Piczo

LLOYD BANKS LYRICS "Hands Up" (feat. 50 Cent) Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up [50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)] Hands up shorty when you party with me, we goin' way past quarter to three (I said Hands Up!) I'm good in the V.I.P. I got my hammer right here with me (I said Hands Up!) You know when you party with crooks, you gotta learn to respect the jooks (I said Hands Up!) Everything ain't cruise to fame, this shit ain't sweet as it looks (I said Hands Up!) [Lloyd Banks (50 Cent)] You know I'm puttin' something on me right before I leave outta the car (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party) You don't tough talkin' at me you gon' leave outta the club with a scar (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party) We pop bottles like it's all free fo' I leave I'ma buy out the bar (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party) You can order what you want it's on me I'm a G take a look at star (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party) [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] It feels so good to live sucker free I'm soakin' it all up while your girl suckin' me It mean the world to her, it's nothing but a nut to me Look miss, get a grip and let a motherfucker be I'm a rap star Who wants to be ridin' around in that car Two in the front and the back got the plasma This ain't a free ride you gotta have the gas ma I wouldn't buy a chick a pump that got asthma And I'm busy so I move a bit faster You can't tell me yes if I don't ask ya Ha ha I'm a bastard Damn near showin' his hand over the plastic Cause they wanna see your man go in the casket Rule number one keep your gun and get your ass hit that's it Lights off and your body's stiff By the same niggas you used to party with [50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)] Hands up shorty when you party with me, we goin' way past quarter to three (I said Hands Up!) I'm good in the V.I.P. I got my hammer right here with me (I said Hands Up!) You know when you party with crooks, you gotta learn to respect the jooks (I said Hands Up!) Everything ain't cruise to fame, this shit ain't sweet as it looks (I said Hands Up!) [Lloyd Banks (50 Cent)] You know I'm puttin' something on me right before I leave outta the car (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party) You don't tough talkin' at me you gon' leave outta the club with a scar (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party) We pop bottles like it's all free fo' I leave I'ma buy out the bar (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party) You can order what you want it's on me I'm a G take a look at star (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party) [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] I cruise through the strip 22's on the whip New rule: gonna hit Thousand dollar outfit Never snooze never slip Follow rules or get whip Nigga move or get hit I don't care who's on the strip It ain't only the Ferrari now the jewels got him sick Now it's 2006 I need a new bottom miss It's aight they can talk I'm amused by the pricks I'm the news out the bricks nigga who's hot as this I bet the mansion and the swimming pool got 'em pissed I ain't a cuddler I fuck the drool outta chick My niggas ice grill but it ain't the same They don't see the faces they don't see the chains Like Ooo when you get 'em they don't know you with me They probably think the bouncers at the front door frisk me This is regular shit the erryday mentality They charged up don't make me put in the battery [50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)] Hands up shorty when you party with me, we goin' way past quarter to three (I said Hands Up!) I'm good in the V.I.P. I got my hammer right here with me (I said Hands Up!) You know when you party with crooks, you gotta learn to respect the jooks (I said Hands Up!) Everything ain't cruise to fame, this shit ain't sweet as it looks (I said Hands Up!) [Lloyd Banks (50 Cent)] You know I'm puttin' something on me right before I leave outta the car (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party) You don't tough talkin' at me you gon' leave outta the club with a scar (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party) We pop bottles like it's all free fo' I leave I'ma buy out the bar (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party) You can order what you want it's on me I'm a G take a look at star (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party) Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up [Thanks to Money Banks (richiedaddy9@yahoo.com) for these lyrics] [Thanks to Bret_mcgaughey@Hotmail.com for correcting these lyrics] [ www.azlyrics.com ] CUSTOMIZE YOUR MOBILE PHONE ACCORDING TO YOUR STYLE! more...

end of lyrics back too the home page

[50 Cent] Yeah! 50 Cent.. Lloyd Banks.. Young Buck... G G G G G-Unit! Haha! [Young Buck] Vacate your home I come to break your bones Americas nightmare we at it again A desert eagle and a black mack 10 They'll never know what happened When we come through, them cowards dont want none They screamin' that they murderas but walkin' with no guns Come hear nigga don't run and die where your standin' See im holdin' on this cannon and your life i'm demandin' Put the pipe to your melon and your brains on the pavement These niggaz is talkin' thinkin' security gon' save 'em Nobody gon' speak when homicide pay a visit Look you right in the eyes and tell ya "we don't know who did it" Corrupted by street corner by shootin' at the police The feins up all night, and the neighbors gettin' no sleep You betta get used to it you know how we do it Shady Aftermath Interscope and G-Unit. [Chorus - 50 Cent:] We got action where you don't Show up places where you won't G-Unit, [50 Cent] G-G-G-G, G-Unit [50 Cent] Now I told ya'll on my first Dre joint I am loco Betta than so-so, the games in the choke hold Diss me is a no-no I perfected the slow flow In D.C. they dance the go-go In L.A. they ride on low-low's G-Unit in the house, oh no You ain't ready it's heavy 65 chevy Old school rollin' im holdin' 20 inches spinnin' from the beginnin' we winnin' Gainin' his masculinity pimpin' we not pretendin' Drop top glock cocked ready for the drama Pistol's pop cop shot i'm heavy with them llama's Non stop make it hot, we on top regardless You can be the hardest We'll just be the smartest I warn you not to start us We're not your average artists My bitch is like a goddess When paparazzi spot us Cause flick after flick, same old shit that I kick, haha! [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] Guess who's back mothafucka gun and a clip Ready to smack up on these suckas that's runnin' they lip You can try any one of my shoes on none of 'em fit Your hundreds is shorter I'll tell your pops his son is a daughter All I need is some cigars and a quarter, a couple cars and a lawyer Counter packin' a bitch, and I'll be back with a hit I'm that sick, Who the hell you thought it was I got expensive habits, I can't afford it cause G-Unit is poppin' and we perform in all the clubs Niggas be shovin' and pushin' as someone is gooshin' surpise She's givin' up the buns on her cushion Sweatin' and screamin' suckin' me off the rest of the evenin' And i'm leavin', on to the next city Stashbox in the bus to I can bring the tecks with me I gotta go cause I'm gettin' older, you niggas ain't gettin' over G-U-NIT

"Beat It" [1st Verse] They Told Him Don't You Ever Come Around Here Don't Wanna See Your Face, You Better Disappear The Fire's In Their Eyes And Their Words Are Really Clear So Beat It, Just Beat It [2nd Verse] You Better Run, You Better Do What You Can Don't Wanna See No Blood, Don't Be A Macho Man You Wanna Be Tough, Better Do What You Can So Beat It, But You Wanna Be Bad [Chorus] Just Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It No One Wants To Be Defeated Showin' How Funky Strong Is Your Fight It Doesn't Matter Who's Wrong Or Right Just Beat It, Beat It Just Beat It, Beat It Just Beat It, Beat It Just Beat It, Beat It [3rd Verse] They're Out To Get You, Better Leave While You Can Don't Wanna Be A Boy, You Wanna Be A Man You Wanna Stay Alive, Better Do What You Can So Beat It, Just Beat It [4th Verse] You Have To Show Them That You're Really Not Scared You're Playin' With Your Life, This Ain't No Truth Or Dare They'll Kick You, Then They Beat You, Then They'll Tell You It's Fair So Beat It, But You Wanna Be Bad [Chorus] Just Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It No One Wants To Be Defeated Showin' How Funky Strong Is Your Fight It Doesn't Matter Who's Wrong Or Right [Chorus] Just Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It No One Wants To Be Defeated Showin' How Funky Strong Is Your Fight It Doesn't Matter Who's Wrong Or Right Just Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It [Chorus] Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It No One Wants To Be Defeated Showin' How Funky Strong Is Your Fight It Doesn't Matter Who's Wrong Or Right [Chorus] Just Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It No One Wants To Be Defeated Showin' How Funky Strong Is Your Fight It Doesn't Matter Who's Wrong Or Who's Right [Chorus] Just Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It No One Wants To Be Defeated Showin' How Funky Strong Is Your Fight It Doesn't Matter Who's Wrong Or Right [Chorus] Just Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It No One Wants To Be Defeated Showin' How Funky Strong Is Your Fight It Doesn't Matter Who's Wrong Or Right Just Beat It, Beat It Beat It, Beat It, Beat It

"P.I.M.P. (G-Unit Remix)" (feat. Snoop Dogg, G-Unit) [Hook x2: 50 Cent] I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P.I.M.P. [50 Cent] Now shorty, she in the club, she dancin' for dollars She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce & Gabbana She's feeding fools fantasies, they pay her cause they want her I spit a little G man and my game got her A hour later have that ass up in the Ramada Them trick niggaz in they ear sayin' they think about her I got the bitch by the bar tryin' to get a drink up out her She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk She from the country, she like me cause I'm from New York I ain't that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head I'm that nigga tryin' to holla cause I want some bread I could care less how she perform when she in the bed Bitch hit the track, catch a date, and come pay the kid Look baby, this is simple you can't see You fuckin' with me you fuckin' with a P.I.M.P. [Hook x2: 50 Cent] G (What?) G (What?) G (What?) G (What?) G (What?) G (What?) G (What?) Unit (What?) [Bridge: Snoop Dogg] F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T and S-N double O-P Doggy style in ya mouth for the 2003 And y'all know I'm from the DPG F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T and S-N double O-P We internationally known and locally respected (And you know you're just a P.I.M.P) Now what you know about me [Snoop Dogg] Yeah bitch I got my Now and Later gators on I'm bout to show you how my pimp hand is way strong Your dead wrong if ya think that pimpin' gon' die Twelve piece with a hundred hoes by my side I'm down with that nigga Fifty like I down with blue (We love you Snoop Dogg) G-U-N-I-Tizzy, fuckin' with me and the D-P-Gizzy Niggaz in New York know how Doggy get down I got my niggaz in Queens, I got my bitches Uptown I got my business in Manhattan, I ain't fuckin' around I got some butter pecan, Puerto Ricans from the Boogie Down (Down) That's waitin' on me to return So they can snatch these braids out and put my hair in a perm, word They love it when I get to crippin' And spittin' this mag-ah-ni-ficent pimpin [Hook 2: 50 Cent] [Lloyd Banks] You need to switch over and ride with a star It'll get you far I'm a P-I-M-P G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R Yeah, I'm young, but I ain't dumb Got some tricks, but I ain't one I'm a guerrilla for scrilla, I trip you, you try to run I let em' do as they please, as long as they get my cheese Even if they gotta freeze, or if it's a hundred degrees I keep em' on they knees, take a look under my sleeve I ain't gotta give em' much, they happy with Mickey D's, PIMP [Young Buc] We keep it pimpin' in the South, you know how it go (Dirty, Dirty) We drive old school white walls with mink clothes I spin the G-Unit piece, and get em' dizzy Man cough up your love, or you're girl comin' with me When your neck and wrist glow, she already should know That money make the world go round, so lets get mo' Its time to show these playas how it should be done You got pimp potential, you're might could be one, G-UNIT [Hook 2: 50 Cent] [50 Cent speaking] In Hollywood, they say there no b'ness like show b'ness In the hood, they say, theres no b'ness like ho b'ness They say I talk a lil' fast, but if you listen a lil' faster I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, BITCH

"Bump, Bump, Bump" (feat. P. Diddy) [p diddy:] We sending this out to all the ladies all over the world All the ladies all over the world All my sexy mamas come on Come on a come on now As we proceed to give you what you need You kno i like it when your body goes [b2k:] Bump bump bump [p diddy:] Bad boy, b2k, yo o, talk to em player [omari:] I like your lil sexy style I love it when you getting wil' (uh, i see you) Girl in the club wit me (come over her let me talk to you for a minute, yeah I wanna tell you something) Girl you need to be in magazines Wit a crown on your head cause you's a ghetto queen Like bling bling bling (uh come on, you fine girl) The way you shakin that sexy (oh) Body Shaped like an hour glass (ow) Can we spend some time (yeah, lets do it ya'll) I wanna get you to myself You and me and nobody else Yo do the things we do Baby there is something that i need from you (uh, come on, check it out) [chorus] Baby turn around, And let me see that sexy body go Bump bump bump (yeah) That is all i want to see, Baby show me (come on) Baby turn around, And let me see that sexy body go (yeah) Bump bump bump The way you throwin that thing at me (uh yeah) I can take it [2nd verse] Come on Girl why you teasin me You gonna have to stop pleasin me (stop teasin me, i want you) While we're on this floor You takin it round and round I love the way you put it down You makin me scream for more (oh, gimme more, let s go, don't stop come on) Put your 2way next to mine Baby hit me anytime Baby you and me behind close doors (oohh) You about to be my main squeeze Take trips, cop shiny things Girl just come wit me Come on lets go and do the damn thang [chorus] Baby turn around, And let me see that sexy body go Bump bump bump That is all i want to see, Baby show me Baby turn around, And let me see that sexy body go Bump bump bump The way you throwin that thing at me I can take it [p diddy:] (yeah, its bad boy baby, check this out They call me diddy) Uh dance for nothin mami Plans for take a mami Get on the floor Make it bump more Shake it mami Lets ride Im your clyde You can be my bonnie See you type for me Mami so right for me Man she can move it Love when she dance to the music Make me wanna stand like a pool stick Hands is the smoothest just a simple touch make me lose it Girl, that's enough Stop moving Bump that I pump that Girl bring it to me Bump that I want that Girl sing it wit me like Du du du du duda du du du Du du du du duda du du du So lets do it again mami You and a friend mami Money aint a thing mami What i gotta spend mami Put up you hands for me That's how you dance for me Shake it like you can hunni Take it from your man mami Baby turn around, And let me see that sexy body go (oooo) Bump bump bump That is all i want to see, Baby show me (let me ya) Baby turn around, (b2k) And let me see that sexy body go (bad boy) (they call me diddy) bump bump bump The way you throwin that thing at me I can take it I see you chris You kno i like it when your body go Bump bump bump Don't stop Lets go, lets go Baby turn around and let me see that body go Bump bump bump C'mon Lets go C'mon Lets go And another one

"Oh" (feat. Ludacris) [Verse 1:] This is where they stay crunk, throw it up, dubs on tha Caddillac White tees, Nikes, gangstas dont know how to act Adamsville, Bankhead, College Park, Carver Homes Hummers floatin on chrome Chokin' on that home-grown They got that southern cookin' They got them fellas lookin' Thinkin' I was easy I can see it That's when I say no, what fo'? Shawty can't handle this Ciara got that fire like [Hook:] Oh, 'round here we ridin' slow We keep it ghetto, you should know Gettin' crunk off in tha club we gets low, oh Oh (oh), all my ladies to tha flo' Handle it ladies back it up Gettin crunk up in tha club we gets low, oh [Verse 2:] Buddy take a new whip, paint strip, into a bowlin' ball Still smoke hundred spokes, wood-grain armor-all Light-skinned thick chicks, fellas call 'em redbones Close cuts, braids, long, gangstas love 'em all They got that southern cookin' They got them fellas lookin' Wishin' I was easy I can see it That's when I say no, what fo'? Shawty can't handle this Ciara got that fire like [Hook:] Oh, 'round here we ridin' slow We keep it ghetto, you should know Gettin' crunk off in tha club we gets low, oh Oh (oh), all my ladies to tha flo' Handle it ladies back it up Gettin crunk up in tha club we gets low, oh [Rap (Luda):] Southern-style, get wild, old skools comin’ down in a different color whip (whip, whip) Picture perfect, you might wanna take a flick flick flick flick flick Call up Jazze tell him pop up the bottles cuz we got another hit (hit, hit) Wanna go platinum? Im who you should get get get get get Ludacris on tha track, get back trick, switch on tha ‘Lac, Im flexin still Same price every time, hot song, jumped on cuz Ciara got sex appeal And I keep the meanest, cleanest, baddest, spinnin on stainless wheels Could care less about your genus, I bump ya status, I keep the stainless steel Trunk-rattlin’ what’s happenin’, huh? I don’t even think I need to speed Bass-travelin’, face-crackilin’ huh? Turn it up and make the speakers bleed Dirty south we ballin’ dawg And neva think about fallin dawg Ghetto harmonizing, surprising, run it back cuz tha song is called [Hook: (2x)] Oh, 'round here we ridin' slow We keep it ghetto, you should know Gettin' crunk off in tha club we gets low, oh Oh (oh), all my ladies to tha flo' Handle it ladies back it up Gettin crunk up in tha club we gets low, oh

"Girlfriend" [Omarion talking:] I've got everything I want in my life except a girlfreind Just copped a Bently and it's parked in my garage A two o'clock appointment for my massage And everywhere we go they know just who we are There they go it's them ghetto superstars The lastest throw backs and the ones on my feet Get off the Benz and them I'm off up in the Jeep Take ya fix with chicks that look like Licia Keys All of that I'm still missin' one thing [Chorus:] A Girlfriend, Girlfriend I need a girlfriend, girlfriend A girlfriend, girlfriend Would you be my girlfriend, Girlfriend We hit the mall buyin' up all the Nike suits I'm being pampered while I'm chillin by the pool From the show to the limo to the club Hands in the air showin' nothin' but some love Got plenty clothes, plenty ice plenty cash A pretty swope plenty abs plenty shhh I got every single thing that I need Except for a main squeeze [Chorus:] A Girlfriend, Girlfriend I need a girlfriend, girlfriend A girlfriend, girlfriend Would you be my girlfriend, Girlfriend [Hook:] Alright Alright We got B2K up in this peice (Tell me who's gonna be my girlfriend) And we need all the ladies out there lookin' for a nice fella to get up out yo seat c'mon! (And who I bet needs a real man) Put yall hand up Put yall hands up (And who's gonna ride or die with me) Yeah who's gonna be that ride or die chick for me tonight (Who's gonna give B2K what they need) [Fizz's Rap:] I need a thick with big hips that's just my motivation No more game preperation, This is pimperation She must be ready and steady for a romance session I'm talkin' willin' to learn, A Lil Fizz lesson Now she playin' at it again and now we arguin' Talkin' girls talk mess and tellin' all her friends When I seen this new chick tonight and Imma make her my girlfriend,my girlfriend I need a girlfriend [Chorus x2] A Girlfriend, Girlfriend I need a girlfriend, girlfriend A girlfriend, girlfriend Would you be my girlfriend, Girlfriend

Bananza (Belly Dancer)" Hey ladies drop it down Just want to see you touch the ground Don't be shy girl go Bananza Shake ya body like a belly dancer Hey ladies drop it down Just want to see you touch the ground Don't be shy girl go Bananza (hey girl) Shake ya body like a belly dancer Yo, excuse me, beg your pardon girl Do you have any idea what you starting girl You got me tingiling, come to me mingiling Steppin off lookin bootylicious and jingiling When you walk, I see you baby girl When you talk, I believe it baby girl I like that, thick-petite n' pretty Little touch is a ditty Love to work the kitty like purrrrrrr She loves to stirr it up purrrrrr I can hear her purring up Cause shes the type that'll get arousy of Get you excited and call her boyfriend up (ohh) What's the man without the plan B We can meet up at the hutter house for the tiki So stand by like a butty pass While I watch this beautiful thing shake that ass Hey ladies drop it down Just want to see you touch the ground Don't be shy girl go Bananza Shake ya body like a belly dancer Hey ladies drop it down Just want to see you touch the ground Don't be shy girl go Bananza Shake ya body like a belly dancer Girl I must say you the flyest thang in here So hot I gon' need some rain in here Type to make ex-gangstas bang in here Girl you could do anything you want in here Clown if you want to, frown if you want to You ain't even gotta drop down if you want to Cause I'd rather see you shake it standin Either way you do it girl you look outstandin (uhhuuuhh) And now you got me spending (uhhuuhhh) The way you got that body bendin (uhhhuhh) Ass like that girl you gotta be kickin Got me goin to church next day repentin Lap dancing for my FA crew Slide it ova to boo cause he want some too Up in the VIP with no fee Blessing you with the G even tho we gettin it free so Hey ladies drop it down Just want to see you touch the ground Don't be shy girl go Bananza Shake ya body like a belly dancer Hey ladies drop it down Just want to see you touch the ground Don't be shy girl go Bananza Shake ya body like a belly dancer Girl shake ya body body With somebody body Whatever you do don't break your body body After the party party Grab a hottie hottie In the back seat of your Maserati-ratti Jiggle jiggle it to the left (ah ah ah) Jiggle jiggle it to the right (ah ah ah) Jiggle it to the front then jiggle it to the back And jiggle jiggle it all all night (ah ah ah) Hey ladies drop it down Just want to see you touch the ground Don't be shy girl go Bananza Shake ya body like a belly dancer Hey ladies drop it down Just want to see you touch the ground Don't be shy girl go Bananza Shake ya body like a belly dancer Hey ladies drop it down Just want to see you touch the ground Don't be shy girl go Bananza Shake ya body like a belly dancer Hey ladies drop it down Just want to see you touch the ground Don't be shy girl go Bananza Shake ya body like a belly dancer

"Get Up" [Jazze Phae:] Ladies and gentlemen! Ciara [Verse 1:] He said 'Hi, my name is so and so Baby can you tell me yours? You look like you came to do One thing (Set it off)' I started on the left And I had to take him to the right He was out of breath But he kept on dancin' all night [Pre-hook:] You trying, admit it But you just can fight the feeling inside You know it And I can see it in your eyes You want me You smooth as a mother You're so undercover By the way that you was watchin' me [Hook:] Ooh! uh The way you look at me I'm feelin' you, uh I just can't help it Tryin' to keep it cool, uh I can feel it in the beat, uh When you do those things to me, uh Don't let nothin' stop you M-ooo-ve, ring the alarm The club is jumpin' now So get up! [Verse 2:] I said 'Ciara's on your radio, Everybody turn it up' Spicy just like hot sauce Careful, you might burn it up You can do the pop lock Rag-top, don't stop That's the way you gotta get Get it, make ya body rock [Pre-hook:] You trying, admit it But you just can beat the feeling inside You know it Cuz I can see it in your eyes You want me You smooth as a mother You're so undercover By the way that you was watchin' me [Hook:] Ooh! uh The way you look at me I'm feelin' you, uh I just can't help it Tryin' to keep it cool, uh I can feel it in the beat, uh When you do those things to me, uh Don't let nothin' stop you M-ooo-ve, ring the alarm The club is jumpin' now So get up! [Bridge:] Ooh, I love the way you vibe with me Dance with me forever We can have a good time, follow me To the beat together You and me, one on one Breakin' it down You can't walk away now We got to turn this place out [Chamillionaire Rap:] It's the kid that stay ridin' big The one the police tried to catch ridin' dirty In the club before eleven o'clock Like I'm trying to catch a dime kinda early Lookin' thick her hair brown and curly She love the way my ride shining pearly City boys say she fine a pretty In the country boys say she fine and 'purrty' My pockets thick as green, it's curvy And the ladies know soon as they see my jewelry If bein' fresh to death is a crime I think it's time for me to see the jury [Chamillionaire:] They know Chamillionaire stay on the grind A hustla like me is hard to find I ain't really impressed, yes Unless it's about some dollar signs Ain't really no need to call you fine I know you be hearin' that all the time I'm watchin' you do ya step, do ya step Yep it's going down [Hook:] Ooh! uh The way you look at me I'm feelin' you, uh I just can't help it Tryin' to keep it cool, uh I can feel it in the beat, uh When you do those things to me, uh Don't let nothin' stop you M-ooo-ve, ring the alarm The club is jumpin' now So get up! Ooh! uh The way you look at me I'm feelin' you, uh I just can't help it Tryin' to keep it cool, uh I can feel it in the beat, uh When you do those things to me, uh Don't let nothin' stop you M-ooo-ve, somebody ring the alarm The club is jumpin' now So get up! I got to have you baby Uh, I feel it I got to have you baby I got to have you baby Uh, I feel it I got to have you baby

"Hit 'Em Up" [Tupac] I ain't got no mutha fuckin friends Thats why I fucked your bitch You fat mutha-fucka {Take Money} West Side Bad Boy Killers {Take Money} You know who the realist is niggas we bring it to {Take Money} (ha ha, that's alright) First off, fuck your bitch And the click you claim West side when we ride Come equipped with game You claim to be a playa But, I fucked your wife We bust on Bad Boys niggas fuck for Life Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak Hearts I rip Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia Some mark ass bitches We keep on coming While we running for yah jewels Steady gunning Keep on busting at them fools You know the rules Little Ceasar go ask you homie How i'll leave yah Cut your young ass up See yah in pieces Now be deceased Little Kim, Don't fuck around with real G's Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets So fuck peace I'll let them niggas know It's on for Life Don't let the west side Ride the night (ha ha) Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill fuck with me And get your caps peeled You know, See [Chorus] Grab your glocks when you see 2pac Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh Who shot me, But, your punks didn't finish Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace nigga, I hit 'em up Check this out You mutha-fuckas know what time it is I don't know why I'm even on this track Y'all niggas ain't even on my level I'm going to let my little homies Ride on yah bitch made ass Bad Boys bitches {ahh yo, yo, hold the fuck up} Get out the way yo Get out the way yo Biggie Smalls just got dropped Little move pa*s the mac And let me hit 'em in his back Frank White needs to get spanked right For setting up traps Little accident murderers And I ain't never heard of yah Poise less gats attack when I'm serving yah Spank the shank Your whole style when I gank Guard your rank Cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block I'm running through nigga And I'm smoking Junior Mafia In front of yah nigga With the ready power Tucked in my Guess Under my Eddie Bower Your clout petty sour I push packages ever hour I hit 'em up [Chorus] Grab your glocks when you see 2pac Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh Who shot me, But, your punks didn't finish Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace nigga, We hit 'em up Peep how we do it Keep it real Its penitentiary steel This ain't no freestyle battle All you niggas getting killed With your mouths open Tryin' to come up off of me You and the clouds hoping Smoking dope It's like a Shermine niggas think they learned to fly But they burn mutha-fucka you deserve to die Talking about you Getting Money But its funny to me All you niggas living bummy While you fucking with me? I'm a self made Millionaire Thug livin', out of prison Pistols in the Air {Air} (Ha Ha) Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch And beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house Now its all about versace You copied my style Five shots couldn't drop me I took it and smiled Now I'm back to set the record straight With my A-K I'm still the thug that you love to hate Mutha-fucka I'll Hit 'Em Up I'm from N E W Jers. Where plenty of murder occurs No points to come We bring drama to all you herds Now go check the scenerio Little Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to yah knees Copin' pleas with these Little Kim is yah Coked up or doped up Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up What the fuck? Is you stupid? I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block With fifteen shot, Cocked glock to your knot Outlaw Mafia click moving up another notch And your Pop stars popped and get dropped and mopped And all your fake ass east coast props Brainstormed and locked You'se a beat biter Pac style taker I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing shit but a faker So fill the Alize with a chaser 'bout to get murdered for the paper E.d.i I mean post the scene of the caper Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke (uhh) Toting smoke, we ain't no mutha-fuckin' joke Thug Life, niggas better be known Be approaching In the wide open, gun smoking No need for hoping It's a battle lost I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off nigga, I hit 'em up Now you tell me who won I see them, they run (ha ha) They don't wanna see us Whole Junior Mafia click Dressing up to be us How the fuck they gonna be the Mob? When we always on out job We millionaire's Killing ain't fair But somebody got to do it Oh yah Mobb Deep (uhh) You wanna fuck with us You Little young ass mutha-fuckas Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something You fucking with me, nigga ? You fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack You better back the fuck up Before you get smacked the fuck up This is how we do it on our side Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it, Bring it. But we ain't singing, We bringing drama fuck you and your mother fucking mama. We gonna kill all you mother fuckers. Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie. Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother fuckin opinion Well this is how we gon' do this: fuck Mobb Deep, fuck Biggie, fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother fuckin crew. And if you want to be down with Bad Boy, Then fuck you too. Chino XL, fuck you too. All you mother fuckers, fuck you too. (take money, take money) All of y'all mother fuckers, fuck you, die slow mother fucker. My fo' fo' (.44 magnum) make sure all yo' kids don't grow. You mother fuckers can't be us or see us. We mother fuckin' Thug Life riders. West Side till' we die. Out here in California, nigga We warned ya' We'll bomb on you mother fuckers. We do our job. You think you the mob, nigga, we the mother fuckin' mob Ain't nuttin' but killers And the real niggas, all you mother fuckers feel us. Our shit goes triple and four quadruple You niggas laugh cuz our staff got guns under they mother fuckin' belts You know how it is and we drop records they felt You niggas can't feel it We the realist fuck 'em. We Bad Boy killas.

"Move Bitch" (feat. I-20, Mystikal) [whistling] [Chorus 2x: Ludacris] Move bitch, get out the way Get out the way bitch, get out the way Move bitch, get out the way Get out the way bitch, get out the way [Ludacris] OH NO! The fight's out I'ma 'bout to punch yo...lights out Get the FUCK back, guard ya grill There's somethin' wrong, we can't stay still I've been drankin' and bustin' two and I been thankin' of bustin' you Upside ya motherfuckin' forehead And if your friends jump in, "Ohhh gurrlll", they'll be mo' dead Causin' confusion, Disturbin Tha Peace It's not an illusion, we runnin the streets So bye-bye to all you groupies and golddiggers Is there a bumper on your ass? NO NIGGA! I'm doin' a hundred on the highway So if you do the speed limit, get the FUCK outta my way I'm D.U.I., hardly ever caught sober and you about to get ran the FUCK over [Chorus] [Mystikal over second chorus] BITCH! Watch out, watch out, watch out BITCH! Watch out, watch out, watch out, move Here I come, here I go UH OH! Don't jump bitch, move You see them headlights? You hear that fuckin' crowd? Start that goddamn show, I'm comin' through Hit the stage and knock the curtains down I fuck the crowd up - that's what I do Young and successful - a sex symbol The bitches want me to fuck - true true Hold up wait up, shorty "Oh wazzzupp, get my dick sucked, what are yoouu doin'?" Sidelinin' my fuckin' bussiness Tryin' to get my baby child support soon Give me that truck and take that rental back Who bought these fuckin' T.V.'s and jewelry bitch, tell me that? No, I ain't bitter, I don't give a fuck But i'ma tell you like this bitch You better not walk in front of my tour bus [Chorus] [I-20 over second chorus] Bring it, get 'em Too bad I'm on the right track Beef, got the right mack Hit the trunk, grab the pump pump, I'll be right back We buyin' bars out, showin' scars out We heard there's hoes out, so we brought the cars out Grab the pills cuz we poppin tonight, Beat the shit outta security for stoppin' tha fight I got a fifth of the remy, fuck the Belve and 'cris I'm sellin' shit up in the club like I work in the bitch Fuck the dress codes, it's street clothes, we all street niggaz We on the dance floor, throwin' bows, beatin' up niggaz I'm from the D.E.C., tryin' to disrespect D.T.P. And watch the bottles start flyin' from the V.I.P. Fuck this rap shit, we clap bitch, two in your body Grab ya four, start a fight dog, ruin the party So move bitch, get out the way hoe All you faggot motherfuckers make way for 2-0 So...

"THE GAME - How We Do" (featuring 50 Cent) [Hook - 50 Cent] This is how we do We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club This is how we do Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love This is how we do We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club This is how we do Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love [Verse I - Game] Fresh like, unhh; Impala, unnh Crome hyrdolics, 808 drums You don't want, none Nigga betta, run When beef is on, I'll pop that, drum Come get, some Pistol grip, pump If a nigga step on my white Air, Ones Since red, rum Ready here I, come Compton, unh Dre found me in the, slums Sellin that skunk, one hand on my gun I was sellin rocks when Master P was sayin "Unnnh" Buck pass the blunt These G-Unit girls just wanna have, fun Coke and rum Got weed on the ton I'm bangin with my hand up her dress like, unh I'll make her cum, purple haze in my lungs Whole gang in the front in case a nigga wanna, stunt [Verse II - 50 Cent] I put Lamborghini doors on that Es-co-lade Low pro so look like I'm riding on blades In one year mang, a nigga's so paid I have a straight bitch in the telly goin both ways (Ah!) Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me I give it to ya just how you like it, girl You know I'm rockin with the best tre pound on my hip Teflon on my chest They say I'm no good Cuz I'm so hood Rich folks do not want me around Cuz shit might pop off, and if shit pop off Somebody gon' get laid the fuck out They call me new money, say I have no class I'm from the bottom, I came up too fast The hell if I care, I'm just here to get my cash Bougie ass bitches, you can kiss my ass [Hook] [Verse III - Game] I put gold Daytonas on that Cherry Six-Four White walls so clean it's like I'm ridin on bulbs Hit one switch mang, that ass so low Cali got niggaz in New York ridin on hundred spokes Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me I give it to ya just how you like it, girl You know I'm rockin with the best fo' pound on my hip Gold chain on my chest (Ah!) [Verse IV - Game and 50 Cent] [50 Cent] 50, unh Bentley, unh Em came 'n gotta nigga fresh out the, slum Automatic, gun Fuck 'em one-on-one We wrap up ya punk ass, stunt 'n ya done Homie, it's Game time [Game] You ready? Here I come Call Lloyd Banks and get this motherfucker, crunk It took two, months But Fifty got it done Signed with G-unit Had niggaz like, "huh?" Don't try to front I'll leave yo' ass, slumped Thinkin I'm a punk Get your fuckin head, lumped Fifty got a, gun [50 Cent] Ready here he come Gotta sick, vendetta To get this, chedda Meet my Ba, Retta The dra-ma, setta Sip Am-a, retta My flow sounds, betta Than average On tracks I'm a savage I damage Any nigga tryin' to front on my clique (G-Unit!)

They see me rollin' They hatin' Patrollin' And tryin to catch me ridin dirty Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty My music so loud I'm swangin They hopin' That they gon' catch me ridin' dirty Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty Police think they can see me lean; I'm tint so it ain't easy to be seen. They see me ride by, they can see the glean And my shine on the deck and the TV screen. Ride with a new chick, she like "Hold up." Next to the Playstation controlla; Is a full clip, and my pistolla Turn a jacker into a coma. Girl, you ain't know, I'm crazy like Krayzie Bone; Just tryin' to bone, ain't tryin' to have no babies. Ride clean as hell so I pull in ladies. Law's on patrol; and you know they hate me. Music turned all the way up and to the maximum; I can speak for some niggas tryin' to jack for some. But we packin' somethin' that what we have For, um, will have a nigga locked up in the maximum Security cell. I'm grippin' oak. Music loud and I'm tippin' slow. Twins steady twistin' like hit this dough; Police Pull up from behind and it's in his throat. Windows down, gotta stop pollution. CDs change; niggas like "Who is that producin'?" This the Play-N-Skillz when we out and cruisin' Got warrants in every city except Houston But I still ain't losin'. They see me rollin' They hatin' Patrollin' And tryin to catch me ridin' dirty Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty My music so loud I'm swangin' They hopin' That they gon' catch me ridin' dirty Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty Tryin' to catch me ridin' Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty I been drinkin' and smokin'; holy shit 'Cause I really can't focus. I gotta get to home 'fore the po-po's scope This big ol Excursion Swervin', All up in the curve, man. Nigga been sippin' on that Hennessey And the gin again Is in again; We in to win. Doin' a hundred while I puff on a blunt And rollin another one up; We livin' like we ain't givin' a fuck. I got a revolver in my right hand; 40 oz in my lap, freezing my balls Roll anotha tree, green leaves and all. Comin' pretty deep, me in my do-jo. I gotta get to backstreets; Wanted by the six-pounds And I got heat. glock, glock shots to the block; We creep-creep. Pop-pop. Hope cops don't see me; On a low key. With no regard for the law, We dodge 'em like fuck-'em-all. But I won't get caught up And brought up On charges for none of y'all. Keep a gun in car And a blunt to spark, But well if you want, Nigga,you poppin' dark. Ready or not, we bust shots off in the air Krayzie Bone and Chamillionaire. They see me rollin'; They hatin' Patrollin' And tryin to catch me ridin' dirty Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty My music so loud I'm swangin' They hopin' That they gon' catch me ridin' dirty. Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty. Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty. Tryin' to catch me ridin' Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty. Do what you thinkin' so, I tried to let you go. Turn on my blinker light And then I swang it slow. And they upset for sure 'Cause they think they know That they catchin me with plenty of the drank n' dro. So they get behind me, Tryin' to check my tags. Look at my rearview and they smilin', Thinkin' they'll catch me on the wrong; well, keep tryin' City denyin' that it's racial profilin'. Houston, TX, you can check my tags; Pull me over, try to check my slab. Glove compartment, gotta get my cash 'Cause the crooked cops'll try to come up fast. And bein' the baller that I am, I talk to them, Givin' a damn about I'm not feeling my attitude. When they realize I ain't even ridin' dirty Bet you'll be leavin' with an even madder mood. I'ma laugh at you And then I have to cruise. You're my number two On some old DJ Screw. You can't arrest me plus you can't sue. This a message to the law; tells 'em "We hate u." I can't be touched. I tell 'em that they shoulda known. Tippin' down; I'm sittin' crooked on my chrome. Bookin' my phone; findin' a chick I wanna bone. Like they couldn't stop me I'm a bout to pull up at your home And it's on. They see me rollin' They hatin' Patrollin' And tryin. to catch me ridin. dirty Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty My music so loud I'm swangin' They hopin' That they gon' catch me ridin' dirty Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty Tryin' to catch me ridin' Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

"Just Lose It" [Intro] [Eminem making sounds:] Down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down! Ok.. Guess who's back? Back again Shady's back Tell a friend Whaaaaaaaa Now everyone report to the dance floor To the dance floor, to the dance floor Now everyone report to the dance floor Alright Stop!.....Pajama time [Verse 1] Come here little kiddies, On my lap Guess who's back with a brand new rap? And I don't mean rap as in a new case of child molestation accusation (HA-HA-HA-HA-HA) No worries, papa's got a brand new bag of toys What else could I possibly do to make noise? I done touched on everything, but little boys That's not a stab at Michael That's just a metaphor, I'm just psycho I go a little bit crazy sometimes I get a little bit out of control with my rhymes Good God, dip, do a little slide Bend down, touch your toes and just glide Up the center of the dance floor Like TP for my bunghole And it's cool if you let one go Nobody's gonna know, who'd hear it? Give a little "poot poot", it's OK! [Fart Sound] Oops my CD just skipped And everyone just heard you let one rip [Chorus] Now I'm gonna make you dance It's your chance Yeah boy shake that ass Oops I mean girl girl girl girl Girl you know you're my world Alright now lose it (HA-HA-HA-HA-HA) Just lose it (HA-HA-HA-HA-HA) Go crazy (HA-HA-HA-HA-HA) Oh baby (HA-HA) Oh baby, baby (HA-HA) [Verse 2] Well, it's Friday and it's my day Just to party all the way to Sunday Maybe 'til Monday, I dunno what day Everyday's just a holiday Crusin' on the freeway Feelin' kinda breezy Got the top down, lettin' my hair blow I dunno where I'm goin' All I know is when I get there Someone's gonna "touch my body" Excuse me miss, I don't mean to sound like a jerk But I'm feelin' just a little stressed out from work Could you punch me in the stomach and pull my hair? Spit on me, maybe gouge my eyes out? (Yeah) Now, what's your name girl? What's your sign? [Dr Dre] "Man, you must be up out your mind" DRE! (HA-HA) Beer Goggles! Blind! I'm just tryna unwind now I'm [Chorus] Now I'm gonna make you dance It's your chance Yeah boy shake that ass Oops I mean girl girl girl girl Girl you know you're my world Alright now lose it (HA-HA-HA-HA-HA) Just lose it (HA-HA-HA-HA-HA) Go crazy (HA-HA-HA-HA-HA) Oh baby (HA-HA) Oh baby, baby (HA-HA) [Verse 3] It's Tuesday and I'm locked up I'm in jail and I don't know what happened They say I was running butt naked Down the street screaming (HA-HA-HA-HA-HA) Well I'm sorry, I don't remember All I know is this much I'm not guilty They said, "Save it, boy we gotcha you on tape yellin' at an old lady 'Touch my body!'" Now this is the part where the rap breaks down It gets real intense, no one makes a sound Everything looks like it's 8 Mile now The beat comes back and everybody lose themselves Snap back to reality Look it's B.Rabbit! Yo you signed me up to battle!? I'm a grown man! Chubba chubba chubba chubba chubba chubbie I don't have any lines to go right here so, chubba teletubbie! Fella's (WHAT?!) Fella's (WHAT?!) Grab you left nut, make your right one jealous (what?) Black girls White girls Skinny girls Fat girls Tall girls Small girls I'm callin' all girls Everyone report to the dance floor It's your chance for a little romance or Butt squeezin' it's the season Just go (HA-HA-HA-HA) It's so appeasin' [Chorus] Now I'm gonna make you dance It's your chance Yeah boy shake that ass Oops I mean girl girl girl girl Girl you know you're my world Alright now lose it (HA-HA-HA-HA-HA) Just lose it (HA-HA-HA-HA-HA) Go crazy (HA-HA-HA-HA-HA) Oh baby (HA-HA) Oh baby, baby (HA-HA) [Outro] UmMmMmm touch my body UmMmMmm touch my body Ooh boy just touch my body I mean girl just touch my body

Real Love Chorus Girl)Girl, im going out of my mind(mind) and even though i dont really know you(you) and plus im feeling im running out of time im waiting for the moment i can show you(show you) and baby girl i want u to know, im watching you go ,im watching you pass me by its real love that that you dont know about... Baby i was there all alone.. when you'd be doing things i would watch you i'd picture you and me all alone .. im wishing you was someone i can talk to i gotta get you out of my head but baby girl i gotta see you once again(again) its real love that you dont know about.. Chorus its real love that that you dont know about... Every now and now i go to sleep, i couldn't stop dreaming about you your love is got me feeling kinda weak.. i really cant see me without you and now u're running around in my head im never gonna let you slip away again(again) its real love that that you dont know about... Every now and then when i watch you... i wish that i could tell you that i want you if i can have the chance to talk with to you.. if i get up the chance to walk with you then i would stop holding it in ..and never have to go through this again (again) its real love that you dont know about.. Chorus its real love that that you dont know about... Today when i saw you alone... i knew had to come up and approach you coz girl i really gotta let you know ...all about the things you made me go through and now she looking at me in the eye and now you get me open and now you dreaming again(again) its real love that that you dont know about... Every now and then when i watch you... i wish that i could tell you that i want you if i can have the chance to talk to with you.. if i get up the chance to walk with you then i would stop holding it in and never have to go through this again (again) its real love that you dont know about.. Chorus its real love that you dont know about.. You're the one that i wanna know thatti can take it from me nononoo even thought i dont really know you.. i gotta lotta love i wanna show you and youd be right there infront of me.. i see you passing infront of me nonono girl i need ur love ...baby i need ur love

HEY EVERY 1 THIS IS THE MOST POPULAR SONG'S I LISSEN TO BUT THERE ARE MORE SONG'S THAT I LISSEN TO BUT I CON'T BE BOTHERD TOO BUT IT THERE SOZ ...