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chansons et textes
Busta Rhymes (we goin' to do it to ya )
and let me shake a leg nigga! (Megahertz)
Let's give it to 'em
Yo, let's give it to 'em
Yo, let's give it to 'em
Busta Bust, let's give it to 'em
Flipmode, let's give it to 'em
Check it
[Verse One]
Ever felt the fire burn like this (burn like this)
You shocked that I've returned like this
Stern like shit'll make you firm like this
C'mon, while we make the bitches yearn like this
Pearl white shit'll make the world hype quick
and earl like knowin I'm bonin your girl like this
Act sweet (BOY) nigga we pack heat so (BACK BOY)
Stack money like a Backstreet Boy
Track sheet, never whack, bitches hittin in my back seat
Love my flick up in the Black Beat boy
So move your black feet boy, make bitches bounce to this
Don't let me have to let the mac speak boy
Track meet boy, hundred meter dash, straight to the trash
You corny rhymin on them whack beats boy (C'MON)
And you know we rock on and on
And make the bitches wanna bounce, all night long and
And to my gettin money niggaz keep ballin (c'mon)
You know we bout to take it to the next mornin
[Chorus: repeat x2]
Get your big ass on the floor!
You know we goin' do it to ya (alright)
You know we goin' do it to ya (alright)
You know we doin' do it to ya (alright) nigga
Get your big ass on the floor, C'MON!!
[Verse Two]
The Range Ro' and everything you see is paid fo' nigga, c'mon
Change flow and then we lay low
Chase mo' money, fuck I wanna waste dough fo'
Stack peso, big money know my small money
probably bigger than your WHACK payroll
Money get your hands off of me, dance all night
Break bitches hot and sweaty take your tight pants off for me
So horny, shorty pull your plans off on me
Whylin out, while shorty ditchin her mans off for me
So simple, there go the champagne glass
When your pour, make sure the whole entire thing full
Sinful! Still shorty puttin the somethin on me
Brushin on me, whylin and feelin and touchin on me
Whatchu play fo'? (RRAH!) When I hop up in my two do'
Great sex and do it, say no mo' (RRAH!)
Make those, know nigga we got heat big
Block sheets and shit and stay up on the hot street though (RRAH!)
Get high shit (RRAH!) fly bitches runnin the flo'
Hollerin and screamin this my shit! (RRAH!)
Count that in the amounts that amount to the ceiling
I know you love the way we bounce back nigga
Gimme my ounce back nigga, Flipmode back in the spot
You can run and go announce that nigga, c'mon
[Chorus]
Get your big ass on the floor
You know we goin'..
' Diamonds And Mac 10's) Shyne and Diamonds
Since livin was gold rings Fuck a piece of the pie nigga
Gimme the whole thing
I done seen death, seen less, seen more
Feed morphines to more fiends than you've ever seen
It's pain I deliver reflection Every word like a mirror
Bigger picture I try to keep shit in perspective
Dumbs out, guns out til my time runs out
Capitalistic driving force got no remorse But I feel shit catching up Time wrappin' up
Shyne had enough, still I can't have enough
Something bout the engine roarin'
Soarin', wind in my face Top down, take me to another place [Chorus] Diamonds and Mac-10's
Tell a friend Yellow bottles, models, hollows
Til my very end Catchin up to God quicker
High off this liquor ,Niggaz come to get yours betta
Know theyre comin with ya [Repeat]
The day I stuck my head out my mother's womb
I was doomed
Repeatin' the lords prayers sittin' in this court room
I'm cursed ,We havin dreams of leavin here up in a hearse
I wonder when I close my eyes will it hurt? I'm suicidal
Can't take this pressure or this pain ,Too much for these young eyes ,Real G's don't die, that's a lie
Cuz I'm dyin inside, cryin' inside
Look at me sweatin', palms shakin, hidin' inside
Drive bys and quarter ki's ,This ain't what it oughta be
Almost caught a ki
Theyre tellin me that theres more to see
God listen, it was him or me ,Sorry for the choices I chose
The bricks that I sold
The voices I rolled ,The concrete roads
Accept me as I come into your presence
[Chorus x2]
What's it all about? ,Sittin in this jail house
Eleven counts, but only one count
Thats the color of my skin ,Black robes, white justice
Clarence Thomas is a motherfuckin puppet
Murder anyone over 21
Through my travels I've seen barrels and gavels
Diamonds and Castles ,Caught up in this solution called life
When you bitch niggaz is shootin', aim right
Say goodnight to the bad guy
Last time you're gonna see a bad guy like me
I'm the last of the dying breed ,Hope these words burn your brain
Find a place in your heart ,Close my eyes and pray in the dark
Ask God what's the meaning? ,Leavin niggaz screaming
Bullet holes bleeding, I see demons
[Chorus x3]
Diamonds and Mac-10's
Di-di-di-diamonds and Mac-10's ,Di-di-di-diamonds and Mac-10's ,Di-di-di-diamonds and Mac-10's ,Tell a friend
boo_boom
Let Me See Your Hands 'Shyne'
Let's go
Shyne, pro, bust pipes get right
Bang, stop, roll head throw the dice
White Air Force Ones, monies in rubber bands
America's number one dope manTesti Canzoni
Racin through the city with Uncle Paul and Diddy
Hennesey frontin, lookin brock and gritty
Tryin to meet somethin, so I can skeeet somethin
Five with it, slide with it, P hit it, I hit it
What's it all about? Servin yea every day
We roll, send a foe mix those and bulletholes
Livin in vein, ice flowin through my veins
I'm light in the change, 'til they put it in my brain
Bulletproof sedans, rich bitches
throwin me kisses, takin my pictures
License to kill, I ain't with a lot of talkin
Try conversatin from the coffin
[Chorus 4X: Shyne]
All my niggaz wildin, let me see your hands (WHOA-O-OH-OHH)
All my bitches stylin, let me see your hands (WHOA-O-OH-OHH)
[Shyne]
Just tossed the bail so now I'm free
Bout to get in the kitchen to cook a key
Who you know that could double up like me?
The hottest nigga up in N-Y-C
I'm that nigga comin through, doin what he does
Rocks in his ears lookin like light bulbs
Desert snubs, pierce your skull
Criminal mindstate, I bring sale weight
I just happen to rhyme great, pipelines and gates
in fifty-nine states, raisin the rates
Got my mind right, like Al Pacino and Nino
I head to Capitol Hill to kidnap Janet Reno
Monster flow, words droppin and shockin
Gun cockin and poppin, somebody call Cochran
Boats of coke at the port
Import, export, have my bitches transport
Chorus]
[Shyne]
Get pussy in a bed full of dough, nose full of blow
The feds is in town I gots to get low, uhh
Pants saggin low, get at bitches like yo
Hop in the truck bitch let's go
No time to waste, nine in my waist, ready for war
anytime anyplace, fuck it just another case
One life to live and I'ma live (??)
Gettin mine, bottom line, we'll be cuttin dimes or rhymes
Cold hearts, shootouts and fast cars
'til I'm behind bars or in the graveyard
Blast a foe for capital the master flow
is masterful y'all vaginal
Bling'n hard, bracelets to the necklace
Lookin like effect (?) the flow is infectious
Pocket fills, multi-million dollars deal
Flip more bricks than Tetris, what you feel?
[Chorus] [Chorus] [Chorus] Chorus] {*fading to end*}
shyne (godfather)
What you, Uh yeah, Uh, Come on
Oh no, big Shyne Po
Back up in the motherfuckin heezy for sheezy
Gimme a tech that don't jam (bang bang)
I'm tryin to jucks some more grams and work this whole thing
My minds poisoned, corrupted and diseased
360 ki's
Money make the world spin
I make your chest smoke
Have your mother singing hymms
Particles of your brains up on your tims
Kiss you before I twist you
170 miles
Headed for disaster faster
I put it down right
Bustin off these rounds like
Real niggaz is kings
You ain't rockin' that crown right
Harder more PK watches
Topless, bitches in cars
Only meals could heal my scars
[Chorus]
Niggaz wanna rhyme like shine like me
They supposed to
Niggaz wanna bust their guns like me
They supposed to
Niggaz wanna grind like crime like me
They supposed to
Niggaz wanna mash like me, dash like me
[Repeat]
Allegations got me pacin'
Grand jury wouldn't understand my fury
For fast cars and jewelry
I could give a fuck if there's a heaven for a G
This is heaven for me
Go to trial never plea
Do a bullet and come home to the throne
I don't rhyme, I just talk about this life that's mine
I've seen niggaz die, in front of my eyes
Doin' my filth
Niggaz is expiring like milk
Different strokes for different folks
Just give me, different coke in different boats
Black Aristotle Onassis
All I see is crack addicts and automatics
You rap niggaz is faggots
Y'all cannot be serious
I'm in coupes with gucci interiors
Airin' out your areas
Tech nines, two in the flex and shit
Lookin' at myself like
Yo, I'm the best in this
[Chorus x2]
Sometimes I really wonder
What's it all about?
How many bitches can I fuck until I get out
How many ki's can I cut, guns can I bust
Wigs can I push, spots can I juck
Every single one, cuz I'm a fuckin' savage
Til I'm cremated, most hated, self made
Blood type G
All these young hustlers wanna bubble like me
They supposed to
Sippin on syrup, until I perish
Pickin' bitches off the run-way
Look forward to, gun-play
Go to sleep with one eye shut
Wake up and do the same shit
I ain't never gonna change bitch
And that's the cycle
I don't wanna be like Michael
More like Darrell Porter
Gettin' shipments at the border
Yeah, it's a wrappity wrap [Chorus x4]
michael jackson ,'ben' ,
We both found what we were looking for
With a friend to call my own
I'll never be alone
And you my friend will see
You've got a friend in me
Ben, you're always running here and there
You feel you're not wanted anywhere
If you ever look behind
And don't like what you find
There's something you should know
You've got a place to go
I used to say
I and me
Now it's us
Now it's we
I used to say
I and me
Now it's us
Now it's we
Ben, most people would turn you away
I don't listen to a word they say
They don't see you as I do
I wish they would try to
I'm sure they'd think again
If they had a friend like Ben
Like Ben
Like Ben
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