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Sunday, January 10, 2010

Children Of Bodom - Lil Blooded Ridin Hood

Artist: Children Of Bodom
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
Fire of the light, lil' blooded ridin' hood angel
Light before the night, dark you'd try
You try reversing the ray of fire
The ray amid sets your desire

I'll kill you!

Show me the signs of your silence
In the race of corpse alone
Take me down, oh please can I feel you?
My lil' blooded ridin' hood

Goodbye motherf-ckers!

Little blood I'd blow away
For a second did I go
It's a loss!
But I'll follow you 'til the end of the world

I'll kill it for you
I hate you and I want you dead!

I'll kill you!

Show me the signs of your silence
In the race of corpse alone
Take me down, oh please can I feel you?
My lil' blooded ridin' hood
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Children Of Bodom Lil Blooded Ridin Hood

Saturday, December 26, 2009

504 Boyz - Uptown

Artist: 504 Boyz
Music Album: Goodfellas
(Music Song Lyrics):
Taxi]
Did you call a taxi
[Master P]
Yea
[Taxi]
Where you going my brother
[Master P]
Uptown. Ya heard me Calliope 36-49 go cross the Bra
Bridge and make a left

[Chorus: Suga Bear (repeat 2x's)]

I'll be hangin uptown (hangin)
With my niggas
Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea

[Master P]
Uptown baby, don't clown baby
It's going down baby, I'm with my rounds baby
Uptown CP3, nigga my block stay hot
You rally dirty war, nigga I got it on lock
From the Mac to the Meph to the Calliope
Nigga in the bricks at night fool anything goes
Rose Tavern is the spot were I stash the glock
Hoody Hoo, Run forest here comes the cops
Nigga second line badge where my peeps get killed
R.I.P. T' shirts nigga to remember the real
Sam Skulley got killed and Big Glen got Life
My lil cousin Jimmy did 8
but now he's trying to change his life

[Chorus 2x's]

[Mac]
Now let me take you to the land of the choppers
pussy poppers and body droppers
crooked cops and quarter shops
when the cop shopper
you get your hands on a a bird
don't say a word
there is a million coke spots with no coke to serve
when you see them nigga swerve in the Lexus
and you can't get no buss pass
to get your ski mask, and get a click
but make sure it niggas you been f-cking with get a bitch
bout that murder, murder and sucking dick
on the slick doe, cause they pulling akickdoes
and I think it was them nigga out that Thomas
cause they had them black macs and bombers
but you didn't hear that me, I can't talk, I can't see
look matter fact when it happen, I was overseas with P
and that how a nigga be, I be on GT with wears and boots
when them f-cking people spin in, my niggas holla "OOP OOP"
and if a nigga find ya, we second line behind ya
blow some ganja in your memories
sportin Tee's to remind ya we still

[Chorus 2x's]

[C-Murder]
Now if you looking for me playa
when I'm down in the city
you wanna get with me then hit me
or come in that Calliope and get me
for real ask Whine and Eyes
I be down in the cut
me, Boo Gee and Tee Dee
we be tearing shit up
feel my rounds, uptown them tuff guys on the block
just like Slim and Marcello
they got that Nolia on lock
and that Rose Tavern
I'm chillling right in front of Randall pictures
they hit cha but ask Victor
where gonna always be with cha
I'll let Lil Cory tell a story while he down in the 5th
I hit the spliff, pass the twirk and yell CP3
We make a move and bounce the House of Blues
full of Tequila, we left the dagger shop
them po po's sweating the block
and now it's back to the Calliope
(it's back to the Calliope)
the driveway of the middle of 3rd Ward code
I represent it lil daddy
cause it's a Calliope thing
and uptown is the place where I chill and hang

[Chorus 2x's
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504 Boyz Uptown

Friday, October 30, 2009

Bishop: U Know U Ghetto

Bishop U Know U Ghetto
Artist: Bishop
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
[lil kids (Bishop)]
U know u ghetto (dont be ashamed )
U ghetto
U ghetto ( dont be ashamed )
U ghetto
U know u ghetto

[Bishop]
U know u ghetto when you got rats and roaches
With the fan in the window, front door wide open
U know u ghetto when u say "I aint offended"
Change the channel with some pliers, got a hanger for a antenna
U know u ghetto eatin chicken everyday
With color weave in your hair and you trickin for a pay
Gold teeth in your mouth
Out talkin loud
And the car that you drive cost more than your house
U know u ghetto when your job is illegal
Live in the projects with furniture like rich people
U know u ghetto when you cook with lard
Only credit that you got is your food stamp card
U know u ghetto when you own section 8
Have dues everyday, but you pay your bills late
Understand this song, get your jam on
And yo grandma whip you with whatever she get her hands on

[chorus]
[lil kids (Bishop)]
U know u ghetto ( look at the way you walk)
U ghetto ( c'mon, listen to how you talk)
U ghetto ( look at the clothes you wear)
U ghetto ( haa, look at that style of hair)
U know u ghetto

[Bishop]
U know u ghetto pickin boogers and you flick 'em
And eat with your hands stead of washin 'em, you lick 'em
You dont know your daddy
And your hair nappy
People catch the Holy Ghost in church gettin happy
U know u ghetto call the crib your house
Be at funerals screamin, fightin, then fall out
U know u ghetto sellin clothes that you stole
And when you go out it's like a fashion show
U know u ghetto with a name like Shaniqua
Pookie, Red, and Peanut puttin codes in your beeper
When you hear stuff, helecopter, city bus
????? straight out of the ice cream truck

[chorus]

[Bishop]
U know u ghetto only shop when there's a sale
Late everywhere you go with an excuse to tell
U know u ghetto when you pee outside
Catch bronchitis, get ?????? and sleep tight
U know u ghetto when y'all stealin cable
Cussin and DJin on underground radio
Sayin Yo' Mama jokes
Fightin on talk shows
Matress against the wall
Aint no frame, it's on the floor
U know u ghetto with dreads, ????, and braids
Weave, colorful nails, afros, ??????, and ?????
U ghetto, wont pay back money that you borrow
And wearin an outfit you gon' return tomorrow
U know u ghetto bettin on a number
Usin words like "Uhh-huh", "Naw", and "Uhh-uhh"
Stead of "Mom" you say "Ma", stead of "Dad" you say "Da"
You see nickel stores, bar-b-cue stands, and laundromats

[chorus]

[Bishop]
U know u ghetto punchin aint playin house right
Your kids bare foot playin outside
Eat food of the ground, say "God, bless the church"
Let your kids drink beer talkin bout "It gives 'em worms"
U know u ghetto borrowin your friends clothes
Ran out of water supplies from people next door
U know u ghetto heat the house with the oven
And anybody famous from the hood your cousin
U know u ghetto cussin out your teacer
And when somethin happen your mama screamin "Lord Jesus!"
When you use street knowledge
Graduate from school and go to jail instead of college
U know u ghetto bar-b-cuein every holiday
Pizza man wont even deliver around your way
Whjere the gang hang out, cornerstore hang out
Mom's at the gas station beggin for some change now

[chorus]

Saturday, December 26, 2009

504 Boyz - Tight Whips

Artist: 504 Boyz
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
(feat. Lil' Romeo, Magic, Yungsta)
[Hook]
We roll tight whips, everyday
Bentley, Lex, Mercedes, and Escalades
We roll tight whips, everyday
Hustlin to make a big buck, but that's ok

[Verse 1]
They say the top ain't acting funny
He ain't holla'd a day
He got the top back, you know his new Z28
Holla at ya (BOY!) with the 8 of us 8
But they like my rims they just non-stop (SPREWELL!)
Look like they runnin away

[Verse 2: Magic]
I'm doing 80 in the lightin
Duece trays on shine
The cops try to pull me over but my rims done blinded em
Cus I got 4 models in the back of my truck
18" Bazooka bumpin my stuff
Waking the BLOCK UP!

[Verse 3: Master P]
Call me Ghetto Bill cus my seats they be Gucci
And when I roll through the hood I got 2 or 3 hoochies
Lou Vaton Airbags 'case I crash bad
Futuristic kidded up like I'm Batman
Represent the PROjects
TV when I roll that
Gamblin for a car, no
Hope I don't blow that, WHOA!

[Hook]

[Verse 4]
We roll big body Benz it's the navigators
In the hood, servin freaks like I'm a restaurant waiter
Blue lights on the Jag cus I love to shine
Keep it by my shorty so that we be hard to find
I ain't pay the car note, in about 3 months
I'd rather, spend my paper on Henney and blunts
Even when the truck stop those things be constant spinnin
I'm a 504 Boy so I'm constant with it

[Verse 5: Yungsta]
Roll around in tight whips
Catch me on the night shift
I'm just a Yungsta, I roll without a license
My dogs is triflin, homie you can bite when
First one in the hood on the block with the ice rims
My seats be piped out, TVs with the lights out
Had these blinkin when I passed, try not to wipe out
Dash with the wood grain, still in the hood man
Catch me on lean car clean we doing big things

[Hook]

[Verse 6: Silkk]
The way we do it
She got a man, but she still gonna turn around
Bentley, a bucket with chicken I'm like ma, go turn em now
It's like No Limit said it, we all day, no loss
Just parkin lot pimpin, car changin colors
These boys go hard off

[Verse 7: Master P]
We leave the tags in the window, whodee
Cus it's worth about a hundred
V12 with remote control (cha-cha) engine runnin
P.Miller throwbacks, with the convertable shift
Candy paint thong version with the iced out chip
Yokahama tires, whodee, but I only got 3
No Limit Boys we thuggin I get a high for next week!

[Verse 8: Lil' Romeo]
I'm fish tailin my dad, and I'm rollin on drops
Sportin Sprewell to the curb I think I saw the cops
They call me Richie Rich, I got my name in the seats
X-Box in the front and the back DVDs
Got TVs in the head rest with the big wide screen
Got the navigation system with the phone in between
Rollin a coupe with the top down when I go outdoors
We roll on old days around here, that's 24s

[Hook]

[Jamaican flow]

[Verse 9]
I got that whip block paint off, my ride air ding dong
The nose on my hood just like my ride stay PISSED off
I roll through yo hood they ask me do I call lift off
Like if it was made out of space with 20s and crishtoff

[Verse 10]
Go real glistens
These chicks, call me Mista Cleana
A firecracker, big ballin, it's something you've never seen
I'm sippin lean, off thick playin on 6 TV screens
Interior green, 24s, but you know, it ain't no thing
HAH

[Verse 11: Master P]
We ghetto fab, let our bling bling show
Driveway like a dealership, don't walk no more
We wiling out, all day, all night
Cus this is my life, my life, my life...

[Hook]
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Sunday, November 1, 2009

Biz Markie: Groovin

Biz Markie Groovin
Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
One-two one-two
This is a groove, y'knahmsayin? We just gon' get down
My name is um, Biz Mark
Got my man Cool V in the um, in the um thang
And I can't forget my man, Everett-is-an-zell{?}
We gonna give love to
I'd like to give a very special um, thanks to my man LG
{?} and, I'd like to uhh, kick it a lil' somethin like this
Check it out now

[Verse One]
Words of wisdom, knowledge of understandin
To be like me takes practice and plannin
Come out fresh, like graANNNNNND openin
Fender bender, loan shark lender
Kareem changed his name, from Lew Alcindor
The Bob Barker, the {?} stopper
The mad harper, the Cyndi Lauper
To be or not to be a celebrity
A little, comedy with Eddie Murphy
Grandmaster Flash, Treacherous Three
And the King of Rockers, Run-D.M.C.
To all the girls and boys, like to make noise
Crazy gents, spendin dollars and cents
Women and men that borrow and lend
And all the children that try to pretend
to be a Prince {?}, or Jackson
Now my man Michael loves to eat cycle
crazy wings off the gravy train
My great dane Joey, so bowl a household
With the b-boy product that'll help them grow
We don't give 'em milk because that give 'em the craps
We feed 'em um, sausages and liver snaps
but seriously, I'm in the place to be
But it ain't a place to be without me me me
Between herpes and AIDS, I'd rather have VD
Gonorrhea syphillis is a real bad case
You get goner in her pants, rhea in her face
I wouldn't stick mine in her, beeehind
{*babbling*} a without vine
{*babbling*} one heck of mine, mine mine mine

[Outro]
And we gon' give a little shoutout
This is a little shoutout, right here
I just wanted to give it

Saturday, December 26, 2009

504 Boyz - Yeah Yeah

Artist: 504 Boyz
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
(feat. Slay Sean, Young Blaze)

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah

[Master P]
Check my status, then check my name
You want to win give me the ball, the last play of the game
Cause I'm a big time baller, shot caller
From Uptown, got a house and a quarter
You wanna fight me, then bite me
Stop tripping cause your baby mama like me
We roll Benzes, Beamers, Ferraris
Then we smoked out our band new parlay
I'm like Randy Moss, throw me a pass
I'm like Belvin Davis, bout to bust your ass
Call me Austin Powers, cause I leave you groovy
I ain't R. Kelly, don't make no movies
But I'll freak you, won't beat you
You buck then I'll be the preacher
We in it, we winning
They can't stop the New No Limit

[Chorus: Slay Sean - 2x]
You wanna be me, we off the heezy
Catch me on the block, black V-Tweezy
You see the rims spinning, yeah we still winning
Who we be, the New No Limit

[Slay Sean]
Fresh out the hood daddy, look at the wood daddy
You see the neck you see the wrist, that's mad karats
Dog I'm past average, my lifestyle's lavish
Ya'll can keep the hood, I'm bout to jump it off in Paris
I got a lot of habits, love stacking cabbage
You ain't no where near my level son, don't get embarrassed
We push the hottest whips, we on that baller shit
We cop our jewels like rat, give me all of this
Bout that foolishness, bitch like a Jewish kid
I'm that dude in the club, with the bluest wrist
My whole crew is thick, you can not fool with this
I'm bout my paper, and I don't plan on losing it

[Chorus - 2x]

[Young Blaze]
Hey yo it's still me Young Blaze, still in the mix
You could catch me in a six lil one, still in the bricks
In that 5-0-4 flip it, drop the O
And you left with that four-fifth, cocked at your do'
I'm country so I talk slow, walk even slower
Sip henny in a pickle jar, chickens in a Rover
Yes sir, got Seawoodson's on the truck grinning
Like if I could stop blinking, maybe they could stop spinning

[Chorus - 2x]
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504 Boyz Yeah Yeah

504 BOYZ - Yeah Yeahfeat. Slay Sean, Young Blaze

Artist: 504 BOYZ
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah

[Master P]
Check my status, then check my name
You want to win give me the ball, the last play of the game
Cause I'm a big time baller, shot caller
From Uptown, got a house and a quarter
You wanna fight me, then bite me
Stop tripping cause your baby mama like me
We roll Benzes, Beamers, Ferraris
Then we smoked out our band new parlay
I'm like Randy Moss, throw me a pass
I'm like Belvin Davis, bout to bust your ass
Call me Austin Powers, cause I leave you groovy
I ain't R. Kelly, don't make no movies
But I'll freak you, won't beat you
You buck then I'll be the preacher
We in it, we winning
They can't stop the New No Limit

[Chorus: Slay Sean - 2x]
You wanna be me, we off the heezy
Catch me on the block, black V-Tweezy
You see the rims spinning, yeah we still winning
Who we be, the New No Limit

[Slay Sean]
Fresh out the hood daddy, look at the wood daddy
You see the neck you see the wrist, that's mad karats
Dog I'm past average, my lifestyle's lavish
Ya'll can keep the hood, I'm bout to jump it off in Paris
I got a lot of habits, love stacking cabbage
You ain't no where near my level son, don't get embarrassed
We push the hottest whips, we on that baller shit
We cop our jewels like rat, give me all of this
Bout that foolishness, bitch like a Jewish kid
I'm that dude in the club, with the bluest wrist
My whole crew is thick, you can not fool with this
I'm bout my paper, and I don't plan on losing it

[Chorus - 2x]

[Young Blaze]
Hey yo it's still me Young Blaze, still in the mix
You could catch me in a six lil one, still in the bricks
In that 5-0-4 flip it, drop the O
And you left with that four-fifth, cocked at your do'
I'm country so I talk slow, walk even slower
Sip henny in a pickle jar, chickens in a Rover
Yes sir, got Seawoodson's on the truck grinning
Like if I could stop blinking, maybe they could stop spinning

[Chorus - 2x]
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504 BOYZ - We Bustfeat. Ghetto Commission, Krazy

Artist: 504 BOYZ
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
[Silkk talking]
Ok P, I think they done f-cked up now, right?
We have to bring the headbusters down
From that 504, ya'll know wha w bout, ya heard me?

[chorus (Krazy) 1X]
These bitch niggas can't f-ck wit' us
We bust
I guess I gotta show you niggas you could be touched.
Me and my souljas, we be bout, 50 deep
The life that we livin' we can't slip or sleep

[Halloway]
I'm from that 405 backwards
WhereI fell in these tractors
Where niggas ride around wit' 20's spinnin' on adaptors.
I'm from the Terrordome
Where niggas sport hair and bone
And there's one major label in this city, and each is own.
No love for hos
Cuz they'll leave you wit' your shit exposed
Set you up
And get cut
And act like they don't know f-ck
I'm from that dirty
Where niggas will kill behind that birdie
We use words like say brah and bitch you heard me.

[G-Spade]
War and collide
f-ck wit' us and fo' sho die
HIt yo' block from both sides
GC's sick and tired
These niggas don't play
Thinkin' it's a f-ckin' game
Bitch hide you rear, but too, we struck to your f-ckin' brain.
Better ask them niggas do they really want war
They'll tell you ah, nope, not wit' Spade dawg
Shit's real
Get your cap peeled
Feel your blood spill
Keep this snub, no steel
Cuz these thugs will kill

[Valario]
It's war wit' this six slugs
Known to sell drugs
Down south, thugged out, never gave a f-ck
Everybody in this muthaf-cka down to bust
504, nothin' but murderas among us
Ghetto Commission rippin' them niggas up alone the choppers.
TSO know that the ghetto niggas street stoppers.
504, the Westbanks comin' real
504, them other niggas know the deal

[chorus 2X]

[Silkk the Shocker]
Nigga can't be f-cked wit', dawg, nigga, no way.
We make niggas go to the FEDz, so they can relocate.
While ya'll do it for a couple of hours, we do it for the whole day.
If I gotta do somethin', shit, you know I gots ta hold weight.
War, we about that nigga
f-ck wit' my clique, I doubt that nigga
Leave the keys in the car, hop up out that nigga
Cuz we about the figgas
Still about the triggas
To myself, type of nigga that'llstay in the cut
Lil' quiet ass niggas, really don't say much
Hatas, confrence calls tomorrow, tryin' to make up.
No pistols play slim nigga, hardly lift no weights up.
Project nigga, sip Henny in a cup
19 on the Sedan, come through 20's on the truck.
Thugged out
NIgga, I love this clout
Put it down for my niggas, plus I love the South
See these niggas that I roll wit', don't gotta second guess that.
They'll put it there, where your chest at
Tank around my neck, ya'll better respect that
I don't fight, if you got hands (guns fire) you'll catch that.

[chorus 2X]

[Krazy talking]
Now
f-ck it
Murder your muthaf-ckin' ass nigga
Ghetto Commission nigga
And that nigga Silkk
Haha, and Krazy
I'm just thuggin'
It's all love, babay
This No Limit shit deep nigga
You niggas can't swim
Don't get in the muthaf-ckin' water
Cuz you'll get a bomb bitch
We don't give a f-ck
It's ain't no love
Nothin' but thugs
DRAMA!
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Friday, October 30, 2009

Biz Markie: Like a Dream

Biz Markie Like a Dream
Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
[Chorus: Lil' Kal possibly others]
It's my country, you can say what you, wanna say about me
But at the end of the day I'll be countin my mo-ney
It's like a dream - yeah, it's like a dream - yeah
cause at the end of the day I'll be countin my mo-ney

[Verse One: Biz Markie]
It's the Emzah-A, R-Rzah-Kayah
Like the internet, I am here to stay-ah
Been a long time, I know it's been years
"Oops! I Did it Again" like Britney Spears
Like The Matrix , I - Keanu Reeves
Ring around the collar and doo doo on the sleeves
I'm explosive, like, dynamite
I should be on "Entertainment Tonight"
Or "Access Hollywood" or "Soul Train"
I'm so on fire, I fart propane
Don't use Rogaine, got a head full of hair
Cause the brother on the mic is so debonnaire
I'm so cool, the Fonz say "EYY!"
Cause I'm the best MC from around my way
Never listen to what haters say
I just stay focused like Kobe in L.A.

[Chorus]

[Verse Two: Biz Markie]
I'ma do it, like I never have done it
Never got drunk and never got blunted
The {?} in my ear, they cost about a hundred
If the record's a hit, you know the Biz spun it
Super educated master rap techniquer
Ill funk freaker every day of the week-ah
Whether it's Kim, Agnes, Monique or Tamika
My unique physique make 'em all weaker and weaker
Cause I'm hung, like Mighty Joe Young
They all get sprung, from the joy that I brung
I drive a Hummer, I'm hot like Donna Summers
I'm one of the first human (rum-a-pum pummers)
No matter what they say, I always sound flyer
Than anyone you heard, or even de-sired
Yes it's me, I'm the Original B-I-Z
M-A-R-K-I with the E

[Chorus]

[Verse

Monday, November 16, 2009

Sisqo And Mya - Unleash The Dragon

Artist: Sisqo And Mya
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
[Sisqo]
The Dragon
What I'm about to do
I'm sure nobody expected
But that's what I do
Y'all know me
Know me now?
I'm about to release the dragon
Uh, uh, come on

Here I come
Niggas hold me back
Try to hold him back
Cause I'm about to let the dragon
Attack, who? (Who?)
You so get out my way
It's a new millennium
It's a brand new day
Bugged out niggas
Thugged out niggas
I don't really care you're are all my niggas
I'm about to let the dragon out
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

1 - [Sisqo]
Y'all niggas gonna make me
Unleash the dragon
I know you don't really wanna
Unleash the dragon
Niggas if ya hear me say yeah
Shorties if ya hear me say yeah

Repeat 1

[Sisqo]
So what's the dragon?
Uh what's the dragon?
It's when you try to hold in your style and
Niggas got me pissed like Lil' Kim
So I'm about to switch the industry again
Your hands up shorties
Stand up shorties
I'm about to shake the whole land up shorties
We about to let the dragon out
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

Repeat 1(2x)

[Beanie]
(Yeah, yeah, uh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yo I don't think y'all cats want Mac to release the dragon
Catch me in all black underneath your wagon
Plastique in the detonator
I can see you in I.C.U on a respirator
Y'all cats all know how this one go
B-Mac rap guerrilla with the official flow
Any beef with my peeps then let the pistols blow
I'm lay back for now and let Sisqo flow

Repeat 1 (2x)

[Sisqo]
Uh, 2G, Sisqo nigga what?
Uh-huh, yo I ain't thugged out
All I'm doi
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Wednesday, December 2, 2009

BENZINO - Figadoh Remixfeat. Busta Rhymes, M.O.P.

Artist: BENZINO
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
[Intro]
Get money, get that dough
Get money, get that dough
Get money, get that dough
What, what, get that dough
Get that dough, get that dough
Get that dough, get that dough
Get that dough, Figadoh

[Busta Rhymes]
Ray Benzino.. Hangmen 3..
Bus-a-Bus.. M.O.P...
What the f-ck?
Let's give it to ya
Yeah, what the f-ck y'all want? (Ha ha ha)
What the f-ck y'all want? (Ha ha ha)
What the f-ck y'all want? (Ha ha ha)
Come on (Ha ha ha)

[Busta Rhymes]
Guess who's comin through right now, bitch?
To smack you with the force to kill a f-cking cow, bitch
Hunh, I told you not to f-ck around, bitch
Foul nigga, that's the way we gettin down, bitch
You shook faggot, I'ma keep you motherf-ckers shaking
And run around just like a crazy big foot Jamaican
See there's no mistaking, see you can never replace me, nigga
They think you alien, whippin shit like a hated nigga
I wonder, wise guy trife and said to me
What we be on and that we would have a recipe
Talk, what they talkin bout rude boy?
Some gully niggas up in the place, we comin through, boy
The news be tryin and run go report niggas
The way they do when immigration trt to deport niggas
Ray Benzino, Bus-a-Bus and M.O.P.
Just for the record - none of you niggas can f-ck with me!

[Chorus 2x w/ Busta Rhymes ad libs]
Figadoh
Doooooooooough
Fi-ga-doh, Figa-da-doh!
Fi-ga-doh, Figa-da-doh!
You know me, Figada-figada-figada
Get that dough, Figada-doh

[Benzino]
Me and Bus-a-Bus breakin bread dough town
f-ck a bus - we private jet Motown
Boston streets.. where I put my flow down
Hold up, you shakin it fast, bitch slow down
Blaze shots for the gangster in me
You scared to carry heat, don't hang with me (Motherf-cker)
Big guns, no thang to me
Top three is what I aim to be
Hunh, and what I rep.. mainly 3
Ain't no muthaf-cka spittin flames like me
Original gon come, brew it up
M.O.P. gon come, to rip it up
When I reach, it ain't to greet you
f-ck your people, motherf-cker pleased to meet you
B-E-N-Z-I-N-O...
This the remix, Figadoh, bitch!

[Chorus]

[Lil' Fame]
(Bom bom bom) F-I-Z-Z-Y dub O
Mack (Bingfield, B.K.) Oh!
Bring bitch out of the bubbs warrior style
Throwing bricks, bottles and slugs (Get it on son!)
I spit 8 bars and smack the f-ck out the engineer before the songs done
Just to make this shit more hotter
So tighten up your training wheels bitch...
Cause your f-cking with a scholar

[Billy Danze]
With this I step lively, talking to myself cause I'm mad
With a mack 10 to spin - back up nigga! (Back up nigga!)
Watch out nigga.. (Watch out nigga!)
I'm coming, mojo smokin, I ain't jokin faggot, I'm gunnin
I ain't hear nothin, start runnin
Why you suprised, you a f-cking with a man who got.. (Fire!)
With sides will.. (Fire!)
Any nigga that want it, any nigga that front it, I pump one in his stomach

[Chorus]
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Tuesday, December 1, 2009

BENZINO - Jump Upfeat. Raekwon, Cormega, Superb

Artist: BENZINO
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
[Superb] Aiyyo, this a perv, yo
[Cormega] Yo, son there's bitches in there?
[Raekwon] Yeah, yeah, the coaches, aiight then

[Hook: Superb]
Jump up in the party like (what!)
Where my niggas at? (what!)
Where my bitches at? (what!)
Bartender where the liquor at?

[Raekwon]
Aiyyo, seven thick ribs nigga, check out my man
He got braids and with bread break ape on your grave
We from the gutta niggas, chest sputta what up
f-ckin with us or get you cut up, matta fact get'cha mutha
Cause I ain't fo real fo real, don't play games and I'm ill
I'm just a business man who love getting niggas killed
Smell my satiate smell keys, that shit's like deodorant, daddy
I like maglees for other reasons
Run with niggas that love paper
We let the youngest niggas get rich and mow them like makeup
You can lex 'Zino and Benzino together
That's priceless to put our pay together, niggas by Lexus
Straight out the ghetto niggas is pussy
To even f-ck with us that'll be the day a white nigga mush me
Straight up, two-thousand is mine
Heavy lines, heavy guns, big-ass Chevy's, we make niggas shine

[Hook: Superb]
Jump up in the party like (what!)
Where my niggas at? (what!)
Where my bitches at? (what!)
Bartender where the liquor at?
Jump up in the party like (what!)
Where my niggas at? (what!)

[Benzino]
Black shells, scuba style, sonar, I go deep
Rip lungs outta jaws, flawless, I don't sleep
The fast and furious, Yokohama twin jets
Black and white bagettes, I'm duckin feds
Hydro-plane, hydro-foil blow hydro
Smooth gotho, Ray, its aiight I got those
I got this, son I spotless
Frozen watches, belts wit the notches
Bitches topless, three-way manages, Motorola holder
Break bread with Motola, take advice colder (aiight!)
Kedar knock-areano, Motown soldier
I thought I told ya lil' double Ray'll ghost ya
Double row, parvin, three-sixty rubber band
Ice me Apalla then three shave frozen hand
Dark shadow, my shit gleam in the shade
Watch `Zino flow, f-ck the Macy's parade

[Hook 2x: Superb]
Jump up in the party like (what!)
Where my niggas at? (what!)
Where my bitches at? (what!)
Bartender where the liquor at?

[Cormega]
Yo, broke far from it, coke, sold a lot of it
Flow off the meter, let me know if y'all want it
Son, the life of problems and guns, so silence her, son
Bugs Bunny Icebergs and Air Force One's
I paint a picture listen up you become part of the song
When I slow my first young a new saga begun
Unaware, I would become a nemesis for livin in this
Drug dealin life, smoked niggas and bitches with plugs
Never been a snitch, I'm not built like that
I'm real, that's why we not feelin you like that
I'm the ghetto manifested in words
When I die, niggas'll point a valuable lesson I learn
Whether OG or adolescent in the presence ashurn
OT or O-key handlin birds
Like Dominique I feel I deserve respect I earn
Mega is a word we all protect with words, holla

[Hook 2x: Superb]
Jump up in the party like (what!)
Where my niggas at? (what!)
Where my bitches at? (what!)
Bartender where the liquor at?
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Saturday, December 26, 2009

504 Boyz - We Bust

Artist: 504 Boyz
Music Album: Goodfellas
(Music Song Lyrics):
Silkk talking)
Ok P, I think they done f-cked up now, right?
We have to bring the headbusters down
From that 504, ya'll know wha w bout, ya heard me?

chorus [Krazy] 1X
These bitch niggas can't f-ck wit' us
We bust
I guess I gotta show you niggas you could be touched.
Me and my souljas, we be bout, 50 deep
The life that we livin' we can't slip or sleep

[Halloway]
I'm from that 405 backwards
WhereI fell in these tractors
Where niggas ride around wit' 20's spinnin' on adaptors.
I'm from the Terrordome
Where niggas sport hair and bone
And there's one major label in this city, and each is own.
No love for hos
Cuz they'll leave you wit' your shit exposed
Set you up
And get cut
And act like they don't know f-ck
I'm from that dirty
Where niggas will kill behind that birdie
We use words like say brah and bitch you heard me.

[G-Spade]
War and collide
f-ck wit' us and fo' sho die
HIt yo' block from both sides
GC's sick and tired
These niggas don't play
Thinkin' it's a f-ckin' game
Bitch hide you rear, but too, we struck to your f-ckin' brain.
Better ask them niggas do they really want war
They'll tell you ah, nope, not wit' Spade dawg
Shit's real
Get your cap peeled
Feel your blood spill
Keep this snub, no steel
Cuz these thugs will kill

[Valario]
It's war wit' this six slugs
Known to sell drugs
Down south, thugged out, never gave a f-ck
Everybody in this muthaf-cka down to bust
504, nothin' but murderas among us
Ghetto Commission rippin' them niggas up alone the choppers.
TSO know that the ghetto niggas street stoppers.
504, the Westbanks comin' real
504, them other niggas know the deal

chorus 2X

[Silkk the Shocker]
Nigga can't be f-cked wit', dawg, nigga, no way.
We make niggas go to the FEDz, so they can relocate.
While ya'll do it for a couple of hours, we do it for the whole day.
If I gotta do somethin', shit, you know I gots ta hold weight.
War, we about that nigga
f-ck wit' my clique, I doubt that nigga
Leave the keys in the car, hop up out that nigga
Cuz we about the figgas
Still about the triggas
To myself, type of nigga that'llstay in the cut
Lil' quiet ass niggas, really don't say much
Hatas, confrence calls tomorrow, tryin' to make up.
No pistols play slim nigga, hardly lift no weights up.
Project nigga, sip Henny in a cup
19 on the Sedan, come through 20's on the truck.
Thugged out
NIgga, I love this clout
Put it down for my niggas, plus I love the South
See these niggas that I roll wit', don't gotta second guess that.
They'll put it there, where your chest at
Tank around my neck, ya'll better respect that
I don't fight, if you got hands (guns fire) you'll catch that.

chorus 2X

(Krazy talking)
Now
f-ck it
Murder your muthaf-ckin' ass nigga
Ghetto Commission nigga
And that nigga Silkk
Haha, and Krazy
I'm just thuggin'
It's all love, babay
This No Limit shit deep nigga
You niggas can't swim
Don't get in the muthaf-ckin' water
Cuz you'll get a bomb bitch
We don't give a f-ck
It's ain't no love
Nothin' but thugs
DRAMA
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Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Benzino - Figadoh Remix

Artist: Benzino
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
(feat. Busta Rhymes, M.O.P.)

[Intro]
Get money, get that dough
Get money, get that dough
Get money, get that dough
What, what, get that dough
Get that dough, get that dough
Get that dough, get that dough
Get that dough, Figadoh

[Busta Rhymes]
Ray Benzino.. Hangmen 3..
Bus-a-Bus.. M.O.P...
What the f-ck?
Let's give it to ya
Yeah, what the f-ck y'all want? (Ha ha ha)
What the f-ck y'all want? (Ha ha ha)
What the f-ck y'all want? (Ha ha ha)
Come on (Ha ha ha)

[Busta Rhymes]
Guess who's comin through right now, bitch?
To smack you with the force to kill a f-cking cow, bitch
Hunh, I told you not to f-ck around, bitch
Foul nigga, that's the way we gettin down, bitch
You shook faggot, I'ma keep you motherf-ckers shaking
And run around just like a crazy big foot Jamaican
See there's no mistaking, see you can never replace me, nigga
They think you alien, whippin shit like a hated nigga
I wonder, wise guy trife and said to me
What we be on and that we would have a recipe
Talk, what they talkin bout rude boy?
Some gully niggas up in the place, we comin through, boy
The news be tryin and run go report niggas
The way they do when immigration trt to deport niggas
Ray Benzino, Bus-a-Bus and M.O.P.
Just for the record - none of you niggas can f-ck with me!

[Chorus 2x w/ Busta Rhymes ad libs]
Figadoh
Doooooooooough
Fi-ga-doh, Figa-da-doh!
Fi-ga-doh, Figa-da-doh!
You know me, Figada-figada-figada
Get that dough, Figada-doh

[Benzino]
Me and Bus-a-Bus breakin bread dough town
f-ck a bus - we private jet Motown
Boston streets.. where I put my flow down
Hold up, you shakin it fast, bitch slow down
Blaze shots for the gangster in me
You scared to carry heat, don't hang with me (Motherf-cker)
Big guns, no thang to me
Top three is what I aim to be
Hunh, and what I rep.. mainly 3
Ain't no muthaf-cka spittin flames like me
Original gon come, brew it up
M.O.P. gon come, to rip it up
When I reach, it ain't to greet you
f-ck your people, motherf-cker pleased to meet you
B-E-N-Z-I-N-O...
This the remix, Figadoh, bitch!

[Chorus]

[Lil' Fame]
(Bom bom bom) F-I-Z-Z-Y dub O
Mack (Bingfield, B.K.) Oh!
Bring bitch out of the bubbs warrior style
Throwing bricks, bottles and slugs (Get it on son!)
I spit 8 bars and smack the f-ck out the engineer before the songs done
Just to make this shit more hotter
So tighten up your training wheels bitch...
Cause your f-cking with a scholar

[Billy Danze]
With this I step lively, talking to myself cause I'm mad
With a mack 10 to spin - back up nigga! (Back up nigga!)
Watch out nigga.. (Watch out nigga!)
I'm coming, mojo smokin, I ain't jokin faggot, I'm gunnin
I ain't hear nothin, start runnin
Why you suprised, you a f-cking with a man who got.. (Fire!)
With sides will.. (Fire!)
Any nigga that want it, any nigga that front it, I pump one in his stomach

[Chorus]
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Saturday, October 31, 2009

Biz Markie: Get Down

Biz Markie Get Down
Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
[Verse One]
Now that Biz Mark's inside the joint
Guaranteed to rock and always prove a point
Doin what I do cause it gotta be done
About the Prince of Boogie and the Master of Fun
My rap technique is most very unique
Your toes start to squeak, by the way that I speak
My rhymes are more sporty than the ESPN
And the way that I spit, you like again and again
From here to the Hima', I'm like a Lil' Kim-ah
Notorious and glorious, way above the rim-ah
I'm not a gangster rapper, and I don't get freaky
Never drunk or high or don't a-smoke ciggys
I'm just self-assertive, BORN crazy
When I came out my momma they said, "A whoopsy daisy!"
As you see, you know I, I keep it goin
So take it from me, HA, the king of disco'n

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Get down, so get on down, get get on down
"I'm bound to wreck your body" - get, you gotta get on down
Get down, get on down, get get on down
"I'm bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out"

[Verse Two]
I'm the type of guy that be keepin it hot
Wherever you see me, I be rockin the spot
Big belly and all, y'all be havin a ball
People gather round me like I'm Pope John Paul
We can't party like it's 1999 no more
Cause it's 2 2 baby, and the future's in store
So let, olden way-s be forgotten
And felt just grab a girl cause she's soft as cotton
Get on the dance floor, back that ass up girl
And act like you don't have a care in the world
Rock around the clock, hickory dickory dock
Shout to B.I.G., 'Pac, L, Tah and Scott LaRock
I'm glad I made it to the Y2K
So what can I say? Salate!
You look at me funny and say, "Whadda you say?"
I'm the B-I-Z Emezzah-A-R-K

[Chorus]-acapo

Friday, October 30, 2009

Biz Markie: Bad by Myself

Biz Markie Bad by Myself
Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
Yeah yeah yeah
Oooooohh
Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhh, yeah yeah yeah
Let me tell you a story now

[Verse One]
I was in front of the Apollo on Amateur Night
It was after the show, and the moon was right
The {?} was really perked off the Red Zone
I was in my MPV, I was all alone
A lot of out-of-town people askin me for
My John Hancock or my signature
I gave it to, all of them cause I was down to earth
And plus the Apollo is my home turf
So I walked across the street 'til I'm on, 125
I saw this pair of shoes that was really live
It wasn't just a pair of shoes, that was on her
From the ground up, she looked like a plate of lasagna
I said, "Hey shorty, not you, your hair"
She turned around slowly and started to stare
She said, "Why don'tcha take picture, it'll last a lil' longer?"
Me likin you grew a little bit stronger
She asked me what's my name I said, "Emmezah emmezah"
"The name that your momma gave ya is what I prefer"
She asked me what am I drivin, and how is my health
I know what you're really thinkin baby, LET ME TELL YOU!

[Chorus One - Biz singing]
I can do bad by myself
I don't need no help, to starve to death
I can do that alone
I can do bad by myself
I don't need no help, to starve to death
I ain't tryin to be funny honey

[Verse Two]
She started arguin with me, and say she's not like that
I know who you are, I don't care if you're livin fat
Because I have a mother and father that take care of me
And I'm livin in Long Island with a J-O-B
Okay okay I got you wrong, I must admit
I'ma give you a little time to see if you're legit
So we started goin out on a regular basis
I was takin her to the movies and my hangout,

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Chubb Rock - The Regiments Of Steel

Artist: Chubb Rock
Music Album: The One
(Music Song Lyrics):
Sugarhill, fatback, run-d.m.c., epmd
Fat boys, redhead kingpin, cool c
And my man kurtis blow, yo..

[chubb rock]
The battlefield, the synonym - call it the wax
The recording sciences developing the tracks
Is not the essential fabric but if you have it
Might make you a household name and let you gain
A million fans, coliseums all out sold out
And when they call out your name you pull out fake clout
Cause you're sauerkraut, you're not really about
Nothin... you're bluffin
But i'm callin your bluff to see if you're really tough
Show me your stuff... enough!
Shut up, close your mouth, put away your tap shoes
Your feet can't say a rhyme this time, you lose
But i respect you for what you accomplished, a great deal
Just admit you can't handle the steel
Gregory hines can't take mines
The winans can't start rhymin
And you're just like them, you had a top ten
You have a rap feel, but you can't wield the steel
It takes many many moons, to create tunes
But loons assume that half past noon
They'll have rap down pat, but it's wack
You must be on crack, you're buggin cause your head is at
A place where reality doesn't seep in
Practice makes perfect then you might reap in
The benefits of this respectable field
And all respect due to the regiments of the steel
Assemble!

Word, this is goin out to some hip-hop greats, yaknowhati'msayin
Rakim and.. chuck d

[chubb rock]
The obese boulder, will shrug your shoulder
If you say you're a regiment and you can't hold the
Steel with some kind of appeal
Not dealin with sex, or a bicep flex
Has nothing to do with physical appearance
But the way you stimulate the kids and their parents
Will fulfill the applications to be inducted
Into the regiments, respect to the veterans
And the pioneers, with dying tears
To see rap has survived after 15 years
And ready to go 15 more
Three-fourths of every store has only rap on their racks
Rap force goin strong, on and on
Take a few seconds, to say peace to sarah vaughn
Now back to the steel that will wield a golden reel
And when you kick it to a james brown feel
Field was made twenty years ago
And not a penny-oh was saved cause the way he behaved
Was kinda ill, the regiments to his skill
Was extrordinary.. until
He took a fall, the regiments will keep his style
Flowin for a long while
The regiments made this artform universal
Whether it's a street sound, or commercial
Obstructors, are just realizing, that this is real
Respect to the regiments of the steel
Assemble!

More hip-hop greats, youknowhati'msayin?
Big daddy kane, krs-one, kool g. rap, super lover cee
Biz markie, heavy d, lady kazaam, special ed
Slick rick, lakim shabazz, queen latifah

[chubb rock]
Sugarhill, that sold about eight mill'
When "rappers delight" caused media fright
How could a bunch of kids possibly sell more than me
And randy travis kickin all that country madness?
Failing star, failing guitar or a banjo
Your whole artform needs to retire in orlando
Rap has developed in the motherland by storytellers of wisdom
No wonder we're best-sellers
The art was passed on from generation to generation
Developed in the mind cause the rhyme
The track is just a cosmetic background
Cause we all need some kind of sound..
To complete the whole feel
And it's wield by the regiments of the steel

Word up, mc lyte, my boys gangstarr
The d.o.c., eazy-e, salt-n-pepa, whodini
Grandmaster flash, furious five, grandmaster melle mel
Tribe called quest, the jungle brothers
Dana dane, kwame, shabba rank'n, de la soul
Stetsasonic, shinehead, lil' shawn
Kid'n'play, rob'n'dave, rich nice, fat doug
Finesse'n'synquis, groove b. chill
Ll cool j, flavor flav, professor griff
Positively black, utfo, dr. ice, esp
Sweet tee, kool moe dee, fearless four
Cold crush..
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