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1. _ The G.O.A.T
[LL Talking - 1st chorus] Uhh, Yeah, Hell yeah, Word up Yeah, Hell yeah, hell yeah [Chorus] I'm the G.O.A.T. The Greatest of All Time (coo-coo, coo, Cool J) The Greatest of All Time (LL) The Greatest of All Time (coo, coo, Cool J) The Greatest of All Time I'm the G.O.A.T. The Greatest of All Time (coo-coo, coo, Cool J) The Greatest of All Time (LL) The Greatest of All Time (Cool J) I'm The Greatest of All Time [Verse 1] I was on the movie set, then he hit me on the cell Niggas out here talk bout the King of Rap fell Fell where? Don't these niggas know I'm LL? Lemme run it throguht this album, tell Speilberg "Chill" My jet hit LaGuardia six in the morn They be waitin in the Bentley when the plane takes on Straight to the studio dirty - no shower Threw out 5 mics in the first half hour Niggas know, who about to get all the dough (LL) Who about to hit all your homes (LL) Who about to spit all the flows That's all I can say, and I can't stands no more (We know) Aiight then, what the fuck the deal yo? I's raised on some ill shit, let's be real Uptown - the Bronx, and Brooklyn and Queens Staten Island, Jersey, ya know the routine [Chorus] [Verse 2] East Coast - y'all want it, y'all got it Look up in my eyes, a nigga feelin psychotic Look outside nigga, my cars excited Look at the crowd, how they respond to my product Like ecstacy, my crew's next to me It's my destiny, to make history I'm the emperor - Rap King From the streets of Paris, up north to Sing-Sing One question: Do I do my thing thing? (Hell Yeah) Then putcha L's in the air, for the Greatest Rapper All Time You want that other nigga album But that nigga bought all mine So get the realness (uhh) Matter fact turn it up so you can feel this (uhh) Ice grill all you want, I'm fearless (uhh) Nigga, you just blue try, you can't appeal this (uhh) I'm about to kill this (uhh) [Chorus] [(Background) LL] (LL Cool J is) Break it down (Hard as) Feel it, yeah, blow ya whistles, yeah [laugh] Sss, you can't fuck wit me, nigga Feel it Fuck wrong wit you? [Verse 3] I wrote so ill that I sold ten mill Drop more platinum, to fo' mo' bills You pop mo' shit, I show mo' skill Greatest of All Time, and that's all real Ain't no reapper could do what I do Rip ya whole label solo, no crew Ain't a MC that I can't go throught And I only have respect for a chosen few But they could get it too Trust me, you don't want L to spit at you I'm the one they call when shit gets critical The way I conquer the world is spiritual I'm imperial Everlasting, the best who ever did it Holdin the crown down, can't nobody get it Germany, Italy, France, Japan London, Africa, bow to The Master - The G.O.A.T. [Chorus 2X] LL Cool J is hard as.. more free lyrics |
2. _ LL Cool J
[Intro:] Aiiyo Bimmy So rock the bells, Def Jam collabo' man You know'say, Bim...my...yeah Feel It's baby, (uh) ha (uh) ha (uh) ha (uh) ha ha [Chorus: LL Cool J and Kandice Love] (L) I'm the G.O.A.T. I just ball a lot (L) And (Cool J) I'm double platinum on the hot blocks and (L) the hottest nigga in the whole spot (L) And (Cool J) you see my hand not what I got and (L) Strictly evil in the big box (L) And (Cool J) It's no stoppin when my shit knocks and (L) Get it all baby don't stop (L) And (Cool J) don't move the bottle let the corks pop [Verse 1: LL Cool J] I'm incredible, well nigga, outrageous Turn money like encyclopedia pages Get freaky throw dyke bitches in cages Paid in full european shit fuck Avis Rocks in ears...blingin' the atmosphere Fuck Canibus I bodied him last year But the L still here watch face crystal clear The other chick will give me heat while I shampoo her hair Head tilted back baby no more tears You mumblin' and shit duke my flow more clear Baby listen here, I been gettin' paper for years And program directors who fronted they disappear And grimy ass niggas get laced with car bombs For bein' over-critical when Uncle get it on I'll burn your magazine, GOD'll intervene Can't front on this hip-hop phenomenon from Queens (I'm) [Chorus: LL Cool J and Kandice Love] (L) I'm the G.O.A.T. I just ball a lot (L) And (Cool J) I'm double platinum on the hot blocks and (L) the hottest nigga in the whole spot (L) And (Cool J) you see my hand not what I got and (L) Strictly evil in the big box (L) And (Cool J) It's no stoppin when my shit knocks and (L) Get it all baby don't stop (L) And (Cool J) don't move the bottle let the corks pop [Verse 2: LL Cool J] Bandwagon niggas ride my dick ev'ryday And broke ass critics always got somethin' to say 'Bout how a nigga should flip his shit a different way The fuck you know "bout hip-hop, I'm LL Cool J, nigga They send Bentleys for me, security escort me Now you wanna run to the authorities and report me For being cocky...t'ward those that cock block me I'm makin' millions, no nigga, it don't shock me I'm supposed to have it. You never been close to karats That's why you poppin' that shit jealous bastarts I ain't impressed by you playa that's that Matter-o-fact gimme your autograph...on my nut-sack Ya'll niggas Benigni-ing...not cool You just got some white kids in the suburbs fooled But your albums trash from the skit to the covers I tear the plastic off and use it for a rubber (I'm) [Chorus: LL Cool J and Kandice Love] (L) I'm the G.O.A.T. I just ball a lot (L) And (Cool J) I'm double platinum on the hot blocks and (L) the hottest nigga in the whole spot (L) And (Cool J) you see my hand not what I got and (L) Strictly evil in the big box (L) And (Cool J) It's no stoppin when my shit knocks and (L) Get it all baby don't stop (L) And (Cool J) don't move the bottle let the corks pop [Verse 3: LL Cool J] Seems like ev'ry rappers a former Nicky Barnes Ya ugly ass corny niggas is wannabe dons I'm the best, platinum nine times in a row (wow) Paparozzi flash while I snatch niggas hoes (wow) Live the lifestyles so the average dime piece Wanna have my lovechild and roll L style A man hostile, but my Queens niggas run wild So when I skate through niggas strain to smile Peep my profile and my iced-out dial I tap my horn, say "What up?" but never smile And deuce ass niggas is noodles And your broke ass stripper weave is lookin' like a poodle 'Scuse my French, "Je m'appelle LL" I'm platinum again so tell 'em to go to hell Then pour some Cristal for my foes that fell Hard as hell, big fell, I excel, rock bells (I'm) [Chorus: LL Cool J and Kandice Love] (L) I'm the G.O.A.T. I just ball a lot (L) And (Cool J) I'm double platinum on the hot blocks and (L) the hottest nigga in the whole spot (L) And (Cool J) you see my hand not what I got and (L) Strictly evil in the big box (L) And (Cool J) It's no stoppin when my shit knocks and (L) Get it all baby don't stop (L) And (Cool J) don't move the bottle let the corks pop more free lyrics |
3. _ M.I.S.S.I.
[Voice] Ahh ah, welcome to a brand new day [repeat 4X] [LL Cool J] Word up, this shit gon' be ill (Uh-huh, uh-huh..) raw like sushi Love paper like Ricky love Lucy Pop collars, L got heat Fifteen years, I'm thorough on the street Flood the rap game with product That bullshit video, I don't know why you shot it The biggest L of them all, "Hollis to Hollywood" and I still play the wall, y'all's get the balls motherfucker, Duke fold like singles Bass from my joint make your clitoris tingle That's my word scrams, stupid ass in the club You buy a bitch a drink, now you fallin in love I gave y'all the love game you thought I was soft Now you whinin like a bitch over some broad you lost Playboy bunny got you feelin all crummy Y'all niggaz want the honey all we want is the money [repeat 4X] M.I. crooked letter, crooked letter I, nigga want to hump-that I [LL Cool J] I had a bad shooby-doobie for ya Down in Georgetown fuckin with the Hoyas Lookin for a darkskin chocolate chick Bowlegged with a perm and the ass was thick Blacker the berry - well you know the rest She got the most rhythm, she ride the best Talkin midnight black, nappy hair with peas in the back Scratch my pipe up everytime I hit that (oow) She don't look Hawaiian, she not Puerto Rican No disrespect mami, but tonight L creepin with the darkest honey I could find Can't hit a light-skinned dime all the time Get your black ass over here, you out your mind? I'll turn Halle Berry down for you anytime Black queen, dark and lovely, sippin on my bubbly First you got to love yourself, then you can love me [repeat 4X] M.I. crooked letter, crooked letter I, nigga want to hump-that I [LL Cool J] I still love you light skin, I'll pimp y'all too When I cruise through your hood girl, whatcha gon' do? I heard only pretty boys get to run wit you Topless in my six now, is that really true? Baby look at you, your whole yellow crew Cute baby face but look at what you bout to do? "Si'l vous plais ma cherie, merci beaucoup" When my joint up in her mouth, she like, "You speak French too?" [repeat 8X] M.I. crooked letter, crooked letter I, nigga want to hump-that I more free lyrics |
4. _ Fuhgidabowdit
[LL Cool J] Get the fuck out of here, I'm LL Cool Soakin wet with bad bitches in the indoor pool [Redman] Yo what am I, an animal? [LL] Cuz I bagged your's too One bad mooley, nigga you can't school me I'm the G.O.A.T., what I wrote cause fire and smoke Think I started on the choir singin solo for the pope Tell your mama please, get up off her knees You can't wear yellow spandex wit a ass like cottage cheese Open toed shoes, feet smell like collard greens Toes *Kriss Krossed* like she on J. Dupri's team Bunyon you're sittin up like beach balls in the sand plus A mouth full of rotten teeth with a dildo in her hand Who the fuck let you in, all my assistants are fired Now I'm lookin for some washed up rapper that I can hire You know some old school nigga wit a bit of attitude Pay him $1500 to fuck a girl in an interlude You say I'm souped up, well, soup is good food So what I scratch my nuts, how the fuck is that rude For so glowin, afro pickin S-curl hatin, Jamaican rum sippin [Method Man] Kid I'll burp on your girl buttcheeks [LL] Cuz honey had my nuts like two red beets I'm bananas, out of my fuckin mind they won't let me back in Cuz I was down before the hype like Dusty Rhodes and Bob Backlund Bruno Samartino, Stan Staziak Now The Rock and Stone Cold are my favorite maniacs The top rooster pluckin, chickens when I'm cluckin WWF stands for When and Where we Fuckin Fuhgidabowdit Yo kid Fuhgidabowdit Fuhgidabowdit Yo, Fuhgidabowdit Yo, ey, Fuhgidabowdit Ey, ey, Fuhgidabowdit Eh, Fuhgidabowdit [Redman] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo I'm like Menace II Society I roll through the drive thru like Kane Jack you for the cheeseburgers and chicken wings, and Daytons too See my boys down the ride crack patience too Bricks, walk around, snorkel down Maccaroni and cheese Timbs broke out the orphan house Transportin out, the poison in 'em Box 'em up in the aisle with the frozen dinners [Method Man] And them niggas that ran... [Redman] My goal's to get 'em With the heat seekin flow wit, fo' antennas Doc's Da Name, that's why y'all fuck wit me I'm pocket change, the bums don't fuck with D Objective in 'em, Carlo inspection sticka Check the pen, I write like a X was in 'em Teeth grittin, I brawl wit a major league mitten [Meth] Where the stash at, punk [Red] Yo, yo, and he takin me wit him Fuhgidabowdit Yo, Fuhgidabowdit Ayo nigga, Fuhgidabowdit Yo, yo, yo, Fuhgidabowdit Yo dog, Fuhgidabowdit Yo you heard, Fuhgidabowdit Ayo you hear me, Fuhgidabowdit Yo nigga, Fuhgidabowdit [Method Man] Yo, this be a Cool J function, music get my blood pumpin Down for whatever, which usually means I'm up to somethin Who owe me somethin, them niggas in the back frontin They rockin cuffs and, put the eight up, rappercussion You know my name, so there's no need for introduction I'm Mr. Done it all, so none of y'all can do me nothing Bitch I'm grown, puffin on that one and bone Bet me and Queen Bee be swingin til the honey come Backs get blown, trash get thrown In headlocks, from this view, I'm fuckin Star Jones I'm red hot just like candy, in '95 won the Grammy [Redman] Yo, he use it as an ashtray now [Method] Niggas can't stand or understand me, yeah Either or, funky headhunter wild comanchees wit shitty draws What's that shit, what shit, that shit on your lip I can't smoke wit ya kid, but I'll save ya the clip... Fuhgidabowdit Ayo nigga, Fuhgidabowdit Yo, what the fuck, Fuhgidabowdit Yo, Fuhgidabowdit Uh, Fuhgidabowdit [DMX growl] Ayo dog, Fuhgidabowdit [DMX growl] Bitches can't stand me, Fuhgidabowdit [DMX growl] Still pullin down her panties, Fuhgidabowdit [DMX] The shit I see every day brings tears to my eyes How I holla at my niggas brings ears to my cries Stick niggas for not knowin, then teach 'em somethin Bitch niggas talkin bout you from the streets you frontin I never liked you, and you, I don't know So what the fuck you think is 'sposed to happen, we gon go Mono on mono, whatever nigga, I'm gon dust you If you can't take that ass whoopin, I'm gon' bust you Talkin to you like a lil nigga cuz you is But don't forget that daddy's gonna always love his kids Faggot niggas got the nerve to wan' know why I rob You guys are livin phat while everybody else'll starve! That pretty shit is lame, fuck what your name hold Break a nigga off somethin, watch a nigga gain fo' Now you layin somewhere cold, stiff as shit And all that riffin shit, mens will get you hit, bitch Fuhgidabowdit more free lyrics |
5. _ Farmers
[LL (Tikki)] (Right now) I'm bout to show you how it's done, you can (Shut down) Yo, my uzi weights a ton, you can (Beat down) And you can pump it in your system till it (Blow out) Whatever dog, no doubt, I'm bout to (Smack up) Anybody who front like he (Hardcore) Don't he know I stay raw? This is (LL) Competetion, they fell because I (Do this) Bringing drama and truth cuz I don't (Play that) And I be reepin up cash since (Way back) Put your honey on my lap and make her (Heat up) Got her beggin me to beat it up (Raw dog) Throw your wacky on the floor, straight (Kill that) Have her garglin nuts until I (Spill that) You better play like En Vogue and (Hold on) You wanna battle? Set it off baby (Come on) Come one, Come on, Come on [Hook] (F) because my flavor's the best (A) I get my hustle off all day (R) Reck my block, knee all far (M) I gotta hold it down wit my man (E) Big up to my nigga E Love (R) Keep the ill rims on the car (S) I repped it, what more can I say, son Farmers (What) Farmers (What) (Murder) Little niggas gettin money on the (Hot block) He got the chrome shit spinnin up on (Linden) Look at the ice and leather, the way it (Blendin) Pass the spit hot Linden from here to (Mary) You think you hot, Cool Jane? Ever (Here it) And when it comes to this I'm not a (Soldier) I'm a General crack King (I told ya) I proved I'm the greatest rapper, nigga (What now) Tell your man step up, then watch he (Go down) Game one, do or die like (Bedside) Nobody even comin close, nigga (Why try) From the Bronx to Shaolin to (Uptown) Like Buckshot said nigga (Duck down) You better play like En Vogue and (Hold on) You know I'm goin out nigga (Come on) Come on, Come one, Come on [Hook] Na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na (No doubt) I'll take your block and air it out, stay (Ice out) Me and my man, Little Sharp in the (Double R) Whole block, lined up wit all the (Hot cars) Nigga, never be afraid you gotta (Get paid) No matter what I do, I keep it (Sexy) Me and my team spendin cream on the (Club scene) On Performance Boulevard out in (Killa Queens) This joint knocked in the tunnel bout (One o'clock) They like them raw, not the watered down (Hip Hop) The broad money and alah zay it (Don't Stop) Niggas stumblin and fallin off a (Head Ride) When I'm goin to Bedshaw (Remember me) I'm the greast Em Cee there could (Ever be) You better call Def Jam, and tell 'em (Hold on) Cuz another major label told me (Come on) Come on, Come on, Come on [Hook] more free lyrics |
6. _ Hello
[Chorus: Amil] Hello, hello (yo, yo) [repeat 6X] Call me on the telephone.. [LL Cool J] Whether, 2-1-2, or 7-1-8 Or 9-1-4, I love it hardcore When it's over the phone, it's safe to do it raw I'maginary worlds we could both explore (Hello) Baby what you wearin right now? (Hot pants) My girl ain't around, let's get down And I hope the phone's tapped, let's pretend you on my lap (I'm bouncin up and down with my shoulders back) (Nigga you like that?) You see I'm runnin up my bill Momma might hear me, but you just too ill I got your flicks lined up, stereo low Cherry flavored grease beneath my elbow If I was there what would you do? (I'd lay you on your back) (Ride or die daddy, and I love it like that) [Chorus] [LL Cool J] You the freak of my dreams, the reason that I keep on baggy jeans (Oooh, I love me a nigga from killer Queens) (I'ma rub up on your muscles, ride 'til I'm sweatin it) (I bet you I can make you cum first) Throw the bets in I'm a nasty nigga, made to order Kiss below the border with a warm glass of water Is you wit me? (Yeah) Tell me how it taste I promise I'll keep the telephone right in my face How it feel? (Feels good) Where you at? (In the hood) (Talkin on the phone like a good girl should) (To my nig', baby I'ma reach my peak) Strawberry shortcake, good enough to eat (And I taste mad sweet) We big freaks Blastin off on the phone seven days a week [Chorus] [LL Cool J] I throw sugar in the water so the ice tastes sweet to make sure your ex-man can't compete Shower curtain on the bed, warm baby oil G-string sittin like a snake in a coil (Hold on, I think somebody on the other line) Interrupt this nut I'ma bust, you out your mind Lay back, imagine us chest to chest Tongue-kissin deep while we spark a sess (Everything is crazy, L do it the best) Ridin rough baby, put my pipe to the test (On the telephone?) Yeah, this is the ill zone I wanna make you moan until it's a dial tone [BOOOOO] However you want it baby, I'm raw to the bone Three (three) two (two) one (one) telephone [Chorus] [LL Cool J] Yeah, yeah, knamsayin? Word up, that's what I'm talkin about All you gotta do is hit me, word, I'll call you right back Yeah.. (??) move this out Hahaha, what you want me right now You gon' make me crash or somethin, hehehe, word up Uhh, uhh It's that real shit Uhh.. Hehehehehe.. more free lyrics |
7. _ Queens Is
[Intro] [Prodigy] Hit that nigga, man, fuck these niggas Straight up, all y'all niggas [LL Cool J] Yo, Yo [Chorus: Prodigy] Queens got the vets *click*) (Killa Queens, killa killa Queens {Q-U}) Queens be the best *click* {Yo} (Killa Queens, killa killa Queens {Q-U}) Queens take ya heads {Yo} *click* {Yo} (Killa Queens, killa killa Queens {Q-U}) Queens be the vets {Yo} *click* {Yo} (Killa Queens, killa killa Queens) [Verse 1: LL Cool J] Uhh, Yeah, Yeah, Uh huh, 'Cord this shit 'Cuz I'm bout to practice this shit I'm here to crack ya cat's skulls open Fuck ya head up, more than that bullshit ya smokin' Niggas buzz you in the door, but I blew it open Ya rhymes is trash, that verse aint worth the token Try to hop this, monotonous, murderous thoughts When I'm plottin this, overthrow the government Burn the whole metropolis Lyrical warfare, hip-hip apocalypse Strap devils to the chairs Start shockin shit, Q U, I chew through We could battle in the projects and give or take the clue Flex could take one, too The wait, I'm supplyin' My crew pop they iron from ?HTM? to the peaks of Mount Zion I'm ready for the showdown Mention my name, cowboy, watch it go down I blow through your clique like hurricane Floyd Keep rappers paranoid, kept your bodies in the game Is something I can't avoid Shit get tricky like Zigfried and Roy I seek and destroy [Chorus] [Verse 2: LL Cool J] Uhh, turn me up a little I'm a blaze yall niggas and represent queens Run up in ya cribs, fill ya tubs qwith gasoline Smash ya plaques, tie ya arms back What's ya worse nightmare, Black? I'm beyond that The mic how I strike it, got 'em dialin' psychics Roll with minds, don't give a fuck if you don't like it With niggas that's invited without recited ignited It burn madd slow and that's why - easy to light it Me and the ghettos reunited, all the broads is excited Your ass looks stupid tryna fight it You wanna get your ass smacked up So you can dig into the stash that I stacked up But when my Queens niggas flashed, then you backed up Keep my dogs fed, so they can shit when niggas act up It's the L nigga dot com, dot hot lead red dot on your head, Be And the rappers you idolized, that idolized me I walk in the spot, niggas part like the Red Sea And Todd sharper horrors, we battle to the death Tonight there's no tomorrow I'm out for revenege, like rebels in Nicaragua But I can take it farther Travel back in time, fill ya baby bottle with lava [Chorus] [Verse 3: Prodigy] Fucker, yo, aiyyo This is how we put it down, this is Veteran's Day We work hard so we can play hard and push them big things Persistant, we keep comin' like some nigs Droppin albums, every few years we rich We the best, we the vets We do this for the love, we thirst for that street shit It's P, nigga, check my record, it's flawless Do the knowledge to the chorus Yeah ya fuckin' right While I was raised on my fuckin' life I did my time on them corners, now I lead the fuckin' life Large dollars, guns and ice Is nothin' you know my weight and the price of it You know how the Q dogs do cousin We don't follow trends, we set those, so get up on it (So get up on it) [click] [Chorus] [Chorus till fade - no background] more free lyrics |
8. _ Homicide
This for my man yo... word up [Radio transmission] "I got a 187 on the corner of Farmers boulevard in Linden." "Uh, drug related?" "The usual." I don't mean this in a disrespectful way But Columbine happens in the ghetto every day When the shit goes down y'all aint got nothing to say [Verse 1] He kicked the old lady's door in, threw her on the floor Choked her to death so she don't scream no more He need some white chocolate, he feel it in his bones He heard she refinanced and got a bank loan He used to mow the lawn, take the garbage out Now she in the closet wit a sock in her mouth Copped a chain, copped some crills Crack pipe in his windpipe, twistin like a drill Run around frontin, buyin his mens kicks Gassed a broad up so she can help her rent a whip The other killer peeped him out flashin a knot A well known murderer, check the ill plot Call up Corey Buns, get him on the block Niggas gotta eat, plus he front alot He came through, straight strip search He said I'm comin back, and I'ma put in work Niggas told him, ayo leave that shit alone But pride mixed with crack, had him in a zone Prepared for more shit than Depends Eyes bloodshot through a Cardier lens Niggas said Buns came through lookin strange Yeah, Buns won't stay in his lane Aight, Buns want ghetto fame And caught two in the Ukraine at point blank range It's a, Homicide, just a Homicide [8X] I don't mean this in a disrespectful way But Columbine happens in the ghetto every day When the shit goes down y'all aint got nothing to say [Verse 2] Jamaician cat, real treacherous Used to smuggle burners up from Texas Had the ill crib out in Rosedale Took the money from the trunk and copped a fishscale Chinese Jamacian, real pretty nigga Love puffin blunts, throwin bodies in the river One of the illest niggas that the world ever saw Used to take loaded nines and throw 'em on the floor He was from Brooklyn, and I don't know the block I met him at the flicks he commented on my rocks We rolled back to back, while I was slingin raps He was slingin crack, I was seventeen fascinated by the stacks Runnin with dangerous niggas and packin gats Uh, the shit thrill me, lookin so clean, and livin so filthy I heard his right hand man disappeared They found his bike in the street somewhere Conspiracy theories, niggas talkin shit Small world, I was close to his right hand man's chick She kept beepin him he never called back When they found him in the trunk his body was jet black Pretty Jamacian kept doin his thing Him and his older brother got caught up in a sting Out on bail, pressure by the feds, he caught seven in the head What goes around, comes back around Nigga rest in peace when they lay ya down [Radio transmission] "Uh, central, your assistance is requested we have a major crisis here Mrs. Winthrop's cat is stuck in a tree." "Roger, a squad car is on the way." It's a, Homicide, just a Homicide [4X] I don't mean this in a disrespectful way But Columbine happens in the ghetto every day When this shit goes down y'all aint got nothing to say [Radio transmission] "Central, the cat has been rescued." [Verse 3] In the ghetto black men are dying at alarming rates Walkin the street is like entering a sweepstakes You never know if you gon win or lose We walk around feelin confused and totally abused Can't front, I'ma millionaire livin like a king Still feenin for that shrimp, fried rice and chicken wings Still feenin for the vibe, only the ghetto bring Pumpin songs of pain only real niggas sing Queens finest, but there's one minus The bodies on the battlefield that got left behind us I'm sick and tired of going to wakes Cuz niggas never look the same in the casket It's bugged out, they skin look like plastic I shed tears, but use shades to mask it "Mr. Media", where was you at when my man died When it was classified a drug related homicide It's like until the killer hit the suburbs I aint hear nothing, not a word "Mr. Media", help us shed light on these homicides Not just Columbine, but all the time It's a, Homicide, just a Homicide [8X] more free lyrics |
9. _ U Can't Fuck With Me
[LL Cool J (Snoop)] (Yeah, Big Snoop Dogg, X to the Z) Yeah (Uncle L, blast these bitch ass motherfuckers) Yeah, Yeah Pour your Dom on the floor, try to flow with me Duke 'em raw with them whores, hide ya hoes from me (Whooo) Your momma wanna chase, I'm just statin' the fact L.A. think about your broad all I want is the stacks Cats flashin' in my face is who I'm laughin' at *HaHaHaHa* So you made a little dough, but wutchu doin' wit that? Thought 'cha girl ain't feelin me Why she grillin' me, Black? Admit I'm the man or else I'll twist ya uterus back On my lap, in the jet to Miami and back When I tear through new school, all y'all records is whack I'm from Q, for Quiet Killers and U know I deliver The double N, enough ammo for every nigga S, that spell Queens stupid ass, run it back That HBO shit, I must address that Once and for all, what's my opinion on Jamie Foxx? He pussy. Pussy ain't funny as Chris Rock, Ha [Chorus: LL Cool J (Snoop) {Xzibit} ] You can't fuck wit me {Can't fuck with me} I don't care about your imagery (Fuck, nigga) Give a fuck who you claim to be (Fucker, c'mon) You still can't fuck wit me You can't fuck wit me I don't care about your imagery (Fucker){Mother Fucker} Give a fuck who you claim to be {Yeah}(Nigga what) You still can't fuck wit me [Jayo Felony] No Go Who you thought it was? Don't be fuckin' wit my Uncle, 'cuz One does up dick the pen in my streets go one way I kill 'em In Living Color, on Any Given Sunday They all anxious to be waitin' to see how ill is my style And if it enough to make Kevin Lyle spit this out right now And get em with Juvenile feed pitbull puppies, bologna in the projects You wanna die next? Nah, he wanna live, and he loves his kids We got this rap game on lock, like a cake rock Gimme the key, run up in your spot Like, you on your belly, gimme the key What is it gonne be, what it is gonne see When your blutter don't mean And if he keep tryna wipe it off, like "Nigga, what's this song mean" L got 'em cornered, bitch, why you speak like that? Tattoed Def Jam under your wing like that What? You a rider, not in my house, Mouth Glad to escape down south to my Miami house And fifty spring in the couch [Chorus] [Xzibit] Let's play a game of big bank take little bank (Yeah) Big dank take little dank (Yeah) I average ninety-five in the paint (C'mon) We comin' down like a shank I know you wanna ride, but you can't We all up in your shit like a shank *ugh* Don't make me stop and pull brakes Ya two downs are lookin cool, freakin a sound Yo, I get fucked up and terroize the town I'm the circus ring master so fuck the clowns I bust, lyrics and rounds at the Lyricist Lounge Lost and Found a new identity, from here to infinity (Yeah) God have mercy on all my enemies Don't even test, waist your breath or your energy Knock ya whole family off, like the Kennedy's I'm pledge sicker than age, with no type of remedy Makin' niggas retire but reclaim disability Agility, keppin' y'all outta the state penitentiary [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg] Look, nigga I, regulate, bake the cake Shake the fake, while keepin my faith (Uh-huh) Demonstatin' from the funk shit to the H I bring the bread to the meat, so put the funk on the plate You weedin' at my table, did you say your grace? (Huh) You say the wrong thing and I'ma smack your face (Bee-atch) Chase these niggas or waste these niggas (Say what) You did fucked up cuz I'm break these niggas Spray them, liquidate 'em, fade 'em all Suckers, I hate 'em, laws I pay them off Big Dogg, in this motherfuckin' bar Wit Uncle L, don't tell Baby Dogg, "Yes y'all" We do this with no flaws I love my bitch wit no drawers and no bras No laws, we break 'em from the get-go Slidin' by, ridin high when we get-go Love it or leave it, we love livin illegal Servin' or swervin in a '85 Regal Look here, bitch, you ain't a motherfuckin' Beagel I take off on your ass like an eagle Wherever we go, we stay connected with my peoples Just incase a motherfucker wanna G Funk Two of the homies, and one of 'em got a piece on And they never hesitate to dissolve more free lyrics |
10. _ This Is Us
[LL Cool J] [Thomas harmonizing in background] I'ma give all y'all somethin, word up Word up - all my live cats out there gonna love me for this one Uh-huh.. they gon' be like, "Yo you, you need to listen to that joint L made" Heh-heh.. word up That's the joint you gotta listen to, y'knahmean? Check this out y'all I got the key that fits the lock of a real dog's mind B The answer to the question chicks ask most the time see Why my man cheat and give some bitch my heat? Slap me one day then Sunday he's so sweet? To me and mine, this nigga's hard to define cause he beefin when he broke but he arrogant when he shine It fucks you up, you wonder if you wastin time Mention marriage, he lit a Dutch and peeped out the blinds What different niggaz feels in they hearts is scary I used to say shit like, "C'mon baby, you should be honored to share me" She used to throw the cakes up, plus the burger was hairy I used to have to think of shit to keep 'em comin, you niggaz feel me? Baby or no baby I wasn't loyal or nuttin Just me and my niggaz on tour, frontin and hittin somethin Red lipstick prints all over my drawers Oh you wanna be an actress huh? Well my movie's hardcore Like Dungeons & Dragons; gettin brains in a Benz wagon Step out, jeans saggin, crew laughin Gettin blazed by the fiend for ten bones a piece Nuttin but the dog in me needin to be released This is us [Chorus: Carl Thomas] You know that I do, the best that I can But you don't seem to love me no more, no more I try to please you, and be your man But you don't seem to love me no more, no more [LL Cool J] The flipside of the coin, what team you wanna join? You in The Tunnel every Sunday exposin your tenderloins in every rap cat's face, with some ol' flirty shit to say Need to go home, wash your kids up, and put your tits away Me and my clique in motion, champagne and Alize Got your mind bubblin crazy, wanna flip Cool J Spend your last on your hairdo, but you ain't save a dime to put your child through college baby, now have you? Go get a job interview, your bad-ass kids a curfew and skip that "Bills Bills" shit broads is goin through I know this prostitute who said that life ain't cute Child born with a destiny only God can dispute Players giggle and laugh, flashin gats and cash My dogs don't care about you Boo, they like your ass Told me if I call and your man answer, ask for L so he can say, "No L live here," our code is ill Tell him you about to catch a flick with Sherell Plottin and schemin in the shower, masturbatin on the cell The neighborhood hustler, that cat we all know That nigga we grew up with, son from next do' My dream was to flow and escape the hell below but the demons in my life set fire to my dough I thought about murder, I vowed my revenge like the devil's pumpin hate through my heart with a syringe This is us [Chorus] [LL Cool J] They say a man gon' be a man, but that's only half the scenario You nag a cat, you givin him a license to fuck a hoe When a man come home late, he want his girl to say hello Not hear all that bullshit, bout, "Nigga where you go?" Fried chicken ready, t-shirt and panties at the stove Messages written down, blunt rolled ready to go Give me a hug, not too long, give me space When a cat got issues don't need you all up in his face Rub your breasts, kick back, smile a little If it's rainin outside, chill, listen to the drizzle Now kiss my chest, call me Superman Pull down my boxers by the Calvin Klein band (?) wash it, enjoy the flavor, I return the favor This behavior, should save ya from me all night freakin, with a nineteen year-old half naked Puerto Rican, creamy ass leakin Every man will agree, when she nag it's killin me I don't always wanna talk about how the world is shittin on me I sip some Alize and meditate the pain away And get in my own zone where I wanna be alone for solo Reminisce with photos And missed opportunities to make some dough flow, you know? Chill, relax baby, support me from the background Believe in my dreams, instead, you and your girls sat 'round complain about, who's tradin ass for cash If there ain't no trust then just us can't last This is us, I know you feelin that Think about that shit, word up [Chorus] [Carl Thomas] Your man, your man, your man Everything we've been through yeah All the places we've been yeah Just don't know if I'll be the same again, ha Ever since you walked all all over me, ha And even if we bring this back together, ha You know it won't be the same, no no no no No no no no no, ha Ohhh I, I, baby I, tried to be your man Whoahoahhohhh, ohhhhh yeahhhhh Hooo hooo hooo Can't you hear meee? Can't you hear meee? Whoahhhh.. more free lyrics |
11. _ Take It Off
[LL Cool J] I didn't even know a young lady could look that good I'm ready da bounce outa queens and come to your hood I'm ready da change your life baby, spend some cash Because you got me chinky eyed like blunts mixed with hash When your in my ferrari, look at the seats carve your ass L drive drunk baby, pass the glass As we run up in the club politican with thugs When your bra straps showin' baby girl it's love 'Cause you are the loose Token and sippin' honeypoof Cause you are the loose Sweet as cranberry, peach snaps and apple-loops Runnin' with Queens finest all the way to the top Pass cars, hard dick and plenty money to shop [Hook] Take it off, Come on and dance with me baby Take it off, There aint nobody who can fade me Take it off, I'm on a hot-streak lately Take it off, You know that ass look crazy Take it off, You saw me up in that mercedes Take it off, I know my crew look shady Take it off, You see me spendin' dubs baby Take it off, Watch me dance for you baby Wo day drive is live, Monte Carlo was ill Convertable limousines, def jam got the bill Remember R. Kelly had the house on the hill Well when the partys over we can go there and chill In London it's Big Ben style breakfast in bed In Paris you were on an Eifel Tower givin' me head Go to Switzerland, private jets over the house Come home, ghetto style, bend you over the couch Real niggaz, nothin' but the platnium shit Keep that ass soakin wet, plus I'm spendin' his chips Who's fuckin' wit that, put your middle finger in the air Has a jet pasion X-man playin' wit your hair [Hook] Take it off, Come on and dance with me baby Take it off, There aint nobody who can fade me Take it off, I'm on a hot-streak lately Take it off, You know that ass look crazy Take it off, You saw me up in that mercedes Take it off, I know my crew look shady Take it off, You see me spendin' dubs baby Take it off, Watch me dance for you baby Dance for me baby (x4) To my man Black Jus baby RIP Accesory to the crime is the prime dogg 3 When we get the money baby, spreadin' the cream To tell your brother Joe to hold it down for Queens And to my cousin Will, hold ya head nigga chill J.T. Damon in the car let's get the squeels My nigga Big Bonny Puff, glad your home Rock the bells Melly Mell, Jimmy Love and Tone Baby we live cats, lookin' at where in we rides at Drug walls, hip-hop beats, how 'bout that The rest fell so far, they can't climb back Let's take it to the video-tape, rewind that [Hook (x2)] Take it off, Come on and dance with me baby (everybody in the club) Take it off, There aint nobody who can fade me (word up) Take it off, I'm on a hot-streak lately (champagne glass in the air baby) Take it off, You know that ass look crazy (Just wanna pop it dog, word up) Take it off, You saw me up in that mercedes (yeah yeah) Take it off, I know my crew look shady (it's official, word up) Take it off, You see me spendin' dubs baby Take it off, Watch me dance for you baby Take it off, Greatest of All Times. [x1] more free lyrics |
12. _ Back Where I Belong
[LL Cool J Talking] Yo, yea, aight after this particular practice run I'ma practice both verses, after this, I want you to find a spot That's close to when the beat drops to the rewind point, locate point You ain't gotta be on that all night, this the soundtrack Yo, Yea, Check it ok, alright, huh ok [Verse 1] The other night I was up at Farmers, politican wit some bloods They told me "yo L, in the streets you aint gettin no Love And Ever since the X's and the Jiggas came out my niggas aint tryin to the hear that smooth shit you talk about What's Up wit that cat Canibus, some played you out Why you didn't answer back correctly, fuck was that about?" as I sip on some henny, and try to explain some things about the life of a legend, and all the Drama it brings been gone a long time, had a lot of shit on my mind I decided I don't want to reach my goal if it means losing my shine Streets is Hip-hop and I'm Hip-Hop, so the streets is Mine Ballin' as long as you been livin', that's a long time Hard to Stay hungry when your pockets are so fat You hit a hot one in every city on the map And niggas keep sleepin' and you keep coming back You know better than the gat, but niggas still wanna clap [Chorus 2x - Ja Rule] It feels so good to be back Where I Belong The Streets is Where I Belong They Had me locked down much too long Hey Hey [Verse 2] Some Say "L that's cool, but see times have changed" Niggas got red bandanas, and the grill in the range That gold shit is dead, niggas rock platinum chains Trade O.E. for Henny, Colt 45 for champagne Hustling niggas found they way into the game Extorting all these so called ballers wit big names And you gotta have a squad, cuz running from Def aint safe I know you living good, but aint no smile up on our face I'm like a villain, I'm representing on my lyrics and force feed the world, even if they don't want to hear it As far as Canibus go, my man is hittin' his ex-broad I'm getting head from his new piece While 20 gang-bangers applaud, you came up with that bullshit Some heads sucked it up, then you dropped that garbage album And Totally fucked it up, I coulda told ya I knew your moms From the after-hours spot, when I used to be up in Canada With the dreads on a black block, before you dick rode Lost Boyz For a ticket our to Jersey, but being the man I am I tried to show ya mercy, I coulda told the World The way ya label hates your guts And how me and Wyclef, got together to set you up And how he gave me half your budget, don't believe me look it up Ya A&R promotion niggas, they helped me hook it up I hate to be responsible, for destroying your career A one-hit wonder, huh No Wonder you disappeared, I coulda told the world You get your lyrics from the internet Then spit 'em word for word Like you really a rap vet, How you take metaphors from books And put 'em in your rhyme, and how you really from Canada And you been frontin' all this time I heard your second album, that shit is garbage too LL Cool J and I did this to you On that note he said "Yo L, you the man", I said peace, one love And Drove off in the Lex Land [Chorus- 2x] [LL Cool J talking] Yea nigga, the jig is up nigga, huh ha You know what I'm sayin?, all that bullshit you was talking Dont mean shit, you finish now I'm still the man nigga the vanguard award is in my motherfuckin living room You know what I mean? come get that shit, fuck, what MIC still on my arm nigga, word up Both arms, I'ma get another one nigga You Know what I'm sayin, this LL you know how I get down You should of known, when you did it He probably did it to get some fame but is this really what you want? Hahahahahahahha more free lyrics |
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