Search results for 'Main Street Power Mail'

Fed

E-40

In a Major Way

1995

the corner
Broke up out of that old punk shit and said,
"Momma I'ma do what the fuck I wanna!"
Hit the streets and make a wheelbarrow full of bread if I end

we chop ya tongue
And mail that bitch to ya momma house
With a note saying, we got ya son
I'm a beast, in these streets, nigga say that then
I just

B.O.B.

OutKast

Stankonia

2000

came in the mail
A scale and some Arm & Hammer
Soul-gold grill and a baby mama
Black Cadillac and a pack of Pampers
Stack of question with no answers

B.O.B.

OutKast

Street Vibes, Vol. 7

2001

came in the mail
A scale and some Arm & Hammer
Soul-gold grill and a baby mama
Black Cadillac and a pack of Pampers
Stack of question with no answers

B.O.B.

OutKast

Big Boi and Dre Present...Outkast

2001

came in the mail
A scale and some Arm & Hammer
Soul-gold grill and a baby mama
Black Cadillac and a pack of Pampers
Stack of question with no answers

Now I got power up in the booth (Power)
Now I got power up in the booth (Power)
Now I got power up in the booth (Power)
Now I got power up in the booth

Which has the power to
Help shape your reality
If you view everything through
The lens of fear
Then you tend to stay in retreat mode you can
Just

You and me we ain't be serving the same

Know how I go with the beat and it bang
Stuff that I heard on the street got me strange
Power like gas and it's

Disciple

Nas

Street's Disciple

2004

and Judas I'm disciple of music
Street beats is the main thing minus the traitor
And I'm not a dictator, I'm the righteous invitin' you haters
Inside

Check this
Two cups nigga got the red in me
The Ku Klux Klan and the streets with me
Some real designers love to sleep with me
Some real

apj kalam mera kaisa bole
Paisa nasha power

Dono bhai bump fist karke chakra mix karte
Rehte apne gaano main
Tabhi jaanoge
Lakhon main ek and bars bhi

Vibe check
Gaane sunke bole log vibe hai
Ha rapper ye kayke
Verses me power nahi dikhata biceps
Gojo me Kaisen ka
Bahar se shant par andar se psyc

I got the power, ou yeah (Power)
Man of the hour, ou yeah (Yeahhh)
Slangin that flour, ou yeah (Work)
Pounds of the sour, ou yeah (Power power)
How

the main reason you losing
Bagging up ounces for hours
Them twentys and fiftys run right through the counter
I hear the beep and go light me a blunt
And im

Yea
Hol on
Yea
Woo
Woo
Yea
Green mail
Paper trail
On the holy father
I been chasing money and hits
Watching the throne
Like Kanye and Jigga
New

to rise the mercury
Heat niggas, street niggas
Reflect those both when I be rapping on the beat, niggas
Looking Cambodian whilst standing at the podium

and mail in your votes
So November 3rd can feel right 
(Oh cause now we got the power ohh )

(One) vote ahead be an early bird
(Two) by mail be preferred

At this party right here
F & N it don't jam it don't fail
That's my young nigga on bail
Right back to the streets
He gon give them some hell
Open my mail
I

Karu jo bhi lage voh bhi ravas
LIKHU ME TAB JALTE HAI KAGAZ
Likhu RAFTAAR se SEEDHE MAUT gaad de
Kalam mera paisa nasha power
Paisa nasha power
Paisa

ain't a beta
Hit you with kamehameha
Thought you was super saiyan
Them drugs give you super powers
But you ain't super man
Nigga
I know them drugs give

with my head

Fire

Dragon unchained
I am the power that be
Fire in all of the streets
You wanna be great
Get up and off of your knees
Dust off the mail

Letter in the Mail

James Taylor

Never Die Young

1988

boarded up, Main Street pretty much closed down.
The church bell still rings on Sunday, old folks still go, the young ones listen on the radio.
Saturday

hail, to hell on the streets, my felony peeks
4 mo sells, of yahl on these streets, you tell the police, I post bail
Then bail in the chief, my mail is

What's Real

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Chief Boot Knocka

1994

was just a snotty nose age six
Young buck, just graduate
And your lyin when you say your street educated
Cause I'ma veteran boy and you's a new booty
So