01 Ask About Me 02 Pushin' Weight 03 Dr. Frankenstein 04 Fuck Dying 05 War & Peace 06 Ghetto Vet 07 Greed 08 MP * 09 Cash Over Ass 10 The Curse of Money 11 The Peckin' Order 12 Limos, Demos & Bimbos 13 Once Upon a Time in the Projects 2 14 If I Was Fuckin' You 15 X-Bitches 16 Extradition 17 3 Strikes You In 18 Penitentiary

01 Ask About Me[hook][Mr. Short Khop, (Ice Cube)]I check it in on the West Coast (Ask about me)I check it in in the Dirty South (a-yeay)I check it in in the Mid-West (hustle, man)I check it in on the East Coast (The Hustle Gang)(Look at me)(Don Matta')(Poppa Don)[Ice Cube]Check my blood pressure,they think they fresher than the DonPrescription pills to keep me calm,Nigga, I'm da bomb!In the black Testerosa,Sippin' on Mimosa,A bleedin' ?nosa?I'm in the West, we ain't got the ?nego?Give me Sicko kilos from Puerto RicoWhen I okay it,So much cheese, you got to weigh itNever thought these niggaz was the feds"Freeze" was the soundI started lettin' off rounds,lay the whole fuckin' room downI don't wanna see Your Honor, Ratha eat pirhana from Benny Hana,Smokin' marijuana in my sauna,I done hade it with these attics and faggots,They them rattic causin' static,bring me my A-U-T-O-matic,oh niggaz wanna se how we rideBitch, you know the muthafuckin' side,world muthafuckin' wide.[Chorus]Make yo' hustle official,And them niggaz that's wit' you,gotta push tha issue,on the fools that dis you,whether pump or pistol,when it's up in yo' gristle,hand yo' mama a tissue,If I decide to kiss you.[hook] (replace "a-yeay" with "Ask about me")Can you dig her?It's the bigger, seven-figure, super niggaWit' the triggas at yo' dome, we like to roam,Through yo' muthafuckin' home like a comband find the money that's goneAnd we'll take you, shake you,break you, take two,play you on wit' the chrome,nigga shoot!Execute, they try to electrocuteI got too much lootYa say I'm on yo' hit list,You niggaz miss,tryin' to turn my muthafuckin' cheese into SwissRappers make bucks and I can hear it,hard to fear it,'Cuz I know you grew up on my lyricsIt's the boss player,never lost hair over assholes,blast holes in you muthafuckin' tadpolesLike a bullfrog,nigga I'm a bullhog,guppies get worked like puppies by the bulldogWhere millions never gave a fuck about Sicilians,or killas on T.V. can see,we got the real onesSo check yo' muthafuckin CD-Romand your World Wide Web, dot com,It's the Don Mega![chorus][hook][Mr. Short Khop, (Ice Cube)]What cha call it? (The Hustle Gang) [x3]What cha call it? (Hustle, man)[Ice Cube]Ask About me [x2]

04 Fuck DyingFt. Korn[Korn appears instrumentally only, not lyrically][+AD+]Ice CubeIce Cube![Cube]That's Darn Nigga to you cocksucker[+AD+]I am the Angel of DeathAnd your name is on my list[Cube]Sheeyit![+AD+]Come with me..[Cube]I ain't goin nowhere wit yo' assAnd if you put your hands on me, we gettin down right hereDarn Nigga! [echoes][repeat line 4X, 2X solo, 2X in background]Join the party, I can provide the armyJoin the party, I can provide the army!Join the party, I can provide the army!!Join the party, I can provide the army!!![Verse One: Ice Cube]Come and hear the voice of the man they call the Trojan HorseRide on the outside, with inner forceThrow you off course, of course, you missed the runwayWe mash, like the first kickoff, on a SundayCollisions, divisions of niggaz, down to listenAnd when we on the mission, call your morticianJoin the party, I can provide the army!!First we flank em then we spank em.. I outrank em!You can call me Citizen Kane, for my reignTen years great, one of the ten greatMr. Media, look inside your encyclopedia2002, see Ice CubeFuck a five-star, I'm a live starWhat you got to die for? Who you wanna ride for?Fuck dying! (Fuck dying!)Darn Nigga! [echoes][repeat line 2X][Verse Two: Ice Cube]It's the suspect king of the roughnecks, bonafideWorldwide, your highness, the finestBig as China, nigga rhymer, chart climberQuick to send a first-timer back to his Aunt JemimahPhysi-cal, nigga roll with the winnersAfter these dinners, go out and represent usWe got antennas, scanners and satellitesTo see if you battle right, we got to biteHold on tight, shake, and pump venomSome haters don't learn til you leave lead in emSee the dead in em, rigarmortis spread in emKeep your mouth shut, motherfuckin mouth slugSee these crossed legs, quick to cross FedsFoe to mighty one, it's the mighty sonFuck dying! [echoes]Yeah..Darn Nigga! [echoes] [repeat line 4X, 2X solo, 2X in background]Join the party, I can provide the armyJoin the party, I can provide the army!Join the party, I can provide the army!!Join the party, I can provide the army!!!Fuck dying!!! I can provide the army [4X]Join the party!In the ghetto, in the ghettoIn the city, the suburbs.. penetentiary!Join the party!In the county..Fuck dying, fuck dying!Join the party, I can provide the army (yeayayyyy)Join the party, I can provide the army! (yeayayyyy)Join the party, I can provide the army!! (yeayayyyy)Join the party, I can provide the army!!! (fuck dying!)I can provide the army [4X]Eternal life babyEternal life [2X]..Hear ye, hear ye!All connect gang members and powersare to meet at the West WingTo be led into battle by the one and onlyIce Cube the Great!

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10 The Curse of MoneyFt.Mack 10[Intro - Sleep]Hey wassup Cube?Man I'm glad I caught you at your momma' house homeyWassup man? You still got your pager right or you lost it? (It's the curse, the curse....the curse, the curse)Y'know my code right? I been pagin you for about a week man(The curse, the curse) I heard about the deal ya gotGreed, Khop (The curse, the curse)Check this out, you owe a nigga somethin man[Ice Cube]Do the math baby, do the math (Ch-ching)Do the math baby, do the math (Ch-ching)Do the math baby (The curse, the curse)Do the math baby (The curse, the curse)It's the curse of money, once you get it, fool you got itBuy a new pair of drawers and motherfuckers spot itNiggas plotted, to have me knotted up in basementstill these cocksuckers see what they're faced withTheir fantasies of a life stress-freeFull of orgies, in the Florida KeysBut this bullshit is so thick, it's like mountainsSick of threatenin all my lawyers and accountantsThe decibals, gold diggers goin for the testiclesSoon they realise, I don't invest in hoesSometimes it's like hell on earthWhen everybody tryin to get your ass for all your worthIt's the curse(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby(The curse, the curse) Do the math When you hot, they think you got more than you gotWhen you not, motherfuckers callin you a flopI just laugh, the curse everybody wanna haveBefore you sell your soul better do the mathI start to scream shit like "May day, may day"Cos motherfuckers think it's all grav-ay wit my pay dayAnd like I said, it's the curse of moneyThey start laughin at your jokes when they ain't that funny (Ha ha ha)See this ass kissin yes manShakin hands with the left hand, get my weap-an, get to stepp-anFuck every phony ass nigga round meStick a shaft up your ass like Richie Roundtree (Yea yea!)Got to have some gas money if you goinIf not who you fuckin? Who you flowin? Who you owin?In '98 don't shit come freeNot even hard rhymes that's describin these hard times(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby, do it(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby, aha(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby(The curse, the curse) Do the math, ooh weeWhen you hot, they think you got more than you gotWhen you not, motherfuckers callin you a flopI just laugh (haha), the curse everybody wanna haveBefore you sell your soul better do the math[Mack 10]To relax I smoke a stick, the shit make me sickGotta gang of new homies, and relatives on my dickNo time for drama, busters get sprayedBitches wanna get layed, and everybody need their bills paid (Everybody)Motherfuckers, sweat me like a spyThey wanna kick it cos I, got the curse of mulahMake me wanna start scrappin and look at me to make it happenWhat the fuck was they doin before Mack 10 was rappin ?!? Tell me (What the fuck?) how can I remain a man of seven figureswhen I'm rushed by gold diggers everytime I get bigger? (Ch-ching)Like David Banner, when I tweak I turn greenAnd everytime I'm seen it's like people start to fiendIt's the curse[Ice Cube](The curse, the curse) Do the math baby (aha)(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby (1 million, 2 million)(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby (3 million)(The curse, the curse) Do the math When you hot, they think you got more than you got Yeah they doWhen you not, motherfuckers callin you a flop (Motherfuckers)I just laugh, the curse everybody wanna haveBefore you sell your soul better do the math (Better do it)(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby Get the fuck outta here(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby With dollar signs in your eyes(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby (Ha ha, sheeit)(The curse, the curse) Do the math [Outro - Ice Cube]Leave your ass brokeRabbit ears, nigga for pockets, haha heI'm cursed! Hahaha, but I love it

11 The Peckin' OrderFt.Mack 10"In the deep and dark bowels of the underworld,order must be maintained.Without a strict and unforgiving chain of command, chaos is inevitable."[Ice Cube]Whassup youngsta?Since you the new booty, and don't know nothin,I got to show you bout the peckin orderIt's the order in how we do things and move thingsSee, somebody gon' tell you what to doafter I tell that motherfucker what to doIt's the peckin order [echo]It's the peckin order [echo]We got the power to make you niggaz sourBig fish whale like Ichikowa, steppin out the showerIt's the peckin order, ask ya daugther how we peckInspect, high class ass to projectsPush my Lex through the California rain, gutter laneInfamous schemes on the brainfor my connect gang, put a strain on every linkin our chain, that's right - we all get arraignedTakin sworn notes to makin c-notesKnowin all the while that bullshit floats and niggaz don'tSo nigga don't - gangsta paradise ain't nuttin niceYeah we livin so trife we need Je-sus in our life[Chorus: Ice Cube, Mack 10][Cube]It's the peckin order [Mack]It's the order how we do thingsand move things, only fuck with the true things[Ice Cube]Havin heavy intercourse with the world of depressionMessin with the wrong bitches never learn our lessonStressin, no guessin, never questionEven when we playin, we testin, confessionDo you still wanna meet where the killers eat?Held accountable for anythang you repeatIt's the peckin order, ask your daughter how we peckWhen we smoke you, it's your best friend you suspect[Chorus][Mack 10]Now c'mon, come on potnah, c'mon (it's the peckin order)Fuck that, I don't wanna hear none of that shit manAll that cryin and beggin and shitTo be honest wit you that shit really don't evenaffect me in no kind of way potnahYou wastin your muthafuckin time (it's the peckin order)Let's get this shit goin, let's get it over withC'mon back here, back hereI can't make no motherfuckin mess right hereCheck this out homie, make it easy on yourselfI know you want a motherfuckin open casketwhere your peoples can see you and kiss on youbut you gon' piss me offand I'ma blow noodles out your motherfuckin headand ain't none of that happenin after thatSo, c'mon back here, c'mon, right - c'mon, ayBut you know, one more thing before I do this [BLAM!!][Ice Cube]It's the peckin order [echo]It's the peckin order [echo]It's the peckin order [echo]

12 Limos, Demos & BimbosFt. Mr. Short Khop[Intro](Hey did you hear that?)Yeah just get the fuckin door! [car door opens and closes][Ice Cube]Limos, demos and bimbos! (Hey slow this motherfucker down man)Limos, demos and bimbos! (ugh ugh ugh ugh)Hit the sunroof, and let's contemplate the freaks we can run throughGot the chauffer pullin overSnatch one inside, she wanna ride with this missionClose the partition, he like to listenAll fuckin, no kissin, just smokin and drinkinSuper vets in a super stretch LincolnThinkin bout the good ol' days of hip hopin its purest form before the eye of the stormI could give a fuck about you hatin, on my wayto the Colliseum with seventeen-five waitinThey scream for the limousine, it's all cleanTinted, your shit is rented, you know we spend itWhile you worry bout the five mics, I'm in the limelightwit movies comin out, yo' time is runnin outI just finished doin "Live At The Apollo"Indication from my driver damn we're bein followed[Mr. Short Khop]You're livin so trife you need Jesus in your life[Ice Cube]I'm livin so trife I need Jesus in my life[Mr. Short Khop] You're livin so trife you need Jesus in your life[Ice Cube]I'm livin so trife I need Jesus in my lifeLimos, demos and bimbos! (I'm only fuckin with the...)Limos, demos and bimbos! (I'm livin so trife, ugh ugh ugh ugh)[Mr. Short Khop]Caught him in motion, had me potent, let him know about the showinand how I'm knowin to keep it cracked openCans of ass-beatin, plus on how I crash meetinsand have your whole staff leavin half-breathinGot shit to hold my own, big bucksBut Khop's soon to run it through em, nigga check nutsPut to the test then put two to restWiped out with lights out, two to the chestHold it now tell a few, legitimateWe loaded, for revenue, let's get this shitand split this shit for three days, count it three waysNigga fuck what he say, havin heat paysIt's all about the thoroughbred, top choice with the voicethat keep ??? moistMr. Short Khop expected the truest, dare you niggas step to usI stay connected til death do us[Ice Cube]You're livin so trife you need Jesus in your life[Mr.Short Khop]I'm livin so trife I need Jesus in my life[Ice Cube]You're livin so trife you need Jesus in your life[Mr.Short Khop]I'm livin so trife I need Jesus in my lifeLimos, demos and bimbos! (I'm only fuckin with the...)Limos, demos and bimbos! (I'm livin so trife I need JESUS, JESUS)[Ice Cube]The alley was pitch black, I'm in the back of this black LacThese fuckers pull up in a AcThey don't understand the impactTwo thousand dollar three-piece suit, can you spend that?They call me the Don Mega (Don Mega) [motorcycle speeding past]cos I'm down to play a double-header in stormy weatherSuperstar, goddamn them niggas got meStop the car and blast the paparazzi [gun shots, motorcycle][Mr. Short Khop]You're livin so trife you need Jesus in your life[Ice Cube]I'm livin so trife I need Jesus in my life[Mr. Short Khop] You're livin so trife you need Jesus in your life[Ice Cube]I'm livin so trife I need Jesus in my lifeLimos, demos and bimbos! (I'm only fuckin with the...)Limos, demos and bimbos! (I'm livin so trife I need Jesus, ugh)

18 Penitentiary"Attention all nigga rows and nigga hoesWe've decided to rob this motherfucker the legal wayNobs injecting ourselves to become property on the stockIn the penal system. In the justice system"Penitentiary, I hear you calling me [x4][Verse 1]As the world turns, it burns while it's spinningComing to a fucked-up endingI can't wait till the day everything in the hood is straightAnd I can hit the purty gatesUntil then, the pen is unfairSlave ships in the middle of nowhere (ma)I lets my goddamn hair grow (ma)Bellin' in court, lookin' like a scarecrowOn Capital Hill, they them passed a billComing at me with a fucked-up deal (nah)The judge gave me a 'L'But y'all can't tellI wait and cry in my cellConvicted negro, superheroSpeaker at our houseTakin' lyrics in my mouthBitches in the south showin' ass (mm)Mix a lot, got hoes puttin titties on the glassWe blast in the west for exampleAnd rap about this shit over funkadelic samplesYo' babies see me kill a fool on TV (Wilson!)And straight call me a G[Chorus]Penitentiary, I hear you calling mePenitentiary, I hear you calling meThinkin' of illegal ways to get paidBut it ain't shit, got to be legit[Bridge]South-central L.A.You can buy your game from the C.I.A., hey-heyAnd South-central L.A.You can buy your game from the C.I.A. baby[Verse 2]When the evil outweighs the goodAnd you only give a fuck about rucksThe Earth will self-destruct (Bitch)Fuck the ozone layer, bitch I'm a playa (Bitch)Plus we got a black mayorI get sex when I shows flex (Booom!)Porbey Rolex (Booom!)Which hoe is next? (Booom!)Would you like a piece of me? Not a mateCalling you a hoe 'cos I'm fucking on the first day (uh)My world is a one-mile radiusI swear every other hood is the shadiest (uh)Could the crips and bloods be all rottenWhen the trilateral commission is plottin'?What you gonna do when the Earth erupts?Some niggaz gettin' nuts outa carafel cups (punk)Fool you on master's woeBut won't even think about, sucking Bob Doe (punk)Asshole from the SenateHow can you relate to a project tennant?Motherfuck you and not the courtman, no correctionsTryina' get a section of this west-side connection[Chorus (x2)][Bridge]Just because you gotta stayYou ain't gotta rot awayWe gon' come and get you one day[repeat until fade]

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