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from Shaquille O'Neal - Shaq Fu-Da : Return (1994)
RZA:
Spectacular cardiovascular attacker! Shaq's on the track with the blackular, Puzzler! Rugged slugger, 40 oz guzzla, Gold nugget fangs punch holes inside your jugular Veins... do it quick nicca bi**h, before your brain get drained... With the horror you now have become stained... Ice cold, like the winter, Eskimo! Enter, The skill like a splinter! A decimal, Let's have a festival, Wu-Tang Killer Bees, we... (Suuuuuuu!) Ah, intellectual, Styles break your mind! Shine, nigga, shine! All: We don't need no hooks! Shaq: The Shaq Attaq has risen, Au concrete PM this is twizm, Always & forever, forever always attack, I bring flava to ya ear like Craig Mack! Life's a B and then ya D, refer to Nasty Nas Illmatic, CD, #3 Static! You don't want none, ya best to keep lookin', AEIOU's a ass-whoopin'! You're tooken Into Clear & Present Danger, I'm a perfect stranger, Quick to rearrange a... outlook, so look out, So here me comes! Quick to beat you down, Like the RZA on the drums! Change my name like Prince, punks be tremblin'. My name ain't Shaq no more, call me Superman Emblem! Marks, get set, go left, The Shaq, the RZA, get ready for the Meth! All: We don't need no hooks! Method Man: Dangersome, comin' mad phat, Terrordome, Like whadva ak, we can get it on. Break 'em down. I'm a set it, yeah, ooh dat dirty rat, bring 'em here To the mindbender, the deathsender to your ear: Method. Whatup, hookers? Hoodrats are no goodaz, It be Tical breakin' rims with the Seven footer: Shaq. Bring it to the front, now bring it back To the head, black, 'cuz when my Soul Train hit the track, Target: the Billboard Charts, don't make me start it, The whole industry is gassed up and now they farted. My object is destruction, for percussion, rhymes are bustin', Got your wholes block duckin' Down! The end is here, apocalypse now! Gettin' shot, peace'll work it out. (more We don't need no hooks stuff) |
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from Shaquille O'Neal - Shaq Fu-Da : Return (1994)
featuring Keith Murray
[Shaq] before anyone gets upset we're only sayin funkin' f you n k i n ah ha ha ha ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha that's right boy George The King Village watch this seven footer spit rhymes like a loogie funked up like some doogie warrior just like sazuki ah Twism man of steel organism combined with phat rhymes comin' from my wall prism in my league hoopers don't act their age you might be another dead boy front page I make more cash than the president find a bigger residence Shaq is the man and that's evident irrelevant, what them critics say until they come rhyme, come act, come play get out me way or come trip into this rhyme funk I'm nut-rageous, outrageous, like the Buddha monk it's about where you're from not where you went Newark, New Jersey, represent, represent to the fullest, you messin' round, you's a dead man prepare for the Redman [Keith Murray] oh yo yo yo, hold up due to certain circumstances, Redman will not be performing tonight but we got Keith Murray from the Def Squad up in here so, you know what I'm sayin', check it out never question who I am, black I slam jams with Redman, Erick Sermon, and the Shaq I wreck this with wreckless emotionless above any beyond the depths of physics with bio feed back techniques I speak over the beat so peep a true thug from the streets of New York where you get outlined in chalk and the herbest person gets foul like pork you walk and talk into tripizoid boy I can flipizoid, trapizoid on record all these MCs out here is a big dissapointment so I refuse to lose and ooze like ointment into a deconcentration I scrape you and your scab-ass crew up like vaxitration and if you're 6-9, 280, tryin' to get ill I'll have my man Shaquille O'Neal push your grill and that's real [Shaq] some choose to pack a mack, I choose to pack my Shaq twenty twos I wonder how you'd act if you was in my shoes this is how I take the old from the new all my nines down the line kick and lead it too rugged never smooth with this move as I flow on and on this track, my papes stacked in the back step up to get funk in your face '88 was Runs house, but '95 is Shaqs place cracked up like Boogie, from New Jack City high with the clowns, but down with the nitty gritty fool, child, with the high profile style kind of hoop-hoppa-listic wild come, get some from the one that freaks the fees, the foes, the fies, the fums I flip my style like a pancake flipper dive-dive dipper let me pull up my zipper I'm sick and tired of pissin' on this track Newark represnts lovely Redman and the Shaq for the '96, '97 Jersey is representin' always and fo'ever fo'ever and always Prince Street, where ya at George The King Village, where ya at Naughtyville, where ya at can't forget the brothers in Chilltown, J.C. Oakstreet representin' ha ha, and I'm out |
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from Shaquille O'Neal - Shaq Fu-Da : Return (1994)
Yo, Yo
I want to dedicated this song to Philip Arthur Harrison Word up 'Cause he was the one who took me from a boy to a man So as far as I'm concerned, he's my father cause my biological Didn't bother Biological father, left me in the cold, when a few months old Aa father's child was greater than gold but I guess not You brought me into the world but your not my dad Mess around with those drugs makes my moms mad So we left you with no remorsal pity Took the first bus from York to Jersey City Women and child alone now that's pressure Moms got to go to work, drop me off by Obesa Momma, Aunt DeDe, whoever Aunt Falma, Uncle Roy we stuck together A year went by and I could walk y'all Moms got that good ol job at city hall She probably didn't trust men anymore Until Philip Harrison walk though the door Went out a few times but what about Shaquille Moms offered him a million dollar package deal She said you want me you gotta take my son Or else its like a hot dog but without the bun Guess what he accepted, responsibility he never left it He kept it, he kept it He took me from a boy to a man so Phil is my father 'Cause my biological didn't bother [Chorus: x4] He took me from a boy to a man so Phil is my father 'Cause my biological didn't bother. (4x) January 5th Phil made a promise (what's that) He joined the army we moved to fort mamth He disciplined me right from the get go Age 2 bottle and my Mom shaquille let go Actin spoiled, rotten, trippin Got a butt whippin because I didn't listen Back then you see privates made no bucks Had to get another job driven trucks Workin hard as hell didn't satisfy him Had to another job working at the gym He wasn't 'Gone with the Wind' like Clark Gable Work all them jobs to put food on the table Phil's my father, daddy and that's the scoop Can I go to the gym with you and shoot some hoops Come on he put me under his wing Was the ball boy for his little Arthur team Sometimes he even made me mad But it didn't matter cause I still wanted to be like dad But a little bit better Encouraged me to stay in school and to get then good letters I wasn't a brainiac but I tried hard Got to watch the Knicks play if I had a good report card All types, all sorts Disobeyed my dad and I couldn't play sports I learned to dribble from right to left I couldn't do a damn thang with all them F's Age 15 father and son confrontation that's nothin But father and son trials and tribulation Back then I could under stand but I'm glad you did it 'Cause now I'm a man He took me from a boy to a man so Phil is my father Cause my biological didn't bother [Chorus] Look at me now successful for sure Phil raised me well, to be an entrepreneur And if your making big dope be materialistic 'Cause you'll end up another statistic Everything's going well following my dreams I dunked on Patrick Ewing I won the ring like hakeem Uh oh what do you know Biological ones on the Ricky Lake show What does he want, does he want money What people do for money!!! It's kinda funny to me He ain't gettin no check from me (check it) He can go on all the talk shows he want Phil is my dad so don't even front He took me from a boy to a man so Phil is my father 'Cause my biological didn't bother (Chorus) ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By S. O'NEAL, P. HARVEY, T. PRENDATT <i>Lyrics © CHRYSALIS MUSIC GROUP INC , Universal Music Publishing Group</i> |
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I want girl like my dear, that's my mom dukes
Someone to kick back with no fake no juice Beautiful cars cool collective Settle down chill out that's my objective check it My game put my on the map at first base Make up like cake in your face just ain't my taste Some girls try to play me but yo I find another Because I gots that crazy game and I'll make like my mother ???? speakin' I'm like I'm tweekin' My business never leak in the street The packin' is so complete, like 7-up I never had it but maybe I will In need a women that reminds me of Lucille, my dear yea [Chorus] Let's get it on I've been feeling down Baby know maybe you can help me out I ain't too proud to beg for some advice Let the good times roll in the heat of the night I'm supafly TNT Shaquille O'Neal Reach out for me I'll be there you know the deal Now ain't that peculair I found a wonder full one Ain't nothing like the ral thing buggin out having fun A man will always be a man he sippin on ??? I understand So let me stick to drinkin up these Pepsi joints Dunkin, actin and rackin up these points I look over I see you in the stands I'm showing off actin a fool for you and my fans I put my peace sign high up in the air I think I found a girl just like my dear yea [Chorus] Ahhh a brand new verse to smoke as I'm ??? all the way 'cause this DJ is kickin up dust from the urban Eastside Twenty-First street and Louis that's where my funk ride Chillin with my man Shaq Diesel, cock diesel Yes it's me Warren jiggy jiggy G'z So G-funk, we funk till the end of our lives With respect for our mamas Miss Dee is right I'm glad I found that significant other She remind me of my mother 'cause yo there ain't no other I treat her right like father MC 'Cause I check Ralph Tresvant for "Sensitivity" Behind every great man is a great woman I keep it commin baby baby I keep it comin And you don't have to worry about a thang 'Cause living in the fast lane just ain't my thang Peace to Lucille and Miss Ola May 'Cause women of today like to play what can I say I'm glad I found me a girl that's real She reminds me of my number one baby Lucille yea [Chorus: x2] |
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from Shaquille O'Neal - Shaq Fu-Da : Return (1994)
[Erick Sermon] You know my style, you know my steelo (8X)
Verse One: Erick Sermon I bring the ruckus for you brothers I jam like Smuckers Don't udder because my style is buttah The roughneck, green-eyed, funkdafied For those girls who cry my style's worldwide (word em up) I get Just-Ice, whenever I Bust This Even P.E. Can Trust This I Hollywood swing my shit to the basement Leavin niggaz stunned like how OJ's case went (yeah) The grand imperial, with mad material Before you jump, into my flow yell GERONIM-OH My God, I rock toward the right Then I Set it Off, on the left just for spite The E Double bring the brofunkadelcreeptic hahahHAHAHA Ahahahaha My style's incognito I'm sharper than a razor blade dressed up in a black tuxedo Word to Reggie Noble, and the Shaq Forget Schwarzennegger, I'll be back You know my steelo [Erick Sermon] You know my style, you know my steelo (4X) Verse Two: Redman Coming straight from the sluggish part, of Newark, some niggaz Start My styles act wild like Jurassic Park after dark Tyranosaurus Rex blows the discotheque I pose the threat, like an Arabian, blowin up your stadiums My milky styles flows Canals like Panama So get your camera, SNAP, swing back like Reggie Jax Hoooaaa, HAH, nigga look up in the sky It's a bird, fuck, I took the frame, that's my word I put the Crypt Keeper in a sleeper, eureka here's the feature got amnesia that I'm the ultimate funk Pop the trunk, ALLRIGHTY THEN My friend, bust the maneveur How I Ace niggaz like Ventura My style's water like Evian, that's why you Wonder like Stevie and how I get wreck with Erick Sermon and Shaq-Diesel and, I'm comin down with the funk Punks, that's how we go, you know my style You know my steelo [Erick Sermon] You know my style, you know my steelo (4X) Verse Three: Shaquille O'Neal Tall TWISM, afro-centric Asian, half-man half-amazin My skill be blazin, six million ways in to die Grab this mic like Pryor Burn baby burn baby burn, like Andre Rison house on fire Follow me forth, follow me back Shaq's Illegal, watch me Get Busy on this track Yo I Gets Busy, packs more Speed than K. Reeves You best believe, my loot's stacked up like a RuPaul weave Punks jump up to get plastered Respect to Wu-Tang and that OL DIRTY BASTARD A lot of hoopers, tryin to play ball TIM-BER!! They're all gonna fall 'cause The world is mine, all mine Quick to treat between the line even Ray Charles ain't that Blind Pass me a Pepsi, forget that freakish Snapple MC talkin head then I will smash him with the alley apple Erick Sermon, Redman, Shaq Three macks, you look for somethin wack you get smacked Boom-pow-ping, da-ping-pat Shaq, is back in effect, so how's that [Erick Sermon] You know my style, you know my steelo (8X) |
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from Shaquille O'Neal - Shaq Fu-Da : Return (1994)
Yo, Yo
I want to dedicated this song to Philip Arthur Harrison Word up 'Cause he was the one who took me from a boy to a man So as far as I'm concerned, he's my father cause my biological Didn't bother Biological father, left me in the cold, when a few months old Aa father's child was greater than gold but I guess not You brought me into the world but your not my dad Mess around with those drugs makes my moms mad So we left you with no remorsal pity Took the first bus from York to Jersey City Women and child alone now that's pressure Moms got to go to work, drop me off by Obesa Momma, Aunt DeDe, whoever Aunt Falma, Uncle Roy we stuck together A year went by and I could walk y'all Moms got that good ol job at city hall She probably didn't trust men anymore Until Philip Harrison walk though the door Went out a few times but what about Shaquille Moms offered him a million dollar package deal She said you want me you gotta take my son Or else its like a hot dog but without the bun Guess what he accepted, responsibility he never left it He kept it, he kept it He took me from a boy to a man so Phil is my father 'Cause my biological didn't bother [Chorus: x4] He took me from a boy to a man so Phil is my father 'Cause my biological didn't bother. (4x) January 5th Phil made a promise (what's that) He joined the army we moved to fort mamth He disciplined me right from the get go Age 2 bottle and my Mom shaquille let go Actin spoiled, rotten, trippin Got a butt whippin because I didn't listen Back then you see privates made no bucks Had to get another job driven trucks Workin hard as hell didn't satisfy him Had to another job working at the gym He wasn't 'Gone with the Wind' like Clark Gable Work all them jobs to put food on the table Phil's my father, daddy and that's the scoop Can I go to the gym with you and shoot some hoops Come on he put me under his wing Was the ball boy for his little Arthur team Sometimes he even made me mad But it didn't matter cause I still wanted to be like dad But a little bit better Encouraged me to stay in school and to get then good letters I wasn't a brainiac but I tried hard Got to watch the Knicks play if I had a good report card All types, all sorts Disobeyed my dad and I couldn't play sports I learned to dribble from right to left I couldn't do a damn thang with all them F's Age 15 father and son confrontation that's nothin But father and son trials and tribulation Back then I could under stand but I'm glad you did it 'Cause now I'm a man He took me from a boy to a man so Phil is my father Cause my biological didn't bother [Chorus] Look at me now successful for sure Phil raised me well, to be an entrepreneur And if your making big dope be materialistic 'Cause you'll end up another statistic Everything's going well following my dreams I dunked on Patrick Ewing I won the ring like hakeem Uh oh what do you know Biological ones on the Ricky Lake show What does he want, does he want money What people do for money!!! It's kinda funny to me He ain't gettin no check from me (check it) He can go on all the talk shows he want Phil is my dad so don't even front He took me from a boy to a man so Phil is my father 'Cause my biological didn't bother (Chorus) ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By S. O'NEAL, P. HARVEY, T. PRENDATT <i>Lyrics © CHRYSALIS MUSIC GROUP INC , Universal Music Publishing Group</i> |
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from Shaquille O'Neal - Jive's Slam Rhythm (1994)
Yeah, I don't want you to hold back any longer baby
Cause tonight, I'm gonna give you all the little things I know you've been waiting for So, brace yourself and listen I hear you callin', "Here I come baby" To save you, oh oh Baby no more stallin' These hands have been longing to touch you baby And now that you've come around, to seein' it my way You won't regret it baby, and you surely won't forget it baby It's unbelieveable how your body's calling for me I can just hear it callin' callin' for me *My Body's callin' for you My Body's callin' for You My Body's callin' for you My Body's callin' for You Tell me, what's your desire Baby your wish is my deal oh yes it is baby Let me take you higher Show you how you should feel, baby Oh So we speak now and forever hold your body Whatever it is you want from me, baby You see you don't have to say nothing Knowing your body wants something And it's easy for me to see That your body's callin' for me *Repeat I'm listening baby I hear you callin' me I'm listening baby I hear you callin' me I'm listening baby I hear you callin' me I'm listening baby I hear you callin' me *Repeat |
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from Shaquille O'Neal - Jive's Slam Rhythm (1994)
My mind is telling me no
But my body My body's telling me yes, baby I don't wanna hurt nobody But there is something that I must confess To you I don't see nothing wrong (Ooh) With a little bump 'n grind (With a little bump 'n grind) I don't see nothing wrong (Hey baby) I don't see nothing wrong (I don't see nothing wrong) With a little bump 'n grind (With a little bump 'n grind) I don't see nothing wrong You see I know just what you want And I know just what you need girl so So baby bring your body to me Bring your body here I'm not fooling around with you Baby my love is true With you With you is where I wanna be I wanna be Girl you need someone Someone I can be, yeah To satisfy Your every need I don't see nothing wrong (I don't see nothing wrong) With a little bump 'n grind (With a little bump 'n grind) I don't see nothing wrong (Baby, baby, I don't see) I don't see nothing wrong (I don't see) With a little bump 'n grind (Nothing wrong with a little) I don't see nothing wrong (Bump 'n grind, baby) You say he's not treating you right Lady spent the night (I'll love you like you need to be loved) Girl won't you try some of me No need to look no more Because I won't be at my doors You never (You never want another lover) Baby, you never find another me You see I need someone Someone I can be yeah To make love to you baby Constantly I don't see nothing wrong (Hey, nothing wrong) With a little bump 'n grind (With a little bump 'n) I don't see nothing wrong (Grind, ooh) I don't see nothing wrong (Nothing wrong) With a little bump 'n grind (With a little bump 'n grind) I don't see nothing wrong (Baby, baby, allright) I don't see nothing wrong (I don't see nothing wrong) With a little bump 'n grind (No girl) I don't see nothing wrong (I don't see, I don't see, nothing wrong, baby) I don't see nothing wrong (Nothing wrong, nothing wrong, nothing wrong) I don't see nothing wrong (Hey baby, hey baby, baby) With a little bump 'n grind (Baby, baby, baby) I don't see nothing wrong (Come on, come on) |
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*Girl I'll be right there when you need me
All you have to do is just call me, I'll be there for you. Girl it's true. Only for you. oh yeah.. I understand your every needs and how you feel about, the way, he left you. Take my hand, come go with me. And let me show you how much I care about you. Girl when you need someone... * Repeat If I told you once,I told you twice, that if you need to cry, I'll be your shoulder. Girl I would never say goodbye. I'll be your miracle, gotta let you know. Girl if you need someone... * Repeat You need a man who's (honest) and (understanding) Gotta be (satisfying) and someone (belonging) girl I'm gonna be (affection) and I'm gonna be (needful) Girl you need someone (dedicated) I need you to know that I'll be there for you whenever you need me. * Repeat |
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from Shaquille O'Neal - Jive's Slam Rhythm (1994)
This song goes out to my mother
The one I loved and the one I lost When it comes down to thinking about what my mother's done for me, the love she's given me. It makes it easy to do a song like this So this ones for you mom I love you Early one Sunday morning Breakfast was on the table There was no time to eat She said to me boy hurry to Sunday school Filled with the long of glory we learned the holy story She'll always have her dreams Despite the things This troubled world can bring. *Oh Sadie don't you know we love you sweet Sadie Place No one above you sweet Sadie Well Well Well Living in the past Sometimes it seems so funny, no money can turn your life around Sweeter than cotton candy Stronger than papas' old Brandy Always that needed smile Once in awhile she would break down and cry Sometimes she'd be so happy Being with us and daddy Standing the worst of times Breaking the binds with just a simple song * Repeat Oh Sadie She's Loving my song in a special way Sweet Sadie Living in the Past Oh she's never sinning in Love she's always winnin my my my my my I love you mama I just can't forget how you gave me love oh no If there's a heaven up above I know she's teaching angels how to love Its a mean world without ya and I surely miss you much mother and now that your gone I'm gonna carry on Cause your cryin lady ooh sadie When I think about the things that you done for me Hey it brings a joy way down deep inside of me oh oh oh oo oh See I love you mama Yes I do I'll never forget you mama no oh oh oh |
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