No Sunshine .......... DMX

State to State (f/ Ja Rule) .......... Black Child

Gangsta Tears .......... Nas

We Got .......... Trick Daddy

Party .......... Sincere

It's On Me .......... Ideal

They Don't Fuck wit U .......... Three 6 Mafia

Walk With Me .......... Big Stan

1-2-3 .......... Memphis Bleek

Bust Your Gun .......... The Lox

Steady Grinding .......... Mack 10

Incense Burning .......... Playa

Off da Chain Daddy .......... Drag On

Hell Yeah (Remix) .......... Outsiderz 4 Life

Hey Ladies .......... Lady Luck

Fo' All Ya'll .......... Caviar

Dog 4 Life .......... Iceberg

It's dark and hell is hot

Ain't no sunshine when it's on
Only darkness every day
Ain't no sunshine when it's on
Cuz when its on, ya niggaz gonna be gone
Every time cuz we don't play

"Who turned out the lights?"
Is what niggaz be sayin'
Now you don't wanna fight
But ya niggaz be playin'
Thinkin' its alright keep playin with that road
And you gonna know the night
When you layin in that cold
Dirt gettin' tossed in your grave
Now it's all over
Preacher said "You was brave"
But now it's all over
You just one of the many, plenty I done gave it to
(*boom*) Ain't no savin 'you
No matter how many tears your moms' cried
Ain't gon bring your ass back
Plus in hell, you gon fry
Why? But now the only 2 releative questions
Is "Do we bury him or burn? Any suggestions?"
Either way, you up out of here for good
Now when niggaz mention you name
They knockin' on wood
Did I, get my, point across?
Another body on the shotte
Another joint I toss

[Chorus]
Ain't no sunshine when it's on
Only darkness every day
Ain't no sunshine when it's on
Cuz when its on, ya niggaz gonna be gone
Every time cuz we don't play [Repeat 4x]

There ain't no sunshine
When the Dark Man comes out
And I want mine
So I plan to keep my gun out
We got four 9's
So niggaz run in and run out
But I bust mine
Cuz I'd like to hear some shots
+Get At Me Dog+ niggaz know how its goin dizzy
When it comes to that flow, I gets busy
Who is he? Dark Man of the unknown
(GRRR ARF) One dog, one bone
Now who ain't goin home? Looks like you
You hear strike 1, talkin' shit, strike 2
Won't be a strike 3, cuz I don't play fair
I'ma look you in your eye
While he hit you from the rear
Be like "Yeah, holdin' you up cuz you fallin'"
The Lord ain't comin' till niggaz stop callin'
You was ballin' a minute ago
In it for dough
Till it was "Yo, I swear to God, I didnt know"

[Chorus]

And I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
Whatchu think you gon get
Fuck around with my dough
Just so it ain't no mistakes, this is my show
One (one) two (two) three (three) here I go
Your shit is quick and your shit is sleek
But this shit is thick and when you hear this shit
Damn right I can finish shit
If you caught that verse without a rewind you can see mine
But you be blind, i'll do it 360, come up from behind
Tap you on the shoulder, have you turnin' around
Hit you with somethin' that i'll have you burin' the ground
Be like "Damn ain't nothin' left of money, but a pile of ash"
Life is good, so please enjoy it, while it lasts
Cuz you know ain't got much longer to go
The quicker you go depends the stronger the flow
When niggaz know I don't give a FUCK, right or wrong
There ain't no sunshine when it's on

[Chorus]

[Ja Rule]
Fuck that, let's do it man, fuck that
Cock back on these niggas man
Fuck is wrong with these niggas
The fuck is wrong with y'all niggas

[Black Child & Ja Rule]
Yo, yo
New York City, this crime capital
It's right now, shit
When niggas'll blast when we have to
We'll match you nigga, a million or more
Let's throw the trunk with roar, uncut, let's go on world tour
In Maine, we was cookin up cocaine
Cash was coming fast, missed the midnight train
Fuck it, let's push the 600 down to Georgia
Got a good lawyer, and enough guns for you
Atlanta, GA, was like a holiday
In VA, getting high, fucking all day
The pressure was strenuous down in Texas
Bubble Lexus into mako, made my exit
Got on some next shit, let's get hectic in Arizona
Blew up a sport town, kinda looked like Corona
We sellin 3-5-7's with speed loaders
In Minnesota, in South and North Dakota
Nigga let's make these moves to Iowa
In the Acura TL, with a hundred thou' for bail, for real
From there we take it to Chi-town, acapo style
Dutches, white owls, moheads, crystal
Pistols get packed in Pennsylvania
Started a drug ring with liquid crack in containers
Ja they gettin high yo, in Ohio
I know, I-O go like indo and out a hoe
Let's hit the casino in Nevada
Las Vegas, pull a heist and make the news and newspapers
Then flee to Florida with Gloria from Istoria
In a Ford Explorer and her cousin Nora
Who work for me, put that extra key in her pussy
We let her push the 850 to Mississippi
Missouri, Montana, Wyoming, we zoning
Nebraska got em open, illegal transporting
Wisconsin, Colorado, Utah, Oregon
Let's wash in Washington and start this motherfuckin war again
It's on again in Boston, better get the fortune
And start forcing extortion for your portion
Cock back the porcelain make Michigan the murder state
From Wisconsin to Compton, regulate every state
North Carolina, South Carolina, doing drive-by's the black Pathfinders
That's the reminder for niggas who don't remember shit
All the dirt we did in Denver to get my niggas out the slammer
In Alabama, locked in Lousiana, enter in Indiana
On some Oklahoma bombing shit, Tony Montana shit
With predicates from Kansas to Connecticut
They worthy, like car thieves in Jersey
You lucky we let a nigga live in Kentucky
Fired two guys for two pies, and ported rocks lovely
Like my short time Maryland always carrying
Slangin raw for Marcus on the New Hamp shore
Fuck the law, we doin sticks down in Vermont
With the bullshit galore, with the broad in the front
Nigga please, I just bought wifey the 430
Now we sip Henessy in Tennessee and drive dirty
Headed to Hawaii getting high off Hawaiian
We heavy with the iron, first nigga move is dying motherfucker

Yo, yo
Nigga we go state to state
Nigga that's what's up
Rule and Black baby, we get it done
Come on, we go state to state
Nigga that's what's up
Rule and Black baby, we get it done
Come on

[Chorus 2X: Nas]
(I'm cryin gangsta tears) Only a few can feel my pain
(I'm cryin gangsta tears) Only if I could show you
(I'm cryin gangsta tears) Only if you was in this game
(I'm cryin gangsta tears) You'd feel the whirlwind blow you

[Nas]
My daily dose is ferocious
I smoke dope, just as strong as opium
Hopin I'm close to just breakin frustration;
speakin on podiums
Facin this cold world head-on, dead on arrivals
Young black, poor education guns crack
The gang violence done that
Nighttime, the guns blow, streets got snitches
dealers, bitches, killers and blunt smoke, clubs open
Benzes, Jeeps, dubs pokin out tires
Thugs with heat, pay security, to let them slide in
Huh, I'm at the corner driftin, sippin, Cognac
To' back, know dat soldiers is packin no secret
Though I'm broken hearted women done left me hopeless in darkness
Smokin, driftin in sickness, stand by oceans watch the sun glisten
I'm soul-searchin, I'm soul-hurtin
What happens when money don't make you happy
I wish this on no person
Ate at the classy places, made all my fashion statements
I got no friends I'm lonely, don't want no pity save it

[Chorus]

[Nas]
Yo, ride in the nighttime, I'm high, got on my flight suit
Hood with the night sign, dark colors on
Pull up the block my brother's on
I hug him and we blow trees (sup nigga?) Scopin for police
Guns on our hip, fiends want a fix, stumblin tricks (right here)
We left the drug game alone
Brothers is jealous cause we still call the hood our home
What could you tell us?
At funerals my eyes swell up (damn)
Look at my dog lay in the casket
Twin shotgun barrels had blasted
And rest in peace for him, is all I could whisper
as I paid respect, kissed his face and felt hard skin
It's part of God's plan, but why so many niggaz have to die?
It's crowded in this place, let the priest and pastor by
Bandana covers my eye, I'm scopin through the room
I see killers and thieves, mob bosses and goons
And yet I feel responsible when my nigga's pronounced dead
inside the hospital, I wish there's somethin I could do, but..

[Chorus]

[Chorus: J.V.]
We Got,
Mo' hoes (mo' hoes) mo' dank (mo' dank)
Mo' cheese in the bank, mo' rank
My dawgs on dubs, yours aint
My dawgs do whateva, yours cain't

[J.V.]
That's right (that's right) that's us
Trina, JV, Trina, Tre+
Hit the club, slide through on dubs
Back to back ride through like what
Still goin, po'in hennessey
The best thing showin, blowin, remember me?
J to the dot straight to the top
We the shit for real other niggas play hot

[Money Mark]
To all the young hoes, I love ya fo'
Who let me take 'em to the house, get 'em loose, let 'em go
On the ?? so I guess I gotta love 'em though
But I'm a P I m p, so you know I dont love these hoes
And I, don't see 'em, (don't see 'em), won't be 'em
Won't be buyin' no hoes Benz's or Benz
No mo' diggin in Money Mark ??
I'm a Slip-N-Slide nigga and I straight dont see 'em

[Chorus 2X]

[Trick Daddy]
Yo T-double D doin' amazing thangs
And have you bitches around sayin', Why you say them things?
Cuz I'm a T-H-U double G-G
Wherever I go, you bitches you love me
Whether an LP, uh, a remix
The only thing I'm a spit is G' shit
Specialize in fuckin' and gettin' head
?? wanna pay for riches for head
Of a, ass hoe, that mack hoe
The truth of the matter fact, a slapped hoe
Beaten back ?? and hoodrat hoes
I like them slim and po'
No fat hoes
If I, had a penny for every bitch I get
I'd be a young raw nigga with a platinum dick
Ride around town with the platinum shit
Spittin' all these gangsta platinum hits

[Chorus 2X]

[Trina]
Ms. Trina, Ms. Drama
Diamond princesses got the mama
Stacken that bread, plenty dolla's
Drop it, pop it, Fendi colla's
Chart toppin', hit droppin'
Ain't no stoppin' the champane from poppin'
I'm finna bring a Grammy home to Miami
Purple see ok, drop candy
Twenty Inches, dipped in the chrome
Lil mama thick to the bone
When the last time you seen a bitch like this
Come into the game and get rich like this
A bitch that make hit after hit like this
Icy from a anklet to the wrist with
Mo' mansions, mo' yachts
Slip-N-Slide got the bottom on lock

[Chorus 2X]

Buddy you cant be serious man...
[Timbaland]
All my ladies put up your vaseline
This a party not a contest or a fight scene
Come here baby wont you lick up on this ice cream
Come here baby wont you get with this
A team
Cause we got plenty of bling, plenty of cars
Plenty of things, and honey we all stars (huh)
See I got the game, the game don't got me
See I got the fame, the fame don't got me
Why you had to leave me this way
I love you till this day
All I wanna see is big booties and big titties and all sexy lingerie
You don't like me, you can go to hell
But I'm with five chicks, sippin zippindale
Laid up in the four seasons hotel
All my dawgs finished, let me hear ya yell

[Chorus]
Girls, show your draws, cause its a party up in here
Fellas, oh yo, lets make this whole room clear
Girls, show your draws, cause its a party up in here
Fellas, oh yo, lets make this whole room clear

[Sincere]
Girls drop your draws for the whips and the chum
It's just sin the don, molesting your thong
I'm aroused spit the pound, get em around
Gave her numbers to dial, now I'm all on the prowl
Made a red bowl well known
Left my head blown like so hard, oh god
She's a actress, I need prophylactics
Ran to the store, I cant go wrong
Do I want more like clear to one head
Spread your legs on my Versace bed spread
My wrist bricked up see the ice on my arm
Need two parking lots to park my car
I'ma star, play the bar here's a tip
Girl move your hips, put this between your tits
Buddy its a hit when I came in the door
And I said it before I wanna see draws

[Chorus]

Girls, show your draws, cause its a party up in here
Fellas oh yo, lets make this whole room clear
Girls, show your draws, cause its a party up in here
Fellas oh yo, lets make this whole room clear

[Sincere]
I spit amazing, hot when I rap
I only spend stacks, cause baby got back
Shake that ass, and do what you wanna
Hoes run on me like I'm the number one stunna
When I walk in they started the stalkin
But let me mention, I like the attention
Grab they extension, and make that coochie pop
Shake it don't stop, drop it like its hot
Whisper in her ear, I got the big T.I.P.
You gotta do more than whatchu do in V.I.P.
Grab it, and shake it, and lick it around
If you do it kinda proper
I might stick around
Slow down, hoe down, woe now
It's feelin good
Next day, guess who's on my two way
Janet Jackson, time for action

[Chorus (2x)]

Girls, show your draws, cause its a party up in here
Fellas oh yo, lets make this whole room clear
Girls, show your draws, cause its a party up in here
Fellas oh yo, lets make this whole room clear

Ou Ou Ou Ouooo

Ou Ou Ou Ouooo

[1]
It's On Me
The ride and the Lexin'
On 23s
It's On me
The trip to malls
so you can buy a few things
It's On me
The bottles of champagne
While we eat
It's on me
???

Chorus: x2
How do you want it
I got it
Come get it ??
Tonight it's on me
How do you like it
?? I'll find it
don't try to fight it
Tonight it's on me

[2]
It's on me
The bubbles in the bath??
You just relax
It's on me
?? with my hands while
I massage your back
Have you ever had a man
Making love to you
And you say no more
It's on me
The love and ??
Down to the floor

Chorus: x2

Break:
I don't ?? properties

Chorus: x3

It's On Me

It's On Me

It's On Me

Tonight It's On Me

Chorus: Repeat till end

Typed by: Sekzclusive@aol.com

(DJ Paul) [Intro Repeat 2X]
Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate
Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate

(DJ Paul) [Verse 1]
I grab my swatter I swat this bug, he laid to rest
Fuckin' wit T-R-I-P-L, E-S-I-X
Niggaz be talkin' but in the end I like fuck 'em up
In the beginnin' they could've survived but they had no nuts
Bitch where you graduated from, I said a school of hoe-in'
Cuz in yo face, off in the streets aint nothin' but hoe is showin'
Too fuckin' light, too fuckin' light to try to fight
Stick you with knives, shoot you with - nines and take yo life

[Verse 2] (Juicy J)
Yea we know you niggaz are fuckin' scared cuz we don't play around
Never wanna step cuz Three 6 Mafia put you in the ground
People say you buck but we all know that's just that liquor bro
Niggaz swear you hype but all that hyper is from hittin' that snow
If a member call me then I'm gonna pack my yawks and roll
Ride down on yo block and close up shop and leave yo body cold
Foo this ain't no game so tuck ya chain and coward hide yo grill
High cappin' and dissin' in yo rappin' just might get ya killed

(Chorus 2X)
They don't fuck wit you like ya fucked with them
Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no friends
Now its time to get the strap and go and do they ass in

[Verse 3] (Project Pat)
Whachu doin' round hea? My nigga I gotta get ya
Fresh outta jail-ie, my mind on bailin', so I split ya
Head to the meet-ie, give to the needy so fuck the rest
No understandin', Projects the greedy, ya could be next
I'm robbin' victims with of the face of a ???
No hesitatin', I come out buckin' so watch the nine
Off in East Memphis transactin' bizness I know you straight
I'm buckin' you fakers who ain't got cheese, the ones I hate

[Verse 4] (Lord Infamous)
Could it be me, could it be somethin' in the fuckin' air
Im seein' niggaz, them niggaz bodies flyin' everywhere
You wanna know if the Lord is mackin' or a fuckin' player
I'm keepin' all of you muthafuckas in my fuckin' prayers
Everywhere that I go I'm gettin' all these evil stares
I'm sick of all of these hatin' muthafuckas in my hair
All in my bizness, God is my witness I don't even care
Cause all you bitches you get the *blaah* died hell yeah

Repeat Chorus 2X

[Verse 5] (Koopsta Knicca)
Deep deep in them trenches of Memphis where I'm seriously pimpin'
Da Koopsta da Knicca breakin' mo bitches than London got bridges
Send this to you niggas so you besta listen well
Touch me and you'll die see you can burn wit me in hell
This hi-zo gi-zo-zy iz-I for you niggas that've lost it
Spl-izat yi-zo iz-ass, will ??? off it
Call Chris mane, shit dump 'em in a ditch
Witness this wicked bit whipped up outta the Six riders

[Verse 6] (Crunchy Blac)
My nigga CB he be back out here on these bricks again
He kickin' in doors, he lookin' for him some dividends
He kidnappin' hoes so he can make him some money mane
And fuckin' wit him is like fuckin' wit somethin' different
Ya gotta be tough, nigga ya gotta be rough
Like ash to ash nigga, and dust to dust
In gats we trust nigga, it really ain't much nigga
Cuz talkin' to us nigga, we blowin' ya up

Repeat Chorus 2X

(Til fade)
I'm smoked out, snorted out, drunken and I'm blown

[DMX]
Sometimes I will take my brother by the arm
Other times I will take my brother by the shoulder
Then there are times I will take my brother by the neck
Any way I touch you, walk with me..

Uhh.. uhh.. uhh.. GRRRRR
This ain't the way it's supposed to be (B.S.!)
This ain't the way it's supposed to be (off that bloodline thang)
This ain't the way it's supposed to be!
This ain't the way, shit is supposed to be!!

[Big Stan]
Now I done seen the streets turned into a beast with sharp teeth
Put claws in the strong and just devour the weak
Make them proud niggaz humble (uh-huh)
Then turn around and make them loud niggaz mumble (uh-huh)
In the jungle I done seen niggaz voted "Most likely to win"
lose it all at the end of a stem; what a lame (uhh)
Friends killin friends for paper, what a shame (uhh)
And everybody thinkin they players, what a game (damn)
I done seen this whole shit change
Looked again and realized that ain't shit changed (WHAT?!)
Except the fact that I'm a grown man now (uhh) standin on my own two
Used to hate guns, now a nigga own two (C'MON!)
Twin glocks for cops and use I promise to
I ain't goin out like Amadou, you know what I'ma do (AIGHT?)
So sit back and try to visualize if you can
All the stories of a wise man - walk with me

[Chorus: DMX]
Look at my life.. look at how I live
Look at what I go through.. so what I've got to give (THIS IS IT!!)
Look at my li-ife.. look at how I live
Look at what I go through.. so what I've got to give (THIS IS IT!!)

[Big Stan]
(My nigga!)
Now I've done seen life play jokes with death as a punchline
In a world with no hope, struggle to get mine
I was raised in a time of regret and bad news (uh-huh)
So I was taught my values by bad dudes (uhh)
Hustlers and killers.. they taught me wrong from right
Told me everything that's wrong is right, like
Hoppin a train, poppin the thang
And havin hot blocks poppin with 'caine, lockin the game (C'MON!!)
And the more shit, change, the more it's the same
And the more you try to get rid of it, the more it remains
You remember when the kid's dream to get to the top
was bein doctors, firemen, even the cops?
Look at the kids now, lost, no hope
To get ahead they plan to rap, play ball, or sell dope (ooooh)
And if you thinkin we the problem you wrong
A generation died at the same time our fathers was born

[Chorus]

[Big Stan]
I've seen a broken home influence a good kid to go bad
Cause boys with sane minds to go mad (uhh)
And young girls to lose they innocence so fast
And so often the results are so sad
Losin her skirt, don't even know what flirt means
So a baby's poppin up with a baby at thirteen (damn)
A few years, she tried to settle down with her man
Tried to stop fuckin all them other niggaz and can't
Though she want to, the curse got her doin this dirt
Cause she saw mommy do it whenever daddy went to work (damn)
And it hurts, I know the pain call it the truth
Bad parents are destroyin the youth, I been there (WHAT?!)
I've watched men beat on my mother my whole life
So when I hit my baby mother I thought it was alright (NO!!!)
Maybe if I woke up and them niggaz was gone
I woulda knew that all the hittin was wrong, talk to me

[Chorus - 2X]

[DMX]
My niggaz
This, is, for my niggaz
This, is, for my niggaz
This, is, for my niggaz
This right here?! Is for my niggaz
B.S. baby! Uh-huh, uhh
Bloodline, bloodline, bloodline!
All my dogs, off the motherfuckin chain!
Arf, arf, arf, arf, arf-arf, ya heard?
Bitch ass nigga (bitch ass nigga!)
Iceberg, hoo, B.K.! Ali X! St. Claire! Jinx!

[repeat 3X]
To stick a nigga with -- ryde or die
It's just as easy as -- one two three

Geah, to stick a nigga with -- ryde or die

[Memphis Bleek]
Aiyyo, aiyyo..
I puts it down for my niggaz with them glocks and things
That make a nigga stop, drop his watch and chain
I'm here now and I quote, get ya pad and take notes
This as easy as it get, better than baggin up dope
Rule one you need a gun, and a box of shells
Ski-mask recommended unless you ready for jail
Keep a knife, in case he get hero and grab the gun
And while you tusslin, use the knife to puncture a lung
Rule two, and every killer knows this one
You throw the drop on a thug better check him for his gun
Cause we all hold heat, we all don't sleep
We all know rule three, you play, play to keep
Rule four - a team ain't neceSsary but it helps
You probably could stick a bank.. spot, or sum'in else
I'd rather do it myself, and stack my cash
Don't need nuttin or no one else cause this game don't last
Nigga.. -- one two three
To stick a nigga with -- ryde or die

[repeat 3X]
It's just as easy as -- one two three
To stick a nigga with -- ryde or die

[Memphis Bleek]
Geah, aiyyo
Aiyyo this one's for my niggaz who will rob anybody
You know how the game go, long black shotty
I catch you in your Range Ro', you and your hottie
I'm hungry you ain't know? I stuck who supplied me
The fifth rule, a bitch could get it too
These streets watch me, so I gotta get at you
I watch y'all, in y'all P-rada and Gucci
You see bleek, camoflauged with a uzi
I take a nice rock that your man might have copped
Or your light pink face Rol', bitch you ain't know?
The sixth rule, what we do, we don't regret it
I don't make a shorty wifey and, fuck up her credit
Then rule seven come to play, food stamps come today
You ain't shoppin, I got shit on lay-away
Peep my game and feel my pain
A lot of niggaz gettin wet when Bleek start to rain
Motherfucker.. -- one two three
To stick a nigga with -- ryde or die

[repeat 3X]
It's just as easy as -- one two three
To stick a nigga with -- ryde or die

[Memphis Bleek]
Aiyyo..
Whoever be out shinin then this one's for you
All that flossin, better take caution top
Cause once you slip, rule eight, facin the fifth
Takin your cake, takin your jewels, takin your bricks
And your wallet with your Amex cards and baby pictures
Ya ID, leave you stuck like, "Why me?"
And rule nine, we don't touch no kids
We after your guardian shit, so pardon the kid
I get grimy, nigga I take ya weed and your blunt
The keys to your V, your rings and your fronts
Now who want what? Tenth rule you still stuck
The game ain't changed, just I don't give a fuck nigga

-- one two three
-- ryde or die
-- one two three
[M] Yeah, niggaz know
-- ryde or die
[M] How the motherfuckin streets go
-- one two three
[M] Coming of Age Records nigga
-- ryde or die
[M] The Understanding, hit'n'run for y'all bastards
-- one two three
[M] We gettin anybody and everybody who look pretty shinin
-- ryde or die
[M] thinkin it's sweet
-- one two three
[M] Like these streets ain't gon' getcha
-- ryde or die
[M] I take everything MOTHERFUCKER
-- one two three
[M] Yeah
-- ryde or die
-- one two three
-- ryde or die
-- one two three
-- ryde or die

shit is crazy.. can't believe it
ha, haha, oooh, shit

we don't give a fuck about you frostin' ya hand (fuck),
cause knockin' off these bricks then often yo' man
that's the kinda boss that I am (why not),
and i'ma play shotgun, smoke the pores make a van
hollarin' at you so deep and so sick wit' the guns
when I walk by the wake I want the cough in the stand (stand up)
so hold up for one minute (what)
you won't catch me in the tub, in the whip,
or the club without a gun in it,
and don't come through the strip,
lookin' hard in the car, with ya motherfuckin' daughter and ya son in it
lately I been missin' my fred, the roof pop (too hot),
but feel me cause he hittin' the stairs, the truth pop
niggaz think this album cuts (haha!)
i'm like fuck it, i'm the nigga comin through the door wit two revolvers up (two 'em),
and i'm takin' all drama,
and I spent twenty thou' motherfucker so I just got more problems

[chorus]
you got'sta bust yo' gun,
cause if you don't then niggaz know you won't they gon' touch yo' ones
got'sta bend yo' knife,
cause if you don't then niggaz know you won't they gon' change yo' life

aiyyo, who gotta my name huh?
who think it's a fuckin' game (c'mon)
like yo' money can't be found under the cane (y'know)
like yo' body can't be found under the trains
like this punk we'll shatter apart your brain (bla!)
i'ma thug wit' no scars, and no braids,
but I could aim, and shoot through the heart or your shades
i'm too row, plus too quick on the gat (uh-huh)
hate water, but I leave you wit' a wills play-back
i don't give a fuck if all y'all go to the cops,
and I don't give a fuck if none of y'all gimmie my props
i got shit in my name and my credit is worse
what's to stop me from shootin' you first? fuck you! (haha)
i'm like tattoos, you forget that i'm there (uh-huh)
to the gun fire perm your hair
miss you, and go strait through your moms rockin' chair,
through her back and it ain't stopin' there!

[chorus - 2x]

bounce my niggaz.. c'mon
sheek and s.p., rock, rock on (c'mon)
bust shots 'til your glock can't pop no more (hahaha)
let it down 'til your top can't drop no more (uh-huh)
hit you up 'til your spirit where the eagles fly (c'mon)
talk to me, if you really come back then you'll die (c'mon)
make me believe, no shirt but still got some shit up my sleeve
no asthma, makin' it hard to breathe
let's go, aiyyo styles take this motherfuckin' mic from me, c'mon

aight.. aiyyo, p'll tell it like story, just like a narrator
ya don't mean it, we snappin' it like the aligators
open ya eyes so you can see what the drama mean
i hit ya man in the cheek wit' a barber blade,
and i'm in the first floot at the (?) parade
forty on the weights wit' a fifty on the garcarade
always got the route, never had the heart to beg
you ain't seein' shit 'til a slug rip a part'a head

[chorus - 4x]

[Verse 1: Baby]
Mack 10 said he got it and he servin fo' six
But I'm the bird man nigga, need to score some shit
I need a warehouse full, with pets, riders
and bulls couple of chopper, mack 11, and some Hot Boy Hood
My Lil' Bitch Kisha said she hit the mall, bought some goods
She gone bring it straight to daddy, break her off with the wood
The beauty shop stay poppin', cause this zones keep rockin
And my phone keep plunckin', cause these hoez keep jockin
Just bought a new six with bra-less kit
Put me on the floor two nines in my hip
The reason the drought is cause the feds done bust' my ship
Got a crew of head busters that will split your shit
Got a old and young bitch that'll take that trick
Hit the streets, with that work 400 a zip
Gave my nigga ?? car go break them bricks
Go flood that magnoila cause I want that bitch
KC take this glock, make will of the spot
Tanto, Tito and Wap ya'll hug the block
And we gon tell the police, this this where money be clocked
And they can suck a nigga dick cause the hustle dont stop

[Hook: Juvenile & Lil' Wayne]
[Juve]
You could beg shorty, you could keep it dirty
You could flip a birdy , you could cut it and serve it
And I keep it real, and I play the field
And I know when to deal, and I know when to kill

[Wayne]
And I flip the guns, when I collect the funds
And I make all the ones, and I can play the drums
You could hang in a jungle, you could push them bundles
You could drive a Bentley, you could drive a Hummer

[Verse 2: Turk]
Look Nigga know that I got that work
So he plottin' and watchin' try to see when I'm gone
So he could break in my housin
I'm a bake a cake for 'im, make 'im think I'm out of town
I know he's here hustlin' I want my monkey talkin loud tellin' my round
I'll be there pick me up from the port
On my way to Nashville, 10 bricks I'm goin to score
Probably get a lil' dope, cause that dope make more money 20 dollars for a
bag
half a gram for 100
This nigga just don't know
I'm on top of my game
Should have keep it to himself but instead he told Elaine
That I'ma get that nigga Turk
So I got to bust his brains
Cause if I let that nigga slide than he gon' try to do it again
So I gotta handle that mind
get rid of the bitch quick
Bust him up fast throw him in a lake and spilt
Jack who, take what, from who, not me
Get a bullet in your head and leave that ass in the streets

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Mack 10]
From Atlanta the drive-bys low ridin and shit talkin'
Sherm smokin, crack, sellin'
Blood and Cripp walkin
Mack One-0's the name nigga
Hustlin' is my thang nigga CMR and West Side
Who Bang is the game nigga
Recognize a G in me, off top we wig-splitters
Young and Thuggin' like Turk and them head bustin' niggas check it
I like the funk and shoot first is what they tell me
And no matter what it cost Slim and Baby gon bail me
I fight all my murder and dope cases from the bricks
Known and loved by every hoochie, bitch, and project chick
Cause I floss ice and buy crack at the boss price
And I been fucked and sucked by all my hoez at least twice
I'm reppin killah Cali, but down with them south niggas
U know, them uptown gold and platinum mouth niggas
Mack stay cockin' low, and down to ride for the cause
We keep it crackin' from Crenshaw to the Mardi gras
Chicken Hoez, game affiliated and drung related
I'm a drop-top Bentley pushin nigga with my crop braided
From the feet up G'd up is my everyday behavior
A million dollar nigga, still ride in Chuck Taylor's
The fans worse then them jackers, try to keep me in sight
Gotta take backstreets and alleys to get home every night
Mack is to much of a rider
I could never be a sucker
I'ma ball till I fall and keep it gangster as a motherfucker

[Hook]

texttext

Uhh
Step up
Drag-On
Uhh

[Drag-On]
Look look look look
I don't mean to sound blunt, can I hit 'em up
I ain't the one to play baby he did to her
I ain't the one to get the kitty cat kitten smashed
You Drag quick to bare men huh
Yeah I told I did when I did it huh
How many of y'all mommies y'all think I can fit in my car
Only two wit a GT no body guard
not a wide body keep the chick body wide
Brought me everything brought my shoes I MEAN THAT
Keep the pretty mommies like ANGIE MARTINEZ
Yo my people yo we out where the PARTY AT?
Break a chick then I'm like WHERE THE CAR KEYS AT?
PARK ME BACK
Left for the shit like CAN I HOLD THAT?
Let the cat get one more dance before I get in the pants
She come up "where the dough at"?
And that's right here
Look look look at shorty right there
Wit that blonde hair whippin wit the night airs
YEAH
You know Drag hit the pipe there
YEAH
All I did was ask her she said YEAH
No fair, it was too easy
It was too sleezy
Eigther you wet, or this rubber to greasy
That's how I like it make dog feel SQUEEZY
Any number you wanna call you can REACH ME
I'm like an aparment you can LEASE ME
Y'all might as well call me a POLICEMAN
The way I keep the puss locked in my PRECENT
Passenger seat I keep somethin DECENT
Drop the top and let her do the BREEZIN
But I'm not hearin it
I leave you wit a question mark and you on your period

[chorus: Aja]
You off da chain daddy
You awfully freaky boy
You wanna do it from the front daddy?
Ooo well I like it from the back boy
You wanna do it from the side daddy?
Get on top Ruff Ryde boy
You off da chain daddy
You awfully freaky boy
Come on
When you want me come get me I'll be easy daddy
But-but wait I'm on fire, you so freaky boy
Don't hold back got contact
Get Ruff and ready daddy
I can't wait got me ache
So Drag come onnnnn!!

[Drag-On]
Look look look look
Yo mommie wanna get wit this
With y'all I play it safe
I wear a red hat like Limp Bizkit
I don't even put it back I just put it right on the tip
Jump right on the hips
Everybody wanna count Drag-On chips
Instead of chunk chuggas count the own chips
Cab? please I might know you in my whip
But don't it come wit that shit got a passenger seat (HAA-HAA!!)
Mommie wanna fight, we can thump we can thump
Then I throw my Hammer like Pumps and a Bump
Love how ya look to the dome to the dome
Gotta big truck we can poppin the trunk
Mommie wanna ask me why I'm so quick to slide a chick
Listen it might sound STUPID
But the reason why this star and handsome cat keep ya pants on
Cause the sides to big
Ya feel me?
You don't really wanna try this kid, Ya feel me?
Cause you know I got shots to give, ya feel me?
Look at the ass on honey, look look at shorty
She know I keep the cash money like Woo-Woodie
Duck dodge you know Double R give a chick a Ruff Ryde
When she come home
We got ya wind dome pullin off right outside
In my ride (In my ride)

[chorus]

[Drag-On & (Aja)]
Look look look look
Look at shorty mean booty
Yeah I keep 'em in the kitchen so I keep on skates like Tootie
And I love it when they through it in my face
In the night the groupie
But they still wanna do me
Chick could have fooled me
How the hell you a professional the first time?
You ain't come yet?
O well I came to win
You gonna come when I come back again
I'm back again
I tell you like Schwarzenegger "I'll be back" to pound ya back
Now mommie tell me how you like the sound of that?
Like when I hit it like (HMMM!!)
Now did I hit it right (YEAH!)
When I flip her over then I truck her like (DAMN!)
Well that's too tight
So the I flip her back over tear a back boner
Mommie might need a back doner

[chorus 2x]

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[Redman] Yo yo..

[Chorus 2X: Redman and Lady Luck]
[R] HEY LADIEEEES!!
[L] Luck's the name
[L] Stay a-bove the game, for ones bust them thangs
[R] HEY LADIEEEES!!
[L] Yo, you niggaz can't stop me
[L] This chick is cocky with the big body papi bought me

[Lady Luck]
Nigga I be, that chick that'll brawl with a dude
Strut around nose up with a attitude
Flaunt jewels, haunt crews, Luck is bad news
Pull 'em out a tool, show ya what a MAC'll do
Aim for your North Face coat
Or put three up in your small face and a couple up in your throat
Far from a joke, AND it's that time of the month
My niggaz came to the party drunk, gettin it crunk
They say it's, type foul how I look at life now
Slumped in the drop with a loaded ri-fle
Type wild, lifestyle, dizzy off Cris-tal
Talk with a lisp now, walk with a limp now
MUST be a pit now, I'm always with my man
Grand in my hand just signed to Def Jam
Along with Nia Long lookin for "The Best Man"
Lay up in the wet sands when not in the 'luxe Land
Nigga uhh

[Redman] Yo yo..

[Chorus]

[Lady Luck]
You heard the flow's lava
and little momma spit it hotter than the enchilada
Foot to the floor, whip the Jag like a stunt driver {*SCREEE!*}
The glock right beside her
And Shannon Scholar follow and we came to lock the block up
You heard "blaka blaka" coward get your coke and rocks up
Somebody call the cops up, need vice squad to stop up
Doin a buck-thirty zone in a big poppa
How I look; fallin in love and then Luck get knocked up?
I need a brolic nigga (uhh) hydraulic nigga (uhh)
Swervin from the feds, ridin coke pilin nigga
I'm never silent nigga, Luck get kinda violent nigga
The type to snatch you out your car and take your wallet nigga
(Get outta there!) I roll with cuz-ons, fam get your thug on
(Why not?) Type to beat a nigga down if he mug wrong
Every time, Luck mix coke in every line
And stop askin nigga yeah I write my own rhymes

[Redman] Yo yo..

[Chorus]

[Lady Luck]
Nigga I be, that chick that have you eatin through an IV
{*beep, beep, FLATLINE*} You cowards try me I'll let the slugs fly free
Where the rocks be? Where the jocks be?
You grab a glock and let it pop if you gon' stop me
I'm probably hot, the Goddess in here
Better spit your hardest this year, I'm starvin this year
Regardless who here, Luck gon' murder the flow
You broke-ass niggaz act like you allergic to dough
Never get none nigga let your lip run
And watch my clique come, cock back and spit one (blaow!)
Move smoother than the juices when my clit cum (uhh)
And every time I rock, watch my pockets thick-en
Y'all ride dick on any cat that can buy the P-rada
and scatter my motto why bother when Luck about dollars
Female rap Tony Montana bubble like saunas
Bring the armor make your block look like a tiny Pearl Harbor
You wants no drama

[Redman] Yo yo..

[Chorus]

[Chorus - 1/2X]

[Redman]
HEY LADIEEEES!! Yo wild
Wild the fuck out (wild the fuck out)
Dumb the fuck out (dumb the fuck out)
HEY LADIEEEES!! Yo wild
Wild the fuck out (wild the fuck out)
Dumb the fuck out (dumb the fuck out)
HEY LADIEEEES!! Yo wild
Wild the fuck out (wild the fuck out)
Dumb the fuck out (dumb the fuck out)
HEY LADIEEEES!! Yo wild
Wild the fuck out (wild the fuck out)
Dumb the fuck out (dumb the fuck out)

[Lady Luck]
Luck's the name
Stay a-bove the game, for ones bust them thangs
Yo, you niggaz can't stop me
This chick is cocky with the big body papi bought me

Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash

{All y'all haters..}
[WC] Yeah.. what's crackin ni'a?
[WC] What's crackin ni'a?
{All y'all haters..}
[WC] Dub C.. connected with my homeboy Cavi'
{All y'all haters gon' talk to this..}
[WC] Y'all know what time it is
[WC] Straight out the womb homey
{All y'all haters..}
[WC] I got a question; and it goes like this

[WC]
The question at hand - is how should I bang these, slang these
Get 'em all to pullin out them hankies (uh-huh)
Flip a cup to this, click it, load it up and bust to this
Kick up dust to this, bust a U lay chalk to this to walk to this
Stick you, hit you with one whistle {*whistling*} (ONE!)
It's that rag hot twist doe (uh-huh) anti-disco (uh-huh)
Long time, long see
But we gon' put this rider car back together
but gangsta's how it's gon' be (ni'a!)
Stand up, nigga throw yo' hands up
Wipe it off, crack it open loc' and turn the can up
It's that G from the heart known for creepin in the dark
And like Cyrus fool, I'm callin a meetin in the park (ni'a!)
In Broughams and khakis, hoppin out the two-thousand-and-two Caddy
Loc' it's Dub C and Cavi
Cast it up, nigga smoke to this, gangstas dog and loc' to this
Real niggaz roll to this

[Chorus: *sung*]
All y'all haters gon' talk to this
And all real gangstas gon' walk to this
Cause all true players gon' mack to this
Bump a rack to this, you know clap to this
Cause some of y'all niggaz can't play the game
Cause some of y'all niggaz can't do the thang
Cause half of y'all niggaz is scared of fame
We chase the dreams and fulfill the game

[Caviar]
Catch me in this MC or catch me in a double-R
G'd up and star (who is you?) Caviar
Cold ass nigga when it comes to my chippers
I'm nutty as a Snicker when it comes to legal tender
Currency collector, bring it back now selector
Catch a lick slippin and I'm quick to intercept her
Cash like a pass, mash to keep it comin
Mr. Keep-A-Fat-Knot, I'm always up to somethin
To get another tizzack, I bet the new llizzac
be on chrome feet, TV's with beat
Matchin (?) do's with the PS2's
Smokin Kervorkian, sippin VS2
(Fo' sha') Big dollars, Impalas
Caviar got that bombay holla (oooh-ooh!)
Haters hate to this, and lowriders scrape to this
And all my real riders bounce rock skate to this

[Chorus]

[WC]
Ghetto glamour, rolled up with my thumb on my hammer (clik clak)
Lookin like I'm dealin with mo' snow than Santa
Chronic in my lungs nigga, ice on my neck
Twenty-two's on my truck, niggaz after my deck (bump bump)
Dank I need it to mash but it's time to ride
And for my niggaz incarcerated I grind and push this line (ni'a)
Sip malt liquor twist braids straight bankin
G'd up and fo' all y'all I'ma stay swangin

[Caviar]
Oh yeah, you know we stay on that gangsta page
Golf hats, Romeos, twelve gauge and braids
O.T. trips, cutties with Euro clips
Keep 'em smokin Gladys Knight with the E on the Pip
Dip with new fits and whips so we can twist
like Daytons, got my revenue stop hatin
In the paint Cavi' go hard on y'all
Boss ballin y'all, this fo' all y'all ni'a

[Chorus]

{All y'all haters..}
[WC] What's crackin? Dub C and Cavi
{All y'all haters..}
[WC] Fort Knox, bandanna swangin collab'
[WC] Y'all know what time it is
{All y'all haters gon' talk to this..}
[WC] Heh heh, yeah, Exit Wounds, Exit Wounds
{All y'all haters..}
[WC] Puttin in work, Fort Knox
{All y'all haters..}
[WC] Real shit, can't fuck with it
{All y'all haters..}
[WC] Stuck with it.. nigga, what's crackin?
{All y'all haters gon' talk to this..}
[WC] Yeah..
{All y'all haters..}
[WC] Y'know!

"Definition, villain!" -> MC Ren {*scratched*}

{*ad lib singing and scratching "Gangsta Gangsta" to fade*}

[Iceberg]
Uh-huh, yo.. (dog, that's my man)
Uh-huh, I'm back (y'all ready?)
Can y'all hear me? Uh-huh
Yo.. (y'all ready?)
Ice, berg.. (hit 'em hard) I got 'em.. (hit 'em hard)
Uh-huh, uhh.. (hit 'em hard)
Uhh.. c'mon!

[Iceberg]
It's funny how I use to serve on the block with grams
Now I'm rollin with the dog cause (that's my man)
And these cats stay frontin with, somethin to prove
That's why I stay away from dudes with, nothin to lose
So the only dogs I roll with, off da leash
Off the streets, with bodies by Dawson's Creek
Cause I always did things, ahead of my time
Lead in my nine, throw it in ya head and ya spine
Y'all could never really imagine all the dirt that I did
Tellin me I ain't a man, but I know I ain't a kid
Sayin lyrics that I spit ain't, teachin the youth
But you should do you cause I'm speakin the truth
Now I'm a lil' older but I'm still collectin my bones
Even though I'm sixteen I'm still holdin my own
Talk bout I best X.. (blood line!)
Shouldn't mess with my, dogs, cause I love mine

[Chorus: Iceberg]
The streets keep callin me..
Tellin me stay on the block don't get a job dog hustle and rob
And it's hard to be..
Not able to think about it
Know that this money I need I can't even drink without it
When all I see..
It's my life, yo' life, goin trife from the bad advice
It's the dog in me..
That's chewin out ya bad line, whenever you past the scratch line

[Iceberg]
See y'all think cause I'm a young guy, that I won't let them guns fly
Runnin in the streets from the one time
Who ever thought I'd get with my idol
I'm not a shorty no more, I done switched my title
to the real me - a grown man in a small body
I'm the illest young dog and the rest of y'all copies (uh-huh)
And if another cat tell me that I'm good for a shorty
Show 'em that I'm good with a forty, cal'
Dog - blaow - is you feelin me now?
Knock ya whole grill out to get rid of ya smile
I could never love a chick, cause I hit and be out
We blood line, you know what this here is about
Just the money power respect, girls flour and tecs
My dogs shower your set, within an hour or less
Sstart beef, blood leaks out of your sweats
Think a few cats hot, but I devoured the rest

[Chorus]

[Iceberg]
Cause I'm a dog-fo'-life
And I was taught to bite, on and off the mic
And I'm a dog-fo'-life
And everybody round the world know 'Berg is tight
Cause I'm a dog-fo'-life
I wait until you all alone, come and snatch your bones
Cause I'm a dog-fo'-life
And you girls only call me a dog cause I hit and be gone
It's my time to play my, turn to ball
Dog I learned to ball now I'm burnin y'all
I changed the game, turned into a major pain
Hollow points from my tip'll rearrange ya frame
It's just my life dog; doin grimy things
with them real trife dogs (yeah aight dog)
I spit so sick cause I'm with that clique
Blood line snub nines if it gets that thick
And I'm a, dog for life that was taught to bite
On and off the mic if it cost my life
Almost lost my life for the cost of ice
Dreamin real foul things like the Poltergeist
Cause I'm only sixteen, my raps is mean
I pack the beam, duct tape wrap ya team
Dog is pissed, cats better guard they fence
before I hope over it and latch on ya pit, c'mon

[Chorus - 2X]