a little gansta love

1- missy elliot (ft nicole wray and big boi) - all in my grill
2- guerilla maab - fondren and main
3- foxy brown - no one's
4- brandy - wanna be down
5- isley brothers - between the sheets
6- jodeci - feenin'
7- aaliyah - one in a million
8- crime boss - put em up
9- 112 (bad boy remix) (ft the notorious b.i.g. and mase) - only you
10- warren g - gansta love
11- 2pac - thug n me, thug n u (first ya'll do me, then i'll fuck y'all!)
12- pimp tyte and esg - thug love
13- little italy (ft silkk the shocker) - ghetto fame
14- too $hort, 2pac, mc breed - for my hustlers
15- 8ball and mjg - it's like candy
16- da brat and jd - just wanna party
17- 2pac - live and die in la

by dj screw
part one
part two

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all we know how to do is screw it

mostly from don deal and dusk 2 dawn mixtapes. i found links to the dj screw discography, if such a thing could be complete, this is pretty close. hit me up ill give you the link. meantime, turn this up and enjoy.

part one
part two

1- if i ruled the world (nas + tupac)
2- big momma thang (lil kim + jay-z ) (one of my fav kim songs - original is great too, lyrics below)
3- rapper's ball/black superman (e-40/above the law) (this song is insane!!!)
4- can't stop the reign (shaq + biggie)
5- call me (daz)
6- i likes to funk (above the law)
7- sittin on top of the world (da brat)
8- what that mail like (spice 1)
9- snoops upside ya head (snoop dogg)
10- it's just the way it go (above the law)
11- show me u ain't a hater (too $hort)
12- u ain't never had a friend like me (tupac)

I used to be scared of the dick
Now I throw lips to the shit
Handle it like a real bitch
Heather Hunter, Janet Jack-me
Take it in the butt, yah, yazz wha
I got land in Switzerland, even got sand in the Marylands
Bahamas in the spring, baby, it's a Big Momma thing
Can't tell by the diamonds in my rings
That's how many times I wanna cum, twenty-one
And another one, and another one, and another one
24 carots nigga
That's when I'm fuckin wit' the average nigga
Work the shaft, brothers be battin' me, and oh
Don'tcha like the way I roll
And play wit' my bushy
Tell me what's on your mind when your tongues in the pussy I
s it marriage Damn, this bitch is bad
Baby carriage Damn, I love that ass
Shit no, on a dime shit is mine
Got to keep 'em comin' all the time why

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why your mad at me

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why youre mad at me

Before I caught some niggas disease, got caught with his ki's
Big scooped a young bitch off her knees
Threw me at high priced Beam's
Face on tv's, platinum CD's
Shit, I never faught
Saw a nigga whah, pussy greased up
Stack the g's up, keeps the knees up
What the fuck, stay fillin, half a millin
Geneva Diva, yeah, I throws it down
Lay around, clown the clock stops for no one
Never 68 and owe 1, takes one to know one
Better off wit the Playboy magazines uh, fuckin' wit da Don
Push the keys, G's threes for pape's
Yeah, I ride crate state to state
Lieutenant takes mad dimes from New York to Anaheim
While you daydreamin' wine, I'll just keep gettin mine
And I'm married to this
Ya'll strategy misses still plannin weddin's
M.A.F.I.A. also deadens all the bullshit Any type of threatens to pull shit, uh

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DIG THIS SHIT

since the previous screw mixes have basically been badass things meant to blow out your speakers and take you to that other level in the sky...i toned it down with this one so you can slowly slide down the banister into one of those bean bag sacks made of sweet, smooth, and sexy sounds (with some exceptions in terms of subject matter)
uploaded some of my favorites individually

part one
part two

1- boom - mac mall
2- in the house/best friends - brandy
3- fire it up - da brat
4- bangen screw - woss ness
5- shinin - dj dmd/a week ago- jay-z
6- one more chance - notorious b.i.g.
7- g ride
8- high with the blanksta - point blank
9- tales from the hood - domino
10- bad news - too $hort
11- the game goes on - k-rino and z-ro
12-do g's get to go to heaven? - richie rich
13- reason for rhyme - eightball and mjg
14- lay your head on this pillow - richie rich
15-we can freak it - kurupt
16- g's roll 4 deep/swang and bang - esg (~20mins but so good)

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versatile style

dj screw: do g's get to go to heaven? - richie rich
(1) dj screw: reason for rhyme - mjg & eightball
(2) same song, different version

original mjg track on yt
original richie rich track on yt

i posted the richie rich song because the first version of reason for rhyme uses the richie rich beat and it makes the song so different from not only it's original version, but the second chopped/screwed version as well. you can enjoy both songs on totally different levels. another thing i love about dj screw's mixes. for a particularly great song, he will use it mulitple ways so you can really just trip out on them both and experience all their facets. like when he rewinds a certain lyric and plays it again and again and then just chops it up so the words are barely distinguishable. this happens on the second version. i like the first one a lot though because it lends this slow and sad character to the song once you've come from listening to the richie rich track, they follow each other on dj screw's mix. you can really focus on the lyrics in this one although the climax of the song sounds and feels totally different in each version. the second version is really epic because dj screw takes that climax to a whole nother level and it's so fucking amazing. he really goes wild on the turntables and picks out the craziest rhymes to play over and over again. i love when you can tell that dj screw had a lot of fun screwing the song and how much he just enjoys the song for itself. just the way he treats the best parts of this song can inform you about that i think. he makes you feel it just like it should be felt, in the club, all those bass vibrations, rhymes giving you goosebumps.

ps; new mix soon

lyrics
Verse 1, MJG, Eightball:
I'm MJG, the nigga with the versatile style
Check your calendar realize that I been here for awhile
When I was young I took the soul up out of rhythm and blues
When hip hop originated slowly paid my dues
And take my shoes, and try to walk a mile in my past
Without them salt shaker sheisters tryin to get in that ass
It's been too long, you motherfuckers fittin to feel the south
Shut your mouth, shut your do you little freak ass hoe
I'm bout tired of all this damn east and west coast shit
Especially when other niggaz tryin to work in this bitch
I paid my dues to the fullest, worked to god damn hard
For you too kill the industry and leave me out of a job
You niggaz strain yourself, to maintain yourself
And now you playin with enough rope to actually hang yourself
But you don't care, hell, you constantly fallin deep in the plot
Mesmerized from all the bitches and the money you got
You must of forgot they said that rap would never last ten years
And if your selfish to the fact, I'm tryin to have a career
Now listen here, what do we have, we got probable cause
To keep the pen on the paper and the glock in your drawers, nigga

Remember back when we used to do this shit for fun
Bein the dopest on my block made me ranked number one
No gun, just a pen and notebook paper by the sheet
In the crib, gettin funky off the next nigga beat
No electronics to make the shit that I wrote the chronic
Shit sick enough to bring vomit from your stomach
Quick as a comet, shield your eyes from the UV
Groovey, like a nigga from a Batman movie
Real about the shit that I express over dope beats
You can't say it was fake unless you grew up on my street
Concrete head niggaz, runnin from FED niggaz,
Po' ass scared niggaz, that came out dead niggaz
And all I ever wanted to be was an emcee
Did a little dirt and found it wasn't for me
Poetry flowin through my bloodstream like a drug
I'm addicted to rhyme because I love the buzz, nigga

My reason for rhyme
Because I'm true to this rap
My reason for rhyme
Because I'm real with this rap
My reason for rhyme
It ain't all about the cheese
Even though fat lp's can make a nigga g's

Verse 2, MJG:
My reason for rhymin, while I'm in, a position to be tellin
It's not about the fame and them bitches who be yellin
At my concerts, one verse, dicks up, quick fuck
Lies start spreadin now you tangled in a mix up
I gits up, do sits up, and squeeze my mental mindrame back in order
And use my hand as a tape recorder
Jottin down all the information placed in front of me
The good time, the bad time, the way I think it oughta be
Now follow G, can you comprehend?
If you can then drink a shot of Hen
Hit this hand on your silver end
Friends don't be friends and foes don't be foes
However the way you bring it, that's how you want it, I suppose
I can stay up out the game keep my aim on my paper
And I'll be sure to keep my pimpin real with Tony Draper
And I'll potray the man that I'm known to be
Dim the lights (Hip-tie) for the MJG


Verse 3, Eightball:
Give me a crowd of wild niggaz who love real hip hop
And watched smoke get soaked up, like water in a mop
Drop presidents among me and my own folk
And let that bullshit walk among the past with ghosts
Ain't no hope of bein takin seriously
When limited avenues are given to me
So, naturally I take shit and make shit mine
Jackin only for position in this thing called rhyme
Freestyle, not great, but if you wait for a second
I could write some shit down that could get a gold record
Thought about not the first thing that I think about
MJG and Eightball and hard is how we comin out
Runnin out, niggaz who can't hold on like En Vogue
Even though I moved out the mound I'm still ten toed
Down for the shit I do, the Suave House crew
True to this shit, because this shit is so true

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dj screw : tupac - it ain't easy

tupac - it ain't easy by dj screw
--and an alternative version



it takes me a while to get through a mixtape, usually i'll listen to each one all the way through at work and add the songs with beats and lyrics that catch my ear to a playlist and then i go home and figure out track names and rearrange the tracks into other playlists for my personal purposes. so i noticed this tupac song but i didn't pay that much attention to it until i was driving khrystean home late one night and i turned the stereo up because i could tell the song was about to get good. i love this song because it has this beautiful, sunny, happy-go-lucky beat to it that makes me think of driving around in the summer sunshine, "getting high, watchin the cops roll by", "late night hangin out til the sunrise". it's just so great. and then tupac is rapping about prison, having nightmares about getting killed, dreaming of being a rap star, his cousins dying...really dark stuff. i really like the contrast of light and dark in the music and lyrics.

lyrics
Keepin it real
I take a shot of Henessey now I'm strong enough to face the madness
Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash
Phone calls from my niggaz on the, other side
Two childhood friends just died, I couldn't cry
A damn shame, when will we ever change
And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brain
Arguments with my Boo is true
I spend mo' time with my niggaz than I do with you
But everywhere it's the same thang, that's the game
I'll be damned if a thang changed, fuck the fame
I'll be hustling to make a mill-ion, lord knows
Ain't no love for us ghetto children, so we cold
Rag top slowin down, time to stop for gas
Beep my horn for a hoochie with a proper ass, uhh
It ain't easy, that's my motto
Drinkin Tanqueray straight out the bottle
Everybody wanna know if I'm insane
My baby mama gotta mind full of silly games
And all the drama got me stressin like I'm hopeless, I can't cope
Me and the homies smokin roaches, cause we broke
Late night hangin out til the sunrise gettin high
Watchin the cops roll by
It ain't easy... that's right

It ain't easy, being me
Will I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free

I can't sleep niggaz plottin on to kill me while I'm dreamin
Wake up sweaty and screamin, cause I can hear them suckers schemin
Probably paranoid, problem is, them punks be fantasizin
A brother bite the bullet, open fire and I died
I wonder why this the way it is, even now
Lookin out for these killer kids, cause they wild
Bill Clinton can you recognize a nigga representin
Doin twenty to life in San Quentin
Gettin calls from my nigga Mike Tyson, ain't nuttin nice
Yo 'Pac, do something righteous witcha life
And even thou you innocent you still a nigga, so they figure
Rather have you behind bars than triggers
But I'm hold ya down and holla Thug Life, lickin shots
Til I see my niggaz free on the block
But no it ain't easy, hahahah
Til I see my niggaz free, on the block, oh
It ain't easy

Lately been reminiscin
bout Peppermint Schnapps in Junior High hit the block
Keep an eye on the cops while D-Boys slang rocks
It's the project kid without a conscience, I'm havin dreams
of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers
through the years tryin to stack a little green
I was only seventeen, when I started servin fiends
And I wish there was another way to stack a dollar
So my apoli', casue these hard times make me wanna holler
Will I live to see tommorrow, am I fallin off?
I hit the weed and then proceed to say fuck all of y'all
Ain't nobody down with me I'm thuggin, I can't go home
Cause muh-fuckers think I'm buggin, so now I'm in
this high powered cell at the county jail
Punk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what
do I do in these county blues
Gettin battered and bruised by the you know who
And these fakes get to shakin when they face me
Snakes ain't got enough nuts to replace me
Sittin in this, livin hell, listenin to niggaz yell
Tryin to torture em to tell, I'm gettin mail
But ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts
is makin bucks while these sluts is gettin fucked
They violated my probation, and it seems
I'll be goin on a long vacation, meanwhile
It ain't easy
No it ain't easy

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