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...yeah - AHHHHHHHH! Take that.. [P. Diddy] Welcome to New York motherfuckers where we don't play And out of towners get got like everyday And a gangsta's a gangsta in every way Sittin on twenty-two's, that's what long money do Now the Don's on it, Diddy shine on it Tell Flex to run it back and drop a bomb on it Sunday we layin low in Halo, sippin Cris' and we straight Monday we go to Bungalo Eight Tuesday I'm in spa drunk doin the shake And for the rest of the week we just follow the freaks You can spot us out of town by the way that we walk The way that we talk, cocky the state of New York Hot now, top down at the Rucker game New coupe, no roof, playa what's my name? Now Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan, Staten Uptown, what now?! Let's make it happen [P. Diddy Talkin] New York motherfuckers! If you can make it here, you can make it anywhere We still here!! And we buildin four more new towers!!! FUCKERS! [Murphy Lee] Who say St. Louis ain't hip-hop? Dirty we hop to what's hip I'm a lunatic with too much grip to let her slip I'm so St. Louis, ask my tatooist I was like "The Waterboy," now they sayin, "YOU CAN DO IT!" I'm Baby Huey, one of the best in the Louis Sip Louie smoke louie, dressed in Louis Home of back porches, Chucks and Air Forces Old school cars be trailblazin like Portland The girls are the best like Travis with fat asses I call 'em gimme girls they always tell me I can have it All got habits, marijuana ecstatic Buy two cats and coats with automatics St. Louis is the +Truth+ like +Sojourner+ Don't need a burna we learn from Ike Turner I tried to told ya don't cross that bridge Without permission from them St. Lunatics [Jermaine Dupri] Yo-yo-yo-yo Ladies and gentlemen, we got the big Snoop Do

...in my hood got one That clown nigga's through, blazin at his crew daily The 'Bridge touched me up severely hear me? So when I rhyme it's sincerely yours Be lightin L's sippin Coors, on all floors in project halls Contemplatin war niggaz I was cool with before We used to score together, Uptown coppin the raw But uhh, a thug changes, and love changes and best friends become strangers, word up [Chorus: first from "New York State of Mind", then "Halftime" (repeat 4X)] "Y'all know my steelo" -> [Nas] "There ain't an army that could strike back" -> [Nas] [Nas] Thug niggaz Yo, to them thug niggaz gettin it on in the world you know? To them niggaz that's locked down doin they thing survivin yaknowmsayin? To my thorough niggaz, New York and world wide Yo to the Queensbridge Militia 9-6 shit.. The Firm clique, Illmatic nigga It Was Written though It's been a long time comin Y'all fake niggaz, tryin to copy better come with the real though Fake ass niggaz yo.. (They throw us slugs we throwin em back, what?) Bring the shit man, live man (Fuck that son) Nine-six shit.. ~ sHAKURApROD ~

...tell some friends That everyone will have a jam, jam session Ooh, yeah Comin' out Ribbit Very nice style Ram it Oh...oh... Reggae night Oh...oh... Reggae night Oh...oh... Keep on rockin' down Oh...oh... Reggae night Oh...oh... Reggae night Reggae night We come together when the feeling's right, mmm, hmm, oh, oh Reggae night And we'll be jamming till the morning light, mmm, hmm, oh, oh

Shiny happy people laughing Meet me in the crowd People people Throw your love around Love me love me Take it into town Happy happy Put it in the ground Where the flowers grow Gold and silver...

...bounce (bounce) Take it outside, nigga fuck fallin back Killers run up in the club, ballin with a bigger stack [Chorus] - 2X [Young Buck] Two step with me, let me show you how it goes The Murci鬡go, lemme show you how it rolls I got a Bentley that I only drove one time 50 bought it for me shorty but it's still mine My Chevy clean and the paint look like lemon-lime You wanna shine, it ain't hard, just get on your grind We keep a bankroll, wallet full of credit cards Cup full of Cristal, box full of cigars Dirty South tatted on my back, I'm country She said she like the way I talk, these hoes love me Club goin crazy, we throwin out stacks G-Unit South yeah, tell the DJ bring it back See I'm A-Town stompin in a A-Town hat But I'm reppin Tennessee, like my homey Project Pat It ain't 'bout where you from homeboy it's where you at Scrappy beat me on the dice, yeah it's cool I'll be back Cause I got

Testo: Cause it's a bitter sweet symphony this life... Trying to make ends meet, you're a slave to the money then you die. I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down.....

Le clip des jacksons can you feel it très connu Lachez vos commentaires The Jacksons Triumph Can You Feel It can you feel it,can you feel it,can you feel it! if you look around the whole world'...

Ready or not, Here I come, You can't hide Gonna find you, and take it slowly Ready or not, Here I come, You can't hide Gonna find you, and make you want me Now that I escape sleep walk away...

...my hood got one That clown nigga's through, blazin at his crew daily The 'Bridge touched me up severely hear me? So when I rhyme it's sincerely yours Be lightin L's sippin Coors, on all floors in project halls Contemplatin war niggaz I was cool with before We used to score together, Uptown coppin the raw But uhh, a thug changes, and love changes and best friends become strangers, word up [Chorus: first from "New York State of Mind", then "Halftime" (repeat 4X)] "Y'all know my steelo" -> [Nas] "There ain't an army that could strike back" -> [Nas] [Nas] Thug niggaz Yo, to them thug niggaz gettin it on in the world you know? To them niggaz that's locked down doin they thing survivin yaknowmsayin? To my thorough niggaz, New York and world wide Yo to the Queensbridge Militia 9-6 shit.. The Firm clique, Illmatic nigga It Was Written though It's been a long time comin Y'all fake niggaz, tryin to copy better come with the real though Fake ass niggaz yo.. (They throw us slugs we throwin em back, what?) Bring the shit man, live man (Fuck that son) Nine-six shit..

...little shoppahora, Take you to the Caribbean down the Carabanna, Sail the Mediterranean and enjoy the water, (yo) When the road is rocky, you keepin' me stocky, Takin' care of niggas till i'm right, When you check on your Papi. When you're right baby hug me with all your might, And put it on a nigga cause you know that it's on tonight, Break up to make up you know that we gonna fight, And if you rhymin together lets do this, Yo you right. [Lumidee] Never ever wanna let you go, Tell me what you're feeling cause I want to know, If you're around you know I'm down, I'll be that girl that keeps you around, I'm only here, just because, It feels good say enough keep you right, Believe your love. I'd never thought you'd be the one, Make me shine brighter than the sun, There ain't no ups and downs, No in and outs your here right now. If you want

...in my hood got one That clown nigga's through, blazin at his crew daily The 'Bridge touched me up severely hear me? So when I rhyme it's sincerely yours Be lightin L's sippin Coors, on all floors in project halls Contemplatin war niggaz I was cool with before We used to score together, Uptown coppin the raw But uhh, a thug changes, and love changes and best friends become strangers, word up Chorus: first from "New York State of Mind", then "Halftime" (repeat 4X) "Y'all know my steelo" -> Nas "There ain't an army that could strike back" -> Nas [Nas] Thug niggaz Yo, to them thug niggaz gettin it on in the world you know? To them niggaz that's locked down doin they thing survivin yaknowmsayin? To my thorough niggaz, New York and world wide Yo to the Queensbridge Militia 9-6 shit.. The Firm clique, Illmatic nigga It Was Written though It's been a long time comin Y'all fake niggaz, tryin to copy better come with the real though Fake ass niggaz yo.. (They throw us slugs we throwin em back, what?) Bring the shit man, live man (Fuck that son) Nine-six shit..

ntro: Nas (Lauryn Hill singing in the background) Life..... I wonder.... Will it take me under......