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P-Poppin (Ludacris)

One mo gin! Head Down Pussy Poppin on that head stand


[Hook]
Head down pussy pussy poppin
Head down pussy pussy poppin
Head down pussy pussy poppin
Head down pussy poppin on a handstand
[Ludacris]
On a handstand
On my american banstands
Summersalts cartwheels bitch just keep on dancing
Chinese splits-splits slide on down that pole-pole
And feel this dick getin outa control-trol
Oh no keep goin till a nigga like me say stoooop
Let it kiss the sky and then make it droooop
Cut and twist if you don't like it you **in Cris
Im rubbin clit so stay in catch don't try to duck and miss
Do your stretches don't pull no handsprings
You got me movin infact your doin the damn thang
Stronger muscles exersize every body your body hurts
Lets do this sweatin thank god your bath and body works
I like a woman who makes her own doe don't need a lot of help
But your heart'll melt if I put a thousand in your garder belt
Lipgloss traces your pierced in 11 places
And your lips down town just made some familiar faces like WOAH!

[Hook x2]
[Shawna]
Imma send a chapter to this pussy poppin legacy
Shawna be that bitch cant no bitches don't ** wit me
When I pop that cris im on that business and bubbly
When im in that 6 wit 20s spinin on luxury
Cuz I got that head game
Pullin up that bed frame
But don't get me wrong now shawty gon' let that leg hang
Better learn that game shawty
Better get yo' man shawty
Foe he endup tamed and be gone all in the brain shawty
This here be futuristic
This business so explicit
The way I brake it down for you bitches it so exquisit
Let it go now front back watch me drop it like that
Show me where that money at
Boy come wit the money stacks
Now break in wit that pussy poppin
That pussy droppin to the floe
And got these nigga's slobbin
Wit out that doe papi aint nuttin happen
Cuz that's the show im from the go u get that pussy poppin
Stopin that pussy dropin GONE

[Hook x2]
[Lil Fate]
Every time we hit the club
Wut we need is 50 deep
Smokin Purple coat and grichi got everybody keed
At the club 7 days a week party be be off in this bitch
More hight poppin dropin god damn shawty who is this
Redbone wit a scorpio tatted on her tummy
Im sittin slouched back in the chair stuntin waving money
And shawty start zig zaggin a dariair for me
A bowlegged darbreded said her name was strawberry
Up her pussy shawty pushed in a whole bottle of moe
Reached in my pocket grabbed a G and then threw it on the floe
Here u deserve this doe now jump on stage and work the pole
Face down**up hoes hands on those
Now pop that coochie you know the procedure
If you want this cash gotta make that**shake like a seizure
Either magic or pleasas
Find me spending Gs up
Maxin out my visa
Trickin on strip teasers

[Hook x3]

Keep Control (Marley Marl)




featuring Tragedy King Tee Grand Puba Def Jef Chubb Rock

(Chorus)
Keep control...

(Tradegy the Intelligent Hoodlum)
When I made arrest the president America ate me
Spoke the truth that the gov't hates me
They labeled me a prejudice poet
I'm speaking the truth as I know it
I hold on but it's hard for me to handle
Too much lies corruption and scandal
Cops want to kill a brother or two
Who do you call when the gang wears blue
I ain't going out like an Uncle Tom man
My gun is loaded and I'm itching to pull the trigger
I'm marking for death as a funky rhyme sayer
Corruption flows from the cops to the mayor
Mali troops will run through your resident
In my hand will be the head of your president
All you fess that made a check to throwdown
Will rise up for a political showdown

Chorus

(King Tee)
Yo, King Tee stepping in on a dark tip
Open your eyes and your mind and get a grip
Of the ropes and chains that kept us
Since we were black they didn't want to except us
But it's ok, I got my own plan
'Cause yo, I ain't down wit your program
The natives cook, wash and clean
And to the rubbers that throw in the scene
M-A-N-D-E-L-A
Now you got a chance to hear what he say
Since they kept him locked up for so long
'Cause his skin was black and his mind was strong
But we need to all stand together though
And let the red, black and green show
Become aware of yourself before it gets too late
Another message from King Tee the great

Chorus

(Grand Puba)
Yo bust it
Hung wit the flip, got a ?dooby? wig
Now she thinks she's all that shit, her man got zits
Hon living lovely, Miss Gouchi
Even got a Benz when she drives around wit all her friends
Ugn, miss quick fast in a heedy
Speedy, speedy, speedy, the bitch is greedy
Spend so fast, she got caught wit 4 kids
And the man caught a nice thick bitch
Now the bitch is on skid
Screaming how she hates her kids
The move for the bitch is a thing quick and easy
Think slick, she better get wit the wick
'Cause foul, foul, foul is your style
You tried to run the race but you lost by a mile
See it everyday, it's the same old sorry song
How long must this go on

Chorus

(Def Jef)
Power now or never, together forever
And ever, sever make it endever
To enlight your brother when
I recommend to extend a hand
Expand it then wish strength to fend
Black women and men from the white power structure
They stucked ya in, stoled your culture and fuked ya
And you gave birth to a nation
You freelabel laid America's economic foundation
Blood, sweat and tears and fear for years
But now here was a peer to give you shift in the gears
The turn of the tables, knowledge and ables
Us to escape the sterotype wit the labels
And years of classroom fables, fiction
Fallacies all sorts and fabrications
?For sarge? even fuss
Star Spangled story, stigma and stunts

Chorus

(Chubb Rock)
I know this 11 year old kid named Jeffery Cowen
And knowing his father slowing
And his mother is hoeing
And now should he be growing
He's too young to be sewing
he should just chill and be flowing
I know he was being malested and sold
And his mom for being infected
Never check it, so I invested
My time and made sure little bro was looked at
Pops got evicted, not a smack
Pumped his fists and being that I'm a ?fugiless?
The bum got done by the one
And little Jeffery, no more tears left and drip
Mixed wit seaman on his lip, emotional trip
It confuses and bent ill thoughts
In the soul of the youngster
Is daddy a monster
That raw creates lip songs and heartache pain
Drys and open your eyes for the insane

Chorus

Skins Turn Blue (Primitive Radio Gods)

“Show me from an 11-year olds' stand point, what is life?”
“You don't wanna be here! Y-You don't wanna be here!”

Words from the B-side
(See through the eyes of another)
One way down, one way down
(See through the eyes of another)
You're high on a wind wave that
(See through the eyes of another)
Don't know Jack, don't know Jack
(See through the eyes of another)

Shit about what it means
You're all beat down like a dog on a leash
Chasing things that don't move
But are never in reach
Sit down, lose your mind 'till it thinks right
Someday your skin turns blue

“Who are you? Who are you?”
(See through the eyes of another)
(See through the eyes of another)

When will you realize
The nigger you hate is your brother
One way down, one way down
(See through the eyes of another)
Surprised that I talk like that
(See through the eyes of another)
You ain't seen Jack, you ain't seen Jack
(See through the eyes of another)

Look what's happened to me
I'm all **ed up and it's easy to see
What you mean
Turned three hundred and sixty degrees
Skin rack, blow your mind up it sets right
Sometimes your skin turns blue
“He who has lived without honor must die without honor.”
(See through the eyes of another)
“Who are you? Who are you?”
(See through the eyes of another)
“From this day forth, let no man call me white!”

(guitar solo)

I'm not gonna theorize
You break the chains or you'll smother
One way down, one way down
(See through the eyes of another)
It's a sign of a self-made man
(See through the eyes of another)
It all comes back, it all comes back
(See through the eyes of another)
Look who's always so down
You can't get up with your knees on the ground
Looking 'round
Trying hard for an easy way out
That's right, hold your breath if you like
But don't cry when your skin turns blue

(deep voice babbling)
(See through the eyes of another)
“Who are-Who are you?
(See through the eyes of another)
“Wh-Wh-Wh-Who are you?”
(See through the eyes of another)
“Sounds like...”
(See through the eyes of another)
“I help no one get hit by a bullet that wouldn't mess with me”

Your Skin Turns Blue (Primitive Radio Gods)

“Show me from an 11-year olds' stand point, what is life?”
“You don't wanna be here! Y-You don't wanna be here!”

Words from the B-side
(See through the eyes of another)
One way down, one way down
(See through the eyes of another)
You're high on a wind wave that
(See through the eyes of another)
Don't know Jack, don't know Jack
(See through the eyes of another)

Shit about what it means
You're all beat down like a dog on a leash
Chasing things that don't move
But are never in reach
Sit down, lose your mind 'till it thinks right
Someday your skin turns blue

“Who are you? Who are you?”
(See through the eyes of another)
(See through the eyes of another)

When will you realize
(The nigger you hate is your brother)
One way down, one way down
(See through the eyes of another)
Surprised that I talk like that
(See through the eyes of another)
You ain't seen Jack, you ain't seen Jack
(See through the eyes of another)

Look what's happened to me
I'm all **ed up and it's easy to see
What you mean
Turned three hundred and sixty degrees
Skin rack, blow your mind up it sets right
Sometimes your skin turns blue

“He who has lived without honor must die without honor.”
(See through the eyes of another)
“Who are you? Who are you?”
(See through the eyes of another)
“From this day forth, let no man call me white!”

(guitar solo)

I'm not gonna theorize
(You break the chains or you'll smother)
One way down, one way down
(See through the eyes of another)
It's a sign of a self-made man
(See through the eyes of another)
It all comes back, it all comes back
(See through the eyes of another)
Look who's always so down
You can't get up with your knees on the ground
Looking 'round
Trying hard for an easy way out
That's right, hold your breath if you like
But don't cry when your skin turns blue

(deep voice babbling)
(See through the eyes of another)
“Who are-Who are you?
(See through the eyes of another)
“Wh-Wh-Wh-Who are you?”
(See through the eyes of another)
“Sounds like...”
(See through the eyes of another)
“I don't want no-one to get hit by a bullet that wasn't meant for me!”


Submitted by Michael **

Untouchable (2Pac)

[2Pac] (Intro)

Makaveli, I'm in the studio drunk then a mutha**a..
Ready to freestyle this shit and do it wild..
Live, for all my dogs.. For all my dogs out there raising hell,
just to see ya young nigga, raise the bail..
stepped out on the streets, fresh from jail,
all the police wanna rag and tell,
not knowing that I stacks my mail,
all these niggas wanna see me fail..
that's just the intro, as I sit back and rock this instrumental...

After the fire comes the rain, after the pleasure it's pain,
even though we broke for the moment, we ballin' the game...
time to make yo mind military, be prepared for the bustas,
similar to bitches too scary and too near me be rushing...
visions of over-packed prisons,
feens and niggas thug livin',
pressures and 3 Strikes, hope they don't tell us...
they call it heater, amminition at grace,
move without a sound, let me slide down, pistols in place...
they got me feenin' for currency, the money it goes,
it's like I'm a, dreamin' senior season me ballin'...
official hated, and my enemies be hated, got the cops .4-5 stanchin' niggas pagers...
laid with a mark, soon as we start, but it's hard to quit,
started out drinkin' 40's, the hardest shit...
God Damn now I'm a grown man, I follow no man,
nigga got my own plan, in my hand...
got the .45, I get it live to survive, make these niggas die,
while gettin' high though we cry...
when these thugs bud, niggas'll leave in they casket,
that's what you get for being playa hatin' bastards...
me and my click so ligit, we keep a 50 on us,
these niggas know, you can't touch us...
when they get to come against us, these niggas be defenceless and senseless,
knockin' niggas back on the fence...
my whole click be sick, and though we rip whole crews,
niggas knew we came through drinkin' 22's of brew,
and though we drink Hennessy, we provide our enemies with mo' shit,
though all the world so legit...
I read my name out, Makaveli with the Thug Life tatted on the bottom of my belly,
can these niggas understand this, my whole family is sick and so Scandalouz...
Let's intorduce my click, Kastro, when he blast yall niggas run to hide,
Napoleon will provide the game, let me explain while Edi provide shit for the needy and take from the greedy..
Khadafi, he's not sloppy and not a copy, he's the only one bring a gun, if you want it...
Young Noble bring the soul to the troop, let 'em know we come through in a bucket of BMW's...
we trouble you, the "W" for West Side, niggas die when they try to infultrate my crew...
we never hide, we ride, and die together,
and when you see my click we always ride forever...
me, my whole click is sick, we smoke sisamy, can you convince the G,
that they can come against me...
you can't see me on TV or live, niggas die when they try to come against me...
never hide, in my own zone in my own dome,
in my mind I'm a Don, niggas knew it once,
I came all out, splashed on niggas, will I dash on niggas,
once I mash these niggas, I'll be bader nigga...
it's me, Makaveli, a.k.a The Don of this whole click,
nigga you's slow sick...
that's my freestyle drunk and slow,
just so you bitch**niggas in the back row now...
weather it's New York or Texas,
ride through in a Lexus,
a BMW, I trouble you,
so and forever this Big 'ol "W"...
hu-hu-hu, my Double R cruise, I'm a big rap star,
rockin' the grooves, niggas where ya at...
where you are is the back, in the front when you park this shit,
I keep a gat inside my trunk legit,
always, and though I'm on probabtion I still rock the nation,
out on bail,
though last year I was in jail,
raise hell, until I get my mail,
will I fail?..
hell naw nigga bite my nails...
I keep a manicure, though you panic,
you're still gone die
when Pac get high...
smokin' Indo, I roll my window down,
a smooth criminal, and though I pack this pound,
.3-5-7, .0-4-5, will I hide?..
will I die?..
will I ride?..
niggas never know why...
my whole crew, a family click,
always sick,
are we live though we struggle to survive in this mutha**a...
9-5 turn to 9-6, 9-6 turn to 9-7, I keep a .3-5-7 Mac 11...
back home I got a M-O, what I say, a Mini 14, ha ha...
my Double R, ride with my crew, ride with my crew,
you don't have a clue nigga when we comin' for you...
we hit the House of Blues actin' like fools, my nigga Fatal,
put a gun inside a club, I keep his **in' pre-nadle,
had to bang inside a chest, now I, bang as Veli, no-no-no,
with Makaveli I told him don't bring that gas out of Veli...
I said yo Fatal are you crazy, nigga pissin' all side in the front,
niggas said god damn them niggas is funny as hell...
what you want?.. you want the pump?..
hell naw them niggas don't want no beef,
that's why we left that mutha**a in a Rose,
a Limo I mean... well pick this out, to me,
I was sittin' in the back, then on some hits,
I did a dope as show, them niggas will always remember me...
came from India, Felizimo, was the call, yeah nigga I got Vasache on,
on mighty all them niggas want to ** with me, yall know...
I always represent my people to the fullest,
yeah I'm that same mutha**a that took five, bullets...

A-1 Performance (AZ)

[Talking]
Y'all can't be serious, this is A-1 performance
Your boy wit' the million-dollar vocal chords
No more Cristal and DoM P, straight Gatorade
And they say in death, all life questions shall be answered
But this here started before the womb
and will not end after the grave
Y'all can't disturb me

[Verse One]
Critically acclaimed, verbally I'm sickly insane
Officially, I remain the Ripleys of the game
Believe or not, the hustler's here to retrieve his spot
From y'all dungaree thieves that mislead the block
No rehearsal, nothing's controversial
Relax homie, react, one response'll hurt you
I know death, I was there when souls left
Froze holdin' my nose, over decomposed flesh
It's deeper, brown reefer, no beeper, low ceaser
Outta sight, the life make the doe sweeter
The raps Derrick Jeter, veggie-eater, half-ebonizer
Love leisure, crewed up, in the stretch 11-seaters
It's either; move accordin' or, lose an organ
It's sorta like an abortion, you choose what's more important for ya
Pimp to poet, from prince to heroic to
Now, King of New York now, as if y'all don't know this.

[Chorus]
If you, If you think you want it
You know y'all can get it
Nobody doing it better than AZ, no, no, no [2x]

[Verse Two]
I done did the ostrige, the gators, silver foxes
Silk boxers, rocked ice so obnoxious
Wore pradas, Taj Mahal more dollars
What other mother**er y'all could call hotter
Street affilly, sweet swisher, switch from willy
This so amazing, MJ style the flows Cajun
Connect wit me, absorb, reflect wit me
Respect im so N-Sync, I could ** Britney
Been about it, no comparison, send 'em a stylest
They too old for gold, and they dress code is childish
I'm grown music, so I ask don't confuse it
Consider, I'ma soul food this Howard Heuwit
Sos the don, so seductive overdose 'em wit' charm
Paranoid, sorta, so please approach me calm
Clothes and money, hydro, hoes among me,
Emphatically, the truth is y'all can't take nothin' from me.

[Chorus]
If you, If you think you want it
You know y'all can get it
Nobody doing it better than AZ, no, no, no [2x]

[Verse Three]
Although it's all music, at times we misuse it
Confuse it, like we back on the block suited
Born-thugs now get recruited, but listen youngin'
You still a student I spit twirlin' tricks wit' a toothpick
Taught ya teacher, I'm the source for seekers
Resurrected like christ off the cross on easter
Zone excessive, seven different home addresses
So many years lost through tribulations, I've grown possessive
I, earned my title, I learned survival
Self made, never too concerned wit' idols
The earth and the moon is one, and I'm the sun
So all competition is none, get ya gun.

[Chorus]
If you, If you think you want it
You know y'all can get it
Nobody doing it better than AZ, no, no, no [2x]
Nobody, doing it better than AZ

Dear One (Larry Finnegan)

Dear One

Artist: Larry Finnegan (peak Billboard position # 11 in 1962 )
Words and Music by John Lawrence Finneran and Vincent C Finneran

(Dear One, Dear One, Dear One)

<Moderate Tempo>
When the mailman came to our house this mornin'
I was waitin' right there for him at the door
But when I opened up and read your last letter
Then I knew that I would wait for him no more

<Faster>
‘cause you said' Dear One, there's somethin' that I have to tell you”
“Dear One, there's somethin' that I have to say, yay-yay”
“Dear One, he's tall,dark, well you know how it is”
“And Dear One, he stole my heart away.”

“Ah please don't cry, (please don't cry ) try not to be sad (try not to be sad)”
“I tried and I tried (I tried and I tried) not to hurt you bad (not to hurt you bad)”
“I tried so hard (I tried so hard) not to give in (not to give in)”
“But I lost my head and I lost my heart and I lost your love to him”

Then she said “Dear One, there's somethin' that I have to tell you”
“Dear One, there's somethin' that I have to say, yay-yay”
“Dear One, he's tall, dark, well you know how it is”
“And Dear One, he stole my heart away.”

<Instrumental interlude—honky tonk piano>

Oh oh oh “Dear One, there's somethin' that I have to tell you”
“Dear One, there's somethin' that I have to say, yay-yay”
“Dear One, he's tall, dark, well you know how it is”
“And Dear One, he stole my heart away.”

‘cause you said' Dear One, there's somethin' that I have to tell you”
“Dear One, there's somethin' that I have to say, yay-yay”
“Dear One, he's tall, dark, well you know how it is”
“And Dear One, he stole my heart away.”

Oh, “Dear One, he stole my heart away.”
Ah, Dear One, he stole my heart away.”
Oh, Dear One,

Fade “he stole my heart away.

Transcribed by Ronald E. Hontz
ronhontz@worldnet.att.net

Figure Eight (Blossom Dearie)

Figure eight as double four,
Figure four as half of eight.
If you skate, you would be great
If you could make a figure 8.
That's a circle that turns 'round upon Itself.

1 x 8 is 2 x 4.
4 x 4 is 2 x 8.
If you Skate upon thin Ice,
You'd be wise If you thought twice
before you made another single move.

1 x 8 is 8,2 x 8 is l6,
3 x 8 is 24, 4 x 8 is 32,
and 5 X 8 is 40, you know.

6 x 8 is 48, 7 x 8 is 56,
8 x 8 Is 64, 9 x 8 is 72,
10 x 8 is 80, that's true.

11 x 8 is 88, and 12 x 8 is 96.
Now, here's a chance to get off
On your new math tricks.
'Cause 12 x 8 is the same as
10 x 8 Plus 2 X 8
80 plus 16 ... 96

1 x 8 is 8, 2 x 8 is 16
3 x 8 is 24, 4 x 8 is 32
and 5 x 8 is 40, you know.

Figure eight as double four,
Figure four as half of eight.
If you skate, you would be great,
If you could make a figure 8.
That's a circle that turns 'round upon itself.

Place it on its side and it's a symbol meaning Infinity ...

Can't Stay Away (Too $hort)




Intro:

Yeah thats right baby
You rolling to the sounds of Too $hort
Album #11 (Just Can't Stay Away)
You knew I couldn't stay away (can't stay away)
Dedicated to the funk baby
Thats how we do this we been doing this

Verse One:
So I made a new album
Fresh out of retirement
I can't stay away I'm ready to ride again
I could do it for the money I'd rather do it for the fans
Break out my old caddy, I'd knew he'd understand
See I don't stop rapping, so how could I retire
I had to re negotate, Cause the stakes were getting higher
Lawsuits and jail, partnerships fail
Didn't have a drivers lisence, so I was always making bail
Three years ago I told y'all I'd get my scrill
They gave a nigga millions with the same shit deal
You know I gotta live so I might as well learn
I'd be the first mother**er to tell you I got burned
So I retired, started all over again
I put the game down like an Oakland pimp (Oakland pimp)
And now I get payed like the NBA
First class on that ass,every game we play
** your attitude bitch, you ain't hurting me
I'm felling to cool, I'm rolling three times *?berkely?*
You can get your**out and walk home
I'll find another young broud and get my ** on
So please don't trip, in my cadillac bitch
Maybe some other time cause I ain't having that shit
Right now I'm about to lean to the left
Wipe that frown off your face bitch I mean what I said
I'm bout to bump this beat, I'm wasting time talking
Keep ** with me and they goin find their**walking
I'm to the next level, but I keep on rapping
This shit I be doing just ain't suppose to happen
What you know about the motherfuking east side connection
Hitting backstreets in my mother** oldschool flexing
Niggas on the eastside we ain't no punks
Made em get four way stop signs and speedbumps
Always highspeed chasing everyday and night
They call me $ir Too $hort bitch you better say it right
I had to look past rap music and R&B
I be a leader and watch this niggas follow me
I could be 40, album 15 it wouldn't matter
I probably got way more rhymes then all you rappers
I know i got more songs then you ever made
I stayed on the charts and I stayed paid
So don't around me bragging about the shit you achieved
Cause I know excalty what you and me need
To be in two different places all the time
I ain't concerned with yours so stay the ** up out of mine
I own all my shit so you can't destoy it or enjoy it
unless I say so and mother**ers better know it
If you living really good it ain't nuttin but fate
I love to see a new rapper doing something great
When I hear a funky base line I always pay attention
I spit these pimp**rhymes cause hoes love the way
I mention pimp shit all the time
18 years of making music, I bring square bitches to my house
and watch her straight get loose wit it
Too $hort baby can't never stop funking
I've been doing this for years and I got hella songs that bumping
All you hang around along time, One hit happen
Got no love for this rap music, you need to stop rapping
I thought you was jealous of my bitches and cars
But you just mad that your shit ain't hitting like ours
Thats whats real about this beats I tell all my freaks
At the studio, bitch don't bother me
Its all about the funk, live bass
Trinity, infancy JB28 and dump some chords with the vintage key
You hear what I'm saying, learn from my example
Break out the instruments and stay away from the samples
Get your publishing for everything you right
Instead of selling it keep it for the rest of your life
So just take my advice and don't quit
Cause if you do, you won't get shit, beyatch

Outro:

$hort Dawg on the mother** microphone spitting that real game
Album # 11, Just can't stay away
Its on, Once again its on
Too $hort records, in Platinum we trust, believe that

IMG (E A Ski)




IMG nigga ha ha
What? You ain't knowin' 'bout this mother**in' clique mother**er?
Too many niggas you just can't ** with.
So you better bow down to this real mother**in' shit nigga.
Verse 1:
Niggas can't rest they see death in the capital west.
They just rest in pieces when I releases this stress.
Give me the game and watch me run with it like Hardaway.
Raise the Mac 11 and see how many wants to die today.
I don't play no games, I'm a playa so I peep it.
Put one of your funky tracks next to mine and watch me heat-seek it.
Kablow.
All my enemies have been faded.
Even rappers on tour never made it to they designated.
Comin' through that east side Oakland with that drip-drop hip-hop
watered down sound
That never made it to the underground.
Nigga, my voice is more irritating than chlorine in your eye.
Nigga, I'm from the I, M G, I'm S-K-I.
A multi-talented minster music.
Weed? I don't do it. Samples? I don't use it.
Straight, original from this musical OG.
Nigga, open your eye, cuz the I is in IMG.
(chorus)
IMG (for life, nigga)
West Side (for life, nigga)
You raise your glock at my clique (we'll take your life nigga)
It ain't no thing for us to blast
(And twist your cap and leave a bullet in your ass).
IMG (for life, nigga)
West Side (for life, nigga)
You raise your glock at my clique (we'll take your life nigga)
It ain't no thing for us to blast
(And twist your cap and leave a hole in your ass).
Verse 2:
I'm scopin' niggas out.
Show me the trigger and watch me pull it, send a bullet to these
rappers' mouth.
So now, I gotta make my escape
Like Houdini the great.
"O" is for original, "A" is for artillery, "K", that's for killa,
Nigga, for my scrilla. Musical guerilla sellin' records by the milla.
That's platinum, now nigga read my walls and lick my balls
Before your family be missin' you like Aaron Hall.
Now, for all you do, nigga, this is for the bitch in you.
It's part two to take a hit must I continue to bend you
I don't give a ** if your whole crew defends you.
I got a crew to, but I don't need 'em to get in you.
You suck like the pink part of the pussy, fool.
And your tracks ain't funky enough, because your ho keeps dishin' you.
You double agents keep on spyin' me
But it really don't matter cuz they can't see that IMG.
(chorus)
Verse 3:
Niggas be having they noses turned up like bitches.
They must not know I work full time, dumpin' niggas in ditches.
My name and my reputation speak for they self.
The doctor should have told you Mr. SKI is fatal to your health.
Or else, they should tell you I cause brain damage.
I manage to rip MC's in half, before I vanish.
Transparent. (I'm highly invisible and that's why you can't see me).
Lookin' wicked in a T-shirt and a black beanie.
When I creep like TLC
I ain't Tupac so keep your mother**in' eyes off me.
I told you in the beginning,I'd blast if I have to
Now I have to, slap you up like the ho you are and mack you, nigga.
And I ain't talkin' 'bout gamin' on ya.
I'm talkin' 'bout mackin' you when that Mac-11 start flamin' on ya.
You better keep your punk-ass from trying me.
You better try a taste-test before you think of trying IMG.
(chorus till end)


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