It's Slim Thugga muthafucka, gotta lot to sell But snitches already gotta lot to tell So far as y'all know all I do is just rap And give these streets something they can play in they trap Last year I

Unknown Miscellaneous Dump The Bosses Off Your Back DUMP THE BOSSES OFF YOUR BACK (John Brill) Are you poor, forlorn and hungry? Are there lots of things you lack

Chorus: Ohh we make it rain in the club (Uh-huh) Buy out the bar (This what we do man) Everythang on us We make it rain (Everyday we make it rain) We make it rain (Me and gutta make it rain) We make i

Unknown Miscellaneous We Pity Our Bosses Five WE PITY OUR BOSSES FIVE We pity our bosses five We pity our bosses five A thousand a week is all they get We pity our bosses five We pity the bos

[Cam'ron {DJ Drama}:] Ayo, Drama, whatup* {Cam, whatup} It's Killa {I'm here, baby} O-10, baby {Let's go Avatar on these niggas} You thought it was over {Biggest movie ever} It

Feat Akon [Intro] Slim Thugga. Boss of all bosses. See im the slimmest thug, white tee wife beater, and always keep that thang on hang. Keep the stash in my heater, next drug dealer. Don't tak

Pop champagne, roll some weed up* We in the slow game, I brung the speed up High octane, Hella inked up Bird or a plane, you prolly seen us Made a little change, but its all good Never thought in ya f

(*Prod. by The Legendary Traxster) [** feat. Buk] [Verse 1: ~Buk~] It's safe to say that I walk a fine line between good and evil* This is a fine time for me to be trying explain What's g

Brit was right when she said we should worry the Boys outside ran in a hurry Mom held tight to the ground it was made of grass Then the house burnt down so fast School at night lead to heads filled w

Tha sistas are in so check the front line Seems I spent the '80s in the Haiti state of mind Cast me into classes for electro shock Straight incarcerated, the curriculum's a cell block I'm swimmin' in

{They'll be a man One to lead his people into victory One who goes through time One who seen pain The one who see's the glory That man is I, Capone The leader, follow me} They wanna beat me like Rodn

Yuppies are too healthy They eat too much sushi They make too much money And waste it all on tootski I hate yuppies, they're no good Same old bullshit in a new suit I hate yuppies, they're

Look, my squad half-Mandrill, half-Mandela My band 'bout seventy strong just like Fela Yeah, part Melle-Mel, part Van Halen And we represent Illadel, where they still rebellin' Hey yo, Sicko show lik

LIL' JON & THE EAST SIDE BOYZ Miscellaneous Move Bitch"(feat. Chyna Whyte, Three 6 Mafia, Youngbloodz Here we come - here we come hoe - here we come Here we come hoe - here we come - here we come hoe

There's a wind on the eastern side Ghost gums dance in the moonlit night Mo poke mourns the racketeers The bosses they can sense your mood All in place to a hand that rules They all want to deal you

Jackson Joe Look Sharp! Throw It Away Wake up this mornin' and the paper's on the mat Poor getting poorer and the rich are getting fat again Up in the towers all the bosses sitting sneezing A half

Ah, uh, yeah, uh (Uh, yeah, yeah) (Click click, click click click) Yeah, click shit Homeboy, suga (Homeboy, homeboy) Want me to tie yo' shoes? Yeah (Yeah) Want me to lace you? Lace me (Lace me up)