GAK feat. VEUST LYRICIST - Sur ma Côte
- Durée: 4:12
- Notation: 4.68 (37 votes)
- Visites: 24165' favoriteCount='43
- Publié par: DOPEBEATS06
Thématique: 06 asuivre azur clip côte dope est français gak hip-hop hit lyricist rap sale sud veust video été
LE VRAI HIT DE L'ÉTÉ 2007 qui anticipe la sortie de la compilation "SUD EST SALE" (fin juillet) et de l'album de GAK (ASUIVRE) "NEW GAK CITY" bientôt disponible. Le titre est produit par Dope! (Faf Larage, Sefyu, Dipset, Mobb Deep...). Video by Noë Sardet
rap français Royal S
- Durée: 3:18
- Notation: 3.86 (22 votes)
- Visites: 24710' favoriteCount='6
- Publié par: sellim
Thématique: clip freestyle game hip hop music radio rap show video
hip hop rap france brazil freestyle beat box international diams booba rohff snoop akon sean paul pharel zidane ronaldo football free fight sports music entertainment seyfu capone-n-noreaga mobb deep 50 cent G-Unit lil jon crunk rap game battle DJ MC B-Boy show 113 mafia k'1 fri sleeper cell heroes jamel comedy club video Royal S Fuck Captain America...
Kourtrajmé ROI HEENOK EXCLU
- Durée: 4:48
- Notation: 4.13 (15 votes)
- Visites: 8219' favoriteCount='16
- Publié par: ST1KTEUR
Thématique: 2007 clip dvd francais gangster gentleman graffiti heenok kourtrajmé live music musique rap roi song street vidéo
http://macro1290.skyrock.com http://myspace.com/macro1290 Nouveau DVD Kourtrajmé "Les Mathématiques du Roi Heenok" Reportage de 52 mn + bonus DVD disponible en avant première sur Crakedz : http://www.crakedz.com et JustLikeHipHop : http://www.justlikehiphop.com «Le roi Heenok est au rap francophone ce que Van Damme est au cinéma: un paradigme qui défie l'entendement commun. Chacune de ses interventions et facéties valent bien plus que sa discographie complète. Comme Van Damme, il a redéfini l'idée même qu'on se faisait de la francophonie. Il a créé un "slang" unique et destournures idiomatiques qui frayent allègrement avec l'Amérique. Mais le Canadien Heenok va bien plus loin que son homologue belge. Là où Van Damme est resté «aware», Heenok a créé sa propre mythologie et un folklore où se télescopent Queensbridge, Jacques Chirac, Mobb Deep, gangstérisme, pacotille, brille-brille, coke, putes, esprit messianique et prophéties baroques. Plus encore que son stock d'armes, la découverte de la Rive Sud et ses leçons de "slang", c'est sa vision du monde qui fait de ce DVD une œuvre incontournable. Une grille de lecture nécessaire pour comprendre le monde contemporain depuis l'effondrement des Twin Towers. Heenok est à l'analyse politique ce que Kermit était au Muppet Show, un narrateur de premier ordre qui dévoyait Miss Piggy, Fozzie, Gonzo et les autres. Heenok fait de même avec les grands de ce monde. Il est le seul à prétendre inviter à sa table Ben Laden, Bush, Village People, Big Noyd et Sarkozy... Ce DVD propose une immersion abyssale dans le monde de Heenok et son collectif Gangster & Gentleman. Et subsidiairement, de répondre à quelques questions, non moins essentielles, pour la survie du Hip-Hop et le bien-être de l'espèce humaine. Le roi Heenok a-t-il vraiment gagné son premier million à l'âge de 18 ans? Est-il un vrai-faux gangster ou un faux-vrai MC ? Et finalement, le roi Heenok est-t-il vraiment roi ?» http://www.kourtrajme.com
Rohff - Avec ou sans
- Durée: 5:6
- Notation: 4.67 (12 votes)
- Visites: 23628' favoriteCount='8
- Publié par: Komball54
Thématique: 94 Au-delà Avec de Français limites Marne mes ou Rap Rohff sans Seine sur Val Vitry
Que serait la vie sans histoires Le journal sans faits divers Les prisons sans criminels Les ambulances sans civières? Que serait la paix sans la guerre L'amour sans la haine Le paradis sans l'enfer Les jugements sans les peines? La cité sans black ou beurs Sans branleurs, voleurs, dealers, braqueurs, rappeurs, breakers? Les banlieues sans foolek, sans Y Z, sans grecs? Que serait le suicide sans roulettes, sans fenêtres? Sans explosifs que ferait un kamikaze sans cible Après les usa, l'Europe est sensible Qu'aurait fais la france sans tirailleurs Les immigrés sans la CAF? Ben on se serait tirès ailleurs Quand ya rien à gratter on taille Que serait la Thaillande sans contrefaçons, sans muaythaï? Que serait l'Anglaise sans mohamed Ali et ses jabs, Le raggae sans Bob, Amsterdam sans coffe shop, sans putes en vitrines? Pourquoi un diplôme sans job, un braquage sans vitry P. Diddy sans biggie, l'espérance de vie de Tupac sans Suge Knight Don King sans Iron mike,(tsik) rohff sans le mic? REFRAIN Que serait le rap sans moi ? Ce serait vivre sans graille, Cheb Khaled, Van dam,ou un train sans rail Le pouvoir sans la bombe nucléaire, le silence sans les cris La santé sans les maladies Que serait le rap sans moi? Ce serait vivre sans graille, Cheb Khaled, Van dam, ou un train sans rail Le pouvoir sans la bombe nuclaiére, le silence sans les cris l'ecriture sans mes écrits Que serait la vie sans la mort Le rap sans hardcore Le cinéma sans les films gore, la raison sans torts? Que seraient les blanc sans les trésors d'Afrique L'Amérique sans les blacks Le cinéma allemand sans Derrick, sans blagues? Notre éducations sans claques Nos ressources sans black, les revenus sans taxes Stalingrad avenue sans taxes? Un raclo sans couille n'est qu'un brolik sans bastos Une équipe sans boss Où seraient planqués les retours de vols sans boxs les plaquettes sans caves? Que feraient les stups sans poucavs? Ce serait l'ANPE pas d'embauche sans voyou ce serait la haine pour eux Que seraient les CRS sans violences, sans émeutes les urgences sans blésurres? Que ferait la crime sans meurtre Que ferait la BRB sans banditisme, attaque de brinks Hannibal sans Anthony Hopkins Mobb Deep sans le queens? Canal+ sans films X pas d'abonnés Paris sans Gustave Eiffel pas de japonais Pas de bénef sans tourisme Comme Venise sans romantisme Bébé, c'est comme Israel sans térrorisme REFRAIN Que serait la compile sans Housni et Kamel Le r'n'b sans Wallen,Kaine ou Amel, Que serait Kaylia sans qui est l'exemple? Pas reconnaisante, si t'étais humble tu serais au moins rentré dans le top 50, girl Que feraient Kore 6 Scalp sans TDSL 591 bsartkoum pour taxi Que mangerait Yannick sans Claude françois? Tout pourri mais bon, jsuis content pour lui, renoi! Comment sonnerait la variet' sans l'autotune Ca joue les stars sans playback ca chante faux et gagne les victoires Comment vivait le peuple sans espoir? Que serait la rage sans l'homme noir sans son histoire? Qu'auraient fait les bleus sans kabyles ou piques ty Mimi Mathy passe partout sans être tout petit Sans homo moins d'enculés plus de bonhommes Sans bobby brown, Whitney serait encore bonne Le rap sans moi ce serait serait vivre sans graille Cheb Khaled, Van dam, ou un train sans rail lrail, rail de coke pour ceux qu'on pas compris la métaphore, bienvenus au club REFRAIN X4
IAM - La Saga
- Durée: 4:8
- Notation: 4.83 (29 votes)
- Visites: 19522' favoriteCount='53
- Publié par: Komball54
Thématique: Français IAM La Marseille Rap Saga
( Royal Fam, IAM, Sunz Of Man, Wu Tang Clan ) 'Bout to take it to another chamber from Medina to Marseille... Marseille, Marseille ... ( Prodigal Sunn ) Yo, IAM, SUNZ OF MAN from the ROYAL FAM never ate ham, never gave a damn ( Timbo King ) In the begining there was darkness, then came light I grab the mic to dis' your ass just for spite What ? You can't fuck with the flows I bring Watch the staff I swing It's Timbo King, astonishing, I'm dramatic to the ear Television tells lies to your vision So, beware of the trick-nology set off to fool the mind If you're dumb you're lost, if you're wise you will find That poison is a devil substance made for scratch 'Cause one rotten apple destroys the whole batch you scratch I throw jabs to your jaws so quick You get bashed in the head with a stone face brick We're thick like molasses, deeper than the earth's mantle Royal take over, stampede, trample Those who force kids tell lies to the youth My grand child, my roots run deep is proof what ? ( Akhénaton ) A 17 ans je me suis fait une raison J'étais un petit con, un nerveux, spasmophile Baston et je frappais un coup de pied dans la table Tout volait envenimé par la négativité Tant d'échecs, tant de défaites Ont forgé le mordant, pour encaisser les coups dans ma mentalité Fauché, sans occupation, il n'y a pas pire Je ne possédais rien et je voulais fonder un empire J'ai persisté, dit des trucs vrais et ai été pisté J'ai insisté et le groupe IAM a existé Pour de bon, j'étais sincère J'écris des vers pour mes pairs Et il n'y a qu'eux qui flippent derrière De l'attention, ils se foutaient, donc j'ai roulé pour ma poire Comme le gaz, les intouchables phases de mes phrases J'ai même changé d'avis pour la saga C'est plus je revenais quand tu allais, j'y retournais ( Prodigal Sunn ) Yo, IAM, SUNZ OF MAN from the ROYAL FAM Never ate ham, never gave a damn Never ate ham, never gave a damn Never ate ham, never gave a damn Never ate ham, never gave a damn ( Dreddy Krueger ) I'm blowing niggaz out the frame Now what's my motherfuking name [Dreddy Krueger] I'm playing niggaz like a boy game You can't fuck with the drunk Dreddy Krueger Blaow ! Blaow ! Two slugs from my rugger and I move ya [move ya] I write rhyme when I'm sober Singing when I'm drunk The Buddah Monk got the skunk Yo, I smoke niggaz like kryptonite blunts Dog bitches like soup, fucking up my stew, then yo I step the gates and troop to see my nigga The gza, who had my bulletproof [my bulletproof] Vest for my chest to relieve some of my stress [stress] And I'm safe from my neck to my waist But still I gotta to worry about a nigga catching me in the face And beat the case, just 'cause he had papes [papes] [Get it straight] ( Prodigal Sunn ) Yo, IAM, SUNZ OF MAN from the ROYAL FAM Never ate ham, never gave a damn Never ate ham, never gave a damn Never ate ham, never gave a damn Never ate ham, never gave a damn ( Shurik'n ) La route vers le but fixé est longue et périlleuse Souvent bordée de tavernes aux enseignes lumineuses Et c'est dur de résister à l'invitation De rester posé sur le rail comme un wagon Telle une flèche filer droit sur la cible Ignorer les ragots est la seule solution possible Le temps passe trop vite pour que j'y prête Une attention quelconque, je sais qu'en fait Tout le monde veut la même chose Mais personne ne veut que tu l'obtiennes avant les autres Pourtant, je roule pour moi, fils Tant pis pour les autres si la médisance est leur hobby favori Je suis sorti de cette période néfaste où Tu te prélasses en attendant que tout se fasse J'avance fort de mes expériences passées et je souris En voyant ceux qui s'empressent d'y aller
50 Cent - I Don't Need Em
- Durée: 3:12
- Notation: 4.83 (243 votes)
- Visites: 77993' favoriteCount='512
- Publié par: ChasinDatPaper
Thématique: 50 animation Banks Boo Buck Cent Curtis Da Deep Dollar Dr Dre Eminem Fox Future G-Unit Group guns Havoc hip-hop Hot Jackson Lloyd Loc Massacre Mazaradi Mobb Music Nyce Of-A platinum Power Prodigy Queens Queensbridge rap Rod Spider The thisis50 Tony UMG Universal video Yayo Young
http://www.thisis50.com/ [Intro] Yeah It is what it is man Uh huh [Verse 1] Sirens flashin', you know the routine, the crime scene taped off It started off a robbery, they blew half his face off They seen him shinin', course full of diamonds he bought Grindin', his foot slipped off the ladder of success he was climbin' The D's came through, asked the niggas if they knew what happened Somehow my name end up in anything that involves clappin' Detectives at my mama crib, they say they wanna question me They put me in a line up last time and they arrested me When it come to cookin' coke, they know I got the recipe I turn a quarter to a half, thats why they mess with me I'm the neighborhood pusher, I move packs to make stacks A little weed, a little X, a little H, a little crack Figure, I push it to the limit, take this shit to the max Navy blue vest on, navy blue Yankee hat Calm, in my palm, fully loaded fire arm First to let off, last to run, everytime its on [Chorus] I tell niggas to suck my dick Get the fuck out my face Cause I don't need 'em Cause they're never around When I'm down Shot and I'm bleedin' [50 Cent] What, niggas yeah Is there a mothafuckin' problem nigga Oh yeah That's what I thought so, pussy [Verse 2] niggas be talkin' about me, they always callin' me crazy Fuck them O.G. niggas, they stuck in the eighties Sayin' they gonna do me somethin', now you know thats a lie nigga you look at me wrong, I'll let that hammer fly I'm rich, I still wake up with crime on my mind Queens nigga put it down like Pappy Mason in his prime When I say move, nigga move or get caught in the cross fire Up a fence runnin, cut my fuckin' hand on a barb wire Shits crazy, just a different day, its the same shit Hollow tip part in ya head, leave ya whole fuckin' brain split They sit, they see me in the Ashton Martin What's the matter, they can't get that Hoopty started Thought they was grindin', well goddamn where that money at Thought you was fucked up, cause you was lettin' paper stack You ain't a hustler, matter of fact, you's a busta I don't trust ya, I shoulda sent niggas to touch ya [Chorus] I tell niggas to suck my dick Get the fuck out my face Cause I don't need 'em Cause they're never around When I'm down Shot and I'm bleedin' [Outro] What? Who said they gonna do somethin' to me You must be out your rabbid ass mind Fuck around and kill one of these niggas
DJ Ludakid - Hommage A Joe B.G.
- Durée: 5:25
- Notation: 5.00 (10 votes)
- Visites: 7776' favoriteCount='22
- Publié par: yanick212
Thématique: 13 b.g. bg bluff cobna deep dezed dj dézèd etage joe ludakid pression quebecois rap sans sous sp t'es thirteen treizieme
voici une video que jai faite en memoire de Joe B.G. Mort ds un incendie ..REST IN PEACE JOE www.myspace.com/djludakid la musique(Mix)est fais pas DJ Ludakid vousla voulez ecrivez a yanoutberynard@hotmail.com(Moi) visitez mon myspace et celle de 13 deep www.myspace.com/djludakid www.myspace.com/cobna www.myspace.com/joebg www.myspace.com/sanspression13 www.myspace.com/castbeats REST IN PEACE JOE''SNAKE'' BG Never forget POUR LES AUTRE ENJOY LA VIDEO NEVER FORGET JOE
2 Piece - Tech N9ne feat. Big Scoob, Joe Vertigo & Big Krizz Kaliko
- Durée: 5:4
- Notation: 4.85 (39 votes)
- Visites: 19368' favoriteCount='117
- Publié par: TormentedWarrior
Thématique: Big company Joe Kaliko Krizz loves misery MLK n9ne piece Scoob tech Vertigo
Album: Misery Loves Kompany Lyrics: [Hook] Watch yo mouth when you're talkin to me, I'll knock you out (One! Two!) Piece definately I hold it (down) For my block, for my hood, for my sector Look at what ya mouth got ya Niggas shoulda held it (down) Watch ya mouth or you might get hit in it One piece two piece dit-dit-dit-dit-dit (down) This is for the niggas from my section Hope you learned the lesson Bully niggas betta hold it (down) [Verse 1 - Big Scoob] Left, right, right, left, he's toothless Not (?) but the Big homie's ruthless With my two fists I can move this And bout to prove that I can move it with my true spit I'm locked and loaded I'm ready I'm heavy lyrics so steady this for the block Big homie bout To get it mayn It's time to get it my nigga my villains spit it my nigga And if you feel it my nigga then throw a villain mayn Veteran now bustin' with my strange cats Chrisa Calli Techa Nis and my nigga Scat Chasin' paper my nature we bout to sew up the nation We keep it real while you fakin' now how you love that (?) scrappin and rappin see I'm attackin the action Big homie makin' it happen now shake it shake it, girl That pussy poppin' and clappin' now I be tossin ya cabbage And you be watchin the savage so come and get it girl [Hook] [Verse 2] Watch me as I (?) through the pain, I walk through the flames, insane Wit lyrical scatter and spit that'll splatter ya brain I'm tired of chatters get choppers to rattle ya frame We (inny?) like Wendy's it's my way we robbin' the game I'm throwin' them thangs, I swang with the pain, deranged To vertical murders sho dumpin' on niggas with Strange Ring the alarm, the heavy fuckin' hitters on My patients will scorn the heavy fuckin' spitters on I'm postin' wit Tech, I'm postin' wit g's in the back My swagger so mean wit the mini machine on my back For violence I fiend, I move with a team (?) crack Go loco for rojo, I put that mozzle to ya back And take you on a walk ya won't come back from I take you to the other side of the black sun (If you disrespect, you (?) regret it) Ya fuckin' right Joe Vertigo said it fo ya mouth Yeah, [Hook] [Verse 3 - Tech N9ne] Don't you run up when I'm wit a bitch Mumblin bumpin some shit Talkin' bout rap when I'm just beginning Chump, I don't do battles and this rap will outshadow ya spit Nothin's compatible with this wickedness When I'm eatin' some niggas just keep beepin' I guess they just heat seekin' when it come off with disrespectful talk You geeks weaken the Nina's the beast chief And you heathens ain't street deep so keep beefin' and get yo head tore off So dim scram fo sight of thee grim hand The fight'll begin then These niggas is rose pedal soft This ten grand to rock with me Him stand like he ought to be tin man The gorillas'll blow his kettle off With Big Scooby Joe Vertigo shit's groovy With Cali (?) truly Nobody is gettin' through (?) You get woozy Then outta you head through you Derouted and shit Who beat 'em down and issued a 2 piece [Hook] [Verse 4] You wanna battle me battle me All that blabber and that'll be Causin' you cavity Givin' you agony agony chatterin' That'll be the reason for your batterin' Screamin' loud but you niggas ain't matterin' (Already want to) Then I can give it to you with singin' and rappin' Don't think I can't be clappin' at your habitat (If I harm you) Then you must be weak and be frequently gettin' beaten deceit And plus you a faggot now Now (down) how many mc's must get this 'Fore they all know don't fuck with Chris See I'm a boss boy Fuck around with hog style The dudes click with Strange and get tossed boy When I'm (?) (?) the whole night, fo niggas that came to fight, I'm like Fuckin' with Cali, it might be trouble It come in Kansas City Shuffle [Hook]
fabolous feat. 2pac - breathe (remix)
- Durée: 3:5
- Notation: 4.79 (97 votes)
- Visites: 38449' favoriteCount='234
- Publié par: OutcastOutlaw187
Thématique: 2pac breathe fabolous makaveli rap remix tupac
perfect match - fab'n pac. can't dislike it. gotta luv it. ;) ...:::::DOWNLOAD LINK:::::.... http://www.speedyshare.com/813945726.html (ps. There's no other way that I can share it with You, sorry) fabolous: WOO! WOO! WOO! BREATHE! One and then the two Two and then the three Three and then the four Then you gotta BREATHE One and then the two Two and then the three Three and then the four Then you gotta BREATHE Then you gotta (gasp) Then you gotta (gasp) Yo these niggaz can't breathe when I come through, hum too Some shoes, gotta be 20 man It's not even funny they can't BREATHE The choke holds too tight The left looks too right You know what? You right These bitches can't BREATHE Look look, they hearts racin' They start chasin' But I'm so fast when I blow past That they can't BREATHE In the presence of the man Your future looks better than ya past if you present with the man You betta BREATHE You niggaz can't share my air Or walk a mile in the pair I wear And I'm gettin better year by year Like they say Juan do Cops couldn't smell me if you brought the canines through And I pace myself I know these money hungry bitches wanna taste my wealth But I keep em' on a diet Embrace they health Or either keep em' on a quiet And space myself And just take a deep breath I got em' grabbin' they chest Cuz it's hurtin' em' to see Fab in his best And they in they worst They rather see me lay in the hearse than lay in the back And I ain't just layin a verse I'm sayin the facts I came back with some sicka stones That got these broke niggaz lookin at me like they chokin' on a chicken bone Every chick I bone Can't leave the dick alone So I know It's one of them everytime I flip my phone 2pac: I ain't a killer but don't push me Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to getting pussy Picture paragraphs unloaded, wise words being quoted Peeped the weakness in the rap game and sewed it Bow down, pray to God hoping that he's listening Seeing niggas coming for me, to my diamonds, when they glistening Now pay attention, rest in peace father I'm a ghost in these killing fields Hail Mary catch me if I go, let's go deep inside the solitary mind of a madman who screams in the dark Evil lurks, enemies, see me flee Activate my hate, let it break, to the flame Set trip, empty out my clip, never stop to aim Some say the game is all corrupted, fucked in this shit Stuck, niggas is lucky if we bust out this shit, plus mama told me never stop until I bust a nut Fuck the world if they can't adjust It's just as well, Hail Mary
Lil wayne Tha Mobb
- Durée: 5:25
- Notation: 4.53 (19 votes)
- Visites: 7882' favoriteCount='30
- Publié par: lethold
Thématique: Lil Mobb Tha wayne
Yeah... hard body (hard body) Carter carter Carter yeah Lets go Cash Money Young Money motherfuck the other side They can fuck with us if they want I bring 'em homicide Word to my momma I'm gonna continue bombin Til they gettin out the game it's like comin out of a coma I'm tryin... but I'm normal when this rap shit get borin All I ask is that you pray for me (Please) And the beat keep cryin and I'mma keep beatin her Fee I'm fuckin her I'm deep in her sleep in her And what happens when the reaper come (huh?) I'm just hopin that he sends that elevator up I made enough I ain't meant shit So while I'm here I'mma take that and take this (nigga!) Breakfast yes let's eat wipe ya mouth when ya finished Then hunt for the lunch and dinner no beginner To the criminal activity fuck with them they rushin in Like Seminoles Indians no bow and arrows Harold Just leaners Cheena just choppers Robert Carter II tell me how is you gon stop a riot I lock and seal it up the best I could feel it (yeah!) I'm in the lead I can pop a wheelie (got em!) Not for rookies late bloomers stay in the womb (GO!) I'm here muhfucker make room... BOOM! Young Tune the big kahuna It's my ocean baby y'all niggaz is tuna Better now than sooner junior Fly around ya city try and take another tune ya I ain't goin nowhere special I won't never leave Shit I'm already a legend if I ever leave Game get rid of me? Not little me Man I got 'em I'mma get 'em B (I got 'em B) I'm hungry like I didn't eat I want it like I didn't see a mill before seventeen What the fuck you niggaz tellin me? You pups can't keep up with the pedigree Catch me where the weather be somewhere in the seventies Call myself settling palm trees Promethezine but whats new? Sometimes I can't cut through that rough loop Get fucked so many times til it's fuck you (fuck em!) So how you wan' do it baby we can get it All you gotta do is say it and I'm wit it Money and murder you my nigga my jelly preserver I'mma ride baby til the judge give me a verdict yeah Hear me or heard me I get it and serve it Cuz everytime I did it I hit it and hurt it yeah Now I kill it the mission accomplished The niggaz abolished the bitches astonished Then they pay homage when did they find it but Now that they know it's a must I remind 'em so They don't forget it I underline it and I'm in the sky when the thunder's cryin young'n I been through all that I done done what you sayin I put it down when the others was playin When the jungle was open I rolled in with the riders Stole food from the bears and bought it back to the lions Quote unquote with the eighth I'm a gorilla but lighter Wit the eye of a tiger the heart of a fighter yeah Start 'em ignite 'em I walk through fire Watch the flames start multiplyin whoo! yeah Alter a nigga nina talk to a nigga Take a chunk outcha body like a shark bit a nigga I'm awkward like Cartwright fuck wit a nigga Shot ugly but my arch right come on dog bark bite Fork in the road I'm always goin right Nowadays knowin life ain't no more road lights We can't see but we gon make it to the finish line It's right there the goal line right behind the scrimmage line Touchdown check the scoreboard gimme mines Semi 9 fit me fine hit a nigga twenty times Damn then one more to the face (BOW!) just So they close the casket like I pay to close the case I'm made straight mafia shit front line Top rank ready to die for my shit and the obvious shit If I talk about my robbery they prolly get rich So fuck 'em I'mma let 'em sit And I ain't duckin cuz I'm right here I'm just enough I don't care who at the top of the stairs I'm steppin up See you fuckin up the money baby that ain't good business You startin to look like a witness and this is For the gangstas and the bitches the hustlers and the hoes Crossover whatever mainstream know Cuz Wayne thinks silent Wayne'll never fold You heard it right here if the game was ever told Lift up ya toes and look under a rug Trust me there's history under all that dust So deep down in the dirty there lies us (who?) Yeah Cash Money Records and I'm still up front Stunna pop a bottle baby peel us a blunt Lets eat and talk about all them niggaz we cut What? You know what? Lets not fuck up our lunch Thats real shit if you ever seen such Chuch Tha Mobb nigga
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