Check Check 1-2 1-2 1-2 (its rolling)Yea yea yea Dr. Dre up in here yall know what this is.Its what yall been waiting for Funk Master Flex Big KapDef Jam Records giving it to you baby.Yo Eminem show these mother fuckers what time it is babyI used to be a lonely man only mad until I got a million dollars shitNow if I only had some fucking hair Id pull it faster than a bulletOut of Tupacs chest before the ambulance came too late to do itIm trying to grow it back again it was an accidentI had my back against the fan and chopped it off in AmsterdamI hate the straight jacket it aint latching and cant lock itSo they stapled my hand to my pants pocketsThe cells padded and battered like someone else had itBefore me and just kept throwing they fucking selfs at itMy head is aching Im dedicated to medicationBut this med is taking to long to bring me this sedation? (Come on!)Anyway I got down with Dre (What up?) The first man who taught me how the glock sounded to sprayRunning up and down the street screaming F*ck the PoliceWhen you still had your mothers fucking Nipple stuck in your teeth(Fucking baby) Became a role model after ColoradoNow all they do is follow me around and holla Bravo!Hell yea I punch my bitch and beat my kids in publicSuck my dick bitchIm sick enough to f*ck a man in his face but I wontCause youll probably want to stand in his placeSo put a sock in it with your fake-ass Tupac imageYou faggots aint tough you just get drunk and become talkative(Want to Fight?) Im probably the awkwardest alcoholic talkingWalking like a midget with a ladder in his back pocketSo when you see me on your block stumbling mumblingA bunch of dumb shit like my drunk uncle doesI aint buzzed Imm juss high on lifeSo why on earth would I need drugs when I can fly on kites?Motherfuckers Slim ShadyDr Dre!Im drunk pass the tecEminem and Dr. Dre Cause if I get locked up tonight!Then I might not come home tonight![Dre] Keep it moving! Off and on Eminem is onOff and on Dr. Dre is OnThe whole entire world can sit and twirl like a whirling tireI set a fucking girl on fire with a curling iron (AHH!)Psych Im just joking for christ sakeDont get so bent out of shape Cause I went out and raped six girlfriendsSome people just dont get it but I wont let it upset meCause they dont know betterThey dont know what the f*ck its like to be so fed upAnd fed so many uppers youre down and wont get upMy minds got a mind of its own sometimes I cant find it at homeIt hides in the stove (Hello where you at?)Shit talk about your brain being bakedMy shits still in the oven on 480 De-GradesHailey Jade daddy loves you babyDont ever tell me how to raise my daughter f*ck you ladyYou critics want to criticize but couldnt visualizeIndividuals lives through a criminals eyesThe neighborhood that I grew up in you could die for nothingAnd Dirty Dozen watches over me so try some dumb shitIll have a fucking man raped with a band-aid over his mouthAnd shove his head in the fan bladeDont ever tell me what I can and what I cant sayOr change cause of the age range in my fan baseLike I give a f*ck whos buying this shitQuit fucking buying it Im tired bitch Im dying to quitHip Hop is universal now its all commercial nowIts like a circle full of circus clowns up in the circuit nowBut now the white kids like it so they tell me I can buy itBut as soon as I get on the mic its like the night get silentEither that or booed thats why I keep an attitudeAnd go to sleep with it and wake up with it every afternoonIm sick of being judged f*ck it let me see a judgeIll confess to every murder I committed since 3 years oldF*ck that turn that shit offLets get the f*ck out of hereYou know how we do (echo)

[Jay-Z]This one for the futureEverybody want to be a Roc-a-fella gangstaHard for the street sicka for the clubSometimes for the ladies but this one for my thugsHey yo niggas want to drive by the hood and dumpCome on stupid I clap up from your hood to the trunkFoot on the floor back on the wall good with the pumpBlast through your stomach stupid you can look through your lunchIs this what you want? Niggas thats clappin that priestRunnin the streets lawless blastin policeStickin Furbys out the window snatchin your nieceAnd nah we dont just rap we clap you past the seatsMe with the twin eagle B. Sigel and BleekAnd I got the whole city ready to throw toast wit meIm loved niggas want to throw slugs with JiggaAll they need is a reason to show love for JiggaNiggas want to go back to back till both of our gats clackTill we reload in three seconds flat Im backNiggas aint met ya hat till we entered through ya shoulderAnd we exit out ya back gangsta nigga[Chorus]Jay-Z I flow hard for the street sicka for the club Sometimes for the ladies but this one for my thugsBleek To my thug niggas slug niggas tear the club niggas My I dont give a f*ck niggas.Both Its all love niggas[Memhpis Bleek]Cock and shoot it smoke whole city pollutedWhen I talk the whole block mutedLike E.F. Hutton styleBleek not frontin nowWe suit up for war with no button downWe clip up and zip up hit your wip upPut 4 in your cage the other 4 in your faceAnd you dont want thatI catch a nigga who aint pump atSend em to one of my custys and bring a lung backMe Bean Jay shit you cant front thatWeed coke dope Bleek nigga pump thatStay in the game for my beef I tote up Sit blow in the seat my weed I roll upSmoke one to the head come between my stomach and legYeah Im the thuggin the street You dont want nothing with BleekIts Roc-A Fella for life you know that shitGet your guns get your ones nigga throw that shit[Chorus]Jay-Z I flow hard for the street sicka for the club Sometimes for the ladies but this one for my thugsBleek Where my thug niggas slug niggas tear the club niggas My I dont give a f*ck niggas.Both Its all love niggas[Amil]This goes out to my give head bitches my suck pussy niggasSupply cookie niggasYo I live for the sheets I die for the sheetsAnd I got spit for beets like I ride for my peepsYo I love this glamour shit but bitch I been gutterBefore can I get it and double excel coversI thought I heard somebody say they want some hardcoreI like everything from my dick to my bras rawNow is my street niggas no into thisNow is my street bitches not into thisWild loud like my thugs do up in the tunnelYou know the rock ??? itchy finger the tussleThis territory locked no more room in this hustleCheck the sound scan we getting platinum plaques and bundlesVerses I lye them down they never die downIf the crowd rile down then fire another round[Chorus]Jay-Z I flow hard for the street sicka for the club Sometimes for the ladies but this one for my thugsBleek To my thug niggas slug niggas tear the club niggas My I dont give a f*ck niggas.Both Its all love niggas[Beanie SigelI squeeze guns thatll go through your jeepYou know Im controllin the streetBeanie Sigel Hove and BleekI keep rope and a baby mackDont get your ladies snatchedComin out that baby gatFuckin with a crazy catI know you want to lay me flatShit plenty niggas want to pay me backWin on stick-ups turn thou avalanche pick-upsFor the soft and the cooked up they lost when they looked upWhy you think I roll with the Roc?Shit everybody I roll wit Hash-EEverybody I roll wit gotAint stopping me from takin over blocksWest coast style S.K. with the shoulder stopOrder hour fifteen I spur on your teamFour pound heckling cockedJeckle ya block settin off Viper alarmsStrikin ya momsRoc-a-fella dynasty gotcha right in their palms[Chorus]Jay-Z I flow hard for the street sicka for the club Sometimes for the ladies but this one for my thugsBleek To my thug niggas slug niggas tear the club niggas My I dont give a f*ck niggas.Both Its all love niggas

(Sample of Jiggas bounce and bitch in background)Big KapFlexDrop a bomb on yallUhh[Lady Luck]You can catch Luck in the dice gameTearin the block upI dont stop bank I close account stock upSpend the whole advance and both hands get it rocked upStreet lookin like a track meet when I pop upHow these broads gonna stop LuckWithout glocks upRun in the club barefooted throwin five shots upNiggas want to bounce tell em bounce throw your ox upYou just buck oh five and act like you want some[Jinx Da Juvy]Ay yo you can catch me in the hood with PapiTryin to cop grandsScrew a dirtbike Im tryin na cop me a landIm a gorilla nigga feed me black banannasMight catch me blacked down with a black bandannaWith the 5th choked outIn a Benz with the rims poked outOr in a truck with Luck gettin smoked outIm tryin not to blast this catBut yall hatin on again so Im a spaz on Funkmaster Flex[Chorus][Jiggas sample and Big Kap]BounceTo all my thugs in the club poppin crisBounceTo all my fly chicks with they own shitBounceTo all my thugs throwin guns on the sixBounce bitch bounce bitch bounce bitch bounce bounceTo all my ladies in the club wildin outBounceTo all my thugs in the pen bowin outBounceTo all my fly chicks stay stylin out[Jinx Da Juvy]Ay yo ay yo ay yoYall done let the kid in the game who black outYall done assed outIm runnin in the game snatching change on the cash thoughAnybody could get itI dare whyall to act upI guarantee homicide will be comin to drag outDummies Im dumpin dumb dums on when I clap outA lot of niggas rap thug but never pull gats outShit Im from the street lay the strip with the jacks outWho want the coke price whenever I ran up in the crackhouse[Lady Luck]I got niggas on my dick and I aint even got oneFlow kind of sick you gotta get cop oneNiggas talk slick only when the cops comeThats when I come through and scrape yo assUh uh I need ta uh uh milli uh uhsExtra fu-unds whole damn crew got gu-unsHow you goin talk crap with clap are you-unsClaim to be a thug nigga wontt you blast su-um[Chorus]

La la la la la laOh Id lie for you babyOh Id die for you babyI build you upBut if ever I fall downAnd I need you to pick me upPromise me youll be aroundHold me downIll build you upListen if you let me Ill be the reason you shineIts a secret I want the world to know that youre mineBut on some real shit communications could be betterSo Im writin a song instead of a love letterThey can play it on the radio a hundred times a dayI figure when you hear it you would stop and think of meI want to get to know ya and be the reason you smileGirl you know where Im from you know how I get downWhen times are tough tell me that Im specialNot rap I mean me that Im specialYou know they say diamonds are a girls best friendPrecious stones could you put me before themIf so Ill see to it that they always aroundNothin but the best now how does that soundIf I talk with you when we talk you can keep itGirl you on my mind all the time its a secretBaby Ill build you upGirl if I never show I have you by my sideI build you upGirl I need to know for sure youre mineI need to know for sureBaby Ill build you upGirl if I never show I have you by my sideI build you upGirl I need to know for sure youre mineI need to know for sureI think about you thinkin that you feel the same wayWas it just my imagination again runnin awayIf you ready to ride girl come on lets rollG-55 fly ma lets goIts hard to measure the pleasure of havin you in my presentYour smile makes me smile Ill show you my styleWe can shop a lil bit I pick out my shitOne pair at a time till your shoe games sickNow who knows what the future holds well be together probablyFor better or worst like Whitney and BobbyIf you want to play house we can play house thenBut wait why pretend if you can move inBefore I be your buddy in bed let me be your best friendGirl its more than lust I want your trustYou keep it real with me Ill keep it real with youCause I know with you by my side theres nothin I cant doBaby Ill build you upGirl if I never show I have you by my sideI build you upGirl I need to know for sure youre mineI need to know for sureBaby Ill build you upGirl if I never show I have you by my sideI build you upGirl I need to know for sure youre mineI need to know for sure

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Q: Im Supposed to Die Tonight

ManYou know where the niggas be at right?Take me to em[Chorus]All through the hood I keep hearin niggas sayin Im supposed to die tonight (pup pup pup pup pup pup)Niggas come put a hit out and they talkin like the shit okay (pup pup pup pup pup pup)Im down to ride tonightWe rollin whip stolen AK loadedIm down to ride tonightIts smokin street locin locked and loadedSomebody gon die tonightThis is nothin new I been in the position beforeGrandma crib niggas outside of her doorDifferent day same shit old mac new clipThirty two hollow tips gloves no rubber gripIm a boss but niggas never show no respectI catch em slippin I have em tongue kissin my tecWant to come test me pussy boy dont tryPolice responds never fast enough the shots firedDont be stupid find out who you fuckin wit sonFore we find out where ya bitch gets her hair and nails doneIts elementary life is but a dreamYou know row row ya boat your blood forms a streamAfter you get hit you should of thought about the shitYou took that paper you take a life or ya life get took bitchSometimes I sit and look at life from a different angleDont know if Im Gods child or Im Satans angel[Chorus]In 2002 if you asked me to make a wishI simply would of wished that my music would be a hitBig said damn niggas want to stick me for my paperAnd pray for my downfall I understand it allBut me Im a little more flashy a niggaSo chances are Ima have to blast me a niggaIm on that teflon vest shit that wild wild west shitAnd eighty one 1 carrot stones in my necklaceI shine so hard I make motherfuckers want to kill meEvery projects and every hood I go they feel meKnow it sounds like rap but this shit is real be I dont talk that rich shit but nigga Im filthyWhen I come out to play had my mom been with meYou could bet your bottom dollar that revolver with meHomeboy frontin on me will shorten your life spanHold the mic with my left the knife in my right hand[Chorus]

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