Busta Rhymes - What My Niggas Want

[cam’ron]
You the type to say I rap, I rhyme, look I freestyle
Rap is played out ain’t shit here for free child
Me and chris lighty checks is what we see child
Ice won’t get you sea sick bitch, it get you c now
Diplomat treat you like a beer bottle twist your cap
Hustler shit, you never sold a bit of crack
Chain you might get it snatched, down to the latch
Since I went to get it back yo what type of shit is that
Picture that, wrist is rapped 37 blunted
How many diamonds you got on? shit 37 hundred
I’m stunting pissy popping by the bottle
Got nothing under the trench and I’m not from colorado
Your acting a little like your rapping to riddles
Got harlem looking like we a pack of skittles
I’m a tyko fanatic, phsyco sematic,
Type blow ? gamatic? , life go dramatic
Hydro’s a habit bitch

[busta rhymes](chorus)
All my niggas who’s ready to ride niggas, what what
All my soldiers and my living foul niggas, what what
Money niggas, what what, thug niggas, what what,
Grimy niggas, whatwhat,
Big gun niggas, what what
All my bitches that’s ready to wild with me, what what
And fuck a hole away in the ground with me, what what
Money bitches, what what, thug bitches, what what,
Corporate bitches, what what
All the above bitches

[cam’ron]
Imagine a ho kissing me, a ho dissing me
No I can’t have that, not from rottisearre
Roglissere, gators so slippery
Best affiliated with the movie misery
I make you kids learn, when your car gone,
Crib burned, jim jones shit permed like big ern
And you speak that gang gang slang,
Gun like pop from boomerangbang bang bang
That girl looking, you packing a whore,
Slapping a whore, foot sweppers slacking the door
Laughing for sure, yeah that shit happend before
Bitch flurting with me, her man tapping the jaw
What I’m drunk about, what I smoke skunk about
Hope you make it to that year prince sung about
All these years dripping and ducking
Stay with birds the ones I was flipping and fucking
Ya heard
(chorus)

Three 6 Mafia - Mafia Niggaz

[Chorus: Lord Infamous (repeat 2X)]

We gotta come like we get doen and dirty for our figures
We gotta come like we be quick to pull back on some triggers
We gotta come you know dat Devil shit is still up in us
We Mafia Niggaz We Mafia Niggaz

[Lord Infamous]
So damn wicked got some shit you bitches never saw
I caught you shakin sawed off′s pumpin now′ll we′ll break the law
I cut the air off where you breath while I′m blazin on these trees
The ? I get from these trees′ll take your leg up off
You chokin from exhaust
You lost up in the sauce
You stand against the wall
Don′t play wit Lord at all
You dealin wit some now you pissin down your leg
and got a gun against your head you know dis lead is for a bloody brawl
I′m tryna go for boss
Prepare for Holocaust
I got moss and when I toss it will get em off
I′m dirty for the cause
Bitch don′t you hit the pause
I′ll lock you bitches in the icebox wit it full of frost
Bitch don′t you know that when I′m hi I leave a dimple
Cock back dis pistol then I′ll pop you like a pimple
I got the tunes in the stones
In your home wit the chrome
You alone and the rest is very simple

[Chorus]

[Crunchy Black]
Ain′t no nigga goin play wit me
Play wit me my nigga I′ma lay you in the streets
All I came for is cheese nigga dat′s hard to believe
I′ma lock and unload and make your bitch ass bleed
Let ya′ll know dat I came wit some shit up my sleeve
Know what I mean my nigga It′s only Jus me
Slip dat knife down my sleeve
Slope you dead in your heart
Wit only dat sick shit don′t get shit started

[DJ Paul]
Now ever since we done came dem hataz didn′t play no joke
Try to bounce to the crib
I shot around in dey home
I′m bustin rugaz
wit some lugaz
Do ya
Nigga I′ma send em straight through ya
School ya
Bout dis bidness
Bout these boys
Ya bout to witness wit these toys

[Juicy "J"]
Wit dem toys yeah we got em
Make the noise when we cock em
Guaranteed to kill and rob em
Stopped em wit the sawed off shotgun
Niggaz in the street dey found em
On dat dog food and Vodka
So much dope the blood was toxic
And the mind is pure psychotic

Ahimas - Будни (feat. Leon, Tsap, MC Палач, SOL, П.Ё.С., Быба, Nigga, Et

Новогодняя ночь – это время надежд.
Я желаю каждому из нас мира, любви, исполнения желаний.
Будьте счастливы!
С новым, 2010 годом!

Проголодался что-то, да и замёрз немного,

Поставил в печку разогреться пару бутербродов.
Пока по небу летят эти железные птицы,
Есть, к чему стремиться, к чему торопиться.
Температура скачет с минус 10 на плюс 2,
Вода ещё бежит, но под толстой коркой льда,
И ботинки скользят по этим тротуарам,
Гололёд достал, эта погода достала…
Хотя в этом году – да что я говорю –
Я и тогда уж полюбил эту холодную зиму.
Сменю резину на авто, с летней на зимнюю,
Стараюсь не курить – боюсь, простыну.
Сквозь узоры на стекле – холодный воздух,
По проводам и балконам сквозь соседние стёкла
Мне прямо в душу рвутся и разрывают сердце
Мои будни из прошлого, куда мне деться?
В сторону блокнот, замерзают руки,
Чёрт, поменять бы этот снег на дождливые будни,
Мои мечты так скудны, постоять под козырьком
С вином в компании со своей подругой.
А так опять, день за днём, согревать пальто своим теплом
И просыпаться в минус 20 за окном,
Знать, что согреет лишь она, кто сейчас не одна
Уходит вдаль из вида моего окна.

Что, снова он, этот телефон?
Нет, так не должно, скажите, это сон.
Этот будильник на сотовом, Nokia tune,
Стандартным нервным звуком перебивает ноктюрн.
Угрюм, опять на уме лишь огорченья,
И так каждый день, почти без исключенья.
Каждое утро включаю автопилот:
Душ, потом на кухню, тот же поворот.
Автобусы, аллеи и те же лица,
Дамы и господа, сплошная вереница.
Не находя границы, вниз уходит мой путь,
Взглядом в облака, в ответ не баламуть.
Будь что будет, впрочем, как обычно,
Будни – это дни, дни аналогичны.
И непривычно тяжело привыкнуть к ним,
Будни бесконечность, да, а я один.
Я один, а этот мир в размытых красках
В палитре серого невзрачно одевает маски,
Маска нарисована почти, улыбка готова,
Всё, в добрый путь, видеться снова.
Здорово, как дела? Как обычно, отлично.
У тебя всё нормально, но неприлично о личном.
Не по себе, неприятно слушать и объяснять,
Да, знаю, в будни жизнь нести и отдавать.

Будни, не будите, остановитесь, прошу.
Будни, вы так сильно изменили судьбу.
Будни по минутам, в мутно-серых цветах.
Будни, выбирайте, всё в ваших руках.
Будни, не будите, остановитесь, прошу.
Будни, вы так сильно изменили судьбу.
Будни по минутам, в мутно-серых цветах.
Будни в памяти в наших мечтах.

Всё хорошо у вас, я плавно вхожу в туман,
Еще немного, виден факт, что я сойду с ума.
Словно метелями движут ваши злые языки,
Внутри меня борьба, попробуй, останови.
Враги по-прежнему смерть мою спят и видят,
А я, казалось, душу сохранить хочу от всех обид.
Вопрос, простит ли господь за мои грехи,
Видел свет вдалеке, а ближе чёрные будни.
Не буду казаться слабым, не из таких,
Бью напролом, это факт, а если нет неупёртых,
Играй во мне музыкант, не жалея струн, гордо,
Воля моя оставить след гордо.

Я убиваю свои дни алкоголем,
Так, может, жить легче, кто об этом спорит.
А день тянется так долго, когда рядом нет
Тех, кто был со мной на протяжении лет.
Звонит телефон на домашний, необычно.
Проигнорирую, для меня это типично.
Смотрю вдаль, а время не щадит нас,
Пустые окна домов, отрешённый взгляд.
Остывший чай давно не греет душу,
Измерив комнату шагами, тишину нарушив.
Соседи что-то выясняют, в который раз
Среди суеты доносятся обрывки фраз.
Поправлю фотографии, подумаю о прошлом,
То, что успел сделать, и что пришлось забросить.
Кого оставил, кому я просто обещал,
Но уже поздно, судно покидает мой причал.
Выпуская ароматный дым, забудусь снова,
Наедине с собой и мыслями, что на повторе.
Сквозь облако тумана я вижу тусклый свет
И ту надежду, и мечту, которых уже нет.
Собираюсь бросить, но вот ещё немного,
И так темнеет рано, а мне ещё в дорогу.
Зачем? Куда? Да я и сам не знаю,
Но где то там я найду кусочек рая.

One Chance - I′m That Nigga

Girl I′m that nigga 8x

Girl you fine like a motha (oo yea)
Oo damn you fine like a motha (oo yea)
Let me sit down chat with you for a minute
Bartender pour a notha
It′s robbie
Hold up let me introduce myslef in replay
It′s my job to make ya body melt

(Ooo)
From the shower (oo oo)
From the bedroom (oo oo oo)
In the club (ooo)
I′m gonna give it (ooo)
From the shower (oo oo)
From the kitchen floor (oo oo oo)

[Chorus:]
Girl I want
You to lay it down now
Lay it on the floor
I′m a give it to you till you can′t take no more
I be that nigga (oo I be that)
Be that nigga (oo girl be that)
Be that nigga (oo I be that)
Be that nigga (oo oo I be that)
I′m gonna give it when you need it
Gonna take it when you need it
When I get up in it I′m a straight b-b-beat it
I′m that nigga (oo I be that)
I′m that nigga (girl I be that)
I′m that nigga (oo I be that)
I′m that nigga (oo oo I be that)

Girl you sexy I love your colors
So sexy like no otha
You a top ten bring some friends
And I′ll bring some others
Girl believe me when I get done with cha
I′m a have you walkin side ways

[Chorus]

Beat builds...

[Chorus]

Ice Cube - The Nigga Of The Century

[Ice Cube]
Say you little son of a bitch, what choo tryin′ to be?

--when i′m big i wanna be a thug--

--you wanna be a thug, huh?! (yeah yeah)
What choo know (about) a thug, huh?! (yeah yeah)
You wanna see the bad guy?!
Look at Ice Cube (yeah yeah), that′s the bad guy!
You need people like him, can point cha fingas!
Huh?! (yeah yeah) the fuck you know about this shit?!
You ready to die?! O - K A Y
Where is that, you ready?
Cuz they ain′t touch the bad guy!!! oKay?--

I′m the nigga of the century

--oh, so zhuu a bad guy, c′mon prove it
c′mon, you think you bad?
How bad you are?!--

I′m the nigga of the century

-c′mon lets see how bad you are
c′mon bad guy! C′MOAWNL!!!--


(verse one) {:41
We the worsest, all purpose
You want murderers?
well you Serve us, hattin′ motherfuckers with curb dust
You heard us, don′t shit make us nervous
Not even when these fuckin′ feds try to serve us
Mention me, when you write it in your history
As a nigger with the key to the mistery
Grand motta ain word don′t mean shit to me
Who gives a fuck what they think, and what they see
Live how i got to live
Give what i got to give
Teach my kids positive, as well as the negative
Hope to raise better kids
The world needs a seditive, pray to god that we let him live

--Cuz you bad guy!-- I′m the nigga of the century
--The diamond scruff!-- All you niggas better mention me
--Me that′s who!-- It ain′t no mystery
Goin′ down in history, niggas better mention me

--You better mention me!-- I′m the nigga of the century
--O - K A Y !!!-- All you niggas better mention me
--Me that′s who!-- It ain′t no mystery
Goin′ down in history, niggas better mention me


(verse two) {1:32
A nigga told me to keep hope alive
Survive, and 95 ′ill get you paradise
So i tried, nigga had to swallow his pride
But look into my eyes, i′m too wise to cook fries
Twelveth grade graduation, summer vacation
Mama said get the facin′ on them applications
Didn′t know back then, i was too young
Public school made me dumb as a motherfucker
What should i do in my life
Reverend Price, do you got some advice
Before i roll the dice
A nigga don′t wanna shoot craps, cuz it ain′t all fun and games
When you tryin′ to get that money mang
Gangbang, maintain or slang cane
T.V. got a nigga where he can′t use his brain
What the fuck you talkin′ bout, choose or loose
Bitch i don′t know the motherfuckin′ rules! (for real)

--Cuz you bad guy!-- I′m the nigga of the century
--The diamond scruff!-- All you niggas better mention me
--Me that′s who!-- It ain′t no mystery
Goin′ down in history, niggas better mention me

--You better mention me!-- I′m the nigga of the century
--O - K A Y !!!-- All you niggas better mention me
--Me that′s who!-- It ain′t no mystery
Goin′ down in history, niggas better mention me


(verse three) {2:36
Who am i when it′s do or die
You can see a man′s sould thru the human eye
Can′t spend all your lifetime gettin′ high
Cuz you and i got to do, for you and i
Acktin′ wild as a jevenile
Now my whole life depends on the outcome of a trial
Wait-pow! these people ain′t playin′ now
Got to bring 85 percent of the time now
Fuck that, rather roll with the ruff pack
In the jet black, listenin′ to ruff rap
See it′s quite simple, you bitches ass niggas don′t know
What i′ve been thru, the weather′s presedential
The warfare′s mental, i sell my soul to the lord
For the perfect instrumental
And the number two pencil
And all the hussle found in chromasones of my kinfolk

--Cuz you bad guy!-- I′m the nigga of the century
--The diamond scruff!-- All you niggas better mention me
--Me that′s who!-- It ain′t no mystery
Goin′ down in history, niggas better mention me

--You better mention me!-- I′m the nigga of the century
--O - K A Y !!!-- All you niggas better mention me
--Me that′s who!-- It ain′t no mystery
Goin′ down in history, niggas better mention me

--yeah, ok ok ok ok, call loko take it easy mang, choo got it!
Choo leave it the fuckin′ illest nigga to fuckin′ shit you!
Dess no problem withs that! gawn′na fuck dat!
June have a fuckin′ heart attack
It′s over! EVERYBODY KNOWS NOW!
It′s no fuckin′ secret
Joo know dis motherfucker, O - K A Y ?!!
It′s over! that′s it, die !!!
BANG !!! BANG !!! BANG !!! BANG !!! BANG !!!--


(Ice Cube - ′Pushsin Weight′ sample) {4:03
~I got that bomb...bomb...tit-tit...
Tity-tit...tity-tity...tity bomb...bomb...bomb
w-when I hit you uhh uhh uhh...~

Ice Cube - Nigga of the Century

[Ice Cube]
Say you little son of a bitch, what choo tryin′ to be?

--when i′m big i wanna be a thug--

--you wanna be a thug, huh?! (yeah yeah)
What choo know (about) a thug, huh?! (yeah yeah)
You wanna see the bad guy?!
Look at Ice Cube (yeah yeah), that′s the bad guy!
You need people like him, can point cha fingas!
Huh?! (yeah yeah) the fuck you know about this shit?!
You ready to die?! O - K A Y
Where is that, you ready?
Cuz they ain′t touch the bad guy!!! oKay?--

I′m the nigga of the century

--oh, so zhuu a bad guy, c′mon prove it
c′mon, you think you bad?
How bad you are?!--

I′m the nigga of the century

-c′mon lets see how bad you are
c′mon bad guy! C′MOAWNL!!!--


(verse one) {:41
We the worsest, all purpose
You want murderers?
well you Serve us, hattin′ motherfuckers with curb dust
You heard us, don′t shit make us nervous
Not even when these fuckin′ feds try to serve us
Mention me, when you write it in your history
As a nigger with the key to the mistery
Grand motta ain word don′t mean shit to me
Who gives a fuck what they think, and what they see
Live how i got to live
Give what i got to give
Teach my kids positive, as well as the negative
Hope to raise better kids
The world needs a seditive, pray to god that we let him live

--Cuz you bad guy!-- I′m the nigga of the century
--The diamond scruff!-- All you niggas better mention me
--Me that′s who!-- It ain′t no mystery
Goin′ down in history, niggas better mention me

--You better mention me!-- I′m the nigga of the century
--O - K A Y !!!-- All you niggas better mention me
--Me that′s who!-- It ain′t no mystery
Goin′ down in history, niggas better mention me


(verse two) {1:32
A nigga told me to keep hope alive
Survive, and 95 ′ill get you paradise
So i tried, nigga had to swallow his pride
But look into my eyes, i′m too wise to cook fries
Twelveth grade graduation, summer vacation
Mama said get the facin′ on them applications
Didn′t know back then, i was too young
Public school made me dumb as a motherfucker
What should i do in my life
Reverend Price, do you got some advice
Before i roll the dice
A nigga don′t wanna shoot craps, cuz it ain′t all fun and games
When you tryin′ to get that money mang
Gangbang, maintain or slang cane
T.V. got a nigga where he can′t use his brain
What the fuck you talkin′ bout, choose or loose
Bitch i don′t know the motherfuckin′ rules! (for real)

--Cuz you bad guy!-- I′m the nigga of the century
--The diamond scruff!-- All you niggas better mention me
--Me that′s who!-- It ain′t no mystery
Goin′ down in history, niggas better mention me

--You better mention me!-- I′m the nigga of the century
--O - K A Y !!!-- All you niggas better mention me
--Me that′s who!-- It ain′t no mystery
Goin′ down in history, niggas better mention me


(verse three) {2:36
Who am i when it′s do or die
You can see a man′s sould thru the human eye
Can′t spend all your lifetime gettin′ high
Cuz you and i got to do, for you and i
Acktin′ wild as a jevenile
Now my whole life depends on the outcome of a trial
Wait-pow! these people ain′t playin′ now
Got to bring 85 percent of the time now
Fuck that, rather roll with the ruff pack
In the jet black, listenin′ to ruff rap
See it′s quite simple, you bitches ass niggas don′t know
What i′ve been thru, the weather′s presedential
The warfare′s mental, i sell my soul to the lord
For the perfect instrumental
And the number two pencil
And all the hussle found in chromasones of my kinfolk

--Cuz you bad guy!-- I′m the nigga of the century
--The diamond scruff!-- All you niggas better mention me
--Me that′s who!-- It ain′t no mystery
Goin′ down in history, niggas better mention me

--You better mention me!-- I′m the nigga of the century
--O - K A Y !!!-- All you niggas better mention me
--Me that′s who!-- It ain′t no mystery
Goin′ down in history, niggas better mention me

--yeah, ok ok ok ok, call loko take it easy mang, choo got it!
Choo leave it the fuckin′ illest nigga to fuckin′ shit you!
Dess no problem withs that! gawn′na fuck dat!
June have a fuckin′ heart attack
It′s over! EVERYBODY KNOWS NOW!
It′s no fuckin′ secret
Joo know dis motherfucker, O - K A Y ?!!
It′s over! that′s it, die !!!
BANG !!! BANG !!! BANG !!! BANG !!! BANG !!!--


(Ice Cube - ′Pushsin Weight′ sample) {4:03
~I got that bomb...bomb...tit-tit...
Tity-tit...tity-tity...tity bomb...bomb...bomb
w-when I hit you uhh uhh uhh...

Ice Cube - Wrong Nigga To Fuck Wit

God damn, it’s a brand new payback
From the straight gangsta mack in straight gangsta black
How many motherfuckers gotta pay
Went to the shelf and dusted off the ak
Caps gotta get pealed
Cause "the nigga ya love to hate" still can "kill at will"
It ain’t no pop cause that sucks
And you can new jack swing on my nuts
Down wit the niggaz that I bail out
I’m platinum bitch and I didn’t have to sell out
Fuck you ice cube, that’s what the people say
Fuck amerikkka, still wit hthe triple k
Cause you know when my nine goes pop
It’ll bust your head like a watermelon dropped from 12 stories up
Now let’s see who’ll drop
Punk motherfuckers tryin to ban hip-hop
Fuck r&b and the runnin man
I’m the one that stand, with the gun in hand
Make sure before you buck wit duck quick
Punk, cause I’m the wrong nigga to fuck wit

"i’ma let y’all know one thing man.."

[verse two]
Hell yeah it’s on, you better tell ’em
Ice cube and I’m rolling with the motherfuckin l.m.
It’s the number one crew in the area
Make a move for your gat and I’ll bury ya
Ashes to ashes, dirt to dirt
Punks roll when I put in work
Cause lench mob niggaz are the craziest
And y’all motherfuckers can’t fade my shit
South central, that’s where the lench mob dwell
Hittin fools up with the big ass l
One time can’t hold me back
Sweatshirt, khakis and crokersacs
Stop givin juice to the raiders
Cause al davis, never paid us
I hope he wear a vest
It’s all about the l-e-n-c-h y’all know the rest
Motherfuckin crew, motherfuckin mob
Do a motherfuckin job in a motherfuckin squad
In ’91 ice cube grew stronger and bigger
And I’m the wrong nigga to fuck with

"one-and-two, ah-three-e-and-ah-four-and.."
"wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute"

[cube] drop a old school beat!

[verse three]
Like I said, it’s a brand new payback
Now in ’91, let’s see who beats the jack
Sir jinx grew a little bit taller
(keep the wack beats out) true motherfuckin baller
And hoes can’t roll on
Even bitches looking like en vogue gotta "hold on"
Don’t let me catch daryl gates in traffic
I gotta have it, to peel his cap backwards
I hope he wear a vest too, and his best blue
Goin up against the zulu
Break his spine like a jellyfish
Kick his ass til I’m smellin shit
Off wit the head, off wit the head I say
And watch the devil start kickin
Run around like a chicken, grand dragon finger lickin
Yo, turn him over wit a spatula
Now we got, kentucky fried cracker
Mess with the cube, you get punked quick
Pig, cause I’m the wrong nigga to fuck with!

"last person in the world you wanna fuck with.." (predator 2 sample repeat 3x)

Ice Cube - The Nigga Ya Love To Hate

I heard payback’s a motherfucking nigga
That’s why I’m sick of gettin treated like a goddamn stepchild
Fuck a punk cause I ain’t him
You gotta deal with the nine-double-limb
The damn scum that you all hate
Just think if niggas decide to retaliate
They try to keep me from running up
I never tell you to get down it’s all about coming up
So what they do go and ban the ak?
My shit wasn’t registered any fucking way
So you better duck away run and hide out
When I’m rolling real slow and the lights out
Cause I’m about to fuck up the program
Shooting out the window of a drop-top brougham
When I’m shooting let’s see who drop
The police the media and suckers that went pop
And motherfuckers that say they too black
Put em overseas they be begging to come back
They say keep em on gangs and drugs
Yyou wanna sweep a nigga like me up under the rug
Kicking shit called street knowledge
Why more niggas in the pen than in college?
Now cause of that line I might be your cellmate
That’s from the nigga ya love to hate

Break

Yeah, ha-ha, it’s the nigga you love to hate

Ay yo baby, your mother warned you about me
It’s the nigga you love to hate
Yo, you ain’t doing nothing pops for the brothers
What you got to say for yourself? >
You do like how I’m living? well, fuck you

Once again it’s on, the motherfucking psycho
Ice cube the bitch killa cap peeler
Yo runnin through the line like bo
It’s no pot to piss in
I put my fist in
Now who do ya love to hate
Cause I talk shit and down the eight-ball
Cause I don’t fake you’re begging I fall off
The crossover might as well cut them balls off
And get your ass ready for the lynching
The mob is droppin common sense and
We’ll gank in the pen will shank
Any tom dick and hank or get the ass
Fake it ain’t about how right or wrong you live
But how long you live
I ain’t with the bullshit
I meet cold bitches no hoes
Don’t wanna sleep so I keep popping no-doz
And tell the young people what they gotta know
Cause I hate when niggas gotta live low
And if you’re locked up I dedicate my style in
From san quentin to rykers island
We got em afraid of the funky shit
I like to clown so pump up the sound
In the jeep make the old ladies say
Oh my God wait it’s the nigga ya love to hate

Break

Yeah come on fool
It’s the nigga you love to hate

Yeah run up punk
It’s the nigga you love to hate
You ain’t all that
That’s all I hear, bitch, bitch
I ain’t nobody’s bitch>
A bitch is a....

Soul train done lost they soul
Just call it train cause the bitches look like hoes
I see a lotta others damn
It almost look like the bandstand
You ask me did I like arsenio
About as much as the bicentennial
I don’t give a fuck about dissing these fools cause they all scared of
The ice cube
And what I say what I portray and all that
And ain’t even seen the gat
I don’t wanna see no dancing
I’m sick of that shit listen to the hit
Cause yo if I look and see another brother
On the video tryin to out-dance each other
I’m a tell t-bone to pass the bottle
And don’t give me that shit about role model
It ain’t wise to chastise and preach
Just open the eyes of each
Cause laws are made to be broken up
What niggas need to do is start loc-ing up
And build mold and fold theyself into shape
Of the nigga ya love to hate

Ice Cube - The Wrong Nigga To Fuck With

Godamn, it’s a brand new payback
From the straight, fucks the mack and straights ganks the black
How many muthafuckers gotta pay
Went to the shelf and dusted off the ak
Cops gotta get pealed
’cause the nigga you love to hate still can kill at will
It ain’t no pop ’cause that sucks
And you can new jack swing on my nuts
Down wit the niggaz that I bail out
I’m platinum bitch and I didn’t have to sell out
Fuck you ice cube, that’s what the people say
Fuck america still wit the triple k
Cause you know when my nine goes buck
It will bust your head like a watermelon dropping 12 stories up
Now let’s see who’ll drop
Punk muthafuckers trying to ban hip-hop
Fuck r & b and the running man
I’m the one to stand wit the gun in hand
Make sure before you buck wit duck quick
Punk, ’cause I’m the wrong nigga to fuck wit

Hell yea, zone you better tell ’em
Ice cube and I’m rolling wit the muthafucking lm
It’s the #1 crew in the area
Make a move for your gat and I’ll bury ya
Ashes to ashes, dirt to dirt
Punks roaming what I put in work
’cause lenchmob niggaz are the craziest
And y’all muthafuckers can’t fade my shit
South central, that’s where the lenchmob dwell
Hitting fools up wit the big ass l
One time can’t hold me back
Sweatshirt, khakis and crokersacs
Stop giving juice to the raiders
’cause al davis never paid us
I hope he wear a vest
It’s all about the l-e-n-c-h y’all know the rest
Muthafucking crew, muthafucking mob
Doing muthafucking job in a muthafucking squad
In ’91 ice cube grew strong and bigger
And I’m the wrong nigga to fuck wit

Like I said, it’s a brand new payback
9-91, let’s see who beats the jack
Sir jinx grew a little bit taller
(beat the wack beats out) to muthafucking baller
And hoes can’t row on
Even bitches looking like en vogue gotta hold on
Don’t let me catch daryl gates in traffic
I gotta have it, to peal his cap backwards
I hope he wear a vest too and his best blew
Going up against the zulu
Break his spine like a jellyfish
Kick his ass til it smells of shit
Off wit the head, off wit the head I say
And watch the devil start kicking
Run around like a chicken, grand dragon finger licking
Yo, turn him over wit a spatula
Now he got kentucky fried cracker
Mess wit the cube, you get pump quick
Pig, cause I’m the wrong nigga to fuck wit

Ja Rule - Count On Your Nigga

Verse 1

Look at my life style it′s dangerous
When i was young this saught of life was contagious
Hustling hard like them shark down in Vegas
My gat and I come buss spontaneious
This world made us only to take what they gave us
The game is our loss watch yo gloat
Then show you that this world ain′t yours push crack like swinging doors
And leave strips wide open Ja′s holding a pair of mines and yawl cats folding
My life ain′t been at all goldin this rhyme hit me at a young age
And kept calling i know i′m falling, to the evil of money and drugs
And loss woman but that′s what i′m loving about living
Being I see my birth as a given
Knowing my inner limits this game ain′t no scrimage
let′s play big were winners
Beg the lord for forgiveness for when i die please take me off your shit list
Cause i′ll be nameless
Puttin me through changes the J to the A niggas know the flows crazy

Chorus (2x)

Verse 2

I got a lust for this money
Admire them old timers, assume with no conscience
Made aa word so chaotic, opened up my mind and introduced me to narcotics
Brand new wips not this thicks the hottest chicks
I just can′t seem to keep them off of my dicks
The difference is yawl did yawl thing on the low, made a lot of doe
We did our thing hihg pro thought
We still blew I wish I knew dirty money was evil
I never understood till I lost a few people
Dead and gone still their memory lives on throw a mural up
Let them niggas know their was loved now we′re in to better thing
Got our hands on ring crime in the streets cause it′s my time
I drag think line between love and war
Really nigga you with me your flossing out side, that you fear me literally
Strait up and down with no cross as God as my witness
And Ja is yours i′m a spit in your directions hit the floor nigga

Chorus (2x)

Chingy - Fuck Dat Nigga (Skit)

man, my momma be trippin like a mothafucka man
(man, u gotta get the fuck out the crib)
i know, talkin bout i′m 31 and still livin wit her
so?
i know niggaz older than that
i′m still gettin this money though
(this mothafuckin money. nigga u tell her it come out yo pocket nigga u buy the bread)
that′s what im talkin bout
i brang home the groceries shit(yea thats what im talkin bout)
wussup nigga? who is that?(what the fuck)
that look like that nigga lil′ howard
oh shit!
(music: throw yo hood up if u representin)
wussup nigga?
they call u chingy now
(ching,ching) (laughing)
cost lot a lurr, pop a cop, drop a spurr
(laughing)
wuz up nigga? what′s crackin though?
yea boy u doin yo thang, boy i see that nigga all on tv
(laughin) right thurr
how u been nigga? (yea) u know workin
man(i see u all on tv) yea, workin man
i know u got a job fo yo nigga though
(yea, wussup)give me somethin nigga
i can drive a bus. yea? somethin
i can rap fuck it (yep) ill knock out the hoes
spin somethin repeat 2x
check me out, check me out
nigga hard times (uh huh) make niggaz like me
nigga hard times...
man shut that shit up
well anyway nigga (keep yo head up keep writin)
we goin to the club tonite u want a ride?
we goin to the spot nigga, goin to the spot
(we might head up thurr) see whats crackin
yea nigga we... (we might slide through) wha.. what chu gon do
we might slide through. aight shit
we′ll just see yall niggaz later man yall niggaz stay up
aight man keep yo head up
(leaving)
yea dog. man
i don′t trust them niggaz. me neither
why he got that nigga wit him fo?
nigga out of here... i can do that nigga
put me on the track. a bop wop a doowop
nigga what
we could rap (nigga what)
fo real. i could rap somethin
rap my hand around this block
nigga, i bet u nigga (whatever nigga)
we need to catch that nigga sleepin we gon bling bling ya know? (hell yea)

DRedd - Nigga

(П-в)

I am king здесь, сейчас и потом буду!
Буду вместе с вами, запишу 10 альбомов к следушему году
И стану Super, мега популярным Мс
B запишу совместный трэк с Eminem’ом

-
С Eminem’ом, Fat Jo, и co Snoop Dogg’ом тоже
Поганю я на West side, и получу по роже!
Может даже и c Mike Shinoda зачитаю
А может быть и Nelly Самого перечитаю!
Поеду я Detroit и буду выступать
И Андерсон Памелу буду я ….
Убрать мне надо будет, наверно 50 Цента
А может быть застрелят, не заработаю ни цента
Или стану черным и буду жить в квартале
И Шайзенгер Николь будет читать мараль мне
Хотя наверно нет, наверно хапнет коп
Отвезет меня в участок и припишет мне гоп стоп!
И буду я пол года на нарах отсыхать
Потом опять за рэп возьмусь и буду выступать
И буду я всеми любимым , + популярным
А вдруг, неповезет и стану я ПОЖАРНЫМ!


(П-в)

I am king здесь, сейчас и потом буду!
Буду вместе с вами, запишу 10 альбомов к следушему году
И стану Super, мега популярным Мс
B запишу совместный трэк с Eminem’ом

-
А что если в Стрип-клуб охранником пойти
Стоять на входе и не давать пройти
Хотя зачем? Я Мс! Мне же вперед идти
С таким именем как у меня D.R.e.d.d.
Я ведь Хип-Хоп стар, я и не так Стар
Я ведь им сам стал, и даже не устал!
Я как то раз упал, когда в начале летал!
Теперь посерьезней стал, окей микро я взял!
И до утра читал, потом весь день проспал,
Во сне я Чиксу увидал, уменя на нее ….
Ты против Nigga, Брачо ты Встрял!

(П-в)

I am king здесь, сейчас и потом буду!
Буду вместе с вами, запишу 10 альбомов к следушему году
И стану Super, мега популярным Мс
B запишу совместный трэк с Eminem’ом

Cashis - That Nigga A Gangsta

[Intro: Ca]
Shady Records own, bogus boy
Ca, it′s Ca nigga, ah-ha ha
I′m here, right back on y′all, nigga
Blocc Boyz, what the bid′ness is, nigga
Seven-fo′, let′s go!

[Ca]
In this industry, a fifth of Hennessy
I′m tryna get with the bid′ness so where the bitches be
When I flick the Vogues, I′ma get the hoes
In a seven-fo′ Lincoln black, two do′s
Hope to strap shorty, take a ride with Ca
If a nigga look wrong you gon′ let him have it
Say, what′s your name? What kind of set you claim?
I′m seven-fo′ now; tell me, do you bang?
We ain′t ask about your mayne, cause he ain′t here with us
And we both know that we about to fuck
You see my limo tint, but they can′t see you bitch
Go and pull out my dick, and put your mouth on it
If you don′t do it now, you′ll never get the chance
If you ain′t puttin out bitch, make other plans
I still keep my money in a rubber band
with the pitchfork sealed up, on the other hand

[Chorus 2X: Ca]
You see them niggaz runnin, you see my spinnin drum and
You lookin at my face sayin that nigga a gangsta
Always gettin blunted, and holdin stacks of hundreds
And e′ry rider here know that nigga a gangsta

[Ca]
Seen switchin lanes, off of sniffin ′caine
And a sip of purp′, I′m hurtin on my drank
I′ve been doin work, you know about my gang
You want me you can find me wherever that you hang
I got a bigger dick, plus I′m fly as shit
You′ve seen me with your bitch, cause I got benefits
I′m a militant, AWOL lyricist
Your face menstruates when I clap-clap, period
I snatch cakes off the, back of you wack nigga
Shady Records in your mouth, take that nigga
Em I never leave, forever got your back
And e′ry soldier in my squad feel like that
Gangsta disciple, you motherfuckers know
You should′ve killed me, a long time ago
I′m a regular ev-ery day psycho
Hat to the right on sight wherever I go

[Chorus]

[Ca]
I′ve been provin this, for a long time
And e′ry line that I write, is all mine
See me walkin a straight line in daytime
But I spray nines right in front, of the one-times
Livin life, in the California sunshine
But I′m the only star out, in the nighttime
Flagged up, knowin suckers ain′t gon′ like - I′m
makin them turn they head straight boy just like mine
Took the West over, I′m the real king
You don′t believe me, fuck you, kill me
I don′t fear none of y′all, meet a real G
Come against me, pussy nigga you will see
When you awake, and you still sleep
You dead you lil′ pussy boy, feel me
You said you was gon′ muh′fuckin kill me?
But you bled, guess you ain′t that real, G
Screech

[Chorus]

[Outro: Ca]
That nigga a gangsta nigga
You stupid ass niggaz don′t know what a spinnin drum is?
That′s a 100-round shot clip, comin straight at you
Your face, your back, your chest
It don′t matter to me nigga, and that′s real
I got guns nigga, I got money nigga
I got riders, what the fuck you gon′ do to me?
I got guns nigga, I got money nigga
I got riders, what the fuck you gon′ do to me?
Nuttin, Shady Records own, bogus boy
Ca, King Mathers!
It′s brought to you, by the great King Mathers
I′m out, let′s go! {*echoes*}

J Cole - Rich Niggaz

[Hook: J. Cole]
Ey yo
Ey yo
Ey yo uh

[Hook x 3]

Yeah

[Verse 1]
I hate rich niggas goddammit
Cause I ain′t never had a lot dammit
Who you had to kill
Who you had to rob
Who you had to fuck just to make it to the top dammit.
Or maybe that′s daddy money
Escalator no ladder money
Escalating new caddy money
Worst fear going broke cause I′m bad with money.
Crookest smile nigga momma never had the money damn
I ain′t trippin′
A nigga Jordan I ain′t Pippen yeah
Up the steps I ain′t slippin′
Tears blood sweat I ain′t crippled
A song you can sing along with when you down so I let you know you ain′t alone shit
When you momma ain′t at home cause she got a second job delivering pizzas you think she out there getting robbed
Please God watch her I know how niggas do
Half cracker but a nigga too.
Talking all that shit ′bout your step-pops how he was a dog now look at you.
I ain′t bad as that nigga plus dawg I′m a grown man now. I ain′t mad at that nigga.
But if a plane crash and only it killed his lame ass I′d be glad as that nigga.
Did caine dirty now it′s back to broke
Refund check she was (?)
Momma gets depressed falls in love with the next maniac on crack use that (?)
Make a nigga smoke a whole sack of dope
Writing rhymes tryna bring back the hope
Try to ride the storm out and crash the boat could of drowned but I grabbed the rope.

Nigga who you x 3
Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew

X2

Said, you got what I want
You got what I need
How much for your soul and uh
How much for your soul and uh

X2

[Verse 2]
I hate rich niggas goddammit
Cause I ain′t never had a lot dammit
Niggas can′t front on the flows you got
But every fucking verse how much dough you got
Homie, don′t quit now (?)
Know you felt the shit just now
Know you felt the shit just now
(?)
Don′t it ever get boring(?) to you?
I realize deep down you a coward getting high off of power
So I threw you (?)

Wanted the respect but it came with fame
I just wanted love but it just ain′t the same
I took a train down memory lane and watching little Jermaine do his thang before he made a name it′s like (?) gave it all he got now the nigga don′t (?) the same.
I guess he can′t complain
All the money that be raining in
Spend a hundred thou for the chain again
Thinking old school niggas like?
Probably kill for another claim to fame?
Yeah nigga
At least he ain′t insane x2
You ain′t crazy motherfucker you just afraid of change.
That′s new
Maybe that′s true
But listen here I got a bigger fear
Of one day that I become you.
And I become lost and I become heartless
And numb from all the M