Founds total 48 songs
Ain't No Click
Yeah nigga, fuckin' back for more. Tony's Home. Yo Banks, I told these nigga's, man. Y'all done fucked up now. . Ain't no click like the one I'm wit'.
Au Pays De Gandhi
Yo! Au début c'étaient des vacances au Sénégal. Ensuite on a décidé d'aller en Inde à Bopal. Yo! Tu vois la route avec nos sacs à dos. Mais quand on a vu l'indienne on a dit: quel cadeau!.
Anything Goes
Oh yeah. this dope shit done got a lot of my niggas. taken out the game. And to my brother Kevin Miller, rest in peace fool. . Verse 1. . Growing up in the Calliope, New Orleans to be exact g.
Act A Fool
Yeah nigga, I'm going rep this motherfucking. No Limit to I D.I.E, check this out nigga. I could gave a fuck what a nigga gotta say about me. (What). (What).
Acid 2004/5
Well, I've been tripping for ten hours. On three hits of liquid microdot. I'm on acid. Man, what's this suppose to do to us anyway man?. . Getting chased around the car.
Angels
(50 Cent) G-Unit! Ha Ha! 50 Cent Hook: If some shots may happen to go off tonight Don't worry about me I be aight Niggaz could waiste ammo firin at me because I'm God's child there's angels around me Hook x 2 Verse 1(Young Buck) Lifes a bitch and then you die it couldnt be worse I either don't eat this week or snatch this purse clip hangin out the side of my Karl Kani my eyes blood shot red I'm High But Let's Ride! I ain't scared if I die it was meant to be He might send for y'all before he send for me gun butt you with the back of the beretta the 357 or the black mac 11! We drive bullet proof coupes nigga gon take ya shots We use to shoot hoops nigga now we shoot up blocks Got them shells with them green tips just for ya'll you can run but they coming through them concrete walls Bank$ drop me off show me where he live at think he tough I'ma put 6 in this 6 pack when you here that click clack bitch betta get back quick one to the chest make niggas do back flips Hook x 2 Verse 2 (Lloyd Bank$) Yeah I know you niggas want me to get murked get lowered in the dirt in an all black button down shirt cold wit 3 to the dome lil' niggas don't get to see disney land they settle for a funeral home you don't need hoes to know that the leads hot I'm prepared for anything tonight aslong as it's not a head shot the bigger the rim the bigger the tire hollow tips'll make it feel like a nigga on fire Everybody got to go it's the truth so I figure while I'm waitin on my turn I'ma blow up the booth I seen niggas in wheel chairs, eye patches and cruches arm slings that came home to have and dutches we can go there but need I shoot put some holes in your Fila suit you'll probably url when you see my crew I play the hood all the time because I don't give a fuck! you can shoot me down as long as I keep gettin up what! Hook x 2 Verse Three (50 Cent) Shootout shots ricochet, doc says that nigga dead When your time's up, your time's up, this is real shit On my balls 'til my number calls, say a prayer hopin God hear - look, I don't fear man Wanna bang out let's bang out, I don't care man A eye for an eye, my perfect to perfections They have me sprayin automatics in every direction Call me Louie Loco, nut case, oh no I'm more like the kid that put the game in a chokehold You stunt and I stop it, I'm makin a profit Every time you hear my vo-cals comin out them lo-lo's From LA to NY, on the red-eye Teflon in my luggage, you gotta love it, I'm thuggin My street slang, my penitentiary posture Got me out sellin niggaz whole fuckin rosters I'm big in New York, like B.I.G. Plus I runs with D-are-E Hook x2.
Angels (instrumental Version)
(50 Cent) G-Unit! Ha Ha! 50 Cent Hook: If some shots may happen to go off tonight Don't worry about me I be aight Niggaz could waiste ammo firin at me because I'm God's child there's angels around me Hook x 2 Verse 1(Young Buck) Lifes a bitch and then you die it couldnt be worse I either don't eat this week or snatch this purse clip hangin out the side of my Karl Kani my eyes blood shot red I'm High But Let's Ride! I ain't scared if I die it was meant to be He might send for y'all before he send for me gun butt you with the back of the beretta the 357 or the black mac 11! We drive bullet proof coupes nigga gon take ya shots We use to shoot hoops nigga now we shoot up blocks Got them shells with them green tips just for ya'll you can run but they coming through them concrete walls Bank$ drop me off show me where he live at think he tough I'ma put 6 in this 6 pack when you here that click clack bitch betta get back quick one to the chest make niggas do back flips Hook x 2 Verse 2 (Lloyd Bank$) Yeah I know you niggas want me to get murked get lowered in the dirt in an all black button down shirt cold wit 3 to the dome lil' niggas don't get to see disney land they settle for a funeral home you don't need hoes to know that the leads hot I'm prepared for anything tonight aslong as it's not a head shot the bigger the rim the bigger the tire hollow tips'll make it feel like a nigga on fire Everybody got to go it's the truth so I figure while I'm waitin on my turn I'ma blow up the booth I seen niggas in wheel chairs, eye patches and cruches arm slings that came home to have and dutches we can go there but need I shoot put some holes in your Fila suit you'll probably url when you see my crew I play the hood all the time because I don't give a fuck! you can shoot me down as long as I keep gettin up what! Hook x 2 Verse Three (50 Cent) Shootout shots ricochet, doc says that nigga dead When your time's up, your time's up, this is real shit On my balls 'til my number calls, say a prayer hopin God hear - look, I don't fear man Wanna bang out let's bang out, I don't care man A eye for an eye, my perfect to perfections They have me sprayin automatics in every direction Call me Louie Loco, nut case, oh no I'm more like the kid that put the game in a chokehold You stunt and I stop it, I'm makin a profit Every time you hear my vo-cals comin out them lo-lo's From LA to NY, on the red-eye Teflon in my luggage, you gotta love it, I'm thuggin My street slang, my penitentiary posture Got me out sellin niggaz whole fuckin rosters I'm big in New York, like B.I.G. Plus I runs with D-are-E Hook x2.
All About Me
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Awakening
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Answering Machine (skit)
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At My Car
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African Student Movement
Freedom, ignorance, jealousy, belligerence, anger, self-control, tolerance, to and fro, wisdom, exstacy, addiction, dependency, discipline, counter act, pray for peace, then attack. Dominane. Contradict. Upper class derelict. Downgrade. Downsize. Upstate. Uprise..
Act Iii Scene 2
This is a call out to all the youth in the ghettos, suburbs, villages, townships. To all the kids who download this song for free. By any means. To all the kids short on loot but high on dreams. To all the kids watching T.V., like, "Yo, I wish that was me." And all the kids pressing rewind on Let's Get Free. I hear you. To all the people within the sound of my voice..
All In Together
-Bizzy Bone-Intro-. (All in together now, now) Yeah, uh. That's what I'm talkin' about Jae. (what are you doing to me, to me) Another Studio Rat Production, please believe it. (I love the way she do's it and she loves the way I does it, makes a brother really want to sing) Yeah. C'mon baby, let's show 'em how we do it..
American Psycho Ii - B Real
[Chorus - B-Real]. I'm a little bit off the chain, you can call me insane, but the fact remains. That I'm a psycho. Better get it through your brain was a pice of shit, when you say my name, never say it in vain.
An Open Letter To Nyc
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten. From the Battery to the top of Manhattan. Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin. Black, White, New York you make it happen.
All Lifestyles
Ideas spark, my hand grabs a pen. Sweeten up the sound, let me get the right blend. Coming down the wire to the Neve mic pre. Nice up the sound for the A to D.
Absolutely
Me and Nate Dogg were so funky fresh. We fell off into a club to try to pop it to Daz. A lil' Moet to go with the way I'm dressed. A seven-piece outfit with a mink vest.
Another Summer
A pool party at the church, G'd up and others barbequeing. Ain't no telling what your daddy and your momma doing. Chewing on these baby-backs popping bottles with these macks.
Appreciation
213. . Childhood homies way back in the day. Since then it's been 213 the hard way. Rappin' on the street corners, young as can be. All the local groups called us Run-DMC.
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