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1. _ Whoa !
Yo I'm bout on something man
When u see something ill know what I mean, that shit is whoa
Anything ill u see is whoa
Nigga have a big 6 at the club that's whoa
Especially if he got the fully equip kit on it's whoa
U know what I mean, like yo
( Verse 1 )
I had this bad bitch Uptown, she was whoa!
Had me fucked up in the head I mean whoa!
Bought this bitch diamonds and perils, I mean whoa!
Should've seen them shits shinning on her wrist, whoa!
Now money ain't a problem, see my doe is like whoa!
Pulled out my bankroll on y'all niggas like whoa!
Floss da blue shrimp from two-tenth like whoa!
Faggot wanna be my blue prints, I'm like whoa!
Had to hit the brakes on ya niggas like whoa!
Niggas getting bagged on my block like whoa!
Coming home within a half-hour like whoa!
Frontin like they had the man power like whoa!
More or less, more or so
( Chorus )
I'll rip ya torso
I live the fast life, come through porshe slow like whoa!
My niggas like doe, like dro
Nitro, my flows, nice clothes like whoa!
( Verse 2 )
Each payin with cocaine like whoa!
Now I'm doc strange in da range like whoa!
Hundred miles an hour, swithing lanes like whoa!
Plus I'm getting brain from this chick like whoa!
Nigga near lick her asshole like whoa!
See him floss bitches and bitches like whoa!
'99 Jag benz coup like whoa!
Keep them g's nines on ya blocks like whoa!
When they threw ya window bitch like whoa!
Love to see me do this shit like whoa!
Niggas put me through this shit like whoa!
So I'm a go toe to toe, blow for blow like whoa!
( Chorus )
( Verse 3 )
We bag it, then flip it like whoa!
Cars we jack it then strip it like whoa!
Fully equip it front to back that's whoa!
Spitting on fiends that come for crack like whoa!
Asking for shorts and shit nigga like whoa!
Half on his crome, now nigga that's whoa!
Flow so properly you'll see I'm whoa!
Ain't no stopping me, I'm deep like whoa!
Guns be popping B, we creep like whoa!
Hear my name in these streets it's like whoa!
Must I pound the concrete like whoa!
Till this bitch ass has defeat like whoa!
Ya man ain't whoa!
The judge ain't whoa!
C-E-Os ain't whoa!
P-Os ain't whoa!
Play y'all self I get the G.I. Joe
D-I-C, K ryders ain't whoa!
( Chorus )
Niggas getting money VA is whoa!
Bitches looking roght in ATL is whoa!
Niggas laying low in Shytown is whoa!
Bitches taking paper in LA is whoa!
Niggas stacking doe in DC is whoa!
PRDR hold me down like whoa!
Niggas in Detroit hold me down like whoa!
Niggas getting money in New Orleans whoa!
Boston and Jersey, my niggas is whoa!
Florida niggas, Philly niggas is whoa!
Tampa and Texas, Cleveland is whoa!
Memphis and Lil Rock, my niggas is whoa!
My New York niggas hold me down like whoa!
My Panama niggas hold me down like whoa!
Pampaya hold me down like whoa!
My man Dice Raw hold me down like whoa!
The whole Bad Boy hold me down like whoa!
NC, SC hold me down like whoa!
My man Buck Wild hold me down like whoa!
Allumni dog hold me down like whoa!
My man PD hold me down like whoa!
The whole JM hold me down like whoa!
Whole East Side hold me down like whoa!
My man P.I. hold me down like whoa!
( Whoa! as it fades out )
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2. _ You Don't Know Me
featuring Harve "Joe Hooker" Pierre
[Chorus-Joe Hooker]
You have never seen my face before
You don't know me
Oh, no
You will never see my face again
You don't know me
Oh, no
[Black Rob]
You've never seen the gloves of an Uptown thug
You say I move drugs, cuz my shit is unplugged
Everywhere I go, results hound our love
Black unbless them like the heavens up above
Catch me in the new wave carriage with Sinbad and Etro
The nigga is growin' H20
Got beef so I'm taking it slow, making it grow
Right now my main concern is making it blow
Guns and ammo, man, yo, you gots to understand, yo
I'm not the one that hit them with the banjo
Here y'all is, bringing my fingerprints
Up in them camaras and shit like I was ??
Ask her if she seen my face
Look- I was out of town getting cake with Moore and Little Jacob
Wasn't even out here in New York State
Trying to play me like a goat, like my name was Scape
Now you mad, son
Repeat 1
Caught a nigga sleepin' outside creepin'
We out to Mexico, fourth one filled weekend
At least I thought I was, they had the whole place strung
Still thinkin' I sold drugs, ice 'em up
Kick the door in, I find Satan
From up top, bullets soaring, but I fake 'em
I'm hard to hit, Spanish speaking chick that constantly
And Mafia connections, chopping niggas, it's hard to get
Hit me with the 411, and the gun
And the nigga hit me low, transfered funds from Big Pun
Conversation, job well done
Fuck this lifestyle now, shit, y'all do it all for fun
Rippin' the frames, got at least 20 different names
Know at least 20 different games with different lames
Not to mention liftin' Lane's credit cards and passports
Slangs and flat on ass coffins, still
Y'all don't know
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
I'm in the cell now, it's hell now, all stuffy
Seven numbers, told Harve to call Puffy
Say they got his man locked down in six-ten
Gotta get him out, not now but right now
Catch him when they shift him when they open the yard
Hurry up, before these six rounds smokin' the guard
On the humble, I'ma just wait for y'all to come through
Creat a diversion for me, I start a rumble
Holdin' me, they ain't even take my flicks
Got on Simmy's, they ain't even take my shit
Got my jewels, lend 'em right, them a be fools
On the sneak out, the peek out, had two left shoes
I'ma freak 'em, through the front gate, on administrations
Only a dust of dust, the wind, still north facin'
Straight up out a crystal face, like I'm Jason
Only a dust of dust, the wind, still north facin'
You late
[Chorus to end]
You will never see my face again
You don't know me
I told y'all it my time to shine
July 19, 1999
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3. _ Jasmine
(Verse One)
Yo had me in the LQ
Yo shit was mad bumpin
Rappers on the mic was like settin off somethin
Now parties like this yo god
I like lougin observin everything inside my surrounding
Jasmine dancin wit this non-descrip sucka
Okay cool as long as the sucka don't touch her
Nigga
Get the urge and can't control his hand
Get a body bag cause 'mauh' he's a dead man
She was coolin sportin my table
When the dance was done she like walked back to money's table
I sat there like shit I can't believe this
I wish you was there big fella so you could see this bitch
Sittin there boo legs wide open laughin gigglin smilin and jokin wit homes
Like they use to hang out real real tough
He musta had a strong rap cause Jasmine looked gased up
Sittin there played the role of a slouch
Just watchin to see how Jasmine played herself out
They sat there just talkin to each other
I thought this kid was alone he had five more brothas wit him
Wit out girl's night ain't this some shit
If she don't recognize the game they can kiss this shit
They introduced theyselves one at a time
Saw 'em say how you doin so Jasmine say 'fine'
I was laughin but there was more in store
I saw her get up and start walkin towards the front door
I rolls too god and walked right behind em
So where ever they go it won't be hard to find em
I keep a guard you now I thought I better
Plus I keep the stash deep inside the 8 pound leather
Open doors vale was on the ready
At the end Jasmine is gonna wish she never met me
We're off two cars speedin deep in the night
I'm doin 30 on the straight away 60 on the turnpike
For Jasmine
(Chorus)
Know that i've got Jasmine on my mind
Ohhhhh
Playa freeze while I pull out my nine
Know that i've got Jasmine on my mind
Ohhhhh
(Verse Two)
Word up ain't nothin changed but the weather
Still chasin them suckas in the '86 Jetta
Thinkin different thoughts still not understandin
How 7 people got in that fuckin Volkswagen
Enough of that god yo back to the chase
Yo man you should've seen the ruckus look on my face
Slowin down cruisin on the cool out mode
Then parked in front of his house on Gunhill road
Man I started to get out
Grabbed the rope and try to hang her
Before I let this posse drop shots gang bang her
They went inside man but I kept goin
Parked across the street wit out them even knowin
Got out the car still schemin the house
Tip toed around the back quiet like a church mouse
If the neighbors looked out the window
They would surely get leerly and scream like 'BAHANDO'
Police they would hold my fate
But they didn't so I creeped up the fire escape
I saw shadow's inside a bright lit room
Which appear to be two bodies dancin to a slow song nigga
I got closer decided I should check it
I saw Jasmine and one of them kids dancin buck naked
So I got the gat so I have no interference
When I make my grand appearance
For Jasmine
(Chorus)
(Verse Three)
I seen a red dot tryna lock on me
I can't believe these niggas tryna pull a pac on me
I admit they had the drop on me
Probably turned the burner around 20 degrees
So I could see
Who bust me
Who knocked me out
Who tried to choak
Who tied the rope
Who left me this bitch ass note
I'm disgusted the murder she wrote
Money she oaked all of my coke all of dope
Up in smoke
Made you follow me probably so mad you wanna hollow me
But you won't be so lucky today so swallow me
Got your GS4 and your Bently rose took all of your clothes
And 99 bottles of Mo's
What she didn't know is about the dynamite in the rose
And if I get close I'll blow her cause I got the controls
At the toll on the phone wit this bitch Nicole
Said she left you in some hotel out in the road
Room 112 penthouse sweet alumni
On the 12th floor in front of her door was one guy
On some Brandon Lee shit he wasn't handin me shit
Understand me he flipped bust the 9 and he split
Had my heat cocked busted right through the sheet rock
How'd he drop he ain't the nigga I just shot
Whas goin on all of a sudden it was nothin no jokin son
Jasmine holdin the smokin gun
By the time I realized I caught two in the chest had the vest
As I fell I'm not thinkin of death
Still fallin to a place wit more conscience though
Long enough to see her aim and put one in her throat
So I got up all shot up grabbed the Prada
Faggots probably towed my truck
You know how my luck
Hoped in bleedin to death turned left
Thought of Jasmine and how she went out to the death
For Jasmine
(Chorus)
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4. _ Muscle Game
featuring Mark Curry & Mario Winans
Yeah
Uhh, uh oh, startin to feel this, startin to feel it
[Black Rob]
Yo who these cats think they is, takin they biz
That's roun here, yo dog don't even go there
This is ours, we built this from the ground on up
Now it's flowers, I think you besta round on up
Your entourage, slim chance of y'all gettin large
It's non-cipher, that's because B.R.'s in charge
It's set here, cats is known for gettin whet here
And left here, till the cops come pick us up...
[Mark Curry]
Step in a territory that's corrupt, pushin your luck
Intrudin wishes is already sowed up, nigga fold up
You and your crew and peoples will get slain
This aint the place to try and gain fame from
You gets burnt in the streets a nigga worked hard to make
And I'll be damned if I let another brother take it
Alive for his own sake, they better vacate
Promptly, for they get they ass stomped
Listen take heed to what we sayin niggas
CHORUS
[Black Rob]
We won't lie, sometimes we stick em up
Last time it was enough though word life some hoes did em up
And nine glocks set em up
I know it was your dough, cuz I was right there when they split it up
I could tell you where to find the corpse
But that cheddar, I'm afraid dog that's gone forever
[Mark Curry]
Greed for wealth got us stingy, we got a spot that's hot
Niggas envy, the fact that we clock mad dough
They wanna see us shut down but no
I don't think so, the crew is still rakin the cash flow
For every dime bag sold on this block we want in
One slug behind the back it's under the skin
When niggas try to step to the block and bogard
We can't see it happenin, warn them first, get the fuck out of Dodge
Better believe that, test it, see if we won't put you on your back
Niggas
CHORUS
[Black Rob]
Now bein that it's all out war, I'm bringin more than that 4-4
Watch me dispose of all yall
Yall fraud ass niggas, tape me reboard ass niggas
Gun bigger than sword ass niggas
Now enter in the ring gun drawn, makin moves like pawns
Two at a time, comin for mine
Like a song nigga CBS, he cant' be serious finesse
He don't believe I keep a gun in the vest
[Mark Curry]
You think you can disgrace this empire, we built from scratch
You stupid, I wouldn't care how ruthless your crew is
We got defense on this area, try to attack
Mad niggas on the barriers that's dyin of blast back
They be no givin and no takin, definitely no breakin
Laws we lay down, here's the situation
Severe torture is what those who don't feel us face
I show no love for a punk ass nigga we hate
Try to pay me no bribe, then come up missin
Happens to hard headed niggas when they don't listen
I gave you fair warnin bout the danger you're messin with
A stranger invadin the street corners are goners
Try me, if you think it's a lie, the attitude many niggas had
But in the process many die
Fakin they can step to the block and bogard
And couldn't see it happenin, warned em first get the fuck outta Dodge
CHORUS
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5. _ I Dare You
I dare you
(Uh, Harlem Underworld)
To come against me
(Harlem Underworld)
I dare you
(Black Rob)
To defeat me
(Watch the whole thing unfold)
I dare you
(From 100th street)
To come for me
(To 200th)
You won't win
(Manhattan)
Nigga's got me sittin' on the roof
Eye trained, on scope, blessin' 100 proof
Hand on toes, 'bout to roast
Some kids who flash like they assassins
Picked up my dough and b-ked this honey passin'
Got the spot on lock
Taking flicks around the corner
She made it where the spot ain't hot
Like a potato, she got five-oh on the payroll
They sniffin' yeyo, I don't know what to say, yo
There they go in front of the store
Dressed in black shit
Some like theys are meaner
If they be hustlin' back, we'll fuck 'em
Can't even do one thing, assassinate 'em
That's it, that's all, solo
Single, no more, no less, stocks rang, yo
Money caught one in his Kangol
D.O.A. as his man made his run for the door
Caught 'em in the 'gaitor shoes his girl probably bought 'em
Too bad, Black ain't get the chance to extort him
Cuz Nigga's like that don't deserve to live
Word the myth
And we ain't got no love to give
For these drop shots who wanna be down
Wanna be clowns, the fail ones
I like how all that good shit sounds
And I dare one
I dare you
To come against me
I dare you
To defeat me
I dare you
To conquer me
You won't win
Nigga, I sleigh, you pray, kill that ass uptown
Dump yo' bitch ass back around your way
When I'm in one of those moods I can give a fuck
I mean cool, run and bungie jump off the fuckin' roof
I hear voices calling me, givin' me fits
Singing tonight's the night Black Rob, let's write these hits
In the halls of death, you get left, I'm in the top 10
Even Rocky trainer and his wife said you can't win
Scream battle, but you never fought
That's like me sayin' I got five, never ran a full court
Stab the devil in his belly, took his Pelle Pelle
Blew the spot down and slid straight to the tele
I see envious eyes, envious guys, different states
Mad we seen 'em, different cake
Rob me, tear that asshole out of place
Cuz in the end I'm the head case you gotta face
And I dare one
I dare you
To come against me
I dare you
To defeat me
I dare you
To conquer me
You won't win
It feels good not to be dealin' with petty cash
Me and D-Dot all we seein' now is ready cash
And ready ass, splash in the Jacuzzi
Honey from the movies, south notch cutie
Used to go to Harrah with D after the homecomin'
On my way from Kakalaka
Me and Merse was gun running
Musta done something all conspicuous
Eye of the tiger, I know these cats are sick of this
Ridiculous sayin' these cats don't love Black
This is Bad Boy, I puttin' it where it 'posed to be at
Lemme know where to put your rosary at
My enemies, I let 'em get a load of me gat
Fine, you don't believe Black real official
Playa way, get your ma's cake, and kiss you
You leavin', wasn't part of this plan
Understand it's all about the Bengi's man
And I dare one
I dare you
To come against me
I dare you
To defeat me
I dare you
To conquer me
You won't win
I dare you
To come against me
I dare you
To defeat me
I dare you
To come for me
You won't win
I dare you
To come against me
I dare you
To defeat me
I dare you
To conquer me
You won't win
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6. _ B.R.
f/ G-Dep
Black rob, BR
Black rob, BR
I am about to set the record straight (the world's famous)
Its 99 man time to let them know man
Verse One:
Yo aiyo yo yo
Its kill or be killed
My skillz leavin them chilled on ice
Like twice when I flash my steel
They can't touch
Won't touch
Never touch
Driving around with the toastly whip, never bust
Puffin dust like fiends
I mean I want green ya shifty
Cop the big eight fifty with the gleam
My team
Full of cut throats with enough notes to write a fuckin book
Take a good fucking look at these bad guys
Stay madd fly, madd high
In the ford expidie and I don't expect to die
On some humble shit
I am on some rumble shit
When it's on you should see the shit I come through with
If you scared by dog release the four by fours
I heard the fagot ass Don died and he shit in his draws
On the streets black good like allstate ya all fake
Just got paid but fuck it I want some more cake
Ya faith, in my hand
Now ya nervous man and drive my brains quick fast at ya service
My brother Curtis squezze gats to celliums
I make it where you can't escape the parra bedlums
I tell some, live ya life like Puff did
I did enough biz ask any body I am rough kid
Chorus:
Black Rob We Are
Black Rob uh-uh
Black Rob We Are
Black Rob uh-uh
Black Rob We Are
Black Rob uh-uh
Black Rob We Are
Black Rob
Verse Two: G-Dep
Yo, yo
I put a finger in the air
For the hearing impaired
If you're hearin this fear
Than your hearing it cleared
Man I fuck with bod, got put on the job
Don't question it to stars, I'ma put'em in saw
Straight gate
I suggest you vacate
When I shake, they feel earthquakes in eight states
Oh trait, off the Richter, drunk
Off the liquor
Shot towards you mister
Off course it hit you hard
It gets hard, I pick the card
Any card any problem I'ma hit your squad
Eyes on the shapar when I twisted god
You think you got it all together
Get it ripped apart
Man you can't stand the heat
Stay up outta the street
Nigga turn po-lice cause they shot up his jeep
I subtract like mad
Don't make me blad
So I want it all, fuck had
Don't make me laugh
By all means
Get this money its all green
It's all good
And I wished that ya'll would
Man fuck that, security told ya to tuck that
Now up that, now that you see where lux at
I got the game by the balls
And I get all calls
So if u play to much I put the shit on pause
Black Rob We Are
Black Rob uh-uh
Black Rob We Are
Black Rob uh-uh
Black Rob We Are
Black Rob uh-uh
Black Rob We Are
Black Rob
BR
BR
Bad Boy Nigga
Harlem Underworld
Alumni
The one guy
The gun die
Day one
Life Stories
Black 99
Life Stories
I'm here 1999 baby it's on
I think I'm about to feel something here
We here baby
Bad Boy
Bad Boy
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7. _ Espacio
f/ Lil' Kim
Dangerous niggas
Uhh Black Rob shit
Y'all don't know?
Uhh Uhh
Danegerous niggas
Lil Kim and Black Rob yelowman
P Diddy , the moment you all been waitin for
Murder yeah , ha ha yeah
[Black Rob]
What y'all riffin about, hang em like they did in the South
Dead wit ya dick in ya mouth
Now what this shit is about, niggas sleepin
Like I won't slip in ya house, and put my dick in your spouse
Till you get home , I'm amped like a part of ya couch
Then sit on me, that's what I'ma spit filthy
Pretty swiftly, til them coppers come and get me
Tried to tell his coward ass it's real
Actin like I can't get through that Slomen Shield
I'm a veteran, I'll take devils in front of him
Safe cracker, moved from New York to Jers
Still sending ?kites with birds?
Nothin's heard, feds wanna tap my word
Take vehicles off curbs, tools off herbs, jewels off of all you nerds
You swerve, I splurge with all yall riches
Comin to joke and blind all yall bitches
Give respect where respect is due
Keep frontin, and I'ma put the tech to you
Coward
CHORUS: Lil Kim and Black Rob
Dame espacio
Man back up off me
Dame espacio
Can I get a minute to breathe?
Dame espacio
That means give me space
Dame espacio
Damn back up off me
[Black Rob]
Like I'm just talking like I never did these things
Snatch chains and rings, teddy bears from siblings
I did things some of yall cowards might not imagine
Like run in the stores, gun drawn, spasm
Press the button bitch I'm not havin
Or it'll your ?super? employee leave in a bag and
Black wagon, bait boy I'm not braggin
It's a promise, I'll take em to school like Nastradamus
It's my thing do what I do best
Want the treasure chest, and that dough in your girl breasts
How dare you try to stash yours in your drawls
What's mines is mines, what's yours aint yours
Get his whip, watch how quickly I paint yours
Watch poppi and them, hit it up with the paintballs
Coward niggas, got the gall, thinkin I won't lamp in the hall
Like New Year's and drop the ball, bitches!
CHORUS
[Lil' Kim]
Where I come from, we all got guns
Be a hundred of yall and we still won't run
Call the cops, they still won't come
We bang on niggas like we playin the drums
These cats think they know me Black
Well I hit em over the head and say 'Homey don't play that'
Listen to they rhymes and say didn't I say that?
Damn, I'm the shit, it's like I'ma nigga they be bitin my dick
Get on some old school shit, bitch run your kicks
Go on y'all can have my flow
I extort y'all hoes for all yall dough
And by now I think all yall know
Who's the winner, still champ by T.K.O. WHAT
CHORUS
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8. _ Spanish Fly
featuring Jennifer Lopez
[Black Rob]
Yo look clown I come through to put it down
Keep thinkin that you hard take a look around
I got soldiers stationed up to bring pain
And when it go down my hoes do the same thing
We all in the same game, we all willin to bang
Ain't nobody going against the grain, so take aim
B.R.'s evasive, cut all the faces, catch all the cases, this real
You rather bet'cha life than face me
I mean I got this rap game locked with more cake than Tastee
Black the feindest, the title I hold I won't relinquish
And this type shit you should distinguish
And one phone call and I'll extinquish, I mean this you seen this
Blue steel fo-fo the caliber, Excalibur, Im'a destroy my next challenger
B. Rob high post MC, quick to spray Raid on the roach MC
So don't be apporachin me without the cross and rosary
Who this nigga 'pose to be, I blast him in the open beef
Damn Black, how you do that der?
'Cuz we..don't..care, I'll take 'em there
Chorus: Jennifer Lopez
Last night, I dreamed of some more dough
Some crystal, sixty thousand, and ten dimes of 'dro
(I'll take 'em there)
That's when I realized I'm dreaming
Too late now, guess I'll finish what I started baby
[Black Rob]
Y'all niggas heard the first verse no doubt shit bangin
Verse two make sure none of y'all left hangin
Got honies lovin this shit too, girl I'm with'chu
Long as you know my pants don't fit'choo
Money good look, understand why he shook
Shit I'm rich, face all up in the Guiness Book
Check, all the records I set, its major
Check, that the sets I wreck with flavor
Fuck that cajun, guns stay bond cock
Boiling hot, hold shit down like Fort Knox
Man, knock the rhyme unorthadox
What'cha barely understand, shit I did with the L.O.X.
Give me the props, Im tryin set a mark this year
And bring the equipment out to the parks this year
So y'all could see how it used to be
I'm lookin towards the future see
Black here to stay, its time y'all got used to me
Puff said Black ain't tryin to fit in
Up and down the coast can't count the spots I've been in
Put'cha bid in
Chorus
[Black Rob]
I hit arenas swinging notice if my name was Teddy Pender
hot beats and hot rhymes tossed in a blenda'
I want ch'all to feel hardcore, nothin tenda'
Blessed this mic for as long as I remember
Y'all can't see the Rob, uh-uhh, y'all must be stupid
If I owe Sean Combs any money then I recouped it
I looped it, this fly shit from Nebodaga
Me and Yogi and Hard Pierre from You Dont Know Me
I dare you to come against me, run against me
Use your gun against me, you finito, finished
I've seen wild cats diminished, foldin for, Bad Boy's known to ball
Internationally, I'm sayin actually
I have to be the next cat to go and sell a million records casually
So, prepare yourself for the storm, Nineteen-nine-nine its on
And I'm just gettin warm
Chorus
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9. _ Can I Live
featuring The L.O.X.
Intro: Jadakiss
Uh yeah, yeah, what what, yeah yeah, yeah, what, yeah, what
yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Verse One: Jadakiss
Yo this is a monopoly, niggaz ain't stoppin' me
And we can't lose cuz Puff set us up properly
Just won't settle for lesser, who wanna test us
We be in the 5 with the goose headrests
L.O.X. put niggaz under pressure
You shoulda knew that, it's always them new cats that'll get ya
Better start lookin at things from my angle
I'm trying to be up on the board with a triangle
Next to my name with a 10 or a 20
Now that's when you really can say you gettin money
But right now all I do is sit back and listen
To a wise young man who quickly became a rich one
Put me up on the fact that it ain't hard to get some
Chips if I just keep writing with ambition
Then I get an advance from the 5 to the 6 and
House with 2 kitchens, diamonds, plenty women
Built-in pool to swim in
But the plan is to start from the floor, and raise it up
Then you hit'em in the head 'til your days is up
You blazin' what, playboy you frail and butt
You know when Bad Boy drops, all your sales is cut
Chorus: Black Rob
Can I Live, no one man can stop me
Can I Live, no front-line can block me
Can I Live, its enough base for all of us
Can I Live, without the names they calling us
Can I Live, no one man can stop me
Can I Live, no front-line can block me
Can I Live, or do I gatta bring it to these kids
Can I Live, if I don't live nobody lives
Verse Two: Styles
Time is money, money is power so I'm sour
22 feelin like I've wasted every hour
Of my life, shoulda been had a million in ice
High as a kite, feeling the flight
Turbulence, once in a blue moon I had a dream of fly shit
Hanglide to the Alps with this fly chick
Condo in Fresno with the lesbo
And the honey that she hit know how to stretch blow
They know that I'm Styles they respect the flow
Why don't y'all let a nigga live and help him make a decimal
Truth will set you free what will a lie do
Niggaz say I'm God but I be gettin' high too
Can't love the money like the niggaz beside you
Cuz when the paper gone...you gon' slide too
Niggaz wanna ball, but got to fall to rise
While the world spins around they wanna stall they eyes
Close they ears my nose makes me oppose my fear
Cuz I can smell hell
Before I sell rat I'll catch a shell farewell
Niggaz will never tell
Their man that I was pussy
Unless they got a gun, and I ain't got one, I might let you push me
Chorus
Verse Three: Shiek
I pray to God to promise me, before I see the pearly gates
To let my whole team be straight, mansion no Section 8
Puttin' pressure so that I can make this bed
Got 2 mattresses now all I need is the spread
With like 4 pillows so my seeds can rest their heads
You think platinum is enough, nah Sheek want more
Tryin' to sell more than Tickle me Elmo in the store
Italian cuisine, Linguin. while my diamonds like-SHING
So when I move at night-time you might think it's light-NING
Just throw me the ball once and I'll tell you no lie
Shiek gonna show you money, like Jerry McGuire
It's a thug thing, L.O.X. product thing, conducting
Anything for chips while you sit and blab your lips
In the restaurant taking tips while Sheek on trips
Logos on our ships bustin' at the eclipse
While im pissy, spittin' up Crissy in the water
But you can do that for money, when 100's like a quarter...
Chorus
Verse Four: Black Rob
This is to my AK tollas, money bill foldas
Bambin soldiers, whips wit big motors
On the low for years, the Feds can't decode us
We bust rounds, all you gotta do is load us
My night time prowlers, and grimmey after hours
Karl Kani, Mumalo wear, Eddie Bauers
Flippin cake niggaz, who strip and take niggaz
Upstate niggaz, my Crystal Lake niggaz
We gonna hold it down if we gotta shake niggaz
And make niggaz do what we say, or break niggaz
Survival of the fitist, it ain't me cause I did it
Now you see me shinnin 2 mill with my diamonds
And I owe it all to heart grimmin
Don't mean i'm gonna stop climbin, 9-9, it's good timin
I salute my thugs, who rock
With the drugz and switch gunz, and pay 30 thou for the slum
Make it happen, I swear to God if I don't make it rappin
I'm clappin, extortin, and robbin niggz cribs and contactin
Can I live...
Can I Live, no one man can stop me
Can I Live, no front-line can block me
Can I Live, or do I gatta bring it to these kids
Can I Live, if I don't live nobody lives
Can I Live, no one man can stop me
Can I Live, no front-line can block me
Can I Live, its enough base for all of us
Can I Live, without the names they calling us
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10. _ Life Story
the world aint no diffrent now
the world aint no diffrent now...
never had a dime
my life a crime
had be when i was nine
mom drunk off of wine
ran with all kind her mind stayed wit the stooper
till a point she paid no mind to the supper
stay mad but stay fronting with smiles
stayed on the groung once and a while
first day of school
never had nutin to style
mister colondre stressin i aint comin in a while
it was a bummber
rocking the shit i rocked all summer
on the first day i was feeling some kind of way
and she wasnt trying to do nutin
you would think for the sake of the kids she would enroll in school or
something
now i kno then was even harder
especially for a single mother
raising me with no father
shit living up in this tentament
eating stale m and m's
talking wild shit to spanish imigrants
i speak in codes
man to sivrence
always quiet then ben dichon to my madre
even thought she did nutin for me
acknowledge me as i run down my life story
you dont kno how crazy it is outside
i die inside
oh ive cried oh ive cried
do you forgive me?? do you forgive me??
check the skit
no body never gave me shit
if anything a nigga frame me and make me get
3 to 6 my first bid
no doubt up in sparfard
had to be 12 son had to make a profit
remembering robbed my moms wit no guilt
eating pork and beans or corn flakes wit no milk
in school i smacked cats in a hurry
moms didnt care she was getting drunk wit misses berray
on the first floor
i used to thrist for greenary
picking pockets wit seth and jay from hundred and sixth street
yo fuck home
im tired of geting punched in my dome
tired of this faggot ass nigga moan
thats when i started roaming
my hustling game is deep
cats ya heard
ran from san fran to manhat tan to newburg
Notorious tell ya friends spread the word
glorious my life story is obsurd
chorus repeat 2x
home from elmira
got a little writer
im gonna keep it real still a scheme man coniver
recognize the struggle live it like a thug do
hatred in my heart but inside i love you
see no matter what i will extend my arms to hug you
knowing i am just like you, i am like the double
all i wanna kno is how u pound me down
yo this shit is real and u realy jerked me around
but any way i am geting paid wit puff now
i can cop u a house i can send you some stuff now
so many levels jail take you
i appreciate jail because it made me appreciate you
ive been through fire and birth stone
used to be ???? not i cop the gem stone
i remembered when you rushed me
the time you said you should of flushed me
i forgive you ma trust me
chorus repeat till end
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11. _ Whoa!
[black rob]
Yo i'm gettin ready to put y'all up on somethin man
(what's goin on yo)
Yo, when you see somethin ill (uh-huh)
Knahmean? that shit is whoa (that's what whoa means)
Anything ill you see is whoa (uh-huh)
Nigga have a big 6 at the curb that's whoa (okay?)
Especially if he got the fully equipped kit on it; it's whoa
Like youknowhatimean? like yo..
I had this bad bitch uptown, she was whoa!
Had me fucked up in the head i mean whoa!
Bought the bitch diamonds and pearls i mean whoa!
Shoulda seen them shits shinin on her wrist, whoa!
Now money ain't a problem, see my dough is like whoa!
Pulled out my bankroll on y'all niggaz like whoa!
Floss the blue shrimp from two-tenth like whoa!
Faggot wanna peep my blueprints, i'm like whoa!
Had to hit the brakes on y'all niggaz like whoa!
Niggaz gettin pulled on my block like whoa!
Comin home within a half an hour like whoa!
Frontin like they had the manpower like whoa! more or less
More or so, i'll rip your torso
I live the fast life, come through in the porshe slow like whoa!
My niggaz - like dough, light 'dro
Nitro, might flow, nice clothes like whoa!
{*inhales through nose*} ease pain with cocaine like whoa!
Now i'm doc strange in the range like whoa! (they don't know me)
Hundred miles an hour, switchin lanes like whoa!
Plus i'm gettin brain from this chick like whoa!
Finger near a nigga asshole like whoa!
Scene floss riches and bitches like whoa!
Nine-nine jag benz coupe like whoa!
Keep them cheese lines on youe blocks like whoa!
Grenade through your window bitch, like whoa!
Love to see me do this shit, like whoa!
Niggaz put me through this shit, like whoa!
So i'ma go toe to toe, blow for blow like whoa!
And rip your torso
Live the fast life, come through in the porshe slow like whoa!
My niggaz - like dough, light 'dro
Nitro, might flow, nice clothes like whoa!
We bag it, then flip it like whoa!
Cars we jack it then strip it like whoa!
Fully equip it, front to back, like whoa!
Spittin on fiends that come for crack like whoa!
Askin for shorts and shit nigga like whoa!
Half on his krunk, now nigga that's whoa!
Flow so properly you'll see i'm whoa!
Ain't no stoppin me, i'm deep like whoa!
Guns be poppin b, we creep like whoa!
Hear my name in these streets it's like whoa!
Must i pound the concrete like whoa!
Fill his bitch ass, head to feet like whoa!
Your man ain't whoa! the judge ain't whoa!
C.o.'s ain't whoa! p.o.'s ain't whoa!
Play y'allself i get the g.i. joe
D-i-c, k riders ain't whoa!
I'll rip your torso
Live the fast life, come through in the porshe slow like whoa!
My niggaz - like dough, light 'dro
Nitro, might flow, nice clothes like whoa!
Niggaz gettin money in va is whoa!
Honies lookin right in atl is whoa!
Niggaz pimpin hoes in chi-town is whoa!
Bitches takin paper in l.a. is whoa!
Niggaz stacking dough in d.c. is whoa!
P.r. d.r. hold me down like whoa!
Ballers in detroit hold me down like whoa!
Niggaz in new orleans gettin money is whoa!
Boston and jersey, muh'fuckers is whoa!
Florida niggaz and philly niggaz is whoa!
Tampa and texas, cleveland is whoa!
Memphis and lil' rock, my niggaz is whoa!
Panama niggaz they hold me down like whoa!
My new york peoples they hold me down like whoa!
Bad boy nigga, word is bond we whoa!
Alumni bitches, word is bond we whoa!
N.c, s.c., motherfuckers is whoa!
My nigga buckwild, word is bond he whoa!
Uhh.. and that's just how the story go..
And whoever i forgot on this shit is, whoa!
Aww man, whoa!
Eighth street, life stories (whoa!)
P.d.p.r., that nigga..
The beat i got from big buckwild is whoa!
That nigga black rob on the mic is whoa!
My whole fuckin flow on the mic is whoa!
{*music fades*}
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12. _ Lookin' At Us
[black rob]
Yo, yo
Nobody knew where he came from, or got his name from
All we know is he killed keith with the same gun
He used on terrell, tone from outta jail
Now he we livin and makin a lotta mil
Watch that cat, send thugs to stop that cat
But niggas like him always got the gat
Gotta take 'em off, gotta play them all real soon
Call them hoes we hit in cancoon, get them a room
At the radison over madison
I'm imaginin somewhere down the line im'a have to use my gat again
I'm alright with stayin up all night
And puffin dark chocolate trees til the dark turns light
That nigga seen us, you actin like there's no beef between us
Act like, he ain't got cream swayin the dope fiends around the co'na
You ?fucked my man? he got me on'na
Whole 'notha level, money grippa's a gonna'
Chorus [black rob & cee-lo]
Aiyyo, i seen how them niggas be lookin' at us
Actin like they wanna do som'thin to us
Cee-lo, black rob just can't be touched
I'll negotiate the matter in gats he trust
In the club one night, war spittin at us
In the corner sippin drinks on some real hush hush
Yeah, i seen how them niggas be lookin' at us
Aiyyo, i seen how them niggas be lookin' at us
[black rob]
Made them hoes approach duke on some "how ya doin shit"
Small talk made 'em walk out, thinkin with his *silence* (sho' man)
Just like i thought, he about to get caught
They goin all out in the backseat suckin 'em off
Cee-lo, stay close dogg, we ain't tryin to lose 'em (alright)
Only thing on my dome is what i'm gon' do to 'em
He killed keith, i knew that playa since he was small
When he used to ball, and mess with polly down the hall
Now he ghost, and this crab niggas to blame
Gotta ?fuck him? with his name, im'a put in his brain
But slow down, he's pullin over, park right behind that nova
If duke wake up, put 36 in his rover, cut the motor
He tryin to draw attention to us
This ain't the time baby boy, this is about to blow up
Syncronize ya rol' up, we got one minute to rock it
Murder's a hard job, but somebodies gotta stop it
Chours
[cee-lo]
Just off the plane on a new york vacation 'ang
Come on, lets get gone, nigga its on a gang
Swervin in the rain, and workin the woodgrain
We did about two ?????next lane?
Now feel the pain
And if its affectin you it involves me in it
And its all great 'cause i get on a niggas ass in a minute
We've established innocence, this benz ain't rigged
Its easy, accelerate and make those twenties rotate
Even the corner cowboy ??? hennesy straight
Satisfaction, in the midst of all the interaction
I sense tension, here
And some nigga over there's givin us his undivided attention
Aiyyo rob yo, is that this nigga (who?)
Is that this nigga that been 'round here fuckin with'choo?
Want you want me to do?
Who you want me to run over, and run through?
With my gun drew, and unleash my wrath upon you
We can battle, but nigga, but pay for the bad news is true
This nigga done did somethin that he can't undo
And anybody who came here with him deserves one too
Is it true fuckin up my good clothes on you, scandalous hoes
I suppose these bullet holes make ya widow keep the casket closed
How you kids gonna get gay back to you, thats how it goes
Cee-lo, black rob, goodie mob, bad boy, down south
Up top it gon' stop
Chorus x2
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13. _ Thug Story
[Black Rob]
Heeeeeeerrrreeee we go...
Once upon a time not long ago
when I was outta town movin work with Zo
I used to bring my nigga B.R.
and niggas with the burna's holdin' down B-R
There lived a jealous kid that was mislead
by anotha jealous kid who wanted me dead
(He said) Me and you are gonna push this rock
Once we kill Rob we takin over the block
They did the job, but didnt suceed
When I got up off the ground niggas couldnt believe
They started bustin and'a bustin filled my ribs like crusting
had the vest on so it didnt mean nothin
One kid grabbed a tech and started sprayin erratic
But he fell, two slugs from my semi-automatic
Ran two blocks there was cops all over
Then I dipped into the building ???
Banged on the door of apartment 83
Some lady start screamin like she was afraid of me
Ran to the roof like 'Fuck that sista'
Ask an old man 'Can you help me mista?'
Got to the roof clutchin my four-four
open up the door, yo guess who I saw (Who?)
Black and ?Deaf? now, ain't this proper
Guns drawn full of ??? toward the helicopter
Escaped alive but my ribs was shattered
Body all battered, and clothes all tattered
Deep in my heart I wanted revenge
but I let the shit slide til I saw 'em again
Pulled out my guns and released a clip (And)
Thats the way I gotta end this shit
He was only one fiend, tryin to live a thugs dream
Slugs to the chest, shoulda heard him scream
Now this ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
'Cuz anyone of us could catch the blood bath
Straight an' narrow is how niggas should live...live
Good night...good night
Knock 'em out the box Black
[Black Rob]
I just woke up in pain, my ribs broke up
Wifey on the side like Justin, shes kept the hope up
All thats on my mind is revenge revenge
Justin and a few dogs kicked the door of the hinge
Go with the drawers on, man its cold as shit
Had the mag by the table, nigga hold this shit
He was one stupid nigga tryin roll for 'Delph
Not knowin that he might get killed himself
Now wifey being trained by the F.O.I.
It was horrible, stabbed the otha cat in his eye
he was screamin tryin grab her actin like he had to have her
Swept him off his feet but got sliced with the dagger
Well in these times, well atleast to me
No true niggas rollin come in sets of three
And they won't stop rollin til you let them see
All the permanent scars that the tech nine leaves
Barely out the crib caught one in the leg
Couldn't even get my ??? had to leave 'em for dead (Damn)
That's cold, yeah I know, but the cold in the streets
the one who escaped is the one holdin the heat
Before I breeze grab coke out the freeze
By the time y'all hear this I'll be somewhere in Belize
With some bad asian chick layin between my knees
While I'm blowin off some trees, pumpin B.I.G.'s
Greastest hits, this was my latest shit
Watch how niggas act when they play this shit
This a lesson, shits for real no dressing
No ?lip? infestin, crab cats I'm addressin
Bad Boy, the 44 Mag, fresh off the rack
All you cowards and nasty ass hoes step the fuck back
This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
'Cuz anyone of us could catch the blood bath
Straight an' narrow is how niggas should live...live
Good night...good night
Knock 'em out the box Black
Thats right
Black Rob, the craziest presentation
All you bitches
Bad Boy, Life stories
Alumni
Crumbs, crumbs
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14. _ Lookin At Us
featuring Cee-Lo
[Black Rob]
Yo, yo
Nobody knew where he came from, or got his name from
All we know is he killed Keith with the same gun
He used on Terrell, Tone from outta jail
Now he we livin and makin a lotta mil
Watch that cat, send thugs to stop that cat
But niggas like him always got the gat
Gotta take 'em off, gotta play them all real soon
Call them hoes we hit in Cancoon, get them a room
At the Radison over Madison
I'm imaginin somewhere down the line Im'a have to use my gat again
I'm alright with stayin up all night
And puffin dark chocolate trees til the dark turns light
That nigga seen us, you actin like there's no beef between us
Act like, he ain't got cream swayin the dope fiends around the co'na
You ?fucked my man? he got me on'na
Whole 'notha level, money grippa's a gonna'
Chorus [Black Rob & Cee-Lo]
Aiyyo, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us
Actin like they wanna do som'thin to us
Cee-Lo, Black Rob just can't be touched
I'll negotiate the matter in gats he trust
In the club one night, war spittin at us
In the corner sippin drinks on some real hush hush
Yeah, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us
Aiyyo, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us
[Black Rob]
Made them hoes approach duke on some "How ya doin shit"
Small talk made 'em walk out, thinkin with his *Silence* (Sho' man)
Just like I thought, he about to get caught
They goin all out in the backseat suckin 'em off
Cee-Lo, stay close dogg, we ain't tryin to lose 'em (Alright)
Only thing on my dome is what I'm gon' do to 'em
He killed Keith, I knew that playa since he was small
When he used to ball, and mess with Polly down the hall
Now he ghost, and this crab niggas to blame
Gotta ?fuck him? with his name, Im'a put in his brain
But slow down, he's pullin over, park right behind that Nova
If duke wake up, put 36 in his Rover, cut the motor
He tryin to draw attention to us
This ain't the time baby boy, this is about to blow up
Syncronize ya Rol' up, we got one minute to rock it
Murder's a hard job, but somebodies gotta stop it
Chours
[Cee-Lo]
Just off the plane on a New York vacation 'ang
Come on, lets get gone, nigga its on a gang
Swervin in the rain, and workin the woodgrain
We did about two ?????next lane?
Now feel the pain
And if its affectin you it involves me in it
And its all great 'cause I get on a niggas ass in a minute
We've established innocence, this Benz ain't rigged
Its easy, accelerate and make those twenties rotate
Even the corner cowboy ??? hennesy straight
Satisfaction, in the midst of all the interaction
I sense tension, here
and some nigga over there's givin us his undivided attention
Aiyyo Rob yo, is that this nigga (Who?)
Is that this nigga that been 'round here fuckin with'choo?
Want you want me to do?
Who you want me to run over, and run through?
With my gun drew, and unleash my wrath upon you
We can battle, but nigga, but pay for the bad news is true
This nigga done did somethin that he can't undo
And anybody who came here with him deserves one too
Is it true fuckin up my good clothes on you, scandalous hoes
I suppose these bullet holes make ya widow keep the casket closed
How you kids gonna get gay back to you, thats how it goes
Cee-Lo, Black Rob, Goodie Mob, Bad Boy, down south
Up top it gon' stop
Chorus x2
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15. _ I Love You Baby
Black Rob & Puff Daddy
Verse One: Black Rob
I met her uptown on Dikeland, to heighten
Talkin that, how she only dealt with businessmen
Niggaz baggin joints, money off and on the books
The ones who stand firm like ain't, nuttin shook
about them, I doubt them cats waitin for me
You know them niggaz, them big dudes across the street
She say, 'Yeah, they from over on Mayfair'
Bullets from out of nowhere, told her to stay there and duck down
I hit the ground but managed to pull a piece out
This bitch over them with them pointin the chief out
They want beef out here, they gon' get it
in the worst way, I'ma show em how Black play
Roll the dice, fuckin with me is like snake eyes
I break guys, sit back and watch my cake rise
It's all about the Benjamins, true that be the motto
Ran out of ammo and started, throwin bottles
Runnin, and I ain't lookin back for shit
Crooked ass bitch, today I get you back for this
(I'll get you back)
Chorus: repeat 2X
I love you baby No you don't
You drive me crazy That's right
I'll never betray thee Uhh
I love you baby C'mon
Verse Two: Black Rob (starts rapping during the chorus)
Yo since the last altercation I been goin to street
Seein honey at the club ery week and I speak
I'ma rock that ass to sleep before I strike
I ain't know the real deal until last night
How, one of them brothers was locked with bankroll
Used to call my crib to see seventy-four
Kick rhymes over the phone for hours he had the dac
babe bro told him, 'You wanna get money, see Black
when you get home', we never had chance to get up
And wouldn't have, if his gun had left me hit up
He'd explain how his whole crew was slappin honey
Besides all that, she owed them cats a lot of money
Funny how it's a small world, baby girl
Youse about to get, fucked with no jail
I'ma sit back and watch this cake finish bakin
And plan your extermination, word
Chorus
Verse Three: Puff Daddy
It took a while to peep your style, Miss I-be-in-workin
Low profile single, house in Staten Island
and Manhattan while, them same cats
you sent to get me boo, is on they to get you
Fuckin witchu, that small time crack dealin nigga
He a bitch too, they gon' bust his shit too
Shit's real, you think you gonna set me up
And get away scot free without some type of injury
Nah kill it, I'ma flip the script on you
Same thing you did to me, I'ma do it to you
Who knew she was the female Rambo
Fill one of they chest with four soon as he came in the door
Life is out, snuffed all they mans in
In the end, she had to be the Last Bitch Standin
Not for long the buck the forty-four strong
Just like that she was gone, now it's over
Assumin I'll go back to my everyday life
Of a rich millionaire just rockin the mic
Gotta pause, and think about honey no doubt
and admire how the chick went out
Chorus: repeat to fade
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