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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

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

See to live is to suffer but to survive well that's to find meaning in the suffering. [Chorus] Ay yo Im slippin Im fallin I cant get up (x2) -- I gots to get up Get back on my feet so I can tear shit up! I been through mad different phases like mazes to find my way & now I know that happy days are not far away If I'm strong enough Ill live long enough to see my kids doing something more constructive with they time than bids I know because I been there now Im in there sit back & look at what it took for me to get there First came the bullshit: the drama with my mama she got on some fly shit so I split and said that Ima be that seed that doesnt need much to succeed strapped with mad greed and a heart that doesnt bleed I'm ready for the world or at least I thought I was baggin niggas when I caught a buzz for thinking about how short I was Going too fast it wouldnt last but yo I couldnt tell group homes & institutions, prepare my ass for jail They put me in a situation forcin me to be a man when I was just learnin to stand without a helpin hand Damn, was it my fault, somethin I did to make a father leave his first kid at 7 doin my first bid? Back on the scene at 14 with a scheme to get more green than I'd ever seen in a dream and by all means I will be living high off the hog and I never gave a fuck about much but my dog That's my only mutha-fucka I had offered my last Just another little nigga headed nowhere fast [Chorus] That aint the half "uhh!" Shit gets worse as I get older actions become bolder heart got colder chip on my shoulder that I dared a nigga to touch didn't need a click cause I scared a nigga that much One deep with the pitch startin' shit for kicks catchin' vicks throwin' bricks gettin by bein' slick used to get high to get by used to have to (sounds like) "buff my hell" in the morning before I could fly I ate something a couple of forties made me hate somethin I did some coke now I'm ready to take somethin www.seeklyrics.com/lyrics/Dmx/Slippin.html

[Chorus] u are now in tune to the sounds of the legendary foundation Testin, yo, you go (Hey u listeners, stop what u're doin and set it in motion, it's the next movement x2 Yo, 1 2 1-2 1-2 That's how we usually start, 1ce again it's the Thought The Dalai Lama of the mic, the prime minister Thought This directed to whoever in listening range Yo the whole state of things in the world bout to change Black rain fallin from the sky look strange The ghetto is red hot, we steppin on flames Yo, it's inflation on the price for fame and it was all the same, but then the antidote came The Black Thought, ill syllablist, out the Fifth This heavyweight rap shit I'm about to lift LIKE, a phyllum lift up it's seed to sunlight I plug in the mic, draw like a gunfight I never use a cordless, or stand applaudless Sippin cholorophyll out of ill silver goblets I'm like a faucet, monopoly's the object There ain't no way to cut this tap, u got ta get wet ur head is throbbin and I ain't said shit yet The Roots crew, the next movement, c'mon! [Chorus] Word up, the formation of words to fit That's what I usually disturb u with A lot of rappers never heard of this, or know half the time it is u doubt the Illa-Fifth, what could u accomplish? Whether they skywriting ur name, or u anonymous u be speechless, with stinging sinuses The Roots royal highnesses through ur monitors I tilt my crown, then blow down a diamond kiss u need to buy a CD and stop rewindin this I'm the finalist, shinin like a rugged amethyst And at ur music conference, I'm the panelist Listen close to my poetry, I examine this like an analyst, to see if u can handle this Check it out u got the groove, MCs freeze, stand still, nobody move unless u dealin with The Next Movement The P-Phi-D we be the mon-u-ment I live my life nice, but I'm not too bent u theatrical as a Broadway play, this ain't Rent One 100%, straight out the Basement Spreadin this across a planet on some next shit How many people feelin this love music? C'mon

*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

[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

[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