Shawnna Album

...i be that bitch in that all black tinted out el dorado, ain't nobody fuckin' wit me, it's my chicago, when you see me in the club mean-mug your bottle, that's that remy to your face kid gully soprano, ain't nobody fuckin' with the weed like i do, and i'm probably sippin' remy and that hypno too, and i'm kinda tired of hearin' what this bitch gon' do, cuz' if she poppin' with her fam, they can get some too, i know you heard about them bitches from the gold and the gutta, fuck a sack chaser, mami got that dro' and that butta', papi hit me for the low, i'm out in philly wit' tutter, where the sticky be so fine, make you talk wit' a studda', like pusha, pusha please can i get one mo', it's four niggas in the breeze, standin' at my door, i'm like one, two, three, reachin' at my four, cuz' if i sque-sque-squeeze, nigga that's how it go....that's all we got fo' that one...

[No lyrics]

[Shawnna]
Shawnna kick hot shit for bitches that got they baby daddies locked
in the pen' gone; fittin to rock cause he did wrong
Run up on the cops and he hit 'em with the glock with his wig gone
Sellin rock on the big phone
In the projects niggaz run up on your set with the tech' out
Leave you wet with you chest out
Killer niggaz realer niggaz have a nigga fill a never realer nigga
Drill a nigga fuckin with a villian never spill a nigga
Fuck that! Nigga bust back, we in the 'Llac
Me and my bitches all strapped
Puffin the sack and we be sippin on 'gnac
Fittin to react, and pop a nigga for them stacks (OOH-OOOH!)
Niggaz I'm with they put the fifth to your whole melon
Now with the murderers are known felons
I gotta pop a nigga drop a nigga rock a nigga shock a nigga
Lock a nigga fuck a nigga, cop the floppin nigga
Roll for my bitches that be droppin in the strip clubs
Tryin get 'em a lil' somethin
If you gotta take it off, take it off like a boss for the big ones
Then you get you a big gun
Motherfuckers from the Chi like to put it yo' eye if it's on bitch
Put it straight to yo' dome heads
Now you fuckin with them gangsters, ballers, hoes, hustlers
Bangers - niggaz that with them real motherfuckers like whoa!

[Chorus 2X: Ludacris]
It's real real - on the block I been up for days
I gotta keep the steel steel - in case a nigga wanna get in the way
So now what's the deal deal? On the street you got nothin to say
So when I see him I'ma get him (WHAT!) drill him (WHAT!)
Fill him fill him (WHAT WHAT!)

[Twista]
Twista kick hot shit for hoes and thugs
in ghettoes and clubs that get crunk; for my homies locked down
to whoever hurtin in the hood and ballers with 22's on big trucks
To my thugs that call over to they mob
And to the hustlers that be servin hydro and cocaine
To my niggaz that ain't hoes; if they have to
they will steal a nigga touch a nigga check a nigga cut a nigga
Pull the trigger bust a nigga, yellow motherfucker nigga
Ready to fill and spill a drink, I'm drunk go and weed it up
And I'm talkin about go like I'm smokin the bone
full of some shit that damn sho' wouldn't seed it up
Got you fillin the hole then go see your body
probably reanimated with all my Legit Ballaz rollin up
Up the streets stuffed the beats
So you see them Navigators, Escalades, Benzes,
Beamers, Excursions - bumpin systems TV's and them 20's spinnin
Mob for them niggaz that done up off them hard times
K-Town, West side, South side
Murder us for the money that's why I'm known to kick a hard rhyme
Whatever set you represent throw it up
If you buck or crunk then take yo' motherfuckin shirt off
Dealers get your work off; you wanna party
full of hustle niggaz killer niggaz gangsta niggaz chill niggaz
Baller niggaz thug niggaz player haters real niggaz

[Chorus]

[Shawnna]
I'ma kick hot shit for bitches up in the industry tryin to compete me
I'm from the hood South side, West side
where niggaz'll put a motherfuckin slug in my enemy
Motown, Pucketown, do or die
The difference between a motherfuckin thug and a gangsta
One's thug in a chamber
Get a nigga stick a nigga put him in a ditch and then forget a nigga
Hit a nigga puck a nigga little with the rocker nigga
Puff that say you love that
We in the 'Llac and put the lemon in the 'gnac
Remy and sacks that got me scummy in the back
Puffin the raps that got me layin out slacks
and it's speakin like, "Wow, that, blunt let me hit the weed"
Cause I been feelin like
fuck a nigga bust a nigga Shawnna never love a nigga
Chi about to show the motherfuckers how to rush a nigga
Crush that put it on momma
On everything I got e'rything for the drama, puff marijuana
To the Shawnna and put it on ya
Flows who you froze in a comma
We so relentless, you know Chi up in the business
Flows in yo' dome in an instance
Hoes and them folks and the Mo's and the ki's and the fo's
and the BD's and lows and the fiends and the hoes and God!

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

Ladies and Gentlemen this is Cat Williams, a.k.a Money Mike.
I have some very bad news, Disturbin' tha Peace will no
longer be called Disturbin' tha Peace. It'll be called Scarin' tha
shit outta you Bullshit Rappers. Ladies and Gentlemen...

[Chorus - Ludacris & (Shawnna)]
Maannn, these bitches is awfully nasty
And these bitches keep walking past me
Either way, I'm a pimp for today
Put your booty in the way and shake that shit!
(Now these niggaz is bout they bank)
(And these niggaz keep buying dranks)
(Lips creep from my body on your lips)
(Get it closer to the tip and shake that shit!)

[Verse 1 - Shawnna]
S-H-A to the W double N-A
Real bitch don't play
Your eyes can't hide what your lips won't say
You're acting like the Dukes of the Fifth won't spray
It's okay, they gon learn
Chi's most wanted bitch wait your turn!
Sac full of yum I'm a make that burn
Y'all can't smoke none anyway
Wild ones, walk wit a bitch through wild slums
Trying to figure out if they're scared of the hips or the chips
Or they really can't talk to a bitch wit wild guns
No games, hat to the side wit low frame
Now I came in this industry killin em
Now they all feeling me, sipping on Henny wit an O and a gram!

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Shawnna]
C-H-I to the C-A, G-O
If you ain't been, don't go
My city's so fast, you react so slow
Your heart might stop and your blood won't flow
(That ain't right) I stomp through the hood
Wit a grand on my feet like that ain't tight
Diamonds on my neck like that ain't bright
I come through and shut down the Saturday Night!
(Hell yeah) You can kiss that and
(Feel there) bring it right back
Don't mess wit the frame if you don't know a thing
Six years in the game, I'm still here
Hold up! They mad cause the streets is sold up!
I'm back on my feet, so watch for the cops, we'll never stop
Just rep for ya block and throw it up!

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Shawnna]
M-I-D to the W-E-S-T
Better yet that's me
Most of y'all chicks gotta impress me
You say you got skills, put 'em up let's see
Show and prove, I hate to really see
What y'all goin through, put on any beat
We could spit it in the street
From the West to the East, or South to the house
Just showing love, go home
The body on the flo' is so grown
What cha gon' do, when you call to ya label
And ya gotta shed a tear, cause you hear ya career's
Been post-poned, back up
Smart mouth bitches, get slapped up
Take it to the trap, get clapped up
Put it in ya brain that the female game, been wrapped up

[Chorus x2]

[Outro - Shawnna]
Shorty said, shorty said
Shorty said, shorty said
Wait a minute, hold up
Wait a minute, hold up
Hold up, wait a minute
Hold up, now wait a minute
Shorty said, shorty said
Shorty said, shorty said

[No lyrics]

(verse 1)
You know I keep it Dickie down get it to my toe
And when you see me reachin fa that itchy hit da flo'
It me and all my girls and they got us at the door
That queen kickin in do this nigga really know
We push 'em to da side and we make it through the club
They try to show me love, erebody want a hug
And now they tryin to hit me wit the bottles of the bub
But I be rollin sticky shawty hit me wit da dub
And now I got my hands up feelin real tight
We pourin out the Cognac buckin where the light
The dj shout me out and now they want me on the mic
Before I hit the stage I see some niggaz finna fight
And now they on they monkey bone missin in my flow
But yo I know you heard about the niggaz from the go
Roll up anotha B I see 'em slick its on the low
Here come security they tryin to kick us out the door. Oh

(chorus)
Tryin to find out where the party at
Got a couple of them stacks finna mix it wit the Co-ni-ac
Weight a minute, weight a minute
Weight a minute, weight a minute
I'm at the club where the V.I.P
Stupid niggaz at the door tryin to say they wanna see I.D
Weight a minute, weight a minute
Weight a minute, weight a minute

(verse 2)
I'm big balla but I don't drink champagne
White mink to da flo' color cocaine
Gator boots and the belt wit the low frame
Candy coated Monte Carlo wit the upgrain
Weight a minute now they wanna see a bitch ball
I'm iced out from my tittie to my tip toe
We at the bar finna but the whole thang out
And if somebody wanna start we can bang out
I let my chain swang down to my waistline
I won't dance we just move the baseline
And tell a nigga weight a minute 'fore I take mine
'Fore we do you like a victim of a hate crime
Its DTP I know you seen me in the video
If I ain't rappin then I'm scratchin off a serial
I'm bout to get this thang crackin out the sterio
You want a bitch to make it happen nigga here it go
Weight a minute Uh

(chorus)

(verse 3)
You get posted up in the club wit a white tee
A hood nigga keep a fitted and some Nikes
You know the steez wanna pull a bitch like me
And take me home try to turn we into wifey
But I ain't wit it gotta show a nigga who I be
You bought a bottle for the crew, we buyin two or three
Just tryin to show you how we do the thang usually
I holla to my nigga Weezy Wee and Deucie D
Now let my bitches in the club 'fore we shut it down
And matter fact g where I'm from they don't come around
And now they got me on Bicardi and the butta brown
And everybody in the party wanna run around
But I ain't trippin park the Chevy half a mile away
I hit up Tone told her meet me down on Calloway
She got the kind, she got the Remy and the Alize
My head spinnin still bendin what I'm tryin to say
Weight a minute

(chorus)

Now these niggaz always tryin to fuck
Steady grabbin on my butt some think it no but I ain't a slut
Weight a minute, weight a minute
Weight a minute, weight a minute
Now I think I had too many to drink
You tryin to get me but you cant, check yaself or get ya fitted yanked
Weight a minute, weight a minute
Weight a minute, weight a minute

....(check it one, two)yo,yo,yo,yo,yo,yo,yo,yo,yo,yo,yo,yo,yo,yo...
it's rarely i ever need introduction, cocked back the hammer and ram the ???, timbaland's get stompin', i'm sayin' shit is nothin', i ain't gotta be bluffin', ya may not be thumpin', ?dead at your pumpkin?, bitches wanna get a piece of me in the booth, well i'mma show these chickens the meanin' of bein' the truth, and now my niggas got you scooped and almost peed in your boots, and now your pockets gettin' loose...

(intro 2x)
What can I do..
Cause I can't keep from drinkin this yak
And I can't keep from smokin dem sacks
Am I a fool
What can I do..
Cause they be callin me all the time
And I think I'm gonna lose my mind
What can I do

(verse 1)
Damn... I'm fucked up again and I think I'm finna throw my guts up again
But I can't move cause I'm stuck off the Gin and the Henn and Bicardi
and Remy, lets hit the party its in me
And I still got a fifth of sommo whiskey
Tipsy, feelin real shiesty and risky
Bangin a bitch if she wanna get frisky
Niggaz wanna get up on the fifth lets go!
Niggaz wanna get up on a O lets roll
Niggaz got da 50s of da dro and they swole
Put it in da Swisher finna smoke it like whoa
Dont understand me I don't want a Grammy
Just hand me a hand fulla goddamn whammys
Fluffed out and fancy packed where dat Yancy
Now ride bumpin How High in da Camry. Whoa!

(chorus- Missy)
Dude... I stay so high... I can't stop drinkin..
I feel like a fool am I losin my mind Baby Bubba I'm
Dude... I stay so high... I can't stop drinkin..
I feel like a fool am I losin my mind

(verse 2-Shawnna)
Aint gon front like I don't smoke huff
Thats prob' why a muhfucka throw so rough
I drink dark liquor so I think I'm tough
A lot of scared niggaz didnt think I bust
Midwest niggaz do it minked out plush
Six piece wings wit the fruit punch crush
Project niggaz from the hundreds to the low
151 got my stomach on the flo'
Matter fact y'all can't fuck wit da 'Go
Kanye wit da hot track Shawnna wit da flow
Most of y'all bitches can't top what ya know
Signed out fa 16 bars through the door
So act like ya know bitch smackin dem hoes
Smokin a sack packed in a Tahoe
Kids in da back, swig in my lap
Cops on my track so I hid me a strap I'm gone

(chorus)

(verse 3- Missy)
Its Missy and ya know dat, locate me like a Lojack
I'm on ya back like a nap sack
And when I rhyme you betta go back
To da lab goddamn man I'm tighter than a wavecap
Nah muthafucka can I say that
when I'm bouncin on dem 24 babies
They be goin like wa wa wa wa wa wa Man
I be fuckin yo man... and
I already done did dat, y'all chicks betta sit back and relax
Now listen up fa the feedback
Me and Shawnna in da H2 Hummer gettin tan for the summer
I caught real breezy, whack bitches y'all greedy
And if ya don't write ya rhymes then easy
Cause we don't believe that
And me and Shawnna shut it down best believe it

(chorus)

What can I do
What can I do

Shawnna talking]
Posted... aah... mo'fucca...
Posted... ah-ah... mo'fucca...
Posted... haah... mo'fucca...
Posted... c'mon... yo...

[Verse 1]
I ain't dat bitch dat'll be in the club
With niggaz actin' like itz sweet in the club
I'll bust a mo'fucca meat in the club
And bitchez steppin' on my feet in the club
Tryina see who they can freak in the club
A mo'fucca wanna speak in the club
Like a mo'fucca really know me in the club
Got my fitted on, chiefin' on leaf in the club
Look around, gotta see who want pee in the club
See them lame niggaz sippin' Don P in the club
When you smellin' 'gnac, matterfact, we in the club
White tee's and them Air Force, deep in the club
Throwin' up a sign, nigga wha, street in the club
Make yo head nod cuz my joint beat in the club
For them niggaz that'd spend they whole week in the club
And the bitchez dat be drunk and wanna beef in the club
And them hataz that'll see they blood leak in the club
You can't breathe in the club
It's called...

[Chorus]
Posted...
Post in the back, post in the front
Posted up outside, smokin' a blunt
Post in the window, blowin' tha indo
Post with my kinfolk
Post in the cut
Post in the back, post in the front
Posted up outside, smokin' a blunt
Post in the window, blowin' tha indo
Post with my kinfolk
Post in the cut

[Verse 2: NORE]*

Repeat Chorus

[Verse 3]
When I'm posted in the hood, I'ma bang my shit
Only real mo'fuccaz get to hang in the brickz
This fo' all ya'll
All my thug mo'fuccas keepin' weight on dem Kedz
It's called posted, nigga betta act like you know the gutter
Posted, niggaz see the Ac and the peanut butter
Posted, hoody with the black bandanna under
Posted, lookin' through the back for the undercover
Posted, even when I'm flippin' the spots
See the cops on the next block, checkin' my watch
Couple shortiez in the parkin' lot, holdin' them rocks
It's a hood thang nigga, gettin' blown to drop
We all posted, keep it true, neva forget it
Nigga, post up, show them mo'fuccaz the bizness
I'ma post with my niggaz sippin' Remy and Guiness
All my real mo'fuccaz in the game gone feel this
It's called...

Repeat Chorus 2X

[No lyrics]

[No lyrics]

(INTRO) Now kick this one here for me and my city

[Verse 1]
Now I was rocking this party in the hundreds wilding
You know where them killaz get right and rock a party
From Friday to Saturday night
Fifth of remy I'm scum and still hold the mic
I tried to put it down, and say that I'm cool
But they give it back to me and say continue
Thats the thing about hundreds they never give up
On the drug and the music and all that hood stuff
That makes ya life worth hustling for
Projects is the crowd, the crowd that I draw
Never am I fake, and never ever shall I be
Aint a chicken alive that can deal with me
And if you think your the one, that can deal with this
well you a... bets prepare cause I spit that shit

[Chorus]
Kick this one for Southside
Kick this one for the Westside
Now kick this here for me and my city

[Verse 2]
Yo I was chilling in the 50, minding my own
When this braod walked up with a chrome microphone
She said "hey bitch look up, I heard about you
so here a microphone let's see what you can do"

So I took the microphone, and I threw it to the bar
Cause I need no assist when it comes to going hard
When I start to rap, she start to shake
She sort of confront me was truely a mistake
So she picked the mircophone up, and I took me a shot
And before I turned around that bitch was down the block, Now

[Chorus]
Kick this one for oakyell
Now kick this one for the low end
Now kick this one here for me and my city

[Verse 3]
Now when I'm on stage, everyone start choking
Is it what I'm saying, or is it what I'm smoking?
50-50 chane is what I'm blowin
And at the same time DTP got 'em open
If you can get hype, and sort of like loud
Yo Jay Cee kick this one for the crowd
I been to lots of parties, mostly off a pound
And one thing I notice my niggaz get down
So Hip-Hopper (Hip-Hoppers) from all around
Look what the fuck they found

[Chorus]
Kick this one for Chi-Town
Kick this one for the Wild Wild
Now kick this one here for me and my niggaz

[Intro]
See...
I wanna get next to you, freak ya body
Sexy baby, ooh wee, aah
My super freak
I wanna get next to you, freak ya body
Sexy baby, ooh wee, aah

[Verse 1]
I ain't even like them other types
I'm like a thug nigga but I don't fuck with dykes
Call me your undercover lover, I do want you like
We can do it anyway, anyhow, any night, so tight
And you can feel it in your dreams, don't cha
I gotta drug habit for ya like a fiend, won't cha
Anticipate the point to I see ya, put the squeeze on ya
I cop a fifth and take a sip and put the please on ya (ooooh)
You got me thinkin bout you and I'm gone
And I don't smoke no cigarette, but I be in the zone
My fam jokin cause I'm always on the phone
Tellin me to get the business when you get home
You know that... oooh, aaaw
Baby boy I know you feelin it too, bout to do what ever... you, like
Getting lose while we sippin the goose
You got me feelin like...

[Chorus]
My super freak
I wanna get next to you, freak ya body
My Sexy baby, ooh wee, aah
My super freak
I wanna get next to you, freak ya body
My Sexy baby, ooh wee, aah

[Verse 2]
Now the boy got me wide open
The kinda the way he get up close and get my thighs open
You the, uhh uhh, when we start movin
This nigga got me make love with my eyes open
Keepin goin with up and down, back and forth
And the side and around and he askin more
And he tying me down the backboard
And it sound like we tearing down the back wall
And I ain't trying the play your mind shawty
I'm trying get up in ya mind and make you mine shawty
And ask my best frend if you think I'm lying shawty
You got your game right and I think you're fine shawty, for real
And you ain't trippin off my record deal
Or how I'm lookin in my picuters with my sex appeal
We in the Chevy dro'ed out playin “Let's Chill”
I got some orange juice ready for them X pills
Still...

[Chorus]
1x

[Break] (Man)
(Ah come here...) Uh-un...
(Come here...) Uh-un baby...
(Come here...)No baby...
(See...)No baby, no...

[Verse 3]
Now we back to the handcuffin
Bed banging down crazy cause I can't touch him
He got a way he wanna lay me with my legs up, and
A super freak and ooh baby I ain't sayin nothing
I'll be you private dancer watch the way the booty drop
And you can throw that thang back and make the booty pop
And we can get the freak and freakin with the oohcie-waa
I like the way he licky-licky with the juicy pop
And when I get on top...

[Chorus]
2x

[No lyrics]

[No lyrics]

[No lyrics]

[Intro: Beenie Man]
You want a proper fix, call me, you want to get your kicks, call me
You want your G's fixed, call me, mi have the remix, call me
From di odda day It's like a play some bwoy a play
Mi hear di girls callin mi hear di girls bawlin mi hear di girls cryin out
She seh Beenie........

[Chorus: Ms. Thing]
I want a dude with the wickedest slam, I need a one, two, three holla man
I want a dude who will tie me to the fan
A thug that can handle his biz like a man
I want a dude with the wickedest slam, I need a one, two, three holla man
I want a dude who will do me in the van
A thug that can handle his biz like a man

[Verse 1: Beenie Man] + (Ms. Thing)
Gal, if yuh love holla at mi one time (Hey!)
Holla at mi if yuh waan di wickedest wine
I know It's been awhile but baby neva mind
Cause tonight tonight mi a gi yuh di whole nine (Hey!)
Yo! satisfaction a every girl dream
Mi love fi put it on when dem wiggle and scream (Hey!)
Well, mi get a call from sexy Maxine
She left a message pon mi answering machine she seh Beenie...

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Beenie Man]
She waan a man fi put har inna trance
A man who know fi tun har round and mek she belly dance
Rudebwoy lovin wid a little romance
She waan to get wild but she neva had a chance
When, she seh she neva had it so deep
So right now I'm di man she definetly wanna keep
Har ex bwoyfriend use to come and drop asleep
Dat's why when mi pager start beep she seh Beenie.....

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Shawnna]
You know I'm use to sippin that Grey Goose
And pushin the grey coupe I'm fever like trey deuce
Huh, He wanna see me in Prada
But I be stickin to my wife beaters and pretty panties under my dickies
Now! I need a dude with a wickedest legs
And a, we can do this and a, we can do that
Then grind your body down to the floor
When I, I make it hurt till he don't want me no more
Ok, when ya wanna ride with a runner call me
When ya wanna slide in the hummer all day
I'll be in your life be your lover always
Tellin you no lie we together you'll see
Murda, workin that body body
Got to hurt a, jerkin that body body
Shawwna from D.T.P. on the remix
Wine to the beat can't stop I say Beenie what's up?

[Chorus: Ms. Thing]
I want a dude with the wickedest slam, I need a one, two, three holla man
I want a dude who will tie me to the fan, a thug that can handle his biz like a man
I want a dude with the wickedest slam, I need a one, two, three holla man
I want a dude who will do me in the van, a thug that can handle his biz like a man

[Verse 4: Beenie Man]
You heard what she preferred, she waan a man weh mek she fly like a bird
She waan a real man she don't waan nuh nerd
She waan yuh gi har it good ~~~~ mi word
I'm not a perv but mi mek she serve, she waan di rockula well until it curve
Har ex bwoyfriend ain't got di nerve
Have har a wait and she nah get served, so she seh Beenie....

[Chorus]

[Repeat Verse 1]

[Repeat Chorus till end]