be your girl in the palor, talking like shit rich And next to her, gettin her nails done is your enemy's bitch Now you stuck, cuz she in there, leeking, speaking Not knowing, she being, followed, on the decan Niggas talk to feds like, it's a sport Lord forbid the head nigga get caught And watch the whole family tree break down, faster than you thought I watch the nigga with my own eyes get knocked, no doubt Next week he outside front, how he get out? Now that's guapo nigga ?? his family talk ?? Mexico for safety you get twist for that sammy shit Thinking you threw with the feds and all that That's when they got you, just like that kid from Strapped I stay, clear to mubblers who mubble to the cops Brick fumblers who just want a nigga popped But the only thing I pop is my burners in the dark * Yo it's like that cha'll (that cha'll) Time to stack ya'll (stack ya'll) Nowadays everybody wanna rat cha'll (wanna rat cha'll) And it don't even matter where you at cha'll (where you at cha'll) When the feds come and get you that's that cha'll (that's that cha'll) Fake lieuteno, on a sing, make a demo Switch up ya ammo, fill out the memo Now you got the dogs locked up in the kennel Rat, talking to the cops like that On a 3-4 P you can't cop like that You ain't have a chance, fly from Japan Talk to the judge, get you out the can My man had the same case (that's my word) Spent three years in the same place, He still there Came down for a pill, it was still real there Money came between us, know you seen us Move like the teamsters in the beamers Get blacked down and hit the cleaners The feds know everything, who bled and everything Before we got red, honeys giving us head Herion and guns is on the files of Styles But they came in the crib, lifting the towel Heard the sergent scream out "start stripping the child" And they blew down the door ?? snitching involved Wonder who? A boss, or a nigga under you Probably figure it out, when you sit for one or two Six months in bail, is how you catch a snail Moving real slow, tryin to steal dough * Repeat Lies to the story, mines yours and the truth What you talk for? They ain't even had no proof But you play this street business, all in the street To visit him now, you gotta drive for a week What you expect? Messing with the guard so tough Fuck calling his bluff, they made him put his cards up Your hands, wrists, and neck was rocked up Now 23 hours a day you locked up Your girl, she out in the world, knocked up By some cat you supposed that shot up Man enough to eat steak wit em, get cake em But you scared to go upstate wit em Where you going, you won't get good sleep no more See the street no more, or skeet no more Ride around in the P, with the heat no more From top to not even on your feet no more 'Fore they gave ya any time, you spoke your mind Since they giving out jerseys, get on line For your football numbers, wanna take us all under What happened to shorty? They gave him tall numbers I don't think so, I don't think so either But he told em every thing he knew and made em hit the ?? |
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from Dj Clue? - The Professional 2 (2000)
(feat. Cam'Ron, Fabolous, The LOX, Nature)
[Nature] Peronas the crib sicker than Madonna's Gettin more press then Elien Gonzalez Some niggas tell me I'm the hottest I never cool off Criticize the shit I write but it's never too soft Snatch channels like I'm Disney Half grizzlie unexplain When niggas see me they duck Hoppin i pass quickley Someone to laugh wit me get acquainted They know exactly when a niggas famous Or livin dangerous The kid got a glow like i just came home Try to dull me Niggas that owe be hiding from me Changin their names Screenin their calls The dreamcast in the crib Never leavin at all Playin NBA 2K for two days straight Fifty dollas a game Ket me polish my gain Withdrawin at the bank Never deposit a thing Yo I gotta make a dolla wit slang [Cam'ron] Back in the day we was slave Whips and chains Its tradition All i got whips and chains All i did Flip some cane Now a nigga sick of the range Only a new six could fix the pain Look at all these goose bumps round my wrist and veins Milton Bradley wanna get my game 5-0 wanna frisk my frame I dont deal wit cheap blow When i shoot no block Sort of like a free throw Cant miss And one of you bitches burn me and i cant piss Got me itchin like its dandrif You gone see the back of cam hand quick you dam bitch Im a stomp you stab you Look at you you dam bitch Ya love I would dumb back out Everybody like "killa When u come back out," Listen I like rap Routine had to stop Met a new connect got it 18 a whop Cops on payroll every block got blow We fight every night Reunite then pop Mo Thats how it is when you deal wit me And I dont feel tv Only real tv Real money real gats real cats real girls MTV I'll show you the real world Cats run up on you Splater your white eyes Thats only to make saturday night live Lookin for a casket got the right size Wanna bake a cake i got the right pies Crashed up the four But now the right five Lookin for beef you found the right guys Old folk say "cam stop ur route Why you gotta get the guns Just box it out" Listen that there is trife Only fightin is the doctor And thats for your life As for your wife Took her out just to tour town Bench press for what I lift four pounds Tear up your car All four doors down Cats wanna box Well heres four more rounds [Styles] Yo, Keep talkin bout convertibles and your ice I'ma smack you yap you and murder you Keep talkin bout your dawgs is this And you leavin out the part that your dawgs is bitch Lets get straight to the point Aint a nigga better than me Im agrivated and im fed to the T If I gotta do joints And im sittin for five When you remeniss about me Say the nigga was live I got twelve arm robberies pendin A dope charge, a gun charge Hard to see holiday bendin Wit a brand new case Twenty niggas, the ride A spot OT And some brand new base Why say names You could get who ever you know I got the gun cocked Ready to blow Dont compare his rhymes to mines Mines is real And his is just words and lines [Sheek] Now I'ma give it to you straight cause I don't cop no pleas Sheek Lush, a nigga who got lots of cheese Wit enough coke to stand on and slide like ski's And you could see your whole body on my H-R vreethe How you wanna do this shit Like the quick and the dead So i could cock back Empty out the back of your head Do a drive-by go head Im quick wit the heater I shoot threw you Your car And threw the parkin meter [Jadakiss] Look it ain't much to talk about, fuck you Fuck where you from, you better wear your gun Won't shoot nothin, but you will appear in court I put your brains everywhere so you could share your thoughts Few hot shells outta the chrome will leave you there Wit a funny smell like gun powder colon Listen everythings about the kiss The new dope out Sky blue CL 6 Wit the new poke outs Tired of the speculation faggit Everything is real here Ya aint gonna get wreck on jason Hold down the fort Could never be baught So I dont flip when the crackers wave checks in my facin Rather start gunnin Cause soon as you start chasin the money Thats when the money start runnin I drive by in a car service Hope out wit mad nigga Pull my phone out Like ya nervous [Fabolous] Like ya dont know the kid stay hittin benches Wit kay's of the cane Leave strays sittin inches Away from your brain In them grey kitted benzes I sway threw the lanes Now the nay's just sit and flinches When they see the chain Ya might not never come out My verses get heard I'm a hustler I dont sleep from the first to the third Take the ???? to Cali But the shots go quickly Put red spots on your neck And they not no hickeys The truck still got those micky's And dont even pass it my way If its not no sticky No matter where Im at I pop regaurdless Cause I get knocked I cut a check Ya gone drop the charges Put three holes in head Make em look like bowlin balls Come threw in spring Wit nikes that dont get sold till fall So I could hardly care Cause the only way I see time behind bars If its a cartier |
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from Paris Hilton - Paris (2006)
Yo this gurl is so hot...so sexy
Every time I turn around the boys fighting over me Every time I step out the house they want to fight over me Maybe cuz im hot to death and I'm so so so sexy All the boyz all the silly boyz they want to fight over me Every time I turn around the boys fighting over me Every time I step out the house they want to fight over me Maybe cuz I'm hot to death and I'm so so so sexy All the boyz all the silly boyz they want to fight over me [Jadakiss] we in the VIP killing the oncen whoever ain't two stepping is really bouncing yeah you know the name of the game so let go of your dame she chose me ever since the DJ announce them she got the right to low button down or YSL shades the ice is bright too and I'm around goons moms gonna let me get her promise to send her back tomorrow around noon soar looser but a good winner besides she could use a lil hood in her a 40 from auto bond and a hood dinner with a binner and a rage back sit at the cina get violent money wanna drop me its something on the tip of my plakyness spit silence I don't feel haters and if you feeling sum kinda way email them and tell them u still jadakisss Every time I turn around the boys fighting over me Every time I step out the house they want to fight over me Maybe cuz I'm hot to death and I'm so so so sexy All the boyz all the silly boyz they want to fight over me Boyz boyz boyz boyz fighting over me |
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from The LOX - Money, Power & Respect (1998)
(Puff talking)
Why they always talking about money? Cause we like money bitch Yeah, yeah, yeah L-O-X and we won't stop Bad Boy, I'm a show you how we get this money (Stylez) You can't take this Players hate this Rainbow glow European bracelet Made his mouth drop, now he need a face lift Mommies run up on me and ask me to taste it Hand on my crotch Got to be the sales or the band on my watch Damn I'm so hot! They call me arrogent While you slide with seven mommies in a Caravan You start traveling I'll make you a believer Hotter in the club getting brain from a diva Leave with a beezer Black Cadillac riding with an old geezer With ten different hustles so every foe sees us No reason We just peas in a pod trying to get the paper We the g's in the lot Long as the water boil we bound to keep it hot It's gon' be turmoil if you thinking that it's not Chorus x2 (Puff) I'm a show you how you get this money (Make it hot) I'm a show you how you get this money (Don't stop) I'm a show you how you get this money (I fucks wit you) I'm a show you how you get this money (Get money) (Jadakiss) Three fly cats that get money with go gimmicks Y'all just so timid My soldiers be no limit What you know about renting a yacht with twenty jet-skis And riding out till the Coast Guard come and get me Beat that! Me, Stylez, and Sheek be like 4, 5, 6 so no matter what you roll you can't beat that Who you know could take an old record and flip like Puff? From small clubs to arenas Who flip like us? Everytime they pull up Whips be plush Chicks be tough Bad Boy, Hits R Us Back it's me, West Indies Slimmy Me and Kimmy And I taught her how to say, "May I have a steady gimme" I ain't bustin cause we picked up them joints you tossed Y'all was hot until The Lox came and cooled y'all off It's the Kiss Are you hearing me? I think I'm blessed lyrically Mad rappers with three LP's sill fearing me Chorus x2 (Sheek) You see, we bounce on tracks like bas-ketball And bust down songs till our throat need Halls L-O-X-pedition I spend all day fishing And won't catch one Just me and mommy out in the sun Just sailing, chain so icy if I threw it up You think it was hailing Don't even ask me what the price be To go to a show, no clubs just arenas Headliner Stevie Wonder, no small cat between us After parties be goin like Venus My chick gots be the meanest Before I come That night If she ain't she ain't partying right That's how we like to play in Bad Boys with all the fly shit And that's how we do the chips kid Multiplying Beef, don't apply it Please don't try it cause we ain't with that But if so you gon' need a plastic bag where your shit at Lox and we got that cash you want to get at Chorus x3 |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Of Death / Explicit Version (2004)
[Jada] Ah-ha! [Chorus] Shorty gettin it in with me (uh-huh) Shorty gettin it in with me (yeah) She said I brought some friends with me, but I don't know why Because they ain't gettin in with me (uh-uh) Shorty gettin it in with me (yeah, yeah) Shorty gettin it in with me (uh-huh) She said I brought some friends with me, but I don't know why (yeah) Because they ain't gettin in with me (yo) [Verse One: Jadakiss] You know me, I'm with a ghetto diva, stiletto fever Jell-o shots, yellow reefer Same rules apply, I'm back on top You can't drink or smoke if you not gon' pop See me in the popcorn drop, not gon' stop Takin shots of Catron, gettin top on yachts The medallion's a mountain, rock on rocks The whole world wanna know when this lock gon' drop Without a doubt, she acknowledge the wealth Since she ain't give brains, I told her let me get some knowledge of self Then I told her be proud of yourself and dig deep And try to see what you could get out of yourself After all that, I told her to fall back The Ferrari truck parked in the back is all black Next time, bring some friends and more 'gnac It depends how I feel in the morn' if I call back, what [Chorus] [Verse Two: Kanye West] Yeah, Kanye to the, yeah I'm with this bad Ethiopian chick, drinkin straight up liquor I told her I'm nigger-ian, a straight up nigga Now is it just me, or do them ugg's Have girls be lookin like sheepskin rugs Some rhyme with a name, some rhyme nameless Don't try to treat me like I AIN'T FAMOUS My apologies, are you into astrology Cause I'm, I'm tryin to make it to Uranus See that's a little Don Juan game All across your chest like Sean John name Niggaz tryin to figure out since Kan came Who the rookie of the year, me or LeBron James They say whoa, don't get caught up in the hype Ain't no tellin they gon' love you after tonight Well if tonight's the night, pop bottles, fuck models Spend money 'til you broke, my nigga live your life! [Jada] Ah-ha! [Chorus] [Verse Three: Jadakiss] Shorty gettin it in with me, 600 Benz with me She wanna spend with me, uhh She see me roll up the bud, then thug out the club Cause I got my mens with me, uhh She said she leavin her friends for me They ain't gettin in with her, cause she gon' bend for me, uhh Her tongue spin like a rim for me, do what she can for me Look like a ten for me, uhh Now shorty is out with me, usin her mouth for me She lookin out for me, uhh She said 'Kiss where you live, I said you see the Bridge when you step on the balcony, let's go [Chorus] [Jada] Ah-ha! |
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from Sheek Louch - Silverback Gorilla (2008)
L O X gettin' stronger
Dblock gettin' stronger Hip hop gettin' stronger Chea, chea, chea, chea L O X gettin' stronger Dblock gettin' stronger Hip hop gettin' stronger Chea, chea, chea, chea Sheek Louch cummin' through wavin' the 4, 4 Night boots, black hudie, tell me who want war Coke on the glass table, some rock vodka Dutchie rolled, soaked 'n' quevlow gold Ma swag is up, ma bars in tight The house, the bitches, the jewelry, the cars is right The hammer light, titanium I'll put 3 in ya cranium Like pop, pop, pop Cannot stop Now bring it back It used to be 500 k in the closet Now it's a couple M's every time I deposit Tell the young boys it ain't really nothin', it's lojik Stack whatever you get, don't spend, you got it On top of that stay consistent with your product Don't matter if it's just weed or if it's narcotic Due time you'll be pullin' of the lot in something exotic L O X gettin' stronger Dblock gettin' stronger Hip hop gettin' stronger Chea, chea, chea, chea L O X gettin' stronger Dblock gettin' stronger Hip hop gettin' stronger Chea, chea, chea, chea Boss dundotta Dance with the devil Never bought the bitch product You ain't gettin' notta Pam won't light, I'm going light it hotta Then a slug from my 4 pound Like sum pretty pussy 1's I'm a tear you all down We can go to war now L.O X muthafucka Rich on a plane Couple bucks 'n' ma trucka Shoot from anywhere Like niggas in the rukus Gettin stronga, barral longa Coup shorter, jar of dat water Malinium flow Kamora times 2, malinium hoe Tattooed up diamond cross Hip hops Randy Moss Dump the whole clip and toss Hottest group Let the beef loup And we barry you niggas In yo pocket like kiss and jiggas Big money, big car And big cagars L O X gettin' stronger Dblock gettin' stronger Hip hop gettin' stronger Chea, chea, chea, chea L O X gettin' stronger Dblock gettin' stronger Hip hop gettin' stronger Chea, chea, chea, chea Comas, frunaral Wheelchairs paraplegics Reel life so you gotta believe it If you did have a goal Then you gotta acheive it 'Cause your body stays hear But your soul gotta leave it Square feet, hot wheels 200 bricks 1 shot deals 'Cause every body down will pop pills It's hard to top that Point blank the goddest got crack We U P S body parts back I don't get the newest Benz I get the newest house, newest business I learned that from my Jewish friend I brake bread with the Arabs But I'm African So I got doe chillen in the gray Calv I could hit u with a hook Or a straight jab Or I could cock it back 'N' shoot you in ya face, hag And you know I'm from Y O nigga I got every kind of charger Even the Y O nigga L O X gettin' stronger Dblock gettin' stronger Hip hop gettin' stronger |
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from Jadakiss - The Last Kiss (2009)
Now we shinin' hard just like we wanna do
Grindin' day and night so we can kick off our shoes And live a glamorous life, look what we made it too We some real life bosses, got 'em lookin' at you We grind hard, oh, to play harder, oh We touch the stars, oh, that's what they call us, oh We grind hard, oh, to buy the mall up, oh We grind hard, oh, to play harder, harder Yo, 24/7, 365 If we ain't breaking them down Then we letting them fly No, never I, always we I came in the game dividing the pies by three Then we got famished so we set standards Very similar to the ten crack commandments Some couldn't take it, others got lost and couldn't make it We wanted to floss but couldn't fake it The hood embraced it, the rest is basic No need to rush, be extra patient The new 4 door Porsche is extra spacious Same entourage, no extra faces Hands down the best, no explanations And to the top is the next destination And there ain't no time outs Death is the only time we gon' sign out So we gon' grind out Now we shinin' hard just like we wanna do Grindin' day and night so we can kick off our shoes And live a glamorous life, look what we made it too We some real life bosses, got 'em lookin' at you We grind hard, oh, to play harder, oh We touch the stars, oh, that's what they call us, oh We grind hard, oh, to buy the mall up, oh We grind hard, oh, to play harder, harder Yo, top 5 dead or alive's what they consider 'em Soon as them things come in we get rid of 'em More money, more problems, gotta live with 'em Only thing they care about is what you givin' them Not the energy that you wasted in the game Or the tears that trickle down your face from the pain The time your jaw cracked you wasted the cane Had to do two shifts to make it the same That all changed soon as you tasted the fame And it was all worth it after you made you a name Thanks to our Heavenly Father We fly on the jet now instead of the charter Leave a nice tip in the front for the gardener Do a lot of listenin' so we stay smarter Everybody's a hero when they get scarred up It's my ball, check it up, y'all better guard up, let's go Now we shinin' hard just like we wanna do Grindin' day and night so we can kick off our shoes And live a glamorous life, look what we made it too We some real life bosses, got 'em lookin' at you We grind hard, oh, to play harder, oh We touch the stars, oh, that's what they call us, oh We grind hard, oh, to buy the mall up, oh We grind hard, oh, to play harder, harder When we stepped out of the car The whole damn world's lookin' at us 'Cause they knew what's wrong before Now we ain't hurt no more You can bring me the bill, I'll sign my name Now we're flyin' private planes and such Lookin' like a million bucks You can't tell me nothin' Now we shinin' hard just like we wanna do Grindin' day and night so we can kick off our shoes And live a glamorous life, look what we made it too We some real life bosses, got 'em lookin' at you We grind hard, oh, to play harder, oh We touch the stars, oh, that's what they call us, oh We grind hard, oh, to buy the mall up, oh We grind hard, oh, to play harder, harder |
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from Jadakiss - The Last Kiss (Explicit Version) (2009)
Now we shinin' hard just like we wanna do
Grindin' day and night so we can kick off our shoes And live a glamorous life, look what we made it too We some real life bosses, got 'em lookin' at you We grind hard, oh, to play harder, oh We touch the stars, oh, that's what they call us, oh We grind hard, oh, to buy the mall up, oh We grind hard, oh, to play harder, harder Yo, 24/7, 365 If we ain't breaking them down Then we letting them fly No, never I, always we I came in the game dividing the pies by three Then we got famished so we set standards Very similar to the ten crack commandments Some couldn't take it, others got lost and couldn't make it We wanted to floss but couldn't fake it The hood embraced it, the rest is basic No need to rush, be extra patient The new 4 door Porsche is extra spacious Same entourage, no extra faces Hands down the best, no explanations And to the top is the next destination And there ain't no time outs Death is the only time we gon' sign out So we gon' grind out Now we shinin' hard just like we wanna do Grindin' day and night so we can kick off our shoes And live a glamorous life, look what we made it too We some real life bosses, got 'em lookin' at you We grind hard, oh, to play harder, oh We touch the stars, oh, that's what they call us, oh We grind hard, oh, to buy the mall up, oh We grind hard, oh, to play harder, harder Yo, top 5 dead or alive's what they consider 'em Soon as them things come in we get rid of 'em More money, more problems, gotta live with 'em Only thing they care about is what you givin' them Not the energy that you wasted in the game Or the tears that trickle down your face from the pain The time your jaw cracked you wasted the cane Had to do two shifts to make it the same That all changed soon as you tasted the fame And it was all worth it after you made you a name Thanks to our Heavenly Father We fly on the jet now instead of the charter Leave a nice tip in the front for the gardener Do a lot of listenin' so we stay smarter Everybody's a hero when they get scarred up It's my ball, check it up, y'all better guard up, let's go Now we shinin' hard just like we wanna do Grindin' day and night so we can kick off our shoes And live a glamorous life, look what we made it too We some real life bosses, got 'em lookin' at you We grind hard, oh, to play harder, oh We touch the stars, oh, that's what they call us, oh We grind hard, oh, to buy the mall up, oh We grind hard, oh, to play harder, harder When we stepped out of the car The whole damn world's lookin' at us 'Cause they knew what's wrong before Now we ain't hurt no more You can bring me the bill, I'll sign my name Now we're flyin' private planes and such Lookin' like a million bucks You can't tell me nothin' Now we shinin' hard just like we wanna do Grindin' day and night so we can kick off our shoes And live a glamorous life, look what we made it too We some real life bosses, got 'em lookin' at you We grind hard, oh, to play harder, oh We touch the stars, oh, that's what they call us, oh We grind hard, oh, to buy the mall up, oh We grind hard, oh, to play harder, harder |
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from Mariah Carey - Honey [single] (1997)
Honey, You can have me when you want me
If you just simply ask me to be there And you're the only one who makes me come running Cause what you got is far beyond compare And its just like honey When your love comes over me Oh baby, I've got a dependancy Always strung out for another taste of your honey *Chorus* It's like honey really washes over me You know sugar never ever was so sweet And I'm dyin for ya, cryin for ya, I adore ya One hit of your love addicted me Now I'm strung out on you darlin' Don't you see every night and day I cant hardly wait for another taste of honey Honey I can't describe How good it feels inside Honey I can't describe How good it feels inside *Chorus* I can't be elusive with you Honey Cause It's blatant that I've feeling you And it's too hard for me to leave abruptly Cause you're the only thing I wanna do And it's just like Honey When your love comes over me Oh baby, I've got a dependancy Always strung out for another Taste of your honey *Chorus* It's like honey really washes over me You know sugar never ever was so sweet And I'm dyin for ya, cryin for ya, I adore ya One hit of your love addicted me Now I'm strung out on you darlin' Don't you see every night and day I cant hardly wait for another taste of honey Honey I can't describe How good it feels inside Honey I can't describe How good it feels inside *Chorus* |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Of Death / Explicit Version (2004)
[Intro - Jadakiss] (Pharrell) AH-HA! (hot sauce to go) Light in the incense, backup And turn the lights off in the motherfucker! (Hot sauce to go) Right now! Please! Thank you, muah! Ahah-ha! (hot sauce to go) You know who it is! (Jada) The obvious is beautiful! (hot sauce to go) Marlvelous, I'm getting older [Chorus - Pharrell Williams] (w/ Jada ad-libs) You got to move wit the groove As she lay on the one's and two's Wait a minute, wait a minute You gon stink up the room! Wit that big ol' ass! [Verse - Jadakiss] Yo, we gon hit something I'm cutting the rug wit love Or I'm on the wall pressed up against something You should let em know the boss is back So y'all niggas that went wood go get more shalack I see bowlegs backing it in I put it on her wit the ol' school two step, clap and a spin Filled up her cup, slid her a dutch You know what's happenin then (what?) in And all I did was having a grin Off top let her know I ain't one of these dudes Rhyming to lose, naw ma I'm rapping to win Yeah! yes! They know the God be fresh I'm on that ass blowing purple on the washing set And even though I came wit thugs You still might catch a few of them 'Stepping In The Name Of Love' Uh! It's D on the Block, the Ryde is Ruff And you wit the motherfucking Billionaire Boys Club! [Chorus - Pharrell Williams] (w/ Jada ad-libs) You got to move wit the groove As she lay on the one's and two's Wait a minute, wait a minute You gon stink up the room! Wit that big ol' ass! Would you go to jail, LIGHT ME UP! Go to jail, LIGHT ME UP! Would you go to jail, LIGHT ME UP! Go to jail, LIGHT ME UP! You got to move wit the groove As she lay on the one's and two's Wait a minute, wait a minute You gon stink up the room! Wit that big ol' ass! [Verse - Jadakiss] Gangsta leanin, Kiss be in the bank wit cream and My wrists and my neck be gleamin Whatever I got cost, Honey look hotter than Hot Sauce That's why I get to hop in a drop Porsche Then she get dropped off, told her that the whole block pop off She come through, take them rocks off And therefore, wanna know, what would they stare for They heard about the work, it's as white as your Air Force Maybe it's the voice that the world got an ear for Most of these rappers, I just don't care for So I be on the honies wit the big ol' asses Hypno and Cleako in big ol' glasses We could do the damn thang, order the champagne Honey's Head of the State, and I'm running the Campaign If you coming, c'mon, if not I'm gone Other than that, yo Pharrell, sing my song! [Chorus - Pharrell Williams] (w/ Jada ad-libs) You got to move wit the groove As she lay on the one's and two's Wait a minute, wait a minute You gon stink up the room! Wit that big ol' ass! Would you go to jail, LIGHT ME UP! Go to jail, LIGHT ME UP! Would you go to jail, LIGHT ME UP! Go to jail, LIGHT ME UP! Hot sauce to go.. hot sauce to go [Verse - Jadakiss] Hey yo, Honey got a goon thinking That ass like that, she could have the room stinking I - picked her up in the maroon Lincoln Blew her back out until the moon sank in Spend the profit, hold on the to the re Lock me up, hold on the to key I want you to wake up in the morning wit me I got it bad for ya, breakfast and a cab for ya [Chorus - Pharrell Williams] (w/ Jada ad-libs) You got to move wit the groove As she lay on the one's and two's Wait a minute, wait a minute You gon stink up the room! Wit that big ol' ass! Would you go to jail, LIGHT ME UP! Go to jail, LIGHT ME UP! Would you go to jail, LIGHT ME UP! Go to jail, LIGHT ME UP! Hot sauce watch out.. hot sauce to go Hot sauce to go.. hot sauce to go |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Of Death / Explicit Version (2004)
Got to Make you Understaaaand I wanna be your man, I want to be your man ! Hey ladies |
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from Puff Daddy - No Way Out (1997)
[Verse One: Styles]
My click is in it til it's over, never sober Bustin over, lay in the lane with the 'caine in the Rover Pray to Jehovah, for the nigga with the Ruger The young Don, the Heron mover You know my hustle, I bring the fo' pound to the tussle Motherfuck your pit with no muzzle So chill cuzo, let me blow for my niggaz Runnin round, get down like motherfuckin gorillas Shorty bop the wolop, in the spot with the dollop Pot full of acid, I got the game mastered Move dimes, hit twenties addicted to gettin money It could be a hundred degrees and never look sunny Black I'm tryin to live, somethin got to give But everyday's the same old, runnin from po-po Mom think I'm loco, cause I sell crack and puff cocoa Yo, it's the style see it's still the same And when worse comes to worse, I steal the 'ciane Papi know my face, so he don't expect it Runnin from the gutter so he gots to accept it Stripped his ass naked, then I put a slug in him He just another motherfucker, ain't no love in him I put a bug in him, never sleep on one who never slept I take my last breath every time I hit the meth It's the D to the E, M to the O N Blowin, steady playin shotgun, throwin Don't you see the shorty with the baseball cap Don't make me flip motherfucker with this baseball bat Best to brace yo' gat, 'fore I brace mine, cause I lace nine from yo' dome to yo' motherfuckin spine [Chorus: Puff Daddy] I be, that nigga that yo' niggaz can't fuck wit That nigga that yo' bitches wanna creep wit That nigga that you can't get along wit Playa hate but you wanna do a song wit That nigga that you see in the videos That nigga with the jewels and the jiggy hoes That nigga that'll die for his main man That nigga with the gettin money gameplan [Verse Two: Sheek] Haven't you heard that Bad Boys move in silence yet? When you increase the peace, the mo' wild it get I'm only sizin you niggaz from the waist up And I ain't, wettin no parts you can't touch with makeup Mr. Jacob without the Ladder It don't matter clap your wake up and do a shakeup nobody badder, since the, baby finksta I was in the playpen wai-tin for kids to enter Shit I even blitz the rich to get chips Housekeeper disguised with the nine bubble grip Extra clip in the vacumn if I slip Room service ring the alarm and get the bomb Blown the hall pearl wide been long gone Plus I got the power to ramshack, you dig that? Worldwide while you simply thug where you live at [Chorus] [Verse Three: Jadakiss] You don't really wanna get involved, with the L-O-X car-tellers, Goodfellas, that's who we are You can't outsell us, it ain't shit you could tell us Jealous dog, cause we spread like relish Bad Boys, and we all eat together When it go down, then we draw heat together Since I made the connection with the big man I done got big plans, to be a little nigga in the big Land Ghetto star, presidential all gift wrapped And what you call weight? I know cats who sniff that Enjoy life, what are you sayin? If the DA ain't got a nigga payin, papi got him weighin Anything to do with money you can count J in Next time we bring it to these faggots we ain't playin Cream of the crop, and we ain't never gon' stop Hittin you in your head with that butter from The Lox [Chorus] - fades out |
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from Jadakiss - The Last Kiss (2009)
Everyday, somethin' in my way, I try
Shit ain't goin' right, I try to see the light, I try It's like my eyes got a cover on 'em And somethin' holdin' me back A better man, better level, better know, I try Yeah yo, listen, I done played with the snakes in the grass Paid for my mistakes I made in the past Everybody ate when I came wit the cash At least I tried to ride the wave till it crashed Same wood on the gun handle is on the dash All the hoods that son ran through is on smash They can't identify you wit a mask And the Bible will tell you nothin' is gonna last The name of da game's survival If you make it alive when you ride through, they make it arrival My boo is gon' ride, you know I am gon' ride, too Make an M everyday, I am gon' try to, let's go Everyday, somethin' in my way, I try Shit ain't goin' right, I try to see the light, I try It's like my eyes got a cover on 'em And somethin' holdin' me back A better man, better level, better know, I try Yeah yo, I tried to tell niggas I'm willin' to blast for it I only try to give it to niggas that ask for it Got them things on the scale, I'm still weighin' 'em Thought my dues was paid, I'm still payin' 'em Couple Elanor's and the Goose I am still payin' 'em Semi's and the fulli's know that the truth stay wit 'em Wolves and gorillas is loose so don't play with 'em Somethin's holdin' 'em back, nothin' that you could say to 'em Popped champagne wit Biggie at the Palladium Put that good hawk work in with the titaniums Shit switch around when them heats get fired And ya peeps just died but I least he tried, let's go Everyday, somethin' in my way, I try Shit ain't goin' right, I try to see the light, I try It's like my eyes got a cover on 'em And somethin' holdin' me back A better man, better level, better know, I try Yeah, watch the game get tooken over I am still on the same side of the fence, I am just lookin' over A solider from the gravel to the grass To the obstacles in life I traveled in the past Whether I'm holdin' a mic or holdin' a Mac It's like an invisible force is holdin' me back But I ain't lettin' go of my pride After I get the dough I slide, better know I tried, let's go Everyday, somethin' in my way, I try Shit ain't goin' right, I try to see the light, I try It's like my eyes got a cover on 'em And somethin' holdin' me back A better man, better level, better know, I try Here come another day up on me Put the pressure on me, here we go again, ah I try to do what's right when life is so wrong I want a better way, I see a better day 'Nuff wit the people said, I want a better me God knows that I try but time won't wait for me Everyday, somethin', in my way, I try Shit ain't goin' right, I try to see the light, I try It's like my eyes got a cover on 'em And somethin' holdin' me back A better man, better level, better know, I try |
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from Jadakiss - The Last Kiss (Explicit Version) (2009)
Everyday, somethin' in my way, I try
Shit ain't goin' right, I try to see the light, I try It's like my eyes got a cover on 'em And somethin' holdin' me back A better man, better level, better know, I try Yeah yo, listen, I done played with the snakes in the grass Paid for my mistakes I made in the past Everybody ate when I came wit the cash At least I tried to ride the wave till it crashed Same wood on the gun handle is on the dash All the hoods that son ran through is on smash They can't identify you wit a mask And the Bible will tell you nothin' is gonna last The name of da game's survival If you make it alive when you ride through, they make it arrival My boo is gon' ride, you know I am gon' ride, too Make an M everyday, I am gon' try to, let's go Everyday, somethin' in my way, I try Shit ain't goin' right, I try to see the light, I try It's like my eyes got a cover on 'em And somethin' holdin' me back A better man, better level, better know, I try Yeah yo, I tried to tell niggas I'm willin' to blast for it I only try to give it to niggas that ask for it Got them things on the scale, I'm still weighin' 'em Thought my dues was paid, I'm still payin' 'em Couple Elanor's and the Goose I am still payin' 'em Semi's and the fulli's know that the truth stay wit 'em Wolves and gorillas is loose so don't play with 'em Somethin's holdin' 'em back, nothin' that you could say to 'em Popped champagne wit Biggie at the Palladium Put that good hawk work in with the titaniums Shit switch around when them heats get fired And ya peeps just died but I least he tried, let's go Everyday, somethin' in my way, I try Shit ain't goin' right, I try to see the light, I try It's like my eyes got a cover on 'em And somethin' holdin' me back A better man, better level, better know, I try Yeah, watch the game get tooken over I am still on the same side of the fence, I am just lookin' over A solider from the gravel to the grass To the obstacles in life I traveled in the past Whether I'm holdin' a mic or holdin' a Mac It's like an invisible force is holdin' me back But I ain't lettin' go of my pride After I get the dough I slide, better know I tried, let's go Everyday, somethin' in my way, I try Shit ain't goin' right, I try to see the light, I try It's like my eyes got a cover on 'em And somethin' holdin' me back A better man, better level, better know, I try Here come another day up on me Put the pressure on me, here we go again, ah I try to do what's right when life is so wrong I want a better way, I see a better day 'Nuff wit the people said, I want a better me God knows that I try but time won't wait for me Everyday, somethin', in my way, I try Shit ain't goin' right, I try to see the light, I try It's like my eyes got a cover on 'em And somethin' holdin' me back A better man, better level, better know, I try |
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from The LOX - Money, Power & Respect (1998)
(Jadakiss) Yo, you can't fake it Life's only what you make it Front, be a snake, mess around, get your weight it Ex-school boy who wanna go and try to take shit Found his body, in the projects, naked I ain't gonna lie, If I wasn't doing this now I'd probably'd be tied down, in a small town With my eyes on a couple of guys With their eyes on a couple of pies Cause I will survive Brains, is the key to the game If you ain't got none, what good is a shotgun? If you ain't got guns, then you better cop some 'Cause the New World Order's around the block, dun Streets be where Lox get their props from Check us on the Internet, L-O-X dot com (lox.com) A worldwide message, I try to express it The best I could, for ya'll to cherish, till I perish Chorus (Kelly Price) I wanna thank you, heavenly Father For shining your light on me It's been a long time Since I had someone to love me I owe my thanks to thee (Styles) They never expressed, that life's a part of death They never go there, but you can blow here The 25 to life and greens from below Where, outta nowhere, you in the bus, hands is cuffed Can't call your Mom, dog, you know times is rough you was out yesterday, stressing a better way Funny thing, they always seem to lock down Kings And the thugs on the street just love to say, "It's all foul." Watch the honeys check your style Worthless, when they worship, what you purchase They only see ice, not me, under the surface What's the purpose? I just, go my way Know my way, 'till bullets blow my way Which they might, 'cause any night can change your life Keep your state of mind tight and remain alright It's plain to fight, but different to shoot And might do it If you ain't 10 different ways to get loot. Chorus (Kelly Price) (Sheek) Hey, yo, we handle rap like we do the street Holding heat It's them same crooked niggas Watching dough, ain't nothing sweet, word Buying beats is like copping grams Niggas got too many scams To give you garbage, slide the butters to their mans That's aiight, though 'Cause even ready rock gets sold on our block Watch us turn nothing into nitro And we don't mingle 'Cause none of us don't really know you From the heart, we never talk to strangers So why start? Anyway, we're rapping for this luxury shit I watch wild niggas blow See how plush shit can get But we ain't trying to kiss ass to blow up fast We gonna take our time and rely strictly on the rhyme If I, wasn't that cat, Sheek Lucian, that rap Would you still be my man And pass your bottle to my hand Would I be in the rain While you pass me in the Land Oh, you think by now that I don't already know your plan To get next to me and possibly sex me Then slip Ecstasy inside a nigga's Pepsi Money'll never amount to respect, B And you don't wanna test me 'Cause God blessed me. Chorus (Kelly Price) And I know I know that it could not happen without you I know it could not happen without you |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Tha Game Goodbye (2001)
(feat. Parle)
(HOOK 2X: Jadakiss and Parle) I'm a gangsta Yeah, motherfucker I'm a thug Uh, please believe I'm a pimp girl C'mon, let's go and I'm a hustler, a hustler do it, do it, do it... (Verse 1) Yo, I'm a gangsta, cuz I do gangsta shit matter fact from now on call me gangsta Kiss you already know I handle my business slay you then your man before the first candle's finished feel good when I walk through the hood best part is, I don't gotta flow I just talk to the hood and I do alotta readin, and only eat pasta shrimp fettucini, and pine a la vaca came here talkin slick, all that real shit that's why I'm somethin to deal wit even though I wanted Gore to win I can fuck with Bush though, cuz he gon let the raw come in bigger the boss, bigger the picture bullets is bisexual, cuz they hit niggas and bitches in a Deville with dubs in the back on a cell phone riffin I'm all of the above just listen (HOOK) (Verse 2) Yo, I'm a thug so I blow on weed get money like it grow on trees have all these hoes roll on E some of my niggas even stole on D's work 12 hour shifts, just gimme the word I get 12 cowards hit, never givin a fuck 18's on the Coupe, deuce O's on the truck tell P hold the hammer while I handle the dice shoot him in his bandanna he aint gamblin right I need a 360 Medina, charcoal gray treat my guns like my dogs, let 'em bark all day in a three floor condo with the spiral stairs made it past the front desk, then the rifle's here I'm the motherfuckin big shot, I get down wit a 17, 16, 10 and a six shot fuck with Kiss get your wig rocked and if you're smart you'll bounce when my motherfuckin shit drop (HOOK) (Verse 3) Yo, I'm a pimp girl catch me at the bar with a bottle of Cuervo mami's rubbin my webo and this is what got me the ass honey said her drink was hot so I put my watch in her glass then she aint even wanna get breakfast she just wanna hop right up in the truck and get reckless top from the club all the way to the exit ask me her name, couldn't tell you if I guessed it my bitches don't know nothing, don't say nothing and they pay for everything, I don't pay nothing I'm a white tee pimp, fresh headband dirty denim, Timbaland, or a Nike pimp I like to eat shrimp, and I don't keep a broad long enough to love 'em now dog that's some deep shit cuz I don't believe in hoes explorin no matter how bad you are you gone in the mornin (HOOK) |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Of Death / Explicit Version (2004)
[CHORUS: Nesha] I'm going back to the way (yeah) The way I used to be (uh-huh) I got no love for these niggas (naw) Cause they ain't got love for me (uh-uh) I'm going back to the way (yeah) The way I used to be (uh-huh) With no love for these niggas (naw) Cause they ain't got love for me yeah (uh, yeah) [VERSE 1: Jadakiss] Yo I don't go to church much but I need him a lot And the ryde is ruff that's why I got D on my block So you can't even get it less I give it to you hard And everybody don't get it then some niggas get a nod I done brung niggas shopping Brung niggas touring Those with high bails came home by the morning Kept niggas with Nikes on niggas lights on Not on no sucka shit trying to make it right for them Then you try to show 멷m shit The average nigga don't appreciate nothing so All that shit is over with Entourage light up more shooters than fighters People that's there to work stead is there to divide us No more royalties, loyal fees The less headaches it is More for me I'ma grown man It took me a minute to figure out My career is in my own hand [CHORUS: Nesha] I'm going back to the way The way I used to be I got no love for these niggas Cause they ain't got love for me I'm going back to the way (uh-huh) The way I used to be (uh) With no love for these niggas (naw) Cause they ain't got love for me yeah [VERSE 2: Jadakiss] Yo, as far as the industry goes Everybody's a foe Only a friend when they want you to flow I done came straight off the plane into another mans session And spit pain and ain't charge him a thing Had to make my line of respect real thinner Started getting real hungry I needed a real dinner Sin whoever you want, I'm kissing them all Did a track with everybody except Mr. Shakur To me a plaque ain't nothing But some shit for the wall And I ain't hating on the people who got 멷m I got a lot of 멷m But I don't got the money they got So I ain't proud of 멷m I'm proud of me Cause only I can get the guts out of me (what) [CHORUS: Nesha] I'm going back to the way (yeah) The way I used to be I got no love for these niggas (naw) Cause they ain't got love for me (uh) I'm going back to the way (uh-huh) The way I used to be (yeah) With no love for these niggas (naw) Cause they ain't got love for me yeah [VERSE 3: Jadakiss] Even though I'm strong The bullshit still be penetrating It ain't nothing personal ya'll I'm just ventilating It was starting to make me tense How I put a dent in the game And came back to make more dents More than one hand on the gun Just makes more prints The older I get The Bible starts to make more sense When I drive by and give you the horn I ain't flip, I'm just handling my business And keeping it going Instead of pieces, I'm getting the lumps for real for real And get a nigga ass like I did from the jump Cause usually a problem would help And you always gonna need somebody But all you got is yourself that's why [CHORUS: Nesha] I'm going back to the way The way I used to be I got no love for these niggas Cause they ain't got love for me I'm going back to the way The way I used to be With no love for these niggas Cause they ain't got love for me yeah |
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from Clipse - Lord Willin' (2002)
(feat. Jadakiss, Styles & Roscoe)
(Pusha T Talking) No no no..... I told you.... I live this shit (echoing) I aint just up here, rappin and tappin, spittin and skittin and shit Naw, uh uhh, not me I'm not you, I'm not you rapper, I'm not you.... Pusha (Pusha T) I keep that ziploc bustin at the stitches Culinary chemist, I serve the malicious, to break the fiends fixes One give you the sniffles, the other, leave you with the itches Transport airport with the vaseline, so I can, Fulfill my dreams of pastures that's green, more cash then ya seen With an Aston, it's green, me drivin up fast with the lean Zonin family, keep youngins in them rented Camrys Door panels full of shit and I aint full of shit Reckless ass, God forbid they don't crash, From the panel to the dash, its four pounds of slab Nah bitch we don't believe in air bags Cars turn tricks like them Ringling brother skits Whether bitch hop out, or the glock pop out, ya know what I'm about, Blow to ya sinus til the snot drop out (Jadakiss overlapping Pusha T's last line) Whoever said birds fly south for the winters a damn lie Got em right here, and if I don't like you the grams high Take it or leave it, soon as a fiend taste it they need it They could smoke it right in front of you to make you believe it Prolly think I won't murder you the way I smile But I'ma take alotta shots, A.I style Jada, the name is filthy, but so what, the motherfuckin game is filthy You know what, my mom and my pops really did a good job But it was the Montega, and the Cane the built me so I, Could never hate on another brother God is great, the devil is a motherfucker When you broke but they think you got money Crackers start showin you love, ya own people act funny I tear niggas heads off, I don't discriminate Waves, cornrows, or dreads, I will eliminate (Roscoe P. Coldchain) I'm far from a noodle nigga, I stab up block reps And turn quiet streets into hot sex Nigga that's funny you say you a killa how? What is it the return of the killer clown? You don't put no fear in my heart I make ya people say wow that didn't look like my man They flipped upside down, the coroner did what he can He got hit wit ten rounds, at pointblank, and pointblank Coldchian left that nigga stankin Half static and face I got the wrinkling, slugs all in it I had my eyes on his mink and, I didn't give em a chance to blink when, I dodged up on em, pressed the forty up on him shocked em Made his head stand on end and like a baby I rocked em The Coffin the cradle, you cant bite the hand that made you, That's the beginning of the end, and you a thug that pretends Carl Coldchain, suit the nigga, I got a great vision I see through men And squeeze triggers wit bullets that go through men (Styles P) Fuck wit S.P that's ya date with death Got bullets that'll grape ya chest, no sleep like I hate the rest I'm in the hood like its my fate to rep I hold it down, any place I step And I love gettin slept on Cuz I'm rawer than dope fresh outta Africa that never been stepped on Dog, Ima clap at you the minute that you rep wrong Holiday the ghost the main reason why ya set gone Why I love riffin the war you wouldn't understand Cuz my God is different than yours If the world spin in a circle I wanted men to move backwards Kill niggas the first minute they jerk you What you keep the toaster for, creepin through the hood and, Shit aint really good, but I'm deeper than the ocean floor Higher than a plane and meaner than a baller Want ya insides out so I mean it when (??) (Malice) Rappers is talking to me as if (come on) We in the same boat I tell them quick no I move Coke! (uh uhh) And you and I don't share no common bond, So forgive me if I don't recieve you with open arms (No) It shames me to no end, To feed poison to those who could very well be my kin (uh huh) But where there's demand, someone will supply So I feed them their needs at the same time cry Yes it pains me to see them need this All of them lost souls and I'm their Jesus Deepest regret and sympathy to the street I see no pity for they fix when they kids couldn't eat (so sorry) And with this in mind, I still didn't quit And that's how I know, that I aint shit (I aint shit) My heart bleed but that's aside from the fact, I live for my kids and theirs and them youngins after that |
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from The LOX - Money, Power & Respect (1998)
* If you really dig me, and you think I'm jiggy
Come on shorty let me know We can get together, we can do whatever But you cant get no dough Yo, since the Mona video you been trackin' me down tryin' to figure out how I lookin'perso-nal, Baby forget looks tell me can you roll with crooks the three hot niggas rising in the Billboard books, nigga we look at things through the big lens, big picture big Benz we try and make CEO ends, the thick chicks love us, big dick style niggas Cristal niggas, ya'll finesse this quick style niggas you didn't love me when my name was Sean Now you should see how bitches act when the Benjamins come on but I ain't hatin' em, you gotta love the ways females play Quickly use a neglige to getta get-away Five stars where the willies stay, and Sheek pay for nothing but thats what ya'll herbs get for frontin' I spend wild chips gettin' drunk up in the China Club, while you up in Skate Key wit a minor I know she wit it, I betta brick I could hit it Black tie affair I gotta fresh pair of British Ice Berg shirts with Ice along with it turquoise, 9-11 Porsche and it's tinted but honey got alot of jazz, You gotta philly You gotta bag, then she went inside the Prada bag Blew two and she said it was choice, like my voice my thug style made her cat moist that's the realest shit I heard, that's my word Regardless who she fucked, I'm the nigga she deserves I put her on the hole in Jerz, rockin' furs different ways to speak without using words And even though she proper I still gotta drop her Cuz Sheek dont like her, had a dream that he shot her I cant buy you ascotta, you get nada I'm the bounce with a chick that look a little bit hotter * Repeat They was never mine for me to dump em its just like checkers, after they make a move then I jump em It's like this girlfriend I'm a keep it real, every nigga with a deal ain't able to peel I'm a Bad Boy so I'm caked up with whips And guess what, I got more nuts than chips And they gon' melt right in your mouth not in your hand, You know that you aint my girl I'm not your man But do you still wanna lick me? or is cause I'm a six figgy niggy, and I know Biggie and I dont mess with no fat ladies but if you pay like you weigh then you can stay baby PJ slide to tha mo like that with this honey named trout cuz she blow like that and when we finish dont look at me like I owe nothin' cuz if you really dig then let me know something * Repeat (extra verse of album "If You Think I'm Jiggy" by the Lox) It's a drunk laid out in the V.I.P., can't talk about a 3 on 3 Heard a freak ask Sheek "Big Luch why don't you pee on me?" And her friend is tellin' Jay "I hold a key on me." And I'm laughin' to myself, I got a key on me And they friend in my ear like Lean On Me Told her to get some bare backs and cream on me... Yeak Sheek holler to these mommies "Ven aqui..." Gas 'em up easily and take 'em home with me Who respect this, can't keep her hands off my necklace If it's good, next week I'll put her on the guest list... This goes out to all ya'll There's too many names to call but ya'll know who ya'll are See me at the bar all eyes on the R... O-L to the E-X, sip the Henny and VS 112 sex styles baby, maybe we can fall in the L.O.X. files You betta believe we all scorin', yeah We can dance all night and do whatever all mornin'...ha ha...yeah... * Repeat(x2) |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Tha Game Goodbye (2001)
JadaKiss (talking)
Shut the door Bobby. You know why i dad to send the boys to come got you. Your talking like a bitch now bobby shut the fuck up. Yo bobby, come here i wanna tell you something. Come o- come over here, come over here, come over here... (kissing sound) Jadakiss (rapping) I got it now though baby... Uh, Mutha fukin' kiss of death nigga.. Lets go, J-A-D-A this is it right here, Kiss of death, just warn em' J-A-D-A, back by popular demand of the hood J-A-D-A WHat, brown skin rhaspy, one of a kind J-A-D-A, ah-ha! J to the (kissing noise) niggas know the voice of god. I'm just makin the kizar the chizamp is hizare they goin' haft ta get me at the top the gizame is mizine niggas this yizear whoever yall think can spit, i spit on em' (hacks up spit) to, Ah-Ha! JadaKiss (talking) We just sartin' this muthafuker Ruff Ryders, D-Block, Sright! Kiss of death muthafucka (kissing noise) |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Of Death / Explicit Version (2004)
JadaKiss (talking)
Shut the door Bobby. You know why i dad to send the boys to come got you. Your talking like a bitch now bobby shut the fuck up. Yo bobby, come here i wanna tell you something. Come o- come over here, come over here, come over here... (kissing sound) Jadakiss (rapping) I got it now though baby... Uh, Mutha fukin' kiss of death nigga.. Lets go, J-A-D-A this is it right here, Kiss of death, just warn em' J-A-D-A, back by popular demand of the hood J-A-D-A WHat, brown skin rhaspy, one of a kind J-A-D-A, ah-ha! J to the (kissing noise) niggas know the voice of god. I'm just makin the kizar the chizamp is hizare they goin' haft ta get me at the top the gizame is mizine niggas this yizear whoever yall think can spit, i spit on em' (hacks up spit) to, Ah-Ha! JadaKiss (talking) We just sartin' this muthafuker Ruff Ryders, D-Block, Sright! Kiss of death muthafucka (kissing noise) |
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from Jadakiss - I Love You (A Dedication To My Fans) The Mixtape (2011)
JadaKiss (talking)
Shut the door Bobby. You know why i dad to send the boys to come got you. Your talking like a bitch now bobby shut the fuck up. Yo bobby, come here i wanna tell you something. Come o- come over here, come over here, come over here... (kissing sound) Jadakiss (rapping) I got it now though baby... Uh, Mutha fukin' kiss of death nigga.. Lets go, J-A-D-A this is it right here, Kiss of death, just warn em' J-A-D-A, back by popular demand of the hood J-A-D-A WHat, brown skin rhaspy, one of a kind J-A-D-A, ah-ha! J to the (kissing noise) niggas know the voice of god. I'm just makin the kizar the chizamp is hizare they goin' haft ta get me at the top the gizame is mizine niggas this yizear whoever yall think can spit, i spit on em' (hacks up spit) to, Ah-Ha! JadaKiss (talking) We just sartin' this muthafuker Ruff Ryders, D-Block, Sright! Kiss of death muthafucka (kissing noise) |
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from Puff Daddy - No Way Out (1997)
Verse One: Puff Daddy
Now... what y'all wanna do? Wanna be ballers? Shot-callers? Brawlers -- who be dippin in the Benz wit the spoilers On the low from the Jake in the Taurus Tryin to get my hands on some Grants like Horace Yeah livin the raw deal, three course meals Spaghetti, fettucini, and veal But still, everything's real in the field And what you can't have now, leave in your will But don't knock me for tryin to bury seven zeros, over in Rio Dijanery Ain't nobody's hero, but I wanna be heard on your Hot 9-7 everyday, that's my word Swimmin in women wit they own condominiums Five plus Fives, who drive Millineums It's all about the Benjamins, what? I get a fifty pound bag of ooh for the mutts Five carats on my hands wit the cuts And swim in European figures Fuck bein a broke nigga Verse Two: Jadakiss (overlaps last two lines of Puff Daddy) I want a all chromed out wit the clutch, nigga Drinkin malt liquor, drivin a Bro' Vega I'm wit Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers (uhh) Rockin Bejor denims, wit gold zippers (c'mon) Lost your touch we kept ours, poppin Cristals Freakin the three-quarter reptiles (ahahah) Enormous cream, forrest green -- Benz jeep for my team so while you sleep I'ma scheme (that's right) We see through, that's why nobody never gon' believe you You should do what we do, stack chips like *Hebrews* Don't let the melody intrigue you (uh-uh) Cause I leave you, I'm only here for that green paper which lead you Verse Three: Sheek I'm strictly tryin to cop those, colossal sized Picasso's And have papi flip coke outside Delgado's (whoo!) Mienda, with cash flowin like Sosa And the latin chick tranportin in the chocha Stampedin over, pop Mo's, never sober Lex and Range Rovers dealin weight by Minnesota (uhh) Avoidin NARC's wit camcorders and Chevy Novas (uh-huh) Stash in the buildin wit this chick named Alona (uh-huh) from Daytona, when I was young I wants to bone her (uh-huh) But now I only hit chicks that win beauty pageants (ahahaha) Trickin, they takin me skiing, at the Aspens (c'mon) Uhh, gangsta mental, stay poppin Cristal Pack a black pist-al in the Ac' Coupe that's dark brown (whoo!) Pinky-ringin, gondolas wit the man singin Italian music down the river wit your chick clingin to my bizzalls, player you mad false Actin hard when you as pussy as RuPaul |
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from Swizz Beatz - One Man Band Man (2007)
It's me snitches... Chillin In My Beamer, Listen To Ether Bumpin Through Ya Speakers, Know I Got The Heaters Rockin Dont Stop, I Get The Rockin Dont Stop I'm Bangin Em Beats, You Know I Like That Hip Hop, Stop Freeze U know who it is... It's me snitches! smoke good eat good, drink good, f*** Good come into the club stuntin like-ike you should my shit on fire i dont need no gasolina im comin through ya block with the deuce 2 Seater ring the alarm alarm man, call me the sand man when I drop beats, Im the one man, band man cash rules everything around me cream get the money, dolla dolla bills ya'll (F*** EM) freeze u know who it is... it's me snitches vida loco, flyin through popo see me in that 4 door, that Bentley Espoka benz all lethal, my rims so lethal u front, ima ima shoot that ass like a free throw sniffin that yayo, tryna be sosa tryna act tough when thats some black chocha i aint gotta shoot ya, i could just choke ya you tryna make dolla i could just show ya freeze you know who it is... its me snitches! chillin in my beamer, listen to ether bumpin through ya speakers, know i got the Heaters Rockin dont stop, I get the rockin dont stop Im Bangin Em Beats, you know I like that hip hop, stop freeze you know who it is... its me snitches smoke good eat good, drink good, f*** Good come into the club stuntin like-ike you should my shit on fire i dont need no gasolina im comin through ya block with the deuce 2 Seater ring the alarm alarm man, call me the sand man when I drop beats, Im the one man, band man cash rules everything around me cream get the money, dolla dolla bills ya'll (F*** EM) freeze u know who it is... it's me snitches
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Tha Game Goodbye (2001)
(feat. Sheek, Styles, Eve, Drag-On, Infa-Red & Cross)
(Drag-On) Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Fuck y'all niggas talkin 'bout huh? ("it's time I see you...) Get it right, you faggot niggas heard Suge Knight Double R's the only niggas he respect and, y'all niggas shook right? y'all get on Hot 97 and, talk wit a baritone wit two niggas downstairs wit ?licensed guns? to take y'all home scared ass niggas, you think they gon take a life so they can get life (nope) ask Puff they aint tryin to hear that nigga for no cake, and y'all can get at us on Labor Day we make stones that say ? your moms labor day I'm in the hood so we can link up, any place you think of handheld don't hold prints plus I burnt the tip of my fingers I'm a Bronx gangsta nigga, double R's hoodrat the nigga they come get quick bitch, on this hood shit (Cross) Y'all bitches think the ryders a joke, well I don't play (let's go) I blow you whole fuckin shit up like Tim McVeigh gimme the needle, not tomorrow, but today Cross comin y'all better get the fuck out the way I aint the shit that you see that's on the top of your church I put a bomb in your baby carriage, brick through your hearse (Infa-Red) Tell your CEO, don't call my CEO apologizin (sorry) I'm at your wake in the choir standin harmonizin It's Infa-Red the shit that be on top of the heater The best thing in New York since Steinbrenner signed Jeter hold Camby sister the hostage, then send 'em a reef so stop frontin vegetarian just scared of beef (Eve) Yo, ay suck my dick bitch, the way this chick spit ridickliss Here we go again, only we on Kiss shit we comin and you keep runnin you keep claimin you the best that done it pussy let me see somethin fake niggas screamin "Ryde or Die" same niggas we run up on and make 'em cry outta all the camps in this game, nigga we the champs in this game who kick the real shit before the fame fuck you fat ass, fake bad ass niggas still play the hood while you ride past niggas coward trust me, we keep it gutter hope you stay mad a hater cuz you can't touch us, huh "It's time I see you..." (Styles) Ayo, I aint got a care in the world Kidnappin your kid, maimin your mom, and airin your girl and like, you aint got a care in the world I'm hopeless and numb, I can't see but I can focus my gun and I'm down for smokin blunts to the head my nerves is shot, my paces is short, I dump in your head I'm the hardest nigga out you outta know it by now I'm the nigga that they talk about goin to Chao and my name ring bells, my blade stay bloody if you heard about me beefin dog I leave the most shells the nigga to salute, the quickest to shoot Holiday Styles, motherfucker, givin you pound (Sheek) What? Like I won't run up and break your jaw like they make a vest for your head to stop the 4 I'm tired of rappin, let's get the mack and send niggas on vacation right in front of the radio station motherfuckers aint quiet til the tech go off arteries hitted, hawkin, they neck is shit I'm the motherfuckin hardest I smack the shit out of any one of your artists whatever the label y'all niggas don't want beef, y'all want meat at the table and I don't give a fuck, Sheek'll do life in the box before any of y'all bitch niggas front on the LOX What? Motherfuckers, c'mon (Jadakiss) Yo, If I miss your head and your neck, I'll hurt your chest if you from the streets betrayal is worse than death and I'm known for gettin money, not known for wildin but I'm real I could rock both phones in the island this is how we even the bets I kill everything you love dog, right now, even the pets everything got dubs on it, even the vets 50 close, then 50 wide, even the sets cuz the bullets is like calisthenics when I'm squirtin when they start hurtin, that means they workin only way we comin is hard industry is like jail nigga, double R's runnin the yard, uh |
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from Honey (허니) [ost] (2004)
(Intro - Jadakiss & (Woman))
(Jadakiss) Hahah (Sheek) WHOOO!!! D-Block, Darkchild Uh huh, yeah Uh - yeah (Verse - Jadakiss) Yo, I'm just too much, I flow too sick I be on top of the snare, all over the kick Since a youngcat, I been one wit the drum tap The purple start pushin my lungs back Been there, done that My words stick to you like thumb tacks Pardon me, LOX hooked up wit Rodney The Ferrari's teal, but the truck's mahogany Hating, I can't get you bastards off me Fresh like I just took the plastic off me Me and streets is high school sweethearts And I'm always in her so she can't divorce me Can't see farther than Kiss, I'm like a father to this Want ya go and cop your father to this I possess the whole package - the girls, the thongs And there's something about me the world just loves D-Block bringing hell of a pain, 'Honey' tell em my name (Chorus - Jadakiss & (Woman) (2x)) (J-A-D-A) I'm pulling it out, the guns'll pop (J-A-D-A) I'm taking your money, the funeral stop (J-A-D-A) The club'll band, the beat'll knock (J-A-D-A) We just keep going, this shit don't stop (Verse - Sheek Louch) Sheek Louch get it popping, this shit don't stop Got your boobs hitting, shaking in a Halter Top Drizzling out, no shirt, burgandy drop Chain's bigger than Chuck D and Flava's clock Yeah boy, Sheek kinda hot these days Hold the heat when I spit, need ten ice trays D-Block what up? what's fucking wit that? Got the Camp spitting heavy on this Jerkins track Glock jerk him back, either that or the mac I prefer chrome but take it if you got it in black Thick shorty wanna hop on it I tell her not here, but we could go inside the bathroom 'Honey Let me give it to your straight, I ain't spending no money We could drink till we pass out, make dicks and all that I'm a gangster, I bet shorty crawl back Got her job through a two way contact (Chorus - Sheek Louch & (Woman) (2x)) (S-H-E-E-K) Pulling it out, the guns'll pop (S-H-E-E-K) I'm taking your money, the funeral stop (S-H-E-E-K) The club'll band, the beat will knock (S-H-E-E-K) We just keep going, this shit don't stop (Verse - Sheek Louch) Hey yo it's Louchy baby, smoke screen in the Mercedes Naw it's just weed, I'm fucking wit y'all Oil slick, it's the juice that I throw out the back But it's for real lil nigga if you hearing the clack I'm bringing it back, you don't wanna jump to this I'm David Blaine, it's magic how I gave it the Kiss Letting it off, nigga like we hunting to diss (J-A-D-A) Hey yo Kiss ((Jada:) what up Louch?) yo take it from there (Verse - Jadakiss) Raspy voice, flow of the year; It's the cue tip bars They feel good when they go in your ear Ti Gun, Peanut Punch your girl ain't ready (S-H-E-E-K) (Sheek: Sheek Louch!) Jadakiss, the world ain't ready We got haze in the air and we pouring the yac Bout to get up on 'Honey' cause she throwing it back And you know I keep the hawk on my neck, so don't violate Cause I can't wait for it to go in your back, uh (Chorus - Jadakiss & Sheek (Woman) (4x)) (J-A-D-A) I'm pulling it out, the guns'll pop (S-H-E-E-K) I'm taking your money, the funeral stopp (J-A-D-A) The club'll band, the beat'll knock (S-H-E-E-K) We just keep going, this shit don't stopp (J-A-D-A) (S-H-E-E-K) (D Block Dont Play) |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Tha Game Goodbye (2001)
*(jadakiss)*
yo its jay-da-kisssssssssssss an another one uh huh jus' bring it to em' eh yo what up ma? *(latin woman)* aya poppy, give it to me baby (jerking noises) *(jay)*ahhhhh, ahhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhh! *(door opens)* *(gangsta)* nigga what the fuck u doin! *(jada)*na yo what up, na it ain't like that homie *(gangsta)*what tha fuck u mean it ain't like that? (gunshots) *(jada)*thats what the fuck i mean nig yo yo yo yo emcee's catch cold feet when i hold heat creap to a low beat and kay slay like street sweep albums of 2000 poundin' muthafuckas like no more public housin' jada levelin' niggas to the groundin' buckin' in your spouse'n bringin' drama like osama and breakin' up thousands fuck the game the game wants us we clip so hard souls of our enemy's taunt us to pull more triggers fuckit i grab my gunz and buck'it like nas u gotta love'it when i touch it on the mic jada flow toughest remember that *(girls singing)* jada jada jada kiss where have u been and what is this? how many times have i told ya i'm not ya bitch if u like flirting with death, then here, go slit your wrists *(jadakiss)* bitch, fuck you. |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Tha Game Goodbye (2001)
(Jadakiss)
This goes out to, all the infants in this cold world that was born addicted And to all the section eight kids Just remember these four words y'all - we gon' make it The government keep on tryin to fool us The system, keep on tryin to lose us And all we can do is keep buyin computers And (?) all now 'fore it start goin down We gotta hold our head, keep our pride Though it hurts when I see people sleep outside Little babies with no socks on, eatin popcorn We all know what they moms and they pops on Out go the love when the drugs come They never got nuttin for Christmas, and they ain't Muslim This is a jewel, a lot of us was them This is a jewel, a lot of us was them (Chorus: Ann Nesby) Your head to the sky.. my my, my You can win - you can win - if you keep your head As long as you keep - your head - your head to the sky My my, my.. (Jadakiss) Uhh, to my lockdown niggaz keep your head in the sky To my shot down niggaz keep your head in the sky I don't know if it's better to ride, or better to die And that's why there's red in my eye Cause people don't know what the ghetto is like Either you make it out, or the terrible life I don't wanna be a broke bastard And everybody in the hood got somebody in they fam' with a coke habit You work for minimum wage I'ma get in the game, get shot or a bid in the cage It's a risk I gotta take - and I'ma be the nigga with the bricks and the stash and the biscuit outta state And even though I'm blessed with the gift I gotta move cause the pain and the sickness gotta wait I go extremely hard - why let up? And I can breathe long as I keep my head up (Chorus: Ann Nesby) Your head to the sky.. my my, my You can win - you can win - if you keep your head As long as you keep - your head - your head to the sky My my, my.. (Jadakiss) Uhh, uhh - uh-huh, uhh - uh.. Aiyyo I come from a place where it's three strikes out And your life's on the line, so we iced out Summertime gettin money, three dice out Tanktops, and jean shorts, we Niked out Headbands, and four wheelers Jeeps and Coupes and convos, about who know more killers It's all wrong but it's all right It's a small world; matter fact it's a small life We all trip but the way to survive is hold your head and make sure you fall right And it's a quite fact, that whatever goes around comes right back It's just like that And we tryin to touch major paper Everybody in the struggle it gets greater later Never say can't, it's better to try And you can breathe long as you keep your head in the sky (Ann Nesby) Don't you let nobody stop you, mm Heyy, heyyy, yeahhh! Chorus (Ann Nesby) Your head to the sky.. my my, my You can win - you can win - if you keep your head As long as you keep - your head - your head to the sky My my, my.. x2 |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Tha Game Goodbye (2001)
(feat. Nate Dogg)
[Jadakiss] Uhh.. uh, uh, uh-uh-uh Uh, uh, uh-uh-uh Uh, uh, uh-uh-uh Uh (uh) uh (uh) uh-uh-uh Uh (uh) uh (uh) uh-uh-uh Uh (uh) uh (uh) uh-uh-uh Yo, yo, yo, yo Hey yo I got land cars and jewelry, and artillery And I got every hood feelin me It's nuttin like when a thug get at you and spit thug literature Your fanbase wanna get rid of you Still in the hood doin it I don't know why I'm doin this, we don't eve move a lot of units But ain't no threats, don't stress me dog You gotta let me hear somethin to impress me dog When I spit I put rappers in line, then smack 'em around I got 'em all home practicin now You know 'Kiss be, icey hard and crispy The truck's manual but the Coupe is 6-B Listen I ain't never spit nonsense I'm from the street with a mean vocabulary contents Whoever you send I'll send back Y'all all been wack; 'Kiss is makin a strong impact C'mon [Chorus: Nate Dogg] (When 'Kiss, is spittin) They don't love you no more (When 'Kiss, is spittin) Things will never be the same a-gain (When 'Kiss, is spittin) Why they hatin on you [Jada] It's just like that, ha! (When 'Kiss, is spittin) [Jadakiss] Uh, uh, yo, yo Sinnin or not, I'm grinnin a lot, spendin a knot Dirty denim and a cinnamon fox Bitches'll follow, gangsters'll ride, gentlemen watch Buy the bar, leave drunk, shoot up the block You might hear 'Kiss spittin, but after the show You might hear clips spittin, we after your glow Things'll never be the same again When your frame get bent, link get worn, change get spent Confiscate your whip - you think you a player? I could confiscate your bitch, take her and slay her If a nigga nicer than me, then Christ is here You got somethin in the bank? Then the dice is here I could show you how to gamble your money, handle a gun But be a family man and go home to your son Light a candle where you stand, cause that's where you died And if you heard 'Kiss spittin, then you know it was won, uh [Chorus] [Jadakiss] Yo, yo Hey yo the voice got a lot of people heated, peep it The flow is like methadone - lot of people need it Seen it all happen before Feel like I'm still hustlin; cause the way I'm rappin is raw You could put your jewels on it You might just see me in the lightning pickup with the 22's on it The stakes'll cost you; understand one thing I do great field work plus I'ma boss too Loyalty is hard to come by Y'all know who the streets is run by, could only be one guy And that be who but 'Kiss, no security The burner and some niggaz that I grew up with And the brand new 911, fuck a dime With a fine eleven at stop signs I'm revvin And the flow is just so obnoxious As far as the Double R camp go, dawg I got this, c'mon now [Chorus w/o Jada (repeat 2X)] |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Of Death / Explicit Version (2004)
This should be played at high volume (aha) Preferably in a residential area [Jadakiss] Uh, I learnt the game I know what I want and I'm in it My time is now and it's gonna be up in a minute You look a nigga in the eye you can tell if he tinted These fake rappers gettin by with these hell of a gimmicks They act like it's all love only love is ya money So when over nigga are you a thug or a dummy I'm neither but I been hot so long it feels like I got a lifetime fever And I ain't gotta spit I could cough and still eat ya And fuck rap I make mills off reefer Im a man first tired of punchin niggaz So ima shoot niggaz cause my hands hurt And god I great guard your space One hand wash the other both wash the face And I head crack so much its hard to ace 38 revolver flow is hard to trace, wha (Chorus) [Styles P] (Jadakiss) Fuck that pop off till nuthin in the clip left (pop off) Till nobody in his click left (nobody) Holdin the head slash throw the split chest If they ask what happen (tell em it's the kiss of death) Hustle hard till none of them bricks left (nuttin left) Stick it up till not a crumb on the strip left (take that, take that) Make sure it ain't a chain or a chip left (uh-uh) If they ask wut happen (tell em it's the kiss of death) Tell em kiss (thug kiss of death) [Jadakiss] Yea yo, this is lox ville and even white America Let y'all negro's that jadas got skills You a jackass like Johnny noxville So I can just imagine how your pops feel Damn, and you ain't worth my shell So you can just imagine how the ox feel Alotta niggaz is thousandaires Walkin round town frontin like they got mills For what its worth I'm one myself But my strength in the hood outruns my wealth Still might catch kiss in some hot wheels New Bentley coup wit the stock wheels Haha, look how I get back to it Send my young niggaz to do it in a black Buick I don't spit bars I distribute the crack fluid All I'm really waitins for niggaz to act stupid (Chorus) [Jadakiss] Yea yo, to all my real niggaz sorry for keeping you waitin Its ironic but the god was beefin wit satan I love y'all though my niggaz for even relatin This ain't kiss talking either I'm speakin for Jason When u a problem its to keep em from hatin Niggaz jaws is like laws so easy to break em Cause if I wasn't on some shit I'm getting on it Come to me wit your hand out I'm spittin on it I don't wanna hear what happened Madda fact I don't even care what happened Might as well declare the clappin Cause my bones is old I got a lot of wear and tear from scrappin Hate a nigga that ain't never there to see shit but always hear what happened The only thing better than money is respect No love this time nigga Kiss of death (Chorus) |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Tha Game Goodbye (2001)
Uh-huh, you know where I'm takin this
I'm takin it right there - they leave me no choice AOWWWWW!! Uh, uh, oh (Verse One) She said she was a model for a year and a half And if she took her pins out, then her hair would drop down to her calf I knew her man, he was just up North and would've got left up North, but he was the chef up North Anyway I'm K-I-double All I do is get dough, spit flows, try to stay out of trouble If you ready we could move, just lose your man or hit the dance floor, I'll show you how to do my dance Or I might let you play in the garden Or sit up in that white thing and listen to the greatest of Marvin The estate got six locations Take so long to get to the front once I missed probation And I hate to brag I know ya man really wouldn't like the Beretta but he'd hate the Mag And yeah here go a blank check, rock yourself out But in the mean time girl - knock yourself out (Chorus) Oh you modelin momma? (knock yourself out) Wanna let ya hair down? (knock yourself out) Oh you ready to move? (knock yourself out) Whatchu wanna sit in the Coupe? (knock yourself out) Wanna keep on dancin? (knock yourself out) Wanna run in my mansion? (knock yourself out) Sit in V.I.P.? (knock yourself out) Bitch you just wanna be seen (knock yourself out) (Verse Two) Now you can knock yourself out like you boxin yourself Or you can get real freaky start poppin yourself And my watch got so many rocks, when you look at the time it's sorta like you watchin yourself, uhh Front if you want, I puff a few blunts and take a cruise in a Porsche wit the trunk in the front She had the Jocko B'sure sandals, told her hop in The coupe blew her mind when she couldn't find the door handles Attitude very high maintence; check this out ma I'm runnin out of my patience Don't sleep wit me? Then don't speak wit me And neva talk bad bout niggaz that eat wit me (Chorus) (Verse Three) Aiyyo, honey know I'm waitin to leave Keep dancin, cause I like how that ass shake in them capris I'm like Big wit the murder mamis up in Belize but I'll still fuck a chickenhead like Lil' Cease I don't care if they model, bet they all gon' chill First nigga to cook base on a Foreman grill And you might win some, but you just lost one Kiss +Miseducates+ 'em like Lauryn Hill (Chorus) - (Fades) |
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| from Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz - Crunkest Hits (Clean) (2011) | |||||
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| from Jadakiss - I Love You (A Dedication To My Fans) The Mixtape (2011) | |||||
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from Mario - Turning Poing (2005)
Mmmm ..... Mmmmm.... Yeah....Mmmmm....Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Mmmm...Yeah....Mmmm..... Yeah, Yeah [Verse 1:] Baby I just don't get it Do you enjoy being hurt? I know you smelled the perfume, the make-up on his shirt You don't believe his stories You know that they're all lies Bad as you are ,you stick around and I just don't know why If I was ya man (baby you) Never worry bout (what I do) I'd be coming home (back to you) Every night, doin' you right You're the type of woman (deserves good thangs) Fist full of diamonds (hand full of rings) Baby you're a star (I just want to show you,you are) [Chorus:] You should let me love you Let me be the one to give you everything you want and need Baby good love and protection Make me your selection Show you the way love's supposed to be Baby you should let me love you, love you, love you [Verse 2:] Listen Your true beauty's description looks so good that it hurts You're a dime plus ninety-nine and it's a shame Don't even know what you're worth Everywhere you go they stop and stare Cause you're bad and it shows From your head to your toes, Out of control, baby you know If I was ya man (baby you) Never worry bout (what I do) I'd be coming home (back to you) Every night doin' you right You're the type of woman (deserves good thangs) Fist full of diamonds (hand full of rings) Baby you're a star (I just want to show you, you are) [Chorus:] You should let me love you Let me be the one to give you everything you want and need Ooh Baby good love and protection Make me your selection Show you the way love's supposed to be Baby you should let me.... [Bridge:] You deserve better girl (you know you deserve better) We should be together girl (baby) With me and you it's whatever girl, hey! So can we make this thing ours? [Chorus:] You should let me love you Let me be the one to give you everything you want and need Baby good love and protection Make me your selection Show you the way love's supposed to be Baby you should let me love you, love you, love you [repeat til it ends (about 3 times)] [Mario (talking):] Let me love you that's all you need baby |
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from The LOX - Money, Power & Respect (1998)
See, I want to get back to the love
Let's start love over, come on * Let's start love over Back to the way things were Forget about them Cause all we got is us We can make it Sad if we try I want to start love over Let's make it do or die When I was nine years old I realized there was a road At the end I would win lots of pots of gold Days, when I used to have my play clothes on I would make up my rhymes the middle of Voltron But you've learned what the herbs do Breaking curfew Hit the park when it's dark, make it stand like a podium Niggas had a box and a strip of linoleum Some break a boogie but those that don't Was usually a fighter Rollin' easy riders Sending people to the store for a soda and a lighter A real cool cat that would let you keep a dollar But now things change and it's the days of tomorrow Little kids is big now They'll push your wig now Can't send them to the store But you can send them for roll And put them on my vine And give them one big push for all mankind * Repeat People still taking rapping for a joke A passing hope Or a phrase with a rope What ever happened to the caddies, white walls, and spokes? Crates of records, turntables, plenty of folks Remember playing in the streets, touch football Look y'all Somebody get mad and bounce with they football Twenty four hour block parties Everybody on the block pissing you a dark hardy Adults used to think I was scheming But I was dreaming to one day make a hot album and have 'em all fiendin' Now everytime that I rhyme I can tell that you like it Be nursing the tunes like the mind of a psychic Your mind is weary, floating like a dove Sweating and things, like you were making love Control the crowd so they can accept it Total concentration is the perfect method Where's the love? Somebody tell me Where's the love? Because we want to know I remember everybody I loved, everybody It wasn't always player hating There wasn't jealousy and all this envy It was the love Ayo hip hop Set out in the park What? We used to do it out in the dark All night long till the cops made us go Or till somebody's moms pulled the extension cord from the window Lees on, thinking you fresh Trying to impress Shorty with the baby hair pushed down on her forehead Ponytail swaying, she hot Standing like she bull legged, but she not You remember the days? That's when crack was affecting blacks like that Just drink some Valentine Ale, little reefer Friday night, go check out Star Child at the theater That's all corrupt Over rap you might get bust Say the wrong thing End up in a permanent sling Went from shelltops to hollowtops Used to rock the bus stop Now we electric slide from the cops Want some veterans in this That ain't keeping it real Now with God we chill over a record deal Always the good ones to go Never your enemies die Till this day I wonder why they took my man B.I. No time to yell rhymes in the microphone Take this more serious than just a poem Rock party to party While you're out the door But tear it up yo, let's start love over |
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| from L.O.X - Money, Power & Respect (2005) | |||||
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