I peep the Industry Thru ma windows XP
so many cats in it all tring to vex me MODE 9

Am like a brand new footmat I never feel d- feat MODE 9


I blend with the trend stay forever like culture
you better make a move cos I dey watch u like vulture RUGGED MAN

Money makin got me outa touch 2PAC

Thinkin’ of a master plan
You know anything you need, baby, ask your man
You was there from a half a gram
Now it’s kilos to C notes, and high fashion brass
He ball like we own the world
The only concern is you my only girl
And when we sneak into chokes, breathin’ hard when I’m
squeezin’ you long
Keep it strong, but I gotta hit the streets when I’m
done
It’s joy and pain when you try and get ahead of the
game
It’s bleeped up, but you never complain
You just pray I don’t killed when I hit the hood
Just another hundred mil’ and I’mma quit for good
No more drug wars, trips to jail and shoot outs
To gettin’ loot out for boys in bail, they’ll get you
boot out
Just me and you, hour of sex and twisted
You O.G. to D.O.D. addicted

Truth Hurts F/ Rakim

Uh, fool sittin' all fat brat tat tat tat (bitch and its like that)
And in years to come shit ain't gonna change
Sosodef, you know the name of the game
And those that say they don't, nigga bitch pleas

DA BRAT

Da Shit Ya Can't Fuc Wit

i see pac in my dreams and what i see on his face is a grin never a smile.

Birthdays were the worst days, now we sip champagne when we thirsty – B.I.G juicy

You may be as good as the best of them or as bad as the worst but don’t tempt me, Make Money , you got to move over, Make money - B.I.G


Killing aint fair but somebody gat to do it - TUPAC (hit ém up)

You claim to be a player but I f***ked ur wife…– TUPAC (hit ém up)

Now it’s all about Versace, you copied my style, 5 shots could’t drop me, I took ém and smiled. Now I’m back to set the record straight, with my AK, I’m still the thug that u love to hate , motherf***er we hit them up – TUPAC (hit ém up)

Now u tell me who won, I see them , they run ha ha … they don’t wanna see us, old junior mafia clique dressing up trying to be us – TUPAC (hit ém up)

my favorite Lemme put ma zoom zoom in ur boom boom – ALAYE rapping in P-Square’s Temptation

You’re looking good in that Gucci bikini – Busta Rhymes in Give it to Me

I play my enemies like a game of chess… no stress – Lauryn Hill in Fugees’ HooLala La

I love u gal and u’re the one that I will always miss – P-Diddy in I Need A Gal

With ur wrinkled p***y, I can’t be ur lover… Snoop (can’t remember the track name)

Lody dody, we like the party, we don’t cause trouble, we don’t bother nobody- Snoop

Laid back, with my mind on my money and my money on my mind – Snoop in Gin n juice

Forever! Forever ever!! Forever ever! –OUTKAST in Ms Jackson

"ukqwest thinks he's ill, tryna raise hell like goosebumps/
"but he's only raving mad 'cause he's a d*ck with a loose nut/"

- gbade. x [gbade. x vs ukqwest]

Get Rich or Die Trying-----50 cents

my man put me up for the share
one-fourth of a square.
headed for delaware wit one change of gear.
nas-street dreams.

i ma die standin up cos im a stand-up nigga
Bleep dying like a bitch on my knees,im a killah
scarface- in cold blood.

two to the head make niggas do backflips
young buck-angels aroundme

im an ace when i face the base
41st side is the side that is given me grace.
cos im a nike head and wear chains that excite the feds
nas- halftime

i dont holla at these hoes,that sing like ashanti,body like a beyonce
face like andre, bitch u kinda strange ice cube -------gangsta nation


Who am I? The back-twister, lingerie-ripper
Automatic leg-spreader, quicker brain-getter
Keepin' it gangsta wit' ya, uh- nas- got ur self a gun.

It's for the hood by the corner store
Many try, many die, come at Nas if you want a war, get it bloody, ---------nas same song.


Y'all feel the wrath of a killer, 'cause this is my football field
Throwin' passes from a barrel, shoulder pads apparel
But the Q.B. don't stand for no quarterback ---------------- nas same song



Camoflauged in black hoods that dump clips
Cause real niggaz die over dumb shit -------------nas , suicide bounce.


We posess, the recipes for death, cause jealousy destroys
Feed the dog first, watch out for salmonella poisoning
I know a kid who'll throw shit in your food
And say, "That's the way you kill a man, avoid the shooting"
Hey, -----------------------nas suicide bounce.


Full of formaldehyde, my clothes wreakin marijuana
Cops rolling up on us, my neighborhood's like a sauna
Pistol-gripping, insuring won't nobody run up on us
But if they do, Bleep 'em, we murderous nickel-dome 'em
I ain't playing no games, I'm on a mission fo' the change
Motherfuck bein a lame, I'm ten toes in the game - deep.


A trigger man, deadly as Bleep with a loaded AK
Spot my enemy and kill him the American way
scarface-------- in cold blood.

So I speed thru life like theres no tommorow (Speedin!) - Jim Jones we fly High

Lil' jane used to pray to Jesus, sitting by the charcoal fire/
War-torn, guns clappin', now an AK-47's her only messiah/

- J-Dogg

Son, if you ain't a He-LovePeddler/
then what's the essence of you being a B for?!/

- Dotun [Po Deep] Vs Oz (freestyle battle on AHH)

lol, that line crapped me up a lot

Believe me nigga, i'ma take you out like its a date
deliver fatal punches like i learnt from my dad in the senate

- naijafan [the unreleased chronicles]

The bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin'
Come through, something ill, missin' the ceilin'
What influenced my raps? Stick ups and killings
Kidnappings, project buildings, drug dealings
- NAS (Hip-Hop is Dead)

this song has some of the hottest lines ever put together in one song, get throwed remix (bun b ft. love-vendor c, young jeez, jay-z)

especially the JAY-Z Verse

DOPE

______________________

[Intro]
Smoke somethin, bitch
UGK, hold up, talkin bout, uhh

[love-vendor C]
love-vendor C P.A. Trill nigga
Polo Bleep that Hilfiger
Made myself a ghetto star
On the slab, sippin barre
Smokin weed, sellin white
Them other niggaz shit don't come back right
That's how niggaz get popped
Trying to get the cheaper price
Watch yo' paper, guard your life
Cause most these niggaz ain't livin right
Keep yo' pistol, Bleep a fight
Cause niggaz out here jack every night
I keep my mind on my money nigga Bleep the fame
Big face hun'erds, keepin the game
Hittin the corner in the candy thang
Sittin on leather, grippin the grain

[Chorus: Z-Ro + (Young Jeezy)]
Good weed, good drink, big money, we - (AYE!)
Rollin in somethin' foreign, I'm leather grippin grain (YEEEAH!)
I handle my business so I think I deserve to get throwed, throwed

[Bun B]
Well I came in the door, I said it befo'
I never Bleep a hoe without head no more
I never pull up in nuttin less than a four
And I smoke cigars, it ain't just for the show
I'm blessed from the do', and known for my stidile
I send a nigga baby mamma home with a smidile
You can have the bitch nigga, I ain't sending men out
Smoke weed and freestyle, no instrumental
Been out, lived through the wicked streets of P.A.
Motherfuck the judge, prosecutor and the DA
Head to the H, where the hoes will Bleep three way
Two way, four way, anyway the Pro say
Never hear a hoe say no I won't, no I can't
Stop it and no I don't
Cause a bitch know that I might just explode
And slap her in the face with a pie a la mode
Cause a nigga gettin throwed

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

[Young Jeezy]
You already know what it is, nigga
Snowman, 16 5 a piece, nigga USDA
I grind hard (grind hard) and play harder (play harder)
Break out the pot (YUP) heat up the water (DAMN!)
Swear to God the minivan do tricks
Hit the bricks hit the lions and wow, there go them bricks
Slide through the hood (HOOD!) sittin on some big wheels
Niggaz coppin white and turn flips like cartwheels
Trapstar, my NexTel chirp all day (AYE!)
Ridin' dirty, three nines and a four way (G-YEEEAH!)

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]
Big money, mayn - we only ride the best
This one and only, big homey
Tried to told you I'm thug, ha

So far I'm tourin on foreign land
Worldwide I'm known for the Arm & Hamm-
-Er, Murder the streets I'm a wanted man
(But the flow's like dope) So it's on again
Started with the block, hit it brick by brick
Then I charted with the ROC nigga, hit by hit
I'm retarded with the glock nigga, clip by clip
The competition is none, they deceased to exist
Let it breathe a little bit
He's off his rocker, he's a lil schitz'
Roll like a football, Hov' used to cook raw
Now I got the game sewn like granny's good shawl
Sure, y'all niggaz want war
Y'all got it backwards, y'all should want raw
Y'all should want more (and more, and more - uhh!)

Jay-Z – Hey papi
Even if they don't understand the flow
They understand the dough


Jay-Z on Kanye West’s – Never let you down
first i snatched the street then i snatched the charts,
First I had they ear now i have their heart,

Jay-Z – is that your chick
I mean a hostess for my open hand
You coming home to dishes and empty soda cans
I got your bitch up in my Rover man
I never kiss her, I never hold her hand
In fact I diss her I'm a bolder man
I'mma love-vendor her, it's over man

wanna put my zoomzoom in ur boomboom, Alaye (Temtation remix psquare)

I know i said sh*t that i shouldn't
But i never said that i couldn't -Jadakiss(2 Glocks)

Many men wish death upon me, lord am i dawg and i can see
I'm tryna be what i'm destined to be n niggas tryna take my life away

Many Men--- 50 Cent


Summer time white porsche, carrera is milky
I'm on the grind let my stack when I'm filthy

Window shopper--- 50 Cent


G-O-I-N-G nowhere, we aint going nowhere
we can't be stopped now, cos we bad boys for life

BadBoys for Life--- Pdiddy and Co


This is how we do
We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club
This is how we do
Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love
This is how we do
We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club
This is how we do
Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love

The Game feat. 50 Cent How We Do


Them D12 niggas, they be quick to blast.
I take my shower cap off, and whup your ass.
Steppin' to us, you can't be the smartest,
Cause you'll get dropped like an Aftermath artist.

D12 - D12 World Lyrics


The Forgotten Song
These chicks don't even know the name of my band
But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands
Cuz once I blow they know that I'll be the man
All because I'm the lead singer of my band

My Band

hw's that a knock out?

But you's a scary dude
Believed by very few
Just keep it very cool
Or we will bury you

~ T.I.'s What you know

I don't know why I'm even on this track
Y'all niggas ain't even on my level
I'm going to let my little homies
Ride on yah

~ Hit 'em Up by Tupac

This year Halloween fell on a weekend
Me and ghettoboyz take ,

Ghetto boyz - My mind is playing tricks on me

i am the micheal jordan of recording
you might wanna fall back from recording



jay-z - watchu got

on him, "cheated on god son, that's a sin, i forgive u, but i cant give u, another chance, ma u in my rear view, i put dat ring on your finger, i was all in, ",
(lil wayne)

paddy_lo:

[color=#000099]@Naijafan
Homie I don't f*ck around i don't do pre-intimacy,Niggaz I just pull out and burst
Ask yo bitch she tell you I do rudely intrude,my big gun had her limpin for months
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that was a tight line. thanks for the lil' lecture - we all learn everyday. (wrote that last year tho. need to see me nw! )

u just see me zip pass
in the e-class
hell naw ain't got no e-class
tell the truth i don't really need that to get ass

terry da rapman in groupie love with overdose