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2Pac – Why U Turn On Me (Original) Lyrics

[Intro]
Ahaha niggas love turning this shit ol’ switcheroo-ass, bitch made motherfuckers, just be friends
Outlaw nigga, Westside, throw it up, get it up (never thought it would come through)
Hahaha.. used to had love for ’em, why you turnin’ on me?
Why me? Yeah nigga westside, how you do it boy?

[Verse 1]
I went from, nothin’ to somethin’ now they all wanna see me fallin’
And the player haters hate to see a thug nigga ballin’
They say we hate the East coast, but that’s funny
Got a lot of love for, any nigga gettin’ money
I made a song about my enemies and niggas tripped
It was hip-hop until 2Pac fucked Biggie bitch
Y’all niggas hypocrites and bitch made
Now either love me or hate me but real thug niggas get paid
Have me catchin’ cases all across the nation
I went from jail to bail to barely on probation
They got a player facin’ three strikes
And we might, just blast God bless the child, that can get cash
But all these niggas turnin’ and never learn
Got a long line of niggas player hatin’ me but gettin’ burned
Talk a lot of shit but you’s a trick in drag
Like the MAC make you fall back and stick yo’ ass for back stab

[Chorus]
Never thought it would come through
Used to had love for ’em, but now they turnin’ on me?
Why me?
Why y’all trippin’?
Heheha
Used to had love for ’em, but now they turnin’ on me?
Why me?

[Verse 2]
It, started so innocent, but ended in the fifth precinct
Although two juvenile delinquents, we still decent
Playin’ catch and kiss, used to diss the herbs
Fuck school we was skippin’ drink a fifth on the curb
Me and you, no closer two, while drinkin’ brew
What you need nigga? Anything at all come to me nigga
You can wear my clothes and my gold for the hoes
Gave you the keys to the jeep, offered my home as an open door
But then you picked a new direction, in the blink of an eye
My time away just made perfection, did you think I’d die?
I never got a single visit yet I carry on
All my old friends too busy now my money gone
Said I got raped in jail, picture that? {​*laughter*}​
Revenge is a payback bitch, get your gat
Fuck ​Wendy Williams​ and I pray you choke (fuck you, you fat bitch)
On the next dick down your throat
For turnin’ on me

[Chorus]
Used to had love for ’em, but now they turnin’ on me?
Why me?
Fat bitch can’t fuck with me
It’s Thug life biaatch
I used to had love for ’em, but now they turnin’ on me?
Why me?

[Outro]
I fuck around and put a hit on your fat ass
I put Jenny Craig on your fat ass, you fat troll
Anybody ever seen Wendy Williams​ fat ass?
Why you always wearin’ spandex, you fat bitch?
I know your pussy stinks, you fat ho’
I’m puttin’ Jenny Craig on you bitch
I’m about to put a twenty-thousand dollar, hit
Through Jenny Craig to come find yo’ ass
And put you in a fat farm, you fat bitch!
Thug Life, Outlaw, Westside bitch
It’s 2Pac so you know who said it
And for everybody who didn’t like what I said about that other trick
And Mobb Deep, fuck you too nigga!
If a nigga didn’t want to get talked about
He shouldn’ta stepped in the fuckin’ ring
If Tyson don’t want to get knocked out
He don’t step in the fuckin’ ring, that’s how the shit go
When Tyson get in the ring, he knock motherfuckers out!
Well that’s what 2Pac gon’ do
When niggas come against me, I’ma knock they punk ass out!
One way or the motherfuckin’ other
This old motherfuckin’ nigga in the South told me nigga
It’s more than one way to skin a cat
It’s more than one way to shoot a gat
It’s more than one way to die nigga
When I’m through, everybody cry nigga
This is how we do it
Why y’all turnin’ on me? Why me?

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AMG – Nu Exasize Lyrics

[Intro]
“What color panties she got on?”
“Gotdamn!”
“What you mean?”
“She ain’t got on none”

[Verse 1: AMG]
1, 2, 3, 4, and touch the toes
And after that, yo, anything goes
AMG and I wanna make a statement
I housed the freak from the attic to the basement
Hoes, without no clothes
Butt booty naked and I’m good to go
In a bed, in a car, in a [?] and Jacuzzi
Sippin’ on a wine cooler, freakin’ at the Snooty
Girls got a wait problem—they can’t wait to bone
A nigga on the microphone
So a brother like G’s gonna get you in shape
You got the oven, and I’ve got the steak
You don’t need pills or a Slim Fast milkshake
I’ll make you sweat like you’re running a race
So open up your legs and close your eyes
‘Cause I got a new exercise, bitch

[Chorus]
Some people call me at night
I’m only out for the ride
So if a hoe like you get with a nigga like me
Pretty soon, girl, you’re gonna get fine
Just bend your ass on over
And lay my muthafuckin’ dick on ya
And I do it doggystyle and all the while you’re gonna know
I got a nu exasize

[Verse 2]
Yo, I teach class seven days a week
AM to PM, a natural freak
You see, I stay so slim ‘cause I don’t be jokin’
Show me the booty and I’ll be strokin’
You might wanna warm up first
Yo, like pulling those dollars bills out your purse
And I’ll rock the booty like a smoked out crack fiend
Lose that tummy, you know what I mean?
I got a two-for-one special, lower pack level
Aerobics ain’t shit to a dick like mine
And wait until the jumping jacks jump off
You didn’t know Jack can do that
Back, back, back, and up and up
Pass me the Gatorade, I’m tired as fuck
I’ll take it round for round, and pound for pound
AMG, I push up for the kick down

[Chorus]
Some people call me at night
I’m only out for the ride
So if a hoe like you get with a nigga like me
Pretty soon, girl, you’re gonna get fine
Just bend your ass on over
And lay my muthafuckin’ dick on ya
And I do it doggystyle and all the while you’re gonna know
I got a nu exasize

[Verse 3]
Me and Mrs. Jones had a little thing going on
She was older, though, but she wanted to bone
She didn’t look bad to be such an old chick
She grabbed my dick, ooh, that was it
I had to work that big ol’ grandma ass
Gray hair on her coochie, titties that sag
I mean, really, she tried to fuck me to death
Ben-Gay on her body, Tums on her breath
I said, “Oh no, yo,” she wouldn’t let go
Big ass strong hoe—what you doin’? Yo
I grabbed a barbell and a jump rope
Knocked out the senior citizen with one stroke
It musta got too damn good
Old ass hoe with a young ass niggaro
G workin’ over these hoes like a burger and fries
Doin’ that exercise

[Chorus]
Some people call me at night
I’m only out for the ride
So if a hoe like you get with a nigga like me
Pretty soon, girl, you’re gonna get fine
Just bend your ass on over
And lay my muthafuckin’ dick on ya
And I do it doggystyle and all the while you’re gonna know
I got a nu exasize

[Outro]
Peace, I’m outta here
Yo, peace to D…ah, I got a nu exasize, hey
Peace to Dick Gregory, peace to Jenny Craig, peace to Jack LaLanne…

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Maxo Kream – Bussdown

[Intro]
Maxo, Bussdown
Maxo, Bussdown
Set it up
Break it down
Wrap it up
Wear it up
Bust it down
Open up
Vacuum seal

[Chorus]
Trappin’ in the vaco it’s a bussdown (that what we do)
Got it in her whole name, she’s a bussdown (she a)
We don’t even serve here, we just bust down (uh uh)
Got my shooters on the roof, gon’ make them bussdown
Trap out the bag, that’s a bussdown
Run through the grass like a touchdown
Plain Jane with it, no bussdown
Try and take my chain, I’ma bussdown
Bussdown (set it up)
Bussdown (break it down)
Bussdown (wrap it up)
Bussdown (wear it up)
Thirty rounds (bust it down)
Fifty rounds (open up)
Hundred rounds (vacuum seal)
Gun ’em down

[Verse 1]
Stay ten toes I’m down (ten toes)
Jenny Craig with them pounds (get ’em off)
Diamonds dance like Chris Brown (Chris Breezy)
Look at my water, don’t drown (Fiji)
Neck wet like baptized (church)
MJ with the 4-5 (fadeaway)
Trap house strapped, no bugee (say what?)
Wrappin’ up a pack like a mummy (uh huh)
Two for the [?], serve junkies (trap)
Serve purp’ fake to a dummy (rookie)
Got a lot of young crash dummies (uh huh)
[?] rap with your tummy
Trap out the vaco apartment
I move the dope in abundance (bussdown)
Bussdown the quarters and onions
I split the pot like circumference

[Chorus]
Trappin’ in the vaco it’s a bussdown (that what we do)
Got it in her whole name, she’s a bussdown (she a)
We don’t even serve here, we just bussdown (uh uh)
Got my shooters on the roof, gon’ make them bussdown
Trap out the bag, that’s a bussdown
Run through the grass like a touchdown
Plain Jane with it, no bussdown
Try and take my chain, I’ma bussdown
Bussdown (set it up)
Bussdown (break it down)
Bussdown (wrap it up)
Bussdown (wear it up)
Thirty rounds (bust it down)
Fifty rounds (open up)
Hundred rounds (vacuum seal)
Gun ’em down

[Verse 2]
[?]
Trust my decoratin’ (what else?)
Joysticks like PlayStation
Sellin’ gas like station (unleaded)
Can’t keep my clients waitin’ (woah)
My patients impatient (wo-woah)
Karo marinated (remix)
Pounds in the basement ([?])
Chickens in the den
Pigeons in the kitchen
Quarter birds in hand
Clip holds three times ten
Hurricane chopper [?]
Guns got [?] like shanaynay
Servin’ them clucks, no rooster (ay)
Throwin’ them ‘bows like Luda’ (woah)
Chop Backwoods like timber (ay)
I mow the grass like a gardener (uh huh)
I pass the gas like I farted (excuse me)
Handicap Crippin’ retarded (retarded)
My shooter he dumb, he retarded (Cuh-rip)
Cold with the tommy like Martin (uh huh)
Break it down
Pick it up
Set it up
Bring it back

[Chorus]
Trappin’ in the vaco it’s a bussdown (that what we do)
Got it in her whole name, she’s a bussdown (she a)
We don’t even serve here, we just bust down (uh uh)
Got my shooters on the roof, gon’ make them bussdown
Trap out the bag, that’s a bussdown
Run through the grass like a touchdown
Plain Jane with it, no bussdown
Try and take my chain, I’ma bussdown
Bussdown (set it up)
Bussdown (break it down)
Bussdown (wrap it up)
Bussdown (wear it up)
Thirty rounds (bust it down)
Fifty rounds (open up)
Hundred rounds (vacuum seal)
Gun ’em down