The Fast and the Furious Soundtrack Album Lyrics

[Cadillac Tah]
Aint no niggas like the Murderers
Get it Crunk; buy out the bar, tear up the clubs
We live to good life very expensive cars
In the Roge; You hand-cuffin'
We run through, man its nuttin'
Man we Huntin', For houses in the Hampton
Just a little somethin' to Lampon
Me and my camp be ballin like professional ballers do it
Better yet like no other, how you love it
Man we livin' the good life

[Faith Evans]
Seven days of work with no break
I got to take the day off to unwind
It gives my time to get away
A little time to ease my mind (my mind)

[Chorus]
Forget about your worries
Save your problems for tomorrow
Tonite just try to have a good time (Got to have a good time)
Mr. DJ take it easy
Let the music help you do it
Tell me don't you want to live the good life
And have a good time doin' it

No friends, no stress its the good life
Lay back, relax in the good life
Good love, no mess in the good life
Wanna live in the good life

[Ja Rule]
Baby, baby, who dat remind you of
Not trey, B.I.G. and Faith was in love (the good life)
Live it up, however you like
Drip your body in ice, clubbin tonite (Is that right)
Pull up in the V12, 6 ooh me and you (the good life)
Get it up in the club, toast it up
Cause you can't get enough of the good life

[Faith Evans]
Dancin with a glass of champagne
Or maybe Chardonnay
Keep me feelin' good all night
Seen so many happy people on the floor
Leave your problems at the door

[Chorus]

[Vita]
V-I-T-A
When I come through the door
I work the floor
We gonna sip all night - here's some Remy for y'all
I stay cute, star studded with a platinum cross
VS-1, DS diamond with a rainbow gloss
That ain't half of what I do when I flood scene
Short, sassy but petite, and my pockets mean
Yeah! I live the good life in the big-body Benz
S.-5 a celli with twenty friends
The Good Life

[Chorus]

(feat. Tah Murdah)

[phone rings and phone lady talks]
Hello, "Tah Murdah" has a message for "Sex Street"
To accept the message, press one
To cancel the message [phone button pushed]
Tah Murdah 2001 Murda I.N.C. motherf*cker
Mr. Fingaz got beats

[Cadillac Tah]
Uhhahhhhh.. gangsta, gangsta
Uhh, uhh - gangsta, gangsta
MURDA! MURDA! - gangsta, gangsta
F*ck y'all niggaz talkin about? - gangsta, gangsta
Uhh, uhh - gangsta, gangsta
Uhh, uhh, uhh (Yeah) This is how we do - gangsta, gangsta
(Yeah, 2001) - gangsta, gangsta
2001 nigga, check this shit - gangsta, gangsta

[Verse One]
Now everybody just BOUNCE! BOUNCE!
My Pov City hustlers, BOUNCE! BOUNCE!
All my hood slimies, and Prada mamis
See how we fall off in the club, its nuttin but love
Plenty bottles of skimy twisted and stick bud
And it fifty-fifty love, all across the board dog
Gully respect Gully never floss for broads
or, get out of my character when she back it up
And after somethin good performs, I'll have you get up on it
Ma, I'll give it how you want it, make you a new lady
Coke'll open her crazy, now all day she two way me
Type of shit like "ohh baby", everything you do is gravy
And models I'm hittin lately, so all you can do is hate me
Stare me down and screw face me, hype ya man up to lace me
C'mon, all y'all buttersoft, sweeter then tasties
My hands grip two hammers, double action
Prime time, nigga minus the actin

[Chorus]
NOW GET YA MUTHAF*CKIN HANDS UP! High, touch the sky
And if you holdin weight, nigga get it up
Mamis in the club lookin right; oh you ain't spendin the night?
Give her the pin number, mami hit me up
We can SkyTel tag until I get you in the back of the Jag
After we burn a bag, I'ma hit the guts
Oh you a baller? Then ball to this
My pimps, gangstas, and dogs I ain't mad at you player, play on

[Verse Two]
Now hear me holla out GANGSTA, GANGSTA
PAPER CHASER - I love the cake
And petit mamis with the coke bottle shape
So keep shakin that money maker, ma-ma I can't hate ya
Its a cold world, ol' girl - so take advice from a pimp
What I'm spittin is venomus ism listen
When the chrome rims glistenin, on the 'llac truck
Traffic get backed up - we in this, cloud of smoke from spinach
Niggaz ain't big enough to go some rounds or minutes
I'm heavyweight, and I ain't speakin bought pounds in fitness
Use to spit off for sport but now its business
When you see me holla like you know me and I ain't scared homie
Picked up the mic, and put down the gats and yo
Now I rap and blow, with a fire acid flow
You know, and dog I ain't gotta repeat it
Right in front of ya eyes, ya see it, the best kept secret

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
Now everybody just (ride..)
If you sittin on dubs, in that big body rollin a bud
Then get (high..) uhh, get it crunk
(Murda.. gangster love)
Now you know its only right and necessary
that I smash Freddy, after spittin heavy - bars
Methaphors god, my shit is deadly
Swift and better believe I'm focused now
Feed you to the vultures, murderous poster child
Click, clak, BLAOW! The pound sure to drop
Then catch me full of that hall or, blowin on them poppers
But love, livin and, love them, thug, women
who will hustle and grind when its hard times
Playa, we came in this game with no gimmicks
You're finished, diminshed ya frame get holes in it
Straight business and +No Limits+, like Master P
So if you bout that, scrilla my nilla then stack them cheese
And twist up, burn the vanilla dutch, we live it up
No bread, dick and Big Red we givin sluts
I'm just a villian, willin to kill for that pot of gold
You gotta know, its all for the dough

[Chorus]

[Cadillac Tah]
Yeah, its a playa event nigga
All my players ya heard me
Pov City nigga, yeah, uhh
Heart of the grungy, cheddar boys, mercy
Yeah, it's goin down nigga
2001, murda, murda
Uh, uh, gangsta, gangsta..
C-LIFE!!!

Mmm, mmm
It's been seven long hours
Since you left me babe
Sitting here
Thinking 'bout how
How you let it slip away
I can't get no sleep
(No sleep)
Don't even want to
Go nowhere
It's on my mind
What you did wrong
And now you
Want to come back

When a man does wrong
Ain't no coming back home
He's been out there too long
She won't even
Talk on the phone
(Settle this, settle this)
When a man does wrong
Ain't no coming back home
Can't come around
There ain't no place
She don't want to
See your face

Said you never
Wanted to hurt me
Never even wanted to leave
Said that you
Never did deserve me
Now you begging me
Please, please, please believe
Now you feeling like a fool
(Fool)
Never thought about me
Just you

It's on your mind
What you did wrong
And now you
Want to come back

When a man does wrong
Ain't no coming back home
He's been out there too long
She won't even
Talk on the phone
When a man does wrong
Ain't no coming back home
(No, no, no, no)
Can't come around
There ain't no place
She don't want to
See your face

Why'd you have
To do it baby?
Do it do it to me
Why'd you have
To use and abuse me?
See I've been sitting
Waiting at night
Just wasting my time
(Wasting my time)
Now, now I know
Now I know
Gotta go gotta go
(Yeah go, yeah go, yeah)

When a man does wrong
Ain't no coming back home
Can't come around
There ain't no place
She don't want to
See your face

[Chorus x2: Tank]
In my race against time I - can't stop
Runnin through the red light - livin my life
Even if I'm gettin too high
I'ma keep runnin through the red light - livin my life

[Tank]
Consequences, repercussion
All discussion about my loved ones
Didn't know paper had a price on it
That your ice would have your life on it
The cost to ball ain't changed, but I'm trying to
Red lights flashing, but I keep on through
Mom said paper ain't everything
Baby girl wants a wedding ring, I wish that I could sing

[Tank]
Oooohhhh, I'm moving too fast
Oooohhhh, I'm not gonna last
Oooohhhh, smile down on me
Ain't got much time, made up my mind
I'm gonna keep on through, whatever comes is mine

[Chorus x2]

[Tank]
Nobody cry for me
Cuz I, wanna see you smile for me
When I die, look through my window, to the soul
Tell me if you see Tank living to grow old
Cuz too many niggas done died for what I hold
The talent to warm a world which is so cold
Take me, save me, before I'm crazy
The only reason I live is for my baby

[Ja Rule]
Never did you tell me that
Life ain't a game
Maybe if you told me this
Shit might be changed
But now I'm just racing against time, trying to survive
And see why, ya'll niggas drive over nigga's vibe
If you gonna live, know you gonna die
If you gonna steal, know you gotta lie
Get drunk and stay high
Don't de-nigga-ny, cuz they'll never take me alive
Feel me Lord, I'm running out of time

[Chorus x2]

[Tank]
Oooohhhh, I'm moving too fast
Oooohhhh, I'm not gonna last
Oooohhhh, smile down on me
Ain't got much time, made up my mind
I'm gonna keep on through, whatever comes is mine

[Chorus til fade]

Yo
Rule nigga
Ja Rule, O1

[Ja Rule]
Yeah
It's our world, please believe
Niggas ain't real, please believe
It's murda, please believe
I-N-C niggas what's f*cking with me?
R-U-L-E love me or hate me baby
Refer to 3:36 baby
That's the rule please niggas don't get it confused
See this game that we playing, y'all playing to lose
Who's next that wanna ride (who)
Spitting (who) how I do niggas (who?) knowin they wanna ride (who)
Rule baby, I've been really outta control lately
If you relating let me hear ya say yea-yaay yea-yaay
Y'all feeling my pain? I've been running wild time and again
Y'all swerve in my lane, I'll pull up and start popping ya brain
F*ck knowin' these broads names, extravengant champagne
Y'all niggas is lame, my niggas ain't sane
Who you f*ckin' with?

[Chorus: Ja Rule, O1, Vita]
Ya'll niggas wanna dead (who)
Then wanna ride (who?)
Ya'll know the niggas who steady screaming (f*ck you)
It's murda murda, you know it's murda murda
We scream it, we yell it, we living murda murda murda
Ya'll ain't feelin (who)
Ya'll don't like (who)
Ya'll know the niggas that be steady screaming (f*ck you)
It's murda murda, you know it's murda murda
We live it, we breathe it, we screaming murda murda murda

[Ja Rule]
Murder Inc is my blood
We go through the pain together by any means
Popping it hot at whoever or so it seems
Niggas that getting hot not this hot nigga very hot
See it in your eyes niggas ready to die
But as long as I'm alive I'm putting this on my life
For niggas that ain't right they get it upon sight
If ya know me then you know we pop away
Cock and pop again baby, men will be men
I spit off 10 f*ck it give 'em the 16
Like my guns dirty and hands clean
Loose bitches in tight jeans
Old money and crack fiends was a fetish
Before Guliani got into office and deaded shit
F*ck it I'm living my life on the edge
Got one in the head plus a nigga's fed 'nuff said
I'm gonna behead niggas that don't believe this
Rule baby, 3:36

[Chorus]

[O1]
We are the world's most dangerous niggas alive
All of my niggas bang with us and let's ride
Muthaf*ckas will war but not many survive
Cuz 50 shots tearing through the side of ya ride
Cuz we are (murderers)
Muthaf*cka you heard player (murderers)
Popping collars in air
Popping shots through ya rearview
Bullets, they tear through
Got niggas wondering like "What the f*ck did I do?"
So niggas wanna go and get they man cuz they can't do this shit
Because they ain't got no heart for this, bust a gun and body shit
Niggas like you probably snitch, do a nigga then get rich
Niggas like you always fit 6 feet deep inside a ditch
There ain't nothing f*cking with this ya know why?
Nigga I just came into the game ready to die
Ready to hold heat, drive-by with Rule
Popping shots through the sun roof screaming "f*ck you"

[Chorus]

Hey baby
I want u to do me a favor, I want u to take all of your thoughts
All of your worries and problems and forget about them¡­
Because tonight, it's about me and u

No cellulars, no pagers, no 2 ways just us
no phonecalls, take messages
No family, no friends
I just wanna be alone with u (alone)
Girl I just wanna get it on with u
Well this I'm hearin I'll leave a clue
( Kversta ni echt wat hij zegt, maar ik denk dat het dat is )
Here's what I wanna do baby

Repeat 2 times
I just wanna take my time tonight
Holdin your body tight, keeping u warm
Nothings gonna stop this feelin
I'll be givin u sexual healin¡­

No bill collectors, no landlords
Ur boss is trippin ? Just ignore it
U got plans ? call em off
The cd, take it off all
I just wanna be alone with u ( all because)
Girl I just wanna get it on with u (u yeaaaah)
Well this I'm hearin I'll leave a clue ( weeral da zinneke h¨¦ hehe)
Here's what I wanna do

Repeat 2 times
I just wanna take my time tonight
Holdin your body tight, keeping u warm
Nothings gonna stop this feelin
I'll be givin u sexual healin¡­

I really really want u baby (baby)
I really really want u baby (baby)
I really really want u baby (said I want u )
I really really want u baby (oooh u want me like I want u)
I really really want u baby (oooh baby)
I really really want u baby (Sexy lady)
I really really want u baby baby baby (mmmm Listen baby)

I got I got I got I got I got I got I got to have u baby (gotta have u yeaaaah)
I got I got I got I got I got I got I got to have u baby (right now tonight)
I got I got I got I got I got I got I got to have u baby (oooooh oh baby)
I got I got I got I got I got I got I got to have u baby ( oooooowww oooh I just)

I just wanna take my time tonight
Holdin your body tight, keeping u warm
Nothings gonna stop this feelin
I'll be givin u sexual healin¡­
Repeat till end¡­

[Scarface]
I took my chances, but I did my dirt
And my adivce to any nigga if you crime, then you do the works
Its givin up and step the f*ck back
Cuz in this game you can fame
You gotta start dumpin these niggas off your nut-sack
Im just a nigga out the hood tryna have thangs
When I got up on my feet and screamed the brand change
And your excuse was that the money did came
My excuse was that you was to blame
Simple ??, got to show my homies love tho
I just don't f*ck around with niggas that I don't know
And you can take that how you wanna take it
Im from these motherf*ckin streets,
and the same rules apply in this game
you never break it
With my motherf*cking luck, fallin over the craps
And you niggas who wanna try to attack
We steady dyin over dumb shit, And me im steady losin my sleep
Cuz niggas aint familiar with the rules of the street, and its a

[Chorus]
Suicide, its a Suicide
Suicide, its a Suicide
its a, Suicide, its a Suicide
Suicide, its a Suicide

[Scarface]
To my niggas on the street cryin then (watch them haters)
If im sittin on the side-line (get your paper)
Too many niggas complaining pointin fingers at the problem
Thats why I hate my baby momma
im just a nigga from the very bottom
skippin classes, throwin 8-balls into white powder
tryna get it, while the motherf*ckers gettin good
wit possibilities of gettin out my neighborhood
don't get me wrong, I had them dreams too
But the only thing you do, is get your cream too
Get your motherf*cking cream fool
Niggas aint know about the Ange and the Alicks
First you get in, then you get out, you stuck in this game

[Chorus x3]

[Scarface]
Now when its over don't nobody cry
Just enjoy while you live life, cuz everybody got to die
When you see me i'll be hella high, beatin corners wit my top down
Checkin out the chasers in the sky, Shootin paper clips at Jupiter
The more I lie, its like im gettin stupider and stupider
Tryna make the best, out of a f*cked up desicion
Im just a nigga with a vision, which is to get up, get out
Gettin my props, tryna stay away from these bitches that jock dick
And move enough to move on, gotta stay true to it
Thats just the way you gotta do it
And these niggas here is really, dazed and don't give a f*ck when you for real
And you like it rough, nigga what, the f*ck
Know what im sayin is real, now back the f*ck up for you get killed
Cuz its a..

[Chorus x3]

Suicide

Ghetto gospel
All thugs gotta pray
Hear me Lord, yo

If killin niggaz is wrong, God forgive me for my sins
and all my evil thoughts like f*ckin my girlfriends
God bless my family, and the bitch I bagged in the Camry
and any extra guns that come in handy
Not to play but pray for things that's corrupt
But the Lord knows this world, is all f*cked up (uh-huh)
In God's eyes, every nigga is created equal
To some crackers, we evil cause we livin lethal (F*ck 'em!)
And anything we gots to get, gotsta get got NIGGA
Even if somebody, gotsta get shot NIGGA
Why not? A whole lot of thugs died on my block
And I see the killer's still free, so f*ck cops! (F*ck 'em)
We got no love for the Lord, that's why we pack gats
When them shots pop, bitch cops, where they at? (uh-huh)
Probably somewhere, at Dunkin Donuts
while Black Child got niggaz on the corner with they hands cuffed

[Chorus]
Now let me load my heat, before I go to sleep
And pray to God I don't end up six feet deep
Cause if I die, before I wake
Let me die on some pape's and all my niggaz at my wake
I said, if I die, before I wake
Let me die on some pape's and all my bitches at my wake

God, please forgive me for all my sins Lord, please - Psalms 23

The Lord is my sheppard and the gun's my weapon
Reppin my upper sections (yeah) they blessed with protection (nigga)
It's nothin on this earth, that my soul should warn
Copped a house, a big Benz, all my friends puff blunts
Nigga we lust to bust, and guns we trust
The gods copped me a path, now that's right-eous
I'm tight cause my peeps was breathin they last breath
Where we was, bubblin, in the, valley of death
I went to jail and end up bein the last nigga left
Now I, fear no evil and hear no evil
Just threw the silencer, on my Desert Eagle
Nigga to free my people, I'm prepared for the enemy
And thugs who won't pull out and put slugs up in me
Lord gave me the energy, now pass the Hennessy
Word to God, all y'all niggaz is gon' remember me
Heh, Black Child, Black Child

[Chorus]

Shit, if I die
Lord, have mercy - street niggaz pray

Now let me hit the streets so my kids could eat
Compton! Oakland! Inglewood! Long Beach!
All the thugs in the street got love for me
Hollis! South Side! B.K.! Q.B.!
I don't give a f*ck nigga, I die for I-N-see
And ride for, e'ybody that'll ride for me
All my bitches out there that gave me slow nizzie
when bottles of Remi, keep 'em so pissy

[Chorus]

There's no lookin' back
Word to God
Bless all my hood people, all my good people
Aight c'mon nigga, let's go

[Funkmaster Flex]
Murder Inc.
Thugged Out
Franchise
Funk Flex
Big dog pit bulls!
Two suburbans and a f*cking Hurst!
Cause Funk Flex and Nore are killin' em out there!
Scream at ya boy!

[Noreaga]
Yo me and Pun used to slap niggas
And pack macs in the back of the hatch with black niggas
On weekends with the Ricans cause nigga I fit
You see I'm half f*cking black and motherf*cking spik
Should have learned a long time ago Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn
How I hit a nigga up Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn
Niggas fans worry you see us smear off in cranberry
My shots come in, in threes, like Maubary
Wanna see how these fake niggas'll act
When my shotgun will erase there stomach and back
Call me Hosea, more shoot outs, most guns
Most of these niggas just mostly run
You see I'm back spittin' and still cooking in the kitchen
I'm still a chef ain't a f*cking gram missing
Niggas out of order you know shit gone change
How they life getting shorter like Mr. T's chain

(Chorus)
[Willie Stubz]
The bass and the music that'll make you jump
It go Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, dunn
Why you acting like a punk before we put you in a trunk
You going Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, dunn
Acting wild like the hill with my hand on the pump
It go Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, dunn
F*ck it we getting drunk and smoking that skunk
Y'all going Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, dunn

[Funkmaster Flex 每 overlapping last line of chorus]
Yeah, It's going down!
Funk Flex, Nore!

[Noreaga]
My caller ID is f*cked up I can't see the number
Feeling like Stevie Wonder, the hood took me under
I miss my niggas I wanna see em
All my niggas that's dead laying in mausoleums
For my niggas that's locked up the same shit
I told y'all niggas I hold y'all niggas to all this
Picture us going all legit with all this
Line em up; get em all together they all miss
See all my niggas we starvin' and waitin'
To take a nigga hockey mask off like Jason
Better Armstrong face drop to the pavement
In 2000 I don't get along with niggas
That's why you never me on a song with a niggas
Just my clique roll strong them niggas
And wait till we see y'all it's on with you niggas
And I could just slap y'all go on little niggas

(Chorus)

[Funkmaster Flex]
Big dog pit bulls!
Funk Flex, Big Kap!
Cipher sounds!
Mr. Cee!
Johnny Walker Red, DJ Kiore!
Frank Jigga, Corey Ock!
The Funk Regulator C-note!
Keep It Gator!
And keep it global!
SPKilla this shit is f*cking ugly!
Cut this shit off, it's a f*cking wrap!

f/ Armageddon

[Fat Joe]
Uhh, T.S.!
None better (Bronx niggaz, uhh)
Life of a hustler (ha-hah, what'chu know about that?)
Yo, yo, yo
Yo the mind of a hustler be trained to count money and lies
Supplyin customers and keep it peace and just spendin they time
Pop another thug that's tryin to scream but they dimes
Hoppin all the clubs in town, they don't need to wear shines
They got that energy, confident and always aware
who's watchin them, bitches on top of them, they don't just be near
Probably spot poppy and them they robbed last year
and just, nod and stare and show no fear
Cause nine times out of ten this bitch connects this kid to shoot you
They too hot so catchin a body's too crucial
If you a hustler, I know you relate
Whether you home base or go out of state
This shit is real
and you better recognize when you see 'em, these niggaz kill
A whole 'nother drug dealer keep 'em with steels
So be creepin so it's real on the deal, with the F-E-D
Some of them sleep in six feet cause they skrilled

[Chorus: Armageddon]
F*ckin with hustlers - you see us in the clubs
Everybody wanna be us, wife beaters and flip drugs
We them hustlers - a little thug's role model
Where the snubb full of hollow's tryna earn a little power
He a hustler - some of us locked for eternity
Get shot down and murdered in beef or turnin for police
Hustlers - yeah, you know what the sparks done
You know where we evolve from, you know when the heart's pump
Hustlin

[Fat Joe - overlapping end of Chorus]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
See life a style, now it's rappin, how you push packs in large amounts
and never spend a day in life movin them cats about?
That's not what Crack's about; I cooked it, cut it and lift it
From Brooklyn to one-sixty fiddith, I took bricks and flip shit
Clips I sit 'em even whip some women from runnin they lips
and gettin me in the middle of shit with other niggaz
And real dealers don't be yappin on the phone
What you think, father born? Don't be caskets and clothes
C'mon y'all know niggaz slip, speakin a joke
There go the dial tone, click, now you steamin with holes
Y'all motherf*ckers couldn't fathom what's about to go down
Like a year from now, when the bears get out
From a ten-year stretch down to air shit out
Make him a man, show your heart when I tear it out
They say hustlin is the key to success, and on that note
I can feed you niggaz for less, I got madd coke

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe]
Yeah, it's for all my hustlin niggaz
All my liquid dime niggaz
All my niggaz flippin bricks out there, yeah
All my niggaz in the Columbia brother suits
In the pourin rain, tryna get your shit on
Smokin the C.I. in the rain, y'know? (uh-huh)
Cup of noodles in your hand
It's you nigga Joey Coco, and I'm a hustler

[Chorus]

[Talking]
[Gotti]
Yo Boo, Irv Gotti, Black, and BJ outta wait the f*ck up here man.
Shit done hit the fan, let's do dis shit man. Fo real.
[Boo]
Let's do it, what the f*ck. There ain't
Nuthin else to be said.

[Gotti]
Yo, I got a empire with niggas with thug in they blood
I admire dem niggas, My desire is figgas
Rockland bitch, why hire some killas?
Gotti heat like hail son and fire dem niggas
Pop off 2 clips, Top off new six
Rock frost blue wrist, still cop two bricks
Cook crack in the pot, Push pats on the block
Cock the glock, pop up like jack in a box
He crazy insane, mommys say loco
I even push 'caine when the blow is slow
And when the dough got low, I got the high 'fo
Back in the same hood on the block for 'mo
Doorags, saggin pants, I'm baggin grams
Niggas smokin the joke, and den laughin at
"What if I get to blast a man?"
Aw shit! Boo watch out!

[gunshot and then talking]
Oh shit, you capped dat nigga yo

[Boo]
You think I just got nice?
Well I been at niggas throats til it even got worse
And I got hennessy and coke in my system
Hot chicks, I f*ck em and diss em
I'm out to cop bricks, cut em and split em
Put plenty in the bag, 20s on the jag
I'm a big faced getter, you get panties and brag
Fo Fo too heavy so I'm bustin the sag
Slow dough, that's petty, I ain't f*ckin wit dat
It's fo real when I spit these bars
And cats like "Damn, How dis lil nigga get new cars?"
Stay high all day run around with thugs flippin pies all day
Rockland Nigga, so you better make way cuz we comin for niggas
Got guns? We ain't runnin from niggas, I know you heard dat!

[Gotti]
My real bitches!
Sometimes I'm less than a bitch, never trustin a bitch
I'd rather get head than be f*ckin a bitch

[Boo]
And it ain't nuthin different, that's the way we roll
It be them lame ass niggas given dough to hoes

[Gotti]
Before I pay for a brick, she taste da shit
Put her back on a bus wit it taped to her hips

[Boo]
All my mommys rock Gucci
If we in the whip, put the dope in her koochie

[Gotti]
All my chicks like Snoopy
I like dykes dat like dykes
But I don't like groupies
I Use to like tootie, and dat's a fact for ya life

[Boo]
I got chicks dat smoke, some roll dice
Others like to fight, but they all love ice

[Gotti]
Hip hop niggas, they all thugs right?
Nah, get dropped nigga, betta get plugged right
Boo and Gotti true pimps, Rockland 4 life
Get it right!

[Both]
Rockland!

[Gotti]
For life nigga!

[Both]
Boo and Gotti!

Play the f*ckin' track
Play that f*ckin' track
Oh, there it is
Limp Bizkit, DMX (what?)
Redman (that's right, y'all) Method Man
We just keep on rollin, baby
Are you ready? Are you ready? Are you ready?

Now move in, now move out, hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now
Breathe in, now breathe out, hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now (c'mon)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (what?)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'

Now I know y'all be lovin this shit right here
L-I-M-P Bizkit is right here
People in the house, put them hands in the air
'Cause if you don't care, then we don't care
See, I ain't givin' a f*ck, quit pressin' your luck
Untouchable, branded unf*ckable
So keep me in this cage, until you run that mouth
Then I'mma have the plague, and break the f*ck out
And then we'll see who's left, after one round with X
And what am I bringin' next? Just know it's Red and Meth
So where the f*ck you at punk? Shut the f*ck up
And back the f*ck up, while we f*ck this track up

Are you ready? Are you ready? Are you ready?

Now move in, now move out, hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now
Breathe in, now breathe out, hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now (c'mon)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (what?)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'

(Oh what, y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?)
Check my dangerous slang atrocious
When I let these nuts hang, focus, it's Wu-Tang
What the f*ck's a Hootie and the Blowfish?
I wave my black flag at the roaches
Who approaches, these twin, Supersoakers
Who have poisonous darts for culprits
Too late to get your blow gun un-holstered
You're left buttered up and lightly toasted
So what, I drink and smoke too much
So what I cuss too much, shut the f*ck up

Now when we roll, you motherf*ckers tuck in your gold
'Cause for the platinum, I'm jackin' niggas up in limos
It ain't nothin', for bullets to unbutton your clothes
Description, yellow male, tissue up in his nose
You bitches, swing the vine on the baboon nuts
I'm hairy as hell, outta hell and tattooed up
I'm a dog, only f*ck in the bathroom, what?
In high school, I dealt only with the classroom sluts

My name is Johnny, Donnie Brasco
Tuck the gat low, cut your cash flow
Yell if you want money, funny
A hungry dummy snatch crumbs from me
Docs and Hot Nix, bodies in the mosh pit

And I'm the D.O., you lookin' at the raw invented
On Friday, I spit 35 to 40 minutes
Smell up the bathroom like Craig Paul was in it
Endin' up on your back, Wu swords up in it
Anyone can match me, I crack 'em all a Guinness
F*ck how many thugs players and ballers in it
Brick city, Shaolin, better call us sinners
Boys that'll run up in your wife, maul and spill it

Aah c'mon

Now move in, now move out, hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now
Breathe in, now breathe out, hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now (c'mon)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (what?)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'

It just don't get no darker than that kid with the parka (uh)
Bald head with the boots who shoots to make it spark (what?)
Now I'm a fair nigga, but ain't nan nigga (uh)
Quicker than the hair-trigga, so if you dare nigga (uh c'mon)
It'll be like your man tryin' to hold yo' brain to yo' head
But you'll be shittin' on yourself, 'cause you already dead
And at the funeral you won't need a casket (uh)
Leavin' just enough of him to stuff in a basket (uh Uh)
A tisket a tasket, I really need my ass kicked (what? What?)
My moms never let me forget, that I'm a bastard (what?)
I ain't never been shit, and ain't gon' be shit (uh uh)
That's why I take shit, whenever I see shit (uh uh)
It's just that D shit, D's short for "Do what I wanna do" (yeah)
And that's what I'm gonna do, right here in front of you (yeah yeah)
And I'll be runnin' you and your man straight up out (uh)
While y'all niggas ain't runnin' a f*ckin' thing but yo' mouth (woo)

Now move in, now move out, hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now
Breathe in, now breathe out, hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now (c'mon)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (what?)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'

You wanna mess with Limp Bizkit? (Yeah)
You can't mess with Limp Bizkit (why?)
Because we get it on (when?), Every day and every night (oh)
See this platinum thing right here? (Uh-huh?) well, we doin' it all the time (what?)
So you better get some better beats and uh, get some better rhymes (duh)
You really, really, really wanna get shit started?
Well people everywhere, just get retarded
Get retarded, get retarded
People everywhere, just get retarded

Now move in, now move out, hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now
Breathe in, now breathe out, hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now (c'mon)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (what?)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'

That's right, baby
Watch out, punk
Limp Bizkit, DMX, Method Man, Redman and Swizz Beatz
Where the f*ck you at?
Bump that shit
Bump that shit
Bump that shit
Ruff Ryders Punk

[Chorus x2]
Life ain't a game (nooooo)
If you feelin me (say yeah-yea)
Flip the bird where (in the aiiir)
F*ck the world (we don't caaare)

[Ja Rule]
It's time to ride out
Niggaz stash your cash at the hideout
The Murderous I-N-C's en route
(Y'all hear me) feelin my shit the same
(Y'all fear me) in every difinitive way
(I'm really) the nigga that you need to get with
Cuz y'all pop shit nigga, I pop clips nigga
Hot, but not the black four-dot-six nigga
You know the Rule, thug heart nigga
And I don't need no fake friends, broke ties, loose ends
There they go niggaz is at it again
Tryin to befriend the nigga that they claim they love, but hate so much
And really all we got is us
But f*ck it, it's the same way they f*cked me
Now I'm f*ckin your broad in the back of a Humvee, go figure
I'll have your niggaz pourin out liqour
All because you f*ckin with the Rule nigga

[Chorus x2]

[Ja Rule]
Take my life, take my mind
Take my heart, take my soul
Take my cash, take it all
But save me
I'm throwing my life away

[Ja Rule]
Why, would a nigga with so much talent
Want to throw it all away to drugs and violence
I know not the answers but I ask the questions
Do all Muslims really study their leasons?
And how many Christians lie during confessions?
I know I did when I was just a kid
Never told about the guns my uncle hid
Under my bed, and at night I played with them
Kind of grew up to be sort of a loose cannon
Before my sins, I'm asking you to let me in
Lord help me, I been through all the pain
Now I wanna know who loves me

[Chorus x2]

[Ja Rule]
Changes, changes
My mind is going through
Changes, changes
My body's going through
Changes, changes
My life is going through
Changes, changes

[Ja Rule]
Yo, looky here
I just wanna f*ck all day, live my life
Get high all day, my life
Maybe one day, I'll live right
F*ck the world, it's my life

[Chorus x4]

(feat. Nate Dogg)

[Chorus]
[Nate Dogg]
Every time I—feel the music
Man I loose it
Every time
Every time I—fell the music
Man I loose it
Every time

[Shade Shiest]
Yo, check it, check it out
Yo, uh-huh
Shiest the vet, fresh out your ghetto tape decks
It's me and Nate back at it with another for your neck
Another for a check (means), Another for the set (green)
Is what I need to get, Cali's where I wanna be
And I ain't got to lie about the hood or the city
Shade straight from the sue of Jerry up where it's shitty
I got a mouth on me, farthest thing from being pretty
As I cash a check compliments of Nate and Dogg Pound-dation
Shade move the feet of every nation
Kids got the beast now, Trey about to eat now
We both got a plan to leave them haters in they sleep now
Soakin' in the sweat from the heat from the speaks now

[Chorus]

[Nate Dogg]
There ain't, no way I'm missing my call
Suddenly fall f*cking with y'all
Homie can't you; see me trying to get paid
Everyday any kinda way
There ain't, no way you taking my bang
Let your ass think your pussy don't stank
Hell no, you got it all wrong
You need to move on, I'm singing my song
Tell me, can you feel the beat
Is it, moving your feet?
Cause it, surely moves me
Well then, ok let's be on our way
Shade Shiest and big Nate
Just let the beat bang

[Chorus]

[Petey arguing with cop]
"All inmates are asked to stay inside the cell"
Hey dog, you think I could make my phone call?
Hey look, what you need to do is sit down
I just wanna make my phone call
Just sit down -
Hey, I get a phone call for this motherf*cker
F*ck you
Hey f*ck you too ya bastard
I just want my f*ckin phone call
"Sgt. Ellis : Please come to the front gate"-

[Verse 1]
I got his ass didn't I?
told him my plan didn't I
thought I was playin wit him
now he ass out and payin shit that nigga stank didn't he?
smelled like some old spoiled meat didn't he?
when they found him - took bout a motherf*ckin week didn't it?
down in a motherf*ckin creek didn't they?
Mr. Roberts found his ass out fishin Sunday evenin' didn't he?
gift-wrapped in a sheet didn't he?
Roberts got out of there so fast they didn't ever find his boat did they?
I'd like to flip the hood night didn't I?
disrespectful-ass nigga like to ran up on my slab didn't he?
y'all didn't even know I had that thing did ya?
y'all just seen mad niggas haulin-ass across the field didn't ya?
(hey, hey, hey!) that shit pulled a lot of cards didn't he?
especially that bald-head tight t-shirt wearin ass Cindi didn't he? (punk)
that nigga ran in up his girl didn't he? (yo what happened)
took her home and ran the train on a trick didn't I?

[sung chorus in the background, man talking man talking over]
you are now rockin wit one of the most real motherf*ckers in the rap game
97 -Petey Pablo or Petey Too Small as we call him down in Greenville - ya
with this new shit "Didn't I" -ya
boy that boy has done a lot of things
Petey- tell sumden else you did

[Verse 2]
thought I was playin didn't ya?
I did everything I said didn't I?
I got out of prison and got a major record deal didn't I?
you didn't believe me did ya?
ya'know I know you didn't
you probably decided that I'd be right back on the street didn't ya?
I guess I showed you didn't I?
Got in the race and then I won it didn't I?
I didn't even rub it in your face did I?
I could of got real shitty but I didn't did I?
or got all fly but I didn't did I? (nope)
man, I just kept it all real didn't I? (ya)
brought it right back to the homefront just like I said didn't I?
they kept skippin Carolina didn't they?
yo (cough cough) excuse me, can I have your attention didn't I?
I f*cked 'em up the way I did it didn't I?
came to the city spittin nothin but that greasy-grimey-gritty didn't I?
I changed a lot of things here didn't I?
came from the back to the front and I had them kissin a nigga ass didn't I?

[sung chorus in background, man talking over]
you real crazy, boy you a trip, you a real trip
but hey, but hey, the boy kept it real , he did
oh you thought it was over
hey petey
get real fly on they ass
and talk about some shit - some real shit - come on

[Verse 3]
you coulda had me couldn't ya?
all that time couldn't ya?
faggot - mad little penny-pinchin ass
that little cash wouldn't hurt you would it?
well it shouldn't should it?
you wouldn't be broke and not tell us would you? (haha)
c'mon, don't laugh, it could happen couldn't it? (yeah)
it wouldn't be so bad would it?
if I wasn't right there on your ass would it?
such little shit shouldn't effect you should it?
glitter my ass - I'm a star cat (now Petey you shouldn't even be like that)
mother f*cker! (mother f*cker)
didn't they tell you man?
all your dumbness is gunna come back on your monkey ass
you gunna be mad at this verse here ain't ya man?
I wrote a song a bout it
would you like to here it here it comes (ha ha ha ha ha haaa)

[chorus sung, with man talking over]
hey let me tell y'all something
I wanna tell y'all that this mother f*cka here don't give a f*ck
for real, he is pimp, straight up and motherf*ckin down
y'all got to hear this shit
Petey Pablo - tha boy be out 19-2000 killin shit yo
aiyyo we outta here
we'll let this motherf*ckin beat ride
we're gunna let y'all motherf*ckers sit there
and enjoy the rest of this motherf*ckin song
aight, that was just a fly ass intro to this whole thang,
the whole thang

Uh, uh
Yeah
Vita, Ja Rule, uh, uh, uh
Huh, where would I be without you?
Haha, yeah

Where would I be without my baby?
The thought alone might break me
And I don't wanna go crazy
But every thug needs a lady

Girl, it feel like you and I been mourning together
Inseparable, we chose pain over pleasure
For that you'll forever be a part of me
Mind, body and soul ain't no I in we (baby)
When you cry, who wipes your tears?
When you scared, who's tellin' you there's nothin' to fear?
Girl, I'll always be there
When you need a shoulder to lean on
Never hesitate knowing you can call on your soul-mate
And vice versa, that's why I be the first to
See Jacob and frost your wrist up
Now you owe me, I know you're tired of being lonely
So, baby girl, put it on me

Where would I be without you? (Uh)
I only think about you (yeah)
I know you're tired of being lonely (lonely)
So, baby girl, put it on me (put it on me)
Where would I be without you? (Uh)
I only think about you (yeah)
I know you're tired of being lonely (lonely)
So, baby girl, put it on me, yeah, yeah

Yo, and I appreciate the rocks and gifts that you cop me, baby
And that house on the hill when you drop like 80
On a down payment thinking, damn, ain't life gravy?
And ever since for my honey I been twice the lady
What would I do without the nights that you kept me warm?
When this cold world had a girl caught in a storm
And I accept when you riff when you're caught in the wrong
And respect when you flip, 'cause our love is strong
And when you hit the block, I watch for 10-4
And when my pops asleep you snuck in the backdoor
Baby boy, we been down since junior high
So when life get hot as July it's the world against you and I
We ballin', tied together and ever
Heart from the heart, knew that it would last forever
When you told me, you would never leave me lonely
So, baby boy, put it on me

Where would I be without you? (Uh)
I only think about you (yeah)
I know you're tired of being lonely (lonely)
So, baby girl, put it on me (put it on me)
Where would I be without you? (Uh)
I only think about you (yeah)
I know you're tired of being lonely (lonely)
So, baby girl, put it on me, yeah, yeah

Since we met, it's been you and I
A tear for a tear, baby, eye for an eye
And you know that my heart gon' cry
If you leave me lonely
'Cause you not just my love, you my homie
Who's gonna console me, my love?
I'm outta control, hold me, my love
'Cause I'm yours
And I don't wanna do nothin' to hurt my baby girl
If this was our world it'd be all yours, baby
The thought alone might break me
And I don't wanna go crazy
'Cause every thug needs a lady, yeah, yeah
I feel you, baby, 'cause them eyes ain't lyin'
Wash away all the tears, there be no more cryin' (baby)
And you complete me, and I would die if you ain't with me
So, baby girl, put it on me

Where would I be without you? (Uh)
I only think about you (yeah)
I know you're tired of being lonely (lonely)
So, baby girl, put it on me (put it on me)
Where would I be without you? (Uh)
I only think about you (yeah)
I know you're tired of being lonely (lonely)
So, baby girl, put it on me, yeah, yeah

Where would I be without you? (Uh)
I only think about you (yeah)
I know you're tired of being lonely (lonely)
So, baby girl, put it on me (put it on me)
Where would I be without you? (Uh)
I only think about you (yeah)
I know you're tired of being lonely (lonely)
So, baby girl, put it on me, yeah, yeah

(feat. Ashanti)

[Vita w/ Ashanti harmonizing]
I wanna kiss you in Paris..
I wanna hold your hands in Rome..
I wanna run like a rainstorm..
Make love on the train, cross-country..
You put this in me, so now what?
So now what?..

Wantin.. needin..
Waitin.. for you, to justify my love..
Hopin.. prayin.. for you, to justify my love..

I wanna know you.. not like that..
I don't wanna be your mother..
And I don't wanna be your sister either..
I just wanna be your lover..
I wanna be your baby..
Kiss me, that's right, kiss me, me

Wantin.. needin..
Waitin.. for you, to justify my love..
Yearnin.. burnin.. for you, to justify my love..

What are you gonna do.. talk to me..
Tell me your dreams, am I in them?..
Tell me your fears, are you scared?..
Tell me your storys.. I'm not afraid of who you are..
Make you fly..

Pour us Demeir, the pleasure's depend
on the permission of another
Love me, that's right, love me..

I wanna be your baby..
Wantin.. needin..
Waitin.. for you, to justify my love..
I'm open.. I'm ready.. for you, to justify my love..

I'm waitin.. to justify..
Wantin.. to justify my love..
Waitin.. to justify..

I'm open.. (Murder.. murder.. murder)

[music stops] [music starts then fades]