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Lyrics= Pablo Poe
Audio Produced By= Dj.Rock-IT

Title of the song: Got Me Laughin'...

I'm aimin at you, fuck your skanks, plus I came with some jokes...
you're the first nigga in history that can rob a bank with ya nose...
Heard u went on a date, and couldnt up the dick...didnt even bother besides...
I could down my dick too, if cold water went past covered my thighs...
Pac said 'keep ya head up'..but urs keeps droppin, its alright in fact....
your a pussy, and even Pac would it slide, with problems like that...
you're toppin the cats in taggin, but listen...You Fag...
I'm sure ur sister is the toughest competition you've had...

U like women products, and gay is how u lookin so often...
but u wont be able to put finger polish on...what I'll put in ya coffin...
You're shook and ur lost...unable to be attackin with bars...
and them nigga's who told u a lie dont know me, ya'll got me laughin so hard...
just quit actin so hard, ask the real niggah's i grew up w/ to see if im so cool..
and juss do ur beats so one day u can be on a video flossin my family jewels..
now get stand and bruises, bitch aint sonnin tight raps....
didnt A 12yr old punk ur ass out or somethin like that?....

hook-

Ya'll got me, laughing at you...
ya'll got me, laughing at you....
Ya'll got me, stabbing the shit outch'a...
ya'll talkin shit, blasting the shit outch'a...

You Pussy and u been tryin get it, but when u fail..the geek'll beg...
its like they cut a long story short on the 'tale' between ur legs...
and we all know the code words in your name is Noflow Fag...
last time we beefed i let shit slide, now this time I wont hold back...
If I aint shit, than explain to me who got shook and scared...
when Bio confessed he was u and that blame he took, and didnt care....
all u did was run around tellin ppl "no, no jail, I wont get took there!"...
what about that one time, I bumped shoulder's with you....
I did that on purpose, cuz I knew u wont swing back if I hit u...

Heard I USED TO BE a soul, and ran to beto to see if its true....
but the fact of the truth that he told u, was he dont know me...
didnt even know me, ask the real niggah's that went to school with me...
than come back and I'll juss reply w/ a simple.."dawg juss blow me"...
and thats the truth, u and ur lil cripple dude...
are two of the biggest bitches for the 2002..

Lyrics= Pablo Poe

Song Title: Get Up (And get lifted)

Hook-
get up, get up (get lifted)
get up, get up (get lifted)

Verse One:
My money up in smoke to get those nice dreams....
the kind green is pricey and Im on that northern lights steez...
my boyz steamed...mad I smoke 24/7 daily or nightly....
I run through pounds now and a half ounce'll only last a day...
Most of my young life has passed away, and I dont have ass to say...
about the shit ive done, cause most is not remembered....
I know I like to puff in winter weather, blowing smoke in december..
and the blazing summer days be hazy and lazy...
everytime I look around the view is just amazing...
but the after thoughtz is juss escruecialating.....
for the killer's...its the same pain u feel after u shot a buster...
you could tell I love the erb,but I guess its lost its luster...
sure I might light one again but id rather bust a verse...
so juss sit back to da hook...and stimulate ur nerves..
so its one last day, and after that i have to be strong...
just like the erb Im smoking out of my gravity bong....

Hook-
get up, get up (get lifted)
get up, get up (get lifted)

Verse Two:
Imma roast a bowl out of every piece and keep six for a keep sake
then clean the rest and sell em cause sizzle lungs a cheap skate

smokin' causes cancer i still don't give a fuck
pass me the bogey, a match and ima light it up
i still toke blunts and never am i stoppin'
philly, dutch, whatever lets get it poppin'
empty the dutch, ready the clutch switch gears
been in and outta this game around for six years
seen alotta niggas come and more of em go
don't call me an amateur i'm sort of a pro
i know the tricks of the trade and my vision is frayed
i be sonnin' mad niggas while i sit in the shade
played by anonymous fans don't give a fuck about exposure
picture me rollin' like Tupac im a soldier
with two glocks in the holster wearin' suspenders
button downed Armani reppin' for my gender
born in May renders me Gemini...chillin in this track..get lifted and high..
a loner, the archer, with rap skills i'm very sick
and still i'm not conceited never get defeated
fresh cut khakis, pleated, Kenneths on my feet kid
Pablo Poe the rapper, dapper out to clap ya
like symbols rekindle the art with my rapture...

~Pablo Poe Amped'em (Lyrics)~
Written By: Juan P.Magana aka Pablo Poe
Album: "The Pablo Poe - The UnReal C.D."
Copyright 2002-2003 Casual T, Inc. All rights reserved

Yo
My shots is fantastic, that all my fans taste it...
Fuck sneaker's man my shoe's could'nt lace it..
An outline of my raps, so tagger's dont trace it..
See when i was first coming up i never did collabs..
i was to busy writing punch-lines, cuz if the nigga that spit after me it'd make my lines look like jabs..
and thats Thats the reason i hardly ever collab....
Aint no mystery into my flows, quit tryin to figure out..
aint feeling my road of knowledge take a different rout..
spit boxer niggah till the next round in a different bout...
Expect tha worst, bring ya best, word from tha wise...
Bitchin bout rook votes, ya'll jusssome herbs in disguise...
Hurts in yur eyes, Im undefeated, you maimed wit battle scars...
Ashamed of weak appearances, ya'll should of changed ya avatars...
anally you asked for it, now I'm disgrace you punk's...
Call me a brethren, the way i'm a take ur place in Tongues...
Nervous?, I'm a Trace ur lungs clouded wit smoke, this bout is a joke...
quit frontin on me wit empty threats all crowded wit hope...
I see ya'll got doubt in PabloPoe, Ya'll cant convince me...
To stop rappin Ill force ya'll to stand and listen against me...
I'm jussa petty rap-junkie, wastin hours rappin albums...
for so called hiphoprydaz, so I can drop an clown em...
TOO bad i got haterz is game stained...
Sad, they couldnt come stronger with men wit decayed veins...

Hook-
I'm da start of the next golden era...
when u diss me u betta phone them letters...
Cold as ever - leavin cats in froozen terror...

verse2:
Look see me on top of the billboard charts takin a piss..
i'd drown my own girl just to get a lakin kiss...
May 23 the worst day the earth ever had..
(why is that? mr.poe) cuase i was born bad..(grrr)
(terrrr ticca ticca) Pass that cerveza...
Look at me and look at me wrong....
and i'd come back at you talkin shit in a song..
Mention me, must be the essence of me..
To be the best lyricaly - is my next submission see?..
dont get that than start writing it down..
U.F.O Untitled fuckin Over - am sighting it now!!!
STOP THAT NOW....BRING IT NOW...
SING IT LOUD.....RIP IT NOW!/....WHERES THE HOOK NOW?!

~This Goes To Those I hate (Lyrics)~
Written By: Juan P.Magana aka Pablo Poe
Album: "The Pablo Poe - The UnReal C.D."
Copyright 2002-2003 Casual T, Inc. All rights reserved

Hook-
This goes To those, I hate...
To the one's that doubted..
complained and shouted..
heard my E.P and dropped it...
This Goes to those, I hate..
To The one's That doubted..
complained and shouted..
heard My E.P and dropped it..

Verse1:
Blasmephy niggah's talkin this and that..
talkin shit, callin my flows tight and whack...
Come on dawg can you write some deeper shit?...
and still be on the top without the sleepers tip?..
didnt think so, dont ever have doubt in me..
cuase i burn in third degree's to..make me different than most mc's..
I done dropped 3 LP's already, and You still aint satisfied?..
next time u see me fuck that..."blast this guy"..
whats my flows dope?..i done asked every guy..
and they all say, "yo ya flows is dope...no change"..
no change? ok no games....just let it be known
i'm on top of the rap hip hop name...
and when I'm gone i'm taking it all back to the grave...
and stack it to all that i saved, with my name on ur girls tit engraved...
the crime story's of smoking crack...
beautiful girls turn to sluts choking on they back...
I'm similiar to the streets, I'm a criminal i used to sell coke..
(so what) either that or go broke...
Go to class? it Was either that or go smoke...
I Smoked sold dope, and stole money...
Tho that aint shit compared from some bitch that stole from me
Lifes a bitch, so i married the streets...
Till the day we divorce, I'm a retire the heat..

Hook (x2)

~Can I Take (Lyrics)~
Written By: Juan P.Magana aka X TripZ
Album: Must Be The Money LP
Copyright 1999-2002 X TripZ, Inc. All rights reserved

Hook-

Can I Take this girl All around the world...
(And show her what the world is like)
Can I take this girl All Around the world..
(And show her what words is like)
Can I take this girl all around the world..
(and show her what love is like)
Can I Take this girl all around the world...
(And show her what the words is like)
Can I take this girl All Around the world..
(And show her what world is like)
Can I take this girl All Around the world..
(And show her what war is like)

Verse1:

What love is like? Its like what hugs are like...
Its warm, close and thats what Slugs are like...
sometimes it takes more than punchlines..
to show what life is like ..its like a biters wife..
an endangered circle of a lair's life...

Man I just wanna say The correct words at the right time..
in the right place, stare into the eye's and say the right line's..
Cuase I just want ur heart to be mine...

(Just To draw a circle around ur love and ya name juss to show you what i mean)

and if it cant than might aswell live and die w/ a smile..
cuase everything in life is why its worthwhile..
hugs and kisses usually dont mean nothing..
the times spent is what counts ..nothin else frontin..
I'll take you all around the world..and show u alil somethin..

Hook-

Can I Take this girl All around the world...
(And show her what the world is like)
Can I take this girl All Around the world..
(And show her what words is like)
Can I take this girl all around the world..
(and show her what love is like)
Can I Take this girl all around the world...
(And show her what the words is like)
Can I take this girl All Around the world..
(And show her what world is like)
Can I take this girl All Around the world..
(And show her what war is like)

Verse2

Love me, don't ever push me away
You've buried comfort, you could've look'd in the face
You took it for fake...I see it deep in your eyes
Still bearing the same cross, and secret of mine

Tell me, Everything you've want'd to
About your heartbreaks, and how life has haunt'd you
You'd often do, things to try and break us apart
but because of fear...try to have faith in your heart

Be Real, Don't hide from the truth
Be the angel you are, and it's time to be true
Decide to protude, from the crowd, why be apart of it?
You're beautiful by yourself, no matter how hard it is...

Hook-

Can I Take this girl All around the world...
(And show her what the world is like)
Can I take this girl All Around the world..
(And show her what words is like)
Can I take this girl all around the world..
(and show her what love is like)
Can I Take this girl all around the world...
(And show her what the words is like)
Can I take this girl All Around the world..
(And show her what world is like)
Can I take this girl All Around the world..
(And show her what war is like)

I'm Poppin'-The-Steel-Clips for Stoppin'-The-Crills-Kid
None'a yall can do it so I'm Droppin'-The-Realness
Start Plottin'-Yah-Wills-Quick and Sayin'-Goodbye
Cuz I'm the cause for all you fuckers Hatin'-To-Die

If you Debatin'-To-Try to Do-As-I-Do-Wit-Heat
Just step back mutha fucka, It's Suicidal-To-Beef
Bullets-Fly-Through-The-Streets as I'm Clappin'-The-Chrome
The king of the streets kid? I'm Snatchin'-The-Throne

Crackin'-Yah-Bones as I put Lead-In-Yah-Spine
Not only feared in streets, But Dreaded-In-Rhymes
Ahead-Of-My-Time kid, I'm Layin'-The-Cards-Out
And in this game ... I'm Playin'-A-Shark-Mouth

I'm Claimin'-It-Hard-Now, Yall Soft-And-Sweet
I'm the hardest dog kid, Off-The-Leash
Assault-The-Streets punk, Put Weapons-To-Temples
The clip's empty now, Bullets Left-In-Yah-Temple

I was taught to trust noone, Holdin'-The-Heat
Even at my peace, Strollin'-The-Streets
Patrollin'-Police started Bustin'-The-Vast
Amount of drug dealers that were Hustlin'-Crack

I laid low through it all, Keepin'-It-Down
Wouldnt sell to NO shady figured, That was Creepin'-Around
They caught on my case ,That I-Was-Sellin'-G's
I dropped the case but I was Fined-For-Felonies

In Time-Was-Sellin'-Keys, Not Enough-Of-The-Game
If I sense beef, Have bullets Stuck-In-Yah-Frame
Nothin'-Remained kid, I was Playin'-The-Chips
I aint never had a problem, With Sprayin'-A-Clip

I've Ran-Through-Damn-Fools, Chicks-And-Dudes
Handled-Mad-Tools, Cliqus-And-Crews
Picture-You in front of me, With Clips-To-Spew
You better believe this shit, It aint Fictional

past memories of love, I drew a sketch, left with a few regrets
thougt u where my boo tha def, somethin came up in between
i gave my game up 4 a phene, all the hurten though 1 day
i gave my pain up in a dream, didnt wanna live on longer
u presence has annoyed me, i wonder,
if what doesnt destroy me makes me stronger, the awnser is a positive
threw my mic away, but now im rockin it, heard ya man acts like a kid i wish u luck
after weeks of pain, i didnt really miss u much, stunned 2 say
the moment that u run away, it changed my sight, lost my girl
but i gained my life... i have found out that i was made to fight, no surrender
never hang my head, its been 17 fuckin years since i rang my dad..
muthafucka never leant a hand, and my friends backin up i was being shy
lacking love, locked me up, didnt wanna see me cry.
past memories of love, it wasnt gone
wished i wasnt born, i fell 2 my kneez i wanna mourn
shit, i thought u where wife man, lookin at the sky
help me draw my lifeplan, make me do the right thang, please, really need a favor
tell god that he saved me, in return there was nuttin that i gave her
embrace her, this game is rugged...drained the love
after a while the pain will num...layin back on some crack, spark the smokin
there aint no feeling worse...then a heart thats broken, stop provoking,
listen up...2 b with u i dissed my doggs..
but u left me all alone..it pissed me off...where to go?
on my grave I swear it yo, first love i ever had, cuz i have never cared befo
shit i put my faith in u...after all this shit...never thought that i'd b facing u
played ya cards like a scam
enough of this...my regards 2 ya man

Hook-
Ash's to ash's never this..broken heart ruthlesss..
u only not lost me, you lost my trust, i put my faith in u..
and you just threw it away..but like they say..rainy days lead to sunny days..
(x2)

Verse2:
past memories of love, im remmenissin...close ya eyes, stop and listen
cuz my ego is 2 big, i put an end 2 all the bitching, gotta keep on going
when ya broke the news, it was my blood that seized their flowing
precious beats where slowing...i was close 2 death...but i choose my breath
held the knive against my veins but i shouldn't do it...
hold the rights 2 end the pain...but i couldnt do it, spill the fluid
seeking reasons for a life...had a struggle with the dark..,asking jesus for some light
and im sure that he provided...cuz im seeing clearly now
i know that u can hear me now...it lasted like a month or 7
saw it all from hell 2 heaven...let ya kno im glad it happened girl
eventho the big ass distance we where still 2gether girl
twisted up the definition of 4ever girl...i wanna say..be4 this letter ends
thank u 4 it all...but im a better man

Hook-
Ash's to ash's never this..broken heart ruthlesss..
u only not lost me you lost my trust, i put my faith in u..
and you just threw it away..but like they say..rainy days lead to sunny days..
(x3)

TRACK= "PEOPLE TRYING"
ALBUM= "THE UNREAL E.P."
WRITTEN BY= PABLO POE HIMSELF

Hook-

People is trying to put me out of music..
but they could'nt do it..my shit is fluid..
and fluent than most mc's can do it..
people is trying and tryed to do it..
but instead feed me some influence..

Verse1:
At a certain time in my life, i lost the ability to write..
I aint trying to get up and be known my sencerity is 2 write..
I love it more than anything well maybe not anything...
theres other things i love too but not everything is loving..
or to be loved, believe it or not, i write some dope poems..
but yo i'm just scared to show'em - yeh to people out there..i kno'em..
They'd probally laugh and look at me and not believe my words..
it hurts, knowing the best thing u can do u write in words..
and have it laughed at - so i'd rather stick to rap..
my words is benavalent level is something very influent...
(but still....)

Hook-
People is trying to put me out of music..
but they could'nt do it..my shit is fluid..
and fluent than most mc's can do it..
people is trying and tryed to do it..
but instead feed me some influence..

Verse2:
Theres no reason to stop me, and call me whack..
if u dont like my shit, than just stop the track..
and throw the cd out, man all i do is rap..
and write poems, in my freetime which all day..
i dont do homework or nothin i juss write the rhymes i say..
or whatever my mind stimulates, or even hates..
if i dont like somethin i'll write a diss to state..
that i hate it, and maybe spit that i cant take it..
face it man, i'm not going no where even after i die..
my unreleased tracks will be heard and will be passed by..
to other mc's to learn some dope shit about me..
and how i write some rhymes different from most mc's..
but yo keep trying to take me off the radio and speaker's..
and mp3 computer reader's....

Hook-
People is trying to put me out of music..
but they could'nt do it..my shit is fluid..
and fluent than most mc's can do it..
people is trying and tryed to do it..
but instead feed me some influence..

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