No Way in, No Way Out .......... Lady

Devil's Pie .......... D'Angelo

Grand Finale .......... DMX, Method Man, Nas, Ja Rule

Never Dreamed You'd Leave in Summer .......... Jerome

What About .......... Sparkle

Two Sides .......... Hot Totti

Movin' Out .......... Mya f/ Noreaga, Raekwon

Top Shooter .......... DMX, Sean Paul & Mr. Vegas

Story to Tell .......... Ja Rule

Crew Love .......... Jay-Z, Beanie Siegel, Memphis Bleek

Sometimes .......... Noreaga f/ Maze

We All Can Get It On .......... Drag-On

Militia [Remix] .......... GangStarr f/ Rakim, W.C.

Windpipe .......... Wu-Tang Clan f/ Ghostface Killah, RZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard

Pre-Game .......... Sauce Money f/ Jay-Z

Tommy's Theme .......... Made Men f/ The Lox

Some Niggaz .......... Half-A-Mill

I Wanna Live .......... Braveheart f/ Nature

Homies are dying...
Ya know, as i look back over my life
there are so many things
i could have changed, so many things.

Looking back on once a ghetto springs,
and how we used to be so violent free,
pictures painted of a star to be,
and all was lost becuz of jealousy.

Chorus:
9 months she carried to see once was a dream, could of been a king,
No way in, no way out this ghetto
going up but coming down
I tried my best to keep my
feet on solid ground
but there's no way in, no way out.

Corners filled with someone you may know,
gotta get up out this ghetto,
must believe in what the future holds,
than the mystry of poverty,will unfold.
(Chorus)

Can you show me...show me the way out
(repeat)

[Thanks to jaynwhit637@yahoo.com for lyrics]

[CHORUS]
Fuck the slice we want the pie
Why ask why till we fry
Watch us all stand in line
For a slice of the devil's pie
Drugs and thugs womeN wine
Three or four at a time
Watch them stand all in line
For a slice of the devil's pie

Who am I to justify
All the evil in our eye
When I myself feel the high
From all that I despise

Behind the jail or in the grave
I have to lay in this bed I made
If I die before I wake
I Hope the lord dont' hesitate
2 get 2 heaven done been through hell
Tell my peeps all is well
All them fools whose soul's 4 sale
Sitting next to the Jezebel

Demons screaming in my ear
All my anger all my fear
If I holler let them hear
In this spinning sphere

[CHORUS]

Main ingredients 2 this dish
Goes like this
Here's the list
Materialistic, greed and lust, jealousy, envious
Bread and dough, cheddar cheese, flash and stash, cash and cream
Temperatures at a high degree
Wheres niggas come 2 feast
Hell's this all about
Apocalypse ain't no doubt

Everbody's ho'ing out all the loot all the clout
Right or wrong
Do or die
Only the vengeance will pacify
Watch your back
And so will I
In these days and time

[CHORUS]

Aint no justice
It's Just us
Ashes 2 ashes
Dust 2 dust
Time has come for most of us
2 choose in which God we trust
I know I was born 2 die
Searching 2 find
Piece of mind
With eighty five dumb and blind
There can be no compromise

Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash

[DMX - dialogue]
I ain't goin back to jail
Next time, the County or the State see me
it's gonna be in a bag

UHH! This is it baby!
End of the road, ha hah!
When you a dawg, you a dawg for life!
You don't hear me though, you don't hear me though
You don't hear me though, c'mon, c'mon!

[Method Man]
Watch them young guns that take none, nobody safe
from the Friday the 13th, ghetto Jason
Itchy trigger finger achin, snatch yo' ass
out that S-Class for fakin, forty-fo' blast
is a bloodbath, take your first step down a thug path
Ain't no love here, just slugs here
Kids know the half you get plugged here, that's just impossible
for the weak to last now behold the unstoppable
Third eye watchin you, watchin me
Throwin rocks from the penalty box, cop a plea
Young G we was born to die, don't cry for me
Just keep the heat closely and ride for me
Cause we family for better or worse, you and I
from the dirt, you snatch purse, so hard it hurt
to be here, and each year, I'm pourin out more beer
for deceased peers, holdin fort
Police line 'Do Not Cross', they found his corpse
in the loft with the head cut off, and butt naked
Homicide the crime Method, add another
killer verse to the murder record, the Grand Finale

[Lennox speaking - movie dialogue]
Who wan' test me, c'mon!
Me shot pussy-hole fi fun

[Nas Escobar]
Hot corners, cops with warrants, every block is boring
Friday night, getting bent, lick a poem
My dawg, not even home a month yet, and blaze a girl
in the stomach, he robbin niggaz who pumpin
Lil' Blood got popped, by the Group Home cat
Everybody nervous in the hood, pullin they gats
Fiend yellin out, who got those? Go and see
shorty snot-nosed, he don't floss but he got dough
Thug faces, fugitives runnin from court cases
Slugs shootin past for the love of drug paper
Queens cap peelers, soldiers, drug dealers
And God'll throw a beam of lightning down cause he feel us
May the next one, strike me down if I'm not the realest
The Mayor wanna call the SWAT team to come and kill us
but, dawgs are friends, if one see the morgue, one'll live
to get revenge, and we ride to the end
Bravehearts blow the lye with Henn, and still rise
Took alive with live men, my man got three six-to-eighteen's
and only five in, the Belly of the beast
Didn't wanna hear the shit I tried to tell him on the streets
It's irrelevant, the beast love to eat black meat
And got us niggaz from the hood, hangin off his teeth
We slangin to eat, bringin the heat
Bulletholes, razor scars is the pain in the street, huh

Chorus: Ja Rule (repeat 2X)

When you a dawg you a dawg for life (ride or die)
My dawgs feel pain from love (see eye to eye)
Give us one shot at life (let us fly)
Come on niggaz! (we dawgs for life)

[DMX and Lakid {dialogue}]
There's mad money out here dawg
Mad money out here
What you tryin to get it? (Word up)
You gonna bust your gun to get it? (Tsh, whatever yo)
I hear you I hear you

[DMX]
Uhh, I've lost my grip on reality or so it would seem
Pinch myself to wake up, cause I KNOW it's a dream
Niggaz that don't know me see me and think I'ma rob em
Niggaz that know me well see me and think I'ma problem
I'm just a nigga that's misunderstood
But word to God I turn your last name to Underwood
Cause if I see it, I'ma take it and run with it, that's me
What type of bullshit is this nigga on? That's D
The dawg come and getcha outside
The more blood flows, when I plug holes with the snub nosed
Gun blows, bullets whistle, wouldn't miss you
Hit you all up in your mouth like it tried to kiss you
Drama, it's right here, how MUCH YOU NEED?
Beat you down with gat see how MUCH YOU BLEED
How MUCH YOU PLEAD, for your life, you was a killer
And all the bitches comin up out that ass you feelin, gettin realer
Now beg for your life, one more time, one more crime
one more nine, c'mon cry nigga
It's over! This is the shit, that hits hard
You either the last one standing, or the last one to fall

Chorus

Thanks to Julie James for submitting the lyrics

I never dreamed you'd leave in summer
I thought you would call then come back home
I thought the cold would leave by summer
But my quiet nights will be spent alone

You said there would be warm love in springtime
That is when you started to be cold
I never dreamed you leave in summer
But now I find myself all alone

You sad then you'd be the life in autumn
Said you'd be the one to see the way
Mmm Ohhh I never dreamed you'd leave in summer
But now I find my love has gone away
Why didn't you stay

[Intro]
What is gonna happen to us?
Think about the children
And all the things you promised me

You say you wanna leave
Without giving me a reason at all
Boy, I don't understand
What about all these plans we've made
You vowed that you would stay
Do you wanna be a man about it
Can we talk about it
Don't just leave

1 - What about faithful
(What about, what about faithful)
And all those things you promised me
What about the children
(What about, what about the children)
And how in love we used to be

At night I lay awake
Hoping you will take the time to call me
I hardly see your face
We miss you night and day
How could you just turn and walk away
Do you wanna be a man about it
Can we talk about it
Don't just leave

Repeat 1

What about the house, the cars
The papers and the mortgage?
(What about, what about)
And our estate that we both own
How could you dare break up our happy home
(Oh boy, what about my)
What about my life
You made me your wife
What is gonna happen to us?

Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash

Chorus: repeat 2X

I be that chick on the other side, down til I die
When you need me I'll be there boo, I ain't gon' lie
Tell wifey I said hi, lick this, give her a kiss
As I, sit back and laugh about the ep she just missed

Verse One:

The chosen one, young lady never shady
Can't fade me, I'm gettin money
No dummy I'm actin funny, only true
thug niggaz with figures, six oh-oh's, I love them oh's
Peep' opposed, so I gotta get mine
The boy is mine, laid up in the whip
Gettin hit, that's the shit
Leanin to the back, gettin freaky like that
Who's fuckin with that, a 600 to a Hatch
Catch my flows, hittin you with low blows
Real chick on the side, take em for a long ride
Watchin my flicks, talkin slick
Kickin in doors, with the four-four
Smash you tricks, not your average chick
I cop guns and whips for you whores, mashin
It's all thugged out, your wife lose your her life

Chorus

Verse Two:

Girl I can't stand when he ain't around
He makes me nervous, takin trips out of town
to knock off this weight, but I truly understand
Money's sweet in Albany he gettin two hundred a gram
God forbid he get locked, or even worse bodied
What the fuck I'ma do, besides him I got nobody
Do he cheat? Probably, so what? I plays the mistress
in a see-through dress, then guess, what's in the chest
Nothin but gold and diamonds
Young thing, hard to find one
Bobby Brown on the lips, petiteness
Hotness, whoo, I'm talkin slick

Chorus

Verse Three:

Start a new beginnin never endin now I'm spendin
If enemy do', I got to let you know
I like the taste of moolah, do I have to school y'all?
His and hers mountain bikes, always livin right
My man keeps me tight, dressed in the best
Nothin more nothin less, caressin, blessin never stressin
Laid back fessin, it's early mornin, break of dawn and
now I'm yawnin, I take a sneak peek
Still how sweet my man creeps in stash box I hear a knock
Who is it? He said Feds, I'm here to visit
I opened the door, he pushed me on the floor
Searchin my house, why them tricks had to run they mouth?
Thangs ain't like it used to be can't you see
Bitch ass wannabes wannabe me
To-tti, whatchu gonna do when I come for you?
The same thing you been doin

Chorus

Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash

[Mya]
Remix
Uh uh, uh uh
At the University, uh
Raekwon, Noreaga, no-body
Movin' on

[R] Yeah
[M] Who da hell is Sabrina?
[R] I don't know what you talkin bout
[M] Yeah whatever
[R] Go head man I don't even wanna hear that right now
[M] Well whose drawers are these?
[R] Why you goin through my pockets anyway?
Why you dissin me man?
[M] I'm movin' on
[R] Psst, yeah?
[M] Yeah!
[R] Shit get real in here
Shit get real in here
Shit get real in here
Mya get real again
Shit get real in here
I'm never gonna feel her again

[Raekwon]
Yo, aiyyo
Yo select meat, Gucci sneaker recipe light up the Nestle
Bless me es-pecially, play where Vettes be seen a
green Beemer, lightin cheeba
Side swipe Adina dressed like a liter style off the meter
Play towards regulate laws with heavyweight broads
Don't jock niggaz who floss, money ain't yours
Jealous of yourself, watermelon tellin herself
Rather fuck around with a felon, more love smellin
Fendi bag high-Willie in Jag, gorilla Mag
blow you out the back, throw your broke ass in the gap
Analyze see it like that, felt you love be it like that
Still, I'm realer than the illest on wax
Rockin brims that hang low, frames sweeter than a mango
Flame actin like a lame though, how your game go
fine, exercise mind play the train yo
Aiyyo you dead on the chain, now watch my name blow

[Mya]
I'll be movin' on
So far from where you are
Should I let you know the code
Cause you wasn't what you seemed
And now I'm wishin on all the rainbows
that I see
That someday you'll regret what you
done to me
And I never thought you would hurt me boy
but now I know
That's why you're gonna see me walk so fast
through the door, uh-huh

I think it's time for us to break up, ba-by
We should of never ever been together
You tried to play me but baby I had enough
So I'll be, movin' up

[Noreaga]
You are leaving, on the next plain
and movin' on cause things ain't just the same
How could you do that, when Nore lace the smooth track
And I'm the one that gave Stella Her Groove Back
The two mack, you see my peoples playin the cut
We thugged out, you know the ones that, say What What
So don't you, need a thug girl, get with a thug pearl
Shorty say I keep em wet like Waterworld
I'm kind of busy doin MTV
So call me later y'all I think I'm the C-P-T, or
polly with Mya, in D.C.
Doin Calypso, It's All About Me, so ask Sisqo
And "Don't Let It Go To Your Head," now
N.O.R.E., I'm still good in the bed now
And we can break up, move on and don't make up
The last kiss or none of that, like a running back
Got a little cheeba so what? I got tons of that
Noreaga, you know the underground ThunderCat

[Mya]
Shit be real in here, shit be real in here
Uh-uh, shit be real in here, shit be real in here

Boy I'm movin' on
So far from where you are
Should I let you know the code
Cause you wasn't what you seemed
And now I'm wishin on all the rainbows
that I see
That someday you'll regret what you
done to me
And I never thought you would hurt me boy
but now I know
That's why you're gonna see me walk so fast
through the door, uh-huh

[Noreaga]
I keep it live like a grid wire, you know I ain't a liar
N.O.R.E., Raekwon and Lady Mya
Star collab' it, the wire just grab it
And if you see me with shorty, yo I'm stabbin it

[Raekwon]
Yo Nor' we used to bump like fly newlyweds, get drunk
Fuck and bump beds, rock dumps together, ice on her hand
Broadway Junction the function, Union Square there
You follow me, for a year before you had hair
Actin like you got me on mack, you wack
I shoulda blowed it off, kept that ass flat
Mya blow the track

[Mya]
I'll be movin' on
So far from where you are
Should I let you know the code
Cause you wasn't what you seemed

Boy I'm movin' on
So far from where you are

Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash, Wvarner@worldbank.org (via dancehallreggae.com)

[DMX]
Rrrrrgh, uh, uh-huh
Uh.. uhh uhh, uh-huh
Here comes the boom (8X)

Here comes the boom! Boomin, bouncin
Stalkin, must walk in, hawk get to pouncin
Get em where it counts and, hit em like a mountain
Spit em have em spittin out, blood like a fountain
Don't look at me like that, we just might fight black
And that fight, might end up in me takin your life back
I don't, go for the bullshit, cause I've been down
and time is, just too important to be fuckin around
Talk nigga, I stomp a mudhole in your face
Motherfucker, rip your butthole out of place
Cock the glock to your head, let off about two in it
Yeah it's a dirty job, but I just love doin in

Here comes the boom (8X)

[Mr. Vegas]
All gangsta yout' me waan fi see yuh guns high
Nuh see yatta? fi nuh fassy
Cause a fassy nah try
Make dem skins cry
Marrow affi fly
Splash it out inna di sky
All gangsta yout' me waan fi see yuh guns high
Nuh see yatta? fi nuh fassy
Cause a fassy nah try
Make dem skins cry
Marrow affi fly
Splash it out inna di sky

[Sean Paul]
From di dutty know dem, dem a totta
Man a shotta
Anna got a lot a power well
Jus' tell me fi gwaan
Marrow fly like storm
Make dem affi get flatta

[Mr. Vegas]
Seh dese are di sweetest times
[Sean Paul]
Nuff punk a get murda,
A only dutty cup di DMX an die do
[Mr. Vegas]
Enjoy the killing times
[Sean Paul]
Shot hotta dan peppa
Mr. Cleva an mi glock it a guh talk fi mi crew

[Mr. Vegas]
All gangsta yout' me waan fi see yuh guns high
Nuh see yatta? fi nuh fassy
Cause a fassy nah try
Make dem skins cry
Marrow affi fly
Splash it out inna di sky
All gangsta yout' me waan fi see yuh guns high
Nuh see yatta? fi nuh fassy
Cause a fassy nah try
Make dem skins cry
Marrow affi fly
Splash it out inna di sky

[DMX]
Here comes the boom (8X)

[Mr. Vegas]
Wha do da claffi dey
And da bait ya
Like a scared wretch wi leff dem fi later
Wi keep goin on an on an on fill di body a ole juss like straina

[Sean Paul]
Suh make dem know wi have a shootin gallery
Killin is fun an wi nuh need not a salary
Full up a di hamma suh nuhbody cyaan falla we
An wi nuh owe nuh apology, yo, well

[DMX]
I did more kinds of war crimes more times
than in war times, went way before times
You know what's sad man, that I'm such a mad man
bad man, with that BOOM you never had man

Here comes the boom (8X)

[Mr Vegas]
All gangsta yout' me waan fi see yuh guns high
Nuh see yatta? fi nuh fassy
Cause a fassy nah try
Make dem skins cry
Marrow affi fly
Splash it out inna di sky

[DMX]
Here comes the boom (repeat to fade)

Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash

Aiyyo yo yo yo
All y'all niggaz
C'mon! Yo gather round
Lay it up I got a story to tell
All y'all niggaz gather round
Hear this, hear this
Listen up I got a story to tell
Huh, listen up I got a story to tell
Yeah, yeah, all y'all niggaz
Listen up I got a story to tell
C'mere, c'mere hear this, hear this
Listen up I got a story to tell

Yo, it's widespread
Thoroughbred, shockingly took two to the head
Knowledge me God, the shit I'm bout to holler is hard
From start, this little nigga had a hell of a heart
His pops, bangin that shit in his arms, broken
A young mind distorted emotions, is there an upside?
His brother got murdered up North by nietas
My ma, battlin, cancer, of the colon
At the tender age of thirteen, watchin his world close in
Blood damn near frozen, from a heart so cold
It ain't pumpin out the love no mo', and I feel that
Cause God, when you really need it, where the love at?
That's why a lot of niggaz got more faith in they gat
Freeze that like a photo, take it with you and know
This lil' nigga bout to kill all comers for cash flow
His role model, the heat, cause it runs streets
His motto: 'Nobody eats but me!'
Finally this young thug turned pro
Used to show love now he got nuttin but hatred and foes
Five-double-oh's, hoes so deep
He the type of nigga that got it and break down a key
Remember me? J to the A, R-U-L, E baby
Smell the beef, and continue to uhh, give 'em hell
Fill they bodies with shells and leave niggaz
with a story to tell, uh-huh

Listen up I got a story to tell
On the streets we got guns and drugs for sale
Cause you hoes know the game that we play is real
Keep your mind on the money and your weapons concealed

Listen up I got a story to tell
I'm prayin to God, know I'm goin to hell
If it's out of my hands, I'll let time prevail, huh
Listen up I got a story to tell

Listen up I got a story to tell
Yeah, uhh, yeah
Let me holla at y'all

Son in B'More, we scored more, than ever before
Copped the two door, six-double-oh off a roll
Show no love for loss since big eight be that lucky
number, we slammed eight of those in Kentucky
Kept the currency comin, mo', diamonds
New clothes L.A. hoes that'll ride us pronto
Once you, lived in luxury, you can't leave it
Find yourself, turnin broke bitches into divas
Can you believe this? In Cleveland we cuttin these niggaz Creepin
Tie em on every block, til we shut down shop
So keep your glock cocked, one in the head
Push the five series drop just in case we gotta spit and spread
The alibi be simply, we was in the Carribean
with two of our women friends sippin Remi and Henny
From there we'll flow, to the Florida Keys and blow trees
Fuck a couple of hoes and spend some cheese
That's how a boy's life is supposed to be
Make our way to N.O. cause we, Bout It Bout It
Then down to D.C. where they, cock it pop it
Listen up life is nuttin but the hot shit, from here to Wisconsin
Y'all niggaz can get it constant
It ain't hard that's like pushin dope in the 5th Ward
And just to get to God, I'll go through hell
and leave the world, a story to tell, heh

Listen up I got a story to tell
On the streets we got guns and drugs for sale
And you hoes know the game that we play is real
Keep your mind on the money and your weapons concealed, huh

Listen up I got a story to tell
I'm prayin to God, know I'm goin to hell
If it's out of my hands, I'll let time prevail
Listen up I got a story to tell

Listen up I got a story to tell

Listen up I got a story to tell

Typed by: Osirus260@aol.com

* the version on Belly has an extra verse

[Memphis]
Yeah, check it
Yo yeah I smoke weed now I don't give a fuck
And I also tote guns in case my dram pop up
It's crew love I spit two at every few thugs
Fo doves blow dubs holdin eight snub
I hold it down my strip, goin nowhere
Flip two eightballs trick the dough on low gear
The next week two O's gone
Nigga don't prolong
Play the studio and get my flow on
And sell weight on a later base
My older brother kept guns on his waist in case he air the place
And walk straight up on you fuckin crooked niggaz
Comin out ya mouth sideways like some rookie niggaz
I drink Henny mixed wit nothing
My weed and the dutch is somethin
What you niggaz sayin nuttin
It's Bleek, controllin these streets holdin the heat
Reportin for my live niggaz just like me WHAT

[Jay-Z]
Haha this is Roc-A-Fella for life
This is Roc-A-Fella for life

[Chorus]
You know it's crew love, Roc-A-Fella till we die
As long as you and I keep it movin like a drive-by
We could stack dough sky-high
Niggaz can't touch what they can't feel real recognize real
Crew love, Roc-A-Fella till we die
As long as you and I keep it movin like a drive-by
We could stack dough sky-high
Niggaz can't touch what they can't feel real recognize real

[Beanie Siegel]
Yo, I set up shop wit nick rocks that'll upset rookies
Make 'em slide like li'l dicks in wet pussy
Open up the whole strip, like Monopoly
Dare one of ya'll to land on my property
Think you get some dough for my community chest?
Blaow blaow two to yo chest
Ya'll niggaz can't pass go cuz it cost to pass
Ya'll niggaz cheap like Baltic Ave.
Type ta land on jail can't pay your bail
Wanna borrow from the bank, nigga what you think
I'm the wrong one to lie to
Shit I'm the man who supply who supply who supply YOU
And ya'll a bunch talk money
I'm tryin to get it down for that motherfuckin boardwalk money
Two-brick money new blue six money
Paroo trip money flew in six money
Taj Mahal trips orange chips money
Long dick money all in yo bitch money
Flow like the flu and spit sick money
Peep hotty's Roc-A-Fella wools route
All black mask down wit they tools out
Beanie mack I'll move out
I had niggaz runnin from school pickin new routes
Then I'll run and lick a shot make 'em move south
Switch up they last name get a new spouse
Scrambled up some down-payment for a new house
No matter where you go Mack gone find ya
I'm like a shadow nigga I'm right behind ya
I'll blow out ya brains and won't give ya no reminder

[Chorus]

[Memphis]
Me and my road dog
Been OG's for so long
Spit raw rolled up niggaz can smoke on
Shit I let 'em have it you faggots ain't know my status
Fuckin with my mathematics you make us savage
Five nine one six O, light brown
M-E-M-P-H-I-S Bleek put it down

[Jay-Z]
Its crew love, Roc-A-Fella till we die
As long as you and I keep it movin, nigga

[Beanie]
Aiyyo I pray to the God MC to bless me
Wit a ill ass flow and sick ass dough
Where it don't make no sense that hundreds and cents and
Thousands of dollars ice freezes my collar
Where I need a turtle-neck to rock my check
And a pair of isotoners to rock my rings
Get the signin bonus know mack toppin them thangs
Flip twice rip that crew then I'm droppin my thang

[Jay-Z]
Nigga it's crew love

Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash

[Noreaga and Maze]
Yeah, break half the Dutch off
Yeah this for them niggaz, can't be here
Pour out half of that shit
Pour out half of that shit, 'fore you pass it to me nigga!
Just missin them summer jams
Summer jams at the Apollo, the Greek Fest-es
Brooklyn Queens things and shit
You know Harlem Weeks and shit like that
Niggaz I miss that can't be here with us thuggin it out
Thinkin about them good ol days and times
Word up, this is for them, spit that shit

[Noreaga]
Aiyyo I grew up like the regular thugs, I think I told you that
My only means of gettin money was just sellin crack
Outside a nigga did a bid, nigga all of that
So now I kick back, and get paid for raw rap
My nigga 'Pone ain't home, not yet
Yo it really don't matter just be zoned on the same set
Me and Traz kick it, on the here and there
Don't really hang too tough, but the love is there
My pops died on July 3rd
Ninety-Eight so now a nigga need mad herb
Cause my, pops is here aiyyo he loved his son
Matter of fact my pops was the one to show me a gun
and said, "Papi, you gotta protect your moms
Even if that means that you gotta strap up arms"
He used to make me hit the punching bag, my dad
He was a boxin God, and he was real he was glad
Yo the boxin the Golden Glove, he just a thug
and I love him yo, so I'ma spread that love

Chorus: Noreaga (repeat 2X)

Sometimes I wanna cry and pray, sometimes
Sometimes I wanna chill and lay, sometimes
Sometimes I get drunk, all god damn day
Sometimes I wanna go, back around the way
Sometimes I wanna ride to smoke, sometimes
Sometimes I got money and I still feel broke

[Maze]
I cock and pop three in the air for my niggaz not here
Locked in with me, your legacy lives on with me continously
Tremendously I blow weed deep in my memory
You still breathe, your face show through your seeds
And who would know one day you'd go so quick, we all felt hopeless
Through blunt smoke my pen spittin and I show this
A sworn oath you would know this, I go the lengths
with my rap strengths, when I think about my past friends
K-Rock and Diesel, Primo from the same block as me
since we was shorties, they're paintin project glory
I get touched, it all absorb me like a weed head rush
Keepin it thorough for my past heroes
I must for my people, street and physical, I still see you
Featured in my heart, sometimes it might wrinkle
Much drinkin when I'm thinkin, it's like I feel a hush
over the skies touched by dead guys speakin

Chorus

[Noreaga]
Yo from Biggie Smalls to kill a beat to, Bob Marley
and, Tupac, yo twin in my Pacs
They hard 'tard and smiley, T-Bone too, yo plus
my nigga Rahiem, from God Crew
You know I pour out beer for Fernando too
And I still smoke my boogies in the rest of the crew
Yo ain't nothin changed still play ball the same
I used to cheat a little bit, just to win at my game
But y'all niggaz ain't here, can't believe this shit
Thought you'd always be here, thought we'd always be click
But y'all niggaz not here no more, it ain't fair no more
Sometimes I get stressed and kick the door
But I maintain still holdin in the pain
Why my pops had to go, why he couldn't sustain?
Motherfuckin Mambo, yo I loved my dad
I know he probably didn't realize, what he had

Chorus 2X

Sometimes nigga, sometimes
Feelin broke
Got a little cream
You know I ain't gonna front
My niggaz gettin glossy eyed in the studio and shit
Word, about the people we talkin about
Hittin each other in the heart
That's how we do it, for all those who ain't here
You know we still pour beer
And it's all dedicated for y'all
The shit is all dedicated for y'all

Typed by: Exxqulood@yahoo.com

(*whispered*) Strike the match
Flame-on motherfuckers

My gun, I aim lower
My words is a flame thrower
Watch me end yall with somthing,
that'll make your skin crawl
Im only yae' tall, kay y'all? But I lay down law
And I lay down y'all, so y'all better praise(a) the lord
No room to breath. Knowin shh
And the shit I spit be red and orange
And yall going to have to call it in like bomb threats
Cuz I'm fire but, when I wet yall your gonna be drenched
Laid up with ten, cause when I pull it out
I pull in shouts like BLOW!
Damn that shit was loud! See the crowd?
They all seek cover when they see that black rubber
Because this cat here, got no sisters or no brothers
It was one alone
Covered with shellack ready to die black
Lets talk about guns, and how y'all don't bust none
Thease niggas here, y'all doing lest busting lot of ducking
Maybe a lot of fucking, cause all y'all bust is nuts
Just give me room, nobody move, or yall gonna hear the boom

If yall can get it on, then we can get it on
We all can get it on... (x3)
FLAME-ON MUTHERFUCKERS(x2)

Ya niggaz packin gats and stones, frontin on your man's phone
Ya niggaz missed the ride, cause this nigga make ya moan
Cause when I pull out its like AIDS, I make sure its full blown
And before the grief (kiss kiss), kiss him on both cheeks
Let him think theres peace
And give him somthing to remember
Corpse stiff, hands cold, and body temperature December
Sneakers off, closed casket, blew his cheek off
By the way be careful who you speak of
Cuz I by the wall in the back, guaranteed and all that
While y'all in all black
When I leave the place, drop the reef, in his moms lap
Motherfuckers... soon as y'all think your beef is sweet
I'm gonna lay in the streets
and let y'all niggaz throw quarters on me
Can you spare change for your life?
Change for what? Thats when I pop up
With somthing long, and put somthing in his ass like a thong
I dont know what you thought
I'm gonna do you like I do a Newport
In sec-onds kid, smoke it to Brownsville and step on it

Hook

I'm straigh housing shit
Yeah, ya niggas is ballers
But I'm the nigga bouncin' it
if Ruff Ryders is announcing it
Ya know we get down for it, want every ounce of it
I don't care if it's counterfeit, since this is music
how we sound with it?
Dont forget, we bust rhymes for it
skip town for it, get under the ground for it
So nigga, dont ignore it
Unless your ass is deaf
this is gonna be your last breath
Your last S. and S. check
with your hands crossed over your chest
I dont give a fuck
what ever I gotta take care, I get it done
If its money, I owe nobody
Except a few hot ones
And if your 18 and under, this here's your last test
And I'm gonna teach you in the class
with the past tense, lil bastards
C is for class or for casket. So get your books up
And if your doe is low, that C better mean for Cook Up
Dont tell me that you shook up
You know I keep my stacks tall
So that you gotta look up, and maybe we can hook up
But you know what? Then you woke up
Some body smoked you smoke up
You know what that mean
You broke, and you 'bout to get broke up

Hook (out)

Typed by: IcedDown1@aol.com, miaa@post2.tele.dk

[Guru]
This is a conquest, so I suggest you take a rest
Or keep a breath, but definitely keep a vest on that chest
Rymes I'm packin, just like a thug at a car-jackin'
Shoot off your hat when I start cappin, this is no actin
G-A-N-G, S-T-A double R
And you don't want no trouble up in here, baby pa
From the late-night drama, of the New York streets
To the hoods of LA, real niggas likin Primo's beats
Put suckers on glass, send em, back to class
And kick hot shit, so we can stack the Johnny Cash
I brought the God, Rakim, lyrically gunning you wanna dash?
I got Dub C, from South C, what you doubt me?
Travellin through warzones with my infrared microphone
In the year One Mill, destroying, enemies chromozones
Words burn through flesh, leavin nothing but skeletal
You best pay resepect to the legends, boy I'm tellin you, Militia

Chorus:

--The illest-- --Realest-- --Representin--
--Bringin the rukkus-- --Let it be known--
--The illest-- --Realest-- --Word up--
It's The Militia --> Freddie Foxxx *repeat*

[WC]
Makin a move, makin a move, who's that nigga thats makin a move?
It's the Shadiest rhymin'-back, actin' a motherfucking fool
Four-four packers, my jackets ?hittin the tag? saggin, baggin
Foot on my rag, mess up a bag, leavin my enemies in bodybags
You niggas was crackin, what y'all thought it wasn't gon' happen?
Dub C and my East Coast sisters gettin together rappin
Gun-clappin, chump smackin, kiss the ring of your highness
Look while I'm in New York City,
walkin with two of the Brooklyn's finest
My two affiliates from the East we all bang
But if y'all don't mind, this is still Westside Connec' Gang
Dress-code the same, just new pieces on my neck
East Coast brownies, house shoes, and hair nets
Y'all can't see this, so peep the sister G is pushin a Six
As I freak this, caviar GangStarr Militia remix
It's Dub C the jankiest loc', I'm runnin this here
With the Guru and New York's hardest, DJ Premier, Militia

Chorus

[Rakim]
Yo, it's The Master, mister, Musical Massacre
Passion for disaster, paragraph ambassador
R get the red carpet, just call me on
Corner the market like the mic's last name was Corleone
The facade killer, come through your city like Godzilla
Think of the sickest thing you ever seen, Ra's iller
My vision's vicious, suspect suspicious
Plans is ambitious, my motive's malicious
No interferin, if you ain't down, you got to swearin
And these cats they ain't carin, habitat awarin
Crack appearin, from out the track that I'm hearin
It's either that, or I'm going back to racketeering
Yo, you should see me, I got a crew like Mussolini
But Kool as Moe Dee, my flow be, smooth and easy
For turnin ?area centers? to wilers, you get the picture?
Rakim is, the minist', with malice, Militia

GangStarr, The R, Dub C, baby pa. Straight up, check it out

Typed by: Osirus260@aol.com, thamasta@home.com *

* send corrections to this typist

[RZA]
Yo Yo Yo doodododododo Yo pssh yo
Yo park the Jeep on the street of the Sunset Marquis
Autograph sign and pass wit a gold tip sharpee
Permanent ink blots, I'm drunk on Red Label scotch
All you faggots try to judge my shit like Ed Koch
Underground left and right pair surround sound can't be scared
Plea the amps, video tape, steady cam
Golden chrome, desert eagle never left at home
Flip the track of the beat, watch Bobby flip the metronome
High voltage, keep my seed and wiz well-cultured
Peal enemies, my melon dim, the poison blue postage
I open and fold ya, Dirty fucked the ogre
I leave the cats the book of food stamps and that poga
The box of evil, a fifty sack of that lethal
Adjust these boots and bloody cube steaks from keebu

[Chorus 4X: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
What party can you go to
And I ain't there you bitches actin like you don't care

[RZA]
You bitches actin like you dont care
You bitches actin like you YO
Razor blade toenails cut holes inside tube socks
Golden platinum things unstainable, I chew rocks
Cybertech digital suit deflect bullets
Black hooded surrounded by forty acres of wooded
Land, like my cousin dusty dirty ass Dan
Fucked the daughter of the leader of the Ku Klux Klan
Tapes we dub, pound you wit the ace of club
Poppin your tree to a shrub
Tongue kiss a lion and kidnap her cub
Passionate portrait, my biz spread eagle, wild orchid
Pussy so wet you could fuck it wit a soft tipped dick
Tickle the tonsil you could hear her coughin
I don't know if Dirt fucked Mariah, but I'm out to fuck Tyra
Starks might fuck Mya

[Break: Ol' Dirty Bastard over RZA "doodododododo"ing]
I'm the pussy vampire
I don't wanna work no more
I want my own alibi

Chorus

[Ghostface Killah]
Yo I'm bent out three days two nights yo I'm spent out
One hell of a cruise New York got they hand out
Like I owe somethin, check they stance they frontin
I'm two seconds from twistin y'all shit over nuttin
All a sudden ice grills kid you did a baby bid
In the mix, almost hung yourself, slit ya wrists
To the maximum, hand me the forty I'll thrash 'em
Split out, guess who gassed 'em, made Ghost throw his mask on
Trauma the block pro, bar sledge slang ho
Runnin from two-inch soles, some rap and I might blow
World Cup, some been blessed wit the Stanley
Yvonne lend you autographed racket wit the hankey
Sideline manuever, polished wack MC remover
Niggaz wit long nails cuttin me, leavin bruises
Cantelopes, tied a thousand on y'all folks
Came home, this dusthead dude tryin to play me close
Sweepin, peep fears, Liz wants to chop in this kid
I might do magic make him disappear
Rear-rose that nigga, Isotola Coca-Cola holder
Snap the granola, sprinkle ginko bola
Venom from a cobra, laced in the cummy ball odor
Soaked through a strainer, here's a dose of
the King James version, displayed just like Samsung
Wit effects that'll kill Rogers 007
Hanna Barbera, Park's the opposite of Bambi the deer
Fuck wit mics like Sonny and Cher
Or maybe the captain internet, immaculate golden seal
Nice like Mr. Whittendale your girl Chippendale
Shallah Price all up in ya dogged-out trench
When I snatched that, shit was broke shoulda sent ya ass back
And where's the key to the hatchback, pop that
Get in throw a bag full of mic's in there, respect that

[Girl - repeat 2X]
What party can you go to, and Wu ain't there
These niggaz actin like they don't care
What party can you go to, and Wu ain't there
These hoes actin like they don't care

Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash

[Sauce Money]
I lay my gun fine, ideas be as bright as the sunshine
Shook the rap game with just one line
When me and my niggaz combine, all day, you know what?
Sometimes, I run with mad niggaz who done time
Hit you with eight, from one nine, now you showin the vein
My shells is like information, go in your brain
Holdin my slug, before you squeeze em show em the love
Burn your fingertips so throw em a glove, understand me
Before my album drop, cop the Grammy, uncanny
Bought my first Role' from Manny
Dirty burners my crew never hand me, nigga we family
You not, get shot, get caught slippin like Dexter Manley
with at least ten lead, spray right, paint your skin red
Damn we, all the shit you can't be
We big time, you small time, real small like how an ant be
Marcy, bust a shot for Metcalf, Tilo and Danny
Peace to the Bureils, Cut Wop and Stanley
Boom Moet and bow, my whole set is wild
Past threats, frontin flash singles and that's bent
Fuck a bitch, you know the drill
Cut a chick or a suck a dick

[Jay-Z]
Jigga, what the fuck?
As a youth explosively, clappin off the roof
Shootin guard like Kobe, raised up slay smears and bo'e
Back then, Gil was my codiene, Spanish Jose
showed me how to get the money niggaz owed me
Fast forward, no kids, six cars and three Role's
Two cribs, trips to Cuba, sippin on Uba
Got rap in a stupor, first to clap your group up
from the Range with the ski rack, or six with the Ruger
Shit, I light the motherfuckin soundproof booth up
New shit, y'all say the same shit like you're looped up
Your rap's all lazy, Jigga the Black Scorcese
What your album lack is more Jay-Z
Code name: Jay-hovah, all praise me
Y'all don't paint pictures, y'all all trace me
You've yet to see the day when my squad be done
I represent that shit nigga, Marcy son, what?

Typed by: d_dawg123@hotmail.com

Made Men, motherfuckers (motherfuckers)
L-O-X, motherfuckers (motherfuckers)
Made Men, motherfuckers (motherfuckers)
L-O-X, motherfuckers (motherfuckers)
Made Men, motherfuckers (motherfuckers)

Yeah, yeah, yo, yo

[Jadakiss & Styles]
Runnin' your mouth, I'd have you with a gun in your mouth
Two in your throat, look now, your son is in doubt
Whether or not he should think of pulling his glock
Matter of fact, my nigga got a gun to his back
Squeeze three, turn him around, and he gave him a smack
Take the joint off his waist and hit him with that
Shit is for real, so niggas better get in and chill
It ain't the bullets that'll kill, it's a nigga wit' will
Just give me the word, all my niggas get it with birds
I'm from the 'hood, so I stood on the curb, nigga, ya heard?
Die in the war, I'd probably resurrect on the floor
Then get up, yellin' for more, bangin' the four
Nigga, we made, touch more niggas than AIDS
Bust my gun at the sun just to sit in the shade
We livin' it up, got big niggas shrivelin' up
Sick in they house, dyin' with they dick in they mouth
Pitch and I swing, you oughta be kissin my ring
I'm doing my thing, lawyer money, outta the bing
You gonna either be a coward or king, cream of the crop
One phone call and the Neena's a pop
Lovin' the wealth, fuck it- I'ma do it myself
For my juvenile niggas (what)
State Penn niggas (what)
LOX niggas (what)
And Made Men niggas (what)

[Sheek]
Run in the truck, hit the dashboard, turn on the lights (uh huh)
I hit the switch twice, some shit come out (what, what)
Descendin' your life, we use revolvers, no shells
Who the fuck gon' tell?
If for the big crews, I let my shit go
Parat-a-tat-atat at y'all fairies
Watch, I make a POW like the World Series is won
I told y'all about fucking with son
Steady my guns, from the biggest to the littlest ones
.22 behind the ear and the big shit that we kill deers with
Be on the roof, on some Dead President shit
Long scope, barrel open to the public, I love it
Fuck it!
I hafta take a rifle home and hug it
Whatcha know about that, love? Black gloves
No back up, only this vest
Only these teffs, only these lefts
Fishermen knives that cut in your chest
If I get jerked, it's like on nigga in the Army fuck up
The whole squad gon' do pushups til somebody page me
But instead of calesthetics, y'all gon' push up daisies
You crazy?
Now, what the fuck was y'all thinkin?
I leave your body where your boys be at for a weekend
Niggas comin outta the store like what the fuck is that stink, bitch?

[Made Men]
Word, I stay strapped with the Platinum gat
I stay raps over hangman tracks
And make hot wax, nigga, with the Lox cats
Bad Boys and Made Men matinee mayhem
We'll leave you all tied and shot up at the Days Inn
Sprayin' rounds in you from heavy level caliber
My calicos, automatically mechanical
Botanical Garden, douja, fuck a sergeant with my folder
Roll like Red October over Small Soldier
You're flack-jacking, won't react when I splat shit
Your domes gon' patch it off my laser beam gadget
Steal your bitch like a base in a game of baseball
And don't sweat, lookin' for heat, I can't wait to face y'all
If my names carved out, y'all niggas gon' fall outta position
Cuz punk MC in this light snitchin'
Get hung from third tier, in your underwear
Pour lighter fluid in your hair, spart it up for the New Year

With eight pounds of Heavy Metal like a rock star
Twin Barettas, I owe vendettas, postions locked down
I'm with the Lox now, you better play your block now
My gat, in average, slay a thousand, a major league
I make ya bleed, my aim's bueno, we play no
Gamed with you niggas cuz you small pressed (small pressed)
I clap you in your hallway, run you for all your riches
While bums fucking all your bitches
I played it back, press playback, you know that
My team wanna hear that
They blood thirsty, certainly kill those who hunt me
My Made Men worthy, putting slugs through your derby (yeah)
Benzito make you fanito (what)
You're all done (what)
Don't trust a nigga in the back while you ridin' shotgun

I get you wild criminal, skill to kill when the beat spill
Spark into a windmill, cold hearted- feel the chill
In a nationally known, nationally recognized
Locally accepted from my peeps on the streets
Cuz they know I rap it
Don't get caught in the path of something that is Man Made
Something Hell raised, breed, twisted niggas sideways
It's wild all over, they startin' out young
The shells come and Hell come, they kickin' dust from (dust from)
The South's dirty dirty, up North is filthy
The East is a jungle, the West is wild
Feel me?
So, I spit the hot shit like glock clips symphian
You feelin' and receivin' what the expression of other in
Jesus got the strength of 20 men high off the Henn
Got no other way to live my life but to live it in sin (in sin)
Cuz Rosemary's baby got the Devil within (got the Devil)
I make it hot when you wanna blow the spot
Say when, or say Lox and Made Men, nigga

Typed by: GunClappa5@Aol.com

Chorus: x2
Some niggas Blood and some niggas Crip(uh huh)
Some niggas thugs and some niggas is bitch(what?)
Some niggas aint got nothing some niggas rich(you heard?)
Some niggas die frontin' and some livin' this shit(4 real)

Verse 1:
Ayo we play for keeps, start from day one
Hot we blaze the heat, 360 ways to eat, razorblades you need
I'm gettin something, if not then im hittin' something
Definately, especially if my rims is touchin'
Out for mine, for your shines I blow you out your mind
You can throw 1000 signs, im only concerned about the dollar signs
Stackin' my cheese, stashin my crack in back of my feet
State to state, nationally, actually, factually
I fracture every member of your faculty, send your cavalry
I got And 1's that match with me
City capture me, I have them niggas scared to act with me
Throw your man off the Tapp-an-zee
Other members of your clan runnin' where the traffic be
Hollerin' and he bustin' big guns and coming after me
I'm willin', real live shit, aint no acting B
It's not a game, WE AINT PLAYIN
Dunn we praying
Wont stop till everyone laying, on the pavement
Every nigga you came with, is gettin painted
We specialize in wet-in guys, technical lies, Smith-n-Wessunalise
I seen the best of them die
Especially Test and I, put the tek to ya eye
So you can see death, take a deep breath and say goodbye
Why?

Chorus:(x2)
Some niggas Blood and some niggas Crip(uh huh)
Some niggas thugs and some niggas is bitch(what?)
Some niggas aint got nothing some niggas rich(you heard?)
Some niggas die frontin' and some livin' this shit(4 real)

Verse 2:
Streets is too real, thugs nowadays is too ill
Fuck a hundred thou i need a few mil
Even if it means you kill
You resting in peace i rest in blue steel
Im even wet-in police and navy-blue seals
How crazy you feel?
Militant Click, ten in the whip
I know bohemians wit plenty of chips
Pull this off and we'll be rich
Filthy as top, bill the milkiest
In the hamptons, i know the mansions where they live
They on some rims shit, hindu niggas, reading sandscript
I wanna man by every exit so they can't split
Rush the crib, all we see is candles lit
Yo they got gold cows, gold owls on some chain shit
Tied them up, red dot 'em up, fuck the ransom shit
Hit the safe, brick city case, back to the whip
Then we lace, back to Bk, all beneath, relaxed in the pj's
Splittin' mathematics on the weekday
Sound of pee traces, dust the side of breifcases
Queit money, eat by my chef like Free Masons, Pay me

Chorus (repeat til fade)

Typed by: Nature2QBC@aol.com

[Intro]

[Nas] *speaking in Dr. Trevis-like voice*
Braveheart niggas (Jungle), IllWill niggas (Wizard)
Made of steel niggas (Horse), robothugs (Nature)
We can't be stopped by them bitch-ass cops (Braveheart)
Made of steel, y'all bullets don't kill
We break outta jail, fuck the system
To all our black babies, boys and girls
We school y'all wit knowledge of the world
Only to God we hail, and this money we spend it
We spend it, it's the root of e-vil
But these black millionaires will live and survive
We will stay alive

[Nature]
A quick reality check, salaries and sex
Rodents spreadin disease, and man'll carry it next
I been exposed to this game, so it's that I express
Blood, sweat and tears, for my stress, cigarettes and beers
Newports or Kools, cautious dudes movin in the Belly
I stay aware of who I'm talkin to
Police payin fiends off wit food
For a Snicker bar, they knock on your door, come and get you god
Hit you harder than a crack pipe, live the gat life
Gettin drunk, full gallons down to half-pints
X-O to act right, stay slurring my speech
Hearin silent screams at night, disturbing my sleep
Burnin my weed, the smallest thug caught a bug
War stories on the bench till y'all caught a buzz
I made y'all watch when the game's hot, the same park
Niggas hustle and die without they Braveheart

Chorus [Nas]
I wanna live, the way my brother lives
I shall not die (never), why must we be so high?
I pray to God, (please God) take me to your path
And show me how, to live with all this cash

[Wizard]
A black robe for my queen, guns and crack for my team
Wit a map of fifty states that's flooded wit fiends
It says "Welcome to my town" but if you black you hang
We don't tolerate no shit from pimps or gangs
Fuck that, that's the rule for them fake ass cats
Paradise is the place that you vacate at
Very few get to make it back, or get knocked tryin
Holdin they earning from the block, there's no returnin
Trapped in the belly of the beast week to week
He shackled from his head to his feet, life is deep
New York City too small for everbody to eat
Some explore the world and don't give a fuck about the penalty
Who's the enemy, him or me?
The war on drugs will never stop, you understand that
You hear me, Guiliani? (Bravehearts, nigga Bravehearts nigga what)

Chorus

[Jungle]
Yo it's bugged, how everybody that rhyme is thug
Either they sold drugs or rolled wit Bloods
Smoke weed or blow slugs
Yeah that's gangsta, but when I see ya you show love
Where them guns at?
All y'all niggas some really fun cats
Mothafucker, give me them shines, run that
Word is bond, y'all niggas fronted like y'all knew me
They rep the hood but they ain't from QB

[Horse]
Never stop this, overriding the cops, we got this
Bravehearts spot em and drop hits
Ever so harder than a mothafucker, you see it nigga
Diamonds glitter, what you want to split ya
Three-pound-sevens'll hit ya, focus on the picture
Sparks, gun fire sent, where he went
Did I miss? Perhaps, he collapsed on his back
Ten to the head, either that or pins in his legs
Niggas go under, the streets open up and suck you in
Bad luck is when you throw dice and nuttin wins
And everything you put your hands on be crumblin
And when everything you plan on come to an end
Some light candles, wit Jesus picture on the glass
Hangin crosses on they walls or either practice witchcraft
To bring em good luck, put they faith on a horse race
Some niggas cook up, coke or cut up raw weight or dough
We all share the same thoughts, not to be broke
Some pray for fortune, but this life ain't no joke
(It's no joke, it's no joke)

Chorus

[Outro]

[Nas] *Dr. Trevis-like voice*
Bravehearts, IllWill (all this cash)
Belly (Bravehearts in the Belly)
Horse (Belly) , Jungle, Wiz (survivin in the Belly), Nature
We will survive (survivin in the Belly)
And teach (we will survive), and reach (IllWill to survive)
From heart to heart, my body and soul (Braveheart niggas)
Braveheart till the death