[Chorus (2x) (Mannie Fresh):]
All the niggas was, buck, buckin' in the crowd
And all the ladies was, scream, screamin' out loud
Go number 1
Brian, Baby, Bizzy, Bubba
Go number 1
Old ig-nant motherfucker

[Verse 1: (Baby)]
(Come on, you ridin' this dick)
Yo, fuck being a prince
I'm the king of the south
It's the birdman daddy stick the gag in ya mouth
It's the, Boss Hog, known Big Dawg
The boss of the ghetto and I ball like a Dawg
You see that, four pound, ga-round, and round
round banana clip and I shut your hood down
See I floss like Jewelry (stay broke like Woodie)
It's the number 1 daddy, look for carpet and pully
See I shine like feet, 23's for me
24's on the truck and leave on dub streets
See I wipe a bitch down
Then dribble on the hoe
And touch her from her head, from her waist to her toe
Now buckle up Ma it's time to ride out
G-waggin' daddy , I keeps it down south
Escalade truck, in the back, and it's nasty
Cut it on the side, switch it out, and it's a Caddy

[Chorus (2x)]

[Verse 2: (Mannie Fresh)]
Let me holla at these niggas that went out bad
They jumped in the magazine and showed they ass
But it ain't nothin' but stunna to bust a nigga ass
When I jumped off the porch, y'all were still on the grass (Biotch)
Nigga gave me a shot and gave me a gun
Fresh loaded the gun and told me have some fun
But A,A- the B-I the I-I
You motherfucka! (Fucka)
Suck a d-iock
You Motherfucka! (Fucka)
Ba- Ba- Bubba Motherfucka !
Them hoes be sayin' ([Women:] You a dirty motherfucka)
See the pipes, rims, cars, the chrome
The jewels, the ice, ears, the arm
The ??, the Lui, the Gucci, the berry
The swine, the mink, let's get it together
The prowler, the swade, the jacket, the leather
Headliner, rebot, tailor made sweaters
The guns, the pistol, automatic niggas
Ak, nine glocks, mackin' left niggas
It's the princess cuts, round shaped diamonds
You betta understand because these hoes all minors (You better Biotch!)
It's the Ma- Ma- Mannie Mannie Fresh nigga (The fuck with this nigga!)
Disrespect, you get the Smith and Western nigga!
Spin yo block on 24's nigga
[Woman:] Stunna Stunna
[Mannie:] I'm known to havin' hoes nigga!

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
I went from, teach to streets, to solvin' this beef
Nigga gave me my shot, November the nuts ski
Aye aye 19 that is (Woooo)
See them tattoo tears
See I'm a known deep boy with the dope in the frig
It's me Lac and Stone and all my kids
Ridin' round town in that brand new Jig (Woooooo Weeeee!)
Jaguar that is
See I'm world wide grindin' and I'm tryin' to live
You know how it is when you got the kids
You gots to go home and get it how you live
Ain't got no money so you pick at eye lids
Turn around the corner and you askin' why
You fought everybody cause you stupid ass high
Asked mom for money you dumb motherfucka (fucka)
She find out in jail and you back this summa (summa)

[Chorus 4x]

first the earth was flat
but it fattened up when we didn't fall off
now we spin laps 'round the sun
all the gods lost, 2-1
a host to heaven pointed out to us from light years away
we're surrounded by a billion galaxies

things are not always
things are not always how they seem
will you be ready? will you be ready?

the inter-realm of life
has got you tiptoed and pinning all your hopes
on the (talk-talk?) of dreams
you're not alone in this
the polyfilla waves look strong in the weakness of the gaps

things are not always
things are not always how they seem
they don't turn out always
don't quite turn out always how we think
will we be ready? will we be ready?

i'm dying to know, what's in your head
i'm dying to know, how it all got in there
i'm dying to know, to help make some sense of it all
i'm dying to know, tell me, is it my fault?

and i care about you, darling
and i care about you
cause i care about you, more than anyone else

things are not always
things are not always how they seem
they don't turn out always
don't quite turn out always how we think
will we be ready?

[Lil'Flip]

Lil' Flip
Represent
7-1-3

Now when you see me in the Lamborghini speeding, bumpin Screw
I know you see my license plate, "Lil' Flip #2"
I use to skip summer school, hit the block and move work
That was enough to buy some shoes, pants, and a new shirt
Now I'm shinin like Puff, wearin diamonds like Puff
We got everybody else music sounding like US
But hold up! You better get your own style
Cause we been bumpin Screw down here for a while!
And when you see me at the mall, Just me and my dawg
I'm shoppin with them, Cause I ain't trickin for a broad
I do shows and rock crowds, And then I get paid
Summer time, I'm on dubs, Winter time, I'm on blades
My whole click livin laid, man we all got Vets
My crib so big, I ain't even see my room yet
But hold up! You better get your own style
Cause we been buyin six-figure homes for a while!
Now when you see me in the Vibe, Murder Dog and The Source
And the XXL, standing next to a Porsche
I get paid with my voice, so I pimp these beats
I hate commercial rap, so I pimp these streets
You don't work you don't eat, that's a known fact
I just don't rap, nigga I know how to act
But hold up! You better get your own style
Cause we been fuckin with magazines for a while!

[Chorus x1]
Because we represent the 7-1-3!
The type of Rappers y'all never goin be!
We makin money y'all never goin see!
Because we represent the 7-1-3!
Houston, Texas nigga!

Now when you see me with Tigga, On BET
Or 106 and Park, with AJ and Free
Or MTV, come take a look at my house
And after that, come take a look at my mouth
Yea I represent the South, like Pastor Troy
And I'm still Fresh and Clean, like Andre and Big Boi
But hold up! You better get your own style
Cause we been talkin shit on TV for a while!
Now when you see me with a sweet, blowing smoke out my nose
9 times outta 10, I'm probably blowin Hydro
So don't blow my high, just leave me alone!
Cause I get high like Cheech and Chong
Call me 'Afroman' when my hair ain't braided
I got 20 tatoo's but I'm still educated
But hold up! You better get your own style
Cause we been smokin high-time weed for a while!
And when you see my at the club, I gotta get my floss on
Techno, my ring shinnin, and I got my cross on
I gotta brand new phone, Cause I'ma rich nigga
And when people call, you can see they picture
I'm still Lil'Flipper, but my money got taller
And my Benz got wider, and your hundred got smaller
But hold up! You better get your own style
Cause we been acting bad, drivin cars for a while!
When you see me Big Pimpin, like UGK
I'm choppin on blades, candy-paint, Jog Grey
I'm sittin on Twenty's, but I'm twenty-one
I'm ridin with an AK, you still got a B-B Gun
So you need to Back, Back, and gimme 50 feet
Cause you ain't sellin records like Sucka-Free
But hold up! You better get your own style
Cause we been ridin around with straps for a while!

[Chorus x2]
Because we represent the 7-1-3!
The type of Rappers y'all never goin be!
We makin money y'all never goin see!
Because we represent the 7-1-3!
Houston, Texas nigga!

Bar tender I really did it this time
Broke my parole to have a good time
When I got home it was 6 a.m.
The door was locked so I kicked it in
She was trippin' on the bills
I think she was high on some pills
She threw my shit out into the yard
The she called me a bum and slapped me real hard
And in my drunkin' stooper
I did what I should of never done
Now I'm sittin' here talking to you
Drunk and on the run

I'm sittin' at a bar on the inside
Waitin' for my ride on the outside
She broke my heart in the trailer park
So I jacked the keys to her fuckin' car
Crashed that piece of shit and then stepped away

You know mo I'll probably get ten years
So just give me beers 'til they get here
Yeah I know the sun is comin' up
And you all are probably gettin' ready for closin' up
But I'm trying to drown my soul
I'm tired of this life on a dirt road
And everything that I love is gone
And I'm tired of hangin' on

She got me sittin' at a bar on the inside
Waitin' for my ride on the outside
She stole my heart in the trailer park
So I jacked the keys to her fuckin' car
Crashed that piece of shit and then stepped away

I guess it's meant to be
Romance is misery
So much for memories
And now I'm headed to the Penitentiary
See me on T.V.
The next cop series
I am a danger
I guess I should've done something about my anger
But I'll never learn
Real things I don't concern
I pour kerosene on everything I love and watch it burn
I know it's my fault
But I wasn't happy it was over
She through a fit so I crashed that piece a shit nova

And now I'm goin' back again
Back to the pen to see my friends
And when we all pile out that county van
They'll ask me where I've been

I've been at a bar on the inside
Waitin' for my ride on the outside
She broke my heart in the trailer park
So I jacked the keys to her fuckin' car
Crashed that piece of shit and then stepped away

I turn away and shove my hands deep in my pockets
I see her face my body aches and I start rotting
I watch as he stares into eyes that gazed upon me
Time ticks by I feel like dying and then she calls me

[ Chorus ]
I think its great that we're so such good friends
I'm so glad that we're such good friends
Do you think of me when your being abused
Thank God I wasn't used.
Wait by the phone because she said that she would call me
I know she won't but I still hope it will start ringing
I'll try to find something to do to pass the time
I lock my door, pace back and forth my teeth are grinding

[ Repeat Chorus ]

When he makes you cry do you consider your best interests,
When he gets high you know your pain is self inflicted
I watch as he stares into eyes that gazed upon me
Time ticks my I feel like dying and then she calls me

Welcome ladies and gentlemen
This is Mark... oh-Who-gives-a-fuck from '93 TV
This is my co-host, Bob Buttafuoco
(Hey hey guys) Yeah yeah yeah
We got a crowd that's in a frenzy Bob
Let's go down to the announcers for the start of the game

*Stadium announcer*
And now.. please rise for the singing of our national anthem

(Chorus) *paraphrasing The Jeffersons*
I say the fish don't fry in the kitchen
Beans don't burn on the grill (that's right)
It took a whole lot of tah-ryin
Just to get up that hill
I said but now we're up in the BIG LEAGUES
My dirty it's our turn at bat
And just as long as we livin, it's Lunatics playa
It ain't nuttin wrong with that, huh - batter up

St. Lunatics-
I'm the first to swing
home run with that give-me-what-you-got thing, hot wings
Fuck a duck, smoke an ounce, show me love
Hit the club, me and T-Luv holla what
I put my mack down, she throw a curve ball
She owed Milli smoked that herb and some Llly-bone
She tip-top 'em, Optimo
First base, god livin like a worst race
First chase, throw yo' people and yo' kind
Second lesson, smoke that herb and clear yo' mind
It's about time, second base wisdom rhyme
Hittin strong, skipped third base and headed home
Third baseman just don't understand baby what the bomb
What the fuck wrong, with this world today
With these girls today, diamonds and pearls the way
You wasn't fuckin with me, leave, for the wrap that's in my seed
Now you stays on yo knees cause we's be in the big league
Cause we's be in the big leauge

(Chorus)

Nelly-
Well you should see me now, I'm eatin Wheaties now
I'm stealin second and third goin home gettin greedy now
See me now, people call me speedy now
Known for runnin the quickest miles
hit and run in any town, any ground
Rules 'fore I hit it, split it, lick it and quit it
And hit it, lick it, did I say lick it, (yeah) fuck it, lick it
Ain't no shame in my game, that normal shit ain't my thang
If I think with my dick then put your mouth on my brains
I maintain through the atmosphere, what we got here
A sucka in fear, hear the roars and the cheers
From the crowd when I take the mile, let me show 'em how
Hit the ball on the ground and make 'em get down

(Chorus)

*Sports personalities*
Well uhh this next young batter on deck
He's still in high school (yeah I heard that)
(It's a great day though)
A high school outta the inner city of St. Louis, Missouri
(I think his name's umm, who knows..
Mur-uhh, Murphey Lee or somethin)

Murphey Lee-
I want my name not, not said but screamed
I went from fantasies to dreams,from dreams to bigger things
I'm like Bennett I been in it since, ninety-three
You can tell cause my L angle 90 degrees
I'ma sixteen year-old school boy, platinum skills
Swear to tell the real, the whole real to make a mill'
I lie little but still, talk straight up like motto
I could tell you somethin now, you think twice about it tomorrow
I promise, I gets deeper than file cabinets when rappin
what what Money, money, money, money what's happenin
I'm comin up like family members in basements, and I stay bent
Make a milli to play with, buy a building you can pay me
And who we take is who we came with
You know how we do, we do, we do, we do, we do, we do

(Chorus)

If the elephants have past lives,
Yet are destined to always remember,
It's no wonder how they scream,
Like you and I, they must have some temper.

And I am dreaming of them on the plains,
Dirtying up their beds,
Watching for some kind of rain
To cool their hot heads.

And how dare that you send me that card
When I'm doing all that I can do.
You are forcing me to remember
When all I want is to just forget you.

If the tiger shall protect her young,
Then tell me how did you slip by.
All my instincts have failed me for once
I must have somehow slept the whole night.

And I am dreaming of them with their kill,
Tearing it all apart,
Blood dripping from their lips,
And teeth sinking in to heart.

And how dare that you say you will call,
When you know I need some peace of mind..
If you had to take sides with the animals,
Won't you do it with one who is kind?

If the hawks in the trees need the dead,
If you're living you don't stand a chance.
For a time, though you share the same bed,
There are only two ends to this dance.

You can flee with your wounds just in time,
Or lie there as he feeds,
Watching yourself ripped to shreds
And laughing as you bleed.

So for those of you falling in love,
Keep it kind, keep it good, keep it right.
Throw yourself in the midst of danger,
But keep one eye open at night.

musicfree4@gmail.com

First the Earth was flat
But it fattened up when we didn't fall off
Now we spin laps around the Sun
Oh the gods lost 2-1
The host of Heaven pointed out to us from lightyears away
We're surrounded by a billion galaxies

Things are not always, things are not always how they seem
will you be ready (will you be ready?)

The interim of life has got you tiptoed and pinning all your hopes on the top dog of dreams
You're not alone in this
The pollyfilla way looks strong in the weakness of the gaps

Things are not always, things are not always how they seem
They don't turn out always, don't quite turn out always how we think
Will we be ready (will we be ready?)

I'm dying to know what's in your head
I'm dying to know how it all got in there
I'm dying to know, to help make some sense of it all
I'm dying to know, tell me is it my fault?

I care about you darling
and I care about you
cause I care about you more than anyone else

Things are not always, things are not always how they seem
They don't turn out always, don't quite turn out always how we think
Will we be ready?

All the people I know wanna be left alone
Some people! I don't know?
They wont leave you alone
You gotta be just - be just like them

Biggest gang I know they call the government
Gang is a weapon
That you trade your mind in for
You gotta be just - be just like them

The gang
And the government
No different
The gang
And the government
No different
The gang
And the government
No different
That makes me 1%
That makes me 1%

Trouble comes down
Like a foot steppin heavy
Shake your fist
At the bitch
Or wave your money
You gotta be right
You gotta be right
Don't be no
Supper for a big fish
With the big lip
And the over -
Bite - bite

You gotta bite
Bite - bite - bite - dabita
Bite - bite - badadabita
Bite - bite - bite - bite
Bite - bite - bite - bite

Sll the people I know wanna be left alone
Some people I don't know?
They wont leave you alone!
You gotta be just - be just like them

The gang
And the government
No different
The gang
And the government
No different
The gang
And the government
No different
That makes me 1%
That makes me 1%
That makes me 1%
That makes me 1%

Baptised in fire,
Forty to one

So silent before the storm,
awaiting command
A few has been chosen to stand,
As one outnumbered by far

The orders from high command:
Fight back hold your ground
In early September it came
A war unknown to the world

No army may enter that land
That is protected by Polish hand
Unless you are forty to one
Your force will soon be undone, undone!

Baptised in fire,
Forty to one
Spirit of Spartans
Death and glory
Soldiers of Poland, second to none
Wrath of the Wehrmacht brought to a halt

The 8th of September it starts
The rage of the Reich
A barrage of mortars and guns
Stand fast, the bunkers will hold

The captain has pledged his life
I'll face my fate here!
The sound of artillery strike
So fierce, the thunder of guns

So come bring on all that you've got
Come hell, come high water, never stop!
Unless you are forty to one
Your lives will soon be undone, undone!

Baptised in fire,
Forty to one
Spirit of Spartans,
Death and glory
Soldiers of Poland, second to none
Wrath of the Wehrmacht brought to a halt

Always remember, a fallen soldier
Always remember, fathers and sons at war

Always remember, a fallen soldier
Always remember, fathers and sons at war

Always remember, a fallen soldier
Always remember, buried in history!

No army may enter that land
That is protected by Polish hand
Unless you are forty to one
Your force will soon be undone, undone!

Baptised in fire,
Forty to one
Spirit of Spartans
Death and glory
Soldiers of Poland, second to none
Wrath of Wehrmacht brought to a halt

No, No, No!

I caught you in you eye
That disconnected trouble
Respect the hive
It seems like days since you rejected
Your mom and I
We'll hope you dance to your bad weather
Young love is fine
Just please respect
The candles as they lie

I know that we'll decide
You wonder why it can't stay simple
Your mom and I
To pet your head
And dress your letters
Don't worry about why
And split your head
And sleep unmolded
Young love is blind
Just please respect the candles in a line

Eminem
WHOOOOOOOOO!! HAHAHA
Guess who's back!
Mommy! We're home!
Say hello to my little friends!
DJ Muggs, Soul Assassins, Cypress Hill!
Everybody, Put your hands where my eyes can see em!

(Eminem)
Everywhere we go people know we roll deep as f**k
40 50 Samoans aint no one wanna deal with us
50 Twizzy Obie there won't be no hoe in us
They pop shit like they gonna do shit but no one does
When we move down to Texas back up to Los Angeles
We change the way we move so man up if you can't adjust
You may end up getting rushed by too many to handle us
Its funny I guess money does have its advantages
And it isn't that we just think that we can't be touched
Its not like we're just feelin ourselves that much it's just
That if someone ever does put us in the clutch
We just know that ya'll aint gonna be the one who's gonna do it
'cause first of all you're pushy and everybody can see that
You f**k around get caught in a spot that you shouldn't be at
That you got no business being in and we aint even gonna be in it
No one's gonna hear nothin no one's gonna see the shit
And they'll be in and up out it them boys is bout it bout it
And the noise from clips n rounds will be drownded out by the crowd
And you'll be layin on the ground getting trampled by people dancing
Till the club closes and clears out and that's when they see you flattened
Nobody saw it happen, all 'cause the jaws are flappin
And you couldn't stop yappin and took it passed rappin
It aint about the music no more, its about tryin to show off
And it feels like any minute the bomb is about to go off

Chorus: (Eminem)
Shit's about to change 'cause we aint playin no games
We aint budgin neither are they and we aint sayin no names
Shit just aint the same when the cage get to sprayin
Hip Hop is in a state of 9-1-1
It aint about hip hop 'cause those days are gone
It aint about tryin to rip shop to get props no more
Its about tryin not to get popped and get dropped to the floor 'cause
Hip Hop is in a state of 9-1-1

(Be Real)
I took the strap off my holster 'cause shit is getting serious
All these drugs you be f**kin with make you delirious
Thinkin you comin with heat yo son I'm curious
How long are you gonna hate us and judge us and jury us
Some people can never fade us they make us so curious
Mistake us for fakers homey with raider with glorious
We live it for real and others just makin the stories up
Illusions so broken so live it up you corny f**ks
If you take a f**kin minute to think about what you done
When you stood against a gangsta who live and die by the gun
Caught a hot one sprayin you bitches till there was none
I'm like a rollin stone homey I got you under my thumb
You silly little bitches can end up right up in ditches
We cut you and give you stitches for envyin all our riches
Your game's just like a midget you clockin the small digit
Dealin with a giant goliath people that's how we live it come on

Chorus

(The Godfather)
I'm gangsta gangsta who come to pay you a visit
On this shit that you call hip hop disfunction is where its headed
When I put it in motion my focus is getting breaded
My appetite for destruction is blasted because I say we got you
Stumblin for cover this music dyin in number
But you wouldn't pause and wonder admittin its all glamour when you
Enter the business you thinking you runnin shit
You witness that funny shit you bitches that aint shit
We gangsta we blast first ask questions later all these
Imitators paradin like they some playas tryin to
Save hip hop the task is something greater
'cause we old fashion coded we loyalty motivators
Getting caught and not telling or more like killin not carin I'm ridin
A gangsta feelin no ferin when gangtas dyin I'm in a
Food circle with homeys that's suppose to bleed
On a 8 mile mission with Cypress and OG's

Chorus

Let's go back in the days before your present
Back when it was a little more pleasent
Before I knew this rap shit would ever lure me in
Let's go back like Mike Fox in the Delorean
Back in the day shit, back to the basics
When brass knuckles used to leave a nigga face ticked
Its back to the Diadoras and the Asics
It's back to the New Editon and The Take 6

I'm Number one, one, one, one
Damn it feels good to see hip-hop sayin somethin'

Let's go way back if you able to do the math yeah
I'm talkin' bout the pool table in the cafe yeah
When the strip was introduce to Paruiqo
Commodore 64 and Coleco
Not back to Cali back to the valley
Back to dapadere yall back to Bally's
Back before Puma and Stange'
Before Zhane and go a little further back to Kwame
Damn we came a long way

I'm Number one, one, one, one
Damn it feels good to see hip-hop ?

I remeber break dancin' cardboards and backflips
the royal blue and the orange Patricks
wudn't like you homo sucka's
I had the low top Converse cause I could change my logos color
I remember way back when every clan was stylin'
Flava Flav clocks and X-Clan medallions
In class see a girl you glance at her
pass her a note do you like me? Circle a answer

I'm Number one, one, one, one
Damn it feels good to see hip-hop sayin somethin

Winters not the best time warm it up Kane had came through
The eight ball jackets and Columbia Rain suits
We ain't pay minds to the length of our chains
Transformers was a dance Decepticons was a gang
yall I'm talkin bout sheep skins
Talkin bout wearn two pair of jeans when moms gave me a beatin'
after school three o clock we was able to fight
park dibs yall two turn tables and mike like

I'm Number one, one, one, one
Damn it feels good to see hip-hop sayin somethin

What about when Public Enemy came out and they dropped a classic
or the Pee-Wee Herman and the Roger Rabbit
and the nerds took our tests and they passed em for us
back to the roof top back to latin quarters
the olds school's new school now it's the same ol
It's back to Fila's, gazelles and Kango's
It's back to 40 ounces back to OE
Not back to rope chains but back to Gold teeth
I was the class clown just snappin at cats
Let's go back to the (?) with the matchin' hats
Remember the Real Roxanne remember all (?)
Remember Kool Moe Dee remember Lord Finesse
I bumped Run-D.M.C. almost every weekend
The Bronx and Queensbridge just couldn't stop beefin'
Kept it on wax they ain't have to pack heat
Back to Ron Zee tapes back to Black Sheep

I'm Number one, one, one, one
Damn it feels good to see hip-hop sayin somethin

Come on say it with me
Im talkin' old Bobby Brown before he (?) Whitney
I used bring all my touys in the tub with me
A snotty nose kid eatin boogers
It was Ultimate Warrior and Jimmy Fly Snooka on
sometimes I read scriptures like Psalms maybe
and I didn't wanna go to church but my moms made me
TV made me laugh
I remember night rider cause Kit used to save his ass
Let's go back to spoonin' back to Black Moon and
back to when wrestlin' had it's own cartoon and
they used to sleep on us now they demand us
Will smith told parents they just can't understand us
back to playin the dozens
back to humpin' our prettiest girl cousin
psyche! I'm buggin.
NWA was simply known
Let' get back on the block I'm talkin Quincy Jones
I gotta Jones yall

I'm Number one, one, one, one
Damn it feels good to see hip-hop sayin somethin

Let's go back before I burned the booth
when Tevin Campbell was ill before the whole world learned the truth
Hip hop had a message then dudes was droppin
I never got what I wanted on back to school shoppin'
Think about, used to be about shit
That was back when I still got easter outfits
We all grew up all older folks
Its more than just music its a culture folks

We Number one, one, one, one
Damn it feels good to see hip-hop sayin somethin

Remember sugar water
what was the name of the fuckin' drink
that they said the fuckin triple K
The Klu Klux Klan and shit had put some shit in and
The black niggaz were gon' die - huh?
Whatever that was, you niggaz knew about it