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from Jt Money - Blood Sweat And Years (2001)
What up G'yea
Father to son, know what it is? What up son, how you feelin'? It won't be long before I return in God's willin', but in the mean time Do everything grandma tell ya follow her words And I promise you they won't fail ya, just be strong And take care of your little sister, tell her that I love her And that daddy miss her you know I love you two Just keep doin' good in school and remember bein' bad, boy Don't make you cool might make a fool of yourself Or you'll end up like me incarcerated and I know you Will be S and B, we should be free, my son, you know I wouldn't lie to you so make the garden, and these hoes Don't apply to you, ya heard me boy? You gotta dedicate Your life to God 'cause he's the one who blessed you From the start and made you smart, I know you smart That's why I write you this type of letter but I shouldn't worry Too much because we raised you better, me and my momma And I know that you gonna represent and thank you for the letters And the pensions that you sent you made me happy I was blessed with you when I was young and we gonna grow up Together, father and son, father and son Nobody separate us that's a fact, I'm never goin' back to the projects The black man just stay largest down in the hoosy-a-way It hurt my heart to think that you could end up that way, so I pray It hurts me father, seein' your mind can falter We must be faltered, 'cause we pray, here it goes When I get out it's gonna be us, see? Me, you, and G'jay and Jess Outta the family at DZ or wherever else y'all wanna go I promise y'all, they won't separate us no more, not in this life time Ya know y'all mean the world to me, and nothin' more precious Than my boys and girl to me, not even me, so when your wrong I'm correctin' you 'cause if I don't, it's as good as neglectin' you Now this the truth, see I only want what's best for you And if there's somethin' you can't do, I won't think less of you Just try your best, I can see you got my ways in you But I don't want you goin' through the same things I went through See I was wild, even when I didn't have to be That's why you always see them people comin' after me But not no more, you see this change here had to come I couldn't pasursize livin' down to my son, not to my son Nobody separate us that's a fact, I'm never goin' back to the projects The black man just stay largest down in the hoosy-a-way It hurt my heart to think that you could end up that way, so I pray Nobody separate us that's a fact, I'm never goin' back to the projects The black man just stay largest down in the hoosy-a-way It hurt my heart to think that you could end up that way, so I pray It hurts me father, seein' your mind can falter We must be faltered 'cause we pray, here it goes It hurts me father, seein' your mind can falter We must be faltered, 'cause we pray, here it goes Boy, I just love spendin' time with you When you get older, I might even bust rhymes with you If you want to you know, you always make me proud of you No matter what the situation I'll go out with you But I don't want you, to think that goin' to jail's cool Just 'cause I didn't, boy you still gotta finish school Don't be no fool see I went back and got mine So if there's somethin' I wanna do, they can't stop mine You know what I'm talkin' about, the people who make up excuses Besides entertainment, labor sports, they think we're useless But see the truth is in the good and when they puttin', whip on ya ass When you get that money fast, you spend that money fast, boy Everything you think you wanna do, I finally done it See when I'm gone, everything I own, you gonna want it And if you decide to settle down with a woman, make sure ya know her It's cool to love someone but don't be a sucker for her Nobody separate us that's a fact, I'm never goin' back to the projects The black man just stay largest down in the hoosy-a-way It hurt my heart to think that you could end up that way, so I pray Nobody separate us that's a fact, I'm never goin' back to the projects The black man just stay largest down in the hoosy-a-way It hurt my heart to think that you could end up that way, so I pray It hurts me father, seein' your mind can falter We must be faltered 'cause we pray, here it goes It hurts me father, seein' your mind can falter We must be faltered 'cause we pray, here it goes |
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from Jt Money - Blood Sweat And Years (2001)
Hit 'em (17x then to background of hook)
[Hook: 2x] Hit 'em hiiiiiiiiiiiii Hit 'em loooooooo [Verse 1:] I only drop the hotness Don't see haters cause them suckers can't top this Ain't nobody in da game who can stop this When it come to wicked flow's you know I got this Every time I drop this I come like an erect dick, ready to waste shit You see them killers with me and them suckers jack quick I put it down, like this shit is too heavy I let you know I'm coming, you still can't get ready We blowing pounds Nigga fuck smoking them nickel bags We big bossin', all you clowns looking fag Play crazy boy, recline you like laz-e-boy Fuck wit JT boy nigga see what a happen to ya I ain't just rapping to ya, nigga it's on I'm in dis bitch one mo gen claiming my throne That playtime you suckers had was over with JT Money in dis bitch Nigga know dat shit, that's right [Hook: 4x] Hit 'em hiiiiiiiiiiiii Hit 'em loooooooo [Verse 2:] I turn it off and on like light switches Taking suckers out the game who ack just like bitches I'm nice wit dis Ain't no time for no sucker shit You see a nigga violating better bust his dick Got no luv for no snakes and no playa haters Pushin' these fuck niggas buttons like they elevators My shit too hot and I'm close to scorching yours Fucking you up nigga like you at "The Source Awards" Close shop, nigga don't stop playboy Suckers swear they got game but I play none Don't step out yo league into big tyme Talking 'bout you want to get mine Split ya with time, nigga what Bring the ruckus, taking out these suckers I keep saying this coz I mean it muthafuckers You suckers and busters, I can see through ya heart You niggas scared of war, you don't want it to start [Hook: 4x] Hit 'em HIIIIIIIIIIII! Hit 'em loooooooo [Verse 3:] Nigga ain't taking no pity on these buster niggas and trick hoes Stay on the grind, work my mind, programmed to git flo' Now can they fuck wit da J?, Shit no! You niggas know they got no wind from the git go So git yo-ass up out of my face Who dat all brand nigga tryin' to get erased? Going down babe boy Money Man in dis bitch Gotta problem, nigga shit We can handle dis shit [Hook: 6x] Hit 'em HIIIIIIIIIIII! Hit 'em loooooooo Hit 'em (until fade) |
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from Jt Money - Blood Sweat And Years (2001)
Yeaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh (that right)
Yeaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh (Yeaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh) JT Money, God dammit Bout time, spin this bitch (Niggaz waitin on yo muh'fuckin ass, let's ride) (Hook) x4 Heychayaya, heychayaya, heychayaya (Drop them boes on 'em) We drop them boes on u hoes nigga I got em goin crazy Tryin to lock down Jay baby Them suckas don't wanna pay me Them niggaz must think I'm crazy They must do business shady Or they think that I can't count Don't need a big bank account Fuck that bullshit I'm out Tryin to start my own shit Muh'fucka I own shit When I'm on some grown shit And I stand on my own, bitch Get yo hands up outta my pocket Y'all greedy muh'fuckas betta stop it Y'all niggaz can't play wit my profit So you might as well back up off it Money man don't fuck around Boy I will shut you down You don't wanna bust it down Now I gotta stop bussin clown So please don't fuck with mine And I won't have to fuck wit yours 'cause when I bring them toys We knockin down them doors And anything else in my way Interferin wit my pay Y'all niggaz gon' learn today Don't fuck around wit Jay I don't see awards or them plaques Or them stanky car tracks Matter fact Fuck That All I want is my stack Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiggggghhhhhtttttttt (Hook) x4 Y'all don' wanna fuck around wit this Only bitch-ass niggaz ain't down wit this Y'all crowdin that nigga Stop houndin this For you fuck my first Get a pound wit this Y'all fake-ass niggaz betta recognize I'll work ya niggaz out like exercise I'm this shit muh'fucka I flex my mouth You gotta short piece I'll wash yo mind Nigga I ain't lyin Muh'fuckas don't know bout Jay And this damn thing hold by Jay Fuck around be D-O-A Nigga that's fo' sho okay You don't know this ganky shit Plus I won't ganky trick Y'all fuck niggaz think y'all slick Lemme tell y'all niggaz ain't shit But when them killas come That's when all y'all fuck niggaz run Still nigga like me boots up to none So all y'all fuck boys will get done, huh All y'all sucka niggaz betta take heed For ya get yo ass smoked like weed Nigga I don't break I squeeze Lemme hear ya tryin to take from me Nigga that's gon be ya ass Definitely gon be ya last Don't fuck around Nigga wit my cash Unless yo ass want to get blast Respect tha game Dread the pain That I'ma bring To ya man Playing games wit ya life Livin triflin I'll take them stripes (Hook) x4 Yeaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh I'm in this game like a legend Y'all niggaz peasants Open ya ass up like presents Put my weight on it While you still sittin weight on it Can't hate on it when Jay on it Yo don' know rowdy boys shot clothes Hits from way back Tryin to top those Love to chop hoes Quick to drop boes On my foes To pop though When I don't stop though Wanna pose Can't fuck with Jay I'm the ear-shake Gotta make big pay Don't stop How'm I off the top But who that drop nigga say I went pop Lemme pop real shit in ya ear Pop off on all fuck-boys So stay in tha clear Pop bitch in the mouth Talk too much shit Pop three lil' gids that don't fuck with Pop on a nigga when I see ya hate Pop a gat in his mouth Send him to Satan Pop the question Who next to die If you it don't wanna to be you don't fuck with mine I ain't a rap-ass nigga bitch that spit game In tha big thangs Don't take some shit man All bread suckas soft ass cookies Don't ever compare me to no rookies (Hook) x4 [Talking] Drop it on ya ass Playin on muh'fuckas game From here on out Shop clothes Talk all that shit Rapper-ass nigga Yeaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh |
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from The New Guy (뉴 가이) by Ralph Sall [ost] (2002)
Hit 'em (17x then to background of hook)
[Hook: 2x] Hit 'em hiiiiiiiiiiiii Hit 'em loooooooo [Verse 1:] I only drop the hotness Don't see haters cause them suckers can't top this Ain't nobody in da game who can stop this When it come to wicked flow's you know I got this Every time I drop this I come like an erect dick, ready to waste shit You see them killers with me and them suckers jack quick I put it down, like this shit is too heavy I let you know I'm coming, you still can't get ready We blowing pounds Nigga fuck smoking them nickel bags We big bossin', all you clowns looking fag Play crazy boy, recline you like laz-e-boy Fuck wit JT boy nigga see what a happen to ya I ain't just rapping to ya, nigga it's on I'm in dis bitch one mo gen claiming my throne That playtime you suckers had was over with JT Money in dis bitch Nigga know dat shit, that's right [Hook: 4x] Hit 'em hiiiiiiiiiiiii Hit 'em loooooooo [Verse 2:] I turn it off and on like light switches Taking suckers out the game who ack just like bitches I'm nice wit dis Ain't no time for no sucker shit You see a nigga violating better bust his dick Got no luv for no snakes and no playa haters Pushin' these fuck niggas buttons like they elevators My shit too hot and I'm close to scorching yours Fucking you up nigga like you at "The Source Awards" Close shop, nigga don't stop playboy Suckers swear they got game but I play none Don't step out yo league into big tyme Talking 'bout you want to get mine Split ya with time, nigga what Bring the ruckus, taking out these suckers I keep saying this coz I mean it muthafuckers You suckers and busters, I can see through ya heart You niggas scared of war, you don't want it to start [Hook: 4x] Hit 'em HIIIIIIIIIIII! Hit 'em loooooooo [Verse 3:] Nigga ain't taking no pity on these buster niggas and trick hoes Stay on the grind, work my mind, programmed to git flo' Now can they fuck wit da J?, Shit no! You niggas know they got no wind from the git go So git yo-ass up out of my face Who dat all brand nigga tryin' to get erased? Going down babe boy Money Man in dis bitch Gotta problem, nigga shit We can handle dis shit [Hook: 6x] Hit 'em HIIIIIIIIIIII! Hit 'em loooooooo Hit 'em (until fade) |
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