X Gon' Give It To Ya .......... DMX

Go To Sleep .......... DMX feat. Eminem & Obie Trice

What's It All For .......... Bazaar Royale

Folow Me Gangster .......... 50 Cent & The G-Unit

Stompdashitoutu .......... C.N.N. feat. M.O.P.

Do Sumptin' .......... Comp

My Life (Cradle 2 The Grave) .......... Foxy Brown feat. Althea

Fireman .......... Drag On

Drop Drop .......... Joe Budden

I'm Serious .......... Clipse

Right/Wrong .......... DMX

It's Gon' Be What It's Gon' Be .......... JInx & Loose

Hand That Rocks The Cradle .......... Big Stan

Won't Be Coming Back .......... Baby

C2G .......... Fat Joe feat. Youngn' Restless

Focus .......... Kashmir

Slangin' Dem Thangs .......... Profit

Off The Hook .......... Jinx Da Juvy

Getting Down .......... Bloodline Records Kennel (DMX, Big Stan, Kashmir & Bazaar Royale)

[DMX]
Arf arf
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Grrrr)
Uh, Yeah don't get it twisted
This rap shit, is mine
Motherfucker, it's not, a fucking, game
Fuck what you heard
It's what you hearin
It's what you hearin (Listen)
It's what you hearin (Listen)
It's what you hearin (Listen)

[Verse 1]
X gon give it to ya
Fuck wait for you to get it on your own
X gon deliver to ya
Knock knock, open up the door, it's real
Wit the non-stop, pop pop and stainless steel
Go hard gettin busy wit it
But I got such a good heart
I'll make a motherfucker wonder if he did it
Damn right and I'll do it again
Cuz I am right so I gots to win
Break break wit the enemy
But no matter how many cats I break bread wit
I'll break who you sendin me
You motherfucker never wanted nothin
But your wife said, that's for the light day
I'm gettin down, down
Make it say freeze
But won't be the one endin up on his knees (Whoo)
Please, If the only thing you cats did is come out to play
Get out my way

[Chorus: DMX]
First we gonna ROCK, Then we gonna ROLL
Then we let it POP, GO LET IT GO
X gon give it to ya
He gon give it to ya
X gon give it to ya
He gon give it to ya
(Repeat Once)

[Verse 2]
Ain't never gave nothin to me
But everytime I turn around
Cats got they hands out wantin something from me
I ain't got it so you can't get it
Lets leave it at that cuz I ain't wit it
Hit it wit full strength
I'm a jail nigga
So I face the world like it's Earl in the bullpen
You against me, me against you
Whatever, whenever
What the fuck you gon do?
I'm a wool fin sheep clothing
Only nigga that you know that can chill
Come back and get the streets open
I've been doing this for nineteen years
Wanna fight me? Fight these tears
I put in work and it's all for the kids
But these cats done forgot what work is (UH-HUH!)
They don't know who we be
Lookin! but they don't know who they see

[Chorus: DMX]
First we gonna ROCK, Then we gonna ROLL
Then we let it POP, GO LET IT GO
X gon give it to ya
He gon give it to ya
X gon give it to ya
He gon give it to ya
(Repeat Once)

[Verse 3]
Aiiyo where my niggaz at?!
I know I got them down in the game
Give em love and they give it back
Talk to much for to long
Don't give up your to strong (What?!)
A dog to bow bow hug it
Shoutout to niggaz that done it
And it ain't even about the dough
It's about gettin down for what you stand for yo

[Chorus: DMX]
First we gonna ROCK, Then we gonna ROLL
Then we let it POP, GO LET IT GO
X gon give it to ya
He gon give it to ya
X gon give it to ya
He gon give it to ya
(Repeat Twice)

[Eminem]
I ain't gonna eat, I ain't gonna sleep
Ain't gonna breathe, til I see, what I wanna see
And what I wanna see, is you go to sleep, in the dirt
Permanently, you just being hurt, this ain't gonna work
For me, it just wouldn't be, sufficient enough
Cuz we, are just gonna be, enemies
As long as we breathe, I don't ever see, either of us
Coming to terms, where we can agree
There ain't gonna be, no reasoning, speakin wit me
You speak on my seed, then me, no speak-a ingles
So we gonna beef, and keep on beefin, unless
You're gonna agree, to meet with me in the flesh
And settle this face to face, and you're gonna see
A demon unleashed in me, that you've never seen
And you're gonna see, this gangster beat on himself
I see you D-12, and thanks, but me need no help
Me do this one all by my lonely, I don't need fifteen of my homies
When I see you, I'm seeing you, me and you only
We never met, but best believe you gon know me
When I'm this close, to see you exposed as phony
Come on, bitch, show me, pick me up, throw me
Lift me up, hold me, just like you told me
You was gonna do, that's what I thought, you're pitiful
I'm rid of you, all of you, Ja, you'll get it too!

[Chorus]
Now go to sleep bitch!
Die, motherfucker, die! Ugh, time's up, bitch, close ya eyes
Go to sleep, bitch! (what?)
Why are you still alive? How many times I gotta say, close ya eyes?
And go to sleep bitch! (what?)
Die motherfucker die, bye, bye, motherfucker, bye, bye!
Go to sleep bitch! (what?)
Why are you still alive? Why, die motherfucker, ah, ah, ah...
...Go to sleep bitch!

[Obie Trice]
We got you niggaz, nervous
On purpose, to hurt your focus, you'se not MC's, you'se worthless
You'se not them G's, you'se a circus, you'se no appeal, please
You'se curtains, you use words, cool heard, slurred in two thousand third
You'se purpin, you'se no threat, who's ya servin?
When lyrically oughta bury you beneath the dirt when
You fuck with a label overseeing the Earth
Shady muthafucka, O. Trice's birth
And as I mold, I become a curse
So we can put down the verse, take it to the turf
Cock and squeeze, and he who reach the hearse is he who
Depicts fiction in his verse
And as I breathe, and you be deceased
The world believe you deceived just to speak
You'se not the streets, you'se the desk
Use not your chest nigga, use a vest
Before two's choose ya rest, you chose death
Six feet deep, nigga, that's the debt

[Chorus]

[DMX]
Hey dog, I'ma walk like a beast, talk like the streets
I'ma stay blazin New York wit the heat
Stalk on the beat, walk wit my feet
Understand my pain, the rain ain't sleet
Peep how I'm moving, peep where I'm going
Shit don't seep, then sleep not knowin
But I'ma keep growing, getting larger than life
Eazys' gone, but the same one that started the fight
He be knowing how dog get, when dog gon bite
Tried to show him the dog shit, it's dog for life
Grand champ, and my Blood Line is tight
Cuz it's all good, it's all right
Niggas tried to holla, but couldn't holla back
Now they gots to swallow, everything in the sac
Blood Line, and, we can go track for track
Damn dog, why'd you have to do them niggas like that?

[Chorus]

[Eminem]
All you motherfuckers, take that!
Here, take this too, bitch! Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Waaaaaahoo
We're killing all you motherfuckers dead, all of you
Fake ass gangsters! No more press! No more press!
Rot, motherfuckers, rot! Decay, in the dirt, bitch, in the motherfucking dirt!
Die nameless, bitch, die nameless! No more fame!
Ahhhhhhhhhh! Hahahaha
Yo X, come on man, Obie, let's go, haha

[Chorus: Bazaar Royale - singing]
What's it all forrrrr?
Tour bus, studio, and the fans
What's it all forrrrr?
Chicks and whips with twenty inch rims
What's it all forrrrr?
To feed my family and my friends
What's it all forrrrr?
To change your world the best I can

[Verse One: Bazaar Royale - singing]
From N.Y.C.
Born in Brooklyn, but live in Budget Queens
The natives call it Beijing
Jabroods(?) get they back on dollar codeine
I've been burnin it down
On them benches in Carlisle
That's where I'll be
If you wanna come and battle to the beat

[Chorus]

[Verse Two: Bazaar Royale - rapping]
Born to this life of PAIN!! My momma told me
"Boy, if you die in yo' life, don't die in vain"
Mastered the game that will bring you fame
with that on my brain embedded like a stain (UHH!)
I may change as I change lanes tryin to change the game
BAZAAR ROYALE, that's my name
Me doin me is DOIN THE DAMN THANG
And me doin me is DOIN THE DAMN THANG

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Bazaar Royale - singing]
I spit razor, I come hard
Timbs and hoodies, I rip bars
I'm a rock star, from the boulevard
Where it be fat with awesome cars
I can stand the pain the rain cause (?)
But I'm calloused, bruised, and scarred, livin in the barn
With the snake, the cat, the rat and the dog
Stay strapped with the mac, the gat and the log

[Chorus]

You gotta go get it (*repeat 8X*)

[Verse Four: Bazaar Royale - rapping]
(Mother-uhh-fuckers!) One breath away from havin a asthma attack
I live in Beijing, that's five minutes from Iraq
I'm a hundred thousand dollars shy of havin long cash
Givin shots to the plans(?) and that's the wastelands

This is Bazaar Royale
Bloodline, Def Jam (what?) From the "Cradle 2 the Grave"
(Bobby Seals!) Yeah, shouts to my man Shy-T
(Man Royale, uhhh!) (Yeah!)
Loose, Jinx, Kashmir, Big stan - uhh, YOU KNOW!

Silence! I want quiet! Or I'ma start a motherfuckin riot!
I don't care if you click sinks like a pirate
You know my motto, let's get violent!

Let's get violent!
Dark Man X, Man Royale Entertainment

What's it all for?

[50]
Yeah.. Ja, you ready? Drop that
Ferrari F 50 style baby (yeah, yeah)
I'ma show 'em how I do it (yeah, yeah)
G-g-g-g-g G-UNIT!

I keep hearin' niggas is happy, the D's come, niggas wit guns
When I'm out on bail, ridin' wit' some new ones
Big got hit in that passenger seat
Pac got hit in that passenger seat
Now I'm ridin' 'round in that passenger seat
Come near the whip, I'm blastin' my heat
It don't take long, for my juvenile delinquent thinkin' to sink in
The consequences mean nothin', those semi auto's is bustin'
Crack sellin', predicate villain, spit big words but I can't spell 'em
Put a shot to your melon, that'll keep you're punk ass from chillin'
Then I got that nine and a fo'-fo', that H2 is never full
Bullet proof windows and doors, gangsta how 'bout yours
Southside tatted on my back
My last gun shipment got the whole hood strapped
Now all I got is two 380's and a nine
Nigga you can knock and tell the cops but you're dyin'

[Chorus - repeat 2X]
You're thicker than water
Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa
You're thicker than water
Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa
You're thicker than water
Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa
You can be a Blood or a Crip
Nigga, you bitch
Follow Me

[Tony Yayo]
I used to chill in the hood, to support the fiends
But now I'm eatin' caviar instead of pork and beans
I'm in the money green 7-45, with 7 shots in the fo' five
Y'all niggas wanna die?
I got a love affair, wit' violence and guns
So this is for them gangstas, rep' where you from
When I got O'd up, my heart turned colder
That's why the mac react like a king cobra
Now I'm jumpin' out of Rovers, in Gucci loafers
Y'all niggas wanna stun? I'll bury you cockroaches
Gimme one year, in this industry
I'll buy enough guns to declare war on a small country

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
Still walk around wit' the hammer boss
Rope and a cross
Hard times'll make a lil' nigga hate Santa Claus
Your mountains is high, holdin' in Diana Ross
I'm like a 2003 banana Porsche
I don't gotta hide sluts, to get your ties cut
They on my dick, 'cause I make groupies set off a fire truck
My team in the cutt, packin' middle things
I got more foreign shooters than the Sacramento Kings
It's 8 class karats in the border
I poke holes in plastic, to avoid a vaginal disorder
I'm a savage on your daughter
She ain't in the college dorm
Then I guess I'm squirtin' on the cabin that you bought her
I'm a heavy weed smoker, so the average is a quarter
Brown colored from shit, he established in the water
You got Banks on your jersey, you part of my fan base
Just 'cause you pour syrup on shit, don't make it pancakes

[Chorus]

[Noreaga]
Thugged Out Millitainment
"Def Jam Vendetta"
We comin at y'all, straight to the STREEE-EEEETS!
Yeah, we have the M.O.P. shit - the M.O.P. shit
Just thug niggaz showin us love - showin us love
It will be returned

[Noreaga] + (Billy Danze)
C.N.N. yo! (M.O.P. yo!)
C.N.N. yo! (M.O.P. yo!)
C.N.N. yo! (M.O.P. yo!)
C.N.N. yo! (M.O.P. yo!)

[Billy D] C.N.N.
[Noreaga] WHAT WHAT? [Capone] Stompdashitoutu!
[Billy D] M.O.P.
[Noreaga] WHAT WHAT? [Capone] Stompdashitoutu!
[CNN+MOP] I still
[Famesta] Don't doubt you
[CNN+MOP] Still
[Famesta] Don't give a fuck about you
[CNN+MOP] Still
[Famesta] Get at you and hit at you and knock somethin out you!

[N.O.R.] You can see me in the hood
[Capone] I told him I break wood
[N.O.R.] I told him the shank could
[Capone] Cut him up somethin good
[N.O.R.] My shit break 'em down, break 'em down, fuck him buck him down
[Capone] Tear them niggaz up
[N.O.R.] Tell them we don't fucka fuck around
[N.O.R.] Two shots to your dome
[Capone] Two shots from the chrome
[N.O.R.] Shot his stupid ass at least, two blocks from his home
[Capone] Uhh, C-4 your car
[N.O.R.] Melt down your Timbs
[Capone] Leave no evidence
[N.O.R.] All we left is rims
[Capone] Halle-LUJAH!
[N.O.R.] You see them slugs go through ya
[Capone] My life cri-mi-nal
[N.O.R.] Chips like computers
[Capone] We are..
[N.O.R.] C.N.N. nigga!
[Capone] One hand on the steerin wheel
[N.O.R.] The other on the trigger NI-GGA!
[Capone] Stop us
[N.O.R.] Never nigga
[Capone] Pop us
[N.O.R.] Never nigga
[Capone] We comin back every year
[N.O.R.] We back like whatevah nigga
[Capone] It don't matter
[N.O.R.] If you skinny or fatter
[Capone] Still blow a nigga brains out
[N.O.R.] And shoot up his bladder
[Capone] Now we comin for the game
[N.O.R.] Got a palm full of 'caine
[Capone] Still stomp niggaz out
[N.O.R.] Millitainment, our name!
[Capone] Never miss when I aim
[N.O.R.] What the fuck is yo' luck
[Capone] We whylin off the chain
[N.O.R.] See we buckin, nigga duck!

[Billy D] C.N.N.
[Noreaga] WHAT WHAT? [Capone] Stompdashitoutu!
[Billy D] M.O.P.
[Noreaga] WHAT WHAT? [Capone] Stompdashitoutu!
[CNN+MOP] I still
[M.O.P.] Don't doubt you
[CNN+MOP] Still
[M.O.P.] Don't give a fuck about you
[CNN+MOP] Still
[M.O.P.] Get at you and hit at you and knock somethin out you!
[Billy D] M.O.P.
[Noreaga] WHAT WHAT? [Capone] Stompdashitoutu!
[Billy D] C.N.N.
[Noreaga] WHAT WHAT? [Capone] Stompdashitoutu!
[CNN+MOP] I still
[M.O.P.] Don't doubt you
[CNN+MOP] Still
[M.O.P.] Don't give a fuck about you
[CNN+MOP] Still
[M.O.P.] Get at you and hit at you and knock somethin out you!

[Lil' Fame]
You fuckin with, MO-P's (YESSSS!)
Them Saratoga O.G.'s (YESSSS!)
Sip Cognac, blow trees (YESSSS!)
And the forte', (IT'S) B.K. (BITCH) all day

[Billy Danze]
And we do it our way (Stompdashitoutu!)
E'ryday all day (Stompdashitoutu!)
Yo Rule, you need one slammed in your face
Be hung out to dry, and left here to die

[Lil' Fame]
Yes yes y'all, you can spread love or take six
This ain't The Matrix, you fake bitch
I don't gangbang freaks, am I blind?
I'm quick to bloody a Crip and cripple a Blood

[Billy Danze]
Give him a slug, these niggaz ain't worthy of love
They should be put in a hole, that was recently dug
(KILLLERS!) Pass me the jug, ghetto unplugged
My family's the type to turn it into "Fight Club"

[Lil' Fame]
We foot soldiers! (Stompdashitoutu!)
M.O.P., C.N.N. (Stompdashitoutu!)

[Billy Danze]
War-riors, Capone, Nore'
William, Womack - hold that!

[Billy D] C.N.N.
[Noreaga] WHAT WHAT? [Capone] Stompdashitoutu!
[Billy D] M.O.P.
[Noreaga] WHAT WHAT? [Capone] Stompdashitoutu!
[CNN+MOP] I still
[M.O.P.] Don't doubt you
[CNN+MOP] Still
[M.O.P.] Don't give a fuck about you
[CNN+MOP] Still
[M.O.P.] Get at you and hit at you and knock somethin out you!
[Billy D] M.O.P.
[Noreaga] WHAT WHAT? [Capone] Stompdashitoutu!
[Billy D] C.N.N.
[Noreaga] WHAT WHAT? [Capone] Stompdashitoutu!
[CNN+MOP] I still
[M.O.P.] Don't doubt you
[CNN+MOP] Still
[M.O.P.] Don't give a fuck about you
[CNN+MOP] Still
[M.O.P.] Get at you and hit at you and knock somethin out you!

(*laughing*)

typed by: tjkeitt@bu.edu

[Verse 1]
Do Sumptin, Do Sumptin, that's right nigga
You left the burner at home? Let's fight nigga
Hold up, stand back, where your man at?
You want beef with Comp, you can can that
Back up, back up, clear the hole nigga
I can arrange to have your shit swoll nigga
I don't give a flyin fuck, nope
My iron tucked three inches below the gut
I mean, don't try me, you don't wanna die man
I'm aiming at his head, send bullets through his eye, man
Lights out, fight's out, I knock your lights out
We bring the knives, bats, and metal pipes out
We can (we can) do it (do it) rumble (rumble) brawl (brawl)
Hit him in his face, watch him tumble (tumble) fall (fall)
Watch him run and make a phone call (call)
I look at your crew and say "Fuck all ya'll!"

[Chorus]
He disrespected you, you gotta do sumptin!
He waved the tec at you, you better do sumptin!
Don't be a bitch now nigga, do sumptin!
Dont' stand and look around nigga, do sumptin!
Your man beefin with dude, you better do sumptin!
You said hi and shorty got rude, you better do sumptin!
Don't be a bitch now nigga, do sumptin!
Don't stand and look around nigga, do sumptin!

[Verse 2]
You either do nuthin or do sumptin
You in the club with that silver on, bitch you frontin
And my niggas not havin that
Don't wear nothin nice, they be grabbin that (give me!)
Sometimes in the streets, but really in the club
And these types of niggas be really in the club
High and drunk, ready to fight
Bumpin into everybody, steppin on their Nikes
So watch out, watch out, they pull glocks out
Everybody yellin "Duck down, nigga, watch out!"
Guns pop out, hawks pop out, macks slappin at backs make her's pop out
And they be (they be), not (not), carin' who they shoot (shoot)
Little (little), guns (guns), fit into their boot (boot)
But your man is weak and he ain't used to beef
He got approached now he's scared to speak

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Don't play with me, I ain't him, I shank him
Dude better watch his mouth
Yeah, see the hawks comin out the pouch around my waist
Barber shop knife cut around your face
And when them guns out, guns out, like a four-four
Some hit the floor-floor or run to the door-door
I hate to see a man hit up
Everybody yellin at him like "Bitch get up!"
He on the floor with a hole in his gut, on his back and his butt
Layin lifeless, his eyes be shut
Girls get accidentally knocked out
Everybody runnin to their cars but they locked out
They lost their keys, they searchin around
And the person they came with be hurt on the ground
So when you tired of gettin bitched for nothin
Try to earn your respect next time, nigga do sumptin

[Chorus]

[Male voice]
Fox Five

[Althea]
Ohhh yeahh, yeah, ooh
Yeahhh-yeah-yeah, ohhh, ohhhh

[Verse One: Foxy Brown]
From the cradle til' now, still Fox, just a little more mature
Seen it with my bare eyes, did it all before
Been through hell on earth
Playin' out my role I was given since birth, receptin' it well
Go hard at them critics, they expect me to fail
Work hard for my fans, they expect me to sell
They suspect I'm livin' well
But they don't know the pain I feel
Five minutes away from gettin' killed, it's ill
My moms always hug me when I'm leavin'
I wake up cryin' because death bugs me when I'm sleepin'
Jam Master died, it's like I ain't done grievin'
Big and Pac gone and look we still beefin'
And son even, we at odds in these days
where niggas die over cars and they chains
I thank God that I'm saved and I'mma hold it down in this game
Now, from the cradle to the grave

[Chorus: Althea]
From the cradle to the grave
I, wish I knew my life would end up being this way
From the cradle to the grave
I, wish I knew my life would end up being this way

[Verse Two: Foxy Brown]
From the cradle til now, I been through it all y'all
Y'all don't know half the things, I been through it dawg
Pain and sufferation, I been through it all
My heart's still cold, I been through the storm
Confused all these years, shit, we grew all these years
I remember me and you on the stairs
Talkin' bout what we gonna do when we're big
Money came into play and best friends went they way, shit
I wish it never had to go that way, uh
The price of fame can cost a whole friendship
Yeah we got dollars, but it's senseless
So I pray to God for forgiveness and ask him to carry me through
all the stress and the drama in this business
I bare witness, I Fox, and keep going strong until my heart stop
and keep flowing strong with a ?rap pon coc?, c'mon

[Chorus: Althea]
From the cradle to the grave
I, wish I knew my life would end up being this way
From the cradle to the grave
I, wish I knew my life would end up being this way

[Althea]
As a little girl I wish I knew that I
would be goin' through the drama that's in my life
All the sufferin', everywhere I been
How I get myself in all this bullshit I'm in

[Verse Three: Foxy Brown]
From now til' the grave, I look back at my life
smile and say "wow" in amazement
All these roadblocks, wonder how did I make it
wonder how I 'came famous, I'm impressed with me
It's like rumours been obsessed with me
but the truth never told, it was left with me
And what's left for me, is to extend my hand
If they don't reach then I'll let them be
I got to live my life right
but I wouldn't change how I lived my like
if I could live my life twice
Y'all don't understand what Inga's life's like
A black stressed, I turned my back to the world
and now I'm back to the world, this black girl's blessed
Yeah, my fans helped me through it
I was destined to blaze from the cradle to the grave
Thank God my fam helped me through it (c'mon)

[Chorus: Althea]
From the cradle to the grave
I, wish I knew my life would end up being this way
From the cradle to the grave
I, wish I knew my life would end up being this way

[Intro - Drag-on]
I Don't Really Wanna Hurt Nobody
I Just Wanna Live My Life
Feel Me, C'mon Baby ((Elite))
Where We At Baby
Lets Get It, C'mon

[Verse 1 - Drag-on]
How Many Niggas Ever Seen A Shotgun Shot
Look Like Somethin, Comin At You Nonstop
A James Brown Make You Say It Loud
Lets Walk Through This Block, Head Up
And Anybody Can Pop A Lead Off
Let Me See You Shoot A .50 Caliber, And Pop A Head Off
We Can Red It All
I Said (???) Whos Ever In My Target, I'm Gonna End It All
Some Niggas Better Move Back ((Move Back))
Somebody Better Duck They Head
Cuz Ya Buddy Mom's Bout To Be In The "All-Black"
Cuz A Nigga White-Tee, Bout To Turn Red
And I Don't Give A Fuck
When I'm A Sitting Before The Judge, "Yeah, I did it. What?"
Pumpin' In The Cell By Myself, Cuz I Don't Wanna Hurt No-bo-dy

[Chorus - Drag-on]
I'm That Hood, I'm Those Streets
I'm Them Lyrics Enemies
I'm That Weed, I'm That X
I'm That Sex, That You Need
I'm That Nigga, Wit Yo Wife
Sound Like Plumber, Playing Pipe
I'm That Match, That You Light
When You Ain't Got No Life
I'm Your Fireman

[Verse 2 - Drag-on]
Who The Fuck Say Drag Couldn't Come Back ((He Said It))
Now Where My Gun At, Nigga Won That
Cuz I Done Raised Alot Of Niggas, And Now I Want My Sons Back
I Catch A Nigga At A Party
Matter Of Fact I Be Up In His Lobby
Lettin My Man Hold My Shotty Niggas, I Don't Wanna Hurt Nobody
With Some Guns, I Gotta Do, What I Gotta Do
Pull Out, And Then Shoot Who I Gotta Shoot
Hang A Nigga Off The Roof, By His Shoes And Slip
I Hope He Got A Parachute
I'm In The Zone Dogg, I'm By Myself At My Home Dogg
Everybody Just Leave Me The Fuck Alone Dogg
Cuz I Don't Wanna Hurt No-bo-dy

[Chorus - Drag-on]
I'm That Hood, I'm Those Streets
I'm Them Lyrics Enemies
I'm That Weed, I'm That X
I'm That Sex, That You Need
I'm That Nigga, Wit Yo Wife
Sound Like Plumber, Playing Pipe
I'm That Match, That You Light
When You Ain't Got No Life
I'm Your Fireman

[Verse 3 - Drag-on]
I Wasn't Grown Right
My Head Wasn't Screwed On Tight
And So I Pause Every Line
Cuz It Take Time, For A Boss, To Be Mad Bout His Crime
This How I Deal With A Snitch
Cut His Tongue Out, And Mail It To His Bitch
Cuz When A Nigga Run His Lips, That Makes Me Wanna Hurt Some-bo-dy
But I Ain't That Nigga That Uhh...
Come Over (For) Chitter-Chatter
Cuz If you Owe Me (A) Favor, Talking Don't Really Matter
Either You Got It, Or You Don't
Or You Will, Or You Won't
Trying To Take You Dough, You Ain't No Better, Hide Your Thoughts
Now You On Life Support, And Can't Cry Might Die Driving
Pull The Stick, I'm Gonna Pull Up In My Audi Niggas
Cuz I Don't Wanna Hurt No-bo-dy

[Chorus - Drag-on]
I'm That Hood, I'm Those Streets
I'm Them Lyrics Enemies
I'm That Weed, I'm That X
I'm That Sex, That You Need
I'm That Nigga, Wit Yo Wife
Sound Like Plumber, Playing Pipe
I'm That Match, That You Light
When You Ain't Got No Life
I'm Your Fireman
I'm Your Fireman

[Intro]
Uh huh, yeah
Uh huh, yeah
Oh no (louder) oh no (louder)
Uh huh, uh huh

[Chorus:]
(Drop drop) - my homies that ride chromies let it
(Pop pop) - at the bar Budden them bottles and them
(Shots shots) - my ladies it's all gravy if you
(Hot hot) then come back to the (spot spot) and maybe we can
(Bone bone) - know that we chilling, she something shaking in her
(Thong thong) - gangsta gangsta, paper paper
(Long long) - and for my riders all over
Now you know we wanna hit it hit it
Don't stop, get it get it

[Verse]
Sick wit it, I keep paper around me
So I know that everybody got the vapors around me
See me in a big truck thin rubber riding
2 Way and a broad, and got 10 others squatting
Cause I know Cal broads act up man
So 'cha man man gotta keep a back up plan
Not a dance floor nucka [nigga]
I'm take em home get em to drop they pants
And gross nucka till the (drip drip)
No you not my wife no you can't handle my (kid kid)
I'm just trying to put in your (rib rib)
Through Cheetah, we in the four door Beem
Not like the two door like the kid only got a few divas
Drive wit my knees, seat recline
While she leaned over giving me a piece of her mind
I be sizing em up from they thighs and above
Holla at me if you wanna come and ride wit a thug, yeah!

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
All my ladies if you riding!
Then you know to skip the shotgun and bag the one driving
All my nuckas if you riding!
Don't trip plenty cash if she stingy wit ass

[Verse]
Yo boy got a street chick
Rocks Chanelle she focused ('focused man')
Stay wit a bag of fine and no elder rolling (uh)
She just one of my dames, gotta stay cool
Everything I got is under her name, it's on! (top top)
And I'm the same dude came up from the (block block)
I'm doing it baby I can't (stop stop)
In my rear view I'm getting tailed by the (cops cops)
Clean but kit got me looking like I'm (hot hot)
I ain't on the (streets streets) dawg
Just trying to (eat eat)
So fall back jerk, cop I ain't (beat beat)
Can't miss me, I'm the guy in the V-Tweezy
And that dime you was hollering at, she's wit me in the

[Chorus]

[Verse]
Chicks wit nice bodies, whip be wide body
Backseat emtpy, clips can ride shotty, We gon' (ride ride)
See yo boy getting a million
We ain't merking it, Nathan had they missing a ceiling
And, could catch me spendning time at the bar
You like your water frozen, dawg I like mine in a jar
We get it (crunk crunk) y'all hear the system out in the (trunk trunk)
Thump thump Budden be giving you what you want now

[Chorus]

[Pusha T]
OK, Pusha...minus the T
Niggas is talkin' to blasphemous
Tell me is it these ashy cuts that got you thinkin'
I'm not in touch with that mask 'n glove
Don't let the Reverend hold your casket cuz
We think you thinkin'
These verses is curses the only thing worse is
I'm the ring master of the circus
Meanin' that, I'm the only one in the show with purpose
Most of you motherfuckers don't scratch the surface
Look, still ghetto, still tot' heavy metal
Still throw a nickname on all of my vehicle
Like the Copperfield coupe, now you see it now you don't
With one flick of the wrist wow! the roof will go poof! (poof)
I'm an achiever make all of you believers
And I'll be damned if you overthrow Virginia's Caesar
Spend a day, sin a way, walk with me
Hug corners in the hood like a ghetto renegade switch!
Spend a way, rolls gold Jesus
Pink diamonds face flush like it was Duncan pink lemonade
Listen I'm not actin', this not rappin' this is live in action
Let's consider all the facts in
I got caught dealin' some way back when
Now that I'm blowin' it's smoother men
I know its hurts to see it but players please believe it

[Chorus: Pusha T (2x)]
I'm cool what you wishin', don't talk 'cause I'm listenin'
Fuck 'round and end up missin' if you curious
No weed or no vodka my soul will make me pop ya
Don't make me have to milk box ya, I'm serious

[Malice]
See how ya boy do I pull up in that ride quick
50 on the wrist leanin', niggas is sick
Steamin' they can't understand the meanin'
So they plot and conjure up ways to interrupt my well bein'
But that 9's been a damn good friend
Plus worthy made it to see 30 and I owe it all to him
Jewels lookin' as if I done robbed a vault
So if your bitch takes an interest it is not her fault
I mean look, head to toe heavy in weight
Pockets loaded hey I must say I take a cake
They speak ill, but words don't break him bone
They bounce off him, 'cause see him is purchasin' homes
See his stones how they complement each other
Size of the rocks and they fluctuate in color
That him is me get a clue enough's is enough
Took it easy on y'all fuckers and I ain't even rimed my truck (Uhh)
To put it simple I'm a rarity ma
From the cars to the jewels what clarity ha
Stick with me show you life thats out of this world
And I ain't lyin' to you love I only lie to my girl
I lust for the riches what a treat this is
The Lord is dealin' with my demons and my weaknesses
God forgive lose it all or God forbid
But from the Cradle 2 The Grave I'm a live

[Chorus (4x)]

THIS...IS...MY...LIFE

[Chorus]
(Right and wrong)
Whatever which way they go (right and wrong)
Whatever which way they go (right and wrong)
Whatever which way they go (right and wrong)
Whatever which way they go (right and wrong)

[Verse 1]
Made me a leader before I was ready to lead
Took away my hunger, but didn't give me greed
Made me successful, when I just wanted to be heard
Give me the light, cause all I need is the word
Give me a life, that I'm responsible for
I'll give him what's right, cause I'm responsible for him
And into the night, I'm gonna be there with him
Facing a fight, I be right there with him
Ready for Heaven, cause I done been through the Hell
And since I was seven, I've had a story to tell
See God is great, and that's why I'm still livin'
He gave to me, so I'ma keep on givin'
The bravery of a man's mind is slavery
Is makin me the man I was made to be
I hate to see when cats know but don't spit it
Right is wrong, when it's on you gon get it

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I wake up frustrated dog, I'm hurtin' inside
Think about the brothers that put in, work and then died
A certain have tried, a certain have cried
When it didn't go right, you hit me like
You see things ain't always what they seem to be
And the reason I dream of thee is He's with me
And the reason I get through things so easily
Is by the grace of God cause he, see's the need to guide me
Walk right beside me
Because he knows what's goin on inside me, he tried me
Knew where my heart was at
Knew what I was thinkin
Knew when I was down and out, left there mistaken
Knew when to pick me up, cause it got too hard
Knew when I was gonna scream out "Please God!"
And you already knew that you would be there for me
That's why I bring you together to give you the glory

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Everyday of life is a new chapter
And it's already been foretold, so it's up to the soul to capture
The essence of it all, the meak shall inherit the earth
Destined to ride with the call from birth
The true worth of a man, is not measured by what he does for hiself but
What he does for someone else
And if you help another, without concern for (?)
What you give, you shall recieve to unfold
And I, put that on my soul
And, put that on my life
And, everything I own
And, everything I know
And, everything I show is what I was meant to do
Everything I told you is what I've been through
And everwhere I been, I was for a reason
Walk through the desert, ended up freezin
Start there, end up where?
And now they know...whatever which way they go

[Chorus]
Whatever which way they go (right and wrong)
Whatever which way they go (right and wrong)
Whatever which way they go (right and wrong)
Whatever which way they go (right and wrong)
Whatever which way they go (right and wrong)
Whatever which way they go (right and wrong)
Whatever which way they go (right and wrong)
Whatever which way they go
They know they gonna owe
They soul to the road they choose
It don't matter if you win or loose
You still gotta pay them dues
You still gotta pay them dues
You still gotta pay them dues

Typed by: ga_sweetness03@blackplanet.com *

* send corrections to the typist

Big Loose
uh-huh
bloodline 2003
Big Jinx yeah, Big Loose uh-huh
let 'em loose

[Big Loose]
I woke up to something telling me
coulda been a melody (c'mon!)
to write verses heavily
or maybe it was heavenly (yeah!)
Y'all niggaz ain't my pedigree
Y'all niggaz on my dick so much
ya wanna get sucked from the same bitch that headed me (uh-huh)
Y'all niggaz need to let it be (let it be)
I was sellin crack way back when Rakim was still with Eric B. (way back!)
still had y'all bookbags on trying to bet at these while I was gettin straight A's
not from a page, not from a book
it was straight from being a crook
fuck the bullshit dawg what I needed I took (tell em!)
hear you weezin in the dark so I can see that you shook (I see you shook!)
so I'ma just leave it alone (uh huh!)
cuz when I squeeze ain't a nigga left breathin when I be in the zone (bop bop bop!)
so when I come thru your block you betta be in ya home (be in ya home!)
or I'ma autograph a bullet that'll be in ya dome (uh huh)
so stop the grillin and the frontin (for you)
cuz the wounds from the gun the hot blue ain't healin for nothin
Motherfucker (that's crazy!)...

[Hook: Jinx then Loose Altenating Jinx first]
Gotta make it happen, it's all on me
in the end it's gon be what its gon be
you must be blind then if you can't see
that in the end, it's gon be what it's gon be
put the streets on my back and I do it for free
and the end its gon

[Loose]
lets get the shit started
who ready for the jump off?
Y'all don't really want me to take the gun off
saftey they hate me wanna make me flip
Y'all hatin ass niggaz y'all make me sick
Y'all cats can't wear my shoes y'all too small
a minime'll still be way bigger than y'all
think you nice at this i'll check you dawg
wanna deal? somebody give him a deck of cards
I know what's hot and what ain't hot
I don't know how to talk about what I ain't got
I don't rock jewels then I snatch ya belts
cuz coke and dro is worth more than gold to the ounce
Y'all flashy cats y'all go head and get that
we in the streets if my niggaz can't flip that
I don't wanna talk where the fight at niggaz
never hold my tongue and go right at niggaz
that's what I said you can put it on me

[Hook]

-Gotta make it happen, it's all on me
-in the end it's gon be what its gon be
-you must be blind then if you can't see
-that in the end, it's gon be what it's gon be
-put the streets on my back and I do it for free
-and the end its gon be what's it's gon be

[Loose]
if it is what it is what they say its gon be (uh huh)
then fuck what they say cuz it's all on me ( yeah)

[Jinx]
I touch and I spray and I land for free (yeah)
so have a hundred shots or better when you playin with me (c'mon)

[Loose]
or when they playin with us they lay in the dust
in a way that we bust to get paid is the must

[Jinx]
the eight that I buss in god we trust (god we trust)
when you hear em' say that's them niggaz then the squad be us (thats them niggaz)

[Loose]
we're gon trash them niggaz in a garbage truck (whooo!)
they really don't want no parts of us (uh-uh)
when I hunt these niggaz I get a rush (tell em!)
I'm branging pieces to these niggaz home to the pumps

[Jinx]
and I'm home with the pump (yeah)
then I hit the streets so I can rome with the pump (yeah)
put a hole in the trunk (c'mon)
what you want, tear ya vest apart (tear ya vest apart!)
shoot ya chest out your back
so I can test out your heart (whooo!)
Muthafucker!!

[Prelude]
{*laughing*}
It's funny how the trades are
Errbody wants to be a king
We have the whole city full of bosses
But we all know...... taking over, the one
One leader..... all the rest y'all follow
Follow me..... cradle......trust me
I am the one

[Verse One]
Call me a boss of all bosses
I got a flawless record of thirty wins, no draws and no losses
I talk reckless, what
Move cautious with no respect for the rules, the dudes lawless
Gets deep with BS on the streets
cos from Harlem to Hollywood I got the game on the leash
You with my Bloodline beasts, always ready for whatever
We gon' hawk this dog together, six or beretta
Tour is glock, hecno and dutch
A few tools used just to get to the top
Can't stop, won't stop 'til I'm left in the box to count
We still bossy but pine is fine
I'm a Jack of all trades, what moves to be made (yea)
Back in the eighth for crackin the safe
From the block to the cage
From the label to the stage
I'ma grind 'til I shine, cradle 2 the grave it's on

[Chorus]
Can't touch me (it's on)
Can't stop me (it's on)
Won't budge me (it's on)
Can't block me (it's on)
The hood loves me (it's on)
Can't knock me
It's simply put I'm just ahead of my time
It's on
Can't touch me (it's on)
Can't stop me (it's on)
Won't budge me (it's on)
Can't block me (it's on)
The hood love me (it's on)
Can't knock me
It must the hand that rocks the cradle is mine

[Verse Two]
Now, drug money is a thug's money (uhn uhn)
Ice money is set for life money (you know)
Share money is the fair money, (fa sho)
You scared money, don't make money, nigga common
I'm back in the game, back on the grind
I'm back with my back to the wall, slightly back to two nines
Back with the mask on my face, back to packin two nines
I'm back on the block, back to movin twenties and dimes
Bottomline, I'm back, the city is mines
Stop me how, I'm coming with the lot and the lines
Have grease stinking out where you live
Cats trailing your kids, it ended up with me abductin your wares
Harry Rob once told me "strike fast and forceful
cos if you give him any time to think he'll cross you"
You either on my side or in my way
If in my way [*gunclick*] okay

[Chorus]

????? pack my arm, it's a dom
You let a nigga get at em'
Nigga for not one of the most hunted like Bin Laden
Cos I don't talk, I spit, don't walk, I strike
And I'ma stand up nigga, stand sit for what (what)
To discuss with the tough that enough is enough
And it's on cos I'm callin your bluff
And your dudes in the streets that refuse to be beef
Better move when I reach and get moved with the heat
Please, don't make the nigga have to do it to you
I launch missiles that ravage ya soft tissue
I salvage with many issues
My marriage is to my pistols
automatic or revolver
but trust me I'm gon get you if I have to
prooove to you cowards
I never follow you cowards
I murder all of you cowards
Your streets are my streets
That's how it's designed
cos the hand that rocks the cradle is mine
you know (yea)

[Chorus (2x)]

Instrumentals till fade

[Thanks to petervandam@hotmail.com for lyrics]

Typed by: eddie014@hotmail.com

[Intro - Baby] w/ (ad-libs)
Oh yeah nigga, holla at ya boy! (Oh yeah, holla at ya boy)
You under smell, number one motherfucka! (Bird-Bezzy, Baby)
Bird call (brrrrrrrrr)
Mannie Fresh, laced me wit this beat, you know (Yeah!)
You under smell it, we got's to get some money baby
Ma I got to look good
We got to get this cheese nigga

[Verse 1 - Baby]
Nigga flip on the block, the birds flew in
I pick up a bite, I attend to the wind
Shit, hungry dogs lyin town, dogs on the ground
Niggas hustlin, and pimpin tryna put it down
Pitch off the mound, that third world clown
We hustle for the money, we scramble for the pound
It's pimpin uptown, the boy in the lounge
Put the ice on the shelf, put the whips up clown
So put the whips up nigga, the Bird's in town
We tryna get the money, the jewels, the brown
Big houses, pimpin, shine uptown
Never gon' stop, we millionaire bound, be-atch

[Mannie Fresh]
Mr. Pimp Pickle, walk wit a wiggle
Keep a project bitch, and she gotta have that giggle
It's "Sex In the City" every time she get wit me
Wit her - up and down, and up - she pussy whipped
But her pimp gon' take it, or pull it out and break it off
Stop for ya pop, look her in her face, then shake it off
A different day another dollar, see ya later I will holla
Valet please could you bring around my Impala

[Chorus - Mannie Fresh]
I got to go, and you got to leave
I'm in the wind baby, pleave believe
That you won't be coming back
Get yo hat, yo coat
And walk on out the do'
Cause you won't be, coming back

[Verse 2 - Baby]
It ain't nothin to a balla ma, cook somethin right
I need some chicken, French fries, need it off top
Lace my ride, black wall my tires
Bought mami to the mall, Stiletto boots, skirt tie
I worked her ride, I beamed her a line
She love a balla baby, Birdman pimp fly
Smoke hydro, we do it all night
Mannie Fresh, Baby, CMR for life

[Lac]
Lil' funky, nasty bitch, I pay you to fuck
For what bitch, better catch ya cut
I'm not a rat's haven, for hoes, I'ma piiiimp
Make them hoes call me Caddy Daddy Sliiiim
I'ma mac'a, break a gear and a game
Show a hotter hustle niggas, and bring head of the change
Who you think brought that Caddy, and that brand new Range
Wit them 24's on 'em, and all that blang - bitch

[Chorus] w/ (ad-libs)

[Verse 3 - Baby]
I could give you what you want ma, you give me what I need
Make ya fly like a bird, and stay dressed to a T
Wit Stunna on ya neck, Smith-N-Wesson on the seat
Kitchen countin loot, I'm in the streets gettin money
Pimpin is a natural, on hoes I'm wit it
You never ride accurate, just dance and business
And we do the best of thangs, and we never slow down
We keep it all hood, cause that's how it's goin out
Slide in this ma, go holla at ya dogs
And have a good time, and head to the mall
I'ma take you to the block, wit the crack and mac
But it's the Birdman daddy, got the stacks of stacks

[Chorus] w/ (ad-libs)

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Typed by: ken_fosheezy@yahoo.co.uk *

* send corrections to the typist

Brakes on, please

[Verse One]
Brakes on, please
Focus, freez
Ain't no other bitch in this world dealer than me (uhn uhn)
C'mon, I got too much of a lead
And at your speed, it's hard to say you fuckin with me
Fall back and hit your head bitch or come up dead bitch
The war ain't over 'til I come up wit your head bitch
Came a long way, waited my turn, tempted to eat
Held my ground and my heat, on the strength of the street
Cos I had to win, battle niggaz left me staggerin
Unstoppable bitch, why sleep now when I haven't been
Label me the miss of this shit
I've never fell but that don't stop bitches from wishin as shit (shit)
Chevy made her
Without a doubt, a heavy weighter
And without a doubt, that's why they hate her
I cock and deliver
Cos I'm holdin at my spot and the leader
Want her, come and get her
I guess y'all bitches beta reconsider

[Chorus]
Brakes on, please
Focus, freez
Ain't no other bitch in this world dealer than me (uhn uhn)

The miss of this shit
You've been missin the shit
Position the hit
Ain't miss of a shit

(Repeat Chorus)

She the B-L-O-O-Dline bitch
Clear your mind bitch
Ain't no way you fuckin wit mine bitch

(Repeat Chorus)

Look skeezer
Take a breather, you lookin at the leader
Throw in the towel, y'all bitches will never beat her

[Verse Two]
Please take notice, stop breathe focus
You lookin at a bad bitch, your pack seem bogus
Rap is a competitive sport
If yo ain't got your mind right, your head'll get caught
I'm like a fuckin John niggaz, stop listen and learn niggaz
Spit vicious and burn niggaz, cremate and urn niggaz
Defeat my opponents yea hungry and eat my opponents
I like to take this time out to break thru the donuts
Came into this muthafucka wit my head straight
Came into this muthafucka beggin for a plate
Battle niggaz and bitches that bite mocks and stitches
They competitions get ditches
Damn it, the bitch is vicious
You can't beat her, you can't harm a eeva (hair of her)
Hunk ur brace bitch don't make me have to palm the heater
cos you can't get credit, you quit
That's how it get
Don't get big fucking with the realest bitch of the shit

[Chorus]
Brakes on, please
Focus freez
Ain't no other bitch in this world dealer than me (uhn uhn)

The miss of this shit
You've been missin the shit
Position the hit
Ain't miss of a shit

(Repeat Chorus)

She the B-L-O-O-Dline bitch
Clear your mind bitch
Ain't no way you fuckin with mine bitch

[Verse Three]
This is the last time I wanna have to tell you to focus freez
Bitch it hopeless you're not in my lead
My shoes don't fit, you sorry, you can't be me
I'm the realest bitch in this world, can't you see?
Cos you can't, you hoes just hate to admit it
The truth hurts, that's why y'all hoes hate when I spit it
But I'm the chiefrunner of this shit
stay in your place
Please step on your brakes 'fore I step on your face
See they wanna catch me sleepin and step in my space
Hold the plots up in 'em, all I got is venom
Think you got some chicks in your team, hoch the ?????
I was born with the shin in my jeans not my denim
You can wait stop thinkin bullshit thoughts
Tryna score, you ain't fontin on the bullshit courts
You gon' never find a bitch to get a heat to the street
(cos ain't no other bitch in this world dealer than me)

[Chorus]
Brakes on, please
Focus, freez
Ain't no other bitch in this world dealer than me

The miss of this shit
You've been missin the shit
Position the hit
Ain't miss of a shit

(Repeat Chorus)

She the B-L-O-O-Dline bitch
Clear your mind bitch
Ain't no way you fuckin with mine bitch

(Repeat Chorus)

Look skeezer
Take a breather, you lookin at the leader
Throw in the towel, y'all bitches will never beat her

Instrumentals till fade

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[Jinx Da Juvy]
Geah Geah
Ah Huh
Def Jam Records
Jinx Da Juvy
BK
Holla At Me

[Verse 1]
Ayo
Im'a tell you why I'm angry, haters in the game wanna restrain me
I'm what they artist can't be, chain hang see
Down to the dick, A clown wanna flip
Keep a pound on the hip, lay him down with a clip
Yall niggaz aint ready for Juvy, and aint a nigga betta then Juvy
I'm a veteran excuse me
I've been flowin awhile, young flashy ass nigga stay throwin em down
Dip's where fitted, too exquisite, enemies lord forgive em
More shells in the clip, the more hit em
Go in his body blood draw drippin, send him to the mortician
Face it I'm hot, the boy gifted
Look listen, the game's in a boston crab
I'm just a bastard who was born to rap
Hot on the beat slaughter the track
I'm here to kill a whole industry, I dont get along with rap. Niggaz!!

[Chorus - repeat 2X]
Mufuckas off the hook this year
You can bet Jinx is gonna cook this here
Half yall niggaz lookin shook in here, crooks in here
Tuck in your chain dont get jooks in here

[Verse 2]
Yeah
I know the streets been waitin 2003 I'm here to take over man

This year niggaz cant eat, find a new occupation
CEO's find another artist stop hatin
The streets been waitin along time for the kid
I'm bout to go to trail rappers hopin I do a bid
Who really want it? Lets go shell for shell
I'm the best thing to happin to Def Jam since L.L
Oh well its the truth, The flow leak through
Imbecile rap, still push coke and Diesel
I put them birds in you, out of the eagle
I dont say your name on record, I'll holla when I see you
See me I'm nice with mines, most the rappers in the game need me to write they rhymes
You a eightball shaver, slicin dimes
I'm a two brick nigga, light blue six nigga
You niggaz got a lot to learn, I take seven figures off every block I burn nigga

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
J, I, N, X
JUVY!!!!!!!!

I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
Fuck 16 bars, I need money per line
My flow hot like a curl and iron
Playa while you at work your girl is mine
But when I come home homie I give her back to ya
Throw her like a doe yo, never give her no dough
Shorty head so good, might as well go pro
I mean what can I say? I'm a pimp
Aint cuz the products to small I walk with a limp
I just walk with a limp
Fitted cap low, gorgeous gangsta so you know I attract hoes
You rap assholes got me aggravated
Stop complain four-fifth cock and bang it
You know the name if you want it come and see me
Why say my name on radio or a t.v? (don't do that)
Please believe me I'm focused man
It aint my 2-way that got my waist bulging man

Ah ha
Yeah
This year I'm focused
All that rap trash
I'm here to clean it all up man

[Chorus]

[Talking]
Yeah man
Tuck your chain man
The streets is here man
Jinx Da Juvy
Brooklyn
Grounds Ville

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[Intro: DMX]
Grrrrrrr.
Gettin down for what we stand for cause it don't stop
Once, the, Line's, crossed - BAZAAR!

[Verse One: Bazaar Royale - singing]
I am from the ghet-to
I don't do the dis-co
I just pull my pis-tol
Take a chunk of your soul
It's me who ride up by you
Police won't recognize you
Run up right behind you
To let my ratchet squeeze
And you don't want no drama
Pistol-whip your momma
Put that bitch in trauma
You don't wanna war with MEEEEEEE!!

[Chorus: DMX]
Gettin down for what we stand for cause it don't stop
Once, the, Line's, crossed
Gettin down for what we stand for cause it don't stop
Once, the, Line's, crossed

[Verse Two: Big Stan] + (DMX)
(Next out the gate is B.S.!)
Dog, I don't have to use the fifth to be a threat
I stand 6'3", 430, any less?
Motherfuckers want they shit split, I ain't the one to test
Understand what I'm sayin if NOT, how I figure
Nine to your tongue while I play with the trigger
Will make you understand what I say a lot quicker
Do we have an understanding? (YEAH!) My nigga
In case I be frontin know they really - DON'T WANT IT WITH MEEEE
Come comin with them hollows and heaters - TO PUT IT SIMPLYYYY
So if your team don't follow its leader - THEN COME AND GET MEEEE
But ALL you cowards better believe it - YOU COMIN WITH MEEEE!

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Kashmir] + (DMX)
(Next out the gate that bitch Kash!)
Dog, I'm known for gettin up in these niggaz ASS!
And they don't wanna, fuck with the bitch of this shit
Cause I position the hits
Speak with the nine, niggaz ain't ready for that shit that I spit
OH NO - get at these niggaz for SHO'
Cause once you cross the Line you already, know we get DOUGH
Dog, the quicker they slip, the quicker they ready
Holes in your Pelle, body laid up in the back of the deli
I thought, y'all already knew about me and these triggers
Get touched if you ever fuck with, me and these niggaz
The bitch is loose, got niggaz like, "Bitch you loose!"
I'm the realest bitch of them all cause I get down for what I stand for

[Chorus]

[Verse Four: DMX]
.. YO!!
Fuck I gots to say it for? You already KNOW!
I was goin dizzy, I get busy with the FLOW!
Oh, it's like that? Aight, AIYYO!
Niggaz comin through anytime, any-WHERE!
Pop up and pop niggaz up RIGHT THERE!
Put yo' man's brains in the motherfuckin AIR!
Pop pop pop, you drop drop drop.. stoppin
Look at, what I done to you niggaz
I don't wanna be your father, TIRED of sonnin you niggaz
And I'm sick of bein bothered, I'm confrontin you niggaz
And take this and run, in a minute, I'm huntin you niggaz
Go on now!

[Chorus]