Lil Wayne--"I'm Me"

The hottest under the sun
Ain't nobody fuckin' me man
Haha and you already know that pimpin' yeah
Cash Money records where dream's come true
Fuck up my dreams somebody gon' die tonight
And you already know that pimpin'
Hay, it's Cash Money Records man a lawless game

[Verse 1]
Un fuckin believable, Lil Wayne's the president
Fuck em, fuck em, fuck em, even if they celibate
I know the game is crazy, it's more crazy, than it's ever been
I'm married to that crazy bitch, call me Kevin Federline
It's obvious, that he'll be Cash Money til' the death of him
The ground shall break, when they bury him (bury him)
I know one day they gotta bury him
Better lock my casket tight baby, so I don't let the devil in
Nigga it's just me and my guitar, yeah bitch, I'm heavy metaling
You can get the fuckin Led Zeppelin
Niggas is bitches, bitches, I think they full of estrogen
Than we hold court and take your life for the settlement
Yeah, plus I'm the best and no I aint positive I'm definite
I know the game like I'm reffin it
This is the Carter, the Carter 3, The New Testament
And I'm the god and this is what I bless 'em with

[Hook]
Bitch I'm me, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me
Baby, I'm me, so who you, you're not me, you're not me
And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a motherfuckin Cash money millionaire
I know that ain't fare, but I don't care
I'm a motherfuckin Cash money millionaire, bitch

[Verse 2]
Junior! It's Cash Money over everything
It's in my blood, I feel it running in every vein
I'm from the mud, i'am a missile like a scud
What's really good, I'm bout the ruckus like Fudd
And I stayed on my flow and Cash Money like a rug
Tied to the fuckin' Birdman like a Lug
And dear Mr. Ronald Williams to you
I shall forever give thanks like a pilgrim
Cash Money million..heir to the throne
Goin' at there heads, like hairs in a comb
Sitting by the window, I just stare at the stones
Know I might get through it like hair in a comb
Money over bitches, my niggas trust my senses
I will take a desher as the lord as my witness
And you have all witnessed, but I am not finished
Keep your mouth closed and let your eyes listen

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Last year they had the grammy's, and left me in miami
Sleepin' on a nigga, like I'm rappin in my jammies
I'm rappin' when you sleep, I was rappin when you were in jammies
Mel Gibson flow, Lethal Weapon, book them Danny
I'm a monster I tell you, monster Wayne
I have just swallowed the key to the House Of Payne
Now I'm stuck here to deal with the houses pain
Fuck with me and I will peel, like the house's paint
Let's go, niggas don't know seamon cause I'm better in boat
The only time I will depend is when I'm 70 years old
That's when I can't my hold shit within, so I shit on myself
Cause I'm so sick of tired shittin' on everybody else
I'm tryin' to tell you like I'm sayin' somethin'
I'm from the dirty like the bottom of my pants cuff
And there nothin' gon' stop me, so just envy it
Hay? i'll accept a friendly quit! haha

[Hook]


The hottest under the sun
Ain't nobody fuckin' me man
And you already know that pimpin'
Cash Money records where dreams come true
Somebody gon' die tonight
And you already know that pimpin
Hay? It's Cash Money Records man a lawless game

"Hypnotize"--The Notorious B.I.G.

Hah, sicka than your average Poppa
Twist cabbage off instinct niggaz don't think shit stink
pink gators, my Detroit players
Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn
Dead right, if the head right, Biggie there ery'night
Poppa been smooth since days of Underroos
Never lose, never choose to, bruise crews who
do something to us, talk go through us
Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw us
Who us? Yeah, Poppa and Puff 
Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutch
Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3
Bang every MC easily, busily
Recently niggaz frontin ain't sayin nuttin
So I just speak my piece, keep my peace
Cubans with the Jesus piece, with my peeps
Packin, askin who want it, you got it nigga flaunt it
That Brooklyn bullshit, we on it


Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)

I put hoes in NY onto DKNY
Miami, D.C. prefer Versace 
All Philly hoes, dough and Moschino
Every cutie wit a booty bought a Coogi 
Now who's the real dookie, meanin who's really the shit
Them niggaz ride dicks, Frank White push the sticks
on the Lexus, LX, four and a half
Bulletproof glass tints if I want some ass
Gon' blast squeeze first ask questions last
That's how most of these so-called gangsters pass
At last, a nigga rappin bout blunts and broads
Tits and bras, menage-a-trois, sex in expensive cars
I still leave you on the pavement
Condo paid for, no car payment
At my arraignment, note for the plantiff
Your daughter's tied up in a Brooklyn basement
Face it, not guilty, that's how I stay filthy 
Richer than Richie, till you niggaz come and get me

Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)

I can fill ya wit real millionaire shit 
Escargot, my car go, one sixty, swiftly
Wreck it buy a new one
Your crew run run run, your crew run run
I know you sick of this, name brand nigga wit
flows girls say he's sweet like licorice
So get with this nigga, it's easy
Girlfriend here's a pen, call me round ten
Come through, have sex on rugs that's Persian
Come up to your job, hit you while you workin 
for certain, Poppa freakin, not speakin
Leave that ass leakin, like rapper demos
Tell them hoe, take they clothes off slowly
Hit em wit the force like Obi, dick black like Toby
Watch me roam like Gobi, lucky they don't owe me
Where the safe show me, homey..

Wu-Tang Clan, "Reunited"

Intro: Roxanne

It's Wu motherfuckers, ah Wu-Tang motherfuckers (3X)
It's Wu, ah goin on

Verse One: The Genius/GZA

Reunited, double LP, we're all excited
Struck a match to the underground, industry ignited
from metaphorical parables to fertilize the Earth
Wicked niggaz come, try to burglarize the turf
Scattin off soft-ass beats them niggaz rap happily
Tragically, that style, deter-iate, rapidly
Uncompleted missions, throwin your best known compositions
You couldn't add it up, if you mastered addition
Where I come from, gettin visual is habitual
De-mon-strate walkin on hot coal, in rituals
I splash the paint on the wall, it formed the mural
He took a look, saw the manifestation of it, was plural
Rhymin while impaired, dart hit your garment
Pierced your internal, streamlined compartments
Just consider the unparallel advantage
Of a natural disaster that's impossible to manage

Verse Two: Ol Dirty Bastard

Bitch ass niggaz counterfeit the funk
I smoke the bead and the skunk, tree top of the trunk
Moonshine drunken monk, YaHEAD, get shrunk
The touch of skunk, I be fuckin bitches by the chunk
my name black, do words wanna play in my dirt?
Bitch stop my momma serve, free lunch from the church
I come like a thousand doves
Bitch you quiet at the bus, makin the fuss, I gots tough love
Unglove the news, watch a nigga transfuse
Dirty add to the fuse, heavy at the booze
I don't walk, I get carried
Gold and platinum frisbees on my wall, lookin properly
but come-ly, I U.F.O. you Wright Brothers
The Indian that sold Manhattan to the white man
my grandfather, step up and get knocked right the fuck out
Come to the cook-out, Dirty bitch at the mouth
You scared? Run around like a plane about to crash

*sound of a plane crashing and explosion*

[Roxanne] Wu-Tang motherfuckers (2X)
Yeah... and RZA

Verse Three: RZA

Yo, yo, The Riddler, funny bone tickler, freak Caligula
Bigger dick sex enigma pistol fertilize your stigma
Stinkbox, order from pink dot
MC's get stuck on ink blots as I plug to the sinkbox
Wu-Tang Incorp. take your brain on spacewalk
Talk strange like B-jork, great hero Jim Thorpe
How can I put it? Life is like video footage
Hard to edit, directors, that never understood it
I'm too impulsive, my deadly corrosive dosage
attack when you least notice through explosive postage
I don't play, the rap souflee sautee for the day
Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig A, Leg Leg Arm Head
Spread like plague, we drink Hennessee by the jig
I got the golden egg plus the goose
Eighty proof, Absolut, mixed with cranberry fruit juice
Ginseng boost, I got yo' neck in a noose
Keep my money wrinkled, the rap star twinkle killer instinct
sixteen bar nickle sell more copies than Kinko
Grow like a fetus with no hands and feet to complete us
and we return like Jesus, when the whole world need us

Verse Four: Method Man

Is it appetite for destruction
Slap a murder rap on this production, I touch somethin trust nuttin
Iron Lung/Twisted Metal
I see em duckin my dart gun, bustin, from every angle
Worldwide total carnage, the sickest flow
that be code named Agent Orange, killin you slow
It's only right you pay homage
to those that's bout to blow like that shit up your nose, solid
as a rock when I strike target, ver-bal
Be screamin on you like a drill sargeant, her-bals
got me where I wanna be right now, don't know the time
Check the hour on your sundial, watch me shine
Drunk off of cheap wine
Each line be on point when I speak mine
On behalf of my crew, SUUUUUUUUUUU, Enter the Wu
Thirty-Six more deadly Chambers, to take you through

Outro: Roxanne

It's Wu motherfuckers, Wu-Tang motherfuckers (6X)

It's Wu motherfuckers, Wu-Tang motherfuckers (5X)
Yeahhh, Wu-Tannnnnng
Wu-Tannnnnnnng

[Ol Dirty] Oh yeahhhh, ahhh, aiyy yeahh yeahhhahh aiii
[Roxanne] And RZA...