Ah yeah check it out gimme a D (D), gimme an I (I), gimme an S (S), gimme a C (C), gimme an O (Ooooooooooooh)
D.I.S.CO, D.I.S.C.O, D.I.S.C.O, D.I.S.C.O.
Once again here to prove who got styles and who got grooves,
who got rhythms that’ll make ya move so so rough but silky smooth.
Throw those hands high in the air, disco charge that derriere,
I don’t care you don’t care there’s a party goin’ on so let me make it clear,
woo haar hit that disco feel baby baby I’m for real, this roughnecks rockin
on the microphone it’s the roughneck you don’t wanna leave alone,
thats right from the waistline down this might sound cold but pound
for pound from Dover sands to ‘Frisco the whole wide world is rockin’ to disco

She is D, delirious
She is I, incredible
She is S, superficious
She is C, complicated
She is Ohh-oh-ohh

She is D, desirable
She is I, irresistible
She is S, super sexy
She is C, such a cutie
She is Ohh-oh-ohh

D.I.S.C.O, D.I.S.C.O, D.I.S.C.O, D.I.S.C.O.

Hell yeah late one friday night discotheque the vibe was right boy
meets girl, girl meets guy, guy thinks girl is looking fly, staring
this baby right between the eyes lays it on she says high girl wants
more but she’s shy guy be thinking girl is dry play it cool what the
heck hickies up and down and around my neck but I’m waitin’ for a
smoothie and I’m feelin’ kind a groovy. Then she says lets break out
and get a take out round my way and we can make out you how it’s
about to go, the whole wide world is in tune to my disco.

She is D, disastrous
She is I, impossible
She is S, super special
She is C, crazy crazy
She is Ohh-oh-ohh

She is D, delightful
She is I, incredible
She is S, sensational
She is C, sweet as candy
She is Ohh-oh-ohh

Ah yeah check it out gimme a D (D), gimme an I (I), gimme an S (S), gimme a C (C), gimme an O (Ooooooooooooh)

Back up in ya face to make the party wild we pulls another ace in
case you cannot comprehend n-trance and the killer whale be droppin’
bombs again it’s amazin’ how we do the funked up flavour from my
barbecue big poppy on the solo the whole wide world be rockin’ with my disco.

D.I.S.CO, D.I.S.C.O, D.I.S.C.O, D.I.S.C.O.
D.I.S.CO, D.I.S.C.O, D.I.S.C.O, D.I.S.C.O.
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D.I.Y., D.I.Y., D.I.Y., D.I.Y.
Don’t tell me what I will do, ‘cos I won’t.
Don’t tell me to believe in you, ‘cos I don’t.
Be on your guard, better hostile and hard, don’t risk affection;
Like flesh to the bone in the no-go zone,
You’re still looking for the Resurrection.
Come up to me with your “What did you say?”
And I’ll tell you, straight in the eye:

D.I.Y., D.I.Y., (etc.)

Everyone wants to be what he not, what he not.
Nobody happy with what he got, what he got.
You function like a dummy with a new ventriloquist,
Do you say nothing yourself?
Hanging like a thriller on the final twist,
Is it true you’re getting stuck on the shelf?
Come up to me with your “What did you say?”
And I’ll tell you, straight in the eye:

D.I.Y., D.I.Y., (etc.)

When things get so big, I don’t trust them at all,
You want some control, you’ve got to keep it small.

D.I.Y., D.I.Y., (etc.)
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[Styles P]
Holiday Styles
Bitch, I get you shot in the head or shot in the neck
if I ain’t gettin proper respect
I don’t care if you rap, I still spit in your grill
I don’t give a fuck, never have, never will
If it ain’t on your hip, then you’re lookin to die
I ain’t tryin to be the nigga that’s gonna look at the sky
Ask God why I’m broke, bitch, I’m cooking the pie
We all gon’ die, sooner or later, matter of time
My niggaz sell crack, with a package of dimes
Hundred or more, in front of the store, waitin to bubble
Brand new nine, and an eight in a bubble
I put sixteen above ya neck, I love my set
Niggaz think they a thug, then thug to death (uh-huh)
Cause the P gonna squeeze ’til no slugs is left (what)
You know I’m good with a hundred of ‘dro, gun and an O
You think your shit butter? Hop in front of this toast

[Sheik]
Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo
I say what I want, fuck what y’all think is cool
And I hate cops, cause most y’all was dicks in school
No pussy gettin niggaz tryin to cuff the God
Play Sheik out in the yard, but that shit too hard
My dough too long, nowadays, my flow too strong
What y’all make in a year, I kick that for a song
Check my car, I don’t care, I don’t play fair
Keep some shit in the stash box, then get me the chair
And it don’t buck shot and the blast is hard to hear
I’m a true thug nigga, bring it straight to your crew
Small yell when I rap, I’m basically talkin to you
You see the pain in my eye? Nigga, the flame in my eye?
I’m tryin to leave my kids some real fuckin change when I die
from rappin or tellin some cat to reach for the sky
I’m that hunt down nigga, with the four pound nigga
Bounty hunt your whole crew til my bullets go through, WHAT?

[Jadakiss]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
All I need is a big gun and a Coupe that’s crazy quick
A nice house with five rooms, maybe six
A town where money is coming, eighty bricks
Break ’em down to all twenties, is a crazy flip
Bet you never even felt the heat
til I put the M1 next to your waves and melt the grease
Streets help niggaz; niggaz don’t help the streets
Y’all use beats for help; we help the beats
Who want it with me? Who want it with Sheek? Who want it with P?
If I say so myself, it’s a wonderful three
Be in the hood with all your jewels in the glovebox
Same niggas that-a rob you love L.O.X. (uh)
All types of burners, even snub glocks (uh)
Nice size tecs you could carry in your sweats (uh)
Find your man dead in the trunk of a car (uh)
It’s Jada {*mwwaa*} responsible for breakin your heart (uh)
Uh

[Drag-On]
Creep through the streets
For some of y’all rappers, that’s mighty hard
Me the Security? Protectin my body? I let my shotty guard
Put chill pills in brains, bullets like Tylenol
Make niggaz drowsy from the blood loss, got em noddin off
And take casket naps, fuck that
You shoulda never let this bastard rap
All I know is cold winter, hot slugs through your snorkel
No parents, tale from my horror’s no morals
Raised in the wrong era, with no guidance
So you dyin? It’s no problem, no lyin
Drag’s fire; so ya hamburger beef? I french-fry ’em
Drag done ate your food
Like you know what razors do so guard your chin up
Drag barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble your skin. up
Drag scorch niggaz for dinner but season ’em well
I don’t brag I let the streets tell
Po’-po’ now you see he fell

[DMX] {*overlapping last line*}
Uh, uh, now you motherfuckers
know what my name means when you hear it in the streets (uh)
Y’all bitches fear it cause you weak
You wanna hear it? I make it speak (WHAT?)
You ain’t ever bust a gun, but there’s a lot of greasy talkin (uh-huh)
What the science behind that son? (I don’t know)
A lot of easy walkin
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Gangsta Boo talks

(Gangsta Boo)
What’d up nigga how you doing
Can you hit me on that late nite tip
Can we hook up somethin’ for yo’ tongue to touch my pussy lips
(Eat it)
Why not eat it can you feel me bursting full of joy
Can you feel me cummin’ like I’m runnin’ for the mayor boy
(Stoppin)
You be poppin’ game let me bang that pussy mane
You can get the keys to the Range
Boo it ain’t no thang
(Yeah)What I’m sayin’,naw I’m playin’,be for real dude
I ain’t trippin’ off ya fuckin’ car I’m a baller too
(Hit me)If you wanna hook up like we some major playas
Call me and I’ll see you later
Ah there goes my fuckin’ pager
Nigga what’s the dilly
Do you want me to step up to you
I be trippin’ how it is so easy to persuade you
Game you need plenty of look as if you were a scrub
I be wantin’ thuggy,thug love
You be none above
Cowards that devours now you know you need to get rid of that
Comin’ over Gangsta Boo house
Bet you’ll eat my cat

Chorus-2x
DJ Paul
Dick suckin’ hoe,nut suckin’ hoes
Hoes,hoes they ain’t nuthin’ but hoes
Gangsta Boo
Pussy eatin’ niggas,broke ass niggas
Niggas,niggas ain’t nuthin’ but niggas

(Juicy J)
Hangin’ on the corner wit’ my nigga P
Just across the street
Walkin’ up a freak
I heard her name Gretchen
Her pussy tight and gripping
Straight from the hood so we call her chicken
Lookin’ like her mother,smellin’ like her granny
Switchin’ wit’ a skirt
Never wearin’ panties
Said she want a friend to screw her at summer inn
Hydro weed and a case of henn
Take her to a room,next thing ya know
A nigga hit the do’ like he on that blow
I was havin’ fun tryin’ to get her tongue
Then he pulled a gun so I had to run
Call up on the boys smokin’ on the pound
Rolled through his hood left him in the ground
Make another stop house of the slut
Walked in the crib beat the bitch up

Chorus-2x

(Gangsta Boo)
Chillin’ in Miami
Where da bitch at
I’m layin’ back
Restin’ up to party a club where da stars at
You got that,don’t act like you don’t when you hit this
You know that,you licked on my pussy you trick bitch
So left bitch,you dig this my pimp shit is too thick
For me to be fuck with so fuck all that gossip
And watch this not topless but Boo bitch so sexy
God bless me,undress thee and open express thee
Lips of the pussy that got you niggas beggin’
(I)I don’t give a fuck about you guys(guys)
Like an evil spy(spy)
(Why)Why should it matter
(If)If we out together night
When you wanna eat some pussy
Are you gonna call me or not(call me or not)
I do not love’em though(though)
Ya’ll know how the story goes(goes)
You why the fuck I put you lames(lames)
I be a better hoe (hoe)
Hoeing for my bitches that be representin’
I got ya back(I got ya back)
Cause I be representin’
Real shit bring the chorus back

Chorus-6x

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(Bobby Braddock/Curley Putman)

Our little boy is four years old and quite a little man
So we spell out the words we don’t want him to understand
Like T-O-Y or maybe S-U-R-P-R-I-S-E
But the words we’re hiding from him now
Tear the heart right out of me.

Our D-I-V-O-R-C-E becomes final today
Me and little J-O-E will be goin’ away
I love you both and it will be pure H-E double L for me
Oh, I wish that we could stop this D-I-V-O-R-C-E.

Watch him smile, he thinks it Christmas
Or his 5th Birthday
And he thinks C-U-S-O-T-D-Y spells fun or play
I spell out all the hurtin’ words
And turn my head when I speak
‘Cause I can’t spell away this hurt
That’s drippin’ down my cheek.

Our D-I-V-O-R-C-E becomes final today
Me and little J-O-E will be goin’ away
I love you both and it will be pure H-E double L for me
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[Krazy]
Nigga this motherfuckin 504 shit deep
The South done hooked up with the East baby
The Colonel Master P, Terror, and I am Krazy
I’m thugged out Feel it

[Chorus]
Wuz up playah ya’ slick with that
Hundred G chain with the bracelet to match
Well check this out here wodie lay on the ground
For I show your clown ass how these hot balls sound, they goin’

Click Click blouh blouh Click Click blouh
Click Click blouh blouh Click Click blouh
Click Click blouh blouh Click Click blouh
Click Click blouh blouh that’s my style

[Terror]
Problem with Terror take it straight to gun
So we can keep it coporate give up your block and run
Too much paper here to try an’ count by ones
Whole head cross me, our hollow wall is young
For you haters on the streets tryin to measure my blow
If you see the new whip know to add nine o’s
Now I’m up to 2 bricks or 72 o’s
If you counting by the whips then it’s 8 different flopes
I’m heavy lover whether diamonds or broads
Heavy lover whether cocaine or cars
And what I hop in, its my option
To shift your mass put chronic in your dash

[Chorus]

[Master P]
Now if its on put the dope in the bag baby
You come short I’m gon’ bust yo’ ass baby
The neighborhood dope man fool yeah that’s me
I’m out that 5-0-4 to that C-P-3
Give me an ounce and I’m gon flip it to a brick nigga
You got my scratch–you snitch then you a bitch nigga
Hit the pen you probably gon’ be a missed nigga
So here’s some prop for your motherfuckin tiss nigga

[Krazy]
Imagine all the bricks in the projects was made of cocaine
I’d be richest young nigga in this rap game
All my money come in arm of trucks
More cars more houses more hoes to fuck
You wasn’t worried when I was local nigga, I’m world wide
You niggas can’t take it, You petrified
The let me loose out that I reveal, Thuggin wit P
It’s No Limit until I die yall can’t fuck wit me

[Chorus]
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Straight as an arrow
Defect defect
Not straight, not so straight
Reject reject
Towards anti-social
Solo solo
Standing on the stairs
Cold, cold morning
Ghostly image of fear
Mayday mayday
Gonna leave this region
They’ll take me with them

Dimension seven

Straight as an arrow
Defect defect
Not straight, not so straight
Reject reject
Towards anti-social
Solo solo (Alt: So dumb, so dumb)

Dimension seven (x7)

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I’m back on the street wit’ heat, oh glorious hood
Only two months in, Damn my lawyers good
Ten bricks and a body that’s lickin rich
Tell the DA, fly fuckin’ witnesses
Sittin’ in the cell, I could just vomit
That’s word to Elaja Mohammed, became wiser the prophet
Gods not I, I time my guy, I don’t hate to see the boys
(Why)cuz the tapes can be destroyed
They on the beat walkin, in my socks searchin me
It’s not hurtin me, most cops work for me
Yo where Qweed, what up ma huh what
where D at, damn yo we need that
Yo yo, my earnin’ in question, I’m burnin’ and sweatin’
You knowin’ jail turn me depressant, I ain’t learnin my lesson
You just a dumb spouse, I ain’t gone run him out
I know where to find D rugs over Un’s house

(talking)
Get the Fuck off me, I’m goin to Un house
Get the fuck off me

Verse 2:
Yo, I knocked on the door, yo yo how it’s lookin Un
You seen d rugs, yeah I was cookin him
I ran to the kitchen, Oh my God damn look at him
What’s the problem with him Un, yo he lookin slim
What you ain’t feed him right, what’s wrong he ain’t eatin right
You fuckin wit’ him that’s why you sneezin’ right
What you mean duke, wit’ d rugs ya ass will get a mean tooth
You lookin like a fiend to
But he made me cheddar, I’ll take him to the death wit’ me
He felt the same, so the nigga left wit me
Now we back, and dealin’ in hoods
Reunited and it feel so good
Fiends comin thru in fleeces and sweaters,
Increasin my cheddar Happy just to see us together
Now we round up new click, competition too sick
D rugs left blue six, woooo shit


Verse 3:
It’s like I’m born to rock on the block, still clockin
Me and D rugs hug but they still watchin, Lil hot chick
She said man keep them mills poppin,
The only way to keep you in they got to kill Cochran
But he mixed business and pleasure he get to me
And I’m a Geto Boy my mind playin tricks on me
Optional, ay yo he still fuck wit ya moms
Naw man that’s impossible, Yo I heard she left the hospital
So I stepped to ’em both, needless to lie
My mother told me naw Cam chill he was prescribed
She got to take him twice a day to keep her alive
And I’m sittin’ here shocked yo, rain don’t stop yo
What’s that the lots yo, who that the cops yo
Female Tahoe, connect wit the Brosco
Fuck a hard case, I’m from a mob race
Why does this fuckin’ feel like the end of Scarface
I’mma sucha sober, flip d rugs up to smell the odor
Told him, he fucked us over
Then popped girl, to my mother, told her I love her
Plugged her, now only God can judge her
Now after this tragedy, d rugs laughed at me
He was here way before, and he’ll be here after me
Now here come the cops and the whole fuckin’ calvary
Snorted d rugs and had them niggaz blast at me

(Gunshots)
You can’t kill me, I’m a fuckin killa you can’t kill me
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[Cam’ron]
This song is about young children
who live in single family homes and
their mother or father chooses their
boyfriend or girlfriend over you. Remember
parents kids don’t ask to be born. So I’m tell this
story and it starts back in ’88.
Yo this nigga named d rugs
My moms dates him
Swear to God I hate him
If I could I would break him
When he comes around her brain sizzles like a Steakum
Damn can’t jakes take him
She neglected me
Run around with this punk nigga recklessly
Had him in her tounge
Guess she was in ectasy
For her love
Took the best of me
O-d’d excessively
That’s her boyfriend
Or her toyfriend see
Let me specify
The last man
Took the money
Left the guy
Desert dry
And gave it to d-rugs
He kept her high
Runnin around
He’s a facial
Smelled like a fragrance
She sniffed it in her nasal
Beggin her to listen
I told her he ain’t faithful
Fuckin wit Aunt Rachel
Ya’ll so dumb
Makin me look disgraceful
He got a girl named Hazel
And another white one
But wit him
he ain’t racial
[Chorus]
I’m your mother
I’m your daddy
I’m that nigga
In the alley
I’m your doctor
When in need
I’m your Coke
I’m your Weed
You know me
I’m your friend
Your main boy
Thick and thin
I’m that monster in your dreams
For my love
You will feen.
[Cam’ron]
What the deal dun?
It’s ’91
Moms still strung
On this nigga d-rugs
His game’s tight
Every night she tries to go pursue him
Then she screws him
But my man Un knew him
Schooled me to him
Said he got mad hoes
He used to pimp him
Said he can get you mad doe
What you mean?
He just ain’t wit your mother
He’s got other partners
He’s a foreigner though
The cops don’t like
Illegal alien
Can’t even say his name on the phone
But you can get money with him
Then leave him alone
Or you’ll be inside the new cuffs
Plus a news rush
Said some more about him
Then he introduced us
Took me to the block where everybody get him off
Showed me his clientele
Ever since–Hit it off
He was right
D-rugs got dumb freaks
Men and women love him
Got him 10 grand in one week.
Chorus
[Cam’ron]
Now it’s 98
D-rugs, he payed me well
500 S-E-L
Got me land in A-T-L
It’s all swell
Way before a felony
But now that we together
It seems that moms in jealous
Cause he wit me now
And everyone time I g him
But when it comes to her
She even pay to see him
Eh yo, money excites me
But my niggas on the block
They got shysty
Cause I’m wit d-rugs
They don’t like me
Tried to snipe me
Right before the damn feds had indicted
And my mother
Her nostrils wide
Too much of d-rugs left her hospitalized
We both was arrested
Stars of the block
Her by cardiac
Me by the cops
But for my mother
Man there’s nothin but love
But that’s what we get–Fuckin wit Drugs.
[Chorus]






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There’s someone that I care for
Gee, the one I need is you
A chum who’s always there for me
If skies are grey or blue
Your precious little picture
Is a fixture in this frame
I love to sit and stare at it
And softly spell your name

D means you’re delightful and delicious and so dear
U says I’m undone by what you do
C is for the cute way that you squeak into my ear
K is for the kick I get from you
I, I’ll be there if you’re in hot water
E you’re extra-special to the end
Put them altogether, they spell DU-UUU-CKIE
Rubber duckie, I’m so lucky you’re my friend

spoken: So rubber duckie, that’s a great picture of you. (squeak, squeak)
Yeah, you like the song? (squeak, squeak)

D means you’re delightful and delicious and so dear
U says I’m undone by what you do
C is for the cute way that you squeak into my ear
K is for the kick I get from you
I, I’ll be there if you’re in hot water
E you’re extra-special to the end
Put them altogether, they spell DU-UUUUUUU-CKIE
Rubber duckie, I’m so lucky you’re my friend

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