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Artsit:Ja Rule
Song:6 feet underground
Album:Rule 3:36
Website:UNKOWN
Intro:
Dice are rolling,
the knives are out,with the present dangers all around,
I don't say they mean harm, but they each give an arm,
to see us 6 feet underground.
Chorus
The Lord is callin me, my demons haunt me, this world it tortures
me, cause they don’t understand me (see us 6 feet underground). And while I’m holdin up, I
know you smiling down and all my enemies who wanna see me (see us 6 feet underground).
Look at me know, hittin them up holdin them down, cause I’m
destined to be, I know you love to see me (6 feet underground).
Why, see through the devils eyes, you vision my demise, so may
your soul lie (6 feet underground). Never before did I believe
that I could fly mo’, just getting high, my niggas just getting
by. If you can’t see we benzes ya’ll jags we rollies ya’ll tags,
we diamonds ya’ll glass,we get pussy ya’ll ass. Gimme love, we be
wearin guns tighter than gloves, with special 38 snubs, so we
don’t end up (6 feet underground). The pressure hittin em’, the
rule will still get rid of them, for those who feel they getting
away, Ja be sendin them (6 feet underground). I feel I’m
cursed-mind, body, and soul-ive been outta control, ever since I
fell in a zone. And want nuttin more than to see my niggas eat
with me, but my enemies want nuttin more than to see me (6 feet underground).
Chorus (2x)
The Lord is callin me, my demons haunt me, this world it tortures
me, cause they don’t understand me. And while I’m holdin up, I
know you smiling down and all my enemies who wanna see me (see us 6 feet underground).
I’m so ignorant, cause I done bled my last tears, and pain is
bliss, been through so many things. It’s hard to assist, a mind
that’s currently thinkin on its last wits, is nuthin to fuck
with. When I, know what I’m up against you must think I’m a fool,
claimin you love what I do, then be down playin the rule. Bad
move, more cars, more hoes, more jewels, and I love nuttin more
than to see you (6 feet underground). Doesn’t matter how we,
gonna get at em’ while we, gonna get at em’, and don’t know if
I'm at em but we sure gone send em’. Love em’ or leave em’,
niggas created a demon, let it open so I won’t be goin’ (6 feet underground).
Because I’m cursed-mind, body, and soul-ive been
outta control, ever since I fell in a zone. And want nuttin more
than to see my niggas eat with me, but my enemies want nuttin
more than to see me (6 feet underground).
Chorus (2x)
The Lord is callin me, my demons haunt me, this world it tortures
me, cause they don’t understand me. And while I’m holdin up, I
know you smiling down and all my enemies who wanna see me (see us 6 feet underground).
Get up, get up, get up, get up baby the rule can’t die tonite,
nowall my niggas is ya’ll wit me?! Yeaheeyeah, and all my bitches
is ya’ll wit me?! Yeaheeyeah, Just thoughi’d warn you, that I
ain’t livin right, niggas might see my life, as sort of a
sacrifice, money, bitches and ice, but fuck it. Roll, roll wit
sumthin, let me sip sumthin. Ride 1-2-5 in a low-low frontin, in
3 wheel motion, you know I’m high, flickin ashes at police while
ridin by. I’m ghetto, and I know fear is runnin deeper than love,
if you wanna get it, then come on nigga get it in blood, Because
I’m feelin cursed-mind, body, and soul-ive been outta control,
ever since I fell in a zone. And want nuttin more than to see my
niggas eat with me, but my enemies want nuthin but to see me (6 feet underground).
Repeat chorus 2x
#4 (Debut)
Artist:Limp Bizkit F/ DMX,Redman,Method man
Song:Rollin (URBAN ASSAULT VEICHLE)
Album:Choco star fish and hot dog water
Website:WWW.LimpBizkit.Com
(Fred)
Play the fuckin track
Play that fuckin track
Oh, there it is
Limp Bizkit (UGH)
Dmx (WHA)
Redman (Thats right)
Method Man
And we just keep on Rollin baby (Barks)
Are you ready?
Are you ready? (Ahhhhhhhhh)
(Chorus)
Move in now move out
Hands up now hands down
Back up Back up
Tell me whatcha gonna do now?
Breathe in now breathe out
Hands up now hands down
Back up Back up
Tell me whacha gonna do now?
Keep Rollin Rollin Rollin Rollin (UGH)
Keep Rollin Rollin Rollin Rollin (WHA)
Keep Rollin Rollin Rollin Rollin (UGH)
Keep Rollin Rollin Rollin Rollin
(Fred)
Now i know ya'll be loving this shit right here
L-I-M-P BIZKIT is right here
People in the house put them hands in the air
Cause if you dont care then we dont care
See i aint givin a fuck quit pressing your luck
Untouchable branded unfuckable
So keep me in this cage until you run that mouth
Then im'a have to plague and break the fuck out
And then we'll see who's left after one round with X
And what im'a bringing next, Just know it's Red and Meth
So where the fuck you at punk shut the fuck up
And back the fuck up while we fuck this track up
Are you ready? (Ahhhhh)
Are you ready? (Ahhhhhh)
ARE YOU READY? (Ahhhhhhh)
(Chorus)
(Method Man)
Wh-What ya'll thought you wasn't gonna see me? C'mon
Check my dangerous slang atrocious
When i let these nuts HANG focus it's wu-TANG
What the fuck's a Hootie and the Blowfish
I wave my black flag at the roaches
Who aproach us these twin super soakers
Who have poisonous darts for culprets
Too late to get your blowgun unholstered
Your left butered up and lightly toasted
SO WHAT I drink and smoke too much
SO WHAT I cuss too much Shut the fuck up
(Redman)
Yo Yo Yo
Now when we roll, you muthafuckas tuck in your gold
Cause for the platinum, im jackin niggas up in limos
It aint nuthin for bullets to unbutton your clothes
Description, Yellow male, Tissue up in his nose (You bitches)
Swing the vine on the baboon nuts
Im harry as hell outta hell and tatooed up
Im'a dog only fuck in the bathroom WHAT
In high school i dealt only with the class room sluts
(Method Man)
My name is Johnny, Donnie Brasco
Tuck the gat low, Cut ya cash flow
Yell if you want money (Ahhhhhhhh)
Funny, a hungry dummy snatched crumb from me
Doc and Hot mix bodies in the moshpit
(Redman)
Yo yo yo
And im the D-O, you lookin at the raw invented
On friday I spend 35 to 40 minutes
Smell up the bathroom like craigs pa was in it
Ending up on your back wu swords up in it
Anyone can match me i crack'em all a guiness
Fuck how many thugs, playas or ballas in it
Brick city, Shaolin Better call us sinners
Boys that'll run up in your white mall and spill it
B-B-B-BLOW
Ahhhhhhhhhh (Yo he said C'mon)
(Chorus)
(Dmx)
It just dont get no darker than that kid with the parker
Bald head with the boots who shoots to make it spark
Now im'a fair nigga but aint there nigga
Quicker than the hair trigger so if you dare nigga
It'll be like your man trying to hold your brain to your head
But you'll be shitin on yourself cause you're already dead
And at the funeral you wont need a casket
Im leavin just enough for them to stuff in a basket
a tisket a tasket, I really need my ass kicked
My moms never let me forget that im'a bastard
I aint never been shit (UGH)
It aint gon' be shit (UGH)
Thats why I take shit (UGH)
Whenever i see shit (UGH)
It's just that thief shit (C'mon)
D's short for do what i wanna do
And thats what im gonna do right here in front of you
And i'll be runnin you and your man straight up out (UGH)
Ya'll niggas aint runnin a fuckin thing but yo mouth (Ohhh)
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh (Barks)
C'mon
(Chorus)
(Fred)
You wanna mess with Limp bizkit (Yea)
You can't mess with Limp bizkit (Why)
Because we get it on (When?)
Everyday and every night (Oh)
And this platinum thing right here? (Uh huh)
Well we're doing it all the time (Wha)
So you better get some better beats and uh get some better rhymes (Oh)
you dont really really really wanna get shit started
And people everywhere just get retarded
Get retarded
Get retarded
People everywhere just get retarded (C'mon)
(Chorus)
(Fred)
Thats right baby
Watch out punk
LIMP BIZKIT
DMX
METHOD MAN
REDMAN
Swizz beatz where the fuck you at?
Bump that shit (barks)(4x)
RuffRyders Punk
#3 (DEBUT)
Artist:Lil Kim and Sisqo
Song:How many lick`s
Album:NOTORIOUS K.I.M.
Website:WWW.BadBoyRecords.Com
[Sisqo]
Hold up
So what you're saying is, oh
(Niggas got me pissed like Lil' Kim)
You want to get freaky again, aiight
A-ooh-ah-ooh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
[Lil' Kim]
I've been a lot of places
Seen a lot of faces
Ah hell I even fuck with different races
A white dude his name was John
He had a "Queen Bee" rules tattoo on his arm, uh
He asked me if I'd be his date for the prom
And he'd buy me a horse, a Porsche and a thong
a babma nigga from Down South
Used to like me to spank him and cum in his mouth
And Tony he was Italian (Uh-huh)
He ain't give a fuck (Uh-huh)
That's what I liked about him
He ate my pussy from dark till the morning
And called his girl up and told her we was boning
Puerto Rican papi, used to be a Deacon
Now he be sucking me off on the weekends
And this black dude I called King Kong
He had a big ass dick and a hurricane tongue
[Sisqo]chorus
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the pussy
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the (Tell me)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the
(Oh, oh)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
[Lil' Kim]
This verse goes out to my niggas in jail
Beating their dicks to the double XL
Magazine, you like how I look in the aqua green?
Get your Vaseline
Roll some weed with some tissue and close your eyes
And imagine your tongue in between my thighs
C.O., open up, cell, block, eigth
Ooooooh(ooh ahh ooh ahhhhh)
Alright nigga that's enough
Stop, look and listen
Get back to your position
Kim got your dick hard starting fights in the yard
Hotter than a Pop Tart fresh out of the toaster
Niggas do anything for a Lil' Kim poster
Esses, bloods, Crips, all the thugs up north, in the hole
They all wanna know
Sisqo-chorus
[Lil' Kim]
If you driving in the street hold on to ya seat
Niggas grab ya meat while I ride the beat
And if you see a shiny black Lamborgini fly by ya
(Shoom!)
That's me the Nightrider
Dressed in all black with the gat in my lap
Lunatics on the street gotta keep the heat
Sixty on the bezel, a hundred on the rings
Sitting pretty baby with a Cash Money ring
12 AM I'm on my way to club
After three bottles I'll be ready to fuck
Some niggas even put me on their grocery lists
Right next to the whip cream and box of chocolates
Designer pussy my shit come in flavors
High-class taste niggas got to spend paper
Lick it right the first time or you gotta do it over
Like its rehearsal for a Tootsie commercial
[Sisqo]
How many licks does it take til you get to the center of the How many licks does it take til you get to the center of the (Tell me, oh yeah) til fade
#2 (Debut)
Artist:J-Z
Song:Give It To Me
Album:Dynasty Roc La Familia 2000
Website:WWW.Rockafella.com
Let's go
Hov!
Uh huh, Hov'
You, are, not, ready
Hov', unstoppable, Dynasty, young Hova
I'm a hustler baby [I'm a hustler]
I just want you to know [Wanna let you know]
It aint where I been [It aint where I been]
But where I'm bout to go [Top of the world!]
Now I just wanna love you [just wanna love you]
But be who I am [you know you love me]
And with all this cash [mo' money, mo' problems]
You'll forget your man
Now give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, thatgushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
[Verse 1]
*When the Remi's in the system
Aint no tellin will I fuck 'em will I diss 'em
That's what they be yellin
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Y'all be chasin, I replace them*
Huh, drunk of Crist', mommy on E
Can't keep her little model hands off me
Both in the club, high, singing off key
*And I wish I never met her at all...*
It gets better, ordered another round
It's, about, to go, down
Got six model chicks, six bottles of Crist'
Four Belvederes, got weed everywhere
What do you say, me, you and your Chloe glasses
Go somewhere private where we can discuss fashion
Like, Prada blouse, Gucci bra
fith Mart jeans, take that off
Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I said give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that thang wit the gushi stuff
But don't punish me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
[Verse 2]
Yeah, save the narrative you savin it for marriage
Let's keep it real ma you savin it for carrots
You wanna see how far I'ma go
How, much I'ma spend but you already know
Zip, zero, stingy with dinero
Might buy you Crist', but that about it
Might light your wrist, but that about it
Fuck it, I might wife you and buy you nice whips
Ma, but you really gotta ride nice dick
Know how to work your hips and your head's priceless
Confess your love the Hov', and I'll never let you down
Get you bling like the Neptune sound
Okay, hot Hov', too hot to hold
Ladies love me long time like 2Pac's soul
Only way to roll, Jigga and two ladies
I'm too cold, Motorola, two way page me, c'mon
Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I said give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I'm a hustler baby [uh, Hov']
I just want you to know [Hov']
It aint where I been
But where I'm bout to go [Hov', Hov']
Now I just wanna love you [young Hova]
But be who I am [know you love me]
And with all this cash [mo' money, mo' problems]
You'll forget your man
[Verse 3]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Same song, I'm back, been around the world
Ro-mancing girls that dance with girls
From, Club Cheetah, to Club Amnesia
The Peanuts in L.A., bubblin in Dublin
Can't deny me, why would you want to
You need me, why don't you try me
Baby you want to, believe me, Hov'!
Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I said give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
You gotta...
Give it to me
Uh, uh huh
#1 (DEBUT)
Artist:Cash Money
Song:Baller Blockin
Album:Baller Blockin
WebSite:??????
TURK:
EVERYDAY ALL DAY ALL WE DO IS GET OUR GRIND ON
FROM SUN UP TO SUN DOWN GET OUR GRIND ON
TRY'NA BUST WIDE OPEN WITH MY (CLANK)?
put a hit on this nigga so so we can be lajink
YOU KNOW HOW IT IS WANT EVERTHING FOR OUR SELF
WANT EVERY NIGGA DOIN' FA ME NOBODY ELSE
I'MA DOG,IT AIN'T NO SECRET I WANT IT ALL
COKE,DOPE,HOES,AND THA FANCEY CARS
THA GAME IS COLD, BUT IT'S FAIR NIGGA
CAN'T TRUST NO MAN CAUSE A NIGGA DON'T CARE NIGGA
A NIGGA A DO ANITHING JUST TO BE THA MAN W/ALL DA WORK
KIDNAP YOUR WIFE-DAUGHTER ERASE YOU OFF THA EARTH
THEM NIGGA'S CUT THROUGHT
THIS SHIT IS REAL COUSIN'
BETTER KNOW DA GAME IF YOU DON'T YOU GET KILLED COUSIN
BE READTY TO TAKE A NIGGA WOBBLE HIN' YOURN'
??????? AND LEAVE BRAINS ON DA CURB
CHORUS:(TURK)4x's
WHY YOU BLOCKIN' US
BALLER BLOCKIN' US
YOU NIGGAS KEEP TRYIN'
AIN'T NO STOPPIN US
BABY:
NIGGAS BALLER BLOCKIN SO THEY LETTIN' OFF SHOP
THA FEDS CAME THOUGH CAN'T STOP THA CLOCK
DEN' WHY NIGGA UP TRYNA CLOSE MY SHOP
LOVELY CAME THROUGH IN A BENTLY DROP
THA CADALAC TRUCK WE PAINT DEY GOT HOT
STILL RUNNIN THROUGH DEM' HALLWAYS TOTTEN GLOCKS
WORD GOT AROUND CURLY TRYNA CLOSE MY SHOP
THA MAILMAN DOWN bad tell em GRAB THA GLOCK
TELL DEM STUPID HOES SHUT UP YO BOUT TO GET POPPED
DEM CAMERAS OUT AND DEM LIGHTS IS ON
THA FEDS COMMIN THROUGH AND DEY GETTIN'ON
SO WE DUCKIN' HIGH SUPPLY AND RIDE
BIG PARTY GOIN ON A BIG WOO TONIGHT
SO WE COCK THA GLOCK
CAUSE BEEF IS hot
NIGGAS SHOUTIN OUT WINDOWS STEDDA HEAD SHOTS
BELIEVE DAT PLAYBOY
CHORUS:(TURK)4x's
E-40:
niggas be?????????????????
slip slid slipery like ???
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young ward playa tring to money mack up on a million ??? pay or get yo cap peled then
whippin ass and taken names about my pay
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"BALL TO WE HAVE IT ALL"
CHORUS:(TURK) 4x's
JUVENILE:
I KNOW I NEED TO STOP BUT I'MA SOLJA SO FUCK IT
besides i'm responsoble for suplyin the public
MY DADDY GOT SHOT SO I'M HOLDIN IT DOWN
OUTTA LINE outta bounce puttin four in a clown
bitch answer when i call make me know you got my change
is it bull shit on yo brains do you thank i'm playin games
see that's why lil niggaz like you get murder in the game put yo self in a situation mess around and get taimed
don't let partnas off tha block confuse ya
they open up a package and they try to misuse ya
now tell me who got assed out me and you to ha
and bubba want his money so i gotta kill you ha
and about them muther fuckin laws trin to get mine
doin all that bull shit doin at the same time
you midas well give the dope game up
cause beatris said he got a fresh package that came up
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