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You ever dance with the devil under the pale moonlight?
Desperados, travellin What the fuck's up son? We could do this word up, we could do this Spend too many nights on the Henny gettin right Breakin big face Bennies, bettin against the friendly dice I can't call it, it's goin too good to spoil it Tell it like it is, the raw shit never recorded (repeat 2X) At a thousand degree Celsius I make MC's melt Fuck my record label I appear courtesy of myself Let me explain how I maintain thresholds to pain I walk across the Sun barefoot lookin for shade I rearrange your rib cage like a twelve gauge at close range and change the position of your brain My hard raps penetrate through your hardhats and all that nigga, get ya wig peeled back I scalp you like the indians on horseback Running Bull will hit you harder than runningback Stunning man with brave and cunning rap Swiftly running laps around 48 tracks Like uncut crack you fiends keep coming back Heads is flippin like acrobats on gym mats From wax to analog tapes to digital DAT's It's critical black, that Canibus is ill like that In fact perhaps you should quit rap, instead of always tryin to diss back, cause niggaz keep tellin you that your shit's wack I rip raps, hardcore raps rushin you to the floor mat Put you in the figure four, break your thorax Jump off the top turnbuckle and land on your back til I hear it snap or crackle, the ref says chill black You get clapped bringin the wrong raps to combat Like bringin a paint gun to a shoot out with real gats Y'all niggaz is wack, rappin over microphone feedback My intelligence begins where yours peaks at From Fox Boogie in the see-through brasierre, to Nasty Nas here My nigga Nature'll explain it further if it's not clear Millionaire look at the sky make sure it's still there Ice grill stares and my jewelry is in every year Pierre Cardan back in a Dapper Dan time Now flex, angle wrecks, Foxy rock Van Klein Initiated to the Firm shit, real thugs learn quick Sit back and feel the ultimate hit Initiated to the Firm shit, real thugs learn quick Sit back and feel the ultimate hit |
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Diamond cut vocals carved sculptures
Gats and hosters Macks and four fifths Two plagued verocious We smoked spliffs when the drolls lit Hoes get hit Have them blow dick Blow the whole click Jeeps Tahoe Shoes be shavo talk Pharagamoe Catch a hamo Guess long like Motumbo From a land of heart rap phantom stalk ya'll While we bent a pork off a raw torch ya'll The god sports all dejour for all wear Push the Range all year Vision of war near I laid out on ya'll In money and ice That's how I'm running your wife Stay ripen at ripe Clip in your life down to pipe size Firm slice pies Couple of trife guys in tinted up white five's Whose the first to set it At time my first pathetic Nature one of The Firm Our works phonetic As seven digits First class trips for summer never is it Outlaw remain pessimistic Used to jostle in hostile environments Buying whips Cheating like fiver ricks requirements Psychics predict that I'll be dying rich Until then catch me chillin flying in a giant six On some next shit Went from humble now to hectic Reminiscing when they use to call me desperate Minor drawbacks I had to learn not to fuck with small cats In fake cadier and straw hats Sic 'em on the mix tape They think they're all that But just spread it through Never sound unreasonable son Whatever the cause I know it pleasible Fought your way in the game The wait is seasonable *We keep going on, we're gonna get this money (Take money money take take money money Take money take take money money) We just play our part, we're gonna make this money (Make money money make make money money make money money make make money) Show me the orbit Stock bonds I own corporates Rock the ???? shift Filthy rich we caught the coach smiths You must have lost sense My whole firm we walk with offense I push a Porsche bent Fuck your main bitch at your expense Laws intense hivalates Death throughout the tri-state Who lie evade a '98 Lex in wide plate Well modernized Wide body cup with foreign eyes You far behind I rock the reptiles And steal a Karl Kani's Guard your eyes Mystical movements hard to size We harmonize And to its the force that's way beyond the skies Love position parlaying duck nd truck evictions Thug intentions every few months Off this mission Its principles master my square No identical expensible I figure you wise and play it sensible *Repeat |
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TrackMasters
A yo you see that a major, tellin my flavor All types of paper, I'm doin you a favor So blaze the trees, come on baby please Yo to lay with these girls pay the fees Cause I stay in these, coop rabie bees Jitty to the fifty, to the ACG's And when I'm lazy B Let the AC breeze, explain to my dames how the gamin be So what you trippin about, in the club I be kickin em' out I get em home then I'm twistin them out If I still keep it real I be friskin them out, with my dick in they mouth Then I'm kickin them out Cause you miss the quote, cause even if this kid was broke On you I wouldn't trick to know Have me high at first like I sniff some coke But now you gotta go don't forget your coat Uh *We are the firm all stars Fuckin your bitch we don't care who you are We don't need no introduction, our music steady bumpin From the crib to the club to your cars Come fuck with us If you know about us throw your hands in the air From Teaxes to NewYork to Monclair This be the knock from Flatbush to Little Rock Even New Orleans be bout it bout it It's hot Uhhhhhhhhh I gets 7:30 for the door daddy Ain't know thing, ya'll know about the rings huh Here you vibe and you balls with the big cat Anything you tryin ta bring, been there done that See the paper stack I'm not a hater dog Ya'll still crusin lands, I'm navagatin dog Brooklyn tone Baby girl flawsed night and left and baget stones in a James Bomd crome See this pretty face, but you wanna stick it If it's broke nigga we can let Tido fix it I can't stop, I won't stop Everything hot, first week out hit the top Pretty Boy Relentless, Cop the Coop thats expensive For instanse we rollin in fleets in ten to sixes We smoke phiphers with a dime chick pullin all nighters P be Mr. Macoroni The world slick lies and pretty Tony If you never new know you know me Thats why they wanna blow me We eat caviar, shine like a movie star Firm click real thick, Nas tell em' who we are *Repeat (x2) |
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The six ease out CD laced digital readout
No doubt cop glocks from the dred fuck the weedhouse Yo elegance hate females with no intelligence Embezzelment got big boys behind the metal fence Merrill Lynch it's your life Crist alright Vince on ice sex chicks all types General status smootheness mixed with malice Trips to Dallas built a pool in my palace Who want what from more moneys I want a cut Extortin start from the corner step on us up Sixty inch screen laserdisc with the beam It's my life i'm holding the dice don't intervene I send a team to smash out your whole plans No cold hands liquid or hunger to hold grands From state bids to large cats who lace cribs It's Firm Biz, y'all know what time it is *I'm talking Firm Biz to you baby (Firm Firm Biz) Talking bout the Firm, that is (Firm Firm Biz) I'm talking Firm Biz to you baby (Firm Firm Biz) Talking bout the Firm, that is that is That is that is Firm Biz! Peep the stee, creepin with AZ B-12's crazy I ball with the firm's first lady I brawl with those who hate me Make me spray I all; hoping for the day I fall Never that though Black 4 4's for fedz Like Donnie Brascoe so peep the cappos Who mack most splash it up with lactose Pretty thug style, I blow you out slug style Bent in the Caddy Coupe me and daddy duke He schooled me on how to stand on my own two He said son it's all kinda shit you gon' go through Either you gon' make it or you gon' fall too Now we headline tours remember me I told you that the world was yours Married to the Firm laws Esco bless flows y'all know me Laced in the Sony Firm be the hottest click to blow G *Repeat My pops uesd to warn me never fall victim to the horny Keep the pussy tight stay that bitch If i'm gon' fuck lay that dick Tony get him for his chips and pray he push a six Now I got game to make the thuggish niggas scream my name Hope the panties drop only if I cop The baby blue drop gotta keep my wrist iced The baddest bitch yeah the sex is alright Lace 'em all night going to the crib Jumping out the range in the iceberg tights Yeah I know about the five and its one shut eye 360 wave spinning cat thinkin he Nas From now 'til the day we shinin keep my diamond Esco with me in the E reclining top dogs The illest duo since the Boss name was Hugo AZ Firm trio stay on the lee low *Repeat (with modifications) |
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A tale of two cities. Right here.
It's time we set it straight connect with Dre the correct way Predicting platnum in less then a day So for that we amound us while y'all lackin' hope All I do is write raps stack relax and smoke Seeing my dreams come true stayin' humble in the eyes of others Politician with the wisest brothers It's Nature one of the greatest peep how I play this Straight from the Bridge one of your kids favorites From not till the day that I'm stiff fowl flagerant pay the rent Always stay swift, stuck in my ways type shovanistic Since a youth I had a thing for big jewels Flooded rings and older bitches holding my riches In lump sums for trust funds fully recoved thugs lust to bust guns While niggas get drunk beat wifes and cuss sons A slow process called life, let's show progress Don Cortes, white rags cherry bently Cop shines from Italy speak money language fluently Never fuck with the nastiest flashiest Bought a house as big as Scarface to show my happyness Rackin' the 6 0's for those that want to get personal to home Cock the heavy metal rollin' with my stones Prominent with flashy garments spread a mill small bills Bring a smile to an ill grill Popular loved throughout the industry If they sue light a philly cause the judge has gotta Free Willy Solute with chill Remy gently escort four ladies an arm The four caesers at he club Pentleys condo sweets I'm fancy 20 floors up overlookin' ladies boomerang they panties Bump the Firm Family's latest takin' trips to Las Dregas That's how we do it Aftermath incorperated *C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon it's the motherfuckin' Frim Family ooh Yeah, I better pinch myself to make sure I'm not dreaming Ooh cause the way you make me feel I feel like ooh screaming I spit rhymes for the radio and spit for tours Spend doe that I never thought I'd hold before Now if you just wanna front, you know my styles tight Niggas never should of plugged up the motherfuckin' mic Sippin' Tangeray 60 inch screen when we hang with Dre I just flew in from Queens no bag and plan to stay In the heat park this Royals Royce up in the beat Seeing topless bitches rollerblading in the street While I lounge in a jacousy sky cliff blue got the whole crew Nas, AZ, Nature, Foxy there too, how we do? Hit trees Cristal bottles, breeze tropical spread love till we wobble It's time to give let the kids live comfortable Anybody pumpin' between the East and West...fuck you Make moves political hit this revenue Set examples respect every individual *Repeat |
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As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be in the Firm
I can remember when I first met Sosa, it was a glorious time There were wise guys everywhere, we were around Twenty one, twenty two at the time Yeah every place we go, every party People would stop and stare when we walked in We would give the doorman a hundred dollars just for opening the door Sosa would give the bartender two hundred dollars just for keeping The ice cold, yeah we were legends and we still are Two hundred fallen angels, we balling from every angle Heavy bag gold, panamania changed angle Let's tangle, tabernacles Ill lukiens coming at you, fuck Parus A billion years B.C., originally black Jews Cashsews honey now roasted, let's kill the colprate He owe us shit, toe toe toe with that four four bit Fuck the hoe shit, mercury back tax ?birth? for me Personally I existed when Earth was in need, indeed Human lifeform transformed from light storms, poltrons Electrons nuetrons, iced long Nights long, repltilaians I'll see ya'll in the next millenium What world are we really in, amphibians moved to the Carribean Underwater force, placed under the court of law Usually sport Warlaw, my mind stay core raw Fill of ambiants, love fine carats and cars that launch Nonchalaunt, usually there are Jimmies up in the palms Play low style, Guteians change my whole profile Left the dope pile, bet the guard be around for awhile Firm Islamic, hit the croner of the Earth just like a comet See I like Esco, he knew everybody and everybody knew him He was the type of guy who routed for the bad guys in the movies But hey Die for this Firm, live for this Firm Niggas learn, never should come before your fam From ki's to ported grams, these are corners in the blue van E's upon on us, cause of warrants While we smoke hash cheese enormous, stack cheese Travel the world like Taurus, went half with Sosa for four bricks Down in Camdon, we handlin' to D.C. Chips on fights with China White's by they tight PP Wanting PC but all they get is good dick or four clips For loose lips, by the jungle flise Suck the pearl tongue juices, off you fly misses Take her out to the Spark's stakehouse, gentelmen style Coincidental, family's here Meet fem fatale, French connection Persian wet don, let's get this "F" on The Ebony queen, Fox you grab my left arm Dre made a QB the conton, BK and so on Family strong ???? Nature, make sure we all get this millionaire's paper What a sweet site for sour eyes, may we rise Hope for now on we never cross sides You know what, most hoes would have left these cats a long time ago I mean if your man gave you a gun to hide, what would ya'll hoes do? But you know, the shit kinda turned me on Black Madonna, hoes kill for they popals Never seen a bitch like this, queen misses Rock BDS's on the left wrists, trick check this Respect this, Firm's niggas lie knee deep in this bitch Wanna need bitch and have my pussy bleed, swear for 'em Fuck and take the chair for 'em, whoever dare cross us The thoughts that thoughts across a bitch's minds, pops the nine Leave 'em resting in peices, while my thorough bitches peep this Death before decid-a, screw me on the dick-a Lace me in Gabanna, peep dat Think I'm flippin' on these three cats, Set yo clown ass right up with my down ass Bitch to hold the cash and G's, stash the guns for 'em And the icedy E Berkee, breathe the the sun for 'em Long dick style, swallow the enemies cum for 'em Pretty ass hoe, bitches fuck 'em and I dumb on 'em When Nas pop the Crist, Fox cops the fifth Make my doe up for OZ's, now hoes that's real uhhh |
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Five minutes to flush
They say they just wanna question me the interuption 4 in the morning they knocked and caught me fuckin' Throw on something mad provocative play with the top lock Buy me some time so I can hide the shit kinda quick Move the guns clip the herb They got me shook up plus my nut was disturbed Hide the chocolate pickin' up shells form off the carpet Baracaiding the door for war like a hostage It's my crib, got my name on the lease Can't explain niggas just get arrained and released But who snitched set me up, I think it's you bitch Sacrificing my life for you two kids? Truth is, I got a business to lose eyewitness news Paper tellin' bitches to move, police turned this into a zoo Mad reporters, I laugh as I'm sippin' my brew They think they caught us *4 in the morning Feds are out at the door What you gonna do? What you gonna do when they come through for you? Ooh ee ooh ee ooh ee yeah yeah yeah yeah 4 minutes left About a minute went by they knocked harder My bitch went hysterical in shock Slapped her to calm her 4-4 cocked to armor It's been a long day now I raid with jakes playin' in the hallway It's senseless, enter my crib and can't prevent this Blockin' my enterence, trying to knock it off the hindges Battering rams coming inches, my hoe was buggin' Throw a fit thowin' puttin' coke in the oven Like I'm Larry Davis the phone rang some D.A. bitch "Nature turn yourself in" I didn't say shit Knowin' in my heart I'm a stay rich It's abusing, confusing them until they lose patience Try to ease up, calm my nerves with the cheeba Hoping the door doesn't fall before the keys flush Thieves rush, plus the riot squad No surrender no retreat shit's deep but times is hard *Repeat By the time they had busted in I had touched the cash Just flushed the last hundred grams nigga subduct the math They made me either that or let them take me Still in my night clothes fake like I'm asleep Spoke to my rat heard him ask where the coke at Predicate felon hope to never go back They had survelance aware of all dealings Knew about bitches that liked to shoot and loot kept in ceilings Searching my spot behind curtains stay cursing Chief of police finally meet him in person But I just flushed the yayo what could he say do Trying to flip on me, once was on the payroll Trying to laylow he can't find what he need So instead I'm cuffed taken down for some weed But it's just for a short say, I call the Firm then emerge On the streets to return the next court day *Repeat |
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*You gonna make me fuck somebody else (I'm gonna fuck somebody)
If you keep on treating me the way you do (you don't wanna do it, you don't wanna do it) You gonna make me fuck somebody else If you keep on treating me the way you do (you don't wanna do it, you don't wanna do it) Most of these cats ain't got nothing for me, but if we talikng G's That's a different story, now don't embarass yourself Cause if you ain't pushin' what I'm tryin' to push next year You talking for ya health, nigga rock on Check where you come from, you now my stee dun Run a G and leave 'em strung with they tongue hung, niggas is bold now I puts the gold down, I ain't laughing Cats be asking can they lick my hole now, feel free Nigga eat me, treat me Ya trick, pussy clit lickin' No ass gettin' dick, first roles Niggaz is my hoes, top my doe Wanna lace me with some head after my show, bringin' dat I'm the nasty bitch that I am, make 'em lick my pearl tongue And you got to give my girls some, fuck a man Bitch got the world in her hand, just on spite Niggaz got to fuck me right *Repeat Aye yo Fox quit the PP on niggaz that is ricky Have them cats wining like Be-Be and Ce-Ce, Ill Na Na Pussy hot like a sauna, have yo dick doin' flips in my teddy by Gabanna Can yo baby's momma keep it wet like this, sex like this Nigga this is the best it gets, been around the world twice Gettin' more ice, bomb ass cock Fuck a nigga all night, for you bitch kept the pussy tight All night, nasty when I wanna Pussy you make me wonder, any eye in me Keep vibin' me, roll a nigga got the word that he coppin' threes They call him Long Dick Steve, make the pussy steamy Lips in the ass with his face thug cree, ya'll should've seen him Nigga dick mad tiny, doin' tricks like a muthafuckin' genie *Repeat Now niggaz get a nut just to watch me strut, niggas tried knockin' me up Locking me down, what clown copped me a truck But I ain't need it, he passed me da blunts but I don't get weeded Smoke the put bush, let him eat it Let's him get high then his face in my thigh, while I'm in his ride Fuck a nigga Todd, screamin' my name Cum stains on the wood grain, had a good thang But the truth is your loose lips mad me ruthless, now you sex what Jerk it, it's for certain Had him spend up, had him bent up Got the next nigga none in ya Benz truck Ain't nothing wrong with a good dick, fuck a trick Suck a dick, let no trick Nigga pass up, fuck the last nut Get a ass up uhh the next what, can a nigga do But fuck you and ya crew with down ass hoes *Repeat You gonna make me fuck somebody (you gonna make fuck somebody) You gonna make me fuck somebody (if you keep fucking up the way you do) You gonna make me fuck somebody (ohh fuck somebody) You gonna make me fuck somebody (you're gonna make me fuck somebody) |
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What?
That Firm shit, that Firm shit, what's that? What? That Firm shit, that Firm shit Everyday I'ma polli bout, who's the best hotty out? And will they ever let Gotti out? Am I real? Feel free to try me out Guaranteed eternally, you signin out I only bang quarters, not a thing short of than a dime, rhyme like a crime scene reporter Thought shorty would lose but the game taught her Hoodrat just like Thelma, James' daughter Killer put you on, got you laced in Bucon Bledest stone, where the place you call home? Brooklyn girl, plotted then I took the world You know the whole drill, Na Na so Ill Make mills and escro, decimals Cancoon, Mexico, X-and-O Bracelets got all, along with gold Now it's platinum rings, songs is sold Hot from the jumpstart, let the game spark Thriller, will I shot to the top of the charts Head honcho, cat Esco Push everything from the Coupe to the Fo' Never love a ho, get my dick sucked Smoke the chocolate, trick my chicks up Pass all the ki's to mami, whip it up Fox get the B's, Bonnie live it up *Your love, so good You deserve some hardcore That Firm shit, that Firm shit *Repeat FIRM, NIGGA WHAT? Get my twat licked Never love a trick, get him for his chips Fuck him and his dick, nigga where the six? He actin like a bitch, he should've known this Got the stone the wrist, I ain't no bonin this Bomb ass shit, I could play with my shit Rap niggas, capitalise, stock figures Cognac is that liquor Got me all numbed out, now I'm in the street with the guns out Niggas better take me home, 'fore I dumbs out Might fuck around, lay somethin down wit mad niggas out here to see that shit We that click, runnin shit up in New Yick all the way down to Hicktown, layin it down Fox be the classiest, the sassiest The clubs, all thugs grab my wrists, offer me moselle Crist More of the shit to hold you with Keep hatin I'ma fold your bitch Should've known to control that chick, hoes mad cos I roll the 6 Doe full of ices, black Isis Sidewalk, my niggas stay fuckin your girl The rest be, hoes in stretch jeans with red seams Take it from me, let a nigga dream Make em lick that, get the cat for his cream *Repeat (x2) It's about time I reverse that Bitches learn game, rehearse that It ain't no love, ma remember that Ya hoes wanna slap while I got him on his back tryin to hurt that Think you're grown, half the niggas sittin at home watchin the kids, while you're gettin it on I'm too smart for that, caught you creepin Receipts in your Prada bag, sweets every weekend Spendin my doe, I coulda spent that on hydro You ain't slick enough, think I don't know Dumb ass, think I slept on your bum ass Knew the whole stee bout a chip like me Did it on G-P, let you eat me Couldn't freak me, I'm better off with TV That Firm shit, that Firm shit **Can't get enough, oooooh oooooh, oooooh oooohooooh That Firm shit, that Firm shit *Repeat (x3) **Repeat |
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yo, Nori know this, and Nori know that
but Nori know gat (why) cause Nori buck dat Iraq'll make you famous throwing gang signs like it's sign language distinguish us from the others kidnap your baby mothers bringing drama to the deep covers salute g, bust you down like a lucie Jose probably lay with a gold uzi crunk Italy, Africa and Sicily niggaz acting sissy see pointing guns and missing me (Nas: "Yo son, it's on son") hey yo there's beef in the hood again niggaz came with hoods again thinking that it woulda been saw us, from what we first did when we did now we twist another wig, a mother lose another kid but it's beef now, keep it short real brief now strike vigorous, no intentions of missing it they sent the message, or example, whatever set it up man on man only to score we apply the plan quickly explain why you ran in this dark land we lay you down in the sand on the lines like the internet many would come if you would pose off against my set, there ain't a nigga yet smoke so much, niggaz say I need nicarette you say bogie but you used to say cigarette nine-oh, a new religion, a new beginning *I'm leaving baby don't go I know the block is hot boo I'll watch your spot I'm leaving sweetie don't leave I need you to stay with me (come on) uh huh, uh, uh uh huh, uh, uh I'm leaving boo I can't understand and don't think that I'll be back again it's like a bad dream and I can't wake up mouth caked up knowing these cats is fake fucks and it ain't right with no love, them hugs ain't tight son we used to pop bottles and slugs the same night hey yo they left me right hand damaged and I ain't lefty couldn't bust when I's supposed to pull what I'm supposed to do? lay down, watch these niggaz spray me or maybe we strike accurate blaze them plus they ladies I woulda never thought we'd ever get caught in this way of life prosecution, if you violate a player's rights say it twice Nature soon to be engraved in ice hanging off my neck glistens like it's framed in light niggaz call me Jose shootin the Artie Clay Benedict Arnold type getting this rap loot still selling China White either Allah or Christ married to marijuana now my niggaz don't write (still ice, still living this life) *Repeat you got the nerve to say that Nature's slipping? the greatest vision bald-head kid Cartier frames, the latest Pippens doggystyle was my favorite position until I switched it, dead shit got on some head shit headed in the wrong direction up in the Sheraton QB to LA still puffing my medicine for those lost in the streets up north or deceased for those struggling unfortunate to eat I dedicate this, tell me right now how do you rate this? whatever happened to the mule and the 40 acres it's outrageous, the way the god finesse the basics invasion, me and Noreaga Firm made men |
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Yo this Esco, who this?
What's the deally? I just touched grounds down in Philly Brought a pound with me, Feds floatin around silly Tryin to find Lynn, bitch supposed to be in the Benz Parked in row ten, her and that slow hoe Gwen Should of known she was a bitch that we both could of boned to post it alone, the ass had us both in the zone But you know the rules, both been schooled by older dudes I know the jewels No time for them thoughts, too much to lose Just tryin to vibe until them hoes role with the ride Where's your joy and pride? You know little Des got your eyes In the cut, drop-Z okay, the top's up Left the mall bought Little Amal the toy truck Your boy's what, three years old now, correct? He and my daughter age neck and neck, they futures set Trees got me wet, in the background's an old cassette Fly Stephanie Mills shit What's the deal with, all this shit I'm hearin up top You got arrested, shot a fair one with a cop That ain't ya stee', you usually low key with no t I'm only goin off of what some weak bitch told me That's some ill shit, hear that bitch go with her click Yo Dunn, I'll hit you right back cause the static is thick *We got your phone tapped, what you gon' do Cause sooner or later, we'll have your whole crew All we need now is the right word or two to make all it stick like glue, then you through We got your phone tapped, what you gon' do Cause sooner or later, we'll have your whole crew All we need now is the right word or two to make all it stick like glue, we got you We just hit the cribbo, I'm curled up on this pillow I'm still low, hold the ill news, these niggaz killed mo' The shit touched me, tryin to chill just lit a dutchie from a while back - same foul cats who tried to bust me Caught 'em sleeppin, in Spanish Harlem with some Puerto Ricans Up in Washington Heights right off the Deacon Feel awful speakin, for some reason, feel the phone's tapped Alone with gats left with a vest to watch my own back Keep your eyes open - stay wide, shit is mind blowin Look for any sign showin one-time is knowin about the dynasty, shit is not minor leauges no more Cats bleed in this cold war Son we took an oath, then this life took us both We rich now, milk the whole cow, split the growth Now I'm on the car doin, headlights on Fluid in the windsheild wipes gone this light storm that's formin in the sky, you comin home tomorrow? Will you drive or will you fly - hold up, my other side Yo son some other cats tried to ruin our plans Sendin two decoy bitches with pictures of you and your man Askin your whereabouts - I gave 'em no leads For all the nigga know them hoes fuck with police No shit I'm clickin over, I'ma tell Sos' quick Son - them outta state bitches tryin to get us both hit That was Nate, he hit me last night late while in my hoe's stomach Said it's no hundred, we FBI's most wanted So play the low, change your clothes, pack your bags Watch what you say on this phone, get home fast *Repeat Yo it's all good I'ma hit you when I touch down tomorrow son, word Stay on point - don't even use the phone just come to my crib yo, word up Out |
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from Firm - The Album (1997)
Y'know, personally, I'm for the paper
As long as we all see doe (Yo yo, big boys play for large sums) Yeah, uhuh (Even bitches got their shit tight) Ha ha ha Aight (If you're wit us throw your guns up, what the fuck? Form a philly, cock your shit back and bust You acquired the knowledge, my brainwaves cause riots in college Science scholar in this world of violence and dollars Firm rappin god from the projects It ain't hard, from medicate cars to platinum cars, my click is that large To get they dick licked and back massaged by rich chicks who rock Versace bras in the drop, watchin the stars Yo, the conquest is ours, mission accomplished, shittin on Congress Benz whipped with the 6, on this 8 trillion tonnes, when I appear reptilians run >From affilions, willions ??? ??? Like Indians, your style's a dream, we pop Cristal and drive Bentley's in the same streets you can't get a penny in All my real shootout niggas hear me when Half-A-Mil shoot out with Bohemians, calicos spittin in Niggas splittin in the same position they sittin in What sentencin? We got too much Benjamins We even got triple six I-E-M plastic currency with ??? Images *?of Quentin?* in, my niggas lay back We use to pump a G, now we pump 100-K packs Guns aimed at, destroy your whole world like *?K-mat?* What part of the game's that? The curse, my hot verse is flame rap Players got the game trapped, I be the king mack All my bitches mine til they bring crack..... *Yo yo, big boys play for large sums Stack up, strategise, watch the cons come It's all a game, even bitches got their shit tight On the scene, 18, suckin dick right, and sip right If you're wit us throw your guns up, what the fuck? Form a philly, cock your shit back and bust What? From NY to New Orleans, we all fiends Court scenes, flashbacks to kidnaps and fought CREAM Guns bussin, stash house out in Flushing Corruption, killer men-tal is foul adjustin Cold nights, handled the streets my whole life Back off ???? kikes, focus for niggas who lost sight Travel thought wise, beyond light years, way across skies Short-i's, so many makin livin off lies Anti up, hopin my new shorty don't stand me up It had me stuck, after this session, I plan to fuck Hot pursuit, a real splittin image of Pop Duke Block lasoo's, paper player part of my roots So what'cha grow, Shelley? I lit his game so sincerely Really, most rap cats couldn't come near me So it's either or Peter pay Paul, you and yours Fools are frost, regulate life thru rules and laws..... *Repeat Firm official, 8-50 I, burnin pistol Black Magnum P-I, mack V-I, willie hat Half beehive, wise guy, '95 I look in my eye, praisin Allah, project aimin rod Greatest star Agbar, pushin a hot car Shark Bar, private engagement, live entertainment I grab mics and I explain it How I went from the brawns to the brainless to the minds of the wise and the famous Nigga's wives admire the guy's arrangers Kick off their wedding rings to give head to the king It's just a cheddar thing, amaretta, Armani leather thing We in to better things like wettin the brains Jumpin outta stretches and minks, crime connected with link Up in the club buyin drinks, bitches eyein the spinks Hustler haters hate us, my guns say "Fuck what they think" Once I copped a Hummer this summer with a buttoned-up mink *Repeat Bitches got their shit tight If you're wit us throw your guns up, what the fuck? Form a philly, cock your shit back and bust |
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from Firm - The Album (1997)
Yeah, I'd like to welcome everybody that came
I know that I woke y'all up early this mornin', but shit is real I need all y'all to come down so we can talk about these things that's going on man It's gettin' real Escobar, reportoire, that's my man Blowin' up how we expand Stack grands up, pack vans up, with wild cats Bustin' live gats Claimin' that you illa than me, now how's that In the Bridge hangin' wit the thug menaces Images of mad loot, and beatin' sentences Now we livin' large, remininscin' flippin' on prison guards Jumpin' in and out of different cars On a weekly, Benz or Mitsubishi Got the flip phone in the strip zone Satellite dish, 50 inch with the Knicks on Everday it's real in my life, you live in sitcoms Real Dons, bustin' out this hustlin' game with the name See it lights, bitch get it right Scorsese, capo, black Mercedes Miami in back, with the crack, the late 80's Brown Timbs, and thousands Now we on to some real doe How does it feel to count a mil? What you bug? Throw a party and show love to the same cats after your stacks who throw slugs |
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from Nature - For All Seasons [Clean Version] (2000)
Don't Stop
Uh huh Don't Stop, real hot, it's crazy hot in here Don't Stop, word, yeah, uh huh, yo, ayo Don't Stop, keep going [Verse 1] Ayo many people tell me my style is terrific It is kinda different, but let's get specific 1998, I appear for the listeners The hoes, same ones appearin at my shows It's niggas in this game tryin na be like me You could see em in the club playin V.I.P. Aint nothin wrong, all o my dogs came to ball And when we play the dance floor, y'all play the wall Like graffiti, changin my style weekly Niggas know, we recognize cats into dough We A alike, B alike, gotta twist the 'dro Shittin on my name might get a nigga smoked Tension when he wit his wiz, hit him in the throat Like blau, thugs aint 'posed to back down Bitches only love them cats that act wild What you grossin, eatin shit up, when you fuckin frozen And eat you up like a fuckin vulture Don't Stop, keep goin [7X] [Verse 2] Battle of the beat shit, I heat shit It's real, five nights straight a steep hill Call me Mr. Clutch, nigga my game's tight Spittin out the hot shit, my slang's tight In the back of the club, spottin hoes Yeah we drunk, but that don't mean we can't fuck It's beats like this that keep me amped up Niggas on the block that need that anthem Weed be Branson, cleans out the lungs Niggas talk shit need to bring out they guns Double barrel, imagine the thugs comin at you Once you get hit, you can't run the slugs travel Careful what you wish for, or live for Goin up against yours, my shit's raw I'm hopin that you zoom in, soon you'll get the picture Now ask yourself who's the victor Don't |
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from Nature - For All Seasons [Clean Version] (2000)
W: I don't give a fuck about your Girlfriends N: I don't give a fuck about your Man boo W: I don't give a fuck about your friends N: and your friends ain't shit, and sometimes I can't understand you N: I don't even know why you page me W: I don't even know if I can trust you N: Yo, is you jumpin' it off? W: is you jumpin' it off? N: If not then keepin' movin' bitch, fuck you Verse 1: I got a whole 'lotta problems that I gotta resolve like 4 in the mornin' I get anonymous calls they let it ring once, they let it ring twice damm, it rang twelve times, chickens ain't right cussin' like a sailor, fuckin' in trailors photoshoots, niggas did it and told me the head was much realer shouldn't have did it boo, you shouldn't have did it boo now you forgettin' exactly how many niggas you did it too cut you off, shit's critical, gimme my space I admit, I was the one that made the silly mistakes the Fifty state roamer had to throw the fake on her heavyweight, ringside seats in Nate's corner wait for her, it might take days but back home's where the fight takes place punches and scratches headlocks and hatchets screamin' at the top of her lungs, this bitch is spazzin' comin' at ya, whats up with that shit? Chorus Verse 2: Hugs turn to kisses, kisses turn to intercourse engagement, marriage, then divorce devellish acts, sinnin' thoughts secrets bein' spilled out, soon as it happens the pigeons talk I try to keep her close by, don't mind lettin' go let her know who the fuck she wit' like any Man unless he's whipped a messy script leads to domestic dis |
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from Nature - For All Seasons [Clean Version] (2000)
(james brown sample) "this is a man's world!"
Verse 1: Lies and rumors, money and hoes It's the world that I'm attached to, the world that I know Influential, never stable in the mental But clever, spittin' that same shit niggas is into I'll bleed for the craft if I have to, think rational Lovin' money and weed, pussy and fast food Tatoo a dead man's name on my arm I'm a thug in the street thats still afraid of his moms Everyday I watch a player get robbed, player get popped I try to drink the pain away and pray that it stops In the mornin' head straight to the spot, the juice bar Niggas tried all that other shit and what's the use god? For the paper nature takes it too far, perfectionist Rep the bridge, where everything's foul except the kids We get it on, and contradict livin' long Though the clock will still tic when you gone. Chorus (this is a man's world!) Now if you a man be a man (you need a plan) If you fall (i'ma put you on your feet again) When you starve (i'ma show you how to eat again) And through it all (I'll show you how to be a friend) Now when you in charge be in charge (you need a squad) If you bored (i'ma show you how to be involved) I give 'em more (niggas know they can't see the God) I can't believe it God (I gotta eat or starve) Verse 2: Keep the livest image, high percentage Four in the mornin', Niggas blitzin' on corners like the line of scrimmage Convicts turnin' confident Enter the phase of niggas and they feminine ways Love my timberlands, cinnamon suede Bottles mo' proof For all the problems that a nigga go through It's forever real 'cause some scars can never heal I'd rather throw the cards in and pray I get a better deal Guns excite me, keep atleast a hundred wifey's My duns up in the pens y'all need to write me Street cadets, alias names and re-arrests It doesn't take much to know that wrieffer helps relieve the stress We make moves or get caught for the loot Wild niggas on the block look for more to recruit Gettin' chips from an alternate route But the same breed It's been twenty-somethin' years now, I'm still lookin' for the same dream. Chorus Verse 3: In my world police recognize names Know us niggas by the walk or the size of their chain You know the motto We live for today, there's no tomorrow We're only makin' time for the hoes that swallow F**k a role model, I need therapy Seven nights out the week I jump out my sleep breathin' heavily Keep my head up, only the strong survive Livin' in a man's world, still belongs to a tribe Took the family along for the ride Watch 'em eat Now I'm movin' with the same cats that'll rock me to sleep Never close your eyes, learn to roll with the wise 'cause some niggas 'll talk shit and play close to the sides While I call the shots And stay supportin' the block We livin' above the law until all of it stops I still open doors, a thug nigga overall And if you ain't know then black man go for yours. Chorus 'till fade... |
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from Nature - For All Seasons [Clean Version] (2000)
I gots no birth records, no next of kin Know alotta motherfuckers got no best friends Know the weather checkin ten ten winds A.M., first and fifteenth I'm layin at the check cash in Think I'm playin, blink and I'm sprayin Wrong move, ask yourself which leg you wan' lose Cuz you gon lose I cripple niggas, from the complex to simple niggas Keep showin y'all with difficult this Kept the world sayin dunn but never been to the bridge What type of shit is that, fraudulence But what's the cause of it Nature came through, erasin all of it Stop the presses, groupie niggas ask alotta questions I repeat this is not a question If you don't reply quick enough I gotta press 'em Keep the glock by the intestines 38 waist, wit a belt Regardless of your stats, you could catch a shaft HOOK: Believe me when I tell you this [2X] Nothing y'all can do for me [2X] I don't believe in selfishness This time I want my crew to eat, my crew We comin through a hundred strong [2X] Comin wit a hundred miles, a hundred miles Bumpin shit all summer long, bump that You want it then and want it now We want it now [Verse 2] Yo, ayo I rap for my niggas, and rap for the hoes Rap when I'm gettin dressed, when I iron my clothes Depressed, I kick raps that change your whole mood It somehow, stick to your ribs like soul food Rap for wheelchairs, rap for canes Ace bandages and niggas wit sprains, stay limpin in pain I rap for math, english, even rap for science Gotta try to laugh, keep myself from cryin I rap for Giants, the Jets, the Yankess, the Mets It's New York, New York, from Clue to Flex New cassettes stay poppin up Your boo let me throw my cock |
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from Nature - For All Seasons [Clean Version] (2000)
Yo Nate, shit is crazy, I shook hands with mad dead niggas yo, all the
Niggas that used to be on the block, Ill Will, Marty, Black Ed, yo Son Mad niggas is gone, rest in peace though Fifty-Two blocks, Gazelle frames Bald heads and heavy chains Somehow caught in the game Back in '83, before cable TV When these so called thug niggas played in the street I used to hear the stories Live niggas here before me Like the Rich Porters, the Fat Cats, the Pauly's Outlaw league, from the street to the Pen Eyes glossy, niggas only speak when they bent Off the perfect mixture Forcin' down herbs and liquor Only hot slugs 'll hurt ya quicker Think it out and elevate, I gave years to the state As a 92-R-7478, it set me straight The changing of a stubborn cat The one that used to hustle on the block mad hard and loved to rap In goose down coats and wool hats, the youth in me I guess life on the streets ain't what it used to be I remember When niggas used to live it up, live it up Flashin' dough all night I remember When niggas didn't give a fuck, gettin' drunk Shootin' guns all night Straight shots of Hen with no chaser Mo' paper, stubborn, hard headed like Joe Frazier The Gremlins, the pack that I come with Keep gats by the stomach Act up and stack hundreds Niggas don't want it, see me I be the ring leader, Lion tamer Do the bankhead and Macarena A black entertainer, bottom line Ya'll niggas know who got the hottest rhymes Face it, I got the whole globe on some Nate shit Straight from the corners to the covers of the latest Rap Pages Turn the Projects to black Vegas Don Kingin' niggas, make 'em sign blank papers It's the American way, do my enemies pray or is it just me? Hustlin', hopin' the fiends trust me Talkin' to us, hold up, let me walk you through this Wannabe pimps, hoes, often shooters Niggas need to know what the truth is Fuck the sarcasm I miss my nigga Mark but God has 'em When I see his flics I start spazzin' I learned to let it go But I guess livin' this life a nigga never know I remember When niggas used to live it up, live it up Flashin' dough all night I remember When niggas didn't give a fuck, gettin' drunk Shootin' guns all night I used to love Starters, thug garments Boppin' into Spofford, R.O.R. on drug charges Writin' on walls, florescent markers and krylon Savin' my loot to buy a firearm Broken safety, borough hall and Jay street Hopped the train not knowin' that a fall awaits me Problems came when I started slingin' Late night I hear revolvers ringin' The echos cause cops to start Rodney Kingin' Many riots, is there any silence? Everybody sipped Henny, hustled with many clients Growin' up on the same block my Pops was raised Rocked waves, blend tapes playin' on hot days Brought the speakers out Police made us put the wrieffer out Peep it, I was too young to leave the house I'm tryin' to see the World, runnin' the streets without a care I remember it well 'cause I was there I remember When niggas used to live it up, live it up Flashin' dough all night I remember When niggas didn't give a fuck, gettin' drunk Shootin' guns all night I remember When niggas used to live it up, live it up Flashin' dough all night I remember When niggas didn't give a fuck, gettin' drunk Shootin' guns all night I remember When niggas used to live it up, live it up Flashin' dough all night I remember When niggas didn't give a fuck, gettin' drunk Shootin' guns all night |
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from Nature - For All Seasons [Clean Version] (2000)
24-7, 365 days
niggas coming sideways, not me some are sloppy my style sharper than a three-piece suit plus a tie, and deper than the look, in a thugs eyes why do slugs fly? ask ya'self that why does Uncle Sam got us held back? my niggas sell crack, to survive thun it ain't what you wear, it's what you drive them crackers in the bank don't give a fuck if you live no offense, but y'all just gotta know that it's tense I'm energized, everytime that I rhyme, I go the length from point A to point Z I guess you slept, I guess you'll never realize how hot my joints be so turn it up, I found a new way to earn a buck rappin' for the people hustla's and murderers doctors and lawyers cops and Tom Sawyr type niggas ball playas earning nice figures everybody, play my shit loud at every party bitches get dicked down now they praying that they pregnant by me, on purpose, I be the nigga that you worship staying in ya tape deck spraying ya favorite verses again and again peep my adrenaline Thugged the fuck out at the same time a perfect gentleman (Chorus) You ain't never heard no shit like this(6X) Now who else could take a beat like this and twist it speak wisdom, and sound clear on a cheap system it gotta be me, you know my policy I keep you on ya toes like high heel shoes for real though irritating like when ya beard grow try to trim it, the hottest nigga in the rap game without a gimmick keep my hat on matching my wears bitches ask me for loot only after my deal it's all real I'm critically acclaimed my shit bang from here to Quebec niggas show me either fear or respe |
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from Nature - For All Seasons [Clean Version] (2000)
Peep the reprucussions
causing deep discussions brothers that fight might only speak to cousins rugged life but niggas in my fleet is stubborn grandma's they turn to Stella's when they need some loving my name holds weight, bigger than a Saint Bernard some think because its rap that it aint a job think again, i try to sepearate my do's from don'ts niggas be slittin they wrist, losing they hoes some dudes be confused when they broke misrabale, looking death in the eye dont blink quick to smile my hoodrats be women now, ?? lot yall'a always be my bitches lonely or not how much ass can i pass up? tilt your glass up this one's for the kids in Arkansas that shot they class up when I smoke I like my hash crushed beleive it or not Q-B forever niggas keeping it locked smoking cheeba some supply it some'll grow it reefer some'll buy it some'll roll it the chronic if you try'd it then you know it the toxic i'm getting high when i roll it you know i wanna hit the chocolate some brothers love to see them clouds the hydro some brothers love to get aroused the la-la in some paper or a dutch the ganja i cant wait to get a rush marijuana I play cards with Ray Charles cheat for a grand once I deal out the deck take a peak at his hand he got blackjacks but still losing is ?{weak I write a hook and feel my beat Trayino, Mike G should read his feet}? Play these niggas now in 98 no time to graze niggas cause they might tell white judges, like the icegrill hoes set you up-the same way that Pac and Mike fell Private affairs if I know your wife well switch to different subjects some of the styles that I hit you up with-a |
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from Nature - For All Seasons [Clean Version] (2000)
I rap for all thug cliques bloods and crips
niggas who hate the cameras and loving the chips caught in solitude old timers taught me how to move fort apache Queensbridge corner athlete at 6-1 170 plus Hennyed up walk around like I could never be touched the whole clique be heavily truck peep the style though tricking house notes and whips on these foul hoes wild as Alpo crack crusade rap bu-ffets a rare site like blacks in toupees keep the Rollie shinin' true players know the science and those that's behind me be the Giants while y'all are Jets last place niggas minor threats stay on the move till it's time to rest aint it bugged? so take it back to the time Rickle's with Doug I used to fiend to hear my shit in the club torchin it for the less fortunate y'all need to watch me bitches start to swarm like the paparazzi pussy and money it made me cocky celebrity getting no sleep drinking heavily and live the life some will never see (chorus) I got a fist full of dollars (and you talking that shit) rich rap scholar (and you talking that shit) we plan to live forever (don't be talking that shit) you better get your shit together (stop talking that shit) it's the top of the division (still talking that shit) knock'em out position ('cause we talking that shit) anything can happen (so don't be talking that shit) now watch me go platinum (just for talking that shit) 1's for the money 2's for the weed spot undercover cops follow me though they need not it's like I'm Rick James caught in the mix rockin' thick chains from hood to hood aint shit changed supplying hits the type of cat hoes eye and dip tricking the same loot that |
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from Nature - For All Seasons [Clean Version] (2000)
(nature)
Do you see what I see? Do you smoke what I smoke? Do you wanna smoke? Do you wanna ride? Yeah aiyyo aiyyo When I walk into a room, niggas feel a slight breeze Stay a little while till they feel they might freeze Never understood why they never liked me 'cause when I locked the door, they turned into to icees Starin at my feet all you see is nikes Bet you never seen a ill pair like these Size ten, never find me in a tight squeeze At the airport, minutes before my flight leaves Round trip tickets to who knows where Stay boarding, never at least a day's warning Previous plans, they spoiling A dollar and a dream, the theme to new york, stay torrance >from st. john's to wake forest, wait for us Straight ballers, you hearin it first Nate flawless in almost every event Puttin up point, while niggas like y'all stay scoreless (chorus) All my niggas from the projects, light one up To my bitches from the projects, light one up And stay high, high And pass me a cup of that good shit (so high), We on some hood shit (so high) Niggas from the projects, light one up To my bitches from the projects, light one up And stay high, high And pass me a cup of that good shit (so high), We on some hood shit (so high) (nas) What's me without the hood? A tree without wood, a dutch wit no bud A cut wit no blood A f**k but don't nut, I be incomplete If me and the street wasn't in between the sheets I'm a product of hard luck, the money and murder game Here's nature, kill a faker, man you heard of the name >from the cold streets of qb, old beef to new beef No peace, through the song, what I see you see (nature) Mad bitches wanna smoke wit me Niggas wanna roll wit me Usually in my hood, find me in yo' city Grimy-ette so pretty, it's like there's two me's Wit no favorites, I try to love both of me Thinkin of a way where I can better myself Sometimes I get a head of myself Holdin weed wit intention, frontin like I got it prescribed So high I must be outta my mind Chorus (nature) It's like hoppin in a glass pool, half full Niggas only hit the bottom when they crash through Mash fools out like they fast food Bon' appetit, platinum or not, it ain't no match for me I sum niggas whole careers up, scared tough niggas Bluff niggas into thinkin that their year's up It ain't a game, took six months off, the shit jumps off Mini-me's are gettin punched in they jaw My dunn call this shit animal rap Me, I call it dumbin My near-sighted niggas saw it comin More stunnin, brand new flows to toy wit Neck flooded on some hurricane floyd shit Back and forth to st. crouix kid, same plan Playin sega dreamcast till the plane lands A changed man, niggas don't know, they never will And if they don't understand, then they ain't fam, simple as that Chorus 2x |
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from Nature - For All Seasons [Clean Version] (2000)
We aint friend (guess it gotta be like dis) no more, howd it end (you made it like dis) cold war, we aint close (i thought we was gonna be here foreva) like we use to be (you and me) we aint friends
yo yo ( we aint friends) how long'd ya think that you could get away with it? (no more) did ya think the bullshit would stay hidden? (how'd it end) ya'll nukkas fuked up makin me choose (cold war) yo i use ta have love for you now i refuse (we aint close) to have anything other then hate my brothers fate finished (like we use to be) i wonder how the evil got up in us (we aint friends) , you throw dirt on my name when you bleed then you game when i need then you came but not now we aint friends do the math yo add and subtract every year i lose a close friend too many havnt come back i've seen nukkas on the night of there death i sat in on nukkas baggin up goin home inspired the chef i tried to make alittle money dunn and buy it myself not knowin that this drug shit required some help i had no where to turn yo what could i do when you gave me your back like nukka fuk you now i see what i couldnt b4 ya nose divin like ya'll Egypt air i put ya'll right in the morgue there aint a line that ya'll couldnt absorb i'll makes it clear for ya and makes it get up in ya area handle ya'll business let it be known that i know fuk tryna spread a rumor the lead is goin throw ya, ya neva grow too old ta get your revenge when its on then its on dont talk we aint friends ( we aint friends) how long'd ya think that you could get away with it? (no more) did ya think the bullshit would stay hidden? (how'd it end) ya'll nukkas fuked up makin me choose (cold war) yo i use ta have love for you now i refuse (we aint close) to have anything other then hate my brothers fate finished (like we use to be) i wonder how the evil got up in us (we aint friends) , you throw dirt on my name when you bleed then you game when i need then you came but not now we aint friends i know nukkas that are neutral and nukkas that move quick ta shoot ya throw ya stitchin stop ya twitchin cant sell no rocks without my permission nukkle head bring alot of friction the bullshit be non-existing so if you livin a lie that means you only welcome for a limited time i dont care who you know interfere with my doe then i'll come where you stay you was cool yesterday but now im livin for tomorrow a brand new me i move on never hesitate when you wrong catch me in the crib with one shoe on gettin the mail nuthin but bills and coupons over power ya'll im too strong im ? the kids they going crazy in the house when the juice gone are you as stubborn as me is it love is it beef then we all make amends if not we aint friends ( we aint friends) how long'd ya think that you could get away with it? (no more) did ya think the bullshit would stay hidden? (how'd it end) ya'll nukkas fuked up makin me choose (cold war) yo i use ta have love for you now i refuse (we aint close) to have anything other then hate my brothers fate finished (like we use to be) i wonder how the evil got up in us (we aint friends) , you throw dirt on my name when you bleed then you game when i need then you came but not now we aint friends We aint friend no more, howd it end cold war, we aint close like we use to be we aint friends |
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from Nature - For All Seasons [Clean Version] (2000)
When you thought it was no love
It's always love around the world When you think it's no war It's always war [Verse 1] Ayo, ayo I almost got caught by this young bitch, a dumb bitch I offered her ones, she wanted hundreds She don't even drink, shorty sips SunKiss Caught me on the one on one, always try to tongue kiss She aint the type of girl that I'll have my son wit Days are fun wit, fucked everywhere brought stuffed teddy bears Told me that she loved me and she very scared Up until now, she never trusted any man She never knew about my other boo, comin through My dimepiece teachin summer school, part time At night, honey was a stripper Givin cats lap dances, the money was quicker Mid town Manhattan crib, shorty live by herself Raisin little man, five and still shit on hisself In the fridge, wasn't shit on the shelf Roach legs and cheese She was the head pro, you know she got a extra key She met my dog, slept in my draws Now she go in my pockets, intercept my calls Like the other day, Young Love called me from school She answered and hung up, arguments was brung up For a hot second, hit me with tears, somethin not expected Stared at my eyes like I got her pregnant Said Nate, I never really ever want you to go I said it's somethin that I want you to know HOOK: You're my Young Love My lady (knawmean) You're everything in this world there is to me (That's the way it's supposed to be) I gotta be with you, or someone Fly Young Love, my Young Love [Verse 2] Yo, yo, yo in the cut, Young Love still diggin her guts In school sick, callin me to pick her up, jumped in the whip Swervin on my way to Murry Bergdrom I could tell by her voice ph |
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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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