2Pac - Fuck All Y'all

Money gone fuck friends, I need a homie that know me When all these motherfuckin' cops be on me
I got problems, ain't nobody callin' back
Now what the fuck is happenin' with my ballin' cats? Remember me? I'm your homie that was down to brawl Sippin' Hennessy, hangin' with the clowns, and all
We used to do is drink brew, screw and common knew We had bitches by the dozens, we fuckin' cousins
You can throw your middle finger if you feel me, loc
A nigga just got paid and we still was broke
It took time, but finally the cash was mine
All the rewards of a hustler stuck in the grind
Look around, and all I see is snakes and fakes
It's like scavengers, waitin' to take a hustler's place And when you stuck, where the fuck is all your friends? They straight busted and can't be trusted; fuck y'all!
Fuck all y'all Fuck all y'all
I'm sippin' Tanqueray and juice and what's the use ‘Cause I'm a hopeless thug
Ain't no love reminiscin' on how close we was
Way back in the day, before they put the crack in the way And heeyyy, how much money can you stack in a day? It's gettin' rough, collect calls from my niggas in cuffs
I recollect we used to ball, now just living's enough
I stand tall in the winter, summer, spring or fall
"Thug For Life" sprawled all across the wall
And all about my dollars make me wanna holla
Drop an album, sell a million, give a fuck about tomorrow I know it's gettin' crazy after dark, these marks
Keep on huffin' and puffin', ain't no fear in my heart What's goin' on in the ghetto? Still struggle and strive
I still roll with the heater, smokin' chocolate thai
In '94, I'll be goin' solo
Too many problems of my own so I'm rollin' dolo; fuck all y'all!
Huh, pardon me!
Fuck all y'all
Fuck all y'all ...fuck all y'all
I went from rags to riches
Quick to socializin' with the baddest bitches
Went from a bucket to a rag with switches
I'm seein' death around the corner
I'm bumpin' "Gloriaaaa," doin' 90 ‘cause I wanna
I'm gettin' high, and like I said, it was some chocolate thai Mixed with some Indonesia, watch me fly
And even though I know the cops behind me
Hit the weed and I continue doin' 90
Until I get caught, another ticket get to kick it in court Fuck the law, give a shit, I'm even worse than before
I know they wanna see a nigga buried
But I ain't worried, still throwin' these thangs
Got me locked in these chains
And hey, nigga, what the fuck is you wailin' 'bout?
Soon as I hit the cell, I'll be bailin' out
And when I hit the streets, I'm in a rush to ball
I'm screamin' "Thug Life!", nigga, fuck y'all!
Thatʼs right fuck all y'all man Fuck all yʼall
That is right, I donʼt need nobody Fuck all yʼall
Fuck all the hard copies daily news
Fuck the bitches, the tele news, New York Posts, all those motherfuckers Fuck all yʼall

2Pac - Fuck All Y'all / REMIX Claude Lazarus

Mos Def - Beef

Beef is not what Jay said to Nas
Beef is when the working folks can't find jobs
So they trying to find niggas to rob
Trying to find bigger guns so they can finish the job Beef is when the crack babies can't find moms
Cause they in a pine box, or locked behind bars
Beef ain't the summer jam for Hot 9-7
Beef is the cocaine and AIDS epidemic
Beef don't come with a radio edit
Beef is when the judge is callin' you defendant
Beef: It come with a long jail sentence
Handed down to you in a few short minutes
Beef is when your girl come through for a visit
To tell you that she pregnant, by some other nigga
Beef is high blood pressure and bad credit
Need a loan for your home but you're too broke to get it And all your little kids is doing is getting bigger
You're trying not to raise 'em around these wild niggas Beef is when a gold digger got your seed in her
A manicure handout like, "Pay me nigga!"
Or I'm telling your wife
Or starting up some foul rumor that'll ruin your life
Beef is when a gangsta ain't doing it right
And other gangstas is deciding what to do with his life Beef is not what these famous niggas do on the mic Beef is what George Bush would do in a fight
Beef is Mrs. Wallace still don't know who shot Biggie But beef is all my homies not being here with me
When a soldier ends his life with his own gun
Beef is trying to figure out what to tell his son
Beef is oil prices and geopolitics
Beef is Iraq, the West Bank and Gaza Strip
Some beef is big and some beef is small
But what ya'll call beef is not beef at all
Beef is real life happening every day
And it's realer than them songs you gave to Kayslay This has been a real niggas P.S.A
From Mos Def pretty flaco
Black Dante
And the Black Star Embassy B to the K!

Mos Def - Beef / REMIX Claude Lazarus

Kemba - Already

What's good, I've been gone for a minute
I done came back reinvented
Turning down deals guess I'm still independent
We been wearing Timbs 20 years niggas still in the trenches Tried to make my fam understand its an enterprise
I'm built the same as the sun I'm re-energized
I done seen God through the guide of a sinners eyes I've been offline tryna fight off the genocide
We came a long way from the dollar fries
Wiping off tears from my momma eyes
I done told my fans I'm the wrong one to idolize Imma right the ship like Pieh from La Amistad
This is outrageous. Look at the times
Criminalized. Run for your lives
Who gon be Moses when sea level rise
Negus like FEMA don't meet us time
Damn
You done said a whole lot
We done said the same thing already You ain't doing nothing new
We done did the same thing already I done seen a whole lot
We done did the same thing already You ain't saying nothing new
We done said the same thing already
Hold the phone
A nigga back so you know it's on
I ain't even see 'em when I passed on the totem pole
Erykah Badu singing on and on, on and on
Mingle with the rich eating provolone, all alone
Bring it to the poor, mail ringing at your door bell, undisclosed addy from a tour
I'm a rolling stone
Bronx living got me pumping ice thru my corazón
Momma taught me always hit the lights they don't know I'm home Damn, niggas tryna stick me for my paper
Cops don't know if they aimed a 9 or a taser
Feds on the same thing throwing time gangbang throwing signs They done drew a line in the pavement
Look close you can see the lines interchanging
Its about time for the Maker
Priest saying "look up in the sky for a sign from the Savior" Nothing, niggas start a riot in the manger
Damn
You done said a whole lot
We done said the same thing already You ain't doing nothing new
We done did the same thing already I done seen a whole lot
We done did the same thing already You ain't saying nothing new
We done said the same thing already

Kemba - Already / REMIX Claude Lazarus

Nipsey Hussle ft. Cuzzy Capone - On The Floor

[Nipsey Hussle]
Aye
Writing songs for my dogs, for my squad, from my heart
How we won, how we lost
How we came, how we saw
Through it all, ashin' Backs, out the roof, foreign cars
In pursuit by the law
Still we reach for the stars
Oh my God, oh my God, so high up, I'm so far, deja vu, I've been here before, say come back down to earth just to resist the urge, still no breaks on this car, live or die, either or, go for broke, hustle hard, lead it all, on the floor, on the floor, go for broke, hustle hard, lead it all, on the floor, on the floor, lead it all, on the floor
[Cuzzy Capone]
Yeah, ha, west side of Slauson grind and make a million, we them hungry niggas in between the buildings, risking everything we got to feed our children, my city built off of love but we killed it, hard times posted with pebbles and Buddha with it, I was told the money was there, it's up to you to get it, Girbauds with the Eddie Bauer no True Religion, Ralph Lauren ski jacket with the ruger in it, quarterback in the block with the Mike Vick game, I wasn't always successful but still I made plays, under pressure I run with the rock and get away, the main focus was living to see another day
Hall of Famer in the league but I never played
I left my granny house young when I should've stayed
Motiviated by the money I was getting paid
Go getter from the start and I'll never change
[Nipsey Hussle]
On this court, live or die, either or, go for broke, hustle hard, lead it all on the floor, on the floor, go for broke, hustle hard, lead it all, on the floor, on the floor, lead it all, on the floor,
Go for broke, hustle hard
Go for broke, hustle hard Go for broke, hustle hard Go for broke, hustle hard

Nipsey Hussle ft. Cuzzy Capone - On The Floor / REMIX Claude Lazarus

Motion Man Feat Kutmasta Kurt - To All / REMIX - Claude Lazarus & Stef Goldmoon

Nas - Made You Look

Bravehearts
Uh, uh, uh, now let's get it all in perspective
For all y'all enjoyment, a song y'all can step wit'
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 lookin' 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 through 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 wit'
Push the pool stick in your new crib, same hand that you hoop with Swing around like you stupid, king o'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
They shootin', Aw made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' Big money, playboy your time's up
Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?
They shootin', Aw made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' Big money, playboy your time's up
Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?
This ain't rappin', this is Street-Hop
Now get up off your ass like your seat's hot
My live niggas lit up the reefer
Trunk o'the car, we got the street sweeper
Don't start none, won't be none
No reason for your mans to panic
You don't want to 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 comin' homeys, parolees
Get money, leave the beef alone slowly
Get out my face, you people so phoney
Pull out my waist, the eagle fo-forty
They shootin', Aw made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' Big money, playboy your time's up
Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at? They shootin', Aw made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' Big money, playboy your time's up
Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at? Bravehearts
I see niggas runnin', 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 hazas
Like Pun said, "You ain't even en mi clasa!" Maybach Benz, back seat, T.V. plasma
Ladies lookin' 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 Lemme feel how the head is
Females whose the sexiest is always the nastiest 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 wit'
My nines'll spit, niggas loose consciousness

Nas - Made You Look / REMIX Claude Lazarus

Busta Rhymes - Dangerous

Hey, another one of them Flipmode joints
Busta Rhymes y'all, word mother y'all, check it out y'all
Just swing to the left, swing to the right
Make ya feel good, make ya feel alright
One time, feel good yeah y'all
Busta Rhymes in the place y'all
Makin you feel real good y'all
Flipmode is the Squad in the place y'all
Buckwild to all of my niggaz who don't care
Floss like a bunch of young black millionaires
Makin ya run, me and my Dunn, stackin my ones
Floss a lil', invest up in a mutual fund
Blowin the horn, a sense of every day I was born
Never dream I see a nigga landscaping my lawn
Dangerous, my nigga shit be accurate
Have to get, the flow be so immaculate
Aiyyo, aiyyo, watchin my dough, sippin my Moe'
Sippin' it slow, them pretty bitches sayin hello
Anyway go 'head and diss, play your Oil of Olay
Little honeydip within a little Cariola
I don't mean to hold you up but I got somethin to say
Swear to only give you hot shit everyday
Afraid of us, you know this ain't no game to us
You strange to us, that's when we gettin dangerous, come on This, is, serious
We could make you delirious
You should have a healthy fear of us
'Cause too much of us is dangerous
So dangerous, we so dangerous
My Flipmode Squad is dangerous
So dangerous, we so dangerous
My whole entire unit is dangerous
Hold your breath, we swingin it from right to left Word to Wyclef, nigga shit be hot to death Stayin alive, you know only the stronger survive Holdin my heat, under my seat, whippin my five Bassline for all of my people movin around
Give me a pound, all of my niggaz holdin it down Cuttin you up, the new shit, ruckin you up
Fuckin you up, my black hole, suckin you up
Back in the days, a nigga used to be ass out
Now a nigga holdin several money market accounts Blaze the street, and then I would just like to announce Feelin my groove, my jigga jigga makin you bounce Others is fair, me and my niggaz breakin the bread Straight gettin it, we got you niggaz holdin your head Afraid of us, you know this ain't no game to us
You strange to us, that's when we gettin dangerous, come on This, is, serious
We could make you delirious
You should have a healthy fear of us
Cause too much of us is dangerous So dangerous, we so dangerous My Flipmode Squad is dangerous So dangerous, we so dangerous My whole entire unit is dangerous One time y'all
Throw your hands real high y'all Yea, get down y'all
Let me see you all y'all
Busta Rhymes, Flipmode y'all Nineteen ninety eight y'all
Ha, get down ya'll
Let's have a ball y'all
Feelin the heat up in the street rockin the beat
Step up in the club, take me to my reserved seat
Comin around, all of my niggaz surround me
So much bottles of liquor, y'all niggaz'll drown me
Makin ya drunk, feelin the funk, blazin the skunk
Stay hittin with the shit that blow a hole in ya trunk
Afraid of us, you know this ain't no game to us
You strange to us that's when we gettin dangerous, come on This, is, serious
We could make you delirious
You should have a healthy fear of us
Cause too much of us is dangerous
So dangerous, we so dangerous
My Flipmode Squad is dangerous
So dangerous, we so dangerous
My whole entire unit is dangerous, come on

Busta Rhymes - Dangerous / REMIX Claude Lazarus

Jay-Z - Dirt Off Your Shoulder

You're now tuned into the mu'fuckin greatest
Turn the music up in the headphones
Tim, you can go and brush your shoulder off nigga I got you, yeah If you feelin' like a pimp nigga, go and brush your shoulders off Ladies is pimps too, gon' brush your shoulders off
Niggas is crazy baby, don't forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle some things, that go with the Porsche
Feelin' no remorse, feelin' like my hand was forced
Middle finger to the Lord, nigga grippin' my balls
Stab the ladies they love me, from the bleachers they screamin' All the ballers is bouncin' they like the way I be leanin'
All the rappers be hatin', off the track that I'm makin'
But all the hustlers they love it just to see one of us make it
Came from the bottom of bottom, to the top of the pots
Nigga London, Japan and I'm straight off the block
Like a running back, get it man, I'm straight off the block
I can run it back, nigga, 'cause I'm straight with the Roc
If you feelin' like a pimp nigga, go and brush your shoulders off Ladies is pimps too, gon' brush your shoulders off
Niggas is crazy baby, don't forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder
Your homey Hov' in position, in the kitchen with soda
I just whipped up a watch, tryin' to get me a Rover
Tryin' to stretch out the coca, like a wrestler, yessir
Keep the heckler close, you know them smokers'll test ya
But like, fifty-two cards when I'm, I'm through dealin'
Now fifty-two bars come out, now you feel 'em
Now, fifty-two cars roll out, remove ceiling
In case fifty-two broads come out, now you chillin'
With a boss bitch of course S.C. on the sleeve
At the 40/40 club, ESPN on the screen
I paid a grip for the jeans, plus the slippers is clean
No chrome on the wheels, I'm a grown-up for real
If you feelin' like a pimp nigga, go and brush your shoulders off Ladies is pimps too, gon' brush your shoulders off
Niggas is crazy baby, don't forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder
Your boy back in the building, Brooklyn we back on the map Me and my beautiful bitch in the back of that 'Bach
I'm the realest that run it, I just happen to rap
I ain't gotta clap at 'em, niggas scared of that black
I drop that "Black Album" then I back, out it
As the best rapper alive nigga ask about me
From Bricks to Billboards, from grams to Grammy's
The O's to opposite, Orphan Annie
You gotta pardon Jay, for sellin' out the Garden in a day
I'm like a young Marvin in his hey'
I'm a hustler homey, you a customer crony
Got some, dirt on my shoulder, could you brush it off for me? If you feelin' like a pimp nigga, go and brush your shoulders off Ladies is pimps too, gon' brush your shoulders off
Niggas is crazy baby, don't forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder
You're now tuned into the mu'fuckin' greatest
Best rapper alive, best rapper alive

Claude Lazarus

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