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Mudvayne – Determined

June 30th, 2006

GO, SO FUCKING DETERMINED, YEAH
YEAH GO, YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT CONFIDENCE
GO, SO FUCKING DETERMINED, YEAH
YEAH GO, SPIT OUT ALL REASON, YEAH

I’m tired of holdin’ up the weight,
The weight of the motherfuckin’ world.
What I wanted to do, but just can’t wait
DO RIGHT NOW !!!
We could start a little fire just to get in the flame
The type that’ll blow away.
I’m speakin’ of my 15 minutes of fame
Come on now 1 2 3…

GO, SO FUCKING DETERMINED, YEAH
YEAH GO, YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT CONFIDENCE
GO, SO FUCKING DETERMINED, YEAH
YEAH GO, SPIT OUT ALL REASON, YEAH

I’m flushing the trust of everyone,
Stabbing in the back and thinkin’ they can break me.
Set my sight can’t die until I’m done
MIND ENDURANCE !!!
Never wanted any more than what I deserve,
Better bring it I’m takin’ it all.
Fuck an inch ’cause I’m bringin’ a mile,
It’s on now 1 2 3…

GO, SO FUCKING DETERMINED, YEAH
YEAH GO, YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT CONFIDENCE

GO, SO FUCKING DETERMINED, YEAH
YEAH GO, SPIT OUT ALL REASON, YEAH

This fire, is growing, it’s burning, deep inside of me.
Focused, driven, certain, the way it’s got to be

FIRE, GROWING, BURNING, DEEP INSIDE OF ME !!!
FOCUSED, DRIVEN, CERTAIN, THE WAY IT’S GOT TO BE !!!

CROOKED (No Trust)
LIAR (Conman)
DRUNK WITH (Power)
MENTOR (Taught me everything that I know)

SO WRONG,
WRONG
WRONG
WRONG

1 2 3 !!!

GO, SO FUCKING DETERMINED, YEAH
YEAH GO, YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT CONFIDENCE
GO, SO FUCKING DETERMINED, YEAH
YEAH GO, SPIT OUT ALL REASON, YEAH

GO, I’M FUCKING DETERMINED, YEAH
YEAH GO, YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT CONFIDENCE
GO, I’M FUCKING DETERMINED, YEAH
YEAH GO, SPIT OUT ALL REASON, YEAH

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N.o.r.e. (f/ Daddy Yankee, Nina Sky, Gem Star, Big Mato) – Oye Mi Canto (remix)

June 30th, 2006

If You Latino Right Now Stand The Fuck Up!!!

SBK…(SBK)
Alive…(Alive We Comin’ Up!)
Nina Sky…(Whos This?)
N.O.R.E, Da-ddy Yan-kee
Gem Star…(Gem Star) Big Mato..(Big Mato)
C’mon,..C’mon

Whoa…Whoa…Whoa…Whoa
What U Say?

Boriqua (HA!) Morena (HA!) Dominicano (HA!) Colombiano (HA!)
Boriqua (HA!) Morena (HA!) Cubano (HA!) Mexicano (HA!)
Oye Mi Canto

You See This Is What Whey Want,
They Want Reggaeton,
WHAT? WHAT?
They Want Reggaeton,

Esto Lo Que Quieren,
Toma Reggaeton,
QUE? QUE?
Toma Reggaeton,

You See, I’m N.O.R.E. Keep My Story,
My Story I Always Kick It QUE?
When I Bone Shorty I Slap Culo And Listen QUE?

Soy El Gem Estrella Cuando Canto Lo Que Dicen, (WHAT?)
Una Nalgada En El Culo Ella Grita, (WHAT?)

See Her Booty Gotta Rep For It’s Own,
I Be For Auto San Juan, Bayamon,

Sol En Campo Santiago, Tabacco Y Ron, Aya En Puerto-Rico Con Bacardi Limãn
Ahh This All That
You Can Tell Spanky On it
The Remix To The Remix With Yankee On It
Este Un Mofongo, Un Chin Y Con N.O.R.E. On It
Un Reggaeton Con Gem Star Y Big Mato On It

[Chorus:]
Whoa…Whoa…Whoa…Whoa
Boriqua (HA!) Morena (HA!) Dominicano (HA!) Colombiano (HA!)
Boriqua (HA!) Morena (HA!) Cubano (HA!) Mexicano (HA!)
Oye Mi Canto

[Daddy Yankee]
Suena El Cantinaje
Para Que Sientan El Encaje

Todo En La Pista Muevase Contra Salvaje Yee
Siggity Daddy Yankee Give It To Them Yee
Esto Es El Flow Que Reina En La Callee
Todos Mis Latino En Los Bloque Haora Stand Up
Oye MI Canto Con El N.O.R.E. Haora Dembow
Mueva Ese Bum, Bum, Bum, Mami No Pierda El Siento
(Whos This? DA-DDY)

And This, The First Time Its Ever Been Done
Because There’s Never Been
A Raper Doin Reggaeton Album And He A Veteran
Padrino, While Layin At The Cino
No Matter Your Race Because You Know Your Latino

[Daddy Yankee]
Yee
Todos Mis Latino En Los Bloque Haora Stand Up
Oye MI Canto Con El N.O.R.E. Haora Dembow
Mueva Ese Bum, Bum, Bum, Mami No Pierda El Siento
(Whos This? DA-DDY)

[Chorus:]
Whoa…Whoa..Whoa…Whoa
Boriqua (HA!) Morena (HA!) Dominicano (HA!) Colombiano (HA!)
Boriqua (HA!) Morena (HA!) Cubano (HA!) Mexicano (HA!)
Oye Mi Canto

Venga Ver,
Venga Ver, Lo Que Tengo Yo PARA TI!
Ya Siento Que Sin Ti No Puedo Vivir
MAMI…(MAMI)…MAMI…(MAMI)
Hey..(Hey)..Hey..(Hey)
Oye Mi Canto
Mira Con Mundo Linda
Yo Le Canto Mira Asea Norte Ami Hermano
Yo La Mando…(Mando)
Hey…(Hey)…Hey…(Hey)

[Chorus:]
Whoa…Whoa…Whoa…Whoa
Boriqua (HA!) Morena (HA!) Dominicano (HA!) Colombiano (HA!)
Boriqua (HA!) Morena (HA!) Dominicano (HA!) Colombiano (HA!)
Oye Mi Canto

SBK Da Beast, Gem Star & Mato, Nina Sky (Wassup Girls)
Rest In Peace, Big Pun, Vala I Know You Would Of Loved This
Rest In Peace To My Father, Mambo This Is For Yall, Yeah
Shouts To All The DJ’s Playin That Reggaeton Early
DJ. Carmelo, DJ. Enough, Cipper Sounds, Chris Bucks, Tony Touch
Jerry Chub, DJ. Cale, Phally Phel, La Mega
Latino Mix, Let’s Go
C’mon,..C’mon.

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N.o.r.e. (f/ Nina Sky, Tego Calderon) – Oye Mi Canto

June 30th, 2006

If You Latino Right Now Stand The Fuck Up!!!

SBK…(SBK)
Alive…(Alive We Comin’ Up!)
With Nina Sky…(Nina Sky Wassup Girls?)
N.O.R.E & Tego…(N.O.R.E., Tego)
Gem Star…(Gem Star) Big Nato..(Ah Big Nato)
C’mon,..C’mon

Whoa…Whoa…Whoa…Whoa
What U Say?

Boricua (HA!) Morena (HA!) Dominicano (HA!) Colombiano (HA!)
Boricua (HA!) Morena (HA!) Cubano (HA!) Mexicano (HA!)
Oye Mi Canto

You See This Is What Whey Want,
They Want Reggaeton,
WHAT? WHAT?
They Want Reggaeton,

Esta Lo Que Quieren,
Toma Reggaeton,
QUE? QUE?
Toma Reggaeton,

You See, I’m N.O.R.E. Keep My Story,
My Story I Always Kick It QUE?
When I Bone Shorty I Slap Culo And Listen QUE?

Soy El Gem Estrella Cuando Canto Lo Que Dicen, (WHAT?)
Una Nalga En El Culo Ella Grita, (WHAT?)

See Her Booty Gotta Rep For It’s Own,
I Be For Auto San Juan, Biamon,

Sol En Campo Santiago, Tabacco Y Rome,
Aya En Puerto-Rico Con Bacardi Limon
Ahh This All That
Creme Cheese & Baggel On It
Toma Reggaeton,
Remix Wit’ Tego On It
Este Mofongo Un Chimi
Con N.O.R.E. On It
Un Reggaeton Con Gem Star Y Big Nato On It

[Chorus:]
Whoa…Whoa…Whoa…Whoa
Boricua (HA!) Morena (HA!) Dominicano (HA!) Colombiano (HA!)
Boricua (HA!) Morena (HA!) Cubano (HA!) Mexicano (HA!)
Oye Mi Canto

Al Dormir Cuando Suenan Venden Como Pan Caliente
No Se Me Duerman Con Aquella Gente
Si Quieren Comprar Vendale La Muerte
Y Contarle La Consencia Por Que No Le Encuentren
Digo Ayuda, Pero Si No Tiro La Sulla
La Jaula Esta Segura Antoja La Caulla
So Pica La Cuasahita Especialmente El Dia De Visita
Que No Llego Mi Viejita
La Muerte Corre, Se Sufre En Doble
No Llego El Sobre Que Cosa Pobrable Pal Puro
Investigarlo Mejo Creerlo Sin Verlo
El Que Se Enfreteria No Le Paso El Freno
Oye No Inverstigarlo Mejor Creerlo Sin
El Que Se Enfreteria No Le Paso El Freno
Ay Dios..Ay Dios
Caldejo..Caldejo..Caldejo

[Chorus:]
Whoa…Whoa…Whoa…Whoa
Boricua (HA!) Morena (HA!) Dominicano (HA!) Colombiano (HA!)
Boricua (HA!) Morena (HA!) Cubano (HA!) Mexicano (HA!)
Oye Mi Canto

MAMI! Venga Ver Lo Que Tengo Yo PARA TI!
Ya Siento Que Sin Ti No Puedo Vivir
Ay MAMI…(MAMI)…MAMI…(MAMI)
Hey..(Hey)..Hey..(Hey)
Oye Mi Canto
Mira Con Mundo Linda
Yo Le Canto Mira Asea Norte Ami Hermano
Yo La Mando…(Mando)
Hey…(Hey)…Hey…(Hey)

[Chorus:]
Whoa…Whoa…Whoa…Whoa
Boricua (HA!) Morena (HA!) Dominicano (HA!) Colombiano (HA!)
Boricua (HA!) Morena (HA!) Cubano (HA!) Mexicano (HA!)
Oye Mi Canto

[2X]
SBK Da Beast, Gem Star & Nato, Nina Sky (Wassup Girls)
Better Make A Call To The Big Homie In Puerto Rico
Tego Calderon (Wassup Boi!)

….Oye Mi Canto,
….Oye Mi Canto,
….Oye Mi Canto,
….Oye Mi Canto,
….Oye Mi Canto,
…Canto
…Canto
…Canto

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N2u (f/ Jermaine Dupri) – Baby Mama Love

June 30th, 2006

[Jermaine Dupri]

Whats up
I don’t know why, but I keep going back
Knowin damn well that I shouldn’t be doin that
Cause I ain’t doin nuthin but makin it worse for me
And I ain’t doin nuthin but makin her thirst for me
Dis thing, I can’t shake for man
It’s a hard mutha fuckin thing to break man
We fuss then fight then I’m spend tha nite man
I know it ain’t right man

[Chorus (N2U)]

Baby mama love (that’s what it is)
See I be damn if I let my son call another man Daddy
And if u feel like I feel, that’s baby mama love
I don’t wanna be with her, but I just can’t stand to see her with no body else
I know it’s bad but I can’t help myself
Baby mama love
See I be damn if I let my son call another man Daddy
And if u feel like I feel, that’s baby mama love
I don’t wanna be with her, but I just can’t stand to see her with nobody else
I know it’s bad but I can’t help myself
Baby mama love

[N2U]

(talk to ‘em man)
Went to da crib, did what we did, til about 6 in da mornin
Wasn’t thinking bout havin no kids, just thinkin bout gettin in it on and
On and on and on and on
That’s how I got where I’m at, right now
Lemme take it back, right now (let’s go)
She was there for me everytime I needed, even when I got a lil lonely
Wasn’t even like she was my gurl, it was more like she was my little homie
Deeper, deeper but then you’ll never know
Sometimes you lose control
Hardest thing to forget about your system is that…

[Chorus]

Baby mama love (that’s what it is)
See I be damn if I let my son call another man Daddy
And if u feel like I feel, that’s baby mama love
I don’t wanna be with her, but I just can’t stand to see her with no body else
I know it’s bad but I can’t help myself
Baby mama love
See I be damn if I let my son call another man Daddy

And if u feel like I feel, that’s baby mama love
I don’t wanna be with her, but I just can’t stand to see her with nobody else
I know it’s bad but I can’t help myself
Baby mama love

(talk to me)
Oh lord, it’s gettin crucial, and bein truthful
I don’t understand it
Oh I just won’t have it
Have her out with anotha nigga out in tha bar
My son with anotha nigga in tha car
Gurl you ain’t gonna play me
Cause i’m just gonna be toleratin dis and payin dat
See I pay da bills, I pay da phone
If I catch you here again, homie we gon have a problem
Let it be known, I might not stay here but this is my home
Leave it alone, cause this child is my baby
No if and buts or maybes
Gurl you gon drive me crazy, with this

[Chorus]

Baby mama love
See I be damn if I let my son call another man Daddy
And if u feel like I feel, that’s baby mama love
I don’t wanna be with her, but I just can’t stand to see her with nobody else
I know it’s bad but I can’t help myself
Baby mama love
See I be damn if I let my son call another man Daddy
And if u feel like I feel, that’s baby mama love
I don’t wanna be with her, but I just can’t stand to see her with nobody else
I know it’s bad but I can’t help myself
Baby mama love

(Baby mama love)

Baby mama love
See I be damn if I let my son call another man Daddy
And if u feel like I feel, that’s baby mama love
I don’t wanna be with her, but I just can’t stand to see her with nobody else
I know it’s bad but I can’t help myself
Baby mama love

Baby mama love
See I be damn if I let my son call another man Daddy
And if u feel like I feel, that’s baby mama love

Thanks to ramona (lilbabygirl08852@yahoo.com) for correcting these lyrics

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N2u – Issues

June 30th, 2006

[Chorus]
Can We Try To Work Out
Its no need to scream and shout
Lets make this love and turn it out
Cuz we got issues

[Verse 1:]
You can tell me that you love me
And make it sound so sweet
Then right around and cuss me
Right in the middle of the street
Now I can do my ususal thing
Jump in my car and speed away
But u know I come runnin back
To you the very next day
Can we work it out

[Chorus: x2]

[Verse 2:]
Everybody got some problems
That dont make them have doubts
Before the neighbors call the cops on us

Lets try and straightin’ this thing out
If they knew you were gonna do some many things
Then itsjust not ment to be
I just want you to be happy baby
I just want you to be with me

[Chorus: x2]

[Bridge:]
When you put out something
You cant stop happenin
You put out nuthin
You get the same
Cuz every were struggling
Tryna keep this love from falling down
And no one was the blame

Just a lil mo time just a little
Just a lil more trys just a little
Just a lil love just a little
Cuz we got issues

[Chorus: till end]

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Nas (f/ Ludacris) – Virgo

June 30th, 2006

One…two…yeah…huh…Nasir

[Chorus - Nas]
Baby girl won’t you come and hold my hand
Won’t you come and chill out with the Virgo
Hey girl, just come and hold my hand
Won’t you come and just chill with the Virgo
We sippin’ on Merlot
You ain’t got be my girl though
I’ll drop you off at Woolabee and Merdo
Smash with the Virgo
Ain’t got to take your shirt off
But see me convince your homegirl though

[Nas]
Uh, she says some life is too hard
She says that she wanna come build and with the god
Promise me that she gonna play her part
Cuz what I spit gets straight to her heart
And she damn fine, feet hammertime
Damn if I mind
Long as the butt bubble in back of your waistline
I don’t waste time, I gotta get-get on it
Just you and me, two glasses….
In the club scene where I met Miss Green Eyes
She walked by asking me “Are you Nas?”
“Why?”
“If you was I’d be totally T.W.I”
“What’s that?”
“Totally With It. T.W.I”
“Ha, well here I am”
“Yep, I’m the man”
“Bartender, put a Cosmo in that girl hand”
So here we standin’ before I begin
Homegirl made a knot out of the cherry stem
Tongue skills, yea I like that
Now we on the right track
Straight to my Phantom called ‘Africa Black’
Ever since then, she been yappin’ her track
Told her friends now they hollerin’ behind her back
Sing

[Chorus - Nas]
Baby girl won’t you come and hold my hand

Won’t you come and chill out with the Virgo
Hey girl, just come and hold my hand
Won’t you come and just chill with the Virgo
We sippin’ on Merlot
You ain’t got be my girl though
I’ll drop you off at Woolabee and Merdo
Smash with the Virgo
Ain’t got to take your shirt off
But see me convince your homegirl though

[Ludacris]
Now I was so fresh and so fly in diamonds
When I stepped up in the club even my eyes was shinin, “bling!”
A little cute thing said, “What’s your name?”
I put my necklace in her face and told her “Read the chain”
Ooh, ooh so stuck up
Told me “Shut the fuck up”
Blow! Ludacris is in the hot Luke house
The needle hit the record, they was playin this song
All the ladies hit the floor and it was uh-uh on
Live forever like ‘Fame’, let the Leroys dance
While I’m laid back chillin in my b-boy stance
Could be a little pop lockin if your girl’s tops droppin
But watch for cock blockin all my coochie stock options
But later for that ASDAQ throw ‘em on the fast track
Make ‘em swip-swap Nasty N.A.S pass that
Honey in the black cuz I’m feelin her curves
She looked down and what I had is that wa-wa word
Why only serve one when you can serve up two
Then at the bachelor’s pad doin what the Virgos do
And these women so shy, but get loud undercover
So we can have sex, but I can’t be your lover!
Sing

[Chorus - Ludacris]
Baby girl won’t you come and hold my hand
Won’t you come and just chill with the Virgo
Hey girl, just come and hold my hand
Won’t you come and chill out with the Virgo
We sippin’ on Merlot
You ain’t got be my girl though
I’ll drop you off at Peachtree and Merlot
Smash with the Virgo
Ain’t got to take your shirt off
But see me convince your homegirl though

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Nas – Bridging The Gap

June 30th, 2006

[Nas talking]
“The light is there.”

[Intro: Olu Dara singing]
See I come from Mississippi
I was young and runnin’ wild
Ended up in New York City, where I had my first child
I named the boy Nasir, all the boys call him Nas
I told him as a youngster, he’ll be the greatest man alive

[Verse 1: Nas]
Let’s go!… Hey-Hey-Hey-Hey –
Tribrary of these rap skits, styles I mastered
Many brothers snatched it up and tried to match it
But I’m still number one, everyday real
Speak what I want, I don’t care what y’all feel
‘Cause I’m my own master, my Pop told me be your own boss
Keep integrity at every cost, and his home was Natchez Mississippi
Did it like Miles and Dizzy, now we gettin’ busy
Bridging The Gap from the blues, to jazz, to rap
The history of music on this track
Born in the game, discovered my father’s music
Like Prince searchin’ through boxes of Purple Rain
But my Minneapolis was The Bridge, home of the Superkids
Some are well-known, some doin’ bids
I mighta ended up on the wrong side of the tracks
If Pops wouldn’t've pulled me back an said yo
[Olu Dara singing]
Greatest man alive (Nas: Yeah, turn it up!)
Gre-Gre-Gre-Gre-Greatest man alive!

[Verse 2: Nas]
The blues came from gospel, gospel from blues
Slaves are harmonizin’ them ah’s and ooh’s
Old school, new school, know school rules
All these years I been voicin’ my blues
I’m a artist from the start, Hip-Hop guided my heart
Graffiti on the wall, coulda ended in Spoffard, juvenile delinquent
But Pops gave me the right type’a tools to think with

Books to read, like X and stuff
‘Cause the schools said the kids had dyslexia
In art class I was a compulsive sketcher of
Teachers in my homeroom, I drew pix to mess them up
‘Cause none’a them would like my style
Read more books than the curriculum profile
Said, “Mr. Jones please come get your child
‘Cause he’s writin’ mad poems and his verses are wild”
[Olu Dara singing]
Greatest man ? The great-greatest man alive

[Verse 3: Nas]
Hey-Hey-Hey — My Poppa was not a Rollin’ Stone
He been around the world blowin’ his horn, still he came home
Then he got grown, changed his name to Olu
Come on, tell ‘em ’bout the places you gone to
[Olu Dara singing]
I been to Saudi Arabia, Mozambique
Madagascar, Paris, Greece
The Middle Africa is where we lived
Better known as Queenbridge
[Nas]
Nas, Nas you don’t stop
Olu Dara in the house, you don’t stop
Muddy Waters’ Howling Wolf you don’t stop
From the Blues to Street Hop you don’t stop
Tell ‘em Pop

[Outro: Olu Dara singing / Nas adlibbing]
See I come from Mississippi (Let ‘em know)
I was young and runnin’ wild (Runnin’ wild)
Ended up in New York City (Yeah!)
Where I had my first child (That’s me)
I named the boy Nasir (Yeah, Daddy!)
All the boys call him Nas (Luh ya, boy)
I told him as a youngster
He’ll be the greatest man alive (You the greatest, Pop)
Greatest man alive (You the greatest, Pop)
Gre-Gre-Gre-Gre-Greatest man alive!
Rest In Peace Ray Charles

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Nas – Thief’s Theme

June 30th, 2006

[Intro]
One, two
Check, one, two
One, two, who got more style, the son do
[rewind]
One, two
Check, one, two
One, two, who got more style, the son do
Check, one, two

[Verse 1]
Yo I’m hot like 95 Fahrenheit
On a summer night, tight spot where bodies rot
Rats drink from water drops, in the streets niggaz
Little kids scared cops, wit bread dots
Philosophical gangsta, where violent priors
Goin back like black and white TV’s wit pliers
Leanin on broke down cars, wit flat tires
Flash iron, or anybody tryin on the blocks I’m supplyin on
Mighty call, my peeps, tie ballons up
And swallow ‘em and the penal got goons, lots of ‘em
Cops see them and run, don’t want no drama
Certain parts of the streets, the beast don’t want a part of
Mortar, hood haunted like the Dakota
Where John Lennon was shot up, but he sang for peace
He begged for freedom, hanged wit wild Jamicians
From Kingston, who drink Irish Moss
Listenin to Peter Winston, Machintosh
Lightning hits the top of the church steeple
When I’m writin, semi-automatic no hyphen
It’s frightening…. [scratches]

[Chorus]
The thief’s theme, play me at night, they won’t act right
Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit
The thief’s theme, play me at night, they won’t act right

Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit
The thief’s theme, play me at night, they won’t act right
Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit
The thief’s theme, play me at night, they won’t act right
Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit

[Verse 2]
I take summers off, cause I love winter beef
Started ’87, wit the shotty in the sheet
Three-quarter length beige, dressed to kill
Bust a shell at the ground, pellets hit the crowd
Nobody like a snitch, everybody shut they mouth
Rule which car heart, gun powder stains
Smellin like trees, set some mill on the brain
Skeemin on ya girls, bamboozled on ya chain
Got ill up on the train, twistin off a cap
Of a English in my vain, might of pushed you on the tracks
Death crack fiends, who can’t speak, scream noises
Cause you bought a drummer sooked, from one of my boys, it’s
…. Just another day in the hood
And I’m, wit some wild brothers, up to no good
We saw the movies, like Tony Montana, and ‘em
But our style was let them piled in, we robbin ‘em
Money dudes, make ‘em come up out they shoes
Run they jewels, word is bond, where my man Nino goin
And I had to make a song, speakin on my old life
For the thief’s who come out at night

[Chorus]

[Outro]
One, two
Check, one, two [echoes]
One, two
Check, one, two
One, two, who got more style, the son do [echoes]
[explosion]

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Nas – You Know My Style

June 30th, 2006

[Verse 1: Nas]
Cup’a Hen’, cup’a Goose, cup’a Cris’
White chain, colored watch on the wrist
Switch lanes in monster whips, ambience
Specially dressed, guess who? — Nas, it’s obvious
Step to bars, we just ordered dark liquors
Clear liquors, y’all niggaz are s-e-x
Yes we get respected, eclectic messages
Left our brains, get into a female’s estrogen
She feels electric, her breasts she touchin’ them
Wet ‘tween the legs from this thug seduction
N-a-s, then they ass, over-spank it
Whisperin’ she loves intelligent gangstas
Call fatties ‘bubbles’, call head ‘skull’
Before I get either I need some Red Bull
She’ll scream as I pushed in her freezing cold pool
When she piss she gon’ bleed in the whole stool
That’s how much I wanna bang and touch her pretty thing
Won’t pluck no chicken wing, don’t fuck with just anything
Gotta come up, run up and get touched up
Suicide, that’s if you confront us

[Chorus I: Nas]
Don’t talk, just hold your breath
Been here a while, s’only one nigga left
And all’a y’all know my style
I spend dough but I still let it pile

Mama shake ya thing
Coochie get wet while the bass beat bang
You put it on and on and on and on
Everybody talkin’ ’bout the new Nas song

[Verse 2: Nas]
Uh, from a boy to a king
Love to rock diamonds and fancy rings
I’m a thoroughbred, real heavy mang
I’m fuckin’ something tonight that’s on everything
Fellas who beat bodies with me

Kidnappers and stick-up kids, they all poli’ with me
Pop bottles with me, button-up shirts and throwbacks
Those cats only roll when I’m in the city
And the dance floor is disgustin’
Move your waistline to the basic percussion
I’m that, cool laid-back don who won’t say nuttin’
And laugh when a nigga start frontin’

[Chorus II: Nas]
And all’a y’all know my style
I spend dough but I still let it pile
Mama shake ya thing
Coochie get wet while the bass beat bang

You put it on and on and on and on
Everybody talkin’ ’bout the new Nas song

Bass beat bang [2X]
Everybody talkin’ ’bout the new Nas song

[Verse 3: Nas]
Rock Tims, rock Chucks, rock Bapes
I like eyes, pretty lips, fly face
First you said you would spread for me in an instant
See me with the next chick, now you act different
Power of the stick shift, now I embarrass her
Play your position, you’re way outta character
Do the knowledge, graduated hood college with honors
Pay homage to Nas, Dickies and Converse
On her eyes shades in the nighttime regardless
The army’s so thick you can’t harm us

[Chorus III: Nas]
And all’a y’all know my style
I spend dough but I still let it pile

Mama shake ya thing
Coochie get wet while the bass beat bang
You put it on and on and on and on
Everybody talkin’ ’bout the new Nas song

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Natalie (f/ Baby Bash) – Energy

June 30th, 2006

[Baby Bash]
Energy, digging on your energy
Energy, digging on your energy
Energy, digging on your energy. energy

[Chorus 2x]
Boy, I’m digging on your energy (Energy)
And I’m digging what you telling me (Telling me)
So I wrote this little melody (Melody)
And dedicate it to my favorite lover

[Verse 1 - Natalie]
I’m lying in bed
There’s thoughts in my head
I’m thinking bout you
Over and over and over and over again
What can I tell you, you got me so twisted
Tossing and turning
Over and over and over and over again
So I wrote a song tonight (Tonight)
You weren’t begging me to write (To write)
Tell me is it cool tonight (Tonight)
To don’t know what’s on my mind

[Chorus 2x]
Boy, I’m digging on your energy (Energy)
And I’m digging what you telling me (Telling me)
So I wrote this little melody (Melody)
And dedicate it to my favorite lover

[Verse 2 - Baby Bash]
Rain and shine sleet and snow
Couldn’t stop the way we flow
Welcome to my miracle
And I’m digging on your lyrical

Your melody is my remedy
Squeeze to my Hennessey
The one to call when I’m sipping for
With the candy coated Tennessee
Just make a wish.
And let’s make it a fish with your boy Baby Bash with some heavenly bliss
Because your kisses on my lips, girl I’m ready to roll
With so vicious and bubblicious, the energy’s throwed

[Chorus 2x]
Boy, I’m digging on your energy (Energy)
And I’m digging what you telling me (Telling me)
So I wrote this little melody (Melody)
And dedicate it to my favorite lover

[Verse 3 - Natalie]
Boy, you know that I dig you
I fell in love when I met you
I love the way you make me feel
Your energy is something real (Fa. sho.)
Boy, I love the way (I love the way)
You make me feel (You make feel)
Is something bout you loving me
Can’t do without your energy

[Chorus 2x]
Boy, I’m digging on your energy (Energy)
And I’m digging what you telling me (Telling me)
So I wrote this little melody (Melody)
And dedicate it to my favorite lover

[Baby Bash]
Energy, digging on your energy
Energy, digging on your energy
Energy, digging on your energy. energy

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