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[2Pac (Hook)] Nigga westside Westside in this motherfucker Westside in this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker Westside in this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker Westside in this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker [2pac] Can't nob

[Ja Rule] Yo [01] Yooo.. uh [Ja Rule] Rule nigga Ja Rule.. 01 [01] Uh [Ja Rule] (01) Yeah It's our world.. please believe Niggas ain't real.. please believe It's murda.. please believe I-N-C.. niggas what's fuckin with me? R-U-L-E..

One Love - Nas[Songtekst]
Verse One: what up kid? i know shit is rough doing your bid when the cops came you shoulda slid to my crib fuck it black, no time for looking back it's done plus congratulations you know you got a son i heard he looks like you, why don't your lady write you? told her she should visit, that's

[Tupac Talking] Shit, I'm a changed man Hey turn the lights up Still ballin', 2pac up in this bitch You know how we swing this shit Look [Verse 1: Tupac] By age 16 I sold to dope fiends Not a drug dealer but I watched them closely Until they noticed me I got the feds wondering who broke the law F

[Intro: Peedi Crakk] WHOOOOOOOOOO!! Now clap for me mami, OH! Just clap for me mami, JUST BLAZE! Freeway Okay, and Free, okay, yeah (?) Que tu quieres mujeres, said she blow la-la Flipside FLIPSIDE - and she my baby mama Get wild! Okay [Freeway] Freeway got the hood on smash Songtexte Pop

[Willie Wartaal:] 'T is de W, dus je weet ik space M'n oog een spleet, dus ik spreek chinees mix dat, goedje daar met dat drankje hier (zoiets) precies doe dat nu keer 4, nee 5, nee nee 6 fok it geef me de hele fles! uh, shotjes wodka tot ik kapot ga ros ze m'n strot in, tot ik van me focking stok

[911 dispatch] 911, forty reporting [woman] hello 911, help me, help me [911 dispatch] what is your emergency [woman] there's someone in my house, there's someone in my house [911 dispatch] can you please run by your address for me [woman] 151 Shenedoah, Shenendoah [911 dispatch] ma'am where i

What's up boo? Swear I'll never call you bitch again You ain't fucking with me remember I ain't hate you I swear I'll never call you bitch again I just wanna say that uh, I fucking apologize I didn't mean to call you a bitch I'll never call you bitch again Damn [Verse 1] Gave my home

Stuck Up - Eve[Songtekst]
Yo Eve, where you at man I'm tires of talkin' to this answering machine shit I seen you earlier but you know You was with them Ruff Ryder niggas I ain't really fuckin with it like that shit [Eve] Yo, yo nigga if you shy move on Only room for a thug that can hold on Keep me right in the nig

Swizz Beatz: We know y'all out to drink 'til y'all throw up We know y'all sittin' on 20's We know y'all reppin' your hood But how many y'all KILL!!! [Twista] Bounce that ass, load them cribs, let me see the mobbin' niggaz that, uhh, talk shit While these muthatfuckaz be scummy and'll go

Why do I call myself a nigger, you ask me? Well it's because motherfuckers want to blast me And run me outa my neighborhood They label me as a dope dealer Yo! And say that I'm no good But I can't find jobs so niggers wouldn't have to go out Gave up some dope on the corner so they could show

I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P No

NEVER FORGET YA _______________________________ [Verse 1 - Obie Trice] Yes I understand I done came a long way From huggin them corners to appearin on TV From choppin up nicks, like this here feeds me To makin 'em hits, like this shit's easy But it's not, it's a whole lot of bullshit involv

"You Already Know" (feat. Young Buck, 50 Cent) [Lloyd Banks] Uh.. Uh.. Uh.. Uh.. Uh.. Uh.. [Lloyd Banks Chorus] You already know, my mind is on my dough A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe And i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the door How am I bother with the bottle

(feat. Akon, T.I., Rick Ross, Fat Joe, Lil Wayne, Birdman) [Akon:] Oh, oh [Khaled:] DJ Khaled! [Akon:] Konvict Music, yeah [Khaled:] We the best We takin` over Listennn! [T.I.:] Ay, ay Started in Atlanta, then I spread out wit` it South Carolina, Alabama, Missis

Shootouts - Nas[Songtekst]
Yo, release what's in me, besides the henny Its eyes that seen plenty Things get skinny as if queens was a craig jenny Instead of diet plans it's crack 200 grams I pump a g-pack, peeping for where the d's at It's slow, looking for rambo the cop who got grazed Back in the days chasing niggas t

Mijn THC - THC[Songtekst]
Yo, hoe kan ik het beste beginnen, yo,ik wil vechten van binnen, Maar iets in me,zegt me dimme, met het proces van verslinden, Van verschillende,hinderlijke,kinderen die min of meer niet minderen Met het spitten van onzinnige zinnen,ik wil eerlijk gezegt geeneen naam noemen Wat ik bedoel is dat

[Lil' Mo talking] 2Pac and Lil' Mo...how gangsta is that? [2Pac] one on two, be a nigga nature ha ha ha [verse 1] No Need to Cry now, Go wipe your tears be a woman Why you actin suprised? you saw the bullshit comin Fake hair, fake nails, fake eyes too So why you bound to fuck with f

Don't Cry Dry Your Eyes - The Fugees Intro: Wyclef (Lauryn in parentheses) Yes, Refugee Camp (Yeah, Yeah Refugee Camp unh! Ahh!) Yo...It never stops, what?! We comin' back! (Murder dat buoy!) Ninety seven to two thousand, check it! (Ha! Ha! La!) [Wyclef] Jericho sound... No Woman No Cr

> Lange frans: > Na de show begint het gezeik > een heleboel chicks voor baasie en mij > Een krabeltje hier en een babbeltje derbij > je wil niet weten wat ze doen voor een sabbeltje van mij > maar goed de rest van die mannen is drama > ik neem ze wel mee maar ik denk eigenlijk laat maar >

Lange frans: Na de show begint het gezeik een heleboel chicks voor baasie en mij Een krabeltje hier en een babbeltje derbij je wil niet weten wat ze doen voor een sabbeltje van mij maar goed de rest van die mannen is drama ik neem ze wel mee maar ik denk eigenlijk laat maar ze fokken d

[Intro: 2Pac & Danny Boy Steward] Change, shit I guess change is good for any of us Whatever it take for any of y'all niggas to get up out the hood Shit, I'm wit' ya, I ain't mad at cha Got nothin' but love for ya, do your thing, boy Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while I'ma send thi

How many brothas fell victim to tha streetz Rest in peace young nigga there's a Heaven for a 'G' be a lie If I told ya that I never thought of death my niggas we tha last ones left but life goes on..... How many brothas fell victim to tha streetz Rest in peace young nigga there's a Heaven for a 'G'

(Brat) Hey JD why you always be saying oh (oh) Is that like frozen shit? You just walk in and say oh shit Bounce to this, come on Where my rag wearing soldiers at? That love to watch the dough stack Never leave the house without their strap That`s what I`m looking for They know just what I want and

Yea...(laughter)...whoooo...shit hmmm, whoaaa, hmm ... Guess what? I ain`t coming in yet, i`ll come in in a minute Aiyo, this is my love song. It goes like this.... Back when Mark Wallburg was marky mark This is how we used to make the party start We used to...mix in with bacardi

Welcome back. *audience applauds* We`re here on Bad Boy television, and I`m Trevin Jones and I`ve been conversing with the Mad Rapper. And quite frankly -- he`s very mad. We`re gonna TRY to find out why; so we`ll take some questions at this point from our studio audience. Yes ma`am, please stand and

Today`s agenda Got the suitcase up in the Sentra Go to room 112, tell em Blanco sent ya Feel the strangest If no money exchanges I got these kids in ranges Believe them niggas brainless All they tote is stainless You just remain as Calm as possible, make the deal go thru If not, here`s 12 shots, we

[Notorious B.I.G.] Good evenin ladies and gentlemen How`s everybody doin tonite? I`d like to welcome to the stage, the lyrically acclaimed, ha I like this young man, because, when he came out he came out wit the phrase, he went from ashy to classy Ha, I like that So everybody in the house, give a wa

[Nas] Uh.. Pacino life, G a roll, casino dice at the Mirage, Vegas strip, neon lights Gamblers, puffin cigars, couples and stars Flashin cameras, dealers, shufflin cards Spent the weekend, already miss New York and it`s odd cause I`m the first to say it got too many hustlers who rob I never

Westside - TQ[Songtekst]
This is goin` out To the whole wide Westside Know what I`m sayin`? Yeah Break it down for me Steady Mobbin (Rock) rock on I was just a young boy livin` in the Up City Eastside Compton, G Back in the days when Ice Cube and Eazy Had every nigga talkin` `bout, Boy, you can`t fuck with me Remem

[Intro:] Yo? What`s up? Ay what`s up nigga? Guess what nigga? What? I done found them niggas. You done found `em? Fa sho. No shit? And guess where they at? Where they at? In yo hood. Oh it`s on. Nigga you need to get down here now. I`m on my way. What? They done shot yo baby momma, w

Uhhh! Yo Bus a Bus (yeah) Yo Bus a Bus (c`mon, c`mon) Yo Bus a Bus, (UHH) rockin to the beat (Flipmode motherfucker Flipmode y`all) Yo Bus a Bus (UHH, yeah yi-yeah yea) Yo Bus a Bus (ka-c`mon, ki-c`mon) Yo Bus a Bus, (UHH) rockin to the beat (Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yi-yeah yea) Floss time, Bust

Hey yo, what`s up man? Hey, yo you been here all day man Ya`ll been here every weekend man, I don`t ever get a chance to rap first man! That`s cause you whack! What?!? I ain`t whack nigga, I got some raps for all ya`ll Nigga my raps fresh, I`ma bust my raps first, you can bust yours after me if yo

For real, Yeah [Chorus] How ya gonna die? When ya die, nigga I`mma die a hustla I`mma die makin money How ya gonna die? When ya die, nigga I`mma die a hustla 4 real, yeah I`mma die a hustla I`m smokin weed and shit My baby mama keep sayin she don`t need this shit She said I ain`t doin not

[church bells ringing in background] In today's music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has just released another album under the alias Makaveli. Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist street dates, in fear of a wipeout in retail interchart movement. Although n