uh, uh, yeah, uh-huh
yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 1]
Yo, I ain’t got no reason to trick or spend
Mami, I’m the reason the chicks begin cheesein’ and snickerin’
Playa like me? every season these chicks have been
Talkin’ how I came through the P’s in a sicker benz
Heard about the platinum visas the bricker bends
Jewels so icey I need freezers to sitck ’em in
I be’s in the keys wit a click of friends
Trees and a liquor blend, I be too queezy and sick to grin
I dont care if a skeezer is thick or thin
It’s gon’ look like she havin’ a seizure I stick it in
Skeos say “can I get the keys to ya six again?”
After I nut, that’s when amnesia be kickin’ in
Most broads I done met, ain’t see a guy
Who spend a G on gucci T’s, five for sweats
I’m what chicks strive to get, I stay in the P.J’s
You thinkin (?) i’m talkin’ pivate jets, uh

[Chorus]
I need the cash in my palm, the ice in my charm – ma’ be easy
(Watch it, please)
Wanna lean to the side while I cruise in your ride – ma’ be easy
(Put down that cheese)
Gotta have a broad wantin’ and let me hold somethin’ – ma’ be easy
(You get nothin’ from me)
You get NOTHIN!

[Verse 2]
So the kid never stresses a female
And if you ask where I live they gon’ give you
addresses to e-mail
All that cops can suggest is that he sell
How I’m gon’ push it unless it’s a v-12
From S’s to CL’s, I request is (?)
In the head rests his t.v’s dwell
They heard how many albums I presses for retail
And they can’t get a dime unless it’s a weed sale
And lets be real, catch me at the bar wit them crispy bills
Gettin Cris’ re-fills, my wrist be chilled
And my wardrobe look like I got an Ice Berg History deal
Still dames have been givin me slow neck
And I don’t even know what they real names have been
I feel ashamed to spend, ’cause when it comes to knockin’ ’em down
I’m right behind Wilt Chamberlin

[chorus]

Ma you musta had too many weed totes
‘Cause I ain’t givin’ you any weed totes
I’m all about floatin’ on them new skinny speed boats
Hundred and somthin wit two skinny deep throats
Winter hit, I’m in a new finny ski coats
See the screens? ain’t gotta use any remotes
No more shoppin’ sprees I’m rough wit the ends
Keep honeys on their knees, scuffin’ they shins
I deal wit nothin but tens
I be the club king wit diamonds shuffling your friends
Chickens get keys, scuffin the benz
Cause they wanna lock me down like I’m Puff in the pens
Snatch any chink blond who feel my link longview
(One try) I ain’t tryin to put clinks on you
Hope trickin ain’n one of the things you think John do
Cause thats the way you end up wit a drink on you mami

[Chorus]

Desnuda eres tan simple como una de tus manos,
lisa, terrestre, minima, redonda, transparente,
tienes lineas de luna, caminos de manzana,
desnuda eres delgada como el trigo desnudo.

Desnuda eres azul como la noche en Cuba,
tienes enredaderas y estrellas en el pelo,
desnuda eres enorme y amarilla
como el verano en una iglesia de oro.

Desnuda eres pequena como una de tus unas,
curva, sutil, rosada hasta que nace el dia
y te metes en el subterraneo de mundo

como en un largo tunel de trajes de trabajos:
tu claridad se apaga, se viste, se deshoja
y otra vez vuelve a ser una mano desnuda

[Pharell]
I wanna love you girl
Just wanna love you girl
Please let me love you girl
Just wanna love you girl
C’mon, I wanna love you girl
Just wanna love you girl
Let me love you girl
Let me…

[Malice]
When we met I was talkin’ that game
Parkin’ that thang
Since then between us
A lot of things changed
Now it’s like the world got a whole different name
I can’t stop chics from sayin’ my name
Most of it’s lies,
If not, don’t be surprised
You knew I was ballin’ when I met you
But really, I started layin’ low just to net you
I’m raw as hell yet can’t deny that you special
These girls can’t either
Winter, his and her Vivas
Summer, his and her Louie sneakers
You don’t think that bother people
Guess again you even need to check your friends
Sayin that I cheat
Right, maybe with my heat
Got a pearl handled chrome thing that I call Sweets
I greet wit her, creep wit her, even eat wit her
Late nights under my sheets, yeah I sleep with her
But thats it

Chorus:
[Pusha T + Malice with Faith Evans] (Faith)
Look
Ma, I don’t love her
Don’t listen to her words
She tryin’ to split us as lovebirds
But that’s not it
Now you see me buyin’ her whips and shit (No)
You see me sendin’ her on trips and shit (No)
If the answers no don’t forget (How’s she know you then)
I don’t know

[Pusha T]
If I don’t know I don’t know, lets not go that road
I don’t know who she is, don’t care who told
Look stop flippin’, no need to explode
I seen the number in the pager, I don’t know that code
In the streets too much, c’mon, that’s absurd
Gettin’ no complaints when I be flippin’ them birds
Your girls just talk ’bout this that and the third
Believe half what you see none of what you heard
You askin’ me who’s her I’m askin’ who’s mink fur
With that rock on her hand makin’ their eyes blurred
Could that be you plus who cop every gem
Who spend like I spend, then act like it then
Got the dream home and we settled in it
Our lives too perfect that’s why they meddle in it
Now, just chalk it up as just part of the game
You know who I’m about, who got part of my name?

Chorus

[Faith] (Malice)
Do you love me babe (Sho’ you right)
You thinkin’ of me babe (Well atleast tonight)
I bet you’d tell me anything (Yea thats right)
Just to be with me (Yep and tonight’s the night)
(2X)

[Pusha T]
I’m not most men my heart truer than theirs
Of course your girls hate, our whips newer than theirs
We hardly fight, arguements way fewer than theirs
Even down to the ice, look, bluer than theirs
What they gonna tell us about us, Huh?
What they talk ’bout without us, Huh?
The envy got ’em speakin loosely
Tell ’em walk in your shoes
But first let ’em know they Gucci

[Malice]
And even if I did twist her
I promise I didn’t kiss her
Won’t shit touchy feely
Grudge on the floor like mister did the silly
No respect shown
My homies laugh while she talk dirty on the speaker phone
Now don’t you start
I spared your heart
If you ain’t see it I didn’t do it
Ain’t I played my part?
Bricks chics whips chips, that just go with the grind
What else do you want from me, to say it, fine

Chorus

[Faith] (Malice) (*with Pharell’s verse in background*)
Do you love me babe (Sho’ you right)
You thinkin of me babe (Well atleast tonight)
I bet you’d tell me anything (Yea thats right)
Just to be with me (Yep and tonight’s the night)
(2X)

[Faith singing]

[Faith, Pusha T + Malice]
That’s not it

Oggi non ho voglia di patate
ogni sfizio non c?? pi?, ogni sfizio non c?? pi??
tanto per gradire, qualque briciola?
ma lo sfizio non c?? pi?, ma lo sfizio non c?? pi??
Mangiar dovresti, ammazza stu penziere,
carne arrosto ? carib?, carne arrosto ? carib??
va?bbuono nu bicchiere ? vino niro??
? per non penzarci pi?, ? per non penzarci cchi??
Ma si t?a vo?scurda?, a ?mmare jettate,
libero pensatore, lassa ffa??
Quell?odalisca tua, sorrisi e frottole,
miezz?e?damaschi e sete lassa sta??
nuotando rapido con occhio critico
guardala suspira?questa citta??
Sinno?c?arritruvamme a?ccapo e?ddodici:
nun te la sai scurda?,nun te la scuorde cchi?
nun te la sai scurda?,nun te la scuorde cchi??
Chilla tiene e? sguarde trasugnate
fa l?indiana, o su per gi?
fa l?indiana, o su per gi??
A niente pienza, e ci? ? ineducato,
non ? indizio di virt?
non ? indizio di virt??
potremmo definirla una smargiassa,
s?, ma tientelo per te
s?, ma tientelo per te?
Ma forse ? appropriato dire catastrofe,
giusto, giusto, sient?amme
giusto, giusto, sient?amme?
?
Giocando a bridge, ti vedo arrante?
distrattamente ti muovi tu?
neh, si t?a vo? scurd? ?parole e?mmusica?
a?mmare jettate, nunne parlamme ?cchi?
a?mmare jettate, nunne parlamme ?cchi??!

a volte ? fulmine in mezzo al cielo
quando ? amore a bruciapelo
ma sulla bocca del vento
non rimane che un momento
e quando non si fa capire
? un universo tutto ancora da scoprire
a volte ? un angolo di paradiso
quando ? amore condiviso
ma se tradisce chi sogna
pu? diventare un po’ carogna
a volte ? cos? vibrante
che al confronto niente al mondo ? pi? importante
ma che bello questo amore che ti prende
che gasa se ce l’hai
che a casa pi? non vai
che senza non ci stai
questa carica interiore che si accende
se solo penso che
stanotte stai con me
stanotte stai con me
guardami
tu mi hai visto mai cos?
ma che bello questo amore
troppo bello questo amore qui
a volte agisce di nascosto
quando ? amore ad ogni costo
e nelle notti di ghiaccio
si pu? sciogliere in un abbraccio
a volte ? cos? evidente
che non gli importa di mostrarsi alla gente
ma che bello questo amore ad ogni modo
per quello che ti da
per l’impeto che ha
? la miccia nel mio cuore quando esplodo
di contentezza se
tanotte stai con me
stanotte stai con me
guardami
tu mi hai visto mai cos?
ma che bello questo amore
troppo bello questo amore qui

KRS One representing Ma 6T va Crack er
Cercle Rouge KRS One
Droppin on em like this
Pick it up pick it up
You know what time it is when KRS One comes through
Representing all true hip hop culture
You know how we do

How can they throw you in prison now for long years
If in reality the black man doesn’t belong here
Have you forgotten how we got to this place
Why then are all the jails predominantly the black race
If you dont teach me my culture I dont know who I am
I dont know the difference between my enemy and my friend
So I’m robbin and killin I got nothing to live for
You turn my father into a boy my mother into a whore
Now I’m hardcore on the Ave
Watching while people that got me to walk fast
After beatin us, rapin us and robbin us
400 years of that’s what’s inside of us
Take a look at me now I’m really your creation
A technological anti-human mutation
A mutation of a better way of life
You first pulled the knife but to heal it will take my whole life
I fought no force on this level
I listen to bass and treble
Thinking that the white man is the devil
Cause who could be so cruel like this
So heartless, so senseless
But I’m taught by the devil
To grow up and be a Devil
To do the same devilish things on another level
However when I act out the mission
You turn around and throw me in prison
You a sucker

Chorus: KRS-One

If you come from France
and you like the breakdance say OHOH (OHOH)
And If you come from New York
and you like the way I talk say Yeah (Yeah)

You can kill a man by taking him out of his land
And putting him in a land he really doesnt understand
Then teach him to respect Greek mythology like
Pythagorus, Ptolomies, Socrates
These people are thieves
They stole us astronomy, mathematics, all tactics of biology
Even the concept of democracy stolen from the king Akhanoton
Put down the book, use your brain
If you dont know who you are you are clinically insane
The board of education cant see that
Well it deserves to get beaten and robbed by black
Give me my frame of mind back
Give me my culture
But you dont understand that cause you a sucker

Chorus

I see Beauval in the house, Collinet in the house
Sarcelles in the house, Cercle Rouge in the house
KRS-One rocks the mike without a doubt
Turning parties out
You know what I am about
Cause we will be here forever I told you
Soldier floods your mind like Noah
As you get older you’ve got to pay attention
At how you livin hardcore
You aint a kid anymore grow up, to blow up the spot you’re at
Learn the skill and go to the top of that
Cercle Rouge definitely rockin in rap
KRS-One I got your back

Chorus

KRS-One with the freestyle rhyme
Representing Cercle Rouge in France
All the graffiti artists
we like to breakdance to the MC yes you know that’s me
KRS-One down with the BDP
From way back you know we take it like that
Kenny P and Zizwe, Will-Dee, gods of rap
We do it like this, do it like that

at a thousand hours an hour
i passed through the zombie towns
that eat the land & spit it out on the
M1

Just chaos!


Maybe he liked to brag
did he invent himself
he lives till the ond of time


oh m&nchhausen was a son of a gun
he had his share of wild adventures
he rode the cannonball like no other man
and pulled himself up in the air


just chaos!


whether he liked to brag
he lives till the end of time
with his immortal lies


oh m&nchhausen took a trip to the moon
and beat the sultan and his navy
with a company containing just five
he gunned them down just by himself


such a special man baron m&nchhausen
he spread chaos around the world


just chaos!
maybe he liked…

You and I should get away for awhile
I just want to be alone with your smile
Buy some candy and cigarettes and we’ll get in my car
We’ll blast the stereo and we’ll drive to Madagascar


Because when I’m with you there’s nothing I wouldn’t do
I just want to be your only one
I’m grasping out at straws thinking back to what I saw
That night on the floor when we were all alone

My love life was getting so bland
There are only so many ways I can make love with my hand
Sometimes it makes me want to laugh
Sometimes I want to take my toaster in the bath


Because when I’m with you there’s nothing I wouldn’t do
I just want to be your only one
I’m grasping out at straws thinking back to what I saw
That night on the floor when we were all alone


Who’s gonna be the odd man out?
I don’t want to be the odd man out
Is this going to be the end
Or are you going to be my new girlfriend?

[Chorus 2X: 2Pac]
M.O.B., nigga ’cause we mob on you tricks
and you know we keep it money over bitches

[2Pac]
Thugs known to bust on sight
God bless my crazy life la vida loca homie livin that thug life
Been raised in violence homicide’s my lullaby
Came with the homies and learned to kick it until we die
Boss players you wonder why
I live the life of a ghetto kingpin, just let me ride
Bitches and niggaz in penitentary suits
I send ’em letters and money orders and make ’em my troops
As for you females, I got no time, I gotta get mine
You cannot blind me addicted to a life of crime
My time as shorty was full of car chases
While runnin with John Gotti’s and Scarface’s
Niggas knew, I’d be the Don in my own crew
A million niggaz with automatics who swarm through
You wonder who shot me here’s a clue, stay alert
Cause we comin’ for you, and keep it money over bitches

[Chorus] w/ ad libs

[Fatal]
I blow you up on the spot, these glocks hot ’til you drop
All you wannabe cops, you don’t wanna see shots
I beef deep with the police peep what these streets do to me
Actin all new to me I creep on you like puberty
You don’t wanna see the bad image of this scrimmage
From here to East Greenwich through every state with a sentence
Frozen weight in the cooter, ten plates to soup ya
1 2’s we oughta cruise right by the state troopers
When I’m drinkin Cristal, start thinkin ’bout Al
Bacardi coverin my body at the wink and a smile
Bag a hottie or two, cause butter shotties for you
I got more bodies then Drew, I drink Mynotti on New, fuck your crew
This type of shit I do for a petty hobby
Fuck the world it’s Fatal dog against everybody

[Chorus]

[Mopreme]
My shit’s phenomenal, droppin like domino
Comin with the real yo and fuck what you feel yo
This is not for all the freaks in short skirts
This is for my niggaz nationwide doin work, get your feelings hurt
Lose mo’ faith than a composure, money and the doja
Bitches is a cobra with deadly venom
Move as smooth as I get ’em, stackin G’s
My niggas crosstown got ki’s
Hoes get diseased and fleas, for these enemies money over bitches
(Nigga!)

[Chorus]

[Big Syke]
I’m hittin sixteen switches, my money over bitches
The struggle continues I’ll miss you on my road to riches
I’m contribed to strive never laggin
Disappear in the night with my 64 dragon, rag flaggin
As I get ’em up and leave ’em stuck
Pager blowin up but I don’t give a fuck
I’m fully stocked on the block, pockets full of rocks sellin
Loc’ers and smokers engaged twenty-fo’/seven
So what can you do for me and what can I do for you
But stay true, and do the things that we do
Blinded evil-minded no option for my offspring
Reminded can’t find it complications what the future brings
Losin my mind why you sweatin me all the time
I’m caught in a bind, quality time on my grind
Rather be lonely honey and dodge you like snitches
I’m ’bout my riches, money over bitches

[Chorus]

[E.D.I.]
That’s from the time a nigga close his eyes I’m hopin, I hope he awoken
Payin my own that’s tokin chokin off-a glocks smokin
Money and power watch these bitches cause they skanless
Gettin niggaz fucked ‘n stuck from Timbuk’ to Los Angeles
Ain’t a nigga ruggeder than this grimy Heine’ guzzler
Cowards better duck before my calibers start rubbin ya
Me and my troops play blocks in groups, runnin in flocks
Deuce-deuce in my socks keepin a watch out for cops
Gettin kicked, I keep my mind on my riches
While uncontrolled schemes keep me choosin my money over all my bitches

[Chorus] – 2X

[2Pac]
That’s right nigga
Money over motherfuckin bitches
M.O.B. on ’em nigga
Keep your motherfuckin mind on your money, fuck thes