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Here is Start It Up Lyrics by Lloyd Banks feat. Kanye West, Swizz Beatz & Fabolous @ monsterlyrics.blogspot.com

[Kanye West]
What you gon do?
It's GOOD Music and G-Unit
Ugh
Banks
Loso

[Swizz Beatz]
Ladies and Gentleman
you know they made cause cause cause I'm hood rich
you never ever seen good trick
You want a problem,
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
wait a minute

[Lloyd Banks]
big blue, cotton city shoe
cuttin' candy crew
hard knock off an Annie loop
off the scoop
play with me, see what the screamy do
my canary shoe,
high beems pointed right at you, peek-a-boo
Benji paper meet me, here the proof
all your family do's
menage a trois, purple haze and goose, got me loose
kick my way in and now I got the juice, Gucci bubble boots
thousand kicks couple hundred boots gettin flew
my top down, I'm flashing on em
I'm passing all them, pullover and hit the hazards on em
the (?), wanna pay them dues, now it's back to ballin
the raps a foreign dead man, I dip the casket for em
I'm back performing, I bag em
break their back, don't call em
look down on em like (?), Patrick Morning
cash is pourin'
stunt stormin, go this out
camera phones capture everything that pictures dont.
http://monsterlyrics.blogspot.com/2010/10/lloyd-banks-feat-kanye-west-swizz-beatz.html

[Swizz Beatz]
you know they made cause cause cause I'm hood rich
you aint never ever seen good trick
You want a problem,
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
wait a minute
(repeated)

[Kanye West]
We keep these G's in an alloy safe
it's stashed(?) in an altoids case
they say good things come to those who wait
so I'm gon be at least an hour late
I'm so fresh I should be arrested
new Tody Chester with my (?) on your chest b-tch
she said "hey 'Ye"
I said "Yes B-tch"
damn I'm only asking you a question
I met this milf at the allstar getting action
a cougar with more rings than Phil Jackson
told her beauty is why God invented eyeballs
and her booty is why God invented my balls
I'm a rockstar, huh, start it up
start it up, huh, start it up
so popular you should get a shot of us
don't take shots at us that is only obvious
the first album I vomited, the second I colonic'd it
aint nobody f-cking with me, I plutonic'd it
bet I got some slippers on, bet go honour it
these aint even real clothes homie I'm pyjama rich
Banks told me homie go switch the style up
these b-tches on me homie only to arouse us
told her I aint paying tonite I'm only browsing
she pulled her blouse up, said "it's free", I said WOWZER!

[Chorus]

[Swizz beatz]
Ninja, Kawasaki, Ducati, my old Harley
rock the party
move ya body
wassup, wassup
everybody
start it up (vroom, vroom)
start it up (vroom, vroom)
start it up (vroom, vroom)
start it up (vroom, vroom)
start it up (vroom, vroom)
wait a minute

[Ryan Leslie]
Lets get it started, get it started, get it started yeah yeh

Ladies and gentleman

[Fabolous]
Plenty hate, they be taking shots, never penetrate
money generated, if we aint in the house, renovate!
tryna eat, we aint finna wait
where's da dinner plates?
BMW, ten to 8, interstate 95, passenger
bad as b-tch in the states, half Spanish half trinidad
complexion Henny state
y'all aint got your business straight, track star, finna state
time is money and I can't afford to be a minute late
it's time to make a movie let the haters watch
diamonds spinning round the bezel thats tornado watch
my independant chick, I like my ladies Koch
she got an appetite for chicken(?), I guess I place my cock(?)
that soft as tater top, long, try me not
under the wings, fried rice at the chinese spot
I hear 'em talking but they aint really living it
your opinions are like (?) so who gives a sh-t

[Chorus]

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Lord Lord Lord Lyrics by Kanye West feat. Raekwon, Swizz Beatz & Mos Def @ monsterlyrics.blogspot.com

[Swizz Beatz]
This is something special
This is something new
This is something special
This is something new

[Chalrie Wilson]
Lord Lord Lord

[Mos Def]
The power of observation
marvells and frights, its strange delights
attributes, properties, disciplines and novelties
ecstatic patterns in the calender design
wilderness tours guided by and for the blind
cool rulers standing still sweating through the shade
who knew those lights only grew bright to fame
dead wrong pageantry lottery and games
slight of hand provided by extravagant and fake
the carnival till bell will hustle for the age
they clutch what they covet but what must they give away
who was uninvited who was asked to come and stay
surprise it’s your life its your business anyway so please
pardonly and such curious minds
peace safe passage, precious time
hither and gone, the day of days
(?) this tiny stone illuminated by a star far gone
only star so large, many more
to make our largest star show small
furthermore the end is not the end no stop but I’m pausing
what we can witness is all that isn’t all
(?) scotch and pork chops
the passion, expansion the order of the random
see the dreamers see the sleepers
(?) sweet jesus and life on Earth
seek heaven first
let put in this work

[Charlie Wilson]
Lord Lord lord
Lord Lord lord
This is something special
This is something new

[Kanye West]
Her heels set the mood
where did you acquire those are liars
when I met you I heard Jesus bells, strings and a choir
I got lines better than n-ggas albums, plural
king of the urban make your sh-t sound rural
she said I hit it so deep she need an epidural
them other n-ggas have you looking like a squirrel
and thats nuts, I only hang around with white boys that like black sluts.
tell em Plain Pat yo that track sucks
we aint dissin’ you between the position you play something for us to listen to
I’m tryin’ to worry about my scratch minus the crabs
I aint stopping for you n-ggas like yellow cabs
i got scripts so why we need a movie
and if I’m a douche than put me in your coochie
I swear they should have never gave these n-ggas loosely
and excuse me if I’m trapped by the boobies
boobie trap, holla back
http://monsterlyrics.blogspot.com/2010/09/kanye-west-feat-raekwon-swizz-beatz-mos.html

[Swizz Beatz]
AK on the lap like whats that
clik clak
this is something special
this is something new

All white Bentley I call that momma
my life crazy like Obama’s
you talk slick well I’m Osama
Bin Laden, whats happenin’ I get it crackin’
all black carpet, Ima rich yeah
its gonna take you a couple years to get this here
thank AP while they thank me
and I’d be mad too if you aint me
call me Mr D’s or Mister boss
see me riding clean in a Rolls Royce
n-ggas talking funny that’s old money
n-ggas looking crazy but they acting funny
nowadays rappers, they like bloggers
you see me I’ma a bank (?)
coming through your hood and I brings trucks
with 25′s on it like what the f-ck
hundred feet and better why they f-ck you stick
paparzzi on the water, why the f-ck you stick
my face got the f-ck you pricks
my beats go hard like f-ck you d-cks
pourin’ champagne damn thing
sit there rockin’ sway n-gga in the damn ring
aint a damn thing, money aint a damn thing
ask Yeezy and most we do the god damn thing
get down to the precious lovers

[Chorus]

[Raekwon]
Ayo open glass on my fingers
I sit back like I’m caged but still cakin’
my n-ggas is hatin’
it’s like being in the livest Lambo in the hood
you a piece of steak I’d rather be that than some bacon
every project is a throne, only just bigger stones they throw
that why I wear a big hat and roll weed
gone if you don’t know where you came or when you came
all you know is weed and cocaine
non believers no game
I’m zooted down, rollin’ a spliff
maxin’ flamin’ like wheres the attraction
I’m son he’s attracted
guaranteed to service the real n-ggas
or cruisin’ in a Volvo
duffy for dolo
puffy polo
that blow house is where I reside
live amongst fiends, countin’ currency hittin’ blunts
only to hear the door rumble
grab the four hope it aint the law
or maybe some n-gga tryna score

[Charlie Wilson]
Lord Lord Lord
Lord Lord Lord
Lord Lord Lord
(repeated)

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Higher Lyrics by Game feat. Jay Electronica & Swizz Beatz

[The Game]
Guess who in the building
send New York a fax(?)
tell em Im riding chronica with Jay Electronica
tell em its (Game Time)
yeah let em know son
I’ve been swizz cheesing beats since ‘01
I put the Range in the Rov
the 6 in the hundred
stay blunted n-gga I gets money
you n-ggas spittin to get cars and cop cribs
can I live
drive that bullsh-t off a bridge
with a Jesus piece under my polo
entourage never that now I ride solo
toll up backwards and smoke with Finesse, yes!
I said a prayer than took off my vest
now I’m walking with the side full fully loaded
back on the top like I’m sittin on the Eiffell
Tower I devoure MC’s
I’m dope aka a hundred keys

http://monsterlyrics.blogspot.com/2010/08/game-feat-jay-electronica-swizz-beatz.html

[Chorus]
Higher, higher, higher, higher
(Put ya drinks in the air and get)
Higher, higher, higher, higher
(ay, ay, Game and Swizz in here we get)
Higher, higher, higher, higher
(Put your hands in the air and get)
Higher, higher, higher, higher

[Jay Electronica]
Nas already told you the rap game is like the crack game
cut throat, you got to pull your own weight n-gga (?)
I’m out West now banging with the Game and ‘em
california top shelf kush to the cranium
one love one blood the legend is real
word to @Iamdiddy the President Seal has been stamped and approved
we rock every crowd you get trampled and booed
uh ha, its the phantom of the shock wa
slum dog opera, rap radar, nahright, okayplayer, mashup
everything was all good just a week ago
what happened to your clique n-gga where your people go
I got a message for you homie
we got the game locked down from Engerwood to (?)
Jay Elecdomica and Westside rear
breaking bread like Black Kings f-ck what you sayin’

[Chorus]

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