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Foxy Brown - The Promise Foxy]Uhh, uh-huh, Firm [Havoc] Infamous [Foxy]The Brook-lyn, Q-B *chorus* [Foxy]My mind is the drama, that got me lookin back [both]constant [Foxy]Some Don shit, Foxy, get ready to [both]bomb shit [Foxy]Blink a eye, missed the comment The calmest, it`s not

Intro/Chorus We got the jazz [X4] Verse One: Q-Tip Stern firm and young with a laid-back tongue The aim is to succeed and achieve at 21 Just like Ringling Brothers, I'll daze and astound Captivate the mass, cause the prose is profound Do it for the strong, we do it for the meek

Lily Allen[Artiest]
Lily Rose Beatrice Allen (Hammersmith, 2 mei 1985) is een popartiest uit het Verenigd Koninkrijk. Ze brak in 2006 door met de single Smile. Ze is de dochter van Keith Allen en Allison Owen. Lily is naar dertien verschillende scholen geweest en toen ze op haar 14e naar de kostschool moest, liep ze w

Yes. Yes. My lil shortys gonna be a thug. Father like son, like son like dad. My family all into makin this cash. Shorty's gonna be a thug. Like father, like son, like son, like dad. My family's all into makin this cash. My lil, shortys gonna be a thug. Like father, like son, like son, like

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[Intro: Messy Mya] What happened at the New Wil’ins? Bitch, I'm back by popular demand [Refrain: Beyoncé] Y'all haters corny with that Illuminati mess Paparazzi, catch my fly, and my cocky fresh I'm so reckless when I rock my Givenchy dress (stylin') I'm so possessive so I rock his Roc necklaces

Bad Boy We ain't gon' stop Now it's Sean on the hot track, melt like it's hot wax Put it out, all the stores, bet you could shop that (That's right) Leave a nigga with a hot hat Fronting like Bad Boy ain't got tracks, nigga, stop that There's no guy slicker than this young fly nigga Nickel-nine nig

C'mon, man And with the local DBC news LL Cool J with a triumphant comeback Word (But tonight—) Don't call it a comeback, I been here for years I'm rocking my peers, putting suckas in fear Making the tears rain down like a monsoon Listen to the bass go boom Explosions, overpowering Over the compe

Woah Woah, woah, woah Ay Starin' at your dress, cause it's see-through, yeah Talkin' all the shit that you done been through, yeah Say that you a lesbian, girl, me too, ay Girls want girls where I'm from Wait, whoa, yeah, girls want girls, whoa Yeah, whoa, yeah, girls want girls where I'm from Oh,

Notorious B.I.G. f/ Mark Curry, Snoop Dogg & Busta Rhymes [Notorious B.I.G.] Yeah, ninety-six, for my Nordstrom Ave niggaz My Fulton Street niggaz (hardcore for ninety-six) Dangerous MC's.. Uhh (check it out) uhh Diamonds on my neck, chrome drop-top Chillin on the scene, smokin pou

Mobb life mutha fucka! (It's Mobbin life) Eh man is this that Blunt Funk? (That One Step Beyond bombation shit) Yeah. (You know what I'm sayin'? 3 Times mutha fuckin' Krazy nigga! Where the fuckin' money?! Where the fuckin' money nigga?! (Blunt Funk entertainment. You know what I'm sayin'

{Pace Won} Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what? Outz in the area tearing things up Crush your chick, touch your trick, what? Outz in the area tearing things up (Sing it with me!) Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what? Outz in the area tearing things up Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?

Mm-hmm, ye-yeah.. [Twista] Here come a bitch with the fly puss`, and a nigga with the fly dick In the Mickey and Mallory mode, rollin through the streets on 24`s On krunk screamin, "Die bitch!" Bout to shut yo` shit down, anybody that opposes to payin us a fee false If the straps don`t

[Big Boi] Some of that uh, LTD Lincoln Town Car Some of that El Dorado funk, know what I`m talking about Gangsta Shit, you know, lay back, cool out, yeah You know we keep it crunk around here, A-town style Getting head on the highways yeah, but this what I wanna know [Hook] Do you really wanna

[Mannie Fresh] You need a hot one I got one now take it and bend it Shake it down, break it down, with me and a friend Biggity bounce, slide, ride, work that cat to the right Push it down, push it up - boom, you dynamite Lick it up like ice cream, nigga you know her She make me bow bow bow bow

Asshole ha ha ha [Verse 1] I`m obnoxious, motherfucker can`t you tell? run through Little Havannah yelling: `Viva Fidel` jerking off at the sheets when I stay at hotels drinking bacardi at AA meetings, smoking a L I`m broke as hell my attitude is no good like working for white people after

Sheila - Jamie T[Songtekst]
Sheila goes out with her mate stella, it gets poured all over her fella, cos she's says, man he ain't no better Than the next man kicking up fuss drunk, She stumbles down by a river Screams calling London, None of us heard her coming, I guess the carpet weren't rolled out (Oh when my love, my darli

[ JED ] Nigga what's up What? What's yo muthafuckin problem? - Better than sayin jack They let me go Yo muthafucka, I don't wanna hear that weak shit - Nigga what? Fuck that, I don't wanna hear that weak shit, you old rat-infested goverment informant cheese-eatin ass son of a bitch! You be

[Intro] You just popped in the Kanye West Get right for the summer workout tape And ladies if you follow these instructions exactly you might bear to pull you a rapper, a NBA player Man, at least a dude wit' a car So first of all we gon' work on the stomach Nobody wants a little tight ass!

Nelly- Where they at (8X) (Chorus) If you wanna go and take a ride wit me We three-wheelin in the fo` with the gold D`s Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!) If you wanna go and get high wit me Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-y Oh why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money!)

I used to tell her keep her hands up off my hat, But now she think she got it like that, I used to tell her keep her hands up off my hat, Mmm I think she think she got it like that, Baby you could wear my hat, Just make sure you give it back, Baby you could wear my hat, If you got somethin' to matc

ladies and gents sorry to keep ya’ll waiting this goes out to everybody still hating for those that fake / ya’ll can keep on fakin’ i’m cooking a plate for you to stick your whole face in tastes good don’t it cousin? just so you know it’s nothin’ i get you buggin’ like some codiene

It's the king representing once more, you understand When people see me on Bankhead man on four star point Yelling, screaming and waving I don't wanna roll over no toes in my Rolls You just back up let a pimp pass through you dig? Baby better double Arthur Burger Every time I see shorty Where your

Liffy Stokes- It`s like I got the 4-4 cocked On the block in it two door dropped And my spot is keepin` but hot The pussy-ass cop throw some murder in the lot My nigga got popped with a bullet that was meant for me The adapt by T`s and B`s and the regencies Fuck what the reason be, I`ma start

Yeah...ha ha ha (BANG!), Yeah, Bizarre Kid comin' at you Eminem and Fuzz, and Mr. Swifty, ha ha No one's iller than me (wha?) No one, no one is iller than me No one is iller than me It's Mr. Swifty from the 313... [Swift] I make rappers wanna turn into singers I keep hoes lickin' they finger

[2x] La la la la la La la la la la La la la la la la la la la la la [Chorus] [3x in the background] La la la la la La la la la la La la la la la la la la la la la We be like They be like And everybody's feelin' right singin' They singin' We singin' That's how we do it all night lik

Aye..aye..aye..aye..aye.. What you know about that? What you know about that? What you know about that? Aye... don't you know I got key by the three when I chirp shawty chirp back Louis nap sack where I hold'n all tha work at What you know about that? What you know about that? What you

Bonafide Hustler 50 Cent: Yeah, I'm A Special Kinda Nigga With Mine's I Grind, I Get's Paper, You Know What I Mean? Hahaha I'm A Bonafide Hustler, Nigga Get Outta Line I'll Cut Ya' Me, I'm 'Bout My Paper, It's Fuck Ya' If You Play Games With Mine, I'll Come At You From Behind With My N

[Lil` Kim] .. My Aunt Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets Told me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets Even though I`m her niece, she copped me a piece Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the salister What? She don`t know I like my guns pretty? Like my boy Pastor Troy with the twin

Artist: The Game Song: 300 Bars & Runnin' Lyrics: [Intro] My mama took me to Sam Goody's I wanted to buy a 50 Cent CD I took that shit home That shit was wack like a motherfucker Don't fuck with Game I like 50 Cent He reminds me Spongebob And Tony Yayo is Blues Clues And Lloyd Bank

INTRO] My mama took me to Sam Goody's I wanted to buy a 50 Cent CD I took that shit home That shit was wack like a mutha****a Don't **** with Game I like 50 Cent He reminds me Spongebob And Tony Yayo is Blues Clues And Lloyd Banks is Dora the Explorer They're my friends Psych

Lyrics: Way back when I was just a little bitty boy living in a box under the stairs in the corner of the basement half a block down the street from Jerry's Bait shop You know the place well anyway, back then life was going swell and everything was just peachy Except, of course, for the unde

Haha, heh, last time for the mobsta Get up in here and do our thang, heh That`s how we gon` do Hahahaha Twista- Get down to the club Chokin` on sticky and everything was loved, oh yeah Look here now Then on came the lights, hey All the niggas and bitches in the party was feelin` high Liffy

"Colllld.. asss.. iiiiice; you know that you are Colllld.. asss.. iiiiice; you're cold as ice for me! Colllld.. asss.. iiiiice.." Yeah, hahaahaha, OHHHH SHIT! {"You're as pussy as ice"} YEAH!! {"You're willing to sacrifice"} Word the fuck UP! {"Yu're as cold

Now (now) Ready for wylin' my niggas Let's set it like we on an island my niggas I'm with it (What what what what) Yo My clique startle bitches With a remarkable sparkle For my bitches with me (What what what what) You know we stay dumb And keep shop running Just the like the 24-hour deli