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Break You Off

by The Roots

Artist: The Roots f/ Musiq
Album: Phrenology
Song: Break You Off
Typed by: IndefinableMiss@aol.com *

* send corrections to the typist

[Chorus 2X: Musiq]
I'm gone break you off(beat started.....start-started..)
I'm gone break you off(beat started.....start-started..)
I'm gone break you off(beat started.....start-started..)
Yeah Baby

[Verse One: Black Thought]
Bad Misses, Throwin raspberry kisses on me
You looking for directions?
Girl I feel your vision on me
Just dont let him see you sweat
and we aint spose to be involved
Knowing when we get it off, Girl I mean it off
Keeping you fiending 'til you taking it tossed
And when I'm breaking it off
Its no denying the fact it's wrong
'Cause you got a man who's probably playing his part
You probably breaking his heart
He trying to figure the reason, Uh
Is it because he's superficial
Or is he too submissive
Or did I come along and hit you with the futuristic
Or is it 'cause you really couldnt see a future with him
All he about is paper, never took the time with you to listen
You want it gripped up, flipped, and thrown
And get stripped and shown, the way the getting is on
The cost, dealing with this you only taking a loss
You need to leave him alone
And go with the one who breaking you off

[Chorus 2X: Musiq]
Off...
I'm gone break you off(beat started.....start-started..)
I'm gone break you off(beat started.....start-started..)
I'm gone break you off(beat started.....start-started..)
Yeah Baby

[Verse Two: Black Thought]
Rolling down the highway
Listening to Sade sing
"The way the smooth operator move my way"
You sitting beside me
Looking like Friday Foster
Pam Grier structure look at your body
Keep eachother thristy
Kisses like hershey
But lips is sealed
'Cause we dont need the controversy
I say I'm in town, You say you want it in the worst way
You probably told your man it was your it was ya lil's birthday
Meanwhile, Its champagne chilling in ice
You ready for the freakiest stage you done in ya life?
We breakin down like we grove dogs pulling a hike
You making sounds like a vive ;got you reaching your height
Prepare for flight, this is your captain
I'm getting strapped in
Theres no denying the strength
That its attraction girl
Workin with this you won't be taking a loss
So stop fooling your man and roll with the one
Who's breaking you off

(beat started)

[Bridge: Musiq]
Baby, Baby, Baby... don't you want me 'round
Nothing 'cause I'm coming too, and do you know..
Whenever you want, that thing you need, I got it
I'm there and I aim to please
I'm coming over to give it to you..
Baby.. baby..

[Chorus 2X: Musiq]
I'm gone break you off (beat started.....start-started..)
I'm gone break you off (beat started.....start-started..)
I'm gone break you off (beat started.....start-started..)
Yeah Baby


Posted on Jan 14, 2003, 1:51 PM

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I Should Be

by Dru Hill


Dru Hill - I Should Be

Girl, I know he ain't takin' care of you
I see it in your face
And I know that's not the man that you really want
You know
So if you're getting sick and tired of him,
Just come see me
I'm a better man any way.

Lies and deceit
I know you feel this with your man
'Cause with him, all I see is crying

Chorus:
I should be your boyfriend (I should be your boyfriend)
'Cause you know he's lyin' ('Cause you know he's lyin')
It might seem like I'm hating (Might seem like I'm hating)
But girl, I'm just relating

Step one, walk through that door
Step two, tell him
He's not like he was before
You don't love him anymore

Now three, come to me
Step four, I'll love you more
You will see how love should be
But there's four steps to complete

There was a time
When he tried to be the one
Who would give all you deserve
Now he's not trying

Chorus:
I should be your boyfriend (I should be your boyfriend)
'Cause you know he's lyin' ('Cause you know he's lyin')
It must seem like I'm hating (Might seem like I'm hating)
But girl, I'm just relating, take step one

Step one, walk through that door
Step two, tell him
He's not like he was before
You don't love him anymore

Now three, come to me
Step four, I'll love you more
You will see how love should be
But there's four steps to complete

Chorus:
Step one, walk through that door
Step two, tell him
He's not like he was before
You don't love him anymore

Now three, come to me
Step four, I'll love you more
You will see how love should be (You're gonna see baby)
But there's four steps to complete

You're what I'm lookin' for
Our love will mean much more
Than what he's givin' you
But you must let him know
That you can't take no more
Replace him with me

You need to learn how to show that feeling, (That feeling)
To someone who deserves it.
You can't figure out, what it's all about
Baby (Baby)

Chorus:
Step one, walk through that door
Step two, tell him
He's not like he was before
You don't love him anymore

Now three, come to me
Step four, I'll love you more
You will see how love should be
But there's four steps to complete

Chorus:
Step one, walk through that door
Step two, tell him
He's not like he was before
You don't love him anymore

Now three, come to me
Step four, I'll love you more
You will see how love should be
But there's four steps to complete



Posted on Jan 9, 2003, 2:39 PM

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Ignition

by R. Kelly


R. Kelly - Ignition

You remind me of somethin’
I just can’t think of what it is


Girl, please let me stick my key in your ignition,
babe
So I can get this thing started and get rollin’, babe
See, I’ll be doin’ about 80 on your freeway
Girl, I won’t stop until I drive you crazy


So buckle up ‘cause this can get bumpy, babe
Now hit the lights and check out all my functions,
babe
Girl, back that thing up so I can wax it, baby
Honey, we gon’ mess around and get a ticket, babe


‘Cause we off up in this jeep
We foggin’ up the windows
We got the radio up
We all up in the back
We got the s*** bouncin’
We goin’ up and down
And we smokin’ and we drinkin’
Just thuggin’ it out


Jump up, down once I hit them switches, babe
And I’m about to take it where you wanna go, babe
Guarantee you I’m about to get some knowledge, babe
And it won’t be no runnin’ out of gas, babe


It’s like woo...pull over, baby
And let me put this love van off in your trunk, babe
So buckle up ‘cause this can get bumpy, babe
Girl, we gon’ mess around and get a ticket, babe


‘Cause we off up in this jeep
We foggin’ up the windows
We got the radio up
We all up in the back
We got the s*** bouncin’
We goin’ up and down
And we smokin’ and we drinkin’
Just thuggin’ it out


Now hold on tight ‘cause I’m about to go faster, babe
Girl, you’re dealin’ with a pro behind this wheel,
babe
So tell me have you ever driven a stick, babe
You’ll be screamin’ every time we shiftin’ gears, babe


So brace yourself while I’m hittin’ them corners, babe
And when it’s over put that tails on your license
plate
Now buckle up ‘cause this can get bumpy, baby
Girl, we gon’ mess around and get a ticket, babe


‘Cause we off up in this jeep
We foggin’ up the windows (Yeah)
We got the radio up (Uh)
We all up in the back
We got the s*** bouncin’
We goin’ up and down
And we smokin’ and we drinkin’
Just thuggin’ it out


When I hear you say {Green light} I’mma go
{Yellow light} Do it slow {Red light} I’mma stop
When I hear you say {Switch lanes} hit the signal
{Pit stop} Take a break, hit the hazards when we park


When you say {Green light} I’mma go
{Yellow light} Do it slow {Red light} I’mma stop
When you say {Switch lanes} hit my signal
{Pit stop} Take a break, because we’re ‘bout to go
this far


‘Cause we off up in this jeep (Off up in this jeep)
We foggin’ up the windows (Baby, you and me)
We got the radio up (Got the radio)
We all up in the back (All up in the back)
We got the s*** bouncin’ (Got this baby bouncin’)
We goin’ up and down (Goin’ up and down)
And we smokin’ and we drinkin’ (Smokin’)
Just thuggin’ it out (It’s the thuggin’ out)


(Let me see you) Bounce-
bounce-bounce-bounce-bounce-bounce-bounce
Bounce-bounce-bounce-bounce-bounce-bounce
(Now let me see you) Bounce-
bounce-bounce-bounce-bounce-bounce-bounce
Bounce-bounce-bounce-bounce-bounce-bounce
(Now let me see you)


Now usually I don’t do this, but, uh
Go ‘head on bring ‘em off with little previews of the
remix


Now I’m not tryin’ to be boo
But hey, pretty girl, I’m feelin’ you
The way you do the things you do
Reminds me of my Lexus, cool
That’s why I’m all up in your grill
Tryin’ to get you to a hotel
You must be a football coach
The way you got me playin’ the field


Posted on Jan 9, 2003, 2:38 PM

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Miss You

by Aaliyah


Aaliyah - Miss You

Ho...
Hey...ey...ey...ey...
N-n-n-n-no, no


It’s been too long and I’m lost without you
So what am I gonna do, said I’ve been needin’ you,
wantin’ you
Wonderin’ if you’re the same and who’s been with you
Is your heart still mine, I wanna cry sometimes


I miss you


Off to college, yes, you went away
Straight from high school you up and left me
We were close friends, also lovers
Did everything for one another


Now you’re gone and I’m lost without you here now
But I know I gotta live and make it somehow


Come back to me (To me)
Can you feel me (Callin’)
Hear me callin’ for you (For you)
‘Cause it’s


It’s been too long and I’m lost without you
So what am I gonna do, said I’ve been needin’ you,
wantin’ you (Woo...ooh...ooh...)
Wonderin’ if you’re the same and who’s been with you
Is your heart still mine, I wanna cry sometimes


Now I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout you
And the days we used to share
It’s drivin’ me crazy, I don’t know what to do
I’m just wonderin’ if you still care


And I wanna let you know that it’s killin’ me
I know you got another life, you gotta concentrate,
baby


Come back to me (To me)
Can you feel me (Callin’)
Hear me callin’ for you (For you)
‘Cause it’s


It’s been too long and I’m lost without you
So what am I gonna do, said I’ve been needin’ you,
wantin’ you (Baby)
Wonderin’ if you’re the same and who’s been with you
Is your heart still mine, I wanna cry sometimes


I miss you


It’s been too long and I’m lost without you
What am I gonna do, I’ve been needing you, wantin’ you
Wonderin’ if you’re the same and who’s been with you
Is your heart still mine, I wanna cry sometimes (Yeah)


I miss you


I-I-I-I-I-I
I-I-I-I-I-I
I miss you
I-I-I-I-I-I
I-I-I-I-I-I


I can’t (I) wait no (No more) more (No)
Since you went away
I don’t really feel like talkin’ (No)
Don’t wanna hear them bug me (No, no)
Tell me do you understand me
I can’t do but be without you


It’s been too long and I’m lost without you (Now tell
what I’m gonna)
What am I gonna do, I’ve been needin’ you, wantin’ you
(Yeah)
Wonderin’ if you’re the same and who’s been with you
Is your heart still mine (Yeah, yeah), I wanna cry
sometimes (Ooh...)


I miss you (Baby)


It’s been too long and I’m lost without you (Oh, no,
no, no)
So what am I gonna do, I’ve been needin’ you, wantin’
you (Whoa)
Wonderin’ if you’re the same and who’s been with you
(Hey...)
Is your heart still mine, I wanna cry sometimes (Oh,
no, baby)


I miss you


It’s been too long (Oh, yeah) and I’m lost without you
So what am I gonna do (No, no) I’ve been needin’ you,
wantin’ you (Baby)
Wonderin’ if you’re the same and who’s been with you
Is your heart still mine, I wanna cry sometimes





Posted on Jan 9, 2003, 2:37 PM

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In Da Club

by 50 Cent

Artist: 50 Cent
Album: In Da Club 12"
Song: In Da Club
Typed by: PhiladeLfigga@yahoo.com, akademik_geniuz@yahoo.com

[50 Cent]
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go shawty
It's your birthday
We gon' party like it's yo birthday
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a fuck
It's not your birthday!

[Chorus] (2x)
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami I got the X if you into taking drugs
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed

[Verse]
When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubs
When I roll 20 deep, it's 20 knives in the club
Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love
When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna fuck
But homie ain't nothing change hold down, G's up
I see Xzibit in the Cutt that nigga roll that weed up
If you watch how I move you'll mistake me for a playa or pimp
Been hit wit a few shells but I dont walk wit a limp
In the hood then the ladies saying "50 you hot"
They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac
But holla in New York them niggas'll tell ya im loco
And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold
I'm feelin' focused man, my money on my mind
I got a mill out the deal and I'm still on the grind
Now shawty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow
Her girlfriend wanna get bi and they ready to go

[Chorus] (2x)

[Bridge]
My flow, my show brought me the doe
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels
Look nigga I got K-Mart and I ain't change

[Verse]
And you should love it, way more then you hate it
Nigga you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it
I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life
You that faggot ass nigga trying to pull me back right?
When my junk get to pumpin in the club it's on
I wink my eye at ya bitch, if she smiles she gone
If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn
If you talking bout money homie, I ain't concerned
I'm a tell you what Banks told me cause go 'head switch the style up
If the niggas hate then let 'em hate
Watch the money pile up
Or we go upside there wit a bottle of bub
You know where we fucking be

[Chorus] (2x)

[Talking]
(laughing) Don't try to act like you ain't know where we been either nigga
In the club all the time nigga, its about to pop off nigga
G-Unit


Posted on Jan 9, 2003, 2:34 PM

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(I know) I Can

by NAS

Artist: Nas
Album: God's Son
Song: I Can
Typed by: DCSuspence@aol.com

[Young Girls:]
I know I can (I know I can)
Be what I wanna be (be what I wanna be)
If I work hard at it (If I work hard it)
I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be)

[Nas]
Be, B-Boys and girls, listen up
You can be anything in the world, in God we trust
An architect, doctor, maybe an actress
But nothing comes easy it takes much practice
Like, I met a woman who's becoming a star
She was very beautiful, leaving people in awe
Singing songs, Lina Horn, but the younger version
Hung with the wrong person
Gotta astrung when I heard when
Cocaine, sniffing up drugs, all in her nose
Coulda died, so young, no looks ugly and old
No fun cause when she reaches for hugs people hold they breath
Cause she smells of corrosion and death
Watch the company you keep and the crowd you bring
Cause they came to do drugs and you came to sing
So if you gonna be the best, I'ma tell you how

[Chorus - 2x (Nas and Kids)]
I know I can (I know I can)
Be what I wanna be (be what I wanna be)
If I work hard at it (If I work hard it)
I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be)

[Nas]
Be, B-Boys and girls, listen again
This is for grown looking girls who's only ten
The ones who watch videos and do what they see
As cute as can be, up in the club with fake ID
Careful, 'fore you meet a man with HIV
You can host the TV like Oprah Winfrey
Whatever you decide, be careful, some men be
Rapists, so act your age, don't pretend to be
Older than you are, give yourself time to grow
You thinking he can give you wealth, but so
Young boys, you can use a lot of help, you know
You thinkin life's all about smokin weed and ice
You don't wanna be my age and can't read and right
Begging different women for a place to sleep at night
Smart boys turn to men and do whatever they wish
If you believe you can achieve, then say it like this

[Chorus]

Save the music y'all, save the music y'all
Save the music y'all, save the music y'all
Save the music

[Nas]
Be, be, 'fore we came to this country
We were kings and queens, never porch monkeys
It was empires in Africa called Kush
Timbuktu, where every race came to get books
To learn from black teachers who taught Greeks and Romans
Asian Arabs and gave them gold when
Gold was converted to money it all changed
Money then became empowerment for Europeans
The Persian military invaded
They learned about the gold, the teachings and everything sacred
Africa was almost robbed naked
Slavery was money, so they began making slave ships
Egypt was the place that Alexander the Great went
He was so shocked at the mountains with black faces
Shot up they nose to impose what basically
Still goes on today, you see?
If the truth is told, the youth can grow
They learn to survive until they gain control
Nobody says you have to be gangstas, hoes
Read more learn more, change the globe
Ghetto children, do your thing
Hold your head up, little man, you're a king
Young Prince thats when you get your wedding ring
Your man is saying "She's my queen"

[Chorus]


Posted on Jan 9, 2003, 2:29 PM

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What Happened To That Boy

by Baby aka Birdman f/ Clipse

Artist: Baby f/ Clipse, Pharrell Williams
Album: Birdman
Song: What Happened To That Boy
Typed by: can_i_bus3@hotmail.com

[Baby (talking with echo)]
Aye, Aye, Aye, Ya
Tot' 'em up, light it up nigga
Birdman motherfucker
Clipse, VA, NO nigga
What you smelt
Coke'll leave plastic
Get off the border motherfucker
Come on little'n handle your business for me boy

[Chorus: Pusha T & (Pharrell) (2x)]
(Brrrrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy (yo)
(Brrrrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy
(Brrrrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy
He was talking shit we put a clap into that boy

[Malice]
Whoa...Yeah...Malicious...Yeah
I heard they snitchin' on a player man say it aint so
Even as a young'n they consigned me to blow
Witches claims why I'm worth my weight in gold
While they was taking baby steps from an 8th to an O
Word in the streets that can envy as me
Enough ice on that watch to make a nigga lose sleep
Magnified face help the bitch see clearly
9 on the waist hit the bitch up severely
I'm know for the flip of that coke I ener
I'm heavy in the street like the 7 series Bimma
Man, hit 'em with the Nina man
Or that 4/5th guaranteed to lean ya man (Whoa)
I'm the reason that your block is vacant
Malicious will hit ya just to make a statement
Bitch! Clipse and Cash Money who aint rich
Don't compare me to you nigga you aint this (Whoa)

[Chorus]

[Baby]
Aye...Aye...Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye...
Stunna and Patty Cake the worldwide Pusha (get this money)
Birdman nigga leave the guns in the busher (cuff 'em up, let 'em up bitch)
Been shittin' up bricks unload 'em to Gucci
Boss of the ghetto with the round shape cookie
Shit one, Dro one nigga flood the block
If I don't go to jail niggas birds gone flop
Nigga sittin' on the toilet bitch get off the pot
The bird just landed so the hood gon' rot
New whips, big chips the Prada Gucci shit
But mami your fly Benz the wide skinny lips
She takes my flight she holds my weight
While the po-po staked out from state to state
It aint nuttin to a baller baby
Pay the cars, big money, heavy weight, bird man, hood boss
Baby steppin on my line I'll show a little somethin'
They callin' you don't come out then the black crow will touch ya (touch ya)

[Chorus (2x)]

[Pusha T]
Ughhh...Another soul lost
Had to make a shirt match my ox blood colored Porsche
Ughhh...The rims match of course
Blood hit his Timbs it reminded me of them
Glistenin' wrist on chiller
Gun in the same palm of gorgeous killer
I put this on my lord my niece was 4 when she felt chinchilla
I past the shore for that shit that made fiends rise from the dead like
Thriller
Gangster...Hustler
At night still found time to kiss my mother
Live like I'm dreamin' kick my feet up
Gun pulled my waist remind me of my demon
So quite ya yappin' fore I get to clappin
And have your body parts mix and matching fella

[Chorus (2x)]

[Baby (talking)]
Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, there it is nigga, there you have it
Birdman, Clipse you under-smelt, VA you know
Uptown nigga, we go anywhere with this bullshit
We flip bricks you under-smell (gangster motherfucker)
Aye nigga put this puzzle together
Aye Pharrell you did this year (you did it nigga)
A 1000 pieces puzzles (startrak) 100, you know
Let's get this money (get the money)
Hey nigga I smell somethin', coke'll leave plastic bitch
Get money motherfucker
However you want it you can get it pimp
From gangster to blood nigga, take it how you want it nigga
We did it how we live, aint nothin' but the thug thing nigga
Money thing motherfucker


Posted on Jan 9, 2003, 2:26 PM

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X Gonna Give it to Ya

by DMX

Artist: DMX
Album: X Gonna Give it to Ya 12"/ It's Not A Game
Song: X Gonna Give it to Ya
Typed by: Thug2012@hotmail.com *

* first single; send corrections to the typist

[DMX]
Arf arf
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Grrrr)
Uh, Yeah don't get it twisted
This rap shit, is mine
Motherfucker, it's not, a fucking, game
Fuck what you heard
It's what you hearin
It's what you hearin (Listen)
It's what you hearin (Listen)
It's what you hearin (Listen)

[Verse 1]
X gon give it to ya
Fuck wait for you to get it on your own
X gon deliver to ya
Knock knock, open up the door, it's real
Wit the non-stop, pop pop and stainless steel
Go hard gettin busy wit it
But I got such a good heart
I'll make a motherfucker wonder if he did it
Damn right and I'll do it again
Cuz I am right so I gots to win
Break break wit the enemy
But no matter how many cats I break bread wit
I'll break who you sendin me
You motherfucker never wanted nothin
But your wife said, that's for the light day
I'm gettin down, down
Make it say freeze
But won't be the one endin up on his knees (Whoo)
Please, If the only thing you cats did is come out to play
Get out my way

[Chorus: DMX]
First we gonna ROCK, Then we gonna ROLL
Then we let it POP, GO LET IT GO
X gon give it to ya
He gon give it to ya
X gon give it to ya
He gon give it to ya
(Repeat Once)

[Verse 2]
Ain't never gave nothin to me
But everytime I turn around
Cats got they hands out wantin something from me
I ain't got it so you can't get it
Lets leave it at that cuz I ain't wit it
Hit it wit full strength
I'm a jail nigga
So I face the world like it's Earl in the bullpen
You against me, me against you
Whatever, whenever
What the fuck you gon do?
I'm a wool fin sheep clothing
Only nigga that you know that can chill
Come back and get the streets open
I've been doing this for nineteen years
Wanna fight me? Fight these tears
I put in work and it's all for the kids
But these cats done forgot what work is (UH-HUH!)
They don't know who we be
Lookin! but they don't know who they see

[Chorus: DMX]
First we gonna ROCK, Then we gonna ROLL
Then we let it POP, GO LET IT GO
X gon give it to ya
He gon give it to ya
X gon give it to ya
He gon give it to ya
(Repeat Once)

[Verse 3]
Aiiyo where my niggaz at?!
I know I got them down in the game
Give em love and they give it back
Talk to much for to long
Don't give up your to strong (What?!)
A dog to bow bow hug it
Shoutout to niggaz that done it
And it ain't even about the dough
It's about gettin down for what you stand for yo

[Chorus: DMX]
First we gonna ROCK, Then we gonna ROLL
Then we let it POP, GO LET IT GO
X gon give it to ya
He gon give it to ya
X gon give it to ya
He gon give it to ya
(Repeat Twice)




    
This message has been edited by tidepoetry on Jan 9, 2003 2:25 PM

Posted on Jan 9, 2003, 2:07 PM

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Gossip Folks

by Missy f/ Ludacris

Artist: Missy Elliott f/ Ludacris
Album: Under Construction
Song: Gossip Folks
Typed by: bigbootytrasee@yahoo.com *
* send corrections to the typist

[People in background chatting]
Yo, yo yo move out of the way
We got missy Elliott coming through
Girl that is missy Elliott she lost a lot of weight
Girl I heard she eats one cracker a day
Oh well I heard the bitch was married to Tim and started fucking with Trina
I heard the bitch got hit with three zebras and a monkey
I can't stand the bitch no way

[Missy]
When I walk up in the piece
I ain't gotta even speak
I'm a bad mamajama goddammit motherfucker you ain't gotta like me
How you studying these hoes
Need to talk what you know
And stop talking bout who I'm sticking and licking jus mad it ain't yours
I know ya'll poor ya'll broke
Ya'll job jus hanging up clothes
Step to me get burnt like toast
Muthafuckas adios amigos
Halves halves wholes wholes
I don't brag I mostly boast
From the VA to the LA coast
Iffy kiffy izzy oh

[Chorus]
Musi ques
I sews on bews
I pues a twos on que zat
Pue zoo
My kizzer
Pous zigga ay zee
Its all kizza
Its always like
Its all kizza
Its always like
Na zound
Wa zee
Wa zoom zoom zee

[Missy]
When I pull up in my whip
Bitches wanna talk shit
I'm driving I'm glad and I'm styling
in these muthafuckas eyes did you see it?
I'm gripping these curbs
Skuur, did ya heard
I love em, my fellas, my furs
I fly like a bird
Chicken heads on the prowl
Who you trying fuck now
Naw you ain't getting loud
Better calm down for I smack your ass down
I need my drums bass high
Has to be my snare strings horns and
I need my Tim sound
right, left
Izzy kizzy looky here

[Chorus]

[Missy]
I don't go out my house shorty
You just waiting to see
Who gon roll up in the club and then report that next week
Just wanna see who I am fucking boy
Sniffing some coke
I know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radio

[Ludacris]
Yeah, uh huh, okay
Once upon a time in College Park
Where they live life fast and they scared of dark
There was a little nigga by the name of Cris
Nobody paid him any mind
No one gave a shit
Knowing he could rap
No one lifted a hands
So he went about his business and devised a plan
Made a CD and then he hit the block
50 thousand sold
Seven dollars a pop
Hold the phone
Three years later
Steeped out the swamp
With ten and a half gators
All around the world on the microphone
Leaving the booth smelling like Burberry cologne
Still riding chrome
Got bitches in the kitchen
Never home alone
And he's on the grind
Please let me know if he's on your mind
And respect you'll give me
Ludacris I live loud just like Timmy
Fuck, have to clear these rumors
I got a headache and it's not from tumors
Get up on my lap and get my head sucked tight
Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs bight
Hard to the core
Core to the right
Drop down turn around pick a bale of cotton

[Chorus]

[People in the background chatting]
Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for real
I know I know, I don't even care about her beign preganant by Michael Jackson
You know what we should do
We should go get her alvum when it comes out
There she go, there she go, there she
Heeeey Misssy

[Missy]
Hi Missy?
What's up fools?
You think I aint knowin yall broke Milli Vanilli
Jay Jay fan wannabes aint over here gossiping bout me?
Yo how bout you buff these Pumas for 20 cents so your lights wont get cut off
You soggy breasts, cow stomachs
Yo take those baby GAP shirts off, too
You just mad cuz Payless ran out of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo by the way, go get my album
Damn!


Posted on Jan 9, 2003, 2:06 PM

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Come Close to Me

by Common f/ Mary J. Blige

Artist: Common f/ Mary J. Blige
Album: The Electric Circus
Song: Come Close to Me *
Typed by: akademik_geniuz@yahoo.com

* second single; send corrections to the typist

[Intro]
[Common:] It's just a fly love song, what
[Mary J:] Mmmmm
[Common:] It's just a fly love song, what

[Verse: Common]
Are we living in a dream world?
Are your eyes still green girl?
I know your sick and tired of arguing
But you can't keep it bottled in
Jealousy, we got to swallow it
Your heart and mind baby follow it
Smile, happiness you could model it
And when you feel opposite
I just want you to know
Your whole being is beautiful
Im going to do the best I can do
Cause i'm the best when i'm with you

[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
Come close to me baby
Let your love hold you
I know this world is crazy
What's it without you

[Verse: Common]
Put down your bags love
I know in the past love
Has been sort of hard in you
But I see the God in you
I just want to nurture it
Though this love may hurt a bit
We dealing wit this water love
You even give my daughter love
I want to build a tribe wit you
Protect and provide for you
Truth is I can't hide from you
The pimp in me
May have to die with you

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
I know what you're thinking, you're on my mind
You're right, you're right, you're right
You promise so fast you just might take flight
Hope your not tired, tonight, tonight

[Verse: Common]
You help me to discovery me
I just want you to put trust in me
I kind of laugh when you cuss at me
The aftermath is you touching me
It's destiny to we connected girl
You and i we can affect the world
I'm tired of the fast lane
I want you to have my last name

[Chorus]

[Bridge] (2x)


Posted on Jan 9, 2003, 2:05 PM

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Die Another Day (Dissing Eminem)

by Benzino

Artist: Benzino
Album: Redemption
Song: Die Another Day *
Typed by: DJ_DFense_AKA_SSin@hotmail.com

* first single; send corrections to the typist

[Benzino]
Lord help us, my peoples bein' raped (uh)
Deliver me from evil and I sell his devils faith
Lets take a closer look at what's really happenin'
He wants you to believe that it was all about rappin'
And all I try to do is open up my niggas eyes
It wasn't about me and Em, you gotta realise
It's just a smokescreen, my niggas there's a bigger picture
I want the streets to pay attention cause I'm ridin' with ya
This credibility is what we here for
Then why ain't the hoods sellin' units no more (tell me why)
Labels actin' like it's good so they say so
EPMD was always gold with no radio
Now it's time to turn the prophesy, times up
Marshall Mathers gotta die, rise up
No choise, the only way we gonna turn this shit around
Is put this little bitch in the ground
And this so cald kings, steady going at eachother
Do songs with the devil, while they fightin' with there brothers
Sell a house, fuckin' pitiful, we always just some drama
Let 'em slide through then they devide, conquer
And every plantation got a bunch a house niggas
D12, Shady Records just a bunch of house niggas
Obie Trice, is for security in your front lobby
Better call the secret service, if you gonna stop me (blaah)
Paul Rosenberg, you fat fuckin' pig
I'm holdin you responsable for what this bitch did (kill ya)
Cause you call me up, try to cop or plead
As far as I'm concerned you both gonna bleed (bitch)
Talkin' bout he wanna fight, please
Let's set that shit up quick so I can drop him to his knees
You let a clown clown you, how insane is that
You let em tonguekiss your wife when you had a gat
How you gonna have a gun with no bullets
Oh don't worry cause when I see you I'm gonna pul it (blaah)
You dyed ya hear blond, I'm a make it red
How you gonna sell records Marshall when you dead
Motherfuck make you pay for that bullshit you talkin'
I'm goin' hard in the streets of New York and
Just ask Chuck how we ran 'em outta Boston
He should have been killed left in the coffin
And you better keep my kids out ya fuckin' mouth
Before I put a glock in yo' mutherfuckin' mouth
Tell Haley it ain't safe no more (nah)
Daddy better watch yo' back at the candystore
We Fucked up, resort to plan B
Fuck around she and up like Jon Benet Ramsey (that's right)
Matter of fact you better check the DNA (what)
She probably ain't yours, and where's your wife Kim anyway
She's on her knees somewhere suckin' 50 Cent
I know you wishin' you were there cause you on his dick
You dress in drag, you huggin' up on Elton John
You closet fag, I'm a king you a little punk
You the rap david doer the rap bibler
The coacher stealer, niggas ain't with ya
I'm the rap Hewey, the rap Malcolm, the rap Martin
Don't worry I'm a finish what we started
And everybody who wanna scream Pac's name
You don't make a difference, you in it for the fame
Cause if Pac was livin', he would shoot this bitch alive
But I'm a do it for him, if the hood must survive
You sleep with five O, you walk with the feds
Better keep the lights on, when they tuck you into bed
Cause I'm a get yo' silly ass, find out where you lay
When Debbie set you up you gonna die another day


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Hovi Baby (Remixx)

by Jay-z

Artist: Jay-Z
Album: Hovi Baby (Remix) 12"
Song: Hovi Baby (Remix)
Typed by: JamManXC@yahoo.com *

* send corrections to the typist

I fucks with Hova
I want you to know
It's something about you
I fucks with Hova
I fucks with Hova
Trackmaster's XO
This remix is for you
Let's go.

Untouchable, unbreakable, unshakeable, (it's Hovi baby)
can't see the unseeable, reach the unreachable
Do the impossible (it's Hovi baby)
Yes... (Remix) Yes... Yes... Baby (it's Hova)

First I had streets, then I had charts
First I had the end, now I have their heart
Rappers came and went, I been here from start
I see them put it together, watch them take it apart
See the rovers roll up with the ribbons
I see them repo, resold, and redriven, so when I reload
The number one positions, when you had them hot
And when your feet cold, mines is sizzling
When you see, niggas can't fuck with me
Cuz I'm gonna be a nigga for life
Oh this is not a gimmick
This is God given, this is harder than
Mix with cris dom sippin
This is the most consistent
Give me the most hits that you can fit inside a double disc
And hold me a pony charts, you niggas vision it
This whole edition, Jeff Gordon and rap
I'm going to claim whole position
Holla at ya

[Chorus]
can't touch the untouchable, break the unbreakable
Shake the unshakeable (it's Hovi baby)
can't see the unseeable, reach the unreachable
Do the impossible (it's Hovi baby)
can't move the unmoveable, stop the stoppable
Top the untoppable (it's Hovi baby)
Yes... (Remix) Yes... Yes... Baby (it's Hovi)

I'm so far ahead of my time
I'm about to start another life
Look behind you, I'm about to pass you twice
Back to the future, got a snow for the present
I'm fast, dude can't get passed my past
When I close the deal with the perfect present
When I unwrap the gift and the curse with a different verse
And I'm so far ahead of my time
My grandpop just met my grandma at a high school prom
And I'm so far ahead of my time
These rhymes is weak
Till four years later, they on time release
Hiphop when you take them, cop your four copa
You releaize A track needed a autopsy
The more tracks I'm on, the more I catch bodies
If not listen, further you're missing a murder
Like NYPD, LAPD, NYDA, OJ Jury's

[Chorus]

Crush linen, what's winning
If it aint him in the flesh, continue to guess
I'm about to retire my jersey, fuck Mitchell and this
I'm gonna throw back old school kicks in
Sixty-nine yeah, same year I was born
Flip the numbers yeah, same year I got on
Ninety-six, yeah, I used to rhyme with the Don
Shit out the big, Brooklyn I got this shit
Here is something haters can't figure out
Who Vanilla first weed, man they still jigga'd out
See, I even sell CD's in the crowd
The hardest dude out since these nibble'd out
Hovi Baby, love me, or blow me baby
Fuck you you'll pay me, or owe me baby
There in and out
Check the charts, I'm wearing you out
I'm about to drop the black album in a year
And I'm out

[Chorus]


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Mesmerize

by Ja Rule f/ Asanti

Haha yea
What up ma
Yea I know, I know
It's all good
Murder inc

[Chorus:]
[J] Girl your stare those eyes I
[A] Love it when you look at me baby
[J] Your lips, your smile I
[A] Love it when you kiss me baby
[J] Your hips those thighs I
[A] Love it when you fuck me baby
[J] And I cant deny I
[A] Love it when I'm with you baby

[Ja Rule:]
I got a fetish with fucking you with the skirt on
On a back street in the back seat of a Yukon
What's taking so long?
I'm getting extra impatient waiting for you to tell a nigga to move on
Between me and you we can find a jet to fly in my private g2
I'm not trying to g you ma, I'm trying to see you
Bend over you know how we do it, fleet to shows
Bring heat to the coldest night So ferocious
Promoting The dick game is poor
Cause in the bed nigga go hard like sweat pouring loving the way you be moaning, gripping
the sheets,
Looking at me, Licking at me
Cause every woman just want to be happy
Its crazy but baby I
[Ashanti] love it when I'm with you baby
[Chorus]

[Ashanti:]
Now ima get away
Cause you know like I know
And there's a better day coming
And I hope you love it
Believe me
And when you want my body
I know you need me
Wait for me baby
I been going half crazy for your love
And I been told that the sex is better then drugs
Making addictive or missing
Your the only piece of the puzzle been missing
Like when you kissing (ride ride ride)
You got a girl that'll ride, ride, ride
So take me tonight and do what you do to me baby
[Chorus]

[Ja rule]
Shorty Are you really getting bored with me
Ah hell Cause though I play a lot of games
I play them to win
[Ashanti] But then again I'm still young and willing to love, love
[Ja rule] Your know you ride and I'm the tiger
pull up to your bumper get your number
[Ashanti] Baby I can only help but wonder
[Ja rule] life would be without
[Ashanti] my sweet baby
[Ja rule] and you're my baby
[Ashanti] Holler if you hear me

[Ashanti]
Oooooh oooh oooh
You can understand that my love is pain
And how I feel babe is a women pain
[Ja Rule] It's a mans world but I understand
[Ashanti] But there still nothing different boy lets go through the flame
[Ja Rule] Be my down ass with your round ass
[Ashanti] I know I'm feeling you
[Ja Rule] Like you feeling me
[Ashanti] The way your wantin my body
[Chorus]

[Ashanti]
I love when you touch me
All over my body baby
I love when you kiss me baby
All over my body baby
I love when you touch me
All over my body baby
I love when you kiss me baby
all over my body baby
[Chorus]




    
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Posted on Dec 6, 2002, 4:41 PM

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Jenny From The Block

by J. Lo f/ The Lox

Artist: Jennifer Lopez f/ The Lox
album: This is me.... Now
song:Jenny from the block
sent by: ImPact (thanx dawg, and sorry for the delay it's been hectic)

Children grow and women producing
Men go working
Some go stealing
Everyone's got to make a living

L O X
J. Lo
We off the block this year
Went from a little to a lot this year
Everybody mad at the rocks that I wear
I know where I'm goin' and I know where I'm from
You hear LOX in your ear
Yea, we're at the airport out decline from the block
Where everybody air-forced-out
With a new white Tee, you fresh
Nothin' phony with us, make the money, get the mansion, bring the homies with us

Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block
Used to have a little, now I have a lot
No matter where I go, I know where I came from (from the Bronx!)
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block
Used to have a little, now I have a lot
No matter where I go, I know where I came from (from the Bronx!)

>From In Living Color and movie scripts
To On the 6 to J. Lo to this headline clips
I stayed grounded as the amounts roll in
I'm real, I thought I told you
I really been on Oprah
That's just me
Nothin phony, don't hate on me
What you get is what you see

Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block
Used to have a little, now I have a lot
No matter where I go, I know where I came from (from the Bronx!)
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block
Used to have a little, now I have a lot
No matter where I go, I know where I came from (from the Bronx!)

I'm down to earth like this
Rockin this business
I've grown up so much
I'm in control and loving it
Rumors got me laughing, kid
Love my life and my public
Put God first
Then can't forget to stay real
To me it's like breathing

Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block
Used to have a little, now I have a lot
No matter where I go, I know where I came from (from the Bronx!)
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block
Used to have a little, now I have a lot
No matter where I go, I know where I came from (from the Bronx!)

It take hard work to cash checks
So don't be fooled by the rocks that I got, now assets
You get back what you put out
Even if you take the good route
Can't count the hood out
After a while, you know who to blink with
Just keep it real with the ones came in with
Best thing to do is stay low, LOX and J.Lo
Act like they don't, but they know

Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block
Used to have a little, now I have a lot
No matter where I go, I know where I came from (from the Bronx!)
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block
Used to have a little, now I have a lot
No matter where I go, I know where I came from (from the Bronx!)
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block
Used to have a little, now I have a lot
No matter where I go, I know where I came from (from the Bronx!)
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block
Used to have a little, now I have a lot
No matter where I go, I know where I came from (from the Bronx!)



    
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Posted on Dec 6, 2002, 4:40 PM

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Work IT Remix

by Missy f/ 50 Cents

sent by: Impact (thanx dawg)

[scratching] DJ please, pick up your phone
I'm on the request line [scratching]

[50 Cent]
G U-nit!

[Missy]
This is a Missy Elliot one time exclusive (Come on)

[Chorus]
Is it worth it, let me work it
I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it
("I put my thing down, flip and reverse it" - [backwards 2X])
If you got a big [elephant], let me search ya
To find out how hard I gotta work ya
("I put my thing down, flip and reverse it" - [backwards 2X])

[50 Cent (Missy)]
(REMIX) Unh Yeah
Now Missy she too much for me (I'm freaky)
She took me to to the crib man, she told me (eat me)
Now my babymama I told her ass not to beat me
Her broke ass wanna fight, Missy know how to treat me
She sitting on cash, she got money out the ass
Gave her them back shots and got money out her ass
Now you can see me in the coupe like WHAT
Next time I'll hit her in that G5 TRUCK
I've got the magicstick, I can go for hours
From the bed to the floor, to the sink to the shower
With her back to the bed and her legs to the sky
I can go hard, know why, big girls don't cry
I had visions of Missy with her money by the tub
Ching! Ching! Jackpot, I think I'm in love
I'm looking for Missy now so I can get my back rubbed
This the shit she hollered in my ear before we left the club

[Missy]
I'd like to get to know ya, so I can show ya
Put the pussy on ya, like I told ya
Gimme all your numbers so I can phone ya
Your girl acting stank than call me ov-ah
Not on the bed, lay me on your sofa
Call before you come, I need to shave my cho-cha
You do or you don't or you will or you won't cha
Go downtown and eat it like a vul-cha
See my hips and my tips don'tcha
See my ass and my lips don'tcha
Lost a few pounds in my whiffs for ya
This the kinda beat that go wa-ta-ta
Ra-ta-ta-ta, ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
Sex me so good I say blah-blah-blah
Work it! I need a glass of wat-ah
Boy oh boy its good to know ya

[repeat chorus]

[Verse 2]
If you're a fly gyal, get your nails done
Get a pedicure, get your hair did
Boy lift it up, lets make a toast-ah
Lets get drunk, its gon bring us clos-ah
Don't I look like a Halle Berry post-ah?
See dem Belvedere playin tricks on ya
Girlfriend wanna be like me nev-ah
You won't find a bitch that's even bett-ah
I make it hot as Las Vegas weath-ah
Listen up close while I take you backwards
("Watch the way Missy like to take it backwards" - [backwards])
I'm not a prostitute but I can give you whatchu want
I love your braids and your mouth full of funk
Love the way my ass ba-bump ba-bump bump
Keep your eyes on my ba-bump ba-bump bump
And think you can handle this ga-donk ga-donk donk
Take my thong off and my ass go boom
Cut the lights off so you see what I can do

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Boys, boys, all type of boys
Black, white, Puerto Rican, Chinese boys
{??} thanga thang, {??} thanga thang
Girls, girls, get that cash
If its 9 to 5 or shakin ya ass
Ain't no shame ladies, do your thang
Just make sure you ahead of tha game

Just cause I got a lot of fame sup-ah
Prince couldn't get me change my name papa
Kunta Kinte, enslave a game, no sir
Picture black sayin, "Oh yessuh massa"
Picture Lil' Kim dating a pastor
Minute man, big men can outlast ya
Who is the best? I don't have to ask ya
When I come out, you won't even matt-ah
Why you act dumb like ughhh, duh
So you act dumb like ughhh, duh
And the drummer boy go pa-rum pa-pum pum
Give ya some some some of this Cinnabon

[Chorus]

To my fellas, ooooh
Good God, I like the way you work that
[scratching]
To my ladies, woo
You sure know how to work that, good God



    
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Posted on Dec 6, 2002, 4:37 PM

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The Sauce **UNRELEASED**

by Eminem

"The Sauce"

[Eminem talkin']
Its all bad now man, its all bad
But yal done fucked up now
Yeah ha ha, new shit, hey yo
I just want the whole world to know:
That I did not start this, but I will finish it

[Verse]
Comin up it never mattered was color you was
If you could spit then you could spit, thats it, thats what it was
Back when, motherfuckers was straight back packin
Cypherin, fightin for life in this rap
for the mic to get past and you psyched and you gasped
and you hyped cuz you last and you might whoop some ass
If you lost then you lost shake hands like a man
and you swallowed it, when the unsigned hype column
at The Source was like, the only source of light
When the mics used to mean somethin, a four was like
you were the shit, now its like the least you get
three and a half now just means you a piece of shit
four and a half or five, means you Biggie, Jigga, Nas,
or Benzino I dont think you even realize
you playin with motherf*ckers lives, I dont watched Dre
get fucked on The Chronic, probably cuz I was on it
Now you fucked me outa my mics twice I let it slide
I said I wouldnt hold my fucken breath to get a five
Shit I was right, Ida fuckin died already tryin
I swear to God I never lie I bet thats why
you let that bitch give me that bullshit review
I sat and took it, I aint look at the sh*t we knew
You'd probly try to fuck us with Obie and 50 too
Fuck a relationship we through
No more Source with street cred, them days is dead
Dre's got A-Ks to dave mase's head
Every issue there's an eight page Made-Mens spread
Will somebody please tell whoever braids his head
That I am not afraid, hes just a fuckin waste of lead
on my pencil, for me to write some shit this simple
So listen closely, as I break it down and proceed
This old Gs bout to get smoked like raw weed
You dont know me or my motherfuckin mother you motherfuckin punk
Put me on your motherfuckin cover to sell your little sell out mag
I aint mad I feel bad, heres an ad, heres a poster of Ray-Ray and his dad
You wanna talk about some shit that you dont know about? ya
Lets talk about how your puttin you own son out there
To try to eat off him, cuz you missed your boat
Your never gonna float bitch your just too old
No wonder your sore now ?? your bored now
Im pushin thirty your kickin fourty's door down
Bitch this is war now, and youl never beat me
all you do is cheat me out of quatables but you know
that youl always see me on your TV
Cuz you gotta stay up till three in the mornin
To see your video played once on BET
So he-he-he who gets the last laugh?
Aftermath ya so on behalf on our whole staff
kiss our ass-hole cracks we'll never fold or hold back
Just know that Benzinos wack
no matter how many times I say his name, hell never blow jack
Your better off tryin to bring R-S-O back
Look at your track record thats how far it goes back
Its extortion ?? proportion
so half of the staff up there is fresh outa jail from boston
Bullyin and bossin, caged like a slave they've completely brainwashed him
And forced him to stay locked in his own office afraid of the softest
fakest, wannabe gangster in New York
And its pitiful, cuz I never woulda said sh*t to you if you'd kept your mouth shut
B*tch now what? get a clue, spit it slay
New sh*t, exclusive ?? whoo kid
You know what to do with this: use it
Im through, this is stupid, I cant believe I stooped to this
bullshit to do this...

And who you callin a bitch? Bitch. You owe me.




    
This message has been edited by tidepoetry on Jan 9, 2003 2:11 PM

Posted on Dec 6, 2002, 4:19 PM

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Nail In The Coffin **Unreleased**

by Emienm

Artist: EMinem
song: N.I.T.C.
Album: only availble on bootlegs
sent by: Impact (thanx dawg)

[Eminem]
This motherfucker here, just wont shut up will you?
Talk about I owe you, bitch you owe me
Promote me right now
Man lets put the nail in his coffin

[Chorus]
I dont want to be like this
I dont really want to hurt no feelins
But Im only bein real when I say nobody wants to hear their grandfather rap
Old men have heart attacks
and I dont want to be responsible for that so
Put the mic down and walk away
You can still have a little bit of dignity

[verse 1]
I would never claim to be no great Benzino
an 83 year old fake Pachino
So how can he hold me over some balcony
without throwin his lower back out as soon as he goes to lift me
Please dont, youl probably fall with me
and our asses will both be history
But then again youl finnally get your wish
cuz youl be all over the street like 50 Cent
Fuckin punk pussy fuck you chump
gimme a one-on-one see if I dont fuck you up
Tryin to jump the Ruff Ryders and they cut you up
And you put Jada on a track thats how much you suck
duck in the industry, swear that you in the streets hustlin
You sit behind a fuckin desk at The Source butt-kissin
and beggin motherfuckers for guest appearences
and you can even get the clearances cuz real lyricists
dont even respect you or take you serious
Its not that we dont like you, we hate you - period
Talk about a mid-life crisis damn
last week you was shakin Obie Trice's hand
Now hes a busta? What the fucks with that?
Get on a track dissin us kissin 50's ass
and askin me what I know about inditements-bite me
bitch I got two cases, and probation - fight me!
What do I know about standin in front of a judge like a man
ready to take whatever sentence he hands
What you know about your wife slicin her wrists
right in front of the only thing you have in this world - a little girl?
And I put that on her, when this is all over
I would never try to make her a star and eat off her
I dont know shit about no shoppin rocks
But what you know about hip-hop shops rockin spots?
When your the only white boy in that bitch just rippin
pressin up your own flyers and your stickers stickin
them bitches up after spendin six hours at Kinkos
Just makin copys of your covers of casette singles
and sell them out the trunk of your Tracer
Spendin your whole paycheck at Disc Makers
What you know about bein bullied over half your life?
Oh thats right, you know what thats like, your half white
Vanilla Ice,spill the beans and rice, Im eaten you alive inside
Jesus Christ, if your that much of a gangster, put the mic down
You should be out killin motherfuckers right now
Kill a motherfucker dead, kill'em dead bitch
Shoot'em in the fuckin head, go ahead bitch
Slap my mom, slap the f*ck outa her!
She cant sue you, she wouldnt get a buck out of you
Cuz your broke as fuck you suck your a fuckin joke
If you was really sellin coke, well then what the fuck
you stop for dummy? If you slew some crack
you'd make alot more money than you do from rap
You never had no security, you'll never be famous
You'l never now what its like to be rich, lifes a bitch aint it?
Raymond, here, let me break this shit down in lamens
terms for you just to make sure that you can understand this
and Canibus they usin too many complicated fuckin words for you
Here then let me slow it down for you
so you can understand if I say it slower:
Let it go dawg it's over

[Chorus]

[Eminem talkin]
Haha
Talkin bout I have motherfuckers callin your crib
bitch you aint even got a fuckin crib
You aint even got a fuckin phone, fuckin punk
Threatened to shut me down at your little fuckin Source magazine
if I come back then you would attack me, bitch you attacked me first
take it like a man and shut the fuck up
and fuck your little magazine too
I dont need your fuckin magazine, I got XXL number anywayz
And yall cant stand it cuz there gettin bigger than yall
oh, and by the way, howed I look on the VMAs?
When you was watchin me from whatever fuckin TV you was watchin me from in Boston
The mean streets of Boston, fuckin sissy
Like you got us scared in the motherfucker, suck our motherfuckin dicks
Oh, and for those thats dont know, dont get it twisted yo, the Source has a white owner



    
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Posted on Dec 6, 2002, 4:12 PM

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Do That..(dance)

by Baby f/ P. Diddy

Artist: Baby (AKA the #1 Stunna) f/ Mannie Fresh, P. Diddy, Tateeze
Album: Birdman
Song: Do That...
Typed by: Yo_Wifey@hotmail.com

[Intro: P. Diddy]
C'mon now, c'mon now
Cash Money, Bad Boy baby
Let's go

[Baby]
Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Pretty lady go on do dat dance (c'mon now, let's go)
Sexy momma go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance (c'mon now)
Make it move for me baby (do you like dat daddy?)
Make it jingle for me baby (do you like dat daddy?)
Touch it down to the floo' (do you like dat daddy?)
Pick it up and let's go (do you like dat daddy?)

[Baby]
See I walk through the club wit my Prada on
Vallet to da keys cuz tha cars so strong
Twenty four whoooo, mami know too
Ballas come through tha side doo' wit they crew
I went left and Puff went right
Plus we had on all that ice
I had a bald chick he had one too
I had a mink on she had one too

[P. Diddy talking]
Hey Birdman hold up a second
You see them ladies over there?
Them ladies singing that thing, ladies sing
Yeah, I like that there
Finish what you were saying

[Baby]
I bought tha bar out so he bought tha bar too
It ain't nothin to a balla mami do what we do
Pimp game wear big rings
Birdman drive a red Range

[Chorus: Baby]
Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Pretty lady go on do dat dance (c'mon now, let's go)
Sexy momma go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance (c'mon now, let's go)
Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Pretty lady go on do dat dance (c'mon now, let's go)
Sexy momma go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do that dance (c'mon now)
Make it move for me baby (do you like dat daddy?)
Make it jingle for me baby (do you like dat daddy?)
Touch it down to the floo' (do you like dat daddy?)
Pick it up and let's go (do you like dat daddy?)
Make it move for me baby (do you like dat daddy?)
Make it jingle for me baby (do you like dat daddy?)
Touch it down to the floo' (do you like dat daddy?)
Pick it up and let's go (do you like dat daddy?)

[P. Diddy]
Now shake it fast, watch yo'self
Ma show me what you workin wit twurk dat thang
Bounce like dat girl work that thang
Make a pimp wanna hurt that thang
Stop frontin ma and do dat dance
Make yo knees touch ya elbows and do dat dere
What you got dere? Bend ova show that tattoo right there
Jus shake it, shake it, break it, break it
Now look at you momma, oooohh, high cut
I see from behind ya, oooohh, she's all that
Baby you a designa wit a, coach bag
Wit a scarf around it wit a, coach hat
Smack it up, slap it up, let me turn it up
Til you steam and you scream, I'm burnin up
On tha scene I seen her doin the butt
Keep doin what your doin to her, let's go

[Chorus]

[P. Diddy]
I see you lookin at me momma like you could, drop somethin
Keep lookin at me momma cause you a, hot somethin
Girl shake it around, like you got somethin
No playin around momma, stop frontin

[Baby]
I see what you doin mami, um hum
I like the way you move mami (*bird sounds*)
Me and Diddy could buy you a car, ma
Me and Diddy could make you a star, ma
See those? Let's go
Tell hot get them broads I'll bring 'em to the car show
Wipe a pimp down, touch the floo'
Bend ova pop it love, show me what'cha know

[Chorus]


Posted on Dec 3, 2002, 11:17 AM

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Rock the Party (Remix)

by Benzino f/ Lil' Kim, Petey Pablo

Artist: Benzino f/ Lil' Kim, Petey Pablo
Album: Rock the Party Remix 12"
Song: Rock the Party (Remix)
Typed by: AccessKimmie@yahoo.ca *

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[Intro: Benzino] + (Lil' Kim)
Ayo (Benzino where you at?)
It's Yellowman, Benzino wanna rock the party
And we gonna bring this to the after party
Queen Bee wanna rock the party
Uh, uh, oh (Oh my God)
Yeah (Benzino where you at?)
(Bounce) Yellow City gonna rock the party
(This is the G-Mix)
Young Hef wanna rock the party, Petey Pablo
Yellow City, yea

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
It's your girl Queen Bee with the poisoness sting
Chinchilla draggin' with the diamond G-String
Bouncin' on Lorenzos I'm the Bee with the wings
Who the fuck want what? (What?)
Bettin' it all at the crap tables, rip the casino
From Vegas to Reno, me and Benzino
We gonna rock the party and drink Bacardi, all damn night
Awww watch me shake my ass like a fresh bowl of jelly
Quite Bootylicious like Beyonce and Kelly
Love to see guys with tattoos on they belly
Let's get nasty from the car to the telly
Ooh, I got my girls with me, so go get your boys
Come ride with us, we on the tour bus
If you treat us right, and you spendin' the night
Then we gon' freak

[Chorus: Benzino] + (Lil' Kim)
We gon' throw the party, rock the party
Then drink Bakardi, freak somebody
Then leave the party to the after party y'all
Now what ya'll gon' do?
(We gon' take it off, we gon' turn it out
It's hot in here, we gon' burn it out
We gon' throw that thang, we gon' back it up
Now what ya'll gon' do?)

[Verse 2 Benzino]
Benzino rock the city and you know I can't stop
Back at the lounge with a mean Diddy Bop
Shorty lookin' mean and her whole team hot
Yo' what's up? Yo' what's up with ya'll?
She sippin' cranberry with a splash of Belvedere
What? Five carot 'conia ice in my ear
Always drinkin' Coniac with ice when I'm here
... Nice
Feelin' how 'Zino put's his game to the test
36, 24, I think you know the rest
What's your secret ma? How you fit in that dress?
... Oh damn!
Now it's gettin' heated and you know what's on my mind
Me and you, outta hear, I think it's that time
Make you tap out when I creep in from behind
Now that's what's up, now everybody just

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Petey Pablo]
Hey hey hey hey
Me met a bitch of my dreams, corn jack
Come on, liquor inside my head like that
Pants saggin', Carolina hat to the back
I'm in New York City, can you hear me goddamnit
Weavin' through the traffic, shootin' usual daps
Tryna find Benzino, is it him in the back
Bring it back, porn channel X on the back
Be like hey hey hey, how'd she do that?
Pretty headed woman, with her fine self
Bow-legged cutey with her tight legs
Tryna get outta here with her friend in the black dress
Spread her hoochie coochie on my sun beam bread
Now I been sayin' to myself, Petey Petey
Get freaky, damn boy I can't even say it
And I got no need to be scared
Some things ain't supposed to be said

[Chorus]

[Bridge: Benzino] + (Lil' Kim)
Yeah, we gon' rock
Yellow City, we gon' rock
The after party, we gon' rock
(Now what ya'll gon' do?)
We gon' rock, we gon' rock tonight
Cuz a Yellow City party don't stop
Uh, we gonna rock tonight
Now what ya'll gon' do?

[Chorus to fade]


Posted on Dec 3, 2002, 11:12 AM

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When We Ride On Our Enemies

by 2Pac

Artist: 2Pac
Album: Better Dayz (Disc One)
Song: When We Ride On Our Enemies
Typed by: dj.flash@pobox.com

Fugees! Fugees and Mobb Deep tryin to diss now too huh?
Hahaha! Well I ain't prejudiced, I don't give a fuck
This is what it sounds like - when we ride on our enemies
BEYOTCH! When we ride on our enemies

[Verse One]
HEYYYY! Got some static for some niggaz on the other side of town
Let my little cousin K roll, he's a rider now
What they want from us motherfuckin thug niggaz?
Used to love niggaz now I plug niggaz, and slug niggaz
Am I wrong? Niggaz makin songs, tryin to get with us
Must be gone on stress weed, in the West we trust
To the chest I BUST! Then we ride 'til the sun come
shinin back to brighten up the sky, many die
Heard the Fugees was tryin to do me - look bitch!
I cut yo' face, this ain't no motherfuckin movie
THEN! We watch the other two die slow
Castrated entertainin at my motherfuckin sideshow
BAM! Set my plan in mo', time to exterminate my foes
I can't stand you hoes, uhh
Now label this my fuckin trick shot
My lyrics runnin all you cowards out of hip-hop
When we RIDE - on our enemies

When we ride on our enemies
I bet you motherfuckers die, when we ride, on our enemies
When we ride on our enemies
Bet all you motherfuckers die, when we ride, on our enemies

[Verse Two]
Come take a journey through my mind's eye
You crossed the game, don't explain, nigga time to die, say goodbye
Watch my eyes when I pull the trigger
So right before you die you bow before a bigga nigga, now dry yo' eyes
You was HEARTLESS on yo' hits
Niggaz love to scream peace after they start some shit - pay attention
Here's a word to those that robbed me
I murder you then I, run a train on Mobb Deep! Don't fuck with me
Nigga you're barely livin, don't you got sickle cell?
See me have a seizure on stage, you ain't feelin well, hell
How many niggaz wanna be involved?
See I was only talkin to Biggie, but I'll kill allay'all, then ball
Then tell Da Brat to keep her mouth closed
Fuck around and get tossed up, by the fuckin Outlawz
Before I leave, make sure everybody HEARD
Know I meant, EVERY MOTHERFUCKIN WORD
When we ride on our enemies

When we ride on our enemies
Make sure everybody die, when we ride, on our enemies
When we ride on our enemies, hehe
I make sure everybody die, when we ride, on our enemies


Posted on Dec 3, 2002, 11:11 AM

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Last Temptation

by Ja Rule f/ Charli Baltimore

Artist: Ja Rule f/ Charli Baltimore
Album: The Last Temptation
Song: Last Temptation
Typed by: bumpin99eclipse@yahoo.com *

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[Ja Rule]
Yeah, yeah, heh
You feel that
Can you feel that
Yall cant feel that, heh, yeah
We gonna do it like this
Real old school, shit
Take them back to the parks and shit
Do it like, we used to do it, you know
DJ Irv days, and shit

[Chorus]
Lets all get high, get out, feel free tonight
Temptations, is tempting
To have the time of your life
Lets all get high, get out, feel free tonight
Temptations, is tempting
To have the time of your life

[Ja Rule]
Come on y'all, tonight somebody sho nuff
Gon' tear the club the fuck up as soon as I hit the scene
All eyes on us, mean, and so vicious
A good nigga, bad intentions
Not to mention, them 12 engine benzes with fish lenses
We park right out front
To handle our business
The broads on the way in
Showin a little attention
Like, i fucked before but aint never call
Thats life you either love to live it
Or just live it, i live it to the limit
Champaigne finish gangsta
Image, platinum shades swingin
Then i do that 2 step that niggaz do
We dont really dance
We just rub the dick on the ass
And fill the glass with nothin but ??
And if they pop it gettin the poppin with me
Get my niggaz tonight baby, lets partaay!

[Chorus]

[Charli Baltimore]
Yo, uh
Now a party aint a party till chuck come through
Bring who? Rolled dolo jeans over Manolo's
Duke says I look better out the photos
And hotter in person, hottest when I'm cursin
Love my bitch thuggelbees
Strokin my ego, then he go
For the bubbly, nigga love me
We go to the vehicle, talk dirty
Past flirty, flight leavin at 5:30
It's hot in herre, foggin the windows
.......
Throw dat, I the designated driver
Chuck never the rider, gotta play
Passenger side beside them, whoa
Gotta be controllin when I'm rollin
Weed niggaz swollen, cock blocker
Hands on my knockers, he feelin them poppers
But Chuck never givin it up, livin it up

[Chorus] 1x

[Charli Baltimore]
Uh, Count me and My niggaz as OD'in
Rule got a bitch Korean, lap dancin
Off to the murder mansion, ride the shoulder
Benz and the Rover, Nigga we aint sober
Girl Interrupted, murder got me corrupted
With shots so that any lickin shots with the semi
Out the sunroof of the Bentley
Bottles all empty but niggaz got stashes
Never fuckin the glasses

[Ja Rule]
Ha, You know the Rule roll up in the party
Me and Charli, Ready to have them hotties
Rub up on my body, cuz after the club
Its the after set, with some pushin a little head
Is always the safe bet, she tell me V twizzy
In the Red Corvette, swervin lanes
?? a little pain and say what's my name, Rule Baby!
You know it, now lets get high
Take a ride with me tonight, yea

(Chorus) 3x

We gotta give a dance to this shit here ha-ha

Uh Murder Inc shit,
Heh, yea Rule baby
Chuck B-More, its a family affair
Can you feel it, can you feel it
You cant feel it, heh
TEMPTATIONS!

(Chorus) 1x

Come On Yall!


Posted on Dec 3, 2002, 11:10 AM

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Bump Bump Bump-

by B2k f/ P. Diddy

sent by: aashs95206@yahoo.com (thanx boo)

P. Diddy
We senden this one to all the ladies all over the world
To all my sexy mammas
C'mon c'mon c'mon
As we proceed to give you what you need
You know I like it when your body goes
Bump Bump Bump
Bad Boy B2k
Yo O talk to um playa

[Omarion]
I like your little sexy style
Love it when you getten wild
When your in the club with me
Girl you need to be in magizines
With a crown on your necklace
Cause yous a ghetto queen
Like bling bling bling
The way you shaken that sexy oh
Body shaped like an hour glass
Girl you so fine
Want to keep you to myself
Want it me and no body eles
That do the things we do
Baby there is something that I need you to do

[Corus X1]
Baby turn around
And let me see
That sexy body go
Bump Bump Bump

That is all I want to see
Baby show me

Baby turn around
And let me see
That sexy body go
Bump Bump Bump

The way you thrown
That thang at me
I can't take it
Baby

[Omarion]
I love it when you teas'n me
Gonan have to start pleas'n me
Wile we on this floor
You shaken it round and round
I like the way you put down
You maken me scream for more
Put your 2 way next to mine
Baby hit me any time
You and me behine close doors
You about to be my main squeez
Take trips and shoopin sprees
Girl just come with me
Mamma go head and do the damn thang

[Corus X2]

[P.Diddy]
Dance for nothin mommy
Plans for shaken by me
Get on the floor
Make it buck more
Shake it mommy
Let's ride, i'm your
Clyde you can be my Bonnie
See you the type for me
Mommy so right for me
Man she can move it
Love when she dance to the music
Make me want to stand like a pool stick
Clap my hands to the music
Just a simple touch make me lose it
Girl that's enough stop movin
I bump that
I pump that
Girl bring it to me
Bump that
I want that
Girl sing it with me like
Da da da da da da
Da da da da da da
So lets do it again mommy
You and a friend mommy
Money aint a thing
Look what I got to spend mommy
Put up your hands for me
Thats how you dance for me
Shake it like you can honey
Take you from your man mommy

[Corus X4]











    
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Posted on Nov 23, 2002, 9:37 PM

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Satisfaction

by Eve

Artist: Eve
Album: Eve-olution
Song: Satisfaction
Typed by: ImJusABabiBoi@aol.com *

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[Verse 1]
Now I'ma do this thing like it ain't done before
Never leave the game stranded, I had to give more
I'ma give you what you want, what you waitin' for?
Make the music that the people can't ignore
A lotta niggas is bitches, a lotta bitches be trippin'
A lotta them be wishin' that they was in my position
A lotta niggas be cowards and most chicks be chickens
Fuck 'bout the CLUCK! CLUCK! Eve ain't trippin'
Most dudes is okay (Half of the rest ain't)
Talkin' 'bout what they wanna do (Reality they can't)
Ask 'em what they life worth, watch 'em draw a blank
I really ain't got no interest if it don't involve the bank
Most of the time I'm nice to 'em (Half the time I'm not)
It ain't nothin' new though (Learned it from off the block)
People think I changed much 'cuz I'm livin' good
Now they get my voicemail, hear them callin' me rude?
Sometimes I feel bad (Most of the time I don't)
'Cuz if I don't protect my shit (Other niggas won't)
Some want me to neglect my shit (Take it for a joke?!)
But I'm stayin' on the grind (Never goin' back to broke)

[Chorus]
Anything I want
I'ma get it 'cuz I know I need it
It's Evey comin' and I know you heated
Anything I need
Gotta have it, bet I'm gonna grab it
Ain't nothin' better than the satisfaction
Everything I am
Just because I had to make it happen
They never thought that I would make it rappin'
Anything I need
Gotta have it, bet I'm gonna grab it
Ain't nothin' better than the satisfaction

[Verse 2]
Now I'ma do this thing like it ain't done before
Never leave the game stranded, I had to give more
I'ma give you what you want, what you waitin' for?
Make the music that the people can't ignore
See how we do this thing dog, here we go again
Dre and Bombshell, don't you love how it blend?
Radio stations, DJ's they spin
Told y'all determined to win
You tryina enter through the back door?
Ain't nothin' happenin', this whole shit is my shit bitch and I'm the captian
Can't beat me join me baby then get to clappin'
Bang it in ya whip to get ya neck snappin'
I know you hopin' that I rest so you can breathe
Stressed when we in the same places 'till I leave
Whisper to they friends what they wanna do to me
Wish they could erase me, take away the air I breathe
And I feed 'cuz that shit only give me hunger pains
Never let you muhfuckas put out my flame
Ready for whatever, was trained to maintain
And I always been a savage 'bout the fame
Separate the girls from the women and the winnin'
Always knew the thrill was worth it from the beginnin'
Baby what's the deal I'm hurtin' 'em how I'm livin'
I gotta conquer it all now the world's my wishin'

[Chorus]
Anything I want
I'ma get it 'cuz I know I need it
It's Evey comin' and I know you heated
Anything I need
Gotta have it, bet I'm gonna grab it
Ain't nothin' better than the satisfaction
Everything I am
Just because I had to make it happen
They never thought that I would make it rappin'
Anything I need
Gotta have it, bet I'm gonna grab it
Ain't nothin' better than the satisfaction

[Verse 3]
Ain't nothin' hotter than this heat y'all, it's like a magnet
I don't really mess wit too many 'cuz they be plastic
That's it enjoy it boy, it's like magic
Anything less than a banger will not have it
Still I Ruff Ryde but I got my team
And we ain't goin' nowhere 'till we lock the game
But in the mean time ball while we live the dream
And now I need to hear y'all sing

[Chorus 2x]
Anything I want
I'ma get it 'cuz I know I need it
It's Evey comin' and I know you heated
Anything I need
Gotta have it, bet I'm gonna grab it
Ain't nothin' better than the satisfaction
Everything I am
Just because I had to make it happen
They never thought that I would make it rappin'
Anything I need
Gotta have it, bet I'm gonna grab it
Ain't nothin' better than the satisfaction


Posted on Nov 18, 2002, 2:07 PM

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Daddy Get That Cash

by Styles f/ Lil' Mo

Artist: Styles f/ Lil' Mo
Album: A Gangster and a Gentleman
Song: Daddy Get That Cash
Typed by: chanedogg@hotmail.com

[Lil' Mo]
Styles P...
It's Lil' Mo, holla at me
Get that cash daddy

[Styles]
If it's you versus me - think about it
They gon yell my name when they announce the winner
And I ain't bout to sell much
I got my honeys on the plane but the birds flyin south for the winter
Go get ya self familiated
I'm so gangsta that, just know'n myself makes me affiliated
What chu think honey hold 'em hammers for?
So she can spend 10 cent at Jill Sander store?
We gon' hit Rodeo drive on Beverly Hills
Though I love her, so I'm spendin like 70 bills
I bringin what she be on went, keep ya payroll big
Light a blunt, and just beg me to chill
Ain't a player but my life is real all of the time
So she went and copped a gun a little smaller than mine
That's a down ass chick, and she keep it real
So I'ma keep it real back all of the time

[Chorus: Lil' Mo (Styles)]
Daddy gotta get that cash (I'm gonna get it, I'm gonna get it)
Daddy gotta get that cash (I'm gonna get it, I'm gonna get it)
Daddy gotta get that cash (I'm gonna get it, I'm gonna get it)
Daddy gotta get that cash (I'm gonna get it, I'm gonna get it)

[Styles]
Daddy go and get that cash
Go and get the black suit, grab the burner plus get that match
She said "Tell my where you goin"
It's no doubt I'm comin in
Cause she could fit a little 9 or a 22
right inside her bra or Calvin Klein underwear
Mami you could stay home and bag up the work
I'm just goin out to play chrome or nag up a jerk
If I kiss it then the heart'll melt
Listen dogg, you don't understand the work
that she carry in the garter belt
No doubt I love her, I'ma tell you the truth
But dont' get it fucked up, and get fucked up
Only thing sweet about P is his tooth
And she could sleep with another dude
She gon tell me where the safe at
the coke at, how to rob his mother too
"Daddy go and get that cash"...
That's what my honey holla'd out every time I hit that ass

[Chorus]

[Styles]
Since you helped daddy get that cash
You get the condo and the mink, and the ring and the gift wrapped Jag
And you still got the bomb head, I pay the phone and the rent
But keep it real Boo, you pay the Conair
If I get knocked, she in the VI room
With some money on my books, give weed to a nigga
Don't worry about shit, cause I be out soon
No doubt that's my Booby-cat
She drop my bricks off right on Broadway
and she go and get a doobie wrapped
Lookin at the God like we oughta elope
One pop for the pasta, one pop for the coke
Holiday Styles, dick one shot for the dough
And it's sorta like we Bonnie and Clyde
I load the ouie up, she gon roll the gouie up, then mami abide
And she said "Daddy get that cash"
She know I would but had no idea that I would skip that fast

[Chorus]


Posted on Nov 18, 2002, 2:06 PM

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Full Mode

by Noreaga

Artist: Noreaga (N.O.R.E.)
Album: God's Favorite
Song: Full Mode
Typed by: aftamath@comcast.net *

* send corrections to the typist

[Intro]
Oh, yeah, yeah
Hahahahahahahahaha
Oh, We ain't gon stop
Oh, Militainment, (gangsta nigga), Militainment

[Chorus x2]
I hit you till you drop, (What?) I hit you till you shake (What?)[x3]
Niggas and bitches (What?) shake ya body till it break (What?)

YO, yo, yo...

[Verse 1]
Ayyo, dude's mad, (What?) been in this game for a while (Bitch)
I been, mindin my business sellin cane for a while (That's what happened?)
I can freestyle, but I ain't do it for for a while (Wow)
Hate dude, Slime been hatin for a while (Oh no no)
Shit, coups, sedans, trucks, and drops for a while (You ballin)
But meanwhile, I been good for a while (What happened?)
Just left the hood, was in the hood for a while (You are the man)
Been fuckin these bitches, gettin pussy for a while (Boy, watch ya back)
Boy, watch ya mouth, you been cursin for a while (Yeah)
It's a big show, you been rehearsin for a while
Smash records, they makin hits for a while (That's true)
Used to be, hand-in-hand in the hood for a while (That's true too)
Used to call Miss Cleo, but I ain't call her in a while (That's right)
Used to be in the strip club, been drunk for a while (That's true)
Now I'm like Joe, and stay home for a while (Okay now)
Mami, let's while out and have some fun for a while (Let's go)

[Chorus x2]

Yo, yo, yo...

[Verse 2]
Who is this?
The half-Spanish bliddack (Uh huh), NORE i got a minat (Oh, man)
Get found wit 34 to ya chest its like Shid-aq (Huh?)
Ya girl a (?), straight Slime been tryna get at (I heard that)
I told her stop callin my phone, its just a riddap
I smoke bogeys, all day like 2-piddac (Smokin)
And smoke weed, and get drunk but no criddack
Guns go boom, the thing's jammed its like did-dat
Sounds like klit-at-klat-k-klat-klit-at
Still hold biddack, but really you need to sliddack (I know)
My team already diggin ya grave, (For what?) for ya niddap
And chicks love the dick, especially from the biddack
Have 'em sayin, Ohhhh NORE, and all th-that
Magnum XLs, but I mean its too thinnat
Oscar Lopez, it's revolutionary rizzap
The Lord gave me the willpower to bust Gizzat
This is my year, y'all niggas should hold bizzack

[Chorus x2]

Homey, open ya eyes and be alert when
The thing get to stutterin, and spittin, and squirtin
Holes in ya body by the time you pull ya heat out
Holes so big, man, ya heart and kidney leak out
I'm motivated by, cars and chains (Uhh)
And innovative ways (Uhh), to rock cocain (Uhh)
38, baby Tek, gloves, and scully (Uhh)
Niggas, watch yaself, I'm too damn gully
-----
If all dogs go to Heaven, yo, and if thats so
Let's shoot, dawg, them all, yo let's see if we go
I got some low (?) booth or video, for my niggy though
Gave it to Athena, came right back for shiggy though
Wasn't really though, I just signed a new deally-o
Makin more money, now this bitch is in my video
Idiot niggas, call them niggas o-idio
Now they makin collect calls like Arsenio

[Chorus x2]


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Make it Clap

by Busta Rhymes

Artist: Busta Rhymes f/ Spliff Star
Album: Make it Clap 12"
Song: Make it Clap
Typed by: Gemini_2050@hotmail.com *

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[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Just make it clap, just make it clap
Ay yo we 'bout to take everybody from every street
And throw a party in the Grand Canyon, come on!!!
Ah ha, yeah yeah, uh ah uh, yeah yeah, ah, ah, ah
Flipmode baby, yeah, check it out

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Hey! Hey! Ain't no fakin the fluid
Water drippin off asses of women that's shakin it too it
While I'm takin you through it, no mistakin my crew is
Flipmode baby!!! got you actin all stupid
Now I'm back in the cupid, just to tell you the truth is
Them niggas that be havin you blacken and ready to lose it
Pushin lambos and harley rockin Roberto Cavalli (Huh!)
Now I got a new hobby diamonds and tattoos and bodies
Watch me crash through the party, go 'head and spaz girl
Tatoo in the name of my click across yo' ass girl
We 'bout to blast girl, from here to Albuquerque
Like jamaican niggas rockin big chains in socker jerseys
Take you on hotter journeys, the way we put it down
And be hittin be havin you shittin more than a box of hersheys
We come to control it we come to command it
And just for the record we always come to set a new standard
Act like you know

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Incase you ain't know and incase you ain't heard
And if you want us to set it just give me the word
This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin them birds
To all my shorties wigglin they shakin they curves
Just make it clap, Just make it clap, Just make it clap
Just make it clap

[Verse 2: Spliff Star]
See you a hot little mama it's only right that I holla
Love your face love your smile love that ass in a Prada
Make it, bounce up and down like the six four impalla
Turn around wiggle it like you shakin it for dollars
Girl your skin tone pretty and you love top wear Vickey
Sport Gucci and Gabbana when you love the world is sticky
Got a, crib in the city with a cherry eight fifty
We could cruise down the avenue and shop till you dizzy
Throw some karats in your pinky have your neck and wrist blingy
I could bless you with it all boo but never say gimme
We can, pop yellow bottles push whips in all models
Vroom vroom on the Calisport instead of Gucci goggles
I'm a fly little nigga boo enough for you to dig it boo
Hit me up later we can go somewhere and kick it boo
The name is Spliff baby I'll make you man hate me
Cause my shit's steak and gravy plus my pipe gettin crazy baby

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Incase you ain't know and incase you ain't heard
And if you want us to set it just give me the word
This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin them birds
To all my shorties wigglin they shakin they curves
Just make it clap, Just make it clap, Just make it clap
Just make it clap

[Bridge: Busta Rhymes]
I say come on if your ready, we wylin all night
We make you feel good, make you feel right
See they drunk off of the henny, niggas wanna fight
Shit these bitches be wearin be fittin real tight
Niggas up in the club, niggas outside
Bag a couple bitches, bring 'em in inmtside
Shorty dodgin and dippin, shorty tryin to hide
Busy dodgin a nigga because she wanna ride, come on if ya....

[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
All ready we come to muscle y'all women
Come on, rastle and try to hastle and hustle y'all women
Come on, you you you you see how we bubble y'all women
Come on, dibble and dabble how we be lovin y'all women
Come on

[Spliff Star]
Let's get it on and let me hit it with my fitted on
Never mind a slow jam pump one of Biggie's songs
Strip, yell or purr her off show me that butter soft
Open wide ma swallow when I let it off, yo

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Incase you ain't know and incase you ain't heard
And if you want us to set it just give me the word
This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin them birds
To all my shorties wigglin they shakin they curves
Just make it clap, Just make it clap, Just make it clap
Just make it clap

[Outro]
Just make it clap, Just make it clap, Just make it clap
Just make it clap


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100% Hater Proof

by The Unit f/ Queen Latifah

Artist: The Unit f/ Queen Latifah
Album: 100% Hater Proof
Song: 100% Hater Proof
Typed by: Noitacguht@aol.com *

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[Chorus]
When I come through in the drop, why they lookin' surprised?
There they go again, them haters
And I can tell that they hatin' from the look in their eyes
There they go again, them haters
And I can tell from the stares when they look at my team
There they go again, them haters
They admirin' the jewels and they notice the gleam
There they go again, them haters

[Verse 1]
(Hater proof)
I'm sittin' here tryin' to figure out, is it your job to ride dick?
Or you just don't like me and wanna hate on Rah shit
Or you really don't know what you doin'
But you just doin' what you usually be doin'
You a hater, it comes naturally
I'm on some Mary Blige shit, no hater way
Yo hater way, get your ass kicked like a 8 away
(I'm dead serious)
In Hollywood with Queen Lah, can't hate on my shit
23s on the Caddy, can't hate on my whip, c'mon

[Verse 2]
Is it because I don't need music to get money, y'all hate me?
Or you mad cuz I been eatin' since y'all was babies?
I'ma grown ass woman, quit playin', haters all in my biz
Prayin' that Dana won't do it again
What you mad cuz I been holdin' it down with Shakim?
And you switch managers every year but still they not him
We got TV on lock down, whole Unit hot now
Billboard Number 1, I'm claimin' my spot now

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Yo they see the way I move in the drop
I cruise through the stop sign, movin' through ya block
My shoes and my watch, I'm Gucci to the socks
Y'all niggas hate me
I'm cool and I'm hot, chain feel like AC
Basically none can wit' P, you stuck in three
I'm fifth gear, locked man wrist wear
Shit yeah, demolishin' the game
But don't worry, I plan to retire in six years

[Verse 4]
Another day, time pass baby, y'all still hatin', it's all good
It's my turn, I'm takin', but cousin, it's still hood
Money ain't change shit except the jewels and the whips
The zeroes at the end of my deposit slips
I'm still street, it's in me, don't force it outta me
Cuz when I street sweep the heat swing rapidly
Life's so- I just learned when no one gimme shit
I struggle to burn to earn this life

[Chorus]

[Verse 5]
Playa bench, listen
Haters with no money, they see me, it's so funny
I start fillin' six, start throwin' up money
Ballin', yo I'm addicted, I just can't stop
When the cops yell "Freeze" I show 'em the watch
Then I hop out the drop and there ain't no beef
Ice grillin' all the time, I got platinum teef
Now everybody hollerin' "Louis 13th"
And I don't mean to toot my own horn but beep beep

[Verse 6]
They 'magine the donuts and I get crazier cash
Leave 'em sleepin' wit' the fishes like Hanks and the splash
Hate the size of the watch and the way that it flash
Hey buddy, look out front, that's a Jag for you ass
I'm talkin' the whole nine, wood grain in the dash
And honest, you can get the whole nine, talk trash
Rappers get ate fast, and when I say "ate fast"
I mean pullin' the pistol and givin' 'em 8 fast

[Chorus]

100% hater proof
100% hater proof
100% hater proof


Posted on Nov 12, 2002, 1:39 PM

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Funky Fresh Dressed (Ready to Party)

by Missy Elliott f/ Ms. Jade

Artist: Missy Elliott f/ Ms. Jade
Album: Under Construction *
Song: Funky Fresh Dressed
Typed by: hanifrobinson@hotmail.com

* second single, send corrections to the typist

[Intro: Missy]
This is a Misdemeanor exclusive
If your radio is experiencing any kind of difficulties
Turn the volume up
Yes, turn the volume up
Yes, turn the volume up
This is an exclusive (Turn the volume up)

[Verse 1: Missy]
It's very necessary, on the contray
No you do not scare me, is you drinkin' Bloody Mary?
But shit, you betta hurry, before I have to bury
My attitude is bitchy, cuz my period is heavy
I used to drive a Chevy, put twenties on that baby
My nigga was the shit, but then that stupid nigga left me
And now I'm lovin' Larry, but Larry go with Terri
And Terri is a freak, but it's his baby she will carry
The life he live's a fairy, cartoon like "Tom and Jerry"
My flow is legendary and your style is temporary
Yeah, you need to worry, like Jason, it gets scary
The words that I spit don't fit in that category
Is my vision blurry? My speech is very slurry
Me without Tim is like Jamaicans with no curry
And yes, it's necessary, so hurry, nigga, hurry
Cuz when this album drops, you whack MC's will all get burried

[Chorus]
Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party
Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up)
Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party
Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up)
Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party
Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up)
Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party
Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up)

[Verse 2: Missy]
Your style's very crummy, that's why you have no money
You always looking bummy, I don't care if you don't love me
Don't try to come before me, unless you are a dummy
Repeat, you'll lose your teeth and I would hate to call you gummy
Rainy or sunny, battle no way, honey
This not a game of Hide-and-Seek, go call ya mummy
It's about get so ugly, and I'ma keep y'all runnin'
Hiding from me, cuz you know you are weak
You ain't sayin' nothin', I keep it jumpin' jumpin'
In your Kenwoods, I'm bumpin' sumthin' in ya trunk'n
You can say I'm buggin', cuz when I come out bustin'
That's why y'all be discussin' who I like and who I'm fuckin'

Repeat Chorus

[Break: Timbaland]
C'mon, c'mon
C'mon, c'mon
C'mon, c'mon
Fickidy, uh, uh, uh
C'mon, c'mon
C'mon, c'mon

(*Beat changes)

[Verse 3: Ms. Jade]
I had a little homie named Paul Revere
Smokes blunt after blunt, guzzled 40's of beer
He would swear up and down every first of the year
He was gon' quit smokin', but he never did
Watch y'all huskey, it's about that time
Gettin' ready for the club 'round quarter til' nine
Couple bottles of hypnotic in the back of the ride
Might spit like a girl, but I hit like a guy
Me and Missy ballin' up the avenue
Funky fresh dressed to impress, we mackin' dudes
Music biz only reason I ain't jackin fools
You know bullshit walk and stackin' rules
Shit keeps drawin', the streets keep callin'
Drink til' I'm nice and uh, uh-uh, on'n
I'm bad luck, y'all mad cuz y'all suck
Please do not try to fuck with young duck
Please do not try to fuck with young duck

(*Beat switches back to original)

Repeat Chorus


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Made you Look

by Nas

Artist: Nas
Album: God's Son
Song: Made You Look
Typed by: info@aNYmeanz.com *

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*shotgun blast*
*old school break beat, thugs chant "Bravehearts!" 7X*

[Verse 1: Nas]
Uh, uh, uh, now let's get it all in perspective
For all y'all enjoyment, a song y'all can step wit'
Y'all appointed me to bring rap justice
But I ain't five-O, y'all know it's Nas yo
Grey goose and a whole lotta hydro
Only describe us as soldier survivors
Stay laced in the best, well dressed with finesse
In a white tee lookin for wifie
Thug girl who fly and talks so nicely
Put her in the coupe so she can feel the nice breeze
We can drive thru the city no doubt, but don't say my car's topless
Say the titties is out, newness here's the anthem
Put your hand up that you shoot with, count your loot wit'
Push the pool stick in your new crib, same hand that you hoop with
Swing around like you stu-pid, king'a the town, yeah I been that
You know I click-clack where you and yor men's at
Do the Smurf, do the Wop, Baseball Bat
Rooftop like we bringing '88 back

[Chorus: Nas]
They shootin'! -- Aw made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' Big/"big" money, playboy your time's up
Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?

They shootin'! -- Aw made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' Big/"big" money, playboy your time's up
Where them gangstas at? Where them dimes at?

[Verse 2: Nas]
This ain't rappin, this is Street-Hop
Now get up off your ass like your seat's hot
My live niggaz lit up the reefer
Trunk'a the car we got the streetsweeper
Don't start none, won't be none
No reason for your mans to panic
You don't wanna see no ambulances
Knock a pimp's drink down in his pimp cup
That's the way you get Timberland'd up
Let the music diffuse all attention
Ball off convention, free admission
Hustlers, dealers and killers'ca move swift
Girls get close, you'ca feel where the tool's kept
All my just-comin' homies, parolees
Get money, leave the beef alone slowly
Get out my face, you people so phoney
Pull out my waist, the eagle fo-forty

[Chorus]
*thugs chanting "Bravehearts!" over DJ scratching 4X*

[Verse 3: Nas]
I see niggaz runnin', yo my mood is real rude
I lay you out, show you what steel do
Mobsters don't box, my pump shot obliges
Every invitation to fight you punk ?
Like Pun said, "You not even en mi clasa"
Make backspins, back seat, tv plasma
Ladies lookin for athletes or rappers
Whatever you choose, whatever you do
Make sure he a thug and intelligent too
Like a real thoroughbred is, show me love
Lemme feel how the head is
Females whose the sexiest is always the nastiest
*record scratched off, Nas rhymes acapella*
And I like a little sassiness, a lotta class
Mommy reach in your bag, pass the fifth
I'm a leader, at last this a don you wit'
My nines'll spit, niggaz loose consciousness!


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**WHOLE ALBUM LYRICS ** for Simply Deep

by Kelly Rowland

Artist: Kelly Rowland
Album: Simply Deep
sent by: mc2hype@hotmail.com, 2big4u@nellyhq.com (thanx yall)

STOLE

He was always such a nice boy
The quiet one with good intentions
He was down with his brother, respectful to his mother
A good boy
But good don't get attention

One kid with the promise
The brightest kid in school, he's not a fool
Reading books bout science and smart stuff
It's not enough, no
'Cause smart don't make you cool

Well he's not invisible anymore
With his father's nine and a broken fuse
Since he walked through that classroom door
He's all over prime time news

Chorus
Mary's got the same size hands as Marilyn Monroe
She put her fingers in the imprints
At Mann's Chinese Theatre Show
She could've been a movie star
Never got the chance to go that far
Her life was stole Oh Oh, now we'll never know

They're crying to the camera
Said he never fitted in, he wasn't welcome
He'd show up to the parties we was hanging in
Some guys were putting him down, bullin' him 'round

Now I wish I would have talked to him
Gave him the time of day, not turn away
If I would've then it wouldn't maybe go this far
He'd might'a stayed at home playing angry chords on his guitar

He's not invisible anymore
With his baggy pants and his legs in chains
Since he walked through that classroom door
Everybody knows his name

Chorus

Greg was always getting net from 20 feet away
He had a tryout with the Sixahs couldn't wait for Saturday
Now we're never gonna see him slam
Flyin' as high as Kobe can
His life was stole Oh! Oh! Now we'll never know

Ya their lives were stole
Now we'll never know
We were here, all together yesterday????

______________________________________________________


EVERYTIME YOU WALK OUT THAT DOOR
(M. Feist/D. Sharpe)

VERSE :
A TABLE SET FOR DINNER ONLY JUST FOR ONE
STARING AT YOUR EMPTY CHAIR
REMEMBERING ALL OF THE CRAZY LAUGHS WE SHARED
LAST TIME YOU WERE SITTING THERE

B-SECT :
I CAN HEAR YOU VOICE STILL CALLING OUT MY NAME,
AND SMELL YOUR SCENT UPON THE PILLOW NEXT TO ME,
IMAGINING YOUR KISSES WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES,
BUT THEY DON¼T REPLACE YOU HOLDING ME



HOOK :
OUR HOUSE IS NOT A HOME WHEN I¼M ALONE HERE,
SUMMER TURNS TO WINTER WHEN YOU'RE GONE
AND ALL I SEE ARE CLOUDS OUTSIDE MY WINDOW
EVERY TIME YOU WALK OUT THAT DOOR
..

VERSE :
IN THE MORNING AS I SLOWLY WASH MY FACE
FEEL YOU, SNEAKING UP ON ME

BUT MY REFLECTION STARING TELLS ME EVERYTHING,
I¼M ALONE, YOU'RE NOT REALLY THERE

B-SECT :
I CAN HEAR YOU VOICE STILL CALLING OUT MY NAME,
AND SMELL YOUR SCENT UPON THE PILLOW NEXT TO ME,
IMAGINING YOUR KISSES WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES,
BUT THEY DON¼T REPLACE YOU HOLDING ME



HOOK :
OUR HOUSE IS NOT A HOME WHEN I¼M ALONE HERE,
SUMMER TURNS TO WINTER WHEN YOU'RE GONE
AND ALL I SEE ARE CLOUDS OUTSIDE MY WINDOW
EVERY TIME YOU WALK OUT THAT DOOR
..

BRIDGE :
I¼M NOT SAYIN THAT I JUST CAN¼T LIVE WITHOUT YOU
BUT MY LIFE IS SO MUCH BETTER WITH YOU HERE
YOU TURN DARK IN TO LIGHT AND MAKE EVERYTHING ALRIGHT
BY MY SIDE

.

REPEAT HOOK X2
_______________________________________________________



LOVE LIVES IN STRANGE PLACES
(Billy Mann/Damon Elliot/Kelly Rowland)

Clover walked in
In his baggy jeans and his Prada shoes
He had a nice shirt, nice scent, nice ice
But he's not the one--the one I'd choose
He was the type I never had
Country and thug with lots of class
Something inside me made me hesitate
So I made him wait

Didn't think he was the one to treat me right
Until he found the love I tried to hide
He said

CHORUS
LOVE LIVES IN STRANGE PLACES
IT'S THE OBVIOUS THAT NEVER SHOWS
IT JUST MIGHT FIND YOU WHEN YOU LEAST EXPECT IT
YOU'LL NEVER KNOW, YOU'LL NEVER KNOW
UNTIL YOU JUST LET GO

Now my baby sister's got a two way
And a cell phone
She's always happy when she gets a page
But that's not love, girl, that's not a home
Real love isn't digital, isn't physical
It's the one that can reach inside
And you don't know why, but it makes you whole

So if you want the one who reaches deep
Let him see the you that's underneath

CHORUS

It's in the corners of the sky
In the shadows of your mind
The unexpected suddenly
Like the child of destiny
No, you can't control the way
So just have faith

CHORUS
_______________________________________________________


HAVEN'T TOLD YOU
Jany Schella/Anders BarrÈn/Jeanette Olsson

Look in my eyes
what do you see
only me
got nothing to hide
seek and you'll find
what's on my mind

This happened so fast
not a part of my plan
so I'm leaving my heart in your hands

Chorus
Haven't told you just how much I love you
only by dreaming
I show my feelings
Haven't told you just how much I love you
time for revealing
and I will give you something too
a love from me to you

Look in my eyes
you know me so well
can't you tell
(that I'm) way into deep
I®m going down
so catch me now

It happened so fast
not a part of my plan
now I'm leaving my heart in your hands

Chorus

I feel you
everyday I breath you
every single moment from the start
I see you
constantly I feel you
you move me so
no letting go
you smile at me
my heart is yours to keep

Chorus

Have I told you baby
Oooh I love you baby
I show my feelings
and I will give you something too
a love from me to you
_______________________________________________________


CAN'T NOBODY

TRYING TO LET YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S ALL ABOUT
I KNOW YOU WANNA LEAVE
SO MANY LITTLE GAMES SILLY PEOPLE PLAY
DON'T ACT FOOLISHLY
I'M SO REAL, SO SOFT TO TOUCH
MY LOVE MY KISS SO SWEET, GLORIOUS
THE LOOK ON YOUR FACE
ANYONE CAN SEE
NO ONE DOES IT LIKE ME

CHORUS
OH NO, OH NO CAN'T NOBODY
DO IT LIKE ME, UH UH OH NO
CAN'T NOBODY DO IT LIKE ME (REPEAT)
UH UH AND GET RIGHT DOWN TO IT LIKE ME
UH UH, NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA

I KNEW YOU'D BE THE ONE TO COME OUT
YOUR WORTH, I NEED YOU PLEASE TO RELAX
I KNOW I MESSED UP BUT IF YOU LEAVE ME NOW
AIN'T NO COMING BACK, NO MORE NO ME NO YOU
NO US NO KISS NO HUGS , TELL THE TRUTH
SEE I'M THE ONLY ONE THAT CAN LOVE YOU
BABE, YOU'RE NOT THAT BIG A FOOL

CHORUS

CAN'T NOBODY BUT ME
DO THE THINGS THAT I DO
TO YOU THE THINGS THAT I DO
TO YOU (REPEAT)

_______________________________________________________


HEAVEN

I wanna love together, kissing and touching feels better
Now that I have, have you, I couldn't ask for nothing more

Like a misty breeze on a summer day
or the warmth of sun after rain, you,
always seem to balance me with your love
If you're far away I want you near might sound cliche'
But my words are so sincere can't you
taste the joy inside my tears (I'm so in love)

I've found love's treasure in this ocean of pleasure
And now that I have, have you, I won't search for anything more

Ooh love, what have you done to me
This crazy feeling I can't describe it feels like love,
It must be love, it must be love
Feels like snow caressing mountaintops
When I see your eyes from a far
All I can do is run with open arms
And love with all I got, I feel so at home when we're alone oh ...

Love, when I'm in your arms
Feels like I'm melting into you
You keep me so warm
Ooh I feel so high above
Caught a glimpse of heaven in your eyes
Thanks for showing me love (You love so good)

Baby we will grow together, this is a joint endeavor
And there's nothing I rather see, than the love in your eyes for me

Cause this feeling is so surreal, you touch me places I didn't feel
I used won't but now I will trust in love
I'm elated and overjoyed, Over this connection between a girl and boy
I was empty till you filled the void, I'm so in love

Hook repeats till fade
_______________________________________________________


MAKE YOU WANNA STAY
Verse I:

It's been a minute
We been talking on the phone
Hit me on my two way turning me on
And I'm a bout to lose my mind
Say you wanna meet me
Baby it's been way too long
Time to quit playing
Let's get it on
I'm a show you, I'm for-real, for-real

Pre Chorus:

I'm gonna make you want me
I'm gonna make you come see me, never gonna want no-one but me
I'm gonna make you come see me, never gonna want no-one but me
I'm gonna make you mine

Chorus:

Make you wanna stay baby, I'm gonna
Make you wanna stay baby, I'm gonna
Make you wanna stay baby
Make you, Make you

Verse II

Baby we been waitin, But I ain't gonna wait no more
Boy cuz what cha feel you can't ignore
(Baby you can't ignore)
Don't even deny it
We wasted too much time
I'm a bout to make you see
I'm a bout to make you mine
_______________________________________________________


LOVE/HATE

I AM SO IN LOVE
I AM SO IN HATE
I JUST CAN'T COMPREHEND IT
YOU GET ME SO HIGH
YOU GET ME SO LOW
I CAN'T SHOW WHAT I'M FEELIN
NEVER WAS THE TYPE
TO LET SOMEONE LIKE
YOU GET UNDER MY SKIN
TRIED LIKE HELL
BUT YOU DON'T CARE FOR REAL
YOU STEPPED ON MY FEELINGS

CHORUS
SEE I LOVE TO LOVE YOU BOY
AND I LOVE TO HATE YOU
BUT I GOT TO LET YOU KNOW
I'M A HAVE TO LET YOU GO

LOVE TO FEEL THE LOVE
LOVE TO HEAL FROM PAIN
IS THERE REALLY A DIFFERENCE
WONDER WHO IS RIGHT
WONDER WHO IS WRONG
I'M JUST FEELIN SOME TENSION
YOU CAN'T COMPROMISE
WE CAN'T COINCIDE
WE SHOULD REALLY BE CHILLIN
CAUSE I'VE WASTED SO MUCH TIME
LOVE IS ON THE LINE
I'VE MADE MY DECISION

IT'S USELESS TO TRY AND WORK THINGS OUT
DON'T NEED ALL OF THE STRESS
YOU'RE NOT WORTH IT
I'M TIRED OF ALL THE UPS AND DOWNS
SO GOODBYE I'M LEAVING
MADE UP MY MIND

CHORUS
_______________________________________________________


SIMPLY DEEP


IS ANYBODY HOME IN THERE?
I UNEXPECTEDLY DROPPED BY YOUR HEART
I SIMPLY WANTED YOU TO HEAR
THE CRY OF MY LOVES NEVER ENDING START
IMPOSSIBLE ESCAPING YOU
AND CIRCUMSTANCES NEVER STAND A CHANCE
SO INTRIGUED BY THE THINGS YOU DO

'CAUSE THROUGH MY EYES I VISION YOU
OHHHH
YOUR LOVE PROTECTS MY EVERY MOVE
O O O OHHHH
AND MY LIFE SWAYS TO YOUR HEART BEAT
MY EVERLASTING LOVE IS SIMPLY DEEP

EACH SECOND SPENT IS TIMELESS
WHEN I'M WITH YOU TIME SEEMS TO TAKE A REST
NO ROUTINE'S EVER LAY WITH US,
CAUSE EVERYTHING IS NEW WHEN YOU'RE IN LOVE
YOU SAY WITH ME YOU'RE NEVER LIABLE TO PAIN
NEVER LOVE ANOTHER AGAIN

CHORUS

AS I
LAY HERE IN THE MIDST OF ONGOING CREATION,
ME AS A WHOLE
CAN ONLY THINK OF YOU
AND YOU
BREATHE THE AIR THAT SURROUNDS THE EVERY MOVE I RUN
AND I NEVER SLEEP
WITHOUT ENDLESS DREAMS
OF LOVE SO DIMPLY DEEP
BETWEEN YOU AND ME

CHORUS 2X

_______________________________________________________


DILEMMA
(NELLY FEATURING KELLY ROWLAND)

I love and I need you
Nelly, I love you, I do
Need you

Chorus
No matter what I do
All I think about is you
Even when I'm with my Boo
Boy, you know I'm crazy over you

No matter what I do
All I think about is you
Even when I'm with my Boo
You know I'm crazy over you

Uh-uh-uh-uh
I met this chick and she just moved right up the block
from me
And she got the hots for me, the finest thing I need
to see
But oh, no, no, she got a man and a son, oh-oh, but
that's okay
'Cause I wait for my cue and just listen, play my
position
Like a shortstop, pick up e'rything mami hittin'
And in no time I better make this friend mine and
that's for sure
'Cause I-I never been the type to break up a happy
home
But there's something 'bout baby girl, I just can't
leave her 'lone
So tell me, ma, what's it gonna be
She said, "You don't know what you mean to me," come
on

Chorus

Uh-uh-uh-uh
I see a lot in your look and I never say a word
I know how n****s start actin' trippin' , and hate up
all the girls
And there's no way Nelly go for it
Ain't f***in' with no dame, as you could see
But I-I like your steeze, your style, your whole
demeanor
The way you come through and holler, and swoop me in
his two-seater
Now that's gangsta and I got special ways to thank ya,
don't you forget it
But it ain't that easy for you to back up and leave
him
But you and me we got ties for different reasons
I respect that and right before I turned to leave
She said, "You don't know what you mean to me," come
on

Chorus

Sing it for me, K

I love and I need you
Nelly, I love you, I do
And it's more than you'll ever know
Boy, it's for sure
You can always count on my love
Forever more, yeah, yeah

East coast, I know you're shakin' right
Down south, I know you're bouncin' right
West coast, I know you're walkin' right
('Cause you don't know what you mean to me)
Midwest, I see you swingin' right

Chorus

East coast, I know you're shakin' right
Down south, I know you're bouncin' right
West coast, I know you're walkin' right
(You don't know what you mean to me)
Midwest, I see you swingin' right

East coast, you're still shakin' right
Down south, I know you're bouncin' right
West coast, I know you're walkin' right
(You don't know what you mean to me)
Midwest, you're still swingin' right

Chorus

Yeah, yeah


East coast, I know you're shakin' right
Down south, I know you're bouncin' right
West coast, I know you're walkin' right
(You don't know what you mean to me)
Midwest, I see you swingin' right


East coast, you're still shakin' right
Down south, I know you're bouncin' right
West coast, I know you're walkin' right
(You don't know what you mean to me)
Midwest, you're still swingin' right
_______________________________________________________

BEYOND IMAGINATION

YOU SPEAK ONLY WHAT YOU HEAR
EASILY INFLUENTIAL
SO SECLUDED NO ONE'S NEAR
THIS HOME'S FULL OF RITUALS
YOUR MOTHER'S GOIN ON STRIKE
TIRED OF PREACHING SERMONS AND
FATHER'S VACATION TONIGHT
IS SOMEWHAT PERMANENT

CHORUS
I GOTTA GO
TO SOMEWHERE BEYOND IMAGINATIONS FLOW
HEAR MY TONE
IT SAYS I AM ALONE

YOUR LIFE SEEMS DYSFUNCTIONAL
IT ONLY ACTS WHAT YOU SHOW
YOU'RE YOUR OWN PSYCHIATRIST
A SLIGHT MINUTE FROM QUITTING
SHOWING SIGNS OF DEPRESSION
LIFE'S FALLING OVER AND CRASHING
YOUR HEAT BURNS THROUGH LIFE LAVA
AND RAPES YOUR PROBLEM SOLVER, NOW GO

CHORUS

A HIDEOUT
MANIFEST STABILITY
LET GO OF DOUBT
GETAWAY
NO FLAWS WILL INJECT OR EXIT MY
PRESENT PLACE
I GOTTA BURN
EXPERIENCE ONLY ALLOWS WHAT I WILL LEARN
HEAR MY TONE
IT SAYS I AM ALONE, YEAH.....

VAMP
NA, NA, NA, NA, NA
NA, NA, NA, NA, NA
NA, NA, NA

I HEAR YOUR TONE
AND YOU'RE SO NOT ALONE
YOU'RE SO NOT ALONE
_______________________________________________________

OBSESSION

I WANNA BE
THE EVERYTHING YOU NEED
THE EVERY SIGHT YOU SEE
THE CLOSEST THING TO EPIDEMIC
SLIGHTLY YOUR DISEASE
A LOVE WITHOUT A CURE
NO UNCERTAINTIES FOR SURE
THE CLOSEST THING TO ALCOHOL
THAT CALLS YOU BACK FOR MORE

YOUR SENSUAL TOUGH
IT'S ALL TOO MUCH
UNBEARING LOVE
MY OBSESSION
I SPEAK YOUR TONE
DANCE TO YOUR SONG
OF MY CONFESSION
OF MY OBSESSION

IT'S FEARFUL WHEN I
REPLAY OVER LIFE
NO EXISTING NIGHT
FEELS LIKE THIS ONE
I FEEL YOUR PRESENCE
UNDERRATES ROMANCE
NO FEAR, YOU'RE MY ONE, SLIGHT OBSESSION

YOU STAND BESIDE
AND EVERYTHING RESIDES
EVERY SURROUNDING FIGHTS
TO FALL INTO THE MOMENT, TAKE THEIR SEATS INTO THE NIGHT
AN UNEXPERIENCED HEART
IS BEGGING & IT STARTS
TO COLLECT ALL THE ELEMENTS OF LOVE
THAT'S SURE TO DRAW

HAVE YOU READ THE SURGEON'S GENERAL
TELLS ME IT'S NOT HEALTHY STILL I KNOW
MAYBE I'LL BE THE ONE TO TEACH A LESSON BABY
BUT THE FIRST STEP IS TO ADMIT MY OBSESSION BABY

HAVE YOU SEEN THE WAY I LOOK AT YOU
MY EYES GLARE ALONG WITH FIREFLIES IN THE NIGHT
YOUR RESPONSE IS ONLY A TEST AND
OBVIOUSLY I FAILED
CAUSE YOU'RE MY OBSESSION
_______________________________________________________


TRAIN ON A TRACK

I WONDER
IF HE KNOWS I'VE BEEN WATCHING HIM
AND I WONDER
IF HE KNOWS I CAN FEEL HIM
AND I WONDER
IN MY DREAMS WHEN I'M SLEEPING, AND I'M KEEPING HIM CLOSE TO ME
I'M THINKING
HE'S THE THUNDER, I'M THE LIGHTNING
AND I'M THINKING
MAYBE WE CAN COME TOGETHER
AND I'M THINKING
WE CAN BRING THE RAIN WITH A LOVELY BREEZE WITH SUCH HARMONY

CHORUS
LIKE A TRAIN ON A TRACK LIKE SPOKES INSIDE A WHEEL
INVOLUNTARY MOTION LIKE ROLLING DOWN HILL
AND THERE'S NO WAY TO STOP IT
IT'S A NATURAL THING LIKE SUNRISE AND DUSK
SNOWFLAKES, WATERFALLS SAME THING LIKE US
AND THERE'S NO WAY TO STOP IT
ONCE YOU FALL IN LOVE

I'M GLOWING
AND OVERFLOW OF HAPPY LAUGHTER
I'M GROWING
CLOSER TO YOU MORE THAN EVER
I'M BLOWING
DAFFODILS AND KISSES, BABY BREATHS, AND ROSES GENTLY
TOUCHING NOSES
I'M SAILING
WITHOUT A DESTINATION
I'M SAILING
EXPLORE UNCHARTED PLACES
I'M EXHALING
NO MORE LONELY SEASONS, I'M UNDERWATER BREATHING
DROWNING IN THE SEA OF LOVE

CHORUS

I HEARD A SONG BIRD, A SEED CAME THROUGH THE EARTH
STRANGERS HOLDING HANDS, A CROWD CHEERING IN THE STANDS
I'VE ALREADY SEEN ALL THE EVIDENCE
IT'S OBVIOUS LOVE'S IN THE AIR AGAIN
SAW DARK CLOUDS BLOW, CHASED BY RAINBOWS
SAW TWO ROSES BLOOM JUST LIKE ME AND YOU
CAUGHT UP IN THE MAGIC I CAN'T PRETEND
IT'S OBVIOUS LOVE'S IN THE AIR AGAIN

THERE'S NO WAY TO STOP IT, NO WAY
BOY YOU AND I
ARE LUV IN LOVE YOU SEE
THAT YOU AND I , ARE LUV IN LOVE
THERE'S NO WAY TO STOP IT, NO WAY
BOY YOU AND I
ARE LUV IN LOVE YOU SEE
THAT YOU AND I , ARE LUV IN LOVE
_______________________________________________________

PAST 12

I MET THIS GUY
HE WAS ALWAYS ON THE FLOOR
BUT HE'S DANCING BY HIMSELF
I DON'T KNOW WHY
CUZ HE'S LOOKIN' HOT TO DEATH
SO I
BEGAN TO THINK
IF I GO OUT ON THE FLOOR
THERE'S A CHANCE HE'LL NOTICE ME
AND WHEN HE DID
IT WAS POPPIN' SWEET

WE CAN GET OUT ON THE FLOOR
BUT TAKE IT SLOW
BABY, WON'T YOU KEEP IT RIGHT THERE
YEAH, WE CAN TAKE IT THERE
BOY I DON'T REALLY CARE
IT'S ALL GOOD WITH ME

WE CAN BOUNCE UP IN THE CLUB
OR KICK IT IN YA TRUCK
LONG AS IT'S SITTIN ON DOVES, IT'S LOVE
CUZ WE AIN'T GOTTA GO NO WHERE
LET'S GET IT CRUNK TONIGHT

I MUST ADMIT
THAT I'M NOT SO BOLD WHEN IT
COMES TO OTHER GUYS
I AIN'T GOIN TRIP
FIRST FOR EVERYTHING
AND I HOPE THAT THIS
IS A THING I WON'T REGRET
WHEN MORNING COMES
WHEN THE PARTY ENDS
IS IT GONNA BE YOU AND ME?

BOY IF THE FLEELING'S RIGHT
WE CAN ROCK ALL NIGHT FOR SURE
DON'T YOU KNOW THAT
BOY, WHEN THE CLOCK STRIKES 2
I'M GONNA BE WITH YOU FOR SURE

IT'S PAST 12 O'CLOCK
AND I'M TRYING TO PUT IT ON LOCK
MAKIN' SURE THE PARTY DON'T STOP
BOTTLES STAY POPPED
THINK I'M FEELIN' WHAT YOU GOT (ALL NIGHT)

IT'S PAST 12 O'CLOCK
AND I'M TRYING TO KEEP IT ON LOCK
WON'T YOU COME AND DANCE WITH ME
THEN WE'LL SEE
IF YOU'RE GONNA BE WITH ME


NO COINCIDENCE
TWO DISTANT HEARTS ON A MAP BOTH GOIN NO WHERE FAST
BOTH LATE FOR AN APPOINTMENT, THEY END UP TOGETHER IN A CITY CAB
THEY SHARE A FARE AND SOME FRIENDLY CONVERSATION
THAT'S NO COINCIDENCE, THAT'S LOVE

SHE SCRAMBLES THROUGH HER PURSE
HE RUSHED IN THROUGH THE FRONT
LOOKIN FOR CHANGE, THERE'S A JOKE BOX IN THE BACK OF THE RESTAURANT
THEY START TO DANCE TIL THIS DAY THEY'RE STILL DANCING
THAT'S NO COINCIDENCE THAT'S LOVE

IT'S AMAZING, IT'S PERFECTION
HOW EACH LITTLE BITTY STAR MAKES UP ONE BIG CONSTELLATION OF PEOPLE
GETTING CONNECTED
IT'S TRULY HEAVEN SENT, IT'S EVIDENT
THAT LOVE IS NO COINCIDENCE

HE SNAPPED A PHOTOGRAPH
SHE TOOK A SONOGRAM
SHE DIDN'T TELL HIM HE SHIPPED OFF TO WAR IN A FOREIGN LAND
LEFT HOME A SOLDIER BUT CAME BACK A FATHER
THAT'S NO COINCIDENCE THAT'S LOVE

SOMEBODY CRASHED HER CAR
HE'S GOT A FAILING HEART
ONE THING CAN SAVE THEM AN OPERATION
NEITHER CAN AFFORD
BUT THROUGH VISITATION, TWO FAMILIES GET ACQUAINTED
THAT'S NO COINCIDENCE THAT'S LOVE

HOW WE INTERTWINE IS DIVINE (EXTRAORDINARY)
OPEN YOUR EYES AND YOU'LL FIND (IT'S INVOLUNTARY)
SEASONS HAVE REASONS FOR CHANGING (SO THAT EVERYBODY)
CAN FIND LOVE, LOSE LOVE, FIND LOVE AGAIN






    
This message has been edited by tidepoetry on Nov 7, 2002 6:42 PM

Posted on Nov 4, 2002, 9:34 AM

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Cry Me A River

by Justin Timberlake f/Timberland

Justin Timberlake - Cry Me A River



You were my sun, you were my earth
but you didnt know all the ways I loved you, no
So you took a chance, made other plans
But I betcha didnt think that they would come crashin down, no


You dont have to say, What cha did
I already know, I found out from HIM
now theres just no chance
with you and me
there will never be
dont it make you sad about it


you told me you love me
Why did you leave me all alone
now you tell me you need me
When you call me on the phone


Girl I refuse
you must have me confused with some other guy
the bridges were burned
now its your turn,To cry


Cry me a river
Cry me a river er er
cry me a river
cry me a river er er
YA YA


You know that they say somethings are better left Unsaid
It wasnt like you only talked to him
And you know it
(Dont act like you dont know it)
all of these things people told me
keep messin with my head
shoulda been honesty
then you may not have thought it


You dont have to say, What cha did
I already know, I found out from HIM
now theres just no chance
with you and me
there will never be
done it make you sad about it


you told me you love me
Why did you leave me all alone (all alone)
now you tell me you need me
When you call me on the phone ( call me on the phone)


Girl I refuse
you must have me confused with some other guy (not like them baby)
the bridges were burned
now its your turn to cry


So
Cry me a river
Cry me a river er er
cry me a river
cry me a river er er
YA YA


Oh
The damage is done
So i guess i be leavin


Oh
The damage is done
So i guess i be leavin


Oh
The damage is done
So i guess i be leavin


You dont have to say, What cha did
I already know, I found out from HIM
now theres just no chance
with you and me
there will never be
dont it make you sad about it



So
Cry me a river
Cry me a river er er
cry me a river
cry me a river er er
cry me a river
cry me a river...........





    
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Posted on Nov 2, 2002, 7:03 PM

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Air Force Ones

by Nelly f/ St. Lunatics

Artist: Nelly
Album: Nellyville
Song: Air Force Ones
Typed by: freddaballer@netscape.net

[Intro]
Big boy.. Big boy.. Big boy

[Chorus]
I said give me two pair
(cause) I need two pair
So I can get to stompin in my air force ones
(Big boys) stompin in my air force ones

[Nelly]
I like the all white high top strap with the gum bottom
(Big boy) There's somthin bout 'em, now dirty that's why I got 'em
(Big boy) I leave 'em strapped and laced and come up out 'em
(Big boy) The last person that touched 'em I been shot 'em (big boy)

[Kyjuan]
Now if you looked, and seen lime green forces and kiwi
(Big boy) You couldn't get this color if you had a personal genie
(Big boy) You now I keep it hip-hop, my niggas flip flop
(Big boy) Yea my force ones and tip top (me) now form a flip flop (big boy)

[Ali]
I like the limited edition, the khaki and army green
(Big boy) Patent leather, pin stripe
You should see how I do the strings
(Big boy) Size twelve with the strap, red and white with a cardinal cap
(Big boy) All flavors well it just depend
on when and (don't get me) where I am at (Big boy)

[Murphy Lee]
Don't get me wrong man, and Murphy lee ain't dumb man
(Big boy) Cause if the shoe is on the shelf you should have some man
(Big boy) You can not sit up and tell me that you have none man
(Big boy) You may not have three or four but you got one man (big boy)

[Chorus x2]

[Murphy Lee]
We up in Foot Locker I'm lookin like I need those
(Big boy) Ten in a half and if you got 'em give me two of those
(Big boy) I can tell she never seen murphy lee befo'
(Big boy) Cause she's just standin there as if I'm shootin free throws
(Big boy) I said excuse me miss I only wanna buy shoes
(Big boy) She said I love you Murph especially in the white in blue
(Big boy) I said the white in blue sound nice make it twice
(Big boy) And I signed an (yo) autograph (yo) "thanks for the advice" (big boy)

[Ali]
I keep it real dirty, dirty you know how I do
(Big boy) Purple in gold with the Lakers the broncos the orange in blue
(Big boy) I like 'em floppy with ankle socks
Lows mids and high tops, (big boy) which are clear so
But this tims and fat laces with it is cold
(Big boy) But when I win the gold (blhhha) in the house I'm a flow
(Big boy) Then its back to the on purpose with em and dots in the toe
(Big boy) Then I'm stopping this dough that I'm spending fa sho
(Big boy) On dem Nike air force and e behind de o (big boy)

[Kyjuan]
O.. k li, I treat my shoe like my ride
(Big boy) Chrome on the fat laces at what wood on the inside
(Big boy) Spray candy on the swoosh, with the electric roof
(Big boy) Put the kid on the sole now I got a wad of shoe
(Big boy) You see that low misk with the purple coop I'm drivin them
(Big boy) (Kyjuan, were you getting dem colors, are you dyin them)
(Big boy) Ten is my size in dem, no point in tyin dem
(Big boy) Ain't no point in tryin these on, you know I'm buyin dem (big boy)

[Nelly]
Now don't nothing get the hype on first site like, white on whites
(Big boy) Dem three quarters them lows they all tyte
(Big boy) The only problem they only good for one night
(Big boy) Cause once you scuff 'em you fucked up your whole night
(Big boy) What's my basis? The look up sto on his faces
(Big boy) This kid's outrageous, he's buyin them by the cases
(Big boy) Cause once I cop 'em gut 'em and switch the laces
(Big boy) They all purpose ya heard me kinda like my datin (big boy)

[Chorus x2]

[Kyjuan]
I wore spurs at first now theres tape on dem
(Big boy) Damn, when those came out? So I write the date on them
(Big boy) These Louie for Taiwan you gotta wait on dem
(Big boy) I had to get em early so I spent more cake on dem (big boy)

[Murphy Lee]
Look I'm tryin to keep it up like a one minute man
(Big boy) while Ali on the Kawasaki two head bands
(Big boy) jewelry and all
(Wow) fish bowlin um all
(Big Boy), (I got some fifteens) security buyin shoes and all (big boy)

[Nelly]
Now some time I get em free some time I gotta pay
(Big boy) walk in the mall and they now what I'm bout to say
(Big boy) gimme the black and platinum, and leather gray
(Big boy) ones in the back and (yo)
tha pair you got on display (check), (big boy)

[Ali]
Now were da boxes were I keep mine (keep mine)
You should beep mine (Big boy), (beep mine)
Maybe once or twice but never three times
(Big boy) I'm just a sneaker pro, I love pumas and shell toes
(Big boy) but cant nothin compare to a fresh crispy white pearl (big boy)

[Chorus x2]

Big boy.. Big boy.. Big boy


Posted on Nov 1, 2002, 1:14 PM

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I'm That (React)

by Erick Sermon f/ Redman

Artist: Erick Sermon f/ Redman
Album: React 12"
Song: React (I'm That)
Typed by: janis@betatesters.com

[Intro]
Just Blaze, yeah
Check me out now
Yo, yo, yo, yo, check me out now
Yo, yo, yo
Let me hear ya say
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Put your hands in the air everybody, c'mon
Where them dogs at

[Erick Sermon]
Hey yo, I'm immaculate, come through masculine
Wide-body frame, E-Dub's the name, whoa
In the field of rap, I'm supurb, I'm fly
I should be in the sky with birds
I ride 20 inch rims when I lean, yo
(Hey yo, them Timbs nigga)
I know, I keep 'em clean though
Come through stormin' the block like El Nino
Scoop up an average chick before she close
She goes, those my people
Yeah, them broads from Puerto Rico, them key folks
Yeah, watch how the "E" locs 64
Black rags, black interior, shift on the floor
Burn out, I do it for the kids
They're hoppin' it turn style, the "E" goin' wild
Yo, like them white chicks on a DVD
Yeah, I'm worldwide, MTV and BET, nigga

1 - Whateva' she said, then I'm that
If this here rocks to y'all, then react

Whateva' she said, then I'm that
If this here rocks to y'all, then react

Yo, do I gotta go ape or go nutty
I leave your eye like a 9-9 biz-buggy, puffy
Brit niggas get real ugly
Trust me, keep your four if you feel lucky
Mug me, I ain't got nothin' but four figures
And weed and hash chopped in the coffee blender
My shots like squeegy men on your window
Usual suspect, I'm the crippled member
Get away when I sat down in the office
Heat in my 'lac keep me walkin' awkward
While y'all talk it, the doc reinforce it
The mic, it's hard to keep my paws off it
Yo' bitch is my bitch when it's over
No Cristall, I'll pour duck with King Cobra
Out in the Nova, don't bother
My knee not brown, cost is a shot down the quarter

Repeat 1

Hey yo Red, he's over (Word?) with his shit right now
Watch this, told ya
Chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chillin', I'm milk
I'm that kid Gizmo, which y'all billin'
Yo, when the roof is on fire, believe it, it's me
Sparks when I rock the mic like Segal & Free
When the pen hit the pad, the evil in me come out
Total recall for people to breathe

I got dogs in the backyard shittin' their lawns
We got chickens ain't leaving 'till six in the morning
Round and round we go, circle the arena
Leave the party, go straight to the Marriott
Dozy-doe, we're cowboys with a saddle-lac
Rodeo with 20 fours on the Cadillac
What your name is, yo, R.E.D.
Crack cost money, but the "E" is free, yeah

Repeat 1 until fade


Posted on Nov 1, 2002, 1:11 PM

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Ether **Freestyle**

by Lil Wayne

Artist: Lil Wayne
Album: Only available on the Unreleased album "Squad Up"
Song: Ether *
Typed by: Mpdld_2000@yahoo.com

[gunshots]

[Lil Wayne talking]
Haters nigga... Squad Up nigga
("Fuck Jay-Z")
Naw my nigga I fucks wit Jay-Z Sorry you know what I'm sayin
("Fuck Jay-Z")
No no no I fucks wit the homie man...sorry no
("Fuck Jay-Z")
Yes we bout to squad this thing out baby Ya'll ready to squad wit me
Then throw yo guns in the air mu-fucka
If you aint got a gun get the fuck up outta here mu-fucka
Cause we gon' bust it in ya head mu-fucka
We here mu-fucka yes this is the squad right here
Dawg And no the rhyme aint even start yet bitch
But here we go, come on Wayne
Look
I, young money boy Lil' Weezy
Hold it for A and Eagle
Cash Money cross the belly
Cash Money Makaveli
We get that fetti fellas we bump that Roc-a-fella
We got it pumpin holla back we crack rocafellas
Nigga my tires better, I'm on them monsta bellas
I got that brown boy or that white consuella
Fee this shit over I got us thats a promise
Let's go cop two new rovers drop it on Magic Johnsons
Thats 32's for fools stick to them stuntin' rules
500 up in ya tummy can you stomach dude
S Q my young'n crew we paid our fuckin dues
Thats why yo bitch is over here suckin and fuckin dudes
Ya'll niggas want a war bring it it's nothing dude
This shit too hot to relax bitch dont get comfortable
I fuck with super sammy blanco and fuck the bull
Hydro I puff and pull until I'm duckin full
What are you fuckin crazy come on its Weezy baby

No for real bitch its Weezy baby

Call me bad Wayne and I'm like Max Payne
The sickest shit to hit since anthrax came
I leave you with a tampax frame all bloody
Just stand back man y'all dont want it
But damn that man I come thru and do my Grand Theft thang
My cran-ap tan cap slant back thang
My hustle game up plus my flow that ugly
Just call me Mitchell and Ness I got throwback money
I got that um all good if its no crack money
I got that hes all good he dont need to show that money
I blow that money cause I know that money
Hit the club and wild out and go and throw that money
If that bitch on 21's then you know thats money
I'm a pimp I'm bout to perm it out and bullrush somthin
You a snitch you probably hit the court and burn dude
Thats that Weezy the shit that make yo soul burn slow

Fuck Ya ...S Q A D Holla at ya boy

(lil Wayne talking)

They cant fuck wit me man
I dont Dawg I dont see em fuckin wit ya nigga right here
Ya know what I'm sayin
Call me the throwback youngn
Bitch everytime you see me I'm in the 70's ho
You dont know if its a jersey or the pimp game bitch
Or it might just be the shit I got in my back pocket
Know what I'm sayin In the balloon or the silver pack
What you how you want it nigga? Huh?
How you want it dawg?
It's whateva we got it nigga from 64's to bentleys
To porsches nigga to the to the to the fuckin g-wag
You dont see a g-wag in the city unless its Weezy
And that white lady but we dont know her You know what I'm sayin?
Thats how we doin it dawg
This ya boy right here Man I'm holdin it down for the N.O.
And when you come past here you entering my home nigga
I I run New Orleans east I'm a 17 nigga but I run tha East Man
You know what I'm sayin
So So when you get to sheps think of Weezy man
Know you steppin into Weezy territory
You more than welcome to come holla at me man
I got whatever you need
Holla at ya people man
Squad up I see y'all baby its all love dawg


Posted on Nov 1, 2002, 1:09 PM

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Wanksta

by 50 Cents

Artist: 50 Cent
Album: 8 Mile Soundtrack
Song: Wanksta
Typed by: Lil_Patzi@hotmail.com *

* send corrections to the typist

[Intro: 50 Cent]
It's 50 a.k.a Ferrari F-50
Break it down
I got a lot of living to do before I die
And I ain't got tyme to waste
Let's make it

[50 Cent]
You said you a gansta but you neva pop nuttin'
You said you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin'
You ain't a friend of mine, (huh)
You ain't no kin of mine, (nah)
What makes you think that I'ma run up on you with tha nine
We do this all tha tyme, right now we on tha grind
So hurry up and copy and go selling nicks and dimes
Shorty she so fyne, I gotta make her mine
A ass like dat gotta be one of a kind
I crush 'em everytime, punch 'em with every nine
I'm fuckin with they mind
I make 'em press rewind
They know they can't shine if I'm around the rhyme
Been on Paroza's, 94 cuz I commit tha crime
I send you my line, I did it three ta nine
If D's ran up in my crib, you know who droppin dimes

[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent]
You said you a gangsta
But you neva pop nuttin
You said you a wanksta
And you need to stop frontin'
You go to the dealership
But you neva cop nuttin'
You been hustlin a long tyme
And you ain't got nuttin

[Verse 2]
Damn Homie, in highskew you was tha man, homie
What tha fuck happened to you?
I got tha sickest phonetta, when it come to tha chedda
And if you play wit my paper, you gotta meet my berretta
Now shorty think I'ma sweat her, sippin on amoretta
I'm livin once than deada, I know I can do betta
She look good but I know she after my chedda
She tryna get in my pockets, homie and I ain't gonna let her
Be easy, stop tha bullshit, you get your whole crew wet
We in tha club doin' the same ol' two step
Gorilla unit cuz they say we bugged out
Cuz we don't go nowhere without toast we thugged out

[Chorus 2X]

[Verse 3]
Me I'm no monsta, me I'm no gangsta
Me I'm no hitman, me I'm jus me, me
Me I'm no wanksta, me I'm no acta
But it's me you see on your TV
Cuz I hustle baby, this rap shit is so easy
I'm gettin' what you get for a brick to talk greasy
By any means, partner, I got to eat on these streets
If you play me close, for sure I'm gonna pop my heat
Niggas sayin they goin murd' 50, how?
We ridin 'round with guns the size of Lil Bow Wow
What you know about AK's and AR 15's?
Equipped with night vision, shell catchers and dem things, huh

[Chorus 2X]


Posted on Nov 1, 2002, 1:07 PM

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8 Mile

by Eminem

Artist: Eminem
Album: 8 Mile Soundtrack
Song: 8 Mile
Typed by: Lionthemad@theglobe.com (thanx dawg)

[Eminem]
Sometimes I just feel like, quittin I still might
Why do I put up this fight, why do I still write
Sometimes it's hard enough just dealin with real life
Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics
And show these people what my level of skill's like
But I'm still white, sometimes I just hate life
Somethin ain't right, hit the brake lights
Case of the stage fright, drawin a blank like
Da-duh-duh-da-da, it ain't my fault
Great then I falls, my insides crawl
and I clam up {*wham*} I just slam shut
I just can't do it, my whole manhood's
just been stripped, I have just been vicked
So I must then get, off the bus then slip
Man fuck this shit yo, I'm goin the fuck home
World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road

[Chorus]
I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan
Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land
Time to really just take matters into my own hands
Once I'm over these tracks man I'ma never look back
(8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm goin
Sorry momma I'm grown, I must travel alone
And go follow the footsteps I'm makin my own
Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road

[Eminem]
I'm walkin these train tracks, tryin to regain back
the spirit I had 'fore I go back to the same crap
To the same plant, and the same pants
Tryin to chase rap, gotta move ASAP
And get a new plan, momma's got a new man
Poor little baby sister, she don't understand
Sits in front of the TV, buries her nose in the pad
And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand
While she colors her big brother and mother and dad
Ain't no tellin what really goes on in her little head
Wish I could be the daddy that neither one of us had
But I keep runnin from somethin I never wanted so bad!
Sometimes I get upset, cause I ain't blew up yet
It's like I grew up, but I ain't grow me two nuts yet
Don't gotta rep my step, don't got enough pep
The pressure's too much man, I'm just tryin to do what's best
And I try, sit alone and I cry
Yo I won't tell no lie, not a moment goes by
That I don't pray to the sky, please I'm beggin you God
Please don't let me be bitchin holdin no regular job
Yo I hope you can hear me homey wherever you are
Yo I'm tellin you dawg I'm bailin this trailer tomorrow
Tell my mother I love her, kiss baby sister goodbye
Say whenever you need me baby, I'm never too far
But yo I gotta get out there, the only way I know
And I'ma be back for you, the second that I blow
On everything I own, I'll make it on my own
Off to work I go, back to this 8 Mile Road

[Chorus]

[Eminem]
You gotta live it to feel it, you didn't you wouldn't get it
Or see what the big deal is, why it wasn't the skillest
To be walkin this borderline of Detroit city limits
It's different, it's a certain significance, a certificate
of authenticity, you'd never even see
But it's everything to me, it's my credibility
You never seen heard smelled or met a real MC
who's incredible upon the same pedestal as me
But yet I'm still unsigned, havin a rough time
Sit on the porch with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes
Go to work and serve MC's in the lunchline
But when it comes crunch time, where do my punchlines go
Who must I show, to bust my flow
Where must I go, who must I know
Or am I just another crab in the bucket
Cause I ain't havin no luck with this little Rabbit so fuck it
Maybe I need a new outlet, I'm startin to doubt shit
I'm feelin a little skeptical who I hang out with
I look like a bum, yo my clothes ain't about shit
if the Salvation Army tryin to salvage an outfit
And it's cold, tryin to travel this road
Plus I feel like I'm on stuck in this battlin mode
My defenses are so up, but one thing I don't want
is pity from no one, the city is no fun
There is no sun, and it's so dark
Sometimes I feel like I'm just bein pulled apart
I'm torn in my limbs, by each one of my friends
It's enough to make me just wanna jump out of my skin
Sometimes I feel like a robot, sometimes I just know not
what I'm doin I just blow, my head is a stove top
I just explode, the kettle gets so hot
Sometimes my mouth just overloads the ass that I don't got
But I've learned, it's time for me to U-turn
Yo it only takes one time for me to get burned
Ain't no fallin no next time I meet a new girl
I can no longer play stupid or be immature
I got every ingredient, all I need is the courage
Like I already got the beat, all I need is the words
Got the urge, suddenly it's a surge
Suddenly a new burst of energy is occured
Time to show these free world leaders the three and a third
I am no longer scared now, I'm free as a bird
Then I turn and cross over the median curb
Hit the verbs and all you see is a blur from 8 Mile Road

[Chorus]


Posted on Nov 1, 2002, 1:05 PM

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U Wanna be Me

by Nas

Artist: Nas
Album: 8 Mile Soundtrack
Song: U Wanna Be Me
Typed by: Lionthemad@theglobe.com

Uhh, oooooooooooooh baby, baby
Keep it thug, and keep yo' heat, na nah nah nah nah

[Nas]
Now slowly, thinkin of all the things that oppose me
I think of kings who died and rappers out to dethrone me
For they crown they head is cut off, bodies is laid
Dead in the street, it's so fuckin pitiful
First they love you, could be the bitch that even live with you (hoe)
Mad at your riches, now she switched, turned miserable
Cause she wanna dress like Bonnie, Robin and Crystal do
But Crystal's single, Bonnie's broke and her niggaz too (ha)
I can do bad by myself; went from rags to wealth
From Jags to Bentleys to, plenty ass bitches
Can't keep they hands to theyself no more
I'm like, Hugh Hefner, you lesser, you just a

[Chorus]
Wanna be me, you can't you faggot, you bitch
You coward, you clown, you just wanna be down
So you - wanna be me, you bitch, you phony
You clone me, you wanna be son, I'm the one and only
But you - wanna be me, you suckers, you weak
You flunkies, you fake, you couldn't come close on my worst day
But you - wanna be me, I burn you and learn you a lesson
Concernin this mic profession, turn your direction

[Nas]
You can't be me, not in your wildest fantasy
It's childish; should I have to resort to violence?
Pay me a half a million, I'll consult your album
And show you how to stay off my dick
That's the thing I hate the most, can't even call you a man
When you gotta call out my name to get you some fans
No talent, you need direction; you a pussy with a yeast infection
You unlucky, I'm your fuckin C-section
Plus I'm the last real nigga alive
Toast glass, Ill Will, the label get high
Realize, how many classics I gave you
Perhaps if you think back you'll realize that I made you

[Chorus]

[Nas]
You can't be me, I'm tryin to walk a straight line
Why they tryin to take mine? I'm past +8 Miles+ of every state line
Eating, alligators and, hummingbird hearts
At the player's ball, Brianni suits, y'all birds watch
As real millionaire, shit'll take place
Evil as Hitler's hate-race people
This is God son, and I've come from the God under pure peace
To represent the streets, you'll see that my plan
is not to destroy your man
But to bring more to mankind and teach
Every MC reach for your pens and papers
Lesson one be creative; what you made of junior?
Cause soon you'll be a grown man with the mic in your hand
And understand, to battle Nas not in your plan
I'm the last real nigga alive, understand that
And you my offspring, the boss sting
A bulletproof Porsche things, hard for you to understand that
Nas the king, where my bricks, where my band at?
Play me a gangster's theme, while you entertain me
If I ain't cryin laughin, to the lions, throw your ass in
What the fuck was you niggaz thinkin?
Guns'll clutch if I get a inklin that you comin for the kingpin
But I laugh at you cowards, ha ha ha
Take me out, try try try, but you

[Chorus]

You can't be me


Posted on Nov 1, 2002, 1:04 PM

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Hit the Freeway

by Toni Braxton f/ Loon

Artist: Toni Braxton f/ Loon, Pharrell Williams
Album: Hit the Freeway 12"
Song: Hit the Freeway
Typed by: akademik_geniuz@yahoo.com *

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[Verse: Loon]
And we don't stop, no ma
What's the problem
Always complaining when there's chick are starvin'
What type of game is this?
I used to support ya, I thought you'd appreciate
Some of these things that I bought ya
Shoes from Milan, Louis Vuitton
Animals on back and jewels on your arm
Mami, it's nothin to make moves with a Don
Loon the Big Fish, leave them fools in the pond

[Verse: Toni Braxton]
Just when I made up my mind
I thought, but you would allow
You had your chance, you owe me
What makes you wanna call now?
Can you try to tell me
What made you choose her as your friend?
(Chose you as a friend, baby)
Just when I think you've given up
It's you again...
All I can say

[Chorus: Toni Braxton + (Pharrell Williams)]
Farewell my lonely one
Nothing else that can be done (So hit the freeway!)
I don't ever wanna see you again
You didn't do me right so
So long, goodbye, goodnight (So hit the freeway!)
Maybe in some other life I'll see you again

[Verse: Toni Braxton]
I would have bet the Dow Jones
If men compared to our fun, yeah
Imagine how crush it was
When you say I was not the one
(I didn't mean it girl, sorry bout that)
My friends say I was in denial
Defendin' you as a perfect friend
Now no new rumors have risen up (psst psst psst psst psst)
It's you again...
Now all I can say

[Chorus - 2]
Farewell my lonely one
Nothing else that can be done (So hit the freeway!)
I don't ever wanna see you again (sing it girl)
You didn't do me right so
So long, goodbye, goodnight (So hit the freeway!)
Maybe in some other life I'll see you again (bridge)

[Bridge]
But now that you've left me
Crazy you upset me
You only could have kept me
But baby you didn't get me home
To finally discover, explorin' covers
World as we know it
But you had to go and blow it!

[Verse: Toni Braxton]
Damn, it's been so long
Since I head your voice last summer
To be honest it made me smile
When I seen you not with her
(Hey baby, you know I miss you, ha-ha)
Will you tell me what I should feel
Instead of being your regret (You know why)
Maybe some day in your dreams my love
You could say, "damn it's you again"
Now all I can say

[Chorus - 3]
Farewell my lonely one (Farewell)
Nothing else can be done (So hit the freeway!)
I don't ever wanna see you again (Don’t wanna see you, again)
You didn't do me right so (Do me right baby)
So long, goodbye (bye bye) goodnight (So hit the freeway!)
Maybe in some other life I'll see you again


Posted on Nov 1, 2002, 1:03 PM

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Poppa was a playa

by Nas

Artist: Nas
Song: Poppa Was A Player
sent by: mc2hype@hotmail.com (thanx dawg)

To My Nigga who brought me in this world
Taught us right Nigga

My old dad imported to the family structure
Provide her God
My moms a queen at university civaliza
My pops maybe was late but always came home
My moms would put us to bed and she would wait on
Soon as he walk in the door she barking
I turned out the Jonny Carson
Jumped out the bed
We grabbed both his legs
Me and my brother
Not knowing the pain he gave my mother
Night after night, fighting yelling at each other
My papa played the street all day
Mama was either home, at work, while we played inside the hall way
She sacrifices all she got to feed us
When she was alone she cried by the phone pepping out the window heeding
But still I didn't see it
Mama hid it from us
We was kids younger
Till we got bigger, on to
Bigger things that we knew what the time was
That daddy was leaving the crib and moms love

Papa was player, player wasn't papa
Papa loved the ladies
Never got enough of
Pretty brown round
Running round town (Shhhhh)
Don't tell your mother what's going down
(Repeat 2x)

So many kids I knew, never knew what Pap was
That's why I show my pop love
He was still around when I fucked up
He could have left
My moms pregnant shock to death but stayed
Watch me crawl till I took my first step, to the first grade
To my first fist fight
Right behind me he would stand
No matter how big or tall he made me fight you like a man
Throw dirt in your eye, swing my right scoop your ass and slam
He watched me so I wouldn't get jumped by shorty's fam
Roaches and weed all over my crib him and moms relaxing
Next thing you know he packing
So then I asked him
What's this white shit on that plate and your facing?
Papa why you butt ass from the waist
And who's this lady I'm facing
Dark skin you're not my mommy
He grabbed me up to run some smooth words by me
Promise things that he would buy me
If I kept my mouth close and don't tell mommy
He said one day I'll understand little me
Was in you to side me

Papa was player, player wasn't papa
Papa loved the ladies
Never got enough of
Pretty brown round
Running round town (Shhhhh)
Don't tell your mother what's going down
(Repeat 2x)

Pop's told me hold my own
Pop's told me value home
Could I help it papa was a rolling stone
Who loved the pretty brown round
Out of town bound
Jumping in his jazz Benz he touring
At home I play his latest recordings
And it's strange now how, I do my thing now
I'm in the game now
And heard of it his brain pow
To pull strings and gain power
>From weed habits are same now
No white lines to trumpets to tight rhymes
And beats that be pumping
Before he left he taught me something
A child's young years the most important time to be there
That's why he stayed till we grew up, respect is still here
I'm older now see what having a father's about
One day they can be in your life next day they be out
It's not because of you, you know the deal
Him and your moms feel
If they stay together then someone will get killed
I love you still
Always will
Cause that's my nigga
Although you felt you was wrong
I still feel you kid
Life gose on





    
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Crush Tonight

by Fat Joe f/ Ginuwine

Artist: Fat Joe f/ Ginuwine
Album: Crush Tonight 12"
Song: Crush Tonight
sent by: lionthemad

1 - [Ginuwine]
Baby, if you wit' it, just clap yo' hands
Stop playin' girl, back that ass up and
Spend that cash dog, drink the Henny and
Freak that girl like you tryna have a baby cuz

Everybody's out to fuck tonight
The fine women, they out to fuck tonight
My niggas, they down to fuck tonight
Ladies, fellas, the won't stop players

[Fat Joe]
Came through the door, seen it before
Hands touchin' the ceiling, booty streakin' the floor
You ever felt good to the point you so sure that
All the attention in the club is yours
Got your hair done up, shades Christian Dior
Leave us, trade a little happy on your Vickey draws
Gettin' your dance on hard, who could wish for more
And your crew's all but know it's a horse
Got the Don all warm and it ain't the Hen'
Feelin' like the Don woman, you could wrestle her chin
Shorty, come a little closer while the record spin
I wanna freak a little longer, can they play it again

Repeat 1

Yo, got my mind on my money, money on my mind
And to let you know, you just as good as gold
It's like we got our own little private party goin' on
And the scene just changed into shores of San Juan
It's so intimate, we so into it
Such a tender thing, but fuck I'm innocent
Grindin' so hard you gotta know what I'm thinkin'
Laughin' cuz I'mma kidnap you for the weekend
Now we at the pad about to crack a case
Playin' the couch like Ceasar's, she feedin' me grapes
Not for nuttin' hon, the sex is great
But you know you got to go, I got checks to chase... next

Repeat 1

[Ginuwine]
If you're wit' it grab your friends, follow Joe and me
Cuz it's on, it's on
Went in and got the Cris' and a pound of weed
It's on, it's on

[Fat Joe]
Now mami, let's get serious, cuz by the looks of it
It seems your sexuality is just a little curious
You got a friend, we could gather then split
If not, I got a girl for every girl I get
There's a drop in the lot and it whip so fast
We hit the swiss hotel before you finish your glass
And you know you wanna be where the cake is at
Where the pockets just like calories, extra fat
Mami, your body like Malery on Natural Born Killer
She like, they got money but ya'll are more realer
She wanna roll wit' us, pretty much to crit' us
No beatin' around the bush, just beatin' it 'till you bit us

Repeat 1


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(This is..)The Way We Ball

by Lil Flip

Artist: Lil' Flip
Album: Undaground Legend
Song: The Way We Ball
Typed by: gravyflava@hotmail.com
for:sweetluv89@msn.com

Heyyy, hoooo (This is the way we ball)
Uh-huh; Houston, Texas (This is the way we ball)
Uh-huh.. (This is the way we ball)
(This is the way we ball)

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss
I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty South
(This is the way we ball)
And we ridin blades, Jags and Escalades
We third coast born but we all Texas made
(This is the way we ball)

[Verse One]
I'm Lil' Flip, I'm back on the scene, freestyle king
Brand new piece, same byzentine
I'm still sippin lean, I'm still watchin "Scream"
I love wearin platinum, but my favorite color's green
I'm hoppin out Ferraris, my house is three stories
I'm still independent cause Jive couldn't afford me
The meetings were boring, for real I was snoring
The VP was fine, yeah she made me kinda horny
But that's another story, let's get back to the topic
Right now me and Hump negotiatin to buy the Rockets
We might buy the Comets - name it, I done it
If you see it, and want it, buy it, own it
This is for my homies, Pat and DJ Screw (Screw)
R.I.P. dawg cause I really miss you
Boy I'ma stay true, until the day I fall
East coast and West coast, this is how we ball

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
I'm thinkin - designer clothes and fashion shows
I'm thinkin - all my albums goin platinum and gold
I'm thinkin - Jaguars and a Bentley Rolls
I'm thinkin - bein rich before I'm 24
I'm feelin - wood grain all in my tinted truck
I'm fillin - all my teeth up with princess cuts
I'm fillin - jugs up, no mo empty cups
I'm feelin - like I'm worth 10 million bucks
And I know - I wear a watch, yo it was made from a game
And I know - my rims chop like the blades on a plane
And I know - yo baby mama still givin me brain
And I know - that ain't platinum, that's a silvery chain
And I make - nothin but hits when I step in the booth
And I make - rainbows from the sun reflect on my tooth
And I make - DVD's light up in my coupe
I think I feel I know I make money, how bout you?

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
I'm swangin, about to rip the kizzerp, sippin on my syzzerp
If you buy first from me then you just bought a dizzert
Swangas on my whizzeel, platinum in my grizzeel
Me and Doby D stay blowin on some kizzeel
I'm higher than a hizzeel, mind on a mizzell
Southside of H-town show me how you fizzeel
Now you see we ball, now you see we rich
I represent the legendary Screwed Up Click
I wreck I-45, I wreck 2 Screw tapes
I'm 3 wheelin, poppin trunk, goin down Fuqua
So move out of my way cause I'm ridin double R
MJ right behind me in a Lexus bubble car

[Chorus]




    
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