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from Raekwon - Samurydas [single] (2011)
까페뮤직 For Gr..
ttj25 Dilemma (Feat. Kelly Rowland) (Edited) Nelly Heaven Ginuwine Still Not A Player (Feat. Joe) Big Punish.. 곡 60 | 담기 38 | 추천 6 |
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from Justin Bieber - Never Say Never [remix] (2011)
You see my baby up and hit the road
Where she's going that's when nobody knows I need to find her 'fore another man does I wouldn't want him to steal my love I'm just trying to be cool, cool, cool, trying to be cool What you expect me to do? Oh, oh, oh, yeah I'm just trying to find, find, find Sweet love of mine I'm running out of time, where is my runaway love? Searching low and high, know that I'm not giving up I'd give it all up for us, it'll never be enough I won't stop until I find my runaway love See my baby really needs some help 'Cause she can never stay at home by herself She says she needs a little company Even if she's not always with me, yeah, oh I'm just trying to be cool, cool, cool What you expect me to do? Oh yeah I'm just trying to find, find, find Sweet love of mine Running out of time, where is my runaway love? Searching low and high, know that I'm not giving up I'd give it all up for us, it'll never be enough I won't stop until I find my runaway love Why can't I find the love of mine When you're standing right in front of my face? Oh why? I must be blind How did I let you get away? Yeah, yeah I'm running out of time, where is my runaway love? Searching low and high, know that I'm not giving up I'd give it all up for us, it'll never be enough I won't stop until I find my runaway love Running out of time, where is my runaway love? Searching low and high, know that I'm not giving up I'd give it all up for us, it'll never be enough I won't stop until I find my runaway love Oh, yeah, oh, baby |
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from Yelawolf - Trunk Muzik 0-60 (2010)
I wish a motherfucker the best of a lucka
Suckers can kiss my pickle, adjust your lip up and fucking pucker I got pull like a trucker, specifically southern Louie the Slugger Tucked on the Chevy rubber to bust your bubble Hug your mother, don't lie to your brother You know Yela's trouble, call the police, look at these bleeding knuckles Alabama's elephant feet rumble, get pummelled and beat Underneath the concrete like a street plumber Give me the bucks from in the trees hundreds of leaves Cover the Mossy Oak sleeves I got it, believe it momma Corny motherfuckers we shuck em And animals, we stuff em, a cannibal, he's bluffing nah Woke up in the morning with a fucking pen and a pistol I put one to the paper, I put one to my fears Stuck up a shop with the pen then I shot up my notebook I'm reading bullet holes, I wish I fucking would [Chorus] I wish a motherfucker would tell me that I ain't hip hop Bitch you ain't hip hop I wish a motherfucker would tell me that my shit gonna flop Bitch your shit shit gonna flop I wish a motherfucker would tell me that I ain't hip hop Bitch you ain't hip hop I wish a motherfucker would I wish a motherfucker would [Verse 2] Hello all my fellow crooks as I let the cigarello cook I'm kool-aid, I got that ghetto hook I got a white bitch who said she went to Pebblebrook Graduated in '03 and love Yelawolf I got more numbers than a yellow book And I took more shots than Carmello took So I'm used to being an underdog Send my goons to come assault every last one of y'all No wonder all they brawl take their pajamas off Look up ? whenever I want to call I'm a convict but I don't wear orange I'm so raw, catch me in my rare form I been fly, my momma gave birth to me on a plane Nigga so I guess you could say I'm airborne I'm running my city getting my mayor on Stay on my grizzly, you know I bear arms [Chorus] I wish a motherfucker would try to run up on me, I keep that clip cocked I wish a motherfucker would tell that ain't kush that's in my zip look I wish a motherfucker would tell me I ain't hip hop, bitch my shit hot I wish a motherfucker would I wish a motherfucker would [Verse 3] Au contraire mon frere one pure pain giver Don't ingest this, it might cause corrosion of the liver Yeah toxic, dropkick opponents on arrival This ain't hip hop, this is the manual to survival Take notes fake folks, imitators and lovers A true to life Jesus risen up from the gutter I'm awesome, different from the rest of you rappers And that's real shit, Pill spits exactly what happened This is chemistry ? Please explain the vivid scenes of what occurred on streets And I doubt if you know what it really means Cultural differences divide us and our nemesis When music is the food for living I think we all forgetting this Born into poverty, hard torn obviously That ain't going so we trying to figure out how to eat Older brother hustling, momma working overtime Now I'm standing in the kitchen whipping bank it's soda time [Chorus] I wish a motherfucker would tell me this ain't straight drop yams fresh out the pot I wish a motherfucker would tell me this ain't a trout spot serving it to a block I wish a motherfucker would tell me this ain't a yam shop, come and order your rocks I wish a motherfucker would I wish a motherfucker would Lyrics Added By Paul Rotella |
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from Kanye West - My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy [Deluxe Edition] (2010)
Ain't no question if I want it I need it I can feel it slowly drifting away from me I'm on the edge so why you playing I'm saying I will never ever let you live this down down down Not for nothing I've for seen it I dream it I can feel it slowly dripping away from me No more chances if you blow this you bogus I will never ever let you live this down down down Penitentiary chances the devil dances and eventually answers to the call of Autumn all of them fallin' for the love of ballin' got caught with 30 rocks the cop look like Alec Baldwin inter century anthems based off inner city tantrums based off the way we was branded face it Jerome get more time than Brandon and at the airport they check all through my bag and tell me that it's random but we stay winning this week has been a bad massage I need a happy ending and a new beginning and a new fitted and some job opportunities thats lucrative This the real world homie school finished they done stole your dreams you dunno who did it I treat the cash the way the government treats AIDS I won't be satisfied til all my niggas get it get it Ain't no question if I want it I need it I can feel it slowly drifting away from me I'm on the edge so why you playing I'm saying I will never ever let you live this down down down Is hip hop just a euphemism for a new religion the soul music for the slaves that the youth is missing this is more than just my road to redemption Malcolm West had the whole nation standing at attention as long as I'm in Polo's they think they got me but they would try to crack me if they ever see a black me I thought I chose a field where they couldn't sack me if a nigga shootin a jump shot running a track meet but this pimp is ar the top of mount Olympus ready for the World's game this is my Olympics we make 'em say ho cause the game is so pimpish choke a southpark writer with a fishstick I insisted to get up off a this dick and these drugs fans cant resist it remind me of when they tried to have Ali enlisted if I ever one of the greatest nigga I must have missed it Ain't no question if I want it I need it I can feel it slowly drifting away from me I'm on the edge so why you playing I'm saying I will never ever let you live this down down down I need more drinks and less lights and that American Apparal girl in just tights she told the director she tryna get in a school he said take them glasses off and get in the pool it's been a while since I watched the tube cause like a crip said I got way too many blues for any more bad news I was looking at my resume feeling real fresh today they rewrite history I don't believe in yesterday and what's a black beetle anyway a fucking roach I guess thats why they got me sitting in fucking coach but God said I need a different approach cause people is looking at me like I'm sniffing coke it aint funny anymore try dipping jokes tell 'em hug and kiss my ass x and o kiss the ring while they at it do my thing while I'm got it play strings for the dramatic and end all of that wack shit act like I aint had a belt in two classes I aint got it I'm going after whoever who has it I'm coming after whoever who has it you blowing up that's good fantastic that y'all its like that ya'll I don't really give a fuck about it at all cause the same people that tried to black ball me forgot about 2 things my black balls Ain't no question if I want it I need it I can feel it slowly drifting away from me I'm on the edge so why you playing I'm saying I will never ever let you live this down down down I know cops hems is lifting lenses kid Armani suits fresh fruits Bally boots and Benzes counting up smoking one cuff live as a red Jag a Louis bag grabbing a blunt fuck it steam about a hundred and one L's kites off the jails buying sweats running up in Stetson nigga hat game was special it matched every black pair of Nikes throwing dice for decimals the older head bolder head would train a soldier head make sure he right in the field not a soldier dead got made code red break up the black skunk the black dutch back of the old shed if you can't live you dying you give or buy in keep it real or keep it moving keep grinding keep shining to every young man this is a plan learn from others like your brothers Rae and Kanye Not for nothing I've for seen it I dream it I can feel it slowly ripping away from me no more chances if you blow this you bogus I will never ever let you live this down down down |
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from Method Man, Ghostface Killah - Wu-Massacre (2010)
[Interlude: Ghostface Killah]
Aiyo, Rae, aiyo, Rae, check it out, yo Let me go in there one more time and air these niggas out For old times sake, you know how we do, my nig' Old times sake, just for me, man, one more time, I'm begging you Let me just go in, and just fly on these niggas heads, man It's what I'm talking about [Ghostface Killah:] It's like a body in a project hallway, who did it? Who's the next nigga that sucked the snit-ich That's my word, it could never be me You see the deer head on the living room wall, like his neck fell off That can be all sculptured and glazed with gloss Call the shots that Bill Belichick would call Snake niggas slither all in the glass house, racial slurs When it's time to go to war, they cash out Throw 'em in the rear-naked choke, they tap out Niggas try to surround the kid, I backed out And threw two rocks at 'em, watching the ho drop I'm from a place where we locking the low glocks Yellowtape, the bodies, jiggy and road blocks Got the towels up in the air, it's so hot Talking bout Staten Island, profiling Switchblade city, the goons is wilding Escape from my slums, nigga, you got talent And we don't want the fifth of 'yac, we want the gallon ['Scarface' sample:] What you think I'm a fucking worm like you? I told you, man - [Method Man:] Vacate black, bust gats, wherever we at You all that, hit 'em in the chest, we fall back I got mines, nigga, where yours at? We call that, raw rap, got fiends in front of my door mat That Witty Unpredictable fly shit, drive-by shit These the niggas I ride with And we gon' get cake, ya'll, as soon as this pie split Smacking up the dry snitch, nigga, you my bitch Somebody put Tical on, matter fact, put Tical on One suuu, Staten Isle on 'em I bank roll, I break codes, and I ain't trynna catch another case, case closed Give me my crown, cause I deserve it, real dudes giving me pounds But not too close though, the semis'll round Bitches, running they mouth, goons, running your gate My team running the block, cops running my plates Well fuck that, Criminology rap Niggas hate, I hate back, floating in the flyest Maybach, nigga |
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[Featuring Street Life] [Method Man] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yea yo Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo All them real live motherfuckin niggaz step up front right now Its goin down One love to Long Island Hempstead in my heart baby Shaolin what? Come on come on HA! Dangerous ground Tre pound seven spin around for my bredren the clouds come down War and peace I take it to the street Land sharp on my lawn chop the thumbs off a thief And curse his first born, is this thing on? Send em to the children of the corn we the people See, niggaz through the eye of the demon My lethal injection, destroyin evil Hot Nikkel, private eye one pistol Aimin at your brain tissue, do or die Said the spider to the fly Could this one be tasty Like momma apple pie goodness, Johnny Blaze me On the job like Dick Tracy Hit the cure for that ill shit like Ben Casey, M.D. Symbolic thrill like god he shocked it Like a finger in a light socket, too good to be forgotten In the rotten apple I kick dirt on the sand castle Check the flavor all natural (Beat your feet) Hot Niks son (E-mizer) Before you get the main course (Taste a appetizer) Submerged in the word Heavy headed verbal Smack you, mentally disturb you attack you Thirty-six chamb once again comin at you Young gun got the body snatch you observe Yo eyes work you can only see through the third Eyeball baby Im the norm on the bird To shine on mental nourishment, you can dine on Track yellin at me get yo arrow god Victory is hard Regardless to whom or what They all get retard its a law Runnin through a house and your block party, we wreck-tion And Hot rock the body body, St. Bernards Couldnt save your enterrage plat lobotamy Leave ya mentally scarred, numb and possibly Dumb deaf and blind is it I keep your spine out the battery pack spark it with mine keep it movin Now everybody just throw your hands in the......(phone rings) What the fuck? Peace - who this? [Streetlife] Mind detect mind A P.L.O. da startin line Deep Space Nine Designed for knuckleheads who bust guns and throw signs Lets converse snatch the tap from your purse Body-surf on the verse head first Peeped your feet bitch straight beat you know wit the heat And you spazzed out spittin out teeth aint nothin please Big boys dont destroy blunt is so pop stare on 50 men convoy, spends to wear the big toy Rumble through the wasteland my hands on the silencer 40 caliber city slicker Staten Islander Synchronize minds combine thoughts that motivate Dont perpetrate pass the blunt let it circulate Street politicians on a suicide mission Crime vision finger itchin from a scope-view position Dangerous ground Tre pound seven spin around for my bredren the cloud comes down [Method Man] Yo Keep ya eyes open Love potion number nine poetry in motion Knowledge me the seventh sign Scold it canivin Infiltrate is most of mine Play em nonchalantly, calmly expose the nine Push and get shoved what the fuck gods thinkin of Comin in the club wit that screw face, actin up Is we men or mice, bad moon risin We wild for the night Kill a skitzofrenic nigga twice cuz-a Thats what happened when frontin on this Shaol brotha Island of Staten we in here no fear Assault wit intent To kill your whole regiment its real Startin wit yo president, duckin my dart gun Tear apart something you dont want it then dont start none Blaze one with Jonathon, part man part fly Handle my B-I camouflauge like G.I. Fat like Joe, a day in the life Your money or your life thats the life Everybody cant afford ice in the struggle Tryin to eat right another day another hustle hustle hustle (Uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh) Dangerous ground Tre pound seven spin around for my bredren the clouds come down War and peace, I take it to the street Land sharp on my lawn chop the thumbs off a thief Motherfuck |
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| from The Evil Genius DJ Green Lantern, Styles P - The Green Ghost Project (2010) | |||||
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from Wu Music Group Presents Links To Poetry (2009)
And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get
Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America Who wants to kill him? No information, say yes or no One point five million Alright, you get what you want, money's no object They're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable And there are explosive head bullets, in the clip Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man Yo Starks come here, come here Sun Come here for a minute! Aiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up Shit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig! Get your big Adidas off my moms table man! Get the fuck off it man. Yo just chill man, pass the Cristal man. Niggaz is greedy man, damn. Big ass shits. Yo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man. Chill man. Bobby Steels Somebody go to the store man Sup kid? Get that baking soda. (Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways (Noodles) We came off with two mil kid Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through) La cosa nostra (Johnny Blaze!) (Lou Diamonds!) Represent kid. (Tony Starks) Universal frontier (Original blood claat bad bwoys) [Chorus] Who come to get you? None. They want guns! I be the first to set off shit, last to run Wu roll together as one I call my brother Sun 'cause he shine like one Check it Scriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties Like my hair notty and my nose piece snotty Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real Ain't nuttin' fraudulent here, we pioneer Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah Thirty-six chambers of fear, huh, you lost it Information leakin' out your faucets, hmmmmm Time to forfeit your crown and leave the ground There's a new sheriff in town holdin' it down It's the two holster, shit shot smoker Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster Wild in the West, a student of my culture And life is the test, hold up Let a nigga catch his breath, we still payin' dues And the last one is death, back to the essence With that shit you stressin', this rap profession Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin Isle plus my style, Criminology pays The last times and days, Johnny fuckin' Blaze This goes for niggaz who know Wu will grow like llello, ley no Plus coolin' in Barbados Ricaans be givin' me much shit, the dutch shit Stay cool papi, seize it with enough shit Back at the lab a, crack's bagged up Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta Senoritas, fuckin' up a storm buyin' guards margaritas Suckin' his dick, up in the whip long Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas Them niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah Jakes beware black rap millionaires Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin' this year One eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah Wu roll together as one I call my brother Sun 'cause he shine like one Solid gold crown is shinin' Solid gold, check it Sun yo Solid gold crown be shinin' and blindin' like some diamonds I be pioneerin the style in the cloud with silver linings Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected The heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus Castin' stones, crackin' two-hundred and six bones And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone How dare you approach it with dim pones The overfiend like Noah Bean green souls with a soldier mean The grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it The Ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general Lickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial Happen millennium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin Goes up your adrenalin son it's time for 'boutin' It's a mileage resemblin' niggaz who like followin' Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle God steppin' forth upon holy down of the track It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack So I decided to bite down on the mic So the pain of the track won't deny the fact That I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert That hurts the individual who tries to visual-ize under Cause I strike, like thunder Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable My wisdom fucks up your respiratorial Systems are fractured by the killa tactics Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged Enter the entity, my vicinity Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity Represent the school of hard knocks and glocks my Clan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so Feel the force of impact from the iron side of The gat as I attack the track From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome Watch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin' dome Piece, deceased, laid to rest [Chorus] Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room Holdin' up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef So step back, to the lab at, high velocity My teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy Fuck Horado Pablos plan growas bravo Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels The man rockin' head bands, silk scarves and jams Early 80's British rock, playboys, mocks, and shams The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's Remember them kids that came off with eight million Robbed the Brinks and I labeled in royal pavilions Them flower heads must have been stupid Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid That's jet money, undaground money Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies Cosa cosa, come on |
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[Intro: Raekwon]
Yo, yo, Iron Chef (gracias) I need some of that, (slide through the back) I need ya'll to come back to the, (I heard juice) Back of the store over here (just be easy and tell ya man to be cool) We got some culinary cats right here, we need you (we'll kill him if he Fault) [Raekwon] Ayo, rappers stepping to me, they want a brick, son But I'm the Chef, my price is 26, son Move up, about 32 of those and open locker dough Soldier got locked up, blow killed the doctor Flamboyant police is X fives, watching my lofts So many leeches I just left it and walked My flow wicked, Miami money, moving and ridicly Geico on the arm froze, rose gold with me Take baths with white women, lingerie see-through Taking trips to Iran, my Spanish nigga people Selling drugs to Flatbush, call my nigga Cecil Snub with the black gloves, on half-moon Greek do Killed him in the Bahamas, his wife ran, white van pulled up They caught him out in Brooklyn with a white man Slutted out, rosed out, sister was gone, she geeking She threw the rifle in her mouth and said 'good evening' Yup, Paul Wall grill line, be getting money, crime thief I know her from Africa, pretty smile, nine teeth Gold joints, frames only, Louis Vuitton, Pony Leather with the matching sweater on, you owe me [Chorus: Raekwon] Knock the ash off the blunt, confront niggas who cunt Swing an ax, tax niggas rhyme different from cats Specialize in mic rippers, splashes We the last skippers, big rocks and the block will stick [Cappadonna] Beefsteak Charlie niggas eat and they get fat Chase heads up and down the block and kill rats Skilled with the gats, even feds don't know where the shells at The shell trapped up in nice crib with four packs Four macs, caught a nice cell for four stacks Yeah, me and my nigga Arafat Gotta escape but we'll be right back, real soon Chef cook it up, we got a date with real goons Telling you Ghost, my connect crazy with the wreck Pythons used to talk to her sister named Yvette I speed it up, me and the Linx, was getting weeded up I beat it up, yeah I hit that, but I ain't seed it up Meanwhile, back on the block, we seen two trucks Then the windows rolled down, we see these two fucks Soon as they jumped out, see these tools bust [Chorus] [Ghostface Killah] Yo, I lit a booger up, rocks is gone, so we bagging up all shape Binoculars, scanners, we all listen to jake Ran out of baggies, my mouth is dry Got them dirty joints all scattered, don't act surprised Nah, nigga the currency rushes like popping a wheelie Holding a pipe with one hand, the other down in the Bentleys You know how it be with the peppermint Clarks Throwing darts at a hoodrat Getting slow necked all up in The Bronx That's all me, thirty four shines, forty four lines I just chill like Aaron Hall, writing raw rhymes Like, threw Kool-Aid rubies in a lemonade bezel When I was 12 in the church, I started packing that metal A deuce deuce, my supplier was Loose Bruce Ever since I had the drop, my instinct was to shoot-shoot This ain't For the Love of Ray J, it's for the love of the AK Cuz you can get scratched like AJ Cuban Link Dynasty has emerged, this rap shit stop I have a team of niggas moving my furs [Chorus] |
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from Raekwon - Only Built 4 Cuban Linx...pt.2 (2009)
Intro:word i miss you,i miss the god
Word....a powerful brother,man, he was live Raekwon:he was a powerfull general,the smell from his breathe was ballantine this it was the year 89' He stayed the freshest, polo boots, wallies with them colorful low goose Coming from Medina, we boost We up in A&S, slipping and dipping to bedstuy Native, he used to beatbox, thousands'll listen Yo, thats before, the wu got on, him and allah just' And RZA, came to the island one morn' A nigga could dance to slow music, outdrink any nigga On the benches, while we hitting reefer, he sold loosies Five foot seven a legend was born, Russel "ason" Jones I know for his braids and lessons A wiseman with knowledge 120, kept a flag on his chest A right hand, you quick, serving you remy Yo, lets toadt to the fallen, lost forgotten Aiyo, if niggas could hear me, then roll up some broccoli Ason, the heart of a lion, a purified mind The way he did it, with a mic and some wine I would never forget the days we used to sit back Days i be all up in the crib, listening, holding, align him and yo i just miss this nigga And now i understand the meaning of love when i kissed the nigga Interlude:ol dirty bastard (sample) My name is ol dirty bastard, youknowhatimsayin? I dont hide nothing back, i barely, i mean, i come from a family,man of poor welfare, youknowhatimsaying? When i came out my mother womb i was on welfare,youknowhatimsaying So so so its like you got to keep it real nahwhatimean? [Raekwon:] He had a heart of gold, intelligent soul from day one Loud as the ferry, best friend was momma Cherry Sweet lady, BK baby, she taught Dirty How to cook, clean, singing the songs, say the Old school dances and O.E., Ballantine, the wine We sip, while we sat with the O.G.'s Knowledge of self, good health The fortunes that came with the game, had my brother insane It's like wealth ain't enough to live for But if you got love in your heart, just believe in yourself That was the black man rap, baby Jesus in the black Land' Few jewelry pieces with his gold fangs, his fam (Brooklyn Zu) you know my brother was ill The first dude to say, "Yo, keep it real" Yeah, the lover, the father, the hustler, the rap professor Now he with Allah, that's a blessing [Interlude: ~Ol' Dirty Bastard Sample~] See, it's like, ok, where I come from In my neighborhood, my people know me Youknowhatimsaying? See, if I try to come any different They ain't gon' respect me no more Youknowhatimsaying? Because they -- you know people Got their thing about themselves, you know If you come from the neighborhood, youknowhatimsaying You couldn't, you couldn't get out the neighborhood But you could never take the neighborhood out of the people Youknowhatimsaying, but if you try to like jump and crossover To the other side, people understand that, and they don't like that That's why they don't be buying people music See, we keeps it real, and we always gon' keep it real You can't knock what's real, youknowhatimsaying? We telling the truth, man |
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from Raekwon - Only Built 4 Cuban Linx...pt.2 (2009)
*sounds of fighting*
Stupid fool, you're forcing me to kill you! [Intro: Raekwon] Yeah, you know how it go Fresh from the stationary hall of justice Real rhyming, real movement, real life Word up, we just chilling, ten bottles of Crug' on the wall Youknowhatimsaying? Straight up, for real Yo, RZA, talk to these niggas, man, let's go, man, for real Yo, Rah, what up? Let's go, yeah, gangsta shit, groovy shit Raw shit, secret indictment shit, yeah Secret indictments, be careful, niggas For real, let's go [Chorus: RZA & Tash Mahogany] You better get that money, no matter, what you do You gotta get that money, and represent your crew And keep it true [Raekwon] As reaper stay sprayed, still niggas is smoked Four in his pocket, a diamoned up chain and some coke Champion hood, the goodies in a brown bag, by the radiator Near the cookies and the bundles of dope Fishscalers, I live in elevators and gross All this paper, profit make her lay there and post With them Adidas that Bruce wore, stay in the juice bar All I know if you saw me, you thought I was broke Black, yo, I been hustling since niggas was busting guns And scuffling, and jumping niggas over some coats We play the S&S rooftop, Latin Quarter, Polo popes Who hung out with all the Eighthers and GOAT's [Chorus] [Interlude: Inspectah Deck] Yo RZA, you crazy man This that Black Mozart shit, right here [Inspectah Deck] Yo, I used to scramble hard, radio strapped, to the handlebars Fifty deep, in the lobby large, rocking camouflage Dark Caesar holding my nuts, played the building front Fit the Henny, throw a little snow in the blunt Just growing up, schooled by O.G.'s, holding O's and up Daily new drama unfold, they popped 'em over, what? It's so rough, nobody know him, so what? Aiyo, the money's close by, homey, show me the stuff Borough hopping, copping bricks, bags, burners and kicks City slickers, circling the strip, working them tricks Like friday night cruise in the Coupe, new valor suit Fruit flavored kicks, taking flicks out in 40 Deuce Farmer jeans, hammer swing, tucked in the loot How they hit Miss Fisher, they was busting at suit Up in 54, underground, parrot and Q Made man with the grey shams, wrapping the boo Stay flam, every day, fam, stacking my loot Eighty grams in the cake, bam, packages flew Sipping passion fruit, Alize, in back of the Ooh [RZA] We soldiers, boy, we soldiers Bake cakes, hundred dollar bill holders We soldiers, boy, we soldiers Bighead, I thought I told ya We soldiers, boy, we soldiers Bake cakes, hundred dollar bill holders Bighead, I thought I told ya We soldiers, boy, we soldiers [Chorus] |
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from Raekwon - Only Built 4 Cuban Linx...pt.2 (2009)
[Intro]
Where is he? Concentrating on the job Don't disturb the Doctor Yeah Word up Who said we ain't the definition of exclusive shit? Real rap, you know? Yeah, this is multi-expensive rap here brother Word up Time to recreate the power You know what it is man Nothing but gangsta shit baby Let's go Doc I need that prescription Ey yo (ey yo) [Verse 1 Raekwon The Chef] I grew up on the foul side Nickel-bag valcyte Purple tops, two for fives I had seven grams Outside with my eleven mans On the corners with a pocket full of contrabands Running up and down fire-escapes, narcs coming Jump in the window let your Nikes fly, hide the flakes Guess up in the hill it was real to me What a nigga woulda did if you steal from me All my life around drug niggas villains who want millions Niggas with them hoodies on with teks in the building Mad fiends, bags and green, Gillette razors, fly neighbors All our blazers designer jeans That's why we live (yup) Niggas need shit in their crib Go broke, you go and rope you a Vick It's just full-time stragglers Niggas try to take your place And smile in your face But still in all backstabbers [Chorus Lyfe Jennings] I'm just trying to get on Leave a couple mil to my kids when I'm gone And nigga that ain't cologne It's the smell of this money I'm just trying to get home Cuz I don't know when my karma gonna catch up I don't know when the toilet gonna back up And put me in some shit that I can't get out of [Verse 2 Raekwon The Chef] Come on Bags of money Trying to stay rich and fly Keep it cool, silks and dungarees Krug glasses and food Grilled salmon, trying to make a move Those who knowing they be dapping they dudes How it do blow a lot of crews stay in the cut Pacing from here to LA and Hawaii and Cuba Blue new oozie too serial numbers is braille So when you rub against it feel on (?) Now I'm with some special niggas, next level niggas With rubber bezels who drive Exeleros with jewels (?) boots on, olive goose, calamari soups And noodles that spell out "Yall niggas the truth" What it is baby boy, reclining in a big Benz lazyboy Endsed up, lenses on, Chips Ahoy Shipping triple, niggas try to stop the issue And cock-block but can't stop the official [Chorus Lyfe Jennings] I'm just trying to get on Leave a couple mil to my kids when I'm gone And nigga that ain't cologne It's the smell of this money I'm just trying to get home Cuz I don't know when my karma gonna catch up I don't know when the toilet gonna bck up And put me in some shit that I can't get out of |
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from Raekwon - Only Built 4 Cuban Linx...pt.2 (2009)
[Intro: Raekwon]
{I'm tired of them motherfuckers down the block. Every time I come outside, them niggas..} Ayo, some major station radio {aiyo, come on, hurry up} Get the joint, {hurry up, son} Kill all those niggas, man We going Ricky Retardo on them niggas {Everybody just shut the fuck up. I'm tired of using this motherfuckin' grenade right now} What you seen stupid? You don't even know what you talking bout, man You fabricating the wrong shit, man Both of them niggas was stand up niggas, man Niggas went to war! You know how it go In order to be a general, nigga, you still gotta be a soldier (Gotta Kill ya bloodclot) Speak about what happened then, man, for real, fuck it, aiyo -- Check this out, man, what niggas is doing over here, man? (Why you think ya gangsta?) Yo Dred, man, word up, man (Why ya'll dont know nothing) This is ours, man, we own all this right here, man (Who you? Who ya talk about?) Straight up, man, we know how real it could get (Who ya talk to to?) But it's gon' be repercussions [Verse 1: Raekwon] Punch broke the dread's jaw, pulled the four out And went off, told him that he can't sling his raw When he fell, yo, he broke his wrist, his bangles flew off His Balleys was scuffed, then he blew a kiss Bleeding out the side of his ear, niggas was staring And the silk shirt was ripped off, Punch cut his hair Razors was bloody, he kept hitting, dread grabbed his shirt Showing his stomach, the kid had zippers on him Bitches was flipping, they grabbed Tasha, caught her for a Louis Snatched her titties right up out the bitch bra No selling over here, Jack, heard the dread mumble 'You be dead in a week' then he stumbled back Little young Keyon rushed him, yeah, shorty was a vet Gillette soldiers, shorty hit the neck Blood squirted, look like laundry detergent, the dread fell out Right from there, he gon' need a surgeon You ain't dead yet? [Outro: Raekwon] The fat lady sings, the fat lady sings, the fat lady sings The fat lady sings, the fat lady sings, the fat lady sings |
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from Raekwon - Only Built 4 Cuban Linx...pt.2 (2009)
Intro chinese sample
Inspectah Deck Hehehehe, nobody is going to save you now Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yo, yo Inspectah Deck I pop off like a mobster boss Angel hair with the lobster sauce, summertime can't top the scorch Check my hot broad, I dropped the Porsche FBI wanna watch the force, trying to lock my source Where I'm from, hear the macs, techs, glocks and fours Hide the safe, nigga, lock the doors No respect for the cops and laws In the land where your own blood brother still plot for yours Seen things that'll drop your jaw My soldiers got dropped in war, see the mural on the project wall? Won't stop til I copped them all Wanna block me? You gots to brawl, tray shots and all Cuz I ain't on the clock for talk The Spot Rusher, blow down the spot for sure Still break off the block with raw, my stock is more The General, watch your board Raekwon: Deep pockets with the eight on me, sleep with the safe in the wall The cameras on with the make-up and all Swap six 45's, twist reefer in the flicks, papi whoadie ride Bolt his gun off, from know your horse, she lied Fly criteria, bury me in Africa With whips and spears, and rough diamonds out of Syria A true don, only I could do wrong Rock fitted hats, get crack money and drive a sick blue joint Retard-less, I'mma blow regardless Resume is straight up live, I shank niggas up for larger E's And speak with the youth in the spot, eat the fresh fruit in the crop All these hip hoppers eat cock You can see me in the street or the yacht I'd rather be promoting your block or buying fresh sneakers with gwops Yo, I'm an ill dude, always been a real dude Don't fuck around, I will spill on you and kill you in the field, boo Chorus :GZA Soldiers in the front, let the heat pump Troops on the left, fight to the death Fam on the right, infrared lights Wolves in the back, ready to attack, for what Ghostface Killah Leather jackets on, rocked up rock stars Treacherous bank robbers, the plan gold up, we pop guards The team gotta eat, seeds is hungry, that's why we ain't scared To dump on niggas, our guns is chunky Usually we bust niggas down with bats, swell up they joints Elbow, wrists, they shins get cracked We still humiliate, brutalize, Ruger pop, pulverize Still got gear in the closet, that's stupid live From Benetton rugby skullies, Oshkosh conductor jumpers The train hats fit me lovely Rae job is to make sure the coke is fluffy While I politic his birthday bash with Puffy Bagged Nia soon as I linked up, the kid ain't inked up I'm an old mummy, my gold weigh as much as King Tut (yeah, yeah) Slippers, robes is minked up, under the doorag, bro (uh, yo, yo) My three dimensional fade is clean cut Method Man Man, ya niggas ain't shit to us, still a pistol bust Split your melon like I split the Dutch Got a lot of piff to puff, and I ain't come for fisticuffs Or for the cop that wanna clip the cuffs Man, is Staten in this bitch or what, don't get it twisted, we Twist it up and even mixed with dust See these fans can't resist the rush, they Wu-Tang for life Scarred for life, they can't forget the cuts Got a whole line of classic joints, and while you at it Pass the joint, let's push this music past the point Of no return, til they crash and burn, down the ashes Then placed inside Ol' Dirty Bastard's urn When it's my time to go, for sure, ya nigga goes to war What you think I brought these soldiers for? To send shot like forget me not, at any nigga Respect, bitch, that figure they gon' get me got Chinese Sample Hehe, your basic kung fu is no good You can't move fast enough And you don't have enough strength And your body movements are like a string climb It's too easy for me to trip you up (fighting) Hehehe, how's it feel, huh? It's no fair, I'm afraid my back is broken Hahaha, you still got a lot to learn |
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from Raekwon - Only Built 4 Cuban Linx...pt.2 (2009)
[Intro: Raekwon]
Uh-huh, what up son? Yeah Maintaining, maintaining, you know? You good, right? Everything proper, still, right? Of course, come on, man, what's the matter wit you, man? Ain't nothing, I just want us to be on [Chorus: Method Man] Tell a friend, it's that symbol again, that W Coming through, bust a shot on your block, give me a suu Get it right, all my chicks hold ya tits, let's get it in All my niggas take a toke off this weed, let it begin Here we go, yo, ya'll already know what it do Brand new, nigga, back from the slums, it be the Wu Now throw ya W's up, back from the slums, it be the Wu [Raekwon] Love to dress a lad, get rocked, hundred bags, black doorags Ski masks is on, g-wags Dont try to take pictures, relax, still in the grass You'll learn respect, burst when I ask Rhyme master busy, wizzy on the subject Love Deck, thug battle, drug vest, snub sets, iller than most Night time toast, gorillas in boats, three votes Villains is killa, gangstas flip notes Hibernation yo, switch up, liver nation, fly information Vivid vacation, deliberation moments Move like '91 Romans, cloning everything Gents only, the rent's on the stove, I'm in Rome Maxed out, Amex style, my team gram bandits Make a move and get blown off the planet, baby Hold that cannon, just understand we got the whole shit Padlocked down, my niggas won't have it [Chorus] [Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, jumping out of Benz wagons, my family live in the Hill They call us Bin Ladins, laughing, turbaned up Fuck around get murdered up, these streets is like radio beef So watch how the kid turn it up Bulletproof tuxes, knuckle guage clobbering busters Eighteen niggas, bringing the ruckus Flame throwers on our backs and shoulders, the rusty joints still work The trey eight'll blow one in your douljah When it's mad heat im mad calm, walk around Go collect, 36, over G bomb My inner strength flowing, I mastered chi kung Ya'll Planet of the Apes, standing next to King Kong Forensic files, ultraviolet hype, sky blue Bowels Laying niggas like ceramic tile I'm like Urlacher, beasting at the top of the pile Kneeing niggas in the nuts, goddamn damn I'm foul [Chorus] [Method Man] We blow money, got game, hungry, we pop things Look bummy, grams in my pocket, Chef cook for me Blue Magic bundles, I'm dope, but on the humble I'm a good dude, don't short change me, see that's a hood rule Beer drinkin', Cuban Linking, new way of thinking God me thinking meth, break the handcuffs, run out the precinct This is hard body, hard knocks, if you pushing that hard rock Then let these niggas know off top We rock fitted, dropkick it, I lived it if not quit it I pitched it, my pops sniffed it, need business, I'm not finished I'm *sniff* too hot wit it, you bitching, the plot thicken I'm shitting the glock, spitting, if nigga don't stop snitching Just what the block missing, the two-seater wit the top missing And two divas wit they tops missing Now that's living to me, I'm what these kids is killing to be But I don't want my children to be |
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from Raekwon - Only Built 4 Cuban Linx...pt.2 (2009)
[Intro: Raekwon] Niggas got me the behind the pot again, but yo [Raekwon] The Pyrex is bubbling, the stove is broke Fuck it, use the flame from the oven, the famous dozen Bout to hit the streets, they buzzing, break it down, yo Chop it like he raided your luggage Major yellow shit in the pot, struggling Trying to form a rock up, and double it, and call up my cousin What up beloved? Stab it, tilt and twirl, spit in it Plus put a little bit of milk in, fiends love it Sat back, confident in comfort, the light blew out All I see is all white stuff, suds in it Four hundred razors in a bucket, seventy plates We thinking ten mil a man, nigga, fuck it It's on, get the baking soda, dump it How many niggas'll pump to get eighty more? Get it jumping Live by the code and we thumping Nigga take this, fuck around and taste a flake bitch, you drunk it It's all in the eyes of the hungry It's all for the wise and the humbly, the rise came upon me
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from The Game - LAX [International Version] (2008)
[Intro: Raekwon]
Sit in the chair, yeah, yeah Uh-huh, yeah Sit my alligator jacket on the floor Let that shit crawl around, what up Game? How are you my nigga? Let's get this money, you heard? [The Game (Raekwon)] Money in zip duffle bags, shotgun shells My killas gorillas, nigga’s couldn't see 'em with gazelles Fronting ass nigga’s, go hang with Pharrell Trying to be a (Cowboy), you catch bullets like Terrell Owens, call it T.O., he leakin’ like a project sink Busted open like a hot dog link Bing, it gave me time to think yeah, I did my fuckin prison thing Came out still on point, like the RZA rings I'm from Compton but my ink pen live in Queens Rep the dub like Wu-Tang, and I got (Killa Bees) (respect) Black Wall Mafia, new millennium Genevieves Got a million dollars say LeBron don't win a ring (word?) I know Kobe, I be on the floor, "Kobe!" You know a nigga that can score 81? Show me I got a (Cuban Link) to a fuckin’ O.G. And nigga you're too close, what the fuck, tryin’a blow me? (back up) This the face off (respect the don) diamonds all in the charm (Iced out) Where you be? (The strip club throwin‘ ones) Where you from? (New York, where you from?) Californ' (Big sharks) Me too (swimmin’ in a pile of ones) [Interlude: Raekwon] Yeah nigga, tomorrow man Goin to take you to go buy some 18-karat gold golf clubs nigga In the Bronx [Raekwon (The Game)] This the face off (respect the dons, hundred thousand on the arms) Son where you be? (Under palm trees stayin’ warm) (Who you be?) Raekwon, who is you? (Amaze-on) I'ma keep it (Compton) Staten ('til the day is done) [Interlude: Raekwon] Yeah, frontin’ on us nigga, it's like It's like racing a nigga in Afghanistan to go get some oil nigga You gon' fuck around and get your head burnt [Raekwon] I'm a New York dinosaur, Staten Island artifact Hip-Hop's never dead, the (Cuban) gave 'em heart attacks Sleep in the woods, target cats come from under the V's Sneeze wrong, course I'm clappin’ Keep it movin’ homeboy, the mac's always actin’ Spit in your face, go 'head lil' baby rappers Can't fuck with us convicts, Stat-land It's like actions, cliques 'll die right with traction It's Wall Street money and two gunny's Slammers is extra chunky, yeah, me and my red monkeys Silverback sales are few donkeys, all of us live comfy Blow your head off like lunch meat Chef in the game run the country Take over the world little girl, better stay out our brunch meetin’ Fuck with their paper their gun squeezin’ Off top, leak from the cop, them nigga jumped, this is front season [Interlude: Raekwon] Yo, man yo Game man Let these nigga’s know man for real man We official man They wan' be readin’ our autobiographies in a minute, ya heard? [The Game (Raekwon)] (Yo what if I was from Compton?) What if I was from Staten? I'd be King Kong knocking down the buildings in Manhattan (Guerilla warfare) Shootouts, real block shit West coast assassin on some real 2Pac shit My style's smoking like, after a glock spit Game get the blood money, fuck bitches and pop Cris' Style like it's New Year's, cause this a new year Look at the tracks, either Bigfoot or The Game been through here The Benjamin’s won't stop, and neither would a chrome glock I kill a fire-breathing dragon with a dome shot Come through your hood in a Chevy Malibu, on stocks We had a meeting before we got here, and shit gon' pop Heads gon' roll, Patron gon' spill Fitted caps getting’ peeled like the chrome on the wheels Got a half a mil', sing your wounds won't heal I declare war, nigga who gon' deal? [Outro: Raekwon] Yeah, y'all know what time it is man "Bulletproof Diary" nigga, for real Many may read this man A lot of nigga’s might not make it home, you heard? We speak for the real ones man, for the church men man All them real general nigga’s man All them nigga’s that's out there man Don't get no rest or none of that man, for real The Chef nigga, Game what up baby? I love you, ya heard? Superman lover over here for you baby You know how we do it, we go all over the fuckin’ world man Get a lot of bread man, word up, hun'ed my nigga We take you to Boca Chica or some'n man, know what I’m sayin’? Sip on some motherfucking, Don Julio or some'n, ya know what I’m sayin’? With two foul rings on, ya know what I’m sayin’? Couple of mean Guatemalans’ wit’ us Half Guatemala, half Somalia nigga Nigga’s ain't seen them colors man [fades out] |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan (2008)
I grew up on the crime side
the New York Times side Staying alive was no jive At second hands moms bounced on old men So then we moved to Shaolin land A young youth yo rockin the gold tooth 'Lo goose Only way I begin to gee off was drug loot And let's start it like this son rollin with this one And that one pullin out gats for fun But it was just a dream for the teen who was a fiend Started smokin woolies at sixteen And running up in gates and doing hits for high stakes Making my way on fire escapes No question I would speed for cracks and weed The combination made my eyes bleed No question I would flow off and try to get the dough all Sticking up white boys in ball courts My life got no better same damn 'Lo sweater Times is ruff and tuff like leather Figured out I went the wrong route So I got with a sick ass click and went all out Catchin keys from across seas Rollin in MPV's every week we made forty G's Yo nigga respect mine or anger the tech nine Ch chick POW Move from the gate now Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all It's been twenty two long hard years of still strugglin Survival got me buggin but I'm alive on arrival l peep at the shape of the streets And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep A man with a dream with plans to make CREAM Which failed I went to jail at the age of 15 A young buck sellin drugs and such who never had much Trying to get a clutch at what I could not The court played me short now I face incarceration Pacin going up state's my destination Handcuffed in back of a bus forty of us Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff But as the world turns I learned life is hell Living in the world no different from a cell Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase sellin base Smokin bones in the staircase Though I don't know why chose to smoke sess I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed But I'm still depressed and I ask what's it worth Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth Who explained working hard may help you maintain to learn to overcome the heartaches and pain We got stick up kids corrupt cops and crack rock sand stray shots all on the block that stays hot Leave it up to me while I be living proof To kick the truth to the young black youth But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin beer And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear Neglected but now but yo it gots to be accepted That what That life is hectic Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan (2008)
Wu-Tang Clan
Gravel Pit [RZA] 1,2, 1,2, yo check this out, it's the jump off right now I want everybody, to put your work down, put your guns down And report to the pit, the gravel pit Leave your problems at home, leave your children at home We gon' take it back underground, I be Bobby Boulders Wu-Tang Clan on yo' mind one time It's the jump off, so just jump off my nigga... HOOK: Paulissa Morgan Check out my gravel pit A mystery unraveling Wu-Tang is the CD that I travel with Don't go against the grain if you can't handle it [Meth] Ha, holla cross from the land of the lost Behold the pale horse, off course (off course) Follow me, Wu-Tang gotta be The best thing since stocks in Clark Wallabees [ZZZH] African killers bees black watch (black watch) On your radio, blowin out yo' watts [ZZZH] From Park Hill, the house on haunted hill Every time you walk by your back get a chill [BLBLBH!] Let's peel, who want to talk rap skills I spit like a semi-automatic to the grill [BOOM!] Elbow grease, and elbow room Baby play me, baby fall down, go boom [BOOM!] Party people gather round, count down to apocalypse [3, 2, 1...] [U-God] I'm the kid with the golden arms [Meth] And I'm the motherfuckin hott nikks [AAAAH!] pass the blunt My nigga don't front You had it for a minute but it seem like a month [COUGH] Now I'm chokin, smokin, hopin I don't croakin, from overdosin... Hey kid, [walk straight as a I...] Wu and Meth got you open (open), let's ride Can't stand niggas that floss too much Can't stand Bentleys they cost too much Kid wanna get up then kid get touched Kid wanna stick up then kid get stuck I'm the one that called your bluff When your boy tried to act tough... Remember what Old Dirty said, I'll fuck yo' ass up! Now listen [Meth over hook] Back, back and forth and forth Back, back and forth and forth Back, back and forth and forth As we go... Back, back and forth and forth Back, back and forth and forth Back, back and forth and forth As we go... [Ghostface] E with the English, extinguish styles extremist Bald head beamers run wild It's the kid with the gold cup Stepped out like what What's poppin, and y'all niggas dobo Blastin shae shae, chocolate shortae Rich color mocks, rock those all day 1960 shit I'm Goldie That's right motherfucker don't hold me The world's greatest, Las Vegas, paid as rock Skin painted on my face look ageless Perfect combos, Ghost bang out condos Jeff from Hamo, ex three bangos Bancos, stank hoes in plain clothes Change those, bang those, same old, same old [Raekwon] Yeah y'all, straight up this the jump off right here The gravel pit, word up represent, rock the boulders All my rich gangsta style, killers, y'all know what time it is Shorty do your thing, get up on that shit right now boo, do you That's what I'm talkin 'bout [U-God] Yo, step to my groove, move like this When we shoot the gift of course it's ruthless Grab the mic with no excuses In a sec, grab the techs and loot this Executin, shakin all sets, and I'm breakin all hecks I'm takin all bets, move all best, who want the dram' next You all stank, we got the bigger bank Bigger shank to fill your tank Still the same kill you for real, while you crank Slide, do or die, fry to bake Admire the greats, on fire wit a heart of hate Bitter shark, every part I take, heavy darts that quake It's okay, all fakes, get caught by the dropkicks You know the thrill, yes it's Park Hill Yo we hit 'em with the hot grits... On the go, check the flow, sayin Wu don't rock shit... Stop quick, hold the gossip, stop sweatin my pockets I hear the hot shit [Meth over hook to end] |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan (2008)
Intro: (LP Version)
He looks determined without being ruthless Something heroic in this man, there's a courage about him Doesn't look like a killer Comes across so calm, acts like he has a dream Full of passion You don't trust me huh? Well you know why I do, we're not supposed to trust anyone in our profession anyway Intro Two: Raekwon the Chef Knock niggaz out the box all the time Bitches on my motherfuckin records Pah Big ones, yeah, big fuckers Straight up, fuck your whole team Yeah bust it Yo, yo, fly G.I. niggaz Chorus: Raekwon the Chef Now yo yo, whattup yo, time is runnin out It's for real though, let's connect politic - ditto! We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases Word up, peace incarcerated scarfaces Verse One: Raekwon the Chef Thug related style attract millions Fans, they understand my plan Who's the kid up in the green Land? Me and the RZA connect, blow a fuse, you lose Half-ass crews get demolished and bruised Fake be frontin, hourglass heads niggaz be wantin Shuttin down your slot; time for pumpin Poisonous sting which thumps up and act chumps Raise a heavy generator But yo, guess who's the black Trump? Dough be flowin by the hour's Wu, we got the collars, scholars Word life, peace to power and my whole unit Word up! Quick to set it, don't wet it Real niggas lick shots, peace kinetic Chorus Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef Chef'll shine like marble, rhyme remarkable Real niggaz raise up, spend your money, argue But this time is for the uninvited Go head and rhyme to it, big nigga mics is gettin fired Morphine chicks be burnin like chlorine Niggaz recognize from here to Baltimore to Fort Greene But hold up, Moet be tastin like throw-up My mob roll up, dripped to death whips rolled up Ya never had no wins, slidin in these dens wit Timbs Wit Mac-10's and broke friends Ya got guns, got guns too, what up son, do you wanna battle for cash and see who Sun too? I probably wax, tax, smack rap niggaz who fax niggaz lyrics is wack nigga Can't stand unofficial, wet tissue, blank bustin Scud missles You rollin like Trump, you get your meat lumped For real, it's just slang rap democracy Here's the policy, slide off the ring, plus the Wallabees Check the status, soon to see me at Caesar's Palace eatin salads We beatin mics and the keys to Dallas I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell From where we at to my man's cell From staircase to stage, minimun wage But soon to get a article in RapPage But all I need is my house, my gat, my Ac Bank account fat - it's goin' down like that And pardon the French but let me speak Italian Black Stallion, dwellin on Shaolin That means the island of Staten And niggaz carry gats and mad police from Manhattan Chorus Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef I do this for barber shop niggaz in the Plaza Catchin asthma, Rae is stickin gun-flashers Well-dressed, skatin through the projects wit big ones Broke elevators, turn the lights out, stick one upstairs, swithc like a chameleon Hip Brazilians, pass the cash or leave your children Leave the buildin Niggas, yo they be foldin' like envelopes under pressure Like Lou Farigno on coke Yo, Africans denyin niggaz up in yellow cabs Musty like funk, wavin they arms, the Arabs Sit back, coolin like Kahlua's on rocks On the crack spots, rubberband wrapped on my knots You bitches who fuck dreds on Sudafeds Pussy's hurtin, they did it for a yard for the Feds Word up cousin, nigga, I seen it Like a 27-inch Zenith - believe it! Chorus ...politic ditto ...get lifted in the staircases |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan (2008)
Machine gun rap for all my niggaz in the back
Stadium packed, linebacker nigga flashback See through yellow lines Rock a fly jersey in the summertime God Magic marker rap, bleed Benatton Relaxed, wrote this, comin at cha crab ass cope and snatch ya ice off, chillin in the back, throw the lights off Waves, water blend, rhyme flow in slow motion Thick snare, I'm feelin like a snail in the ocean What's your wish? Wanna Kringle like Kris? Melodic single, dark snap a nigga just like fish You fucked up, some rich niggaz you done test yo Select the wrong apartment, and niggaz pulled up your dress Style molest that, canal chain nigga where ya vest at Flex'll make me wanna bless that, yo Saddam Hu-sane niggaz light the torch, we flamin niggaz Autograph that, flatten all the main niggaz It's Yourz! The world in the palm of your hand It's Yourz! Twenty-three million of useful land It's Yourz! The seed and the black wo-man It's Yourz! Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan It's Yourz! Yo, super freak physique. like Raphael Saadiq Baby love the ganja leaf, everday of the week Super friends wake up, deluxe gourmet beats The night is right, I might find me a suite It's a quarter full moon, now I ride with my swoon Well groomed, dance hall packed, full room Lady move, peep my glide, peep my zoom Keep in stride, smoke the lah smoke the boom Feel the fumes, consume toxic tunes Hell bound, species forty ounce typhoon The ultra-violet scream machine move your body touch The totem pole wobble Ark builders God rush Beams of light, stop ya breathin -- it's huntin season Honey eye-ballin down for no reason Grab her close, play post, wind and wax floors Never mind the laws, cause tonight It's Yourz Stop the fader of the RAM, pass my watts through my pre-amp Them can't stress the beat vamp the shit'll get blam at full throttle, hot lead propels throughout my nozzle Crack your soul like bottles, leave you stiff as models You fag, you couldn't pull one drag -- off my blunt You couldn't punch your way out of a wet paper bag with scissors in your hands -- bitch, the RZA I stand close to walls, like number four the lizard Enchant a few solar panels, blast off like Roman Candles Rap vandals, stomp your ass like Randall McDaniel You cocker spaniel dogs, can't fuck with our catalog Put your lights out and leave your brain inside a fog It's only natural, actual facts are thrown at you The impact'll blow trees back and crack statues Million dollar rap crews fold, check the sick shit explicit, I crystalize the rhyme so you can sniff it We live this, fitted hats low conceal the Crooked I No surprise, verbal stick up -- put em high Rebel I, outlaw, split second on the draw Blow the door off this shit, like bricks of C-4 It's Yourz! The world in the palm of your hand It's Yourz! Twenty-three million of useful land It's Yourz! The seed and the black wo-man It's Yourz! Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan It's Yourz! Check out my beaver, baby blue glock in the safe Seems Darthy and the God and get ski roll weight We hold a belt Son, that's my word Spot a rapper run him down, throw him out in the third, yo check it I think like the man behind a register Evergreen smokin estates, rhyme and power made me treasurer With third down, six to go flash his strobe lights I'm open RZA hit me off lovely and I love him With root beer thoughts, here's a tennis court for your birthday, the babyface of rap politic with Sade Avenging eagle crooks rock the "W" and "Spiegel" books Annheiser Busch kings came through, and stopped your whole jooks Spitfire Kangols, watch Tony train a gang of hoes Painful like hearin the news, like when your man go Ends blow, windy at times watch the room sheisty girl Love to sit out this song, now watch your water break It's Yourz! The world in the palm of your hand It's Yourz! Twenty-three million of useful land It's Yourz! The seed and the black wo-man It's Yourz! Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan It's Yourz! |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan (2008)
[Method Man]
Yeah, torture motherfucker what? What? I'll fuckin I'll fuckin tie you to a fuckin bedpost With your ass cheeks spread out and shit Right? Put a hanger on a fuckin stove and let that shit sit there For like a half hour Take it off and stick it in your ass slow like Yeah, I'll fuckin Yeah I'll fuckin lay your nuts on a fuckin dresser Just your nuts layin on a fuckin dresser And bang them shits with a spiked fuckin bat Ooooohhhh Whassup? BLAOWWW!! I'll fuckin I'll fuckin pull your fuckin tongue out your fuckin mouth And stab the shit with a rusty screwdriver, BLAOWW!! I'll fuckin I'll fuckin I'll fuckin hang you by your fuckin dick Off a fuckin twelve sto-story building out this motherfucker I'll fuckin I'll fuckin Sew your asshole closed, and keep feedin you And feedin you, and feedin you, and feedin you [Genius] Yo, roll the dice, yo roll the dice Yo, so it's going down like that, huh? Yeah? Niggaz is wailin, check it out kid From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again The RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, Inspecktah Deck, Raekwon the Chef You-God, Ghost Face Killer and the Method Man M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN Hey, you, get off my cloud You don't know me and you don't know my style Who be gettin flam when they come to a jam? Here I am here I am, the Method Man Patty cake patty cake hey the method man Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan Peanut butter, 'cause I'm not butter In fact I snap back like a rubber Band, I be Sam Sam I am And I don't eat green eggs and ham Style will hit ya, wham!, then goddamn You be like oh shit that's the jam Turn it up now hear me get buck wu-wu-wild I'm about to blow light me up Upside downside inside and outside Hittin you from every angle there's no doubt I am, the one and only Method Man The master of the plan wrappin shit like Saran Wrap, with some of this and some of that Hold up (what?) I tawt I tat I putty tat Over there, but I think he best to beware Of the diggy dog shit right here Yippy yippy yay yippy yah yippy yo Like Deck said this ain't your average flow Comin like rah ooh ah achie kah Tell me how ya like it so far baby paw The poetry's in motion coast to coast and Rub it on your skin like lotion What's the commotion, oh my lord Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword Hey hey hey like Fat Albert It's the Method Man ain't no if ands about it It's the Method All right, y'all get ya White Owls, get ya meth, get ya skins Don't forget your forty And we gonna do it like this I got, fat bags of skunk I got, White Owl blunts And I'm about to go get lifted Yes I'm about to go get lifted I got, myself a forty I got, myself a shorty And I'm about to go and stick it Yes I'm about to go and stick it Uhh H-U-F-F huff and I puff Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin Zoom, I hit the mic like boom Wrote a song about it like to hear it here it goes Question what exactly is a pantie raider Ill behavior savior or major flavor All of the above oh yeah plus I do so Also flam I'm the man call me super Not an average Joe with an average flow Doing average things with average hoes Yo I'm super I'll make a bitch squirm For my, Su-per Sperm (check it) Check it I give it to ya raw butt naked I smell sex pass the Method Let's get lifted as I kick ballistics Missiles and shoot game like a pistol Clip is loaded when I click bang dang A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain J-U-M-P jump and I thump Make girls rumps like pump and Humpty Hump Wow, the Shaolin style is all in me Child, the whole damn isle is callin me P-A-N-T-Y R-A-I-D-E-R mad raw I don't cry Meaning no one can burn or toss and turn me Ooh I be the super sperm Chim chimmeny chim chim cherie Freak a flow and flow fancy free Now how many licks does it take For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break Peep and don't sleep the crews mad deep Wu-Tang Fading motherfuckers like bleach So to each and every crew You're clear like glass I can see right through You're whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all cause you vic'd And ya didn't have friends to begin with I'm M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN Here I am, here I am, the Method Man [RZA] Straight from the slums of Shaolin Wu-Tang Killa Bee's on a swarm (Your soul have just been taken through the 36 chambers of death, kid) (Word to mother, Method Man signing off, peace) |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan (2008)
The game of chess, is like a swordfight
You must think first, before you move Toad style is immensely strong, and immune to nearly any weapon When it's properly used, it's almost invincible Raw I'ma give it to ya, with no trivia Raw like cocaine straight from Bolivia My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation like the Emancipation Proclamation Weak MC's approach with slang that's dead you might as well run into the wall and bang your head I'm pushin' force, my force your doubtin' I'm makin' devils cower to the Caucus Mountains Well I'm a sire, I set the microphone on fire Rap styles vary, and carry like Mariah I come from the Shaolin slum, and the isle I'm from is comin through with nuff niggaz, and nuff guns so if you wanna come sweatin, stressin contestin you'll catch a sharp sword to the midsection Don't talk the talk, if you can't walk the walk Phony niggaz are outlined in chalk A man vexed, is what the projects made me Rebel to the grain there's no way to barricade me Steamrollin niggaz like a eighteen wheeler with the drunk driver drivin, there's no survivin Ruff like Timberland wear, yeah Me and the Clan, and yo the Landcruisers out there Peace to all the crooks, all the niggaz with bad looks Bald heads, braids, blow this hook We got chrome tecs, nickel plated macs Black axe, drug dealin styles in phat stacks I only been a good nigga for a minute though cuz I got to get my props, and win it yo I got beef wit commercial-ass niggaz with gold teeth lampin in a Lexus eatin beef Straight up and down don't even bother I got fourty niggaz up in here now, who kill niggaz fathers My peoples are you with me where you at? In the front, in the back killa-bees on attack my peoples are you with me where you at? Smokin meth hittin caps on the block with the gat Here I go, deep type flow Jacque Cousteau could never get this low..I'm cherry bombin shits... BOOM Just warmin up a little bit, vroom vroom Rappinin is what's happenin Keep the pockets stacked and then, hands clappin and At the party when I move my body Gotta get up, and be-eeeee somebody! Grab the microphone put strength to the bone DUH-DUH-DUH...enter the Wu-Tang zone Sure enough when I rock that stuff Guff puff?? I'm gonna catch your bluff tuff rough, kickin rhymes like Jim Kelly or Alex Haley im a Mi-..Beetle Bailey rhymes comin raw style, hardcore Niggaz be comin to the hip-hop store Comin to buy gro-cery from me Tryin to be a hip-hop MC The law, in order to enter the Wu-Tang You must bring the Ol' Dirty Bastard type slang Represent the GZA, Abbott, RZA, Shaquan, Inspectah Deck Dirty Hoe gettin low wit his flow Introducin, the Ghost..face.. Killah!! No one could get illa Speakin of the devil psych, no it's the God, get the shit right Mega trife, and yo I killed you in a past life On the mic while you was kickin that fast shit You reneged tried again, and got blasted Half mastered ass style mad ruff task When I struck I had on Timbs and a black mask Remember that shit? I know you don't remember jack That night yo I wuz hittin like a spiked bat and then you thought I was bugged out, and crazy strapped for nonsense, after me became lazy Yo, nobody budge while I shot slugs Never shot thugs, I'm runnin with thugs that flood mugs So grab your eight plus one, start flippin and trippin Niggaz is jettin I'm lickin off son [Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang!!!!] Homicide's illegal and death is the penalty What justifies the homicide, when he dies? In his own iniquity it's the Master of the Mantis Rapture comin at cha We have an APB on an MC Killer Looks like the work of a Master Evidence indicates that's it's stature Merciless like a terrorist hard to capture The flow, changes like a chameleon Plays like a friend, and stabs you like a dagger This technique attacks the immune system Disguised like a lie paralyzin the victim You scream, as it enters your bloodstream Erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts contain Novin on a nigga with the speed of a centipede and injure - ANY MOTHERFUCKIN CONTENDER |
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