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50 Cent – That Aint Gangsta

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That Aint Gangsta’s Lyric

[Verse 1:]
How you gonna take this? like a Man or a b**ch?
you gon’ get it on nigga or you gon’ snitch?
I represent niggas in the hood gettin’ rich
man, I stack chips and I unload clips
after 3 Summers in the joint I thought life was hard
some niggas started fightin’, some niggas found God
you know me, started sellin’ leek in the yard
yo, I ran into niggas who used to have Hummers
big as Hell in the joint wearin’ ’86 numbers
damm Dog, you been in here that long?
you could think that, but say that and yo’ a*s is dead wrong
a convo is only three words, “yo whattup”
you ain’t gotta work out to leave this b**ch cut up
let a nigga find out you on some goin’ home s**t
and you tryin’ to bounce without payin’ a loan, s**t
some niggas beat cases on the strength of they cream
after the witnesses disappeared on the strength of they team
I’m hard as Hell to get along wit’ so it never fails
a nigga I got beef with end up in the same jail
he had a L rolled in bible paper blowin’ the lye
I sent him a little kite just to be blowin’ his high
and when I shot you in NewYork why would I box you now?
If I catch you in the yard I’m'a ox you down
niggas you think is real really can’t hold they own
I’ll have ‘em on some E.T. s**t tryin’ to phone home
in here a gemstar is like a Nine Milly chrome
it’s similar, infact they’ll both split ya dome
scars are souvenirs, niggas always take ‘em home.

[Chorus]
You got blown over the jack? (that ain’t gangsta)
Your Man ran when you got clapped? (that ain’t gangsta)
rockin’ a vest with no gat? (that ain’t gangsta)
you only a thug when you rap? (that ain’t gangsta)
niggas jooked you for your track? (that ain’t gangsta)
you ran to other thugs to get it back? (that ain’t gangsta)
niggas ran off with your packs? (that ain’t gangsta)
If you ain’t bustin’ ya gat (that ain’t gangsta)

[Verse 2:]
You’d call me an Animal if you seen me livin’ on lock
I stay in a box cats be shook when I’m visitin’ pop-ulation
when I walk by, niggas like “Fifty don’t play Son”
“yeah, somethin’ really wrong with that nigga…”
max out, I’m goin’ straight for the glock
bust a u-turn, I’m goin’ straight to the block
the things that’ll happen if niggas say I can’t eat
down goes the window….out goes the heat
I’ll make the whole block look like a f**kin’ trackmeet
some get it in the leg, some get it in the back
some get it in the foot, bleed all over their airmax
nigga pump my packs or pay poor tax
it’s extortion, it happens in the hood often
claim more lives than choices, free abortions
Rich Nice says I got a problem with the dice
’cause I put the title to the Benz on the line twice
I rock s**t ’cause I stay on that block s**t
that 9mm Ruger to your knot s**t
see the difference is I’m real and you not, kid
I still stash crack money in my sock, s**t
ya’ll niggas wanna pop s**t? I pop clips
leave with your blood on my mink in the drop Six
Guiliani and Pataki can’t stop this
since ’86 my whole clique pop Criss.

[Chorus]
5-5-1 BLLLAAAP BLLLAAAP!!
1-3-4 BLLLAAAP BLLLAAAP!!
What the f**k you know about that?

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50 Cent – Pimp

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Pimp’s Lyric

[Chorus]
I don’t know what you heard about me
But a b**ch can’t get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can’t see
That I’m a motherf**king P-I-M-P
[Repeat]

[Verse 1]
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her cause they wanna
I spit a little G man, and my game got her
A hour later, have that a*s up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the b**ch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, think she like me cause I’m from New York
I ain’t that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head
I’m that nigga trying to holla cause I want some bread
I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
B**ch hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid
Look baby this is simple, you can’t see
You f**king with me, you f**king with a P-I-M-P

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I’m bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me
If you f**king with me, I’m a P-I-M-P
Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy
Head full of hair, b**ch I’m a P-I-M-P
Come get money with me, if you curious to see
how it feels to be with a P-I-M-P
Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV
From the backseat of my V, I’m a P-I-M-P
Girl we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball
We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all
We could really splurge girl, and tear up the mall
If ever you needed someone, I’m the one you should call
I’ll be there to pick you up, if ever you should fall
If you got problems, I can solve’em, they big or they small
That other nigga you be with ain’t bout s**t
I’m your friend, your father, and confidant, B**CH

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I told you fools before, I stay with the tools
I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels
I holla at a hoe til I got a b**ch confused
She got on Payless, me I got on gator shoes
I’m shopping for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper
Man this hoe you can have her, when I’m done I ain’t gon keep her
Man, b**ches come and go, every nigga pimpin know
You saying it’s secret, but you ain’t gotta keep it on the low
B**ch choose with me, I’ll have you stripping in the street
Put my other hoes down, you get your a*s beat
Now Nik my bottom b**ch, she always come up with my bread
The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head
Get your hoe out of pocket, I’ll put a charge on a b**ch
Cause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the six
Hoe make a pimp rich, I ain’t paying b**ch
Catch a date, s**k a d**k, shiiit, TRICK

[Chorus]

Yeah, in Hollywoood they say there’s no b’ness like show b’ness
In the hood they say, there’s no b’ness like hoe b’ness ya know
They say I talk a lil fast, but if you listen a lil faster
I ain’t got to slow down for you to catch up, B**CH

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2 Pac – Dear Mama

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Dear Mama’s Lyric

You are appreciated

[Verse One: 2Pac]

When I was young me and my mama had beef
Seventeen years old kicked out on the streets
Though back at the time, I never thought I’d see her face
Ain’t a woman alive that could take my mama’s place
Suspended from school; and scared to go home, I was a fool
with the big boys, breakin all the rules
I shed tears with my baby sister
Over the years we was poorer than the other little kids
And even though we had different daddy’s, the same drama
When things went wrong we’d blame mama
I reminice on the stress I caused, it was hell
Huggin on my mama from a jail cell
And who’d think in elementary?
Heeey! I see the penitentiary, one day
And runnin from the police, that’s right
Mama catch me, put a whoopin to my backside
And even as a crack fiend, mama
You always was a black queen, mama
I finally understand
for a woman it ain’t easy tryin to raise a man
You always was committed
A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did it
There’s no way I can pay you back
But the plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated

[Chorus: Reggie Green & "Sweet Franklin" w/ 2Pac]

Lady…
Don’t cha know we love ya? Sweet lady
Dear mama
Place no one above ya, sweet lady
You are appreciated
Don’t cha know we love ya?

[second and third chorus, "And dear mama" instead of "Dear mama"]

[Verse Two: 2Pac]

Now ain’t nobody tell us it was fair
No love from my daddy cause the coward wasn’t there
He passed away and I didn’t cry, cause my anger
wouldn’t let me feel for a stranger
They say I’m wrong and I’m heartless, but all along
I was lookin for a father he was gone
I hung around with the Thugs, and even though they sold drugs
They showed a young brother love
I moved out and started really hangin
I needed money of my own so I started slangin
I ain’t guilty cause, even though I sell rocks
It feels good puttin money in your mailbox
I love payin rent when the rent’s due
I hope ya got the diamond necklace that I sent to you
Cause when I was low you was there for me
And never left me alone because you cared for me
And I could see you comin home after work late
You’re in the kitchen tryin to fix us a hot plate
Ya just workin with the scraps you was given
And mama made miracles every Thanksgivin
But now the road got rough, you’re alone
You’re tryin to raise two bad kids on your own
And there’s no way I can pay you back
But my plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: 2Pac]

Pour out some liquor and I reminsce, cause through the drama
I can always depend on my mama
And when it seems that I’m hopeless
You say the words that can get me back in focus
When I was sick as a little kid
To keep me happy there’s no limit to the things you did
And all my childhood memories
Are full of all the sweet things you did for me
And even though I act craaazy
I gotta thank the Lord that you made me
There are no words that can express how I feel
You never kept a secret, always stayed real
And I appreciate, how you raised me
And all the extra love that you gave me
I wish I could take the pain away
If you can make it through the night there’s a brighter day
Everything will be alright if ya hold on
It’s a struggle everyday, gotta roll on
And there’s no way I can pay you back
But my plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated

[Chorus]

Sweet lady
And dear mama

Dear mama
Lady [3X]

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1 Giant Leap – My Culture

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My Culture’s Lyric

Maxi Jazz:
When I look back over the years
at the things that brought tears to my eyes
papa said we have to be wise
to live long lives
now i recognise
what my father said before he dies
vocalise things I’ve left unsaid
left my spirit unfed for too long
Im coming home to my family
Where i can be strong
Be who I planned to be
Within me my ancestory
Givin me continuity
Would it be remiss to continue in this way
would you rather I quit
come with the other s**t
making people’s hips sway
lip service I pay but im nervous
i pray for all the mothers who get no sleep
like a lifeline I light lines cause my compassion is deep
for the people who fashioned me my soul to keep
and this is who i happen to be
and if I dont see that Im strong then I wont be
This is what my Daddy told me
I wished he would hold me
A little more
than he did
But he taught me my culture

And how to live positive
I never wanna shame
The blood in my veins and bring pain
to my sweet grandfathers face
in his resting place
I make haste to learn and not waste
everything my forefathers earned in tears
for my culture

Robbie:
Fall back again
Crawl from the warm water

Maxi Jazz:
for my culture

Robbie:
water to air
you’re on your feet again
your feet again.
Hello Dad, remember me?
Im the man you thought Id never be.
Im the boy who you reduced to tears
Dad Id been lonely for 27 years
Yeah, thats right my names Bob
Im the one who landed the popstars job
Im the one who you told : look, dont touch?
and the kid who wouldn’t amount to much.
I believe in the senses out of so

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