Ombladon: Cheia De Sub Pres

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Lyrics: Cheia De Sub Pres
Hai spune ceva,aseaza-te pe canapea,
Hai bea ceva,
Aprinde-ti o tigara, pune-ti o cafea!
De ce nu vorbesti? Hai mai aproape,
Te impotrivesti? Pentru tot ce-ai facut sau n-ai facut, o sa-mi platesti!
Stai dreapta! Unde pleci? Sunt io, nu altu'.
Ti-am mai zis da-te dreacu, imi rupi inima-ti rup capu'!
Nu m-atinge, nu plange, si stii ceva?
Lacrimile tale nu mai au de mult efect asupra mea.
Dispari din fata mea, in pula mea,
Nu ma mai strange-n brate, esti penala ca o tarfa care vrea sa m-agate.
O fapta buna ai facut, nu m-ai lasat sa-mi iau pistol, ca-l descarcam in tine,
Nu ezitam sa te omor!
Nu vreau sa-ti mai vad fata dimineata,
Nu vreau cand beau, sa ma mai stresez cu telefoane c-ai toane,
Si vreau, s-o luam separat pe alte cai!
Dar te iubesc!
Sa-mi sugi pula, da-te-n mortii tai!

Refren x2:
Spui cuvinte mari, pe care nu le-ntelegi,
Inainte sa pleci, lasa-mi cheia sub pres,
Si-esti doar un vis urat, care s-a-ntins pe ani grei!
Ai stii si tu daca te-ai privi prin ochii mei.

Intoarce clepsidra, da timpul inapoi,
Nu voi mai sta in ploaia ta de vorbe, plin de noroi.
Am pus ca prostu' punct zilelor senine
Cand dintr-atatea zdrente, eu te-am ales tocmai pe tine!
Vorbele mele torc, dar ce-ai vrea? Sa te-alinte?
Tine-te bine ca de-acum inainte nu te mai lovesc cu cuvinte.
Nu-mi place sa te-aud, m-apuca spumele,
Nu-mi place nici macar sa-ti mai rostesc numele.
Ai intins de multe ori coarda de-a lungul timpului,
Acum e randu' meu si-am sa ti-o-ntind, da'-n juru' gatului!
Nu-ti mai manji fata cu lacrimi de iubire,
Nu-mi mai cere sa te iert, stii ca nu-mi sta-n fire!
Esti libera sa dispari,
De ce mai stai sa-mi respiri aeru'?
Am crezut atatia ani in tine ca fraieru...
Nu-mi trebuie sa-mi ceri sa fie ca pana ieri.
Nu-mi faci nici-un rau, nu?
De data asta te-nseli!

Refren x2:
Spui cuvinte mari, pe care nu le-ntelegi,
Inainte sa pleci, lasa-mi cheia sub pres,
Si-esti doar un vis urat, care s-a-ntins pe ani grei!
Ai stii si tu daca te-ai privi prin ochii mei.

Tags: Parazitii, rap, Hip Hop, Hip Hop Videos

Ombladon: Noapte Buna Bucuresti

Lyrics: Noapte buna Bucuresti
Tu nu vezi, daca inchizi ochii te pierzi
Totul se schimba-n jurul tau pana apuci sa te-asezi
Si vezi, ca prin viata asta doar o data treci
Deci pe unde mergi profita pana pleci (x2)

Oameni saraci ce-au incetat sa spere
Gropi in asfalt, blocuri intregi de garsoniere
Totu-i de un gri ciudat care te ineaca incet
Mai coloreaza decorul bagabontii din colt
In rest gratii la geam, bodegi jegoase si baruri
Tarfe jucate si pierdute la zaruri
Miroase-a saracie si foame in continuare
Pustanii isi baga-n vene bine-ascunsi dupa betoane
E un lux sa ai unde sa stai si-o stii
Multe familii sarace toarna copii ca prostii
Si continua goana dupa lei
Batrani pagani tarasc sticla de rom spurcat dupa ei
Ei sunt cei ce vor sa-ncerce, amarul sa inece
Timpul le trece, fireste , te lasa rece
Tramvaiele jegoase se retrag in noapte
Deci luminile s-au stins...Noapte Buna Bucuresti!

Refren (x2)

In colturi de blocuri: drogati, seringi, gunoaie
Copii jegosi, batrani uzati de timp, s-aprind lumini...bling-bling
Surprind copii cersind
Masini furate care se dau la preturi de nimic
E ca in ring, tre' sa stai in garda,
Garda-i gata sa te arda
E caz de targa daca te toarna cu iarba
E oarba justitia, e oarba politia,
E oarba orice privire ce nu vrea sa vada ca in graba
In Bucuresti totul dispare (Cum oare?)
Atentie la buzunare si la alarma din parcare
Blocurile murdare azi sunt singura scapare
Sa nu sfarsesti in strada calcat de altii in picioare
Sunt cartiere intregi din care nu mai poti sa iesi
Cand pleci esti in pula goala, cu banii luati si ochii reci
Deci, ai grija unde mergi, sa te feresti
Micul Paris s-a stins...Noapte Buna Bucuresti!

Refren (x4)

Tu nu vezi...
Tu nu vezi...

Tags: Parazitii, rap, Hip Hop, Hip Hop Videos

Ludacris feat. Pharrell: Money Maker

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Lyrics: Money Maker
[Hook:]
[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
I see you on my radar
Don't you act like you afraida
Shh...

[Ludacris:]
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey

[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
Don't worry about them haters
Keep your nose up in the air

[Ludacris:]
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey

[Verse 1:]
Shake shake shake your money maker
Like you were shaking it for some paper
Took your mama 9 months to make ya
Might as well shake what ya mama gave ya

You ... you looking good in them jeans
I bet you look even better with me in between
I keep my mind on my money, money on my mind
But yous a hell of a distraction when you shake your behind
I got * on my right side pouring some cups
My whole hood is to my left and they ain't giving a fuck

So feel free to get lose and get carried away
So by tomorrow you forgot what you was saying today
But don't forget about this feeling that I'm making you get
And all the calories you burn from me making you sweat
The mile high points you earn when we taking my jet
And how everywhere you turn I'll be making you wet..

[Hook:]
[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
I see you on my radar
Don't you act like you afraida
Shh...

[Ludacris:]
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey

[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
Don't worry about them haters
Keep your nose up in the air

[Ludacris:]
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey

[Verse 2:]
Switch, switch, switch it from right to left and..
Switch it till you running right out of breath and..
Take a break until you ready again and..
You can invite over as many friends as..
Ya want to, but I really want you
Just be thankful that Pharrell gave you something to bump to...HEYY
Luda...I'm at the top of my game
You want my hands from the bottom to top of your frame
And I...just wanna take a lil ride on your curves
And get erotic giving your body just what it deserves and..

Let me give you some swimming lessons on the penis
Backstroke, breaststroke, stroke of a genius...YUPP
Call me the renaissance man
Get up and I stay harder than a cinder block mannn....HEYY
I'm just a bedroom gangster
And I been meaning to tell ya that I really must thank ya when ya..

[Hook:]
[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
I see you on my radar
Don't you act like you afraida
Shh...

[Ludacris:]
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey

[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
Don't worry about them haters
Keep your nose up in the air

[Ludacris:]
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey

[Verse 3:]
Rock rock rock it and make it work girl
Please don't stop it until it hurt girl
You..you been looking a little tipsy
So if you could just shake it a little this way
See ima member of the BBC
The original bread winna of DTP
And you the center of attention thats distracting the squad
Cause everybody in the camp is like OH MY GODD..she could

[Hook:]
[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
I see you on my radar
Don't you act like you afraida
Shh...

[Ludacris:]
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey

[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
Don't worry about them haters
Keep your nose up in the air

[Ludacris:]
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey

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Ludacris: Act A Fool

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Lyrics: Act A Fool
[Intro]
DRAH! 2 Fast...
DRAH! 2 Furious...
I'M TOO FAST FOR Y'ALL MAYN!
DRAH! 2 Fast...
DRAH! 2 Furious...
OHH! I'M TOO FAST FOR Y'ALL MAYN!

[Chorus]
AHH, you just came home from doin a bid
Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Somebody broke in and cleaned out your crib
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Just bought a new pair and they scuffed your shoes
Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Now them cops tryna throw you in them county blues
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL

[Verse 1]
Talkin about gats, traps, cops and robbers
It's 9-1-1, PLEASE CALL THE DOCTOR
Evacuate the building and trick the pigs
Since everybody wanna piece, we gon split ya wigs
See some fools slipped up and over-stepped they boundaries
You about to catch a cold, STAY THE FUCK AROUND FROM ME
Ya peeps talkin 'bout what kinda shits he on
You disappear like "POOF, BITCH BE GONE"
You think twelve gon catch me, GIMMIE A BREAK
I'm super-charged with the hide-away license plate
It seems they wanna finger print me and gimmie some years
They'll only get one finger while I'm shifting gears
I got suede on my roof. wood grain on the dash
Sheep skin on the rug, +Golden Grain+ on the stash
Hydraulics all around so I shake the ride
We go FRONT, BACK AND SIDE TO SIDE, WHAT

[Chorus]
Some punk just tripped up and made you spill your drink
Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Now your car just stopped on a empty tank
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
If you got late bills and you lost your job
Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
If you about to get drunk and you ready to mob
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL

[Verse 2]
Let's take it to the streets cuz I'm ready to cruise
Just bought me and my cars all some brand new shoes
And the people just stare so I LOVE TO PARK IT
And I just put a computer in the glove compartment
With the petal to the floor, radar in the GRILLE
TV in the middle of my STEERING WHEEL
It's my car's birthday so we BLOWIN THEM CANDLES
More speakers in the trunk than my ride can handle
Got my name in the headrest, read it and weep
NOS tank in the back, camel hair on the seat
and when I pull up to the club, I get all the affection
Cuz the women love the paint and they can see their reflection
I'm about to take off, so F what ya heard
Because my side mirrors flap like a FUCKIN BIRD
And the fools, we gon CLOCK ONE and we'll POP ONE
Cuz my folk ridin shotgun with a shotgun

[Chorus]
You just got hustled for a wad of cash
Man whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Now your friends just smoked up your brand new stash
Say whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Now them gulls up the block still runnin they mouth
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
If anybody talk bad about the Dirty South
Tell me what I'M gon do? ACT A FOOL

[Verse 3]
I got my eyes wide shut and my trunk wide open
Did donuts last week and the streets still smoking
See, I'm off that anti-freeze and my car is TIPSY
Off the off ramp doin about a hundred and fifty
Rollin through East Point, on way to Ben Hill
Slide a five to the junkie to clean my windshield
Got the whole crew ridin and we startin SHIT
I even got a trailer hitch with the barbeque pit
Now all you wanna do is get drunk and pout
Plus your new name is Fire cuz we stomped you out
and yeah, we blow trees and bees, that's fantastic
So gulls hold ya weave while I'm weaving through traffic
I kicked to fifth gear and teared the road apart
You'll be like lil John Q and get a +Change of Heart+
It's one mission, two clips and some triple beams
I'M ABOUT TO BLOW THIS WHOLE SHIT UP TO SMITHEREENS

[Chorus]
The pot holes in the street just bentcha rims
Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
MAN, THAT AIN'T STICKY, THAT'S JUST STICKS AND STEMS
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Catch ya man with another bitch up in ya bed
Ladies whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
If the bottles all gone and your eyes are red
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL

[Outro]
2 Fast, 2 Furious...
2 Fast....ACT A FOOL
2 Fast, 2 Furious...
2 Fast....ACT A FOOL

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Ludacris feat. Mary J. Blige: Runaway Love (live at Grammy Awards)

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Lyrics: Runaway Love
[Verse 1 - Ludacris]
Now little lisa is only 9 years old
Shes tryin to figure out why the world is so cold
Why shes all all alone and they never met her family
Mamas always gone and she never met her daddy
Part of her is missin and nobody will listenin
Mama is on drugs gettin high up in the kitchen
Bringin home men at different hours of the night
Startin with laughs--usually endin in a fight
Sneak into her room while her mamas knocked out
Tryin to have his way and little lisa says 'ouch'
She tries to resist but then all he does is beat her
Tries to tell her mom but her mama don't believe her
Lisa is stuck up in the world on her own
Forced to think that hell is a place called home
Nothin else to do but some get some clothes and pack
She says shes bout to run away and never come back.

[Hook - Mary J. Blige]
Runaway love [x8]

[Verse 2 - Ludacris]
Little nicole is only 10 years old
Shes steady tryin to figure why the world is so cold
Why shes not pretty and nobody seems to like her
Alcoholic step dad always wanna strike her
Yells and abuses, leaves her with some bruises
Teachers ask questions she makin up excuses
Bleedin on the inside, cryin on the out
Its only one girl really knows what she about
Her name is lil stacy and they become friends
Promise that they always be tight til the end
Until one day lil stacy gets shot
A drive by bullet went stray up on her block
Now nicole stuck up in the world on her own
Forced to think that hell is a place called home
Nothin else to do but some get some clothes and pack
She says shes bout to run away and never come back.

[Hook - Mary J. Blige]
Runaway love [x8]

[Verse 3 - Ludacris]
Little erica is eleven years old
Shes steady tryin to figure why the world is so cold
So she pops x to get rid of all the pain
Cause shes havin sex with a boy whos sixteen
Emotions run deep and she thinks shes in love
So theres no protection hes usin no glove
Never thinkin bout the consequences of her actions
Livin for today and not tomorrows satisfaction
The days go by and her belly gets big
The father bails out he aint ready for a kid
Knowin her mama will blow it all outta proportion
Plus she lives poor so no money for abortion
Erica is stuck up in the world on her own
Forced to think that hell is a place called home
Nothin else to do but get her clothes and pack
She say shes about to run away and never come back.

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Ludacris feat. Sum 41: Get Back

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Lyrics: Get Back
[Intro]
Yea, special edition. rock and roll, it's ludacris. Yea.
It's Sum 41, baby! Here's another one.
Get back, it's another, it's another one

[Chorus]
(Yeek-Yeek Woop-Woop) Why you all in my ear?
Talkin' a whole bunch a shit that I ain't tryin to hear.
Get Back! Motherfucker You don't know me like that.
Get back! Motherfucker You don't know me like that!
(Yeek-Yeek Woop-Woop) I ain't playin' around..
Make one false move, I'll take you down.
Get back! Motherfucker You don't know me like that.
Get back! Motherfucker You don't know me like that!

[Verse 1]
So, so, come on, come on. DON'T get swung on, swung on.
It's the knick-knack-patty-whack still riding cadillacs.
Family off the streets, made my homies put the baggies back. (Whoo!)
Still snaggin' plaques (yep), still action-packed (yep), and dope..
i keep it flippin' like acrobats.
That's why I pack a mack, that'll crack a back, cause on my waist,
there's more heat than the shaq-attack!
But I ain't speakin' about ballin',
jus' thinkin' about brawlin' 'til y'all start ballin'.
We all in together now, birds of the feather now,
jus' bought a plane so we change in the weather now.
So put your brakes on, cats put your capes on,
and knock off your block, get dropped, and have your face blown.
Cause I'll prove it, scratch off the music,
like hey little stupid, don't make me looose it!

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I came (I came), I saw (I saw), I hit him right dead in the jaw (in the jaw). [x4]

See I caught him with a right hook, caught him with a jab,
caught him with an upper cut, kicked him in his ass.
Sent him on his way cause I ain't for that talk, and no trips to the county..
I ain't for that walk! We split like 2 pins at the end of a lane,
we'll knock out your spotlight and put end to your fame.
Put a DTP pendant at the end of yo' chain,
and put the booty of a swish at the end of a flaamme.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Hey, you want WHAT with me?! I'm gonna tell you one time, don't FUCK with me!
Get down! Beat his ass.. ain't got nothin' to lose, and i'm havin a bad day,
don't make me take it out on you! [x2]

Maann, cause I don't wanna do that.
I wanna have a good time and enjoy my Jack..
sit back and watch some women get drunk as hell,
so I can wake up in the morning with a story to tell.
I know it's been a little while since I've been out the house,
but now I'm here.. you wanna stand around runnin' yo' mouth?
I can't hear nothing you sayin' or spittin', so what's up?
Don't you see we in the club? man shut the fuck up!

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Come one! We in the red light district!
What! We in the red light district!
Sum 41! In the red light district!
Yes! And Ludacris! We in the red light district!
It's the rock and roll version! Red light district!
It's the red light district!
The red light district..
So here, get back.
It's the red light district.
I'll be done today..
It started a piece..
The red light district.
Lil' Fate, baby! What up!
Huh! It has to be cool, man.
All you have to do is mix it down.

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Ludacris: Southern Hospitality

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Lyrics: Southern Hospitality
Ah
Cadillac grills
Cadillac bills
Check out the oil
My Cadillac spills
Matter of fact
Candy Paint
Cadillac kills
So check out the hoes my Cadillac fills
20 inch wide
20 inch high
Hold on to my 20 inch ride
20 inch thighs make 20 inch eyes
Hoping for American 20 inch pies
Pretty ass clothes
Pretty ass toes
Oh how I love these pretty ass hoes
Pretty ass high class anything goes
Catch them in the club throwing pretty ass 'bows
Long John draws
Long John stalls
Any stank puss
Makes my long John Pause
Women on the cell making long John Calls
And if they like to juggle get long John’s balls

Chorus

All my players in the house that could ride the bar
And the balling ass niggas with the candy car
If you a pimp and you know you don’t love them hoes
Then when you get on the floor
(Nigga throw dem bows!)
All my women in the house if you chasing cash
And you got some big titties with a mathin ass
With your fly ass boots or your open toes
When you get on the floor
(Nigga hold them hoes)

Verse 2

Dirty south mind blown
Dirty south bread
Cat fish fired up dity south FED
Sleeping in a cockpick dirty south bed
Dirty south girls
Give me dirty south head
Hand me down flip flops
Hand me down socks
Hand me down drug dealers
Hand me down rocks
Hand me down a fiftty pack
Switch a sweet box
And goodfella rich nigga hand me down stocks
Mouth full of platinum
Mouth full of gold
40 glock cal
Keep your mouth on hold
Lie through your teeth
You could find your mouth cold
And rip out your tongue cause
What your mouth told
Sweat for the lemonade
Sweat for the tea
Sweat from the hot sauce
Sweat from the bleed
You could sweat from a burn in a third degree
And if you sweat in your sleep
Then you sweat from me

Chorus

All my players in the house that could ride the bar
And the balling ass niggars with the candy car
If you a pimp and you know you don’t love them hoes
Then when you get on the floor
(Niggar hold them hoes)
All my women in the house if you chasing cash
And you got some big titties with a batchin ass
With your fly ass boots or your open toes
When you get on the floor
(Niggar hold them hoes)

Verse 3

Hit by stars
Hit by cars
Drunk off the liquor
Getting hit by bars
Keep your gun close
Cause she hit by far
Hit by the neptunes
Hit by guitars
Afro picks
Afro chicks
I let my soul blow
From my afro dick
Grab it out the hat
Pulling afro tricks
Afro America
Afro thick
Overall country
Overall cheese
Overall Georgia
We overall clean
Southern hospitality
Or overall mean
Overall triple
Overall beans
Thugged out niggas
Wearing thugged out chains
Thugged out blocks
Playing thugged out games
All black tinted up
Thugged out range
BTP stay doing thugged out things

Chorus

All my players in the house that could ride the bar
And the balling ass niggas with the candy car
If you a pimp and you know you don’t love them hoes
Then when you get on the floor
(Niggar hold them hoes)
All my women in the house if you chasing cash
And you got some big titties with a batchin ass
With your fly ass boots or your open toes
When you get on the floor
(Niggar hold them hoes)
All my players in the house that could ride the bar
And the balling ass niggars with the candy car
If you a pimp and you know you don’t love them hoes
Then when you get on the floor
(Niggar hold them hoes)
All my women in the house if you chasing cash
And you got some big titties with a batchin ass
With your fly ass boots or your open toes
When you get on the floor
(Niggar hold them hoes)
All my players in the house that could ride the bar
And the balling ass niggars with the candy car
If you a pimp and you know you don’t love them hoes
Then when you get on the floor
(Niggar hold them hoes)
All my women in the house if you chasing cash
And you got some big titties with a batchin ass
With your fly ass boots or your open toes
When you get on the floor
(Niggar hold them hoes)
All my players in the house that could ride the bar
And the balling ass niggars with the candy car
If you a pimp and you know you don’t love them hoes
Then when you get on the floor
(Niggar hold them hoes)
All my women in the house if you chasing cash
And you got some big titties with a batchin ass
With your fly ass boots or your open toes
When you get on the floor
(Niggar hold them hoes)

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Ludacris feat. Mary J. Blige: Runaway Love

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Lyrics: Runaway Love
[Hook - Mary J. Blige]
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love

[Verse 1 - Ludacris]
Now little lisa is only 9 years old
Shes tryin to figure out why the world is so cold
Why shes all all alone and they never met her family
Mamas always gone and she never met her daddy
Part of her is missin and nobody will listenin
Mama is on drugs gettin high up in the kitchen
Bringin home men at different hours of the night
Startin with laughs--usually endin in a fight
Sneak into her room while her mamas knocked out
Tryin to have his way and little lisa says 'ouch'
She tries to resist but then all he does is beat her
Tries to tell her mom but her mama don't believe her
Lisa is stuck up in the world on her own
Forced to think that hell is a place called home
Nothin else to do but some get some clothes and pack
She says shes bout to run away and never come back.

[Hook - Mary J. Blige]
Runaway love [x8]

[Verse 2 - Ludacris]
Little nicole is only 10 years old
Shes steady tryin to figure why the world is so cold
Why shes not pretty and nobody seems to like her
Alcoholic step dad always wanna strike her
Yells and abuses, leaves her with some bruises
Teachers ask questions she makin up excuses
Bleedin on the inside, cryin on the out
Its only one girl really knows what she about
Her name is lil stacy and they become friends
Promise that they always be tight til the end
Until one day lil stacy gets shot
A drive by bullet went stray up on her block
Now nicole stuck up in the world on her own
Forced to think that hell is a place called home
Nothin else to do but some get some clothes and pack
She says shes bout to run away and never come back.

[Hook - Mary J. Blige]
Runaway love [x8]

[Verse 3 - Ludacris]
Little erica is eleven years old
Shes steady tryin to figure why the world is so cold
So she pops x to get rid of all the pain
Cause shes havin sex with a boy whos sixteen
Emotions run deep and she thinks shes in love
So theres no protection hes usin no glove
Never thinkin bout the consequences of her actions
Livin for today and not tomorrows satisfaction
The days go by and her belly gets big
The father bails out he aint ready for a kid
Knowin her mama will blow it all outta proportion
Plus she lives poor so no money for abortion
Erica is stuck up in the world on her own
Forced to think that hell is a place called home
Nothin else to do but get her clothes and pack
She say shes about to run away and never come back.

[Hook - Mary J. Blige]
Runaway love [repeats til end]

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Ludacris

Available videos:

1. Runaway Love (feat. Mary J. Blige)
2. Southern Hospitality
3. Get Back (feat. Sum 41)
4. Runaway Love (live with Mary j. Blige at Grammy Awards)
5. Act A Fool
6. Money Maker (feat. Pharrell)

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Christopher Bridges (born on September 11, 1977 in Chicago), better known as Ludacris, is a Grammy Award-winning rapper Born in Illinois, he moved to Atlanta where he eventually made a name for him first as a radio DJ, known as Chris Luva Luva and then as one of the most prominent Southern rappers. He is also the cousin of R&B singer Monica. He is CEO and founder of Disturbing Tha Peace Records, As of right now he and Nelly hold the record for most number one hits by a Hip Hop artist on the Billboard Hot 100. (Ludacris - Wikipedia)

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Jay-Z feat. Gotti, Frody & Niela: 20 Bag Shorty

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Lyrics: 20 Bag Shorty
[Jay-Z]
No more reasonable doubt im provin to be da illest mc somthing
Wrong wit ya
Motor skills cause yall aint movin me im who u see musically
When u want it
Done hot payin u to meanzlest infratillity stop i paint pictures
Beatufully but
Niggaz is near sighted dont worry about plageris it'll take em
Years to bite it
Which the greatest fears i dont write it it just appears outta
No where like da
Information contain by the phycic like it or not i pay dues and
Expect to be
Paid back why da fuck should i freestyle im gettin paid to rap i
Slang a track
Laid back almost till its a sin tell ya god somebody's doin a
Good job
Impersonatin him j-hova spittin game from da range rover what da
Fuck is yall
Doin in da third lane get over slow ya rode up i got it sewed up
Like a tella
Relatively easy like jerry hella cream is cherry vanilla got
Chicks in da telli
Belly up soundin like mayhelia tryna tell yall yall know da
Style burn da town
Down and change the locale im doin da same shit except its legit

Chorus:x2
Got a twenty cart shorty better play dat shit you owe me twenty
Baby better pay
Dat shit got twenty bag son better blaze dat shit they said i
Wasn't seeing
Twenty but i made dat shit

[Gotti]
Pimp gotti get da dues in them double down like them kids wit
Tips who tops
Down bricks who get money quick see me representin bomb city on
Da bill block
And mic before they get a mill i sold pills all night the illest
Outta life got
My mind on fate cause even im tour nigga still aint safe i keep
A tre eight on
My left smoke a l for stress countin dirt bag lex i be da x like
Malcom puff
For now dunn east side represent wit tons of guns u keep it real
Where u from
Cause where u at might put da dagger in yo back its like livin
Wit yo homey dat
Be on crack and fat my niggas know my styles phat like hoes in
Da l darodo my
Mine toatin fuck em duck em any thing but da main gun i dont
Trust em

Chorus:x2

Move wit da nigga huh frum man chilla burge shit word shit i
Slpurge big
Scrilla observe when you work spit bird shit killah not to be
Purterb with herb
Shit deala can make me feel yall foreal ya tock ticking bust a
Rapper bust a
Cap hustler stop flinching you fresh off the corner calling dog
Shit brog shit
Soon as you feel that sog shit you be like oh shit broke niggas
Resort the
Glass looking opposite the track ass whooping opposite the black
Class hooker
The fat ass fooker triple your cash criple your stash pass
Shooker the past
Aint never the last to teach lessons my peeps fucking up in the
Streets keep
Guessing my brew dont becomming a preach i be blessing lotta
Kids commmin out
Da wrong way like sea sections know da bro gone flow even if it
Cross shorts
Fuck weed cop coke cause da shit cost more but niggas say i
Floss to much but
When i take it off and such they say i lost my touch those
Bitches like the
Money i wear what its funny how they stare dumb bunnies with
They cunnin little
Glare shorty let me see the tail if its really that shittin she
Hit me with a
Felion a young pair kitten my boy hit that shit now every body
Splittin even
Holdin snow balls and i aint talkin bout mittens what i talkin
Bout mittens
Foreal snowballs

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Jay-Z: Hard Knock Life

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Lyrics: Hard Knock Life
Check the bassline out, uh-huh
Jigga (bounce wit it), uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh, yeahh
Let it bump though

["Annie" sample]
It's the hard knock life (uh-huh) for us
It's the hard knock life, for us!!
Steada Treated,we get tricked
Steada kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life!!

[Jay-Z]
From standin on the corners boppin
to drivin some of the hottest cars New York has ever seen
For droppin some of the hottest verses rap has ever heard
From the dope spot, with the smoke Glock
fleein the murder scene, you know me well
from nightmares of a lonely cell, my only hell
But since when y'all niggaz know me to fail? Fuck naw
Where all my niggaz with the rubber grips, bust shots
And if you with me mom I rub on your tits, and what-not
I'm from the school of the hard knocks, we must not
let outsiders violate our blocks, and my plot
let's stick up the world and split it fifty/fifty, uh-huh
Let's take the dough and stay real jiggy, uh-huh
And sip the Cris' and get pissy-pissy
Flow infinitely like the memory of my nigga Biggie, baby!
You know it's hell when I come through
The life and times of Shawn Carter
nigga Volume 2, y'all niggaz get ready

["Annie" sample]
It's the hard knock life, for us
It's the hard knock life, for us!!
Steada treated, we get tricked
Steada kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life!!

[Jay-Z]
I flow for those 'dro'ed out; all my niggaz
locked down in the ten by fo', controllin the house
We live in hard knocks, we don't take over we borrow blocks
Burn em down and you can have it back daddy, I'd rather that
I flow for chicks wishin, they ain't have to strip to pay tuition
I see you vision mama, I put my money on the longshots
All my ballers that's born to clock
No woman be on top whether I perform or not
I went from lukewarm to hot; sleepin on futons and cots
to King Size, dream machines, the green fives
I've seen pies let the thing between my eyes analyze life's ills
Then I put it down type braile
I'm tight grill with the phony, rappers y'all might feel we homies
I'm like still, y'all don't know me, shit!
I'm tight grill when my situation ain't improvin
I'm tryin to murder everything movin, feel me?!

["Annie" sample]
It's the hard knock life, for us
It's the hard knock life, for us!!
Steada treated,we get tricked
Steada kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life, for us
It's the hard knock life, for us!!
Steada treated , we get tricked
Steada kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life!!

[Jay-Z]
I don't KNOW how to sleep, I gotta eat, stay on my toes
Gotta a lot of beef, so logically, I prey on my foes
Hustling's still inside of me, and as far as progress
you'd be hard-pressed, to find another rapper hot as me
I gave you prophecy on my first joint, and y'all lamed out
Didn't really appreciate it, til the second one came out
So I stretched the game out, X'ed your name out
Put Jigga on top, and drop albums non-stop for ya, nigguh!

["Annie" sample]
It's the hard knock life, for us
It's the hard knock life, for us!!
Steada treated, we get tricked
Steada kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life, for us
It's the hard knock life, for us!!
Steada treated, we get tricked
Steada kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life!!
.. It's the hard knock life!!

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Jay-Z & Linkin Park Interview

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Jay-Z interview from 1997

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Jay-Z feat. Foxy Brown: Ain't No Nigga (live)

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Lyrics: Ain't No Nigga
[Jay-Z]
I keep it fresher than the next bitch
no need..for you to ever sweat the next bitch
..with speed, I make the best bitch see the exit..indeed,
you gotta know your thoroughly respected by me,
you get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver
you gotcha own '96 suh-in..the ride
and keep your ass tighter than Versace thats why
you gotta watch your friends you got to watch me
they conniving shit
the first chance to crack the bank
they try me, all they get is 50 cent franks
and papayas, from the village to the tele
time to kill it on your belly no question
I got more black chicks between my sheets than Essence
they say sex is a weapon, so when I shoot
mmet your death in less than 8 seconds
still poundin in my after life..
laugin my shit is tight
you who askin right...

[Chorus:]

Aint no nigga like the one I got
no one can fuck you betta
sleeps around but he gives me alot
keeps you in diamonds and leathers
friends 'ill tell me I should leave you alone
hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah ha
tell the freaks to find a man of there own
(man a they own, man a they own)

[Jay-Z]
Fresh to def in Moschino, coach bag
lookin half black and filipino fakin no jacks
got you a beeper to feel important
surrouding your feet in Joanie Dega's and Charles Jordan
I keep ya dove but love
you know these ho's be makin me weak
yall knows how it goes 'b and so I creep
Ive been sinnin since you been playin wit Barbie and Ken in
you can't change a players game in the 9th inning
the chrome rim spinning keeps em grinnin
so I run way the fuck up in em
and wrinkle the face like linnin
I play hard-eh till they say God..
he's keepin it real jigga stay hard
lawd don't even trip
I never slip, nigga what you dont see is whatcha get
weapons concealed what the fuck yall feel
when you nigga play sick we can all get ill
-whats the deal-

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]
Yo, aint no stoppin this, no lie
promise to stay monogamous, I try
but love you know these ho's be makin me weak
Y'all knows how it goes B so I stay deep

[Foxy Brown]
What up boo just keep me laced in the illa snakes
bank rolls and shit, back rubs in the french tubs
Mackin this bitch, wifee nigga
so when you flip that coke
remember them days you was dead broke
but now your style and I raised you
basically made you into a don
flippin weight..heroin and shit
you know my pussy is all that
thats why I get bagets 5 carats and all that
From Dolce Gabana to H Vendell I'm ringin bells
so who the playa, I still keep you in the illest gators
Tailor made so we can lay up in the shade reminiscin
on how I fuck the best a shit
specially when Im flippin Baileys
dont give a fuck about how you move with them other mamis
I push da Z, eating shrimp scampi with rocks larger than life
Fuck them Reebok broads, you made it known who your wife was
I got you frontin in Armani sweaters
before this rap shit
when you was in letters and bullshit berattas
and eek classes with mo in the glasses
shows in Cali wit all the flavor suede Bally's
now all your mens' up in your benz's
high post, I swear you be killin me
playin inside my pubic hairs
I never worry bout them other chicks
cuz you proved who was your wiz
when you was spinnin that bitch
I took a little when you was up north
your comisary stay pilin
how you livin large on the island
all them collects have me vex
but when you come home
knew I was comin off wit half of dem checks
now we on the rise
your diamond mami wit the slanted eyes
holdin this grip cocked the green and the shit
Fucks no, I see half the dough
Made you into a star, pushin hundred thousand dollar cars

[Chorus]

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Jay-Z feat. Babyface & Foxy Brown: Sunshine

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Lyrics: Sunshine
[Jay-Z]
What, tssh, y'all, what
Jigga, uhh uhh uhh, uh-huh
Pa-pa, uhh, pa-pa, uhh
The G, Roc-A-Fella y'all

Who be, in a Japanese restaurant, eating sushi
Drinking saki, it's me, and my mami with the doobie
Cutie, smellin like Tiaka, half-Phillipine thing
For now, let's call her Suki, got me this booty bangin
Properly, in Versace pants, cocky bow-legged stance
A thing of beauty, watch me, body crazy
Tits Firm like Nature, Foxy, Nas and AZ
Truly reason to bug the toolie and keep laced in jewelry watch me
Girlie tried to lure me and lock me you gotta get up early
Cause who's gettin played is not me
"Surely you jest," she said, "if you thought I was purely
out for the bucks you woulda bucked stuck and dropped me"
I said maturely, "You right
but better safe than sorry, but for the lovebirds
can move to the suburbs, I need to double check your story
To make sure that you one of a kind
And you deserve to be my Sunshine"

Chorus: Babyface (variations not listed except for first time)

Touch me with, a heart of gold (uh-huh)
I can't go a day without my sunshine (uh-huh) ahh-haaa (say what? uhh)
Touch me with, a smile that glows(yeah)
I can't go a day without my sunshine, sunshine (uhh, uhh, uhh)

[Jay-Z], (Foxy Brown)
A year gone, and she seein things most chicks only
hear in songs (uh-huh) keep in gear phenom
Lots of ice in the air, round the neck the charm (that's right)
Risked a four to life bid to keep that shit on her arm
Keep her impressed at all times, cats would love to creep (uh-huh)
just to say they crept with mine, slept with mine, she said

[Foxy Brown], (Jay-Z)
I ain't deaf nor blind, niggaz stressin
Hatin cause they less than mine, they wanna sex me
We chose each other, you actin like you chose me
They oppose you then, they oppose me
We could creep at a low speed, the gat in the hosiery
Double cross you they got to triple cross me
(I'm thinking that's the way it's supposed to be) Uh-huh
(One more thing:
If I ever go broke, would you hit the block for me?) Fo' sho'
(She replied, eyes open wide) Uhhhh
(Put that on everything?) I put that on my life
(Right)

Chorus

[Jay-Z], (Foxy Brown)
If I needed would you, give me your kidneys? (Uhh, uhh, fo' sho')
Catch a case you catch it with me? (Mmm, fo' sho')
Pawn your jewlery to come get me? (You better know)
Catch me with a chick, forgive me? (Uhh, now that, I don't know)
They spread rumors, will you defend me, tooth and nail? (Uh-huh)
They try to frame me, will you be there, till the truth prevail? (uhh)
(But would you be the same dude, when you blow the roof off sales
that you was, throwin rocks, at the Roof at 12, nigga?)
This is the truth I shell, till the loot gets frail
I put this on my nephews, from the smallest to the pale
Me and you ballin, from the heavens, or the hell
Won't let you hit the ground if I'm fallin myself
Now picture me leavin you in this cold world, rollin for delf
It's me and you in this old girl, we takin the belt
From the lows, to the highs, to the foes we shine
Just continue to be my Sunshine (uhhh)

Chorus 2X

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Stageside Presents: Jay-Z

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Jay-Z: Jigga What, Jigga Who

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Lyrics: Jigga What, Jigga Who
[Jay-Z]
Uh-huh uh-huh, gi-gi gi-geyeah
Roc-a-Fella y'all, uh-huh uh-huh, Jigga
Timbaland shit, nine-eight BEYOTCH
Say what, say what? Uh-huh uh-huh, follow me beotch

Nigga what, nigga who?
Nigga what, nigga who?
Switcha flow, getcha dough
Can't fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe
Switcha flow, getcha dough
Can't fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe

[Jay-Z] -- first four lines overlap the section above
Can't fuck with me
They ain't ready yet
Uh-huh uh-huh
Yeah, yeah
Motherfuckers wanna act loco, hit em wit, numerous
shots with the fo'-fo'
Faggots runnin to the Po-Po's, smoke em like cocoa
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes
Stop your bullshittin, glock with the full clip
Motherfuckers better duck when the fool spit
One shot could make a nigga do a full flip
See the nigga layin shocked when the bullet hit
And hey ma, how you, know niggaz wanna buy you
But see me I wanna _Fuck for Free_ like Akinyele
Take this ride 'til you feel it inside ya belly
If it's tight get the K-Y Jelly
All night get you wide up inside the telly
Side to side, til you say Jay-Z you're too much for me

Chorus: Jay-Z (with Amil-lion)

(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me
(Nigga who?) Recognize girl, Jay to the Z
*repeat 3X*
(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me
(Nigga who?) Recognize bitch, Jay to the motherfuckin Z

[Jay-Z]
Got a condo with nuttin' but condoms in it
The same place where the rhymes is invented
So all I do is rap and sex, imagine how I stroke
See how I was flowin on my last cassette?
Rapid-fire like I'm blastin a Tec, never jam though
Never get high, never run out of ammo
Niggaz hatin n shit cause I slayed your bitch
You know your favorite, I know it made you sick
And now you're, actin raw but you never had war
Don't know how to carry your hoe, wanna marry your hoe
Now she's mad at me, cause Your Majesty, just happened to be
A pimp with a tragedy
She wanted, us to end, cause I fucked her friend
She gave me one more chance and I fucked her again
I seen her tears as she busted in, I said, "Shit..
there's a draft, shut the door bitch and come on in!"

Chorus (with variation in last line)

[Jay-Z]
Gotta vendetta even though I been better
Left him in the cold with a thin sweater
Rap niggaz on Prozac get the bozack, niggaz threw
two at me I threw fo' back, hold that
Let the dough stack, way before Biggs had the gold Ac'
Dame had the Lex black
Motherfuckers wanna test that, stress that
And right where you're stressed at, where you rest at
I suggest that, niggaz invest, in a vest, when I come through
with the glock jet black, you niggaz step back
I'm the best at, you know I ain't no apprentice to this
Me and my niggaz we invented the shit
I came into the business with this, The Originator, none greater
Jaz-O finish this shit

[Big Jaz]
Better learn, Jaz don't relax, stat ever heard of me?
Worldwide Originator, say word to me
The population holla certainly, I burn a nigga
like a third degree, see me shine so bright
Nigga I'm my light, runnin, rulin' with rigor and vigor
Nobody bigger than me and my nigga Jigga
You fly-by-nights stop jerkin beef
Heavyweight's light work to me
For the time, in this motherfucker ain't nobody hurtin me
What? Cut a patient like surgery
Who the fuck got a VS, fuckin BM's on the road
when you had to be in bed at the PM
Need the info Jaz-O the CNN
forever touchin my work is beginnin you're endin
Nigga your style's no style my style's high style
C'mon, faggot nigga gotta take the gun home
The O-R-I-G-I-N-A-T-O-R (can't FUCK with it can ya?!)

Chorus (with variations)

[Amil-lion] * repeat to fade *
Switcha flow, getcha dough
Can't fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe
Switcha flow, getcha dough
Can't fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe

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Jay-Z feat. Lenny Kravitz: Guns And Roses

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Lyrics: Guns And Roses
Yeah it's magic
Uhh, Jay-Z and Lenny Kravitz
And it's a Heavy D product you bastards
Come on
Ha hey yo stop playin man
This is real serious
Ha (It's the rock) yeah yo

[Jay-Z]
Post Postatono, Hov' hangin with Bono
You too can live like Salvatore Ferragamo
And you too can cool out poolside after Delano
And you too flow like you was out of your mind yo
And who knew dude who loved apple pies from McDonalds
Would soon be the boss of the Big Apple, ya know
And who knew dude would play ball for the NBA
Would make a mistake on the who know it stayed still in the way
Who knew that would be his last shot, who drew up that play
They giveth and they taketh life is cool that way
But even a broken clock is right two times a day
You could have turned Guns into Roses like two times today
Now there's something you gotta say two times to Jay
I got my shades on waiting for the sun to shine my way
Got my boom box, suntan lotion waiting for action
Its safe when you play with skills, good luck could happen
Let's go

(C'mon) It's the Roc [repeat x4]
That's right

[Jay-Z]
It got to hot so I jumped off in this rap shit
You got it criss-crossed ain't no turning me backwards
Too many District Attorneys concerned with the actions
Of one individual he's criminally attached
I turned in all my rap chips I'm earning my bachelors
While dating all the models and actresses
I'm learning all the potholes in every single barrio
Trying not to mess up my axis kid
On the road to riches through trafficking
Through rappining whatever's happening
Roc-a-wear I'm the young black Ralph Lauren
Every time I get out they put me right back in
The Michael Corleone of the microphone
The Michelangelo of flow I paint pictures with poems
Have you ever known moss like a rolling stone
Case the Grim Reaper visits my home, nigga I'm gone c'mon

(C'mon) It's the Roc [x3]
(C'mon) That's right (C'mon)

[Lenny Kravitz: repeat x2]
Life is all about Guns and Roses
Bittersweet like friends and foes
Some get lucky and some get chosen
Just like life, Guns and Roses

[Jay-Z]
More Guns then Roses, foes is, visibly shook of the invisible book, let's go
Flowers need water to grow, it gotta rain
And in order to experience joy you need pain
Every time a baby is born, somebody slain
You know the saying, somebody's lose is another's gain
The sun comes out when the water goes down the drain
When the rainbow in the cloud comes out we do it again
Everything evens up, you just wait
Even a garbage can gets a steak
You ain't even a garbage can you have faith
But when it turns your way before it turns away
To turn that into something you gotta learn from Jay
You will get return in your investment if attention you pay let's go

(C'mon) It's the Roc [x3]
(C'mon) That's right (C'mon)

[Lenny Kravitz: repeat x2]
Life is all about Guns and Roses
Bittersweet like friends and foes
Some get lucky and some get chosen
Just like life, Guns and Roses

Life is all about Guns and Roses

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Jay-Z: The Streets Is Watching

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Lyrics: The Streets Is Watching
Uh huh uh huh uh
Gee gee geyeah
Baby watchin streets
Uh huh uh huh uh
You don't have to look
Uh huh uh
The streets is watching
Check it check
Uh huh uh check

Look if I shoot you I'm brainless
But if you shoot me then you're famous what's a n*gga to do?
When the streets is watching blocks keep clocking
Waiting for you to break make your first mistake
Can't ignore it that's the fastest way to get extorted
But my time is money, at twenty-five, I can't afford it
Beef is sorted like Godiva, chocolates
N*ggaz you bought it, I pull the slide back and cock it
Plan aborted, you and your mans get a pass
This rhyme, you're operating on f*ck time
Y'all n*ggaz ain't worth my shells, all y'all n*ggaz
tryin to do is hurt my sales, and stop trips to John McNale
The type to start a beef then, run to the cops
When I see you in the street got, one in the drop
Would I rather be on tour getting a, hundred a pop
Taking pictures with some b*tches, in front of the drop
The streets is watching

*chorus*
When the, streets is watching
Blocks keep clocking
Waiting for you to break, make your first mistake
Can't ignore it

Now it's hard not to kill n*ggaz
It's like a full time job not to kill n*ggaz, can't chill
the streets is watching you, when you froze your arms
N*ggaz wanna test you and your gun goes warm
Can't get caught with your feet up, gotta keep your heat up
Sweet n*ggaz running 'round swearing sh*t is sweeter
Once you're tagged lame the game is follow the leader
Everybody want a piece of your scrilla, so you gotta keep it realer
Kidnap n*ggaz wanna steal ya
Broke n*ggaz want no cash, they just wanna kill ya
for the name, n*ggaz don't know the rules
Disrespectin the game, want you to blow your cool
Force your hand, of course that man's plottin
Smarten up, the streets is watching, it's on

*chorus*

My street mentality flip bricks forever, know me and money
we like armed co-defendants, n*gga we stick together
Sh*t whatever for this cheddar ran my game into the ground
Hustle harder to see if indictment time came around
Now you can look up and down the streets and I can't be found
Put in twenty-four hour shifts but, that ain't me now
Got a face too easy to trace, n*ggaz mouths got slow leaks
Had to hide between my workers, couldn't play those streets
She got his face like Mercury you jerkin me? Hectic
Had to call upon my wolves to send, n*ggaz the message
I said this: 'Let's play fair and we can stay here
I'm trying to transform you Boyz II Men like daycare'
Hey there's money to be made and, n*ggaz got the picture
Stopped playing with my paper and, we got richer
Then hard times fell upon us, half of my staff
had warrants, the other half, in the casket lay dormant
I felt like life was cheating me, for the first time
in my life I was getting money but it was like my concious was eating me
Was this a lesson God teaching me? Was he saying that?
I'm playing the game straight from Hell from which few came back
like bad coke, pimp or die, was my mindframe bad
Was n*ggaz thinkin simplify was turning cocaine crack?
Ain't a whole lot of brain to that, just trying to maintain a stack
and knock a lot like two trains that's on the same track
'Fore I get my life together like the oars I bring back
In the bottom of the pot where no, water gets hot
Got my transporter take it 'cross the border then stop
Set up shop with a quarter of rock, here's the plan
For three straight weeks, n*ggaz slaughtered the block
But you know the game is 'lluted, f*cked up me and my dues
One drop can wipe a n*gga out, faster than the cops
and this unstable way of living just, had to stop
Half of my n*ggaz got time, we done real things
By ninety-four became the subject of half of y'all n*ggaz rhymes
Public apoligies to the families of those caught up in my street
But that's the life for us lost souls brought up in the streets
The life and times of a demonic mind, excited with crime
And the lavish luxuries that just excited my mind
I figured, 'Sh*t why risk myself I just write it in rhymes
And let you feel me, and if you don't like it then fine'
The mindstate, of a n*gga who boosted the crime rate
so high in one city they send National Guards to get me
Ya dig?

The streets

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Jay-Z feat. Blackstreet: The City Is Mine

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Lyrics: The City Is Mine
[Jay-Z]
Uh-uhh-uh, ge-ge-geyeah

[Chorus: Blackstreet]

You belong to the city (Uh-uhh-uh, what what)
You belong to the night (Uh-uhh-uh, ge-ge-geyeah)
In the river of darkness
He's a man of the night

[Verse One: Jay-Z]

Uhh, yeah
What the deal playboy, just rest your soul
I be holding it down yo still love the dough
Got these ladies on the cock now you know how we go
Got the whole world on lock down you know how we flow
Don't worry about Brooklyn I continue to flame
Therefore a world with amnesia won't forget your name
You held it down long enough, let me take those reigns
And just like your spirit the commision remains
Niggaz can cross the T's and, dots the I's
Now that I got too popular to cop them pies
I'm takin this rap shit serious, to my demise
Jay shit's like cake mix, watch me rise
Basics in the basement, waste it
Asking my dog for advice so when he can't say shit
my hatred is, fueled just give me a sign
And I let the world know that the city is mine, what?

[Chorus: Blackstreet]

You belong to the city (The city is mine, what-what-what)
You belong to the night (Ge-ge-geyeah, uh-uhh-uh, pa-pau)
In the river of darkness
He's a man of the night (The city is mine, that's right...)

[Verse Two: Jay-Z]

Y'all want to know how I flow just seek and you find
I'm like a brain in the voicebox, I speak my mind
About to redefine rap mami, either I'm
the illest nigga doing it or these niggaz is losin it
I read a article that said I was ruinin shit
But every time I look, I'm movin units in quick
So I'ma hit y'all, with these last two and split
and leave niggaz with nothing but my influences-es
Soon it's the Jigga, I ain't mad yeah, bite my shit
Sell half of what I sell because it's not quite my shit
I'm the type to buy a Roley and just ice my shit
on the spot, fuck comin back twice to shit
How real is that? My floss game, still intact
Boss game, you lame dudes can't feel that
Like the first dude to cop the 850 and 89
and drove it up to 55th, the city is mine, what?

[Chorus: Blackstreet]

You belong to the city (The city is mine)
You belong to the night (Yeah, uhh, the city is mine)
In the river of darkness (Pa-pa, feel me)
He's a man of the night (Yeah, yeah, bounce, bounce)

[Verse Three: Jay-Z]

I snatch your girl cause your arm ain't strong enough
Plus ya don't stay in the studio long enough
I make hits while y'all stay hatin and take bricks
Had it locked til I came in the club, Take 6
Got your chick cause you swore she was innocent
Got her a Chinese manicure hair done by Dominicans, all for what
So I could be in a dark corner, all in the butt
at the bar alchoholing her up
I represent the lifestyle of those who thirst cream
A buck fifty a shot, Louis the Thirteenth
Jay-Z, Roc-A-Fella yo, know the name
I ain't a player get it right, I'm controllin the game
From now until they blow holes in my frame
I'ma stand firm, holdin my aim, feel me?
I'm the focal, point like Biggie in his prime
on the low though - shhhhh, the city is mine!

[Chorus]

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Jay-Z: Minority Report

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Lyrics: Minority Report
People was poor before the hurricane came
But the down pour poured is like when Mary J. sang
Every day it rains, so every day the pain
But ignored them, and showed em the risk was to blame
For life is a chain, cause and effected
Niggas off the chain because they affected
It's a dirty game so whatever is effective
From weed to selling kane, gotta put that in effect
Wouldn't you loot, if you didn't have the loot?
Baby needed food and you stuck on the roof
Helicopter swooped down just to get a scoop
Through his telescopic lens but he didn't scoop you
The next five days, no help ensued
They called you a refugee because you seek refuge
The commander-in-chief just flew by
Did he stop? No, he had a couple seats
Just rude jet blue he’s not
Jet blue by the spot
What if he ran out of jet fuel and just dropped
hu,That woulda been something to watch
Helicopters doing fly-bys to take a couple of shots
Couple of portraits then ignored ‘em
He'd be just another bush surrounded by a couple orchids
Poor kids just ‘cause they were poor kids
Left ‘em on they porches same old story in New Orleans
Silly rappers, because we got a couple Porches
MTV stopped by to film our fortresses
We forget the unfortunate

Sure I ponied up a mill, but I didn't give my time
So in reality I didn't give a dime, or a damn
I just put my monies in the hands of the same people that left my people stranded
Nothin' but a bandit
Left them folks abandoned
Damn, that money that we gave was just a band-aid
Can’t say we better off than we was before
In synopsis this is my minority report
Can’t say we better off than we was before
In synopsis this is my minority report

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Jay-Z & Linkin Park feat. Paul McCartney: Encore/Numb/Yesterday

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Lyrics: Numb/Encore
Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind

Now can I get an encore, do you want more
Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy
So for one last time I need y'all to roar

Now what the hell are you waitin for
After me, there shall be no more
So for one last time, nigga make some noise

Get em Jay

Who you know fresher than Hov'? Riddle me that
The rest of y'all know where I'm lyrically at
Can't none of y'all mirror me back
Yeah hearin me rap is like hearin G. Rap in his prime
I'm, young H.O., rap's Grateful Dead
Back to take over the globe, now break bread
I'm in, Boeing jets, Global Express
Out the country but the blueberry still connect
On the low but the yacht got a triple deck
But when you Young, what the fuck you expect? Yep, yep
Grand openin, grand closin
God your man Hov' cracked the can open again
Who you gon' find doper than him with no pen
just draw off inspiration
Soon you gon' see you can't replace him
with cheap imitations for DESE GENERATIONS

Now can I get an encore, do you want more
Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy
So for one last time I need y'all to roar

Now what the hell are you waitin for
After me, there shall be no more
So for one last time, nigga make some noise

What the hell are you waiting for

[sighs] Look what you made me do, look what I made for you
Knew if I paid my dues, how will they pay you
When you first come in the game, they try to play you
Then you drop a couple of hits, look how they wave to you
From Marcy to Madison Square
To the only thing that matters in just a matter of years (yea)
As fate would have it, Jay's status appears
to be at an all-time high, perfect time to say goodbye
When I come back like Jordan, wearin the 4-5
It ain't to play games witchu
It's to aim at you, probably maim you
If I owe you I'm blowin you to smithereeens
Cocksucker take one for your team
And I need you to remember one thing (one thing)
I came, I saw, I conquered
From record sales, to sold out concerts
So muh'fucker if you want this encore
I need you to scream, 'til your lungs get sore

I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless lost under the surface
Don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
And every second I waste is more than I can take

I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I've become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you

I've become so numb
Can I get an encore, do you want more (more...)
I've become so numb
So for one last time I need y'all to roar
One last time I need y'all to roar

Lyrics: Yesterday
Yesterday,
All my troubles seemed so far away,
Now it looks as though they're here to stay,
Oh, I believe in yesterday.

Suddenly,
I'm not half the man I used to be,
There's a shadow hanging over me,
Oh, yesterday came suddenly.

Why she
Had to go I don't know, she wouldn't say.
I said,
Something wrong, now I long for yesterday.

Yesterday,
Love was such an easy game to play,
Now I need a place to hide away,
Oh, I believe in yesterday.

Why she
Had to go I don't know, she wouldn't say.
I said,
Something wrong, now I long for yesterday.

Yesterday,
Love was such an easy game to play,
Now I need a place to hide away,
Oh, I believe in yesterday.

Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm.

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Jay-Z with Linkin Park (studio time)

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Jay-Z: In My Lifetime (Remix)

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Lyrics: In My Lifetime (Remix)
[Jay-Z]
It's the thought of a ride that make my eyes wide, I'm caught up
I'm trying to make, all of my dreams materialize, so I sorta
say my goodbyes to the straight and narrow
I found a new route, you bout to see my life change
I make the means justify the ends, I make the cream
materialize keys to a Benz, and so I'm rollin
For now, holdin down the fort, who's controllin?
The ground's gotta blow em, yep, y'all shoulda told em
Uhh, my first felony's approachin, copped my first key
Took a freeze, now I'm frozen
I bought a black Mac, I'm outta control
Losin bankrolls on blackjack, you gotta know
it always crossed my mind that Feds be tappin the lines like Gregory Hines
Still on the phone discussin my biz like it could never be mines
I know the price, know the risk, know the wrongs, and the rights
Still my blood flows ice, it's just my life

Chorus:

What's the meaning, what's the meaning of life?
*scratched "In my lifetime"*
What's the meaning, what's the meaning of life?
*scratched "In my lifetime"*

[Jay-Z]
I'm like the bass with the ass, splashin cold cash
The Big Willie get you chilly when I pass, brrrrrr
Is it, just a mirage all these girls thankin God
Is this, world my world, am I the star of stars?
Baby pimped out, I'm gettin too large and smokin cigars
All chicks is hollerin bout chica, the whole city's buzzin
wasn't checkin for me a dozen or so, months ago
Now I'm all they know, I'm a person
Lettin the Cristal's breathe at the Barnacle Bar
Under my sleeve, vernacular, 50 G's
I'm talkin big cheese, you gotta be down to dig these, uhh
Give me a rush like you wouldn't believe, my head's about to bust
Acceleratin what drives me, hope I don't gotta die
to see, see I can't lie to me
I know the price, know the risk, know the wrongs and the rights
Still my blood flows ice, it's just my life

Chorus 2X

[Jay-Z]
Uhh, from the beginning see we never seen the ending
Running up in all the women, all the linen, all the jewels, huh
We sported Pele's, gold diamonds and Pirelli's
Sports cars, the good life'll give you a belly but that's cool
as I, zone in the Al Capone, watch me
cause the Medusa's head on Versace turned me to stone
Now my poems just ain't poems, they bloody, when I recite em
Bones get disconnected like the phones
Now, I'm a hardened criminal with game
Like the Garden, all my penpals life controlled by the warden
Still the drill makes me blind to the fact
I could do real time, I'm a prisoner, of my crimes
Know the price, know the risk, know the wrongs and the rights
Now I'm, incarcerate for my life

Chorus 5X to fade

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Jay-Z: Who You Wit

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Lyrics: Who You Wit
Uh-huh, yeah hah
Never sprung huh?
Jigga, Roc-a-Fella y'all
Never sprung huh?
Yeah, peep the repertoire
Peoples, feel me on this one
Peoples, feel this
Never sprung huh? Know my style

I love bitches, thug bitches, shy bitches
Rough bitches, don't matter you my bitches
Gold diggers witcha eyes on my riches
Can't Knock your Hustle for real, it's allright bitches
I'm game tight, see it all through the platinum french
braids with the french name in the same night
Pull you and your tight friend
lift your little dress like light wind, hah, then I slide right in
You know the whole repertoire, U.S. to the U-S-S-R
Sexier than a Lexus car
Match wits with the best of y'all the rest of y'all
is like veg-etables in my presence, check it
Reminescin to nuttin you ever heard, Iceberg
Slim baby ride rims through the suburbs
Funds come in lump sums never ends deferred
Get money like I'm down South Wednesday the 3rd, it's on

*chorus*

Dough to get, more shows to rip
I suggest you all roll with the click, who you wit
Frozen wrists and it's flows that's sick
More O's than you know exist, bitch who you wit

Can't scheme on em, Roc-a-Fella got a team on em
Chicks dream on him trick cream on him
Lose it when dudes think it's just music
Lean on em flash green on em and diamond rings on em
Sex around the way girls down to meet eyes
I'm somethin every girl gotta have like Levi's
Ya quita, me got more, see I ball
You can love me or hate me, either or
I'ma stay widdit, rock the custom drop Bentleys
Never eat at Denny's and party like Lil Penny
can he live? Trick or main chick but if she leave
just as quick, indian give, ha-hah
Now what I look like? Givin a chick half my trap
like she wrote half my raps, yeah, I'm havin that
you be the same chick when you leave me
the bankbook and the credit cards and take everything you came wit

*chorus*

You know the move's major, never minor
cause when you a true player, they never find ya
We takin trips abroad with chicks from afar
Down in the grill in the Villa gettin hilla
Never know em at the resort, readin to ride with us all
Checkin out this new wine, inhalin the cork
Million miles from the puddles the rainy days the tussles
Reign in ways to hustle, so we won't get caught
Had beef of all sort but I turned it around
Chose my steps more wisely, I'm learnin the ground
I was so gung-ho when I earned my first pound
Now it's million dollar deals, straight turnin em down
Roc-a-Fella make or break me, til death do us
Won't be in your right mind, you ever step to us
Been there, when I was in my tenth year, went there
Then I realized that it didn't make sense there
Backtrack, show me where the cash at, and plus
frivilous beef, please, we lookin past that
Y'all can gossip while we learnin the world
Drop the hot shit never returnin your girl, it's on

*chorus* (repeat 4X)

Beyatch!
Jigga, nine-seven shit, next millenia
Recognize, realize, it's on
Roc the block, ahh
Laughin, it's on

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