Fri, 03 Apr 2026 19:44:25 +0200 https://hearthis.at/wonderboy-i8/ en-EN contact@hearthis.at contact@hearthis.at https://hearthis.at/wonderboy-i8/ https://img.hearthis.at/0/0/5/_/uploads/4209324/image_user/w1400_h1400_q70_ptrue_v2_----cropped_08a07e5e8f94b8359c2d29499852bbddavatars-000110637277-ur5pmi-t500x500.jpg no no https://hearthis.at/wonderboy-i8/mobb-deep-shook-ones-pt-ii-wonderboy-remix/ you heard of us
official Queensbridge murderers
the Mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware
of my crime family who got nuff shots to share
for all of those who wanna profile and pose
rock you in your face, stab your brain wit' your nosebone
you all alone in these streets, cousin
every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin'
and keep them shook crews runnin'
like they supposed to
they come around but they never come close to
I can see it inside your face
you're in the wrong place
cowards like you just get they're whole body laced up
with bullet holes and such
speak the wrong words man and you will get touched
you can put your whole army against my team and
I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin'
your simple words just don't move me
you're minor, we're major
you all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player
don't make me have to call your name out
your crew is featherweight
my gunshots'll make you levitate
I'm only nineteen but my mind is old
and when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold
another nigga deceased, another story gets told
it ain't nothin' really
hey, yo dun spark the Phillie
so I can get my mind off these yellowbacked niggas
why they still alive I don't know, go figure
meanwhile back in Queens the realness is foundation
if I die I couldn't choose a better location
when the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation
getting closer to God in a tight situation
now, take these words home and think it through
or the next rhyme I write might be about you

[Chorus:]
Son, they shook...
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death, scared to look
they shook
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death, scared to look

livin' the live that of diamonds and guns
there's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds...earn funds
some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns
cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones...shook ones
he ain't a crook son, he's just a shook one...shook one

[Havoc]
For every rhyme I write, its 25 to life
yo, it's a must the gats we trust safeguardin' my life
ain't no time for hesitation
that only leads to incarceration
you don't know me, there's no relation
Queensbridge niggas don't play
I don't got time for your petty thinking mind
son, I'm bigga than those claimin' that you pack heat
but you're scared to hold
and when the smoke clears you'll be left with one in your dome
13 years in the projects, my mentality is what, kid
you talk a good one but you don't want it
sometimes I wonder do I deserve to live
or am I going to burn in hell for all the things I did
no time to dwell on that 'cause my brain reacts
front if you want kid, lay on your back
I don't fake jacks kid, you know I bring it to you live
stay in a child's place, kid you out o' line
criminal minds thirsty for recognition
I'm sippin' E&J, got my mind flippin'
I'm buggin' think I'm how bizar to hold my hustlin'
get that loot kid, you know my function
cause long as I'm alive I'ma live illegal
and once I get on I'ma put on, on my people
react mix to lyrics like Macs I hit your dome up
when I roll up, don't be caught sleepin'
cause I'm creepin'

[Chorus:]

Son, they shook...
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death and scared to look
(he's just a shook one)
they shook...
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death and scared to look
(we live the live that of diamonds)

they shook...
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death and scared to look
they shook...
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks, crooks..

]]> you heard of us
official Queensbridge murderers
the Mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware
of my crime family who got nuff shots to share
for all of those who wanna profile and pose
rock you in your face, stab your brain wit' your nosebone
you all alone in these streets, cousin
every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin'
and keep them shook crews runnin'
like they supposed to
they come around but they never come close to
I can see it inside your face
you're in the wrong place
cowards like you just get they're whole body laced up
with bullet holes and such
speak the wrong words man and you will get touched
you can put your whole army against my team and
I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin'
your simple words just don't move me
you're minor, we're major
you all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player
don't make me have to call your name out
your crew is featherweight
my gunshots'll make you levitate
I'm only nineteen but my mind is old
and when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold
another nigga deceased, another story gets told
it ain't nothin' really
hey, yo dun spark the Phillie
so I can get my mind off these yellowbacked niggas
why they still alive I don't know, go figure
meanwhile back in Queens the realness is foundation
if I die I couldn't choose a better location
when the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation
getting closer to God in a tight situation
now, take these words home and think it through
or the next rhyme I write might be about you

[Chorus:]
Son, they shook...
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death, scared to look
they shook
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death, scared to look

livin' the live that of diamonds and guns
there's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds...earn funds
some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns
cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones...shook ones
he ain't a crook son, he's just a shook one...shook one

[Havoc]
For every rhyme I write, its 25 to life
yo, it's a must the gats we trust safeguardin' my life
ain't no time for hesitation
that only leads to incarceration
you don't know me, there's no relation
Queensbridge niggas don't play
I don't got time for your petty thinking mind
son, I'm bigga than those claimin' that you pack heat
but you're scared to hold
and when the smoke clears you'll be left with one in your dome
13 years in the projects, my mentality is what, kid
you talk a good one but you don't want it
sometimes I wonder do I deserve to live
or am I going to burn in hell for all the things I did
no time to dwell on that 'cause my brain reacts
front if you want kid, lay on your back
I don't fake jacks kid, you know I bring it to you live
stay in a child's place, kid you out o' line
criminal minds thirsty for recognition
I'm sippin' E&J, got my mind flippin'
I'm buggin' think I'm how bizar to hold my hustlin'
get that loot kid, you know my function
cause long as I'm alive I'ma live illegal
and once I get on I'ma put on, on my people
react mix to lyrics like Macs I hit your dome up
when I roll up, don't be caught sleepin'
cause I'm creepin'

[Chorus:]

Son, they shook...
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death and scared to look
(he's just a shook one)
they shook...
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death and scared to look
(we live the live that of diamonds)

they shook...
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death and scared to look
they shook...
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks, crooks..

]]> 985487 no no Mon, 28 Mar 2016 10:42:20 +0200 2016-03-28T10:42:20+02:00 4:05 https://hearthis.at/wonderboy-i8/krs-one-ah-yeah-wonderboy-remix/ Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown
Ah yeah, stay alive all things will change around
Ah yeah, what, ah yeah

[Verse One]
So here I go kickin' science in ninety-five
I be illin, parental discretion is advised still
Don't call me nigga, this MC goes for his
Call me God, cause that's what the black man is
Roamin' through the forest as the hardest lyrical artist
Black women you are not a bitch you're a Goddess
Let it be known, you can lean on KRS-One
Like a wall cause I'm hard, I represent GOD
Wack MC's have one style: gun buck
But when you say, "Let's buck for revolution"
They shut the fuck up, kid, get with it
Down to start a riot in a minute
You'll hear so many Bowe-Bowe-Bowe, you think I'm Riddick
While other MC's are talkin' bout up with hope down with dope
I'll have a devil in my infrared scope, WOY
That's for calling my father a boy and, KLAK KLAK KLAK
That's for putting scars on my mother's back, BO
That's for calling my sister a ho, and for you
BUCK BUCK BUCK, cause I don't give a motherfuck
Remember the whip, remember the chant, remember about rope and
You black people still thinkin' about vot-ing
Every President we ever had lied
You know I'm kinda glad Nixon died

[Refrain]

[Verse Two]
This is not the first time I came to the planet
But everytime I come, only a few could understand it
I came as Isis, my words they tried to ban it
I came as Moses, they couldn't follow my Commandments
I came as Solomon, to a people that was lost
I came as Jesus, but they nailed me to a cross
I came as Harriet Tubman, I put the truth to Sojourner
Other times, I had to come as Nat Turner
They tried to burn me, lynch me and starve me
So I had to come back as Marcus Garvey, Bob Marley
They tried to harm me, I used to be Malcolm X
Now I'm on the planet as the one called KRS
Kickin' the metaphysical, spiritual, tryin' to like
Get with you, showin' you, you are invincible
The Black Panther is the black answer for real
In my spiritual form, I turn into Bobby Seale
On the wheels of steel, my spirit flies away
And enters into Kwame Ture

[Refrain]

[Verse Three]
In the streets there is no EQ, no di-do-di-do-di-do
So I grab the air and speak through the code
The devil cannot see through as I unload
Into another cerebellum
Then I can tell em, because my vibes go through denim
And leather whatever, however, I'm still rockin'
We used to pick cotton, now we pick up cotton when we shoppin'
Have you forgotten why we buildin in a cypher
Yo hear me kid, government is building in a pyramid
The son of God is brighter than the son of man
The spirit is, check your dollar bill G, here it is
We got no time for fancy mathematics
Your mental frequency frequently pickin up static
Makin you a naked body, addict and it's democratic
They press auto, and you kill it with an automatic]]> Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown
Ah yeah, stay alive all things will change around
Ah yeah, what, ah yeah

[Verse One]
So here I go kickin' science in ninety-five
I be illin, parental discretion is advised still
Don't call me nigga, this MC goes for his
Call me God, cause that's what the black man is
Roamin' through the forest as the hardest lyrical artist
Black women you are not a bitch you're a Goddess
Let it be known, you can lean on KRS-One
Like a wall cause I'm hard, I represent GOD
Wack MC's have one style: gun buck
But when you say, "Let's buck for revolution"
They shut the fuck up, kid, get with it
Down to start a riot in a minute
You'll hear so many Bowe-Bowe-Bowe, you think I'm Riddick
While other MC's are talkin' bout up with hope down with dope
I'll have a devil in my infrared scope, WOY
That's for calling my father a boy and, KLAK KLAK KLAK
That's for putting scars on my mother's back, BO
That's for calling my sister a ho, and for you
BUCK BUCK BUCK, cause I don't give a motherfuck
Remember the whip, remember the chant, remember about rope and
You black people still thinkin' about vot-ing
Every President we ever had lied
You know I'm kinda glad Nixon died

[Refrain]

[Verse Two]
This is not the first time I came to the planet
But everytime I come, only a few could understand it
I came as Isis, my words they tried to ban it
I came as Moses, they couldn't follow my Commandments
I came as Solomon, to a people that was lost
I came as Jesus, but they nailed me to a cross
I came as Harriet Tubman, I put the truth to Sojourner
Other times, I had to come as Nat Turner
They tried to burn me, lynch me and starve me
So I had to come back as Marcus Garvey, Bob Marley
They tried to harm me, I used to be Malcolm X
Now I'm on the planet as the one called KRS
Kickin' the metaphysical, spiritual, tryin' to like
Get with you, showin' you, you are invincible
The Black Panther is the black answer for real
In my spiritual form, I turn into Bobby Seale
On the wheels of steel, my spirit flies away
And enters into Kwame Ture

[Refrain]

[Verse Three]
In the streets there is no EQ, no di-do-di-do-di-do
So I grab the air and speak through the code
The devil cannot see through as I unload
Into another cerebellum
Then I can tell em, because my vibes go through denim
And leather whatever, however, I'm still rockin'
We used to pick cotton, now we pick up cotton when we shoppin'
Have you forgotten why we buildin in a cypher
Yo hear me kid, government is building in a pyramid
The son of God is brighter than the son of man
The spirit is, check your dollar bill G, here it is
We got no time for fancy mathematics
Your mental frequency frequently pickin up static
Makin you a naked body, addict and it's democratic
They press auto, and you kill it with an automatic]]> 985488 no no Sat, 05 Mar 2016 14:45:20 +0100 2016-03-05T14:45:20+01:00 3:04 https://hearthis.at/wonderboy-i8/naughty-by-nature-hip-hop-hooray-wonderboy-remix/ Hip Hop hooray...
Ho...Hey...Ho...

[Vinnie]
You drew a picture of my morning
But you couldn't make my day (Hey!)
I'm rockin' and you're yawning
But you never look my way (Hey!)
I'm licking down your darlin'
In every single way (Hey!)
Your funny flow is foreign
And a green card's on the way

[Treach]
This ain't got shit to do with shampoo, but watch your head n shoulder
Brother older bold enough to fold ya, yo I told ya
A raid afraid of what I made and played it, plus a funky fit
So save your flips and tricks for that music and the monkey bit

[Vinnie]
Triggers from the Grilltown Illtown
Some ask how it feels now
The deal is that we're real so we're still 'round
Don't lamp with a freestyle phantom, ain't trying to be handsome
Shrinking what you're thinking cause I'm vamping

[Treach]
I live and die for Hip Hop
This is Hip Hop for today
I give props to hip-hop so...

[Hook]

[Treach]
You heard a lot about a brother gaining mo' ground
Being low down I do the showdown with any little ho round, no!
I wanna know who you're believing, through your funny reasons
Even when I'm sleeping you think I'm cheatin'
You said, "I know you, Mr. O.P.P. man
Yo PP man, won't only see me man"
You should've known when I ain't hit it and step
That I was wit' it a bit not to consider the rep, heck!
I did your partner cause she's hot as a baker
Cause I'm Naughty by Nature, not cause I hate ya!
You put your heart in a part of a part that spreads apart
And forgot that I forgave when you had a spark
You try to act like something really big is missing
Even though my name's graffiti Written on Ya Kitten
I love black women always and disrespect ain't the way
Let's start a family today

[Hook]

[Treach]
Hip Hop Hip Hip Hop Hip Hip Hop Hooray!
There's many hungry Hip Hoppers one reason Hip Hop's tip-top today
Swerve what ya heard cause I ain't bailing no hay
Ain't chopping no crops, but still growing every day

[Vinnie]
Here's a thunder sound from the wonders found
From the underground town down the hill
Feel how Illtown drown smiles to frowns
Snatchin' crowns from clowns beat downs are found
Don't know me don't come around

[Treach]
Tippy tippy (pause) tippy tippy (pause)
Sometimes creepin' up I eat em up
Your styles are older than Lou Rawls
Peace to this one and that one and them
That way I shout out and I didn't miss one friend
Fools get foolish, neither them or Parker Lewis knew us
You could have crews with shoes and can't step to us
Some kitties purr, now call me sir too
Looking for her crew
Any trick that diss gets a curfew
I put on projects for boots, step through troops and leave proof
My problem solver's name is Mook
I hitting woodies in a hoody
Peace to Josette, Jobete, Jo-Jo, Genae, and every hood G
That's right, my fight is ill
Peace goes to L.O.N.S. and Quest, Nice & Smooth & Cypress Hill
I live and die for Hip Hop
This is Hip Hop of today
I give props to Hip Hop so...

[Hook]
]]> Hip Hop hooray...
Ho...Hey...Ho...

[Vinnie]
You drew a picture of my morning
But you couldn't make my day (Hey!)
I'm rockin' and you're yawning
But you never look my way (Hey!)
I'm licking down your darlin'
In every single way (Hey!)
Your funny flow is foreign
And a green card's on the way

[Treach]
This ain't got shit to do with shampoo, but watch your head n shoulder
Brother older bold enough to fold ya, yo I told ya
A raid afraid of what I made and played it, plus a funky fit
So save your flips and tricks for that music and the monkey bit

[Vinnie]
Triggers from the Grilltown Illtown
Some ask how it feels now
The deal is that we're real so we're still 'round
Don't lamp with a freestyle phantom, ain't trying to be handsome
Shrinking what you're thinking cause I'm vamping

[Treach]
I live and die for Hip Hop
This is Hip Hop for today
I give props to hip-hop so...

[Hook]

[Treach]
You heard a lot about a brother gaining mo' ground
Being low down I do the showdown with any little ho round, no!
I wanna know who you're believing, through your funny reasons
Even when I'm sleeping you think I'm cheatin'
You said, "I know you, Mr. O.P.P. man
Yo PP man, won't only see me man"
You should've known when I ain't hit it and step
That I was wit' it a bit not to consider the rep, heck!
I did your partner cause she's hot as a baker
Cause I'm Naughty by Nature, not cause I hate ya!
You put your heart in a part of a part that spreads apart
And forgot that I forgave when you had a spark
You try to act like something really big is missing
Even though my name's graffiti Written on Ya Kitten
I love black women always and disrespect ain't the way
Let's start a family today

[Hook]

[Treach]
Hip Hop Hip Hip Hop Hip Hip Hop Hooray!
There's many hungry Hip Hoppers one reason Hip Hop's tip-top today
Swerve what ya heard cause I ain't bailing no hay
Ain't chopping no crops, but still growing every day

[Vinnie]
Here's a thunder sound from the wonders found
From the underground town down the hill
Feel how Illtown drown smiles to frowns
Snatchin' crowns from clowns beat downs are found
Don't know me don't come around

[Treach]
Tippy tippy (pause) tippy tippy (pause)
Sometimes creepin' up I eat em up
Your styles are older than Lou Rawls
Peace to this one and that one and them
That way I shout out and I didn't miss one friend
Fools get foolish, neither them or Parker Lewis knew us
You could have crews with shoes and can't step to us
Some kitties purr, now call me sir too
Looking for her crew
Any trick that diss gets a curfew
I put on projects for boots, step through troops and leave proof
My problem solver's name is Mook
I hitting woodies in a hoody
Peace to Josette, Jobete, Jo-Jo, Genae, and every hood G
That's right, my fight is ill
Peace goes to L.O.N.S. and Quest, Nice & Smooth & Cypress Hill
I live and die for Hip Hop
This is Hip Hop of today
I give props to Hip Hop so...

[Hook]
]]> 985490 no no Sat, 21 Nov 2015 14:12:01 +0100 2015-11-21T14:12:01+01:00 4:07 https://hearthis.at/wonderboy-i8/mobb-deep-survival-of-the-fittest-wonderboy-remix/ No doubt indeed.. where dat weed.. knowhatI'msayin?
That old real shit

[Verse 1 - Prodigy]
There's a war going on outside, no man is safe from
You could run but you can't hide forever
From these, streets, that we done took
You walking with your head down scared to look
You shook, cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
They never around when the beef cooks in my part of town
It's similar to Vietnam
Now we all grown up and old, and beyond the cops' control
They better have the riot gear ready
Tryin to bag me and get rocked steady
By the MAC one-double, I touch you
And leave you with not much to go home with
My skin is thick, cause I be up in the mix of action
If I'm not at home, puffing lye relaxin'
New York got a nigga depressed
So I wear a slug-proof underneath my Guess
God bless my soul, before I put my foot down and begin to stroll
And to the drama I built, and all unfinished beef
You will soon be killed, put us together
It's like mixing vodka and milk
I'm goin out blasting, taking my enemies with me
And if not, they scarred, so they will never forget me
Lord forgive me the Hennesey got me not knowing how to act
I'm falling and I can't turn back
Or maybe it's the words from my man Killer Black
That I can't say so it's left a untold fact, until my death
My goal's to stay alive
Survival of the fit only the strong survive

[Hook]
Yo, yo
We living this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(We still living it)
We living this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(Thug life, we still living it)
We living this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(We still living it)
We living this 'til the day that we die
(we living this 'til the day that we die)
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(survival of the fit only the strong..)

[Verse 2 - Havoc]
I'm trapped, in between two worlds, trying to get dough y'know
When the dough get low the jewels go, but never that
As long as fiends smoke crack
I'll be on the block hustling counting my stacks
No doubt, watching my back and proceed with caution
Five-oh lurking, no time to get lost in -- the system
Niggas using fake names to get out quick
My brother did it and got bagged with two ounces
Illegal world where squads hit the block hard
Ask my man Twin when he got bagged, that fucked me up God
But shit happens for a reason
You find out who's your true peoples when you're upstate bleeding
You can't find a shorty to troop your bid with you
Hit with a 2 to 4 it's difficult
Wild on the streets I try to maintain
Tight with my loot, cause hoes like to run game
Some niggas like to trick but I ain't with that tricking shit
I'm like a Jew, saving dough so I can big whip
Pushing a Lex, now I'm set, ready to jet
No matter how much loot I get I'm staying in the projects
Forever, Jakes on the blocks we out-clever
If beef, we never separate and pull together
When worse comes to worst, my peoples come first
Try to react and get them motherfucking feelings hurt
My crew's all about loot
Fuck looking cute, I'm strictly Timb boots and Army certified suits
Puffin L's, laid back, enjoying the smell
In the Bridge getting down it ain't hard to tell
You better realize

[Hook]

[Prodigy]
Look in the eyes and get wise
Look alive, in ninety-five, word up
Hypnotic thug life, get that ass paralyzed
Namsayin? Mobb Deep and all that]]> No doubt indeed.. where dat weed.. knowhatI'msayin?
That old real shit

[Verse 1 - Prodigy]
There's a war going on outside, no man is safe from
You could run but you can't hide forever
From these, streets, that we done took
You walking with your head down scared to look
You shook, cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
They never around when the beef cooks in my part of town
It's similar to Vietnam
Now we all grown up and old, and beyond the cops' control
They better have the riot gear ready
Tryin to bag me and get rocked steady
By the MAC one-double, I touch you
And leave you with not much to go home with
My skin is thick, cause I be up in the mix of action
If I'm not at home, puffing lye relaxin'
New York got a nigga depressed
So I wear a slug-proof underneath my Guess
God bless my soul, before I put my foot down and begin to stroll
And to the drama I built, and all unfinished beef
You will soon be killed, put us together
It's like mixing vodka and milk
I'm goin out blasting, taking my enemies with me
And if not, they scarred, so they will never forget me
Lord forgive me the Hennesey got me not knowing how to act
I'm falling and I can't turn back
Or maybe it's the words from my man Killer Black
That I can't say so it's left a untold fact, until my death
My goal's to stay alive
Survival of the fit only the strong survive

[Hook]
Yo, yo
We living this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(We still living it)
We living this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(Thug life, we still living it)
We living this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(We still living it)
We living this 'til the day that we die
(we living this 'til the day that we die)
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(survival of the fit only the strong..)

[Verse 2 - Havoc]
I'm trapped, in between two worlds, trying to get dough y'know
When the dough get low the jewels go, but never that
As long as fiends smoke crack
I'll be on the block hustling counting my stacks
No doubt, watching my back and proceed with caution
Five-oh lurking, no time to get lost in -- the system
Niggas using fake names to get out quick
My brother did it and got bagged with two ounces
Illegal world where squads hit the block hard
Ask my man Twin when he got bagged, that fucked me up God
But shit happens for a reason
You find out who's your true peoples when you're upstate bleeding
You can't find a shorty to troop your bid with you
Hit with a 2 to 4 it's difficult
Wild on the streets I try to maintain
Tight with my loot, cause hoes like to run game
Some niggas like to trick but I ain't with that tricking shit
I'm like a Jew, saving dough so I can big whip
Pushing a Lex, now I'm set, ready to jet
No matter how much loot I get I'm staying in the projects
Forever, Jakes on the blocks we out-clever
If beef, we never separate and pull together
When worse comes to worst, my peoples come first
Try to react and get them motherfucking feelings hurt
My crew's all about loot
Fuck looking cute, I'm strictly Timb boots and Army certified suits
Puffin L's, laid back, enjoying the smell
In the Bridge getting down it ain't hard to tell
You better realize

[Hook]

[Prodigy]
Look in the eyes and get wise
Look alive, in ninety-five, word up
Hypnotic thug life, get that ass paralyzed
Namsayin? Mobb Deep and all that]]> 985491 no no Sat, 07 Nov 2015 13:00:58 +0100 2015-11-07T13:00:58+01:00 4:23 https://hearthis.at/wonderboy-i8/mobb-deep-ft-nas-its-mine-wonderboy-remix/ Yeah.. yeah.. [hahahaha] uh-huh, yeah yeah
[HAH hahahaha] Huh yo, you know it
Infamous ninety-nine (infamous ninety-nine)
[Hahahaha] Infamous two thousand
(Ain't nuttin but thugs over here baby)
[AHHH hahahaha].. [hahaha].. [HAH haha]

[Havoc]
Yo... straight thugs on this side - it's do or die to the death
Like the terminal ill takin they last breath
Read your last rites - God, forgive me
For the sin I'm about to commit - takin a life
Kill or be killed, rather that than somebody else
Readin my will - you feel what I feel, you know the deal
Keep the infrared next to my bed, one in the head
Hearin noises, dead tired, eyes bloodshot red
Sleep with half closed eyelids
Some say it's strange, sometimes that's how strange life get
Go easy on the bottle, niggas love to see when
Niggas slippin off point, on the strength they bet
Scopin your ice, appraisin it like the Diamond District Jeweler
With they hand on the biscuit
Do ya, wanna get caught lifted; or sober, so you can react quick?
Blow you off the atlas as if I caught you fuckin my wife
On my thousand dollar mattress
It's the world that I live in, Q.B. made me
A moms that loved me and a pops that raised me

Chorus: Nas {singing to the chorus of Brandy's "The Boy is Mine"}

Y'all need to give it up.. we don't give a fuck..
What y'all niggas want.. thug, life, is, mine
Y'all need to give it up.. cause we don't give a fuck..
What y'all niggas want.. thug, life, is, mine

[Prodigy]
I got the style of a still-born child, I'm ill
If it's beef, poke him with the fork, make sure he's done well
(Very very) The streets raised me crazy, now I'm immune to it
So when they start shootin, we don't stop the music
Keep it moving that's how we do it (c'mon, c'mon Dunn)
Been through more drama than the Baldwins, you still crawlin
(Still crawlin) Apply street rules to the office, high performance
Rap author, made millions off of - melodic, hypnotic productions
That'll fuck with your conscience and touch your emotions
(You feel me? You feel me?)
You feel me? I'll write a graphic page
Escort niggas to they grave, relate to the projects
We the black Mobb, it gets deeper than rap music
(Don't get no realer than this!)
It's more real than any words I can muster
Pull the black Cadillac trucks up (What?)
Hop out them shits like what? Y'all niggas can't touch us

Chorus

[Nas Escobar]
Silk shirts on my chest show what a flirt
Halle Berry blew a kiss at the Barbara Streisand concert
Silk pants colored pink, gators match gangster musical thing
And I'll front like my doo doo don't stink
Instinct like Cuba Gooding steppin out the latest toy
Hazard lights blinkin, gators hit the floor
Everybody watch the red carpet entrance, cameras flashin
Just to think, that was yesterday's action
Cause today goes either way - we came a long way
From hallway steps and hand-me-down shit
Fuck my foes, I seen the other side, NexTel cell roam
Call the chopper phone, heliport in my home
Quincy Jones posters
Wake up, guns under my pillow, I can't talk around chauffeurs
Shit is better than a novel, autobiographic
Spit it on tracks, it becomes classic
Start some, make my heart pump, spark one, I'm God son
NAStradamus, last one to blast one when the NARC's come
Know how to leave anything in thirty seconds
When you feel the heat, comin and flee with the murder weapon
I'll release one, shot you deceased, learn your lesson
Your flesh turn to maggots, bastards, you past it
Cremate your flesh to ashes
You don't need a suit, no wake, no funeral, and no casket

Chorus

[Nas]
The, life, is, mine (repeat 3X)
Ill Will..
You need to give it up.. we don't give a fuck
What y'all niggas want.. we don't give a fuck
Thug, life, is, mine
Y'all need to give it up.. we don't give a fuck..
What y'all niggas want.. thug, life, is, mine]]> Yeah.. yeah.. [hahahaha] uh-huh, yeah yeah
[HAH hahahaha] Huh yo, you know it
Infamous ninety-nine (infamous ninety-nine)
[Hahahaha] Infamous two thousand
(Ain't nuttin but thugs over here baby)
[AHHH hahahaha].. [hahaha].. [HAH haha]

[Havoc]
Yo... straight thugs on this side - it's do or die to the death
Like the terminal ill takin they last breath
Read your last rites - God, forgive me
For the sin I'm about to commit - takin a life
Kill or be killed, rather that than somebody else
Readin my will - you feel what I feel, you know the deal
Keep the infrared next to my bed, one in the head
Hearin noises, dead tired, eyes bloodshot red
Sleep with half closed eyelids
Some say it's strange, sometimes that's how strange life get
Go easy on the bottle, niggas love to see when
Niggas slippin off point, on the strength they bet
Scopin your ice, appraisin it like the Diamond District Jeweler
With they hand on the biscuit
Do ya, wanna get caught lifted; or sober, so you can react quick?
Blow you off the atlas as if I caught you fuckin my wife
On my thousand dollar mattress
It's the world that I live in, Q.B. made me
A moms that loved me and a pops that raised me

Chorus: Nas {singing to the chorus of Brandy's "The Boy is Mine"}

Y'all need to give it up.. we don't give a fuck..
What y'all niggas want.. thug, life, is, mine
Y'all need to give it up.. cause we don't give a fuck..
What y'all niggas want.. thug, life, is, mine

[Prodigy]
I got the style of a still-born child, I'm ill
If it's beef, poke him with the fork, make sure he's done well
(Very very) The streets raised me crazy, now I'm immune to it
So when they start shootin, we don't stop the music
Keep it moving that's how we do it (c'mon, c'mon Dunn)
Been through more drama than the Baldwins, you still crawlin
(Still crawlin) Apply street rules to the office, high performance
Rap author, made millions off of - melodic, hypnotic productions
That'll fuck with your conscience and touch your emotions
(You feel me? You feel me?)
You feel me? I'll write a graphic page
Escort niggas to they grave, relate to the projects
We the black Mobb, it gets deeper than rap music
(Don't get no realer than this!)
It's more real than any words I can muster
Pull the black Cadillac trucks up (What?)
Hop out them shits like what? Y'all niggas can't touch us

Chorus

[Nas Escobar]
Silk shirts on my chest show what a flirt
Halle Berry blew a kiss at the Barbara Streisand concert
Silk pants colored pink, gators match gangster musical thing
And I'll front like my doo doo don't stink
Instinct like Cuba Gooding steppin out the latest toy
Hazard lights blinkin, gators hit the floor
Everybody watch the red carpet entrance, cameras flashin
Just to think, that was yesterday's action
Cause today goes either way - we came a long way
From hallway steps and hand-me-down shit
Fuck my foes, I seen the other side, NexTel cell roam
Call the chopper phone, heliport in my home
Quincy Jones posters
Wake up, guns under my pillow, I can't talk around chauffeurs
Shit is better than a novel, autobiographic
Spit it on tracks, it becomes classic
Start some, make my heart pump, spark one, I'm God son
NAStradamus, last one to blast one when the NARC's come
Know how to leave anything in thirty seconds
When you feel the heat, comin and flee with the murder weapon
I'll release one, shot you deceased, learn your lesson
Your flesh turn to maggots, bastards, you past it
Cremate your flesh to ashes
You don't need a suit, no wake, no funeral, and no casket

Chorus

[Nas]
The, life, is, mine (repeat 3X)
Ill Will..
You need to give it up.. we don't give a fuck
What y'all niggas want.. we don't give a fuck
Thug, life, is, mine
Y'all need to give it up.. we don't give a fuck..
What y'all niggas want.. thug, life, is, mine]]> 985492 no no Sun, 25 Oct 2015 11:18:17 +0100 2015-10-25T11:18:17+01:00 4:29 https://hearthis.at/wonderboy-i8/naughty-by-nature-its-on-wonderboy-remix/
Once again it's on...

[Treach]
Put me on the planet, dammit, where all the slamsters look like Janet
Slick consider this how I lick it and then fan it
Pick, rub and ran it how I run it yeah I ran it
And it ran frantic rub put new poonanie panic
Plan it, as a package, pick it and then pack it
Trick it and attract it, throw a crack then catch it
Quick as Richocet Rabbit, quick cause it's a habit
To rap it as fast as another brother running rapid

[Vin Rock]
Never call you Sir, who gives a damn if you Mix-a-lot?
East Coast gets the props, producers rock your knot
Baby ain't got back, baby got black
That's why you see the black baby and you respect that

[Treach]
Checka check it out, on and on and on, rock on
To the breaka breaka dawn it's on

"On and on and on, on and on and on
Checka checka it out, to the breaka breaka dawn" --] Charlie B

[Vin Rock]
Make room for one rude boy, bad mood boy, new and old school boy
Now watch a true man take out all the school boys
And don't get out of touch cause you just get a slut
With a "Closed For Repair" sign on your nuts

[Treach]
Yeah we're the thing slangers, body boom bangers
Breaking in your shit with a hanger
Damn real I'm gonna live it up
Never forgive your cut on my back watching your girl's gap give it up

[Vin Rock]
I touch you where it hurts first, brutalize you with a verse
Criticize, my lyrics work
Think about a lost block, black stop
I'd rap and make a wack drop then slap you with my back drop

[Treach]
The boom-bang slap papper's fat fat
Step in my path and get that ass cr-crack cracked
Checka check it out, on and on and on
Rock on, to the breaka breaka dawn it's on

"On and on and on, on and on and on
Checka checka it out, to the breaka breaka dawn" (Repeat 2x)

[Treach]
Singing like a buddha bang, hang out with a true crew down with the coochie
Bang
Brothers come to do the same
But monkey see, monkey do, get your monkey ass played

[Vin Rock]
Individuals get original cause a this a be critical
And pickable and pitiful
I ain't with the big con heart
Ripping other rhymes apart, here to spark me some iron parts

[Treach]
I stick to a city with some rippple, hit a bitty from the middle
Hang on kitties like a cripple nipple
Checka check it out, on and on and on
Rock on, to the breaka breaka dawn it's on

"On and on and on, on and on and on
Checka checka it out, to the breaka breaka dawn"]]>
Once again it's on...

[Treach]
Put me on the planet, dammit, where all the slamsters look like Janet
Slick consider this how I lick it and then fan it
Pick, rub and ran it how I run it yeah I ran it
And it ran frantic rub put new poonanie panic
Plan it, as a package, pick it and then pack it
Trick it and attract it, throw a crack then catch it
Quick as Richocet Rabbit, quick cause it's a habit
To rap it as fast as another brother running rapid

[Vin Rock]
Never call you Sir, who gives a damn if you Mix-a-lot?
East Coast gets the props, producers rock your knot
Baby ain't got back, baby got black
That's why you see the black baby and you respect that

[Treach]
Checka check it out, on and on and on, rock on
To the breaka breaka dawn it's on

"On and on and on, on and on and on
Checka checka it out, to the breaka breaka dawn" --] Charlie B

[Vin Rock]
Make room for one rude boy, bad mood boy, new and old school boy
Now watch a true man take out all the school boys
And don't get out of touch cause you just get a slut
With a "Closed For Repair" sign on your nuts

[Treach]
Yeah we're the thing slangers, body boom bangers
Breaking in your shit with a hanger
Damn real I'm gonna live it up
Never forgive your cut on my back watching your girl's gap give it up

[Vin Rock]
I touch you where it hurts first, brutalize you with a verse
Criticize, my lyrics work
Think about a lost block, black stop
I'd rap and make a wack drop then slap you with my back drop

[Treach]
The boom-bang slap papper's fat fat
Step in my path and get that ass cr-crack cracked
Checka check it out, on and on and on
Rock on, to the breaka breaka dawn it's on

"On and on and on, on and on and on
Checka checka it out, to the breaka breaka dawn" (Repeat 2x)

[Treach]
Singing like a buddha bang, hang out with a true crew down with the coochie
Bang
Brothers come to do the same
But monkey see, monkey do, get your monkey ass played

[Vin Rock]
Individuals get original cause a this a be critical
And pickable and pitiful
I ain't with the big con heart
Ripping other rhymes apart, here to spark me some iron parts

[Treach]
I stick to a city with some rippple, hit a bitty from the middle
Hang on kitties like a cripple nipple
Checka check it out, on and on and on
Rock on, to the breaka breaka dawn it's on

"On and on and on, on and on and on
Checka checka it out, to the breaka breaka dawn"]]> 985493 no no Fri, 09 Oct 2015 15:27:23 +0200 2015-10-09T15:27:23+02:00 3:16 https://hearthis.at/wonderboy-i8/mc-ren-ft-ice-cube-comin-after-you-wonderboy-remix/
[Verse 1: MC Ren]
In case you didn't know my flows grows for sure
I'm making sure you niggas don't try me no more
Weak shit you talking and I'm surprised it's selling
Ruthless self niggas full of felon's who the fuck you telling
Braggin bout money where that shit be at
After videos all that shit we never see that
Bitches with big asses blunts and big cars
Shot calling niggas pissy drunk in them tittie bars
Ren assasinating, all of these
Wack ass rapping niggas that say they selling keys
And pimping hoes and smoking a million blunts a day
Shooting a hundred niggas and saying he walked away without a scratch
Some Rambo shit side a head
Living with your mama talking about a hundred grand
Nigga please, who the fuck you think you talking to
Real niggas coming after you, we after you

[Hook] (x2)
You fake ass ballers who we talkin to
(We comin) Lyin on records bout what you do
(We comin) The shit y'all doin is played out and through
(We comin) You come with that shit we come after you

[Verse 2: Ice Cube]
It's the Don Daddy with the Villain, who you killing
Oh we hate them, come verbatim with this cap peeling
Top billin, make a million
Paparazzi, chase us through the tunnel in the Maserati
Now they got me on Hard Copy didn't have to shoot Versace
Yet you still wanna watch me
Motherfuckers wait they whole fuckin life and aday
Hopin that we can reunite N.W.A
All purpose, try to serve us, gettin nervous, more murders
Shit can just turn into the service
Standin over the carcass
You look like the kind of nigga that'd press charges
We the largest, we the biggest, we the Niggas, With the Attitudes
Wee longitude you latitude, have some gratitude
To the niggas that started this shit
Been around forever bitch, we smart at this shit
Don Mega.. MC Ren.. Ren, Ren!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: MC Ren]
I make the Planet Groove nigga more than BET
Yo' bitch tied up phoning home like E.T
So kick in that fifty grand
Before you find body parts nigga in Japan
A motherfucking lyricist nigga top cop
I'm makin hits with yo bitch ass talking bout
That same old shoot them out I'm smokin fifty blunts
That's why your shit ain't coming out for like fifty months
Ain't nobody trying to hear your nigga outdated
Your wack ass quit tellin niggas that you made it
I'm never faded like a ghost Villain disappear
Buy some shit to resurrect my dick the next year
Ninety eight ninety nine to the earthquake
How much garbage these mothefuckers go and make
You better shake, fuck that here I come strong
Best believe Ren will rock the shit all night long
We out]]>
[Verse 1: MC Ren]
In case you didn't know my flows grows for sure
I'm making sure you niggas don't try me no more
Weak shit you talking and I'm surprised it's selling
Ruthless self niggas full of felon's who the fuck you telling
Braggin bout money where that shit be at
After videos all that shit we never see that
Bitches with big asses blunts and big cars
Shot calling niggas pissy drunk in them tittie bars
Ren assasinating, all of these
Wack ass rapping niggas that say they selling keys
And pimping hoes and smoking a million blunts a day
Shooting a hundred niggas and saying he walked away without a scratch
Some Rambo shit side a head
Living with your mama talking about a hundred grand
Nigga please, who the fuck you think you talking to
Real niggas coming after you, we after you

[Hook] (x2)
You fake ass ballers who we talkin to
(We comin) Lyin on records bout what you do
(We comin) The shit y'all doin is played out and through
(We comin) You come with that shit we come after you

[Verse 2: Ice Cube]
It's the Don Daddy with the Villain, who you killing
Oh we hate them, come verbatim with this cap peeling
Top billin, make a million
Paparazzi, chase us through the tunnel in the Maserati
Now they got me on Hard Copy didn't have to shoot Versace
Yet you still wanna watch me
Motherfuckers wait they whole fuckin life and aday
Hopin that we can reunite N.W.A
All purpose, try to serve us, gettin nervous, more murders
Shit can just turn into the service
Standin over the carcass
You look like the kind of nigga that'd press charges
We the largest, we the biggest, we the Niggas, With the Attitudes
Wee longitude you latitude, have some gratitude
To the niggas that started this shit
Been around forever bitch, we smart at this shit
Don Mega.. MC Ren.. Ren, Ren!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: MC Ren]
I make the Planet Groove nigga more than BET
Yo' bitch tied up phoning home like E.T
So kick in that fifty grand
Before you find body parts nigga in Japan
A motherfucking lyricist nigga top cop
I'm makin hits with yo bitch ass talking bout
That same old shoot them out I'm smokin fifty blunts
That's why your shit ain't coming out for like fifty months
Ain't nobody trying to hear your nigga outdated
Your wack ass quit tellin niggas that you made it
I'm never faded like a ghost Villain disappear
Buy some shit to resurrect my dick the next year
Ninety eight ninety nine to the earthquake
How much garbage these mothefuckers go and make
You better shake, fuck that here I come strong
Best believe Ren will rock the shit all night long
We out]]> 985495 no no Thu, 25 Dec 2014 12:09:24 +0100 2014-12-25T12:09:24+01:00 4:15 https://hearthis.at/wonderboy-i8/notorious-big-can-i-get-witcha-wonderboy-remix/ 985496 no no Fri, 12 Dec 2014 18:48:09 +0100 2014-12-12T18:48:09+01:00 4:21 https://hearthis.at/wonderboy-i8/nwa-chin-check-wonderboy-remix/
[Ice Cube]
What the fuck's up, Dre?

[Dr. Dre]
You tell me, you talk to Ren

[MC Ren]
I'm right here nigga
Release the hound

[Snoop Dogg]
Bow wow wow

[Ice Cube]
I'm a nigga wit an attitude thanks to y'all
And I don't give a fuck I keep it gangsta y'all
I'mma ride for my side in the C.P.T
God bless the memory of Eazy-E
If it wasn't for me where the fuck you'd be
Rapping like the Treacherous Three, fucking cowards
I'd have seen Dre rocking parties for hours
And I'd have seen Ren fucking bitches from Howard
And I'd have seen Snoop give away Eddie Bauer's
So fuck Jerry Heller and the white superpowers

[MC Ren]
This the shit niggas kill for
They hear the villain niggas spitting with them nigga flows
Fuck you hoes, fuck you bitch-ass niggas too
Got something for you broke
These niggas wearing skirts like the pope
Who them niggas that you love to get
Who them niggas that you fuckin' with
Love the girl that weed and shit
The saga continues with the worlds most dangerous group
Four deep in the coup

[Refrain]
I'mma smoke where I wanna smoke, fuck that
I'mma choke who I wanna choke, fuck that
I'mma ride where I wanna ride, fuck that
Cause I'mma nigga for life, so I'mma nigga til I diz-ie

[Dr. Dre]
A pencil, a pen, or a Glock
I'm the original, subliminal, subterranean
Titanium, criminal minded, swift
D-R-E with that fuck a bitch shit
A couple of notes and get you hog-tied in rope
Dope like tons of coke, cutthroat
You don't want the pistols to whistle
Candy paint Impala
I make hoes pop collars

[Snoop Dogg]
God damn hoes, here we go again
Fucking with Ren, playing to win
He got the, coke in hen
I got the, juice and gin
Same shit you was fucking with way back then
We keep it cracking from the acting to the jacking
G'ed up C'ed up motherfucker blaze the weed up
We all on deck fool so put your heat up
I stay on deck so me don't get wet

[Ice Cube]
Look my nigga, we can scatter like buckshots
Let's get together, make a record, why the fuck not

[MC Ren]
Why the fuck not

[Dr. Dre]
Why the fuck not

[Snoop Dogg]
Why the fuck not

[Ice Cube]
Cause I'm tight as the night
I had to wipe activator off the mic, in 1985

[Snoop Dogg]
Real niggas, biatch, you know, ha hah

[Ice Cube]
We cause tragedy, erratically
Systematically in your house without a key
How fucked up that'd be
Gat'll be near your anatomy, my form of flattery

[Dr. Dre]
Assault and battery, cause we coming with that street mentality
Straight west coast rider academy
Concrete nigga, that's my reality

[Snoop Dogg]
We tend to bust on niggas that get mad at me

[Dr. Dre]
Was it a bitch in the mix

[Snoop Dogg]
Well it had to be

[Dr. Dre]
Lying tricks told them dicks I had a key
Hoes make the world harder than it have to be]]>
[Ice Cube]
What the fuck's up, Dre?

[Dr. Dre]
You tell me, you talk to Ren

[MC Ren]
I'm right here nigga
Release the hound

[Snoop Dogg]
Bow wow wow

[Ice Cube]
I'm a nigga wit an attitude thanks to y'all
And I don't give a fuck I keep it gangsta y'all
I'mma ride for my side in the C.P.T
God bless the memory of Eazy-E
If it wasn't for me where the fuck you'd be
Rapping like the Treacherous Three, fucking cowards
I'd have seen Dre rocking parties for hours
And I'd have seen Ren fucking bitches from Howard
And I'd have seen Snoop give away Eddie Bauer's
So fuck Jerry Heller and the white superpowers

[MC Ren]
This the shit niggas kill for
They hear the villain niggas spitting with them nigga flows
Fuck you hoes, fuck you bitch-ass niggas too
Got something for you broke
These niggas wearing skirts like the pope
Who them niggas that you love to get
Who them niggas that you fuckin' with
Love the girl that weed and shit
The saga continues with the worlds most dangerous group
Four deep in the coup

[Refrain]
I'mma smoke where I wanna smoke, fuck that
I'mma choke who I wanna choke, fuck that
I'mma ride where I wanna ride, fuck that
Cause I'mma nigga for life, so I'mma nigga til I diz-ie

[Dr. Dre]
A pencil, a pen, or a Glock
I'm the original, subliminal, subterranean
Titanium, criminal minded, swift
D-R-E with that fuck a bitch shit
A couple of notes and get you hog-tied in rope
Dope like tons of coke, cutthroat
You don't want the pistols to whistle
Candy paint Impala
I make hoes pop collars

[Snoop Dogg]
God damn hoes, here we go again
Fucking with Ren, playing to win
He got the, coke in hen
I got the, juice and gin
Same shit you was fucking with way back then
We keep it cracking from the acting to the jacking
G'ed up C'ed up motherfucker blaze the weed up
We all on deck fool so put your heat up
I stay on deck so me don't get wet

[Ice Cube]
Look my nigga, we can scatter like buckshots
Let's get together, make a record, why the fuck not

[MC Ren]
Why the fuck not

[Dr. Dre]
Why the fuck not

[Snoop Dogg]
Why the fuck not

[Ice Cube]
Cause I'm tight as the night
I had to wipe activator off the mic, in 1985

[Snoop Dogg]
Real niggas, biatch, you know, ha hah

[Ice Cube]
We cause tragedy, erratically
Systematically in your house without a key
How fucked up that'd be
Gat'll be near your anatomy, my form of flattery

[Dr. Dre]
Assault and battery, cause we coming with that street mentality
Straight west coast rider academy
Concrete nigga, that's my reality

[Snoop Dogg]
We tend to bust on niggas that get mad at me

[Dr. Dre]
Was it a bitch in the mix

[Snoop Dogg]
Well it had to be

[Dr. Dre]
Lying tricks told them dicks I had a key
Hoes make the world harder than it have to be]]> 985498 no no Thu, 20 Nov 2014 17:15:56 +0100 2014-11-20T17:15:56+01:00 3:45 https://hearthis.at/wonderboy-i8/ice-cube-ft-dr-dre-mc-ren-hello-wonderboy-remix/
[Ice Cube]
Look at these Niggas With Attitudes
Look at these Niggas With Attitudes
Look at these Niggas With Attitudes
Look at these Niggas With Attitudes (Hello)

[Dr. Dre]
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? (Hello)

[MC Ren]
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? (Hello)

[Ice Cube]
The motherfuckin world is a ghetto
Full of magazines, full clips, and heavy metal
When the smoke settle..
I'm just lookin for a big yellow;
In six inch stilletos
Dr. Dre {Hello..} perculatin keep em waitin
While you sittin here hatin, yo' bitch is hyperventilatin'
Hopin that we penetratin, you gets natin
Cause I never been to Satan, for hardcore administratin
Gangbang affiliatin; MC Ren'll have you
Wildin off a zone and a whole half a gallon
{Get to dialin..} 9 1 1 emergency
{And you can tell em..} It's my son he's hurtin me
{And he's a felon..} On parole for robbery
Ain't no coppin a plea, ain't no stoppin a G
I'm in the 6 you got to hop in the 3, company monopoly
You handle shit sloppily I drop a ki properly
They call me the Don Dada
Pop a collar, drop a dollar if you hear me you can holla
Even rottweilers, follow, the Impala
Wanna talk about this concrete? Nigga I'm a scholar
The incredible, hetero-sexual, credible
Beg a ho, let it go, dick ain't edible
Nigga ain't federal, I plan shit
While you hand picked motherfuckers givin up transcripts

Look at these Niggas With Attitudes
Look at these Niggas With Attitudes {Hello..}

I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello..}

[Dr. Dre]
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get?

[MC Ren]
Villain blows up yo' spot
Take yo' notebook yo' bitch and yo' Glock
This motherfucker thought the coochie had a padlock
You slapped her ass that's alarmin
Cause she want my Worm like Carmen
We chin check niggas, them thin check niggas
Run trains on golddiggers beware these fo' niggas
Scarin motherfuckers like Steven King flicks
Makin' niggas clear the room like a dyke fleein' dick
Makin 2nd II None shit, nigga like Quik
So when I bomb first nigga who you rollin with?
Fuck that ice on your wrist, fuck yo' fine ass bitch
Cause you could lose it in a tussle nigga watch me hustle
Watch niggas kiss my ass without flexin a muscle
Bitches - all in the back they knees waitin to buckle
Same time same channel don't change the dial
Niggaz4Life, fuckin your wife, these niggas wild {Hello..}

I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello..}

[Ice Cube]
I started this gangsta shit
And this the muh'fuckin thanks I get? {Hello..}

[Dr. Dre]
Did I fall off? Got you in your room
Rippin every "Chronic" poster on your wall off
Just cause I put away the sawed off
Now I got you sittin back with a smirk;
Listenin with your arms crossed
Questionin Dre's credibility {What?}
Wondering if it's still in me to produce hits;
Y'all be killin me
As if I need to make mo' - I got a mansion
And six cars that are paid fo' - suck my dick! {Hello..}
We came a long way from not givin a fuck
Sellin tapes out of a trunk to movin this far up
Now we got the whole world starstruck
Made a million plus and still don't give a motherfuck
Motherfucker I'm Dre - I don't need your respect
I don't need to make another album bitch I don't gotta do shit
I do it because I want to not to stay in the game
Fuck the fame, I'm still stayin the same, lil' bitch! {Hello..}

I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello..}

[MC Ren]
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello..}

[Ice Cube]
Look at these Niggas With Attitudes
Look at these Niggas With Attitudes {Hello..}

Look at these Niggas With Attitudes
Look at these Niggas With Attitudes
Look at these Niggas With Attitudes
Look at these Niggas With Attitudes
Look at these Niggas With Attitudes
Look at these Niggas With Attitudes..]]>
[Ice Cube]
Look at these Niggas With Attitudes
Look at these Niggas With Attitudes
Look at these Niggas With Attitudes
Look at these Niggas With Attitudes (Hello)

[Dr. Dre]
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? (Hello)

[MC Ren]
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? (Hello)

[Ice Cube]
The motherfuckin world is a ghetto
Full of magazines, full clips, and heavy metal
When the smoke settle..
I'm just lookin for a big yellow;
In six inch stilletos
Dr. Dre {Hello..} perculatin keep em waitin
While you sittin here hatin, yo' bitch is hyperventilatin'
Hopin that we penetratin, you gets natin
Cause I never been to Satan, for hardcore administratin
Gangbang affiliatin; MC Ren'll have you
Wildin off a zone and a whole half a gallon
{Get to dialin..} 9 1 1 emergency
{And you can tell em..} It's my son he's hurtin me
{And he's a felon..} On parole for robbery
Ain't no coppin a plea, ain't no stoppin a G
I'm in the 6 you got to hop in the 3, company monopoly
You handle shit sloppily I drop a ki properly
They call me the Don Dada
Pop a collar, drop a dollar if you hear me you can holla
Even rottweilers, follow, the Impala
Wanna talk about this concrete? Nigga I'm a scholar
The incredible, hetero-sexual, credible
Beg a ho, let it go, dick ain't edible
Nigga ain't federal, I plan shit
While you hand picked motherfuckers givin up transcripts

Look at these Niggas With Attitudes
Look at these Niggas With Attitudes {Hello..}

I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello..}

[Dr. Dre]
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get?

[MC Ren]
Villain blows up yo' spot
Take yo' notebook yo' bitch and yo' Glock
This motherfucker thought the coochie had a padlock
You slapped her ass that's alarmin
Cause she want my Worm like Carmen
We chin check niggas, them thin check niggas
Run trains on golddiggers beware these fo' niggas
Scarin motherfuckers like Steven King flicks
Makin' niggas clear the room like a dyke fleein' dick
Makin 2nd II None shit, nigga like Quik
So when I bomb first nigga who you rollin with?
Fuck that ice on your wrist, fuck yo' fine ass bitch
Cause you could lose it in a tussle nigga watch me hustle
Watch niggas kiss my ass without flexin a muscle
Bitches - all in the back they knees waitin to buckle
Same time same channel don't change the dial
Niggaz4Life, fuckin your wife, these niggas wild {Hello..}

I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello..}

[Ice Cube]
I started this gangsta shit
And this the muh'fuckin thanks I get? {Hello..}

[Dr. Dre]
Did I fall off? Got you in your room
Rippin every "Chronic" poster on your wall off
Just cause I put away the sawed off
Now I got you sittin back with a smirk;
Listenin with your arms crossed
Questionin Dre's credibility {What?}
Wondering if it's still in me to produce hits;
Y'all be killin me
As if I need to make mo' - I got a mansion
And six cars that are paid fo' - suck my dick! {Hello..}
We came a long way from not givin a fuck
Sellin tapes out of a trunk to movin this far up
Now we got the whole world starstruck
Made a million plus and still don't give a motherfuck
Motherfucker I'm Dre - I don't need your respect
I don't need to make another album bitch I don't gotta do shit
I do it because I want to not to stay in the game
Fuck the fame, I'm still stayin the same, lil' bitch! {Hello..}

I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello..}

[MC Ren]
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello..}

[Ice Cube]
Look at these Niggas With Attitudes
Look at these Niggas With Attitudes {Hello..}

Look at these Niggas With Attitudes
Look at these Niggas With Attitudes
Look at these Niggas With Attitudes
Look at these Niggas With Attitudes
Look at these Niggas With Attitudes
Look at these Niggas With Attitudes..]]> 985499 no no Thu, 20 Nov 2014 14:06:47 +0100 2014-11-20T14:06:47+01:00 4:13 https://hearthis.at/wonderboy-i8/nas-made-you-look-wonderboy-remix/
[Verse 1]
Now let's get it all in perspective
For all y'all enjoyment, a song y'all can step with
Y'all appointed me to bring rap justice
But I ain't five-O, y'all know it's Nas, yo
Grey Goose and a whole lotta hydro
Only describe us as soldier survivors
Stay laced in the best, well dressed
With finesse in a white tee, looking for wifey
Thug girl who fly and talks so nicely
Put her in the coupe so she can feel the nice breeze
We can drive thru the city no doubt
But don't say my car's topless, say the titties is out
Newness here's the anthem
Put your hand up that you shoot with, count your loot with
Push the pool stick in your new crib
Same hand that you hoop with, swing around like you stu-pid
King of the town? Yeah, I been that
You know I click-clack, where you and your mens at
Do the Smurf, do the Wop, Baseball Bat
Rooftop like we bringing '88 back

[Hook]
They shooting – aw, made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Getting big money, playboy your time's up
Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?

[Chorus]

Life's a bitch and then you die
That's why we get high
Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a bitch and then you die
That's why we puff lye
Cause you never know when you're gonna go

[Verse 2]
This ain't rapping, this is Street Hop
Now get up off your ass, like your seat's hot
My live niggas, lit up the reefer
Trunk of the car, we got the streetsweeper
Don't start none, won't be none, no reason for your mans
To panic, you don't wanna see no ambulances
Knock a pimp's drink down in his pimp cup
That's the way you get Timberland'd up
Let the music diffuse all the tension
Baller convention, free admission
Hustlers, dealers and killers can move swift
Girls get close, you can feel where the tool's kept
All my just-coming homies, parolees
Get money, leave the beef alone slowly
Get out my face, you people so phoney
Pull out my waist, the eagle four-forty

[Chorus]

Life's a bitch and then you die
That's why we get high
Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a bitch and then you die
That's why we puff lye
Cause you never know when you're gonna go

[Verse 3]
I see niggas running, yo, my mood is real rude
I lay you out, show you what steel do
Mobsters don't box, my pump shot obliges
Every invitation to fight you punk asses
Like Pun said, you ain't even en mi clasa
Maybach Benz, back seat, TV plasma
Ladies looking for athletes or rappers
Whatever you choose, whatever you do
Make sure he a thug and intelligent too
Like a real thoroughbred is, show me love
Let me feel how the head is
Females whose the sexiest is always the nastiest

[Outro]
And I like a little sassiness, a lotta class
Mommy reach in your bag, pass the fifth
I'm a leader at last, this a don you with
My nines'll spit, niggas lose consciousness
]]>
[Verse 1]
Now let's get it all in perspective
For all y'all enjoyment, a song y'all can step with
Y'all appointed me to bring rap justice
But I ain't five-O, y'all know it's Nas, yo
Grey Goose and a whole lotta hydro
Only describe us as soldier survivors
Stay laced in the best, well dressed
With finesse in a white tee, looking for wifey
Thug girl who fly and talks so nicely
Put her in the coupe so she can feel the nice breeze
We can drive thru the city no doubt
But don't say my car's topless, say the titties is out
Newness here's the anthem
Put your hand up that you shoot with, count your loot with
Push the pool stick in your new crib
Same hand that you hoop with, swing around like you stu-pid
King of the town? Yeah, I been that
You know I click-clack, where you and your mens at
Do the Smurf, do the Wop, Baseball Bat
Rooftop like we bringing '88 back

[Hook]
They shooting – aw, made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Getting big money, playboy your time's up
Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?

[Chorus]

Life's a bitch and then you die
That's why we get high
Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a bitch and then you die
That's why we puff lye
Cause you never know when you're gonna go

[Verse 2]
This ain't rapping, this is Street Hop
Now get up off your ass, like your seat's hot
My live niggas, lit up the reefer
Trunk of the car, we got the streetsweeper
Don't start none, won't be none, no reason for your mans
To panic, you don't wanna see no ambulances
Knock a pimp's drink down in his pimp cup
That's the way you get Timberland'd up
Let the music diffuse all the tension
Baller convention, free admission
Hustlers, dealers and killers can move swift
Girls get close, you can feel where the tool's kept
All my just-coming homies, parolees
Get money, leave the beef alone slowly
Get out my face, you people so phoney
Pull out my waist, the eagle four-forty

[Chorus]

Life's a bitch and then you die
That's why we get high
Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a bitch and then you die
That's why we puff lye
Cause you never know when you're gonna go

[Verse 3]
I see niggas running, yo, my mood is real rude
I lay you out, show you what steel do
Mobsters don't box, my pump shot obliges
Every invitation to fight you punk asses
Like Pun said, you ain't even en mi clasa
Maybach Benz, back seat, TV plasma
Ladies looking for athletes or rappers
Whatever you choose, whatever you do
Make sure he a thug and intelligent too
Like a real thoroughbred is, show me love
Let me feel how the head is
Females whose the sexiest is always the nastiest

[Outro]
And I like a little sassiness, a lotta class
Mommy reach in your bag, pass the fifth
I'm a leader at last, this a don you with
My nines'll spit, niggas lose consciousness
]]> 985501 no no Mon, 17 Nov 2014 12:21:48 +0100 2014-11-17T12:21:48+01:00 4:45