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Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth – Take You There (A Cappella) Lyrics

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[Verse 1: C.L. Smooth]
Never judge a book by the cover
Discover the Soul Brother with the Mecca Don
Work ’em brunette to blonde
How many Edison con when I respond in full black
With us having the Vernon villains back-to-back
Amazing grace when I face the great paper chase
For real it’s long overdue
So I don’t wanna talk to you
I stroke the hell out of mademoiselle who insisted
Every night, she get her back twisted in the unlisted
I’m living through my son so daddy see it this way
I want him in the NFL, his brother in the NBA
No doubt, I’m with a piece, down in Mecca, all crazy
To the late Eve, none of this is make-believe
I breathe some of the most powerful lyrics of our century
Battle physically, conquer mentally
Essentially, you’re dealing with a Mecca affair
So anywhere you wanna go you know, I’ll take you there

[Verse 2: C.L. Smooth]
Control now so in the future see me calling the shots
For larger plots of cash to mini-bikes and open mics
I’m blowing up spots for knots in the millennium years
And how I drop it on my peers brings tears and fears
And now the question manifest in my only
My soldiers wear Versace or the Army fatigue
That brings a world of intrigue and glamour to my arsenal of dons
Pimps to players and layers of decepticons
My whole mind-state gravitate to weapon
Making people in the business get a misconception
It ain’t hard to the core, it ain’t sex on the beach
It’s just another plateau the brothers have to reach
Emphatical non-cypher, then we were broke and misguided
Try to gas me like Hitler once we get divided
No question, you’re dealing with a Mecca affair
So anywhere you wanna go, I’ll take you there

[Verse 3: C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock]
Set it so I can make ’em all respect my fame
When brothers try to count all my chips in the game
Now let me civilize your foolish acts of gunplay
The plan of a stick man, the price in how to get away
Chose for negroes, the most hypnotical flows
On the planet, another East Coast track rose, goddammit
My theme, to mainstream’s the knocker
Only time I get writer’s block is when my lucci’s on lock
Pretty much I’m coming through in the clutch, see
My thought is a bombshell, built to only propel
Or is it just my style of hustle making a mark
To rumble the playgrounds with more danger than Jurassic Park
It was dark, when I brought it to the light, for spite
My staff’s got me taking nothing but champagne baths
Now the aftermath’s dealing with a Mecca affair
So anywhere you wanna go, I’ll take you there

DJ Daddykat & Wiz Khalifa – Purpose Lyrics

[Chorus]
I know my purpose is to do way more than scratch the surface
I know my purpose is to stay away from chicks that’s worthless
I know my purpose is to (All you), say more than I purchase (DJ Daddykat on the mix)
I know my purpose is to make these pussy niggas nervous

[Verse 1]
Two puffs and I’m in the gang, too much muscle when I’m switchin’ lanes
Fly my planes, I just want the cash, I don’t want the fame
Couple chains, spillin’ out on names, got you goin’ through a phase
Rollin’ J’s, youngin told his parents it’s gang, so they know it is
Keep my family close like my youngins to the toast
This a thousand dollar roach, put it down, and you gon’ smoke
Nowadays, I hardly post ’cause these rappers do the most
I never go broke, was MVP, but now, I’m the coach

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m smokin’ kush on the Wеst Coast
Know some niggas who had shit on lock, but then they chokеd (Hahaha)
Me, I run it up until I can’t do it no more
See me as a boss and you don’t speak unless you spoke to (All you), do just what you told

[Chorus]
I know my purpose is to do way more than scratch the surface
I know my purpose is to stay away from chicks that’s worthless
I know my purpose is to say more than I purchase
I know my purpose is to make these pussy niggas nervous

[Verse 2]
Rolls-Royce when I’m steppin’ out, money, family’s what I care about
Airin’ Karens out, I don’t care ’bout clout, let me in the South
West Coast, I built a house, Pittsburgh my stompin’ grounds
East Coast, it’s goin’ down, in Toronto, I smoke it out (DJ Daddykat)
I built it out, and if I ain’t legendary status, then I’m gettin’ close
And if there’s a problem, my niggas go
Grindin’ until they tell me I’m the G.O.A.T
I’m the one that gave all you lil’ niggas hope

[Pre-Chorus]
Smokin’ kush on the West Coast
Know some niggas who had shit on lock, but then they choked
Me, I run it up until I can’t do it no more
See me as a boss and you don’t speak unless you spoke to do just what you told

[Chorus]
I know my purpose is to do way more than scratch the surface
I know my purpose is to stay away from chicks that’s worthless
I know my purpose is to say more than I purchase
I know my purpose is to make these pussy niggas nervous

2Pac – Die/Dumpin (Original Version) Lyrics

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[Intro]
Like this
Blastin’, dumpin’
Bitch

[Verse 1: Gonzoe]
I got my pistol cocked and my knife
‘Bout to slice this nigga windpipe
Throwin’ tops, swervin’ me on the dice
Nigga thought he was nice with the slickness
But the nigga I am, sham, just swift with the quickness (Mark ass bitch)
Respect the game, the lame niggas die slow
Hustlers fly straight like Frank feared Scarface
From the Glock, the lead waste
Diggin’ out your chest plate up straight
Trimmin’ you from your winge and hit the gate, I’m not waitin’
Thinking between and runnin’ on my escape
Hop on the 2-10 and wait for you to retaliate
The terrorist doin’ on niggas who we {​Glock cocked}​
Glock never miss, through your grill here goes my fist
When I slit yo’ wrist
With the the styles of ruckus south central
Los scandalous anybody get buckets uh (West side)
I’m doin’ niggas in the rap tussle
Rip out your backbone slow, you go to pieces like a puzzle
I’m hand on muzzles to you whack MC’s
Black fitted cap to the back with the Gap jeans to my knees
Niggas under siege, like Seagal they fall
To my tactics chin checkin’ in charge like chart, I want it all
The loot, the chronic, plus the dips
First nigga that flinches catch a bullet from my hip
In a rage, serving gauge with my Glock to your grill
Let the dump-dumps loose, now your brains is on the ceiling nigga

[Verse 2: 2Pac]
Murderous mindstate
Can’t keep my nine straight
Sippin’ on this hennessey
Waitin’ for the time to break
Show up and mothafuckas bow down, recognize
West Side, Death Row, outlaw riders
Untouchable mob of pistol packers
Well known felons labeled for drug sellin’ merciless jackers
Forever buzzed
Roll with thugs and dawgs
Commence to lettin’ off rounds
Then escape in the fog
Who wanna see me solo?
Catch Makaveli while he’s sleepin’
My mini-14 murderin’ niggas while they creepin’, Uhhh!
Duck or you ass out!
Drink ’til you pass out! (what)
Ain’t scared to die
Drunk drivin’ in my Glasshouse
Niggas is under me
They bitches come to me
They heard the stories nigga
Now they wanna really see
Bomb first, my motto, is fully guaranteed
Niggas is playahatas
Label them my enemies then dumpin’

[Refrain 1: 2Pac]
Look out young nigga!
‘Cause it’s time to dump
I’m versatile ,mothafuckas
What type of rhyme you want?
Niggas got me in they sight
Now I’m runnin’ for my life
Tell me!
What’s that, West Side like?
West side!

[Verse 3: Kurupt]
I’m all about the paper chase ’cause the paper makes life so great
Plus, haste makes waste
And I gots the whole spot lock down, concoct styles
Catch me rollin’ all the fuck around with the top down (Nigga, what?)
Realest with the microphone
Most murder masher verbal disaster
Creator, 38 stasher
In the inner zone where the hellraiser roam
There is not place like home, TEC-9s and chromes
Got the heater sequence for the heat to the disperse
Just in case worse come worst, I dumps first
So pump curt curse, it’s the curse of the pump pump
The one to dump last is the first to get slumped
It’s the mental temptation, mental assassination
My heart skips a beat for the heat sensation
I’m death-defying, bitches lyin’ sayin’ I ain’t cute
Now she wants an autograph (Hey, give me an autograph) Bitch, I ain’t Snoop (What?)

[Verse 4: Scarlo]
One bone bitch ready to go for broke
Hittin’ up your marks with my motherfuckin’ 4
I’m comin’ up about the Hills so feel I’m ready for the static
And niggas on my team is the full flesh automatic
Planting all you hoes in your motherfuckin’ place
A bitch named Scarlo is steppin’ up in your face
I’m dustin’ off you chumps with the .44 slugs
And livin’ from the lichter bro I’m ready to pull your plug
So, nigga, you wanna jump? You gotta jump little higher
Scarlo, nigga, the miss messiah
So bitch you better get a grip on gangs
You fuckin’ with the hillside, mentally insane
Point of no return and now my life is on the edge
Believin’ in my misery I fucked her in the yeah
Giuseppe called me up and told me so
I gotta do a mission on my ass I gotta go
‘Cause you can run, hide (Hide)
But I’m gonna getcha when tryna escape
You know my gat won’t letcha run, hide
But I’m gonna getcha when tryna escape
You know my gat won’t letcha
West side for life
Biaaaaaatch!

[Refrain 2: 2Pac]
I’m dumpin’
Empty my gun
It’s time to run
‘Cause here come the cops
I’ll be duckin’ ’em for blocks
Nigga I’m dumpin’
Empty my clip
Forever bustin’
East Coast nigga rushin’
Mothafucka, I’ll be dumpin’

[Verse 5: Nutt-So]
Killer!
Loaded them things, nigga, it’s time to dump
Sneakin’ on niggas that be sleepin’ when they ass in the trunk
You slipped, then got crept on, now it’s ride time
To the hills where niggas kill and peel your shit on skyline
It’s die time, and can’t any niggas save g
So kneel to your fuckin’ knees and feel this 45 fade you
Aimin’ for heads, pumpin’ lead ’til I bury you
Niggas be duckin’ but I swingin’ low like chariot
No love, pumpin’ slugs like I’m servin’ dogs
Buck buck, now tell your dead homies I said, “What’s up?”
Lullaby, rock-a-bye, nigga die
And rest in piece, eternal pain from this fire
My 45 smoked and broke ya
And nothin’ hurt like a dick with his liquid, in his eyes wide open
Gats smokin’ no jokin’, Bullets to me
Deleted soul from his core, as he lay, as I was dumpin’