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from More Music From 8 Mile (8마일) [ost] (2003)
You 'bout to feel the chronicles of a bionical lyric
lyrically splittin dismissin I'm on a mission of just hitting now it's written and kitten hittin wit mittens I'm missing wishing man listen I glisten like sun and water while fishing. Bust the move and then swerve Serve words with nerve embedded I said it word Damn, you nerd man, you heard Coming from the town of Illy and alleys are full of Phillies and Rallys suckers get Silly as Sally then found in alleys, I'm rowdy really 1-So here we go now, Holla if ya hear me though, come and feel me flow Never mixing with tricking brothers bitching Over fixins that ain't fittin to be hittin. On nothin splittin things that's bitten And gettin written off Like a fatter bad bladder boy ya pissing me off Before you even started so what So long see you fly by my try how else Could I say it when you play it try boom bye bye. (rpt 1, 1) The flow pro poetical with skills only A vet'll know better know where's The wetter flow that'son point like Decimals manhandlin new crews Partying with the Zoo Crew Looking for the pink in poo poo. I thought you knew too stone style is of stamina Jammin ta while we plannin ta jam We bust plus we're the party Amateur damager managin damagin mics Men and even mannequins. You're a fan again now I wanna know whose the man again? Naughty's back like vertibrates word to hey-a-ho The way I show you pray I flow Steady breakin to the boogie so bang time To slang bang and watch all the poo tang tangs hang (rpt 1, 1) Play and Kay'll break the body of a beat The beat the break into boogie Firm and fully chase bass lines like bullies All we wanna know is if your body wanna party It's nuff poo tang tang for everybody So hip up and split up get up Get up your wit up souped up put your dukes up No guts set up for sit ups flip up watch us rip up. Shakes shows until they fizz up Rizz up like your with us if not zip up You lip up whip up. Hits with ransom's foul styles get and ones We come back cause we heard Hip hop needed another anthem Black like Noah in fact and for ya If we was back in the days with the Drifters We would've been known as the Flowers Bevin these since the seventies Find me so we went crazy in the eighties So we won't kiss heinies in the nineties Oops the Naughty's troop in sections of forties So clap your hands and hold your shorty I'm Naughty. (rpt 1, 1) |
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from Nothing To Lose (낫씽 투 루즈) by Robert Folk [ost] (1997)
Intro/chorus:
Jump (jump), jump (jump), jump (jump), jump (jump), jump (jump) Not yet....... Jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up) How many niggas gettin lye tonight? How many niggas gettin high tonight? Jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up) Verse 1: treach Na-na, na-na I say fight, you holler a quarter day late A dollar short, poppin more corks and niggas don't get Ya collared court, trife ass whitney will you motherfuckin mouth, aight And change your life, we'll sell your life, and tape your fat ass tight Must be just the master monk The underhood, the underworld's under man Motherfuck bein understood, long as we understand You can't twist the treach ? ? ? ? ? and mix his friends Niggas over here don't switch and bitch and bend All eyes on a prize, pimpin it, and battle a million dollar chance I glance and just take your tip It's that last nine hundred and ninety nine thou' And bowed and thanked the crowd bein in style And gimme all these boys a while, truth will tell, I ain't have skunk Get em tough and guts, smoke from *? stoge? * and hand treach Get em out of grants that they owe, the top notch Makin blocks flock, don't have to bust shots I got props, I'm warning you like closing doors when cop knocks Chorus Verse 2: vin rock Ha Now let me line this nigga up How you soundin talkin plain wit my name, man what the fuck? Oh, you don't know, boom bap smack and there it is How we dealin wit these frustrated niggas in the biz? (what the fuck was he freakin? ) I bring some drink in, just for fun They be guzzlin on gallons of that red ass rum You might as well-a put a motherfuckin bounty on your head Cos the drama's for your momma, till your bitch ass dead (let those) chickens, I see your mental picture clickin I, know I only make it for the one-night stickin Phat, I take that back because I was not thinkin After one piece of my dick, your brain starts shrinkin How many niggas gettin lye tonight? How many niggas gettin high tonight? Jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up) Verse 3: treach, vin rock What? check it, when the man ain't the man no more We'll see which one of his men will withstand and be the man in the war All that rah rah, I send that ass bye bye After that I fly, I put that on the tatt on my neck, capital i-i Serve those wit the nerve to test this Step and get'cha records clipped Original is what you kick but I know you better quit You analyse my click then go duplicate my shit Discredit's what you get, cos you bit Niggas get the hit-low, and shit loads, I flip shows If it goes to glocks, we didn't have the blocks in your zip code Keep hittin knockers wit the showstopper in this industry For they hit us with the hoffa or kennedy remedy That's when vinnie will be Lightin shit up brighter than a bicentennial, see we Sick of talkin shit, niggas knowin how we do So if you don't fuck with us, we won't have to fuck with you (we won't have to fuck wit you) Chorus |
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