Song text:
[Intro - Fat Joe]
Owwwu!
Yeah! My niggaz! Uh-huh!
Throw ya hands in 'da a
Song text:
[Intro - Fat Joe]
Owwwu!
Yeah! My niggaz! Uh-huh!
Throw ya hands in 'da air right now, man!
Feel 'dis shit right here!
Scott Storch nigga!
Yeah Khalid, I see you, nigga!
Show Big-Pun love! Uh!
Yeah! Uh! Yo!
[Verse 1 - Fat Joe]
I don't give a fuck about'cha faults, or mishappenins, nigga.
We from Da Bronx, New York... Shit happens.
Kids clappin, luv ta spark da place.
Half da niggaz in 'da squad got a scar on dey face.
It's a cold world, and dis is ice.
Half a mill' for da charm, nigga, dis is life.
Got 'da Phantom in front of da buildin, Trinity Ave.
Ten years been legit, dey still figure me bad.
As a youngin, I was too much to cope with.
Why you think, mo'fuckers nick-named me "Cook Coke" shit.
Should'a been called Don Robbery,
Extortion, or maybe Grand Larceny.
I did it all, I put 'da pieces to da puzzle.
Just as long, I knew me and my peoplez was gonna' bubble.
Came out da gate on some Flow-Joe shit.
Fat nigga with da shotty was "The Logo Kid".
[Chorus]
Said my niggaz dont dance,
We just pull up our pants and,
Do da Roc-away.
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back.
I said my niggaz don't dance,
We just pull up our pants and,
Do 'da Roc-away.
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back.
(Come on!)
[Verse 2 - Remy]
R to the E'zzie',
M to the whiz-zY,
My arms stay breezy,
The Don stays fizz-zY,
Got a date at 8, I'm in the 740'fizz-ive,
And I just bought a bike, so I can ride till I die,
Wit' a matchin' jacket,
Bout' to cop me a mansion,
My niggas in 'da club, but you know 'dey not dancin'.
We gANGSTA, and gangstas don't dance- we boogie,
So nevermind how we got in here,
Wit' burners 'n hoodies.
Listen, we don't pay admission,
And da bouncers dont check us,
And we walk around 'da metal detectors.
And there really aint a need for a VIP section,
In 'da middle of da dance floor,
Reckless; Check it!
Said He Like my necklace, started relaxin now,
Dats what da fuck I call a chain reaction.
See, money aint a thang nigga,
We still da same niggaz,
Flows just changed
Now we 'bout'ta change 'da game, nigga.
[Repeat Chorus - 1X]
[Verse 3 - Fat Joe]
Now we livin' betta' now,
Gucci sweata' now.
And 'dat G4 could fly through,
Any weatha' now.
See, niggaz get tight,
When you wurf' some millions.
'Dis is why I sport 'dis chincilla;
'Ta hurt 'dey feelin's.
You can find Joe Crack at all type 'a shit,
Out at Vegas, front row 'ta all 'da fights n' shit,
If 5-0 boy come, then they'd prod'lly squeel.
'Cause half 'deez rappers did blow like Derek, fo'real.
If you cross 'da line, damn right I'm gonna hurt'chu.
These faggot niggaz even made gang-signs commercial.
Even Lil' Bow Wow throwin' it up,
B2K crip-walkin', like dat's wass' up.
Kay keep tellin' me 'ta speak about 'Da Rucker,
Matter 'fact, I don't wanna' speak about 'Da Rucker,
Not even Pee-Wee Kirkland could imagine 'dis,
My niggaz didn't haff'ta play'ta win the championship.
[Repeat Chorus - 1X]
[Outro - Fat Joe]
Ha! Yeah! (Can 'ya hear me?!)
Bronx, BX Borough, Terror Squad, Uh... (Ha!)
Big-Punk forever, Tone Montana forever... (Can you hear me?!)
Uh! Yeah! Streetz is ours, come on!
Nah man, it ain't never gonna stop...
Serge! Raoul! J.B., Fat Ed, come on! Uh!
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this white girl packs a punch and knocks this black dude out lmao
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Buzzin-Shawyzee
I met her at a backyard
blockparty by the bar.
And she kept lookin' a
Buzzin-Shawyzee
I met her at a backyard
blockparty by the bar.
And she kept lookin' at me
like she knew who I was.
She was buzzin' all over me.
She was buzzin' all over me.
She was buzzin' all over me
like she fell in love.
Bang bang baby shot
me in the heart, in the dark,
with the dart
Felt the spark
when it hit.
When we me at the spot
it was hot, like this song
saw the thong, it was on.
Now it's 8 in the mornin'
I move on like the Greyhound bus
I go town to town
and I prey on sluts.
I got to go,
so scream out your area code.
I'm comin' all the way
live from the 310!
I gotta whole lot of love
but none like you.
You make me wanna stay
here in heaven with you.
I'll write your name in the sand,
put your hand with mine.
Come on baby,
shoot your gun in the sky!
I met her at a backyard
blockparty by the bar.
And she kept lookin' at me
like she knew who I was.
She was buzzin' all over me.
She was buzzin' all over me.
She was buzzin' all over me
like she fell in love.
Bang bang baby hit me one time,
two days on the road
and you're still on my mind.
You'd think that I would learn
'cause I'm young and fine
But I'm broke, so I'm tryin' to make
a hustle out of rhyme.
I gotta see the world one girl at a time,
but you're hangin' on my sleeve
like I care that you're cryin'
and I do
I'm just tryin' to play it cool
I got a rep to protect,
down at the high school.
Why you tryin' to cage me in
and when I leave we both know
that you'll be pagin' him
and when I come back
we gonn' do it again.
I promise we gonn' do it again.
I met her at a backyard
blockparty by the bar.
And she kept lookin' at me
like she knew who I was.
She was buzzin' all over me.
She was buzzin' all over me.
She was buzzin' all over me
like she fell in love.
Bang bang, I wanna give you my name
but I'm tryin' to put some
diamonds in my Shwayze chain.
Babies change,
they start showin' them thangs
tryin' to take a ride on
this crazy train.
Choo choo.
What the hell am I to do?
I got a girl in every city
from here to Peru.
When I left you,
I saw my name on your left boob
now go get that tattoed,
I'll be back soon.
Don't cry, I'll bless you
with a text soon.
I gotta go, but I'll
be back next June.
Or July. Sparks in the sky.
She said, 'Boy you're crazy.'
Nah, I'm Shwayze.
I met her at a backyard
blockparty by the bar.
And she kept lookin' at me
like she knew who I was.
She was buzzin' all over me.
She was buzzin' all over me.
She was buzzin' all over me
like she fell in love.
And I don't know what she was on.
Whatever it was, I want some.
She was buzzin' all over me.
She was buzzin' all over me.
She was buzzin' all over me
like she fell in love.
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GGGGG-UNIT!!!!!
[50 Cent]
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go shawty
It's your birthday
We
GGGGG-UNIT!!!!!
[50 Cent]
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go shawty
It's your birthday
We gon' party like it's yo birthday
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a fuck
It's not your birthday!
[Chorus] (2x)
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami I got the X if you into taking drugs
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed
[Verse]
When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubs
When I roll 20 deep, it's 20 knives in the club
Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love
When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna fuck
But homie ain't nothing change hold down, G's up
I see Xzibit in the Cutt that nigga roll that weed up
If you watch how I move you'll mistake me for a playa or pimp
Been hit wit a few shells but I dont walk wit a limp
In the hood then the ladies saying "50 you hot"
They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac
But holla in New York them niggas'll tell ya im loco
And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold
I'm feelin' focused man, my money on my mind
I got a mill out the deal and I'm still on the grind
Now shawty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow
Her girlfriend wanna get bi and they ready to go
[Chorus] (2x)
[Bridge]
My flow, my show brought me the doe
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels
Look nigga I got K-Mart and I ain't change
[Verse]
And you should love it, way more then you hate it
Nigga you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it
I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life
You that faggot ass nigga trying to pull me back right?
When my junk get to pumpin in the club it's on
I wink my eye at ya bitch, if she smiles she gone
If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn
If you talking bout money homie, I ain't concerned
I'm a tell you what Banks told me cause go 'head switch the style up
If the niggas hate then let 'em hate
Watch the money pile up
Or we go upside there wit a bottle of bub
You know where we fucking be
[Chorus] (2x)
[Talking]
(laughing) Don't try to act like you ain't know where we been either nigga
In the club all the time nigga, its about to pop off nigga
G-Unit
50 cent in da club GGGGG-UNIT!!!!!
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