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I'm the 1-man army, Ason I've never been tooken out I keep MC's lookin out I drop science like girls be droppin babies Enough to make a nigga go cra-a-azy Energy buildin takin all types of medicines ur ass thought u were better than Ason I keep planets in orbit While I be comin with teeth bitin more shit Enough to make ya break and shake ya ass Cause I create rhymes good as a Tasty Cake, mix This style I'm mastered in Niggas catchin headaches what? What? u need aspirin? This type of pain u couldn't even kill with Midol Fuck around get sprayed with Lysol In ur face like a can of mace, baby Is it burnin? Well fuck it, now u're learnin How I don't even like your motherfuckin profile Give me my fuckin shit, CH-CH-BLAOW Not seen and heard, no one knows U forget, niggaz be quiet as kept Now u know nothin; before u knew a whole fuckin lot Ur ass don't wanna get shot A lot of MC's came to my showdown To watch me put ur fuckin ass lo-o-ow down As u can go, below 0 Without a doubt I've never been token out By a nigga, who couldn't figure Yo by a nigga, who couldn't figure(x2)(Brooklyn Zoo) How to pull a fuckin gun trigger I said, "Get the fuck outta here" Nigga wanna get too close, to the utmost But I got stacks that'll attack any wack host Introducin, yo FUCK that nigga's name My hip-hop drops on ur head like ra-a-ain And when it rains it pours, cause my rhymes hardcore That's why I give u more of the raw Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot MC's I'll be bur-r-rnin, bur-r-rnin hot Whoa-hoa-hoa! Let me like slow up with the flow If I move too quick, oh, u just won't know I'm homicidal when u enter the target Nigga get up, act like a pig tryin to hog shit So I take yo ass out quick The mics, I've had it my nigga, u can suck my dick If u wanna step to my motherfuckin rep' CH-CH-BLAOW! BLAOW! BLAOW! Blown to death u got shot cause u knock knock knock "Who's there?" Another motherfuckin hardrock Slackin on ur mackin cause raw's what u lack U wanna react? Bring it on back

("Fuck Jay-Z") What's up niggas, ay yo, I know you ain't talkin 'bout me dog You, what? ("Fuck Jay-Z") You been on my dick nigga, you love my style, nigga ("Fuck Jay-Z") [Chorus] (I) Fuck with your soul like ether (Will) Teach you the king you know you (Not) "God's son" across the belly (Lose) I prove you lost already Brace yourself for the main event Y'all impatiently waitin It's like an AIDS test, what's the results? Not positive, who's the best? Pac, Nas and Big Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy I embrace y'all with napalm Blows up, no guts, left chest, face gone How could Nas be garbage? Semi-autos at your cartilege Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my throne I got this, locked since '9-1 I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't influenced Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas With Hawaiin Sophie fame, kept my name in his music Check it [Chorus] [talking] Ay yo, pass me the weed, pour my ashes out on these niggas man (no doubt) Ay, y'all faggots, y'all kneel and kiss the fuckin ring [Chorus] I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and fogotten Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (uh) Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face Y'all some "well wishers," friendly actin, envy hidin snakes With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take? When these streets keep callin, heard it when I was sleep That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef Started cockin up my weapon, slowly loadin up this ammo To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle This for dolo and it's manuscript, just sound stupid When KRS already made an album called Blueprint First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you better than Big Dick suckin lips, whyn't you let the late, great veteran live ... http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/nas/ether.html

[And I] And I say what's tight cause a sista write rhymes all day and all night Dwellin South of the Hudson, New Jerusalem in seclusion, using fake pseudonyms [I'm true bad] Mind travels like a skitzo on two tabs with doo rags hangin from my pockets [Me] Me, the rap bitch that goes back to pediatrics Early left rappers like u were straight vexin [So] So recognize, I make a nigga eyes come alive off of five two 5s; disguise the camouflage I shoot a virus out of my spirals with mad priors for takin mad niggaz titles! Wetter than a resevoir; lurking in the bushes striking blows like Chesamar(?) code-name Hasana Warmer than a bomber, hotter than the region of Ghana Get loot like that Trump bitch, Ivana [Chorus] Now, who be writin rhymes all night Rah Digga in tha house and plans is tight [Tight] Peace to the ones that don't bite Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight A black QUEEN, ya best believe my black jeans won't say Paco I swing to the Vill' for some waffles and some beef falafel Rap very tight liquor got me DIFFERENT Dirtier than an overseas shipment of ki's I write these TIGHT BUTTAS, creme de la GUTTAS Call me Sheik Digga Plotting over loops like the eight figures Baby I'm hard, represent the feminist God [What?] that gets blunted - watch rhymers runneth, over See me in the camel Range Rover [Chop] And I won't stop for Jake And keep heat by the waist for those that playa hate [NOW] Show u the way to blow, better than I tell you Word to my beeper and my cellu-lar [What?] Polo curls Diggin all the rapper's shit like they go-go girls [Chorus] WHO THE TIGHTEST? I rock with laryngitis Gold's good for Midas, but I want the highest So don't try me cause I be the bitch [I swear] I'll leave u twisted like a thug with blonde hair [Yeah] I blow up the spot like Dennis Scott Go forward, your chance of defeatin me is morbid Cuz I get you open like the comin of the Pope when I group shit tighter than a 3 piece suit http://lyricsdownload.com/rah-digga-tight-lyrics.html

It's Tek man niggaz can't tell me shit [Tek] I do what I do like I do for the hood Pop tools pop jewels burn backwoods Slay dj's who think they untouchable Renegade never been afraid MC's get it too The moral of the story is this I used to say get off but this time Suck my dick! I'm from BK home of Big and Aaliyah Watch how the pound of the four-fifth leave ya [Sean Price] I guess I'm back where I started Open up for Buckshot and just rappin retarded I hate the life that I'm livin I need it Don't believe me ask my wife and my children See I'm back on the street packin the heat Royalty checks equal to crack in the street Niggaz like fuck crack Ruck rap to the beat I'm aight I'll be back week listen From day one I had bad start To eat moms stole meat out the path mart I ain't playin I went from the prey to the street To blazin heat to blazin heat to haze in street Did a couple of months and came home Thought about what I did Did the same shit I ain't come back home Niggaz like "why you done that homes?" "I don't know,(shit..fuck)..I don't know" [Buckshot] The saga continues the motherfuckin drama continues Buck brought bomb to ya interview and blew the main topic Whats up with boot camp clik son? They ain't knockin they ain't hot in Ain't droppin the now topics But listen nigga this is how I pop shit I don't mean Moet corks when the poet talks Every line leave ya blind when the mind get lost Rhymes are enforced with action Cause everybody looking like Is they slackin, are they back in what's crackin? Nigga I'm hip hop like the backspinnen Never change the fact that I did back then [Steele] Way before this all began Back when I wasn't rappin I was scrappin for ends Stop crime started rhymin Knapsack and my tims Chart climbin yall kind can get a ghat to ya ribs There's a thin between what I rep and I live When you violate mine I'm getting back at you kid Don't let it get to the gun clappin and shit http://www.mp3lyrics.org/b/boot-camp-clik/and-so/

What u see is what u get now Xzibit never wait around for kick downs, get my own shit, blowe Shot heard around the world Uplift, bench press, arm curl, keep the structure of the temple To make things simple my existance is to ripple through time Only concern is what is mine, divine, never monkey shine walkin' down the very thin line, holdin' wait, runnin' crazy in the streets, yeah Plus the company I keep work in overtime while u oversleep don't wanna see none of this evil I speak Around on the atlas, cume la matra, the super actress You all get close-lined and pinned to the mattress All day, every day, every which way Who said to can't have your take, u need a tune (fuck you) This is a hard time on planet earth for what it's worth Xzibit stand station without reabilitation like this Pimps, players, hoes, hustlers, willes thugs, ballers, busters, gangstas, macks everyday, all day, shot callers, even high rollers keep it moving [Chorus]x2 What u see is what u get now The kinda style make the whole world go wow Bless the child like a hoe who's on flesh 'n bone and no matter where I roam I feel right at home And that's the real shit You got more than you bargained for Hit the floor I pull a fast one to let u know that today could be ur last one, black, take ur breath like an asthma attack Just a slave like Flava Flav, u're blind to the fact Mr. X to the Z the Liks and King T guranteed to bring the house down naturally Niggas knowin' no limits lime Master P makin' u motherfuckin' bastards see, what, a whole different breed of MC Realize it's u against me, catch a three-hundred and sixty degree roundhouse to the mouth right and like the sun, make the hot shit shine bright I feelin' like my whole life is a green light never turn red 'cause I strike like a rattle-snake, lock like a dread Niggas wanna bump heads but they better off dead Came crashin' through the door like the Feds, bring it http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/xzibit/whatuseeiswhatuget.html

[q-tip] Can i kick it? (yes, you can!) *7x* Well, i'm gone (go on then!) Can i kick it? to all the people who can quest like a tribe does Before this, did you really know what live was? Comprehend to the track, for it's why cuz Gettin measures on the tip of the vibers Rock and roll to the beat of the funk fuzz Wipe your feet really good on the rhythm rug If you feel the urge to freak, do the jitterbug Come and spread your arms if you really need a hug Afrocentric living is a big shrug A life filled with *horn* that's what i love A lower plateau is what we're above If you diss us, we won't even think of Will nipper the doggy give a big shove? This rhythm really fits like a snug glove Like a box of positives is a plus, love As the tribe flies high like a dove [phife dawg] Can i kick it? (yes, you can!) *7x* Well, i'm gone (go on then!) Can i kick it? to my tribe that flows in layers Right now, phife is a poem sayer At times, i'm a studio conveyor Mr. dinkins, would you please be my mayor? You'll be doing us a really big favor Boy this track really has a lot of flavor When it comes to rhythms, quest is your savior Follow us for the funky behavior Make a note on the rhythm we gave ya Feel free, drop your pants, check your ha-ir Do you like the garments that we wear? I instruct you to be the obeyer A rhythm recipe that you'll savor Doesn't matter if you're minor or major Yes, the tribe of the game, rhythm player As you inhale like a breath of fresh air

[GZA] Reunited, double LP, we're all excited Struck a match to the underground, industry ignited from metaphorical parables to fertilize the Earth Wicked niggaz come, try to burglarize the turf Scattin off soft-ass beats them niggaz rap happily Tragically, that style, deter-iate, rapidly Uncompleted missions, throwin ur best known compositions U couldn't add it up, if u mastered addition Where I come from, gettin visual is habitual De-mon-strate walkin on hot coal, in rituals I splash the paint on the wall, it formed the mural He took a look, saw the manifestation of it, was plural Rhymin while impaired, dart hit your garment Pierced ur internal, streamlined compartments Just consider the unparallel advantage Of a ODB that's impossible to manage [ODB] Bitch ass niggaz counterfeit the funk I smoke the bead and the skunk, tree top of the trunk Moonshine drunken monk, YaHEAD, get shrunk The touch of skunk, I be fuckin bitches by the chunk my name black, do words wanna play in my dirt? Bitch stop my momma serve, free lunch from the church I come like a thousand doves Bitch you quiet at the bus, makin the fuss, I gots tough love Unglove the news, watch a nigga transfuse Dirty add to the fuse, heavy at the booze I don't walk, I get carried Gold and platinum frisbees on my wall, lookin properly but come-ly, I U.F.O. you Wright Brothers The Indian that sold Manhattan to the white man my grandfather, step up and get knocked right the fuck out Come to the cook-out, Dirty bitch at the mouth You scared? Run around like a plane about to crash [RZA] Yo, yo, The Riddler, funny bone tickler, freak Caligula Bigger dick sex enigma pistol fertilize ur stigma Stinkbox, order from pink dot MC's get stuck on ink blots as I plug to the sinkbox Wu-Tang Incorp. take ur brain on spacewalk Talk strange like B-jork, great hero Jim Thorpe How can I put it? Life is like video footage Hard to edit, directors, that never understood it ... http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/wutangclan/reunited.html

*shotgun blast* *old school break beat, thugs chant "Bravehearts!" 7X* [Verse 1: Nas] Uh, uh, uh, now let's get it all in perspective For all y'all enjoyment, a song y'all can step wit' Y'all appointed me to bring rap justice But I ain't five-O, y'all know it's Nas yo Grey goose and a whole lotta hydro Only describe us as soldier survivors Stay laced in the best, well dressed with finesse In a white tee lookin for wifie Thug girl who fly and talks so nicely Put her in the coupe so she can feel the nice breeze We can drive thru the city no doubt, but don't say my car's topless Say the titties is out, newness here's the anthem Put your hand up that u shoot with, count ur loot wit' Push the pool stick in ur new crib, same hand that u hoop with Swing around like u stu-pid, king'a the town, yeah I been that U know I click-clack where u and ur men's at Do the Smurf, do the Wop, Baseball Bat Rooftop like we bringing '88 back [Chorus: Nas] They shootin'! -- Aw made u look U a slave to a page in my rhyme book Gettin' Big/"big" money, playboy ur time's up Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at? (x2) [Verse 2: Nas] This ain't rappin, this is Street-Hop Now get up off your ass like your seat's hot My live niggaz lit up the reefer Trunk'a the car we got the streetsweeper Don't start none, won't be none No reason for your mans to panic You don't wanna see no ambulances Knock a pimp's drink down in his pimp cup That's the way you get Timberland'd up Let the music diffuse all the tension Ball or convention, free admission Hustlers, dealers and killers'ca move swift Girls get close, you'ca feel where the tool's kept All my just-comin' homies, parolees Get money, leave the beef alone slowly Get out my face, you people so phoney Pull out my waist, the eagle fo-forty http://www.lyriczz.com/lyriczz.php?songid=6991

Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes x2 I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello..} [Ice Cube] The motherfuckin world is a ghetto Full of magazines, full clips, and heavy metal When the smoke settle Im just lookin for a big yellow in six inch stilletos Dr. Dre {Hello..} perculatin keep em waitin While u sittin here hatin, yo bitch is hyperventilatin Hopin that we penetratin, u gets natin cause I never been to Satan, for hardcore administratin Gangbang affiliatin; MC Renll have u wildin off a zone and a whole half a gallon {Get to dialin} 911 emergency {And u can tell em..} Its my son hes hurtin me {And hes a felon..} On parole for robbery Aint no coppin a plea, aint no stoppin a G Im in the 6 u got to hop in the 3, company monopoly u handle shit sloppily I drop a ki properly They call me the Don Dada Pop a collar, drop a dollar if u hear me u can holla Even rottweilers, follow, the Impala Wanna talk about this concrete? Nigga Im a scholar The incredible, hetero-sexual, credible Beg a hoe, let it go, dick aint edible Nigga aint federal, I plan shit while u hand picked motherfuckers givin up transcripts .. [Dr. Dre] Did I fall off? Got u in ur room rippin every "Chronic" poster on ur wall off Just cause I put away the sawed off Now I got u sittin back with a smirk listenin with ur arms crossed Questionin Dres credibility {What?} Wondering if its still in me to produce hits Yall be killin me As if I need to make mo - I got a mansion and six cars that are paid fo - suck my dick {Hello..} We came a long way from not givin a fuck Sellin tapes out of a trunk to movin this far up Now we got the whole world starstruck Made a million plus and still dont give a motherfuck Motherfucker Im Dre - I dont need ur respect I dont need to make another album bitch I dont gotta do shit I do it because I want to not to stay in the game Fuck the fame, Im still stayin the same, lil bitch {Hello..} www.seeklyrics.com/lyrics/Ice-Cube/Hello.html

[Intro] Smooth it out This is a story about the drifter Who waited through the worst for the best in crosstown Who never planned on havin' so dick Why me, huh? [Verse 1] Some get a little and some get none Some catch a bad one and some leave the job half done I was one who never had and always mad Never knew my dad, mother fuck the fag Where anywhere I did pick up, flipped the clip up Too many stick-ups, cause niggas had the trigger hic-ups I couldn't get a job, nappy hair was not allowed My mother couldn't afford us all, she had to throw me out I walked the strip, which is a clip, who wanna hit? They got em quick, I had to eat, this money's good as spent I threw in graves, I wasn't paid enough I kept em long cause I couldn't afford a haircut I got laughed at, I got chumped, I got dissed I got upset, I got a Tec and a banana clip Was down to throw the led to any tellin' crackhead I'm still livin broke, so a lot of good it would've did Or done, if not for bad luck, I would have none Why did I have to live a life of such a bad one Why when I was a kid and played out was a sad one And always wanted to live like just a fat one [Chorus] [Verse 2] A ghetto bastard, born next to the projects Livin in the slums with bums, I sit and watch them Why do I have to be like this? momma said I'm priceless So I am all worthless, starved, and it's just for being a nice kid Sometimes I wish I could afford a pistol then, though Last stop to hell, I would've ended things a while ago I ain't have jack but a black hat and napsack Four squad stolen in cars in a blackjack Drop that, and now u want me to rap and give? Say somethin positive? Well positive ain't where I lived I lived right around a corner from west hell Two blocks from south shit, it was in a jail cell ... [Outro] If u ain't ever been to the ghetto Don't ever come to the ghetto 'Cause u ain't understand the ghetto And stay the fuck out of the ghetto Why me? (alright) http://www.wowlyrics.com/read.php?wow=1448023

The weak or the strong, who got it goin on (x2) Relax and take notes, while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke Throw u in a choke - gun smoke(x2) Biggie Smalls for mayor, the rap slayer The hooker layer - motherfucker say ur prayers Hail Mary full of grace.. smack the bitch in the face take her Gucci bag and the North Face off her back, jab her if she act funny with the money oh u got me mistaken honey I dont wanna rape ya, I just want the paper The Visa, kapeesha? Im out like, "The Vapors" Whos the one u call Mr. Macho, the head honcho Swift fist like Camacho, I got so much style I should be down wit the Stylistics Make up to break up niggaz need to wake up Smell the indonesia; beat u to a seizure Then fuck ur moms, hit the skins til amnesia She dont remember shit! Just the two hits Her hittin the floor, and me hittin the clits Suckin on the tits! Had the hooker beggin for the dick And ur moms aint ugly love; my dick got rock quick I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown I was "Humpin Around" and "Jump-in Around" Jacked her then I asked her whos the man; she said, B-I-G Then I bust in her E-Y-E When I get dusted, I like to spread the blood like mustard Trust it, my hardcore rain leaves u rusted Move over Lucifer, Im more ruthless, huh Leave ur toothless, ull kibbitz, Ill flip it Tears dont affect me, I hit em with the tech G Disrespect me, my potency is deadly Im shootin babies, no ifs ands or maybes Hit mummy in the tummy if the hooker plays a dummy Slit the wrist of little sis After she sucked the dick, I stabbed her brother with the icepick because he wanted me to fuck him from the back but Smalls dont get down like that Got ur father hidin in a room; fucked him with the broom Slit him down the back and threw salt in the wound Who u think u're dealin with? Anybody step into my path is fuckin feelin it! Hardcore, I got it sucked like a pussy Stab ya til ure gushy, so please dont push.. me http://www.lyriczz.com/lyriczz.php?songid=7555

Well on ur marks and get set and cant forget to go incase u didn't know the flow if fat like Joe(like Joe) yo..u niggedy know that Im back man your wack man/I eat a nigga like I'm pacman I biggedy bring it/straight form the cella for reala packin more hits than Lou Pinella I swella/nigga in his eye if he tess me u dont impress me ey yo Books bring the rest G... Uhh..One time for yo mind Eh yo what up its.. the crew thats bringin ruckus no doubt we the ruffest dream team reign Supreme like a Cutlass get duckets the dough cant touch the flow it's me the Nigga wit G'z the B double O K-S on top that I'll bus ur caliber when I pop shit and rock shit like Metallica straight to the heart of them street fake niggas ur all up in my face/wanna sell my tape niggas so honey shake ur figures and show me whatcha got (Blow the spot)Das Efx wit the Real Hip Hop Chorus To the hiddip the hop it don't stop(don't stop) Das Efx wit the real hip hop(hip hop) To the hiddip the hop it don't quit(don't quit) Das Efx and we came to rip shit(rip shit) Eh okiedokie next nigga ta quote me I hope he got more miracles than Smokey wont be no discussion/strictly bumrushin head rushin like Gotti ur in my Dangerfield like Rodney so Howdy/let me introduce for my peeps straight from the sewer sayin true to the streets Well it's me crazy Drazy bringin up the rear I swear/we got to Hold It Down here yeah so there..let me crack a brew and kick my feet up turn the heat up and smiggedy smoke all the weed up kids I beat up/wit my style thats the newest my crew is/runnin more ruckus than Carl Lewis it's from the sewer now ya see me on tha top so stop and recognizt the niggas on ya block Chorus Yo Mc's is irrelevant and delicate to the texture and this style of mines is well defined like Webster aint a better nigga raw from the jaw jabber-jibber when I get Stone like Sharon from Sliver equppied ta/riggedy rip the microphone to shreds http://www.lyricsdepot.com/das-efx/real-hip-hop.html