Start (Skit) .......... n/a

Act a Fool .......... Ludacris

Represent .......... Trick Daddy

Slum .......... I-20 f/ D.T.P.

Pick Up the Phone .......... Tyrese f/ Ludacris

Hands in the Air .......... 8 Ball (Eightball)

Gettin' It .......... Chingy

Block Reincarnated .......... Shawnna f/ Kardinal

Pump it Up .......... Joe Budden

Hell Yeah .......... Dead Prez

Peel Off .......... Jin (Tha MC)

We Ridin' .......... Fat Joe

Rollin' on 20's .......... Lil' Flip

Fuck What a Nigga Say .......... Dirtbag

Oye .......... Pit Bull

Miami .......... K'Jon

Finish (Skit) .......... n/a

John Singleton - Start

Alright Alright Alright
Fire um up!
We go live in 5!
Its time for ignition and straight up automobile pimpin'

Typed by: ruffryda088@hotmail.com
[Ludacris]
DROP! 2 Fast...
DROP! 2 Furious...
I'M TOO FAST FOR Y'ALL MAYN!
DROP! 2 Fast...
DROP! 2 Furious...
OHH! I'M TOO FAST FOR Y'ALL MAYN!
[Chorus: Ludacris]
AHH, you just came home from doin a bid
Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Somebody broke in and cleaned out your crib
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Just bought a new pair and they scuffed your shoes
Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Now them cops tryna throw you in them county blues
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
[Ludacris]
Talkin about gats, traps, cops and robbers
It's 9-1-1, PLEASE CALL THE DOCTOR
Evacuate the building and trick the pigs
Since everybody wanna piece, we gon split ya wigs
See some fools slipped up and over-stepped they boundaries
You about to catch a cold, STAY THE FUCK AROUND FROM ME
Ya peeps talkin 'bout what kinda shits he on
You disappear like "POOF, BITCH BE GONE"
You think twelve gon catch me, GIMMIE A BREAK
I'm super-charged with the hide-away license plate
It seems they wanna finger print me and gimmie some years
They'll only get one finger while I'm shifting gears
I got suede on my roof, wood grain on the dash
Sheep skin on the rug, +Golden Grain+ on the stash
Hydraulics all around so I shake the ride
We go FRONT, BACK AND SIDE TO SIDE, WHAT
[Chorus: Ludacris]
Some punk just tripped up and made you spill your drink
Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Now your car just stopped on a empty tank
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
If you got late bills and you lost your job
Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
If you about to get drunk and you ready to mob
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
[Ludacris]
Let's take it to the streets cuz I'm ready to cruise
Just bought me and my cars all some brand new shoes
And the people just stare so I LOVE TO PARK IT
And I just put a computer in the glove compartment
With the petal to the floor, radar in the GRILLE
TV in the middle of my STEERING WHEEL
It's my car's birthday so we BLOWIN THEM CANDLES
More speakers in the trunk than my ride can handle
Got my name in the headrest, read it and weep
NOS tank in the back, camel hair on the seat
and when I pull up to the club, I get all the affection
Cuz the women love the paint and they can see their reflection
I'm about to take off, so F what ya heard
Because my side mirrors flap like a FUCKIN BIRD
And the fools, we gon CLOCK ONE and we'll POP ONE
Cuz my folk ridin shotgun with a shotgun
[Chorus: Ludacris]
You just got hustled for a wad of cash
Man whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Now your friends just smoked up your brand new stash
Say whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Now them gulls up the block still runnin they mouth
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
If anyone talk bad about the Dirty South
Tell me what I'M gon do? ACT A FOOL
[Ludacris]
I got my eyes wide shut and my trunk wide open
Did donuts last week and the streets still smoking
See, I'm off that anti-freeze and my car is TIPSY
Off the off ramp doin about a hundred and fifty
Rollin through East Pernium, on way to Ben Heel
Slide a five to the junkie to clean my windshield
Got the whole crew ridin and we startin SHIT
I even got a trailer hitch with the barbeque pit
Now all you wanna do is get drunk and pout
Plus your new name is Fire cuz we stomped you out
and yeah, we blow trees and beez that's fantastic
So gulls hold ya weave while I'm weaving through traffic
I kicked to fifth gear and teared the road apart
You'll be like lil John Q and get a +Change of Heart+
It's one mission, two clips and some triple beams
I'M ABOUT TO BLOW THIS WHOLE SHIT UP TO SMITHEREENS
[Chorus: Ludacris]
The pot holes in the street just bentcha rims
Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
MAN, THAT AIN'T STICKY, THAT'S JUST STICKS AND STEAMS
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Catch ya man with another bitch up in ya bed
Ladies whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
If the bottles all gone and your eyes are red
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
[Ludacris]
2 Fast, 2 Furious...
2 Fast... ACT A FOOL
2 Fast, 2 Furious...
2 Fast... ACT A FOOL

Typed by: CesperIsGod@aol.com *
* send corrections to the typist
Uh huh..uh huh..
Don't be scared, represent it
Yo county, yo city
Who you know put Chevy's like this
Candy paint and the trunk full of funk like this
Dade County gone ride..
Acorss the world we gone buy em
booty red wit the Louie top
and the rims keep spinnin everytime I stop {*brrrrrr errrrrr*}
Murder one, I'm killin em
got everybody watchin but who gone stop me?
The vert game sowed up
Somebody tryed some mo shit bout some ole shit
T Double done switched the game
Got niggaz slowin down switchin lanes
Chevy boys, we like it fast
So I drop at the low, heavy at the gas
Before you know it, be haulin ass
Bout 145 on the digital dash
Dade County, gone ride..
Where ever you from, represent it
Yo county, yo city
Where ever you from, represent it
Yo county, yo city
Now how you do a Chevy like that?
Had the car 3 years, ain't paint the bitch yet?
Get off ya ass and get paid
If ya ain't bout money you ain't from Dade
See this strictly for the thugs
this the shit that'll get ya fucked up
A lil nigga wit a big ole car and a big ole bank
Shit if it stank we don't dance
And I don't fuck wit the krippy green
I'm strictly stuck on the brown team
So ask dread for the hotbread
if its brown sticky send that shit my way!
Worm, tell Will to send the dust
get the ball wit no cut y'all catch me in the cut
this is strictly for the thugs..Dade County..dub rida
Don't be scared to represent it
Yo county, yo city.. uh huh uh huh..
Don't be scared to represent it
Yo county, yo city.. uh huh uh huh..
Question - who the boy wit the itty-bitty rims?
Fuck it, I don't care cuz I don't even see em
Dub rida, don't y'all forget it
if they got a problem wit it, tell em I said it!
I got connection wit the candy store
I'm lookin for the wetter look im payin forrrrr!
Bet make that candy green
And it better be the wetter shit they ever seeeeeeeen!
You know I had to put shoes on her
so I put the 22's on her, ???
Magic City, donk back to back
haulin ass got there in two and a halfffff!
Whats a man witout a Chevrolet?
Thats like ridin in a donk
in the trunk witout funk in it
In Dade County, that shit won't get it
Dumb nigga, you gotta put funk in it
Homeboy whats wrong wit cha?
Ridin up to a nigga wit a Power Ranger engine
Now we gone race donk to donk
But if ya lose, you got to ride in the trunk
Don't be scared to represent it
Yo county, yo city..
Dade County, uh huh uh huh, where we from
Don't be scared to represent it
Yo county, yo city..
Dade County, uh huh uh huh, where we from

Typed by: liltaz4u@hotmail.com *
* send corrections to the typist
(Tity Boi Talking)
They'll like this here
It's time to represent the slums
Know what I mean
2-0(yeah)
Tit (bitch)
Shawnna (yeah)
(Bitch)[Verse 1]
(I -20)
2-0 get it right from the get go
Go broke fuck around pull the kit closed
Talking shit in the dec here the clip go
Sit down smoke dro I'm a let tit flow
(Tity Boi)
This is for my nigga Bo locked in the pen
Done sold caine and even raised his kids
My folks in the holodome even know
I'm know where in the world bin Ladin is
(Shawnna)
Slow down yall why did them niggaz want some
and we a show them motherfuckers they'll get some
I'm from the city of shitty niggaz and big girls
Til we met tit and shawnna bring them the big thugs
(I-20)
Luda Fate Tity Ho I'm the Southside
Face down ass up with her mouth wide
You know the drill slangin pills tryna get green
I'm 2-0 but got a m-16
[Chorus]
(T) Slums
(I&S) all them niggaz and them bitches with there own ends
(T) Slums
(I&S) who riding cutless and them caddies on them grown men
(T) Slums
(I&S) who's in the trap and make them papers till the folks come
(T) Slums
(I&S) You know that they'll never change unless they owe something
[Verse 2]
(Tity Boi)
I'm like this corner I gotta stay bent
I need every quarter I gotta pay rent
I see you nigga you got fans and shit
But you gotta stop shakin and get your dancin ???
(Shawnna)
She hit a motherfucker straight up of the block serving rocks
Trying to get in my socks before the cops see
And if a nigga wanna take it to the glocks wanna shock
Quicker then a motherfuckers wanna pop me
(I-20)
Keep it chill what you know about Scottsdale
Even late fighting pits and the glocks tale
Mack 10's church preachers even cops tell
And now he pleading over bread cuz the block fell
(Tity Boi)
When I was dead broke I didn't like postas
stuntin round me might stunt your growth
Draw down on four pound on
Pick shawnnas ass from up off the ground holmes
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
(Shawnna)
I wish a mothefucker would try to come test a bitch
In the back ty's niggaz wanna base a bitch
It's them Cadillac trucks and them lexesus
And cant none you niggaz stand next to this
(I-20)
Drug dealer legend in my own time
Nike signs happy faces and the whole nine
Pop pills pop pussy poppin crist nigga
Lil fate I double ludacris nigga
(Tity Boi)
I'm like fuck everysingle free-throw
Even tho I might nigga wit a pink toe
The game is fast but the cash is slow
Why they wanna come to tit like he know
(Shawnna)
You go down the block in that black 6-4
Smoking that stuff in the pack that tit bought
Project niggaz with project flow
Slum ass niggaz wit them slum ass hoes
[Chorus]

Typed by: Ghettoc009@aol.com
[R. Kelly]
Man we talking race cars nigga, this ain't no joke
(Hello, hello)
Uh, yea
(Hello, hello)
Fresh out the kitchen
(Hello, hello)
So don't touch it yet, (ha ha) its hot
(Hello, hello)
Uh, we bout to cross the finish line ladies and gentlemen
(Hello, hello)
I suggest you common
(Hello, hello)
Shh shh shh shh, Woo, Shh shh shh shh, Woo
(Hello, hello)
Tyrese, Uh, Luda, Kells
(Hello, hello, hello, hello)
WHEN YOU HEAR THE...
[R. Kelly] Hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello, hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello, hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello
PICK UP THE PHONE!
[R. Kelly] Hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello, hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello, hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello
WHEN YOU HEAR THE...
[R. Kelly]
(Hello, hello)
yo wassup, this is Kells
(Hello, hello)
I'm not in right now
(Hello, hello)
Leave your name and number at the beep
(Hello, hello)
I'll get with cha
(PICK UP THE PHONE!)
[R. Kelly] Hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello, hello
Common
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello, hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello
AHHH...Common
[Tyrese]
Everywhere I go, its another show
Its another party, its another ho
And everywhere I go, its another hommie
Its another drinkin, its another room
And getting that cash, its always a tailor
Always a true love, always a hater
When youz a star, theres never a way out
These broke ass niggaz is gon' have they hands out
I'm tiiiiired of the drama (Ho)
I'm bout to hop my ass off in my hummer (Ho)
And hit the road like I was Car Racing
On a va-cation, leave em all saying...
WHEN YOU HEAR THE...
[R. Kelly] Hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello, hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello, hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello
PICK UP THE PHONE!
[R. Kelly] Hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello, hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello, hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello
WHEN YOU HEAR THE...
[R. Kelly]
(Hello, hello)
yo wassup, this is Kells
(Hello, hello)
I'm not in right now
(Hello, hello)
Leave your name and number at the beep
(Hello, hello)
I'll get with cha
(PICK UP THE PHONE)
[R. Kelly] Hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
Woo
[R. Kelly] Hello, hello
Woo
[Girl Voice] Hello
Wo-Woo
[R. Kelly] Hello, hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
Wo-Woo
[R. Kelly] Hello
WHEN YOU HEAR THE...
[R. Kelly]
Now when you hear the beep leave a message
Only way you can catch me, on the south side of town
With them things on the ground
Cause I'm ballin like Spalding, shootin dice like POOL
Plus in up in the club, for free cause I got PULL
I never buy drinks, for bitches
Unless this bitch my misses
Or this bitch is my mistress, giving me sexual healing
No time for love feelings (Whoa)
Don't tell me yall alone (Whoa)
This here like drug dealings
Get your kiss out and I'm gone
Seven hiaasen honeys piled up in the Bentley Coup
Chinese chicken heads, fella what you wann do
Man I'm tired of all these fake nigga type dudes
Chicks wanna rotate with these eight figga type dudes
I'm a fresh dude, white T and throw back dude
All white shoes...blue, yellow, red jewels
Money is like steroids, look at my mussels
And if the dance play out, its back to the hustle
Some say the albums commin out, it ain't gon sell
Debut at number 1...CLICK!
WHEN YOU HEAR THE...
[Tyrese]
(Hello, hello)
This ya baby boy tyrese
(Hello, hello)
If you ain't spreading that seed
(Hello, hello)
Don't even leave ya number
(Hello, hello)
PICK UP THE PHONE!
[Ludacris]
(Hello, hello)
Ay, this Luda
(Hello, hello)
Either you nuttin or you ain't talking about nuttin
(Hello, hello)
I ain't tryin to hear it
(Hello, hello)
WHEN YOU HEAR THE...
[R. Kelly]
(Hello, hello)
Yo, this is Kells
(Hello, hello)
You ain't talking bout no money
(Hello, hello)
I ain't callin you back
(Hello, hello)
PICK UP THE PHONE!
[R. Kelly] Hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello, hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
Wo-Woo
[R. Kelly] Hello, hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
Wo-Woo
[Tyrese]
Unless you talkin dough, don't call my phone
If you talking sex, then call my phone
If you with yo man don't call my phone
When that niggaz gone then call my phone, yea
[R. Kelly]
Unless you got some drink, don't call my phone
20 chicks or more, then call my phone
If you need a favor, don't call my phone
If you got some ksst then call my phone
WHEN YOU HEAR THE...
[Tyrese]
(Hello, hello)
Yo wassup, this is tyrese
(Hello, hello)
If you ain't me callin about no money
(Hello, hello)
Get up off my phone
(Hello, hello)
PICK UP THE PHONE!
[Ludacris]
(Hello, hello)
Yo waddup, this is Luda
(Hello, hello)
Probably looking at the Caller ID
(Hello, hello)
Don't even wanna talk to yo ass
(Hello, hello)
WHEN YOU HEAR THE...
[R. Kelly]
(Hello, hello)
Yo wassup, this is Kells
(Hello, hello)
I'm not in right now
(Hello, hello)
Leave your name and number at the beep
(Hello, hello)
Ill get with ya
(Hello, hello)
PICK UP THE PHONE!
[Ludacris]
Woo
Now see I'm just a black man livin out a black mans dream
I went from Popeye's to eatin Flintstone wings
Pourin out alcohol, rollin up green
Playin X-Box on a 100-inch screen
Man its not a game, these dangs they not used ta
Takin private jets and flying to St. Louisa
And then we can sex till the break of dawn-N
Cause I love em tonight but don't respect em in the mornin
Oooh, I got million stash
Cause in god we trust, but other people pay cash
A man once told me, no guts no glory
So I got the beam attached to my twin glock 40's
And all my X girlfriends, wipe your smile
Six cars and seven cribs, how yall like me now?
I had to turn off the ringer just to hear ya moan
But if its ya man, pick up the GOD damn phone
(WHEN YOU HEAR THE...)
[Tyrese]
(Hello, hello)
Yea, for the grown and sexy
(Hello, hello)
Tyrese, Rob Kell collabo.
(Hello, hello)
PICK UP THE PHONE!
[R. Kelly] Hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello, hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello, hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello
WHEN YOU HEAR THE...
[R. Kelly]
(Hello, hello)
Yo wassup, this is Kells
(Hello, hello)
I'm not in right now
(Hello, hello)
Leave your name and number at the beep
(Hello, hello)
Ill get with ya
(Hello, hello)
PICK UP THE PHONE!
[R. Kelly] Hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello, hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello, hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello
WHEN YOU HEAR THE...
[R. Kelly] Hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello, hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello, hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello
PICK UP THE PHONE!
[R. Kelly] Hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello, hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello, hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello
WHEN YOU HEAR THE...
[R. Kelly] Hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello, hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello, hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello
PICK UP THE PHONE!
[Till Fade]
[R. Kelly] Hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello, hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello, hello
[Girl Voice] Hello
[R. Kelly] Hello

Typed by: douglas_hilton@yahoo.com
[Eightball]
Okay; comin' from the top of my
Dome when I'm droppin' my
Own type of style, and
Ain't nobody stoppin' my
Rise to the very top
Hit 'em up wit' all I got
Superstar; no I'm not
Green weed; black glock
Everybody want a piece
Dirty like a pair 'a cleats
Niggers run their mouth a lot
Like bitches and parakeets
(whoa) How you love that pimpin'
(whoa) I'm so cold wit' it
(whoa) Make all the boys wanna do it just because I did it
I'm like a legend or
Some kind of prophecy
Sent here to set you free
Dress, player, follow me
Into another world
Deep inside your own soul
This shit here way bigger than tattoos and cornrolls
This not 'bout makin' dough
Not 'bout no fakin' yo
Not 'bout who's rich 'o po'
Not 'bout who niggaz know
This here 'bout you and me
This here 'bout poetry
This here 'bout who we be
If you in here with me
[Chorus]
Keep your ears wide open
This is all grill no jokin'
Throw your motherfuckin' hands up in the air
If you feel me throw your hands up in the air
Better keep your ears open
This is all grill no boastin'
Throw your hands up in the motherfuckin' air
If you feel me throw your hands up in the air
The motherfuckin' aaaaair
[Eightball]
Nigga you don't know me
Why you niggaz wanna beef?
All in my grill like
You the papparazzi
Boy I was fulla game
Way before this rap thang
Real 'fore the money came
That's why I will never change
Me - ain't nobody like
Even though they try to be
Niggaz think they are but they ain't fuckin' with me lyric'ly
(Yo) I was born wit' it
Din't nobody teach it to me
Over hot beef
Tell you 'bout what the streets did to me
(Yo) Chose me to be a
Prophet and lead my people
Murder non-believers
With lyrics that are lethal
I hit 'em heavy with it
Yo I stay ready wit' it
Come try to test me wit' it
Regret you ever did
Call who a pimp and
I got my own back
You got them baby paper?
I got them grown stacks
But this ain't 'bout no bread
Not 'bout what niggaz said
Not 'bout what hoes believe
If you in here with me
[Chorus]
[Eightball]
Yeah I gotta go again
Just to let you know the deal
Eight ways to company
Beats come from doin' real (yeah)
We the niggaz should not nobody be fuckin wit'
Slayer riders Chopper city
Had you bitches doubled quick
This ain't 'bout who rap the best
This ain't 'bout who got the most
This is not no gangsta rap
This ain't 'bout no pimps and hoes
This here ain't no country shit
Ain't no way to label this
Memphis where I come from
Orange mile veteran
What I represent - whoever live in poverty
Hard working niggaz that
Try to hustle honestly
And I represent who
Lookin' good and feelin' nice
Niggaz on there drinkin' 'dro
Fresh clothes; full of ice
(Yeah) We gon' keep this slummin' comin' with the dirtiest
(Yeah) If you from the gutter then I know you heard of this
This ain't bout where you from
This ain't bout where you be
This here 'bout feelin free
If you in here with me
[Chorus]
[Eightball]
Go 'head and put 'em up
Put your hands where I can see 'em
Put your hands where I can see 'em
Go 'head and put 'em up
Put your hands where I can see 'em
Put your hands where I can see 'em
[unknown voice talking]
Yeah, eight ways, doo-rilla
Code line
Slab two is goin' down baby
This your boy Milwaukee
Stop prayin'

Typed by: lazy04@hotmail.com
Unh.. Unh, Unh.. Chingy, gettin' it, Yeah.. Unh, Unh....
Hope you know how to get it
Cuz right herre, we gon' get it, its like this...
[Hook]
We gettin' it
We gettin' it, we gettin' it
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
All my hustlers are...
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
Just so you could start!
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it) We gettin' it
All my ladies are...
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
Just so you could start!
Gettin' it [After every line in verse]
[Verse One: Chingy]
I'm on top of my game
Droppin' the flame
My name, got me dodgin' the fame
Watchin' the dames, surround us, when we poppin' champagne
Coppin' the range, plus thems got it dropped on them thangs
Flossin's a shame, i'm countin' thousands, doin' some poutin'
Then I'm throwin I-owa, back-stage, girls are shoutin'
Haters hate, but it alright, if its a race then we won
Took some yearrs, to get herre, now Mama, look atcha' son
Blastin' em witout a gun, just a mic and some beat
No mo' eatin' where its cheap, ad-just-in' to fine meat
Women lookin' like, " that's him", like they seen the pope
Wallet full of crispy bills, now I'm never goin' broke
Cuz I'm...
[Hook]
Gettin' it
We gettin' it, we gettin' it
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
All my hustlers are...
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
Just so you could start!
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it) We gettin' it
All my ladies are...
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
Just so you could start!
Gettin' it [After every line in verse]
[Verse 2: Chingy](girl)
Breakin' niggaz wit the flow
Movin' faster than +Flo-Jo+
Floatin' through the 3 by 4
Rim cocked to my left low
I'm the boy that got dough
Talk to my dirty mo
Ooh, I'm gettin' it wit the thump behind the track, Sammy So
Went from in my momma house, to boy out in the condo
I got them dudes mad, I make 'em mad enough to go Pern-yo
Painted bracelet, can't you taste it
More powerful than the +Matrix+
Cats they get dropped from they label
I'm herre now, now they in basics
Want you face it, if you didn't, if they focused, then its crazy
Bout to have this industry doin' for me, like its slavery
To my ladies get it daily(hey Chingy)shit, I'll see you ladies
Still dippin', they gotta say, but you still gotta pay me
My daddy had her for what, canary yellow on some other[Tires screeching]
Now I got a bentley, livin' a legacy, the same brother
We some docka, he won't stop us, better learn, listen, and watch us
Don't worry 'bout a thang, Smooth, C ooh, see I gotcha(unh)
[Hook]
We gettin' it
We gettin' it, we gettin' it
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
All my hustlers are...
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
Just so you could start!
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it) We gettin' it
All my ladies are...
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
Just so you could start!
Gettin' it [After every line in verse]
[Verse 3: Chingy]
We gettin' in, the Lou
Twenty-twos, on old school
They gettin' it in Miami, kickin' it wit no rules
They gettin' it in Chicago, playas holdin' it down
They gettin' it in New Orleans, bouncin' to my sound
They gettin' it in New York, keep it gutta, they love it
They gettin' it in Boston, cats get wild in the public, shit
They gettin' it in Detroit, thuggin', ballin' and spendin' (Whoaa!)
They gettin' it in Milwaukee, buck-wild corners they bangin'
They gettin' it in Caley High, rollin' and bangin'
They gettin' it in Atlanta, 'thorities watchin' me drankin'
They gettin' it in Las Vegas, them team heard of slots
They gettin' it in Virginia, cats mobbin' up they flop(unh)
[Hook]
We gettin' it
We gettin' it, we gettin' it
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
All my hustlers are...
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
Just so you could start!
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it) We gettin' it
All my ladies are...
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
Just so you could start!
Gettin' it

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Typed by: dj_qtee@hotmail.com *
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Pump p p pump pump p p p pump
Pump p p pump pump it up
Pump p p pump pump p pump p pump
Pump p p pump pump it up
(Just Blaze)
Pump p p pump pump it up
We gon do it like (Uuh, uuh, uuh)
Look, pump it up if you came to get it krunk
With a dame and shit that's drunk
You came to get it on, more than 5 O's in your bank
Then get it on, roll up like that stank
And get it on, slank that fitted on
Came to get it on
Hold up she want work that twork that
Then again let me hurt that murk that
Til you gotta hurt back
Can't spit it out, boo you gotta slurp that
Can't cuddle after we done, it wasn't worth that
Joey I'm responsible for bringin Jersey back (And we bad huh)
She at the bar stylin' she throwing it up
She drink a little hypno, throwing it up
But I'm only dealing with freaks that wanna cut
Ma if you agree I want nut
Camcorder, get it played late night on BET Uncut (uhh)
[Chorus]
Fellas - do your thing let me do my thang
I mean - do your thing let me do my thang
Shorties - move that thing, mami move that thing
C'mon - move that thing, mami move that thing
Hustlers - do your thing let me do my thang
Please tell the DJ - pump p p pump pump it up!
(Bridge)
I see some haters grilling
I see some ladies chilling
I see dat girlie
I been plottin to get
See can hop in the whip
And we can
Pump p p pump pump it up
OK we was leaving we was done
Then she said can my people's come
Here we go I see it don't stop
They wanna ride in something were the rims don't stop
Look baby you fine, but your girlfriends not
And then she wanna hold out getting cute on the phone
I ain't gotta be bothered, be cute on your own
My jump off doesn't run off at the mouth so much
My jump off never ask why I go out so much
My jump off never has me going out of my way
And she don't want nothing on Valentines Day
My jump off don't argue or get rebellious
And she don't mind hanging out wit da fellas
My jump off's not insecure or jealous
(Uuh, uuh, uuh)
[Chorus]
Y'all dudes keep talking bout your ice and all the shine to it
That's alright go cross-world find cubic
Ma wanna fall in love like I'm cupid
Telling me she don't give brain like I'm stupid
You can do anything if you put your mind to it
(Get it)
Think about it the game is bad playa
Ain't it bad playa
Don't worry Joey'll change it back playa
Might of heard me spittin wit Cain and Fab playa
I got the set boards to bring it back playa
Bang and clap playa
Front man no longer playin the back playa
Plain as that playa
808's pumpin bang the track playa
Want my 2nd wind change the rap playa
Jump off 1 man gang I'm back playa
Look, Want you want bump double click pump
Ride, ride swamp dump off homie jump off
All these haters on my (huh) won't jump off
When all the streets need is J J J Jump off
J J Jump J J J J J Jump off
Uuh, uuh, uuh
[Chorus]

Typed by: Kirb080@cox.net
Holton Street
Dean Street (click clack)
President (uh huh)
Nostril out (DP's)
Orange Al (RPG's)
Tee Town (Who wanna ride?)
Brooklyn
Come on, Come on
Sittin' in the living room on the floor
All the pain got me on some migraine shit
But I'm gonna maintain
Nigga got 2 or 3 dollars to my name
And my homies in the same boat going through the same thing
Ready for a cake
Better plot for the paper
We been living in the dark since April
On the candle
Gotta get a handle
My homie got a 25 automatic added to the camper
Nigga get the phone book look up in the yellow page
Lemme tell you how we fend to get paid
We gonna order pizza and when we see the driver
We gonna stick the 25 up in his face
Lets ride, stepping outside like warriors
Head to the notorious Southside
One weapon to the four of us
Hiding in the corridor until we see the dominos car headlights
White boy in the wrong place at the right time
Soon as the car door open up he mine
We roll up quick and put the pistol to his nose
By the look on his face he probably shitted in his clothes
You know what this is
It's a stick up
Gimme the do' from your pickups
You ran into the wrong niggaz
We running down the block hot with these pizza boxes
So we split up and met back at the apartment
Hell yeah (yo ain't you hungry my nigga?)
Hell yeah (you wanna get paid my nigga?)
Hell yeah (ain't you tired of starving my nigga?)
Hell yeah (well lets ride then)
Hell yeah, Hell yeah
I know a way we can get paid you can get down but you can't be afraid
Let's go to the DMV
And get a ID
The name says you but the fates is me
Now it's your turn take my paper work
Like 1, 2, 3 lets make it work
Then, fill out the credit card application
And its gonna be bout 3 weeks a waiting
For American Express
It's cause we card
Platinum visa, master card
Cause we was spooked as shit like we's was targets
Now we just walk right up and say charge it
To the game we rocking brand names
Goin on out the park store chains
We even got the boys in the crew a few things
Po Po never know who to true blame
Sto' after Sto' you know we kept rolling
Wait two weeks report the car stolen
Repeat this like a like a laundry mat
Like a glitch in the system it's hard to catch
Coming out the mall with the shopping bags
We can take it right back then get the cash
Yea, get a friend and then do it again
Damn right that's how we paid the rent
Hell yeah
Time to get this paper
I'm down for the caper
Please steady on
It's a deadly struggle
We all gotta hustle
This is the way we survive
(repeat)
I know a caper
We can get some government paper
You know food stamps can we really do that
Hell yea, right there for the taking
Fuck welfare we say reparations
And, uh, you know the grind
Get up early get in the line and just wait
Everybody on break that's part of the game
And when they call your name
Ms. Case Worker let my state my claim
I'm homeless, jobless, times is hard, I'm 'bout hopeless
But I gotta eat regardless
No family to run to I'm 22
Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do
My sad story made her feel close to me
I made her feel like it was an emergency
When I came to the crib niggaz couldn't believe
I came back with a big bag of groceries (hell yeah)
Every job I ever had I had to get on the first day
I find out how to pimp on the system
Two steps ahead of the manager
Getting over on the regular tax free money out of the register
And when I'm working late nights stockin' boxes I'm creepin' their merchandise
And don't put me on dishes I'm dropping them bitches
And taking all day long to mop the kitchen shit
We ain't getting paid commission, minimum wage, modern day slave conditions
Got me flippin' burgers with no power
Can't even buy one off what I make in an hour
I'm not the one to kiss ass for the top position
I take mine off the top like a politician
Where I'm from doing dirt is a part of living
I got mouths to feed I gots to get it
Hell yeah (you down to roll my nigga?)
Hell yeah (you ready to get your hands dirty my nigga?)
Hell yeah (your woman need money and things my nigga?)
Hell yeah (well lets ride then)
Hell yeah
If you coming gangsta
Then bring on the system
And show that you ready to ride
Till we get our freedom
We got to get over
Please steady on the grind
(repeat)

Typed by: SidneyDang22@hotmail.com *
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[Intro]
GO!!!(*echos*)(Elite!!)
Yeah, double R uh (wooo)
Come on, Crafty Plugz, what (wooo)
GO!!!(*echos*)
What up Amaury, yeah (wooo)
GO!!!(*echos*)
Haha, yeah, let's go, c'mon
[Chorus]
PEEL OFF
If you got a system in the trunk
Shoes on your whip and you rollin up a blunt
PEEL OFF
If you wild, racin for the dough
And the flag hits the floor and they yellin out GO!
PEEL OFF
If you see the pigs on your tail
Knowin if you get locked that you won't make bail
PEEL OFF
Whatchu gonna do
PEEL OFF
[Verse 1]
When I, cruise the strip you know that it's me
Split the crowd in half like Moses did to the seas
0 to 60 in 4 flat, make you look inferior
Funny how my throwback matches the interior
I ain't scared of ya, c'mon let's be serious
Can't catch me I'm "2 Fast 2 Furious" (Part two)
Bullshit walks and cash talks (What's that sound??)
My low pros burnin up the asphalt
Drop top Spyder in the summer I'm good
Lost your words soon as you look under the hood
Twin cam turbo, your man's in shock
Only words comin out your mouth (Damn that's hot!)
Got a spoiler on the back everytime I skate off
You thinkin it's a jet that's about to take off
Cash and pink slips, whole enchilada
Soon as the lights turn green, you know that you gotta
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
I got a, need for speed, I'm freezin up time
Wanna, race the kid, throw your keys on the line
I'm switchin gears, never brake for the curb
Cross the finish line twice before you make it to third
With a fly ass shorty in the passenger side
One hand on the wheel, one hand on her thigh
Y'all can't see me, peekin through the tinted windows
Just to get a glimpse of Francine Dee
Let the, haters talk, I've been called rumors
See me on the cover of the Import Tuner
Lookin at the skyline, I cocked for the race
Even got an Evo 8 that ain't dropped in the States
This ain't for no amateurs
Everytime I roll through hot imports nights it's lights, cameras
Action, you know who's the headline
Do a buck sixty everytime I redline
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Ain't a damn thing stock, you see the difference is
I'm a Pioneer just like your system is
Two screens on the dash, you choose the best view
Wireless control for the PS2
Skip the bullshit, and the foolishness too
They say we Disturbin Tha Peace like Ludacris crew
You want war? I'm settlin' the score
No lookin back now put the pedal to the floor
[Chorus] - repeat 2X[Outro]
All my people in the place to be, uh
Let me hear you say...(wooo)
Uh, if you rockin with me
Let me hear you say...(whaa*car drivin by*wooo)
Uh, double R, uh yeah (wooo)
Haha, oh c'mon
[Tyrese]
You ain't ready, I run these streets!!!

Typed By: Meataball44@aol.com *
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[Fat Joe]
They shootin...This is the sound baby...We ridin on these bitch ass
niggaz...Joe Crack...Here we go
[Chorus] + (with adlibs from Fat Joe)
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la...
This is the sound when we ride on our enemies
[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
I thought I told you stay back
You aint listen the first time
He's the one that I spit in my first rhyme
Now I'm knockin' at your door
With the pistols little bitch niggaz you aint ready for war, my enemies
He's running scared screamin " Crack's back"
So my nigga take that
Niggaz tryin' to hate Crack
I'm bringing '88 back
We stay strapped comin' for cowards
Fuck the 9's man we comin' with choppers
Like brat-dat-dit-at(gun shot in background)
That's the sound of them guns
When we come
And you run
Cause you scared and you fear everything you heard about about us
We murder cowards
I know you heard about my words...now niggaz bow down
[Chorus 2x] + (ad libs from Fat Joe)
[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
One time for my nigga Cool, two time for my nigga Dre
The whole M-I-A
I don't know what you tryin' to portray
But you don't want to see them send my spray
Goin' against our way
Stop, admit it
God forbid it
The way these choppers spit it
You drop in minutes(uhh)
And I don't know how you dare
Nigga stop acting like a bitch you scared
Niggaz listen here
And we aint finished until your mamma in the church
Screamin "Why they took my son up on off this earth"
I know it hurts
And this is the sound when we ride
Niggaz die
When our crews collide
My enemies
[Chorus] + (ad libs from Fat Joe)
[Fat Joe]
Uhh Cool and Dre on this one
Cali, Whats up nigga
Ohh shout out my nigga ?
All my buddies with money and gold teeth
We ridin 'Fast and Furious'
My nigga Shocker hit me up
I said this is sound when we ride on our enemies
[Chorus] till fade + (ad libs from Fat Joe)

Typed by: gr8isfsu@att.net
Here we go, welcome to my world nigga of
Cadillac's and stacks
Triple X throwbacks with my name on the back
Uh, I know you see us
You wanna be us
With Jam Master Jay on my Adidas
Plus I ride around in two-seata's
I hope it's cold cause I'm comin wit my heata
I'm on the Fleeta, doin 150
Can't you tell by my cut why I'm pimpin
And if I hit one time she's limpin
And if he trick one dime he's simpin
Cause we don't do it like that over here
All we do is grip grain on the stair
Like Killer Mike all I do is dream about sex
But when I wake up I have a dream about a check
And after that I burn rubber when I jump in my Vette'
Yet his hoes raise up but it ain't come out yet, I'm speed racin
(Chorus 1)
On 20's (On 20's)
Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin)
These hoes grinnin
I pulled up with the top off
On 20's (On 20's)
Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin)
These hoes grinnin
Futuristic tennis shoes when I hop off
Yeah, yeah, yeah I got a need for speed get in da truck wit me
Or we can start in the Bentley doin a buck fifty
I'm so gangsta, chickenheads don't wanna fuck wit me
But you can love me or hate me baby you're stuck wit me
And I'm a fluff till the police come and get me
We run dis city, you can't do nothin wit me
It's young red ya'll, I'm rollin somethin sticky
You see them 20's, believe they worth three a penny
And I ain't really got nuthin to lose
So announce on 22's start spreadin the news
Let's speed it up a little
Hoes love to choose
Soon as they spot the drop, man, it gotta be the shoes
The fast lane is where a nigga live e'er night
Look for the grain stay away from the red light
Them old folks hear me creepin up the street
Cause they know I got them, I got them
Woofers in my jeep, nigga
(Chorus 2)
On 20's (On 20's)
Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin)
These hoes grinnin
I pulled up with the top off
On 20's (On 20's)
Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin)
These hoes grinnin
Futuristic tennis shoes when I hop off
On 20's (On 20's)
Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin)
These hoes grinnin
We never lose sleep, lemme
On 20's (On 20's)
Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin)
These hoes grinnin
You can't even breath in it
(*talking*)
Say, there go the laws, man
Where, where
They gettin behind us right now
Stop lyin man, you lyin
Don't worry about it, we in a lamborghini, man
I'm gone
I got a lambo, I got a drop jag
Plus I got a Harley bike, nigga top that
Now e'erbody be like where you shop at
And they be askin dumb shit like where you got that
That's when I look back and say I'm a superstar
And if it cost a hundred grand it's a supercar
I'm still ballin, 20 still crawlin
Like retarded kids, my DVD's stallin
Lakers still callin, but we already signed
We about to be legends like Morris Day & the Time
When Paul gave me a call, man I had to do it
I gotta rep where I'm from so I had to screw it, uh
I'm from the home of the Houston Texans
The only horse we ride is in our Lexus
Nowadays, everybody wanna chop on blades
But we been doin that ya'll better behave
(Chorus 2)

Typed by: PDog1217@aol.com

[Dirtbag - talking]
Um.. Cool & Dre and that Dirtbag
Oh we come over, we can hurt ya

[Chorus] -2X
I gives a fuck what a nigga say
I gives a fuck what a nigga gonna do
I gives a fuck where a nigga stay
Cause I'm gonna blow his head away

[Verse 1 - Dirtbag]
I put that iron on your back like Vinny from "Good Times"
And I get high like American Airlines
Yep, I'm a Yank but my car be foreign
Got more nuts than the all male zone
But it's warm, you can duck but you can't ignore 'em
Horendous, right with Michael Vick's now with Jerome Bettis
Don't let us, jump into some gangsta shit
I may fuck up my money but I don't fuck up my hit
Just one spit and your life gonna lift
Eat the bullets thats in you as I continue my spliff
Has it been bell paided, where the gators be
I hope you like to see me read cause it's the last thing you gonna see
I wasn't born, I was sworn from the block
They found me underneath a rock, holdin on my crotch
I wasn't born, I was sworn from the block
They found me underneath a rock, holdin on my crotch nigga

[Chorus] - 2X

[Verse 2 - Dirtbag]
I've been rejected by jobs, I've rejected by hoes
I let all my dogs know when niggaz 36 hoes
Kept my friend on the flow, and my mind on my dough
Get a tick, I bet they won't reject the nigga no more
I'm the man that make it work like a bullet in your teflon
Dirtbag I'm the heart to this ?Votron?
I move work through the pen and the county
All the boys called me laundry, I gots that bounty
Used to be flock, now it's El Bordo
Used to dress bummy, now it's all Polo
Murder off your tenants on the bath to a linen
Got a bitch like Andy Fisher, nigga don't make me send her
To your crib, saw us where you live
Shots in your your rib, "I don't think he gonna live"
Uh, if you was real, ya, you know the deal
In the minute of suprise that how niggaz gettin killed, AH

[Chorus] - 2X

(*long pause*)

[Chorus] - repeated until fade

Typed by: AArsdam@aol.com
Oye, que vuelta come pinga?
Uh, uh, uh
Hey true, bang it up for the track
We gon' take it to the top and that's the truth
Truth hurts
Ha, ha
[Hook]
Oye!
If you broke but you still pimpin', drinkin', smokin', then say
Oye, oye!
If you ballin' buyin' bottles, then say
Oye mami!
If you pimp in your steps and your ass is fat, then say
(Oye papi!)
If you willin' to fight then we fuckin' tonight, then say
Oye, oye!
(Oye!)
Oye, oye, oye!
[Verse 1]
All I can see, all the mamis pull your thongs up and party with me
On the count of three, everybody claim where your from
One, two, three!
The Bottom, that's where I'm from, that's where I reside
That's what I represent till I die
Tuck your chains in, put your drinks down
and your sex up and get wild for the night
Pit Bull rock stikes move like a Lex truck
mami you got the next stunt (Alright)
Piccalo in the V.I.P. whip, four fingers in the air
hollerin' for life
I'm the chico that'll put it down for his people
Get my hands on any and everything
But I always keep my hands clean
Cuz Miami's full of dirty money and dirty things
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Mami look good from far, but when she got close
she was far from good, and I was like "oooofff"
I got the vodka, Cubo's got the cranberry juice
now it's time to get looooooose!
Se consigue para lo marinero que tiene mas cadena que cuello
Por dinero y una panza que parece que ese comieron - le son entero
I see mami who messes with nothin' but big tymers
who loves to get her "Roll On" (Roll on)
Askin' me if I could get my hands on some vitamin E
and I was like mami hold on
But she must've loved Pac cuz she was grabbin' me, tellin' me
"Papi picture me rollin"
So I pictured it, and it would've been a sight for the blind to see
So I gave it to her for free
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Verse three, I said it once and I'll say it again
I want all y'all to eat but first me
Get it? Got it? Good
It's good that you got it cuz I got no time to be misunderstood
I don't know if it's the liquor that's got me lit
but damn, mami's thicker than thick
If you like coke roll a dollar, snort it up
If you like weed then you know the routine
Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke that shit
puff puff then pass that shit
Mami, mami! Shake ya ass, but watch yourself
Cuz - messin' with me, you might end up in a movie
literally watchin' yourself, ha
Starrin' yo boo, in the hit movie called Amtrack
Choo-chooooo!
[Hook]

Typed by: PDog1217@aol.com
[K'Jon - talking]
(hey yo)
I see the chicas (hey yo what's up ma)
I see the chicas (you ready)
I see the chicas (let's ride)
Ola (homies)
Ola (homies)
Ola (haha, I'm in Miami, ya) (hey yo)
Ew la la, la la la
[Chorus]
I'm in Miami and the girls are eye candy
I'm pushin eighty on the freeway strip
Switchin lanes with the souped up whip
Spittin games like a seventies pimp
And I just stopped in
I'm in Miami and the girls are eye candy
I'm pushin eighty on the freeway strip
Switchin lanes with the souped up whip
No lie we roll, we ride, we, we dangerous
[Verse 1]
Hey yo mami, I just got in Miami
We gonna party at the beach, better get at me
We gonna party with my peeps, you and your chicas (hot little mamacita)
That's for sugar
I am mingho, when you call me papi
We gonna fiesta, guess a cause you got me
It's on you, what you gonna do?
When I roll through in my souped up Coupe
Baby it's amigo
Push the pedal to the floor (pedal to the floor) (hey yo, ma what's up)
Push the pedal to the floor, then my dub still spins
(my dub still spin) (22's baby)
And my dub still spins, you know I'm big pimpin (yeah)
(You know big pimpin baby)
And I just wanna be the one to please ya
(*speaking Spanish*) (let's go)
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Senora, headed to the border
Would you like to take a spin in my Toyota
Fiocho the size of my moto
Pushin on doze zeros, no problemo
I'm the chico all I need is some more (a chick that y'all can get with)
My mamacita, me mo la chicas (hey yo)
Ma it's amigo
Push the pedal to the floor (and I tell ya girl)
(Hey yo ma, what's up)
Push the pedal to the floor and my dub still spins
(and my dub still spins) (22's baby)
And when my dub still spins, you know I'm big pimpin (yeah)
(You know big pimpin baby)
And I just wanna be the one to please ya
(*speaking Spanish*) (let's go)
[Chorus] - w/ ad libs
[Break] - 2X
C'mon, I just touched down
C'mon, hot chicas all around
C'mon, party at the beach
C'mon, holla back at me
[Chorus] - 2X - w/ ad libs
[Outro - K'Jon - talking] (*echo*) - w/ ad libs
Hey yo Jeff, I got you man
I got this, ebony's son
Don't be alarmed baby
Just K'Jon baby
(Hasta la vista) yeah
(Hasta la vista) yeah
(Hasta la vista) - repeated until fade

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