DRAMA

[mssabina]

ladyshady, your sig is delicious

[ladyshady]

bump board meet-up before the fight!

[curreri13]

Originally posted by ladyshady

get swiss cheesed up for real

u know it

[bbbooom]

by the way you look like a 40 year old bald man in a mid lifr crisis going on a message board for clubbbbber douche

[curreri13]

Originally posted by bbbooom

meet me at the corner of hylan and bay big guy

yesssss......... ill go there at 1:00am tonight.......look for the black bmw.......homieeee your so dead

[ladyshady]

Originally posted by mssabina

ladyshady, your sig is delicious

isn't it?

[bbbooom]

o yea i forgot

SCHMA TO YOU

[Felix_Leiter]

Originally posted by curreri13

yesssss......... ill go there at 1:00am tonight.......look for the black bmw.......homieeee your so dead

so that means im scheduled at 2:00 AM ??

meet me in bay ridge..18 ave silver CLK 430

[mssabina]

wow, internet threats are sooo scary

[bbbooom]

Originally posted by mssabina

wow, internet threats are sooo scary

Wyrd Y0!

One two three go!

My baby don't mess around

Because she loves me so

And this I know fo shooo..

Uh, But does she really wanna

But can't stand to see me

Walk ou the dooo..

Don't try to fight the feelin'

Because the thought alone is killing me right nooww..

Uh, thank god for mom and dad

For sticking through together

'Cause we don't know hooowww...

UH!

Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa..

Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa..

Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa..

Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa..

Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa..

Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa..

Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa..

Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa..

You think you've got it

Ohh, you think you've go it

But got it just don't get it

Till' there's nothing at

AaaaaaaaAAAAAAAaaaaaaAAAAAAaaaaaallllll..

We've been together

Ohh, we've been together

But seperate's always better when there's feelings

InvooooooOOOOOOOoooooooOOOOOOooooooOOOOOlved

If what they say is ("Nothing is forever")

Then what makes, Then what makes, Then what makes

Then what makes, Then what makes LOOVVEEE?

(Love exception) So why you, why you

Why you, why you, why you are we so in denial

When we are not happy heeeerrreeee...

Y'all don't want me here you just wanna dance

Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH)

Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH)

Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (Don't want to meet your daddy, OHH OH)

Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (Just want you in my Caddy OHH OH)

Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH, don't want to meet yo' mama OHH OH)

Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (Just wan't to make you cumma OHH OH)

Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (I'm, OHH OH I'm, OHH OH)

Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (I'm just being honest OHH OH, I'm just being honest)

Hey, alright now

Alright now fealous, (YEAH!)

Now what's cooler than bein' cool?

(ICE COLD!) I can't hear ya'

I say what's cooler than bein' cool?

(ICE COLD!) whooo...

Alright, alright, alright, alright

Alright, alright, alright, alright

Alright, alright, alright, alright

Alright, alright, alright, Ok now ladies, (YEAH!)

And we gon' break this back down in just a few seconds

Now don't have me break this thang down for nothin'

Now I wanna see y'all on y'all baddest behavior

Gimme some suga', I am your neighbor ahh here we go!

Shake it, shake, shake it, shake it (OHH OH)

Shake it, shake it, shake, shake it, shake it, shake it (OHH OH)

Shke it, shake it like a Poloroid Picture, shake it, shake it

Shh you got to, shake it, shh shake it, shake it, got to shake it

(Shake it Suga') shake it like a Poloroid Picture

(Repeating "Shake it" in background)

Now while Beyoncé and Lucy Lui

And baby dogs, get on the floor

(Get on the floor)

You know what to dooo..

Yooooouuu.. know I do

Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH)

Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH)

Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH)

Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (Uh oh, Hey Ya)

Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH)

Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (Uh, uh, OHH OH)

Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH)

Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH)

[curreri13]

Originally posted by smokesum

so that means im scheduled at 2:00 AM ??

meet me in bay ridge..18 ave silver CLK 430

bayridge .....beautifulllllllll 18 th ave even better.............u have no clue.....lol

[Felix_Leiter]

Originally posted by curreri13

bayridge .....beautifulllllllll 18 th ave even better.............u have no clue.....lol

neither do u :laugh:

[curreri13]

Originally posted by mssabina

wow, internet threats are sooo scary

awwwwwww....... dont be scard there will not be anymore scary things on here after tonight

[bbbooom]

Lil' Romeo]

They call me Romeo, soldier boy

Coma te llamo, ya heard

Throw em up, lets do this

Throw em up, throw em up, throw em up

Chorus: Lil' Romeo and (Girls) (repeat 4x)

All the Girlies, the Girlies that love me

Cause I'm the one that say my name

(Lil' Romeo)

[Lil' Romeo]

Whats my name?

[Girls]

Romeo

[Lil' Romeo]

Y'all love me

[Girls]

Yeah we do

[Lil' Romeo]

In the tick, tryin ta think

Ain't no limit

Lock it down from the East to da West

We ready ta ride

We rollin about it, Lil' soldier can't lie

It's the thug in me

Still love me baby

In the dirty dirty you done heard i'm drivin' a benz

Ladies love me, because Little whodi we keep it real

I' ll sign your autograph and love your thrill

I know your somebody that scream my name for me

Ladies I love you, cause I know you love me

Come on

Chorus: Lil' Romeo and (Girls) (repeat 4x)

[Lil' Romeo]

I drive a scooter

You want a player wit some money

Flossin' baby iced out Bugs Bunny

Honey, I'm that new kid spark within'

Make you scream

Rollin' wit silkk cause I'm bout that

Soldier boy be studdin' whoo, I doubt that

Me and Bugs hostin' are chip stacks

Always playin' folks that way

Ta get my permit so I can drive my rose

So let me know if you down

And are you feelin' me

Girls I love you cause I know you love me

Come on

Chorus: Lil' Romeo and (Girls) (repeat 4x)

[Master P]

Break down, senorita uno dos get busy one time

Chorus: Lil' Romeo and (Girls) (repeat untill fade)

[curreri13]

Originally posted by smokesum

neither do u :laugh:

18 th ave and what .............

[dgmodel]

is anybody really going to show up???

[bbbooom]

[intro: Master P] + (Cam'Ron)

Yo Cam, let's flip this thing on these niggaz

Ya'heard me

(Let's do it my nigga)

Well do your dizang

(There's nothin', man)

(Up top, down south, right)

Oh yeah, oh yeah

(We bout it)

Aiight whoadie

(Yeah)

Yo, this one here goes out to them boys

That's bout it, bout it

Master P, Cam'Ron

We takin' this from the South to the East

Uhhhhh

[Cam'Ron]

I represent, where them killers at

145th and Broadway you get your head cracked

Get your legs snapped, arm trist, ribs cracked

Wig tapped, play fair day care kids napped

You think you real, well my posse is crazier

Your moms mobbin' and rapin' her, Saudi Arabia

I'm 89 and oh, Audi and eightiers

Beef in N-O I had to call No Limit up

Baby mack baby gat love the way the baby

Got my baby boo, cop the X5, that's a baby truck

Santana rollin' big, Jimmy in the Caddy

Dayton, Youngstown, Cleveland, Cincinnati

In the Double-O I represent the C-O

Please ho, Harlem World forty if that's me, yo

Clipse eleven or bricks get seven off

Snow so white only thing missin' is seven dwarfs

[Hook] [Master P]

Killa Cam, you know he bout it, bout it

Jim Jones, you know he bout it, bout it

Freeky Z, you know he bout it, bout it

Santana, that boy bout it, bout it

Harlem World, you know they bout it, bout it

Diplomats, you know they rowdy, rowdy

145th and Broadway, them boys real

You know them boys, they don't play

[Cam'Ron]

Aiiyo, I'm bouncin' through an ounce or two

My crib look like the Fountainblue

A fountain too, no water, only pumpin' Mountain Dew

Front on y'all little cats I was bound to do

I made a weird, chickenheads can't pronounce my shoes

I got head but need more mouth

119th to the whorehouse, soon as the tour's out

Papi's rotten, my block top was spoppy poppin'

I pop ack over some oxi cotton

Cotton club and Roxy Robins

Rubies and rocks we poppin'

Booties, oozies and glocks'll stop 'em

Battery on his head, copper top him

When I'm in the building dogg, you got to watch him

Got to spot him tray eight a floor revolver

The D.A., seargent and coroner's problem - now

Highs get eight done, dips that don't play none

Jim Jones, Freeky, Killa and the great one - Santana

[Hook]

[Jim Jones]

You know I claim (What you claim?) where them gangstas bang

15th and Lennox, nine tray they do they own thing

In uptown, up on 40 a phat Sean hit the block

Dogg he move that water shit, he like the network

Over wet work, you come up short on that paper get a wet shirt

Then if you walkin' through Foster and Taft

Flossin' that cash and gangstas put the torch to your ass

And I can't forget AK and Wagner

My dogs straight crazy cuz the AK'll blast ya

One callin' daddy Sheik and Q

LB's and Sally beat your crew, now come on

And dope stacks, right in front the liquor store

Hennesy, lil' me me you know the flipped the raw

Much upset, oh yeah they bout it

16 shots up out the glock I come about it

[Master P]

140 Lennox, you know they bout it, bout it

Taliban and up top, you know they rowdy, rowdy

Master P, the New No Limit

You see us hustlas keep it real, that's why we keep winnin'

Blackadome, you know he bout it, bout it

Lucius Sheist, you know they rowdy, rowdy

Gameface on, man we gangstas fo' sho

CP-3 representin' Dirty South, the N-O

C-Murder, hold the block down

We get paper whoadie even on lockdown

ATL, you know they bout it, bout it

Mississippi, Detroit, you know they rowdy, rowdy

L.A., you know they bout it, bout it

Florida and North Carolina, you know they rowdy, rowdy

Oklahoma and Tennessee, Boston and Texas, they B-O-U-T

Seattle bout it, Hawaii rowdy

Alaska, Chicago, I mean they bout it, bout it

Indiana, you know they bout it

St. Louis, Kentucky, you know they rowdy, rowdy

Phoenix bout it, Milwaukee bout it

The N-O to the N-Y, you know we rowdy, rowdy

[Outro][Jim Jones & Master P]

Bounce bounce bounce bounce

Bounce bounce bounce bounce

(You know they rowdy, rowdy)

Bounce bounce bounce fool

Bounce bounce bounce bounce

(You know they rowdy, rowdy)

Bounce bounce bounce bounce

Bounce bounce bounce bounce

(You know they rowdy, rowdy)

Bounce bounce bounce fool

[bbbooom]

[Juelz Santana]

Oh, come on, fuck with your boy

It's Santana, Heatmakers, where we at?

Let me see you through this

Killa, Jones, Freakay

Yeah man, I'm back at it

Today's a new day, got the boo-lay up in the suitcase

Go uptown to Harlem, tell 'em that I sent ya

Tell 'em it's August, I'm "Gon' Til' November"

I need a couple birds, get a broad, have 'em sent up

Call my bird, get my broad have her sent up (Please)

Call my niggaz, call my squad, have 'em sent up (Please)

I see a town I'm likin'

See some niggas getting money in a town I like it

I run up on them with the pound and light it

Like it's my block now, all right kid?

He understood me quite clear

Then that thing banged out, ranged out the side of his right ear

And I got back to my business, back to my bitches

Back to the kitchen, that pyrex vision

Pop, I let that white stuff sit in

Get hard, get rock, get to the block and pitchin'

Yeah I'm sorry but this is how I'm livin

And this is how I'm getting, fuck how I get it

Hey!

[Chorus: Juelz Santana]

I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles

Listening to gangsta music

I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flippin' the channels

Watching how the gangstas do it

I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandles

Watching Shaft, clocking math

[Juelz Santana]

Now I see death around the corner

Gotta stay high, will I survive in the city where the skinny niggas die?

Nope, it's the city where the skinny niggas ride

.45 semi on the side, twisting when they drive, yeah

Lick a shot for Big Pop and 'Pac, yeah

One more for Shyne locked inside, yeah

Two more for Cam, for taking over the Roc

Yeah, yeah, it's my year

So, okay, okay, okay, y'all can't fuck with me, no way

Jose or Hector Camacho

Tech blows and watch yo' chest close and tacos

Motherfucker I'm the best, I told y'all before

I should y'all before, ey!

[Chorus: Juelz Santana]

I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles

Listening to gangsta music

I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flippin' the channels

Watching how the gangstas do it

I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandles

Watching Shaft, clocking math

[Cam'Ron]

I'm on the westside of Chicago, lookin' for a bust down

And make me put my two arms up, Touchdown!

You stay in touch now, but when I tough down

I'm like Buckshot shorty, you better "Duck Down"

Yeah I must clown, I'm from Harlem, Uptown

Where we flash money, take your bitch and ask you, what now?

Birds flip a dozen, chicks is dicks they suckin'

Swallow my kids, go and kiss they cousin

Yes, they kissing cousins, toys kissing muppets

Worst then that, they go home and kiss they husband

That shit's disgusting

Keep the chickens clucking, keep the pigeons buggin'

This on my wrist is nothing

To me it's just yellow hearts and pink diamonds

Where I get the money for this? Don't think rhymin'

You fucking with Pablo, Bravo, Mario Via Bolo ho, Ta-to

[Chorus: Juelz Santana]

I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles

Listening to gangsta music

I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flippin' the channels

Watching how the gangstas do it

I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandles

Watching Shaft, clocking math

[bbbooom]

summer, summer, summertime

time to sit back and unwind

Verse One: Fresh Prince

Here it is the groove slightly transformed

just a bit of a break from the norm

just a little somethin' to break the monotony

of all that hardcore dance that has gotten to be

a little bit out of control it's cool to dance

but what about the groove that soothes that moves romance

give me a soft subtle mix

and if ain't broke then don't try to fix it

and think of the summers of the past

adjust the base and let the alpine blast

pop in my CD and let me run a rhyme

and put your car on cruise and lay back cause this is summertime

Chorus

Verse Two: Fresh Prince

school is out and it's a sort of a buzz

a back then I didn't really know what it was

but now I see what have of this

the way that people respond to summer madness

the weather is hot and girls are dressing less

and checking out the fellas to tell 'em who's best

riding around in your jeep or your benzos

or in your Nissan stting on lorenzos

back in Philly we be ou in the park

a place called the plateau is where everybody goes

guys out hunting and girls doing likewise

honking at the honey in front of you with the light eyes

she turn around to see what you beeping at

it's like the summers a natural afradesiac

and with a pen and pad I compose this rhyme

to hit you and get you equipped for the summer time

Chorus

Verse Three: Fresh Prince

it's late in the day and I ain't been on the court yet

hustle to the mall to get me a short set

yeah I got on sneaks but I need a new pair

cause basketball courts in the summer got girls there

the temperature's about 88

hop in the water plug just for old times sake

break to ya crib change your clothes once more

cause you're invited to a barbeque that's starting at 4

sitting with your friends cause y'all remincise

about the days growing up and the first person you kiss

and as I think back makes me wonder how

the smell from a grill could spark up nostalgia

all the kids playing out front

little boys messin round with the girls playing double-dutch

while the DJ's spinning a tune as the old folks dance at your family reunion

then six o'clock rolls around

you just finished wiping your car down

it's time to cruise so you head to the summertime hangout

it looks like a car show

everybody come lookin real fine

fresh from the barber shop or fly from the beauty salon

every moment frontin and maxin

chillin in the car they spent all day waxin

leanin to the side but you can't spead through

Two miles an hour so everybody sees you

there's an air of love and of happiness

and this is the Fresh Prince's new defintion of summer madness

Chorus

[bbbooom]

You know parents are the same no matter time nor place

They don't understand that us kids are gonna make some mistakes

So to you, all the kids all across the land

There's no need to argue, parents just don't understand

I remember one year

My mom took me school shopping

It was me, my brother, my mom, oh, my pop, and my little sister

All hopped in the car

We headed downtown to the Gallery Mall

MY mom started bugging with the clothes she chose

I didn't say nothing at first

I just turned up my nose

She said, "What's wrong? This shirt cost $20"

I said, "Mom, this shirt is plaid with a butterfly collar!"

The next half hour was the same old thing

My mother buying me clothes from 1963

And then she lost her mind and did the ultimate

I asked her for Adidas and she bought me Zips!

I said, "Mom, what are you doing, you're ruining my rep"

She said, "You're only sixteen, you don't have a rep yet"

I said, "Mom, let's put these clothes back, please"

She said "no, you go to school to learn not for a fashion show"

I said, "This isn't Sha Na Na, come on Mom, I'm not Bowzer

Mom, please put back the bell-bottom Brady Bunch trousers

But if you don't want to I can live with that but

You gotta put back the double-knit reversible slacks"

She wasn't moved - everything stayed the same

Inevitably the first day of school came

I thought I could get over, I tried to play sick

But my mom said, "No, no way, uh-uh, forget it"

There was nothing I could do, I tried to relax

I got dressed up in those ancient artifacts

And when I walked into school, it was just as I thought

The kids were cracking up laughing at the clothes Mom bought

And those who weren't laughing still had a ball

Because they were pointing and whispering

As I walked down the hall

I got home and told my Mom how my day went

She said, "If they were laughing you don't need them,

cause they're not good friends"

For the next six hours I tried to explain to my Mom

That I was gonna have to go through this about 200 more times

So to you all the kids all across the land

There's no need to argue

Parents just don't understand

Oh-kay, here's the situation

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

They left the keys to the brand new Porsche

Would they mind?

Umm, well, of course not

I'll just take it for a little spin

And maybe show it off to a couple of friends

I'll just cruise it around the neighborhood

Well, maybe I shouldn't

Yeah, of course I should

Pay attention, here's the thick of the plot

I pulled up to the corner at the end of my block

That's when I saw this beautiful girlie girl walking

I picked up my car phone to perpetrate like I was talking

You should've seen this girl's bodily dimensions

I honked my horn just to get her attention

She said, "Was that for me?"

I said, "Yeah"

She said, "Why?"

I said, "Come on and take a ride with a helluva guy"

She said, "How do I know you're not sick?

You could be some deranged lunatic"

I said, "C'mon toots - my name is the Prince =

Beside, would a lunatic have a Porsche like this?"

She agreed and we were on our way

She was looking very good and so was I, I must say - word

We hit McDonald's, pulled into the drive

We ordered two Big Macs and two large fries with Cokes

She kicked her shoes off onto the floor

She said, "Drive fast, speed turns me on"

She put her hand on my knee, I put my foot on the gas

We almost got whiplash, I took off so fast

The sun roof was open , the music was high

And this girl's hand was steadily moving up my thigh

She had opened up three buttons on her shirt so far

I guess that's why I didn't notice that police car

We're doing ninety in my Mom's new Porsche

And to make this long story short - short

When the cop pulled me over I was scared as hell

I said, "I don't have a license but I drive very well, officer"

I almost had a heart attack that day

Come to find out the girl was a twelve-year-old runaway

I was arrested, the car was impounded

There was no way for me to avoid being grounded

My parents had to come off from vacation to get me

I'd rather be in jail than to have my father hit me

My parents walked in

I got my grip, I said, "Ah, Mom, Dad, how was your trip?"

They didn't speak - I said, "I want to plead my case"

But my father just shoved me in the car by my face

That was a hard ride home, I don't know how I survived

They took turns - one would beat me while the other was driving

I can't believe it, I just made a mistake

Well parents are the same no matter time nor place

So to you all the kids all across the land

Take it from me, parents just don't understand

[bbbooom]

Interviewer: Yo I'm sayin, these Ruff Ryder Niggas.

DMX: Dog

Interviewer: I heard these niggas is for real

DMX: Dog. That's my man and them

Interviewer: But I heard these Niggas is like

suppose to be lockin down the industry on

some shit, on some power shit.

DMX: Dog that's my mans and them

Interviewer: Eh

DMX: So what I'm doin'

Interviewer: right, right

DMX: my mans and them is doin, because

Interviewer: right.

DMX: that's my mans and them, ya know

Interveiwer: I feel ya

DMX: Now ya feel me?

Interveiwer: I feel ya

DMX: So you know when you fuckin with me

Interveiwer: right, right

DMX: you fuckin wit

Interveiwer: oh oh, what are ya doin now?

DMX:

Told y'all niggaz

Ya just don't listen

Why must you be hard headed

Tried to explain, but ya didn't hear me though

Ya know, grrrrrr

Uh

One two one two, come through run through

Gun who, oh you don’t know what the gun do

Some do, those that know are real quiet

Let me think you wanna try it, fuck around and start a riot

Niggas gonna buy it, regardless because I’m the hardest

rap artist and I'ma start this

Shit up foreal, get up and feel, my words

I make herbs split up and squeal

Ill is all I’ve been hearin lately

Niggaz hate me, wanna duck tape me and make me

put their brains on the wall, when I brawl

Too late for that 911 call

Niggaz stay beefin but a lot of them bluffin

But not me because I'ma nigga that can get out of them cuffs

You think a lot of them tough

Not just for frotin

When I hit them niggaz like 'What you want?'

the battle turns into a hunt

With the dog right behind niggaz chasin em down

We all knew that you was pussy

but I'm tastin it now

And never give a dog blood

because raw blood

I have a dog like one bitin whatever

All up in ya gut

Give it to them raw like that

and ain't no love I do em all like that

Four right up in they back

Clak Clak

Close your eyes baby, it's over

Forget it, happened in front off your buildin but

nobody knows who did it

What

Where my dogs at?

What what

Where my dogs at?

Uh

Where my dogs at?

What what

Where my dogs at?

Uh

Where my dogs at?

What what

Where my dogs at?

Uh

Where my dogs at?

What what

Niggas is pussy

Keep me runnin from the werewolf, owww

Howling at the moon on the roof

Eh, ah, no, get em

Ten niggas on him, hope God's with him

Give me the bat, let me split him

I'll have em where the pillow and the casket won't fit him

Only reason I did him, he wouldn't fight back

Trieed to strike back

Left him like that, layin up with the white hat

Gettin right back at ya when I snatch ya

up out the grave, nuthin but bones and ashes

Hittin niggaz with gashes to the head

Straight to the white meat but the street stay red

But this girl gave me head for free

Cause they see, who I'ma be by like 2003

That Nigga D took it there

He thought it was a joke

He went through like 20 G's and thought that

I was broke, stupid

That's what you get for thinkin and eventually

found that's what you get for stinkin

Blowin up the spot when you rot

plus if it gets hot they know you dipped

for four squared blocks

Hit em with the ox to the grill

Eh, ah, kill nigga kill

Yet still they don't know I'ma rob who

That dog DMX is a muthafuckin problem

Aight

[Felix_Leiter]

Originally posted by curreri13

18 th ave and what .............

whatevers good for you

[bbbooom]

[Dyme]

Why do good girls (what what what) like bad guys?

[DMX]

Hey yo Boo, why do (good girls) like bad guys?

Knowin that bad guys tell mad lies?

(And why do) dog niggaz (want a honey wit class?)

(Sometimes you want more than just a honey wit ass)

[DMX]

Uh, uh

Hey yo, who would ever think that the two would go good

Midtown honey, nigga from the hood

But knock on wood, I got this bitch (what?) excuse me

She don't like to be called a bitch, try not to lose me

The rules we go by, where I'm from, she don't know

When I say I'm goin around the way, she won't go

(Hell no) C'mon baby, you aight with me

Tryin to get you, to spend the whole night with me

(But I'm a good girl) Uhh, that's why I like her

Couldn't treat her like a hoodrat, didn't bite her

Turn a church girl to a straight Ruff Ryder

Take her to the Ramada make it an all nighter

(Oh no, I only go to the Swiss hotel)

Fuckin with me? I have you in the back of the Chevelle

Like what (what) hittin it raw dogg in the butt

You was good this mornin, but tonight you a slut

Chorus: DMX (Dyme)

Why do (good girls) like bad guys

Knowin that bad guys tell mad lies?

(And why do) dog niggaz (want a honey wit class?)

(Sometimes you want more than just a honey wit ass)

Hey yo Boo, why do (good girls) like bad guys

Knowin that bad guys tell mad lies?

(Then why do) dog niggaz (want a honey wit class?)

(Sometimes you want more than just a honey wit ass)

[Dyme]

Hey yo Boo, I'm diggin you, cause you make me wanna do

all them things I was taught I wasn't supposed to

I'm secure, keep it tight while you on tour

(You fuckin wit a dog!) That's why I'm feelin you more

Attractive to me, wit yo' tactics

Hit it like AHHH! Make me backflip

(You been tryin to act, rich, that's why I taxed you

And I just got married) Hell, but I ain't even ask you

(I'm just tellin you, cause nowadays, bitches be flippin)

One more bitch, I'm skippin (Damn girl, stop trippin)

Cause you be actin like

(Listen, I ain't always talkin money

But I will keep you wit a smile, and walkin funny

So what's it gon' be?) Yo, what you mean? (What to do?

You want the nigga wit the slacks, or the jeans and the boots?

You wanna be safe or be laced, cause you can be replaced)

Yeah, you can be erased

(Don't get slapped, babyface)

Chorus

[DMX]

Man, I got shorty stayin out late (Well I keep him wit a cut

and his nails stay clean) At least I get a nut

And I got honey rebellin (And I stopped him from sellin)

I be gettin away with murder, right? (shit, I ain't tellin)

Straight out the hood (yeah, nigga you get mushy)

I got honey suckin dick (and I got you eatin pussy)

I can be good in a bad way (I can be bad in a good way)

Girl, you ain't the same dog (that's what them rats in the hood say

or would say, if you was around them more often)

I got honey smokin weed (it be havin me coughin)

She keep the dog on the leash (when we walk in the streets)

And if y'all think it's sweet (then the dog's off the leash

Now I don't want no drama, wit no baby's mama

I might be a good girl, but I keeps the armor)

Girl, you off the hook, but at least now I know why

Good girls like bad guys

Chorus

[Dyme]

Why do good girls (what what what) like bad guys?

Why do good girls (what what what) like bad guys?

Why do good girls (what what what) like bad guys?

Why do good girls (what what what) like bad guys?

Uhh, uhh

C'mon, yeah, I like that

C'mon, wha wha what

Yeah yeah, DMX

Dyme, baby girl

Ruff Ryder, uhh, yeah..

[bbbooom]

[DMX]

Uh, uh, uh, uh

[Chorus]

Bring it! What?

We right here

We're not goin anywhere

We right here

This is ours and we don't share

We right here

Bring your crew cuz we don't care

We right here

Uh, uh, uh

[Verse 1]

One mo' time,

I gots to hit the streets off, make the streets talk

Let 'em know it ain't a sweet walk

This gon' be

The only joint made this year that'll knock 'til 2003

And y'all gon' see

That the hottest nigga out there, was, is, and will be me

Just like that

I can go away for a minute, do some other shit, but bounce right back

And when it's on

I'm comin strapped, with some shit that'll spit from dusk 'til dawn

And when you gone

Ain't no comin back in the morning, like that shit was a dream

Nigga you gone

That's for real

Creep niggas like a seal, totin steel, stick a nigga make him squeal

Oh my God

Those can't be the last words of ya man, damn ya man was so hard

Come on!

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

Here we go again

How many million did my last one sell? Fuck it, I'm goin for ten

This never gon' stop; and every fuckin time I hit you

it's goin straight to the top of the charts

The champion

I'm a thoroughbred, my blood is strong, and I scratch 'til you done

Cross the line

And ain't no more scratches after that, straight up, niggas is dyin

Yo, what the fuck

Is you cats doin runnin around like this, like you won't get stuck

Yo, that's my word

I stay givin it to niggas, and I stay not really being heard

But, y'all gone see

That the same things thou done to them, will be done to thee

And then you'll know

That sometimes though you come thru the front,

you leavin out the backdo'

Come on!

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

Bring the noise

And you better come with niggas you don't give a fuck about,

Cuz you gone lose your boys

Cuz we don't play

And the silencer will silence any cocksucker with somethin to say

Dog for life

Whether I'm on or off the leash I bite, streets are my life

Click click boom {*gunshot*}

Another life taken too soon, another mother had a funeral

Still waters run deep

And the pain is forever alive inside, makes it hard to sleep

But I keep goin, goin

Shit I'm always careful when I walk, I'm always seein, knowin

The dog gone live

Stay walkin the wire, over the fire, when I can I give

The dog is good

And how it's stayin dog gone fuck with the hood

The dog fuck with the wood

[Chorus] 2x

[DMX]

We right here

Uh, uh, uh

[Repeat until fade]

[lulamishka]

ladyshady, i dunno why you have such a jaded view of yourself, but i think you're BEAUTIFUL!

--just thought i'd insert my $0.02 in the midst of all the drama--