You Can Do It .......... Ice Cube

Chin Check .......... N.W.A.

We Murderers Baby .......... Vita

Hot .......... Toni Estes

Livin It Up .......... Pharoahe Monch

Fried Day .......... Bizzy Bone

I Don't Wanna .......... Aaliyah

Low Income .......... Wyclef Jean

Shaolin Worldwide .......... Wu Tang Clan

Good Friday .......... Big Tymers

Friday .......... Krayzie Bone

Mamacita .......... Frost

Make Your Body Sing .......... The Isley Brothers

Murder Murder .......... Eminem

Money Stretch .......... Lil' Zane

[Ice Cube]
Yeah, yeah
Get your ass up in her, yeah
Uh, Ice Cube baby
Ninety-nine baby
I'm on the grind baby
All the time baby
Show me something

[Ms. Toi]
You can do it put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
I can do it put your ass into it
[Ms. Toi]
You can do it put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
I can do it put your ass into it
[Ms. Toi]
Put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
Put your ass into it

[Ice Cube]
Tic-tic-boom
Hear me banging down these back streets
Bumpin' Blackstreet, fiending like an athlete
Life ain't a track meet (no)
It's a marathon
Fuck the cemetery that a nigga get buried on
We be clubbing till we die
Nigga ask the bartender if you think we lie
But if you think we high, nigga think again
Cause when it's sink or swim
You got to think to win
As I drink this here
Everybody will know it
Cause I ain't going for it
So pray to the Lord that I don't pull out
Cuss out and bust out
Go to nigga raveling
Make the clip traveling
You can try to smoke an ounce to this
While I pronounce this shit
Baby bounce them tits
Mama move them hips
Baby shake them cheeks
I got dick for days
You got ass for weeks, yeah, yeah

[Ms. Toi (Ice Cube)]
Don't stop get it, get it
(That's real)
Don't stop nigga hit it
(I will)
[Ice Cube]
I'm gon' do it, gon' do it
Gon' do it, do it, do it

[Ms. Toi]
You can do it put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
I can do it put your ass into it
[Ms. Toi]
You can do it put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
I can do it put your ass into it
[Ms. Toi]
Put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
Put your ass into it

[Ice Cube]
Now all I wanna do is have fun with my loved ones
The thug ones, relatives and my cousins
And I got 'em by the dozen
We they buzz hun, quick to say fuck your husband
This is for my niggas locked away
Extra love for the ones who ain't got no date
But when we hit checkmate with Ice Cube the great
As soon as I get a word we can rush the safe
Fuck them license plates because life is great
It don't matter if you're rich and your folks ain't straight
I'm still coming with that underground gangsta shit
No matter how many niggas say we ain't the shit

[Ms. Toi (Ice Cube)]
Don't stop get it, get it
(That's real)
Don't stop nigga hit it
(I will)
[Ice Cube]
I'm gon' do it, gon' do it
Gon' do it, do it, do it

[Ms. Toi]
You can do it put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
I can do it put your ass into it
[Ms. Toi]
You can do it put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
I can do it put your ass into it
[Ms. Toi]
Put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
Put your ass into it

[Mack 10]
I do hard core rhyming, hard time grinding
With will I pimp hoes
Other niggas wine and dine them
Gotta love this pup shit
Passing the mud shit
Pockets on flood shit
OG lyrical blood shit
I don't rent I buy shit
Niggas jealous of my shit
You unaware of this young nigga getting all the fly shit
While you're rooting and recruiting
Nigga 6-8 whooping
I was in the hood shooting cause I had the wife whooping
I go from padres gold to oversized jars
I past up strife and got star awards
No time for hating, Mack paper chasing
Came out the substation to the hip hop nation
The mo' hits the mo' bigga with illegal weight figga
Done develop the status of a platinum plus nigga
Bust the first asshole to show I can hit it
I keep pushing, don't quit it
Don't stop till I get it

[Ms. Toi (Ice Cube)]
Don't stop get it, get it
(That's real)
Don't stop nigga hit it
(I will)
[Ice Cube]
I'm gon' do it, gon' do it
Gon' do it, do it, do it
[Ms. Toi]
You can do it put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
I can do it put your ass into it
[Ms. Toi]
You can do it put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
I can do it put your ass into it
[Ms. Toi]
You can do it put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
I can do it put your ass into it
[Ms. Toi]
You can do it put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
I can do it put your ass into it
[Ms. Toi](Ice Cube)
Don't stop get it, get it
(That's real)
Don't stop nigga hit it
(I will)
[Ice Cube]
I'm gon' do it, gon' do it
Gon' do it, do it, do it
[Ms. Toi]
You can do it put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
I can do it put your ass into it
[Ms. Toi]
You can do it put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
I can do it put your ass into it
Put your ass into it
We be clubbing
Freaky gyration is close to fornication
We be clubbing
Freaky gyration is close to fornication
Ice Cube Westside Connection
Know how we do?
Get your ass up in her

[911 dispatch] 911, forty reporting
[woman] hello 911, help me, help me
[911 dispatch] what is your emergency
[woman] there's someone in my house, there's someone in my house
[911 dispatch] can you please run by your address for me
[woman] 151 Shenedoah, Shenendoah
[911 dispatch] ma'am where inside the house are you
[woman] (oh my god)
[911 dispatch] ma'am where inside the house are you
[woman] in my room, their in my room
[911 dispatch] ma'am calm down, deputies are on the way
is the door locked
[woman] (shriek)
[911 dispatch] ma'am?

[2x] N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a

[Ice Cube]
(N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a) What the fuck's up Dre
[Dr Dre]
You tell me, you talk to Ren
[MC Ren]
Im right here nigga
(N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a) Release the hound
[Snoop Dogg]
Bow wow wow
Wha wha wha what what what, what

[Ice Cube]
I'm a Nigga Wit an Attitude thanks to y'all
And I don't give a fuck I keep it gangsta y'all
I'ma ride for my side in the C.P.T.
God bless the memory of Eazy-E
If it wadn't for me where the fuck you'd be?
Rappin like the Treacherous Three, fuckin cowards
I'd have seen Dre rockin parties for hours
And I'd have seen Ren fuckin bitches from Howard
And I'd have seen Snoop give away Eddie Bauer's
So fuck Jerry Heller and the white superpowers

[MC Ren]
This the shit niggaz kill for
They hear the villain niggaz spittin' with them nigga flows
Fuck you hoes, fuck you bitch ass niggaz too
Got something for you broke
These niggaz wearin' skirts like the pope
Who them niggaz that you love to get (us)
Who them niggaz that you fuckin' wit' (us)
Love the girl that weed and shit (what)
The saga continues, with the worlds most dangerous group
Four deep in the coup
('Im a spill it)

[Chorus]
I'ma smoke where I wanna smoke (fuck that)
I'ma choke who I wanna choke (fuck that)
I'ma ride where I wanna ride (fuck that)
cause I'ma nigga 4 life, so I'ma nigga til I diz-ie
(N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a)
I'ma smoke where I wanna smoke (fuck that)
I'ma choke who I wanna choke (fuck that)
(N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a)
I'ma ride where I wanna ride (fuck that)
cause I'ma nigga 4 life, so I'ma motherfuckin nigga til I diz-ie

[Dr Dre]
A pencil, a pen, or a glock
Im the original, subliminal, subterranium
Titianium, criminal minded, swift
D-R-E with that fuck a bitch shit (fuck a biatch)
A couple o' notes and get you hog-tied in rope
Dope like tons of coke, cutthroat
You don't want the pistols to whistle
Candy paint impala
I make hoes pop collars

[Snoop Dogg]
God damn, hoe here we go again
Fuckin' with Ren, playin' to win
(he got the) coke in hand, (I got the) juice and gin
Same shit you was fuckin wit' way back then
We keep it crackin' from the ack until the jack
And G'ed up C'ed up motherfucker blaze the weed up
We all on deck fool so put your heat up
I stay on deck so me don't get wet

[Ice Cube]
Look my nigga, we can scatter like buckshots
Let's get together, make a record
Why the fuck not?
[MC Ren]
Why the fuck not?
[Dr Dre]
Why the fuck not?
[Snoop Dogg]
Why the fuck not?
[Ice Cube]
Cus Im tight as the night
I had to wipe activator off the mic in 1985

[Snoop Dogg]
(N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a)
Real niggaz, biatch, you know

[MC Ren]
We cause tragedy, erratically
Systematically, in your house without a key
How fucked up that'd be
That'll be near your anatomy, my form of flattery

[Dr Dre]
Assault and battery, cus we coming with that street mentality
Straight west coast rider academy
Concrete nigga, that's my reality
[Snoop Dogg]
We tend to bus' on niggaz that get mad at me
[Dr Dre]
Was it a bitch in the mix
[Snoop Dogg]
Well it had to be
[Dr Dre]

Lying tricks told them dicks I had a key
Hoes make the world harder than it have to be
(Yea thats right)

[Chorus]
I'ma smoke where I wanna smoke (fuck that)
I'ma choke who I wanna choke (fuck that)
I'ma ride where I wanna ride (fuck that)
cause I'ma nigga 4 life, so I'ma nigga til I diz-ie

I'ma smoke where I wanna smoke (fuck that)
I'ma choke who I wanna choke (fuck that)
I'ma ride where I wanna ride (fuck that)
cause I'ma nigga 4 life, so I'ma motherfuckin nigga til I diz-ie

[6x] N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a

[Ja Rule and Vita]
Yo (we murderers, baby)
Da Murderers (I here for you, baby)
I.N.C. (I'll ryde for you, baby)
Vita, Ja Rule

[Chorus]

[Ja Rule and Vita]
I be running and gunning them down (we murderers, baby)
Leave me or love me now (I'm here for you baby)
Anywhere, anyhow (I'll ryde for you baby)
You and I together, and we blast forever
[2x]

[Ja Rule]
Ja's the dream and nigga's wake up and sweats its about
horse head in your bed, nigga
gun your mouth
potty it out
wrong nigga,
spit one more thang and have your hood pouring out liqour
cause my niggas run through lesbians
niggas, that act like brawds
feel the strip and thus be gone
hold up, nigga that done spread up
you might wanna keep in touch with the murderers
cause we, the murderers I.N.C.
is above yall niggas, it's the lord in me
and we can never be at a love's lost
but you, showed me love ain't boss
feel the force,
this young horse,
known as rule
gave more paper to jigga for my ewls
and lord knows ain't no pussy going to stop my flow
i don't love you hoes, I'm out the door

[Chorus]

[Ja Rule and Vita]
I be running and gunning them down (we murderers, baby)
Leave me or love me now (I'm here for you baby)
Anywhere, anyhow (I'll ryde for you baby)
You and I together, and we blast forever
[2x]

[Vita]

you that motherfucking bitch, Vita nigga
you want me to ryde you nigga
Clap up and hide you nigga
been beside my niggas for this long
i'm keeping my head right and tight and doe long
I can go on, about shit I've been through
transponed, keys are in too
shit i got issues
if I pop a bitch
then she probably a snitch
L-A-V-I-T-A-A-A-K-A Taday Vallet shit
when my niggas from my bitches
sold drugs from niggas to the murderes
I'm the bitch, sometimes i even spit on chicks
cause in the clubs, i say criss, and I piss the shit, baby
I know your brawds been feeling me, lately, now livin and lay
cause i touch them with gun blades, dark is us
any light, shine, we bust,
Vita, Gotti and Rule, we make up the murderers

[Chorus]

[Ja Rule and Vita]
I be running and gunning them down (we murderers, baby)
Leave me or love me now (I'm here for you baby)
Anywhere, anyhow (I'll ryde for you baby)
You and I together, and we blast forever
[2x]

[Vita]
The reasons why I pop between the lie
be the same reasons I clap off the nines
Roll up on bronx, like, who da hot bitch
and stock, with some sweats, humpin out on sixth

[Ja Rule]
That's it, go head baby, floss out bitches,
but me, i'm continue to clap niggas,
strike and heavy hitters that, play the field, reveal,
pull that weapon and re-keep the seal
[Vita and Ja Rule]
It's murder to the end (It's murder for life)
Only Jesus Christ made us a strong sacrifice
these niggas I die for, lies to the fed form,
set out these bitch niggas, I pick them in bad form
[Ja Rule]
Baby, I'm long gone, but I'm loyal
for the love that you show your bitches
and spread to your thugs
And they tongues get slugged
when the fucking wit us
you crazy, that's why (We Murderers baby!)

[Chorus]

[Ja Rule and Vita]
I be running and gunning them down (we murderers, baby)
Leave me or love me now (I'm here for you baby)
Anywhere, anyhow (I'll ryde for you baby)
You and I together, and we blast forever, Nigga
[2x]

Uh, make it hot... Teddy Bishop, Toni Estes....
For the Y2K... new millenium... make it hot...
Toni, drop the first verse...

[1]
Baby, since I've been with you
I can't stay away from you
I swear what you be doin
Got me so wide open and I can't control it babe
Baby, I'm so into you
You make me wanna stay with you
Every second of every minute
Got me so wide open and I must admit it that you're

[2]
Hot! Boy you know you are so
Hot! You're the only one for me
Every little thing you do to me
Every little thing I wanna do for you
Hot! Boy you're makin me so
Hot! Tell me anything you want
Every little thing you say to me
Every little thing I think of you baby

[3]
Honey, what you mean to me
Is more than any other thing
Can't front, the love you're givin to me
Is the best straight up, the bomb-diggy-diggy and
Honey, you stay on my mind
No other love I wanna try
Stick around cuz it's gettin better by the minute
And I, I must admit it that you're...

[Repeat -2- (2x)]

[4]
Every little thing you say to me
Every little thing you do to me
All of the things you make me feel
Boy you know you're really makin me hot
[repeat]

[Repeat -2]

One, two..
One (two) one one one (two) one, one, one
One two (test two, two)
One.. testin, testin mic..
Turn that mic up (turn the mic UP)

Aiyyo, Phar-oahe Monch-is, in-cred, i-ble
Ridiculous pivoting fit meticulous splitting shits
in half, cause my, words make, earthquakes
Soliciting intricately impossible obstacles hit
you-in-your-ugly-fuckin-face man
Defendin em even when I'm a minimum state of
mind cause, my rhymes, shine like, diamonds
World circuit, work it, perfect, timing

Ay-yadi-yadi-yadi-yay (hey yo we livin it up)
Yadi-yadi-yadi-yo (hey yo we livin it up)
Yadi-yadi-yadi-yay (that's right we livin it up)
Yadi-yadi-yadi-yo (c'mon we livin it up)
Yadi-yadi-yadi-yay (that's right we livin it up)
Yadi-yadi-yadi-yo (c'mon we livin it up)
Ya-di-ya-di-ya-di-ya-di-yiiiiii (we livin it up, we livin it up)
(we livin it up, we livin it up)

Heyyyy, bump this shit in your new car system
The pinnacle of sinister the cynical wisdom
My strategy, split em, seemingly hitting em
with little eenie meenie bits of flattery
That'll stagger em for a minute, imagine I'm draggin em in it
The mud, "Fudge Pudge" rememebr I'm braggin infinite
This Menace here II finish off Society
Not Dennis, the nemesis of a different variety
The gap-toothed kid with the ill computer flow (uhh)
The Most Beautifullest Thing, so suitable

Ay-yadi-yadi-yadi-yay (hey yo we livin it up)
Yadi-yadi-yadi-yo (hey yo we livin it up)
Yadi-yadi-yadi-yay (hey yo we livin it up)
Yadi-yadi-yadi-yo (shhh.. we livin it up)
Yadi-yadi-yadi-yay (hey yo we livin it up)
Yadi-yadi-yadi-yo (that's right we livin it up)
Ya-di-ya-di-ya-di-ya-di-yiiiiii (we livin it up, we livin it up)
(we livin it up, we livin it up)

Yo, come get that ass kicked fast quick
Monch already with an asterik
Blast past MC's faster than Flash did
At last a cop checked to cop hash wit
Dash a little bit in the cake mix to get blasted
Sacred, scriptures written inscripted scribe my scrupils
Slap unhappy MC's who become my pupils
You're tossed, cut off, similar to cuticles
The Most Beautifullest Thing, so suitable

Yadi-yadi-yadi-yay (yo, we livened it up)
Yadi-yadi-yadi-yo (that's right, we livened it up)
Yadi-yadi-yadi-yay (we livened it up)
Yadi-yadi-yadi-yo (we livened it up)
Yadi-yadi-yadi-yay (shhh... we livin it up)
Yadi-yadi-yadi-yo (that's right we livin it up)
Ya-di-ya-di-ya-di-ya-di-yiiiiii (we livin it up, we livin it up)
(we livin it up, we livin it up)

Yeah!

[lighter clicking in the background]
now this is what im talking about baby (inhaling)

and this is for the weed heads and this is for the weedheads
get a bag of dope in a quarter o
[repeat2x]

[chorus (repeat2x)]
[second and fourth time at end in background "wanna get high get high"]
so who want a bag who want a bag
you want a bag you want a bag
you got a bag so send em out the door to the liquer store
get a bag a dope in a quarter o

[first verse]
alright homies legalize reefer leaves and nines
some of them say we evil a little sumthin sumthin for my people
and though I know that weed will even out your debt
love everything green (??)
gonna get ya fucked up wanna get ya fucked up
when you take one hit then I make you hush up nigga shut the fuck up
(?)indo and chronic hydro and skunk and I can think of some more
ohh yeah time to smoke said so I know high day come around on friday
toke the bowl breath deep boy yes then we pray
as the reefer help me see more everyday
(??)
we have one hell of a superstar bowl every first friday of the month
and your humbily invited were truly humbly united
enemies and all of ya'll hate on when i get my fade on
I'm so high

[chorus (same as first)]

[second verse]
on new year smokin the potent buddha (buddha)
they aint nuthin like that buddha lovin bomb shit
fat enough that it will make me move ya sooth ya
reefer creeper seepin in my sneakers seepin in my shiva heave her (nigga)
you better believe us even when we lonly weed wont leave us
not like these fake niggas that decieve us
all day the weed man dizzy we be better make it seedless
life aint easy put it on eazy but we still breathin
takin a hit of the reefer sendin me straight to heaven
chokin with my breezy
that herbal healin
and dont ya wanna feel that feelin and dont you wanna spend your scrilla
and givin the weed to the killas niggas forget why they killin (hell ya)
I heard they heard they heard they out here fuckin wit pills
nigga those chemicals will make you ill so get off the ecstasy
so to the realers mysterious and (??)

[chorus (same as first)]

[verse three]
thug that talkin till we love that love that that
dont legalize cuz they know we can
gettin high just to get by
through all the suicides and homicides
and genocides drivebys walkbys gonna multiply
and chalk lines in the towns in the h-double-o-d hood and it would rain
and it aint all were it aint all and it aint all and it aint all good
I started at eleven stealin weed from coppers
and even though you beat us I gotta thank you for the reefer
neva mess with white girls but I roll those white boys
niggas come out the pen and they roll some tight joints tight joints
my shit is swollen you shouldnt be rollin
livin on green leaves that will make your heart bleed
just go and let me split up the weed and be silent and sober
no jokin when the nieghbers door is open you want to come over
we smokin tokin and now we chokin tokin
and then we chokin chokin chokin
chokin chokin chokin chokin chokin
I'm so high

[chorus (repeat til end)]

[Chorus:]

I don't want to be
Be without ya, be without ya
I don't want to live
Live without ya, live without ya
I don't want to go
Go without ya, go without ya
I don't want to be alone

[Verse 1:]

When we hooked up
We sat down
Made an agreement
We vowed that
That we always be together
Thru whatever
We said that
No one would ever
Get between us
Said we'd never
Ever leave us
That was a while ago
But now lately
It feels like
I mean I feel like
All we do is fight
Every single night
Can't make it tight
Can't get it right
I just want to go back
Take it way back
All the way back
Can we start again
Do it over
Can we straighten it out
Can we work it out
Cause i don't wanna be

[Chorus:2x]

[Verse:2]

Do you realize
I can't sleep without ya
Think without ya
Speak without ya
Be without ya
I can't even breath without ya
I can't feel without ya
Deal without ya
Spend without ya
My whole world is upside down
Don't wanna go out
Cause I can't ride without ya
Feel like I'm gon die without ya
What is a girl suppposed to do
When i spend my last dime
To be in your life

[Chorus: 2x]

[Bridge:]

How can we (said its not working out)
We ought to be (Always together)
Its hurting me (That we don't talk no more)
It wasn't supposed to be this way
Where did we go wrong
We both made mistakes
We've got to carry on

[Chorus: 4x]

[Intro:]
Let um feel the beat first
I'm bout to come through your stereo
Should my rhyme start with the hook
Start with the hook

To my people who don't wanna go to work
Thank God it's Friday
Cover me she bout to put up her skirt
Thank God it's Friday
Do Your mom now you act so berserk
Thank God it's Friday
What's the track, what's the track girl?
She don't wanna, she don't wanna work on Monday
(I wanna thank my hood)

[Verse 1:]
For makin me a star before I had fast cars
And couldn't tell the difference between Whoppers and caviar
Before the fame
Way before things changed
All I wanted to do was freestyle and get a name
I used to work at the fast food restaurant
For minimum wage
Dreamin I'm on stage
At 17 I left the house
Cause my father was a minister
And I didn't want the Marvin route
What's goin on?
Today to sell a song you need a video with soft porn
MC's in the industry
You wanna tip?
Don't let them pimp you like Goldy
And tell Sony they better have my money
Cause I play wit the Comodores and be like Lionel Richie
Low Income, I stay so hungry that if 50 Cent came to rob me
He'd be part of my charity
(I wanna thank my hood)

To my people cuttin here in the shops
Thank God it's Friday
To the thugs sweatin up in the chop shops
Yo, it's Friday
To my people that don't got no job
Everyday it's Friday
What's the track, what's the track yo?
She don't wanna, she don't wanna work on Monday
All the Ladies sing

[Ladies:]
I don't feel
Like cookin you no breakfast
This mornin
(Wyclef: All my hoodlums say)

[Guys:]
You don't have
To cook me breakfast
Cause your girlfriend will
After you leave
(I wanna thank my hood)

[Verse 2:]

For the love of money
I know kids who'll slit your throat
Friday the 13th
Jason wit a trench coat
But you can't scare Suzie
Cause her man got so many uzi's you'd think he was Cadivi
Meanwhile, she's getting her nails done
Crystal clear so they could shine like wit diamonds
It's such a shame what happened last week
Man they found her under the sheets with a letter from the Son of Sam
It said to tell New York I ain't sleepin
You want to be clubbin then you better pack your heat in
And to my man G Swar Rest in Piece
I still poor liquor
1 draw on the cocoa leaf
Inhale, exhale smoke grasses
Polices in the area, but ain't no need to panic
You wit Wyclef you getting in
If not, then we gonna make CNN
(I wanna thank my hood)

To my people who don't wanna go to work
Thank God it's Friday
Cover me she bout to put up her skirt
Thank God it's Friday
Do your mom know you act so berserk?
Thank God it's Friday
What's the track, what's the track girl?
She don't wanna she don't wanna work on Monday
Yo, to my people cuttin here in the shops
Thank God it's Friday
To the thugs sweatin up in the chop shops
Yo, it's Friday
To my people who don't got no job
Everyday it's Firday
What's the track, what's the track yo?
She don't wanna she don't wanna work on Monday
All the Ladies sing

[Ladies:]
I don't feel
Like cookin you no breakfast
This mornin
[Wyclef:] All my hoodlums say

[Guys:]
You don't have
To cook me breakfast
Cause your girlfriend will
After you leave

[Guitar Solo]

(Daddy, play that guitar)

"Who's the knucklehead wantin respect?" -- [Ghostface]
[sample repeats in background of Street's intro]

[Intro: Street Life, (Method Man)]

Yo, yo
Never doubt the Life
(EHHHH! YO!) Yo
Who the fuck are you to criticize me?
Yo, I slap, yo, I slap dick ta ya wifey
Yo (respect, that's my word)

[Street Life]
Another Wu tradition, Street vision, listen
All my life I've been poverty stricken
Always took what's mines, never was given
a second chance just to rap sheet a bad decision
You can't knock the hustle or the life that I'm livin
Quick to stick the clip in, blow you out position
Street juridictions, nigga, no restriction
Concrete composition for emcee's in submission
Special edition crash course mission
Push through like the task force and crush all competition
See you from a distance, dry snitchin, whisperin
Greet your man posted up like two little bitches
When you get the heart, step live or catch stitches
Or find yourself with Del, sleepin with the fishes
I got no love for fans that's fake ass niggas
I can't stand the bid when it's all in my business
Wu-Tang Forever and a day, don't get it twisted
I get lifted, I just shoot somethin from hot buscuit
These street kids, we can't lost, we terrorize you district
Leave no finger prints and no survivin witness

[Chorus: Method Man]

Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide
(Yo, yo Math!)
It's them kids from the otherside "Shaolin" Worldwide
Street Life, Homocide, nowhere to run to
Nowhere to hide, boo, we P.L.O.
Fo' sho', if it don't flow, gotta go
Fo' sho', if it don't blow, gotta go
Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go
Some didn't listen 'til my gun went BLOW!

[Inspectah Deck]
Yo, thoughts sharper than a Japanese Kitana
Ninja coma, pirahnas crack teeth on my armor
Scadalous, I ran contra-bomber, stalker like rebels of Rwanda
Death before dishonor, snake charmer, persona of one who makes drama
Godfather 4 type saga, tuckin a revolver in my Parker
Bombin unprepared for departure, might talk but strike harder
Fear the bow of the silent archer
Sure shotter, pass the rock to your starter
Poison darter, news photographers document the horror
While I bounce Shaunda with Tiwana and I from blue Honda
Honorable scholar, rockwilder, rip mic's for top dollar
Your highnes, the crowd hollar
Got your head rock, feel the brain trauma
Crowd sponser, hotter than Bahama steam saunas
The Rebel of opera, popped off the choclate and the ?gosha?
Monster truck crush you imposters

[Chorus: Method Man]

Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide
It's them kids from the otherside "Shaolin" Worldwide
I.N.S., Homocide, nowhere to run to
Nowhere to hide, boo, we P.L.O.
Fo' sho', if it don't flow, gotta go
Fo' sho', if it don't blow, gotta go
Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go
Some didn't listen 'til my gun went BLOW!

[Method Man]
I'm the four mic emcee with five mic potential
Overlooked cuz y'all can't understand what I been thru
You ain't got to love me, or even pretend to
Actin like the street, they ain't got no street credentials
Crack villians, raps be killin instrumentals
The caps pealin and slap a feelin out ya dental
Underground, sound, for ghetto residentials
Up shit's creek lookin for some more shit to get into
Got the Clan jewels as I continue
to serve you everythin on that's on the menu
with Chef John Jacob, remember Sunz Of Man told you Wake Up?
My nigga smell the coffee, I'm too hardcore to kill softly
Come to free the mind and get the bullshit up off me
The Jedi, only use The Force if ya force me
Shaolin What? Don't get it fucked up and cross me
Rappers gettin stuck for actin stuck up and flossy
Say it ain't so! Bust the callico
Rap from the Island called Stat', here we go

[Chorus: Method Man]

Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide
It's them kids from the otherside "Shaolin" Worldwide
Method Man, Homocide, nowhere to run to
Nowhere to hide, boo, we P.L.O.
Fo' sho', if it don't flow, gotta go
Fo' sho', if it don't blow, gotta go
Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go
Some didn't listen 'til my gun went BLOW!

"wantin respect--wantin respect" -- [Ghostface]
"Who's the knucklehead wantin respect?" -- [Ghostface]
"wantin respect--wantin respect" -- [Ghostface]
"wantin respect, sharpest niggas in the..." -- [Ghostface]

[Mack 10]
Hoo Bangin' and Cash Money
Hustlin' every Frday

[Baby]
Got a package on Wednesday, Thursday I broke it up
Now Friday done came, today we cookin' up
Ain't gettin' loaded nigga, no time for fuckin' up
I'm breakin' niggaz of with bricks from hust-a-lers
The hood done changed cause niggaz is comin' up
Ya short me, I'ma have to blow your hood up
The feds on my ass but I need my change
So I could ride Hummers, Jags and Bentleys man

[Manny Fresh]
It's that day, phat day
Kidnappin' and gun play
I need my riches from you bitches and I can't stay
Now that the flavor that I savor neighbor, 20 inch thangs
Rag on my head, white T-shirt and bagette chains
Mac like roni the one and only
Nigga Puff like Daddy and I'm pretty like Tony
Friday, lie day, tell the lil nigga I'll pay 'em
And when he come up with the product, ya'll niggaz spray 'em
Now why they
Had to do me on Friday

[Chorus: B.G. (2x)]

It's Friday, nigga on the block straight shinin'
Runnin' a bitch down, tryin' to get it I'm grindin'
Sellin' 2 for 1's what ever nigga I got it
Them checks came out so the set straight poppin'

[Lil' Wayne]
Listen, listen, listen, la
Weezy-We, movin' 20 ki's a week
On a good friday it's like easy street
Breakin' down whole chickens, to quarters and halves
You gould get it harded than slabs or softer than sand
If you come around my course nigga
Askin' for the short nigga
Not on Tuesdays and Thursdays, I be duckin' the law nigga
You know I got that raw nigga, bags to bricks
Whole things goin' for 10 and ounces for 6
Look it's iceberg nigga expect the worst
Friday done fell on the first and I got that work
And if I fron the whole thing, I'ma ask for 11
If I front a half a thing, I'm taxin' ya 7
Cause I gotta ride dubs nigga runnin' whatever
A CMR standard nigga got a flosser Kompressor
I got a extra 223, and my pockets to spend
And on the next Friday, I'ma do it again
Wha

[Chorus: B.G. (2x)]

[Mack 10]
Man first it was a hard night
And that was good Friday, I got to duck 'til I'm special on the hard white
I'm ridin' 20 inches, flossin', stay shinin'
I'm the boss, I get chickens at cost and stay grindin'
Don't make me put on the bass and so I'm bout to start hoopin'
I'll remake 2 out a 1 so I can get hootin' and recoopin'
My game gettin' strong and my profit gettin' long
I bust the whole chick down and sell it all in zones
Try to beat me or cheat me and get your shirt stained up
And run for pop those hollows towards the door and freeze your brain up
All hustlin' hit the stores and turn the flame up
Left the water bubblin' and rocked the caine up
So Baby, you Wayne and Fresh y'all get the machetes
Put it in B.G. cook it and y'all chop it when it's ready
And when you come to my hood and you lookin' for them thangs
Mack 10 is the name on the Caddy door now what

[Manny Fresh]
Why they
Had to do me on Friday
Why they
Had to persue on Friday
Why they
Had to do me on Friday
Why they
Had to persue on Friday
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot

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[Kurupt]
It's Friday

[Don Cisco]
Oye?

[Frost]
Yeah, yeah, Frost
Don Cisco, Soopafly, Kurupt...

[Don Cisco]
Fred Wreck waz up, boy? (Next Friday)
This is for the fly senoritas, mamacitas, baby...

[Kurupt]
Smoke something, baby

[Don Cisco]
You ready for this? Come on.

[Frost]
Look how we do now, pop chanpagne with the brunette
L.A. so hot, I rock ICE just to cool down
I ride's on spoke dubs in the street
All the ladies on the front that's loving the heat
So turn the beat up watcha, shake to the Cha Cha
Go ahead girl, let the whole world watcha
You know I want you, yo te quiero
You can be my gata and I can be your perro
Game tight, much sharper than a filero
This can be your ticket out the ghetto
A huevo, el mero mero, and the Don Cisco
And the Soopafly, K, get it going on.....

[Don Cisco]
To all my Latin ladies, You all know you drive me crazy
50 by 50 come give it to me baby
Chiqui, wha, what?, Que, que?
I could be your love if you let me
Recognize a thugh and respect me
Morena, Boriquas, Cubanas and Niquas
Sexy Chicanitas, all you fly mamacitas
Me gusta, when you start talking my Lingo
Say she ain't got a Hombre and she love to be single
That's why she hit the club with the girls tonight
You want to shine, go ahead is your world tonight
Shake your thing, break it down, move your body around
You ain't know? It's a party when my crew hits town
Now what?

[Chorus]
Mamacita
Sexy Senorita
You know how a Playa treat ya?
I only call you when I need ya
I love to love you than I leave ya
I give it to you and never cheat ya
So come on baby, let me teach ya
Lady you want to follow, let me lead ya
I'm talking to my Mamacita

[Soopafly]
Hey! yo! I make the ladies rock their drop tops and keep it hot
Lock it in their twat and recite the flows I got
I chip off rocks so smooth I let them slip off
Girls be all flocking the stage to watch me get off
Soopa making a cold manouver, I'm talking to you
Can you shine this boots I'm knocking and running through you?
Drop the Boo-ya it's me they running to now
Who can stop my track? I'm macking them like I'm Dru Down
The first haters that step get kill and peeled
Messing with Soopa
you'll be having your conversation with wilt the steel
Your eyes reveal, my ladies stay on tilt,
I re-candle the flame by sticking ah! to each dame
Like Arriba! Soopa and Frost smooking chiva
Kurupt, Cisco came through with the drink Eurika
I saw you take that money, don't make me beat you
Top greedy and sexy is ready... who that?

[Chorus]
Mamacita
Sexy Senorita
You know how a Playa treat ya?
I only call you when I need ya
I love to love you than I leave ya
I give it to you and never cheat ya
So come on baby, let me teach ya
Lady you want to follow, let me lead ya
I'm talking to my Mamacita

[Kurupt]
I love freaking, I love freaking,
I love me a Bon-bon Puerto Rican
Different skirts different weekends,
from L.A. to San Juan, Puerto Rico
I still move Perico, to the chicas and the chicos, Ay! Dios mio!
Neo, cam, strong, Capone, Stallone, concrete stone is home
Kurupt and Daz, Soopa Fly, Cisco, Hash
Frost, Big Fred, Tijuana, Cancun, Blast!
Smoking Mexicali, Slim Southern California Cali
OG Russell Simmons with women about a dozen
All my cousins California living sipping Tequila goosing
(As soon as we get home from work, ha ha yeah!
We gonna have to pop and purk, wha what?)
Cisco, C-note, Big Hash
Cisco and Hash, baby, no! Tango and Cash...

[Chorus]
Mamacita
Sexy Senorita
You know how a Playa treat ya?
I only call you when I need ya
I love to love you than I leave ya
I give it to you and never cheat ya
So come on baby, let me teach ya
Lady you want to follow, let me lead ya
I'm talking to my Mamacita

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[Chorus: Eminem (repeat 4X)]

It's murder she wrote (it's murder she wrote)
It wasn't nuttin for her to be smoked (for her to be smoked)

[Eminem]
Left the keys in the van, with a gat in each hand
Went up in Eastland and shot a policeman
Fuck a peace plan, if a citizen bystands
the shit is in my hands, here's yo' lifespan
And for what yo' life's worth, this money is twice than
Grab a couple grand and lamp in Iceland
See I'm a nice man but money turned me to Satan
I'm thirsty for this green so bad I'm dehydratin
Hurry up with the cash bitch, I got a ride waitin
Shot a man twice in the back when he tried skatin
I want the whole pie, I won't be denied nathan
Maybe I need my head inside straightened
Brain contemplatin, clean out the register
Dip before somebody catches ya
or gets your description and sketches ya
The connection was the prime suspect
But I ain't set to flee the scene of the crime just yet
Cause I got a daughter to feed
And $200 ain't enough to water the seed
The best thing would be for me to leave Taco Bell and hit up Chess King
And have the lady at the desk bring
money from the safe in the back, stepped in wavin the Mac
Cooperate, and we can operate, and save an attack
This bitch tried escapin the jack
Grabbed her by the throat, it's murder she wrote
You barely heard a word as she choked
It wasn't nuttin for her to be smoked
But I slammed her on her back til her vertebrae broke
Just then the pigs bust in yellin "Freeze"
But I'm already wanted for sellin ki's
And bunch of other felonies from A to Z like spellin bees
So before I dropped to the ground and fell on knees
I bust shots, they bust back
Hit be square in the chest, wasn't wearin a vest
Left the house, pullin out the drive backin out
Blew the back end out this lady's Jag, started blackin out
Pulled the Mac-10 out, stuck it in her face
Shut your yackin mouth, 'fore I blow the brain from out the back ya scalp
Drug her by her hair, smacked her up
Thinkin fuck it, mug her while you're there, jacked her up
Stole her car, made a profit
Grabbed the tape from out the deck and offed it out the window
Like the girl in "Set It Off" did
Jetted off kid, stole the whip, now I'm a criminal
Drove it through somebody's yard, dove into they swimmin pool
Climbed out and collapsed on the patio
I made it out alive but I'm injured badly though
Parents screamin: "Son, go in and call the police
Tell em there's a crazy man disturbing all of the peace!"
Tried to stall him at least long enough to let me leap up
Run in they crib and at least leave with some little cheap stuff
Actin like they never seen nobody hit a ;ick before
Smashed the window, grabbed the Nintendo 64
When they sell out in stores the price triples
I ran up the block jumpin kids on tricycles
and collided with an 80-year old lady with groceries
There goes cheese, eggs, milk and Post Toasties
Stood up and started to see stars
Too many siren sounds, it seemed like a thousand police cars
Barely escaped, must-a been some dumb luck
Jumped up and climbed the back of a movin dump truck
But I think somebody seen me maybe
Plus I lost the damn Nintendo and I musta dropped the Beanie Baby
Fuck it I give up, I'm surrounded in blue suits
Came out with a white flag hollerin "TRUCE TRUCE"
and surrendered my weapon to cops
Wasn't me! It was the gangster rap and the peppermint Schnapps

[Chorus]

[Chorus (repeats again to fade)]

What? What?
Money stretch
Lil' Zane, what'cha saying?
ATL's finest, what? What?

Man you can check my lifestyle
And see that I'm quite wild
Seven twenty-eight night child
Universal and versatile
You study my style
Trying to live spiritual
And y'all looking now
I can see right now
Y'all will never understand me
I call my best friend my family until they cross me
Alcohol and weed cost me
So I limit it
Running niggas over like Emmitt did without a squad
Drag you about a hundred yards
Many bumps and scars
Pull out in the hottest cars with my entourage
Smoke more L's than Debarge
With connects worldwide like Macintosh
I practice living large
Niggas out of town don't understand these kids (say what?)
Niggas comin' to get me can't find where I live
I got two or three cribs stack the mill in the mill
Y'all get none of this dough shit y'all fiends stay ill

Money stretch like a rubber band
So wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me
Go call your menz up
Coming up unexpected
Fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down
It's not a game
Money stretch like a rubber band
So wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me
Go call your menz up
Coming up unexpected
Fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down
Now throw your hands up

Name rings up in Hollywood
But I'mma true nigga, I'mma stay Hollyhood
I never change, might be a little busy though
A little nigga from a big ass city yo
I love the dough
Give me hits, give me more chips
I stay legit so the feds can't tell me shit
I came in with nothing to lose
Now I put my heart into making you move
I'm far flung
And the charts say I'm number one
You number two nigga
Check on the Billboard
Who under who nigga?
Far from an amateur, a money maker
Leave your chick alone with me
I bet I'll take her
The game's taught me one thing
Don't let her break you
Money make the world go 'round
And the girls go down
And even paralyzed niggas gonna feel me now
For you nerds that study my words, ya heard

Money stretch like a rubber band
So wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me
Go call your menz up
Coming up unexpected
Fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down
(None of us fuck around)
Money stretch like a rubber band
So wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me
Go call your menz up
Coming up unexpected
Fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down
Now throw your hands up

You steady being on the corner right
Niggas ain't seen me in a while
You probably thought I died
You devils love to see a nigga down and teary eyed
I call you idiot cause you don't know me really yet
I'm from the ghetto and getting dough is all I know
I'm on the low
I'm a mystery to 5-0
Cause they don't know
Damn my check is caught in studio
Business is lovely, see me in the videos
Bitches wanna fuck me
Worldwide nigga ride
I'mma about to go to where some people call the other side
And live my life in paradise, keep my family tight
But I can't keep the way I'm going
If the dough ain't right
My last days I can't live my life inside a cage
I'm getting money and you hataz don't do nothing for me
Either you with me or against me
Nigga let it show
I get the dough non-stop when the track's hot
And you know
What? Now what?
I ain't even gonna rhyme no more
Y'all get the picture

Money stretch like a rubber band
So wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me
Go call your menz up
Coming up unexpected
Fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down
Money stretch like a rubber band
So wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me
Go call your menz up
Coming up unexpected
Fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down
Money stretch like a rubber band
So wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me
Go call your menz up
Coming up unexpected
Fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down
Money stretch like a rubber band
So wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me
Go call your menz up
Coming up unexpected
Fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down