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The Game Feat. Lil Wayne - My Life (Dirty)
The Game Feat. Lil Wayne - My Life (Dirty)Lyrics [The Game] Punk ass mothafucka, get your ass up What chu was goin do? kill me in my sleep you bitch ass nigga? Tupac, Biggie! shut the fuck up! f**king dogs barking and shit [Punk Ass Motherfucker] Dont shoot! Dont shoot! [gun shot] [The Game] Fuck You Nigga DJ'S THE ONLY FLY NIGGA! [Chorus: Lil Wayne] And Im grindin til Im tired They say "You aint grindin til you tired" So Im grindin with my eyes wide Looking to find A way Through the day A light For the night Dear Lord, youve done took so many of my people but Im just wonderin why You havent taken (my life? x3) Like what the hell am I (doing right? x3) (My Life) [x3] [Verse 1: The Game] Take me away from the hood like a state penitentiary Take me away from the hood in the casket or a Bentley Take me away Like I overdosed on cocaine Or take me away like a bullet from Kurt Cobain Suicide (Suicide..suicide..) I'm from a Windy City, like "Do or Die" From a block close to where Biggie was crucified That was Brooklyn's Jesus Shot for no fuckin' reason And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces? (My Life) [x3] 'Cause that's Jesus people And The Game, he's the equal Hated on so much, "The Passion of Christ" need a sequel Yeah, like Roc-a-fella needed Sigel Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle (My Life) [x3] I need some meditation, so I can leave my people They askin' Why?" Why did John Lennon leave The Beatles? And why every hood nigga feed off evil? Answer my question before this bullet leave this Desert Eagle [Chorus: Lil Wayne] And Im grindin til Im tired They say "You aint grindin til you tired" So Im grindin with my eyes wide Looking to find A way [ Find more Lyrics at www.mp3lyrics.org/yvgy ] Through the day A light For the night Dear Lord, youve done took so many of my people but Im just wonderin why You havent taken (my life?) [x3] Like what the hell am I (doing right?) [x3] (My Life)...
Lil Wayne - Do My Thang [Ft Juelz Santana] [Lyrics]
![Lil Wayne - Do My Thang [Ft Juelz Santana] [Lyrics]](http://img.youtube.com/vi/dM1oYndITWY/3.jpg)
Request by donthatetheboss lyrics.. [Lil Wayne:] Well alright I can't feel my face I'm goin first And my grill is I'll Ice bright white like jalil Did I do dat? throwin up signs Like I'm little frat ingle street patch See me when u wanna~ find me I'm da owner Yellow diamonds lookin like a fridge full of corona's; Own ya's u see through like cubic seconya's And me I keep it funky like pubic aroma Hit em' wit da glock Put em' in a colma Now wat dat boy got? um, glicoma {haha} My weed is stronger, I smell great I'm like promethsine I'm in da smell race And my watch reminds me of 88 Dats because I got crack rocks in da watch face Bitches stick 2 me like scotch tape Plenty colors in da chain nigga xxxx bape Yea, xxxxx I'm cold like up-state So icy like a mutha xxxxxx cupcake Ya, thesse hoes feel my functuay And wanna eat me alive I'm like an entre' [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Everytime I do it, I do my thang, do my thang, my mutha xxxxxx thang and everytime I do it, I do my thing, does my mutha xxxxxx thing ya diggz [x2] [Juelz Santana:] Santana bandana on tilt Back seat wit da heat, I'm warmer than a quilt They lookin at me like they drink spoiled milk Money tall jack and jill like dey sittin on a hill Ice on da neck of me; ice on da wrist of me Ice in both hands xxxxx I'm lit like a christmas tree Different color stones u can call it a mystery Big dookie roke u woulda thought they was linchin me Chain on top of chain man I look like mr. t I bitty da fool da day he try 2 get wit me Fresh prince, got banks like hilary And I hit ducks wit da hickory dickory Make da gurls run fast like benny hill Rims go round and round u can call dem my farris wheel Pockets full of bank rolls money lon as train smoke Money come faster than da nigga xxxxxx j-lo I don't play games I shoot it up like halo Got more paper than ya jobs got payroll Still I'm ghetto like no frils, I clean da dirt out my nails with 100 dolla bills cuz [Chorus x2] Ya diggz'!
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15 - Three 6 Mafia - Body Parts 3 (Feat. Hypnotize Camp Posse)
Lyrics to Body Parts 3 : (feat. HCP) [DJ Paul] Crunchy Blac, Boogie Mane, Frayser Boy, Lil Wyte, Chrome, Granddaddy Souf, Juicy J, Project Pat, DJ Paul the King of Memphis Cock 'em up [Hook] Kill 'em and rob 'em and beat 'em and dump all these body parts into my trunk [DJ Paul] Hypnotized Minds! HCP! Hypnotized Camp Posse! We finna do this for all you thievin ass wanna be us ass niggaz out there! Stealin motherfucker! Take ya fake asses on nigga keep it real nigga Make this money like we makin it nigga! Throw it down! [Crunchy Blac] Ain't never been a motherfuckin bitch Hypnotized here just to get that grip Yall niggaz talk cuz ya talk like a bitch Yall niggaz walk cuz ya walk like a bitch Now aint that some shit ya hatin on this click You gon make a nigga get up wit cha bitch Split yo wig oh yes I did I told you you don't want it with a Hard Hitta kid! [Boogie Mane] I done warned the glock spot to spot hit the locks Hit a nigga for his stash spot Took the rock nigga was got that was the plot dodge the cops they labeled it another closing shop Open it up for closin it up I don't give a fuck On a daily basis I be postin it up Smokin it up choppin it to match it wit dub Give us a club Six mane tearin it up [Frayser Boy] These niggaz misleaded I'mma throw the first blow Leave a nigga shirt soaked playin get cha merked ho Chop it yeah I hope folk money what I work fo Paul & Juicy sent me gotta put cha in the dirt bro Comin wit the pistols is easy we can get you guys Frayser Boy Bizzle or Beezy its the Hypnotize HCP them my folks weed got my eyes low If you know what I know run that shit to my doe [Lil Wyte] We back motherfucker we smack motherfuckers If you step in our way killaz attack motherfucker But yall know yall done heard all that befo Yall done seen the Fo-fos and folks kick in ya doe You done seen the gauge pump bout to see a Chevy trunk Lights out next to the Mississippi River plumped up Tape hog tied wrong place wrong time Hypnotized Minds trick...
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14 - Three 6 Mafia - Don't Cha Get Mad (Feat. Lil' Flip)
Lyrics to Don't Cha Get Mad : (feat. Lil Flip, Mr. Bigg) [DJ Paul] You know we gotta do one for all these niggaz out here sideline hatin y'knowhatI'msayin... don't get mad cause a nigga straight up out the paint shop or car wash or the car lot or whatnot... feelin mean on the scene wit a pocket full of green y'knowhatI'msayin... and any one of y'all hoes think a nigga gon give 'em somethin I can't give ya shit but this dick in ya muthafuckin mouth and ya muthafuckin hole and you gotta reach me somethin for that ho cause I ain't for free bitch.. pay whatcha muthafuckin weigh [Crunchy Blac] I pull up clean in my black fuckin truck Rims still spinnin so you know I'm cuttin up I'm ridin down the street bumpin nothin but us I spotted me a freak she was bout to catch a buzz I asked her whats her name baby it could be love But you know ya boy don't fuck wit nothin but sluts The ones that make money and stack them bucks A bank for that cap and a bank for that butt SLUT! [Juicy J] Nigga I'll tell yo gal she can suck on this big ol' dick And won't be fucked up bout it if she pay her rent to a pimp And in the public's eyes she can be legit be my bitch At the shake junt she gotta work a trick get the grip Never no back talkin cause I call her jack backhand slap She come up short wit money baby then I snap wit a strap She gotta let these hoes know who the shit runnin this And you just might have to throw some blows take a hit wit the fist [Chorus][DJ Paul & Mr. Bigg] x2 Don't cha get mad when I swerve and I twist Ridin ridin down yo block I got my charm out the window Don't cha get mad when I swerve and I twist I ain't braggin on myself but I deserve this miss [DJ Paul] I'm swervin I'm twistin from side to side I got that iron right on my side Them 20-inch vogues wit the yellow stripes A 'rillo rolled up wit some of that light The 360 turn on the fold down screens Turn it all the way around and watch it from the front seat The knock in the back got the trunk on rattle...
09 - Three 6 Mafia - Side 2 Side
Lyrics to Side 2 Side : [DJ Paul] Yeah... This a dance song for all my niggaz in the club that don't dance... Just be in the back arms folded... Blunt in the mouth... Cap pulled down just scopin everythang KnowhatI'msayin? Just in da cut... Watchin you haters With a tone on em... [Chorus][DJ Paul] I'm in the club posted up (up) got my arms folded Blunt in my mouth and these haters I'm scopin I'm just Twistin my body from side 2 side (I'm just) Twistin my body from side 2 side I'm in the club posted up (up) got my arms folded Fitted pulled down and these haters I'm scopin I'm just Twistin my body from side 2 side (I'm just) Twistin my body from side 2 side [DJ Paul] See ho I don't dance (dance) In the city where I'm from I wear the pants (wear the pants) These bitches think they cool (cool) I got the dick so I make the rules (make the rules) I got a big ol cock (big ol cock) I love a bitch with a big ol glock (big ol glock) She love suckin up cum (cum) I think I'mma give her some (some) These niggaz in here think I'm a ho (I'm a ho) Cuz I'm quiet and ain't on the dance flo (dance flo) But if one of 'em try me (try me) I'mma be the new ink in his diary (diary) I bet my click thicker than his (his) We gon leave him on the floor in tears (tears) Plus I got a big tone (tone) Y'all suckaz betta leave me alone (leave me alone) [Chorus][DJ Paul] [Crunchy Blac] I'm in the club I'm posted up A nigga talk shit so talk up If you a thug then get buck Muthafucka it's whatever with me cuzz I act a fool I act a clown See I can dance lil buddy I get down You hear my music you know my style You hear the way Hypnotize put it down BITCH! [Juicy J] I thought you knew I was the mane (mane) D-boy off the chain (chain) Gon walk up to a girl tell a bitch I'm Rick James (James) Wit the diamonds in my rang (rang) and gold point fangs (fangs) And you know I'm hood rich means I got a lil change (change) Wit my thugs from the North cause I know they got my back Lookin for some chickens...
Defying Gravity from Wicked the musical
I sang this song before, but I FOUND MY VIDEO CAMERA CHARGER! So I deleted that one so I could do a better one. It was a little easier this time beside that "glock" lol. Do be nice this song it hard to sing, and I'd sang two songs before it so I was a little hoarse. ENJOY!
The Game Where I'm From + Anything You Ask For
tHE gAME wHERE iM fROM plus aNYTHING yOU aSK fOR (me rapping INTRO:) Lyrics: "Game - Anything You Ask For" Huh, niggaz think they got the game sewed, yeah right I'm air tight, fresh in them Air Nikes If the Navy outside, I might be there Black hoodie, black 9, black wifey airs Rock guns like Caddy trunks, keep a spare You see the lump under the Iceberg fleece and gear And when the beef cook, I'ma put the piece to your head And if you see a white truck that mean yo' sheets is dead Then I'm goin' goin', back back To the block to dump the bucket and jump in the drop Niggaz know I'm good with the glock, they call me Chick Hearns 'Cause if the game on knot, I'm callin the shots I'll wear a shiny suit for a minute like I'm The LOX Then get gangster with a swap meet bag and a Jordan box And when I die, bury me with the glock and a bucket of shells In case niggaz want drama in hell Yeah, so when Compton niggaz and Fillmoe niggaz get together Shit happens mayne, real talk from ya nigga Fig' Doin' it big and don't wanna split yo' wig I'll give you anything you ask fo', money over bitches Tell me what'chu blast fo', f**k around with snitches What you had to smash fo', niggaz tried to play me man Anything you ask fo', all about this Bay game Anything you ask fo', representin' Bay game I'll give you anything you ask fo', money over bitches Tell me what'chu blast fo', f**k around with snitches What you had to smash fo', niggaz tried to play me man Anything you ask fo', all about this Bay game Anything you ask fo', representin' Bay game I be the boy with the most cabbage, pluck strings like I'm Lenny Kravitz I'm in the streets where they goin' savage One, two, we dance on the rooftop Let the Coupe ghost ride then we come to two stops Figga eight'n by the corner sto' Niggarali from killer Cali you gotta let 'em know Yeahh, ya hit me on my Sidekick Inventory pilin' up, niggaz tryin' to buy shit They got me diggin in my files Pro Tools, ADAT tapes and big sounds...
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I'm Human, Lil Kim, Queen Bee, Queen Lizzy make hits for y'all
I'm Human, Lil Kim, Queen Bee, Queen Lizzy make hits for y'all Ha! Ha! A queen is not a queen, because she is felt But a queen is a queen, because failure has not stopped her Take it from me, the queen of all queens WOMEN, are taking over for the new millennium Oww! What the hell do you want from me? I'm just tryin to be all that I can be I'm a god damn legacy Thanks to B.I.G. and Puff Daddy The first lady runs the world now They impeached the president from his residence No one drops bombs til I say so One-two, one-two-three GO! [1] - I'm human, you're human So they said but inside we're all animals I'm human, you're human So they said but inside we're all animals How dare you accuse me and my family Fucking clones, LEAVE US ALONE! Me and Puff is like Janet and Mike You make us wanna "Scream," know what I mean? Yeah, yeah; I know y'all rather see us dead No more platinum plaques certified lead We got too many chips for y'all Queen Bee, Queen Bee make hits for y'all Take a breath, inhale, exhale till there's no more left In the name of the father, son, and daughter Here comes the new world order! You can't stop it Mother Earth this my universe When worse comes to worse (Uh-huh) I call the shots (Uh-huh), stack all the lots (Uh-huh) Pack all the glocks, take the safety off lock FIRE! [Repeat 1] La, la, la (sing!) Can I jingle it baby? Go ahead baby Can I jingle it baby? Go ahead baby HMM Take it out let me sit on it If you can't make it wet just spit on it Ah don't stop till it rise to the top Promise you won't drop till the cherry go *POP* And if it doesn't fit then use your lips Oh here it comes, what's my name? QUEEN BITCH [Repeat 1] La, la, la, la [Repeat 1 till end] To be rich and famous, as a rock star, you must accept Queen Elizabeths offer of Occult Synthesized Consciousness. She is a Reptilian Devil, as Mick Jagger calls her, Octobriana, her picture is on his arm in, Sympathy for the Devil. She is on Billy Idols arm, also. These poets are all...
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