Saturday, May 25, 2013

Method Man feat. Mary J. Blige - I'll Be There For You/You're All I Need To Get By

Method Man feat. Mary J. Blige - I'll Be There For You/You're All I Need To Get By

 

You're all, I need
to get by, ahhhhh
You're all, I need
to get by, ahhhhh

(Background sample: Notorious B.I.G.)
[Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together]

Shorty I'm there for you anytime you need me
For real girl, it's me in your world, believe me
Nuttin make a man feel better than a woman
Queen with a crown that be down for whatever
There are few things that's forever, my lady
We can make war or make babies
Back when I was nothin
You made a brother feel like he was somethin
That's why I'm with you to this day boo no frontin
Even when the skies were gray
You would rub me on my back and say "Baby it'll be okay"
Now that's real to a brother like me baby
Never ever give my booty away and keep it tight aight
And I'ma walk these dogs so we can live
In a phat-ass crib with thousands of kids
Word life you don't need a ring to be my wife
Just be there for me and I'ma make sure we
Be livin in the effin lap of luxury
I'm realizing that you didn't have to funk wit me
But you did, now I'm going all out kid
And I got mad love to give, you my nigga

(Chorus) 2X's

Mary J. Blige

Like sweet morning dew
I took one look at you
And it was plain to see
You were my destiny
With you I'll spend my time
I'll dedicate my life
I'll sacrifice for you
Dedicate my life for you

I got a love jonz for your body and your skin tone
Five minutes alone I'm already on the bone
Plus I love the fact you got a mind of your own
No need to shop around you got the good stuff at home
Even if I'm locked up North you in the world
Wrapped in three-fourths of cloth never showin your stuff off, boo
It be true me for you that's how it is
I be your Noah, you be my Wiz
I'm your Mister, you my Mrs. with hugs and kisses
Valentine cards and birthday wishes? Please
Be on another level of planning, of understanding
the bond between man and woman, and child
The highest elevation, cuz we above
All that romance crap, just show your love

 

 

 

Tyga - For The Road (Explicit) ft. Chris Brown

 

Tyga - For The Road (Explicit) ft. Chris Brown 

 

Rick Ross - Ten Jesus Pieces ft. Stalley

Rick Ross - Ten Jesus Pieces ft. Stalley 

[Intro: Rick Ross]

God forgives, He's so honorable

But living amongst thieves and niggas like myself

You will not have that luxury

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]

I wake up excited, I made it through the night

Things I did in the dark, will it ever see the light?

My nerves should be a wreck, I got a bad chick

She keeps me erect, she loves my ad-libs

I think I'm a genius, hundred grand a fucking feature

I do at least three a week, roll up the fucking reefer

Went from Benihana to Bimini in Bahamas

Ten chains, no luggage, I'm a big timer

Niggas claim that they thugging when they dick-riding

My niggas rather walk, do they own brick climbing

On the block in my all white sneakers

Lord knows that my ten Jesus pieces

Pray for me cause you know a nigga doing wrong

My homie in the cell, so I had to write a poem

Count mills for the times that we had it hard

Asking for a hundred mill as I pray to God

[Hook: Rick Ross]

I do this for my niggas facing hard times

Can't be on them corners if you hustling part time

Ten chains on, Eric B with mob ties

Rakim flows, coming from the Pharcyde

Blood diamonds and my pieces from apartheid

Quick to quote a prayer, pull it from the archives

I pray for every soul that this music reaches

Bury me a G, ten Jesus pieces

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

Young nigga coming up, they wanna gun you down

Drinking vodka in the memory of my nigga, damn (I miss you Peanut)

Riding real slow on them all golds (we had them nigga)

Shopping for them Os when the mall close

Repping for your homies when they all gone

Get empowered then you put your dog on (Real shit)

All black tees, ten gold chains

At the Super Bowl, but we in the dope game

Ten years strong in the same trap

Ten years blowing on that strong pack

Lord knows that I wanna live right

But Lord knows what that Club Liv like (right)

Forty dollar tab meaning forty grand

Lil Wodie got it rolled up in a rubber band

Holding on the forty in his other hand

Ten chains on, smoking in the motherland

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]

I'm his poltergeist, niggas know I'm more than nice

All these jewels on, all Moissanites

I could see it in the sparkle cause it lackluster

Black card maxed out, damn black brother

White collar, black market

Chrome Smith and Wesson, back pocket

Eight shot, bitch I'm a top shotta

Screaming your affiliations, but that don't matter

I'm flyin' first class as the snakes slither

Never blackmail a motherfucking killer

On trial and they wanna execute me

It's really sad, just the fact they never knew me

True G to the core, feel my texture

A true G keeps it raw in his lecture

Keep it simple, white tee, new sneakers

Dope boy style, ten Jesus pieces

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Stalley]

Versace shirt, Jesus laying on the chest

Man I swear Big did it the best, I mean

Nas did it fresh, Jay did it fresh, I mean

Ye did it fresh, but man Big did it the best

And I was so impressed that I went and got ten

Now I'm stunting on these niggas cause I couldn't back then

Rose gold, yellow gold, a couple platinum

And I wear them all at once, I ain't trying to match them

I remember bumping Mac 10 and that deuce in the corner

Scraping up for a sandwich and a soda

Now my strength is up and I'm dangling chains off my shoulders

But no Jesus piece on mine, cause at times I feel ashamed

For the reason that I rhyme

And they say, because I'm Muslim I shouldn't think about the shine

Or even put it in a rhyme

It's better things I could talk about or put my money towards

But for now, I'mma wear these ten chains and floss


[Hook]

 

Thursday, May 23, 2013

The Game - I Remember ft. Young Jeezy, Future [LYRICS]

The Game - I Remember (feat. Young Jeezy & Future) Lyrics


(Hook: Game & (Future))
It’s been a long damn time since a nigga sold dope
But if you put a brick right in front of me, I remember
Makin’ sure they in the triple beam, I remember
Blow the fully auto magazine, I remember
(I done fucked so many bitches that I can’t remember names
But if you put that pussy right up in my face, I remember
Drop that pussy down on the floor, I remember
The way she comin' down on the pole, I remember)

(Verse 1: Game)
Pop the pussy, don’t play with it
I don’t care if Kanye hit it, I don’t care if Jay hit it
I’mma eat it up and I’mma lay with it
We shot a chopper at the gun range
Got stupid cars, got dumb change
Red bottoms, let the tongue hang
Got an off-white Porsche, cum stain
I’m whippin’ work (I remember)
Roll up that purp (I remember)
Pour up that syrup (I don’t remember)
(How Tunechi had that purple Slushy comin’ out that blender)
Got a Keisha, got a Rhonda
Got a Nisha, got a Tanya
Met a Tishaun, met a Honda
And I eat her anaconda
Got condoms in that condo
Got kush greener than Rondo
Still hit me up for that blow
You already know

(Hook)

(Verse 2: Young Jeezy)
Drop top ‘Rari shit, I drove it like I stole it
The Lambo in the shop, told my bitch to Range Rove
Microwave broke, so a nigga had to stove it
Dropped it off to my Auntie, told her hold it
I’m posted right now, posted in this Gucci link
7 dead, 30 mill, wonder what Kool G think
Quotes not hassles (I remember)
Now it’s the middle of June, and it’s snowing like December
If it get into the ‘sacs in your hood, I could mend ya’
Ya’ nigga talkin’ reckless on your song, I’ll revenge ya’
Pull up to the club in a Phantom, I had a vision
Break ‘em all down on my Hummer, end of vision

(Hook)

(Verse 3: Future)
Pop that pussy up in that hydraulics (what’s that)
6 4, throw that brick inside a pot and cook it, whip it good though
Baking soda inside of her bowl, hey yo, watch me blow
Promethazine mixed with a Sprite, poor it foo’
Been sippin’ syrup all night, and I get higher than a plane
Yeah I remember your pussy girl, but I don’t know your name
I got diamonds hanging off, they can talk of the insane
Ever since I gave her that molly, man that girl ain’t been the same
Better pop pussy for a real nigga
That’s on the way, I’mma deal with ya
I’m a real boss, that real sauce
Don’t try me bitch, I will floss
That’s real talk, my top off, I’m throw it off
Homo that green ? plate go (chronic)
I hustle take no days off
(FUTURE)

(Hook) 

Hampenberg & Alexander Brown feat. Busta Rhymes & Shonie - You´re a Star [LYRICS]

Hampenberg & Alexander Brown feat. Busta Rhymes & Shonie - You´re a Star

 

 [Intro]
Ok, now that everybody got they drinks
And everybody ready to get it poppin on the dance floor
Y’all know what to do
Hampenberg, Alexander Brown, Busta Bust, Shonie
If y’all ready, let’s go!

[Chorus]
Dancing around my baby
Cause you’re a star my baby
Dancing around my baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Everybody’s dancing like they just can’t stop, stop, stop, stop, stop
Everybody’s dancing like they just can’t stop, stop, stop, stop, stop

Hey, I know what I want, 
Hey, I know what I need
Hey, you know how I’m fiending
Dj won’t you make me dance
Hey, touching on my body
Hey, can’t help but get naughty
Hey, and enjoy the party
Dj won’t you make me dance
You see me, you want it, you want it all tonight
You fiend it and I love it
I wanna dance right now
You better, you better get ready yeah
You bett, yeah, you bett yeah, you bett yeah

[Chorus]
Dancing around my baby
Cause you’re a star my baby
Dancing around my baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Everybody’s dancing like they just can’t stop, stop, stop, stop, stop
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Everybody’s dancing like they just can’t stop, stop, stop, stop, stop

Yoh, gotta love it, the way you do the break down
And the way you got your asses out
Now I know you wanna see the god
Love the way you breathing hard, like you bout to get to passin out
Close shoppin, I pop right upon you my friend
Don’t stop mami drop it right aupon me again
So hot like the block it was banging, what else
I see the steam rising off your body...yourself
Inhale, exhale, when you beefin your nose
Mami hotter than a pressure cooker stiff in the stove
And I got an...till the building is closed
Make a...look hotter till she come out her clothes
Yeah have you move in front of me, I hold on your hips
First ... sweat on your lips
Say I love the way you’re moving now you dance on the bar
All sexy shining bright, baby you a star!

[Chorus]
Dancing around my baby
Cause you’re a star my baby
Dancing around my baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Everybody’s dancing like they just can’t stop, stop, stop, stop, stop
Everybody’s dancing like they just can’t stop, stop, stop, stop, stop.