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Fiend]
What's going on out there in Soldier world, This fiend the excited private nigga act like you know me. Here to reperesent on Mia X Miss Mama Drama Shit.(Mama Drama Nigga) Here we have, Mac the shell shocker, skull dugery, C motherfucking murder, mystikal, and last but not least fiend the exicted private here to represent like this ya heard me? Chorus: Fiend (repeat 4X) Cock, bust, squeeze, aim We No Limit soldiers nigga you know our name [Mia X] What y'all niggas really come to do If you with me tell them soldier haters fuck you (fuck you) I said what y'all bitches really come to do If you with me tell them soldier haters fuck you (Fuck you) Tru niggas on the front line ready to squeeze Bitches think before you speak cause you don't want none of these Left, Right, left, roundhouse Cause every time I brings it on somebody gets knocked out About as bout it bout it as it gets it's that bitch Mia X lady no limit (yeah that bitch) Mama 4-star (yeah that bitch) You don't wanna go to war (That's that bitch) Drill me, I make ya feel me like ya dick in burning pussy Lyrical beats off in that street nigga I'm no rookie I'm the drama in your heart when your people get killed The most respect gangsta bitch on the real Cause I will [Chorus x2] [Fiend] Whomp whomp Remember me I tote a shoty military gunfare just one day paper weight, hands and arrest legs I ain't scared, I done prayed for all the consequences brand new glock inventions and killers with bad intentions forget to mention don't mind my neck on the line Give my moms the insurance money and cards for valentines I ain't died burn no coffin don't pour no crony on me. Smoked in the zone stashed throw me taking what the owe me I the the soldiers in the fatigues, full of weed Ready to bleed behind what I believe The tank and we Indeed boy I hemed these, the message with bent knees And notes around their necks signed bitch Fiend sent these [Mac] I hit the block yelling shell shocked From the streets to the motherfucking cell block If you with me cock it back and them shells pop. If we gone die then we gone die letting off shots. Woah there nigga Don't fuck around, don't fuck around with this click, Cause haters eat dick and shit through them tubes bitch I used to murder murder back when I was seventeen, Got with that tank now it's all about that mean green And I get ya open like the waffle house. That shit get real when I pull that rifle out Kill kill mama drama told me bust, there aint't nothing to discuss So if you won't gone get the fuck if you ain't riding with us [Skull Dugery] Now everybody wants to play the game I brings the force like the Desert storm Bring the pain like the land bring Motherfuckers must dismiss when I enter they shit From house to house, to block to block to the project bricks Every hood them thuggish soldeirs taking over, I told ya. It's No Limit bringing the pain The other level of the game. Niggas disrecpet they get dealt with, You be in that pillow in that wooden box riding in that long black dick. You feelin this nigga you know one thing is real Fucking with No Limit niggas and top dog skills Niggas gonna get ya, Fell ya and then ya peel ya, Niggas you gonna feel this, Soldier shit ya dig it? [Chorus x2] [C-Murder] Nigga what? make some rum I'm about to throw down. I ain't no motherfucking homey but you about to get clowned. No limit soldiers get Rowdy, raise the roof like luke, we be some true tank doggs ask my niggas Fiend and Snoop Capital N-O capital L-I-M-I-T Until I D-I-E and that's no L-I-E. So bitch get off me before I spit some shit And break your ass off with a .45 and an extra clip They call me C-murder cause I put one in your dome I come through your set and leat you laying at home I hang with killers and dealers, weed smokers and G's No Limit soldiers don't fall off so fuck my enemies [Chorus x2] [Mystikal] If I come from around corner Imma knock up your head Shouldn't have been fucking with the nigga from enunciation Fucking with the nigga with the fucked up attitude and the bad pronunciation That's why I come across rude loud and obnoxious every other word gone be profane Farting spitting and grabbing my dick like I ain't got no fucking home training Even if it's 5 o'clock in the morning and the song ain't done I ain't leaving. I'll take all day but when I finish the bitch have your head hurting and your ears bleeding From having no money barley eating Not goning no where rarly leaving To steak and shrimp every evening gone all day, busy as a beaver I'm a soldier told ya, now I'ma show ya Doing it over, I got the end of the M-16 explode You don't wanna, ain't gonna go to war Shoot to kill, forward march [Chorus to fade |
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[bridge] Whatcha Whatcha Want huh wanna see me dance Whatcha Whatcha Want wanna see me shake my thang Whatcha Whatcha Want huh wanna see me dance Whatcha Whatcha Want wanna see me shake my thang Whatcha Whatcha Want huh wanna see me dance Whatcha Whatcha Want wanna see me shake my thang Whatcha Whatcha Want huh wanna see me dance Whatcha Whatcha Want wanna see me shake my thang [chorus] Shake What Ya Mama Gave Ya But Make Sure Dem Niggas Pay Ya I say dey wanna be pimps and playas Real Macks make em play fo flava 2x [Mia X] Mommamia Momma got sum education fo ya young ass shakers If its on his mind make him mash dat wit sum cash Fakers stay up in da club try ta speak dat weak game Dont be tryin to show no luv Nigga fuck your pocket change See its a new day and a new situation Started off flashing 20's in your safe combination Same nigga dats livin dat ballin life Could be dat same nigga dat make a lap dance of his wife Keep your combo tight And every line so smooth [voice] Den why u dancin den? Im payin my way through school A golden gurl smile Maken dem ends and I Fuck around and get a doctor or a lawyer tunite High maintenence bitches Make tha world go round But we'll go down and suck tha life up outta that thang Fo sho now Have yo ho while This lightened touch gon make u melt Cuz we dancin fo tha benjamins and fuckn fo tha Roosevelts [Mia X] Candy colored G-strings Gon keep da big willies hard 38 double d's got em screamin good lord Money waivin everywhere Gun smoke in the air Hennesy and absolute got em wanti |
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| 3:55 |
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(feat. C-Murder, Master P)
[Master P talking:] (Yo man you high yet?) [Chorus:] Don't start no shit it won't be no shit Let me tell you motherfuckers who you fucking wit Niggas say fuck ya'll bitches say fuck ya'll No limit soldiers we gon ball til' we fall Say niggas say fuck ya'll bitches say fuck ya'll No limit soldiers we gon ball til' we fall [Master P] Master P and Big momma we the Bonnie and Clyde of rap Nigga we strapped wit projects that's why we stay fully strapped And now the world wanna know why the fuck we a menace See how I make them say unhh then I came out with No limit But you see I hang with ex-convicts and motherfucking dealers And the world wanna P nigga is you really a killer Fuck the game I came to make change fuck the fame I came to put other motherfucking soldiers in the game And when I'm gone nigga I bet I make ghetto history But I don't give a fuck about my enemies cause I got my motherfucking tru niggas with me Silkk, C-Murder, Big Boz, and Mama Drama And I'm sending motherfucking one way tickets to the Bahamas See the ghetto got me stressed but fuck it I ain't gon cry But when I'm goneniugga make sure all my enemies die [Chorus] [C-Murder] Nigga ask yourself do youreally wanna fuck with this here Now think about it dog do you thinhk you gon see another year Bitch I'm Bossaline do you really know what the fuck that means That means that means I come to your set With no regrets and make you a dream See I'm deadlylike a motherfucking snake biting crack I've seen niggas with a fallen ? But they know they ain't never coming back I'm kinda like public service bitch I'll cut your lights off forever Bitch be spittin at your dome I'll get caught in rainy weather I rest in No Limit to the shit that I'll do you Nigga I'll cut your head off and send your body to a army look brutal Same shit when you cross my click you playa haters and snitches Tru niggas stick together so nigga fuck ya'll bitches [Chorus] [Mia X] Mama Mia southern girl fuck old susanna I totes Two blocks and rocks of camoflauge bandanna I keeps them on cock when I'm riding through the hood Cause soldier haters live for plottin something no good I wish you would try to get your rap an attested Mama I gots the kind of cash to make sure they never find ya I'm trying to do thre right and live my life in peace Help my soldiers make it better with the Colonel Master P But we can still get rowdy rowdy as fuck And we got millions of niggas riding with us Put em up for tru playas click tight for life And make shots at fake haters who ain't playin it right [Chorus: repeat to end] |
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Mia X]
ya'll best to back the fuck on up it's mama drama my nigga i'm shiva with two heaters see I'm hardcore my nigga for sure my nigga ain't never been scared before my nigga ghetto from head to toe when I got some lyrical foe my nigga the mics the fo fo when trigga launchin my verbal scatter that shit ya'll do ain't worth the urine sticking in my bladder the yappin and the chit chatter don't even matter cause nothins fatter than rapper's faces after I verbally gat ya beat em like they was Hagler rip em like no good paper that's why they duckin Mia X hip hops new heavy weighter the soldier hater, disentegrator, major paper maker the gangsta rhymer, big timer I'm Mama Drama chorus [Mia X, Fiend] uhh, where my real niggas that we can ride us how many soldiers down to do what they gotta like Mama Drama uhh, where my real bitches that we can ride us how many soldiers down to do what they gotta like Mama Drama [Mia X] street date in all 51 states they can't wait to hear my lyrical murder the grim reaper, Mama Mia diva with the nerve ta sabotage ya'll, dressed in camouflage is my disguise daily I'm a batterd woman thats surrounded by them sharp kitchen knives baby you gon realize that I ain't to be played with I get payed with TRU, and I'm a made bitch so what cha you wanna do, better call your crew and tell em to come correct but everything this way sho gon get Xed hexed I'm a voodoo mistress roots on all my lyrics, Ri Ri strong enough to make AMC don't fuck around, huff puff, then I blow em out then they all fall down now they done told ya you gon know her when you see her when you do, you gon pay me cause I come to do some damage have em frantic runnin to the table with the record label sayin please would ya rap mine relief, hater she gon sit all in my face and gyrate I'm irate, ain't no mistakes I'm bout it bout it gangsta bitch rowdy rowdy TRU click with that gangsta shit I'm bankin 6 figures dog and I ain't lyin that's why Vibe gon let you know I'm in the high 9s I'm squeezin mine if you run up nigga tryin Mama Drama, Mia X, the underground unibomber what chorus X2 |
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Playaz meet me at the club cuz it's goin down Master P got a party and you know we gone clown It started at 10 ends when you leave So I guess that's tomorrow if you party like me I can't see the dancefloor cuz so many feet But dead smack in the middle's where I'm trying to be Valet got my Benz parked in VIP No doubt that's the section for the cars all paid out We in the house niggaz screaming T-R-U More ice on our bodies than an igloo Can we get you anything to make you feel at home All expenses on us Get your eat and drink on Money really ain't a thing That's why the name's No Limit Known for goin all out to have you all up in it So let's get it started And the real tru playaz gone shine at the party Chorus: repeat 2X Imma shine at the party Sportin like 10 karats Flex like seven figures Me and all my niggaz Gettin jiggy in the club All eyes on us And as far as money goes Yall know what's up Verse Two: My girls mix hennessy with alize We in full effect Now we got that rowdy crowd But all playaz ain't nobody tryin to get knocked out The guys got the poker game goin on in the back The ballaz baby the niggaz with the briefcase kinda cake High stakes fo sho head bustaz at the door You can't look in without four figures or more The place is like a fashion show Everybody's feeling right Big face Frank-i-lins falling from the sky It is our mama first lady of the tank Major crazy bank straight flossin think I ain't? Can't do how we do cuz we all tru Imitaters try to but that's on you Boo a party ain't a party unless we give it Cuz the party don't stop Chorus: repeat 4X |
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| 3:03 |
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(feat. Fiend)
[Fiend/(Mia X)] Chorus I say somebody want they ass whipped, ass whipped (I say somebody want they wig split, they wig split) I say somebody want they ass whipped, ass whipped (I say somebody want they wig split, they wig split) Well let em have it [x2] [Mia X] You wanted drama so mama came squeezin shit, passin out clips Bustin domes, rippin flesh, exposing bones and yes I bring that, sending G's out barrel at ya, duck and run Now how far you think you really gettin with this infared on my fuckin gun Now workin for funds and I ain't the one hour hoe (for real) But I love to show where it's been tell your body so Look out for the riders open slider bitch from the TRU click And camoflauge totin cockin spittin droppin shit not Them bitches doubt I'm bout testin niggas nuts Alias in jacks we trust I'm known for shankin up Ranking up lyrically with the best MC's Cause ain't no studio up in me, real niggas feel these See Mia X is known for bringin wreck on top Too hard for the beats you niggas drop KL got the guns and open gunshots Got the trigger hap temper and the Fiend four sons A lyrical fiend at it's best and you bitches don't want none What [Chorus x2] [Fiend] The colonel gave me permission, Mama drama pass the word to her youngin Ask how I'm comin and will it get them haters runnin I ask do rats sleep in dungeons, ????? comin Do quick bullets get to hummin, damn right I'll bring the gun in Get done in like a knife at a gunfight cause I ain't right Keepin dope, smokin pipes, like a height cause I'm high as a kite I'm cryin to fight, I'm a swing with my might, my fist balled tight Man get it right, somebody best die tonight Somethin have drama came and as drama came then, then came murder Fuck your home I want your dome, call me your soul burgular Have you heard of a shocker server, takin weed to his trunk Bullets pump, and his cockin bad and louder then his womp womp When I play it I say it, suck one nigga if yous the man You man, caucasian, puerto rican, I don't give a damn All I'm sayin, well I ain't sayin fuck, I just want the rushin shit Bustin shit, screamin at em do you know who your fuckin with [Chorus till fade] |
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Yeah uh Terror Squad. (TS) No Limit fam. Uh TS. (TS) Yeah yeah yeah uh. NY to the NO. Puttin it down like what. Don Cartegena the leader. Yeah uh. Who gives a fuck about a nigga like you (like you) Bitch rap cats'll see right through (right through) East west man you know how we do (how we do it) Down south my niggas bout it and we bound to take it all from you I'm from the streets of NY where the wind don't die We even try to bake the cake or pie ????, bust on by for my niggas incarcerated Where you gotta do life or get your life confiscated I often made it through the cold stages Where the government supply drugs and breed thugs in all ages Caucasians givin core cases P's chase us like horse races Battin down on all faces Everyday it's like the same old shit I ain't goin bit, my motto's like make more hits Terror Squad and the No Limit fam for life Don Cartegena, Mama Mia [Mia X] Yeah, that's right Chorus [Mia X/Fat Joe/Snoop] What's your point nigga, what you tryin to say We got the same types of thugs right around my way x4 [Snoop Dogg] Walkin through your backyard, knockin down your trash You move too fast and I'm a blast your ass Will a nigga do this or will a nigga do that Just know that my four four packed, don't pull back So roll back, regroup, thank me 'for you come up Please put your gun up, fool you gettin done up I'm one up on every motherfucker in the giddame Act like you don't know my motherfuckin niddame And things won't never be the same again Ain't no slippin to the quicken, we hit this game again What's your name again, I'm the capital S You know the motherfuckin rest, I'm from the motherfuckin west Side of the coast, east side of the beach School of hard knocks, graduated straight from the streets Shit, my hair got longer and my pockets got bigger I got love for real nigga so what's up jigga Chorus x4 [Mia X] I'm from the itty bitty city at the bottom of the Mississippi river Where niggas quick to kill ya if they don't feel ya Still the southern hospitality is all good Just don't be fuckin around in none of them small hoods Mama Mia, the queen of the south Who states somethin like the one in my mouth Love the NO, represent it till the day that I die But I'm makin merges from CA to NY And the tight connections, Terror Squad and DPG And TRU soldiers nigga, N-O-L-I-M-I-T We all the same, we used to slangin when we gangin niggas I slang the pound different but we all about the drama Hit the enemies down Send your whole block all covered in duct tape ??? down Get the ransom out this motherfucker Love of the hood, we stay representin Yall don't recognize a soldier blood and thugs love us in a song Chorus x4 [Snoop Dogg] Say what, say what? Say what, say what? Same shit, same shit. Same shit. Same shit go down in my hood go down in your hood. >From New Orleans to Long Beach to New York. To Alabama. To motherfuckin Connecticut. Overseas where the G's don't even speak this shit. Same shit go down. Niggas need to unite, get this paper. Cause we on a mission. Terror Squad, No Limit, DPG. That's how we doin this shit. Peace |
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| 3:20 |
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(feat. Big Ed, Steady Mobb'n)
[Crooked Eye] Bullets rain as we killers post it up and took aim Sellin dope, low and high, didn't notice he came We was all strapped slippin, didn't see he was there By the time I realized, bullets was hittin the air Just then my nigga whole neck got hit Saw he dropped and I knew we was in some gangsta shit He was professional, see my nigga kept on his vest Word was the killer was paid to put him to rest Bustin rounds, bustin back, tryin to empty the clip Tryin to move fast to save him, I knew he was hit Everybody at the scene who swore they was hard Had a strap deemin to bust, or squeeze out a far [Billy Bavgate] Ten figure niggas whippin gats and bezzles Bavgate still ridin like a rebel Bitches wasn't ready when the drama came Or Bavgate down to die for the Mama mayn I'm still heavy in the game, I'm the king of the Oak It's still the same cause the rap game is like the dope game I'm smokin a taylor, strapped down with my kaylor I walked up and dumped on the haters, you suckas can't fade us They mad cause we famous, money didn't change us Ghost Town, 7th ward, we armed and dangerous I'm thugged out with one in the chamber If you disrespect No Limit I'm a bang ya [Crooked Eye] Chorus Now tell me Nigga would you ride or run Would you crack under pressure when that drama come (Drama) Tell me would you live or die When them choppers start to split and that hot shit fly (Drama) [x2] [Mia X] Motherfuckers aint never gotta ask if I ride or run I'm Mia X, alias biggest mama two guns I done everything under the sun, been through it I'm TRU to it, fuck who it gotta be When the drama's goin down and I'm slightly affiliated Bitches gotta get eliminated off top When pressure drops I remain a hard knock Bitch from off the block where everybody got they shit cocked I rock that icy shit and roll with cut throats Ghetto wise guys, Billy Bav and Crooked Eyes Got to be a sad song blastin shit For that No Limit click mama smashin shit [Big Ed] When drama came she sat beside me so I said fuck it Whispered murder murder in my ear so I jumped in the bucket Drama had a street sweeper and choppers and split em Then she passed me them things and said let's get em (uh oh, ohhh) Is all you hear nigga before I click clackin Drama passed me the A-R with the full metal jacket Kick the door off the brackets, drama took me in Niggas know when I'm comin they see my dogs, ??? Drama taught me how to kill a nigga with fear Bitch niggas shouldn't be here (Uh oh, ohhh) Soldiers at war get the gats and bust Big Ed brought the drama and in drama I trust [Crooked Eye] [Chorus x2] |
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Silk talking Yo Kl.....what the motherfuckin deal nigga fuck you make some shit like this for this shit too motherfuckin hard we just gon put this motherfuckin shit down yo Mystikal fuck that nigga see I got some rowdy niggas with me now Mystikal tell me how you put it down nigga what [Mystikal] I puts it down like my fuckin braids I puts it down like them 7 days of the unfertilized egg I put it down like a punk do pussy I put it down the way a fat bitch eat chocolate chip cookies I put it down like it's 300 pounds, SPOT ME I put it down the way Mr. T did the first time he fought Rocky I put it down like trap doors and slippery floors put it all the way down like privates to stripper's clothes I put it down the way you put down that shitty baby I come to get down, but I put down on sheets of paper they scared of it, the way I flow and how I think I puts it down like the round out the tank Silk UHH OHH told ya'll nigga we puttin it down that's it no more no less but I got Mac, Kane & Abel up next so Mac hit em with something tell em what they done got [Mac] whoaa I puts it down like them killas uptown or like when your momma catch you suckin somethin that you shouldn't suck clown (boy put that down) I puts it down like a live round murder murder or like them vegetarians do to hamburger I puts it down like when the cops say freeze motherfucker put that pistol down put your hands up and drop to your knees and when you see me lay it down don't nobody make a sound you know I spray it down if I catch you on my ground I'm that nigga with that pistol that hits you when you flex and go to jail do 1 day and get out cause I got connections and umm I puts it down like the last don soldiers get your blast on whoaa [Kane & Abel] I put it down like a nigga got snuck in the chin put it down like when the SGT holler give me 10 put it down like cement shoes when they drop in the river put it down like my rocks when the po pos chasin a nigga I put it down like a casket goin down 6 feet or something like them dice when they bouncin off the street put it down like some shit when it hit the toilet put it down like some coke when I'm bout to boil it put it down like babies fallin out the bed I put it down like the soldier rag saggin on Mac head put it down like Pippen on a fast break put it down like freaks hittin the ground after beat down on Jerry Springer tape wait put it down like shells hittin the ground when I'm bustin rounds put it down like beats by the motherfuckin pound KL in the 1st round Silk AHHHHHHHH Mama Drama and Fiend up next Nigga What [Mia X] I puts it down like pens and pad like Mama Drama rhymes with the mind of nostradamus the bombest droppin on Pearl Harbor nigga yeah that's the way I lets it go I puts it down like Reecee at the stone show I puts it down like four flats on the deserted row with no gun, phone, or triple eight to save you hoes I puts it down like mommsha's lips on satan's dick and you love it I puts it down like yea & glass, jars from waters bubblin still tubblin I puts it down like Roy Jones' opponents lookin up at the referrees so haters you don't want none I puts it down like sit down mothefucker be quiet I puts it down like billy clubs smashin heads during the riot excited cause I puts it down like that niggas hands when his fingers got a chance to feel past my underpants I puts it down like order in the court no doubt and lays it down like the motherfuckin rules in mama's house [Fiend] I come around hype put it down like how it sound like vicious I put my name on my game style tight like a dyke does bitches watch me excite these bitches once they know who I be bustin out the expedition ???????? did you see me on MTV blowin zone up in the zone put down my # on paper because I wanna put a down on I done clown zones, I'm a bust rounds on see I'm a Jones and I put it down like Cedric fame by louisiana up in the dome see I'm blown but usually I'm foolie when I'm bad with the toolie puttin it down like the first fan at I'm bout it the movie give me my tank and my duty pack a coolies and roll me a sweet when I'm up in them seats put it down like my first week to meet |
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(feat. Ghetto Commission, O'Dell)
[O'Dell] Ghetto living (ghetto living) Ghetto living (ghetto living) [Spade] My mama once told me (told me) that the streets ain't safe So I walked 'round with a vest and a strap on my waist I'm living in a strange place where all the odds are against me I'm doin bad and the shit you got is startin to tempt me We never had cause the ghetto got us trapped in depression Learnin lesson after lesson cause the devil be testin It got me stressin, keep my Smith N Wesson cocked at all times Cause even I could fall to victim at the drop of a dime But that's the chances I got to take to escape all of this madness That put you in the casket for the cornbread and cabbage [Dolliolie/(O'Dell)] Lord knows I'm tryin to find an exit out the ghetto But it won't let go, that's why I got to tote my pistol [Chorus] Ghetto living (Father forgive me, I know that what I do is wrong) Ghetto living (I been tryin a find a better way for so long) [x2] [Valerio] Soldiers die in my world but people look at killers like stars We duckin from the laws cause we ain't tryin to live behind bars Growin up with less, envious of what the next man had Never knew what livin good was till I started movin them sacks My hood infested with crack, that's why I paint a picture so vivid I tell it cause I live it, runnin with boss bitches and niggas that get convicted This street got us all, nothin changed in the game but the players I'm talkin about the hustlers, the ballers, the killers and the rhyme sayers That's why I ain't scared to pop a nigga, stop a nigga, drop a nigga I only fuck with the real, cause it's real in my battlefield I hope it's true what they say, and that the father forgives Excuse me for the things I do cause in the ghetto I live [Dolliolie/O'Dell] [Chorus x2] [Mia X] This shit's goin get even realer, so you ain't gotta ask, I feel ya I live the life of a hard knock, that ghetto bitch on the block My nigga had a shop, I took the rocks and bag weed Chased them broads down with china, and ran alot of minors With big tymer dreams of money, hoes and clothes They didn't get it, tombstones and jail cells also come with it I pity all them babies born from crack mama's But I'm a mama too and when the bills is due I gotta Get it how I live, bitter tears I cry My best friend, my cousin and my man died Or should I say was murdered I know you heard the same stories before We walk the streets like we poverties whores behind the dollar bill This still life got us dying so young Precious Lord let the new day come Uh, come on Cause ain't no winning when your living like that It's the blueprint, the plan, the set up, the trap [Dolliolie/O'Dell] [Chorus x2] |
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[Chorus: see-Murder]
Don't blame me for the pain the world has caused Don't blame me for your own imperfectionate flaws If every individual were to accept his own blame I think the world would be a better change A better change Nigga don't blame me cause my lyrics hittin your chest like gunshots And my thoughts seepin into your brain like cooked rocks It's like a thick I have on a nigga mind is ??? why'all Sort of like ???????? of thugs To break off from an overrated government full of corruption and hypocrites That try to immoralize yourself when they untouchable by laws, that's bullshit They say I'm overrated, but I'm highly educated Incarcerated but reinstated and I know them faders really hate it Rest in peace Malcom and King, TRU soldiers of the black folks See while why'all gone, I'm a be a mouthpiece for the ghetto I feel like it's my duty, I be elected through spirit One of the chosen few soldiers from the infamous No Limit Records, a cooliation of highly respected ghetto millionaires and servents Just some independent brothers that deserve it Now don't point your finger partner, just practice what you preach Cause it really ain't my fault playa, so don't blame me [Chorus] [Mr. Serv-On] Believe me If I had my wish I'd robbin every day nigga wake Cause if you let the world tell em my lyrics are the reason why Lil niggas took the pains they can't take Or the troubles he left behind Why I gotta be the vision I ain't even lookin at when your child choose music and he choose mine But if you was a better parent he wouldn't look up to my kind And time life taught me The last minutes of your life is like bail, you either make it or you don't You either goin love me or you won't But don't blame me when your child ain't got enough to eat And nigga I appreciate if you goin buy my CD's But why'all ain't got a decent pair of shoes on his feet The streets taught me you gotta accept your blame and don't blame it on others I look at my mother and I watch her suffer But we beat the bad times in uptown And nobody gave a fuck, everybody came around We made it on our own And turned a fucked up life into a happy home [Chorus: see-Murder] [Mia X] Don't blame me because my skin tone's like God's own The oldest skeleton was chose to be an Africans born I'm from a strong race of people who can never be denied Every tear we cry's like rain water and so our sea dries Ghetto flowers shades of ebony in full bloom Women of color got sentenced, blessings unto our womb They'd rather see us doomed, placin flowers on tombstones But BeBe's kids multiply while why'all tryin to plum to save your own Label me wrong because I spit the raw real Why'all feel all my verses, even if I curse it's straight through em Screw em, I takes my blame, you hypocrites make me sick Tryin to sabotage my arches, thoughts stay on some scandalous shit Get a grip on the way you truly live Entertainment can't raise your little kids Run your households You got to mold their minds and tell them what to look out for Gangsta rap won't be a cop out no more [Chorus] - 2X |
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This song is dedicated to all the responsible brothers other there
Whos how love and support to their children I'd like to say thank you Cuz I have a very important man in my life He means the world to me He helped make into the strong woman I am today I'm talkin about my Daddy Verse One: I think back to the first time I messed up You knew that I need to be But you couldn't chastise me Daddy's little girl Most precious of all You loved me more than anything Your real life babydoll Bounced me on your knee Taught me how to throw my set up Said you ain't got no brothers Fight dirty Don't take nothin Saw you bustin your butt to keep the bills paid Saw you hustlin for extras For more pay you made a way And tried to keep us happy up in the house Cuz you wasn't tryin to see Your queen or your princess pout Doubtin out sometimes But you tried to hide your pain And be a tru playa in this white man's game Never called my mama out of her name Showed respect Never put your hands on her Even when she backed you in a corner So Iwant to say you are appreciated And this love song is dedicated to my daddy Chorus: repeat 2X Thank you Daddy I know that I'm blessed To have a father like you Cuz you've done your best Under so much stress in the crazy world God knows you tried Even when they got your hands tied Verse Two: Remember when I came home seventeen and pregnant And unexpectedly But your disappointment never did show You looked me in my teary eyes Then you smiled Put yoru arms around me Said my baby's giving me a grandchild Showed my boyfriend love too Didn't come preachin or beefin Just said you know what you gotta do And when he didn't You didn't rub it in You just did his part And tried to heal my young broken heart I thought the things you said way back for certain was jus to try and keep me a virgin But with all the hurtin and the drama I been through I wish I would have listened to you Cuz it was all true Daddy the man who loves me unconditionally Thru thick and thin You'll always stand by me (fo sho) Daddy I love you with all my heart You're my souljah My hero My shining star Thank you Chorus: repeat 2X Verse Three: I gotta give love to all the real strong brothers Responsible daddies Even if you're not with your baby's mothers Your support Your love and your time Helps keep your children in the right frame of mind And to the single fathers out there Much respect I'm a single parent too So I know where you're at And where you're coming from baby But it's gonna get better Hold your head through the stormy weather And stand your ground firm And all my sisters with good men at your side It sure feels good to see the ??? family rise I've cried joyful tears Happy as can be To see man woman and child As one family See the cards are stacked up against us y'all So we gotta work it out Can't let em see us fall But most of all Thank you God Cuz for years I had an example of what a real man is My daddy Chorus: repeat 2X Oh I wanna thank you for all you've done for me I wanna thank you |
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Somebody better tell these dumb hoes somethin
Cuz when I roll thorugh I ain't gone say nothin Ain't shit to talk about Cuz I can do without the souljah hatin Them hoes is jealous of my fame and the money that I'm making Got they heads aching So they acting like they got beef Knowin damn well if htey see me they gone speak I'm Mama I'm respected y'all know this But shits gone really get hectic If y'all don't stop slow this ??? down now The issue ain't who I'm loving or fucking The big issue's billboard cuz I'm on top of it The issue is I got my kids up out the projects And bought my moms a new house Before my second album came out Respect my mind I took my grandparents out the hood I'm seein to it that their golden years be all good So bestill the fact that I ain't selfish or greedy Ask my people am I there when they need me Like dat Chorus: I'ma leave you hoes in the same place No progess Talkin bullshit while I elevate And I'ma keep looking out for the real But I don't give a FUCK how the rest of y'all feel And I'ma keep on learning the game And I encourage all the my souljahz to do the same I come in peace and I try to pack fair But if you want to I will take you there Like dat Now I don't owe a motherfucker a god damn thing And I earned the right to be the biggest mama on the tank I sacrified beaucoup Put in so much work Kept it TRU cuz I'm TRU And represented my turf Downtown seven ward hard head Ya heard Around a gang of uptown niggaz Straight screamin the third Been bout it Been rowdy Been throwin for mines It was just me and Jill on the scandalous rides No hip hop lines to make me sound hard It ain't no act It's a fact When it's on I go off But as God as my witness I love being nice Until this playa setting in my household was right I like to just be me While you be with your knot I'm trying to stay on top with TRU niggaz fo sho And we extend our hands to pull up more Like dat Chorus: repeat 2X |
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Yo, I'm Silkk the Shocker, know I'm saying? Everybody's like if they ever meet me They'll do to me, come on, NOT!!! But I'm looking for somebody who could teach me Something I don't even know, for real Know I'm saying? [Verse 1] [Silkk] Yo, yo, yo, imagine this, flash my wrist When I grab you, miss Do everything, but if I forget something, ask me Trying to do it til you're happy You're a teacher, so teach me, when I make it to school I'ma stay in detention for a while 'cause I'm a thug so usually I break a few rules Imagine pleasure from night time, fin to get sun in Uh huh, receiving gifts, never ever have to trip on no money So when you need me, know where to reach me Beep me if you wanna get freaky I know a lot, a few things you could teach me about sex [Chorus] [Porsha] Sex is something when your body is pumping, thumping [Silkk] Sex is something when your body is thumping [Porsha] Sex is something when your body is bumping, bumping [Silkk] Sex is something when your body is thumping (repeat twice) [Verse 2] [Porsha] Welcome to the school of professionals We can get it soaking wet while you get us going Anything goes when it's easy to score There won't be a move and you can't ignore So here's your lover, instructor today Any questions you may have after class, I'll demonstrate And we'll take it slow, and when it starts to drip Just sip and let it flow While I undress you, I caress you, show you how I test you And along with your body, I recognize, gotdamn pretty brown eyes Allow me to sex educate you as I roll baby all through the night [Chorus] [Verse 3] [Mia X] Mama is the best teacher Certified in opening wide, guaranteed to please ya Mia, that southern diva Keeps you hotter than grandma's heater Be the one you call when you want your toes to curl From my up and down, and my round and round But remember I'm a rodeo girl And I fulfill your dreams, I know you know what I mean Legs spread like 9:15 I rip this thing so mean, bout it bout it, no doubt Have you sweating like a Jane Fonda workout Put the lights out, we done had enough mirror time Now we bout to get down and dirty Deeper, daddy, harder, do your thing 'cause it don't hurt me Work me and I'ma work you, put my lips on that thing too Deepthroat and never ever ever choking Make you swear you're seeing stars boo We ain't through, it's a all night thing Just ride thin til the cops come knocking Like that, I don't take no slack I am to please, and all my students come back [Chorus] [Silkk talking] Know I'm saying, the only thing you could teach me must be sex Huh, well, let's get class on and go to work A'ight |
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Yo Mia. I got the firest beat and I want you and Mac to bust off it. So who goin first? [Mia X] It don't matter to me Boo. [DJ KLC] Well we gone flip for it. Call it in the air. [Mia X] Heads. [Mac] Tails [Mia X] Mac you up first. [Mac] Say KL. Since I gotta go first and shit I'ma kick this shit one more time for the old fake ass niggas who thought I lost it. Ya heard me? Check it Verse One: Mac Street camo Cover my flesh I'm one of the best in the contests They steppin to Mac without a vest on they chest If all you wanted was rest Then I'm your Nyquil guy Your night time sniffin and stuffiness I kill with one shot The murder murder verses Quench lunatic's thirsts I get pussy from nurses Comin from churches The camouflage A-S-S A-S-S I-N I'm deadlier with my pen Then niggas with the mac 10 But that was back then In 98 I'm strapped Cuz I'm on the map Ain't afraid to bust a cap And I get paid for bustin raps I like them ghetto girls Y'all can have them super models Cuz gangsta bitches got bodies like Coke bottles I get the game from my nigga V9 I get the beats off the 3-9 Them niggas can't see mine I'm lyrically a therapist A fuckin terrorist Boom Boom! I never miss I'm on the next level Chorus: repeat 2X [Mia X and Mac] Well I'ma flip it like this And I'ma rip it like that And I'ma rip it like that And I'ma flip it like this Verse Two: Mia X When the smoke clears I'ma still be here nigga Mic in my hand Rowdy doin the rip the rapper dance I set the lines behind the fallen emcees that challenge me You cross my path You gets flipped in my wrath The aftermath left bitches quiet as fuck Like when the neighbors saw the crim and the cops came up I rips it up from the gut Like Jack the Shanka Man Chasin hoes down with the knife in his hand The better man's gone be Mama And you know this nigga On the top or the bottom I'ma show this nigga He's goin to sleep I'm too deep The lady alligator Stick your seven inches in the swamp And I'ma fade ya I made you motherfuckers recognize the south For the gumbo flava comin out my mouth About drama Bout paper Bout settin it off Fuck the verbal fantasies My shit is real y'all. Chorus: X4 Verse Three: Mac and Mia X [Mac] Pass me the mic And let me dig into they chests Like AK bullets through they proof vests In a shootin fest I murder emcees like media Mac the street encyclopedia Who wanna test me? Bless me with somethin knottin Bitches who start pussy poppin Rhyme I quote em Nines I told em Like wallets I'm rock solid And I like it when they suck and swallow it I'm hardcore Fuck that slangin and shit Cuz when I'm on the mic Niggas be bangin and shit [Mia] I love them buck wild crowds Mama be center stage Throwin lyrics at them niggas Like hand grenades You can' take the projects out of a bitch like me Six figures make me throw bigger block parties Still warm my bed with a thug nigga of course (fo sho) Still in the mix with all them messy ass hoes Still bust a freestyle with my camouflage son Off top, then leave the studio with my gun cocked What |
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Dear Jill I've been trying to do my thing Since you've been away But I think about you everyday It's still hard I'm still bitter Still missin you sister I pour out a little liquor Spray your favorite perfume We hit the blunt now and then Bust out laughin and chokin Cuz me and you really wasn't bout no smokin Your mom is coping but it's so rough I can see it in her eyes I can't stand to be around her too long She makes me wanna cry Why do God sometimes take away the good ones That's the big question that's got everybody stressin Ask him for me, so I can tell the mothers and fathers Who can't stop mourning for their sons and daughters It gets hard around the holidays and your birthdays We try to keep busy, taking extra work days My hurt days is when I go to ? Cuz I ain't got my girl to split it with I really get sick When I think about that dirty nigga But mentally I know he's gettin his That makes me sleep better I'm never gonna let your memory die Even though a big part of me died when you left us I bought my moms a house The kids are gettin so big Even got me a man and all We call him Hotboy Our kinda nigga Thugged out, slugged up Bad temper known for tearin shit up He treats me nice though But I wanna let you know that I'ma work hard To stay on the right track and stay on guard Lord knows that I love you, my friend And I'ma end this until we meet again I miss you, Jill Chorus: repeat 4X Fallen, fallen angels I can't believe that you are gone I'm standing here all alone |
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