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* just to be clear, l boogie does +not+ in this case refer to lauryn hill Klebefolie für Auto
[swizz beatz] Let's get it started, get it started Let's keep it started, keep it started Yeah, yeah, violater the album Go, go, go!!
[l boogie] This is for my mob and my thug niggas Ruff ryder bug niggas, def jam website violate the club niggas Screaming what, what niggas, yall a bunch of but niggas Always want figures but never play the cut niggas Talk mad shit but never put up niggas Is it cause i bust wit stuff that just shut up niggas Flow like dro, i pull then clip it or mix it wit some moet then sip it Then turn around and flip it, shit on your whole album wit a snippet Run up on your lawyer for your contract then rip it Shame on your label, for trying to let you eat at my seat When they know i call my name at this table I'm gon always be here, and yall always gonna fear The bronx making them recoreds cause we always prepared Got sons you don't know about, ones you don't know about Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out What!!
[swizz beatz] It ain't over, it ain't over, ain't over
[sonja blade] I'm the one wit the chrome and the clothes Drop flows from the dome , wit the ice got the price of a home and a lobe Sonja blad-e, just so you know baby (yeah) Hold eighty roll through you and your old lady How rich this dough made me, gold az matching the navie Shit you won't find at old navy, two hundred zero ad Still live shit, spit to divide cliques on some wise guy shit Same chick from the ?, pretty eyes lips, thighs hips everything five and six Height five six, jeans five six, benz green five and six keep me five or sixed We know dice hit want cream fold, for two green five six seelo and the ego (yeah) So how you flipping grams yo (uh uh) I'm touching keys like pianos to getting dough like tony soprano
[noreaga] Yo my niggas is on the same level i'm on You ask me why i'm melvin flynt i'm doing a porn Ay yo yall niggas is faker then a three dollar bill And i don't shoot to bust yo i shoot to kill What's going on yo, the jumpoff and jump off flow Yo i'm in five o, o, o, yo pass that hoe After you get done wit it, yo let me hit it Bitches know how i come, i bring the cock wit it All of the thug piece you know i gotta rock wit it I ear plane the hoe like i cockpitted Yo i love my niggas, don't love no chicks I like to light the blunts then order my licks Foundation motherfucker like the bottom of bricks I'm from iraq nigga wit domican hits Peurto rican motherfuckers yo yall fake they fits Violator motherfucker
[mysonne] Yo, yo I told these niggas from the gitty up Yall give me sixteen yo i'll tear this whole city up And niggas don't believe then tell em put fifty up All bets is down, all my thugs do dirt, all our tecs spit rounds My ? playas disrespected clowns Bringing guns, weed and coke to connected towns See i pop niggas like corn, and real killers do killings wit the lights on I knock em out, cause i don't like to fight long Remember me lefty gun up in my right palm It's mysonne, see mysonne is the one that knock on your door You open up, you see a whore wit the glock to your jaw See mysonne is the one that hit the blocks wit the raw For his money, mysonne air the block wit the four Yall cowards don't want war, yall can't stand pain Cop you some gators, drink champane Cause when it comes to the street shit, i let the heat lift Murder scene police lines nigga white sheet shit Yall roll wit niggas, i'm the one they roll wit Yall go get niggas, i'm the one they go get Yall niggas don't want nothing to do wit me Cause i spit guns and rhymes like their's two of me Motherfucker
[prodigy] Niggas can't be serious, we wear guns like clothes But only show em when it's time to blow em in bulk We been through way worse then war, razor fights and more Left niggas wit leaks, holes and wide jaw Be the quiet storm, appear how you wanna scale bar Check out your weight, see if it's worth to war We did the street life yall niggas just got involved My appetite for guns is similar to carnivores Dislike me you head on, fight me you dead wrong Cause now a days you only get wet wit my dead on Don't let this song push you, the fourth hit you Have you keyed up gasping for breath on the floor cripple Infamous we take it to the extremes my words Especially when a nigga mistake me for herb Get buried over words, i'm loose wit the dessy bird I can show ready or tell, yall niggas heard
[busta rhymes] Now gitty up now, it's lighting horse back saddleing Rob beaches like we rowing a boat and we paddleing Down a stream of water, wet any nigga challeging Blow one all in your knee cap leave you staggering Scrambling cause theirs a whole lot of shit we be handling My hands all in the money, fuck it we dibble and dabbling Got you imageing how this could really all be happeing My landscape of live niggas stretch from here to maryland Blaw put one in a nigga who be rambling And blow a hundred thou if yall niggas is really gambling Gritty niggas feel the snap pop leaving it crackling You know the bouncer keep all of my live niggas wild wit him Traveling to see niggas from howard through grambling Ha round up my niggas to form a large gathering Yo rattling niggas who walk badlimp Beat you in the same place till the blues start blacking C-e-o niggas stay genaral managing Flipmode throwing those heavy bundles we carrying Yo analyze my many live niggas cramming it We throw a three pointer, while yall niggas throwing javelins Sweating your whole shit, feel your clothes dampeing Dancing in a line of four wheel drives we lamping The ? arms length up in the draw paneling Or unraveling the truth on how niggas remain champions Ha, ha, ha
[busta rhymes] Flipmode, violator, we always silence shit Fuck is wrong wit yall Cut that shit off now Cut it off nigga Cut it off nigga
