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How We Roll

by Big Pun

Artist: Big Pun
Album: Endangered Species
Song: How We Roll
Typed by: liner notes of the CD

[Ashanti]
Something, I want to tell you
There's something I've been, thinking, that your, crew should know
Big Pun be the largest thang
Straight out of the projects
And that's how we roll.. roll..

[Big Pun]
You know I'm well known like Al Capone, fully blown like Ton' Montana
In a zone, sittin on chrome, stoned sippin on cham-pagna
Rollin ganja up in bible papers, see how high the lye can take us
Through the eyes of Christ, John, Elijah, Jacob
I make the kind of green a hustler dream
Bustin out the custard cream Viper
custom piped up with the mustard seams
Clustered green Fort Knox and hard (?) medallions
Mockin God even Italians see my batallion pull out the broad
I got the +Squad+ over-qualified, pullin over Karl Kani
Range Rover tilted, three-wheelted hydraulic slide
Sparkin lye in the clouds and reppin my housin
Like the Wu do in Shaolin

[Chorus: Ashanti]
Ooohooo there's, something, I want to tell you
There's something I've been, thinking, that your, crew should know
Big Pun be the largest thang
Straight out of the projects
And that's how we roll.. roll..

[Big Pun]
I keep my Desert Eagle cocked back in my tuxedo with my top hat
What you broke motherfuckers know about that?
Lookin fat in Marc and Pelle leather like Fonzarelli
Sparkin Phillies with the Gods like Makaveli
On the celly (blown Benz, chrome rims)
Shinin like the (stone gems) on my (gold rings)
I got it sewn Twinz, I can't begin to tell you the story
that soared me from livin poorly to a modern day Cinderfella
I've been a killer and a drug dealer, a bugged nigga
But now I'm like Puffy cause money's thicker than blood player
I'm still a threat but now I think before I flip
Call my connects together
and figure which cleaner's the best for the hit
I get the job done, Pun's handlin business
Candlelight dinners, havin a toast with the most glamorous bitches
My road to riches was no Christmas
Now we blessed with gold Lazaruses
so expensive my whole family's religious

[Chorus]

[Big Pun]
Aiyyo I want it all you can call me greedy and superficial
long as my crew's official and pulls they pistols soon as I whistle
I'm tryin to triple a million and split it three ways
Joe the God, Full Eclipse, and myself - that'll be the day
I need a way to get it already got the ambition
Start the ignition, watch for the NARCs in the marked Expedition
I'm on a mission which requires a higher position
Desire and vision keeps the fire inside of me glistenin
I'm infinite like math, so I'm gonna last
But you wanna laugh all day, bullshit and sittin on your ass
I'm all about cash and the power
A stash with the power that lasts like hittin ass for an hour
Let's get it locked, I want a watch with baguetted rocks
so I can clock hoes with the glow that never stops
Forget the cops, we got Deserts and glocks too
Ready to rock whoever tryin to stop our cheddar from stockin forever

[Chorus]

[Ashanti]
Big Pun is the largest thang
Joey Crack be stayin paid
Terror Squad from the projects man.. {*fades*}


Posted on Apr 3, 2001, 2:38 PM

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I Can't Believe

by Carl Thomas & Faith Evans

Artist: carl thomas and faith evans
Song: i can't believe
sent by: lilmomma (thanx boo)

carl thomas
I always dreamed that everything
will be O.K with me and you
but I was wrong
When I looked into your eyes
I didnt see all the things
I used to see
whats going on

faith evans
You gave me reason to believe
that we were always meant to be
but now I see
that you were wrong
You cant keep running back to me
with all those babay baby pleases
no more....no more

chorus
never imagined you would be a faded picture
im emotional
you sound believeing no decieving its official
im emotional

faith evans
I cant forget that night
I saw you in the corner after tight
you were wrong
Still dancing on the floor
while i was watching at the door so hurt
there you were

You gave me reason to believe
that we were always meant to be
but now I see
that you were wrong
You cant keep running back to me
with all those babay baby pleases
no more....no more

both
you had your chance
but you threw it all away
thought you had my love always
i dont understand
how you think that we could stay
when you told a lie
i had to go

chorus to fade



    
This message has been edited by tidepoetry on Apr 1, 2001 4:00 PM

Posted on Apr 1, 2001, 1:23 PM

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My World, My Way

by Silkk the Shocker

Artist: Silkk the Shocker
Album: My World, My Way
Song: My World, My Way
Typed by: lil_c@onebox.com
sent by: lionthemad@theglobe.com

What, What, What
South, North, East, West
What (huh) What (huh) What (huh) What (huh) What
What you thought c'mon

[Hook]
What y'all bout
Cash and riches - something like Jags and 6's
What y'all hate
How niggaz stunt and front when they know that they fake
What y'all love
How No Limit keep it real stay ridin' on dubs
What y'all say
G's up hoes down
My world nigga my way

[Verse 1]
Look since I was gone for a sec
They don't really know what to expect
I say when you dealin' with me
Look expect the best
Fuck with anything of mine and you can expect death
If I give 1 and there's 10 in the clip
You can be expectin' the rest
I tell niggaz look don't even bother investin' in vests
When there's head shots why you thinkin' bout protectin' yo chest
I took a year off but that was just to invest cash
But now I'm back to make the block hottter nigga with the best bags
When you successful you know you find yourself in some hate shit
But you know how I do haters
I dodge them like I was the Matrix
Shorty like "You changed ever since you lashed out"
"Silkk, you spoiled" What you expect ma I'm the last child

Hook

[Verse 2]
Got girls like sayin' "Look at Silkk, he becomin' a man"
Niggaz don't like me
All of a sudden they becomin' a fan
From last year to this year
How he got that cold?
I can say what the fuck I want
How he got that bold?
I worked all my life nigga
How he got that rich?
I tried for 2 years
How he got that chick?
You know how easy it is nigga to steal a nigga chick
Why they frontin' in 4's and 5's just pull up in a 6
You know I don't say much
Nigga stay in the cut
If my hair grow fade it up
Now I let my shit grow and braid it up
You know when I step out the house make sure my motor-bike tight
Come through the hood on one wheel like motor-bike Mike
Car look like something look you done seen on James Bond
And a Navigation system for spots that I can't find
You know I banged one time
But these niggaz changed they mind
Everything I got shine
If not it ain't mine
C'mon

Hook

[Verse 3]
You better shut up before you get robbed and done
I got killaz on the payroll they cause they have a job for 6 months
Yeah I got money but dog I still play in the jet
Keep a K and a Teck
Tank stay on my neck
It ain't nothin' that I want and see and I just cannot have
I like to go into the mall (??) and I just cannot grab
Like a good lookin' girl you just cannot have
Cause if I ain't got dough, I just cannot laugh
You know me, looked relaxed laid down in a jet
One woman man but look I ain't really found her yet
Wanna hate us
Simple fact, we caked up
Hate us and tomorrow don't wake up

Hook


Posted on Mar 31, 2001, 4:58 PM

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Everything (Cd version)

by Lil Wayne

Artist: Lil Wayne
Song: Everything (Cd version)
Album: Lights Out
typed & sent by: BmoreBabiGurl@AOL.COM (Thanx boo)


(talking) I know, I know, Weezy Wee, this dedicated to my father Damn nigga, y'all excuse the expressions
[Verse 1]
What it be like up there baby boy, ay this here ya son hollerin at ya
I miss the shit out ya, it's hard to be without ya
But I know you watchin, peepin down on how I'm livin
Ay, tell Jesus I said thanks for the blessings he sendin
Please ask him to forgive me for the sins I commit
Just let him know I'm still young and at risk
Say, I'll never forget the time that you caught me smokin herb in the house
I was dead wrong, I deserved to get out
But you just talked it over with my mom and got it situated in due time
Told me get the paper instead of high
So now I take that advice and shed light over my whole life dog
I wanted to be just like you my whole life dog
I can't believe them niggas stole ya, that shit's pain to me
But don't trip, I hold you down, you still remain through me
And dog I know I can't see you but I bet that you smilin
And I'm a make you even happier, I promise

(Chorus) 2x
I know you can't be close to my nigga, I know
But I know you watchin over me nigga, I know
But the shit's steady hurtin, burn deep
But it's alright dog, everything gon' be alright dog

[Verse 2]
I know you see my daughter growin up and bad as ever
But she cool 'cause she do whatever daddy tell her
And your wife, she's still the most wonderful woman
I just built her a new house, she ain't runnin from nothin
B and Slim, them niggas still love me like they own child
Ms. Rose nerves get bad, but still she gon' smile
And me I'm on some "squash it" and some debate it
But I know they love it way more than they hate it
And I know you probably laughin at the way I treat these hoes and these bitches
I try love 'em, my BM be trippin
But Rabbit, you know one thing, I got the game from you, every perspective
That's why I keep the gun at close connection for protection
And you see I left school behind and chose CMB
It was impossible on the road every week, but I know enough
And I follow by everything you ever told me, think wisely
Watch over me my nigga, just guide me

(Chorus)

[Verse 3]
I swear to you man, at some times I really wish I was with you
'Cause I get fed up with this life and I miss you
Somebody pass me a tissue, and let me wipe the tears from my eyes
Yeah, nigga I cried, it's 'cause I loved you dog
I promise I won't ever put nothin above you dog
So I live my life in dedication of you dog
I know you see me happy on the outside and hurt within
Make me wanna grab that gun and burst again
But I know they got a reason why I'm here
And I know they got a reason why you gone
And therefore, I'm succeedin on my own
But you ain't never left me, nigga, you still dwell in my heart
I can't forget you kept it real from the start
And until my last breath I exhale, I'm a keep you with me
And when we do meet again, I'm a keep you with me
And tell them niggas Pac, B.I.G. and Pun I said "thay's my peoples"
Watch over me nigga 'til I see you

(Chorus) 1 1/2x
(Wayne talking to fade)




    
This message has been edited by tidepoetry on Mar 31, 2001 4:56 PM

Posted on Mar 29, 2001, 2:35 PM

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Guilty until Proven innocent

by Jay-Z f/ R. Kelly

A: Jay- z feat. R. Kelly
s: Guilty until Proven innocent
TB: jIGGa.com
sb: gRaytide.com



[Jay-Z]
I thought this was America people!
Uhh, yeah, guilty until proven innocent huh?
That's how we workin huh? Okay
Before me there was many; after me there will be none
I am the one
Uh-huh, okay, I see how we playin

Yeah, I get it down - anxiously the public can't wait
Niggaz had to have it way before it's release date
Jigga get irate, press get it fucked up
Took me one point eight but I had to get it straight
Get the CD, twelve inch vinyl, get the tape
Jigga give out food for thought dog, get a plate
I get it down, get it krunk when I get in the state of mind
that what's mine is mine, nobody get to take
I don't bend, break, fold, scratch, go down
My mental rolodex see these words? I just don't know
I know stress, drama, niggaz upsettin my mama
Arrested, put in the lineup, tryin to put dents in my armor
But I'm a survivor, plus I'm liver than most
Out on bail, fifty thou', still ridin with toast
I ain't tryin to collide with folk,
but I don't want folk takin Jigga for joke
I guess you niggaz just woke - good morning!

[Chorus - R. Kelly]
You can't touch me, no you can't touch me
Jigga, Kelly, not guilty
Try to charge me but I'm not guilty
I got, all, my mamis
I've got all of my mamis
Tell me, what you, want from me
Tell me.. what y'all want from me?
I'm not guilty

[Jay-Z]
I see how you comin at me now, I'm cool

I'm not the snitch I don't go to the cops to get rich
.. I go to the block and pitch
I go with the glock and click, I go with the pop I'm sick
I go with you hard; I ain't gon' stop for shit
Look in my eyes dog, right in my pupils
If I'm your rival, why would I have to do you?
Press try to throw dirt on my name, disturbin my game
Seemed happy when they heard he was arraigned, glad he's indichted
Got big money, big lawyers to fight it
Just like Cochran, cocksuckers you never see me boxed in
Y'all all knnow it, Jigga's a fighter
Plus I'm clausterphobic, back on the streets before you know it
And my word niggaz, I heard you niggaz
I'm address each and every one of you cocksuckers
Fuck the white press, the block love us, hip-hop forever
B.I.G. is here, the soul of Tupac hovers - above us

[Chorus - R. Kelly]
You can't touch me, no you can't touch me
Jigga, Kelly, not guilty
Try to charge me but I'm not guilty
I got, all, my mamis
I've got all of my mamis
Tell me, what you, want from me
Tell me.. (I am the one)
What you want from me? Not guilty

[Jay-Z]
Uhh, okay, you on my radar, I got you too bitch

Got lame bitches tryin to fuck with my case
Same lame bitch I bust in her face
Honey just mad I got her fuckin replaced
Plus a birthday pass without me even touchin my safe
But I ain't gon' lie, the head was sick
But what we need to do, is put that mouth on a betta bitch
You heart the rhetorhic, Jigga hit me over the head
with a champagne bottle at the bar, can he buy me a car?
Naw, how do y'all equate your pain
Would it all go away if I bought you a Range?
I got one or two of those, nothin gon' change
For nothin else, you gotta live with yourself
Try and lie on Hov' cause I ride on the road
in what, most would describe as a Rolls
NO, that's that Continental T
The only car that fit intercontinental me, not guilty

[Chorus - R. Kelly]
You can't touch me, no you can't touch me
Jigga, Kelly, not guilty
And you wanna charge me, when I'm not guilty
I got, all, my mamis
(I am the one) I've got all of my mamis
Tell me, what you, want from me
Tell me.. what you want from me?
Not guilty

[Jay-Z]
I, am, the, one
[R] Y'all, cats, can't touch me

[R. Kelly]
So you can't touch me nigga, you can't touch me
Jigga, Kelly, not guilty
Said Jigga, Kelly, not guilty
I got, all, my mamis
And I got, all my, mamis
Tell me, what you, want from me
I don't, know why, y'all can't see that
Y'all, cats, can't touch me
Y'all, dudes, can't touch me
Jigga, Kelly, not guilty
Jigga, Kelly, not guilty
I got, all, my mamis
I got, all my, mamis
Tell me, what you, want from me
So tell me, what you, want from me
Y'all, cats, can't touch me
Y'all, niggaz, can't touch me
Jigga, Kelly, not guilty
Jigga, Kelly, not guilty
I got, all, my mamis
And I got, all my, mamis
Tell me, what you, want from me
So tell me, what you, want from me
Y'all, cats, can't touch me

Jigga, Kelly, not guilty
I got, all, my mamis
Tell me, what you, want from me
Y'all, cats, can't touch me




Posted on Mar 29, 2001, 1:34 PM

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Dollaz, Drank, and Dank

by Mr. Short Khop f/ Kokane

Artist: Mr. Short Khop f/ Kokane
Album: Da Khop Shop
Song: Dollaz, Drank, and Dank
Typed by: rcdj01@gateway.net
sent by: rassfan@hotmail.com

[Kokane talking]
Fuck you, fuck you
Now I lay em' down to sleep
fuck you, fuck you

[Verse 1]
It goes down like this
Slingshot so I can't miss
Known to put em all in a twist
Khop[chop] C.G, top mack shop hitting C
Bank shot top of the key
Hit you in the gut with this he-re
No you can't touch this he-re
Come run with one young musketeer
And smoke one four the broke one
Blow one for the poor one
Grab your cups pour the potion
From the get go, my shit flow
Like the bombay tweed wit a sisco
And at the disco
I want you movin in your chucks
Sliddin in your gators
High heels and pumps
Enemies and haters
Shake the beams and the pistols wit it
I'mma go on and grab the sticky green
With the crystals in it
Do your thizzle wit it
Just how you want to
And everybody gone do
And can't no nigga do it like this nigga do

[Chorus]
I love my cheese, I got to have my chedder
I love my drank, but on the rocks is better
Don't love no hoes, cuz they full of drama
I love my weed, I love marijuana

[Verse 2]
It go red light, flashlight, hit the black light
Known to keep the sack tight
Get your act right
Whether in your 750's
Riders on your back slowing down for train tracks
Push it back on the map
Been a long time coming
In the cut long time gunning
Heat keep huming
Pass it to the point guard rookie
Out to stash chips last cookies
Then mash to the backyard boogie
Spending huns on my loved ones
Give a dose back
With the haterism hold that
You can find me in the back
Where they blows at
Off the yack and the prozack
Where the homies and the hoes at

[Repeat Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Now gone and give her two thumbs up
For this little one cunt
Young runt
And give me two more for the funk
Bang the trunk out the window halfway
Roll em up hot-box
Roaches in the ashtray
Head steady nodding
Feeling old school, steady mobbin
Mouth full of cotton
So gone and bend a corner with me
We could ride to the store
Me young bandit, if you aint know
I been young super nigga
Even before Cube scooped a nigga
Way back had the hay-sack
And had a pocket full of loot
Bump with the douche
Work in the hood
Heata in the bush
And I used to hold a sack
Till a nigga got rich like Quaterbacks
Now I throw the sac
It's either that or blow a sack
Still keep in tact
An in a quater sack
Making transactions [Huh]

[Repeat Chorus 2x]


Posted on Mar 29, 2001, 8:40 AM

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**Unreleased

by Eminem

Artist: Eminem
Album: Never on one
Song: Known as "2 Verses" (2 unreleased verses put together to make a full song)
Typed by: Rox4buzz@hotmail.com
sent by: rassfan@hotmail.com



Verse 1:
I'm the illest rapper to hold a cordless
Patrolling corners
Looking for hookers to punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters
I'm meaner in action
Than Rosco beating James Tarteenyer
And smackin his back with vacuum cleaner attachments
I grew up in the wild hood
As a hazardous youth
With a fucked up childhood
That I used as an excuse
And aint shit changed
But kept the same mindstate
Since the third time that I failed 9th grade
You probably think that I'm a negative person don't be so sure of it
I don't promote violence I just encourage it
I laugh at the sight of death
As I fall down a cement flight of steps
And land inside a bed of spider webs
So throw caution to the wind
You and a friend
Can jump off of a bridge and if you live, do it again
Shit, why not? Blow your brain out
I'm blowing mine out
Fuck it, you only live once you might as well die now

Verse 2:
It's only fair to warn
I was born with a set of horns
And metaphors attached to my damn umbulical cord
Warlord of rap little bastard with a two by four board
That smashed into your Honda Accord
With a 4 door Ford
But a more toward droppin an accapella
Then choppen a fella
like mozarella
Worse than a hellacopta propella
Got you locked in the cella
With your skeleton showing
Developing anorexia
While I'm standin next to ya
Eating a full course meal watching you starve to death
With an IV in your veins
Feeding you liquid darvicet
Pumping you full of drugs
Pull the plugs
On the gunshot victims full of bullet slugs
Who were picked up in an ambulance
And driven
To receiving with the asses ripped outta they pants
And given
A less than 20 percent chance
Of living
Have a possible placement
It's a hospital patient
Storing the dead bodies in grandma's little basement
Doctor Kevorkian has arrived
To perform an autopsy on you while you scream "I'M STILL ALIVE!"
Driving a rusty scalpel in through the top of your scalp
And pulling your adams apple out through your mouth
Better call the fire department
I've hired a arson
To set fire to carpet
And burn up your entire apartment
I'm a liar to start shit
Got your bitch wrapped around my dick
So tight you need a crobar to pry her apart wit




Posted on Mar 27, 2001, 2:22 PM

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Ho

by Ludacris

Artist: Ludacris
Album: Back for the First Time
Song: Ho
Typed by: mrsparkle68@yahoo.com
sent by: rassfan

(Chorus)
Hooooooooo (Ho)
Youza Hoooooo (Ho)
Youza Hoooooo (Ho)
I said that youza hooooo (Ho)
(Repeat 1x)

(Ludacris)
You doin ho activities
With ho tendencies
Hos are your friends, hoes are your enemies
With ho energy to do whacha do
Blew whacha blew
Screw whacha screw
Yall professional like DJ Clue, pullin on my coat tail
an why do you think you take a ho to a hotel?
Hotel everybody, even the mayor
Reach up in tha sky for tha hozone laya
Come on playa once a ho always
And hos never close they open like hallways
An heres a ho cake for you whole ho crew
an everybody wants some cuz hoes gotta eat too

(chorus x2)

(Ludacris)
Cant turn a ho into a housewife
Hos dont act right
Theres hos on a mission, an hoes on a crackpipe
Hey ho how ya doin, where ya been?
Prolly doin ho stuff cuz there you ho again
Its a ho wide world, that we livin in
feline, feminine, fantastical, women
Not all, just some
You ho who you are
Theres hoes in tha room, theres hoes in tha car
theres hoes on stage, theres hoes by tha bar
hos by near, an hos by far
Ho! (But can i getta ride?!)
NO! (Cmon, nigga why?!)
Cuz youza

(chorus 2x)

(Ludacris)
You gotta run in your pantyhos
Even your daddy knows
that you suckin down chocolate like daddy-o's
You hos are horrible, horrendous
On taxes ya'll writin off hos as dependents
I see tha ho risin
it aint surprisin
its just a hoasis
with ugly chicks faces
but hos dont feel so sad and blue
cuz most of us niggaz is hos too

(chorus x2)

(Ho)
Muthafuckas im so tiired of yall niggaz always talkin
bout hos this, hos that, you tha muthafuckin ho nigga
I wasnt no ho last night

(Pimp)
Ho, bring yo ass!

(Ho)
Ok, hold on


Posted on Mar 26, 2001, 9:03 PM

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Scream Double R

by Eve f/ DMX

Artist: Eve f/ DMX
Album: Scorpion
Song: Scream Double R
Typed by: mothegreat@bet.com
sent by: rassfan@hotmail.com

(The chorus is drowned out and in the back round)
(Chorus) (x2)
[Eve (DMX)]
Get that ass up and Scream Double R (What!)
We ain't going nowhere we made it this far(Uh -1st time come on - 2nd)
Let me see my, my dogs (*growls*)
Let me hear my, my dogs (*Barks*)

[DMX (Over Chorus)]
Uh, What, Uh, My Baby,
My, Baby, That's my baby COME ON!

[DMX]
Time to hit y'all cats with another joint from Eve and the dog
And you know how we do baby creep in the fog
Now hold it down for the fellas, hold it down for the girls
Keep motherfuckers knowing this rap shit is our world (WHAT!)
Been there and done that (UH), had fun where the run at (UH)
Don't got to shoot a motherfucker no more so put the gun back (UH)
Pay niggas to do that, cause they a lot better at it
Keep the burner in the truck cause well you got to have it (aight)
It's an unwritten law (uh huh)
Let a faggot open that unwritten door (uh huh)
Hit 'em with four (uh) hairline to the jaw (WHAT!)
That's what I'm aiming at
We going to get that nigga X aight well keep saying that
Eve I wish you the best and I'll always love you (what)
Never hear me say FUCK YOU because I love you (what)
Always here for you when somebody else is not (uh)
A dog and his bitch blowing up the spot
Come on

(Chorus sounding regular)
(Chorus) (x2)

[Eve]
It should be against the law, me and the dog like a brawl
And the only thing that can help you is God and you should call on him
Weak sight, the streets like, creep like
Cause they got each other's she bark and he bite
It ain't strange you cats know the name
Double R bubble hard it's a shame
Realest niggas doing it, them clowns they ruin it
Shut 'em down give 'em pounds cause palms go glue in it
Sticky finger niggas steal each other's style
Claiming how they started things not original
Cats they get caught up in the glitter and glam
If that's the case you should be considered a fan
I'm like tired of the same beats that claim streets
Doing nothing but ducking from the hood got the same speech
Only one you feeling is you niggas know the deal
Industry, fuck it, in the streets keep it real, nigga

(Chorus) (x2)

[DMX]
Since the beginning we both knew we was winning
Cause we been in all type of shit (uh) but kept on spitting, hitting
Niggas in the head with that shit that let 'em know it was the truth
So they feel that cause it's real black (WHAT!)
We never going to stop (uh), no matter what they say (uh)
No matter what they do (uh) they'll never take it away (Come On)
What the Lord give you let no man curse
E-V-E and DMX from the birth to the earth

[Eve]
Why they sick cause we still close thought that it was over
Cats trying to tear us apart dogs got closer
All the shit we deal with only make us stronger
Try to do a lot of shit but they can't belong to
For real niggas scared us, steady catching them bluffing
What you say shut up nigga saying much of nothing
Act like they don't want it but they demand it
Double R keep it hard and niggas can't stand it

(Chorus) (x3)


Posted on Mar 26, 2001, 9:01 PM

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Fiesta (Remix)

by R. Kelly f/ Jay-Z

Artist: R. Kelly f/ Jay-Z
Album: Fiesta 12" (Only available in single form)
Song: Fiesta (Remix)
Typed by: Uptownkilla181@aol.com
sent by: rassfan@hotmail.com
4: MGillis

[Jay-Z]
After the show it's the after party and
After the party is the hotel lobby and
After the Belve then it's probably Cris, and
After the original it was probably this (Fiesta)
Yes ma, Bed-Stuy, Fiesta
Remix with the homie from the Mid-West Side
Game recognize, game hoes do too
It's the new two live
Who I supposed you knew
So thugs, pop yo toasters
But don't approach us or
Bullets'll chase you
Like Moett Momoso
Catch us both closer
Racin twin pochus
Box us with glass that'll pop you
and make you boast us
Whoever come closest - you've been warned
But niggaz don't get the picture 'till the weapons is drawn
Make ya wait backstage, baby girl it's on

[Jay-Z & R. Kelly]
And we'll be drinkin 'till six in the mornin

[R. Kelly]

Yes Ma Yes Ma



In the back of the club with mama
Poppin bottles of Cris with mama
Put the bar on the tab for mama
Throwin hundreds up for grabs for mama
Cause it's about to go down toninght
Tell me have you seen her
I'ma be drinkin 'till the early biz-ide (that's right)
Nigga high like a muh'fucker cause I
Take three-hundreds just to make me really hiz-high
My, my, my, my
It what they all say when they see the fo' tonight
They say - my, my, my, my
Everytime they see them big things on my ? (haha)

1 - [R. Kelly]
Well y'all gotta club
They ain't bookin wit arenas
Got'cha man sayin "Plenty have you seen her?"
Yeah she wit me on the low gettin high offa doe
Get her knees on the floor

[R. Kelly]
Fiesta - Fiesta, Fiesta
Fiesta, Fiesta
Fiesta, Fiesta
Fiesta, Fiesta
Fiesta, Fiesta
Fiesta, Fiesta
Fiesta, Fiesta
Fiesta, Fiesta

[R. Kelly]
Switchin lanes in Six in the 'burbs
I met a girl named Tasha in the 'burbs
Took the hood then I moved into the 'burbs
The normal Sheriff's are Police's in the 'burbs (that's right)
Now we about the tear this club up
Don't worry 'bout it
This is cause I that show up
Ready to FOO! Knock 'em fresh right outta Phys. Ed.
I need some BOO! From all the honey's on B-Air
I said - my, my, my, my (yeah)
It's what them thugs yellin when them strippers on they fiz-oh
They say - my, my, my, my (yeah)
That Kisha yellin from the up and down ?

Repeat 1

[R. Kelly]
Fiesta!

[Gotti]
I put the big body up
Come through in a Rover
Not only Kelly and Gotti
It's Boo and Hova
Pop Cris if you like
My ice gliss in the light
I'm wit Roclain right?
So I'm rich for life
I'm like Heaven
Everybody wanna get to me
How you make it to the gates? Son forget the key
I'm the one God chose so you blessed to me
Gotti Floyd got'cha high off that Ecstacy

[Verse Five]
Yeah, what, what
Aiiyo I come through stunnin
Plus I'm gettin blunned in the new six-hundred
Wit the big rims on it
We rock rocks that are like ya shoulders
Gotta lotta hot cars but the drops is colored (aahh)
You see V-I-P
Me, Kelly, Gotti, and Hov
Drinkin Cris like its H-2-O
All we do is spend cheese cause we love the doe
Mami - roll more trees before it's time to go
C'mon..

[R. Kelly]
If you got Cash Money then you feelin shit, and
If you rollin on them things then you feelin shit
If you drunk off in the club then you feelin shit
If you'se a motherfuckin thug then you feelin shit
If you smokin on some Dro then you feelin shit, and
If you off the Ecstacy you got's to feel this shit
If you sippin on some Cris you got's to feel this shit, and
If you throwin up then chill, you've got to feel this shit
Fiesta..

Fiesta, Fiesta {*repeated until fade*}




    
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Posted on Mar 23, 2001, 10:21 PM

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Bizounce

by Olivia

Artist: Olivia
Song: Bizounce
written by: dmxx67@hotmail.com
Sent by: Lionthemad@theglobe.com

Verse 1 Rap
F*** conversation, I'm throwin him a lever
Leavin the crib with a Dear John letter
I'm takin what I need, nigga f*** all ya cheddah
F*** all ya jewelry and f*** all ya cars
You ballin while I'm wishin on stars
Won't have me wildin while you puffin on dro's
Have me in the crib, all panties and bras
While you in the Benzo messin wit broads
Have ya'll face in another b***h twat
Go ahead playa boy that's how you get shot (I'ma get ya ass)
And I ain't even like that silly nigga
But I'm hurt and I'm filled up with liquor
Ponderin on if you really feel her
Only a man could make a girl a killer
And wit a nine like this my nigga don't sleep
I'ma creep up on your behind my nigga

I'm about to bizounce
I can't take this s**t no more
Picture frame broken daddy
Cuz I can't trust you
I'm ridin high now
So nigga f*** you

I'm about to bizounce
I can't take this s**t no more
Picture frame broken daddy
Cuz I can't trust you
I'm ridin high now
So nigga f*** you

Verse 2 (1 in Napster version)
Drivin in yo Benzo
Shinned up Lorenzo
Ashtray filled wit Indo
Toss it out the window
Bein fast as the ash blow
Leavin a nigga, f*** ya cash flow
I got my own account
And it holds a nice amount
I'ma come back for my clothes
And come back for my Roles
You can keep them other hoes
Nigga that's how the game goes
And if ya didn't know
Better ask somebody baby
Shoulda treated me like your lady
Nigga I gotta bizounce

I'm about to bizounce
I can't take this s**t no more
Picture frame broken daddy
Cuz I can't trust you
I'm ridin high now
So nigga f*** you

I'm about to bizounce
I can't take this s**t no more
Picture frame broken daddy
Cuz I can't trust you
I'm ridin high now
So nigga f*** you

Verse 3 (2 in Napster version)
F*** the conversation
I'm throwin you a letter
Keep them platinum credit cards
Keep all of your cheddar
That shit don't mean nuttin to me (No nuttin to me no nuttin to me)
Cuz I'm tired of you stressin me (Tired of you stressin me)
The scent of perfume on ya clothes (In ya clothes)
Messin wit them silly hoes (Silly hoes)
Got me feelin miserable (I'm miserable)
Peddlin up wit Hen and Coke (It's on...)
Sleepin wit the enemy (...b***h)
Boy you don't wanna f*** wit me (Don't wanna f*** wit me)

I'm about to bizounce
I can't take this s**t no more
Picture frame broken daddy
Cuz I can't trust you
I'm ridin high now
So nigga f*** you

I'm about to bizounce
I can't take this s**t no more
Picture frame broken daddy
Cuz I can't trust you
I'm ridin high now
So nigga f*** you

Verse 4 (3 in Napster version)
I ain't never comin back no more
I know you heard that shit before
I don't never wanna see your face
Faded pictures on make-up case
Shoulda known what ya missed at home
Now you roll along wit no one to bone
You ain't never gonna eat poon poon
Not from me no no

I'm about to bizounce
I can't take this s**t no more
Picture frame broken daddy
Cuz I can't trust you
I'm ridin high now
So nigga f*** you

I'm about to bizounce
I can't take this s**t no more
Picture frame broken daddy
Cuz I can't trust you
I'm ridin high now
So nigga f*** you

I'm about to bizounce
I can't take this s**t no more
Picture frame broken daddy
Cuz I can't trust you
I'm ridin high now
So nigga f*** you

I'm about to bizounce
I can't take this s**t no more
Picture frame broken daddy
Cuz I can't trust you
I'm ridin high now
So nigga f*** you


Posted on Mar 23, 2001, 10:18 PM

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Peaches And Cream

by 112

Artist: 112
Song: Peaches And Cream
Typed and used with the permission of:
ghettofabulous98@hotmail.com

So hot, hot
It's the S the L the I the M
Let me tell you what I wanna do
Let me show you that I'm feelin' you
Wanna sex, wanna ride with you
Wanna taste, wanna put my lips all over you
Can't get enough of you
Always taken of you
So sweet, so very wet
So good, girl you make me sweat
Girl I'm talkin' 'bout

Peaches and cream
I need it cause you know that I'm a fiend
Gettin' freaky in my Bentley limousine
It's even better when it's with ice cream
Know what I mean

Peaches and cream
I need it cause you know that I'm a fiend
Gettin' freaky in my Bentley limousine
It's even better when it's with ice cream
Know what I mean, peaches and cream

I never thought that I would be
So addicted to you
On top, underneath, on the side of you
Better yet baby inside of you
Love the way you're just flowin down
And I can feel it all around
In the front, in the back of you
Ooh I love the taste of you
Girl you know what I'm talking about

Peaches and cream
I need it cause you know that I'm a fiend
Gettin' freaky in my Bentley limousine
It's even better when it's with ice cream
Know what I mean

Peaches and cream
I need it cause you know that I'm a fiend
Gettin' freaky in my Bentley limousine
It's even better when it's with ice cream
Know what I mean, peaches and cream

Won't stop girl you know I can't get enough
Wanna taste it in the morning when I'm waking up
Like peach cobbler in my stomach when I eat it up
Got your legs around my neck so I can't get up
See the boys 112 we from the A'
(A' - shorty we don't play)
And when it comes to eating peaches, shorty we don't play
So all the ladies in the house if your peach the shit
Put your hands in the air represent your clique

Peaches and cream
I need it cause you know that I'm a fiend
Gettin' freaky in my Bentley limousine
It's even better when it's with ice cream
Know what I mean

Peaches and cream
I need it cause you know that I'm a fiend
Gettin' freaky in my Bentley limousine
It's even better when it's with ice cream
Know what I mean, peaches and cream

Oh girl I need it
I gotta have it
It's always on my mind
Know what I mean
Peaches and cream
I like it in my car
Or even in my bed
Or baby on the stairs
Know what I mean
Peaches and cream

Oh girl I need it
I gotta have it
It's always on my mind
Know what I mean
Peaches and cream
I like it in my car
Or even in my bed
Or baby on the stairs
Know what I mean
Peaches and cream

Peaches and cream
I need it cause you know that I'm a fiend
Gettin' freaky in my Bentley limousine
It's even better when it's with ice cream
Know what I mean

Peaches and cream
I need it cause you know that I'm a fiend
Gettin' freaky in my Bentley limousine
It's even better when it's with ice cream
Know what I mean, peaches and cream



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What Would You Do

by City High

aRTIST: City High -
sONG: What Would You Do
WRITTEN BY:SilyGemini@aol.com
SENT BY: rassfan@hotmail.com

1st verse:

Boys and girls wanna hear a true story?
Saturday night was at this real wild party
They had the liquor overflowin' the cup, about
5 or 6 strippers tryin to work for a buck
and I-took one girl outside wit me, her name
was Loni, she went to Junior High wit me,
I said, Why you up in there dancin for cash?,
I guess a whole lots changed since I seen you last
She said..

Chorus:

What would you do?, if your son was at home
crying all alone on the bedroom floor, cuz he's hungry
and thee only way to feed him is ta sleep wit a man
for a little bit of money, and his daddy's gone
so we're smokin' rock now, in and out of lock down,
I aint gotta job now, so for you this is just a good time
but for me this is what I call life

2nd verse:

Girl you aint thee only one wit a baby,
that's no excuse to be livin all crazy
then she looked me right square in the eye
and said everyday I wake up hopin' to die,
she said- nigga I know about pain cuz,
me and my sista ran away, so my daddy
couldn't rape us, before I was a teenager
I done been through more shit, you can't even
relate ta!

(Chorus)

Ooooo
Then she said, What would you do? if....
Get up on my feet and let go of every excuse
What would you do? if....
Cuz I wouldn't want my baby, to go through what
I went through
What would you do? if....
Get up on my feet, stop makin tired excuses
What would you do? if...
Girl I know if my mother can do it, baby you can do it

Oooo, oooo, oooo-(yea, yea, yea, yea)

(Chorus)

What would you do? if yo son was at home,
crying all alone on the bedroom floor, cuz he's hungry
and the only way to feed him is to sleep wit a man
for a little bit of money, and his daddy's gone
so we're smokin rock now, in and out of lock down,
I aint gotta job now, so for you this is just a good time
but for me this is what I call life (Come on)

(Chorus)


Posted on Mar 22, 2001, 1:41 PM

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There It Is

by Ginuwine

Artist: Ginuwine
Song: There It Is
typed by & used with the permission of:
ghettofabulous98@hotmail.com


Said I work my fingers down to the bone
I put it down from 9 to 5 so you should know
(You wanna know what else?)
And I bust my ass so you can live good
Yes I do, girl
Now all I want you to do is what you should
There it is

See there it is (there it is baby)
That ungrateful shit
There you go again, complanin'
What your aim is
I dont know but I'm...

I'm not doing this shit for nothing
I pay the car note, light bill, house note
What you think, this shit's for nothing?
You're not workin'
So what more you want?

Listen...
I do my best to give you what you need
It seems that
The harder that I work, the less you see
Ooh baby (ooh baby)
Who wouldn't want the life you lead?
Just think about it
Living the good life, yeah
Practically scot-free, oh oh oh oh yeah

See there it is (there it is, there it is)
That ungrateful shit (you see what I'm talkin' 'bout)
There you again, bein' worse, um yeah
Like you earned somethin' round here
But let's be clear

I'm not doing this shit for nothing
I pay the car note, light bill, house note
What you think, this shit's for nothing?
You're not workin'
So what more you want?

You got two seconds, pack your shit and get on outta here
Gotta go, gotta go baby
You don't appreciate what a man like me is about
No you don't
And you know I'm workin' 9 to 5
Workin' hard everyday baby (listen)
Even put my name (put my name)
Even served my day (served my day)
Down for some overtime, yeah

See there you go (there you go, there you go)
Tryin' to run the show

Oh, you don't pay my car note
Pay my light bill
Pay my house note

I'm not doing this shit for nothing
I pay the car note, light bill, house note
What you think, this shit's for nothing?
You're not workin'
So what more you want?


Posted on Mar 21, 2001, 3:37 PM

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Them Boyz

by Silkk the Shocker f/ Mystikal

Artist: Silkk the Shocker f/ Mystikal
Album: My World, My Way
Song: Them Boyz
Typed by: ddawg400@gateway.net *
sb: rassfan@hotmail.com
* send corrections to the typist

[S] Ohhhhhh
[M] UH-OHH!
[S] Uh-huh, y'all ready?
[M] {*door open sound*}
[S] Uh-huh, I don't think so
[M] This.. is.. Mystikal!
[S] Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, yeah c'mon
[M] The burnin inferno!
[S] Uh-huh
[M] Here poppin with the Colonel; Master P!
[S] Shocker!
[M] At ease soldier
[S] One-two.. {*can't make out*}.. soldiers!

[Chorus: Mystikal + Silkk]
[M] When you see that 5 and that 0 and that 4
You know that's them boyz (that's them boyz)
[S] When you see the tank swingin
You know that's them boyz (that's them boyz)
[M] When you hear them choppers cuttin
You know that's them boyz (that's them boyz)
[S] When you see that 5-0-4
You know that's them boyz (that's them boyz)

[Mystikal]
I keep my motherfuckin fists balled up
In case a motherfucker tryin to start somethin
You done did a little ginseng gotcha little dick hard
Now you like Hoffa
Think you gon' jump in the ring
Go pound for pound with the knockout kings
No shit like that ain't gonna happen
Them niggaz down here can't touch what I bring
First time you heard the do' open
and you heard that {*open sound*} you know that's me
And you bust ya rap
Hit the mat you'll be on your back like one, two, three
Them niggaz know I come off the top rope
Leave you knocked out with you mouth open
And they gon' have to take your ass home
Leave you in a hot tub soakin
BALLS BANGIN! You know ours swingin
I aint got to tell you nigga
Don't bother to go there you don't know who you fuckin with
I'm the flow-spitter, natural born go-getter
This is for the hustlers, ballers, cake dealers

[Chorus: Mystikal + Silkk]
[M] When you see that 5 and that 0 and that 4
You know that's them boyz (that's them boyz)
[S] And when you see them tanks swingin
You know that's them boyz (that's them boyz)
[M] When you hear them choppers cuttin
You know that's them boyz (that's them boyz)
[S] And when you see them bandanas
You know that's them boyz (that's them boyz)

[Silkk]
Uh-ohh, look
It's only right, it's on tonight
When I'm on the MIC; they know when to fight
When I drop, they known to bite
.. uh-huh, this is freestyle but look
Y'all can just go on and write
This is 504 livin, y'all know what it's like
That's them boyz, you see us roll up on them bikes
Chop-chop, just, like it was timber
We make it hot like July or either cold like December
(Ohhhh) Ain't my fault, I'm hot and I can still spit it this cool
Ain't my fault your girl tatted my name, get it removed
If you lookin.. then you know we ain't duckin
You know my face it ain't like my tank gon' be tucked in

[Chorus: Mystikal + Silkk]
[M] When you see that 5 and that 0 and that 4
You know that's them boyz (that's them boyz)
[S] When you see them tanks swingin
You know that's them boyz (that's them boyz)
[M] When you hear them choppers cuttin
You know that's them boyz (that's them boyz)
[S] When you see that 5-0-4
You know that's them boyz (that's them boyz)

[Silkk]
When you see us in the East (that's them boyz)
When you see us in the West (that's them boyz)
When you see us in the South (that's them boyz)
When you see us in the North (that's them boyz) (that's them boyz)
When we deep up in the streets
Want y'all to say (that's them boyz) (that's them boyz)

Can somebody tell 'em, I was only kidding?
I was only kidding!


Posted on Mar 21, 2001, 3:27 PM

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Lapdance

by The Neptunes

Artist: N.E.R.D. (The Neptunes)
Album: N.E.R.D.
Song: Lapdance
Typed by: el8o5kid@yahoo.com
sent by: rassfan@hotmail.com

[Chad]
Dirty Dog
I'm, I'm a dirty dog
I'm a dirty dog
I'm, I'm a dirty dog
Dirty Dog
I'm a dirty dog
Dirty Dog

Verse One: Chad

I'm an outlaw (I'm an outlaw)
Quick on the go (Quick on the go)
Somethin' you've never seen before (Never Seen)
And I dare a mother fucker to come in my face
I got somethin' chrome (I got somethin' Chrome)
And I got it from home (I got it from home)
And it ain't a microphone (Ain't it a mic!)
And I dare a mother fucker to come in my face
It's so real
How I Feel
'Cause this society
That makes a nigga wanna kill
I'm just straight ill
Ridin' my motorcycle down the streets
While politicians is soundin' like strippers to me
They sayin' but I don't hear it..

[Chorus]
Oooh baby you want me?
Oooh baby you want me?
Oooh baby you want me?
Well you can get this lap dance here for free
Now you can get this lap dance here for free
Now you can get this lap dance here for free
Oooh baby you want me?
Now you can get this lap dance here for free

Verse Two: Chad

It's a raw night (It's a raw night)
Who wants to brawl fight? (Who wants to brawl fight?)
Well come on alright (Yo come on)
And I dare a mother fucker to come in my face
Baseball bats (Baseball bats)
I got somethin' fo' that ( I got somethin' fo' that)
It goes bleck keck keck (You know what that is)
So I dare a mother fucker to come in my face
It's so real
How I Feel
'Cause this society
That makes a nigga wanna kill
I'm just straight ill
Ridin' my motorcycle down the streets
While the government is soundin' like strippers to me
They keep sayin' but I don't wanna hear it

[Chorus]

Verse Three: Pharell

When you think of Hardy
Think of a Harley
Blue and spikes wrists and gone be
Lactupse and tattoos that's all me
Two blonds, vodkas, feelin' like boncee
You can find me drunk whippin and miclash
Or find me chillin with krackers
Who like trash
Find me in court smokin' that nice grass
Burnin' the flag
All in the name of white trash
It's Harley baby
Quice on the arm
I'm lawly baby
Fuck me on the Harley baby
And you know the flow unguardly baby
So lets party baby
Chicks stick make me part
They get high of my dick
I take 'em to my home
They call it the cock pit
Time for take off
Their pantys they drop quick
Now that's first class fuckin'
Ain't that some fly shit?

[Chorus]


Posted on Mar 20, 2001, 1:45 PM

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Ain't No Sunshine

by DMX

Artist: DMX
Album: Exit Wounds soundtrack
Song: (Ain't) No Sunshine
Typed by: ruffryda088@hotmail.com
sent by: rassfan

It's dark and hell is hot

Ain't no sunshine when it's on
Only darkness every day
Ain't no sunshine when it's on
Cuz when its on, ya niggaz gonna be gone
Every time cuz we don't play

"Who turned out the lights?"
Is what niggaz be sayin'
Now you don't wanna fight
But ya niggaz be playin'
Thinkin' its alright keep playin with that road
And you gonna know the night
When you layin in that cold
Dirt gettin' tossed in your grave
Now it's all over
Preacher said "You was brave"
But now it's all over
You just one of the many, plenty I done gave it to
(*boom*) Ain't no savin 'you
No matter how many tears your moms' cried
Ain't gon bring your ass back
Plus in hell, you gon fry
Why? But now the only 2 releative questions
Is "Do we bury him or burn? Any suggestions?"
Either way, you up out of here for good
Now when niggaz mention you name
They knockin' on wood
Did I, get my, point across?
Another body on the shotte
Another joint I toss

(Chorus)
Ain't no sunshine when it's on
Only darkness every day
Ain't no sunshine when it's on
Cuz when its on, ya niggaz gonna be gone
Every time cuz we don't play (Repeat 4x)

There ain't no sunshine
When the Dark Man comes out
And I want mine
So I plan to keep my gun out
We got four 9's
So niggaz run in and run out
But I bust mine
Cuz I'd like to hear some shots
+Get At Me Dog+ niggaz know how its goin dizzy
When it comes to that flow, I gets busy
Who is he? Dark Man of the unknown
(GRRR ARF) One dog, one bone
Now who ain't goin home? Looks like you
You hear strike 1, talkin' shit, strike 2
Won't be a strike 3, cuz I don't play fair
I'ma look you in your eye
While he hit you from the rear
Be like "Yeah, holdin' you up cuz you fallin'"
The Lord ain't comin' till niggaz stop callin'
You was ballin' a minute ago
In it for dough
Till it was "Yo, I swear to God, I didnt know"

(Chorus)

And I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
Whatchu think you gon get
Fuck around with my dough
Just so it ain't no mistakes, this is my show
One (one) two (two) three (three) here I go
Your shit is quick and your shit is sleek
But this shit is thick and when you hear this shit
Damn right I can finish shit
If you caught that verse without a rewind you can see mine
But you be blind, i'll do it 360, come up from behind
Tap you on the shoulder, have you turnin' around
Hit you with somethin' that i'll have you burin' the ground
Be like "Damn ain't nothin' left of money, but a pile of ash"
Life is good, so please enjoy it, while it lasts
Cuz you know ain't got much longer to go
The quicker you go depends the stronger the flow
When niggaz know I don't give a FUCK, right or wrong
There ain't no sunshine when it's on

(Chorus)


Posted on Mar 19, 2001, 5:06 PM

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Wait a Minute (Remix)

by Ray J f/ Lil' Kim

Artist: Ray J f/ Lil' Kim
Album: Wait a Minute 12"
Song: Wait a Minute (Remix)
Typed by: dmxx67@hotmail.com
sent by rassfan@hotmail.com

[Lil' Kim]
Oh uh oh uh yea
I dont think yall ready for this one
The Queen Bee knockout collabo'
And if ya don't know, now ya know

[Ray J]
I been workin all day (and now it's on)
Pull up and don't pay (when the line is long)
Girls in the club (you wanna fuck)
Ice grillin these thugs (I wanna thong)
Is it cause I'ma shine (major ice)
I'm talkin about blind ya (like Vegas lights)
Never on the scene (without my team)
Cali sticky green (know what I mean)
It's on and poppin
The DJ's rockin
Chickens is watchin
It's on tonight
You had a long day yo
Buy the champ by the caseload
Pockets full of pesos
It's on tonight oh

[Chorus]
Wait a minute (oh wait a minute)
Oh wait a minute (oh wait a minute hey hey hey)
Girl wait a minute
Oh wait a minute (oh wait a minute)
Oh wait a minute (oh wait a minute hey hey hey)
Yo you know the words say it (wait a minute)

[Ray J]
I been workin all day (and now it's on)
Pull up and don't pay (when the line is long)
Girls in the club (you wanna fuck)
Ice grillin these thugs (I wanna thong)
Is it cause I'ma shine (major ice)
I'm talkin about blind ya (like Vegas lights)
Never on the scene (without my team)
Cali sticky green (know what I mean)
So much you go through
Only problems know you
Let's party like we supposed to
It's on tonight
There's not a righter way
You've had a tired day
Let's party the night away
It's on tonight

[Chorus]
Wait a minute (oh wait a minute)
Oh wait a minute (oh wait a minute hey hey hey)
Girl wait a minute
Oh wait a minute (oh wait a minute)
Oh wait a minute (oh wait a minute hey hey hey)
Yo you know the words say it (wait a minute)

[Lil' Kim]
Blaw tadow, watch out now, uh-huh
It's the little one and I'm not Bow Wow
You got trees roll it up
You a G throw it up
Nigga slipped me his number in a note
I tore it up
Oh wait a minute they playin that shit slow it up
What you outta Cris
Fuck it Mo it up
Ya'll just rookies
Poppin on the scene
Careful how ya'll talk cuz we pop them things
Ya'll see us on the TV
Rappin and actin
Yup uh-huh look a little closer
Yea that's us Millennium Testarosa
People takin pictures
Blowin our cover
Papirotzi gonna get you one way or another
Wait a minute ain't that Brandy's little brother
Straight from the East side
And that's how I ride
Here's another one
Ray J
Tell em where you from

[Ray J]
In the land of women
Sunny days chrome spinnin
Juice and ginin
It's on tonight
And true you're another one
Representin where you from
Sex you're gettin some
It's on tonight

[Chorus]
Wait a minute (oh wait a minute)
Oh wait a minute (oh wait a minute hey hey hey)
Girl wait a minute
Oh wait a minute (oh wait a minute)
Oh wait a minute (oh wait a minute hey hey hey)
Yo you know the words say it (wait a minute)


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Oochie Wally (Radio Version)

by Nas f/ Braveheart's

Artist: Nas f/ Braveheart's
Album: QB Finest * Queensbridge: The Album
Song: Oochie Wally (recent album version)
Typed & sent by: bigdogz1@aol.com (Thanx dawg)

(*= This version with Nas in it was only released with later pressing of the QB's finest LP. The orginal version is w/o him)

[1st chorus]
oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang bang
oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang bang
oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang bang
oo-chie wally wally

[2nd Chorus]
He really really really fucked my coochie
He really really really turned me out
He really really really got to gut me
He really really made me scream and shout

[3rd Chorus]
He really taught me how to work my body
He really taught me how to do it with my mouth
He really really tried to hurt me hurt me
I really love his thug and gangsta style

[Verse One: Nas)
Yo we got chicks in the living room
Getting it on and they leaving till 6 in the morning
Always for oochie
Oh you ain't knowHow many hoes in the bankroll
Sort of like like the game show
Who wants to be a millionaire But my name ain't Regis Nas the one they call
When they want there thing beat up
Honeys' with bodies
With Bravehearts guns in the party
Waves, braids, and boldly,Trademarks to army
Is that Horse it must beI heard he husky
Yeah, there go jungle eyes red
Looking for trouble
And that's Nas dancing with dimes
But who's his manage
The imperial thug
Is cold deep grand wiz We taking honeys' to the crib tonite
Grantee we going up in there rib tonite
Check the new slang
It's changed the brave
heart gang bang
When you see me pass
Holla oochie bang bang
Verse 2:
Yeah what up ma,
take a look, you hypnotized
on how my long dick stretch your insides
for real ma, with your thick lips and thick thighs
stoke both holes, pass it to Nas
or pass it to Naish, or pass it to Jung
or pass it to Horse, then that ass gettin tossed
fuck a hustler book, penthouse or blacktale
i got bitches sendin my niggas flicks in jail
i fuck a bitch face more than her waist for real
and aint no pussy like new pussy thats how a nigga feel
bust three times throw her the peace sign
she sleep then my dick sleek and I aint gotta call her for weeks
Long leg hoes, mo'head hoes, married bitches
Me and my dog - fuckin them both they got us switchin
Is the nigga gangsta? Yeah, that's how I'm livin
That's how I'm playin - I got these freak fuckin hoes singin

[1st Chorus][2nd Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Little young thing go around my dick with your tongue ring
Deep throat my nine inch, gut from the front and
grind from the side and, fuck from behind and
Grab her hair slap her ass, she screamin like she dyin
Make her come four times without even tryin
I'll beat that pussy up there's no denyin
Hit her where she doodie at, make that booty fat
Little cutie rat, walking by with the doobie wrap
Tight blue jeans, air max
Small gucci bag
No loot and no job
Stay home giving blow jobs
Like no prob, it's simple
Holla out the window it's the project nympho
Fuck my whole crew, you know how we do
you got that good pussy I can share with my peoples
Be a brave girl, do your thang
Let them tities hang, I'll have all the bitches sayin

[1st chorus][2nd chorus]

[Verse 4]
When it comes to sex I'm similar to the thriller in manilla
Bitches call me Horse the pussy filler
I'll fuck a big boned or slim chick
Beat that pussy up real quick then send home the bitch
Aint no sleepin in my bedroom
When henny's in my dick
When Flex drop the bomb i bust a nut on this bitch
Deep throat, ceaser gold or pun wicked hoes
Who like the way i thug and the way i flow
I like head in the Benz, the four door or the Coupe
Head in the staircase, the cellar or the roof
Head in the studio, the bathroom or the booth
Head from a project chick or one with crazy loot
Like Nia Lomg in a cherry thong with the lights on
Sippin Perignon with Kelly Price on
I pull out my python, I hit it while my wife's gone
Long dick the bitch all night, I'll make her pussy sing the song

[4th chorus]
oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang bang
oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang bang
oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang bang
oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang bang
oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang bang
oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang bang
oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang bang
oo-chie wally wally



    
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Superwoman (Remix)

by Lil' Mo f/ Fabolous

Artist: Lil' Mo f/ Fabolous
Album: Superwoman (CD single)
Song: Superwoman (Remix)
Typed & used with the permission of: Ghettofabulous98@hotmail.com

[Fabolous]
I guess I ain't got no reason to mingle 'round
I found a superwoman
That can leap from the truck in a single bound
Mami I'm tryna bling you down
So niggas without shades on
Can't stare when I bring you 'round
She put her lips on the weed
And pull it to work her tongue
And make me cum faster than a speeding bullet
Her love's stronger than a locomotive
But only for the F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S
Sing to me ma

1 - Baby they can't play you
Cause I'll save you with my superpowers
Boy I'm only human
But I'll be your superwoman

They don't make any girls like me, no, no
Take a girl like to me to get
A guy like you to understand how girls ain't the same
I'm not your average chick
Cause they can't do it like this
I've been sent to save your day
And things won't be the same

Repeat 1

Uh, boy I told you once before
You ain't gotta look up in the sky
Cause the girl you need is right before your eyes
Yes I'm sick of all these broads
Ain't got nothing to stand for
Cause with me you won't fall off, no baby oh

Repeat 1

Everyday, everyday
I'll love you in a special way
Chickenheads they can't stay
Now that I'm here, I'm here, I'm here

[Fabolous]
Uh yo this superwoman might have saved my day
Them skeeos I might have gave some play
Now I wouldn't even wave that way
I understand why them other chicks behave that way
They see the icey S on your chest engraved in gray
Be whipped I might
Cause usually with my chips I'm tight
But only green I keep from you, is kryptonite
The way that blue and red suit fits your hips so right
I be like duh-duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh-duh-duh DAMN
It's like I'm under your spell
If feelin' you is a crime
They gon have to put me under the jail
You probably hear the details that I be in everything
From leers to CL's to my share of females
But you know I care for you
And anytime this nigga's there for you
This feelings I only share for you
This makes it a little more clear for you that...

Repeat 1


Posted on Mar 18, 2001, 1:12 PM

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Until the End of Time

by 2Pac f/ RL (of Next)

Artist: 2Pac f/ RL (of Next)
Album: Until the End of Time
Song: Until the End of Time
Typed by: ja_rule@lowrider.com
sent by: rassfan@hotmail.com


[2Pac]
Perhaps I was addicted to tha dark side
Some where inside my childhood witnessed my heart die
And even though we both came from the same places
The money and the fame made us all change places
How could it be through the misery
That can't get past the hard times
Made a true friend afraid to ask, for currency
But you could run to me when you need me, I'll never leave
I just needed someone to believe in, as you can see
It's a small thang through and true
What could I do? Real homies help ya get through,
And coming new, he'd do tha same thang if he could
Cuz in the hood true homies make you feel good
And happy times we be acting up call tha cops
Bringing the cease to tha peace that was on my block
It never stop, when my mama ask me will I change
I tell her yeah, but it's clear I'll always be tha same
Until the end of time

[Chorus: RL]
So take, these broken wings
Use your hands to come and heal me once again
(Until the end of time)
So I can fly away, until the end of time
Until the end of time
Until the end of time

[2Pac]
Please Lord forgive me for my life of sin
My hard stare seem to scare all my sister's kids
So you know I don't hang around tha house much
Diss all night money making got me outta touch, shit
Ain't flashed a smile in a long while
An unexpected birth worst of the ghetto childs
My attitude got me walking solo
Ride out alone in my low-low
Watching the whole world move in slow-mo
For quiet times disappear to the ocean
Smoking Ports think my thoughts
Then it's back to coasting
Who can I trust in this cold world
My phony homey had a baby by my own girl
But I ain't trippin I'm a player
I ain't sweating him
I sex his sister, had her mo' good like a Mexican
His next of kin
No remorse it was meant to happen
Besides rapping the only thing I did good was scrapping
Until the end of time

[Chorus x2]

[2Pac]
Now who's to say if I was right or wrong?
To live my life as an outlaw all along
Remain strong in this planet full of playa haters
They conversate but Death Row full of demonstrators
And in tha end drinking henessy made all my enemies envy me
So cold when I flow eliminating easily
Falls to they knees, they plead for they right to breath
While beggin me to keep the peace (haha)
Well I can see close into achieve
In times of danger don't freeze time to be a g
Follow my lead I supply everything you need
An ounce of game and the trainin to make a g
Remember me, as an outcast outlaw
Another album out that's what I'm about, more
Gettin raw till the day I see my casket
Buried as a g while tha whole world remembers me
Until the end of time

[Chorus]


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What If I Was White

by Sticky Fingaz f/ Eminem

Artist: Sticky Fingaz f/ Eminem
Album: Down to Earth soundtrack// & Black Track...
Song: What If I Was White
Typed by: el8o5kid@yahoo.com *
sent by rassfan

* send corrections to the typist

[Eminem]
Yo I got an idea
Let me go grab Sticky right quick

**sounds of steps**

Hey yo Stick, Stick

[Sticky]
Yo Slim Shady
Yo I just had like a nightmah..
Wait it wasn't like a nightmare
It was like a good dreah..
Well it wasn't a good.. (What was it?)
Hey yo I just had a crazy dream man (What?)
Yo, yo I dreamed I was white! (Ohhh)

Chorus: Eminem

If he was white
What if he was white?
What if he was white?
What - If - He - Was - White?
What if he was white?
What if he was
white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white?

Verse One: Sticky Fingaz

Yo, yo
What if I was white, skin the same color as Cocaine
Blond hair, blue eyes
The whole shibang
I know one thing
Police wouldn't always be watching me
Pull me over for nothing, constantly jockin me
(Can I get your autograph?)
Yellow cabs in the cities that stop for me
I wouldn't need caladeral to buy property
If I was white
Wouldn't matter if I was rich or poor
SECURITY wouldn't follow me around the store
Like I'd steal something (Maybe he might of stole something)
Because I'm black I rob
And automatically assume I ain't got no job
On my own land I feel like an immigrant
If I was white
I wouldn't thought O.J. was innocent (He did it)

Chorus: Eminem

If I was white
What if he was white?
What if he was white? (Yo think about that)
What if he was white, white, white, white, he was white (for a minute)
What if he was white?
What if he was (What if he was white?)
white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white? (What if he was white?)

What if he was white?
What if he was white?
What - If - He - Was - White?
What if you were white? (what if he was white?)
What if he was
white, white, white, white, white,(STICKyyyy what if you were white?) white, white,
white, white, white?

Verse Two: Sticky Fingaz

If I was white
It would be a different world for me
If I was white (ummmmmmmm?)
What shade would I be?
Would I be Redneck or Skinhead, prepi or high class?
YOU PROBABLY LIVE IN A TRAILERPARK AND BE WHITE TRASH!
In any case that be L-Slim right? (Yep)
But there's a good and bad out of being white
You can't say the N word without starting a fight
(What's UP MY BROTHER?)
True dance it'll be, I had two left feet
Even if I was white
Plaque still have a ghetto shit(How you doing?)
Is it a minfo
Or do I really have a little d-ck (Nah, it's true!)
If I was white
I would probably listen to hardcore rock
and covered my ears when ever I heard Hip Hop (Ahhhhhhhhhhhh)

Chorus: Eminem

If he was white
What if he was white?
What if he was white? (What if he was white?)
What if he was white, white, white, white, he was white
What if he was white?
What if he was
white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white? (What if he was white?)

What if he was white?
What if he was white?
What if he was white, white, white, white, he was white(ummmmmmmm?)
What if he was white? (What if you were white?)
What if he was
white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white? (What if he was white?)

Verse Three: Sticky Fingaz

Yo,yo,yo, if I was white
I probably wouldn't even think the same
I watched Tennis and golf and bet on Hockey games (Red Wings Man)
Wear suit and ties and go to work everyday
If I was white
I couldn't live around my way
In it probably wouldn't never even been an Onyx shit
I be serice sippin vadka and tonixs
Smokin on them all on a marboral
instead of a nueport
I live in Long Island
Instead of New York
If I was white
I probably couldn't dunk
Cuz everybody knows white man can't jump (Nope!)
And probably wouldn't be able to go to the trees spots
Cuz all the niggas trend think I was a cop

Chorus: Eminem

If he was white
What if he was white?
What if he was white?
What - If - He - Was - White?(Yo you can't say that)
What if he was white
What if he was
white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white?

What if you were white?
What if he was white?
What - If - He - Was - White?
What if he was white?
What if he was
white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white?
If he was white?
What if he was white?
What if he was white
(What would you do if you were white?)
What - If - He - Was - White?
(What if you were white?)
white, white, white, white, white, white,
(What if you were white!!!!)
white, white, white, white?
What if he was white?
What if he was white?
white, white, white, white, white?
What if he was white
white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white?

[Eminem]
Yo, what if I was White? uhh..




    
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Posted on Mar 16, 2001, 12:44 PM

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Buck Bounce

by Eightball & MJG f/ DJ Quik

Artist: Eightball & MJG f/ DJ Quik
Album: Space Age 4 Eva
Song: Buck Bounce
Typed by: flossyicedhotboy2002@hotmail.com
sent by: Lionthemad@theglobe.com (thanx dawg)

(Eightball)
Whats the deal
Whats up with a nigga, Eightball up in dis here
Fa real
Historic hits, nigga like Ali's fist
Rock the world
Get freaked by a different bunch hot little girls
Speed it up, and let a real niggas see what ya got lil' girl
Got lil' doe, got something to blow
You wanna get like that, gimme head in the Benz
I love a chick that suck dick like that
Dirty, Southern gritty
Bouncin' through yo' city
2000 Rocketship sittin' on some chrome 20's
Choppin', collar poppin', platinum droppin'
Space Age 4 Eva means that we will not be stoppin' (Yea Yea)
Eightball, MJG, DJ Quik collaboration across the nation
Hittin' licks, shawty me and my niggas so official with it
Poetic pimpin', ain't no playin' when we step up in it
Like this, go all out nigga don't be scared to bust
Futuristic, what you need to do is catch up with us

(Chorus 2X: Eightball)
Bounce, Bounce
Man get up on you feet and help me get it
Crunk, Crunk
Everybody up in here let me see ya
Bounce, Bounce
If a nigga trippin we gone make them heaters
Buck, Buck
Dime pieces let me see you make that ass

(MJG)
I'm a killer with the mic
Before I get buck with the gun
1-9-7-2 was the birth
Tell a nigga was the worst
You can't fuck with the one
Nigga take ya foot out ya mouth
Get ya ass off the couch
MJG bringin the heat when Quik droppin' this beat
I know that ya'll can rap, but I'ma rock this beat
Breakin 'em off with dope seeds
The nigga with the most of dis
Coast to coast to hit
Roll the shit, Broke the shit
Kept somkin'
Then put it down on tape again
I got a fifth of Hen
Fifth of Gin
A fifth for now
And a fifth for then
Take it ???
Take it down shot for shot
You ain't got Coniyak its not the spine
I got a stack of hoes
Matter a fact a nigga smackin' hoes
Straight up mack them hoes
If you a platinum hoe, You gotta keep workin' the bitch
Don't stop and relax them hoes
A lot of niggas be claimin' to pimp
And a whole lot of pimpin' what a nigga be talkin' about
But when a bitch tell a nigga to spend some money
The mothafuckas still be walkin 'em out
Takin 'em home, givin 'em cheese, beggin 'em please
Talkin' about he'll take my ki's, big trick
See I was born to pimp for this shit
MJG equipped for this shit
Ain't no niggas in here found time
Fake ass niggas is scared of my rhyme
Pimp tight, break a bitch quick
Futuristic niggas take shit

(Chorus 2x)

(DJ Quik)
P-I-M-P unified
MJG and Q gone try
See me gettin' down with Ball in the ??? with a palm full of smoke
Rappin' niggas ain't no joke
So me to the front of the boards
With an MP and piano chords
Gettin' back to my evil ways
Lick him 3 times, he gone pay
Sidetrack, forgot your point
It's a 10 to 4 bet that you ain't gonna forget that
Get your peeps up off my cheese
Put your money in the pot, go squeeze
See the bright red dice just die
Shoot a whole meal, I might just try
18 thou with the jewelery on the floor
When I hit a lick don't flex no more
Gamblin', scramblin' tryin' to get up out the hood
Nothin' but scavengers and the bettin' ain't good
Show me where it's sunny at, where it's funny at
Hoes with the polished toes, I'm a money cat
Tip toe blow walkin' on a rift raft
Put that shit back in ya pocket I don't sniff that
I'm lookin for the bud, and the brew
and some X with a broad with some thug in her jewels
(Got Sex) 6 uniforms all on my back
I was gone chill to, they didn't peep that
Had to be something else to make them irate
Give a nigga a minute let me clean the slate
No, I ain't have sex with ya wife
No, I ain't make threats on ya life
Bitch, help me get my mind off this shit with an ounce
I don't wanna see, I wanna feel you

(Chorus 2x)


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I Can Tell

by 504 Boyz

Artist: 504 Boyz f/ Jamo, Mac, Mercedes
Album: Goodfellas
Song: I Can Tell
Typed by: FlyBriBri401@aol.com
sent by: Lionthemad@theglobe.com

(Jamo)
You ain't gotta say too much
From the look in your eyes
I can tell you want to fuck

(Mercedes)
And you ain't gotta call me ya boo
Just as bad as you wanna fuck
I wanna fuck too

(Jamo)
No, No, No you ain't gotta say to much
From the look in your eyes
I can tell you wanna fuck

(Mercedes)
And you ain't gotta call me ya boo
Just as bad as you wanna fuck
I wanna fuck too

(Mac)
Now you ain't gotta say much cuz I was peepin you
Lookin at yo hips got me thinkin bout how deep
In you um tryin to go
You heard about No Limit Soldiers?
We get up in it and hit it harder then De La Hoya
I thought I told you soldier draws
Cover my balls, Um known for rippin the pussy walls
I heard you got that kill
I can see all in yo grill
Can you ride me like a black Mercedes?
And make me do that shit I never did with other ladies?
I got a woman so i'm not lookin for love
I just wanna fit yo glove
Get a couple of uh-uh's
Shove it in your mouth just like a thug
And uh, hit me on my pager if you want it
Its soldier passion
So get up on it if you want it WHOA-WHOA!!!!

(Beginning of Chorus)-(Jamo)
You ain't gotta say too much
From the look in your eyes
I can tell you wanna fuck

(Mercedes)
And you ain't gotta call me ya boo
Just as bad as you wanna fuck
I wanna fuck too

(Jamo)
No, No, No you ain't gotta say too much
From the look in your eyes
I can tell you wanna fuck

(End of Chorus-Mercedes)
And you ain't gotta call me ya boo
Just as bad as you wanna fuck
I wanna fuck too

(Mercedes)
Put me on the counter in the kitchen
Now baby pour my body with some ice cream
Lick me from head to toe
Bending me over
69'll be the next thing
I wanna taste your body all night long
From sun up to sun down I wanna make you moan

(Beginning of Chorus-Jamo)
You ain't gotta say too much
From the look in your eyes
I can tell you wanna fuck

(Mercedes)
And you ain't gotta call me ya boo
Just as bad as you wanna fuck
I wanna fuck too

(Jamo)
No, No, No you ain't gotta say too much
From the look in your eyes
I can tell you wanna fuck

(End of Chorus-Mercedes)
And you ain't gotta call me ya boo
Just as bad as you wanna fuck
I wanna fuck too

(Jamo)
Can I light a candle?
And kiss you in the places light won't show
I'll take my time and do it slow
I'll do my own exercises
Right between your thighs
It's so very pleasural, I'll go places he won't go
Lets keep it on the low-low
So he won't know
Now lets take it to the floor

(Beginning of Chorus-Jamo)
You ain't gotta say too much
From the look in your eyes
I can tell you wanna fuck

(Mercedes)
And you ain't gotta call me ya boo
Just as bad as you wanna fuck
I wanna fuck too

(Jamo)
No, No, No you ain't gotta say too much
From the look in your eyes
I can tell you wanna fuck

(End of Chorus-Mercedes)
And you ain't gotta call me ya boo
Just as bad as you wanna fuck
I wanna fuck too


Posted on Mar 15, 2001, 11:06 AM

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Hit Da Floor

by Dirty

Artist: Dirty
Album: The Pimp & Da Gangsta
Song: Hit Da Floor
Typed by: dyrrt@yahoo.com
sent by: rassfan@hotmail.com

[Big Pimp]
I know that y'all feel me now
Since we dropped that Versatile
Know y'all ain't seen my clique in a while
We in the hood coming up with killing style
Everybody talk cause we home now
Look at here boy, you'd better gone now
It used to be black but it's chrome now
If it's cocked back then it's gone fly
Put it on boss, so I won't lie
I used to be young but I'm grown now
Hit a few licks, so we known now
Kicked a little south, so it's on now
Do what you gotta when you broke man
If you get a verse, get the whole thang
How we get here, see we drove man
Rollin in a 'Lac on them chrome thangs, whoa man
We leavin 'em blowed, we leavin 'em throwed
We rollin' for sho'
We got the wood smellin like cinnamon
Gigolo, pimp, got 'em a pro
I'm hitting them blowed
I'm dropping straight game just to put them in
Could've been
The cheapest pimp that you ever seen before
I know you love it when I ride D's and vogues
I know the junkie love it when I cook keys and o's
I'm a freak so you know I stay pleasing woes
I love wood so you know I keep Optimos
We had to Gump locked when we dropped “On Them Vogues”
And the south don't stop till my head explode
Gotta keep it cold till my pockets swolle
So if you don't know you'd better ask her though
Big pimp quick to kick down your door
I'ma say it again, like I said it before

Chorus (4X)
When them Dirty Boys drop
Better hit the floe [Hit the floe (3X)]
Here we is boy, here we is boy

[Mr. G Stacka]
OK now
Now who be dropping them bombs
They keeping you crunk by making you jump
Off of every word that I spit out
You know them boys from the slum
They carry big pumps and ready to bomb
Off everything that's in our way now
Packing the heat, you stacking the cheese
Ready to freak, each and every one of you woes
Who running the Gump, man y'all already know
Them Dirty Boys, they got a style so cold
Continue to blow that killa smoke through my nose
Emptying clips and busting holes through our foes
Who that out there that's trying to steal our flow
After this time, I bet you won't no more
We left for a while, but now we back on your block
Locking it down because we opened up shop
You open your mouth and boy you bound to get popped
We licking up shots because we leaving them cocked
And every thug that I run with G's
Smoked out keeping freak tricks on they knees
Gotta sack of green wood so we called it trees
Plus a thing of Thunderbird that's swerving me
Now what y'all know bout Mr. G
Much love to them thugs that run the streets
Crack sells, fat mail, while them junkies geek
Pop slugs, draw blood, make them fakers flea
I know a lot of y'all out there envy me
That's all right, we knock em off easily
Seems to be that you would be more concerned
With making your own
Plus a little skeeting up stone
But let it alone
Cause it ain't nothing you can do
Dirty Boys coming back and we bringing the true
And the rest of y'all know when you showed the show
Deuce, triple O, we make em hit the floe

Chorus

[Big Pimp]
Now what y'all think we been doing brah
Sittin at home
Eatin snacks, getting fat
We been in the studio making tracks
But y'all boys wouldn't know nothing bout that
You too busy running off at your mouth
Hollerin about, we fell out
You need to worry bout y'all own damn house
While you're always trying to worry bout ours
Saying “Where the Pimp, where the G
I know they ain't fell of the M-A-P
Is it gonna be y'all last cd”
Look at here boy, stop asking me
That's the same old thing you asked last week
You talk too much if you ask me
I'm glad I ain't tell you that I lived with G
I'm glad I ain't tell you that I flipped the keys
Let me ask you a question
You remember my 'Lac
The green one that I had with my name in the back
Why you won't tell me
Hell who stole that
You pulling everything else out your hat
See most of y'all started rapping yesterday
See me and G been rapping since the 3rd grade
And I don't give a damn what none of y'all say
We bout the only group that deserve to get paid
So roll em up, sack em up, pack em up, and move em out
Them Dirty Boys coming back through this town
And we won't stop till we shut it down
So if you didn't know you'd better ask her though
Pimp and G quick to kick down your door
I'ma say it again like I said it before
When them Dirty boys drop (When them Dirty Boys drop)
Better hit the floe

Chorus




    
This message has been edited by tidepoetry on Mar 19, 2001 5:04 PM

Posted on Mar 14, 2001, 11:26 AM

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Get Crunked Up (Remix)

by Iconz f/ Lil' Kim

Artist: Iconz f/ Lil' Kim
Album: Street Money
Song: Get Fucked Up (Remix) *unedited version**
Typed by: chris.wilcock@btinternet.com

[Lil' Kim]
Committee 2000 baby
Iconz, Queen Bee, The Remix (DJ Creole)
C'mon

(Chorus)
[Iconz]{Lil' Kim}
If you smoke weed now {uh}
In this bitch hit you all wanna clown {uh huh}
Got a drink that you cant put down {uh, uh!}
When a fight, will the shit go down
Get fucked up, (get fucked up)
Get fucked up, (get fucked up)
Get fucked up, (get fucked up)
Get fucked up, (get fucked up)

When see ?stable? cloudy scenary
I'm high off greenery
It could be in a VIP sippin' Hennessey
With the trick rollin' exstacy
Y'all know how these Iconz roll, Iconz flow
Drop the system, stay hot like whoa
We sure y'all know how we puttin' it down
Iconz in the house I'mma shut shit down!

Yeah, shut the shit down
Time to switch now
Crys in the glass to sip now
X5, superstar, the Icon mamma
Stepped out, tanked out and let's dada
That's when I come with, run with
Iconz clique, fly bomb shit
For all my girls who be shakin' they ass
Spendin' the cash, y'all keep sippin' on now, wha (hey)

(Chorus)
[Iconz]{Lil' Kim}
If you smoke weed now {uh}
In this bitch hit you all wanna clown {uh, uh}
Got a drink that you cant put down {uh huh}
When a fight, will the shit go down {uh, uh, the REMIX}
Get fucked up, (bitches get fucked up)
Get fucked up, (niggas get fucked up)
Get fucked up, (c'mon get fucked up)
Get fucked up, (everybody get fucked up)

[Lil' Kim]
Everybody talk fly, but ain't go no plane
See me at the front row at the Knick's game
Fuck smoking blunts, I take bones to the brain
BLOAW! Nig, I got a good-ass aim
Nobody get rich without me, now or never
Whatever, you niggas need to get it together
Icon, Queen Bee, so respect the game
This shit right here made off the chain
I'm just a fly girl
Always rocking thongs with the see-through stockings
Gators with the Lizzies
Burners for the dead beats
WHA?! Mafia, yeah we comin for all, comin for y'all
That's right, I got something for y'all
What you drinkin'? Me? I'm drunk off Bacardi
Oh shit, let's crunk up the party
From New York on the way to Miami
Everybody get fucked up, break it down now, BLOAW!

(Chorus)
[Iconz]
If you smoke weed now (come on)
In this bitch hit you all wanna clown
Got a drink that you cant put down
When a fight, will the shit go down
Get fucked up, (get fucked up, niggas)
Get fucked up, (get fucked up, niggas)
Get fucked up, (get fucked up)
Get fucked up, (get fucked up)

Iconz, Queen Bitch, South dawg to dawn
South Dade to Brook-lawn
Pop ya Crys and Don
I'm higher gone
With sexy hoes flexin' thong
Got five pounds of jewels round my neck and arm (huh!)
Whole clique dime and dub
You have the time
Y2K, your time is up
You prolly, find your sluts spendin' time with us
In the hotel sippin little ?Grineda?

Yeah, yeah, thugs in the MI
Thugs, real dub, big ballin' in the MI
Ladies shakin' their money, makin' more doe
Iconz, the regulator
We made number on the first drop, playa

(Come on!) We get you fucked up baby
We make you smilin' baby
New ? Iconz we made it
Right clique got this whole world shakin' (yeah! yeah!)

If you smoke weed now
In this bitch hit you all wanna clown
Got a drink that you cant put down
When a fight, will the shit go down
Get fucked up, (get fucked up, niggas)
Get fucked up, (get fucked up, niggas)
Get fucked up, (get fucked up)
Get fucked up, (get fucked up)
Get fucked up, (bitches get fucked up)
Get fucked up, (niggas get fucked up)
Get fucked up, (c'mon get fucked up)
Get fucked up, (everybody get fucked up)

Yeah, Iconz
? Remix
DJ Creole, Big Willie
We gon' get fucked up
West Coast (fucked up)
East Coast (fucked up)
Down South (fucked up)
Worldwide (fucked up)
Queen Bee (fucked up)
The Committee (fucked up)
Come on now (fucked up)
Get up now (fucked up)


Posted on Mar 13, 2001, 2:11 PM

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Gangsta B-

by Eve f/ Da Brat, Trina

Artist: Eve f/ Da Brat, Trina
Album: Scorpion
Song: Gangsta Bitches
Typed by: obi1one@hotmail.com
sent by: rassfan@hotmail.com

[Da Brat]
get yo' ass asthma with all that coughing, yeah [COUGH]
Eve where you at? Ayo Trina where you at? [laughing]
Ayo Brat
Picture this, Eve walking down the street with two gats by her side
The one on her right Trina, the one on her left I
In a high holster, studded in rhinestone
Ready to cock back, we bust and your mind blown
Just like that, braggadocious cuz I'm the dopesest Brat
Most of these niggas focus on the ass that's fat
And I'm just so ferocious to the rhythm of a high hat
Why ask why? Cuz how, whenever I do it I buy what I wanna buy
Do what the fuck I wanna do til I die
Shinin on everybody for the world to see
My timin is always perfect, endlessly
I deserve to swerve a little and splurge alot
With the nerve I got, wearin these blindin rocks
Got Chicago, Miami, and Philly
A collabo, of three of the illest bitches, really

CHORUS: Eve
Gangsta bitch, gangsta ice, gangsta whip
Gangsta clothes, gangsta money, gangsta shows
Gangsta purse, gangsta shoes, gangsta verse
We the bitches that the gangstas thirst
Gangsta song, gangsta brawn, gangsta thong
Huh, we the bitches that the gangstas on
Gangsta bottle, gangsta trees
Gangsta Brat, gangsta Trina, and gangsta Eve

[Trina]
Uh, uh, uh
Miss Purina, Trina the M-I-A bitch
Them I play wit, eenie meenie meiny mo
Pickin basically the richest nigga, for the baddest bitch
Me, Eve, and Brat, it's banannas shit
We aint havin this, I steps on toes
In a pair of hot shorts and eight inch stelletoes
Iced out, drippin in Channell
Prada, Gucci, and all that
I make 'em fall back
Hair done, fresh metti and peticure, bikini wax
Gotta keep the cat smooth so when my nigga ask for the pussy
It's good and wet
After just one fuck, you won't forget
I'm made up in the tropics gettin sunburned
Bare ass out with the diamond thong on
Nigga you thought you got yo' freak on in Japan
But I was gettin my creep on with yo' man
Cuz I'm a hot bitch...

[Mo'Nique]
Official Ryde or Die bitches, believe that

CHORUS

[Eve]
Uh, yo
When three raw bitches get together it's off the chain
Thought you found a spot to fill, you lost the game
Boss bitches stallion, scream they name
Hate us cuz our life right, eatin from the game
Only fuck with the realest, don't associate with lames
How the fuck can't you feel us? Three of the illest dames
S-C-X-Y, Trina, Brat, and oooh I
Bombshell, other bitches is true lies
I'ma keep it simple, rock how I'm meant to
Pretty with the heels on, or shitty with the Tim boots
Do it how I wanna do it, question my mind
You gon' understand from the rest of my lines
Bitch please, you might as well be on freeze, when it's Eve
You aint really tryin to fuck the game up, you just a tease
You don't want it when I really get buck, you wanted peace
Have you hidin in a hole when my album got released

CHORUS 2X


Posted on Mar 12, 2001, 8:56 PM

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Get Up

by Cocoa Brovaz

Artist: Cocoa Brovaz
Album: Lyricist Lounge * Volume 2
Song: Get Up
Typed by: badde@mail.com
sent by: rassfan@hotmail.com

Yeah, yeah, yeah
This for my niggas worldwide
in the parks
in the yard
in the bar
Ya knawmean
(Yeah yeah) This shit over the top (Where NY at?)

[Hook] some lines will be added and withdrawn through the song

Check the steel on the track make ya (Get up)
Big guns cocked back make ya (Get up)
Bob Marley spliff back'll make ya (Get up)
Big 6 on 20 inch make ya (Get up)
(Come on)

[Verse 1]
Jam session in the park
Smith-N-Wessun start
Charge when the session spark
Brooklyn test ya heart
New York City, Bucktown Commity
Stay busy, break big bricks and stay gritty

[Verse 2]
We stay sick
How I sweat shit
I'm 12 cylinder, you in a V6
Don't hate shit
Congradulate bitch
Get ya weight and count up
Fuck your weight dick

[Verse 3]
You wanna take this
Then take six (buck)
Hot shots leave you faceless or wasted
Learn the basics
We make you famous
Make the papers
Make you find your faces when you play this

[Verse 4]
I don't know why you comin' trough school-faced-up
Blue-faced-up
Frontin' like a dog ya mut
Get touched up slap
Thinkin that you teflon proof
Smack the po tryna get away and rap the proof

[Hook]
add lines
When BK in the spot ya know ya gotta (Get up)
When my new shit drop watch ya all (Get up)
Every time we in ya hood watcha (Get up)
Let a half a clip loose at ya watcha (Get up)

[Verse 5]
Y'all dudes keep rhymin', freestylin' for health
Like Nike I just do it for wealth
Shoot dice in the park, stack guns on the shelf
Hate dependin' on niggas, so I get it for delf

[Verse 6]
These niggas come thru in the club
When ya get the crush, anything that go down
Gotta deal wit us
If we aint dealin' bucks
It don't appeal to us
If these ladies keep it real
The they can chill wit us
???? bread bill wit us
What will we discuss? Bills by the break truck
All rocks taped up

[Verse 7]
I got a staff of staffs
Airs chipped to pups
Instead of attackin' the nuts when I yell clip up
I got gunners and runners in the hood I stay
‘Til this day, never saw you where I lay
Fuck the smoke, must want yo life to close
Get found buckwheated on a darkened road

[Both]
I know you've been waitin'
Whisperin' and talkin'
Magazines I read ya reviews
Tryna downplay the shit my team do
I caught up on my fanmail, email, online
P & C we still shine
And I'll ride for my fam cuz I'll die for mines

[Hook]

NY (NY) Hometown (Hometown) ST (Smokin' live)
Throwin' down (What)

[Verse 8]
Niggas in the parkinglots comin' from clubs
Cleanin' out your pockets to these big faced dubs

[Verse 9]
Rep for my P & C , for my family
Niggas wanna challenge me, U know the rest
The game is supposed to be sold, not told
Just tell me the number of sells ya wanna hold
We control this , forocious
Aproach this, you can hold this
I beat niggas in the with G and guns
Might do your own thing but you still my son
This strong off chain, all four cream
Tour bigger things, better livin' for the seeds
We videotape hoes in Navigators
Cause I told these haters it'll get greater later'

[Hook]

Get Up X 10


Posted on Mar 10, 2001, 2:46 PM

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**Unreleased

by Ja Rule f/ Case

Artist: Ja Rule f/ Case
Album: not released on one
Song: Thug Life
Typed by: d_dawg123@hotmail.com

[Ja Rule]
Ja Rule, yeah
Irv Gotti, uh, huh
Big Rob, haha
It's how we do it
Yeah, it's my life

[Case]
What's the matter with your life?

[Ja]
Everything from the evils to price, from the guns to mic
I'm livin' my life runnin' through hell with no wife
It's a sin, but I tell my lost soul to win
Go to bed and die, then wake up breathin' again
Cuz I'm all in even though shit ain't right
I wake up, sweating my life every night
Tell me, is you the devil that gon' get me?
Or is God don't feel like bein' bothered with?
So hard to hit me, but this life I sacrifice
Fuck chrome lines in the dark, my daughter gon' see the light
If I die young it's cuz a nigga too high strung
Got a scary love for guns but too much weed in my lungs
Still niggaz screamin' Ja's the one
Chosen like God's only begotten son
It's my life

[Case]
Thug life, everybody needs a friend
Thug life, we all got a space to fill
Thug life, everybody wanna be on top
Life, it ain't that funky
Yes he's got that dropping
Tell me, what's the matter with your bitch?

[Ja]
Baby, I don't respect shit, with diamonds and live reckless
Pushing the six, top speed, getting my dick licked
I'm childish, one of a kind, one of my own
I'm about to take these freak hoes to levels unknown
Touch a little, later on, fuck a little
The more resist the better, I'm in it for whatever
Feel me, I don't need weed to get high
Some good head make a nigga kiss the sky
No lie, but if she ain't right, turn the lights off
Put her on her stomach and fuck her 'til ya dick soft
The rules to the streets, love
I met you kinda drunk with a light buzz
I respect it cuz niggaz ain't shit, you right
Cuz every bitch need a lil' dick in they life
I betcha

[Case]
Thug life, everybody needs a friend
Thug life, we all got a space to fill
Thug life, everybody wanna be on top
Life, it ain't that funky
Yes he's got that dropping
Tell me, what's he puttin' in your mouth?

[Ja]
Nigga, ain't nuttin' goin' in need that's trail
But how told y'all 'bout how we gettin' it now
40-inch screen nigga, rocks gleam, nigga
You a customer, and I love a fiend, nigga
Cuz just like the coke, cook up and come back
I load up the gat, tell niggaz to hold hat
Help me, what I do is a stick of genius
I study the eyes of niggaz who done seen this
Learn to lean on the mean, yeah
Coverin' my ground, paying attention to the cracks in the cement
It's on now cuz I got my vision together
What y'all thought? I was gon crawl blind forever?
It's now or never, curupt thoughts 'til I die
When you talk to me, motherfucker, please look in my eyes
See my life

[Chorus to end]


Posted on Mar 9, 2001, 12:49 PM

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**Unreleased

by Cappadonna

Artist: Cappadonna f/ Remedy
Album: Never released on one
Song: Girlfriend
Typed by: Masta10304@HotMail.Com
sent by: rassfan@hotmail.com

girls talking

Verse One: Cappadonna

Girlfriend, what you did was wrong
Baby my love is still strong
on some King Kong ding-dong
Never celebate, never souflan
poppi kin, poppi wardrobe king
Suck her G-spot, and you know she so hot
She said she love me a lot
Remedy, she told me she drop
Fuck her so hard, all outdoors
Pussy is mines and plus yours
Didn't mean to turnin em out, turnin em on
Stetched out in front the next girl house
BB dick out, Remedy, slash Cappadon'
Slash pardon me for turnin you on
Turnin you on

Chorus: Cappadonna

Girlfriend
BB conduct, BB conduct, BB conduct
Didn't mean to turn you on
BB conduct, BB conduct, BB conduct

Verse Two: Remedy

Check that yo, fuck what he thinks
You know the pussy bleeds and stinks
Buy ya tranked out, blanked out, all crazy in pink
I seen the pussy kill the best of men and take down kings
Fuck material things, fuck ya phat diamonds rings
Men do lifetime bids for this, 2 lips hit the clitoris
Inconspicous, hit with Syphilis, ridiculous
One gash, came between the man and the stash
Half his cash, sucker for love ass
Souflan, no doubt, was never in the plan
Ball-and-chain, pussywhipped man can't understand
It's like the Cappadon said
MCF means you thinkin with ya head
If you thinkin with ya dick son, ya might get sick
Cuz when it comes to the piece son, ain't shit for free
Either pay for every piece of it or start a family
Now all rise and eyes on the prize of this song
And if I did I never meant the girl to turn you on

Verse Three: Cappadonna

Sellin ya gold, sellin ya soul
You crossed out, and crossed over
Gold digga and Hilfiger, booster and strippa
Flip on a nigga too quicka
Projects, is what I deal wit
Cold-hearted chicks catch on fast
Twist they ass, take more cash, and more crack
Tishy on the block, like bitches never do that
I protect females that fuck me on the first night
Bitin my spray nozzel, see Goines
Turnin y'all ladies, off and on, popcorn
Freddy Kruger, thoughts of how I'm gon' do ya
Ya mind all screwed up, BB conduct
All of y'all girls are outta luck
Takin too long, givin ya shit up
BB conduct, BB conduct, BB conduct, BB conduct

Chorus: x4

girls talking in background of chorus


Posted on Mar 9, 2001, 12:45 PM

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No Escaping This

by The Beatnuts

Artist: The Beatnuts f/ Greg Nice
Album: Take It or Squeeze It
Song: No Escaping This *
Typed by: scott_rodkey@hotmail.com
SENT BY: RASSFAN@HOTMAIL.COM

No escaping this

[Greg Nice]
Oh, oh, oh! 2 G's mother, uh!
The Beatnuts y'all, uh!
Uh, oh! Juju, Psycho Les, uh, oh!
Turn it out oh, oh my god oh!
Oh, oh, it's the hardcore b-boy shit!
Hard to the core motherfucker, no ??? shit!

[Psycho Les]
Ayo the Nuts landed, so back it up
Pass the mic to big Psych, the manufacterer
The architect, bringing you the art of wreck
You used to hate my click, now you want a part of it
We coming with more hits that funk like Parliament
Comparing me to another's going to lead to an argument
The heat we fry you with, straight from the armory
Guerilla army, we kill tracks and harmonies
My Nut orchestra blowing fuses
Your amp can't hold this music, it's booming
I'm in my truck cruising, 97 tuned in
The latest news is the Nuts new album is ruling
Y'all vs. the Nuts, you have a big chance of losing
(There's no escaping this) Or confronting the union
So stop fooling yourself, and feel these Nuts
Cause (No one's ready to deal with us) What?

(No escaping this) (Repeat 3x)
"No one's ready to deal with us"

[Juju]
Don't be humble, it's better to pull
Belive you eligable, get left like a vegetable
Man it's crazy and there's no escape
It's turned into a police state
The average cat don't even know his fate
Walking round like he hurting something
And there's nothing that he got to say that's even worth discussing
Listen to me, it's better to be
Lying dead with honor, soldier, than to never be free
Young niggas out here losing they dads
In the battle of the son of the fags
Every other country burning the flag
Don't let history repeat itself
That's how the devil plan to keep his wealth and feed himself
I'm the New York power hitter
Hit the devil in the fucking shitter
Take his manhood and all his glitter
Got guns ready to bust
"No one's ready to deal with us"

(No escaping this) (Repeat 7x)
"No one's ready to deal with us"

"Can't get away, there's no escaping this!
Surrender now, come out with your hands in the air

[Greg Nice]
Oh, no! Turn it out oh!
Oh my God oh! Turn it out oh! (Repeat 4x)

Juju, rockin on rockin on
Psycho Les, rockin on, rockin on (Repeat 4x)

"Corona in the house" "Throw your hands up!" (Repeat 4x)


Posted on Mar 8, 2001, 12:16 PM

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Let Me Blow ya Mind

by Eve

Artist: Eve f/ Gwen Stefani
Album: Scorpion
Song: Let Me Blow ya Mind
Typed by: obi1one@hotmail.com
sent by: rassfan@hotmail.com

[Eve]
Uh, uh, uh, huh
Yo, yo
Drop your glasses, shake your asses
Face screwed up like you having hot flashes
Which one, pick one, this one, classic
Red from blonde, yeah bitch I'm drastic
Why this, why that, lips stop askin
Listen to me baby, relax and start passin
Expressway, hair back, weavin through the traffic
This one strong should be labeled as a hazard
Some of y'all niggas hot, sike I'm gassin
Clowns I spot em and I can't stop laughin
Easy come, easy go, E-V gon' be lastin
Jealousy, let it go, results could be tragic
Some of y'all aint writin well, too concerned with fashion
None of you aint gizell, cat walk and imagine
Alotta y'all Hollywood, drama, passed it
Cut bitch, camera off, real shit, blast it

CHORUS: Gwen Stefani
And if I had to give you up
It's only been a year
Now I got my foot through the door
And I aint goin nowhere
It took awhile to get me in
And I'm gonna take my time
Don't fight that good shit in your ear
Now let me blow ya mind

[Eve]
They wanna bank up, crank up
It's been a week
Shank up, haters wanna come after me
You aint a ganster, prankster, too much to eat
Snakes in my path wanna smile after me

Now while you grittin your teeth
Frustration baby you gotta breathe
Take alot more that you to get rid of me
You see I do what they can't do, I just do me
Aint no stress when it comes to stage, get what you see
Meet me in the lab, pen and pad, don't believe
Huh, sixteens mine, create my own lines
Love for my wordplay that's hard to find
Sophomore, I aint scared, one of a kind
All I do is contemplate ways to make your fans mine
Eyes bloodshot, stressin, chills up your spine
Huh, sick to your stomach wishin I wrote your lines

CHORUS

[Eve]
Let your bones crack
Your back pop, I can't stop
Excitement, glock shots from your stash box
Fuck it, thugged out, I respect the cash route
Locked down, blastin, sets while I mash out
Yeah nigga, mash out, D-R-E
Back track, think back, E-V-E
Do you like that (ooooh), you got to I know you
Had you in a trance first glance from the floor too
Don't believe I'll show you, take you with me
Turn you on, pension gone, give you relief
Put your trust in a bomb when you listen to me
Damn she much thinner now, now I'm complete, uh huh
Still stallion, brick house, pile it on
Ryde or Die, bitch, double R, can't crawl
Beware, cuz I crush anything I land on
Me here, aint no mistake nigga it was planned on

CHORUS




    
This message has been edited by tidepoetry on Mar 25, 2001 5:23 PM

Posted on Mar 7, 2001, 12:26 PM

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Jay-Z Freestyle

by DJ Clue f/ Jay-Z

Artist: DJ Clue f/ Jay-Z
Album: The Professional 2
Song: Jay-Z Freestyle
Typed by: LegondarySensay@webtv.net
sent by: rassfan@hotmail.com

Old school, new school need to know this
I burn like Left Eye Lisa Lopez
Burn slow like blunts of hydro
Jigga Man, BK shit, y'all know

Jigga Man, ya heard? the fugitive..
allow me to spit on this Clue shit,
allow me to thank the people for all of their support, and your prayers
and all the people that prejudge me, fuck you, suck my dick..

[Verse 1]
D.A. act like a nigga starvin' for Jay
if they lock me in a cage, fuck it, party away
I'm still hot, I'm still S dot ya'll
still got Millions buried in the sock drawer
still holdin' my own on the corner nigga
what can't kill me can only make me stronger nigga
and when I get back home
get your ass up out the throne
it's just goin' back to the way shit was
I'ma stay hot no matter what my shit does
I could drop a straight dud, I'ma stay up
niggas tryin' to break my will
you know that ain't my steel
I'm Destiny's Child, my fate's been sealed
You're dealin' with a higher power
I'm like Dwight Eisenhower
My life can move a thousand miles and hour
reflect me folks
As my world turns like the wheels on a bicycle spoke
It's much deeper than a soap, it's a constant drama series
All they see is money, they want me to blind the jury
All this bullshit can make the mind weary
But my theory is the sun shines clearly
(The Sun will shine clearly!)

[Verse 2]
Now everybody wanna rhyme like Hov'
'cause I rhyme like I be rhymin' in the Rov'
climbin' in them hoes
my minds like the diamonds, I'll blind you at them shows
I don't shine, I glow
I remind you of that dough
don't I? murder niggas won't I?
my persona, hustler turned rapper, smell the crack aroma
send shots like toma! in any language
leave niggas in a coma when I'm bangin' that Fifth
get chicks lit off Coronas and bamboo spliffs
and get the camcorder to camcord their hand movements
and for what? ya'll actin' like ya'll better than Hov'
ya'll niggas should open up for the Letterman show

(*singin*)
niggas is funny,
all I do is get money and ya'll niggas sound funny to me
everybody's rappin' like they better than Hov'
but thats shit's real funny to me

(*rappin*)
I'm at the forefront of this rap shit, truth is truth
look around at all the platinum, proof is proof
listen to how niggas is rappin', thats do to who?
but I'ma let niggas live 'cause it's beautiful

Live niggas...
Jigga Man ya heard? Clue...Duro...


Posted on Mar 7, 2001, 12:23 PM

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Cha Cha Slide Part 2

by Mr.C

Artist: Mr.C
Song: Cha Cha Slide Part 2
Album: Cha Cha Slide
sent by: DADAKing2001@aol.com (Thanx dawg)
[Mr.C Talks]

[Mr.C]
To the left, take it back now ya’ll
1 hop this time, right foot let’s stomp
Left foot let’s stomp, Cha Cha real smooth

Turn it down, to the left
Take it back now ya’ll
1 hop this time, right foot let’s stomp
Left foot let’s stomp, Cha Cha now ya’ll

Now it’s time to get funky
To the right now, to the left
Take it back now ya’ll
1 hop this time, 1 hop this time
Right foot 2 stomps, left foot 2 stomps
Slide to the left, slide to the right
Criscross, criscross
Cha Cha real smooth

Let’s go to work
To the left, take it back now ya’ll
2 hops this time, 2 hops this time
Right foot 2 stomps, left foot 2 stomps
Hands on your knees, hands on your knees
Get funky with it, aahhhhhhhhhh yaaaa
Come on, Cha Cha now ya’ll

Turn it down, to the left
Take it back now ya’ll
5 hops this time
Right foot let’s stomp, left foot let’s stomp
Right foot again, left foot again
Right foot let’s stomp, left foot let’s stomp

Freeze, Everybody Clap yo hands
Come on ya’ll, check it out
How low can you go?
Can you go down low?
All the way to da floor?
How low can you go?
Can you bring it to the top?
Like it never never stop?
Can you bring it to the top?
1 hop, right foot now
Left foot now ya’ll
Cha Cha real smooth

Turn it down, to the left
Take it back now ya’ll
1 hop this time,1 hop this time
Reverse, Reverse
Slide to the left, slide to the right
Reverse Reverse, reverse reverse
Cha Cha now ya’ll
Cha Cha again
Cha Cha now ya’ll
Cha Cha again
Turn it down

To the left, that it back now ya’ll
2 hops 2 hops, 2 hops 2 hops
Right foot let’s stomp, left foot let’s stomp
Charlie Brown, hop it out now
Slide to the right, slide to the left
Take it back now ya’ll
Cha Cha now ya’ll

Turn it down
To the left, take it back now ya’ll
3 hops this time
Right foot now, left foot now ya’ll
Cha Cha it out
Turn it down

To the right, to the right ya’ll
To the left, take it back now ya’ll
4 hops this time
Right foot now now ya’ll, left foot now ya’ll
Cha Cha now ya’ll
Cha Cha again, Cha Cha again

Turn it down
Take it back now ya’ll
Right foot let’s stomp, left foot let’s stomp
6 hops this time
Right foot let’s stomp, left foot let’s stomp
Right foot 2 stomps, Left foot 2 stomps
Criscross, Criscross
Slide to the left, Slide to the right
Let me hear you clap yo hands
Cha Cha now, Cha Cha again

Turn it down
To the left, take it back now ya’ll
2 hops 2 hops, 2 hops 2 hops
Right foot 2 stomps, left foot 2 stomps
Hands on your knees, hands on your knees
Aahhhh yaaaa, get funky with it
Get down now ya’ll,
Come on, come on
Cha Cha now ya’ll
Let’s go to work

[Mr.C Talks]



Posted on Mar 7, 2001, 12:20 PM

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Puppy Love

by Lil' Bow Wow f/ Jagged Edge

Artist: Lil' Bow Wow f/ Jagged Edge, J.D.
Album: Beware of Dog
Song: Puppy Love
Typed & used with the permission of: Ghettofabulous98@hotmail.com

[JD](Jagged Edge)
(Oh...)
J.E. y'all

[Lil Bow Wow](JD)
Yo I'm looking for girls
(Bow Wow)
Girls that can give me puppy love
Ya know?
(He, he yeah)
Yeah it's goin down right here
West coast, bark on
(Come on)
East coast, bark on
(Come on)
Dirty South, bark on
Yeah
(Come on, come on, come on)

All young girls beware
This pup's off the chains
I'm gritty little something here
Putting down pain
Since I was six
Running with the pound
It's been going down
I'm city to city, town to town
They running up screaming my name
Running up grabbing my chain
Running up tryna get in the game
I'm like ma don't get it twisted
If we kick it get your bark on
Hope to God you see me again, when I'm grown
Type of playa but it ain't
It just sounds like that
Cause I'm just too young to get down like that
(I agree)
Hit the movies, hit the mall
Then come out with big bags
Next day do lunch then head Six Flags
But it don't mean nothin we're just having some fun
Even though I may have told you on the ride you're the one
I'm sorry little shorty I gotta take that back
Cause I'm just too young to get down like that
So...

1 - [Lil Bow Wow](Jagged Edge)
(You can't hear me)
Not a word that I be saying
(Its plain to see)
Girl I just be playing with you
(Girl you and me, see it's just puppy love, oh)
Bark on baby, bark on, bark on

Repeat 1

[Lil Bow Wow]
Even if you're three years older than me
And caught yourself noticing me
In my mind, set don't change
I might up my game
But the story that I tell 'em
When I tell it, it remains the same
You wouldn't believe how they be coming at me
Steady, steady tryna throw something at me
Like I'mma get happy
Just because honey got her learner's permit
Can come and scoop me after school
Like I'm supposed to be on it
Naw ain't no sippin' over here
It's Big Pimpin' over here
And I hope that I make myself clear
That when it comes to honeys yo I got some minutes
And I ain't tryna get serious till I'm up in my twenties
It's just the paper that I'm after
The drop with the top I'mma cop when I'm able
And that's all that matters
So if I told you something shorty
I'm taking that back
Cause I'm just too young to get down like that
So...

Repeat 1 (4x)

You can't hear me
It's plain to see
Girl you and me
See it's just puppy love, oh
You can't hear me
It's plain to see
Girl you and me
See it's just puppy love


Posted on Mar 6, 2001, 12:51 PM

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Love

by Musiq

Artist: Musiq
Song: Love
Album: Ijustwannasing
Typed by: braxtino@collegeclub.com
Sent by: Lionthemad@hotmail.com

Verse 1:
Love
So many things I've got to tell you
But I'm afraid I don't know how
Cause there's a possibility
You'll look at me differently
Love
Ever since the first moment I spoke your name
From then on I knew that by you being in my life
Things were destined to change cause......

Hook:
Love
So many people use your name in vain
Love
Those who faith in you sometimes go astray
Love
Through all the ups and downs the joy and hurt
Love
For better or worse I still will choose you first

Verse 2:
Many days I've longed for you
Wanting you
Hoping for the chance to get to know you
Longing for your kiss
For your kiss, for your touch, for your essence (your beautiful essence)
Many nights I've cried from the things you do
Felt like I could die from the thought of losing you
I know that you're real
With no doubt or no fears
Or no questions

Hook:
At first you didn't mean that much to me
But now I know that you're all I need
The world looks so brand new to me
Now that I found love
Everyday I live for you
And everything that I do I do it for you
What I say is how I feel so believe it's true
You got to know I'm true, love



Posted on Mar 5, 2001, 2:05 PM

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**Unreleased

by Busta Rhymes

Artist: Busta Rhymes
Album: Unreleased
Song: Back to me(Coming Off)
sent by: rassfan@hotmail.com

Yo, everytime I MC I'm coming off
Yes it's coming back to me

The B-U-S-T-A, HEY!! Yo when I MC I'm coming off
Yes it's coming back to me
(repeat 3X)

The B-U-S-T-A, HEY!!

Salute in sight/site, or get caught in the crossfire
Crush and trip the circuits, my niggaz is haywire
For sure corny nigga your time will soon expire
Retire cause your name ain't no longer on the flyer
You abuse your every blessing, go say another pray-er
Still on the first floor, I take you a level higher
Your Miss O'Hara a la sweater smear off your mascara
Can't take the heat, switch to eyeline, yo call Sara
Rhymes penetrate the flesh and effect the bone marrow
Your dry spell flows sound like they stranded in de Sahara
Smoke bombs, salute all my niggaz who smoke charms
Let's take it to the garden or fields and smoke out the fat farms
OD'ing on the beat like the needles up in my arm
Then I whip your ass if you do not listen just like your moms
When I count to five, by the time I open my palm
I'ma fuck you up, like the United States got by Vietnam
I go...

Yo, everytime I MC I'm coming off
Yes it's coming back to me

The B-U-S-T-A, HEY!! Yo when I MC I'm coming off
Yes it's coming back to me
(repeat 3X)

The B-U-S-T-A, HEY!!

Rhyme flows cause damage on niggaz that's unforgiven
Faggot must be getting dick in the ass yo, how ya livin?
You must been driven two up your ass when you was in prison
Up in the streets frontin like you hardcore, that's done forbidden
Everytime I bomb this be predictions from Nostradamus
Busta Rhymes to fan bombs on your head and that's a promise
The one thing that seems to be funny yet never stated
is that I been creatin shit niggaz think they originatin
My displays make you feel like you need some x-rays
My music make y'all celebrate like important holidays
We got to break fool tactics and carry on with tradition
Whippin in the Tahoe, and we wild in the Exhibition
Wild bend your mindstate, smash your transmission
With no permission, you crossed the line and catch a whippin
Before I wash y'all niggaz down like liquid detergent
Watch the flame before I overcook shit, and start the burnin
So, watch me turn it on y'all niggaz that try to learn it
Gotta work to earn it, can't come in without a permit
So hot, the wicked shit soundin so official
Little whistles sign with the blast of my SCUD missile
Pass the peas international paper stackin G's
Overseas please you drivin nothin, pass the keys
Get subdued, watch me shoot dope, y'all know my attribute
HUH, make y'all niggaz jump with no parachute, like

Yo, everytime I MC I'm coming off
Yes it's coming back to me

The B-U-S-T-A, HEY!! Yo when I MC I'm coming off
Yes it's coming back to me
(repeat 3X)

The B-U-S-T-A, HEY!!


Posted on Mar 5, 2001, 1:42 PM

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Change the Game (Remix)

by Jay-Zf/ Daz, Memphis Bleek, Kurupt

Artist: DJ Clue f/ Beanie Sigel, Daz, Jay-Z, Memphis Bleek, Kurupt
Album: The Professional 2
Song: Change the Game (Remix)
Typed by: nick_zakar@hotmail.com
sent by: rassfan@hotmail.com

[Kurupt] Daz Dillinger
[Jay-Z] Talk to 'em
[Kurupt] Kurupt young Gotti
[Jay-Z] Talk to 'em
[Kurupt] Big Jigga nigga, what?

[Kurupt *sung*]
Psycho, like no, bitch-ass nigga so
When you see the D-O double G sneak creep low

[Jay-Z]
In the memory of the Notoroious B.I.G., Tupac Shakur

[Kurupt *sung*]
Psycho, like no, bitch-ass nigga so
When you see the R-O-to-the-C sneak creep low

[Jay-Z]
Young Hova in the house, world wide hustler
R-O-C, D-P-G motherfuckers..

.. hold up love
You know Jigga Man resumé, blow up drugs
Blast round, full pound, no mask or gloves
Face down on the gravel, have gun will travel
Out the blue steel barrel get ya crew killed
Perro ass niggaz can't touch I, muh'fucker what's my -
- name, Young Hov', gun blow like AC
R-O-C (With the D-P-G nigga!!)

[Daz]
Hold up (hah) wait a minute and
All my thugs get (get what?) gangsta with it

Gotti Jigga and Daz Dillinger, killin ya with the pound
with Roc La Familia {*y'all niggaz ain't feelin us*}

[Kurupt]
Deep in and out, out gold Daytonas
D cut through with 2-way Motorolas
Nigga the Dynasty and the Pentagon MOTHERFUCKER
Hollow tip, stainless teflon MOTHERFUCKER
Jigga trigger, cock-a-poppa, nigga chest rocka
with the chrome chopper, glock'll pop a nigga so quick
Saddam Niastra, y'all done stepped in the mud
and about to feel ery'thing from the flat foot
Calicos collective, have you ever seen a
four so clean like a brand new nina
My nigga Daz (Sigel Sigel)
Jigga, Memph, in bad-ass Impalas
Butt naked bitches and pop collars
The popular scholar, this is the beginnin
with the hollow tips soarin, chrome wheels spinnin
Never have you ever seen a G like me
Rollin with the Roc, straight D-P-G

[Chorus]
Don't change the game for these hoes
who plays the game like we supposed

[Jay] That nigga Daz in the house
[Daz] D-P-G-C fo' L-I-F-E, Roc D-O-double-G

Don't change the game for these hoes
who plays the game like we supposed

[Jay] Young Gotti in the house

[Kurupt]
Two-shotty, quick to catch a body
So put a dick in ya mouth, ya bitch

Don't change the game for these hoes
who plays the game like we supposed

[Jay-Z]
Young Hova in the house, world wide hustler
R-O-C, D-P-G motherfuckers..

B-I-G still talkin through the voice of I
For Tupac they yellin ra-da-da-da-da-da
Not a Blood or a Crip but I put drugs on the strip
Put dubs on the whip, got bigger guns
than the fuzz on my hip, cock back let it rip
Won't stop that 'til the whole clip's gone
(click..) CLICK! Okay, let's not forget
cause you got a vest on all I'm aimin is teflon

[Jay-Z and Kurupt]
I'm psycho, like no, other motherfucker
And this rifle, right for your head motherfucker

[Jay] Young Hova in da house
[Daz] Everybody get down
Roc-A-Fella, Dogg Pound, nigga tell me how that sound

[Daz Dillinger]
Cha-pow, layin all you wack niggaz down
Blowed out chromed out, swervin through ya town
What up? Jigga Man, my nigga Kurupt
Laid back actin a nut, waitin to 'rupt
No remorse as we bust, let you feel the dust
Dogg Pound, Roc-A-Fella straight fuckin it up
Let it be known; Daz Dillinger, rough to the bone
All alone, roam ya neighborhood high (??)
High stylin, profilin, y'all comin after me
In actuality they fake the technicality
Dogg Pound Roc-A-Fella that's my family
On site niggaz died for they salary
We the gang and we walk like we talk
And we stalk and we do what we do after dark
Get one shot Dillinger Roc La Familia
{*Now y'all feelin us! Now y'all feelin us!*}

[Chorus]
Don't change the game for these hoes
who plays the game like we supposed

[Jay] Sigel Sigel in the house

[Beanie Sigel]
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Even mo' sicker ya brain get mo' twisted

Sigel, two Desert Eagle hit you niggaz up quick
Got 'em diggin ditches up quick
Got you niggaz spittin up cause I'm sick
Gettin up slow from hits from the fifth
Let a row go quick from the clip
Shit, sit a nigga down quick when I'm pitchin a bitch
You see light then you takin a trip
Five hours, spill a clip and make the hammer dance
I'll holla, while you holla in the ambulance
STOP ... it's the Roc nigga R-O-C
With the D-O-G on ya block
Fuck the C-O-P's, let me see those trees
No stems, no sticks, no seeds, just breathe

[Memphis Bleek]
Relax bitch, don't act bitch, we don't stop
It's the R-O-C, geah who forgot
You never thought Bleek walk on a track before
Hit a switch in a black 6-4 before
Down on Sunset I run sets, I does that
Niggaz look at me and be like damn I was that
I'm "The Understanding" with my peeps, fuck foes
Got a house in the back with a Benz and dough
Get cha mind right nigga 'fore you mention me
Your click ain't too thorough to mention we
Don't matter who we collab' with, nigga it's a classic
Dogg Pound linked with the Roc could cause traffic
Who want rump, get it crunk with me
I'm Bleek, you a got a gun wanna dump with me?
You catch Bleek in B.K. (or) down in L.A.
With my W and E up nigga, who want play?

[Kurupt *sung*]
Psycho, like no, bitch-ass nigga so
When you see the R-O-to-the-C sneak creep low

[Jay-Z]
I will not, lose


Posted on Mar 5, 2001, 1:35 PM

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Don't Approach Me

by Xzibit f/ Eminem

Artist: Xzibit f/ Eminem
Album: Restless
Song: Don't Approach Me
Typed by: d.f.
Sent by: rassfan@hotmail.com

[X] Pssh, man I need a lighter man
[E] Right here
[X] Yeahhh.. whassup Slim?
[E] What's crackin?
[X] Hit this shit
[E] Ssshhit I almost hit this motherf---er today
[X] Psh, is that right?
[E] What is it with motherf---ers thinkin that..
[E] {*SIGH*} because we're in the spotlight or whatever that..
[E] they can do or say whatever they want to us
[E] and that we won't retaliate
[X] Protect my motherf---in self, by ANY
[both] MEANS, NECESSARY
[E] Right?

[Chorus 2X: Eminem]
Cause you don't know me, I don't know you
So don't approach me, I won't approach you
And don't insult me, I won't insult you
Cause you don't know what I will or I won't do

[Xzibit]
Make no mistake, I'm the Golden State heavyweight
Bein underrated gave me time to create it
Can you relate? I renovate, straight out the gate
Carried my weight, but seem to receive nothin but hate
Millionaires snatchin crumbs off my little son plate
Kidnapped, locked in a trunk, get shot in the face
No hoes, no clothes, no one showin up for my shows
You know how it goes; I might as well kick it at home
But my baby momma hate my guts and can't stand me (yeah)
Packed up, moved out, started a new family
So all this strugglin for what, so I can blow up
marry a slut but can't watch my seed grow up?
FUCK THAT, this the f---in thanks I get
for tryin to edutain assholes and feed my bitch
Yo I feel like my whole life is upside down (upside down)
cause you seein more support than I'm seein my child
It's like..

[Eminem]
.. everyday I wake up, another drama
It's a wonder I'm alive, survivin this karma
If I can hold on to my private life for five minutes longer
I might get my wife to let go of this knife and just calm her
without these cameras in our faces like animals
for your Channel 2 Action News to follow our ambulence up the avenue
and catch a glimpse of all the suicide attempts
and what we do in private since they won't let us put up a fence
And you wonder why I carry every gun under the sun
whether it's unloaded full or an un-registered one
No bullet, you're so full of shit
this clip is so full it'll spit if I don't pull it
And don't give me no bulls--- I'm not in the mood
I just got in a feud in some parkin lot with a dude
over Kim and she just slit both of her wrists over the shit
Don't tell me bout the show business shit
I know what this is, bitch

[Chorus]

[Xzibit]
This ain't business, this is personal BITCH
You don't know Xzibit from shit, new school, class dismissed
I had a very FUCKED UP day, I'm needin this fit
Shuttin motherf---ers up like they pleadin the 5th
Yo Em it's time to get serious with it (yeah)
Time for everybody to feel it, similar to the egg in the skillet
This is your brain on drugs, Xzibit brain on thugs
Ain't no neighborhood that's big enough to bang on us
Ain't no love lost my niggaz, relax yo'self
I'm about to snatch it all and start spreadin the wealth
To my niggaz who never seen it I mean it when I holla
at the top of my lungs about my guns and my loved ones
Got, tons of ammo to crack your enamel
Changin your channel, you played like a f---in piano
Ridin slow through Cali like I'm ridin a camel
Millionaire motherf---ers with their brains in their flannels
I feel like, Tony Soprano, who do I trust now?
Just hit me on my tele' nigga soon as I touch down
Spit lines to split spines just to get mine
Big behind bitches gettin dick to spit shine
Sniff lines of coke, that's the only s--- that make you dope
Bitch-ass nigga that's droppin the soap
Get choked out and beat, put your head in a vise-grip
and turn til you motherf---ers tell me the right shit

[Eminem]
So do I gotta buy a whole block to myself
a front door with twelve locks
and have a bodyguard walk me out to my mailbox
and everytime somebody makes a threat, run and tell cops?
Fuck that, I protect myself with these twelve shots
and one in the chamber, gun in the waist
and one in the ankle, waitin for someone to come to my place
tryin to walk up and knock like these cocksuckers are not
gonna get a shotgun or a glock shoved in their face?
And it's a disgrace Hailey can't play with her toys
in the front yard without you drivin by honkin your horn
screamin some shit, leanin out your windows, beepin n shit
Or pullin up in my drive like I won't leap in your whip
And so these kids tell their friends and relatives where I live
so my address ends up on the internet again
So then, I do an interview with Spin, tellin them
that if someone comes to my crib, I'ma shove a gun in their ribs
And reporters, blow it out of proportion
"Oh, now he's pullin guns on his fans
just for tryin to stand on his porch"
And I'm the bad guy, cause I don't answer my door like "Hey hi!
You guys wants some autographs? Okay, form a straight line!"
Sometimes I feel like loadin this rifle
and climbin the roof at night and hidin outside to snipe you
It's not that I don't like you..
.. it's just that I'm not behind the mic
I'm a person who's just like you


Don't Approach Me


Posted on Mar 4, 2001, 10:29 PM

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Survivor

by Destiny's Child

Artist: Destiny's Child
Song: Survivor
Album: Survivor
typed by and used with the perission of:
ghettofabulous98@hotmail.com


Now that you're out of my life
I'm so much better
You thought that I'd be weak without you
But I'm stronger
You thought that I'd be broke without you
But I'm richer
You thought that I'd be sad without you
I laugh harder
You thought I wouldn't grow without you
Now I'm wiser
Though that I'd be helpless without you
But I'm smarter
You thought that I'd be stressed without you
But I'm chillin'
You thought I wouldn't sell without you
Sold 9 million
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm not gon give up (What?)
I'm not gon stop (What?)
I'm gon work harder (What?)
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm gonna make it (What?)
I will survive (What?)
Keep on survivin' (What?)
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm not gon give up (What?)
I'm not gon stop (What?)
I'm gon work harder (What?)
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm gonna make it (What?)
I will survive (What?)
Keep on survivin' (What?)
Thought I couldn't breathe without
I'm inhaling
You thought I couldn't see without you
Perfect vision
You thought I couldn't last without you
But I'm lastin'
You thought that I would die without you
But I'm livin'
Thought that I would fail without you
But I'm on top
Thought it would be over by now
But it won't stop
Thought that I would self destruct
But I'm still here
Even in my years to come
I'm still gon be here
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm not gon give up (What?)
I'm not gon stop (What?)
I'm gon work harder (What?)
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm gonna make it (What?)
I will survive (What?)
Keep on survivin' (What?)
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm not gon give up (What?)
I'm not gon stop (What?)
I'm gon work harder (What?)
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm gonna make it (What?)
I will survive (What?)
Keep on survivin' (What?)
I'm wishin' you the best
Pray that you are blessed
Bring much success, no stress, and lots of happiness
(I'm better than that)
I'm not gon blast you on the radio
(I'm better than that)
I'm not gon lie on you and your family
(I'm better than that)
I'm not gon hate on you in the magazines
('m better than that)
I'm not gon compromise my Christianity
(I'm better than that)
You know I'm not gon diss you on the internet
Cause my mama taught me better than that
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm not gon give up (What?)
I'm not gon stop (What?)
I'm gon work harder (What?)
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm gonna make it (What?)
I will survive (What?)
Keep on survivin' (What?)
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm not gon give up (What?)
I'm not gon stop (What?)
I'm gon work harder (What?)
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm gonna make it (What?)
I will survive (What?)
Keep on survivin' (What?)
(Beyonce)
Oh (oh) oh (oh)...
After of all of the darkness and sadness
Soon comes happiness
If I surround my self with positive things
I'll gain prosperity
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm not gon give up (What?)
I'm not gon stop (What?)
I'm gon work harder (What?)
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm gonna make it (What?)
I will survive (What?)
Keep on survivin' (What?)



Posted on Mar 4, 2001, 10:10 PM

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Bow Wow (Remix)

by Lil' Bow Wow

Artist: Lil' Bow Wow (w/o Snoop)
Album: Bow Wow (That's My Name) 6" Single
Song: Bow Wow (That's My Name) (Remix)
Typed by: Blake85@Msn.com

Hair nappy but I'm happy pocket full of dough
From the C-O representin' So So
The girls recognize and these {niggas} do too
I'm the flyest thing walkin' through junior high school
So make room next to your little backstreet poster
'Cause Bow Wow's here and it's over! YA HEARD!
I'm this, I'm that, I'm all of the above
In a big body shotgun ridin on dub's
I've been seen with the baddest, heard with the best
And I got it locked down from the East to the West
Look at my eyes, ya know; I ain't playin'
That's why all through the streets
All I hear {niggas} sayin' is

Chorus 2X: [Lil' Bow Wow]
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Where my dogs at? Bark with me now
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
And all my girls around the way that love how it's going down say
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Where my dogs at? Bark with me now
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
And all the girls around the way that love how it's going down

[Lil' Bow Wow]
Now that the gates wide open
It is I who they runnin' from
Little with the ill, cross over like
Iverson in 2k my way and I'm the first to rock
First to drop ice in the bezel of a G-Shock
Like B.I.G. and Pac, I'm hard to forget
What makes it even worse, I'm just getting started
Yeah that's me; that's got your daughter in a frenzy
Yeah that's me; that's got her arguing with her friends about
Who? Gone, gimme when they see me
Sayin', "Do you?" See him, "Ooh he the man!"
Thirteen, game lock, don't trick
All that and a bag of chips; Hi! My name is,

Chorus 2X

Beware of tha dog screamin', in tha front now
It's-a, must-I, put my stunt down
Who you know my age that spit like me
Step on any stage anywhere and rip like me
Hit the studio with J and make a hit like me
See I am what others cats just might be, dislike me
Only those that's scared of what's trill
I'ma Steven Seagal type {nigga}, I'm "Hard To Kill"
Cash, flashin', girls, that's what I'ma bout
Those that don't believe get stomped out
The game is in a twist now, I'm to blame
But those that don't know, ladies what's my name
Chorus 4X





Posted on Mar 4, 2001, 10:09 PM

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