Off The Wall (Letra)

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[Keith Murray] You can get it, get it, get it, get it

[Tash]
Dude, what you got on my forty homey?
One two, likwid, likwid, likwid
What you think motherfucker?
Course I do – came down
Fuck it up, uhh, uhh

Chorus:

Get your back up off the wall "get with it"
[Keith Murray] And you can get it, get it, get it, get it
Get your back up off the wall "get with it"
[Keith Murray] And you can get it, get it, get it, yeah

Verse One: Tash

I heard niggaz wanna know who scoops the most hoes
The R&B singers or the niggaz with flows
So what I did was took a poll like Clinton versus Dole
(Cause the flames rappers swingin be out of control)
And the more girls I asked, the more I heard em say
They said they want it raw, silky nigga stay away
Good choice, cuz Rico don’t be losin his voice and no…
[activator spraying sound] to make my hair look moist
Just a sack of palm dale that I got from Dontrell
Cuz this is how I do it but it ain’t Montell
It’s the knight in rusty armor, hardcore rap designer
That be dissin silky niggaz in suits and eyeliner
Cuz look at how you dress, you think you lookin fresh
in your leather vest, wrapped around your puny bird chest
Keep freezin, while I keep easin down the road
Cause Tash’ll scoop your girl no matter what y’all niggaz sold
Gold, or double plat
CaTashTrophe’ll have your girl butt-naked layin flat (which way is that)
Horizontal, while I’m runnin all up in it
To the rap jams, you know, that 99 beats a minute
party shit! The R&B niggaz try to swipe
That’s why they call MC’s to make they remixes hype
But I’m the type of cat to come to your show and boo ya
Black ya, blue ya, then throw my tape to ya

Chorus 2X

Verse Two: J-Ro

Who the hell let the dog out the gate?
Ready or not, here I come to set it straight
Cause it’s a thin line between love and hate
So MC’s bow down and prepare to meet your fate
Cause these (smilin faces) smilin faces sometimes
they wanna backstab and bite my rhymes
But I keep a pack (skin tight) you wanna pen fight?
Just give in, cause you know you’ll never win, right?
It ain’t no sunshine in the midnight hour
A three day shower couldn’t wash away my soul power
(Stop look and listen) That’s the way of the world
I turn cowboys to girls, lions to squirrels
Is it just my imagination, or is my generation
Fascinated by gunplay, and incarceration
Peace to the departed, I get it started like A-B
C, it ain’t nothin like the real thing baby
I’m takin it to the streets, but this version’s much cleaner
(I’m searching for Mary Jane, man have you seen her?)
Yeah, I found love on a two way street
Now I’m bout to roll her up in between these sheets (say what)
This is my message to MC’s to make em quiver
Signed, sealed, delivered

Chorus

Verse Three: Keith Murray

I be tight like fish pussy, so funky niggaz gotta gush me
So dark you can’t overlook me
Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall
I call up Tha Liks and we drunk em all
Heavy or small, you drink, forget it
You ask who is it? I already got your bitch digit
It’s the permanent chiller, occasional iller
Lyrical cap pealer, hype stealer
Savage nigga chiller, microphone fuhreala
skill dealer, stadium thriller, I’ll break in Manila
One of a kind prime time rhyme thriller
Superstar status guerilla, still I
to this day drink Olde English cannot stand Miller
A real hip-hop berzerker
At the surface yeah, you got the right to be nervous
Originality you lack
So take that move back catch a heart attack
Get your back up off the wall

Chorus 4X with variations

Female: (imitating vocal from Nobody Beats the Biz)

Nobody beats Tha Liks (4X)
You know nobody can beat Tha Liks
I know nobody can beat Tha Liks
We rock you on and on
Nobody beats Tha Liks

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Off The Wall (Letra)

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When the world is on your shoulder
Gotta straighten up your act and boogie down
If you can’t hang with the feelin’
Then there ain’t no room for you this part of town
‘Cause we’re the party people night and day
Livin’ crazy that’s the only way

So tonight gotta leave that nine to five upon the shelf
And just enjoy yourself
Groove, let the madness in the music get to you
Life ain’t so bad at all
If you live it off the wall
Life ain’t so bad at all (Live life off the wall)
Live your life off the wall (Live it off the wall)

You can shout out all you want to
‘Cause there ain’t no sin in folks all getting loud
If you take the chance and do it
Then there ain’t no one who’s gonna put you down
‘Cause we’re the party people night and day
Livin’ crazy that’s the only way

So tonight gotta leave that nine to five upon the shelf
And just enjoy yourself
C’mon and groove, and let the madness in the music get to you
Life ain’t so bad at all
If you live it off the wall
Life ain’t so bad at all (Live life off the wall)
Live your life off the wall (Live it off the wall)

Do what you want to do
There ain’t no rules it’s up to you (ain’t no rules it’s all up to you)
It’s time to come alive
And party on right through the night (all right)

Gotta hide your inhibitions
Gotta let that fool loose deep inside your soul
Want to see an exhibition
Better do it now before you get too old
‘Cause we’re the party people night and day
Livin’ crazy that’s the only way

So tonight gotta leave that nine to five upon the shelf
And just enjoy ourselves/yourself
C’mon and groove (yeah) let the madness in the music get to you
Life ain’t so bad at all
If you live it off the wall
Life ain’t so bad at all (live life off the wall)
Live your life off the wall (Live it off the wall)

So tonight gotta leave that nine to five upon the shelf
And just enjoy ourselves/yourself
C’mon and groove (yeah) let the madness in the music get to you
Life ain’t so bad at all
If you live it off the wall
(Repeat to fade)

Off The Wall (Letra)

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Let me ask this question real quick, umm, as far as the smif-n-wessun
And the name change and everything like that; now how did that come
About? how did that evolve into the cocoa brovaz and everything like
That?

That was jealousy, man. that’s all that is, man. (jealousy, man)
Jealousy and ignorance, man.

Yeah
Niggaz got me stressed, man
Oh, just burn a spliff don’t worry about that

[professor x]
In my pink cadi, i have a ?????
Uncle sam arms men to kill in the ‘hood
I make ‘em snap it, test it
My choice of weapon
That smif-n-wessun, mmmmm
Try
Sue me for the namesake
Yo, who’s pimpin’
Yo, who’s pimpin’

I woke up in the morning, what did i see
Unknown faces starin’ down at me
First off with the flee
As fear overpowered me
Cloriphil got me ready to black, i can’t breathe
Niggaz askin’ me who’s smif and who’s wessun
We got you now we’re lookin’ for your partner ‘cause you’re messin’
With the incomin’ currency
And frankly we don’t give a fuck about your privacy
We been watchin’ you for a while now
We know about the calls made back and forth down south
Word of mouth
You had your peoples workin’ out
But i doubt you had ‘em lookin’ out
‘cause we can pick ‘em out
Now we got ‘em listed on our internet systems
Know about the crimes and the names of all their victims
Even got the pinpoint spotter where you hang
You got big dreams comin’ ‘round tryin’ to change things

Let me say
Why they try to suffocate and stifle all of our intentions
They want our suffarations, trial and tribulations, too much to
Mention
Well, tell them that we no ‘fraid
We don’t have a big gate
From every corner, angle, and section
??????????????????not quite far
I see ’99 in crystal ball
Them city-order ducks softly walk

I got suppenoed by the government the other day
I opened it and read it
It said they was suin’
Said i couldn’t move the way that i was movin’
And i couldn’t do the things that i was doin’
Causin’ mass confusion with the name that we was usin’
Said they gun sales was conflictin’ with our music
Sent me multi-paid contracts just to prove it
The trademarks on belt-buckles, shirts, and knives
Ain’t that the most off the wall shit you heard in your life
Probably heard his junior singin’ mr. ripper’s in your area
Feel your heart skip a beat as i’m nearin you
I’m hearin’ ya
Askin’ yo seed, who was me
At the same time you break my classic cd
Run it to the phone callin’ up ?????
I had it up to here with these damn rap neegers
They even got my local boys sayin’ that stuff
I wanna draft my plain data for a million plush

I gotta letter from the corporate the other day
I open and read it
They said they was suin’
Somethin’ about we was causin’ confusion
Wanted me and my son to change the name we was usin’
Had our associates nervous
Soup, try to serve it
Got our investors actin’ real shady tryin’ to jerk us
Got tek ready to break somethin’
I’m chillin’ and stayed pumpin’
Say somethin’
I tell you why the frame won’t even think nothin’

Hell fell
Oh, well
I yell
Swear
We gonna send ‘em all to hell (x2)

[professor x]
So you’re hesitant
Where a brother quest to represent
I sense no hinder, gender, two-faced intent
In fact, cops signed the last government
Contract
Yeah, umm
So where’s your first world war
Now presently on tour
Hardcore
Come on knockin’ at your door
Your revolver took down many of ’90’s lords
Cut to that ad campaign, your gun stores
So they welcome your floor of a tribe called cocoa

Off The Wall (Letra)

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{Eminem}
No matter what people say
I’m gon keep rappin this way
No matter what you may think
I’m gon keep doin my thing

{Eminem}
I’m almost as famous as fat bald men
Decided to write songs to teach Mouseketeers to sing
I stick Britney Spears in a room full of mirrors
So she gets fifty years of bad luck {crash}
Causing terror to Christina Aguilera
When I grab her by the hair and drag her across the Sahara
Beware of this rap terrorist with a therapist
With a hair up his ass like a rabbit crawled in his pants
Gotta have it, I hold Tylenol in his hands
Til it melts in his fuckin palms and dissolves in his glands
{So who is it?} The fool who visit the playground
Wit two biscuits to lay down the school district
Get pistol whipped wit a Mauseburg
Wit a pistol grip and fed pitbulls shit
Sniff glue sticks like I give two shits
If I get too rich, I just get sued

{Redman}
Yo, I leave wit no injure, after I blow four in ya
One handstand on top of yo’ ninja
Crash it, {ERRRR} Doc stir the madness
Til y’all outta work like Tony Atlas
Walkin, cans in the laundry basket
America’s most with the army after us
Fuck flossin, we take what’s yours
A low fifteen like a ace in four
I’m outta work, but Doc laid them off
{Shit, the power’s out} The tape is off
Yo, you targeted from arsonists
Papermate pens filled wit arsenic
I got hoes that don’t know what Prada is
Doc could shape up, touch your barber miss
Betty you wit a bloody blade
I turn rap camps into Crystal Lake
Fuck bitches face is what I’ma do
Cuz that what Withe boy Tano do

{Eminem}
So how is everybody doin tonight?
Hope you’re in the mood to get drunk and scream in a fight
Cuz uh, we gettin down for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if y’all don’t wanna bump to this… Off the Wall!!

{Redman}
Yo, so how is everybody feelin tonight?
Hope you’re in the mood to get rude and ill in a fight
Cuz uh, we gettin down for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if you don’t wanna bump… Off the Wall!!

{Eminem}
No matter what people say
I’m gon keep rappin this way
No matter what you may think
I’m gon keep doin my thing

{Redman}
Yo, you could buy Jaz spittin’, hospital, son admit it
Rip your lips off, kiss my ass wit it
Slap bitches, got Marshall Maths {printin}
Weed, X, and the acid tabs did it
I was happenin wit no rerun
Doc rob the neuro when the heat come
My barrel hang out the Camaro
Aimed at the nose of them hoes it’s hard to breathe from
Flash the gat, your town, bogardin’
Yo’ wallet, your chain the main target
Beef is like cold engine, don’t start it
Bust in the air and hit a airplane pilot
We clowned you, rap surround sounds around you
From ten speed and brown shoe
Doc and Eminem, cock the M & M
Blood flows with 2Pacalypse and them

{Eminem}
It’s like, Funk Doctor meets the punk rocker
Got the drugs stopped inside the lunch box {uhh}
Pop junk like I just got jumped
Popped the trunk and pulled out the shotgun pump
Knock wood, it’s all good, thank God for Vodka
Cuz wit my luck, I’ll probably get shot by a stalker
Probably got a fanatic waitin upstairs in the attic
Wit a automatic callin me up there
My man Stan wit a gat in his hand
Stakin my house out in a tan tinted Sedan
He pull your mouth out til you can’t finish a damn
Ham sandwich, or your can spinach and Spam
Til you gotta sip through a straw, shoplifted a mall
Pictures of me on my mom’s living room wall
Hey ma, maybe I’ll give you a call
Sike you fuckin bitch, suck a dick and two balls
I’m givin you all my job descrip’
Which is a bitch, bitches the priest offered this
Pop more pills than police officers
Arrive at the scene and pull me off of Kim
Teeth off my dick, hands off my balls
But y’all can kiss my ass, pants off and all
Cuz I’m so goddamn off the wall
I might as well as be a painting smashed on the floor

{Redman}
So how is everybody feelin tonight?
Hope you’re in the mood to get rude and ill in a fight
Cuz uh, we gettin down for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if you don’t wanna bump to this… Off the Wall!

{Eminem}
So how’s everybody doin tonight?
Hope you’re in the mood to get drunk and scream in a fight
Cuz uh, we gettin down for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if y’all don’t wanna bump to this… Off the Wall!

{Eminem}
No matter what people say
I’m gon keep rappin this way
No matter what you may think
I’m gon keep doin my thing
No matter what people say
I’m gon keep doin my thing
No matter… oh

Off The Wall (Letra)

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[eminem]
No matter what people say
I’m gon keep rappin’ this way
No matter what you may think
I’m gon keep doin’ my thing

[eminem]
I’m almost as famous as fat bald men
Decided to write songs to teach mouseketeers to sing
I stick britney spears in a room full of mirrors
So she gets fifty years of bad luck [crash]
Causing terror to christina aguilera
When i grab her by the hair and drag her across the sahara
Beware of this rap terrorist with a therapist
With a hair up his ass like a rabbit crawled in his pants
Got a habit of holding tylenol in his hands
Til it melts in his fuckin’ palms and dissolves in his glands
[so who is it?] the fool who visit the playground
Wit’ two biscuits to lay down the school district
Get pistol whipped wit a mauseburg
Wit’ a pistol grip and fed pitbulls shit
Sniff glue sticks like i give two shits
If i get too rich, i just get sued

[redman]
Yo, i leave wit no injure, after i blow four in ya
One handstand on top of yo’ ninja
Crash it, [errrr] doc stir the madness
Til y’all outta work like tony atlas
Walkin’ cans in the laundry basket
America’s most with the army after us
Fuck flossin’ we take what’s yours
A low fifteen like a ace in four
I’m outta work, but doc laid them off
[shit, the power’s out] the tape is off
Yo, you targeted from arsonists
Papermate pens filled wit arsenic
I got hoes that don’t know what prada is
Doc could shape up, touch your barber miss
Betty you wit a bloody blade
I turn rap camps into crystal lake
Fuck bitches face is what i’ma do
Cuz that what white boy tano do

[eminem]
So how is everybody doin’ tonight?
Hope you’re in the mood to get drunk and scream in a fight
Cuz uh, we gettin’ down for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if y’all don’t wanna bump to this… off the wall!!

[redman]
Yo, so how is everybody feelin’ tonight?
Hope you’re in the mood to get rude and ill in a fight
Cuz uh, we gettin’ down for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if you don’t wanna bump… off the wall!!

[eminem]
No matter what people say
I’m gon keep rappin’ this way
No matter what you may think
I’m gon keep doin’ my thing

[redman]
Yo, you could buy jaz spittin’, hospital, son admit it
Rip your lips off, kiss my ass wit it
Slap bitches, got marshall mathers [printin’]
Weed, x, and the acid tabs did it
I was happenin wit no rerun
Like rob deniro when the +heat+ come
My barrel hang out the camaro
Aimed at the nose of them hoes it’s hard to breathe from
Flash the gat, your town, bogardin’
Yo’ wallet, your chain the main target
Beef is like cold engine, don’t start it
Bust in the air and hit a airplane pilot
We clowned you, rap surround sounds around you
From ten speed and brown shoe
Doc and eminem, cock the m & m
Blood flows with 2pacalypse and them

[eminem]
It’s like, funk doctor meets the punk rocker
Got the drugs stopped inside the lunch box [uhh]
Pop junk like i just got jumped
Popped the trunk and pulled out the shotgun pump
Knock wood, it’s all good, thank god for vodka
Cuz wit my luck, i’ll probably get shot by a stalker
Probably got a fanatic waitin upstairs in the attic
Wit a automatic callin’ me up there
My man stan wit a gat in his hand
Stakin my house out in a tan tinted sedan
He pull your mouth out til you can’t finish a damn
Ham sandwich, or your can spinach and spam
Til you gotta sip through a straw, shoplift through the mall
Pictures of me on my mom’s living room wall
Hey ma, maybe i’ll give you a call
Sike you fuckin’ bitch, suck a dick and two balls
I’m givin you all my job descrip’
Which is, to piss bitches and priests off with this
Pop more pills than police officers
Arrive at the scene and pull me off of kim
Teeth off my dick, hands off my balls
But y’all can kiss my ass, pants off and all
Cuz i’m so goddamn off the wall
I might as well as be a painting smashed on the floor

[redman]
So how is everybody feelin’ tonight?
Hope you’re in the mood to get rude and ill in a fight
Cuz uh, we gettin down for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if you don’t wanna bump to this… off the wall!

[eminem]
So how’s everybody doin’ tonight?
Hope you’re in the mood to get drunk and scream in a fight
Cuz uh, we gettin’ down for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if y’all don’t wanna bump to this… off the wall!

[eminem]
No matter what people say
I’m gon keep rappin’ this way
No matter what you may think
I’m gon keep doin’ my thing
No matter what people say
I’m gon keep doin’ my thing
No matter… oh

Off the Wall (Letra)

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[Lil’ Cease]
Now get your back up off the wall
Dance come on
Now get your back up off the wall
Dance come on
Now do it!

[Puffy] (Kim)
Queen Bee, Bad Boy baby
(Uh, uh, uh)
Let’s go!

[Lil’ Kim]
Ah! Ready or not here I come
I’m a Bentley y’all something like a Hyundai
Win more skins than a crack without dunja
Tasty like a sundae (Take that!)
(Mmm-da-da)
Eat it like a Kit Kat
Forge a climax, replay back
Lil’ Kim records hit the streets
DJ’s wanna spend that back like
Me and Lil’ Cease is the real tag-team
While most of y’all broads is just drag queens
It’s gonna take years before you match our cream
And only in your dreams can you see what we see

[Lil’ Cease]
Now lend me your ear, listen closely
I wear these jewels like a rosary
This is how the rap game is supposed to be
One king, one queen things supposed to be

Now get your back up off the wall
Dance come on
Now get your back up off the wall
Dance come on
Now do it!

[Lil’ Kim]
Niggas lean left
Bitches lean right
Come on, you gotta ride ‘em baby
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do

It’s the years 2G, things about to change
Trade in that Range, get a motherfuckin’ plane
Your girl is lame, huh what?
Want a bitch like me what, huh?
If it’s diamonds you want
Baby I got ‘em
Money in a briefcase
Who needs a wallet?
Be a pigeon nigga you sound retarded
I’m the girl with more cream than St. Patrick’s Day
A house by the bay so what do you say?
Me and you, nigga like running Roulette
The game is strip poker, is you ready to play?
Make it last all night and I’m ready to stay
Put your money and your jewels up one at time
And if you lose this game all this shit is mine
What you got?
Full house, triple ace and two kings
Royal flush beats ten jack, here give me
I win give it up!

[Lil’ Cease]
Now get your back up off the wall
Dance come on
Now get your back up off the wall
Dance come on
Now do it!

[Lil’ Kim (Puffy)]
Niggas lean left
Bitches lean right
Come on, you gotta ride ‘em baby
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do

When it comes to status call me Dr. Ruth
I ain’t a prostitute I just speak the truth
Dicks I like ‘em fat like a pickle
Hard like nickel, juicy like a Popsicle
Niggas mention me for a sexual reference
Lil Kim’s everybody’s sexual preference
A bitch like me gives it on the first date
Why hesitate? I ain’t got time to wait!
Cause uh y’all know how I get down
(How you get down?)
Niggas from the East know how I get down
(That’s right!)
Cats from the West know how I get down
(West Side!)
From the North to South say can you get down!

[Lil’ Cease]
Now lend me your ear, listen closely
I wear these jewels like a rosary
This is how the rap game is supposed to be
One king, one queen things supposed to be

Now get your back up off the wall
Dance come on
Now get your back up off the wall
Dance come on
Now do it!

[Lil’ Kim]
Niggas lean left
Bitches lean right
Come on, you gotta ride ‘em baby
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do

[Puff Daddy]
Queen Bee, 2000
Get your backs up off the wall
Dance come on
Dance come on yeah
Dance come on
Notorious K.I.M.
J.M. come on
B.I.G. come on forever come on
(Just dance) Come on
(Just dance) Come on
(Just dance) I see you come on yeah
Come on