DJ Clue Ruff Ryders Anthem Remix

Şarkıcı: DJ Clue
Albüm: Unknown - Bilinmiyor
(Yabancı Şarkı Sözleri), Lyrics:

[Featuring DMX, Drag-On, Eve, The Lox]
This thing right here is for my peoples in the streets
(Uh huh) and this thing right here and get your ass off your feet
(Come On)
[Drag-On]
They call me Drag-On, its time to bomb, I'll burn'em all
Till they all say turn em off goodie chicks, I'ma hurt'em all
Chickenheads know I be the colonel
Cuz I burn eternal mixes wit they infernal
So be careful 'fore I burn you
You better learn dude, yeah I heard you
But I'ma hurt you, but you don't know my verses too is a virtue
Ruff Ryders be the team, which means a lot cream, lot of schemes
Lot of beams to make your stock drop, right on the seams
Nigga here is too hot and too much for you to touch
Better tell your man cuz I'm too tough inaudibly too dust do you bust
Cuz we do you can ask people
But quietly but they don't believe until they leave violently
Is you buying us cuz niggas that purchase is under the dirt kid
They call me Drag-On; I'm the youngest buck at bunkers
Collabo' wit my dogs from Yonkers but this Bronx bombers
Spitting flame so you better wear your armor
Flame on!
Chorus x2
[DMX]
My dogs gon' stop; your dogs gon' drop
And then we go, shut'em down open up shop
First we had em like ohh, now they like no
Well baby that's how Ruff Ryders roll!
[Jadakiss]
When I pop up, I lock shop up, pull the drop up
Park a block up, hit the alarm, put the top up
Stash the drawer in my sock then pull my sock up
And keep the burner but if it's hot put my glock up
You know what I'm about sliding off get my cocks up
Or writing rhymes watching Scarface in the hot tub
Wit you on the bed when I pull it out if you don't shout
Then every bullet'll go in and ou

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DJ Clue Change The Game Remix

Şarkıcı: DJ Clue
Albüm: Unknown - Bilinmiyor
(Yabancı Şarkı Sözleri), Lyrics:

[Kurupt] Daz Dillinger
[Jay-Z] Talk to 'em
[Kurupt] Kurupt young Gotti
[Jay-Z] Talk to 'em
[Kurupt] Big Jigga nigga, what?

[Kurupt *sung*]
Psycho, like no, bitch-ass nigga so
When you see the D-O double G sneak creep low

[Jay-Z]
In the memory of the Notoroious B.I.G., Tupac Shakur

[Kurupt *sung*]
Psycho, like no, bitch-ass nigga so
When you see the R-O-to-the-C sneak creep low

[Jay-Z]
Young Hova in the house, world wide hustler
R-O-C, D-P-G motherf-ckers..

.. hold up love
You know Jigga Man resum, blow up drugs
Blast round, full pound, no mask or gloves
Face down on the gravel, have gun will travel
Out the blue steel barrel get ya crew killed
Perro ass niggaz can't touch I, muh'f-cker what's my -
- name, Young Hov', gun blow like AC
R-O-C (With the D-P-G nigga!!)

[Daz]
Hold up (hah) wait a minute and
All my thugs get (get what?) gangsta with it

Gotti Jigga and Daz Dillinger, killin ya with the pound
with Roc La Familia {*y'all niggaz ain't feelin us*}

[Kurupt]
Deep in and out, out gold Daytonas
D cut through with 2-way Motorolas
Nigga the Dynasty and the Pentagon MOTHERf-ckER
Hollow tip, stainless teflon MOTHERf-ckER
Jigga trigger, cock-a-poppa, nigga chest rocka
with the chrome chopper, glock'll pop a nigga so quick
Saddam Niastra, y'all done stepped in the mud
and about to feel ery'thing from the flat foot
Calicos collective, have you ever seen a
four so clean like a brand new nina
My nigga Daz (Sigel Sigel)
Jigga, Memph, in bad-ass Impalas
Butt naked bitches and pop collars
The popular scholar, this is the beginnin -acap

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DJ Clue 1-2-3-4

Şarkıcı: DJ Clue
Albüm: Unknown - Bilinmiyor
(Yabancı Şarkı Sözleri), Lyrics:

Verse One: Sheek Luchion

You on the circle line, what's wrong? Ain't your yacht out yet
ain't you that Willie, Benz pushing, slash Melrose cat
Nigga please, in the Hills of Beverly, you find it's heavenly
slingin' dick to Pamela Anderson bitches daily
L.O.X., when we ball
it's Pay-Per-View y'all
Straight movie
flee in the Z3 while woozy
Now gentlemen, do we have to get into some gangsta shit
for me to get paid on my song, y'all just get sprayed
Esta mointo; as a nail but on point though
I'll blast up the loca
for skimming on my coca
L.O.X., in total control and power
and everything you see us with in videos be ours
You can't afford it, so you playa hate I see your logic
my coat is $1500 keep your army in the closet
As long as L-O-X keeps giving you what you need
we gonna take it there nigga AS WE PROCEED

Chorus (Ma$e): 1, 2, 3, 4 (4X)

Verse Two: Jadakiss

Yo, you already know what I'm here for
therefore, L-O-X be the niggaz that I care for
Holding down this foundation, Mr. Jason
bald head, baby faced and I stay laced and
When you pay good, you play good, stay good
I'ma get this money while you fake thugs stay hood
Why wouldn't I be stacking franks
15 in clip while you packing shanks
Iron swinger, hair triggers, Fed bidders
real niggaz, the lil' kids still dig us
Next time be careful who you bring drama to
speaker phone in the Suburban with 6 monitors
Pad lock everything filled to the top
we ain't gonna stop, we just gonna squeeze 'til you drop
Paniro, Luch, bounce in the coupe
with no trouble all my niggaz bubble like goose
Or geese, Nautica fleece it ain't nothing
but now I ca

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DJ Clue Whatever You Want

Şarkıcı: DJ Clue
Albüm: The Professional
(Yabancı Şarkı Sözleri), Lyrics:

featuring Flipmode Squad

Busta:
Uh uh
Fears real fears
The universal Flipmode Squad
Known to every existing life form as the Imperial 6
Has formed an alliance with the official Cluemannatti
Whatever you want we do whatever you want

(in the background as Busta speaks)
Whatever you you want (4x)
Do whatever you want whatever you want (5x)

Baby Sham:
Yo it's time to make these moves
Me and my Flipmode crew
Baby Sham spit the hot shit just for you
Make you get off your seat so you can cop the Clue
Q.B.C. and killer kids never obey these rules
That's why we roll deep and always carry the two
Smack a nigga face, f-ck up his mood EXCUSE YOU
When we perform, bitches stand still like statues
Borrow this game, so y'all can proceed to move

Rah Digga:
Uh-uh the ruggedest thing as far as chics go
Watch nigga grow away faster than a pit bull
I tell them all they ain't got nothing for 'em
Platinum and album with no singing in the chorus
You get ate like you was peanut butter and swarma
Go tell yo' people I got a shitty karma BRICK CITY
Home of the crush MC's and my shit be the joint like I was Black Eyed
Peas

Hook (Busta Rhymes and Lord Have Mercy)
Wiggle how you want, shake it how you want
When you get a lot of money, spend it how you want
We always got the new, always coming through
Buck wild, do whatever that y'all wanna do

Wiggle how you want, shake it how you want
When you get a lot of money, spend it how you want
We always got the new, always coming through
With my nigga Clue, rapping with my Flipmode crew

Rampage:
Ramp, I'm still jig
I'm in the party taking a swig
I'm rich, yo I gotta think big
Holding the bar, me and Busta Bus, Lord Have and Spliff Star
Driving foreign cars, open club speed
Sham and Rah Digga had the weed, pass the duche
That all a nigga need
Twenty to one, y'all know the whole gamble
All my life I had to scramble WHAT

Spliff Star:
I be that thug back in the club
Puffin' on bud, chics eyein' me
Niggaz through the street show me love
Gettin' paper now, Bill Gates is my neighbor now
Chics all flavors now, cause a nigga kinda famous now
This here, my year turn millionaire
If it's well, cop a beach house, kick a seashell
If I got it, Imma flaunt it
That Brooklyn shit, I'm on it
Spliff Star, America's nightmare most wanted

Hook (DJ Clue shout outs)

Busta Rhymes:
You want beef, my name Beef Steak Charles
With deeper frequency than Lou Rawls
Drop like Niagara Falls
Soft like Quaker Oats whippin' in speed boats
Make y'all niggaz BA-AH-AH like a bunch of billygoats
BA-AH-AH back to you, while you take notes
Rippin' shit down from the arena to parade floats YO
Yo, Flipmode Squad lock yo' house up
Quick to talk shit, nigga we lock yo mouths up

Lord Have Mercy:
Landlord confusing you chumps
Doing it up off rhymes
Scarring, shooting up the club
Like pharmaceutical drugs
You stupid as f-ck, doing 'em up
Losing your blood
It's a cold world, with beautiful sluts screwing for ones
King of the jungle(jungle), swing on a humble(humble)
Stay grippin' on bundles, scattered in pieces
Chatted with Jesus
Niggaz salute the dead and gone, the dead and gone
Flipmode and Desert Storm, Desert Storm

Hook (2x)

DJ Clue:
DJ CLUE

Busta Rhymes(talking):
It only gets better motherf-ckers
Flipmode the Imperial, Cluemanati
Do whatever the f-ck y'all wanna do

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DJ Clue The Ruff Ryders

Şarkıcı: DJ Clue
Albüm: The Professional (Pre Street Version
(Yabancı Şarkı Sözleri), Lyrics:

Featuring DMX Drag On Eve The Lox]
Yo if you gonna sleep on somthing
Might as well be a bed
And if your gonna crack shit
Might as well be a head
Cuz if you targeting the LOX you might as well target a box
That you gonna sleep in for years all covered with rocks
Cuz I think not I pop shots I double what yall got
Ya hot shots and got blocks ya punta muchacha
I'm the days of school, I muther f-cking rule
I drive my chain and cork ya and keep it cool
Thats the ice B. I'm pricless. The iciest
And I dont gotta wear fatigues to blow out your chest
My bullets thump when I lace this fly shit pump
And baby I be on it yearly aint no poppin the trunk
But if I, pop the trunk its to hear your rag
Shit just wipe down my windows,on the side of my jag
Must I brag, my whip paid for, yours tagged
And every chick you grab, Sheek been done bagged
Yo I hope you aint tounge kissing your spouse
Cuz I be making love in her mouth
Type of cat that f-ck at your house
Too slick? Mean she be buckin' my tip
And before you know it, I'mma have her suckin' my dick
Jada, if I kiss you now, you die later
Been nice, since people was watchin' movies on beta
Ready to clap, everybody giving me dap
And belive it or not, we be the ones setting the trap
Listen to yall shit. Then listen to our hits
Aint nothing yall cowards could do, got this
Thats the reason now, yall players aint got shit
Cuz every time I turn around, yall arrested
For those thats narrow, I just smack them with the barrel
Give it to them after night, like Kains cousin Harold
The RUFF RYDERS (WHAT?)
THE RUFF RYDERS
x4
Cut you and your son
Ya know when its done
Show me the money, I show you a gun
POP SUCKER
SB'll spin corner while I party with dun
I clap you I clap him, and thats rule number one
Suckin' my clip
And I dont give a hell what you spit
Who you are, where you from, and who the hell you can get
Cuz I sell records, and I got a jail record
Ya niggas aint sayin' shit till yall bare weapons
And even when your dead, you can still flinch and get it
I ride about and smack you, cock back and clap you
Styles be ya favorite rappers favorite rapper
Aint no surprize niggas, only run with recognized niggas
Baby girl, want the world? Shuger pie niggas
No tops, take em in all shape and size niggas
No lie, prefer them ready Do or Die niggas
What, what you want
Cutie starin at me like "Damn, where you from?"
You be comin at me, like "Can I get some?"
Lick your lips from this brown sugar
Suck me like a thumb if you want till I cum
Hook
I be the D R, A G, dash O N
Slash often comma makin niggas orphan
They call me Drag-On. I'm hot scortchin'
Keep the block roastin'
Like dutch when the flame comes a toastin'
In my eyes you can see what summers holdin'
Realize, any guy, broad day, rider
I burn to a degree of 130 my gun dirty
Cuz I got one burby, so you better run hurry
Or catch one early
You wrong, tryin' to touch me
what type of shit you on?
You better throw your boots on, and your unflameable suits on
Cuz I'm comin' through in a Yukon
Black tinted with gats in it
Catch you while you smokin', send your casket with a sack in it
Thats only half of it
Cuz yall are half ass yo
Cuz we one whole and yall niggas, is one slash two
My gun blast you
Tryin out the flames. Are your firemen?
And catch one hell of a back draft,
cuz my fire reach higher than
Its my, survival instinct that keeps my head above the water
Every day I show another how I love a slaughter
Plug your daughter
Whith more holes than swiss cheese
Attack the bitch and stop for the leach
With these, I shoot the breeze
And its thought, enough keys from the cubans to build a f-cking fort
I'm caught up in somthing that I cant control
Trying to get a hold of a bank role and stroll
Catch bodies like a cold. And stay sick
So face it, make me chase it, I take your life and erase it
Waste it, in the f-cking streets
Cuz It aint worth shit(a)
The undertaker take your ass under the earth
Quicker, I love money, but the scam is hot
So I snatch up my man and hit the gambling spot
20 grand is got, one shot and you got less
What use to his chest, is a mess under his f-cking vest

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DJ Clue The Professional

Şarkıcı: DJ Clue
Albüm: The Professional
(Yabancı Şarkı Sözleri), Lyrics:

Featuring Mobb Deep]
[DJ Clue] *echoing*
New shit Mobb Deep featuring Noyd (like this dunn)
The Professional used from my nigga Vic
Haha
[Prodigy]
Yo you catch chills P stimulates your eardrum
Tastebuds more higher than drugs my song take all
I blastoff on the track law
My shit is pure satisfaction what more could you ask for
Wit facts like an ?ansaw? I pour fire on earth I been to hot raw
Do Queens tires get burnt, let's peel through the real
Slide through my terrain, take a ride wit me
Check out my lifestyle, it's a off-road course
I stay challenged, but that's a good thing
Cuz it creates balance, Infamous wild life federation
My congress, sit down and conversate ya fate
Derate barracks, don't get yourself embarrassed
My click savage, y'all niggaz is average
I'm handling your Most V.P., put em in P.C.
Nigga, it's the I-M-D nigga (CLUE)
Chorus 2x
Chorus [Havoc]
Cuz we plottin, leave the cats wit one option
Start hoppin, cuz when it's on we ain't stoppin
The click'll get the message when shit start droppin
Don't got a gat stashed, you better start coppin
[Havoc]
Now you can talk about a nigga, criticize my faults
But in New York, got it locked wit bolts, blow the vote
Overdose, while you cop block and cut throats
Me and my click's champagning, and campaigning
While you rhyme about your jewels, and sniff that shit up in your
nostrils
I'll be plottin on your life, to put one up in your fossil
Niggaz think they gully, on the inside sweet like honey
Niggaz want the bitches, we just want the money
Federal notes, flipped blue, keys of coke store frontin watchin his
dough
Tourin the coast, pardon wife due, gettin babies drunk
Call me foul, deep down, you gotta admit, you like my style
Put holes in your Polo, I know your M-O, you half homo
Joinin my team, that's a no-no
Say what you want, don't let it talk for you
And that's my word, I'll have this hollow tip stored for you
Chorus 2x
[Noyd]
One time nigga, two times nigga yo
I dig the way Clueminatti got the beats rollin through the body
The type of tracks, got me killin these cats
Twenty-one and black, mental inner city minds be exact
When niggas in the hood ain't no good, carry gats
And leave you on your back in a hurry
Especially, dealin wit the money
Rockin Pelle f-ckin wit the Spanish mami cheffin up by dellis
Now we got the guns pumpin jums out the back of a deli
Really, these chumps gettin slummed on the daily
Forty days, forty weeks, either these raps are back in the streets
Stackin cracks up in the fleece, so Hav blaze the bees
And pass that to me, and I'll bless piece
So this way the whole fam eat
Be the Infamous of this shit, pioneers of this
Survival of the Fittest, nobody's f-ckin wit this
So f-ck around wit Hav, you f-ck around wit me
You f-ck around wit me, then you f-ck around wit P
You f-ck around wit us, then you f-ck around wit three
Mothaf-ckers from the NYC, what nigga uh, what nigga Clueminatti
Chorus 2x

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DJ Clue Back To Life 2001

Şarkıcı: DJ Clue
Albüm: Unknown - Bilinmiyor
(Yabancı Şarkı Sözleri), Lyrics:

[Mary J. Blige w Soul II Soul in background]
Steady are you ready? (are you ready?)
What's goin on? (whats goin on?)
Steady are you ready? (are you ready)
What's goin on? (tell me whats goin on)
Cold fresh air feeeel the mellow dip thats in the air
Ohhh yeaa, I'm bound take a look around
Ohhh, whats goin down?
However do you want me?
However do you need me?
However do you want me?
However do you need me?
However do you want me?
However do you need me?
However do you want me?
However do you need me?
Im living at the very top of the floor
Theres no more room for anything more
I state my name, my name's to claim
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh
This is M. J. B.

[Jadakiss]
Uhh yea, now girl step up to Kiss
You sippin' red zyphandile, step up to crys
The coupe got 19's, the chain's got nice gleam
Girlfriend, you been scooped like ice cream
Your ass is fat, your frame is little
Got the door knockers on with your name in the middle
On the dance floor gettin it in with me
Might let you and your friend hit me
Soon as the wind hit me
I live dare, legendary the top of the globe
So there is no more room for anything more
And I state my name, my names to claim
Jadakiss I done came here and changed the game
Now we at the point where your birthdays is costly
Got you a scotted outfit and a teacup yorkey
Head so crazy that its killing me softly
Sit down tell me how you want and how you need me
Its the bomb Mary and Clue please believe me

[Mary J. Blige w Soul II Soul in background] - over last lines
However do you want me?
However do you need me?
However do you want me?
However do you need me?
How

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DJ Clue Time is Money Main Mix

Şarkıcı: DJ Clue
Albüm: Clue for President 3/Time is Money 12
(Yabancı Şarkı Sözleri), Lyrics:

featuring Cardan (Harlem World) Mase

Intro: Cardan
Yeah Yeah Check It out
I'm Cardan right niggaz think 16 is young
Sum niggaz think 16 is sleet

Verse 1: Cardan
Now how you gon come against an army with a handgun
I'm Cardan you wouldn't understand son
I be on of them niggaz shoot a three get a and 1
Blacked out 006 next to Cam'ron
See ya if I see ya If I don't
Bye Bye,
Meet me at the bolge were they cross smokin' la la
Supreme Dada, neva to good to eat at Popeye's
Punishing you, servin' you notes above the cockeyes
I walk the city alone, Not Biggie or Bone
They miss me at home, half a million sittin' on crome
Could of schooled me, on how to listen and learn
So when I get my shit, It's earned
like I'm Dennis the worm
You gotta live it and learn, Till your bridges get burned
I'm not stoppin' till I drop, I am just speakin' in a swerve
So if you wanna act now, I'll make you get up
and I'll sit you back down
Yo Clue, hit the switches in the background
move him up, he made me do this
Don't kill him, bruise him up
Make him switch sides like Roscoe, That's how we use him up
Take a little ride wit 'em, glide wit'em
Switch glocks on him, spit on your hand
Hypest tears neva cry wit 'em
His girl, she's blind wit 'em
Used to pack his nine wit 'em
Sold eights to cakes, the key wit the dimes in 'em
That's buggin' our life, But I can see ya'll niggaz faces now
Coverin' ya'll mouths,
Ayo you had to hear Cardan and Nore thuggin' it out
I think sum niggaz on the run eatin', sluggin' it out
I'm bout to flow on, put on ya'll seat belts
nigga hold on, ain't nuthin' funny, since part two
of show me the money,
My age I can't mention wit' the shit that I'm spittin'
Rippin' niggaz into ??fissures?? like I'm hotta than kitchens
You gotta flow, come on nigga
rhyme wit us, come on get some shine wit us
my niggaz eat, still pack heat and still grind wit us

Hook: Mase
Time Is Money
Never knew there'd be days like this
Never knew days like this
Tired of Ballin'
Gettin' hard to live wit niggaz on my dick
Niggaz always on my dick (2x)

Verse 2: Mase
Brace the stage, so right now you dealin' wit a great
ain't enough bullets in your gun to scare me straight
When beef escalate
You the next to scate
I'll be around, Till you hit the ground ??left of the Jakes??
The Christians come through, they bless you awake
you test your fate, I'll hit your chest wit an eight
my thing come down, damn, you get an extra eight
Ain't a big man too big to rest in a lake
I do this for cats who's name i can't mention
Dropped down hoes, and about 72 wenchin'
got in beef, and got paid at the entrance
Turned at the boy, He had to do their sentence
Critics complain, I dress to fly, but I bet you I
will never testify
When I size a nigga up, I measure the Guy
So if his man front, he be he next to die
I can see it in your eye, all you wanna do is ??maneuve??
So I think it's time that I pick up and move
Got a house in new Jeru, Where I always be goin'
I got keys that I leave for my niggaz, when I'm
Buttlers that bring me buffets at the Don
Six mexicans get paid to mow my lawn
I feel cats, be able to flow in the oasis
Louis the 13th, no more nigga, taste this
The life I live I can't escape it
face it, iced up roly to me, just a basic
Take my shit to Tito, just to get a facelift
Buy extra cases, musta misplaced it, I don't think I'm too good to do what
you should do
You just anutha nigaa don't wanna see me famous
See I, left hood life for the good life, Call up Tito
Cause he gon give he a good price yo
Mami Friends, say I'm Dabien, So if a nigga think I'm sweet,
Tell 'em Try me Then,
Why you worried bout how I be in my BM,
ain't ya lucnhbreak over, go back to IBM
Whatcha want huh? Cardan. Mase Murder. Harlem World. Desert Storm. Penelty.
Clue. Whut Whut.

Hook:

Hook

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DJ Clue Exclusive - New Shit

Şarkıcı: DJ Clue
Albüm: Unknown - Bilinmiyor
(Yabancı Şarkı Sözleri), Lyrics:

[DJ Clue]
New shit, Nature
(Yo, yo Nate, you gon do this for Queens,this one here for Queens yanawmean?)
(Yo Nature gon rip this down, for Clueminatti and the whole Queens)
It's the, DJ CLUE
(We gon spit this one for the 1999)

[Nature]
Aiyyo, I got a bitch buy me 'dro, a bitch buy me clothes
A bitch that can't cook, stay burnin Sloppy Joe's
Olive Oyl legs, even them stocky hoes
Bitches that I used to beep, but forget they codes
They stay frontin, no kissin, strictly face f-ckin
I get em drunk in my room, and keep Mase bumpin
The one wit Total, your friends might of told you
I violate menage's, pimp game be bi-coastal
Officialize one's high fold you, run and tell em next
Cuz only some become gremlettes
I never spend for se-x, strictly rainy days
Strictly wit the fat ass, backshots made me spray
Like the shotty pump, they tried to tie me up
And want to spend the night, every time we f-ck
Get a snooze on, cum stains in a futon
It ain't a game, still you run when the food's gone
Now who is wrong

[Chorus]
When I spit, you spit, hot shh, new shh
Exclusive, Nature, Clue shh
When you spit, I spit, new shh, hot shh
Exclusive, Jungle, watch this
When I spit, you spit, hot shh (DJ Clue), new shh
(The Professional), exclusive, Nature, Clue shh
When you spit, I spit, new shh, hot shh
Exclusive (STUPID!!), Jungle watch this

[Nature]
Got a fiend that owes me ten, a fiend that owes a buck
Got a decent job, pay they debts slow as f-ck
Catch em in the street, ?mo fit? up, say "come on you bitch"
It's only money I'm involved wit
Calculations, foreclose homes out in Vegas
I run wit TM, meanin bitches pay us, itc

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DJ Clue What a Thug About

Şarkıcı: DJ Clue
Albüm: You Can't Impeach the President '99
(Yabancı Şarkı Sözleri), Lyrics:

featuring Beanie Siegal

Beanie Mack right guerilla i'm out for the skrilla
Face it ain't no replacement for this killa
Keep your hands where I can see 'em an don't make me nervous
This 4 4 auto mag you don't deserve this shit
Kids either don't make me make you a believa
I don't do a lotta talkin' I speak wit the heata
I run up in your crib put some in your wig
Your babies cryin pop pop pop put some in the crib
And I want everything not just some of the shit
Got niggas comin home at night like you son of a bitch
Nigga done tooked me off you shook an soft
You can't blink round no crook one look you lost
Niggas'll find your bitch to find your bricks
See if you love your chick or you love your chips
4-4 snub shit send slugs to the whip
Beanie Seigal desert eagle I love this thug shit

(Chorus) X2

Yo what you really know what a thug about
Locked up in the bing no grub about
On the block doin your thing slingin drugs about
Tell me what you really know what a thug about

A true thug spreads his game linked up in bubble
While niggas stay in one lane like the lincoln tunnel
I refuse to limit my game to one hustle
I don't only sling crack or let the cards shuffle
I nowada play c-lo set it of like cleo
Aint no tellin first union a melon
The first nigga that move put two up in his melon
>From the 9-2 an beretta parabellum
And I run through cats
I'ma two gun cat
One nickle one black
Who want that
I done schooled my youngins
Gave tools to my youngins
Broke food wit my youngins
Broke rules wit my youngins
Spark my way outta shit and had bad run in's
Talked my way outta shit and near death come in
Real thugs do what they want say what they feel
They never front they keep it real

(Chorus)X2

Niggas claim to be thugs you real f-ckin suckas
Quick ass runnin good f-ckin duckas
Obey the rules when my glock unloads
Cause when I start firin stop drop and roll
Duck behind cars hid behind poles
Know I live by the code anything goes
Real thugs stand up straight never fold
And they don't know shit if anything ever blows
Thugs don't wanna talk shit out
They wanna spark shit out
Till the cops come an chalk shit out
Blaze wit the toasta extra clip in the leg holsta
Face off like Cage and Travolta
If you got beef a thug gonna roast ya
Talk behind their back a thug gonna approach ya
Right mount of stack a thug gonna ghost ya
Lay you out flat like a thug suppose ta

(Chorus)X2

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