Da Brat Not Tonight Remix

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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!

Jay Z Can I Get Open

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Well, cause Can I? is never a question of how but

When I rip it, will I quit it, forget it

Still I'm always on point whenever I hit it

Biting's forbidden, don't do what ya gonna..., too late ya'll did it

I'm shredding the track, I'm burning you back-back, like Backdraft

Brotha's who running the crack down I stutter, that-that niggas fast

I pick up the pieces, I straigten it out like Pete Rock

Or C is, or creases, it's your choice, Jesus--Christ

I'm nice like that, you freakin gay right

I flow like water, so put your finger in a dyke

I slam, I got original flavor, pick up the jam

I killed Chico, and now it's just me- The Man

Go get your gun I go all out with a can

Brothers is having a hard time with who I am

J kicken it, A rippin it, way past Y

I'm so crraazzyy, AAAAHHHH


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Method Man Supa Ninjaz

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Hmm, eye spy, with my crooked eye

Four metal street soldiers, born to die

Put em up yeah fuck yeah,

When it's Hammertime niggaz can't be touched here,

The true and livin Night vision unseen,

Like Jean when I Hack-men The Unforgiven,

Left in prison in the Wu-Tang dirty dungeon,

Now you succumbin to my twelve part dirty dozens,

Flabbergasted by tracks that be Tru Mastered,

Opposites attract beef plus they ass backwards,

Stick yourself til I'm felt,

This ass whoopin, is bein dealt

Like hot peas and butter nigga, I got the belt

What the deal huh? Swing low, sweet chariot

I walk the Underground Railroad, with Harriett

Just a slave to the rhythm - victims

I'm like alien About to put that shit up in em,

I Can't Live Without My Radio, a 100 Miles and Runnin

T2 Judgment comin,

Nobody's safe when I reminisce about Case,

Still hit the staircase when the coppers give chase,

I give em finger The only hip-hop singer,

To tell America to kiss his Killer Bee stinger,

Nothin can save ya from this major misbehavior,

Heavy hands layin corners in the elevator,

Guard your grill......

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MJG Lay It Down

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Thirty buster in yard talkin shit bout a bitch


claimin to be that bitch's family but they look like dirty tricks


talkin about why did I meet that hoe, fuck the hoe


charge the hoe, break the hoe, house the hoe, bust her inside her shit and go


Suckers how the fuck you think that MJG was gonna slip


on the only reason you mad cause you sister couldn't pussy whip


a back breakin, check takin, pimp nigga constantly makin


money off your sister and your lady, nigga I ain't tradin


Why don't you niggaz understand I'm the pimp she's the hoe


Now that I told you now you know, break that chain and let her go


Back on the track shake that ass, make my money


Make it fast, get yo head swoll bringin me checks bitch bring me cash


Drop yo panties, to let you start


To open your mouth, slurp and slob


on this dick you, he's the trick you's a bitch, do ya job


when you through, get up and go, get the cheese, hit the door


Catch a cab, back to the lab, bring my motherfuckin money hoe


don't you ever front me with a lame lie about my bank


Oh shit, look out bitch, dump a bitch catch a plane


Yeah hoe now you know, I'm a pimp, and I'ma clown all upside yo head


Yeah bitch, I'ma lay it down

JadaKiss We're Back

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Nahh! Uh, yeah,

AiyyoI got a wet haze, coke, and a p-blow block

But y'all still missin the point like a free throw shot

Get it? This ain't some'n you learn, this is some'n you earn

Turn it up and give me some'n to burn

That boy 'Kiss is a hell of a man

Treat your life like a cell phone, so try to get a helluva plan

Cause most dudes left the hood broke

A couple knew what they was doin, so they came back like good coke

Down South they'll tell you 'Kiss is good folk (that's right)

Up North I hit my niggaz off with good smoke

Out West they ridin with me, now I'm back hard

I'm just worried bout the rats that's in my back yard

Hated by many, confronted by none

I trust two guys, one's God, and one is my gun

Jada is the nice guy, 'Kiss is the monster

D-Block and Double R is my sponsor


Cowards don't mean what they say when they talk

Cowards lean a certain kind of way when they walk

Cowards don't mean what they say when they talk

Cowards lean a certain kind of way when they walk


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Support these cats out here grinding, still repping that true Hip-Hop.

Consequence Uncle Rahiem

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Andre 3000 Thought Process

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The thought process...

Now as an Outkast I was born,

wasn't warned of the harm

That would come to meet me like Met Life,

but yet life

Done sent me through a lot of up's and down like it ain't nothing'

Like elevators but I ain't the one that's pushin' the buttons

I got off at the 13th floor, when they told me that it wasn't one

They said it skipped from 12 to 14

Still smoking, still drinking,

no I'm sittin' on the Lincoln 4 A.M. thinkin'

that in reality the world is like a ball full of playas

We trapped off in this maze with walls made of layers

And only prayer is the tightest game that you can have

The devil's takin' a swing that might explain the broken glass

But my crystal ball see the pistol fall to the wayside

Nobody would die in cops and robbers when we used to play right

Huh, the only thang we feared was Williams, Wayne

Never though about hittin' licks or slangin' caine

Did not think I'd be the one to give in to abortion

Label me murder because my ass is scorchin'

Hot from the glock that sits under my seat

Yeah, it's real fucked up that my folks come to get me

And it's like dat, yeah...and it's like dem!

Outkast Elevators ATLiens

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