1.Heart And Soul(Interlude)
2.New York, New York
Featuring dj clue ＆ prodigy
Dj clue.. desert storm.. angie martinez.. prodigy..
Live from new york nigga..
Uhh.. uhh.. yo-yo, uhh, yo
They say it ain't where you from that it's where you at
But where i'm from, y'all can tell, don't matter where i'm at
Born and bred in the streets of new york, new york
It's evident in the way that i talk-a-talk
I travel abroad by the concorde, with a clue tape (clue!)
Stop in sicily and tell 'em they pizza fake
And i keep the faith in the knicks, them fuckers
And i'm quick to get slick with the lip and word to mother
Love a dude with a doo-rag, from where we suffer
From growin up too fast, i'm a rude ass bitch when i need to be
But i'm cool as shit if you real with me, you feelin me？
I never sleep like my city when it's time to get this money
Got game, spot game, so don't act funny (hah hah)
We the block, we the ave, we the bronx, we manhattan
From staten, to long island, we make it happen, out in
New york, new york
New york, new york
We new york, new york
Out in new york, new york
Nigga we gangsta, we dress to kill
We on some real live mobb shit, pullin up in trucks flossin
The bosses, we scare 'em straight, it's not a game
How we bully shit, you fuck around and get your food ate boy
My razor make your face ke-loid
Then i throw my drink at you (woo!) just to make that shit burn
We make heads turn when we step in
You starin at my piece swingin, it might hypnotize you
Dunn, we never had to tuck our chains
Marquis diamonds all up in your face
We the hood, we the projects, we brooklyn, we queens
In the streets, our music is murder, ya heard me？
It's p (yeah) loud and clear, it ain't fair
How i keep droppin that shit that make you look stupid
Me and angie, got the hottest shit movin on the block right now
Y'all bitches bow down, to..
Yo, we don't negotiate, we move on impulse
You try to insult me and my associates
So that note, we let the guns speak on our behalf
We got dough to keep dirt up off our hands
C'mon, we the m-o-b-b nigga
We the mobb, who the fuck did you think it was？
Step aside youngbloods when you see new york niggaz come through
Silent murder, that's how we do
Out in new york, new york - where they tend to wild out
Who am i？ everything bitches pretend to be about
Angie, yeah baby, you thought it was me
Notoriously, n.y.c. and y'all can see
I'ma be that chick you remember for life
I got, niggaz sick tryin to make me they wife
I'm in the 5 overdrive as i glide across the bridge
Rockin my sunglasses, signin pictures for the kids
I demolish from tribeca to hollis
+sky's the limit+ like chris wallace - you can't stop it
Comin through respect due cause i'm the people's choice
Stop actin new yo, cause you know i'm the voice of
Big shout to queens, brooklawn..
Uptown, the b.x., l.i., shaolin, y.o.
Nigga!
Desert storm, roc-a-fella, it's william nigga.. holla!
Hev. e components nigga, we built like that!
3.Every Little Girl
Featuring the product g＆b
Yo yo angie, come downstairs, the pub is open
Hurry up ma! put your socks, put your slippers on!
C'mon ma hurry! (alright then, i got it)
Oooohhh angie..
Ooo-whoaaaa, yeahhh..
Oooh yeah hooooo whoahhhh, ohhh-ye ohhhhh-yeah
Uh, yeah (ooh ooh ooh ooh)
Uh (ooh ooh ooh ooh)
Uh-uh-uh uh-ah uh-ah-uh-ah
I started in brooklyn, comin up in the game
Everybody has a story mine wasn't the same
Angela, delinquent, i thought i was grown
I went through a lot things way before i was known
See my moms, she never knew i would make it all start
She was through with the bad grades, the late nights in the park
Causin my mom pain, my life was in the dirt
I played hooky all day while she was hard at work
Sorry ma, know it was hard and my pops was a jerk
She packed her shit and got us out of there before it got worse
Moved the fam to miami in hopes of changin my ways
A big portion of my mind still remained in a daze
It wasn't 'til we came back my life matured
Success would be the only thing that i was fightin for
I was determined to get there, and keep it hot
Since that day my only goal was to reach the top
To every little girl, on every block
That's comin of age tryin to reach the top
I said no matter who you are, you can reach the stars
But never forget, how fragile you are, cause a girl is fragile
It's crazy, when i think back, sometimes i have to cry
Cause when you young, you don't see how life can pass you by
You don't even really care if you gon' starve or not
This go back to ninety-three when i got the job at hot
I used to answer the phones for flex, do overnight spurts
Back then, i was like, 'hey who knows？ it might work'
I wasn't satisfied, but it would just begin
Cause in ninety-five, i was every day, six to ten
I put in a lot of work so i could bring in my listeners
I secured a fanbase, although some of them dissed us
I was new at my thang, but i was doin my thang
And i would never let nobody try to ruin my thang
But of course, there were people couldn't stand where i was
Cause although know i'm in, i wasn't made what i was
Through the heat, kept it movin, throw the haters a smile
What would they do if they knew her heart was fragile？
Angela.. (uh-huh) angela.. (hahahah)
Angela.. (wooh!) angela.. (uhh, uhh)
Overall, it's a rough business, it could stop even you
There's people that's gonna say things that's not even true
Like the one about me not bein down for my women
And i hated the lesbian rumors that went around for a minute
How bout the one that goes, 'yeah, she goes with him.
He bought her the car, the ice, the clothes and rims.'
And i'm sure you all heard she caught one dead in the face
It'd been different if she said what she said to my face
As for men, who knows where my story will start
I went through a relationship that nearly tore me apart
So i'm chillin for now, it's all about me for the moment
Cause there's things that i wouldn't allow
But i'ma be aight though, keep comin with tight flow
Try to stay on the low while i'm watchin your hype grow
Playin the role like nobody can cramp your style
But i know, like you know, that you're fragile
{＊the product g＆b ad lib to the end＊}
4.Coast 2 Coast(Suavemente)
Featuring wyclef jean
Wyclef, chillin with angie
Live at jimmy's, worldwide baby
Azuuuu-car!
Suavemente, be-sa-me
Angie martinez, can i get a date on friday？
Suavemente, just when i thought she'd say yes..
Yo, yo, that's when a kid pulled the tec and the whole crowd
parted
Why you fuckin up the party before it gets started？
Yo, yo, yo, yo it's angie
The way i flip it make you switch your shit to plan b
And i'll be dipped out in the club lookin fancy
And we ain't chillin too tough if you ain't family
You mad at me man please i'm chillin low-key
That's why i got my little hat on
In the v.i.p. where everybody high fash-ion
Gettin they mack on, thirsty fo' satisfaction
And it's, bound to happen like latins goin platinum
Now we, in it lookin for the big peso
And my, song inspired by elvis crespo
And we, gettin it started so baby let's go
Nasty boys in the party singin, '(？？)'
Better, make it easy cause we livin suave
Be bout the +smooth operators+ like sade
'coast 2 coast, new york to chicago
East l.a.'
Funny how times flies when you gettin drunk (uh-huh)
It's three a.m. and we still ain't had enough (uh-huh)
Bout the time when everybody know whassup
See them niggaz pushin up, now you know they wanna (what？)
See the big pop-pas chasin mu-cha-chas
Whylin out, right right, be like ooh-la-la
But they gets na-da, make me laugh ha-ha
Like ha-ha-ha, ha-ha!
They be, silly boys in brand new clothes (uh-ha)
Actin up with nothin, puttin on shows (uh-ha)
At the bar, frontin, strikin up a pose
In cubic zircon's like nobody knows, but
It's okay papi, i won't tell (uh-huh)
If they don't know you might as well
Do your thang duh-dah-dah-duh-dah
Pero suave yo!
Suavemente (uh-ha!).. (uh-huh)
Suavemente (uh-ha!).. (uh-huh)
Suavemente
5.Ladies And Gents
Featuring snoop doog
(pa-ra-ra-ra)..
(pa-ra-ra-ra).. geah
(pa-ra-ra-ra).. lets get it goin' now
(pa-ra-ra-ra).. snoop dogg, uhh
(pa-ra-ra-ra).. angie
(pa-ra-ra-ra).. all my ladies and my gents
(pa-ra-ra-ra).. all my players and my pimps
(pa-ra-ra-ra).. uhh, uhh yo..
(pa-ra-ra-ra).. snoop dogg!... yo, uhh
Ladies and gents, players and pimps - gather up
We gon' be poppin' in the bitch until you had enough
Glad at us, mad at us, look at these competitors (c'mon, c'mon)
I set 'em up (uhh, uhh), wet 'em up; angie's chillin' (shut up!)
Get 'em up off they seat
In the lbc - we throw partys and let the ladies in for free
We get the dpg.. on yo' radio station for the y2g
'up close and personal', west coast professional (professional!)
Nigga what'chu reppin' for？ dogg what'chu got yo' weapon for？
Bitch nigga get the steppin', smo' (get the steppin')
You besta' back up off'a me
I break you up (break you up), wake you up (wake you up)
Shake you up (shake you up), and take you up (uhh)
On top'a the world, baby girl (girl)
Big dogg yes y'all in this bi (holla)
I keep it pi for all the people (people), mami's wit' the fine
punani's
I'm in the projects, on deck
Baby come find me, and gimmie what i gotta get
I know you feel me now i want you feel this dick
See that's gangsta' shit (gangsta' style)
It taste like e and j brandy sweet, like candy
Baby said she wanna be down wit' a nigga brandy
Aw fuck wit' yo' man then..
Ladies and gents, players and pimps - gather up
We gon' be poppin' in this bitch until you had enough
Glad at us, mad at us, look at these competitors
I set 'em up, wet 'em up; angie's chillin' (shut up!)
Get 'em up off they seat
In the nyc - we throw partys and let the ladies in for free
We get the dpg.. on yo' radio station for the y2g..
It's the big bamboo rollin' (rollin')
Prada purse swollen (swollen)
Ben franklin foldin', we here to get it goin'
'bout to bust in the party wit' my people (wit' my people)
Flyin' out west side in my zito (zito!)
And i'm sittin' on chrome, status well known
From a small lot in brooklyn, i buy this side chrome (okay!)
If you wit' me let me hear ya (aight, aight!)
And if you lift it and you feelin' (aight, aight!)
Cozmos when i toastin'
Crackin' jokes wit' my girls, clown roastin' (how high？)
Fake ballers in the spot high postin'
Get out my air, can't you see my lows are frozen？ (we!)
You see niggaz be partyin', checkin' out my body and,
Get out outta hand i gotta quarter terror squadians
Or do-double-g'll come and get'cha
Get the picture (who is ya), they'll flip ya (f'real)
East side.. (aight).. is gettin'.. (aight, aight)
West side.. (aight).. is gettin'.. (aight, aight)
North side.. (aight).. is gettin'.. (aight, aight)
Down south.. (aight).. they gettin'.. (aight, aight)
Snoop dogg.. (aight).. is gettin'.. (aight, aight)
Angie.. (aight).. is gettin'.. (aight, aight)
Everybody.. (aight).. is gettin'.. (aight, aight)
We gettin.. (aight).. y'all gettin'.. (aight, aight)
(pa-ra-ra-ra).. {＊repeat 18x＊}
6.Gutter 2 The Fancy Ish
Featuring busta rhymes
Busta rhymes and angie mar-ti-nez
Sippin on mar-tinis
Check it out now, check it out now, c'mon, c'mon
Now let's take it from the gutter to the fancy shit, c'mon
Make you really wanna do the nasty shit, c'mon
Bounce all night and wave ya hands and shit
Everytime we come through, me and my mans and shit
Yo, lemme talk, shit, prepare for the worst
Oops spit on a verse, she call me like she got the gat in the
purse
Niggaz need to rehearse (you)
Lay you on a stretcher like you caught a heart attack in the
church
Reverse in the hearse, another body bring me the nurse
Make you react first
Shoot the sound of my bounce, so when you hear my gat burst
Ask(？) me, we floss fancy, me and angie
Take shit beyond where niggaz really can't see
Flow freakin yo' music together like we nasty
When you pass the l baby, make sure you never pass me
Do whatever we stack cheddar the smart way
Blaze treets and speed down the pulaski parkway
In and out of them lanes, you know we whippin all day
Checkin the passenger seat, pettin my baby sharpei (woof)
Loyal like kemosabe, haters could never really harm me
I rep for my niggaz, you rep for puerto rico mami!
Listen up, nigga get on the bus, ride with us
Most high we trust, other than that
Everybody suspect, don't bother come test
Funk flex blastin with it, i'm masterin it
Linda carter of the rap game
With gold bangles on my wrists, latin chicks on the map mayn
Man the game plan's arran-gin
A house on the hills of the main-land, get on board
Step inside, arrest my eyes, i don't sleep
Confess sometimes i roll deep
Underestimating mine is to not know me
I, analyze, every situation
And i rise to any occasion
And i, stays in, do me mode then i'm
Runnin the streets, in do me clothes with a
Sweatsuit and a fresh pair of sneakers
In the benz coupe, smokin weed or cohibas..
7.Live At Jimmy's
live at jimmy's
Graso, vamos pa'l club (？) seguro que no
Que ah'ta angie martinez, 'ta cuban link y domingo
Una cosita ahque te voy a poner por los pie
Pa 'certe bailar, tu ve carajo, va ser co, tigeraso..
Jimmy, copacabana, in miami, little havana
Ay.. latin quarters, la gran manzana
We're gonna party hasta por la mana
Ay.. santo domingo - tomando mamajuana
Gozando en columbia, venezuela y la bahamas
Ay.. costa rica, pery tijuana
Ven conmigo mami, con esto nadie no para
Ay..
Uhh, uhh, uhh, yo yo, yo
Bubble heavy in the club, double henne' in the cup
Trouble and merengue make you move yo' butt
Got the fella's goin nuts, girl it's too much
Got me four numbers already, the night's still young
Papi work the room, handsome like what!
Mami got new shoes, hair done like what!
Me, you, speed through - 'yeah, yeah good to meet'cha, how you
doin？'
Afraid to be the one baby take it floor
Don't say nuttin dumb, maybe we could do more!
Cause it's our night and it's okay!
Work hard all day, now we ready to play
And the j, the i, the m, the m, the y, the j, the i, the m
At jimmy's.. at jimmy's!
Uhh.. creep to yo' block in the black cadillac
You could go wit a grey mac, brrra!
Run, duck, son - what the fuck？
See my tattoo, got pun on my gut
Bag yo' chick, give her none of the bucks
Curse me out, call me a bum and a slut
Cause i bust quick like for ton in the bed
And i broke out wit more guns in a truck!
Yo, yo..
Ain't nuttin stoppin us from droppin
And rockin the whole metropolis
We lockin this down, straight up and down
We too hot to miss, got the shit to make 'em lose it
They can't refuse it
Cause it ain't nuttin like hip hop music!
New shit - took a merengue beat looped it
Exclusive, without doubt, this shit's stupid!
Who's this？ cuban link, no te asuste!
Domingo drop the bomb, i got the fuse lit
Whoo, whoo.. hey!
Strobe light twirlin, smoke everywhere
Dance floor flooded, hands in the air
Bar in the back, ballers in the rear
Find me 'round there, bottles by the pair, yeah
All night cause it feels real good
And good wood from a nigga in the hood
Ladies - shake it, shake it like a real girl should
Let it be understood
That i'm wit my friends and we ready to go
Connects wit ellies to santo domingo!
And i, won't rest 'til i'm poppin at the show
Watchin all my people shoutin 'go, ma, go!'
So get it up, get it up (uh-oh, uh-oh!)
Shake it down, shake it down (uh-oh, uh-oh!)
If we havin big fun (uh-oh, uh-oh!)
If you rep big pun (uh-oh, uh-oh!)
C'mon..
Boriqua, morena; girl i wanna take ya back to cuba (cuba)
Habana (habana), c'mon pretty mama
Jamaica, puerto rico o santo domingo
We could take it there!
Yeah, yeah, and bring your silk underwear on!
.. and bring your silk underwear on!..
.. and bring your silk underwear on!..
.. and bring your silk underwear on!..
.. and bring your silk underwear on!..
8.Silly Niggaz
Featuring uneek
On any day, in the hood
In front of any building, you can find some chicks
And what will they talk about？ niggaz
Uh-huh, yeah..
I know this player named ricky, push an 850
Light-skinned, slim, with a head like sticky
All you gotta do girlfriend is slip a mickie
And in a quickie, ricky turns into tricky
Aiyyo but what about his man？ cuz named stan
Run around town in the plush benz van
Ice all around his rolex band
But runnin his mouth bout his credit card scams
Yeah jerk that nigga, i heard of that nigga
The crew of quick niggaz wanna murder that nigga, shit
He must be listenin to too much jigga
Buddy longdough, he got no figures
Yo, aiyyo i know you know ralph, up on t (？)
He a puerto rican cat, yeah you know he eat out
Walk around town with the weed and heat out
And he loco in the coco, dank weed out
All over the world, niggaz got a story to tell
Is you fly as fuck, or you broke as hell？
What set you claim nigga, is you thug or what？
What set you claim nigga, is it love or what？
Rude bwoy name brian, nigga stay lyin
Got regular, but he swear it's hawaiian
Part time dealer, part time client
Smokin up what he should be supplyin
And yo that kid black, don't know how to act
Wanna keep the timbs on when he hit it from the back (oop!)
Pullin on my hair, almost loosened up a track
But i like that kid, he can keep comin back!
{＊laughter and ad libs＊}
Everybody back up, back up off the ropes
All you silly niggaz are gonna have to back up
{＊laughin＊} we're gonna need all silly niggaz to back up off the
ropes!
Move back.. back.. back.. back..
9.No Playaz
Featuring lil' mo ＆ tony sunshine
Whoo!
Chorus：angie and lil' mo
Even though you got no money
Other chicks be actin funny
It don't matter boy cuz i got love for you
I'm so tired of all these playaz
And i don't mean to be a hater
But i know just what i'm lookin for
This is for my on the low niggas
Average joe niggas
You know, i'm tallkin plain ol' niggas
Big up, big up all the regular dudes
Appreciate 'em after dealin wit a playa or two
What i'm sayin to you, is all the ice is nice
But a girl get tired of payin the price
See it aint what we eat, it's how we do
I like mr. chal, but we can do bbq
Fuckin wit you, you gon get to my heart
We can chill, crack jokes, smoke a l in the park
And when it come to lovin, you go hard...
Yeah, now that's really what a girl want
And uh, nobody can do me
Like you, so you the one that i'm givin it to
For rich or tore up, i'm in it wit you
For you fake smooth niggas, i'm finished wit you
Beat it
Chorus
Yo, yo, uh
I shine, you shine
Gotta alotta big things playa that's nice
I don't wanna knock your hustle but i know your kind
And i don't trust ya so i'm lookin for mine
Not tryin to sell me the gathos, not poppin bottles
Not tryin to stick it to models
You know misled bitches, after your riches
Try to throw me in the mix don't even notice a difference
I don't like coogie sweaters anyway
I like a nigga in a hoodie better anyday
I'm not a chick-en, i'm not to be tricked on
Matter fact you the rea-son
That i, don't wanna get with playaz no more
I wanna low key nigga fo' sho
You don't really gotta be my boyfriend
I'm sayin though...
Chorus
But i got cristal ven aqui
Mami, let me buy your love
But i got platinum ven aqui
Mami, let me buy your love
[i'm sayin though girl can we talk for a minute though？
I got some things i wanna talk to you about]
{yeah？}
{what is it, what is it, that you have that i need}
[i'm sayin , i got alotta stuff you see the ice
You see the way i'm flossin, aint nobody in this club
Flossin like me, they don't got what i got, y'knowhatimsayin？
I got good looks, i got furs]
{right, really, what are you... what are you bringin to me that
i need
In my life...}
[i'm bringin to you a good lookin nigga wit alotta things man,
Aint too many niggas that can offer you alotta things and good
looks
At the same time though, y'knowhatimsayin, you smell that...]
{tell you what...}
{you got cars？}
{but the thing is, the thing is i got a job }
{no i gotta job}
{right so i have things }
[what your job gotta do wit a nigga like me, you won't have to
work no more girl]
{but i like to work, i like...}
[i'm sayin i know you like to work, you can work on me,
y'knawmean]
{that's really special}
{that's really special}
[that's real special, i'm a special nigga, i'm sayin i got what
you need...]
{you are a special nigga, you are a special, special nigga}
[i see you sippin all that mo', what you need, you want some
cristal？]
{no i'm good all i... you know... i got a job like i told you so
if i really needed
Some cristal i could really just... go to the bar and buy myself
a bottle of cristal
What i'm askin you, is what you, are bringin to the table}
[i'm bringin alotta things to the table,
I mean i offered you ice, cars, cribs, whatever you need
And i don't even know you like that but i'm...]
But i got platinum ven aqui
Mami, let me buy your love...
10.Breathe
Yo, yo, yo, uhh, yo, yo, whoo whoo whoo whoo, yo, uhh, hey!
Sometimes you gotta catch yo' breath and
All the time you gotta watch yo step and
Kats be all on yo neck, stressin bout'what you doin' next'
And i aint got much left, tolerance for the hoop-la
La hodienda no se para nunca, yeah
They give it to you, but i
Keep it movin while im runnin wit the rap race
But i need a little damn space, to breathe
I gotta just do me, why i always gotta be sexy, huh
Would ya mind, would you still like me
In a pair air max,sweat pants, hoody huh？
Would ya, get off my back, c'mon, let a nigga relax
Cuz im all woman now, hear me roar
Right now im bout to hit the door
So i can parlay, its my day, bout to pick up my girls at the
highway
Gotta get away, gotta do it now, gotta walk into the sun, ah ah
ah
Gotta get away, get away
Gotta walk in to the sun, ah ah ah
Gotta get away, get away
Gotta walk into the sun, ah ah ah
I just really need some time to ease my mind and let my spirit
flllllyyyy
2nd verse
Gonna fly...c'mon
How many women cook and clean, wash your clothes
Work a job, come home-mop the floors, watchin' soaps
Nah, no time for that, besides young ＆ the restless is kinda
whack
Plus thats that time you could be in the gym
Gettin ya legs tight, gettin ya head right
Doin it every night in summer time almost
You want ya ass lookin firm when they come up close
For the single motha types, couple kids
Nuthin come before them, give a fuck who it is
You a proud ass woman, neva cried for help
Been doin it for years all by ya self
For cryin out loud can ya get your props
Wanna pull your hair out cause the shit dont stop
And, ya nigga wanna stress, get no rest,
Takin no breaths, its pms
Wanna know when do i get my day
Wanna pick up my girls at the highway
Gotta get away, gotta do it now, gotta walk into the sun, ah ah
ah
Yo necesito un poco de paz....en mi vida!
Necesito un poco de paz....en mi vida!
Sometimes a girl just wants to be free
From what you think of me baby please
Get up off my back and give a girl some space
Because we're livin in a big, bad race
I just really need some time to have a little piece
Of mind and
Breathe, breatheeeeeeee!
11.Live From The Streets
Featuring beanie sigel, brett, kool g. rap ＆ the l.o.x.
Ohhhhh.. senorita.. when the evening sun go down
I come to.. serenade you.. from another part, of town
{＊car tires peeling out＊}
Let's get it on it's angie mar' reportin live from the streets
From y.o. to philly and harlem to q.b.
When it drops it's game over, you'll see
Introducing, jadakiss and styles p, where you at？
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
You know we still in the hood dog, in front of the store
With the work across the street and the gun in the stall
Soon as somethin happen niggaz wanna run to the law
You know the code of the streets, never run to the law
That's why i can't even run 'less i run with a four
Or i walk with a three, come and talk to 'em p
You can catch me down bottom with a bird and a glock
On the block makin money where they murder a lot
Or you can catch me up top shootin dice for a yard
I'm talkin six digits, niggaz bet the house or the car
You can catch me hittin the spliff, sick in the pit
On the fiend like i'm missin my shit, they think i'm crazy
Catch me hittin your lady in my mercedes
Bird on your baby, fuck you i'm keepin it gravy
L.o.x. hold the hammers
Like we waitin for screws
With angie mar' blowin motherfuckers out of they shoes, what？
Comin live from the streets where some died tryin to eat
From y.o. to philly, from harlem to q.b.
And when it drops, game over, you'll see
Introducin, beanie sigel, tell me how you livin？
Aiyyo, i've been kickin murder - since adidas with thick strings
T.i. sweatsuits, pumas with thick chains
Four finger rings, black belts with brass names
I was spittin flames since niggaz was pitchin change
I'm a hard knock kiddo, always played the middle
Threw flacks in the crack game, getchu if i can getchu
Since a buck, played the highway, dodgin the troop boys
Jumpin in and out of coupes, wavin for duke boys
Always chased a penny, copped quarter waters
Tried to make a dollar chased my pop's boss daughters
Tryin to make my name, global, in all four corners
Philly baller, gamin in all four quarters
Never worked, never will - all my hoes buy my clothes
I can't go broke, never will - all my bros buy my o's
I'm the best thing that linked up with new york since sprewell
I murder, nuttin further - fill in the details
I'm here, it's over, fuck how y'all feel
When i drop, y'all gon' realize it's all real
Bein left for dead, tied up, smoke 'til i was dried up
So high up, seem like the sky ducked, high what？
Life was rough, but now it's nothin to hide
Used to click and be quick to put this gun to yo' side
Be like, 'that chain nice - i like that pal.
Matter fact {＊click click＊} i'd like that now.'
You've got game？ call the name, just spell the name right
Brett, one of the best rappers ever to touch a mic
It's prophecized i'd write, spit scriptures mind blowin
'til my coffin top close and heaven skies open
Fear no man's my slogan, i hope y'all believe
I'm just like you, fear nuttin human that bleeds
My mind breed two movies, six ab-lums, a hundred poems
Thirty r＆b joints, i'm beyond the norm, y'all just mad
I'm just glad, got my time to shine
Y'all the type to hit three hundred bars and run out of rhymes
Brett, from my bystorm family, with angie
Come live from the streets, from harlem to q.b.
And when it drops, game over, you'll see
Introducin, finally, the legendary kool g.
It's b.g.s. kid so what you facin？ caps racin
Decapitation twenty buck-fifties and lacerations
Guerilla fam' camouflaged out in the grass waitin
To blass your nation slash like jason and bash your face in
We ass lacin top bodies and half in the basement
Our style, cast you so bad you'll need plastic replacement
When gats is raised in, fascination blastin and blazin
Evacuation for your whole staff there's gas in the tank and
Gets back abrasions from cap grazin, defy gravitation
Pull my shit back squeeze bust it like masturbation
Hold fort, hold the blow torch, leave your soul scorched
With no remorse, the state of new york, get your shit caught
When niggaz hawk, let the fifth talk
So tell me who's the next man to flip？
I stop the beef shit, with rubber handled grips
Your candle get lit, guerilla shit feed us banana clips
The hammers hit, anything in our range we dismantle it
Like to say thanks to my street correspondents, for gettin on
this
Comin live and direct with no nonsense
Sorry folks for hurtin y'all, the previous has been brought to
you
By 'up close and personal'
12.Go!!(Muthafuka)
Angie：what's this？
(unfolding of letter)
Angie ＆ guy：dear angie
Guy：i know we've been together a long time boo
But i'm writing this letter cus
I really couldn't face you like
It's kinda ill
I gotta a lot things going on right now
And i met somebody too
So i need a little space ma for real
This mothafucka told me that he'd love me for life
He told me he had my back and i would be his fucking wife
He told me no matter what baby everythings gon be ok
And now this mothafucka's leaving and he don't think he gon pay
Think a letta like this gon kill me dude？
Shit you was lucky i was real wit you
Shit you was lucky i was feeling you
Let me tell you what a bitch that's real will do
I remember all the things that we did in my house
Should of never left shit in my house
Get your clothes and your boots and suits nigga get em up out
You would never know what i'm about
When i'm in doubt i walk away like it's the in thing
Follow all my instincts
The henessey in ya blood got ya strong like ginseing
Who the hell you think ya pimpin？
Not me you can go
I don't care what you leaving me for
If you stay you'll be deceiving me more
Let me see what you do when you can't get your feet on the floor
You didn't think that i would even the score
Through the heat of it all
I was there for you
Cared for you
But you never gave the love back
I don't care if you a thug cat
Ain't no mothafucka ever gon treat me like a rugrat
It's niggas like you that make a bitch wanna wil' out
Put a brick through you windshield
I don't care how your fam or your fake ass friends feel
Since day one i've always been real
But you took it for granted damnit
You got me actin foul
Think you a playa international？
Got your bank card know your pin number so i'm cashin now
On some funny shit look who's laughing now
I'ma sell all the jewelry you left behind
Me being deaf, dumb, and blind
Instead of being two steps ahead i was a step behind
Thought you never gonna wreck my mind
I don't care though
You can go now
Pack your shit up
I don't need you
You messed with my mind was the worse thing you ever did
I ain't the one for the wedding ring
Your doing this for your benefit
You degenerate
Stab me in the back like a benidect
But i blame myself for being blind for the scrub type
Should've knew from the getgo
But it's cool i can live i can learn get wise to my life
It ain't hard for me to let go
I'm a strong ass woman
Ain't no way i'm gonna be depressed
Let a nigga try to wear me down
Now the rain is gone i can see clearly now
Where my mentals at you should fear me now
Look really how
Did you think i wouldn't pay ya back
Your a bitch for the way you act
You want to be in the front while i played the back
And you think that i'm gonna be ok wit that？
That's crazy wack
You ain't never wanna help the team
Did things that i felt were mean
But i let it all go
Never paid it no mind
Even though you tried to fuck with my self-esteem
When you dealt with me you had things that you never had
Niggas knew i was your better half
Now you got a new bitch
Pray to god hope she know about me
And if not i'm gonna tell her ass
Stella had to get her groove back
Nigga move back
Who me i'm just moving on
Mary j. said the best when said that i'm not gon cry
Mothafucka thought you'd knew the song
But i'ma leave it alone
Cus i'm a bigga bitch
Even though another chick'll prolly try to get you fast
He should've died
Keep this in mind
Mothafucka wish i never would've met your ass
13.Thug Love
Featuring fat joe ＆ l-burna
Thug love, thug love
All she ever wanted was that thug loooooove
Thug love, thug love
All she ever wanted was that thug, love
Yo, hey yo, uhh
Yo, yo, yo-yo, uhh
Aiyyo i met him at a club, spendin dubs, mr. superthug
Pulled up with a group of trucks, everybody knew who he was
I ain't playin the boy was cute, and i'm sayin
We only danced one song but the whole night i was swayin
Mesmorized by his style, could tell he was wild
But he had a touch of class and a million buck smile
Got a thing for a thug and he fit the profile
Thug love, think i'm buggin brother let me know now
Yo.. yeah, uhh
Yo, yo..
What's his name, what's the color of his range, what's his game？
Was he kickin it like he love his train, full of octane？
Stop playin, know you ain't fall for that
(yo he's pagin me) ang' don't even think of callin back
Man i know those cats, him and his click be flowin crack
Up in prominax(？), stickin them kids, by the laundromat
Pumpin that two-for-five, the rules imply
Fuckin with them dudes that's trife, you lose your life
{＊interlude＊}
I just can't explain why women are attracted to danger
A thug and a player look the same in linen but one's packin a
banger
I guess it's the anger that be in they eyes
Mixed together with a pinch of they sensual side that gets me
energized
Fly and confidant, respected and highly dominant
Got me on the rise every time he draw me with compliments
Joey i'm fallin for a thug, should i sacrifice
Or let it go brother you never gave me bad advice
It's only right that i let you know which route to go
No doubt fo' sho', once he hits it, he's out the do'
Know i seem like a cock-blocker, but he's not proper
Besides you're my little sis, i gotta watch ya
Gotta stop you from dealin with snakes
You're sealin your fate let alone i feel it's your wake
Eliminate all the wrongs in your life
Don't you fall for them guys, like pun says, it's all in the
eyes
I only speak on what i know, he cheats, he gotta go
You think he ain't gon' creep (not at all)
That's a damn shame, i see you fallin for this man's game
The truth is even if he want it man he can't change
That's the life of a player livin lies like the mayor
Hittin them thighs, be wise and beware
But don't be surprised, one day you'll find a decent guy
Someone that cares and provides a piece of mind
I know you right, but i'm torn inside
I got a jonz for a boy that was born to ride
My only vice(？), saw the guy, leave my momma mortified
It's no surprise, it happens all the time
Got me stressin and i'm comin back for me
Got me, checkin my messages expectin him to call
I need to, let it go need to stay focused
But can't, forget him yo so i remain hopeless
14.Mi Amor
Featuring jay-z
Chorus：jay-z (angie martinez)
How you say my love in spanish？ (mi amor)
(how you say my love in thug) can i hit it raw？
In the backseat of my jeep, or maybe on the floor
(easy papi) nah mami, teach me more
(treme especial means treat me special)
I ain't got no time for that now, dame un beso
(wanna keep a good girl like i told you before)
(easy papi) yeah, teach me more
I like fast cars, i love faster chicks
You don't need a small waist, i take ass and tits
Love chicks that deep throat, love bein left alone
On a sunday afternoon with the remote
Love havin my cake plus eatin it too
Shit, i got cake what the fuck i'm 'posed to do
Like chicks to dress, but i love a good shoe
Sophisticated mama with love for the hood too
Love sexin girls on that boricua shit
Love black girls that's when the levi's fit
Chicks that play hard to get on that aaliyah shit
If at first i don't succeed, then believe i split
Can you blame me？ young buck, dirty-ass pops trained me
Moms allowed it, daddy was about it (bout it)
Game got inherited
Mama said if you find love you better cherish it
Teach me!
I like to slow dance, i like to romance
I like to.. stroll through the park holdin hands
Ask me how my day was, tell me 'ma lookin pretty'
On sundays in the cut watchin 'sex and the city'
Havin long talks and good lovin in the mornin
Walk them dogs when my body is callin
Flesh air force cuts a wound with a line
No stress of course, cause i don't have the time
Like to wine and dine but please hold your liquor, cuz
I'm rollin with ya and i hate a silly nigga
Like 'em rough and rugged, love it when you tug it
You buggin out of line on that thug shit is nothin
Dealt with cats before that i had to train
Dealt with cats that's poor and a cat with fame
One who played basketball and i had more game
So por favor, papi stay in your lane
15.Ladies Fight(Interlude)
16.Dem Thangz
Featuring q-tip
Girl, you gotta move dem thangz, dem thangz
I wanna see you move dem thangz, dem thangz
In the hood dawg, you know they move dem thangz, dem thangz
Cause ain't a damn thing changed man, they move dem thangz
(yeah, it's my thang)
Yo, whoo!
Step up in the club like 'who up in here？'
Linda carter with the world premier, watch out now!
Shit ain't clear, cause hova got me open on the belvedere
Yeah, settin it real good feelin proper
Checkin out the nigga with the gucci parka, like
Uh-huh, okay, whassup？
It's a luv-a-dub, and it's your world
I'm a choosy girl
But we can dance to the dawn like lucy pearl
Cause you got that thang thang
And we can do big thangz, but go, easy
Like i told you before, cause i don't wanna hurt you pah.. huh
And the name is angela
And ain't too many niggaz that can handle her, it's true
Uhh, since the start of it all
Standin alone, claimin my own, y'know？
Little that, little this
Cop a couple pieces to cover my little wrists
Prayin while they hopin they sayin my shit'll miss
Man listen, it's, my, thang i'm, well connected
Pull dem strings and i'm, not new
On the block for a minute
And i, won't stop 'til i get it, get it
Comin widdit like the punisher
Gettin all up in your stomach uhh.. huh, my bad
Gettin focused now
Lot of niggaz in the club wanna poke us now
But, back it up baby nice and slow
Cause i roll with a whole lot of g.i. joe's
In the cut camoflauged with they eyes on me
While i, move, my thang, c'mon
Yo.. i, come through - doin what i do
Niggaz buggin out like, 'who the fuck knew？'
Same chick from the radio dial
Same one from the summer jam, gettin 'em wild
But now my niggaz it's a new day
Bk always like biggie doin 'jui-cy'
Iced out like david blaine
What's it all about baby it's, my, thang
17.Coast 2 Coast(Suavemente-Remix)
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