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1,650 | 4 Minutes | Madonna | [Intro: Timbaland]
I'm outta time, and all I got is four minutes
Fikki fikki, four minutes, aye
I'm outta time, and all I got is four minutes
Fikki fikki, four minutes, aye
I'm outta time, and all I got is four minutes (Four, four)
Fikki fikki, four minutes, aye
I'm outta time, and all I got is four minutes (Four, four)
Fikki fikki, four minutes, aye
I'm outta time, and all I got is four minutes (Four, four)
Fikki fikki, four minutes, aye
I'm outta time, and all I got is four minutes (Four, four)
Fikki fikki, four minutes, aye
I'm outta time, and all I got is four minutes (Four, four)
Fikki fikki, four minutes, aye
I'm outta time, and all I got is four minutes (Four, four)
Fikki fikki, ow, ow, c'mon
Ah, yeah, ha
Breakdown, c'mon
[Interlude: Justin Timberlake]
Hey, uh, c'mon, Madonna
[Verse 1: Madonna, Justin Timberlake, Timbaland]
C'mon, boy
I've been waiting for somebody to pick up my stroll, ah
Ah, well, don't waste time
Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll, mmm
I want somebody to speed it up for me, then take it down slow
There's enough room for both
Well, I can handle that, you just gotta show me where it's at
Are you ready to go? Are you ready to go?
(Fikki fikki, fikki fikki, come on)
See Madonna LiveGet tickets as low as $71You might also like[Pre-Chorus: Madonna & Justin Timberlake, Timbaland]
If you want it, you already got it
If you thought it, it better be what you want (Fikki, fikki, ow)
If you feel it, it must be real just
Say the word, and I'ma give you what you want
[Chorus: Madonna, Justin Timberlake]
Time is waiting
We only got four minutes to save the world
No hesitating
Grab a boy, then grab a girl
Time is waiting
We only got four minutes to save the world
No hesitating
We only got four minutes, heh, a-four minutes
[Post-Chorus: Justin Timberlake, Madonna, Both]
So keep it up, keep it up
Don't be a pri-hey-madonna, uh
You gotta get in line, hop
(Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock)
That's right, keep it up, keep it up
Don't be a pri-hey-madonna, uh
You gotta get in line, hop
(Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock)
[Verse 2: Madonna, Justin Timberlake]
Sometimes I think what I need is a "you" intervention, yeah
Ah, and you know I can tell that you like it
And that it's good, by the way that you move, oh, hey
The road to hell is paved with good intentions, yeah
But if I die tonight, at least I can say I did what I wanted to do
Tell me, how 'bout you?
[Pre-Chorus: Madonna & Justin Timberlake, (Timbaland)]
(Fikki, fikki, ow)
If you want it, you already got it
If you thought it, it better be what you want (Come on)
If you feel it, it must be real, just
Say the word, and I'ma give you what you want
[Chorus: Madonna, Justin Timberlake]
The time is waiting
We only got four minutes to save the world
No hesitating
Grab a boy, then grab a girl
Time is waiting
We only got four minutes to save the world
No hesitating
We only got four minutes, heh, a-four minutes
[Post-Chorus: Justin Timberlake, Madonna, Both]
So keep it up, keep it up
Don't be a pri-hey-madonna, uh
You gotta get in line, hop
(Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock)
That's right, keep it up, keep it up
Don't be a pri-hey-madonna, uh
You gotta get in line, hop
(Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock)
[Outro: Timbaland, Madonna]
Breakdown
Yeah
(Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock)
Yeah, uh
(Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock)
I only got four minutes, to save the world12 | Pop | 17 | 3 | 2,008 | 87,881 |
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1,652 | Man on the Moon (The Anthem) | Kid Cudi | [Intro]
(Yawn)
Alright, run it
I never gave a fuck
I never gave a fuck about what niggas thought about me
I mean, I did, but like, fuck it, you know what I'm saying?
You gon' love me, man
You gon' love me, man
[Verse 1]
They can't comprehend
Or even come close to understanding him
I guess if I was boring they would love me more
Guess if I was simple in the mind, everything would be fine
Maybe if I was a jerk to girls
Instead of being nice and speaking kind words
Then maybe it would be okay to say then
I wasn't a good guy to begin with
[Pre-Chorus 1]
But my mind is all crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy
They got me thinking I ain't human
Like I came in from above, above, above, above
Feeling like an airplane in the sky
But then they say I'm crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy
They got me thinking I ain't human
Like I came in from above, above, above, above
Feeling like a bird sitting high, high
See Kid Cudi LiveGet tickets as low as $103You might also like[Chorus]
I be that man on the moon, I'm that man on the moon
And I'mma do what I do, so do you, hey-hey
I be posted with my blunt and a brew, my dude
I'm that man on the moon, I'm up-up on the moon
[Interlude]
It's like, I'mma play all my stuff for everybody
And you know, and all my people, they give me feedback
You know, and they'll be like
"Yo, yo, why, why your shit sound so different?"
You know what I'm saying?
"Why yo- why yo- why your shit- like on another level- Why's-
Why's it sound so different?"
Like that's a bad thing
And I be like, "Why not, nigga?"
[Verse 2]
Close my eyes, high in the dark
It's a curtain call; come one, come all
All I do is try to make it simple
The ones that make it complicated
Never get congratulated
I'm something different, all aspects
Don't want a woman just to love her assets
I'll still wife her up, even with her flat chest
The type to get hurt, but that's the past tense
[Pre-Chorus 2]
My mind is all hazy, hazy, hazy, hazy
I be thinkin' that I'm wrong
'Cause they used to call me lame, lame, lame, lame
My swag was a little different
But then my mind is hazy, hazy, hazy, hazy
I be thinkin' that I'm wrong
But they the ones who lame, lame, lame, lame
I got the last laugh, nigga
[Chorus]
I be that man on the moon, I'm that man on the moon
And I'mma do what I do, so do you, hey-hey
I be posted with my blunt and a brew, my dude
I'm that man on the moon, I'm up-up on the moon108 | Hip-HopRap | 17 | 7 | 2,008 | 436,791 |
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1,656 | Lost In the World | Kanye West | [Intro: Justin Vernon]
I'm up in the woods, I'm down on my mind
I'm building a still to slow down the time
I'm up in the woods, I'm down on my mind
I'm building a still to slow down the time
I'm up in the woods, I'm down on my mind
I'm building a still, down the time
[Chorus: Kanye West & Justin Vernon]
I'm lost in the world, been down my whole life
I'm new in the city, and I'm down for the night
Down for the night, said she's down for the night
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh (Slow down the time), ooh
I'm lost in the world, been down my whole life
I'm new in the city, but I'm down for the night
Down for the night, down for the night
[Verse: Kanye West]
You're my devil, you're my angel
You're my heaven, you're my hell
You're my now, you're my forever
You're my freedom, you're my jail
You're my lies, you're my truth
You're my war, you're my truce
You're my questions, you're my proof
You're my stress and you're my masseuse
Ma-ma-se, ma-ma-se, ma-ma-ku-sa
Lost in this plastic life
Let's break out of this fake-ass party
Turn this into a classic night
If we die in each other's arms
Still get laid in the afterlife
If we die in each other's arms
Still get laid, yeah, yeah, yeah
You might also like[Pre-Chorus: Kanye West & Elly Jackson]
Run from the lights, run from the night, run for your life
Down for the night, down for the night, down for the night
[Chorus: Kanye West]
I'm lost in the world, been down my whole life
I'm new in the city, and I'm down for the night
Down for the night, down for the night
[Bridge: Gil Scott Heron & Kanye West]
Who will survive in America?
Who will survive in America? (Down for the night)
Who will survive in America?
Who will survive in America?
[Chorus: Kanye West]
I'm lost in the world, been down my whole life
I'm new in the city
And I'm down for the night, down for the night
I'm lost in the world, been down my whole life
I'm new in the city
But I'm down for the night, down for a night
Oh-oh, get down
[Outro]
[Non-lyrical vocals]
[Produced by Jeff Bhasker & Kanye West]
[Directed by Kanye West and Ruth Hogben]122 | Hip-HopRap | 22 | 11 | 2,010 | 866,972 |
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1,657 | Big Dog Status (Remix) | Scarface | [Verse 1: Scarface]
Ho! It's young 'Face, slanging yay everyday
Heavyweight, got a bad bitch in every state
On the grind non-stop till I touch this cake
Mark ass niggas stay the fuck up out my way
I'm a true OG, you can quote what I say
I'm an H-town nigga from around the way
Southside, Ridin' Dirty like I'm UGK
Asshole by nature like my name was Trae
And I don't gangbang, I patrol the game
And what I'm representing here is putting holes in brains
Before I say the same thing I'll be old and grey
'Fore I fall off and rap about my clothes and chains
Gripping grain and popping trunks, dog but that ain't me
These elbows hit the scene back in eighty-three
I stay street, when it's done, that's that
You could find me in your hood pumping monster crack
I roll over rodents in Rovers with rims on 'em
Sniffing out a rat I expose him and then dome him
A lot of nigga's bitches, they claim that they OGs
A straight up pussy and claims that he knows me
You see I, putting out these DVDs
Now my shit done hit the streets, he gots to squat the pee
Got the Feds on his team so they watching me
Mousetrap for a rat, pussy watch and see
You might also like[Hook: Scarface] + {UTP}
I've been straight {for a long time}
Getting cake {for a long time}
E&J {for a long time}
Nigga {try to get like this!}
I've been a G {for a long time}
In the street {for a long time}
Toting heat {for a long time}
Nigga {try to get like this!}
{I got big dog status} *8X*
[Verse 2: T.I.]
Hey I'm they fave
They say pressure busts pipes, but I ain't scared
It's my pleasure to tell it right, don't think I ain't said
Cause they got prices on my head homie, I don't slip
Clips long as giraffe necks, that's why I don't trip
Just open up and let it rip, ain't nothing new to a G
Hey I ain't worried about these niggas till they shooting at me
My partner died, daughter too, give excuses to me
Still a buster ass rapper I'm refusing to be
Scarface seem to say I'm the king, you a fool if you think
There's another young new rapper dude out there cooler than me (Haha)
I cruise in the V, brand new with the beat
I live a real life like I say I do in the beat
Yo, true indeed, I do indeed
Do it for the OG's and the true MC's
Them busters say this year I got brand new and it's all phat
Cut that fighting in the club, I'm done with all that
Nigga ass out of line, well his ass getting wet
Give a west side nigga ten stacks, that's that
Oh, or maybe less as a matter of fact
Nigga be testing the professor, what's the matter with cats?
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
I've been doing this shit, nigga who are you?
Lil nigga, I done seen keys bigger than you
Lil nigga, you ain't know shit
Cut off a nigga head, make him suck his own dick
How the game go? Money over bitches and flowers over snitches
Money over bitches and flowers over snitches
Mr., Mr. Scarface, pistols into y'all face
Mr., Mr. Scarface, pistols into y'all face
Yeah!
[Verse 4: Scarface]
I came here to exercise my game
Spread love to the hood is how I do my thang
Smoking weed with my homies, barbeque them wangs
Sip Hennesey and coke cause I don't fuck with drank
Don't pop pills either cause that shit ain't cool
We just drunk a Mad Dog 'fore we went to school
Flick off, back then I was smashing boys
Jump wrong, you saw a nigga get his ass destroyed
Same rules right now, I demand respect
And if I slapped one ho, then her man was next
I'm a kick door robber, a hot-shot driver
A crack rock slanging motherfucker for a dollar
If it's a dare to be made, then I'm finna make it
But if it ain't no way, then believe I'm finna take it
Cause a nigga with no hustle, it ain't worth this G
And a bitch like this is even worse than that
I've been good at bullshitting but this game can cost
And if a nigga can't maintain, mayne he lost
He a nerd, and they fuck nerds in jail I heard
And as a nigga, I come in here with my balls and my word
[Hook]1 | Hip-HopRap | 20 | 10 | 2,007 | 7,277 |
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1,660 | Dark Fantasy | Kanye West | [Produced by Kanye West & RZA]
[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
You might think you've peeped the scene
You haven't, the real one's far too mean
The watered-down one, the one you know
Was made up centuries ago
They made it sound all wack and corny
Yes, it's awful blasted boring
Twisted fictions, sick addiction
Well, gather 'round, children, zip it, listen
[Chorus: Justin Vernon & Teyana Taylor]
Can we get much higher? (So high)
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh (Oh)
Can we get much higher? (So high)
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh
Can we get much higher? (So high)
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh (Oh)
Can we get much higher? (So high)
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh
You might also like[Verse 1: Kanye West]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I fantasized 'bout this back in Chicago
Mercy, mercy me, that Murciélago
That's me the first year that I blow
How you say broke in Spanish? Mi no hablo
Me drown sorrow in that Diablo
Me found bravery in my bravado
DJs need to listen to the models
You ain't got no fuckin' Yeezy in your Serato? (You ain't got no Yeezy, nigga?)
Stupid, but what the hell do I know?
I'm just a Chi-Town nigga with a Nas flow
And my chick in that new Phoebe Philo
So much head, I woke up to Sleepy Hollow
[Chorus: Justin Vernon & Teyana Taylor]
Can we get much higher?
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Look like a fat booty Celine Dion
Sex is on fire, I'm the King of Leona Lewis
Beyond the truest
Hey, teacher, teacher, tell me how do you respond to students?
And refresh the page and restart the memory?
Re-spark the soul and rebuild the energy?
We stopped the ignorance, we killed the enemy
Sorry for the night demons that still visit me
The plan was to drink until the pain over
But what's worse, the pain or the hangover?
Fresh air, rollin' down the window
Too many Urkels on your team, that's why your wins low
Don't make me pull the toys out, huh
Don't make me pull the toys
And fire up the engines, huh
And then they make noise
[Chorus: Justin Vernon & Teyana Taylor]
Can we get much higher? (So high)
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh
[Bridge: Justin Vernon & Kanye West]
At the mall, there was a seance
Just kids, no parents
Then the sky filled with herons
Saw the devil in a Chrysler LeBaron
And the hell, it wouldn't spare us
And the fires did declare us
But after that, took pills, kissed an heiress
And woke up back in Paris
[Chorus: Justin Vernon & Teyana Taylor]
Can we get much higher? (So high)
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh
[Chorus: Justin Vernon & Teyana Taylor]
Can we get much higher? (So high)
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh (Oh)
Can we get much higher? (So high)
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh
Can we get much higher? (So high)
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh (Oh)
Can we get much higher? (So high)
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh193 | Hip-HopRap | 22 | 11 | 2,010 | 1,864,751 |
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1,661 | Monie in the Middle | Monie Love | Brother what is with you, you can't take a hint?
I need to shove a splint between your eyes for you to see
You and me were never meant to be
Your homeboy likes me, I like him too, get out the picture
I get your point but I'm not rolling with the punch
I scrunched up the letter you wrote me in lunch
In 5th period I pay no notice to your motion
My work is on the table, my pen's in locomotion
Every time I turn around, you're looking at my face
I try to ignore you, the bell rings, I race out the room
Zoom to another room, sit down, what do you know?
The lover's in town
The other brother (Who?) The one I want to talk to
Sitting three seats back, and I'mma walk over to him
And give him the letter I wrote
Because my feelings towards him are brewing, ya know?
Monie in the middle (Where she at?) In the middle
Yep, Monie's in the middle (Where that at?) In the middle
Monie in the middle (Where she at?) In the middle
(Go Mon, Mon, what is she?) Monie in the middle (Repeat 2x)
In 7th the knucklehead walks in and sits down beside me
I said "Yo, why you trying to ride me?"
Day in and day out I can't seem to get you off my back
What do you think I should do about that?
In fact it's embarrassing, what a buffoon
You even follow me in the ladies bathroom
Give me a break, I can't take it, the stakes are too high
Besides, there goes the other brother
I'm not Keith Sweat, so don't sweat me
The other brother's smooth approach is what gets me
He intrigues the Mon you know
So I suggest the course towards me you blow
You're wasting time pursuing Monie
Cause she's pursuing the lover only
And as my mother did she told me
Go for what you know, Mo, yo
You might also likeMonie in the middle (Where she at?) In the middle
Yep, Monie's in the middle (Where that at?) In the middle
Monie in the middle (Where she at?) In the middle
(Go Mon, Mon, what is she?) Monie in the middle (Repeat 2x)
Bringing matters to a close and everybody knows
That I'm no longer in the middle
I made my decision, precisely, precision is a must
For me to solve another riddle
Step into a brand new rhythm,-ism schisms
Nope, I'm not with 'em, I've given
My undivided attention, you know what I'm saying?
No type of games I'm playing when
Monie in the middle (Where she at?) In the middle
Yep, Monie's in the middle (Where that at?) In the middle
Monie in the middle (Where she at?) In the middle
(Go Mon, Mon, what is she?) Monie in the middle (Repeat 4x) | Hip-HopRap | null | null | null | 7,681 |
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1,663 | I’m Bad | LL Cool J | [Intro]
Calling all cars, calling all cars...
Be on the lookout for a tall light-skinned brother with dimples
Wearing a black Kangol, sweatsuit, gold chain, and sneakers.
Last seen on Farmers Boulevard headed east.
Alias L.L. Cool J. He's bad...
[Verse 1]
Aaaahhhhhhhhhh
No rapper can rap quite like I can
I'll take a musclebound man and put his face in the sand
Not the last Mafioso, I'm a MC cop
Make you say "Go LL," and do the Wop
If you think you can outrhyme me, yeah boy I bet
Cause I ain't met a motherfucker who can do that yet
Trendsetter, I'm better, my rhymes are good
I got a gold nameplate that says "I wish you would"
And when battles begin then I gotta join in and
Before my rhyme is over, you know I'mma win
Cool J has arrived so you better make way
Ask anybody in the crowd, they say the kid don't play
Slaughter competition, that's my hobby and job
I don't wear a disguise because I don't owe the mob
Got a pinpoint rap that makes you feel trapped
So many girls on my jock, I think my phone is tapped
I'm bad
See LL Cool J LiveGet tickets as low as $14You might also likeCool J, Cool J, Cool J, Cool J, Cool J, Cool J
[Verse 2]
I'm like Tyson, icin', I'm a soldier at war
I'm makin' sure you don't try to battle me no more
Got concrete rhymes, been rappin' for ten years and
Even when I'm bragging, I'm bein' sincere!
Emcees can't win, I make 'em rust like tin
They call me 'Jaws,' my hat is like a shark's fin
Because I'm bad as can be, got my voice on wax
Some brothers think he's making records, now he must have relaxed
I couldn't, I shouldn't, and it'll stay that way
The best rapper you've heard is LL Cool J
Kamikaze, take a look at what I've done
Used to rock in my basement, now I'm number one
And can happen on time, never standin' on line
You wanna try me? First you better learn how to rhyme
I'm the pinnacle; that means I reign supreme
And I'm notorious; I'll crush you like a jellybean!
I'm bad
"Suspect was last spotted with three other members of his group. Bobcat, E Love and the Cut Creator. They are extremely bad, so keep your eyes open. Use extreme caution"
[Verse 3]
I eliminate punks, cut 'em up in chunks
You were souped, you heard me, and your ego shrunk
I'm devastating I'm so good it's a shame
Cause I eat rappers like a cannibal they call me insane
I'm as strong as a bull of course you know why I pull
I enjoy what I'm doing plus I'm paid in full
Not Buckaroo Banzai, but bustin' out as I
Say the kind of rhymes that make MC's wish that I'd die
Never retire or put my mic on the shelf
The baddest rapper in the history of rap itself
Not bitter or mad, just provin' I'm bad
You want a hit? Give me a hour plus a pen and a pad!
MC's retreat, cause they know I can beat 'em
And eat 'em in a battle and the ref won't cheat 'em
I'm the baddest! Takin' out all rookies
So forget Oreos, eat Cool J cookies, I'm bad!
Cool J, Cool J,Cool J,Cool J, Cool J,Cool J
[Verse 4]
Never ever no never
Never wearin' no Levis, battle me why try?
I'll treat you like a stepchild so tell mommy "bye bye"
Slaughterin' MC's and I'mma never get whipped
When I retire I'll get worshipped like a old battleship
LL I'm bad, all the rappers know
When I enter the center they say, 'Yo, yo there he go!'
My paycheck's large Mr. Bogart in charge
Not a puncher or hunter from a raccoon lodge
The original Todd, teachin' how to be hard
Take the skin off a snake, and split a pea from a pod
You're a novice I'm noble and I decipher my tongue
Not Attila the Hun, nor Abdullah his son
My vocals exact, like rack and pinion in a Jag
You try to brag, you get your rhymes from a grab-bag
No good scavenger, catfish vulture
My tongue's a chisel and this composition's sculpture, I'm bad!
[Outro]
(Think I'm gonna need backup)
(Think I'm gonna need backup)
Gimme that walkie-talkie!
Yo this is LL Cool J
And you'll never catch me so don't even try it
Cause I'm too bad for ya, understand?!
Aaaaaahhhh... I'm bad!10 | Hip-HopRap | 13 | 6 | 1,987 | 91,260 |
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1,664 | Remember the Name | Fort Minor | [Intro: Mike Shinoda]
You ready? Let's go!
Yeah!
For those of you that wanna know what we're all about
It's like this, y'all, c'mon!
[Chorus: Mike Shinoda]
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name (Mike!)
[Chorus: Mike Shinoda]
He doesn't need his name up in lights
He just wants to be heard, whether it's the beat or the mic
He feels so unlike everybody else, alone
In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him
But fuck 'em, he knows the code, it's not about the salary
It's all about reality and making some noise
Making a story, making sure his clique stays up
That means when he puts it down, Tak's picking it up, let's go
[Verse 2: Tak]
Who the hell is he, anyway? He never really talks much
Never concerned with status but still leaving 'em star-struck
Humbled through opportunities given despite the fact
That many misjudge him 'cause he makes a living from writing raps
Put it together himself, now the picture connects
Never asking for someone's help (Help), or to get some respect ('Spect)
He's only focused on what he wrote, his will is beyond reach
And now it all unfolds to the skill of an artist
You might also like[Verse 3: Ryu]
This is twenty percent skill (Uh), eighty percent beer
Be a hundred percent clear, 'cause Ryu is ill (Next)
Who would've thought he'd be the one to set the west in flames
Then I heard him wreck it with The Crystal Method "Name of the Game" (Uh-huh)
Came back, dropped "Megadef," took 'em to church
I like "Bleach", man, Ryu had the stupidest verse (Ha-ha)
This dude is the truth, now, everybody giving him guest spots
His stock's through the roof, I heard he fucking with S. Dot
[Chorus: Mike Shinoda]
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name
[Verse 4: Ryu]
They call him Ryu the Sick, and he's spitting fire with Mike
Got him out the dryer, he's hot, found him in Fort Minor with Tak
What a fucking nihilist, porcupine, he's a prick, he's a cock
The type women wanna be with and rappers hope he gets shot
Eight years in the making, patiently waiting to blow
Now, the record with Shinoda's taking over the globe
He's got a partner in crime, his shit is equally dope
You won't believe the kind of shit that comes out of this kid's throat
[Verse 5: Tak]
Tak, he's not your everyday on the block
He knows how to work with what he's got, making his way to the top
He often gets a comment on his name, people keep asking him
"Was it given at birth or does it stand for an acronym?"
No, he's living proof (Proof), got him rocking the booth
He'll get you buzzing quicker than a shot of vodka with juice (Juice)
Him and his crew are known around as one of the best
Dedicated to what they do and give a hundred percent
[Verse 6: Mike Shinoda]
Forget Mike, nobody really knows how or why he works so hard
It seems like he's never got time
Because he writes every note and he writes every line
And I've seen him at work, when that light goes on in his mind
It's like a design is written in his head, every time
Before he even touches a key or speaks in a rhyme
And those motherfuckers he runs with, the kids that he signed?
Ridiculous, without even trying, how do they do it?
[Chorus: Mike Shinoda]
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name
[Outro: Mike Shinoda]
Yeah! Fort Minor, M. Shinoda, Styles of Beyond
Ryu, Takbir, Machine Shop!111 | Hip-HopRap | 4 | 10 | 2,005 | 837,679 |
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1,665 | Mike Tomlin (Black and Yellow Freestyle) | Wale | [Wale]
Black and Yellow bottles at my table, I’m ballin’
Black and yellow ladies at my section, I called ‘em
Black and yellow whip, black and yellow SS
Black and yellow everything nigga, Mike Tomlin
Look at my carnage, bitches be astonished
Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits
This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city Joe
But to get my city on, had to let me city go
Shout outs to my Philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low
Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that
Give it to these broads,Imake em soar back and all that
You don’t sleep on nothing but a comforter and skull cap
Me I never call em back, she said that y’all go together
She just let me beat and you an acapella kind fella
Black and Yellow
Yeah ain't that what the song say
What you calla lifetime, I just call a long day
[Wiz Khalifa]
Ah ha, you know what it is...
[Wale]
It’s no days off, you ain't doing shit
Shout outs to them Taylors and them Jets fool
It feel like Woodstock in a nigga dressing room
Looking at my opposition like bust and move
From where they take them old beats and turn em into news
You can end this verse premature
But I got skeptics and some fans that just be needing more
Louis V don’t see the store, going in there and leave it gone
Flyer than the rest of ‘em, I hold the beat to reinforce
I dont be in wars, so I dont need a fort
I just be in the cut, my nigga Neosporin
Some niggas slept on me but I dont see the snoring
Some niggas sayin’ bullsh-t but they don’t be important
They don’t want, my attention, I’m cool cousin
A lil liquor a lil rose for my lil young’n
A nigga suffer, ain't eating nothing they still bluffin
While I go hard and spit retarded like them little busses
I’m still buzzin’, chick is something like nigga fuck it
Y’all little niggas like lil busses with lil budgets
You lil niggas is silly you think my niggas budging
I think you niggas funny, I leave you niggas bludgeoned
Hold up...ok
Black and yellow j-force
Always wear a rubber so they never ever late for it
Than we celebrate when they on it
She can nip it in the bud and leave that bitches face warm, yuughck!
In my best Pusha imitation
Bitch I’ve been ballin’ all alone, like the gym is vacant
And I’ma need some more Patron I don’t want no chaser
I’m throwing hundreds at KOD, a little paper
And you’re girl working out, I let my niggas train her
You Tim Tebow ass niggas probably still gater
I chump chump pussy if it smell good to me
And I don’t do nothing to her but she do it to me
I’m trifling, damn right ignorant
Mic magnificant, you’re all simpletons
Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there
Baby I ain't liping, I just tend to keep my city there
On my back boy, holla back boy
Half a mill "Rap-Touring," Jarrett Jack boy
See Wale LiveGet tickets as low as $128You might also likeBlack and yellow, black and yellow, black and yellow
(repeated)
[Outro]
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1,667 | Black Republican | Nas | [Produced by L.E.S & Wyldfyer]
[Intro: Jay-Z (Nas) & Both]
I know you can feel the magic, baby
Turn the motherfuckin' lights down
Esco, whattup? (Whattup, homie?)
I mean, it's what you expected, ain't it? (Hahaha)
Let's go... uhh, uh, uhh, uh, uhh, uh
Turn the music up in the headphones
Uh, yeah, that's perfect (yeah, right, right)
Uhh, uh, you gotta take ya time, make a nigga wait on this muh'fucka (hahaha!)
Make niggas mad and shit like
Niggas usually just start rappin' after four bars, nigga, go in!
Just start dancin' in this muh'fucka
Yeah, (yeah) we just come outta nowhere
[Chorus: Jay-Z (Nas)]
I feel like a Black Republican, money I got comin' in
Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for them
Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in him (nah)
Probably end up back in the hood, like, "Fuck it then"
[Verse 1: Jay-Z (Nas)]
Huddlin' over the oven, we was like brothers then (what?)
Though you was nothin' other than a son of my mother's friend
We had covenant, who would've thought the love would end?
Like Ice Cold's album (uhh), all good things
Never thought we sing the same song that all hoods sang
Thought it was all wood-grain, all good brain
We wouldn't bicker like the other fools, talk good game
Never imagine all the disaster that one good reign, could bring
Should blame, the game, and I could
It's kill or be killed, how could I refrain?
And forever be in debt, and that's never a good thing
So the pressure for success can put a good strain
On a friend you call best, and yes it could bring
Out the worst in every person, even the good and sane
Although we rehearsed it, it just ain't the same
When you put in the game at age sixteen
Then you mix things: like cars, jewelry, and Miss Thing
Jealousy, ego, and pride, and this brings
It all to a head like a coin, cha-ching
The root of evil strikes again, this could sting
Now the team got beef between the Post and the Point
This puts the ring in jeopardy – indefinitely
You might also like[Chorus: Jay-Z & Nas]
I feel like a black republican, money I got comin' in
Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for them (uhh, uhh)
Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in him (nah)
Probably end up back in the hood, I'm like, "Fuck it then"
I feel like a black militant takin' over the government
Can't turn my back on the hood, too much love for them (nah)
Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in him
Probably end up back in the hood, I'm like, "Fuck it then"
[Verse 2: Nas (Jay-Z)]
I'm back in the hood, they like, "Hey Nas" (uh)
Blowin' on purp, reflectin' on they lives (uh)
Couple of fat cats, couple of A.I.'s
Dreamin' of fly shit instead of them gray skies
Gray 5s, hatah's wishin' our reign dies
Pitch, sling pies, and niggas they sing, "Why"? (uhh)
Guess they ain't strong enough to handle their jail time
Weak minds keep tryin', follow the street signs
I'm standing on the roof of my building
I'm feelin' the whirlwind of beef, I inhale it
Just like an acrobat ready to hurl myself, through the hoops of fire
Sippin' 80 proof, bulletproof under my attire
Could it be the forces of darkness
Against hood angels of good, that form street politics?
Makes a sweet honest kid, turn illegal for commerce (uhh)
To get his feet out of them Converse – that's my word
[Chorus: Jay-Z & Nas]
I feel like a black republican, money keep comin' in
Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for them (uhh, uhh)
Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in him (nah)
Probably end up back in the hood, ah, "Fuck it then"
I feel like a black militant takin' over the government
Can't turn my back on the hood, too much love for them
Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in him
Probably end up back in the hood, I'm like, "Fuck it then"19 | Hip-Hop | 19 | 12 | 2,006 | 114,608 |
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1,670 | I Got A Story To Tell | The Notorious B.I.G. | [Intro]
Who y'all talkin' to, man?
Ugh! Check it out, check it out
This here goes out to all the niggas that be fuckin' mad bitches
In other niggas' cribs
Thinkin' shit is sweet
Nigga creep up on yo' ass, hahaha!
Live niggas respect it
Check it
[Verse]
I kick flows for ya, kick down doors for ya
Even left all my motherfuckin' hoes for ya
Niggas think Frankie pussy-whipped
Nigga, picture that, with a Kodak, Insta-mat-tac
We don't get down like that, lay my game down quite flat
"Sweetness, where you parked at?"
Petiteness, but that ass fat
She got a body make a nigga wanna eat that — I'm fuckin' wit' you
The bitch official, though
Dick harder than a missile, yo
Try to hit it, if she trippin', disappearin' like Arsenio
Yo, the bitch push a double-O with the 5 in front
Probably a connivin' stunt
Y'all drive in front, I'ma peel with her, find a deal with her
She fuck around and steal, huh?!
Then we all get laced
Televisions, Versace heaven, when I'm up in 'em
The shit she kicked, all that shit's legit
She get dick from a player off the New York Knicks
Nigga trick ridiculous, the shit was plush
She's stressin' me to fuck, like she was in a rush
We fucked in his bed, quite dangerous
I'm in his ass while he playin' 'gainst the Utah Jazz
My 112 CD blast, I was past
She came twice, I came last, roll the grass
She giggle, sayin', "I'm smokin' on homegrown"
Then I heard a moan, "Honey, I'm home!"
Yup! Tote chrome for situations like this
I'm up in his broad, I know he won't like this
Now I'm like, "Bitch, you better talk to him
Before this fifth put a spark to him"
Fuck around, shit get dark to him, put a part through him
Lose a major part to him — arm, leg
She beggin' me to stop, but this cat gettin' closer
Gettin' hot like a toaster, I cock the toast, ugh!
Before my eyes could blink
She screams out, "Honey, bring me up somethin' to drink!"
He go back downstairs, more time to think
Her brain racin', she's tellin' me to stay patient
She don't know I'm cool as a fan
Gat in hand, I don't wanna blast her man
But I can and I will, though
I'm tryna chill, though
Even though situation lookin' kinda ill, yo
It came to me like a song I wrote
Told the bitch, "Gimme your scarf, pillowcase and rope"
Got dressed quick, tied the scarf around my face
Roped the bitch up, gagged her mouth with the pillowcase
Played the cut, nigga comin' off some Love Potion shit
Flash the heat on 'em, he stood emotionless
Dropped the glass, screamin', "Don't blast, here's the stash!
A hundred cash! Just don't shoot my ass, please!"
Nigga pullin' mad G's out the floor
Put stacks in a Prada knapsack, hit the door
Grab the keys to the 5, call my niggas on the cell
"Bring some weed, I got a story to tell"
Ugh, ugh!
You might also like[Outro]
"Yo, man, y'all niggas ain't gon' believe what the fuck happened to me
'Member that bitch I left the club with, man?"
"Yeah"
"Yo, stinky, yo, I'm up in this bitch crib
This bitch fuck with one of them ol' Knick-ass niggas and shit
I'm up in the spot, so, you know..."
"Who, God?"
"I don't know, I don't know which one of them niggas
One of them six-five niggas, I don't know"
"Yeah"
"Anyway, I'm up in the motherfuckin' spot
So, boom, I'm up in the pussy, whatever-whatever
I sparks up some lah, Pa Duke creeps up in on some..."
"Get the fuck out!"
"Must have been rained out or somethin', because he's in the spot"
"Get the fuck out of here! Oh, shit!"
"Had me scared, had me scared to death! I was shook, Daddy
But I forget I had my Roscoe on me"
"Ah, yeah, I know you had the heat!"
"Always"
"Hahahaha"
"You know how we do
So anyway, the nigga comes up the stairs, he creepin' up the steps
The bitch all shook
She sends the nigga back downstairs to get some drinks and shit"
"Ooh, shit!"
"She gettin' mad nervous, but I said, 'Fuck that, man! I'm the nigga!'"
"I know you was finna clap 'em"
Yeah, nigga, you know how we do it, nigga — ransom note-style
Put the scarf around my motherfuckin' face
"Aight!"
"Gagged that bitch up, and played the cizzut"
"Ahahaha!"
"Soon as this nigga comes up in the spot, I flash the Desert in his face
He drops the glass
Looked like the nigga pissed on his damn self or somethin
Word to my mother! Word to my mother, yo"
"Ah, shit!"
"This nigga runs dead to the floor
Peels up the carpet, start givin' me mad papers, mad papers, son"
"Oh, shit, what? Yo, I told you that bitch was a scheisty bitch, cuz!
Word to mother, I used to fuck with her cousin, but you ain't know that!"
"Hahaha"
"You ain't even know that shit! Really, though."
"I put all that motherfuckin' money up in the Prada knapsack, and, ugh!
Two words: 'I'm gone!'"
"Hahahaha! No doubt, no doubt... No doubt!"
"Y'all niggas got some lah? Y'all got some lah?"
"No doubt!"
[Produced by Buckwild and Chucky Thompson]43 | Hip-Hop | 25 | 3 | 1,997 | 430,261 |
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1,671 | Dip-Set Forever | Cam’ron | [Intro]
Let's do it!
Santana, Jim Jones, Killa, Freekey
How long we gon' have this shit on lock, man?
Yes sir, you gave me the right track Kanye
[Verse 1]
Listen, I been coppin' them P's and
Maybe that's part of the reason
I feel like a boxer: bobbin' and weavin'
But I'm gettin' head, she's bobbin' her weave and (yes sir)
I'm grabbin' her neck to stop her from breathin'
I'ma wild out until I part with my breathin'
Until I'm sparked up and leakin', part of the cement
I need somethin' pure, like from the Garden of Eden (why?)
Wouldn't mind makin' her part of my achievements (what happened)
'Cause when music discourage my pride (who was there?)
Zeek, the only one with courage to ride
The ride's so dirty inside, seems like we were playin' in mud
Hazin' it up, grams, gauge and a snub
Who ill? A check for two mil'
And a cheap case, defaced, blue steel, true skills
I got stories that my soul can sing
Flip water like Poland Spring and I'ma hold them things
[Break]
Forever
That's right y'all
Diplomats y'all, we here
Forever, yea-yeah
That's forever, man
You might also like[Verse 2]
Look, talk to 'em
Look, my fella said you been coppin' a lot
Latest caper? Propellers on top of the drop
But fuck it, who ever thought I would rock at the Roc? (Killa!)
Top a top on top of the top
But yo - nothing definite, I chop up the rocks
And I stop up the drop, Blocka Blocka the block
Hello mate, yellow tape, helicopter your spot
What you wanted is not what you got
And I pop up them cops
'Cause dog, it ain't about Cam (it ain't about me)
I got a son homeboy, it's about Cam (for that?)
It's about being 'bout It
If you're not, you're ass backwards
My mathematics cause cash matters (that's important)
Little niggas need to sit up and breathe
If the town too hot, get up and leave
Niggas always got a trick up their sleeve (always)
Nigga like me - I always got a brick up my sleeve
And that's for-e-ver, Killa!
[Break]
Forever
Jim Jones, Freekey, Santana, we here, we here
Forever, yea-yeah
I got it Guru (let's wrap it up man)
[Verse 3]
Shit, I was two blocks from coppin' dust
I used to hop the bus
Now look dog, ain't nobody hot as us
Girls, they gotta rush, shit, they gotta blush
Wanna go in the mall just to shop with us
To how they piss and, bitch, how they ran a mile
Fuck Killa Cam, they in love with Cameron Giles
Damn, I gotta smile, hundred grand, I demand it
Goddamn it, the boy the boy done done it, child
And that's forever, man
[Outro]
You hear it, uh huh
We here, I love y'all man
It's nothing boy
Dash, Hoffa, Young Guru
What's really good?
Holla at your boy
I might have this shit on lock man
Kanye, Harlem, Chicago, Columbus - holla
Chicago, you have your own Kanye West on the track
Harlem, you know who the fuck I am - Killa!
We just want you's to know Diplomats is here
We ain't going nowhere
Holla at the boy-boy, let's ride out man4 | Comics and Games | 7 | 12 | 2,004 | 16,084 |
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1,672 | Westside Story | The Game | [Intro: The Game]
Crip niggas, Blood niggas, eses, Asians
Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, white boys, Jamaicans
Latin Kings, Disciples, Vice Lords, Haitians
All these motherfuckers been patiently waitin'
[Verse 1: The Game]
Since the West Coast fell off, the streets been watching
The West Coast never fell off—I was 'sleep in Compton
Aftermath been here, the beats been knocking
Nate Dogg doin' his thing, DPG still poppin'
I got "California Love," fuckin' bitches to that 'Pac shit
And Westside Connection been had it locked, bitch
I'm in the rear-view, my guns is cockin'
I put red dots on a nigga' head like Rodman
All Stars, fat laces; gun charge, court cases
Fought that, not guilty, I'm back, niggas hate me
Been there, done that, sold crack, got jacked
Got shot, came back, jumped on Dre's back
Payback, homie, I'm bringing C.A. back
And I don't do button-up shirts or drive Maybachs,
All you old record labels tryna advance
Aftermath, bitch—take it like a muh'fuckin' man
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
If you take a look in my eyes
See I'll be a gangsta 'til I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game, tell 'em where you from (Nigga, Westside!)
If you take a look in my eyes
See I'll be a gangsta 'til I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell 'em where you from (Nigga, Westside!)
See The Game LiveGet tickets as low as $163You might also like[Verse 2: The Game]
I'm low-ridin', homie, six-trey Impala
Gold D's spinnin', chrome hydraulics
Run up on my lo-lo, you stop breathing
Hollow tips make niggas disappear like Houdini
Gangbangin' is real, homie—I'm living proof
Like Snoop Dogg C-walkin' on top of the Devil's roof
Rap critics wanna converse about this and that
'Cause red strings in his Converse, and this a Dre track
Keep gibberin' and jabbin', I pull the .38 Magnum
And get to clickin' and clackin'
Your homies wanna know what happened
Come to Compton, see Thriller like Mike Jackson
I might be Spike Lee of this gun-clappin'
Prior to rappin', I was drug traffickin'
In the dope spot, playing John Madden
Homie, I ain't braggin', I took five
You wanna die? Run up on that black 7-45
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
If you take a look in my eyes
See I'll be a gangsta 'til I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game, tell 'em where you from (Nigga, Westside!)
If you take a look in my eyes
See I'll be a gangsta 'til I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell 'em where you from (Nigga, Westside!)
[Verse 3: The Game]
New York, New York, big city of dreams
I got my L.A. Dodger fitted on, I'm doin' my thing
Got me fucking with G-Unit—you know the drama that bring
I got niggas in Westside Compton and Southside Queens
And Buck told me in Cashville I'm good when I come through
So I ain't gotta tuck-in my chain like DJ Pooh
I'm gangsta—more like Deebo when he was Zeus
Play Bishop, I paint that picture—now, who got the juice?
You niggas is Nutso—I'll take off your roof
Leave your ass stretched-out like a Cadillac coupe
God gotta let me in Heaven, all the shit I've been through
I was a O.G. in the hood before I turned twenty-two
Homie, I let the .38 special rip through that vest
And I don't contemplate whether or not he left his shit on the dresser
Got Compton on my back, I'm starting to feel the pressure
I'm lyrically Kool G. Rap on these Dre records
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
If you take a look in my eyes
See I'll be a gangsta 'til I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game, tell 'em where you from (Nigga, Westside!)
If you take a look in my eyes
See I'll be a gangsta 'til I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell 'em where you from (Nigga, Westside!)15 | Unknown | 7 | 9 | 2,004 | 161,920 |
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1,674 | Im Dat Nigga | B.o.B | [Intro] [ x2 ]
I'm that nigga X3
And I'm clean, that machine
Super cool, super mean
[Verse 1: T.I.]
You already know
I'm the hottest nigga you heard in a long time
Introducing you to the hottest nigga you've heard in a long time
Mega pimp, super clean, the coolest in the universe
Niggas hatin' on what he doin', just mad cause they ain't do it first
His name pop up when you hit "playa" on ya Google search
Bitches bow they heads and bend they knees, just like they do in church
Drop dough into a purse, before you get into a skirt
She agree to do the work, before she get into the purp
'Til my pine box drop down into the dirt
I'mma be by far the hottest nigga known to the earth
In the air I fly can't compare, my swagger to another rapper don't you dare try
Anyone wit a pair of eyes can look and see, no legacy, will ever be, next to me or nothin' near by
Though I invite you all to try, ay, I'mma a fair guy
Just approach with caution, be aware, cause I don't share my...throne
My crown I own, hottest flow on any song I'm on I'm gone nigga!
B.o.B you up next baby
Grand Hustle Niggaaaaa!
You might also likeIf I ain't the hottest nigga on the mutha fuckin universe, I guess I'll just have to do 'til he get here nigga!
[Verse 2: B.o.B]
Here I go
I'm that nigga that you heard about through word of mouth
They probably said I change the music in the dirty south
Now that the word is out
The timing is perfect now
To take all these hypocritical rumors and burn em down
If you observe the doubt you would see what they worried bout
They say I sound like Dre when I'm rapping my verses now
Honestly, I could give a fuck what you blurtin' out
Point blank,I'm in the game...rockin' my jersey now
So just accept me or don't pay me no mind
Either way you gonna be hearin' me all of the time
Whether on Greg street, or 107.9
Or on yo favorite rap blog, on yo rap website
And if that ain't right, then show me straight to the judge
Just like Bryan Nichols I ain't spittin', nothin' but slugs
Venomous blood in my veins
Chemicals up in my brain
Yes I resemble a criminal
B.o.Bizzle, you ain't fuckin' wit mane!
Ahhh!
[Outro: T.I.] + (B.o.B)
Okay, you got that (I'm gone, mayne
I kinda, I kinda feel like I got you, man)
Hehehe (I had to kinda show you up, man
I ain't really wanna make you look bad, really, honestly)
Ay, man, aye man that laughing, that laugh is natural
Because I'm literally amused by your sentiment
I mean if you really feel that, know what I'm sayin
That the likes of the second verse can even
Slightly compare with the immaculate (Hahaha)
Then I must take a chuckle...Hahaha
You know what I'm saying, but never no mind
(We can have em blog about it)
Absolutely, man, I'll let you guys be the judge
(You know you gonna do it anyway, fuck it)
B.o.B or T.I.P. Know what I'm saying, you be the judge, dog
(Which could be the better acronym for the song)
But you know what either way it's Grand Hustle!
Hahahaha (Ah-haha)
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1,675 | Start It Up | Lloyd Banks | [Intro: Kanye West, Lloyd Banks, Swizz Beatz & (Fabolous)]
Heh! What you gon do?
It’s G.O.O.D. Music and G-Unit
Yeah!
Ugh
Vroom! Vroom! (Banks!)
Vroom-vr-vroom! (Loso)
Vroom-vr-vroom!
Ladies and gentlemen!
[Chorus: Swizz Beatz & Swizz Beatz & Ryan Leslie]
You know they mad 'cause, 'cause, 'cause I’m hoodrich
You never ever ever seen a nigga good, trick
You want a problem?
Start it up (Vroom vroom)
Start it up (Vroom vroom)
Start it up (Vroom vroom)
Wait a minute!
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Big blue, hot and sandy shoe, cotton candy coupe
Hard knock, orphan Annie loop, off the stoop, ugh!
Play with me, see what the swammy do, my canary shoe
High beams pointed right at you, peek-a-boo, ugh!
Benji paper made me hater-proof. al your family dues
'Nage a trois, purple haze and goose, got me loose, ugh!
Kick my way in and now I got the juice, Gucci bubblegoose
Thousand kicks, couple hundred boots, getting fucking loot
My top down, I’m flashing on 'em
I’m passing all 'em, pull over and hit the hazards on 'em (Yeah)
The ratchets on ‘em, pay my dues, now, it’s back to ballin'
Your raps are boring dead men, I dip the casket for 'em (Ugh!)
I’m back performing, I bag 'em
Break their back, don’t call em (Yeah)
Look down on em like Dikembe, Patrick, Mourning (Yeah)
Cash is pourin’, stunts stormin, got these bitches soaked
Camera phones capture everything that pictures don't (Right!)
You might also like[Chorus: Swizz Beatz, Ryan Leslie & Swizz Beatz & Ryan Leslie]
You know they mad 'cause, 'cause, 'cause I’m hoodrich (Oh!)
You never ever ever seen a nigga good, trick (Uh-uh!)
You want a problem?
Start it up (Vroom vroom)
Start it up (Vroom vroom)
Start it up (Vroom vroom)
Start it up!
You know they mad 'cause, 'cause, 'cause I’m hoodrich
You never ever ever seen a nigga good, trick (Uh-uh!)
You want a problem?
Start it up (Vroom vroom)
Start it up (Vroom vroom)
Start it up (Vroom vroom)
Wait a minute! (Start it up!)
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
We keep these G’s in an alloy safe
And stash the weed in an Altoid case
They say good things come to those who wait
So I'ma be at least about a hour late
I'm so fresh, bitch, I should be arrested
New Cody ChesnuTT with my nuts on your chest bitch
She said, 'Hey Ye,' I said 'Yes, biiiitch'
'Damn, I'm only asking you a question'
I met this MILF at the All-Star, getting action
A cougar with more rings than Phil Jackson
Told her beauty is why God invented eyeballs
And her booty is why God invented my balls
I’m a rockstar, huh! Start it up
Start it up, huh! Start it up
So popular you should get a shot of us
Niggas don't take shots at us; that is only obvious
The first album I vomited, the second I colonic’d it
Ain't nobody fucking with me, I Platonic'd it
Bet I got some slippers on, bet niggas gon' honor it
These ain't even real clothes, homie, I'm pajama-rich
Banks told me, "Homie, go'n, switch the style up"
These bitches on me homie only to arouse us
Told her, I ain't paying tonight, I’m only browsing
She pulled her blouse up, said, 'It's free,' I said, 'Wowzers!'
Wowzers! Yeah
[Chorus: Swizz Beatz, Ryan Leslie & Swizz Beatz & Ryan Leslie]
You know they mad 'cause, 'cause, 'cause I’m hoodrich (Oh!)
You never ever ever seen a nigga good, trick (Uh-uh!)
You want a problem?
Start it up (Vroom vroom)
Start it up (Vroom vroom)
Start it up (Vroom vroom)
Start it up!
You know they mad 'cause, 'cause, 'cause I’m hoodrich
You never ever ever seen a nigga good, trick (Uh-uh!)
You want a problem?
Start it up (Vroom vroom)
Start it up (Vroom vroom)
Start it up (Vroom vroom)
Wait a minute! (Ooh!)
[Bridge: Swizz Beatz, Kanye West & Swizz Beatz & Kanye West]
Ninja! (Ninja!) Kawasaki! (Kawasaki!)
Ducati! (Ducati!) My old Harley (My old Harley!)
Rock the party! (Rock the party)
Move your body! (Move your body)
Wassup? (Wassup?) Everybody! (Everybody!)
[Refrain: Swizz Beatz, Ryan Leslie & Swizz Beatz & Ryan Leslie]
Start it up (Vroom vroom)
Start it up (Vroom vroom)
Start it up (Vroom vroom)
Start it up!
Let's get it started, get it started
Get it started, yeah, yeah
Ladies and gentlemen!
[Verse 3: Fabolous]
Plenty hate, they be taking shots, never penetrate
Money generated, if we ain't in the house, renovate
Tryna eat, we ain't finna wait, where’s the dinner plates?
B-M-W, 10 to 8, Interstate
95, passenger, baddest bitch in the states
Half Spanish, half Trini-dae, complexion Henny straight
Y’all ain't got your business straight, track star, finna state
Time is money and I can’t afford to be a minute late (Nice!)
It’s time to make a movie, let the haters watch
Diamonds spinning round the bezel; that's tornado watch
My independent chick, I like my ladies Koch
She got an appetite for dick, I guess her plate's my crotch
Y'all soft as tater-tot, lil niggas, try me not
Under the wings, fried rice at the Chinese spot
I hear ‘em talking it but ain't really living it
Opinions are like assholes, so who gives a shit?
[Chorus: Swizz Beatz, Ryan Leslie & Swizz Beatz & Ryan Leslie]
You know they mad 'cause, 'cause, 'cause I’m hoodrich (Oh!)
You never ever ever seen a nigga good, trick (Uh-uh!)
You want a problem?
Start it up (Vroom vroom)
Start it up (Vroom vroom)
Start it up (Vroom vroom)
Start it up!
You know they mad 'cause, 'cause, 'cause I’m hoodrich
You never ever ever seen a nigga good, trick (Uh-uh!)
You want a problem?
Start it up (Vroom vroom)
Start it up (Vroom vroom)
Start it up (Vroom vroom)
Wait a minute!10 | Hip-HopRap | 2 | 11 | 2,010 | 142,480 |
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1,676 | We’re All in the Same Gang | The West Coast Rap All Stars | [Intro]
Gun is Cocked and Fired
I'm King News and I come to you with the truth
The mean streets took six more lives overnight
All the result of gang-bang stupidity
By the way, you gangsters should know
One of your victims was a three-year-old girl
Well, you gang members, you still don't get it, do ya?
(With your bad self)
[Verse 1: King Tee]
It's straight up madness everywhere I look
Used to be a straight A student, now he's a crook
Robbing people just to smoke or shoot up
Used to have a crew cut, now he's a pooh-butt
Dropped out of school and he joins the neighborhood gang
Hanging on the streets selling 'caine
To his own people
Now when I say people I mean color
You a stupid mother-
I'm trying to stress the fact that you're dumb
Get yourself presentable, son, and just come
Together, you better, cause pretty soon it's gonna be too late
A message from King Tee The Great
You might also like[Verse 2: Body & Soul]
Sisters, since we are the mothers of this earth
It's time we start being good mothers from the birth
Of our children, no time for sleeping
Teach them to fight and win for the right reason
It's your time, it's your life, live it
Proud to be black, young and gifted
Lifted by the knowledge and taking the right route
Gang violence needs to be wiped out
A-L-M-I-G-H-Ty and E-Z-I-R-E
We see the F-U-T-U-R-E
Should be a positive thing
Body & Soul and you, we're in the same gang
[Verse 3: Def Jef]
One and the same
Everyone came in the same chains
Caught with the same aim
Brain games and names changed
To protect the innocent by-stander
Lies, slander and the master-planner
Destroy the black male
Crack jail and semi-automatic
For static if the crack fails
So since we all talk the same slang
Stop killin, my brother, cause we're all from the same gang
[Chorus: Michel'le]
Don't you know we've got to put our heads together?
Make the change cause we're all in the same gang
[Verse 4: Tone-Loc]
Now as a youth I used to get my bang on
And on the ave get my part-time slang on
Doing time for me was no joke though
They knew I was crazy, so they labelled me Loco
Khakis creased, golf hat, feelin sporty
Low ridin and tossin up a forty
Thinkin in my mind that no one could handle us
The downest brothers ever touched Los Angeles
I found life was much more suitable
Cause I'm the brother that makes black so beautiful
I ain't slippin or down with a head trip
I'm talkin to all the Bloods and all the Crips
Throw down your rag and get on the right track, man
It's time to fight, unite and be a black man
Tone-Loc is on a positive change
Cause remember, we're all in the same gang
[Verse 5: Above The Law]
Bein' the pimps that we are
We're here to speak on a situation that has gone too far
Here at home in the ghettos of LA
Where a young black brother's not promised to see the next day
Cause we used to clock on the streets before we made beats
But fools just lay and prey on the weak
It don't depend on the color of a rag
Cause if you got what they want you know they gonna take what you have
Cause violence don't only revolve from drugs and thugs
And gangs that bang
Most times it's a political thang
Yeah, a couple of spots'll get popped
And if the government wanted to freeze it it could all get stopped
But they don't because they want it like that
Because the system been set up to hold us back
Yeah, Above The Law means that we can do whatever
So why don't we stick together?
(You got it)
[Verse 6: Ice-T; Hen-G]
Ice-T rippin the microphone the way I do
Listen close, my brothers, cause I'm talkin to you
The problem is we got a suicidal lifestyle
Cause 90 percent of us are livin foul and wild
I say "job", you say "bad joke
I'd rather jack another brother, watch the gun smoke"
Livin in the fast lane flippin like you're insane
You won't stop until your blood runs down the street drain
I got an idea, give me a minute
And if it makes sense, then get with it
What if we could take our enemies, feed em poison
Undereducate their girls and boys and
Split em up, make em fight one another
Better yet, make em kill for a color
All my brothers need to know one thing
No matter what you think, we're all in the same gang
[Chorus]
Don't you know we've got to put our heads together?
Stop the fighting
(Make the change)
Because we're all in the same gang
[Verse 7: Dr. Dre and MC Ren]
Yo, we're not here to preach because we're not ministers
We're telling like it is cause Ren and Dre is like sinister
Reality speaks for itself when it's spoken
A basehead cluck can't blame nobody for smoking
Yo, bullets flying, mothers crying, brothers dying
Lying in the streets, that's why we're trying
To stop it from falling apart and going to waste
And keeping a smile off of white face
N.W.A never preaching, just teaching
The knowledge of the streets to each and
All that don't understand, that's why we came
To let you know that we're all in the same gang
[Verse 8: JJ Fad]
The J double, F, the a, the d, that is
And if you want the solution to the quiz
What's black and black, yo, and kills another?
An ignorant sucker that isn't labelled as a brother
But another
So now it's time we evolve
And get together and solve it
Cause the world is revolvin
Around a terrible situation
One will kill another for a reputation
So it's time we stop and realize that we're all the same
Yo Train, tell em (We're all in the same gang)
[Verse 9: Young MC]
Brothers killin' other brothers
I thought the idea was to love one another?
Open up the paper to one more death
If y'all keep this up then there'll be no one left
I try my best to set an example
over hip-hop samples
Not just a brag or to boast but to inform
Cause we're livin in the calm before the storm
You see, I believe that the children are the future
But what's it all about if in the future they shoot ya?
We're all human beings, if we're cut we'll bleed
And I want to see all young people succeed
Do 9 to 5, not 5 to 10
Just go to work and not the state pen
Cause you live better when you're out there free
And that's comin straight to ya from the Young MC
[Verse 10: Digital Underground]
I'm in a rage
Oh yeah? Yo, why is that G?
Other races, they say we act like rats in a cage
I tried to argue, but check it, every night in the news
We prove them suckers right and I got the blues
America
Get busy, Humpty
The red, the white, the blue and
The blue and the red
For Crips and Bloods
The white for who's got you doin
Time bustin caps on one another
The Underground's down for peace among brothers
Kill a black man?
What?
Yo, what are you retarded?
Tell em, Hump
Yo, do you work for the Klan?
Do what ya like
Unless you like gangbangin
Let's see how many brothers leave us hangin
[Verse 11: Oaktown's 3.5.7.]
The gang that should hang is the one that contains
The sisters and the brothers who are all in the same frame of mind
Now listen, get loose, it's unity time
Yeah, yeah
Peace is a presence that we all need
The future's in our hands, in word and deed
I'm Terrible T and I'm Sweet LD
We're 3.5.7. totally
[Verse 12: MC Hammer]
Kickin on the ave 'bout a quarter to 9
All the homies gettin blind in an eight ball line
Now on this tip they started runnin at the lip
Jumped in their deuce and took a little trip
Hit the block about 12 on the tick
The windows went down and the nines went click
People started yellin, bodies started bailin
Bullets cold flyin sendin some to hell and
It's gotta stop, we don't need all the violence
Peace in the hood and a moment of silence
We got together not for ego or fame
We got involved cause we're all in the same gang
[Verse 13: Eazy-E]
Last but not least, yo, Eazy's no sell-out
And if you can't hang in the streets, then get the hell out
I'm not tryin to tell ya what to do
You have your own freedom of choice who to listen to
You knew good from bad, fair from foul, right from wrong
Now your mother's singing that sad song
(My baby ain't never hurt nobody!)
But he still got smoked at BeBe's party
But you're not the first or the last
You're nothin but a short story from the past
You're dead now, not number one but a zero
Take notes from Eazy-E, the violent hero
[Chorus]
Don't you know we've got to put our heads together?
Don't you know we've got to put our heads together?3 | Unknown | 14 | 8 | 1,990 | 56,336 |
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1,677 | The Show Goes On | Lupe Fiasco | [Intro: Lupe Fiasco]
LA-SER
Yeah, yeah
Kane is in the building, nigga
Yeah
[Chorus: JR Get Money]
Alright, already, the show goes on
All night, 'til the morning we dream so long
Anybody ever wonder, when they would see the sun up
Just remember when you come up, the show goes on
Alright, already, the show goes on
All night, 'til the morning we dream so long
Anybody ever wonder, when they would see the sun up
Just remember when you come up, the show goes on
[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Have you ever had the feelin' that you was bein' had?
Don't that shit there make you mad? They treat you like a slave
Put chains all on your soul and put whips up on your back
They be lyin' through they teeth, hope you slip up off your path
I don't switch up, I just laugh (Ha ha) put my kicks up on they desk
Unaffected by they threats, then get busy on they ass
See that's how that Chi-Town made me
That's how my daddy raised me
That glitterin' may not be gold, don't let nobody play me
If you are my homeboy, you never have to pay me
Gon' and put your hands up, when times is hard, you stand up
L-U-P the man, 'cause the brand that the fans trust
So even if they ban us, they'll never slow my plans up
You might also like[Chorus: JR Get Money]
Alright, already, the show goes on
All night, 'til the morning we dream so long
Anybody ever wonder, when they would see the sun up
Just remember when you come up, the show goes on
Alright, already, the show goes on
All night, 'til the morning we dream so long
Anybody ever wonder, when they would see the sun up
Just remember when you come up, the show goes on
[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
One in the air for the people ain't here
Two in the air for the father that's there
Three in the air for the kids in the ghetto
Four for the kids that don't wanna be there
None for the niggas tryna hold them back
Five in the air for the teachers not scared
To tell those kids that's livin' in the ghetto
That the niggas holdin' back that the world is theirs
Yeah, yeah, the world is yours, I was once that little boy
Terrified of the world, now I'm on a world tour
I would give up everything, even start a world war
For these ghetto girls and boys I'm rappin' round the world for
Africa to New York, Haiti then I detour
Oakland out to Auckland, Gaza Strip to Detroit
Say hip-hop only destroy, tell 'em look at me, boy
I hope your son don't have a gun and never be a d-boy
[Chorus: JR Get Money]
Alright, already, the show goes on
All night, 'til the morning we dream so long
Anybody ever wonder, when they would see the sun up
Just remember when you come up, the show goes on
Alright, already, the show goes on
All night, 'til the morning we dream so long
Anybody ever wonder, when they would see the sun up
Just remember when you come up, the show goes on
[Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco]
So no matter what you been through, no matter what you into
No matter what you see when you look outside your window
Brown grass or green grass, picket fence or barbed wire
Never ever put them down, you just lift your arms higher
Raise 'em 'til your arms tired, let 'em know you here
That you strugglin', survivin', that you gon' persevere
Yeah, ain't nobody leavin', nobody goin' home
Even if they turn the lights out, the show is goin' on, alright
[Chorus: JR Get Money]
Alright, already, the show goes on
All night, 'til the morning we dream so long
Anybody ever wonder, when they would see the sun up
Just remember when you come up, the show goes on
Alright, already, the show goes on
All night, 'til the morning we dream so long
Anybody ever wonder, when they would see the sun up
Just remember when you come up, the show goes on76 | Hip-HopRap | 26 | 10 | 2,010 | 298,913 |
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1,678 | We Can Do It Now | Lupe Fiasco | [Jennifer Hudson]
Guess I gotta forget all about this issue
And try to live my life just like it is
Whooa
But I want everybody to remember me (everybody)
I will come back 10 years ago (well, hey)
Said I want everybody to remember me
When I go back 10 years and years ago
When I get my second chance
[Lupe Fiasco]
When I get my second chance I’m gon' redeem myself
When I bring myself, me and my team my help
Ain't no “I” in that but I’m in that so I am packed
Like there's ten of me inside of that
Ain't one man army, one man army I am that
Bring it back like a typer-writer, writing that
I attack like a lightning strike with a lions wrath
With a vipers bite come alive with that
Put your life on that
Like everything I do though
All my old wounds have all healed but they still feel like they new though
And everytime I see ‘em I start to think of you yo
First I wasn’t focused, wasn’t willing and my goon’s
So performance was just lackin at those moments that were crucial
Now my heart is razor sharp and confidence is MUCHO
Big, things I can’t forgive, things I can't forget
Things I can’t relive, the agony is asking me, defeat is sweet to sin
But I put that on my city we will never meet again
You might also like[Hook]
Never miss the city of the wind that I’m in
City of the wind that I’m in
We can do it now
We can do it now
We can do it now
We can do it we can do we can do it now
Second chance, second win, do it again
Yeah eah, eeeeah
Yeah we do it again
We can do it now
Lets do it again
We can do it now
Do it now
[Common]
The rise of the phoenix, sweat falls
Time has its meaning, I evolve
Hit the ground and bounce back up, just like B-Ball
Muhammad Ali jaw, I knew that I would be all
Far from where I came from, the same place that pain's from
My name hung, from the rafters before an aftermath of a master
Wishing I could have the moment to grab the trophy and glass of champagne
My locker rooms a cold place, LA got no gates
You mighta seen this man cry, that was just my old face
My soul waits redemption and intervention from a higher dimension
Inspire mission, no more hoping or wishing, conditions’ll change
Stickers say Barack on the range
I’m from the Chi’ too, now I’m Barack in the game
Came back and overcame, overstood the rain
More than just the fame, married to the game
Now I hold the reign
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1,682 | Paper’d Up | Snoop Dogg | "He's a sweet, soul, brother!"
{*beat from the remix of "Paid in Full" plays in the background*}
[Snoop] Money, money, money, money!
[Snoop] Money, money, money, money!
"You make me feel so goooood!"
[Snoop] Money, money, money, money!
[Snoop] Money, money, money, money!
[Snoop] Money, money, money, money!
[Snoop] Money, money, money, money!
[Hook: Mr. Kane]
In the world of change, here I am
Tryin to have some thangs
So what you need is some game, to get your money man
Ohh baby, in the world of paper, paper
[Snoop Dogg]
Thinkin of a master plan
Cause ain't nuttin but sweat inside my hand
So I dig into my pockets, all my money is spent
So I dig deeper, but still comin up with lint
So I, start my mission, leave my residence
Thinkin how can I get some dead presidents
I need money, I used to see a stick-up kid
So I think of all the devious things I did
I used to roll up, this is a hold up, ain't nuttin funny
Stop smilin, cause still don't nuttin move but the money
Cause now I've learned to earn cause I'm righteous
I feel great, so maybe I might just
Search fo' a 9 to 5, if I strive
Then maybe I'll stay alive
So I walk up the street, whistlin this
Feelin out of place cause man do I miss
A pen and a paper, a stereo, a tape of
Me and Warren G, and a big fat plate of
Chicken wings, cause that's my favorite thang
But without no money man that shit's a dream
Cause I don't like to dream about gettin paid
So I dig into the books of the rhymes that I've made
Soon as I bust 'em see if I got pull
I hit the DoggHouse, cause I'm paid in full {*echoes*}
See Snoop Dogg LiveGet tickets as low as $15You might also like[Hook]
{*beat from the remix of "Paid in Full" plays in the background*}
[Snoop] Money, money, money, money!
[Snoop] Money, money, money, money!
[Snoop] Money, money, money!
[Mr. Kane: repeat 2X w/ ad libs]
W-w-w-w-w-well
W-w-w-w-w-welllll
Ohhhh baby
W-w-w-w-w-well
W-w-w-w-wellll, ohh baby
Ohhhh baby1 | Hip-HopRap | 26 | 11 | 2,002 | 7,086 |
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1,683 | What Up Gangsta | 50 Cent | [Intro]
G-Unit (Buck), we in here (Buck)
We could get the drama poppin', we don't care (Buck, buck, buck)
It's going down (Buck), 'cause I'm around (Buck)
50 Cent, you know how I gets down (Down)
[Chorus]
What up, blood? (What?), what up, cuz? (What?)
What up, blood? (What?), what up, gangsta?
What up, blood? (What?), what up, cuz? (What?)
What up, blood? (What?) ,what up, gangsta?
[Verse 1]
They say I walk around like I got a S on my chest
Nah, that's a semi-auto and a vest on my chest
I try not to say nothin' the DA might wanna play in court
But I'll hunt a duck nigga down like it's a sport
Front on me, I'll cut you, gun-butt you or buck you
You gettin' money, I can't get none with ya, then fuck ya
I'm not the type to get knocked for DWI
I'm the type that'll kill your connect when the coke price rise
Gangstas, they bump my shit, them, they know me
I grew up around some niggas that's not my homies
Hundred Gs, I stash it (What?), the MAC, I blast it (Yeah)
Ds come, we dump the diesel in battery acid
This flow's been mastered, the ice, I flash it
Jux me, I'll have your mama picking out your casket, bastard
I'm on the next level, Breitling baguette bezel
Benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle
See 50 Cent LiveGet tickets as low as $15You might also like[Chorus]
Blood (What?), what up, cuz? (What?)
What up, blood? (What?), what up, gangsta?
What up, blood? (What?), what up, cuz? (What?)
What up, blood? (What?), what up, gangsta?
[Bridge]
We don't play that, we don't play that
We don't play that (G-Unit), we don't play around
[Verse 2]
I sit back, twist the best bud, burn and wonder
When gangstas bump my shit, can they hear my hunger?
When the fifth kick, duck quick, it sound like thunder
In December, I'll make your block feel like summer
The rap critics say I can rhyme, the fiends say my dope is a nine
Every chick I fuck with is a dime
I'm like Patti LaBelle, homie, I'm on my own
Where I lay my hat's my home, I'm a rolling stone
Cross my path, I'll crush ya, thinking I won't touch ya
I'll have your ass using a wheelchair, cane, or crutches
Industry hoes fuck us, in the hood, they love us
Stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new Chukkas
[Chorus]
What up, blood? (What?), what up, cuz? (What?)
What up, blood? (What?), what up, gangsta?
What up, blood? (What?), what up, cuz? (What?)
What up, blood? (What?), what up, gangsta?
[Outro]
We don't play that, we don't play that
We don't play that (G-Unit), we don't play around
We don't play that, we don't play that
We don't play that (G-Unit), we don't play around
We don't play that, we don't play that
We don't play that (G-Unit), we don't play around
We don't play that, we don't play that
We don't play that (G-Unit), we don't play around20 | Hip-HopRap | 6 | 2 | 2,003 | 234,954 |
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1,684 | Many Men (Wish Death) | 50 Cent | [Skit: 50 Cent & Lloyd Banks]
Damn, you gotta go get somethin' to eat, man
I'm hungrier than a motherfucker, man
Ayo, man
Damn, what's takin' homie so long, son?
50, calm down, man, he coming
Ah! (Oh, what the fuck?)
Ah, son, pull off, pull off!
[Intro: 50 Cent]
Many men wish death upon me
Blood in my eye, dawg, and I can't see
I'm tryin' to be what I'm destined to be
And niggas tryin' to take my life away (C'mon)
I put a hole in a nigga for fuckin' with me
My back on the wall, now you gon' see
Better watch how you talk when you talk about me
'Cause I'll come and take your life away
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death 'pon me
Lord, I don't cry no more
Don't look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
See 50 Cent LiveGet tickets as low as $15You might also like[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Now man, these pussy niggas puttin' money on my head
Go on and get your refund, motherfucker, I ain't dead
I'm the diamond in the dirt that ain't been found
I'm the underground king and I ain't been crowned
When I rhyme, somethin' special happened every time
I'm the greatest, somethin' like Ali in his prime
I walk the block with the bundles, I've been knocked on the humble
Swing the ox when I rumble, show your ass what my gun do
Got a temper, nigga, go 'head, lose your head
Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs
I walk around, gun on my waist, chip on my shoulder
'Til I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death 'pon me
Lord, I don't cry no more
Don't look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on my soul
Somewhere my heart turned cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death 'pon me
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Sunny days wouldn't be special if it wasn't for rain
Joy wouldn't feel so good if it wasn't for pain
Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard
It'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred
This is for my niggas on the block twistin' trees in cigars
For the niggas on lock doin' life behind bars
I don't say "only God can judge me," 'cause I see things clear
Crooked-ass crackers will give my black-ass a hundred years
I'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don
Like Malcolm by any means with my gun in my palm
Slim switched sides on me, let niggas ride on me
I thought we was cool, why you want me to die, homie? (Homie)
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death 'pon me
Lord, I don't cry no more
Don't look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on my soul
Somewhere my heart turned cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death 'pon me
[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
Every night I talk to God, but he don't say nothin' back
I know he protectin' me, but I still stay with my gat
In my nightmares, niggas keep pullin' TECs on me
Psychic says some bitch done put a hex on me
The feds didn't know much when Pac got shot
I got a kite from the pens that told me Tut got knocked
I ain't gon' spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time
Are you illiterate, nigga? You can't read between the lines?
In the Bible, it says what goes around, comes around
Hommo shot me, three weeks later he got shot down
Now it's clear that I'm here for a real reason
'Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't fuckin' breathin'
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death 'pon me
Lord, I don't cry no more
Don't look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on my soul
Somewhere my heart turned cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death 'pon me132 | Hip-HopRap | 6 | 5 | 2,003 | 1,538,033 |
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1,685 | High All The Time | 50 Cent | [Intro]
Hey, you wanna hit this shit?
It's that green tongue, Cali bud
[Chorus]
I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris'
Tanqueray or Alizé, I don't need shit
Nigga, I'm high all the time (I smoke that good shit)
I stay high all the time (Man, I'm on some hood shit)
Give me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate
Give me a dutch and a lighter, I'll spark shit
And stay high all the time (I smoke that good shit)
I'm high all the time (Man, I'm on some hood shit)
[Verse 1]
Every time I roll up, niggas holler, "Roll up"
Then I tell 'em hold up, you ain't getting money
You ain't smoking in my Benzo, twenty inch Lorenzos
Smoking on indo, high as a motherfucker
I be on them backstreets, niggas know I clap heat
Only if you got beef, man, you better holler at me
Niggas get locked up, stabbed up, shot up
Every time I pop up, a lot going on in my hood
I shoot the dice, I holler get 'em, girls, daddy need new shoes
Daddy need Pirellis to look mean on 22's (Yeah)
Stash box, Xbox, laptop, fax machine, phone
Bulletproof this bitch and I'm gone
2003 Suburban swerving, too many sips of Henny (Yeah)
The D's sick, they searched the whip and they can't find the semis (Woo)
They was just harassing me 'cause they know who I was
Spent the night in Central Booking for smoking some bud
See 50 Cent LiveGet tickets as low as $15You might also like[Chorus]
I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris'
Tanqueray or Alizé, I don't need shit
Nigga, I'm high all the time (I smoke that good shit)
I stay high all the time (Man, I'm on some hood shit)
Give me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate
Give me a dutch and a lighter, I'll spark shit
And stay high all the time (I smoke that good shit)
I'm high all the time (Man, I'm on some hood shit)
[Bridge]
Now if you heard I done started some shit
It ain't because I be high (I be high, I be high)
And if you heard I done let off a clip
It ain't because I be high (I be high, I be high)
But I twist that lye, lye-lye-lye
[Verse 2]
I get high as I wanna, nigga
Go against me, for sure, you's a goner, nigga
I don't smoke to calm my nerves, but I got beef
Finna crush my enemies like I crush the hashish
If you love me, tell me you love me, don't stare at me, man
I'd hate to be in the pen for clapping one of my fans
Now let me show you how to greet me
When you meet me, when you see me
If you real, my nigga, you know how to holler, "G-Unit"
There's no competition, it's just me
50 Cent, motherfucker, I'm hot on these streets
If David could go against Goliath with a stone
I could go at Nas and Jigga both for the throne
[Chorus]
I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris'
Tanqueray or Alizé, I don't need shit
Nigga, I'm high all the time (I smoke that good shit)
I stay high all the time (Man, I'm on some hood shit)
Give me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate
Give me a dutch and a lighter, I'll spark shit
And stay high all the time (I smoke that good shit)
I'm high all the time (Man, I'm on some hood shit)
[Verse 3]
Now, who you know besides me who write lines and squeeze nines
And have hoes in the hood sniffing on white lines?
You don't want me to be your kid's role model
I'll teach 'em how to buck them .380s and load up them hollows
Have shorty fresh off the stoop, ready to shoot
Big blunt in his mouth, deuce-deuce in his boot
Sit in the crib sipping Guinness watching Menace, then oh Lord
Have a young nigga bucking shit like he O-Dog (Woo)
My team, they depend on me when it's crunch time
I eat a nigga food in broad day like it's lunchtime
You feeling brave, nigga? Go 'head, get gully
See if I won't leave your brains leaking up out your skully
I done made myself hot, so ain't shit you can tell me
Now niggas calling me to feature, man, fuck your money
I ain't hurting, I'm aight, nigga, I'm doing good
I ain't got to write rhymes, I got bricks in the hood
[Chorus]
I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris'
Tanqueray or Alizé, I don't need shit
Nigga, I'm high all the time (I smoke that good shit)
I stay high all the time (Man, I'm on some hood shit)
Give me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate
Give me a dutch and a lighter, I'll spark shit
And stay high all the time (I smoke that good shit)
I'm high all the time (Man, I'm on some hood shit)
[Outro]
G-Unit, are you ready?
G-Unit, are you ready?
G-Unit, are you ready?
Nigga, ready or not, here I come, come, come22 | Hip-HopRap | 6 | 2 | 2,003 | 215,705 |
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1,687 | Mr. Rager | Kid Cudi | [Video Intro]
Inhale and I want you to exhale
And I want you to follow your breath
10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1...
[Intro]
I'm off on a adventure (We're good)
(This here is dedicated to all of the kids like me)
I'm on my way to heaven (Wherever you are, now)
(We're good)
[Verse 1]
Birds sing, flying around
You never see them too long on the ground
You want to be one of them (Yeah)
You want to be one of them (Yeah)
You might hear the birds singing, flying around
You never see them too long on the ground
You want to be one of them (Yeah)
You want to be one of them (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Woah now, hey
Mr. Rager, Mr. Rager
Tell me where you're going, tell us where you're headed
(I'm off on a adventure) Mr. Rager
Tell me some of your stories, tell us of your travels
Hey, Mr. Rager, Mr. Rager
Tell me where you're going, tell us where you're headed
(I'm on my way to heaven) Mr. Rager
Can we tag along? Can we take the journey?
See Kid Cudi LiveGet tickets as low as $103You might also like[Verse 2]
Knocked down, round for round
You're feeling like you're shot down on the ground
When will the fantasy end? (Yeah)
When will the heaven begin? (Yeah)
You might be knocked down, round for round
You're feeling like you're shot down on the ground
When will the fantasy end?
When will the heaven begin? (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Woah now, hey
Mr. Rager, Mr. Rager
Tell me where you're going, tell us where you're headed
(I'm off on a adventure) Mr. Rager
Tell us some of your stories, tell us of your travels
Hey, Mr. Rager, Mr. Rager
Tell me where you're going, tell us where you're headed
(I'm on my way to heaven) Mr. Rager
Can we tag along? Can we take the journey?
[Break]
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
[Chorus]
Hey, Mr. Rager, Mr. Rager
Tell me where you're going, tell me where you're headed
(I'm off on a adventure) Mr. Rager
Tell me some of your stories, tell us of your travels
Mr. Rager-er-er-er-er
Tell me where you're going, tell us where you're headed
(I'm on my way to heaven) Mr. Rager
Can we tag along? Can we take that journey?
Can we take that journey?
(I'm off on the adventure)
[Outro]
Hey, Mr. Rager
Hey, Mr. Rager
Hey, Mr. Rager (I'm on my way to heaven)
Hey, Mr. Rager
Hey
[Video Outro]
3... 2... 1...
Scott. Scott. Scott. Scott!
That's good. You alright?106 | Hip-HopRap | 9 | 11 | 2,010 | 657,752 |
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1,688 | Intruder Alert | Lupe Fiasco | [Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
She said there was no love in her heart
'Cause one day a rapist attacked her and broke that all apart
She said there was no way to fix it or to cover her scars
Then one day a guy came along that probably could help her start
He was sincere, made her believe it was safe for her to trust again
Before long, she was cool with givin' hugs to him
Knew that it was right 'cause somethin' was wrong
The alarms in her mind didn't tell her he didn't belong
There was no
[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco & Sarah Green]
Intruder, intruder, intruder, intruder
Alert (Alert), alert, alert, alert
Intruder (Intruder), intruder, intruder, intruder
Alert, alert, alert, alert
[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
He said nobody else ever loved him
That's why he get high enough to go touch the heavens above him
Vividly remembers every pipe, every needle that stuck him
Every alley he ever slept in, every purse that he snuck in
Every level of hell he's been to and the one that he's stuck in
The one he can't escape, even though it's of his own construction
Maybe you can relate, maybe you one of those that just doesn't
Maybe he doesn't care, loves to allow these demons to come in
With no
You might also like[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco & Sarah Green]
Intruder, intruder, intruder, intruder
Alert, alert, alert (Alert), alert
Intruder, intruder (Intruder), intruder, intruder
Alert (Alert), alert (Alert), alert (Alert), alert
[Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco]
Famine strikin' his homeland and no social standin'
In the economic peckin' order
Emergency relief distribution systems is in disorder
He's checkin' water, makin' sure it's safe enough for his daughter
To float across in the boat he built
Hopefully strong enough to support her
Prayin' border patrols don't catch her ass, process and deport her
Before she reach the shore of the land of the free
Where they feed you, treat you like equals
Deceive you, stamp you and call you illegal, and there's an
[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco & Sarah Green]
Intruder, intruder, intruder, intruder (Intruder)
Alert, alert (Alert), alert (Alert) alert (Alert)
Intruder (Intruder), intruder, intruder (Intruder), intruder
Alert, alert, alert (Alert), alert (Alert)
[Bridge: Sarah Green]
There's someone here and it's not me
How could this be? I locked my doors (This be)
Kept my armies on my shore (My shore)
And point my rockets at my sky
I'm so fortified
I built my walls so high (So high)
So why, oh why? (So, why?)
Are there
[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco & Sarah Green]
Intruder, intruder, intruder (Intruder), intruder
Intruder, intruder (Intruder), intruder, intruder
Intruder, intruder, intruder, intruder5 | Hip-HopRap | 18 | 12 | 2,007 | 36,568 |
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1,689 | So Many Tears | 2Pac | [Intro: 2Pac]
I shall not fear no man but God
Though I walk through the valley of death
I shed so many tears
If I should die before I wake
Please God walk with me
Grab a nigga and take me to Heaven
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Back in elementary, I thrived on misery
Left me alone, I grew up amongst a dyin' breed
Inside my mind couldn't find a place to rest
Until I got that Thug Life tatted on my chest
Tell me, can you feel me? I'm not livin' in the past
You wanna last? Be the first to blast
Remember Kato, no longer with us, he's deceased
Call on the sirens, seen him murdered in the streets
Now he rest in peace
Is there a heaven for a G? Remember me
So many homies in the cemetery, shed so many tears
[Chorus: 2Pac, 2Pac & Shock G]
Ahh, I suffered through the years
And shed so many tears
Lord, I lost so many peers
And shed so many tears
You might also like[Verse 2: 2Pac]
Now that I'm strugglin' in this business, by any means
Label me greedy gettin' green, but seldom seen
And fuck the world 'cause I'm cursed
I'm havin' visions of leavin' here in a hearse
God, can you feel me?
Take me away from all the pressure and all the pain
Show me some happiness again
I'm goin' blind, I spend my time in this cell, ain't livin' well
I know my destiny is Hell, where did I fail?
My life is in denial and when I die
Baptized in eternal fire, I'll shed so many tears
[Refrain: 2Pac, 2Pac & Shock G]
Lord, I suffered through the years
And shed so many tears
Lord, I lost so many peers
And shed so many tears
[Verse 3: 2Pac]
Now I'm lost and I'm weary, so many tears
I'm suicidal, so don't stand near me
My every move is a calculated step
To bring me closer to embrace an early death
Now there's nothin' left
There was no mercy on the streets
I couldn't rest, I'm barely standin'
About to go to pieces, screamin' peace
And though my soul was deleted, I couldn't see it
I had my mind full of demons tryin' to break free
They planted seeds and they hatched, sparkin' the flame
Inside my brain like a match, such a dirty game
No memories, just a misery
Paintin' a picture of my enemies killin' me in my sleep
Will I survive 'til the morning to see the sun?
Please Lord, forgive me for my sins, 'cause here I come
[Refrain: 2Pac, 2Pac & Shock G]
Lord! (God!)
I suffered through the years
And shed so many tears
God, I lost so many peers
[Verse 4: 2Pac]
And Lord knows I tried, been a witness to homicide
Seen drive-by's takin' lives, little kids die
Wonder why as I walk by
Broken-hearted as I glance at the chalk line, gettin' high
This ain't the life for me, I wanna change
But ain't no future bright for me, I'm stuck in the game
I'm trapped inside a maze
See this Tanqueray influenced me to gettin' crazy
Disillusioned lately, I've been really wantin' babies
So I could see a part of me that wasn't always shady
Don't trust my lady 'cause she's a product of this poison
I'm hearin' noises, think she's fuckin' all my boys
Can't take no more, I'm fallin' to the floor
Beggin' for the Lord to let me in to Heaven's door
Shed so many tears (God please help me)
[Refrain: 2Pac, Shock G, 2Pac & Shock G]
Lord, I lost so many years (I suffered through the years)
And shed so many tears
I lost so many peers
And shed so many tears
Lord, I suffered through the years
And shed so many tears
God, I lost so many peers
And shed so many tears80 | Gangsta Rap | 14 | 3 | 1,995 | 504,933 |
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1,691 | House of Flying Daggers | Raekwon | [Intro: Sample]
"Hahahaha. Nobody is going to save you now!
[Hook: Raekwon & GZA]
Soldiers in the front, let the heat pump
Troops on the left, fight to the death
Fam on the right, infrared lights
Wolves in the back, ready to attack, for what!
Soldiers in the front, let the heat pump
[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck]
I pop off like a mobster boss
Angel hair with the lobster sauce
Summertime, can't top the scorch
Check my hot broad, I dropped the Porsche
FBI wanna watch the force, tryna lock my source
Where I'm from—hear the macs, Tecs, Glocks and fours
Hide the safe, nigga, lock the doors
No respect for the cops and laws
In the land where your own blood brother still plot for yours
Seen things that'll drop your jaw
My soldiers got dropped in war
See the mural on the project wall?
Won't stop til I cop them all
Wanna block me? You gots to brawl, trade shots and all
'Cause I ain't on the clock for talk
The spot rusher, blow down the spot for sure
Still break off the block with raw, my stock is more
The General: watch your board
You might also like[Verse 2: Raekwon]
Deep pockets with the eight on me, sleep with the safe in the wall
The camo's on with the makeup and all
Swap six 45s, twist reefer in the flicks
Pop your whoadie, ride
Bolt his gun off, from know your whore, she lied
Fly criteria, bury me in Africa
With whips and spears and rough diamonds out of Syria
True don, only I could do wrong
Rock fitted hats, get crack money and drive a sick blue joint
Retard-less, I'ma blow regardless
Résumé is straight up live, I shank niggas up for larger Es
And speak with the youth in the spot
Eat the fresh fruit in the crop; all these hip-hoppers eat cock
You could see me in the street or the yacht
I'd rather be promoting your block
Or buying fresh sneakers with guaps
Yo, I'm an ill dude, always been a real dude
Don't fuck around, I will spill on you and kill you in the field, boo
[Hook: Raekwon & GZA]
Soldiers in the front, let the heat pump
Troops on the left, fight to the death
Fam on the right, infrared lights
Wolves in the back, ready to attack, for what
Soldiers in the front, let the heat pump
Troops on the left, fight to the death
Fam on the right, infrared lights
Wolves in the back, ready to attack, for what
[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
Leather jackets on, rocked-up rockstars
Treacherous bank robbers, the plan go dub, we pop guards
The team gotta eat, seeds is hungry
That's why we ain't scared to dump on niggas, our guns is chunky
Usually we bust niggas down with bats, swell up they joints
Elbow, wrists, they shins get cracked
We still humiliate, brutalize, Ruger pop, pulverize
Still got gear in the closet that's stupid live
From Benetton rugby skullies
Oshkosh conductor jumpers, the train hats fit me lovely
Rae job is to make sure the coke is fluffy
While I politick his birthday bash with Puffy
Bag me as soon as I linked up, the kid ain't inked up
I'm an old mummy, my gold weigh as much as King Tut
Slippers, robes is minked up (Yeah, ugh)
Under the do-rag, bro, my three-dimensional fade is clean-cut (Yo, yo)
[Verse 4: Method Man]
Man, y'all niggas ain't shit to us, still a pistol bust
Split your melon like I split the Dutch (Yeah)
Got a lot of piff to puff, and I ain't come for fisticuffs (Pffff)
Or for the cop that wanna clip the cuffs
Man, is Staten in this bitch or what? Don't get it twisted, we...
Twist it up and even mix with dust
See, these fans can't resist the rush, they Wu-Tang for life
Scarred for life, they can't forget the cuts
Got a whole line of classic joints and while you at it, pass the joint
Let's push this music past the point...
Of no return, til it crash and burn, down the ashes
Then placed inside Ol' Dirty Bastard's urn
When it's my time to go, for sure, your nigga goes to war
What you think I brought these soldiers for?
To send shots like forget-me-nots at any nigga
Respect, bitch, that figure they gon' get me got
[Outro: Sample]
"Haha, your basic kung fu's no good
You can't move fast enough!
And you don't have enough strength!
And your body movements are like a street fighter!
It's too easy for me to trip you up!"
"Hahaha, how's it feel, eh?"
"Ah, it's broken! I feel my back's broken!"
"Haha, you've still got a lot to learn!"4 | Unknown | 23 | 8 | 2,009 | 26,103 |
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1,692 | Buck 50 | Ghostface Killah | [Intro: Method Man]
Supreme Clientele!
Fresh!
Fresh!
Fresh!
Huh!
[Verse 1: Method Man]
Who I'm is? The Phenom, them niggas can't live
Who I'm is? We ain't got shit, something got to give
Y'all done flipped y'all wig, blacked out the crib
Die and live for my nigs and my bad-ass kids, freeze
Looking at your ice like "Jeez!"
I'm plotting on the mousetrap, about to snatch the cheese
I heard y'all kids is bout that, psychotherapy
You bugging where the couch at, Wu til they bury me
Never tell a lie, like George with the cherry tree
Now it's cherry pie, if it's not broke let it be
Ain't nothing nice in New York
Stick you for your cake and your icing, that tough talk
Don't mean nothing when you're up North
So keep them hands where I can see 'em like you want freedom
You know that saying: "If you can't join 'em, beat 'em
And push your way in"
We ain't acrobats but we flip on occasion
Pick the pace up, pants sagging pull your waist up
Niggas renting slum jewels from Jacob, fool!
You're like "Dude! I don't like your fucking attitude"
Fronting on my Clan from the Stat but we ain't mad at you
You might also like[Interlude: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, yo! Starks with the Parcheesi face, measly paced, old face
Ghostface! Jump out the window for a little taste
The joopy look, my main bitches call me lazy
Educated birds say, "Ghost you so crazy!"
[Verse 2: Cappadonna]
Cappa slide through with the Ghost
Post up like paint on walls, drip jew-els, big heat
Ruffle inside the bubble goose, it's the Odd Couple
Hollow points follow you home to Staten Island
Playing with the big toys that make noise
Echo in the hall, a scared voice
Niggas start to act choice, but Duncan Hines
Didn't know Betty Crocker had the two nines
Made the club moist, shattered the windows
Dustheads running
The rap kingpin plus the Black Jesus is coming
[Verse 3: Redman]
The words you talk better be the words you walk
Body you in the bed where the nurses are
Put your vein out, watch me insert the dart
Til it plagues from Bricks to the Persian Gulf
Light circuits off, thirty-third of my brain is off
That explains why my language off
My gun aim and cough, y'all ain't trained to brawl
Y'all more like in training bras
Wet behind the ear, you're not prepared
For the project flow, with extra stairs
I pass out a vest to wear (bullets flyin)
Yo, the hard wire, starting bonfires
Pull the mask so you know it's me
And your weed got more seeds than ODB
Can't smoke with ya, watch Ghost tie a rope to ya
Def and Wu will open ya
[Chorus: Method Man & (Redman)]
Eat a dick like (HUH!)
Baby shake your shit, girl you're thick like (HUH!)
Getting rich like (HUH!)
[Verse 4: Ghostface Killah]
Word, it's me y'all
We in two sixes flirting with bitches, dime plus
Taking pictures, How you doing baby? My name Ghost
Don't get caught up in my chains or the way that I speak
Seek intelligence, slickest nigga going since "Grease"
Check out the grays on the side of my waves
I grew those on Rikers Island
Stressed out, balled up in the cage
Pull a boot out on Jimmy Jam, text takes jam
Silky texture, Jordan jumped up like Clyde Drexler
All up in the parrot, nose numb, real as they come
Biggie's Versaces, snow white rabbit
Hands is like photographic magic
Funeral love, move in when we hug, don't make it a habit
Hit the gym for two weeks, my back all chiseled
Elbows unique now meet the new me
Ghetto fabulous, Tone Atlas
Zulu Nation in the 80's in front of Macy's I start my own chapters
Tyco Nite-Glow velvet pose, special effects
High-tech armors merc you at the shows
Super-cali-fragi-listic-expi-ali-docious
Docious-ali-expi-fragi-listic-cali-super
Cancún, catch me in the room, eating grouper
[Chorus: Method Man & (Redman)]
Shoe fly shoe, Wally Don Clark crew
Fuck y'all wanna do, crack a brew
Smoke an L or two and flip like (HUH!)
Killing for the whole clique is sick like (HUH!)
You and your stank bitch eat a dick like (HUH!)
Baby shake your shit, girl you're thick like (HUH!)
Getting rich like (HUH!)4 | Hip-HopRap | 8 | 2 | 2,000 | 42,049 |
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1,695 | Can I Live | J. Cole | [Verse 1]
Yeah
Pussy my passion, never been a fan of flashin'
Probably 'cause I never could, said if I had it, never would
Then I got my first lil taste of paper and I splurged
I guess it's just a nigga urge, this is The Boondocks
I swear, yo, I’m like Huey mixed with Riley
Thursday I be tryna save the world, and then on Friday, I hit the club
Hopin' that my dick get rubbed by some fat asses
Niggas get to scrappin' then you hear the gats blasting, damn
Hope them niggas ain't got no problems with me
My momma told me to speak like you got a college degree
You see, I can, but I won’t 'cause I’m saying what I want
Plus this slang that I speak don't change that I'm deep
As the throat on a certified freak, will she choke?
As we headed to the crib, yes, I let her give me head
So she won't 'member where I live, my game is tight
Baby, no need to bring pajamas, you ain't stayin' the night
No disrespect, I just say it polite
I drop her off before I sleep, I be praying for life
Like Hov said it, can I live?
Ayy, dear Lord, can I live?
Hey, now am I living to get paid, just slaves for a wage, are we?
I can't do no 9-to-5, told my momma sorry
I can't do no suit and tie, no I want the glory
If you knew me, know my life is like a movie starring me
Pardon me, if it seems that I'm following my dreams
I ain't reading off the script that they picked for me
I ain't pissed, nah, couldn’t give a shit hardly
I'll be shitting on them niggas that was shitting on me
Will I live or will I die before they get to know me?
If I go, I know the ones that’s pouring liquor for me
And I know them fake niggas really hating on me
Knew that I was 'bout to blow, so they was waiting on me
You might also like[Bridge]
But oh no, Lord
You see, I'm smarter than they know
So hold on, Lord, 'cause I ain't quite ready to go
Can I live?
Somebody told me that it's only one shot
So I'll be goddamned if I'm ever gonna stop
Promise to my momma I'ma make it to the top
So I'ma keep climbing 'til my heartbeat drop
[Verse 2]
Like the phone when she heard the news
Her sister on the other line talking to her shoes
The only son, what a thing to lose
More blacks singing more blues
More niggas pouring more brews
Poor dude, he was young like 21, straight up out that city that I'm from
A real smart nigga, but his niggas, they was dumb
He ain't even get a chance to run
Before it landed in his lung
God, breathe nigga
His partner screaming “Don’t you fucking leave, nigga!”
Took off his shirt, tryna stop the bleeding nigga, “Don’t you go!”
But his life fading slow
Did I tell my mom I love her, do she know?
Did I tell my baby sorry from before?
Won't get to see my son grow
Lord, I ain't ready to go
Can I live? Can I live? Dear Lord, Can I live?
Can I live?27 | Hip-HopRap | 15 | 6 | 2,009 | 137,025 |
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1,698 | Clint Eastwood | Gorillaz | [Intro: 2-D]
Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo
[Chorus: 2-D]
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long
The future is coming on
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long
The future is coming on
It's coming on, it's coming on
It's coming on, it's coming on
[Verse 1: Del the Funky Homosapien]
(Hoo, yeah, haha)
Finally, someone let me out of my cage
Now, time for me is nothing, 'cause I'm countin' no age
Nah, I couldn't be there, now you shouldn't be scared
I'm good at repairs, and I'm under each snare
Intangible, bet you didn't think, so I command you to
Panoramic view, look, I'll make it all manageable
Pick and choose, sit and lose, all you different crews
Chicks and dudes, who you think is really kickin' tunes?
Picture you getting down in a picture tube
Like you lit the fuse, you think it's fictional?
Mystical? Maybe, spiritual hero
Who appears in you to clear your view when you're too crazy?
Lifeless to those, the definition for what life is
Priceless to you, because I put you on the hype shit
You like it? Gun smokin', righteous with one toke
Get psychic among those, possess you with one dose
You might also like[Chorus: 2-D & (Del the Funky Homosapien)]
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long
The future is coming on
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long
The future is coming on (That's right)
It's coming on, it's coming on
It's coming on, it's coming on
[Verse 2: Del the Funky Homosapien]
The essence, the basics, without it, you make it
Allow me to make this childlike in nature
Rhythm, you have it or you don't, that's a fallacy
I'm in them, every sproutin' tree, every child of peace
Every cloud and sea, you see with your eyes
I see destruction and demise, corruption in disguise (That's right)
From this fuckin' enterprise, now I'm sucked into your lies
Through Russel, not his muscles
But percussion he provides for me as a guide, y'all can see me now
'Cause you don't see with your eye, you perceive with your mind
That's the inner (Fuck 'em) so I'ma stick around with Russ and be a mentor
Bust a few rhymes so motherfuckers remember
Where the thought is, I brought all this
So you can survive when law is lawless (Right here)
Feelings, sensations that you thought was dead
No squealing and remember that it's all in your head
[Chorus: 2-D]
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long
The future is coming on
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long
My future is coming on
It's coming on, it's coming on
It's coming on, it's coming on
[Outro: 2-D]
My future is coming on
It's coming on, it's coming on
It's coming on, it's coming on
My future is coming on
It's coming on, it's coming on
It's coming on, it's coming on
My future is coming on
It's coming on, it's coming on
My future is coming on
It's coming on, it's coming on
My future is coming on
It's coming on, it's coming on
My future197 | Hip-HopRap | 5 | 3 | 2,001 | 1,470,540 |
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1,699 | Fuck the World | 2Pac | [Verse 1: 2Pac]
Who you callin' rapist? Ain't that a bitch
You devils are so two-faced
Wanna see me locked in chains, dropped in shame
And gettin' stalked by these crooked cops again
Fuckin' with the young Black male, tryna stack mail
And um, stay away from the packed jails
I told the judge I'm in danger
And that's why I had that .4-5 with one in the chamber
Fuck the world!
[Chorus: Shock G & 2Pac]
They tryna say that I don't care
I woke up screamin' "Fuck the world!"
They tryna say that I don't care
Just woke up and screamed "Fuck the world!"
They tryna say that I don't care
Uhh, I woke up and screamed "Fuck the world!"
They're tryna say that I don't care
Just got up and screamed "Fuck the world!"
[Verse 2: 2Pac]
When I was comin' up rough that wasn't even what you called it
That's why I smoke blunts now and run with alcoholics
I'm gettin' threats to me comin' from my enemies
And in their dreams it's hell where they sendin' me
Have I lost control or just another soul?
A car full of motherfuckers when we roll
Sippin' on 'gnac as I sit back, life as a big mack
Brothers come up and say "you did that?"
Never take your eyes off the prize and even if you gettin' high
Don't ever hesitate to try
'Cause you can fall off or stay ballin', niggas, we all in
And them my motherfuckers callin'
Fuck the world!
You might also like[Chorus: Shock G & 2Pac]
They tryna say that I don't care
Woke up screamed "Fuck the world!"
They tryna say that I don't care
Just woke up and screamed "Fuck the world!"
They tryna say that I don't care
I got up and screamed "Fuck the world!"
They're tryna say that I don't care
I woke up and screamed "Fuck the world!"
They're tryna say that I don't care
[Verse 3: 2Pac]
(Man, Fuck the world)
Damn, they wanna label me a menace
'Cause I'm sittin' here sippin' on Guinness
Weighin' 165 and these tricks should die
For being jealous of a brother when he rise
I can see it in your eyes, you wanna see a young playa fallin'
They hate to see a nigga ballin'
Some of you suckers is rotten, plottin' on what I got
And then you wonder why I shot him (Booyeah)
Stop givin' game for free, you wanna hang with me
Like being a thug is the thang to be
But I got love for my homies, the G's and macks
And if you're Black, you better stay strapped
Nigga, fuck the world!
[Chorus: Shock G & 2Pac]
They tryna say that I don't care
I woke up screamed "Fuck the world!"
They tryna say that I don't care
I woke up and screamed "Fuck the world!"
They tryna say that I don't care
I got up and screamed "Fuck the world!"
Haha, Fuck the world!
Fuck it
I hear my niggas screamin' "Fuck the world"
[Verse 4: 2Pac]
They wanna know if I claim the clique that I'm hangin' with
And if I'm down with this bangin' shit
Well homie I don't give a fuck if you Blood or Cuz
Long as you got love for thugs
But don't try to test me out, stall that
Homie this is Thug Life nigga and we all strapped
I been through hell and back and if I fail, black
Then it's back to the corner where we sell crack
Some of you niggas is bustas, you runnin' 'round
With these tramp-ass bitches, don't trust her
But don't cry, this world ain't prepared for us
A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust
Fuck the world!
[Chorus: Shock G & 2Pac]
They tryna say that I don't care
I woke up screamed "Fuck the world!"
They tryna say that I don't care
I woke up screamin' "Fuck the world!"
They tryna say that I don't care (They tryna say that I don't care)
I woke up and screamed "Fuck the world!" (Yeah what’s goin on y’all?)
Uhh, uhh, uhh.. Fuck the world!
[Outro: Shock G]
I don’t care.. I don’t care, I don’t care!19 | Gangsta Rap | 14 | 3 | 1,995 | 123,251 |
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1,701 | La La La La | Mac Miller | [Intro]
Ahem
Hey
Coming to you from a packed studio
(Haha) Haha, uh
[Verse]
I'm goin' in after hittin' this ganja
Out to dinner with the homies, private table at Nakama
I'm a new millennium Sinatra
Coppin' marijuana from the neighborhood Rastas
Chiefin', feastin', king of the new school
I'm speakin' in tongues, try translatin' voodoo
Hold up, let me start again
Undefeated shirt, Levi's and a Mr Rogers cardigan
It's a hell of a feelin' bein' this fresh
Spit seem to sit upon my lips, call it Blistex
Peddlin' this medical, the presence of a general
Magazine centerfolds, they all up on my genitals
Got the game in the palm of my hand, it's itchin'
Wylin' out, better talk to your man, he bitchin'
'Cause I ain't got a lot time for these weirdos
Talkin' shit all up in my earlobes
I just live life, try and do it right
Everyone that hear me say "The boy is super nice"
Put a bitch up on a flight, she gon' be here by tonight
Get some afternoon delight, only eat it if it's ripe
Call me Stanley Steemer, I be givin' her the pipe
And when I'm outta town she wanna see me so we Skype
She might get obsessed and keep callin'
Thirty-thousand feet, Tom Petty, free fallin'
Just layin' back, lettin' gravity take its course
I wanna tell all of my haters that we made it, boy
From basement studios to some official shit
From stressed out all the time to I don't give a shit
Used to dream about it, boy, now I'm livin' it
412, it's the Most Dope syndicate
Had a normal life but now I'm sick of it
Try and spend money just to spend and it's ridiculous
Young and so mischievous
You might also like[Outro]
Bitches-es
And then, uh, Rell wants me to sing a hook like this:
A-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la
La-la-la, la-la
A-na-na
A-na-na
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la
La-la-la, la-la
A-na-na
A-na-na6 | Hip-HopRap | 11 | 7 | 2,010 | 56,130 |
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1,702 | So Fresh, So Clean | OutKast | [Produced by Organized Noize]
[Chorus: Sleepy Brown & André 3000]
Ain't nobody dope as me; I'm just so fresh, so clean
So fresh and so clean, clean
Don't you think I'm so sexy? I'm just so fresh, so clean
So fresh and so clean, clean
Ain't nobody dope as me; I'm just so fresh, so clean
So fresh and so clean, clean
I love when you stare at me; I'm just so fresh, so clean
So fresh and so clean, clean
[Verse 1: Big Boi]
Sir Lucious gots gator belts and patty melts and Monte Carlos
And El Dorados; so I'm waking up out of my slumber feeling like Rollo
So follow, it's Showtime at the Apollo minus the Kiki Shepards
What about a ho in a leopard-print? Ah
Teddy Pendergrass, cooler than Freddie Jackson
Sipping a milkshake in a snowstorm
Left her throat warm in the dorm room at the A.U
We blew hay too, athletes might cake you
But you must have me mistaken with them statements that you make 'cause
[Chorus: Sleepy Brown & André 3000]
Ain't nobody dope as me; I'm just so fresh, so clean
So fresh and so clean, clean
Don't you think I'm so sexy? I'm just so fresh, so clean
So fresh and so clean, clean
Ain't nobody dope as me; I'm just so fresh, so clean
So fresh and so clean, clean
I love when you stare at me; I'm just so fresh, so clean
So fresh and so clean, clean
You might also like[Verse 2: Big Boi]
Canary yellow seven-nine Seville is on display
My nigga Bongo hooked it up, Omar gon' dip my rims today
So a nigga can ride out to the Honeycomb Hideout
I'mma show you how to wild out like Jack Tripper
Let me be bambino on your snipples
YKK on your zipper, lick you like a lizard when I'm slizzard
Or sober, six million ways to fold ya
Like Noah's, I get two's of youse and you get pretty 'D'
But I'll call yo' ass 'round eight-ish, I know you'll be there for me, girl
[Chorus: Sleepy Brown & André 3000]
Ain't nobody dope as me; I'm just so fresh, so clean
So fresh and so clean, clean
Don't you think I'm so sexy? I'm just so fresh, so clean
So fresh and so clean, clean
Ain't nobody dope as me; I'm just so fresh, so clean
So fresh and so clean, clean
I love when you stare at me; I'm just so fresh, so clean
So fresh and so clean, clean
[Verse 3: André 3000]
Those huge baby eyes, get to runnin' off at they mouth
And tellin' me everything that's on your nasty mind
They say you're malnutritioned, in need of vitamin D
And invitin' me to that tingle in your spine
I love who you are, I love who you ain't — you're so Anne Frank
Let's hit the attic to hide out for 'bout two weeks
Rick James'n, no chains and whips
I do suck lips 'til hips jerk in double time
The boy next door's a freak, ha-ha!
[Chorus: Sleepy Brown & André 3000]
Ain't nobody dope as me; I'm just so fresh, so clean
So fresh and so clean, clean
Don't you think I'm so sexy? I'm just so fresh, so clean
So fresh and so clean, clean
Ain't nobody dope as me; I'm just so fresh, so clean
So fresh and so clean, clean
I love when you stare at me; I'm just so fresh, so clean
So fresh and so clean, clean
[Bridge: André 3000]
And we are... The coolest motherfunkers on the planet
And my, my... The sky is fallin', ain't no need to panic
But ooh ooh... I got a stick and want yo' automatic
Ooh, ooh, ooh... Compatible, created in the attic
And we are... The coolest motherfunkers on the planet
And my my... The sky is fallin', ain't no need to panic
But ooh, ooh... I got a stick and want yo' automatic
Ooh, ooh, ooh... Compatible, created in the attic
[Chorus: Sleepy Brown & André 3000]
Ain't nobody dope as me; I'm just so fresh, so clean
So fresh and so clean, clean
Don't you think I'm so sexy? I'm just so fresh, so clean
So fresh and so clean, clean
Ain't nobody dope as me; I'm just so fresh, so clean
So fresh and so clean, clean
I love when you stare at me; I'm just so fresh, so clean
So fresh and so clean, clean
Ain't nobody dope as me; I'm just so fresh, so clean
So fresh and so clean, clean
Don't you think I'm so sexy? I'm just so fresh, so clean
So fresh and so clean, clean
Ain't nobody dope as me; I'm just so fresh, so clean
So fresh and so clean, clean
I love when you stare at me; I'm just so fresh, so clean
So fresh and so clean, clean83 | Hip-HopRap | 13 | 3 | 2,001 | 438,248 |
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1,703 | You’re da Man | Nas | [Intro]
Uh, uh
Yo
[Verse 1]
They plan was to knock me out the top of the game
But I overstand they truth is all lame
I hold cannons that shoot balls of flame
Right in they fat mouth then I carve my name
Nas too real, Nas, true king
It's however you feel, go 'head, you swing
Your arms too short to box with God
I don't kill soloists, only kill squads
Fame went to they head, so now it's "Fuck Nas"
Yesterday you begged for a deal, today you tough guys
I seen it coming soon as I popped my first bottle
I spotted my enemies tryna do what I do
Came in with my style, so I fathered you
I kept changing on the world since Barbeque
Now you wanna hang with niggas I hung with
Fuck bitches I hit, it's funny I once said
If I ever make a record, I'll take a check
And put something away for a rainy day to make my exit
But look at me now, ten years deep
Since the project bench with cracks in my sock, 'sleep
I never asked to be top of rap's elite
Just a ghetto child tryna learn the craft of the streets
But look at me now
You might also like[Chorus]
You're the man, you're the man
You're the man, you're the man
You're the man, you're the man
You're the man, you're the man
You're the man, you're the man
[Verse 2]
Now wait a sec', give me time to explain, women and fast cars
And diamond rings can poison a rap star
Was suicidal, high, smoking so much lye
I saw a dead bird flying through a broken sky
Wish I could flap wings and fly away
To where black kings in Ghana stay
So I could get old, my flesh rot away
But that'll be the day when it's peace
When my gat don't need to spray
When these streets are safe to play
Sex with death, indulge in these women
Vision my own skeleton swimming in eternal fire
Broads play with pentagrams in they vagina
Like the Exorcist, then they gave birth to my seeds
I beg for God's help, why they love hurting me?
I'm your disciple, a thug certainly
I'm the N, the A to the S-I-R
If I wasn't, I must've been Escobar
.45 in my waist, staring at my reflection
In the mirror, sitting still in the chair like Mike Concepcion
When everything around me got cloudy
The chair became a king's throne, my destiny found me
It was clear why the struggle was so painful
Metamorphosis, this is what I changed to
And God, I'm so thankful
[Chorus]
You're the man, you're the man
You're the man, you're the man
You're the man, you're the man
You're the man, you're the man
You're the man, you're the man
You're the man, you're the man
You're the man
[Interlude]
Yo, ugh, look, look, ugh, that's that bitch Wiz was fuckin' (Haha)
Damn, that's fucked up
Nigga, let's get high, nigga (Roll them dice, nigga, hurry up)
Highest to the sky, it's four hundred in here, nigga
What the fuck is you niggas talkin' 'bout, nigga?
One, one, one, all around the bar
Come on, let's get high, nigga, oh, shit, oh (Oh)
Four fifty-six, nigga, shut the fuck up
Fuck y'all niggas, run my fuckin' money (Run that back)
Run that back, man (Bust it back)
I gotta get high, man, you got weed? (Run that back)
Run it back? Alright, run it back, c'mon32 | Hip-Hop | 18 | 12 | 2,001 | 132,570 |
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1,704 | Gangsta Music | Jeezy | [Intro]
Yeah hey motherfucking business here nigga
Yeah all you hating ass niggas
With your sneak dissing niggas
I see that you don't get your own
It's gon' get you hurt nigga
If you a hater and you know it fuck you
Y'all not rapping ass bitches
I rather listen to your instrumentals nigga
Haha bitch ass nigga (do something) do somethin' nigga see these
[Verse One]
I'm here now, you old news
Gotta couple Porsche trucks, couple old schools
I'll line your ass up, push your tape backwards
Cuz I'm a real nigga and I don't like rappers
And that ain't this and this ain't that
And bitch I'm strapped
Fuck wit real niggas that'll cut ya throat
And they don't drink Pepsi, they just sell Coke
All I do is talk blow its like my brain on drugs
See me out nigga I do my thang in clubs
Listen up Jeezy gotta a little riddle
Stack up 20-dollar bills two bands in the middle
[Hook]
All the gangstas they gon' ride to this
They gon' grind to this
They gon' shine to this
This is gangsta music, this is gangsta music, this is gangsta music, and
This is gangsta music
All the hustlers they gon' ride to this
They gon' grind to this
They gon' shine to this
This is hustler music, this is hustler music
This is hustler music
And this is hustler music
See Jeezy LiveGet tickets as low as $51You might also like[Verse Two]
We don't talk on the phones 'cause it might stick
Gotta play for the 7 call it Mike Vick
Dirty birds nigga, we play wit them falcons
Know some niggas in the Decatur that pay for them falcons (That's right!)
Talking young hungry niggas eat your whole plate
Jeezy place the order niggas eat your whole face
You got me misconstrued, all fucked up
Jump out hit the switch light your ass up
Carbon 15 wit the hundred round drum
Got plenty for any nigga think he wants some
We don't leave 'em at the house we bring 'em out (bring 'em out)
My chain for your life - we can swap it out
[Hook]
All the gangstas they gon' ride to this
They gon' grind to this
They gon' shine to this
This is gangsta music, this is gangsta music, this is gangsta music, and
This is gangsta music
All the hustlers they gon' ride to this
They gon' grind to this
They gon' shine to this
This is hustler music, this is hustler music
This is hustler music
And this is hustler music
[Verse Three]
The hoes love my voice; make they pussy moist
Certified G shit and I'm the gangsta's choice
Niggas popping off, I hope they bullet proof
Leave holes in you the size of a sunroof
Mac-11 in the club and a snub nose
Swear to God I'll knock you niggas out your fucking clothes
Lay your ass flat like a doormat
Niggas asking for but they ain't want that
In the rap game takin' niggas clientele
White ones like the powder that I used to sell
Give a fuck about a playa hater
Hit 'em wit the tool flush his whole radiator
[Hook]
All the gangstas they gon' ride to this
They gon' grind to this
They gon' shine to this
This is gangsta music, this is gangsta music, this is gangsta music, and
This is gangsta music
All the hustlers they gon' ride to this
They gon' grind to this
They gon' shine to this
This is hustler music, this is hustler music
This is hustler music
And this is hustler music2 | Hip-HopRap | 26 | 7 | 2,005 | 43,122 |
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1,711 | Crank That (Soulja Boy) | Soulja Boy | [Intro]
Yuu
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
Ayy, I got this new dance for y'all called the Soulja Boy
You just gotta punch, then crank back three times from left to right
(Ah, yuu)
[Chorus]
Soulja Boy off in it, oh
Watch me crank it, watch me roll
Watch me crank that Soulja Boy
Then Superman that, oh
Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy)
Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy)
Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy)
Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy)
Now watch
Soulja Boy off in it, oh
Watch me crank it, watch me roll
Watch me crank that Soulja Boy
Then Superman that, oh
Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy)
Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy)
Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy)
Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy)
Now watch
See Soulja Boy LiveGet tickets as low as $54You might also like[Verse 1]
Soulja Boy up in it, oh
Watch me lean then watch me rock
Superman that, oh
Yeah, watch me crank that Robocop
Super fresh, now watch me jock
Jockin' on them haters, man
When I do that Soulja Boy
I lean to the left then crank that thang, now (Yuu)
I'm jocking on yo' (I'm jocking on yo')
And if we get to fightin' then I'm cocking on yo' (Then I'm cocking on yo')
You catch me at yo' local party
Yes, I crank it everyday
Haters gettin' mad 'cause
I got me some Bathin' Ape
[Chorus]
Soulja Boy off in it, oh
Watch me crank it, watch me roll
Watch me crank that Soulja Boy
Then Superman that, oh
Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy)
Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy)
Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy)
Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy)
Now watch
Soulja Boy off in it, oh
Watch me crank it, watch me roll
Watch me crank that Soulja Boy
Then Superman that, oh
Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy)
Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy)
Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy)
Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy)
Now watch
[Verse 2]
I'm bouncin' on my toes
Watch me supersoak that, oh
I'ma pass it to Arab and he gon' crank it up fo' sho'
Haters wanna be me, Soulja Boy, I'm the man
They be lookin' at my neck, sayin' it's the rubberband
Man (Man), watch me do it (Watch me do it)
Dance (Dance), let's get to it (Let's get to it)
Nope, you can't do it like me, though
So don't do it like me, folk
I see you tryna do it like me, man that dance was ugly (Yuu)
[Chorus]
Soulja Boy off in it, oh
Watch me crank it, watch me roll
Watch me crank that Soulja Boy
Then Superman that, oh
Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy)
Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy)
Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy)
Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy)
Now watch
Soulja Boy off in it, oh
Watch me crank it, watch me roll
Watch me crank that Soulja Boy
Then Superman that, oh
Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy)
Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy)
Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy)
Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy)
Now watch
[Verse 3]
I'm too fresh, off in it, oh
Watch me crank it, watch me roll
Watch me crank that Roosevelt then super soak that, oh (Yuu)
Supersoak that, oh
Supersoak that, oh
Supersoak that, oh
Supersoak that, oh
I'm too fresh, now watch me do it
Watch me shuffle, watch me yuu
Watch me crank that Soulja Boy
Now Superman, yuu
Superman, do it
Superman, do it (Ah, yuu)
[Chorus]
Soulja Boy off in it, oh
Watch me crank it, watch me roll
Watch me crank that Soulja Boy
Then Superman that, oh
Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy)
Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy)
Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy)
Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy)
Now watch
Soulja Boy off in it, oh
Watch me crank it, watch me roll
Watch me crank that Soulja Boy
Then Superman that, oh
Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy)
Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy)
Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy)
Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy)
Now watch
[Outro]
Yuu
(Ah)
Yuu55 | Hip-Hop | 2 | 5 | 2,007 | 1,157,054 |
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1,712 | The Nigga Trapp | Ice Cube | [Ice Cube]
Nigga I'm a hustler, act like I'm lovin ya
Don't mind fuckin ya, just like the Governor
Used to be the dope man, rolled a hundred spokes man
When I come through, treat me like the Pope man
Ghetto spokesman, I know niggas
In Eastside Oakland all the way to Brook-lyn
And they love my shitty drawers, what you smokin?
Think you got the balls, nigga I'm a Trojan
Catchin all that just like a prophylac'
Don't reproduce, that bullshit is whack
Flavor Flav with a white bitch that is whack
Got to put the nigga back in my Cadillac
Take him to the hood, where it's action packed
Let him know that the target's still on his back
It's a hustle called capitalism
Got my niggas in prison, all stuck in the system yeah
Recognize who's a hustler, George Dubya
He's the one that's sittin back, fuckin ya
With a big dick stuck in ya
I'm from a place where the fuckin Terminator is the Governor
(I got a Public Pretender.. tryin to make me a winner)
(Nigga please don't surrender.. they'll have you for dinner)
[Hook: Ice Cube]
The ghetto is a nigga trap, take the cheese
Soon as you do it here come the police
Invented and designed fo' us to fail
Where you gon' end up, dead or in jail
See Ice Cube LiveGet tickets as low as $66You might also like[Ice Cube]
You only got two places
State of California, got two faces
Motherfuckin devils, get straight racist
When they get you in them lonely dark places
Concrete slave ships, never move
Where niggas like us get used like a mule
Don't let 'em catch you, arrest you
Strip and undress you, throw you in a cesspool
You wanna know the crime of the century
A ghetto elementary, a mental penitentiary
Black man, you never been friend of me
Boy you kin to me, why we enemies?
The ghe-tto is a trap
Fuck where you from, nigga look where you at
Where you wanna be? Point it out on a map
Don't be scared to leave homey, we can come back
If you wanna come back to this bullshit
Most of it comin straight out the pulpit
We got to change our ways in the hood
Understand that it's AIDS in the hood...
The nigga trap...
[Hook] - 2X
(I got a Public Pretender.. tryin to make me a winner)
(Nigga please don't surrender.. they'll have you for dinner)2 | Hip-HopRap | 6 | 6 | 2,006 | 13,143 |
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1,715 | Little Weapon | Lupe Fiasco | [Intro: Lupe Fiasco]
Now lil' Terry got a gun he got from the store
He bought it with the money he got from his chores
He robbed the candy shop, told her "Lay down on the floor
Put the cookies in the bag, take the pennies out the drawer"
Lil' Khalil got a gun he got from the rebels
To kill the infidels and American devils
A bomb on his waist, a mask on his face
Prays five times a day and listens to heavy metal
Little Alex got a gun he took from his dad
That he snuck into school in his black book bag
His black nail polish, black boots, and black hat
He gon' blow away the bully that just pushed his ass
[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
I killed another man today
Shot him in his back as he ran away
Then I blew up his hut with a hand grenade
Cut his wife throat as she put her hands to pray
Just five more dogs, then we can get a soccer ball
That's what my commander say
How old? Well I'm like ten, eleven
Been fighting since I was like six or seven
Now I don't know much about where I'm from
But I know I strike fear everywhere I come
Government want me dead so I wear my gun
I really want the rocket launcher but I'm still too young
This candy give me courage not to fear no one
To feel no pain and hear no tongue
So I hear no screams and I shed no tear
If I'm in your dreams then your end is near, yeah
You might also like[Chorus: Nikki Jean]
Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon
We're calling you
There's a war, if the guns are just too tall for you
We'll find you something small to use
Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon
We need you now, blaow!
[Bridge: Lupe Fiasco]
Astaghfirullah
Astaghfirullah
Astaghfirullah
Astaghfirullah
Astaghfirullah
[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
Now here comes the march of the boy brigade
A macabre parade of the toys he made
In shemaghs and shades, who look half his age
About half the size of the flags they wave
And camouflage suits made to fit youths
'Cause the ones off the dead soldiers hang a lil' loose
Where AK47s that they shooting into heaven
Like they tryna kill a Jetson, the struggles, little recruits
Cute, smileless, heartless, violent
Childhood destroyed, devoid of all childish ways
Can't write their own names
Or read the words that's on they own graves
Think you gangsta? Popped a few rounds?
These kids'll come through and murder a whole town
Then sit back and smoke and watch it burn down
The grave gets deeper the further we go down, it's—
[Chorus: Nikki Jean]
Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon
We're calling you
There's a war, if the guns are just too tall for you
We'll find you something small to use
Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon
We need you now, blaow!
[Verse 3: Bishop G]
Imagine if I had to console
The families of those slain I slayed on game consoles
I aim, I hold right trigger to squeeze
Press up and Y, one less nigga breathe
B for the bombs, press pause for your moms
Make the room silent, she don't approve of violent games
She leave, resume activity
Scarred and blue heart, of hard, sharp wizardry
On next part, I insert code
To sweeten up the little person's murder workload
I tell him he work for CIA with A
A operative, I operate this game all day
I hold the controller connected to the soldier
With weapons on his shoulder
He's only seconds older than me
We playful but serious
Now keep that on mind for online experience, ugh!
[Chorus: Nikki Jean]
Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon
We're calling you
There's a war, if the guns are just too tall for you
We'll find you something small to use
Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon
We need you now
Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon
We're calling you
There's a war, if the guns are just too tall for you
We'll find you something small to use
Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon
We need you now, blaow!22 | Hip-HopRap | 18 | 12 | 2,007 | 118,928 |
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1,716 | I Do It for Hip Hop | Ludacris | [Intro: Ludacris]
I do it for hip-hop
I do it for hip-hop
I do it for hip-hop
[Verse 1: Ludacris]
Now this is what they call poetry in motion
My soul bleeds on the paper, heart screams with emotion
It's my daily devotion, the verses stay deeper than the ocean
So hip-hop you owe me a promotion!
Yeah I do a little boastin and braggin
What's all the commotion and naggin about? Cause I'm still the champ in the South?
Cause rappers get in the booth and I keep draggin em out?
Well they're fired, and these pink slips, I'm handin em out
Cause this is "Theater of the Mind," consider it a sign
Of what's to come next, my money's just fine
Bank filled with dumb checks, terrorist threat flow
Proceed to drop bombs like Mr. Funk Flex
But I don't do it for the money, I do it from the heart
I do it with the beat box, I did it from the start
I do it for the dee jays, I do it for the charts
The Van Gogh flow, Luda do it cause it's art
I do it for the fans, I do it on command
I do it for the front row, I do it for the stands
I spit it for the hood, I do it for the block
And since nine years old I did it for hip-hop, so
See Ludacris LiveGet tickets as low as $37You might also like[Chorus 1: Ludacris]
I don't do it for them cars and the fancy drops
I do it for hip-hop
I do it for hip-hop
I do it for hip-hop
And I don't it for the chains and the flashin rocks
I do it for hip-hop
I do it for hip-hop
I do it for hip-hop
[Verse 2: Nas]
Uhh, uhh, uh
They say I'm so low key, I'm socially awkward
Only niggas who really know me, who I talk with
They smile in the light, hate in the dark
You call it beef, to me, it's just a fuckin walk in the park
Cause you are who you are when nobody's lookin
That's who you are, so when the cash and the cars is gone
The day after tomorrow, don't be askin to borrow
Ski mask it hard, like the way you rap in your bars
I can ride on you and whoever, devise new endeavors
I'm as live as a hive full of predators
Twenty thousand different species of bees
Some have poisonous stings, some just pollinate leaves
It's like rap, some just buzz, some will attack
Compromise their own life in fact
Sixteen years since my first sixteen
Pardon the rest of my niggas... but I'm the best who ever did it!
[Chorus 2: Ludacris, Nas, Ludacris & Nas]
I don’t do it for the cars and the fancy drops
Uh, I do it for hip-hop
Yeah, I do it for hip-hop
Uh, I do it for hip-hop
And I don’t do for the chains and the flashin’ rocks
Why we do it kid? I do it for hip-hop
Yeah, I do it for hip-hop
Uh, I do it for hip-hop
[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
Hip-hop, started out in the park
We used to do it to avoid the Narcs
I used to do it so the homeboy Clark
Can get the fuck off my back while I knocked off these packs
I used to rap to impress my friends
To pass the time while I was gettin' it in
Just so happens, I'm so illegal with the pen
They ain't want me doin' anything illegal again
I lost a lot of dogs to these streets
I got Grammy Awards on these beats
Thank God for Kool Herc
Without your shit I probably would've got murked
Shout out to Grandmaster Flash and to Caz
And even Jaz bum-ass
Hip-hop helped me wash my rocks
These other rappers couldn't wash my socks
That's why I took the number one slot
The realest shit in rap comes from my voice box
Lord knows when I was on my clock
I prolly never woulda stopped, thank God for hip-hop
[Chorus 3: Ludacris, Jay-Z, Ludacris, Nas & Jay-Z]
I don’t do for the cars and the fancy drops
Uh, I do it for hip-hop
I do it for hip-hop
I do it for hip-hop
And I don’t do for the chains and the flashin’ rocks
Come on, I do it for hip-hop
I do it for hip-hop
I do it for hip-hop
{*DJ scratches and Ludacris ad-libs until 4:56*}
[Chorus 1: Ludacris]
I don't do it for them cars and the fancy drops
I do it for hip-hop
I do it for hip-hop
I do it for hip-hop
And I don't it for the chains and the flashin rocks
I do it for hip-hop
I do it for hip-hop
I do it for hip-hop6 | Hip-HopRap | 24 | 11 | 2,008 | 29,322 |
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1,718 | Coming Home | J. Cole | (Shhh Alex da Kid is coming)
[Hook: Skylar Grey]
I’m coming home
I’m coming home
Tell the world I’m coming home
Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday
I know my kingdom awaits and they’ve forgiven my mistakes
I’m coming home, I’m coming home
Tell the world I’m coming
[Bridge: J. Cole]
Back where I belong
I’ve never felt so strong eh
Feeling like there’s nothing that I can’t try
And if you feel me put your hands high, high, high, hey
And if you feel me put your hands high, high, hey
[Verse 1: J. Cole]
This is my story, this is my song
If you ain't got the heart, don’t attempt to try this at home
It’s just a poem from a man once living wrong
Now I’m in the zone, tell the world I’m coming home
It's been a long time coming, been a long time coming
This song feel like the greatest of all time coming
Cause I do it B-I-G, I remember we would be high
Who’d have thought we’d be running rap when we was knee high
To appreciate the sun you gotta know what rain is
Or cause I’m famous you don’t think I know what pain is
But I bounce back, would ya look at that
I take my spot at the top and I ain't looking back, boy
You might also like[Hook: Skylar Grey]
I’m coming home
I’m coming home
Tell the world I’m coming home
Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday
I know my kingdom awaits and they’ve forgiven my mistakes
I’m coming home, I’m coming home
Tell the world I’m coming
[Verse 2: J. Cole]
Hey, confusion like I was losing my mind
But one thing I never lose is my grind
My closet need a lot of cleaning now
I can't sleep cause I don't like the shit I dream about
Hey Dear Lord please help me get the demons out
And then let me get my genius out
And get back to what I had
If my good’s outweigh my bads, do you think my mistakes is gon' even out (even out)
I guess try and see, it’s on my diary, I’m living for my kids
Now they is just as fly as me
Talk well, wonder if Andre Harrell knew how great I would be when he fired me, nigga
[Hook: Skylar Grey]
I’m coming home
I’m coming home
Tell the world I’m coming home
Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday
I know my kingdom awaits and they’ve forgiven my mistakes
I’m coming home, I’m coming home
Tell the world I’m coming
I’m coming home
I’m coming home
Tell the world I’m coming home
Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday
I know my kingdom awaits and they’ve forgiven my mistakes
I’m coming home, I’m coming home
Tell the world I’m coming10 | Hip-HopRap | 30 | 10 | 2,010 | 65,436 |
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1,719 | Trade it All | Fabolous | [Intro]
Fabolous, Jagged Edge, don't be fool, I'd rather have you ma'
Than everything, I'd give it all, just for you, yeah
[Verse 1: Fabolous]
You're the one baby girl, I've never been so sure
Your skin's so pure, the type men go for
The type I drive the Benz slow for
The type I be beepin the horn, rollin down the windows for
Never been no whore
So to get you in closed doors, I buy you everything in those stores
This, that, and those yours
As long as Fabolous the only one you let that grin show for
You ain't gotta spend no more, I'm a put a rock on your hand
You ain't gotta say "we just friends" no more
I shine, you shine, it never been no flaws
I ain't like most who just wanna get in those drawers
Cause every king need a queen
And with me and you girl I ain't tryna let a thing in between
It ain't a thing, nahmean, chicks hate, show 'em the ring and the green
And let your middle finger be seen, it's on
[Chorus: Jagged Edge]
Girl I'd trade it all, money, cars and everything
All, even give up my street dream (my dream)
All, anything to have you on my team (I don't care baby)
All, baby girl I'd trade it all (I'd trade it, yeah)
Even give up my good green
All, and I'd give the watch and pinky ring (oh yeah)
All, anything to have you on my team
All, baby girl I'd trade it all
See Fabolous LiveGet tickets as low as $109You might also like[Verse 2: Fabolous]
Uh, don't front ma', you know the way I ball's to pick and roll
Like Stockton and Malone when we play the mall
I be goin out my way to call
Cause I love the way your hips make your jeans seem like they too small
Them see-through tops with your titties exposed
When you kick off them shoes there ain't bitty whose toes as pretty as those
That blonde hair look good, straight down, bun or the braids
And I ain't gon' talk about them light-browns under your shades
Bust right, thus tight
Got a thick set of thighs and struts like... uh
Yo' the game taught this brother to mack
But I think I slipped when I saw them full lips covered with Mac
You got everything that others would lack
Along with the F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S
Your patience I personally admire
Cause I started out a player now I'm 'bout to have my jersey retired, for real
[Chorus: Jagged Edge]
Girl I'd trade it all, money, cars and everything
All, even give up my street dream (my dream)
All, anything to have you on my team (I don't care baby)
All, baby girl I'd trade it all (I'd trade it, yeah)
Even give up my good green
All, and I'd give the watch and pinky ring (oh yeah)
All, anything to have you on my team
All, baby girl I'd trade it all
[Verse 3: Fabolous]
There ain't no "mights" or "maybe"
I done did wrong, so I'm a make sure it's right for my baby
You know how tight that my day be
And how long and stressin them flights to L.A. be
Ain't no rumor gon' get back to your friends
Before I let a nigga disrespect you I be back in the pen
Front to back you a ten
You got me thinkin 'bout puttin a car seat in back of the Benz, uh
[Chorus: Jagged Edge]
Girl I'd trade it all, money, cars and everything
All, even give up my street dream (my dream)
All, anything to have you on my team (I don't care baby)
All, baby girl I'd trade it all (I'd trade it, yeah)
Even give up my good green
All, and I'd give the watch and pinky ring (oh yeah)
All, anything to have you on my team
All, baby girl I'd trade it all | Hip-HopRap | 11 | 9 | 2,001 | 17,356 |
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1,720 | Go Baby | Lupe Fiasco | [Pre-Chorus]
Where my ladies at?
I said where my ladies at?
Let's find somewhere we can go crazy at
And for you baby I'll be your maniac
Hey, hey, hey, hey
And you don't have to worry 'bout nothing
Cause every time I see you baby you'll be rolling with me
Oh I'll be on the sidelines rooting for my dime
Holding up my sign and it say:
[Chorus]
Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo)
Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo)
Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo)
Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo)
Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo)
Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo)
Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo)
Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo)
[Verse 1]
There my lady at
I said there my lady at
That's my honey if I give her money she ain't gotta pay me back
No you ain't gotta pay me back
Hey hey hey hey
And I'll forever give you my love cuz
When I'm down you always put a smile on me
And when all of my strength's up, and I'm 'bout to give up
And I need a lift up, I hear her say
You might also like[Chorus]
Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo)
Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo)
Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo)
Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo)
Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo)
Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo)
Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo)
Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo)
[Verse 2]
She loves me, she loves me more
Amour me, she assures
She adores me
Even when it's up and down like see-saw
Surely, we can start from scratch like default
When they say you're not my baby like Maury
You can tell 'em that they're telling a story
Testify like you're telling a jury
And I'll repeat like you said it before me
We undefeated like a veteran army
And we as heavy as an elephant, aren't we?
Let's take 'em to the zoo, or better yet a safari
They want me to leave my Dame like the fella from Marcy (No!)
But we go way back like a set of Atari's
From baby fat 'til we skeletons darling
"Me" starring "You" is what it says on the marquee
So let's go give them a show, on my heart, get set, go!
[Chorus]
Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo)
Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo)
Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo)
Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo)
Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo)
Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo)
Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo)
Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo)
[Bridge]
And you're my sure-fire, superstar, sure-shot, firecracker
Extravaganza, fantastic, super-size with extra cheese
You best believe
That you're my sure-fire, superstar, sure-shot, firecracker
Extravaganza, fantastic, super-size with extra cheese
Yes indeed!
[Pre-Chorus]
Where my ladies at?
I said where my ladies at?
Let's find somewhere we can go crazy at
And for you baby I'll be your maniac
Hey hey hey hey
And you don't have to worry 'bout nothing
Cause every time I see you baby you'll be rolling with me
Oh I'll be on the sidelines rooting for my dime
Holding up my sign and it say
[Chorus]
Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo)
Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo)
Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo)
Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo)
Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo)
Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo)
Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo)
Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo)2 | Hip-HopRap | 17 | 12 | 2,007 | 22,425 |
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1,721 | Not Lost | B.o.B | [Hook - B.o.B]
Just because I'm losing doesn't mean I'm lost
They gave me nothing but doubt
First they waited then hated then counted me out
Just because I'm losing doesn't mean I'm stuck
They say I lost my way
But first I showed em then I sold em right in front of their face
[Verse 1 - B.o.B]
Well this is the world that we live in
One minute you the hero the next you the villain
We got up in this game just to try to make a living
We hit you with the truth while you watching television
But still these are the cards that we dealt
They kick you on the ground when you most need help
Until you dried up and they sit you on the shelf
Then you start to cry because you all by yourself
So just know if you wanna wear the belt
The only way to excel is the soul that you sell
So I could care less about the clothes on myself
Im trying to drive straight on a road made of nails
Yeah, I got to pay the toll if I fail
Or else it would be another story to tell
Im getting to the door I can tell
Im just waiting on the day till the glory prevails
You might also like[Hook - B.o.B]
Just because I'm losing doesn't mean I'm lost
They gave me nothing but doubt
First they waited then hated then counted me out
Just because I'm losing doesn't mean I'm stuck
They say I lost my way
But first I showed em then I sold em right in front of their face
[Verse 2 - T.I.]
All I know is keep goin', shit don't stop
Until the hustle doubles up, I'll put the click on top
Used to wanna have the bricks on lock
Til we went to prison saw we couldn't pick them locks
Easy decision now a nigga think I lost my touch
Listen if I ain't the realest ever done it I ain't off by much
So please don't wake me up if I'm dreamin'
In the fast lane speedin', no safety belt
And it's a marathon, pace yourself
In this race for wealth talkin shit just a waste of breath
Chasing me like chasing your tail your never catch it
Respect is something you never get if you never had it
I'm lookin' back and laughin' this life of mine
Brought me all the way here from my life of crime
Just a constant reminder that the end all be all
Is the one who knows all sees all because
[Hook - B.o.B]
Just because I'm losing doesn't mean I'm lost
They gave me nothing but doubt
First they waited then hated then counted me out
Just because I'm losing doesn't mean I'm stuck
They say I lost my way
But first I showed em then I sold em right in front of their face
[Verse 3 - B.o.B]
Yeah, well these are my predictions
I'll be on the Top 40 with a big hit
Travelin' the world tryin' not to get sick
And I'mma get more friends on my "Friends List"
And then after that I'll be famous
And everyone I know will tell me that I'm changin'
And then my cell phone will never stop ringin'
And I'll be all over magazine pages
Yeah and they'll play my songs 'til they borin'
And if I ever do stop touring they treat me like a foreigner
Don't believe me, ask Lauryn
[Hook - B.o.B]
Just because I'm losing doesn't mean I'm lost
They gave me nothing but doubt
First they waited then hated then counted me out
Just because I'm losing doesn't mean I'm stuck
They say I lost my way
But first I showed em then I sold em right in front of their face2 | Hip-HopRap | 18 | 1 | 2,011 | 11,426 |
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1,722 | I Really Mean It (Freestyle) | J. Cole | [Intro]
Yeah, The Warm Up
Lemme stretch out
Yeah
[Verse 1]
They say I'm the down south Nas, the east coast Pac
The Carolina Andre, the Fayettenam Kanye
So join it, can't beat it, to all the nonbelievers
If you missed it, I'll repeat it, I'm the light skinned Jesus
Here's my thesis for them niggas with them pieces like Reese's
We ballin' while we winking at your bitch up in the bleachers
She fiending just to hop up on my shit like she was featured
On that piece of shit, bed keep on squeaking like some sneakers
On the court, here's some lines you can snort, food for thought
Here's a fork, no pork, damn it, keep it pure, organic
What's the score? Lord, it's a blowout
You niggas out here shoutin', but see me, I'm just gon' show out
Bitch, it's destiny, no doubt, niggas testing me more but I'm sure
Look homie I know my shit can give a tour of the sewer
I'm bored, this shit is simple, on instrumentals I'm Kimbo
Slicing on any tempo, I'm busting like many pimples on the temple
Go hard like I just seen some nipples on Beyonce
No disrespect to Hov, but if I didn't I'd be beyond gay
Almost erased them lines but in the end I chose to keep 'em
'Cause if I said it, I really, I really
I really mean it, yeah
You might also like[Interlude]
And that's just a Warm Up baby
Lemme give it to 'em
Yeah, yeah, yeah, look, nigga
[Verse 2]
I rep my city in your city
Just to let you niggas know just where I'm comin from
Ville' nigga troublesome
Gats all around niggas waist like a cummerbund
Leave you leakin' 'til the plumber come
Still we ain't running from no man
Look bitch I'm hot enough to melt a snowman
Ey pack your bags mama we gettin the fuck up outta Po' land
Cause I'm programmed for the dough
While you hold hands with a ho
You ain't got no chance when I flow
Bitch I was a grown man when I was four
Boy, so sit your ass down
You lookin at the class clown
Slash valedictorian, slash hoopin nigga best dressed
Back in school you was just a stupid nigga
And now you're rappin all you talk bout your Coupe is sicker
Your top is dropped but the cops is out here shootin niggas
Stupid nigga, see me I rather tell the truth to niggas
You out here stuntin, niggas is out here frontin
Nigga you good for nothin
I'm freestylin coming off the dome
Bitch Macaulay Culkin Home Alone
I don't even know why I said that
And bitch I get bread that's enormous
Ya'll niggas on my dick man I'm dormant
That means I'm on the low, that means I'm on your ho
That means I'm about this dough
Nigga I'm coming off the dome
Bitch I'm I'll all the way to the chromosomes in my body
Bitch get hit with a 12-gauge shotty
No Maserati, driving like Mr Cosby
Nigga know
I'm coming through I got the sicker flow
I've hit them motherfuckin niggas with that
Nigga know that drunk shit I'll shit
Comin through I spill shit like whoops, bitch
You need to read a book bitch
(Fade Out with J. Cole still rapping)4 | Hip-HopRap | 9 | 11 | 2,014 | 48,346 |
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1,723 | A Milli (Remix) | Asher Roth | (Bangladesh!)
No, not Bangladesh! Bangley
Yo, Brain Bang!
Yo Myspace's been blowing me up
Telling me I had to do it
And since I'm a real democracy
I figured "I might as well"
You know what I mean
It goes like this
A million here, a million there
Yeah, you got a mil but for real dog nobody cares
If you don't share, don't donate to charity
Children who can barely eat, no shoes on their feet
We don't see, we don't read, we don't really need to
Self-centered humans be the root of all evil
In this industry, we just feed our egos
Got a 7 series and a brand new pea coat
With that "oh, oh look at me yo
"Heard Ash on milli he ain't talking 'bout me though"
Yes I am, yo, you call yourself a man
But it ain't about the money, it's about what you stand for
This is for my people who can't afford pampers
Wake up in the morning got my clothes out the hamper
Money ain't the answer, still ain't cured cancer
I ain't got a mil but I'm a pretty good dancer
My advance lasts me about a week
After taxes and my bills and a big sack of weed
I am back to where I began
Chilling watching CNN
Thinking damn, we are damned, not again
How is George Bush not in jail for treason
But Clinton gets impeached for busting semen? uh
You might also likeA million dead, a million scarred
A million bars till' you realize you took it too far
With your cars and you guns, ha, hardy-har-har
Til' I'm dead and I'm gone I'mma party too hard
Life's short, have a ball, matter fact, have two
Yo the government don't care, here's a big "Fuck you!"
Cause gas is 4 bucks, but they still drive trucks
Dumb and dumber in your hummer, yo I bet that sucks
Spend a milli at the pump
In the city you don't need that
Buy a fucking bike, maybe you wouldn't be fat
Yo homie where the weed at?
Yeah I need to relax, motherfucker I'm chill
(Just relax b, are you done yet?)
Nah
It's just these stupid motherfuckers never get it
It's pathetic
Yo they get to the pros and don't do shit
Like they Redick
When I get that check
I'm gonna take it right to the medic
Cause these sick kids need it more than I need a necklace
Y'all need to respect this
I'm Asher Paul Roth, yo, I'm always on the guest list
Yeah I got a checklist
Stay getting checked, bitch
Keep your mouth closed don't let yourself get checked bitch
Rap's Wayne Gretzky, yes, I'm the best and
Only 22, almost Alex Ovechkin
I suggest y'all invest in some self-esteem
Intervene with Charlton Heston's
Plan to arm every man with a handgun
Who kills people, the gun or the man? um
I'm the best sword fighter in the land, come test me
I'll be drinking wine while practicing my fencing
And driving a jet-ski, straight multitasking
"How are you so good?"
I don't know, don't ask me
A million here, a million there
Yeah, you got a mil but for real dog nobody cares
If you don't share, don't donate to charity
Children who can barely eat, no shoes on their feet
We don't see, we don't read, we don't really need to
Self-centered humans be the root of all evil
Motherfucker I'm ill
What up Bangly?
Your welcome3 | Hip-Hop | 10 | 5 | 2,009 | 11,659 |
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1,724 | Coming From Where I’m From | Lupe Fiasco | [Sample: The Education of Sonny Carson]
You know, you got this fantasy in your head about getting out of the life and setting that other world on its ear. What the fuck are you gonna do except hustle? Now, man, I ain't puttin' you down. I'm just tryna make it real, baby, like it is— like it is—
[Intro: Lupe Fiasco]
Lupe Fiasco
Came from the ghetto
You know! (Ugh, yeah)
Food & Liquor!
It's the ghetto right here, man!
Uh-huh
[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Ayy, it's real here (Uh-huh), dope fiends steal here
Turn around, give us the money to buy wheels here
Give you the chills, yeah? Developers don't build here
The property values low 'cause we still here (Ha)
Better believe most of us wanna leave
Furthest we went was out of our minds, but we still here
Weapons concealed here, lil' sisters on the pill here
Can't pay our bills here, but we like to chill here (Yeah)
Gotta reap what you sow, grow what you till here
Your mama weep where you sowed, ‘cause you was killed there
Police put cameras on poles—too many deals there
Gotta go to the county 'cause you was filmed there (Yup)
How does it feel knowing innocence was killed here? (Mm)
Last night, down the park, beating heart was stilled there (Tss)
For the love of his chain, I make appeals here
Let's pray for our brains, bust-downs kneel here
Church, yeah
You might also like[Hook: Anthony Hamilton & Lupe Fiasco]
Sometimes I get rushed
Coming from where I'm from, (I'm from)
Times have got hard, yeah (Y'know? Yeah)
Coming from where I'm from (I'm from)
Sometimes I gotta walk to work, yeah (Tales of a young Black male, woo!)
Coming from where I'm from (I'm from)
Sometimes I gotta do a little dirt (Facing this old Black (?))
Coming from where I'm from (I'm from)
[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
There was once a child in here
'Cause all the tribulations and the trials in here (Yeah)
And all the limitations of his housing there
Became a teenage trafficker, a thousand-aire
Captivated with what the drug dealer told
Infatuated with what the drug dealers drove (Mm)
A life validated by what a drug dealer holds
On the stand 'cause what another drug dealer told
A drug dealer woes, time waits for no man
No woman waits for a man with time on his hands (They don't)
Didn't you know? Lord, they fearing Ye now
They hearing Ye now, 'specially when the "Conspiracy"s come down (They scared now)
We come down, get humble; it's no longer fun now
But who gonna hustle to feed his son now? (Oh)
From the cradle to the cage
We bring our sons to get gunned down, our daughters to have more
It's war
[Hook: Anthony Hamilton & Lupe Fiasco]
Sometimes I get lonely (Yuh)
Coming from where I'm from (I'm from)
Things ain't what they seem to be (Or a reasonable facsimile of it)
Coming from where I'm from (I'm from)
Sometimes I get a little angry (Just ain't me, though)
Coming from where I'm from (I'm from)
Sometimes it gets the best of me (It's all us, man)
[Bridge: Anthony Hamilton]
Well I tried to be good
Wanted nothing but to love somebody
Didn't wanna die young
Grinding, hustling, tryna feed my family
Too scared to have kids
And do what Daddy did
'Cause I'm so scared of failing
Sometimes it gets hard
Coming from where I'm from (Sometimes)
[Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco]
But, but it's beautiful here
There's nothing like the feeling when you do it from here
You ain't have to move a pack, you ain't have to shoot a gat
And you still took your mama, and you moved her from here
You ain't dropped out, and you figured the world out
Can survive 'bout anywhere—learn how to do it in here
Yeah, that's how we do it in here
Hearing shorties at play is like music to the ear
We still get by, you know? (Yeah)
[Hook: Anthony Hamilton]
Coming from where I'm from (I'm from)
Sometimes you gotta mourn
Coming from where I'm from (I'm' from)
Sometimes I gotta cry a little bit louder
Coming from where I'm from (I'm from)
Sometimes I gotta fight the pain, yeah
Coming from where I'm from (I'm from)
Sometimes I gotta walk along
Coming from where I'm from (I'm from)
Sometimes I get a little worried
Coming from where I'm from (I'm from)
Sometimes I get lost, out of touch
Coming from where I'm from (I'm from)
Sometimes I think I pray a little bit too much
Coming from where I'm from (I'm from)
Sometimes I get a little scared
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1,725 | Can I Bitch (Canibus & Jermaine Dupri Diss) | Eminem | [Intro]
(I, I wanna grow up too)
"Uncle Marshall, will you tell us a bedtime story?"
Here we go!
[Verse 1]
Now, once upon a time not long ago
There was a little rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So these silly little fans, they were misled
By a nerdy Internet computer hip-hop head
"Me and you, Clef, we're gonna make some cash."
"Grab this silver paint and just paint my ass."
Hey, mister, would you care to bear witness to
The ass-whippin' I'm about to administer
To this ass-kissin' little vaginal blister?
Stanibus, little Marshall Mathers' sister
And in this corner, we have the "Mr
Not-Havin'-It," it's the Mad, sinister
Dr. Evil, with his bag of tricks for
This little antagonistic faggot
Dick-sucking ex-LL Cool J fan from Windsor
I'm 'bout to murder little Kenny-Fag-Kaniff-sta
You bastard, I ain't wanna have to diss ya
Canibus, where the fuck you at? I miss ya!
You might also like[Hook]
Canibitch, oh, Canibitch
Wherefore art thou, Canibitch?
Please tell me what happened with
That style that you were rappin' with
Canibitch, oh, Canibitch
Are you from Los Angeles
New York, or just a janitor
From Canada? Oh, Canibitch
[Verse 2]
Now, at first, I ain't really understand this shit
Picture me, for a second, and imagine it
Chillin' in the Bat Mansion relaxin' when
All of a sudden some bullshit comes across the scanners, it's
Canibitch, on some 'Stan Lives' shit
It creeped me out at first; man, this is sick
But me, bein' just as sick, this conflict
Gets my dick harder than arithmetic
And I know how you jealous ones envy
I shoulda knew better from the first few letters you sent me
The first two letters, you were tellin' me shit like
You respect me, like any other regular MC
The third letter, you asked how come I ain't return
None of the messages at Shady Records you left me
The fourth letter: "Slim, you're really startin' to upset me."
The fifth letter told me you were comin' to get me
The sixth letter, there's a bomb threat on our building
This crazy motherfucker's really tryna kill me
So I went back and read the first few letters that said
Some shit about a message you left
Oh shit! That's not a E, that's an A!
This dude wants to leave me a 'massage,' he's gay!
Right away, I'm on the phone with Dr. Dre
"We got a bogey," "Marshall, I'm on the way."
[Hook]
Canibitch, oh, Canibitch
Wherefore art thou, Canibitch?
Please tell me what happened with
That style that you were rappin' with
Canibitch, oh, Canibitch
Are you from Los Angeles
New York, or just a janitor
From Canada? Oh, Canibitch
[Verse 3]
So, in two seconds flat, Dre's at my crib
Only thing is, we both know where this kid lives
And neither one of us have Canadian citizenship
"Shit. Oh, Dre, wait a minute, that's it!
All we gotta do is use a bit of turbo-boost
We can fly over the border!" "Let's Go!" [whoosh]
So we're off to Toronto and we're gainin' speed
"What was that? Oh, Jermaine Dupri."
"Fuck it," keep goin', no time to waste
"Wait, back up. Hit him one more time, in case."
"Okay," fuck, now he's draggin' under the car
"Oh well, only thirty more thousand miles!"
Meanwhile, me and Dre are tryna conversate
Just tryna find a reason for the constant hate
And tryna figure out what happened to 'Germaine Propane'
"He couldn't have fell off that hard." Ain't no way!
What happened to the way you was rappin'
When you was scandalous?
That Canibus turned into a television evangelist!
Plus, he raps with his regular voice
[Four impacts] "What was that?" "Pet Shop Boys."
So, we pull up to the bridge where he last was spotted
His corpse was still movin', but his ass was rotted
And he kinda smelled a little like Courtney Love
I figured if I stick him with a fork, he's done
So I stabbed him twice, kept jabbin'—Christ!
He won't die! This guy's like a battered wife!
He's like Kim: he keeps comin' back for more
But he won't fight back, I cracked his jaw
Hold up! 'Bis, quit foldin' up!
Punch me in the chest, make my shoulders touch
Do something! At least one punchline!
Come on! 'Til the meter reads Nine! Nine! Nine-
Ty nine percent of my fans are blond!
'Bis, come on, answer me, man, respond!
Tell me 'bout the sun, rain, moon and stars!
Intergalactical metaphors from Mars!
Raw to the floor, raw like Reservoir Dogs!
Bite another line from Redman's song!
Suddenly, the stub of a dead man's arm
From a midget reaches out from under the car
It's J.D.! This motherfucker won't die, neither!
Dre starts sprayin' him with cans of ether
We swamped the bitch in it; stomped the bitch again
"Compton!" "Detroit, bitch, talk some shit again!"
"Stomp him!" "Switch feet!" "Stomp him!" "Switch again!"
"Dre, all right, he's dead, dog, quit kickin' him!
I think Stanibus jumped off the bridge again!" ("Ahh!")
"Damn," "He disappeared, yo, he's gone, he did it again!"
[Hook]
Canibitch, oh, Canibitch
Wherefore art thou, Canibitch?
Please tell me what happened with
That style that you were rappin' with
Canibitch, oh, Canibitch
Are you from Los Angeles
New York, or just a janitor
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1,727 | American Dreamin’ | JAY-Z | [Intro: Marvin Gaye]
Dreamed of you this morning
Then came the dawn, and
I thought you were here with me
If you could only see
How much I love you
That's all, that's all, baby
[Chorus: Marvin Gaye & JAY-Z]
Oh no, I never gave up no way (I never felt that before)
Oh no, I never gave up no way (I never felt that before)
Oh no, I never gave up no way (I never felt that before)
But there's always— that's all, that's all, baby (Uh, uh)
[Verse 1: JAY-Z]
This is the shit you dream about with the homies steaming out
Back-to-back, backing them Bimmers out
Seems as our plans to get a grant
Then go off to college didn't pan or even out
We need it now, we need a town
We need a place to pitch, we need a mound
For now, I'm just a lazy boy
Daydreaming in my La-Z-Boy
In the clouds of smoke, been playing this Marvin
Mama, forgive me, should be thinking about Harvard
But that's too far away, niggas is starving
Nothing wrong with my aim, just gotta change the target
I got dreams of bagging snid-ow the size of pillows
I see pies every time my eyes clid-ose
I see rides, sixes, I gotta get those
Life's a bitch, I hope to not make her a widow
You might also like[Chorus: Marvin Gaye & JAY-Z]
Oh no, I never gave up no way (I never felt that before)
American dreamin'
Oh no, I never gave up no way (I never felt that before)
I'm just American dreamin'
Oh no, I never gave up no way (I never felt that before)
American dreamin'
But there's always— that's all, that's all, baby (Uh, uh)
[Verse 2: JAY-Z]
Now see the life's right there, and it seems right there
And it's not quite near, and it's not like we're
Professionals, moving the decimals
Know where to cop? Nah, got a connect? No
Who in the F knows how to be successful
Need a personal Jesus, I'm in Depeche Mode
They say its celestial, it's all in the stars
It's like Tony La Russa on how you play your cards
'Cause y'all ain't fucking with me, the ironies are
At all costs, better avoid these bars
Now let's start, on your mark
Get set, let's go, get out the car
Going in circles, it's a vicious cycle
This is a crash course, this ain't high school
Wake up, Muttley, you're dreaming again
Your own reality show, the season begins
[Chorus: Marvin Gaye & JAY-Z]
Oh no, I never gave up no way (I never felt that before)
American dreamin'
Oh no, I never gave up no way (I never felt that before)
I'm just American dreamin'
Oh no, I never gave up no way (I never felt that before)
American dreamin'
But there's always— that's all, that's all, baby
[Verse 3: JAY-Z]
Step one in this process, scramble up in your projects
And head to the heights where big coke is processed
You gotta convince 'em that you're not from the precinct
Please speak slow 'cause he no speaky no English
If he takes a liking after a couple of trips
And your money is straight, he's going to give you consignment
Now in the game where only time can tell
Survive the droughts, I wish you well— hold up
Survive the droughts? I wish you well?
How sick am I? I wish you health
I wish you wheels, I wish you wealth
I wish you insight so you could see for yourself
You could see the signs when the jackers is scheming
And the cops is coming, you could read they mind
You could see from behind, you could redefine
The game as we know it, one dream at a time
I'm American dreamin'
[Chorus: Marvin Gaye & JAY-Z]
Oh no, I never gave up no way (I never felt that before)
American dreamin'
Oh no, I never gave up no way (I never felt that before)
American dreamin'
Oh no, I never gave up no way (I never felt that before)
American dreamin'
But there's always— that's all, that's all, baby
[Outro: JAY-Z]
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1,728 | Millie Pulled a Pistol on Santa | De La Soul | [Intro]
"If you will suck my soul
I will lick your funky emotions"
[Verse 1: Posdnuos]
This is the stylin' for a title that sounds silly
But nothin' silly about the triflin' times of Millie
Millie a Brooklyn Queen originally from Philly
Complete with that accent that made her sound hillbilly
Around this time the slammin' joint was “Milk is Chillin'”
But even cooler was my social worker Dillon
Yeah I had a social worker 'cuz I had some troubles
Anyone who'd riff on me, I'd pop their dome like bubbles
He'd bring me to his crib to watch my favorite races
That's how his daughter Millie became one of my favorite faces
She had the curves that made you wanna take chances
I mean on her, man, I'd love to make advances
I guess her father must 'a got the same feelin'
I mean, actually findin' his own daughter Millie appealing
At the time no one knew but it was a shame
That Millie became a victim of the touchy-touchy game
[Verse 2: Trugoy the Dove]
Yo Millie, what's the problem, lately you've been buggin'
On your dookie earrings, someone must be tuggin'
You were a dancer who could always be found clubbin'
Now you're world renowned with the frown you're luggin'
Come to think your face look stink when Dill's around you
He's your father-what done happen-did he ground you?
You shouldn't flip on him 'cuz Dill is really cool
Matter of fact, the coolest elder in the school
He hooked up a trip to bring us all the Lacey
He volunteered to play old Santa Claus at Macy's
Child, ya got the best pops anyone could have
Dillon's cool, super hip, you should be glad
You might also like[Verse 3: Posdnuos]
Yeah, it seemed that Santa's ways were parallel with Dillon
But when Millie and him got home, he was more of a villain
While she slept in he crept inside her bedroom
And he would toss her and then would force her to give him head room
Millie tried real hard to let this hell not happen
But when she'd fuss, he would just commence the slappin'
(Yo Dillon man, Millie's been out of school for a week, man, what's the deal?)
I guess he was givin' Millie's bruises time to heal
Of course he told us she was sick and we believed him
And at the department store as Santa we would see 'em
And as he smiled, his own child was at home plottin'
How off the face of this earth she was gonna knock him
When I got home, I found she had tried to call me
My machine had kicked to her hey how ya doin' (sorry)
I tried to call the honey but her line was busy
I guess I'll head to Macy's and bug out on Dillon
[Verse 4: Trugoy the Dove]
I received a call from Misses Sick herself
I asked her how was she recoverin' her health
She said that what she had to ask would make it seem minute
She wanted to talk serious, I said, "go ahead-shoot"
She claimed I hit the combo dead upon the missile
Wanted to know if I could get a loaded pistol
That ain't a problem but why would Millie need one
She said she wanted her pops Dillon to heed one
Ran some style about him pushin' on her privates
Look honey, I don't care if you kick five fits
There's no way that you can prove to me that Dill's flip
He might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip
You're just mad he's your overseer at school
No need to play him out like he's someone cruel
She kicked that she would go get it from somewhere else
Yeah, whatever you say, go for ya self
[Verse 5: Posdnuos]
Macy's department store, the scene for Santa's kisses
And all the little brats demandin' all of their wishes
Time passes by as I wait for my younger brother
He asks his wish, I waste no time to return him back to Mother
As I'm jettin', Millie floats in like a zombie
I ask her what's her problem, all she says is "Where is he?"
I give a point, she pulls a pistol, people screamin'
She shouts to Dill, “He's off to hell cuz he's a demon!”
None of the kids could understand what was the cause
All they could see was a girl holdin' a pistol on Claus
Dillon pleaded mercy, said he didn't mean to
Do all the things that her mind could do nothing but cling to
Millie bucked him and with the quickness it was over3 | Hip-Hop | 14 | 5 | 1,991 | 18,826 |
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1,729 | We Used to Wait | Arcade Fire | [Verse 1: Win Butler]
I used to write
I used to write letters, I used to sign my name
I used to sleep at night
Before the flashing lights settled deep in my brain
But by the time we met
By the time we met, the times had already changed
So I never wrote a letter
I never took my true heart, I never wrote it down
So when the lights cut out
I was lost, standing in the wilderness downtown
[Pre-Chorus: Win Butler & Régine Chassagne]
Now our lives are changing fast
Now our lives are changing fast
Hope that something pure can last
Hope that something pure can last
[Verse 2: Win Butler]
And it seems strange
How we used to wait for letters to arrive
But what's stranger still
Is how something so small can keep you alive
We used to wait
We used to waste hours just walking around
We used to wait
All those wasted lives in the wilderness downtown
See Arcade Fire LiveGet tickets as low as $117You might also like[Chorus: Win Butler, Régine Chassagne, Both]
Ooh, we used to wait
Ooh, we used to wait
Ooh, we used to wait
Sometimes it never came (Ooh, we used to wait)
Sometimes it never came (Ooh, we used to wait)
Still moving through the pain (Ooh)
[Verse 3: Win Butler]
I'm gonna write
A letter to my true love, I'm gonna sign my name
Like a patient on a table
I wanna walk again, gonna move through the pain
[Pre-Chorus: Win Butler & Régine Chassagne]
Now our lives are changing fast
Now our lives are changing fast
Hope that something pure can last
Hope that something pure can last
[Chorus: Win Butler, Régine Chassagne, Both]
Ooh, we used to wait
Ooh, we used to wait
Ooh, we used to wait
Sometimes it never came (Ooh, we used to wait)
Sometimes it never came (Ooh, we used to wait)
Still moving through the pain (Ooh)
[Post-Chorus: Win Butler]
We used to wait
We used to wait
We used to wait
[Outro: Win Butler]
We used to wait for it
We used to wait for it
And now we're screaming sing the chorus again
We used to wait for it
We used to wait for it
Now we're screaming sing the chorus again
I used to wait for it
I used to wait for it
Hear my voice screaming sing the chorus again
Wait for it!
Wait for it!
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1,730 | Roman’s Revenge | Nicki Minaj | [Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
I am not Jasmine, I am Aladdin
So far ahead, these bums is laggin'
See me in that new thing, bums is gaggin'
I'm startin' to feel like a dungeon dragon
Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
I'm startin' to feel like a dungeon dragon
Look at my show footage, how these girls be spazzin'
So fuck I look like gettin' back to a has-been?
Yeah, I said it, has-been
Hang it up, flatscreen
Plasma
"Hey Nicki, hey Nicki," asthma
I got the pumps, it ain't got medicine
I got bars, sentencin'
I'm a bad bitch, I'm a cunt
And I'll kick that ho, punt
Forced trauma, blunt
You play the back, bitch, I'm in the front
You need a job, this ain't cuttin' it
Nicki Minaj is who you ain't fuckin' with
You lil' Fraggle Rock, beat you with a pad-a-lock
I am a movie, camera block
You outta work, I know it's tough
But enough is enough
You might also like[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon
Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon
[Verse 2: Eminem]
I ain't into S&M, but my whip's off the chain
A little drop of candy paint drips off the frame
Twisted-ass mind, got a pretzel for a brain
An eraser for a head, fuckin' pencil for a frame
You don't like it, then peel off, bitch
Every last woman on Earth I'll kill off
And I still wouldn't fuck you, slut
So wipe the smile on your grill off
I swear to God I'll piss a Happy Meal off
Get the wheels turning, spin, and wheel off
Snap the axle in half, bust the tie-rod
Quit hollering, "Why, God?"
He ain't got shit to do with it
Bygones'll never be bygones
The world ain't finished swallowing my wad
I ain't finished blowing it, nice bra
Hope it'll fit a tough titty, bitch, life's hard
I swear to God life is a dumb blonde white broad
With fake tits and a bad dye job
Who just spit in my fuckin' face and called me a fuckin' tightwad
So finally I broke down and bought her an iPod
And caught her stealing my music
So I tied her arms and legs to the bed
Set up the camera and pissed twice on her
Look, two pees and a tripod
The moral to the story is life's treating you like dry sod?
Kick it back in its face, my God
It's Shady and Nicki Minaj, you might find the sight quite odd
But don't ask why, bitch, ask why not?
The world-world is my punching bag and
If I'm garbage, you're a bunch of maggots
Make that face, go on, scrunch it up at me
Show me the target so I can lunge and attack it
Like a, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
You fell off, off, they must've bumped your wagon
You must've went off the back, I'm 'bout to go off the deep end
Told you to stay in your lane, you just jumped in traffic
[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Is this the thanks that I get for puttin' you bitches on?
Is it my fault that all of you bitches gone?
Should've sent a thank-you note, you little ho
Now I'ma wrap your coffin with a bow
"Nicki, she's just mad 'cause you took the spot"
Word, that bitch mad 'cause I took the spot?
Well, bitch, if you ain't shittin', then get off the pot
Got some niggas out in Brooklyn that'll off your top
I hear the mumblin', I hear the cacklin'
I got 'em scared, shook, panickin'
Overseas, church, Vatican
You at a standstill, mannequin
You wanna sleep on me? Overnight?
I'm the motherfuckin' boss, overwrite
And when I pull up, vroom, motorbike
Now all my niggas gettin' buck, overbite
I see them dusty-ass Filas, Levis
Raggedy Anns, holes in your knee-highs
I call the play, now do you see why?
These bitches callin' me Manning, Eli
Manning, Eli, these bitches callin' me Manning, Eli
[Verse 4: Eminem]
All you lil' faggots can suck it
No homo, but I'ma stick it to 'em like refrigerator magnets
And I'm crooked enough to make straitjackets bend
Yeah, look who's back again, bitch, keep acting as if
You have the same passion I have, yeah, right
Still hungry, my ass, you ass-dicks had gastric bypass
Ain't hot enough to set fire to dry grass
And 'bout as violent as hair on eyelids, but eyelash
Go take a flying leap of faith off a fuckin' balcony
'Fore I shove a falcon wing up your fly ass
You know what time it is, so why ask?
When Shady and Nicki's worlds clash
It's high class meets white trash
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon
Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon
[Outro: Nicki Minaj]
Roman, Roman, stop it, stop it
You've gone mad, mad, I tell you, mad
You and this boy Slim Shady
What's going on? They'll lock you away
They'll put you in a jail cell, I promise
Take your mother's warning, Roman, please
Back to bed, run along, let's go, come on
Wash your mouth out with soap, boys76 | Hip-Hop | 30 | 10 | 2,010 | 994,031 |
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1,732 | Early This Morning | JAY-Z | [Intro]
Let's try this, Guru
(Every time I think about you) yeah yeah
(I feel so alive)
(I wish I could hold onto you forever)
This is how I start my day anew
Uhh, uh huh, uh huh, yeah, uhh
[Chorus]
(I woke up early this morning with a new sight over life)
Good morning America, ghetto USA
(Never read the Qur'an or Islamic scriptures
Only Psalms I read was on the arms of my niggas)
Uhh, come on, good morning
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times
(The sunshine was shining, you were on my mind)
[Verse]
Yeah, I wake up, hit my shoebox, I snatch out a few rocks
Put the rest inside, now I'm ready to ride
Put the bomb in my socks so cops can't locate the vials
I ain't freshly dressed but got a Colgate smile
That's right, hah
(I woke up early this morning)
Throw on the same clothes I had on last night
I got loads of capers to come up with this paper
I got money schemes that come to me in my dreams
Hit the block like a veteran
Fiends need they medicine, I'm the relief pitcher
Their clean up hitters, it works
I hit the Ave., stash the bag in the dirt
Put the rest in my small pocket, I start clockin'
(I woke up early this morning)
Same routine: I'm runnin' game to fiends
Exchangin' cash for crack rocks, back and forth to my stash box
Hundred dollars a week
Shorties got the Ave. watched, fiends swarm
I'm gettin' rid of this bomb, as I
You might also like[Chorus]
(I woke up early this morning with a new sight over life)
Good morning
(Never read the Qur'an or Islamic scriptures
Only Psalms I read was on the arms of my niggas)
(I woke up early this morning with a new sight over life)
(The sun was shinin', you were on my mind)
(I woke up early this morning...)3 | Hip-HopRap | null | null | 2,002 | 19,584 |
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1,733 | Coming of Age (Da Sequel) | JAY-Z | [Intro: Jay-Z & Memphis Bleek]
Uh-huh uh yeah, gi-gi-geyeah
Time to come up, hold my own weight, defend my crown
Gots to lock it down and when they rush -- part two
Cocaine whiter now
Operation is sweet
Whole game tighter now
Moving a brick a week
Plus a nigga price is down
We them niggas to see
Time to start the arising now
I don't know what's wrong with Bleek
[Verse 1: Jay-Z & Memphis Bleek]
It seems, I'm like Keenan, picking up on the vibe
That he ain't too happy, I could just see it in his eyes
I don't know if it's the chicks or how we dividing the loot
Time to pay his ass a visit 'fore he decide to get cute
Jumped out like a star with the flavest car
Matching the gator shirt, softer than my next door neighbors
These young niggas think I fell out the loop
'Cause the last time they seen me hopping out the Coupe
I hopped out in a suit
Look at this nigga Jay fronting, trying to take my shine
I didn't say this verbally, just had some shit on my mind
Plus I'm puffing like an ounce more than I used to puff
Taking advice from these niggas but they ain't used to stuff
They had me thinking, "Shit, I'm the one that moved the stuff
While he drive around town in brand new Coupes and stuff"
Swear to God, they had me practically hating his guts
As he approached I spoke, "Jigga, whattup?"
You might also like[Chorus: Memphis Bleek & (Jay-Z)]
I done came up (uhh), put my life on the line (uhh)
Soaked the game up (yeah), now it's my time to shine
Time to change up (what?), no more second in line
Nine-eight, these streets is mine
(Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh)
[Verse 2: Jay-Z & Memphis Bleek]
Look at that fake smile he just gave me, it's breaking my heart
Should I school him or pull the tools out and just break him apart?
I felt his hatred it was harsh -- 'fore this faking shit start
I should take him in back of the building and blaze him
Uh-oh, this nigga Jay, he ain't slow, he musta picked up on the vibe
But had I not been so high, I woulda been able to hide
Tried to cover up myself, as I gave him a five
Hugged him as if I loved him, to the naked eye
It woulda seemed we was the closest, but to those that know us
Could see that something was about to go down
Stay focused, I'm trying to concentrate
But it's like he's reading my mind
As if he can see through this fog and all this weed in my mind
Could he see I had plans on, being the man
Ever since we first spoke and he put that G in my hand
And I gave it back to show him, I was down for the cause
As he approached ("Whattup Bleek?") and I paused
[Chorus: Memphis Bleek & Jay-Z]
I done came up (uhh), put my life on the line (uhh)
Soaked the game up (yeah), now it's my time to shine
Time to change up (what?), no more second in line
Nine-eight, these streets is mine
Yeah, you done came up (uhh), put your life on the line (uhh)
Soaked the game up (uhh), now it's yo' time to shine (yeah)
Time to change up, no more second in line
Nine-eight, these streets is mine
[Verse 3: Jay-Z & Memphis Bleek]
Right, yo we wild out in Vegas, styled on haters
Mouthed off at the cops, outta cranberry drops
Copped whips the same color, we tighter than brothers
With different fathers but same mothers, this life don't love us
So 'til death do us, I'm never breaking my bond
Nigga, we Lex movers, V-12 pushers
As I stand
One leg of my pants up, in a stance like, "And what?"
I know these niggas are feeding my mind cancer
But in time's the answer (woo!)
Seems mind-blowing, this weed and Hennessy
Got my mind going, trust me nigga, I'm knowing
Chicks used to ignore me
And my aunt saying I need 50, not 60/40
Oh God, don't let him control y'all
Your gun is my gun, your clip is my clip, baby
Your fun is my fun (uh huh), your bitch is my bitch
Any nigga trying to harm Jay, I'm feeling for you
I ain't only touching you, I'm killing your crew
Give it a year, you'll be sitting on a million or two
Records sold, nigga, perfect your role, geah
[Chorus: Memphis Bleek, (Jay-Z) & Both]
I done came up (uhh), put my life on the line
Soaked the game up (yeah), now it's my time to shine
Time to change up (what?), no more second in line
Nine-eight, these streets is mine (geah, geah)
I done came up (came up), put your life on the line (uhh)
Soaked the game up (game up), now it's yo' time to shine
Time to change up (change up), no more second in line
Nine-eight, these streets is mine
[Outro: Jay-Z]
Yeah, you done came up, put your life on the line
Soaked the game up, now it's yo' time to shine
Time to change up, no more second in line
Yeah, yeah
Coming of Age two, brand new6 | Hip-HopRap | 29 | 9 | 1,998 | 46,287 |
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1,734 | Most Kingz | JAY-Z | [Intro: Jay-Z]
Young Hov in the house, it's so necessary
Green Lantern in the house, so necessary
Why you fronting on me? Is that necessary?
You know you've become a star
Because you're the biggest target out there, right?
When everyone's on the court, they're coming for you
When the opposing player walks into that arena
They're thinkin of upstaging you
You're, you're like a trophy to them
They're thinkin' "if I'm better than this guy
The spotlight turns on me"
So, you know you're a superstar because you're a marked man
And everyone's coming for you
[Run DMC sample]
The, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king (king)
[Verse 1: Jay-Z (Chris Martin)]
Inspired by Basquiat, my chariot's on fire
Everybody took shots, hit my body up, I'm tired
Build me up to break me down to build me up again
They like "Hov', we need you back so we can kill your ass again"
Hov got flow though he's no Big and Pac, but he's close
How I'm 'posed to win? They got me fighting ghosts
Most kings (... get their heads cut off)
With the same sword they knight you they gon' good night you with
Shit, that's only half if they like you
That ain't even the half what they might do
Don't believe me, ask Michael
See Martin, see Malcolm
See Biggie, see Pac, see success and its outcome
See Jesus, see Judas
See Caesar, see Brutus
See success is like suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
When you succeed, prepare to be crucified, uhh
Media meddles, niggas sue you, you settle
Every step you take, they remind you you ghetto
So it's tough being Bobby Brown
To be Bobby then, you gotta be Bobby now
Now the question is, "Is to have had and lost
Better than not having at all?"
Because dawg
You might also like[Chorus: Chris Martin & Run DMC sample]
Most kings get their heads cut off
Keep on climbing 'til you reach the top
Keep on coming if they ready or not
Most kings get their heads cut off
The, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be
[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
Uhh, everybody wanna be the king then shots ring
You laying on your balcony with holes in your dream
Or you Malcolm X-d out, get distracted by screams
Everybody get your hand off my jeans
Everybody look at you strange, say you changed
Like you work that hard to stay the same, uhh
Game stays the same, the name changes
So it's best for those to not overdose on being famous
Most kings get driven so insane
That they try to hit the same vein that Kurt Cobain did
So dangerous, so no strangers
Invited to the inner sanctum of your chambers
Load chambers, the enemy's approaching
So raise your draw bridge and drown 'em in the moat
Then, spirit I'm evoking
There's kings who've been awoken
From shots from those who was most close to them
They won't stop until you ghost to 'em
But real kings don't die
They become martyrs, let's toast to 'em
King Arthur, put a robe to him
Like James Brown, no the show ain't over
Until Rome's ruined
'Til the republic is overthrown
'Til my loyal subjects is over Hov'
Long live the king, no, the reign won't stop
They want my head on the chopping block
I won't die, nah
[Chorus: Chris Martin, Jay-Z & Run DMC sample]
Most kings get their heads cut off
Keep on climbing 'til you reach the top
Keep on coming if they ready or not
Most kings get their heads cut off
Keep on coming if they ready or not
Long live the king, know the reign won't stop
The, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be
Long live the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be
Most kings get their heads cut off
Keep on climbing 'til you reach the top
Keep on coming if they ready or not8 | Hip-HopRap | 31 | 8 | 2,010 | 170,455 |
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1,735 | Fallin’ | JAY-Z | [Chorus: Bilal]
I know I shouldn’t of did that
I know it's gon' come right back
I know it's gon' destroy everything I made
It's probably gon' get ya boy sent away
But this game I play, ain't no way to fix it
It's inevitable that I'm... (fallin')
[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Uhh, said where I would stop before I even started
When I get to one brick, then the game I would depart with
Got to one brick then I looked to the sky like:
"Sorry, God, I lied, but give me one more try" (try)
Got to two bricks, new cars, new whips
But niggas never learn until they end up in the news clip
The irony of selling drugs is sort of like you using it
Guess it's two sides to what substance abuse is
Can't stop, won't stop, addicted to this new shit
Brand new convertibles, I'm so ruthless
Front row fight night, see how big my tube is
Fuck HD, nigga, see how clear my view is?
But there's a price for overdoing it
Doing it this big'll put you on the map, stick-up kids is out to tax
Plus the FBI boys with the cameras in the back
Damn...
You might also like[Chorus: Bilal (Jay-Z)]
I know I shouldn’t of did that
I know it's gon' come right back
I know it's gon' destroy everything I made
It's probably gon' get ya boy sent away
But this game I play, ain't no way to fix it
It's inevitable (now ya) fallin'
[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
When you should've fell back
Now you (fallin'), right into they lap
Fallin', they applauding, they screaming at the screen
Damn, you fucked up like your favorite movie scene
Godfather, Goodfellas, Scarface, Casino
You seen what that last run did to De Niro in Heat
Can't beat the odds, can't cheat the Gods
Can't blow too hard, life's a deck of cards
Now your tumbling is humbling, you're falling, you're mumbling
Under your breath like you knew this day was coming (fallin')
Now let's pray that arm candy
That you left your ex for stay down and come in handy
'Cause come January it gets cold, when the letters start to slow
And your commissary's low and lawyers screams appeal
Only thinking about a bill and your chances are nil
Damn, gravity's ill...
[Chorus: Bilal (Jay-Z)]
I know I shouldn’t of did that
I know it's gon' come right back
I know it's gon' destroy everything I made
It's probably gon' get ya boy sent away
But this game I play, ain't no way to fix it
It's inevitable (but ya) fallin'
[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
And you can't get up
All you do is push-up, pull-up, sit-up
Locked down the town now belongs to the squares
Who said they won't make the same mistake that got you there
And your arm candy sweet on 'em
And the women that you left for this heifer
Got a college degree coming
Bad news keeps coming, hard to keep something on your stomach
You're sick about what your life is becoming (fallin')
But your use-to's, has-beens, ragging bad about all the new dudes
Talking tough on the YouTube 'bout what you used to do
But that's old school to the new crew
They doing numbers like Sudoku
They're the new you, and it's damn near inevitable
They'll experience déja vu too
Fight and you'll never survive
Run and you'll never escape, so just fall from grace
Damn...
[Chorus: Bilal]
I know I shouldn’t of did that
I know it's gon' come right back
I know it's gon' destroy everything I made
It's probably gon' get ya boy sent away
But this game I play, ain't no way to fix it
It's inevitable that I'm
[Outro: Bilal]
Fallin', seems like I'm fallin'
Fallin', seems like I'm fallin'
Fallin', seems like I'm fallin'
Fallin', seems like I'm fallin'
Fallin', seems like I'm fallin'
Fallin', seems like I'm fallin'
Fallin', seems like I'm fallin'2 | Hip-HopRap | 6 | 11 | 2,007 | 60,576 |
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1,736 | My 1st Song | JAY-Z | [Produced by Aqua and 3H]
[Intro: Jay-Z & The Notorious B.I.G. sample]
Well, I'ma s—try to stay above water, you know?
Just stay busy, stay working
Puff told me, like, "The key to this joint—
The key to staying on top of things is treat everything like it's your first project, know what I'm saying?
Like it's your first day, like, while—when you was an intern
Like, that's how you try to treat things—like, just stay hungry"
Ugh, ugh, ugh (Yes, yes)
[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Y'all wanna know why he don't stop?
Y'all wanna know why he don't flop?
Let me tell you pe-people why
Came from the bottom of the block, I—
When I was born, it was sworn:
I was never gon' be shit
Had to pull the opposite out this bitch
Had to get my ri-ide on (Rider)
"Eyes on the prize, Shawn"
Knew I had to, had to, had to get these chips
Had to make moves like Olajuwon
Started out selling dimes and nicks
Graduated to a brick, no exaggeration
My infatuation with the strip legendary
Like a schoolboy crushin' on
Merely nearly-every-every chick (Woo)
Heavy shit—that's how schoolboy got whipped
And got left on some "just me, myself, and I"
On some Trugoy shit
Had to voyage to a place of
To a place of no return
Had to play with fire and get burned
Only way the boy ever gon' learn
Had to lay in wait in the cut 'til I finally got my turn
Now, I'm on top in the spot that I earned
You might also like[Chorus: JAY-Z]
It's my life
It's my pain and my struggle
The song that I sing to you is my everything
Treat my first like my last (It's my life)
And my last like my first (Ugh)
And my thirst is the same as when I came
It's my joy and my tears and my laughter it brings to me (Yeah)
It's my everything
[Verse 2: JAY-Z]
Like I never rode in a limo
Like I just dropped flows to a demo (Woo)
Like it's '92 again and
And I got O's in the rental (Ugh)
Back in the Stu' again, no problemo
Was a whole lot simple; when you think back
You thought that you would never make it this far; then you—
Take advantage of the luck you handed
Or the talent you been given
Ain't no half-steppin'; ain't no, no slippin'
Ain't no different from a block that's hittin'
Gotta get it while the getting's good
Gotta strike while the iron's hot
When you stop, then you gotta bid it good riddance
Goodbye! This is my second major breakup
My first was with a pager
With a hoopty, a cook-pot, and the game
This one's with the stu', with the stage, with the fortune—
Well, maybe not the fortune—but certainly the fame
[Chorus: JAY-Z]
It's my life—it's my pain and my struggle (Ugh)
The songs that I sing to you is my everything
Treat my first like my last and my last like my first
And my thirst is the same as when I came (Ugh-ugh)
It's my joy and my tears and my laughter it brings to me
It's my everything (Ugh-ugh)
Treat my first like my last
And my last like my first (Ugh-ugh, ugh-ugh)
And my thirst like the first song I sang
[Outro: JAY-Z]
Woo, ugh
It's like the blues, nigga
We gon' ride out on this one
Ty-Ty, B-High
Yo High, remember you was making them baskets for them niggas at radio and shit?
(Clark Kent)
That was good looking-out, nigga
(Carlene)
Who ever thought we'd make it this far, homie?
(Sha)
They can't stop us, know what I'm sayin'?
(Lenny S)
Dame, what up?
(Robbing the bank)
Niggas thought we was crazy, man (Haha)
Remember, wh—uh, you had that fucked-up-ass handwriting
You was writing all the numbers that we was spending down for the videos we was doing ourselves (Yes)
(Ski, what up? Original Flavor in the house)
Your accounting was crazy wrong and shit, but we—we still put it together
Biggs, what's up?
'Member we went to St. Thomas, and, uh—
(John Meneilly)
—your dog peed on homie leg and shit at his crib
(I think that was Ruby)
And they was having a lil' trouble with the pool
You and Ty-Ty was laughing
Emory was there—what up, Emory? (Ugh-ugh, ugh-ugh)
What up, Ty? (Ugh-ugh, ugh-ugh)
Hip-Hop—what up, man?
Ayy, ayy, Hop—you ain't—you ain't have no, uh—
You ain't have no muh'fucking seat on your b—on your bicycle
Now, you, uh, the head of black music
That's what I'm talking 'bout right there, homie
Gee—what up, Gee?
(Yessir)
E'erybody in the Roc
Hey, Guru, I know you spoiled, man
I be taking them shits in one take
You gonna have to punch niggas' shit
(Stiggity)
You gon' be tight?
OG Juan, what up? I'm a lil' upset that you wasn't involved in this whole process, but it's all good
What's up, Dez?
My whole family, my nephews, Ti-Ti
Cousin Angie, what's up?
(Bey, Bey, Bey, Bey)
Mom, you made the album—how crazy is that?
Bob-a-Lob, rest in peace
My pops, rest in peace (What's up A.J.?)
Biggie Smalls, rest in peace
Ugh-ugh, ugh-ugh, ugh-ugh, ugh-ugh
Nigga, I—I'm 'bout to go golfing, man
Ayy, I might even have me a cappuccino—fuck it!
I'm going somewhere nice where no mosquitoes at, nigga
Holler at me!
It's your boy! {*headphones fall*}24 | Hip-HopRap | 14 | 11 | 2,003 | 224,340 |
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1,738 | You Know My Steez | Gang Starr | [Guru talking]
That makes me know that what we're doing
We had the right idea in the beginning
And and we just need to maintain our focus and elevate
We what we do we update our formulas
We have certain formulas but we update em (oh right)
With the times and everything y'know
So y'know the rhyme style is elevated
The style of beats is elevated but it's still Guru and Premier
And it's always a message involved
[Intro]
The real (The real)
Hip-hop (Hip-hop)
MCing (MCing), and DJing (DJing)
From your own mind (From your own mind)
You know? (You know?)
I, I guess right now we should start the show
[Verse 1: Guru]
Who's the suspicious character
Strapped with the sounds profound?
Similar to rounds spit by Derringers
You're in the Terrordome, like my man Chuck D said
It's time to dethrone you clones and all you knuckleheads
‘Cause MC's have used up extended warranties
While real MC's and DJ's are a minority
But right about now, I use my authority
‘Cause I'm like the Wizard, and you look lost like Dorothy
The horror be when I return for my real people
Words that split wigs hittin' like some double Desert Eagles
Sportin' caps pulled low, and baggy slacks
Subtractin' all the rappers who lack over Premier's tracks
Severe facts have brought this rap game to near collapse
So as I have in the past, I whoop ass
that be hotter than sex and candle wax
And one-dimensional MC's can't handle that
While the world's revolvin' on its axis
I come with mad lovin', plus the illest warlike tactics
The wilderness is filled with this
So many people searchin' for false bliss
I'm here with the skills you've missed
The rejected stone is now the cornerstone
Sorta like the master builder when I make my way home
You know my steez
You might also like[Hook]
You know my steez
Let 'em know, do your thing, God
Keep it live (Keep it live, keep it live)
To the beat y'all
[Verse 2]
The beat is sinister, Premo makes you relax
I'm like the minister, when I be lacin' the wax
I be bringin' salvation through the way that I rap
And you know, and I know, I'm nice like that
Work through worldly problems, I got the healing power
When the mic's within my reach, I'm feelin' more power
Stealin' at least three minutes of every rap radio hour
It's often easier for one to give advice
Than it is for a person to run one's own life
That's why I can't be caught up in all the hype
I keep my soul tight and let these lines take flight
The apparatus gets blessed, and suckers get put to rest
No more of the unpure, I got the cure for this mess
The wackness is spreadin' like the plague
MC's lucked up and got paid
But still can't make the fuckin' grade
How many times are wannabes gonna lie?
Yo, they must wanna fry
They can't touch the knowledge I personify
I travel through the darkness carryin' my torch
The illest soldier, when I'm holdin' down the fort
You know my steez
(You know my steez)
[Hook]
Let 'em know, do your thing, God
Keep it live (Keep it live)
You know my steez
Let 'em know, do your thing, God
Keep it live (Keep it live)
You know my steez
Let 'em know, do your thing, God
Keep it live (Keep it live)
You know my steez
Let 'em know, do your thing, God
Keep it live (Keep it live)
The mic
[Verse 3]
On the microphone, you know that I'm one of the best yet
Some punks ain't paid all of their debts yet
Tryin' to be fly, ridin' high on the jet
Set with juvenile rhymes, makin' fake-ass death threats
Big deal, like En Vogue, here's somethin' you can feel
Styles more tangible, and image more real
For some time now, I've held the scrolls and manuscripts
When it's time to go all out, you be like, "Damn, he flipped!"
Now I'm sick, fed up with the bullshit
Got the lyrical full clip, givin' you a verbal asswhip
Don't trip, it's the gifted prolific one
Known as Bald Head Slick, why is the press all on my di-dick?
My style be wilder than a kamikaze pilot
Don't try it, I'm about to start more than a friggin' riot
Styles unsurpassable, and nuccas that's suckas
Yo, them motherfuckers are harrassable
For I be speakin' from my parables and carry you beyond
The mic's either a magic wand
Or it gets tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb
Then I grab your palm, no pulse, you're gone
And if you thought we'd lose our niche
In this rap shit, you way wrong
I stay up, I stay on, shine bright like neon
Your song's pathetic, synthetic like Rayon
Fat beats, they play on
Want dope rhymes? Put me on
Word is bond
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1,741 | Last Call | J. Cole | [Intro]
La-la-la-laaaa, la lala la lalaaaa
[Chorus]
Now I am (Here's to the Roc')
Hey and they ask and they ask and they ask and I tell them
(Here's to Roc-a-Fella) It's the Fayettenam
Raise your glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky and
(Here's to the Roc')
This is the last call for alcohol
This is the warm-up
[Verse 1]
Now to the few niggas out there who heard my last shit
Which if I must say so myself that was a classic
I never been the type to ride my own coat tail
But it's obvious I'm here to stay, a fucking hotel
I came up, I warmed up
The next up, I blow up!
If you ain't peep the trend by now with each rap I go up
Look all he wanted was a deal so when he got it he just faded
But tell me what's a deal when you want to be the greatest?
So Jay I appreciate it, hell of a stepping stone
Wonder if he see it in my eyes I'm trying to get the throne
Wonder if the people know how many nights I spent alone
Making beats writing rhymes, thinking deep fighting time
I'm getting better but wasn't getting younger
And all that time can make the most confident nigga wonder
But never doubt it or allowed that shit to phase me yo
Just switch my thoughts up like the stations on the radio nigga now I am
You might also like[Chorus]
And they ask and they ask and they ask and I tell them
It's the Fayettenam
Put your glasses and your glasses and your glasses to the sky
This is the last call for alcohol
This is the warm-up!
So get your back up off the wall
[Verse 2]
Now may I never slip up or let my grip up
I know my girl be praying Lord just keep his pants zipped up -
Now if some groupie bitch is on his dick then make it's stiff up, at least give the nigga common sense to wrap his dick up
Toast, let’s lift up our glasses, then sip up
We fly past they look up
They don't last they give up
They don't blast we clip up then empty
And indeed we hit the target yes these niggas think they the shit and they ain't even farted yet
Style incomplete like a garbage ass quarterback
My offense is for real, ay fuck sack, niggas getting coffined in the Ville
Way too often and it feels wrong
New York niggas fuck with me, I got 'em singing Ville songs
Guess it's only right because we grew up singing they shit
Big shit, Mase shit, Nas shit, Jay shit
Time for a Carolina nigga to take his place with the greats
A slim nigga making bold statement
Uh, ay J. Cole how you do that there? I hear you blowing up my nigga
I'm like, true that yea
In NY but smile every time I flew back there
That Carolina, Fayettenam oh yea my crew back there
I go home been so long they saying, you back here? -
Took a turn for the worst boy don't move back here
Don't do that, yo who dat?
He rep the Ville when he spit it told you he be back with a record deal and he did it
Nigga, fuck spinning on my pivot homie, I'm finna travel till 'refs blow the whistle on me
I got a whole fucking city that's just sitting on me
But it fits on my back, my state is sitting on that
Will I drop? I think not I get up while they stop-like a sleeve on tank tops
They ain't give it all they got so they flop
So hey watch, how I'm finna take their spot
Now I'm starting and they not-let me show you how to stay hot
I play not, man I'm killing em even your idols feeling em dog
The same nigga used to chill in the mall
While they were still in the mall, I was up there spilling my rap
The hero fighting villains just to put the Ville on the map
[Chorus]
And they ask and they ask and they ask and I tell them
It's the Fayettenam
Put your glasses and your glasses and your glasses to the sky
This is the last call for alcohol
This is the warm-up!
So get your back up off the wall
[Outro]
Yeah man so shit, this was The Warm Up
Um, what can I say, what can I say?
If you heard The Come Up that was about just a lil nigga from North Carolina man
Fayettnam to be exact
Moved to NYC, chasing the dream
I used college, if y'all niggas don't know, I used college as a tool to get to New York
I ain't have no family up here or nothing like that, I came up here on a scholarship, nigga went to college
And the whole time I ain't even think I would have to finish college, I just thought I'd be signed by my freshman year so I wouldn't have to finish college
But it didn't happen like that obviously, a nigga graduated and things started falling into place
I got more focused, I dropped The Come Up
And I look at The Come Up like, how kinda like how I was in high school
Just picture this, The Warm Up is about a nigga who did not make the team when he tried out and I know it's a lotta niggas who know that feeling man
You try out, you think you deserve to be one the team and you go that day to look at the cut-list
You wake up and you can't even sleep, you're like, "Damn I'm gon' make the team, I did my thing at tryouts."
You go to the list. All the niggas is looking at their names on the list, some niggas is like, "Aww shit I see my name nigga I'm good, I'm good nigga I'm good, I see my name."
And you're looking for your name, and you kinda play in the back, tryna wait for niggas to clear out cause you're not sure
And you go to the list and your name ain't there
And you're like, "How the fuck did I not make this team? I'm better than him, I'm better than him, I'm better than him."
So a lotta niggas either quit or some niggas go harder and so that's kinda how I took the rap shit when I put out The Come Up
Cause ever since I was 15 I thought I was supposed to be signed
But you know, shit, everything happens for a reason
So shit fast forward to The Warm Up, this just me, like you know, me being that nigga that's practicing and making sure it's no way, it's undeniable that when I go to tryouts, there's no fucking way the coach is passing up on me, my nigga
So that's what this whole mixtape was about and lo and behold, you know
As I'm finishing the mixtape, the deal comes
Thank God, I'm blessed. Everything happens for a reason. And it couldn't have been with a more fucking, with a better fucking squad
You know the niggas I got on the squad if you listen to this then you might have heard who I signed with, I ain't even gon' blast it off like that
Shoutouts to, you know, Mark Pitts, definitely
Shoutout to my nigga Mike Rooney, my nigga E, shoutout to my whole fucking crew, man
That's The Warm Up is about man
RG what's good, Mike Shaw, my nigga Mez, Mez held me down, nigga
More than anybody in the whole fucking, in the whole crew, honestly
So shit, let's get it, man
We got a lotta shit for '09, '010, '011, '0 goddamn 35
That's all I got man, that's The Warm Up
I made the team
So when you go from making the team, now what you gotta do nigga, you gotta start
You gotta be a starter, you gotta make it to college
You gotta make it from college to the league, nigga
Trust me, I ain't get no deal and fucking relax man
I feel like I ain't made it yet period nigga
And that's all I really gotta say yo, it's The Warm Up
Thank you for listening man
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1,742 | Why? (Remix) | Jadakiss | [Intro: Anthony Hamilton & Jadakiss]
All that I'm given
It's this pain that I'm living (The remix, the remix)
They got me in the system
Why they gotta do me like that?
[Verse 1: Styles P]
Why is garbage music sellin' a lot?
Why is the music industry state of mind real far from Hip-Hop?
Why vote Republican if you Black?
Why build more jails, less schools 'cause we under attack?
Why keep the four pound in the air?
The revolution will not be televised, get from 'round here
Why keep my right fist in the sky?
I let them know that "We Gonna Make It", don't plan our demise
Why you gotta teach your kids on your own?
'Cause when you get in the zone, they bringing you in, you both getting cloned
Why we still gotta pray to Allah?
It's Hip-Hop, this the New World Order and they playin' us hard
Why rappers getting protection?
Why the country ain't flipped when they jerked the votes the last election?
Why die for all my beliefs?
I gotta look at my kids I rather smile then cry when he's sleep
That's why
[Chorus: Anthony Hamilton]
Why? Why they got me strugglin', why?
All the brothers locked behind bars, why they pinning me?
Chained up in the system going crazy
I better leave my pistol on, why?
See Jadakiss LiveGet tickets as low as $41You might also like[Verse 2: Common]
Why do niggas say I changed for a girl?
Why you worried 'bout my clothes if my flow gon' change the world?
Why you wait 'til you 30 then try to be hard?
Why I gotta have religion if I believe in God?
Why is Bush acting like he trying to get Osama?
Why don't we impeach him and elect Obama?
Why ain't Rick James remembered for classic hits?
Why do we remember Rick for smackin' a bitch?
Why did Ricky Williams retire? They mad in Miami
Why did Justin sell Janet out and go to the Grammy's?
Why you kill on every song? Why you frown at the screen?
So many thrones, why we argue who is the King?
Why it's over for gangsta? Why it's over for bling?
Why they hype Britney up? They know she can't sing
Why a whip and a chain the Black American dream?
Why I know it in my heart it remains unseen?
Why?
[Chorus: Anthony Hamilton]
Why? Why they got me strugglin', why?
All the brothers locked behind bars, why they pinning me?
Chained up in the system going crazy
I better leave my pistol on, why?
[Interlude: Nas]
Ayy ‘Kiss, they wanna hide from the truth
Your comrade Nas right here with you. Let’s go
[Verse 3: Nas]
Registered voter not blood of a Panther, why is the question
What is the answer, got a suggestion, here's an example
Won't we build our own airline, states, and highways?
Fly to Africa, do some trades with Zimbabwe
Why did Malcolm's mission die with the man?
Why we ain't pick it up where he left it and carry out his plan?
Why the merger try to exclude L.A. Reid?
He brought you Usher, OutKast top-selling CD's
Why do half America got AIDS?
Why do schools care about your son's braids more than they care for his grades?
Why they hate our white t-shirts and hats turned backwards?
And why is Jesus Christ never played by Black actors?
And why there ain't a MC that can touch me nor budge me?
And why is Nas the best thing in rap since Chuck D?
And why this record ain't sell 5 mill yet?
Jada's as real as it get put my money where my mouth is
Let's do something bout this
[Chorus: Anthony Hamilton]
Why? Job's are getting so hard, why?
All the brothers locked behind bars, why they pinning me?
Chained up in the system going crazy
I better leave my pistol on, why?
[Verse 4: Jadakiss]
Uh, yeah, yo, by thugs I'm surrounded
Tell me why is it the money motivates me but the love keeps me grounded? (I don't know)
Why my cases ain't get thrown out?
Why Team USA keep gettin' blown out?
Why the Democratic Party ain't gettin' with me?
Why they still hangin' Black bodies in Mississippi?
Yea, why did Governor McGreevey get caught with a lizard?
Why they take away Shyne's phone calls and visits?
Why I been hot for 7 years?
Why the new M5 come with 7 gears?
Please tell me why y'all keep makin' that trash?
Why they reinstating the draft, why is it so much hatin' you have?
And why sell records and keep workin'?
Why we go on stage with the bread with the feet workin'?
It's real, why when a love one die you miss them?
Why it took for me to make "Why" for y'all to listen?
[Chorus: Anthony Hamilton]
Why? Why they got me strugglin', why?
Got a brothers bustin', why they pinning me?
Chained up in the system going crazy
I better leave my pistol on, why?
Job's are getting so hard, why?
All the brothers locked behind bars, why they pinning me?
Chained up in the system going crazy
I better leave my pistol on, why?
Why they got me strugglin', why?
Got a brothers bustin', why they pinning me?
Chained up in the system going crazy
I better leave my pistol on, why?
Job's are getting so hard, why?
All the brothers locked behind bars, why they pinning me?
Chained up in the system going crazy
I better leave my pistol on, why?
[Outro: Anthony Hamilton]
Why? Oh, why? (Crazy)
Why? Got me locked up in the pin
Why? (Ride with me)
Oh Why? (Going crazy)
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1,743 | Meet the Parents | JAY-Z | [Intro]
Woo! Uhh, uhh
It's The Gift and the Curse
Uhh, uhh, yeah
First they love me then they hate me then they love me again
They love me again (Uhh)
Let's take a trip down
I gotcha
[Verse]
Let's take a trip down memory lane at the cemetery
Rain, grey skies, seems at the end of every
Young black life is this line, "Damn, him already?
Such a good kid," got us pourin' Henn' already
Liquor to the curb for my niggas up above
When it cracks through the pavement, that's my way of sendin' love
So give BIG a hug, tell Aaliyah I said, "Hi"
'Til the next time I see her, on the other side
He was just some thug that caught some slugs
And we loved him 'cause, in him, we saw some of us
He walked like us, talked like us
His back against the wall, nigga fought like us, damn
Poor Isis, that's his mama name
Mama ain't strong enough to raise no boy, what's his father name?
Shorty never knew him, though he had his blood in him
Hot temper, mama said he act just like her husband
Daddy never fucked with him, so the streets raised him
Isis blamin' herself, she wish she could've saved him
Damn near impossible, only men can raise men
He was his own man, not even him can save him
He put his faith in a .38 in his waist
But when you live by the gun, you die by the same fate
End up dead before 38 and umm
That's the life of us raised by winter, it's a cold world
Ol' girl turned to coke, tried to smoke her pain away
Isis' life just ended on that rainy day
When she got the news her boy body could be viewed
Down at the city morgue, opened the drawer, saw him nude
Her addiction grew, prescription drugs, sippin' brew
Angel dust dipped in woo!
She slipped into her own fantasy world
Had herself pregnant by a different dude
But reality bites and this is her life
He wasn't really her husband, though he called her wife
It was just this night when moon was full
And the stars were just right, and the dress was real tight
Had her soundin' like Lisa Lisa
I wonder if I take you home, will you still love me after this night?
Mike was the hard head from around the way
That she wanted all her life, shit, she wanted all the hype
Used to hold on tight when he wheelied on the bike
He was a Willie all her life, he wasn't really the one to like
It was a dude named Sha who would really treat her right
He wanted to run to the country to escape the city life
But Isis liked this Broadway life
She loved the Gucci sneakers, the red, green and whites
Hangin' out the window when she first seen him fight
She was so turned on that she had to shower twice
How ironic it would be some fight that
Turned into a homicide that'll alter their life
See Mike at 32 was still on the scene
Had a son, 15, that he never saw twice
Sure he saw him as an infant, but he disowned him like
"If that was my son, he would look much different
See I'm light-skinned and that baby there's dark"
So it's mama's baby, papa's maybe
Mike was still crazy out there runnin' the streets (Fuck niggas want?)
Had his old reliable .38 gun in his reach
It's been fourteen years, him and Isis ain't speak
He runnin' around like life's a peach
'Til one day, he approached this thug that had a mean mug
And it looked so familiar that he called him "Young Cuz"
Told him get off the strip but the boy ain't budge (Fuck you)
Instead he pulled out a newer .38 snub
He clearly had the drop but the boy just paused (Hold up)
There was somethin' in this man's face he knew he seen before
It's like lookin' in the mirror, seein' his self more mature
And he took it as a sign from the Almighty Lord
You know what they say about he who hesitates in war
(What's that?) He who hesitates is lost
He can't explain what he saw before his picture went blank
The old man didn't think, he just followed his instinct
Six shots into his kin out of the gun
Niggas be a father, you're killin' your son
Six shots into his kin out of the gun
Niggas, be a father, you killin' your sons
You might also like[Outro]
Meet the parents (The parents, the parents, the parents)
(The parents, the parents, the parents, the parents)
(The parents, the parents, the parents, the parents)
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1,744 | My President (Remix) | JAY-Z | [Hook]
My president is black, my Maybach too
And I'll be goddamned if my diamonds ain't blue
My money's dark green and my Porsche is light grey
And I'm headed for D.C., anybody feel me?
My president is black, my Maybach too
And I'll be goddamned if my diamonds ain't blue
My money's dark green and my Porsche is light grey
And I'm headed for D.C., anybody feel me?
[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
My president is black, in fact he's half-white
So even in a racist mind he's half right
If you have racist mind you'll be a'ight
My President is black, but his house is all white
Rosa Parks sat so Martin Luther could walk
Martin Luther walked so Barack Obama could run
Barack Obama ran so all the children could fly
So I'ma spread my wings, you can meet me in the sky
I already got my own clothes, already got my own shoes
I was hot before Barack, imagine what I'm gonna do
Hello Miss America, hey pretty lady
Red, white, and blue flag, wave for me, baby
Never thought I'd say this shit, baby, I'm good
You can keep your puss, I don't want no more Bush
No more war, no more Iraq
No more white lies, the president is black
You might also like[Hook]
My president is black, my Maybach too
And I'll be goddamned if my diamonds ain't blue
My money's dark green and my Porsche is light grey
And I'm headed for D.C., anybody feel me?
My president is black, my Maybach too
And I'll be goddamned if my diamonds ain't blue
My money's dark green and my Porsche is light grey
And I'm headed for D.C., anybody feel me?
[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
Good morning, America, sorry I woke ya
I just had to say what's on my mind, like Oprah
Got the whole world like wide open, his mouth
Same reason during Katrina that he opened his house
Helped raise food, helped raise water so
God knows who can feed their son or their daughter
Say what I wanna say cause I'ma say, say it
Say what I'm gonna say cause I'm a taxpayer
Bill O'Reilly, eat a dick, nice try
You're really being a racist asshole in a nice tie
And tell Dennis Miller his show suck anyway
And I rather watch Jimmy Kimmel any day
I got some white friends and a white Benz
Parked out front and, yeah, also white rims
'Cept my president is black and I'ma be heard
Don't ever try to tell me now I can't say the b word
My president is black, my Lambo's blue
And I'll be goddamn if my rims ain't too
My money's light green and my jewels light gray
I'm in a lux t-white, nah I much too paid
My president is black, my Lambo's blue
And I'll be goddamn if my rims ain't too
My money's light green and my jewels light gray
I'm in a lux t-white, nah I much too paid
(How much did you pay?)
My president is black
My Blackberry is too though by the way
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1,745 | Adrenaline | Cam’ron | [Intro: Cam'ron]
Killa, Psycho Drama, Twista
Chi-Town to Harlem, what's really good?
[Break: Yung Buk of Psycho Drama and Twista]
Part 2, what happens, when you combine the darkness, with the light?
[Verse 1: Yung Buk of Psycho Drama (Cam'ron)]
Yeah, I am more than compelled and honored to expel
This hell that's inside of my shell for fuckers who want it
Violence, yeah that bullshit right up my alley
Chasing you right up the alley
With a gun fixin' to kill you cause I feel you was the one
Fuckin' with my family (Psycho Drama)
I roll with a gang of go-getters, and them ghouls and them gorillas
Who be quick to put the Glock
Or the gauge to the gut of one of your niggas and pull it
(Psycho Drama)
The trigga and deliver you niggas these rigorous bullets
It's so rivetin' to see you livin' in vengeance sit up
And shrivel to pudding
Fuckin with niggas you shouldn't
These menaces and villains and hoodlums
That'll give you the business
And in an instant be diminishin' whoopin'
'Cause it ain't no type of jokin' or jivin' comin' off of this
You done somersaulted and dived in a coffin of shit
So if you ever get the notion to just motion forward
And get on some hoe shit
You niggas remember that I got that potion
To bore your brain in a bag
And give you a new perspective on who the realest y'all
(Psycho Drama) you just can't kill one you stupid bitch
You got to kill us all..
You might also like[Verse 2: Twista]
What can I say to make you see how the fuck I feel
To make me wanna run up in ya home
Shoot you in the dome, if you bustin my body up with the chrome
I still'll be in the zone like Capone
Better leave me alone, cause I represent the city known for killin' motherfuckers
Makin' plenty money and layin' mack down
Cam, Buk and Twista spittin' gritty competition what a pity
You ain't fuckin' with it then put ya stash down
Come at the family you touched, uh
I'll shoot up ya V-12 even if you with ya female, huh
You was talkin' shit nigga wassup
Fuckin' up ya Sprewell's and ya new interior detail
And a nigga standin' too tall to fall, comin' so I hope y'all can crawl
Bloody up the vest all the wall
Sacrifice my body screamin' Kamikaze, I can take all of y'all...
[Verse 3: Cam'ron]
Y'all niggas play around, guns I wave around
Nigga better stay down, lay down, weigh pounds
Put 'em on the Greyhound, ride it up to K-Town (Chi-Town)
The boy get nasty 'til law enforcement blast me
Sawed-off and I'm happy, raw, where the crack be?
Put it right off of Pulaski
Cross street, don't need to be said
Code red, I already got beef with the Feds
Put three in ya head, from the street full of lead
Fuck knee-deep, you'll be six feet with the dead
Street sweeper when I creep creep, nigga fled (Flii-Flii)
When ya sleep sleep, nigga dead
Right on the back block, fight in the crack spot
Jackpot, ask not yes why not..
[Chorus: Twista & Yung Buk of Psycho Drama]
That's your adrenaline rushhhhh
Like when the motherfucker have to go and pick up the pump
To make his opposition chest kick up and jump
When you lit up the gun, to make ya body get up and uhh
That's your adrenaline rushhhhh
Like when the motherfucker have to go and pick up the pump
To make the trigger pick up and dump
So turn the bass kick up the bump
And let the rhythm hit off the trunk
That's your adrenaline rushhhhh
Like when the motherfucker have to go and pick up the pump
To make his opposition chest kick up and jump
When you lit up the gun, to make ya body get up and uhh
That's your adrenaline rushhhhh
Like when the motherfucker have to go and pick up the pump
To make the trigger pick up and dump
So turn the bass kick up the bump
And let the rhythm hit off the trunk
[Verse 4: Cam'ron]
Ya bitch is a hoe, she chill at the Rucker, you really a sucka
Big Will tryin' to grill her and cuff her
And Killa done fucked her, in love with the chick, the slut was a fish
Threw her bait, reeled her in and gutted the bitch
And now she, up in Poughkeeps-, dick, huggin' the strip, slick
5th tucked in her hip, she will mug you for kicks
And word to, mother I'm rich, hit ya mother with bricks
Coke or ones you build buildings with, concussion the bitch...
[Verse 5: Twista]
Come and feel with the baller who's the nicest
And causin' the crisis
Got the ammo and agility that says rewind means growin' before
And this livin' and pause and this likeness
I can spit it for some who for nigga represent the call of the righteous
Or gang bang to the rhythm when I spit it
I'ma kill 'em with the technical precision
That'll be fuckin' up all the devices
Get sick with it like I'm lit off the wet
If it's beef, get the shit off ya chest
Don't take off ya vest, all my niggas make you jump off the set
And always get the prints of the TEC, straight off the deck
Mobbin' up and makin niggas duck
Knowin' I'll still open up the trunk, guns nigga we get 'em and bust
Murderin' the enemy is the ultimate adrenaline rush
[Chorus: Twista & Yung Buk of Psycho Drama]
That's your adrenaline rushhhhh
Like when the motherfucker have to go and pick up the pump
To make his opposition chest kick up and jump
When you lit up the gun, to make ya body get up and uhh
That's your adrenaline rushhhhh
Like when the motherfucker have to go and pick up the pump
To make the trigger pick up and dump
So turn the bass kick up the bump
And let the rhythm hit off the trunk
That's your adrenaline rushhhhh
Like when the motherfucker have to go and pick up the pump
To make his opposition chest kick up and jump
When you lit up the gun, to make ya body get up and uhh
That's your adrenaline rushhhhh
Like when the motherfucker have to go and pick up the pump
To make the trigger pick up and dump
So turn the bass kick up the bump
And let the rhythm hit off the trunk4 | Comics and Games | 7 | 12 | 2,004 | 8,850 |
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1,747 | Minority Report | JAY-Z | [Intro: excerpts from news reports]
"The damage here along the Gulf coast is catastrophic
There's a frantic effort underway tonight to find survivors
There are an uncounted number of the dead tonight."
"People are being forced to live like animals."
"Please... send stuff here. We are desperate."
"No one says the federal government is doing a good job."
"...and hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of people ..."
"No water... yeah, and I fought for my country for years."
"We need help. We really need help."
"In Baghdad, they-they drop, they airdrop - water, food to people
Why can't they do that for their own people?"
"...the same idiots can't get a bottle of water into a
Major American city in three days are trying to win a war"
[Verse: Jay-Z]
People was poor before the hurricane came
Before the downpour poured, it was like when Mary J. sang
Everyday it rains, so everyday the pain
Went ignored and I'm sure ignorance was to blame
But life is a chain, cause and effected
Niggas off the chain, because they affected
It's a dirty game, it's whatever is effective
From weed to sellin' 'caine, gotta put that in effect, shit
Wouldn't you loot? If you didn't have the loot
Baby needed food and you was stuck on the roof
And helicopters swoop down just to get a scoop
Through his telescopic lens, but he didn't scoop you
And the next five days, no help ensued
They called you a refugee because you seek refuge
And the Commander-in-Chief, just flew by
Didn't stop, I know he had a couple seats
Just rude Jet blue, he's not, jet flew by the spot
What if he ran out of jet fuel and just dropped
Huh, that woulda been somethin' to watch
Helicopters doin' fly-bys to take a couple shots
Couple portraits, then ignored 'em
He’d be just another Bush surrounded by a couple orchids
Poor kids, just 'cause they was poor kids
Left them on they porches, same old story in New Orleans
Silly rappers, cause we got a couple Porsches
MTV stopped by to film our fortresses
We forget the unfortunate
Sure, I ponied up a mil' but I didn't give my time
So in reality I didn't give a dime
Or a damn, I just put my monies in the hands
Of the same people that left my people stranded
Nothin' but a bandit, left them folks abandoned
Damn, that money we gave was just a band-aid
Can't say we better off than we was before
In synopsis, this is my Minority Report
Can't say we better off than we was before
In synopsis, this is my Minority Report
You might also like[Bridge: Ne-Yo]
So many times I'm, coverin' my eyes
Peekin' through my fingers, tryin' to hide my
Frustration, at the way, that we treat
(Seems like we don't even care)
Turn on the TV, seein' the pain
Sayin' such a shame, then tryin' to go on with my life
Of that, I too am guilty
(Seems like we don't even care)
So we send a little money, tell 'em it's alright
To be able to sleep at night
You will pay that price, but some of these folks
Has lost they whole life
(Seems like we don't even care)
And then it wasn't on the nightly news no mo'
Suddenly it didn't matter to you no mo'
It went on and almost nothin' changed
What the hell were they there for?
(Seems like we don't even care)
[Outro - more news excerpts (Ne-Yo)]
Bush: "Buses are on the way to take those
People from New Orleans, to Houston"
(Seems like we don't even care)
"They lie"
"People are dying, at the Convention Center" (ohh)
"Their government has failed them" (ohh)
Kanye West: "George Bush doesn't care about black people"
(Seems like we don't even care)
(Seems like we don't even care)7 | Hip-HopRap | 21 | 11 | 2,006 | 32,081 |
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1,749 | Forever | T-Pain | [Intro: Young Cash and T-Pain]
Leon County nigga!
(Okay, yeah!)
Duval County, nigga!
(Okay, yeah!)
Let's go!
(Pizzle, yeah!)
Young Cash!
(Nappy Boooooooooy!)
What you wanna do, Pain?
You wanna rap, nigga?
You wanna sing, nigga?
We do it all, shit!
(Hey you can take the auto-tune off)
(I'mma just, I'mma do it like this)
(Okay, let's go)
C'mon!
[Verse 1: T-Pain]
Last name, Pizzle
First name, Teddy
Distributin' that R&B 'caine like Eddie
Due to all these motherfuckers hatin' so heavy
I done got enough bread to buy twenty more Chevies
All these bitches wanna suck my stick, Chick-O
Said I got the game wrapped up, burrito
Niggas hatin', I'll forget about it, Guido
All you do is call 9-1-1, Reno
I'd appreciate it if you didn't fuck with me
Cause I don't fuck with rats and yo' hood is a Chuck E. Cheese
Catch that bitch in that car suckin' these
All the seats down cause she still on her fuckin' knees
Yeah, so you wanna hate on me on Twitter, right?
Y'all niggas is internet G's like a gigabyte
Cause @YoungCash'll get up on that kryptonite
MapQuest your address and run up in your shit tonight
Bitch, alright?
See T-Pain LiveGet tickets as low as $40You might also like[Hook: T-Pain]
It may not mean nothin' to y'all
But ain't nobody writin' the songs for me
They hatin' cause I'm doin' it all
I can do this shit forever man (ever man, ever man)
And I ain't hesitatin' at all
Cause I got niggas totin' the gun for me
And we can do whatever we want
I can do this shit forever man (ever man, ever man)
(Ever man, ever man)
(Shit, e-e-e-e-e-e-e-ever man, ever man)
[Verse 2: Young Cash]
Last name, Galaxy
First name, Joey
Run up on a gansta, pussy nigga, you don't know me
Call cash a virgin, I never get fucked, boy
Fire on deck and another in the trunk, boy
Dead Presidents in my pocket (plenty)
Got goons in Georgia and all (?)
Guns imported straight from Zamunda (City)
We party, party, party, get wasted (Rémy)
Act like you don't know and I will make you a believer
My mama said my daddy was a G, and I believe her
Both of y'all dogs like a golden retriever
You see the apple don't fall far from the tree, bro
Life, can't complain, but I might go to prison
Pain say he got me, dog, so really I ain't trippin'
Only thing I'm missin' is the money and the women
And still I'mma find a way to fuck me some bitches
J, snitches
[Hook]
It may not mean nothin' to y'all
But ain't nobody writin' the songs for me
They hatin' cause I'm doin' it all
I can do this shit forever man (ever man, ever man)
And I ain't hesitatin' at all
Cause I got niggas totin' the gun for me
And we can do whatever we want
I can do this shit forever man (ever man, ever man)
(Ever man, ever man)
(Shit, e-e-e-e-e-e-e-ever man, ever man)
[Verse 3]
{Alternating between T-Pain and Young Cash every two bars, starting with Young Cash}
Cash in the vert, Pain in the Bugatti
15's in the bike kickin' like karate
Pussies get wet every time I say "shawty"
Chevy tall like a flyin' carpet, Teddy Abu Dhabi
Louis on my feet, Kanye West's
Aim for the head, boy, no need for the vests
Teddy protein, bitch, put it in yo' breakfast
I'm fly as fuck like I was related to the Jetsons
(?), who wanna ride with me?
Nine in my Levis, skinny jeans won't fit me
Everyday my birthday, this young nigga gifted
Seven-figure nigga still reppin' 850
Now I'm at the mall, no money, don't trip
Pain got a car the color Whoopie Goldberg's lips
Plus I got a gun the color of yo' girlfriend tongue-ring
They be like, "Them Nappy Boy niggas is on something, this shit bumping"
[Hook] | Hip-HopRap | null | 1 | 2,010 | null |
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1,758 | That Girl | Pharrell Williams | [Intro: Pharrell Williams & Snoop Dogg]
We do this in our sleep, nigga
Yeah
Ever been in love before?
I wanna holla at you, ma
You know it's hard for a player to admit that sometimes
But I'ma spit that sometimes, y'know what I'm sayin?
Ayy, P, give it to me one time nephew
[Chorus: Pharrell Williams & Snoop Dogg]
There's something 'bout this girl man, from around my way
She from around the way
Ever try to hold back your feelings, but it just wouldn't stay
It wouldn't stay, wouldn't stay
But when I finally found the words to say
I wanted to run away (Run away, run away), simply run away, oh
You can try to run and hide, it won't make a difference
You can lie to yourself, let me reason
Sure it hurts when it comes to your attention
That you're in love with the girl
[Verse 1: Pharrell Williams]
Yes sir, that's her
But it wasn't like that back when I met her
The lavish life from all the dough spun
Before the double R had to hitchhike thumb
Her friends didn't like niggas like us
But I arrested the coochie and her feelings got cuffed
Spider web sex must have got caught up
But there's more to it I remember once
Sayin' "Let's shit on the peons
Let's go to Vegas and watch Celine Dion"
Make 'em say "What we on?"
You say no like you was doin' it for eons
Fuck it I just hum and let the watch give off the neons
When it rains it pours, I laugh to myself when I change the score
You said my sex was a lot but my brain gave you more
And somethin' 'bout how your ex was a toy, I guess he played games
It's only diamond dice here not tryin' to justify
But when you shut your eye you can touch the sky
You in trouble ma, and you should pray about speed
But if that's 'bout you, what that say about me?
You might also like[Chorus: Pharrell Williams & Snoop Dogg]
What you say, say, say?
But when I finally found the words to say
I wanted to run away (Run away, run away), simply run away, oh
Check it out, check it out
You can try to run and hide, it won't make a difference
You can lie to yourself, let me reason
Sure it hurts when it comes to your attention
That you're in love with the girl
[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
See I'm a crip in dark blue Chucks
And I does what I does yeah I might say "cuz"
It's really weird cause a nigga got love
Snoop Dogg's a crip and the girl was a blood
She told me that her baby daddy was a thug
Now it is what it is and it was not was
I'm hollerin' at lil mama like what
Monday morn stack tryna get my cheese back
All these memories breed seed to the rhythm rhyme pleaser
Lay back while we sippin' on a breezer
Fresh four pack sittin' in the freezer
Ain't that Kadija I heard she was a skeezer
She used to hit them licks wit' the visas
When I seen her wit the homies I was like "Jesus"
It's been a little minute since I seen her
Hope her man don't run up cause I'll have to pull the nina
[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
There's something 'bout this girl man, from around my way
Ever try to hold back your feelings, but it just wouldn't stay
But when I finally found the words to say
I wanted to run away, simply run away
You can try to run and hide, it won't make a difference
You can lie to yourself, or try to reason
Sure it hurts when it comes to your attention
That you're in love with the girl
[Outro: Pharrell Williams]
There's somethin' 'bout this girl man
There's somethin' 'bout this girl man
There's somethin' 'bout this girl man
There's somethin' 'bout this girl man6 | Pop | 30 | 10 | 2,006 | 72,936 |
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1,759 | Loyalty | Blue Scholars | [Intro]
Patience, understanding, loyalty, loyalty
Bayani, loyalty (got to have)
[Verse 1]
It's more than just a hobby or pastime
Cause 24/7 I'm representin' the Massline
Daily grind, 85, wonder why, maybe I'm
Way behind lately been occupyin' my mind
With the possibility this means we'll all end
With two albums and a handful of people I call friends
And friends I call my comrades, and comrades who stand
Together write a book 'till it ends
Indeed as we be headed in directions getting whole towns polarized
Either love it or leave it, indeed I'm giving credit to the fam who believed it
Preceding the hype of the hyperbole of the media
Even though some people abandon ship on the other hand
Some were skeptical quick, but now they quick to bandwagon up
Saggin' my pants at the cocktail party with the mayor
And later rockin' a party with a thousand in the air
That's a beautiful thing, and if you're new to this thing
Don't front, ask a question, stay humble, do your thing
But just remember you ain't gotta prove a thing
Stand up or fall down thanks for listenin' y'all
[Chorus]
Because I, got your back even if you don't got mine
Grind in the dark when the clock strikes hard times
We ain't nothing if this bond ain't solidified
Give thanks in war time that people still alive
Dignified soldiers who walk with the spirit of 12 million plus lost and found in this lyric
Sound man turn it till the whole town hear it
Either stand up or fall down now if you feel it
Stand up or fall down
Stand up or fall down
While the record goes round stand up or fall down
Stand up or fall down
Stand up or fall down
While the record goes round let the whole town know that it's us
You might also like[Verse 2]
Somebody tell me where the riders and the soldiers are
Before they close the door and go and start a colder war
I see 'em posted up in corner stores holdin' fort
Hopin' for a life from the crack of an open door
And so the storm comes to cleanse without warn
While the youth play with fire just to keep themselves warm
In a cold world, cold people, playin' cold songs
Sold for spare change while the broke hold on
Why they call themselves right, but then act so wrong
Dollar sign challenge why the unemployment line long
No call for the blue collar gettin' low ball
It's a long climb just to get to petty bourgeois
While we, gettin' lifted but forgettin' that we fall
Hit and shake cause your movin' but without the roll call
This is protracted struggle revolutionized patience
Bump this on your right wing radio station
And maybe crack a top 10 daily rotation but until then
You can keep ignorin' what I'm sayin'
But just remember you ain't gotta prove a thing
Stand up or fall down thanks for listenin' y'all
[Chorus]
Because I, got your back even if you don't got mine
Grind in the dark when the clock strikes hard times
We ain't nothing if this bond ain't solidified
Give thanks in war time that people still alive
Dignified soldiers who walk with the spirit of 12 million plus lost and found in this lyric
Sound man turn it till the whole town hear it
Either stand up or fall down now if you feel it
Stand up or fall down
Stand up or fall down
While the record goes round stand up or fall down
Stand up or fall down
Stand up or fall down
While the record goes round let the whole town know that it's us
[Outro]
Patience, understanding, loyalty, loyalty
Bayani, loyalty (got to have)
Patience, understanding, loyalty, (got to have)1 | Rock | 12 | 6 | 2,007 | null |
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1,760 | Young G’s | Diddy | [Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Uh, check it out, uhh (Man, I'm back, man)
I steps in, where the Mo' and the hoes at, baby? (Fuck all that pretty shit)
Taking it back to the gutter for you motherfuckers (Niggas know the deal)
Niggas know who the Don is (Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one)
Peep game, uh, what, what, what
[Verse 1: Puff Daddy]
Out of this world like Mars when I spit these bars
Come fuck with these stars up in luxury cars (Yeah)
With built-in radars to stay free from the cops
Crucial choices to make, like AC or the drop? (Haha)
Are we gon' stop? Shit, man, never my squad go broke
Your squad oughta choke, watch your circle vanish like cigar smoke
Ain't no joke when your ones don't show
Nigga, I know, might say, "Been there, done that" like Dre (Uh-huh)
Through hard work, I earn the vault
Promise God to never look back, or I turn to salt (Yeah)
Got nice watches, nice cars, nice bitches, and rings (C'mon)
Guess it's safe to say a nigga like me got nice things (That's right)
Can't relate to motherfuckers who ain't go no cake (Uh-uh)
When you all fucked up and can't get no break (Uh-huh)
When your fake-ass friends don't help you out when you need it
Be on some real bullshit, politely tell you to beat it (Uh)
Fuck that, get your own, nigga, don't ask me for shit
That's what I did, now they all asking for hits (Yeah)
Nigga, it's on for the simple fact I let it be known
We still fly, but separately, 'cause now I charter my own (C'mon)
Propellers, goodfellas, leave all 'em player-haters jealous
Billboard charts should tell us (Yeah)
They can't touch us, why niggas bring the ruckus?
Because release dates' bigger than Mandela's, motherfuckers
You might also like[Chorus: Kelly Price & Jay-Z]
Just some ghetto boys
Living in these ghetto streets (These ghetto streets)
And every day, they gotta fight to stay alive
It's just reality (Yeah, make you a deal, check)
[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
These here's the dog years and motherfuckers don't shed
I try to bring you life, but motherfuckers want dead
So I travel with the barrel, with the chrome, with the lead
'Cause when it's on, then it's on, the shots flown through your head
I been rich, I been poor, I saved and blown bread
Some say I been here before because of the way I zone
Some said Jigga's zone's like the falling of Rome
Reoccurring, that he thinks like that 'cause he's observant
Won't be known until I'm gone and niggas study my bones
Mentally, been many places, but I'm Brooklyn's own
In the physical, unseen like Allah's body
In fact, my thoughts don't differ much from that of God Body
But it's the R-shotty that got cats likening me to the mob John Gotti
Rap dudes biting me 'cause I got it locked like the late Bob Marley
Pardon me, y'all, the great Bob Marley
Solemnly, we mourn all the rappers that's gone
Niggas that got killed in the field and all the babies born
Know they ain't fully prepared for this New World Order
So I keep it ghetto like sunflower seeds and quarter waters
To walk 'em through it, you know, talk 'em through it
Know these beats is more than music whenever I talk to it
Destined for greatness, and y'all knew this when I doubled the buy
Had a shorty in a girdle coming out of BWI (In school)
I hated algebra, but I loved to multiply
And I told my nigga B.I.G. I'd be multi before I die
And it's gon' happen, whether rapping or clapping, have it your way
'Cause if that's my dough you're trapping, I'm clapping your way, it's for the ghetto
[Chorus: Kelly Price]
Just some ghetto boys
Living in these ghetto streets
And every day they gotta fight to stay alive (To stay alive)
It's just reality (Oh, reality)
[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Damn, it feel good to see people up on it (Uh)
Flipped two keys in two weeks and didn't flaunt it (Uh-huh)
My brain is haunted with mean dreams
GSs with BBs on it, supreme schemes
To get richer than Richie quickly, niggas wanna hit me
If they get me, dress my body in linen by Armani, check it
My lyrical carjack make your brains splat
High-caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough shit
In my circumference, mad bitches with mad lucci
Bulletproof vestses under they Coogis
Spittin' my Uzi, don't lose me, my trigger niggas represent
Driving dirty in J-30s gettin' bent (Uh-huh)
And to my hit hoes, my murder mamis
I be smokin' trees in Belize when they find me
While you still killin' niggas with punani, like Connie
And Cyrus up in Cypress
Fuck you raw, you on the floor with the virus
While I just slang coke, smoke pounds of choke (Uh-huh)
Got lawyers watching lawyers so I won't go broke, now check it
Them country niggas call me Frank White
I'm squirtin' off up in my loft, of course, I know my shit's tight
Sunrise, open my eyes, no surprise
Got my shorty flyin' in with kis taped to her thighs
With all the utensils, who hang my china thing
She half-Black, half-oriental, eighty-six, she got me rental
The situation ain't accidental
[Chorus: Kelly Price & The Notorious B.I.G.]
Just some ghetto boys (What? From a, from a young Gs perspective, uh)
Living in these ghetto streets (What? From a, from a young Gs perspective, uh)
And every day they gotta fight to stay alive
It's just reality (It's just reality)
Just some ghetto boys
Living in these ghetto streets
And every day they gotta fight to stay alive
It's just reality7 | Hip-HopRap | 1 | 7 | 1,997 | 102,356 |
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1,761 | Family Business | Kanye West | [Intro]
How's your son?
(All, all, all tha-thang, thang, all, all tha-thang, thang, thang)
He made the team this year?
Aight, they said he wasn't tall enough
(All, all that glitters is not gold, all gold is not reality, real is what you lays on me)
Ma, we here, we gon' cook this Sunday, okay? So come by
Damn, that's your new girlfriend?
[Verse 1]
This is family business
And this is for the family that can't be with us
And this is for my cousin locked down, know the answer's in us
This why I spit it in my songs so sweet, like a photo of your granny's picture
Now that you're gone, it hit us
Super hard on Thanksgiving and Christmas, this can't be right
Yo, you heard the track I did man? "This Can't Be Life"
Somebody please say grace, so I can save face
And have a reason to cover my face
I even made you a plate, soul food, know how Granny do it
Monkey bread on the side, know how the family do it
When I brought it, why the guard had to look all through it?
As kids, we used to laugh, who knew that life would move this fast?
Who knew I'd have to look at you through a glass?
And look, you tell me you ain't did it, then you ain't did it
And if you did, then that's family business
You might also like[Chorus]
And I don't care about (All, all, diamond ring, diamond ring)
They don't mean a thing
(All, all, all, tha-thang, thang, all, all tha-thang, thang, thang)
All these fancy things
I tell you that all is my weight in gold
(All, all that glitters is not gold, all gold is not reality, real is what you lays on me)
Now all I know I know all these things
[Verse 2]
Yeah, this is family business
And this is for everybody standing with us
Come on, let's take a family Grammy picture
Abi, remember when they ain't believe in me?
Now she like, "See! That's my cousin on TV!"
Now, we gettin' it and we gon' make it
And they gon' hate it, and I'm his favorite
I can't deny it, I'm a straight rider
But when we get together, be Electric Slidin'
Grandma, get 'em shook up
Aw naw, don't open the photobook up
I got a Aunt Ruth that can't remember your name
But I bet them Polaroids'll send her down memory lane
You know that one auntie, you don't mean to be rude
But every holiday nobody eating her food
And you don't wanna stay there 'cause them your worst cousins
Got roaches at they crib like them your first cousins
Act like you ain't took a bath with your cousin
Fit three in the bed if it's six of y'all
I'm talkin' 'bout three by the head and three by the leg
But you ain't have to tell my girl I used to pee in the bed
[Bridge]
Rain, rain, rain, go away
Let the sun come out and all the children say (Uh)
Rain, rain, rain, go away (Yeah)
Let the sun come out and all the children say (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 3]
I woke up early this morning with a new state of mind
A creative way to rhyme without using nines and guns
Keep your nose out the sky, keep your heart to God
And keep your face to the risin' sun
All my niggas from the Chi' is my family, dawg
And my niggas ain't my guys, they my family, dawg
I feel like one day you'll understand me, dawg
You can still love your man and be manly, dawg
You ain't gotta get heated at every housewarmin'
Sittin' here, grillin' people like George Foreman
Why Uncle Ray and Aunt Sheila always performin'?
Second she storm out, then he storm in
Y'all gon' sit down, have a good time this reunion
And drink some wine like Communion
And act like everything fine and if it isn't
We ain't letting everybody in our family business, uh
[Chorus]
(All, all, diamond ring, diamond ring)
They don't mean a thing
(All, all, all tha-thang, thang, all, all tha-thang, thang, thang)
They don't mean a thing
(All, all that glitters is not gold, all gold is not reality, real is what you lays on me)
They don't mean a thing, a thing
And I don't care about (All, all, diamond ring, diamond ring)
They don't mean a thing (All, all, all tha-thang, thang, all, all tha-thang, thang, thang)
All these fancy things
I tell you that all is my weight in gold (All, all that glitters is not gold, all gold is not reality, real is what you lays on me)
And all I know, I know all these things
[Outro]
All these things
CLK Mercedes Benz
All these things
A whole lotta money
All these things
Mommy and Daddy, can you please stop fighting?
All these things (And I don't care about)
All these things
Let's get Stevie out of jail73 | Hip-HopRap | 10 | 2 | 2,004 | 542,602 |
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1,762 | In My Lifetime | JAY-Z | [Produced by Ski]
[Intro]
This song here is dedicated to Danny Dan, may he rest in peace
Who at his funeral left us with the words that
He did it his way (uh-huh, uh-huh)
So I have no other choice but to do it my way
Uh-huh, uh-huh
[Verse 1]
Uhh, while niggas are shootin' stupid, I'm carefully plottin'
Ways to make it rotten, well-planned hits until you're long forgotten
Y'all niggas that utilize my style don't hurt me
'Cause on the low half of these rappin' ass niggas wanna work for me
Now picture me standin' on somebody block tryin' to rock
I drop bombs and niggas see me with that dough by eight o'clock
My feet never touch the concrete, just street sweep awards
While you're starin' on my dick nigga, gimme yours
I don't hassle with capsules, cause that'll make the grass grow
And get a project nigga paid up the asshole
If I'ma risk a frisk, gettin' my wrists wrapped up in steel
I'm out here trying to make a mill', my shit is real for real
While others worship guns I worship tons of money
Tons of fun, laughin' at shit that ain't even funny
So I ain't pressed to make a CD, I took it slow
80% of these niggas with deals
Can't see me with the dough, uh
You might also like[Chorus]
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of dough
I need a whole lot of dough
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of stash
I need a whole lot of cash
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of dough
I need a whole lot of dough
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of stash
I need a whole lot of cash
[Verse 2]
More ice than winter '94
I toured the 50 states with a trunk of raw
Recruitin', I'm hittin' shorties with consignment but don't play me
Oh, you gon' pay me, y'all niggas ain't crazy
I'm laid back in the five thousand Italian leather seat recliner
Under some vagina, discussin' the finer, things
My crib is mean, watchin' a hundred inch screen
Lettin' the shorties slide by once in a while and let 'em dream
They think I've mastered the game, cause dames scream my name
With passion, I tell 'em stop flashin' and start stashin'
And we'll all get off the corner, the only heat you'll feel
Is from a sauna, lettin' bubbles shoot up your ass if you wanna
And fuck that weed, it keeps you broke, invest in
Pounds of herbs and profit if niggas wanna smoke dope
But keep your nuts, 'cause this is a man's game
And we'll all pop champagne till it's a damn shame
[Chorus]
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of dough
I need a whole lot of dough
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of stash
I need a whole lot of cash
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of dough
I need a whole lot of dough
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of stash
I need a whole lot of cash
[Verse 3]
I'm shootin' to Vegas, gamblin' green-o at the casino
Schoolin' the dice like Vinny Barberino
Welcome back, the '95 version of The Mack
As soon as these ladies see me they don't know how to act
'Cause like that, nigga, never twist the cap of malt liquor
Only pop and droppin' Cristal's down my throat, take a swigga
My style, ladies intoxicated by my profile
You're rollin' with a pro with, money to blow child
You need to feel how sweet the skills be
To come and slide down Sugar Hill with me
The high roller, rolled up on your dice game
Unfold a pack of bills, grab my balls then bet it all
I never slept, 'cause sleeping keeps you deep in debt
On the block you lucky if you see my silhouette
I'm ghost, envied by most
So I keep a crew of crazy tenants that's sling toast, fucker
[Chorus]
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of dough
I need a whole lot of dough
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of stash
I need a whole lot of cash
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of dough
I need a whole lot of dough
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of stash
I need a whole lot of cash
[Outro]
Haha, f'real, Jay-Z lives
Ski, Roc-A-Blok Productions, uh-huh, uh-huh
Dame Dash, ha-ha, Roc-A-Fella Records, uh huh
Everybody from Brooklyn
Sauce Money, Big Sarge, B High
DJ Clark Kent, everybody Uptown
Best Out, my V-A clique running thick
D'Shawn definitely in the house
Roughness y'all, this how we do4 | Hip-HopRap | 25 | 7 | 1,995 | 40,272 |
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1,763 | Legacy | Raekwon | [Verse 1: Raekwon]
Here's the deal, 300 mil, we in the field
With the boots on, police on us for real
And I love it, my guns is rugged, bulletproof vans with plans
To stay gangstered up and scramble
With the rest of the stresses, the tests
My bank HSBC, yeah, feel all my blessings
While wild out, I'm mild out, calm and humble
Blow a hole in your soldier, come through
Beyond that, guns for combat, right in front of the lobby
My hobby just too ill to saw black
He ain't the shit, we ain't the shit
But we will squeeze for them keys, point black and spank ya shit
Always in Nike, pen filled gooses, leather knockouts on, Tropican' juices
One false move I'm pressing niggas, automatic buttons on 4/5ths
Nigga, what, respect the niggas
[Hook: Caesar]
Legacy, you're the don, legacy, you're the king
Stories of the hood, lights, the fame bring
We runs the past, the strong survive
For perfection we strive, the legends alive
[Verse 2: Xzibit]
Yeah, what up, Rae? Yeah, living legend
They say nothing worth having comes easily
Let's go get in, buzz it down and spread it out evenly
Camouflage my rides, blend with the scenery
And bang in the face of my enemy
Divine from the waist ain't no killing me, it runs in my family
Bloodline, prepare for the best, through tough times
Fifty car caravan, anything jumping
Got the wheel real big with the rims still rubbing
But my rims ain't touching, I'm a Defcon button
I'm a Russian made Kalashnikov, motherfucker
The same thing that builds you up, ain't reserve notes
Watermarks stacked, In God We Trust
But any man can and will be crushed, heaviest move like elephant tusk
Think you better adjust the way you approach, don't get too close
Because you might get hit with a shitbag, and a wheelchair dented in zig-zag
You might also like[Hook]
Legacy, you're the don, legacy, you're the king
Stories of the hood, lights, the fame bring
We runs the past, the strong survive
For perfection we strive, the legends alive
[Murs]
Huh, Murs, yo
Now when I first started out, they said I wouldn't make it
I'm made of less metal, probably just couldn't take it
I roll with my aces, certified assassins
Mid-city militia, we come through smashing
We fucking with them butterknives, we swinging them katanas
Sharper than piranhas, cutting through your body armor
It's all about honor, man, respect the code
Touch a point on your neck and make your chest explode
And the water turns vets into vegetables
You gotta, stay on point or be the next to go
Whether, dickies or chucks, or the guess and low
It's all one love, homie, rep your coast
Cause fame is elusive, respect is the prize
Is he less of a man, you can check through his eyes
Those guys with subversive plots
Be the ones you despise, and the first to watch, hah
[Hook] | Unknown | 27 | 11 | 2,009 | null |
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1,765 | Flight 187 | 50 Cent | [Intro]
From the day you're born 'til the day you die
If you're one of the poor ones you just gotta work hard
[Hook]
One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven
Departure from the hood, destination hell or heaven
One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven
Departure from the hood, destination hell or heaven
I'm a rider, say I'm a rider
I'm a rider, say I'm a rider
I'm a rider, say I'm a rider
I'm a rider, say I'm a rider
[Verse 1]
They putting pressure on me, son, now they want me to snap
End up like X and Whitney in my mansion smoking crack
I'm paranoid, I'm feeling like niggas is trying to get me
Forget the kids, I'm shaving off my fucking head like Britney
Man, Dre won't mix my records, now I need to talk to Jimmy
I'm falling back in my old ways, I'm riding with the semi
Who's calling me? It's Chris, he's on the other line with Diddy
But I don't wanna talk right now, my day is going shitty
Why's Jay rocking that Urkel look, man, isn't he from Marcy?
They say he's growin dreads and now he's talking like a Yardie
Man, everything is changing, I don't understand a thing
I guess this is that bullshit that all the money brings
I'm on flight
See 50 Cent LiveGet tickets as low as $15You might also like[Hook]
One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven
Departure from the hood, destination hell or heaven
One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven
Departure from the hood, destination hell or heaven
I'm a rider, say I'm a rider
I'm a rider, say I'm a rider
I'm a rider, say I'm a rider
I'm a rider, say I'm a rider
[Verse 2]
My baby mama boyfriend like to talk like he can hurt me
I'm laughing cause she kissed him in his mouth and gave him herpes
That just makes him one of 50 niggas wanting to murk me
Niggas found my truck and burnt it up out there in Jersey
You can ask my son, he'll tell you "my dad's fucking crazy"
She filled his head with shit and now I think he fuckin' hates me
Shady didn't invent me but a star is what he made me
I'll blow your fuckin' mind out if I told you what he paid me
He gave me all the pills he had left, that's why I'm so high
It makes me feel so good now that I'm not so scared to die
I wish a nigga would, I dare a motherfucker try
You get at me and miss you kiss your black ass good-bye
I'm on flight
[Hook]
One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven
Departure from the hood, destination hell or heaven
One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven
Departure from the hood, destination hell or heaven
I'm a rider, say I'm a rider
I'm a rider, say I'm a rider
I'm a rider, say I'm a rider
I'm a rider, say I'm a rider
[Verse 3]
My lawyers on retainers every month, I give ‘em stacks
In case they wanna send me up for murder like Max
Man I wasn't the shooter, I was never on the scene
So if they do forensics they'll find out it wasn't me
There's no need for a lie detector, I ain't sayin shit
The more you talk the higher chances you're doing a bid
Today I read the paper, it said Tru Life caught a case
They said they found a victim with a knife stuck in his face
I spoke to Michael Vick, I told him I'm happy he home
You tell them crackers sorry nigga then you get back on
When dogs are fighting in the hood nobody gives a fuck
So you get back and shake it on the field, show them what's up
I'm on flight
[Hook]
One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven
Departure from the hood, destination hell or heaven
One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven
Departure from the hood, destination hell or heaven
I'm a rider, say I'm a rider
I'm a rider, say I'm a rider
I'm a rider, say I'm a rider
I'm a rider, say I'm a rider5 | Hip-HopRap | 9 | 11 | 2,009 | 27,801 |
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1,767 | Dedicated Follower of Fashion | The Kinks | [Verse 1]
They seek him here, they seek him there
His clothes are loud, but never square
It will make or break him so he's got to buy the best
'Cause he's a dedicated follower of fashion
[Verse 2]
And when he does his little rounds
'Round the boutiques of London Town
Eagerly pursuing all the latest fads and trends
'Cause he's a dedicated follower of fashion
[Chorus]
Oh yes he is (Oh yes he is)
Oh yes he is (Oh yes he is)
He thinks he is a flower to be looked at
And when he pulls his frilly nylon panties right up tight
He feels a dedicated follower of fashion
[Chorus]
Oh yes he is (Oh yes he is)
Oh yes he is (Oh yes he is)
There's one thing that he loves, and that is flattery
One week he's in polka dots, the next week he's in stripe
'Cause he's a dedicated follower of fashion
You might also like[Verse 3]
They seek him here, they seek him there
In Regent Street and Leicester Square
Everywhere the Carnabetian army marches on
Each one a dedicated follower of fashion
[Chorus]
Oh yes he is (Oh yes he is)
Oh yes he is (Oh yes he is)
His world is built 'round discotheques and parties
This pleasure-seeking individual always looks his best
'Cause he's a dedicated follower of fashion
[Chorus]
Oh yes he is (Oh yes he is)
Oh yes he is (Oh yes he is)
He flits from shop to shop just like a butterfly
In matters of the cloth he is as fickle as can be
'Cause he's a dedicated follower of fashion
He's a dedicated follower of fashion
He's a dedicated follower of fashion1 | Rock | 25 | 2 | 1,966 | 10,654 |
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1,768 | Smoke Some Weed | Ice Cube | [Intro]
Ice Cube motherfucker
West coast motherfucker
George Bush, George Clinton, Bill Clinton
Chris Farley, Chris Rock, Bob Marley
Rick James, knew how to throw a party
"Smoke some weed"
Snoop Dogg, all the way to Cheech and Chong
Cypress Hill, Robert Downey hit the bong
Ricky Williams, fuck how Miami feeling
"Smoke some weed"
[Refrain]
This is West coast nigga thinking
California quicksand got a nigga sinking
I can give a fuck what you niggas drinking
Smoke some weed
This is West coast nigga thinking
California quicksand got a nigga sinking
I can give a fuck what you bitches drinking
Smoke some weed
[Verse 1]
If you a baller, nigga I'm a hall of famer
Lion tamer, with two fo'-fifth flamers
Understand, that yo' life's in danger
Didn't your momma, tell you not to talk to strangers
Lil' nigga, I'm the Hillside Strangler
Have a banger, calling for the Lone Ranger
Most rappers, they wanna fuck sangers
I'm a nigga, that wanna own Topanga
G4, pull it up out the hanger
A lil' something, to fuel you niggas anger
The swine, I'm your face rearranger
In a mansion cause Jesus born in a manger
Motherfucker, belong on Jerry Spranger
I'm a gangsta, up in your CD changer
I'll gank ya, for 20 bucks then I'll thank ya
Police, still get the middle fanger
See Ice Cube LiveGet tickets as low as $66You might also like[Refrain]
[Verse 2]
Lil' niggas, don't try this at home
Momma in the bathroom leave her ass alone
Cause she probably taking chronic straight to the dome
Go play you lil' fucker, stop being grown
Dave Chappelle, 50 million and a throne
With a big Zulu bitch, nigga getting blown
Watch your tone, if your wear Coppertone
Go back to Africa used to be a theme song
I'm in the zone, do anybody got a Zong?
I ain't your poppa, but daddy is a rolling stone
Youse a clone, who don't know the shit you on
Unless it's on, a motherfucking ringtone
I'm in a room with two bottles of Patron
You need a loan, to fuck with the Family Stone
Nigga go on, tell 'em Ice Cube is home
Gorilla niggas, here come King Kong
[Refrain]
[Outro]
Ice Cube motherfucka
West Coast motherfucka
Smoke some weed10 | Hip-HopRap | 6 | 6 | 2,006 | 62,436 |
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1,770 | You Gotta Love It (Jay-Z Diss) | Cam’ron | [Intro: Cam'ron]
Uh Dipset! 'Fore I set it off
Okay first off, you a bitch nigga
Only reason I'm doin' this
I'ma just name five reasons real quick, got 150, got 150
First, you stole Roc-A-Fella from Dame
Second, you stole Kanye from Dame
Third, you stole Rocawear from Dame
Fourth, I seen the nigga throw that diamond up before them shots was fired
Fifth, hold on, turn the beat off
I had to turn the beat off for this
You talkin' 'bout you a '80s baby, you 37 years old
You was born in 1968 and I open the Daily News
How's the king of New York rockin' sandals with jeans?
Open toe sandals with chancletas with jeans on
How's the king of New York rockin' sandals with jeans and he 42 years old?
Back to business
[Verse 1: Cam'ron]
You ain't the only one with big wallets
Got it, my shits brollic, dot it
But your publishing should go to Ms. Wallace
Honest, stealing Big's shit, he made two albums, you wilding
And he can't dress, dawg, who styled him?
It was Rocawear when Dame had it
Now you got it, call it Cockawear, heh not in here
Dead it pronto, you won't see a car, no
Dame and Biggs' bitch for years, now you Juan ho
He own the 40/40, got you in Atlantic City
Pitch your budget outta Baseline, goddamn it's pretty
You love a Harlem nigga, we get it cooking it's true
But now I look, we got more dudes in Brooklyn than you
Apparently, right? Down in Jeezy video
I should've kissed you on the cheek, you a pretty ho
And Jaz video you starred in it: Peter Pan
I was hopping off the Greyhound: Peter Pan
How could he be the man? Ha, only reason fam
I don't suck dick or kiss ass and I'm conceited, damn
But we hawk yo, right where you walk bro
You can fool the rest of the world long as New York know
We put you under ground clown, they gon' check the cellars
I know he 40 years old, I don't respect my elders
I respect the hustlers, plus the grinders and the sellers
You's a customer buster, here go jet propellers
You might also like[Chorus: Max B]
You got to hate us the way we getting this paper
All my niggas are coming straight from minimum wage
Niggas dick-riding the Dip steady trying to play us
But you get sprayed, bust a round we got in his face
Dipset! Hitting 40 and niggas we toting guns
Dipset! This is 40th nigga we from the slums
Dipset! Pushing 40 nigga you not the one
It's Killa season, holla at a nigga 'cause here it come
You got to hate us the way we getting this paper
All my niggas are coming straight from minimum wage
Niggas dick-riding the Dip steady trying to play us
But you get sprayed, bust a round we got in his face
Dipset! Hitting 40 and niggas we toting guns
Dipset! This is 40th nigga we from the slums
Dipset! Pushing 40 nigga you not the one
It's Killa season, holla at a nigga 'cause here it come
[Verse 2: Cam'ron]
Killa! Let's go (bitch nigga)
Who can fuck with me? No mammal, but we tote handles
At your open toe sandals, and you look like Joe Camel
Off of Roc-A-Fella, right? No contact
But bust this fly joint they put inside his contract
I left the label right, lot of cats wonder how
Every time I diss that label I get fined a hundred thou'
Just for telling y'all, I get fined a hundred thou'
Huh them cats are ill, five times a half a mil'
Wars to play, like a bumper sticker smack a grill
Paul Wall cap a grill but them cats are daffodils
East Coast, West Coast, slang yo cap get peeled
Down in Houston, ask B I'm a mack for real
Hackie tell me, respect, better dwell me
Beyoncé fiancé, check my second LP
I might bring it back, that's your girl, that's your world
Had the thing, fucking singing 'bout slinging crack
Mr. Roc-A-Fella stop, stop, stop it fella
Still got our acapellas, but I will Akinyele-ya
(Put it in ya mouth, uh, put it in ya mouth)
It ain't my fault I'm raw, I'm sorry B but I want a war
And he stabbed Un over Charli Baltimore
Sucker for love, hmm-hmm sucker for love
Kill a bitch, go to trial, hand be stuffed in the glove
I'ma hop in the bed, dawg gon' just pop off her head
Tell ol' Jay-Z chill, Cochran is dead
[Chorus: Max B]
You got to hate us the way we getting this paper
All my niggas are coming straight from minimum wage
Niggas dick-riding the Dip steady trying to play us
But you get sprayed, bust a round we got in his face
Dipset! Hitting 40 and niggas we toting guns
Dipset! This is 40th nigga we from the slums
Dipset! Pushing 40 nigga you not the one
It's Killa season, holla at a nigga 'cause here it come
You got to hate us the way we getting this paper
All my niggas are coming straight from minimum wage
Niggas dick-riding the Dip steady trying to play us
But you get sprayed, bust a round we got in his face
Dipset! Hitting 40 and niggas we toting guns
Dipset! This is 40th nigga we from the slums
Dipset! Pushing 40 nigga you not the one
It's Killa season, holla at a nigga 'cause here it come
[Bridge: Cam'ron]
Y'all niggas don't want it with us man
This just round one, 15 rounds B
We ready, brake off bluff, professional concert, sell out 25 thousand
Acting like you gon' diss us
You got anthrax over there man, and we George Bush man
You on some Saddam Hussein
Acting like you got something over there
You doing what Ma$e did, you making secret songs man
Let it out man, get ready for 15 rounds man
And all I did was battle once
Everybody getting ready to step to the plate
And I'ma step up again and slam, grand-slam yo ass pardon me
Dipset! I know you, I know you like that
I remember Dame sold you his old Pathfinder
Chipped in for the GS, you Jaz-O's son
Where's Sauce Money at? Where's the like, where they at?
I'ma get back to all that, Dipset dog
Round one, let the games begin doggie
Hahaha, ain't laughing at ya ugly ass no more
You ugly dawg! You ugly! You ugly man, you ugly!
My man Un said you look like Fraggle Rock and all that
You ol' Alf-ass nigga, get back to you nigga
Nigga oh!
[Chorus: Max B]
You got to hate us the way we getting this paper
All my niggas are coming straight from minimum wage
Niggas dick-riding the Dip steady trying to play us
But you get sprayed, bust a round we got in his face
Dipset! Hitting 40 and niggas we toting guns
Dipset! This is 40th nigga we from the slums
Dipset! Pushing 40 nigga you not the one
Pushing 40 nigga you not the one...
[Outro: Cam'ron Destiny's Child sample from Cam's "Do It Again]
Oh shit, yo dude make sure you got them old vocals
Bring 'em up real quick!
All them dimes we slung
All those crimes we've done
All those times was fun
But would you do it again?
All them dimes we slung
All those crimes we've done
All those times was fun
But would you do it again?
Yup, yup that's her
Yup we got 'em
Yup that's her6 | Comics and Games | 16 | 5 | 2,006 | 95,983 |
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1,771 | U Don’t Know | JAY-Z | [Produced by Just Blaze]
[Intro]
Turn my music high, high, high, higher
(You don't know what you're doin'— doin'— doin'—)
Sure, I do
[Verse 1]
I'm from the streets where the hood could swallow 'em and
Bullets'd follow 'em and
There's so much coke that you could run the slalom
And cops comb the shit top to bottom
And say that we are prone to violence, but it's home sweet home
Where personalities clash and chrome meets chrome
The coke prices up and down like it's Wall Street, holmes
But this is worse than the Dow Jones, your brains are now blown
All over that brown Brougham, one slip, you are now gone
Welcome to Hell, where you are welcome to sell
But when them shells come, you better return 'em
All scars, we earn 'em
All cars, we learn 'em like the back of our hand
We watch for cops hoppin' out the back of vans
Wear a G on my chest, I don't need Dapper Dan
This ain't a sewn outfit, holmes, holmes is about it
Was clappin' them flamers before I became famous
For playin' me, y'all shall forever remain nameless
You might also like[Interlude]
I am Hov (You don't know what you're doin'— doin'— doin'—)
Sure I do
[Verse 2]
I tell you the difference between me and them
They tryin' to get they ones, I'm tryin' to get them M's
One million, two million, three million, four
In just five years, forty million more
You are now lookin' at the forty million boy
I'm rapin' Def Jam 'til I'm the hundred million man
[Interlude]
R-O-C (You don't know what you're doin'— doin'— doin'—)
That's where you're wrong
[Verse 3]
I came into this motherfucker hundred grand strong
Nine to be exact, from grindin' G-packs
Put this shit in motion, ain't no rewindin' me back
Could make forty off a brick, but one rhyme could beat that
And if somebody woulda told 'em that Hov would sell clothin'
Not in this lifetime, wasn't in my right mind
That's another difference that's between me and them
I smarten up, open the market up
One million, two million, three million, four
In eighteen months, eighty million more
Now add that number up with the one I said before
You are now lookin' at one smart Black boy
Mama ain't raise no fool
Put me anywhere on God's green earth, I'll triple my worth, motherfucker
[Interlude]
I will not lose (You don't know what you're doin'— doin'— doin'—)
Put somethin' on it
[Verse 4]
I sell ice in the winter, I sell fire in Hell
I am a hustler, baby, I'll sell water to a whale
I was born to get cake, move on and switch states
Cop the coupe with the roof gone and switch plates
Was born to dictate, never follow orders, dick face
Get your shit straight, fucker, this is Big Jay
[Outro]
I— hahahaha (You don't know what you're doin'— doin'— doin'—)
Will not lose, ever
Fucker23 | Hip-HopRap | 11 | 9 | 2,001 | 470,539 |
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1,777 | Man in the Mirror | Michael Jackson | [Verse 1]
I'm gonna make a change
For once in my life
It's gonna feel real good
Gonna make a difference
Gonna make it right
As I turn up the collar on my favorite winter coat
This wind is blowin' my mind
I see the kids in the street with not enough to eat
Who am I to be blind, pretending not to see their needs
A summer's disregard, a broken bottle top
And one man's soul
They follow each other on the wind, ya know
'Cause they got nowhere to go
That's why I want you to know
[Chorus]
I'm starting with the man in the mirror
I'm asking him to change his ways
And no message could have been any clearer
If you wanna make the world a better place
Take a look at yourself and then make a change
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na, na-na
[Verse 2]
I've been a victim of a selfish kinda love
It's time that I realize
There are some with no home
Not a nickel to loan
Could it be really me pretending that they're not alone?
A willow deeply scarred, somebody's broken heart
And a washed-out dream
They follow the pattern of the wind, ya see
'Cause they got no place to be
That's why I'm starting with me
You might also like[Chorus]
I'm starting with the man in the mirror (Who?)
I'm asking him to change his ways (Who?)
And no message could have been any clearer
If you wanna make the world a better place
Take a look at yourself and then make a change
I'm starting with the man in the mirror (Who?)
I'm asking him to change his ways (Who?)
And no message could have been any clearer
If you wanna make the world a better place
Take a look at yourself and then make that change
I'm starting with the man in the mirror (Man in the mirror, oh, yeah)
I'm asking him to change his ways (Change his ways)
(Come on, change)
And no message could have been any clearer
[Bridge]
If you wanna make the world a better place
Take a look at yourself and then make the change
You gotta get it right while you got the time
'Cause when you close your heart (You can't)
Then you close your mind (Close your, your mind!)
[Chorus]
(That man, that man) I'm starting with the man in the mirror
(That man)
(Ooh!)
(That man, that man) I'm asking him to change his ways
(That man, the man)
(Change his ways, ooh!)
And no message could have been any clearer
If you want to make the world a better place
Take a look at yourself and then make that
(Take a look at yourself and then make that)
Change!
[Outro]
Hoo, hoo (Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na, na-na), hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo!
Gonna feel real good (Oh, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na, na-na)
Yeah, yeah, oh, oh no
I'm gonna make a change
It's gonna feel real good, shamone (Change)
Just lift yourself, you know
You've got to start with yourself, (Yeah) hoo!
(Make that change) I gotta make that change today, hoo!
(Man in the mirror) You got to, you got to not pick yourself, brother, hoo! (Yeah)
You know (Make that change)
I've gotta get that man, that man (Man in the mirror)
You got to, you got to move, shamone, shamone
You got to stand up (Yeah), stand up (Make that change), stand up, stand up and lift yourself now (Man in the mirror)
Hoo, hoo, hoo! Aaow! (Yeah, make that change)
Go make that change, shamone (Man in the mirror)
You know it, you know it, you know it, you know (Change)
Make that change86 | Pop | 6 | 2 | 1,988 | 766,146 |
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1,778 | Fighters | Lupe Fiasco | [Chorus: Matthew Santos]
When the fighters are all around
All the lovers are on the ground
No one will save you anymore
So what's happening? what you rapping about, little boy?
Is it cars? Is it girls? Is it money?
The world?
[Verse 1 : Lupe Fiasco]
Or is it something they can never believe?
Or is it something you can never achieve?
Is it beyond your means? Is it inside your dreams?
Can it never come out cause it's scared to, unprepared to
Too worried about the words of the people it's weird to
You don't want them to hear you
You just wish there was a door that would appear
That you can go disappear through
Well I'm feeling your pain
I was feeling the same, but I said I'd never feel that again
[Chorus: Matthew Santos]
When the fighters are all around
All the lovers are on the ground
No one will save you anymore
So what's happening? what you rapping about, little boy?
Is it cars? Is it girls? Is it money?
The world?
You might also like[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
Man, I really miss my pops
Hope that God watches over him and that he's on top
That there is no more disease and that he's alright
That he's one of the generals inside the army of the light
And grandma, you know I had to bite something from you
So after every show it's "peace, and much love to you"
Auntie Tweetie's on the way, please look out for that girl
I know we'll meet again, so it's never me against the world
[Chorus: Matthew Santos]
When the fighters are all around
All the lovers are on the ground
No one will save you anymore
So what's happening? what you rapping about, little boy?
Is it cars? Is it girls? Is it money?
The world?
[Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco]
I hope that God forgive us, all of us sinners
Turn us back into beginners, put us up where the winners go
Holy apartments in the gardens in which the rivers flow
Thank you for all your blessings and all of your miracles
I thank all my fans and all my supporters
Shout out to Bishop G, congrats on your new baby daughter
I tip my hat to all my family and friends
Now we just got one more to go, L-U-P-END
[Chorus: Matthew Santos]
When the fighters are all around
All the lovers are on the ground
No one will save you anymore
So what's happening? what you rapping about, little boy?
Is it cars? Is it girls? Is it money?
The world?
[Outro: Lupe Fiasco]
Lupe The Fiasco dot blogspot dot com
Congratulations ladies, this next one's for you
Peace!14 | Hip-HopRap | 18 | 12 | 2,007 | 50,963 |
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1,780 | Dreams | The Game | [Intro: Sample]
"And I brought—"
"And I brought—"
"And I brought—dreams"
"—dreams"
"—dreams"
"And I brought you all my dreams 'cause I love you"
"I—love you"
"I—love you"
"I-I-I love you"
[Verse 1: The Game & (Sample)]
I woke up out that coma 2001
'Bout the same time Dre dropped 2001
Three years later the album is done
Aftermath presents: Nigga Witta Attitude, Volume One
Rap critics politickin', wanna know the outcome
Ready to Die, Reasonable Doubt, and Doggystyle in one
I feel like 'Pac after the Snoop Dogg trial was done
Dre behind that G series and All Eyez on Me
I watched the death of a dynasty, so I told Vibe Magazine
Workin' with Dr. Dre was a ("Dream")
I had visions of makin' a classic, then my world turned black
Like I was starin' out of Stevie Wonder's glasses
It's kinda hard to imagine, like Kanye West
Coming back from his fatal accident to beatmakin' and rappin'
But, we the future, Whitney Houston told me that
It's gon' take more than a bullet in the heart to hold me back
See The Game LiveGet tickets as low as $163You might also like[Chorus: The Game & (Sample)]
Blushin' in this 40 ounce, lettin' the ink from my pen bleed
'Cause Martin Luther King had a ("Dream")
Aaliyah had a ("Dream"), Left Eye had a ("Dream")
So I reached out to Kanye and ("I brought you all my dreams 'cause I love you")
("I—love you"
"I—love you"
"I-I-I love you")
[Verse 2: The Game]
I had dreams of fuckin' a R&B bitch like Mýa
When I saw that ass on the front of that King
Read the article in the magazine, she loved gangsters, loved nasty things,,,
So I'm in the glass house having nasty dreams
Good girls never give it up
But anything is possible, if 50 fucked Vivica
Hurdled life's obstacles, found my way through the maze
Then joy turned to pain like Frankie Beverly and Maze
Used to dream of being Unsigned Hype
'Til I was crushed by Dave Mays, almost let my pen fall asleep on the page
Daydreamin' yesterday, dozin' off backstage
I thought I saw Eazy talking to Jam Master Jay
So I walked over, heard Jam Master say
"It's a hard knock life, then you pass away"
They say sleep is the cousin of death, so my eyes wide open
'Cause a dream is kin to your last breath
[Chorus: The Game & (Sample)]
Blushin' in this 40 ounce, lettin' the ink from my pen bleed
'Cause Martin Luther King had a ("Dream")
Aaliyah had a ("Dream"), Left Eye had a ("Dream")
So I reached out to Kanye and ("I brought you all my dreams 'cause I love you")
("I—love you"
"I—love you"
"I-I-I love you")
[Verse 3: The Game]
The dream of Huey Newton, that's what I'm livin' through
The dream of Eric Wright, that's what I'm givin' you
Who walked through the White House without a business suit
Compton hat, jheri curl drippin' on Ronald Reagan's shoes
Gave Mike Lem my demo, came here to pay my dues
Started off with Whoo Kid, then I start blazin' Clue
It was all a dream like Big said it'd be
Don't sleep on me homey, I bring nightmares to reality
Rap phenomenon, defyin' the rules of gravity
Studied all the classics, start revisin' my strategy
'Cause Marshall Mathers made it, Curtis Jackson made it
Head in the clouds, wonderin' where the hell Marvin Gaye went
How do I say this? I'm livin' for my son
But I can't figure out, why I'm at my temple with this gun
Wake up to a Jesus piece, like a Catholic nun
The war to be a rap legend has just begun
[Chorus: The Game & (Sample)]
Blushin' in this 40 ounce, lettin' the ink from my pen bleed
Cause Martin Luther King had a ("Dream")
Aaliyah had a ("Dream"), Left Eye had a ("Dream")
So I reached out to Kanye and ("I brought you all my dreams 'cause I love you")
("I—love you"
"I—love you"
"I-I-I love you")
[Outro: The Game & (Sample)]
This song is dedicated to Yetunde Price
The sister of Venus and Serena Williams
Who was slain during a gang shootout in Compton
Sunday, September 14th, 2003: rest in peace
("I brought you all my dreams 'cause I love you")
("I—love you"
"I—love you"
"I-I-I love you")
("And I brought—"
"And I brought—"
"And I brought—dreams"
"—dreams"
"—dreams")
("And I brought you all my dreams 'cause I love you...")34 | Unknown | 18 | 1 | 2,005 | 344,778 |
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1,781 | All of the Lights | Kanye West | [Produced by Kanye West; Co-Produced by Jeff Bhasker]
[Intro: Choir]
All of the lights
Lights, lights
All of the lights
[Chorus: Rihanna]
Turn up the lights in here, baby
Extra bright, I want y'all to see this
Turn up the lights in here, baby
You know what I need, want you to see everything
Want you to see all of the lights
[Post-Chorus: Elly Jackson & Rihanna]
Fast cars, shooting stars
All of the lights, all of the lights
Until it's Vegas everywhere we are (All of the lights)
If you want it, you can get it for the rest of your life
If you want it, you can get it for the rest of your life
[Verse 1: Kanye West]
Somethin' wrong, I hold my head
MJ gone, our nigga dead
I slapped my girl, she called the feds
I did that time and spent that bread
I'm heading home, I'm almost there
I'm on my way, heading up the stairs
To my surprise, a nigga replacing me
I had to take him to that ghetto university
You might also like[Pre-Chorus: Kanye West]
(All of the lights), lights
Cop lights, flashlights, spotlights
Strobe lights, street lights (All of the lights, all of the lights)
Fast life, drug life, thug life
Rock life every night (All of the lights)
[Chorus: Rihanna]
Turn up the lights in here, baby
Extra bright, I want y'all to see this
Turn up the lights in here, baby
You know what I need, want you to see everything
Want you to see all of the lights
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Restraining order, can't see my daughter
Her mother, brother, grandmother hate me in that order
Public visitation, we met at Borders
Told her she take me back, I'll be more supportive
I made mistakes, I bumped my head
Them courts sucked me dry, I spent that bread
She need her daddy, baby, please
Can't let her grow up in that ghetto university
[Pre-Chorus: Kanye West]
(All of the lights), lights
Cop lights, flashlights, spotlights
Strobe lights, street lights (All of the lights, all of the lights)
Fast life, drug life, thug life
Rock life every night (All of the lights)
[Chorus: Rihanna]
Turn up the lights in here, baby
Extra bright, I want y'all to see this
Turn up the lights in here, baby
You know what I need, want you to see everything
Want you to see all of the lights
[Bridge: Kid Cudi]
Gettin' mine, baby
Gotta let these niggas know, yeah
Gettin' right, babe
You should go and get your own
Gettin' mine, baby
Gotta let these niggas know, yeah
Gettin' right, babe
You should go and get your own
[Verse 3: Fergie, Rihanna & Drake]
Unemployment line, credit card declined
Did I not mention I was about to lose my mind?
And also was about to do that line
'Kay, okay, you know we going all the way this time
We going all the way this time
We going all the way this time
We going all the way this time
We going all the way this time
[Chorus: Choir]
Turn up the lights in here, baby
Extra bright, I want y'all to see this
Turn up the lights in here, baby
You know what I need, want you to see everything
Want you to see all of the lights
[Outro: Alicia Keys & Elton John]
Woah, woah
(I tried to tell you, but all I could say was oh)
Woah, woah
(I tried to tell you, but all I could say was oh)
Woah, woah
(I tried to tell you, but all I could say was oh)
Woah, woah
(I tried to tell you, but all I could say)219 | Hip-HopRap | 22 | 11 | 2,010 | 1,796,674 |
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1,784 | Beach Chair | JAY-Z | [Verse 1; Jay-Z & Beyonce]
Geah, yeah
Life is but a dream to me, I don't wanna wake up
Thirty odd years without having my cake up
So I'm about my paper 24/7, 365, 366 in a leap year
I don't know why we here
Since we gotta be here life is but a beach ch-ch-ch-chair
Went from having shabby clothes, crossing over Abbey Road
Hear my angels singing to me (Are you happy, Hov?)
I just hope I'm hearing right; karma's got me fearing life
Colleek, are you praying for me?
See I got demons in my past, so I got daughters on the way
If the prophecy's correct, then the child should have to pay
For the sins of a father, so I barter my tomorrows
Against my yesterdays in hopes that she'll be okay
And when I'm no longer here to shade her face from the glare
I'll give her my share of Carol's Daughter and a new beach chair
[Chorus: Chris Martin]
I hear my angels sing...
Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna wake up, wake up
(I hear my angels sing)
Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna leave
(I hear my angels sing)
Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna wake up, wake up
(I hear my angels sing)
Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna leave
You might also like[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
Life is but a dream to me
Gun shots sing to these other guys
But lullabies don't mean a thing to me
I'm not afraid of dying, I'm afraid of not trying
Every day, hit every wave like I'm Hawaiian
I don't surf the net, no, I never been on MySpace
Too busy letting my voice vibrate
Carving out my space in this world of fly girls
Cut-throats and diamond-cut ropes I twirls
Benzes 'round corners where the sun don't shine
I let the wheels give a glimpse of hope of one's grind
Son said: "Hov, how you get so fly?"
I said: "From not being afraid to fall out the sky"
My physical's a shell, so when I say farewell
My soul will find a even higher plane to dwell
So fly, you shall, so have no fear
Just know that life is but a beach chair
[Chorus: Chris Martin & Jay-Z]
I hear my angels sing...
Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna wake up, wake up
(I hear my angels sing)
Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna leave
Life is but a dream
(I hear my angels sing)
Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna wake up, wake up
(I hear my angels sing)
Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna leave
Life is but a dream
[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
Life is but a dream
Can't mimic my life, I'm the thinnest cut slice
Intercut, the winner's cup
With winters rough enough to interrupt life
That's why I'm both saint and sinner, nice
This is Jay everyday, no compromise
No compass comes with this life, just eyes
So to map it out, you must look inside
Sure, books could guide you, but your heart defines you, chica
Your corazón is what brought us home
In great shape like Heidi Klum, maricón
I am on permanent vacay, life is but a beach chair
This song's like a Hallmark card until you reach here
So 'til she's here, and she's declared
The heir, I will prepare
A blueprint for you to print, a map for you to get back
A guide for your eyes; and so you won't lose scent
I'll make a stink for you to think I ink these verses full of prose
So you won't get conned out of two cent
My last will and testament: I leave my heir
My share of Roc-A-Fella Records and a shiny new beach chair
[Chorus: Chris Martin & Jay-Z]
I hear my angels sing...
Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna wake up, wake up
Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna leave
Life is but a dream
(I hear my angels sing)
Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna wake up, wake up
Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna leave
Life is but a dream
Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna wake up, wake up
Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna leave
Life is but a dream
Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna wake up, wake up
Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna leave
Life is but a dream
[Outro: Chris Martin]
I hear my angels sing
I hear my angels sing
I hear my angels sing10 | Hip-HopRap | 21 | 11 | 2,006 | 138,864 |
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1,785 | History | JAY-Z | [Chorus: Tony Williams]
Now that all the smoke is gone (lighter)
And the battle's finally won (give me a lighter)
Victory’s finally ours (Lighters up, lighters up)
History so loved, so long, so long, so long
[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
In search of victory, she keeps eluding me
If only we could be together momentarily
We could make love, and make history
Why won’t you visit me, until she visits me
I’ll be stuck with her sister, her name is defeat
She gives me agony, so much agony
She brings me so much pain, so much misery
Like missing your last shot and falling to your knees
As the crowd screams, for the other team
I've practiced so hard for this moment victory don’t leave
I know what this means, I’m stuck in this routine
Whole new different day, but the same old things
All I got is dreams, but nobody else could see
Nobody else believes, nobody else but me
Where are you victory? I need you desperately
Not just for the moment, to make history
[Chorus: Tony Williams]
Now that all the smoke is gone (lighter)
And the battle's finally won (give me a lighter)
Victory’s finally ours (Lighters up, lighters up)
History so loved, so long, so long, so long
You might also like[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
So now I’m flirting with death
Hustling like a G, while victory wasn’t watching
Took chances repeatedly
As a teenage boy, before acne
Before I got proactive, I couldn’t face she
I just threw on my hoodie and headed to the streets
I swear I met success, we lived together shortly
A success is like lust, she's good for the touch
She's good for the moment, but she’s never enough
Everybody’s had her, she’s nothing like V
A success is all I got, unfortunately
But I’m burning down the block, hopin' in and out of V's
But something tells me that there’s much more to see
Before I get killed, cause I can’t get robbed
So before me, success and death ménage
I gotta get lost, I gotta find V
We gotta be together to make history
[Chorus: Tony Williams]
Now that all the smoke is gone (lighter)
And the battle's finally won (give me a lighter)
Victory’s finally ours (Lighters up, lighters up)
History so loved, so long, so long, so long
[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
Now victory is mine, she tastes so sweet
She’s my trophy wife, she's coming with me
We'll have a baby who stutters repeatedly
We'll name him history, he'll repeat after me
He’s my legacy, son of my hard work
Future of my past, he’ll explain who I be
Rank me amongst the greats, either 1, 2 or 3
If I ain’t number one then I failed you victory
Ain’t in it for the fame, that dies within weeks
Ain’t in it for the money, can’t take it when you leave
I wanna be remembered long after you grieve
Long after I’m gone, long after I breathe
I leave all I am, in the hands of history
That's my last will testimony
This is much more than a song, it’s a baby shower
I’ve been waiting for this hour, history, you're ours5 | Hip-HopRap | null | 11 | 2,008 | 94,336 |
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1,786 | Baba Says Cool for Thought | Lupe Fiasco | [Verse]
They thought it was cool to burn crosses in your front lawn as they hung you from trees in your backyard
They thought it was cool to leave you thirsty and stranded, Katrina
He thought it was cool to carry a gun in his classroom and open fire, Virginia Tech, Columbine, stop the violence
They thought it was cool to tear down the projects and put up million dollar condos, gentrification
They think it's cool to stand on the block hiding product in their socks making quick dime bag dollars
They think it's cool to ride down on you in blue and white and unmarked cars, busting you upside your head
Freeze
'Cause the problem is we think it's cool too
Check your ingredients before you overdose on The Cool6 | Hip-HopRap | 18 | 12 | 2,007 | 21,382 |
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1,787 | Resurrection | Lupe Fiasco | "The international community struggles
To get help into Haiti following
The worst disaster in United Nations history
Amidst the frustration and chaos
Surrounding the humanitarian efforts on the ground
There have been some miraculous rescues"
[Kenna]
Like a phoenix
From its ashes
We will rise
Follow angels
Into heavens
We will rise
Nothing's gonna take you down
We are everlasting now
We are everlasting now, now
[Lupe Fiasco] + (Kenna)
Now I've been shaken
But I'm not broken
I won't be breaking
Anytime
I have fallen
But I'm not ruined
I'll keep on moving
Into my
Resurrection
(Oh, oh, oh, ohhh, oh)
Resurrection
(Oh, oh, oh, ohhh, oh)
You might also like[Lupe Fiasco]
Urgency, emergency's among us
Life is in the crisis, tragedy's upon us
And we won't leave you stranded
Rapidly we comin'
To take you out the darkness
Show you where the sun is
Cries from the rubble
Are the voices this is sung with
And those that have stopped singing
We can still hear you under it
Right up out your worrying
Right into the wondrous
Right up off the ground
Right to where the thunder is
And it's where your sisters
And your mothers and your brothers is
Aunties and your friends
And your fathers and your husbads is
Watching with the rest of the world in astonishment
Live from up above, us via news coverage
Seen even more than the misery that happens is
The love, the strength, the history, the passion
The courage of an impoverished people
That the world once abandoned
Shining, infinite everlasting now
[Lupe Fiasco] + (Kenna)
Now I've been shaken
But I'm not broken
I won't be braking
Anytime
I have fallen
But I'm not ruined
I'll keep on moving
Into my
Resurrection
(Oh, oh, oh, ohhh, oh)
Resurrection
Into my resurrection
(Oh, oh, oh, ohhh, oh)
Resurrection
Into my resurrection
Resurrection
(Oh, oh, oh, ohhh, oh)
Resurrection
(Oh, oh, oh, ohhh, oh)
We pray every prayer we know
(Oh, oh, oh, ohhh, oh)
[Kenna]
We will rise up
We will rise up
Oh, oh, oh, ohhh, oh
We will rise up
We will rise up
Oh, oh, oh, ohhh, oh
We will rise up
We will rise up
Oh, oh, oh, ohhh, oh
We will rise up
(Resurrection) | Hip-HopRap | null | null | null | 7,901 |
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1,789 | Generation Lost | B.o.B | [Intro]
(Turbulence. Can you feel? Turbulence) Okay. (Can you feel?)
I need to spit something real for a second y'all. (Turbulence)
Just bare with me. Listen. (Can you feel? Turbulence.)
[Verse]
Skull and crossbones and death bandannas
A liquor store on every corner in Atlanta
Cops ridin' around tossin' niggas in the slammer
Tell me what's wrong, I could really use some answers
Now-a-days everybody wants to be a rapper
About two years ago everybody was a trapper
Obviously, money is what everybody's after
'Cause slavery ain't change; it's a modern day disaster
Now these are my words from me to you
Everything you do from your shades to your shoes
From your chains to your coupe came from the tube
Trust me, I would know, I was raised on it too
Okay, now just let me get your attention
I'ma turn the tables so you don't get defensive
I'ma put my bullshit aside for a second
'Cause I can't be fake 'cause God won't let me
I used to wear a grill, because it was the trend
Not because I liked it, I just wanted to fit in
Then I got "Eastside" tatted on my skin
And I tried to get dreads but my hair was too big
But I was lost, I ain't know who I was
What else was there to do besides look like a thug?
So in my senior year at Columbia High
I dropped out of high school when I got signed
B-dot-O-dot-B was the name
I ain't like Bobby Ray 'cause I was ashamed
But you can call me Bobby Ray from this day forth
And I could give a damn about the fame and fortune
Honestly, I don't even listen to rap
'Cause when I turn the radio on, out comes crap
And if you make good music that's okay
But on the radio, that they don't play
It's easy to see we created a beast
'Cause everybody wants to hear what they don't need
And now all the rappers got to struggle to give you
That bullshit music so they can continue to live
The position that I'm in
Is quite an interesting predicament, I will admit
But you can count on me 'cause I'm refusing to give in
'Cause I'ma give you music 'cause we need it to exist, bitch!
So I'ma play my guitar
Rap about aliens and sing about stars
'Til you understand that's what we are
So we ain't got to struggle no more so we don't starve
I swear to God I love you with every bar
We all got problems that need to be solved
So while I got the mic I'ma speak my thoughts
And I'ma keep it real till the day I fall
You might also like[Coda]
Turn my music up!5 | Hip-HopRap | 1 | 9 | 2,009 | 10,026 |
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1,791 | Gorgeous | Kanye West | [Produced by Kanye West, Mike Dean & No I.D.]
[Chorus: Kid Cudi]
Ain't no question if I want it, I need it
I can feel it slowly drifting away from me
I'm on the edge, so why you playing? I'm saying
I will never ever let you live this down, down, down
Not for nothing, I've foreseen it, I dreamed it
I can feel it slowly drifting away from me
No more chances, if you blow this, you bogus
I will never ever let you live this down, down, down
[Verse 1: Kanye West]
Penitentiary chances, the devil dances
And eventually answers to the call of autumn
All them fallin' for the love of ballin'
Got caught with thirty rocks, the cop look like Alec Baldwin
Inter-century anthems based off inner-city tantrums
Based off the way we was branded
Face it, Jerome get more time than Brandon
And at the airport, they check all through my bag
And tell me that it's random
But we stay winning
This week has been a bad massage, I need a happy ending
And a new beginning and a new fitted
And some job opportunities that's lucrative
This the real world, homie, school finished
They done stole your dreams, you don't know who did it
I treat the cash the way the government treats AIDS
I won't be satisfied 'til all my niggas get it, get it?
You might also like[Chorus: Kid Cudi]
Ain't no question if I want it, I need it
I can feel it slowly drifting away from me
I'm on the edge, so why you playing? I'm saying
I will never ever let you live this down, down, down
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Is hip-hop just a euphemism for a new religion?
The soul music of the slaves that the youth is missing
But this is more than just my road to redemption
Malcolm West had the whole nation standing at attention
As long as I'm in Polo smiling, they think they got me
But they'd try to crack me if they ever see a Black me
I thought I chose a field where they couldn't sack me
If a nigga ain't shootin' a jumpshot, runnin' a track meet
But this pimp is at the top of Mount Olympus
Ready for the world's games, this is my Olympics
We make 'em say ho 'cause the game is so pimpish
Choke a South Park writer with a fishstick
I insisted to get up off of this dick
And these drugs, niggas can't resist it
Remind me when they tried to have Ali enlisted
If I ever wasn't the greatest, nigga, I must have missed it
[Chorus: Kid Cudi]
Ain't no question if I want it, I need it
I can feel it slowly drifting away from me
I'm on the edge, so why you playing? I'm saying
I will never ever let you live this down, down, down
[Verse 3: Kanye West]
I need more drinks and less lights
And that American Apparel girl in just tights
She told the director she tryna get in a school
He said, "Take them glasses off and get in the pool"
It's been a while since I watched the tube
'Cause like a Crip set, I got way too many blues for any more bad news
I was looking at my resume, feeling real fresh today
They rewrite history, I don't believe in yesterday
And what's a Black Beatle anyway, a fuckin' roach?
I guess that's why they got me sitting in fuckin' coach
My guy said I need a different approach
'Cause people is looking at me like I'm sniffin' coke
It's not funny anymore, try different jokes
Tell 'em hug and kiss my ass, X and O
And kiss the ring while they at it, do my thing while I got it
Play strings for the dramatic ending of that wack shit
Act like I ain't had a belt in two classes
I ain't got it, I'm coming after whoever who has it
I'm coming after whoever, who has it?
You blowin' up, that's good, fantastic
That, y'all, it's like that, y'all
I don't really give a fuck about it at all
'Cause the same people that tried to blackball me
Forgot about two things, my Black balls
[Chorus: Kid Cudi]
Ain't no question if I want it, I need it
I can feel it slowly drifting away from me
I'm on the edge, so why you playing? I'm saying
I will never ever let you live this down, down, down
[Verse 4: Raekwon]
Ayy, yo
I done copped Timbs, lived in lenses, kid
Armani suits, fresh fruits, Bally boots, and Benzes
Counting up, smoking, one cuff
Live as a red Jag', a Louis bag, grabbin' a blunt, fuck it
Steam about a hundred and one L's
Kites off to jails, buyin' sweats, running up in Stetson
Nigga hat game was special
It matched every black pair of Nikes, throwing dice for decimals
The older head, bolder head, would train a soldier head
Make sure he right in the field, not a soldier dead
That meant code red, bent off the black skunk
The black Dutch, back of the old shed
If you can't live, you dying, you give or buy in
Keep it real or keep it moving, keep grinding
Keep shining, to every young man, this is a plan
Learn from others like your brothers Rae and Kanye
[Chorus: Kid Cudi]
Not for nothing, I've forseen it, I dreamed it
I can feel it slowly drifting away from me
No more chances, if you blow this, you bogus
I will never ever let you live this down, down, down245 | Hip-HopRap | 22 | 11 | 2,010 | 1,899,777 |
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1,792 | Made | Big Sean | [Verse 1: Drake]
Low-key Peter Parker flow
Tell her bring some Ace of Spades no sparklers though
Private flights no hassle I just park and go
I’m the highlight like when markers glow
Oooooh, look what you created
Only got yourself to blame, I remember when you hated ooooh
Now you tell me take my time
How bout I just take your city make that muthaf-cker mine uh ha
I’m a underground king ho, I sit tall, I swang low
The game ain't always fair and thats the thing though
You can play your heart out everyone don’t get a ring though
You are in the presence of a champion
Bout to get a condo that I can fit your mansion in
You always be calling her, she ain’t never answering
You ain’t figured out I am the reason that she canceling
I be at the parties where you stuck outside and can’t come in
Call me Ron Burgundy y'all the other anchormen
Whats on the news trick, gossiping bout music
Cause rumours I’m the new shit and guess what it’s true bitch
[Hook: Drake]
We made it
We made it
We made it
They hate it
They hate it
They hate it
They hate it
See Big Sean LiveGet tickets as low as $70You might also like[Refrain: Drake, Big Sean]
I feel like we made it
But we ain't made enough
It's so amazing
You woulda thought we made it up
Man I was made to be greater
Made for the grind
Made for the lights
Made for the shine
[Verse 2: Big Sean]
Ay look, I need less friends more bread
Less talk more head
Used to ride escorts now I get escorted (do it)
I’m just waiting on my cue dog no pledge
Said she like all girls I turn that bitch co-ed
Threw on my track team handed my baton to her
Passed her blew her off, I chronic Veronica
Who got up on my nerves so I had to platonic her
No that ain't my girl but every leader needs a Monica
I’m the head of my estate ain't that ironic huh
I want the baddest chick to treat my stick like a thermometer
Ohh, I’m who they going ape shit over
I’m who your girlfriend acting like she ain't shit over
See broads over niggas but business over broads
See business equals money and money’s over all
I’m tryna move my momma from the ghettos to the meadows
Well she can’t stay in that fucking hood forever, forever
Was made for that Mick Jagger shit baggage check and a chick
Fast girls, faster whip, big chains master shit
Bitch I’m living everyday month yearly
Yell until you muthfuckers hear me, we made it
[Hook: Drake]
We made it
We made it
We made it
They hate it
They hate it
They hate it
They hate it4 | Unknown | 31 | 8 | 2,010 | 64,241 |
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1,795 | White & Nerdy | “Weird Al” Yankovic | [Chorus]
They see me mowin' my front lawn
I know they're all thinking I'm so white and nerdy
Think I'm just too white and nerdy
Think I'm just too white and nerdy
Can't you see I'm white and nerdy?
Look at me, I'm white and nerdy
I wanna roll with the gangstas
But so far they all think I'm too white and nerdy
Think I'm just too white and nerdy
Think I'm just too white and nerdy
I'm just too white and nerdy
Really, really white and nerdy
[Verse 1]
First in my class here at MIT
Got skills, I'm a champion at D&D
M.C. Escher—that's my favorite "M.C."
Keep your 40, I'll just have an Earl Grey tea
My rims never spin, to the contrary
You'll find that they're quite stationary
All of my action figures are cherry
Stephen Hawking's in my library
My MySpace page is all totally pimped out
Got people beggin' for my Top 8 spaces
Yo, I know pi to a thousand places
Ain't got no grills, but I still wear braces
I order all of my sandwiches with mayonnaise
I'm a whiz at Minesweeper—I could play for days
Once you see my sweet moves, you're gonna stay amazed
My fingers movin' so fast I'll set the place ablaze
There's no killer app I haven't run (Run)
At Pascal, well, I'm number one (One)
Do vector calculus just for fun
I ain't got a gat but I got a soldering gun (What?)
"Happy Days" is my favorite theme song
I could sure kick your butt in a game of ping pong
I'll ace any trivia quiz you bring on
I'm fluent in JavaScript as well as Klingon
Here's the part I sing on
You might also like[Chorus]
They see me roll on my Segway
I know in my heart they think I'm white and nerdy
Think I'm just too white and nerdy
Think I'm just too white and nerdy
Can't you see I'm white and nerdy?
Look at me, I'm white and nerdy
I'd like to roll with the gangstas
Although it's apparent I'm too white and nerdy
Think I'm just too white and nerdy
Think I'm just too white and nerdy
I'm just too white and nerdy
How'd I get so white and nerdy?
[Verse 2]
I've been browsin', inspectin'
X-Men comics, you know I collect 'em
The pens in my pocket, I must protect 'em
My ergonomic keyboard never leaves me bored
Shopping online for deals on some writable media
I edit Wikipedia
I memorized Holy Grail really well
I can recite it right now and have you "ROTFLOL"
I got a business doing websites
When my friends need some code, who do they call?
I do HTML for 'em all
Even made a homepage for my dog, yo
I got myself a fanny pack
They were havin' a sale down at The Gap
Spend my nights with a roll of bubble wrap
Pop, pop, hope no one sees me, gettin' freaky
I'm nerdy in the extreme and whiter than sour cream
I was in AV Club and Glee Club and even the Chess Team
Only question I ever thought was hard
Was do I like Kirk or do I like Picard?
Spend every weekend at the Renaissance Fair
Got my name on my underwear
[Chorus]
They see me strollin', they laughin'
And rollin' their eyes 'cause I'm so white and nerdy
Just because I'm white and nerdy
Just because I'm white and nerdy
All because I'm white and nerdy
Holy cow, I'm white and nerdy!
I wanna bowl with the gangstas
But, oh well, it's obvious I'm white and nerdy
Think I'm just too white and nerdy
Think I'm just too white and nerdy
I'm just too white and nerdy
Look at me, I'm white and nerdy20 | Novelty | 12 | 9 | 2,006 | 104,976 |
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1,796 | Rap Game / Crack Game | JAY-Z | [Intro]
Uhh...
Uhh, yeah
Won't stop niggas
"Somehow the rap game remind me of the crack game"
Jigga! Feel me!
Pa-pause, told ya motherfuckers, told ya
"See that rap shit is really just like sellin smoke"
Uhh, Roc-A-Fella
Geyeah
[Verse 1]
We treat this rap shit just like, handlin' weight
What they want we give it to 'em, what they abandon we take
Hit a rapper with consignment, let him know it's at stake
Put his ass in the studio, let him cook up a cake
When it's hot, get on my money spot in every state
Like the wiz in Camelot, the mom-and-pop's is the gate
But first we scope shit, advertise in every area
Let the fiends know hey, we got some dope shit
Gon' need a middle man, so we look to radio
Let 'em test the product, give 'em a promo show
Just a breeze, not enough to catch a real vibe
Then we drop a maxi single and charge 'em two for five
Ain't tryin' to, kill 'em at first just, buildin' clientele
So when the album drops the first weeks it's on sale
But when demand grows it's time to expand yo
You don't want no garbage papi, it's ten grand per blow, fo' sho'
You might also like[Chorus]
"Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game"
"See that rap shit is really just like sellin' smoke"
"Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game"
"See that rap shit is really just like sellin' smoke"
"Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game"
"See that rap shit is really just like sellin' smoke"
[Verse 2]
Ge-ge-geyeah
I got that uncut raw to make a fiend's body jerk
Got your whole block now, pumpin' my work
My CD's is like keys for you Willie's who
Like to floss my cassette tapes in sixty-two's
And my singles like gems, you know the treys
Get you high for a while, but the, high don't stay
You need another fix, you better cop these last two bricks
'Cause when this shit flip, I'ma get on some other shit
Never pitchin' for a label, Jigga's the hook-up
You know my shit is fishscale, y'all niggas is cook up
Just blow up, scream my name from Brooklyn to Da-kota
They know my shit stretch without the bakin' soda
Went from an eighth, to a quarter, to a half a key
Priority's work wasn't right so I switched factories
Now I'm the new nigga, who figured I'd get the game locked
Now watch how the prices of your cocaine drop, papa
[Chorus]
"Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game"
"See that rap shit is really just like sellin' smoke"
"Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game"
"See that rap shit is really just like sellin' smoke"
"Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game"
"See that rap shit is really just like sellin' smoke"
"Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game"
"See that rap shit is really just like sellin' smoke"7 | Hip-HopRap | 4 | 11 | 1,997 | 36,983 |
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1,797 | Mockingbird | Eminem | [Intro]
Yeah
I know sometimes
Things may not always make sense to you right now
But hey
What Daddy always tell you?
Straighten up, little soldier
Stiffen up that upper lip
What you cryin' about?
You got me
[Verse 1]
Hailie, I know you miss your Mom, and I know you miss your Dad
When I'm gone, but I'm tryin' to give you the life that I never had
I can see you're sad, even when you smile, even when you laugh
I can see it in your eyes, deep inside you wanna cry
'Cause you're scared, I ain't there, Daddy's wit' you in your prayers
No more cryin', wipe them tears, Daddy's here, no more nightmares
We gon' pull together through it, we gon' do it
Lainie, Uncle's crazy, ain't he? Yeah, but he loves you, girl, and you better know it
We're all we got in this world when it spins, when it swirls
When it whirls, when it twirls, two little beautiful girls
Lookin' puzzled, in a daze, I know it's confusin' you
Daddy's always on the move, Mama's always on the news
I try to keep you sheltered from it, but somehow it seems
The harder that I try to do that, the more it backfires on me
All the things growin' up as Daddy that he had to see
Daddy don't want you to see, but you see just as much as he did
We did not plan it to be this way, your mother and me
But things have got so bad between us, I don't see us ever bein'
Together ever again, like we used to be when we was teenagers
But then, of course, everything always happens for a reason
I guess it was never meant to be
But it's just somethin' we have no control over, and that's what destiny is
But no more worries, rest your head and go to sleep
Maybe one day we'll wake up and this'll all just be a dream
You might also like[Chorus 1]
Now hush, little baby, don't you cry
Everything's gonna be alright
Stiffen that upper lip up, little lady, I told ya
Daddy's here to hold ya through the night
I know Mommy's not here right now and we don't know why
We feel how we feel inside
It may seem a little crazy, pretty baby
But I promise Mama's gon' be alright
[Verse 2]
Heh, it's funny
I remember back one year when Daddy had no money
Mommy wrapped the Christmas presents up and stuck 'em under the tree
And said some of 'em were from me 'cause Daddy couldn't buy 'em
I'll never forget that Christmas, I sat up the whole night crying
'Cause Daddy felt like a bum—see, Daddy had a job
But his job was to keep the food on the table for you and Mom
And at the time, every house that we lived in
Either kept gettin' broken into and robbed or shot up on the block
And your Mom was savin' money for you in a jar
Tryin' to start a piggy bank for you so you could go to college
Almost had a thousand dollars, 'til someone broke in and stole it
And I know it hurt so bad it broke your Mama's heart
And it seemed like everything was just startin' to fall apart
Mom and Dad was arguin' a lot
So Mama moved back on to Chalmers in the flat, one-bedroom apartment
And Dad moved back to the other side of 8 Mile on Novara
And that's when Daddy went to California with his CD
And met Dr. Dre, and flew you and Mama out to see me
But Daddy had to work, you and Mama had to leave me
Then you started seein' Daddy on the TV
And Mama didn't like it
And you and Lainie were too young to understand it
Papa was a rolling stone, Mama developed a habit
And it all happened too fast for either one of us to grab it
I'm just sorry you were there and had to witness it firsthand
'Cause all I ever wanted to do was just make you proud
Now I'm sittin' in this empty house just reminiscin'
Lookin' at your baby pictures, it just trips me out
To see how much you both have grown, it's almost like you're sisters now
Wow, guess you pretty much are, and Daddy's still here
Lainie, I'm talkin' to you too, Daddy's still here
I like the sound of that, yeah, it's got a ring to it, don't it?
Shh! Mama's only gone for the moment
[Chorus 1]
Now hush, little baby, don't you cry
Everything's gonna be alright
Stiffen that upper lip up, little lady, I told ya
Daddy's here to hold ya through the night
I know Mommy's not here right now and we don't know why
We feel how we feel inside
It may seem a little crazy, pretty baby
But I promise Mama's gon' be alright
[Chorus 2]
And if you ask me to, Daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird
I'ma give you the world
I'ma buy a diamond ring for you, I'ma sing for you
I'll do anything for you to see you smile
And if that mockingbird don't sing and that ring don't shine
I'ma break that birdie's neck
I'll go back to the jeweler who sold it to ya
And make him eat every carat, don't fuck with Dad! (Haha)405 | Rap | 12 | 11 | 2,004 | 2,923,985 |
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1,801 | I’m So Raw | Tyga | [Verse 1]
Look, I'm so raw, turn the oven on
Chef Papa John, I get the parmesan
She want a yellow nigga, corn on the cob
Indian giver, slob on my knob
The bitch blow hard, harder than some Halls
Here, take 'em all, you'll be straight in the morn'
I'm two peace gone, I'm never gon' call
Fly nigga, I don't wear it if it's in the mall
Seen it on the blogs, these motherfuckers cost
Yves Saint Laurent, you can tell by the fonts
I do what I want, wake up when it's lunch
Walk like I'm drunk, uh, swagga so uh
Goyard trunks, go around, I got a bunch
Tell TSA, "Bitch, get up out my stuff"
I wouldn't recommend you to ever check 'em in
I started with the end so when do I begin?
[Verse 2]
I'm so raw, turn the oven on
Chef Papa John, I get the parmesan
Pocket full of paper, underage in casinos
You wanna see ID, oh? But I'm in the suite though
Here my room-key, go, room movin' slow-mo
Fans want a photo, but it's my turn to roll
Hold up, baby, hold those, you see I'm chillin', dolo
Lens with a logo, pinky ring, Frodo
I'm feelin' my self, no ho-h-h-homo
Hold that beat, poor that more ro-r-r-roso
Rosé, you bozos, couldn't speak what I'm on
You would need Rosetta Stone
All these niggas all clones, we be originals
Young Money Seminoles, tribe full of generals
Don't ask me shit unless it's in a interview, nigga
Unless it's in a interview
See Tyga LiveGet tickets as low as $42You might also like[Outro]
Ha, don't talk to me, I'm not your friend
I'm just a fan of a fan
Haha, I love all my fans though
Mmm5 | Hip-HopRap | 9 | 4 | 2,010 | 27,204 |
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1,805 | Love the Way You Lie, Pt. II | Rihanna | [Verse 1: Rihanna]
On the first page of our story
The future seemed so bright
Then this thing turned out so evil
I don't know why I'm still surprised
Even angels have their wicked schemes
And you take that to new extremes
But you'll always be my hero
Even though you've lost your mind
[Chorus: Rihanna]
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
Well, that's alright because I like the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
Well, that's alright because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie, oh
I love the way you lie
[Verse 2: Rihanna]
Now there's gravel in our voices
Glass is shattered from the fight
In this tug of war, you'll always win
Even when I'm right
'Cause you feed me fables from your head
With violent words and empty threats
And it's sick that all these battles
Are what keeps me satisfied
You might also like[Chorus: Rihanna]
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
Well, that's alright because I like the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
Well, that's alright because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie, oh
I love the way you lie, oh
[Bridge: Rihanna]
So maybe I'm a masochist
I try to run, but I don't wanna ever leave
'Til the walls are going up
In smoke with all our memories
[Verse 3: Eminem]
It's morning, you wake, a sunray hits your face
Smeared makeup as we lay in the wake of destruction (Shh)
Hush baby, speak softly, tell me you're awfully sorry
That you pushed me into the coffee table last night so I can push you off me
Try and touch me so I can scream at you not to touch me
Run out the room and I'll follow you like a lost puppy
Baby, without you, I'm nothing, I'm so lost, hug me
Then tell me how ugly I am, but that you'll always love me
Then after that, shove me, in the aftermath of the
Destructive path that we're on, two psychopaths, but we
Know that no matter how many knives we put in each other's backs
That we'll have each other's backs 'cause we're that lucky
Together, we move mountains, let's not make mountains out of molehills
You hit me twice, yeah, but who's counting?
I may have hit you three times, I'm starting to lose count
But together, we'll live forever, we found the youth fountain
Our love is crazy, we're nuts, but I refused counseling
This house is too huge, if you move out, I'll burn all two thousand
Square feet of it to the ground, ain't shit you can do about it
'Cause with you, I'm in my fucking mind, without you, I'm out it
[Chorus: Rihanna]
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
Well, that's alright because I like the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
Well, that's alright because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie88 | Pop | 12 | 11 | 2,010 | 705,330 |
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1,806 | Like A G6 | Far East Movement | [Chorus: Dev]
Poppin bottles in the ice, like a blizzard
When we drink we do it right, gettin' slizard
Sippin sizzurp in my ride, like Three 6
Now I'm feelin' so fly like a G6
Like a G6, like a G6
Now I'm feelin' so fly like a G6
Like a G6, like a G6
Now I'm feelin' so fly like a G6
[Verse 1: Cataracs]
Gimme that Moet
Gimme that Cristal
Ladies love my style, at my table gettin wild
Get them bottles poppin', we get that drip and that drop
Now give me two more bottles cuz you know it don't stop
[Pre-Chorus: Cataracs]
Hell yeah, drink it up, drink-drink it up
When sober girls around me, they be actin' like they drunk
They be actin' like they drunk, actin'-actin' like they drunk
When sober girls around me, they be actin' like they drunk
[Chorus: Dev]
Poppin bottles in the ice, like a blizzard
When we drink we do it right, gettin' slizard
Sippin sizzurp in my ride, like Three 6
Now I'm feelin' so fly like a G6
Like a G6, like a G6
Now I'm feelin' so fly like a G6
Like a G6, like a G6
Now I'm feelin' so fly like a G6
You might also like[Verse 2: Cataracs]
Sippin on, sippin on sizz, I'ma ma-make it fizz
Girl I keep it gangsta, poppin' bottles at the crib
This is how we live, every single night
Take that bottle to the head, and let me see you fly
[Pre-Chorus: Cataracs]
Hell yeah, drink it up, drink-drink it up
When sober girls around me, they be actin' like they drunk
They be actin like they drunk, actin'-actin' like they drunk
When sober girls around me, they be actin' like they drunk
[Chorus: Dev]
Poppin bottles in the ice, like a blizzard
When we drink we do it right, gettin' slizard
Sippin sizzurp in my ride, like Three 6
Now I'm feelin' so fly like a G6
Like a G6, like a G6
Now I'm feelin' so fly like a G6
Like a G6, like a G6
Now I'm feelin' so fly like a G6
[Bridge: The Cataracs]
It's that 808 bump, make you put yo hands up
Make you put yo hands up, put yo, put yo hands up
(You can't touch this)
It's that 808 bump, make you put yo hands up
Make you put yo hands up, put yo, put yo hands up
(You can't touch this)
Hell yeah, make you put yo hands up
Make you put yo hands up, put yo, put yo put yo hands up
Hell yeah, make you put yo hands up
Make you put yo hands up, put yo, put yo put yo hands up
[Chorus: Dev]
Poppin bottles in the ice, like a blizzard
When we drink we do it right, gettin' slizard
Sippin sizzurp in my ride, like Three 6
Now I'm feelin' so fly like a G6
Like a G6, like a G6
Now I'm feelin' so fly like a G6
Like a G6, like a G6
Now I'm feelin' so fly like a G625 | Hip-Hop | 4 | 11 | 2,009 | 266,292 |
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1,808 | Same Mistakes (Fall For Your Type) | Drake | [Verse 1]
Can I, can I save you from you?
'Cause you know there's something missing
And that champagne you've been sippin's not supposed to make you different all the time
It's starting to feel like the wrong thing to do, yeah
'Cause with all that recognition it gets hard for you to listen
To the things that I must say to make you mine
But live girl, have some fun girl, we'll be fine
Trying to convince myself I've found one
Making a mistake I never learned from
[Hook]
I swear I always fall for your type, yeah, for your type
Tell me why I always fall for your type, for your type
I just can't explain this shit at all
I just can't explain this shit at all
I just can't explain this shit at all
I just can't explain this shit at all
I believe in people like you
[Verse 2]
'Cause who am I to judge you on the past, girl
I bet there's a reason for it all
You say that you're nothing like the last girl
I just pray that you don't let me down right now
But it's too late, 'cause I'm already yours
You just gotta promise me, hearts won't break
And end up like before
See Drake LiveGet tickets as low as $50You might also like[Hook]
I swear I always fall for your type, yeah, for your type
Tell me why I always fall for your type, for your type
I just can't explain this shit at all
I just can't explain this shit at all
I just can't explain this shit at all
I just can't explain this shit at all
I believe in people like you
[Verse 3]
Look, dress hanging off your shoulder, barely sober
Telling me how you moving away and starting over
Girl, quit playing you just drunk. You just saying shit
Oh you dance, dance like how, like ballet and shit
Oh, wait... No, I get it girl, I'm with it
I've been down this road before and yeah I skidded but forget it
Damn, I wonder why I never why I learned my lesson
It's feeling like the second chance and its the first impression
And I heard it's nothing new except for someone new
But how you supposed to find the one when anyone will come with you
Talking to myself but I never listen
'Cause man it's been a while, and I swear that this ones different
That's why I'ma take you anywhere you wanna go
Let you meet my friends so they can lecture me again about
How reckless I have been
And I'm slowly running out of all the time that I invest in
Making all the same mistakes and I'm just trying to correct it
And I fall...
[Hook]
I swear I always fall for your type, yeah, for your type
Tell me why I always fall for your type, for your type
I just can't explain this shit at all
I just can't explain this shit at all
I just can't explain this shit at all
I just can't explain this shit at all
I believe in people like you7 | Hip-HopRap | null | null | 2,010 | 118,732 |
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1,809 | If Rap Gets Jealous | K’naan | So good things come to those who wait
Sure, I've waited about pop-pop-pop-pop
That's four cousins shot!
I got grudges, let's discuss this
My music needs no touch ups
I got a long record of fuck ups
Trust me you don't know a past as weird as mine
Or a life as hard as mine
I had to hustle, chop, sell drugs, grind
Whatever you want to call it is fine
But just listen, and don't prejudge
I don't want anyone dismissin' me as another thug
Or some shit like that
No Sir! If I fall I will get right back
I got circumstances, but let me stop dancin' around the issue
And tell you straight forward, I'm poor
A refugee, been in prison and survived the war
I come from the most dangerous city in this universe
You're likely to get shot at birth!
So how can rap quench my thirst
I don't even hear verses no more
I hear jerkin' off punks with lip glosses and purses
I don't see nobody operatin' shit anymore
I see nurses, fuck that! I'm gonna stay alive!
I'd rather do a stage dive!
You might also like[Hook]
And if rap gets jealous cause I rock heavy
It don't worry me if m'aa fuckers don't get it
Yo, if rap gets jealous, words that were admitted
I used to be a public enemy don't forget it
And if rap gets jealous cause I rock heavy
It don't worry me if m'aa fuckers don't get it
Yo, if rap gets jealous, cause of where I'm headed
Aggression, obsession, where pain live again
[K'naan]
So yeah, basically I gotta realease occasionaly
I gotta let you know what's goin' on with me
And facing me are some tough choices
I got a good side and a bad side
Inside my head, I hear screams, not voices
And I can't lie, ain't got Shit!
I ain't got to brag
I'm hard pressed for some cash to send to my ill dad
You're so superficial!
Of course it's for shizzle
Now my choice is to piss on you boys
Cause my mission is the world
To know my name
My aim is plainly success
But I still gotta come fresh
So, how could rap quench my thirst
I don't even hear verses no more
I hear jerkin' off,punks with lip glosses and purses
I don't see nobody operating shit anymore
I see nurses, Fuck that!, I'm gonna stay alive! I'd rather do a stage dive!
[Hook]
[K'naan]
He, He, He, That's what it is,it's pain,know what I'm sayin'?
I don't know man it's like
You spend years developing your artistry
Know what I'm sayin', perfecting your skills
You can't do shit with it, Ha!
That's gotta be Fucked up!, know what I'm sayin'?
Ha! That's gotta be Fucked up
You know,just imagine like, imagine you build a Fuckin' castle
And you can't live in it, ha, That's what it is
You can't live it you know
And you got problems, you got family to feed
I got family to feed moment of truth right
And I still gotta come fresh
So how could rap quench my thirst
I don't even hear verses no more
I hear jerkin' off, punks with lip glosses and purses
I don't see nobody I can reach anymore
I see nurses, fuck that, I'm gonna stay alive, I'd rather do a stage live!
[Hook](x2)1 | Pop | 7 | 6 | 2,004 | null |
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1,811 | Looking for Trouble | Kanye West | [Intro: Pusha T & Kanye West]
Re-Up Gang Pusha
Música bubble
Not looking for trouble
Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble
But you found it, motherfucker
Some shekels fe I shenks
Yes!
Just a burn up de lamb’s bread
[Verse 1: Pusha T]
All I see is black roses, drug dealer poses
Shoveling that devil’s angel up they noses
Never let jail turn my Shyne into Moses
Couldn’t cleanse my soul with them Civil Rights hoses
Panoramic roof, under glass like a coaster
Backseat driver, racial slurs at the chauffeur
Kélian loafers, Mikimoto chokes her
Photo-op is priceless, frame our wanted posters
The audacity, war brings casualty
Bitch, have my son before I face that tragedy
Ugh, I order hits, she orders mahi
R.I.P. Vivian Blake, shout out the Shower Posse, gone!
[Interlude: Kanye West]
Música bubble
Not looking for trouble
Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble
But you found it, motherfucker
Some shekels fe I shenks
Yeah, yeah
Just a burn up de lamb’s bread
You might also like[Verse 2: Kanye West]
I miss the misogyny, bad bitches massagin' me
Sometimes, we lowered our standards at the colleges
So please don’t judge me, ugh, for the following:
Fat bitches swallowing, skinny bitches modeling
Take off that Givenchy and let’s get raunchy
I'll have your face looking all Captain Crunch-y
The devil stay testing
'Cause when you chase the pussy, it’s a sin
But if it falls in your lap, it’s a blessin'
Soon as I got salad, I spent it all on dressing
French, to be exact, that Balmain was impressive
Hedi Slimane leathers...
[Interlude: CyHi the Prynce]
CyHi!
Yeah!
[Verse 3: CyHi the Prynce]
Boy, we lookin’ for trouble
Maybe if we wasn’t Black, then we wouldn’t have struggled
Player, all I got is trap niggas and crooks in my huddle
They cook and I smuggle, got 20 pounds of kush in the duffle
So I’m running through them circles, boy, I’m lookin like Knuckles
Look at my knuckles, got the hook in, ’cause niggas was looking
I’ve tooken some whoopings, so trust me, dog, I’m good for a scuffle
Don’t be mad I whooped your ass 'cause I’ve tooken a couple
Feds asking niggas questions, but I wouldn’t rebuttal
'Cause I’m Jake Gyllenhaal, I’m in the hood with the bubble
With a tall model broad like I took her from Russell
Didn’t play the cards I was dealt, I made the dealer re-shuffle
Huh, royal flush, so kiss my royal nuts
Ain’t nothing silver-spooned, I came from the soil, bruh
But now, I’m eatin’ off of Raffaello Gold
Exquisite ravioli with some happy yellow hoes
But don’t get it confused when I rap these mellow flows
'Cause all my Titos got bricks like the yellow road
[Interlude: Big Sean & Kanye West]
G.O.O.D.! I do it
Música bubble
Not looking for trouble
B-I-G, Sean Don, nigga
Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble
But you found it, motherfucker
Some shekels fe I shenks
Bitch! I'm in...
Just a burn up de lamb’s bread
[Verse 4: Big Sean]
... That no-smoke sec', rolling motherfucking ounces
Marijuana mountains, drinks you’re not pronouncing
Three chains on, I don’t need no bouncers
Nothing less than a G stashed in my trousers (Boy)
New double Ds smashed in her blouses
Fuck a hotel, my nigga we rent houses (Houses)
My nigga, we rent houses
So many wedding rings lost in them couches
I’m just a Westside lover
I leave females in my sheets and all my feelings in a rubber
This is showtime, showtime, boy, I hope you set the DVR
Stacking money face to face, this shit look like CPR
‘Ye invited me a seat to sit at the throne
So now I’m snappin’ like yo ass just finished the poem
Does he sound like 'Ye, Jay or Drizzy Drake? (Drizzy Drake)
Meanwhile I’m chillin’ with all these niggas, counting all this money you ain’t
Consider yourself lucky to see a legend before the prime
A killer before the crime, a B.I.G. before the dying
Greet me with a middle finger when you see me
It’s cool 'cause I can’t see yo ass from this side of the TV, motherfucker!
[Verse 5: J. Cole]
Hey, Cole World, make way for the chosen one
What you now hear is puttin’ fear in all the older ones
Downplayed me to downgrade me like they don’t notice him
Your shoes too big to fill? I can barely squeeze my toes in ‘em
Fucking hoes while teachin' niggas to hold your sons
This the rap Moses—scratch that, Mary and Joseph’s son
High as fuck with a cold flow and a loaded gun
Never say I’m better than Hov, but I’m the closest one
Heard you lookin’ for trouble, what, I’m 'sposed to run?
Your bitch invited me inside her, ain’t I 'sposed to come?
Got niggas that’ll blow your tee off, put a hole in one
Now you outside of Heaven’s gate, frontin’ like you know someone
Talking hard, but y’all still ain’t push me
They say you are what you eat, and I still ain’t pussy
Hmm, fuck it, everybody can get it
When you’re this hot, everybody’s a critic
But when you’re this high, everybody’s a midget
All this mean-mugging from niggas that mean nothing
Could it be my position is one that you dreamed of?
Went from quarter to broke to half-past-rich
With my badass bitch
And you don’t want no problems, on some math class shit
So check the young genius out
Fuck the world, bust a nut, and let my semen sprout
I thought that real shit is what you been fiending ’bout
What you been praying for? What you been screaming ’bout?
Ironic, you been sleeping on the one that you been dreaming 'bout38 | Hip-HopRap | 5 | 11 | 2,010 | 323,748 |
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1,812 | What’s My Name? | Rihanna | [Refrain: Rihanna & Drake]
Oh na-na, what's my name?
Oh na-na, what's my name?
Oh na-na, what's my name?
Oh na-na, what's my name?
Oh na-na, what's my name? (Uh)
What's my name? What's my name? (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Drake]
I heard you good with them soft lips
Yeah, you know, word of mouth
The square root of sixty-nine is eight somethin', right?
'Cause I've been tryna work it out, oh
Good weed, white wine, uh
I come alive in the night time, yeah
Okay, away we go
Only thing we have on is the radio
Let it play
Say you gotta leave, but I know you wanna stay
You just waitin' on the traffic jam to finish, girl
The things that we could do in twenty minutes, girl
Say my name, say my name, wear it out
It's gettin' hot, crack a window, air it out
I can get you through a mighty long day
Soon as you go, the text that I write is gon' say
You might also like[Refrain: Rihanna]
Oh na-na, what's my name?
Oh na-na, what's my name?
Oh na-na, what's my name?
What's my name? What's my name?
[Verse 2: Rihanna]
Not everybody
Knows how to work my body
Knows how to make me want it
But, boy, you stay up on it
You got that somethin'
That keeps me so off balance
Baby, you're a challenge
Let's explore your talent
[Chorus: Rihanna]
Hey, boy, I really wanna see if you
Can go downtown with a girl like me
Hey, boy, I really wanna be with you
'Cause you just my type
Ooh, na, na, na, na
I need a boy to take it over
Lookin' for a guy to put in work
Oh woah, oh woah
Hey, boy, I really wanna see if you
Can go downtown with a girl like me
Hey, boy, I really wanna be with you
'Cause you just my type
Ooh, na, na, na, na
I need a boy to take it over
Lookin' for a guy to put in work
Oh woah, oh woah
[Refrain: Rihanna]
Oh na-na, what's my name?
Oh na-na, what's my name?
Oh na-na, what's my name?
What's my name? What's my name?
[Verse 3: Rihanna]
Baby, you got me
And ain't nowhere that I'd be
Than with your arms around me
Back and forth, you rock me, yeah
So I surrender
To every word you whisper
Every door you enter
I will let you in
[Chorus: Rihanna]
Hey, boy, I really wanna see if you
Can go downtown with a girl like me
Hey, boy, I really wanna be with you
'Cause you just my type
Ooh, na, na, na, na
I need a boy to take it over
Lookin' for a guy to put in work
Oh woah, oh woah
[Bridge: Rihanna]
You're so amazing
You took the time to figure me out
That's why you take me
Way past the point of turnin' me on
You 'bout to break me
I swear you got me losin' my mind
[Refrain: Rihanna]
Oh na-na, what's my name?
Oh na-na, what's my name?
Oh na-na, what's my name?
Oh na-na, what's my name?
Oh na-na, what's my name?
What's my name? What's my name?
[Chorus: Rihanna]
Hey, boy, I really wanna see if you
Can go downtown with a girl like me
Hey, boy, I really wanna be with you
'Cause you just my type
Ooh, na, na, na, na
I need a boy to take it over
Lookin' for a guy to put in work
Oh woah, oh woah
Hey, boy, I really wanna see if you
Can go downtown with a girl like me
Hey, boy, I really wanna be with you
'Cause you just my type
Ooh, na, na, na, na
I need a boy to take it over
Lookin' for a guy to put in work
Oh woah, oh woah62 | Pop | 26 | 10 | 2,010 | 798,524 |
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1,817 | Letter to B.I.G. | Jadakiss | [Intro: Jadakiss]
Uh huh! I ain't even good with writing
I don't even write shit
I just felt, I had to write this letter to BIG
Niggas is acting like.................. Letter to BIG
Uh, yo
[Verse: Jadakiss, Faith Evans & Both]
Dear Christopher "Frank White" Wallace
Yeah it's your boy Kiss I just want to holla
In your memory I keep the Coogi in my closet
Kangol on the rack, a fresh pair of Wallies
You know I'm still the liquor and the weed child
And still got Branson on speed dial
And everybody's the king now
You ain't gotta be nice getting shot is the thing now
Mafia was doing their best, they separated
Now Roc and Gutta doing a stretch, uh, yeah
Kim is still in it to win it
I seen Money L awhile ago but I ain't heard from Cease in a minute
People in power is queer
I could go on for a year 'bout how it would be if you were still here
The game got cheaper, rappers is more commercially successful now
But the heart's a lot weaker
You know me still got the flow that'll pop speakers
First option on offense the top feature
It's easy BIG all you need is a pro-tool set
And I ain't touch the paper that I was supposed to yet
Everybody that's somebody show respect
Only a matter of time before they notice that (Just a matter of time, matter of time)
I'm an impeccable lyricist
And with the right mechanics, I could take over be clear of this
They well aware of Kiss the light of the city
And I ain't on the label no more but I'm tighter with Diddy
I got my own plan handle mine like a grown man
Long as I know I'm nice, fuck it I'm my own fan
Remixed the joints you had
But, they could never ever duplicate your swag (Never)
Meanwhile I'm a keep it so on my lil' plans
And you might bump into a few of my lil' mans
Up there stepping with God
And down here Mister Cee in BK still repping you hard
T-yanna so pretty, CJ turned into a Lil' Biggie
Just a little lighter but so witty
On your born day, we get the highest
Groovy still the best with the garments, he keep me the flyest
Tonight, Patron is dead
Only right that I take a bottle of Bacardi Limon to the head
And before I end it, I gotta say thanks
Cause not only was your time well-spent, it was splendid (thanks)
Miss you, my nigga
One Love (So we tried to hard to understand)
See Jadakiss LiveGet tickets as low as $41You might also like[Chorus: Faith Evans & Jadakiss]
So we tried to hard to understand, why you had to go away
(That was my letter to B.I.G., nah'mean?)
You were everything - you were everything
(I felt it was only right, I really smoked with them niggas)
[Bridge: Faith Evans & Jadakiss]
So we'll just keep our heads to the sky (Drink wit 'em)
(Sat wit 'em, talked wit 'em)
Cause we know we're gonna see you in the next lifetime (Real shit)
But it's never easy saying good-bye
(See you when I get there, Biggie)
Saying - good-bye (Love you)
[Chorus: Faith Evans]
So we tried to hard to understand, why you had to go away
You were everything (Why you had to go away?)
So we tried to hard to understand, why you had to go away
You were everything (Oooo-hooo-oooo-hooo-oooo-hoooo...)5 | Hip Hop | 7 | 4 | 2,009 | 34,054 |
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1,818 | Still Dreaming | Nas | [Produced by Kanye West]
[Intro: Kanye West]
Some people really are
Yeah, uh, uh
And as the sun sets
And the night falls
And them ho's call
[Verse 1: Kanye West]
He pulled up at 6:30 in a 745
As he waving "Shorty, hi", you know he showin' his bling out
She got in the car, he drove, he pulled his thing out
His girl caught feelings, she mad, she threw the ring out
How she found out she dreamt the whole thing out
Y'all be going through problems, you gotta work the kinks out
When you go to sleep? What do you think 'bout?
If y'all get a divorce
She gon' take everything except the kitchen sink out
Make it so cold that you gotta pull your mink out
Or grab your roller skates and turn a roller rink out
You now back up in the club, in the club, tryna min-gle
Meanwhile, she out doing the same thing now
Nightmares from your dream gal make you scream out
[Chorus: Kanye West, Nas & Chrisette Michele]
Some people really (Still dreamin')
Some people really (Make you scream out)
Some people really are (Still dreamin')
Still dreamin' (Wha-wha-wha-wha-One-two one two)
Some dreams stay dreams, some dreams come true
They are still dreamin'(Wha-wha-wha-wha-One-two one two)
Some dreams stay dreams, some dreams come true
Some people really (Yeah)
Some people really (y-y-yeah)
Some people really are (Ugh)
You might also like[Verse 2: Nas]
How you a man waiting for the next man to get rich?
Your plan is to stick out your hand real quick
So if he feed your family and he serve you shit
Then he need that head you get and he deserve your bitch
Since you wishin' cash fall from the sky all your life
Dwellin' on the past when you was alright
When you was getting cash but wasn't too bright
Now your luck down, you feel like bustin' them shells
Nobody owe you, can't do nothin' for self
Want niggas to show you, how to come up with green
I schemed since I'm 14, what the fuck was your dream?
Rental cars, little broads, saying you was seen
With little niggas with a chain, you was doing your thing
How high was I? You the thousandth guy
That came around thinking we can see eye to eye
We on a different echelon
Could've got bread together, now you get skedded on
[Refrain: Sample of Kanye West and Nas]
[Verse 3: Nas]
She had several cars, she had credit cards
A castle, large master bathroom, getting a pedicure
Bellinis by the glassful, said she been meaning to ask who
Who in need of cash who, who could blast tools
And I'm eating cashews, knew she was bad news
But we mad cool, nothin' sexual
‘Cause I knew her since high school
Grew up with my dudes, like one of my crew
She worked for Fox News
One of her mans that she lent her drop to
Won't come back with it, so she want him clapped in it
Says it's important that it looks like an accident
She was snorting and her eyes had bags in it
She was recording, had a wire, askin' shit
Four days before I came by she got bagged with bricks
Crossed the line from her world of news castin'
To a world of entrapment, a good girl gone backwards
[Refrain: sample + Kanye and Nas]
[Sample of "They are still dreaming" to end]18 | Hip-Hop | 19 | 12 | 2,006 | 81,188 |
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1,819 | Made You Look | Nas | [Produced by Salaam Remi]
[Intro]
Bravehearts, Bravehearts, Bravehearts...
[Verse 1]
Now let's get it all in perspective
For all y'all enjoyment, a song y'all can step with
Y'all appointed me to bring rap justice
But I ain't Five-O, y'all know it's Nas, yo
Grey Goose and a whole lot of hydro
Only describe us as soldier survivors
Stay laced in the best, well-dressed
With finesse in a white tee, lookin' for wifey
Thug girl who fly and talks so nicely
Put her in the coupe so she can feel the nice breeze
We can drive through the city, no doubt
But don't say my car's topless, say the titties is out
Newness, here's the anthem
Put your hand up that you shoot with, count your loot with
Push the pool stick in your new crib
Same hand that you hoop with, swing around like you stupid
King of the town? Yeah, I been that
You know I click-clack — where you and your mens at?
Do the Smurf, do the Wop, Baseball Bat
Rooftop like we bringin' '88 back
You might also like[Chorus]
They shootin'! Aw, made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' big money, playboy, your time's up
Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?
They shootin'! Aw, made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' big money, playboy, your time's up
Where them gangstas at? Where them dimes at?
[Verse 2]
This ain't rappin', this is Street Hop
Now get up off yo' ass like your seat's hot
My live niggas lit up the reefer
Trunk of the car, we got the streetsweeper
Don't start none, won't be none
No reason for your mans to panic
You don't wanna see no ambulances
Knock a pimp's drink down in his pimp cup
That's the way you get Timberland'd up
Let the music defuse all the tension
Baller convention, free admission
Hustlers, dealers and killers can move swift
Girls get close, you can feel where the tool's kept
All my just-comin' homies, parolees
Get money, leave the beef alone slowly
Get out my face, you people so phony
Pull out my waist, the Eagle four-forty
[Chorus]
They shootin'! Aw, made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' big money, playboy, your time's up
Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?
They shootin'! Aw, made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' big money, playboy, your time's up
Where them gangstas at? Where them dimes at?
[Verse 3]
I see niggas runnin', yo, my mood is real rude
I lay you out, show you what steel do
Mobsters don't box, my pump shot obliges
Every invitation to fight you punk chazzers
Like Pun said "you ain't even in mi clasa"
Maybach Benz, back seat, TV plasma
Ladies lookin' for athletes or rappers
Whatever you choose, whatever you do
Make sure he a thug and intelligent too
Like a real thoroughbred is
Show me love, let me feel how the head is
Females who's the sexiest is always the nastiest
[Outro]
And I like a little sassiness
A lot of class; Mami, reach in your bag, pass the fifth
I'm a leader at last, this a don you with
My 9's will spit, niggas lose consciousness25 | Hip-Hop | 10 | 9 | 2,002 | 251,885 |
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1,822 | The Prayer | Kid Cudi | [Intro: Kid Cudi & Kanye West]
Ah, da-da, da-da, da-da-nah
Ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba-da-ba-da
La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la-la
Plain Pat, what up?
[Verse 1]
My heart thump, not from being nervous
Sometimes I'm thinking God made me special here on purpose
So all the while, 'til I'm gone make my words important
So if I slip away, if I die today
The last thing you remember won't be
About some apple bottom jeans with the boots with the fur
Maybe how I dream of being free since my birth
Cursed, but the demons I confronted would disperse
Have you ever heard of some shit so real?
Beyond, from the heart, from the soul, you can feel
[Chorus]
And if I die before I wake
I pray the Lord, my soul, to take
But please don't cry
Just know that I have made these songs for you
And if I die before I wake
I pray the Lord, my soul, to take
'Cause I'm ready for the funeral
Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh
See Kid Cudi LiveGet tickets as low as $103You might also like[Verse 2]
My mind runs, I could never catch it
Even if I got a head start, God, please help me
I am feeling so alone, wait
I don't need to worry 'cause I know the world'll feel this nigga
Blessing in disguise, but I am not hiding who I am, open your eyes, bruh
If I ever met you, I appreciate the love, yo
Girls that I dated, it's okay, I am not mad, yo
Unless you stabbed me in the heart, no love ho
This shit is so ill
Play it back from the top if you recognize real
[Chorus]
And if I die before I wake
I pray the Lord, my soul, to take
But please don't cry
Just know that I have made these songs for you
And if I die before I wake
I pray the Lord, my soul, to take
'Cause I'm ready for the funeral
And if I die before I wake
I pray the Lord, my soul, to take
But please don't cry
Just know that I have made these songs for you
And if I die before I wake
I pray the Lord, my soul, to take
'Cause I'm ready for the funeral
[Outro]
I'm ready for that
I'm ready for the funeral, hey-hey
I'm ready for the funeral, hey
I'm ready for the funeral
Hey, I'm ready for it
I'm ready for it
I'm ready for the funeral148 | Hip-HopRap | 17 | 7 | 2,008 | 605,756 |
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1,823 | Kingdom Come | JAY-Z | [Intro]
I don't know what life will be in H.I.P. H.O.P
Without the boy H.O.V
Not only N.Y.C. I'm hip hop's savior
So after this flow you might owe me a favor
When kingdom come, you ready?
When kingdom come, I'm ready
When kingdom come I'm ready
[Verse 1]
Now everywhere I go they like HOV come back
Up out the corner office out the cul-de-sac
Where's Iceberg Slim he was the coldest cat
Get your swag back daddy where your focus at
Got to admit a little bit I was sick of rap
But despite that the boy is back
And I'm so evolved I'm so involved
I'm showing growth, I'm so in charge
I'm CEO and yeah glory to God
I'm so indebted, I should have been deaded
Selling blow in the park, this I know in my heart
Now I'm so enlightened I might glow in the dark
I been up in the office you might know him as Clark
But, just when you thought the whole world fell apart
I, take off the blazer, loosen up the tie
Step inside the booth, Superman is alive
You might also like[Chorus]
The King of New York, New York
Not only N.Y.C., I'm hip hop's savior
So after this flow you might owe me a favor
When kingdom come, you ready?
When kingdom come, uh huh
Not only N.Y.C., I'm hip hop's savior
So after this flow you might owe me a favor
[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
I hear "hurry up Hov'" when I'm out in the public
'Cause niggas like: "but you love it; you be it, you're of it
You breathe it, we need it; bring it back to the hustlas"
Had to dust off the Hammer dance, can't touch this
C'mon playboys, bring the cars back out
'Cause ya boy Hov is back, you know them broads coming out
Got 'em dancing on the banquette, like they from Bankhead
Fuck Cristal, so they ask me what we drinking
I thought dudes remark was rude okay
So I moved on to Dom, Krug Rosé
And it's much bigger issues in the world, I know
But I first had to take care of the world I know
I'm from the bottom, so I still feel 'em from the bottom
Underdog before my cape, still couldn't stop him
Flash Gordon when recording, spark the light in the dark
Peter Park', Spider-Man, all I do is climb the charts
[Chorus]
The King of New York, New York
Not only N.Y.C., I'm hip hop's savior
So after this flow you might owe me a favor
When kingdom come, you ready?
When kingdom come, uh huh
Not only N.Y.C., I'm hip hop's savior
So after this flow you might owe me a favor
[Verse 3]
Just when they thought it was all over
I put the whole world on my back and broad shoulders
The War-Hova, but who you know took over tracks like that
Guess what New York, New York - we back
And I ain't never been afraid of a drought
Since I was six, seventeen been getting money down South
Bout it, bout it, Master P
Ask the nigga Pimp C, ask my homie Bun B
I run the streets the streets don't run we
Y'all run, we chill still waters run deep
I repeat, sing along with me
I run the streets, the streets don't run we
Ladies saying "Where you been Superman?"
When niggas spending ten million in media on my hands
The Bruce Wayne of the game have no fear
When you need me just throw your ROC signs in the air, yeah!
[Chorus]
The King of New York, New York
Not only N.Y.C., I'm hip hop's savior
So after this flow you might owe me a favor
When kingdom come, you ready?
When kingdom come, uh huh
Not only N.Y.C., I'm hip hop's savior
So after this flow you might owe me a favor7 | Hip-HopRap | 21 | 11 | 2,006 | 66,484 |
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