How Deep Is Your Love .......... Dru Hill

Faded Pictures .......... Case And Joe

Can I Get A .......... Jay-Z

And You Don't Stop .......... Wu Tang Clan

Bitch Betta Have My Money .......... Ja Rule

Disco .......... Grenique

Impress The kid .......... Slick Rick

If I Die Tonight .......... Montell Jordan

Glad That We Loved .......... John B

Terror Squadians .......... Terror Squad

Way Too Crazy .......... Tray Deee

N.B.C. .......... Charli Baltimore

You'll Never Miss Me 'Til I'm Gone .......... Terry Dexter

Nasty Girl .......... Kasino

No Love .......... Imajin

Tell The Feds .......... Too Short

Rush Hour Main Title Theme .......... Lalo Schifrin

Yo, Yo
I'm Godzilla

[Redman]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Look around brotha'
Ha ha, Def Jam
Def the word
Funk Rock in the house

Yo, yo, yo, yo
Look around brotha'
You keep it high
Dru Hill
Def Squad, from the top, one time

[Sisqo]
Hey mami, dju know that I like it that you call me papi
But it seems like they maybe baby
That you've been seeing another Chico
And baby, you know that he can't go down like me
And dju know that the nigga can't freak like me
So mami tell me one little thing
How deep is your love for me

[Dru Hill]
[1] - How deep is your love for me
Tell me what it's gonna be
And do you see yourself with a
Like me, on the low low
So your friends won't know, see now

How deep is your love for me
Tell me what it's gonna be
And do you see yourself with a
Like me, on the low low
So your friends won't know, see now

[Sisqo]
Ven aqui' little mami, Puerto Rican
I see the way you wiggle it, the way you move your body
He can't make it get wetter than me
But I bet he keep tellin' you he better than me
Ooo, you know that he can't go down like me (Cuz dju dunno?)
You know that he ain't no freak like me (And dju dunno?)
So baby tell me one little thing
How deep is your love for me

[Repeat 1]

[Female]
Ay, Nokio
Te extrano mucho
Ven aqui' mi papi morenito
Y damelo duro
Damelo papichulo

[Redman]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, buenos dias mama
Creep with Dr. Bullshit
When I talk my teeth should rot
I'm from Da Bricks, so which means I'm born to dog
Your girlfriends want a shot at it?
Warn 'em all
I hear them all from the bathroom stall
Tap and drawl
Say they get gas to pass platinum cars
Then I'm like, Yo!
I'm goin' to buy my crew bikes with double pipes
That we quick to lose on the turnpike
I'm the one that turned you out, dog it out
It was the Hennessey that made us slug it out
But you like, bitch you freaky, you down with it
Your other man's a punk
When I hand the punk the rush, he ride out
I'm tough, even Honey Comb hide out, duck the hour
Rush, better choose quick chick, I got tracks to dust
Dru Hill, Def Squad, if you askin' us

[Repeat 1 until fade]

[Case]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
That's right (oooo, yo, oooo, oh)
Life is funny, ain't it? (yeahh, oh yeah)
Sometimes you can end up with (c'mon Joe, c'mon, ready)
Somebody you really don't wanna be with (no way, babe)
And others left to figure it out (oh, sing it for me Case)
Check it

She was more than a woman, a goddess for all it seems (is that right?)
And all I ever needed was her right here loving me
For a while we were cool and the grooving of love was on
But I still remember how it felt when our love was gone

[1] - In a tattered picture book
Was a photograph she took years ago
Secret memories in her mind (secret memories in her mind)
How could love be so unkind?
Heartbreak time

(My heart is breaking, Oh)

[2] - Faded pictures in a broken glass
Like a mirror revealing
What the woman is feeling
Was it someone from a distant past?
Cuz it's breaking my heart
So won't you stare into the glass

(Joe help me out)

[Joe]
As she turned through the pages, the tears roll down her face
I could see her reminiscing why her life had to be this way
Then she stopped as she came to a page where her diary ends
To smell the scent of an old rose from her lover I suppose

[Repeat 1]
[Repeat 2]

The pictures keep spinning
(Oh na, na, na, na, na, na)
As she stares into the glass, I'll be waiting
(Oh na, na, na, na, na, na)
Cuz she's lost inside the past

The pictures keep spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning
(Oh na, na, na, na, na, na)
As she stares into the glass, I'll be waiting
(Oh na, na, na, na, na, na)
Cuz she's lost inside the past
Lost inside the past

[Repeat 2 until fade]

[Jay-Z]
What? Well fuck you... bitch

Bounce wit me, wit me, wit me wit me
Can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me, wit me wit me
Can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me, ge-gi-gi-gi-gi-gi
Can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me, ye-ye-yeah

Uh-huh uh-huh bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Ya-yah-yah, ya-ya-yah-yeah bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi-geyeah bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Get it!

[Verse One: Jay-Z]

Can I hit in the MORNIN
without givin you half of my dough
And even worse if I was broke would you WANT ME?
If I couldn't get you finer things
like all of them diamond rings bitches KILL FOR
would you STILL ROLL?
If we couldn't see the sun risin off the shore of Thailand
would you RIDE THEN, if I wasn't DRIVIN?
If I wasn't ah, eight figure nigga by the name of Jigga
would you come around me or would you clown me?
If I couldn't flow futuristic would ya
put your two lips on my wood and kiss it - could ya
see yourself with a nigga workin harder than 9 to 5
contend with six, two jobs to survive, or
do you need a BALLA? So you can shop and tear the MALL UP?
Brag, tell your friends what I BOUGHT YA
If you couldn't see yourself with a nigga when his dough is low
Baby girl, if this is so, yo..

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

[Jay-Z] Can I get a FUCK YOU
to these bitches from all of my niggaz
who don't love hoes, they get no dough
[Amil] Can I get a WOOP WOOP
to these niggaz from all of my bitches
who don't got love for niggaz without dubs?

[Amil] Now can you bounce wit me, uhh
[Jay-Z] Bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me
[Amil] Uh uh.. Major Coins, Amil-lion
[Jay-Z] Bounce wit me, bounce wit me
[Amil] Uhh, yo bounce wit me
[Jay-Z] Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me
[Amil] Yeah, uh-uh uh uh

[Verse Two: Amil]

You ain't gotta be rich but FUCK THAT
How we gonna get around your BUS PASS
Fo' I put this pussy on your mustache
Can you AFFORD ME, my niggaz breadwinners, never corny
Ambition makes me, so horny
Not the fussin and the frontin
If you got nuttin, baby boy, you betta
"Git Up, Git Out and get somethin" Shit!
I like a, lot of P-rada, Alize and Vodka
Late nights, candlelight, then I tear the cock up
Get it up I put it down erytime it pop up, huh
I got to snap em, let it loose, then I knock ya
Feel the juice, then I got ya, when you produce a rocka
I let you meet momma and introduce you to poppa
My, coochie remains in a Gucci name
Never test my patience nigga, I'm high maintenance
HIGH CLASS, if you ain't rollin, bypass
If you ain't holdin, I dash yo

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z] Now can you bounce for me, bounce for me
[Ja] Uhh
[Jay-Z] Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me
[Ja] Uhh!
[Jay-Z] Gi-gi-gi-geyeah-geyeah
[Jay-Z] Can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me
[Ja] UHH!
[Jay-Z] Gi-gi-gi-gi can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me
[Ja] Uhh! Yeah

[Verse Three: Ja (Rule)]

It ain't even a question
how my dough flows, I'm good to these bad hoes
Like my bush wet and undry like damp clothes
What y'all niggaz don't know, it's eazy, to pimp a hoe
Bitches betta have my, money fo' sho'
Before they go, runnin they mouth, promotin half
I be dickin they, back out, go 'head, let it out
I fucks with my gat out, bounce and leave a hundred
Makin em feel, slutted even if they don't want it
It's been SO LONG
since I met a chick ain't on my tips but then I'm
DEAD WRONG, when I tell em BE GONE
So HOLD ON to the feelin of flossin and platinum
cause from NOW ON, you can witness Ja the I-CON
with hoodies and TIMBS ON, cause I thugs my bitches
VeVe, studs my bitches, then we rob bitch niggaz
I'm talkin bout straight figures if you here, you wit us
If not Boo, you know what, I still fucked you

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]
Now can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Wit me wit me wit me bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Bounce, bitch, bounce.. wit me wit me wit me wit me
Can ya bounce wit me wit me
Ge-gi, uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh
Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh
Can ya bounce wit me bounce wit me
Geyeah

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Yeah, now we're gonna give a shout out, knowumsayin'?
Def Jam, knowumsayin'?
Niggas like Method Man, Redman
Say all the artists here, knowumsayin'?
Bacon Lot, knowumsayin'?
I don't need no introductions, Cat
Whuuuuut

I'm sittin' in my west, I'm analyzin' thoughts
I'm sippin' off a quart that I just had bought
I'm thinkin' of the moment, things soar in that head
I feel assurin' durin', also glad
Yes, feel assured by knowin' I won
Cuz there's no one who can fuck wit A-Sun
I'm not bein' pushy but I'm born to boss
You need A-Sun, oh yes, well of course
Don't see the riot, everyone keeps quiet
If you don't believe nigga, get hyper and try it
Yes it is me, a total fresh MC
Yo, I'm born to be, MC history
Rhyming on time because that's the deal
You're only as fresh as your ass feel
Other MC's, you are bound to fall
Cuz your real world is not a world at all

[1 - Street]
Drunken Master, styles causin' street disaster
Blaze cut faster than a fairy slasher
Tai-chi, Kung Fu fighting, ODB hands quick as lightenin'
Techique too deadly
Iron fist blew the pawn, switch styles like lay long
Let's get it on, heavy chow broke, it's not 'bout
Shadow boxin', better punch, you need oxegen, try again
When you catch the second wind, I'll break you in

[Masta Killa]
Approach the mic slow, it's about to blow
One foot crow crane, anti-chain movement
Restore the ming, some take this thing for joke
Serious men deep in thought, misunderstood, held the fork
He's too defensive, too mean, you didn't, now it's a scene
These cats over here got glock holdin' him down
These niggas scheming, I'm seeing everything
Ten steps ahead, on the wall smokin' my
Agent high told best friend of the wine

[Method Man]
Still drunk offa cheap wine
Holdin' front lines, niggas wanna front, fine
Fuck wit me and mine, rain on your sunshine
Swine nigga's come as hard as a pork rind
Can you dig it? Only five percent live it
While the rest of you fake niggas try to get it
Now fuck around

[Repeat 1]

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Down wit the All In Together Now Crew
The GZA, the RZA, me of course too
The thing I'm analyzing is strickly Hip Hop
That's what's made, well made is on my workshop
You was unable plus earn advance
Just to touch the untouchable kip hop dance
They're sayin' of the utmost, truly I'm the utmost
Have you ever caught the hip hop holy ghost
Man, I mean really, that shit is mad hype
Especially when you find yourself rhymin' over mics
I became a wrecker through my amplifier
Break it down base, treble through my dancer
That's one new dance, it's to my Black Magic music
It's not classic, arabic, or basic
It's strickly thickly, dirty and districkly
If not don't you pick me and forget me

[Repeat 1]

What up love
You thought I wouldn't recognize ho like stats
I peep you at the strip joint
You and that little black chick
Acting like you so innocent
When you in the six
Usually that bring the freak right out of a bitch
I knew something was wrong
Lesbian I go on
Ain't nothing wrong with bump n' grinding right
I like mines tight
You like yours licked
And we both like bitches to get high high wit
You opted to leave a nigga with no options
You freak hoe dance topless baby
What's ya sitcho
You ride dildo
Plastic nympho
Only see dick in porno
Hun lidten
I can make your life a world of difference
Throw me in the mix of your sexual experiences
See what happens
In like two weeks
These hoes is freaking
Making about two g's a piece a weekend
That's what I'm saying

[Chorus x2:]
It ain't easy pimped out
Flossing furs
Diamonds
Matching sets his and hers
Keep ya hoes on point
Tell them watch the fuzz
Cause
Bitch better have my money

Keep my ones on top
My tens on lock
My hoe in the drop
Got a hot little co-op
Prestigous
Rock a cuban link with Jesus
Lord have mercy
Let me touch this
Tease it
For reasons
I can't explain to you lord
Cause you know my actions are censored
Don't diss chips to fuck with no broad
This one can get it
Damn near split it
Yeah picture me paying for some pussy I ain't even smelled yet
Let alone got wet
But I'm willing to make a bet
That the next time we riding
If she ain't riding
On the turnpike you you bobbing
While I'm weaving
Getting weede
Believe me
This pimp shit ain't easy baby
I tell you ain't no hoes like the ones I got
They make you fiend for that pussy coming up out ya pockets

[Chorus x2:]
It ain't easy pimped out
Flossing furs
Diamonds
Matching sets his and hers
Keep ya hoes on point
Tell them watch the fuzz
Cause
Bitch better have my money

Baby girl you so hot I feel like Iceberg Slim
I pimp plenty women
Got to tip my hat to a ten
Just been in too many run ins with dead ends
Comparisions range from thick ones to thin
Explosive sex thoughts coming from this young work horse
I spend hard times like D.A.'s in criminal courts
Fro the love of my life I'll cut down on the sport
For the jewels with ice and creep to never get caught
You know the game
You and I is one in the same
But you got my name
tatooed on ya leg
Shit is serious
Now you caling me acting delirious
Used to be my best bitch
Now somewhat resistant
Street life got you hot like Heather Hunter
Worn out and don't nobody want ya
First time i met ya you played me out of pocket
I ain't know no better bitch
Now stop it
Game is the topic
And what's between your legs is the product
Use it properly
And you'll make dollars biatch

[Chorus x2:]
It ain't easy pimped out
Flossing furs
Diamonds
Matching sets his and hers
Keep ya hoes on point
Tell them watch the fuzz
Cause
Bitch better have my money

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[Intro: (DJ S&S), Slick Rick]

(Uhh check it out..... S&S......
with the ruler '98........Def Jam.....)
And here we are, in the phase again
That ol' funeral music, is he goin to heaven or is he goin to hell?
I don't know, he's right in the centre, y'knowhutImean? (Uhh uhh)
(Uhh-huh huh, uhh-huh huh, uhh-huh huh, uhh-huh c'mon
Uhh-huh yeah, uhh-huh c'mon, uhh-huh '98 c'mon.....)

[Verse One:]

Nigga no way rap better than, act better, that
veteran of rap *?ceteran?*
Brung on, motherfucker sung on, run on
Come on, go and have fun on, run on
Immediate considered, no he really ain't
The main ingredient, comedian, must be obedient
Reason why the player who away a few, say that too
cos no one else can talk shit way I do
School kid, the cool slid
and I rule wid, still shoot wid my 2, kid
Ain't no way on Earth to faze Rick, the man plays with wit
Eras-ed the man amazin the bassin
Border him, all on ya albums slaughterin
Better spin like slavery when I order him
Rejects creep yet keep step
Every borough, every state, every country in deep check

[Chorus:]

Mack all of it, controller shit, catch hold of it
How you gonna move Slick when cats like solo Rick?
Accept, yet no chances that they make plans
to wreck and make a nigga, breakdance the record
I turned and learned this sequel I burned went
urgent, mad white people like servin
Interested with, gets congested with
clowns, haven't made a record, impress the kid

[Verse Two:]

No entry, let's keep a hood rhymin shit (A-party people)
Are you tryin to have yourself a good time or what?
No stressin you, type of beat bring out the best in you
Allegeble, ruler came to add a touch of bless onto
Niggas think they bashin me, his majesty
of garbage and never were no match for me and actually
many a girl catch the fever
and I don't need anyone else rap with either
If this is based on skill, kill anybody will
affiliate Rick real to Hicksville
Same ruler movin cowardness out of this
Never out powerless, devour this and now it is
time for one to leave upon impeach
Help teach all men how to live amongst each (KnowI'msayin?)
Although a lotta creep yet keeps
Every borough, every state, every country in deep check

[Chorus]

[Verse Three:]

The bounce men, S&S sound bend
Listen up kid, an important announcement
There's a rapper I know many interested in
named Rick, no rapper alive could mess with him
Lace records all audience roar to
Grand of a show, skill on the dancefloor too
Freakin awesome, of course I'm married
High school broads keep your drawers on
cos this one in perf' case
Guaranteed to make you break fool at the work place
Diligent, shout as Mr. Militant
Allow me to do my thing, it's all brilliant
Although sometime the reign may slip
can't skip my part on the hu-man tip
Ain't shit, you rejects creep yet keep step
Every borough, every state, every country in deep check

[Chorus]

[Outro: DJ S&S]

Slick Rick and S&S now, c'mon
Slick Rick and S&S now, c'mon
Slick Rick'll make ya move your butt, c'mon
S&S'll make ya move your butt
Throw your hands up, throw your hands up
Throw your hands up, throw your hands up
S&S and Slick Rick'll make ya move your butt
Slick Rick and S&S'll make ya throw your hands up
S&S and Slick Rick make ya move your butt
S&S'll make ya throw your hands up, c'mon
Slick Rick'll make ya throw your hands up, c'mon
S&S'll make ya move your butt now c'mon
Yeah c'mon, yeah c'mon
Yeah, S&S and we're out, OOOOHHHHH!!!!!

[Flesh-n-Bone:]
Flesh-n-Bone,Montell,Monifah,
something for my people.
(I was on my knees last night and I said)
Now,I'm gonna lay me down (down,down...) to sleep
I pray to the lord and to Heaven:go bless my soul to keep
and if I should die before I wake up,wake up,wake up
hope that He saved a place in Heaven so I pray everyday for the soul that He
take up,take up

[Montell Jordan:]
Oh,you never heard these words before (no)
And I know you've never seen this side of me,I'm quite sure
But livin my life with you here is givin me tears of joy
And I never wanna leave you baby
So if by chance I go
I want you to know

If I die tonight,it would be alright
Cause I finally found what most I've been searching for my whole damn life
If I die tonight,it would be OK
Cause being with you is like being in Heaven anyway

[Monifah]
Ooh,I never thought I'd feel this way for you
And I never thought I'd meet a man that made me wanna say "I do"
You changed my whole life forever and ever,oh yeah
So if God should call,here's what you do:
know he's got my soul in Heaven,but my heart's with you

If I die tonight,it would be alright
Cause I finally found what most I've been searching for my whole damn life
If I die tonight,it would be OK
Cause being with you is like being in Heaven anyway

Now,I'm gonna lay me down (down,down...) to sleep
I pray to the lord and to Heaven:go bless my soul to keep
and if I should die before I wake up,wake up,wake up
hope that He saved a place in Heaven so I pray everyday for the soul that He
take up,take up

Now I lay me down to sleep,I pray the lord my soul to keep
and if I should die before I wake,I pray the lord my soul to take

If I die tonight,it would be alright
Cause I finally found what most I've been searching for my whole damn life
If I die tonight,it would be OK
Cause being with you is like being in Heaven anyway

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
So bad so bad baby
Listen

Time after time
You be thinking of me
Wondering if
These things could have been baby
I think back to us
The way that we were
I wouldn't change a single thing, baby

And know I'm not with you
Nothing to reap, but losing you
For a love that's true
Would I give everything I gave again
Just to get back what we felt way back when

Girl, I'm glad that we loved
More than if we didn't love
I would do it all again
Girl, I'm glad that we loved
Oh yes, you know
I'm so glad we fell in love

My oh my
How you've grown up so girl
Sound of your voice
It made me think about the choice I make
Now that I'm here all alone
Thinking of where to go
Just to call you on the phone

And know I'm not with you
Nothing to reap, but losing you
For a love that's true
Would I give everything I gave again
Just to get back what we felt way back when

Girl, I'm glad that we loved
More than if we didn't love
I would do it all again
Girl, I'm glad that we loved
Oh yes, you know
I'm so glad we fell in love

See life reveals itself
Through all the moves we make it
Everything we feel and things that
We say the things we say
My life revealed to me
The best thing about you and me
Was spending all my time with you
Baby baby with you
Are my lady, my love, my one and only girl
Just come back to my world

Girl, I'm glad that we loved
More than if we didn't love
I would do it all again
Girl, I'm glad that we loved
Oh yes, you know
I'm so glad we fell in love

[Fat Joe]

Terror Squad. Ungh. Now why you wanna go and fuck with them? Platinum
status, motherfuckers. Eat a dick!

Now who's the underated pro, they scared to play on the radio?
Who lives the lyrics, all my real niggas already know
Flow for flow, no crew can step to us
And blow for blow, I'm pretty sure that you heard the rumors
I give tumors to niggas and comas to bitches
No one's against us, roll with the riches
and float with the fishes
The revolution has started thats why I'm undercarded
My Squad will turn to the most feared into the dearly departed
As hard as they come, they all fall like the Great Wall
Make no mistake, I take you straight to the state morgue
Swarmin informers like cops at drug corners
Feds got the bugs on us, tryin to lay the law on us
They want us in jails, with bails too high to bond, but am I the Don?
Shit, I'll be out by the morn', word bond
My game is on lock, till you bawl cop
And its never ever gonna stop

[Prospect]
Yo, yo, I play the game with caution
Sun changes, gave power creative activities
bring fame and fortune
Why can't you live this? All day hands on bitches
With financial ventures, enhance the riches
Gotta hold the cake, my grandmoms had dreams
but it seems I couldn't graduate or go to Drake
It hurts at nights I gots to reimburse the vice
Niggaz is worse than shiest for the merchandise
My words precise, cause if not I wouldn't speak it
I rock shit everyday of the week, especially the weekends
Outside, these pretty clothes I live, but with the titty-ho
Knock a nigga out, for the shit he stole
We already degraded, me and my family the most hated
Bitch were barely both made it
See the thinly related, to everything in the street
I'm sellin coke, crack, and dope, plus swingin the heat

[Chorus: Triple Seis]

We got drug dealers and bug niggas, who love killin
Slugs killin, ya touch feelin, just for the thrillin
We bust feelins, dump bodies in crushed buildings
Terror Squad's everywhere, it's just us illin
I thought you knew you had...
Drug dealers and bug niggas, who love killin
Slugs killin, ya touch feelin, just for the thrillin
We bust feelins, dump bodies in crushed buildings
Terror Squad's everywhere, it's just us illin
(And it don't stop!)

[Cuban Link]
I got rubies on my Uzi's and gems on my Mack 10's
Diamonds on my nines and golden bullets just to match them
Platinum magnums with silver clips, real begets
Shit, I'm gonna milk this bitch till I'm filthy rich
Filled with chips from the floor to the ceiling
Just flossin and chillin in a Porsche full-a-women
I'm one in a million, get on the deal already
My skills are sharper than a steel Maschetti
Realer than the military
Killin every track I'm on, Link and Joey Crack the Don
Flippin in my Cuban Caddy, wit the hazards on

[Triple Seis]
So, come on if you gon' ride with us, live niggas
Hop with us, quick to try to triple five figures

[Big Punisher]
Your style is unoffic', niggaz like you stay on my wanted list
Pun and Prince, we're walkin on kings, like a son-of-a-bitch
Fuckin with this is hazardous to amateur battlers
Average niggas get lost in the course of embarassment
Of course you dont have a chance, I'm the boss in your emminence
Get tossed in the ambulance with the force of an avalanche
I'll torture your fragile ass with rhetorical paragraphs
For all of you that'll laugh at a historical aftermath!
I come equipped, my tongue and lips are like a hundred clips
Look behind you, I'll blind you like when the sun eclipse
Ain't no second chances, I glance at niggas
make em wet they pants
The chances are slim if Twinz done swing the rest of the ransome
The best and the champion, that means I'm far beyond
Dionne read my palm, told me to get on and put my army on
Come along, follow the Don, my motto and song
Live for tomorrow, cause today's almost already gone
Lets get on, split your belly with the Maschetti, long
Tears your arms of your shoulders, and tell you to, hold on
I know it's wrong, but it feels so right
I used to bust steel all night, but now I gotta deal, alright

[Chorus *2X*]

[Armageddon]
Fuck a Toe to Toe, give me a forty-four and a foe to blow
To make it more dramatic, I quote Jehovah holding the scroll
Open your skull, show you shit you ain't supposed to know
Break the world in half and spit the ocean from coast to coast
(Just to let you know) That I'm zone coasted
And play the visuals from the top of my verse back in slow-motion
Assassinate the Pope with no emotions
So why should I hesitate to crush a campaign like I wasn't votin?
My brain floatin away, above you niggas like I make time pause
Checkin my Rollie watch my diamond Roman digits
Golden riches, better hold em bitches
Cause we robbin niggas way before
the translation of Holy Scriptures
I was Armageddon before the motion picture
The last nigga to drop his verse and have the globe shiftin
My Squad's hard and far from Puritans
Robbin and killin men like we proud to be Americans

[Chorus]

[Verse One: Tray Deee]

I'm from the city of no pity where them gangsta's at
Dippin Lacs, flippin sacks, makin paper stack
Ain't no rules it's just who's pushin major weight
and just to claim your stake you gots ta gain some rate
Checkin fools for your dues, let em see what'cha got
Every step is for respect, you either keep it or not
On these blocks I done dropped niggas down to size
Ain't no question when it's flexin, who been down to ride
Til I die, it's just that Eastside mentality
that cause tragedy, now who ya think can handle me?
I'm at my peak, out on these streets with heat
Homicidal techniques and puttin niggas to sleep
I keep busters on point so they don't get lazy
Why you think they sayin Tray Deee's so crazy?
[Jayo Felony] He looked up in the mirror, tell em what did you see
[Daz] A crazy G from the LBC gettin way too crazy

[Chorus: Tray Deee]

They say Tray Deee, is a way G
Ba-by, and I'm just too crazy
They say Tray Deee, is a way G
Ba-by, and I'm just too crazy
They say Tray Deee, is a way G
Ba-by, and I'm just too crazy
They say Tray Deee, is a way G
And I'm just too crazy

[Verse Two: Jayo Felony]

How dare you step on my blue suede shoes
Nigga your crew boo-boo but you were born to lose
See everytime I write a rhyme it's like my last fuckin time
Now do niggas wanna sell dope or do niggas wanna drop dime?
Bicth let me flip this brick and, get up off my dick
All I can get from you is a motherfuckin hit
Bitch, ?? for real, fuck a cheap thrill
cos you givin up the ass, haven't you heard crack kills
Wanna see me gold, hell no see me flow
C's walkin on the moon by 2004
Want me to blast but not, cos I'll blast your spot
They got a AK for your fuckin pepper spray
You sackin down white gal, pow yow all day
It's either Beach to the Bay, where the Gz play
Motherfuck my enemigos, spray you or you spray me
Me and my nigga Tray Deee on the C/sea, we're gettin way too crazy

[Chorus: Tray Deee]

They say Felony, is a way G
Ba-by, he's way too crazy
They say Felony, is a way G
Ba-by, he's way too crazy
They say Felony, is a way G
Ba-by, he's way too crazy
They say Felony, is a way G
He's way too crazy

[Verse Three: Tray Deee, Jayo Felony]

Saggin khakis, totin Magnums wit plans for blastin (BUU BUU!!!)
Whoever wanna chance if their hands the fastest
Rich and get beat, no retreat, deceit
Pullin whole cards hard, niggas playin for keeps
Stay indiscreet, evade them weak niggas that shaky
Don't mistake me, I stay pullin off safety
A straight G from the heart with mine
down to ride, and I ain't never hard to find

Apologise to me, apologise to me
cos you's about to meet your end, nigga that's on 4 times 10
I'ma boy, with a straight jacket and Chucks, what the fuck
on mine? Pickin niggas like chickens who givin it up
I make brothers pull their pants up, never try to sag
In presence of a real ridah, that represent the C-rag
(From Long Beach to San Diego)
[Daz] It's Tray Deee
[Jayo Felony] and Jayo
[Daz] Actin a fool and gettin way too crazy

[Chorus: Tray Deee]

They say Felony, is a way G
Ba-by, he's way too crazy
They say Tray Deee, is a way G
Ba-by, he's way too crazy

They say Felony, is a way G
Ba-by, he's way too crazy
They say Tray Deee, is a way G
Ba-by, he's just too crazy

[Outro: Daz Dillinger]

Ha ha, yeah
(He's way too crazy)
Doin it like that everyday all day, ha ha
(He's just too crazy)
And y'all just don't understand this where we drop this on y'all
(He's way too crazy)
And we gon' continue to drop it like this til we die
(Is a way G, ba-by, he's way too crazy)
Tray Deee and Jayo Felony

This is the way it should sound

[Intro: Cam'Ron (Noreaga)]

Ya heard (what what)
Yo B, we don't even like half these faggot niggas anyway
(what what what)
I'm on my own muthafuckin' wheel (yeah, what what what)
You know what I'm sayin'
The real shit, you know B

My black family (what what what)
Slick Finga (clah clah clah)
Harlem World eatin' (yeah yeah)
Charli Baltimore (what what what)
Nore (yeah yeah what what what)
Cam'Ron nigga (yeah yeah)
Killa Cam nigga (what what what)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

[Cam'Ron]
Yo, all my rhymes - I rip it; the song had to clip it
The cats in the street, nearly killing over snippets
Birds gotta feed 'em bread, so he can eat her head
I'm almost 21, but I still pee in the bed
Had to flead the FED's, all be trife
And I got a crush on Edith (who, Archie's wife!)
Yo not monagomy, pornograhy
On the outside, like an apostrophe
Tell my girls, I really like photography
Snap shots naked, the wildest boss
First night, head whop, and our salads tossed
While you in a mean neon, I'm with Celine Dion
Throw her in the bed, she the next one I pee on

Say what bitch
Phase two
Yeah yeah
What what what
What what
What what what
What what what
What what what
Split that ass yo
Split that ass
Yeah uh, what
Yo yo yo

[Noreaga]
Yo, N-O-R-E; fuck y'all, niggas get hurt
You know I rock a Soul Train wit' a Cam'Ron's shirt
Doin' cartwheels, all my niggas got Hot Wheels
You a double A-R god, the bluntiest
You know we throw away, blunts for my niggas that's dead
Pour a Law Liqour, drink a long ligga
Then again I never beat, for my nigga Digga
You know I got, navigators, so we won't get lost
N-O-R-E, these Queens niggas call me the Force
At the arraignment, Thugged Out
Undertainment, for the lawyer - fuck 'em and the judge saves it
And I - did every crime - nigga name it

[Charli Baltimore]
Fools ain't ever know, the ghetto's be the baddest click
Charli's Angels, tangle with Devil's - Advocate
Hoes mad cause our pussy's got the fattest clits
It's some status shit, how we gon' have a bitch
Under pressure, the Un undress her
That's a tester, that's just the best flirt, to the best skirt
Ever make it to networks
Like N.B.C., N.O.R.E., B'More and Cam'Ron
Anything we put our hands on, soak up like a tampon, plan on
For puttin' out the hottest LP's
Since - shiiit yo, you gon' have to tell me
Cause this is hip hop, meneaja twat
And ya'll jealous cause what I'm fuckin' wit' the two hottest
Underground fellas, what!

[Chorus (Noreaga, Baltimore, Cam'Ron)]

Aiyyo Iraq, Harlem World, Philly, San Juan
Un-shit; N.O.R.E., Charli, Cam'Ron
Mansions, 6's, Richies, plan on
Cali, Houston, New York, jam on
Aiyyo Iraq, Harlem World, Philly, San Juan
Un-shit; N.O.R.E., Charli, Cam'Ron
Atlanta, Chi-Town, V.A., plan on
D.C., N.C., S.C., jam on

[Charli]
What!

[Cam'Ron]
Yo, all on the ballers shit
Nore, but we could call a chick
Head is what we all could get, biggest to the smallest dick
She gon' swallow all of it
Harlem gon' have a ball with that
After I get her pregnant, yo we goin' to the mall with it

[Noreaga]
Yeah nigga, you know the lie, fuck that bitch
The only reason I don't kiss her, is cause she sucked his dick
And I don't even trust, ourself bro, fuck dat hoe
Pussy stinkin' anyway, let her go

[Charli Baltimore]
Yo ya'll niggas stay fuckin' with them grimmy chicks
On the real though, I wonder where ya'll find these chicks
The rest is evident, I'm the type to split on niggas
But if they right, I'll fuck around and spit on niggas
And if they into that hot shit, I might let 'em hit my spot quick
But first they gotta pop shit
If not then they gettin' drop kicked
And I like 'em all, Black Jack ya'll
Near 21, all others gettin' cut cut
So be it, you see me!

[Chorus (Noreaga, Baltimore, Cam'Ron)]

Aiyyo Iraq, Harlem World, Philly, San Juan
Un-shit, N.O.R.E., Charli, Cam'Ron
Mansions, 6's, Richies, plan on
Cali, Houston, New York, jam on
Aye yo Iraq, Harlem World, Philly, San Juan
Un-shit, N.O.R.E., Charli, Cam'Ron
Atlanta, Chi-Town, V.A., plan on
D.C., N.C., S.C., jam on

[Charli]
What!

[music till fade]

Oh, hey, ooh yeah

Baby I feel disrespected
Aren't you playing with my mind, ooh?
Lately I feel so neglected
Tell me is it just a waste of my time, ooh
You're not the same man that I fell in love with
Cause you used to bring me flowers
And do that gentle kiss on my head
When you first met me
Maybe it's not meant to be
Cause if you don't show me you love me
I swear I'm gonna leave

[1] - You'll never miss me till I'm gone
And that's when I'm gonna leave
I swear I'm gonna leave
And if you don't show me, you love me
Baby our love's not meant to be

Tell me what kind of woman would make sure that you're fed
Bring your breakfast in bed, beside who? Who?
I'd made sure the apartment's never dirty
But when you get home you don't even kiss me, oh yeah
My friends keep telling me I should leave you alone
But I just say they don't know you, no, no, no, ooh
But lately I feel that contradictions and I'm trying
So what do I do, oh yeah ooh?

(I don't know just what to do)
I don't know just what to do
Maybe I should just say goodbye to you

[Repeat 1]

You just don't care
The way you used to
Cause when it comes to love I'm giving way more than you
Boy you better listen to what I gotta say
And show me love
Or find a girl that's easy to play

[Repeat 1]

Nasty
Nasty nasty
C'mon, uh huh
You know I like em when they're *nasty*
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh

All I ever wanted was a nasty girl
to make a nigga hot and scream "Don't stop!" when you hit the spot
Ain't a treat wit me, cos you see me with the Lock
Ain't gon' leave with me cos you see me in the drop
Ooh I like that when it takes some game
justa, get your name, don't you see my chain?
Got a lotta ice and she like "Yeah that's nice
You Kasino right?", and I say "Yeah that's right"
"That was you that I seen on TV last night"
I say "Yeah", she said "I'm sorry, you ain't my type"
I want a chick I could holla at, throw a dollar at
If she wanna come chilly, tell her holla back
Got the Ac fo' in the lot, tell her follow that
back to the room, checkout time ain't til noon
"But I just met you" but it ain't too soon
Let's play house, you be the wife, I could be the ??

[Chorus: Nite & Day]

All I ever wanted was a nasty girl
Someone who can go with the flow with the lights down low, oh
But she can't be easy, sleasy
Got to be based with freaky freaky
[repeat]

Excuse me Miss, you never heard me say I was rich
I just talk like this and walk like this
All I ever wanted was a nasty chick
who gonna strip when I say so, skip when I say go
Creep when I say no, uhh uhh I ain't think so
Party just beginnin, I'm thinkin bout it in us
As I don't drink or smoke, I'm thinkin bout women
in back of the truck, wit her legs up (That's right)
Sittin on 20's and she don't want money
She knows I'm a freak so she brung a friend for me
From around-the-way girls to a Playboy bunny
Use to be too thin to win but now I'm chubby
Just like a teddy bear, all the girls love me
Wanna play wit me, hopin, can't hit me
If I got enough money maybe she could stay wit me

[Chorus]

Tell me the truth, are you waitin after the show?
Cos you after my doe and an asskissin no
Let me know, do you want cash from the doe?
Is it sex or pay cheque you askin me fo'?
Pretty chick, don't you think that I'm serious?
I heard a lot about you, ain't you curious?
How you, shake your hips and you, lick your lips
Would you, give me a kiss if I give you my chips?
Ain't that type of girl, let me save you a trip
What if I was broke, all that I could give you is dick
I need a girl that's gon' still be, bout it bout it
No doubt about it, can't live without it
Sex me in the SC, so well
she need to ask me how she played, no replay
Playmate of the month, all she need is a pimp
I'm like the nastiest nigga since Larry Flynt

[Chorus (x2)]

[Outro: Kasino]

Kasino like a nasty girl
Nigga Lock love a nasty girl
Mike P'll love a nasty girl
Jive Records like a nasty girl
Everybody like a nasty girl

I wanna love you baby [repeat]

[Chorus:]
No love is a real love without you
No love is a real love without you baby

[Verse 1:]
They say we're too young
to fall in love
girl I need your touch
I just can't get enough
so hold me, slowly
no matter what they say
I was meant for you and you were meant for me

[Chorus:]
No love is a real love without you
No love is a real love without you baby

[Verse 2:]
I never had love to be so true
I'm so into you
baby it's everything you do
I'm losing control
can't let you go
baby you should know
you're everything I need and more

[Chorus:]
No love is a real love without you
No love is a real love without you baby
I wanna love you baby [repeat]

[Verse 3:]
Love without you don't mean a thing
In me you brought a change and my life is not the same
So don't you go away girl please stay
I need you by my side
Now that I realize that

[Chorus: Repeat 1x]

[Jamal] I wanna love you baby
[Olamide] I wanna love you baby.
[Repeat 1x]

[Chorus: (Repeat and Fade Out)]

[Intro:]

And it don't stop to the beat, baby
Funky Fresh on the microphone
One time for your mind, beeyatch (Beeyatch)
Short Dogg's in the motherfuckin house
doin what we always do, a stack
(Gettin money) Gettin money (Gettin money)

[Chorus: Too $hort, (Slink Capone)]

Tell the Feds we ain't runnin no coke factory
(Fuck a secret indictment, all I do is write shit)
Tell the Feds we ain't runnin no coke factory
(You got the wrong rappers, nigga you better tell em!!)
Tell the Feds we ain't runnin no coke factory
(Tell em Short, tell em!!!)
Tell the Feds we ain't runnin no coke factory
(OOOOOHHHHH!!!!!)

[Verse One:]

You broke the law, and you got caught
Got a good lawyer, case is bein fought
Life is full of choices, make em at the crossroads
If you had five, you already lost four
Straight apprehended, handcuffed and can't stand it
Don't wanna go to jail but you was caught redhanded
A felony, strike number two
Federal Agents like, "What you wanna do?"
Make a choice, so you start to think back
Short Dogg was a nigga that always rapped
Half my life ago, didn't sell no dope
I sold dope fiend music for your stereo
Sittin at the crossroads in '84
I knew hella motherfuckers that was slangin coke
Use to tell my homeboys, front me a sack
Postin me at the dopehouse dumpin the crack
My niggas wouldn't do it, I love em for that
cos now I still rap and get paid to gat
Since '87, that's how the shit comes
We made two hundred thousand in six months
Sellin tapes not cakes, cheques kept comin
Fuck buyin *?boats?*, niggas makin hundreds
Legit, you think I'm stupid, bitch
I bought a studio so I can do this shit

[Chorus: Too $hort, (Slink Capone)]

Tell the Feds we ain't runnin no coke factory
(You got it twisted, Bridget
Why pressin charges when I'm depressin hard and shit)
Tell the Feds we ain't runnin no coke factory
(Run tell em, tell em Short, tell em)

[Verse Two:]

I used to sell weed in high school, smoked the profit
I never sold *?company due?*, I can't knock it
cos the inner city public school system is fucked
Go to class all day, you ain't gettin enough
So at 3:15 it's time to put in work
Buy you some dope and go hit the turf
Ain't no scholarship, no rap contract
but a nigga get paid sellin hop and crack
I got lucky, it's not a get-rich scheme
I've been sellin rap tapes since I was 15
I told the Oakland police, too many times
I make a lot of money doin pimp rhymes
I never sell drugs to jeopardise my freedom
You never could make me realise I need em
I went from hundreds, to hundreds to thousands, to millions
I know what police want, I feel em
I'm always ballin right there in the hype
Instantly, dope dealer stereotype
but shit is serious, I know I never sold drugs
so why these motherfuckers tryin ta roll me up?
And smoke me, why? No one knows
The only thing I did wrong was fuck all ya hoes
I don't smoke coke blunts and sho' don't sell em
Call the FBI, somebody please tell em

[Chorus: Too $hort, (Slink Capone)]

Tell the Feds we ain't runnin no coke factory
(All you motherfuckers is lookin at us rock jewelery and shit
That's all you are)
Tell the Feds we ain't runnin no coke factory
(Somebody better tell em we got receipts)

[Verse Three:]

Rap is brand new, not long ago
Made a billion dollars last year round the globe
Now all the little kids can't let it go
to the new millenium with a brand new flow
Too $hort baby straight from the O
If you're like me, you're tryin ta make some doe
Roll to the spot and try ta break a hoe
Pimp her real hard and then take it slow
When I rap to a bitch, I'm a pro
I spit this game like never befo'
Grab the microphone and always rock the show
then I grab me a freak, tell her "Keep it on the low"
If I take her to my house she won't say no
I burn rubber with the bitch in my fo'-fifty-fo'
California niggas drop the top and roll
Stare up at the mountains, won't see no snow
I go coast to coast smokin indo
If my bitch actin up, I fuck her friend so
don't investigate me for sellin dope
If you see me rollin clean thru the ghetto
I'm probably on my way to the studio
Probably playin somethin loud on the stereo
Short Dogg, don't forget the funk motto:
'Free your mind and your ass will follow'

[Chorus: Too $hort, (Slink Capone)]

Tell the Feds we ain't runnin no coke factory
(We're up y'all in this motherfuckin holdin tank for hidin snitch ass
niggas)
Tell the Feds we ain't runnin no coke factory
(Nigga, I was promoted a tour of Kentucky nigga, and D.C.)

[Outro: Slink Capone]

Pop this shit, be outta state, niggas is hella fake
Moms ain't mess with the motherfuckin phone
My girl, she's fuckin up, god damn!
Nigga you better stop all that motherfuckin snitchin
Tell them motherfuckers we ain't runnin no motherfuckin coke factory
Tell em, tell em!! TELL EM!!!
YOU BETTER TELL EM!!!!
Let em know, TELL EM!!!!

Instrumental