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Philly's Most Wanted: "Cross The Border"

[Boobonic]
Yo, once the Mo start drippin
Hoes start trippin
Tell em my name Boo
You know we all hittin
But look mami
I got 3 drinks in me stuck
And I aint tryna talk, I'm tryna fuck
If the pussy gets wetter
Chicks, I never sweat her
I'm gettin all the cheddar
Bitch, read the letter
I pattened the plan
Get a dick suck wit a gat in my hand
Bitch, it's thug passion
Chicks drive by in their whips
They be flashin
Do you know Bonic and Lib?
They be askin
If the bitch wanna ask me shit, I'ma hit
Attitude just like Cancun, I'ma trip
Now niggas pissed
Know why? Cause I'm the shit
If you cop a 5, imagine what I'm gone get
Lights out
Most Wanted bring the bikes out
Ball out
Bitches on the back
Ass all out
I got hoes wit accents
And I don't mean Hundai's
My hands touched more bricks than Quamay's
Ice'll blind you
For real dog, believe me
Only feel comfortable around Ray Charles and Stevie
So I'ma take it easy

[Chorus (Female voice)]
So why don't you run across the border mama?
(I'll run cross the border papa)
And what will you bring me back mama?
(You know what I'll bring you back papa)
So don't forget (I won't forget)
To bring me back (To bring you back)
What I need (What you need)
Tonight (Tonight)
Will you run across the border mama?
(I'll go cross the border papa)

[Mr. Man]
(Mr. Mr.)
I know the fuck you heard
Give me head while I drive
Bitch, I like to swerve
I'll take you to the airport so you can cop them birds
Now is you bout it mami?
Whoa, let me know
Is it the dick, the car, the looks, or the dough?
She said, "Mostly the dough, playa I don't lie."
I hit once, then hit her girlfriend
Ask, "When can we all get together again?"
And I never love hoes
What you talkin about?
I party your wife, nigga
You be eatin her out
And I sat there and told you that I cum in her mouth
And my connect the only reason she be runnin down south
Bitches high for a ride dependin who key startin
So fuck a Jaguar
Cop a Aston Martin, pardon
No talkin, Mr. say sparkin
Niggas can't understand
They still walkin

[Chorus]

[Boobonic]
Hot ass whips is what they see Boo in
We play down in C-A-C-U-N
Uh, nice wit the O flex outta line
Cut a bitch off like O.J.
Yall aint ready
That's why all yall niggas look hurt
When yall see me
More Franklin's than Kirk
And I'm spendin em wit GP
Thick tube socks I rock like I'm from DC
Cash Money as in Juvenile like BG

[Mr. Man]
Top down on the Cadillac Allante'
I get street stripes like Carlito Brigante
Dog, I tax yall cause it costs to live
And still show no love like foster kids
I rent out homes in the hood and live across the bridge
My car's hotter than Negril
While y'all walk, I wheel
Oh, your Roley go tick and tock? It's not real
And keep a piece around my neck I know worth ya deal, nigga

[Chorus]

http://m.jp.youtube.com/details?v=sgwoHlqSl3U

http://www.spike.com/video/phillys-most-wanted/2789956
http://www.mtv.com/videos/phillys-most-wanted/47214/cross-the-border.jhtml

do ya homework

http://jp.youtube.com/watch?v=5Zf1-CIwnlQ

cunninlynguists - "old school"

[Deacon the Villain]
Before R. Kelly had his teens.. Wutang had their cream
Slick Rick had his rings... crack rock had it's fiends
Martin Luther had his dreams, Stevie Wonder could sing
or Elvis was king, Hip Hop was on the scene

[Kno]
Nah meeeeen, go back like Hitchcocks' hairline
Taught Fred Estaire how to pop lock in my spare time
I caught a ride on Noah's ark, cus I had a pair of Puma's
and two chickens on my arm

[Deacon the Villain]
That's true...... and when I came through
noticed Noah was first to "check 1, check 2"

[Kno]
Guess who rescued Repunzel
climbing up her gold weave, then made her braid her hair like Alicia Keys

[SOS]
Before EPMD met golddiggers fuckin for VISAs
I was the first to pimp Jezebel and Mona Lisa
and made em famous way before Eminem could flow
Even ran trizz with JFK on Marilyn Monroe...Oh

[Chorus] - scratching
"Blow the spot with some old school shit" - Rah Digga on Talib Kweli's "Down For The Count"
"I'm so old school"- Jay-Z off of "Jigga That Nigga"
"I'm old school like my dad is"- J-Ro on De La Soul's "My Writes"
"True, that's old school"- Mos Def on BlackStarr's "Very Well"
"I'll bust that old school boom bap all over this map"- Declaime on Lootpacks's "Episodes" (x2)
"From the old school I consider loyally true"

[SOS]
I'm so old school I was at the first supper serving soulfood
And Arroz con Pollo', but I bet you had no clue
That pilgrims were the first to name women after produce
And that was the first Road Rules without toll booths
Even when Adam and Eve sat by the weed tree
I told Eve, "Please don't tell him touch my weed leaves."
But after I showed him Cypress Hill, he loved fire
Then Eve left and became the first lady of Ruff Riders

[Deacon the Villain]
Had a horse carraige, sittin' on dubs, coastin'
Smacked the thouroughbred in the ass and hit the 3-wheel motion
Since a Frank and Jesse James shoot-out in the street
Had a scoundrel c-walkin', shootin' bullets at his feet

[Kno]
I had Michalangelo put down the horsehair brushes
Started doing end to end burners on buses
Trust this, put King Midas' touch to use
He grabbed my bead necklace now I'm rockin truck jewels

[Deacon the Villain]
When lightin' struck Ben Frank's kite and sent currents through
He was the first to electric boogaloo
The wop, robot and helicopter on the pavement
And in amazement, he was even Harlem-Shakin'

[Chorus] - scratching
"Blow the spot with some old school shit" - Rah Digga on Talib Kweli's "Down For The Count"
"I'm so old school"- Jay-Z off of "Jigga That Nigga"
"I'm old school like my dad is"- J-Ro on De La Soul's "My Writes"
"True, that's old school"- Mos Def on BlackStarr's "Very Well"
"I'll bust that old school boom bap all over this map"- Declaime on Lootpacks's "Episodes" (x2)
"From the old school I consider loyally true"- Big Pun off of "You Came Up"

[Deacon the Villain]
Transylvania was flossed out... but the facts have changed
Like, me selling Dracula some platinum caps for his fangs
Throwing daisy dukes upon that Mary Magdeline dame
And she ran game, tricked me up out my platinum chain

[SOS]
I had American Indians sending smoke signals with hydro
Giving villages contact matching blunts with Tonto
Spellin S.O.S. with my eyes closed
Even battled Henry the Eighth with my rhyme flow
and made his wives my hoes

[Kno]
I told Jesus that GZA said sandles were feminine
So he copped some shelltoes and suede Timberlands
Remember when KRS ripped Shan? Do ya homework
That was Amadeus playing the Bridge Is Over

[SOS]
Moses parted two tables with a mixer and played great
With his DJ crates. Before him, we played tapes
I sipped fine wine with Einstein back in the days
M. C. Square was his stage name and he rocked gray braids

[Deacon the Villain]
That was before we could sit and play, Kid N Play
Or Nefertiti rocked the first flat-top fade
but anyway... flip through ya history books
you'll see about a thousand pictures of these infamous crooks
Cunninlynguists!!

[scratching]
"Old School"
"Word"

where you wanna go?

http://jp.youtube.com/watch?v=j8Tn3h5Nl4Q
http://jp.youtube.com/watch?v=dW83a4i5c5k
http://jp.youtube.com/watch?v=vXmqauitBkM

outkast
spottieottiedopaliscious*

[Hook]
Damn damn damn James

[Pat Brown]
Dickie shorts & Lincoln's clean
leanin' checking out the scene
Gangsta boys Bigga's lit ridin' out talkin' shit
Nigga where you wanna go?
You know the club don't close 'til four
let's party 'til we can't no more
Watch out here come the folks

[Dre]
As the plot thickens it gives me the dickens
Reminiscent of Charles a li'l disco-tech
nestled in the ghettoes of Niggaville, USA
via Atlanta, Georgia a li'l spot where
young men & young women go to experience
they first li'l taste of the nightlife
Me? Well I've never been there, well perhaps once
But I was so engulfed in the Old "E"
I never made it to the door you speak of hard core
while the DJ sweatin' out all the problems
and the troubles of the day
While this fine bow-legged girl fine as all outdoors
lulls lukewarm lullabies in your left ear
competing with "Set it Off," in the right
But it all blends perfectly let the liquor tell it
"Hey hey look baby they playin' our song"
And the crowd goes wild as if
Holyfield has just won the fight
But in actuality it's only about 3 A.M.
and three niggas just don' got hauled
off in the ambulance [sliced up]
two niggas don' start bustin' [wham wham]
and one nigga don' took his shirt off talkin' 'bout
"Now who else wanna fuck with Hollywood Court?"
It's just my interpretation of the situation

[Hook]

[Big Boi]
When I first met my Spottieottiedopaliscious Angel
I can remember that damn thing like yesterday
The way she moved reminded me of a Brown Stallion
horse with skates on smooth like a hot comb
on nappy ass hair
I walked up on her & was almost paralyzed
her neck was smelling sweeter
than a plate of yams with extra syrup
eyes beaming like four karats apiece just blindin' a nigga
felt like I chiefed a whole O of that Presidential
My heart was beating so damn fast
never knowing this moment would bring another
life into this world
Funny how shit come together sometimes [ya dig]
One moment you frequent the booty clubs &
the next four years you & somebody's daughter
raisin' y'all own young'n now that's a beautiful thang
that's if you're on top of your game
and man enough to handle real life situations [that is]
Can't gamble feeding baby on that dope money
might not always be sufficient but the
United Parcel Service & the people at the Post Office
didn't call you back because you had cloudy piss
So now you back in the trap just that, trapped
Go on and marinate on that for a minute

where you at?

http://jp.youtube.com/watch?v=2FybGdX_k2A

d.i.t.c: "Where you at?"

[Big Punisher]
Aiyyo it's funny dunn
The two nicest niggas unite as one
Collide the sun wit the moon, BOOM!!
I leave you brighted from
My full of clips, hawk the world into hell when a bullet spit
Crucifix myself to the sun, now who you wit?
Enter my world of doom, consume fear and feel the panic
I ram a lightning bolt between the earth and moon
And curl the planets
I'm ?palanatic? wit lyrics spannin for galaxies
Battle me, mathematically, I'm givin your wisdom a cavity
Rapidly flowin, controllin the time
Flip over the line, I'm blowin your mind wit just a flow and a rhyme
I'm Hogan in his prime, strong and fast
You can bomb and blast, c'mon, you'll still be on your ass
It's satisfaction guaranteed
Wit Fiction like Quentin Tarantin'
Kickin your baddest dreams, shit you haven't seen
I have to be perfectly honest
You should have an anniversary to acknowledge the way I work the ebonics
I verbally vomit on how much niggas try to get us
With garbage lyrics, my style delivers it as the Outer Limits
I'm like the pyramids cuz every point is precise
Now you know me for life
Six Pun, Cuban flooded wit ice

Chorus [Big Punisher] (Milano)
If I ain't home wit my fam (Where you at?)
Stash crib, cuttin grams (Where you at?)
Hung wit my niggas and we're rollin and controllin, hold that!
If I ain't deep in some ass (Where you at?)
I'm in the jeep wit the stash (Where you at?)
Hung wit my niggas and we're rollin and controllin, baby!

[Milano]
Yo I camel-clutch mics, a truce gahzuntite
Guess I'm allergic when shit ain't done right
You spread disease while the vaccine is what I write
Couldn't avoid this, sit tight
All aboard ship, on my voy-age
Purple Explorers, seven warriors my aura
You tied a ? and boredom, Milan bring more than offer
High exalted, boned a Lazarus scultptor
You penny-weight style
While my piece alone around three pounds
I had to serve nerds, and throw it down, stuck for a reason
Laid up a whole season, pen and pad style
Honeymooners like Jack Gleason
Blessin the whole reason
Until my niggas max out, hold the axe out
Whoever front, saw the procedure
All you thugs now wit misdemeanors
I seen ya'll in clubs, poppin Zima
Fake minks wit ninety percent of it beaver
Thought you was killin em?
I played the back wit two dime Brazilians
Cogniac and ice buckets, puttin a slight chill to them
Rock platinum like I sold a million
Trapped on my island like Gilligan
Really, Manhattan niggas here, you gotta feel em
It ain't hard, sent to Parkwest Hall
Straight up the Malcom Boulevard
Wit no bars, I write scriptures
Me on beats is a fatal attraction when I give you the business
Caught a dough virus for spittin sick shit
Got niggas like "Who is this?"
On this '99 classical edition

Chorus

Hip-hop with vision

All Natural - "50 years"
("No Additives, No Preservatives" (1998))

Now everybody
fast forward to the future, the year, 2-0-4-4
And let me tell what's in store
Just so you won't be surprised when we blow up, before your eyes
And when you watch my kids grow up then, you'll realize
that my literary talent was genetic
Copacetic not pathetic, but poeticall prophetic

Now 50 years down the line, we gon' all look back
and say that hip-hop, in 1995 was wack
But then we gots it back on tracks
And by the year of 2000, the T-N-D was housin
Three slammin albums, the face is on the cover of Jet
and chillin like it wasn't no sweat

Production was fat, with lyrics that hit
Had niggaz steady shoutin, "Yo them kids the shit!
Man they new jam be flam, even fatter than the last one
and T-N-D see they'll never pull no fast one
They got skill, pure intellect

Remember back in ninety-eight when they dropped 'Cashin Checks'?
Yo word em up that was the summertime anthem"
I'll be playin checkers, drinkin Geritol and just lampin
Mackin to the biddies at the bingo game
cause even then I ain't gon' show no shame
See I'll be rockin rough in rhymes til I'm 70
In T-N-D we gots mad longevity

Chorus: (with KRS-One sample)

"So 50 years down the line, yeah you can start this.."
...cause we'll be them old school artists

"50 years down the line.." {*cut and scratched repeatedly*)

Now 50 years down the line, see I'll be chillin
like it ain't no thing, with little shorties on the swings
talkin bout, "My granddaddy had MAD flow
He got some old school, year two-thousand and ten tapes
when he was rockin the shows, and keepin it true
Takin out your granddaddy and his punk ass crew"

Your kid'll get mad, but Wilt didn't run
But what can you say, it's like father like son
And so I'm maxin in a rockin chair, readin the funnies
Shorties runnin up askin they grandpop for money

So I whip out a wad, and slide the brother some ends
and tell him, "Stay away from danger, strangers and skins"
They say, "Sure," bust a smile real quick
Think that grandpa's dumb, lil' dudes ain't slick
cause I was their age once, and so I know whassup

I remember back then when I ain't wanna grow up
I used to kick it with my crew like twenty-fo'/seven
And Writer's Block rocked and all became legends
in the hip-hop field, now they names is known
The All-Star Durah, Atomic Ganz and Tone
Green Weez, Rashid and The Architects
Never heard of us then, but I was full in effect
We would ? and attack, to bring back the flow
I ain't dreamin I ain't braggin I just know what I know

Chorus

http://www.allnaturalhiphop.com/
http://jp.youtube.com/watch?v=Fb63vk5UZ2s
http://jp.youtube.com/watch?v=PViK8wTabhg