Worth Tha Weight Album

Artist(s): Shawnna

Tracklist

My Chicago, Part 1

length: 1:04

...i be that b**** in that all black tinted out el dorado, ain't nobody f*****' 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 f*****' 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 b**** gon' do, cuz' if she poppin' with her fam, they can get some too, i know you heard about them b****** from the gold and the gutta, f*** a sack chaser, mami got that dro' and that b***a', 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 n***** in the breeze, standin' at my door, i'm like one, two, three, reachin' at my four, cuz' if i sque-sque-squeeze, n**** that's how it go....that's all we got fo' that one...

Let's Go

length: 4:16
producer: Just Blaze
[Intro]
Ah! Oh! Yeah! Shawnna! Oooohhhh!
Just blaaaze!

[Chorus]
What'chu tricking pal
When I roll with a ball in light (come on!)
So you heard of my superstar..?
You wanna.. Call 'em like.. I!
Let's go..

[Verse 1]
Ya'll knew who to break
When I put up to da club at 11 in my quarter to eight
Shutta!
They all wanted to break because more beats the purseor the shoes and the gun on my waist nudda!
Ya'll know what it is..When you see 'em lil' ex pills droppin' in a body with faith..OHH!
Let me goal you a shot
What'chu get at all hot yea' lick it if you know you are not - wooah!
Who keeps the party jumpin'
The ballers pumpin'
The buttons bumpin' ..?
Me!
Base bumpin' the bars all typ-es of guards will yall packer we damage come suppin' (tschi!)
Why you niggas gettin' cheap in da club
You see my girls gettin' deep in da club
Shall We go?
BAM! Bottles better two in da club
We 'bout to send them to ya crew in da club
jealous
OKAAAAAAY!

[Chorus]
What'chu tricking pal
When I roll with a ball in light (come on!)
So you heard of my superstar..?
You wanna.. Call 'em like.. I!
Let's go..

What'chu tricking pal
When I roll with a ball in light (come on!)
So you heard of my superstar..?
but if you try get it on then I gotta get it gone!
just do it..

[Verse 2]
I ain't really got a speak on it
Shawnna get up in the dawn
Make 'em wanna put a leash on it
Take it home put the beast on it
But if you wanna get it on
Then I gotta get a piece on it!
Young Breezi known for the cups full freezi
keep it shit
all for the heezi believe me
shut it won't know can u freak me?!
shut it won't note till u eat me;
I'ma... Gangstas gangsta drop on a stream
you they wanna sceam any rule up in my jeans-side..
Take ya paper
dumb!
Put da beam
I ain't for the game nigga say u nut' what I mean why...
I keeps that party jumpin'
I feel like startin' something
Swills shoes and bottles dumbin'
what'chya don't like
where your money nigga?!
OKAAAAY!

[Chorus]
What'chu tricking pal
When I roll with a ball in light (come on!)
So you heard of my superstar..?
You wanna.. Call 'em like.. I!
Let's go..

What'chu tricking pal
When I roll with a ball in light (come on!)
So you heard of my superstar..?
but if you try get it on then I gotta get it gone!

[Pause]
My bitches run this motherfucker!
HEEEEELL YEEEAH!
So do my bitches run this motherfucker
HEEEELL YEEEEAH!!
So do my niggas run this motherfucker
NOOOT TOOONIIIGHT
So do my niggas run this motherfucker
NOOOOOT TOOONIIIGHT
LET'S GO!!!

[Verse 3]
Now u heard of my black star
I don't love a nigga like swear in jet squal
Big Jagga got earl in this black bar
Black furchinchilla perved on da left floor
Maybe you ain't never heard what I got (oh!)
U ain't never seen a girl with the chop ball
Big Jagga let 'em swear when I stop gore
Go get em got work in da black doll
And we slipping and make u sing in da club
with da snup (oh) see who' gone come home with me
And it mean got the bomb on fifty
When I trick we can slide dip nigga put your gun on ifty!
what'chu know about poppin the pearls
Ngga L six-teen in the freak-shit got me ideal
Got em out like 'Shawnna you' ill!'
We ain't had a real bitch on the team since fox fisdile
OKAAAAY!

[Chorus 2x]
What'chu tricking pal
When I roll with a ball in light (come on!)
So you heard of my superstar..?
You wanna.. Call 'em like.. I!
Let's go..

What'chu tricking pal
When I roll with a ball in light (come on!)
So you heard of my superstar..?
but if you try get it on then I gotta get it gone!

R.P.M.

length: 4:36
[Shawnna]
Shawnna kick hot **** for *****es 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 *****z run up on your set with the tech' out
Leave you wet with you chest out
Killer *****z realer *****z have a ***** fill a never realer *****
Drill a ***** ****in with a villain never spill a *****
**** that! ***** bust back, we in the 'Llac
Me and my *****es all strapped
Puffin the sack and we be sippin on 'gnac
Fittin to react, and pop a ***** for them stacks (OOH-OOOH!)
*****z I'm with they put the fifth to your whole melon
Now with the murderers are known felons
I gotta pop a ***** drop a ***** rock a ***** shock a *****
Lock a ***** **** a *****, cop the floppin *****
Roll for my *****es 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
************s from the Chi like to put it yo' eye if it's on *****
Put it straight to yo' dome heads
Now you ****in with them gangsters, ballers, hoes, hustlers
Bangers - *****z that with them real ************s 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 ***** want to 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 **** 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 *****z that ain't hoes; if they have to
they will steal a ***** touch a ***** check a ***** cut a *****
Pull the trigger bust a *****, yellow ************ *****
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 **** 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 *****z 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' **********in shirt off
Dealers get your work off; you want to party
full of hustle *****z killer *****z gangsta *****z chill *****z
Baller *****z thug *****z player haters real *****z

[Chorus]

[Shawnna]
I'ma kick hot **** for *****es up in the industry tryin to compete me
I'm from the hood South side, West side
where *****z'll put a **********in slug in my enemy
Motown, Pucketown, do or die
The difference between a **********in thug and a gangsta
One's thug in a chamber
Get a ***** stick a ***** put him in a ditch and then forget a *****
Hit a ***** puck a ***** little with the rocker *****
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
**** a ***** bust a ***** Shawnna never love a *****
Chi about to show the ************s how to rush a *****
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]

Money Mike (skit)

length: 0:14
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...

Shake That Shit

length: 3:56
[Chorus - Ludacris & (Shawnna)]
Maannn, these *****es is awfully nasty
And these *****es keep walking past me
Either way, I'm a pimp for today
Put your bootie in the way and shake that ****!
(Now these *****z is bout they bank)
(And these *****z keep buying dranks)
(Lips creep from my body on your lips)
(Get it closer to the tip and shake that ****!)

[Verse 1 - Shawnna]
S-H-A to the W double N-A
Real ***** 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 ***** wait your turn!
Sac full of yum I'm a make that burn
why'all can't smoke none anyway
Wild ones, walk wit a ***** 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 ***** 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]
see-H-I to the see-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 why'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 why'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 *****es, 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

U Crazy

length: 3:54

Weight a Minute

length: 4:19
Shawnna, TrackBoyz, Def Jam

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 ***** 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 *****z finna fight
And now they on they monkey bone missin' in my flow
But yo I know you heard about the *****z from the go
Roll up anotha be 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 Coniac
Weight a minute, weight a minute
Weight a minute, weight a minute
I'm at the club where the V.I.P
Stupid *****z at the door tryin' to say they want to see I.D
Weight a minute, weight a minute
Weight a minute, weight a minute

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 want to see a ***** 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 want to 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 ***** 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 ***** to make it happen ***** here it go
Weight a minute uh

[Chorus]

You get posted up in the club wit a white tee
A hood ***** keep a fitted and some Nikes
You know the steez want to pull a ***** like me
And take me home try to turn we into wifey
But I ain't wit it gotta show a ***** 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 ***** Weezy Wee and Deucie D
Now let my *****es 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 want to 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 *****z always tryin' to ****
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 can't, check yaself or get ya fitted yanked
Weight a minute, weight a minute
Weight a minute, weight a minute

My Chicago, Part 2

length: 1:24

What Can I Do

length: 3:26
producer: Kanye West
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 [Repeat: x 2]

Damn... I'm ****ed 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 ***** if she want to get frisky
*****z want to get up on the fifth lets go!
*****z want to get up on a O lets roll
*****z got da 50s of da dro and they swole

Put it in da Swisher finna smoke it like whoa
Don't 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]
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

[Shawnna]
Ain't goin' front like I don't smoke huff
that's prob' why a motha****a throw so rough
I drink dark liquor so I think I'm tough

Posted (remix)

length: 4:18

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 niggas 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 niggas 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 'cause my joint beat in the club
For them niggas 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, niggas 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 niggas sippin' Remy and Guiness
All my real mo'fuccaz in the game gone feel this
It's called...
Repeat Chorus 2X

So Real So Right

length: 3:52

Verse 1
Papi just let me say oohh, I got a feeling in my back bone
Grinding my body, can I get it with the track on
Ah shit he got the fitted with the black on, black looking killer, by the way thats how I like em
Its a party in the hood and they say its tight, and that head right, bet we there every night
I got my fitted on (check)
Got my dickies (check)
Got my itchy for them niggas tryna get me home (check)
Got my butter right, got the hummer tied (check)
Got that lumber to jump up and take another flight (check)
So what you wanna do, it could be me or you
Or we could play like nothing popping and just keep it cool
We went from hardly speaking, and hardly sleeping, im oddly thinking that he got my body reaching
For places that I never seen before, and by the way I got something for you to see me boy
Chorus
So real so right, wanna get with you tonight, I wanna feel good, feel right, making love to you all night, shawty so fly, baby you stay on my mind, wanna get with you tonight, ritee
Verse 2
Im getting drunk with my bitches, and then he hit me up
He wanna know whats the business, can he come and pick me up
Im looking good as hell and got a babysitter
I see you later yall, im crazy bout this nigga
And dey it ain't really feeling him, yo they be really killing him, illing him, and grilling him
But yo Im silly digging him
And I be going so on and on and, cause he keep me moaning from night to morning
Calling your phone when im knowing you ain't home, sorry
But baby I dont wanna be alone shawty, get at me just as soon as you get in
Pumping janet in the background and im sipping hen
With some nice little something with straps on my legs
Can you blind fold, tie me to the strap on the bed, let my legs spread stretch em to the back of my head, is you playing boy maybe you forgot what I said, can you dig?
Chorus
So real so right, wanna get with you tonight, I wanna feel good, feel right, making love to you all night, shawty so fly, baby you stay on my mind, wanna get with you tonight, ritee
Verse 3
And everytime I see, I wanna be all up on him, and I want him all up in me
And when I move through the city, I want him rolling with me
I can't explain how he feel and how his body fit me
We stick together whatever like its bobby and whitney, thats through the thick and thin
Soaking and stick it in, joking and kicking it, smoking and stick it --, I swear to god though
I been feeling shawty from the start though, fuck around and got me for my heart though
But im good with it, cause he keep it hood with it, and he ain't afraid to beat it up like he should with it, got the chevy pulled in it, and I love when we ride, throw them thangs up shawty, put yo guns in the sky, I be down for my nigga like im down for my team, stay around for my nigga
While he down for the beam, we just keep it trill, we dont need no child or no ring, for the time being , got me going wild on some things naa mean
Chorus
So real so right, wanna get with you tonight, I wanna feel good, feel right, making love to you all night, shawty so fly, baby you stay on my mind, wanna get with you tonight, ritee

Dude (skit)

length: 1:59
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

I want a dude with the wickedest slam,
I need a one, two, three hour 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 hour man
I want a dude who will do me in his van,
A thug that can handle his biz like a man

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

I want a dude with the wickedest slam,
I need a one, two, three hour 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 hour man
I want a dude who will do me in his van,
A thug that can handle his biz like a 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 definitely wanna keep
Har ex bwoyfriend use to come and drop asleep
Dat's why when mi pager start beep she seh Beenie

I want a dude with the wickedest slam,
I need a one, two, three hour 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 hour man
I want a dude who will do me in his van,
A thug that can handle his biz like a 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 mark mi word
I'm not a perv but mi mek she serv,
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

I want a dude with the wickedest slam,
I need a one, two, three hour 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 hour man
I want a dude who will do me in his van,
A thug that can handle his biz like a man

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

I want a dude with the wickedest slam,
I need a one, two, three hour 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 hour man
I want a dude who will do me in his van,
A thug that can handle his biz like a 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

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 his van,
A thug that can handle his biz like a man

Kick This One

length: 2:22
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
that's 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
ain't 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 ****

[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 ***** 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 truly a mistake
So she picked the mircophone up, and I took me a shot
And before I turned around that ***** 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 *****z get down
So Hip-Hopper (Hip-Hoppers) from all around
Look what the **** 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 *****z

Super Freak

length: 4:14
[Intro]
See...
I want to get next to you, freak ya body
Sexy baby, ooh wee, aah
My super freak
I want to 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 ***** but I don't **** 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 want to get next to you, freak ya body
My Sexy baby, ooh wee, aah
My super freak
I want to 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 ***** 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 want to 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

Turn It Up

length: 3:50

Block Reincarnated (remix)

Camis Solo

length: 0:41

Dude (The remix)

length: 4:34
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

I want a dude with the wickedest slam,
I need a one, two, three hour 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 hour man
I want a dude who will do me in his van,
A thug that can handle his biz like a man

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

I want a dude with the wickedest slam,
I need a one, two, three hour 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 hour man
I want a dude who will do me in his van,
A thug that can handle his biz like a 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 definitely wanna keep
Har ex bwoyfriend use to come and drop asleep
Dat's why when mi pager start beep she seh Beenie

I want a dude with the wickedest slam,
I need a one, two, three hour 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 hour man
I want a dude who will do me in his van,
A thug that can handle his biz like a 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 mark mi word
I'm not a perv but mi mek she serv,
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

I want a dude with the wickedest slam,
I need a one, two, three hour 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 hour man
I want a dude who will do me in his van,
A thug that can handle his biz like a man

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

I want a dude with the wickedest slam,
I need a one, two, three hour 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 hour man
I want a dude who will do me in his van,
A thug that can handle his biz like a 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

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 his van,
A thug that can handle his biz like a man