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Lyrics

Q.U. -- Hectic (Mobb Deep)

[Havoc] ** it kid, whattup Queens in this mother**er
(Tell you I'm bangin tonight kid)
(Yo Shorty got a FATTIE right there)
[Prod] Queensbridge in the house, aiyyo wordup
[Havoc] Aiyyo Ty yo Ty c'mere Son
(Whattup Boo? Can I buy you a drink or sumpin Boo?)
[Ty] Whattup whattup?
[Havoc] Where Twins and them at yo?
(The fattie's bangin!)
[Ty] I don't know (damn!)
[Ty] I think Twins laid up
[Havoc] Aiyyo Son gimme two Hennessee
Son I want two Henessee's yo!
Straight yo, word up man!
*chaos*
Aiyyo what up with them Queens niggaz man!
Hey, ** you!
What? What the **, what?
Think they killers or somethin man
Ay ** you money, whattup kid
*more chaos*

[Prodigy]
I open my eyes to the streets where I was raised as a man
And learned to use my hands for protection
in scuffles, throw all my blows in doubles
I'm coming from Queens mother**er carrying guns in couples
And wilding, a Q-U soldier
From Lefrak to Rockaway back to Queensbridge
Black it's only crack sales makin niggaz act like that
Back in the days we could scrap, now you lay on your back
As things changed with time I traded in my knuckles for a Mac-10
And rather live the life of crime
With my Bed-Stuy connection connected in two
It's live Boo start shit too wild for you
Peace to, Baesley, Forty-P get down
And when you outta town represent your ground
Them niggaz bleed just like us so show em where we come from
Queens; leavin niggaz done Son

The Mobb gets hectic
Shit is for real up in Queens we get hectic
Shit is for real we abouts to get hectic (3X)

[Havoc]
As we sling on the corners like we always do
Son get that loot quick, spending dough like I never had shit
I'm living large pushin luxury cars
Though that shit is outta reach, anybody in my wake gets scarred
Permanently bed-ridden
And if you're pussy, then mother**er get in where you fit in
As I walk around the streets
Son I got mad beef, I'ma blast you before you blast me
That's my philosophy cause nowadays you gotta be relentless
Grab my Mac and slap a nigga senseless
Don't try to play me if you do you better D.O.A. me
Son I got em shook grab a little baby for shields
You got drama run for shelter for real
Pour some beer for the ill ain't no time to chill
Hit em up cause I'm quick to erupt like this
Wet em up with the Mac scratch em off my list
Show em, the real meaning of drama you never had it
Til you bumped heads with the Havoc
Ain't nuttin soft or sweat, I lift you off your feet
When I cock back the heat, whole crews retreat

[Prodigy]
Ain't nothing soft or sweet, I lift you off your feet
When I cock back the heat whole crews retreat

We gets hectic
Shit is for real we abouts to get hectic (2X)

[Prodigy]
Everything is real inside my mind; these days
you can't make it if you ain't affiliated with crime
A lifetime of street living
Throughout the beef I've accumulated many slugs have been given
But wilding ain't the way to be living
You're only gonna end up bloody on a floor shivering
Or locked up, caught inside the beast
Meanwhile on the street saying no more peace
My man, Sto-Bo, kid hold your own
In a cell locked down not far from home
And at the same time on the outside I'm representing
Still packin heat make you cowards keep stepping
Getting high, it's cause of the lye, I can't lie
I could move the crowd poppin slugs in the sky
Why come around if you afraid of what's over here
My man Havoc put the bug in my ear
On the real, for real, but wait it gets realer
Real like an innocent child that turn killer
It's thing like that that only makes things iller
and makin cream doin sticks if you ain't a drug dealer
[It's] only facts coming out of my mouth feeds
As far as I can see these streets is getting sour
Q, U, too much drama to get into
And niggaz regret when they begin to
Regardless of your name or what you been through
Pause for a second, open your eyes and think dude
Life ain't the game that it seems to be
** a fantasy I'm leaving in reality
Caught up in this untouchable mentality
Hit you up bad, make you loose a few calories
I need to slow down, movin through life at a high speed
Watchin all the slow runners pass by me
I can see through you, due to, my Queens education
Speaking in behalf of this drug-game nation
The Foundation, the Queens nation

Up in Queens, shit is for real we abouts to get hectic
Word up
Shaolin, shit is for real we abouts to get hectic
Word up kid
The B.K., the shit is for real we abouts to get hectic
KnowhatI'msayin? (No doubt!)
And Manhattan, shit is for real we abouts to get hectic
Up in the Bronx we abouts to get hectic
Word up, knowhatI'msayin? The whole world kid
Shit is over dead, Mobb Deep say party UHH
KnowhatI'msayin? Party UHH

Oops Ay (Viva Hotbabes)

(Oops ay)
(Oops ay)

Hey dudes, ayoko sabi
Wag mo akong pilitin
Di ako umaarte
Dyahe, tulad ng dati
Hindi ko feel kase
Ang lalaking arogante

Dahan-dahan (dahan-dahan)
Yan ang gusto ko
Meron pasakali bago nya ito itodo
Hinay-hinay (hinay-hinay)
Yan ang hanap ko
Saka mo bilisan pag sinabi ko sa'yo

Yeah dudes, tuloy tuloy lang
Hayaan natin kung
Ito'y hanggang saan
Oops ay, you did it again
Para kang si Wendell
Ang hirap mong pigilan

Aaminin ko sa'yo
Tipo mo ang gusto ko
Pero dahil gusto mo
Sige, papayag ako
Na angkinin ang puso ko
Oops ay
Oops ay
Oops ay

Yeah dudes, tuloy tuloy lang
Hayaan natin kung
Ito'y hanggang saan
Oops ay, you did it again
Para kang si Jordan
Ang hirap mong pigilan

Dahan-dahan (dahan-dahan)
Kung yan ang gusto mo
Wag mo kong biglain, pag-iisipan ko
Hinay-hinay (hinay-hinay)
Malapit na ako
Malapit nang main-love sa 'sang katulad mo

Yeah dudes, tuloy tuloy lang
Hayaan natin kung
Ito'y hanggang saan
Oops ay, you did it again
Para kang si Janno
Ang hirap mong pigilan

Aaminin ko sa'yo
Tipo mo ang gusto ko
Pero dahil gusto mo
Sige, papayag ako
Na angkinin ang puso ko
Oops ay
Oops ay
Oops ay

(Instrumental)

Aaminin ko sa'yo
Tipo mo ang gusto ko
Pero dahil gusto mo
Sige, papayag ako
Na angkinin ang puso ko
Oops ay
Oops ay
Oops ay
Na angkinin ang puso ko
Oops ay
Oops ay
Oops ay
(You did it again)

Double Up (Cam'ron Featuring Un)

Verse 1:
Yo yall niggaz wit the muscle yall get clapped in the tussle
I'mma hustler, not a rapper bitch, rap is my hustle
Show a nigga know yo, we the 1st teen millionaires in Harlem
since rich and poor, you don't know, get to know
Ain't takin shit to left, Jimmy Jones rock and jock
Right back to the block and cock, it ain't hop and scotch
It's pop and scotch, in a bar they go shot for shot,
Matter of fact, outside the bar they go shot for shot
Me and my codie on a O-Z, we go rock for rock,
Me and my codie on a role we go rock for rock,
You souped up, think I'm easy to touch,
Then you been watchin' a little bit of TV, too much,
Lots of rhymes, so you see my**lots of times
On the corner still, like I ain't got a dime
Autographs not the kind to be signin' the crap,
Here's a CD, slash here's a dime of that crack

Chorus:
Nigga double up, keep all guns double clutch,
Shoot at yo feet, make you jump like double dutch,
New York baby, for you matchbox nigga'z
Take away the french fry, snack box niggaz

Verse 2:
I know lookin at my jewerly is scarrin yo brain
Not to mention Jada Pinkett over parkin' the range
(Yo that's Will Smith girl) naw she's part of my chain
Pardon my game, car gettin washed in the rain
Runnin yo trap, that'll get you one in yo back
The hood that I had, had to take the good with the bad
Like Joe on the run, put his **in P O it's done
Low on his funds, had to get the coke or the guns
Word to the wise, killa Cam, I heard of them guys
Diplomat, crisp black, yo convertible fives
Rims on the wheel, to drive down shows in the South
Rap ain't that great neither, I got coke to give out
Stroke to give out, mother**in smoke to give out
hoes to give out, naw we ain't over this route
Back on the street, Jimmy get the crack on the street
Tour over mother**a let's get back on our feet

Chorus 2x

Verse 3: Un (whispering)
Ay yo it's un bitch shhhhh it's un bitch
CEO joint bitches, punk bitches
I'mma let you know so you get it right
I don't rap nigga but I'mma spit it right
Make a nigga, go to church and pray
Nigga'z first day, and his first deal
leased his first beamer now yall tussle
2 against 4, now on yall youngsta'z
gone respond, walk out the rusty
car, what y'all stand on, ** the tabloids
Y'all little men, I be Un man
??? Charli Baltimore and Lil' Kim
And yall can't see these flows,
If you wanna be stars see the CEO

chorus

Paalam Na (MYMP)

Bakit nang magpaalam ka
Sabi mo ay babalik
Hanggang ngayo'y wala
Sino nga ba ang bago mo
Mas malambing ba siya
Mahal pa ba ako

Bridge:
Hindi ko na pansin paglipas ng araw
Ang nasa isip ko na lamang
Laging ikaw

CHORUS:
Paalam na
Nasaan man ngayon
May iba mang mahal
Pangako'y di nagtagal
Paalam na
Sana'y alam mo
Ang puso'y maghihintay
alang-alang sa'yo

Instrumental

Di ba ang sabi mo noon pang
habang-buhay na tayong dalawa
Dito sa pusong bihag mo
Wala nang papalit
Ikaw lang at ako

(Repeat Bridge)
(Repeat Chorus)
Instrumental
(Repeat Chorus)

Coda:
Ang puso'y maghihintay

Ako'y Maghihintay (Sarah Geronimo)

Alam kong ika'w ay bata pa walang malay sa mundo
pero damdamin ko sayo ay tila nahuhulog
Bata mang ituring ako'y mayroong pagtingin
wag mo sanang mapansin ako'y naglalambing

Dahil hindi pa tamang panahon upang magmahalan
kahit na puso ay nasasaktan

CHORUS:
Ako'y maghihintay lamang sayo
hanggang umabot tayo sa takdang panahon
magtitiis, magbibi**kahit umabot pang habang buhay

Habang ako'y naghihintay wag sanang magbago
dahil hindi ko kakayanin na ikaw ay lumayo
Darating din ang araw at sasabihin ko
kung ano ang tunay kong nadarama sayo

Dahil hindi pa tamang panahon upang magmahalan
kahit na puso ay nasasaktan

CHORUS:
Ako'y maghihintay lamang sayo
hanggang umabot tayo sa takdang panahon
magtitiis, magbibi**kahit umabot pang habang buhay


Ay hindi magbabago (hindi magbabago)
Ang damdamin ko sayo (ang damdamin ko sayo)
Balangaraw ay magtatagpo ang mga puso

CHORUS:
Ako'y maghihintay lamang sayo
hanggang umabot tayo sa takdang panahon
magtitiis, magbibi**kahit umabot pang habang buhay

Do It To Me (E 40)




[Featuring Busta Rhymes]
[E 40] Charlie Hust' Busta Bust' let's do it
[Busta] Hehehehe Flipmode Sic Wid It
You know what's best for you you better get widdit
[E 40]
I heard him talkin but then he walkin now tell me why
they never been incarcerated in a correctional facility
for doin this kinda street chemistry (hell yea)
I'm an original rapper retrospected by plenty hated by people
Me 40 we took it back as street soldier
You got my back I got your shoulder
Peas and toes, tryin to make it, it's all oh's
Impossible is a hit never get caught diggin in my nose
Ex d-boy used to be a big time neighborhood rock star
although I never owned a gui-tar
I-uh-I'm lyrically inclined with my start stutter scrilla
type delivery, 40 and Busta Rhymes, was drinkin
and smockin hickory, on the porch one time
When I came up with this line: I was perkin
off of some of that Carlos Rossi wine -- whatcha playa patnah got
Flows, like a latina female orgasm
Hoes, be yellin and screamin causin contractions at my
shows, they take off they clothes and throw they pantyhose on stage
Any appliable age from dookie braids to suki braids, deal widdit
Chorus:
Do it to me baby, do it to meeeee!
(Do it to me baby, do it to me baby)
Just do anything you want to do to meeeee!
(We go do it, do it, do it)
Do it to me baby, do it to meeeee!
(Do it to me baby, do it to me baby)
[Busta] Just do anything you want to do to me (2X)
(We go do it, do it, do it)
[Busta Rhymes]
Check it out yo
Do it to me I'ma do it to you
Rubber you glue, bounce off of me I stick it on you
Weather whatever you could never ever measure my pleasure
Dig in my treasure, be making your lungs cave in together
Blow smoke out my face, pick up the pace
Speed up the race, never let a hot joint go to waste
My dogs'll bark when your marksman trespass
You better use caution, your body parts might get auctioned
No need for you to keep stalkin, HELL but what you talkin
have you dusted like a zombie lookin straight Christopher Walken
Shorty tried to call me and warn me and E-40
about these other corny rappers that ain't got nuttin for me
You know they all blew it, time to move it
Blow the spot you knowin how we do it, capitalize
Upgrade to gold now we platinum-eyes
Keep my flavor holy sacred and pasteurized, WHAT!
Chorus
[Busta Bust']
We doin this to blow through it til you suffocate, losin your breath
til you satisfied, you know we do it to death
Ay you know we do it to keep you flippin, do it for whylin
Doin it for me to get my hustle on, do it for profilin
Do it for the love affair because I'm lovin it
When we clubbin all you hear is the live DJ rubbin it
Runnin it all into the ground, doin it for days
Do it for money, know I gotta keep my bills paid!
[Charlie Hust']
My reals be pokin and stickin out like **
The felines, be lookin at us like we some popsicles
Busta Rhyzzzimes, and Charlie Hustle, or should I say Fonzarelli
Poppin they collars and workin they star jelly
Up in the club, order the one, the party's just begun
Love, batches outnumber the fellas ten to one push come to
shove, forgot my gun, but it won't hurt fool
My music come up out the woodwork, beatch!
Chorus w/out Busta (3X to fade)

Que Le Den Candela (Celia Cruz)

Ese hombre que tu tienes no estan en nada
que en vez de enamorarte te desgasta, no
tiene bueno modales, y no es atento contigo
ese hombre no se merece que le des tanto
cariño.

El duerme en la mañana y tu trabajas, y luego
por las noches se te escapa, te exige que tu le laves
que lo vistas y lo planches, y si a caso tu protestas
se indigna y quiere pegarte.


que le den candela, ay que le den castigo, que lo
metan en una holla y que se cocine en su vino
que le den candela, que le den castigo que lo borden
de una cometa y que luego corten el hilo

azucar, azucar

Ese hombre que tu tienes buena amiga, si yo fuera
tu le dejaria, las maletas en la puerta y una nota que dijera
apartir de este momento que te cocine tu abuela.

que le den candela, ay que le den castigo, que lo
metan en una holla y que se cocine en su vino
que le den candela, que le den castigo que lo borden
de una cometa y que luego corten el hilo.

O.C.M.O.P. (M.O.P.)




featuring O.C.

Brooklyn! Uh yeah! Now check this shit out

Verse one: O.C.

Now check this mother** capo right here
Mash Out Posse SLASH O.C. come together like a glock and a clip
We gon' jam when its time to blast!
Big niggaz that rap we bout to get in your**
We done played the background ay yo all my peops
I'm naming names ** it it's on
I'm taking it back to some Brooklyn shit
With this ten-man clique
Who don't know how to act, lookin for some niggaz to hit
And if you ever think it can't happen to you
You might just end up in the East River with some bale-ass shoes
I ain't playin no more, I'm gonna bring it to your**raw
I flipped the word around, nigga, this means WAR
Yo, ** that, Brooklyn's on the map forever
To Billy and Fame, I hope you niggaz down for whatever
With Mike, go get the guns when its time to shoot
To Brooklyn I give a 21-GUN SALUTE
(Come on)

Chorus:

Flatbush *cut and scratched*
--Crown Heights-- "Thought I'd remind y'all"
Brownsville *cut and scratched* (Firing Squad)
"Thought I'd remind y'all" *scratching*
Bushwick *cut and scratched* "(See I) Thought I'd remind y'all"
?? *cut and scratched*
--East New York-- "Thought I'd remind y'all"

Verse two: Lil' Fame

I used to roll 'em, this is a holdup
MAKE em roll up, come up out your clothes and get your whole shit swole
up
This game ain't changed cause I became a rapping dude
I'm still a black cat, quick, and straight clapping dude
(Try to act rude) Play the mascott
With your clown**ways, these days, look what your**got
Clap, shot the body, I'm keeping it real
That cartoon**nigga thought he was King of the Hill
That whole shit was animation, immitation
When I shipped that**on out, like immigration
Ways of Emancipation, Proclamation
Constitutional rights, the LAST GENERATION
Your facin, M.O.P., O.G.'s
Flippin this track with O.C.
Niggaz know we, hold this shit down for Brooklyn, nigga!
Where guns spark and leave them things smoking, nigga!

Chorus

Verse three: Billy Danze

Hot damn! Danze shot your head
Full cooperation, I'm taking donations, ante up the bread
(Clap, clap!) You got that fat while we were gone
So the balance that I wrote like ???, we're taking on
Put the rest of that shit in the bag
I would tear your**to pieces, so you please don't make me mad
(Here we go again!) You ain't known, I control my destiny
I only got love for the thugs that's next to me
(Who that?) Berkuance, soldier, I'm ill
*pause* I told ya, I'm real!
And I've been doing a double danly
Everyone ?from my crew is sayin? (Daddy, don't fail me)
Hold on, the way that I jettin my foes may never be even
I'm one of them dudes that niggaz refuse to believe in
(Life is full of obstacles!) so keep weeping
(At 24-years old) My only goal is too keep breathing

*scratching* --Brooklyn-- "Thought I'd remind y'all"

Gangsta Partna (Cool Breeze)




[Featuring Big Boi]
(Chorus)
Who knows why we won't stop
It goes on and on and on....
Who knows why we won't stop
(Nobody move nobody make a sound)
It goes on and on and on....
Hey My Partna got this way wit his toungue
He told ya boy give me tha money wait right here til I'm done
And made bomb
When we get ya we gon' floss like stars
From buyin outfits to everybody drinks at Charles
We got them cars Black Range Rover wit bars
Big Beama AMG kit with them stars
Bro we hard
Like when everybody buck at tha park
Them girls be screamin
Ya'll don't wanna make them start
When we say Shhhh!
They be quiet
When we say jump,
They say when
When I say get out my face don't preach
They do it right then
It ain't no mystery my partnas know I'm gangsta as Hell
Bustin raps but so first I got some dank ta sell.
Four mo bails
Three mo blocks two mo owes
Ay everybody ridin gatorbacks and rims got chrome
All the cribs got gates and all the Kids wear Nikes
And ain't nobody girl trippin cause we'll cut of the lights
(Chorus)
Lets hit tha club
Hate ta be a lamppost
This tha night we get it tight and see who clockin the most
Just bailed in off them dangerous streets
Fresh off a Lick 5 G's a piece
Me and my favorite gangsta partna did good this mornin
We get love from Decatur cause we run this Point
It felt good bro runnin off wit all that dough
Man I had that nigga lay it down feel it for sho
Suckas flexin n' flauntin they gonna buck what they wanna
When police look we ask em what tha ** they want
We some high school drop-outs wit high class jobs
Gettin weight from outta state
And tell em we got robbed
Calhoun Jeans brand new ride pockets fat
3 level condos wit a hustle ta match
(CHORUS)
Boi it's time ta beat the sac man Tha last one I'm burntThats why me
and my
gangsta partna,Boots?Be dirty from all the workThat we put inNigga got
cut up
firstThen I stood in
We takin it back to reverse 8's
Ya'll Niggas thought we couldn't
I'm talkin bout that old school shit
From the Swats
Get so fiery from the Gentlemens club and
Cheapinin out ya crops
Nigga Don't Stop
Magic City right around the block
And You know the (?????) on the camps
And SouthernPlayalistic drop
But I think I'm gonna catch the crib
Gotta get up in the mornin and fix some breakfast for my kid
And I did boy sho as my name is Dwayne but it ain't
My gangsta partna pulled some young bitches at tha skating rink
Don't let them niggas smoke up the dank
He said nigga what you thank
Your gangsta partna turnin cake
(CHORUS to fade)

You're Crazy (Guns N' Roses)

Ow!
I've been lookin' for a trace
Lookin' for a heart,
Lookin' for a lover in a world
That's much too dark
Because you don't want my love, no, no
You wanna sati-satisfaction
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, ow!
You don't need my love
You got to find yourself another
Another piece, another piece of the action,
yeah, ow yeah, look out

Say where ya goin? What you gonna do?
I been lookin' everywhere said I,
I been lookin' for you
Because you don't want my love, no, no
You wanna sati-satisfaction
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
You don't need my love
You got to find yourself another
Another piece, another piece
Of the action

You're crazy, hey, hey
You know you're crazy, oh my!
You're **in' crazy, oh child
You know you're crazy
Ay,ay,ay,ay,ay,ay,ah,ah,ah,oooh, yeah!
Woh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh na,no,na,no,na,no,na,no,na,no,no,no
No,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no
No,no,no, no, no, no, no,no,no,no,no,no
no,no,no! Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, Oh no, ow! Woooaaah, hayow!

Say, boy, where ya comin' from?
Where'd ya get that point of view?
When I was younger
I knew a mother**er like you,
and she said,
'You don't need my love,
You wanna sati-satisfaction,' Bitch
You don't need my love,
You've got to find yourself another
Another piece, another piece
Of the action

You're crazy, hey, hey
You know you're crazy, oh my!
You're **in' crazy, oh child
You know you're crazy, Ay, ay, ay, ay,
You know you're crazy, Hey, hey,
You're **in' crazy, Oh child,
You know you're crazy, Ay, ay, ay, ay,
You're **in' crazy, Yeah
You know you are!
Bring it down!
You're **in' crazy!


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