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from Trina - Glamorest Life (2005)
Shake the shake wit it
Shake the shake wit it Shake the shake wit it Don't be fake wit it Shake the shake wit it Shake the shake wit it Shake the shake wit it Don't be fake wit it Shake It Titties sit right ass sits better I'm mean in a thong behind it's wooden leather You can catch me at South Beach in a drop top Careta I'm in the middle of somebodys dance floor like whatever Drop I keep it hood for you baby cause on the down Low mama knows what good for you baby What's good for me baby bottle of Henny for ya Me in a mini for ya show you some luv That's if I got any for ya I can it make from the dollars to the pennies for ya Back tha tha back it up then I bend it for ya But I don't come cheap so you got to break Trina off if you really want the right young freak Pussy good couple pumps skeet skeet but first I need that new Bentley it should be a crime Being this fine and I get what I want I let him see it from behind Want me to do my little dance for ya Want me to do my little dance for ya Okay K K K Want me to do my little dance for ya Make it clap like my hands for ya Okay K K K Want me to do my little dance for ya Want me to do my little dance for ya Okay K K K Want me to do my little dance for ya Make it clap like my hands for ya Shake It Shake It Hair stay fixed nails stay fixed Keep niggas hotter than project bricks Paparazzi want to know if I'm gay when I'm the reason why Shaq came to MIA Drop like it's slow your old man would have fainted on me Maybe because the jeans look like it was painted on me And my shoe game oh so vicious I'm what your taste Buds need cause I'm so delicious Diamond princess how could you forget this Slip and slide records and the hood be my witness I'm the baddest ting walking the block and You the saddest thing stalking the cop I'm Miss 305 butter pecan thighs pretty brown eyes in the 745 you can keep up with me I'm the diamond mommy drinking From a gold bottle grown women say I'm they role model Swallow That Want me to do my little dance for ya Want me to do my little dance for ya Okay K K K Want me to do my little dance for ya Make it clap like my hands for ya Okay K K K Want me to do my little dance for ya Want me to do my little dance for ya Okay K K K Want me to do my little dance for ya Make it clap like my hands for ya Shake It Shake It Now wear my real bitches at that be taking it off And keep them playas straight breakin them off That's how you do that there and Trina won't lie to Ya and sugar coat it and it's fly to ya it's like smokin on tha crip Lightin up a dip poppin one and puttin some of me up on your Lips on your lips and ain't no better high than me baby Call me sunshine cause you can touch the sky with me baby Purses and shoes by Louie Gucci all from the pretty face and ghetto booty What you want baby for me and you do a porn baby And tell you beat till the morn baby I'm extra sexual and intellectual could to us both Just so professional and I could wobble on it and Take my phone calls like you cant bother me on it Want me to do my little dance for ya Want me to do my little dance for ya Okay K K K Want me to do my little dance for ya Make it clap like my hands for ya Okay K K K Want me to do my little dance for ya Want me to do my little dance for ya Okay K K K Want me to do my little dance for ya Make it clap like my hands for ya Shake It Shake It Shake the shake wit it Shake the shake wit it Shake the shake wit it Don't be fake wit it Shake the shake wit it Shake the shake wit it Shake the shake wit it Don't be fake wit it Shake the shake wit it Shake the shake wit it Shake the shake wit it Don't be fake wit it Shake the shake wit it Shake the shake wit it Shake the shake wit it Don't be fake wit it Okay K K K I keep it hood for you baby cause on the down low mama knows what good for you baby I keep it hood for you baby cause on the down low mama knows what good for you baby And ain't no better high than me baby call me sunshine cause you can touch the sky wit me baby And ain't no better high than me baby call me sunshine cause you can touch the sky wit me baby |
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from Bow Wow - The Price Of Fame (2007)
Alt spelling - 4 Corners
[Jermaine Dupri:] Question, What Ya'll Know About Swangers On A Slab? 30's On A Hummer With The Butterfly Doors, Lucky Charm Teeth Lack On Dem D's, Chevy's Sittin' High Iced Out Everything, Stacks On Deck No Bank. What Y'all Know About 5 Of The Hottest Young Niggas In The Game? Bow Wow, $hort Dawg, Scrappy, Tha Boy Lil' Wayne, The Homey Pimp C We Got A Little Story To Tell Ya'll About Where We Come From. [Verse 1: Bow Wow] I Come From Where A Chevy Wit A Trunk Full Of Bump Is All That's Wanted In A Year It Don't Matter Long As You Throw Some Throw Some D's On It Mouth Cost More Than Your House House On 10 Acres In The Inside So Fly Niggas Call Me Jim Baker From Ohio To Texas We So Infectious ATL To STL Is Gon' To Be Hard To Catch Us I'm Talkin' 'About Niggas Poppin' Pills, Pills, Sippin' On Bar, Bar, Drinkin' Crunk Livin' Like It's No Tomorrow See Out Of Towners Can't Understand 'Cause I Cut All My Words Shawt Poppin' Tags Is Mandatory Saturday At The Mall Hoods Ain't Hoods They Cardboards & Zones Guns Car Choppers & When It's On It's On See The Kids Can't Live Without It & It Ain't Nothin' You Can Do About It Learn How To Bounce & Get Out It Hear Me Out See The Kids Can't Live Without & It Ain't Nothin' You Can Do 'About It Learn How To Bounce & Get Out It & Now Answer Me This. [Chorus: Pimp C] Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise? Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise? Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise? Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise? $hort Dog Holla At 'Em! [Verse 2: Too $hort] The Boy Country Like Overalls You Know That Dawg Catch Me In A Slab The Same Color As Bowlin' Balls Crusin' Up The Avenue I'm Probably Gon' Give You Hoe On Cop 'Cause I Ball Hard & I'm Stuntin' Just Like It's No Tomorrow So Yesterday I Swear I Spent About 50 G's On A Wrist Watch That Shine Brighter Then The Christmas Tree If You Was Gettin' Cheese You Would Probably Spend Too So Don't Hate 'Em 'Cause I Blow Paper Like The Wind Do & Hop Out Clean So Watch Your Queen I'm My Biggest Baller In Houston Homey Not Yao Ming I Mean I'm Gettin' Money Man So My Pockets Hell A Chubby & I Be Sippin' Drank That's Purple Like The Teletubbies So When It Comes To The Women Dawg I Can Tell They Love Me They Put They Panties In A Envelope & Mail 'Em To Me, Damn. Now How's That For Some Fan Mail? But Me & Bow Gotta Question Know The Answer Raise Your Hand Yell. [Chorus: Pimp C] Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise? Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise? Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise? Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise? Scrap Get At 'Em! [Verse 3: Lil' Scrappy] Yeah They Call Me Fisher Price 'Cause All I Do Is Play Nice & I Hang Around The Gang Of Gorillas That Love To Fight I'm The Ice Man I'm Far Away From The Sun But I'm Still Hot Like A Bullet Pushin' About A Gun My Charger Look Like A Muscle Liftin' A Ton You Can Pickin' On Me Then You Picked The Right One That's Right You Pass Another Drink & I'm Sippin' Another One You Trust Me Up I'm Blunin' I'm Blowin' Myself A Bun Got A Froot Loop Coup Lookin' Like Orange Juice When Them Hoes See The Truth They Don't Be Knowin' What To Do Yeah I'm Scrap, Scrap, The Youngest Young Nigga In The Nation Young Nigga Quit Hatin' On The Money That I'm Makin' I'm Just Country Nigga. [Chorus: Pimp C] Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise? Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise? Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise? Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise? Weezy! Holla! [Verse 4: Lil' Wayne] Look They Call Me Wayne That Is Our Cheporone So Far Ahead Of The Race I Don't Know Which Lap I'm On, Damn Little Homo Young Louisiana Hit You With The 3 5 7 Like MC Hammer & Money Talks So That's My Grammar If You Ain't About Money You Can Step Like A Gambler. Am I The Illest Doin' This? Hell Yeah I Am Fresher Then The Prince Of Bel Air (Me Too) & O.G. Kush Is What You Smell Here Smokin' The Biggest Blunt's Don't Worry I Brought A Spare They Say I'm At The Top But I'm Almost There & When I Get I Will Sit Don't Worry I Brought A Chair I'll Put Ice All Over The Altermare But Yay Watch Face No Time Is Hard To Tell & I Will Do Whatever Tha Carter Shell So Hot Goin' Out Wit Me Is Like Goin' To Hell. [Chorus: Pimp C] Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise? Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise? Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise? Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise? [Fades out] |
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from Crime Mob - Hated On Mostly (2007)
Lil Jay On The Track Nigga And You Already Know Itz Ur Boi Lil Scrappy We Finna Have The Whole Muthaf**kin World Rockin In Dis Bitch Look At Shawty Check Her Out
[Chorus:] I Like The Way She Rock Her Hips Then Wave And Sip She Rock Her Hips Then Wave And Sip She Rick Her Hips,She Rock Her Hips, She Rock Her Hips Then Wave And Sip [Verse 1:] Look At Them Hips I Like How She Rock It She Bend That Thing Ova And To The Ground She Can Drop It And Pop It Hard As She Can Got Me Hard In The Pants Because She All In Her Stance Doin Her Muthaf**kin Dance Man Look Lil Buddy Cute In The Face She Rock Her Hips To The Fade She Take A Sip When She Wave And Wonna Get Wit Lil Jay After The Dance On Dat Pole I Pull My Cash So Quick And Fast When Dat Ass Hit The Flo [Verse 2:] Now I Got 32 Flavors Of That Bootylicious Bubblegum Raspberry,Grape,Cherry, Come And Get This Honey Bun Yummy Yum Baby Not Your Ordinary Lady Known To Drive A Nigga Crazy Willie Wonka Wonna Pay Me On The Daily Off The Hizzle Rock My Hips And Shake My Skittles Soda Pop It Watch It Sizzle Man This Chick Right Here For Shizzle Smokin On The Highest Drizzle Wonna Taste It Just A Little Rock My Hips Then Make It Wiggle Wavin Sippin In The Drizzle [Chorus:X2] I Like It When She Rock Her Hips Then Wave And Sip She Rock Her Hips Then Wave And Sip She Rock Her Hips, She Rock Her Hips, She Rock Her Hips Then Wave And Sip [Verse 3:] I Like It When She Show Me She Can Rock It Roll It Drop It To The Flo Bouncin Slow Shawties All Pole Thats The Way To Go Tell Her Boey Ooey Gotta Nigga Glancin Everytime That Ass React I Thought, I Thought I Saw A Puddy Cat Gimme Gimme Gimme That Fat Cat Don't Act On A Pimp You Got Me Inticed By The Way You Rock Dem Hips You's A Trip Girl Doin All Dem Tricks Thats Whats Up I Like Dat Shit A Lot Come And Holla At A Thug [Verse 4:] A-Towns Finest Im The Top Notch Glamour Chick Tell Me If I Throw It At Chu Baby Can You Handle It Pistols Causing Rushin If A Hatta Wonna Run They Lip Step Up In The Club And Have Um Whisperin Goddamn She Thick Take It To The Bar Hypnotic And Hennesy Is On My List Seductivly Movin My Body Now Watch Me Rock My Hips Take A Sip Of The Goose I'm Lookin Good And Livin Lavage Big Boy Pimpin Pop And Dippin Now Tell Me I'm Not The Baddest [Verse 5:] I Walked In The Club And She Rockin And Shakin I Wonna Take Her To The House So A Playa Can Start Breakin In Her Muthaf**kin Back Like A Playa Suppose Goddamn Lil Buddy Touch You Rtoes Goddamn Lil Buddy Take Off Your Clothes And Let Me See Dat Apple Bottom And That Brown Booty Hole Shawty Slide Up And Down On Dat Pole In The V.I.P This How It Muthaf**kin Go [Chorus:] I Like It When She Rock Her Hips Then Wave And Sip She Rock Her Lips Then Wave And Sip She Rock Her Hips, She Rock Her Hips, She Rock Her Hips Then Wave And Sip I Like It When She Rock Her Hips Then Wave And Sip She Rock Her Hips Then Wave And Sip She Rock Her Hips, She Rock Her Hips, She Rock Her Hips Then Wave And Sip She Rock Her Hips, She Rock Her Hips |
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from Crime Mob - Hated On Mostly (2007)
"Go To War"
(Chorus: Pimp C) Poppin' pills workin' wood wheel f**k where ya from and f**k how ya feel if you wanna go to war I'll take ya to war I gotta ak47 and a chick in the car (Verse 1: Lil Scrappy) Yea, I was born military thuggin nigga ever since mama taught a young nigga to gon' and get that presidence ballin on ya residence but im still thuggin' tho got dem crack fans standin around like a rock show just bought a dime now they screaming out fa 5-0 dime piece collection in the Tec I got the air hole what you looking at me for cuz im on that drank hoe and im gone off some that mission impossible im flexible, I still can move through traffic if I get into it with one of ya bastards im'a let you have it go reach fo' one of my gadgets take the pen out of the cannon you'll be dead in a casket mama thinkin was that for strappin (Chorus: x2) Poppin' pills workin' wood wheel f**k where ya from and f**k how ya feel if you wanna go to war I'll take ya to war I gotta ak47 and a chick in the car (Verse 2: Diamond) Look, any motherf**ka step up get wet up guaranteed to feel the heat well im packin lotta stackin attacking smackin crack in da cap in yo team in deep always bustin up clips you bleed keep a nigga down on his knees when you mess wit little Diamond so shinin' and blindin' grindin' fryin' hoes cowardly all you bitches bout dancing' me, aint none of yall my homie we bringin' the Tony Montana's and hammers and banners that's hard to beat I got that shit you need just like the air you breathe my lyrical spirits are critical miracle burn like gasoline im slick as vaseline put a look in the must homie im the realist appealist that's trillest that's illest that's on the scene yea hoe im running thangs, cuz now im in the game ball that hoop and switch and shooting like le'bron james (Chorus: x2) Poppin' pills workin' wood wheel f**k where ya from and f**k how ya feel if you wanna go to war I'll take ya to war I gotta ak47 and a chick in the car (Verse 3: Pimp C) Ughh, I pimp tight like MJG body body like Master P Showing out in the parking lot BKA Young Pimp C, AKA Sweet Jones change my name to Tony Snow Love a crow came off whippin' snow in a Pyrex bowl my car dangerous hit it with the sprite hittin' 10 in a Benz truck full of work, nothing' but white gettin' hot on the street lights Rolls Royce not the motor bikes Not a lover just a Mac dump the sack I drip the lac' I if you know like I know bitch you wouldn't be sayin' that monkey talk get people killed, I spend ya kool-aid pack if you if you not willing to see me best not say my name we aint got no time to be guessing and playing no pussy games (Chorus: x2) Poppin' pills workin' wood wheel f**k where ya from and f**k how ya feel if you wanna go to war i'll take ya to war I gotta ak47 and a chick in the car |
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from Lil Scrappy - Bred 2 Die Born 2 Live (2006)
(I'm back) Hotter than a nigga in hell
(I'm back) I know you sick so I'm wishin' you well (I'm back) Run, hide and tuck in your tail (I'm back) Soon as I hit the crowd gone yell (I'm back) Hotter than a nigga in hell (I'm back) I know you sick so I'm wishin' you well (I'm back) Run, hide and tuck in your tail (I'm back) As soon as I touch it the crowd gone yell (Well I'm back) Click-clack the prince is back Even though I been here I still owe yall that Nigga been low keep but I'm off the rap Had to get some new bullets and some even bigger guns |
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from Lil Scrappy - Bred 2 Die Born 2 Live (2006)
<i>[Chorus - 2Pac w/ Lil Scrappy ad-libs]</i>
Livin' in the projects (Aye) Livin' in the projects (Aye) Livin' in the projects Broke, with no lights on (And I was) Livin' in the projects (Uh-huh) Livin' in the projects (Aye) Livin' in the projects Broke, with no lights on (And you was) Livin' in the projects (Aye) Livin' in the projects (Aye) Livin' in the projects (Aye) Broke, with no lights on (And we was) Livin' in the projects (Aye) Livin' in the projects (Aye) Livin' in the projects (Here we go) Broke, with no lights on <i>[Verse 1]</i> Growin' up on Section A, momma in the otha room cryin' Cuz she got bills to pay, and it ain't no chores to play Only thang outside is a sand box and a gate to hate And the show ain't gon' show money, soul of a show money Only thang around town, Brooklyn is dat dope money (Livin' in the projects) Dem boys on the corna, and they pockets gittin' stronga Momma did it fo' the hunger We sold about a hundred, err'body still runnin' And we sittin' on the block Cuz the dope feigns rollin' Videos, I ain't trynna be no rap I ain't trynna be no act I'm tryin' to make a stack up (Livin' in the projects) I ain't gotta call practice So if I'm on the streets, then come greet or tear my back up (Livin' in the projects) Tha police betta call back up Cuz if I can't feed my daughter - I'ma come and rob ya (And I was...) <i>[Chorus - 2Pac w/ Lil Scrappy ad-libs]</i> Livin' in the projects (Aye) Livin' in the projects (Aye) Livin' in the projects Broke, with no lights on (And I was) Livin' in the projects (Uh-huh) Livin' in the projects (Aye) Livin' in the projects (What's goin' on) Broke, with no lights on (And you was) Livin' in the projects (Aye) Livin' in the projects (Aye) Livin' in the projects (Aye) Broke, with no lights on (And we was) Livin' in the projects (Aye) Livin' in the projects (Aye) Livin' in the projects (Yea) Broke, with no lights on <i>[Verse 2]</i> Rememba when the food stamps used to look like dollas I ain't have no clothes so the ho's wouldn't holla Git outta here would all a nigga wann' When I hit 'em lights all the roaches hit the flo' (Damn) Momma had got in to a accident It's fucked up, mayn she can't even pay the rent And the heat and light been out eva since So you know when a nigga gone, it git cold in the bitch You know what I'ma do? - I'ma go git rich Put on my ski mask and go hit me a liq It's all you could do when you young and from Tha Bricks I'm from the hood, lil' shawty, I'ma represent (And I was...) <i>[Chorus - 2Pac w/ Lil Scrappy ad-libs]</i> Livin' in the projects (Aye) Livin' in the projects (Aye) Livin' in the projects Broke, with no lights on (And I was) Livin' in the projects (Uh-huh) Livin' in the projects (Aye) Livin' in the projects (What's goin' on) Broke, with no lights on (And you was) Livin' in the projects (Aye) Livin' in the projects (Aye) Livin' in the projects (Aye) Broke, with no lights on (And we was) Livin' in the projects (Aye) Livin' in the projects (Aye) Livin' in the projects (Yea) Broke, with no lights on <i>[Verse 3]</i> Now it was neva eva 'posed to be like this My teacha told me I wadn't gon' be shiit A surely young nigga when his dad got rich A-Town ho' you can suck my dick Now you made it outta Tha Projects A young nigga gittin' cash Gotta keep dat steady flow runnin' while the time pass Can't let 'em git you down, move in or move out Gotta git dat money shawty, dat whudd I'm talkin' bout When time git hard betta pray to God Don't stretch the dope game on the boulevard No (No), my daughter neva will And if I have to kill, she gonna git anutha meal Shiit, play the hand I was dealed And if a man stepped to me i got a right to grab the steal Chyea, I'm on top and I still rememb-a Those cold ass days in Decemba, and I was... <i>[Chorus - 2Pac w/ Lil Scrappy ad-libs]</i> Livin' in the projects (Aye) Livin' in the projects (Aye) Livin' in the projects Broke, with no lights on (And I was) Livin' in the projects (Uh-huh) Livin' in the projects (Aye) Livin' in the projects (What's goin' on) Broke, with no lights on (And you was) Livin' in the projects (Aye) Livin' in the projects (Aye) Livin' in the projects (Aye) Broke, with no lights on (And we was) Livin' in the projects (Aye) Livin' in the projects (Aye) Livin' in the projects (Yea) Broke, with no lights on |
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from Lil Scrappy - Bred 2 Die Born 2 Live (2006)
Your my dick (this for all the baby daddies)
All the things i need (know what it is man) But there's just one thing (baby you got to be true) Oh, didn't i give you the cars, didn't i give you the moon, didn't i give you the stars Put you in big ass house, put money in yo purse, put food in yo mouth And i was real as hell, and all you could give me was a taste of hell And i told you i cheated and that's all it takes for you to tell me to beat it Don't be offended, of anything i might say Didn't i give you a baby, and when i told you i love you it drive you crazy Treated you like a queen, so you wouldn't feel like the other ladies Oh, i gave you the world and you walked out my life cause i fucked another girl Man, we gotta get this thang tight, gotta get this thang right Cause it kinda sound like <i>[Chorus:]</i> Didn't i take 3 or 4 days to spend time with you, come on girl Came home off the road, shawty, even when i wasn't spose to Sure i gave her a lil dick but i gave all my love to you come on Naw it aint about the money but it's funny when you get mad, shawty you gon never keep it true Don't be offended of anything i might say Of course you was there for me when my mouth was hurt and a nigga couldn't talk, talk I remember when you were pregnant and i was there when you couldn't even walk, walk Now i don't give a fuck about them other hoes as long as we could live life gold, Yeah i'm looking at your pockets, they looking kinda swoll, does that make you a hoe, No <i>[Chorus:]</i> Oh, you had drama wit my mama, but i stayed wit you and ate it all up like a runner And when you found out shit you got mad and got the hell on and beatit like a road runner I hope you chill out cause you got my baby, and to me she the #1 stunna You gotta cool that shit down baby even if you don't want to you gotta be true Can't be offended, ya'll make ya'll baby want u son This for all the baby daddies You really love yo woman, you'd die fo yo woman But they don't want it, they want to fight us They got everything in the world They say they won't leave us and keep it true But they walk out of our lives Aint it crazy Take care of yo child nigga I love my baby mama, she cool Keep it flowin, keep knowing Everyone keep it strong G's up, get you cheese up It's yo boy Lil Scrappy |
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from Lil Scrappy - Bred 2 Die Born 2 Live (2006)
Ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me You ain't *** witout cha badge get da *** 'round me Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me You ain't *** witout cha badge get da *** 'round me This lil' piggy ran home and that lil' piggy ran home And this lil' piggy ran home and that lil' piggy ran home Everybody wanna know what happened in Orlando We had a confirmation but they ain't wan' let it go Tryna push me, ol' *** *** police Actin' hard wit a suit but a badge can't fool me c'mon dawg don't take ya job dis serious A *** will kill any *** cat dats curious It's a lot of hard heads in tha streets dats furious Ain't nuthin' you can tell me, ain't nuthin' you can do to us Wit cha chest all out tryna be bad *** I can tell you broke 'cause you took my cash One sight of abuse and I'ma whip yo' *** C'mon man why you tryna rag? Don't wanna let a *** off tha hook, wanna go by da book Wen we both know in our eyes you da biggest crook Stop actin' you know, you on tha powder Punk *** probably sniff da dope by da *** hour Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me You ain't *** witout cha badge get da *** 'round me Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me You ain't *** witout cha badge get da *** 'round me Police don't love me, they tryna cuff me Somebody do somethin' I ain't even get nuthin' They came in rushin', I start to bustin' Wit my back to da wall I can see wats comin' Stead of handlin' da cool they wanna handle tha *** Tha Feds outside of my door tryna take a pic And some of 'em cool and some of 'em rude But I feel er'one of 'em my attitude And I hope they do wat they gotta do 'Cause if they pull tha heat I'ma pull tha tube And if it ain't in ya heart boy don't be no fool 'Cause God still lookin' at chu 'Cause on earth lot of *** chiefs no Indians They say some of da police *** and feminine If you call for help you probably snitch on ya self Do tha broads *** catch a *** *** from tha belt Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me You ain't *** witout cha badge get da *** 'round me Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me You ain't *** witout cha badge get da *** 'round me This lil' piggy ran home and that lil' piggy ran home And this lil' piggy ran home and that lil' piggy ran home |
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from Lil Scrappy - Bred 2 Die Born 2 Live (2006)
<i>[Intro]</i>
Aye.. (Like me), C'mon G's up, git cha cheeze up (Aye) You know whudd it is mayn', Uhh (G's up, git cha cheeze up, Aye) It's ya boy, Lil' Scrap (Y'all niggaz wanna be like me, like me) Don't no body really know my struggle (Y'all niggaz wanna be like me) But they wanna be, where I'm at (Y'all niggaz wanna be like me) Well go through the pain nigga, cause (Y'all niggaz wanna be like me) Only the Good Lord know (Yup!) <i>[Chorus]</i> I think they wanna ride like me, like me Have a bitch on the passenga side like me, like me Yea, I think they wanna shine like me, like me On TV with the fame like me, like me Yea, they wanna wear a chain like me, like me I think they Wanna be trained like me, like me (Yea!) Yea they wanna have the game like me, like me (Come on!) But don't wanna go through pain like me, like me (Lemme explain somethin' to y'all mayn') <i>[Verse 1]</i> I know you see me shinin' With the yellow diamond Don't be thinkin' dat ya boy ain't been grindin' I was with my momma And there was alot of drama We sold crack from the winta all through the summa Yea, we went through pain We was stackin' change Payin' the cost to live in the street, mayn' Sold cocaine, just a lil' powda Sellin' weed trynna make a coupla extra dollas Tha shit I been through, a nigga should've been a schollar All nite trynna sleep hearin' pistols holla (Damn!!) Now when ___ died You know a nigga cried Not havin' him around You know it hurt inside Gotta have shelta ova my lil' sista Momma wonderin' round cause she a drug deala I gotta give it to her cause she a real nigga I'll kill any muthafucka doin' somethin' to her (Yup!!) <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Verse 2]</i> Uhh.. Look They wanna be on stage, (Riiight) They wanna get paid (Owh) But they don't know the hurt (Hurt!) And they can't feel my pain (owhh!!) On stage gettin' hit with a bottle Knocked out, not even know if I'ma rap tommorow (Aye!) In the hospital, straight bruised up Got a cut from my lip and my thumbs up (Damn!) It's kind of fucked up (Yea) Cuz I was showin' love (Love) I was givin' hugs (Hugs) Chillin' with the thugs (Thugs) All I'm trynna do is show love to err'body God let me alive so I can tell about it (Amen) See I don't scream and shout it, but I go to Church What ya know about puttin' in dat ___ work They throwin' up signs and they dyin' for it (I'm Crip and a Blood) Niggaz takin' lives goin' jail, payin' fo' it Ain't nothin' left afta Death but Heaven itself And if ya go to jail ya seed will have no help <i>[Chorus till end]</i> |
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from Lil Scrappy - Bred 2 Die Born 2 Live (2006)
<i>[Intro:]</i>
Dear lord, Hope you can look, deep into my heart, N no dat I mean gud, n can forgive me for all my sins G's up It's a g thang Yo' moda fuckas no me mayne G's up It's a g thang (eeeaaayyyy) B.M.E <i>[Chorus:]</i> Lord hav mercy on me, Herd a nigga say des a heaven for a g If dey is please save a spot fo me I dun wan ta burn I hit a nigga up befo a nigga hit me Ridin around wit my strap on me Just Incase a nigga wanna fucking clap me I dun wanna burn No, no <i>[Verse 1:]</i> Dear lord, dis a letter to you A young nigga hurt n I dun no wat to do I try to live life rite but des cowas be hatin It's like everywer I go I run in-to satan Im on dis earth, with a blessin an a curse Just tinkin how we live Da ridin hurts Even do yu no' me, Ever since I was birth I'm innocent till you judge me and den cum fis N I aint tryn ta burn lord cuz das da worse Forgive me fo backsliding on the rock fo da thirst I knew it was wrong got ta snatchn da perse But it was cold outside culdnt afford a shirt Yeh I wan-na go to church But I can't be faithful I'm always doin shows but you no' dat I'm grateful I turn weak fo da fruit cuz it be tasteful I dun-no how in da world I can ever repay you <i>[Chorus:]</i> Lord hav mercy on me, Herd a nigga say des a heaven for a g If dey is please save a spot fo me I dun wan ta burn I hit a nigga up befo a nigga hit me Ridin around wit my strap on me Just Incase a nigga wanna fucking clap me I dun wanna burn No, no <i>[Verse 2:]</i> Eeeeyyyy Chris can you sit yo lil ass down my nigga Dammm, I caint even rite ta god, ssshhhit Dear lord I tank yu for lukin out fo my fam Even my lil broda who dun give a dam You see my lil sista dun got preg yet N my moma actin crazy n aint change-in N I pray, that you keep my pops preachin Cuz if he aint around deres nobody teachin N please keep my baby-mom-a from bitchin Excuse my language lord but is always friction I wana thank you for blessin me wit my lil girl But please give me the powa to fite da whole world Cuz I swear on u dat if dey touch my kid I'ma be sittin down writin to you again, (I swear) <i>[Chorus:]</i> Lord hav mercy on me, Herd a nigga say des a heaven for a g If dey is please save a spot fo me I dun wan ta burn I hit a nigga up befo a nigga hit me Ridin around wit my strap on me Just Incase a nigga wanna fucking clap me I dun wanna burn No, no |
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from Lil Scrappy - Bred 2 Die Born 2 Live (2006)
(I'm back) Hotter than a nigga in hell
(I'm back) I know you sick so I'm wishin' you well (I'm back) Run, hide and tuck in your tail (I'm back) Soon as I hit the crowd gone yell (I'm back) Hotter than a nigga in hell (I'm back) I know you sick so I'm wishin' you well (I'm back) Run, hide and tuck in your tail (I'm back) As soon as I touch it the crowd gone yell (Well I'm back) Click-clack the prince is back Even though I been here I still owe yall that Nigga been low keep but I'm off the rap Had to get some new bullets and some even bigger guns |
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from Lil Scrappy - Bred 2 Die Born 2 Live (2006)
<i>[Chorus - 2Pac w/ Lil Scrappy ad-libs]</i>
Livin' in the projects (Aye) Livin' in the projects (Aye) Livin' in the projects Broke, with no lights on (And I was) Livin' in the projects (Uh-huh) Livin' in the projects (Aye) Livin' in the projects Broke, with no lights on (And you was) Livin' in the projects (Aye) Livin' in the projects (Aye) Livin' in the projects (Aye) Broke, with no lights on (And we was) Livin' in the projects (Aye) Livin' in the projects (Aye) Livin' in the projects (Here we go) Broke, with no lights on <i>[Verse 1]</i> Growin' up on Section A, momma in the otha room cryin' Cuz she got bills to pay, and it ain't no chores to play Only thang outside is a sand box and a gate to hate And the show ain't gon' show money, soul of a show money Only thang around town, Brooklyn is dat dope money (Livin' in the projects) Dem boys on the corna, and they pockets gittin' stronga Momma did it fo' the hunger We sold about a hundred, err'body still runnin' And we sittin' on the block Cuz the dope feigns rollin' Videos, I ain't trynna be no rap I ain't trynna be no act I'm tryin' to make a stack up (Livin' in the projects) I ain't gotta call practice So if I'm on the streets, then come greet or tear my back up (Livin' in the projects) Tha police betta call back up Cuz if I can't feed my daughter - I'ma come and rob ya (And I was...) <i>[Chorus - 2Pac w/ Lil Scrappy ad-libs]</i> Livin' in the projects (Aye) Livin' in the projects (Aye) Livin' in the projects Broke, with no lights on (And I was) Livin' in the projects (Uh-huh) Livin' in the projects (Aye) Livin' in the projects (What's goin' on) Broke, with no lights on (And you was) Livin' in the projects (Aye) Livin' in the projects (Aye) Livin' in the projects (Aye) Broke, with no lights on (And we was) Livin' in the projects (Aye) Livin' in the projects (Aye) Livin' in the projects (Yea) Broke, with no lights on <i>[Verse 2]</i> Rememba when the food stamps used to look like dollas I ain't have no clothes so the ho's wouldn't holla Git outta here would all a nigga wann' When I hit 'em lights all the roaches hit the flo' (Damn) Momma had got in to a accident It's fucked up, mayn she can't even pay the rent And the heat and light been out eva since So you know when a nigga gone, it git cold in the bitch You know what I'ma do? - I'ma go git rich Put on my ski mask and go hit me a liq It's all you could do when you young and from Tha Bricks I'm from the hood, lil' shawty, I'ma represent (And I was...) <i>[Chorus - 2Pac w/ Lil Scrappy ad-libs]</i> Livin' in the projects (Aye) Livin' in the projects (Aye) Livin' in the projects Broke, with no lights on (And I was) Livin' in the projects (Uh-huh) Livin' in the projects (Aye) Livin' in the projects (What's goin' on) Broke, with no lights on (And you was) Livin' in the projects (Aye) Livin' in the projects (Aye) Livin' in the projects (Aye) Broke, with no lights on (And we was) Livin' in the projects (Aye) Livin' in the projects (Aye) Livin' in the projects (Yea) Broke, with no lights on <i>[Verse 3]</i> Now it was neva eva 'posed to be like this My teacha told me I wadn't gon' be shiit A surely young nigga when his dad got rich A-Town ho' you can suck my dick Now you made it outta Tha Projects A young nigga gittin' cash Gotta keep dat steady flow runnin' while the time pass Can't let 'em git you down, move in or move out Gotta git dat money shawty, dat whudd I'm talkin' bout When time git hard betta pray to God Don't stretch the dope game on the boulevard No (No), my daughter neva will And if I have to kill, she gonna git anutha meal Shiit, play the hand I was dealed And if a man stepped to me i got a right to grab the steal Chyea, I'm on top and I still rememb-a Those cold ass days in Decemba, and I was... <i>[Chorus - 2Pac w/ Lil Scrappy ad-libs]</i> Livin' in the projects (Aye) Livin' in the projects (Aye) Livin' in the projects Broke, with no lights on (And I was) Livin' in the projects (Uh-huh) Livin' in the projects (Aye) Livin' in the projects (What's goin' on) Broke, with no lights on (And you was) Livin' in the projects (Aye) Livin' in the projects (Aye) Livin' in the projects (Aye) Broke, with no lights on (And we was) Livin' in the projects (Aye) Livin' in the projects (Aye) Livin' in the projects (Yea) Broke, with no lights on |
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from Lil Scrappy - Bred 2 Die Born 2 Live (2006)
Your my dick (this for all the baby daddies)
All the things i need (know what it is man) But there's just one thing (baby you got to be true) Oh, didn't i give you the cars, didn't i give you the moon, didn't i give you the stars Put you in big ass house, put money in yo purse, put food in yo mouth And i was real as hell, and all you could give me was a taste of hell And i told you i cheated and that's all it takes for you to tell me to beat it Don't be offended, of anything i might say Didn't i give you a baby, and when i told you i love you it drive you crazy Treated you like a queen, so you wouldn't feel like the other ladies Oh, i gave you the world and you walked out my life cause i fucked another girl Man, we gotta get this thang tight, gotta get this thang right Cause it kinda sound like <i>[Chorus:]</i> Didn't i take 3 or 4 days to spend time with you, come on girl Came home off the road, shawty, even when i wasn't spose to Sure i gave her a lil dick but i gave all my love to you come on Naw it aint about the money but it's funny when you get mad, shawty you gon never keep it true Don't be offended of anything i might say Of course you was there for me when my mouth was hurt and a nigga couldn't talk, talk I remember when you were pregnant and i was there when you couldn't even walk, walk Now i don't give a fuck about them other hoes as long as we could live life gold, Yeah i'm looking at your pockets, they looking kinda swoll, does that make you a hoe, No <i>[Chorus:]</i> Oh, you had drama wit my mama, but i stayed wit you and ate it all up like a runner And when you found out shit you got mad and got the hell on and beatit like a road runner I hope you chill out cause you got my baby, and to me she the #1 stunna You gotta cool that shit down baby even if you don't want to you gotta be true Can't be offended, ya'll make ya'll baby want u son This for all the baby daddies You really love yo woman, you'd die fo yo woman But they don't want it, they want to fight us They got everything in the world They say they won't leave us and keep it true But they walk out of our lives Aint it crazy Take care of yo child nigga I love my baby mama, she cool Keep it flowin, keep knowing Everyone keep it strong G's up, get you cheese up It's yo boy Lil Scrappy |
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from Lil Scrappy - Bred 2 Die Born 2 Live (2006)
Ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me You ain't *** witout cha badge get da *** 'round me Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me You ain't *** witout cha badge get da *** 'round me This lil' piggy ran home and that lil' piggy ran home And this lil' piggy ran home and that lil' piggy ran home Everybody wanna know what happened in Orlando We had a confirmation but they ain't wan' let it go Tryna push me, ol' *** *** police Actin' hard wit a suit but a badge can't fool me c'mon dawg don't take ya job dis serious A *** will kill any *** cat dats curious It's a lot of hard heads in tha streets dats furious Ain't nuthin' you can tell me, ain't nuthin' you can do to us Wit cha chest all out tryna be bad *** I can tell you broke 'cause you took my cash One sight of abuse and I'ma whip yo' *** C'mon man why you tryna rag? Don't wanna let a *** off tha hook, wanna go by da book Wen we both know in our eyes you da biggest crook Stop actin' you know, you on tha powder Punk *** probably sniff da dope by da *** hour Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me You ain't *** witout cha badge get da *** 'round me Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me You ain't *** witout cha badge get da *** 'round me Police don't love me, they tryna cuff me Somebody do somethin' I ain't even get nuthin' They came in rushin', I start to bustin' Wit my back to da wall I can see wats comin' Stead of handlin' da cool they wanna handle tha *** Tha Feds outside of my door tryna take a pic And some of 'em cool and some of 'em rude But I feel er'one of 'em my attitude And I hope they do wat they gotta do 'Cause if they pull tha heat I'ma pull tha tube And if it ain't in ya heart boy don't be no fool 'Cause God still lookin' at chu 'Cause on earth lot of *** chiefs no Indians They say some of da police *** and feminine If you call for help you probably snitch on ya self Do tha broads *** catch a *** *** from tha belt Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me You ain't *** witout cha badge get da *** 'round me Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me You ain't *** witout cha badge get da *** 'round me This lil' piggy ran home and that lil' piggy ran home And this lil' piggy ran home and that lil' piggy ran home |
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from Lil Scrappy - Bred 2 Die Born 2 Live (2006)
<i>[Intro]</i>
Aye.. (Like me), C'mon G's up, git cha cheeze up (Aye) You know whudd it is mayn', Uhh (G's up, git cha cheeze up, Aye) It's ya boy, Lil' Scrap (Y'all niggaz wanna be like me, like me) Don't no body really know my struggle (Y'all niggaz wanna be like me) But they wanna be, where I'm at (Y'all niggaz wanna be like me) Well go through the pain nigga, cause (Y'all niggaz wanna be like me) Only the Good Lord know (Yup!) <i>[Chorus]</i> I think they wanna ride like me, like me Have a bitch on the passenga side like me, like me Yea, I think they wanna shine like me, like me On TV with the fame like me, like me Yea, they wanna wear a chain like me, like me I think they Wanna be trained like me, like me (Yea!) Yea they wanna have the game like me, like me (Come on!) But don't wanna go through pain like me, like me (Lemme explain somethin' to y'all mayn') <i>[Verse 1]</i> I know you see me shinin' With the yellow diamond Don't be thinkin' dat ya boy ain't been grindin' I was with my momma And there was alot of drama We sold crack from the winta all through the summa Yea, we went through pain We was stackin' change Payin' the cost to live in the street, mayn' Sold cocaine, just a lil' powda Sellin' weed trynna make a coupla extra dollas Tha shit I been through, a nigga should've been a schollar All nite trynna sleep hearin' pistols holla (Damn!!) Now when ___ died You know a nigga cried Not havin' him around You know it hurt inside Gotta have shelta ova my lil' sista Momma wonderin' round cause she a drug deala I gotta give it to her cause she a real nigga I'll kill any muthafucka doin' somethin' to her (Yup!!) <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Verse 2]</i> Uhh.. Look They wanna be on stage, (Riiight) They wanna get paid (Owh) But they don't know the hurt (Hurt!) And they can't feel my pain (owhh!!) On stage gettin' hit with a bottle Knocked out, not even know if I'ma rap tommorow (Aye!) In the hospital, straight bruised up Got a cut from my lip and my thumbs up (Damn!) It's kind of fucked up (Yea) Cuz I was showin' love (Love) I was givin' hugs (Hugs) Chillin' with the thugs (Thugs) All I'm trynna do is show love to err'body God let me alive so I can tell about it (Amen) See I don't scream and shout it, but I go to Church What ya know about puttin' in dat ___ work They throwin' up signs and they dyin' for it (I'm Crip and a Blood) Niggaz takin' lives goin' jail, payin' fo' it Ain't nothin' left afta Death but Heaven itself And if ya go to jail ya seed will have no help <i>[Chorus till end]</i> |
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from Lil Scrappy - Bred 2 Die Born 2 Live (2006)
<i>[Intro:]</i>
Dear lord, Hope you can look, deep into my heart, N no dat I mean gud, n can forgive me for all my sins G's up It's a g thang Yo' moda fuckas no me mayne G's up It's a g thang (eeeaaayyyy) B.M.E <i>[Chorus:]</i> Lord hav mercy on me, Herd a nigga say des a heaven for a g If dey is please save a spot fo me I dun wan ta burn I hit a nigga up befo a nigga hit me Ridin around wit my strap on me Just Incase a nigga wanna fucking clap me I dun wanna burn No, no <i>[Verse 1:]</i> Dear lord, dis a letter to you A young nigga hurt n I dun no wat to do I try to live life rite but des cowas be hatin It's like everywer I go I run in-to satan Im on dis earth, with a blessin an a curse Just tinkin how we live Da ridin hurts Even do yu no' me, Ever since I was birth I'm innocent till you judge me and den cum fis N I aint tryn ta burn lord cuz das da worse Forgive me fo backsliding on the rock fo da thirst I knew it was wrong got ta snatchn da perse But it was cold outside culdnt afford a shirt Yeh I wan-na go to church But I can't be faithful I'm always doin shows but you no' dat I'm grateful I turn weak fo da fruit cuz it be tasteful I dun-no how in da world I can ever repay you <i>[Chorus:]</i> Lord hav mercy on me, Herd a nigga say des a heaven for a g If dey is please save a spot fo me I dun wan ta burn I hit a nigga up befo a nigga hit me Ridin around wit my strap on me Just Incase a nigga wanna fucking clap me I dun wanna burn No, no <i>[Verse 2:]</i> Eeeeyyyy Chris can you sit yo lil ass down my nigga Dammm, I caint even rite ta god, ssshhhit Dear lord I tank yu for lukin out fo my fam Even my lil broda who dun give a dam You see my lil sista dun got preg yet N my moma actin crazy n aint change-in N I pray, that you keep my pops preachin Cuz if he aint around deres nobody teachin N please keep my baby-mom-a from bitchin Excuse my language lord but is always friction I wana thank you for blessin me wit my lil girl But please give me the powa to fite da whole world Cuz I swear on u dat if dey touch my kid I'ma be sittin down writin to you again, (I swear) <i>[Chorus:]</i> Lord hav mercy on me, Herd a nigga say des a heaven for a g If dey is please save a spot fo me I dun wan ta burn I hit a nigga up befo a nigga hit me Ridin around wit my strap on me Just Incase a nigga wanna fucking clap me I dun wanna burn No, no |
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from Lil Scrappy - Bred 2 Die Born 2 Live [Amended Version] (2006)
(I'm back) Hotter than a nigga in hell
(I'm back) I know you sick so I'm wishin' you well (I'm back) Run, hide and tuck in your tail (I'm back) Soon as I hit the crowd gone yell (I'm back) Hotter than a nigga in hell (I'm back) I know you sick so I'm wishin' you well (I'm back) Run, hide and tuck in your tail (I'm back) As soon as I touch it the crowd gone yell (Well I'm back) Click-clack the prince is back Even though I been here I still owe yall that Nigga been low keep but I'm off the rap Had to get some new bullets and some even bigger guns |
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from Lil Scrappy - Bred 2 Die Born 2 Live [Amended Version] (2006)
Your my dick (this for all the baby daddies)
All the things i need (know what it is man) But there's just one thing (baby you got to be true) Oh, didn't i give you the cars, didn't i give you the moon, didn't i give you the stars Put you in big ass house, put money in yo purse, put food in yo mouth And i was real as hell, and all you could give me was a taste of hell And i told you i cheated and that's all it takes for you to tell me to beat it Don't be offended, of anything i might say Didn't i give you a baby, and when i told you i love you it drive you crazy Treated you like a queen, so you wouldn't feel like the other ladies Oh, i gave you the world and you walked out my life cause i fucked another girl Man, we gotta get this thang tight, gotta get this thang right Cause it kinda sound like <i>[Chorus:]</i> Didn't i take 3 or 4 days to spend time with you, come on girl Came home off the road, shawty, even when i wasn't spose to Sure i gave her a lil dick but i gave all my love to you come on Naw it aint about the money but it's funny when you get mad, shawty you gon never keep it true Don't be offended of anything i might say Of course you was there for me when my mouth was hurt and a nigga couldn't talk, talk I remember when you were pregnant and i was there when you couldn't even walk, walk Now i don't give a fuck about them other hoes as long as we could live life gold, Yeah i'm looking at your pockets, they looking kinda swoll, does that make you a hoe, No <i>[Chorus:]</i> Oh, you had drama wit my mama, but i stayed wit you and ate it all up like a runner And when you found out shit you got mad and got the hell on and beatit like a road runner I hope you chill out cause you got my baby, and to me she the #1 stunna You gotta cool that shit down baby even if you don't want to you gotta be true Can't be offended, ya'll make ya'll baby want u son This for all the baby daddies You really love yo woman, you'd die fo yo woman But they don't want it, they want to fight us They got everything in the world They say they won't leave us and keep it true But they walk out of our lives Aint it crazy Take care of yo child nigga I love my baby mama, she cool Keep it flowin, keep knowing Everyone keep it strong G's up, get you cheese up It's yo boy Lil Scrappy |
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from Lil Scrappy - Bred 2 Die Born 2 Live [Amended Version] (2006)
Ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me You ain't *** witout cha badge get da *** 'round me Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me You ain't *** witout cha badge get da *** 'round me This lil' piggy ran home and that lil' piggy ran home And this lil' piggy ran home and that lil' piggy ran home Everybody wanna know what happened in Orlando We had a confirmation but they ain't wan' let it go Tryna push me, ol' *** *** police Actin' hard wit a suit but a badge can't fool me c'mon dawg don't take ya job dis serious A *** will kill any *** cat dats curious It's a lot of hard heads in tha streets dats furious Ain't nuthin' you can tell me, ain't nuthin' you can do to us Wit cha chest all out tryna be bad *** I can tell you broke 'cause you took my cash One sight of abuse and I'ma whip yo' *** C'mon man why you tryna rag? Don't wanna let a *** off tha hook, wanna go by da book Wen we both know in our eyes you da biggest crook Stop actin' you know, you on tha powder Punk *** probably sniff da dope by da *** hour Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me You ain't *** witout cha badge get da *** 'round me Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me You ain't *** witout cha badge get da *** 'round me Police don't love me, they tryna cuff me Somebody do somethin' I ain't even get nuthin' They came in rushin', I start to bustin' Wit my back to da wall I can see wats comin' Stead of handlin' da cool they wanna handle tha *** Tha Feds outside of my door tryna take a pic And some of 'em cool and some of 'em rude But I feel er'one of 'em my attitude And I hope they do wat they gotta do 'Cause if they pull tha heat I'ma pull tha tube And if it ain't in ya heart boy don't be no fool 'Cause God still lookin' at chu 'Cause on earth lot of *** chiefs no Indians They say some of da police *** and feminine If you call for help you probably snitch on ya self Do tha broads *** catch a *** *** from tha belt Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me You ain't *** witout cha badge get da *** 'round me Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me You ain't *** witout cha badge get da *** 'round me This lil' piggy ran home and that lil' piggy ran home And this lil' piggy ran home and that lil' piggy ran home |
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from Lil Scrappy - Bred 2 Die Born 2 Live [Amended Version] (2006)
<i>[Intro]</i>
Aye.. (Like me), C'mon G's up, git cha cheeze up (Aye) You know whudd it is mayn', Uhh (G's up, git cha cheeze up, Aye) It's ya boy, Lil' Scrap (Y'all niggaz wanna be like me, like me) Don't no body really know my struggle (Y'all niggaz wanna be like me) But they wanna be, where I'm at (Y'all niggaz wanna be like me) Well go through the pain nigga, cause (Y'all niggaz wanna be like me) Only the Good Lord know (Yup!) <i>[Chorus]</i> I think they wanna ride like me, like me Have a bitch on the passenga side like me, like me Yea, I think they wanna shine like me, like me On TV with the fame like me, like me Yea, they wanna wear a chain like me, like me I think they Wanna be trained like me, like me (Yea!) Yea they wanna have the game like me, like me (Come on!) But don't wanna go through pain like me, like me (Lemme explain somethin' to y'all mayn') <i>[Verse 1]</i> I know you see me shinin' With the yellow diamond Don't be thinkin' dat ya boy ain't been grindin' I was with my momma And there was alot of drama We sold crack from the winta all through the summa Yea, we went through pain We was stackin' change Payin' the cost to live in the street, mayn' Sold cocaine, just a lil' powda Sellin' weed trynna make a coupla extra dollas Tha shit I been through, a nigga should've been a schollar All nite trynna sleep hearin' pistols holla (Damn!!) Now when ___ died You know a nigga cried Not havin' him around You know it hurt inside Gotta have shelta ova my lil' sista Momma wonderin' round cause she a drug deala I gotta give it to her cause she a real nigga I'll kill any muthafucka doin' somethin' to her (Yup!!) <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Verse 2]</i> Uhh.. Look They wanna be on stage, (Riiight) They wanna get paid (Owh) But they don't know the hurt (Hurt!) And they can't feel my pain (owhh!!) On stage gettin' hit with a bottle Knocked out, not even know if I'ma rap tommorow (Aye!) In the hospital, straight bruised up Got a cut from my lip and my thumbs up (Damn!) It's kind of fucked up (Yea) Cuz I was showin' love (Love) I was givin' hugs (Hugs) Chillin' with the thugs (Thugs) All I'm trynna do is show love to err'body God let me alive so I can tell about it (Amen) See I don't scream and shout it, but I go to Church What ya know about puttin' in dat ___ work They throwin' up signs and they dyin' for it (I'm Crip and a Blood) Niggaz takin' lives goin' jail, payin' fo' it Ain't nothin' left afta Death but Heaven itself And if ya go to jail ya seed will have no help <i>[Chorus till end]</i> |
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from Lil Scrappy - Bred 2 Die Born 2 Live [Amended Version] (2006)
<i>[Intro:]</i>
Dear lord, Hope you can look, deep into my heart, N no dat I mean gud, n can forgive me for all my sins G's up It's a g thang Yo' moda fuckas no me mayne G's up It's a g thang (eeeaaayyyy) B.M.E <i>[Chorus:]</i> Lord hav mercy on me, Herd a nigga say des a heaven for a g If dey is please save a spot fo me I dun wan ta burn I hit a nigga up befo a nigga hit me Ridin around wit my strap on me Just Incase a nigga wanna fucking clap me I dun wanna burn No, no <i>[Verse 1:]</i> Dear lord, dis a letter to you A young nigga hurt n I dun no wat to do I try to live life rite but des cowas be hatin It's like everywer I go I run in-to satan Im on dis earth, with a blessin an a curse Just tinkin how we live Da ridin hurts Even do yu no' me, Ever since I was birth I'm innocent till you judge me and den cum fis N I aint tryn ta burn lord cuz das da worse Forgive me fo backsliding on the rock fo da thirst I knew it was wrong got ta snatchn da perse But it was cold outside culdnt afford a shirt Yeh I wan-na go to church But I can't be faithful I'm always doin shows but you no' dat I'm grateful I turn weak fo da fruit cuz it be tasteful I dun-no how in da world I can ever repay you <i>[Chorus:]</i> Lord hav mercy on me, Herd a nigga say des a heaven for a g If dey is please save a spot fo me I dun wan ta burn I hit a nigga up befo a nigga hit me Ridin around wit my strap on me Just Incase a nigga wanna fucking clap me I dun wanna burn No, no <i>[Verse 2:]</i> Eeeeyyyy Chris can you sit yo lil ass down my nigga Dammm, I caint even rite ta god, ssshhhit Dear lord I tank yu for lukin out fo my fam Even my lil broda who dun give a dam You see my lil sista dun got preg yet N my moma actin crazy n aint change-in N I pray, that you keep my pops preachin Cuz if he aint around deres nobody teachin N please keep my baby-mom-a from bitchin Excuse my language lord but is always friction I wana thank you for blessin me wit my lil girl But please give me the powa to fite da whole world Cuz I swear on u dat if dey touch my kid I'ma be sittin down writin to you again, (I swear) <i>[Chorus:]</i> Lord hav mercy on me, Herd a nigga say des a heaven for a g If dey is please save a spot fo me I dun wan ta burn I hit a nigga up befo a nigga hit me Ridin around wit my strap on me Just Incase a nigga wanna fucking clap me I dun wanna burn No, no |
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from Trillville, Lil' Scrappy - Head Bussa/Neva Eva (2003)
Get on my level ho (What!)
Get on my level ho (You can't!) Get on my level ho (You can't!) Get on my level ho (What!) Get on my level ho (It's Trillville ho!) Get on my level ho (Lil' Scrappy ho!) Get on my level ho (It's BME ho!) Get on my level ho (Let's gooo!) ["Get on my level ho" repeated in background throughout song] [Hook x2: Trillville (Lil Jon)] Bitch nigga you can neva eva, eva eva Eva eva, eva eva eva eva Get on my level ho (What!) Get on my level ho (What!) Get on my level ho (What!) Get on my level ho (What!) [Dirty Mouth] Get the fuck back, get the fuck back already I ain't playin' nann day Prove a nigga whatcha say Meet me anywhere, I don't care it don't matter to me Cause if ya fuckin' step, I'ma step in yo vicinity What, you think I'm a ho nigga please you ain't on my level Get some rank bitch while I'm diggin' ya grave with a shovel Time after time I ask myself is it really clever For you to get with me, bitch nigga you can neva eva Rank on my level, I'm pushin Chevrolet pedal If you niggas fuck with me I got that chrome, heavy metal Never settle for less but always strive for the best Most these niggas playin chief'll put ya straight to the test [Hook x2] [Don Peezy] My Benz, looka at my 'Ac Look at my Navi' and my 'Lac Get on my level, hell nah neva that I knew you wasn't real cause all ya do is chit-chat Always slizzle makin' sho' I stay gone Call us some broad to the Geor-Georgia Dome Tryin' to get with me is like naps through a comb They call me Don P AKA Corlio Up in the club with my Cartier's on |
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from Trillville, Lil' Scrappy - Head Bussa/Neva Eva (2003)
What, What
Get on my level ho (What) Get on my level ho (You Can't) Get on my level ho (You Can't) Get on my level ho (It's Trillville ho) Get on my level ho (It's Trillville ho) Get on my level ho (It's BME Ho) Get on my level ho (Let's Go!!!) [Chorus] Bitch nigga you could neva eva,eva eva, eva eva, eva eva eva eva Get on my level ho, Get on my level ho, Get on my level ho, Get on my level ho, [x2] [Dirty Mouth:] Just like i said get tha fuck back, get up on my level Chack, bread, and chips is all i stack, roll a seven bring it back Neva crapped out cause my pimpin is too slick for that But if you thank im jokin then i guess thats yo ass jack Beat em' down, stomp em' out, you know what im talkin bout Dirty mouth off in this bitch, Trillville we represent Any city,any hood, any state its all good Wish you links to get up on my level but you never could In tha club, throwin bo's, niggaz scrillin wit they throat Mean muggin' hard cuz they crunk off of Rainbow BME is tha clique,North,South,East and West Get up on my level cause my clique is tha fuckin best [Twista:] Nigga, I got too many stars, too many stripes,too many focus, and too many pipes, get up in tha club I'ma kill em' in a fight, hit em' in tha mouth with a left and a right fuck yo boyz, fuck yo law, keep lookin at me I'ma him em' im tha jaw Mac 11, Stoli Caliburs and SK's in tha trunk fo tha hataz if you really wanna brawl See yo bitch, smack a bitch up tha thang, now me got to click Bust yo dome in tha back of it, then I ride to the black cadillac and split If you dont really wanna get tha picture, then i gotta hit you wit real steel Let it rid |
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from 2Pac - Pac's Life / Explicit Version (2006)
Ahhh shit hahaha When I enter the first zone Worst known mic holder My Hummer roll up Evacuating strapped soldiers Inside strategy Manifestin' military styles Casually try da g When niggas battle me My prophesied prediction Switch and move positions Separated from his gun and bitch And watch 'em start snitchin' I keep spittin' still stupid niggas fail to listen I personify this thug livin' Hell or prison My ammunition varies My voice carries Watch me invite the whole world Me and the mob gettin' married It seems all the fine screams pierce the dark This is expected A trick bitch where is your heart You mark Watch niggas fall when I call they name We out laws hold your head niggas all the same Except some who want more out of life than stress We still thuggin' 'til its none left Don't sleep We gon' ride Keep my pistol on my side Always creep wit' the nine when I ride when I ride Don't sleep Blowin' pine Always hustlin' on the grind Cause I gotta get mine all the time all the time Don't sleep We gon' ride Keep my pistol on my side Always creep wit' the nine when I ride when I ride Don't sleep Blowin' pine Always hustlin' on the grind Cause I gotta get mine all the time all the time Dumpin' on motherfuckers at random Rapidly Wit' accuracy They shouldn't talk bad to me It had to be A motherfuckin' murder I'm glad to be A nigga that did the murder So sad to see Another motherfucker floatin' In plastic reef Sleep wit' his head wide open Rapid release Keep the police coastin' Casualties Warrant in deep east Oakland Yolk the nigga off the asphalt Drove off to the hills Positioned him on his knees and blew the back off Death with the lex ruger Death to ya Niggas cry when the bullets fly Kill and execute 'em I blast first 'til they body me Like my guns in variety Runnin' wit' the real big willies you silly punks try to be But front Doin' my walk by's rollin' a blunt Hand on my nuts in a get away car full of stunts Addicted to my nine Movin' like crime through time Poppin' niggas like pimples Nigga nothin' simple 'bout mine Etchasketchin' Dumpin' on all you punks at intersections Day in and day out Ain't no easy way outs or easy exits Don't sleep We gon' ride Keep my pistol on my side Always creep wit' the nine when I ride when I ride Don't sleep Blowin' pine Always hustlin' on the grind Cause I gotta get mine all the time all the time Don't sleep We gon' ride Keep my pistol on my side Always creep wit' the nine when I ride when I ride Don't sleep Blowin' pine Always hustlin' on the grind Cause I gotta get mine all the time all the time When I hit the street All I can see is the grind Blood sweat and tears when I bust my rhyme Yeah I un for my folk like I load my nine And when I let loose Then no crew standin' but mine I gives a damn 'bout lame nigga actin' schiesty Same one knew I was in jail and didn't write me Wanna fight me then come find me What eva you do shawty you betta think wisely You might see me wit' a stack in the trap I use my thoughts and pen Similar to a saran wrap A lil' lame nigga I'll neva be Yeah I'ma keep it g I'm from the Three and Scrap will neva sleep Aye We gon' ride Keep my pistol on my side Always creep wit' the nine when I ride when I ride Don't sleep Blowin' pine Always hustlin' on the grind Cause I gotta get mine all the time all the time Don't sleep We gon' ride Keep my pistol on my side Always creep wit' the nine when I ride when I ride Don't sleep Blowin' pine Always hustlin' on the grind Cause I gotta get mine all the time all the time Don't sleep Don't Sleep Don't Sleep |
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from Young Buck - Case Dismissed (2007)
(Intro)
Wussup with it, nigga? (It's how I do things) G-Unit South! (You know you f**ked up, right?) Aye yo, f**k tha police!! And f**k you snitchy azz niggas!! You know whudd it is!! (Matta a fact) Aye yo nigga! (You know whudd?!) Suck my dick!! (Chorus) Yeah I sell dope, come and catch me nigga (What!!) I do it fo' my folks, come and catch me nigga (Yuh!!) Damn right I took glocks, come and catch me nigga (What!!) I still won't stop if you catch me, nigga (Let's Goooo!!) Yeah I sell dope, come and catch me nigga (What!!) I do it fo' my folks, come and catch me nigga Damn right I took glocks, come and catch me nigga (What!!) I still won't stop if you catch me, nigga (C'monnn!) (Verse 1: All Star) I neva been fronted, if I got it - then I bought it Nigga, certified hustle-a, neva been caughted (Yuh!) Traffican' and trappin' got me stackin' up these bucks Nigga, I was grindin' hard when Warren Sapp was with (The Bucks) (Oooooowwhh) Nigga, we can git it crackin', really I don't give a f**k Call Scrap' and cherk Buck Like, "Let's go hit 'em up!" From tha -A- to Cashville, G-Unit, G's up And we talk to much heat to eva-eva freeze up (Holla!) Keep a hammer on my waist, a banana on tha cake I'm just happy to see 21 candals on tha cake And if I'm eva down bad, it's a bandana on my face I'll stomp bitch, I don't give a damn 'bout a case (F**k!) (Chorus) (Verse 2: Lil Scrappy) Yo.. (Aye..) See, I don't give a f**k if he know, you know I'll smoke-a blunt in front of tha police like it's legal (C'mon!!) Stand on tha squad car screaming "F**k tha people!" Man dem niggas hear me, then can git it like we do (Yeeaaah!!) Perp for tha low, peel fo' you roll Gotta go and hustle, 'cause my pokets on low Got a couplah niggas dat's gon' flip em O's It was born in my blood, I'm gon pimp em ho's (Fo' Sho'!!) When you see me in tha street, yeah I did it fo' tha struggle ho' Now on my time, I'm gon' do it fo' my daughter tho Even if I have to rob and lay a nigga on tha flo' (Aye, Aye) You don't want no problems - just gimme what I came fo' (G-Uniit!!) (Chorus) (Verse 3: Young Buck) Posted up, on dis corna like whateva My chin-chilla covas, on my G-Unit sweata (Yeah!!) On Tuesdays and Thursdays they say tha vikes rollin' We see 'em ride by, but we act like we don't know 'em They know they we ain't gone, see dis is our hood (What!!) We wear these bandanas, not 'cause they look good (Fo' Real!) Let's do dis fo' big took it, them niggas in the pen Tha ones dat won't neva see these f**kin' streets again (Yeaaah!!) So f**k tha D.E.A. and f**k tha F.B.I. We traffican' dis shit, up until tha day we die (Bu-bu-bu-buck!) Some say I'm out my mind, I say I'm about my grind (What!!) Dat's why when I tell 'em I bought a phantom They know dat I ain't lyin' (Aye!!) (Chorus) (Outro) Niggas know whudd it is! Straight up, on some real shiit, haha I got public service work to do, haha Yeahh!!! Aye yo 50!! Aye yo nigga! You told me what dem {?} gon' do Now I see watchu mean F**k tha police!! Haha.. Yeah nigga, G-Unit South!! Yeo!! |
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from Young Buck - Case Dismissed (2007)
(Lil Scrappy)
Okay-kay-kay-kayyy, G's up, Lil Scrappy I got money BME (BME), money in the bank, G-Unit! (Chorus - 4X) I got money in the bank (yea) shawty what you drank (Lil Scrappy) I'ma get that, dough and f**k with dem, hoes Young ladied that know me know Scrappy's a, pro Fill up at the, bar go get a mas-sage Find me a couple we can make it a, me-nage You be tryin, hard but nigga don't, start You be doin shit is gon' get you to the, morgue I go get that, paper a mega f**kin watch I be pullin out knots, that can buy me a, yacht Hold on baby, please, go get on yo', knees If you don't do it for me then do it for the, cheese (yea) I got extra weed (yea) money long like sleeves (yea) If a nigga try to creep, I got extra heat Got a bank account (cha-ching) with a large amount If a nigga wanna talk, nigga we can let it bounce (bounce) Take it outside, nigga f**k fallin back Killers run up in the club, ballin with a bigger stack (Chorus - 2X) (Young Buck) Two step with me, let me show you how it goes The Murcielago, lemme show you how it rolls I got a Bentley that I only drove one time 50 bought it for me shorty but it's still mine My Chevy clean and the paint look like lemon-lime You wanna shine, it ain't hard, just get on your grind We keep a bankroll, wallet full of credit cards Cup full of Cristal, box full of cigars Dirty South tatted on my back, I'm country She said she like the way I talk, these hoes love me Club goin crazy, we throwin out stacks G-Unit South yeah, tell the DJ bring it back See I'm A-Town stompin in a A-Town hat But I'm reppin Tennessee, like my homey Project Pat It ain't 'bout where you from homeboy it's where you at Scrappy beat me on the dice, yeah it's cool I'll be back Cause I got (Chorus - 2X) (Lil Scrappy) 50, got me, Lil Jon, got me I got a big-ass squad, how you gon' stop me Y'all niggaz, watch me, rise to the, top My shit gon', sell, yo' shit gon', flop Lil Jon, got me, 50, got me I got a big-ass family, how you gon' stop me Y'all niggaz, watch me, rise to the, top My shit gon', sell, yo' shit gon', flop (Chorus - 2X) |
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| from Trillville, Lil' Scrappy - The King Of Crunk & Bme Recordings (2004) | |||||
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