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Jadakiss - Lay 'Em Down Lyrics


Lay 'Em Down Lyrics

[Intro: Jadakiss]
Uh Huh! I just want to tell you that I love you
Yeah! And I appreciate everything you done for me thus far
EH HEH!

[Chorus: Chynk Show (Jadakiss)]
When they ask we don't play around (Nah!)
Know that, roll that, and then we lay 'em down (Yeah!)
Niggas hustle on the block with them K's 'round
Gettin fast paper keep the chopper just to lay 'em down (Lay 'em down)
If you try, give that lame a lullaby
Make 'em touch the sky, and if we gotta we lay 'em down (Lay 'em down)
Trust me, if I gotta spray the pound
I won't hesitate, for one second to lay it down

[Verse 1: Jadakiss (Styles P)]
Yo! Another man down let me see you try to live through 'em
(I had the whole town talkin 'bout what I did to 'em)
Funny how quick they forget what I did to 'em
(Life or death situation I had I split through 'em)
Still left the click off (Couple more to pick off)
When the drama is lit you can't cut the quick off
(Streets taught him well, learned it until it cost him)
Precipitated the hate and turned it into a fortune
(Never would have tried his hand, but they forced him)
So right after they fried his man, then they offed him
(Yeah you know the G's) They may stop right below the knees
(Four door shit from overseas)
Undreboss from the other side
(Blame me when you hear that they killed his whole mother's side)
Never the money, always for the love of I
(After you put him to bed) I sing him a lullaby
MUAH!!!!

[Chorus: Chynk Show (Jadakiss)]
When they ask we don't play around (Nah!)
Know that, roll that, and then we lay 'em down (Yeah!)
Niggas hustle on the block with them K's 'round
Gettin fast paper keep the chopper just to lay 'em down (Lay 'em down)
If you try, give that lame a lullaby
Make 'em touch the sky, and if we gotta we lay 'em down (Lay 'em down)
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Trust me, if I gotta spray the pound
I won't hesitate, for one second to lay it down

[Verse 2: Jadakiss (Styles P)]
Yo! Give that lame a lullaby (Bedtime story)
You wouldn't die if dude (Fed time for me)
You 'gon fuck around and make the (Headline story)
Bitch in the whip lettin it (Redline for me)
Buck ninety somethin on the freeway (Sucker free!)
Five less than twenty for the bird (Nigga fuck with me!)
Three less that six for the P (Get it on the arm!)
Organic dope 'cause (You can get it on the farm)
(I'm a Godfather) I'm a Don
(My bond is my word) Word is my bond
(Can't be stopped in the first or the (Fourth quarter)
(Work comin in on the docks, now that's a) Boss order
(Big diamonds, clear like) Horse water
(Payin money to the judge fuck the!) Court order!
(Do it Big like) Frank White
And The K will put your brains on the floor (Like it ain't right)
WHAT!

[Chorus: Chynk Show (Jadakiss)]
When they ask we don't play around (Nah!)
Know that, roll that, and then we lay 'em down (Yeah!)
Niggas hustle on the block with them K's 'round
Gettin fast paper keep the chopper just to lay 'em down (Lay 'em down)
If you try, give that lame a lullaby
Make 'em touch the sky, and if we gotta we lay 'em down (Lay 'em down)
Trust me, if I gotta spray the pound
I won't hesitate, for one second to lay it down


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Akon - Still A Survivor Lyrics


Still A Survivor Lyrics

Intro:
Yeah eh ehhh
still a rider
a soul suvivor

Chorus:
Your back is up against the wall
and theres no way to turn
you can feel the heat from the fire burn
theres no where to run and your down to the wire
remember that your still a rider (still a rider)
still a survivor (a soul survivor)
Remember that your still a rider

Verse 1:
And thats all i ever been known that b
most stop from running
saying their licensed
saying you know what i got that thang on me
pretty young case stayed thang on me
tryna pop that and plus stain on me
if they go down in history
nigga don't forget to leave me a rider
even though we struggling
tryna find ways to doubeling
girls on the hunt thinking we bubbling
funny how people love it when
i come in when the taylors fumbling
if we keep on stumbling
we end up more then just struggling
survivor

thats what ill always be
might of have to move kammy
but believe money that am still sucker free
(AK) i low em down
(8K) i throw down
(state k) i closed down
so what do you do when

Chorus:
Your back is up against the wall
and theres no way to turn
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you can feel the heat from the fire burn
theres no where to run and your down to the wire
remember that your still a rider (stil a rider)
still a survivor (a soul survivor)
Remember that your still a rider

Verse 2:
Just like my niggas that really never made it home
and being honest they gettin that money
trying their best to get feed their family
no matter what hustle going
we'll find a way to get up on it
gotta put that muscle on and stand on and on till the moring
rider
like everybody in the hood
really when nobody thought you could
i see you my nigga whats good?
rippin leather and wood
9 milli meetr hidden by that hood
get teristic leave for the ball
like the motto they riding for
survivor

thats what ill always be
might have to move kammy
but believe money that am still sucker free
(AK) i low em down
(8K) i throw down
(state k) i closed down
so what do you do when

Chorus:
Your back is up against the wall
and theres no way to turn
you can feel the heat from the fire burn
theres no where to run and your down to the wire
remember that your still a rider (stil a rider)
still a survivor (a soul survivor)
Remember that your still a rider

Verse 3:
Keep on riding and do what you gotta to keep on surviving
Keep on riding and do what you gotta to keep on providing
Rider
Oh woah oh woah oh oh oh
yeah eh just keep on surviving
Oh woah oh woah oh oh oh
yeah eh just keep on providing
Oh woah oh woah oh oh oh
Cmon let me hear you sing it
Oh woah oh woah oh oh oh
So what do you do when

Chorus:
Your back is up against the wall
and theres no way to turn
you can feel the heat from the fire burn
theres no where to run and your down to the wire
remember that your still a rider (stil a rider)
still a survivor (a soul survivor)
Remember that your still a rider



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Chris Brown - Bad Lyrics


Bad Lyrics

She bad, like a student in detention,
Parked outside the club and my chain just glistening,
SouljaBoyTell'em, yeah I got Chris with me,
I bet I drank the bottle till that bitch empty,
Gucci Belt and Louis when I hopped out of my Phantom,
Turn my swag on and all the girls say I'm handsome,
I may be in my lambo or in my jet it doesnt matter,
She bad, she bad, she bad buts she's badder,


She looking at me, I'm thinking that she, that she badder than her mother,
She staring at me, I'm thinking that she, she a fine mothersucker,
She's a fine mothersucker, and I think I love her,
Ooh I think she likes me I'll keep her through the summer,
Ride me like a wave have her screamin cowabunga,
Bubble bootylicous make a nigga wanna pop her,
Let me know just how you want it, ooooh
Watch how quick I get up on it, ooooh
Once I get up on your body, ooooh
Shawty I'm a keep it rocking,


Shawty she bad, she cute, she sexy too,
Shawty she bad, she cute, she sexy too,
Shawty she bad, she cute, she sexy too,
But she never been with a dude like me who do it like I do,
Shawty she bad, she cute, she sexy too,
Shawty she bad, she cute, she sexy too,
Shawty she bad, she cute, she sexy too,
But she never been with a dude like me who do it like I do,


She looking at me, I'm thinking that she, that she badder than her mother,
That juicy booty, got me thinking, that she's the daughter of a trucker,
She's the daughter of a trucker, booty like a MacTruck,
Pulled up to her bumper, love the way she back it up,

Say I gotta a lot of talk, shawty I can back it up,
When I put it on her, shawty just can't enough,
Let me know just how you want it, ooooh
Watch how quick I get up on it, ooooh
Once I get up on your body, ooooh
Shawty I'm a keep it rocking,


Shawty she bad, she cute, she sexy too, oh
Shawty she bad, she cute, she sexy too, oh
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Shawty she bad, she cute, she sexy too,
But she never been with a dude like me who do it like I do,
Shawty she bad, she cute, she sexy too,
Shawty she bad, she cute, she sexy too,
Shawty she bad, she cute, she sexy too,
But she never been with a dude like me who do it like I do,


Man she so beautiful, she's a super stripper,
Club getting dollars, yea she getting paid,
She bad, she bad, she badder,
Hop up in my Jag, my Jag, my Jaguar,
Pull up in my Jag with the Ice Cream paint,
I need a 150 thousand just to watch me blink,
Baby girl fine and her outfit paintless,
Leave this club and head into my place,
Man she so beautiful, she's a super stripper,
Club getting dollars, yea she getting paid,
She bad, she bad, she badder,
Hop up in my Jag, my Jag, my Jaguar,


Shawty she bad, she cute, she sexy too, oh
Shawty she bad, she cute, she sexy too, oh
Shawty she bad, she cute, she sexy too,
But she never been with a dude like me who do it like I do,
Shawty she bad, she cute, she sexy too,
Shawty she bad, she cute, she sexy too,
Shawty she bad, she cute, she sexy too,
But she never been with a dude like me who do it like I do


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Donnie Klang - Bad Guy Lyrics


Bad Guy Lyrics

I really donÂ't know how to say this without hurting you,
But I gotta let it out cause baby IÂ'm about to burst inside
Cause you know IÂ'm tryna be real with you
And I donÂ't feel like we connect like we used to do,
Things arenÂ't what they used to be.

I, I
I canÂ't keep on pretending itÂ's all okay.
Love.
When my feelings theyÂ're just not the same
I wish we could take it back to a better place

Now both of us know
We wonÂ't make it up
DonÂ't wanna see you cry
(DonÂ't wanna see you cry)
There ainÂ't gonna be no you and me
Cause I donÂ't wanna cry
And I donÂ't wanna lie
(And I donÂ't wanna lie)
This is how we disappear.

I donÂ't wanna be the bad guy, bad guy, bad guy
But I gotta be the bad guy, bad guy, bad guy
I donÂ't wanna be the bad guy, bad guy, bad guy
But I gotta be the bad guy, bad guy, bad guy
I donÂ't wanna be theÂ…

DonÂ't get me wrong I love you boo,
YouÂ're my best friend IÂ'll be there for you.
You know itÂ's true, I care about you,
But IÂ'm not in love with you.
Would it be fair to you to act like nothingÂ's wrong?
ThatÂ's what I used to do,
But I just canÂ't do it no more.

I, I
I canÂ't keep on pretending itÂ's all okay.
Love.
When my feelings they just arenÂ't the same
I wish we could take it back to a better place

Now both of us know
We wonÂ't make it up
DonÂ't wanna see you cry
(DonÂ't wanna see you cry)
There ainÂ't gonna be no you and me
Cause I donÂ't wanna cry
And I donÂ't wanna lie
(And I donÂ't wanna lie)
This is how we disappear.

I donÂ't wanna be the bad guy, bad guy, bad guy
But I gotta be the bad guy, bad guy, bad guy
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I donÂ't wanna be the bad guy, bad guy, bad guy
But I gotta be the bad guy, bad guy, bad guy

I donÂ't wanna be the bad guy, bad guy, bad guy
But I gotta be the bad guy, bad guy, bad guy
I donÂ't wanna be the Â…

DonÂ't you think that I donÂ't care about you
Girl, you know that this is hard for me too
So many nights debating myself,
But I canÂ't magically help how I feel about you.

DonÂ't you think that I donÂ't care about you
Girl, you know that this is hard for me too.
So many nights debating myself,
But I canÂ't magically help how I feel about you.

We wonÂ't make it up
DonÂ't wanna see you cry
(DonÂ't wanna see you cry)
There ainÂ't gonna be no you and me
Cause I donÂ't wanna cry
And I donÂ't wanna lie
(Girl, I donÂ't wanna lie)
This is how we disappear

We wonÂ't make it up
DonÂ't wanna see you cry
(DonÂ't wanna see you cry)
There ainÂ't gonna be no you and me
Cause I donÂ't wanna cry
And I donÂ't wanna lie
(Girl, I donÂ't wanna lie)
This is how we disappear


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T.I. - We Don't Get Down Like Ya'll Lyrics


We Don't Get Down Like Ya'll Lyrics

[Intro: B.o.B]
We dont get down like yall
Na na na na na
We dont get down like yall
Sucka nigga
We dont get down like yall

[Verse 1: T.I.]
Hey, its been a lot of back and forth over this and that
So I dont pick the bobble no more I just get a fact
Listen pimpin', let me tell you what the business is
Ya'll are lost imma tell you what the difference is
See we old school, you just old news
We used to move blow and you just blow dude
See we the talk of the town me and my whole crew
You run around town gossip like the whole dude
See your name drop when nobody knows you
We get them lames out of shakin like we supposed to
My crew we cock the bentley brooklyn and the road too
You gift her roses im the one she brings the rose to
So you say your shinin well i guess im shinin more
So high up im soaring thirty and im like a dinasoar
Cannivor, meet here G's they respect
Me to you like comparing a vet to a cadet nigga
Haa!!

[Chorus: B.o.B]
We dont get down like yall
I ball, I do
You talk, im real
You flaw, pussy nigga
We dont get down like yall
Sucka nigga
We dont get down like yall

[Verse 2: T.I.]
Dont call it the coming back
Again ride been from the fed pin
Pull up on them suckers pop the trunk and tell them get in
Thought I lost a step but guess again
Back to ballin, getting bread, bringing checks in
Yeah, like we did on my last case
I show you how to make a blessin out of bad breaks
Ay, let me set these niggas ass straight
Whole want there clothes bags losen up fag babe
Them hot pants bad for your prize state
Lime green, hot pink, a drag queen hot date
In stores asking for the same size the bitches buy
They say its here, but where im from we call it sissy fact

[Chorus: B.o.B]
We dont get down like yall
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I ball, I do
You talk, im real
You flaw, pussy nigga
We dont get down like yall
Sucka nigga
We dont get down like yall

[Verse 3: T.I.]
Ay, before us there was none
After us no more there will ever be
This the greatest show on earth you will ever see
Still do it for my niggas in the street getting to it
Blowing money like my nigga Big Meech used to do it
Say we blowing money fast, big old money bag
Three four hundred carrots just to make them suckas mad
Back in the side of the winner of every battle
And the best since I was rapping in a rattle word travel
As you comment on the rumors of what have you bewared dude
Prayer cant prepare you how dare you
Disrespect my presence peasents I will tear you
A new one, I poop on your egos and move on
Rolls Royce back seat no grey coupon
A true don, three piece polished suit on
Pee on, see it aint no neon in my new one
Tear the truth on every song I spew on (blaww!!)

[Chorus: B.o.B]
We dont get down like yall
I ball, I do
You talk, im real
You flaw, pussy nigga
We dont get down like yall
Sucka nigga
We dont get down like yall


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Trae The Truth - Gettin Paid Lyrics


Gettin Paid Lyrics

[Intro]
We blowin' money bitch
I go hard, I go hard, gettin paid
I go hard, I go hard, gettin paid

[Chorus]
We don't even count the money no more we just blow it
(We spend it all up)
We don't even count the money no more we just throw it
And make 'em pick it all up

[Trae Tha Truth]
Money strapped to my waist
Somewhere in the whip I'm in with no bass
Flooded the trap I need a new place?
Money got to go I told 'em theres no space
Never love hoes, hoes I don't chase
Only wear loc's the same as my race
All I know is stunt, make a hater feel like shit to the point
that he in another place? Real talk
I-I-I aint the one but I lean on haters, looking so clean on gator
Try to jack me, I guarantee I'll put the beam on haters
Hood n-gga, when I come to this I'm stocked up
Shit on my wrist tryna light this block up
N-gga said I got a dope man swag, take a look at these jewels
Every one of 'em rocked up
And we still on the corner packed in
Ace town president somethin back then
Hope the slut that I'm with got insurance so
She know I'm about to run up on her back end
Like I set of bad, she was gettin' plugged
Can take it to the streets, take it to the club
I don't ruberband shit I got trash bags
N-ggas make it rain, I'mma make it flood
I aint gonna talk shit I'ma talk bread
I f a hater don't like it, tell em drop dead
I'm in the hood like a fresh set of projects
Where they either rock blue or they rock red
I'm the king of the streets

Aint nobody finna take away what I came to get
Audi R8 that I came is sick, with interior the colour of a all white?

[Chorus]
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We don't even count the money no more we just blow it
(We spend it all up)
We don't even count the money no more we just throw it
(And make 'em pick it all up)
We don't even count the money no more we just blow it
(We spend it all up)
We don't even count the money no more we just throw it
(And make 'em pick it all up)

[Wiz Khalifa]
Big weed in my joint, diss me there's no point
Lil guy but still all my n-ggas got big heat they on point
Rollin up while I drive, engine be in the trunk
Decided in 2005 that I can f-ck any bitch that I want
Ooh, and, and and I aint trying to stunt this a two seater my bitch can't help but ride up in the front
Ballin' most n-ggas wont try to pick 'em up
Throwin' so much money you even try to pick some up
You tryin' different stuff look at how I block em out
Smoke like a Cali n-gga even when I'm in the south
And when when my car come out the whores come out
Don't even get on twitter no more 'cause I'm what your bitch talkin' 'bout

[Chorus]
We don't even count the money no more we just blow it
(We spend it all up)
We don't even count the money no more we just throw it
(And make 'em pick it all up)
We don't even count the money no more we just blow it
(We spend it all up)
We don't even count the money no more we just throw it
(And make 'em pick it all up)


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Akon - Searching For Love Lyrics


Searching For Love Lyrics

[Chorus]
I got everything in this world a man could ever want
If you search deeper inside me all I really need is love from you
Searching for love, IÂ'm just searching for love
Searching for love, IÂ'm just searching for love
I got everything in this world a man could ever want
If you search deeper inside me all I really need is love from you
Searching for love, IÂ'm just searching for love
Searching for love, IÂ'm just searching for love

Every night, every night, IÂ'm on a mood
With a super model, you might seen her from youtube
SheÂ's got that good love waiting I got it too
Making either one us waking up next to you, right next to you
See I may be rich, and I may have money
ThereÂ's something missing in my life I always wanted
Had a 1000 chicks, only few I called my honeys
I need to fall in love and I can see it coming

[Chorus]
I got everything in this world a man could ever want
If you search deeper inside me all I really need is love from you
Searching for love, IÂ'm just searching for love
Searching for love, IÂ'm just searching for love
I got everything in this world a man could ever want
If you search deeper inside me all I really need is love from you
Searching for love, IÂ'm just searching for love
Searching for love, IÂ'm just searching for love

True gentleman, super star,
You see me rolling in, aha, my fancy car
Sitting ride beside me is a beautiful girl I saw
Take her to the boom boom boom and another one to mark
I got an addiction, thatÂ's hard to cure
You got an affliction that keeps me wanting more
Changing my direction so I can fall in love
So hard cause my collection is so out of this world
See I may be rich, and I may have money
ThereÂ's something missing in my life I always wanted
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Had a 1000 chicks, only few I called my honeys
I need to fall in love and I can see it coming

[Chorus]
I got everything in this world a man could ever want
If you search deeper inside me all I really need is love from you
Searching for love, IÂ'm just searching for love
Searching for love, IÂ'm just searching for love
I got everything in this world a man could ever want
If you search deeper inside me all I really need is love from you
Searching for love, IÂ'm just searching for love
Searching for love, IÂ'm just searching for love

I know that you would want to
Have someone in your lifetime love you
If you can show that you really want to
ThereÂ'll be no limit to what your heart will allow you
When it comes to love, when it comes to love, when it comes to love
I feel empty, still searching
When it comes to love, when it comes to love, when it comes to love
I feel empty, still searching

[Chorus]
I got everything in this world a man could ever want
If you search deeper inside me all I really need is love from you
Searching for love, IÂ'm just searching for love
Searching for love, IÂ'm just searching for love
I got everything in this world a man could ever want
If you search deeper inside me all I really need is love from you
Searching for love, IÂ'm just searching for love
Searching for love, IÂ'm just searching for love


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Game - Ain't No Doubt About It Lyrics


Ain't No Doubt About It Lyrics

I just wanna touch ya, girl
The way you move (the way you move)
Oh you make me love it, yeh
Cuz lady, you cool

That's the way (that's the way)
You can move it baby (you can move it baby)
Tell your girls (tell your girls)
To come join our table (to come join our table)
Don't you worry (don't you worry)
Just keep movin' boobs (keep movin' boobs)
Cuz you're the star (you're the star)
Everybody looking at you (said looking at you)

Ain't no doubt about it, girl
The way you move. yeah
Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl
Baby you cool.

[Verse 1: game]
G a m e, drop top bent-a-ley (bentley)
Gucci belt buckle fresh out of italy
I'm a baller, literally
Haters are swine flu, you're killing me
I'm looking down on you from where the ceiling be
Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees
My chick riding shotgun, billie jean
Half belizian half from the phillipines
Niggas energy, is like they got the heaves
Sick of me think they wanna nine milly me
But they ain't for rat tat tat-tat tat
My bullets sing like their registered to ascap
Need I say more out in singapore
Everything I do exotic I don't need to bring a broad
Mr. red carpet, I don't do awards
You want it I done it 5 million on tour, offshore.

[Chorus:]
I just wanna touch ya, girl
The way you move (the way you move)
Oh you make me love it, yeah
Cause lady, you cool!

That's the way (that's the way)
You can move it baby (you can move it baby)
Tell your girls (tell your girls)
To come join our table (to come join our table)
Don't you worry (don't you worry)
Just keep movin' boobs (keep movin' boobs)
Cuz you're the star (you're the star)
Everybody looking at you (said looking at you)

Ain't no doubt about it, girl
The way you move
Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl
Baby you cool

[Verse 2: game]
Yo pharrell, I'm ri-ri-diculous
So so sick with it
You can call me cancer but I don't smoke cigarettes
Come through in a 'rarri same color as licorice
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If I ain't with her my b**ch like "this my nigga's s**t"
Haters beware, I can see clear
Through the lens on these black louis vs yeah
Something 'bout mary, make me wanna blow up
And b got the dizzy like for me when I show up
Whip game crazy I call it all kinda
You a big fish to swim the piranhas
Used to call me "dope game" when I came from jose
Now I play the roosevelt and I cop rose
Niggas be like yo you lease that? no way!
California slim license plate st. tropez
Eat at a table full of toupees, lobsters
Been a mobster since the two-way holla

[Chorus:]
I just wanna touch ya, girl
The way you move (the way you move)
Oh you make me love it, yeh
Cuz lady, you cool

That's the way (that's the way)
You can move it baby (you can move it baby)
Tell your girls (tell your girls)
To come join our table (to come join our table)
Don't you worry (don't you worry)
Just keep movin' boobs (keep movin boobs)
Cuz you're the star (you're the star)
Everybody looking at you (said looking at you)

Ain't no doubt about it, girl
The way you move
Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl
Baby you cool


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Outlawz - One Way Lyrics


One Way Lyrics

[Verse 1]
White tee money gang
We staying with the fitted on
Pockets on Rose, crip tryna get it on
Lounging, dirty Sprite, even dirtier
Thoughts on how to come up on a Thursday night
If it ainÂ't about bread I donÂ't kick no knowledge
You wanna learn something?
Take your broke ass to college
I ainÂ't a role model, crack donÂ't stop
Get the money then we money grabbing back up top
But naw, I ainÂ't flashing mine
See the flash on my rings
Waving a hammer like a glass of wine. What else?
ItÂ's MOE, I told the judge I ainÂ't budge
ItÂ's was him or me

[Hook]
Only one way in, one way out
When you get in this game, you gotta plan your way out
Streets is a maze, if you make it out
Just tryna get paid, itÂ's a muthaf-ckin drought
ItÂ's so easy to be all about my money living these days
Niggas tryna get something from me, but no..

I know, I know,
I know, I know
I know, I know
I know, I know

[Verse 2]
Sucka niggas is blonde bimbos
Edie Hathaway, IÂ'm jumping out the window
Act got the beat jumpinÂ' like Timbo
Land we flying, crash like simbo?
Look here, IÂ'm bossed up in my Outlaw eyewear
Tell Â'em niggas IÂ'm out here yeah
Warrior shit and ainÂ't a foot of glorious shit
Getting to the money, bound to get more of this shit
Cause we hustle all day and all night
And we ainÂ't stopping til we get it right
CÂ'mon! Cause we hustle all day and all night
And we ainÂ't stopping til we get it right

I can show you, better than I could tell you
If you really from the hood every ghetto is familiar
Everybody struggling, everybody hustling
Tryna make endsÂ' meet, got us laying 6 feet deep
On your knees, IÂ'mma get it, listen
I ainÂ't trickin on these bitches
Bet IÂ'm stacking my digits, listen
LetÂ's get it!
When you doing good everybody f-cking with you
When that drought hit, ainÂ't nobody f-cking with you
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IÂ'm just tryna paint a picture, hopinÂ' you could see
Real niggas can make it, itÂ's up to you and me
Tryna find light through the darkness
Insane, no love in the land of the heartless
IÂ'mma get mine

[Hook]
Only one way in, one way out
When you get in this game, you gotta plan your way out
Streets is a maze, if you make it out
Just tryna get paid, itÂ's a muthaf-ckin drought
ItÂ's so easy to be all about my money living these days
Niggas tryna get something from me, but no..

I know, I know,
I know, I know
I know, I know
I know, I know

[Verse 3 - Chamillionaire]
The birds fly South, but I was headed North
Watching while my parents dealing with divorce
Also was watching Diddy chilling in The Source
Thinking that IÂ'm about to get it, bout to kill a corpse
They say the court was the better way to get a Porsche
I said of course, but everybody isnÂ't good at sports
CanÂ't get endorsed when you always sitting in the courts
And anyway, the money love me like itÂ's intercourse
So now I gotta get a voice
I gotta hop up out the hoopty and go get a Royce
Government make you feel like you donÂ't get a choice
Pass the torch and when we coming for youÂ…

[Hook]


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Game - I'm On Lyrics


I'm On Lyrics

[Chorus - Mars:]
From the east to the west coast
You show me love wherever I go
One thing I know is
I'm getting dough, i'm on
Got them hoes coming let's go
Shawty say i'm a pimp well I guess so
One thing I know is
I'm getting dough, i'm on

[Verse 1 - Game:]
You niggas know who I is, what kind of car I drive
Kill a California, the door's commiting suicide
Bitches ain't fucking with you unless you in the newest ride
You know me, 5 star nigga do or die
I'm from the home of the...
East west north south, niggas getting lost in Los Angeles
We got the baddest bitches on the north campus
Nigga hopping off the Transit, straight off inside a Phantom
Stop at the liquor store, get a swisher hit the dough
Then hit the hood, ay blood what they hitting for
Whole hood tatted up, bandana white side jeans coming out
Busters leave when it's nighttime
15s in the trunk hit me 'fore they see me come
Wear 24s no need to ask where i'm from
Westside home of the perk even 12 year olds put in work
West coast got 'em bang

[Chorus:]
From the east to the west coast
You show me love wherever I go
One thing I know is
I'm getting dough, i'm on
Got them hoes coming let's go
Shawty say i'm a pimp well I guess so
One thing I know is
I'm getting dough, i'm on

[Verse 2 - Game:]
31 still banged out shots let 'em rank out
Walk through any crip or blood hood with his chain out
Grandmomma stay on the shore in the same house
Be on the porch Dre beats on with my thang out
That ain't a threat but little do you forget
I was 20 years old rolling up on nigga's sets
Coming straight up out the Jets, Impala sitting wet
Try me in 'em high lows coming up out the Tech
Now i'm getting money big Snoop on the techs
Andre Young on the bottom of my chest
Fresh from the fade to the bottom of my cheques
Matter of fact... Cadillac trucks
... peanut butter guts...
Shit hit the block and post up
Then gather the crew hit childs to toast up
Hoes breaking their neck tryna see me close up

[Chorus:]
From the east to the west coast
You show me love wherever I go
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One thing I know is
I'm getting dough, i'm on
Got them hoes coming let's go
Shawty say i'm a pimp well I guess so
One thing I know is
I'm getting dough, i'm on

[Verse 3 - Game:]
10 million albums sold I ain't gotta brag
Disrespect my girl or my kids and get a bodybag
AK47 with the sawdy rag, niggas better duck cause it ain't a paparazzi flash

2011 Game banging, y'all copycats
How you throwing a stocking cap and they ain't never cocked it back
Nigga copy that, capiche nigga
Extended clip got 1 bullet for each nigga
Ask nice and I might let you eat nigga
Let you smoke, I keep Kush in the swisher
Keep the blunts rolled up, Phantom 24'ed up
Hop out knockout hoe chest froze up
I be in the back of the club looking like so what
20 bottles 40 grand pro'ly why chose up
Now she in the... with her nose up
Pockets 1 0 0 0 0 hold up

[Chorus:]
From the east to the west coast
You show me love wherever I go
One thing I know is
I'm getting dough, i'm on
Got them hoes coming let's go
Shawty say i'm a pimp well I guess so
One thing I know is
I'm getting dough, i'm on


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Saigon - Drugs Lyrics


Drugs Lyrics

oh, about 40 years ago, president nixon declared a war on drugs
to this day, wanna know what it was, look

how was it that they can win a war against ...
in the ghetto, losing a war against heroine
you don't believe me, look at some of the war veterans
fought for the country and still can't afford medicine
president nixon declared a war on drugs
and ...was more like a war on us
the drug enforcement agents was given an occupation
of making sure they inflating the prison population
so 35% ...black in expansion
they say crusaders might be results of the cracker but then the ...
i think it is, ... just big is
and not ... then i just beat it is
today is easy to get blown than 40 years again
there's a war on drugs, then where did they go?
they found 2 terrorists all in a row
but can't find the sneaking drugs pass the border patrol
do you expect me to believe this yo?
i mean the masses might do but me, no
you see some call it genocide, some call it hatred
i just call it something that everyone should relate to it

let's keep it real, from town to sun don't shine
let's keep it real, from town to ... around
let's keep it real, it's like we're living in a town
we can't even make up our own mind
let's keep it real, unless the change goes on
let's keep it real, the ... same old song
let's keep it real, if there's a war going drugs
we don't win till it bring no more

the rockefeller loss knocked a lot of fellows off
trying to get a slice bread mozzarella sauce
i know none that won but hell of them lost
that old drug gain came with a hell of a cost
you ever stopped to think ...
like where they turning this coco reef into something you could snore
how the hell is coming to new york? and every ghetto in america
use the ... i mean you would think with all this counter-intelligence
they'd be smarter and harder ...
but they ain't got not even one intention to stopping it
half of bit is politics half it's somebody profiting
the war on drugs is really the opposite
should be called drugs on war, cause somebody getting they pockets hit
so that coco on my street and that weed on your street
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is only air, cause they eat off on war street

let's keep it real, from town to sun don't shine
let's keep it real, from town to ... around
let's keep it real, it's like we're living in a town
we can't even make up our own mind
let's keep it real, unless the change goes on
let's keep it real, the ... same old song
let's keep it real, if there's a war going drugs
we don't win till it bring no more

clearly a lyricism not a conspiracy theory
i just need more ... to hear us
clearly a lyricism not a conspiracy theory
i just need more ... to hear us
yes, see, to go to war against something
means to combat something, you know
i don't see no combat no fight against drugs in america
that has been a 35 billion on just say no
why don't you put 35 billion into the schools
35 billion into our future, our children
instead of building more prisons

let's keep it real, from town to sun don't shine
let's keep it real, from town to ... around
let's keep it real, it's like we're living in a town
we can't even make up our own mind
let's keep it real, unless the change goes on
let's keep it real, the ... same old song
let's keep it real, if there's a war going drugs
we don't win till it bring no more.


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Soulja Boy - Ocean Gang Lyrics


Ocean Gang Lyrics

Bitch ass niggers talking
Soulja boy gonna go an kill them
Real talk bitch show me the millions
Money packing to the ceiling
Throw that shit above the building
Real talk IÂ'm gonna get it
Sod we smoke that Â…
You bitches rolling midgets
Pussy boys donÂ't want cause I own it
Lamas want it, bitch IÂ'm standing in the Â…
And you know theyÂ're not so brave
Bitch IÂ'm standing in the A,
And I post upon the block, a hundred million like a copper
Â… down my nigger Â… falling down my pocket
ItÂ's the hundreds and the cash, IÂ'm post upon the block
200 hundred cash in bags I put the stash I rash
I go ham on cash you niggers know my name
You bitches know itÂ's not a game
Real talk I fly them hoes, the same old
Gucci purple yellow Â… gold like ill ill
We canÂ't go swag out the ass I pass by the dash
Say 200 and 40 look at the performance
Â… go ham, Â…door slam
No nigger know IÂ'm pulling racks
Got money later across the floor Â…
We count money Â… you talk shit, you get ill
With the whole club, itÂ's on me,
ThatÂ's on him, the whole squad Â… we do it big, Â…
Nigger Â… shows all across the fucking world
Fucking with that baby girl, Â…
Is bizy on top, everybody knows that
Pop your bitch ass quick like a down Prozac
Everybody know me, so Â… od
IÂ'ma keep on going ham,
All niggers gonna hate me
YÂ'all niggers gonna face me,
No one can replace me
Soulja Boy IÂ'm on top, I smoke purple and go crazy
Â… real talk IÂ'm on 2, real talk IÂ'm on 3
Aka a Â… bag, I Â… zone 3
And zone 1 zone 6 we talk bricks you toast this
We talk loose hit a nigger with the whole thang
I go bang, I will swang, out the front
All bumping, out the frame
Shouts out to Memphis, shouts out to zone 1
Shouts out to Â… we own now
Lil drey IÂ'm so proud
Rolling that down loud
I blow the damn hoes, she take off her clothes
I am the shit if you hate nigger face it
Yellow diamond watch ear ring and the bracelet
God damn IÂ'm so own I feel like IÂ'm so high
Post up above the clouds like I am a satellite
God damn weÂ're on the night
In the club, vip, so I see the Â… like god damn
Should have called a driver
Supply the lane, supply the purp
Supply the king, IÂ'm a thing for Louie Vuitton
God damn, IÂ'm a Â… rip hard from zone one
Â…stupid bitches no fun
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Real talk IÂ'm a prophet, money falling down the pocket
Louie Vuitton Wiley, god damn IÂ'm high bitch
God damn IÂ'm in the cockpit, on a g5 and the damn clouds
God damn IÂ'm all loud, lil drey so proud
Â… god damn we her bro, real talk weÂ're on us
WeÂ're everywhere you wanna be but you canÂ't have that
Get back you Â… bitch, sod be savage
Hit your ass with the whole club, pull up on the whole Â…
All you see is Â… inside of carsÂ…
All you see is cash, all you see is swag
All you see is Louis Vuitton and limited bags
All you see is real ass niggers thatÂ's talking cash
All you see is motherfucking 4 tanks of gas
Lambos, audisens, all of that shit
Pull up to the strip with them hoes on the dick
They saying damn drey, you didnÂ't blew up like a hoe
I feel like a real pimp when IÂ'm talking to a hoe
I feel like hundred bricks, I feel like a hundred lips
I feel like a player and a mayor took a hundredÂ…
I feel like a prophet bitch with money in pocket bitch
I feel like .. yeah I rock it bitch
Â…self made, self paid,
Â… bitch we player, sod so greater,
Out living all the haters
Nigger my bag against the wall with the pistol
And IÂ'ma pop till they get the fuck out my way
And I pop, I got this red game love
And the combination swag
Type it in, d9, exes on the pad, ah
You though it was over
IÂ'm high and thatÂ's over
I swag from January to October to December
Can you remember when I was ice style with the Â…
So you could Â… on me, bitch.


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Earl Sweatshirt - Epar Lyrics


Epar Lyrics

[Hook:]
All the bad bitches boo when you rap
I can teach you how to pull 'em like a tutor, in fact
I got one in the front and two in the back
And the bitches keep screaming "Odd Future is back"

[Verse 1:]
Wolf with a T-Rex cock, less talk
While I invest stock in wet rock
Smoke with all the big bitches bumping "Bedrock"
Sub in the truck, thumpin' up against the dead cops
And pop it like I tossed a match in the engine
And go harder than a fucking crack intervention
Clown of the class and the last to attend it
Big Earl make you fags stand at attention
Odd Future, I'm your motherfucking general
Catch 'em where them slap, slash, stab bitch ass niggas go
Girl, you ain't even gotta ask cause you finna know
Why this Playboy so sticky in this centerfold
Sticky what my niggas blow, icky Earl finish foes
Hit 'em low, litter them with Chronicles of Riddick bows
Chronic in the spliff to the dome, got my system slow
Saw 'em walking out, ask them niggas what they sprinting fo'

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Vince Staples]
Black Ted Bundy sick as John Gacy
Chilling with a possible victim, she was 18
A hitchhiker hippie whore, met her at the liquor store
She freaked with dick to help support the habit picked up in the fourth
Grade A piece of ass, so I plan on screwing it
Slipped of a couple Rufilin inside the bitch's juice and gin
Next thing you know, we're on Earl's burgundy carpet
She's kicking and screaming, begging for me to fucking stop it
Look, you know it's not rape if you like it, bitch
So sit down like a pretty ho and don't fight the shit
Or else I'll have to tie a pretty bow 'round your bloody neck
Hide the slices from the gashes given with a dull Gillette
Mop the blood up, put the body in the apartment

Stash her where we hide the marijuana and the condoms
"Hey, what's that? " Don't touch it or even fucking look
You are Fantasia and the body bag's a fucking book

[Hook]

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[Verse 3:]
Yo Vince, let me tell you 'bout these hoes I met last night
They thought I was cute 'til I asked what that ass like
Damn right, red light, ran right through it
"You don't even have your permit, what the fuck are you doing? "
Maybe if you shut the fuck up, we'd be cruising
And you wouldn't be sitting, boohooing 'bout your bruises
But no, you wanna be Miss Fuck-with-the-Music
I'm zoning on Relapse, she's sliding on Blueprint
Three seconds it takes for her to turn blue
With my hands around her throat, her arms stopped moving
Pulse stops too, in the back, look confused
As I turn to tell them both not to do shit stupid
Red, white, blue lights in the rear-view, shit
Swerved to the shoulder, tell them both no moving
Sit down in the back, cause the windows tinted
As I rolled down mine to forge a new friendship
"Aren't you a little too young to be driving? "
Look Officer, I'm just tryna get home
"Get out the fucking car with your license and registration"
I ain't getting outta shit, you're starting to try my patience
Didn't have backup, I could tell by the Hummingbike
Reached to the glove, grabbed the motherfucking hunting knife
Stabbed him in his neck and hip, threw him in the trunk and dipped
Back to the fucking crib for some tea and crumpets, shit

[Outro:]
All the bad bitches boo when you rap
I can teach you how to pull 'em like a tutor, in fact
A one dead in the front, dead cop in the back
And two live bitches screaming "Odd Future is back"


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Bad Meets Evil - Scary Movies Lyrics


Scary Movies Lyrics

[Intro]
WhatÂ's your favorite scary movie?
Yo, Slim Shady (Yo, Royce 5Â'9″)
YÂ'all wanna make a movie? (What)
We got the film right here

[Verse 1: Royce]
Yeah, IÂ'm one of them pretty rappers, buck if I really have to
I really slap you, King of Detroit who they naming the city after
Scandalous partners, whose grammar hammers the hard shit
Into your heart with, content, yo who wanna start with
Expert, Bad and Evil is coming soon
MCÂ's get stuck, head first back in they motherÂ's womb
This shit is written, in my eyes IÂ'm the illest MC spitting
Leaving all of you cats shitting kittens
I gotta diss you, my niggas be cocking pistols
Shot and split you, fuck splitting the profits with you
Six percent, of yÂ'all niggas is just pretend
Clicks with clits, pussy niggas stink with dicks
Niggas act bully, and blast for the fast penny
My auto is fully, plenty of niggas packing semi
Speak darts; yo, you get paid? Rhyming about it is the sweet part
You canÂ't be street smart with a cheap heart
Five Nine, a street nigga with deep feeling
I keep illing, my steez willing to keep killing
Fuck rap, a lotta yÂ'all all is just acts
Trust that, you rhyme all wack on rough tracks
Bust and then we all black when you get bust back at
Fuck that, you get blast at, you get laughed at
And IÂ'mma spit thunder, stick to my guns
Niggas is finished before they gimmicks, one-hit wonders
What? Big balls, thatÂ's why when I spit, your clique stalls
IÂ'm a pitbull, IÂ'm just dog, IÂ'm just raw
Split yÂ'all, holler, Â"ItÂ's on!Â" Then I diss yÂ'all
All of yÂ'all niggas get pissed on claiming you pissed off

[Hook]
YÂ'all want drama? Wanna make a scary movie?
Rappers coming in with their team and carry toolies
You can jump right out of the screen and barely move me
We hard-hitting, directing and starring in it

[Verse 2: Eminem]
The one man on the planet thatÂ'll drive off of the Grand Canyon
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Hop out of a Grand Am and land in it handstanding
Any man planning to battle will get snatched outta his clothes
So fast itÂ'll look like an invisible man standing
IÂ'm headed for Hell, IÂ'd rather be dead or in jail
Bill Clinton, hit this, and you better inhale
Cause any MC that chooses to go against me
Is getting taking advantage of like Monica Lewinsky (Leave me alone!)
Came home in a frenzy, pushing a ten speed
Screaming to Aunt Peg with three spokes sticking outta my pant leg
Fuck a headache, give me a migraine, dammit I like pain
You should be anywhere that a mic ainÂ't
You rap knowing you wack, you act up and IÂ'm throwing you
Down a flight of steps then IÂ'm throwing you back up them
If they donÂ't like the track, fuck them, the rap struck Â'em harder
Than getting hit by a Mack truck and then backed up on
And any half-assed known rapper to trespass
Better be ready for the second Celebrity Deathmatch
So tell the medic to bring the medication and quickly
IÂ'm sicker than a 2Pac dedication to Biggie
IÂ'm free-falling feet first out of a damn tree
To stampede your chest Â'til you canÂ't breathe
And when IÂ'm down to my last breath, IÂ'mma climb the Empire State Building
And get to the last step and still have half left

[Hook]

[Outro]
Bad, the Bad (Uhh, when the Bad meets the Bad, yo)
The Evil (Take the Evil with the Evil)
Put Â'em together (What? Nine-nine)
Two times, Slim Shady, Royce da 5Â'9″


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Lil O - What Iz Ya Lyrics


What Iz Ya Lyrics

chorus:
hey baby! oh, yeah!
girl, no play no games!
what iz ya talkin bout?
i'm gonna do something tonight, yeah!
if you don't ...
girl, don't play no games!
what you're talking about?
i'm gonna do something tonight!
if you're walking out
let me know right now!
what iz ya talkin bout?
i'm trying to do something tonight, yeah!
what iz ya talkin bout?

i ain't got tougher games,
to tell the truth, that billy got time for you..
the only thing i got time for is gold,
if you ain't trying to fuck, then it's time to go.
see, baby girl, a real player... is precious,
..see, i ain't trying to hear what you're saying,
and i hope you ain't come here for no...
see, i got this rose (rose), i got this good treat (good treat)
and you just sit and sip as chill, smoking on my good weed.
... that's my good deed,
now it's time you treat the player, i got hood needs.
...then we're feeling super right,
baby girl i need to know, what we're doing!
i'm trying ...the pussy is cool, ...
i'm just saying man!

chorus:
girl, no play no games!
what iz ya talkin bout?
i'm gonna do something tonight, yeah!
if you don't ...
girl, don't play no games!
what you're talking about?
i'm gonna do something tonight!
if you're walking out
let me know right now!
what iz ya talkin bout?
i'm trying to do something tonight, yeah!
what iz ya talkin bout?

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girl what are you talking about, what are you saying?
get me to stop teasing, you sound like you're playing
my dick don't get no hotter than this, here, feel!
now, that's for real, i can get you hotter, you can chill.
just let me know before i go on my way,
and spend all my money and my time, the whole day.
and you're ..sitting there talking about...
..when you could be hopping on this dick,
come on girl, i know that you would be loving and hugging,
rubbing and... that will work for me,
come on girl, .. right through
get me a few, manage to get there, don't concentrate on your...
cause i'mma fuck out, that i will... get some good deed!

chorus:
girl, no play no games!
what iz ya talkin bout?
i'm gonna do something tonight, yeah!
if you don't ...
girl, don't play no games!
what you're talking about?
i'm gonna do something tonight!
if you're walking out
let me know right now!
what iz ya talkin bout?
i'm trying to do something tonight, yeah!
what iz ya talkin bout?

is you sucking, is you fucking, i was wondering, i was saying,
we could.. without a..
let me get the...
let me get that act right!
i know, you know, let's go!
get, get down on the floor
...like a pro, for me, what you won't do for your man,
...since your hope is so...
but let that.. like it eat your eyes,
chicken, i can be about...
niggers are here ... i can't spend a dime!
..is with your eye, since you shine for the world to see ...
pardon me if i waste your time,
pardon me if i sought attention,
don't you hear the fundamental... on the low, you will go, dick!
..get put of my face, ...
i'm just saying, i ain't never the type ...
..so you're kicking with some lames.
girl, what you're talking about?

chorus:
girl, no play no games!
what iz ya talkin bout?
i'm gonna do something tonight, yeah!
if you don't ...
girl, don't play no games!
what you're talking about?
i'm gonna do something tonight!
if you're walking out
let me know right now!
what iz ya talkin bout?
i'm trying to do something tonight, yeah!
what iz ya talkin bout?



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Crooked I - Pac And Biggie Lyrics


Pac And Biggie Lyrics

i got my whole city with me
grind to the beach in my hard top bentley
i got smoke in my lungs, liquor in my kidney
when i leave the game, they gonna mention my name
like pac and biggie
greatest of all time, greatest of all time
when i leave the game, they gonna mention my name
like pac and biggie
greatest of all time, greatest of all time
when i leave the game, they gonna mention my name

because itÂ's cob everything, homies know the meaning
caucasian or black, Â… or belizean
my father never knew that he had million dollar seamen
i had to find a way in, got more family than Â…
drugs in my deffo, bitch iÂ'm on my hustle
stay on like a biceps but goons on my muscle
grind plus hustle like scrappy letÂ's call it grosses
iÂ'm doing bizness with asians, essays and blood Â…
grown on the west coast, thatÂ's what iÂ'm the air to
no one can compare to me i say what you scared to
i donÂ't dance much, and motherfucker funny hair due
listen hair dude, iÂ'm in my grizzly and you bear fool
yeah, the kid grew up in the hell hole
took that fire put that on tracks minus the railroad
how many joints in your elbow?
your arms, hell no what elbows are pound of weed for sale though, in hell

i got my whole city with me
grind to the beach in my hard top bentley
i got smoke in my lungs, liquor in my kidney
when i leave the game, they gonna mention my name
like pac and biggie
greatest of all time, greatest of all time
when i leave the game, they gonna mention my name
like pac and biggie
greatest of all time, greatest of all time
when i leave the game, they gonna mention my name

legendary as pac and biggie, harrio and ricky
selling sounds all the pounds, the stereo i sticky
is it rapper trap money, the scenario is tricky
either way that it go, when iÂ'm buried you wonÂ't forget me
no matter what you heard itÂ's my motherfucking dominion
take your ass hole and shove it up your opinion
the menace and flow, even my ...is call me the genesis
cause iÂ've been the truth from the beginning
iÂ'm bar raising, cuban cigars blazing
white european whip call it my caucasian
from starvation to becoming the leader of a dark nation
move quiet like iÂ'm park mason
my hood credit is good, iÂ'm Â… visa
i move through the belly of the beast like magnesium
you could be a star, iÂ'ma be a tsar
black cesar, forget it, iÂ'm iller than amnesia
remember

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i got my whole city with me
grind to the beach in my hard top bentley
i got smoke in my lungs, liquor in my kidney
when i leave the game, they gonna mention my name
like pac and biggie
greatest of all time, greatest of all time
when i leave the game, they gonna mention my name
like pac and biggie
greatest of all time, greatest of all time
when i leave the game, they gonna mention my name

iÂ'm on my long beach shit, alcohol in my dining
a mafiozzo outlaw, a somalian pirate
iÂ'm a molotov cocktail, involved in a riot
flames burn you fuck boys, till all of you quiet
cob on that junior mafia shit for real though
in this bitch deep like an 18 inch dildo
haters check my passport, i could put everything you want in my Â… sport
this is a manÂ's sport, you gotta have an iron stomach or youÂ're Â… from the highest summit
the top i see bodies flying from it
i love this game i just study the science of it
the Â… coming, 100, let me tell you again nigger.

i got my whole city with me
grind to the beach in my hard top bentley
i got smoke in my lungs, liquor in my kidney
when i leave the game, they gonna mention my name
like pac and biggie
greatest of all time, greatest of all time
when i leave the game, they gonna mention my name
like pac and biggie
greatest of all time, greatest of all time
when i leave the game, they gonna mention my name.


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Tyler The Creator - Steak Sauce Lyrics


Steak Sauce Lyrics

RollinÂ' in a golden Tacoma, the shitÂ's stolen
If that bitch tell on me, IÂ'mma do a fuckinÂ' drive-by in her colon
With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete
Like Chris Brown when Rihanna got her fuckinÂ' ass beat
Fuck Jeeves ask me for advice, if IÂ'm not reading advice
IÂ'm squatting down, picking cracker bitches scalp for some lice
Everything that I write is dope because the pipe
And nope you canÂ't have a hit unless you gimmie the light
We be burninÂ' dirty rocks with a light switch
Bitch nigga, you about as hard as a dikes clit
IÂ'm goin as hard as Bishop Eddie LongÂ's john
After I bought a Sidekick and sent that fag some nice pics
They say I try too goddamn hard
No shit, I want a Grammy you damn retard
You canÂ't be great when you settle for flea bargain
Unless youÂ're a thrift hipster bitch in a leotard
Painless, Hodgy lost his motherfucking mind because the brain left
Wolf Gang got the ink on me now itÂ's banged out
Box Logo hoodie, still havenÂ't got the stains out
Congress, ah yes, IÂ'm fuckinÂ' with the best blondes
Um yes, I am now beating off to mom sex
Raquel is wrestling a prom dress
While me and Ray Charles have a fucking staring contest
To all the step dads in here
Triple six kids got you motherfuck scared
Could be worse, nigga thatÂ's absurd
Nigga I am at PharrellÂ's tryna butt fuck nerds
This just in, Tyler the Creator and Justin Bieber
Was just in the room flippinÂ' Selena Gomez
Go Â'head, give some, pucker up
IÂ'll fuck her up until the kids come in, umm
After Tron Cat I got the rat shook and I ainÂ't even have a hook
For the white kids to sing along
I donÂ't wanna sing a song, fuck that
Now cyber bully sissies on my little sisters Macbook
I got you niggas nervous like a pop
Tryna ask a virgin how a vegan daughter where the cock goes
Wake up, wash ass, go and eat some RoscoÂ's
Head back to the studio and munch up on some tacos
When I was younger I was bitchinÂ' in
Now IÂ'm coming quicker than the shit thatÂ's swimminÂ' in my sock hole
When them teeny boppers ainÂ't around so Johnson and Johnson baby lotion
Bead on my Johnson till my cock swole
Stop sayinÂ' youÂ're sick, shit is kinda old
IÂ'm a fucking Herpe in a coma, youÂ're a common cold
Have you heard my brother verse on Llama?
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When that niggaÂ's home, me, him and Hodgy gonna take the game and
Get a stainless steel AK and aim it
To the fucking referees head and put his lifeless body
In a choke hold, uh-oh, these niggas is loco
Best thing smokinÂ' minus all of the tobacco
Still hard to be black, well
Malcolm X would be proud this white bitch is getting black mailed
Blue eyed cracker named Jenny, and skinny
And Obama wanted change, I threw a couple fucking pennies at him
Just a chip off the old block
Chipped tooth got some dick off my swole cock
Cause I bag bitches, sheÂ's a zip off the old lock
And thats just a logo on the center of that old box
Oh stop, tryna be me, kids will go cop anything
That I put on from the gold watch to the boxers that I put on
Probably cause IÂ'm goin harder than erect cock dick through a botox
Oh shit, youÂ're as hard as senior citizens dick
Oh fuck, donÂ't slip break hips and pop backs
Show some respect to old chaps with my left fist
Cause IÂ'm the next best spitting wreck thats left here
ThatÂ's my ex bitch, heard sheÂ's my next bitch
Have you met her mouth? No? Oh thatÂ's my bestest
Bestie, and she gets beastie
And sheÂ's my favorite babysitter cause the children never exit
I was taught to act my shoe size, IÂ'm eleven and a half
Cock the umbrella cause when I spit Seven on your ass
ItÂ's gonna be mid stage Coachella
Shake faggot ass keep hatinÂ'
But I work hard for the shit that I got
So I still fuck 2DopeBoyz and fuck Planet Earth
All associates can suck cock


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Akinyele - Break A Bitch Lyrics


Break A Bitch Lyrics

[Intro]
A: Akinyele, you know I break a bitch neck!
K: Kool G. Rap, you know I break a bitch neck!
A: Yeah break a bitch neck!
K: Break a bitch neck!
A: Break her neck, aiyo G catch the fucking wreck, set it!

[Verse 1: Kool G. Rap]
I canÂ't stand a bitch so I donÂ't treat and I donÂ't need Â'em
They want a niggas cunt, so I just fuck Â'em like I hate Â'em
Hoes wanna oppose, like they know me or they knew me
But bitch you never blew me, so donÂ't say a fuckinÂ' thing to me
Cause IÂ'm too fly to say hello HA HA
See you later, long good-BYE
Bitch yo, what you want pa
A: But you bitches look so good
But it donÂ't mean no give a fuck
If thereÂ's one less bitches out the neighbourhood
Because I never did respect Â'em
You know you could never give a
Kool G. Rap a swift kick in the rectum
Check Â'em, develop a chick is a pig
Because mad niggas bitches
They put they lips around a nigga dick (Come on niggas)
Did they tell me how my dick is so much bigger (Yeah)
Swallow my nut if they forgot to call me Mister Nigga (Ah)
Sit back slap a bitch, Kool G. Rap
Bitch runninÂ' off for the track
Then a bitch got it slapped
So donÂ't be a nigga sex-slave bitch
DonÂ't try to be brave bitch
You be a dead bitch in the grave bitch
Bitch you think a nigga and come beef out
Come bitch the-these house
Bitch I slap your motherfucking teeth out (Aight, my man)
Break it off bitch you want the drama bitch
YouÂ'll have to homa, bitch you broke a seven bomber
Bitch I slap your mama bitch (Whoo-hie)
Pull out my dick and start suckinÂ' bitch
Or keep on puckinÂ' bitch, you stupid motherfuckinÂ' bitch!
Hog bitch you come and stalk bitch
You got a lot of heart bitch
For you to me you ainÂ't too smart bitch
Slap a bitch, I got a bag full of bitches
Try to steal a bitch, you get a head full of stitches
IÂ'm hittinÂ' bitches with a tec

[Hook]
K: Aiiyo break a bitch neck, break a bitch neck
A: Come on!
K: Break a bitch neck!
A: Break a bitch neck!
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K: Break a bitch neck!
A: Come here bitch, let me break your neck!
K: Yeah break a bitch neck!
A: Break a bitch neck!
K: Break a bitch neck, aiiyo Ak catch some motherfucking wreck

[Verse 2: Akinyele]
Yo, beatinÂ' bitches up ainÂ't nothing new to me
Whether youÂ're down with social security
Or youÂ're just here in furity
A ainÂ't nothing but an agenda
You young bat, that comes and after all
You better hold on to your changes
DonÂ't come talkin that slappinÂ' shit
Cause that youÂ're a woman, Miss
DonÂ't think that it canÂ't happen bitch
I make, bitches panick and sweat for their life
ItÂ's bad that bitches mostly get
Stabbed to death with they own knife
Todd skin bitches feel lack of blue
I cruise around town, cruise their ass with a .22 (Bitch)
Cali bitches get the gat that IÂ'm blastinÂ'
I think straight slang
Sprinklers IÂ'mma (?) when they askinÂ'
Get the man and his wolfpack
I pay them like D-pack
Each and everyone of them bitch is get slapped
Martial arts bitches get me fat
Who sees rollinÂ' Bun
We say; Return of the living dead (Huhh)
NobodyÂ's shit goes live
Miss Hong-Kong bitch
I break my foot up off in your ass (Yeah)
And donÂ't bitch that keep Â'em full of it
And the nigga alcoholic fake the thing
Some eyes in the third
And you are snitches, and never said it
Cause I be stompinÂ' they ass
Just like the class of the wedded
And dancinÂ' girls get me pissed
IÂ'm the first straight hater to yell out:
Go stupid bitch! Go stupid bitch!
AinÂ't nothing good about me, girlfriend
You want a good boyfriend, check the ?Merige?
I heard they got a few good men (Yeahh)
DonÂ't hear me I ainÂ't get no love (Fuck that)
IÂ'm member of the bitch haters club
I donÂ't kiss and donÂ't pump Â'em up bitch
You stuck up bitch
Â"DonÂ't call me a bitchÂ"
Oh shut the fuck up bitch!
You donÂ't get no respect, hell no!

[Outro]
A: Break a bitch neck!
A: Break a bitch neck!
K&A:Yeah ahahaha, word up!
A:See that fuckinÂ' bitch
K:Bitches must be fuckinÂ' crazy (Bitch, bitch)
You must be out your fuckinÂ' minds (Bitch, bitch)
Suck my motherfuckinÂ' dick!(Bitches ahaha)
A:You look like thaaaat
K:Bitch haters come, come and act up baby (Stop me)


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Tim Minchin - Cont Lyrics


Cont Lyrics

I don't like Jews
Neither should you
They're ethically and spiritually poor, that's a fact

I don't like black people
It's just not acceptable
There should be some kind of law, that is that

And I get the shits
With Inuits
They get on my tits, the little bastards

And women
Just make me so mad
Does that make me bad, am I bad?
Is that bad?

And the fuckin' Italians
I just cannot stand them
They really inspire my rancour
Cheating fucking Italian wankers!

And lesbians and the bicurious
Make me furious
It's not their fault, I know, but still... Grr!

And fuckin' Christians
I just want to punch them in their faces

And I'm not comfortable with Muslims on the tube
And I can't stand publicly breast-feeding mothers

And I hate gays who talk camply
And the fuckin' Chinese make me angry

I hate the rich
I hate the poor
I hate bitches
I hate whores

I hate Africans
I hate Japanese
I hate the disabled
I hate Burmese

Yeah, I don't care about your color or your creed
I will judge you for no reason

[At this point, Tim "realises" that he's made a mistake: "Fuck, Sorry.
That's the trouble with trying out new stuff, it's... I had half the lyrics
covered up. I think we should probably do it again. I think if we leave it
there I might run the risk of being misconstrued. It's not even called
'Cont', it called 'Context'."]

[The song begins again]

I don't like Jews
Who make and distribute kiddy porn
Neither should you
Their ethically and spiritually poor, that's a fact

http://www.elyricsworld.com/cont_lyrics_tim_minchin.html
I don't like black people
Who risk billions of other peoples money gambling on future derivatives
It's just not acceptable
There should be some kind of law, that is that

And I get the shits
With Inuits
Who find out what job I do
And regale me with a racist joke or two
They get on my tits, the little bastards

And women
Who judge other women for not holding the some views as them vis-a-vis
career and mothering
Just make me so mad
Does that make me bad, am I bad?
Is that bad?

And the fuckin' Italians
I just cannot stand them
When they take a dive in the penalty box
Denying Australia its World Cup spot
They really inspire my rancour
Cheating fucking Italian wankers

And lesbians and the bicurious
Make me furious
When their pride parade blocked the traffic flow
When my baby had asthma and had to go to the hospital
It's not their fault, I know, but still... Grr!

And fuckin' Christians
Who lean on their horn when my wife is being cautious at an intersection
I just want to punch them in their faces
Although my anger is fleeting
I understand their frustration
She's a little too hesitant

And I'm not comfortable Muslims on the tube
Who look over my shoulder when I'm readin'
And I can't stand publicly breast-feeding mothers
Who smoke cigarettes while their feeding

And I hate gays who talk camply
During the final act of King Lear
And the fuckin' Chinese make me angry
When they make sham erection potions out of the horns of endangered
rhinoceros

I hate the rich who use their wealth as an excuse for bigotry
I hate the poor who use their poverty as an excuse for bigotry
I hate bitches who get rabies and try to bite babies
I hate whores who won't accept Visa

I hate African racists
I hate Japanese homophobes
I hate those disabled rapists
I hate Burmese cats

Yeah, I don't care about your colour or your creed
I will judge you for no reason...
But your deeds


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Colbie Caillat - Favorite Song Lyrics


Favorite Song Lyrics

I wanna be your favorite song
You can turn it up Play me all night long I wanna be your favorite song
La la la la la la la la la
We on our way back
We on the play back

We on some new plus old: never change that we on the new tip: G.O.O.D. music we see the pen and the paper, we gonna use it
It takes some late nights to get them bright lights we keep rockÂ'n those songs
to live that good life I do it for you I do it for me we break it down Colbie tell them the story
Listen can you hear me
Am I cominÂ' in on your frequency
I got a story
Subject of the plot, you and me
When youÂ're sleepinÂ'
When youÂ're wakinÂ'
And when youÂ're feelinÂ' good
IÂ'll be the thing that
You wanna sing back
Suck in your head I knew you would
I wanna be your favorite song
You can turn it up
Play me all night long

I wanna be your favorite song
La la la la la la la la la
I wanna be your melody
Flowin through your head
When you think of me

I wanna be your favorite song
La la la la la la la la la
YouÂ'll be singinÂ' like
Oooo oooo oooo oooo
Oooo oooo oooo oooo
YouÂ'll be singinÂ' like
Oooo oooo oooo oooo
Oooo oooo oooo oooo
Baby can u feel me
IÂ'm the kick drum gets ur heart to beat
I gotta have you near me
You can count me in to every song I sing
When youÂ're sleepinÂ'
When youÂ're wakinÂ'
And when youÂ're feelinÂ' good
IÂ'll be the one that
You want to come back
Suck in your head I knew I would
http://www.elyricsworld.com/favorite_song_lyrics_colbie_caillat.html
We on our way back
We on the play back
We on some new plus old: never change that we on our way back we on the play back play back, play backÂ…
I wanna be your favorite song
You can turn it up
Play me all night long

I wanna be your favorite song
La la la la la la la la
I wanna be your melody
FlowinÂ' through your head
When you think of me

I wanna be your favorite song
La la la la la la la la
YouÂ'll be singinÂ' like
Oooo hooo oooooo
Oooo hooo oooooo
YouÂ'll be singinÂ' like
Oooo hooo oooooo
Oooo hooo oooooo
Girl the songs you sing
They my favorite things
You stay in my dream
Something supreme
Love is the
key and itÂ's major like C
Common and Colbie, IÂ'm dusting off the old me like an old LP, we call them oldies in your melodies, IÂ'm hearing things you never told me we stay in tune with each
other, in our room we discover new ways to do covers, no matter how they dub us we can stay true to the trust and the winner of the best duo is us
I wanna be your favorite song
You can turn it up
Play me all night long

I wanna be your favorite song
La la la la la la la la
I wanna be your melody
Flowin through your head
When you think of me

I wanna be your favorite song
La la la la la la la la
YouÂ'll be singinÂ' like
Oooo hooo oooooo
Oooo hooo oooooo
YouÂ'll be singinÂ' like
Oooo hooo oooooo
Oooo hooo oooooo
All I wanna
All I wanna
All I wanna say is
I just wanna sing to you every day
All I wanna
All I wanna
All I wanna say is
La la la la la
All I wanna
All I wanna
All I wanna say is
I just wanna sing to you every day
All I wanna
All I wanna
All I wanna say is
La la la la la


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Yelawolf - Gangsta Of Love Lyrics


Gangsta Of Love Lyrics


[Yealwolf - Verse 1]
Would the real slim shady please stand up
And tell these muthaf-ckers why I got signed
Cause IÂ'm on the verge of slapping one of these white boys
Out here tryna imitate my grind
And if you finna feel it when I say that
F-ck you, say something back
What I gotta lose, IÂ'm already the underdog
Why wouldnÂ't I give you the opportunity to rap
F-ck boy, IÂ'm harder than ya mommaÂ's f-ck toy
And sheÂ's still bitching
IÂ'm sicker than a chicken sitting in shit
Sticking itself with a syringe in a Japanese kitchen, get some
I got the kinky bitch, get crumbs
Yeah here the Shady clique come
They say IÂ'm a dick head
Well it fits why
Cause muthaf-ckers p-ssy ass came up til she gets numb
Any of many styles that I pick from
F-ck it just give me kick drums
Cause Yelawolf aint a rapper
IÂ'm a cataclysmic culturally offensive donÂ't give a shit bum
ex-con
So put ya money on a Â'Bama boy
20 West of Atlanta boy
You wanna ride in my lane prepare for the 18 wheeler
winds ?

[Chorus]
All the girls I meet
Are falling down them stairs
Said gettin themselves together
They gettin themselves together
(Thats why they call me)
Gangsta of Love

Yelawolf and I
On top donÂ't wonder why
Cause I rock and roll
Stop drop and roll
Thats why they call me
(Gangsta of love)
Feet on the ground
Head in the sky
Cause I rock and roll
Stop drop and roll
Thats why they call me

[Yealwolf - Verse 2]
Hold up, my God
Let me pull the chevrolet out the garage
I killin on hennessy lately, KP
You might get a hicky from Nicki Minaj
F-ck em all with a sandpaper dick
I dare anybody to come match to this
You couldnÂ't hold a flame to my name bitch
I wouldnÂ't even let you hold a bic to my cancerous stick?
IÂ'm treating rappers like loose change
The shoe string belts that I lost in the cracks of my couch
Like I didnÂ't even know I had that until ?
Oh you want some of the south shit?
Well let me show you what the south is
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You into sucking dick
Well IÂ'm into getting rich
We could make a good team
Put your money where your mouth is

[Chorus]

[Yealwolf - Verse 3]
I roll out in a t-top two seater
Looking like an american missle seeker
Got back pack packs in my dungerees
Yeah IÂ'mma light a fuse under the disbeliever
Say you donÂ't give a shit good
Cause I donÂ't give two shits neither
You ready let it go, IÂ'm already at your funeral
Walking with a rose like Wiz Khalifa
Yessir, IÂ'm bonafied
IÂ'mma go ahead and live cause I know IÂ'm gonna die
And if you wanna live baby get up in the whip
Baby I donÂ't know what IÂ'ma give but I know IÂ'm gonna try
Whatever it is girl you know IÂ'm gonna vibe
But you know thats a fib yeah, you know thats a lie
What if I buy you drive through popeyes?
Do you want it grilled or do you want it fried?
IÂ'm doing this like I knew I would
And you did too, so you knew you did
If I never got a co-sign IÂ'll be at your throat
And it donÂ't matter who IÂ'm with
ReppinÂ' that area code 256
White trash girls wink with blue eyelids
Because they know Yelawolf canÂ't be f-cked with
But it donÂ't take an asshole to see that shit

[Chorus]


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Akon - Time Or Money Lyrics


Time Or Money Lyrics

[Intro - Big Meech]
This Big Meech from the richest black muthaf-cking gang in the world
My nigga always say, thereÂ's only two things a nigga can do for you
You either got time or money, canÂ't have em both
Nigga with money, dont have no time
Nigga with time, donÂ't have no money
We donÂ't have a lot of time around here – cause time is money

[Verse 1 - Akon]
Give me one minute, cause you tripping
Too much time on your hands, you slipping
Why you focused on all this dealing?
When niggas coming in through the back door stealing?
Crib on the hill: now thatÂ's good living
Harder to reach when you make your first million
So much money gotta stack to the ceiling
And IÂ'mma keep doing this forever, God-willing
Real niggas like me donÂ't catch feelings
Only broke niggas be out there grilling
Say you getting money but you ainÂ't even tipping
A big-booty girl in front of you dipping
Fronting like you really doing all that shipping
Man you gotta be, gotta be kidding
DonÂ't even try cause my weapon is hidden
My nigga is ready to do some killing

[Hook - Akon]
IÂ'mma tell you just one time: give me whatÂ's mine
Cause I donÂ't have time to waste
IÂ'll be on my grind, money on my mind
And I wonÂ't stop getting paid
Living this life of mine
I donÂ't know if you really got what it takes
HustlingÂ's in my blood and it just wonÂ't go away
Time, money, time, money

Nigga with money, donÂ't have no time
Nigga with time, donÂ't have no money

[Verse 2 - Akon]
Â'Kon live in one year, made millions
Everybody got money: nigga, we chillin
AinÂ't got no time: itÂ's some bad feelings
Especially when you want a little sexual healing
GirlfriendÂ's pulling, familyÂ's pulling
In every direction, everybody need money
My lifestyle redefine how they all living
If I keep it up IÂ'll be broke in a minute
My kinfolkÂ's on the block and they dealing
All my goons are still out there killing
Man I be running, got no time to be skipping
Trying to hit a home run in the 9th inning
Meech locked up, copped out, for a killing
Taking care of mine, San Quen chilling
ThatÂ's my homie, you can trust that nigga
Just a matter of time before I get back with him

[Hook - Akon]
IÂ'mma tell you just one time: give me whatÂ's mine
Cause I donÂ't have time to waste
IÂ'll be on my grind, money on my mind
And I donÂ't stop getting paid
Living this life of mine
I donÂ't really know if you really got what it takes
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HustlingÂ's in my blood and it just wonÂ't go away
Time, money, time, money

Nigga with money, donÂ't have no time
Nigga with time, donÂ't have no money

[Verse 3 - Akon]
Gotta look out for haters if you wanna be blockinÂ'
Look out for stick up kids that be robbinÂ'
Look out for ladies with their hands in your pocket
If you donÂ't, youÂ'll be the next hot topic
DonÂ't wanna be the next one dropping
6 feet deep like conans coffin
IÂ'd rather see you out there flossing
Love to see another brother getting it poppin
Chase that paper, donÂ't you wait up
Get your money nigga, f-ck them haters
Everybody complain about your time
You aint got none? Find a way to make it up later
Cause I aint got time for all that
And you aint got time for all that
And I donÂ't wanna waste your time
On behalf of BMF bring Meech back!

Time is money, time is money
Time is money, time is money
Time money, time money
time is money
Time money, time money

Nigga with money, donÂ't have no time
Nigga with time, donÂ't have no money
Nigga with money, donÂ't have no time
Nigga with time, donÂ't have no money


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J.Cole - Workout Lyrics


Workout Lyrics

I wanna see you work for me
Work out for me, work out for me

We got a good thing
DonÂ't know if IÂ'ma see you again
But is that a good thing?
Cause girl I canÂ't be your man, no mam
I know whats on your brain
Your probably hoping never would end
Like is it the real thing
Or is it just a one night stand

Let me see you get high and go low
Now girl would you drop that thing down to the floor
IÂ'm here for one night, how far would you go?
I wanna see you work out for me, work out for me

High and go low
Now girl would you drop that thing down to the floor
IÂ'm here for one night, how far would you go?
I wanna see you work out for me, work out for me

She like them bar with the big old chains
Ride around town in the big old Range
I knew her when I riding big old chains
Now the little nigga doing big old things
Would you look at that, came back for her
Just to give it to her, like you asked for it
Man that thing in them jeans too fat for her
Rebounds so I caught it off the backboard
I told her, baby girl come
know I run the town even when I aint from there
And I brag hardly but just to show up at this party I made
What your nigga make in one year, thats unfair but
So is life, take a chance roll a dice
Money canÂ't buy you love cause itÂ's over priced
DonÂ't overthink just hopes it right
IÂ'm only here for the night

We got a good thing
DonÂ't know if IÂ'mma see you again, see you again
But is that a good thing?
Cause girl I canÂ't be your man, no mam
I know whats on your brain
http://www.elyricsworld.com/workout_lyrics_j.cole.html
YouÂ're probably hoping never would end
Like is it the real thing
Or is it just a one night stand

Let me see you get high and go low
Now girl would you drop that thing down to the floor
IÂ'm here for one night, how far would you go?
I wanna see you work out for me, work out for me

High and go low
Now girl would you drop that thing down to the floor
IÂ'm here for one night, how far would you go?
I wanna see you work out for me, work out for me

Carolina blue kicks, fresh on the scene
Hottest nigga on the block, damn girl you mean
Uh, they be starting shit, but itÂ's your world
On my Martin shit you go girl
She bad and you know it, some niggas save Hoes
IÂ'm not that heroic
Could you be my escort
Cause just like them two door Fords
Damn, they donÂ't make em like you no more
Cole World, real Cole World
Them boys cool, me IÂ'm on fire
Know whats on my mind, tryna see whats on yours tonight
tonight, tonight
Move slow, cause you wanna live fast
Up late so you probably skip class
Life is a test so before the lights pass get right
get right

We got a good thing
DonÂ't know if IÂ'mma see you again, see you again
But is that a good thing?
Cause girl I canÂ't be your man, no mam
I know whats on your brain
YouÂ're probably hoping it never would end
Like is it the real thing or is just a one night stand

(Cole World)

Straight up downtown but do you really wanna love me forever
Oh, oh, oh
Or is it just a hit and run

(Well hey)

Straight up I tell ya I just really wanna cut when we together
Oh, oh, oh
Come here girl, lets get it on

(Work out for me, work out for me)

Straight up I tell ya I just really wanna love me forever
Oh, oh, oh
Or is it just a hit and run

Well, Straight up I tell ya I just really wanna cut when were together
Oh, oh, oh
Come here girl lets get it on

(Work out for me, work out for me)


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Chamillionaire - Furious Five Lyrics


Furious Five Lyrics

[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
Cause I'm lyrically so dangerous, yeaa
You don't want no problems, you don't want no problems
Ya'll know I'm so dangerous. mmmm
You don't want no problems, you don't want no problems

[Ludacris:]
Death by lyrical injection
I kill you rappers
A lot of green with a yellow complexion
Women call me the Green Bay packer
I pack the zero's
Meaning mucho deniro
So paid, rappers is waitin' on trades and they all get Knicked like Melo
Hello, LUDA!
Tell theses other boys double up
Cause I got some work all on my waist but I call it a tummy tuck
My every records jumpin', or playin' double dutch
I shit on rappers every verse just got the bubble guts

[Chamillionaire:]
Haha, hold up
Ludacris they are Ludacris think I'm luda this
Rep the dirty all across the world I polluted it
Suafist and a hollow point through ya head
Hope ya get the point it don't really matter who ya is
Nowadays they be snitching and they so smooth
Defaquit your vocals like it's pro tools
Sposed to keep it real but they don't you
Know you get the blame when the police is who he spoke to
Diabolical shoot at your and turn your molecules
Into particals how you really thinkin I'm a lose
Comical money only reason I'm a move
They'll anounce that I made a killin like obama news
3 stories but the truth really never told
3 stories in the condo I never know
Who I goota kill to get a bomm docks episode
With shakira shaking what she got in a leapered robe
Play no games like I never got a token
My money counter just be going through the motions
Give me my jim carey mask cause I'm smokin
Always bein a boss what the hell is a promotion
Anything less than the best is insulting
Gold toilest I be pissing like a sultan
I hope ya got geicko I leave ya broken
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I'm taking bout the mic I see the lizard and I show him

[Chorus]

[Royce Da 5'9":]
I went from eating top ramen to being top rhymer
Check full of commas
No regrets except for the drama
I remember a time when my only perfection was my momma
My mind in the wrong direction
Now it's time ya bow down in [?]
Writ in my honour cause bitch I'm bonker, plural
In a whip with my Ivanka, pompous [?] girl
She on E, feeling on me, singing on key
While I'm bumping We Are The World
Got a sniff from Britney, no he didn't did he
"We run this town"
No he didn't did he
I feel like tinting the glass,
You take a sip with me
She from the city of Jackson
I call her Mississippi, that was pretty witty
Demand like a black man tryna get re-elected
He ain't get it, did he?

[Joell Ortiz:]
[?] to the pedal
Pedal to the floor
Just whippin' it through the ghetto
Metal in the door, case I gotta throw some lead into ya, boy
Referee mind state, I'm settling the score
I don't know what ya'll hating for
Wait, wait, know what, matter fact
I don't know what you're waiting for
I ain't finna say nothing, turn the bass up more til the speakers pop
I get a kick outta that, like a sneakers spot
See I was a little kid with his thumbs in his ears
And his tongue in his ear going na-na-na-nah-naaar
Just when you think it stop na-na-na-nah-naaar
Everything I speak is hot
But bont be mad at least everything you speak is...
I can't think of nothing nice to say, you're not nice okay

[Crooked I:]
Rapper, hustler, entrepreneur
My shit fly like I'm launching manure
Lord of the underground, God of the saw
On Hennessy black, [?] to the jaw
Yeah I'm off the block
This ain't work, call me "I'm off the block"
I'm a syllable, Hannibal, killer cannibal
With a mechanical manual to deliver the flammable ammo
Lyrical and I'm off the top
Rep that West till I walk with Pac
We the 2.0 Boys, quick fricken Joe boys
New gold Rolls Royce, fall off the lot
Cock me, the only way you can stop me
I'm top seed, I pop green at my speed
So watch me, if you haven't seen the phenomenom
I speak fast as Lamborghini's in Ramadan

[Chorus]


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Rock City - July 4th Lyrics


July 4th Lyrics

[Verse 1:]
This is for my niggas who've been through it all
But still kept a level attitude
Labels did us wrong but how could I be ever mad at you
Y'all made us who we are so y'all deserve some gratitude
For contributing to giving me a rebel attitude
I'm hardly ever bruised
My blood, sweat and tears is on a first class flight
And all my pain is on a cruise
This is what I do, I'm always making moves
But it's hard when all them haters wanna do is see you lose
And they get heated when all you do is the opposite
Passing bottles for couple models and blow some dollars quick
Kill the game with some songs we wrote for your favourite artists with
No album in stores, still I ball like I hit the lotto bitch
Middle finger the industry, niggas and politics
Get familiar mother fuck twitter, just follow this
Now snap a picture, take it wit' ya, post it up in your crib
All just to remind you that you was once a part of this

[Chorus:]
Gunshots in the air and that's for all the hard work
Living like a slave is something we don't stand for
To celebrate we go outside and light a firework
Cause tonight we are gon' treat it as if it's july 4th
Hands up in the sky like the life at our concert
Everyone just live for the moment cause life's short
To celebrate we go outside and light a firework
Cause tonight we are gon' treat it as if it's july 4th

[Verse 2:]
I don't ever lose
All I do is win
Magic on the beat
Now let us begin
I came from the bottom
Then I moved up
Our label let us go down
They done fucked up
Yo, ptfao when you walk into my crib it looks like an award show
There's awards everywhere, yeah plaques up on the wall
That's why my ego's so big, yeah 20 feet tall
I got elephant balls
Cause I go in the office and say fuck all of y'all
We celebratin' like it's july 4th but it's funny cause see we ain't even on our home turf
Virgin islands in this mother skunt
Rep my hood in your hood, I disrespect for mother skunt
A nigga high up like a helicopter
I no fucking actor, I's a firecracker

[Chorus:]
Gunshots in the air and that's for all the hard work
Living like a slave is something we don't stand for
To celebrate we go outside and light a firework
Cause tonight we are gon' treat it as if it's july 4th
Hands up in the sky like the life at our concert
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Everyone just live for the moment cause life's short
To celebrate we go outside and light a firework
Cause tonight we are gon' treat it as if it's july 4th

[Verse 3:]
I've paid... so now I'm feeling like a boss up in this hoe
Fireworks lit up like it's july 4th in this hoe
We going off up in this hoe
I'm dropping bombs up in this hoe
I'm a little insane but the flow's hussain like I'm saddam up in this hoe
You can tell I'm self made as if I'm ross around this hoe
I'm running this bitch so you can call me... around this hoe
Don't get me started in this hoe
I spit my heart up in this hoe
I'm 'bout to lose it now and really get retarded in this hoe
Standing strong without a label, now we taking off like rockets
But it's cool because they still get to sit back and fucking watch us
I told you all that nothing y'all did was ever gonna stop us
Game over nigga, 8 ball inside the corner pocket
Wrote a song for b but haters tryna understand how
Two songs on rihanna, raining men and also man down
Talk about my past in this cause all I ever had
Was my balls and my word which gave me everything I have now

[Chorus:]
Gunshots in the air and that's for all the hard work
Living like a slave is something we don't stand for
To celebrate we go outside and light a firework
Cause tonight we are gon' treat it as if it's july 4th
Hands up in the sky like the life at our concert
Everyone just live for the moment cause life's short
To celebrate we go outside and light a firework
Cause tonight we are gon' treat it as if it's july 4th


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Chamillionaire - Antifreeze Lyrics


Antifreeze Lyrics

[Chamillionaire:]
I'm like the baddest rapper ever Ever ever? Ever!
I always been it like I stood next to Uncle Fester
Swisher house professor taught y'all how to be successful
Used to Run a house like Rev and Diggy and Vanessa
Yes I got a stretcher that's for competition Not in my position they ain't got a pot to piss in
You can call it dissin' they stay broke like it's tradition
Fly over the hood (man you must think you) Blake Griffin
Finger itching I got riching
My mother say she loving it
She took a million it took a year til I discovered it
I took my money out and I almost shut down the government
I threw it in the tub and let my main chick rubber dubbing it
The passcode on my bank account is Catch Me If You Can
I know they gay just undercover like they with the clan
Don't throw a rock and later say that you my biggest fan
Remove the mic right now so it don't break and beat you with this stand
Your girl be calling me like everytime she grab a phone
I never hear 'em all her messages be rather long
These losers copying too much and you can't say I'm wrong
Wiz Khalifa hit the joint, now everybody cheech ching chong
A sign that's on my door that say no man but me allowed
Might see your woman drying off in here without a towel
Don't get confused just cause the twitter picture got a smile
Get on 4 square post where you at and I'll come show up now
After I beat you down, twitpic and retweet this clown
I bet in person all these talkers ain't gon' leak a sound
I travel everywhere how come your boys don't be around
Take trips where y'all be missing y'all must live in lost and found
Rap game's a female chat and all y'all do is disrespectful her
Can't really say you fresh cause all of y'all is whack except for
A few it's maybe two yeah most of y'all is pop as Ke$ha
I wanna grab a bottle and just turn your tap to ketchup
I teach 'em how to stunt, super Dave done taught a lecture
See me 2012 and said you fresh as when I met ya
I'm in my robe and slippers walking round like I'm Hugh Heffner
I'm dressed in red your girl is black, jump on her like a checker King me

[Chorus:]
Cooler then antifreeze dammit these rappers be
The baddest thing happening since King had a dream
Cooler then antifreeze dammit these rappers be
The baddest thing happening since King had a dream

[Maino:]
Maino hustle hard, better pray to god
I swear to god, lames better play they part
It's going down, I run this town
I'm here now, let's get it
Black flag. black tee, shooters in a black truck
Diamonds on, getting money, haters on my right nut
Left arm automa bezzle look like falling stars
Fifty shot Calico, niggas better call on God
I'm the one they fear reason why they're running scared
Do it Mob style, bullet right behind his head
I declare I'm the king of Kings County
Stand up nigga why these haters can't down me
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Look around I round the town these other niggas clowns see
Go ahead let him talk slick I bet I make his mouth bleed
Homie we strong, these rap niggas peeons
They cuddle with the same bitches I pee on
Brick getters getting bread in rainy weather
My white girl savetta and it go panamera
I'm a don bitch miss me with that nonsense
.44 holster underneath my armpit
Fuck nigga the reason to love niggas
My last homie snaked me that's why I don't trust niggas
Straight to the devil is where I took them
Fuck what you heard I run Brooklyn

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks:]
Can't stop too much cream veiw me on your movie screen
Got the sweater, got the hat, sneaker, and the Gucci jeans
Sicker than I used to be, time to get them used to Queens
Flawless bitches usually turn them all into super fiens
Mamy I'm the coolest from PYT's to cougars
The haters remorse they can D-I-E from rugers
Nigga say hello to Judahs, genius how I do this
Cleanest pictures standing out of Beemers with the blue wrist
Shorty keep my name low till my name, tell honey my angle
I'm touring and she taking off her leggings on the table
Pussy popping on the Skyp, crustin' on the phone
I'm a fuck her with my freestyle going off the dome
I got her smoking weed now, she's glowing off patron
Kush cologne, weirdo when I push my poem, cripple chrome
In my Queens, Manhattan, Staten Island, Bronx, and Brooklyn zone
And my meaner packing, paper staking, bitch go get your own

[Chorus]


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