Lil Boosie - Playa Hate
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Bone Thugs-N-Harmony - Hatin Nation
[Krayzie] Playa playa playa (hate me, hate me) Playa playa playa (like you do on me) Playa playa playa (hate me, hate me) Playa playa playa (like you do on me) Playa hata (hata hata) we know very well Playa hata (hata hata) who you are (are) Playa hata (hata hata) don't let 'em smoke...
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My Drunk Kitchen Special: Burning Man
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Mac Dre- It's Raining Game
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Quad Jump 159'
Kolton Bender Jumps 159' dirt to dirt on his quad, attempting to break the world record, the day before this was filmed he flat landed 172' breaking the right axle half. he is neary 16, he can easily land 180-200+ if he had more of an area to build a bigger land/deceleration zone. Watch and like it, he's got talent. don't hate the playa, hate the game.
My Dougie Dance
Lol@me doing da Dougie Dance folks. Dont hate da playa, hate da Game...NIGGA!
Tupac - Holla At Me
Holla At Me Lyrics - (Niggas out there jelous cuz we be bailin' with Death Row They try to playa hate but they can't fade us tho' We be mobbin' through tha neigborhood Yeah with that funky sound *so funky* we be throwin' down) This goes out to you playa you know...you know who you are [Chorus: repeat 3X] Gotta be carefull, can't let tha evil of tha money trap me So when ya see me nigga Ya better Holla at me [Verse One: 2Pac] Are you confused ? You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes of a nigga who don't have a thing to loose When me and you was homies no one informed me it was all a scheme You infiltrated my team and sold a niggas dreams how could you do me like that ? I took ya family in I put some cash in ya pocket made you a man again and now you let tha fear put your ass in a place complicated to escape It's a fools fate without your word your a shell of a man I lost respect for you nigga we can never be friends I know i'm runnin' through your head now what could you do ? If it was up to you i'd be dead now I let tha world know nigga you a coward You could never be live until you die see tha mothafucken bitch in your eye Type of Nigga, that let tha evil of tha money trap me when ya see me nigga ya better holla at me (holla at me) can't let tha evil of tha money trap me So when ya see me nigga Ya better Holla at me [Chorus: 2Pac] (You better beware where you lay We better not find where you stay) So I gotta be carefull, can't let tha evil of tha money <b>...</b>
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16 - Twiztid - Frankenstein (The Green Book)
16 - Twiztid - Frankenstein (The Green Book) Frankenstein! [Chorus] I'm not a clone, I'm a frankenstein Created through the visions of a mastamind This face, this soul, this rhyme is mine But ya'll don't notice Frankenstein! [Madrox] So what if I use jumper cables to kick start this retard And his brother in this music game of street smarts? Bitch, we been doing this since '93 10 years in this so called industry What I see is so many stars sucking dick What we be is something that's truly flipping the script What ya'll know is only what they provide you with A song is a song even if you call it a hit My face is my property, painted up or not Wearing a mask, whatever I have or have not We come as an extension of who I be, ain't nobody writing raps for me And basically we put in mad work for the little that we've obtained Ain't no plaques covering my wall with my name But my ever growing family is spreading in mass Enough to scare the shit out of your playa hating ass And you still wanna call me a clone? [Electricity buzzing] "We've finally done it..." [Chorus x2] I'm not a clone, I'm a frankenstein Created through the visions of a mastamind This face, this soul, this rhyme is mine But ya'll don't notice Frankenstein! [Monoxide] People, the panic's kinda wide spread I'm shedding skins like chameleons just to keep up my disguises Now I'm hearing that this is the only reason that the people play me But they really hate me when my make-up's off You sound soft, goo And I'ma put <b>...</b>
How to Play ~ Thizzle Dance ~ Mac Dre
For free download of .pdf with the letter notes, bass progression, & lyrics, go to: www.letternoteplayer.com Demonstrates how to play the notes for "Thizzle Dance" by rapper, Mac Dre. For free download of pdf with the piano notes & bass progression go to: www.letternoteplayer.com Also - follow me on Twitter - LtrNotePlayer - receive tweets whenever I upload a new video.
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DEAD PREZ - HIP HOP
DEAD PREZ - HIP HOP Uh, Uh, Uh, 1, 2, 1, 2 Uh, Uh, 1, 2, 1, 2, uh, uh All my dogs hook; It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop Uh, one thing 'bout music, when it hit you feel no pain white folks says it controls your brain I know better than that, that's game and we ready for that Two soldiers head of the pack, matter of fact who got the gat? And where my army at? Rather attack and not react Back the beats, it don't reflect on how many records get sold On sex, drugs, and rock and roll, whether your project's put on hold In the real world, these just people with ideas They just like me and you when the smoke and camera disappear Again the real world (world), it's bigger than all these fake ass records When poor folks got the millions and my woman's disrespected If you check 1,2, my word of advice to you is just relax Just do what you got to do, if that don't work then kick the facts If you a fighter, rider, ?bout'er?, flame ignitor, crowd exciter Or you wanna just get high, then just say it But then if you a liar-liar, pants on fire, wolf-cry agent with a wire I'm gonna know it when I play it hook; Uh, who shot Biggie Smalls? If we don't get them, they gonna get us all I'm down for runnin' up on them crackers in they city hall We ride for y'all, all my dogs stay real Nigga don't think these record deals gonna feed your seeds And pay your bills because they not MC's get a little bit of love and think they hot <b>...</b>
DEAD PREZ - Hip-Hop (+LYRICS and Official Video)
Stic Man and M1 from Dead Prez brought this Hip-Hop anthem out to the masses back in 2000. For me this was the last Real Hip-Hop release. Uh, uh, uh, 1, 2, 1, 2 Uh, uh, 1, 2, 1, 2, uh, uh All my dogs (CHORUS) Its bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip Its bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop Uh, one thing bout music, when it hit you feel no pain White folks say it controls your brain I know better than that, thats game and we ready for that Two soldiers head of the pack, matter of fact who got the (gat)? And where my army at? Rather attack and not react Back the beats, it dont reflect on how many records get sold On sex, drugs, and rock and roll, whether your projects put on hold In the real world, these just people with ideas They just like me and you when the smoke and camera disappear Again the real world (world), its bigger than all these fake (ass) records When poor folks got the millions and my womans disrespected If you check 1,2, my word of advice to you is just relax Just do what you got to do, if that dont work then kick the facts If you a fighter, rider, ? bouter? , flame ignitor, crowd exciter Or you wanna just get high, then just say it But then if you a liar-liar, pants on fire, wolf-cry agent with a wire Im gonna know it when I play it (CHORUS) Uh, who shot Biggie Smalls? If we dont get them, they gonna get us all Im down for runnin up on them (crackers) in they city hall We ride for y'all, all my dogs stay real Don't think these record deals <b>...</b>
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Bone Thugs N Harmony - Mo Murda (Video Edit)
Bone Thugs N Harmony - Mo Murda (Video Edit) Lyrics: [Hook:] Mo murda mo murda Come come again [Repeat 8x] [Verse 1: Krayzie Bone] Dear Mr.Ouija, Let 'em know who the boss is So nigga you wanna get tossed in the river? Nigga, put 'em in the mud see them pump blood, nigga no love, Me show 'em the Bone when I grab that chrome, Gotta haunt that dome, Folla me roll stroll down East 1999 Gotta find these row hoes, Nigga if you woke up and all of a sudden Nigga you was off inna my hood? I'm a, real thuggish nigga, So a, I would have to kill ya so die, Popped off to the coffin, Pick up my pump dump chumps in the gutter pain, Nigga got ta fucked up bang Taking no shorts so fuck ya man, Claim my thang to slang them bloody bodies, Kill 'em all, send them hoes up in flames Krayzie insane to the brain, Hey we slay niggas who think we play, Nigga, me deadly wid the gun, Machete be dipped in rum, Runnin' wid the gun steady buckin' Leavin' them bodies dumped off in the alley for dead, I'm near, kill 'em all, mo' murda mo' murda That's what Ouija said, Gotta put one in ya head, Bang, We coming to serve ya, Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda [Hook] [Verse 2: Layzie Bone] Will I die of murda bloody mo murda, Living in the Land of the Heartless comin' up daily? Until a me murda them all, I'm never gon' fall So I'ma murda them baby Get 'em up wid me thugs, See 'em on the corner and they slangin' them drugs Givin' up shots out to the glock glock Eighty eight to the ten <b>...</b>
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Krayzie Bone - Mo' Murder
Kill'em all, kill'em all, kill'em all, dey die, dey die, dey die, Dey die (repeat) they wanna see tha bone gone, they wanna see tha Bone gone they wanna see tha bone gone, they wanna see tha bone Long gone (repeat) murda, bloody murda (repeat 3x) (it's ya nigga) it's ya nigga leather face so murda's on until tha Break of dawn. tha yellin, tha screamin, it's krayzie, that's my Name, that's my name, that's my name. makin mothafuckaz feel fa Pain. time to die, call doe with mista sawed off leather face, wit Ah hell of ah day. is he real, is he real nigga, tell me, is he Real, could ya pull it in spray. this mo' thug organization, we Causin much destruction, destruction, destruction. listen to tha Sound of me 12 guage eruption, eruption, eruption Krayzie in tha backround (shit, nigga, i know i'm tired ah these Hoe ass niggaz be puttin our name in their mothafuckin mouth, Nigga. yall mothafuckaz don't know us nigga, what tha fuck. nah Mean? where tha fuck do you know me from nigga. you in this Mothafuckin bone thugs nigga. straight from cleveland, nigga, Ain't sayin nothin about you hoe ass niggaz. you mothafuckaz Runnin around here puttin yo name where yall mothafuckaz went, that Shit is strain, nigga. we ain't gon' say nothin to you bitch ass Niggaz. we just gon' see you mothafuckaz on tha streets and it's On. yall mothafuckaz can't playa hate and dance to tha mothafuckin Beat, nigga, you think you thug. ain't no mothafuckin shakin Hands, nigga, when we see you it's on. ain <b>...</b>
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Eminem - Hail Mary (With Lyrics)
[Eminem] Makaveli rest in peace Irv Gotti, too much Bacardi in his body Mouth like a .12 gauge shotti [2x] Come get me If you mothafuckers want Shady If Pac was still here now, He would never ride with Ja, na na na na na na na na [Eminem] You ain't no killa, you a pussy That exstacy dun' got you all emotional and moushy Bitches wearin rags in photos, Ja's words bein quoted In the SOURCE, stealin 'Pac's shit like he just wrote it You loud mouth, pray to God, hopin no one's listenin See 50 comin for me, Oh my God my, my position No one will pay attention To me, please Gotti, here I go Gimme this pill, exstacy dun' got me feelin so Invincible Now all of a sudden I'm a fuckin mad man who screams Like I'm 'Pac but I'm not, enemies, Hennesy Actin like I'm great, but I'm fake, I'm CRAZY Sweat drip, get me off this trip, someone stop this train Some say my brain is all corrupted, fucked from this shit I'm stuck, I'm addicted to these drugs, I'ma quit Sayin mothafucka's name's before somebody fucks me up Ain't no pussies over here, partner, see you hell, fucker [Eminem Sings] Come get me Motherfucker, If you want Shady If Pac was still here now, He would never ride with Ja Na, na, na, na ,na, na, na, na Get off that E Before you try to come and fuck with me It's Aftermath here now Shady Records got it locked La, la, la, la , la, la, la, la [50 Cent] Penatenturies is packed with promise makers Never realized the precious time them bitch niggas is wastin Insitutionalize, my bitches <b>...</b>
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Eminem - Hail Mary
Chipmunk version on my profile! ::LYRICS:: Chris Laddie: Eyo this is Chris Laddie fuck u Irv Gotti no sublimentals hollerin' in da back we heard u yo this is Chris Laddie wit my man Kay slay fuck u Gotti Eminem: Makaveli rest in peace Irv Gotti to much bacardi in his body mouth like a 12 gauge shotti Come get me Muthafuckas if u want shady if Pac was still here now He would never ride wit JA Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na naaaaaaaa Chorus 2X) U ain't no killa ua pussy, dat ecstasy done got u all emotinal and mushy Bitches wearin rags in photos, Jas words being quoted in da source stealin' Pac shit like he just wrote U loud mouth pray to god hopin' no1's listenin see 50 comin for me, oh my god ma my position no1 to pay attention to me Please Gotti here I go give me dis pill , ecstacy done got me feelin' so invince-Ible Now all of a sudden i'm fuckin' mad man who screams, like i'm Pac but i'm not enemies Hennessey Actin like i'm great but i'm fake i'm crazy sweat drip get me off dis trip some1 stop dis train Some say my brain is all corrupted fucked from dis shit, im stuck i'm addicted to these drugs ima quit Sayin muthafuckas names b4 somebody fucks me up ain't no pussies ova here partna se u in hell fucker Come get me Muthafuckas if u want shady If Pac was still here now He would never ride wit JA Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na naaaaaaaa Get off dat E, before u try and come and fuck wit me Its aftermath here now shady records got it locked Na Na Na Na naaaaaaaaa 50 cent 10 <b>...</b>
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tobyMac-LoudNClear (TruDog '10)
LYRICS: Yeah! truDeezy With the two thousand and tweezy To all you playa haters Hate the playa, not the game, baby Uh, we goin' put it on ya Make it loud n clear All of my shorties Whether far or near Since the last (truDog) It's been three long years So we goin' make it loud We goin' make it loud n clear I'm goin' make it clearer Than a Southern California day And even louder 'Cause the song I sing will never fade You really thought that TRU TO DOG was ending? Listen, homie, you don't even know me This is just beginnin' Ten-year veteran Servin' up the medicine I rock a mic You rock a trike Oops! Your diaper's wet again Uh! 'Stop Truey! (what!) I wear Pull-Ups, and I'm tellin'! Daddy!' we goin' put it on ya Make it loud n clear All of my shorties Whether far or near Since the last (truDog) It's been three long years So we goin' make it loud We goin' make it loud n clear we goin' put it on ya Make it loud n clear All of God's soldiers Whether far or near Since the last (truDog) It's been three long years So we goin' make it loud We goin' make it loud n clear Truett!' 'Dad, he's the one that wanted to have a freestyle battle.' 'Truett, he's three-years-old.' Well maybe thats why he got served. And for the record it's dont hate the player hate the game.
