Ram Squad – What We Live For Lyrics

What up niggas we bout to set this shit off
Ram Squad 69 Interscope Jcor you know how we do
Yeah its what we live for
You know how we do streets and money
Yeah its what we live for
Projects and Puerto Ricans
Yeah its what we live for
All my ladies my thugs throw it up
Its what we live for

[Chorus: repeat 2x]
You got ya drink yeah you got ya ice yeah
You got ya weed yeah you got ya knife yeah
You got ya doe yeah you got ya hoes yeah
You got ya fast life lime light walk with me get it right

(Boy Backs)
Yo break the lime light rhyme life Backs gonna spit it right
Ram Squad get it right thick like the Israelites
Ball baby drink till you fall baby
Been did it pop shots through your fitted
Dro smoker dutch smoker high roller
NY with punch New York for lunch
Paper paper mulah live for the pacos
Get that money die for the yeyo
Whip bouncin things come back play though
Thug wealthy dog I eat healthy dog
I shoot like Kobe off the pick and roll
Ball out at the club then we pickin roles
Bankroll thats the reason why the pockets swole
Icy nigga small but the car is bigger
Jewells will kill ya Try than the guns will get ya
Fall back on them broads and ball till you fall nigga

[Chorus: 2x]

(Tommy Hill)
Its time to get it crump and throw them bows
I came to bring the whip and scoop hoes
Shit who knows who im f**kin tonight
6 in the morning everything is all right
But uh I ain’t high yet and uh I ain’t drunk yet
And uh I ain’t weeded yet I ain’t touch the sky yet
5 4 3 2 1 here I come drugs money guns
Shit we dont need no water let the mother f**ker burn
Down to the ground come on get it on
All my niggas all my bitches
Throw your mother f**king joints in the air
And if Ram in the spot then you know we gonna rock
Throw your mother f**king joints in the air for real
I burn bridges I turn out kittens
Kill for a mil that my fam ain’t gettin

[Chorus: 6x]

You got ya creamed out blinged out high on chrome
Ram at the bar gettin shots galore
The Ram ?? Ya gotta let em know
Them now spend on doe
[Repeat 6x]

Das Racist – Puerto Rican Cousins Lyrics

[Verse One: Kool A.D.]
V-I-C droppin’ styles you ain’t used to
New school, old school, cocoa puff, coo-coo
Choo-choo-choose to be half Lisa Simpson, half Ralphie
Put my T.V. to Pacini falling off the balcony
South Beach diet
Powder me up, powder me down, white riot
Sublime cover band-types like it, maybe you should try it
Maybe you should buy it, you should probably buy it

[Break: Kool A.D.]
Shorty said we look like (like Puerto Rican cousins)
Shorty said we look like (like Puerto Rican cousins)

[Verse One (Cont’d): Kool A.D.]
I wanna ride on my own, though
Try to save the world like Bono
Be the token brother in an ad for Disaronno
Ho, ho, ho, Merry Kwanzaa, Hanukkah, Ramadan
Got more rhymes than Jay Elec got ramalama-ding-dongs
Parmesan cheese on the ravioli
Holy Spicoli, Batman! I’m Sean Penn (whaat?)

[Break: Kool A.D.]
She said we look like (like Puerto Rican cousins)
She said we look like (like Puerto Rican cousins)

[Hook: Kool A.D.]
We are family
At least that’s what we look like we might be
(like Puerto Rican cousins)
We are family
At least that’s what we look like we might be
(like Puerto Rican cousins)

[Verse Two: Heems]
I got more rhymes than Puerto Ricans got cousins
Bug’s Life tatty on my stomach cause we buzzin
Shrug life tatty on my back cause I’m shruggin
Nice guy on the train is steady mean muggin
On the Upper West Side like Jews do, one line
Seen JuJu’s cousin on the F-train one time
I be like Eli Porter, yes, I got dumb rhymes
Sit back, relax cause we finna have a fun time
People think I’m Rican cause of the way that I be speakin’
The shorties I be freakin plus the people that we reaching
With this music; people think we stupid
Then they peep the tape and smarten up to the movement
I’m Himanshu, the one without the beard
People think I’m Spanish ’cause the other one look weird
Look here, nasty, something like Gargamel
Das Racist: our complexion is caramel

[Break: Heems]
Das Racist (like Puerto Rican cousins)
Das Racist (like Puerto Rican cousins)

[Hook: Heems]
We are family
At least that’s what we look like we might be
We are family
At least that’s what we look like we might be

[Verse Three: Kool A.D. & Heems]
Bagged a degree in English but proficient in Blackanese
Smoke so many trees I’m turning Japanese
I really think so; commie, pinko
Schizo, ginkgo biloba
Performing “My Sharona” at talent shows across Girona
Drinkin Coronas in Daytona, loner
Bulova on my wrist, beluga cavi in my tummy
Brendan Fraser in The Mummy
Type-casted time-traveller, action!
I’m counting Jacksons with black friends
Counting tens in Benzes with white friends
Wondering if suicide’s a largely white trend
Google it later and confirm that, a’ight then
Stars and stripes, man, give me my stipend
We alright, type type man
We get along (like Puerto Rican cousins)

[Hook: Kool A.D.]
We are family
At least that’s what we look like we might be
(like Puerto Rican cousins)
We are family
At least that’s what we look like we might be
(like Puerto Rican cousins)

Canibus – Artifacts Freestyle Lyrics

Artifacts Freestyle Lyrics

If im hawking you it ain’t because I respect you god,
Its because im trying to find a perfect place for me to sh*t on,
N*ggas hear about me and discreetly set up a date to me,
to see if they can defeat me,
So I ain’t ready to let no motherf*cker eat me,
thats why you find little pieces of emcees in my feces weekly,
You can’t beat me you can’t control + aLt + delete me,
N*gga you can’t even shine on a song that features me,
Slippery saliva keeps my delievery tighter,
Enabling me to outmanoeuvrer Russian Minky Fighters,
Launching missles on whack rap artists like they was targets,
For comming on broader market with that garbage,
From downtown Newark to South Orange, N*ggas is paying harmage,
I’ll battle you for anything you own worth pawning,
Rap snap, get your ass cracked like bear traps
Contaminate your air sacs like tear gas,
And I swear black, try to battle me, you won’t last,
I’ll turn your ass into the artist formerly known as, you gay ass fag,
I’ll blow you to ashes with tactics,
Strip you naked, then make you hug a cactus, you bastard,
From the Halby Knocking Down Conference to the Gavin,
Whack emcees get slapped in their faces for rapping,
For abosoulety no Rhyme + Reason I start beefing,
Spitting words faster than two Puerto Ricans speaking,
Keys for me to make examples out of someone you respect,
And That you will discover you for trying to test,
The weather ain’t nice enough to rhyme wit me,
Should surrender their soul and combine with me,
Or die violently, I try to be a millionare before the years up,
Im hungry like a dog with his ears up,
This little N*gga with heart from north Newark,
The only thing faster than the speed of light is the speed of dark,
With the jaws of the great white shark, I’ll rip you apart,
My state of the art lyrically laser is razor sharpe,
Slapter the brian matter of my enemies,
With the same bullet projectory that mudered John Kennedy,
In the back of the crainal cavity,
Is what actually what happends for anything motherf*cker for trying to battle me,
90 minutes heat, 90 minutes of lyrics and beats, 90 minutes and these brick city streets,
Mad ball and tad one keeping it tight,
Canbius with 97′ and Im out like Blue Trice