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(feat. Big Body, Highbeam)

[Highbeam]
put ya guns down
its time to squad now
ya'll then kick it up in the club dont try to run now
he's saying thugged out
but back in 88 bust I heard ya plugged out
thats what ya name and became and moved down south
still the bitch you was in the city
mo money mo cash mo hoes now ya sitting on 20
if it came down to it nigga fuck your mob
and if ya wanna get em all we can squad and squad
I say now who want they ass kicked ass kicked
who wanna get touched with plastic plastic
I see ya standing in the path trick path trick
now do ya wanna be around bitch around bitch
cuz I dont give a fuck if the club on ya block or not
cuz if ya step on our toes then its bound to get hot
its bound to get heated all of us we got a SK and a chopper
better utensils bound to break me off proper
from the 51st ward nigga
we all ghetto so while ya practice looking hard nigga
you need to let go and umm remove ya bodyguard nigga
how ya'll wanna do it
we can take it to the yard nigga we rob niggas

[chorus]
break em up
fuck that let them niggas fight
break em up
fuck that let them niggas fight
I cant breathe somebody get em off me
I cant breathe anybody get em off me
break em up
fuck that let them niggas fight
break em up
fuck that let them niggas fight
I cant breathe please get em off me
I cant breathe mothafucka get em off me

[Highbeam]
back the fuck up
who in the hell wanna get it on
Ima bout to pull a kick door like that nigga James Jones
lets move these bitches in lets get these niggas out
is that your girl keep talking shit Ima slap the gold outta her mouth
cuz Im a real nigga for all my trio niggas
Im squashing the issue cock back hit em in his grill nigga
fuck how ... Read more »

Category: T | Views: 131 | Added by: Scar | Date: 13.04.2016 | Comments (0)

Me and my closest road dog
came up in an early age on the corner servin cane
gang bangin and everythang
we some mutherfuckin gangstas
broke to the right
Blood in Blood out brothers and we swore that was for life
servin them keys and be clocking them g's and 
we got whatever you need just a come and see me
or my mutherfucking nug bout to show this city up show love
or catch that bug from that nine millimeter slug
i broke bread with this nigga, i bust lead with this nigga
heard he fucking with the feds
can't believe it, not my nigga
selling me for the cash, was he moving too fast
talking behing my back to them damn hood rats
i'm going crazy aint that a bitch
you try and get bitched and your closest rodey
turns into a snitch 
just smiling and laughing in your fucking face
went behind your fucking back hooking you with a fucking case
going insane and i don't know what to think
paranoid out my mind as i take another drink
of that hennessy motherfuckin cognac
got me reaching for my nine 
bout to peel this niggas cap
so i walked out the house
and i headed for the corner
i seen that nigga creeped up on him
bitch yous a goner
up that itchy to his temple why'd you try to fuck me Rodey
started crying C-M-B
nigga this aint to New Jack City
and my name aint no mutherfuckin Nino Brown
a tear roll down my cheek and i blew his brains on the ground
sirens all around lights all in my face
dick boys on the case so i headed towards the gate
bitch freeze
bitch please
thats what i told them punk ass cops
all of a sudden i heard the shot
couldn't believe i just got popped
didn't drop, turned around, grapped my nine, then i pulled it
started yelling just like fates a_?Bitch i took your fucking bul ... Read more »

Category: T | Views: 113 | Added by: Scar | Date: 13.04.2016 | Comments (0)

(feat. Bennie Franks)

no muggy manny man gonna feel this shit here tramp
try out the (?) bobby land rasta man one land one land live one land love
you come you come you test the rasta
you come you come you test the rasta
you test Bennie and I told ya motherfucker boom
now ya fucking dead

[Bennie Franks]
I drop bombs like who say mad ass
verbal ammunition when I solve a blast ass I stash cash
assassination like Ras Kass
bitches and 10 hut
I'ma money making soldier cause I don't give no fuck
the world is mine
you stepping over gages grenades and land mines so hand mine
if you was around nigga you probably ban mine
off the loado watching out for the rorrow popping at the po po
99 brinks truck candy apple sitting on normols
them niggas don't wanna see us come up
so fuck them marks for the legit ballers for the world blow up
its ain't no sold off shit I'm still top of the mess
check Tom disrespect Tom teflon through his chest
and fuck em for T
I'm rolling in my candle camouflage
wing ding and white wands and now I ready to march
embark on this who trying to whip the lyrical arsonist
look learn and listen my baguette still glisten
my nine shines its 6 past 6 so bitches prime time
who in they write mine nigga trying to define rhyme
L-E-G-I-T ballers
give it up for them pistol pistol the knuckle street baller
come on

[chorus]
B-E double N I-E Franks
B-E double N I-E Franks
B-E double N I-E Franks
B-E double N I-E Franks
[chorus 2]
its a joint we completed niggas ballers boy
thats the money making soldiers bringing all the noise
ain't nothing on ya block but them vocaling toys
riding tinted out real straps hoes galore

[Bennie Franks]
now it don't get no deeper than this
mr. ... Read more »

Category: T | Views: 103 | Added by: Scar | Date: 13.04.2016 | Comments (0)

(feat. Erika Kane, Johnny P, Liffy Stokes)

[Chorus 1: 2X] 
Dance threw the cha cha for me ma mama 
Shake and make it drop drop for your pa papa 
Touch your hips and your na na 
Get high 
Bounce with them ta tas 
Don't stop 

(Dance threw the cha cha for me ma mama 
Shake and make it drop drop for your pa papa 
Come on) 

[Chorus 2: Johnny P] 
Ball wit us 
Come and ball wit us 
(Ball wit us 
Come ball wit us) 
Ball wit us 
You can ball wit us L.e.g.i.t 
Wont you come and ball with J.P 

[Turtle Banxx]
Cha cha baby girl 
Step off inside this legit world 
Hang out like motorcycles and on Madison and Micky d's parkin' lot 
Legit ballaz status 
My playas call the shots 
Get away from neighborhoods gang they tied 
This raccoon leather and wood grain at night 
Smoked cars pound 
Call L.A 5 
Twista smoked 2 b's so now we valley high 

[Liffy Stokes]
It aint nothing to floss and ballI 
live a life that say a high price cost to ya'll 
Jet set with my hair hanging out the vet 
Doing donuts on the air cuz the streets wet 
Bringing more rats 
Sippin' on the finest 
You might fine this 
Fly as the nigga roll 
Smoking on the Philly slow 
Screamin' what dilly hoe 
I got a whirlpool sweet at the mo mo 
Plus a quarter of some hydro 
With the rainjo 

[Chorus 3] 
Ball wit us 
Come and ball wit us 
L.a.g.i.t 
Wont you come ball wit J.P 
Come on 
Ball wit us You can ball wit us 
Rockin platinum ice 
Tha ... Read more »

Category: T | Views: 99 | Added by: Scar | Date: 13.04.2016 | Comments (0)

[Chorus: Jazze Pha]
Badunkadunk, All in yo face when you at the club,
Badunkadunk, Slide down da pole fo da dirty dub,
Badunkadunk, Look at yo ass girl it's so much fun,
Badunkadunk, Now tell da DJ I need a hundred one, 
Badunkadunk, What!?,
Badunkadunk, Drop yo,
Badunkadunk All that,
Badunkadunk, Bounce yo,
Badunkadunk, Big fat,
Badunkadunk, I love yo,
Badunkadunk, Now tell da DJ I need a hundred one

[Twista] 
Oooh shit damn shawty look at that muthafuckin fatty,
Come to daddy, tell me what I gotta do to get you lookin in my custom caddy, 
Never wanna let you get up out the ride, When I first took a look my mouth was wide,
Lick a titty with them little bitty shorts she got on, with them thighs hangin out the side,
When you walkin you gon hurt these otha bitches, running me with the way you strut it,
Even though you only walkin and it be still lookin like you shouldn't do that shit in public,
I can tell you now from what i see you workin with, you ain't even gotta ass fo da blunt,
Booty so fat, gap so nice you could see the ass from da front,
You finna hurt me how you twurk dat thang, you get me heated when you pop it baby,
Fell in love when you came up in da club, workin that body for mo' gon' pop it baby,
I know you got up in the rump-shaker contest, let us see what you can do,
Sip a little somethin while you bounce that ass, girl you got a badunkadunk

[Chorus: Jazze Pha]
Badunkadunk, All in yo face when you at the club,
Badunkadunk, Slide down da pole fo da dirty dove,
Badunkadunk, Look at yo ass girl it's so much fun,
Badunkadunk, Now tell da DJ I need a hundred one, 
Badunkadunk, What!?,
Badunkadunk, Drop yo,
Badunkadunk All that,
Badunkadunk, Bounce yo,
Badunkadunk, Big fat,Badunkadunk, I love yo,
Badunk ... Read more »

Category: T | Views: 106 | Added by: Scar | Date: 13.04.2016 | Comments (0)

[Tung Twista]
back to school lets go back to school
lets go lets go back to school to the oldschool
[chorus 4x]

lets go back to school to the old school
to the times when the single file lines was the rule
to the days that we had to study all the maps
the days we were kiddin not to take the kid naps
the days when we used to have to wear the dunce caps
and the days when we used to bust the oldschool raps
sittin with your buddy studyin for ya test
lookin back so that you see up under betty's dress
couldnt wait for bells to ring so we can go to recess
to kick the battle rhymes just to see who was the best
there were seven emcee's in the 7th grade
i would kick seven rhymes had only seven made
but those seven rhymes we stole
note the way your toning
i gave the class a blast the way i smash my opponents
battlin was serious they've all ducked the fist
because i kick the funky fresh rhymes like fish
try to swing but they miss they miss like this
Rasheeda's on the monkey bars blowin me a kiss
throwin rhymes back and forth on the see saw
just to mess with him because i know that he saw
winkin at Latrice because i know that she saw
several suckas tried to push us down but we saw
these are the days when the tounge used to rule
recess is over lets go back to school

[chorus]

goin back to school like Rodney Dangerfield
to the lunchroom where the cooks arrange a meal
ate the sloppy joe where my friends copy so
we can try to get more than emcees can flow
the fun fun fun funky able fable
i stake the style standin on the stable lunch table
finish up the rhyme so i can pass it to the next
throw em back and forth till we heard the bells flex
left the lunchroom went to the gymnasium
ut time to flow we call it a rap stadium
thro ... Read more »

Category: T | Views: 94 | Added by: Scar | Date: 13.04.2016 | Comments (0)

(feat. Todd Nitty)

Restraint!
Artilerry motherfucker, legit balling bitch but don't get it twisted
Ain't no hoes over here
Yeah, we got guns nigga, aimed at all you hating bitches
From K-Town to the Manor, Holy City to the Wild Hundreds
The war is on, and all my killers is riding
Todd Nitty, what you got for these hoes (click...clock...blast)

[Todd Nitty]
I got that 9 double M glock, with the infrared beam dot
Aiming at your knot, making your heart stop
Yelling out "Fuck Tha Po" who some call it 5-0
Better look out for when they pull that kick door
Nothing but gangstas, thats all who I hang with
Slanging them thangs with, came up in the game with
The fucking hood rats, because them some broke hoes
Me get a rich bitch and stick her for her dough
The Manor in that K-Town, thats how we put it down
Letting off fifty rounds, thats how our shit sound
Artillery up the ass, scullies and ski masks
9's and bubble masks, gunning at your ass
Motherfucking street thugs, legit ballers
Money and the power, moving that flour
Taking no shorts and taking no losses
Hauling niggas asses off in coffins with that..

[hook]

One, two, three, 45.'s, 
Six, seven, eight, nine milli-meter
Ten, eleven, twelve gauge pump nigga [4x]

A nigga riding with stealers, hustlers, killers all my life
Legit Ballers bitch, don't even try to fuck with us gangsta's
Because we some mobstas
You come with that bullshit, then pussy I'll pop ya'
See it's that nigga Todd Nitty, that be squeezing triggers like bitches 
titties
Who is it, the most left on nigga, they crept on nigga, with that teflon nigga
And it went BLOW! BLOW! body bag that bitch
Sent his ass to the morgue with the rest of them snitches
I heat 'em up lik ... Read more »

Category: T | Views: 81 | Added by: Scar | Date: 13.04.2016 | Comments (0)

[Intro: Young Chris]

Yeah...
Young Chris, M-E's, Free-Wheez... Tha boy Twista...
Holla...

My life on tha track... (Okay...),
Up and comin'... State Prop...
Check game... (That's right...),
Get low... (Get low...),

It's tha Roc...
Better than ever (Holla)...
Yeah...

It's tha motherfuckin' Roc bitch, you hotter than us?

(Okay, okay)

[Young Chris]
Ever since a young buck, I been on tha come up,
Known to dish tha raw, dish tha law if they come up,
And cheddar 'till tha sun up...
If there's a ransom and tha law get involved, then we never get they son up,
Never put ya gun up, if ya come round me,
I go to war wit' niggas 'round tha corner from 'round me,
You can front 'round me, but I read through that,
Wit' tha mili' and I ain't talkin' 'bout no Segal mac,
Niggas see shoot back, we can see to that,
Hit yo front letters see through back, bring yo peoples back,
And I used to grind out on my friends spot, 'till he's mom wanted my Tim-bots,
Now my paint got me discounts, or trans-quo all around tha world, like I was signed to
Pimp-dot,
And if it's ten targets and I got ten shots,
I'm tryin' to leave at least hit nine out of them ten shot...

[Memphis Bleek]
I got my mind on my money, money on mind,
But some say its a gift, I don't write but I rhyme,
I, complete songs with just one try,
Tell 'em it's no lie, I be flowin all my life dogg, I never think, it's already there,
I find ways to say-it, so you motherfuckers hear-it,
And when you hear it you feel it, you know its real (so...),
This is how I live it, how its pictured for real, (nigga...),
I'm shittin for real...
Diamonds against wood, underground king for real,
Big cri ... Read more »

Category: T | Views: 87 | Added by: Scar | Date: 13.04.2016 | Comments (0)

What happens when you combine the daekness with the light?
(YungBuck)
I'm bringing pain like two bad nurses, and the pain from these here 
motherfuckin' verses rediculos thirst is involving hearses to the dirt shit 
first pick and using autos to work with slugs to the shirt shit (just to squirt 
shit) I'm kickin' it with an expert kick from birth till' the earth split leave 
you hurt bitch and show you how worser than worst get in the zone see the vein 
when the pain repel and then i'm closing the curtains bitch (when adrenalines 
pumping) I don't understand discussion only hear certian shit i'm a 
misunderstood nigga' and i'm off my square high got me reversin' clips and 
dispersin' shit
(Twista)
What can I say to make you see how the fuck I feel to make me wanna jump off of 
the edge i'm charged off of suckers gettin' shot up off the ledge no pain the 
static came I took a bunt off to the head (so tell me what it said) retaliate 
with leathal reprecussion I feel the reefer rushin' watch him go into thangs 
like it's a wicked stick so get that Benedryl hot like i'm finna steal lickin' 
and kickin' shit for niggas and bitches that I kick it with I was born to get 
you pumped up it's like some lead bust givin' motherfuckers a head rush then 
your lead bust when you jumped up cuz what I said must've got you geeked my 
eyes red puffed from smokin' shit that niggas hit on and die makes me wanna 
slip the clip on the side and if you act like a bitch on the the whole westside 
will let the shit gone and ride and let the trigga' bust
(Chorus)
Thats your adrenaline rush like when a motherfucker have to go pick up the pump 
to make his o ... Read more »

Category: T | Views: 108 | Added by: Scar | Date: 13.04.2016 | Comments (0)

[Chorus - 2x]
Why you all in my business
Why you really really want to know the 4-1-1
Is it cause that my game's tight
I can scoop a bitch and fuck her on the same night

[Verse 1: High Beam]
It was a, Saturday evening bout seven at night
White T, white thongs pockets feeling alright
I got a, call from one of my carmel chicks
She said I mean be careful I think they talking on some hate shit
Despite the talk of the town, I'ma be there
For 45 minutes when you hear the horn come down
And when she climbed in, I received a kiss and a hug
In a minute take off your shoes on a white persian rug
Wave your number rolling going to get bent
Why they sure call thugs mugging I see him right through the tent
He had the nerve enough to tap on my glass
But he ain't had enough light to peek in but I almost blast his ass
Is it cause that I'm known to bust
So quick to bump a bad bitch that y'all known to trust
So when you see me on them thangs in the cadillac truck
Man don't even know me when you see your bitch in the back or front

[Chorus - 2x]

[Verse 2: Todd Nitty]
Foul, god damn you hagging
Sixteen block my wall you want to block my magic
Now you wondering no what Nitty be doing
While these bitches trying to find out who am I screwing
And I'm so, sick and tired of the motherfucking gossip
And I'm, sick and tired of the motherfucking coppers
They actually post up at the end of my block
Take a hoe from her spot just for trying to plot

(*cop voice*)

[Todd Nitty]
And I'm like, damn friendly why you all on me
Man I'm out here slanging records shit I stopped selling weed
Tell me, are you mad cause you see what I drive
Or are you checking out these broads with the big ass thighs
It be my main bitch, getting on my l ... Read more »

Category: T | Views: 99 | Added by: Scar | Date: 13.04.2016 | Comments (0)

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