Ride On / Caught Up! .......... Snoop Doggy Dogg And Krupt

Work .......... Gang Starr

U Should Know Me .......... Joe

You Don't Want None .......... Mack 10 & Road Dawgs

All In The Club .......... Do Or Die Featuing Danny Boy And Johnny P

Ordinary Guy .......... Lost Boyz

My Buddy .......... Luniz Featuring Daz & Kurupt

Cross My Heart .......... Killah Priest Featuring Inspectah Deck And GZA

Ey-Yo! (The Reggae Virus) .......... KRS-One, Mad Lion And Shaggy

Rock Me .......... AZ Featuring Jermaine Dupri

R.U. Down .......... Somethin' For The People

I Like .......... Shiro Featuring MC Lyte

Girl .......... Luniz Featuring Crooked I

Made Man .......... 0

[Kurupt]
A bitch is a bitch, whether she poor or rich
She still gettin a gang of dicks
It don't matter what you do or say
Cause bitch you can't change my feelings no way
I been across the whole U.S.A.
Same ol' hoes on different days
Just ask my big homeboy Snoop de Snoop
Bitch you ain't cute, with all that (woop de woop)
I might just rock ya, I ain't afraid to blast
I might rock a fella like Dame and dash
Grip the heater and slap your ass
Cock it back, automatic clap your ass
Now this is how a gangster mash out
The homies in the Coupe, me and Snoop in the glass house
Bouncin (bouncin) bouncin (swervin)
Blaze up a whole ounce and get the ramen with the cotton candy

Chorus: Snoop

Yeah, and all my niggaz say... ride, ride on
Yeah, and all the honies say... ride on
Yeah, and all the bitches say... ride on
Yeah, and all the robbers say... ride on (can't get caught up)
(repeat 2X except last line)

[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
I'm out to paper count the paper bump some bitches and move
I take a trip with my click on a three day cruise
Spank the corner in the fo', sittin low gettin low
now we headed to the sto' in the fo', hoes holler
Top dollar with the gold flea collar
Dippin in my blue Impala
They say Snoop Dogg is a fool, cause he got the bitches
and the little homey sellin weed up outta high school
I never ever break the law, I just bend it
Keep everything splendid, that's how I intend it
Class is in session, you might get suspended (shhhh)
if you don't shut the FUCK UP and listen for a minute
I been in it for life, with two kids and a wife
with no tattooes just stress and stripes, so
I'ma do what I feel and do what I like
but I won't go to sleep without my heater at night (ride on)

Chorus

[Kurupt]
Nigga gimme erything you got, from your hat
to your contacts, t-shirt to your socks
Dogg Pound affiliate? Hell naw nigga
Certified branded Cedar Paul nigga
Mashin, grey and, blue all day
All night all heated with heaters, mac-11's
nine millimeters, whattup Big Nate
I got a bitch that gobble up dicks like steak
She lives upstate, and I don't think
near a one of those bitches is proper, stash the chopper
DPology (DPG) but first call Snoop
whattup big homey niggaz with the swoop
The homey jumps in whips out the four pound
When we get there, we shakin all motherfucker down
It's what I had in mind, let's get paid
Hit the spot just like a raid one of the homies got a gauge
Come on

Chorus

[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
Let me holler at y'all for a minute man
I mean this game is gettin real deep
We got niggaz that be misrepresentin
I mean, motherfuckers you know thinkin that DPG
is a motherfuckin football game or a football team or somethin
Niggaz walkin on and shit like they free agents
and just leavin when they want to
Nigga this ain't no game, this is a motherfuckin way of life
DPGC, Dogg Pound Gangsta... nigga!
The fuck wrong with these niggaz man?
Niggaz be straight tryin to put they little twist down (holla at em)
But you know we tryin to stay two steps ahead of the game baby, y'know?
Let me holler at y'all for a minute, especially YOU

You done stepped in some Dogg Shit, check your shoes
Nigga this ain't Hollywood, the House of Blues
It's the Dogg House, so regroup your troops
and tell em... it's Kurupt and Snoop
Fuck your crew it's on I take your Brome
It's Don Corleone in the Chronic zone
I turn your dubs into nickels, while I'm chillin
I melt your rhymes into icicles, while I'm killin
Sell em, I tell em, Kurupt, what's up
I know you feel like, givin it up
We can't stop, won't stop, what foe
Cause every other day another nigga tryin to pull a dulo
You know, when I was fuckin with the hood
it was all bad, thought it was all good
A nigga had to take a breather
now I'm Living Single, like Khadijah, cause they'll squeeze ya
Fuck a feeding fish, I put my dick in your bitch
and make a wish, ha hah
Nigga that's gangsta shit, with the gangsta twist
Yeah, Dogg Pound gangsta...

Are you working?
What kind of work do you do?

Uhh...
("Boy, what is it you want to do when you grow up?)

Aiyyo I'm gonna be on ti-dop, that's all my eyes can see
Victory is mine, yeah surprisingly
I've been laying, waiting for your next mistake
I put in work, and watch my status escalate

Now I'ma start collectin props, connectin plots
networkin like a conference, cause the nonsense is yet to stop
Jakes shake me down, haters wanna take me down
Break me down, CLAP all they heard was the sound
Yo I scoped it out, I took your weak dream and choked it out
Your bitch don't really got no ass, she just poked it out
on the deelow, I'm sayin, you versus me though?
We can do this shit right here, in front of your people
See time is money kid, and BS walks
And to me, it's funny kid when you meet heads talk
I see Feds stalk, they wanna dig up the dirt
Son is it me they hawk, cause I be puttin in work Son?

Aiyyo I'm gonna be on ti-dop, that's all my eyes can see
Victory is mine, yeah surprisingly
I've been laying, waiting for your next mistake
I put in work, and watch my status escalate

You cornballs get stonewalled, blackballed I own y'all
The veteran, runnin my plan I'm the better man
Crazy raw, doin my job like the mob
Blazin y'all, and disappearin in the fog
or a mist, and chicks can't resist what I kick
They be beggin for attention or some more of the dillznick
Word up baby, someone may have to get hurt up baby
Shit is mad shady, but I got to get the gravy
Platinum respect like the force of a tech
keep you hittin the deck, feelin heat in your chest
Bangin your thoughts with the hot onslaught
A kid got shot on the spot for goin where he should not
Viciously, I make history, instantly
Those other lame ass loser ass niggaz, they can't fuck with me
I'm doin my thing now, to lamp later on
Paid in the shade, with some fly gators on
But now I'm grimy as they get, mud on my pants and shirt
I bet you niggaz out here know, I be puttin in work

Aiyyo I'm gonna be on ti-dop, that's all my eyes can see
Victory is mine, yeah surprisingly
I've been laying, waiting for your next mistake
I put in work, and watch my status escalate

*DJ Premier cuts and scratches "For the qualified pros"*

I remember when we had so much trust
And nobody couldn't come between us
Do you remember (oh)
Now you listen to he said she said
And they keep puttin thoughts in your head
All the time

Girl your heart is filled with so much doubt
Cuz you think that I've been playin you out

Girl you should know me (you should know)
Know me by now (by now)
I would die before I hurt you (yes I will)
You should know me (you should know me)
Know me (oh please believe me girl)
And I will never let you down (ooooohh)
No

You believe that I've been gettin down
With your friend when you're not around
Now why would I do it baby, baby mmmmm
I don't deny that there's some attraction
But they lie about my reaction
I could never never hurt you baby
Never never never

Girl your heart is filled with so much doubt
Cuz you think that I've been fooling around

If you can look inside of me
Before you start your third degree
You would know exactly how I feel
No one else can take your place
I love you more, more and more each day
Don't you let them take away this love
That we have baby ( no baby no )

Why would I give you my credit card
If I really didn't love you baby
Why would I buy you a diamond ring
If I really didn't love you baby
If you wanna know
If you really really really really wanna know
Don't ask my neighbors
Cuz the don't know what they say
All you gotta do is ask me girl
I'll let you know

Damn Dawg, sure look you ballin
I hit licks nigga
Yeah homey, with that one-oh piece hangin around yo' neck
Whassup?
I hit licks nigga
Eighteen carat on the wrist, double digit style
what's happenin witchu man?
I hit licks nigga
Pushin ?rar-ies?
I told you dog, I hit licks nigga

[Mack 10]
I Inglewood swing like a king, cause my pockets is the fattest
The young presidential nigga with the platinum status
Maniac Mack 10, and I'm callin all hogs
Now who wanna test the Chickenhawk and the Dawgs?
With the fo'-fo' knockin noodles leavin niggaz like top ramen
And Dawg I'm dumpin everytime you're even thinkin about bombin
This a jack move blood, hit the deck and that's real
You need to give up your goods or get your punk ass killed

[Road Dawgs]
In this life I'm takin chances servin, slidin plastic
got bitches walkin out of banks with cash advances
I came up watchin true ballers; no one can school us
I've seen fools go from mule-rs to U-Haul-ers
Stay strapped for the get back; plus I use it
to jack hustlers and kidnappers *woman screaming*
Every since my Dawg died, I put mo' licks in the mix
Another motherfucker hog tied

in the trunk of the Continental (how you do dat)
Trix are for kids, when I'm finished check his dental (check it)
Step up to spit slugs on him, fool stole from me
I had to plug on him (we know his whereabouts)
No more hesitatin, no more debatin no more waitin
We gotta take him, shake him for his Dayton's
Empty the clip and desecrate him, verbatim
(Kill that nigga yo) You hatin, we gotta fade em

Chorus: Road Dawgs

You don't want none (Westsiders we riders)
Licks, it's all about stacks and stocks
Max with glocks
[Mack 10] as my lifetime is tickin
Comin up strong, lickin and flippin chickens

Chorus

[Road Dawgs]
Huh, it be the season for lickin (right)
Much love to my thug niggaz and drug dealers
(Hell yeah (nigga) make way)
for the handler hawkin fingers, bell ringers, bringers
on the real, when I stick steel in your grill
with the intent to kill you bout to get your cap peeled
Glock in the hand of a mack, I'm a hundred and jack
Kill for the crack, sell it and steal it right back

Set your mindstate, into murders and po-po
California's ruthless... keep the fo'-fo'
Straight dumpin out a fo'-do'
in the city with the Damu rip, and cholo
G's wearin Polo, doin their 'do low
When I strike, you're stuck, I attack like Cujo
It's do or die for da meanest
in a gang like this nigga, fuck all freaks!

[Mack 10]
Since dope is the game, I guess I found my niche
Got everybody trippin how quick I got rich
First Mack used to struggle, but now it's mo' betta
I got to meet mo' niggaz, so I made mo' chedda
Now my whole umbrella check doe like a teller
Went from a quota rock nigga, to a big bird seller
Got the spot straight vacant what's to be made a nigga make it
And what a nigga ain't makin, you best believe a nigga takin

Chorus

[Road Dawgs]
I'm a motherfuckin menace, mashin through Lennox
up to Venice down in Henny's, chasin it with Guinness
All one, greed in my eyesite stay G'd
and make em bleed nigga what that I like
Gangsta love, slippin on my gloves
Turn into eleven showin they sevens and the dove
Who the Dawgs in your house? Comin through your doors
and your windows, layin niggaz out

[Mack 10]
I can see clearly now, let the bullshit fade
Niggaz can't paid caught up in the masquerade
So I mash and hoo-ride when it's time to collide
And keep a big fat heater cause it's cold outside
I flash like boo-ya, won't hesitate to DO ya
A nigga like me a straight junkie for MOO-la
One-Oh all about the doe the dividends and the funds
Makin hons pull they guns and fuckin two-one-one's (beyitch!)

[Road Dawgs]
I been exposed to this lavish life gangsta shit
And I suppose I'm 'posed to have a nice major grip
So give it up motherfucker! You got
one more time with that flip mouth then I'm buckin ya
Check it in homey, keys and cash
Don't make me act afool and blast your brains all over that dash
Another bloody situation (Bitch ass nigga!)
Blaowww, I ran out of patience

Chorus 4X

[Mack 10]
Yeahhh, the Road Dawgs, and Mack One-Oh
Straight up Westside Connect gangbangin to the fullest nigga!
(Tell em Dawg) hahaha
YOU KNOW FOOL! Unfadeable
Dub-S-C-G, you niggaz don't want none
(WessSYDE!!)
You don't want none
Nah nigga, you don't want none
(You don't want NONE!)

Its about 1:51 in the club and straight packin
with a five double-o playa playa who you back in
You lackin - I'm all up in the club gettin' action
With a ugh full of hoes
I'm smellin' like a sack and
You got my attention with your hips and thighs
Make a pimp reach his peak
With your hips and eyes
Girl you know what you do to me
Explain a monkey
Cause' you actin' like you twenty-three
Pass the hennessy
Ballin' like you true to sin
Now we all in the clubs that you be in
Like BBD
Do me in
If that's the case
Doin' head and slang off in my face
And pump that ass
This club track freek to the bass
Hold it down till' we drop it
Roll it, give it what you got, ugh
Robbin' on my body baby till' you hit the spot, huh
Dippin' big names baby roll it till' it get a wash

Chorus x1 (Danny Boy)
In this baby (In this baby)
Why you wanna rub on me (Why you wanna rub on me)
You lookin' at my Rolex
Touchin' on my diamond ring
You all at the club girl (Club girl)
Shine up on a monkey on me (Puttin' them monkey on me)
Don't try to get personal
Why you want to hate on me...
Why you want to hate on me
oooh....

See some hinney flip a penny
Why you faking the funk
Heads or Tails
Anyway though you got bass in your trunk
All the playas up on the side
Come and smoke with me
He live when he step rep with Kenny's
Come and choke with me
From poor man
To rich man
Rich man back to poor man
All of us can party
Livin' in this low land
Ain't no favortism on this side of town
What you do is bring your mob
Bring it on or get down
Better yet lay on back in your steady b-low
Keep it real
Buddy fats and why flexin' this close
Even though we came to party
Can't say ride, say ride
In the end we fell like Biggie
Now nauzea twa
in the club off in the corner, pretty girl no style
we can dip with no protection in the back of the car
Bump and grind
Who's left in line and this all because
Playas we ball because
It's goin' and it's on in the club

Chorus x1
Don't take it personal oooh...

I got a taste for some hennessy
But like they said
Now alazey put that man in me
Now it's on from ten to three at the club tonight
If you ain't grubbin' right
You better be hookin' tight
Who got a dubb to light
You take a puff and you pass it nigga
Wipe the dust off your truck
And you pass the liquor
Seven digits, figure what's the way to get picture
(Diamond shinin' up my watch)
And it's known to get you
Picture me and you in the club actin' bad
Pushin' in my love
And we doin for the cab
Bend it over
Give a nigga flashbacks
I'm about to test the pain
Cause' you want me to tags at
And where you friends at
Baby don't worry get it low in a hurry
Cause' when we finish this party
You gone tell a whole story about who
Me and you what didn't did do
For your whole crew knew
(??) I went through fool

Chorus x1

(Danny Boy)
Say ra, Say ra
Manaj eh twa
In the back of my car
Goodness baby x3

{*Lost Boyz ad lib for the first 20 seconds*}

[Mr. Cheeks]
I think it was the month of June, when I bumped, heads with this chick
Me and my click, we was on the Van Wyck
A whip rolls up on the strip, full of freaks
The music lowers down and this passenger speaks
It's a, flame of mine from back in the day
John Adams High down on Rockaway
Like to blow around the smoke in the air from the trees
from the way it's lookin, word they still gettin G's
Scoped out the whip, I'm checkin out each honey
They must be gettin money, I didn't see code 20(?)
The L's was burnin, Alize is what they drinkin
If she said she's on the way and yo it really had me thinkin
of back in the day when we both used to swerve
At parties we would bounce, smoke a whole ounce of herb
Word my man I never hit it raw
On the strength to-fuckin-day we still get it on, listen

Chorus: Mr. Cheeks

I'm, just your, ordinary guy
Love bitches and money and love bein high
Run with Pretty Lou, Spig Nice and Freaky Tah
How that sound? Ahhhhh-ahhhhhh
Here's a little somethin from Linden and the (?)
We used to get down and hustle my man
But nothing comes easy in this world full of shit
Nigga take this job and shove it out quick what

[Mr. Cheeks]
One day I'm workin up on the block
Slingin my motherfuckin rock
Now police they tried to run up on us
My niggaz tried to warn us (where at) on all the corners
And now I'm I'm I'm I'm jettin
You see I'm almost, I'm almost, Moet-ed
Hopped over the gate, landed in my man's backyard
I knocked on the door, yo whassup bruh?
Yo let a nigga like, me in
Police they tryin to pull a nigga in
They lookin for the kid that's sellin that crack note
Lookin for the suspect in the black coat
Yo, I'm not, I'm I'm not the baddest
but these motherfuckers know my status
Now peep it I be comin with the motherfuckin
thunder and the rain, I will remain, cause

Chorus

[Freaky Tah]
This job, shove it out quick
Nuttin come easy in this world full of shit
Used to put me down, to hustle with my man
Little somethin, from livin in the 'Ville
Huh, huh, huh, hustle my man
Huh, huh..

[Mr. Cheeks]
Now, now, now, now this one day I'm workin at JFK
It's the 4th of July, nigga HEY!
Something's wrong man, I don't like this day
it's going too long man, I'm gettin strong man
from pickin up these motherfuckin banners
See I want that shit to make my eyes sad
So I jumped off early, got on the back of the 10
I'm all in and in the van with my man
Now I'm up on the block, puffin lye
And I'm with Lou, Spig, and Tah
Now peoples lookin at us, lookin at us
Police they wanna come through and rush
But we ain't got no crack, we got weed
That's all we need, yes indeed
And I'll, always
smoke weed in the hallways, cause

Chorus

[Mr. Cheeks]
Take this job and shove it out quick
Nothin comes easy in this world full of shit
I used to get down and hustle my man
Here's a little somethin from Linden and the (?)
Now here's a little somethin from Linden and the (?)
We used to get down and hustle my man
Now nothin comes easy in this world full of shit
Nigga take this job and shove it out quick
Take this job and shove it out quick
Nothin comes easy in this world full of shit
I used to get down and hustle my man
Well here's a little somethin from Linden and the (?)
Here's a little somethin from Linden and the (?)
I used to get down, and hustle my man
Now nothin comes easy in this world full of shit
Nigga take this job and shove it out quick
What?

{*ad libbing to the fade*}

The Luniz f/ Tha Dogg Pound

Me and You
My Buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy
[Daz] And you know that
Me and You
My Buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy
Me and You
My Buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy
Me and You
My Buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy
Me and You

Verse 1: Daz Dillinger, Knumbskull
[Daz]
Who can fade it, two assassins up on the mic
Blastin', askin' no questions,
when they catch you in a gunfight
Kaboom!
We still mash as a team
As we mash for our dreams
Actin' hood niggas for green
It's Dillinger, forfillin',
makin' a low outta killin'
Pullin' scandalous jeans
Forfillin fantasy dreams
Catch me on a Costa Rica
With a island full of weed, money and bitches
On a boat for sweet

[Knumbskull]
See when I'm yellin'
International help me
No colorlines on my
Ugly and fine
you can sell me
I'm glad folks think the same way as I do
Cause I stab bitches way down in the Bayou
Would you make way for two mo'
fo' blows, like you have hoes
Stamp a nation wide through the ghetto
Fore youngsters, Hennesy sponsors
With fore youngsters on a
quarter of the map now I do

[Daz]
I spin mayor loot and khaki suits
Nike's and cripsacks,
Wetsuits and leather boots
I block niggas twice with thighs
Buck with a .45
Make you open while you blast at the parking lot

[Knumbskull]
What you speakin' on
Wanna go through it
Drink a lot, made from fluid
Scrump bitch, don't you hear the music
My buddy, Daz Dilly and Knubskully
You will be thanked
With you're petty pang petty

Chorus: x2
What, What, What, What you're livin here
To live the life that gangstas do
(my buddy, my buddy [repeats])

Verse 2: Kurupt, Yukmouth
[Kurupt]
Check it out
No bitch ass niggas, no funny ass hoes
Dogg Pound Gangstas drippin' in low-lows
You ain't all about the homies
You besta check the fault
Pencils, playin' niggas in the crowd style
Thinkin' 'bout the row outta town
With the heater cock bust a million rounds
Dogg Pound internationals
Drippin' off fools
While the dock can bust
The facility touch

[Yukmouth]
I made the game down correct
And kissed my belt like I was James Brown
Spin around with the twist on the ground
(?)
Turn a diss in the pound
Dogg Pound live around,
niggas hittin' the ground
Fuck around and get shot up
I tear shit up
You can ask Puff
Let M.C.'s, Mary J. B. and Jodeci
About that nigga Yuk means the hardcore
You're kicked off tour
For piss marking on the hotel floor

[Kurupt]
G riders, We ride, DP ride
Get the mashin' niggas
Or the mat see automatic,
get the blastin' niggas
Shakin' nigga, bankin' nigga
Quit the heater
Stop blankin' niggas

[Yukmouth]
I'm jack style
Surrounded by weed smoke
See me and my peoples in the club,
thugged up, suited in steet clothes
We roll, cut dough
Cause we so
On triple gold, see hoes
With weed with me and my amigo

Chorus x2

Verse 3: The Luniz, Tha Dogg Pound
[Knumbskull]
Who did that, who shitted
Who spoke on the ghetto row, You
Who supa-dupu flyyyyy
I gave it to the test players I will come back

[Kurupt]
Why don't you meet me over in the O, Homie
Cause when I get there,
the hoes will be all off on me
I know y'all got a gang of bitches...

[Daz]
...Ha, ha
And like fabulous thangs and livin' life persutive
In nights machine dippin'
With a pocket full of c-notes
Cruise the block with a 9 lookin' for weed-o
And oh yeah, who got the gangsta shit
Daz and Kurupt and Knumbskull and Yuk for shit bitch

[Yukmouth]
I'm still a player, pop the slinger
Ice-cream and (?)
Rockin' Hillfiger just like a dada
I rock around the house of rockwilder,
just like a mobster
Time to clock me, Daz, Kurupt and Knumb in the Impala

Chorus x2

Intro: Child and Killah Priest

[Child] One two, one two
[Killah Priest] No doubt
[Child] The microphones on...
[Killah Priest] Cross my heart, hope to die
[Child] I've been waiting along time for this
[Killah Priest] Here we go Killah Priest, '97, '98....

[Killah Priest]
It's the byzantine king, supreme, all kneel kiss the ring
into a ilohean, I blow steam from the families of the mackabees
smack emcees watch them scream your majesty, make them suffer
the capacity of tragedy, hold the crowd down like gravity
back the fuck off, stop grabbing me, hands off me, niggas start to bore me
I'm getting sleepy, I need some coffee, me and my Wu-bandits
We bury niggas deep in the canvas, body bandage, like some mummies
You fucking dummies, you can't take nothing from me
It's the longest waited, the most anticipated, the album hesitated
Scream the name out KILLAH PRIEST, I leave the blood spilling in the street
I'm from the dark hills of Brownsville, the seven shields on windmills
across the killing fields, never forget it, tell them rap critics
I speak in arithmics, so they can never get it, I'm too scientific
lyrics explicit, I roll with thirsty niggas, theifs and killers
tigers, gorillas, faces like godzilla
we stomp rappers and smile like a Calm-Della, we got iller
cross my heart both hope to die, we multiply, by the hundred
Fuckin by the thousand, see me outside your show browsin
Beatin up your soundman
playa haters and players, we give um' cold stares
any last prayers...

[Inspectah Deck]
Yo, yo, concrete techniques, bomb beats and cause casualities
My faculty, hold it down like gravity, rapidly
Threadin like weapons to adolescents, ghetto residence
quick to past tense your present, state of the slum
Kill four play the drums face one
Their course was now, the snake tounge, I'm deep into this
I sometimes gasp for air, deadly warfare
Hot block cop and cold stares, shots clear
like fireworks on July the 4th, weapons get torn, fugitive slidin off
My force is combined, new world, 2009
Digital, criminals, we make mills in cyber-crime
It's all planned ahead, 2 times
I see the signs through a great mind
The heaviest chain could not bind

(Chorus, Killah Priest)
We stare you eye to eye
We tell the truth no lie
We cross our heart and hope to die.. hope to die..

[Genius/GZA]
High ranked officials and armed tanks with missles, blood drizzle
Simple fact, you slept on the issue, that before you started jerkin
Joysticks and segas, I was rockin' off 100 watt amps in Cerwin-Vega
True fine tune it, ship enough units
Emcees ask, who be those rhyme killers in mask
No doubt, difficult task, the last in the square, beware
Infinite amount of darts is in the air, I'm victorious
With no opponents, I blast through components, with microphonics
Watch the whole world live the moment, anything in time
They came approaching this
are incapable of speech, remains motionless

(Chorus 2X)

Hope to die

[Mad Lion] *singing to the tune "Walk Like an Egyptian"*
Who wan come try, dis-respect
De mother yon chop upon dis head (chop man)
Mother knows every style, oh-wayyy-ohh
like Shaggy, one called KRS [Yes!] (whooooh!)
The champagne drink, rock-n-roll link
Holy smoke pon de bass mix (tell em, tell em, tell em)
Never know tell me go, oh-wayyy-ohh
Yo Kali, serve his head like Chef
All de massive in de pub just say, eyyy-yo, eyyy-yo
(Rob him like dat, man now come down bring it)
Eyyyheyyyyyo eyyyyy-yo
(Ya come down now KRS, tell em, tell em, yeah!)

[KRS-One]
You don't realize the magnitude I laugh at you
Flappin you rat-a-tat, you on your own avenue
while I'm slappin you, askin you, "Why you actin new?"
Crushin a mack and you turnin up the black in you
Skill for skill you the minor we the major
I grade your whole album like a mad term paper...
ZERO, don't be a fan! Like DeNiro
Be a teacher, be a role model, be a hero
Get it clear yo, I be rollin with de po-sse
Now do your plan over or get, ran over

[Mad Lion]
I be crusin down the highway, just sportin in the fly way
Turn it up a notch and de sound hits dem
Creepin through traffic with the sunroof open
to ventilate the scent from the spliff we smokin
Huff with a chop we do not
We make up a mighty powder, said scrap, last week!
We close in the Jeep, no fire for sleep
Dem come rough and make you one of dem weak or
in de dance kill a watch like chicken in my pot
Call dem with de champagne, can't stop that's right!
Man of been to dem place, to champagne away
Sign of money, can virus strike

"I see you move..."
Look now man, look look
"I see you move..."
I think it's time for it

[Shaggy]
Who dat from the chat with the boom shot
Hit you with the lyrical bash, so won't last
Rudebwoy check your stash, caught the cash
and if you don't like dat, somebody gettin bitch-slapped
I'm the raggamuffin with the Dream Team
KRS, Mad Lion guaranteed to make your money scream
(See? All you need) rhythmatical style
(Need) ya done gwan irie, peep
Pump ya best if ya irie, like me
Cause we don't want know si-ren, hey
Nuff a rhyme works, nobody gets hurt
Look up on the dancefloor, herd of nothin but skirts
Fellas in the club, actin like vi-pers
Bitin them girls like your name was Marv Albert
Baby love no fighting, come to back biting
You and your girlfriend should do the right thing
I'ma let this beat swing, while I think I'm the king
and go rap pon a nice sexy young queen

"I see you move..."
"I see you move..."

[Mad Lion] *singing to the tune "Walk Like an Egyptian"*
Who wan come try, dis-respect
De mother yon chop upon dis head (chop man)
Mother knows every style, oh-wayyy-ohh
like Shaggy, one called KRS
The champagne drink, rock-n-roll link
Holy smoke pon de bass mix (tell em, tell em, tell em)
Never know tell me go, oh-wayyy-ohh
Yo Kali, serve his head like Chef
All de massive in de pub just say, eyyy-yo, eyyy-yo
Eyyyheyyyyyo eyyyyy-yo

[KRS-One]
Yo... get your hands up!! Yo!
On the mic I'm sheddin light, you better get it right
I produce what you like, satisfy your appetite
No fly-by-night, we rock you right
KRS Shaggy Mad Lion yo whassup with this money?

[Mad Lion]
Mind bogglin, oh love them ogling
Turn watch while we seek, see now stop dance wid dem
Don'tcha want this girl, with her Erykah streak
Kafi yome love go me because we off that weed
Chase while we head to the watch pon me wrist
We gets another week til we own necklace
Get receipt on me watch, if we buy it then we flaunt it
Kill you alla dem, make dem come back haunted

[Shaggy]
Alla big up to Shaggy rock love
Mad supporters, love
And de people rock dis KRS-One
Ya feel the vibes all mel-low
Shaggy, I want cha pump ya fist and just throw it up like this
Yeah, uhh, push it up, yeah, uhh, let em know
I wanna big up my whole, hip-hop fraternity, yeah
My reggae fraternity, yeah
All men, all posse everybody in this rock
left right yeah, uhh, sync your butt, yeah
Uhh, Mad Lion, uhh
Uhh, Flatbush style, uhh
Brooklyn Queens Bronx style, yeah
Strong Island, wicked wild, yeah
Uhh, and New York town flavor
All the crew
KRS-One, Shaggy, Mad Lion run dat

[J.D.]
SoSoDef (what?)
Huh, yeah I don't dance ... I mash
(It's like dis doe)
AZ, come on

[AZ the Visualiza]
It's a new one, time for a Range, baby blue one
The crew won, out of formilli, feel I'm due one
Focus right, one hit -- blow me overnight
Holy mics, bein guarded -- by Jehovah's light
Jewels drapin, in a Coupe slidin cruise tape in
for my troops I was sworn in like a true Mason (yeah)
Tables turned, left the youth engaged and learned
Thoughts raised concern just like blunts made to burn
I play this life, homey besides on the status
either play it right, or then vibe until the madness
Monopolize, position wise watch the rise
It's prophesized, see the two and drop fives

Chorus: Jermaine Dupri

Erybody hands up, AZ and JD
Whole club get it krunk, the drinks is on me
I keep the dancefloor lit, ladies shakin they hips
spendin all the chips makin nuttin but hits, what?
(A, Z, play my song
Rock me all night long, rock me all night long)

[AZ the Visualiza]
Salute me, rock silk and linen over Gucci's
Iced out, platinum Roley -- with the rubies
Baby uzis, Perrier make me woozy
Sweet jacuzzi, it's live my life like a movie
Connect doe, pimped off the Henny X-O
Sex slow, *fuck* on Chanel velcro (ha ha ha)
Visualize that, bought a sailboat, try and buy that
Besides that, hustle forever -- never sidetracked
Sightseein, pretty ladies in the white B.M.
Out of state plates invitin me in
Got my mind on this paper chase -- sorta strung
No longer gotta scrape the plate -- it's more to come
Respect how these streets made me -- why play me
I'm half crazy - half Marines, half Navy
So who it be? You or me, ten a key
Intensively, I know you players envy me

Chorus

[JD] C'mon

[AZ the Visualiza]
Come mingle with the illest minds, of mankind
Taught to shine, built out of crew and crime
Respect squares, straight shots burn your chest hairs
Chancin black, wish I had less shares
It's like a roller coaster, street life'll comatose ya
Cologne's kosher, a man's own is through his culture
Trapped in the arms of Satan, congregatin
Conversatin, thoughts way beyond relation
It's truth or deal, chose ones move sincere
Keep the youth aware, Supreme Court -- the proof is here

Chorus

[Jermaine Dupri]
Ha ha, now everybody in the house just
Clap your hands, uh, clap your hands
Uh, stomp your feet, uh-uh-uh, stomp your feet
Just, clap your hands, uh-huh, clap your hands
Uh, stomp your feet... AZ and J.D.

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[MC Lyte]
Yeah
Soulpower
Shiro up in the house
Ugh, yeah, uh

First on my wishlist, missin you with the kiss
First time I seened you, you was looking fish
Raw deal is I'ma treat you like a four-course meal kid
and get you all up in my biz
Not too many more times I'ma let you know
You're on my mind day and night like how the moon glow
Won't see ya grow, I like to watch you over come up
Nice and slow, never do you have to run up

[Chorus - Shiro]
I like the way you make me feel
You know that I like it
You know that I like it baby hey
I like the way you make me feel

[MC Lyte]
Yeah, ugh
Shiro come down

[Shiro]
When I'm feelin down, and no one's around
You're always there, I don't have to worry
And even at times, when I'm not myself
You'll never leave me, I could never be no one else
Round and round we go, where we stop nobody knows
Takes all my cares away
Oooh boy, you turn me, ohohohwoh
Round and round we go, where we stop nobody knows
What more can I say? I really like to feel this way

[Chorus]
I like the way you make me feel
You know that I like it
You know that I like it baby hey
I like the way you make me feel (Uhhuh yeah)
You know that I can't baby yeah

[MC Lyte - first line starts during chorus]
I got to feel it for ya baby now
They shoulda told you I'm a different type of hottie
Gimme the bot-ty, wan' the bot-ty
It's natural for me to give it what I got
I'm takin care of the circumference while I'm sittin on the top of the
world
That golden girl, true dat now
You give that ass a smack and I give that boo a twirl
See I'm lovin what you do to me, you're soothin me
and it's soon to be ecstasy when you're movin in me

[Shiro]
Round and round we go, where we stop nobody knows
Takes all my cares away, boy you turn me, round and round
Round and round we go, where we stop nobody knows
What more can I say? Ieeiei like the way

[Chorus]
I like the way you make me feel
You know that I like it
You know that I like it, heyy, ohh
I like the way you make me feel
You know that I can't baby

When you're around, your love is so good to me
I think about you every second of the day
No one can compare, to the joy that you bring to me (bring to me)
Can't nobody do me like you do

[Chorus - Shiro (MC Lyte)]
I like the way you make me feel
(I'm diggin the way you make me feel)
Like the way you do
I like the way (ugh) you make me (ugh) feel
Boy don't you know, I like the way

(Check it out y'all)
I like the way you make me feel
Round and round we go, where we stop nobody knows
(Nobody knows)

[Yukmouth]
Welcome
Little boys and girls, listen
A man can get caught up in things (Right)
It's like a gridlock (Right)
He gots ta have it (ugh ugh), his girl got his mind (ugh ugh)
Took over his whole body, he needs her (Speak on it)
He can't live without her (Ugh!), dig this

Her name was Lady Heroin, I think he met her at a Chevron
Late night stressin he caught his wife sexin with his cousin Stefan
He told his wife to get to step on
before I start lettin loose on your skanless ass with the weap-on
Then since he's learnt, involved in a three year marriage
Arguin, fightin with his wife at night, arrested by sheriff
Embarrassed, handcuffed, go to jail in your drawers
and all of this because his wife tried to put the knife to his balls
And oh naw, cock the seat uhh, she tried to straight Lorraine Lee Bobbit me
I woke up out of a dream, she was on top of me
Screamin that's how it gotta be, holdin a dagger
I grabbed my gat, point it at her, she dropped the dagger, I slapped her
Months after he got out of jail, seriously hooked on girl
Lips chapped, face pale, body skinny and frail
Tales of a married man whose life was stressed too much
Had to resort to snortin drugs and such just to keep in touch
with himself, his wife suin for half of the wealth (uhh)
And all that shootin in his veins was gettin bad for his health
His cards was dealt, methamphetamines on the shelf
Smokin the creamery, the greatest thing the man ever felt
Now he's high, pull over on the bridge ???
Ready to die, he took his last swig of Reynell
A livin hell, he climbed on the rail then he yelled
"God all my life I failed" as he slipped and fell, oh girl

[Chorus]
Why'd you have to do me that way?
I love you til this day
Even stinks to think you're the one we used to stay
Girl, why'd you have to leave for so long?
I'll never give you up
Never seemed to act touchable, that was the start

[Crooked I]
She was a gangsta ass bitch, the greatest of all time
She took my heart and my mind, turned me to a life of crime
Now I'm, under pressure to impress her
I wake up, put on my bullet proof vestin
grab my Smith & Wessin off the dresser
then I, hop up in a chopped up rag Tre
When I, cross your path you're havin a bad day
Cos I, make the automatic mag spray
Gimme the cash, she taught me to get mine the fast way
I creep on ballers while they blaze joints
I'm snatchin caine boulders and jackin Range Rovers at gauge point
Under hypnosis, robbin the closest nigga
The diagnosis - psychosis, the cirrhosis is from doses of liquor
that I'm sippin by the picture, tryin to ditch ya
but when ever she get dug, the bitch'll be witcha for richer
or poorer, through sickness and health
Eyewitness, if I shake this mistress I can handle business myself
But I love her so much I'm stuck in her clutches
I talk about her, can't walk without her, she's my crutches
She showed a young nigga how to check grip
Connectin me with the correct licks to collect chips
And if I leave her, no question I'm destined to hurt
And she's the reason half of the homies are restin in dirt
It's Crooked I next, I'll probably get dropped by some metal (some metal)
Just for comin around my girl (who?), the ghetto (my girl)

[Chorus]

[Knumskull]
I'm curbside, and my girl sellin graciously
Never no worries, and if Task kick, we skeet and scurry
I'm posted up makin my squillion
My mind set - I don't stop til I get a million
But I'm seein baby momma's and grandpas gettin double
Legit, that ain't my problem cos I bubble
I always wonder why friends came back for mo' and mo'
The high was fantastic, smelt like plastic but it's dope
Scope the area before I made moves, losin gains
was the up-and-downs in this so-called game but hey
Take the punches and blows, put aside, the crack babies
Dope fiend mommas and nasty hoes, peep
I'm walkin around the spot with a bundle in my mouth
Yay leakin through the plastic in drastic amounts
I'm feelin wide eyed, probably lookin like a tweaker
Spit the bundle in my palm, and tried to keep calm
My dove shrunk down, to tens, I'm high off crack
and damn, it didn't really feel bad
Started thinkin, this use to be a rich man high
I gotta high drug tolerance so I'll give it a try
Went home and did my thang, snatched a two hundred bundle for keeps
The shit was so good I was Pookie for two weeks
Luckily, I bounced back, but I stopped sellin cream
Now this is like one big dream, oh girl

Chorus to fade

Yo
I gotta story, about money, women, and power
and who truly has it

Her name, seems to slip my mind
but her face is stuck in my brain
Can vaguely remember the day we met, see it had rained
the road over, on Soppovada was wet
And my car wasn't, huggin the terrain
So there I came into her lane
I was to blame but stopped my headlight in the front
cos I ran into her back
But she didn't, over-react, cos her cruiser wasn't even scratched
In fact, now that I think, back, I was gettin macked
by a tender, oh yeah now I remember
Vanessa from Maryland, aggressive and tanned
It was December, of '94 and she was finding O attractive
Lookin like an actress, skilled in the art of macktress
She asked if I was cool, I said "Sure
but damn I fell like manure because baby I ain't insured"
Her reply - "Poor baby, don't worry, I understand
but man makes the money, money never makes the man
She said

[Hook x2]
Man makes the money, money never makes the man
Man makes the money, money never makes the man
Man makes the money, money never makes the man
And that's real, and that's real

We started chillin, it was all the way live
She flipped me a downtown highrise in 1995
8-50i, no more sess highs, strictly chronic and thai
Rolled in place in a gold cigarette case
Liquorice papers for sweeter taste, my pockets was laced
with big head Benjamins, crushed in cinnamon, linen and black Gators
Platinum, chains, rings and bracelets
Found out she was a mule for the Mob
Had plans to rob, and wanted me in on the job
Bust this, disgusted, one night in the middle of sex
She asked O-Press - "Are you down for this?"
And I said "YES! Baby yes!", ugh
I must confess it was a bit risky this way
But when she hugged and kissed me, uhh, I didn't care
Got to the point I didn't even wear underwear
cos she would want it everywhere and anywhere
(Man makes the money, money never makes the money)

[Hook w/ variations x2]

The matriarch was established, we was after the cabbage
To continue livin lavish she had a plan - hit her ex-man
for three hundred grand, I just put him to sleep
and keep it movin to a spot where, we used to creep
Agreed, greed, bubbled up inside me indeed
So on Friday when he received loot, I walked in and proceeded to shoot
nigga's in they knees, fuck 'freeze', yeah yeah
there's the money, oh shit and seventeen keys
Stashed up and shit, shot to the designated spot
at the designated time, she was late I had to wait
Escalated my mind to stop the shakes
I had just shot niggas up, like a scene out of Carlito's Way
She walked in around ten
I was in the corner with my 9 sayin "I thought eight was the time
we had agreed upon" but I noticed she was nervous
I said "What's goin on?", that's when she blurted
"??? heard about the Mob, how we did it, the money - give it
Trust me baby, I'll be back in a minute"
Then she kissed me on my face, grabbed me up under my waist
and left, I sat for three hours and still not a trace
Soft nigga, I got the seventeen, I'ma just dip
That's when the cops showed up, talkin bout an anonymous tip
They got the dirty cookers and the pure uncooked
Took me and my attorneys hell just to get me one L
With no possibilities of parole I was lost
Vanessa made me made loot and made off
Uh, what?
I said Vanessa made me, made loot and made off

[Hook to fade]
Man makes the money, money never makes the man
Man makes the money, money never makes the man
She said she said
Man makes the money, money never makes the man
Man makes the money, money never makes the man
What what, what what

[Outro - over top of hook]
That's what she told me
But remember, the lips of strange women, soft like honeycomb
Her mouth drippin in poison oil