MOBO 2004 Best Hip Hop Nominee Lyrics G-Unit, Jay-Z, Kanye West, Outkast, Twista G UNIT – ‘Beg For Mercy’ Gangsta Shit You think you a killer but we gon just pay 'em a visit, Put the potato in the barrel so nobody hear it I keep a holster on my shoulder like I'm John Wayne, Shooting these niggas lights out like Lebron James Holla my name, gimme a reason to see you bleeding After you feel these hollow tips, nigga, then we eating Full of anger until there's no more bullets in the chamber Ain't nothing like when you get popped and don't know who to blame-a Nigga told me, "Do your dirt all by your lonely" So I go hit them niggas 'fore 50 couldn't even hold me I'm waiting, anticipating to put a nigga under Smoking like we some Jamaicans fucking with this ganja Ride with no hesitation, retaliation is a must Bad as I want to, some shit I just don't discuss So point him out and watch how I knock him off Everywhere you bitches go, I got a nigga watching ya'll, motherfuckers! Poppin’ Them Thangs Now you could find me with the finest hoes. Choosin’ which whip to drive by what match my clothes. I got a fetish for the stones, heavy on the ice man If I ain’t gotta pistol on me, sure I gotta knife man Get outta line and I’m lightin’ your ass up. Semi-automatic spray, I’ll tighten your ass up (What) G-Unit Come with me but dont run and die where your standin' See im holdin' on this cannon and your life i'm demandin' Put the pipe to your melon and your brains on the pavement KANYE WEST LYRICS – ‘College Dropout’ (2004) Tracks using ‘Ni***r’: We Don't Care, All Falls Down, Get Em High, Jesus Walks, Never Let Me Down, Breathe In Breathe Out, School Spirit, Last Call JAY-Z LYRICS - The Black Album "Threat" I'm so sin-surr, And I, nigga I'll kill ya, I'll chop ya up, Put ya inside the mattress like drug money nigga Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya, Am I frightenin ya? Shall I continue? I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song, I let it hum to ya, the other one sing along Now it's a duet, and you wet, when you check out, the technique from the 2 tecs and I don't need two lips Yeah I'm threatening ya, YEAH I'm threatening ya! Who you thank you dealin with? They call me Chris, nigga I been makin threats, since I been in kindergarten nigga! When the gun is tucked, untucked, nigga you dies, like numchuks held by the Jet L-I I'm especially Joe Pesci with a grin, I will kill you, commit suicide, and kill you again Whattup? Motherfucker I keep three motherfuckers what? Nigga I'll throw a Molotov cocktail through your momma's momma's house "Allure" The allure of breakin the law, Is always too much for me to ever ignore I gotta thing for them big body Benzes, it dulls my senses "Lucifer" Lucifer Lucifer, dawn of de morning... (I'm from the murder capital, where we murder for capital) Lord forgive him, He got them dark forces in him, But he also got a rightous cause for sinnin Them a murder me so i gotta murder them first, Emergency doctors performin procedures JesusI ain't tryin to be facetious, But "Vengance is mine" said the Lord, You said it better than all Leave niggas on deaths door, Breathin off res-por-rators, for killin my best boy, HATERS "Encore" When I come back like Jordan, wearin the 4-5, It ain't to play games witchu, It's to aim at you, probably maim you, If I owe you I'm blowin you to smithereeens Cocksucker take one for your team Twista Lyrics – ‘Kamikaze’ Kill Us All I feel like standing in the midst of a hundred thousand haters, Dynamite and C-4 strapped around the waist bloody tears In my eyes, hit the switch, making sure any mother fucka in tha vicinity Blow away and die, Kill'em off with an explosion Get up bitches, Kamikaze on you hoes I'm the sacrificial lamb, Feelin the fury flow out of every follicle in my body While you decompose Die with a blunt of dro in yo hand, Fuckin wit me is a bigger gamble then a pack of dice I'll murder you and come at you again in the after life My brother you cant bring harm wit guns I'm Armed wit bombs fuck all that shit you carry I got Yo obituary a muthafuckin phenomenon-cause I'mma come Till they put all of us in a cemetery Pimp On Lyrics (feat. 8 Ball, Bishop Don Magic Juan, Too $hort) You a hoe need a pimp, I'm the one you supposed to call Shit talker, somebody's daughter she my street walker She call me daddy, she a hoe so that's what I call her Or big toed, hard-head ass hoe The rougher I treat her she love a nigga even mo' Brush my hair, manicure and do my toes Knock bitches from them niggaz who act like hoes Asked your little sister, "Girl, why you wanna be a hoe?" She got turned out, like Red Riding Hood goin to Grandma's house, now she lookin real good while the Big Bad Wolf tryna eat her out Pay up, the cash is what we be about Drinks Lyrics (feat. Highbeam) I know you heard the terms chicks are like cars, Well I treat bitches like drinks, When I step in the club and buy out tha bar, So let me quench my thirst wit you and a friend Instead of the juice and gin, Why don't I pour out the drink and you hop in, Glass full of ass for a true mutha fucka, Higher Lyrics (feat. Ludacris, Wildstyle) I still hear a fool and I track them, distract them, and whack them Jack a nigga for the day to days and I yak them, attack them, and sack them Get a weapon and I crack his brain cause I'm a hustler, baller, pro And it wouldn't be right for me to be around busters, and crawlers, and hoes But I'm a pimp at night, so talk shit and I'm a lift them up off of they toes With a street sweeper regulating quarters, and ki's, and o's In a two-seater, Ludacris and Twista with bags of dro, Smoking, choking, get them open, croaking Like A 24 Lyrics (feat. T.I. & Liffy Stokes) Feel I wanna jack dat ass wanna bump and get that ho get tha hoe Baby I jus got some 24s and I love to watch em spin (spin) So let me see you make dat ass roll like my rims Spinnin like omega jones, Pop dat booty fo my squad Work dat booty tho it hard When pimpin step up in tha house put ya bitch up, I got a remi bottle instead of a pimp cup It shine like a summer day when my wrist up, She wanna wave now cuz my nigga Twista Dissed her then bounced wit her sista, I tell her keep her head down and her hips up You can keep dat pussy imma tear dem pretty lips up, Let dat ass roll like 24s on a big truck And ya g-string let it bounce when da beat bang, Make it drop like dem cars in a g-thang Pull up ya skirt and work it like da hook keep sangin Outkast - Speakerboxxx Tracks using ‘Ni***r’: Unhappy, The Way You Move "Bust" (feat. Killer Mike) I serve whipped, out of whips, whip out cash, Usually keep a G packed under the dash Try to test my gangsta, I bring harm, I'm as slick as Freeway Rick and Nicholas Barnes My uptown Nikes hold caps and cheddar, My waistline hold a 4-pound Baretta I'll shoe lace your face just to learn you better "Tomb Of The Boom" (feat. Konkrete, Big Gipp, Ludacris) Ludacris, yeah I keep a glock in case you like to leak alot Meanwhile, crank the volume knob up on my Speakerboxxx Get the fuck on the ground Is just a phase you might hear strolling through the A-Town They don't believe I will stab them in the abdomen From College Park, Georgia to College Park, Maryland So put your fist up boy, you wanna romp You can Bankhead Bounce or get Eastside Stomped "Flip Flop Rock" (feat. Killer Mike, Jay-Z) Because I might just SNAP on a FUCK-ass nigga Might clap a cap at a sucka-ass nigga In the meantime, Daddy Fatsacks gon' chill out He might just, pull out his pistol Really don't matter though what you niggaz chatter though Anybody get out of line then you trust that the mac'll go b-r-r-r-r-ap, got you killed for that alone .