Guttaville .......... Dro

Child Support .......... Ice Cube

This Ain't A Game .......... Lil' Eazy-E

Who Want It .......... Sam Scarfo

Do Yah Bad .......... Yung Joc

Sh*t on Me .......... Dro

Hey .......... Young S. Dub

I Get Doe .......... D.O.G.

Bad Girl .......... Black Buddafly

Act Like That .......... Lee Carr

I'm Bout A Dolla .......... Kam

Problems .......... Curtains

Be Easy .......... Ghostface Killah

Gilla House Check .......... Redman

Dolla Dolla Bill .......... Nate Dogg

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[Intro:]
Buucker, I'll beat yo' bad-ass

[Chorus:]
Ain't no other kings in this rap thing
they siblings
nuthin but my chil'ren
one shot they disappearin'
ain't no kings in this rap thing
they siblings
nuthin but my chil'ren
one shot they disappearin'

[Verse 1:]
Bitch niggaz
still wanna check my urine
still can't believe
what you see and what you're hearin'
you motherfuckers
thought you knew the whole story
until your mama
took a nigga on maury
read your test results
are you the father
I looked at his bitch ass told him don't bother
I'm the father of this gangsta shit
never thought that I have a bunch of bastard kids
lil' bad-ass kids
I whoop they ass every night
send the paramedics bitch
and the black and white
I brought you in this world
I'll take you out
do you ugly
so mamma can't make you out
you know my style a colt
file a report
I'm a dead-beat daddy
no child support
you get fooled like the last trick
get it out your ass bitch
you niggaz know my pyroclastic flow
c'mon!

[Chorus:]
Ain't no other kings in this rap thing
they siblings
nuthin but my chil'ren
one shot they disappearin'
ain't no kings in this rap thing
they siblings
nuthin but my chil'ren
one shot they disappearin'

You want child support
Get it out your ass bitch
You want child support
Get it out your ass bitch
You want child support
Get it out your ass bitch
You want child support
Get it out your ass bitch

[Verse 2:]
Ya'll niggaz know
Ya'll bitches know
where you get it from
who's the original
you got your daddy's mouth
talk like a criminal
keep it gangsta son
never get pigeon holed
rap bastards tryin' to make a classic
keep your dumb-ass out of the casket
cause intercope'll spend your money
they don't give a fuck
about a dead rapper
nigga they'll chop it up
keep it movin' y'all
they'll come mop it up
corrupt LAPD cover up
everyday nigga we know drama
they ain't lookin' for Osama
ask Biggie's mamma
thank God that the gangsta's back
we ain't got to put up with this brainless rap
may your lungs collapse n' m.c's are funny
all you can rap about is pussy and money
c'mon!

[Chorus:]
Ain't no other kings in this rap thing
they siblings
nuthin but my chil'ren
one shot they disappearin'
ain't no kings in this rap thing
they siblings
nuthin but my chil'ren
one shot they disappearin'

You want child support
Get it out your ass bitch
You want child support
Get it out your ass bitch
You want child support
Get it out your ass bitch
You want child support
Get it out your ass bitch

[Verse 3:]
All y'all rappers should kiss and make up
take your bullshit jewlry back to Jacob
get your mind right nigga
and start to wake up
cause the whole rap industry needs to shake up
you got million dollar niggaz killin' million dollar niggaz
bustin' outta Bentleys
wearin' chinchillasss
there you go again rollin' in your limo
comin' from the Grammy's shootin' out the window
I know the scripture
but there's something wrong with this picture
what you mad about
diamonds all in your mouth
no car, no niggaz house paid off
I never heard of a rapper gettin' laid off
boy, you a fool
or you just act crazy
or you a grown crack baby born in the 80's
to all you motherfuckers say I went Hollywood
I'm gangsta!
I know when I got it good

[Chorus:]
Ain't no other kings in this rap thing
they siblings
nuthin but my chil'ren
one shot they disappearin'
ain't no kings in this rap thing
they siblings
nuthin but my chil'ren
one shot they disappearin'

You want child support
Get it out your ass bitch
You want child support
Get it out your ass bitch
You want child support
Get it out your ass bitch
You want child support
Get it out your ass bitch

Young rappers lookin' for pocket change
with boo-boo lyrics
Go get your diaper changed
Young rappers lookin' for pocket change
with boo-boo lyrics
Go get your diaper changed

[Outro ~ Ice Cube Talking:]
Smell like shit
heyy baby change this motherfucker
you smell like shit

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[Chorus:]
Babe if it's a problem go on let me know
And if it ain't shit, nigga go on let it go
But while it's on my mind, I need to let you know
Them choppers on deck and I ain't afraid to let 'em go
Yea I'll do ya, do ya (do ya bad, do ya bad)
I'll do ya, do ya (do ya bad, do ya bad)
I'll do ya, do ya (do ya bad, do ya bad)
I'll do ya, do ya (do ya bad, do ya bad)

[Verse 1:]
Is that right?
Let me talk to y'all niggaz one time
You on that dumb shit (dumb shit) ain't wit it man
That's the main reason murders get committed man
It can go down (go down) any minute man
Goon squad jump out, that black on black mini-van
So you better be (be) quick and on your toes
Where them chopper bullets stop, nobody knows (knows)
Babies cryin, niggaz dyin all over the place (place)
Momma cryin cause there's blood all over her face
This is not a game (game) this is not a test (test)
Swiss cheese your brain, mayne you'll be laid to rest (laid to rest)
I'll bust your head (BWAH) ask questions later (later)
Throw the deuces, sayanora to you haters

[Chorus:]
Babe if it's a problem go on let me know
And if it ain't shit, nigga go on let it go
But while it's on my mind, I need to let you know
Them choppers on deck and I ain't afraid to let 'em go
Yea I'll do ya, do ya (do ya bad, do ya bad)
I'll do ya, do ya (do ya bad, do ya bad)
I'll do ya, do ya (do ya bad, do ya bad)
I'll do ya, do ya (do ya bad, do ya bad)

[Verse 2:]
That's right, talk to 'em, ay look
I don't know your bitch (bitch) she don't know me either (shit)
I suggest you keep it movin if you wanna keep her
You don't want these problems (oh no) that's a bad idea
Machete'll have your ass runnin like diarrhea
Nobody move (move) nobody get hurt, shit
If I pull that tool, er'ybody hit the dirt, look
This could be avoided only if you keep your cool nigga
Act like you grown instead of still in middle school nigga
You don't really want this beef bruh
Put in back in the freezer
You'll freeze up when I pull the heat
Then squeeze {*BLAM*} from the knees up
This is not a game (game) this is not a test (test)
Slow your roll (roll) or you'll be laid to rest

[Chorus:]
Babe if it's a problem go on let me know
And if it ain't shit, nigga go on let it go
But while it's on my mind, I need to let you know
Them choppers on deck and I ain't afraid to let 'em go
Yea I'll do ya, do ya (do ya bad, do ya bad)
I'll do ya, do ya (do ya bad, do ya bad)
I'll do ya, do ya (do ya bad, do ya bad)
I'll do ya, do ya (do ya bad, do ya bad)

[Verse 3:]
Yeah; I'll sell you wet dope just to make it weigh right
Call them boys, set you up in broad daylight
Yeah I'll bang your bitch (your broad) I'll do you bad
Nine months later, now she screamin you're the dad
If you lose your bump, say I never found the shit (nah I ain't seen it)
If I owe ya guap', pay your ass with counterfeit (yeah here you go)
Oh yea I'll flex ya nigga (flex ya nigga) don't think I cain't
(Don't think I cain't) Have my broad put some suger in your gas tank
Cut your brake line (line) slash your back tire (tire)
When you crank your car (car) your engine catch fire (OH SHIT!)
Now I don't know (know) what you've been told (told)
But these are brief descriptions, of how this hook go

[Chorus:]
Babe if it's a problem go on let me know
And if it ain't shit, nigga go on let it go
But while it's on my mind, I need to let you know
Them choppers on deck and I ain't afraid to let 'em go
Yea I'll do ya, do ya (do ya bad, do ya bad)
I'll do ya, do ya (do ya bad, do ya bad)
I'll do ya, do ya (do ya bad, do ya bad)
I'll do ya, do ya (do ya bad, do ya bad)

(Daddy let me hear that song)

[Intro:]
Uhh, West coast, this Watts
We the roll, Dro, uhh..
Uhh, touch, Demolition Man
Driga-Demolition, D-Dema, Demolition Man

Hi, my name is, Driggy-Dro
Not from Niagara Falls but got flows
Hit 'em high, hit 'em low
Touch made y'all "Lean Back" like Fat Joe
Pay me respects like you owe
Or play Jada Pinkett, act like you know
Rocky Mountains, I'm so cold
For rap I don't touch mo' shit than a commode
Plus I spuh-spit for all those
Gangsta niggaz the West coast
Peace to Guerilla Black, my folks
We keep in contact like we smoke
I ain't Martin Lawrence but got jokes
Feds be watchin me, he's dope
Watts got drama like the soaps
Plus the party jumps with no ropes

[Chorus:]
You think I'ma let, I'ma let, I'ma let
I'ma let, I'ma let you shit on me? (Hell nah)
I'ma let you shit on me? (Nigga what?)
I'ma let you shit on me?
You think I'ma let, I'ma let, I'ma let
I'ma let, I'ma let you shit on me? (Hell no)
I'ma let you shit on me? (Nigga what?)
You think I'ma let you shit on me?

Rob niggaz for they sounds
Act like we in the bank and get down
Cook up words like compounds
I keep keep keep some powder, I'm snowed out
And niggaz you can tuck your stress cause Dro's out
And don't give a {fuck} I'm fightin the whole bout
I'm Dirty like the We.. the low South
Plus we be gettin mo' Skully than X-Files
One bitch chased the limo for 8 miles
And we..we.. high as hell like P Styles
And gi-girls these days they goin wild
Omar, I got juice, too much clout
Soon as you pop your trunk, my hood's out
Closed.. casket, or closed mouth
Dro gon' pack the stands, bless the house
Play this at your neighborhood church, they fallin out

[Chorus:]
You think I'ma let, I'ma let, I'ma let
I'ma let, I'ma let you shit on me? (Hell nah)
I'ma let you shit on me? (Nigga what?)
I'ma let you shit on me?
You think I'ma let, I'ma let, I'ma let
I'ma let, I'ma let you shit on me? (Hell no)
I'ma let you shit on me? (Nigga what?)
You think I'ma let you shit on me?

[Dro]
I came in this like, broke but dyin wealthy
Nope didn't do it alone cause God helped me
Seen the world like _Van Helsing_
Man on fire, the track's melting
Can't keep your hands to yourself cause y'all felt me
Hamburger all of these rappers with no helpings
Grizzly winter, ooh y'all slept me
Came with a New Generation, like Pepsi
Yep yep you hear? I'm so deafening
Dro is the name to love, so start stepping
On.. on.. on, get it from my weapons
2Pac, 101, I'm giving lessons
... NBA, we the next team
I.. live this shit, while the rest dream
One, two to the.. three nigga testing
God nigga have a good night, with Russell's blessings

[Chorus:]
You think I'ma let, I'ma let, I'ma let
I'ma let, I'ma let you shit on me? (Hell nah)
I'ma let you shit on me? (Nigga what?)
I'ma let you shit on me?
You think I'ma let, I'ma let, I'ma let
I'ma let, I'ma let you shit on me? (Hell no)
I'ma let you shit on me? (Nigga what?)
You think I'ma let you shit on me?

(Oooh daddy that's wrong)

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[Fabolous:]
Guess who? F to the A-B
Black Buddafly, let's go

And I'm a bad boy like Martin and Will
Show you what you been missin, like the kids on a carton of milk
Hey, I can snatch somethin bad out of the hood
And bring 'em back to the pad out by the woods
You know the crew bring the bad out of the good
And I'm usually not layin in the boozy spots
Girl we can blow quicker than uzi shots
Chill where the Cristal's cold, jacuzzi's hot, ya feel?

[Black Buddafly:]
I ain't really the kind of girl that, who would
Say that I'm a bad girl, though I should
So many times I did what I thought was, alright
But ended up in pain and that's what I'm, like
I still believe and I'm hopin
That I will find real love
But right now it's not the time for, that
Cause I'm young and I'm bad and like, that

[Black Buddafly ~ Pre-chorus:]
Ohhhhhhhh, do you feel me now?
Ohhhhhhhh, do you tell me now?
Ohhhhhhhh, ladies help me out
Ohhhhhhhh, what...

[Black Buddafly ~ Chorus:]
Ey! If you feel me, move with me, and don't stop
Put your hands up, soon as the beat drops
Cause usually I'm not like this
But tonight I'm a baaaaaaad girl
I'm a baaaaaaad girl
And tonight we gonna show you how we get down

[Black Buddafly]
Don't think I'm inno-cent
My lip way got {?} I, went
Out there you know what you, you'll see different
Cause all the boys do these crazy, things
I like it so good and so deep
Like I said, the bitch tried to sleep
Don't get me wrong because I'm not a, hoe
I tell you where to step and when to, go

[Black Buddafly ~ Pre-chorus:]
Ohhhhhhhh, do you feel me now?
Ohhhhhhhh, do you tell me now?
Ohhhhhhhh, ladies help me out
Ohhhhhhhh, what...

[Black Buddafly ~ Chorus:]
Ey! If you feel me, move with me, and don't stop
Put your hands up, soon as the beat drops
Cause usually I'm not like this
But tonight I'm a baaaaaaad girl
I'm a baaaaaaad girl
And tonight we gonna show you how we get down

[Black Buddafly ~ Chorus:]
Ey! If you feel me, move with me, and don't stop
Put your hands up, soon as the beat drops
Cause usually I'm not like this
But tonight I'm a baaaaaaad girl
I'm a baaaaaaad girl
And tonight we gonna show you how we get down

[Fabolous]
Once a good girl's gone bad, she's gone forever
Probably with me, enjoyin California weather
Hey mami we belong together, like the white & yellow
stones that's set into the prong together
And now a girl get into a stressed out mood
And go bad faster than left out food
They say it's the lazy flow the shorties love
It drive 'em crazy though like Courtney Love
I keep a bad one that's also a good cook
Fifth Ave classy mixed with the hood look
And my good looks dem bad for your health
And e'rybody know you can do bad by yourself, girl

[Black Buddafly ~ Chorus:]
Ey! If you feel me, move with me, and don't stop
Put your hands up, soon as the beat drops
Cause usually I'm not like this
But tonight I'm a baaaaaaad girl
I'm a baaaaaaad girl
And tonight we gonna show you how we get down

[Black Buddafly]
Do you feel me now?
Do you tell me now?
Ladies help me out
What...

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E'rybody need 15 minutes of fame, I need 5
But I'ma let my team shine in the meantime
Seperate myself from niggaz that speak lies
Elevate myself without gettin high
Went against the grains, the shorty was knee-high
When e'rybody was tryin to get a piece of the pie
I was tryin to get me a piece of mine, then I baked my own
Now they tryin to get a piece of mine
But I stayed on my grind, got me a team
Doubled up on my paper like copy machines
They can't stop me it seems that these niggaz are sleepin
I guess they plot in they dreams
But I'ma try to wake 'em again
Cause these niggaz is talkin 'bout hard work pays off in the end
Nah; hard work is to make sure the end never comes
Niggaz better stick to they guns

[Chorus:] [2x]
I got both feet in the game - it's problems
My niggaz got heat, you got beef? It's problems
Don't be nervous, be scared, we here, beware
Y'all niggaz got problems, problems

Martin had a dream, Malcolm had a scheme
Rosa had a seat, I got a plan to eat
So I stay on my toes like camel feet
And just like that Domino's bag, my niggaz carry heat
Niggaz wanna bury me six feet deep under the ground
So when you hear that thunderin sound
And it sound like the heat still goin
Just know I put a end to they plans like pre-paid phones
I'm in the zone, all alone, don't move me
Y'all niggaz groupies or you'll be a rat for a cool G
My county loyal, them boys'll come get you
They'll tear out your tissues, I put a bounty on you
I tried to warn you but it's over man
Now you laid out like floor plans
Got your knot twisted like door hands
The harder they come, the harder they fall
And I don't got no remorse for y'all

[Chorus:]
I got both feet in the game - it's problems
My niggaz got heat, you got beef? It's problems
Don't be nervous, be scared, we here, beware
Y'all niggaz got problems, problems

Yo I told niggaz once and I told niggaz twice
And by the third time these niggaz owe me they life
I'm back with another hit like {*censored*}
I'm dyin to get rich like Alpo
What these lil' niggaz runnin they mouth for?
They can't move Kurt
Throw a rapper out The River like Kool Herc
You jerks don't realize the truth hurts
You jerks don't realize the kid raw like new work
Do work like the hands on clocks, I sweep competition
My hand's on my cock so please listen
Speak sense in every line I made
Could be over your head like poem aid, but it's okay
Check this, hold the world in both hands
Nigga I'm ambidextrous, the best since the beginnin of time
And there ain't no bait at the end of that line
If you ain't feelin me, fine

[Ghostface Killah ~ Intro:]
Yeah... what's happpening New York City?
It's ya boy Ghost in the muthafuckin' house tonight
("Don't fuck with Ghost, you'll feel sorry")
Nahwhatimean? We about to get it popping, let's go!
Yo! Yo!

[Ghostface Killah ~ Chorus:]
Tell your crew to be easy, niggaz run around
With them fake frowns, sell 'em on eBay
Get word to the DJ, tell 'em Staten Island's
In the house, put the record on replay

[Ghostface Killah:]
Get your nose blowned off by the fifth, uh
You wanna be there, layin' all stiff, uh
Everytime you go uptown, you get jipped, uh
That's karma, boy, running your lip, uh
You be fronting like you got a bunch of chicks, uh
You be at home, nigga, beating your dick, uh
I'm in the club with the chipped up wrist, uh
You at the bar, whoadie, drinkin' my piss, uh
The yellow shit, and the bottle ain't Crys', son
You turned your muthafuckin' head, nigga, we switched 'em
You just mad cause I'm hittin' your sister
You in the other room, huh, you couldn't sleep, uh
Pop a lotta shit without that liquor, yup
We mind seat up, so take our picture
I'm like the boogeyman, nigga, I'll get ya
Whether now or later, afterlife, or switcher

[Ghostface Killah ~ Interlude:]
Yeah, oh shit, aiyo Tone hurry up and get 'em, nigga
You knowhatimean, it's about to pop off!
Ya'll niggaz clear the fucking floor
Get the fuck out the way, come on!

[Ghostface Killah ~ Chorus:]
Tell your crew to be easy, niggaz run around
With them fake frowns, sell 'em on eBay
Get word to the DJ, tell 'em Staten Island's
In the house, put the record on replay

[Trife Da God, (Ghostface Killah), {both}]
Yo, it's Tone in the building (the teams in the building)
Niggaz wanna beef {what up, what up, what up}
We packed to the ceiling (we constantly chilling)
We can cause {we could, we shoot, we slice, we cut}

[Ghostface Killah]
Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yea, now
Yes, my birthday, landed in nay, now
Peace to Dirt Dog, I'm back like deja vu
Leave your girl around me, I will bag your boo
Ahh, you bitch niggaz better listen up
Anybody front, paramedics gonna pick 'em up
They try to save you, sware to God, I hit the nurse up
Like "Nah, doc, he look better in a herse truck"
I tried to ignore it, his people saw it
I ain't the type of dude you go to war with
My polo gun yo, will crack the floor shit
When the heat's on, you know I draw it
I had his number down, Toney just called it

[Ghostface Killah ~ Interlude:]
Yo, aiyo, Pete Rock, good looking nigga!
Staten Island, yo Theodore! What's the deal
Slap me one of the ratchets, I'm about to go in! Yo!

[Ghostface Killah ~ Chorus:]
Tell your crew to be easy, niggaz run around
With them fake frowns, sell 'em on eBay
Get word to the DJ, tell 'em Staten Island's
In the house, put the record on replay

[Ghostface Killah]
Gotta get that cheese, gotta pimp that V
Gotta burn those leaves, and uh
Pretty Tone make the girls say please
Daddy work that d, put it in and be eas' and uh
So what, come on, now some of y'all people
Might know me from my wallabies
Pretty bitches got my number, y'all can dial me
I stick it up like an iced cake robbery
And when I'm done, y'all can finger nail file me
Floss the ill robes since Criminology
Supreme Clientele, put the world on top of me
Yo babe, hurry up, with those collard greens
I represent S.I., ain't as wild as me
They lousy, I'm phat like a pound of cheeba weed brownies
Tone got the powder squeeze, don't surround me
Quick to pick a honey up, shit, the flow's Bounty
Ya'll can just crown me!

[Ghostface Killah ~ Outro:]
Yeah, that's right
I like to thank y'all for coming out tonight
How y'all like that shit? Youknowhatimean?
You really run New York
This is that Theodore shit, muthafucker!

[Intro]
Get a fuckin bleedin house mate! (Yeah!)
(Gilla House!)
Okay? Big Ben and all that fuckin bullshit
(Gilla House, ya heard?)
You fuckin Muppets, you fuckin cunts!
(Gilla.. Gilla.. Gilla.. let's go!)

[Redman]
Yo, yo
Muscle my way in, old fathers mine
Tattooed Gilla, feelin in my prime
Pull up a Coupe a color niggaz can't find
Plasma TV on the mirror outside
I overdo it strong, got chicks that buck ya down
from Vietnam that look like Nia Long
I'm hot, my collar stand up like The Fonz
To hold my guns you need wet and karma bombs
You got chubby? I got chubby too
Me starve in the park, nigga you on ComicView
You funny, I flood the area tsunami
Wash out the weak niggaz, then I tag 'em _Dry Me_
I'm married to the game, the brass my music
When Brick's in the house, there's a problem Houston!
I guzzle Crunk Juice to the neck
So when I walk in the party ain't nobody gon' do shurrr
Redman is shurrr, it's the principality
Oven like wurrrm for the lyrics I burrrn
Nigga wait your turrrn, we can battle in a second
So I can bankrupt ya like, Chapter 11
I'm the shit like Janet Jackson undressin
Believe it, when I quarterback you receive it
Same crib on MTV Cribs mine
I ain't lyin cause my eyes redder than iodine
I'm back muh'fucker, so up your chain
I'ma leave the same way I came, that's thorough
I run up in your hood like 80 deep
Have it sound like _Drumlines_ at A&T, muh'fucker

[Chorus:]
Gilla House - check, Def Squad - check
White tee - check, Goretex - check
When we said we number one - we lied
We number one two three four AND five
Gilla House - check, Brick City - check
89 - check, cash yo - check
"They don't give a fuck about what y'all niggaz doin"
(scratch: "Holla at your b-boy-boy!)

[Redman]
If you find a bag of weed on the floor, pick it up
And if you find it I got 10 on the dub
I'm hard to find like pickin weed out a rug
I'm worldwide fool, I don't care about a buzz
Dawn of the Red, goin for the bread
I got pitbulls hooked on to a sled
My block'll riot like they shot Cornbread
The Pres'll find a missile with a foreign head
KABOOM! Guess who stepped in the room?
Streetsweeper out, ready to vacumn
Then all of a sudden, you get it in the end
Like Kane from Marlena cousin, I'm a menace
I was broke as hell, first time I made it
Now e'rything I own is voice activated
Boy I'm lyin, I'm just tryin to make cheddar
Cause my doorbell is rubbin two wires together

[Chorus:]
Gilla House - check, Wu-Tang - check
White tee - check, Nike Air - check
When we said we number one - we lied
We number one two three four AND five
Gilla House - check, Uptown - check
Purple haze - check, cash yo - check
"They don't give a fuck about what y'all niggaz doin"
(scratch: "Holla at your b-boy-boy!)

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