Nas – Be a Nigger Too (Remix) Lyrics

[Intro]
Turn your radios up
The real niggas are back on the radio

[Hook: Dante Hawkins (Nas)]
This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas
This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas (So I salute my “Niggas!”)
This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas
This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas (So I salute)

[Verse 1: Nas]
Uh, no slackin’, no beggin’, no askin’, no fastin’
No disrespect to Islam, no Imam or Pastor
No answers to questions the media’s askin’
Why we fight each other in public in front of these arrogant fascists?
They love it; puttin old niggas verse the youngest
Most of our elders failed us, how could they judge us? Niggas
There’s verbal books published by niggas, produced by niggas
Genuine niggas, so I salute my niggas
Not mad cause Eminem said nigga, cause he my nigga
Wigga, cracker, friend, we all black within, okay?
We all African, okay, some Africans don’t like us, no way!
A killng happened in Johannesbur yesterday
Slain artist named Lucky Dube, hijacked
Some say N-double A-C-P, keep us sidetracked
But I don’t buy that, I buy Aston Martins
Faster cars than NAS-a-CARs and, sparkin while ridin
Critics, eat a dick! Journalists see I’m rich
With this N-word jargon I’m just starting, bitch!

[Hook: Dante Hawkins (Nas)]
This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas
This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas (So I salute my “Niggas!”)
This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas
This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas (So I salute)

[Verse 2: Nas]
Wake up in the morning, shake my third leg in the toilet
Uzi on the nightstand, I’m the man you go to war with
Not the man you go to war against, patience, I’ll get you
If that means I can’t sleep a whole year, I’mma get you
I’m official, not a-tisket or a-tasket
I’ll put you in the casket, with the biscuit or the ratchet
They smoke hibiscus, they plants or trees, advanc-ed weed
Don’t forsake us, you all are fake bloods like move make-up
I flow tighter as Tootie’s braces, who he hatin us?
I be on a state bus in shackles if my .8 bust
Cause y’all some tellers, opposite of bankers
I’m the shit for ages, my clique still real QB gangsters
Clique still movin’ like Freemasons, so if I’m on the flow
From the law, there’s lodges all across the nation
Nas is bred for the plan
To hold the Grand Dragon’s head in my hand
Come and get me, here I am

[Hook: Dante Hawkins (Nas)]
This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas
This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas (So I salute my “Niggas!”)
This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas
This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas (So I salute my “Niggas!”)

Migos – Motorsport (feat. Nicki Minaj & Cardi B)

From CDQ snippet

[Intro: Quavo]
Skrrt
M-M-M-Murda

[Chorus: Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop it like a cork (pop it)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin’ out the court
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Straight up there (where?) we didn’t take the stairs (where?)
Faced my fears (fears) gave my mama tears (mama)
Shiftin’ gears (shift,) on the Nawf, get serious (serious)

Snippets from Powerhouse NYC

[Verse: Quavo]
That’s how it feels to get at me
It’s gon’ [?] on your backstreet
Sit so high in the nosebleeds

[Verse: Offset]
Angel make dark disappear
While I hit the gas [?] rear
Hid some racks in the back of the mirror

[Verse: Cardi B]
Ride the dick like a BMX
No nigga wanna be my ex (no)
I love when he go on tour
‘Cause he cums more when I see him less
I get upset off, I turn Offset on
I told him the other day
Man, we should sell that porn
Yeah, Cardi B, I’m back, bitches
I don’t wanna hear I’m actin’ different
Same lips that be talkin’ ’bout me
Is the same lips that be ass kissin’
These hoes ain’t what they say they are
And their pussy stank, they’re cash dissin’
Same hoes that was sendin’ shots
They reachin’ out like their back itchin’
Why would I hop in some beef (Why?)
When I could just hop in a Porsche?
You heard she gon’ do what from who?
That’s not a reliable source, no
Tell me have you seen her?
Let me wrap my weave up
I’m the trap Selena
Dame mas gasolina

[Verse: Nicki Minaj]
Quavo the QB, I’m Nick Lombardi

Calvin Harris – Heatstroke (feat. Young Thug, Pharrell & Ariana Grande)

[Intro: Young Thug]
Won’t you please?
Slow it down
I’m tryna talk to you, darlin’
Tryna walk with you, darlin’
Do you hear me?
And no-no-no-no-nobody can stop it
The love you got from me
And every time, I look out at my seat today
They chase, they flash they flash, yes

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Tell me how you feel right now
‘Cause all I wanna do is keep it real right now
I’m tryna beat it up
Beat Pills right now
Athletic in the sheets
I got skills right now
Red braids, with some red baby hair
Ballin’ in that club, Ace of Spades, yeah
Pop that bitch and spray it like ‘Raid’
Yellow diamonds on you like a glass of lemonade
QB, I’ll throw it
Teeth white, Newports
I want knees, right choice
80 thousand dollar Birkin bag in the Porsche
I’m tryna fuck with you till we on life support
I’ll split it with you if we get half of Michael Jordan
No toilet tissue, I shit on niggas ’cause life’s short (facts)
No passport to go with me
I had to get deported

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams & Young Thug]
Please let go, and have a good time
Have a good, have a good time, yeah
Have a good, have a good time
Please let go, and have a good time
Have a good, have a good time, yeah
Have a good, have a good time

[Refrain: Ariana Grande & Pharrell Williams]
When you do things like this
And you set me free
How can anyone get tired?
When you do things like this
And you set me free
I think I just been inspired
Oh babe

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Jeffery!
Brand new chapter, if I read you?
She got every red bottom like a baboon
Hunnid’ bottles in the club, real one room
Girl you gotta keep up with a boss move
King of the jungle, tycoon
Everybody thinking that it’s a cartoon
We just wanna party, we back in the war room
Do you want some? No I don’t sir
Tryna watch me balling, do you want money?
I’m just tryna turn up, tryna work something
Shawty suck the dick, but she wanna fuck it first
Hey Mister? You a rapper
Good hair, got a bad ass
Rich nigga, I like ’em ratchet
Fuck it up, throw it back
No shave, Brazilian waxed

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams & Young Thug]
Please let go, and have a good time
Have a good, have a good time, yeah
Have a good, have a good time
Please let go, and have a good time
Have a good, have a good time, yeah
Have a good, have a good time

[Refrain: Ariana Grande & Pharrell Williams]
When you do things like this
And you set me free
How can anyone get tired?
When you do things like this
And you set me free
I think I just been inspired
When you do things like this
And you set me free, boy
How can anyone get tired?
When you do things like this
And you set me free
I think I just been inspired

[Outro: Pharrell Williams & Ariana Grande]
Hey, hey this one make me so naughty
I think you opened my eyes

LIL’ KIM – Kimmy Girl lyrics

Black Friday season… long awaited…
(Do the Kimmy Girl rock) Kimmy whattup baby?
(Do the Kimmy Girl rock) You know what it is…
What’s my name?

My name is Kimmy, flyer than a Frisbee
Boys comin at me wanna see me in my mickies
Might do a little datin, like my girl Chili
But I’m already taken, married to Mr. Benji
Wetter than a river, sweeter than a Swisher
My Jimmy Chus cuter than the girl that’s wit’cha
Everybody’s starin, might as well take a picture
Mail to the haters, now sing it with me ladies

All eyes on me when I walk in
No question that this girl’s a ten
Don’t hate me cause I’m beautiful [2X]
My walk, my talk, the way I drip
It’s not my fault so please don’t trip
Don’t hate me cause I’m beautiful [2X]

It’s only one QB, Bed-Stuy beauty
If looks was a killer, I’d probably be an uzi
They be hatin on me cause they men tryin to pursue me
I’m somethin exotic, she’s hardly a cutie
I’m flyer than a G6, sweet like peaches
Bottom like an apple, I know you wanna eat it
He got a huge appetite and I’m the one to feed it
I’m Michael Jackson +Bad+, tell that other bitch to (Beat It)

All eyes on me when I walk in
No question that this girl’s a ten
Don’t hate me cause I’m beautiful [2X]
My walk, my talk, the way I drip
It’s not my fault so please don’t trip
Don’t hate me cause I’m beautiful [2X]

CT, D.C., do the Kimmy Girl rock
Yeah, uhh
ATL and Miami, New York to L.A.
All my girls, let me hear you say
Ahh, uh-huh, do the Kimmy Girl rock
Yeah, uhh
All over the worrrrld, all over the worrrld
If I forgot y’all please don’t be mad at me

Snowgoons – ItÂS A Queens Thing (feat. Infamous Mobb) (Goon Bap Album)

Yeah Yeah, Yeah, grab the pump pump (yeah)
It’s on we ’bout to thump thump

[NOYD verse]
Well if I jump I feel bad luck upon me
Make me grab my pump and call my Brook-Lyn army
We buy QB to NC
Niggas don’t want it
Debate to the G’s and the west all on it
We all flaunt it guns & chicks
And all my duns rhyme holding their dicks
With a nine on their side from hip to hip
You know the mobb niggas is sick and stay bent
Twist it get right, me and my guns is tight
And we both heated when the funds ain’t right
Because we know someone getting stuck tonight
Before I crash I’m a fuck me some ass tonight
With a pocket full of dough
The bottle of the dro
With dreams of fucking some R&B ho
They call me N-O-Y-D baby
From QB baby don’t hate me
We live, I rep Queens

[Hook: repeat 2X]
NOYD: Queens!
Godfather: Where niggas they get caught up in between guns
NOYD: Queens!
Godfather: Casino cash, cream killa Queens dun
NOYD: Queens!
Godfather: Where I live, what I rep
NOYD: QB dun, Queens!
Godfather: The Mobb rep
NOYD: Queens!
Godfather: You know we rep

[Ty Knitty verse]
I blow dro in Q-boro
Ain’t nothing change same boro
Just more places now
I’m tatooed up now
Still rep 41st, ’til I be put up in the hearst (you heard?)
Even after that yo my daughter and my son ‘gon live on
7, 1, 8 zip code triple 1, O,1
A yo its queens, money, whips and fiends
Bald heads and fades, du rags and waves
Can’t forget about braids
Niggas don’t rock like us
Ain’t no hood like us
A yo I rep QB ’til I R.I.P
96 buildings 6 blocks in QB
Everyday is like a movie, so you know we had to pursuit it
First joint "murda muzik"
A yo y’all niggas ‘gon feel it
The hood is running wild
Every clique ‘gon throw it up
Y’all know what up
Queens don’t give a fuck

[Hook 2X]
NOYD: Queens!
Godfather: Where niggas they get caught up in between guns
NOYD: Queens!
Godfather: Casino cash, cream killa Queens dun
NOYD: Queens!
Godfather: Where I live, what I rep
NOYD: QB dun, Queens!
Godfather: The Mobb rep
NOYD: Queens!
Godfather: You know we rep

[Twin Gambino verse]
Queensbridge, and thats how it is
If I can’t I get you I’m a bring it to your kids
Your moms, whatever it takes to strike back
I’ll be waiting in your crib with the mack
Black gloves, no mask so you can see my face
And realize QB ain’t playing no games
We think long range
So we can ride for the kids
And look out for my niggas up north doing bids

[Prodigy of Mobb Deep verse]
Thun we’ll stop your shine, we Queens niggas
Plus my Bed-Stuy niggas will shoot up your medinas
We the black entrepreneurs we the black mobb
I told you it was more real than words can muster
I see you faggots don’t listen wanna bite my shit
You better walk with security my niggas dump clips
Catch you with your rap clique, and beat the shit out y’all
You could have a 30 deep entourage
You could have guns galore, shanks and more
We can bang to the EMS come and haul us off
I could give a fuck for what projects you ride for
We got dogs out there and we not scared
Nigga I’m not the one, we not the team
Matter fact don’t even write me back see me in the streets
See me at the next show
Catch me at the club
We terrorize y’all niggas dun

[Hook 4X]
NOYD: Queens!
Godfather: Where niggas they get caught up in between guns
NOYD: Queens!
Godfather: Casino cash, cream killa Queens dun
NOYD: Queens!
Godfather: Where I live, what I rep
NOYD: QB dun, Queens!
Godfather: The Mobb rep
NOYD: Queens!
Godfather: You know we rep