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hommage à ZYED ET BOUNA ( clichy 93 )

  • Durée: 4:48
  • Notation: 4.85 (74 votes)
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  • Publié par: mokles19

Thématique: 75019  booba  emeute  francais  french  hip  hop  iam  lafouine  mafiak1fry  MARSEILLE  PARIS  rap  rnb  rohff  sarkosy  secret  story 

avec la participation de KERY JAMES,OgB,I AM,DIAMS...ETC http://kamelancien75.skyblog.com/ N'oubliez pas d'acheter l'album , les bénéfices seront reversés aux famillles. Clip de la chanson extraite de l'album "morts pour rien" (association ADM) en hommage à Bouna et Zied décédés le 27 octobre 2005 dans une centrale EDF à Clichy sous bois. Sortie de l'album le 16 janvier 2007 http://kamelancien75.skyblog.com/ rap fr rap francais rap us rap americain rock rnb zouk varieté hardrock techno jazz

Yukmouth Ft. T-Pain - 44

  • Durée: 2:55
  • Notation: 4.95 (22 votes)
  • Visites: 14764' favoriteCount='45
  • Publié par: liltam93

Thématique: 44  feat  feat.  featuring  ft  ft.  hip-hop  lyrics  pain  pop  r&b  rap  rock  t-pain  tpain  yukmouth 

Song Title: 44 Artist: Yukmouth Ft. T-Pain Album: Single Year: 2008 Genre: Hip-Hop =============================== Lyrics: (Rio) God damn! Make it rain on these ho's Shorty ass, drop it like a 6-4 (6-4) You want some more money you can get more (get more) Baby won't you tell why the hit for (hit for) I'm a treat that ass like a po po (po po) Here we go Lock... load... bust... spray (ah hah) Lock... load... bust... spray (ah hah) Lock... load... bust... spray Shorty tell me why the hit for (hit for) Yeah shorty drop that ass like a 6-4 And if she want some more money she could get more The Louis bag full of cash, what they hittin' for I'm about to throw it in the sky watch it hit the floor Now get low, get low, get your dough girl You must got the green light 'cause you go girl I make it rain and watch you swing around the pole girl Then I'm a treat that ass like the po po girl (that's classy) Unload girl (go) Girl, shake what your momma gave ya The boss player make 'em drop it like a hot potato Yeah, I make 'em drop it like a hot potato I'm poppin' rubberbands man 'cause I got the paper Poppin' bottles like I shot the game, win the layup Sexual eruption, Ma the ho's want to lay ya (the power) Calico bussin', let the po po spray ya 'Cause little mamma got the bomb like Al Qaida Shorty ass, drop it like a 6-4 (6-4) You want some more money you can get more (get more) Baby won't you tell why the hit for (hit for) I'm a treat that ass like a po po (po po) Here we go Lock... load... bust... spray (ah hah) Lock... load... bust... spray (ah hah) Lock... load... bust... spray Shorty tell me why the hit for (hit for) (Yeah, yeah) Shorty put it on me, she got that whipper pill I gave her 50 bills, now that's the TIP drill Like DJ Drama, 5000 one's Soon as the money gone another 5000 comes And I don't count the one's, I just throw the stacks Like a quarterback, then mommy throw it back Bust it wide open, mommy throw it back I'm about to cock the .44 and unload the gat Woah, woah, slow down baby We in the VIP it could go down baby And what it's sittin' for, I throw the dough down baby Then I'm treat that ass like a full pound baby Lock... load... bust... spray (bddah) Me up in your mouth is like eatin' a payday (hah) We'll keep it on the low like free at AJ (shhh) We could make a sex tape like Kim and Ray-J (ay, ay) Shorty ass, drop it like a 6-4 (6-4) You want some more money you can get more (get more) Baby won't you tell why the hit for (hit for) I'm a treat that ass like a po po (po po) Here we go Lock... load... bust... spray (ah hah) Lock... load... bust... spray (ah hah) Lock... load... bust... spray Shorty tell me why the hit for (hit for) Thanks To: DJ LilTam

Outlawz - Real Talk (Lyrics)

  • Durée: 3:50
  • Notation: 4.93 (1041 votes)
  • Visites: 470661' favoriteCount='3270
  • Publié par: Rzaa19

Thématique: E.D.I  fatal  hussein  kadafi  kastro  komani  mussolini  napoleon  noble  Outlawz  Rap  Real  Talk  Tupac  westside  yaki  young 

My account (BONEYY) got deleted so here it is once again.. the OUTLAWZ http://bonesnapper.hyves.nl/ \/ LYRICS Now you dun heard a lot of talk about me and my niggaz Them outlaw world-wide my figures. From triumph to tragedy, To right back on top the niggaz still mad at me. For pushin that big truck on 24's a square feat in ATL game lockjaw Man dats what my nigga got shot for, bein to motha fuckin wrong for dis footballs. See the darkness see the light he wanna feel it Misery loves company, And that's the real shit But in 2005 im on some ill shit Four niggaz sneak upon my and peel this. 'Im takin the stand, with mac at hand Born killa, like them niggaz in pakistan It's simple, gotta git em fore' i die like the old west see how we low tex da ride. (Chorus) I know mama, you did your best at raisin' me. Now your baby dun became a G. When i'm out in them streets the only one that got me is me. I keep my hand upon my heat. Cause you know mama, you didn't raise no bitch so if a nigga wanna get at me I be out in them streets, my thang cocked Cause really all I got in the end of the day is me Real talk. Everyday is a new challenge I'm a savage in a new balance A lot of rappers but not enough raw talent Blame the machine but fuck it i'm a hustla bitch So we start our own label sellin' bricks lajit Power to the people A lot of power in my pencil We da hope for the hopeless The voice for the voiceless Outlaw soldiers, we still in the game Years later less members fuckin feelin the same. Straight from the heart makin em walk Live for the day dont wait for tomorrow Hatas gettin they wrong I seen tha streets rap Rounda tough with some niggaz i seen prison put religion in the rough of some niggaz. They say gansgtaz dont live that long Too many turn coat Thats fucked up puttin cuffs on your folks Coincidental the outlawz instrumental And raisin a thug nation we influential (Chorus) I know mama, you did your best at raisin' me. Now your baby dun became a G. When i'm out in them streets the only one that got me is me. I keep my hand upon my heat. Cause you know mama, you didn't raise no bitch so if a nigga wanna get at me I be out in them streets, my thang cocked Cause really all I got in the end of the day is me Real talk. Yea, My mother aint made no sucka Raised in the gutta I'm a made mutha fucka. All I know is get paid motha fucka All day motha fucka One way or anotha And aint no body no where that can stop me Call me cachy you tennis im hockey Mix a little bit of Pac and Yaki with black rocky in my pocks you got me. Real tall I never took a shall unless it was support Im stressin aint my thought And I walk these dogs im a soldier dontcha wanna be like me when you grow up? A man of honor commer Good calma Niggaz wants drama I got the problem solva Big ass Cig, Thats that shit plus the bully that a fully automatic. (Chorus) I know mama, you did your best at raisin' me. Now your baby dun became a G. When i'm out in them streets the only one that got me is me. I keep my hand upon my heat. Cause you know mama, you didn't raise no bitch so if a nigga wanna get at me I be out in them streets, my thang cocked Cause really all I got in the end of the day is me Real talk.

50 Cent - Heat

  • Durée: 3:50
  • Notation: 4.78 (69 votes)
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  • Publié par: little1995

Thématique: and  bow  chronic  clean  cock  detox  die  dirty  doctor  dr  dre  eminem  ep  fucker  gangster  hip-hop  lied  lil  lp  me  motion  movie  nas  off  picture  piss  quarter  rap  shady  slim  snoopy  t.o.s  tony  unit  violence  wayne  word  wow  yayo 

Track 7 on the album Get Rich or Die Tryin'. LYRICS: (GUNSHOTS) [Chorus: 50 Cent] If there's beef, cock it and dump it, the drama really means nothin To me I'll ride by and blow ya brains out (brains out) There's no time to cock it, no way you can stop it When niggas run up on you wit them thangs out (thangs out) I do what I gotta do I don't care I if get caught The DA can play this motherfuckin tape in court I'll kill you - I ain't playin, hear what I'm sayin, homie I ain't playin Catch you slippin, I'ma kill you - I ain't playin, hear what I'm sayin, homie I ain't playin [50 Cent] Keep thinkin I'm candy till ya fuckin skull get popped And ya brain jump out the top like Jack-in-da-box In the hood summer time is the killing season It's hot out this bitch that's a good 'nuff reason I've seen gangsta's get religious when they start bleedin Sayin "Lord, Jesus Help Me" cause they ass leakin When they window roll down and that A.K. come out You can squeeze ya lil handgun until you run out And you can run for ya back-up But them machine gun shells gone tear ya back up God's on ya side, shit I'm aight wit that We reload them clips and come right back It's a fact homie, you go against me ya fucked I get the drop, if you can duck, ya luckier then Lady Luck Look nigga, don't think you safe cause you moved out the hood Cuz ya momma still around dog, and daddy ain't good If you was smart you'd be shook of me Cuz I'd get tired of lookin for ya, spray ya momma crib, and let ya ass look for me (Chorus) [50 Cent] My heart bleeds for you nigga, I can't wait to get to you Behind that twinkle in ya eyes, I can see the bitch in you Nigga you know the streets talk So they'll be no white flags and no peace talks I got my back against the wind, I'm down to ride till the sun burn out If I die today, I'm happy how my life turned out See the shootouts that I've been in I'm by myself Locked up I was in a box by myself I done made myself a millionaire by myself Now, shit changed motherfucker I can hire some help I done heard about the 50 grand you put in the hood But ya shooter fin'nin to get get shot it won't do 'em no good With a pistol I define the definition of pain If you survive ya bones'll still fuckin hurt when it rain Oh you a pro at playin battleship well this ain't the same Lil homie this is a whole different type of war game See the losers and up in shackles of motherfuckin chains Or laid out in the streets leakin out they brains (Chorus) [50 Cent] After the fist fights it's gunfire boy you get the best of me (best of me) If you don't wanna get shot I suggest you don't go testin me (testin me) All the wrong I've done the Lord still keep on blessin me (blessin me) Fin'nin to run rap cuz Dr. Dre got the recipe (the recipe, recipe) Yeah, uh ha, aye Dre You got me feelin real bulletproof up in this motherfucker Cuz my windows on my motherfuckin Benz is bulletproof nigga Cuz my motherfuckin vest is bulletproof nigga Cuz my motherfuckin hat is bulletproof nigga But the Doc said if I get hit I might get a fuckin concussion Better that then a hole in the head right nigga, heh heh ha ha

LIl Wayne-The Rapper Eater (with Lyrics)

  • Durée: 4:37
  • Notation: 4.74 (178 votes)
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  • Publié par: sourplants

Thématique: 9mm  and  beats  brisco  feed  ft.  hood  in  lil  me  or  Rap  rappers  the  wayne 

Feed me rappers or feed me beats Tool on deck, why would I lie Nigga you a pussy hope you got nine lives I could hit a nigga with the nine nine times Country ass boy country like leanne rhymes Mississippi d banner, and lilweezyana Everybody got tools so you will need a hammer I'm a pill poppin animal, syrup sippin nigga I'm so high you could'nt reach me with a fuckin antenna You're fuckin with his man, you could be his man dinner The nine gimme brains but the ak add liver Your rapper is the same flowin like a bad river Make yo ass quiver like you naked at winter Hollygrove hancho, hardtime giver I'm a shark in the water you just long john silver I got a girl you wanna meet her? Her name is nine millimeter Feed me rappers or feed me beats Uptown new orleans like always Cash money boys shine like ballheads Big bezzel make my watch look like a hog head But all I do is smoke trees call me log head I'm butter on the bread like parkay And I am all about me like do re I'm in the hood, in the hood like dope yay Nappy ass hair like buckwheat otay Hollygrove, Eagle street be my damn hood Or you can get murdered for free like canned goods I got 12 barber rolls that glow Lam hood I could bring kentucky derby to the damn hood Sunshine diamonds, call me tanned goods And now I let it blow, like a bad wood I call brisco, I'm on southbeach thirty minutes later Opelacka is where I be Feed me rappers or feed me beats Man I'm so hollygrove Stand strong in the water like a commador Black holes in your white tee, dominos Me n brisco cash money carnivores Hehe, I am new orleans like carnival And in the hood call me weezy the honorable These other rappers so ironical, And if I ain't in the mansion then I'm up in the phantom oh Yea, you know it, listen up man, dj cinema, cinematic, Whatever you wanna call him, I need you to spin this thang crazy Spin this when I tell you not to, talkin about 8 in the mornin, To 8 in the mornin, ya feel me, yea, can fox holla at cha boy Feed me rappers or feed me beats I feel ya now, new rappers today act like singers, r&b singers, Ya ain't, ain't gona do that I got a situation, subject, I need a Beat, producers

Obie Trice ft. Eminem - Lady

  • Durée: 4:42
  • Notation: 4.81 (498 votes)
  • Visites: 320487' favoriteCount='1270
  • Publié par: IntoYourSkin

Thématique: Eminem  Hey  Lady  Music  Obie  Rap  Trice 

[Hook - Eminem (singing)] Hey lady, hey darlin', hey baby I'm sorry but I can't be your boyfriend If you toy with my motherfuckin' emotions I'll kill you Bitch I'm fuckin' For real I'll make you suffer like I suffered If you fuck me then I'll make you fall in love [in the background of the hook] Hey lady, hey lady I don't think you really wanna be my girl (be my girl, be my girl, be my girl) Fuckin' with me can be dangerous (dangerous, dangerous) You never know what I really (be like, be like) (be like, be like, I'm your type) (And might even get a little bit crazy) [Obie Trice] Baby I'm extra large (huge) in magnitude And Magnums to lubrication that I use To chose which hole on a ho I abuse (yes) Have 'em confused, can't tell who is who When I fuck the shit out you, then the next date (bitch) I rush the shit out you off my two-way (ooh wait) You wanna cuddle, emotional hustle up on Pocono's Poke ya nose in and outta Obie's own No, I'm in and out your home And this in and out your tone I ain't the nigga that settles 'em down Put 'em in nice homes and floss 'em around (nah) I bounce 'em around Camcord the sex and sell 'em around town How that sound? If I was in love witcha, now you wanna clown Fuck with them clowns until I pound on your crown Bust a few rounds and the cops come and get me Bad mouth a nigga just to convince a jury You don't want it with me, you just horny as me You want a nut, nuttin' but what is you be [Eminem] I'm internationally known baby but actually There are few people who know how I am naturally All you know is that I can act irrationally When you shove a puppet up in my face on national TV So they label me this crazed loony rap bully But truthfully that ain't the truth And if you believe in that shit Then you'll believe anything's true And you're too stupid to ever get to know me personally But personally that actually works for me Cuz the last thing that I need's a string attached to me I'ma bachelor bitch and I ain't in no fast fury To run out and find a new Mrs. Mathers Cuz see, technically me and Kim ain't back fully But we do still make booty calls occasionally But be damned if I end up back in that pad And we end up back at that god damn tavern And havin' another déjà vu, we seein' security Pass my pussy around like it's Ja Rule's jewelry I got news for you bitch, your news curfew's early You ain't home by 2:30 [gunshot] [Hook - Eminem (singing)] Hey lady, hey darlin', hey baby I'm sorry but I can't be your boyfriend If you toy with my motherfuckin' emotions I'll kill you Bitch I'm fuckin' For real I'll make you suffer like I suffered If you fuck me then I'll make you fall in love [in the background of the hook] Hey lady, hey lady I don't think you really wanna be my girl (be my girl, be my girl, be my girl) Fuckin' with me can be dangerous (dangerous, dangerous) You never know what I really (be like, be like) (be like, be like, I'm your type) (And might even get a little bit crazy) [Obie Trice] See you lookin' at the life, you lookin' at the lights (lights) You lookin' at the ice (ice) you ain't lookin' at the Trice (right) You should look at some advice when I see he ain't nice (nope) Despite the fact you think you the feisty type O love to fight (uh) I love the drama (yeah) Love when my bitch get to cussin' out Yolanda (fuck you bitch) Find the Obie condom on the counter Swingin' her weave, can't breathe like I can't believe Least I ain't deceieve and try to mislead And sell a dream just to get you on my team I came clean to keep down the beef Keep down my reach, you can keep all your teeth [Eminem] What we do under the covers should stay between the covers And the two of us and we ain't gotta be news coverage On the front page cover of "Buzz's New Lovers" And this is when the bitch get to showin' the true colors Cuz the truth of it, everything that I do's public And you'd love it if you could run and tell all your friends Guess who you just screwed, as soon as me and you've done it And save the used rubber to show 'em the proof of it But I guess it's do unto others as you'd have 'em do unto you But you better be careful of who you're doin' it to Cuz you never know when the shoe Could end up on the other foot and it backfires on you Cuz you think you want it then you want me, then you get me Then you got me and you're fucked cuz you'll be stuck with me For the rest of your life cuz if I get attached to you We'll be joined at the hip, I'll be so latched to you You'll be walkin' out the house and I'll run up and tackle you Chain your ass up to the bed and shackle you You don't think you're leavin' this house in that, do you? Not till I brand my name in your ass and tattoo you And have you walkin' out this bitch in turtleneck sweaters Scarves and full leathers in 90 degree weather Front on me? Never Cuz we gonna be together forever Right bitch? [gun cock] Right bitch? [gun cock, shot] [Hook - Eminem (singing)] Hey lady, hey darlin', hey baby I'm sorry but I can't be your boyfriend If you toy with my motherfuckin' emotions I'll kill you Bitch I'm fuckin' For real I'll make you suffer like I suffered If you fuck me then I'll make you fall in love [in the background of the hook] Hey lady, hey lady I don't think you really wanna be my girl (be my girl, be my girl, be my girl) Fuckin' with me can be dangerous (dangerous, dangerous) You never know what I really (be like, be like) (be like, be like, I'm your type) (And might even get a little bit crazy) (fall in love) (crazy) (fall in love) (crazy) (fall in love) (crazy)

Das Bo - Tuerlich Tuerlich

  • Durée: 4:16
  • Notation: 4.86 (635 votes)
  • Visites: 404626' favoriteCount='1687
  • Publié par: 9medved9

Thématique: ass  Bo  butt  Das  dicker  g-string  hip-hop  nice  rap  sexy  shaking  sicher  string  tanga  Tuerlich 

Das Bo Tuerlich Dicker ass butt string butt shakibg sexy nice

K.I.Z.-Schweinehaxen

  • Durée: 4:2
  • Notation: 4.90 (183 votes)
  • Visites: 77069' favoriteCount='222
  • Publié par: MunKee308

Thématique: Ass  Boobs  Deutschland  hentai  Hip  Hop  in  K.I.Z  Kannibalen  Kettensägen  Massaker  music  Rap  Titts  XXX  Zivil 

K.I.Z.-Schweinehaxen vom Tape "das Rapdeutschland-Kettensägenmassaker"

Star Wars gangsta rap 2 with Subtitles and Lyrics

  • Durée: 2:29
  • Notation: 4.90 (2276 votes)
  • Visites: 574205' favoriteCount='6105
  • Publié par: OdinEidolon89

Thématique: ben  dark  darth  funny  gangsta  kenobi  luke  lyrics  music  rap  side  skywalker  star  subtitles  vader  video  wars 

Music by: Jason Brannon Editing by: Joshua Shreve Download page: http://www.megaupload.com/?d=RDC7SK10 Star Wars gangsta rap lyrics: Admiral: This is Admiral Biatch to base camp, it seems the stormtroopers have gone on strike and I have no experience with this type of shit. Who should I call for help? Vader: It's the V to the A to the D-E-R (Vader!) Reconstructin' the Death Star! With my slick suede suit that's black like tar, Fucking you up no matter who you are! Palpatine: Tell them motherfuckers 'bout this here Dark Side! Pull up on your planet, Death Star drive-by! And we'll beat the Rebels 'cause their skills ain't shit! Vader: And in my TIE Fighter, Zig-zags stay lit! Yoda: Oh, shit! Yoda on the scene, 900 year fiend smoking Dagobah green! Bitches on my tip, like Lando on liquor. Lando: Ah, you're just jealous 'cause my black dick's thicker. Chewbacca: *Wookie yell* Lando: Yo! Tell 'em Chewie, last night I had Leia all drunk wanting to do me. Luke: Shut the fuck up man! Leia's my sister! The only thing you're getting is a beat-off blister. Ben Kenobi: Luke! Use the force before intercourse, but Luke! Don't forget! Bitches ain't nothing but hos and tricks! (Ohh!) Luke: Obi-Wan, I'm the top gun! (top gun) The chosen one, hotter than both suns! Vader ain't shit, his head's cut up and split! He's slower than the first Pentium chip! (Dark Side!) Vader: The one who brings remorse to this fucking universe. (Rebels!) Luke: You know we'll fucking win, 'cause we'll fight to the end! (Dark Side!) Palpatine: I can feel the anger dwelling within you! (Rebels!) Yoda: You also feel Vader's dick in you. BIATCH! *Incoherent Huttese Jabba rap* Han Solo: Jabba, you ain't nothing but a fat-ass slug! Fake gold chains? You sorry-ass thug! Sittin' in your palace with your blue-headed whore, trap door to the Rancor. *sound of someone falling* C3PO: Oh, my, goodness gracious me! I'm a gay man's golden fantasy! Programmed for homo-ecstasy, ten million forms of gay positioning. For my golden shower, you must pay a fee, but R2-D2 gives it up for free. *R2-d2 squeaks* R2-D2, watch your language! Always having sex with robotic strangers! Jar Jar Binks: Meesa like to drink and smoke all night! Meesa like to fight and fucka yo wife. Meesa no care 'cause meesa so dumb. Meesa will fuck you with me tongue. Yousa wants a meesa cause meesa wants some. Yousa wants a meesa cause meesa wants some. Yousa wants a meesa cause meesa wants some. Meesa wants some cause meesa wanna cum! Riconoscimenti per questo video: #28 - I video preferiti (in assoluto) - Video divertenti

Real Compton City G Uncensored

  • Durée: 4:48
  • Notation: 4.87 (31 votes)
  • Visites: 6468' favoriteCount='52
  • Publié par: wankstaz

Thématique: Compton  Dre  Eazy  Fuck  Life  Ruthless 

Real Muthaphuckkin G's Lyrics Artist(Band):Eazy-E Review The Song (4) Complimentary "Real Muthaphuckkin G's" Ringtone [Intro] Comp-ton Comp-ton Comp-ton Real muthaphuckkin G's... Real muthaphuckkin G's... Real Muthaphuckkin G's... [Verse One] Hey Yo doctor, here's another proper track and it's phat, watch the sniper, time to pay the piper and let that real shit provoke, so you's a wanna be 'loc and you'll get smoked and I hope that your fans understand when you talk about spraying me, the same records that you makin' is paying me Motherfuck Dre Motherfuck Snoop Motherfuck Death Row Yo, and here comes my left blow 'cause I'm the E-A-Z-Y-E, and this is the season to let the Real motherfucking G's in, you like a kid you found a puppy, now you're dapper, but tell me where the fuck you found an anorexic rapper talking 'bout who you gon' squabble with and who you shoot you're only 60 pounds when you're wet and wearing boots Damn E, they tried to fade you on Dre Day But Dre Day only make Eazy's pay day all of a sudden Dr. Dre is a G thing, but on his old album covers he was a she thing so nigga please, nigga please don't step to these motherfuckin' real G's Stop him in his tracks and show him that I am ruthless Yo Dre. "what's up? [bang] Now take it to the rapper, claiming to be dapper then the Dresta, softer than a bitch but portray the role of gangster, ain't broke a law in your life, yet every time you rap you yap about the guns and knifes, just take a good look at the nigga, and you'll capture the fact, that the bastard is simply just an actor, who mastered the bang and the slang and the Mental, of niggas in Compton, Watts, and South Central never ever once have you ran with the turf, and yet in every verse claim you used to do the dirt, but tell me who's a witness to your fucking work, see you never had no business, so save the drama jerk, niggas straight kill me knowing that they pranksters, this is going out to you studio gangsters, see I did dirt, put in work, and many niggas can vouch that, so since I got stripes I got the right to rap about that, but niggas like you I gotta hate you, 'cause I'm just tired of Suburbian Niggas talking about they come from projects knowing you ain't seen the parts of the streets G think you trying bang around the time of the peace treaty wearing khackis and you mob while you rhyme, little fag tried to sag, but gettin flooded at the same time, and your set don't accept you, scared to kick it with your homies 'cause you know they don't respect you, So nigga please check nuts before you step to these, motherfucking real G's [Verse Three] Well, it's the Knocc Out, definition original baby gangster approach me like you hard, motherfucker I'ma bank you shank you, with my fucking shank, if I have tah Dr. Dre an' Snoop Dogy Dogg are fucking actors pranksters, studio gangsters, busters but this time you're dealing with some real motherfuckers G's, fool please, don't try to step 'cause if you do, then a peeled cap is all that would be left see young niggas like me will break you off something, claiming my city, but Dre you ain't from Compton Niggas like y'all is what I call wanna be's and ain't shit compared to real motherfuckin' G's Stop him in his tracks, and show him that I am Ruthless Yo Dre. "What's up?" [bang] Boy you shoulda known by now Stop him in his tracks and show him that I am ruthless Yo Dre. "What's up?" [bang] Boy you shoulda known by now I never met an OG who never did shit wrong and tried to dis the Eazy-E so now nigga it's on you and your Doggy Dogg, think your all honk and shit both of you bitches, can come and suck my doggy dick beating a bitch don't make you shit, but then again some niggas think it makes'em men, Damn it's a trip how a nigga can switch so quick from wearing lipstick to smoking off Chronic at picnics, and now you think you're bigger but to me you ain't nothin but a bitch ass nigga that ain't worth a food stamp, and at Death Row, I hear you're gettin treated like boot camp gotta follow your seargent's directions, or get your ass popped with a Smith and Wesson, learn a lesson from the E Stay in your place and don't step to real motherfucking G's Stop him in his tracks and show him that I am ruthless Yo Dre. "What's up?" [bang] Boy you shoulda known by now Stop him in his tracks and show him that I am ruthless Yo Dre. "What's up?" [bang] Boy you shoulda known by now Stop him in his tracks and show him that I am ruthless Yo Dre. "What's up?" [bang] Boy you shoulda known by now, Eazy duz it

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Z-Ro You With Lyrics

  • Durée: 4:21
  • Notation: 4.95 (21 votes)
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  • Publié par: fJasso254

Thématique: Crack  Rap  You  Z-Ro 

(*talking*) Man you know its a trip how these nothin ass niggas and these bullshit ass broads always got somethin to say about the next man and his house hold unable to get on top of they shit cuz they so worried about everybody elses wat he got and wat he dont have, and what they need to get, man if they emphasice they time on them, maybe they be a better person theyselves [Z-RO] thats you, that talk about your homie behind his back but you always with him, every location he be at thats you, that be stealin from you mama knowin she be the only one at your side, helpin you through your drama thats you, sellin crack but cant make no profit cuz you smokin it up and you just cant seem to stop it thats you, that keep layin her without a rubber dont wanna claim your baby, you naked headed lover , thats your babys motha thats you, a woman thats so deceitful, smilin as you do evil makin money to set up your own people thats you, throwin pussy at your homegurls husband, every evenin then trynna convince her that he be cheatin thats you, hate a woman doin better then you are so u slash her tires and bust all the windows out her car thats you, that cant get over your ex-man puttin the problems of your previous relationship on the next man Chorus x2 Thats YOU, outta be ashamed of yourself, cuz the shell of a man, playin games with yourself, Thats YOU, makin the real women look fake, only hurtin yourself with the decious that you make, [Z-RO] thats you, that beat your kids, cuz somebody said he done somethin, but you wont even go see if he did thats you, still livin in your parents home, you got a good payin job, but wont even pay for the phone, thats you, with that un-attractive attitude people dont want to be around you, becuz you be ruinin they mood thats you, thats thinkin somebody owe you somethin aint gonna be satisfied intill somebody show you somethin/ thats you, rollin your eyes and poppin your neck becuz you with a high roller but homie only want you for sex thats you, think you the shit cuz your body is tight wat you gonna do if God decide to change that over night thats you, that cant stay in a womans place hit a man, hopin he hit you back so you can take his freedom away thats you, havin joy makin peoples lifes hard but when trouble come around your way you go runnin to God Chorus x2 Thats YOU, outta be ashamed of yourself, cuz the shell of a man, playin games with yourself, Thats YOU, makin the real women look fake, only hurtin yourself with the decious that you make, [Z-RO] thats you, that get up every night to go out and jack, but you reap what you sew, so dont get mad when it comes back thats you, that been out commitin all that crime now you suicidal cuz you gotta do all that time thats you, spendin all of your money on beer and blunts and aint got nothin on your bills come the first of the month/ thats you, that dont care about how stupid you act man im so glad im no longer livin my life like that thats you, trynna fuk over people who work for ya even with all of that money aint no peace on earth for ya thats you, yea thats you that made your homeboys hate ya cant go no where without a gun becuz you nervous by nature thats you, thats in and out of jail on the same charge bail out and go do the same thang on the same boulevard thats you, thats gonna end up in the funeral home you bobbin your head, but i know you cant stand this song cuz thats you Chorus x2 Thats YOU, outta be ashamed of yourself, cuz the shell of a man, playin games with yourself, Thats YOU, makin the real women look fake, only hurtin yourself with the decious that you make

Masta Ace Inc - Jeep Ass N***a

  • Durée: 4:1
  • Notation: 4.96 (250 votes)
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  • Publié par: deliciousvinyl

Thématique: hip-hop  indie  jeeps  juicecrew  mastaace  rap 

http://www.deliciousvinyl.com From his 1993 Delicious Vinyl album, 'Slaughtahouse'.

Jay Z 99 Problems

  • Durée: 4:21
  • Notation: 4.83 (169 votes)
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  • Publié par: KevRep10k

Thématique: 99  hip-hop  jay  problems  rap 

Look In Here!! If you're havin' girl problems i feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one [Verse One] I got the rap patrol on the gat patrol Foes that wanna make sure my casket's closed Rap critics they say he's "Money Cash Hoes" I'm from the hood stupid, what type of facts are those If you grew up with holes in ya zapatos You'd be celebrating the minute you was havin' dough I'm like fuck critics you can kiss my whole asshole If you don't like my lyrics you can press fast forward I got beef with radio if i don't play they show They don't play my hits i don't give a shit SO Rap mags try and use my black ass So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers I don't know what you take me as, Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has I'm from rags to ritches niggas I ain't dumb I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one Hit me [Chorus] 99 problems but the bitch aint one If you're havin' girl problems i feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one Hit me [Verse Two] The year's '94 and my trunk is raw In my rear view mirror is the mother fuckin' law I got two choices y'all pull over the car or (hmmm) Bounce on the double put the pedal to the floor Now I ain't tryin' to see no highway chase with Jay. Plus i got a few dollars i can fight the case So I...pull over to the side of the road I heard "Son do you know why I'm stoppin' you for?" Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hats real low? Do I look like a mind reader sir, I don't know Am I under arrest or should I gas em up? "Well you was doin fifty-five in a fifty-fo' " "Liscense and registration and step out of the car" "Are you carryin' a weapon on you I know a lot of you are" I ain't steppin out of shit all my paper's legit "Well, do you mind if I look round the car a little bit?" Well my glove compartment is locked so are the trunk in the back And I know my rights so you gon' need a warrant for that "Aren't you sharp as a tack, you some type of lawyer or something'?" "Or somebody important or somethin'?" Nah, I ain't pass the bar but i know a little bit Enough that you won't illegally search my shit "We'll see how smart you are when the K9 come" I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one Hit me [Chorus] 99 Problems but a bitch ain't one if you havin girl problems i feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one hit me 99 Problems but a bitch ain't one if you havin girl problems i feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one Hit me [Verse Three] Now once upon a time not too long ago A nigga like myself had to strong arm a hoe This is not a hoe in the sense of havin a pussy But a pussy havin no God Damn sense, try and push me I tried to ignore him and talk to the Lord Pray for him, cause some fools just love to perform You know the type loud as a motor bike But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight The only thing that's gonna happen is I'ma get to clappin He and his boys gon be yappin to the captain And there I go trapped in the kit kat again Back through the system with the riff raff again Fiends on the floor scratchin again Paparatzi's with they cameras snappin them D.A. tried to give the nigga shaft again Half-a-mil for bail cause I'm African All because this fool was harrasin' them Tryin to play the boy like hes saccarin But ain't nothin sweet 'bout how I hold my gun I got 99 problems being a bitch ain't one. Hit me [Chorus X3] You're crazy for this one Rick It's your boy --------------------Z------------------- WOW!10,000 VIEWS!THANKS TO ALL WHO WATCHED IT! 15,000 VIEWS!I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!MY MOST VIEW VIDEO! 20,000 VIEWS!!MAN I JUST WANT TO THANK ALL OF THOSE WHO WATCHED IT! 30,000 VIEWS!!!I AM GOING TO HAVE A HEARTATTACK! 40,000 VIEWS!!!!OM FUCKING G!THANKS YOU GUYS FOR WATCHING!

Corrupt Dragon Bax - Pk Video Two (99str d bax f2p)

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Wu-Tang Clan-Da Mystery of Chessboxin'

  • Durée: 4:54
  • Notation: 4.88 (32 votes)
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  • Publié par: UTWuTangClan

Thématique: 1994  chessboxin  clan  da  mystery  of  rap  raw  tang  wu 

Wu-Tang Clan "Da Mystery of Chessboxin'" Enter the 36 Chambers 1994 [Lyrics] [Wu-Tang movie dialogue] The game of chess, is like a swordfight You must think first, before you move Toad style is immensely strong, and immune to nearly any weapon When it's properly used, it's almost invincible [Verse One: U-God] Raw I'ma give it to ya, with no trivia Raw like cocaine straight from Bolivia My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation like the Emancipation Proclamation Weak MC's approach with slang that's dead you might as well run into the wall and bang your head I'm pushin' force, my force your doubtin' I'm makin' devils cower to the Caucus Mountains [Verse Two: Inspectah Deck] Well I'm a sire, I set the microphone on fire Rap styles vary, and carry like Mariah I come from the Shaolin slum, and the isle I'm from is comin through with nuff niggaz, and nuff guns so if you wanna come sweatin, stressin contestin you'll catch a sharp sword to the midsection Don't talk the talk, if you can't walk the walk Phony niggaz are outlined in chalk A man vexed, is what the projects made me Rebel to the grain there's no way to barricade me Steamrollin niggaz like a eighteen wheeler with the drunk driver drivin, there's no survivin [Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef] Ruff like Timberland wear, yeah Me and the Clan, and yo the Landcruisers out there Peace to all the crooks, all the niggaz with bad looks Bald heads, braids, blow this hook We got chrome tecs, nickel plated macs Black axe, drug dealin styles in phat stacks I only been a good nigga for a minute though cuz I got to get my props, and win it yo I got beef wit commercial-ass niggaz with gold teeth lampin in a Lexus eatin beef Straight up and down don't even bother I got fourty niggaz up in here now, who kill niggaz fathers [Chorus: Method Man] My peoples are you with me where you at? In the front, in the back killa-bees on attack my peoples are you with me where you at? Smokin meth hittin caps on the block with the gats [Verse Four: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Here I go, deep type flow Jacque Cousteau could never get this low..I'm cherry bombin shits... BOOM Just warmin up a little bit, vroom vroom Rappinin is what's happenin Keep the pockets stacked and then, hands clappin and At the party when I move my body Gotta get up, and be-eeeee somebody! Grab the microphone put strength to the bone DUH-DUH-DUH...enter the Wu-Tang zone Sure enough when I rock that stuff Guff puff?? I'm gonna catch your bluff tuff rough, kickin rhymes like Jim Kelly or Alex Haley im a Mi-..Beetle Bailey rhymes comin raw style, hardcore Niggaz be comin to the hip-hop store Comin to buy gro-cery from me Tryin to be a hip-hop MC The law, in order to enter the Wu-Tang You must bring the Ol' Dirty Bastard type slang Represent the GZA, Abbott, RZA, Shaquan, Inspectah Deck Dirty Hoe gettin low wit his flow Introducin, the Ghost..face.. Killah!! No one could get illa [Chorus] [Verse Five: Ghostface Killah] Speakin of the devil psych, no it's the God, get the shit right Mega trife, and yo I killed you in a past life On the mic while you was kickin that fast shit You reneged tried again, and got blasted Half mastered ass style mad ruff task When I struck I had on Timbs and a black mask Remember that shit? I know you don't remember jack That night yo I wuz hittin like a spiked bat and then you thought I was bugged out, and crazy strapped for nonsense, after me became lazy Yo, nobody budge while I shot slugs Never shot thugs, I'm runnin with thugs that flood mugs So grab your eight plus one, start flippin and trippin Niggaz is jettin I'm lickin off son (Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang!!!!) [Verse Six: Masta Killa] Homicide's illegal and death is the penalty What justifies the homicide, when he dies? In his own iniquity it's the Master of the Mantis Rapture comin at cha We have an APB on an MC Killer Looks like the work of a Master Evidence indicates that's it's stature Merciless like a terrorist hard to capture The flow, changes like a chameleon Plays like a friend, and stabs you like a dagger This technique attacks the immune system Disguised like a lie paralyzin the victim You scream, as it enters your bloodstream Erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts contain Novin on a nigga with the speed of a centipede and injure - ANY MOTHERFUCKIN CONTENDER [Chorus]

The Game - Ya Heard (feat. Ludacris) [L.A.X] + [Lyrics]

  • Durée: 4:5
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  • Publié par: Nyggu

Thématique: Black  BWS  Chronicles  Dziuby15  Game  Hip-  Hop  Hurricane  LA  LAX  Morda  Nyggas  Nyggu  RAP  Street  The  Wal 

[L.A.X] 1. Intro {feat. DMX) [1:20] 2. L.A.X Files [3:59] 3. State of Emergency (feat. Ice Cube) [3:38] 4. Bulletproof Diaries (feat. Raekwon) [4:52] 5. My Life (feat. Lil Wayne) [5:20] 6. Money [5:12] 7. Cali Sunshine (feat. Bilal) [4:32] 8. Ya Heard (feat. Ludacris) [4:04] 9. Hard Liquor (Interlude) [1:50] 10. House of Pain [4:32] 11. Gentleman's Affair (feat. Ne-yo) [3:39] 12. Let Us Live (feat. Chrisette Michelle) [4:38] 13. Touchdown (feat. Raheem Davaughn) [3:39] 14. Angel (feat. Common) [4:27] 15. Never Can Say Goodbye (feat. Latoya Williams) [4:40] 16. Dope Boys (feat. Travis Barker) [4:00] 17. Game's Pain (feat. Keyshia Cole) [4:21] 18. Letter to the King (feat. Nas) [5:45] 19. Outro (feat. DMX) [1:28] For Promotional Use Only Copyright on Universal Music Group. [Lyrics] (The Game) You see that cherry red Phantom on them big ass wheels You see I be playing with them cars, Im like a big ass kid Crazy with that cap gun, so if we play cops and robbers Ill show you how to pop revolvers Fitted cap too big, so it cover my eyes That Lambo? That aint shit, just a public disguise And that top model chick, she for the diamond lane And I be driving all crazy cause my diamond chain is (bright) As them Las Vegas lights It be the same in California when Im riding at night In New York, I be in Midtown, up and down Broadway Having meetings all day, baby my future is (bright) As Lebrons, take off on anybody Tyra Banks on my arm, and well crash any party Yeah, making it rain, aint got shit on me The way I ball, the fuckin owner should come sit on me Yeah, Im fresh out of jail, you shoulda knew I was back Turn on the radio its a rap (Chorus) (Sample) (Ludacris) Just touched down at L.A.X. LUDA! What up Game? Fresh out, huh? Dont you hear it? That nigga named Luda Slicker than Rick the Ruler, whoop ass like Lex Luger My money long, your shit is shorter than Oompa Loompas And Ill superman, yuuuh, that ass like Lex Luther Shoot you then say me gusta, Ill take you to meet ya maker My dick's the Staples Center, Ill take you to see the Lakers Swoosh! On that Cali kush, smoking like a muffler So many red flags I coulda swore I was in Russia Game! I got the fame and the fortune, Compton is scorchin' Get rid of bullets, my gun keeps havin abortions I aint havin' it, see em in the dead zone Fake dope boys is more bass up in my headphones Adjust your treble, Im heavier than metal My verses are hot as shit like I recorded with the devil Im on another level, they stuck on the elevator And Im about to blow this bitch, Game press the detonator, like Fresh out of Georgia, ya heard I was back, turn on the radio its a rap (Chorus) (Sample) (The Game) See Im come from the bottom and they call me The Game But Im just happy that Beyonce know my name I took that Dr. Dre money and I bought me chain Then I bought me a house, then I bought me a Range Then I bought me a pussy, then I bought me some brains But I aint buyin that the best rappers is Kanye and Wayne See both of them niggas spit, but yall act like you dont hear me spit Like sellin 7 million records aint the shit I dont win no Grammy's, nigga Im too gangsta And poppin crystal with Irv dont make me a wanksta See Im California certified, my niggas make the murder rise Readin' my fan mail in jail, Buck told Curtis bye So Ima break it down for them niggas in the South Slow it down but this Rolls Phatom grill in my mouth Throw the Prada slippers on, when I walk in my house P. Diddy and Tommy Lee know what Im talking about Im fresh out of jail, you shoulda knew I was back Turn on the radio its a rap

Big L and Jay-Z - 7 Minute Freestyle (LYRICS)

  • Durée: 7:8
  • Notation: 4.87 (131 votes)
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  • Publié par: Beastaz

Thématique: big  freestyle  hip  hip-hop  hop  jay-z  minute  old  r.i.p.  rap  school  true 

Two oF ThA GrEaTeSt LyRiCiStS oF AlL TiMe R.I.P BIG L Big L'z LyRiCz Yo, check it Yo, I got slugs for snitches No love for bitches Puttin thugs in ditches When my trigger finger itches I got a rep that make police jet Known to get a priest wet I never beg for pussy like Keith Sweat Is Big L slow? Hell no Bitches get fucked on the roof when I ain't got no hotel dough I'm known for yoking jacks And beatin them with smoking gats Leavin token blacks with broken backs and open caps So with that bullshit, step to the rear son The last thing you want with Big L is a fair one Cause in a street brawl, I strike men like lightning You see what happened in my last fight friend? Aight then I beat kids with lead pipes I leave a trail of dead mic's Where I'm from, niggaz jewels get ran like red lights Old folks get mugged and raided Crimes are drug related And we live by the street rules that thugs created Clowns get smoked about a thousand volts For selling pounds of coke Front in this town and get a tech stuck down your throat I'm tellin you shit is about to get drastic soon I'm quick to blast a goon And break a motherfucker like a plastic spoon I got the looks that make your hotty stare I keep a shotty near It's the nigga with notty hair who Gotti fear Tracks I'm know to roast Until the microphone is ghost Props I own the most I'm leaving niggaz comatose Front and get your brain pinched Big L will have your whole gang lynched I started smoking dust and been insane since This rap shit was a great gift The other night some snake riffed And got a hot lead face lift All through high school I had braids I kept mad blades Stabbing teachers to death that gave me bad grades I cook the mic like a beef steak Cause my techniques great And I'm the nigga police hate in each state Cause I'm the neighborhood lamper Punk brother vamper Fuck around you'll find my silk boxers in your mother's hamper Cops drop when my glock makes a pow sound I'm from a whyle town You know my style clown, so bow down My crew be deliverin hot lead when gats are clenched Rappers I jack and lynch Nobody can fuck with the way I be killing the shit in rap events Big L is the nigga you expect To catch wreck in any cassette deck I'm so ahead of my time, my parents haven't met yet I'm feeling like Billy Bathgate My rap style is past great I love to fuck a bitch from the back and watch her ass shake I probably got your mommy strung Niggaz hear me and take more notes than Connie Chung My clan plans to get Guillianni hung Never had a gassed head Got loot cause I stash bread Try to tax and I'ma beat your fagot ass half-dead I stomp white cops till the life stops For a low price hops Cause my blood is colder than an ice box On 1-3-9 you don't want a block war Cause my crew will kill a nigga from the lobby to the top floor And every time a mack eleven bucks I'm killing at least seven ducks I never was a follower of Reverend Butts The bitch type I dislike, I'm rougher than a fist fight All chicks ain't shit, ain't no such thing as Miss Right So we can never be a couple hun Fuck love, all I got for ho's is hard dick and bubble gum And clown emcee's I be attacking quick I'm on some rappin shit and some car jackin shit I ran up on this nigga name Mac in a black ac And put the gat to his cap, click-clack Sorry jack but get up out of that My 38 works great, so make a mistake and hesitate I can't wait to demonstrate this nickel plate He didn't listen to what I was speakin He started reaching So I left him sleepin with his temple leaking

"Killa" Cherish feat Yung Joc, Step Up 2 Soundtrack

  • Durée: 4:34
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  • Publié par: blacktreemedia

Thématique: Cherish  Dance  hip-hop  pop  r&b  rap  soundtrack  Step  Streets  the  Up 

STEP UP 2 SOUNDTRACK CHERISH FT. YUNG JOC LYRICS yo joc yea i dont think they ready for this one who... cherish they make me wanna lose control yea you know who it is im in a wife beater two seater cruise control pull up and ya girl might lose control not playas circle but a duffel bag boy guarantee they cant get enough of dat boy saw him from a distance and i watched him make his way to the floor he walked up to me slowly whispers and he says i know who you are, i wanna get to know you I can tell he was a player but he knows just how to make ya lose control somehow i knew shawty is a killa but i really want him and i gotta have him tonight straight heart breaker but it really dont matta cause i really want him tonight the way he licks his lips im in a infatuated state of mind, oooh yea hes so hard to resist, i got to tell ya baby boy is so fine just got ta have you, ooh yea' i can tell he was a playa but he knows how to make ya lose control if you only knew.. but shawty is a killa and i really want him and i got to have him tonight straight heart breaker but it really dont matter cause i really want him tonight shawty is a killa but i really want him and i gotta have him..tonight... straight heart breaker..heart breaker but it dont really matta cause i really want him.. cause i really want him tonight...tonight.. ooo...it feels so wrong that it must it must be right and im so high, dont wanna come down just let me fly ay ay let me talk to um my whips push but no car keys man pop the top like a sardine can wrist stay flooded like New Orleans man lil boy cant stop i be ballin man yea im pretty sure dat ya heard da rumors got beef bull wit some big cawholas im a pretty slick nigga like rick da rula keep one eye open and my hand on dat ruda i rock da cladio my shades gazel i break hearts i heartbreak hotels i treat yo chick like a pair of ones, wear ha ass out one good time and shawty... shawty is a killa but i really want him and i gotta have him tonight straight heart breaker but it really dont matta cause i really want him tonight tonight shawty is a killa but i really want him and i gotta have him tonight straight heart breaker but it really dont matta cause i really want him tonight and i gotta haaaaavvvvvveeeee yyoooouuuu

Freestyle Saturday (mom walks in)

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  • Publié par: TimothyDeLaGhetto2

Thématique: asian  ass  battle  crazy  dvd  freestyle  friday  jones  moms  rap  serius  shakin  smack  timothydelaghetto  upskirt 

this is me home sick on a saturday night doin a little freestyle, and then my mom walks in to join the party

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