Winter Warz .......... Ghostface Killah

Renee .......... Lost Boyz

Funky Sounds (w/ Tizone) .......... Lil' Bud

Give It Up .......... Jodeci

Can't Be Wasting My Time .......... Mona Lisa

Time To Shine .......... Lil' Kim

Maintain .......... Erick Sermon

We Got More (f/ Shock G) .......... Luniz

Let's Lay Together .......... The Isley Brothers

All The Things (Your Man Won't Do) .......... Joe

Tempo Slow .......... R. Kelly

Live Wires Connect .......... UGK

Up North Trip .......... Mobb Deep

Freak It Out .......... Doug E. Fresh

Suga Daddy .......... T. Suga

It's Time .......... Blue Raspberry

Don't Give Up .......... Island Inspiration All-Star

It's on..
[Cappa] Where your sparkle at kid?
Ryzarector..

[Break: Raekwon the Chef]
Yes the shit is raw, comin at your door
Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more
Yes the hour's four, I told you before
Prepare for mic fights (and plus the cold war)

[Verse One: U-God]
This rhyme you digest through the RZA console
Ask why I slam nine diagram pole
Raekwon dropped the bomb, Hunchback, Norte Dame
Golden Arms is bronze, buddah palm hit Qu'ran
It blows extreme, mean stream be the theme
Supreme team, America's Cream Team, redeemed
Vidal Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
One dose of my feroc(ious) handheld trigga cuts
Acapella spittin shell paralyzed when you get touched
And critical mic cords, hangin like umbilical
Cords, dope swords, five star general
Raw be the quote rap style sore throat
Through the fully operational, hand held tote mm-hmm

[Break: (first two lines)]

[Verse Two: Ghostface Killah]
More than a thousand times one, snatch up my styles get done
I hold a title, enhanced how my belt was won, check it
Slick majestic, broke mics are left infected
Germs start to spread through your crew, drew like an epic
You asked for it, shot up the jams like syringes
My technique alone blows doors straight off the hinges
Masked Avenger, I appear to blow your ear like wind
With a freestyle, sharper than the Indian spear
So sit back and let the king explore
Describe me, the kid's nice and he holds swords
And his name, black attack's the nerve like migraines
With more games than beggars on trains, livid sharp pains
Poisonous Rebel like Deck, you can't destroy this
You get ambushed, skate, try to avoid this
Side effects of, hot raps and hot tracks
A duffle bag full of guns son, dipped in black
My culture, glides and attacks just like a vulture
Ghostface in Madison Square is on your poster

[Break]

[Verse Three: Masta Killa]
Be on the lookout for this mass murderous suspect
That fills more body bags than apartments in projects
And as far as the coroners know
The autopsy show, it was a Shaolin blow
Put on by my family brought to the academy
of the Wu and learned how to
fuck up yo' anatomy, steadily, calm and deadly
Spatter-head lyrics I lick through your transmit
MC's submit to the will as I kill your
juvenile freestyle, civilize the men-tal
Devils worship this like an icon
Bear-huggin mics with the grips of a python

[Break]

[Verse Four: Cappadonna]
You heard of the rasp before but kept waitin
for the sun of song, I keep dancehalls strong
Beats never worthy of my cause, I prolong
Extravangza, time sits still
No propoganda, be wary of the skill
As I bring forth the music, make love to your eardrum
Dedicated to rap nigga beware of the fearsome
Lebanon Don, Malcolm X beat threat
CD massacre, murder to cassette
I blow the shop up, you ain't seen nuttin yet
One man ran, tryin to get away from it
Put your bifocal on, watch me a-cometh
into your chamber like Freddy enter dream
Discombumberate your technique and your scheme
Four course applause, like a black dat to dat
You're stuck on stupid like I'm stuck on the map
Nowhere to go except next show bro
Entertainin motherfuckers can't stop O
in battlin, you don't want me to start tattlin
All upon the stage cause y'all snakes keep rattlin
Bitch, you ain't got nothin on the rich
Every other day my whole dress code switch
So just in case you want to clock me like Sherry
All y'all crab bitches ain't got to worry
Can't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen
Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out
I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill
See my face on the twenty dollar bill
Cash it in, and get ten dollars back
The fat LP with Cappachino on the wax
Pass it in your think, put valve up to twelve
Put all the other LP's back on the shelf
And smoke a blunt, and dial 9-1-7
1-6-0-4-9-3-11
And you could get long dick hip-hop affection
I damage any MC who step in my direction
I'm Staten Island's best son fuck what you heard
Niggaz still talkin that shit is absurd
My repotoire, is U.S.S.R.
P.L.O. style got thrown out the car
and ran over, by the Method Man jeep
Divine can't define my style is so deep
like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy
like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine
Cut you like a blunt and reconstruct your design
I know you want to diss me, but I can read your mind
Cuz you weak in the knees, like SWV
Tryin to get a title like Wu Killa Bee
Kid change your habit, you know I'm friends with the Abbott
Me and RZA ridin name printed in the tablet
under vets, we paid our debts for mad years
Hibernate the sound, and now we out like beers
and blunt power, born physically power speakin
The truth in the song be the pro-black teachin

[Verse One:]

Here's a tune about this honey named Renee
That I met one day
On my way back from John Jay
I'm peepin' shorty as she's walking to the train
I tap her on her shoulders
Excuse me Miss, but can I get your name
She said my name is Renee
I said I got a whole lot to say
So may I walk you to your subway
She said if you want
So yo, we started talking
I brought two franks and two drinks
And we began walking
I had to see where that head was at
Because the gear was mad phat
So we must chat about this and that
She told me what she was in school for
She wants to be a lawyer
In other words shorty studies law
I'm telling shorty I'm a writer
And as she's looking for the token
She drops a package of the EZ Rider
Covers her mouth with her name ring
I said, yo don't sweat the technique shorty rock
I do the same thing
But yet I use Philly Blunts
She said I never dealt with Philly Blunts
Because I heard that's for silly stunts
I said, nah they burn slower
Right now I really don't know ya
But maybe later on I can get to show ya

[Chorus:]

A ghetto love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die
I reminice over my ghetto princess everyday
Give it up for my shorty [x2]

[Verse Two:]

Now we sittin' on train
Besides the fingernails
Now shorty got the hairdo of pain
Now understand she got flava
A tough leather jacket,with some jeans
and a chain that her moms gave her
Got off the train about 6:34
She wasn't sure she had grub for the dog so we hit the store
Went to the crib
And turned the lights on
A crazy magazine stand
From Essence to Right On
A leather couch
Stero system with crazy cd's
Understand kid
She got cheese
She said cheeks do what you want
She said I'm gonna feed the dog
I said alright well I'm gonna roll this blunt
She came back with strech pants and a ponytail, a t-shirt
A yo, Fam I got a tender-roni girl
We're sitting on the couch chattin
We're smoking blunts on her balcony
We're stearing at Manhattan
She started feeling on my chest
I started feeling on her breasts
And there's no need for me to stress the rest
A yo, I got myself a winner
We sparked a blunt before we ate
And a blunt after we ate dinner
She had a tattoo she only wanted Bo to see
But first dim the lights and turn up the Jodeci
I'm like whatever shorty rock
We can swing it like that
Cause on the real this is where it's at.

[Chorus (2X)]

[Verse Three:]

I woke up the next day on the waterbed
A letter's on the pillow
And this what the letter said
It said cheeks, I'll be home around two
You was deep in your sleep
So I didn't want to bother you
I left a number for shorty to call me later
Got dressed
Smoked a blunt
Then I bounced to the elevator
I got a beep around three
I'm asking shorty what's up with you
She's asking what's up with me
And now we been together for weeks
Candlelight dinner with my shorty
Crack a 40 with my naughty freaks
A man, I never been in love
But everytime I'm burstin' in and outta state
It's shorty that I'm thinking of
I'm hanging out with my crew
I get a beep from Renee
Because Renee uses code two
But yet I'm chattin' with her mom dukes
She said Renee has been shot
So cheeks, meet me up at St. Lukes
I jumps on the Van Wyck
I gotta make it there quick
A yo , this shit is gettin' mad thick
Not even thinking about the po nine
I'm doing a buck
Who gives a fuck
I'm smokin' boom and the whole nine
I gotta see what's going on
But by the time I reach the hospital
They tell me Mr. Cheeks
Renee is gone
I'm pouring beer out for my shorty who ain't here
I'm from the ghetto
So listen
This is how I shed my tears

[Chorus (2X)]

[Intro / Chorus: Lil' Bud, (Tizone)]

(Now here comes Lil' Bud with another hit)
Yeah I got the hits that them busters can't get wit
So everybody just get on down
and get captivated by the funky sounds
[repeat]

[Lil' Bud]
Now back up back up cos this shorty here's not loco
cos I be's the one with them hellafied vocals
The kids from New York to LA so mayday
Everyday all day I say what I wanna say
So tune your ears to the speakers, watch em go boom
BAM, I slam cos Lil' Bud is who I am
I guess you noticed but if you haven't noticed
you better focus, cos it ain't no one can quote this
paragraph that I gets ill with
I got the lyrics that them fools can't deal with
Cos I am, so so deffer than the average MC
The roughneck get ill with the click you can't see

[Chorus]

[Lil' Bud]
Now ya see everytime I pick up a mic things get live
I got more Mack than Craig so, chumps won't you glide
to the rear, beware, ugh, cos Lil' Bud's comin thru
I'm smashin up your set so whatchu gonna do?
Fools tryin ta come and test this real one
Tryin ta test me, ugh, quickly you get peeled, son
When I come creepin from the clutch you best step to the side
See I glide, thru the area of the Southside
The place where the funk gets loved
Ya see my lyrics rolled up my tongue like the grace of a dove
I shove, lyrics thru your eardrums
If ya want some, come and get some, I don't think ya want none

[Chorus]

[Lil' Bud]
Throw your hands in the air like you just don't care
Say "Ho!" (HO!!!) if ya feel the flavor in ya ear
I got that, laid back type um, ghetto funk for days
cos I can freak this rhyme in a hundred different ways
Cos I got it locked down, with the new sound
You best ta believe that Lil' Bud is platinum bound
Cos I got wicked in the '9-4 then '9-5 is live
So I'ma bout to take you on a ride
So strap up, pay attention to the way we get down
I'm tired of fools saying dat me and my brother can't clown
But ain't no thing for me to get wreck
cos I'm risin to the top like the speed of a 'vette

[Chorus (x3)]

What's up, yeah
Let a nigga know
where you wanna go
is it Acapulco
I got the money doe
you got my body and them lines be on the highway
so I say what up, we may get to hook up on friday
I heard you got the bomb shit
them niggaz actin dumb
kinda think I wanna hit it like a snare drum, dogg
what I do, is what I do
yeah, no doubt
thinkin' about you
Jodeci help me sing it now
I was just
sitting right here
waiting for you my dear
I was just chillin'
are you willin'
to give up that feelin' X2

Oh, it's ten in the morning
baby I'm a-yawning
didn't get no sleep last night
thinking about your love
it's so tight
Oh I'm mesmerized by your face
wanna see your pany lace
and you know I'm on the real
I wanna give you some sexual healing

chorus

baby do you have the time
to hear what's on my mind
try and understand
sexin' you is the master plan
baby don't be shy
please don't try and fight
baby give me half a chance
let me show you romance

chorus

say it again, say it again
did it right here
and I'm waiting, waiting, waiting
I was just chillin'
are you willin', baby
tell me, wanna know
got to know

give it up, give it up
give it up, show me love

Hey baby, baby
Can you tell me what you're going through
Is it a problem that ya keep holding on to
Lately you've been acting kinda strange
And I wonder if your feelings for me have changed

[1] - Can you tell me
What's going on in your mind
Is it affection ya need
Is it love you wanna find
I can take you where you wanna go
Just stand by my side
And just be sure what you want
You can't be wasting my time

Communication is the key to our happiness
If we just talk about it
Maybe we can make some sense
I'm not the type of woman that you can play for a fool
Use and abuse me
And just act like it's cool, oh

[Repeat 1]
[Repeat 1]

[Mr. Cheeks]
Yo, Mona Lisa
See there's something that we both should understand
Now if we share a life, you be my wife, I be your man
Nothin' can separate us, nothin' stronger than pride
I see it's time to open up wide, release what I feel inside
And take you places that you wanna be
Yo, come with me I'll show you things
That you would wanna see
Afraid of rejection but your affection girl, it's real
Yo, I can write a book on how you make a nigga feel, come on

[Repeat 1 until fade]

mmmmmm (uhh Junior M.A.F.I.A.)
It's my time to shine (peace to all originals)
ohhhhh (peace to all those gone)
yeah Junior M.A.F.I.A. the click! whooooo

[Verse One: Lil' Kim]

Blessed by the God, so I be the Earths
Queen Bee Bitch, Poppa keep my rich
In gun tottin', keep floatin' in them automobiles
Pack with steel, engines filled with Benjamins
I got half a mill stashed in the boat station
For womenizers and a hand full of hoes that hate me
But lately, it seems pople make the world go round
From A's to Z, I break 'em down alphabetically
Pethtically, I puts the pressure
In ya Jones that you fall Motorol burner
Flip ya jacks and ya snitch ass back, to the cell of your block
HDM lock, and I wish you would stop
All that baulin'!, cryin'! .....lyin'!
Cause this black Queen is shinin', you didn't know I was Lieutenant
Bitch, well that's primary
You just a secondary secretary, envy against me
Because I stay laced in Ellen Tracey, Dolce & Gabanna
And people love me for my style, my personal
Niggas got wow, and once I have my chow
Bet I just sit back and enjoy, the optimism given from a girl to a boy
(that's what it's all about)

[chorus (Mona Lisa)]

It's my time to shine
Been down for much too long
I've gotta get mine
JM and Kim keep movin' on
It's my time to shine
Been down for much too long
I've gotta get mine
JM and Kim keep movin' on

yeah Junior M.A.F.I.A. click
yeah Junior M.A.F.I.A. click

[Verse Two: Lil' Kim]

We all know what it means to be broke, breaking niggaz off
For some ends and weed smoke, some like to mix it with coke
Trees I like 'em fine, straight up marijuin'
And I'm put the lent in ya dents
Then you'll be stressed out with no dollars and no cents
Dressed in gear from last year, that you bought
Before you quit ya job at the airport
Thinkin' you gon' make a mill from this rap game
But you labeled as a lame and it's a damn shame
No fame, no name, show no shame
Who's to blame (tore up in ya frame)
Now you wanna lick a shot cause you ain't got
Get props, runnin' up in weed spots
Just a little gets to make game (make the game)
So you put the steam and the jewels in the stash
Quick fast, get mad
Cause ya man's in my whip, honey button ya lip
Cause my click is too dense, it's all about the guns, the ones
Just another day that the Earths used the Suns

[chorus (Mona Lisa)]

It's my time to shine
Been down for much too long
I've gotta get mine
JM and Kim keep movin' on
It's my time to shine
Been down for much too long
I've gotta get mine
JM and Kim keep movin' on

[bridge (Mona Lisa and Lil' Kim)]

hey baby it's about time to shine
we're movin' on
keep it going strong
can't stop what's going on
hey baby it's about time to shine
we're movin' on
keep it going strong
can't stop what's going on
(JM and Kim keep movin' on)

[chorus (Mona Lisa)]

It's my time to shine
Been down for much too long
I've gotta get mine
JM and Kim keep movin' on
It's my time to shine
Been down for much too long
I've gotta get mine
JM and Kim keep movin' on

C'mon, clap your hands, wind it up [x6]

Hush, I'm comin thru with the bum rush
Feelins forced style, Adidas, Cold Crush
What? My style's ridiculous
Who's gettin wit that spectaculous, miraculous?
Word to Lexus, I'm from New York
I'm flowin like Dom P so unpop the cork
Now feelin me for real do'
I'm the one who came from the back
and blew the brains out of Al Pacino
(Word up) Welcome to this rendition
of lyricism, I'm on a Doug E.Fresh mission
Somebody stop me, I'm outta control please
before I do autopsies on these MC's
Open em up, they hollow on the inside
No heart pumpin, their organ missin somethin
Trueness, yeah they get no props
without Das I come with the Real Hip-Hop

I maintain
I hold it down, so gimme that microphone
and lounge homeboy, you in the danger zone
when a brother like E is on the microphone, uh
I maintain
I hold it down, so gimme that microphone
and lounge homeboy, you in the danger zone
when a brother like E-D is on the microphone

Hold up, how y'all tryin ta play me, uh
when I paved the way for y'all punks to MC
You're not hard, ol school pull your card
wit the quickness, chump and Jehovah Witness
Agony of defeat on the street
In front of your crew diggin, in front of your main chicken
Oooh, it's more than meet the eye, oh my god
Somebody got shook by a hardcore mirage
Speak on it, I get busy every week on it
DIE E-I, I sing and get unique on it
The miracle child, the chosen one
(POOF) Behind the Def Squad come the truth
There chill, I got that microphone
so lounge homeboy, you in the danger zone
I can't believe, I come with the mad degrees, boy
Freakin the funk with extra shit up the sleeve, uh

I maintain
I hold it down, so gimme that microphone
and lounge homeboy, you in the danger zone
when a brother like E is on the microphone, uh
I maintain, huh
I hold it down, so gimme that microphone
and lounge homeboy, you in the danger zone
when a brother like E-D is on the microphone, word

[Verse 1 (Shock G)]

Mammy, zammy, damn there's nothin to me
but when they rock us in the streets we say "Ooo-we"
you see the freak in the beat, she do me
I hit that mitty-bitty wit the sticky ooo-we gooy
I got more funk in my left in my left pinky toe
I got more soul in my style
then they will ever know
I got more rhythm than I'll ever need to show
we got them groceries bro
yo Luniz let go.

[Verse 2 (Numskull)]

I got the flow so let the Luni man take over
get deep into my hold
if ya lost, then picture gold
I heard styles that others stole
but it's no original flow
like the Luniz an the man wit the nose.

[Verse 3 (Yukmouth)]

Notice my flows kick like a loaded Mac-11
ghetto heavy,
could climb wit mo "Good Times" than James Devin
glock wars
meanin you critize Tupac for
homies in the hood, we strap Rugers an "We Got More".

[Chorus (Shock G)]

Didn't ya know
our brothas got more
so check the new flow
cuz here we go-e-o-we-oh.
Look how we throw
a lil sumpthin to roll to
hold you, from the O-we-O-we-O.

[Verse 4 (Shock G)]

I got that Voodoo runnin through my veins
quit
surpressed yes
crazy no
not insane
I smoothie through the menu then I make my order
I got that dominate gene
so if ya 'noid hide yo daughter
the love ya givin is based on what I do for you
for the right amount of money you probably let me ?? you
I like to glide up in it, but I got my pride
ain't no whore
don't second guess yo man cuz he got more.

[Chorus]

[Verse 5 (Yukmouth)]

Studio gangstas wanna battle, well let's battle
I blasted
they plastic ass get put under ground wit the fragments.

[Verse 6 (Numskull)]

Snaggle tooth rhymers wit no flavor
save a gang a neighbors
then move away so they won't be called haters.

[Verse 7 (Yukmouth)]

Captain Save-A-Hoe
up-up an away ya go
the "O" is too unfadeable.

[Verse 8 (Numskull)]

But don't trip
get a grip
make ya own skit
be sure
before
you slide through the door cuz "We Got More".

[Chorus (Shock G) 2x]

Didn't ya know
our brothas got more
so check the new flow
cuz here we go-e-o-we-oh.
Look how we throw
a lil sumpthin to roll to
bump hoes to
from the O-we-O-we-O.

La Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da.... Hey Yeh...Oh
Your Body's Warm, But You're Still Unsure
I'll Have You Know That I Have The Perfect Cure.... Yeah
Step In My Room And I'll Take Your Fears Away
Put Your Trust In Me And All That I Say
Tell Me Can We Lay- Ay eee

Chorus

Let's Lay Together
Ooh Hoo Baby
Let's Lay Together
Tell Me Can We Lay- eee
Let's Lay Together
Lay Ay Ay Ay... Yeah Oh Baby
Let's Lay Together
Ooh... Oh Hoo Oh Hoo

Heaven's To Blame For This Love Affair
Feels Good To Know Love Will Always Be There...Baby
You Took My Heart And Made Such A Sexual Burning Flame
Let's Love Tonight, Straight Into The Day
Can We Lay

Chorus To Fade

Tell me what kinda man, would treat his woman so cold
Treat you like your nothing, when your worth more than gold
Girl to me your like a Diamond, I love the way you shine
A Hundred Million dollar treasure, I'd give the world to make you mine

I'd put a string of perls right in your hand
Make love on a beach of jet like sand
Outside in the rain, we can do it all night

I'll touch all the places he would not
And some you never knew would get you hot
Nothing is forbidden, when we touch

CHORUS -
Baby, I wanna do
All of, the things your wont wont do (i'll do them for you)
Baby, I wanna do
All of, the things your wont wont do (i'll do them for you)

I'll take you out on a night cruise, on a Yacht......just cant loose
Coz we got alot to look forward to...1,2 whatcha gonna do ?
What good is a Diamond, nobody can see?
I hear I got you on lockdown, but I got the master key

I'll light up all the candels all around
Show me to the subway I'll go down
Nothing can be sweeter, than the sound of making love
Baby when I start I just cant stop
I love you from the bottom to the top
Nothing is forbidden, when we touch

CHORUS -
Baby, I wanna do
All of, the things your wont wont do (i'll do them for you)
Baby, I wanna do
All of, the things your wont wont do (i'll do them for you)

I'll light up all the candels all around
Show me to the subway i'll go down
Nothing can be sweeter, than the sound of making love
Baby when I start I just cant stop
I love you from the bottom to the top
Nothing is forbidden, when we touch

CHORUS -
Baby, I wanna do
All of, the things your wont wont do (i'll do them for you)
Baby, I wanna do
All of, the things your wont wont do (i'll do them for you)

Ooooo, I got a Jones in my bones for you
There aight a damn thing that I wont do
I'll make your body cream with my sex machine
I wont stop untill i hear your mother scream

CHORUS -
Baby, I wanna do
All of, the things your wont wont do (i'll do them for you)
Baby, I wanna do
All of, the things your wont wont do (i'll do them for you)
Sweet Baby, I wanna do
All of, the things your wont wont do (i'll do them for you)
Baby, I wanna do
All of, the things your wont wont do (i'll do them for you)
Sweet Baby, I wanna do
All of, the things your wont wont do (i'll do them for you)
Baby, I wanna do
All of, the things your wont wont do (i'll do them for you)

What's up baby
I know what you're thinking
What did I call you over here for
I wanna take you somewhere

[Chorus]
Tempo slow, lights down low
Let me take you to a place
Where only love grooves go

Step into my territory
And let the vibes begin
Don't be afraid
Just let this love groove in
Let the passion lead you to a place beyond
Exploring my bedroom, having freaky fun

[Chorus]

All the players go
All the gangstas go

[Chorus]

Rules they are so simple, so very simple
As our bodies connect
And those juices start to flow
Makin' sweet love 'til the morning light
And satisfying love's appetite

[Chorus (2x's)]

Baby tell Daddy what it is you want
Come on and unravel those little secrets unknown
Time to taste what love has in store for me
So let's take a sip of this love groove chemistry

[Chorus (3x's)]

Keith Murray, UGK and oh my Lord Jamar

[Intro / Chorus: Lord Jamar]

The east to the west
Up north to the down south
Live wires connect
So if you swangin on thangs
(Keith Murray, UGK and oh my Lord Jamar)
or down to gangbang, or waitin on the train
It's still the same thang
[repeat]

[Bun B]
You cut your mind and your body with the rhyme and the shotty
Go and find me or hidin, with wine and Bacardi
Get down like John Gotti then I gotta get lost
I'm gone in the wind
My momma keep on tellin me there's Bun in the sin
I guess I'm hell-bound destined
to learn my lesson, sess in my chestin
It burn but I keep on puffin, no bluffin
They don't call me Big Bun for nothin
No homeboys you come dead, well put em to rest
Bumba clocks em all dead, wit two in his chest
Botty bwoy you come dead, and if in all die
Will you run dead em again? Well go on buddy let em fly
That's how it is in my city, and your city
sir it gets no pretti-er just more gritty
per capita, all around
From the five boroughs on down to the mighty Bro town

[Chorus]

[Lord Jamar]
Now watch this current rock it current for a sentence
for a triple homicide, cripple any drama that reside in the mind
of those livin outside of my stateline
Let em know we all the same kind
with the same crimes, catchin the same time, which translates to hang time
Organised gangs slangin dime
Lord Jamar is black G-zuz, I sees this
everywhere I go, brothers hustlin to make the doe
Fast or slow, ya wanna see your cash grow
like grass, but meanwhile take a blast of the el
and let the smell resonate, never hesitate
when it comes to puttin food on your plate
Devise schemes by all means
Like a sunrise when it beams, keep your eyes on the CREAM
Live Wires on the team Connect, get respect for they realness
I know you feel this

[Chorus]

[??]
Uhh, now who that tryin ta claim they be thumpin
That's only when your funky little fake tape be bumpin
You can catch a square and get done unfair
because aah, I'll be there, I'll be right there
Cocoa butter, got that, make em all for
Real life hustler movie maker, I know how y'all feel
But long as I'm alive I'ma do the right thing
and block out this stress my past criminal life might bring
The only way I use to nip it in the bud
was ta try and put some bullets in some of you joker's guts
I got victims, G it ain't about the face you make
It's all about the place you take between yourself and snakes
Now everybody open up your arms for the cocoa-
Mr.Former Football Player-ex drug dealer-gold digger-
killer with scrilla, they be missin me with the bomb breakin
Cos I gets busy like no cornwheat

[Chorus]

[Pimp C]
I'm tryin ta stack paper, these pigs can't stand me
It's all about my family, it's all about my candy
It's all about the crush, all about the feelin good
All about the rush, all about us, the first family
Somethin that a young fool never really planned to be
but funny situations, do bring change
and young fools do out here in this wicked game
That's how I'm gon' starve when fools eatin steak
Man, I can't stop now, too much money out here to make
Now you could turn your nose up and you can suck your teeth
but I gotta get this money, ain't nobody gonna get it for me
And I might have to do shady things
Stick up kid all out, no shame
Run your rings, ear ring in change
Don't make me give it to ya cos it ain't no thang
I do it for the glory man, cuff the thangs
I gotta let em hang, I'm stuck in '87 tryin to regain my brain
Too many undercovers know my name
A phone line like fire cos I'm a live wire

[Chorus]

[Keith Murray]
Who is this with malicious onslaughts?
Keith Murray, UGK and oh my Lord Jamar
And we bustin on all you losers
Ridin twenty-deep in two black Land Cruisers
Recognise or get paralysed with the drum
Where I'm from they promise you a fair one, then blast you with the gun
And everybody standin around like it's funny
Junior L.O.D pickin your pockets for your money
The checkered, I slide off and make a funky record about it
No more than four minutes and some seconds
And live wire connected, from my peoples on the street who respect it
and the jeeps, hoopties, Benz and Lexus
My squad stretches from New York to Portland to Texas
Let's see who's next to test this
Some herbs, ready to get their heads served
to the hard curb......

[Chorus]

[Verse One: Prodigy]

It all began on the street, to the back of a blue police vehicle
Next come the bookends, the way things is looking
It's Friday, you in for a long stay, gettin shackled on the bus
First thing come Monday, hoping in your mind you'll be released one day
But knowing, home is a place you're not going for a long while
Now you're up on the isle, in a position that you ain't got to, refusing
to smile
But keep in mind there's a brighter day, after your time spent
Used to be wild, but locked up, you can't get bent
Thought you could hack it, now you're requesting Pee, see you fragile
It ain't hard to see, niggas like that don't associate with me
I'd rather, get busy to the third degree
cause the war populations are
If this was the street, my razor would be a mack demon
Hit you up, leave your whole face screaming, what you in for kid
Busting nuts, taps heard of million street stories caught inside this trap
Who are you to look at me with your eyes like that
Wising up young blood, before you make things escalate, and I would hate
To set your crooked ass straight

[Chorus]

Make your moves at night, pack your heat in this warzone, niggas is trife
Runnin from one time, ain't no time to slip, make one false move
And it's a up north trip
Livin the high life, make your moves at night, pack your heat in this warzone
Niggas is trife, runnin from one time, ain't no time to slip, make one
false move And it's a up north trip

[Verse Two: Havoc]

You tried to dip, duck, but still got bucked, you talk too much shit
You should have kept your mouth shut, all that gossip
Motherfucker don't you know my glock kicks, hollow tips
To your body, mad toxic, I fade you, blow you with a rusty-ass razor
Did you a favor, tried to wet you but i grazed you
Pop goes the glock when there's beef on the block, chill for a while
Make them think the beef stop, then I creep like a thief in the night
It's only right, ain't no turnin back, it's on tonight, and if I get caught
Then my ass is up north, straight on the course for upstate New York
Stress, smokin back to back cigaretttes, it popped off, gon' point in
the mess hall
But to avoid that, from head to toe, dipped in all black, hit them niggas
Where they pump they cracks at, Havoc, with the murder masterplan
Keep my nine up to par, so my shit won't jam, God forbid if my shit do
Run behind a tree, fix my shit then hit you, slugs in your body
Mainly in your brain tissue, witness from the scene, get ghost, stash
the pistol
So simple then, watch my back, lay up and relax, roll a sack, ?K-A black?
Find a shorty intact

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Prodigy]

I got the powder, combine wit the powder, and water, it oughtta
Drop in a half and hour, in the, form of oil, watch the cocaine boil
Keep my eye on it so the shit won't spoil, then I pause
And ask God why, did he put me on the serve, just so I could die
I sit back and build on, all the things I did wrong, why I'm still breathing
And all my friends gone, I try not to dwell on the subject for a while
Cause I might get stuck in this corrupt lifestyle, but my
Heart pumps foul blood through my arteries, and I can't turn it back
It's a part of me, too late for cryin, I'm a grown man struggling
To reach the next level of life, without fumbling, down to folding
I got no shoulder to lean on but my own, all alone in this danger zone
Time waits for no man, the streets grow worse, fuck the whole world kid
My money comes first, cause I'm out for the gusto, and trust nobody
If you're not family, then you die by me, cause niggas will have you
locked up
The snitch, be a man, givin police the run down on your plans
We're never goin down like that, so I, shut my mouth and hold my words back
The legal business, forever mine, fuck payin taxes, the last kid that shitted

And gave police access, to my blueprints, used names as evidence
Skipped town and I haven't seen the snitch nigga ever since
The moral of the story is easy to figure out, a lesson that you can't
live without

[Repeat Chorus once]
Livin the high life

[Intro: Luke, (Doug E.Fresh)]

Freak show baby baby on the dance floor (Who u wit?)
There's a freak, show (Who u wit? Uhh)

Uhh ahh, freak it out now (Come on)
Uhh ahh, freak it out now (Come on)
Uhh ahh, freak it out now (Say what)
Uhh ahh, freak it out now (On the side)
Uhh ahh, freak it out now (In the front)
Uhh ahh, freak it out now (In the back)
Uhh ahh, freak it out now (Say what)
Uhh ahh, freak it out now (Ay yeah)

[Doug E.Fresh]
This is Doug E.Fresh comin atcha live and direct,
for the New York massive
And we gon' bring it on to you one time
I just got finished comin from the airport, pickin up my main man Luke
And we about to get this party started
and he's about to get his freak on
And we gon' do a little somethin like this, come on

Hey big bottom, know ya gotta be from Harlem (Say what now)
(HEY BIG BOTTOM, KNOW YA GOTTA BE FROM HARLEM)
Hey good lookin, you know ya gotta be from Brooklyn (Give up now)
(HEY GOOD LOOKIN, YOU KNOW YA GOTTA BE FROM BROOKLYN)
(Say what now)
Where the Bronx at? (OVER HERE)
Where Queens at? (OVER HERE)
Long Island at? (OVER HERE)
Where Jersey at? (AIGHT)
Where the Bronx at? (OVER HERE)
Where Queens at? (OVER HERE)
Long Island at? (OVER HERE)
Where Jersey at? (AIGHT) Come on

[Luke]
Hey fat momma (uhh), you know you gotta be from Harlem (what?)
Hey big easy (huh huh), she know ya gotta be from nick nick nick nick
Know ya gotta be from nick nick nick nick
Know ya gotta be from Philly

[Doug E.Fresh & Luke]
Where the party at?
(RIGHT HERE)
Where the party at?
(RIGHT HERE)
Where the party at?
(RIGHT HERE)
Where the party at?
(RIGHT HERE)
Booty makers put our hand in the air
Give it up now
Booty makers put our hand in the air
Give it up now
Booty makers put our hand in the air
Give it up now
Booty makers put our hand in the air
Give it up now
Come on

[Luke]
How ya makin young ladies scream and shout?
What ya do? (BUST HER OUT! BUST HER OUT!)
What ya do? (BUST HER OUT! BUST HER OUT!)
Aw man, and if she cries on the very next day
what ya do? (FREAK HER OUT! FREAK HER OUT!)
What what ya do (EAT HER OUUUUUT!)

[Doug E.Fresh]
Aaah buttnaked baby, get busy (uh uh)
A-buttnaked baby, get busy (uh uh)
A-buttnaked baby, get busy (uh uh)
A-buttnaked baby, a-get busy (uh uh)
Come on

Freak it out! Freak it out now!
Freak it out! Freak it out! Freak it out now! (Cali)
Freak it out! Freak it out now!
Freak it out! Freak it out! Freak it out now! (Detroit)
Freak it out! Freak it out now!
Freak it out! Freak it out! Freak it out now! (Miami)
Freak it out! Freak it out now!
Freak it out! Freak it out! Freak it out now! (Thru Texas)
Freak it out! Freak it out now!
Freak it out! Freak it out! Freak it out now! (Memphis)
Freak it out! Freak it out now!
Freak it out! Freak it out! Freak it out now! (Atlanta)
Pump it up! Pump it up now!
Pump it up, pump it up, pump it up now! (New York)
Pump it up! Pump it up now!
Pump it up, pump it up, pump-pump-pump it up! (Philly)
Pump it up! Pump it up now!
Pump it up, pump it up, pump it up now! (Carolina's)
Pump it up! Freak it out now!
Freak (freak) freak (freak) freak freak freak it out
Freak it out! Freak freak it out! (Come on now)
Freak freak freak freak it out! (no no no no)

[Luke yelling over Doug E.Fresh's "Freak it out!" chants]
Doug has now turned certified freak, he is freak
Give him his card
Doug, Doug has, he is now a certified freak, ladies and gentlemen
Thankyou, thankyou
This has been brought to you by Freaks Anonymous
and

I got a Daddy with the first name Suga
Sprinklin me with game, no I'm down for my booga
It's not a matter if you can catch a man it's can you keep a man
And keep on payin for the land
Daddy don't mind comin out the pocket
He aah, pleases my clit and he know how to rock it, ugh
He's hella down for his grippin, I can't train him
I'm lovin every man and others don't deserve this
You know that baller lean, that loves them sloppy scene
When back in the day he used to beat down dope fiends
Alias OG, original, he keeps his mug on me
And he's gotta straight extra nap and he keeps a fat sack
So aah, Daddy do that do that, doodoo dat dat dat ooh
Ladies can you feel me? I got my Daddy's back
like Bonnie & Clyde and you know that

Ladies can you feel me? You got yor Daddy's back?
(WHERE THEY AT? WHERE THEY AT WHERE THEY AT??)
And you know that
I know y'all can feel me, I got my Daddy's back
(WHERE THEY AT? WHERE THEY AT WHERE THEY AT??)
Now ladies over here, do you got your Daddy's back?
(WHERE THEY AT? WHERE THEY AT WHERE THEY AT??)
Cos Daddy's hella down and he keeps a fat sack
(WHERE THEY AT? WHERE THEY AT WHERE THEY AT??)

The mackin don't stop until the bridge drop
So ahh, don't player hate just, give him his props
You gotta mind somebody
and I ain't gotta problem with mindin my Suga Daddy
United we stand and together we fall
with the scratch and ball, we can all stand tall
Rockin, rollin, skatin and bouncin
I kill my ?lake and cloud? like it ain't no stoppin
My Daddy just called me and threw me a bird
A straight hustler, constantly puttin in work
Yeah much love to them BMW's
Black Man Working, they don't mind takin care of you
Treatin me like a queen cos I serves him like a king
You know what I mean?
I know y'all can feel me
One love to them Suga Daddies, ugh

Ladies can you feel me? You got yor Daddy's back?
(WHERE THEY AT? WHERE THEY AT WHERE THEY AT??)
I know y'all can feel me, I got my Daddy's back
(WHERE THEY AT? WHERE THEY AT WHERE THEY AT??)
All the ladies over here, do you got your Daddy's back?
(WHERE THEY AT? WHERE THEY AT WHERE THEY AT??)
They be hella poppin, do you got your Daddy's back?
(WHERE THEY AT? WHERE THEY AT WHERE THEY AT??)

I give my Daddy props cos he's aah, show stoppin
Worldwide gangsta in a gang of proppin
Down to drop his top, comin with some major plots
I got his back and he got mine and it means a lot
And when he swang his thang he says
"Suga, I love you, man", it's way cool
Bump with me, and ride to this beat
and get a dose of this Suga Daddy

They be hella poppin, do you got yor Daddy's back?
(WHERE THEY AT? WHERE THEY AT WHERE THEY AT??)
Always down to ride, do you got your Daddy's back?
(WHERE THEY AT? WHERE THEY AT WHERE THEY AT??)
Drop the top cos I got my Daddy's back
(WHERE THEY AT? WHERE THEY AT WHERE THEY AT??)
It be way cool cos I got my Daddy's back
(WHERE THEY AT? WHERE THEY AT WHERE THEY AT??)

It's twelve in the afternoon
Sunrays beamin through my room
Makin me so hot
The temperature's a hundred and two (one hundred and two)
Tell me what can I do
The whole week has been hectic
I gotta find somethin to do
I think I wanna get lifted

I've had so much stress on me
I feel like I need to get away
Even for a day
Gonna call my friends up and let them know
From late tonight to the break of dawn
There's a party goin on

Chorus:
(It's time) It is time
(Relax your mind) Relax your mind
(It's time)
(Relax your mind)
Get your forties and your blunts
Roll em anywhere you want
Let's get a session goin on so we can get on up

Now that I got you here everything is fine
Maxin and just relaxin, sippin on some red wine
I'm happy to see everyone
Ooooh, havin a good time
Don't let anything worry you
Just leave your troubles behind

I've had so much stress on me
I felt like I needed to get away
Even for a day
So I called my friends up to let them know
From the night until the break of dawn
There's a party goin on

Chorus:
(It's time)
(Relax your mind) Relax your mind
(It's time) Oh it's time
(Relax your mind)
Get your forties and your blunts
Roll em anywhere you want
Let's get a session goin on so we can get on up

Everything's fine
To the millions won't you come and swing
To Shaolin won't you come and swing
To the West Coast won't you come and swing
Everybody come and swing
To the East Coast come and swing

I've had so much stress on me
I felt like I needed to get away
Even for a day
So I called my friends up to let them know
So tonight until the break of dawn
There's a party goin on

Chorus:
(It's time) It's time
(Relax your mind)
(It's time)
(Relax your mind)
Get your forties and your blunts
Roll em anywhere you want
Let's get a session goin on so we can get on up

Get your forties and blunts
(It's time)
Get your forties and blunts (Relax your mind)
(It's time)
(Relax your mind)
Get your forties and your blunts
Roll em anywhere you want
Let's get a session goin on so we can get on up
(It's time)
(Relax your mind)
(It's time) It's time, it's time
(Relax your mind)
Get your forties and your blunts
Roll em anywhere you want
Let's get a session goin on so we can get on up

It's time, it's time to relax your mind
Come and swing
There's a party goin on
I have so much stress on me, so much stress on me
Get your forties and your blunts
Roll em anywhere you want
Let's get a session goin on so we can get on up

It's time, it's time
Get your forties and your blunts
Roll em anywhere you want
Let's get a session goin on so we can get on up

Source: Janis (janis@betatesters.com)

I know the day is dim
Chances may be slim
Hold on to what you believe, yeah
I know it hurts
In time sometimes you sit and cry
You gotta hold on to what you believe

1 - Trouble only lasts for a while
Joy's gonna come with the morning light
Into every life some rain must fall
But trials come to make us strong
2 - Hold, my brother don't give up
You just keep on hanging on, be strong
Hold, my sister, don't give in
You just keep the faith and you, will win
Don't give up

My mamma always said
Never to loose my head
When problems seem to surround me
So when my day gets bad
I think of what she said
And I take it to God in prayer

Repeat 1
Repeat 2
Repeat 2

Everybody say hang on
Don't give up
Hang on
Never give up

Repeat 1