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  • Nas – Be a Nigger Too (Remix) Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Turn your radios up
    The real niggas are back on the radio

    [Hook: Dante Hawkins (Nas)]
    This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas
    This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas (So I salute my “Niggas!”)
    This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas
    This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas (So I salute)

    [Verse 1: Nas]
    Uh, no slackin’, no beggin’, no askin’, no fastin’
    No disrespect to Islam, no Imam or Pastor
    No answers to questions the media’s askin’
    Why we fight each other in public in front of these arrogant fascists?
    They love it; puttin old niggas verse the youngest
    Most of our elders failed us, how could they judge us? Niggas
    There’s verbal books published by niggas, produced by niggas
    Genuine niggas, so I salute my niggas
    Not mad cause Eminem said nigga, cause he my nigga
    Wigga, cracker, friend, we all black within, okay?
    We all African, okay, some Africans don’t like us, no way!
    A killng happened in Johannesbur yesterday
    Slain artist named Lucky Dube, hijacked
    Some say N-double A-C-P, keep us sidetracked
    But I don’t buy that, I buy Aston Martins
    Faster cars than NAS-a-CARs and, sparkin while ridin
    Critics, eat a dick! Journalists see I’m rich
    With this N-word jargon I’m just starting, bitch!

    [Hook: Dante Hawkins (Nas)]
    This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas
    This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas (So I salute my “Niggas!”)
    This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas
    This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas (So I salute)

    [Verse 2: Nas]
    Wake up in the morning, shake my third leg in the toilet
    Uzi on the nightstand, I’m the man you go to war with
    Not the man you go to war against, patience, I’ll get you
    If that means I can’t sleep a whole year, I’mma get you
    I’m official, not a-tisket or a-tasket
    I’ll put you in the casket, with the biscuit or the ratchet
    They smoke hibiscus, they plants or trees, advanc-ed weed
    Don’t forsake us, you all are fake bloods like move make-up
    I flow tighter as Tootie’s braces, who he hatin us?
    I be on a state bus in shackles if my .8 bust
    Cause y’all some tellers, opposite of bankers
    I’m the shit for ages, my clique still real QB gangsters
    Clique still movin’ like Freemasons, so if I’m on the flow
    From the law, there’s lodges all across the nation
    Nas is bred for the plan
    To hold the Grand Dragon’s head in my hand
    Come and get me, here I am

    [Hook: Dante Hawkins (Nas)]
    This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas
    This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas (So I salute my “Niggas!”)
    This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas
    This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas (So I salute my “Niggas!”)


  • Calvin Harris – Heatstroke (feat. Young Thug, Pharrell & Ariana Grande)

    [Intro: Young Thug]
    Won’t you please?
    Slow it down
    I’m tryna talk to you, darlin’
    Tryna walk with you, darlin’
    Do you hear me?
    And no-no-no-no-nobody can stop it
    The love you got from me
    And every time, I look out at my seat today
    They chase, they flash they flash, yes

    [Verse 1: Young Thug]
    Tell me how you feel right now
    ‘Cause all I wanna do is keep it real right now
    I’m tryna beat it up
    Beat Pills right now
    Athletic in the sheets
    I got skills right now
    Red braids, with some red baby hair
    Ballin’ in that club, Ace of Spades, yeah
    Pop that bitch and spray it like ‘Raid’
    Yellow diamonds on you like a glass of lemonade
    QB, I’ll throw it
    Teeth white, Newports
    I want knees, right choice
    80 thousand dollar Birkin bag in the Porsche
    I’m tryna fuck with you till we on life support
    I’ll split it with you if we get half of Michael Jordan
    No toilet tissue, I shit on niggas ’cause life’s short (facts)
    No passport to go with me
    I had to get deported

    [Chorus: Pharrell Williams & Young Thug]
    Please let go, and have a good time
    Have a good, have a good time, yeah
    Have a good, have a good time
    Please let go, and have a good time
    Have a good, have a good time, yeah
    Have a good, have a good time

    [Refrain: Ariana Grande & Pharrell Williams]
    When you do things like this
    And you set me free
    How can anyone get tired?
    When you do things like this
    And you set me free
    I think I just been inspired
    Oh babe

    [Verse 2: Young Thug]
    Jeffery!
    Brand new chapter, if I read you?
    She got every red bottom like a baboon
    Hunnid’ bottles in the club, real one room
    Girl you gotta keep up with a boss move
    King of the jungle, tycoon
    Everybody thinking that it’s a cartoon
    We just wanna party, we back in the war room
    Do you want some? No I don’t sir
    Tryna watch me balling, do you want money?
    I’m just tryna turn up, tryna work something
    Shawty suck the dick, but she wanna fuck it first
    Hey Mister? You a rapper
    Good hair, got a bad ass
    Rich nigga, I like ’em ratchet
    Fuck it up, throw it back
    No shave, Brazilian waxed

    [Chorus: Pharrell Williams & Young Thug]
    Please let go, and have a good time
    Have a good, have a good time, yeah
    Have a good, have a good time
    Please let go, and have a good time
    Have a good, have a good time, yeah
    Have a good, have a good time

    [Refrain: Ariana Grande & Pharrell Williams]
    When you do things like this
    And you set me free
    How can anyone get tired?
    When you do things like this
    And you set me free
    I think I just been inspired
    When you do things like this
    And you set me free, boy
    How can anyone get tired?
    When you do things like this
    And you set me free
    I think I just been inspired

    [Outro: Pharrell Williams & Ariana Grande]
    Hey, hey this one make me so naughty
    I think you opened my eyes


  • LIL’ KIM – Kimmy Girl lyrics

    Black Friday season… long awaited…
    (Do the Kimmy Girl rock) Kimmy whattup baby?
    (Do the Kimmy Girl rock) You know what it is…
    What’s my name?

    My name is Kimmy, flyer than a Frisbee
    Boys comin at me wanna see me in my mickies
    Might do a little datin, like my girl Chili
    But I’m already taken, married to Mr. Benji
    Wetter than a river, sweeter than a Swisher
    My Jimmy Chus cuter than the girl that’s wit’cha
    Everybody’s starin, might as well take a picture
    Mail to the haters, now sing it with me ladies

    All eyes on me when I walk in
    No question that this girl’s a ten
    Don’t hate me cause I’m beautiful [2X]
    My walk, my talk, the way I drip
    It’s not my fault so please don’t trip
    Don’t hate me cause I’m beautiful [2X]

    It’s only one QB, Bed-Stuy beauty
    If looks was a killer, I’d probably be an uzi
    They be hatin on me cause they men tryin to pursue me
    I’m somethin exotic, she’s hardly a cutie
    I’m flyer than a G6, sweet like peaches
    Bottom like an apple, I know you wanna eat it
    He got a huge appetite and I’m the one to feed it
    I’m Michael Jackson +Bad+, tell that other bitch to (Beat It)

    All eyes on me when I walk in
    No question that this girl’s a ten
    Don’t hate me cause I’m beautiful [2X]
    My walk, my talk, the way I drip
    It’s not my fault so please don’t trip
    Don’t hate me cause I’m beautiful [2X]

    CT, D.C., do the Kimmy Girl rock
    Yeah, uhh
    ATL and Miami, New York to L.A.
    All my girls, let me hear you say
    Ahh, uh-huh, do the Kimmy Girl rock
    Yeah, uhh
    All over the worrrrld, all over the worrrld
    If I forgot y’all please don’t be mad at me


  • Snowgoons – ItÂS A Queens Thing (feat. Infamous Mobb) (Goon Bap Album)

    Yeah Yeah, Yeah, grab the pump pump (yeah)
    It’s on we ’bout to thump thump

    [NOYD verse]
    Well if I jump I feel bad luck upon me
    Make me grab my pump and call my Brook-Lyn army
    We buy QB to NC
    Niggas don’t want it
    Debate to the G’s and the west all on it
    We all flaunt it guns & chicks
    And all my duns rhyme holding their dicks
    With a nine on their side from hip to hip
    You know the mobb niggas is sick and stay bent
    Twist it get right, me and my guns is tight
    And we both heated when the funds ain’t right
    Because we know someone getting stuck tonight
    Before I crash I’m a fuck me some ass tonight
    With a pocket full of dough
    The bottle of the dro
    With dreams of fucking some R&B ho
    They call me N-O-Y-D baby
    From QB baby don’t hate me
    We live, I rep Queens

    [Hook: repeat 2X]
    NOYD: Queens!
    Godfather: Where niggas they get caught up in between guns
    NOYD: Queens!
    Godfather: Casino cash, cream killa Queens dun
    NOYD: Queens!
    Godfather: Where I live, what I rep
    NOYD: QB dun, Queens!
    Godfather: The Mobb rep
    NOYD: Queens!
    Godfather: You know we rep

    [Ty Knitty verse]
    I blow dro in Q-boro
    Ain’t nothing change same boro
    Just more places now
    I’m tatooed up now
    Still rep 41st, ’til I be put up in the hearst (you heard?)
    Even after that yo my daughter and my son ‘gon live on
    7, 1, 8 zip code triple 1, O,1
    A yo its queens, money, whips and fiends
    Bald heads and fades, du rags and waves
    Can’t forget about braids
    Niggas don’t rock like us
    Ain’t no hood like us
    A yo I rep QB ’til I R.I.P
    96 buildings 6 blocks in QB
    Everyday is like a movie, so you know we had to pursuit it
    First joint "murda muzik"
    A yo y’all niggas ‘gon feel it
    The hood is running wild
    Every clique ‘gon throw it up
    Y’all know what up
    Queens don’t give a fuck

    [Hook 2X]
    NOYD: Queens!
    Godfather: Where niggas they get caught up in between guns
    NOYD: Queens!
    Godfather: Casino cash, cream killa Queens dun
    NOYD: Queens!
    Godfather: Where I live, what I rep
    NOYD: QB dun, Queens!
    Godfather: The Mobb rep
    NOYD: Queens!
    Godfather: You know we rep

    [Twin Gambino verse]
    Queensbridge, and thats how it is
    If I can’t I get you I’m a bring it to your kids
    Your moms, whatever it takes to strike back
    I’ll be waiting in your crib with the mack
    Black gloves, no mask so you can see my face
    And realize QB ain’t playing no games
    We think long range
    So we can ride for the kids
    And look out for my niggas up north doing bids

    [Prodigy of Mobb Deep verse]
    Thun we’ll stop your shine, we Queens niggas
    Plus my Bed-Stuy niggas will shoot up your medinas
    We the black entrepreneurs we the black mobb
    I told you it was more real than words can muster
    I see you faggots don’t listen wanna bite my shit
    You better walk with security my niggas dump clips
    Catch you with your rap clique, and beat the shit out y’all
    You could have a 30 deep entourage
    You could have guns galore, shanks and more
    We can bang to the EMS come and haul us off
    I could give a fuck for what projects you ride for
    We got dogs out there and we not scared
    Nigga I’m not the one, we not the team
    Matter fact don’t even write me back see me in the streets
    See me at the next show
    Catch me at the club
    We terrorize y’all niggas dun

    [Hook 4X]
    NOYD: Queens!
    Godfather: Where niggas they get caught up in between guns
    NOYD: Queens!
    Godfather: Casino cash, cream killa Queens dun
    NOYD: Queens!
    Godfather: Where I live, what I rep
    NOYD: QB dun, Queens!
    Godfather: The Mobb rep
    NOYD: Queens!
    Godfather: You know we rep