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Beanie Siegel feat. Freeway - Rock The Mic (Remix)
(Courtesy of The Original Hip-Hop Lyrics Archive)

Black Rob - Whoa
(Courtesy of The Original Hip-Hop Lyrics Archive)

Eminem - Without Me
(Courtesy of The Original Hip-Hop Lyrics Archive)

Fat Joe feat. Ashanti - What's Luv?
(Courtesy of The Original Hip-Hop Lyrics Archive)

Nelly - Hot In Herre
(Courtesy of The Original Hip-Hop Lyrics Archive)

Notorious BIG - Juicy
(Courtesy of The Original Hip-Hop Lyrics Archive)

Beanie Siegel feat. Freeway - Rock The Mic (Remix)
You know we hadda do a remix right?
Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!
All you Young Gunnerz!
Hey Just, this the one right here baby!
I told you dawg!

Its B Sig in the place with State P
and we got what it takes to rock the mic right Yeah!
Still watch what you say to B. Sig
cause I still will knock your a** the f**k out

I bring the hood when I'm travelin'
Scrap backwoods unravelin
Scrap smoke good when we travelin'
Forget the Mac's cause the K's fit good in the Caravan
I clap up your hood like the hammer man
Bring your gat, better bust it if you get that close
Scared to clap better strap your folks (strap...your...folks)
Who want beef with State P...
Enemies try to speak to me
Negative they don't get that close

Its Free, listen
Blow trees with Mac Mittens
(No we didn't) Yes we did!
(Switch beginnings) Smith and Wesson precision
Bring the broads down with ribbons
(Leave a mess in your crib)
Not a brave ni**a?
(F**kin with some made ni**as)
Hit him with the AK ni**a
(Free no you didn't)
Yes I did
Overpayed s**t? Wait a minute...
When this fakin, snatch the cake up out his crib
(Then slide, uh)
I'm like the baker with your pies
(Then rise)
Set up shop and distribute where you live
It's Freeway in the place with my squad
and we got what it takes to DUMP the K
FLIP your ride!

(Chorus 1)
Its B Sig in the place with State P
and I got what it takes to rock the mic right Yeah!
Still watch what you say to Young Free
cause 50 shots still will turn the club out

(Chorus 2)
Its Freeway in the place with State P
and we got what it takes to the rock the mic right Yeah!
Still watch what you say to B Sig
cause we got what it takes to dump the D-E

(Chorus 3)
Its Nelly in the place with Murph Lee
and I got what it takes to rock the mic right Yeah!
You better watch what you say around here
cause there's somethin' on my waste to make the whole place break
(Chorus 4)
Its Murph dun in the place with Nelly
and I got what it takes to rock the mic right Yeah!
You better watch what you say to my face
cause I got what it takes to shake the whole place

Murphy Lee's eighteen entertainin 'em
Twenty-one when I'm clubbin it
Fake ID for the f**k of it
I'm just a school boy, somewhat new boy
If you can't get Nelly you'a settle for who boy?
Two toy carrier, two stashes
One truck that seats six a**es
Swing through to refuse the masses
Remove glasses, blow smoke up in my ashes
I used to drive my mama stuff
Now the school boy puttin twenty's on the bom bom(?) truck
I make rappers go back to the block
They be like "maybe I was better off selling rocks"
I'm Murphey Lee in the place to be punk
and I got enough skunk to fill the whole blunt
I take trips with chumps up in my trunk
and I take 'em real far to a safe place to dump

Down down, I'm witcha dirty go head and lay down
Finance a pay-down, heard what I said now?
See how I proceed with caution
My whip crack fast all you ni**as is horses
Randy Moss', I play when I wanna
Nut check, gut check, cause I say what I wanna
Around six in the six with the throwback
Sixers, number six Julius Irv'
Cris and the herb, make it hard to swerve
Throw your hands up; if you didn't bang your rim on the curb
You couldn't hit while you was makin a turn
I strike a nerve and old MC's wantin a comeback
I got respect but it's lost and that's a fact
Like K - "Know" one here even said your name
R - You really feelin guilty bout somethin mayn
S - Sad to see you really just want just
One - more hit please please!
You the first old man who should get a rapper's pension
No we ain't system call this mic invention
Snitchin? Matter fact stay the fuck out the kitchen
Nelly cookin with too many dimensions
Mid west, and we aim about mid chest
Duked on my side, too many in my tribe
Coupe outside who the f**k want a ride?

(Chorus 3)
(Chorus 2)

All a y'all need to one yo self
Go get the burner ni**a clap yo-self!
All a y'all need to one yo self
Go get the burner ni**a clap yo-self!
Yeah! Its the, its the Roc ni**a
Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!
And another one...

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Black Rob - Woah!
Yo I'm gettin ready to put y'all up on somethin man
(What's goin on yo)
Yo, when you see somethin ill (uh-huh)
Knahmean? That s**t is WHOA (that's what whoa means)
Anything ill you see is WHOA (uh-huh)
Ni**a have a big 6 at the curb that's WHOA (okay?)
Especially if he got the fully equipped kit on it; it's WHOA
Like youknowhatImean? Like yo..

I had this bad b**ch Uptown, she was WHOA!
Had me f**ked up in the head I mean WHOA!
Bought the b**ch diamonds and pearls I mean WHOA!
Shoulda seen them sh**s shinin on her wrist, WHOA!
Now money ain't a problem, see my dough is like WHOA!
Pulled out my bankroll on y'all ni**as like WHOA!
Floss the blue shrimp from two-tenth like WHOA!
Fa**ot wanna peep my blueprints, I'm like WHOA!
Had to hit the brakes on y'all ni**as like WHOA!
Ni**as gettin pulled on my block like WHOA!
Comin home within a half an hour like WHOA!
Frontin like they had the manpower like WHOA! More or less
More or so, I'll rip your torso
I live the fast life, come through in the Porshe slow like WHOA!
My ni**as - like dough, light 'dro
Nitro, might flow, nice clothes like WHOA!

{*inhales through nose*} Ease pain with cocaine like WHOA!
Now I'm Doc Strange in the Range like WHOA! (They don't know me)
Hundred miles an hour, switchin lanes like WHOA!
Plus I'm gettin brain from this chick like WHOA!
Finger near a ni**a a**hole like WHOA!
Scene floss riches and b**ches like WHOA!
Nine-nine Jag Benz Coupe like WHOA!
Keep them cheese lines on youe blocks like WHOA!
Grenade through your window bitch, like WHOA!
Love to see me do this s**t, like WHOA!
Ni**as put me through this s**t, like WHOA!
So I'ma go toe to toe, blow for blow like WHOA!
and rip your torso
Live the fast life, come through in the Porshe slow like WHOA!
My ni**as - like dough, light 'dro
Nitro, might flow, nice clothes like WHOA!

We bag it, then flip it like WHOA!
Cars we jack it then strip it like WHOA!
Fully equip it, front to back, like WHOA!
Spittin on fiends that come for crack like WHOA!
Askin for shorts and s**t ni**a like WHOA!
Half on his krunk, now ni**a that's WHOA!
Flow so properly you'll see I'm WHOA!
Ain't no stoppin me, I'm deep like WHOA!
Guns be poppin B, we creep like WHOA!
Hear my name in these streets it's like WHOA!
Must I pound the concrete like WHOA!
Fill his b**ch a**, head to feet like WHOA!
Your man ain't WHOA! The judge ain't WHOA!
C.O.'s ain't WHOA! P.O.'s ain't WHOA!
Play y'allself I get the G.I. Joe
D-I-C, K riders ain't WHOA!
I'll rip your torso
Live the fast life, come through in the Porshe slow like WHOA!
My ni**as - like dough, light 'dro
Nitro, might flow, nice clothes like WHOA!

Ni**as gettin money in VA is WHOA!
Honies lookin right in ATL is WHOA!
Ni**as pimpin h**s in Chi-Town is WHOA!
B**ches takin paper in L.A. is WHOA!
Ni**as stacking dough in D.C. is WHOA!
P.R. D.R. hold me down like WHOA!
Ballers in Detroit hold me down like WHOA!
Ni**az in New Orleans gettin money is WHOA!
Boston and Jersey, muh'f**kers is WHOA!
Florida niggaz and Philly ni**as is WHOA!
Tampa and Texas, Cleveland is WHOA!
Memphis and Lil' Rock, my ni**as is WHOA!
Panama ni**as they hold me down like WHOA!
My New York peoples they hold me down like WHOA!
Bad Boy ni**a, word is bond we WHOA!
Alumni b**ches, word is bond we WHOA!

N.C, S.C., motherf**kers is WHOA!
My ni**a Buckwild, word is bond he WHOA!
Uhh.. and that's just how the story go..

And whoever I forgot on this s**t is, WHOA!
Aww man, WHOA!
Eighth street, Life Stories (WHOA!)
P.D.P.R., that ni**a..
The beat I got from big Buckwild is WHOA!
That ni**a Black Rob on the mic is WHOA!
My whole f*kin' flow on the mic is WHOA!

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Eminem - Without Me
Obie Trice, real name no gimmicks

Two trailer park girls go round the outside
round the outside, round the outside
Two trailer park girls go round the outside
round the outside, round the outside

Guess who's back
Back again
Shady's back
Tell a friend
Guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back
guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back..

I've created a monster, cause nobody wants to see Marshall no more
They want Shady, I'm chopped liver (huh?)
Well if you want Shady, this is what I'll give ya
A little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor
Some vodka that'll jump start my heart quicker
than a shock when I get shocked at the hospital
by the doctor when I'm not co-operating
When I'm rockin the table while he's operating (hey!!)
You waited this long, now stop debating
Cause I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovu-lating
I know that you got a job Ms. Cheney
but your husband's heart problem's complicating
So the FCC won't let me be
or let me be me, so let me see
They try to shut me down on MTV
But it feels so empty, without me
So, come on and dip, bum on your lips
Fuck that, cum on your lips, and some on your tits
And get ready, cause this s**t's about to get heavy
I just settled all my lawsuits, F**K YOU DEBBIE!

(Chorus)
Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just follow me
Cause we need a little, controversy
Cause it feels so empty, without me
I said this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just follow me
Cause we need a little, controversy
Cause it feels so empty, without me

Little Hellions, kids feelin rebellious
Embarrassed their parents still listen to Elvis
They start feelin like prisoners helpless
'til someone comes along on a mission and yells B**CH!!!
A visionary, vision of scary
Could start a revolution, pollutin the airwaves
A rebel, so just let me revel and bask
in the fact that I got everyone kissin my a**
And it's a disaster, such a catastrophe
for you to see so damn much of my ass; you asked for me?
Well I'm back, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Fix your bent antenna tune it in and then I'm gonna
enter in, endin' up under your skin like a splinter
The center of attention, back for the winter
I'm interesting, the best thing since wrestling
Infesting in your kid's ears and nesting
Testing, attention please
Feel the tension, soon as someone mentions me
Here's my ten cents, my two cents is free
A nuisance, who sent? You sent for me?

(Chorus)

A-tisket a-tasket, I go tit for tat with
anybody who's talkin this shit, that shit
Chris Kirkpatrick, you can get your a** kicked
worse than them little Limp Bizkit b**tards
And Moby? You can get stomped by Obie
You thirty-six year old baldheaded f**, blow me
You don't know me, you're too old, let go
It's over, nobody listen to techno
Now let's go, just gimme the signal
I'll be there with a whole list full of new insults
I been dope, suspenseful with a pencil
ever since Prince turned himself into a symbol
But sometimes the s**t just seems
everybody only wants to discuss me
So this must mean I'm dis-gus-ting
But it's just me, I'm just obscene
No I'm not the first king of controversy
I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley
to do black music so selfishly
and used it to get myself wealthy
(Hey!!) There's a concept that works
Twenty million other white rappers emerge
But no matter how many fish in the sea
It'll be so empty, without me

(Chorus)

Kids!

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Fat Joe feat. Ashanti - What's Luv?
Put the f**kin mic on..
Mic is on? Joe Crack the Don, uh!
Uh.. Irv Gotti!

What's love?

Ashanti, Terror.. Terror Squad
It should be about us, be about trust

What's love? (Got to do, got to do with it, babe)
What's love? It's about us, it's about trust babe
What's love? (Got to do, got to do with it, babe)
What's love? It should be about us, it should be about trust babe
What's love?

Yeah, uh, uh, uh
Woo! Yeah, slow down baby
Let you know from the gate I don't go down lady
I wanna chick with thick hips that licks her lips
She can be the office type or like to strip
Girl you get me aroused how you look in my eye
But you talk too much, man you're ruinin my high
Don't wanna lose the feelin cause, the roof is chillin
It's on fire and you lookin good for the gettin
I'ma, rider, whether in a hoodie or a linen
A provider; you should see the jewelery on my women
And I'm, livin it up, the Squad stay fillin the truck
With chicks that's willin to triz with us, uh
You say you gotta man and you're in love
But what's love gotta do with a little menage?
After the par-tay, me and you
Could just slide for a few and she could come too
That's love!

(Chorus)

Yeah, uh - yeah.. yo, uh, yo
Mami I know you got issues; you gotta man
but you need to understand that you got somethin with you
A** is fat, frame is little
Tattoo on your chest with his name in the middle, uh
I'm not a hater I just crush a lot
And the way you shake your booty I don't want you to stop
You need to come a little closer.. (come a little closer)
And let me put you, under my arms like a Don is supposed ta
Please believe, you leave with me
We be freakin all night like we was on E
You need to trust the God and jump in the car
For a little heartache at the Taj Mahal
What's love?

(Chorus)

Yeah, uh, yo
Yo I stroll in the club with my hat down
Michael Jack style, hot steppin who the mack now?
Not my fault cause they love the kid
Might be the chain or the whip, I don't know what it is
We just party and bulls**t; c'mon mami
put your body in motion, you got a ni**a open
You came here with the heart to cheat
So you need to sing the song with me
All my ladies come on

When I look in your eyes there's no stoppin me
I want the Don Joey Crack on top of me (uh-huh)
Don't want your stacks just break my back (yea)
Gonna cut you no slack, cause I'm on it like that (uh, woo, uh)
Come on (yea yea y'all)
and put it all (yea yea y'all) on me (put it on ya girl)
on me (I'ma put it on ya girl)

([Chorus) - repeat 2X

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Notorious BIG - Juicy
(F**k all you h**s) Get a grip motherf**ker.

Yeah, this album is dedicated to all the teachers that told me
I'd never amount to nothin', to all the people that lived above the
buildings that I was hustlin' in front of that called the police on
me when I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughters,
and all the ni**as in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'?

Uh-ha, it's all good baby bay-bee, uh

It was all a dream
I used to read Word Up magazine
Salt'n'Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped
Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock
Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack
With the hat to match
Remember Rappin' Duke, duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that hip hop would take it this far
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky
I'm blowin' up like you thought I would
Call the crib, same number same hood
It's all good

Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, ni**a, uh

(Chorus)
You know very well who you are
Don't let em hold you down, reach for the stars
You had a go, but not that many
'cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty

I made the change from a common thief
To up close and personal with Robin Leach
And I'm far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day
Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way
The Moet and Alize keep me pissy
Girls used to diss me
Now they write letters 'cause they miss me
I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff
I was too used to packin' gats and stuff
Now honies play me close like butter played toast
From the Mississippi down to the east coast
Condos in Queens, indo for weeks
Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' 5 karats in my baby girl's ears
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school
Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood
And it's still all good

Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, ni**a

Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
When I was dead broke, man I couldn't picture this
50 inch screen, money green leather sofa
Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur
Phone bill about two G's flat
No need to worry, my accountant handles that
And my whole crew is loungin'
Celebratin' every day, no more public housin'
Thinkin' back on my one-room shack
Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back
And she loves to show me off, of course
Smiles every time my face is up in The Source
We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us
No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us
Birthdays was the worst days
Now we sip champagne when we thirst-ay
Uh, damn right I like the life I live
'Cause I went from negative to positive
And it's all...

(It's all good)

...and if you don't know, now you know, ni**a, uh
Uh, uh...and if you don't know, now you know, ni**a
Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, ni**a, uh

Representin' B-Town in the house, Junior Mafia, mad flavor, uh
Uh, yeah, a-ight

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Hot in... so hot in herre! So hot in... hot - OH!
With a little bit of, uh uh; and a little bit of, uh uh
Just a little bit of.. {*beat*}; just a little bit of.. {*beat*}
Just a little bit of.. {*beat*}; just a little bit of.. {*beat*}

I was like, good gracious - ass is bodacious (uhh)
Flirtacious, tryin to show patience
I'm waitin for the right time to shoot my steez (you know)
Waitin for the right time to flash them ki's, then uhh
I'm leavin, please believin - ohhh!
Me and the rest of my heathens
Check it, got it locked at the top of the Fo' Seasons
Penthouse, roof top, birds I feedin
No deceivin, nuttin up my sleeve and
no teasin.. I need you to
Get up up on the dance floor
Give that man what he askin for
Cause I feel like bustin loose
and I feel like touchin you, uh uh
And can't nobody stop the juice
So baby tell me what's the use? I said

(Chorus)
It's gettin hot in herre (so hot), so take off all your clothes
I am - gettin so hot, I wanna take my clothes off
It's gettin hot in herre (so hot), so take off all your clothes
I am - gettin so hot, I wanna take my clothes off

Uh, uh, uh - let it hang alll out!

Why you at the bar if you ain't poppin the bottles? (c'mon)
What good is all the fame if you ain't fuckin the models
I see you drivin, sports cars, ain't hittin the throttle
And I'll be down to do a hundred, top down and goggles
Got off the freeway, exit 106 and "Park"ed it
Ash tray, flip gate, time to spark it
Gucci collar for dollar, got out and walked it
I spit game cause baby I can't talk it
Warm, sweatin, it's hot up in this joint
Vokal tanktop, on at this point
You with a winner so baby you can't loose
I got secrets can't leave Cancun
So take it off like your home alone
You know dance in front your mirror while you're on the phone
Checkin your reflection and tellin your best friend
like "Girl I think my butt gettin big!"

(Chorus)

(Let it hang all out)
Mix a little bit of ah, ah
With a little bit of ah, ah
(Let it just fall out)
Give a little bit of ah, ah
With a little bit of ah, ah
(Let it hang all out)
With a little bit of ah, ah
And a sprinkle of that ah, ah
(Let it just fall out)
I like it when ya ah, ah
Girl, baby make it ah, ah

Stop pacin, time wastin
I gotta a friend with a pole in the basement (what?)
I'm just kiddin like Jason (oh)
Unless you gon' do it
Extra, extra - eh, spread the news (check it)
Nelly took a trip from the Lou' to the Neptunes
Came back with somethin thicker than fittin in Sasoons
Say she got a thing about cuttin in restrooms - ohhhhh!

(Chorus) - repeat 2X

(Let it hang all out)
Mix a little bit of ah, ah
With a little bit of ah, ah
(Let it just fall out)
Give a little bit of ah, ah
With a little bit of ah, ah
(Let it hang all out)
With a little bit of ah, ah
And a sprinkle of that ah, ah
(Let it just fall out)
I like it when ya ah, ah
Girl, baby make it ah, ah... ohhh!

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