LL COOL J LYRICS
"Headsprung"
(feat. Timbaland)
[Verse - LL Cool J]
They call me Big L'y, Big Silly
Big Money, Big Billy
When I'm sliding in them all can ya hear me?
I be sexing wit these bars so ya feel me
Let me grip it up for cuz in the back
Let me grip it get a buzz in ya hat
I'm a tell ya how to cause an attack
Timbaland, Ladies Love on the track
Lovely get the ice, pop champagne
Don't forget I used to ride on the train
When I bump it right, call my name
Go crazy in the mall wit James
Dump that, not ill like me
Bring the women in to chill for free
Let me tell ya girl, don't try me
You better have I.D.!
[Chorus - Timbaland (2x)]
When we be up in the club
We be posting the back
When we be in the club
Girl always come to the back
And we bout to get our head sprung
And we bout to get our head sprung
And we bout to get our head sprung
And we bout to get our head sprung
[Verse - LL Cool J]
Lord have mercy! If the broad is thirsty
I'll have her man reimburse me
The part that hurts me, is when they try to work me
But I could never let ya jerk me
Steady sticking to the wall, give it up
Sneaking through the back door live it up
Got the champagne, pour me a cup
Got the girls looking raw in the front
Got a call your man's in town
Tell the bar, a-nother round
Got all my mans holding me down
Kinda thick ma, let's get down, so get wit it
I'm saying what time wanna dip wit it?
Got playas on the grind, wanna skip wit it
Backstage you mine, I'm a spit wit it, hey!
[Chorus]
[Bridge - LL Cool J (Ladies) ((Fellas))]
Hey ladies! (Yeah!) no need to get your hair done
I said yo ladies! (Yeah!) no need to get your hair done
I'm a get your head sprung, I'm a get your head sprung
I'm a get your head sprung, I'm a get your head sprung
I said yo fellas ((Yo!)) no need to throw them ones
I said yo fellas ((Yo!)) no need to throw them ones
I'm a get your head sprung, I'm a get your head sprung
I'm a get your head sprung, I'm a get your head sprung (Hey!)
[Chorus]
[Outro - Timbaland]
Yeah! Keep chillin wit em, yeah
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LLOYD BANKS LYRICS
"If You So Gangsta"
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Around here them boys, 'dem don?t play (uh)
You can hear the sounds of gun spray err day
I give 2 fucks by what a bird say (uh)
Playboy don' do tings er way (whoo)
Ims Raps Lebron Tef Long John (uh)
Bergets Unarmed (uh) the next Sean..John (g'ea)
By any means I protect my charm (uh huh)
Play to bubble you up like my west shawn don (uh)
Im only calm when im blowin that chron (uh)
Getting them flashbacks like baby hold onnn
I never thought I?d sweat so long (uh)
And re-enact the scene of my ghetto song (uh)
Eyes wondering off breath all gone (haa)
Stomach all swolled up neck all warm (uh)
Head still spinnin off that seagram vodka
Do you know who shot ya? BITCH GET THE DOCTA!
[Chorus]
If You So Gangsta?
Then Why you tuck your chain in when you walk in the club
If You So Gangsta?
Why you a grown man still getting you pockets dug
If You So Gangsta?
Then how come every time you get into beef you tell
If You So Gangsta?
Why noracismalloweds know you for that in the streets, so well?
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Now every now and then a new kid got away
Yeah, but unfortunally for you I?m him (sorry)
In my new tan trucks with the blue dyed end
Hoppin out that big truck with the new wide rim
Are ya cramped up on ya jet blew ride in (uh)
We air the G4 let the crew dive in (shewww)
Before Lloyd Banks tell, pop wont sell
I feed a noracismallowed a shell like taco bell (uhh)
Im flyin out to japan to attract new fans
Let em? get to know the man with the tattooed hands
Them gem stars leave ya face all fat
So learn to stash yours in your baseball cap (uh)
Im eithier getting money out of state off rap (uh huh)
So im tryin to figure out what made Mase fall back
And them noracismalloweds in New York know the man is a monsta (uh)
And I ain?t from Atlanta but I?ll A-Town Stomp Ya (Mo' Fucka)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
It?s like everywhere I look and everywhere I go
It?s a bitch sayin something slick (slick)?But you can suck my dick (dick)
Im grade A noracismallowed you don?t know who ya fuckin wit (uh)
They?ll run up on ya ass , you think you drunk ya lip (whoo)
I got money bags big as a bump can get
And pistols as long as the hand shaq dunkin wit (yea)
I ain?t the type that?s desperate
I?m modelin diamonds now you can call me Ice N? Bedford
My down bitch holds the metal
She got a coke bottle figure and an ass that shake like a bowl of jello
You ain?t even almost rich
They fuckin yo ass like the models in my porno flicks (broke noracismallowed)
Therefore you can?t afford no six
So before you hop your ass on camera get your wardrobe fixed (haha)
Banks don?t house warm not bitch
So if there was 5 of us (what?), Then she gon probably suck four more dicks (hah)
[Chorus]
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2PAC LYRICS
"Fuck Em All"
You a what? Bad Boy Killaz
(That's right bitch, Fuck em' all)
Hahaha yeah noracismallowed, fuck em' all
(That's right bitch, Fuck em' all)
Fuck all you muthafuckers
Ay Yo Biggie Put your hands up
[Verse 1: Tupac]
Now I can make it happen
My rappin' is similar to muthafuckers
When they scrappin'
Blast and watch em' back up
Notorious biggie killer
Affiliation with death row
noracismallowedz get their caps pealed back
Fool this the west coast
Fuck a misdemeanor I'm raisin hell like felonies
Mr. Makaveli straight outta jail to sellin' these
Intoxicated we duplicated but never faded
Now that we made it my adversaries is player hatin'
Got a Mercedes for these tricks
That thought I quit
Then got a drop top jag for these bitches that's on my dick
Go to a club in a pack
I'm smokin' bud in the back
I wait for noracismallowedz to trip
Cause bitch I love to scrap
Now mama raised me as a thug noracismallowed
With love noracismallowedz
I'm a millionaire started as a drug dealer
I went from rocks to zines
Writing raps and movies
I went from trustin'' these tricks now they all want to sue me
So Fuck em' all
[Chorus]
(That's right bitch, Fuck em' all)
(Young Noble) Come put your hands up in the air, it's a middle finger affair, yeah
(That's right bitch, Fuck em' all)
[Verse 2: Kadafi]
Now could you picture my criminal status at its fuckin' peak
Even the baddest be gettin murdered in they seats
I'm addicted to these streets
like crack is to these creeps
Seein' visions of a prison
wake up screamin' in my sleep
Is there a heaven in this hell
a possibility of livin' well
But if they killin' me
I get my stripes and whose to tell
Choosing to sell
I'd rather die and be deceased
World mob figga addicted to these fucking streets
[Verse 3: Edi]
Now put your muthafucking hands up
If you'se a rider (ride)
noracismallowedz ain't killers
So they hidin'
Why?
Fuck em' all, touch em' all
That's the way that we do it
Ride up, hop the fuck out watch that bitch noracismallowed lose it
Man I'm as strong as this game
Ya'll be knowing my name (Edi)
A young high strung thug noracismallowed
Created by pain
Livin' my life in the fast lane
Gettin' fucked by the past
Got my mind on my cash and my next piece of ass
So fuck em' all
[Chorus]
(That's right bitch, Fuck em' all)
(young noble) Come put your hands up in the air, It's a middle finger
affair, yeah
(That's right bitch, Fuck em' all)
(young noble) I do my girl all by my lonely, don't need no phony homey to
call me
(That's right bitch, Fuck em' all)
(young noble) Back off I hit at everyone of you homies, so don't get
comfortable, I'm runnin' you
(That's right bitch, Fuck em' all)
(young noble) noracismallowed, we Outlaw ridah'z don't give a fuck if ya love us we
thuggin'
[Verse 4: Tupac]
I got glad bags with enemies
Cut up so they remember me
Soaked up in Hennessey
So they relatives know it's me
You can bet your last dollar
I'll dick em' and holla
Ridin' these hoochies
Like they some heavy ass Chevy impalas
Jump up and get your ass shot up
For the profit pick my glock up
I'm bustin' in self defense ya see
Poppin' nobody got em'
Holla Outlaw riders
Mash up on the gas pedal
Vacate the scene
Count the cash and stash the precious metal
Here come the coppers
The swat team and the helicopters
Them crackers is crazy
Why? Cause they'll never stop us
I watch Arnold Swarchzenegger
bust some body in the movie
Now I want to do it too
Ohh, ohh noracismallowedz is too through
True to the game
I claim Outlaw riders
We give a fuck what they try
I'm...
[Verse 5: Young Noble]
Cause Young Noble behind it
Can you picture me stickin' noracismallowedz for they watch and chain
Kick back lil noracismallowed
And watch the game
Get your mobb rocked and what-not
We keep it poppin' like a drug spot
The streets know what's hot
Trust me
[Verse 6: Napoleon]
Even my hood call me baby Malcolm X with the tek's
Shower some slugs on em'
I've got a brother don't rest
And he keep some drugs on him
Always in grind mood
Hustle to find food
Ever seen faces of death
That's what my nine do
[Verse 7: Kastro]
I keep my mind on my money
And my money on my mind
With my back against the wall
Like I'm runnin' outta time
Even rap with a gat
I must be goin' out my mind
Like I'm up against the world
This guerilla team of mine
Screamin'
Thug Life Bitch, Fuck em' all
(That's right bitch, Fuck em all)
And die for em'
Even if them the last noracismallowed left I'ma ride for em'
Feel me?
Until they kill me, that's how I'm rollin'
Fuck em' all
Let them die
That's my slogan
Fuck em' all
[Chorus]
(That's right bitch, Fuck em all)
(Young Noble) Come put your hands up in the air, It's a middle finger affair, yeah
(That's right bitch, Fuck em all)
(Young Noble) I do my girl up by my lonely, don't need no phony homey to call me
(That's right bitch, Fuck em all)
(Young Noble) Back off I hit at everyone of you homies so don't get comfortable, I'm runnin' you
(That's right bitch, Fuck em all)
(Young Noble) noracismallowed, we Outlaw ridah'z don't give a fuck if ya love us we thuggin'
(That's right bitch, Fuck em all) [repeat 2 times to fade]
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2PAC LYRICS
"Ghost"
[Tupac - speaking]
The only way, for me to come back, is by Makaveli
That's it! All these motherfuckers stole from me
I'm takin back what's mine
[slowed down voice]
[laughing] You motherfuckers can't stop me
Even if I die, I'm gon' be a fuckin problem
Do you believe in ghosts, motherfucker?
Real live black... ghosts
Feel me?
[Verse One: 2Pac]
Some say I'm crazy, these punk-ass cops can't fade me
Mama tried to raise me, but had too many babies
Papa was a motherfuckin, joke
Used to find dope in his coat
And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smoke
Daaamn, don't get me started
My mama smoked so God damn much
when she was pregnant I'm surprised I ain't retarded
At night I can't sleep, count sheep
As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep
Starin at the wall, heard a scream
Wake up in the mornin
See the blood in the hall from the murder scene
Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die
As I take you through a ghetto noracismallowed's lullabye
On the corner, where the noracismallowedz slang they crack
And the undercovers jack those that don't watch they back
(Five-OH!) I daydream about the dope world
Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirl
My mausberg goes BOOM, what's another plug
Snatchin drugs, pumpin slugs in these other thugs
(GIVE IT UP noracismallowed) Don't run out of breath
Every step could be death 'til you blast
And be the last noracismallowed left, then I'll be ghost
[Chorus: 2Pac]
Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die
As I take you through a ghetto noracismallowed's lullabye
Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die
As I take you through a ghetto noracismallowed's lullabye
[Verse Two: 2Pac]
A seven-deuce full of noracismallowedz goes by
Thought I was trippin the second time they rolled, by
Recognized the plates, the faces looked familiar
Everybody swear they know the noracismallowed that's gonna, kill ya
Don't murder me murder me, killa a noracismallowed in his sleep
Let me die as I rest in peace, deep
Back to these noracismallowedz in the seven-deuce
A mac-10 out the window bout to let it loose, what could I do?
Run for cover and return fire
DIE MOTHERFUCKIN DIE, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why
But I let off everything I have
An empty clip, hit the ground as a noracismallowed dash
On my ass was the motherfuckin cops now
Barely breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down
BOO-YAOW is the sound, bullet whizzed by
Still runnin like a noracismallowed got nine lives
Don't know why but I'm runnin to my fuckin block
Took a shot, tired of runnin from the noracismallowedz and the cops
Time to be a ghost
(HEY MAN, COME THE FUCK ON!)
And then we'll be ghost
[Chorus]
[Tupac - speaking]
FUCK THE POLICE noracismallowed! [laughing]