Redman Tear It Off

Try to O.K. Corral with Doc and Meth Tical

Bar saloon fight, without weapons out (YEE-HAH!!)

Strech marks, like belly on Kevin Lyles

One yard to score, only second down

Hoes play wifey, wanna settle down

Tryin to lock cash, bitch better bounce

Boyfriend jump in, Meth shut him down

Pound to echo loud, bout seven miles

Doc, Dirty Jersey hunt em down

Uncut, rhymes won't even fit the file

Baddest man out the bunch, pick him out

Drunk with a gun, miss you hit the crowd

Snitches, someone kiss to stitch your mouth

Wilder then winos on liquor droughts

Mrs. Howell, Mary-Ann, dig em out

Ginger watch, with the gun in Skipper mouth

Love Da Ruckus, and love to dish it out

Pre-washed MC's, start rinsin out

Get your whole camp put on the missin file

Pushin twelve out, bumpin digital



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Cee-Lo In Da Wind

Yo, why is this cat harmonizing on all his joints these days? Cee-lo was the sickest member of Goodie Mob, and had one of the most ridiculous, animated flows ever. I'm saying, he blew the spot on many his features, but this flow made me forget that Big Boi rhymed on this record. That is NOT an easy task. Hell, I forgot that it was Trick Daddy's song for a minute. Word to Gnarls Barkley, they say he's crazy, I say he's sick.


Hardcore with the con-con, Valor to the floor

He Lo the impure, with the loaded four-four

Be sure and acquire more 'fore ya fuck with mine

Disrespect; I'll disconnect ya line

With a sick squad, when shit's hot, ya get shot

The fire, the fury, ya fuck with it not

Ya stoppin the grace, get out my space and my - face

Fore me and my ace-a lay down the whole place

Recognize, this is the verbalize

Surprise, fuckin with me wrong way to wise nigga

Hoes, clothes, shows, Vogues, golds

Big ol' bankrolls, that's all a nigga know

Throw yo' elbows, I'm sicker than I suppose

Hoes unchose, cuz my jewelry froze

You know how it goes, these young niggaz don't want it like this

Go off and get yo' gat, to silence the chit-chat, blast!

So pass, outlast, bout cash

Mo' sicky, talk tricky to the trick like trash

Lo realer, a go-rilla, flow for mo' scrilla

Come clean, lookin mean, but you ain't no killa!


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Xzibit Grindin' (JD Diss)

What's BEEF?

Hear It!

If ya So So Def than bitch get a hearing aid
Ain't worth ya gauge ya heart pumping lemonade
Hook, line and sinker ya took the bait
Act ya age, not ya size, not ya weight
Every time you professional making hits
Why it always gotta sound like the next men shit?
Went from Big to Puff to Snoop to Jay
Hey Jermaine who's dick you gon' ride today?
Couldn't wait to get the green light from Dr. Dre
Never liked ya fuckin' ass any goddamn way
And I could care less if we label mates
Your style been dead Columbia should drop the weight
I got love for Da Brat get off Bow Wow back
Fuck you, fuck ya niggas that's writing ya raps
What up lo get ya L.A. pass revoked
Don't get me wrong Papa Smurf you won't get smoked
But ya might get robbed and choked
Or you might disappear, kidnapped with no ransom note
Off the leash, off the hook, off the chain
Fuck Jermaine you ain't gotta say my name
Speak now or forever hold a dick in ya mouth
You ain't the mayor, you don't run shit in the South
Scarface run the South motherfucker you a peon
The underage bitch in the Kelly tape getting pee'd on
Cock-eyed midget with a Napoleon complex
Nickelodeon fetish you represent nonsense
Harlem Shake to that, high jump to hell
You the best in the business, I can't tell
Too late to apologize kiss my ass
We about to cut your whole sound scan in half
Got to keep your hands up homie protect yo'self
Stop fucking with the West nigga respect yo'self
It's a short ride to the top and a long way down
Look Man vs. Machine about to drop now
This ain't no beef it's more like lunch meat
Loss caliber heat let's take it to the street muh'fucker

IllStyle

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C-Bo Tradin War Stories

Hear It!


I breaks 'em off with this gangsta war story tale

Stackin loot up in the coupe that I protect with a Mack 12

Slap my clip in the chamber; fool, your life's in danger

No one will remain when I come through dumpin insane

Call me Bo or Major Pain, gun-slang and movin 'caine

I be the nigga that's pullin the trigga and dumpin the hot ones in your brain

Mo' bigger balls that RuPaul, Thug Life ain't a ball

We bucks that ass up against the wall (up against the wall)

Never been no son of a man

Cause we bucks 'em down on the way to the ground

ain't nuttin but the hog in me

Bust off his dildo, killin up hoes and keep mobbin G

It ain't no callin the funk off Bo blowin down punks to it's sawed off

Snatch they dirty-ass drawers off

and had them bitch niggaz hauled off

We tradin war stories

Lil Kim Quiet Storm Remix

Hot-damn-ho here we go again,

light as a rock bitch(UH)

hard as a cock bitch(UH),

this shit knock for blocks
through hard tops in the parkin lot,

where my nigga rock like to spark a lot,

my brook-lon style speak for itself,

like a wrestler another notch under my belt,

the embezzeler,
chrome tresurer,

the u-n-o competitor,
im ten steps ahead of ya,

im a leader, yall on some followin shit,

commin this game on some modellin shit,

bitches suck cock just to get to the top,

I put a 100% in every line I drop,

its the Q to the B with the M-o-b-b,
Queens Bridge, Brooklyn and we D double e-p, wha,

yall wish you had the life i live, a yo prodigy, tell them what this is dunn,

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Jay Electronica- Hard to Get

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Da Brat Not Tonight Remix

Hear It!

Y'all see, how these bogus niggaz try not to notice the dopest bitches

Approachin with good intentions but focusin on they riches

If it's, too hot then get the fuck up out the kitchen

Niggaz dicks, stay lifted when they thinkin of me

Cause the rhythm I kick, puzzle them like arithe-ma-tic

Fillin em with, slugs off the nine milli luger clips

Bitches bust, we just, keep kickin up dust

And you can spread rumors shit is makin me sicker than head tumors

Humor me, by huggin me sayin you lovin me

Playa phony niggaz be buggin,

I can tell cause the thug in me wanna sell drugs and push Ki's

Need to get me mo' of deez, VV's and M3's

Smoke weed from overseas pimped out styled Rol-e's

Fuck the police keep my wallet obese

Who the, Windy City woman still comin and gunnin Straight from the Chi

Tonight's the night for all the ladies, let's get high!