Artist:     Nas
Album:    I Am
Title:    Hate Me Now

[Featuring Puff Daddy]




Escobar season has returned...

Its been a long time
been a long time comin'
Looks like the death of me now
But you know, there's no turning back now.
This is what makes me.
This is what I am.



Chorus:

You can hate me now (QB)
But I won't stop now (Real Niggas)
Cause I can't stop now (Bravehearts)
You can hate me now (C'mon)
But I won't stop now
Cause I can't stop now
You can hate me now
You can hate me nooow

Do it now, Do It now,
do it now

Verse 1:

Don't hate me, hate the money I see, clothes that I buy
Ice that I wear, clothes that I try
Close your eyes, picture me rollin,
sixes, money foldin
Bitches honeys that swollen
the riches, nas get in ya
most critically acclaimed pulitzer prize winner
best storyteller thug narrator my style's greater
model dater, big threat to a lot of you haters
commentators bring aside try watchin my paper
almost a decade quite impressive
most of the best is in the essence
for this rap shit that I stand for
expanding more to the big screen
bill gates dreams
but it seems youd rather see me in jail
with state dreams
want me off the scene fast
but good things last
like your favorite m.c. still makin' some mean cash
first rapper to bring a platinum plaque
back to the projects
but you still wanna hate, be my guest
I suggest




Do it now
Chorus






Do it now, I told you do it now

Verse 2:

You wanna hate me then hate me
what can I do?
but keep gettin money
funny I was just like you
I had to hustle hard never give up
until I made it
now y'all sayin that's a clever nigga
nothing to play with
hate on me, I blew but I'm the same ol G
People warn me, when you're on top there's envy
took my niggas out the hood but you doubt on us
sayin' we left the hood
but can't get it out of us
My bad, should I step out my shoes
give 'em to you?
here's my car and my house
you can live in that too
criticize when I flow for the streets
hate my dress code
Gucci this, Fendi that
what you expect hoe
nickname esco
took this game to its threshold
best flow I bet the whole U.S. know
try to make it like you the realest
but who the illest?
think we all know the answer to that
cause niggas feel this right




Do it now

Chorus



Verse 3:

Its a thin line between paper and hate
friends and snakes, nine millis and thirty-eights
Hell or the pearly gates
I was destined to come
predicted, blame God, he blew breath in my lungs
second to none, wicked turn wives to widows
shoot through satin pillows, the desolate one
took a little time to claim my spot
chairman of the board until this game stop
and I side with the Lord
ride for the cause
while driving, niggas shot out my doors
plottin, I'm sure to catch me
with they glocks to my jaw
try stickin me up but I
but I flipped on these ducks
Instead of me
ambulances were picking them up
niggas fear what they don't understand
hate what they can't conquer
guess its just a theory of man
became a monster, atop of the world
never fallin
I'm as real as they come
from day one, forever ballin
c'mon




Chorus (x2)
(Do it now, do it now)
(do it now, do it now)
(c'mon)
(Hate me now, hate me now)
(C'mon niggas, c'mon niggas)
(do it now, get the shit over with)
(it ain't gonna ever stop niggas)


hate me now - nas

Artist:     Dr. Dre/Snoop Doggy dogg
Album:    Dr. Dre 2001
Title:    Still DRE

(Snoop Doggy dogg)

Still Snoop Dogg and D R E
Still.. still doing that shi*t, right?

(Dr.Dre)

Oh for show, check me out
It's still Dre Day A K
Before I chrom the lot, can't keep it home a lot
Cause when I frequent the spots that I'm known to rock
You hear the bass from the trunk when I'm on the block
Ladies, they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell off
How? My last album was "The Chronic"
They want to know if he still got it
They say rap's changed, they want to know how I feel about it

(Snoop Doggy dogg)

If you ain't up on pace

(Dr. Dre)

Dr. Dre is the name, I'm ahead of my game
Still, puffing my leafs, still with the beats
Still not loving police (Uh huh)
Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease
Still got love for the streets, repping 213
Still the beat bangs, still doing my thang
Since I left, ain't too much changed, still

CHORUS X 2

(Snoop Doggy dogg)
I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world
Still hitting them corners in them low low's girl

(Dr. Dre)

Still taking my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E

Since the last time you heard from me I lost a friend
Well, hell, me and Snoop, we dipping again
Kept my ear to the streets, signed Eminem
He's triple platinum, doing 50 a week
Still, stay close to the heat
And even when I was close to defeat, I rose to my feet
My life is like a soundtrack I wrote to the beat
Treat my rap like Cali weed I smoke till' I sleep
Wake up in the A.M compose a beat
I bring the fire till you're soaking in your seat
It's not a fuke, it's been tried, I'm the troop
It's Turn Out the Lights from the World Class Wreckin' Crue
I'm still at it, After mathmatic
In the home of drivebys and a.k matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through then I get skin, D.R.E

CHORUS x 2

It ain't nothing but more hot shi*t
Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with
Whether you're cooling on a corner with your fly bitc*h
Laid back in the shack, play this track
I'm representing for the gangstas all across the world
(Still hitting them corners in them low low's girl)
I'll break your neck, damn near put your face in your lap
Try to be the king but the ace is back

(Snoop Doggy dogg)

So if you ain't up on thangs

(Dr. Dre)
Dr. Dre be the name still running the game
Still got it wrapped like a mummy
Still ain't tripping, love to see young blacks get money
Spend time out the hood, take they moms out the hood
Hit my boys off with jobs, no more living hard
Barbeques every day, driving fancy cars
Still gon' get mine regardless

REPEAT CHORUS x 3!

(Snoop Doggy dogg)

Like that, right back up in ya
'95 plus four pennies
Add that ____ up, D R E right back on top of thangs'
Smoke some with your dog
No stress, no seeds, no sims', no sticks!
Some of that real sticky icky'
A little weed, put it in the air
For you's a fool D.R.E


Still D.R.E.-Dr. Dre feat. Snoop Dogg

Artist:     Capone -n- Noreaga
Album:    The Reunion
Title:    Y'all Don't Wanna

[noreaga]
Yeah..
Why they don't get a nigga like me
To sing the national anthem or nuttin?
{*laughs*} it's nothin!

Nokio! (flame, nokio)
Nokio give us a beat baby - some gangsta shit yo!
Cnn, the best group that ever lived
Best blowin fuckin group that ever lived in rap
Hundred percent real stories, we speak truth
Yo, tell 'em how your life is son
How your life is yo?

[noreaga]
My life is nuttin like a sitcom, you see i sip dom
I rock jor-dan's, and can't stand pip-pen's
Bases loaded, coach want me to bunt
But i'ma go for the homer and [përmirësoje fjalorin!] the pump
I was the kid in the hood your moms ain't want you with
Now i'm rich, tell your moms one-two click
Since a young one, i love heaven and love hell
Escobar style, i'll build my own jail
The america's, 'merica's, favorite thug
To sell cocaine, america's, favorite drugs
Me and 'pone like the military, we train niggaz
And the hoes don't [përmirësoje fjalorin!], they just brain niggaz
Cnn, focus on us, we coco-nuts
We throw our gang signs up, wit us
Set up a congregation, so i can orally speak
I orally, have seks cause my aura(?) is deep, it go

[chorus: capone-n-noreaga]
{pone} y'all don't wanna [përmirësoje fjalorin!] with us
Cnn out for them pesos
Y'all don't wanna bust with us
Niggaz better move when we say so
{nore} what's this i hear?
{pone} cnn ain't real?!
{nore} what's this i hear?
{pone} cnn is wack?!
{nore} what's this i hear?
{pone} cnn won't kill?!
{nore} now what's this i hear?
{pone} cnn ain't back?!

[capone]
Yo, i give you every part of my life, to my paralyzed
To the foul death of my moms, the slug and the length of my arm
I'm "the answer" like allen i.
Who runs sick like cancer on the island, i
I'm the first that ever loc'ed on a nok' track
Cnn back, like #5 jordan's purple and black
We spazzed on purpose, [përmirësoje fjalorin!] tryin to sit in a cat'
I erase drama and talk, memories in my rap
It's kinda hard to rap on radio while i sit in the box
All i could think was money, send a few flicks to my pops
I give the street life my all, stripes and scars
Nights was hard, felt i had a right to rob
Now i spit righteous bars, [përmirësoje fjalorin!] livin like the stars
Give me a hood crib and a chrysler dodge
Cause i'm just like y'all, my kicks scuff like y'all
I still get harassed and searched up like y'all

[chorus]

[capone]
Yo, imagine us cowards
You still live with mommy, still get allowance
I chase henny, bubblin ounces
I returned off a short stretch, stuck in the mountains
What's this i hear huh? this is my year
'pone shit kosher you think not? i give you my ear
Now listen closer i was born, and i'ma die here
Listen soldier, i rap and keep one in the holster
Nigga you front, and i'ma pop one in your shoulder

[noreaga]
Yo raise the partition, [përmirësoje fjalorin!] guns with ammunition
Knock you out position, and have your little hoe missin
Niggaz get locked up, i spread my love
Yo they leave god-body but they come home blood
Balloon bags full of weed, yo i send you those
And it's all about my niggaz, won't mention hoes
Keep it tight on all four corners, warrant search
Po'-po' and c.o.'s they all get merked, it go

[chorus] - repeat 2x

[noreaga]
Yeah, it's like this
Collaboration, cnn gangsta shit
With my nigga nokio on the beats
On the boards, fuckin shit up y'all, yeah
He on the boards, fuckin shit up y'all
Huh, a hit record, got a hit record, written all over the track
Aiyyo it got a hit record all over the track
Yeah hit record, written all over the track..

Artist:     Firm, The
Album:    The Album
Title:    Phone Tap

nas] yo this esco, who this?

[az]
What's the deally?
I just touched grounds down in philly
Brought a pound with me, feds floatin around silly
Tryin to find lynn, biitch supposed to be in the benz
Parked in row ten, her and that slow hoe gwen
Should of known she was a biitch that we both could of boned
To post it alone, the ass had us both in the zone
But you know the rules, both been schooled by older dudes
I know the jewels
No time for them thoughts, too much to lose
Just tryin to vibe until them hoes role with the ride
Where's your joy and pride?
You know little des got your eyes

[nas]
In the cut, drop-z okay, the top's up
Left the mall bought little amal the toy truck
Your boy's what, three years old now, correct?
He and my daughter age neck and neck, they futures set
Trees got me wet, in the background's an old cassette
Fly stephanie mills shit
What's the deal with, all this shit i'm hearin up top
You got arrested, shot a fair one with a cop
That ain't ya stee', you usually low key with no t
I'm only goin off of what some weak biitch told me

[az]
That's some ill shit, hear that biitch go with her click

[nas]
Yo dunn,
I'll hit you right back cause the static is thick

[spanish speaker -> words unknown]

Chorus: dr. dre

We got your phone tapped, what you gon' do
Cause sooner or later, we'll have your whole crew
All we need now is the right word or two
To make all it stick like glue, then you through
We got your phone tapped, what you gon' do
Cause sooner or later, we'll have your whole crew
All we need now is the right word or two
To make all it stick like glue, we got you

[az]
We just hit the cribbo, i'm curled up on this pillow
I'm still low, hold the ill news, these niggaz killed mo'
The shit touched me, tryin to chill just lit a dutchie
From a while back - same foul cats who tried to bust me
Caught 'em sleeppin, in spanish harlem with some puerto ricans
Up in washington heights right off the deacon
Feel awful speakin, for some reason, feel the phone's tapped
Alone with gats left with a vest to watch my own back

[nas]
Keep your eyes open - stay wide, shit is mind blowin
Look for any sign showin one-time is knowin
About the dynasty, shit is not minor leauges no more
Cats bleed in this cold war
Son we took an oath, then this life took us both
We rich now, milk the whole cow, split the growth
Now i'm on the car doin, headlights on
Fluid in the windsheild wipes gone this light storm
That's formin in the sky, you comin home tomorrow?
Will you drive or will you fly - hold up, my other side

[nature]
Yo son some other cats tried to ruin our plans
Sendin two decoy biitches with pictures of you and your man
Askin your whereabouts - i gave 'em no leads
For all the nigga know them hoes [përmirësoje fjalorin!] with police

[nas]
No shit i'm clickin over, i'ma tell sos' quick
Son - them outta state biitches tryin to get us both hit
That was nate, he hit me last night late while in my hoe's stomach
Said it's no hundred, we fbi's most wanted
So play the low, change your clothes, pack your bags
Watch what you say on this phone, get home fast

Chorus

[az]
Yo it's all good
I'ma hit you when i touch down tomorrow son, word

[nas]
Stay on point - don't even use the phone
Just come to my crib yo, word up

[az]
Out


Phone Tap

Artist:     2Pac
Album:    How Do U Want It 12
Title:    Hit 'Em Up

[Featuring Outlawz]
Intro: Tupac
I ain't got no motherfuckin friends
That's why I fucked yo' biitch, you fat motherfucker
(take money) West side!!
Bad Boy killers
(take money) You know the realest is niggaz
(take money) We bring it to you
(take money)

Verse One: Tupac

First off, fuckk your biitch in the clit you claim
West side when we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life
Plus Puffy tryin ta see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smallz and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark ass bitches
We keep on comin' while we runnin for ya jewels
steady gunnin, keep on bustin at the fools, you know the rules
Little Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil Kim, don't fuckk around with real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off tha street, so fuckk peace
I let them niggas know it's on for life
So let the West side ride tonight hahahah
Bad Boy murdered on wax, and killed
Fuck wit' me and get ya caps peeled, you know ... see ...

Chorus:

Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac
Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
NIGGA, I hit em' up...
Interlude: Tupac
Check this out, you muthafuckas know what time it is
I don't even know why I'm on this track
ya'll nigguz ain't even on my level
I'ma let my little homies ride on you
biitch made-ass bad boy bitches -- deal with it!!

Verse Two:

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smallz just got dropped
Little Moo, pass the Mac, and let me hit him in his back
Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin tracks
little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard-a ya
Poisinous gats attack when I'm servin ya
Spank the shank ya whole style when I dank
Guard your rank, cause I'ma slam you in the pavement
Puffy weaker that a fuckin rocka wanna do, nigga
and, I'll smoke ya junior mafia in front of you, nigga
With the ready power tuckin my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
ya clout, pretty sour I get packages every hour
and hit em up

Chorus


Verse Three: Tupac

Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
this aint no freestyle battle, all you niggaz gettin
killed with ya mouths open
tryin to come up offa me, you in the clouds hoping
smokin dope it's like a sherm high
Niggaz think they learned to fly
But they burned muthafucka, you deserve to die
Talkin bout you gettin money, but its funny to me
All you niggaz living bummy, while you fuckin' wit me
I'm a self made milionare
Thug Livin out a prison, pistols in the air, hahaha
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on my couch
and beg the biitch to let you sleep in the house, ahh
Now its all about Versacci, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it, and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the record straight, with my AK
I'm still the thug you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit em up

Verse Four:

I'm from N-E-W Jerz, where plenty murders occur
No points to be calmer, we bringin drama to all you herbs
Knuckle check the scenario, Little Cease
I bring you fake G's to your knees
Coppin pleas cuz this ain't your area
Lil Kim, is you coked up, or doped up?
Get ya lil Junior Whopper click smoked up, what the fuckk
is you STUPID?!?! I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
with my click lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block
with 15 shots cockk glock to your knot
Outlaw mafia click movin up another notch
And you bast stops squaws get mopped and dropped
All your fake-ass east coast props brainstormed and locked

Verse Four:

Youse a, beat biter, a Paç style taker
I'll tell you to ya face you aint shit but a faker
Softer than Alize with a chaser
Bout to get murdered for the paper
Idi Amin approach the scene
Write a caper, like a loc, with little ceaser in a choke hold
Totin smoke, we aint no muthafuckin joke
Thug Life, niggaz betta be knowin, we approchin
in the wide open, guns smokin
no need for hopin its a battle lost, I got across
Soon as the funk was poppin off
Nigga I hit em up

Outro: Tupac

Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run
They don't wanna see us
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. click dressin up tryin ta be us
How the fuckk they gonna be the mob when we always on our job
We millionaires, killin ain't fair but somebody gotta do it
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna fuckk with us?
You little young ass motherfuckers
Don't one of you niggaz got sickle cell or somethin?
You fuckin with me nigga you fuckk around
and have a seizure or a heart-attack
You better back the fuckk up, fore you get smacked the fuckk up
That's how we do it on our side
Any of you niggaz from New York that wanna bring it bring it
But we ain't singin, we bringin drama
Fuck you and your motherfuckin mama
We gonna kill all you motherfuckers
Now when I çame out I told you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfuckin opinion
Well this how we gonna do this
Fuck Mobb Deep
Fuck Biggie
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff record label
and as a motherfuckin crew
And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy
Then fuckk you too
Chino XL, [përmirësoje fjalorin!] you too
All you motherfuckers, fuckk you too
(take money)
(take money)
Alla y'all motherfuckers, fuckk you die slow motherfucker
My fo'-fo' make sure all y'all kids don't grow
You motherfuckers can't be us or see us
We the motherfuckin Thug Life ridahs West side till we die!
Out herë in California we warn ya we'll bomb on you motherfuckers
We do our job
You think you mob, nigga we the motherfuckin mob
Ain't nuttin but killers and the real niggaz
All you motherfuckers feel us
Our shit's going triple and four-quadruple
(take money)
You niggaz blast as our staff got guns at they
motherfuckers back, you know how it is
When we drop records they feel it
You niggaz can't feel it
We the realest, FUCK EM, we Bad Boy killin *echoes*


Tupac - Hit Em Up(Uncensored)

Artist:     Nas
Album:    Stillmatic
Title:    One Mic

[speaking softly, gradually getting louder]
One time.. yeah.. yeah..

Yo, all i need is one mic, one beat, one stage
One nigga front, my face on the front page
Only if i had one gun, one girl and one crib
One god to show me how to do things his son did
Pure, like a çup of virgin blood; mixed with
151, one sip'll make a nigga flip
Writin names on my hollow tips, plottin shit
Mad violence who i'm gon' body, this hood politics
Ackowledge it, leave bodies chopped in garbages
Seeds watch us, grow up and try to follow us
Police watch us {*siren*} roll up and try knockin us
One knee i ducked, could it be my time is up
But my luck, i got up, the cop shot again
Bus stop glass bursts, a fiend drops his heineken
Richochetin between the spots that i'm hidin in
Blackin out as i shoot back, fuckk gettin hit! [more sirens]
This is my hood i'ma rep, to the death of it
'til everybody come home, little niggaz is grown
Hoodrats, don't abortion your womb, we need more warriors soon
Sip from the star sun and the moon
In this life of police chases street sweepers and coppers
Stick-up kids with no conscience, leavin victims with doctors
If you really think you ready to die, with nines out
This is what nas is bout, nigga the time is now!

[whispering again]
Yo, all i need is one mic..
All i need is one mic.. that's all i need
All i need is one mic.. all i need niggaz
All i need is one mic.. yeah

[gradually getting louder]
All i need is one blunt, one page, and one pen
One prayer - tell god forgive me for one sin
Matter fact maybe more than one, look back
At all the hatred against me, fuckk alla them
Jesus died at age 33, there's thirty-three shots
From twin glocks there's sixteen apiece, that's thirty-two
Which means, one of my guns was holdin 17
Twenty-seven hit your crew, six went into you
Everybody gotta die sometime; hope your funeral
Never gets shot up, bullets tear through the innocent
Nothin is fair, niggaz roll up, shootin from wheelchairs
My heart is racin, tastin revenge in the air
I let the shit slide for too many years, too many times
Now i'm strapped with a couple of macs, too many nines
If y'all niggaz really wit me get busy load up the semis
Do more than just hold it explode the clip until you empty
There's nothin in our way - they bust, we bust, they rust, we rust
Led flyin, feel it? i feel it in my gut
That we take these bitches to war, lie 'em down
Cause we stronger now my nigga the time is now!!

[whispering again]
All i need is one mic.. that's all i need, that's all i need
All i need is one mic.. there's nuttin else in the world
All i need is one mic.. that's all a nigga need to do his thing y'know
All i need is one mic..

[starting loud this time, getting quieter]
All i need is one life, one try, one breath i'm one man
What i stand for speaks for itself, they don't understand
Or wanna see me on top, too egotistical
Talkin all that slick shit, the same way these bitches do
Wonder what my secrets is, niggaz'll move on you
Only if they know, what your weakness is i have none
Too late to grab guns i'm blastin cause i'm a cool nigga
Thought i wouldn't have that ass done? fooled you niggaz
What you call a infinite brawl, eternal souls clashin
War gets deep, some beef is everlastin
Complete with thick scars, brothers knifin each other
Up in prison yards, drama, where does it start?
You know the block was ill as a youngster
Every night it was like a, cop would get killed body found in the dumpster
For real a hustler, purchased my range, niggaz throwin dirt on my name
Jealous cause fiends got they work and complain
Bitches left me cause they thought i was finished
Shoulda knew she wasn't true she çame to me when her man caught a sentence
Diamonds are blindin, i never make the same mistakes
Movin with a change of pace, lighter load, see now the king is straight
Swellin my melon cause none of these niggaz real
Heard he was, tellin police, how can a kingpin squeal?
This is crazy, i'm on the right track i'm finally found
You need some soul searchin, the time is now

All i need is one mic.. yeah, yeah yeah yeah
All i need is one mic.. that's all i ever needed in this world, fuckk cash
All i need is one mic.. fuckk the cars, the jewelry
All i need is one mic.. to spread my voice to the whole world


Nas -One Mic