Bizkit Limp: Break Stuff

Artist: Bizkit Limp
Music Album: Significant Other
(Music Song Lyrics):
its just one of those days
when ya dont wanna get up
everything is f-cked
eveybody sucks
and u dont really know why
but u wanna justify
ripping someones head off
no human contact
and if u interact
your lifes ur own contract
ur best bet's just to stay away muthaf-cka
its just one of those days

*its all about the he said she said bullshit
i think u better quit that shit, slip, or u'll be leaving with a fat lip
its all about the he said she siad bullshit
i think u better quit talking that shit
so come and get it*

its just one of those days
feeling like a freight train
first one to complain
leaves with the bloodstain
damn right i'm a maniac
better watch ur back
cos im f-cking up the system
yall kno ur justf-cked up
and dont wanna get f-cked up
ur best bets just to stay away muthaf-cka
its just one of those days

*its all about the he said she said bullshit
i think u better quit that shit, slip, or u'll be leaving with a fat lip
its all about the he said she siad bullshit
i think u better quit talking that shit
so come and get it*

i fell like shit
my suggestion
is to keep ur distance
cos right now im dangerous
weve all felt like shit
been treated like shit
all those muthaf-ckas
better step up

u kno i pack a chainsaw
skin ur ass raw
and if my day keeps going this way i just might break something tonite
u kno i pack a chainsaw
skin ur ass raw
and if my day keeps going this way i just might break something tonite


*its all about the he said she said bullshit
i think u better quit that shit, slip, or u'll be leaving with a fat lip
its all about the he said she siad bullshit
i think u better quit talking that shit
so come and get it*

yall kno a pack a chainsaw [what]
pack a chainsaw [what]
a muthaf-ckin chainsaw [what]
yall kno i pack a chainsaw

so come and get it

Benzino - Feel Your Pain

Artist: Benzino
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
(feat. Outlawz)

[Napoleon (Benzino)]
Don't worry soulja (Made Men, Outlawz)
Yo, pain ain't nuthin but a part of the game
They got us real f-cked up
Ain't nuthin but a part of the game, deal wit it

[Napoleon]
Life -- is a hustle, I got my .45 waitin to bubble
I lost a lot of my loved ones to the struggle
It's like I'm holdin back my breath through a muzzle
It's like I got one more piece to complete the puzzle
You only got one chance cuz I don't love you
And I'll be boned if I cock back and slug you
For all my dead niggas, that's above you
It's like a feud, my family ain't around they done
And if I lose one more soulja I'ma drown someone
Who Makaveli? I give you eight to ya belly
For Killa Khadafi, please tell the cops to stop me
My brother Seeky, I'ma ride all night for ya
And do the same for Gustafa and Big Mike soulja
This to my main man comin from a Made nigga
I feel your pain, hold ya head, let's get paid nigga

[Benzino]
Yo hear my number Polly, call me
And anytime you wanna talk about the situation, involve me
I understand just what your goin through
I lost niggas too.. I shed tears too..
I can't cry no more, yo Tony what'chu die for?
Three strike 915 is what I ride for
You and Roc hold it down, we aight (we aight)
We with the Outlawz, sippin Henny all night
Been goin through that shit since day one
I think I live this long, cuz I live by the gun
But that's the question, I know my life is dee-per so feel me
Cheated death many times when niggas tryed to kill me

[Chorus - Young Noble]
I feel yo' pain! - Sick torment 'til he's guarded
Keep us caged like dogs, go to shit in the yard
I feel yo' pain! - Drownin in the rain and shit
The only thing that's f-cked up, we can't change this shit
I feel yo' pain! - Nigga yo I'm just like them
When I was broke on the block I had clips like them
I feel yo' pain! - Speak it to ya straight from the heart
No matter what you come across you gotta live, get lost

[Kastro]
Ain't nothin to fear in this love affair, when shared with the streets
I'm in deep losin all kinds of sleep
Ain't no love, so my eyes don't blink
And I'm so shell-shocked I need to see a shrink
It stink, stinks so much I can't think
And when it hurts too bad, I numb it up with a drink
And chase my liqour with a bad temper
Too f-ckin blind for the big picture
Losin my mind, it's just a sign of the times,
and when my loved ones go, part of my insides dying wit 'em
Shit, ain't nobody to blame, can't nobody complain
Can you feel my pain?

[E.D.I.]
Would you look into my world and tell me what you see now?
Nothing but emptiness, God replinish this
f-ckin with Devils shit I'm tryna stay righteous
Losin my love I ain't felt pain like this
Start of this motherf-ckin game wasn't nice shit
I f-ck around lost the one thing priceless
Cars and broads won't do, dawg'll slice shit
I'm just passin the time until my number hit
f-ck it I'll run wit it, until I feel I'm done wit it
Stack up the ones and let my sons come up rich
Clutchin a piece of the past, I move on
Using this pain to keep a nigga strong

[Chorus - Young Noble 2x]

I feel it...
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Benzino Feel Your Pain

Guided By Voices - Shit Midas

Artist: Guided By Voices
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
Say shit Midas
This world's looking funny to you
World's looking funny to you
Shit Midas
Everything you touch
Everything you touch
Is turning to as much
Is turning to as much
As such
As you would have it
Shit Midas
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Guided By Voices Shit Midas

BENZINO - Feel Your Painfeat. Outlawz

Artist: BENZINO
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
[Napoleon (Benzino)]
Don't worry soulja (Made Men, Outlawz)
Yo, pain ain't nuthin but a part of the game
They got us real f-cked up
Ain't nuthin but a part of the game, deal wit it

[Napoleon]
Life -- is a hustle, I got my .45 waitin to bubble
I lost a lot of my loved ones to the struggle
It's like I'm holdin back my breath through a muzzle
It's like I got one more piece to complete the puzzle
You only got one chance cuz I don't love you
And I'll be boned if I cock back and slug you
For all my dead niggas, that's above you
It's like a feud, my family ain't around they done
And if I lose one more soulja I'ma drown someone
Who Makaveli? I give you eight to ya belly
For Killa Khadafi, please tell the cops to stop me
My brother Seeky, I'ma ride all night for ya
And do the same for Gustafa and Big Mike soulja
This to my main man comin from a Made nigga
I feel your pain, hold ya head, let's get paid nigga

[Benzino]
Yo hear my number Polly, call me
And anytime you wanna talk about the situation, involve me
I understand just what your goin through
I lost niggas too.. I shed tears too..
I can't cry no more, yo Tony what'chu die for?
Three strike 915 is what I ride for
You and Roc hold it down, we aight (we aight)
We with the Outlawz, sippin Henny all night
Been goin through that shit since day one
I think I live this long, cuz I live by the gun
But that's the question, I know my life is dee-per so feel me
Cheated death many times when niggas tryed to kill me

[Chorus - Young Noble]
I feel yo' pain! - Sick torment 'til he's guarded
Keep us caged like dogs, go to shit in the yard
I feel yo' pain! - Drownin in the rain and shit
The only thing that's f-cked up, we can't change this shit
I feel yo' pain! - Nigga yo I'm just like them
When I was broke on the block I had clips like them
I feel yo' pain! - Speak it to ya straight from the heart
No matter what you come across you gotta live, get lost

[Kastro]
Ain't nothin to fear in this love affair, when shared with the streets
I'm in deep losin all kinds of sleep
Ain't no love, so my eyes don't blink
And I'm so shell-shocked I need to see a shrink
It stink, stinks so much I can't think
And when it hurts too bad, I numb it up with a drink
And chase my liqour with a bad temper
Too f-ckin blind for the big picture
Losin my mind, it's just a sign of the times,
and when my loved ones go, part of my insides dying wit 'em
Shit, ain't nobody to blame, can't nobody complain
Can you feel my pain?

[E.D.I.]
Would you look into my world and tell me what you see now?
Nothing but emptiness, God replinish this
f-ckin with Devils shit I'm tryna stay righteous
Losin my love I ain't felt pain like this
Start of this motherf-ckin game wasn't nice shit
I f-ck around lost the one thing priceless
Cars and broads won't do, dawg'll slice shit
I'm just passin the time until my number hit
f-ck it I'll run wit it, until I feel I'm done wit it
Stack up the ones and let my sons come up rich
Clutchin a piece of the past, I move on
Using this pain to keep a nigga strong

[Chorus - Young Noble 2x]

I feel it...
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BENZINO Feel Your Painfeat. Outlawz

Benzino - Picture This

Artist: Benzino
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
(feat. Foxy Brown)

[Foxy Brown talking]
Ooh-in
Yeah
F-O-X nigga
Made Men
Its official gangsta shit
Trackmasters, that's right
What you know about this?
B.K., yeah
Woo

[Foxy Brown]
While you hoes play rich
I'm a made bitch
It's funny how you bitches forget
Who the don-ga-gun bitch?
Filthy rich and I don't hate
I still throw on some Sean John shit
Ears all rocking, ankle frostbit
Fox to cocky, nigga know your place
Nigga won't f-ck this til I cop a case
Face no dudes in this shit, I'm a classy bitch
A niggas style and my dot six shits
Before I run through prada and skate through the district
Niggas wanna see me on some real flip shit
Cop my biscuit on some f-ck-a-do shit
What, niggas forgot that I'm a B.K. bitch
And it gets no iller than this, cocksucker

[Benzino]
Is it the rocks on my wrist that got you amazed?
Or the cars that I whip that got you dazed?
Or the way I be lookin when I rock my braids
And of course y'all know, my niggas amazed
So f-ck what you heard
Its simple and plain
Benzino cock back shit to shock your brain
Can't stop that til I lock this game
Won't hold back, I want lots of fame

[Hook]
[Foxy Brown]
Picture this
Who the f-ck niggas think they are?
F-O-X-Y pull niggas car
Niggas got to meet me at the bar
Take a bitch to burp off while I'm sliding off
[Benzino]
Picture that
Who the f-ck chicks think they are?
M-A-D-E pulls bitches cars
Hookas better meet us at the bar
We ain't gone shop unless its on and pop

[Benzino]
Y'all niggas kill me
Tryin to bang on wax
Fake gangstas
My shit bang on tracks
And before you know it dude
I be bangin your act
You not a real thug
I mean, she told me that
And don't get it twisted cause I hold the gat
Don't try and risk it
I won't hold it back
Me, Benzino, kill you over a bitch?
What?
Picture that

[Hook]
[Foxy Brown]
Picture this
Who the f-ck niggas think they are?
F-O-X-Y pull niggas car
Niggas got to meet me at the bar
Take a bitch to burp off while I'm sliding off
[Benzino]
Picture that
Who the f-ck chicks think they are?
M-A-D-E pulls bitches cars
Hookas better meet us at the bar
We ain't gone shop unless its on and pop
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Benzino Picture This

Bizkit Limp: He Said She Said

Artist: Bizkit Limp
Music Album: Break Stuff
(Music Song Lyrics):
Its just one a those days when you dont wanna wake up
Everything is f-cked, everybody sucks
You dont really know why, but you wanna justify
Rrippin someones head off
No human contact, and if you interact your life is on contract
Your best bet is to stay away mother f-cker
Its just wanna those days

REFRAIN:
Its all about the he said she said bull shit
I think you better quit, lettin shit slip
Or youll be leavin with a fat lip
Its all about the he said she said bull shit
I think you better quit, talkin that shit

Its just one a those days
Feelin like a fraight train
First one to complain, leaves with a blood stain
Damn right, Im a maniac
You better watch your back
Cuz im f-ckin up your program
And if you feel stuck up, you just mucked up
Next in line to get ff-cked up,
Your best bet is to stay away mother f-cker
Its just one of those days

REFRAIN

So come and get it

I feel like shit
My suggestion is to keep your distance
Cuz right now Im dangerous
We've all felt like shit,been treated like shit
All those mother f-ckers
That wanna step up

I hope you know im like a chain saw
I'll skin your ass raw
Aand if my day keeps goin this way I just might
Break something tonight (2X)
Im like a chainsaw
I'll skin your ass raw
And if my day keeps goin this way I just might
Break your f-ckin face tonight

Gimmie somethin to break (3X)

How bout your f-ckin face

I hope you know Im like a chainsaw (what)
A chainsaw (what)
A mother f-ckin chainsaw (what)

So come and get it

REFRAIN

So come and get it

Biz Markie: Tear Shit Up

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
[Biz Markie]
Huh-huh, uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh
Y'all know, uh-huh, uh, uh-huh
Y'all know, uh, uh uh-huh
Check it out {"C'mon!" - Chuck D}

[Verse One - every last word or syllable is echoed]
Don't go to Getty, go to Exxon
Like "Bonita Applebum," ya gotta put me on
Got good luck like Lucky Charms leprechaun
Can't believe Freaky Tah and Big L is gone
You think I'm a mailman, well my delivery
Ain't no other brother like the B-I with the Z
Emezah-A-Rrrah, say K-I with the E
I got mo' rhymes than Muhammad Ali
Not number one but here to have fun
Guaranteed to proceed and get the job done
Y'all, know, my competition is none
Funky funky fresh from the day I begun
You rock with me, you're guaranteed to have a ball
Got a big belly, over six feet tall
My favorite team is the Vikings when I watch football
Here's another one to get you off the wall

[Chorus - unknown female while Jeff scratches]
He's Biz Markie, as you can see
He came to tear tear tear shit up {"C'mon!"}
He's Biz Markie, as you can see
He came to tear tear tear shit up {"C'mon!"}
He's Biz Markie, as you can see
He came to tear tear tear shit up {"C'mon!"}
He's Biz Markie, as you can see
He came to tear tear tear shit up, up, up {"C'mon!"}

[Verse Two - with the same echo]
Soon to be elected in the Hall of Fame
I rock the microphone, emceeing's my game
I flip so many styles, my name should be Flipper
On Three's Company, I wish I was Jack Tripper
Back in the days, I used to eat {?}litina{?}
Back in the days, my sister had a Thumbelina
Back in the days, I liked a girl named Angelina
Back in the days, I wanted to get in between her
My jingle bella, alwa

Gainsbourg Serge - Aux Armes Et Caetera

Artist: Gainsbourg Serge
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
Aux enfants de la chance
Qui n'ont jamais connu les transes
Des shoots et du shit
Je dirai en substance
Ceci
Touchez pas la poussire d'ange
Angel dust en
Shoot ou en shit
Zro hro l'infini
Je dis dites-leur et dis-leur
De casser la gueule aux dealers
Qui dans l'ombre attendenbt leur
Heure
L'hor
Reur
D'min
Nuit
Aux enfants de la chance
Qui n'ont jamais connu les transes
Des shoots et du shit
Je dirai en substance
Ceci
Ne commettez pas d'imprudences
Surtout n'ayez pas l'imprudence
De vous faire foutre en l'air avant l'heure dite
Comme Samantha
Edith
Et dites
Je dis dites-leur et dis-leur
De casser la gueule aux dealers
Qui dans l'ombre attendenbt leur
Heure
L'hor
Reur
D'min
Nuit
Aux enfants de la chance
Qui n'ont jamais connu les transes
Des shoots et du shit
Je dirai en substance
Ceci
N'approchez pas le magic mushroom
N'essayez surtout pas le free base
Car c'est lui qui vous baise
C'est celui qui vous baise
A l'aise
Je dis dites-leur et dis-leur
De casser la gueule aux dealers
Qui dans l'ombre attendenbt leur
Heure
L'hor
Reur
D'min
Nuit
Aux enfants de la chance
Qui n'ont jamais connu les transes
Des shoots et du shit
Je dirai en substance
Ceci
Touchez pas au dragon chasing
Chasse au dragon
Qui se prend en shoot ou en shit
Zro hro l'infini
Je dis dites-leur et dis-leur
De casser la gueule aux dealers
Qui dans l'ombre attendenbt leur
Heure
L'hor
Reur
D'min
Nuit
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Gainsbourg Serge Aux Armes Et Caetera

Saafir - The Hit List

Artist: Saafir
Music Album: The Hit List
(Music Song Lyrics):
featuring Sonnie Black

Intro:
Huh yeah yeah. Saafir in the house youknowhatI'msayin'? Layin' it down with
my nigga Sonnie Black. About to spit this shit to you. You might be on this
motherf-cker man. You know?

Saafir:
Since the death of the first two icons I be wonderin'
Who's gonna be the next to plummet in the dirt
Somebody is puttin' in major work
And drop the line of these top the line rhymer you know who was the first
And the second MC
The shit temps me
To keep practicing my aim at the shooting range
And keep my vest
In close range to my chest
Say a prayer to the game
Cause she won't be the same after this
I heard they
Who is they?
I don't know
But you know what they say
Don't believe it till you see it
But now I peep the Ebony special Big Daddy Dane or Super Nat
Death's comin' three and the shit is startin' to worry me (why?)
Cause this shit got to be connected to a much deeper plot
Maybe the government is fillin' it
Since they see them taxes of these millionaire black men rappin'
Imagin' if they got fed up and attached a contract
To touch these pathetic lips
Believe me
It would be called

Hook:
The Hit List
But it never happens to you if you're hitless
So you better stay sharp in you mental fitness
And always holla at your follies about business
What is this? The Hit List

Saafir:
The newspapers read
"De La Soul Is Dead"
The Stakes Is Higher than Hell fire
Shocking news travels like a live wire
To the Mississippi connect
Brought in from a club bathroom
Bartender slipped him a Mickey
Everybody in hip hop is trigger itchy
One of the Pharcyde got smoked in a hotel in Perkipsey
Upstate with no backin' I'm packin' heat
Like an immigrant work Nike factory
I feel like somebody is watchin' me
I got eyes in the back of my head and under my balls
Cassette from outside bathroom door stall
Watchin' my back without a pause
Scarface in Houston tryin' not to catch a bullet scar
Ridin' to the studio in bulletproof cars
ATF had a shootout ? wait with FaceMob
A cashier worker and a grocery bagger was tagged up
Body bagged up
Pedestrians meeting the concrete
Gettin' faces and body parts scrapped up
Face Mob swervin' through as they may ? (screeching)

Hook

Sonnie Black:
What is this the Hit List
The Hit List some sick shit over glove shit
Mr. Sonnie Black the fly ass tracks jack
You slippin' like bait on a fishing rod
I'm tryin' to manipulate your fate
I'm tryin' to get you God
Cause you tailored my made me good and plenty
Your soldiers turned GI Jane more (Moore) than Demi
Keep your hustle on kinko
God got blessings to give me

Saafir:
On Remy and a night chair
Spit my plot to my partners and hoes sittin' around in nightwear
Crackin' a window a slight air
A nigga feel twisted
The story
The Hit List
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Saafir - Swig Of The Stew

Artist: Saafir
Music Album: Boxcar Session
(Music Song Lyrics):
Another massive dose I'm sendin' in
Hittin' when I step back to the deck
Sidebets kick 'em in then raise up
Jet from the ivory it's time for me
To see if I can graze the cut
Just a hint I'm shuttin' down
ya pistons you'll have to listen
'Cause I'm clippin' of the wack
Bracket shit that's soft so go
Back to the troft and put it
Back next to the Smirnoff bottle
Where u found it from it sounds
Numb has no feel an organic
Synthesis did I mention this in
The last verse no I drive a fast
Hearse they'll have to catch the
Flow I'm snatchin' a row of burnt
Corpses and hopin' they lernt the
Forces that they're up against the
Immense in this shit will a
Fist to the grill instill a fraction
Of common sense you would want
Providence to play a part but it's
Obvious you have no heart I'm
Protruding a pro-tracker the
Proportion of a slacker is where I
store
The shit give me ya cup what's ya
Flavor it's juice taste it a swig of
The stew

Now that I have a deepdish spoon
Niggas be attackin' get blackin'
Eyes like racoons blew up like
Balloons busted rusted they're
Getting thrusted with them
Screw drivers who's the livest
Me and I love it when the
Slug rubs another from a rusty
Life they couldn't cut it so I cut
'Em with my trusty knife
Skinned alive and when deprived
Of one's life one thinks twice
Three time a lady Lionel couldn't
Pay or you to fade me 'cause
I be learnin' shit makin'
Ternikits for broken English
I'm yokin' the seamstress 'cause
I'm sewin' up shit. You know
I can rip, I rest with the
Hobo's yo yo's stay up no
Mayonnaise on the cut but I can
Bust it wit the mustard my
Spice is hot the radish
Adds this seasoning that creates
And make taste buds wanna make
dubs
Of a swig of the stew

Box Car 23 is my freight train
I'm not strippin' for the cock except
the Diesel the weight gain I make pain
and
I take it 'cause I'm humble a dirty rat
A sturdy gat is the back up for the
Smack up easy for me to pack the
knack
Up braggadocio rhymes I'm braggin'
while
I'm laggin' saggin' 'cause my jeans
hafta
Be lean for the cuisine who dat! Dick
Dasturdly could never master
Me drew raps after me comes me
stop
Suction cupping you got nothing
coming
But cum of burns hon. I'm doin' it
For my niggas in the oak-land where
I plan my escape from traits of empty
Crates and busted grapes are not
Part of the gomay hey just an
Appetizer filet mignon but the song
is the stew
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Saafir Swig Of The Stew

504 Boyz - Check Em

Artist: 504 Boyz
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
(Master P)
Who dat call the police
Yo ma called the police
I got five on the lips
But I ain't payin for the ass
You just got yo hair fixed
So can you pump a nigga gas
Now when you ridin in my truck can you pick a nigga dick
I got a boonapolist so can you be my trick
C-Murder called you hoes like some f-ckin crash dummies
It ain't love when the motherf-cking sex cost money
I ain't dissin you hoes
I just don't love you hoes
In yo raggedy ass Girbauds
When you swangin on them poles
Now if you trippin then you know you livin trife
And if you dippin I can't put you in my life
Cause all hoes suck dick
Let me tell you dog hoes you f-ckin with
See i don't play no games and i don't sweat no hoes
(But you Master P) Well bitch take off your clothes
Talk that shit now roll with it
Ya warefare check hoe go get it

(chorus)
(P) Check dem hoes
(Traci) Check dem niggas(4x)

(Traci)
Check dem hoes nigga is you crazy
You can stunt all you want but that shit don't phase me
(?) in front yo boys like you made me nigga
I hold my own ????????
Reppin like you gon shine
Nigga you is a waste of time
Gettin that ho to step to me
I gets down for mine
Me and my girls we don't play no games
f-ck you lames
When you walkin on side of me
I'm bringin you pain
You can talk that shit about suck yo dick
Get a grip
Broke bitch you ain't the shit
You know who you f-ckin wit
Drop a baby for you
Nigga you must be sick
Got no time for the lies all niggas is tricks

(chorus)

(P) Who dat call the police
Yo ma called the police
(Traci) Who dat call the police
Yo pa call the police
(P) Dem hoes call the poli
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504 Boyz Check Em

Benzino - Go Hard

Artist: Benzino
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
[Intro: Benzino]
Unh, Hangmen 3
2 Times and J.B.
Yeah, Benzino, c'mon
Let's take it to these motherf-cking streets, yo
Yo, throw your 3's up

[Benzino]
Lord I'm crying out, help me get my shit together
They tryin to put me back in, but I won't let 'em
I'm a living legend in these streets - east coast gangsta
With ties to the west coast, banging
Motherf-ck a street team, my team bereave streets
Since '86 street sweepers poppin out the back door
Sprayed blocks, certain niggas kept glocks
Trucks ramped, niggas couldn't understand it
Benzino, sniffin eighths of anthrax
Niggas can't touch me, my nose gettin runny
I got 5 cases, in 3 states with 6 lawyers
Had a 5S with Mass plates and 4 corners
Now I'm Black Stallion, Ferrari Twin Turbo
Probably been warned, but 'Zino gon hurt you
Enough's enough, let's take it to the streets
Raise big fire over Hangmen beats, c'mon

[Chorus: Benzino]
Go hard, or go home - I don't wanna hear it
My shit too long, and now you gon feel it
We gon break 'em, crash 'em, take 'em, smash 'em
Bang 'em, bruise 'em, hang 'em - Go hard
Break 'em, crash 'em, take 'em, smash 'em
Bang 'em, bruise 'em, hang 'em - Go hard
Break 'em, crash 'em, take 'em, smash 'em
Bang 'em, bruise 'em, hang 'em - Go hard

[Benzino]
Diablos, the slug from the web and kill Gotho
Nevatho, from East L.A., Bronx to Chicago
My choppa sting ya, make you scream "A bay Maria!"
Born leader, Benzino bring flame, born heater
I post bail with 6 figures, you slick niggas
Betta have extra clips if you try and stick with us
I'm a monster on this mic, official Made Men savvy
Draped with rabbit foot, nothing less 50 karats
My closet's like a rainbow - Velour suits change like the weather
Adidas box stacked, Fly 11's
Hydraulics in the 6 keep my CD's from skippin
You niggas trippin, nasty, know steady rippin
GQ Magazine, we on page 144
Source covers, Spaceships, Flex Tunnel Tour
I bet chu didn't know the Hangmen made a beat and laced Nas
Stop hating motherf-cker, go hard!

[Chorus]

[Benzino]
Benzino strike back - most hated, f-ck this rap game
Reputed gang banga, accused drug slanga.. thug
Rhyme sick style, arrogant.. thug
Run up on me wrong - not having it
My crew been through so much that you can't dream of
Everybody wanna be hard til they see slugs
Continue breaking bread with my team, thug mean muggs
I'm organized, my shit's effective
Selective, with the type of niggas that I run with
Guns clicked.. hold up, we on some other shit
Scream loud, Benzino represent for the niggas, bitches, gangstas, playas

[Chorus 2x]
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Benzino Go Hard

Bizkit Limp: Gimme Me The Mic

Artist: Bizkit Limp
Music Album: Results May Vary
(Music Song Lyrics):
hold up it’s the motherf-ckin’ concrete
suicidal nightshift loaded with a vice grip
poppin’ all you copies
who keep waterin’ down shit
thinking you can rap with that artificial outfit
your baggy pants and bottle of crack hits
f-ck all of that shit
f-ck all of you posers
let go of the mic kid
step into a world that you’ve never seen
when i’m fiening for a microphone
i’m a microphone fiend
bring on the motherf-ckin’ cutthroat,
territorial piss off
spit the deadly and ready for lift-off
who’s getting their shit tossed?
is it the one kid running his mouth
that he’s sucking his thumb with?
you’re damn straight
i’ll put it right in ‘em
no anti-venom for the buck-buck
see a world that you’ve never seen
when i’m fiening for a microphone,
i’m a microphone fiend
chorus
give me a motherf-ckin’ mic y’all
give me a mic y’all
give me a mic so i can rock it right y’all
i’m out of sight y’all
i’m out of sight y’all
i’m out of sight when i’m blowin’ up the mic y’all
you know it
you know it
hold up, check out the motherf-ckin’ tv
same song, same bands everyday, f-ck that
i’ll blow those motherf-ckers away, you wantin’
to hear some heavy ass metal that can
penetrate deep into your ear drums?
turn it up, motherf-cker
turn it up, motherf-cker
turn it up and step into a world that you’ve never seen
when i’m fiening for a microphone, i’m a microphone
fiend
chorus
it’s a crazy crazy world playing crazy
crazy shit on this crazy radio, I’m really sick of it

Saafir - Playa Hayta

Artist: Saafir
Music Album: Boxcar Sessions
(Music Song Lyrics):
It's best you let me wander or I'll taunt
Ya with my brain
I'm the editor in chief
The leaf a rap a dope shit antique
Rope kits for the hang time a
heinous crime
'Cause I drain his mind. Open it up
oh...not
The same as mine not the same ass
rhyme
Nickel plated statements with nickel
plated
Knuckle faded faces. No matter what
the Race is I hope ya cockpit got shit
I stock
Hits. Inventory glorious. I owe me this
I'm on my homies shit - the homeless
shown
This skill is real when I attack from
the
Back I'll say a rhyme then pull your
spinal
Cord from your torso, more so or
better
Yet more or less it's not an option
I'm coppin'
A plea seizing a shop and hopin' a
cop's
A blow of the past. If not, I'll be
blowin'
His ass away. J. Groove is on the cross, I'm
The heavyweight fader of a playa
hayta

Analysis is deep, forever on the peep
and I'm
The best, the crest of the ho shit...
yeah,
You can't manifest destiny unless it's
me
Oh, you don't approve of my moves
but I'm not
Starvin' for jargon, so save it.
My libido is
The needle to the wax, I like to tax in
Gazebos, surviving like a mac king,
clever
Never lacking when I'm stacking
endeavors
I try and try to tell fools, that I've been
Through hell and my tools ain't the same
As yours. Coors Light that's what
they're
Drinkin', must be I'm wrong yours is
right
That's why you're sinkin' in your own
sight
Nose is in my business, witnessin'
your
Own fate, drownin' in your own lake
of hate
But I don't see no abstinent crabs in it
Perverse perpin' after the salt I can
hear the rehearsal of a serpent,
urgent
'Cause you don't use your head when
you
Shed skin - dead end...for a playa
hayta

Charades, are played but I keep
getting it in
Large amounts because I be doin'
these Hoogies' charge account like a banker
I'm patient and I be waiting like an
anchor
To spank her. Then I get the softy
sanka
Coffee drinkin' breath stinkin'
cheddar cheese
Eatin' wheat germ, checker board
pants
Wearin' can't dance, and you're starin' in
My grill. But you had a steak
a nervous
Twitch and you're a badly fake and I
heard
His bitch is gettin' around like Tupac
Servin' niggas two at a time like she
got
Two cocks. New blocks she be conquering
Zip codes, I rip ho's that be lappin' up
Mark ass lames then charge it to the
Game. So he next time you step to
me
Like a defense attorney, Ha!...I'll
fade ya
'Cause you're a playa hayta.

From a real playa ' cause I play the
game
The same, not behind no dame, so
you
Can get these thangs
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Saafir Playa Hayta

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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504 BOYZ We Bustfeat. Ghetto Commission, Krazy

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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504 Boyz We Bust

Chubb Rock - The Night Scene

Artist: Chubb Rock
Music Album: The One
(Music Song Lyrics):
The night time is an ill time cause nuff crime
Happens that never gets aired on the prime
Tv stations, public relations
Gives the okay for what gets aired in the nation
You got the whole world lookin at "i love lucy"
Talented bitches on the corner sellin pussy
A variety'll give your friend for a 10=spot..
.. christians doin rimshots!
Do more heads than barbershops will
Open their legs to the public for a meal
Damn it's a shame, the shit looks unreal
College graduates sometime kneel
Check out the crack scene over there
Those two motherf-ckers gonna make about a million this year
Sell to their friends for a benz
Kill their race for a taste
For what they call or see as being the good life
Gold nuggets, lots of ducats
Beeper number 1-800-asshole
Sellin stone so we can see your bones
Cause most crackheads don't have fat legs
Skull all soft, it can crack like eggs
You fiend for the flavor, steal for the hit
Grandma's walkin home, so you bust her shit
Send her to the hospital - for twenty bucks
Beam for a half an hour - that's f-cked
Other (?) your high, for a few stay low
Ten minutes later, you need some blow
So you'll eventually croak - maybe by a stroke
You don't want the good life - no you want coke
Now come the robbers, they just steal
They move like cats - some on crack
They'll vic anything up to jeeps
These motherf-ckers play for keeps
They'll do anything that's on their mind
They come nine deep, plus pack nines
They don't care - won't shed no tears
Don't try to appeal for pity cause it's silly
They wear polo coats, baseball caps
The elderly is the main course and the snack
These young kids that leave their cribs
Hang on the streets, then these squids
Slide up on the scene with a certain lean
And then slide out but they're countin your green
And now you're vexed and you want to redeem
But it's a different world with different rules:
The night scene

Yo baby check this out
Times is gettin kinda hard, youknowhati'msayin?
Yo bitch, you gonna have to get me some serious money
Out this motherf-cker, youknowhati'msayin?
You better go out there and,
Find some friends for five dollars or some shit
Cause y'know, if i don't get my money
You know what's gonna happen right?
Somebody gonna get hurt out this motherf-cker
You know that, you know that

The night time is a different time to flow
You gotta know the rules or they'll let you know
Your heart can't take the pressure, of the scene
Periphreal vision and decisions must be keen
Cause this is a place that's far from clean
Apocalypse now - but later on you say it's a dream
But it's not a dream, it's reality
Stand on the corner and you're a goner
Go home and chill under your mom's wing
I will sing, hopefully bring
A new alternative to make some green
But stay home - not the night scene - come on!

What? yo where the motherf-ckin money at huh?
Nah i don't wanna hear nuttin about no
College and tuition shit
I just want my motherf-ckin money - now bitch!
So let's do this alright?
You ain't holdin out tonight
Cause i'll fly that motherf-ckin head
Right about now, okay?
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Bizkit Limp: Getcha Groove On Complete

Artist: Bizkit Limp
Music Album: Chocolate Starfishand The Hotdog Flavored Water
(Music Song Lyrics):
xzibit: millenium shit, limp bizkit, x to the z, bringin' it live to
you and yours, ladies and gentlemen my homeboy yo, get
at em dog

fd: chorus: you don't wanna f-ck with me today
cause a little somethin somethin didn't go ya way
so try not to be like that today
cause i'm a real motherf-cker from round the way
and we don't give a f-ck when we're rockin the place
we're only givin a f-ck if you're invadin the space
so getcha getcha groove on
don't keep us waitin too long

don't you treat me like a toy kid, do you enjoy this
every single second i'm alive i'm a mess
got these laser beam mic checks communicating through the genelec
high tech keep you on the run now, don't wanna be that guy
every single second i'm alive i'm alive
don't understand why i got this trunk full of candy
and you're so high bumpin off the sweetness, this is what you need
another little piece of me inside of you
cause you know that i'll always keep it true
and that's exactly what i do, it's what i do

chorus

xzibit: i got breakneck delivery no time for chivalry
extraordinary ability shit longevity
dig deep in ya soul and find ya self
cuase mind control could turn yall to someone else
so fast ya head will probably spin the f-ck right off
me and fred about to go half on microsoft
them live earnin twenty percent those little half-assed direct hits
ain't even makin a dent what an event, ah hell xzibit and limp
as we atempt to bring home the championship it's all in the risk
i'll still lead the league and assist
give me the fifth, i'm drinkin while i'm takin a piss, bitch

chorus

xzibit: i got untapped material, i serial kill shit, give me that real shit
quick finish em off , quick makin ya jaw split when i'm touchin the mosh pit
constant conflict knockin faggots unconscious nauseous
raisin the stakes increasin the weight
got homies that can't lay down and lift the plate
so quit tryin to invade my space
before i call for a face-to-face and got to rest my case like

fd: this is how we do it, just recognize we keep gettin right to it
look into these eyes, look into these eyes and you'll see the size of the flames
then you might despise the size of my game
step the f-ck back, xzibit's on the track
you shoulda buckled up before your head hit the dash
you gotta hate that, a demo from a eight-track
brought me to a place where platinum comes in eight stacks

chorus 3x

BENZINO - Nobody Liverfeat. Pink

Artist: BENZINO
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
[Hook: Pink]
Every time you come to town you pick me up,
Every time you come around you lit me up,
Even though you're not around you know you want me (you know)
All I want to do is kick it from tonight
All I ask is that you stay just one more night
All I want is to here you say you want me

[Benzino]
See ain't nobody liver
Like DC3 I'm a survivor
I stay candid
Four seat branded
Front standard
Dirt bandit with two cannons (bleow!)
Here's what the plans is
A good life for me and my mans's
In the studio paid off stanzas
So in the long run
Every song done gotta be bananas
From city streets to corporate suits
From these gritty beats
All heat and nothing sweet
Get a good look, I'm here to stay
Benzino gonna show you how the big dogs play

[Hook: Pink]
Every time you come to town you pick me up,
Every time you come around you lit me up,
Even though you're not around you know you want me (you know)
All I want to do is kick it from tonight
All I ask is that you stay just one more night
All I want is to here you say you want me

[Benzino]
Black ice on the neck and wrist (that's Benzino)
Most hated at the top of the list (that's Benzino)
Hangman with the gangsta hits (that's Benzino)
Top dog that you never forget (that's Benzino)
Watch me turn up the thermostat I burn it black
I want the platinum plaque, y'all can have the game back
Price of fame
More friends more foes new Benz new clothes no sleep no doe
Hate to see me doin it, love the chance to ruin it
Ferrari in the hood, you know who in it
Thug nigga, Benzino mob figga
Put some E in the liquor then its easy to hit her
Straight out the gate full plate bread winner
Always in the paint part saint part sinner
I'm young, black and rich and I'm talkin shit
The one with the six and still poppin the clip

[Hook: Pink]
Every time you come to town you pick me up,
Every time you come around you lit me up,
Even though you're not around you know you want me (you know)
All I want to do is kick it from tonight
All I ask is that you stay just one more night
All I want is to here you say you want me

[Benzino]
I switched up the game but I'm still the same
How fame got the whole world callin my name (Benzino!)
Glad I came
I keep the flame
Call it how I see it
The streets to blame
Tryin do me
Live stress free
Stay away from bullshit, y'all know me
Still pull shit and let go of freaks
Toss you in a thug pit
Real thug shit
Real hip-hop, hard as concrete
I see lots of money and pounds of treats
Now check it, I rip mics and sell records
Sign autographs, respect to accept it

[Hook: Pink (Benzino)]
Every time you come to town you pick me up, (yeah, Ray Benzino)
Every time you come around you lit me up, (un-hunh, Pink, c'mon)
Even though you're not around you know you want me (you know)
All I want to do is kick it from tonight
All I ask is that you stay just one more night (what)
All I want is to here you say you want me

[Hook fades out]
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BENZINO Nobody Liverfeat. Pink

Benzino - Nobody Liver

Artist: Benzino
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
(feat. Pink)

[Hook: Pink]
Every time you come to town you pick me up,
Every time you come around you lit me up,
Even though you're not around you know you want me (you know)
All I want to do is kick it from tonight
All I ask is that you stay just one more night
All I want is to here you say you want me

[Benzino]
See ain't nobody liver
Like DC3 I'm a survivor
I stay candid
Four seat branded
Front standard
Dirt bandit with two cannons (bleow!)
Here's what the plans is
A good life for me and my mans's
In the studio paid off stanzas
So in the long run
Every song done gotta be bananas
From city streets to corporate suits
From these gritty beats
All heat and nothing sweet
Get a good look, I'm here to stay
Benzino gonna show you how the big dogs play

[Hook: Pink]
Every time you come to town you pick me up,
Every time you come around you lit me up,
Even though you're not around you know you want me (you know)
All I want to do is kick it from tonight
All I ask is that you stay just one more night
All I want is to here you say you want me

[Benzino]
Black ice on the neck and wrist (that's Benzino)
Most hated at the top of the list (that's Benzino)
Hangman with the gangsta hits (that's Benzino)
Top dog that you never forget (that's Benzino)
Watch me turn up the thermostat I burn it black
I want the platinum plaque, y'all can have the game back
Price of fame
More friends more foes new Benz new clothes no sleep no doe
Hate to see me doin it, love the chance to ruin it
Ferrari in the hood, you know who in it
Thug nigga, Benzino mob figga
Put some E in the liquor then its easy to hit her
Straight out the gate full plate bread winner
Always in the paint part saint part sinner
I'm young, black and rich and I'm talkin shit
The one with the six and still poppin the clip

[Hook: Pink]
Every time you come to town you pick me up,
Every time you come around you lit me up,
Even though you're not around you know you want me (you know)
All I want to do is kick it from tonight
All I ask is that you stay just one more night
All I want is to here you say you want me

[Benzino]
I switched up the game but I'm still the same
How fame got the whole world callin my name (Benzino!)
Glad I came
I keep the flame
Call it how I see it
The streets to blame
Tryin do me
Live stress free
Stay away from bullshit, y'all know me
Still pull shit and let go of freaks
Toss you in a thug pit
Real thug shit
Real hip-hop, hard as concrete
I see lots of money and pounds of treats
Now check it, I rip mics and sell records
Sign autographs, respect to accept it

[Hook: Pink (Benzino)]
Every time you come to town you pick me up, (yeah, Ray Benzino)
Every time you come around you lit me up, (un-hunh, Pink, c'mon)
Even though you're not around you know you want me (you know)
All I want to do is kick it from tonight
All I ask is that you stay just one more night (what)
All I want is to here you say you want me

[Hook fades out]
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Benzino Nobody Liver