Live!!! .......... Onyx

Move On .......... Slick Rick

My Block .......... 2Pac

What's Up Star? .......... Suga

How High .......... Method Man

Everyday Thang .......... Harmony

Everyday It Rains .......... Mary J. Blige

It's All I Had .......... Notorious B.I.G.

Ol' Skool .......... Isaac 2 Isaac

Domino's In The House .......... Domino

Summertime In The LBC .......... The Dove Shack

Sowhatusayin .......... South Central

Zoom Zooms And Wam Wam .......... Jayo Felony

Droppin Bombz .......... Tray D.

Still Can't Fade It .......... Warren G

Papa Luv It .......... LL Cool J.

Glamour And Glitz .......... A Tribe Called Quest

Kill Dem All .......... Kali Ranks

Me And my Bitch (Live From Philly) .......... Notorious B.I.G.

[Intro/Chorus:]

Let all the live niggas in
Kick all the bitch ass niggas out
We came to rock and shock the house
Turn it out and out and out

Aiyo, the words could get intricate, vocab's in my temple
but I'ma do this ripper dipple, it's your mentals is what I'm into
(FOR THE MONEY!!!) It's essential, and I got ta have it
A verb addict without an author, with the verbals, we hurt em
(WHO?!?)ever try to defy these guys they (FRY!!!)
and they skillet, to all that shit you say you do (KI-KILL IT!!!)
You yappin ?? urkin me and back slappin
You ain't no punchtop, it's you is the cappin (GUESS WHAT?!?!)
It's here and there, we're the core (THE CENTRE!!!)
And if Tommy gets live once more, we're back on his agenda
And for y'all hopeful niggas, tryin ta be contenders
(IT'S A STORM!!!) And we come down like goose coats in the winter

[Chorus]

Yeeeeaaaah
Ain't no slackin in my action, I put my back in
beatin tracks in, official now cold smash and jaw tappin
(YO WHAT HAPPENED?!?!) Nuttin, just niggas bustin caps when I was rappin
Cos niggas be packin pretty brand new pistols just for fashion
Cos a fraction be actin frontin, makin Jacksons off of satin
But there better be no procrastin with the axe when you're blastin
Cos when you're maxin and relaxin, that's when they start attackin
(SO!!!) Get the gats, forget the backs and like there's no compassion
Keep ya heat cos nowadays these streets is cold as the Alaskan
Plus my brain sparks and, my hat in Staten stay phattin

[Chorus]

Give me the shotty, let me liven up the party
I like to start trouble, cos I'ma little rowdy
And with just three MC's that like to fight
Even when we start the shit we always end it right
SO FOR ALLA Y'ALL, frontin's bad for ya health
Cos in the '9-fever, army goin for self
Kids is true for a cause and it's these fucked up conditions that
we all hate, well fuck it if it's our fate
Just listen up, to what I say
cos niggas get shot daily, everyday
Even my man got killed, now his family's mournin
but from all the dirt he did I know that, hell is callin
Went to his wake and shit got held up
by niggas with masks on their face, I couldn't escape, I was fucked
They said "Everybody in here, up against the wall
That dead nigga owe me money so I'm collectin from y'all"
The people gave him struggle, five minutes went fast
When I said "I ain't givin y'all niggas shit, I'ma just have to get
plastered"
From the centre of my life, a full-fleshed thief and I'm the truth
That's why we always have proof

[Chorus]

Yeah we do it like this and we do it like that
Who's in regulation? Watch your back and pack a gat
Never fall asleep, keep ya heat in your sheet
Cos goin out is what it's all about

ONYX!!! LIVE!!!
ONYX!!! LIVE!!!
ONYX!!! LIVE!!!

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They got a nigga shedding tears, reminiscin on my past fears
Cause shit was hectic for me last year
It appears that I've been marked for death
My heartless breath, the underlying cause of my arrest
My life is stressed, and no rest forever weary
My eyes stay teary for all the brothers that are buried in the cemetery
Shit is scary, how black on black crime legendary
But at times unnessecary, I'm gettin worried
Teardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic
And certain death for us ghetto bastards
What can we do when we're arrested, but open fire
Life in the pen ain't for me, cause I'd rather die
But don't cry through your despair
I wonder if the Lord still cares, for us niggaz on welfare
And who cares if we survive
The only time they notice a nigga is when he clutchin on a four-five
My neighborhood ain't the same
Cause all these little babies goin crazy and they sufferin in the game
And I swear it's like a trap
But I ain't given up on the hood it's all good when I go back
Hoes show me love, niggaz give me props
Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

Now shit's constantly hot, on my block, it never fails to be gunshots
Can't explain a mother's pain, when her son drops
Black male slippin in hail when will we prevail
Fearin jail but crack sales got me livin well
And the system's sucidal with this Thug's Life
Stayin strapped forever strapped in this drug life
God help me, cause I'm starvin, can't get a job
So I resort to violent robberies, my life is hard
Can't sleep cause all the dirt make my heart hurt
Put in work and shed tears for my dead peers
Mislead from childhood where I went astray
Till this day I still pray for a better way
Can't help but feel hopeless and heartbroke
From the start I felt the racism cause I'm dark
Couldn't quit the bullshit make me represent
Hit the bar and played the star, everywhere I went
In my heart, I felt alone out here on my own
I close my eyes and picture home... on my block

And I can't help but wonder whhhy, so many young kids had to die
Caught strays from AK's and the driveby
Swollen pride and homicide, don't coincide
Brothers cry for broken lives, mama come inside
Cause our block is filled with danger
Used to be a close knit community but now we're all cold strangers
Time changes us to stone them crack pipes
All up and down the block exterminatin black life
But I can't blame the dealers
My mama's welfare check has brought the next man chrome wheels
Shit's real, I know ya feel, my tragedy
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor
Gamin the hoochies hopin I can get to sleep with her
It's a man's world, stayin strapped
Fantasies of a nigga livin phat, but held back
Pipe dreams can make the night seem hopeless
Wide eyed and losin focus... on my block

And block parties in tha projects lastin way past daylight
A young nigga learned to break nine
Used to play fight with my homies but they stuck in the pen
I send them ends, but it's tough on a friend, in my mind
I see the same motherfuckers ballin
Alcohol will make a lazy nigga slip and fall, miss his call
I know the young niggaz understand this
Growing up in this world where everything is scandalous
I reminisce on tha fast times, past crimes
Tryin to cop a slice of pizza with my last dime
Can't explain, just what attracts me to this dirty game
Gold chains, some extra change, and the street fame
And what's strange is that everybody knows my name, swear they all know me
And lots of cash make a nigga change
I hit the green just to maintain, feelin pain
For all the niggaz that I lost to the game... from my block

Hit the carwash to get a fresh shine
I don't know how you buy yours but that's how I like mine
Think girls don't style, how ya figure
One arm's on my steering wheel, the other arm's around my nigga
This pocket's phat, don't get offended cause
Somebody makes it so somebody's gotta spend it
I take it from the boardroom to the boulevard
Troopin' all the players like I play cards
I pump up my Jeep and get hot
And once I put my tape in the slot my speakers hit the jackpot
Time time for some action, I got to be the main attraction
Blowin' up like Toni Braxton
Pick my girls up to check the party uptown
I leave my shorty home cause I'm tryina fuck around
At the sportsbar, honeys everywhere are lookin' mink
What's up star, let's get a drink

[Chorus:]

What's up star, I'd like to get to know who you are
Let's have drinks at the bar
What's up star, I'd like to get to know who you are
And if I like what I see then the drinks is on me

Well is it you or is it me, uh, I saw you glancin'
I peeped you from the door and on the floor when you was dancin'
This is the pick up line, I got the big up mine
I'm steppin' to ya like a stick up
I don't have to drop on ya
So let's go get a drink on the low and kick in in the corner
To the bar start walkin' and I'ma hit you off
On some of that good shit I was talkin'
I hope to keep you interested, you should get with this kid
And if you lucky you could hit this
But don't get souped, it's just a conversation at the bar star
And if ya slip you get the scissor

[Chorus]

Cuties everywhere I turn, when am I gonna learn
I be outta control, I see what I want and I roll
I get the digits quick from the honeys, they be fly and all that
But right now that's not where my head is at
Over and over again I step off quickly with my friends
To put this little love shit to a dead end
I got to stay on point, checkin' the honey with a tag
I got to bag my next chick
And there he is lookin' kosher, posin' like a poster
I won't bite come a little closer
I wanna talk but it's loud shit
And it's gettin' kinda hot in this crowd shit
So step over to the bar, and let's kick that lingo
I like to mingle, honey are ya single
If I give you the OK that means I like what I see
What's up star drinks is on me

[Chorus]

Sex on the beach and gin & juice
Nobody likes tea it makes me get loose
A glass of Moet and Alize
Cause this type of shit happens every day

Excuse me as I kiss the sky,
Sing a song of six pence a pocket full a rye,
Who the fuck wanna die for their culture,
Stalk the dead body like a vulture,
Ticalian, HMMM
Blacker than your blackest stallion,
Hit your housin projects,
I represent the Shaolin my nigga,
Hell yes, Apocalypse now the gun pow,
It be goin down diggy diggy down diggy down down

[Verse 2: Redman]

While the planets and the stars and the moons collapse,
When I raise my trigga finga all yall niggaz hit the decks,
Cause aint no need for that hustlers and hardcores,
Raw to the floor raw like Reservoir Dogs,
The Green Eyed Bandit can't stand it,
With more Fruitier Loops then that Toucan Sam Bitch,
Plus, the Bombazee got me wild,
(Fuckin with us) is a straight suicide

[Verse 3: Method Man]

10 9 8 7 6 5 4
3 2 Murder 1 lyric at your door,
Tical bring it to that ass-raw,
Breakin all the rules like glass-jaws,
Nigga, you got to get mine to get-yours,
Fucka, we dont need no rap-tour,
I'd rather kick the facts and catch you with the rap-ture,
More than you bargained for,
Tical that stays open like an all night store,
For real I keeps it ill like a piece of blue steel,
Pointed at your temple with the intent to kill,
And end your existance, M-E-T
Aint no use for resistance, H-O-D

[Verse 4: Redman]

I bees the ultimate rush to any nigga on dust,
The Egyptian Musk use to have me pull mad sluts,
I shift like a clutch with the Ruck,
Examine my nuts I dont stop till I get enough,
Your shit broke down light your flare,
Since the darkside tears you into hollywood squares,
6 million ways to die so I chose,
Made it 6 million and 1 with your eyes closed,
The blindfold, cold so you can feel the rap,
And shatter the glass and second half on your monkey ass,
And yo my man (Tical) hit me now,
Bitches use to play me now they cant forget me now,
Forget me not I rock the spot check glock,
Empty off a lickin off a hip hop,
Fuck the billboard I'm a bullet on my block,
How you dope when you payed for your billboard spot

[Chorus:]

Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
It's the funk doctor spock smokin buddha on a train
HOW HIGH? So high that I can kiss the sky
HOW SICK? So sick that you can suck my dick
Look up in the sky it's a bird it's a plane
Recognize, Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed
HOW HIGH? So High that I can kiss the sky
HOW SICK? So Sick that you can suck my dick

[Verse 5: Method Man]

Till my man Raider Ruckus come home
It ain't really on till the Ruckus get, home
Puff a meth bone, now I'm off to the red zone,
We dont need yo dirt weed we got our fuckin own,
Check it, I brings havoc with my hectic,
Bring the Pain lyrics screamin for the antiseptic,
Movin on your left kid and I'm method out my fuckin dome piece,
Plus I got no love for the beast,
Hailin from the big East Coast,
Where niggaz pack toast,
Home of the drug kingpins and cut throats,
(Hey boy, you's the rude boy on the block, you try and stop the bum rush you will get popped)
As I run around with a racist,
My style was born in the 50 stair cases,
Dig it "F" a rap critic,
He talk about it while I live it,
If Red got the blunt I'm the second one to hit it

[Verse 6: Redman]

Look up in the I got the verbs nouns and glocks in ya
Enter the centa lyrics bang like rico-chet,
Rabbit, I brings havoc with an A-K matic,
Rollin blunts an all day habit,
I get it on like Smiff and Wess,
Who clicks the best,
Punks take a sip and test,
Who split your vest,
The funk phenomenon,
I'm bombin you like Lebanon,
Blow canals of Panama,
Just off stamina,
Styles not to be fucked with or played with,
Fuck the pretty hoes I love those Section A Bit-ches,
Hittin switches, Twistin wigs with,
Phat radical mathematical type scriptures,
I dig up in your planets like Digga,
Boo scared you blew you to smitha-reens,
Fuck the marines I got machines,
To light the spit and read Mad magazine,
I fly more heads than Continental,
Wreck ya 5 times like US AIR off an instrumental,
Look I'm not a half way crook with bad looks,
But I may murder your case like your name was Cal Brooks,
I breaks em up proppa,
Ask Biggie Smalls Who Shot Ya,
Funk doctor with the 12 Gauge Mossberg,
Look I got the tools like Rickle,
To make your mind tickle,
For the nine nickle,
(Yo Red, yo Red!)
Punk ass pussy ass
(You ain't gotta say no more man, thats it)
Word up Tical, We Out
(IT'S OVER)
Sick ass niggas

[Chorus]

[Wish]
It's an everday thang when you let your nuts hang
My niggas they never change
They kickin' it wit the gang and remain the same
So follow me now see
Up to the double glock in
Hear pistols poppin'
Buckin' them bodies for shots and
Thugstas for them all and bodybags thugstas
Niggas deal when I man my thugstas
got to pump slugs for bustas cause I never did love ya
Nigga my niggas will break your neck
Nigga trying to disrepect
Nothin' but killas and trues I rose wit
We'll cut ya so fuck ya
East 99 is where you'll find us chillin but nigga what's up
Nigga want to get bugged
Nigga want to get drugged
Nigga really want to get fucked up
Pump pump put them in a trunk
Now watch them fall down to the pavement

[Krayzie]
My nigga just say when
And I'm runnin' wit the pump let the gauge bang bang
To the bang puff puff but I'm feelin' lovely
But I need mo' bud see
For me to slang my dummies
I got to put em in the mission for money
And I better run
I'll grab my gat and flip it wit big shot guns
When I'm gone gone strung wit me say now
say now how we swang them thangs

[Chorus]
It's an everday thang when you let your nuts hang
My niggas they never change
They kickin' it wit the gang and remain the same
So follow me now see
Up to the double glock in
Hear pistols poppin'
Buckin' them bodies for shots and

Before we go bust a left better hit that liquor store h
it em up economy 6 4's is frozen oh [x2]

[Layzie]
Little Layzie's runnin wit me thugstas and hustlas
Cause niggas we never no bustas
Addicted to my niggas to forever in well Flesh be the bigger
Brother with nothin' to lose forever we trues and nigga

[Bizzy]
Why not test the ripster comin' mo' sinister buckin me pump pump in ya
All of my niggas bang bang
Kickin in the thang so swang slang and
We won't be buckin real low really doe
Cause I'm on wit bang brain

[Flesh]
Pap pap stay strapped and again I'm coming to let my lead off
Ready to roll and I shook his head off
And when I get done I'm going to blow your head off they lost
Forever that fifth dog nigga dat all be nailin' 'em all

[Layzie]
Y'all fall down from the ball
checkin' out them draws hangin' them balls in Cleveland
Watchin' my back when I'm runnin through my city
Cause nigga it aint the same
Gotta get dank but I smoke and maintain
Man we crept and we came doing everyday thangs
And I won't get caught up brought up
Outta the cut wit sawed off sawed up
Nigga that brought that pap pap

[Flesh]
Every time wit gal up yall up started
This page but I can't escape my ways

[Flesh]
Holdin the gauge on the raid he slayed
rip this slit right back in the days
Yes Flesh put 'em to rest, let's test
Feelin' the pain runnin this gang insane
To the brain runnin' the same stuff it's an everyday thang

It's an everyday thang when you let your nuts hang
(Buckin' them bodies with shots)
It's an everyday thang when you let your nuts hang
(Buckin' them bodies with shots)
It's an everyday thang when you let your nuts hang
(Buckin' them bodies with shots)
It's an everyday thang when you let your nuts hang
(Buckin' them bodies with shots)

[Krayzie]
Me Killa [x16]
Oooh, poppin' in me clip and we come to kill you [x5]

[Krayzie]
Baby [x8]

[Layzie]
Wassup mothafuckas
Bone thugs-n-harmony still in this mothafucka doin' everyday thangs nigga
Yeah, it's all the same straight from the mothafuckin' land
Much love to Dru and everybody at Def Jam

[Krayzie]
Come again me killa (We kill ya) [fade in/out x12]

Everyday

(Chorus)
Everyday it rains
Everyday it rains 'cause things will never be the same
Everyday it rains
Things will never change cause I am not the one to blame

How can I try to make you understand that I'm
Only living a lie
'Cause I have to walk around everyday
With a smile
Everyday

(Chorus)

Waking every morning knowing you're not there
Is the only thing that gets me scared
All I do is think of you and all the love we shared
Everyday

It keeps on rainin in my life
It rains
And every day's the same
Baby you brightened up my life
So realize

Everyday it rains yeah
Things will never be the same
I am not the one to blame
Just because it rains everyday oh

I'm not the one to blame

Believe me when I say that it rains everyday
Got a cloud over me all the time and I
Don't know why it rains
It rains and rains

(Chorus)

Waking every morning knowing you're not there
Is the only thing that gets me scared
I don't know when you're comin home
But I'll be waiting with open arms
Believe me when it rains
It rains for real

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Intro/Chorus:

Well we gon' start this thing on fire
(Diggy Domino's in the house tonight)
Said we gon' start this thing on fire
(Diggy Domino's in the house tonight)
Well we gon' start this thing on fire
(Diggy Domino's in the house tonight)

Here we go here we go it's time to get started
Get'cha ass up on your feet
There's a new sheriff in town and so it's goin down
and I know how to make it all tick
It's been said once before that diggy Domino
can't make your body work
So just play your cards and if ya 'sweattle' more
then come on up outta your shirt
Now is it on the East Coast baby' (HO!)
Is it on the West Coast baby' (HO!)
Is it on the East Coast baby' (HO!)
Is it on the West Coast baby' (HO!) Check it out
Now I've been lit this fire, boy
Tempt me, Bo it's your turn
(We don't need no water, let Domino bring it home)

Chorus:

Well we gon' start this thing on fire
(Diggy Domino's in the house tonight)
Said we gon' start this thing on fire
(Diggy Domino's in the house tonight)
Said we gon' start this thing on fire
(Diggy Domino's in the house tonight)
Well we gon' start this thing on fire
(Diggy Domino's in the house tonight)

Now I'ma tell you straight in the record on your face
And some may think I'm wrong
But if you ain't paid to do your thang
then take your ass on home
Cos if you know how to move then you know how to groove
Just rock until you drop
You see it ain't no party like a Domino party
cos a Domino party don't stop
Now is it on the East Coast baby' (HO!)
Is it on the West Coast baby' (HO!)
Is it on the East Coast baby' (HO!)
Is it on the West Coast baby' (HO!) Check it out
Now I've been lit this fire, boy
Tempt me, Bo it's your turn
(We don't need no water, let Domino bring it home)

Chorus

You see I got to live it up when I'm comin in the place
I knew just what it takes just to see your ass shake
So if you're from the ol' school then do what you do
and if ya square dance then you can skip-to-my-lu
Ya say ya can't damn, then that's what you say
But I can rock your body while ya screamin out "Heeeeyyy!!!"
So now ya know what it's all about
Then get that ass up cos Domino's in the house

Chorus to fade

[Intro:]
[C Knight]
Yeah, This is C Knight fom the Dove Shack
Gettin those here out
kickin it at King's Park wit all the homies
Heh, and you know what I'm sayin
So why don't you uh check out my homie Bo to the Roc

[Verse One:]
[Bo Roc]
I ride wit the
I slide wit the
Loccs and doggs from the LBC
All of the hoes wanna kick it wit me
Cuz I run wit Warren G
Braid your weaves bustaz and G's
Water balloon fighters
Low riders, and east siders (east siders)
All come around (come around)
To hear the Dove Shack G Funk sound
All come around (come around)
To kick it in my town
Yeah

[Chorus:]
Let me hear you say oohhhhh ahhhhh
Summertime in The LBC
Oohhhhh ahhhhh
Summertime in The LBC

[Verse Two:]
[Arnita Porter]
Now me and my girls are deep
In a '94 Wrangler jeep
Flow so long thru Long Beach
Daisy Dukes gets props
Hair and nails fresh from the shop
And we're at the bombest spot
Called the shackkk

[Verse Three:]
[2 Scoop]
Three months of pleasure
How can I measure
The relaxation
All the fun I'm facin
My homies got green
That's them
For show 'do
Hit the sto' 'do
So I can get a 40
My lil' cousin rushin to the park too much
Standin in line tah get a free lunch
Why do we do what we do when we do what we do
Hangin out late wit no curfew

[Chorus]

[Verse Four:]
[C Knight]
Damn, it's hot than a mutha
I'm smuthareen ribs wit barbacue sauce
Fools get tossed if they reach across my barbacue grill
So continue tah chill
At King's park in the LBC
That's where ya'll find me
Hangin wit my homies and my friends
We got the coke in hand
We got Da Five Footaz and the Twinz
We got Warren G and the D-O-G
All come around
Tah hear the Dove Shack G Funk sound

[Chorus]

[Havoc]
It's a motherfuckin shame.
Everytime I look at the goddamn news, or read a motherfuckin
paper, some motherfuckin bitch or nigga tryin to dis gangsta rap.
But um, check this shit out.
Gangsta rap is here to motherfuckin stay.
All you hoes and bitches out there tryin to put a bag on this
shit, this shit is here to motherfuckin stay.

[Havoc]
Bailin up outta the cut, I'm breakin em off for this 95 G thang
Jumpin up outta that Mustang, gonna let these nuts hang
Cannibalistic flow snatchin your neck off
Grabin a fuckin tech, lettin this bit takin your chest off
Morgify a nigga with the quickness, pissin on brain sites
Magnify your heart with this beam, and stomp it like a street light
We blow motherfuckas, kickin up dust, droppin that bomb shit
Glock cocked on your block, ready to rock it all time
Bitch I sack, SCC be that click, Treach and Hav
Felony, Prod, H-A-V the OC, you can't see me
Pump pump that Havoc'll have it crazy motherfucka
Bewitched and brain dead, leavin you headless motherfucka

[Jayo Felony]
The original from the block, ready to pop and drop
Glock on cock, Felony's the locest as I focus like a mug shot
Hot like rocks, nah fuck that, like boilin lava
I'm wicked, sit back and kick it, as I saliva
How I took in your eyeball, I call all shots for the GNC
Nigga close your eyes cuz you ain't seeing me
Five eight, seven fifteen, Bullet Loco still
Pissin in a cup, and I'm not givin a fuck
It's on, fuck Oliver Stone, he made Colors
Gettin paid off gangbangin, I want my money motherfucka
I'm a bump ya, pluck ya like a chicken and cut your head off
Housin with a hundred thousand, ready to let em
Go to the pen, or make ends, that was my option
Now R-A-P gon put me up like adoption
I'm shoppin for brains and thangs, so marks jet
I'm addictive, like double nicotine in cigaretes
Let's take this demon to the head loc, you scared loc?
I met my fuckin last smoke, leavin these bustas dead broke
Pass me the rap on the track and Bullet Loc gon come sick
Cuz at the end of the world there's gon be gangstas
Cockroaches, and sherm sticks

[Prodeje]
Yeah, headbangas in the house yo.
You playa hatas can't stop this gangsta shit.
You know what I'm sayin? Haha

[Hook1:]
Step up, step off punk ass niggas
I flow real soft, soft as medicated cotton
Cuz I put my foot up your ass before you pass gas
Or even before you're thikin bout farting

[Hook2: X2]
So what you saying? So what you saying?
I'm lettin my gat bust
You bustas and you marks know I just don't trust

[Prodeje]
Back on that flow, don't you know
It's that Prod from that sqaud
Kickin up in that dust as I bust as I mob
Metamorphisize from that BG to OG
All I see is G's but you bustas can't see me
Smokin motherfuckas so they bodies are cold
I'm kickin up on your ass till you crumble and fold
I'm on the creeps on them vouges
Droppin 6 to them 4's
Makin records, going gold
That's my story in Vouge
Still try to break me but you're broke
As I spoke, loc
Suckas hate the gunsmoke
Act I peel your cap like a cantaloupe
You think it's settled when we knuckle up
I got insane like Saddam
And wreck your posse with my finger fuck

[Young Prod?]
Five four three two um
Here it comes, one more time
Pistol whip dump when I'm packin up mine
Y'all don't wanna do nothin, I'ma keep on bustin
(....?....)
G's need to ease on back, or catch a cap in they knapsack
I sprayed your ass with a gauge and leave you dazed for days
So why must you drive my G flow
I swallow your ass up like Cujo
And I got em, hollow point for the gaffle
Seventeen (?) in your ass like a raffle
So respect me, the Young P-R-O-D
I be that nigga that kill you for nineteen ninety G

[MC Eiht]
I takes two to your jaw motherfucka you slip
I take two more and watch the swelling of your fat lip
Nigga, how'd you figga like a bitch I let you get away
Westside, CPT G's that don't play
I throws that CPT up, blaze up the blunt
Then I steps back and sits down my fuckin cup
My nigga Bird got my back when we square off
Toe to toe, don't ya know surprise here comes the left blow
You get the steel toed boot, to your chin
You can't win, oops it splits out your front tooth
Now you squirm like a worm in the dirt
You get hurt motherfucker cuz we puts in much work
You look up to see the barrel of my fuckin strap, playa
Eiht Hype best to get ready for a long night
I hit your block cuz I don't care
Let the glock go tick tock and I hit you what with, geah

[Hook2 X2]

[Treach]
I heard niggas had beef with SCC
And he was headed for the airport
Landed ass branded way up north
>From Ill Town Eiht called me, said leaving with tech nine releases
Torches porched and piss out the pieces
Nigga wasn't witty nor fuckin worthy
Cuz he had beef with Ant Banks, Boss, Spice 1, they tried to
hide in Jersey
That was the wrong fuckin move, the wrong alley
To think the Murder Squad only had connections in Cali
Yes, with the murder, I said it flex
West coast to east coast quicker than Federal Express
Cuz we strike and we don't lack for the wack
The T to the R to the E to the A to the C to the H is back!

[Sh'Killa]
Break yoself, it's Sh'Killa, make way while I spray
Murder Squad spit out claim, my hood is the bay
Nine glock glock, ready to pop or stop
While those who rank high in might ride on top
Retaliation a must when I bust or blast
Retaliation and blank gun in hand with my mask
Can't stop me I'm sick and I gives a fuck
See a nigga slippin, aim my shit then I bust
Break yoself, once again it's on
I'm takin all, pump pump, drop gun, head up, hut one
Murder Squad, gangsta made beat be the shit
Murder Squad, gangstas for life and we sick

[Spice 1]
Niggas playa hate ya but I'm Naughty by Nature
Eiht ya got these niggas on the run, so let's go get the guns
Takin they shit, gankin they riches, (?) so a nigga can't sew
up your spot
I'm leavin your shit up in stitches, gotta decapitate motherfuckas
Can't see me like Ray Charles
Kill em all, stick an ice pick in your shit and have ya HAAA!
Stabbin up shit like OJ, shoot em up with the motherfuckin AK
It's that nigga from the east bay
Killin off shit when the gat spray
Motherfuckin hustler, fuck a busta
High billers we makin a nigga fry
Let's all die, murder up some niggas call "Can I?"
With the infrared up on the nutsac, man blouw blouw!
With the infrared up on them throats, man go blouw blouw!

[Hook1]

[Hook2]

It's the Locc, I let the funk boom like thunder
Grew up funk like Davis, now I got braids like Stevie Wonder
Get my sag on, my momma get her dag on
Freeze my khaki's up and I'm gone
You can stare all day but just don't step
on my Blue Suede shoes, to get here I pay dues
BRRAOW BRAOW that's how my toolie sound
when I'm drinkin Hen with my rhymes straight blowin in the wind
And busters can't fade the Jayo Felony
T-Funk from the family, smoke or dip with me
Bullet Locc's dedicated, faded, I straight made it
And drinkin Blue Note, on the yard they celebrated
I'm a Y-C, I guess that's why the one-time is followin me
But I'm a MC, I laugh because there swallowin me
But I just shake my head and say "Damn!" (Ha ha)
Cos I'm just goin to the sto',
to get some zoom zoom zoom and wam wams

[Chorus:]

You go do your thang yo, and I'ma do my thang
You go do your thang yo, and I'ma do my thang
You go do your thang yo, and I'ma do my thang
You go do your thang yo, and everythang gon' be everythang

I wanna be like Donald Trump, not Willie Lump-Lump
I put that on my set that I make everybody jump
Fool don't move until my ride hit the flo', word!
Boom booms in my rag '6-4
That's how we roll, no time for the ying yang
Dogs in my hood still bumpin fo' thangs
It's me, the B-U-double L-E-T, better known as Felony
T-shirt and khakis that's how we're bailin, C/see
And I'm just tryin to keep my sanity
Make some of them ends, get a biz and help my family
Right, and just to let you know I don't care
I'm still gon' get my sag on, there it is there
You can't see me fool, I'm locced out
Baseheads on the corner, bag and smoked out
Askin for a gang of change and I say "Damn!"
All this drama, to get some zoom zooms and wam wams

[Chorus (x2)]

French braids and Stockton cap wit my hat cocked back
Now I'ma lean into the side like Goldie the Mack
Everybody that's incarcerated, hold your head high
Hope that you see another sunny blue sky
Females'll leave you stranded and I'ma let you know
She's made cos the Soul Glo won't make her hair grow
Block on the phone, and ain't nobody home
Her and some greasy fat fool rollin in the Brougham
But you know how that go, so yo, toss em up high
Cos in the South Beach streets it's do or die
Wave em to the Eastside, yeah wave em to the West
comin up with the bomb, no stress
Guess and Master Jay makin funk tracks
So to the ol' school, I'ma bring the punks back
I listen to the flow and I just say "Damn!"
As I'm rollin thru the hood,
to get some zoom zooms and wam wams

[Chorus (x2)]

[Sentrelle]
Well I decided to call this one droppin' bombz
According to the procedure and the mic in my palm
But stay calm, the bombs that I drop are kept
Til I step up the steps where they quest for reps
Upon a stage, the sage shall engage the act
And every flow I bestow shall remain in tact
In exact and in fact, the impact I make colossal
Creating and novating like the great Pablo Picasso
Design every line in my rhyme's the climb, up the ladder
So I know my doe will grow fatter
Untouchable, because I'm cuttin' those corners
Just grip into the script like classified orders
Taking over stages like major invasions
Over throw my oldest foe, show I got the dopest flow
No it's no mistake don't massage your eyes
It's why I should I bring the bomb disguise
I drop bombs

[Chorus]
Ain't no mistaking, Sentrelle and Tray D droppin' the bombs
(Cause it don't stop, Cause it don't quit)
(Cause it don't stop, Cause it don't quit)

Ain't no mistaking, Sentrelle and Tray D droppin' the bombs
(Cause it don't stop, Cause it don't quit)
(Cause it don't stop, Cause it don't quit)

[Tray Deee]
Alright, hold up just wait up a mother fuckin' minute
Hoes recognize, checkin' the guiness
Book of world records, microphone checker
Crazy bitch step up, it's like your heffa
Oh yes a, droppin' mad skills on your disk it
Beats so hot, I have you rising like a biscuit
To the shiznit, that I can bitches get drop kicked
Give your ass a slang like the cavi in my pocket
I'm going to rock it (Rock it to the break of dawn)
Tick tock it (It's about three in the morn)
But I'm not finished yet (Give me that joint again)
Where my homiez (Swiggin' on coke and hen)
As I begin, begun, did you hear me come
Take a look around the corner, did you see me I'm the one
Through the cut I kick butt as I rip shit up
Take another swig of the hen in my cup
And now I'm feenin'
Hell of a chronic smoke is what I'm needin'
Now I'm in the corner, screaming like a demon
Yeah I hear you try to bind me nigga
You couldn't find me nigga
I'm right behind you nigga
I drop the bomb

[Chorus]

[Sentrelle]
And so, when you hear the boom, make room
Nigga watch out, Cause I got my glock out
Plus a proper knock out
Either one could be the one, if you got feedback
So you better ease back cause I don't need that
Either give me my props when I drop this
Or I peel a cap and I'll leave ya topless
Then you will just be another statistic
If you come dumb cause they none simplistic

[Tray Deee]
I hits hard like a nigger, but I'm smooth like satin
When I move through nigger make room for the madam
Seductive as I bust this, nigger trust this
I could give a damn about your cadi and your cutlass
Now I'm commiting straight murder
(So if one time comes around nigger say I haven't heard of her)
Because I'd rather be a thug nigger
Then to sleep six feet in the mother fuckin' mud nigger

[Sentrelle]
Droppin' bombs, long beach style with that gangsta twist
(Cause it don't quit)
Now just ride with this
(Cause it don't quit)

[Chorus]

[Chorus]
You can never fade thee G they're so crazy
when they start to blaze after dark
You can never fade thee G they're so crazy
when they start to blaze after dark

Now I can take you on a maze of thangs but all I know is street life
20 some years and all I lived was the urban life
shootin dice smokin weed gettin my hustle on
makin anybody raise up that try to do me wrong
me and the homeys on the move tryin to make a grip
bumpin OGs in zone when we dip
not to trip, unless you trip
automatic will release
dangled as peace
I'm stayin soldier to the streets

So tell me how do you feel cuz I can't deal wit the anger
you niggaz be givin I'm keepin one in the chamber
the pressure is thick so I dont quit shootin game
and peepin our enemies violatin in my range
they say it dont change and heres a fact you should know
that niggaz dont hustle no matter where yo ass go
so when you think wrong
I'm thinkin right, are you prepared to meet
gotta be wise cuz everythang ain't what it seems to be

[Chorus]
You can never fade thee G they're so crazy
when they start to blaze after dark
You can never fade thee G they're so crazy
when they start to blaze after dark

[Warren G]
In 6 before out shacks, cruisin each block
I'm lookin for a space with my 40 glock cocked
Temple, Salt lake, 21st Lewis
I hits MLK cuz I know I gots to do this
some people say Warren would you please stick to rappin
but this fool's pressin me so I gotta start capping
187 now I'm stuck out of luck
in the high powered module lookin crazy as fuck
LBCing to the fullest 21, dominoes
buck wheats, french braids and naked four doors
its my city, my city's all good
Warren G kickin back with the Twinz in the hood

[Chorus]
You can never fade thee G they're so crazy
when they start to blaze after dark
You can never fade thee G they're so crazy
when they start to blaze after dark

[Tripp Locc]
Press up if you want to, believe that you'll get your feelings hurt
all you hear is the chirp, along with my wheels as I skirt
you shouldn't of tried to fade the Locc there ain't no get back
I meant that, get ready for combat its like that
prayin that my homeys dont flip as I elevate
bringin nothing but heat stayin away from the weak links
be your own man survive
make that money grow
whether it comes fast or it comes slow

[Wayniac]
Either way it goes we step so I stick and move
refuse to lose I choose to get the blues
paid dues for years, but where were you niggaz then
out flossin the boulevard being hard wit your friends
while I was at home puttin in work
you think you goin jerk
and take whats mine get me twisted with a skirt
I notice the difference cuz I been back
on niggaz they true
but now I see it and its on since its like that

[Chorus]
You can never fade thee G they're so crazy
when they start to blaze after dark
You can never fade thee G they're so crazy
when they start to blaze after dark

[Intro:]

I do this for you baby
Papa luv it do', y'knowI'msayin
Mmm,
(Do you want to be a player) Yeah
(Then you got to have that flavour)
More of that Mr.Smith flavour, bust ya brain right quick, y'know
(Do you got to be right) Second move y'knowI'msayin?
(at all times?) Yeah, all the time, all good

[Verse 1:]

Uhh, that's the sound of the man
Workin with the mic in my hand
Ready or not here I come
It's another one (Damn, not another one) Yeah
We bring it just like dat (like dat)
Droppin triple platinum flavour on the drum tap
Dog a donut nice and crafty
Poke your lips out sassy when you ask me
Special request is granted (aah)
Head all slanted, (uhh) the gym has planted
(So what you tellin me you're too smooth to pop?)
If it pops should I stop 'fore it drops?
Who knows? Who goes? Who flows?
Me and you? (Yeah) just remember boo
(I promise I'll remember) Everything I do girl
(I promise) I do it for you, word is bond (I know) word is bond

[Chorus:]

Papa luv it way she does it
(Do you wanna be a player?) Uh
Papa luv it way she does it
(Then you got to have that flavour) Yeah
Papa luv it way she does it
(Do you got to be right)
(at all times) Papa luv it way she does it
[repeat]

[Verse 2:]

Feel it, hold out your hands (and) open up (damn)
now let it flow from both cups (aw man)
Is he good? (No doubt) All the time, miss
Is he right? (No doubt) One of a kind, miss
Now tell me what you really talkin bout in three words or less
Ladies (get it out) like this
I luv it when I give it to you raw, baby
Hate to hurt but hurtin makes you crazy (crazy)
It's my duty to dig booby
Make a video (Yo, you mean my own movie) Yup
You can star, here we are
There's ya blow, let it flow, you already know
Undress slow, I drop a lil' French on ya
Then GERONIMO!
You wanna bed debut
Take your time, do it slow, just remember boo

[Chorus]

[Interlude:]

This is that skin music, that midnight-rub-you-right skin music (x3)
Top choice if ya choose it

[Chorus/Outro:]

Papa luv it way she does it
(Do you wanna be a player?) Yeah it's everything I luv
(Then you got to have that flavour)
Make it right for ya baby, y'knowI'msayin?
Papa luv it way she does it
(Do you got to be right) Take you to the next level, word is bond
(at all times?)
Papa luv it, I take you to the next level baby, I'll take you there
Papa luv it way she does it
You see a lot of brothers is afraid to do things like this,
youknowI'msayin?
Papa luv it way she does it
But I ain't scared to be smooth, baby
I ain't afraid of love, y'knowI'msayin? I'll take you there
I'm willing to go there, papa luv it way she does it, word is bond
(Do you wanna be a player?) It's that flavour I love, y'knowI'msayin?
I like to bring it like that (Do you wanna be a player?)
I love bringin it, Ha ha, I love bringin it
(Do you wanna be a player?) It really is sick, y'knowI'msayin?
Todd know what I mean (Do you wanna be a player?)
Big Cole know what I mean
Huh, Flash know what I mean, my man Zel know what I mean
Word is bond, papa luv it baby, yeah

[Verse One: Q-Tip]

Yup yup yup
To the North to the South to the East to the West
I don't discriminate boy I bring it to your chest
If you oppose, then your soul will decompose
Strive to get money and I'm not no hoe
Fresher than the air that you're breathing through your nose
Fuller than the kicks that you're puttin on your toes
You can ask Bo but yo that nigga don't know
About the dominant factor the accurate rapper
Here's the next chapter, page ninety-five
Niggaz so hard it's a wonder they alive
But yo we still survive through the danger that lurks
My eyes remain wide while you ask like Urk
and yo my Family Matters, so all you mad hatters
Put your thinking caps on and motherfuckin brainstorm
Cause I got the plan that wins and can't lose
Your man knows who's nice say Tip he'll say "True"
A lot of these jokers out here is blase
I'll be rockin mikes until a horse says hey
Some are preoccupied with glamour and glitz
Actin all boogee and making big movies
But I'll be in the cut call me Incognito
Busy makin joints that will bump for my people
You're listening to a man who was something for nothing
Stay in me forever head, never be frontin

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

Once in a while we have fun in the mix (never ever)
In to good living, but some be into glitz (true dat)
Everybody knew, all the fellas and the chicks (trigga E)
Gotta wear a shoe that fits
...to all my peoples

[Verse Two:]

C'mon word, check it out now (you out there?)
Uh, uh, check it out now (you out there?)
What? Uh, check it out now (louder! louder!)
(louder! louder!) Uh, check it out, yo

Peace to the girl named Hurricane G
Peace to my girl named Dawn Paris
Peace to the Organzied Kon-fus-ion
Peace to all my shorties that be dying too young
Peace to both coasts and the land in between
Peace to your man if you're doing your thing
Peace to my peoples who was incarcerated
Asalaam alaikum means peace, don't debate it
Devouring, and towering over fools
Your mic is broke and my shit's cool
The black man with the understandin of
The three wise men and the theories of Zen
Yo I get inside the crevice like a dentist
Disrupt, the block, like Dennis, the Menace
Shaheed is on the needle, the shit it won't weeble
or wobble, your rhymes is mixed up like Boggle
Bingo! That was the damn dog's name
But yo I know another one with much more fame
The Phife Dawg, and that's my word to the cipher
About to bring it to your chest and cause strife check it out
You're doubling back, to your rhyming pad
What I represent is MC's gone mad
In a perfect world there's imperfect acts
We've come like a God to redirect alla that
So people with a gift can just flaunt and get money
So much, we in the bank that the shit ain't funny
Money is invested in real estate and stocks
But not inside the glamour cuz all of that stops

[Outro: Consequence]

Yo dis the Cons to the Quence
up in ya like a stiff one, knowhatImean?
It's nine-five, you got to live it or rip it
So if you step on the streets keep it movin, knowhatImean?

[Chorus]

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[Intro:]

(Is Philly in this motherfucker?)
Yo wassup? You ready son?
(Pop kick one time) Let's do it
Uhh (Wooh)
Uhh (Say what?)

[Verse 1:]

When I met you I admit my first thoughts was to trick (Hands in the air)
You look so good huh (wooh!), I suck on your daddy's dick
I never felt that way in my wife (That's right)
It didn't take long before I made you my wife (yeah)
Got no rings and shit, just my main squeeze
Come into the crib, even had a set a keys (That's right)
During the days you helped me bag up my nickels (Come on)
In the process, I admit, I tricked a little
But you was my bitch, the one who'd never snitch (That's right)
Love me when I'm broke or when I'm filthy fuckin rich
and I admit, when the time is right, the wine is right
I treat you right, you talk slick, I beat you right

[Chorus:]

Just me and my bitch (What)
Just me and my bitch (What)
Just me and my bitch, yeah
Just me and my bitch (My)
Just me and my bitch (My)
Just me and my bitch (My)

[Bridge:]

(All the girls with the real hair, yeah) Uhh
(Just the girls with the real hair, yeah) Uhh
(Let me hear ya say "Yeah!") *Yeah!*
(Say "Hell Yeah!") * oh hell yeah*

[Verse 2:]

Moonlight strolls with my hoes, oh no, that's not my steelo
I wanna bitch that like to play celo and craps
Packin gats, in a Coach bag steamin dime bags (wooh!)
A real bitch is all I want, all I ever had
With a Glock just as strong as me
Totin guns just as long as me, the bitch belongs with me (That's right)
Any place with another bitch, my bitch'll spoil it (That's right)
One day she used my toothbrush to clean the toilet (yeah)
Throwin my clothes out the windows (windows)
so when the wind blows (wind blows)
I see my Polos and (Timbos)
Hide my car keys so I can't leave
A real slick bitch, keep a trick up her sleeve
And if I deceive (say what?), she won't take it lightly (C'mon)
She'll invite me (yeah), politely to fight G (yeah)
(Side to side) And then we lie together (side to side), cry together (side
to side)
I swear to God I hope we fuckin die together (yeah c'mon)

[Chorus:]

Just me and my bitch (Just what?)
Just me and my bitch (side to side)
Just me and my bitch (All y'all side to side)
Just me and my bitch (My)
Just me and my bitch (My)
C'mon just me and my bitch
Just, just me and my bitch
Just me and my bitch (That's all)
Just me and my bitch
Just me and my bitch

[Outro:]

Yo, your bitch huh? (Yeah ain't no doubt!)
(Y'know the ladies is runnin this motherfucker son)
(The ladies is runnin this motherfucker)
Now, look at all the real motherfuckin niggas in this motherfucker
Where the niggas at, wassup?
(Yo yo Pop, Pop, Pop. Check this out)
(Yo Biggie, this is what y'all gotta do)
(I figure somebody got to be runnin somethin
(So you take the bitches and you take the niggas
Hold, hold, hold, hold, hold (I ain't takin no bitches, nigga)
(I'm takin the young ladies, nigga. The fuck you talkin bout)
Yeah (Awright I'ma take the young ladies, you go see...)
Aight, I'll take, I'll take the niggas (yeah)
The real dog niggas (I'm with the niggas too but I want the ladies)
Whatever, let's see what's up
(Drop that shit nigga) Yeah
(C'mon yeah, c'mon yeah)