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Gimme Some More Busta Rhymes . Yeah As a shorty playing in the front yard of the crib Fell down, and I bumped my head Somebody helped me up and asked me if I bumped my head I said Yeah So then they said oh so that mean we gon, you gon switch it on em I said yeah, Flipmode, Flipmode is the greatest Knowing as a shorty, I was always told that if I ain't gon be part of the greatest I gotta be the greatest myself C'mon C'mon, Yeah, C'mon Yeah nigga what, what a surprise Get ya sumthin, make a nigga comb over your eyes All my niggaz getting money capitalize Die little small guy, we on the rise Everything a nigga touch platinumize Fully equipped, you know we come wit all the supplies Got a big gun, and I'ma show you the size You fuck wit any of my Flipmode family ties Me and my niggaz be comin through stalkin you out Killin off any and everything you talkin about See you in the club, now we walkin you out Should've thought twice before you went and open your mouth Yo, anyway we stay keepin it movin Fuckin with the wrong nigga, hope you know what you doin Now blame me, all the same niggaz is lame It's not a game, makin names still splittin your frames Chorus: Y'all niggaz had enough Gimme some more Y'all niggaz want the wild shit Gimme some more Yo Spliff where the weed at Gimme some more I know yaw'll niggaz need that Gimme some more Even though we getting money you can Gimme some more With the cars and the big crib Gimme some more Everybody spread love Gimme some more If you want it let me hear you say Gimme some more Blast with a rash gimme my cash flickin my ass Runnin with my money son go out with a blast Do what you want, a niggaz cuttin the corner You fuckin up, oh to go ahead and meet the reporter Yo, she tellin news on how you switch to a bitch Little fake funny style, nigga chill with a snitch So now I pass and trait over your blood and to ask you Make a little roof for me and all my niggaz to pass through Cardiay see party, hey horray shit What with all my niggaz from around the way shit When I come through you niggaz know I do my thing Bring more shit that generate money *Ching Ching* Arrest you lyrically flow and caress you Bless you, then a nigga come to your rescue While you assume a nigga blossom and bloom I'm comin soon hit you with a boom gimme some room Chorus Yo, live nigga shit know what I mean I represent while we gettin money your rain supreme Hope you niggaz know we comin through full steam Can't see you better turn on your high beam All my niggaz while I'm ringing the sireen FLIPMODE be the glory niggaz on my team Never should you ever try to fuck wit my cream I O.D. when my shit get all in your bloodstream Everytime we be ripping it be blowing it down Blowing you off fuckin wit the hottest niggaz around Luck is when me and my people bother your town Holdin it down takin awhile and then gimme my crown Ay, all my people need to come and surround A nigga be hittin so much it make you fall on the ground Sure to make you shot that's what I be all about Turning you out makin all you niggaz fall out Chorus | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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Superthug - Noreaga I�m, I�m actually waitin on the bus now He said we have some kind of special assignment or something He�s supposed to be callin� me, like any minute now, any minute Hold on, hold on, lemme get the phone Hello? Jackson here Ya, what? you found Manuel Noreaga? In the Phillipines? He has a mansion? Ok, we on it, on it, right now... right (Noreaga and Neptunes) What, what, what, what, what, what, what,(what, what, what) What, what, what, what, what, what, what,(what, what, what) What, what, what, what, what, what, what,(what, what, what) What, what, what, what, what, what, what,(what, what, what)(superstar) What, what, what, what, what, what, what,(what, what, what) What, what, what, what, what, what, what,(what, what, what) What, what, what, what, what, what, what,(what, what, what) What, what, what, what, what, what, what,(what, what, what)(superstar) (Noreaga) Verse 1 Aiyyo, we light a candle Run laps around the english channel Neptunes, I got a cockerspaniel We on the run now, yo, it ain�t no fun now And where I go, you niggas can�t even come now You ain�t the lord, nigga, break it, I don�t care And when ya get caught, remember that I don�t care N.O.R.E., nuthin but the atmosphere Yo for now we on the run, yo if that ain�t clear Weak niggas wanna stick, you but that ain�t fair You we down in vegas, money, skies too courageous And yo, I�m on the run, but still rip stages And call me animal thug, when I�m in cages I used to proof phrases, rolled dice with no aces Now I�m just included in the oasis Gotta take faces, no time for car races Check my sky, tell I got five pages CHORUS Verse 2: Yo hit Lousiana, then Atlanta, Indiana Forget a city slicker got country grammar Aiyyo we goin places, where my sound scan ain�t tough So when I say I ain�t Nore, yo it ain�t that rough I leave the jake in my fake, askin all this stuff I gotta keep my mouth shut and don�t say what, what But yo its hard to, Netherlands got the heart to Yo from New Orleans, L.A., V.A. to Queens The I-95, now we hit the Phillipines But now its different, we gotta stay sober Yo, communicate, startech, motorola Keep it on the hush hush, don�t talk to much Thugged out entertainment, you know we touch All our whips got navigation While you whips is just garbation Is you knowin what you facin? CHORUS Verse 3: This is the life yo, of a superstar Fly ass mansions ,and a million cars Gotta get the cash yo And its live or die The Neptunes and Noreaga The limit is the sky ...hit em� Verse 4: Yo, lemme, do it again, do with the wind Last album was a eight, this one is a ten And when Capone come home, we gon� triple the cent Yo I love my family, treat my folks of kin Rockin air and better, like a Mexican Shottin� at my pops, cause yo next to him He told me every thug nigga is a gentlemen So I took heed, take my time sitll won�t speed Yo a nigga got kids, so my family need A little more than they used to get Real, not the duplicate Takin no fours, makin y�all just recoupin� it Doin� it up, tell me whatcha wanna do wit� it Capone�s plan, passport to foreign lands Overseas in Japan, politickin with Chan Yo, N-E-P-T-U-N-E-S The way they lace a beat like on of the best, what? CHORUS Repeat Verse 3 yo, N.O.R.E., Nore, sep� fo� now we on the run eatin yo, N.O.R.E., Nore, sep� fo� now we on the run eatin yo, N.O.R.E., Nore, sep� fo� now we on the run eatin | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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Changes | 2 Pac -1- Come on come on I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself is life worth living should I blast myself? I'm tired of bein' poor & even worse I'm black my stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch Cops give a damn about a negro pull the trigger kill a nigga he's a hero Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares one less ugly mouth on the welfare First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each other It's time to fight back that's what Huey said 2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere unless we share with each other We gotta start makin' changes learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers and that's how it's supposed to be How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me? I'd love to go back to when we played as kids but things changed, and that's the way it is Bridge w/ changing ad libs Come on come on That's just the way it is Things'll never be the same That's just the way it is aww yeah Repeat -2- I see no changes all I see is racist faces misplaced hate makes disgrace to races We under I wonder what it takes to make this one better place, let's erase the wasted Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right 'cause both black and white is smokin' crack tonight and only time we chill is when we kill each other it takes skill to be real, time to heal each other And although it seems heaven sent We ain't ready, to see a black President, uhh It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact the penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks But some things will never change try to show another way but you stayin' in the dope game Now tell me what's a mother to do bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you You gotta operate the easy way "I made a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way sellin' crack to the kid. " I gotta get paid," Well hey, well that's the way it is Bridge Talking: We gotta make a change... It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes. Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live and let's change the way we treat each other. You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do what we gotta do, to survive. -3- And still I see no changes can't a brother get a little peace It's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do But now I'm back with the blacks givin' it back to you Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up, crack you up and pimp slap you up You gotta learn to hold ya own they get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone But tell the cops they can't touch this I don't trust this when they try to rush I bust this That's the sound of my tool you say it ain't cool my mama didn't raise no fool And as long as I stay black I gotta stay strapped & I never get to lay back 'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs some buck that I roughed up way back comin' back after all these years rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat that's the way it is uhh Bridge 'til fade
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