Errtime .......... Nelly

Shorty Bounce .......... Lil Wayne

Bounce Like This .......... T.I.

Let 'Em Fight .......... Ali / Gipp

Stomp .......... Murphy Lee / King Jacob

So Fly .......... Akon

You Should Know .......... 21G

Whip Yo Ass .......... W.C. / Nelly

Talkin' That Talk .......... Chamillionaire / David Banner

Datz On My Mama .......... Taylor Made / Nelly

Infiltrate .......... Trillville

My Ballz .......... D12 / Eminem

fly away .......... nelly

(Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen)
(This is a Jazze Phizzle productshizzle)

(whoa whoa whoa whoa)
Uh, You see errtime that beat go (beat go) I need you to shake that thang, girl
(uh) yea errtime that beat go
(whoa whoa whoa whoa)
uh you see errtime that beat go (beat go) I need you to break that thang, girl
(uh) yea errtime that beat go
(whoa whoa whoa whoa)
Won't ya, uuuhh break it down break it down for me
don't run outta gas girl
down break it down for me
don't run outta gas girl

[Nelly]
Since that cop can't see his eyes, who could it be?
with the newest STL or who that but me
Who else with us behind the the tint or the new GT
the continental on blow got them feeling real glo
till they stomachs stick to, furr real, they grossed out
19's I come, 22's poke out
Just to see when they roll out, I'm killin the folks now
his money just chingy, my money it fold out
man, this happened vegas, and they hit me for a mil' worth
how many rappers man can tell you what a mil' worth
all my life damn worryin bout a meals worth

(whoa whoa whoa whoa)
Uh, You see errtime that beat go (beat go) I need you to shake that thang, girl
(uh) yea errtime that beat go
(whoa whoa whoa whoa)
uh you see errtime that beat go (beat go) I need you to break that thang, girl
(uh) yea errtime that beat go
(whoa whoa whoa whoa)
Won't ya, uuuhh break it down break it down for me
don't run outta gas girl
down break it down for me
don't run outta gas girl

[Young Tru]
(Yo yo yo)
I'm def'er than Jermaine, you could say I'm so so
Player taylor made, thats a no no
Sure it a 'aftermath', but I ain't a doctor
Squad full of 'BG's', city full of them choppas
Way more 'Game' than the kid with the G-Unit
Cracks by the gram an hour, thats a G-Unit
Like Ciara when I'm keeping the 'Goodies'
Cuz' I'm Jazzy like Pha with a tank in the Hoody
I'm Like..

[King Jacob]
Yea, you need to make your mind up
Ain't see her by now, you ain't gon' find her
She looks good, but she looks finer
Like (whoa whoa whoa whoa)
Yea, King- Laker, you ain't gotta know
Baggette you so real, cuz you gotta know
Got the type that make ya baby momma OD
Like (whoa whoa whoa whoa)

[Chorus]

[Bridge:]
Okay, now let me see you do it baby,
Okay, don't be afraid go now
And don't be ashamed of how you do it baby,
Just (whoa whoa whoa whoa)

[Nelly]
You see I'm tired of playin games with
niggaz with money names
For real money, you lame
I put your money to shame
Ha, this ain't cynical
(Naw) This ain't subliminal
I'm physical, financial and mental to be a general
Why the momma types you want a {soldier}
Not the type that in the tank but in the {Rover}
yea man you at the game orderin refreshments
I'm on the floor watching my investment
Buttoned up, some call it grown up look
I like to call it havin money that fold up look
That Don Perignon, Chrystal cold up look
Got her (whoa whoa whoa whoa)

[Chorus]

(whoa whoa whoa whoa)
(whoa whoa whoa whoa)

uh chea
uh chea
uh chea
holla at me
(mannie fresh in background)
say boy
you aint wan get hit with the AR AR 15 15
flip cars
so just imagine what it do to pussy niggaz that goin against me
i come hard
so i hard i'm bruising up my knuckles i'm watchin my fist bleed
so what
i'm bustin this bustin this fuckin up everybody that i see
so move to the left cuz you might catch a hot one
tear a whole square out ya chest with the shotgun
make a whole pair out one nigga with the shotgun
we can go there my nigga i'm so there
ridin by myself with the chopper on the backseat
shoot out the driver side knock his body to the backseat
sight pause i'm dominique dawes flippin bitch niggaz when them shoddies go off

lose the hand guns we dont got back nigga
we hold shotguns we pop that nigga
and when you shot it dont it
it make ya body bounce
you do the shoddie bounce

and when it hit you dont it
it make ya body bounce
you do the shoddie bounce
bounce shoddie bounce
now bounce shoddie bounce
now bounce shoddie bounce
it make ya body bounce

now ay fella
you aint wanna get hit with the AK AK 47 47
it have you battlin guns and roses
roses and dresses
funeral settins
blessins
ay man
you see em on the waist
i'm tryna shoot straight straight shot
dont lose faith
homie use safe
hit you in ya grill now they call you two face
this aint dance this a motherfuckin pressure point
blow quick break a nigga down to a decimal
break a nigga break a nigga down to a vegetable
lay ya grandmother next to you
this the the untestable the untouchable the young stunna dude
whatever stunna do
stop
pause nigga dominique dawes flippin bitch niggaz when the shoddies go off

lose the hand guns we dont got back nigga
we hold shotguns we pop that nigga
and when you shot it dont it
it make ya body bounce
you do the shoddie bounce

and when it hit you dont it
it make ya body bounce
you do the shoddie bounce
bounce shoddie bounce
now bounce shoddie bounce
now bounce shoddie bounce
it make ya body bounce

ay chump
you aint wanna get hit with this straight pump just a pump with the pump with the pump
i can pump with the pump
you know if i get em you got already you got already gotta slump
i shot em once with the buckshots
make it look like a sun shots
a nice body all dumb hot
he turned cold dead
anybody in the city cops say did
look me in my eyes nah look me in my barrel
leave a barrel strawberry cherry on ya apple
i'm a very scary new orleans mammal
shoddie on my back got me workin like a camel
put a hole in ya back and lift you up
i'm weezy f baby
guess whats up
stop
pause nigga dominique dawes flippin bitch niggaz when the shoddies go off

lose the hand guns we dont got back nigga
we hold shotguns we pop that nigga
and when you shot it dont it
it make ya body bounce
you do the shoddie bounce

and when it hit you dont it
it make ya body bounce
you do the shoddie bounce
bounce shoddie bounce
now bounce shoddie bounce
now bounce shoddie bounce
it make ya body bounce

[Verse 1]
Chinchilla to the floor, Cigarillo full of dro
White Benz double doors, I could change colors though
Blue Ferrari, red Bent, black truck on 24's
Several Cheverolet's on 20 inches maybe more
Used to wish for better days, now I'm wishin' never more
I could go buy anything, stick my dick in every hoe
Grand Hustle on everything, P$C in every store
Sellin everything from rubberbands to leather coats
Swear to God I never change, jealous niggaz never know
T.I.P. ain't never been a lame, jigalow since '84
Blessed with astonishing ability to pull a hoe
Fuck her so, good make her think this dick was full of Moe
Pussy so, good but I love it when she suck it slow (OH)
Her motto you don't swallow what you suckin' for (OH)
My motto you ain't ballin' what you hustle for
The VVS's let off such a glow to let these bustas know

[Chorus]
Hey! Hey! Hey shawty bounce like this just bounce let me see you bounce like this
Hey! Hey! Hey shawty bounce like this just bounce tell that bitch to bounce like this
Hey! Hey! Hey shawty bounce like this just bounce all my nigga bounce like this
Hey! Hey! Hey shawty bounce like this just, bend it over and make it bounce like this

[Verse 2]
I give you 30 seconds show me what you got could you
Bend it over for me drop it like its hot could you
Wiggle your titties a little lift your top get you to
Bust it open show your panties and your ass for me
Actually I was thinking you, Kim, and Daphine
In the back with me, lickin' on the bottom half of me
Answer me first know that sayin no is blaspheme
Me I'm pussy pumper number one you can ask for me
I knew how you danced for me that you had plans for me
Save the conversation get your partner out them pants for me
Damn honey, you'd be a fool if you ran from me
You ain't fuckin wit another dummy I'm the man honey
Im tryin' to give it to you 'till it make you stand funny (OH)
Throw that pussy right and maybe you can get a grand from me (OH) (HA!!)
Picture pimpin givin' you some damn money
Not a one thin dime but your ass is fine

[Chorus]

[hook]
Now shawty bounce with me bounce with me, let me see you see you bounce with me bounce with me
Now shawty bounce with me bounce with me, let me see you let me bounce with me bounce with me

[Verse 3]
Hey shawty stall if you want to I ball when I want to
Could fall through and shut down the mall if I want to
I could make your girlfriend choose but I want you
Why you bother me with what you will and you won't do
Listen shawty I'm a grown man and you grown too
You can leave with me I ain't gotta telephone you
All I'm thinking 'bout is me layin on you
Or vice versa with a lot of ass to hold on to
I got somethin' for that ass to bounce onto
You missin the chance of a lifetime why don't you
Hop off in the droptop, ride through the city lights
Take you where I kick it let you see what pimpin living like
Pop one of these then we'll see what you feeling like
Takin off your clothes wanna know what its drilling like
Presidential suite at the very end of the night
Treat you like a freak and give you what was missing in your life

[Chorus]

[hook]

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[Chorus]
Realizing livin life for me, always gettin into trouble
Cuz, im so fly
Im on a whole nother level
Left the block, and now im smiling countin money like
Realizing livin life for me, i done found another hustle
Cuz, im so fly
Im living life a lot better
Still keep a glock in case the jailers wanna hate tonight

[Verse 1]
Another day up in the hood, cant believe these cats still bangin (bangin)
Look at the years we wasted, on the corner block still slangin (slagin)
No matter how much we try to make peace, gun shots still rangin (rangin)
Cuz to be a hood legend, you die first, then become famous
Cuz i done seen this type of thing before
Just hangin out by the corner store
Stick up kids wit them guns galore
Layin there, body down, stretched on the floor
I thought about it, man im way too fly
To have a fella robbin me outside
Thats why i keep that thing by my side
And down every blessin while im screamin out

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I hate to say it but the people that surrounding me
Are way too shady
The only people i can trust is my family and my lady
All my dogs got guns
Ready for action
They wont betray me
Your the type to run
Or to hold my tongue
When it gets crazy
See i been through this type of thing before
Even had trouble with the law
On the couch when the smash my door
But they wont find the cash stashed under the floor
I never could understand the problem
I was the one to pull the shoulders drop
Couldnt live this type of life no more
So i had a part of me screamin out

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Im in blue, wit them BF frames
Walkin on lean, while mind chain hangs
Drivin somethin, pronounce mad strange
Never mad cool, cuz i been through flames
Walk wit a limp, cuz i been through games
Now shes a ho, cuz she been through gangs
Beef wit ghats for a small chunk change
Im rich now, thats more chunk change
The cops know slang
Man get the picture before u out the frame
Call me heart throb, cuz im so fame
Couldnt come close if u sat in my Range
My scars can prove but im passion and pain

[Chorus]

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[W.C.]
It's been a minute that I've been sittin up in this cell
Thinkin of many ways that I can get paid escapin jail
My life is like a football game, I'm movin the chains
Tryin to score so I could maneuver the Range
I hear police callin my name, I ball in no lane
Tryin to hit the wall, make the ghetto hall of fame
It's third and long, got a lot of yards to gain
I'm federal, youse a misdemeanor, you small change
It's that, S-W-A-N-G affiliate
From the penitentiary to the club, love I'm sendin it
Turn me out and throw it up and get your boogie on
And let me see those fingers in the sky if you feelin it
I'm sick, and ain't no curin me, maximum security
can't stop my back bumper draggin through your community
Process me, lock me down, level me hard kid
I still come out swingin like Ron Artest, nigga
{*whip sounds*} Ha ha!

[Chorus: Nelly]
Is it the concrete, or the walls
Maybe it's the bars, might be the guards
Nigga this is LOCKDOWN - lock 'em down, lock 'em down
This is LOCKDOWN - lock 'em down, lock 'em down
Is it the concrete, or the walls
Maybe it's the bars, might be the guards
Nigga this is LOCKDOWN - I'm 'bout to whip yo' ass mayne
{*whip sounds*} Ha ha!

[W.C.]
Nigga the bang bang get up
Skip skippin through the lane, swang, look at Dub
Swangin, still feelin 'em all, I can't wait to get out
When I touch-down nia I'ma turn shit out
Looka there, biddy-by-by, buh-by-by beddy-bye nigga
Lights out, Dub and Nelly 'bout to shut the lights off
C-walkin on the industry, spittin with all my energy
Dedicated to my niggaz in the penitentiary
Ladies bounce to this, sip Cris', get drunk to this
Refs walks to this, dawgs thump to this
On my mind is my fetti, itchin for the day
that I can parole and jack the nose on a Chevy
Three-wheel to the St. Lou' and connect with Nelly
Jump in the Escalade on them deuce-four Pirellis, nigga
Money is freedom and freedom is cash
And anything between me and my freedom I'll whup an ass
{*whip sounds*} Ha ha!

[Chorus]

[W.C.]
Yeah, Dub stay chuckin the pavement, I'm anti-general populated
Hood related, the industry most hated
Cause I ball greedy and rhyme for mine (c'mon) I'm willin to die for mine
(c'mon) While haters hate from the sideline
I'm like Fabolous, I make you "Breathe" hard, leavin ya bleedin and scarred
PC'd up on the sensitive knee guard
Dub Central ain't no surrender, spit for repetitive offenders
Facin D.A.'s with public defenders nigga
{*whip sounds*} Ha ha!

[Chorus]

(Chamillionaire Talking)

Hey! Houston Texas (Houston Texas). Chamillionaire The Mix Tape Messiah.
I Feel Like Niggas Need To Show Some Respect Off In Here Mayne.
Tell Em The Name, Tell Em The Name. Chamillitary Mayne.

(Chamillionaire Chorus)

I Hear You Talkin That Talk (That Talk), I Heard You Was Talkin Bout Me (Bout Me)
Soon As I Ask Who You Talkin To, You Replyin With Naw Its Not Me (Not Me)
No Bite For All Of That Barkin (That Bark), How Mad That Yall Done Got Me (Got Me)
They Aint Keepin It Real Like They Talkin, Pussy Niggas Is All That I See

(Chamillionaire Verse One)

You Could Be Hungry, Ugly, Chubby, Homeless, Crippled And Blind
And Still Be Better Off Then Niggas Talkin Lip To A Nine
I Hit That Track With David Banner Talk That Lip To Me Now
Pussy Niggas Like To Hide, Drop A Bomb And Surprise
Tired Of Lettin Niggas Ride, Gave Em To Many Times
Im Sick Of Tryin, Sick Em ??? Flippin And Flyin
Now They Got Me Yellin Out What? Like A Skit From Jon
Chamillitary Aint Gon Ride, Yall Niggas Quit Ya Lyin
Cause You Know That You Falsifyin, Niggas Know They Cant Stop The Giants
A Shoulder To Stop The Cryin, Move Over This Spot Is Mine
Takeover Its About The Time, Time To Put All These Boys In Line
You Walkin Into My Shoes, But You Know Youll Get Dropped To Tie Em

(Chamillionaire Chorus)

I Hear You Talkin That Talk (That Talk), I Heard You Was Talkin Bout Me (Bout Me)
Soon As I Ask Who You Talkin To, You Replyin With Naw Its Not Me (Not Me)
No Bite For All Of That Barkin (That Bark), How Mad That Yall Done Got Me (Got Me)
They Aint Keepin It Real Like They Talkin, Pussy Niggas Is All That I See

(David Banner Verse)

If It Jumps Off It Jumps Off, Let The Front Of The Pump Talk
Sumthin Thatll Knock Yo Fuckin Lump Off
Think Im Bammer Think Im Country, Well I Am Bitch
And I Gout Bullets I Can Share, And I Aint Selfish
Baby Boy I Got Just What You Need, Them Slugs Thatll Fly Through Trees
And Knock Off Kness, Knock Off Ears
Knock Off Peers, Got Beats Thatll Knock By See Us
Roll Up, Get Ya Throat Cut
Catch A Buck Fifth, Watch Yo Chest Lift
Dope Rhymes, Cause The Small Eyes Take A Smith
Bitch Im Tryin To Make Yo Nose Bleed
Like Russians Rushin The Shit Outta Apollo Creed, Ima Ride

(Chamillionaire Chorus)

I Hear You Talkin That Talk (That Talk), I Heard You Was Talkin Bout Me (Bout Me)
Soon As I Ask Who You Talkin To, You Replyin With Naw Its Not Me (Not Me)
No Bite For All Of That Barkin (That Bark), How Mad That Yall Done Got Me (Got Me)
They Aint Keepin It Real Like They Talkin, Pussy Niggas Is All That I See

(Chamillionaire Verse Two)

Betta Respest The Messiah, Hey Where The Hell Is Your Manners Man
Knock You Off Of Yo Henges, Like You Got Hit With A Battle Ram
Youd Be Stupid For Challengin, Knock You Out Of Yo Skeleton
You Be Down On The Floor Like A Lil Flip Or A Banner Fan
I Hustle Man, I Hustle A Grand Like Dude At Atlantic
Then What I Do WIth It, Flip It Kinda Like That Do That He Mad At
The Talkin Stops When A Rocket Is Sendin You Out The Planet
Youll Be Just Timber-N-A-Lake, Like That Dude Pullin Janet
That Could Get You Shot Or Damaged, I Bet That You Cry About It
That Could Get You Cut Beat The Hell Up, Then Goodbye You Vanish
Put Your Feet On The Concrete, I Hope That You Got Em Planted
Now Stand Back So I Can (Blap), And Make You Lose Alll Your Balance Koopa

(Chamillionaire Chorus)

I Hear You Talkin That Talk (That Talk), I Heard You Was Talkin Bout Me (Bout Me)
Soon As I Ask Who You Talkin To, You Replyin With Naw Its Not Me (Not Me)
No Bite For All Of That Barkin (That Bark), How Mad That Yall Done Got Me (Got Me)
They Aint Keepin It Real Like They Talkin, Pussy Niggas Is All That I See

(Chamillionaire Talkin)

There You Have It Baby. Im Hearin Yall But Yall Full Of (That Talk).
If You Got Sumthin To Say (Bout Me) Dont Say It Behind My Back Come Say It To My Face.
If You Feel You Got Sumthin To Say (Bout Me). Hey Banner (That Bark)
Lets Ride Out Mayne (Bout Me). Show Some Respect.
Tell Em The Name, Tell Em The Name Chamillitary Mayne

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Bill-me Clinton (yeah)
Trillville (right) I see you sir
'Bout to crank this motherfucker up right (yeah)
Tellin y'all 'bout these muh'fuckin Donnie Brasco-ass niggaz
Muh'fuckin snakes in the grass nigga (I see you)
Get ate up by these muh'fuckin sharks nigga
Knahmtalkinbout? Yeah, yeah..

[Verse One]
Dunn we stay on the road mo' than construction workers
My pockets stay, fatter than them niggaz eatin them burgers
Me, I'm a Red Lobster nigga
Lobster bar, eatin like a mobster nigga
Trillville, I'm a R, cause I'm a trill nigga
Trilltown on the right cause I'ma put in the light
Ayy, ayy, dese niggaz don't know me
I'm the same nigga befo', and not the BET
Call me Corleone or Don P
It doesn't matter cause it's allllllll me
Like if I was to push a whip, Cartiers, and gold teeth
You would STILL see me in the streets, muh'fucker

[Chorus]
Dese niggaz think dey slick, tryin to infiltrate my click
But they cain't, cause as soon as I say AYYY, we all goin my way
Tryin to take my cheese, man that shit ain't gon' work with me
Cause as soon as I say YEAHHH, everybody comin with me

[Verse Two]
I gotta have the fresh shit dat {?} me
Ho you ain't gettin in 'less you show some ID
I'm a 106'n like AJ and Free
And I'm poppin Cristal, Moet and Hennessy
Cause I'm way too cool, but I'll be damned if a nigga try
disrespect my shit, watch a hatin nigga die
It's too much money but, not enough time
But if you get your foot, in the do', then you gotta climb
to the top, but haters gon' hate, want you to flop
But if you get rollin the thang gon' pop
I'ma get bread whether it's cold or hot
And when we come through the city all the hoes gon' flock

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
Well it's King once again for the 2005
Dirty mouth the Gucci man Trillville on the rise
Trilltown dey in motion, Don P on my side
And you know I keep the potion full of 'gnac in my ride
Steppin out lookin good with Desire cologne
My main focus is to leave with somethin to take home
Now it's back in my zone, custom 3 what I claim
Never let these bitch niggaz get me off of my game
Now it's back to the lab, to read up on the yap
Lil' Atlanta hit me up to let me know 'bout the trap
Everythang's all good, now it's back to the hood
Got some broads do it all, loves grippin the wood
I'm a G about mine so nigga what about you
Get your mind off my money before my gun's on you
I don't have to play games therefore I don't make moves
I just post on the block with a million deuce

[Chorus]

Ewww
Bill-me Clinton, yeah
Trillville, I see you sir
Hehe
Right
I see you

[ Intro ] [ Eminem ]

Ballz, Ballz, Ballz x2
You'll never touch my...

[ Chorus ] [ Eminem ]

Catch me if you can but you ain't man enough,
You're standin' tough
But you know that no matter what
You'll never get the chance to touch
My ballz, ballz, ballz x2
You'll never touch my ballz

[ Verse 1 ] [ Swifty McVay ]

I see you ain't a playa, you ain't ballin'
And I don't even care who the hell you call in
In this game, it ain't no talkin'
You can get it started, I nail the coffin
And all I here is "get your man up off him"
So why I gotta stop it, this nigga was talkin'
And I ain't gotta prove you nothin'
I do it and you ain't gotta push my buttons

[ Verse 2 ] [ Bizarre ]

This dude in front of me, he weighs a brick
He's quick and I can't get Marshall hit
So I played my position and don't make a ???
Been doin' this for years, my team can't lose
And ain't nobody, ain't nobody hard
9 o'clock, I'm gonna punch me a ???
Hut one, hut two, I'm ready
Hike, give the ball to Nelly
And nobody out there feels me
Take this 'fore you have to kill me
And any player in my way, I'm foldin'
Damn it, call holton

[ Chorus ] [ Eminem ]

[ Verse 3 ] [ Eminem ]

Football, Football, I love football
Yes, tres, dos, uno
Dos, tres, fuck, shit, bitch, asshole son of a bitch
Everybody cuddle, blah I mean huddle
I just stepped in a mud puddle, butthole
Freak, who just tapped on my ass cheek
Nevermind, let's try quarterback sneak
Cover me, smother me with love that's brotherly
That didn't work, try another play
Hut one, hut two, hut hut hurry up
I'm reachin' up another grown man's butt
Hike the ball, I mean I like Bizarre
But Jesus yikes, I think I can feel his balls
My dick is long as it is hard, yeah so are my balls
It's the longest yard, whoops that's not the chorus
Run it back, wrong song, yeah disreguard
That whole statement I just made, what yard line we on?
On 5 and our timeouts are gone
Less than a minute left, I just throw my ball
To the sideline to Von, he steps outta bounds
48 seconds left on the clock but every last one counts
Call another huddle, we're down by six
The plan is, to throw the ball to Swift
But he's so god dang high, that he's trips
Falls and slips, Proof grabs him by his fingertips
And runs the ball all the way down to the one
But he don't get in, but all we need is a put ???
But all we need is a touch down and an extra point to win
But then I get sacked all the way back to the ten
God dammit I'ma slap somebody if I get tapped on the ass again
Everybody's laughin' now, no timeouts and its now fourth now
We're never gonna make it, wait I just got an idea
Quick, everybody get naked, Denaun go long
I'ma throw the bomb, c'mon how they gonna tackle you wit no pants on
Ass out with a floppin' schlong, touch down yeah I told ya
It's the longest yard

[ Chorus ] [ Eminem ]

[ Verse 4 ] [ Kuniva ]

The new face on the yard, just hand me the ball
I'ma run through all of ya'll, ya'll just soft
Even though my cleats is kickin' up mud
It's more traction for me, I'm stiff armin' punks
High steppin' through the end zone
I been grown, I'm so dirty you don't even know my skin tone
It's time to rumble, no time to fumble
And I won't stumble, your frontline will tumble
Playin' ball with killas, my team's gorillas
Three time offenders, even drug dealers
One of the best runnin' backs there never was
Movin' like Barry Sanders, leavin' you in the dust

[ Verse 5 ] [ Proof ]

Yack is high, I got the highest yack
Hit the ground so hard I leave tire tracks
Bizarre snaps like a fire crack
And my palm more stickier than spider back
Eyin' my eye, a mach truck, try and sack us
No matter how big they flyin' backwards
Wide reciever, recievin' wide
For every stride in my life, I breathe and die

[ Verse 6 ] [ Kon Artis ]

Defense is playin' a pass
Then the quarterback peeps and screams
That means that its time for me
To run out the back like a bat straight outta hell
My tracks burn turf when they excell
I try to lateral pass the ball to Proof
He got dropped and the ball came loose
And shot up like a flare, I gave the ball a stare
And use my lineman's shoulder as a chair
Now I'm flyin' through the air like a superhero
They can use this pose for a box of cereal
I'm no joke punk, I get my dinerio
For bein' the best player on my team what
As soon as I hear the hut 1, 2, hut
I do one run, run, the screen go run run
Then I cut, spin around in the endzone
Then I do the ninety shuffle so

[ Chorus ] [ Eminem ]

[ Outro ] [ Eminem ]

Footballs, I'm talkin' 'bout footballs Steve

[Thanks to lordbahamutzero@hotmail.com for corrections]

Typed by: short_pimp_05@yahoo.com

[Nelly Talking]
Free City
This is a shout out to every young brother ya know
Thats doin his thing right now
Keep ya head up..
He's walkin the yard wishin he had wings
Ya know so he could fly up out that joint
Man

[Intro]
If I could, fly away
Ooo and I wouldn't come back no more
I, I'd turn around
Just to see you for the last time
See, now I know
Hey, that it won't be easy
I done fought in a battle, and I done made it this far
I gotta few more feet, but its still the longest yard

[Verse 1]
Man, it's the longest yard I ever had to get in my life
And see my life ain't right, if my wife don't write
My niggaz cant eat if the fish don't bite
My raise the gross sales, like Mike and Ike
Now big brother almighty
I keep a gamma ray, i'ma G-5 G
Take a G-5 jeep, G-5 deep
Too some of their bare feet
And that jeep don't speak
Listen mayne they lock it down round herre
See body bag and gag and your found round herre
This as serious as it sound round herre
The guards guard the ground, 4 pounds round herre
And they ain't playin, they're just lettin you know
That anything they want to happen, nigga happen real slow
Get the word from upstairs, put you in that hole
I cant take it, I'm just ready to go

[Chorus]
If I could, fly away
Ooo and I wouldn't come back no more
I, I'd turn around
Just to see you for the last time
See, now I know
Hey, that it won't be easy
I done fought in a battle, and I done made it this far
I gotta few more feet, but its still the longest yard
Yeah yeah, its still the longest yard
Uh uh, its still the longest yard
Um um, its still the longest yard
I done fought in a battle and I done made it this far

[Verse 2]
I'm in my cell 20 hours a day
And doin push-ups ever hour a day
Cause im tryin to keep the cowards away
Thats why im markin off the calendar days
Tryin to get it out of the way
And im just tryin to keep a piece of mine
And im gon shame a [bleep!] with a piece of mine
Cause he tryin to take a piece of mine
So im gon slice his ass a piece at a time
But now that they close the door
Lock me in and cell 30 deep but its built for 10
Tell me what kind of world they got you in
With the barbed wire fences, box u in
From now, til they turn off the lights
I'ma read anything in sight
Its kinda hard tryin to read at night
But I'ma change my life
And hope another brother take this flight

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
(Oohh no) I gotta make it out this place some how
(Oohh no) Man I really believe that I done turned it around
(Oohh no) You see, all I need is that second chance to show
since I crossed the ration, my obligation of rehabilitation
(Oohh no) They can punch me high, and they can kick me low
(Oohh no) But I mean its gonna take more than that for them to break my soul
(Oohh no) Man its hard for people to understand what its like to be
gated, incarcerated, I just cant take it
but I'ma make it man to see better days

[Chorus]

[Hook]
If I could fly away
If I could I turn around
If I could fly away

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