The Neptunes Album

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[Intro: Pharrell Williams]
Whachu say your name was?
Well um, lookin real sexy right now
You and your girls, are lookin good
Look why don't y'all take off y'all jackets
What's your name baby? word? okay
Tell your friend right there this, this my man Busta

[Verse: Busta Rhymes]
Hah, I know you starving for this shit
Baby I'm feeling your hunger
I'm so clean call a nigga Felix Ungar
So what if I said it baby I'm still gon' tell ya
I hope your ass bigger than Willona and Thelma
Listen, it's Busta Rhymes bitch I ain't never fail ya
Your ass all over like paraphernalia, hmm
See the police gon jail ya
For walking around wit the kind of ass that'll kill ya now
Don't worry bout it I got money to bill ya
Shorty stacking like a mule, type of shit that'll scare ya
Headboard bang, bump the side of ya head
Watch how ya ass spread spill all off the side of the bed now, hmm
Now whachu do to the dread? baby your ass really changed
What he initially said because a nigga dead
But fuck em! cause now we vibing and talking and shit
I love to hear your ass go (ga ga goon) when you walking and shit

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
Move girl like your ass on fire - like your ass on fire
Move girl like your ass on fire - like your ass on fire
Move girl I'll light your ass on fire - I'll light your ass on fire
Move girl I'll light your ass on fire - Bitch I'll light that ass on fire
Move girl I'll light your ass on fire

[Verse: Busta Rhymes]
Bust it, baby I know you probably really
Need a table cloth to cover your ass
Digging in your pocket while you rubbing yo ass
Shit so big just put the club in yo ass
Prep the H2 park it right infront of yo ass
I see your little gap between your cunt and yo ass
And make you jump inside the whip and smoke a blunt wit yo ass
I'm saying hmm, the shit'll spread like a rash
The way they ass wiggles see I got the shit on a smash now listen
I light the L smell a wiff of the hash
And bag all the bitches, now watch you see me zip in a flash
I'm saying hmm, now I'm a put you on blast
Just like a tint window when you put your shit on the glass
Bust right through the window then it sit on the dash
And have a nigga driving wreckless till you making him crash
(Hah, c'mon) we making money and shit
Now pop your muffin while we be watching you shaking your shit

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
Welcome to hot in Hazyville
It make you wanna dance till you break your heels
I know you love the way the God make your feel
Now watch me get deeper than a Navy Seal (Navy Seal?)
It got a crazy feel, shit feel like you in a danger field
Hypnotize, stuck it in her, daze for real
That's exactly why we call this one Hazyville (Hazyville)

[Verse: Busta Rhymes]
Baby, just shake ya ass till you spread on the floor
I noticed that your ass too big for your draws
You need a - a chiropractor just to marry yo ass
To tell the truth you need a tractor just to carry yo ass
Fo reala, you motherfuckers probably think that I'm playing
All bitches love to talk and all that other shit I be saying
And going hmm, see how you putting it down
I love the way you shake it throw it around!

[Chorus]

f/ Ab-Liva, Clipse

[Pharrell]
Nigga, put down ya beer and - snatch up ya chair 'n
A lot of clak up, clak up, street clearin'
First the firing then the siren you'll be hearin'
Your man gotta few heartbeat left they fearin'

[Chorus - Pharrell]
It's me or you, or them or us
Lost to what, them things gon' bust
Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
I clear the land, "In God We Trust" nigga
It's the blaze of glory, the blaze of glory
You come in here for these niggaz, the blaze of glory
The blaze of glory, the blaze of glory
You come in here for these niggaz, the blaze of glory

[Pusha T]
EGHCK! fuck ya crews and, who ya choosin'
Critics and news, and all their reviews
The watch jeweled and, VS jewels with
Different hews, of rogues or blues
The street movement, that I move wit
"Hurri"s the "cane" like Miami U
Ya niggaz foolin', whatcha doin
Obviously, you ain't got a clue
It's the blaze of glory
I'm killer in the clutch, like the Lakers' Horry
Wit four seconds left, rappers can't ignore me
Quit stepping on my heel
You fuckers riding my flow, like I'm your training wheels, ugh!
Mind over matter, SL blacker
Sunny days, I might if to think he can't ROOF!
You niggaz fishin, well wishin
Lotta rhyme but still missin' the vision, it's the blaze of glory

[Chorus]

[Ab-Liva]
Sheah, the blaze of glory, rewrite history
Turn pages for me, my story is epic
Hustle in my blood, my story is metric
Bring that O backwards I'm feeling dyslexic
Grew up mis-directed, dark complected
Sometimes no electric, it was hectic
It was harsh, I was awed, I was infected, neglected
At sixteen, I got connected like Tetris
Had the power to zone, turn powder to stone
In any beef, iron drept it, iron tested
Think back, I invested, I assessed it, I reflected
Think back, I was requested by God
I shall lead as I was directed
Demand to be king, I was selected a menacing thing
Defying the odds, the fire with arms
A tyrants evolved, the tyrant is on, so run for ya weapon nigga!

[Chorus]

[Malice]
I'm for that hit rich quick shit, for that quick lick
For that quick Vick fucka, I ain't for the bullshit
I ain't for the small talk, strictly 'bout the ballpark
Figures on my numbers these niggaz is all talk
Niggaz is missin', out on life, I ain't hit him
I ain't sittin 'round thumb-twiddling, I ain't wishin'
No one could ever tell the Malicious I ain't livin'
The home town homies hate my name, I ain't trippin'
I don't retaliate, I don't hate, I obliv' 'em
J閟us 'round my neck, I'ma Christian, I forgive 'em
I was chosen to hold this throne
I held my own, ever since I held that zone
And served it, from all the days I heard mama's curses
Now I put it in verses, it was worth it
Don't let it hurt kid, push a pack, cook a crack
Whatever be the plate, motherfucka get the bank, uh!

f/ I-20, Ludacris

[Intro - Ludacris]
WOO! Ah, Disturbin Tha Peace in this muh'fucker mayynne
Just getting started
Ludacris, I-20, with the Neptunes
Go a lil' somethin like this.

[Chorus - Ludacris] + (Girl)
They wanna know why, I hit like that
Spit like that, shit like that
Maybe cause I, get like that
Kick like that, rip like that
They wanna know why, I rhyme like that
Shine like that, glime like that
Cause the world is, mine like that
(Yours like that?) Mine like that

[Verse 1 - Ludacris]
Maaan you could get your whole crew
Even niggaz that owe you, and paid you shit!
You could drink some cold brews
And throw on them bold shoes, and jump in the whip!
You could come and find us, and be right behind us
And insert the clips
You hear something go CLAK CLAK CLAK!!
Somebody went down! But it wasn't us
You could sell about 2 mill', get hooked wit a good deal
And start stacking dough
You could mo-biles, ride 20 inch big wheels
And collect some hoes
You could even start eating good, and smoking good
But you pressing your luck
And you say what? somebody went bankrupt?!
But it wasn't us

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Ludacris]
You could be going on worldwide tours
And see your face on every magazine
Or you could flip through channel after channel
And see yourself on the TV screen
You could pay for expensive videos
And have a whole lotta big booty hoes
But when that shit start coming to a close
Damn! but it wasn't us
You could use your backup plan and even call up your backup man
And start thinking quick!
You could call up the backup hoes
And even call us to backup hoes, and tell 'em "suck a dick!"
Then you tell 'em just to get on these
Or you tell 'em just to pay their fees, or to pay them dues
And if you catching them STDs!
Damn! then it wasn't us

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Infamous 2-0]
You could bring your whole squad and your bodyguard
Fuck it dog, you could bring ya block
But I got me a AK, and a couple of them SK's
So you all get shot
You could sell them hard, hard, that evil
And every nigga wanna smoke on the 'dro
And when the Fed's come and kick ya do', pick up ya hoe
I'm like "Whoa, it wasn't us"
You could even flip a whole brick, wit ya whole click
So everybody riding out on the Spree's
But you got you a problem dude, I got the robbin' crews
So everybody gotta get on they knees
You could even make a chained dog, do the main brawl
Even let her stay inside of ya crib
But the bitch got no choice, she love my voice
Now I put it way inside of her grills
You could even make a phone call, to ya road dogs
Here come the nigga that's fear in the south
Then you drive to a new tune, called the Neptunes
Well Pharrell would be hearing ya out
You could even try to blame me, cause ya whole crew framed me
But I'm still gon' bust
If the Fed's try to name me, how ya hate me
And uh, then it wasn't us

[Pharrell talking]

[Verse: Pharrell Williams]
Don't wanna sound full of myself or rude
But you ain't looking at no other dudes cause you love me
(I'm sorry but.. so sexy)
So you think about a chance
You find yourself trying to do my dance
Maybe cause you love me (Uh, you do it well)
So then we tried - think we should slow down
Because you weren't used to how fast we touched (fast we touched)
Then we locked eyes - and I knew I was in there
And I was gon' tear ya ass up (tear ya ass up)

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
I know that I'm carrying on, nevermind if I'm showing off
I was just frontin (you know I want ya babe)
I'm ready to bet it all, unless you don't care at all
But you know I want ya (you should stop frontin babe)

[Verse: Pharrell Williams]
Trying to be the best girlfriend you could be
But still you sneak and look at me, and girl I love it
Then you give your other girl a shove
Tell her you gon' calm her ass how it was
And she's gon love it (whoa-oh whoa, yeah yeah)
So then we tried - think we should slow down
Because you weren't used to how fast we touched (fast we touched)
Then we locked eyes - and I knew I was in there
And I was gon' tear ya ass up (tear ya ass up)

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
[J:] We got another one Pha-real [Pharrell]
[P:] Dance, ooooooh ooooh
[J:] I call you Pha-real cause you the truth, haha, Young! Great Hov!
[P:] Whoa-oh, oh ohhhh
[J:] Uh, yeah
[P:] Dance, ooooooh ooooh
[J:] Lemme talk to em
[P:] Whoa-oh, oh ohhhh
[J:] I'm a keep it real

[Verse: Jay-Z]
Everytime your name was brought up
I would act all nonchalant infront of an audience
Like if you was just another shorty I put the naughty on
But uh, truth be told you do me for a loop, this Hov
I'm too old to be frontin when I'm feeling Denzel
And you acting like you ain't appealing when you are
Stunting like you ain't my only girl when you are (I was just frontin)
I'm ready to stop when you are

[Chorus]

[Outro: Pharrell Williams]
Dance, ooooooh ooooh
Whoa-oh, oh ohhhh
Dance, ooooooh ooooh
Whoa-oh, oh ohhhh

feat. Vanessa Marquez

Hook
You just lost a good girl
good girl good girl
a good girl
you lost today
from such a good thing
good girl good girl
from such a good thing
you walked away

Verse 1
Thought I was your guiding light
your angel what did I know
was prepared to sacrifice my halo
I was bugging out
everybody come to me
telling me the things they seen
your girlfriend live for the love life
but that's alright if thats what you like

Hook repeats

Verse 2
How could mistake us having sex with making love
inside I'll never know
how can I believe you knew what real love was
It's real I said is so
everybody come to me
telling me the things they seen
your girlfriend live for the love life
but that's alright if thats what you like

Hook repeats

Bridge
I reminance you that morning
you held me close
said we could rewrite history
so how could you blow it
song has no notes so what will the angel sing
guess nothing

Verse 3
Thought I was over my life's biggest hurdle
but o no no no
it seems destined these arrangements circles that's how it goes
everybody come to me
telling me the things they seen
your girlfriend live for the love life
but that's alright if that's what you like

Hook repeats

Not really a jealous girl
my heart open doors to a place you can walk through
more precious than any girl
darling your best friend

f/ Nelly

[Intro - Nelly]
Dirty E & T
We All We Got
StarTracks on the G-M-B

[Verse 1]
I'm not the man sittin' next to the man
But I'm the man sittin' wonderin if I'ma ever see you again
If imma ever get the chance to hug and squeeze you again...
I swear I'll leave you again
You ain't gotta worry bout it (Woo)
Dirty is simple man
I run up on you, "man and all", I ain't no minute man
A G-4 headin' straight for Switzerland
Or independent 8-Mile down to Michigan
She so sit (man) an S-T-L Hottie
Aqua bottom demin
The flyest thang in the party
Baby last could it be Mo-Lotte?
Got mo' back than she got body (Eh!)
Fall back, get 'Cris and drin' it up
Tomorrow hit the mall
And 'Cris you d-it up
Credit card to the max
Come Back!
I re. it up
If I'm movin' too fast fo' ya
Hurry to speed it up
Or ease up, whichever one you prefer
We yellow diamonds or the whites
Whichever one you prefer
Cali we do the drop
New York we do the furr
Easy Coast West Coast whichever one you prefer!

[Chorus]
(If I could...)
Take you...
Around the world...
(Take you around that w-orld
Then shorty would you be my girl...)
Hey
(Would you be my?)
Buy you cars (Woo), credit cards (Woo)
Big jewelry with diamonds, girl
(Woo, would you still be my girl?)
Hey
(Would you be my?)

[Verse 2]
Not wit' me yet but I could have a rock
I'm a different kindda' balla' baby, feel or not (Feel or not)
Yea I'm a playa' and I crush a lot
I also puff a lot
But I'll stop if you fuss a lot
Err-thing I done done you ain't satisfied
And you don't wanna' answer to my "Who's?" and my "Why's?" (Eh)
Just loan me back my keys to my CL55
Better hurry the bus leave at 7:55 (55)
WE OFF THAT
Take you to the field, ma
Let you ride horse back
Yea I'm 50 miles from the arch and all that
But from the bedroom, balcony, you can see all that
I can see you pointin' now like
"What do you call that?"
Got all these damn cars
"Where the hell do ya' park at?"
We used to ask "What it cost?"
Now it ain't no more a'that
I made it so ya' own mama call ya "It's all crap"

[Chorus]
(If I could...)
Take you...
Around the world...
(Take you around that w-orld
Then shorty would you be my girl...)
Hey
(Would you be my?)
Buy you cars (Woo), credit cards (Woo)
Big jewelry with diamonds, girl
(Woo, would you still be my girl?)
Hey
(Would you be my?)

[Verse 3]
Take you (take you)
Girl if I couldn't
Take you (take you)
If I couldn't
Take you around the world
Tell me would you still be my girl?
If I couldn't
Take you (tale you)
Now way to
Take you (take you)
Girl if I couldn't
Take you around the world
Tell me would you still be my girl?

[Chorus - Repeat until fadeout]
(If I could...)
Take you...
Around the world...
(Take you around that w-orld
Then shorty would you be my girl...)
Hey
(Would you be my?)
Buy you cars (Woo), credit cards (Woo)
Big jewelry with diamonds, girl
(Woo, would you still be my girl?)
Hey

(Chorus: Rosco P. Coldchain) + (Pharrell)
Hey 'Rell this beat is.. (HOT!.. HOT!)
You know I keep a chrome, under seats and in the home
Without speaking you'll give me your chain
I'm Da Vinci, don't make me draw ya pain
They call me 'Sco, short for Rosco P. Coldchain
Hey 'Rell this beat is.. (HOT!)

(Verse 1: Pusha T)
It go hot waist - Desert taste
Four pounds of metal, triangle face
Hesi-tate - never, I'll put hole in whoever
Don't make Push' Russian Roulette ya
Gamble wit ya life
Change came from cocaine I've measured
White was the treasure, comfort was the steel
I pedal to the corner like a child on a big wheel
Flow more sicker, so much shake in the street
They measure my weight in Richter
Make no mistake, I rhyme for the public
But still I push weight that make the ghetto's quake
By all means I've seen I've lived
By 22 years old, 50 thousand dollar vehicles I rimmed
{*scratches*} My dreams start over the stove
I ran over the globe and back again

(Chorus)

(Verse 2: Rosco P. Coldchain)
Y'all niggas really ain't got a pot to piss in
Or a window to throw it out of
I'm filthy but you better believe I got over a stack in my pocket though
Iceberg on the seams of jeans? no!
I'm a Dickies and Timbs man, I'm not no Benz man
Delta '88 on rims man, wit mirror tint
And four of my most militant men whose trying to stay sucka free
That's why they hang around me, cause I ain't print
Left em for diamonds and pearls, I'm not no bitch
I choose a mack before that attached 100 shot clip
I scare the shit outta bank tellers so I can become rich
That's how I make my living, I give em encouragement, "you're doing great!"
Keep chillin while I'm flashing the glock in their face
I show em I can be appreciative, I tell em thanks for giving I'm sinning!
But the Lord knows I have three children
Now I'm somewhere in +Utah+ relaxing to +Jazz+ with a broad
Quarter mill in a stash, avoiding the law from far!

(Chorus)

(Verse 3: Boobonic)
I'm starting wit the man in the mirror
Mask need to make that change
That real doe, that point something paper
Like a 4.6 on a Range, new shit {*scratches*}
Look 'Bonic really been through shit
Pay close attention when Boo' spit
Uh, lack 'a that'll get you hit
And don't care who you'll come back through with, been around
Nigga front like he want his car spun around
Window drop block pop spin around
Niggaz stand up looking for 'em sit em down
And ya see em laid out
That's why when I was young I stayed out
And plus being pussy ya niggaz is played out
I made means to get that cream
We all playas all they say is how you get that team

(Chorus)

f/ Snoop Dogg

[Intro]
You should smokes with me

[Chorus]
The chronic's blowing
The chronic's blowing
The chronic's blowing
The chronic's blowing (It blows my mind)

[Verse 1 - Snoop Dogg]
Blowing chronic to me, it's like a tradition to me
I got the pi-doun, so sit down and listen to me
Don't go against me fool, go wit me
We could blow it all together like Bobby Brown and Whitney
Yeah, we got something in common
They could search a nigga, but they never finding my bomb and
I got the stash, spot, my cash got
Lot of motherfuckas pulling, police shots
I'm not "The One" nigga you could call me "The Two"
Bob Marley reincarnated, pupils dialated
Emancipated, concentrated, debated, rated many times
You suprised how I made it, huh?
You hate it, huh, but you know, I ain't even trippin
I'm spliting that Swisha up, plotting on the come up
I'm living my life, and never putting my gun up
Dranking my drink, and I'ma smoke that blunt

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Snoop Dogg]
The greener the tree, the better the bud
The strength of the branch, will tell you how chronic it was
I'm - buzzing high, sliding, slippin
Gotcha listening to Snoop and now you feel like you crippin
It's all to the good, the dash is wood
You got some hoes in ya truck and now ya ready to fuck
But, they frontin and fakin, and time is waistin
She don't wanna give ya number now she hollin at Jason
Now don't get mad, just roll to the pad
And keep a G on the bitch and roll another dub bag
(My nigga) light that shit, hit that bitch
Then past it to ya homie like playa, pimp (blaze that bitch)
And when you get dizzone, crack the do'
And let me get a little snizzle
'Cause ain't no fun, if the homies can't get none
Puff, puff, pass my nigga, one lizza

[Chorus]

[Bridge x2]
Do you wanna smoke wit me (Do you wanna?)
Come and keep me company
Baby come and fuck with me
You should smokes with me

[Verse 3 - Snoop Dogg]
It's the diabolical, chronical, mythological
Psychological, make a model hoe, fuck a G
Pre-medical, steady slow those, ready can get it
Teacher taught it to those with mind apparatus
My status has been the baddest ever since I intro'd
I'm that nigga that brought y'all the info
On the Chucks, French braids, and endo
Big Snoop Dogg with the fog on the window
Spell ya name in it, put ya face in it
And hang with the nigga with the gang bang spinach
Drag it, blunt wrap it, or zig-zag it
Don't really matter even if it's in the package
Put it to the side, so when ya boy hit the Eastside
I'm look for the firefied cheefa
Aiyyo Pharrell, gimme that VA discount
I'm tryna bounce wit the whole ounce (smoke me out)

[Chorus]

[Bridge x2]

[Hook]
Do ya, do ya, do ya, do ya, do ya
Do you think that you could fuck with we (Star Trak)
(Yeah Pharrell this that shit right here)
And BBC - nigga

[Chorus x2] + {*Snoop ad-libs*}

[Outro - Snoop Dogg]
Dranking our drank
Ya dig what I'm sayin?
We ain't gon' never sing
We gon' still flow
Cause we always hit the right note
(It blows my mind)
That's real shit, Pharrell you my loc'
And that's for life my nigga
Haha, Gangsta Gumpo
Neptunes, Star Trak
(It blows my mind)
Billionaire Boys Club, DPG
Doggy Style Records, ooh wee
(It blows my mind)..

feat. Spymob

Pedaling around
My head's facing down
Watching specs in the road
whiz by before my eyes

Take a two hour break to watch Nasfaratu
the old German vampire, with the blinds closed
When the credits hit, turn it off
and hit the streets of 4 PM once again

Pedaling around
Humidity's down
No longer curling my hair
so I stop off for a fountain drink

I pretend it's a beer with a citrus after-taste
and I wave hello to a guy I know
but he can't recall my name
even though he once told me I was the most
talented person that he'd ever met

Pedaling around
My head's facing down
Listening to the tires on the asphalt below
Wondering just how hot oozing tar would have to be
to melt them
Just to play it safe, I steer around
the small patches of that black, goopy stuff
but I do enjoy a deep inhale as I roll on by

Pedaling around
My head's facing down
Sweaty bangs in my eyes

Half steering, half eating ice cream

[No lyrics]

f/ Clipse

[Intro: Shay] + (Pharrell)
We gotta win (yeah) we gotta win (yeah)
We gotta wi-in (we gotta win)
We gotta win (yeah) cause I'm a win (yeah)
(Spymob vocalist: yeah yeah) (We gotta win)
We gotta win (yeah) we gotta win (yeah)
We gotta wi-in (we gotta win)
See I'm a win, I'm a win

[Chorus: Spymob vocalist & Pharrell] + (Shay)
We will not be the losers (losers)
We won't won't leave till our job is done (noo)
We will not be the losers (losers)
Sorry but we're not the ones, yeah!

[Verse 1: Pharrell & Spymob vocalist] + (Shay)
I will have my eyes focused plant my feet on the ground
I will run through the middle and lay them all down
I'm the carrier of the torch to make my path I will burn
The world (yeah) must learn

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Pharrell Williams]
I know they are coming to do what they can
I'll stab 'em and smash them, I'll face them like a man
I know I must face my country, I have to face my town
So I can't, let them down

[Pusha T] + (Pharrell)
Look at me runnin', endzone I'm comin
One's on my back I be floatin' (Ah)
The stadium loud, my mother be proud
Her eyes is teary, she chokin' (Aaah)
We did this for who? the ones who were true
Supporting this dream that I'm livin' (Aaah)
And for my squad, the whole nine yards
The name of my team I'm defending

[Malice] + (Pharrell)
Sometimes it seems all wrong, I won't stop till it's all gone
As I leap for the long bomb (Aaah)
You know me, number fo' fo'
Blast through life, running back but in slow mo' (Aaah)
I'm a veteran, prize to the better man
Just like the medal lands, ran like I never ran (Aaah)
In this game of life, we gon' play ball
Us against them, we gon' lay them all

[Shay]
We will not be the losers
We won't won't leave till our job is done

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Pharrell] + (Spymob vocalist)
I'm prepared to go the distance and battle to the end
I will fight through the twilight to see my family again
But the desert is so cloudy and it is hard to see
There's chance that, and that chance is me (Yeah!)

[Outro: Shay]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah!
Cause I'ma win, 'cause I'ma win
Cause I'ma wi-in
Cause I'ma win, 'cause I'ma win
Cause I'ma win, 'cause I'ma win
Cause I'ma wi-in

f/ Fam-Lay

[Verse 1: Fam-Lay]
Hmmm...yes sirrrrrr
Rock and roll, man roll and rock
I got tens, got twentys, got fifty blocks
I got smoke to buy, coke for sale
Sold much coke, got coke in jail
In the white Rolls Royce with my man Pharrell
This lil' nigga got beats too fresh to be stale
But I'ma take you back to the early eighties
When my cousin Stacey had the pearl Mercedes
My aunt cousin Wack had the black on black
Ac' coupe Legend with the gold in the back
I was just a lil' young'n runnin' wild as hell
Runnin' round wild trynta get that mail
Lil' shorty dudes trynta learn the grooves
I was twelve years old brought it to the school
Cause I was quick to flip, quick to sell that shit
You ain't from the hood, y'all don't know bout this

[Hook 1]
But if you feel me, throw your bows up (Star Track)
Try to set up shop get glowed up
Hey, I'm the candyman, I got mo' than frozen cups
I got your chop top sour diesel roll-ups
Fam! we can roll up (Star Track)
But Fam! don't try to roll up (Star Track)
Don't make me pull these motherfuckin' fo's up
Cause it's like that

[Verse 2: Fam-Lay]
The fiends is dyin', things is lyin'
Missin' on the streets, so the fiends is still buyin'
Right on time and money on the mind and
On them twenty-fo's, them bit-ches straight shinin'
But y'all niggaz don't know bout this
Fresh new kicks with the new outfit
Got the all black top with the black on black
You ever see me creepin, just back on back
Cause I got that pump and it is gon' spit
I ain't no punk and I ain't no snitch
From a place on Earth called Huntersville
Where people out there got love for real
Got love for all who got love for me
If a coward ever ran then it wasn't me
I'll be on the curb movin' dubs and d's
And if you ever bought a dub then it was for me
I ever get caught then it was to be
I'ma just make bail by my cousin E
Back on the Porsche with the mobile phone
Like eleven in the mornin' them hoes to go home
Trynta score and get this shit off quick
You ain't from the hood, y'all don't know bout this

[Hook 1]

[Hook 2]
Aww shit, this is the part when the fight just start
When the fists get to swingin' and the four-fifths spark
And then the bitches get to runnin' and the bitch just scream
And we spin off in Rolls and it's so damn clean

[Verse 3: Fam-Lay]
I stand on my block, the cam on the spot
My hands in my pocket, both hammers is cocked
Waitin' for a nigga to just act up
My right hand big six, got my bait back up
Niggaz lookin' all jealous, lookin' mad as hell
Actin' like lil' girls, like tattle-tales
Mad cause my right hand bad as hell
I would've kept shootin', but I had a sale
See, I'm a crime boss three sixty-five
Lookin' for a Nina Ross, she just can ride
Picked up my cash and slide all sweet
Nigga tried to snatch ass, knocked his heart off beat
Nigga talk trash like the shit all sweet
Wont'cha all take the cash dogg, not off me
Hustlin's in my veins - you cannot stop it
Walkin' on the block with life in my pocket
I'm trynta score and get this shit off quick
You ain't from the ghetto, y'all don't know bout this

[Hook 1]

f/ Jadakiss, Super Cat

[Intro: Super Cat]
Well hear Dis!
Original Dan die hearted dog heart
Haffi put de old iron pon dem
Me cyaan live inna no peace ca de whole a dem
Informer dem an dem a cause problem
Chop It!

[Chorus: Super Cat]
Koo mama koo mama ma koo saw
Dem nah go do me like dem do mi friend Tenor Saw
Mama koo mama koo mama ma koo Saw
Dem nah go do me like dem do mi friend Big Poppa
Aay! A wha dem fa me sey a wha dem a do yah
Ba a nuff a dem me hear sey dem a born gangsta
Ba a when me check it out de whole a dem a poser
Oonu tell dem dem wi run up inna wi Bushmaster
Boys! Perplex de flex an man a go queeze de trigger

[Verse 1: Super Cat]
Sey dem a shotta dem a shotta - Man a straight shoota
An straighter den de guy weh clap Martin Luther
For murda is a word weh some a dem only heard a
Oonu tell dem a de Rappa Dappa Dan dem a falla
Oonu tell dem Mr. Cat a DanceHall Emperor
Oonu tell dem Rappa Dan a Ram Dance Master
An inna de dancehall a music me charged fa, sing!

[Chorus]

[Bridge: Super Cat]
When De Don of Dons put de ting pon dem
Original Don of Dons put de ting pon dem
Original Don of Dons put de ting pon dem
De Don of Dons put de ting pon dem
Because me cyaan live inna no peace ca de whole a dem
Informer dem an dem a cause problem
Carry mi name gone a station to superinten
Sey de Rappa Dappa bustin up a Mack 10

[Verse 2: Super Cat]
Sey de Rappa Dappa causing pure problem
From New York City to de clock a Big Ben
De whole world a shout de Rappa Dan come again
Tell dem true gangsta never have no need fe pretend
A bag a duppy men dem men deh send a Maypen
So bad bull inna Pen a Man nuh fraid a none a dem
Fa man a leaf a root a man a branch an stem
Car wha me luv sey dat a Mercedes Benz

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
Uh, you know me, K-I-S-S, Kiss of Death
LP soon come for ya, bless bless
I don't give a fuck about ya rock size
Nigga my guns is grandfather clocksize
The Winchester, the Thompson, the Bushmaster
They it, break something off and they push past ya
And you know they say, that it's better to kill 'em than rob 'em
Cause informers are problems, set 'em in water you could dissolve 'em
Cause it's a rat in every hood and everybody knows em
To whom it may, I'm the Don Jada
Specialize in purple haze, cocaine in the Mon-tega
Arm, leg, leg, arm, head, probly get nice
When I'm be-yond dead, get ya shit tight
You dudes is bitch, wear 'em if ya shoes'll fit
The game ain't changed, the rules just switched

(Intro - Pharrel)
Malice saying we to hot
New verses please
c'mon!

(Chorus - Pharrel)
Hot Damn, its a new day
Hot Damn, but them boys want the (money man)
hooooo, hooooo
hooooo, Hot Damn

(Verse 1 - Malice)
My how the boys grow?
From roaming low into homes
To homes of his own
No catching up he's in a whole nother zone
Still true to his roots
Stay close to the chrome
Haters stay clear of him
Ya'll stay in cheer for him
Got up out the game and over came
Lets hear it for him
Keep a new toy so I wonder how good
Im not enjoying life im reliving my childhood
Big chain monster, whip game bonkers
Monster truck remind him of tonka
Diamond M colour plush gold still gutter
My deal is in the mills,
Motherf**ker and I aint stutter
Bitter sweet, my lifes a musical
From holding nose to roles gold
The lords beautiful
Before him im to shame to show my face
But shes so mean can't help but to fall off the race
Motherf**ker

(Chorus - Pharrel)
Hot Damn, its a new day
Hot Damn, but them boys want the (money man)

(Verse 2 - Ab-Liva)
Hot Damn, when the white hit the pen it
Twist and it tumbles, it
Flips and it fumbles, I
Mix it like gumbo, I
Pitch it so suttle, I
Keep hustle so pother feds I got'em wondering (wondering)
What happened to that boy?
Six maneuver, how to slip into that toy
Is it the pimp the crook a hustler thing?
The man the music the making the king
Constantly builded by me
A million men marching like Calling them the king kong
The verse making the world sing
My hearts on the sleeve-a
ya'll basically just like my opinion
The bars hoping the sun shines on them
But you still gotta watch the phonies
Watch your homies, we (*gunshots) got you homie

(Chorus - Pharrel)
Hot Damn, its a new day
Hot Damn, but them boys want the (money man)

(Verse 3 - Pusha T)
Ugh... Handle the rock like none other
Wrist over the stove, head under the cubbard
In the kitchen 'til the fume make me feel smothered
The way it melt fiends can't believe its not butter
The way it melt he won't cop from non-other
The he who hoes O's like crispy creams oven
Or easy bake, pink D.V's make
The presidential look like strawberry shortcake
P?

(Pharrel)
Imagine that royals royce crashed it
we unscratched in, that billionaire boys club fashion, ugh
You niggas is clones,
I hand out styles like ice cream cones
get the f**k out'a here

(Pusha T)
Thats for real, my gats is real
SL5 is looking like the batmobile
Chrome lips with the matching wheel, ugh
Both chains probably match a deal
Ya'll dudes is a act for real
Pusha

(Chorus - Pharrel)
Hot Damn, its a new day
Hot Damn, but them boys want the (money man)

(Verse 4 - Roscoe P. Coldchain)
You either salute deaf cause you looked at
Thats what a old G told me
That was the exact moment I decided to take a pact
And if you owed me and if I decided to take it back
It wasn't nicely expect Roscoe to put you back in place
Im what you call a destructive war path
It will be shell showers in todays forcast
You a gangsta? I can't tell
Your diamonds don't blimmen when the light hit it
Those jewels arn't genuine, because if it was
I'm nice with it, I would have been took that
That skin stacked in your pocket i would have been shook that
And this world you gotta watch it, im here to warn ya
Cats turn informa, over snow wrapped and wags
My sons' home crying dont give me no slack
Just put the mutherf**king money in the bag
These words have been said as I hide behind glove and mask
Coldchain's not your typical crook
Im being watched, look at the camera linens in the bush

(Chorus - Pharrel)
Hot Damn, its a new day
Hot Damn, but them boys want the (money man)
hooooo, hooooo
hooooo, Hot Damn

f/ N.O.R.E. (Noreaga)

[N.O.R.E.]
Star Track (Star Track)
Star Track (Star Track)
Millitainment!! Millitainment (Man)
My nigga David Banner in the buildin' (Man...man)
Bounce bounce (Man)
Bounce bounce (Man)
Bounce bounce

[Hook 1: Pharrell]
Are you a P-I-M-P?
But can't no nigga put the pimpin' like me
I get em up get em up (up)
I get them hoes and put em up (up)
I'm here with N-O-R-E
And can't nobody rip a club like we
Put em up put em up (up)
Get your set and put em up put em up (up)
Get your fingers put em up put em up (up)
Get your rag and put em up put em up (up)
Man

[Hook 2: N.O.R.E.]
Bounce bounce (Man)
Bounce bounce (Man)
Bounce bounce (Man)
Bounce bounce

[N.O.R.E.]
Now it ain't N.O.R.E. to be on time
But I rock a rhyme that's right on slime, it's N.O.R.E.
(It's N.O.R.E., N.O.R.E.) I'm just chillin' wit my shorty (shorty)
Drinkin' on a forty (forty), private stock old English (English)
Bout to get some naughty, O.P.P. no D-E-D
All she need is me up in the N-Y-C

[Hook 1]

[Hook 2]

[N.O.R.E.]
Now it ain't N.O.R.E. to be on time
But I rock a rhyme that's right on slime, it's N.O.R.E.
(It's N.O.R.E., N.O.R.E.) Half mo, full mo
Wear a thong, g-code
Gettin' bent off that liquor
Till our colons thick and old
Stay trippin' on them hoes...we be illin'
And them whores doin' shows...top billin'
Stay packin' fo' fo's...ain't no concealin'
Peoples throwin' those bows....so how you feelin'

[Hook 1]

[Hook 2 x2]

[N.O.R.E.]
Now it ain't N.O.R.E. to be on time
But I rock a rhyme that's right on slime, it's N.O.R.E.
(It's N.O.R.E., N.O.R.E.) Bangin' goin' crazy
Bangin' black Mercedes
Why I'm bangin' on them corners
Bangin' all your ladies
And she just wanna ride
Get up in that coupe and slide
Run around the corners lyin'
Say she Bonnie, said I'm Clyde (What?)
But I'm that type of guy
Have yo chicken bakin' pie
And she really wanna fuck me
I can see it in her eye

[Hook 1]

[No lyrics]

feat. Kelis/Nas

VERSE 1

Nas:
Yea, yea, yea, yea...
Uh, yo
Ladies love what I've been through
Blood on my Timb boots
Snub noses club closes down when my mens shoot
But she cant stand I'm sharing everything with the fam
That means them too
Flat screen, Benz coupe
Plus I entertain bosses
At my Spanish-style, Lagafell furnished up fortress
But look at miss thing in Alexander McQueen
Jizette Bizatti the sexiest body
And I bet you see properly
Heard how I love 'em and leave 'em
But she still wanna suck him and eat him
'Cause I'm a poet, a preacher, and a pimp with words
A thief who stole her heart a prince she deserves

Kelis:
I should have know by the way that you stare
Eyeing passes by like your rich but life ain't fair
But ya make my record skip, make my record skip
Make my record skip, make my record skip

HOOK -

Kelis (Nas):
I woulda never talked to you if I'da known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug (your damn right)
I woulda never talked to you if I'da known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug (your damn right)

VERSE 2 -

Nas:
I take
I dont ask for nothing
You fake
I look past your frontin' for cash I'm a glutton
I'm a bad influence yo have your marriage ruined
By hanging with me you get ass from some new chicks
My life's influent cash and music
Honeys I hit hear my song they get mad and lose it
'Cause I'm a sex crazed bastard
I hit Kelis with a cushion cut engagement ring
We done, that's it

Kelis:
I should have seen in the way you touched my hand
Shuffling your car keys, it sounded like a gentleman
But ya make my record skip
make my record skip
Make my record skip, make my record skip

HOOK -

Kelis (Nas):
I woulda never talked to you if I'da known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug (your damn right)
I woulda never talked to you if I'da known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug (your damn right)
I woulda never talked to you if I'da known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug (your damn right)
I woulda never talked to you if I'da known you was a popular thug (yea, yea,
yea, you know)/
Hey, popular thug (your damn right)

VERSE 3 –

Nas:
I dont mean mug or ice grill
'Cause I dont have to
My eyebrow shaped like a half moon and I dont raise em
The kid you cant budge him or faze him
My money's amazing
Honey, Black, Puerto Rican, and Asian
What a mean look
me and you
the king is hooked
Got you the Cayenne green Porsche to push
They off the hook
Giving haters nightmares walking
You smothered by a popular gangstaperfect boyfriend

Kelis:
I should have heard it in the way you said my name
While I analyze your tone you were formulating game
But ya make my record skip
make my record skip
Make my record skip
make my record skip

HOOK -

Kelis (Nas):
I woulda never talked to you if I'da known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug (your damn right)
I woulda never talked to you if I'da known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug (your damn right)
I woulda never talked to you if I'da known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug (your damn right)