WARNING: MAY CONTAIN CUSS WORDS IT IS RAP
BODY HEAD BANGERZ (f/ Young Bleed, Lil Boosie) LYRICS
I Smoke, I Drank
[Mr. Magic Intro]
B-Doctor!
Let's welcome em to the Vault baby
Do it big *****!
Do it big *****!
Do it big *****!
Stupid *** *****
[Chorus: Magic Repeat 2x]
I smoke (Yea!), I drank (Yea!)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't (Uh-huh)
I'ma dog (Yea!), I love hoes (Yea!)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then
I do it big ***** [3x]
[Verse 1: Young Bleed]
So many ways to get paid
Better, keep, fake, i.d.
Sure yall don't try me
It's murder, I'm a server
Lyric life sentence
Relentless, a menace to society
Full of robberies so **** it
I hop in the bubble
Wrap the Beretta wit a rag
That glock in the Cutlass
***** I'm always hustlin
And yea, round the Cadillacs
The alibam's a must (Uh-huh, yea yea)
Crimey and grimey weed smuckers (Uh-huh, yea yea)
Money and weed, you know my mind see on the Don Don P
With Mr. Magic and Traffic blowin some bomb weed (Uh-huh, yea yea)
In your mind, I call my pistol cause it stay by me (Uh-huh)
That's like my brother, lucky mothers
We ain't nothin to see (Uh-huh)
Or like my ***** Pete, but Uncle Pete
Or my partner Moe Pete, and Low Key
*****, you know me man
It ain't no thang to cock it back and make you shake thug bang
Grab the weed, rhyming the coke name *****, what's up
[Chorus Repeat 2x]
I smoke (Yea!), I drank (Yea!)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't (Uh-huh)
I'ma dog (Yea!), I love hoes (Yea!)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then
I do it big ***** [3x]
[Verse 2: Mr. Magic]
I ain't got nuthin but **** for you hoes
I won't trick, I ain't sick for you hoes
I ain't got nuthin to give to no *****
Deal wit no *****, chill wit no *****
I'ma keep a stack of that funny smelling tobacco
Pistol in my hand, ***** ready to act a
God **** fool, ignorant mutha****a bout to lose my cool
Let me smoke a goose so I can calm my nerves
Find me a duck, get some head in the Burb
I'ma fool on them hoes *****
That's my word, show me a dime and I'm bet I'm gettin served
Everybody know me probably saw me half-cocked
Drunk, high in the club bout to get it hot
Louisiana *****, down here we getting bucked (Bucked!)
And if we ain't fighting, it's probably cause we too ****ed up!
[Chorus Repeat 2x]
I smoke (Yea!), I drank (Yea!)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't (Uh-huh)
I'ma dog (Yea!), I love hoes (Yea!)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then
I do it big ***** [3x]
[Boosie Talking]
I do it big
Lil Boosie do it big boy
Feel this here, check this out
Look
[Verse 3: Lil Boosie]
I smoke, I drank, I tote that iron (That iron)
Eyes stay red, and my guhl stay fine
I'ma problem child, I know you heard
I ain't no turtle, I'ma crocodile (Crocodile!)
And I'll serve ya
See Lil Boosie from that South Side (That South Side!)
In they mouth got bout five
Got them Tees with dem Ree's wit dem black and white cowel (Cowel!)
I want Ashanti, Beyonce and Trina
So I could hit her from the back, like I do my black nina
I miss my ***** Soulja Slim (Rest In Peace), and that's for real
So in your memory I pop a pill, cock the steel
If you don't like it you could take it to that level
That go the mo light, mo won't you come and meet the Devil
Look, I'na put two labels on my back and start walking (Start walking!)
And it ain't in six states now I got everybody talking
Look, and I thug (I thug), with my thugs (My thugs)
We getting paid from the block to the club
That's what's up *****
[Chorus Repeat 2x]
I smoke (Yea!), I drank (Yea!)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't (Uh-huh)
I'ma dog (Yea!), I love hoes (Yea!)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then
I do it big ***** [3x]
New York: Ja Rule
(Ja Rule): I got a hundred girls, a hundred dicks
Hook - Ja Rule
***** I'm a rough dogg (rough dogg)
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, ***** I'm from New York New York
I got a hole in ma **** dat spits sperm if you talk (you talk)
I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk you talk
I got a hundred girls, a hundred dicks
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, ***** I'm from New York New York
***** I'm a rough dogg (rough dogg)
I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk you talk
I got a hole in ma **** dat spits sperm if you talk (you talk)
And I know
And this is how I do,
Verse 1 - Ja Rule
Yall *****z is pussy, poonani, ******
(Fat Joe): I got a hunded girls, a hundred dicks
Your Monologue's getting tired, now it's time to ride
***** **** you and your mom (your mom)
You're print distrified, you're no longer desired
If you talk **** behind ma back, I'll blow you up with a bomb (a bomb)
So take off them silly chains, put back on your wire
I got a hunded girls, a hundred dicks
I'm on fire, holly dipped in octane
***** **** you and your mom (your mom)
Let east coast bang, let west coast bang
If you talk **** behind ma back I'll blow you up with a bomb (a bomb)
And Rule gonna bring the ghetto gospel
To every 'hood possible, pushin through in the sky blue
And this is how I do,
Back with the gods you now, preferably the 4 pound
Slugs flyin at the speed of sound
(Jadakiss): I got a hunded girls, a hundred dicks
Tryin to catch the ears of *****z that's runnin their mouths
***** **** G-unit and Murder Inc, I dunno why they fought (they fought)
I might get my Brooklyn *****z to run in your house
If only 10 people In ma click dats gon be to short (to short)
I don't really understand what the runnin's about
I got a hunded girls, a hundred dicks
But we're hunters, we take pride in airin our prey out
***** **** G-unit and Murder Inc, I dunno why they fought (they fought)
Leavin 'em layed out, dead, in just a sport
If only 10 people In ma click dats gon be to short (to short)
'cause we ain't playin up here in New York
And this is how I do,
Hook - Fat Joe
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, ***** I'm from New York New York
(Everyone): We all got 300 girls 300 dicks
And you can tell the way the homie spit, That *****, I'm from New York New York
***** we all from New York
I got a hundred ways to make a grip, Yes, I'm from New York New York
Don't **** wit murder Inc *****, or you're life will be short (be short)
And you can tell I get real ignorant, 'cause *****, I'm from New York New York
We all got 300 girls 300 dicks
And this is how we do
***** we all from New York
Don't **** wit murder Inc *****, or you're life will be short (be short)
Verse 2 - Fat Joe
***** I can see the coke in your nose
And this is how we do.
This ain't a movie, even he got his head blown on the globe
And I was just about to find god
But now that Ma$e is back, I think I'd much rather find a menage
And everybody talkin crazy how they're AK spit
But we know this investigatin, and they ain't spray ****
Not me, I'm the truth homie, got the industry shook like
"Naw *****, Joe gonna let 'em loose on me"
True Story, I'm bringin the T back
Even Roy Jones was forced to Lean Back
My ***** Dre said grind cook
Now we killin them Howard *****z, who said I must of found Pun's rhyme book
Got *****es on top of the Phantom
And the pinky got bling, like the ring around Saturn
Cook coke, crack, *****z fiend for that
And you already know the x is where the team be at
Hook - Jadakiss
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, ***** I'm from New York New York
Ruff Ryde, and (D-Block) and ****, ***** **** what you thought (you thought)
And you can't take **** for granted, because life is too short too short
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, ***** I'm from New York
Aha, and this is how we do
Verse 3 - Jadakiss
I swear it couldn't be sweeter, Life's a *****
Depending on how you treat her, you might get rich
It's guaranteed you gonna die, you might get missed
For maybe 2 or 3 hours, 'til they light their spliffs
And that coke will get you a long time
But when I let 'em know the dope is out, it's like America Online
Wise has awoken
And you know they say that you deserved it whenever you die with your eyes open
I still hold a title, because I'm in the hood like them little motorcycles
Stick up kids, hoppin out with them old rifles
Just doin **** for nothin, it's so spiteful
Ha I'm just like you
Word that *****z wanna murk you is in the air
A double shot of yak and the purple is in the air
And I'm not cocky, I'm confident
So when you tell me I'm the best it's a compliment
Hook - Jadakiss
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, ***** I'm from New York New York
Ruff Ryde, and (D-Block) and ****, ***** **** what you thought (you thought)
And you can't take **** for granted, because life is too short too short
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, ***** I'm from New York
LUDACRIS LYRICS
Get Back
[Intro]
Hands Up! Hands Up! Here's another one.. and a.. and a.. another one.
[Chorus]
(Ee-Ee Whoo-Whoo) Why you all in my ear? Talkin' a whole bunch a sh*t that I ain't tryin to hear.
Get Back! Mother****er You don't know me like that.
Get back! Mother****er You don't know me like that!
(Ee-Ee Whoo-Whoo) I ain't playin' around.. Make one false move, I'll take you down.
Get back! Mother****er You don't know me like that.
Get back! Mother****er You don't know me like that!
[Verse 1]
So, so, come on, come on. DON'T get swung on, swung on. It's the knick-knack-patty-whack still riding cadillacs. Family
off the streets, made my homies put the baggies back. (Whoo!) Still snaggin' plaques (yep), still action-packed (yep), and
dope.. i keep it flippin' like acrobats. That's why I pack a mack, that'll crack a back, cause on my waist, there's more
heat than the shaq-attack! But I ain't speakin' about ballin', jus' thinkin' about brawlin' 'til y'all start ballin'. We
all in together now, birds of the feather now, jus' bought a plane so we change in the weather now. So put your brakes on,
cats put your capes on, and knock off your block, get dropped, and have your face blown. Cause I'll prove it, scratch off
the music, like hey little stupid, don't make me looose it!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
I came (I came), I saw (I saw), I hit him right dead in the jaw (in the jaw). [x4]
See I caught him with a right hook, caught him with a jab, caught him with an upper cut, kicked him in his ***. Sent him
on his way cause I ain't for that talk, and no trips to the county.. I ain't for that walk! We split like 2 pins at the
end of a lane, we'll knock out your spotlight and put end to your fame. Holding DTP pinned at the end of yo' chain, and put
the booty of a swish at the end of a flaamme.
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Hey, you want WHAT with me?! I'm gonna tell you one time, don't F*CK with me! Get down! Beat his ***.. ain't got nothin'
to lose, and i'm havin a bad day, don't make me take it out on you! [x2]
Maann, cause I don't wanna do that. I wanna have a good time and enjoy my Jack.. sit back and watch some women get drunk
as hell, so I can wake up in the morning with a story to tell. I know it's been a little while since I've been out the
house, but now I'm here.. you wanna stand around runnin' yo' mouth? I can't hear nothing you sayin' or spittin', so what's
up? Don't you see we in the club?, man shut the f*ck up!
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Ah! We in the red light district!
Ah! We in the red light district!
Whoo! We in the red light district!
Ah! We in the red light district!
Whoo! We in the red light district!
Whoo! The red light district!
Whoo! The red light district..
Ah! The red light district..
Aha, and this is how we do