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VATO / That's That Ft. R.Kelly
http://www.snoopdogg.com/

That's That (featuring R. Kelly)

R. Kelly
Chorus
I pull up, whip low in the Phantom
With the wheels spinnin’
Ladies like
That’s that shit
I’m in the back of the club
Blowin’ trees
Hands up, head bobbin’ like
That’s that shit
In the spot where the girls go wild
Dancing video style
I’m like
That’s that shit
Snoop Dizzle (Hey)
Your boy Kells (Hey)
Let me hear you say
That’s that shit

Snoop
Let’s get this party jumpin’
Me and Kel gone get it bumpin’
They humpin’
Like when it’s over
We gone all get into somethin’
The Dog is fresh
Southside without a vest
Nothin on my chest
But these ladies up out the Midwest
I must confess
That in the Chi is so blessed
Leaving nothing on my mind
But Doggy, you and safe sex
This ain’t a test
You fucking with a cold mess
Meet me in Chicago
Let me get you to this real west
It’s real strong
Real fat and real long
Doggies in the building
Holdin’ something they can feel up on
And once they get it
Something they can build up on
Take that skinny nigga home
Work that filling till it’s gone
Get that home grown
Put that shit on Daddy long
I know how you ladies do it
T-shirt with no panties on
Let’s get this shit crackin’
Kell and Doggy Dogg in action
If you in here all alone
You might get this dog bone

R. Kelly
Chorus
I pull up, whip low in the Phantom
With the wheels spinnin’
Ladies like
That’s that shit
I’m in the back of the club
Blowin’ trees
Hands up, head bobbin’ like
That’s that shit
In the spot where the girls go wild
Dancing video style
I’m like
That’s that shit
Snoop Dizzle (Hey)
Your boy Kells (Hey)
Let me hear you say
That’s that shit

Snoop
Dip low, Six-Four
Hundred spokes and chronic smoke
All these ladies on the floor
Cuz they know what we in here for
Dogg and Kelly came to ball
Get your ass up off the wall
Let that middle wiggle
Now make that shit fall
Not just one, but all y’all
Move it like you want it all
Let me see you bounce it for me
Work that shit for Doggy Dogg
You gots to do it
Is that your crew
Bring ‘em too
Come here let me take you through it
Then once Kelly get into it
We can get this after party
Poppin’ everybody
Got themselves another body
Knockin’ out
Without protection though
That’s my confession
But at the spot
If you just think
Your gonna listen
You can drop it like it’s hot
Hold up
I came to cool out
Lay back and get blown
Maybe Henny, maybe gin
A couple shots of Patron
And if you didn’t you missed it
But now it’s known
That this cash shit
Kells sing that song

R. Kelly
Chorus
I pull up, whip low in the Phantom
With the wheels spinnin’
Ladies like
That’s that shit
I’m in the back of the club
Blowin’ trees
Hands up, head bobbin’ like
That’s that shit
In the spot where the girls go wild
Dancing video style
I’m like
That’s that shit
Snoop Dizzle (Hey)
Your boy Kells (Hey)
Let me hear you say
That’s that shit


So if you think you got the bomb shit
(Holla at a playa)X3
And if you lookin’ for some good sex
(Holla at a playa)X3
Girl if you ever in the 3-1-2
(Holla at a playa)X3
And if you’re ever in the 2-1-3
(Holla at a playa)X3

Chorus X2
I pull up, whip low in the Phantom
With the wheels spinnin’
Ladies like
That’s that shit
I’m in the back of the club
Blowin’ trees
Hands up, head bobbin’ like
That’s that shit
In the spot where the girls go wild
Dancing video style
I’m like
That’s that shit
Snoop Dizzle (Hey)
Your boy Kells (Hey)
Let me hear you say
That’s that shit

Talib Kweli - Listen
http://www.myspace.com/talibkweli

Lyrics: Talib Kweli - Listen

Friends, Romans, countrymen lend me your ear
Start repenting 'cause the ending is near
But don't panic, you can't function if you living in fear
Pay attention, you gotta listen to hear
Who the fuck you think you talkin' to?
Put you on hold, get a specialist to walk you through
Kweli, the flow captain of fast and slow rappin'
I'm so crackin', you ain't heard, your shit appear like closed captions
King of the bars and I'm goin' hard, pause
All my confidence comes from knowin' God's laws
Bangin' on the system, fightin' my kinda war
Loud as a whisper, quiet as a lion's roar

Get it now, get it fast, get it right
Get it big, get it live, get it done, get it tight
But you don't really hear me though
I spit it clearly so it's live out ya stereo
(Listen) to you heart while it's beatin' in your chest
Speakin' to execs and then see behind the desk
(Listen) to your spirit, nothin' weaker than the flesh
So while you try to keep it fresh you gettin' deeper into debt
Real hip hop is missing from the shelf
Yea, that's what you felt when you listen to yourself
Only a few is makings cuts that vintage
So before you spend your heard earned spinach

You love the sounds coming out your speaker
I spit rounds like a nine milimeter
The youth today, they frown at the teachers
They ain't down with no leaders
They don't wanna wait just a (minute) they like what, wait right there
I got reservoir dogs, you'll be missing a right ear
Get it clear, I figure it's my year
I'm everywhere, makin' appearances in niggaz nightmares
Hear the word, peep the flow, check the cadence
What you heard is a pro, I'm so amazin'
Don't front girl you know it's your favorite
New Kweli, yo they runnin' out of patience

Eminem, 50 Cent, LLoyd Banks & Cashis - You Don't Know
http://myspace.com/eminem

(MUSIC VIDEO)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ym4tqGlkebU&eurl=

Lyrics: Eminem - You Don't Know

[Chorus]
Who run it?
You know ya acting like ya don’t know
We run it
You know but ya acting like ya don’t know
Who run it?
You know ya acting like ya don’t know
We run it
You know but ya acting like ya don’t know
You know ya acting like ya don’t know
I tear the club up fo sho
This flow is gonna bring more dough
You know but ya acting like ya don’t know

[50 Cent]
Now homie I say I run it run it cause I’m in control
Hypnotic hennessy a couple shots of patron
I have ya feeling aight, I get ya high as a kite
Party popping shawty says she coming with me tonight
I ent settled the limit, I ent snapping and popping
Even though I’m bopping my head though I’m just standing there watching
I’ma hustler I hustle, you can tell that I’m paid
And I protect what I got, I’m in a house with my blade
Nigga you front you gonna get it, OK now maybe I’ve said it
Cause I want you to trip it, yea I be on that shit hit
You should see when I’m stuntin’, My flash is sposed to be warning
Push the grip see me rollin’, you can tell that I’m holdin’
I’m just doing my thang, you know the units the game
I got my grimey shady with me, you front you’ll havta get me
Off your ass, I’ll pay the lawsuit and laugh
Haha its not a big deal it’s nothing but some cash
Lets Go…

[Chorus]
Who run it?
You know ya acting like ya don’t know
I tear the club up fo sho
This flow is gonna bring more dough
You know but ya acting like ya don’t know
Who run it?
You know ya acting like ya don’t know
I tear the club up fo sho
This flow is gonna bring more dough
You know but ya acting like ya don’t know

[Eminem]
When me and fif’ got together to do this music
The more we became enveloped we just developed a fellowship through it
It’s no pretend shit its friendship meaning this is assuming
This ent him it’s just media see the image is images
With the shit its new gimmicks, its jus blood in and blood out
When there’s beef you just gotta know when to butt in and butt out,
If there’s a problem we solve it, we don’t resolve it
It usually just evolves into one big brawl and we all get involved
And we should all get a merit, cause most beef we inherit
And wear it like a badge of honor, pass it around and share it
And let it go to whoever’s holding the most current beef on they’re shoulders
And the soldiers got their back s to the toper
But tonight we ent come in here to beef with nobody
We came to party, Banks, Cashis and Mr. Ferrari
So it’s Shady, Aftermizath, packin’ that ass
You wizass, comizo what kinda bizucko musician is that?

[Chorus]
Who run it?
You know ya acting like ya don’t know
I tear the club up fo sho
This flow is gonna bring more dough
You know but ya acting like ya don’t know
Who run it?
You know ya acting like ya don’t know
I tear the club up fo sho
This flow is gonna bring more dough
You know but ya acting like ya don’t know

[Cashis]
Pistol play ricochet see where the victim lay
Slumped over bleeding, J.F.K
H.K to ya chest plate cave
I will ride to the death, do you rep that way?
Forever I’ma be a Shady seven four gangsta
Plus I’ll survive everything you got in that chamber
I thrive off of danger, jumping it all beef
You keep talking shit now the squad gone called me

[Lloyd Banks]
Enough holding back the steam, Em let off a magazine
Dapadon cap of Queens, mixed in with Cashis creams
Started off with half a dream, developed into what you see
Telling ent my cup of tea, can’t tell I’ma fucking G?
I’m all automatic when I’m at it, start static and you splattered
Shit shattered, I’ma walking bitch magnet
Spit it how I live it live it always to the limit
And I’m always on my pivot for my digits you dig it?
So what?

[Chorus]
Who run it?
You know ya acting like ya don’t know
I tear the club up fo sho
This flow is gonna bring more dough
You know but ya acting like ya don’t know
Who run it?
You know ya acting like ya don’t know
I tear the club up fo sho
This flow is gonna bring more dough
You know but ya acting like ya don’t know
Who run it?

どうも。お邪魔します。
リリックと歌手を探しています。

たぶん「Don't wanna see you go」って題名だと思います。
さびだけ女の人が歌っててあとは男の人が歌ってるゆっくりした曲なんですが誰だかわかりません。


よろしくお願いします。

ゆり さん
はじめまして、コメントありがとうです。

さっそく調べてみました。シングルを中心にDon't wanna see you go のタイトルを検索してみましたが、見つかりませんでした。 それで、Don't、wanna、see、you、go、を単語ずつ検索してみました。

1、さびだけ女の人が歌っててあとは男の人が歌ってる。
2、ゆっくりした曲


rankie j - don't wanna try
http://www.rnbjam.com/video-clips-frankie+j+-+don+t+wanna+try-152.html

rankie j (urban mix)に女性が参加しています。


Can't Let You Go (Ft. Lil' Mo and Mike Shorey)
http://whoizdat.imeem.com/music/Wq3UCz8p/cant_let_you_go_ft_lil_mo_and_mike_shorey/



Latif "I Don't Wanna Hurt You"
http://www.bebo.com/FlashBox.jsp?FlashBoxId=889778082

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男性ボーカルのみですが、参考までに

Mario Winans - I Don't Want To Know
http://www.rnbjam.com/video-clips-mario+winans+-+i+don+t+want+to+know-139.html

I Wanna Tell U
http://music.msn.com/artist/?artist=16485310#


CRUZ - I JUST WANNA KNOW
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_96dfzyIOMY

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これ白人の語人組なんですが。笑
試聴サンプルが見つかりませんでした。

Five
http://www.amazon.com/Dont-Wanna-Let-You-Pt/dp/B00004SV96


さー、当たっているのかしら。

Where Y'all At
http://myspace.com/nas


Where Y'all At Lyrics

[Chorus]
Where them gangsters at?
Where them dimes at?
Where where them gangsters at?
Where them dimes at?

Where them gangsters at?
Where them dimes at?
Where where them gangsters at?
Where them dimes at?

Where them gangsters at?
Where them dimes at?
Where where them gangsters at?
Where them dimes at?

Where them dimes at?
Where them dimes at?
Where where them dimes at?
Where where them dimes at?

[Nas]
I slow dance with the Devil
Snow setting in the bezzle
Mo' sipping, phantom bumping Aaron Neville
Polo black scented, eyes squinted
Air Force One's, with my own patent in it
Fresher than a star, glowing up in the galaxy
Pagan holidays, are way far from my reality
Far through Evisu jeans, lethal green
Oliver peoples shades when I creep through Queens
With no AKs, I'm the ambassador
Robin Hood in the Aston Mart.
Lotta blood gonna splash in war
Task force homicide, federalies gonna arrest
But y'all ain't never seen nothing
Not a word not a hint, on the kid from the Project Bench
That went Sony-BMG, to that new conglomerate
Island Def Jam, guess how many dollars was spent
To get the best man, yall niggaz ain't silencing shit
Ya bench been wanna police the dick
The big Benz, Imma model ya chick
Was that posing, cash froze her
Cats stroke her, once I smash it's over
Cold like ice, more chains than slaves
Dangerous ways, Poltergeist change the channel
Roll the dice, I bring change when I gamble
I could sell sand to a Arab, hot and my gun handle

[Chorus]

[Nas]
The ill whip pusher, my spit wet ya
If you stand close to the woofer
Betcha get sprayed by my lecture
Any club with ladies or dimes, I'm a regular
Give it up smooth, I ain't beggin ya
Intelligent brainiac, brains maniac
Back of the Maybach, taste that, don't waste that
Eat with my elbows top of the table
Street etiquette with speech impediments
And s'til see presidents, no matter who paid
Cause you ain't take the last dollar made
Long as they keep printing it, there's chances of getting it
Money's my bitch, and we stay intimate
Ask about Nashwan, could ask about Jung
Ask about Bravehearts, and ask where I'm from
Q Boro, specifically The Bridge
Don't ask no more question, ya know what it is

[Chorus]

[Nas]
Whether chrome sparking or loan sharking
Busting rachets or numbers rackets or drug traffic
My funds are wrapped up, no concerns who has what
Financer, skull doo wrapped up
Mob life, prizefights, plasma tvs or first floor
Diversified all my circle
Amid the most sickest groom the proof swiftness
Numero uno, annuit to wet this
That's the language of our Latin ancestors
On the back of a dollar, the plan and the message
In the Rolls Royce like the King of Nigeria
My criteria, smoke cigars
Change rap like Jimi Hendrix changed Rock And Roll
With a broke guitar, diamonds flashing
Almost put a million cash in, in my mommy casket
Seen more green than St. Patrick-trick

[Chorus]

ＴＯＭＭＹさんありがとうございました。少ない情報でこんなに曲が出てくるとは・・・さすがです！！

残念ながら私が探していた曲はなかったです。
でもお気に入りの曲が増えました！！
ありがとうございます☆

また今度よろしくお願いします！！

ゆりさん どういたしまして。
やっぱり、無かったんですね。残念です。
今回シングル中心で2002年以降の物限定で調べたので、その前又はアルバムの曲だったのかも知れません。

実は、上のリスト以外にもスローで男性ボーカルの物がありましたので、ここ又はリクエストの方で近いうちに更新します。

それで、どんな感じの声だったのかで歌手も特定しやすいかと思います。

又何か、あったら声掛けて下さいね。

Eamon - F**k It (I Don't Want You Back)
http://www.allmusicvideocodes.com/e/eamon/fuck_it.html

Lil Eddie feat. Mario Winans - I Don't Think I Ever
http://myspace.com/lileddie

http://xxlmag.com/online/?p=6122

Snoop Dogg Imagine Lyrics

[Snoop Dogg]
Yo Doc what up my nigga
Snoop Dogg, this what it is man
This record is so motherfuckin' gangsta man
And i think it's time for me and you to just
Tone it down a bit
Come on

[Dr.Dre Verse #1]
Imagine it never happened
Imagine no rappin'
Imagine niggas trapped
Imagine it havin’ action
Imagine how these niggas could be actin’
If you never got this shit crackin
Imagine life so hard
You can't imagine it's like livin' in city of god
You feel me
Imagine life on the yard
I'm tryin' to get that dollar on some shitty ass job
Imagine Biggie with his son
Imagine Pac gettin' call pop 'bout one
Imagine a mother struggling
Dealing with a system that don’t give a fuck about who shot her son
Imagine life where you can't win
When you get out of the ghetto and go right to the pen
When you get out to the pen you go right to the jenz
So if you get back to the streets you go right back in
Imagine Russell still struggling
No Def Jam just antoher nigga hustlin'
And no rocks on them fellaz
Just rocks on them fellaz
Just try and keep it bubblin'
Imagine niggas dressed up
From the east to the west coast, everybody fucked up
I can't imagine no less
But it don't take imagination
To know niggas been blessed with
HIP-HOP

[Chorus]
Before we go
Can you imagine?
Picture years, with your mom
Can you imagine?
Hang her picture in the sky
Can you imagine?
Call emergency I’ve been dreamin’ all my life.

[Snoop Dogg Verse #2]
Could you imagine bein' lit up by some hot shells?
Imagine being tossed around and put in jail
Imagine life when you can’t get from under
Imagine niggas at ya when you done fo'
Remember when they asks ya why ya run for and treat ya like a bitch
When they kick you in your dick and take your shit
We actin' like they hate to see you gun hoe
But just imagine if the rappin' got the gun no but you already know.
Imagine niggaz in the LBC felt just like Snoop Dogg & D-R-E,
And felt just like the niggaz in the 2-1-3.
Then imagine us was comin' when you fuckin' with me.
Imagine you was up on top of this shit
Imagine if the bitches could stay off this dick
I mean imagine we said fuck this shit
Imagine if my niggaz got together and tow up this bitch, yeah
You can't imagine growin' up in the jail done
Happy just to be alive' watching all your people run
Would you imagine growin' up to sell your 50 million records world wide or fuckin' off somebodies son
Imagine if these niggaz never saw a colour
Would it be peaceful in them streets where niggaz kill each other
All the drunk fool get us pissed on balls
He fuckin' off my niggaz, they gone murder us all
Imagine that

[Chorus]
Before we go
Can you imagine?
Picture years, with your mom
Can you imagine?
Hang her picture in the sky
Can you imagine?
Call emergency I’ve been dreamin’ all my life.

Lost One - Jay-Z
(Feat. Chrisette Michele)

http://youtube.com/watch?v=aW3cpb1Eezc

[Verse 1]

I heard muthaf***as sayin’ they made Hov…
Made Hov say ‘OK, so, make another Hov’…
Niggas wasn’t playin’ they day role
So we parted ways like Ben and J-Lo
Shoulda been did it, but I been in a daze though
I put friends over business end of the day though
When friends…business interest is day-glo
Ain’t nuffin left to say though, I guess we forgot what we came for
Shoulda stayed in food and beverage, too much flossing
Too much Sam Rawstein, I ain’t a bitch but I gotta divorce them
Hov had to get the shallow s*** up off him
And I ain’t even want to be famous
Niggas is brainless to unnecessarily go through these changes
And I don’t even know how I came to this
Except that fame the worst drug known to man
It’s stronger than heroin, but you can look in the mirror like ‘there I am”
And still not see what you become
I know I’m guilty of it too, but not like them
You lost ones….

[Chorus]
Let go to get one (get one)
Lose some to win some
Story of a champion
Sorry I'm a champion
You lost one

[Verse 2]

I don’t think it’s meant to be (B…)
For she loves her work more than she does me
And honestly at 23 I would probably love my work than I did she
So we ain’t we, it’s me and her
Cause what she prefers over me is work
And that’s where we defer, so I have to give her
Free time…even if it hurts
So breathe, mami, it’s deserved
You’ve been put on this Earth to be all you can be like the Reserves
And me? My timing is on me it serves
So I have to allow she, HER, time to serve
The time’s now for her, in time she’ll mature
And maybe we can be we again, like we were
Finally, my time’s too short to share
And I ask her now it aint fair…

[Chorus]
Let go to get one (get one)
Lose some to win some
Story of a champion
Sorry I'm a champion
You lost one

[Verse 3]

My nephew died in the car I bought
So under the belief it’s partly my fault
Close my eyes and squeeze, try to block that thought
Place any burden on me, PLEASE NOT THAT LORD
But time don’t go back, it goes forward
Can’t run from the pain, go towards it
Some things can’t be explained what caused it
Such a beautiful soul, so pure (s***…)
Gonna see you again, I’m sure of it
Till that time, little man I’m nauseous
Your girlfriend’s pregnant, the Lord’s gift…
Almost lost my faith, that restored it
It’s like having your life restarted
Can’t wait for your child’s life to be apart of it
So now I’m childlike waitin’ for a gift
To return, when I lost you, I lost it

[Chorus]
Let go to get one (get one)
Lose some to win some
Story of a champion
Kalik you're a champion
I lost one

Beyonce - Irreplaceable
Label: Columbia
Contact:
Length: 3:47
Album:
Website: www.beyonceonline.com
Uploaded On: 10-16-2006

Lyrics: Beyonce - Irreplaceable [Artist Lyrics]
Album: B-day

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3URfWTEPmtE


To the left
To the left
To the left
To the left
To the left
To the left
Everything you own in the box to the left
In the closet that's my stuff - Yes
If I bought it nigga please don't touch
And keep talking that mess, that's fine
But could you walk and talk at the same time
And It's my mine name that is on that Jag
So remove your bags let me call you a cab

Standing in the front yard telling me
How I'm such a fool - Talking about
How I'll never ever find a man like you
You got me twisted

You must not know about me
You must not know about me
I could have another you in a minute
matter fact he'll be here in a minute - baby

You must not know about me
You must not know about me
I can have another you by tomorrow
So don't you ever for a second get to thinking you're irreplaceable

So go ahead and get gone
And call up on that chick and see if she is home
Oops, I bet ya thought that I didn't know
What did you think I was putting you out for?
Cause you was untrue
Rolling her around in the car that I bought you
Baby you dropped them keys hurry up before your taxi leaves
Standing in the front yard telling me
How I am such a fool - Talking about
How I'll never ever find a man like you
You got me twisted

You must not know about me
You must not know about me
I could have another you in a minute
matter fact he'll be here in a minute - baby

You must not know about me
You must not know about me
I will have another you by tomorrow
So don't you ever for a second get to thinking you're irreplaceable

So since I’m not your everything
How about I'll be nothing
Nothing at all to you
Baby I wont shead a tear for you
I won't lose a wink of sleep
Cause the truth of the matter is
Replacing you is so easy

To the left
To the left
To the left
To the left
To the left
To the left
Everything you own in the box to the left

To the left
To the left

Don't you ever for a second get to thinking you're irreplaceable

You must not know about me
You must not know about me
I could have another you in a minute
matter fact he'll be be here in a minute - baby

You must not know about me
You must not know about me
I can have another you by tomorrow
Don't you ever for a second get to thinking you're irreplaceable

You must not know about me
You must not know about me
I could have another you in a minute
matter fact he'll be be here in a minute - baby

You must not know about me
You must not know about me
I can have another you by tomorrow
Don't you ever for a second get to thinking you're irreplaceable

Lyrics: Beyonce - Listen
Album: Dreamgirls Soundtrack

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rhL2x86geAU

Listen to the song here in my heart
a melody I start but can't complete

Listen to the sound from deep within
Its only beginning to find release

Ohh the time has come for my dreams to be heard
They will not be pushed aside and turned
Into your own, all 'cause you won't listen

[chorus]
Listen
I am alone at a crossroads
I'm not at home in my own home
And I've tried and tried
To say whats on my mind
You should have known
Now I'm done believing you
You don't know what I'm feeling
I'm more than what
You've made of me
I followed the voice, you gave to me
But now I've gotta find my own
You should have listened

There was someone here inside
Someone I thought had died
So long ago
Oh I'm screaming out
And my dreams will be heard
They will not be pushed Aside or turned
Into your own
All 'cause you won't listen

[chorus]
Listen
I am alone at a crossroads
I'm not at home in my own home
And I've tried and tried
To say whats on my mind
You should have known
Now I'm done believing you
You don't know what I'm feeling
I'm more than what
You've made of me
I followed the voice, you gave to me
But now I've gotta find my own
You should have listened

I don't know where I belong
But I'll be moving on
If you don't, if you won't

Listen to the song here in my heart
A melody I start, but I will complete

Now I am done believing you
You don't know not what I am feeling
I'm more than what you've made of me
I followed the voice you think you gave to me

But now I got to find my own - my own

[thanks Ashley]

CHRISTINA MILIAN (f/ Young Jeezy) LYRICS

http://music.clevver.com/video/14076/christina-milian-say-i-f-young-jeezy.php


Say I


This is...this is...this is... hot
You like this
You are now witnessing
The flyest shit in the world
I can't think of nothing else to say
Christina Milian
Cool and Dre

[Christina Milian]
I got the urge to scream out
Pull out the bird, it's me now
And I don't know about you
I'm got it popping like I'm suppose to do
Don't hold your breath girls scream out
Sweat out the perm pull the weave out
And tell the world it's time and that we going to love you and hurry scream out loud
Say III..

[Chorus]
Ima make it happen
Ima make a way
If you got something to prove
If you feel the same way
Say I....I

I'm going to keep it gangster
I'm going to make it hot
If you feeling like I do, then people throw your hands up
Say I.....I

You want to dance then get down
You tryna chill then sit down
Do what you wanna to do
don't let nobody tell you what you re suppose to do
You want to go...you grinding
Tryna get me in bed
Tryna do the timing
I know you feel this rough
hey
And let me see your hands up

Ima make it happen
Ima make a way
If you got something to prove
If you feel the same way
Say I....I

Ya heard the lady
Say I if you feel it
Yeah

I'm going to keep it gangster
I'm going to make it hot
([Young Jeezy] Yeah you already know me Snowman)
If you feel like I do, then people throw your hands up
Say I.....I

[Young Jeezy]
My nephew getting known and starting to talk
Now my mom's got sick and she can't walk
No high school diploma But I know math
Ain't write one song and she still want half
Dead beat dad is what the media say
Best father in the world is what my son will say
Won't stop til you roll, that's what his mom's going to say
But hey
That's the type of game you play
The media talk so bad about me
The streets doing so bad without me
Can't band the snowman
This is thug motivation is just part of the program
The first day of class and all you gotta do is stack cash to pass
Don't mind me I'm just thinking out loud
Pert Got my head in the cloud

Getting to it, let's just face it
We can do it if we try
We can make it if we try, make it if we try (say I)
Ain't nothing to it
Let's just take it
We can make it if we try
Say I

Let's just do it
We can make it
I know we'll make it if we try
Say I....

Whoaaa...

Ima make it happen
Ima make a way
If you got something to prove
If you feel the same way
Say I.....I

I'm going to keep it gangster
I'm going to make it hot
If you feeling like I do, then people throw your hands up
Say I.....I

Getting to it, let's just face it
We can do it if we try
Ain't nothing to it
Let's just take it
We can make it if we try

Ima make it happen
Ima make a way
If you got something to prove
If you feel the same way
Say I.....I

I'm going to keep it gangster
I'm going to make it hot
If you feel like I do, then people throw your hands up
Say I.....I

Christina Milian
Dip It Low Lyrics

http://www.webratsmusic.com/video-6318-dip-it-low.php

He says he wants you, he says he needs you
It's real talk, then why not make him wait for you
If he really wants you, if he really needs you
Really got to have you
Take your time and feel him out
When he's a good boy
I mean a really, really good boy
Why not let him lay with you
That's when you give it to him good

(Chorus)
Dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around
Poke it out like your back broke
Pop, pop, pop that thing
I'ma show you how to make your man say "Oh!"
Dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around
Poke it out like your back broke
Pop, pop, pop that thing
I'ma show you how to make your man say "Oh!"


You're getting bold, he's growing cold
It's just the symptoms of young love growing old
You think it's time
And you're thinking of leaving, but give it time
It's late at night, he's coming home
Meet him at the door with nothing on
Take him by the hand, let him know what's on
If you understand me, y'all come on

All my ladies wind it up
If you know just how to move
All my fellas jump behind
And show her what you wanna do

All my ladies wind it up
If you know just how to move
All my fellas jump behind
And show her what you wanna do

(Chorus)
Dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around
Poke it out like your back broke
Pop, pop, pop that thing
I'ma show you how to make your man say "Oh!"
Dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around
Poke it out like your back broke
Pop, pop, pop that thing
I'ma show you how to make your man say "Oh!"

We can move if you wanna
We can move if you wanna
We can move if you wanna
We can move...

(Chorus)
Dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around
Poke it out like your back broke
Pop, pop, pop that thing
I'ma show you how to make your man say "Oh!"
Dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around
Poke it out like your back broke
Pop, pop, pop that thing
I'ma show you how to make your man say "Oh!"
Dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around
Poke it out like your back broke
Pop, pop, pop that thing
I'ma show you how to make your man say "Oh!"
Dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around
Poke it out like your back broke
Pop, pop, pop that thing
I'ma show you how to make your man say "Oh!"

MARY J BLIGE - MJB Da MVP
http://youtube.com/watch?v=rFvDR3SI3-w


Yeah
Lets take‘em back
Uh huh

1st Verse:

‘91 I stepped
In this game
After "What's The 411?"
Things ain't been the same
And I can't complain
But with all this fame
Comes a whole lot of pain
But I’m so glad
To be here
And my music
Is still sincere
Lets get back to the story
All of this pain and glory
In ’94 was “My Life”
And my life wasn’t right
So I reached out
To you and told you
What I’ve been through

Hook:

[50 Cent & Mary]
Hate or love it

[50 Cent]
The under
Dogs on top

[50 Cent & Mary]
And I'm gon' shine

[50 Cent]
Homeie until
My heart stop

[Mary]
Go head
And envy me
I’m the
Soul hip-hop queen
And I ain't going
Nowhere but you
Already know me


[50 Cent & Mary]
Hate or love it

[50 Cent]
The under
Dogs on top

[50 Cent & Mary]
And I'm gon' shine

[50 Cent]
Homeie until
My heart stop

[Mary]
Go head
And envy me
I’m the
Soul hip-hop queen
And I aint going
Nowhere but you
Already know me

2nd Verse:

Then I came with
“Share My World”
But at that point
I was just a foolish girl
Tryin' to find my way
Then I dropped
The “Mary” album
And people would say that
It’s just not
Gonna work
And my feelings
They did hurt
But my fans
Showed me so much love
And I owe
It all to them
Then I came with
“No More Drama”
I remember
That week
It was when Aaliyah died
I couldn’t hardly sleep
Thought about it everyday
And it made me
Change my ways
I’m a real woman now
Because of all these things

Repeat Chorus 1x

"You Remind Me"
Of a "Real Love"
"You Don't Have To Worry"
"All Night Long"
"I'm Goin' Down"
Shoo bi do bi doob
Do, do, doo
Shoo do do do
Do, do, doo
"Reminisce"
On the love
We had
You are "Everything"
"Love Without A Limit"
What you gonna do without
"My Life"
My life, my life, my life

Repeat Chorus 1x

Interlude:

Right now
I wanna thank
Each and every person
Out there
That's ever done
Anything for
Mary J. Blige
I wanna thank T.V.
Radio
Talk Shows
Friends
Family
But most of all
I wanna thank
My fans
For hangin'
In their with me
During the bad times
And now you're here
To see me
In a point
Of my life
Where I can actually
Call myself a queen
And for those
Of you
Who don't like it
This is
What you can do
You can do this

Vamp:

You can hate it
Or love it
Hate it or love it
Hate it or love it
Hate it or love it
Hate it or love it
Hate it or love it
Hate it or love it
Love it, love it

Mary J Blige - Your Child

http://www.videocure.com/video_loading30_52.php?jop=2&letter=m&id=8aff8d93768bcaa518d65d8fd4fed0ee&bw=undefined


It's too bad it's too bad
It's too bad it's too bad baby
But I gotta face reality
It's too bad it's too bad
Too bad baby yeah
But I gotta face reality

Today you had a visitor
Or should I say an old friend
But wait a minute
That's not where it ends no
Is there something
That you want to tell me hmm
Cause I'm believing what your friends say
About your hidden secret seeds

1 The girlfriend
She wasn't disrespectful
In fact, she's a hundred percent sure
And how could I argue with her
Holding a baby with eyes like yours


2 - She said it's your child
And it really messed me up
How could you deny
Your own flesh and blood
Gotta face reality
There can never be anymore us
More than life hurt me
Yes so precious

She said she never, wanted to hurt me
And could I understand, she's afraid and lost
She said a real woman wouldn't do this over the phone
And that you told her about me after the baby was born

Repeat 1

Repeat 2 (2x)

Hmm, oh I can't, looks just like you
How could you deny your own flesh and blood
Your own child
What kind of man are you?
Oh, oh the girlfriend

Ne-yo
Stay
Album: In My Own Words

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FdBpKM4XGcY

(f/ peddi peddi)

(peddi)
que linda ma, que linda ma, tu que linda ma, que linda ma, que linda ma
let's go!

(ne-yo)
the room is spinnin'
and i can't breathe
and o0h my head is just achin'
hands won't stop sweatin'
and my knees girl they just wont stop shakin'
my stomach is turnin' flips
and i feel sick
yea see (yeah)
and this is all just at the thought of you leavin' me

(hook)
(baby i'm a fool)
am i stupid?
(baby i'm a fiend)
addicted to it
(baby i don't know)
but your my get right when it's rong
(baby it's your smile)
makes me happy
(baby it's your touch)
so relaxing
(whatever it is)
without it i just can't go on
and i want you to know that

(chorus)
i just can't help myself
i just can't help myself
i don't need nothin' else
all i need is you
why don't you just
stay with me
why don't you just
stay with me
why don't you just
stay with me
why don't you just
stay with me

never gonna be without cha'
see myself with only you
i finally found my inspiration
here your voice sing
(baby wooohhoo00oo)
anything i gotcha'
watcha' want indeed i'll be
cuz you are my everything
so baby please just
stay with me

(hook)
(baby i'm a fool)
am i stupid?
(baby i'm a fiend)
addicted to it
(baby i don't know)
but your my get right when it's wrong
(baby it's your smile)
makes me happy
(baby it's your touch)
so relaxing
(whatever it is)
without you i just can't go on

(chorus)
i just can't help myself
i just can't help myself
i don't need nothin' else
all i need is you
why don't you just
stay with me
why don't you just
stay with me
why don't you just
stay with me
why don't you just
stay with me

(peddi)

que linda ma, que linda ma, tu que linda ma, que linda ma, que linda ma, que linda ma, tu que linda ma, que linda ma

dah dah dah dah dah
now
live from the 215
my babygirl ride right on my left handside
mercedes rug slide through the palm of a dime
the brother known best
its the prince
and you my princess
let's get it on
mami que-linda
look at cha' beautiful smile
i don't wanna leave ya
why don't cha stay for a while
i love to love ya
like heavy bum-bum-tiddly-dee
take off ya sneaks
and leme tickle ya feet
peddi a libra
you think that peddi a freak
oooh you a leo
i heard they rather unique
your sucha diva
your sucha pleasure to meet
your 1 of ur stature
1 in a million
nothin' else matters

(ne-yo)
i love to turn you on
your like my favorite song
without you would be wrong
(would be wrong)
forever and always
did you know what you do for me?
love you you're my melody
wearin' my heart on my sleeve
(music)
you're all i need

(chorus:)
i just can't help myself
i just can't help myself
i don't need nothin' else
all i need is you
why don't you just
stay with me
why don't you just
stay with me
why don't you just
stay with me
why don't you just
stay with me

Artist : Styles P
Song : I'm Black

http://profile.imeem.com/BFzuI/music/Glxl4uaN/im_black_ft_floetry/


(I'm Black)
Whether I'm poor or rich, or rich or poor
Though its all the same shit
(I'm Black)
Even though my skins kind of light
That means my ancestors was raped by somebody white
(I'm Black)
So I like to sing dance and crack jokes
Eat good food and be around black folks
(I'm Black)
Sort of like the Holys on Sundays
Drink all night and still go to work monday
(I'm Black)
So I like the kids looking real nice
Cuz I've been poor and I know what it feels like
(I'm Black)
And I'ma say it loud like James Brown
People be proud cuz we all up in the game now
(I'm Black)
And I'ma hold my right fist real high
Might see my man and we might get real high
(I'm Black)
And I know it, and I aint afraid to show it
(I'm Black)
And I'm the genius in the motherfuckin Poet
You know it

(Ohh Ohhh)

Chorus (Floetry)
So proud to be just who I'am
So proud to say that I'm me...
So proud to be just who I'am
So proud to be so free
(I'm Black)
So proud to say that I made it
(I'm Black)
The one who struggled in the hatred
(I'm Black)
And I'm not afraid to say it
(I'm Black..Cuz I know I'm Sinking)

(I'm Black)
So I gotta heart full of bravery
Do for my peoplez that went through Slavery
(I'm Black)
So you know I'm young in the sports
Nintey percent chanced I get hunged in the Court
(I'm Black)
Don't you be scared of me Mister
Cuz you don't really seem to be scared of my sister
(I'm Black)
And I can ride first class too
Or buy an exotic car and like murk past you
(I'm Black)
And I don't need a tan in the winter
Mind strong and powerful now a cypher can't enter
(I'm Black)
And I don't need jewelry to shine
Look in my skin color is like the jewelry is blind
(I'm Black)
They focus on the negative attention
Do something positive, and never get mentioned
(I'm Black)
Listen it's a fact, original man
I wouldn't change it if I could and thats that

Chorus(Floetry)
So proud to be just who I'am
So proud to say that I'm me...
So proud to be just who I'am
So proud to be so free
(I'm Black)
So proud to say that I made it
(I'm Black)
The one who struggled in the hatred
(I'm Black)
And I'm not afraid to say it
(I'm Black)
(I'm Black...I'm Black...Ohh...Yeah...Yeah)

(I'm Black)
Even with a caramel complextion
Look in the mirror see Malcolm and Martin reflection
(I'm Black)
Just like the PANTHERS, looking for an answer
It's prejudice shit is like a cancer
(I'm Black)
Look in my eyes the wall can't get pulled over
Look in my cars and stay gettin pulled over
(I'm Black)
Me the public enemies number one
Government looking in the hood sending in the gun
(I'm Black)
I grew up off the good time show
Drink liquor smoke weed and let the good times roll
(I'm Black)
I live for my wife and my seeds
And my mom with a bond only God can acceed
(I'm Black)
I got to show my homeboys love
First thing you learnt in the hood is homeboy love
(I'm Black)
And I'm mad if I ain't nuthin else
(I'm Black)
I'm beautiful and I love myself (Say together)
YEAH! (Love myself...Ohh yeah)

Chorus(Floetry)
So proud to be just who I'am
So proud to say that I'm me...
So proud to be just who I'am
So proud to be so free
(I'm Black)
So proud to say that I made it
(I'm Black)
The one who struggled in the hatred
(I'm Black)
And I'm not afraid to say it
(I'm Black)
(I'm Black...I'm Black...Yeah)

JANET JACKSON

Album: 20 Y.O. (20 YEARS OLD) (2006)

WITH U

http://youtube.com/watch?v=P457bauy0K8


Strangely I feel a connection with you babe
Oddly enough I crave for it to remain purely
More authentic than I've been used to
Surely this can't be something that's taboo cause you

Got it like I like it and I feel the need to say
Baby it's forever and I really mean to
Make you feel as special as I see you baby
Never have I ever been around someone
Who makes life so free and life so fun
And as crazy as it may sound, I ain't joking baby

Cause when I'm in those arms of yours
I'm so gone
The things I like
Can't tell me it's not right
When I'm with you
I lose myself and no one
Can make me do
What I can't wait to do when I'm with you

Really I get inspired off you baby
Truly I feel alive from you
And you're the only
No one else can duplicate you
I'd leave the one I have I know
It's sad but damn you

Got it like I like it and I feel the need
To say baby it's forever and I really mean to
Make you feel as special as I see you baby
Never have I been around someone
Who makes life so free and life so fun
And as crazy as it may sound I ain't joking baby

Cause when I'm in those arms of yours
I'm so gone
The things I like
Can't tell me it's not right
When I'm with you
I lose myself and no one
Can make me do
What I can't wait to do when I'm with you

The times that we've shared together
Are some of the best times of my life
I wish you were the one
I could be with forever

Cause when I'm with you
I don't want tomorrow to come
And if I had my way
I'd spend every day and night in your arms
So let me lay here
And feel what happiness feels like
And wish for it to last because
Tomorrow it's back to real life

Until then
I'll just keep dreaming

Cause when I'm in those arms of yours
I'm so gone
The things I like
Can't tell me it's not right
When I'm with you
I lose myself and no one
Can make me do
What I can't wait to do when I'm with you

If I Was Your Man - Joe

http://tbohiphop.net/joe-if-i-was-your-man/16/
http://stephaniempls.imeem.com/music/_XOMROc8/if_i_was_your_man_joe/
http://youtube.com/watch?v=drjHvfnvtVM



If i was your man, girl

girl im so tired of things
I just wanna settle down
I swear to you ive changed
baby I aint buggin out
I kno I put you through hell
you deserve to be with someone else
but I gotta be straight up (straight up)
girl I just wanna kiss and make up (make up)
oo we’ve been through a lot of things
how do you throw that away
you were the heart of me
cant believe you let it break
tell me why you wont let him go
you can say what you want but I kno
baby no more lies
ima keep it real this time

help me understand what im saying
and get through
why cant i be your man when id give up the world for you
girl ill do the best I can
love you forever that’s what ill do
if I was your man
if I was your man

got rid of everything
that I knew was hurting you
my hustling the streets
gave that up for you too
don’t want nothing else in the way
I just wanna make sure that you’ll stay
baby no more lies
ima do it right this time

help me understand what im saying
and get through
why cant i be your man when id give up the world for you
girl ill do the best I can
love you forever that’s what ill do
if I was your man
if I was your man

cant live without you anymore
baby I kno that you’re worth fighting for
they say that youre still thinking of me
my arms is where you need to me
cant live without you anymore
baby I kno that you’re worth fighting for
they say that youre still thinking of me
my arms is where you need to me

if I was your man
if I was your man

help me understand what im saying
and get through
why cant i be your man when id give up the world for you
girl ill do the best I can
love you forever that’s what ill do
if I was your man
if I was your man

help me understand what im saying
and get through
why cant i be your man when id give up the world for you
girl ill do the best I can
love you forever that’s what ill do
if I was your man
if I was your man

The Traffic Jam - Stephen Marley

http://www.myspace.com/stephenmarley
The Traffic Jam (MUSIC VIDEO)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rt_rXWmrRQ4


(Feat. Damian Marley)

Intro: Stephen Marley (*Damian Jr. Gong" Marley)
Cho! Stabba dom! (*Yeah!!!)
stabba labba dom Stooby labba labba dom ram (*Watch mi lion!!!)
labba babba labba labba dom, I say


Chorus: Stephen Marley
Pom, rom pa ba dom ba dom ba ba dom
Babba dom ba dabba dom ba dom ba ba dom
Pom, rom pa ba dom ba dom ba ba dom
Babba dom ba dabba dom ba dom ba ba dom

Verse 1: Stephen Marley
This is raggamuffin from di ghetto yutes camp
Anywey mi go mi seh mi must leff mi stamp
Marijuana weh mi smoke dem seh too ignorant
Just some odda day some puff a whole mek fi one
Then mi bredda Juju and mi idren name Don
Bounce and listen to Gong when mashin up di traffic jam
Police pull mi ova talkin bout him smell bud
From mi look inna him face and know this bwoy have a plan
Juju touch mi pon my shoulda seh di bwoy a demon
First ting him waan to know is where dat smell is comin from
Are you smokin marijuana and I said yes I am
True him seh some man trance seh it cost a couple grand
Him seh mek mi see di license and registration
And where are yuh headed what's yuh occupation
Dun know seh raggamuffin nah go answer question
As is says on the paper read di information
From mi nah go tek nuh switch or interrogation
So book mi if yuh book mi carry dung a station
Mek mi show dem how we did it inna style and pattern

Chorus: Stephen Marley
Pom, rom pa ba dom ba dom ba ba dom
Babba dom ba dabba dom ba dom ba ba dom
Pom, rom pa ba dom ba dom ba ba dom
Babba dom ba dabba dom ba dom ba ba dom

Verse 2: Stephen Marley
I'm di judge, di lawyer Juve I'm my own bails man
And if yuh check it out dat would be my station
Mi seh sekkle Juju royal for yah run England
And when mi plane land yuh nah go thru nuh customs
This is raggamuffin inna different pattern
Mi nuh go inna nuh session unless it conk and ram
And from yuh see we face and wanna ask a question
And anywhere we go we haffi ra pa pom, pom

Chorus: Stephen Marley
Pom, rom pa ba dom ba dom ba ba dom
Babba dom ba dabba dom ba dom ba ba dom
Pom, rom pa ba dom ba dom ba ba dom
Babba dom ba dabba dom ba dom ba ba dom

Verse 3: Damian "Jr. Gong" Marley (Buju Banton)
Well if a ganja dem a look fah dem know where to find us
Well we a nuh criminal seh rasta ever righteous
Some bwoy a scope out di ride a we drive and puff
And him jealous a we seh shine and buff
And him jealous a we seh shine and buff
Well from him look inna di car and how di interior plush
And look upon di rims how dem full out and flush
And scope out we jewels him a wonda how much
And him jealous well then prize caan touch
And him jealous well then prize caan touch
Then mi seh royal have a new tune fi rise and buss
And there extra large size muffin dem a light up
A bwoy dig dung di car until him find some stuff
And him jealous a we so rank and nuff
And him jealous a we so rank and nuff
Hin exact cau a few stripes deh pon him shoulda
Cau him too par wid we we deh when Demus show love
Give dem couple CD some promo photos
Now him jealous cau everybody knows us
Now him jealous cau everybody shows love
Yo some feel di wey yuh pass and dem a smile and blush
And true dem see some man a star dem could a have a light crush
Now him jealous now even twice as much
Now di bwoy jealous now even twice as much
It's just a minor set backa who yuh waan call up
Every month then di super get a ting fold up
Seh natty dreadlocks nah wear handcuffs
Seh any kind a cuff it haffi diamond cuff
Go tell dem every month then di super get a ting fold up
Seh easy papa muffin yuh ruffa than ruff
And sekkle Juju Royal yuh tuffa than tuff
And tell dem seh natty dreadlocks nah wear handcuffs
Always stick togetha even when time tuff
Bwoy yuh brighta tink a shine and puff, sekkle!!!

Chorus: Stephen Marley
Pom, rom pa ba dom ba dom ba ba dom
Babba dom ba dabba dom ba dom ba ba dom
Pom, rom pa ba dom ba dom ba ba dom
Babba dom ba dabba dom ba dom ba ba dom

Norah Jones - Thinking About You

http://www.ifilm.com/video/2808031?ns=1
http://www.norahjones.com/


Yesterday I saw the sun shinin',
And the leaves were fallin' down softly,
My cold hands needed a warm, warm touch,
And I was thinkin' about you.

Here I am lookin' for signs of leaving,
You hold my hand, but do you really need me?
I guess it's time for me to let you go,
And I've been thinkin' about you,
I've been thinkin' about you.

When you sail across the ocean waters,
And you reach the other side safely,
Could you smile a little smile for me?
'cause I'll be thinkin' about you,
I'll be thinkin' about you,
I'll be thinkin' about you,

Notorious B.I.G. - Juicy
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t6QwPgXjzCw&eurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Ernbjam%2Ecom%2Fvideo%2Dclips%2Dnotorious%2Bbig%2B%2D%2Bjuicy%2D281%2Ehtml
[Intro:]

(Fuck all you hoes) Get a grip motherfucker.

Yeah, this album is dedicated to all the teachers that told me

I'd never amount to nothin', to all the people that lived above
the
buildings that I was hustlin' in front of that called the police
on
me when I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my
daughters,
and all the niggaz in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'?

Uh-ha, it's all good baby bay-bee, uh

[Verse One:]

It was all a dream
I used to read Word Up magazine
Salt'n'Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped
Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock
Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack
With the hat to match
Remember Rappin' Duke, duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that hip hop would take it this far
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky
I'm blowin' up like you thought I would
Call the crib, same number same hood
It's all good

Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh

[Chorus:]

You know very well who you are
Don't let em hold you down, reach for the stars
You had a go, but not that many
'cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty

[Verse Two:]

I made the change from a common thief
To up close and personal with Robin Leach
And I'm far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day
Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way
The Moet and Alize keep me pissy
Girls used to diss me
Now they write letters 'cause they miss me
I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff
I was too used to packin' gats and stuff
Now honies play me close like butter played toast
From the Mississippi down to the east coast
Condos in Queens, indo for weeks
Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' 5 karats in my baby girl's ears
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school
Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood
And it's still all good

Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga

[Verse Three:]

Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
When I was dead broke, man I couldn't picture this
50 inch screen, money green leather sofa
Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur
Phone bill about two G's flat
No need to worry, my accountant handles that
And my whole crew is loungin'
Celebratin' every day, no more public housin'
Thinkin' back on my one-room shack
Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back
And she loves to show me off, of course
Smiles every time my face is up in The Source
We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us
No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us
Birthdays was the worst days
Now we sip champagne when we thirst-ay
Uh, damn right I like the life I live
'Cause I went from negative to positive
And it's all...

(It's all good)

...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh
Uh, uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga
Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh

Representin' B-Town in the house, Junior Mafia, mad flavor,
uh
Uh, yeah, a-ight

Notorious B.I.G. - Big Poppa

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hz4N9L4ghOQ&mode=related&search=

[Intro]
Uh, uh, check it out
Junior M.A.F.I.A., uh, um
(i like this, yeah)
Uh, yeah, 94'

[Notorious B.I.G. - Verse One]
To all the ladies in the place with style and grace
Allow me to lace these lyrical duches in your bushes
Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies?
The back of the club, sippin Moet, is where you'll find me
The back of the club, mackin hoes, my crew's behind me
Mad question askin, blunt passin, music blastin
But I just can't quit
Because one of these honies Biggie gots ta creep with
Sleep with, keep the ep a secret why not
Why blow up my spot cause we both got hot
Now check it, I got more Mack than Craig and in the bed
Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy
No need to be greedy I got mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin players
Jump in the Rover and come over
tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got the chronic by the
tree

[Chorus by The Notorious B.I.G.]
(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)
Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player
(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)
To the honies gettin money playin niggaz like dummies
(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)
If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the
place
Cause I see some ladies tonight who should be havin my baby
Bay-bee

[Notorious B.I.G. - Verse Two]
Straight up honey really I'm askin
Most of these niggaz think they be mackin but they be actin
Who they attractin with that line, "What's your name, what's
your sign"?
Soon as he buy that wine I just creep up from behind
And ask what your interests are, "who you be with"?
Things to make you smile, what numbers to dial
You gon' be here for a while, I'm gon' go call my crew
You go call your crew
We can rendezvou at the bar around two
Plans to leave, throw the keys to Lil Cease
Pull the truck up, front, and roll up the next blunt
So we can steam on the way to the telly go fill my belly
A t-bone steak, cheese eggs and Welch's grape
Conversate for a few, cause in a few, we gon' do
What we came to do, ain't that right boo (truuuueee)
Forget the telly we just go to the crib
and watch a movie in the jacuzzi smoke l's while you do me

[Chorus by The Notorious B.I.G.]
(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)
Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player
(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)
To the honies gettin money playin niggaz like dummies
(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)
If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the
place
Cause I see some ladies tonight who should be havin my baby
Bay-bee

[Notorious B.I.G. - Verse Three]
(How ya livin Biggie Smallz?) In mansion and Benz's
Givin ends to my friends and it feels stupendous
Tremendous cream, fuck a dollar and a dream (whaat)
Still tote gats strapped with infrared beams
Choppin o's, smokin lye an' Optimo's
Money hoes and clothes all a nigga knows
A foolish pleasure, whatever
I had to find the buried treasure, so grams I had to measure
However living better now, Gucci sweater now
Drop top BM's I'm the man girlfriend
(Honey check it, (check it)
Tell your friends, to get with my friends (your freinds)
And we can be friends
Shit we can do this every weekend (that's right)
Aight? Is that aight with you?
Yeah... keep bangin)

[Chorus by The Notorious B.I.G.]
(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)
Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player
(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)
To the honies gettin money playin niggaz like dummies
(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)
If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the
place
Cause I see some ladies tonight who should be havin my baby
Bay-bee

[Biggie Ad libin']
Uhh, Check it out,
My full shit, for that ass,
Uhh, Puff Daddy, Biggie Smalls,
Junior M.A.F.I.A., represent baby bay-bay!
Uhh!

Notorious Big - Hypnotize

http://mv.uk.music.yahoo.com/player/default.asp?cid=505&ps=0&vid=2159677&bw=10000&tw=LaunchVideoTarget&pv=10


Uhhh, uhhh, uh, c'mon

[Verse One:]

Hah, sicka than your average Poppa
Twist cabbage off instinct niggaz don't think shit stink
pink gators, my Detroit players
Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn
Dead right, if they head right, Biggie there Air Nike
Poppa been smooth since days of Underroos
Never lose, never choose to, bruise crews who
do something to us, talk go through us
Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw us
Who us? Yeah, Poppa and Puff (ehehehe)
Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutch
Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3
(Take that, take that, take that, haha!)
Bang every MC easily, busily
Recently niggaz frontin ain't sayin nuttin (nope)
So I just speak my piece, (c'mon) keep my piece
Cubans with the Jesus piece (thank you God), with my peeps
Packin, askin who want it, you got it nigga flaunt it
That Brooklyn bullshit, we on it

[Chorus: sung in imitation of part of Slick Rick's "La-Di-Da-Di"]

Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)

Biggie Biggie Biggie (uh-huh) can't you see (uh)
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hip to)
And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (hah)

[Verse Two:]

I put hoes in NY onto DKNY (uh-huh)
Miami, D.C. prefer Versace (that's right)
All Philly hoes, dough and Moschino (c'mon)
Every cutie wit a booty bought a Coogi (haaaaah!)
Now who's the real dookie, meanin who's really the shit
Them niggaz ride dicks, Frank White push the sticks
on the Lexus, LX, four and a half
Bulletproof glass tints if I want some ass
Gon' blast squeeze first ask questions last
That's how most of these so-called gangsters pass
At last, a nigga rappin bout blunts and broads
Tits and bras, menage-a-tois, sex in expensive cars
I still leave you on the pavement
Condo paid for, no car payment
At my arraignment, note for the plantiff
Your daughter's tied up in a Brooklyn basement (shhh)
Face it, not guilty, that's how I stay filthy (not guilty)
Richer than Richie, till you niggaz come and get me

[Chorus:]

Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)

Biggie Biggie Biggie (uh-huh) can't you see (huh)
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hip to)
And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)

[Verse Three:]

I can fill ya wit real millionaire shit (I can fill ya)
Escargot, my car go, one sixty, swiftly
Wreck it buy a new one
Your crew run run run, your crew run run
I know you sick of this, name brand nigga wit
flows girls say he's sweet like licorice
So get with this nigga, it's easy
Girlfriend here's a pen, call me round ten
Come through, have sex on rugs that's Persian (that's right)
Come up to your job, hit you while you workin (uhh)
for certain, Poppa freakin, not speakin
Leave that ass leakin, like rapper demo
Tell them hoe, take they clothes off slowly
Hit em wit the force like Obe, dick black like Toby (Obe...Toby)
Watch me roam like Gobe, lucky they don't owe me
Where the safe show me, homey.. (say what, homey)

[Chorus:]

Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)

Biggie Biggie Biggie (uh-huh) can't you see (uh)
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hip to)
And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)

Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)

Biggie Biggie Biggie (uh-huh) can't you see (uh)
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hip to)
And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)

Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid
[fades]

Notorious B.I.G - One More Chance (remix)
.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kHDRkO_UmXY

Verse One:

First things first I poppa freaks all the honies
Dummies playboy bunnies those wantin money
Those the ones I like cause they don't get nathan
but penetration unless it smells like sanitation
Garbage I turn like doorknobs
Heart throb never black and ugly as ever
However I stay Coogi down to the socks
Rings and watch filled with rocks
And my jam knock in the Mitsubishi
Girls pee pee when they see me
Navajos creep me in they tee pee
As I lay down laws like Alan Coppet
Stop it - if you think they gonna make a prophet
Don't see my ones, don't see my guns - get it
Now tell ya friends Poppa hit it then split it
in two as I flow with the Junior M.A.F.I.A.
I don't know what the hell's stoppin ya
I'm clockin ya, Versace shades watchin ya
Once ya grin, I'm in game, begin
First I talk about how I dresses this
In diamond necklasses - stretch Lexuses
The sex is just immaculate from the back I get
Deeper and deeper, help ya reach the
climax that your man can't make
Call him, tell him you'll be home real late
and sing the break

Chorus:

One more chance
Biggie give me one more chance

Verse Two:

She's sick of that song on how it's so long
Thought he worked his until I handled my biz
There I is; Major Payne like Damon Wayans
Low Down Dirty even like his brother Keenan
Schemin, don't leave ya girl round me
True player for real, ask Puff Daddy
You ringin bells with bags from Chanel
Baby Benz, traded in your Hyundai Excel
Fully equipped, CD changer with the cell
She beeped me, meet me at twelve
Where you at? Flippin jobs, playin car notes?
While I'm swimmin in ya women like the breast stroke
Right stroke, left stroke was the best stroke
Death stroke - tongue all down her throat
Nuttin left to do but send her home to you
I'm through - can ya sing the song for me, boo?

Chorus

Verse Three:

So, what's it gonna be? Him or me?
We can cruise the world with pearls, gator boots for girls
The envy of all women, crush linen
Cardea wrist-wear with diamonds in em
The finest women I love with a passion
Ya man's a wimp, I give that ass a good thrashin
High fashion - flyin into all states
Sexin me while ya man masturbates
Isn't this great? Your flight leaves at eight
Her flight lands at nine, my game just rewinds
Lyrically I'm supposed to represent
I'm not only the client, I'm the player president

Chorus

Notorious B. I. G. (With Junior M.a.f.i.a.) - Get Money

http://www.nobodysmiling.com/hiphop/musicvideo/86564.php

Fuck bitches, get money.. fuck niggaz, get money (3X)

[Kim] Hehehe
[Big] WHAT? Uhh, sex em up
[Kim] The fuck? That shit ain't even ?? big boy
[Big] Oh aight, you don't, you don't get none of that shit
Uhh, check it out
[Kim] Bout to "get money"

[Notorious B.I.G.]
You wanna sip Mo' on my living room flo'
Play Nintendo with Cease-a-Leo
Pick up my phone say, "Poppa not home"
Sex all night, mad head in the morn'
Spin my V, smoke all my weed
Tattoo on tit-tie sayin B-I-G, now check it
You wanna be my main squeeze baby
Don'tcha, you wanna gimme what I need baby
Won'tcha, picture life as my wife just think
Full length mink, fat X and O links
Bracelets to match, conversation was all that
Showed you the safe combinations and all that
Guess you could say youse the one I trusted
Who would ever think that you would spread like mustard?
Shit got hot, you sent Feds to my spot
Took me to court, tried to take all I got
'Nother intricate plot, the bitch said I raped her
"Damn, why she wanna stick me for my paper?"
My Mo-sci-no hoe, my Ver-sa-ce hottie
Come to find out, you was fuckin everybody
You knew about me, the fake ID
Cases in Virginia, body in D.C.
Woe, oh is me, that's what I get for trickin
Pay my own bail, commence to ass kickin
Lick in the door, wavin the four-four
All you heard was, "Poppa don't hit me no more"
Disrespect my click, my shit's imperial
Fuck around and made her milkbox material
You feel me? Suckin dick, runnin your lips
'Cause of you, I'm on some real fuck a bitch shit, uhh..

Fuck bitches, get money.. fuck niggaz, get money (3X)

[Big] WHAT? I see mad girls like you
[Kim] You seen mad girls just ACTIN hot
[Big] I'm tellin you though
[Kim] There AIN'T nobody like me
[Big] You just frontin, there's people out like that
[Kim] ??

[Lil' Kim]
Uhh, whoo! Get at me
Whoo, I told you niggaz
Niggaz.. betta grab a seat
Grab on your dick as this bitch gets deep
Deeper than the pussy of a bitch six feet
Stiff dicks feel sweet in this little petite
Young bitch from the street, guaranteed to stay down
Used to bring work outta town on Greyhound
Now I'm Billboard now, niggaz press to hit it
Play me like a chicken, thinkin I'm pressed to get it
Rather do the killin than the stick up jooks
Rather count a million while you eat my pussy
Push me to the limit get my feelings in it
Get me open while I'm cummin down your throat
Then, you wanna be my main squeeze nigga
Don'tcha, you wanna lick between my knees nigga
Don'tcha wanna see me whippin your 3 down the Ave.
Blow up spots on bitches because I'm mad
Break up affairs lick shots in the air
You get vexed, and start swingin everywhere
Me shifty? Now you wanna pistol whip me
Pull out your nine, while I cock on mine
Yeah what nigga? I ain't got time for this
So what nigga? I'm not tryin to hear that shit
Now you wanna buy me diamonds and Armani suits
Adrienne Vitadini and Chanel 9 boots
Things that make up, for all the games and the lies
Hallmark cards, sayin, "I apologize"
Is you wit me? How could you ever decieve me
But payback's a bitch motherfucker, believe me
Naw I ain't gay this aint no lesbo flow
Just a lil somethin, to let you motherfuckers know

Fuck bitches, get money.. fuck niggaz, get money (*repeat to end*)

[Kim] Wait a minute, wait a minute
Back up, just give me that shit, this shit is mine
[Big] Oh you want my numbers and shit
[Kim] ??
[Big] Look, now you wanna ??
[Kim] I'm all that bitch, don't ask
You're fuckin with a bitch named Aphrodite
[Big] Y'all believe that shit?
[Kim] Just playin with you, worrd
?? daddy is all that, oh word
?? I'm talkin bout some presidents
Talkin bout this motherfuckin cash
[Big] Whatever you don't think about this
My nickname was Jesus in high school
[Kim] You don't even believe that shit!
God don't believe that shit!
[Big] I'm the supreme being baby

Notorious B.I.G. - Warning

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l8UgEIC6lUA


Who the fuck is this?
pagin me at 5:46 in the mornin crack a dawnin
now I'm yawnin, wipe the cold out my eye
see who's this pagin me and why..
It's my man Pop from the barbershop
told me he was in the gamblin spot and heard the intricate
plot
some people wanna stick you like fly paper neighbour
slow down love please chill drop the caper
remember them kidz from the hill up in Brownsville
that you rolled dice wit
smoked the blunts and got nice wit
yeah my little Fame up in Prospect
nah dem my people nah love wouldn't disrespect
I didn't say dem,
you school be bout some niggas
that you knew from back when,
when you was clockin minor figures
Now they heard you blowin up like nitro
know they wanna stick the knife
through your windpipe slow..
so thank Fame for warnin me now I'm warnin you
you got the mac Biggie
tell me what you wanna do...

[CHORUS]
Damn niggas wanna stick me for my papers

[VERSE 2]
They heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus
wit the Texas license plate outta state
they heard about the pounds
you got down in Georgetown
now they heard you got half of Virginia locked down
they even heard about the crib
you bought your moms out in Florida
the fifth corridor....
Call the coroner
there's gonna be alot of slow singin
and flower bringin
if my burgular alarm starts ringin
whatcha think all the guns is for?
all purpose war got the rottweilers by the door
and I feed em gun powder so they can devour
the criminals tryin to clock my decimals
DAMN..niggas wanna stick my for my C.R.E.A.M.
and the inner dream things aint always how it seems
it's the ones that smoke blunts witcha
see your picture, now they wanna
grab they guns and come and getcha
Bethca Biggie won't slip
I got the....??
so I can rip through the intricate
put they bodies in a bad prediciment
where all the foul niggas went
Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta
Buck with what I had you with
you motherfuckers betta duck
I leave stains on blood of what remains
Had to jack-it, he had a gun he should've packed it
Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket
so I can reload and explode down ya rasshole
I fuck around and get hardcore
see 4 to ya door no beef no more
feel the rush scandalous
The more weed smoke I puff the more dangerous
I dont give a fuck about you or your weak crew
What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you
Start runnin, nigga I bust my gun in
Hold on I hear somebody comin........

Dead Wrong - Notorious B.I.G (feat Eminem)
http://youtube.com/watch?v=MVtySydvANU

Notorious B. I. G. - Dead Wrong (original)
http://www.offuhuge.com/media/549/Notorious_BIG_Dead_Wrong/


[notorious b.i.g.]
Relax and take notes, while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke
Throw you in a choke - gun smoke, gun smoke
Biggie smalls for mayor, the rap slayer
The hooker layer - motherfucker say your prayers
Hail mary full of grace.. smack the bitch in the face;
Take her gucci bag and the north face
Off her back, jab her if she act
Funny with the money oh you got me mistaken honey
I don’t wanna rape ya, I just want the paper
The visa, kapeesha? I’m out like, the vapors
Who’s the one you call mr. macho, the head honcho
Swift fist like camacho, I got so
Much style I should be down wit the stylistics
Make up to break up {*singing in background*} niggaz need to wake up
Smell the indonesia; beat you to a seizure
Then fuck your moms, hit the skins til amnesia
She don’t remember shit! just the two hits!
Her hittin the floor, and me hittin the clits!
Suckin on the tits! had the hooker beggin for the dick
And your moms ain’t ugly love; my dick got rock quick
I guess I was a combination of house of pain and bobby brown
I was humpin around and jump-in around
Jacked her then I asked her who’s the man; she said, b-i-g
Then I bust in her e-y-e (yo big, you’re dead wrong)


[notorious b.i.g.]
When I get dusted, I like to spread the blood like mustard
Trust it, my hardcore rain leaves you rusted
Move over lucifer, I’m more ruthless, huh
Leave your toothless, you’ll kibbitz, I’ll flip it
Tears don’t affect me, I hit ’em with the tech g
Disrespect me - my potency is deadly
I’m shootin babies, no ifs ands or maybes
Hit mummy in the tummy if the hooker plays a dummy
Slit the wrist of little sis
After she sucked the dick, I stabbed her brother with the icepick
Because he wanted me to fuck him from the back
But smalls don’t get down like that
Got your father hidin in a room; fucked him with the broom
Slit him down the back and threw salt in the wound
Who you think you’re dealin with?
Anybody step into my path is fuckin feelin it!
Hardcore, I got it sucked like a pussy
Stab ya til you’re gushy, so please don’t push.. me
I’m using rubbers so they won’t trace the semen
The black demon, got the little hookers screamin
Because you know I love it young, fresh and green
With no hair in between, know what I mean?



[eminem]
There’s several different levels to devil worshippin: horse’s heads,
Human sacrifices, canibalism; candles and exorcism
Animals havin sex with ’em; camels mammals and rabbits
But I don’t get into that, I kick the habit - I just,
Beat you to death with weapons that eat through the flesh
And I never eat you unless the fuckin, meat looks fresh
I got a lion in my pocket, I’m lyin, I got a nine in my pocket
And baby I’m just, dyin to cock him
He’s ready for war, I’m ready for war
I got machetes and swords for any faggot that said he was raw
My uz’ as, heavy as yours, yeah you met me before
I just didn’t have as large an arsenal of weapons before
Marshall will step in the door, I lay your head on the floor
With your body spread on the bedspread, red on the wall
Red on the ceilin, red on the floor, get a new whore
Met on the second, wet on the third;
Then she’s dead on the fourth - I’m dead wrong

Notorious B.I.G - Who Shot Ya

http://youtube.com/watch?v=xMJKn8MpES0


Intro: Puff Daddy

As we proceed
to give you what you need
9 to 5 motherfuckers
get live motherfuckers -- 2X

As we proceed
to give you what you need
East coast motherfuckers
Bad Boy motherfuckers

BIG - Now turn the mics up
Turn that mic up, yea that beat is knockin
to that microphone
Turn that shit the fuck up
Uh, what?
Turn it up louder
Yea, uh

As we proceed, to give you
what you need
J.M. motherfuckers
J.M. motherfuckers
9 to 5 motherfuckers

Verse One:

Who shot ya?
Separate the weak from the ob-solete
Leap hard to creep them Brooklyn streets
It's on nigga, fuck all that bickering beef
I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek
Your heartbeat soun like Sasquatch feet
Thundering, shaking the concrete
Finish it, stop, when I foil the plot
Neighbors call the cops said they heard mad shots
Saw me in the drop, three in the corner

Slaughter, electrical tape around your daughter
Old school new school need to learn thow
I burn baby burn like Disco Inferno
Burn slow like blunts with ya-yo
Peel more skins than Idaho potato
Niggaz know, the lyrics molestin is takin place
Fuckin with B.I.G. it ain't safe
I make your skin chafe, rashes on the masses
Bumps and bruises, blunts and Landcruisers
Big Poppa smash fools, bash fools
Niggaz mad because I know that Cash Rules
Everything Around Me, two glock nines
Any motherfucker whispering about mines
And I'm, Crooklyn's finest
You rewind this, Bad Boy's behind this

Interlude:

As we proceed
to give you what you need
9 to 5 motherfuckers
get live motherfuckers

As we proceed
to give you what you need
East coast motherfuckers
Bad Boy motherfuckers

Get high motherfuckers
Get high motherfuckers
Smoke blunts motherfuckers
Get high motherfuckers
Ready to die motherfuckers
9 to 5 motherfuckers

Verse Two:

I seen the light excite all the freaks
Stack mad chips, spread love with my peeps
Niggaz wanna creep, got ta watch my back
Think the Cognac and indo sack make me slack?
I switches all that, cock-sucker G's up
One false move, get swiss cheesed up
Clip to Tec, respect I demand it
Slip and break the, 11th Commandment
Thou shalt not fuck with raw C-Poppa
Feel a thosand deaths when I drop ya
I feel for you, like Chaka Khan I'm the don
Pussy when I want Rolex on the arm
You'll die slow but calm
Recognize my face, so there won't be no mistake
So you know where to tell Jake, lame nigga
Brave nigga, turned front page nigga
Puff Daddy flips daily
I smoke the blunts he sips on the Bailey's
on the rocks, tote glocks at christenings
And my cock, in the fire position and...

(Get live motherfuckers
Ready to Die motherfuckers)

C'mere, c'mere [it ain't gotta be like that Big]
open your fucking mouth, open your... didn't I tell you
don't fuck with me? [*muffled* c'mon man] Huh?
Didn't I tell you not to fuck with me?
(as we proceed) [c'mon man] Look at you now
(to give you what you need) Huh? [c'mon man]
(9 to 5 motherfuckers) Can't talk with a gun in your mouth huh?
(get live motherfuckers) Bitch-ass nigga, what?
(get live motherfuckers) [*muffled sounds, six gun shots*]
(as we proceed...) Who shot ya?

Outro: Puff Daddy

...to give you what you need
9 to 5 motherfuckers
Get live motherfuckers

(Who shot ya?)

Get high motherfuckers
Ready to Die motherfuckers
Hah!!
As we proceed...

(Who shot ya?)

...to give you what you need
9 to 5 motherfuckers
East coast motherfuckers

(Who shot ya?)

West coast motherfuckers...
West coast motherfuckers... hah!
As we proceed, to give you what you need
As we proceed
to give you what you need
Get live motherfuckers
9 to 5 motherfuckers
Get money motherfuckers

As we proceed
to give you what you need
Get live motherfuckers
9 to 5 motherfuckers
J.M. motherfuckers
J.M. motherfuckers
As we proceeeeeeed
To give you what you need...
9 to 5...

Notorious B.I.G. - Ten Crack Commandments

http://youtube.com/watch?v=MyiHWn2fo0o

(chuck d) one two three four five six seven eight nine

Uhh, its the ten crack commandments
What, uhh, uhh
Nigga cant tell me nothin bout this coke, uh-huh
Cant tell me nothin bout this crack, this weed
To my hustlin niggaz
Niggaz on the corner I aint forget you niggaz
My triple beam niggaz, word up

(chuck d) one two three four five six seven eight nine
Ten

I been in this game for years, it made me a animal
Its rules to this shit, I wrote me a manual
A step by step booklet for you to get
Your game on track, not your wig pushed back
Rule nombre uno: never let no one know
How much, dough you hold, cause you know
The cheddar breed jealousy specially
If that man fucked up, get your ass stuck up
Number two: never let em know your next move
Dont you know bad boys move in silence or violence
Take it from your highness (uh-huh)
I done squeezed mad clips at these cats for they bricks and chips
Number three: never trust no-bo-dy
Your momsll set that ass up, properly gassed up
Hoodie to mask up, shit, for that fast buck
She be layin in the bushes to light that ass up
Number four: know you heard this before
Never get high, on your own supply
Number five: never sell no crack where you rest at
I dont care if they want a ounce, tell em bounce
Number six: that God damn credit, dead it
You think a crackhead payin you back, shit forget it
Seven: this rule is so underrated
Keep your family and business completely seperated
Money and blood dont mix like two dicks and no bitch
Find yourself in serious shit
Number eight: never keep no weight on you
Them cats that squeeze your guns can hold jobs too
Number nine shoulda been number one to me
If you aint getting bags stay the fuck from police (uh-huh)
If niggaz think you snitchin aint tryin listen
They be sittin in your kitchen, waitin to start hittin
Number ten: a strong word called consignment
Strictly for live men, not for freshmen
If you aint got the clientele say hell no
Cause they gon want they money rain sleet hail snow
Follow these rules youll have mad bread to break up
If not, twenty-four years, on the wake up
Slug hit your temple, watch your frame shake up
Caretaker did your makeup, when you pass
Your girl fucked my man jake up, heard in three weeks
She sniffed a whole half of cake up
Heard she suck a good dick, and can hook a steak up
Gotta go gotta go, more pies to bake up, word up, uhh

Crack king, frank blizzard
Uhh

(chuck d) one two three four five six seven eight nine
Ten

Notorious Thugs (Notorious B.I.G. feat. Lil' Kim & Diddy) - Notorious

http://mv.us.music.yahoo.com/player/default.asp?vid=2145466&cid=1&curl=http%3A%2F%2Fmusic.yahoo.com%2Far-259391-videos--The-Notorious-BIG[Notorious B.I.G.]


[Notorious B.I.G]
The doctor said I need about three weeks of recovery
but the nurses is lovin me
Sayin the best part of the day is my half
Feedin me breakfast, and givin me a sponge bath
Niggaz say I died dead in the streets
Nigga I'm getting high, getting head on the beach
Chillin, sittin on about half a million
With all my niggaz, all my guns, all my women
Next two years, I should see about a billion
All for the love of drug dealin
Got no love for the other side, fuck them tricks (fuck them)
Any repercussion, Junior M.A.F.I.A. spit clips (that's right)
All the time, Big Poppa kick the war rhymes
Raw flows, and that's how it goes

[Puff Daddy]
NOTORIOUS!
C'mon.. we are, we are
NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!
He is.. he is..
NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!

[Puff Daddy]
This for my niggaz slingin thangs, had my ring encaged
Truck, necklace, igloo ring and things
For the bitches, who see them rims spin and grin
That shit with the V-trim that win
and the enormous fields disperse of rap
On the road to the riches more furs to drag
More niggaz to kill, than birds to bag
Hit the jeweler and splurge the tab, uh
Hops, out the truck like, "Trick, what up?"
Call me Sean if you suck, call me gone when I nut
That's the end of us, get your friend to fuck
Untwist and bend her up, you know the deal
Niggaz talkin real greasy on some ballin shit (that's right)
Funny how quick these pricks forget
Actin like I ain't the reason they traded they shit
Switched that 5, copped that 6 (that's right)
It's all good, you know who the clone is
Fuck the Joneses, niggaz tryin to keep up with the Combses

[Puff Daddy]
C'mon y'all..
NOTORIOUS!
We are, we are .. (what's his name)
NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!
He is, he is.. (c'mon, what's his name?)
NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!

[Lil' Kim]
Who that queen bitch, keep her glass filled to the rim?
The Notorious K-I to the M
That's me, on MTV, no doubt
Titty out like what - I don't give a fuck!
Y'all know my attitude, can't stand my cologne
Then stay your ass home, you and your chaperone
Things done changed, but we continue to reign
as the King and the Queen of hip-hop, me and B.I.
Frank White still listen to all the (a)'ttention
I'm by his side, with the chrome fifth, playin my position
Sexy, young thing, from the ghetto
That bitch rockin mics in high heel stilletos
We takin over like Francis
Switchin our styles like the hottest new dancers
See, I let y'all live to stack a LITTLE paper
Be glad I pushed my album back, I did y'all hoes a favor!

[Puff Daddy]
She did you a favor, c'mon now, yeah
NOTORIOUS!
NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!
He is, he is.. (c'mon, what's his name?)
Bad Boy baby, D.R. c'mon
NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!
We are, we are ..
Queen Bee baby, we are, c'mon
NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!
He is, he is.. (B.I.G. baby, he is c'mon)
NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!
We are, we are ..
Bad Boy 2000
NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!
B.I.G. Born Again (he is.. he is..)
and he won't stop
NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!
cause he can't stop, yeah, uh-huh
We are, we are.. (Brooklyn baby)
NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!
He is, he is..

Notorious B.I.G (feat. P. Diddy, Nelly, Jagged Edge, Avery Storm) - Nasty Girl

The Biggie duets (Uh)
Jazze Phizzle (phizzle phizzle)
Jagged Edge
Biggie Smalls
Ladies and gentlemen...

[Biggie Smalls]
I go, on and on and on and
Don't take them to the crib unless they bon'in
Easy, call em on the phone and
platinum Chanel cologne and
I stay, dressed, to impress
Spark these bitches interest
Sex is all I expect
If they watch TV in the Lex, they know
They know, quarter past fo'
Left the club tipsy, say no mo'
Except how I'm getting home, tomorrow
Caesar drop you off when he see his P.O.(hey)
Back of my mind, I hope she swallow
Man She spilt a drink on my cream wallows
Reach the gate, hungry just ate
Riffin, she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin to wait
Conversate, sex on the first date I state "You know what you do to me"
She starts off, "Well I don't usually"
Then I, whip it out, rubber no doubt
Step out, show me what you all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
And I don't stop, until I squirt
Jeans skirt butt-naked it all work

[Chorus - Jagged Edge]
Gotta love ma little nasty girl
U know I love ma little nasty girl
I love ma little nasty girl
All the ladies if u hear me
Grab Ur titties for B.I.G
Ma' little nasty girl
All ma women from around the world
I love ma little nasty girl
All the ladies if u hear me
Grab Ur titties for B.I.G

[P. Diddy]
I need u to dance
I need u to strip
I need u to shake Ur little ass n hips
I need u to grind like Ur working for tips
N give me what I need while we listen to prince
Coz miss U ain't seen the world yet
Rocked da pearl yet
Rocked them pearl sets
Flew in em pearl jets (ooooohhhhh)
My style make a low profile girl smile
Throw a chick back like i blew thru a trial
Now u n me can drink some Hennessy
Then we get it on
Mad women wantin to bone Sean combs
Sippin on Patron
Speeding we be leanin
Got em feeling
N when I give it to u throw it right back (right back)
Tell me Diddy 'Yeah I like it like that' (like that)
Lift your shirt
U know how I flirt
Heels and skirt
Let's take it off
Now lets work (lets work)

[Chorus]
Gotta love ma little nasty girl
U know I love ma little nasty girl
I love ma little nasty girl
All the ladies if u hear me
Grab Ur titties for B.I.G
Ma' little nasty girl
All ma women from around the world
I love ma little nasty girl
All the ladies if u hear me
Grab Ur titties forB.I.G

[Jagged Edge]
Uh with JE and B.I.G (what, what)
Grab the keys from Diddy (Uh, uh)
The women look-in ... no stress
Meet us upstairs in Ur best .....Yes
Dressed to impress
Spark these bitches interest
Jazze on the beat so sweet
Ladies know u feel me
Grab Ur titties for the B.I.G

[Nelly & Avery Storm]
Ok ma what's Ur preference
Nice and slow
Or fast and reckless
Pull Ur hair girl, bite Ur necklace
Let me show u what a nigga from Louis blessed with
Hey.... i make u spring a leak
When I'm done I flip the mattress
Change the sheet (got to change show)
I'm like a radical one
I vibrate a little more than Ur mechanical one
(From Ur titties to you thong)
Either way mama I'm a make u do it or do it
(Girl I'm about to make u come)
Guaranteed when Ur fuckin with me
(Coz I go on and on and on...on and on and on....on and on)
Ladies if u feel me
Grab them Thangs fo Biggie

[Chorus]
Gotta love ma little nasty girl
U know I love ma little nasty girl
I love ma little nasty girl (u Gotta love it baby)
All the ladies if u hear me
Grab ur titties for B.I.G
Ma'little nasty girl
All ma women from around the world
I love ma little nasty girl
All the ladies if u hear me
Grab ur titties for B.I.G

Gotta love ma little nasty girl
U know I love ma little nasty girl
I love ma little nasty girl (u Gotta love it baby)
All the ladies if u hear me
Grab ur titties for B.I.G
Ma'little nasty girl
All ma women from around the world
I love ma little nasty girl
All the ladies if u hear me
Grab ur titties for B.I.G



Ladies and Gentlemen you are now tuning into the very best
Diddy
Jazze Phizzle
Nelly now
Jagged edge (u no that u looovvveee)
The Notorious (notorious)
B. I. G
The Biggie duets
Notorious
Bad boys
Show enough (Show enough)
Notorious
wwoooooooaaaooooww
Notorious
Ladies and gentlemen
Let's go...
Let's go...
Let's go...
Let's go...
Hey hey hey... hey

Notorious B.I.G. - Unbelievable

http://www.rnbjam.com/video-clips-notorious+big+-+unbelievable+live-285.html
http://www.hotget.com/music/The-Notorious-BIG-Unbelievable,467333.html

Verse one:
Live from bedford-stuyverson, the livest one
Representin bk to the fullest
Gats I pull it, bastards duckin when big be buckin
Chickenheads be cluckin in my bathroom fuckin
It aint nuttin, they know big be handlin
With the mac in the ac door paneling
Bandaging mcs, oxygen they cant breathe
Mad tricks up the sleeve, red boxers so my dick can breathe
Breeze through in the q-45 by my side, lyrical high
And those that rushes my cluthes get put on crutches
Get smoked like dutches from the master
Hate to blast ya, but I have ta, you see I smoke a lot
Your life is played out like kwame, and them fuckin polka dots
Who rock the spot? biggie!
You know how the weed yo, unbelievable

Verse two:
B-i-g, g-i-e, aka, b.i.g.
Get it? biggie
Also known as the bon appetit
Rappers cant sleep need sleepin big keep creepin
Bulelts heat-seekin, casualties need treatin
Dumb rappers need teachin
Lesson a - dont fuck with b-i, that's that, oh i, thought he was wack
Oh come come now, why yall so dumb now
Hunt me or be hunted, three hundred and fifty-seven ways
To summer sautee, Im the winner all day
Lights get dimmer down biggies hallway
My forte causes caucausians to say
He sounds demented, car-weed scented
If I said it, I meant it
Bite my tongue for no-one
Call me evil, or unbelievable

Verse three:
Buck shots out the sun roof of lexus coupes
Leave no witnesses, what you think this is
Aint no amateurs here, I damage and tear
Mcs fear me, they too near not to hear me
Clearly, Im the triple beam dream
One thousand grams of uncut to the gut
It seems fucked up, the way I touched up the grill
Tryin to play gorilla, when you aint no killer
The gats by your liver, your upper lip quiver
Get ready to die, tell God I said hi
And throw down some ice, for the nicest mc
Niggaz know the steelo, unbelievable

Notorious B.I.G. - Niggas Bleed

http://youtube.com/watch?v=IXpHJFY5j30

Verse one:
Todays agenda, got the suitcase up in the sentra
Go to room 112, tell em blanco sent ya
Feel the strangest, if no money exchanges
I got these kids in ranges, believe them niggaz brainless
All they tote is stainless, you just remain as
Calm as possible, make the deal go through
If not, heres 12 shots, we know how you do
Please make yo killings clean, slugs up in between
They eyes, like true lies, kill em and flee the scene
Just bring back the coke or the cream
Or else, yo life is on the shelf, we mean this frank
Them cats we fuckin wit put bombs in yo moms gas tank
Lets get this money baby, they shady, we get shady
Dress up like ladies and burn em with thirty-three-eighties
Then they come to kill our babies, that's all out
I got gats that blow the wall out, clear the mall out
Fuck the fallout, word to stretch, I bet they pussy
The seven digits push me, fuckin real, heres the deal
I got a hundred bricks, fourteen-five a piece
Enough to cop a six buy the house on the beach
Supply the peeps with jeeps, brick apiece, capiche?
Everybody getting cream no one considered them leech
Think about it now, that's damn near one point five
I kill em all Ill be set for life frank pay attention
These motherfuckers is henchmen, renegades
If you die they still get paid, extra probably
Fuck a robbery, Im the boss
Promise you wont rob em, I promise
But of course you know I had my fingers crossed

Chorus:
Niggaz bleed just like us
Picture me bein scared
Of a nigga that breathe the same air as me
Niggaz bleed just like us
Picture me bein shook
We can both pull burners, make the motherfuckin beef cook
Niggaz bleed just like us
Picture a nigga high
Then my life in that man hands, while he just decidin
Niggaz bleed just like us
Id rather go toe to toe with all of yall
Runnin aint in my protocol

Verse two:
Since its on, I call my nigga arizona ron
From tuscon, pushed the black yukon
Usually had the slow grooves on, mostly rock the isley
Stupid as a youngun, chose not the moves wisely
Sharper with game, him and his crooks, called the jooks
Heard it was sweet, bout three-fifty a piece
Ron bought a truck, two bricks laid in the cut
His peeps got bucked, got locked the fuck up
That's when ron vanished, came back, speakin spanish
Lavish habits, two rings, twenty carats
Heres a criminal, nigga made americas most
Killed his baby mother brother, slit his throat
The nigga got bagged with the toast
Weeded, took it to trial, beat it
Now he feel he undefeated, he mean it
Nothing to lose, tattooed around his gun wounds
Heavy in the game, embedded in his brain
And me I feel the same for this money and diamonds
Specially if my daughter cryin, I aint lyin
Yall know the signs

Chorus

Verse three:
We agreed to go on shootin is silly
Because niggaz could be hidin in showers with mac billys
So I freaked em, the telly manager was puerto rican
Gloria, from historia, I went to war with her
Peeps in ninety-one, stole a gun from her workers
And they took drugs, they tried to jerk us
We blaze they place, long story, glo seen my face
Got shook, thought a nigga was comin for the safe
Now she breakin, shut up, 112, whats shakin
A jamaican, some bitches I swear, they look gay
In a black range rover, been outside all day
If its trouble let me know, Ill be on my way
Please, I got kids to feed, I done seen you make niggaz bleed
Nightmare, this bitch dont need it
Ron, get the gasoline, this spot, we bout to blow this
Lets get the cash before the cops and range rover cats notice
Room 112, right by the staircase, perfect place
When they evacuate, they meet they fate
Ron pass the gasoline, the nigga pass me kerosene
Fuck it, its flame-able, my hunger is unexplainable
Strike the match, just what I expected
The dread kid ejected in seconds
And here come two, opposite sexes, one black, one malaysian
We in the hallway waitin patient
As soon as she hit the door we start blastin
I saw her brains hit the floor, ron laughin, I swear to god
I hit maxi priest at least twelve times in the chest
Spin-t around, shot the chink in the breast
She cryin, headshots put her to rest
Pop open the briefcases, nothin but franco faces
The spots hot, sprinklers, alarm systems
That's when other guests start to slip in
Its time for us to get to dippin
I know them niggaz in the range is on they way up
Flippin, pistol grippin, I know they clippin
The hallway, got real loud and crowded
They walked right past us, I dont know how they allowed it
The funny thing about it, through all the excitement
They range got towed, they double parked by a hydrant
Stupid motherfuckers

Notorious B.I.G. (feat. Ja Rule & Ralph Tresvant) - Want That Old Thing Back

http://mp.aol.com/audio.index.adp?pmmsid=1853668&referer=http%3A//music.aol.com/artist/the-notorious-big/44889/main

Uh Yea , Bad Boy Baby
Biggie Smalls
Listen...

(Singin)
Uh Yea Baby Oooooooh, Listen To Me, OH Yeaaaa

[Notorious B.I.G. - Verse 1]

When it comes to sex, I'm similar to the thriller in Manila
Honeys call me Bigga the condom filler
Whether it's stiff tongue or stiff dick
Biggie squeeze it to make shit fit, now check this shit
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the ep along by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you with the dick, make your kidneys shift
Here we go, here we go, but I'm not Domino
I got the funk flow to make your drawers drop slow
So recognize the dick size in these Karl Kani jeans
I'm in thirteens, know what I mean
I f**k around and hit you with the Hennessey dick
Mess around and go blind, don't get to see shit
The next batter, here to shatter your bladder, it doesn't matter
Skinny or fat or boy-skinned or black, baby I drop
These boricua mommies screamin "Aiy papi!"
I love it when they call me Big Poppa
I only smoke blunts if they rolled propa
Look, I gotcha caught up in the drunk flow
F**k tae kwon do, I tote da fo'-fo'
For niggaz getting mad cause they bitch chose me
A big black motherf**ker with g ya see
All I do is separate the game from the truth
Big bang boots from the Bronx to Bolivia
Getting Physical like Olivia Newt
Tricks suck my clique dick all day with no trivia
So gimme a hoe, a bankroll and a bag of weed
I'm guaranteed to f**k her till her nose bleed
Even if your new man's a certified mack
You'll get that H-town in ya, you'll want that old thing back

[Chorus]
What You Wanna Do?
I Got That Old Thing Back
What You Wanna See?
Baby Sing Relax and feel
What U Be, Where U Are
U Wouldn't Start

[Ja Rule - Verse 2]
Screamin Want THat Old Thing Back
Like I Double G I E
Whit Some R.U.L.E.
Notorious Know To Bust In The E Y E
Baby Baby!
Bitches Know They Love And Hate Me
I Come, U Come, We Come
With Back Some Maybe
How Close We Came To Come The Getto Is Crazy
How Come U Aint, ???? Semi Your Faces
When I Come U Be Cryin Like I'm Killin Ya Bitches
Knows When Picture In The Camera Roleded
'cause I Only Be Knowen How The Shits Unfoalded
Back Shots In The Ribb, Got The Mack Unloaded
Got A Reload, Like Every Show Off
U Sayin I Got Ma Swag A Back (Singin)
I'm Lookin Like Bitch, Ma Swag Near Look Left (Singin)
Its So Hard Prest, To Be Inpressed By These New Rappers
They Actors, And The Fact Is
U Want That Old Thing Back
Shit...

[Chorus]
What You Wanna Do?
I Got That Old Thing Back
What You Wanna See?
Baby Sing Relax and feel
What U Be, Where U Are
U Wouldn't Start

[Notorious B.I.G. - Verse 3]

Is my mind playin tricks, like Scarface and Bushwick
Willie D, havin nightmares of girls killin me
She mad because what we had didn't last
I'm glad because her cousin let me hit the ass
Fuck the past let's dwell on the 500 SL, the E and J and ginger ale
The way my pockets swell to the rim with Benjamins
Another hon's in the crib, please send her in
I fuck nonstop, lick my lips a lot, used to lick the clits a lot
But lickin clits had to stop
Cause y'all don't know how to act when the tongue go down below
Peep the funk flow, really though
I got the cleanest meanest penis, ya never seen this stroke of genius
So take off your Tim boots and your bodysuit
I mean the spandex and hit my man next
Sex getting rougher when it come to the nut buster
Pussy crusher, black nasty motherfucker
I don't chase em, I replace em
and if I'm caressin em, I'm undressin em
Fuck whatcha heard who's the best in New York
For fillin fantasies without that nigga Mr. Walk
Or Tattoo I got you wrapped around my dick
And when I'm done I got to split shit
Back shots is my position, I gotcha wishin for an intermission
Fuck the kissin, lickin down to your belly button, I ain't frontin
They don't call me B.I.G. for nuttin, all of a sudden

[Chorus]
What You Wanna Do?
I Got That Old Thing Back
What You Wanna See?
Baby Sing Relax and feel
What U Be, Where U Are
U Wouldn't Start
Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh


Biggie Smalls
P.Diddy Ya'll
Bad Boy For Life
Ones Again Going To Top Baby

Notorious B.I.G. (feat. R. Kelly) - Fuck You Tonight

http://profile.imeem.com/E3x-Z8/music/LjkMFjqh/fuck_you_tonight/

big] uhh
[dad] I like that, you like that? heh
[big] heres another one
[dad] and another one
[big] and another one
[dad] and another one
[big] uhh, what, what?

Intro/chorus: r. kelly, biggie (variations on bigs part)

You must be used to me spendin
And all that sweet winin and dinin
Well Im fuckin you tonight

[big] heres another one
And another one
Uhh, uhh, what?

Verse one: notorious b.i.g.
Some say the x, make the sex
Spec-tacular, make me lick you from yo neck
To yo back, then ya, shiverin, tongue deliverin
Chills up that spine, that ass is mine
Skip the wine and the candlelight, no cristal tonight
If its alright with you, we fuckin (that's alright)
Deja vu, the blunts sparked, finger fuckin in the park
Pissy off bacardi dark
Remember when I used to play between yo legs
You begged for me to stop because you know where it would head
Straight to yo mothers bed
At the mariott, we be lucky if we find a spot
Next to yo sister, damn I really missed the
Way she used to rub my back, when I hit that
Way she used to giggle when yo ass would wiggle
Now I know you used to sweets at the parker meridian
Trips to the carribean, but tonight, no ends

Chorus 2x

Verse two: notorious b.i.g.
Girl you look fine, like a windface rolex, you just shine
I like that waistline
Let me hit that from behind, which wall you wanna climb
My styles genuine, girl I love you long time
I got you pinned up, with yo fuckin limbs up
All because you like the way my benz was rimmed up
Bitch keep yo shin up, please watch me do thee
Nasty, like it when you make it move fast mommy
I like it when you tro it pon me
No love makin, strictly back breakin
Ceas know, all his hoes, go to my door
Then they go to his flo, to fuck some more
So no, caviar, sharp bar, uh uh
Strictly sex that's pretty and left over spaghetti
I know you used to slow cds and don ps
But tonight its eight tracks and six-packs while I hit that

Chorus 2x

Verse three: r. kelly
Lets stop the bullshit baby
Let me take you to the stop, get you hot
So you wanna be with me, puff daddy
B.i.g., bring that ass to me

Chorus: repeat to fade with variations

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