DJ Clue.. Desert Storm.. Angie Martinez.. Prodigy..
Live from New York nigga..


Uhh.. uhh.. yo-yo, uhh, yo
They say it ain't where you from that it's where you at
But where I'm from, y'all can tell, don't matter where I'm at
Born and bred in the streets of New York, New York
It's evident in the way that I talk-a-talk
I travel abroad by the Concorde, with a Clue tape (Clue!)
Stop in Sicily and tell 'em they pizza fake
And I keep the faith in the Knicks, them fuckers
And I'm quick to get slick with the lip and word to mother
love a dude with a doo-rag, from where we suffer
from growin up too fast, I'm a rude ass bitch when I need to be
But I'm cool as shit if you real with me, you feelin me?
I never sleep like my city when it's time to get this money
Got game, spot game, so don't act funny (hah hah)
We the block, we the ave, we the Bronx, we Manhattan
From Staten, to Long Island, we make it happen, out in


NEW YORK, NEW YORK
[P] The city, the buildings
[P] The big rotten apple, old timers and children
NEW YORK, NEW YORK
[P] We trendsetters
[P] We gave birth to rap music, y'all niggaz know better
We NEW YORK, NEW YORK
[P] The latest fashion, listen
[P] We get our jewels from the Diamond District
Out in NEW YORK, NEW YORK
[P] The brave, the great
[P] The Eastside nigga, the Empire State


Nigga we gangsta, we dress to kill
We on some real live Mobb shit, pullin up in trucks flossin
The bosses, we scare 'em straight, it's not a game
how we bully shit, you fuck around and get your food ate boy
My razor make your face ke-loid
Then I throw my drink at you (woo!) just to make that shit burn
We make heads turn when we step in
You starin at my piece swingin, it might hypnotize you
Dunn, we never had to tuck our chains
Marquis diamonds all up in your face
We the hood, we the projects, we Brooklyn, we Queens
In the streets, our music is murder, ya heard me?
It's P (yeah) loud and clear, it ain't fair
how I keep droppin that shit that make you look stupid
Me and Angie, got the hottest shit movin on the block right now
Y'all bitches bow down, to..




Yo, we don't negotiate, we move on impulse
You try to insult me and my associates
So that note, we let the guns speak on our behalf
We got dough to keep dirt up off our hands
C'mon, we the M-O-B-B nigga
We the Mobb, who the fuck did you think it was?
Step aside youngbloods when you see New York niggaz come through
Silent murder, that's how we do


Out in NEW YORK, NEW YORK - where they tend to wild out
Who am I? Everything bitches pretend to be about
Angie, yeah baby, you thought it was me
Notoriously, N.Y.C. and y'all can see
I'ma be that chick you remember for life
I got, niggaz sick tryin to make me they wife
I'm in the 5 overdrive as I glide across the bridge
Rockin my sunglasses, signin pictures for the kids
I demolish from Tribeca to Hollis
+Sky's the Limit+ like Chris Wallace - you can't stop it
Comin through respect due cause I'm the people's choice
Stop actin new yo, cause you know I'm the voice of




Big shout to Queens, Brooklawn..
Uptown, the B.X., L.I., Shaolin, Y.O.
Nigga!

Desert Storm, Roc-A-Fella, it's William nigga.. Holla!
Hev. E Components nigga, we built like that!

Yo yo Angie, come downstairs, the pub is open
Hurry up ma! Put your socks, put your slippers on!
C'mon ma hurry! (Alright then, I got it)


Oooohhh Angie..
Ooo-whoaaaa, yeahhh..
Oooh yeah hooooo whoahhhh, ohhh-ye ohhhhh-yeah


Uh, yeah (ooh ooh ooh ooh)
Uh (ooh ooh ooh ooh)
Uh-uh-uh uh-ah uh-ah-uh-ah
I started in Brooklyn, comin up in the game
Everybody has a story mine wasn't the same
Angela, delinquent, I thought I was grown
I went through a lot things way before I was known
See my moms, she never knew I would make it all start
She was through with the bad grades, the late nights in the park
Causin my mom pain, my life was in the dirt
I played hooky all day while she was hard at work
Sorry ma, know it was hard and my pops was a jerk
She packed her shit and got us out of there before it got worse
Moved the fam to Miami in hopes of changin my ways
A big portion of my mind still remained in a daze
It wasn't 'til we came back my life matured
Success would be the only thing that I was fightin for
I was determined to get there, and keep it hot
Since that day my only goal was to reach the top


To every little girl, on every block
That's comin of age tryin to reach the top
I said no matter who you are, you can reach the stars
But never forget, how fragile you are, cause a girl is fragile


It's crazy, when I think back, sometimes I have to cry
Cause when you young, you don't see how life can pass you by
You don't even really care if you gon' starve or not
This go back to ninety-three when I got the job at Hot
I used to answer the phones for Flex, do overnight spurts
Back then, I was like, Hey who knows? It might work
I wasn't satisfied, but it would just begin
Cause in ninety-five, I was every day, six to ten
I put in a lot of work so I could bring in my listeners
I secured a fanbase, although some of them dissed us
I was new at my thang, but I was doin my thang
And I would never let nobody try to ruin my thang
But of course, there were people couldn't stand where I was
Cause although know I'm in, I wasn't made what I was
Through the heat, kept it movin, throw the haters a smile
What would they do if they knew her heart was fragile?




Angela.. (uh-huh) Angela.. (hahahah)
Angela.. (wooh!) Angela.. (uhh, uhh)


Overall, it's a rough business, it could stop even you
There's people that's gonna say things that's not even true
Like the one about me not bein down for my women
And I hated the lesbian rumors that went around for a minute
How bout the one that goes, 'Yeah, she goes with him.
He bought her the car, the ice, the clothes and rims.'
And I'm sure you all heard she caught one dead in the face
It'd been different if she said what she said to my face
As for men, who knows where my story will start
I went through a relationship that nearly tore me apart
So I'm chillin for now, it's all about me for the moment
cause there's things that I wouldn't allow
But I'ma be aight though, keep comin with tight flow
Try to stay on the low while I'm watchin your hype grow
Playin the role like nobody can cramp your style
But I know, like you know, that you're fragile

Wyclef, chillin with Angie
Live at Jimmy's, worldwide baby
Azuuuu-car!


Suavemente, be-sa-me
Angie Martinez, can I get a date on Friday?
Suavemente, just when I thought she'd say yes..
Yo, yo, that's when a kid pulled the tec and the whole crowd parted
Why you fuckin up the party before it gets started?


Yo, yo, yo, yo it's Angie
The way I flip it make you switch your shit to plan B
And I'll be dipped out in the club lookin fancy
And we ain't chillin too tough if you ain't family
You mad at me man please I'm chillin low-key
That's why I got my little hat on
In the V.I.P. where everybody high fash-ion
Gettin they mack on, thirsty fo' satisfaction
And it's, bound to happen like latins goin platinum
Now we, in it lookin for the big peso
And my, song inspired by Elvis Crespo
And we, gettin it started so baby let's go
Nasty boys in the party singin, Dame Webo
Better, make it easy cause we livin suave
Be bout the +Smooth Operators+ like Sade
Coast 2 Coast, New York to Chicago
East L.A.




Funny how times flies when you gettin drunk (uh-huh)
It's three A.M. and we still ain't had enough (uh-huh)
Bout the time when everybody know whassup
See them niggaz pushin up, now you know they wanna (WHAT?)
See the big pop-pas chasin mu-cha-chas
Whylin out, right right, be like ooh-la-la
But they gets na-da, make me laugh ha-ha
Like HA-HA-HA, HA-HA!
They be, silly boys in brand new clothes (uh-ha)
Actin up with nothin, puttin on shows (uh-ha)
At the bar, frontin, strikin up a pose
in cubic zircon's like nobody knows, but
it's okay papi, I won't tell (uh-huh)
If they don't know you might as well
do your thang duh-dah-dah-duh-dah
Pero suave yo!




Suavemente (uh-ha!).. (uh-huh)
Suavemente (uh-ha!).. (uh-huh)
Suavemente

(pa-ra-ra-ra)..
(pa-ra-ra-ra).. geah
(pa-ra-ra-ra).. lets get it goin' now
(pa-ra-ra-ra).. Snoop Dogg, uhh
(pa-ra-ra-ra).. Angie
(pa-ra-ra-ra).. all my ladies and my gents
(pa-ra-ra-ra).. all my players and my pimps
(pa-ra-ra-ra).. uhh, uhh yo..
(pa-ra-ra-ra).. Snoop Dogg!... Yo, uhh


Ladies and gents, players and pimps - gather up
We gon' be poppin' in the bitch until you had enough
Glad at us, mad at us, look at these competitors (c'mon, c'mon)
I set 'em up (uhh, uhh), wet 'em up; Angie's chillin' (shut up!)
Get 'em up off they seat
In the LBC - we throw partys and let the ladies in for free
We get the DPG.. on yo' radio station for the Y2G
Up Close and Personal, West Coast professional (professional!)
Nigga what'chu reppin' for? Dogg what'chu got yo' weapon for?
Bitch nigga get the steppin', smo' (get the steppin')
You besta' back up off'a me
I break you up (break you up), wake you up (wake you up)
Shake you up (shake you up), and take you up (uhh)
On top'a the world, baby girl (girl)
Big Dogg yes y'all in this BI (holla)
I keep it PI for all the people (people), mami's wit' the fine punani's
I'm in the projects, on deck
Baby come find me, and gimmie what I gotta get
I know you feel me now I want you feel this dick
See that's gangsta' shit (gangsta' style)
It taste like E and J brandy sweet, like candy
Baby said she wanna be down wit' a nigga Brandy
Aw fuck wit' yo' man then..


Ladies and gents, players and pimps - gather up
We gon' be poppin' in this bitch until you had enough
Glad at us, mad at us, look at these competitors
I set 'em up, wet 'em up; Angie's chillin' (shut up!)
Get 'em up off they seat
In the NYC - we throw partys and let the ladies in for free
We get the DPG.. on yo' radio station for the Y2G..


It's the big bamboo rollin' (rollin')
Prada purse swollen (swollen)
Ben Franklin foldin', we here to get it goin'
'Bout to bust in the party wit' my people (wit' my people)
Flyin' out West Side in my Zito (Zito!)
And I'm sittin' on chrome, status well known
From a small lot in Brooklyn, I buy this side chrome (okay!)
If you wit' me let me hear ya (aight, aight!)
And if you lift it and you feelin' (aight, aight!)
Cozmos when I toastin'
Crackin' jokes wit' my girls, clown roastin' (how high?)
Fake ballers in the spot high postin'
Get out my air, can't you see my lows are frozen? (we!)
You see niggaz be partyin', checkin' out my body and,
get out outta hand I gotta quarter Terror Squadians
Or DO-double-G'll come and get'cha
Get the picture (who is ya), they'll flip ya (f'real)



East Side.. (aight).. is gettin'.. (aight, aight)
West Side.. (aight).. is gettin'.. (aight, aight)
North Side.. (aight).. is gettin'.. (aight, aight)
Down South.. (aight).. they gettin'.. (aight, aight)
Snoop Dogg.. (aight).. is gettin'.. (aight, aight)
Angie.. (aight).. is gettin'.. (aight, aight)
Everybody.. (aight).. is gettin'.. (aight, aight)
We gettin.. (aight).. y'all gettin'.. (aight, aight)

(pa-ra-ra-ra).. [repeat 18X]

Busta Rhymes and Angie Mar-ti-nez
Sippin on mar-tinis
Check it out now, check it out now, c'mon, c'mon


Now let's take it from the gutter to the fancy shit, c'mon
Make you really wanna do the nasty shit, c'mon
Bounce all night and wave ya hands and shit
Everytime we come through, me and my mans and shit

[A] Let me get my girls, drink a couple grand and shit
[B] Angie, I love the way we form a plan and shit, c'mon
[B] You know we got 'em lovin how we movin 'em crazy
[A] How we put it down you love the way we doin it baby


Yo, lemme talk, shit, prepare for the worst
Oops spit on a verse, she call me like she got the gat in the purse
Niggaz need to rehearse (you)
Lay you on a stretcher like you caught a heart attack in the church
Reverse in the hearse, another body bring me the nurse
Make you react first
Shoot the sound of my bounce, so when you hear my gat burst
Ask(?) me, we floss fancy, me and Angie
Take shit beyond where niggaz really can't see
Flow freakin yo' music together like we nasty
When you pass the L baby, make sure you never pass me
Do whatever we stack cheddar the smart way
Blaze treets and speed down the Pulaski Parkway
In and out of them lanes, you know we whippin all day
Checkin the passenger seat, pettin my baby sharpei (woof)
Loyal like Kemosabe, haters could never really harm me
I rep for my niggaz, you rep for Puerto Rico mami!


Listen up, nigga get on the bus, ride with us
Most high we trust, other than that
Everybody suspect, don't bother come test
Funk Flex blastin with it, I'm masterin it
Linda Carter of the rap game
With gold bangles on my wrists, latin chicks on the map mayn
man the game plan's arran-gin
a house on the hills of the main-land, get on board
Step inside, arrest my eyes, I don't sleep
Confess sometimes I roll deep
Underestimating mine is to not know me
I, analyze, every situation
And I rise to any occasion
And I, stays in, do me mode then I'm
runnin the streets, in do me clothes with a
sweatsuit and a fresh pair of sneakers
In the Benz Coupe, smokin weed or Cohibas..

Corazon, (?) aiy aiy esta Angie Martinez, 'ta Cuban Link y Domingo
Una cosita aiy que te voy a poner para los pie,
a sete bailar, tu ve el berau; va se congio, tigeraso..


Jimmy, Copa Cabana, in Miami, Little Habana
Aiy.. Latin Quarters, la Gran Manzana
We're gonna party hasta por la manjana
Aiy.. Santo Domingo - tomando Mama Guana
Gozando en Columbia, Venezuela y la Bahamas
Aiy.. Costa Rica pero y Ti' Juana
Ven con migo mami, porque te van a robana
Aiy..


Uhh, uhh, uhh, yo yo, yo
Bubble heavy in the club, double Henne' in the cup
Trouble and merengue make you move yo' butt
Got the fella's goin' nuts, girl it's too much
Got me four numbers already, the night's still young
Papi work the room, 'mance 'em like WHAT!
Mami got no shoes, hair done like WHAT!
Me, you - speed through
Yeah, yeah good to meet'cha; how you doin'?
Afraid to be the one baby take it floor
Don't say nuttin' dumb, maybe we could do more!
Cause it's our night and it's okay!
Work hard - okay now we ready to play!
And the J, the I, the M, the M, the Y, the J, the I, the M
At Jimmy's.. at Jimmy's!




Uhh.. creep to yo' block in the black Cadillac
You could go wit' a grey Mac, BRRRA!
Run, duck; son, what the fuck?
See my tattoo, got Pun on my gut
Bag yo' chick; give a nun a million bucks
Curse me out, call me a bum and a slut
Cause I bust quick like a ton in a cut
Then I broke out wit' more guns in a stro'!


Yo, yo..
Ain't nuttin' stoppin' us from droppin'
and rockin' the whole and droppin' us
The lockin' this down, strait up and down
We too hot to miss, we got the shit to make 'em loose it,
they can't refuse it,
cause it ain't nuttin' like hip hop music!
New shit! Took a merengue beat loot it
Exclusive, it died down, this shit stupid!
Who's this? Cuban Link, no te asuste!
Don't mean to drop the bomb, I got the fuse slit




Whoo, whoo.. hey!
Stro' like swellin', smoke everywhere
Dance all sudden, hands in the air
Par in the back, ballers in the rear
Find me 'round there, bottles by the beer, yeah
All right cause it feels real good
And good wood from a nigga in the hood
Ladies - shake it, shake it real girl should
Let it be understood,
that I'm wit' my friends and we ready to go
Connects wit' (?) to Santo Domingo!
And I, won't west 'til I poppin' at the show
Watchin' all my people shoutin' Go, ma, go!
So get it up, get it up (uh-oh, uh-oh!)
Shake it down, shake it down (uh-oh, uh-oh!)
If we havin' big fun (uh-oh, uh-oh!)
If you rep' Big Pun (uh-oh, uh-oh!)
C'mon..




Boriqua, morena; girl I wanna take ya back to Cuba (Cuba)
Habana (Habana), c'mon you pretty mama
Jamaica, Puerto Rico or Santo Domingo
We could take it there!
Yeah, yeah; and put yourself try a player result



.. and put yourself try a player result..
.. and put yourself try a player result..
.. and put yourself try a player result..
.. and put yourself try a player result..

On any day, in the hood
In front of any building, you can find some chicks
And what will they talk about? Niggaz

[A] Yo, yo get the fuck outta here!
[U] Yeah, that fuckin bum motherfucker
[U] Pico and shit from around the corner, that nigga be wildin


Uh-huh, yeah..


I know this player named Ricky, push an 850
Light-skinned, slim, with a head like Sticky
All you gotta do girlfriend is slip a mickie
And in a quickie, Ricky turns into tricky


Aiyyo but what about his man? Cuz named Stan
Run around town in the plush Benz van
Ice all around his Rolex band
but runnin his mouth bout his credit card scams


Yeah jerk that nigga, I heard of that nigga
The crew of quick niggaz wanna murder that nigga, shit
He must be listenin to too much Jigga
Buddy Longdough, he got no figures


Yo, aiyyo I know you know Ralph, up on T (?)
He a Puerto Rican cat, yeah you know he eat out
Walk around town with the weed and heat out
And he loco in the coco, dank weed out


All over the world, niggaz got a story to tell
Is you fly as fuck, or you broke as hell?
What set you claim nigga, is you thug or what?
What set you claim nigga, is it love or what?


Rude bwoy name Brian, nigga stay lyin
Got regular, but he swear it's Hawaiian
Part time dealer, part time client
Smokin up what he should be supplyin


And yo that kid Black, don't know how to act
Wanna keep the Timbs on when he hit it from the back (oop!)
Pullin on my hair, almost loosened up a track
But I like that kid, he can keep comin back!




Everybody back up, back up off the ropes
All you silly niggaz are gonna have to back up
[laughin] We're gonna need all silly niggaz to back up off the ropes!
Move back.. back.. back.. back..

Whoo!


Even though you got no money
Other chicks be actin funny
It don't matter boy cuz I got love for you
(a nice guy that like to fuck alot)
I'm so tired of all these playaz
And I don't mean to be a hater
But I know just what I'm lookin for
(a nice guy that like to fuck alot)


This is for my on the low niggas
Average joe niggas
You know, I'm tallkin plain ol' niggas
Big up, big up all the regular dudes
Appreciate 'em after dealin wit a playa or two
What I'm sayin to you, is all the ice is nice
But a girl get tired of payin the price
See it aint what we eat, it's how we do
I like Mr. Chal, but we can do BBQ
Fuckin wit you, you gon get to my heart
We can chill, crack jokes, smoke a L in the park
And when it come to lovin, you go hard...
Yeah, now that's really what a girl want
And uh, nobody can do me
Like you, so you the one that I'm givin it to
For rich or tore up, I'm in it wit you
For you fake smooth niggas, I'm finished wit you
Beat it




Yo, yo, uh
I shine, you shine
Gotta alotta big things playa that's nice
I don't wanna knock your hustle but I know your kind
And I don't trust ya so I'm lookin for mine
Not tryin to sell me the gathos, not poppin bottles
Not tryin to stick it to models
You know misled bitches, after your riches
Try to throw me in the mix don't even notice a difference
I don't like Coogie sweaters anyway
I like a nigga in a hoodie better anyday
I'm not a chick-en, I'm not to be tricked on
Matter fact you the rea-son
That I, don't wanna get with playaz no more
I wanna low key nigga fo' sho
You don't really gotta be my boyfriend
I'm sayin though...




But I got Cristal ven aqui
Mami, let me buy your love
But I got platinum ven aqui
Mami, let me buy your love



I'm sayin though girl can we talk for a minute though?
I got some things I wanna talk to you about
{Yeah?}
y'know, don't front girl
{What is it, what is it, that you have that I need}
I'm sayin , I got alotta stuff you see the ice
you see the way I'm flossin, aint nobody in this club
flossin like me, they don't got what I got, y'knowhatimsayin?
I got good looks, I got furs
{Right, really, what are you... what are you bringin to me that I need
in my life...}
I'm bringin to you a good lookin nigga wit alotta things man,
aint too many niggas that can offer you alotta things and good looks
at the same time though, y'knowhatimsayin, you smell that...
{Tell you what...}
I got cars...
{You got cars?}
I got houses, I got what you need, what you need?
{But the thing is, the thing is I got a job }
You gotta be out?
{No I gotta job}
Oh you gotta job?
{Right so I have things }
What your job gotta do wit a nigga like me, you won't have to work no more girl
{But I like to work, I like...}
I'm sayin I know you like to work, you can work on me, y'knawmean
{That's really special}
Huh?
{That's really special}
That's real special, I'm a special nigga, I'm sayin I got what you need...
{You are a special nigga, you are a special, special nigga}
I see you sippin all that Mo', what you need, you want some Cristal?
{No I'm good all I... you know... I got a job like I told you so If I really needed
some Cristal I could really just... go to the bar and buy myself a bottle of Cristal
what I'm askin you, is what you, are bringin to the table}
I'm bringin alotta things to the table,
I mean I offered you ice, cars, cribs, whatever you need
and I don't even know you like that but I'm...


But I got platinum ven aqui
Mami, let me buy your love...

[Angie:] What's this?

[Angie & Guy:] Dear Angie
Guy: I know we've been together a long time boo
But I'm writing this letter cus
I really couldn't face you like
It's kinda ill
I gotta a lot things going on right now
And I met somebody too
So I need a little space ma for real


This mothafucka told me that he'd love me for life
He told me he had my back and I would be his fucking wife
He told me no matter what baby everythings gon be ok
And now this mothafucka's leaving and he don't think he gon pay


Think a letta like this gon kill me dude?
Shit you was lucky I was real wit you
Shit you was lucky I was feeling you
Let me tell you what a bitch that's real will do
I remember all the things that we did in my house
Should of never left shit in my house
Get your clothes and your boots and suits nigga get em up out
You would never know what I'm about
When I'm in doubt I walk away like it's the in thing
Follow all my instincts
The henessey in ya blood got ya strong like ginseing
Who the hell you think ya pimpin?
Not me you can go
I don't care what you leaving me for
If you stay you'll be deceiving me more
Let me see what you do when you can't get your feet on the floor
You didn't think that I would even the score
Through the heat of it all
I was there for you
Cared for you
But you never gave the love back
I don't care if you a thug cat
Ain't no mothafucka ever gon treat me like a rugrat
It's niggas like you that make a bitch wanna wil' out
Put a brick through you windshield
I don't care how your fam or your fake ass friends feel
Since day one I've always been real
But you took it for granted damnit
You got me actin foul
Think you a playa international?
Got your bank card know your pin number so I'm cashin now
On some funny shit look who's laughing now
I'ma sell all the jewelry you left behind
Me being deaf, dumb, and blind
Instead of being two steps ahead I was a step behind
Thought you never gonna wreck my mind




I don't care though
You can go now
Pack your shit up
I don't need you


You messed with my mind was the worse thing you ever did
I ain't the one for the wedding ring
Your doing this for your benefit
You degenerate
Stab me in the back like a Benidect
But I blame myself for being blind for the scrub type
Should've knew from the getgo
But it's cool I can live I can learn get wise to my life
It ain't hard for me to let go
I'm a strong ass woman
Ain't no way I'm gonna be depressed
Let a nigga try to wear me down
Now the rain is gone I can see clearly now
Where my mentals at you should fear me now
Look really how
Did you think I wouldn't pay ya back
Your a bitch for the way you act
You want to be in the front while I played the back
And you think that I'm gonna be ok wit that?
That's crazy wack
You ain't never wanna help the team
Did things that I felt were mean
But I let it all go
Never paid it no mind
Even though you tried to fuck with my self-esteem
When you dealt with me you had things that you never had
Niggas knew I was your better half
Now you got a new bitch
Pray to God hope she know about me
And if not I'm gonna tell her ass
Stella had to get her groove back
Nigga move back
Who me I'm just moving on
Mary J. said the best when said that I'm not gon cry
Mothafucka thought you'd knew the song
But I'ma leave it alone
Cus I'm a bigga bitch
Even though another chick'll prolly try to get you fast
He should've died
Keep this in mind
Mothafucka wish I never would've met your ass

Thug love, thug love
All she ever wanted was that thug loooooove
Thug love, thug love
All she ever wanted was that thug, love


Yo, hey yo, uhh
Yo, yo, yo-yo, uhh
Aiyyo I met him at a club, spendin dubs, Mr. Superthug
Pulled up with a group of trucks, everybody knew who he was
I ain't playin the boy was cute, and I'm sayin
we only danced one song but the whole night I was swayin
Mesmorized by his style, could tell he was wild
but he had a touch of class and a million buck smile
Got a thing for a thug and he fit the profile
Thug love, think I'm buggin brother let me know now


Yo.. yeah, uhh
Yo, yo..
What's his name, what's the color of his Range, what's his game?
Was he kickin it like he love his train, full of octane?
Stop playin, know you ain't fall for that
(Yo he's pagin me) Ang' don't even think of callin back
Man I know those cats, him and his click be flowin crack
Up in Prominax(?), stickin them kids, by the laundromat
Pumpin that two-for-five, the rules imply
fuckin with them dudes that's trife, you lose your life


[F] It's a thug love
[A] Searchin for love in the wrong places
[F] A thug love
[A] Lovin them rough with pretty faces
[F] Even though he ain't right for you
[A] Joe I like this dude, I need advice from you
[F] It's a thug love
[A] Searchin for love in the wrong places
[F] A thug love
[A] Lovin them rough with pretty faces
[F] Even though he ain't right for you
[A] Yo yo, uhh, uhh, yo




I just can't explain why women are attracted to danger
A thug and a player look the same in linen but one's packin a banger
I guess it's the anger that be in they eyes
mixed together with a pinch of they sensual side that gets me energized
Fly and confidant, respected and highly dominant
Got me on the rise every time he draw me with compliments
Joey I'm fallin for a thug, should I sacrifice
or let it go brother you never gave me bad advice


It's only right that I let you know which route to go
No doubt fo' sho', once he hits it, he's out the do'
Know I seem like a cock-blocker, but he's not proper
Besides you're my little sis, I gotta watch ya
Gotta stop you from dealin with snakes
You're sealin your fate let alone I feel it's your wake
Eliminate all the wrongs in your life
Don't you fall for them guys, like Pun says, it's all in the eyes




I only speak on what I know, he cheats, he gotta go
You think he ain't gon' creep (not at all)
That's a damn shame, I see you fallin for this man's game
The truth is even if he want it man he can't change
That's the life of a player livin lies like the mayor
Hittin them thighs, be wise and beware
But don't be surprised, one day you'll find a decent guy
Someone that cares and provides a piece of mind


I know you right, but I'm torn inside
I got a jonz for a boy that was born to ride
My only vice(?), saw the guy, leave my momma mortified
It's no surprise, it happens all the time
Got me stressin and I'm comin back for me
Got me, checkin my messages expectin him to call
I need to, let it go need to stay focused
But can't, forget him yo so I remain hopeless

How you say my love in spanish? (Mi amor)
(How you say my love in thug) Can I hit it raw?
In the backseat of my jeep, or maybe on the floor
(Easy papi) Nah mami, teach me more
(Tr'teme especial means treat me special)
I ain't got no time for that now, dame un beso
(Wanna keep a good girl like I told you before)
(Easy papi) Yeah, teach me more


I like fast cars, I love faster chicks
You don't need a small waist, I take ass and tits
Love chicks that deep throat, love bein left alone
on a Sunday afternoon with the remote
Love havin my cake plus eatin it too
Shit, I got cake what the fuck I'm 'posed to do
Like chicks to dress, but I love a good shoe
Sophisticated mama with love for the hood too
Love sexin girls on that boricua shit
Love black girls that's when the Levi's fit
Chicks that play hard to get on that Aaliyah shit
If at first I don't succeed, then believe I split
Can you blame me? Young buck, dirty-ass pops trained me
Moms allowed it, daddy was about it (Bout it)
Game got inherited
Mama said if you find love you better cherish it
Teach me!




I like to slow dance, I like to romance
I like to.. stroll through the park holdin hands
Ask me how my day was, tell me Ma lookin pretty
On Sundays in the cut watchin Sex and the City
Havin long talks and good lovin in the mornin
Walk them dogs when my body is callin
Flesh air force cuts a wound with a line
No stress of course, cause I don't have the time
Like to wine and dine but please hold your liquor, cuz
I'm rollin with ya and I hate a silly nigga
Like 'em rough and rugged, love it when you tug it
You buggin out of line on that thug shit is nothin
Dealt with cats before that I had to train
Dealt with cats that's poor and a cat with fame
One who played basketball and I had more game
So por favor, papi stay in your lane

Girl, you gotta move dem thangz, dem thangz
I wanna see you move dem thangz, dem thangz
In the hood dawg, you know they move dem thangz, dem thangz
Cause ain't a damn thing changed man, they move dem thangz
(yeah, it's my thang)
[A] Yeah, I know how to move it.. (yeah, it's my thang)
[Q] I know how to do it.. (yeah, it's my thang)
[A] I know how to move it man.. (yeah, it's my thang)
[Q] And I know how to do it


Yo, whoo!
Step up in the club like Who up in here?
Linda Carter with the world premier, watch out now!
Shit ain't clear, cause Hova got me open on the Belvedere
Yeah, settin it real good feelin proper
Checkin out the nigga with the Gucci parka, like
Uh-huh, okay, whassup?
It's a luv-a-dub, and it's your world
I'm a choosy girl
but we can dance to the dawn like Lucy Pearl
Cause you got that thang thang
And we can do big thangz, but go, easy
Like I told you before, cause I don't wanna hurt you pah.. huh
And the name is Angela
And ain't too many niggaz that can handle her, it's true




Uhh, since the start of it all
Standin alone, claimin my own, y'know?
Little that, little this
Cop a couple pieces to cover my little wrists
Prayin while they hopin they sayin my shit'll miss
Man listen, it's, my, thang I'm, well connected
Pull dem strings and I'm, not new
On the block for a minute
And I, won't stop 'til I get it, get it
Comin widdit like the Punisher
Gettin all up in your stomach uhh.. huh, my bad
Gettin focused now
Lot of niggaz in the club wanna poke us now
But, back it up baby nice and slow
Cause I roll with a whole lot of G.I. Joe's
In the cut camoflauged with they eyes on me
while I, move, my thang, c'mon




Yo.. I, come through - doin what I do
Niggaz buggin out like, Who the fuck knew?
Same chick from the radio dial
Same one from the summer jam, gettin 'em wild
But now my niggaz it's a new day
BK always like Biggie doin Jui-cy
Iced out like David Blaine
What's it all about baby IT'S, MY, THANG

[A] Yeah, I know how to move it.. (yeah, it's my thang)
[Q] I know how to do it.. (yeah, it's my thang)
[A] I know how to move it man.. (yeah, it's my thang)
[Q] And I know how to do it (yeah, it's my thang)



[A] Yeah, I know how to move it..
[Q] I know how to do it..
[A] I know how to move it man..