MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
swizz beatz - bang bang boom
Drag On Featuring Swizz Beatz
(Repeated throughout)
Go, go, go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go, go, go
Swizz Beatz yes
Yo Drag, I seen this girl man, she was crazy
[Chorus: Swizz Beatz x2]
From her hair to her lips
To her nails to her shoes (Come on)
She bang bang boom!
Got hips, got ass
That'll make a nigga crash (Come on)
She bang bang boom!
[Verse 1: Drag-On]
Know me from Split These Bars
Know me from Down Bottom
Now I switch my cars
Got a house down bottom
If you wanna come and cop them bricks you know Uptown got 'em
Tell your man be easy ma, he don't want no problem
I'm bout my money man, I got that country slang
Look at the way she shake that thing
But you plottin' on my bling
But we don't play them type of games around here
Keep the gray pound somewhere around here
Please don't let your shorty loose around here
Cause I'll take her lil' ass around there
Shorty booty bangin'
Tell me what you thinkin'
Drag keep em bouncin'
Swizz keep em singin'
[Chorus: x2]
[Verse 2: Drag-On]
My money got long figgas
Her rings on the wrong finger (Hey shorty)
You done married that wrong nigga
What's your sign ma?
Let me guess ma, Capricorn ma?
Am I Wrong ma? (uh-uh)
What you sayin' who you bangin' who you slidin' wit
Pack your friend who you bringin' who she ridin' wit
Cause we ain't ready tryin' to stay around here
My thugs around cause there's too many clowns around here (Hey shorty)
We don't smoke that brown here
Strictly that green here, that the black green here (yeah)
Do the damn thing, sex-a-bang-bang
It's all the same thing
Swizz make em sing
[Chorus: x2]
[Verse 3: Drag-On]
Mommy put ya hands up, hush ya man up
Tryin' to play gorilla
My clips are bananas, so don't slip
I do what gangstas do, but don't get it confused
My floors mostly sand so you ain't gotta bring ya shoes
My crib is half house, half beach
Sit yo booty on this king size and see the sea
I'm a lil' freaky-o, I might lick ya toes
I got more zero's on my one's than Cheerio's
See your stilleto, shoes, your mac lip gloss
And ain't a dime chick that Drag didn't floss
Shorty booty bangin'
Tell me what you thinkin'
Drag keep em bouncin'
Swizz keep em singin'
[Repeat Chorus]
swizz beatz - candy green
Showtime, big green.
*Chorus*
I'm in a swizzy drop top
And I'm ridin' through your city
Ridin' through your city
Ridin' through your city
I got a pretty drop top
And I'm ridin' through your city
Ridin' through your city
Ridin' through your city
She said whats that on your car
I said that candy paint
Yes, yes candy paint
He said whats that on your car
Man thats that candy paint
Its so sweet
Verse:
I'm ridin in Miami
Got my tank top on, on
And plus I got my favorite song on, on
You know I got my candy paint on, on
Its hot outside so its on
The light turned green
So I dont gotta stop
Lets hit the club all night
And let the body rock
Lets hit the bar all night
And let the bottles pop
Oh man I hit my rim
I need a tight shop
*Chorus*
Verse:
They wanna take pictures
Cause my car so clean, clean
I tell em thats candy green
And every time I come around
It makes a scene, scene
I mean all the little kids scream, scream
Now, my spinners with us right
My Tv screens is flat
You haters said somethin bout my 26s up in the back
You said you doin it man
I said its like that
You got a green car?
It aint like that
*Chorus*
Verse:
They always wanna know
How much I sell my car for
I tell em one, two, maybe three, maybe four
Man it aint a price
That I sell my car for
And when I hit the switches
It lift up off the floor
The ladies say they love it
The fellas say they like it
They talk bout it so much
They say aint nothin like it
They always say you know
Snoop, he got somethin like it
But you got that candy paint
So it aint really like it
*Chorus*
I love my drop top man
I got candy paint
My dream candy paint
Sweet Like An Apple Too Baby
swizz beatz - endalay
Swizz Beatz Featuring Busta Rhymes
[Busta Rhymes]
Dong, dong, dong
Gahng, gahng, gahng
gohng, gohng, gohng
Oh that's crazy
Swizz and Busta
Come on!
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Right before we run it all in the ground
Motherf**kers know we shutting it down
I dare y'all to say something
Motherf**kers want to give me a pound
Everytime we bring y'all niggas to say
We dare y'all to say something!
You can sit and watch the gat all the way round
Motherf**kers no we holding the crown
I dare y'all to say something!
Before we bring this sh*t that'll flood your whole town
Motherf**kers know we making y'all drown
I dare y'all
[Busta Rhymes]
(hey yo)...Bus Rhymes holding the fort
Read the report
MVP of the sport
You need to be taught
(Come on)
Snort whatever you snort
We coming up court
You know we never coming up short
So f**k what you thought
We high profile for this shit
I smile for this shit
I stack dough and make all my people just wil' for this shit
Hold it now!
We rolling it down
We holding it down
Thick money, folding it down in a hole in the ground
Stash more loot than before
A brute from before
Tell the truth and get used to leaving you boots at the door
We four, five, sixin' it up
We fixing it up
We keep the bit*hes stripping the way we be mixing it up
Come out from wherever you are, whoever you are
Incredible performance, their so unforgettable Star
They'll never find the get because I threw the barreta too far
Police go drive my whip, so I'm going to get a new car
(What the f**k!)
Chorus: Busta Rhymes 1x
[Swizz Beatz]
(Yo Busta)...I was born in the ghetto, raised in the ghetto
I was born in the ghetto, raised in the ghetto
I was born in the ghetto, raised in the ghetto
I bang out beats in cars with ho stacks
Rap nigga putting out rock-n-roll tracks
Anything with wheels, playa I drove that
Y'all, six, Swizz, and Busta back
I be hearing that I'm drugged out
Because I be bangin them beats like I'm drugged out
I threw gerdems on the bus, threw the dubs out
One, niggas gettin robbed when the clubs out
Dog, and it gets ugly, and the hood loves me, and your chick know me, plus
your man owes me
That clown don't pay
They straight killing homie
Y'all don't gotta like me, screw y'all , blow me
I walk up in the club bit*hes want to go to breakfast
Clowns lookin at me, niggas acting reckless
Chorus: Busta Rhymes 1x
[Busta Rhymes]
I put my foot in your as* just like a kung-fu flick
Bust my tool quick hitting with the force of a mule kick
Spit fly sh*t as if I was bagging a new chick
Instead of biting mines, it be best you bite on the true shit
Funny how niggas be trying to do shit
When I rock a light bling all my pinky gleam in the blue shit
Bit*hes loving the way we always pass through shit
The way we rep the gutter and bring you the brand new shit
(Double Back!)
Y'all niggas don't really want to trouble that
Brass knuckle beat you stupid, with a belt buckle rap
Couple cracks, some weed, back when we used to muscle that
And take a niggas sh*t like we like we fighting to get our hustle back
Used to be the shit, now you writing your suicidal rap
Fronting like your the champ, trying to get your title back
Remind me that, this could even cause a homicidal act
And if you blaming the music, watch me write the title track
The way that we kill and make you wanna cop that
f**king with corny niggas you need to STOP THAT SHIT!
Come on, please just let a nigga pop that shit
All in they trunk, you know you want to rock that
Stay repping the struggle
Busy pulling my man's up
Shit we giving y'all niggas might even swell y'all glands up
(STOP!)
All of my niggas, all of my bit*hes stand up
And rep whatever you repping
And put your f**king hands up
Chorus: Busta Rhymes 1x
Endalay, Endalay,
Arriba, Arriba motherf**ker
Endalay
Move from around these parts!
swizz beatz - everyday
Itâ??s showtime!
[Hook]
Everyday, they ask how Iâ??m doin
Deuces up playboy Iâ??m coolin
Iâ??m coolin
Iâ??m coolin coolin, Iâ??m coolin coolin
Iâ??m just coolin
Iâ??m coolin coolin, Iâ??m coolin coolin
Everyday, they ask how Iâ??m feelin
You see the ounces playboy Iâ??m chillin
Iâ??m chillin
Iâ??m chillin chillin, Iâ??m chillin chillin
Iâ??m just chillin
Iâ??m chillin chillin, Iâ??m chillin chillin
[Verse 1 - Swizz Beatz]
I got my Balmain on
Plus my Louis on
I got my Christian on
Boy I get this on
You see me ridin Lotus and my top b-tch gone
The interior butter like popcorn
She got on Givenchy, she fresh like me
Everytime she go shoppin Alexander McQueen
I mean, we just coolin on a Sunday
Canâ??t wait to ball out on Monday
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
My Jaeger-LeCoultre is out ya culture
The hoods on fire man them boys is vultures
We are family la kostra nostra
Go through up and downs like a roller coaster
Ay! Got my cavi- with them gators on â??em
Iâ??m in the studio fogging with some faders on em
And this beat is my entree
Iâ??m Audi three thousand, Andre
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Eve]
Evey E, Iâ??m back on my bullsh-t
Came back, came back, back with a full clip
Who want problem, wah- wah- wah-, who want flip
Gun taste, one lick, wanna get some of this
You see that hot pink Birken, thatâ??s a problem
Iâ??m hot like everything kickin Iâ??m a problem
Yeah, Iâ??m a walking bow
You might talk a lil one but ya looks are oh
[Hook]
[Outro - Swizz Beatz]
Do ya dance now (x4)
Hit the floor now
Do ya dance now (x2)
Get down now (x4)
Lets work now (x4)
swizz beatz - everyday birthday
Now
Everyday is your birthday now hit the floor
Everyday is your birthday now hit the floor
Everyday is your birthday now hit the floor
Hit the floor, I say: hit the floor
Everyday is your birthday now hit the floor
Everyday is your birthday now hit the floor
Everyday is your birthday now hit the floor
Hit hit the floor, and dance like a white girl
Lets work
Lets work
Lets work
Lets work
Watcha think you doing in here
Girl I got 100 bottles of that Rozay
Hoes they always be in my ear
Girl I got a problem solver
Lean back and swallow
Make this liquor all dissapear
Drop it, Drop it
This your chance girl
Money all in my pants girl
It's your night so
Now
Everyday is your birthday now hit the floor
Everyday is your birthday now hit the floor
Everyday is your birthday now hit the floor (It's your night girl)
Hit hit the floor, I say hit the floor
Everyday is your birthday now hit the floor
Everyday is your birthday now hit the floor
Everyday is your birthday now hit the floor
Hit hit the floor, I say hit the floor (Leggo)
This goes out to the 305's
718's I mean all the states
Came back man with the drop top
You better call the cops
Baby girl, just stop
This white chain, ice
This trabian motherfucker, passed out
Man we on the floor all night
She wanna go crazy and plus dance like a white girl
Told you before it's me bitch
Y'all talk to much Y'all might be snitches
I don't do the dirty work, yeah I do the dishes
I just lay the fuck back and count my digits
Bring it back, I could bug out, go crazy, I'm out of my mind
Got Ciroq on deck, got Patron on deck
Y'all crazy man you had to do (??)
All on the floor with the spandex on
She got the red bottoms on, man she get it on
Man I get it on, I just get it on with the best of flow
Parties in your glass you fill it up until you hit the roof
Now hit the dancefloor that liquid courage always got you
Throw your hands up in the air
Like I'm the life of the party party
Like I'm the life of the party party
Like I'm the life of the party party
Luda! (Now dance like a white girl)
I don't know what be
She dancing too but she killing that sh*t
She acting like a white girl drunk
And she outta control but I'm feeling that b*tch
Drop it like you owe it to me
Give it to me like it's mine in the first place
Lady in the street, freaky in the bed
Wild in the party, professional in the workplace
She independent and sexy I think I love her man
She keep it clean but get messy under the cover man
Dirty yeah you know it clap your ass
If you dirty and you know it clap your ass
She know how to do it like she the one who taught the class
That thing so fat I need somewhere to sit my glass
It's got a whore-a-million uses
And I get all the exclusives
And damn that body so ruthless
Now dance to what Swizz producing
Parties in your glass you fill it up until you hit the roof
Now hit the dancefloor that liquid courage always got you
Throw your hands up in the air
Like I'm the life of the party party
Like I'm the life of the party party
Like I'm the life of the party party
Just dance like a white girl
Let's work
Let's work
Let's work
Let's work
Everyday is your birthday now hit the floor
Everyday is your birthday now hit the floor
Everyday is your birthday now hit the floor
Hit hit the floor, I say hit the floor
(It's your night girl so dance like a white girl)
Everyday is your birthday now hit the floor
Everyday is your birthday now hit the floor
Everyday is your birthday now hit the floor
Hit hit the floor, I say hit the floor (Leggo)
Let's work
Let's work (Yo)
Let's work
Let's work (It's your night girl)
swizz beatz - get it on the floor
DMX Featuring Swizz Beatz
[DMX] Let's get it on!!
[Swizz Beatz] We don't give a what what!!
We don't give a what what!! (shiet)
[Chorus - Swizz Beatz & (DMX)]
Get it on the floor
Get it get it on the floor (WHAT?!)
Get it on the floor
Get it get it on the floor (WHAT?!)
You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (WHAT?!)
You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go
Now you can ride to this motherfucker (uh)
Bounce to this motherfucker (uh)
Freak to this motherfucker (let's get it on)
Get it on the floor (WHAT?!)
Get it get it on the floor (WHAT?!)
Get it on the floor (WHAT?!)
Get it get it on the floor (that's right)
[Verse - DMX]
Once again it's the darker nigga
Here to spark a nigga, break apart a nigga
But the dog is bigger, under stress
So unless you're wanting to bless to the chest
These slugs from his Smith and Wess REST!
Or the pump'll put a hurt on a nigga
DUMP SIX, motherfucker feed em dirt on a nigga
My hands stay dirty, cause I play dirty the mob way
You don't know? fuck it find out the hard way
A nigga's job is never done
I handle my business how it come
And there's never been a one on one
Nor has there been a problem, I dissolve them
I'm like salt, I'll get up
Hate to fall but never wreck his car
And it's my fault, keep niggaz on point ducking down
Niggaz like you need to get bust you fucking clown
I extort to support my peeps
And hold down the fort, never get caught cause I
creeps NIGGA!
[Chorus]
[Verse - DMX]
I'm at the crossroads, look but I'm not really sure
which way to
go
Should I play that low for what I did the other day
They on their way to float, got me striking this
random
I can't stand em, fake ass niggaz want to be the
Phantom
Looking over my shoulder, cause it's colder than it
was
And start shorty, because I'm a little older than cuz
And the buzz from the saw, wit the chain to your
brain
Will turn that BIG NIGGA to a fucking stain
That pain from the dirt makes the hurt go away for a
minute
But I'm gon die by it cause I'm like knee deep in it
And you motherfuckers wonder why I start shit
Cause when you look in my face you see that hard shit
Cause I done been to hell and back I ain't wit selling
crack
I'd rather rob a nigga leave him wit a shell up in his
back
On the real just to show proof, hit the G.W.B.
And blow the whole roof off the toll booth bitch ass
nigga!
[Chorus]
[Verse - DMX]
When I crawl, leave a nigga sprawled out after I spoke
em
I'll slit his throat, dick in the mud and let his
blood choke em
Up north niggaz get the pick stuck up in em
And in the streets bitches get the dick stuck up in
em
My M.O. is man-slaughter kid
Cause on the reals I done wet up more motherfuckers
than water
did
Slid, cause I got to slide when the dirt is done
A homicide but they want me on the Murder 1
But as long as I got my gun, I'm aight
Stay outta sight while it's light, and then come out
at night
To make moves again, stomp and bruise again
I know I'm going to hell cause I choose to sin
All my motherfucking life I been the Devil's advocate
Mad niggaz never even knew the devil had a kid
But he does and when you hear the buzz of the
chainsaw
You'll know what I'll split your motherfucking brains
for
[Chorus - repeat 2x]
[Outro - Swizz Beatz]
Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing
Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing
You wanna start something, it's gon be somethin
You wanna start something, it's gon be somethin
Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing
Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing
You wanna start something, it's gon be somethin
You wanna start something, it's gon be somethin
Yo yo CMON!
swizz beatz - ghetto love
Swizz Beatz Featuring Mashonda e LL Cool J
[LL Cool J]
Damn I Miss You....
It's still gone ride, it's still gone ride
Uh uh, uh uh, C'mon, uh, uh, yeah, ride, uh
Damn I miss you
Ooh I feel better than before
We should've never seperated
Paused or hesitated
You rocked me to sleep
It's like my body levitated
Lookin in the mirror
But the heat makes it less clearer
It's all fogged up, face me baby
Put your fingers in my mouth, let me taste the gravy
Reunited, feel good, real good, squeeze me
I tell you that I Love You
But you wouldn't believe me
[Chorus - Mashonda]
Ghetto Lovin, when I'm with you
Anything you want I will do
Ghetto Lovin, when I'm with you
Anything you want I will do
[Mashonda]
Hello.... Baby....
There is something that I want to say to you
You've been on my mind now
For a while and I just dont know what to do
I've been thinking of holding you (holding you)
Showing you, what I'm all about
And I promise that I will do
Everyting you want without a doubt
[Chorus]
[Mashonda]
I know.... That we've....
Had our share of ups and downs but thats in the past
If you promise to hold me down
Then our love will have a second chance to last
I've been thinking of holding you
Showing you, what I'm all about
(And I promise) And I promise that I will do
Everything you want without a doubt
[Chorus]
[LL Cool J]
Forget the past
We like Bonnie and Clyde from now on
Back to back, through the ups and downs
Right or wrongs, lay down
Let me kiss you all down your back
Then I'll go further down, swirl my tongue around
I apologize too
For not recognizing the pain inside of you
I never lie to you, again
Last time had stress on my mind
Had a hard time believing
That my girl could be genuine
It's different now, we ghetto lovers fo' real
I grab the wheel, you hold the steel
Teach me how to touch you where you like it the most
From now on, til we give up the ghost
Reunited, Baby
[Chorus - till fade]
swizz beatz - gone delirious
Swizz Beatz Featuring Lil' Kim
[Swizz Beatz]
The Monster (ohh) Queen Bee (uh-uh)
Can't be serious! (uh-uh!) Fix your face!
[Swizz] + (Kim)
We're gonna do a son (yea yea)
That you neva heard befo' (aww yeah!)
We comin to take this y'all, take this y'all
We comin to rock this y'all (this is a world premier)
Y'all ain't ready for it, uh-uh
But get ready for it (aww yeah!) (world premier)
Queen Bee (Yo Swizz where it at baby?) Talk to 'em
(Where it at?) Talk to 'em, talk to 'em, talk to 'em
[Lil' Kim] + (Swizz)
Just to prove to y'all niggaz that I'm still on top
I told Swizz, give me the gutter shit you got (I got you)
And I'ma give it to you raw whether you like it or not
Like it's my last bullet and I only got one shot
Aim straight for the middle like I'm throwin a dart
And when I spit, believe it's goin straight to your heart
I lay my mack game down nigga, straight from the start
Don't take it personal baby -- fuck you, pay me!
Ain't nuttin but ladies in my dark blue Mercedes
With the Parabas kit, got niggaz mad as shit
No we never sip unless it's ice in our drinks
But sometimes we get cold from the ice on our minks
That fly-girl persona, it's the primadonna world
Act like you ain't heard about the, Gabbana girls
Holly-Hood style gettin LOVE around the globe
You might catch me next season on the cover of Vogue!
[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
Y'all niggaz done gone delirious
And y'all hoes, can't be serious
Queen Bee, Swizz Beatz, they scared of us
Y'all know it ain't no comparin us
[Lil' Kim] + (Swizz)
I got moves in this game, the other chick is a fraud (beyotch!)
I'm important -- like the queen on a chess board
Bitches talk slick, but they ain't got nuttin for me
When I'm in they terriotory, it's a whole 'nother story
We never get stuck, sometimes we take the long route
When our back's against the wall, we bang our way out
I'm in the gettin money mode, livin by the street code
Bout to have, every corner of this rap game sewed
Hey hey - you homies better start, showin some respect
Or get slapped silly -- heard my man G. Dep!
Hey hey hey - quit tryin to holla at the bee and you think you fly
Impress me dog, throw some money in the sky!
Queen Team rockin the yellow and black jerseys
Pull-out the black Denali when I'm ridin with my dirties
Six six six, that's the mark of the beast
I love God nigga - and I'm reppin the streets (c'mon!)
[Chorus]
[Lil' Kim] + (Swizz)
Return of the widow, it's goin down kiddo
Y'all hate me, huh; yeah aight - ditto!
That's why I keeps the fo'-five in the pillow
Trespassers, they gon' DIE in the cribbo
Uhh, black Barbie, knows how to party
Don't ride but I still cop a Harley
Don't lie - who else is hot besides me?
Worldwide, I crush everybody!
And I shouldn't have to tell y'all who run the city
Even my seven-year-old niece Rizzy, knows I gets busy
You know the name, Lil' Kim, high class (woop woop!)
Shake it shorty with yo' high-priced ass
Tryin to be a billionaire, I got things to do
I made my mark in this game, who the fuck are you? (Yeah)
They say I'm pretty like chrome on chrome
And that feelin at the top is like home sweet home (beyotch!)
[Swizz Beatz]
Y'all ain't ready for it
The Queen Bee, y'all ain't ready for her
Ohh, y'all ain't ready for it
Yo, put your hands in the air, c'mon!
[Chorus]
[Swizz Beatz]
Get your hands in the air (the monster)
Everybody get your hands in the air (Queen Bee)
Yo, get your hands in the air (it's ugly)
Everybody get your hands in the air (we here)
Yo, get your hands in the air (ohh, ohh)
Everybody get your hands in the air (yea, ohh, ohh)
Yo, get your hands in the air (uhh)
Everybody get your hands in the air (y'all gon' need new amps)
Heh.. it's ugly!
{*Swizz scats to the end*}
swizz beatz - guilty
[Intro: Swizz Beatz]
Yo, yo, yo yo yo yo yo!
Yo yo yo, yo yo yo yo yo!
All my ladies up! All my fellas up!
[Bounty Killer] Rudebwoy
[Swizz Beatz] Yo yo yo yo, get up!
Chorus: ? (Swizz Beatz & Bounty Killer)
Just cause I'm guilty
(SB: All my ghettoes up! All my ghettoes up!)
(BK: Weh dem deh?)
There doing you wrong
(SB: Let's get it poppin, let's get it poppin, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo)
(BK: Jamaica!)
Just cause I'm guilty
(BK: We burn from Jamaica straight back to America)
Don't live at all
(BK: Philly! Manhattan! Yo!! Washington!!!)
(SB: Let's get the party started!!!)
[Verse 1: Swizz Beatz]
Now all my niggas stay dirty dirty, bust rounds by the thirty thirty
Frontin niggas y'all don't say a wordy wordy
Tired of y'all niggas frontin, and gettin away
But y'all niggas ain't gone leave today
I got that hot nine seven shit, drop dime never bitch
Y'all niggas know I ain't even got the leverage
Pullin out guns huh, never even usin 'em
Bounty we pull our guns and damn near abusin 'em
This goes out for my ghettoes in America
Real niggas stand if your fake I ain't hearin ya
And I don't need you on my album to sell
My name rings bells, so take it to hell (Hell)
This, is the New York, uh! stop that shit pause dog bitch rewind this
Oh, and I'm Swizz the monster
Y'all can hate all y'all want Ruff Ryders the sponsor
Chorus: ? (Bounty Killer)
Just cause I'm guilty
(BK: Ok!!! That's right!!!)
There doing you wrong
(BK: Ok!!! That's right!!!)
Just cause I'm guilty
(BK: Ok!!! That's right!!!)
Don't live it all
(BK:Ok!!! That's right!!! A weh dem a deal wit?)
[Verse 2: Bounty Killer]
From the streets of Jamaica I come in special delivery
Bounty Killer, Swizz Beatz the new discovery
Why dem mess with us and know say shit wouldn't be lovely?
Last bwoy weh diss mi well him still inna recovery
Now they wanna cry when situation gettin ugly
I am from the ghetto I know nothin bout your luxury
Hear dem cats they braggin say it's all about the benji
The riches and the bitches and the ice and the bentley
I am from the streets where thugs is dyin plenty
Have to be careful if you die before your twenty
I make a vow mi haffi reach before mi seventy
Brought up inna this thing just for a century, yo!
Chorus: ? (Bounty Killer)
Just cause I'm guilty
(BK: Ok!!! That's right!!!)
There doing you wrong
(BK: Ok!!! That's right!!!)
Just cause I'm guilty
(BK: Ok!!! That's right!!!)
Don't live it all
(BK:Ok!!! That's right!!! Bounty Killer, Swizz Beatz)
[Verse 3: Swizz Beatz]
Yo, yo we comin through we got that raw
Tell me what you workin for
We don't care about the bouncers comin through the front door
Swizz Beatz, Bounty Killer givin you the hardcore
Everybody standin up givin up the encore
[Bounty Killer]
Swizz Beatz my logo my motto, represent ghetto
Swizz, on your mark, get ready then let's go
I got to get these pesos to end all my stress so
The whole world mi let know no punk cannot test you
[Swizz Beatz]
We know it's all good till a playa act up (Easy)
And then I back up and make the clubs packed up
I, don't drink but I'll buy the bar
Give it all to the club but don't crash your car
[Bounty Killer]
Tell dem ghetto superstar, that's who we are
If that's not enough man a soldiers of war
With no riches and car, so faggots stay far
And a blar man a blar don't you see dem too hard?!
Chorus: ? (Bounty Killer)
Just cause I'm guilty
(BK: Ok!!! That's right!!!)
There doing you wrong
(BK: Ok!!! That's right!!!)
Just cause I'm....
[Outro: Bounty Killer]
OK!!! That's right!!!
OK!!! That's right!!!
[Swizz Beatz]
You just heard a world premiere, Swizz Beatz, Bounty Killer
This is our year, any haters yo get outta here!!!
Yo yo, yo yo yo, easy man, just bounce
Just bounce, I'm back on this scene
I got my feet playin on the groung for you cowards huh!!!
Oh, yeah, y'all ain't ready for the war?!
Bounty! I'm a check you in Jamaica, I be in the hood in uptown, New York
Or you catch me down at the dirty dirty, A.T.L.
Or you can catch me, on the west coast, that Cali Cali Cali Cali Cali
Catch me at that midwest, hey! I'm all over the world
Uh!!! Now be easy dog!!! one...
swizz beatz - i get my paper
I get-I get my paper all the time, I keep tellin' you
[Swizz]
Cassidy the problem, c'mon!
All my people out there, gettin that cake man
Take somethin out your pocket, and put it in the air like this
Put it in the air like this, and say some shit like this, c'mon
[Chorus]
I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my block
I get my paper ALL THE TIME I KEEP TELLIN YOU~!
I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my block
I get my paper all the time I keep tellin you
[Cassidy]
Look if you deal coke and you still broke, start grindin more homes
Cause I'ma drug conniseur homes
In the hood good jobs is hard to find like dinosaur bones
I'm tryin to start shinin more homes
That's why I make 'em hurry up and buy like that china store homes
Cause they'll give you time for a dime or more of stones
And tellin ain't my twist, I ain't that kind of boy homes
But a lot of niggaz singin like the Commodores homes
I'm ridin when it's time for war homes
The chrome on my hip, can flip a fully grown dinosaur homes
I'm the kind of boy known to split domes when I pop the Taurus
I spray rounds that could lay down a tyrannosaurus
My mind like a thesaurus, I'ma shine regardless
My brain a dictionary, lames I'm quick to bury
I spit scriptures and put pictures on obituaries
So get your own sound or hustle a home now, nigga!
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
[Cassidy]
Yeah! E'ry bar that I write like a brick of that hard white
I've truly been blessed, it's a gift from the Lord Christ
But yo if you livin the hard life
You can't get back the hand you was dealt, so play your cars right
They say you ain't promised tomorrow right? (Nope)
So I stay in the street, like a deer that stay in that car lights
With the high beams on and the fog lights lit
I get, my lean on on some B.A.R.S. type shit
Until, my cream gone I'ma ball like this
In my all white tee and my all white kicks
And I still toss the white on the strip that's why I floss like this
With the frostbite wrist cause we all quite rich, I love this life!
I threw different color ice, in my cross like Swizz
And all I give broads is hard type dick; have 'em twirlin they tongue
Yeah I know I got a girl and a son, but umm
It's a man's world and I'm as thorough as they come - WHAT?!
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
[Cassidy]
Yeah! I'm from a block where niggaz get it poppin at
Where cats is known for boxin and poppin gats
But you gotta aim low when you poppin that
Cause that hot shit got kick like a soccer match
I'm from where the M-1's and the choppers at
Feel me where you can come to go gun shoppin at
You rockin plaque, got your chain with the watch to match
Watch your back if you go and you ain't got your gat
Cats'll jack your pop he ain't got a strap
Cats'll rob your mom if she got a stack
Cause niggaz tryin to get paid
And niggaz not tryin to get waged when they rockin the stockin cap
Round the way they got gourmet pots of crack
And you would spend like 24 for a block of that
My niggaz tryin to get the cheese but no not the rat
I'm from a block where snitchin ain't a option at
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
swizz beatz - it s me bitches
its me bitches...
chillin in my beamer, listenin to ether
bumpin through ya speakers, know i got the heaters
rockin dont stop, i get the rockin dont stop
im bangin em beats, u know i like that hip hop, stop
FREEZE
u know who it is...its me bitches!
smoke good eat good, drink good, fuck good
come into the club stuntin like-ike you should
my shit on fire i dont need no gasolina
im comin through ya block wit the deuce 2 seater
ring the alarm man, call me the sand man
when i drop beats, im the one man, band man
cash rules everything around me cream
get the money, dolla dolla bills ya'll (fuck em)
FREEZE
u know who it is...its me bitches!
vita loco, flyin through popo
see me in that 4 door, that bently espoka
benz all lethal, my rims so lethal
u front, ima ima shoot that ass like a free throw
sniffin that yayo, tryna be Sosa
tryna act tough when thats some black chocha
i aint gotta shoot ya, i could just choke ya
ya tryna make dolla i could just show ya
FREEZE
u know who it is...its me bitches!
chillin in my beamer, listenin to ether
bumpin through ya speakers, know i got the heaters
rockin dont stop, i get the rockin dont stop
im bangin em beats, u know i like that hip hop, stop
FREEZE
u know who it is...its me bitches!
swizz beatz - money in the bank
Showtime!
[Chorus:]
She ain't got no money in the bank
She be walking 'round actin' all stank
Now she at the party looking at me
Boys said she can't get saved by me
I'm lookin at her like (right)
I ain't tryna save that girl
I ain't tryna save that girl
I ain't tryna save that girl
She got the hand open like I pay that girl
[Verse 1]
Now, whatch'all wanna do? (do)
Wanna be ballers, shot callers, brawlers
You be in the back bet she gon' call ya
Come on dawg she want this 'pala [?]
Cris' in the yard in the new finny bags
Anything is good cuz she's baddest as she had
She sitting at the bar and she's lookin' so sad
Something 'bout, uh-uh-uh I wanna ride in your jag
Uh uh uh, I wanna ride to your house
I said "easy chick, I fly to my house"
I, live so far think I look down south
Why don't you take it out my pants and put it in yo (echoes)
[Chorus:]
She ain't got no money in the bank
She be walking 'round actin' all stank
Now she at the party looking at me
Boys said she can't get saved by me
I'm lookin at her like (right)
I ain't tryna save that girl
I ain't tryna save that girl
I ain't tryna save that girl
She got the hand open like I pay that girl
[Verse 2:]
I see ya, you got the good shoes on
Good dress on, I mean you got the best song
I'm sitting at the back drankin' Devil Liquor
The Roselito, you know how we do
In the Four Theme house you was fucking with my niggas
My homies say wassup you saying nothing to my niggas
Come on girlfriend why you fronting for my niggas
That dope and that paper is nothing for my niggas
Don't you know we got that money in the... (I repeat)
Don't you know we got that money in the bank
You ain't getting none from me or my bank
Better get you own, g-g-g-get you on face (face)
[Chorus:]
She ain't got no money in the bank
She be walking 'round actin' all stank
Now she at the party looking at me
Boys said she can't get saved by me
I'm lookin at her like (right)
I ain't tryna save that girl
I ain't tryna save that girl
I ain't tryna save that girl
She got the hand open like I pay that girl
[Verse 3:]
It's started like "soft and warm"
Don't get started, I'm invited to the new quiet storm
Now was at the end cause she told me she hate me
And then she said "openin up and leave me"
Plus she said all she want is love and affection
Let me be your angel, and I'll be your protection
Took her out bought her all kinds of things
But it wasn't enough, so this is the song I sing
Cause she broke
[Chorus:]
She ain't got no money in the bank
She be walking 'round actin' all stank
Now she at the party looking at me
Boys said she can't get saved by me
I'm lookin at her like (right)
I ain't tryna save that girl
I ain't tryna save that girl
I ain't tryna save that girl
She got the hand open like I pay that girl
swizz beatz - move right now
[Swizz]
Uhh, yeah yeah yeah
Yo yo, come on
Come on Eve, Swizz Beats
Drag-On baby
[chorus Swizz]4x
We want y'all to move right now
[Drag-On]
Break 'em down
Put 'em up
Shake 'em down
Pat 'em down
Then bat 'em down
Get the gun
Gat 'em down
Get the rope tie 'em up
Strike a match lite 'em up
Then fly 'em up to the spot a pile of dust
Get the chips stack 'em up bag a bitch dig her out
Then kick 'em out let dogs sick 'em out
All I do is tell 'em get the tissue
I only fuck wit chicks that suck nuts out of pickles
You want problems? well I'll solve 'em and make examples
I love bustin out crowds so all people get trampled
Spit crowds wit the 4-5
Like when Moses split the tide
Those that froze chose to die
Stay higher than a hello, how you doin?
Burn the rubber till the tires ruin
Burn a coat of fire human
Cause this Drag
Burnin like the grits on Al Green's back
Causin a switch rock
[chorus]8x
[Swizz]
Hold on dog
Who want some of this, gun right here
All y'all clown niggas put your hands in the air
Is it you over there? Is it you over there?
Is it you, is it you, is it you right there?
Nigga, this ain't that shit that you used to bounce to
This that thing that you smoke a ounce to
I'm gonna do it, even without you
I pop all them clown niggas around you
This for my playas thats swingin the 4-4
Wildin out, bustin at po-po
Comin over here, you got to go yo
Y'all think y'all got beats it's so so
Swizz fallen off, nigga thats oh no
Y'all remain let the dogs go
Listen y'all I stick in the streets like cleetes
Y'all niggas know Swizz Beats uhh
[chorus]8x
[Eve]
Yo, yo ,yo
Nigga pack up, watch a pro player get her stack up
Cowards in my way any second then he plaqued up
Dogs all behind me roll out, section racked up
Simple situation blown away cause you backed up
Watch out now know you heard about the Ruff ryde
Deaded at the door watch the floor, who the tough guy?
Brick house run 'em down knwo what we about shut 'em down
Keep these niggas like "Here she comin now"
Yo in public yo I'm evil
Fuck wit only people that I know thats my peoples
The fake shit I see through
Hated just to be you cause faggots is lame
Get fucked say "Gettin fucked" nigga why change?
It's anotha that was sweet takin out
Anotha that I peep fakin out
Tryin to take the easy route
A yo look I hold it down got my back while we ride
It's over for you fake ass bitches come on and hide
Swizz!!
[chorus]
swizz beatz - my drink and my 2 step
[chorus x2] [swizz beatz e cassidy]
I got my drink and my two step
My drink and my two step
Got my drink and my two step
My drink and my two step
It's on, it's on, it's on and i'm home
Get the patron and tell them that it's on
[cassidy]
I got my drink and my dutchie
I just be the murda
People think that i'm lucky
My blank lookin huskie
Get stoned
It's on, it's on, it's on and get home
Get the patron and tell them that it's on
Put the smoke in the air and get stoned
The lips sittin' on 2 6s the lips chrome
My money used to be immature now my shit grown
Big wheels big chromes
I'm doin' it big homes
It's on, it's on, it's on the kid home
Get the patron and tell them that it's on
I do my 2 step
And let the link swing
Hold the drink with the left hand and show the pink ring
[chorus x2] [swizz beatz e cassidy]
I got my drink and my two step
My drink and my two step
Got my drink and my two step
My drink and my two step
It's on, it's on, it's on and i'm home
Get the patron and tell them that it's on
[cassidy]
Ay, yo, they wanna be like me
Recreate my flow, imitate my flow, then relate my flow
By while they try and take my flow i make my dough
Ay, yo, i can make it rain, 'cause i been making it snow
But yo, i been takin' it slow i wasn't around
But the car crash couldn't lay the hustla down
I'm still here for real, i'm still here
It wasn't looking pretty, but swizzy i'm still here
They said i coulda been brain-dead in a wheelchair
But i'm standin' in the booth and the skills are still here
Yeah, the hustla home, the hustla home
Let's celebrate a toast with a cup of patron
[chorus x2] [swizz beatz e cassidy]
I got my drink and my two step
My drink and my two step
Got my drink and my two step
My drink and my two step
It's on, it's on, it's on and i'm home
Get the patron and tell them that it's on
[cassidy]
Yeah, yeah, but your dutch in the air
Smoke haze, let the smoke raise up in the air
You might have seen me in the ghini at a couple of fairs
The engine in the trunk the doors go up in the air
Yeah and i been gone for a couple of years
I been shot, i been bled, shed a couple of tears
I ain't stressin' it's a blessing that the hustla here
Let's celebrate a toast, put ya cup in the air
[chorus x2] [swizz beatz e cassidy]
I got my drink and my two step
My drink and my two step
Got my drink and my two step
My drink and my two step
It's on, it's on, it's on and i'm home
Get the patron and tell them that it's on
swizz beatz - part of the plan
(Chris Martin)
Tryin' hard to speak and
Fightin' with my weak hand
Driven to distraction
So part of the plan
When somethin' is broken
And you try to fix it
Tryin' to repair it
Anyway you can
The time was the late 80's
Every block had a stray dog with rabies
Fiends threw away their crack babies
Arguin' with my brother to see who pick the mouse up
Walk by, open up the oven door to heat the house up
Everyday, police would swarm
Comin' home from school, your brains on your uniform
I wish I could fly away on a unicorn
I'm from the ghetto and everyday a human's born
So who cares if I'm stretched out on the scene?
Surrounded by homicide forensic team
Yellow tape, haters glad that I'm dead
Pedestrians walkin' by and they just shakin' their heads saying
(Chris Martin)
Tryin' hard to speak and
Fightin' with my weak hand
Driven to distraction
So part of the plan
When somethin' is broken
And you try to fix it
Tryin' to repair it
Anyway you can
What's hot, what's not, what should, what shouldn't be
Come on y'all who to say what couldn't be?
Look at me, I'm nicest not the iciest
Sometimes I wake up and ask God, who life this is?
I look at these eyes, I'm only in this body
If you only could understand the vision that I carry
White actors will be like Puff Daddy when he interned
Men play with fire, men get burned
To talk about this, the only thing I earned
I can rap, I'm talkin' about killin' you like this
Or puttin' a hole in your head the size of that
But that would be cheatin' myself and I can't do that, man
(Chris Martin)
Tryin' hard to speak and
Fightin' with my weak hand
Driven to distraction
So part of the plan
When somethin' is broken
And you try to fix it
Tryin' to repair it
Anyway you can
Man, it all ends up on a back street
In abandoned buildings where the crack heads meet
All you hear is and lighters flicking
Busy smoking, baby dead, rat poison in the kitchen
They so high, walkin' by, thinkin' she asleep
Don't even put her in the crib, just cover her with a sheet
This is me in the building 17 with the bundles and a gun up on me
And I shoot any nigga run up on me
And for 2 years my momma lookin' for me
Cryin', runnin' up on other kids thinkin' it's me
By now I ain't got no heart
Nigga, I'm a gang member, suited up and I'm ready to start
(Chris Martin)
Tryin' hard to speak and
Fightin' with my weak hand
Driven to distraction
So part of the plan
When somethin' is broken
And you try to fix it
Tryin' to repair it
Anyway you can
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