Queen Latifah Lyrics
Queen Latifah Lyrics
"Name Callin' Lyrics"
For the Lust of Money/The Grandz Lyrics
Fuck that We?e supposed to be into this together man You know I? fuckin?can? be layin?on me man Yo I just gave you twenty dollars man What the fuck I just hit you off yesterday wit seventy cent man Aight I hit you off mofuckin?thirty minutes ago You ain? seen the other shit that that happened and shit That you was already connected Yo fuck that man I? tired of hittin?you off ma
Fuck that We?e supposed to be into this together man You know I? fuckin?can? be layin?on me man Yo I just gave you twenty dollars man What the fuck I just hit you off yesterday wit seventy cent man Aight I hit you off mofuckin?thirty minutes ago You ain? seen the other shit that that happened and shit That you was already connected Yo fuck that man I? tired of hittin?you off ma
1 - Name callin' hasn't fallen into what I'm runnin'
I wouldn't dis another sista unless she had it comin'
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?? I'm 'bout to catch a charge
Bitches that think they hard get snuffed
Fuck the bodygaurd
They need to shut the fuck up, or step to me
All they can do is be mad at me
Bitch, don't threaten me
Niggas don't know I'm nice with these
You pay the price with these
Come by this pisces, your life cease
You couldn't see my if you looked at my life like Mary
Your style is cheesy
How you gon' beef? You dairy
Better bewarey, cuz if it's necessary
Be shoot the joint, I'll leave you somethin' for the tooth fairy
And all you rappers sellin' more sex than skill, chill
I'll rip your style, all the while keep my sex a
Get Up And Run Lyrics
B-Baby, put your clothes on and run... You better hide before your momma finds you And listen to me... B-Baby, can't you see that I am stung And didn't she tell ya that I was, yeah... Low down and mean. Baby, I guess - I brushed off the rules in my life I was born outside a stonewall jethouse And thrown back to the sea Baby, I've got to eat my steak raw... I'm only here
ppealB-Baby, put your clothes on and run... You better hide before your momma finds you And listen to me... B-Baby, can't you see that I am stung And didn't she tell ya that I was, yeah... Low down and mean. Baby, I guess - I brushed off the rules in my life I was born outside a stonewall jethouse And thrown back to the sea Baby, I've got to eat my steak raw... I'm only here
Don't get it twisted yo, I never really favored you
And I was raised by my niggas from the Flavor U
So fuck givin' props where they ain't due, fuck you
And that nigga who wrote the rhyme for you too
I got hot, when you play my spot you get laid like rugs
And you'll never be the woman that your father was
Stop flirtin' with my last nerve and head south
Next bitch say somethin' worse, goin' in your mouth
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Another bitch after my crown but I don't hate her
Cuz she couldn't come up if she was gettin' fucked in the elevator
What, you thought I wouldn't check your chin?
Though I was your fuckin' friend?
See you and speak, tonight all that shit ends
Don't act extra, where you from?
High post on low income and then some
Ready to le
Dance Lyrics
[Nas] One more time, one more time Uh, one more time, uh One more time I dream of the day I can go back to when I was born Laying in your arms, wishing you was here today mom Wish you'd appear Just for a second from heaven my tears would be gone I wouldn't be rapping this song I'd be happy driving up to your 8 bed room mansion Up late, laughing bout the hard time we
ve your gums numb[Nas] One more time, one more time Uh, one more time, uh One more time I dream of the day I can go back to when I was born Laying in your arms, wishing you was here today mom Wish you'd appear Just for a second from heaven my tears would be gone I wouldn't be rapping this song I'd be happy driving up to your 8 bed room mansion Up late, laughing bout the hard time we
Listenin' to you is like wack sex
A premature ejactulation
A quickie, that gets me stressed
You're doin' it but it don't thrill me
Bitch, you know you feel me
Don't get scared now, time to face the real me
I'm ready to break my foot off in your anal
Ready to bring you some pain yo
Comin' up with that playdough
Style you stole, tried to mix it up and make it blimp
Sound like Lauryn, with a dash of Lil' Kim
We know bootleg, Korean, coughin', schemin' ho
I know it's bootleg cuz they misspelled "misquito"
What's worse? Your press-ons, hair or gear?
I should buy your contract, put your ass on hold for another year
You picked the wrong one, so bring your click
Now we can handle this like ladies
Or care to smoke other shit
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Wartime Lyrics
Aww man, so little time, so much to deal with It seems like everything passes me on, turns me off, messes me up, draws me in Or just plain bums me out I crack my head and I try to get over it I stub my toes and I try to pass under it My existence is like trying to breath in a big rock I inhale and it hits me hard I pay guys with guns to protect me from guys with guns Some man in
eat 1Aww man, so little time, so much to deal with It seems like everything passes me on, turns me off, messes me up, draws me in Or just plain bums me out I crack my head and I try to get over it I stub my toes and I try to pass under it My existence is like trying to breath in a big rock I inhale and it hits me hard I pay guys with guns to protect me from guys with guns Some man in
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Makes ya feel like rappers be on some bandwagon shit
But I gets boogie, quick fix with lyrics
>From toastin' too many spirits
Fuck all these cheesy bum bitches fakin' these riches
Niggas representin' for these real live niggas, '96
What the deal? Chicks pimpin' they sex appeal
How you feel? (stupid!)
Got the still now, dead up in your grill
Bout to go up in your raw, so you industry whore
Never saw the lights before, now you model and floss
Overload your hold on piece, when I rock shit like this
You can't flip, cuz ? be gettin' twisted (what?)
All that high shit that you be smokin' got you buggin'
Think that you could step to my crew?
We be nut smugglin'
Turnin' rough niggas and the bitch is like "what?"