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1. _ It's Nothing
[jd]
So so def
[jd]
For me to flip my dough, ice out the dashboard
All you range roves, it's nothing
[da brat]
So put jams in the tens and pent
Leave a millon dollar footprints, shit, it's nothing
[jd]
For me to get any chick and trick off bricks and
Keep making hits, it's nothing
[da brat]
For me to lose a g and bet back three
And let it stack, you know me
[jd]
It's nothing
[jd]
Flat shows, up all gold to watch
This for show, i connect all the dots
Seen a lot of men, seen what i've seen
Been where i been, do you even think about
Coming hotter than
You could find me at the t top, c t gray
Wit a girl no top, just blowing away, hey!
I make that, get you real pissed off
Seen a chick first time throw a trick off
That mark mcgwire, outta the park big-time
Don't matter what it cost, just get it, get it
Like gray flow, like gray dough
Wrist, ears, neck, light gray glow
Make dreams come true, c.r.e.a.m. come through
Flows that don't like bass sing my boo
Make ladies jump outta they panties and bras
Jd, babe ro, the wizard of oz
Repeat 1
[da brat]
Since we got every motherfucker wantin' to dance now
Get in the pants now, see me with them down, diggin' down
I live with it, do what the fuck i wanna
Da brat bitch get drastic all by my lonesome
Don't come on real to miss, know from feeling this shit
Out done cuz we outnumbered your clique
Who's that pushing that six? see that name on the plates?
The chain? the wrist?
Hit the parties and the clubs in the mercedes that bump my shit
Switch from trick to thug, a hundred percent pure bitch
Ice style, four clip, wish a nigga would slip, lights out
If a nigga ain't got four cents, i don't drop hints
Straight to the point, tell him i'm the hot kid about to rock this joint
Make they jump out they boxer draws
And i'm da brat, baby, and this is for all y'all
Repeat 1
[r.o.c.]
Yeah, yeah, now who can serve this crew is nervous?
You broke by mistake, we rich on purpose
What the word is, you heard this sober, the r o, uh
You know what? hold up, stop the beat
R o c nigga, now drop the beat
Got to be, glittery, hoes opt to me
Jittery, drop and give me head complimentary
Up the flow, documentary of a ghetto prolific, oh so gifted
Wanna floss?
Roc break your bank with the inner heart the females i come across
Close your mouth hon, i run
Come across the top lip of you whores like a got milk? billboard
Young mack, want that, kick back, for the flicks
Stack chips, stack tricks, is you wit that?
Repeat 1
[jd]
So did we make y'all rock?
For me to make y'all rock
For me to make y'all rock
Shit, it's nothing
For me to make y'all rock
For me to make y'all rock
For me to make y'all rock
It's nothing
Ahh
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2. _ Jam On It
Coola lover make you bounce to this
L-a make you bounce to this
Everybody we gonna bounce to this
Gonna rock to this
Verse 1: cardan
Yo, yo it's a harlem world thing
So grab something
Asks for dimes and up, if not have sumthin'
But come shake them hips like waiters take them tips
And bring half of the world i got plenty of space to fit
Except for me i makes you boogie
Boogie to the beat
Once beat bang boogie, i gotta party in the street
No bacardi with heat, but a party full of peace
Jammin till i feel it in the bottom of my feet
Now dance if you gotta
Shake your pants if you gotta
Scream cardan out in france if you gotta
Shake with me
Motivate, sweatigate, feel straight
Wake up in the morning at eight
I tell my baby girl, it's a whirl
I came here to party
Tell her friend, i'm a tell mine and we gone start it
J-d know all our hoes come to our doors
And the dance floor get to jam some more
Hook:
Jam on it, jam on it
If you got what it takes just flaunt it
All my ladies in the house you want it
And all my fellas in the house get on it
(repeat)
Verse 2: jermaine dupri
Never see me in a watch without the rocks and the bezzle
And the band on the level
Niggas can't understand i'm the one you watch in the club all all night
On the top hoes love and call all night
It's the c-h-i-chio yo
With the drop with the pedal to the floor
Hoes come to me and get dressed, what they lookin for?
Lookin fly and i'm a die gettin mo doe
Niggas know i don't talk, i show in a flash
And don't exagerate cash in my heavyweight class
Get the ass y'all dream about
Hear niggas sing about
I ain't ever seen without
The dance floors packed and burnin up
Puttin cats on they back as i turn it up
Now tell me what yall wanna do
Get down and get ran through
That's how this little man do
Hook
Verse 3: cardan
Now, now, now for my ladies keep dancin
Fellas keep boppin
Shake what your mama gave and it don't stop wit it
Move side to side it wit it
Rock wit it
So much space you fit the whole block in it
So get on down, get on down
Now harlem world it's on now, it's on now
Jam with me till you fill it in your middle back bone
If you fifteen to fifty you aint gotta act drone
One thing you got to give em (ass)
A little bit of rhythym (right)
Make em move from side to side then spin em (no lies)
I get em from the side or the middle
As long as i can turn sunshine into a drizzle
Cardan, so when i close
I say amen to the god that brought me here
Made the world so fear
Oh yeah, i'm bout to rock for this whole year
In this big city of rap, unless it's joe clear
Hook 2x
Rock and roll with me, uh
Cardan make you bounce to this, uh
J-d, uh rock with me
Kam, uh, now rock with me
Say what, say what rock with me,uh
So so def, uh, rock with me
Come on,uh-huh, harlem world,uh-huh, rock, come on, come on
La, uh-huh, va, uh-huh, dc, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Hel, come on, come on, come on
Rock with me, rock with me, rock with me now
Say what, say what, rock with me, come on baby baby just rock with me
Cardan, uh-huh, come on
J-d, come on
Uh-huh (till fade)
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3. _ Welcome To Atlanta
yeah
(ludacris)
Welcome to atlanta, jack and hammer and vouges'
Back to the mackin' and jackin' the clothes, adolescent packin' a fo'
A knock on the do', "who is it?
I would happen to know, the one with the flow
"who did it?" it was me i suppose
J-d in rollz and luda's in the cutt supreme
Skatin' down old nat, gat tooked and lean
I split your spleen, as matter'fact i split ya team
No blood on the sneaks, gotta keep it so my kicks is clean
I get the cream, cops see me flick my beams
I'm allergic to doc prescribed anti-histemines
Oink, oink, pig, pig, do away with the pork
Only siguar needs a steak knife and a fork
Did you forget your fuckin manners? i'm loose with banners
Ludacris, johnny rockets when i shoot the cannon
The wooly mammoth, saber tooth, bitch bite your tounge
I won't stop until i'm rich as them whites'll come
I pull up in the black lotus, your plaques are bogus
So i stripped them off the wall
Waiting for my cue to corner pocked eight-balls
You rackin' 'em up, i'm big paper like pancakes, stackin' 'em up
In fact i'm slappin' 'em up, cadallacin' the truck
I can't lose with 22's, bitch that's what's up
Runnin in the back the fuck, runnin better than aqueduct
Chil-li-li-li-li-n what...
(chorus)
(jd)
Yo..yo...yo..yo..yo...
Welcome to atlanta where the playas play
And we ride on them things like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangstas roamin'
And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin
(ludacris)
Welcome to atlanta where the playas play
And we ride on them things like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangstas roamin'
And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin
(jd)
Now the party don't start 'til i walk in
And i usually don't leave until the thing ends
But in the mean time, in between time
You work yo' thing, i'll work mine
I been puttin' it down here since '83
Since the late show md rivalry
More froze than bad ice, with a place to be
If you was ridin, you was bumpin to homie shadi
I'm the mbp, most ballernous player
Make my own rules bitch call me the mayor
Monday night, gentleman's club
Tuesday night i'm in the velvet room, getting fucked up
Wednesday, i'm at strokers on lean
Thursday, jump clean, and i fall up in cream
Friday, shark bar kyar with frank skeem, right on the floor is where you can
Find me
Saturday, is off the heezy fo' sheezy, you can find me up in one-tweezy
Sunday, is when i get my sleepin'
Cause on monday we'll be at it again, holla!
(chorus x2)
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4. _ Your Shit Right
Chorus x2(jd):
To all my bitches in the spot lookin' real fly
An' all my niggas wit the corner lock gettin' high
An' all my playas world wide it's just you and i,
Get ya paper, get ya dough, get ya shit right.
Jd:
First off, ya'll niggas know i don't slouch
An' as a kid i done did the shit you talkin' about
I'm from the south
Ya heard? where niggas fly birds outta impalas
Live lavish from atl to dallas
An' the little palace goin' once, goin' twice
Everyday, livin' nice in the grey wit the ice
Makin' money rollin' dice
Livin' the life
That ya'll dream of
Puttin' niggas outta business like sony did to zenith
You seen us? the green stuff
An nuttin' else that's all i collect
I got the hots like the lox: money, power and respect
An' i can damn the check that any of ya'll niggas spit
I stay hittin'
I ain't bullshittin'(he ain't bullshittin')
Nigga wit more glitter than m.j.
It's all pimp play
When it comes to me
An' ya'll muthafuckas know how jd gets down
An' those who don't it's a new sheriff in town
Feel me now
Chorus x2
Mad rapper:
Yo, let me tell you where i'm at ya'll
Shits kinda sad ya'll
If you ride the buses or trains watch ya back ya'll
Who think he stallin?
I still ain't ballin'
An' i got wild bills
An' the chronic keeps callin'
My dogs wanna hang(bark)
My bitches wanna bang
But it don't mean a thang
When all you got is change
That's why my women ain't dimes
Not even close to nines
Sorta like fives and sixes
Wit scars and stiches
Type of bitches that spit in yo' face like alomar
Broke hoes without a car snatchin' fruit from salad bars
Which one of ya'll come on, test me now
Me not goin' nowhere, you don't impress me now
So next time you see me up in them clubs i'm probably schemin'
While you at the bar
Brick hard and fiendin'
I wait for 4 o'clock when yo' drunk ass is leavin'
Cause i paid to get in an' now i gotta break even
Chorus x2
Dmx: niggas goin' to parties thousand dollar shoes and jewels
You be gets what i be wantin' so i be bringin' the tool
Tryin' to snatch up all that ice that you came in
An' nigga d be flippin', yeah, buddy , it's the same shit
What you thought cause you bought a joint
You might be able to creep a nigga
When he ain't on point
An' i can see it in yo' eyes that you comin' closer than tryin'
An' every step you take brings yo' ass closer to dyin
An' i don't flow wit the dough cause money comes and goes
Gimme the love of my thugs
Hoodrats and hoes
An' i'm good
Cause muthafucka i'm stain' in the hood
An' i'm gon' rip till i'm stiff like wood
You wishin' that you could
Keep it as real as me
An' you gon' know that the pain that you feel is me
When i get ill it be some next shit darkman
Muthafuckin x shit wreck shit for respect bitch
Chorus x4
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