Remember The Titans

[Fabolous]

These n-ggas losing their minds

you find that theres no reward

they say they already home

it's really clear they abroad

they sound like they boxed in

it's not just where they record

there's a cost to be the boss they can't clearly afford

swear to the Lord, theres guns like the audience

you put on a show, my 40 clearly applauds

sittin' fifth row, I might appear to be bored

plotting on a Kanye, but screaming where's my award

ballin out of control, never won an ESPY

bout to buy a black ghost and call that sh-t SP

flow outta this World, I'm coming for my Moon man

you n-ggas slide back like that walkin on the moon dance

no glitter glean, handgun with a beam

have some boys follow you, street fam, twitter team

like you could f-ck with me

oh did it seem, Dr King and Def Jam aint the only ones with a dream

I'm a grown ass man, this kid a teen

you're a spoof of me like if hip hop did a scream

Audi coupe looking good so I went and copped it

got that TT poppin' like a trending topic

my ride is matt black

my pride is that jack

it might get ya dog shot, even a cat smacked

anyway though, styles don't apply to me

Jeff Goldblum couldn't be more fly to me

shorty say right after the suck f-ck proof

you hit it on the head girl, duck duck goose

you shoulda got the message that I chuck up deuce

break em off and leave it

you seen my f-cked up tooth

it's f-cka bitch, there's more fish in the aquarium

I rarely hear no, like when n-ggas ask you to marry them

there's no lights in the place you buy your jewelry from

funeral fab, I'm just here to bury them

[Joe Budden]

Reporting live from the beacon

booth tired from the beatin

had foreplay all day

prepin' the beatin' the mic for a threesome

with my vocal's bi-coastal, speakin til their eyes totaled

Mr wi-fi, out a franchise go to

magic, standby local's

watch the track bust once I show my dick size to the pro-tools

I teach you how to have models screaming get behind me

e-pills and maybach's aint gon matter if your tip is tiny

nevermind me, we could get knee deep in the beef

seek me with the heat but you'll need more to keep me on a leash

here's a cc for the peeps that wanna see me in the streets

invest in Rockports and be easy on your feet

give a few hammers, a few semi's and a few snubs to a few crips,

couple vampire's and true bloods

gambling in casino's, have a hundred handing me my c-notes

the modern day gambino

I'm careful every step I take

you the n-gga walk up in a shootout with some pepperspray

that'd be the last mistake you ever make

me I chop his head off from a rooftop

and race it downstairs just to see if I can catch his fade

like groceries when I'm shooting at fags

make sure the breads separated and put the fruits in a bag

withstand the hatred

dudes is falling off doing all they can to save it

but everybodys run stops ask Brandon Jacobs

what y'all call swag to me is all faggotry

fours want blatt at me that'd equal more casualties

Abort the strategy

or get attacked with that Duracell they put in your back

now thats assault and battery

you can keep the b-tching to yourself

there's beams on every burner

these lasers, a petition wouldn't help!

what good is having shooters if they the type that miss?

where I'm from, better be careful when you drive that whip

N-ggas put they life at risk for pies that flip

in my town Ben Affleck wouldnt try that sh-t

and if he did he'd get turned around burnt down

tell 'em new jacks it'll be a while fore they eligible to earn the crown

[Lloyd Banks]

Acid out the baggie

this is more than dope

flawless flow

f-cking off a sign every horoscope to wore my robes

strappin up the corner cold, critical

unquestioned, my opponents know

I shoot like capono, watch me own the show

chromatose, toasted, getting money while I roam the coast

stones and boats, mansions, homes, and hopes

I deserve 'em both, overdose

time to earn my votes, watch me turn the volts

voltage through a hater, this electric chair, danger

yeah, I see ya

now make way fore it turn to diarrhea

hear a microphone will give you 3 of everything I wear yeah

models by the pair, swear, bottles, private Lear, steer

style thats outta here, rare, thousands by the chair, square

sleep with me, you came here, war with me is scary

get beat silly tryna lamp here, better bring your theory heat

I got a drop damp here, n-ggas try me barely

No one breathes, I need an ants ear, precious necessary

got my mind on the cheddar kill my haters together

bury em in abundance and starve there family's stomach's

paper come in my thumbage, brand new fifties and hundreds

On point, just like the drum is

I'm warning them baby mothers

got the hunger of a broke rapper

kill you while I'm rollin up then smoke after

catch you at your show, snatch ya, empty out the dough faster

Bentley off the scene, magnum Mo splasher, four packer

southside n-gga spittin coke at ya!

[Royce Da 5'9"]

This is for the fronters and the naysayers

I'm about to scare away the drummers and the bass players

they say I'm out of my league on this one

so when I get done I want you to cut your f-ckin ears off, Twitpic 'em!

Lord, I want you to leave this vicinity

you gon be around here bout long as Justin Bieber's virginity

this is Jesus identity, mixed with weed

Hennessey, kennedy, king

mixed with a kill or be killed, killer regime

ill as you seen, switch

Y'all write all that hard sh-t then you fall right off, it's horrible

my oracle is all I offer, so before I borrow

you won't be here tomorrow flow

sorry, I will probably Adios my body with somebody toast

this sh-t just practice

sickest rapping Baptist

kill your pastor, steal your chapstick

after that make you kiss a cactus

then, take your hoe, make the hoe give the whole clique fellatio

everyone, that wasn't the whole entourage on HBO

Then after that, I tell her, I can't do much with you, shawty!

I just found out I could fly to Dubai and hire buffy the body!

dont call us if the bitches ain't flawless

if they are then we can hang like Aretha Franklin bra-less

the drunk me can box like the sober you

the sober me be more nervous than Waka Flocka in the voting booth

we beef like being deep and dumping K's

you beef like Lady Gaga and her stylist

y'all get together to look good in front of a bunch of gays

my feng shui is a pump in the desert

you'll come up shorter than an Asian jumping out of a trunk in the desert

while my wolfpack looks for strippers and cocaine

n-ggas snitching, it's a shame

we call em male tattlers

fiends touching they noses more than URL battlers

it's hard to spit saliva when you spit fire

so I'll just pour sugar in your gas tank

put a banana in your tailpipe

ah ha, so the car can fit the driver