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To the M-I prrrrrrrr, cat like a semi Nigga stole my car, why'nt you get my Give yo' ass a black eye Oh, say bye-bye I'mma give your body to the sky Run through your clique Nigga, you pissed on trip I'mma have to bust you in your lips And the whips better have a whole lotta chips Cuz I ain't for no nigga givin' tips She's a bitch When you say my name Talk mo' junk but won't look my way She's a bitch See I got more cheese So back on up while I roll up my sleeves 1 - She's a bitch You can't see me, Joe Get on down while I shoot my flow She's a bitch When I do my thing Got the place on fire, burn it down to flame Roll up in my car, don't stop, won't stop I'mma keep in rockin' til the clock don't tock I'mma keep it hot, light my ass on fire I'mma grab a philly, go and roll it at the bar Whatcha talk? Whatcha say? Huh? Gotta flow, gotta move it slow, huh? Better you runnin' out the door, huh? You gon' be a long lost soul, whacha say? Yippe yi yo, yippe yi yi yay Put me on stage, watchin' niggas feel me Put my shit on wax, watch it blaze like May Go yippe yi yo yippe yi yi yay 55, 65, hike 75, 85, test the mic 95, Missy wild for the night 105, I'mma keep the crowd hyped 2 - She's a bitch When they say my name Talk mo' junk but won't look my way She's a bitch See I got mo' cheese Back on up while I roll up my sleeve She's a What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? Whatchu know about Timothy, lemme know Eat an MC like Cease, lemme know If he get drunk lean on me, lemme know I'm about to bust like pee, feel me now Anybody know my skills, what the deal Anybody feel my skills, it's the real Anybody wanna come fuck wit us still Anybody gotta get the hoe by they pill Repeat 2 Repeat 1 |
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(The JBeez, the JBeez...)
10th round, And still catching that beat down So I retreat back to my old stomping ground, Regroup and lounge, Put on a couple of pounds, And make plans to create the raw, homegrown sounds Without love and support, I might come up short, But I dare not resort, to the low-life sport Young bucks nowadays, Even kids my own age, Making front page By getting locked in the cage Pumping, self-destruction And self-reduction Souls get sucked into the evil corruption The odds are against me And the world won't present to me Bad thoughts on my mind But I won't let it tempt me Organized confusion, negative illusion I throw up my guard to combat intrusion Say what say what say what Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue) Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue) Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue) Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue) Now if I worry to much about all my have nots I might not recoginize just what I've got I've got control of my soul and I gotta firm hold And if I keep on holding, I'ma reach my goals When I'm walking through the streets I see all sorts, BIG wasn't lying about them drugs and sports Gotta keep my head up and everything is alright Cuz if I want to get this cash, I got to be game tight Baby girl is at home and she's screaming "Daddy" Momma don't know, just might think I'm out pimping in a nice caddy, But it ain't like that Trying to keep that rogue status up off my back So when the loot come through, I do what I gotta do, Cuz indeed I'm Jungle Brother, just to stay true blue. Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue) Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue) Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue) Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue) (The JBeez, The JBeez...) Ya For all my peoples out there, in the NYC JBeez is the initial, got to keep it official, Ripping up the game plan, and send it off like a missile Business is intact, now we come back strapped So if something go down, we rearrange contracts Coming bite and exact To take your mental out the shack Dunk your cookie in my milk And let it soak in my rap On the mic I talk about the blight To reach new heights Put up a fight with everything in sight That blocks my light Label my generation X marks the spot We make it hot We don't stop To bust back, we just keep Busting the (Blam blam) Bulletproof brain cells The name spells out success That will remind you of the place where the JBeez rest Stay black and rhyming Till the day that I'm dieing Death defying Shaky eyeing And God I'm relying Test up my import, make a million or more Keep the radio rocking, fill up the dance floor When we come to the jam No glissening gimmicks Break it off on your right See my style has no limits Handle BI like a true blue jungle GI Make the ladies reply with the wink of an eye Rhyme writing, counter lighting Emcees like this make hits for competition Like slitting your wrists Each sequel's so lethal That no other can equal Spark it up for the jam But rock it on for the people Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue) Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue) Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue) Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue) Every day, all day, it goes down like this (The JBeez, the JBeez...) |
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Shake ya ass
But watch ya self Shake ya ass Show me what you workin with Shake ya ass But watch ya self Shake ya ass i came here with my dick in my hand Don't make me leave here with my foot in yo ass Be cool and don't worry about how I'm rippin this shit When im flippin when im kickin nigga this just what I do I'm effervesecet and I'm off that crescent Nastier than a full grown German Shepherd Motherfucker keep steppin They don't fuck with me and they won't Yall bitches cant catch me and you won't Tell ya self bitch ass throw that pussy I'm proud of my poo nanny and a dollar for my booty You think I'm trippin bitch I ain't trippin I'm buyin if you got nice curves for your iceberg Drinkin here acting like it's do somethin to me Hope this indecent propose make you do somethin Fuck a dollar girl pick up fifty And fuck that coward you need a real nigga Off top a nigga bout hurtin shit Bend over hoe show me what you workin with Shake ya ass But watch ya self Shake ya ass Show me what you workin with Attention all yall blazin pimps Right now in the place to be I thought I told yall niggas before Yall niggas can't fuck with me Now this ain't for no small booties No circus that won't pass But if you feel you got the biggest one Then Imma come shake ya ass Shake ya ass But watch ya self Shake ya ass Show me what you workin with Shake ya ass But watch ya self Shake ya ass Show me what you workin with I think come with that fire like Aiyaaa Chocalate and bowlegged runnin up behind Go head get down pop lock at the cockhouse where the where the lie you know that want you go back to my house Man right cher wanna get under that dress right there Spicy cajun we gon best time over there You better stick a head on that there crawfish You gotta bend all a bigger over to dance off this Handle yo business but I know you do it way better You dead wrong So you totin by and niggas make noise When you pass by find yo fine ass on the floor girl This yo fuckin song Do yo thang dont be scured cause you gon get served Get mine and you gon get yours Niggas thang yo ass lovely Raise it up show you g strang hustlin huslin Attention all yall blazin pimps Right now in the place to be I thought I told yall niggas before Yall niggas can't fuck with me Now this ain't for no small booties No circus that won't pass But if you feel you got the biggest one Then Imma come shake ya ass Shake ya ass But watch ya self Shake ya ass Show me what you workin with Shake ya ass But watch ya self Shake ya ass Show me what you workin with Stop yo cryin hefer I need all that Got a job for you the braided up pimp is back Break them handcuffs fuck a nigga move somethin They ask you what you doin say ooohh nothin we been doin the past 2 somthin Been that pussy up now smooth fuckin You can betcha bottom that pussy fire you gon holla while you cry So don't be actin like you be backin that stuff up Girl in the club thats you got ass for Wobble wobble I'm infatuated Bitch ride dick like she makin a baby and I see that we gon have to go to a queit corner for just of two Don't worry about who lookin just doin what you do cuz Nigga like me gon get to workin for I know the girl Bitch whats happnin' let em see Show the world Attention all yall blazin pimps Right now in the place to be I thought I told yall niggas before Yall niggas can't fuck with me Now this ain't for no small booties No circus that won't pass But if you feel you got the biggest one Then Imma come shake ya ass Shake ya ass But watch ya self Shake ya ass Show me what you workin with Shake ya ass But watch ya self Shake ya ass Show me what you workin with Shake ya ass But watch ya self Shake ya ass Show me what you workin with Shake ya ass But watch ya self Shake ya ass Show me what you workin with |
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We be movin on up, (la,la,la,la,la) to the eastside Where I can do my bid in a fat ass crib in the sky We be movin on up, (la,la,la,la,la) to the eastside And it looks like were gonna get some cream from the pie Right, right Got to take some time to clear my mind Dont want to think about the problems Want to leave the west head up to the east side The way is block I need to get by Now life is a rocky road, on my shoulders got to bear the load And if Im wrong Im letting you know to throw the negative Thoughts overboard Hey mamma dry your teary eyes cause, Im a do what I can do so we can get right by and- If I fall down Im a get on up and make another try Up top Im a find a place aint gonna stop until, I see the pretty smile on your face So now you know, we be, we be, we be.... We be movin on up, (la,la,la,la,la) to the eastside Where I can do my bid in a fat ass crib in the sky We be movin on up, (la,la,la,la,la) to the eastside And it looks like were gonna get some cream from the pie Right, right You aint fresh uh, uh, nah baby Everybody wanna be a superstar baby I aint get the dough to act like Im better than you I just got things to do, oh lala, oui oui, freak, freak You say you want trendy, you say you want sheek And honey dips, rubbing on your money clip Hanging on your place, boardwalk and park place Acting all new look at you how youre living Meanwhile your style is played out like racism Me Im fresh out of love is quite tragic When all they want to do is inspect my gadget And change a superman to clark kent All for the sake of fake amusement She said what do you consider fun? You can get it, get it (consider yourself done) We b |
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Raconter, debiter sur des beats a dompter
Une carrure a imposer et tout a surmonter Pour sermenter sortir du hall pas mentir Etre entier faire kiffer du dance hall au penitencier Paroles bien pensees un son pour se depenser Des phrases du metier la France au rap francais Des mots pour motiver mon staff sur le sentier de la guerre Je sens qu't'y es le combat le debat est lance He l'ancien ma musique c'est un cri qui vient du cour C'est un vice c'est un son pour chien ou lyceen Hein c'est un kif de la frime ou l'hymne du vainqueur Ou bien c'est un pleur quand l'un des tiens s'eteint donc quand J'roule mes rimes sur ridim ma fois prime que les ruf reprennent Qu'j'anime je sais qu'on m'estime, j'aime les textes style le message Au cour de la cible, faut qu'tu t'accomodes m.c , j'suis incomestible CHORUS : Ma musique, nos musiques Te fait passer nos pensees, nos idees Pour double si, la musique vient du cour et sert a s'evader Tu veux un beat, je donne mon beat Tu veux un hit, j'te donne un hit Tu veux des titres, j'te donne des titres Si ta p'tite chante mon lyrics c'est que mon lexique l'excite Les gens m'appuient pour ce que je dis et je m'apitoies pas. Toi derriere ton bureau, tu sais ce qui m'donne le barreau Ma hargne mes maux, pourquoi je mets la barre haut J'rumine mon message shoote sur les ondes j'baroude Avec mes troupes tel Sadaam ou Khomeiny a Beyrout Bute mon cote staff fute mon cote bas rouge J'bave , j'crache mon art la lave a la bouche Appelle moi Wolfgang dans la langue de mozart Et dis a Ludwig de placer mon rap parmi les beaux arts CHORUS Assumer ce que j'dis assumer ce qu'on fait Assumer nos vies assume c'qu'on est Assumer, nos sons ne cessent de cartonner C'est une musique rebelle d'anti connard ouais tu connais Faut cogner mes rimes dans le chrome crame le pays Y'a mon empreinte dans le rap mon stabilo est l'arme du crime Aussi connu que mes rimes dans la creme du rap je suis Mon crew est dans le coup et tous les coups j'essuie Que roulent les ragots que s'egosillent les gens Ca m'est egal, ca n'egale pas mon ego d'negro Pour les gars et les go le groove et le choc des mots On exploite grave nos vies faites de gains illegaux J'vis pour ma musique, j'tripe pour ma musique Decolle avec de la musique, j'suis bien dans ma musique Et toi tu bouges en musique , t'evades sur musique J'communique avec mec, moi je sue pour cette musique CHORUS |
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