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Beat 102.7 Radio Station Transcript by MC_FAQS

Version: 1.0 | Updated: 08/11/16

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Grand Theft Auto IV
The Beat 102.7 Radio Station Transcript

Writer: MC_FAQS
Version: 1.0 as of 08/11/16 (mm/dd/yy)
Last Updated: 10/08/16 (started)
Status: Base Version (posted)
Copyright: 2016 MC_FAQS
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Note: This script strictly refers to the content included only in the GTA IV
rendition of the station, and does NOT refer to any content included in the
Episodes for Liberty City (The Lost and Damned AND/OR The Ballad of Gay Tony)
rendition.

Note2: You can mail me for corrections, additions and/or suggestions  for THIS
FAQ at ik328.andr@gmail.com, and you can also . DO NOT send me any emails NOT
RELATED to this specific FAQ. DO NOT mail me as well if you want to insult me,
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(1A,1B,2A,2B,3A,3B, if available) where you consider your text needed. Describe
who says it (or if it's a song lyric, which song) and why it should be there.
- FOR SUGGESTIONS: Describe why your suggestion should be taken into account.

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Contents (#con)
0. Update Log (#log)
1. Description (#des)
1A. About The Beat 102.7 (#abt)
1B. Radio Station hosts/DJs (#djs)
2. Soundtrack (#ost)
2A. DJ Green Lantern's soundtrack (#st1)
2B. DJ Mister Cee's soundtrack (#st2)
3. The Beat 102.7 transcript (#scr)
3A. Part 1: DJ Green Lantern's section aka The Invasion (#inv)
3B. Part 2: DJ Mister Cee's section (#cee)
4. Legal Stuff (#lgl)
5. Credits and Thanks (#thx)
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0. Update Log (#log)
Dates: mm/dd/yy
8/10/16 2:30PM: After searching a dozen websites for a script for this station,
I've finally decided to write my own first FAQ about it, because it's never too
late to write a GTA FAQ. Started creating the format and design, inspired by
other transcript FAQs I've read.
3:20PM: Finally finished all the design, format and soundtrack. Also set up a
nice description about the station and hosts. Now I can focus on the transcript
itself. Laptop battery still holding strong, as opposed to me. Better eat
something first.
5:00PM: Got halfway through Green Lantern's segment. Will log off now, going
out.
9:00PM: Started writing more of the script, also changed a few visual aspects.
Going easier than I expected.
10:40PM: Finished off DJ Green Lantern's segment. Quite tired now, will do
more tomorrow.
8/11/16 12:20PM: Started DJ Mister Cee's segment, also completed a few jingles
in the first segment. Planning to finish today.
2:00PM: Got halfway through DJ Mister Cee's segment, took me a bit more time
to get info on Flashing Lights by Kanye West. Laptop battery almost ran out, so
I had to plug it in.
3:10PM: Finally finished the station transcript, will now do the Legal bit and
everything else, and that's it. I'll include an email adress if you want to
make 		corrections/additions or anything that's RELATED and USEFUL to the FAQ.
	3:30PM: Finished off the FAQ, I will post it now on the site.
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1. Description (#des)
This transcript was written by MC_FAQS, with help from the VCPR Script by Joe
the Destroyer and the Grand Theft Auto IV Game Script by InfernoSD aka
InfernoDragon. Design and format inspired by the mentioned scripts and authors.
Cheesy ASCII title by InfernoSD.
This FAQ represents the script for the Grand Theft Auto IV in-game radio
station The Beat 102.7. This includes radio jingles, DJ commentary and song
lyrics.

This FAQ strictly refers to the content in the GTA IV rendition and NOT the
Episodes from Liberty City rendition. It does NOT represent a walkthrough nor
does it include any transcript that is not related to The Beat 102.7 station.
For a Grand Theft Auto IV Game Script please refer to the script made by
InfernoSD on GameFAQs. For a walkthrough of the game we have a nice Walkthrough
FAQ on the same site by Ratchet12345. For any other radio station transcript
other than The Beat 102.7 please do a Google search for the respective
station/script.

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~ 1A. About The Beat 102.7 (#abt)
"The home of hip hop in the home of the hip hop: Liberty City. New and
exclusive joints mixed by your hosts - The Finisher, DJ Mister Cee and The Evil
Genius, DJ Green Lantern." -GTA IV Website
The Beat 102.7 is a radio station in Grand Theft Auto IV and Grand Theft Auto:
Episodes from Liberty City based on New York City's hip-hop and R&B radio
station, Hot 97 and/or Power 105.1. The playlists heavily emphasises the New
York hip-hop scene, with the vast majority of artists coming from that area,
though some artists from the South and Midwest are also featured. The station
broadcasts from South Bohan, Bohan, in Liberty City, and plays Hip Hop,
Rhythmic contemporary, 00's East Coast Hip Hop and Contemporary Hip Hop.
// From gta.wikia.com/The_Beat_102.7 \\

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~ 1B. Radio Station hosts/DJs (#djs)

DJ Mister Cee (aka The Finisher)- Born as Calvin LeBrun on August 17, 1966 in
Brooklyn, New York, he is an American hip hop DJ, former radio personality, and
a respected record producer. He is the co-host of The Beat 102.7 in Grand Theft
Auto IV, along with DJ Green Lantern. DJ Mister Cee voices himself. He is a
personality of Hot 97, a very famous New York radio station that The Beat 102.7
is meant to parody. DJ Mister Cee has worked with prestigious classic artists
like the late The Notorious B.I.G. and Big Daddy Kane.

DJ Green Lantern (aka The Evil Genius)- A New York DJ who began work with
Shady/G-Unit Records in 2002, until he and 50 Cent had a falling out in 2005.
He has since then worked with Def Jam (until 2007) and independently with most
of the rappers heard on his segment. Like many of his mixtapes, his segment is
referred to as "Invasion". Other than Busta Rhymes, Styles P, and Maino, his
segment features more underground rappers. Unlike a small portion of DJ Mister
Cee's segments, all the songs in his segment were originally made for the game.

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2. Soundtrack (#ost)
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~ 2A. DJ Green Lantern's soundtrack (#st1)

Styles P - "What's the Problem" (2008)

Uncle Murda - "Anybody Can Get It" (2008)

Qadir - "Nickname" (2008)

Busta Rhymes - "Where's My Money" (2008)

Maino - "Getaway Driver" (2008) (Note: a freestyle session starts during the
intermission after this song)

Fevah Leevah - "Freestyle" (2008)

Red Cafe - "Stick'm" (2008)

Tru Life - "Wet 'Em Up" (2008)

Johnny Polygon - "Price on Your Head" (2008)

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~ 2B. DJ Mister Cee's soundtrack (#st2)

Swizz Beatz - "Top Down" (2008)

Nas - "War Is Necessary" (2008)

Kanye West (feat. Dwele) - "Flashing Lights" (2007)

Joell Ortiz (feat. Jadakiss & Saigon) - "Hip Hop (Remix)" (2008)

Fat Joe (feat. Lil Wayne) - "Crackhouse" (2008)

Mobb Deep (from H.N.I.C. Part 2 Sessions) - "Dirty New Yorker" (2008)

Ghostface Killah (feat. Kid Capri) - "We Celebrate" (2007)

Styles P (feat. Sheek Louch & Jadakiss) - "Blow Your Mind (Remix)" (2008)

Papoose - "Stylin'" (2008)

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3. The Beat 102.7 transcript (#scr)
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~ 3A. Part 1: DJ Green Lantern's section aka The Invasion (#inv)

*DJ Green Lantern enters the station after being announced by Mister Cee*
Man: This is my station!
Announcer: The Beat is the sound of the streets!
Man: That's right!
Announcer: Brought to you by a corporate radio station run by a bunch of
failures and ties who couldn't make it as DJs. The Beat!
*frequency is being derranged and switches between a few stations before
broadcasting The Beat again*
DJ Green Lantern: Please be clear: this IS an Invasion! Gr-Green Lantern!
Rapper: It's Liberty City, you wanna fight, let's ride through Liberty City.
Drive through Liberty City.
DJ Green Lantern: Broker, Dukes, Bohan and Schottler, I got niggas saying...
Man: This's an invasion!
DJ Green Lantern: Turn up your radio, turn-turn up your radio, Green Lantern,
Invasion on the bones.
Announcer: It's DJ Green Lantern, on The Beat!
DJ Green Lantern: This is an Invasion, the Evil Genius DJ Green Lantern, 102.7
The Beat! You already know: Dukes, Broker, Schottler, all boroughs is going
down today right HERE right NOW!
Man: Liberty Cityy! This an Invasion!
*Styles P- What's the Problem plays*

        "What's the Problem?" || Lyrics

Yeah, it's the heart is out
Cut you up, throw you out on the day I put the garbage out
In the glad bag or the hefty, shoot with the lefty
Nobody test me, told you I'll cut class
Bruise from your ear to your mustache
Fuck around, nigga you'll be swallowin' crushed glass
Back on my hard shit, back on my yard shit
Back on my scarred shit
Thirty sets a day still hatin' the bar shit
Nice with a hawk like a Navy Seal who is the target?
Make the walls look likes it's red paint, red rug
Need a little love, nigga get you a lead hug
My bullets gon' frap, gun in my backpack
Fuck all the chit chat, my shit got kicked back
Your face I split that, kickin' in the door ask 'em
Where is the bricks at? Nigga

What the fuck is the problem?
What the fuck is the problem?
What the fuck is the problem?
Niggas is gettin' shot down
Niggas is gettin' shot down
Niggas is gettin' shot down
Niggas is gettin' shot down

I don't give a fuck if he's famous
Still knock the one, shotgun to his anus
Then to his kneecap, then to his shoulder
Soldier, should of read my file or folder
I'm colder than Antarctica or Alaska
The blaster, you don't need a rocket, I'll get you to NASA
I told you, ain't nobody nicer, fuck with the shyster
You gettin' sliced up, I ain't finished yet, this only my start up
Catch him outside then I'm shootin' his car up
Tell him sayonara, there's no more tomorrow
No more today now, go 'head lay down
Pop, pop, pop, nigga go 'head stay down
We don't play clown, this ain't the circus
You makin' me nervous, what is your purpose?
One more move, it's your funeral service

*music cuts*
DJ Green Lantern: Here we go! Here we go! Uncle Murda! GMG! Green Lantern on
The Beat! Uncle Murda! Ohhh!
*Uncle Murda- Anybody Can Get It plays*

        "Anybody Can Get It" || Lyrics

Anybody can get it
And I ain't got a problem takin' care of the witness
Money, power, respect
For that money, I'll pop whoever in the neck
For that money, I'll pop whoever in the neck

I bust guns and them drugs I move it
Police know what I do but they can't prove it
I'll take your car, music bumpin' like what?
I don't know how to drive, I'ma crash your whip up

Then jump out the car, look police on my ass
I smoke too much, I can't run that fast
Then I turn around and start squeezin' at the coppers
They all fall back when I pull out that big chopper

Lil' homie, go ask your big brother
He'll tell you I'm the truth, that's word to your mother
I hate the cops and I know they hate me
I gotta smoke haze so I don't shoot at police

GMG for life and my killas is with me
It ain't hard to tell, I run Liberty City
Every project and south block in the city
They'll tell you listen to Murda, that boy gettin' busy

From Broker to Dukes, Bohan to Schottler
I got niggas sayin', I already shot ya
Yeah, I got my fo' fifth, yeah, I got a full clip
Yeah, GMG backin' up on my bullshit

I ain't gon' shoot ya leg or shoot you in the arm
I might shoot ya in the head or shoot ya baby moms
I put that work in but I ain't goin' to prison
I don't care 'bout that broad, anybody can get it

*music cuts for radio jingle*
Announcer: It's corporate America trying to beat down...and sell you things.
The Beat!
Woman: You know!
Announcer: 102.7!
*radio jingle ends*
DJ Green Lantern: The Evil Genius! Yo! It's an Invasion!
*Qadir- Nickname starts playing*
Yo, I got a name for all my guns
I nickname 'em, ya dig? Qadir
DJ Green Lantern: It's The Invasion music!
*Qadir- Nickname plays*

        "Nickname" || Lyrics

I got a nickname for all my guns
a Desert Eagle that I call Big Pun
a two shot that I call Tupac
and a dirty pistol that love to crew hop
my TEC 9 Imma call T-Pain
my 3-8 snub Imma call Lil Wayne
machine gun named Missy so loud
it go e-e-e-e-ow e-e-e-e-e-e-blaow

I ain't a tag popper
or a collar popper
I pop cops Khe Sanh like a helicopter
bullets move rocket g-force
hit em full force with the impact of C4
I bang out change the route give you detours
walkin my shoes guaranteed to make your feet sore
my P80 make you do three eighties
straight jacket on my block cuz I drive the street crazy

Qadir
I'm about to blow up
Peter Pan Baby 9 it'll never grow up
if I ever catch a body I never throw up
there's DNA on the crime scene over ya
if you dudes got ice that's really nice
got my Mossberg shotty that I call Kelly Price
here to sing you a gospel
if you niggas is hostile
firearm might fuck up your posture
and you know I got the TEC with the inf
take your diamonds and pearls with my pump named Prince
keep the leather glove no hints
cops come calm down case closed no prints
you haters won't make to the mornin
so much heat it could cause global warmin
and you know I keep the room for somethin foreign
so when you hear shots just know it's not a warnin

I got a nickname for all my guns
a Desert Eagle that I call Big Pun
a two shot that I call Tupac
and a dirty pistol that love to crew hop
my TEC 9 Imma call T-Pain
my 3-8 snub Imma call Lil Wayne
machine gun named Missy so loud
it go e-e-e-e-ow e-e-e-e-e-e-blaow

*song ends*
DJ Green Lantern: 102.7 The Beat, The Evil Genius DJ Green Lantern, Liberty
City is on fire as usual, this IS an Invasion, ya heard me? I got Noodles in
here, and Gotta Black Team Invasion, what's poppin' off in the city right now?
Gotta Black: This Gotta Black here live in the studio, gettin' reports from all
over the city. This one is from Algonquin, Algonquin's got a lotta artillery
being shot off, the East side of Algonquin is off the limit, the South side is
safe, so if you're in the highways, make it to the South side.
DJ Green Lantern: Invasion 102.7 The Beat!
*cuts off to radio jingle*
Announcer: The hottest jams, the hottest bling, the hottest commercials and
imaging, targeting towards our denigration. We channel eighteen to twenty-four
year olds, who don't know how to manage their money yet. The Beat: 102.7!
*Busta Rhymes- Where's My Money plays*

        "Where's My Money" || Lyrics

Ayo Green, I feel like I'm turnin' green too!
From Bill bitch be!, to some incredible Hulk shit!
I don't even know why you give me shit like this to spit to?
I'm sure we speak the same language
Fuck you bitches, pay me!

(Ha)
Wait a minute, came to go get it, ranger fitted
Whenever it come to paper, better know I'm major with it
Make it rain a major blizzard, leather alligator lizard
I Talledega race any challenger name a digit
Even if on the slightest you take a smidget
Or dare touch my revenue I slice you with the razor quit it
Icey till I make it frigid, (burr),
The laws of physics says it's getting cold, my money taller than a hall of
midgets
I get up all up in it
Kickin' down the door (Who is it!?)
Bitch I be the crew of bill collectors, pay the mall a visit
After cleanin' bank accounts you questioned if
I gave a shit if not I tell the truth so you could tell em that the player did

It (hey ya)
It's OK I say a prayer it's the mayor bitch slayer
Givin' you another layer of the data tritick
Bust rhymes, hittin' you with punch lines
Funny how I fuck dimes, bitch you know I want mine
Where my fuckin' money?!

I ain't speakin' foreign, you know what I'm saying
Better have my bread nigga I ain't playin'
(Bitch, where my fucking money?)
Mark every word, spoken reddish so your pussy
If you think I'm jokin'
(muhfucker, where my fuckin' money?)
Think I still ain't crazy cause I cut my dread
And if you short my cake I'm off side of your head
(bitch where my fuckin' money?)

(Oh)
Critical it's pitiful I'm cynical
How I deliver lyricals and take these other niggas paper
Topsy-tervy controversy I'm so thirsty go no mercy
For some of these bitches, I collect my money now and later
Keep it movin' with the clique, while making bitches hit the strip
Cake up everyday I wake I rate the way my money flip
I want it's mine, borderline, call it crime, all the shine I'm takin it
Ain't no mistakin' it nigga what's yours is mine
No need to second guess it check I'm the gloss
And grind the gritty and the floss, the profit and the loss all intertwined
Because I profit from your losses
You don't want it, you should get it
In the hood with you money, I extended my line of CREDIT
The medic, doctor rhymes that put you on a dihharettic shrinkin' up a nigga
pockets
Simple niggas style pathetic
Bust rhymes, hittin' you with punch lines
Funny how I fuck dimes, bitch you know I want mine
Where my fuckin' money?!

I ain't speakin' foreign, you know what I'm saying
Better have my bread nigga I ain't playin'
(Bitch, where my fucking money?)
Mark every word, spoken reddish so your pussy
If you think I'm jokin'?
(Muhfucker, where my fuckin' money?)
Think I still ain't crazy cause I cut my dread
And if you short my cake I'm off side of your head
(bitch where my fuckin' money?)
*song ends*
DJ Green Lantern: Please be clear. This IS an Invasion! Green Lantern!
*Maino- Getaway Driver plays*

        "Getaway Driver" || Lyrics

As soon as we see em, I'm a pull over you goin hop out
Don't say a word, walk up to em
Put the clip in his mouth
Then jump back up in the whip
Don't leave the gun that's movie shit
We goin use that same joint again
I peel off, runnin through the stop signs
Foot up on the gas, got a car full of hot iron
I'm flyin hand on the steering wheel, other on the semi kid
Fuck the police, I'll show em where the heavy is
You shoot em up I'm the getaway driver, speeding up the runway
Holdin the 4 5 up, we jus niggas then merc up in and smile at em
You ready then hop in nigga and we goin ride up

You shoot em up and I'm the getaway driver
Hop in my car I'm the getaway driver
The cops comin I'm the getaway driver
Getaway getaway getaway driver

You shoot em up and I'm the getaway driver
Hop in my car I'm the getaway driver
The cops comin I'm the getaway driver
Getaway getaway getaway driver

*song cuts*
DJ Green Lantern: 102.7 The Beat, this is an Invasion, The Evil Genius DJ Green
Lantern, Liberty City's ON FIRE! And right now, the STUDIO's on fire, we're
gonna open these mics up, and let my man, Feevah Leevah get the freestyle
session poppin' right now! Okay, Feevah Leevah, let's get it in!
Feevah Leevah: LIBERTY CITYYY!
*Feevah Leevah does a freestyle session*

DJ Green Lantern: That's my man, Feevah Leevah, I told y'all man, this an
Invasion!
Announcer: Touch that-touch that-touch that dial *boom-boom-boom* You get shot
in the head! The Beat: 102.7! The Beat!
*Red Cafe- Stick 'Em starts playing*
Man: It's an Invasion!
DJ Green Lantern: It's a fuckin' Invasion you bastards!

        "Stick 'Em" || Lyrics

Blat! Blat! Stick'm! I, I stick'm
Blat! Blat! Stick'm! I, I stick'm

Ah, okay, let me get it, yeah, let me get it
I take work and push that like Calistetic
Stuck to the money, man, money magnetic
Lend me some drama, motherfucker, I set it
Off, yeah, little nigga pop off
SD stain your shirt with hot sauce (Ahh!)
Lifting your chain is light work
Paying me to style with my nice worth
Beast of the East, but they know me on the West
Yeah, I green like fools till it's note like ref
Mash out, $1.50 on the freeway
Feet to the floor, CK on the drawer
BK boss invasion on the fault (What else?)
For fif be waving at the law (What else?)
What it be like homie King Arthur
Eight, nines, twists, housewives, Steve Parker
Beef come, I beat drums; T Barker
Never take what they offer, I want it all
Arm and Hammer, hold the hammer in my arm
Bandana in my palm, with a Compton charm
Pray for the drama, I got groups on the phone
When they turn heat on, you ring the, uh, law
Now feel free to push the motherfucking panic button, bitch!

Blat! Blat! Stick'm! I, I stick'm
Blat! Blat! Stick'm! I, I stick'm

*song ends*
Announcer: The Beat: 102.7. The Beat! Where rappers come to get a career boost
*mixtape sfx* by getting shot in front of our building!
DJ Green Lantern: 102.7 The Beat, Liberty City, this IS an Invasion! It's the
club checking right now, what's poppin' in the night, Noodles?
Noodles: Dude, remember, it's going down tonight in Alderney, Green Lantern and
Team Invasion will be partying out there, we've got a lotta special guests
comin' through, and I just got the word, America's Next Top Hooker will be in
the buildin'!
DJ Green Lantern: Whoo!
Noodles: America's Next Top Hooker WILL be in the buidling, so make sure you
bring your condoms, bring your guns and have them chicks come back and ready to
GO! BLOW!
*Tru Life- Wet 'Em Up plays*

        "Wet 'Em Up" || Lyrics

Make it rain on 'em, let it all pour on 'em
Rah rah rah...
Get him wet, get him wet
Leave him drenched
Leave his ass soaking in blood

Ayo, it's back on, smash, holme, we getting our smash on
First nigga moves wrong he gon' get mashed on
To all the comrades and comradettes
Mi casa yu casa, like the Johnson Jets
For my niggas in the pen like Lance and M.K. and them
First nigga front, I'm laying him, spraying him
AK'ing him, shots to the cranium
Had a nigga run with them so he gon' have to lay with 'em
Big homie told me get 'em, Lizzy don't play with 'em
Hell yes on my back, hear [...] in the Smittys
We getting ignant, roll a whole 6 with me
Don't need a hundred mixtapes to get my point across
The game is ours, Joe Schmuck get lost
Crack the window, watch his demo get tossed
I'm pushing it, not like the homie Rick Ross
I'll push your motherfucking wig back, I'm a boss

We wet 'em up, yeah, we wet 'em up
Wet 'em up, rah rah rah...
We wet 'em up, yeah, we wet 'em up
Wet 'em up, rah rah rah...

*song cuts*
DJ Green Lantern: Okay, check this out man. Before Mister Cee comes on, we're
gonna switch gears real quick, and go to Johnny Polygon, a'ight? Johnny.
Polygon. Remember that name, man. This guy's talkin' about everybody with some
money on their head. I don' care if you in Broker, I don' care if you in Dukes,
or Bohan or Schottler, it don't make a difference man. Stay low, and keep
firing if you got that money on your head, cuz we're coming for you.
*Johnny Polygon- Price on Your Head plays*

        "Price on Your Head" || Lyrics

There's a price on your head, young man
There's a bullet with your name on it
See the posters on the wall
Can you see the posters on the wall?

There's a price on your head, young man
There's a bullet with your name on it
See the posters on the wall
Can you see the posters on the wall?

All this, all this, what's the meaning all this?
The posters on the wall and the pictures in the wallets
Call us, call us, why the hell you don't call us?
The reason should be obvious, blood is thicker than water is

So you moved in the jungle then got lost in it
And everything comes crumbling in a hot minute
It's a wonderful life with a hell of a price to pay
Pictures speak a thousand words, developed a write away

Slick flick, snap shots, rollin' by the crack spot
Fat wad of cash gets snatched up outta half knots
Or have what evers, pass my Beretta
.38 Special, perhaps they knew me better

So God bless everyone who do them thangs
Everything changed once the click clack came
God bless everyone who do them thangs
Everything changed once the click clack came

There's a price on your head, young man
There's a bullet with your name on it
See the posters on the wall
Can you see the posters on the wall?

There's a price on your head, young man
There's a bullet with your name on it
See the posters on the wall
Can you see the posters on the wall?

Got'cha name, got'cha number
Came here fall, won't make it till summer
Came here to ball, but you couldn't make a bundle
That type of downfall could make a nigga humble

Niggas been gettin' got since way way back
The mob gets even till they get paid back
And some niggas say that, and some niggas don't
Some niggas play that, and some niggas won't

As you can see me gone, with some clean jeans on
Rollin' down the boulevard with my TV's
He hopped out the fryin' pan and into the fire
Now his ass is runnin' from that gun for hire

So God bless everyone who do them thangs
Everything changed once the click clack came
It's God bless everyone who do them thangs
Everything changed once the click clack came

*song ends*
Announcer: The best DJs, the worst executives, it's the microcosm of the
hip-hop industry. The Beat! 102.7!
DJ Green Lantern: Okay, this a motherfuckin' invasion, man, it's time for me to
get outta here! The Evil Genius DJ Green Lantern, I just got word, *sirens
start playing* police is at the door right NOW, cuz I fired up that carjacked
vehicle. Mister Cee is up next, let's get it 102.7 - Invasion!
Announcer: It began on the streets of South Bohan, it's taken over the world!
This is the home of hip-hop! The Beat: 102.7!
*DJ Green Lantern exits the station*

_______________________________________________________________________________

3B. Part 2: DJ Mister Cee's section (#cee)

*DJ Mister Cee enters the station after being announced by Green Lantern*
*Swizz Beatz- Top Down starts playing*
Swizzy!
Announcer: The Beat down pitbulls are officially in the building!
Swizzy!
Announcer: With The Finisher... Mister Cee!
Swizzy Swizzy Swizzy!
Wherever you are, shine! (Swizzy!)
Wherever you are, shine! (Swizzy!)
Wherever you are, shine! (Swizzy!)
Wherever you are, shine! (Swizzy!)
DJ Mister Cee: Let's kick things off right now, man! Here's that Swizz Beatz
joining his club, Top Down! IT'S THE FINISHER MISTER CEE, MIXIN' LIVE ON THE
BEAT, LET'S GET IT CRACKIN'!!
*Swizz Beatz- Top Down continues playing*

        "Top Down" || Lyrics

Riding with my top down, wit my jewelry on hey I'm just getin my hood on
I'm just, I'm just doing my thing I'm just, I'm just do doin my thing

DJ Mister Cee: SHOUT TO ALL MY BOHAN CATS!!

Heey (yep)
Hey (yep)
Heey (yep)
Hey I said I'm riding with my top down with my jewelry on I'm just getin my
hood on

I'm in the hood bouncin
sprain like a fountain money
like a mountain tell me why ya doubtin?
I know why ya doubtin
cuz we getin paper ey tell em again swizzy (we getin our paper)
I'm in the hood top down wit my jewelry on me (on me)
wit security on me I got my goons on me
I get em off me I shake them hateas off me (i said get em off me?)
peoples is you with me
my peoples is you with me
if you got a problem that sucka come and get me!
y'all know my name you see the candy paint it spell my name Swizzy!

Ridin' with my top down, and my jewelry on
Hey, I'm just getting my hood on
I'm just, I'm just, doing my thing
I'm just, I'm just, (pimp) doing my thing
Hey (yup) hey (yup) hey (yup) hey
I said I'm ridin' with my top down, and my jewelry on
Hey, I'm just getting my hood on

It's like bum bum bum bum bum you know
the black is bumbin feenz on the corner man you know
the black is bumbin
speakers in yo trunk shit thumpin
they playin my song people is jumpin
now we got a little block party yall
it aint nuthin but henny and bacardi yall
sittin on the stoop on the milk crate
how you livin life suppose to say grate,
grater yall came form nothin
inta somethin why these niggas hatin
why these nigga fruntin we just riddin
with our tops down since I wrote this somebody got shot now

Ridin' with my top down, and my jewelry on
Hey, I'm just getting my hood on
I'm just, I'm just, doing my thing
I'm just, I'm just, (pimp) doing my thing
Hey (yup) hey

DJ Mister Cee: Once again, pick up to all my Bohan cats.

Hey I said I'm

DJ Mister Cee: Oh, we got the Triangle Club pumpin' tonight! LOVE MEEE!!

Hey, I'm just gettin'...

DJ Mister Cee: Shout to all the lovely ladies that's gonna be in the Triangle
Club tonight, man!
*song drops*
DJ Mister Cee: Here's an exclusive joint from my good friend Nas, representin'
the borough of Dukes! Pick up to all my Dukes cats out there, Mister Cee
rockin' on The Beat, LET'S DO IT!
*Nas- War is Necessary plays*

        "War is Necessary" || Lyrics

War is necessary
War brings pain
But war is necessary
War brings peace
Cause war is necessary
Getcha warriors up
Cause my niggas are war ready
War brings hate
(Esco let's go let's go let's go)

War is necessary
War brings pain
(Esco let's go)
Getcha warriors up
Cause my niggas are war ready
My niggas war ready

Staring at the face of my watch, its like a crystal ball
With the ability to make the issue stall
I told my man duck, cause I know where the missile fall
Cause the ice is a fortune teller for the rich or small
Went to my man’s crib who dead and saw his picture fall
I picked it up, his voice whispered nigga ball
So I smoke the finest, (85 for the ocean liners?)
I do it for the have-nots I'm at spots
That resembles screen savers on ya lap tops
And they cant believe it like seeing that nigga Zab drop
I be in Cameroon bandanas on silk Dior
Sip cream liqueur, green and blue FLIA velour's suits
Boss smooth, the only thing I endorse duke
Stash houses, gamble, I don’t sweat a lawsuit
All true in living god we was here first
Parisian linen garb and cashmere shirts

War is necessary
War brings pain
But war is necessary
War brings peace
Cause war is necessary
Getcha warriors up
Cause my niggas are war ready
War brings hate
(Esco let's go let's go let's go)

War is necessary
War brings pain
(Esco let's go)
Getcha warriors up
Cause my niggas are war ready
My niggas war ready

Who’s crew was realist? Shot up the movie theaters
Time square, 88 who’s crew was in it
(Photographed was?) sittin on wood wicker chairs
40oz in the lap, givin off wicked stares
Punch out kings, bustin pistols in the air
Hangin out a Cutlass Supreme window like "bitch come here"
Girls cussin back at us with the fattest asses
Like "who you callin bitch little black bastards"
We had to wave the flag, here come they baby dad
Drug dealers in the crazy jag looking crazy mad
They all thought they was sparkle, fucking killer men
But we was all black seeds as Fred Williamson
It was so simple.
Now I’m refelctin in this gold Enzo
Face it, my favorite trinket was that Teddy riley guy bracelet
So now its fly shit I’m draped in. Customized shit I’m makin

War is necessary
War brings pain
But war is necessary
War brings peace
Cause war is necessary
Getcha warriors up
Cause my niggas are war ready
War brings hate
(Esco let's go let's go let's go)

War is necessary
War brings pain
(Esco let's go)
Getcha warriors up
Cause my niggas are war ready

*song cuts*
DJ Mister Cee: Look, man, I know you've heard this song a million times, but
we're gonna play it AGAIN, AND AGAIN, AND AGAIN! Kanye West! Flashing Lights!
*Kanye West- Flashing Lights plays*

        "Flashing Lights" || Lyrics

Flashing lights, lights
Flashing lights, lights
Flashing lights, lights

She don't believe in shootin' stars
But she believe in shoes and cars
Wood floors in the new apartment
Couture from the store's department
You more like L'eau de Stardee shit
I'm more of the, trips to Florida
Order the h'orderves, views of the Water
Straight from the page of your favorite author
And the weather so breezy
Man why can't life always be this easy
She in the mirror dancing so sleazy
I get a call like where are you Yeezy
Try to hit you with a 'Oeur de Whopee'
Till I get flashed by the paparazzi
Damn, these niggas got me
I hate these niggas more than the Nazi

As I recall, I know you love to show off
But I never thought that you would take it this far
What do I know? Flashing lights, lights
What do I know? Flashing lights, lights

I know it's been a while
Sweetheart, we hardly talk, I was doing my thing
I know I was foul bay-bay
A-bay lately you been all on my brain
And if somebody would've told me a month ago
Fronting though, yo I wouldn't wanna know
If somebody would've told me a year ago
It'd go, get this difficult
Feeling like Katrina with no fema
Like Martin with no Gina
Like a flight with no visa
First class with the seat back I still see ya
In my past, you on the other side of the glass
Of my memory's museum
I'm just saying, Hey Mona Lisa
Come home you know you can't Rome without Caesar

As I recall, I know you love to show off
But I never thought that you would take it this far
What do I know? Flashing lights, lights
What do I know? Flashing lights, lights

As you recall, you know I love to show off
But you never thought that I would take it this far
What do you know? Flashing lights, lights
What do you know? Flashing lights, lights

*song ends*
*Joell Ortiz (feat. Jadakiss & Saigon) - Hip Hop (Remix) starts playing*

Yo do me a favor? (what?)
Accidentally step on your white sunglasses (ha ha ha)
We don't wear those over here, this is hip-hop {uh-huh}
This is Carhart jackets (yeah) Timberland boots unlaced {yup}
This is Champion hoodies, chicken wings and french fries {uhh}

DJ Mister Cee: Here's hip-hop remix right here, Joell Ortiz, Saigon, Jadakiss!
Let's do it!

        "Hip Hop (Remix)" || Lyrics

[Jadakiss]
Everybody runnin they mouth 'bout how they real
Ringtones blowin the doors off album sales
Need to be tellin the people 'bout how they feel
So that's how it all started, I'm surprised they feel I'll
Music just ain't what it used to
We used to have songs that, you could shoplift or boost to
This is the truth too, listen we gon' pop in the Juice Crew
Then run up in the mall, get loose boo
Hard streets, hard times, beats and hard rhymes
Five Percenters teachin the god lines
Two turntables, a mixer, few speakers
Haze didn't exist yet, they blew reefer
Pink Champale, plenty of malt liquor
Extension cord was ran through grandma's kitchen
Fashion statements, bats was safe then
Now, D-Block Royal bash your face in

[Joell Ortiz]
Aww man (man) this is hip-hop
Hands up, if you forever a fan of hip-hop
I wake up hip-hop, go to sleep hip-hop
Dream about hip-hop, cause I am hip-hop

Aww man (man) this is hip-hop
Hands up, if you forever a fan of hip-hop
I wake up hip-hop, go to sleep hip-hop
Dream about hip-hop, cause I am hip-hop

[Joell Ortiz]
Uhh, geah, check
I said hip-hop, started out in the park
Man I knew it was goin down from the start
I be backstage with that extra pound in my heart
Butterflies, what a vibe when I tear that whole crowd apart
It's hip-hop, my lips got problems, I spit hot shit
Watch the kid rock albums, I hurt verses
And bruise flows, who knows what's next and when
I'm like a NBA game, nothin less than 10
It's like all kinda diseases infest my pen
I'm sick [cough] I gotta spit, I can't digest my phlegm
This gift, could be a curse if you don't use it right
So call me now, tell half of these dudes good night
They let the lion out the cage, the dragon from out the cage
Dudes worship him, girls be draggin him off the stage
You dudes weak, you ruin beats, you don't hurt the track
Give your producer my contacts I'll murder that

Aww man (man) this is hip-hop
Hands up, if you forever a fan of hip-hop
I wake up hip-hop, go to sleep hip-hop
Dream about hip-hop, cause I am hip-hop

[Saigon]
Knahmean? J-O!
See you my nigga, haha
Bring this shit back man
Bring it back in time man, check

[Saigon]
Just when y'all thought Queenbridge was a wrap
Nas came back (Bridgin' the Gap)
Joey Crack told the whole map to (Lean Back)
For a second you woulda thought New York was takin the scene back
Even Ja dropped a mean track - it went "I'm from New York!"
The first city that have heads to fiend for crack
Now all I hear about is who's a Blood, who's a Crip
Religious leaders only teach half of the truth and shit
I'd rather rock a fake gold crucifix
Than them platinum white Jesus faces; he rap like he's a racist
Know a philosopher that reads the pages
So that knowledge I try to keep away from me for ages
(Aww man) It's like I'm in a race against time
Couple years ago I couldn't wait to get signed
I thought automatically that my face'll get shine
But bein lyrical was just a waste of slick rhyme
Cause so, still I annihilate though
The sire lace the place with the fireplace flow
The day y'all could fuck with me or Joell Ortiz?
That's the day Hell gon' freeze

Aww man (man) this is hip-hop
Hands up, if you forever a fan of hip-hop
I wake up hip-hop, go to sleep hip-hop
Dream about hip-hop, cause I am hip-hop

[Joell] Aww man

*song cuts for radio jingle*
Announcer: The home of hip-hop, in the home of hip-hop! Liberty City, this is
The Beat: 102.7!
*radio jingle ends*
DJ Mister Cee: I'm feeling this joint right here, man, Fat Joe, Lil Wayne!
Listen man, if you flyin' in and outta Francis International Airport, it's like
a warzone out there! Be careful, man, if you flying in-out Liberty City!
*Fat Joe feat. Lil Wayne- The Crackhouse plays*

        "The Crackhouse" || Lyrics

Oh no, Oh Joe, he did it he's back
In the back of that black Maybach trippin'
Now blow that motherfucking kush up in the sky
La la la la la la la
Bumpin' that Kanye, you can't tell me nothing, riiight?
La la la la la la la la la la
Hand on the shotgun, and I'm ridin' shotgun
Uzis, banana clips, what what, I got some
Bullets are wholesale, food stamps, coupons
Yellow mustard Phantom car it Grey Poupon
I can make it Pacman Jones in here too long
We up a hundred grand whenever I hear a new song
C'mon c'mon there's too many ringtones
2.8 whatcha want me to tell ya?
Make it rain, Mary Anna go and grab an umbrella
Ella, ella, ella, HOLY SHIT!
So much coke a nigga have to shovel it
So much coke a nigga change his government
Now we can all sing along for the fuck of it
Crack, crack, crack, crack!
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Heeey, this is the crackhouse, welcome to the crackhouse
I mean I'm talkin' more parties than a frat house
This is a problem, this is not music
I hope you find it cuz he about to lose it
Joey don't do it, Joey done did it
Joey keep doin' it until you're done wit' it
Bring em to the crackhouse, show em the crackhouse
Take em to the crackhouse, we in the crackhouse

[Fat Joe]
You gotta touch your toes or I'm out
Fuck a club I got a strip pole in my house (yeah!)
6 million ways to make it rain, hold up
Conflicts in my chain from Angola
Convicts in my plane when we roll up
And they hustle yay NOT VITAMIN WATER
Fat cuz I'm so rich, rich cuz I'm so hood
Uzi your whole whip, nigga I'm that hood
You flow cold but Joe flow sicker
Even Reverend Al be like, "Joe's that nigga!"
John Gotti, Supreme Team show
These are the niggas you compare to Joe, HELLO!

[Lil Wayne]
This is the crackhouse, welcome to the crackhouse
I mean I'm talkin' more pies than a frat house
This is a problem, this is not music
I hope you find it cuz he about to lose it
Joey don't do it, Joey done did it
Joey keep doin' it until you're done wit' it
Bring em to the crackhouse, it's the crackhouse
Walk em to the crackhouse, we in the crackhouse

[Lil Wayne]
Get em, Joey just get em
Get em, get on them
And if they piss you off you shit on them
And if they piss you off you shit on them

[Fat Joe]
Hey Weez just stop right there
Shit I don't let em go, get the whole block clear
These niggas actors, they are not there
And thier time's tickin' like an Audemars
First nigga pop up and we gave him the piece
Next nigga pop up leave him under the sheets
C'mon papa, you talkin to ME
Ain't nobody else runnin' these streets COCKSUCKER!

[Lil Wayne]
Heeey, this is the crackhouse, welcome to the crackhouse

DJ Mister Cee: Pick up to everybody representin' Algonquin, pick up to all my
Broker cats, that's my hometown, you know what I mean, Broker till I die! Pick
up to all my cats representin' Dukes, pick up to all my people representin' the
Holland: from North Holland, East Holland, and Northwood. Pick up to all my
cats representin' Bohan, and shout out to all the people representin' Alderney!
Mister Cee mixin' live on The Beat, let's get it to this right here. It's an
exclusive Mobb Deep joint -and you heard it here first- with The Finisher
Mister Cee on The Beat! Fuck all the other radio stations - The Beat is what it
is! Mobb Deep, shouts to my man Prodigy, let's do it!
*Mobb Deep- Dirty New Yorker plays*

        "Dirty New Yorker" || Lyrics

Yeah...

[Prodigy]
Baby mama let's roll, here we go, Cheerio, Serial
Killa with the flow and the blow and the dro'
And the gun go ring, hit 'em all in a row
AK-47, .40-Glock, .44, let 'em know from the door
How it go, it's not a joke, there's gon' be a homicide
I'mma ride, I'mma rep me a nigga up in the box
And send 'em to his folks, his bloods, his kin
The drama it don't end, bust a gun
Bust a nigga's face open with the hand
Tell 'em go tell a friend, tell a cop, tell the FEDS
I don't give a mothafuck, you niggas in the Ps
I'mma let the world see you, you're a bitch, you're a snitch
I'mma Mobb Deep gangsta, Infamous soldier
If you got a cold heart then my shit just froze over
Range Rover, Chevy Suburban, the bullet proof trim
The windows on the crib, bullet proof them

[Prodigy]
You're fucking with a Dirty New Yorker
Quens in this bitch fall back or get roped up
You're fucking with a Dirty New Yorker
Quens mothafucka, move and get smoked up

You're fucking with a Dirty New Yorker
Quens in this bitch fall back or get roped up
You're fucking with a Dirty New Yorker
Quens mothafucka, move and get smoked up

[Havoc]
Ay' let's go
Yeah, yeah I'm for the drama but I'm so laid back
A nigga get at me I'm gon' get 'em right back
I will say that, my flows so crack
You could put 'em in redtops and bump that back
On the block or the corner, you slip you a goner
Your nose's getting warmer, the Ds out for ya
Get money-money or take money-money
Always on my fly shit never catch the kid bummy
Shorty on my nuts like sweats
And it taste like metals and I swear I'm to protected
What do you expect, ho niggas from let go
Me and him was cool, just a mothafucka suck a gold
Shit, Hav' a professional, nigga kill the noise
You ain't mothafucking techno
Boy I get several, things that severe you
Can't see hell, come here here's a better view

[Prodigy]
You're fucking with a Dirty New Yorker
Quens in this bitch fall back or get roped up
You're fucking with a Dirty New Yorker
Quens mothafucka, move and get smoked up

You're fucking with a Dirty New Yorker
Quens in this bitch fall back or get roped up
You're fucking with a Dirty New Yorker
Quens mothafucka, move and get smoked up

*song cuts for radio jingle*
Announcer: Always The Beat ahead, never a Beat off. The Beat: 102.7!
*radio jingle ends*
DJ Mister Cee: I'm gettin' a lot of requests on the phones and on the tabs for
this tune right here: We Celebrate! Ghostface, Kid Capri, let's go!
*Ghostface Killah- We Celebrate plays*

        "We Celebrate" || Lyrics

Like my squad won the Super Bowl
(I just want to celebrate) Like we bangin on New Years Eve yall
(I just want to celebrate) Like we just beat trial
(I just want to celebrate) We hype for just bein here

Stones on every arm, the crib is ten million
The corks from Dom Perignon can't reach my ceiling
Four maids with four grenades
When the sun's in my face, all I do is lower the walls for shade
The pool's a pain in the ass, fifty grand on Windex kid
They keep it clean the whole bottom is glass
So you can see the sharks and piranhas, a pair of pajamas
That's my neighbor, the faggot disrespecting my mama
No cars in the garage, it's underground shit
They way the floor open up you think I'm hiding spaceships
French chefs, the best grapes on they breath
Louie aprons on the Yank cats, the puffy cooks the rest
Besides I got birds that never leave the nest
They fuck with me, I'll watch em confess, then I'll go rest
Get back up deposit them checks
Muthafuckas fuckin up a good time by snappin your necks, come on

Like my baby's first steps you heard
(I just want to celebrate) Like my first time platinum yall
(I just want to celebrate) Like my first piece of nookie, Uhh
(I just want to celebrate) We hype for just bein here

Money for everybody, candy to the kids
Catch me on dateline, Starky too big
I'm like a mannequin, I stay jig
Mansion parties for all star weekend in my L.A. crib
We can to party, run out of Goose we got Dollies
Shorties wettin me, check out her body, uhh
Throw up your hands like it's your birthda, mommy
Let's celebrate, now I got her girlfriends behind me
Now I'm in the middle, watch is all chiseled
I can holla at the birds like Dr. Dolittle
(What's that in your pocket Ghost?) a Dill pickle
(Not that) oh that's the forty-five stainless nickel
I'm pullin a green, gotta G for the biggest ass
On the floor who look right in them jeans
If you fat, I might take one for the team
But I gotta get drunk first knowhatimean, come on

*song cuts for radio jingle*
Announcer: The home of hip-hop *disturbance* The home of hip hop - in the home
of hip-hop! Liberty City, this is The Beat! 102.7.
*radio jingle ends*
DJ Mister Cee: And here we go! And here we go! This is the remix right here!
Blow Ya Mind! Styles P with D-Block! You don't know who D-Block is? Jadakiss &
Sheek Louch! Deeee-Block! Let's go!
Announcer: It's the Finisher Mister Cee going in strong on The Beat!
*Styles P- Blow Ya Mind plays*

        "Blow Ya Mind" || Lyrics

Swizzie! (Ghost!)
Yeah, smoke, now
S.P. c'mon, S.P. c'mon
Ghost - it's showtime, it's showtime!
Ghost - lighters in the air!

I wanna roll somethin up so
I-I can just blow, my mind (lighters in the air!)
I wanna, blow my mind (hey, hey - lighters in the air!)
Blow my mind (hey, hey, lighters in the air!)
You should roll somethin up so
You can just um, blow, your mind (blow your mind!)
You should just blow your mind (hey, hey, lighters in the air!)
Blow your mind (hey, hey, lighters in the air!)

Mind blown and I'm tore down
Still blow an ounce and a half, even more now
Yeah, put your lighters in the air, light it up in here
Yeah, put it in the air, see if I'mma fuckin' care
You should find that I came to blow my mind out
Pass it and you drop it I'mma put you on time-out
Like Joe Frazier I'm smokin, mere bang out in the open
In the tub, but it feel like the ocean
I swear to God it be floatin
And I don't need a car to be coastin, you could say that I'm boastin
But this is S.P., and I know my time
When I hear showtime, I'mma blow my mind!

I wanna roll somethin up so
I-I can just blow, my mind (lighters in the air!)
I wanna, blow my mind (hey, hey - lighters in the air!)
Blow my mind (hey, hey, lighters in the air!)
You should roll somethin up so
You can just um, blow, your mind (blow your mind!)
You should just blow your mind (hey, hey, lighters in the air!)
Blow your mind (hey, hey, lighters in the air!)

The black hippie, the sack wit me, the lighter too
I have dreams of Amsterdam every night or two (Amsterdam)
I feel good, the sky couldn't be a brighter blue
Sun lookin like a tangerine
You got green and it's mean, brother hit me like a tambourine
I need a minute to myself, second to myself
Pass the dutchie on the left, whoever's suckin on the L
I'mma need candy cause I know my breath is gon' smell
I don't get sleep but some good restin off a L
Mind blown, time fly, time gone
Missed my exit on the highway I ride on
Roll another one, get in my good time zone

I wanna roll somethin up so
I-I can just blow, my mind (lighters in the air!)
I wanna, blow my mind (hey, hey - lighters in the air!)
Blow my mind (hey, hey, lighters in the air!)
You should roll somethin up so
You can just um, blow, your mind (blow your mind!)
You should just blow your mind (hey, hey, lighters in the air!)
Blow your mind (hey, hey, lighters in the air!)

I'm gone, the 'gnac and the wine gone
Eyes look stoned shit, but what, I'm grown
Over 21, come over to my zone
In less than two hours see a 50 box blown
Lovin the smell, feelin the texture
And we got a whole lot but we still gettin extra
Guess what's on the menu for breakfast
Roll with the Ghost if you wanna get messed up

I wanna roll somethin up so
I-I can just blow, my mind (lighters in the air!)
I wanna, blow my mind (hey, hey - lighters in the air!)
Blow my mind (hey, hey, lighters in the air!)
You should roll somethin up so
You can just um, blow, your mind (blow your mind!)
You should just blow your mind (hey, hey, lighters in the air!)
Blow your mind (hey, hey, lighters in the air!)

*song cuts*
DJ Mister Cee: Hold up, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute, we gettin'
a lotta phone calls today, man, Mister Cee mixin' live on The Beat 102.7, we
gettin' a lotta phone calls today, a lot of people saying 'Yo, Cee, you
representin' for every other city, but you're not represetin' for Broker'.
Listen, I'm from Broker! I'm born and RAISED in Broker! So I GOTTA represent
for Broker! PICK UP TO ALL MY BROKER CATS, AND LET'S, YOU KNOW, LET'S PLAY A
JOINT FROM ONE OF BROKER'S FINEST! PAPOOSE! LET'S GO IN, AND LET'S GO IN
RELENTLESSLY! BROKER STAND UP!!
*Papoose- Stylin' plays*

        "Stylin'" || Lyrics

You mad ‘cause I'm stylin' on you
You mad ‘cause I'm stylin' on you
Man, you just mad ‘cause I'm stylin' on you
Yeah, you mad ‘cause I'm stylin' on you

I wake up in the morning, wipe all the lint out my hair
Then I prepare what type of fly shit I'ma wear
Hop in the shower, hop out, slip in my gear
My chick on the stairs, walk around, switchin' to rear
I sit on my chair, hand on my chin, and just stare
My vision is clear, they show me love isn't sincere
These niggas is squares, they know I got the illest ideas
Millionaires, I got enough wisdom to share
They snitchin' out here, hip-hop cops friskin' my peers
These niggas in fear, how can I win if I'm in there?
Mousse in my hair like, "Pap, end these niggas career!"
I'm grinnin' like "Yeah," Hell, I'm sendin' em there
As soon as I got the check, I let it flip when it cleared
You a backstab, a snake, a prick in your ear
Somebody need to pray for him, I got him in my prayers
That other nigga 'bout to die, I'm puttin' him in my swears

I got the hammer on my hip
Ice on my wrist
Drive a big whip
And you ain't got shit

You mad ‘cause I'm stylin' on you
You mad ‘cause I'm stylin' on you
Man, you just mad ‘cause I'm stylin' on you
Yeah, you mad ‘cause I'm stylin' on you

You's a test tube baby, hit your test tube up
I see they gassed you
Why you let 'em Amoco and Hess you up?
I had the .38 Special tucked
Since Color Me Badd was singing "I Wanna Sex You Up"
The cousin, the brother, the friend, I get you stuck
Even hit the Godfather with a threatful pump
Hit all of your step brothers and the rest you chumps
Don't let your relatives get you slumped
I can't curse on the radio, but I'm 'bout to eff you up
I hit the uncle, the aunt, and the nephew up
You ain't even built like that, but yet you tough
When it go down I bet you duck
I'm sick with it, I'm a full blown cold, I'll mess you up
You just a little sneeze, God bless you, chump
Wet you up, tell 'em vest you up
Whoever told you I don't do my thing in the streets
They set you up

I got a album full of hits
Work on the strip
A phone full of chicks
And you ain't got shit

You mad ‘cause I'm stylin' on you
You mad ‘cause I'm stylin' on you
Man, you just mad ‘cause I'm stylin' on you
Yeah, you mad ‘cause I'm stylin' on you

I keep my pants saggin', hell of a style, my gear matchin'
I ride the Caddy truck, you ride in a band wagon
The elevator take too long, you can't catch it
Chase you in your building and run up the stairs clappin'
What's the reason niggas be thinkin' it can't happen?
I show and prove, he show-and-tell, your man braggin'
She look right, her jeans so tight she can't fasten
And she popped the zipper squeezin' her bare ass in
Turn my music up real loud, yeah, blast it
My style's so nasty I'll give you a eargasm
Saliva on your face, ‘cause you really don't care
Try to act like you crying, you got spit in your tears
Send your team into crisis, you niggas is scared
I ain't gotta be the one to get rid of this queer
I bet you one of them other niggas kill him this year
And he gonna die like a coward, ‘cause he living in fear

I got the hammer on my hip
Ice on my wrist
Drive a big whip
And you ain't got shit

You mad ‘cause I'm stylin' on you
You mad ‘cause I'm stylin' on you

DJ Mister Cee: You hear me, I'm giving a raise up outta here, man

Man, you just mad ‘cause I'm stylin' on you

*song cuts*
DJ Mister Cee: Shout to everybody that's been listenin' man, Mister Cee mixin'
live on The Beat, my man Green Lantern is up next. You know what I mean, double
shout-out to all the sports teams, shout-out to the Liberty Penetrators, the
Liberty City Rap, the Liberty City Swingers, the Liberty City Rampage, pick up
to all the Liberty City sports teams, checkin' out, The Finisher Mister Cee
live on The Beat, Green Lantern is up next, a'ight?
*Mister Cee exits the station*

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4. Legal Stuff (#lgl)

This FAQ is copyrighted 2016 to MC_FAQS and the owner of its account.  Any use
of this FAQ for commercial purposes in any way, shape, or form without
confirmed consent of the author is strictly prohibited. This can be used for
personal use and freely distributed, as long as there is no profit being made
off the FAQ without my approval before hand (this includes magazines, paid
blogs/vlogs etc). This also cannot be posted on any websites without my solid
approval.  Any failure to comply with said premises can, and probably will,
result in serious and legal actions.

The script used in this FAQ is copyright 2007-2008 to Rockstar Games.  NONE of
the above script material used in part 3 of the FAQ was written by me
originally at all.

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5. Credits and Thanks (#thx)
Thanks to...
Rockstar Games
InfernoSD, Joe the Destroyer, BoredGamer and GameFAQs
Lazlow and Dan Houser for writing the script
Wikia: GTA (gta.wikia.com) for info on The Beat 102.7, DJ Mister Cee, DJ Green
Lantern and the Soundtrack lists.
GameFAQs for hosting this script.

(c) MC_FAQS 2016
(c) InfernoSD aka InfernoDragon (ASCII title, hashtag reference format,
Contents Table format)
(c) Joe the Destroyer and/or BoredGamer (structure format, section format,
Legal Stuff section template, script template)
All script material and information (c) Rockstar Games 2007-2008
Script written by Lazlow and Dan Houser

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