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Scarface Feat Jay-Z , Beanie Sigel & Kanye...

Scarface Ft Jay-Z , Beanie Sigel & Kanye West - Guess who's back The Fix album 2002

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Lupe Fiasco - The Cool - Little Weapon

Lupe Fiasco. Brilliant.

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Masta Ace - Born To Roll (Dirty) [ HQ ] ''...

From The 1993 Album Slaughtahouse, released May 4, 1993. This song, a bass-heavy remix for the single "Jeep Ass Niguh", became a hit in 1994, reaching the Top 25 on the Billboard Hot 100. *Audio with High Quality sound modified with Extra Thump For Your Trunk !* [ Lyrics ] Braniac, dumb-dumb, bust the scientifical Approach to the course and the force is centrifugal Can ya find ya way through the lyrics that be cathcin em Throw another rhyme across the room they be fetchin em And they take a loss, take a loss to the Master and I Throws crazy blows and they knows I be plasterin All across the room on the ceilings and the walls to Punk little suckers didn't know I had the gall to Come around they block with my cocked diesel system and Turn it up to 10 and then start to dis em and They didn't wanna battle if they did when they saw me They'd a open up they trunk but they try to ignore me Hey little suckers I know you hear me callin you Cause you wanted some but I see that you ougta do Frontin ain't no future and you're frontin so let's get I on Like Marvin Gaye, take the cash and siti it on the hood of ya wick-wack low-ridin Cadillac Back up ya boys and let's start the battle act like, ya know, the Masta Ace don't play when it come to my bass, aahhhh CHORUS: Check it out baby, check it out y'all I was born to roll (repeat several) Drivin down the block like what else should a brother do It's Saturday, it's Saturday, the heat might smother you Rollin down my windows yeah I have a air-conditioner But I got the sound I want the whole world to listen ta Waitin at a red light, Kentucky Fried Chicken in Low End Theory tape in, bass crazy kickin in See this Puerto Rican Latin Chico Rico Suave In a red Corolla eh yo does he wanna play Pullin up beside me, lookin like he want it Show me what ya got then watch me get up on it Holdin up traffic but we can't hear they horns Cause he music a grande yeah he got it goin on Bit I think I better school him cause he don't know the time So I'm turnin up the boom cause he cannot mess with mine Brothers hear me hittin from like 50 blocks away I Wanna turn they heads so you know I gotta play High decibels passin through a residential district See a few cuties and I turn it up like this quick Mira, mira man don't sleep, I got tha, I got tha, I got tha woofers in my Jeep Black boy, black boy turn that shit down You know that America don't wanna hear the sound Of the bass drum jungle music go back to Africa Nigga I'll arrest ya if ya holdin up trafffic I'll be damned if I listen, so cops save your breath and Write another ticket if ya have any left and I'm breakin ear drums while I'm breakin the law I'm disturbin all the peace cause Sister Souljah said war So catch me if ya can, if ya can here's a donut Cause once ya drive away, yo I'm gonna go nut And turn it up to where it was before nice try But ya can't stop the power of the bass in ya eye I wonder if I blasted a little Elvis Presley Would they pull me over and attempt to arrest me I really doubt doubt it, they probably start dancin Jumpin on my tip and pissin in they pants and Wigglin and jigglin and grabbin on they pelvis But you know my name so you never hear no Elvis Strictly the hardcore dirty street level hits God's on my side so watch what the devil gets Positivity hittin 50 levels deep Comin out, they comin out the woofers in my Jeep CHORUS

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Nature - Remember

"Yo Nate, shit is crazy, I shook hands with mad dead niggas yo, all the niggas that used to be on the block, Ill Will, Marty, Black Ed, yo Son, mad niggas is gone, rest in peace though." Verse 1: Fifty-Two blocks, Gazelle frames bald heads and heavy chains somehow caught in the game back in '83, before cable TV when these so called thug niggas played in the street I used to hear the stories live niggas here before me like the Rich Porters, the Fat Cats, the Pauly's outlaw league, from the street to the Pen eyes glossy, niggas only speak when they bent off the perfect mixture forcin' down herbs and liquor only hot slugs 'll hurt ya quicker think it out and elevate, I gave years to the state as a 92-R-7478, it set me straight the changing of a stubborn cat the one that used to hustle on the block mad hard and loved to rap in goose down coats and wool hats, the youth in me I guess life on the streets ain't what it used to be. Chorus I remember! (echo) When niggas used to live it up, live it up flashin' dough all night I remember! (echo) when niggas didn't give a fuck, gettin' drunk shootin' guns all night. Verse 2: Straight shots of Hen with no chaser mo' paper, stubborn, hard headed like Joe Frazier the Gremlins, the pack that I come with keep gats by the stomach act up and stack hundreds niggas don't want it, see me I be the ring leader, Lion tamer do the bankhead and Macarena a black entertainer, bottom line ya'll niggas know who got the hottest rhymes face it, I got the whole globe on some Nate shit straight from the corners to the covers of the latest Rap Pages turn the Projects to black Vegas Don Kingin' niggas, make 'em sign blank papers It's the American way, do my enemies pray or is it just me? hustlin', hopin' the fiends trust me talkin' to us, hold up, let me walk you through this wannabe pimps, hoes, often shooters niggas need to know what the truth is fuck the sarcasm I miss my nigga Mark but God has 'em when I see his flics I start spazzin' I learned to let it go but I guess livin' this life a nigga never know. Chorus Verse 3: I used to love Starters, thug garments boppin' into Spofford, R.O.R. on drug charges writin' on walls, florescent markers and krylon savin' my loot to buy a firearm broken safety, borough hall and Jay street hopped the train not knowin' that a fall awaits me problems came when I started slingin' late night I hear revolvers ringin' the echos cause cops to start Rodney Kingin' many riots, is there any silence? everybody sipped Henny, hustled with many clients growin' up on the same block my Pops was raised rocked waves, blend tapes playin' on hot days brought the speakers out police made us put the wrieffer out peep it, I was too young to leave the house I'm tryin' to see the World, runnin' the streets without a care I remember it well 'cause I was there. Chorus

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Field Mob - Project Dreamz

Music video by Field Mob performing Project Dreamz. (C) 2000 Geffen Records

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