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Listen Charles Charamba -Handidi Naye- www.zimvibes.com


Lyrics

Tossed Up (Mean Green)




featuring UGK

[Pimp C] (Bun b)
uhhh
hol up..smoke something bitch
keep your mind on your money (keep my mind on my money)
I represent UGK river know what I'm talking bout (black owned)
independent and black owned (smoked up)
smoke on something
so get your mind right

uhhh I'm young mother** sweet jones
pimpin the six
gotta yellow bone bitch cooking me serving bricks
since I was 17 I've been a legend in texas
screaming ** the police and blowing dough in the lexus
I saw your video nigga, you're slow and sloppy
spent 500,000 on a carbon copy
while I was smoking with the young soldiers in the caddy
yall ** off your money trying to be puff daddy
i'm a OG rock baller
I know some nigga that a bust 17 off in your impala
you ** them hoes and pay em top dollar
I'm still down with lil J I gotta the money and the ** power
bitch

chorus x 2
now all you niggas talking shit you getting tossed up
and all of these hoes that's on the dick they getting tossed up
we got them cookies and them bricks they getting tossed up
so don't you be bout nothing slick you getting tossed up

[verse 2]
yall niggas done **ed up and called up some treal niggas
niggas who ain't scared to put 6 in your Hilfiger
deal wit a nigga like a swisha and split him down the middle
remind a mother**er who the real hard hitter
gold diggers for cheese jealous and in keys keeping berretas
for them playing hating fellas what the ** can you tell us
driving benzs with mo mos hoes ** our toes
cause they know we the niggas roll with all the goddamn dough
I cook a quarter pound of blow sell it for 44
selling ounces for 5.50 caught you 12 at your door
it's smitty the pimp dope pro hoe I know the rules
the early bird gets the bread if you snooze you lose

chorus x 2

[Bun -B]
you done pushed the panic button
now we taking it all like a glutton
any tripping we cutting so listen it's bubby hutton
now any hoe that snort in here you can catch the nuttin
we synonymous with a rock like charles s dutton our prophecies
now wasn't you that sudsucker
talking shit with that funky bitch up in that fuddruckers
you best to be a mud ducker, I'm a thug bucker
and I got one specially designed for all you mother**ers
we love ruckus, wanna shuck and jive
but when I came through with that four to the ** five
niggas duck and dive ?????
what a ** liar
bitch ain't no time to get flossed up
I'm sauced up you said it cost what woooo-d

chorus x 4

Invisible Suitcases (None More Black)

We're at an age where the night spills after hours
Experience wears thin from time and use
I'm getting restless. I'm signing out
It's been fun fighting this stupid bout
I'n on the next train out
Out's where I'm going

I'm on a roll right now
I'm pissing everybody off around me
I'm not the same
I can't control it now
I gotta say this lifestyle don't suit me

I'm running low on the shit that keep me moving
I'm running low on the shit that makes me move
I'm thankful for patience
I'm thankful for friends
It's been fun taking this to the end
Don't want to nay say
Please keep me moving

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)

The One (WC And The Maad Circle)




Sing it
For the niggaz with the bumps

Bump, c'mon, ba-bump
Comin through the alley with a trunk full of funk
Nigga who is you?
Who me? Oh, I be that nigga from back in the days
Once again up in ya, Ain't a Damn Thing Changed
Ahh, stage left with the right angle even
We got the MAAD Circle in the house dis evenin
Get down, and ya don't quit
Yeah yeah, that's it damn nigga, rock this shit, rock it
Aight, check one one, peep the blizzo
My trademark, chanky as **, with the slow funky tempo (what?)
Bumpin, straight bumpin, neck thumpin
Stick out your tongue mother**ers I'm comin
Hardcore's the way that I swing yo
Back in eighty-eight I used to flow for the crew Low Pro
A seven year vet still strong as malt liquor
So mirror mirror who's the mother**in nigga?

Cause I'm the mother**in nigga

Now when I look in the mirror, what do I see?
Besides a shady-ass nigga slash rapper one of the first to stab ya
Up up and away think quick oh now, images start to click
I see your reflection, description young male holdin his dillznick
Chest out like Popeye, deadly as Magic Johnson
Droppin my third album, back for more like Charles Bronson
Rhymes (what?) hey, hey, I got a million of em
Takin this so-called gangster rap to another level
The capital W to the mother**ers C-me in a beanie
All-star so clean, saggin with my Turkish earring
Down with the mad-ass zoo, I thought you knew
I bring flavor to the picture, the mother**in nigga

Cause I'm the mother**in nigga
Horns...

Bring the beat back, bring that beat back, yeah
Like that so I can ** it up and treat it as if it was a four track
Locked down for years now releasin myself
Lettin my testicles swing from right left left right then back to the left
It's that quickster, mad hister, nigga looka
Beast known to make you give your mother**in hood up
Cooler than a chollo, gettin my stroll on
Goin solo, ** all you niggaz should be my logo
Bitches wasn't down now wannabe on my team
Cause I'm kickin raps tighter than Leroy on Fame jeans
But they gets nathin but dug out like a booger
Cause like Abdullah on Car Wash, I'm hip to the game of hookers
Put the, put, put the needle back in time
And I can still remember when niggaz wouldn't let me rhyme
Beat it Cleotus I used to hear it from record labels
No doubt, deep down knowin I take all they artists out
But check me out now nigga, you can't stop the reign
Here to reclaim the fame
It's the four fingers up, two twisted in the middle
So who's the nigga, mirror mirror solve the riddle

Cause I'm the mother**in nigga
** that, I'm the one, shit
Horns...

Am I the flyest nigga?
Let it ride

Before I Met You (Reba McEntire)

(Charles L. Seitz, Joe Lewis, Elmer Rader)

Well I thought I had seen good looking men in my time
That was before I met you
And I never saw one that I wanted for mine
But that was before I met you

Chorus:
Well I thought I was swinging the world by the tail
I thought I could never be blue
I thought I'd been kissed
And I thought I'd been loved
But that was before I met you

Well I wanted to ramble and always be free
That was before I met you
And I said that nobody could ever hold me
But that was before I met you

Repeat Chorus

I thought I'd been kissed
And I thought I'd been loved
But that was before I met you
Darling that was before I met you

Manslaughter (EPMD)




[PMD] Manslaughter (repeat 4X)
Verse One: Erick Sermon
Code name E D check on the one two three
Black male hard MC
Rap record slave a brother on the scene
with a machine gun and one magazine
Wanted a half a million for the body alone
Two million for the microphone
If you see him dial 5 dash slayer
A hotline to the governor and mayor
He's armed wit ammo a weapon that's mine
All black in rap strap tech nine
Silencer clipped, check the rip on the sneak tip
The boy's about ta flip
Manslaughter (repeat 2X)
They call him manslaughter
Manslaughter
Verse Two: PMD
Code name MD, rappin fanatic
No short taken, black Asiatic
Hit man, keeps my belt unbuckled
Book a look on my grill with no signs of a chuckle
Or laughter, cause my name ain't Casper
The Friendly Ghost, but I smoke an MC if I have to
Quick fast like Alakazoo, Alakazam
And I'll be damned, cuz my rhymes slam like Bam-Bam
Rubble, partner code name is E-Double
It's those hazel green eyes that keep my man in trouble
Girls ride the tip, brothers on his sac
I had to change my name to Bruce Wayne, also known as Bat-
Man, and grab the bozack wit this hand
As I slay ya manslaughter
Manslaughter
They call him manslaughter
Manslaughter
Verse Three: Erick Sermon
Mad man fully strapped and I quote
Don't flex, last chump who did, he got smoked
Undercover, not D-T but E-D
And wonder why you're spinning my records on thirty-three
I'm the original, never did crime, I'm no criminal
No static, pack a forty-five automatic
Black cat strapped in rap, holding my Johnson
Walking the streets, a vigilante Charles Bronson
As the beat kick, face his plate on the M1 done
Style's sharper than the blade in Shogun
First suckers disrupt the brain of a sucker MC
That can't count one two three
I manage to damage, I roast the whole membrane
Insane, like a basehead doing cocaine
I kill a farmer, plus his daughter
Cause I'm the E-Double, and this is manslaughter
They call us manslaughter
They call it manslaughter
Manslaughter
Verse Four: PMD
As I stare deep into the mirror, I could only resort
To a hardcore gangsta, penile train of thought
You're stomped out, you're beat down, you go big top shit
Run your trunk jewels or get, pistol whipped
Cause I'm too swift to slip or miss a stitch on my rap hit
Sleep on a sucker and you still can't get with
me bro, wit this flow and I don't know Judo
Gunflow is my style, say this so that you know
There's no time to dance or romance with a nuisance
Play ya like a puppet to put some lead in ya pants
Then off you go to the rap rat pack
Be stripped of your mic, punk on your head we stamped bozack
That's what the doctor ordered
Take two of these, dead, manslaughter
They call it manslaughter
They call it manslaughter
Manslaughter
To the farmer and his daughter, manslaughter

Look At Your Game Girl (Guns N' Roses)

whenever
1,2,3,4

This is time for livin'
Time keeps on plyin'
Think your lovin' baby
And all you do is cryin'
Can you feel all those feelin' dreams?
Look at your game girl
Look at your games girl
What a mad inclusion livin' in that confusion
Frustration and down
Can you ever live without a game
Sad, sad game, mad game
Just to say love is not enough it even can't be true
All you can those lies baby but it's only foolin' you
Can you feel all those feelin' dreams?
Look at your game girl
Go on look at your game girl
And if you can't feel all those feelings in real
Then you better stop tryin'
All you gone play cryin'
Stop tryin'
All you gone play cryin'
Stop tryin'
That's the game
Sad, sad game
Mad game
Sad game
Oh
Thanks Charles

Eggsie's In Da House (Goldie Lookin' Chain)

eggsie's in da house

alright clart, what you doin' spa? let's have a look at your mobile phone there, that's fukin' posh innit?

yeah, i got it from..........a place what sells phones, it's got three ringtones, that's the name for the ring, there's this one right, 'ang on.........

doo doo doo doooo doo doo doo doooo doo doo do do do

that's fukin' safe, spa

yeah, right, there's this one......right........

do doooooooo do do do do do dooooo do do

that's the theme tune from Bulls-eye

but mostly, i bought it for this, check this one out, clart

eggsie's in da house, the love-eggs is in the house
eggsie's in da house, the love-eggs is in the house
eggsie's in da house, the love-eggs is in the house
eggsie's in da house, the love-eggs is in the house
eggsie's in da house, the love-eggs is in the house
eggsie's in da house, the love-eggs is in the house
eggsie's in da house, the love-eggs is in the house
eggsie's in da house, the love-eggs is in the house
eggsie's in da house, the love-eggs is in the house
eggsie's in da house, the love-eggs is in the house

yeah, big respect to all the Newport crew
Raphael-De-La-Ghetto aka charles (?) ....you knows it
38DD killer, the Walsh, Stressed Armstrong, P Xain, respect........

he's a happy monkey, he came out to play
but he's had a GCSE and they thought he was**
but he took off his pants, and he took off his shorts
and he touched his penis and showed it to the (?)
.........he felt so crazy, kinda crazy like this monkey
a (?) had been used and had been left on the floor

the goldie lookin' chain, it'll make you insane
like riding on a crap intercity train
with shit cheese sandwiches and crap warm beer
get with my crew and you knows you're not queer

....you got them rizlas or what?........

eggsie's in da house, the love-eggs is in the house
eggsie's in da house, the love-eggs is in the house.....you knows it
eggsie's in da house, the love-eggs is in the house
eggsie's in da house, the love-eggs is in the house
eggsie's in da house, the love-eggs is in the house....tonight, you knows it
eggsie's in da house, the love-eggs is in the house
eggsie's in da house, the love-eggs is in the house
eggsie's in da house, the love-eggs is in the house....serious, i've seen him in the house
eggsie's in da house, the love-eggs is in the house....i've seen him in there 3 times, you knows it
eggsie's in da house, the love-eggs is in the house
eggsie's in da house, the love-eggs is in the house....fukin' loves it...in the house
eggsie's in da house, the love-eggs is in the house

How You Do That There (Master P)




[Featuring C Loc Young Bleed]
[Master P]
Unngghh How you do that there (remix) how you do that there
New Orleans Baton Rouge How you do that there
Lafeyette Lake Charles How you do that there
Shreveport Mississippi How you do that there
Alabama Atlanta How you do that there
Florida Arkansas How you do that there
[Young Bleed]
Nigga say who that heard they want do that
Run up if you will get yo**whipped blue black
My nigga my nerve, fresh out the curb
Jelly jam and preserve, nothin but mossin my word
And a mossburg pistol grip pump on my lap at all times
Whateva my nigga cause young niggaz still dyin
Hollin bout huh, nigga what, huh, give a ** nigga what
Full of that weed, planted like a poppy seed
A slanted and a janted have a nigga named Young Bleed party on
in the jungle, where the murder million mumble for months and days
Trippin off these blunts we blaze, hell of a high
And tellin em why, I'ma neva say die, see it my eyes
And niggaz say I fly like a eagle, see no evil
And ain't no sequel to this here, this year I'm bailin in the dough
Supernatural, wit ends, y'all niggaz don't here me though
But see how they runnin everything on the cool
But they know I'm fittin to act a fool in this mother**er
Chorus: Young Bleed, Master P
(Young Bleed) Niggaz holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
(Master P) From Texas to Atlanta, nigga we don't care
(Young Bleed) Niggaz holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
(Master P) Missouri, Ohio, nigga we don't care
(Young Bleed) I hear they holla, how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
(Master P) D.C. to tha Valley, nigga we don't care
(Young Bleed) And niggaz holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
(Master P) California to Virginia nigga, we don't care
[Master P]
We in these streets, anything goes
My cousin in tha pen hittin that iron gettin swoll
Sent me a letter said P get yo paper don't trust these hoes
These niggaz they'll take you, hustlin is a habit
Young bread cabbage, popcorn and grits nigga tryin to get a rabbit
What about a nice stallion to slide in, twenty inch Vogues and some
candy
painted to ride in, niggaz flip change in the game cause we soldiers
Eyes ever red cause a nigga blowin doja
Tie the black shoe strangs, tight on the Reeboks
Grab yo ski mask, DKNY, I mean a plastic glock
Hoes bounce that ass, niggaz get dealt wit
Keep yo' enemy tight, nigga never thank quick
Pour out some liquor to tha homies I owe
R.I.P. to every **in rapper, that is gone
Nigga if you Bout It, scream and you shout it
It ain't where you from, every nigga get rowdy
Game get real, nigga guard yo' grill
Cause in the **in ghetto you could lose yo' life foe a dollar bill
Chorus: Young Bleed, Master P
(Young Bleed) Niggaz holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
(Master P) Kentucky, Tennessee, nigga we don't care
(Young Bleed) I hear they holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
(Master P) North Carolina, South Carolina, nigga we don't care
(Young Bleed) Give a ** niggaz holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
(Master P) R.U., Utah nigga we don't care
(Young Bleed) I hear they holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
(Master P) Arizona, New Mexico, nigga we don't care
[C-Loc]
It's wicked, when I kick it, you don't hear me though
When I hit tha do', best hit it tha flo', time to go
Pay tha cost, to be tha boss, in this rap shit, about as wicked
It's gon' get, in tha industry, I be, bringin' tha action
In this musical fashion, if you don't know fool you betta ask em
Cause fools that wanna get wit I get wit em
When I put my gloves on, I'm bout to get gone, so long
Please mama may I, go out and be a playa, sippin' on Hennessey
A million bitches want me, my nigga passed tha herb, I took a token
I'm stayin' true, cuz what eva' he down wit I'm down wit it too
So don't get full of that alcohol in tha club and thank you bad
Cuz if ya'll niggas start **in' up somebody gon' kick yo**
Now who's that makin' that funky noise, it's tha locster comin'
through
Wit all his boyz, **ed up and let a nigga get tha right place in
time
So now foolz I'm goin' fo' mine, mother**ers ungh
Chorus: Young Bleed, Master P
(Young Bleed) Niggaz holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
(Master P) From New York to Oklahoma nigga we don't care
(Young Bleed) I hear they holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
(Master P) Minnesota to Michigan nigga we don't care
(Young Bleed) Give a ** niggaz holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
(Master P) Illinois to Indiana nigga we don't care
(Young Bleed) I hear they holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
(Master P) Cause TRU niggaz is bout it and we don't care
How we do that there, how we do that there
how we do that there
Cause No Limit niggaz bout it and we don't care

Law Breakaz (Souljah Slim)




Chorus(x4)
This for the CarJackaz
Kidnappaz
Murderaz
And burglaraz
Law Breakaz
Money takers
That be armed and dangerous

It's Mandatory
That TRU niggas get all the Glory
Realistic stories
We're not insinuatin
Trying to seperate the real from the fake
It's not in my nature to soulja hate and respect the cause
I'll regulate ya
'Fore i hate ya
And check ya with a phone call
It's a life for them dead**nigga's phone
When ya get there
I'm Tryin to tell you sum real shit
Neva cause you're sure to get up stankin
Plus i'm **in around with this Nigga that's thinkin
About Murder they makin
Verbally shankin'
Niggas its a deadly day
Takin their last breath
Besides you got me stressed out
That's why I stay sessed out
When under the press
Put on the Vest
Ready to take 4, 5 pigs out
Come to my senses
Is it safe to swang out
This Conyac to pass back
To a nigga thats committed
Don't ** with the hood critics
The real niget
When i redeem that
Peep that
Such a stranger
I'm arwy that's why i love sleepin
When i keep it cocked with 1 in the chamber
All the Criminals ride to this
Law Breakin**niggas blow up the pony ala dope and get high to this

Chorus (x4)

Let me take you on this Hustle pull about 70 Gs
Just be quiet, don't say Nathan, watch my back while I ease
Light up the weed lay down the dope so i can feel that rightous
I don't speedballin' with no coke cause i might just keep 'em psyched
I got the skills to be a rapper
Also be a kidnappa
Jacka
Murdera
And a Aggravated Burglara
I didn't do this until TRU, niggaz been doing this shit for a long time
I ball, hustle from the projects takin' your and gettin' mine
┬┐Crowns aline? with beef Under laws that are made to be broken
That's why each and everyday I be smokin
Hopin' I don't come across no tokens
In a process 187 is a grudge to be left in pri
Only way to take off the leather Versache Jackets we know to take off the
perp
I'm pretty sure u know the procedure
When u see a nigga with a heater
Aint that screamin' let me get that about ya let me treat ya like a bitch
when I squeeze ya
Any 1 of u better not move cause i ain't gonna move no place
And I'm swear i'm gonna release every bullet
And it stops when i'm stichin
My Comprehension is **ed up at this moment, at this time
I don't wanna hear this ?? what used to be yours, now mine
So kiss it
How I live it
How I live is wrong
I was born breakin the law
I guess I get it from my Pa

Chorus(x2)

Slim a nigga gon' kill you
Kill who?
That's knots
Cause i got the Mentality Commin atcha nonstop
You see I'ma insane-type nigga
Never ran a dope with my Fame-type nigga
But I get Hostile
When I use my Nostrils
Shit don't stop
Go until i want it to
I'm more than tru
My home commitee
Baby fools
Have you heard the news
Slim whatcha mean?
Whatcha mean
What i mean
What the ** I said
By you checkin' me out, I can ?? me some hoes and hay
I be loaded
And my gun be
Understand me
24-7 i betta get your mind right
Money with this sack 11
On purpose
I run with Twerkas
That twearkya it on up
And i know Dancin
So just be crazy than Charles Manson
Take a glass
Look me eye to eye
Before you die
That's when you Realize
You're **in with a soulja 4 life
And Die harder than Bruce Willis
Plus i beef with Killas
That you wouldn't ** with
But me, a double cross and duck while I buck, I buck
And they get Dealt with
I done dealt shit like ┬┐nine?
Plus i don't mind Dying
I have 'em swimmin in a bloody pine
Respect
CarJackaz
Kidnappaz
Murderaz
And burglaraz
Amred and dangerous
Have you heard of us?


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