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| Big Mike ft. Pimp C - Havin' Thangs |
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1994 Album: Somthin' Serious, also on the
Dangerous Minds Soundtrack.
Michael Banks, better known by his stage name
Big Mike, is an American rapper from New
Orleans, Louisiana. He was originally a
member of Convicts with Houston rapper Mr.
3-2. Their album would be the first of many
releases Mike would put out on Houston based
Rap-A-Lot Records. He made his next major
appearances with the Geto Boys on the 1993
album Till Death Do Us Part. He was brought
on to replace Willie D, who had left the
group. However, after a dispute with Scarface
over how Mike's presence was interpreted by
the fans, Big Mike was out and begun his solo
career with the 1994 album Somethin' Serious.
In 1997, his 2nd solo album Still Serious was
released and made it onto the Billboard top
20. A video for the track "All a Dream" was
released and had modest play on BET and MTV.
Tags : Rap Gangsta TexasGeto Boys Scarface |
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Affichage : 49367
Durée : 343 s |
| 2pac - let them thangs go OG (NOT A REMIX) WITH LYRICS |
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Throw them thangs [X3]
The quicker the nigga can go on
The faster the nigga can get his dough on
Then I can hit my flow and get my ho on
Them niggas don't know what goes on
They trying to fuck with all they clothes on
Then act up when all the hoes gone
Are you ready for my flow? hit me
(Hoooooooo!) [X3]
Stop fronting motherfucker let them thangs go
I'm quick to kill a nigga any nigga feel me
nigga
You can't fade me I'm way to fucking real
nigga
2Pacalypse Now still down with the
Underground
Niggas get clowned when I come around
Boom boom motherfucker and it don't stop
Fuck a cop pass the glock and it won't stop
If ya ready for my flow hit me (Hoooooooo!)
[X3]
Stop fronting motherfucker let them thangs go
If ya wondering the thunder and the trouble
Is coming from the rebel as I hit ya from the
lower level
Hit me once fucking D M and two times
Popping like two nines hitting 'em with new
rhymes
I can make you love me
Best to chill with the nigga 'cause ya sure
can't punch me
If ya feel me let me hear ya say (Rock that
shit) [X3]
'Cause ain't a nigga alive that can stop the
hit
[Spice1]
Hey, hold on young 'Pac
Motherfuckers ain't riding no hookers out
here
Punk motherfuckers think the town
Ain't got handle bars on and shit
And ya lie to get slapped behind here
With a motherfucking motor, punk sissy
[2Pac]
Tell them motherfucking square ass niggas
Check this out
Y'all fonna come up off those motherfucking
thangs
'Cause I ain't fonna be up in sweating for
nothing
Ya little punk square nigga
I'm quick to spit the shit get ya open
Straight outta Oakland
Fuck the law get ya jaw broken
Ba ba ba bang bang nigga it's a stick up dee
Turn the kick up I'm ready to rip the shit up
G
They got me hype hype hyper, am I hype
enough?
Pass the blunt motherfucker let me light shit
up
And pump ya fist like this
'Cause the cops can't flip on a whole damn
clique
So suck dick
What they hitting 'fo? Double up nigga it's
on
The type of nigga that likes to bone with the
lights on
If ya ready for a nigga hit me (Hooooooo!) [
X3]
Stop fronting motherfucker let them thangs go
Yes some of you niggas are bitches too
Little square motherfuckers trying to get to
who?
Pop pop never made it to ya punk ass clique
Talk shit now ya gotta get ya punk ass
whipped
For the bitches that be trying to work a
nigga (fuck that bitch)
For the tramps that be trying to jerk a nigga
(fuck that tric)
For the rollers that be trying to urk a nigga
(fuck the cops)
I'ma hustle and you punks can't hurt me nigga
If ya ready for a nigga hit me (Hooooooo!) [
X3]
Stop fronting motherfucker let them thangs go
uh, uh, yeah
Let them thangs go
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Affichage : 13007
Durée : 214 s |
| G Unit - Poppin' Them Thangs |
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[Hook X2]
[50 Cent]
Every hood we go through
All the gangstas around know my whole crew
(Nigga what)
We hold it down like we supposed to
Nigga you can front if you want, we be
poppin' them thangs
[50 Cent]
After the VMAs my baby momma cuss my ass out.
I kicked her ass we back friends like Puffy
and Steve Stout
Cut the grass around my clique so I could see
these sneaks
You see back in the hood it's cuz I see they
fake
I preach a sermon about the paper like I'm
cut flow a dollar
I'll pop you punk niggaz like I pop my collar
I'm confused; I like Megan, Monica, and Mya.
Missy's freaky and Brandy's shy, uh
Now take a look at how my lifestyle changed
up.
I'm on now, god damn it I done came up.
Now you could find me with the finest hoes.
Choosin' which whip to drive by what match my
clothes.
I got a fetish for the stones, heavy on the
ice man
If I ain't gotta pistol on me, sure I gotta
knife man
Get outta line and I'm lightin' your ass up.
Semi-automatic spray, I'll tighten your ass
up (What)
[Hooks X2]
[Lloyd Banks]
Slow down little nigga
Don't exceed your speed
Cuz I will put g's on they fitted like the
Negro league
I got connects so I don't need no weed
I've been in LA for a year now
So I don't see no seeds
After I'm done you clappin' the crew
Hell yeah, I fuck fans
Guess what your favorite rapper does too
In a minute I'ma have the Jew to makin' my
rims spin
My crew run wild at the Jamaica's at Kingston
Nothin' but bling bling in ya face boy
That's why my knicks shine like one of them
shirts Puffy and Mase wore
I done find a nympho as soon as I pop a bra
She had my balls head first just like a
soccer star
You can only stand next to the man if you
proper
Ya'll take care of birds like a animal doctor
Been out and I'm buzzin' niggas just slept on
me
So I'm out for revenge like one of bin
laden's cousins
[Young Buc]
Read the paper, look at the news
We one the front page
Yeah we in the Bahamas with AK's on the stage
The ice and the Jacob watch make a broke
nigga take somethin'
So I gotta keep the four fifth with no safety
button
G-Unit getting' money
I know some artists is starvin'
But play the game like they rich to me this
shit funny
I know you see me comin'
Cuz on the front of the Maybach
It say payback for those who hated on me
I hate when niggas claim they bangin' a gang
You ain't no crip like snoop
You ain't no blood like gang
See I've been having beef
I have my own bullet proof vest
Most of my enemies dead I got about two left
Until my last breath I'm sendin' niggas
bullet holes
Innocent bystanders get hit tryin' to be
heroes
You know how we roll
Every where that we go
It's fo' fos', calicos, and desert eagles
(yeah)
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Durée : 250 s |
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