[Intro]
Ride till I die, Lord knows stay high, and I love it
Let’s go!
[Chorus]
We count hundreds on the table, twentys on the floor
Fresh outta work and on the way with some more
And I love it (yeah!), and I love it
I got gangstas in the crowd, bad bitches at my show
Parked outside, and sitting on vogues
And I love it (yeah!), and love it
[Verse 1]
Once again it’s on, I’m back in the motherfucking booth
These niggaz still lying, I’m the motherfucking truth (YEEEEEAHHH!)
I don’t believe I need some more fucking proof
I ain’t want the four door, I copped the motherfucking coupe (HAHA!)
They tryin be me, I’m just tryin be G
And everything comes to ‘em like you’ll see
These niggaz in the dark baby I’ll just shine (SHINE)
I do it from the heart homie they just rhyme (YEEEEEAHHHH!)
Check your watch nigga it’s my time (HEY!)
Mind made up I was on my grind (THAT’S RIGHT!))
So pay attention yea you on my time
In that case time waits for no man
Do it again I done that before man (GYEAH!)
M.O.E., he ain’t part of the program
Or maybe you niggaz ain’t listening
Open your eyes I’m a blessing in disguise
[Chorus]
Yea I blew up, but they like that
They switched up on me, and I ain’t like that
Sold my first brick yea, I came right back
Fast forward the tape, nigga look at me now
And I never turn back, so motherfuck that
Life is on the ground got my head to the sky
Smoked all day, Lord knows I stay high
Stay on top, Lord knows I’m gon’ try
And live for the moment, Lord knows I’m gon’ die
And when I get to hell, Lord knows I’m gon’ fry
Woke up this morning so I’m still alive
36 O’s I sold them all for five
[Chorus]
Been around the world, it’s the same ol’ caine
Been around the world, it’s the same ol’ thang (Dro)
All the real niggaz either dead or in jail
And if you’re looking for me homie, I’m in the A-T-L
You gotta play it how it go, you can’t cheat on life (YEAAAAH!)
Ya better drink a Red Bull, you can’t sleep on life
I ain’t tryna do you, I’m tryin’ do me
Last album did two, I’m just tryin’ do three
Fresh out the block yea the work was hard
Ride with the top down so I’m closer to God
My P.O. telling me I need a 9 to 5
But I already got a job, and that’s stayin alive
[Chorus]
It may not mean nothing to y’all,
understand nothing was done for me,
so i don’t plan on stopping at all,
I want this sh-t forever man, ever man, ever man,
I’m shutting sh-t down at the mall,
and telling every girl she the one for me,
and i aint even planning to call,
i want this sh-t forever man, ever man, ever man,
[Drake]
Last name ever,
first name greatest,
like a sprained ankle boy ain’t nothing to play with,
it started off local but thanks to all the haters,
i know G4 pilots on a first name basis,
and your city faded off to brown, Nino,
she insists she got more class, we know!
swimming in the money come and find me, Nemo,
if i was at the club you know I ball, Kimo,
drop the mixtape that sh-t sounded like an album
who’d have thought a country wide tour would be the outcome
labels want my name beside the X like Malcom
everybody got a deal, I did it without one,
yeah n-gga i’m about my business,
killing all these rappers you would swear I had a hit list,
everybody who doubted me is asking for forgivness,
if you aint been a part of it at least you got to witness,
b-tches,
[Chorus]
[Kanye West]
I used to have hood dreams,
big fame, big chains,
i stuck my d-ck inside this life until that b-tch came,
I went hard all fall like the ball teams,
just so I can make it rain all spring,
y’all seen my story my glory,
i had raped the game young,
you can call it statutory,
when a n-gga blow up they can build statures of me
old money Benjamin Button, whaat, nuttin,
now superbad chicks giving me macLovin,
you would think I ran the world like Michelle’s husband,
you would think these n-ggas would know me when they really doesn’t
like they was down with the old me no you f-cking wasn’t,
your’e such a f-cking loser,
he didn’t even go to class Bueller,
trade the Grammy plaques just to have my granny back,
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remember she had that bad hip like a fanny pack,
chasing that stardom would turn you into a maniac,
all the way in Hollywood and I can’t even act,
they pull their cameras out and God damn they snap,
I used to want this thing forever y’all can have it back,
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
Ok, hello its da martian,
space jam Jordan’s,
I want this sh-t forever wake up and smell the Garden,
fresher than the harvest
step up to the target,
if i had one guess than I guess im just New Orleans,
and I will never stop like i’m running from the cops,
hop up in my car and told my chauffeur to the top,
life is like a f-cking roller coaster then it drops,
but what should I scream for this is my theme park,
my minds shine even when my thoughts seem dark,
pistol on my side you don’t wanna hear that thing talk,
let the king talk check the price and pay attention,
Lil Wayne thats what they got to say or mention,
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Im like Nevada in the middle of the summer,
i’m resting in the lead I need a pillow and a cover,
shhh, my foots sleeping on the gas,
no brake pads no such thing as last,
[Chorus]
[Eminem]
There they go, back in stadiums,
as Shady spits his flow,
nuts they go, macadamia they go so balistic yo,
we can make them look like boso’s,
he’s wondering if he should spit this slow,
f-ck no go for broke,
his cup just runneth over oh no
he aint had a buzz like this since the last time he overdosed,
they’ve been waiting patiently for Pinnochio to poke his nose,
back into the game and they know,
rap will never be the same as before,
bashing in the brains of these hoes,
and establishing a name as he goes,
the passion and the flame is ignited,
you can’t put it out once we light it,
this sh-t is exactly what the f-ck i’m talking about when we riot,
you dealin with a few true villians
whose staying inside of the booth truth spillin,
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and spit true feelings, til our tooth fillings come flying up out of our mouths
now rewind it
payback muthaf-cka for the way you got at me so how’s it taste?
when I slap the taste out your mouth with the bass so loud that it shakes the place,
i’m hannibal lecter so just in case your thinking of saving face,
you aint gonna have no face to save by the time Im through with this place,
so Drake….
[Intro:]
~In scottish accent~
Ohh! it’s muic to my ears!
Oh man!
How can i describe… the way i feel?!
Fuckin’ great man!…..ok!
Let me see…how could I begin?
~End of scottish accent~
[Verse 1:]
Locked in Mariah’s wine cellar all I had for lunch
Was red wine more red wine and captain crunch
Red wine for breakfast and for bunch
And to soak up in an between snack crackers to munch
Mariah what ever happened to us?
Why did we have to break up?
All I asked for was a glass of punch
You see I never really asked for much
I can’t imagine what’s
Going through you mind after such
A nasty BREAK-up
With that latin hunk
Luis-Miguel, Nick Cannon better back the fuck-up
I’m not playing I want her back ya punk
This is hello kitty bed spread satin funk
Mixed with Egyptian with a little rappin punk
Zappin Eric Clapton Shaq brings out da crunk
And yeah baby I want another crack at cha
You can beat me with any spatula that you want
I mean I really want you bad ya cunt
Nick you had your fun
I come to kick you in your sack of junk
Man I could use a fresh batch of blood
So prepare your vernacular
For dracula acupuncture
[Chorus:]
Bagpipes from Baghdad
When will it ever cease for pete’s sake he crazy to say the least
Bagpipes from Baghdad
What’s going through my mind half the time
When my rhymes are blowing up my…
Bagpipes from Baghdad
Somebody turn the vacancy sign on cuz I’m gone blowing up my …
Bagpipes from Baghdad
I run the streets and act like a mad man holding a glad bag…
[Verse 2:]
You can be a permanent fixture
In my lyrical mixture
I’m the miracle whip the tricksta
My sig-niture sound
When the tuba lips sticks around
I’m bound to put it on in an instant wow man
What an ensemble, what an assortment of pharmaceuticals
This beautiful pill left dust on my palm my cuticles
Get residue form just touching the bottle
Never knew i could remind me so much of my mama
I’ll cut ya like Dahmer
Pull a butcher knife on ya
The size of the sword, boy, I’m like the fuckin Red Sonja
[ Eminem Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ]
Get it stuck in your cornea, nice knowing you Norman
You’re so fuckin annoying drive the shovel boy
You’ll know what the fuck you doing
I ain’t playing no fuckin more, nick cannon you prick
I wish you luck with the fuckin whore
Every minute there’s a sucker born
Snuck up on (Melaca ??)
Made the muthafucker suck on a (suckacorn??)
Sucka? suckacorn? suckacorn??
Hit jason in the face with a hockey puck
And told him its fucking on
Man what the fuck are you doing
You running over snow blower
With the lawn mower blowing your…
[Chorus:]
Bagpipes from Baghdad
When will it ever cease for pete’s sake he crazy to say the least
Bagpipes from Baghdad
What’s going through my mind half the time
When my rhymes are blowing up my…
Bagpipes from Baghdad
Somebody turn the vacancy sign on cuz I’m gone blowing up my …
Bagpipes from Baghdad
I run the streets and act like a mad man holding a glad bag…
[Verse 3:]
In the bed with two brain dead lesbian vegetables
I bet you they’ll become heterosexuals
Nothing will stop me from molesting you
Titty fucking you till your breast nipples flesh tickles my testicles is
What they said to the two conjoined twins
Hows it going girlfriends you needs a boyfriend?
You need some ointment, just set up an appointment
Who’s-gonna-go-see-the-doctor first?
We’ll do a coin flip
I just got my one year sobriety coin chip
When the bad get going how bad does going get?
Baby you shouldn’t have any trouble rubbing groins with
Each other especially when you joined at the hip
I’m going to get the needle and thread from the sowing kit
In attempt to separate em and stitch em back together
At the loins…shit
Your the little boy with the chocolate chips ahoy chip
Cookie looky even took me a polaroid….
[Chorus:]
Bagpipes from Baghdad
When will it ever cease for Pete’s sake he crazy to say the least
Bagpipes from Baghdad
What’s going through my mind half the time
When my rhymes are blowing up my…
Bagpipes from Baghdad
Somebody turn the vacancy sign on cuz I’m gone blowing up my …
Bagpipes from Baghdad
I run the streets and act like a mad man holding a glad bag…