Who You Gonna Call .......... Missy Misdemeanor Elliott

Reunion .......... Capone-n-Noreaga

Never Goin' Back .......... Mobb Deep

Sole Sunday (f/Outkast) .......... Goodie Mob

Shut 'Em Down .......... LL Cool J.

Shut Up .......... Trick Daddy

Any Given Sunday (f/Guru And Common) .......... Jamie Foxx

Whatever It Takes .......... P.O.D.

Fuck That .......... Kid Rock

Be A Man .......... Hole

My Niggaz .......... DMX

Jump .......... Mystikal

Move Right Now (f/Eve And Drag-On) .......... Swizz Beatz

Why .......... Godsmack

Stompbox .......... Overseer

Any Given Sunday Outro .......... Jamie Foxx

Any Give Sunday baby
Oww! Yo, yo, yo
Oh zigi-zigi
Zig-zigi-zig-zig, oh oh
Zigi-zigi-zigi-zigi-zigi?
Oh you 'pose to be the man now
Cause you got cars, you got houses
You got yachts, you got diamonds
You got it all
Oh you livin' large right, heh
Well let me ask one thing
When you go broke
When you go broke
I bet those same friends yo don't mess with you no more
Here we go uh

I was there when no one knew your name
I was there when you blew up, got large
And had all the fame
Now look how you do, uh
I was there when everything had changed
You think you the shit
Big star on top of your game

Now who you gonna call
When nothing's right
Will you call when your ass go broke?
Will you call when you ain't got no friends hanging with you?
And you ain't that hot no more
Now who you gonna call
When nothing's right
Will you call when your ass go broke?
Will you call when you ain't got no friends hanging with you?
And you ain't that hot no more

Uh I was there when you was hooked on weed
I gave you dough, mo dough
You don't know to supply your need
What's it gon' be (uh)
I was there I was the air you breathe
Until you became a big star
No need for me

Now who you gonna call
When nothing's right
Will you call when your ass go broke?
Will you call when you ain't got no friends hanging with you?
And you ain't that hot no more
Now who you gonna call
When nothing's right
Will you call when your ass go broke?
Will you call when you ain't got no friends hanging with you?
And you ain't that hot no more

Uh do you
Call when you fall boy
Call when you ain't got boy
They don't wanna roll with you
They don't think you hot boy
What happened to you boy?
You are just a no-boy
Now you have no joy
Here we go

What happened to your Benz man?
What happened to your rocks?
Six shots that you pop in your bitches man
Now your name is like shit stink
You let the fame maintain
You done blew out your brains man
What happened to your diamond rings?
You bling-bling every time a nigga switch a lane
Beep, beep to your feet man
You's a jeep man
With no friends and no game man
There he is, uh

When nothing's right
Will you call when your ass go broke?
Will you call when you ain't got no friends hanging with you?
And you ain't that hot no more
Now who you gonna call
When nothing's right
Will you call when your ass go broke?
Will you call when you ain't got no friends hanging with you?
And you ain't that hot no more

Call, yo, who you gonna call, uh
Yo who you gonna call when your ass go broke
Them same friends who don't fuck wit you no more
Who you gonna call, yo who you gon, who you gonna call
Who, who you gonna call, who, who you gonna call
Heh-heh, where all your friends now?
Where your homies now?
When you was on top of your game
Everybody wanted to hang around, huh
Heh, heh but now that your ass gone broke
Your same friends don't want to fuck wit' you no more
Who you gonna call huh?
You better understand reality baby
Never let the fame blow your brain, heh
Yo, yo, yo, oh-zigi-zigi
Never let the fame blow your brain
Yo, yo, yo zigi-zigi-oh
Never let the fame blow your brain
Here we go, uh
And my choir sing, heh
Yo, uh, let the orchestra, and the violins
And the trumpets, yo, yo, oh shit, owww!

[Noreaga]
[howling] CNN (CNN!) CNN
The reunion man.. we back again man.. are y'all ready man?
Hahahahahaha, yo, yo

My niggaz get locked up, and when they come home
it's mink coats and Cristal, just ask Capone
We play the game like mobsters, Oliver Stone flicks
Based on a true story, it's Nore'
And all of my niggaz buck for me, the projects love me
It feel good to have love in the hood
And I ain't got to buy weed, cause my credit is good
Machine gun lyrics, CN lift spirits
Puff more weed than dreads, hip-hop heads
gotta, listen to this before they piss in they beds
My mission instead, leave these niggaz missin and dead
and leave em dumped in a river, buttnaked and red
N.O., erase niggaz no pro-blemo
Keep a razor in my mouth - spit it out
And I never had to move nothin, I shit it out
And I still got it but I had to Thug It Out

[Chorus: CNN (repeat 2X)]

Yo, it's like my mission just to live this way
I had to sell things, but I wanted to live each day
The real people do real things
So why is real people still doin fake things? HUHHH?

[Nore] Peace God
[Cap] Whattup nigga?
[Nore] I'm glad you home
So we could, take over the world, it's ours to own
[Cap] Stars that bone from the ghetto, to cars and homes
[Nore] Laced out, Jesus piece, ice the face out
[Cap] My Niggaz On The Run they place out
Flee fiends with the cake mouth
Automatic guns, bullets spray out
[Nore] Lay out, what? Gimme the cash and the coke
Sometimes I got money, and I still feel broke
And sometimes I got reefer and I don't even smoke
[Cap] I don't sleep, ninety-five percent of the time I'm woke
The other 5 is when a nigga high, hear the thugs cry
[Nore] And me, I'm Thugged Out, I just sleep on the floor
with the rats and the roaches, keepin it raw
[Cap] My heat is the fourth, while y'all niggaz lean on the law
[Nore] Peter pay Paul, an outlaw, he stuck up the mall
[Cap] I watch for the cops, still a Thug after the deal
CNN gotta thug it for real

[Chorus]

[Capone]
Thuggology's the major, paper
Capone-N-Noreaga teach ya, villainize your whole nature
The law was built around capers since the years of the West
and are you real or fake? How many thugs hear the question
Twenty grand on the lawyer, extra hundred for bail
Next to death's kiko, is goin to jail
Unassissted, I shivered and frail
My ice similar to hail yo, for the 85 that's in braille
I keep Chanel on my hoes, crazy blowin the scale
Mad chickens for my thugs locked, low on the mail
Yo it's 'Pone or it's Fonz, either pretty or thug
Whichever way it's called, in every city a slug
If I was dyin would a true fan give me they blood
and would my man take the stand, lie in front of the judge?
My thesis, be one of a thug, prestigious
I rock fatigued up, down in Cali khakis with the creases

[Chorus 2X]

[Noreaga and Capone ad lib to fade]

[Havoc]
Yo...
Ain't no hard time invented that Havoc can't handle
If cats only knew all the shit I been through
Homicide, suicide, am I, losin my mind?
Just, standin my ground keep it bottled up inside
Practice what I preach Dunn, ride for my loved ones
Asked about my life, no doubt had a tough one
Did dirt, got dirt, shit only got worse
Been asked God why he put me on this earth, yo
Not for nuttin Dunn, I want it all - can you blame me?
Niggaz just be settlin for crumbs
How dumb, how come, with no outcome?
Ten years later niggaz still in the slums
Strung off the next shit, dyin for they next shit
Foamin from the mouth for the next man necklace
And how about that, niggaz too grown for that
I'm holdin it down, now where your head at? Yo

[Chorus: Mobb Deep (repeat 2X)]

I ain't goin back, I ain't lookin back
I'm movin ahead, now how about that?
Hell no black, I'm where the paper at
long as I don't forget where I came from

[Prodigy]
We do it the Mobb way - leave em lookin like a strawberry
My outlook on life is quite very - positive
I'm a content fella
until you tamper with my plans to go on further
Fuck the hassle, it ain't worth my energy unless I must
If you insist, I'll be more than glad til his beef marriage
Me and you til death do us
Scrape my fingertips on bricks, forty-two shot clips
That's my shit, do it like the old timers
I use a wide holster, it's more discrete while I'm post up
or in motion, most niggaz be floatin
Don't even make eye contact, walkin
Dunn, pay attention that's how niggaz die sooner
Watch who you pass and it might be a reaper
Watch my niggaz we'll jump when you least thought
We came from the streets up, now we put G's up, so

[Chorus]

[Havoc]
Yo, had time to think when just on the brink of death
at my front door me receivin slugs?
Only twenty-five, got fifty more to go
and knows, their plot I hope they ass die slow
How though no dough, please don't show
like my man Twist said don't even see me when I blow
Got, issue with my foes best believe I'ma solve em
and laugh at your petty-ass problems

[Prodigy]
Out the slums of Queens, came a bunch of young gun niggaz
The Infamous Mobb Deep
with dreams, of one day makin it big
With they Live Nigga Rap music, hard liquor swigs
Dirty Timbs, thirsty grins
Smile all up in your face then I break your chin
Went platinum, now them niggaz writin scripts
Murda Muzik the movie, pushin spaceships like..

[Chorus]

[Al Pacino]
"I'll fight for you 'til the day I die"

[Gipp]
Yeah.. yeah.. yo
Gipp keep it slow poke, hang out the side with no rope
Sit in the tub, flick the remote and soak
Pull up, jump out, and then I strut for em
And if anybody got problems, I'ma cut for em
In this atmosphere now you can disappear smoke thick
Shells bail like tailbacks lookin for hoes
Drag my ass down the air like I care
Scar that ass, leave your shirt open like an arab
Makin money off these breakdown slabs
We got this zone, get your own
Better move on before your folk get split, you won't forget
The DF put it down, now get down, or sit down

[OutKast]
Sunday mornin, makes me feel
so Godly, pardon me, if I shake your soul..

[Khujo]
I tackle my problems, never run from my foes
Stiff-arm facemask, hit the juke but it didn't leave a sucka froze
like he just tried to stuff a whole ki up in his nose
on all fo's
You hit em high I hit em low, for this dough
Yo heart gon' bust out here, cause we comin full speed
We deep and take you lift you up off of your feet
at the lift, of the glass, sippin victory
Clean cut but I stay dirty
Uhh, you play fair, I teach
I spot this pig in yo' face like you never stopped eatin pork
or beast, ??
Tenacious on his grill, uhh, all-pro hall of famer
with no fears, blood sweat and tears, uhhh, uhh, ohh shit

[OutKast]
Sunday mornin, makes me feel
so Godly, pardon me, if I shake your soul..

[Andre]
The rich boy got it bad cause he is rich
The po' boy got it bad cause he is po'
The bad boy got it bad cause he won't grow
The good gul got it good cause she got game
It runs in no undeveloped fellas considered lame
Same like mechanics do it, baby who need her Buick
repaired don't have no knowledge of what a brake shoe is
Make woo it, turns a nigga, sperm it tickle
We wiggle, ?? emotions like dill pickle
in autumn, fall, into the bottom of black, holes
Make a left on nothingness cause that's where I'm at
Cold as summer, I got yo' number, you got my number
Let's add em, see what we come with maybe we can slumber
like uhh, babies in homes and uhh, retarded ones, uhh
Dolphins and whales, uhh, the smartest ones, so
nothing you can do can be new up under the sun
Depending what sun you live under you can be the one on

[OutKast]
Sunday mornin, makes me feel
so Godly, pardon me, if I shake your soul..

[OutKast]
Sunday mornin, makes me feel
so Godly, pardon me, if I shake your soul..

[OutKast]
Sunday mornin, makes me feel
so Godly, pardon me, if I shake your soul..

[1st verse]
I can shut a nigga down so quick my sounds so sick
My talents spread around while I'm holdin my dick
My dingling shit flip emaculate
Evolutionary flows y'all want more dough
Make wit the best get the best all the rest hit 'em less
Rip a nigga from the East to the West
Just a lyrical maze lyrical days
God works in mysterious ways
I'm the warlord of war relieve the raw dog
Niggas ain't even comin close to my low score
Niggas fleein when I'm rippin on the hard core beat
That's slammin through your jeep like a 44 Mack to your back
Nigga L never got rip by a track
I don't fuck around, always come back
For the lyrical miracle day one platinum plaque right off the back
Looked at every nigga wit the mic on my arm
A time-bomb blowin up ring the alarm
Cool double O flow well to the LL
I'm leave the world looking hard as hell

[chorus 8x]
I shut 'em down
(Get Off Me!!, You Can't Hold Me!!)

[2nd verse]
To the next plateau niggas bet my flow
Betta bet I role wit more control
Gotta bring the heat that eliminate who can't compete
Spit razors to rip the beat
Relentless endless friendless when it comes to the lyrical mack
Now off my back stack 'em drag 'em now feds waggin
Hear you fassen place on the blood of my veins without passion
Mashin take a little time to think the rhyme out
How to find out
Bump and grind out
Pump the lines out
I'ma show what the microphone is all about without doubt
C to the double O bounce in the bubble eye limo
No I ain't checkin for you bull shit demo
Everytime you hear me in a battle I'm lethal
Nigga too sweet 'n low you aint equal

[chorus]
I shut 'em down [16x]
[after the 8th time]
Get Off Me!!, You Can't Hold Me!!

[3rd verse]
I can take you to the level if I let my phantom
Nigga bout to rule the world wit one anthem
Kidnapped rap for a handsome ransom
Smoke a little Branson on the side of the mansion
Keep it thugged out even when a nigga dancing
Branson make that trans and keep it dancing
I'ma murder every nigga in the game
Can't stand the rain
Fuck a maintain
Gotta leave the world in flames
Nigga wanna live life stay out of my lanes
Tryin to read my name
Here's a murderous combo wit you on your pain
Sideways stimulator bringin the flames
Niggas wanna feel me spit the whole clips
Sing along it will split your lip
45 wit an name on the grip
Niggas said you wanna batlle
Nigga now talk shit

[chorus]

[Trick Daddy:]
We gon' let the band deal wit' this
Ha ha, uh
MIA Style, ha
Old School
Uh huh
Okay, Shut Up

[Chorus: Trick Daddy (4x)]
Ah ha, Okay
What's Up, Shut Up

[Trick Daddy:]
Ridin' 'round in my brand new, '99, 4 do', Volvo
I got a pocket full of B's, cocoa weed and ain't got no place to go tho'
But all my Boca Boys they know though, that's fo' sho' though
(Are those Bugle Boy jeans you're wearing?) Hell nah ho you know they Polo
I been used again, choosed again
This time been wrong to chop somethin' dumped by one of my union friends
Soon as they seen the Benz, hatin' season was in
Hell cause they figured me for not understandin' their reason being
But I'm the man for this
While y'all was doin' fine I was doin' time just, prayin' for this
Locked up, make a plan for this
Without all that fancy shit
Way too advanced for this
Just Polo socks, tanks tops and drawers up under my pants and shit
Shut Up

[Chorus: Trick Daddy (4x)]

[Trina:]
Okay who's the baddest bitch
I been real, been rich, bee don' had this shit
Big Benz, big house and shit
That's right, okay I been down with Trick
Okay it make sense to me
Cause if your money ain't right you stick it French to me
Miss Trina don't play wit' me
Or you can say Miss Big, it's okay wit' me
You need a grand just to speak to me
Okay, are you sure you wanna sleep wit' me
Okay, you better be fo' sho'
Cause I don' left niggaz like you stuck befo'
Okay, you can ball wit' me
Okay, since you got a hot knot spend it all wit' me
Okay, y'all know what's up
Okay, uh huh, I ride, Shut Up

[Chorus: Trick Daddy (4x)]

[Co:]
This goes out to my nigga Rolls and them pretty ass jazzy hoes, bitch what's
up
Co got a verse in the Book of Thugs
So when I come through bitch show me love
Everbody that flow, then raise it up
You got that funk, then blaze it up
I got 2 mo' of them phat hoes, late night and I ready to bust
Are you okay
Look like you got alot to say
Okay, come wit' it
Niggaz keep hidin' your ho, what you do that fo'
Me and Money Mark bee don' hit it, been don' split it
Okay playboy, fuck you say boy
Don't even much bring your ho 'round C
Niggaz y'all better quit fuckin' wit' me
Shut Up

[Chorus: Trick Daddy (4x)]

[Duece Poppito:]
Lay down, playboy what's up
What about the slugs in your head and your gut
What's up with the keys to your truck
Your niggaz ain't got B's in the cut
What's up with the safe, what's the combo
Open that shit nigga fuck all the convo
Say Shin, what's up wit' ya hatian
Party out, birds at the safehouse, waitin'
What's up why you struted D
I ain't 'bout shit but a quarter ki
Nigga ya better not be playin' me
You gon' bleed to death, you understand me
What's up you ready to go
You ready to tongue kiss with the new 4-4
What's up fuck nigga say somethin'
Set your crime, ready to spray somethin'
Gun play, how I got the stripes
2-4-K turned out the lights
Gun play, how I got the stripes
2-4-K turned out the lights

[Chorus: Trick Daddy (8x)]

[Guru:]
Though the times are getting wicked I'm older
I got a chip on my shoulder
True players always maintaing, I'm different I told ya
Don't want to be just a commodity
I'm smarter G
This is my life, and my soul not just a chart to me
It's the truest part of me
Fans now mobbing me
Fake friends acting like I just won the lottery
Back then I guess it was hard to see
The real paradox
What an artist see
It's like that saying
Be careful what you pray for you might get it
Of course it's all about winning and money but how far will we let it
Taken 'em, the holy game can make 'em, then instantaneously break 'em
Rain one day sunshine the next
Haters try and stop my flow sometimes I'm vexed
What's next accounted by the press
Mad stress on my chest
Of course I know that I'm blessed but here's the test
On "Any Given Sunday" I got to play my best

[Chorus:]
Sacrifice don't give up the fight,
everything will be all right on any given Sunday
Guru: The harder they come the hard, yeah the harder they must fall
Depends on you if you win or lose,
you know you got to pay some dues so that you can live on Monday
Guru: Strive to achieve and die for what you believe

[Jamie Foxx:]
On the battlefields left abandoned
One man standing
To me the ball was handed
Taken shots and left stranded,
No defensive they tackle me
Every blow brings back a memory
Learning lessons from my injury
It's killing me
Cause at first they wasn't feeling me
Never given a chance to show my true ability
Too many pressures trying to play me out
Put me positions that's sure to lay me out
No doubt

[Chorus:]
Sacrifice don't give up the fight,
everything will be all right on any given Sunday
Guru: The harder they come the hard, yeah the harder they must fall
Depends on you if you win or lose,
you know you got to pay some dues so that you can live on Monday
Guru: Strive to achieve and die in for what you believe

[Common:]
Playing on a field of hard times
These struggles are like the yardlines that I gain from
Nowhere is where I came from
>From day one
I knew the game and how to play run
But never knew the price of fame would weigh tons
Now I learn from self when pain comes
And walk when they say run
Fame can be as painful as
Death of patron
Young black, gifted
But I'm rapped in myself
Broke many tackles but I'm trapped in myself
See what happens with wealth
At times you can lose yourself
During the sunniest of days many superstars fell
>From Cotton to football fields
You know how they play brothers
As long as we play well they love us
I know that on Any Given Sunday
This can be taken from me
But it all comes down to is money
I know that on Any Given Sunday
This can be taken from me
But it all comes down to is money y'all

[Chorus: (2x)]
Sacrifice don't give up the fight,
everything will be all right on Any Given Sunday
Guru: The harder they come the hard, yeah the harder they must fall
Depends on you if you win or lose,
you got to pay some dues so that you can live on Monday
Guru: Strive to achieve and die for what you believe

[chorus: p.o.d. (repeat 2x)]

whatever it takes - (and) we gots to seperate
whatever it takes - all these true from the fakes
whatever it takes - (and/cause) this is how we show and prove
whatever it takes - cause we ain't got nothin to lose

[p.o.d.]
whatever it takes..
face to face with aggression, de-bolish and molish the opposition
armored to be the stronger and conquer my competition
this ammunition, fills a vision that makes decisions
i told you once before but it's obvious you didn't listen
so listen closely, or next time you wanna quote me
and take my advice, you'd be wise to not approach me
and learn your lesson, hit this class and you're over session
found the test and had no idea with whom you're messin..

[chorus 1/2]

[p.o.d.]
transformin the mindset, but how quickly do those forget
one hundred miles to run and ain't even broken a sweat
until the death, we won't settle for nothin less
no need to creep you knew we was comin but still you slept
but it's time to rise up was just built up from deep inside
actin like you was down now that leads to a collide
best to recognize, starin at me, because you shook
whatever it takes, is what it took..

.. {whatever it takes} .. [modulated 7x]

[p.o.d.]
this is our house..
and this is where we live..
and ain't nobody..
gonna mess with us, in our house..
this is our house..
(this is our house..)

[chorus]

whatever it takes! - [repeat 5x]

[p.o.d.]
whatever it takes.. whatever it takes..
this is our house..
this is our house!
this is our house!
this is our house!
this is our house..
this is our house..
our house..
whatever it takes.. whatever it takes..

[Kid Rock]
I sense danger, I'm a stranger
I'm feelin major torn, cause I wasn't born in a manger
And my anger has no outlet
-- so all day long I smoke that sess
I never rest, never sleep, I'm a freak
Too cheap to talk, and so I scream like "YAHHHHHHHH!!!"
And everything that you stand for hates us
But everything your soul needs it awaits us

Huh..

[Chorus: Kid Rock]

So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't go around her say FUCK THAT!
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't go around him say FUCK THAT!
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't come around here say FUCK THAT!
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't come around me say FUCK THAT!

[Kid Rock]
I sense danger, I'm a stranger
I'm feelin major torn, cause I wasn't born in a manger
I feel funny, and I smell like sex
-- but in my heart I have no regrets
So let's roll, pay your toll, get soul
Let me know, uphold, smoke a bowl like [SNIFFFFFF]
Cause everything that you stand for hates us
But everything your soul needs it awaits us

[Chorus]

[guitar solo]

[Kid Rock]
I see lights in my sights but they look dim
I never backed out or cracked out but I look thin
I wanna fight for the right but I'm wrong
-- say you love me, now I'm gone
I never rest, never sleep, I'm a freak
Too cheap to talk, and so I shut up like [guitar riff]
And everything that you stand for hates us
But everything your soul needs it awaits us

[Chorus]

FUCK THAT!
FUCK THAT!
FUCK THAT!
FUCK THAT!
FUCK THAT!
FUCK THAT!
FUCK THAT!
FUCK THAT!

The only boy I understand
The one ashamed to be a man
Just rape the world
Because you can
That's what it takes
To be a man
Well, knock her up
Just slap her hand
Prove it to me just be a man
I think I can
I think I can
I'm big enough to be a man
Tell you the truth
I'm jealous yeah
Give anything to be a man
Be a man
So impotent
Be a man
Ohh...
Take off your dress
Your master plan
Give anything
Just be a man
Oh cut it off
Of course you can
Got what it takes
To be a man
Oh rape us all
Just 'cause you can
Well give it up
Just be a man
The fucking wars
The carnage yeah
Give anything
To be a man
Cut it off
I know you can
'Cause no one cares if you're a man
Be a man
So impotent
Be a man
Ohhh...
Can't get it up?
I understand
Under the gun to be a man
I think I can
I think I can
I'm big enough to be a man
Oh fuck the world because you can
I'm everything
Oh be a man
Oh fuck the world because you can
Give anything
Be a man
I'm potent yeah
Be a man
I'm potent yeah
Be a man
I'm potent yeah
I'm potent yeah

Just cause I love my niggas, (Ruff Ryders)
I shed blood for my niggas. (Ryde or die)
Let a nigga holla, "Where my niggas?" (Get down or lay down)
All I wanna hear is, "Right here my niggas."
(We here nigga) [echoes]

You won't take this from me baby!
You will not take this from me baby!
Ya know grrrrr

My niggas some niggas that you don't wanna try
My niggas some niggas that's really do or die
My niggas will have you cowards ready to cry
My niggas will fry my niggas will rob
My niggas keep niggas on they fuckin' job
My niggas know what it's like when shit gettin' hard
My niggas stay pullin' you other niggas cards
My niggas It's God my niggas we'll shine
My niggas just knew it was a matter of time
My niggas let me know to keep fuckin' with the rhymes
My niggas ain't no longer livin' with crime
My niggas is fine my niggas is good
My niggas keep you niggas knocking on wood
My niggas know how to take it back to the hood
My niggas will put you down right where you stood
My niggas they could my niggas they will
My niggas take you straight to the back & get ill
My niggas give it straight to the bank when we kill
My niggas put niggas on ice til they chill
My niggas is still my niggas is dogs my niggas [echoes]

[Mystikal's human door opening]
Poof, oh no not you, fuckin right bitch
Uhh, what uhh poof fuck, jump round jump
C'mon jump, jump, jump round, jump jump
I ain't got no more answers left, bitch i rap it all
You just ain't gonna have no more head after I snatch it off
What in the fuck is you thinkin?
You can't do shit if you stankin!!!
Keep on thankin if I say it then it's done
I give a fuck what you bringin
Because my ?? elbows be swingin
You here those fuckin choppers cuttin niggas, run nigga!!!
Hike nigga, hut what
Nigga want some?!
Ain't nothin for ya represent where i come from
Front son, brown blood, I'll lay all of you down son!!!
Recognize a fuckin killa when you be around 'em
Values and ??
Sterroids and alcohol still a fuckin athlete
Cock strong with my jock strap on with the time clock
Bout to run the rock home
Yo ace brew crew and a hole in the clutch and a pocket on the field
And the down gets touhed!!!!

[Chorus 2x:]
Uh oh here I come, here I go,uh oh, jump round jump!!!
Watcha wanna do?!
Watcha gonna do?!
Let me know girl, jump, jump!!!

You can tell by the style of losin
I got all of my adveseries cruisin for a brusin with contusions
Cuts, atserations, broken bones, and open soars
Ripped spleans, sprained ankles, and broken noses
I bust the microphones i flip on!!!
I step on the stage and get my grip on
That's when you get you get the skip on!!
It's on and I'm the shit homes!!!!
I fucked around and lost count of bitches I put the dick on
My ??
And I'm cool when I talk to P
They fuckin call me the home-town hero
Im the center of attention
The topic of the discussion
It's understood they already know with out me sayin nothin
It's been like that since these niggas been down here wearin badges
I'm off the heasy!!!!!
I'm the reason for this pimp rap!!!
So I stumble over myself sometimes like I ain't got no mind
I said fuck it dawg I'm over the crowd like the goal-line!!!!!!!!

[Chorus]

Nigga you just like ten yards
Always the fisrt down
Be the first muthafucka off the bus and the last nigga to clown
Ol' sometime ass nigga ol' fake regular regular everyday common ass
No drama ass nigga
I keep these niggas sippin' on super dick and advil
Punch 'em in their muthafuckin ass and keepin it that real
Ain't nothin you can do to keep a nigga off the score board
It's fourth and four
FUCKIN RIGHT IM GONE!!!!

[Chorus:4x]

Jump, round, jump
Jump, Jump
Jump, round, jump watcha wanna do watcha gonna do
JUMP,JUMP!!!

[Swizz]
Uhh, yeah yeah yeah
Yo yo, come on
Come on Eve, Swizz Beats
Drag-On baby

[chorus Swizz 4x]
We want y'all to move right now

[Drag-On]
Break 'em down
Put 'em up
Shake 'em down
Pat 'em down
Then bat 'em down
Get the gun
Gat 'em down
Get the rope tie 'em up
Strike a match lite 'em up
Then fly 'em up to the spot a pile of dust
Get the chips stack 'em up bag a bitch dig her out
Then kick 'em out let dogs sick 'em out
All I do is tell 'em get the tissue
I only fuck wit chicks that suck nuts out of pickles
You want problems? well I'll solve 'em and make examples
I love bustin out crowds so all people get trampled
Spit crowds wit the 4-5
Like when Moses split the tide
Those that froze chose to die
Stay higher than a hello, how you doin?
Burn the rubber till the tires ruin
Burn a coat of fire human
Cause this Drag
Burnin like the grits on Al Green's back
Causin a switch rock

[chorus 8x]

[Swizz]
Hold on dog
Who want some of this, gun right here
All y'all clown niggas put your hands in the air
Is it you over there? Is it you over there?
Is it you, is it you, is it you right there?
Nigga, this ain't that shit that you used to bounce to
This that thing that you smoke a ounce to
I'm gonna do it, even without you
I pop all them clown niggas around you
This for my playas thats swingin the 4-4
Wildin out, bustin at po-po
Comin over here, you got to go yo
Y'all think y'all got beats it's so so
Swizz fallen off, nigga thats oh no
Y'all remain let the dogs go
Listen y'all I stick in the streets like cleetes
Y'all niggas know Swizz Beats uhh

[chorus 8x]

[Eve]
Yo, yo ,yo
Nigga pack up, watch a pro player get her stack up
Cowards in my way any second then he plaqued up
Dogs all behind me roll out, section racked up
Simple situation blown away cause you backed up
Watch out now know you heard about the Ruff ryde
Deaded at the door watch the floor, who the tough guy?
Brick house run 'em down knwo what we about shut 'em down
Keep these niggas like "Here she comin now"
Yo in public yo I'm evil
Fuck wit only people that I know thats my peoples
The fake shit I see through
Hated just to be you cause faggots is lame
Get fucked say "Gettin fucked" nigga why change?
It's anotha that was sweet takin out
Anotha that I peep fakin out
Tryin to take the easy route
A yo look I hold it down got my back while we ride
It's over for you fake ass bitches come on and hide
Swizz!!

[chorus]

How in the hell can I forgive
You make me suffer
Tryin' to see how far you'll
Push me underground
Oh,back into the rhythm
Fast and trippin' me out
Bad when you're
In my world
Everything you say
I find a way to
Bring you down
Why
Another way for you
To fake your way
Through your life
Remember everything
You do will
Come around
Oh, never am I
Going back
To think that I
Might crack and
You might like it
Will you ever
Fade away, baby why
Don't you just get out of
My life
Why
I think of you sometime
But I'll never believe in you again
Why

Hip Rock!

Heavily metal! Hip rock, incredible!

I'm the ill destuctor, hi-fi combuster
Motorheaded speakerfreak the block-rock doctor

Huhg! No retro rock!

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