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Lyrics

She's A Ho (Mr. Vegas)

Verse 1:
Well if a galatek two man inna one night
Then we know she's a hoe
If she a clean up di whola di neighborhood
Then we know she's a hoe
If she a walk and a sell from hotel to hotel
We know she's a hoe
If she a one night stand tek everybody man
Man a nutten dat caw wi dun know

Chorus:
She's a hoe
She's a hoe
She's a hoe
Caan hide again cause everybody know
She's a hoe
She's a hoe
Swear seh mi spat har pon di Jerry Springer show
She's a hoe
She's a hoe
All a di youth inna di street know

Verse 2:
Whey she do, boast bout how she get slim and trim
Loose twenty pound and naw go a gym
Legs easy fi open like clothes pin
Sleep wid bum, him dead and dem know wha kill him
Gal from youh know yuh nuh shooty shooty
An yuhknow seh yuh a nuh goupy
All rudies out deh do not be silly an put a rubber pan yuh willy

Chorus

Verse 3:
Whey she do
Gwaan like she hot like she a earth angel
Know something whey dem a do yuh head swell
Man a line up a dem gate car dem a sell
The way dem a move trust me you coulda tell
Run through the mob dem and di cartel
Hear seh she sleep wid Bobby Castell
Di gal a rev out skettel worse Jezebel
How much man drown inna di well

Verse 4:
Well if a gal tek whey har mumma husband
Then we know she's a hoe
If a gal sleep wid har best fren man
Then di whola wi know she's a hoe
Well if a gal easy fi pluck every man come wuk
Then we know she's a hoe
Nuff a dem run outta luck end up wid stomach
An now di man naah mine di gut

Chorus

Blu (Shandon)

Ho una voglia repressa dall'instabilità
Ma prevale l'istinto non la lucidità
Non so come combattere questa avidità
Conquistare qualcosa che non mi basterà
Ma sognare non è no,non credere
E mi sembra impossibile placare da me
Questa sete che è sabbia e non capisco perchè
Più ne sputo e più ingoio una fine non ha
Vado avanti e mi accorgo che mi soffocherà
Ma sognare non è no,non credere che sia inutile
Troppe volte chiedo urlando le risposte che non voglio
Sono pericoloso per la mia società
Una bomba inesplosa non conosce pietà
Ma una luce che sfuma non è una novità
Si consuma godendo e il calore che dà
Sa che non durerà,ma non soffre perchè sa esplodere

Buffalo Soldier (Bob Marley)

Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta:
There was a Buffalo Soldier in the heart of America,
Stolen from Africa, brought to America,
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival.

I mean it, when I analyze the stench -
To me it makes a lot of sense:
How the Dreadlock Rasta was the Buffalo Soldier,
And he was taken from Africa, brought to America,
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival.

Said he was a Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta -
Buffalo Soldier in the heart of America.

If you know your history,
Then you would know where you coming from,
Then you wouldn't have to ask me,
Who the 'eck do I think I am.

I'm just a Buffalo Soldier in the heart of America,
Stolen from Africa, brought to America,
Said he was fighting on arrival, fighting for survival;
Said he was a Buffalo Soldier win the war for America.

Dreadie, woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy,
Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!
Woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy,
Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!
Buffalo Soldier troddin' through the land, wo-ho-ooh!
Said he wanna ran, then you wanna hand,
Troddin' through the land, yea-hea, yea-ea.

Said he was a Buffalo Soldier win the war for America;
Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta,
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival;
Driven from the mainland to the heart of the Caribbean.

Singing, woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy,
Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!
Woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy,
Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!

Troddin' through San Juan in the arms of America;
Troddin' through Jamaica, a Buffalo Soldier# -
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival:
Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta.

Woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy,
Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!
Woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy,
Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy! /fadeout/

Johnny Was (Bob Marley)

(Wo-o-o-o! Wo-o-o-o! Wooo!)
Woman hold her head and cry,
'Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died
From a stray bullet.

Woman hold her head and cry;
Explaining to her was a passerby
Who saw the woman cry (cry)
Wondering how can she work it out,
Now she knows that the wages of sin is death, yeah!
Gift of Jah is life. (life)
She cried: Ah-um, I - I know!
"Johnny was a good man," I - I know! (never did a thing wrong)
"Johnny was a good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good,
good, good, good man", (Johnny was good man)
she cried - she crie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ied!

Wo-ooh! Woman hold her head and cry,
As her son had been shot down in the street and died
Just because of the system. (system)

Woman hold her head and cry;
Comforting her I was passing by.
She complained, then she cry:
Oh-ooh-wo-ah, cry (ah-ah), yeah, I know now (ah-ah),
no I know, I know now: (Johnny was a good man)
Said I know, mm-mm-mm-mm-mm. (Never did a thing wrong)
Ah! Ah! (Johnny was a good man)
Can a woman tender care, she cried, (Never did a thing wrong)
Cease towards the child she bear? (Johnny was a good man)
Wo-ho-ho-ooh! Woman cry, woman - (Never did a thing wrong)
She cried, wo-oh! She cried, yeah! (Johnny was a good man)
Can a woman tender care
Cease towards the child she bear? (Never did a thing wrong)
Wo-now, cry! (Johnny was a good man)

Get Off The Bandwagon (EPMD)




[PMD]
Ayo what's up E Double?

[Erick Sermon]
Yo whole thing man got a lot of customers out there man trying
to get paid off what we made.

[PMD]
Ayo rapping ain't your field you took the wrong trade. So you'd
better get a grip on them lips and get off the...

[P] Ayo yo yo I be the P twice E M D
[E] I be the E double E in the place to be
[P] Ayo what up E man we in there man?
[E] You know we in there, trying to get paid, know what I'm saying?
[P] Yo, we gotta step out hard this year
[E] Pee check this out, this is how it's going down

[Erick Sermon]
There was a Hardy Boy mystery you were trying to solve
Can't understand why you got involved
Here's a clue, try the ghetto master blaster
Now think who causes disaster
Clue number two, you give up?
I figured, it was K La Boss on the cut
He had help, sucker duck, now that's clue number three
You wrong, cause it was EPMD

[PMD]
MC's, get off the bandwagon
I'm not bragging, but tagging
And snagging the biter that tries to imitate
Time to go on strike and demonstrate
On the fo, that does not N-O
That if he pulls my card, I'm good to flow
Toe to toe, blow to blow, without H2O
Ayo, you want to battle? I'm good to G-O

Get off the bandwagon (Repeat 2x)

[Erick Sermon]
This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future
Feel free to scream "Ho" or "Yo" if it suits you
While the bass is booming and your face is glooming
Saying the E double E is def, you're not assuming
They're only one of many that think a jealous fellow
Say "yep" then step cause I'm cooler

[PMD]
Say "Hmmm" now you're through, you're how not who
Before I'm gluing that butt like Krazy Glue
I roll into the party as if I was Five-O
Book investigation biters like Columbo
Pushing rap for some info in exchange for a jumbo
And when I find a sucker it's time to play Rambo
Or play Commando, you know?
I knew it was the sucker with the New Jack-ified afro
We rock rhymes then we we run em a while
Sucker MC's catch on, then they bite our style
They're confused, dazed, and amused
Sweating and thing because their rhymes are used
Seen us in the crowd then they own their cost
They run around like a chicken with their heads cut off

Get off the bandwagon (Repeat 2x)

[Erick Sermon]
While my volume was swaying, you were saying
"Who was that brother?" while the record was playing
I felt kinda happy like an ego trip
I had to laugh cause my energy's tip
My tradition is dissing in this position
And right about now I'm in perfect condition
And don't get mad, and don't stop hissing
Don't say nothing homeboy just listen

[PMD]
No talk or playing, sucker MC's I be slaying
Get off the bandwagon, you know what I'm saying?
I devastate the hip-hop scene
Keep the feet moving like a dancing machine
E got my back (yeah) K La Boss on the scratch
You wild on the groove with the beat on wax
I'm in my own world, no room for distraction
Controlling MC's while La Boss keeps scratching

Get off the bandwagon (Repeat 2x)

Blitzkrieg Bop (Rob Zombie)

Hey ho, let's go
Hey ho, let's go

They're forming in a straight line
They're going through a tight wind
The kids are losing their minds
The Blitzkrieg Bop

They're piling in the back seat
They're generating steam heat
Pulsating to the back beat
The Blitzkrieg Bop.

Hey ho, let's go
Shoot'em in the back now
What they want, I don't know
They're all reved up and ready to go

Uknowhowwedu (Bahamadia)





VERSE I



LANDSCAPIN MENTALLY SHAPIN' LOOKIN AT MY GUCCI IT'S ABOUT THAT TIME

REPRESENT MY PEOPLES ON THE ILL-A-DEL SIDE LIVE LIKE MY 93 SH*T FUNK

VIBE I USED IMAGINATION LIKE HANSOUL MASTER LIKE VIC WITH THE OFF BEAT

FLOW A LADY LIKE B IN STER-RE-ERIE-O RAPS WAY BACK AT THE PLAT. WIT

SUPER BAD DISCO USE TO DO THE FREAK THE PATTY DUKE AND GIGGALO DA

AFTERMIDNIGHT ON THE WEEKEND (HO) YOU REMEMBER WE 3D WITH STEADY B

NUFF RESPECT GO TO YVETTE MONEY PSK MIZ ON PAUSE DELAY MC JEWEL T

ROCKED RIDE THE CROSS FADE BREEZE FROM NAH BOTTOM

DISCOMBOBBABOOBALATE, CERRONE WAS DA BREAK IF YOU WAS DIGGIN' IN NAH CRATES



(You Know How We Do)



VERSE II



DA YOUNGSTAs BE MAKIN CREWS POP DIVINE BEINGS GOT DA TRUE SOUND OF

HIP-HOP MAN CALLED LUX FLIPPED ON NAH BOOM BOX (MAD) PROPS TO

RUGGEDNESS LYRICAL TERRORISTS FUNKY RHYMIN' LIKE E-B-S CRUSH NATION

WITH DEM NIGS SNOOZE B AND JAZZ FRESH EASIN' BACK AND LET IT HIT CHA

RUMBLETOWN MIXTURE ITS MERDAH WIT DA HYPNOTIC RUDE GIRL BACK TO BACK

GHETTO PUN THA SCRATCH BATTLE STAR GALACK COSMIC ABSTRAXX DA FIRST OUT

DA LIMO WAS THAT NIGGA CHARLIE MACK WEST PHILS REPRESENT K-D WHERE'S

IT AT CUZ WE NOT TAKIN' NO SHORTS MORE YUUP - YUUP TO THA REBELS TO

PAN AND DICE RAW...



Verse III



(Shout Outs and Rock - Rock Ons)




Something Wicked (2Pac)




Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come

More than an adversary I'm very quick
I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift
I'm equipped to kick
Grab you coat and you hat, cause I'm prepared to clamp
Scared the [???], and caught them mutha-**as damp
Oh shit, 2pacalypse is back and strapped
Attacking the pacs, I'm kicking the facts for stacks to rap
And those that max, relax and let the blacks get jacks
I'm getting taxed, my pacs is packed with angry blacks
I'm ready to go
I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough
Getting the hoes [???]
Pumping the flow, gangster ho
cause the nose knows
Check the pose, froze, when you see me close
Punks you gonna roast, host, in a cloud of smoke
Broke, choked on a rope, and then smoked
wrote, crimes that'll bring me bank notes
nope, I ain't the type of fella that you use though
Kkkkkkicking the funky flava
Pumping [??? ???? ????] producers
Run for cover when you hear the bass drop
One verse is all it takes
Something wicked this way come

Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come

Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
wicked wicked this way comes
wicked wicked this way comes
wicked wicked this way comes
Something wicked this way come

Let Them Thangs Go (2Pac)




Throw them thangs X3
The quicker the nigga can go on
The faster the nigga can get his dough on
Then I can hit my flow and get my ho on
Them niggas don't know what goes on
They trying to ** with all they clothes on
Then act up when all the hoes gone
Are you ready for my flow? hit me (Hoooooooo!) X3
Stop fronting mother**er let them thangs go
I'm quick to kill a nigga any nigga feel me nigga
You can't fade me I'm way to ** real nigga
2Pacalypse Now still down with the Underground
Niggas get clowned when I come around
Boom boom mother**er and it don't stop
** a cop pass the glock and it won't stop
If ya ready for my flow hit me (Hoooooooo!) X3
Stop fronting mother**er let them thangs go
If ya wondering the thunder and the trouble
Is coming from the rebel as I hit ya from the lower level
Hit me once ** D M and two times
Popping like two nines hitting 'em with new rhymes
I can make you love me
Best to chill with the nigga 'cause ya sure can't punch me
If ya feel me let me hear ya say (Rock that shit) X3
'Cause ain't a nigga alive that can stop the hit
[Spice1]
Hey, hold on young 'Pac
Mother**ers ain't riding no hookers out here
Punk mother**ers think the town
Ain't got handle bars on and shit
And ya lie to get slapped behind here
With a mother** motor, punk sissy
[2Pac]
Tell them mother** square**niggas
Check this out
Y'all fonna come up off those mother** thangs
'Cause I ain't fonna be up in sweating for nothing
Ya little punk square nigga
I'm quick to spit the shit get ya open
Straight outta Oakland
** the law get ya jaw broken
Ba ba ba bang bang nigga it's a stick up dee
Turn the kick up I'm ready to rip the shit up G
They got me hype hype hyper, am I hype enough?
Pass the blunt mother**er let me light shit up
And pump ya fist like this
'Cause the cops can't flip on a whole damn clique
So suck dick
What they hitting 'fo? Double up nigga it's on
The type of nigga that likes to bone with the lights on
If ya ready for a nigga hit me (Hooooooo!) X3
Stop fronting mother**er let them thangs go
Yes some of you niggas are bitches too
Little square mother**ers trying to get to who?
Pop pop never made it to ya punk**clique
Talk shit now ya gotta get ya punk**whipped
For the bitches that be trying to work a nigga
For the tramps that be trying to jerk a nigga
For the rollers that be trying to urk a nigga
I'ma hustle and you punks can't hurt me nigga
If ya ready for a nigga hit me (Hooooooo!) X3
Stop fronting mother**er let them thangs go
uh, uh, yeah
Let them thangs go

Can't C Me (2Pac)




[Featuring George Clinton]
Intro: George Clinton
The blind stares
of a million pairs of eyes
lookin' hard but won't realize
that they will never see
the P
(You must be goin' blind)
Verse One: 2Pac
give me my money in stacks
and lace my bitches with 9 figures
real niggas fingers on nickle plated 9 triggas
Must see my enemies defeated
i'm cashin'
while they coughed up and weeded
open fire
now them niggas bleedin'
see me in flesh
and test
and get your chest blown
straight out tha west, don't get blown
my adversaries cry like ho's
open and shut like doors
is you a friend or foe ?
nigga you ain't know ?
they got me stressed out on Death Row
i've seen money
but baby I got to gets mo'
you scream and go
'2Pac'
and I ain't stopin'
till i'm well paid
bails paid
now nigga, look what hell made
visions of cops and sirens
niggas open fire
buncha Thug Life niggas on tha rise
until I die
ask me why i'm a Boss Playa gettin' high
and when i'm rollin' by
Niggas Can't C Me
Chorus: George Clinton
The stares of a million pairs of eyes
and you'll never realize
You can't C Me..
Verse Two: 2Pac
Been getten worried that these square mutha**ers with nerves
sayin they can get with us
but picture me gettin' served
My own mama say i'm thuged out
my shit be bumpin out tha record store
as if it was a drug house
my lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood
nigga what ?
It ain't nothin but a party when we thug
and there I was
a young nigga with heart
ain't had shit to loose
pullin' my pistol on them fools
you know the rules
D-R-E you got me heated
my words like a penatentary dick
hittin' bitches where it's most needed
money and weed
Alazay and Hennesse
To my Thug niggas in lock down
witness me
bail on these ho's in floss mode
tha life of a Boss Playa
** what ya thought tho'
my enemies deceased
die like a bitch
when my album hit tha streetz
Niggas Can't C Me
Niggas Can't C Me
Chorus: George Clinton
Which way did he go George
Which way did he go
Which way did he go
Which way did he go
Verse Three: 2Pac
You niggas made a mistake
you shoulda never put my rhymes with Dre
them Thug niggas have arrived and it's Judgement Day
Hey Homie if ya feel me
Tell them tricks that shot me
that they missed
they ain't killed me
I can make a mutha**er shake
rattle and roll
i'm full of liquor
thug nigga
quick to jab at them ho's
and I can make ya jelous niggas famous
** around with 2Pac and see how good a niggas aim is
i'm just a rich mutha**er from tha way
If this rappin' bring me money
then i'm rappin' till i'm paid
i'm getten green like i'm supposed to
Nigga, I holla at these ho's
and see how many I can go through
Look to the star
and visualize my debut
niggas know me, playa
I gotta stay true
don't be a dumb mutha**er
because it's crazy after dark
where the true Thug niggas see ya heart
Niggas Can't C Me....
Outro: 2Pac, George Clinton
(Yo, check this out, stay off his dick)
Niggas Can't C Me
(Right before your eyes, i'll disappear from here) You niggas Can't C
Me, hahah
(You Can't C Me) I know it's hard nigga, i'm all up in your face
But you still Can't C Me
(You Can't C Me) All up in your range, but niggas Can't C Me
(20/20 vision won't visualize) I'm in tha flesh baby, but you Can't C
Me
(All tho' glasses won't help you realize) You blinded
You blinded
You Can't C Me
(You Can't C Me)
Thug Life baby
Don't believe everything you read
Alazay and weed (You Can't C Me)
(Right before your very eyes, You won't even visualize)
(You Can't C Me)
Dr. Dre all day, 2Pac
Niggas can't C Me, hahaha
I dedicate this, to you PUNK Mutha**ers hahaha
this ones for you big baby hahah
cause you bitch**niggas Can't C Me
Niggas Can't C Me
(ooooww)
(ooooww)
(You Can't C Me)
(See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil)
(You won't C Me)
(First C Me, Now ya don't)
(Wanna C Me, but ya won't)
(Come to C Me, but ya Can't)
(ooohhh, You Can't C Me)
(You Can't C Me)
(Right between your eyes, you'll never realize)
(Right before your eyes, you won't even realize)
(Visualize what you Can't C)


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