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1. Bet Your Man Can't Fat Joe f/ Terror Squad 2. Thug Mentality Krazyie Bone f/ Bone Thugs 3. Nas is Like Nas 4. No Peigons 40 Degerees 5. I Really Like It Harlem World f/ Kelly Price 6. My Name Is Eminem f/ Dr. Dre 7. Holla Holla Ja Rule 8. Slippin' DMX 9. Ruff Ryders Anthem(RMX) DJ Clue 10. From N.Y. To N.O. Mr. Servon f/ Big Pun |
Singles: Can I Live Pt.2 Jay-Z Pina Colada Sheek f/ Big Pun You Made Me Harlem World w/ Nas CDS: Memphis Bleek Comming Of Age May 11 EMPD Out Of Business May 18 Dr. Dre Da Cronic 2000 May 25 Ma$e Double Up May 25 Canibus C-Quel(EP) May 25 Noreaga Melvin Flynt June 8 Missy Elliot She's A Bitch June 22 Notorious BIG Born Again June 28 | ||||||||||||||||
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Aniolation Zone BET YOUR MAN CAN'T(TRIZ) [Fat Joe] Blam! Bang bang baby! Yeah, Terror Squad style Trizzie, check it out now [Cuban Link] Yo, I'm rated X in sex, I flex like Lex Lugor So who's next to scooped up by this roughneck from Cuba? We do maneuvers like Super Dave, always with a group of babes Sayin "Mami's out" like Sugar Ray Cause Cuban Link don't play miss, I flip and do some strange [shit] witchu like hit you with the whips and chains, check it I get you naked like I'm mystic, cause this [dick] is thick as a brick, raw with big [balls] that bend it Now let's get, physical, my jiggable pie Let this lyrical guy, scoop and dive right between your thighs I satisfy like a Snickers bar, cause I'm the pick-up artist that'll stick you quicker than the spic the strength of God My repoitoire holds a four star performance with all women Hittin more skins than Alec Baldwin You're fallin in love and you can't get up Now check the cut, I stripped ya, now you can't strut, word up Chorus: Big Pun Bet ya man can't do it like that (like that?) He can't work the middle, cause his thing too little Bet ya man can't do it like that (like that?) I make you scream papa (you the best dada!) Chorus [Fat Joe] Yeah, uh, uh, yo Paradin in the Palladium, all eyes on my presence Poppin the Crist', sportin the chick straight out of Essence Word up, patch thug, three quarter front Polo jiggy Be like 'Who is he, lookin like a grizzly?' While your girl watch me, you're busy drink pissy Wanna lay your love, but your love wanna kiss me, huh I got a fly team, me and my guys gleam like high beams Makin the killin off of fiends with pipe dreams It might seem, like I'm conceited with the cream talk But I got the kind of green that could bribe a Supreme Court And when we talk, the whole world listen Turn your back to T.S. for one second and find your girl missin [Big Pun] Baby make me holla, take it off, I give you dolla We can party til manana ain't nobody gotta know nada Word to Allah, give me some Mississippi massana I'll be in the sauna, troopin the naga like the chupacabra Cool it mama, you gettin too hot, bust a shot Boo-yaa! Rub it up and down like my oo-wops Oohs yah, show me your dirty dance The way you work the pants make any man wanna jerk his grands Chorus [Triple Seis] Yo, my [shit's] official like it in you like, Keith Murray Bury my beef, gettin your sweet cherry every week if necessary I'm very nasty like Nas, did you ask me? Pass me those [ass]cheeks and I'll bring you joy like BlackSTREET In the backseat of my Jeep, we can chill or Creep like TLC but don't sleep, I keep it real What the deal mami, you wanna feel on my steel salami? Come and try me, I'll sign my name all over your punani [Cuban Link] C'mon mami, you comin with me All night in my tub drinkin Hennessey Gettin lied up with your thighs up, I'm a surpriser when I rise up, inside her Yippie kay yay, I'ma ride her, and guide her Straight to the triz, where we goin, straight to the crib Pun in here and Cuban and Seis, you know what time it is Soon as we walk in the crib, let's get biz TRIZ TRIZ TRIZ TRIZ TRIZ TRIZ TRIZ TRIZ (oahkayyy!) Chorus: Big Pun Since ya man can't do it like Link (like Link?) He can't work the middle, cause his thing too little Bet ya man can't do it like Seis (like Seis?) I make you scream papa (you the best dada!) Bet ya man can't do it like Crack (like Crack?) He can't work the middle, cause his thing too little Bet ya man can't do it like Pun (like Pun?) I make you scream papa (you the best bana!) Bet ya man can't do it like Link (like Link?) He can't work the middle, cause his thing too little Bet ya man can't do it like Seis (like Seis?) I make you scream papa (you the best dada!) Bet ya man can't do it like Crack (like Crack?) He can't work the middle, cause his thing too little Bet ya man can't do it like Pun (like Pun?) I make you scream papa -- adios mama! THUG MENTALITY KRAYZIE BONE T-H-U-G, we be, that's thug mentality. We thuggin', thuggin', thuggin' . . . . . . it's the way I choose to live my life. T-H-U-G, we be, that's thug mentality. We thuggin', thuggin', thuggin' . . . . . . thuggin' 'til the day I die. I done been around the world and everywhere it be the same song, niggas struggle daily, gotta survive it's worldwide, even niggas in Paris and London be hustlin', doin' whatever to get the money. Nigga, now the whole world [wide world], flooded with thugs, but you gotta keep it real if you wanna make it through it and live, and makin' dough to save your kids, gotta handle your business, gotta get in it to win it, and then you gotta get up on it, hit it. And that's real, really. My thugs, feel me, put your fist up in the air, yeah. Nigga, come in to the war, and I'm a meet you niggas there. Ready to rumble, and I swear, we comin' from everywhere. Where my thugs at? Where they at? Fuck that. Nigga, let's do in the enemy, now. Terminate, eliminate 'em, takin' out the frustrations on the world, get 'em back for the playa hation. So, come on, we gotta roll. You with me? No. They ain't ready for the war. Rob the rich, take some, give the rest to the poor. We in total control. Make 'em feel the pain in 2-double O-O. It's the end of the road. So what you gonna do? I'm a ride, you can die if you want to, but all them real soldiers come on move. Get your suits on, boots on, keep troopin' on. T-H [H], U-G [U-G], that's what we be across the nation. Pump your fist and get ready for this occasion. Nigga, better fade 'em. I wanna see victory. Y'all niggas, better roll with this, 'cause we splittin' 'em. Fuck that! We winnin' 'em. T-H-U-G, we be, that's thug mentality. We thuggin', thuggin', thuggin' . . . . . . it's the way I choose to live my life. T-H-U-G, we be, that's thug mentality. We thuggin', thuggin', thuggin' . . . . . . thuggin' 'til the day I die. Be a thug if you wanna be a thug. Be a thug if you got to. Throw it up, keep it in the air, screamin' out, "Thug! Thug! Thug! Thug! Thuggin' 'til the day I die!" When I'm high, if you look into my eyes, you'll truly find no kind like I'm, gemini, gotta control both sides. My Lordy Lord maintain, hard 'cause I'm a soldier at war, steady runnin' with the weapon 'cause it still ain't gettin' better. I figured it out. It's all real. If it ain't, then it ain't right. Come on, if you wanna feel the thug love, then it's real. We got the real thing, baby. Hot heat to burn ya, learn ya; stay outta here if it don't concern ya. You don't really wanna get involved with the murder, but shit, if you want it, you got it. [We bring it.] It don't stop, we gon' pop shots still to the double-glock-glock, never takin' no shorts, no losses, man. Yes, these days are still the same, like "gotta make that money, man." Bang, gotta get down for my thang. And I do it so smooth, when I'm stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jackmoves. Keepin' 'em on the run with me shotgun. Bottom line: it's on. Y'all can't fuck with the thuggish, ruggish [ruggish], Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone. That's T-H-U-G, we be, that's thug mentality. We thuggin', thuggin', thuggin' . . . . . . it's the way I choose to live my life. T-H-U-G, we be, that's thug mentality. We thuggin', thuggin', thuggin' . . . . . . thuggin' 'til the day I die. Where my Detroit Thugs? Cincinnati Thugs? Where my Columbus Thugs? My Chicago Thugs? Where the fuck my New York Thugs? Where the fuck my Texas Thugs? My Kansas City Thugs? Where my Milwaukee Thugs? My Colorado Thugs? Where my St. Louis Thugs? Where my Atlanta Thugs? My Alabama Thugs? My New Orleans Thugs? Where my Miami Thugs? Where my Jamacian Thugs? My California Thugs? My Arizona Thugs? My New Mexico Thugs? My Puerto Rico Thugs? Thuggin', thuggin', thuggin' , thuggin' . . . Cleveland's definitely in the house, in the house, in the house . . . NAS IS LIKE ("Nas is . . ." -Nas) 7x [Nas] Freedom or jail, clips inserted, a baby's bein born Same time my man is murderedm the beginning and end As far as rap go, it's only natural, I explain My plateau, and also, what defines my name First it was Nasty, but times have changed Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my science for pain I spent time in the game, kept my mind on fame Saw fiends shoot up, and do lines of cocaine Saw my close friends shot, flatline am I sane? That depends, carry Mac-10's to practice my aim On rooftops, tape cd covers to trees Line the barrel up with your weak picture then squeeze Street scriptures for lost souls, in the crossroads To the corner thugs hustlin for cars that cost dough To the big dogs livin large, takin it light Pushin big toys, gettin nice, enjoyin your life is what you make it, suicide, few try to take it Belt tied around they neck in jail cells naked Heaven and hell, rap legend, presence is felt And of course N - A - S are the letters that spell . . . NAS, NAS Chorus: scratching by DJ Premier (2X) "Nas is like life or death.. my rep.." "My poetry's deep, I never fell.." "Nas is like.. half man half amazing.." "No doubt.." [Nas] "Nas is like.." Earth Wind & Fire, rims and tires Bulletproof glass, inside is the realest driver Planets in orbit, line em up with the stars Tarot cards, you can see the pharaoh Nas "Nas is like.." Iron Mike, messiah type Before the Christ, after the death The last one left, let my cash invest in stock Came a along way from blastin, techs on blocks Went from Seiko to Rolex, ownin acres From the projects with no chips, to large cake dough Dimes, givin fellatio, siete zeros Bet my nine spit for the pesos But what's it all worth, can't take it when you under this Earth Rich men died and tried, but none of it worked They just rob your grave, I'd rather be alive and paid Before my number's called, history's made Some'll fall, but I rise, thug or die Makin choices, that determine my future under the sky To rob steal or kill, I'm wondering why It's a dirty game, is any man worthy of fame? Much to success to ya, even if you wish me the opposite Sooner or later we'll all see who the prophet is Chorus [Nas] "Nas is like.." Sex to a nympho, but nothin sweet I'm like beef, bustin heat through your windows I'm like a street sweeper, greenleaf reaper Like Greeks in Egypt, learnin somethin deep from they teachers I'm like crime, like your nine, your man you would die for Always got you, I'm like Pop Duke you would cry for I'm like a whole lot of loot, I'm like crisp money Corporate accounts from a rich company I'm like ecstasy for ladies, I'm like all races combined in one man; like the '99 summer jam Bulletproof Hummer man I'm like being locked down around new faces, and none of em fam' I'm the feelin of a millionaire spendin a hundred grand I'm a poor man's dream, a thug poet Live it, and I write down and I watch it blow up Y'all know what I'm like, y'all play it your system every night Now.. Chorus I REALLY LIKE IT [Mase] You make me feel... It's the real thing girl! Talk about it, talk about it What you want, huh? [Cardan] One two, one two Yeah yeah yeah yeah One two, one two Hah hah hah One two, one two Yeah yeah yo, yo, yo Yo, nowadays girls be out for the money and things But to me it's all sweet when I'm runnin' my game I give 'em nothing but game till it's stuck in their brain So once it's stuck in they brain, yeah my funnin' began I'm in the want-ad, lookin' for a special woman That's gonna gimme what I need anytime I want it I take a cruise to Aruba, I'll bring you wit me Then let you float out on the beach With the string o' yo' "G" I need a pretty momma Silly momma, diddy poppa Like that go to Great Adventure in they mini-chopper That get her own chips, push her own six And make me do my sits when I finish my dips [K. Price] 1 - I like it, I like it I really really like it You want it and you know it But you play hard to get boy I like it, I like it I really really like it You want it and you know it But you play hard to get boy [Stase] Yo, real chicks do real things Like find a man wit' a deal that still wanna sling Always speak my mind whenever I feel things Probably got no wings but I'mma still swing And my real chicks feel what I mean Am I right? Am I tight? Do this chick bring it to the light Is my body so right I could even attract a dyke Uh Baby Stase, uh Baby Stase While you was lovin' John Doe I copped a condo While you was layin' backs down, I was layin' tracks down I see it for a fact now, it's intact now It's no need to beef, it's my turn to eat Bring the drama to a cease, cars I don't lease I push a Green Z-3, watch a screen TV, what I'ma forever rise Rings be tetra-size Girls be petrified It's a heavy meza-ride Repeat 1 [Mase] Yeah kid Harlem on the rise All Out, All Out Yo, you better do what I say yo Get this through your head-o Long time comin', but waitin for my date-o My man Blake-o, leave the scene hardly awake-o If he could take three shots, he could take four I'm on the low though But wit a lot of dough tho' And I hate a smart chick givin' me a dodo That gimme mo' pleasin', and mo' reason Just to lay up in Cali in the Four Season Wit' a chick half Black, half Indonesian Appalachian, I know this sound unbelievin' Switch the rim's on the Benz every four seasons Open up a new account just to through G's in Got Blink chick follow me for no reason And my girl stick around if she know I'm cheatin', what Harlem World, Harlem World the clique Harlem World the clique, come on now Repeat 1 Repeat 1 [Mase] Yeah kid Harlem on the rise And you don't want no problem with us guys All Out, All Out, All Out M-A-Dolla' Sign-E, yeah Baby Stase Cardan Loon, Meeno, Huddy Combs, Blinky Blink Yeah, yeah Kianna, Stason Yeah, yeah Cuda Love Black Fred Me Chico Wha-what what what what J.M. Lil' Cease Kim Cristal B-Rock Gutter What the... what the, uh You don't stop Ruff Ryder, DMX, L-O-X Bad Boy, yeah So-So Def JD, Free, yeah, M-A-Dolla' Sign-E, all out GUILTY CONSIECE [announcer] Meet Eddie, twenty-three years old. Fed up with life and the way things are going, he decides to rob a liquor store. ("I can't take this no more, I can't take it no more homes") But on his way in, he has a sudden change of heart. And suddenly, his conscience comes into play... ("Shit is mine, I gotta do this.. gotta do this") [Dr. Dre] Alright, stop! (Huh?) Now before you walk in the door of this liquor store and try to get money out the drawer You better think of the consequence (But who are you?) I'm your motherfuckin conscience [Eminem] That's nonsense! Go in and gaffle the money and run to one of your aunt's cribs And borrow a damn dress, and one of her blonde wigs Tell her you need a place to stay You'll be safe for days if you shave your legs with an aged razor blade [Dr. Dre] Yeah but if it all goes through like it's supposed to The whole neighborhood knows you and they'll expose you Think about it before you walk in the door first Look at the store clerk, she's older than George Burns [Eminem] Fuck that! Do that shit! Shoot that bitch! Can you afford to blow this shit? Are you that rich? Why you give a fuck if she dies? Are you that bitch? Do you really think she gives a fuck if you have kids? [Dr. Dre] Man, don't do it, it's not worth it to risk it! (You're right!) Not over this shit (Stop!) Drop the biscuit (I will!) Don't even listen to Slim yo, he's bad for you (You know what Dre? I don't like your attitude..) {sound of static} ("It's alright c'mon, just come in here for a minute") ("Mmm, I don't know!") ("Look baby..") ("Damn!") ("Yo, it's gonna be alright, right?") ("Well OK..") [announcer] Meet Stan, twenty-one years old. ("Give me a kiss!") After meeting a young girl at a rave party, things start getting hot and heavy in an upstairs bedroom. Once again, his conscience comes into play... ("Shit!") [Eminem] Now listen to me, while you're kissin her cheek and smearin her lipstick, I slipped this in her drink Now all you gotta do is nibble on this little bitch's earlobe.. (Yo! This girl's only fifteen years old You shouldn't take advantage of her, that's not fair) Yo, look at her bush.. does it got hair? (Uh huh!) Fuck this bitch right here on the spot bare Til she passes out and she forgot how she got there (Man, ain't you ever seen that one movie kid?) Pssh no, but I seen the porno with SunDoobiest! (Shit, you wanna get hauled off to jail?) Man fuck that, hit that shit raw dawg and bail.. {sound of static} {pickup idling, radio playing} [announcer] Meet Grady, a twenty-nine year old construction worker. After coming home from a hard day's work, he walks in the door of his trailer park home to find his wife in bed with another man. ("WHAT THE FUCK?!?!") ("Grady!!") [Dr. Dre] Alright calm down, relax, start breathin.. [Eminem] Fuck that shit, you just caught this bitch cheatin While you at work she's with some dude tryin to get off?! FUCK slittin her throat, CUT THIS BITCH'S HEAD OFF!!! [Dr. Dre] Wait! What if there's an explanation for this shit? (What? She tripped? Fell? Landed on his dick?!) Alright Shady, maybe he's right Grady But think about the baby before you get all crazy [Eminem] Okay! Thought about it, still wanna stab her? Grab her by the throat, get your daughter and kidnap her? That's what I did, be smart, don't be a retard You gonna take advice from somebody who slapped DEE BARNES??! [Dr. Dre] What'chu say? (What's wrong? Didn't think I'd remember?) I'ma kill you motherfucker! [Eminem] Uhhh-aahh! Temper temper! Mr. Dre? Mr. N.W.A.? Mr. AK comin' straight outta Compton y'all better make way? How in the fuck you gonna tell this man not to be violent? [Dr. Dre] Cause he don't need to go the same route that I went Been there, done that.. aw fuck it... What am I sayin? Shoot em both Grady, where's your gun at? {gun fires, is cocked, and re-fired} RUFF RYDER'S ANTHEM REMIX This thing right here is for my peoples in the streets (Uh huh) and this thing right here and get your ass off your feet (Come On) [Drag-On] They call me Drag-On, its time to bomb, I'll burn'em all Till they all say turn em off 'cause these chicks I'ma run em all Chickenheads know I be the colonel Cuz I burn eternal mixes wit they infernal So be careful 'fore I burn you You better learn dude, yeah I heard you But I'ma hurt you, but you don't know my verses too is a virtue Ruff Ryders be the team, which means a lot cream, lot of schemes Lot of beams to make your stock drop, right on the seams Nigga here is too hot and too much for you to touch Better tell your man cuz I'm too tough inaudibly too dust do you bust Cuz we do you can ask people But quietly but they don't believe until they leave violently Is you buying us cuz niggas that purchase is under the dirt kid They call me Drag-On; I'm the youngest buck at bunkers Collabo' wit my dogs from Yonkers but this Bronx bombers Spitting flame so you better wear your armor Flame on! Chorus: DMX (repeat 2X) My dogs gon' stop; your dogs gon' drop And then we go, shut'em down open up shop First we had em like ohh, now they like no What baby that's how Ruff Ryders roll [Jadakiss] When I pop up, I lock shop up, pull the drop up Park a block up, hit the alarm, put the top up Stash the 'dro in my sock then pull my sock up And keep the burner but if it's hot put my glock up You know what I'm about Sliding off get my cock sucked Or writing rhymes watching Scarface in the hot tub What you wanna bet when I pull it out if you don't shout Then every bullet'll go in and out Who you know besides 'Kiss take a piss in the bottle of Cris Then give it to a modeling bitch And you like your watch plain I'ma flood mine Alligator bloodline trained to fine coke and write one time [Styles] Ya'll niggas ain't hearing me out til I pop up appear in your house Clearing it out, holiday style Everybody acting violent and wild Snatch the wife silence the child That's how we move, kill me my man kill you That's how you lose, I Ruff Ryde I don't like this slide felt that I slipped Then the guns only helping the clip And the clip's only helping my hand And like who the fuck is helping your man When I cock back and hop out the van Double R, get a job, play the shit in the car Hear the party start a fight at the bar Snatch ya all sell your shit for some coke and get the fuck out the dodge [Eve] Guess you figure that my niggas Flip us pullin triggas who's team crowd around trying to flick a picture, get wit ya This bitch from holding it down off this quicker Nigga not making sense better stay up off the liquor Blond bomb-shell caramel, heavy spender Get you saying I'm they sister Hush ya mouth 'fore I hit ya Stick it in wise guys fake thugs and bullshitters Take you for a ride cover up your eye then I get ya Used to be shyer, now I'ma Ruff Ryder Big niggas play me close, when they used to ride by a Snatching up your figure fronting know you dig us Haters screaming who that bitch (uhh) mind your (uhh) business nigga Chorus [DMX] Uh huh, uh, uh, uh X is gonna hit ya'll niggaz hard Leave ya'll niggaz scarred Fucking with the dog when you fucking with the god Rip ya'll niggaz arm, Faggot nigga saw Remember me from up north, I had you scared to cough My name is ringing bells, in penitentiary cells I'm making thugs rebel, ain't hard to tell You never really wanted it so the mic is just the fun of it outta sixteen shots I'ma hit, which one of you niggaz am I gonna get Thought you knew what I was gonna spit This time with this rhyme but by the end of it Ya'll niggaz is gon' be like yo X ripped it Did my thing as usual it's never gonna stop But them cats can't be for real, I got this shit locked Is that a game or a joke tell the name or get smoked Simple as that, simple as black, to the throat Hit'em all up to the coat, now you losing your life (Grrrrrr) A dog is a dog for life! | |||||||||||||||||
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