THIS IS MY BLOCK

Chorus
This is my block – this is my block
The rock ain't gon' stop
This place is hot y'all – Ho ------

Verse 1
Posted up chokin'
On some Indo green
Stacked up in the back
Too many Stacks
I'm mean
These streets is the King's streets
It seems
Everyone or two years I have to make 'em lean
Hit 'em with tha machines
If you run the block
Heavy Handed Means!
Greasy
Enough cake to make your wake come quicker than a sun beam
Run up on you with the Fo' leave ya leaking
Pulling capers and I'm squeezing
It's Pleasing!
Yeah you nippy but I'm FREEZING
Fully automatic cracks
Now yo' whole family's weeping

Stop ya madness young dudes
I'm a veteran killa
Servin' 22 blocks
On every corner I'm the major dealer
Only 19 when I wrapped a Milla
You taking over the flow? Stop it will ya!

Ya pocket's thin? Boy I feel ya
But is it worth eating steel bullet dinners?

Repeat Chorus

Verse 2
We get it poppin'
What you talkin' bout dude?
You up in da club..
Chump, I own the club
You see how all they' eyes is glued
On my section roped off it's a thug reunion
We tucked with our tools.. Send
Them Bunnies over it's time for pattin' pannies
More throats in action in the back than the Grammys
Everybody on the floor throwin' 'bows and two-steppin'
I'm not a DJ but I make lean back when I'm pepperin'
No stressing
Mo weapons
Than the American
Airforce and you the Taliban
I'm the worst
I'm the HEAT man
I keep grams
Kilo'd up
Grands in rubber bands
Understand Fam?
Cold-hearted G and I don't give a damn
Yeah they saw what happened
But they won't take the stand
Everybody give respect
Cousin, I'm the man!
Taxin', Clappin', It's crackin'
That's why I'm rappin'

Repeat Chorus

Vamp

Watch yo' back!
No matter what you do
Dog I'm watching you

You betta' watch yo' back!
I got eyes on every corner, plenty guns to shoot

Homey don't get smacked!
I'll treat you like my hoes if you disrespect
Make me grab the Tech
Or maybe grab ya neck!

Homey watch yo' back
You'll pay a heavy debt

Watch yo' back!
No matter what you do
Dog I'm watching you

You betta' watch yo' back!
I got eyes on every corner, plenty guns to shoot

Homey don't get smacked!
I'll treat you like my hoes if you disrespect
Make me grab the Tech
Or maybe grab ya neck!

Them slugs is hot
Homey, This is My Block!!

WIGGLE IT JIGGLE IT

CHORUS
I love it when you wiggle it and jiggle it
U know I gotta get it
Oooh girl you making me horny
Tonight it's me and you shorty

I love it when they wigglin' and jigglin'
U know I wanna get it !
Can I get next to you hottie?
Rub hot oil all on yo' body?

VERSE 1
Hold up wait a minute
There some pieces up in the party
Time to get up in it
I like it when you move ya hips nice and slowly
Diamonds up in the bevel blind
I'm flashin' the Roly
Hey, Oooh!
Please excuse me mama
U lookin' good tonight
Me no want no drama

Move weight
Yeah I'm known in the Burroughs
Flip the stash 5 times a week
Made thorough

Whassup? Whatup Hun!
You seen me at the bar with a stack of hunds
All dem other dudes steady bumpin dey gums
You heard about the flow
Now you think I'm the one?

Only if you gonna gimme some lung!
Wit' ice cubes, let my brothers bounce on your tongue

You so petite
I'm tryna creep
What can I say?
Can I kiss ya booty dimples today?

CHORUS

VERSE 2
100 proof
The way you move dat thang
Baby you the truth
Ya need some new moves?
Suga, I could coach ya
I tried to told ya
Get tha picta
Mi la vida loca hey!

Da kitty's hot
Actin' like it's not
Now you got me on the flo'
Drop it like it's hot
Let me touch it
We can make it easy
Hit da coast in something pleasing breezy
Stop
Let me hold dem buns
Baby oil dem cheeks
We could have some fun
Roll around the suite
Episodes discreet
I'd like to break a sweat
Dancin' off our feet hey!

Come on, Come on
Get it, Get it
You worked to get me open
Baby you done did it!

You so petite
I'm tryna creep
Let's lose da clothes
Let me get it while you touchin' ya toes woo!!

BRIDGE
The way you move dat A@!
I'm feenin' for ya
-Move it for mami hey-
I'm checkin' for you
Nothin I won't do

The way you move that thang
I'm waitin' for ya
-move it for mami hey-
Girl you so lovely
Won't you just come with me!

CHORUS

PLAYIN' DIRTY

Chorus
Playin' Dirty
When we ridin'
Playin' Dirty
When we clubbin'
Playin' Dirty
We be comin'
Playin' Dirty
C'mon

Verse 1

Po-Po's always tryna catch us ridin' dirty
What's up derty?
It's time to flip this birdie
Columbian stacks in the safe
We tryna make a bundle add the bakin'soda to it den you shake it
After you chop and separate it
You' ridin' dubs thru the town
Let the suckas hate it!
Associates in every state
But be careful cause the streets is watchin' all the money that you make, wait!!

We Bossin'
Don't get it twisted when we flossin'
We'll take it to the mats
We love to hear the sounds of the muzzle crack
Boy you don't want that
We'll pop the trunk and twist your cap back
We countin' money like the NASDAQ – it's too much
We keep the baddest broads – for two months
We been lounging down by the water in San Drope
Rubbin' on big booties
That's how big boys play hey!

Repeat Chorus

Verse 2
When it's mission time
There ain't a lot of barkin'
We get on our grind
A couple blunts we get to sparkin'

Our intelligence is better than the CIA
Assets watchin' your everymove, everyday

When it's time to launch the attack
I carry the MAC
Budda got the AK and we both wearin' black
We creep real slow
Before you know it
You feeling like you floatin'- the world receding below, it's
Not a dream
Boy you've passed away
My motto's "Best ya pull it, instead of taking a bullet!"
So you little rat punks get it straight
We the grimiest click no mistake

Homey take ya time and get ya weight up
You tryna come for mine?
Have you lost your mind?
Betta ask somebody,boy I run this city
Another young G gone what a pity!

Repeat Chorus

Vamp

GUNS!
We got mo guns than a little bit

DRUGS!
We move it in and out, boy we flip a grip!

WAR!
If you really want to test our menace
All I gotta do is give 'em the word- you' finished!

GUNS!
We got mo guns than a little bit

DRUGS!
We move it in and out, boy we flip a grip!

WAR!
If you really want to test our menace
We'll wipe y'all all out it's a dirty business!

Repeat Chorus

Dirty Money

Chorus
Dirty Money makes the world go round
Y'all love the benjamins I toss on the ground
Dirty Money drives a dog insane
I gotta fist full of paper, It's all bloodstained

Repeat 1x

Verse 1
It's cold out here
Two minutes on my block you taste the atmosphere
It's sour on your lips
The back of ya throat's real dry
Ya stomach's turnin' over
An hour later you cry

We keep it gulley loved one
We don't care about nothin'
Preoccupied with our ones
Keep our adversaries starin' down the barrel of a gun
Rich, poor, young, old, they can all get some!!

Bridge1
"For the Money"
Choppin' rocks
Weed lacin'
You hussla?
Catch you slippin' put 'dese bullets in ya face

"I don't know"
Who made the rules of the game
Beirut or the Block, home it's all the same

"If you can't take it"
Stay of the streets for real
It's not a game dog
It's too late to get to talkin'
When I run up in ya spot wit' da Mac Milli
If you don't act right
"Somebody's blood I'm spilling!"

Repeat Chorus

Verse 2
As the world rotates on its sideways axis
I'm sideways creepin' in the hog with the black Smith & Wesson
My victims never know, I keep 'em guessin'
Lookin' for some work?
Homey don't stress it!

I keep the pounds of weed
My white 'ill make ya nose bleed
Cut it wit da bakin' soda
Flood the streets

I'm sellin' mo guns than Walmart
Got a room full of ammunition
Throwin' 'em like darts you tarts

Bridge 2
"For the Money"
Duckin' cops
Enemy chasin'
You a sucka
Catch you slippin' put 'dese bullets in ya face

"I don't know"
Who made the rules of the game
I'm the bully of the block, yeah you know my name

"If you can't take it"
Stay of the streets for real
It's not a game dog
It's too late to get to talkin'
When I run up in ya spot wit' da Mac Milli
Betta open up the safe
Or I'm gonna start peeling!

Repeat Chorus

Bridge 3
Adlibs

"Oooh Oooh"
I don't care what it takes
I'm a make my paper
Thug life ain't easy

"Oooh Oooh"
I'm always tryna raise the stakes
Never hesitate to grab the gauge and rampage

Repeat Chorus

Booty Shakin'

Chorus
Get ya booty shakin'
Drop ya A to Floor
Shake ya Money Maker
Till I'm ready to Blow

Repeat 1X

Verse 1
Shake it, shake it, shake it
But baby don't break it, break it, break it
Oh my God I love to see you naked
I can't take it
Ya' let me put my hands on ya hips and now I'm snake bit
You need to quit
Make me wanna strip

I can imagine both our bodies drippin'
When I watch ya' booty dip I'm trippin'
Schemin' on how I'm gonna slip in
Make ya hips bend
I'm behind ticklin'
Ya pearl
Wit my stick in
We both grinnin'
The room's spinnin'

You know what you do
How you do
When you do that thang
Make me wanna buy you a rang!
Duckin my gang
The way you make my thang sang
I'd win a grammy category sprung
Got me in shower hung waitin' to plunge
Girl you da' one!

Uh Oooooh!
Homey there she go
Twirlin' on the danceflo'
Wit a rump deluxe
U see why I'm always in the cut smashin' it up?

Repeat Chorus

Verse 2
Girl it ain't fair how you do that there
Everybody starin'
Wit dem tight pants dat you wearin', ya chil'ren
Had to be fun to make
I'm dreamin' of missionary nights grippin' dem cakes
For goodness sakes

Could you give a young brotha a break
Better yet, give a brotha a taste
Put ya lips on my face wit haste!
Let me fill up ya space
Undeniably you one of the greats, what would it take?
I appreciate ya!

U got every dude sittin' up in da club
Wit da bitter beer face
But you know they scrubs
Yet you showin' me love
Let's raise up
We can do it in the tub
Hot oil body rubs

Shake it, shake it
Wherever you move, I'll take it, take it!
Girl you ain't heard?
I can run a thousand miles
Especially when I'm runnin'.... FROGGYSTYLE!!

Repeat Chorus

Vamp
"Bump, Bump, Bump, Bump"
I love the way ya booty's shakin' baby!

"Bump Bump, Bump, Bump"
You drivin' me crazy girl

"Bump, Bump"
Ya' waist is thin
Wit dem nice thick thighs
You can forget all dem other guys
You know dem chump's little willies won't fly!

GOOD TIMES

CHORUS
These are the good times
Forever in the hood times
We gonna make it we can make it
These are the ggod times
Love is the best crime
We gonna make it

Verse 1
5 bucks get a forty and a dutch
not thinking about much see my shorty get a touch
sweet as can be and a big you know what
keep my head up I never stop swingin
never stop hopin always keep copin
keep my body movin and my mind in motion
slick in production big truck system
mama always said son stick with the wisdom
I came to get them stick them fit them
I aint a victim and you never see me slippin
Never see me dippin even in middle of friction
Got them all wishin they was in my position
Smooth with the diction pay to listen
I get paid every single day
Gotta be good in the hood baby
Keep it comin baby one more time
We gotta hit them now with one more rhyme

CHORUS

VERSE 2
I gotta say make me feel that way
Like sippin champagne on the fifth of may
Like a pocket full of benjamins I maintain
Make it fall like rain act mad insane
Runnin through the streets yellin my own name
Love the way you move love the way you do
Anything can happen when you walk like that
King im relaxed to the infinite
Rock mic's that's my instrument
With two turntables make this thing get bent
Wicked with the flow act you don't know
Rockin it real fats then I make it slow
Flip the hood we can all get down
All come together white black or brown
In the hood whats good it's the natural sound
Check me out when ya on the block

CHORUS

GOIN' UP GOIN' DOWN

Chorus
Goin' up – goin' down
Booty movin' all around
Git it lef, git it right
Grab a little piece 'n' hold it tite
Goin' up – goin' down
Booty movin' all around
Flash a fitty – watch her go
She's a nasty little HO.....
She goin' up -- she goin' down
She goin' up -- she goin' down

Verse 1
I know where I'd like to sit ya
Baddest B in da club and I gotta get wit ya
In da middle of the dance flo' prancin'
All da goons at the bar knockin' Hen shots glancin'

Let me tell you what I wanna do
Grab ya hips from the back- Booty Bouncin' Boo
Up and Down, Left to Right
I can see you wanna pop that thang tonight!

Drop it low and LOWER
Move it faster SLOWER
Baby freak dat beat petite, so sweet; don't mess wit me
I'll blow your back to the front- I'm out!
I'm back! Jigglin' 'til you shout

You got me reelin'
I'm feeling
Have you without a doubt...

Chorus

Verse 2
Gimme' sometin' I can work wit' shorty
"Snap your G-string?"..Ooh my Lordy!
Ya twistin', windin', 'n shakin'
Dem cheeks vibratin' then brakin'
I can see you wanna set dat suga free
No need'n fakin'
We can take a weekend make a motion picture
While we're makin'

Dem ooh! Aah! Sounds
You on my stripper pole sliddin' down
Onion so soft 'n supple
Frustrated?
Give me a couple
Suck sessions
Baby I'm guessin'
Got da buns? I'm a dog
Baby no stressin'

Come on we'll work it out
Have you without a doubt

Chorus

Bridge
We could speed in the Phantom down the highway
Bet I beat that bottom if you swing it my way

Plenty-inch cigar
Get it off so mean if you let me squeeze
Wanna take you home
Mami, I'm Papi
Shorty bend dem knees!!

THREE STRIKES U OUT

Chorus
One, Two, Three Strikes U Out!

Verse 1
Bread Winner
Dope Getter
No betta'

U betta'
Go getta'
Kevlar Sweater

If you think you gonna test my neezies?
Please these rounds 'll come whistlin' by like a freezing breeze
Ya breezy 'll be left without her baby's Deezy
Wit' ya grandmother on her knees pleading weakly!

You don't want it
Don't do it
It's a loser son
Ya plan 'll have me leanin' out the window dumpin'
Don't let ya mouth get you into something
You never could imagine
It ain't worth the funkin'

I stay heated
Don't make me make you eat it homey
The O.G. told me just to hussle it up
Be ready to bust!!
Too many thugs plottin' on my paper
I get that feelin'
I'll just take her... Ya Mom! Ya Girl!
Can't afford expensive friction
My twin Nines 'll have ya head in the wind twistin'!

Repeat Chorus

Looked up
Couldn't duck
Quick enough
It's tough tryna hussle me? What?
I keep the Quality connected
But if you disrespect
I'll let 'em fly free
"On your knees!"
So many casualties
You little wannabees
It's really best you be easy!
Don't believe fat meat's greasy?

When I turn da corner of ya block in black
Keed, me with three patnas and the AK Straps
Perhaps,
You'll remember the jewel
Blessed ya but you chose to ignore the schoolin'

Second strike homey and I wish you much luck
Believe me! The drama's so beneath me
Discreetly, I'm a end it all
Come and get it all
After all
You don't want to brawl
Mayhem 'til they all crawl!

That's a real Thug anthem
There ain't no talkin'
We just clap 'em!

Repeat Chorus

Vamp

You don't really want it
You don't really want it
You don't want it!

You don't want it with me
I'm a G for real

You don't really want it
You don't want it
You don't really want it

Ventilate ya brains
Burn ya house & peel!

You don't really want it
You don't really want it
You don't want it!

I know one thing, my heart ain't pumping
Koolaid, you minimum wage
Boy, wit' dis gauge

Come on out ya house!
It'll be ya last mistake Hey!

It's Gettin' Nasty

Chorus
It's Gettin' Nasty
It's Gettin' Nasty
It's Gettin' Nasty in Here

We Gettin' Nasty
We Gettin' Nasty
It's Gettin' Nasty
It's Gettin' Nasty in Here

1st Verse
A brotha finally made to the weekend
I need a few freaks
It's been two weeks
Poured me a glass of Hen
And now we rollin', chokin' on dat Bluegrass
Puff and Pass boy!!!

Don't play with me
Dey been workin' me
Time to let my hair down
Now I'm pagin Chief
I know it's goin' down
"Where da broadies be?"
" I heard it's goin' down at Suga T's majorly!"
Please, be the right one baby!
All a playa need is one right laday
And a sack of dat Supa Kill
Lick a couple suckas, and peel, hit the motel
"Fool, get out the way!"
Now my boss is pagin' 911
"Not today"
Tonight I'm flying free
I'm on a Nasty Mission, Nasty Girls, Nasty No Inhibitions

Repeat Chorus

2nd Verse
Ooh I'm likin' this
Caught that herbal mist outside the backdoor
It's lookin' dangerous
Gave the codeword
She looked at my man and let us in
Homey's to the left dice jigglin'
Hold up dog, let me break these brothas
I'm causin' problems wit dey baby's mothers
I don't know what could be goin' on inside dey heads
Instead of buyin' diapers, "Dummies, give me dat bread!!"
Looked to the right, spotted baby in red
She licked her lips, rubbed her hips, and led
Me down a flight of stairs to a private room
She whispered in my ear "My name is Doo Yu Soon"
Are you serious
Her rump was so trunk, I was curious
I don't know where we was 'bout to go
But if she wanna get nasty, man I'm ready fo'sho'

Repeat Chorus

3rd Verse
So I'm on the couch and she's straddlin' me
A pretty pink thong on, I grabbed dem cheeks
Then she started doin' dat dirty dancin'
Flirtin' and jerkin',unzipped my pants man!
Ol' Girl, you doin' it
Anything I got, baby you could get
She put it in her hand and started massagin'
My stick was wider than a three-car-garage, then
She grabbed my hand
Gently put my fingers in her promised land
It was gushing, soon I was pushing
I had to pound her tooshing
And I soaked her bushing

Repeat Chorus

HOT IN THE CLUB

CHORUS
Hot in the club yeah
Up in the club little drugs little love
Make it shine from above drink a little henny
Move that fanny outstanding
Im inside while you still in line

VERSE 1

Im holding hands with this divine thing
I think she make my mind sing
Yo we in a see through bathroom
Quick lock the door
Never seen a body like that before
Make me want to run home write metaphors
See we been doin it in the club since 94
This is a hip hop stick up sick put ya hands up
Wave em in the air like ya just got out of lock up
We walk up with 50 bouncers look shifty
Get ya hands out ya pocket quick kid
I saw ya hide those little diamonds
When you see my eyes shinin
Straight from Long Island better not look at the god
Now smiling okay okay

CHORUS
Hot in the club a little drugs little love
Make it shine from above
Drink a little henny move that fanny outstanding
Im inside while you still in line

VERSE 2
Ok ok I didn't bring no AK
Time to pop a hundred dollar sparkles
Yo pour in the chambord
I drove the LamborGhini here
But I think im leavin with that little teeny here
She whisperin good things in my ear
Oh my god say it out loud it sounds scandalous
Throw me off balance like bad drugs
We aint mad thugs we just come here to party
I like to sip cognac I don't drink Bacardi
Speakin of which lets switch seats I got to roll up a philly
Let the club feel the heat spread ya legs out
Move that ass move ya feet

CHORUS

LET'S RIDE

CHORUS
LET"S RIDE
Gotta hit the street – we packin' heat – we movin'
LET'S RIDE
Got the AK cocked, it's ready to pop – let's do it
LET'S ROLL
We comin' for ya – gunnin' for ya
So LET'S RIDE – Let's RIDE

VERSE 1
Gotta creep down the street when I hold the heat
Pop pop them drop them off of they feet
Ghetto chicks love it when I drop the beat
Tell em dirts done better hide the gun
Out on the stoop like what what
Officer ima have to duck
Straight out of luck better pass the buck
Aint nobody doin no gangsta ish
Im an educated thug I aint dangerous
Soon as popo done leave the spot
Better bet in a minute im cocked and locked
Hop in the whip 300 dropped
But it aint in my name if I get cold caught
Caught a bid once so I cant get dropped
It's a gangsta thing hit low when I swing
Got about 5 chicks waitin for that ring
Spend funny money like it aint no thing
Hook that cook that thing up
Better get blinged up
If you wanna ride with me
Gotta take control
Like an animal im on parole I don't pay the toll
Rolex on froze cuz I love them hoes
Made em arch they back as they touch they toes

CHORUS

VERSE 2
Got that dough betta bet we froze
Sippin on Veuve Cliquot you know
Cant mess with this in a 9 by 6
Shut them lips and it better be quick
2 holes in the chest start to switch
rap about it when I put it on the mix
make a hit stack bricks I am legit
I will click click then pow!
Chicks on the tip take one then flip
Out the back door when im done with it
Go to the show when they climb them poles
Better believe you wont get no dough
On the dance floor man out of control
On the blow when they pop the roll
Ak cocked so don't talk no mo
Smoke then roll nice and slow
Creepin up with he black tint windows
Better duck when you see me on the go
Yes yes get that get that fresh fresh
Hit that hit that hold the smoke
No beginner no choke
Roll up the dutch that's what I wrote
Ima pop the clutch I don't shoot no dope
Put a lazer scope on top of the do'

CHORUS

Verse 3
Blast ya gat ya off ya feet
I never rush im all low on the street
Keep it cool like luke cuz im ready to shoot
Lay down on the ground look what I found
Yeyo in the trunk man about a pound
I could flip that yo thats how I get down
Gotta get that dough then I pass it out
Gotta maintain without a doubt
Puff that puff that pass pass
Ruff that ruff that gas gas
Chalk it up then I cook it up
Rock it up up then I hook it up
Gotta get dirty bills man that's wussup
Pour a sip on the ground for the soldiers told ya
Puff that puff that pass pass
Ruff that ruff that gas gas

KING OF CLUBS

CHORUS
Diamonds on the wrist girl pop your Kris
I'm the king of the club I'm the one you love
(repeat)

VERSE 1
Rap superstar at the bar
I'm lookin for the chick with the ripped six
I'm slick see me comin' with a pocketful of benjamins
Gentlemen step aside no red rope no pride
I ride the wave no fame name don't claim game
I've kept the rep in step keep hits comin'
In ya chest 9 to 5 we getting love in the club
Sun come up and we smoke a dub i'm
A lover international London to L.A.
Freaks on the runway properly drop position
I'm on the down low on Sunday I only do it one way
My way the highway I roll so slow
In the black 6oo I keep my windows tinted
I keep the engine runnin'
When the girl comes runnin'

CHORUS

VERSE 2
In Puerto Rico met this fine ass freak
I was sittin' in the club we roll 25 deep
I didn't have to dance man I didn't have to speak
Champagne flows any day of the week
I gave a little wink and her knees got weak
I told her I'm from Tennessee sipped on the Hennessy
She said she remembered me seen me on the video
Said I ain't a groupie I just like the way you move me
I think I seen her in a triple x movie
Hold up girl don't be messin' with the cooffies
Must a mistook me for the flavor of the week
We jumped inside the jeep
And the ride started rockin' I ain't knockin' occupations
I'm a freak in any nation
She got satiated and we rolled back in
I make all my money from my mind and my pen

CHORUS

VERSE 3

Freak roll lose control shake bounce like an animal
Silver platinum ice and gold ride on 20's or don't ride at all
Shake that thing keep it natural everybody needs some action y'all
We could keep it goin' till the break of dawn e roll like x go on and on
You've got the key to my hotel I love when they scream and yell
When you're done don't have to tell keep everything on the d and l

CHORUS

I WANNA

CHORUS

Youre getting so hot why don't you take it off
Im gettin so hot I wanna I wanna

VERSE 1
Sugar and spice and everything nice
Let me take you to Rodeo lay ya hands and your wrist
And your neck on ice
You got spice like Bombay models on the runway
Let me tell ya bout the way we play in L.A.
Come and pick you up stay gone for three days
Thermostat must peak 85 degrees have you weak in the knees
Playalistic you don't have to speak you just have to scream
That skin so silk have me flipped like a fiend how you dip in them jeans
How you gonna act pimp say you got your own cream
I feel like I smoked woke up in a dream
Baby girl with them curls bubble bath and steam
I had to pull connection for the club tonight
But if you stay freaky we stay in tonight

CHORUS

VERSE 2

Im the first to run the last to come
Shake the timber like thunder stay limber go undercover
Like no other man can I don't mean to boast got a place on the coast
I don't mean to brag but no ragtops got the 600 tint and you know it stays dropped
Love you like hip hop when you take it off
Girl those hands so soft got the pedal to the medal
Wont stop until you stop everything stays rock
As we roll up the block hold your head up high
As we spark jade opticals bottles that we pop and pull
Feel like im in tropical weather whether youre coming soon
Or in the next room feel the boom from the bass and girl just in case
Im gonna hit and run baby im not even done cause we gonna see the sun
Girl that was just round one

CHORUS

YOURE BURNING UP BABY
LETS TAKE IT OFF BABY

GOLD AND PLATINUM

Chorus

Give me the ching, mister, now show me the money
Yeah give me the Escalade, fill the back seat with honeys
I'll throw down the beats - I'm holdin' my rhymes for ransom
Just show me the cash - I'll give you gold and platinum

My stance with this dude named Lance
Gimme my advance second chance no dance
All these fools fluctuated debated I cant wait
I love it I hate it I contemplate got no time
For fashion im mashin and smashin and stashin
These flows for he hold up wait a minute
Got my rub a dub bumpin at the club
Everybody push and shove now you wanna pull out from under me
The rug like im a rookie ya heard my mix tapes
I aint made a mistake since I was in the eighth grade
Makin fakers afraid now its time to get paid
Get laid get made sucka duck the fluctuation
This nation invaluable information
So yo stop slick let me give ya a market tip
If ya see me onstage flipping amazing grace
I need twenty points a joint ya need to stop slippin

Give me the ching mista
Now show me the money etc..
Chorus

One minute friends next asking you for ends
Vex me to an infinite degree lets see
Roll by in a Bentley see how many people act friendly
Invent the next experiment to test I flex perplex
Do you need the riches to get mmm that sucks
Say I live my life this way to my label execs
Floating clouds in jets watch me swift step
When you want air play I need money
Say fifty g a day for the next bangin hits that come
From my lips that get into the hips I just sip alize
Sike gimme the cris birds first rhymes second
Clutch a mic like a weapon wet physique
Well developed if ya blind ya can smell it if ya deaf
I can yell it if ya cant tell by now

Chorus

If my rhymes make dollars then my mind makes sense
Just holla
If ya detect the evidence

I fed words to the verbs 2 absurd flippin birds
In my benz third of my wealth I got stealth
Inclinations if you come correct persuasion
Got a little asian investment word to the wise
And the wisdom if ya eyes too big might get too jigga
By the time I got signed had a seat seven figures doesn't matter
Whos best whos bigger whos next the shakes come too late
Put it in the context us verses the universe
One simple chemical equation me + the beats = platinum reaction

Chorus

GIMME A WOOO

GIMME A WOOO
EVERYBODY FROM THE FRONT TO THE BACK SIDE TO SIDE
GIMME A HEYY
ALL THE LADIES GONNA TAKE YOU FOR A RIDE TONIGHT

Now let me take you for a little ride tonight
Pimped back in a Cadillac feeling allright
Old school like a pimp on a Saturday night
Lean back in the seat head tilt to the right
I aint a mean man I could just lean man
Pull over for a second pull out the green man
You know we smoke lets do it (do it)
See that red light run right through it
Aint nothing but a party goin down right now
All the ladies in the ride got that rump like pow
Wanna know how I do it just ask me how
Jeans is pressed and smell so fresh
Mint tic tacs something for the breath
Straight half twisted by the time I left
On the two way speeding down the freeway
Me and my dj going to rock the spot tonight

Chorus

Now all the ladies in the place are you feeling allright
Got style and finesse old school like def
New school like fool better catch your breath
Ill be rockin this party till theres no one left
Straight crunk in the back get it packed that's my method
Aint no one in the spot waiting to get hectic
A little attitude my crew will correct it
Move that little thing over I inspect it
Went to the corner of the club she directed
Licked her lips and then she moved her hips
In my mind I was wylin doin two back flips
Does she drive automatic or she ride that stick

Chorus

Little twinkle in the eye now she act all slick
I like short ones tall ones skinny or thick
Down south out west or shes from the bricks
Now they all acting fly so just take your pick
Be a gentleman got that adrenaline
Pump like medicine into the system
Look how she glistens like the diamonds on my wrist
Pourin cris in the glass you know we pimp like this
I aint nothing but a fiend for this all night thing
Hands up in the air iced out like bling
Now just gimme that beat so I can do my thing

Cocked & Loaded

Chorus
Come on come on - I'm cocked and loaded
Come on come on - I'm cocked and loaded
Don't keep me waitin' - - I'm 'bout to explode
I'm cocked and loaded - -cocked and loaded

Repeat 1X

Verse 1
I see you want me lady
Girl I'll rock you crazy
Girl you know I love you so bootyliscious
Mesmerize wit a walk so viscous, delicious
Top of my wish list

You see dese bills so crispy
Ain't seen you in a while- You Miss Me?
U know what I wanna do
And I know you wanna do it too baby!

You saw me roll up in the black best
'member when I put those hickies on your chest
I remember how we used to do
'member when came home from schoo'- when you came through!
Then I blew your back out
And then you blew my brains out
Girl you looking so good tonight
Let's take the same route
Me and you face down on the couch

Repeat Chorus

Verse 2
Ooooh! It's still like dat?
Still like it when I grip dat fat?
I gotta big bone to bury
That Brazilian on them lips is down right scary

Still taste like honey
It's all hot, drop, pop, stop running!

I know it feels real good!
Bite ya lip when you grip
Take this wood
You so grown and creamy
Had to grab ya hair
Moaning, Screaming
10 minutes in, both beaming
It's steaming
An hour later, I'm leaning
An hour later, know what I'm thinking?
I'm COCKED AGAIN AND TWEAKING!
Let me move it side-to-side, in-and-out, find ya G-spot
Tap it till it's LEAKING!

Repeat Chorus

Vamp
I'm comin' in the back do'
Gonna give it to you like you really want it baby

I'm comin' in the back do'
Gonna give it to you like you really want it baby

There's sweat drippin on the flo'
It's so Hot in here
It's so Hot

I'm comin' in the back do'
It's so Hot in Here
Don't Stop

Don't Stop

Don't Stop

Don't Stop

I'm so cocked!

Being A Playa

Intro
I'm the playa of all playas
Wherever I am
Da ladies know what's up
U haters do to
So I'm a keep doin what I do
And Doing who I do
It's P Unit G

Chorus
BEIN' A PLAYA IS A WAY OF LIFE
UP ON TOP (&) OUT ALL NIGHT
SHAWTY WANT A TASTE OF A REAL G
COME ON DOWN & BE A PLAYA WIT ME

1st Verse
I got pros in every area code
WIDE LOAD
P.I.M.P.
I keep 'em out of they clothes

Love or Hate it
I'm Don Dada
Pick her up... "look ma.. you talk a lotta"

Slow Down, I know I speak greasy
U know how us G's be
Whether I'm in da Benz or da coupe
Girl I stay freezy

On top of my game
You know the name
It's P unit all day mayne
I'm rippin through frames

All flavors
Chocolate, Almonds, Vanilla Swirls
When I'm in da club I'm chased by all the girls

Whether they wear straight hair or they rockin' curls
Wit' dis Magic Stick
The ladies love to lick like Shirl

Well I met her just last week outside ya boutique
Pulled up there was a group of dames she took a peek
I saw it in her eyes
And wit' them caramel thighs
I had to give it to her
Now don't act surprised

(I'm a playa baby you know me!!)

Repeat Chorus

2nd Verse
Let me tell all of you wanna be playas a little somethin'
If you really like them big fat rumps for pumpin'
It's a breeze and you can keep ya cheese
Playa peep the steez!!

I stay clean, I'm lean, carry stacks of green
And I keep a deeper bench than any NBA team

Some like tha bouncin'
Others like it on they back
They fiend for the monster
I like to call him Shaq

Takes up a lot of space
Unstoppable in the lane
If the game gets tight
He can cause you pain

Big Popi, the main ingredient
Lubricates the fold
Even though my rims is gold
And my wrists stay cold

They gets no dough
But they like to step in the Rolls
Take of they G strings
Then I curl up they toes

Some had visions of a pay day
Others just like to lay me
They caught up in the fortune and fame
So I'm a play 'em mayne!!

Outro
Being a playa is a way of life
I can't help it
They just keep coming at me
Constantly
They know who we be
I give 'em a little taste of the wild side
I'll pop the champagne wit 'em
Show 'em a little bit of the good life
But really they just like to keep this thang up in 'em
And I oblige
You know... I'm Here to Serve (w/ laughter)
It's a hard life
But somebody's gotta do it
P.P.P.P. P UNIT!!!!

This is a Raid

Chorus
This is a raid - git your hands up
Just stay in your place an' keep your mouth shut
This is a raid - git your hands up
Better stay in your place an' keep your mouth shut
Everybody freeze - everybody freeze

1st Verse
While you was rollin' flashy out wit' ya crew
While yaw was sellin' bricks I was watchin' you

You made a name
But you know the game
You sellin' in my hood
I gotta get ya mayne!!

Look, I'm a G for real
I own cops, crack shops, plenty of steel
I can't let you ride up in my hood
And sell major rocks like its all good (pause)

I've been settin' this trap for months
Make it difficult we'll have to clap
For once,
Do what's in ya best interests dude
If ya make a wrong move homeboy ya throughRepeat Chorus

2nd Verse
Young G you know how these streets be
Homicides, back knives, arm robberies

Take it like a man
Son you chose this life
I did it cause I can
You was livin' trife

You think cause you was out here mini-ballin'
Than you could avoid the wrath of me
Boy quit ya stallin'

Give me all dem bricks
Give me all ya chips
We takin' all ya wips
And we'll be back if you get loose lips

Hurry up, oh ya boy's bein' lazy
He had to try me now his eyes is all glazed see

I love my pump
I'm quick to dump
Better keeps ya hands up
We some riders chump!!

Repeat Chorus

Vamp
Put ya hands up
We grindin'
No whinin'
We ridin'

Ya getting' stuck up
Stop cryin'
Or ya dyin'
No lyin'

Repeat Vamp 2x

Repeat Chorus

Public Gangsta 1

Chorus
It's all over the news - wanted dead or alive
But they forgot only the strong survive
My reign of terror has just begun
I'm Public Gangsta number one
They can't catch me - they'll always fail
I'll never spend the rest of my life in jail
My reign of terror has just begun
I'm Public Gangsta number one!

1st Verse
I'm a drug sellin larcenists
End up on my list I promise you I'll twist
Bullet holes burnin'
The police squad squirmin'
They look at me as vermin
Keep they stomachs churnin

Homey, I'm goin for mine
All my ladies work the corner
Man I'm on the grind

Cause untimely demises
I'm deeply despised
They wanna see my end
I see the look in dey eyes

It's a war out here and I control an army
Of predicate felons
It's so alarming

Sellin ki's and trees
I do what I please
It takes a certified G to bring a city to its knees
I don't care
You don't like boy then say somethin'
SAY SOMETHIN!
DO SOMETHIN!
I ain't chest thumpin'

I fill body bags fo real
My.9's my only friend
Man I love my steel

Be careful what you say
Just stay out my way
Have you duckin and divin' as my AK sprays

Run-up
If I'm lookin for you son
You betta carry ya gun
I'm Public Gangsta #1

Vamp
They'll never
They'll never
They'll never take me
I'm a keep on slangin these rocks mayne!

They'll never
They'll never
They'll never catch me
I'm a keep terrorizin' these streets mayne!

If they ever
They ever
They ever catch me
I'm a shoot anything that moves mayne!

I don't care what they say
They'll never take me back
They'll never see me fry
I ain't afraid to die!!

I run these streets
At night I creep
The boss of the bosses
Dog I never sleep

No words to say
No compromise – I'll spray
Get caught up in my biz
You've seen ya last day
You betta pray!

Run-Up
I do it for fun
I always carry my gun
I'm Public Gangsta #1

Repeat Chorus

2nd Verse
They'll never take me back alive
I got 2 strikes
Spent half my life deprived

Man I'm cheefin' in my 'Lac
Slangin lb's of crack
Addin' bills to my stack
Houses full of sacks

Neighborhood stores have to pay me fo sho
The baby G's don't test me
They already know

I catch a 3rd strike I'm done
So I'm no the one
Creep up on ya slow and collapse ya lung

When the pump gets ta pumpin' everybody gets ta jumpin'

2 a.m. rollin' and my beats is bumpin'
Run-up

I'll never run
I'm a real G
I love the street life
Boy ya feel me!

'til my last breath
I'll be squeezin' my gun
I'm Public Gangsta #1

GET IT DONE

Pledge allegiance to the grimy, I love it, I get it done
Decide to take the hit out on you- no where to run
Once I get that blunt smoke deep up in my lungs Boy
I'm meditatin' on mutilatin' den grab my gunz

I'm feared on these streets, cold killa, quick trigga
I'm never hesitatin', forsaken, the deal sealer

Controllin' my terrain
Stay in da lanes
Put 2 to ya brain
Against da grain
Da realest G in that game

On sight
Son I'll light you up like a pimple
When u cornered creep up on ya
In da mornin'
Then I say goodnight

Catch you slippin' in my danger zone
It's major drama for ya mama
When I send you home
Her child is gone

Chorus

If I come for you, you won't hear a sound
I'll creep upon on you slow
Then I'll lay you down
If ya smart, tell ya homies I don't play around
I'm bad for ya health, Boy don't mess wit me

(I'm Gunnin'!!)
6-2 Chiseled Physique
Lost my daddy when I was 2
Ma couldn't handle me
At 11 O.G. homies had me hold da heat
And I found that I liked bustin'
It's my specialty
On the regular I was buckin' and them chumps was duckin'
I enjoyed puttin' fear in dey eyes and over nothin'
Cause I'm cold like that, I love my gat
I'm a legendary cap peela
Check my stats

Ladies screamin' "What's Happenin?"
When da villain gets to clappin'
Then it's chaos in the streets
Homicides for weeks

Daddy brings that drama
Playa you can wear your body armor
BAD KARMA is my name
You can't escape the pain

If I come for you, you won't hear a sound
I'll creep upon on you slow
Then I'll lay you down
If ya smart, tell ya homies I don't play around
I'm bad for ya health, Boy don't mess wit me

(Keep Runnin')
Hey duke ain't that somethin'
2 weeks ago you was bumpin' ya gums like you was dumpin'
Now half tha blood in ya body's on the street and clumpin'
Ya homies in da back of they 'Lac
They heads is slumpin'
Screamed like some ladies
When da pump was pumpin'

A mercenary 'till hell freeze
It's bad luck when I am on your tail
Your ship will sailed
I've never bailed
No witnesses were left to tell

Surgical with a.45 or.38
Or an AK shell a send u swiftly to your wake
If it's your fate

Caught in tha wrath of a psychopath
333 X 2 – Homey you do the math!

DA JOINT

Roll it up - twist it up - light it up -in the spot - spark it spark it

CHORUS:
Just roll stuff up, don't miss the point
Roll up in the spot and smoke da joint
Just roll that stuff up, don't miss the point
Roll up in the spot and smoke da joint

Ain't nothin' wrong with stayin' blazed, purple haze
At beginning or the middle or the end of the day
I could straight smoke 'til I don't know my name
Met this girl in Amsterdam, said her name was Elaine, at the cafe'
Sun rays on my brain - I knew I could say somethin' to straight bump and maintain -- i said "Let's roll up and then ride the train"
We laughed and did the math and said, naw man it's rainin'
Took me up the stairs, jumped out the underwear
Smoked the se nsemilla, said I had to compare, two taste-tests
No rest, she's impressed, I been the champion number 1
And ever since I discovered that the weed'll get it done
Natural aphrodisiac and spectacular
Love on the woman as you flip the vernacular

CHORUS

Late at night like and the stars stare back atcha
Jesus was a dread and he smoked down in Afrikka
Tell it to a Senate that hemps our progenitor
What you think the Constitution's written on?
What ya think Washington was growin', what I'm hittin' on
What you think every old ship used to sail with
Don't be ignorant, just be careful who you're sharin' with
I'd rather smoke and drive slow than hit a fifth and be loco
No joke, some of that stuff'll have you in a choke hold
Hold up -- while I was thinkin' about this my man rolled up
Smellin' like Christmas -- I had to take a break an' shake a leg
And get nice, relax on the mic, feel so precise
Put ice in the bong an' get cool cool hits
Something wrong with your health then smoke will benefit come on

CHORUS

DA JOINT -- pg. 2

Many people in a tenement smoke a dime piece, they need to find peace
You live in the streets, I had to get relief 'cos I know nothin' better
People get together every color any weather
Peace proposition slide with no friction
Start the ignition with the peace pipe offering over any topic
We could get on top of it, high light trees hippies in the sixties
(Get high) Yeah, just roll it up
(Get high) twist it up
(Get high) stay blazed
(Stay high Come on jump

CHORUS
Roll that stuff up don't miss the point
Roll up in the spot then smoke da joint (come on)
Roll that stuff up don't miss the point (woo)
Roll up in the spot then smoke da joint

Roll it up Twist it up
Light it up - stay blazed
Roll it up Twist it up
Light it up - stay blazed
Roll it up Twist it up
Light it up - stay blazed.

(C) 2003 Lyrics and Music by Bob Mair, Nick Vincent and Richard Trapp

ARMY OF ONE

Chorus:
I'm an Army of One
I don't trust nothin' but the end of my gun
When I'm in da hood, boy ya better run
Or ya gonna hafta answer to an Army of One
Ya better stand down or you'll be six feet under
Ya think ya own the streets well you ain't seen this mutha
I don't need no G to help me get it done
Cuz I'm an Army of One, yeah I'm an Army of One

Look at my grill
Betta grab ya shield
Or kryptonite tonight
Cuz I'm gonna drill
As soon as I see you
I'm a aim for ya dome
Precisely, boy I'm nice – Please!
I'm sqeezin' my chrome
Bl....att just like that
You in the parking lot of the club writhin' on ya back
And I ain't worried about a case
If they can't see ya face
And ya hands is missin'
After they deep sea fish ya!
Dey like to Rah Rah wit dat Blah Blah
Boy you'll mess around I'll have you screamin for ya Mama
We can pop tha trunk
If you wanna get crunk
Ya cover's blown crony
Dog, I know you a punk
I do my dirt on my own
I'm a rider solo playa- decide I'm sendin' you home
I bang on site
And when the time is right
You'll see me comin' up ya block
You in the danger zone tonight

Repeat Chorus

I got mo gunz
Chronic smoke in my lungs
I want you I won't stop until the task is done
We can tear the club up so what you got a crew
I'll take you sissies out when I pull these duel
Glock.45's as ya runnin' ya lips
It becomes real clear
When I unzip these clips
Give me all ya loot
Give me ya shoes
What u lookin' at sucka
Fool, run ya jewels
What happed to all that barkin' man
Y'all was laughin'
Runnin' round the club it was kinda bafflin'
Cause you know how I do my thing
Them tramps in ya ear had you gassed
So much drama I'll bring
Keep my head on a swivel
Smoke some weed- a little 'gnac
In da middle of the night
The last sound you heard was CRACK!!
No prints
No murder weapon
Roll one, Relax
A day in the life of a real G wearin' all black!

Repeat Chorus

Get caught up in ya hype
Playa please believe
When tha cutlass bends the corner
Dog, I'm aimed to squeeze
Automatic filled ya attic
Now you anesthes'd
Did you think when you started the static
You'd end up RIP'd
Now they pourin' out the liquor
Sad remembrances
Family devastated
Shoulda checked yo sentences
You don't wanna rumble homey
All bravados crumble homey
When you act like you don't know me
I'm a leave ya family lonely!

Repeat Chorus

A DATE WITH ANGELS

Time is running out, I feel it slippin' away
time is running out, I see it in my dreams every night
I can't get away from it

Chorus
It's getting' hard to stay alive
The streets are full of blood tonight
An' everything is down to fate
You can't go back 'cos it's too late
Now brother's gone and mama's cryin'
Seems like everybody's dyin'
I know they're comin' for me
But I'm not ready – for a date with angels
A date with angels – a date with angels

Verse 1
I see death around the corner
I can't delete it
The Vision repeats over and over
There's no reprieve.. Click!!
Another round in the chamber...OOOOh!
Everytime I make a move
I feel my burning fuse

See the homey's over there creepin'?
The last two nights they been trying to catch a brother sleepin'
Didn't see 'em?
Na, I ain't tripping
That's why no matter where I go I keep the clip in
With the safety off
They tryin' to pick me off
They say I'm off
But I ain't never been soft

The game 'a make you go crazy
The hood's full 'a wannabe gangstas
Or they tryna be Jay Z
I only did it cause it pays me
Had an exit plan
But now I can't see SQUEEZE!
Cause I'm tired of runnin'
Dog I know it's comin'
I see death around the corner!

Repeat Chorus

She was 13 and I was 22
Used to holla at her when she went to school
She was enthralled with the streetlife
As a G I kept my knot right
Kept the product for them pipes
Told youngin' "Get ya mind right shortie. Betta stay out these streets!"
"Cause messin' wit' 'da street life
It'll get you caught up
Hunger combined with jealousy It'll get you buck Bucked!
Like you never was
You a Pup!
There's Killas out here and they don't give a What!!

She didn't listen man she did her thang
Two weeks ago they found her and her Thuggy slain!

Repeat Chorus