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Текст песни:

[Busta Rhymes]
Yea, I know it′s kinda cold outside
Bring your nasty ass inside
("Eddie you should know better.." - [C. Mayfield])
Play yourself a dark corner motherfucker, yea
("Brother, you know you′re wrong.." - [C. Mayfield])

Come on, can′t stop, won′t stop, rockin′ for you niggas
′Cause I rep the street and Johnnie Cochran for you niggas
And I, got a state gun cockin′ for you niggas
(twenty-one) legal (gun) shots

[Rah Digga]
Poppin′ for you niggas
And I, blow tones, more force than cyclones
Shit is on everytime I catch a Ron Jones
Thug bitch, rock boots and hoops with rhinestones
(Got the) key (to the) city and (run the crime zone)

[Busta Rhymes]
Now come on, take something, shake something, break something
Stop, close your shop, you niggas ain′t sayin′ nothin′
Niggas be frontin′ and knowin′ they ain′t really weighin′ nothin′
Betta (stop) ′fore we (pop) and really (get to sprayin′ something)

[Busta] Flood it up
[Digga] Whip it up
[Busta] Smoke it up
[Digga] Blooded up,
Niggas straight tryin′ to brake, I tell ′em shut it up,
I spit the ill for real, ain′t nothin′ buttered up,
(Flipmode) doin′ it (everybody) love it up

[Chorus]
East coast, what up? West coast, what up?
Midwest, what up? Dirty South, what up?
All my chickenheads, put it in your mouth,
It′s Flipmode, better stay up in your house
All my thugs, what up? Thug bitches, what up?
Street niggas, what up? Stack riches, no doubt
We got the block locked take another route,
It′s Flipmode, better stay up in your house
My niggas HOOK

[Rah Digga]
Dirtiest, wordiest, Jersey it′s wetter than a mile
I stalk like pedophiles, no body get′s saved when I bless the child
Gettin′ (eight) like (snapper) you too fessed to vow

[Busta] Hold up
[Digga] Run on
[Busta] Get up
[Digga] Come on

[Busta Rhymes]
Ahhooo!
And put every single nigga where I′m from on
(Bitches) all in the (spot) go head (and get your) fun on
(Niggas keepin′ it) movin′ (go head) and get your (thug on)

[Rah Digga]
(What on) earth possesed y′all to try a lil′ (drunk) lil′ (high)
Big heads in the sky make (niggas) straight (cry)
Without Mo′ and Dry, take it down (homeboy) got bigger fish to fry
Fuck that (Other nigga) Rush that (sucker nigga)

[Busta Rhymes]
Niggas love the way we sound up on another Digga
(Hot D) but I got another younger brother bigger
(Digga) pass me the Henny so I can take another swigger

[Chorus]

[Rah Digga]
Switch it up like Ak-Nel
Why you hit a dry spell,
Cats like you get no reply on the Skytel
(Hate y′all) Raps like Eminem hate Britney
(Bonafide) MC (Who) fuckin′ with me?

[Busta Rhymes]
Top niggas better give props nigga
(′Fore you get dropped) fuck around and get your shit popped nigga,
Flip-flop niggas, you could (really get your shit mopped)
Or left to lay up in a pit stop nigga

[Digga] Spillin′ it
[Busta] Feelin′ it
[Digga] Killin′ it
[Busta] Come on!

[Rah Digga]
The hardest MC don′t want flex no more
(Make it hot) everytime I rock, rest assured
Shit′ll have that (who could rock) the raw best award, nigga

[Busta] Look it up
[Digga] Cook it up
[Busta] Shook it up
[Digga] Book it up

[Busta Rhymes]
When we (rock) you shouldn′t watch (promoters) nook it up
(Raise the level a little) you know (my niggas) took it up
(In and outta big) figgas while me and (Digga) cook it up

[Chorus]

@ Busta Rhymes

Текст песни:

Uugh, yeah yeah here we go y′all
Here we here we here we go y′all
Busta Rhymes Flipmode y′all
Yeah yeah y′all extinction level event shit
Bomb threat to the whole world
What what what is going on
What the fuck going on here
Check it out yo
Holy amazing grace about face
Total erase you niggaz off the face of the place
Such a shame I had to go grab the calico
Pass the dough before you find out what I had to blast you for
Extreme laws for ones who did try to go against this
Wet your shit up like a sloppy tongue kiss
But don′t know what you talking about
Without a doubt where my live niggaz give me a shout
On the strength shit niggaz check for
Connect the four shots and guess who blew it from next door
Time after time we gonna shine again
Feel it like a broad getting fucked from behind again
Ay yo, I be the closest thing to the next
Like the pain and suffering of about a million deaths
I′m only here to present
And bring the impact of the extinction level event
Sing the song of salvation

La la la la laaaa la la
(What y′all gonna do where the fuck you gonna go)
La la la la laaaa la la
(Where the fuck y′all niggaz gonna run
Where y′all niggaz think y′all running to son)
La la la la laaaa la la
(Bomb threat to the world
What the fuck going on with y′all niggaz out here)
La la la la laaaa la la
(We are now a soldier at dawn
Of glory emergency motherfuckas)

Yo, disregard your whole assignment
Crooked ass nigga need some realignment
Now all refinement
Crazy shit that do make me wanna know where my mind went
Blacking out building hostillity getting violent
Straight giving niggaz an ass whipping on consignment
Then I bust your shit ′til the day of my whole retirement
Shaking and rattle like we ready to battle
Fight seeing at every angle like a motherfucking satellite
Quickly bust up your crotches and fuck up your process
Bouncing in like even saying adios or even buenos notches
Have y′all niggaz wildin having a fit
Flame throwing lyrics like a bunch of blowtorch in this shit
Grand spectacular, chainsaw massacre
Thug fanatics street shit that be on the creep coming after you
Then we hit you with the most significant time bomb
Ready to designate at the slightest wave of a white arm
Best form of advice I could give is remain calm
The repercussion is something you could never imagine would be going on
Never believe in your eyes
When my squad some through at an astronomically large size
Moving the mountains
Keeping all of my niggaz bouncing
Big up my bitches in the place who be screaming and shouting
I′m only here to present
And bring the impact of the extinction level event
Sing the song of salvation

La la la la laaaa la la
(Once again as we welcome all motherfuckers in the world)
La la la la laaaa la la
(To experience the extinction level event)
La la la la laaaa la la
(The dawn of global emergency)
La la la la laaaa la la
(The moment where we all come together as one unison)
La la la la laaaa la la
(And completely dominate all global events)
La la la la laaaa la la
(We about to completely destroy all the whack bullshit)
La la la la laaaa la la
(That we got going on in our every and any reach)
La la la la laaaa la la
(All my live niggaz all my live bitches its motherfucking on)
La la la la laaaa la la
(As we enter the new millenium with this rap shit)

@ Busta Rhymes

Текст песни:

[group speaking in a a different language]

[Intro: Busta Rhymes: (talking)]
See we, we about to take it where
Where it all started
We gonna take em′ back
Busta Rhymes now, Flipmode now
My nigga Fingaz now
Check it, yo

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Uh huh, Busta Bus is back in this bitch, holding the spot
Puttin all the pep all in your step now we controllin the rock (Yeah My Nigga)
See how we comin be loadin the docks
Floatin and simply stockin the goods that we makin you flop (Ay yo)
See now we thicker and we be makin you sicker
Stuck like a bumper sticker from how we be dropping it quicker
For all these niggas that be riding and whippin in their truck (Crash)
And buyin another one and do not be givin a fuck (What!)
Flipmode (Yes) cause we knowin we comin to get it
Gather around all my niggas who that be already to set it (Set it)
Fuckin and just break them off, let the women just shake it off
Got them bouncin to take it off for me, Check it!
Cause i′ve been double dutchin and dosey-do′ in on music way before
A lot of these new niggas could figure then pattend all on my flow
Peep on how we coming to rip it and know we gonna wet ya
And rep for my niggas cause I′m coming to get ya
I said...

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Guess who′s comin?
With brand new fire to satisfy all the people in the street when it drops
(Let′s Go)
Now!
Let me see all the people with me let me see your hand high
let me know you up in the spot (Ay yo I′m sayin)
Everytime we givin you music we give you the kind of music
that makes you bang it loud on your block (C′mon C′mon)
This is to know when I′m comin I′m comin to make you wyle out in the
place that makes you get up and wanna HOP! (Let′s do it)
Go head and HOP!, Go head and HOP!, Go head and HOP!
We past makin them bounce, Go head and HOP!
(C′mon just do it) Go head and HOP baby!

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
Now you know it we comin to kill you niggas for shizzle
Makin these bitches wanna shake it and we just makin them wiggle
Capitalizing off on the music that be we be keepin coming
Have you niggas really spazing and blackend out in their stomach (Hey bebe)
There′s no mistakin you know we makin you bounce
Takin the unforsaken approach the way we be takin out
Scrapin these niggas and breakin their pockets to chase them out
Suddenly call your bitches to see just how they just makin out
Fuck it, we kick the bucket and to continue to stake them out (Ha)
And in back of the crib is where we will be makin out
Puting some shit together make it so you could all attend
Welcoming you and my nigga so we can break your pocket again (Oh Oh)
Niggas flossin and tossin their drinks like they all in the place
And leave the niggas the (?) until they catch one all up in their face (Huh)
Y′all know we′ll spray y′all niggas and know we gonna wet ya
And rep for my niggas cause we comin to get ya
I said...

[Chorus]

@ Busta Rhymes

Текст песни:

[Busta Rhymes]
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna

[Busta Rhymes]
Act a fool you better watch out (uh-huh)
Hot shit be bringin the cops out (c′mon)
Street niggaz is ringin them shots out

[P. Diddy]
Short circuit and blacken the blocks out
Now open up the garage and pull the drops out
Rockin the fur coat bringin the blue fox out

[Busta Rhymes]
Diamonds light up the block, runnin the blue rocks out (uh)
Whylin till all of my crew knocks out (c′mon)

[P. Diddy]
Get yo′ ass up on the floor

[Busta Rhymes]
Huh, throw ya hands if you wan′t some more (ho!!!)

[P. Diddy]
Baby, wiggle your crotch out, huh
And peep the way we be blowin them spots out

[Busta Rhymes]
C′mon, look how we got ′em ready to act out
Girl, I′m ready to give it twistin your back out (let′s go)

[P. Diddy]
Drink yack till a nigga fallin out

[Busta Rhymes]
Flat on his back now watch a nigga crawlin out, talk to me

[Pharell]
I said Busta (whassup son?)
You leave them girl rollin... and it look like (c′mon)
They asses is swollen (and they ass gettin big now)
But if your man babysittin (uh-huh) then what you gon′ say?
(What we gon′ tell ′em man?)
We gon′ tell that nigga
(Pass the Courvoisier)
We gon′ tell that brotha
(Pass the Courvoisier)
Everybody sing it now
(Pass the Courvoisier)
Everybody sing it now
(Pass the Courvoisier)
Everybody sing it now
(Pass the Courvoisier)
Waah oooooooooooo oh!!

[P. Diddy]
Girl, you need to shake it off

[Busta Rhymes]
Too much hair on your cho-cha

[P. Diddy]
Then shave it off

[Busta Rhymes]
C′mon, jump smack yo′ ass and break it off

[P. Diddy]
And if it′s too hot for y′all?

[Busta Rhymes]
You need to take it off (that′s right)

[P. Diddy]
In case you ain′t knowin niggaz we on a roll now

[Busta Rhymes]
Diddy, like we done stumbled on a pot of gold now, c′mon
Food spillin all out (yeah) of the bowl now, huh!
Money thick, get harder to fold now, c′mon

[P. Diddy]
Ladies tell me if you′re feelin (alright)

[Busta Rhymes]
And are you sure that you up for doin it (all night)

[P. Diddy]
I like this

[Busta Rhymes]
Listen, before you ass bet, nigga
We wreck shit and we ain′t even blacked yet (c′mon)

[P. Diddy]
Niggaz all around and police rapidly shut down the block

[Busta Rhymes]
And the club ain′t even packed yet, c′mon
Nuff drinkin at the bar hold it down whylin out
′til the club is closed down, talk to me

[Pharell]
I said Busta (whassup son?)
You leave them girl rollin... and it look like (c′mon)
They asses is swollen (and they ass gettin big now)
But if your man babysittin (uh-huh) then what you gon′ say
(What we gon′ tell ′em man?)
We gon′ tell that nigga
(Pass the Courvoisier)
We gon′ tell that brotha
(Pass the Courvoisier)
Everybody sing it now
(Pass the Courvoisier)
Everybody sing it now
(Pass the Courvoisier)
Waah oooooooooooo oh!!

[Busta Rhymes]
(JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna

[Busta Rhymes]
Rob a bank my nigga, cash rule

[P. Diddy]
Bust it, let′s get this money and act like a damn fool

[Busta Rhymes]
Fuck it, act stupid and jump in the damn pool, huh!

[P. Diddy]
Bone bitches and me and they man′s cool

[Busta Rhymes]
C′mon, shit I′m sayin, just put your bank up, nigga
Put me and Diddy together you bankrupt, c′mon

[P. Diddy]
Fly niggaz we full of finesse y′all, yeah!

[Busta Rhymes]
Me and my niggaz is fittin to bless y′all - c′mon
Don′t talk about it, be about it, SHUT UP!!!
Live niggaz come and be around it, WHATTUP!!
C′MON; rep to the fullest now, huh!
These niggaz ain′t knowin how we gon′ put it down - c′mon
Cock, aim and shoot

[P. Diddy]
to spray it down

[Busta Rhymes]
Steamrollin you niggaz

[P. Diddy]
and lay it down

[Busta Rhymes]
Niggaz frontin with they thug image

[P. Diddy]
but we pay them no mind

[Busta Rhymes]
Now drink until the bottle finished, talk to me

[Pharell]
I said Busta (whassup son?)
You leave them girl rollin... and it look like (c′monn)
They asses is swollen (and they ass gettin big now)
But if your man babysittin (uh-huh) then what you gon′ say
(What we gon′ tell ′em man?)
We gon′ tell that nigga
(Pass the Courvoisier)
We gon′ tell that brotha
(Pass the Courvoisier)
Everybody sing it now
(Pass the Courvoisier)
Everybody sing it now
(Pass the Courvoisier)
Waah oooooooooooo oh!!

[Busta Rhymes]
(JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don′t this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)

@ Busta Rhymes

Текст песни:

Yea, Hmmm
Alright now
Yea
After the ultimate world blast that ended all things
this is how we rebuilt shit from the underground up

Bounce nigga bounce bounce bounce nigga bounce bounce
When I come THROUGH, hit y’all with the one TWO
Break y’all niggas that y’all niggas won’t even know what to DO
Break fool, make all y’all people wanna come TO
Feel the force of my shit kickin’ like it was Kung FU
Blast THROUGH, don’t these corny niggas harass YOU
Set a tone in the streets where even the fans blast YOU
Ask YOU niggas, do y’all really want the brand NEW?
Corny niggas just finish your time and over pass DU
HE HA What HO, think it’s way pass your CURFEW
Hit you with some shit that make doctors come have to nurse YOU
YOU YOU YOU
I’m rollin’ with my whole CREW
Bounce threw niggas when ever we surround YOU
Flipmode role THICK, and you know we don’t QUIT
Hit you with some more HITS that make y’all wanna
go SHIT SHIT SHIT
YO make y’all niggas jump BACK
Hit that hurry and pass the rest of the weed BLACK

Chorus(2x):
Rep my crew yo, Flipmode hit you off
YO Y’all know what to do ok, TEAR DA ROOF OFF
OFF OFF OFF, TEAR DA ROOF OFF, YO
Y’all know what do I’m sayin’ TEAR DA ROOF OFF

One more time I hit y’all with a crime
WHILE I be in my rhyme I hear that a drop of a dime
WILDIN’ all in my Tim BOOTS
Now we stackin’ mad LOOT
Everybody holdin and 21 gun soLUTE
Anyway any HOW, I’ma give it to you NOW
You ain’t wildin my nigga, that is something I won’t ALLOW
One Two Three Four, I be knockin’ at your DOOR
Hit y’all niggas with an effect that y’all never felt beFORE
OR leave you with someMORE freaky dicky metaPHOR
Rep for all my niggas who stay reppin’ the hardCORE
Slug it out, bugging out, all off my niggas THUG IT OUT
Tired of all these weak niggas now I’ma RUB YOU OUT
Yo, what you talkin BOUT, make y’all niggas scream and SHOUT
Yo, we bout to blast you out the spot my nigga no DOUBT
DOUBT DOUBT DOUBT
Yo you know we always stay ON
Keep wildin’ before you know it the entire day is GONE
Left RIGHT left, YO no ned to hold your breath
YO, better chill your body up while we beat you to death
DEATH DEATH DEATH DEATH
Blast you right threw your chest
YO you know we runnin’ shit and we never settle for less
YO

Chorus(4x)

Yea motherfuckers
Flipmode Squad eternally imperial, powerful, universal
Flipmode Squad, from the underground up motherfuckers
Always remember that
From the underground up
We gonna rebuild this whole shit

@ Busta Rhymes

Текст песни:

Verse 1:

I′m a natural born killa that′s born to rise
Flipmode is the squad so it′s no surprise
Niggas want to advertise about how we get down
You fuck around leave your body in the lost and found
How you like me now?
We got the industry on lock
The world is on shock
I′m a take a piece of the rock
Yo, you feel it in the heart when we took you to the park
Midnight after dark, I′m the raider of the lost ark (ark echo′s)
Now na na na na na na, nana nah
Super size, super size, right before your eyes
I bring in treats like giant sweet potato pies
Wise, sword shift and I spit on flies
Killing all the tips from studio spies
Head to bed, beddie bye, beddie bye
Don′t ask why, we′ll take your ass to paradise
Flipmode′s the squad don′t rest, don′t try
Peace to my people in the friendly sky
Peace to my outer space ties
I′m in leather like the ladies
Bigger than crack in the 80′s (80′s echo′s)
Drive the buggy I Mercedes
Blow up like C-4
Got so much to live for
Can′t play the game no more
Pick up the cain no more
Brothers ain′t the same no more
Try to sweat me, what am I aiming for
Get yourself caught up
Faggot ass tore up
In the worst way, the only way you can stop me
is cock your glock and shot me
Drop me, pop me, make sure you that you got me
Cause anytime I live I′m comin back to find you poppy

Chorus:

What y′all niggas wanna do?
Yo we can take it outside
Ya′ll niggas want something?
Yo we can take it outside
What y′all niggas wanna do?
Yo we can take it outside
Ya′ll niggas want something?
Yo we can take it outside

Verse 2:

Push up in the hot rod, alley cats a rah rah
All my flipmode in the backseats with chrome nods
Hear to bust mine
Nigga frat child let his brain fry
Pretty boy sliced up philly contact from his red eye
You failed to realize when you macks me you drop the plastic
Run up in your crib, now you heat me from the mattress
My crew expanded, QB is where we landed
Yellow strip you crossed it
Now I′m forcing you to drink this champotion
Show me were loaded
The desert eagle hear it cockin′
Lovin my doggie
While we shinin′ continue flossin
Steppin on toes I crush the whole shoe
Pronto like Cru till I′m Triumphant like Wu
The shit you talkin crazy like niggas turnin in their hand guns
I be burnin mc′s like betty grandson
Smokin grey poupon boy
Two lines, I chew rhymes and make niggas fall like they was futons
All day outsiders, this squad be flipmode
We get a dick rode a whole shitload

Chorus


Verse Three:

We the official g-u-rilla to lead militias
Stack peelin, americana
Spit sentences like one of missy wanna′s
Reminisce the promise
Bring drama like Nicaragua
Fatigues march, army leaders, they count crooked drug dollars
And sip fresh squeezed milk from the titties of llamas
Leave cities in carnage
Prettiest farmers that pour whisky at harvest and hold 16 guananas
Maintain, maintain, maintain
I pray like Gussalini Zion fists
Try on this, you can′t see me like vagina lips
Smugglin diamond chips, bubblin anonymous
The dominant will resource and count script crews and world wars
(world wars echo′s)
Yo, you better practice what you preach, I got 7 MC′s
And 10 g′s, I′ll show each
Never interfere and shit, souvenirs for your ears and shit
Clear poetry like William Shakespeare and shit
Word is bond checkin me out
Hey what you talkin about
You lost and walkin about
Niggas got beef they want to say and start talkin it out
Hey, oh my god, y′all nigga be buggin me out
Wish they could lay me down and have the police start chalkin me out
Now I zoom in on you and my niggas start stalkin you out
Chuck down that bullshit that you be callin about
This one′s for my people and my niggas up North
The ruler shit dynasty but Flipmode finally come fourth
Exports and imports hittin you with flavors of all sorts
My squad comin through, chop off your ear

@ Busta Rhymes

Текст песни:

[Da Hustla:]
Yea, You just a Performer, I was on the corner grindin the packet,
I′m a Ryder, If there′s drama, I′m Palmin the Ratchet
And You could find me In traffic, I′m in the streets,
10 Years ago I was Movin like 10 a Week,
You just a family man, Tryin settle down,
You on parole, So you scared to hold the metal now,
You moved away from the hood, I′m in the ghetto now,
Yea, I grip pipes, I jus like how the metal sound,
I got the metal now, Nigga, I ain′t never scared,
How the Fuck You run Philly and You ain′t never there,
And I ain′t never feared nuttin but god,
You went to jail, came home and ain′t do nuttin but Hide,
But Fuck it, I′m a Ride, I Mite startin sparkin the H,
I send rap Cats to God like Mase,
And like the car accident, I′ll put another scar on your face,
But when the 5 Clap, You ain′t gone Survive that!

[BARS:]
Oh, You ruthless? The record I′m a Hustla Stupid,
Cause Jay Made more off the record than You Did,
And Swizz made more off the record than You Did,
So You did somethin for nuthin you doofus,
I′m to sick for, any nigga with 2 lips,
And 1 tongue in his mouth, I talk to slick,
You only got a few hits and a couple fans,
And I could probly get you bodied for a couple grand,
I caught a murder, attempts I had a couple man,
But I could knuckle man, and knock you out with a couple hands,
Every bar I spit raw like a couple grams,
You the Hustla, But I′ll show you how to hustle man!

[Da Hustla:]
Look, I′m a Give this guy an aplause,
But It′s alota lies in alot of his BARS,
Cause I′m a hustla, I sold Pies of the Raw,
Plus, the hustla gon ride if it′s war,
But You the type of boy that′ll hide if it′s war,
You the type′a boy that never come outside if it′s war,
So, you a nut to me, You know you can′t fuck with me,
And BARS you was locked up on protective custody,
You like my son, but I don′t want custody!
You a mut to me, I′m a Pit, And You a pup to me,
You in the street cause you beat the case luckily!
But You ain′t tough as me,
I′ll burn You like a dutch-a-tree!

[BARS:]
You a snitch, You a rat, You a sing, You′ll hold the note,
I sold the coke, or smoke weed till I′m comatose,
I live by the rules, I was schooled by the older folks,
I was showed the ropes by the cats that was holdin toast,
Lords knows even goons get the holy ghost,
Yea, I believe in christ but I′ll still squeeze a pipe,
And I don′t even need to write, Or switch the flow,
You niggas know I ain′t MURDA FLUKE or Cysi-Ro!
I′m way sicker yo, So who ever supposed to be nice get 2 choices, the toast or the knife!
And if you think you a hustler, then You the one smokin the pipe, Cause you ain′t never sold no coke
in you life, Trust me!
You must be given money away if you got 20 strips all doin 20 a day!
Cause You ain′t worth shit, You went gold on your first disc,
And I′m a Hustla sold less then your first shit!

@ Cassidy

Текст песни:

[CHORUS]
I′m hungry (What?!) I′m hungry (What?!)
I′m hungry (What?!) I′m hungry (What?!)
I be out there in the street ′cuz I gotta eat
My mom gotta eat, lil′ brother gotta eat (Talk to ′em)
I′m hungry (What?!) I′m hungry (What?!)
I′m hungry (What?!) I′m hungry (What?!)
I be out there in the street ′cuz I gotta eat
My squad gotta eat, baby mother gotta eat

[VERSE 1]
I refuse to go back to bein′ broke again
I′d rather load the toast wit the shells and sell coke again
Rather put the blow on the scale and sell dope again
Rather put the dro′ in the L and inhale smoke again
I refuse to go back to bein′ poor again
I′d rather sell dimes outside of the corner store again
Put the guns up and run up in the corner store again
Rather take my gat to Iraq and go to war wit them
I refuse to go back to bein′ down again
I′d rather walk around all day wit the tre pound again
Hop out on a clown wit the K and spray rounds again
Get you dug up out ya grave and laid down again
I refuse to go bak to no dough again
I′d rather go to my young boy that grow dro again
Then make a young boy strip wit the 4-4 again
I even make my bitch strip and then go-go again

[CHORUS]
I′m hungry (What?!) I′m hungry (What?!)
I′m hungry (What?!) I′m hungry (What?!)
I be out there in the street ′cuz I gotta eat
My mom gotta eat, lil′ brother gotta eat (Talk to ′em)
I′m hungry (What?!) I′m hungry (What?!)
I′m hungry (What?!) I′m hungry (What?!)
I be out there in the street ′cuz I gotta eat
My squad gotta eat, baby mother gotta eat

[VERSE 2]
I ain′t tryna go back to livin′ gutter man
That′s why I′m stackin′ this cheese to feed my mother, man
Plus I got a step pop and a little brother, man
And I still gotta take care of my baby mothter, man
Now I′m signed some cats is not actin′ right
They be thinkin′ I′m stackin′ ′cuz I be rappin′, right?
When you dead the bread can′t bring you back to life
But I got family to feed and they got appetites
So I ain′t tryne be ridin′ on the bus again
Workin′ a 9 to 5 that′s why I′m husslin′
Got rhymes line for line, man I′m crushin′ ′em
This little 9 of mine, man I′m bustin′ ′em
I gotta stay on my grind ′cuz I ain′t eatin′ right
Got bags under my eyes ′cuz I ain′t sleepin′ right
Even if I ain′t beefin′ I gotta keep the pipe
You got cake, I′mma eat a slice, nigga!

[CHORUS]
I′m hungry (What?!) I′m hungry (What?!)
I′m hungry (What?!) I′m hungry (What?!)
I be out there in the street ′cuz I gotta eat
My mom gotta eat, lil′ brother gotta eat (Talk to ′em)
I′m hungry (What?!) I′m hungry (What?!)
I′m hungry (What?!) I′m hungry (What?!)
I be out there in the street ′cuz I gotta eat
My squad gotta eat, baby mother gotta eat

[VERSE 3 (Swizz Beats)]
Man I′m just like a dude in the crib wit no food in the fridge
(Talk to ′em...I′m hungry!)
And I′m just like the guy that you saw that was robbin′ the store
(Talk to ′em...I′m hunngry!)
And I′m just like the dude on the block that be movin′ the rock
(Talk to ′em...I′m hungry!)
And I′m just like the hustlin′ cat that be bustin′ his gat
(Talk to ′m...I′m hungry!)
That′s why I do what I do
You would too if you knew what I knew
I cop ostriches, got beef like sausages
And I′m hungry as a hostage is (Real talk)
So I′mma keep sellin′ coke to ya
′Cuz niggaz gotta eat in the street, it′s like a little Ethiopia
That′s why I be out here in the street
′Cuz ′till the day I die, man I gotta eat

[CHORUS 2x]
I′m hungry (What?!) I′m hungry (What?!)
I′m hungry (What?!) I′m hungry (What?!)
I be out there in the street ′cuz I gotta eat
My mom gotta eat, lil′ brother gotta eat (Talk to ′em)
I′m hungry (What?!) I′m hungry (What?!)
I′m hungry (What?!) I′m hungry (What?!)
I be out there in the street ′cuz I gotta eat

@ Cassidy

Текст песни:

[We loved each other because]

On s′est aime a cause, a cause de l′ete
Qui peignait tout en rose, l′amour et la cite
A cause des grands reves que nous avions batis
Autour d′Adam et d′Eve et de leur Paradis

[We loved each other because, because of the summer
That painted everything pink, the love and the city
Because of the big dreams we have built
Around Adam and Eve and their Paradise]

A cause de l′ambiance, du lieu et du moment
Et des lambeaux d′enfance, colles a nos vingt ans
On s′est aime a cause, a cause, a cause, a cause

[Because of the ambiance, of the place and of the moment
And of rags of childhood, stuck to our twenty years
We loved each other because, because, because, because]

Mais maintenant, vois-tu, on ne peut ignorer
Qu′il nous faut voir un peu differemment les choses
On s′est aime a cause, il faut s′aimer malgre

[But now, you see, we can′t ignore
That we need to see things a bit differently
We loved each other because, we have to love despite]

Malgre, malgre la pluie, tombant sur nos etes
Malgre le ciel de suie et les jours sans clarte
Malgre tous les grands reves dont on est revenus
Comme Adam et comme Eve du Paradis perdu

[Despite, despite the rain, falling on our summers
Despite the grey sky and lightless days
Despite all the big dreams we have returned from
Like Adam and Eve of the lost Paradise]

Malgre les clairvoyances de nos coeurs indulgeants
Malgre l′accoutumance tissee au fil des ans
On s′est aime a cause, a cause, a cause, a cause

[Despite the perspicacity of our indulgent hearts
Despite the habit built up with years
We loved each other because, because, because, because]

Mais maintenant vois-tu, on ne peut ignorer
Qu′il nous faut voir un peu differemment les choses
On s′est aime a cause

[But now you see, we can′t ignore
That we need to see things a bit differently
We loved each other because]

A cause de l′ambiance, du lieu et du moment
Et des lambeaux d′enfance, colles a nos vingt ans
On s′est aime a cause, a cause, a cause, a cause

[Because of the ambiance, of the place and of the moment
And of rags of childhood, stuck to our twenty years
We loved each other because, because, because, because]

Mais maintenant vois-tu, on ne peut ignorer
Qu′il nous faut voir un peu differemment les choses
On s′est aime a cause, oh! il faut s′aimer malgre

[But now, you see, we can′t ignore
That we need to see things a bit differently
We loved each other because, we have to love despite]

Malgre beaucoup de choses
Mais maintenant vois-tu, on ne peut ignorer
Que l′amour se transforme et son apotheose
C′est quand on aime a cause, a cause des malgres

[Despite many things
But now you see, we can′t ignore
That love transforms itself and its paramount
It′s when we love because, because of the despites]

@ Celine Dion

Текст песни:

Вот Под Сто:

Slim
Мы любим молча, не замечая мелочей.
Мы тот тип людей, которым нужно больше.
День или ночь , сейчас мы не знаем точно.
И каждый новый день - это проверка на прочность.
Выше громкость - мой голос и этот битос.
Заходи в гости. Понял о чём я?
Белым по чёрному, тут видимо есть чё.
Сделай один звонок, увидишь, всё будет чётко.
Ты знаешь, кто я. Я знаю центр города.
Знаю, кто есть кто, и что, где за сколько.
Было время застоя, и я знаю, стоит
Среди этих построек вписать себя в историю.
Мы любим сцену и Mic, и знаем цену того, что имеем.
Я не знал, но навреное верил, что-то в куплетах этих.
Эти слова всё ближе. Через тыщу, пару дорог будут не лишними.
Мы не барыжим, Хватает с того что мы пишем.
И где то на высокой крыше пускай нас ищут.
Ведь мы, походу, подняли эту планку выше.
Но, вкладывая душу, мы что-то мутим дальше.

И я могу поспорить, и дать процентов под сто ,
Что мы построим то, что ни строил никто.
Ц. А. О. Начало было дано.
Я здесь давно, и, поверь, надолго.
И я могу поспорить, и дать процентов под сто ,
Что мы построим то, что ни строил никто.
Ц. А. О. Начало было дано.
Я здесь давно, и, поверь, надолго.

Guf
Эй братка, постой, куда спешишь?
Сделай пятку, задуй в обратку.
Не туши. Ты чё, бежишь уже?
Ладно, давай чеши.
Это чё, всё в натуре мне?
Спасибо от души.
Я на том же месте, в седьмом подъезде.
На седьмом этаже, там же, где и был раньше.
Хочешь ко мне придти, но прости.
Тебя не пустит Тамара Константиновна.
И вроде всё нормально, всё, так как надо.
Я знаю, в конечном итоге победит правда.
И все эти люди дойдут до сути как не крути.
И если чё, им шепнут эти трамвайные пути .
Не попади под лопасти, послание всем берегам .
Подарков ждут все, даже Китайская стена.
Всем привет от района Замоскворечья,
Пока не поздно, давайте там в темпе, если есть вопросы .
Вечером как обычно на подоконнике
Гарик и поника и минуса Слимуса
Щас ещё подставлю сюда рифму
Колю дворника
И всё будет заебца, два икса.

И я могу поспорить, и дать процентов под сто ,
Что мы построим то, что ни строил никто.
Ц. А. О. Начало было дано.
Я здесь давно, и, поверь, надолго.
И я могу поспорить, и дать процентов под сто ,
Что мы построим то, что ни строил никто.
Ц. А. О. Начало было дано.
Я здесь давно, и, поверь, надолго.

Птаха
Наши темы неоднозначны.
Микро, зажигалка, пару сигарет в этой белой пачке.
Nasty Nuts в тачке, строчки на бумажке
Простой карандаш идея в голове
Сердце в панике, кашель Гарика
В небе тучки, не вижу ваши ручки
Девочки, мальчики, замуты переулочки
Кепки, белые тапочки, ёу, красные шапочки
Это примерно часть того, что хотим донести до вас.
Пьём виски с колой, шарим в нете, не терпим лести.
Носим Tribal, знаем себе место.
Раскатываем тесто, за неделей неделя.
Дни льются потоком, рисуем на лице морщины годами.
Но мы остаёмся теми, кем и были.
Там же на площадке с пивком на районе со своими парнями.

И я могу поспорить, и дать процентов под сто ,
Что мы построим то, что ни строил никто.
Ц. А. О. Начало было дано.
Я здесь давно, и, поверь, надолго.
И я могу поспорить, и дать процентов под сто ,
Что мы построим то, что ни строил никто.
Ц. А. О. Начало было дано.
Я здесь давно, и, поверь, надолго.

@ Centr

Текст песни:

(feat. Slim Thug, Trae)

[Chorus]
we hear em talking dine
but we still
on the grind
crawlin′ slow
tippin′ dine
but we do it for h-town
we back up on the rise
feeling good
feeling fine
poppin′ trunk
tippin′ dine
but we do it for h-town
tell them boys its time to lay it dine
tell tell them boys its time to lay it dine
cause we do it for
cause we do it for
cause we do it for h-town
tell them boys its time to lay it dine
tell tell them boys its time to lay it dine
cause we do it for
cause we do it for
cause we do it for h-town

[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Even after the Ozone Awards is over
We still feeling like aint nobody colder
Still throwing twenty inch swangs on the Rover
Candy like they dated twenty fifth of October
Told ya′ll to chill wit that instigatin′
You say you from the H and its instant hatin′
We started the trend you imitatin′
These swangas and voughes these isn′t daytons
Seen us doing it in Harlem Knights
Say we do it big then you boys is right
Spending more dough than you saw in ya life
And that′s just what ya boy spent on the dice
Instigatin′ you instigatin′ we gon′ hold it dine yea ya′ll see
Hate won′t ever live as long as me
End of the bullet where the karma be
Why you wanna try to come talk to me
Try to ask me if Rick Ross still a G
Journalists need to get up off my D
Him and E-Class always kept it real with me
The rap game looking so childish lately
Told me the industry is bound to break me
Can′t let the fakeness dominate me
Step up in the streets say its time to pay me
Aint never been a friend of the industry
I aint never been a friend of the gimmicky
I aint never been good with the chemistry
But let me tell ya′ll clowns what its finna be
Texas aint as hot as it was so they say we aint as worth as much
Ringtone rappers actors dancers trappers they just outworking us
50 Cent working way harder baby
and Lil Wayne was working harder too
all of us was getting street paper but that was way before Carter 2
if you from Texas and a Screw head when I wrote this Verse I swear I thought of you
another clique should′ve came behind us we already showed what working hard
would do payed the price to live the major life but when we hear the hate we tell
boys to chill
Bun B the main Texas rapper holding Texas up right now for real
Pimp passed we should′ve learned from that we ought to all be helping Bun
rep the trill
Rep the swangs
Rep the paint
Rep the bang
Rep the grill
Seen Pat in a red Lincoln seen Slim Thug in a photo drop
So I had to chop off the roof take a picture of that and call it photo chop
Been riding clean
Since Rodney King
Martin Luther Dream and chrome monoblocks
All of us been repping Texas baby one thing I know is that it sho′ don′t stop

[Chorus]
we hear em talking dine
but we still
on the grind
crawlin′ slow
tippin′ dine
but we do it for h-town
we back up on the rise
feeling good
feeling fine
poppin′ trunk
tippin′ dine
but we do it for h-town
tell them boys its time to lay it dine
tell tell them boys its time to lay it dine
cause we do it for
cause we do it for
cause we do it for h-town
tell them boys its time to lay it dine
tell tell them boys its time to lay it dine
cause we do it for
cause we do it for
cause we do it for h-town

[Verse 2 - Slim Thug]
H-Town nawfside
That′s where the boss ride
Haters get ya mouth wide
Ya insides outside
Talking down on my side
Naw we don′t play that
Where you say that will be the same place you lay at
We been sipping drank by the pint since way back
We been candy paint on them 4s since they made that
Hop up in my fly ride watch the top lay back
Rather flip a drop ′Lac before I flip a Maybach
Wonder why I say that
I′m so hood
And it aint shit better than this leather and the wood
Got my diamonds looking good and my hand on remote
And I′m tucked in that buck while I float like a boat
Looking clean like soap
Diamond rope on my throat
And I′m feeling presidential please vote for the hope
If we vote for ya hope
Please answer one note
Let us get in mo′ dough
Everybody going broke

[Chorus]
we hear em talking dine
but we still
on the grind
crawlin′ slow
tippin′ dine
but we do it for h-town
we back up on the rise
feeling good
feeling fine
poppin′ trunk
tippin′ dine
but we do it for h-town
tell them boys its time to lay it dine
tell tell them boys its time to lay it dine
cause we do it for
cause we do it for
cause we do it for h-town
tell them boys its time to lay it dine
tell tell them boys its time to lay it dine
cause we do it for
cause we do it for
cause we do it for h-town

[Verse 3 - Trae]
King of the streets no days no sleep
Paint wet as hell with reptiles on the seats
Trunk got an attitude yelling out when it speak
Pissed off the top it been lost for a week
Slab looking like Shaq by the way it post up
Guaranteed to hit haters no less than close up
Niggas mad cause the south done rose up
Like Yao Ming big swangs on trucks
Find me in the hood on a couple of blocks
With a couple Aks and a couple of Glocks
No work in the trunk for a couple of stops
Duffle bag when I pay away a couple of cops
I dedicate this to Hawk and Pimp C
Moe and Fat Pat, Screw and Lil E
I rep them the same way I rep TDC
If it wasn′t for them then what would I be
With diamonds I′ma stay shining bright
H-town all day and all night
I chose the pace to come take the throne
Cause some of these niggas aint living right
We slowed up shit and we changed the game
Copped the old school and we changed the frame
And wave the trunk that reads ′I Am the H′
Anything you saying you better change ya name

[Chorus]
we hear em talking dine
but we still
on the grind
crawlin′ slow
tippin′ dine
but we do it for h-town
we back up on the rise
feeling good
feeling fine
poppin′ trunk
tippin′ dine
but we do it for h-town
tell them boys its time to lay it dine
tell tell them boys its time to lay it dine
cause we do it for
cause we do it for
cause we do it for h-town
tell them boys its time to lay it dine
tell tell them boys its time to lay it dine
cause we do it for
cause we do it for
cause we do it for h-town

@ Chamillionaire

Текст песни:

[Chamillionaire]
Industry is saying that boy got skills
And the streets is saying that boy so real
Who that boy trackin that boy Chamill′?
Always give you somethin that boys gon′ feel
"Try to give you somethin that you boys gon′ feel" [X4]

[Chamillionaire imitating Young Jeezy]
Yeeeeeaaah!
Still in the streets, still stickin to the plan (plan)
All this ice on me, got a frosted out hand (hand)
White coloured Lam′ lookin like a snowman (man)
Hundred karat chain, see the neck, they like "Daaaaamn"
Cheah, y′all know me
Eff the industry, I′m still the same old G
Serve to the streets till you lames O.D.
Mixtapes like crack, the next thang′s on me

[Chamillionaire imitating Jim Jones]
Some of them be talkin but snitch is what we call ′em (snitches)
I be gettin gwop way from Houston down to Harlem (Harlem)
We twenty deep if it′s a problem
Don′t want nothin truly cause they thinkin we gon′ rob ′em
And you know how we be mobbin
Police lady talkin bout the trouble that we causin (keep it movin)
You gon′ have to keep it movin darlin
And we gon′ keep on doin what we doin and what we causin

[Chamillionaire imitating Lil Wayne]
Yeah! Young Millionaire, they can′t deal with this swagger
Feel the banana, will squeeze the hammer
I see your forehead, it will see the handle
Will eat your money, will feed your ama-
amal, Rambo, I will enjoy
I am nutting if she′s slutty just like (?) and Joy
Programmed to kill, get beat, I destroy
Whatever to get the money, little duffle bag boy

[Chamillionaire imitating Plies]
Dope boy, gotta feel me, I′m real tight
Doin what I really say I do in real life
Cheque got the chain homie, this some real ice
A hundred and fifty K for it, that′s the real price
Bust it baby, wanna give me in her living room
Making music for the hustlers and the real goons
Let ′em know, album bout to hit ′em real soon
All you rappers gon′ have to make a little room

[Chamillionaire imitating E-40]
I don′t know what the problem is, pockets thick as a hippopotamus (hippopotamus)
Breezy lookin in the dash of my drop top, tryna see what mileage is (the mileage is)
She done flunked about fifteen somethin colleges
Your opinion is irrelevant as a XXL columnist
So tell that breezy she better be a skater (skater)
She′s best to get up out of here cause the pimp like me won′t date her
Uhhh, I′m a pimp, you the one that paid her
Pullin off in my scrape and it black on black like I′m Darth Vader

[Chamillionaire imitating B.G.]
Hopped off the porch and homie didn′t like that
So now I roll solo and don′t even like cats
Chain lookin frozen, I′m showin a icepack
Loyal to the streets, I hand you the mic back
I put down my pistol and boy they get slapped
But it ain′t even fun cause I know he won′t fight back
Cain′t leave the streets, they love me just like crack
I′m like Uncle Sam, yeah homie, I like that

[Chamillionaire imitating Rick Ross]
Other rappers just be havin million dollar thoughts
I′m a rapper that can pull a million out my vault
Do it like boss, don′t matter what the cost
White on white Phantom, sittin fat, I gotta frost

[Chamillionaire imitating Rich Boy]
Nobody sellin that, record labels fallin back
Back off in these streets, show ′em how to get a stack
Show these other rappers and these fun trappers how to act
Throw-throw some D′s on it and put some more on top of that

[Chamillionaire imitating Snoop Dogg]
She approached me, I ain′t approach her
I had a forty-ounce on my coaster
You know I want to hit that west coaster
Candy car blue, that′s the Hou on my roadster
And the same color on my low-low
Got a couple homies with that chronic for the low-low
For sho′ though, and I ain′t with the snitchin, that′s a no-no
That′s why I′m ridin solo and I′m lookin out for popo

[Chamillionaire imitating Bun B]
I′m off the metre, they want me to let ′em know what′s the deal (deal)
Cause I′m a Texas player that′s only gon′ keep it trill (trill)
You ain′t gotta look for no longer, the trill is here (here)
No need for falsifying, them fakers gon′ disappear (disappear)
Probably shouldn′t give a trill rapper the mic
Cause he gon′ kick that realness and trill ish that they like (like)
And the street credibility gon′ match to the hype (hype)
Talkin bout you keep it gangsta, only happens you might

[Chamillionaire imitating The Game]
I′m an N.W.A., no manners and bad grammar
Surrenderin for what? No wavin the bandanna
Tell the tool man how I handle the damn hammer
Try to punk me and I′m breakin that man camera
Just tell MTV to send a doctor the bill
And if the bill make it there, you′ll need a doctor for real
Keep a chopper on his seat to keep a watch on my wheels
Mashin in the Lamborghini like the cops on my heels

[Chamillionaire imitating Jay-Z]
I ain′t even writin homie, I just press record
And all you say is great before I make it to the course
Hear your little voice tryna make a little noise
Till I let you little boys see my picture in the Forbes
Tell Forbes to get it straight
Cause they gon′ have to account for what I do with the tapes
I never bounce a cheque, I don′t even bounce to the bank
G5 everywhere, get a million miles on a tank

[Chamillionaire]
Industry is saying that boy got skills
And the streets is saying that boy so real
Who that boy trackin that boy Chamill′?
Always give you somethin that boys gon′ feel
"Try to give you somethin that you boys gon′ feel" [X4]

[Chamillionaire imitating The Dream]
Shawty rock to the beat for your boy
Shaw-ty, do it
Ay-ay, got a fleet full of toys
Whole bunch of blue whips
Gettin cheddar, cheddar, cheddar
I be gettin cheddar, cheddar, cheddar
You know I be grindin, grindin, grindin daily
Grindin, grindin, grindin daily

@ Chamillionaire

Текст песни:

Часть 1:
Я и мой друг Сергей Мешквайки и Браз работаем в цирке
Он помидорка я циркуль мы клоуны(клоуны...)
Браз Нисцентов на арене мы в костюме оленей
Пьём веленья мажем тела вареньем как нам завещал ещё ленин
Мы не новое поколение мы лишь выкидыш милениума
Едкая смесь спеси ереси лени слов Карелиной
Да мы злые и голые сидим рифмуем глаголы
Не берём в голову вкалывая кубик галоперидола
Мы не попадаем в бит но при тесном в контакте с клитором
я приношу радость а браз приносит смех видимо
Мы идиоты в свитере но не кретины из питера
И радуем всех стоит лишь с нами испить
Наши ноздри перекидывают комки летнего снега мы не негры,не некро
Не бэкхэм катаем у дайма на бэках
Наша пара с мишей цель щит но каков колорит сравните
Нас насом без пизды на репит
Мы не делаем бомбы но заявляем вам с опломбом
Что вы тромбы в органах смеха
Бегите от нас к катакомбам
Мортал комбат начался мы не рифмуем квадраты рифмуем ромбы
Танцуем румбу у капы верим в то что мы роботы
В Новосибирске после Урбании я щупал живого Влади
Он мне показывал видео где он в спортивном наряде
Двухметрового Змея танцует под народные песни
Я понял мы с Бразом не самая смешная хуйня
А мы не делаем рэп как каста
Мы не делаем рэп по госту
Мы в атласных штанах с Лампасами косим под касту
Проходим кастинг в шапито и мастер-класса от браза
Стираем кластеры мозга молчи мудак

Припев:
Этот бэттл дешёвое шоу шуты бьются за шур под мишурой
Дешёвых шуток смешнее смешного чет
Этот бэттл дешёвое шоу шуты бьются за шур под мишурой
Дешёвых шуток смешнее смешного браз
(2 раза)

Панда эстет теперь вы мои кровники,смертники
Я сделаю всё чтобы вы сдохли со смеху
Я не мр.Хайд а браз не мр.Нойз
Но всё серьёзно мы уёбство баттла
Как Владимир Козлев время позднее
Мы веселим толпу,мы бесим судей воруем рифму у панды
Руки,сруки дальше,фальши
Пока мы косим под Кобзона,Нигатив с гастролями по зонам
Несёт смех и радость пацанам реальным
От наших созвучий пучит хлеще чем во время путча
Мы под питчем напичканы кучей пачек жевачки
Не обессудьте сударь но мы созданы по сути чтоб смешить судей
И нести радость сукам по будням
Я В этом бэттле как бэнтли
Ты в этом бэттле как БэтМэн
Не нужная хуйня скажи же Витя
Чет ты смешной!!

Браз В этом бэттле как бэнтли
Ты в этом бэттле как БэтМэн
Не нужная хуйня скажи же Леша
Браз ты смешной!!

Я расскажу вам тайну нам ни к чему панчлайны
Мы абоненты билайна,и имеем рингтоны от дайма

Часть 2:
Панда парень пойми что ты даун
Ты фауна палбер я мальбор ты денди
Амёба ты бейби убей себя рэпер
Пока не задействован в рэпе
Паскудная суть твоя судишь как сука
Пойду супротив тебя сударь
И вскоре уволят на форуме форварды
В норы потащят куски твоей туши
Тачмахал-тачмахал
Ты нахал иди нах
Я твой дабац ебал,ты скоро сдохнешь мудак
Мы с бразом делаем жарко в арках,в парках,в барах,на лавках
Несём смех и радость ты гавкаешь шавка,как жирная каша панда
Я видел клипы дабац,ты бородатая блядь
Ты хуже гапа мудак,я твоя в жопе игла
Я слушал песни дабац это дешёвый закос
Ты не bob marley мудак браз твоя в жопе игла

@ Chet

Текст песни:

Yeah, yeah. This for my ballers world-wide, state to state,
City to city, ballers ballers. Let′s do this, dirty.
Remix. You know, Ching-a-ling.
You know how I do it: representing St. Louis.
Put your hands up, put your hands up.

[Chorus - Chingy]

I′m a baller (baller), highroller, baby.
Where the ballers at?
Shotcaller (caller), driving chickens crazy.
Where the shotcaller′s at?
You a hater (hater), why you trying to play me?
Where the ballers at?
Fake player, afraid I′ll take your lady.
Where the shotcallers at?

[Verse 1 - Chingy]

I got the pots up in the kitchen,
I′m just a baller pitching-in my division.
Yes, me coming, some people be like dissing
My 26 rims like full moons, they be glistening.

So yes I got my eye for these chicks when I′m dishing.
The critics be talking, I walk past and start hissing.
Looking at my wrists, and shooting them balls in Detroit like I play for the
pistons.

Baby if you listening, I′m a′ tour so much,
Folks say I′m missing, gettin′.
This baller s-k-in′, I be running around with it, spitting it.

The hood in here, a lotta ballers drop down in here,
I wish you would in here, We smoke good in here.

Moving through your hood shining,
Keep yellow, I′m gonna wear blue diamonds,
Look mellow, allways be grinding, rhyming-
I get 50 thou′ for an in-store signing, cause I′m a

[Chorus - Chingy]

I′m a baller (baller), highroller, baby.
Where the ballers at?
Shotcaller (caller), driving chickens crazy.
Where the shotcaller′s at?
You a hater (hater), why you trying to play me?
Where the ballers at?
Fake player, afraid I′ll take your lady.
Where the shotcallers at?

[Verse 2 - Lil′ Flip]

It ain′t nuthing to a boss,
That′s why I spent three hundred on a cross!
Pink and yellow, that′s the combination.
I know a skinny rapper out here player hating.

Cause I got thirty blocks on my resume,
I got my own liquor, why he drinking Alizee?
Me and Chingy got the pop charts on lock,
But I still get respect on my own block.

Niggers try to take my money, but I bounce back,
Three cribs, one viper, and a mayback.
I′m like, baby, you can call me the birdman.
But I′m the boss, I don′t hustle on the curb, man.

Now everybody in my crib got a clover chain,
So even when I′m not around, they promote the name.
I′m Lil′ Flip, rapping H-town ′till I′m gone.
I took a trip to Amsterdam smoking out a bomb,
A baller, baby!

[Chorus - Chingy]

I′m a baller (baller), highroller, baby.
Where the ballers at?
Shotcaller (caller), driving chickens crazy.
Where the shotcaller′s at?
You a hater (hater), why you trying to play me?
Where the ballers at?
Fake player, afraid I′ll take your lady.
Where the shotcallers at?

[Verse 3 - Boozie]

That′s me, that′s right, I′ve got a Bentley for sure,
A hundred million in the bank, plus I′m getting some more.

I′m the type of dude, moving more product than stores.
I′m a cook it in the kitchen for the price of the room.

I′ve got black diamonds, quarter million biller on shore.
On a white sandy beach with kickers and whores.

Said I′m on another level that you can′t afford:
Princess cuts, round diamonds, and getting more.

That′s why I shoot my dice four thousand or more,
Cause my price at work sure be on soar.

That′s why we need a hundred grand for at stores,
′cause I won′t settle for nothing less than more.

[Chorus - Chingy]

I′m a baller (baller), highroller, baby.
Where the ballers at?
Shotcaller (caller), driving chickens crazy.
Where the shotcaller′s at?
You a hater (hater), why you trying to play me?
Where the ballers at?
Fake player, afraid I′ll take your lady.
Where the shotcallers at?

@ Chingy

Текст песни:

Uh, hey dirty, (what?)
Look at that girl right there (oh)
She make me say
Ooh, ooh, (yeah) ooh, ooh, (hey) do what you do

Chorus:
I like the way you do that right thurr (right thurr)
Swing your hips when you′re walkin′, let down you′re hurr (let down your hurr)
I like the way you do that right thurr (right thurr)
Lick your lips when you′re talkin′, that make me sturr

[Chingy]
I like the way you look in them pants, see ya fine (fine)
Your momma a quarter piece, she far from a dime (dime)
The type of girl that′ll getcha′ up and go make you grind (grind)
I′m thinkin′ about snatchin′ her up, dirty, makin′ her mine
Look at her hips, (what?) look at her legs, ain′t she stacked? (stacked)
I sure wouldn′t mind hittin′ that from the back (back)
I like it when I touch it cuz she moan a l′il bit
Jeans saggin′ so I can see her thong a l′il bit
I know you grown a little bit, twenty years old, you legal
Don′t trip off my people, just hop in the regal
I swooped on her like an eagle swoopin′ down on its prey
I know you popular, but you gon′ be famous today

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

[Chingy]
She be shoppin′ in Frontenac
Just look at her front and back
Man she so stacked and she know that I want that
Her man, he′s so wack, girl can I taste yo khaki
for three hundred to step, like buyin′ a throwback
She stay in the club,(club) I can be seein′ she got it honest
In real life, girl remind me of Pocahontas
She be at events, (yeah) so I′m impressed when she pass (yeah)
All the high rollin′ cats wanna pay for that ass
Ain′t no half steppin′, (steppin′) she strapped wit a nice weapon (weapon)
Trick, it′s against the law for her to move them hips
If you ever seen her dirty, your mouth gon′ drop
Worldwide fools probably tell you this off tops

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

[Chingy]
I like the way she doin′ that (c′mon)
Plus I like it when she bring it back (say it)
Ooh, (uh-huh) ooh, ooh, ooh, (uh-huh) do what you do (whoo)
I like the way she doin′ that (c′mon)
Plus I like it when she bring it back (say it)
Ooh, (uh-huh) ooh, ooh, ooh, (uh-huh) do what you do (whoo)

[Chingy]
Gimme what you got for a pork chop (uh)
She threw it at me like I was a short-stop (uh)
Workin′ in a Fatty Girl Hugga Top
Then she back it up on me and let it drop (drop)
Make it hop (boing) like a bunny (bunny)
Girl can I touch you where it′s sunny
or a purse and make you give her some money
She should pose for Sports Illustrated
It′s like a picture perfect site
When she pass all the other girls hate it
(But I...)

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

I like that (uh-huh)
I like that (uh-huh)
I like that (uh-huh)
I like that (Track stars)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, do what you do
I like that (yeah)
I like that (yeah)
I like that (yeah)
I like that (Chingy)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, do what you do

@ Chingy

Текст песни:

My love, My love, My love
What would I do without ma love
My love, My love, My love

Lately I′ve been sensing
theres some problems going on with us, {Yea, U and I}
And baby thats a problem I take real serious
I can′t lie
It gets to me
I don′t know what to do but to tell u that I love you
And you know this cause I show it
Outsiders try to blow it but I can′t let it happen No

Everybody′s business ain′t nobody′s business
In other words
They don′t know half of what I go through
{To give} give you what u need
{To be there} to be there for you and still do my thing
I′m talkin′ bout music
Cause it′s what I gotta do to express how I really feel
See you write the song girl and I just do the singing
Without you I can′t live
So heart to heart

{Chorus}
Baby heart to heart
{Baby you′re} You′re the biggest part of my needs, girl
They can tell their stories
What you do for me
It gets too deep, girl

What I′d do for you
You′ll never know
What they say to you
Girl let him go {You don′t need him}
You don′t need him
You′d be better off hanging out with me
They try to break us up
They don′t understand our love cause it gets to deep, girl

Check
I know a way to make a bunch of people love me
If you were to leave me all by myself
Soon as we turn our way back they hustle out
To tell someone else whats going on
Misery likes company but we′re the only company
we need to be happy
And you know this cause I show it
Outsiders try to blow it but I can′t let it happen No

Everybody′s business ain′t nobody′s business
In other words
They don′t know half of what I go through
{To give} give you what u need
{To be there} to be there for you and still do my thing
I′m talkin′ bout my music
Cause it′s what I gotta do to express how I really feel
See you write the song girl and I just do the singing
Without you I can′t live
So heart to heart

{Chorus}
Baby heart to heart
{Baby you′re} You′re the biggest part of my needs, girl
They can tell their stories
What you do for me
It gets too deep, girl

What I′d do for you
You′ll never know
What they say to you
Girl let him go {You don′t need him, let him go}
You don′t need him
You′d be better off hanging out with me
They try to break us up
They don′t understand our love cause it gets to deep, girl

Check
My love, My love, My love
{What would I do
What would I do without ma love?
{without ya loving in ma life? I don′t know}
My love, My love, My love
Without you I can′t live, ain′t no it way

My love, My love, My love
{You′re the only one I need in order to be happy,}
What would I do without ma love
{don′t you ever leave me}
My love, My love, My love

Without you I can′t live
So heart to heart

{Chorus}
Baby heart to heart
{Baby you′re} You′re the biggest part of my needs, girl
{They can tell their stories} They can tell their stories
What you do for me
It gets too deep, girl

What I′d do for you
You′ll never know
What they say to you
Girl let him go
You don′t need him
You′d be better off hanging out with me
They try to break us up
{they don′t understand our love cause it gets to deep, girl}

@ Chris Brown