Lyrics
| 50-cent I'll whip yo head boy | 50 cent-Hustler's Ambition | Bone Thugs n Harmony |
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[Chorus 2x] [50 Cent] [Chorus 2x] [50 Cent] [Chorus 2x] [Young Buck] [Chorus 2x] |
(Light the fire that needs the air) (I won't burn unless your there) [50 Cent] Yea, I need you, I need you to hate So I can use it for your anger You know, its very s**t, feel this! [Verse 1] 'merica's got a thing for this gangsta's s**t, they love me Black Chucks, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle I take spills over raymo s**t, I'ma fan Got through the silver duck tape on my Tre Eight handle The women in my life bring confusion 'n' s**t So like Nino went new jack, I'll have to cancel that b***h Look at me, this is the life I chose N****z around me so cold, man my heart dun froze up Yo the empire on the low the narc's don't know I'm the weatherman I take that coke leaf and make that snow Sit back, watch it turn to dope, watch it go out the door O after O, you know, homey I'm just triple beam, dreamin N****z be schemin, I'm fiendin to live a good life The fiends just fiendin Conceal my weapon nice and easy so you can't see The penitentiary is definitely out the question for me [Chorus] I want the find the thing in my life So I hustle (hustle) N***a you get in my way when while I'm tryin to gett mine And I'll buck you (buck you) I don't care who you run with, or where you from N***a f**k you (f**k you) I want to find the thing thats in my life So I hustle (hustle) [Verse 2] Yea, I don't know s**t about gymnastics I summersault bricks Black Talen start flyin, when a ni***a flip I cook crack in the microwave, n****z can't f**k with me Man my cold Gauge, they called me Chef Boy R 50 Check my logic, smokers don't like seeds in their weed s**t Send me to seeds I'll grow 'em what they need Them ain't Chia pet plants in the crib that's chronic And I'm sellin them 500 a pop god d**n it I sold everythin I'ma hustler, I know how to grind Step on grapes put in water and tell you its wine If you analyze me, what you'll find is the DNA of a crook and What goes on in my mind, its contagious Hypnotic, it sounds melodic If the rap was the block or a spot, I'll be that potent product Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key And you can locate me where ever that dope be, be gettin money man [Chorus] [Verse 3] Its a hustler's ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision Mossberg pumpin, shotgun dumpin and drama means nothin It's part of the game, catch me in the coupe switchin lanes Or in the jewler switchin chains I upgrade from 30 BS to a clean VS Rocks that I copped from proceeds from the spot I got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline Play the curb and get nauseous, watchin the spinner spin I made plans to make it, a prisoner of the state Now I can invite yo a** out to my estate Them holo-tips bent me up, but I'm back in shape Pour Crystal in the blender make a protein shake I'm like the East coast number one playboy B Hugh Hefner'll tell you he don't got shit on me The feds watch me, icey they can't stop me Racist, pointin at me look at the n***arachi Hello! [Chorus] |
Playa hatin' a** muthaf***as man f**k dat Man put that s**t out man You ain't 'posed to be smokin' no muthaf***in' weed in court (Man f**k dat man they got my n***a) Man that s**t ain't cool man (Okay order in the court) [Woman:] The people versus Bone Thugs N Harmony Case number C601999 [Judge:] Will The defendant please stand, Is there anything you wish to say on this matter before sentencing Bizzy Bone? [Bizzy:] No man (You know the muthaf***a did it) [Judge:] Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair [Some guy laughs] [Verse 1: Bizzy Bone] We had to get 'em up wid two thugs Runnin' side by side wid number one Murda mo drop my guage on 'em When the po-po chase, If they catch me barehanded I'm done Rip's gripping the six shot pump, so spill it Copper lettin' the lead off Copper thought that he had me caught Little Layzie blew his head off (AAwwwwwww) Get him up, and get up, The bullets they start to get lit up, Number one best start duckin' wid ah gun already buckin' Bust me lead on the double glock 'n Where the fiends roll up for rocks 'n, This perfect getaway, From the pigs when I peel and I hit the fences, Rippin' up the trench and, I'm bailing while they trailing Better in hell than in the cell And it ain't no telling where the coppers be dwelling, One had spotted me, pick up ah piece and shot a me But I practice what I preach And see that these slugs up in his body got him, Run, wid smoke coming from the barrel ah me gun Hit the bend, oh what the dum dum I got yum yummed on the dead end They set in, then they lead in, They wanting me off in the coffin Cops from everywhere was yellin and wailin' I went unconcious, From the stompin' taking ah loss, and waking up in the coffin, And without no stallin' Cell I was tossed in to be arreigned at dawning, Looking in the eyes of a judge, He knew right where to put that thug Made to be so, wid no parole In the hole but I won't budge Sent me to deathrow, Watchin' the time by fly past But Rip'll be sittin' mindless never spineless, in silence Hoping I die fast, but chill, Never do, sleepa, gotta get put that on all me reefer Somehow must beat ya, so peep out the creep or the reaper will meet ya [Verse 2: Layzie Bone] Bailin' on ah mission, flippin' the script Betta check what the wind just blew in Betta think again, it's a preacher wid ah grin On ah mission for revenge, wid that Mack-10 Little n***a Rip, had to empty the clip Gotta pump them slugs up in them cops Steady made 'em drop glock went pop pop Goin' out like a thug on the double glock, Back from hell and ready to bail, Time to hit they trail cause they wanted my nigga fried Holdin' the Bible when I got a grenade I'ma go inside the squad, Gettin' ready for the rumble When I heard them mumbles, pullin' me guage in laughter Keep buckin 'em faster all I was thinkin' When I see them bustas scatter Betta watch out for them buckshots Cause them can't fade me guage, Gotta bust them souls in the grave, So I'm buckin' them straight to the pave, can't be saved, I'm bucking, little Ripster reinforcements comin' in faster Blast give my n***a double Zs the Mack-10 Lettin' the gun gun blaze on they a**, Gotta rip in them chests through vests Mack-10s, sawed off eruptions, got plenty ammunition No missing listen destruction I'm bustin' Cause I'm making that getaway, bound to getaway, N****s got to escape and it's never to late When you dash and tryna' break N***a just can't test the Bone fate We steadily runnin' duckin' Comin' up to the front door barri-caded, And I pulled ah grenade, tossed to the door, let it explode And we made it, creepin' in the courtyard So Krayzie feelin' safety coming Hittin' the fence and jump in it quick From Krayzie's tech-9 bullets humming. [Bridge: (Two guys talking)] Well it seems as if them two boys Bizzy and Layzie Done got theyselves into another jam (Well I'd love to see them boys get theyself outta this one) [Verse 3: Krayzie Bone] Soon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog And began wid a rage and the guage can't let go They done labelled my n***a psychotic B***hes is got him sittin' on deathrow, Scoping out the tower peeping the scene So when my n***as trail, Screaming out one eighty seven and bail, Gotta get my n***a Rip out that cell, it's all over now, How my n***a number one disguised as the preacher, Won't be pullin' ah Bible mission for survival n***a so I creep the Tech millimetre, somebody done pull the alarm now it's on, Slaughterin' Bone, sprayed off the tech Gotta let 'em know which way was on, We got gone but them police was pullin' up quick n***a what's up Quick bust in first when he hit that fence n***as got cut the f**k up, We steady bucking, steady duckin' buckin' while I was jumpin' All we was thinking is don't get caught N***a like me get the gun running Gunning fronting wid thugs gotta get to the smug Turn around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud, And all across my face was the red that lay in blood, Dodging the who, make the gun flip wid ah swoo, Bailing back on wid my troops, I'm runnin' wid 4 crazy n***as That's down wid they n***as they ain't scared to shoot, Now I'm rolling, no more than ah half ah mile we get stopped Cops surround Bone, we load glocks And squeeze say f**k all these road blocks Busted ah U, then put that b***h in reverse And I get the swish and I push the button That boy came out the trunk and, Put it in drive see that Souljah boy bucking, Back in the other direction, Po-po came quick then heat up, N***as blast at each other, Open up they doors and they get they feet up, I jumped outta the car, had to jump over the hood, Cause I'm headin' straight for the woods So the n***as they follow behind me We getaway smooth, ah n***a made good Came up quick to the hideout Wait until midnight till we ride out, Hit ah car so we can drive out, While we waited we all got fried out, fool If youse a thuggish ruggish thug n***a scream mo, Took one ah my n***as off deathrow now we got one mo to go (St.Claire, St.Claire) (St.Claire, St.Claire) (St.Claire, St.Claire) (St.Claire, St.Claire) |
| Bone thugs n harmony | Nelly - Country Grammer | DJ Quik - Tonite |
| Ooooooooooooo....killa [x2] If you're down to glide and slide on the Clair, then let's ride Tony Tone roll with Bone on the dark side But when you come just bring your guns witcha If your a busta n****s gone have fun witcha So n***a don't get me wrong, my n***as Swang them thangs, bang some brains Slangin' yayo, it all remains the same Step and you'll catch some buck shots Murder one on the Clair my glock glock Mo thugs whats up n***a get dropped Put 'em in the mud, pop and I can't stop now Nigga that I thug wit' kill Pop to tha chest how does it feel And nigga we peel caps Pap, fit to get your wig cracked back Killin' I'm buckin em down, I wish ya would Try to get some, redrum, b***h N***a don't test my hood A first degree murderin' wig splitta, grave digga Diggin' a ditch, puttin' a b***h And them snitches in the pit, so don't f**k with Them niggas off the 9 9 The foundation of n****s commitin' a crime is murderin' every time N***a beware cuz here come the Clair Mobbin' like them soldiers Watch me fold ya For actin' like somebody never told ya So off we go, to the bloody row Tryin' to blood some souls, with that nine shot Givin' props to the double glock Pump pump when I let my shell down Hit a nick nack gimmee the goodies and n***a me dash Ya reach for the gauge and mash Yell out 187 and blast Nigga don't test nuts your luck's f****d You feelin' up right for the bone yard Thuggin' off with the graveyard shift Then comin' up blow your whole card, bitch Scandalous n****s, dwellin' the Clair be servin' them chop chop's We rippin' them guts with buck shotz, pop pop You better be ready for this thug style Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Flesh with them wicked now We straight up the glock glock Well don't get your wig's split now East 99 follow me down the strip as we trip to the darkside Betta grab your pop, n*****s be Trippin' and flippin' as soon they get out 187 you're caught in a murder N****s up to no good Uh oh, f**k no They never could f**k with a thug ho Pop pop givin up shotz to tha double glock glock [x4] Nuthin but them killas, straight up thuggas Rippin bucks up bloody clothes Gaugin' bloody watch this nickle trippin' shot and f**k 'em down Buckin' them coppas down Round after round after round Bloody bodies badges spread out on the ground Ain't no sound, just them demons screamin' rest in peace I guess you got ta suffer Ready to pip hollow point tip, got your wig split They made your body Once you hunt my victims on a mission Flippin' livin' on a darker side Creepin' on your homicide Let my nuts and my gauge hang low now walk on by, Boogie Nikke's on a night ride Thuggin through my thuggish a** hood at night, with my pipe Thuggin down the double glock Tryin' to get my serve on Watchin' my back while six-five try to roll on But one to the suckas head and two up in his body Now peep my creep I eat the reefer smoke all up inside me We jumpin' up rough from the hood We bailin' we thuggin' we lookin' like crooks Could tell we be fatal, ready to roll Know we willing and able Rollin' with Ruthless b***h betta check my label Murda dem, never come again When the scandalous n****s set up Bloody n***a trues be on my level Eighty eight and ten five is the soldiers ghetto N***a don't take the wrong turn or you will enter the hood and were spittin so cover your dome At a cut where the thugs and hustlas roam Cleveland Browns Dogg Pound h**s, it's on Let's begin in the mix, of a Clair player You're liable to get your wigs split and dumped in a ditch b***h Cause them thugs, sendin' them slugs Leavin' em off in the cut in a puddle of blood say what Don't make me go in my trench N***a ya got me bent All f**ked up,your luck's up, you gotta get sent To your gravesite as John Doe for f**kin wit those... It's them thugs runnin' amuck, on none but a slug all up in the territory Never divide, go nationwide with the buck buck So where you at where you at I'm strapped and ready ta snap n yank a n***a's neck back puttin em Koolaid hats In ta the graveyard Pumped up betta get down Thugs'll be glad ta tear around Foe sombody gets fucked Ya still don't want some b***h but what the mutha***k I wanna Wham ya wit a tec-9 Now bi***h press yo luck Pop pop givin up shotz to tha double glock glock [x16] |
I'm goin down down baby, yo' street
in a Range Rover (c'mon) Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go (HOT S***!) Shimmy shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it pound Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now I'm goin down down baby, yo' street in a Range Rover Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go Shimmy shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it pound Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now [Nelly] Mmmmm, you can find me, in St. Louis rollin on dubs Smokin on dubs in clubs, blowin up like cocoa puffs Sippin Bud, gettin perved and getting dubbed Daps and hugs, mean mugs and shoulder shrugs And it's all because, 'ccumulated enough stretch just to navigate it, wood decorated on chrome and it's candy painted, fans fainted - while I'm entertainin Wild ain't it? How me and money end up hangin I hang with Hannibal Lector (HOT S***!) so feel me when I bring it Sing it loud (what?) I'm from the Lou' and I'm proud Run a mile - for the cause, I'm righteous above the law Playa my style's raw, I'm "Born to Mack" like Todd Shaw Forget the fame, and the glamour Give me D's wit a rubber hammer My grammar be's ebonics, gin tonic and chronic Fuck bionic it's ironic, slammin n****z like Onyx Lunatics til the day I die I run more game than the Bulls and Sonics Chorus [Nelly] Who say pretty boys can't be wild n****z? Loud ni****z, O.K. Corral n****z Foul n****z, run in the club and bust in the crowd n***a How n****? Ask me again and it's goin down n***a Now n****a, come to the circus and watch me clown n***a Pound n****z, what you be givin when I'm around nigga Frown n****z, talkin s***t when I leave the town n***a Say now, can you h**s come out to play now Hey I'm, ready to cut you up any day now Play by, my rules Boo and you gon' stay high May I, answer yo' +Third Question+ like A.I. Say hi, to my n****z left in the slamma From St. Louis to Memphis From Texas back up to Indiana, Chi-Town K.C. Motown to Alabama L-A, New York Yankee niggaz to Hotlanta 'ouisiana, all my n****z wit "Country Grammar" Smokin blunts in Savannah Blow thirty mill' like I'm Hammer Chorus [Nelly] Let's show these cats to make these milli-ons So you n****z quit actin silly, mon +Kid+ quicker than +Billy+, mon Talkin really and I need it mon Foes I kick em freely mon, 'specially off Remi, mon Keys to my Beemer, mon - holla at Beenie Man See me, mon, cheifin rollin deeper than any mon through Jennings mon, through U-City back up to Kingsland wit nice n****z, sheist n****z who snatch yo' life n****z Trife n****z, who produce and sell the same beat twice, n***a (HOT S***!) Ice n****z, all over close to never sober From broke to havin dough, cause my price Range is Rover Now I'm knockin like Jehovah - let me in now, let me in now Bill Gates, Donald Trump let me in now Spin now, I got money to lend my friends now We in now, candy Benz, Kenwood and 10"s now I win now (Whoo!) F**kin lesbian twins now Seein now, through the pen I make my ends now Chorus |
Yo, a day in the life of a player named Quik ut I don't wanna start early, so I just might |