First Verse [Juvenile]:
You gone take them 5? Or you gone take them to the trial?
And go get denied?
By that probation and you just got, caught with that fry
That alibi ain’t gone work,
Ain’t it somethin’ how them niggas from out that three be doin’ that dirt?
Score a quarter from oh-oh, rock it up by four-four,
Then you can go in them hallways and smoke that fire all day
Shhhh….be quiet,
Tonight is the night that we ride,
Thirty camoflauge hummers with niggas inside
With choppers, doin’, surgery on bodies like head doctors
Be quiet, cuz they mad tonight, we gone act a ass tonight,
I’ma take a body to that project for a sacrifice,
That Calliope got that dope for less,
Fuck around that bitch if you want, and get left,
Brains hangin’ off the steps, people cryin’,
Second line, T-shirtin’, feet hurtin’ from all of that twerkin’
Chorus [???]:
Calliope thug
3rd Ward Solja
Melphanine thug
3rd Ward Solja
P-S-E thugs
3rd Ward Solja
Wild Magnolia
3rd Ward Solja
Second Verse [Juvenile]:
I’m an optimal smokin’, chopper totin’,
Bustin’ caps wide open,
Top of line coatin’, reebok sportin’,
Expedition corner spender,
Big fine woman bender, put the weight in the blender
Got big bags by rillas,
Shiesty like a splinter, and empty out the braids in the center,
U.P.T. fader remember,
Follow me, follow me,
Follow me now bitches we be some Hot Boys…
Run up on the 3 and you will get stopped boy
Follow me now bitches we be some Hot Boys…
Run up on the 3 and you will get stopped boy
Follow me now bitches we be some Hot Boys…
Run up on P-S-E and you will get stopped boy
Follow me now bitches we be some Hot Boys…
Run up on the third and you will get stopped boy
Follow me now bitches we be some Hot Boys…
Run up on the U and you will get stopped boy
Chorus
Third Verse [Manny Fresh & Magnolia Shorty]
[Manny Fresh]
I’m from the seventh ward, and I believe in God,
I drive seven thirty-five’s and I love these broads
I wear Girbaud jeans, and I bought my green,
Camoflauge over our eyes that’s how we do these things,
I run with Juvenile, that nigga so wild,
Get buck like the fuck I’m glad I use Dial,
Now who the fuck I are? I’m a superstar
Ca$h Money rules everything around me bruh
[Magnolia Shorty]
Shop on that Ramp, shop in the Lio and Josephine,
Shop in that Nolia, that Valence Street and P-S-E,
They got some Hot Boys that represent that U.P.T.,
And where they be, three hundred and fifty degrees
Shop on that Ramp, shop in that Lio and Josephine,
Shop in that Nolia, that Valence Street and P-S-E,
That got some Hot Boys that represent that U.P.T.,
And where they be, three hundred and fifty degrees
Chorus
[Crowd of people]
Gert-Town, Downtown, and Holly Grove can’t fuck with the Melph and the Calio
I told ya, I told ya, them boys don’t want beef with the Nolia,
And I warned ya, and I warned ya,
Can’t fuck with that 10th ward St. Thomas,
And on the V.L., and on the V.L., can’t fuck with them boys on V.L.
Apple and Eagle so real they come, that’s the only real niggas in Carrollton,
Gert-Town, Downtown and Holly Grove can’t fuck with the Melph and the Calio
I told ya, I told ya, them boys don’t want beef with that Nolia,
And I warned ya, and I warned ya,
Can’t fuck with that 10th Ward St. Thomas
3rd Ward hoe, Mac and the Melph, Calio
3rd Ward hoe, Mac and the Melph, Calio
3rd Ward hoe, Mac and the Melph, Calio
3rd Ward hoe, Mac and the Melph, Calio
[Juvenile]
Lights on, mask on creep silent,
Lights gone, we done left your block quiet,
Lights on, mask on creep silent,
Lights gone, we done left your block quiet,
What you niggas know about
Hiding behind the mercury curtain
Dark on the ??equinder?? who flies the coop
In the age of transfusion
Busting out for a fast game of motorcycles
He finds a tag reading ‘fast japanese spin cycle’
And that’s the code for go
And that’s the code for go
And that’s the code for go |
(Intro)
(Clark Kent)
Sonja Blade, Shaq Diesel
T.W.IsM. fam uh-huh
That’s right uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Say what, say what, say what
(Shaquille O’Neal)
All these destinations with split second acceleration
It caps enough time to witness you’re gone evaporation
Slash paragraphs that emphasize my emphasis
Abbreviate lyricist the lyrical short hands
I kidnap planes for atmospherical advantage
My lyrical damage the rise for mental mechanics
With the Mic in hand I’m immortal to hu-mans
My diaphragm allows me to kill a whole clan
Verse reversal get your verse reversed
Battle rhymes since fear in mid-air and change course
I’ve been held captive for scientific attractions
Nuclear rays made my brain radioactive
Knock the world off its axis re-design the atlas
Re-construct the globe with gee-saw geographics
Rhythmical mathematics calculated you to average
More elves than 90 Degree angles and graphics
(Hook)
(Clark Kent)
Aiyyo you rap cats better sit back and relax
We getting stacks while the rest of you cats getting attacked
By the fever y’all bad you wanna be with us
Leaving players with 20-20 they ain’t seeing us
(Shaquille O’Neal)
Aiyyo I leave you check form
I respect for when the sex raw inside the Lex four
Which really means I’m not the one
And these Billie Jean chicks kids they not my sons
Tryin to scratch my rips tryin to match my chips
And yo Shaq??. snatched my chips
So my position is to strike with opposition
Y’all wouldn’t know pop the kids who always choose not to listen
So???? I’m relentless
End it like a seven-day inventiss
Who wanna play against this?
Get rich is senseless ya rather get bent
While I stack cash you cats never spit
It evident I flow predicates flows as evidence
Hittin chicks yelling they celebrant for the hell of it
In the chest is where the metal went
Never delicate is how I’m tellin it
So anything else is irrelevant, the what
(Hook w/ variations)
(Clark Kent)
Aiyyo you rap cats better sit back and relax
We getting stacks while the rest of you cats getting attacked
By the fever y’all bad you wanna be with us
Leaving players with 20-20 they ain’t seeing us
(Sonja Blade)
Aiyyo I go to war and break Mics
From daylight to late night
And blades strike just like a snakebite
Kiss the venom is toxic
Call me clumsy cause I always drop???.
Don’t have to lick slugs at men
I spit rays as like Pac in “Above the Rim”
I’m above him or her, Jim or Gin, the fur
And Tim’s, the tennis skirts forelimbs to mini firms
And if I spit first you get it worst
Get a nurse or leave in a tenant Hurst
Suit yourself it’s hot????.. towards boots to melt
It’s murder either way so shoot yourself
Let me know you want war yes or no?
My crew link like exinal a chick with a lot of testicles
Especially those freshly clothed
So please don’t test me hoes
I guess these flows got you beating your Johnson
Eating a Swanson and wishing for my death like Charles Bronson
(Hook)
(Clark Kent)
Aiyyo you rap cats better sit back and relax
We getting stacks while the rest of you cats getting attacked
By the fever y’all bad you wanna be with us
Leaving players with 20-20 they ain’t seeing us
(Outro)
(Clark Kent)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
What, this is how we do
Uh, yeah mop crew
What, what, what, what, what, what, what, what
Shaq diesel, T.W.IsM. fam
Sonja Blade word from
Clockworld, Supaman
Yeah, hahahahahahah
You know, we know
Uh-huh, yeah from now until whenever
How we get down, Big Cuz
Around the boards, record lord |
I’m writing you to catch you up on places I’ve been
you held this letter, probably get excited
but there’s nothing else inside it
don’t have a camera by my side this time
hope that I would see the world through both my eyes
maybe I would tell you all about it
when I’m in the mood
to lose my way
with words
today clouds are painting colors of the cowboy clich?
it’s strange how clouds all look like mountains
in the sky next to the mountains anyway
don’t have a camera by my side this time
hope that I would see the world through both my eyes
maybe I would tell you all about it
when I’m in the mood
to lose my way but let me say
you should have seen that sunrise
with your own eyes
it brought me back to life
you’ll be with me next time I go outside
just no more 3 by 5’s
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Lil? Fame:
Seventy-five
Raised on a strip called here brotha hill
Where guns pop and cops get killed
This is the place where paranoya
Destroyin? niggas cash cases mo? try to flash they lawyers
We?re losin? it
Four fives and knives we be movin? wit
Caught up in the things that the street game confused you wit
We?re provin? it
Let it be known if retaliation
Home-skillet – it?s on
That rap nigga bust a cap nigga flat nigga
Open up your back nigga Rosewood black nigga
First family gone brawl
It?s president?s resident, and I?m the first dog
You know the M.O.P status
In the history of crime and rap we some the baddest
Word to the mommy
Any fool try me
Get hit wit the Llama
Fuck cuminana
Chorus – Teflon and Lil? Fame: 2X
It?s a 4 alarm blaze
Everybody post up next to the stage
Come on
You?re all welcome to hell?s roadway
First family style
Buck ass wild
What ya say
Billy Danze:
Get ya man on the jack soldier
Grip your mac soldier
FIRST FAMILY
We?re back soldier
And we have swam through the Brownsville sewers
The last on the line of our kind CRIME DO?ERS
Burkowitz MOB STYLE
Spit fire from my hammer like I wasn?t God?s child
Crucify me – but don?t deny me
Or get slit bitch you couldn?t slip nothin? by me
Try me and I?ll pop shots like I?m supposed to
I?m from the field where the covers are unnoticable
I?ve noticed a few niggas wantin? my head
Used my smarts and my secret all are firin? lead (Fire ya lead)
With all intentions of droppin? a body
I?m usually nervous so I?m flinchin? when I enter the party
THE BROWNSVILLE NECTAR
That bullshit
Just when you thought it was safe I flipped and hit ?em wit more shit
Chorus 2X:
Teflon:
Introducin? the best kept secret
It?s no sweet shit I sleep wit green beret
Blaze enemies frequent
I speak wit authority
(Black) Perhaps through four to be
Cap quarterly blazed till it?s quiet and orderly
The gunsmoke make son soak
The smoke run through the barrel until the gun choke
Raised cold-hearted and deadly
Survive wit a nickel-plated tool and jewels old-timer done fed me
Keep my grip steady
Squeeze till they drop off
Make sure all other guns are popped off as heavy
Blowin some high-tech shit
Through your projects
Makin? whatever was in my way easy to di-tect
I wrecks guys
Over money gone Saratoga son be in a Columbian necktie
We don?t respects by
Half-ass niggas
Blast niggas
Gas niggas who won?t blast
The sect die
All: 2X
Just when you thought it was safe
The mad shell posse hit you off wit another taste
Uh (Uh) Uh (Uh) Uh (Uh ) Uh (Uh)
Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah)
Jay-Z:
Yeah, uh-huh, what the fuck
Two asked quick for bastards to step to
Leave wounds too drastic for rescue
When I rock jewels it ain?t to impress you
What the fuck niggas commentin on my shit fo?
I?m real – how you think I got rich ho?
Pack steel – ain?t afraid to let a clip go
I got enough paper to get low
Come back when the shit blow over get the dough over
Huh wit the Rover snatch the gat from the clip holder
Rip through ya shoulder bitch it?s Jay-hovah
I?m too right wit it, too tight wit it
You light witted but if you?re feel ya nice nigga spit it
Who am I?
JAY-Z MOTHAFUCKA
Do or die
IN BROWNSVILLE MOTHAFUCKA
Blocka, rocka, M.O.P collabo
Front on us and gats blow ya know?
Chorus: 2X |
Walked around my good intentions
And found out there were none
I blame my father for the wasted years
We hardly talked
Never thought I would forget this hate
And a phone call made me realize I’m wrong
And if I don’t make it known that
I loved you all along
Just like sunny days that
We ignored because
We’re both dumb and jaded
And I hope to God I figure out whats wrong
Walked around my room not thinking
Sinking in this box
Blame myself for being too much like
Somebody else
I never thought I would just bend this way
Then a phone call made me realize I’m wrong
And if I don’t make it known that
I loved you all along
Just like sunny days that
We ignored because
We’re both dumb and jaded
And I hope to God I figure out whats wrong
And if I don’t make it known that
I loved you all along
Just like sunny days that
We ignored because
We’re both dumb and jaded
And I hope to God I figure out
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[Memphis Bleek]
Yeah yeah (Uh uh)
Memph Man, my nigga Tah Phife
This ones for the family (What’s Up?)
Understand me, yeah (Uh-huh)
We gonna do it right
for all these bitch ass niggas talkin gangsta (R-O-C)
We dem killas, real, and in studio
Check it out, yo
Aiyo, this time it’s for my family, we ride or die
It’s in the blood til the death, now aim for the sky
My four blow fo show, fo doe, for only
It’s money, drugs and hot slugs
You know Bleek squeeze hammers til they nail me
Fuck wha niggas tell me
Street scholar, keep firin is wha they tell me
Drug chemist, thug nigga be named Memphis
Straight from da borough of dem B.K. niggas
Where we rob for the fun of it, hustle for the drug of it
Rap money in rubba-bands, just for the love of it
Straight from my ghetto, we listen to heavy metal like
Desert Eagles, street sweepers, loud metal
It’s hit an run now, motherfuck anyone of you
We dem niggas be in ya crib just like fruniture
Pop up wit the gun in ya
Release one for zero-zero M (Yeah)
Bleek-R-O-C (Yeah yeah) dot com (Yeah)
[Beanie Sigel]
This Philly cat back at it
Still throwin crack at it
Still fuckin wit them crack-atics
Still bust’em wit them black Matics
It’s ain’t the bucks, it’s the rush
You tryin to get my ass at it
They say I think ass backwards
Fuck how I act, as long as I stack, it’s all math-matics
Our tracks nice, hug the block ta tract dice
Late night, club night, Mac attract dikes
I pull up, Cadillac truck nice
Two guns, you know Mac pack gat twice
Gets that crack back wit that ice
No joke wit the coke, i wips that right
No doubt, never droubt, gets that price (Uh)
It gets that nice, when you live that live
Papi knows yours name and you ditched that wife nigga
It’s gets stacked green nigga, it gets stacked chain nigga (Uh uh)
[Amil]
I get forty G’s a feature now
Hold Franklins like a Aretha now
In the SL two seater now
And I’m in nuthin but diamonds
I’m the illest female that you heard thus far
Five-five with the thirty-four B-cup bra
I don’t fuck wit dem cats who ain’t up to par
I get niggas for cash, clothes, jeweleries, plus cars (Uh)
I’m talkin rent money (Uh), I’m talkin bank money (Uh)
I’m talkin Martha Keats step of wit the rent money
Movin on up, two in the sauna
Still ride through the block, pull up on the corna, plus
Give me an inch so I can take a mile
I bring life like a new born naked child
Bitches tryin ta come up, gotta wait a while (Uh-huh)
As of now, Amil-lion (Yeah) just played ya style
(You dealin wit), nigga
[Jay-Z]
The, the Roc, the the, the Roc
(Let me talk to ya’ll niggas real quick)
The, the Roc, uh uh, the Roc
Yo, y’all niggas truly ain’t ready for this “Dynasty” thing
Y’all thinkin “Blake Carrington”, I’m thinkin more like “Ming”
I got four nephews, and they all right in
They all young and wild, plus they all like things
And I’m havin a child, which is more frighting
But cha’ll about to witness is big business kid
Big bosses, cocky, and big Benzsesses
Come through flossin’em shiny rims it is
An office don’t pop up in their sentences
I think you understand what type of event this is
I don’t think you know I focus young Memphis is
Or I see was so real, when you add on Amil
This is much more than rap, it’s black Ontraponors
Clothing, movie, and films, we come to conquer it all
Roc-A-Wear, eighty mill like, eighteen months
You could bullshit wit rap if you want, muthafuckers
When it’s all said and done, we gon see what’s what
Holla at Hov, I’ll be in the cut (What, huh)
The, the Roc, the the, the Roc
The, the Roc, the uh, the Roc (You rollin wit)
The Roc, dynasty niggas (Whoop)
Uh-huh, get’cha mind right, c’mon
R
Entre nostalgia y nostalgia
Entre tu vida y la m?a
Entre la noche y el alba
Se van pasando los d?as.
Qui?n no recuerda esa edad
Llegados los diecis?is
Cuando queremos tener
Algunos a?os de m?s.
Y qui?n no quiere ocultar
Un poco el tiempo de ayer
Cuando se empieza a encontrar
Alguna arruga en su piel.
Treinta y tres a?os
Nada m?s son media vida
Treinta y tres a?os
Que se van con tanta prisa.
Treinta y tres a?os
De querer a quien lo pida
Treinta tres a?os
Como usted quien lo dir?a.
A veces miro hacia atr?s
Con la nostalgia que da
El recordar esa edad
Cuando se juega a ganar.
Y hoy si quiero apostar
Me toca tanto perder
Y es que el amor tiene edad
Aunque no lo crea usted.
Treinta y tres a?os
Nada m?s son media vida
Treinta y tres a?os
Que se van con tanta prisa.
Treinta y tres a?os
De querer a quien lo pida
Treinta tres a?os
Como ayer, quien lo dir?a.
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Fra una partenza e un arrivo,
con gioia e malinconia,
sempre aspettando per l’alba,
la vita scivola via.
Chi non ricorda l’et?
dei troppo facili amori?
Aspetta un figlio chiss?.
Nascono i primi timori.
E gli anni non passano mai
quasi un ciclista in salita:
bruciando il meglio che hai,
poi la discesa pi? ardita.
Trentatre anni…
Poco pi? son mezza vita.
Trentatre anni,
ma io a te non ti ho capita.
Trentatre anni…
Tutto do se poso dare.
Trentatre anni…
Ora io so anche amare.
A capofitto vai gi?;
non serve pi? pedalare.
Un anno vale di pi?,
indietro chi pu? tornare!
Ora la regola da
presente contro passato,
e ? che l’amore ha una et?…
L’amore ha il tempo contato.
Trentatre anni…
Poco pi? son mezza vita.
Trentatre anni,
ma io a te non ti ho capita.
Trentatre anni…
Tutto do se poso dare.
Trentatre anni…
Ora io so anche amare!
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The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dogs
Aided and abetted by the Local Hunt Sabs |
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