im in between this and skins and i didnt see it since there are 5 posts per second in here. wanna give me a break? i tried to tell you why i was so pissed at you but you did nothing to change it for the better.
STRAIGHT OUTTA COMPTON CRAZY MUTHAFUCKA NAMED ICE CUBE FROM THE GANG CALLED NIGGAS WITH ATTITUDE WHEN I'M CALLED OFF, I GOT A SAWED OFF SQUEEZE THE TRIGGA AND BODIES ARE HAULED OFF YOU TO BOY IF YOU FUCK WITH ME THE POLICE ARE GONNA HAVE TO COME AND GET ME OFF YO ASS THAT'S HOW IM GOIN OUT FOR THE PUNK MUTHAFUCKERS THAT'S SHOWIN OUT NIGGAS START TO MUMBLE, THEY WANNA RUMBLE MIX EM AND COOK EM IN A POT LIKE GUMBO GOIN OFF ON A MUTHAFUCKER LIKE THAT WITH A GAT, THAT'S POINTED AT YO ASS SO GIVE IT UP SMOOTH AINT NO TELLIN WHEN IM DOWN FOR A JACK MOVE HERES A MURDER RAP TO KEEP YOU DANCIN WITH CRIME RECORD LIKE CHARLES MANSON AK-47 IS THE TOOL DONT MAKE ME ACT THE MUTHAFUCKIN FOOL ME AN YOU CAN GO TOE-TO-TOE, NO MAYBE IM KNOCKIN NIGGAZ OUT THA BOX, DAILY YO WEEKLY, MONTHLY AND YEARLY UNTIL THEM DUMB MOTHERFUCKERS SEE CLEARLY THAT IM DOWN WITH THE CAPITAL C-P-T BOY YOU CANT FUCK WITH ME! SO WHEN IM IN YO NEIGHBORHOOD, YOU BETTER DUCK CAUSE ICE CUBE IS CRAZY AS FUCK! AS I LLEAVE, BELIEVE IM STOMPIN BUT WHEN I COME BACK ,BOY, IM COMIN STRAIGHT OUTTA COMPTON!!!
While we're posting rap lyrics..... I gotta level with ya, I heard this on some Rap station on my XM radio today and I didnt even know it was by Blaze until later when I looked it up. I was slightly dissapointed. I mean, the song isnt bad, in my opinion, but the fact that it's by Blaze kind of ruins it for me.
Under educated! Extra caffeinated! I just masturbated! Now I'm motivated! Can't live with us You can't live without us oooh I take it then I break it Then you write my paycheck
I was taught only reach for the heat if you busting So when lift this shirt that's the end of discussion Click clack motherfuckers! - I ain't trying to hear nothing! Click clack motherfuckers! - I ain't trying to hear nothing!
When snitch niggaz give police clues to watch Well I'm a give them faggot niggaz news to watch My trigger blow niggaz out they shoes and socks I guarantee I won't miss you if I use the dot I'm Slim Thugga motherfucker! best respect my G! Or they gon say they name after R.I.P How dare you pussy niggaz' tissue slugs bout me Cause then I'm a get to show ya how thug I be! And I don't give a FUCK what set you claim They got rich niggaz that blow out brains Just cause you from the projects don't mean you hard Most of them hoods y'all repping ain't seen you broads!
I was taught only reach for the heat if you busting So when lift this shirt that's the end of discussion Click clack motherfuckers! - I ain't trying to hear nothing! Click clack motherfuckers! - I ain't trying to hear nothing now! Don't make me pull it on ya! on ya! on ya! ya hear me?! Don't make me pull it on ya! on ya! on ya!
[Verse - Pusha T] Big home, big car, big jewelry Whispers in the street, all the talk of robbery Ain't no Quad Studio, Tupac and P For every watch there's a glock, come shop with me Hood DVDs the closest you get to TV BE or MT, the whole world done see me VH1 Behind the Scenes, there's bout to be a three-peat So keep on rewinding your part and others try and defeat me Strap like the movie, better yet the sequel Strap Before Rap, we'll call that the prequel I told ya wit the pen, there shall be none equal But since he ain't write it, that makes him more lethal! UUSSSHH!!
I was taught only reach for the heat if you busting So when lift this shirt that's the end of discussion Click clack motherfuckers! - I ain't trying to hear nothing! If you smart you gon hit the ground running and ducking A lot of rap niggaz be trying to play hard Knowing damn well that they lying and they fraud They talk that hard shit when somebody press record When there's beef in the streets they run to their body guard I'm still a hood nigga, you can catch me on the block And when I'm the club you can catch me wit the glock I know them jackas plotting trying to catch me wit a knot But we gon see if them laws can come catch me when he's shot
Under educated! Extra caffeinated! I just masturbated! Now I'm motivated! Can't live with us You can't live without us oooh I take it then I break it Then you write my paycheck
Clap your hands everybody If you got what it takes 'Cause I'm Kurtis Blow and I want you to know That these are the breaks
Breakes on a bus brakes on a car Breaks to make you a superstar Breaks to win and breaks to lose But these here breaks will rock your shoes And these are the breaks Break it up break it up break it up!
If your woman steps out with another man (That's the breaks that's the breaks) And she runs off with him to Japan And the IRS says they want to chat And you can't explain why you claimed your cat And Ma Bell sends you a whopping bill With eighteen phone calls to Brzil And you borrowed money from the mob And yesterday you lost your job Well, these are the breaks Break it up, break it up, break it up
Throw your hands up in the sky And wave 'em 'round from side to side And if youdeserve a break tonight Somebody say alright! (All right) Say ho-oo! (Ho-oo!) And you don't stop Keep on, somebody scream! (Owwwww!) Break down!
Breaks on a stage, breaks on a screen Breaks to make your wallet lean Breaks run cold and breaks run hot Some folks got 'em and some have not But these are the breaks Break it up, break it up, break it up! Break down!
To the girl in brown, stop messing around (Break it up, break it up) To the guy in blue, whatcha gonna do? To the girl in green, don't be so mean And the guy in red, say what I said Break down!
Brakes on a plane, brakes on a train Breaks to make you go insane Breaks in love, breaks in war But we got the breaks to get you on the floor And these are the breaks Break it up, break it up, break it up! Break down! Yo!
Just do it, just do it, just do it, do it, do it! Just do it, just do it, just do it, do it, do it! Just do it, just do it, just do it, do it, do it! Just do it, just do it, just do it, do it, do it!
You say last week you met the perfect guy (That's the breaks, that's the breaks) And he promised you the stars in the sky He said his Cadilac was gold But he didn't say it was ten years old He tok you out to the Red Coach grill But he forgot the cash and you paid the bill And he told you the story of his life But he forgot the part about...his wife! Huh! Huh! Well, these are the breaks! Break it up, break it up, break it up! Break down!
[Inspector Deck] I smoke on the mic like smokin Joe Frazier The hell raiser, raisin hell with the flavor Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan Swingin through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman So uhh, tic toc and keep tickin While I get ya flippin off the shit I'm kickin The Lone Ranger, code red, danger! Deep in the dark with the art to rip charts apart The vandal, too hot to handle Ya battle, you're sayin Goodbye like Tevin Campbell Roughneck, Inspector Deck's on the set The rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal
[Raekwon] The way I make the crowd go wild, sit back relax won't smile Rae got it goin on pal, call me the rap assassinator Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger And I'ma get mad deep like a threat, blow up your project Then take all your assets Cause I came to shake the frame in half With the thoughts that bomb, shit like math! So if ya wanna try to flip go flip on the next man Cause I grab the clip and Hit ya with sixteen shots and more I got Goin to war with the meltin pot hot
[Method] It's the Method Man for short Mr. Meth Movin on your left, aah! And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat I wanna break full, cock me back Small change, they puttin shame in the game I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame And like Fame!!, my style'll live forever Niggaz crossin over, but they don't know no better But I do, true, can I get a suuu Nuff respect due to the one-six-ooh I mean ohh, yo check out the flow like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin Niggaz off because I'm hot like sauce The smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me *cough*
[U-God] Ooh, what, grab my nut get screwed Oww, here comes my Shaolin style Sloop-B and my b-boy's U to my crew with the "sooooul"
*interlude* watch ya step kid (8X) [Ol Dirty Bastard] c'mon baby baby c'mon (4X) [RZA] Yo, ya best protect ya neck
[Ol Dirty Bastard] First things first man you're fuckin with the worst I'll be stickin pins in your head like a fuckin nurse I'll attack any nigga who's slackin his math Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack Shame on you when you stepped through to The Ol Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zoo And I'll be damned if I let any man Come to my center, you enter, the winter Straight up and down that shit packed jam You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man The Ol Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin Ason, Unique rollin with the night of the creeps Niggaz be rollin with a stash ain't sayin cash, bite my style I'll bite your motherfuckin ass!
[Ghostface Killah] For cryin out loud my style is wild so book me Not long is how long that this rhyme took me Ejectin, styles from my lethal weapon My pen that rocks from here to Oregon Here's Mordigan, catch it like a psycho flashback I love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back I come with shit that's all types of shapes and sounds And where I lounge is my stompin grounds I give a order to my peeps across the water To go and snatch up props all around the border And get far like a shootin star Cause who I are, is dim in the light of Pablo Escobar Point blank as I kick the square biz There it is you're fuckin with pros and there it goes
[RZA] Yo chill with the feedback black we don't need that It's ten o'clock hoe, where the fuck's your seed at Feelin mad hostile, ran the apostle Flowin like Christ when I speaks the gospel Stroll with the holy roll then attack the globe with the buckus style the ruckus, ten times ten men committin mad sin Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fuckin chin Slayin boom-bangs like African drums (we'll be) Comin around the mountain when I come Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment My clan increase like black unemployment Yeah, another one dare, G-Gka-Genius Take us the fuck outta here
[Genius] The Wu is too slammin for these Cold Killin labels Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel Be doin artists in like Cain did Abel Now they money's gettin stuck to the gum under the table That's what ya get when ya misuse what I invent Your empire falls and ya lose every cent For tryin to blow up a scrub Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb Should of pumped it when I rocked it Niggaz so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets This goes on in some companies With majors they're scared to death to pump these First of all, who's your A&R A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar? But he don't know the meaning of dope When he's lookin for a suit and tie rap that's cleaner than a bar of soap And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight Matter of fact bring out the girls and let's have a mud fight
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i tried to tell you why i was so pissed at you but you did nothing to change it for the better.
Like, I remember it was posted here once, and Amputated had to do that song with that pop group.
Thank god for people taking the Internet so seriously
CRAZY MUTHAFUCKA NAMED ICE CUBE
FROM THE GANG CALLED NIGGAS WITH ATTITUDE
WHEN I'M CALLED OFF, I GOT A SAWED OFF
SQUEEZE THE TRIGGA AND BODIES ARE HAULED OFF
YOU TO BOY IF YOU FUCK WITH ME
THE POLICE ARE GONNA HAVE TO COME AND GET ME
OFF YO ASS THAT'S HOW IM GOIN OUT
FOR THE PUNK MUTHAFUCKERS THAT'S SHOWIN OUT
NIGGAS START TO MUMBLE, THEY WANNA RUMBLE
MIX EM AND COOK EM IN A POT LIKE GUMBO
GOIN OFF ON A MUTHAFUCKER LIKE THAT
WITH A GAT, THAT'S POINTED AT YO ASS
SO GIVE IT UP SMOOTH
AINT NO TELLIN WHEN IM DOWN FOR A JACK MOVE
HERES A MURDER RAP TO KEEP YOU DANCIN
WITH CRIME RECORD LIKE CHARLES MANSON
AK-47 IS THE TOOL
DONT MAKE ME ACT THE MUTHAFUCKIN FOOL
ME AN YOU CAN GO TOE-TO-TOE, NO MAYBE
IM KNOCKIN NIGGAZ OUT THA BOX, DAILY
YO WEEKLY, MONTHLY AND YEARLY
UNTIL THEM DUMB MOTHERFUCKERS SEE CLEARLY
THAT IM DOWN WITH THE CAPITAL C-P-T
BOY YOU CANT FUCK WITH ME!
SO WHEN IM IN YO NEIGHBORHOOD, YOU BETTER DUCK
CAUSE ICE CUBE IS CRAZY AS FUCK!
AS I LLEAVE, BELIEVE IM STOMPIN
BUT WHEN I COME BACK ,BOY, IM COMIN STRAIGHT OUTTA COMPTON!!!
I gotta level with ya, I heard this on some Rap station on my XM radio today and I didnt even know it was by Blaze until later when I looked it up. I was slightly dissapointed. I mean, the song isnt bad, in my opinion, but the fact that it's by Blaze kind of ruins it for me.
Extra caffeinated!
I just masturbated!
Now I'm motivated!
Can't live with us
You can't live without us oooh
I take it then I break it
Then you write my paycheck
So when lift this shirt that's the end of discussion
Click clack motherfuckers! - I ain't trying to hear nothing!
Click clack motherfuckers! - I ain't trying to hear nothing!
When snitch niggaz give police clues to watch
Well I'm a give them faggot niggaz news to watch
My trigger blow niggaz out they shoes and socks
I guarantee I won't miss you if I use the dot
I'm Slim Thugga motherfucker! best respect my G!
Or they gon say they name after R.I.P
How dare you pussy niggaz' tissue slugs bout me
Cause then I'm a get to show ya how thug I be!
And I don't give a FUCK what set you claim
They got rich niggaz that blow out brains
Just cause you from the projects don't mean you hard
Most of them hoods y'all repping ain't seen you broads!
I was taught only reach for the heat if you busting
So when lift this shirt that's the end of discussion
Click clack motherfuckers! - I ain't trying to hear nothing!
Click clack motherfuckers! - I ain't trying to hear nothing now!
Don't make me pull it on ya! on ya! on ya! ya hear me?!
Don't make me pull it on ya! on ya! on ya!
[Verse - Pusha T]
Big home, big car, big jewelry
Whispers in the street, all the talk of robbery
Ain't no Quad Studio, Tupac and P
For every watch there's a glock, come shop with me
Hood DVDs the closest you get to TV
BE or MT, the whole world done see me
VH1 Behind the Scenes, there's bout to be a three-peat
So keep on rewinding your part and others try and defeat me
Strap like the movie, better yet the sequel
Strap Before Rap, we'll call that the prequel
I told ya wit the pen, there shall be none equal
But since he ain't write it, that makes him more lethal! UUSSSHH!!
I was taught only reach for the heat if you busting
So when lift this shirt that's the end of discussion
Click clack motherfuckers! - I ain't trying to hear nothing!
If you smart you gon hit the ground running and ducking
A lot of rap niggaz be trying to play hard
Knowing damn well that they lying and they fraud
They talk that hard shit when somebody press record
When there's beef in the streets they run to their body guard
I'm still a hood nigga, you can catch me on the block
And when I'm the club you can catch me wit the glock
I know them jackas plotting trying to catch me wit a knot
But we gon see if them laws can come catch me when he's shot
If you got what it takes
'Cause I'm Kurtis Blow and I want you to know
That these are the breaks
Breakes on a bus brakes on a car
Breaks to make you a superstar
Breaks to win and breaks to lose
But these here breaks will rock your shoes
And these are the breaks
Break it up break it up break it up!
If your woman steps out with another man
(That's the breaks that's the breaks)
And she runs off with him to Japan
And the IRS says they want to chat
And you can't explain why you claimed your cat
And Ma Bell sends you a whopping bill
With eighteen phone calls to Brzil
And you borrowed money from the mob
And yesterday you lost your job
Well, these are the breaks
Break it up, break it up, break it up
Throw your hands up in the sky
And wave 'em 'round from side to side
And if youdeserve a break tonight
Somebody say alright!
(All right) Say ho-oo!
(Ho-oo!) And you don't stop
Keep on, somebody scream!
(Owwwww!) Break down!
Breaks on a stage, breaks on a screen
Breaks to make your wallet lean
Breaks run cold and breaks run hot
Some folks got 'em and some have not
But these are the breaks
Break it up, break it up, break it up!
Break down!
To the girl in brown, stop messing around
(Break it up, break it up)
To the guy in blue, whatcha gonna do?
To the girl in green, don't be so mean
And the guy in red, say what I said
Break down!
Brakes on a plane, brakes on a train
Breaks to make you go insane
Breaks in love, breaks in war
But we got the breaks to get you on the floor
And these are the breaks
Break it up, break it up, break it up!
Break down! Yo!
Just do it, just do it, just do it, do it, do it!
Just do it, just do it, just do it, do it, do it!
Just do it, just do it, just do it, do it, do it!
Just do it, just do it, just do it, do it, do it!
You say last week you met the perfect guy
(That's the breaks, that's the breaks)
And he promised you the stars in the sky
He said his Cadilac was gold
But he didn't say it was ten years old
He tok you out to the Red Coach grill
But he forgot the cash and you paid the bill
And he told you the story of his life
But he forgot the part about...his wife! Huh! Huh!
Well, these are the breaks!
Break it up, break it up, break it up!
Break down!
[Inspector Deck]
I smoke on the mic like smokin Joe Frazier
The hell raiser, raisin hell with the flavor
Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan
Swingin through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman
So uhh, tic toc and keep tickin
While I get ya flippin off the shit I'm kickin
The Lone Ranger, code red, danger!
Deep in the dark with the art to rip charts apart
The vandal, too hot to handle
Ya battle, you're sayin Goodbye like Tevin Campbell
Roughneck, Inspector Deck's on the set
The rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal
[Raekwon]
The way I make the crowd go wild, sit back relax won't smile
Rae got it goin on pal, call me the rap assassinator
Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger
And I'ma get mad deep like a threat, blow up your project
Then take all your assets
Cause I came to shake the frame in half
With the thoughts that bomb, shit like math!
So if ya wanna try to flip go flip on the next man
Cause I grab the clip and
Hit ya with sixteen shots and more I got
Goin to war with the meltin pot hot
[Method]
It's the Method Man for short Mr. Meth
Movin on your left, aah!
And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat
I wanna break full, cock me back
Small change, they puttin shame in the game
I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame
And like Fame!!, my style'll live forever
Niggaz crossin over, but they don't know no better
But I do, true, can I get a suuu
Nuff respect due to the one-six-ooh
I mean ohh, yo check out the flow
like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin
Niggaz off because I'm hot like sauce
The smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me *cough*
[U-God]
Ooh, what, grab my nut get screwed
Oww, here comes my Shaolin style
Sloop-B and my b-boy's U
to my crew with the "sooooul"
*interlude*
watch ya step kid (8X)
[Ol Dirty Bastard] c'mon baby baby c'mon (4X)
[RZA] Yo, ya best protect ya neck
[Ol Dirty Bastard]
First things first man you're fuckin with the worst
I'll be stickin pins in your head like a fuckin nurse
I'll attack any nigga who's slackin his math
Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack
Shame on you when you stepped through to
The Ol Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zoo
And I'll be damned if I let any man
Come to my center, you enter, the winter
Straight up and down that shit packed jam
You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man
The Ol Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin
Ason, Unique rollin with the night of the creeps
Niggaz be rollin with a stash
ain't sayin cash, bite my style I'll bite your motherfuckin ass!
[Ghostface Killah]
For cryin out loud my style is wild so book me
Not long is how long that this rhyme took me
Ejectin, styles from my lethal weapon
My pen that rocks from here to Oregon
Here's Mordigan, catch it like a psycho flashback
I love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back
I come with shit that's all types of shapes and sounds
And where I lounge is my stompin grounds
I give a order to my peeps across the water
To go and snatch up props all around the border
And get far like a shootin star
Cause who I are, is dim in the light of Pablo Escobar
Point blank as I kick the square biz
There it is you're fuckin with pros and there it goes
[RZA]
Yo chill with the feedback black we don't need that
It's ten o'clock hoe, where the fuck's your seed at
Feelin mad hostile, ran the apostle
Flowin like Christ when I speaks the gospel
Stroll with the holy roll then attack the globe with the buckus style
the ruckus, ten times ten men committin mad sin
Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fuckin chin
Slayin boom-bangs like African drums (we'll be)
Comin around the mountain when I come
Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment
My clan increase like black unemployment
Yeah, another one dare, G-Gka-Genius
Take us the fuck outta here
[Genius]
The Wu is too slammin for these Cold Killin labels
Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel
Be doin artists in like Cain did Abel
Now they money's gettin stuck to the gum under the table
That's what ya get when ya misuse what I invent
Your empire falls and ya lose every cent
For tryin to blow up a scrub
Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb
Should of pumped it when I rocked it
Niggaz so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets
This goes on in some companies
With majors they're scared to death to pump these
First of all, who's your A&R
A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar?
But he don't know the meaning of dope
When he's lookin for a suit and tie rap
that's cleaner than a bar of soap
And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight
Matter of fact bring out the girls and let's have a mud fight