don't get caught

"what's behind dat shit, u both push bricks
but u gon' make a statement, & sign dat shit???"
-beanie sigel

Trunk full of Yoda heated situation
flashlight in my eyes he want my registration
should I stay should I run
got hard got soft got pills got guns
my drivers license is revoked
just got done burning so I know he smell the smoke
but never let 'em see you sweat
'cause if he search your trunk he might find the tek.
Or a bag full of O's
wrapped in duct tape nigga between some dirty ass clothes
But I talk to him the right way
he told me slow it down and have a nice day.

You can do your thang shawty its okay to floss
but its still one rule player don't get caught.
cause everything you gain dog and everything you lost
but its still one rule pimping don't get caught.
fuck every hoe you hit dog and every hoe you toss
cause its still one rule player don't get caught.
you can ride clean shorty you ain't gotta walk
but its still one rule player don't get caught

Some niggas rob some niggas slang
some niggas stack some niggas bang
but I congratulate not player hate
you in the streets pimping make your move get your cake
fuck what you heard through the grapevine
get outta line nigga I'm gonna straighten mine
and I don't believe in wastin time
well catch them hoes later stay on your grind
gotta a low tolerance for ignorance
you're thinking pleasure I'm thinking business
the streets didn't raise no fool
when you live by the code nigga it's only one rule

Got the phone call had a funny feeling
told him everything was cool and I was chilling
we used to chill out and smoke blunts
and I ain't seen him in a while maybe a couple months
said he wanna holla he seemed anxious
first thing on my mind go and get the stainless
make his folks pay a ransom about him
on that bullshit make a good example out him
this nigga hot he on fire
I hope his ass ain't wearing no wire
naw dog he bullshitting
said his partner set him up the nigga snitching

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not tonite

"...suck him to sleep, I took the keys to the jeep..."

I know a dude named Jimmy used to run up in me
Night time pissy drunk off the henny & remy
I didn't mind it, when he fucked me from behind
It felt fine, 'specially when he used to grind it
He was a trick when I sucked his dick
Used to pass me bricks, credit cards and shit
Suck him to sleep,I took the keys to the jeep
Tell him "I'll be back," go fuck with some other cats
Flirtin', gettin' numbers, in the summer, hoe hop
Raw top in my mans drop
Then this homey Jimmy, he's scremain "Gimme,"
Lay me on my back, bustin' nuts all in me
After ten times we fucked, I think I bust twice
He was nice, kept my neck filled with ice
Put me in Chanel, kept me out nice
Cold suckin' his dick, rockin' tha mike
It was somethin' about this dude I couldn't stand
Somethin' that coulda made his ass a real man
Somethin' I wanted, but I never was pushy
the motherfucker never ate my pussy

I don't want dick tonight, eat my pussy right
Uh, uh, uh, uh Lil' Kim, Lil' Kim, bring it to me now

I know a dude named Ron Doo push a Q
Had a wild crew on Flatbush and Avenue U
Had a weed spot, used to pump African black
He used to, seal his bag so his workers wouldn't tap
I used to see him, in the tunnel, with fuckers at dawn
Whisper in my ear he wanna get his fuck on
I dug him, so I fucked him, it wasn't nuttin'
He wanted me to suck him, but I didn't, I aint frontin'
The sex was wack, a four stroke creep
I jumped on his dick, rode his ass to sleep
He called next week, askin' why I aint beep him
"I thought your ass was still sleepin."
He laughed, told me he bought a new Path
Could he come over right fast and fuck my pretty ass?
I'll pass, nigga the dick was trash
If sex was record sales you would be double glass
The only way you seein' me is if you eatin' me
Downtown, taste my love like Horace Brown
Tryin' to impress me with your five G stones
I give you ten G's nigga if you leave me alone, screamin'

The moral of the story is this
You aint lickin' this, you aint stickin' this
And I got witnesses, ask any nigga I been with
They aint hit shit till they stuck they tongue in this
I aint with that frontin' shit
I got my own Benz, I got my own ends, immediate friends
Me and my girls rock worlds, some big niggas
Fuck for car keys, and double digit figures
Good dick I cherish, I could be blunt
I treat it like it's precious, I aint gonna front
For limp dick niggas, that's frontin' like they willy
Suck my pussy till they kill me, you feel me?

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gunplay

wanna learn how to threaten someone's life via bullet...?
one of drey's favorite cut period!!!

noyd---------------------------------------prodigy (of mobb deep)

[noyd]

Yo, you know who we be
The R-A double P, E-R
Niggaz f**k with this
And they get sent to the E-R
I see y'all flashing, diamonds, dancing, shining
Keep your head up
Cause you'll get wet up
Flashing diamonds, dancing, shining
But thugs like me, repping QBC
Is a place when is cold out, niggaz go all out
Make the dogs bark, you know nigga the gunz spark
Drama we into, and bring it to you physical
With four-fives, four nines
Gunz aint a thang duke
You know what them thangs do
Swing and lay whole crew
There's tension in the air
Better chill when I'm telling you
I know you down from eighty-five live
You ain't scared to die
You getting dough and getting by
Yadda yadda yah
But its real when the H-N-I-C
And the R-A double P
Strap with them G-U-N-Zs nigga

My gunz pop & your gunz pop
We could go out shot for shot
We can do it to the gun bolt lock
Bust nonstop, y'all niggaz want a gun play
(x2)

[Prodigy]
Really, lets do it here and now
We dont negotiate
We dont settle out, we pull a heavy metal out
We make niggaz shit, make niggaz piss
Niggaz humble when my duns rumble
Go ahead pop your gun
We got those too, this ain't nothin' new
You aint a threat
Whatcha a gangsta, you a vet
Whatcha you a thug who demand respect
Like I give a shit
Nigga I'll give a clip to your abs
You get torn up f**king with P
You'll get it bad
Its like the same old song
Let nigga front, blow his top off
And I'm not in the wrong
Cause nigga deserve every piece of death they get
Every piece of bullet, every chunk of flesh they lose
You knew the rules, you knew what you was getting into
You touch me, so its mandatory that I hit you

[Noyd]
Yo, yo, yo
We aint shooting doors
We kicking doors down
Bucking your broads
Dont let me catch you, eye you up
And then draws, we murder y'all
Criminal minds, pack nines when they rock
Foul way y'all sound
Thats how we get down till they rot
If your gunz pop nigga, my gun pop
Do the math, somebody ass gonn be up in a box
Its not me, no days, no nights
And you, no more rocking your red
Guccis with your Nikes

[Prodigy]
True, no more fronting like you larger than life
Nigga I'll terminate your days, cancel your nights
It's not a problem, holla at my dawgs
Show you how to work them guns
fuck a spare clip, we got extra drums
That'll handicap your team
Till y'all bleed all over the street
Whilst I, get the fuck up and outta here quick
And if ur man wanna ride, for your bum ass
and shit nigga

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myspace jumpoff

Hey, My name Grafh baby
Im coming to town
With the NY sign on the front of my crown
While yall running around stuck on the ground
Im in a plane looking at the wing cuttin the cloud
I get to humping around
Im dirty im from the bottom
Im from under the ground
Ya heard me
I like it real nasty baby
Please dont try to keep it classy baby(No)
I want my lips on your skin
Start from your neck to the tip of your chin
Your breathing
And we aint start beggining to sin
Your ready to cum and i only put an inch of it in
(I like that) (Splash)
I let it drip to the end
You wind your waist and try twist till it spin
Who would of thought it would have been what it been
When i met you on myspace and got picked as a friend

(Chorus)
I said jumpoff (hey)
You my myspace jumpoff (hey)
Home girl jumpoff (hey)
You my myspace jumpoff
Jumpoff
BOING
Jumpoff (hey)
You my myspace jumpoff (hey)
Home girl jumpoff (hey)
You my myspace jumpoff
Jumpoff
BOING

Now show me what you want me to see girl
How fly do you want me to be girl
Im superfly when i step on stage
But this all started when you checked my page
And you love my songs and all the mess that I say
So you sent me a text and I replied yes I may (Amen)
Now I read that text
It said somethin somethin somethin somethin sex
Thats the only words that I remembered in the text
Started on the keyboard then ended on your chest
Started with a maybe that ended with a yes
Started betwen your legs and ended on your breast
You started off texting flirting
When you heard make it hot the uneditied version
You sent me some pics but naked and twirkin
You look good online but look better in person

Now im finna drop bombs
Grafh Blackhand you can log on
But if you wanna hop on you can log on to my balls like my draws got a dot com
I sold rocks the color of popcorn
Now im in a drop with some of the top gone
It might be a benz or jag
But now im looking for some friends to add
Text me baby send me a ?
So I can hop off this laptop and get in your a** (text me)
Tell me girl tell me your past (text me)
I just wanna suplex and smash
You sexy a** you know
Do you drink?
Do you smoke?
Tell me what you like
What you dont
So when we meet up we aint gotta talk

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i used to love h.e.r.

I met this girl, when I was ten years old
And what I loved most she had so much soul
She was old school, when I was just a shorty
Never knew throughout my life she would be there for me
On the regular, not a church girl she was secular
Not about the money, no studs was mic checkin her
But I respected her, she hit me in the heart
A few new york niggaz, had did her in the park
But she was there for me, and I was there for her
Pull out a chair for her, turn on the air for her
And just cool out, cool out and listen to her
Sittin on a bone, wishin that I could do her
Eventually if it was meant to be, then it would be
Because we related, physically and mentally
And she was fun then, Id be geeked when shed come around
Slim was fresh yo, when she was underground
Original, pure untampered and down sister
Boy I tell ya, I miss her

Now periodically I would see
Ol' girl at the clubs, and at the house parties
She didnt have a body but she started gettin thick quick
Did a couple of videos and became afrocentric
Out goes the weave, in goes the braids beads medallions
She was on that tip about, stoppin the violence
About my people she was teachin me
By not preachin to me but speakin to me
In a method that was leisurely, so easily I approached
She dug my rap, thats how we got close
But then she broke to the west coast, and that was cool
Cause around the same time, I went away to school
And Im a man of expandin, so why should I stand in her way
She probably get her money in l.a.
And she did stud, she got big pub but what was foul
She said that the pro-black, was goin out of style
She said, afrocentricity, was of the past
So she got into r&b hip-house bass and jazz
Now black music is black music and its all good
I wasnt salty, she was with the boyz in the hood
Cause that was good for her, she was becomin well rounded
I thought it was dope how she was on that freestyle shit
Just havin fun, not worried about anyone
And you could tell, by how her titties hung

I might've failed to mention that the shit was creative
But once the man got you well he altered the native
Told her if she got an energetic gimmick
That she could make money, and she did it like a dummy
Now I see her in commercials, shes universal
She used to only swing it with the inner-city circle
Now she be in the burbs lickin rock and dressin hip
And on some dumb shit, when she comes to the city
Talkin about poppin glocks servin rocks and hittin switches
Now shes a gangsta rollin with gangsta bitches
Always smokin blunts and gettin drunk
Tellin me sad stories, now she only fucks with the funk
Stressin how hardcore and real she is
She was really the realest, before she got into showbiz
I did her, not just to say that I did it
But Im committed, but so many niggaz hit it
That shes just not the same lettin all these groupies do her
I see niggaz slammin her, and takin her to the sewer
But ima take her back hopin that the shit stop
Cause who Im talkin bout yall is hip-hop


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dedication

drey remembers vividly when joey's 2nd album dropped ('96/'97),
around the time of az's doe or die joint. this is what
a shout-out joint sounds like...

Whattup juju?
Uhh, whattup beatnuts?
All them dominicans in corona
Bobbito, stretch, my nigga funk flex
This is the dedication
Yeah, punisher big dog in the house
Full-a-clips crew
Rated r, my nigga domingo
East new york representin, check it

Before I start, you know I gotta
Pay homage and respect to afrika bambaata
Zulu nation, for twenty years of work
Fat joe wouldnt be on if it wasnt for red alert
Chris lighty, I hope the reign never ends
Violator records, now featuring the twinz
Diamond d, for believing in me
Showbiz & a.g., the whole d.i.t.c.
My nigga g. rap, forever got your back
Whether its with the macs or on a premo track
Aiyyo guru, you know I love you to death
Peace to redman, apache, vinnie and treach
Nevertheless, on the other side of town
Theres my brother lord finesse gettin down for his crown
Dj sirs, killin shit, word to god
Peace to funkmaster flex and the whole flip squad
Nice and smooth, hey yo you know the situation
In case you havent heard this jam is called the dedication

Yo its the dedication
To all my niggaz one love
From the heart dedication
The dedication
To all my niggaz one love..

Hey yo fuck all the rest, Im givin love to wu-tang
My nigga chef and big meth, keep doin your thang
Tony starks, ason, and the rest of the crew
All my niggaz from shaolin, you know how we do
James todd smith, for inspirin me
And all the funny-ass promoters who be hirin me
Knowledge reigns supreme, yo you know youre the best
Make sure you get that message that I left with west
Anyhows, on the other side of things
Big nas, l.e.s., and mobb deep from queens
Puff daddy, get the millions kid
Nuff props and respect to notorious b.i.g.
Dj clue, you know I cant forget you
Doo wop, s&s, oh yeah and ron g too
Craig g, forever tryin to live like me
And of course the one and only dj kid capri

Yo its the dedication
To all my niggaz one love
From the heart dedication
The dedication
To all my niggaz one love
From the heart dedication
The dedication
To all my niggaz one love
From the heart dedication
The dedication
To all my niggaz one love..

Yeah, this joint right here, is dedicated
To all the real niggaz in hip-hop, uhh
What up puba?
Whattup my nigga kool mike ski?
I aint forget ya, l.a. luve
Sadat x, das efx
Everybody else, representin the real in hip-hop
Word to mother
Little heck, the whole ts crew
Big power, gizmo
And we out.

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how to rob

this is the 1999 joint that got 50:

1)industry & in da street recognition

2)stabbed up &

3)thrown down a flight of stairs by ghostface...

learn sup'm nigguhR.I.P B.I.G, R.I.P P-A-C, R.I.P enough of that, shit, it's time to OD
Aaaaaayo the bottom line is I'm a crook with a deal
If my record don't sell I'ma rob and steal
You better recognize nigga I'm straight from the street
These industry niggaz startin to look like somethin to eat
I'll snatch Kim and tell Puff, "You wanna see her again?"
Get your ass down to the nearest ATM
I have dreams of fuckin an R&B bitch
And I'll wake up early and bounce with all her shit
When I apply pressure, son it aint even funny
I'm about to stick Bobby for some of that Whitney money
Brian McKnight, I can get that nigga anytime
Have Keith sweatin starin down the barrel from my nine
Since these Harlem World niggaz seem to all be fam
I put the gun to Cardan tell him, "Tell your man
Mason Betha, haha, come up of that watch now
I mean right now"
The only excuse for being broke is bein in jail
An entertainer can't make bail if he broke as hell
I'd rob ODB but that'd be a waste of time
Probably have to clap him run and towards the nine
I'd follow Fox in the drop for four blocks
Plottin to jux her for that rock Kurupt copped
What Jigga just sold like 4 mil? He got somethin to live for
Don't want no nigga puttin four thru that Bentley Coupe door
I'll man handle Case like "Duke get on the ground"
You ain't with Mary no more where gettin chips from now?
I been schemin on Tone and Poke since they found me
Steve know not to wear that platinum shit around me
I'm a klepto nah for real son I'm sick
I'm bout to stick Slick Rick for all that old school shit
Right now I'm bent and when I get like this I don't think
About to make Stevie J take off that tight ass mink
I'll rob Pun without a gun snatch his piece then run
This nigga weigh 400 pounds, how he gon catch me son?

[Madd Rapper]
[(Chorus) 2x]
This aint serious
Being broke can make you delirious
So we rob and steal so our ones can be bigger
50 Cent how it feel to rob and industry nigga?

Ill catch P and Silk The Shocker right after the Grammies
And Will Smith and Jada ass down in Miami
Run up on Timberland and Missy w/the pound
Like YOU gimme the cash and YOU put the hot dog down
I figured it out
Been robbin Joe before that's why his ass
don't wanna be a playa no more
my attitude when robbin J.D., FUCK YOU!! PAY ME!!
Had Da Brat with em, shoulda had his gat with him
DMX wanna get down well you tell homey
I'm on that Treach shit, I do my +Dirt All By My Lonely+
I should rob Clue man his shit did well
I wanna stick TQ but his shit ain't sell
I hit the studios take niggaz jewels and leave
Catch Rae Ghost and RZA for them funny ass rings
Tell Sticky gimme the cash before I empty three
Ill beat your ass like that white boy on MTV
Canibus wanna battle while I'm stickin him up
Fuck the cab the coroners pickin him up
Heavy tried to hide his shit, nigga try to stall ya
He said "Why you robbin me I got _Nuttin But Love_ for ya!"
Caught Juvenile for his Cash Money piece
Told him I want it all he said, "Even my gold teeth?"
I caught Blackstreet on a back street in a black jeep
One at a time get out and take off your shine
Did you ever think that you would be this rich?
Did you ever think that you would have these hits?
Did you ever think that I'd flash the nine?
And walk off with your shit like it's mine?
I'ma keep stickin niggas until I'm livin'
I'll rob Boys II Men like I'm Michael Bivins
Catch Tyson for half that cash like Robyn Givens
I'm hungry for real im bout to stick Mister Cee
That nigga still eatin off BIG's first LP
I had Busta and the whole Flipmode on the floor
He asked me if I had enuff I told him "Gimme Some More"
Is you feelin this? Then wait for the sequel
I gotta get Kirk Franklin for robbin Gods People

For real yo you know what I'm sayin?
Niggas got to get stuck up that's just how it goes down
It don't matter if you an industry nigga or a regular nigga
It don't matter, if you got it and I need it I want it
50 Cents ain't fuckin around
Track Masters ain't fuckin around
Crazy Cat ain't fuckin around
The Madd Rapper aint fuckin around
So watch your backs, watch your pocketbook, watch your pockets
Watch everybody on the train, watch everybody on the bus
Cause we gonna get you whether you like it or not

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wisdom body

once again, starks gets da girl. (wu dictionary)Check the bangin sounds that I invent
Fake niggaz who tried to flex hard came and went
They couldn’t match up with the fly nigga
Wit his back against the wall
Heads clapped once I came in the door
I played the speaker, sippin on kahlua
Saw this bad bitch wit a switch
And yo, I had to step to her in a manner
And rather wished the current was warm
When I had reached her, I looked and knew the shit was on
Peace, excuse me, allow to introduce myself
Yo, I’m the man, and honey, you’ve been rated top shelf
Yo, what’s your name hon, hair wrapped up in a bun
Your eyes sparkle, just like glass in the sun
Never diss em, it’s hard for a nigga just to miss em
Especially, when you’re browsin, goin fishin
Your wasteline, bangin like a bass line
Physical form is well complexed
And yo, I love your outline, boo
Your whole body is wild, wit your rugged profile
Enough to make a hard rock smile
You can’t strikeout, tell me what can really go wrong
You rockin’ labels - tommy hil down to claiborne
Show me some love hon, show me some love boo
Show me the vibe and I’ll be more than glad to shoot it through
Aiyyo peep it, I know you love victoria’s secret
And lovin’ all the marvelous slang on how I freak it
Plus, see you’re the type to make a nigga crash
Far from trash, your flesh is way softer than a baby’s ass
Your body lotion is the potion, the shit got me open like dust
& yo your stee is high potent, yo
We can go the distance, I put you under wings
From this convo we can spark and see whatever brings
I walked a hot arabian desert, barefooted
I grabbed your hand, you grabbed my joint and knew where to put it

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no exit

I wanna get out this relationship
But I'm scared that my man will flip
He always swears how he's gonna kill me
And fill me with the bullets from his clip

I met her in Queens her personality was erotic
She asked me where I come from,
and I just replied The projects
Love at first sight as she was staring
Checking me up and down, yeah,
at the gear that I was wearing

I had a Northface jacket, Polo shirt,
diamond on my hand
Stonewashed pants tucked
inside of some Timberlands
Her eyes just stayed on my face
She threw her hand on my hip
and felt the four-fifth on my waist
Yo, my name is Ak the hard rock
from da block that shot a cop with a glock
Cause he tried to make the money STOP
She didn't speak, she didn't START, she didn't TALK
All of the sudden let's take a WALK through the PARK
But it was dark, she didn't bother
She probably thought I was trying to play her out
Like the Central Park jogger
But that's not my style that's what I'm telling ya
Give me your number and I'll probably
call you up on my cellular
At night we spoke for hours and hours and hours and hours
Hot convo turned into cold showers
Monogamy, yo, increased to pornography
Miss Astrologist because she looked like a star to me
But I be dressing sharper than those brothers with Farrakhan
Throwing a lucky charm without a leprachaun's arm
Out on the streets dealing and sticking up
I try to make her look appealing
I went out and started tricking bucks
I got her all dressed up, she used to look messed up
Now all of her friends can't wait to be next up
I need to get her thoughts fixed up
She fell into a blender, she got the stuff all mixed up
She called me talking about it's quits
But that's that old bullshit
It's ain't over til I say it's over, miss
So if you wanna catch a fit, you catch a melon split
Once you in there ain't no exit

I talk a good game of pain
Put it in your ear and let it rain
Benadryl can't stop the migrane
Once my voice touch your brain
So you can talk that fast slang dialect
But I got a tek to keep you in check
Other words make you come correct
Think that to stop giving the loving
You must be smoking pesticide because
you're damn sure bugging
After one hit you're ready to split
What, are you test crashing cars?
That's that ol' dumb dumb shit
You don't flatter me tryng to sign off
You best to take the batteries out your
watch if you want some time off
I write my name on your street curb
So you can scratch my letters girl if you
wanna mark my words
I got the Calimyne BESIDE ME
In case you wanna TRY ME
And break out on my ass like poison IVY
You better take it or ease, roll up you sleeves
And prepare to go all out like New Year's Eve
Trying to take my dough like Swaggart
Girl, I have to bag ya and fall on your head like Niagra
Shit, you're bound to catch it, once I start flexing
Ayo bum bitch there ain't no exit


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kobe bryant

Ok, Kobe doin work, two four on my shirt,
he da greatest on da court, I'm da greatest on da verse,
goin for the 4th ring like it was his first,
gotta get da bling, do it for Kareem,
two four so nice, my flow so mean,
catch me at da game sitting next to Goldstein (?)
Kobe Bryant Nikes, purple gold strings,
Kobe in da game dunkin on "The Whole Team",
Black Mamba, attack conquer,
basketball beast, rap monster
crossover good, or turn around jumper,
or just drive da lane, and dunk on dunkers,
you know where is goin, it's goin down yo,
this da Lake Show, but don't drown tho,
I call him King Bryant, now let da crown show.

Pass me dam ball I don't need a pick at all,
and don't worry bout my shot, cause I'm a get that off,
yeaa, I drops 40 on your double team,
then I drop 81 on another team,
yeaa... u better guard me with caution,
and watch how I'll work em like an auction, Ha ha,
no such thing as exhaustion no time for resting
cause I don't take breaks, I I just break records,
Ha, and I prefer da ball with 3 seconds,
and I bet we gon win it all in 3 seconds,
Ya digg, That is a guarantee apparently
and please tell your defense don't ever man to man with me,
double team triple team, your defenders sick of me,
but, I never let them get to me, literally,
step back and give dem a three ain't no defending me.


Uh, never take a day off catch u at the top of the key and get a J off,
baseline facetime tongue out like two three,
even two three gotta love how I do me,
practice while u sleep, practice in my sleep,
straight out, out of the High School, the brackets ain't for me
I will be jumping over u like I got a mattress at my feet
and all Phil Jackson say is u better be passing it to me,
I put the master in the piece, attack it like the beats,
and I am starving for victory and dat means I'm a eat,
and when dey ask u whos da best then the answer should be me,

Call me Mr.Clutch or Mr.Automatic,
I can post em up or Lamar will get da alley,
I'm goin for the ring, I'm goin for the ring,
I went to Beijing and came back with da bling,
who dey want, dey want Kobe,
and what he want, he want the trophy,
the victory, and da glory,
no Shaq, no Robert Horry,
now break em off, Kobe break em off, Yea!,
U better be? Yea,
just give him the ball and he'll take it all, Yup,
or he'll probably be dishing it to Gasol, Yea,
or give it to D Fish on the wing, Yea,
or just let Ariza do his thing, Yea,
cause I'm great and so is my team, Yea,
do it for Magic, it's showtime baby,
I see nothing wrong with doing it four times baby,
I'm da best, Yes, He da best, Yeaa,
don't worry Lebron, get em next year,
now what's defense to an assassin,
killa instinct, MURDER THE BASKET,
then steal da ball back, hold it for ransom,
it's more then a game, this is a passion,
been an All-Star, been a Champion,
free throw line, u hear em chantin,
MVP!, MVP!, Kobe Bryant aka Envy Me,
any D smash any D,
whoever he is, he can't guard me,
Ha Ha, he can't guard me."

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d.o.a. = death of autotune

hmmm...paat...people against auto tune. use of the
'vocoder was the signature sound of roger troutman & zapp.
t-pain brought it back big time... even made around $20mil
doing so. t-pain started out as a rapper...yeah, i
know. everyone from lil wayne to ron browz i auto tunin it up
a bit 2 much it seems & hove adressed the shituation....
even named a site doa. is auto tune the death of hip hop?
drey dosen't know, but he guves a fuck.

Only rapper to rewrite history without a pen
No I.D. on the track let the story begin…
begin… begin

This is anti-autotune, death of the ringtone
This ain’t for itunes, this ain’t for sing-along
This is Sinatra at the opera, bring a blonde
Preferably with a fat ass who can sing a song
Wrong, this ain’t politically correct
This might offend my political connects
My raps don’t have melodies
This shit make jackers wanna go n commit felonies
Ah, get your chain tooken
I may do it myself, I’m so Brooklyn
I know we facin a recession
But the music yall makin gonna make it the great depression
Ah, or your lack of aggression
Pull your skirt back down, grow a set men
Ah, ah.. nigga this just violent
This is death of autotune, ah moment of silence

la da da da… hey hey hey goodbye

Only rapper to rewrite history without a pen
No I.D. on the track let the story begin…
begin….begin

Holdup, this ain’t a #1 record
This is practically assault with a deadly weapon
I made this just for Flex n Mister Cee
I want niggas to feel threatened
Stop your bloodclot crying
The kid the dog everybody dying
No lyin, your niggas’ jeans too tight
Your colors too bright, your voice too light
I might wear black four years straight,
I might bring back Versace shades,
This ain’t for Z100
Ye told me to kill yall to keep it 100
This is for Hot 9-7
The shit for clue for Khaled, for we the best n’
Nigga this shit violent
This is death of autotune, moment of silence…

Holdup, this shit need a verse from Jeezy… ay!
I might send this to the mixtape Weezy
Get somebody from BMF to talk on this
Give this to a Blood, let a Crip walk on it
Get me foul to style on this
I just don’t need nobody to smile on this
You niggas singin too much,
Get back to rap you T-Pain’n too much
Ah, I’m a multi-millionaire
So how is it I’m still the hardest nigga here?
I don’t be in the project hallway
Talkin’ bout how I be in the projects all day
That sounds stupid to me,
If you a gangsta, this is how you prove it to me
Yeah, just get violent
This is death of autotune, moment of silence

la da da da… hey hey hey goodbye

Only rapper to rewrite history without a pen
No I.D. on the track let the story begin…
begin… begin

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maria maria

remake/spoof of santana's "maria maria".
about a nasty one from 'round da way...
(sorry, no lyrics)

cam'ron - maria maria

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look who's burnin'

here's to gonorrhea

I went to the free clinic, it was filled to capacity
Now how bad can a piece of ass be?
Very bad, so I had to make the trip
and thank God, I didn't have the drips
I was there so a hoe couldn't gimme that
Just to get - twenty free jimmy hats
Now look who I see
Ain't that... yeah, that's the bitch from up the street!
With the big fat tail
who always told Cube to go to hell
She thought she was wiser
Now she's sittin in the waitin room, burnin like heat-mizer
Yeah I see ya
First Miss Thang, now Miss Gonorrhea
Man it's a trip how the world keeps turnin
It's 1991, and look who's burnin

"Does it get you hot?"
"It's got me hot!"
"This is a girl playin hard to get.." [Slick Rick]
"Burnin up, burnin!"
"What have I, done stuck my duck in?"

Now everybody is a victim, you can go see 'em
and you'll hear more claps than the Coliseum
Sittin there all quiet and embarrassed
Whup - there go that bitch who was careless
I remember - she wouldn't give the cock
to anybody who lived on the block
Now hoe, look what you got
BEND THAT BIG ASS OVER for the shot
Cause somebody is pipin hot
Drippin like a faucet, I'm glad I didn't toss it
Got you a college boy, who was worse than me
and he probably fucked the whole university
Still wanted him to dick you down, kick you down
with some bucks, now who got fucked?
With a nigga for the money he's earnin
but ask for some water bitch, and look who's burnin

Yo, it ain't my fault you got the heebie-jibbies
but you still try to act like you didn't see me
So I walk over, and say "Hi,
bitch, don't try to act surprised!"
You shoulda put a sock on the pickle
and your pussy wouldn't be blowin smoke signals
Man, this is gonna kill 'em
Guess who got a big fat dose of penicillin?
They'll ask, "Who?", and I tell 'em you
The new leader of the big booty crew
And after the day, I'm sorry to say
You come through the neighborhood, you couldn't give it away
To a nigga, who's out to get major paid
but you'll have him, pissin out razorblades
But a bitch like you..ll be returnin with the H-I-V, R.I.P.

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1st of the month

dedicated to welfare recipients & drug juggling.

Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of the month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and come on

[Krayzie]
Hey my nigga we havin' a wonderful day and I won't fuck with me. Why?
'Cause it's the 1st of the month and now we smokin', chokin', rollin' blunts
And sippin' on 40 ounces thuggin' come come we got the blessed rum
From jumpin' all nights we high
Hit up the block to where? East 99
I get with my nigga to get me some yayo
Double up nigga what you need?
We got weed to get P.O.Ded
Fiend for the green leaves
Give it up it's the foe sure you better lay low
Cause the po-po creep when they roll slow
If you can't get away better toss that yayo
Keep your bankroll
Yeah we havin' a celebration, I love to stay high
And you better believe when it's time to grind
I'm down for mine crime after crime
Fin to creep to the pad cause mom's got grub on the grill
If we got the food, you know it's the 1st of the month
and my nigga we chills foe real

[Chorus 4x]

[Bizzy]
Wake up and I see that my sister is already dressed
She said "I'm gonna run and go get my stamps
Watch and make sure no one snatches my check" nigga that's the mailman
Sort through the mail and put it up in-a me pocket
So I be hittin' the 99 to get me a dub
Foe forty bucks but ain't nobody ride that rita
Hop on the 10 to the click
Ready to get 'em up with-a me thugs
And to cash that dum
I gotta get paid play player holla holla
Saint Claire got much to offer
Whether it be weed on 93
Or off on the glock glock for some dollars, so
Get a bag of dope and a quarter roll, oh
Most all of my niggas got the same, and we gonna roll it all up to smoke
Hittin' that reefer hydro, you know the cut, so fuck them po-po
Toss all that yayo, and we're gonna say no
Runnin' through the alley and into the melee
Up on the second the sundown
Those run from January,November,December remember the 1st of the month

[Chorus 4x]

[Wish]
It's the 1st of the month
Gotta grind gotta get mine
In the hood that I claim
I slang on that double 9-9
Gotta find them dubs
Gonna get a forty, can a thug get love?
What's up?
Try to stand on my corner
Nigga you'z a gonna Saint Claire niggas don't like that
And sellin' them dummies makin' that money come back nigga get pap pap
From the 1st to the 15th niggas smoke plenty weed
But I gotta save gotta come up
Put my rocks on the cut
When I get high nigga blaze that blunt, huh
Time to roll to the pad
Count up my profits and add it to the stash
Gotta watch my back see for niggas that's tryin' to rob me, fool
But never no shorts no losses
Dumpin' keepin' this niggas up off me see
Gotta search the whole block
Spend a couple of bills
Thugs smoke a lot of weed on the 1st

[Chorus 2x]

[Layzie (Krayzie)]
Wakin' up feelin' buzzed off up early mornin' stretchin'
I'm yawnin' lightweight bent chugga lugga take a fifth to the dome
Instead I kick it with my trues
But it's the 1st so I'm getting my hustle on
Hop on the phone, calling up Krayzie Bone
Wanna know did you O.G check come? (She put me down)
I'm a hop on the bus with Biz (Yo Brother let's get drunk)
And I'm coming with blunt after blunt
Of this skunk
Nigga T just put me down
Oh God how I love when the 1st come around
Now I'm feelin' black and mild, headed cross town
'Cause niggas the 1st to get celebrated
Rushin' to the block cause I wanna get faded
Lookin' all wild cause I'm getting me hair braided
We heavy off into this game
True to the 1st just call me that pro slang
Them nickels and dimes and 20's and 50's
The 1st be the day for the dopeman
Slangin' that cocaine fool, and I'm working late tonight
And all them fiends be lovin' them thugs
'Cause I got them rocks for them pipes
Come come with them ends
I gotta get paid on the 1st, gotta blaze up my spliff
Get live with the Bone Thugs, Poetic Hustlers in the graveyard shift
On the 1st

(chorus 7xs)

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get me home

Hold up, let's take it from the top, I Fox
Gets my swerve on, floss pure rocks
In the six drop boo and it don't stop
See money lookin alright, yeah what up Pop
'Cross the room throwin signals I'm throwin em back
Flirtin cause I, digs you like that
Peep baby boy style, hopin we match
You sent me Crown Royale with a note attached
It said, "You look like the type that, know what you like"
I could tell by the jewels you go for the ice
Plus you wear the shoes well, the suits flows nice
I don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise
Meet me by the VIP let's pow-pow
Whisper in my ear like, "Boo let's bounce now"
I'm 'bout to say peace to my mans for you
When it's all said and done I got plans for you

[Chorus: Blackstreet]
Oooooh baby *gotta get you home with me*
Gotta get you home with me tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh)
Oooooh baby, ohhhh
Gotta get you home with me tonight, c'mon, c'mon

At the bar high-post, frontin, I toast
Gettin my flirt on, playa, ain't nuttin
You tryin to say the right words to get us out of here
Jackpot, what he said, "It's bullshit in here"
And his smile blind like the shine on his necklace
Mind tellin me no, body tellin me exit
Breasts said yes, give me more wet kisses, uhh
Twist my body like the Excorist, hey
The way he licked his lips he was mackin
True thug passion, I'm like, "Slow down before you crashin"
Never mind him, he ain't thinkin 'bout you
or the way we sex, on the villa up in Malibu
Marry who? Daddy please
I'm takin it all from the stash to the kis
So let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you
When it's all said and done I got plans for you

Grabbed me by the hand and led the way
Outside of the club talkin to valet
Mind started to stray, million miles away
Contemplatin goin back to his crib to parlay
Jumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet
As he threw on Blackstreet casually
And we cruised the metro, on premium petrol
Eyes sized up my thighs and couldn't let go
Ta-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High
like Toni, work me, take me I'm hot
I thought for a second and then my mind went
Sex all around the car, isn't it ironic?
Back to Reality, the Soul II Soul
Breathin heavily but still in control
Wants the shy girl role, put my hand on his leg
With sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said

foxy brown - get me home

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are you in that mood yet?

Yo, I don't wanna live no more
Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door
I'm livin everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle
Another day another struggle, yo
I know it's fucked up what a lack of cake'll do
A few people wanna move in and stay wit you
You wish you could help 'em all, but you ain't able to
Cause the rent's a lil' late plus the cable's due
You and your girlfriend are beefin' in a serious way
You used to be faithful (NOW) you at a curious stage (for real)
Finally got your mind made on going your separate ways WAIT
Nah homeboy, her period's late now THINK
Your time's runnin out do it quickly (WHY?!)
Cause she starts crying, mood's gettin sticky
If I don't want it she'll want nuttin to do wit me
JUST GET THE ABORTION

AND I'LL GIVE YOU THE $250!
But if you say that to her then you're wrong
You ain't think bout that you was gettin your groove on
Can't take care of myself nevermind a new born
I guess the pussy got too good for too long
Seems like my money goes by too easy
Why I hate that my job only pays bi-weekly
Hoopty done shitted, you spendin more money tryin to fix it
Than when you did tryin to get it (C'MON!)
Fridge is empty, but I survive the hunger
Who the fuck keeps callin from this private number?
There's crime on my mind and my nails are dirty
The floors are real cold in the jails of Jersey
Depression starts talkin and his voice is raspy
CAUSE HE AIN'T SHUT THE FUCK UP

IN 3 AND A HALF WEEKS!
Look, beard is full, hair is nappy
These jeans ain't mine so they way too baggy
Priorities fucked shit startin to gas me
It's like my lil' man's life slipped right past me (talk to em)
Startin to trap me
His name's Dwayne

SO WHY THE FUCK MY SON

KEEP CALLIN' HIM DADDY?!
Same shit that I feared after all these years
I gotta breathe I can't believe my ears
Wipin out my eyes I'm damn near in tears
But you can't be mad, you know you ain't been there (nah)
Grab his moms I throw her against the door
But in the back of your mind you know it ain't her fault (nah)
I ain't mad at all, I'm just bothered
I get honest for real I ain't been the best father like
Toys 'R Us, Chuck E Cheese
You know a lil' boy grow up wit these needs
New Year's or Christmas, even the birthday
At least bring the nigga to his school on the first day (OHHHH)
I can't believe it, this the same way that I was treated
So maybe it's history repeated
I know it sounds sick the idea of havin another kid
But this one it really feel like it's his (OHHHH)
It's the truth and I hate that fact
WAIT, shouldn't of said that I take that back
Look, I apologize let's rewind this whole story like NaS
C4 just erase that track (C'MON!)
I don't care if only the track trust me
FUCK! what niggaz say only God can judge me
FUCK! what niggaz heard or think or even thought
Tried to fix my shortcomings I just came up short
Ya heard?

joe budden - r u in dat mood yet?
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the mc

Who am I? The MC, la-di da-di
I don't wear Versace, I wear DJ's out quickly at the party
Who am I? If you're like me hip hop is in your body
Who am I? THE MC!
When the jam is slow and you need a proceeder
Who am I? THE MC!
When you need a lyrical leader wit oratorical triple features
Who am I? THE MC!
When you need to rock your 3000-seat arena, best believe, uh
Who am I? THE MC!
When you need to get the word on the street wit demeanor
Who am I? THE MC!
I beg thee, let me splurt rhymes, I have plenty
Who am I? THE MC! Lord have mercy
I hit sudden like Hersey
always New like Jersey, stay thirsty
Who am I? THE MC!
Showin my authority, superiority
an artistic minority, now you startin me
Cuz party philosophy can only be carried out by
Who am I? THE MC!
No doubt, predicting far ahead what will set the party off immensely
with plenty of who? THE MC!
Trained at Rooftop, Red Zone, Roxy and Bentley's
Who am I? THE MC!
Gently move crowds with harmonious rhythm
Cuz the lyrics we give em they miss em
Who am I? THE MC! again, THE MC!
Her infinite power helps, oppressed people sent me to tell you
if you truly study lyrical flows and stay on your toes you will be
Who am I? THE MC!
and as an MC you will study verbal magic
but watch what you say cuz you'll attract it
control your subconscious magnet from pullin in havoc
Who am I? The MC!
Non-stoppin MC, hip hoppin MC
Verbal rockin, head knockin, quick droppin MC
I laugh cuz I mastered the craft MC
In sound clash I'm the first and last MC
It's sort of like Jim Carrey throwin that Mask to me
I black out and wake up to catastrophe
3 MC's dead from the sound blowin out massively, wow!
Who am I? The MC!
Untouchable, can't be caught off guard with fast tracks or slow tracks
Ass cracks get waxed to the max, MC's pack raps for all tracks
Indigenous cultures, Asians, Whites and Blacks
never missed it the linguistic of
Who am I? THE MC!
Meta-lyrical poetic mystic MC
Hearin the voice of an ancient spirit MC
Premeditated worder
Killin negative concepts out the mind of the observer MC
You deserve a break from counterfeits, frauds and fakes
claimin to be an MC for heaven sakes
Well, this MC done raised the stakes
under the stress from KRS
contracts and mental gats are bound to break
Who am I? THE MC! again the MC!
Conduct yourselves properly MC...

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right now!

for the sweet baby girl exodus...

Someone right now is leaving their apartment
Looking down at the street, wondering where there car went
Someone in the car sitting at a signal
In front of a restaraunt, staring through the window
at someone right now with their finger in their teeth
Who could use a little floss right across the street
there's somebody on the curb who really needs a jacket
spent half the rent at a bar getting plastered
Now he gotta walk fourteen blocks
to work at a shop where he's about to get fired.
Someone right now is looking pretty tired
Staring at a laptop trying to get inspired
Somebody living right across the street
She wrote the best things she's written all week
but her best friends coughing up blood in the sink
Can't even think what happened, feeling so confused
And he knows it looks bad but there's nothing he can do
I wonder what it's like to be right there in his shoes

[Chorus]
But no I'm just taking it in
Out the window of a hotel bedroom again
Tommorrow I'll be gone I don't know when I'll be back
But in this world everything can change just like that,
Like that

Yo somebody right now is dropping his vote inside a box
And trying not to get shot in his throat
For the act of freedom right now somebody is stuck in Iraq
Hoping that he gets shipped back breathing
in a war that he's not really sure of the reasons
So we show our support when the press mislead them
Though we more then remain proud and salute the troops
get some I know you boys got some work to do
Meanwhile right now someones 25 to life
And is standing on the corner with their thumb up hitchiking
Stretching off a lotto ticket hoping for a real winner
Sneaking through the border just to work and to eat a real dinner
Right now someone wishes they were you and I
instead of second guessing freedom thoughts of quiet suicide
But right now I'm staring at the window at a frame
with holes in his arm and holes in his jeans
he pulled out his cigarette sparked the light
And walked right around the corner just outta my sight

But yo I'm just taking it in
From the second story hotel window again,
The TV's on, and my bags are packed,
But in this world everything can change just like that,
Like that

[Repeat]

Ya right now somebody sitting in the darkness
Trying to figure out how to put some heat in their apartment
But they got a little mattress and a little carpet
And they appreciate it 'cause some people on a park bench
You see them when you rushing to get to the office
wife robbed blind when she coming from the market
Right now somebody coming out from the pocket
Trying to dump that rock they run around the block with at
The same time the cops is raising the glock with aim
To fill your legs and back with some hot shit
Right now somebody struggling to stop this man
Who's kick and punching and cussing at the doctors
Down the hall the child taking his first breath
The doctors ain't even passed him to the nurse yet yo
I wonder if he understands what it's worth yet
Like the time spent while we here on the earth yet
The answer to the question that we all seek
can be found depend on how free y'all think
Right now it's somebody who ain't eat all week
That would kill for the shit that you throw away in the street
I guess one man's trash is the next man's treasure
One mans pain is the next mans pleasure
one say infinity the next say forever
right now everybody got to get it together man

I'm just taking it in another strange hotel lobby again
Put my luggage on my back I don't know where I'm at
I'm in world where we all change just like that,
Like that, like that, just like that, like that, just like that

Just like that, Just like that
[Repeat]


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*0% finance

I took her off the showroom floor no money down
Near the Chrysler building in the heart of Midtown
200 horse-power under the hood
Junk in the trunk very far from damaged goods
Designer frames with windshields that stay tinted
The most beautiful thing someone invented
Her wrangler had a sticker on the bumper
A sign in case tow trucks tried to dump her
Rear view mirror that of Serena William
Staring was a crime then the look, kill 'em
Brushless showers and the Brazilian wax
Cash in the glove compartment free from tax
Low mileage on the odometer
Graduate with more degrees than a thermometer
Spark plugs for great conversation
She would focus on the finish line and destination
Steering in the right direction
Made sure I wore seat belts had air bags for protection
In her tank she loved to stash my tool
I kept her full, super-unleaded fuel
She had a room full of skirts and rims
The old ones used to swing off ropes that often hung from limbs
A temp at the Ford modeling agency
Suburban area where the Caucasians be
Her great-grandfather was a Cherokee Indian
Explorer and navigator traveling then begin
Sharpening his arrows on Plymouth Rock
Commander-in-chief who raise cattle on the selling of livestock
King of the frontier, rider of thoroughbreds
He was just as sharp as a needle without thread
Legend in truth but known to run the herd
His sons were oldsmobiles who drank thunderbird
Land cruisers sitting on fertile soil
With equipment that ran off expensive oil
Folks bragging said the horse pulled a Volkswagen
They love mustang sally and lollygagging
Fished in Lake Tahoe cooked the barracudas
Hunted impalas with the six-shooters
From a long range with the dog Rover
It was something else to see 'em knock them over

Some got caught in the crossfire
Bunch of rabbits indicating these dudes should retire
One was going bald rocking a sunroof
A gas guzzler and his grill was one tooth
A strong accent, and a beard like Lincoln
Who hated the golf course, but he loved drinking
Avenger, used to pick up chicks
Had magnums that were ram tough but thick
He wore blazers where he used to hide the Ruger
For encounters with the jaguars and cougars
A veteran who could salute and sing the anthem
In accord with the plan he was the phantom
He had a fat lady they called hummer
And umm, she needed body work the whole summer
She had a few friends who used to stay in a pound
Abandoned the parking lots, and junk yard bound
Regulars in rest areas and truck stops
Cassette players, known to make the tape pop
Gold diggers who on the cream like Wells Fargo
In Vegas, they circle around the Monte Carlo
You know the snakes with the fangs and vipers
Bloodsuckers who ???? juice then piss from diapers
Met the Cavaliers at the Outback steakhouse
Chicken cutlets (cutlass) supreme just for takeout
One of them was forced to live in Astoria
'Cause at the auction, they had crowned victoria
Since then her friends charged her battery
Had her running off with the sweets of flattery
She kept a loud muffler, couldn't trust her
Police used to always pull over this duster
A pothead who some called a firebird
A foul mouth, who could have used wiser words
Her man used to hustle and ran a crack corner
So insecure he kept LOJACK on her
Creeping with his visors low, high-beaming
Temper would accelerate, private eye scheming
He would check her consoles for rubbers
She would pass the inspection with flying colors
She would turn left if he said right
On her cycle, he would often run red lights
His voiced echoed as she dodged the convo

-----"PROTOOLS"-----

Her previous owner, all he did was bone her
Some drove her crazy, she was just a loner
He had her leaking transmission fluids
Said it was an accident, didn't mean to do it
No insurance with her grill decayed
She sobbed uncontrollably, still stayed
Another total eclipse so the heart
Like the freezing weather that never gave her a start
Plus he had a sidekick in his garage
If he needed a boost, she would give him a charge
He was sentenced for running an escort service
Escaped from prison but made a few nervous
His baby mother (had wifed a?) BMW
Number one on the list, so he brought trouble to
She done everything to gain her liberty
Tried to be outty (Audi), but went into delivery
Moved to Aspen, survived a avalnche
A different element, inside a fatter ranch
Far away, when she changed the pattern
The distance was like from Mercury to Saturn


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