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Racing Club, also known simply as Racing, is an
professional
based in , a city of . Founded in 1903, Racing has been historically considered one of the
clubs of Argentine . Racing currently plays in the , the top division of the .
Racing has won the
17 times (with a record of seven consecutive championships between
and ), apart from winning 12
such as five , four
and one . Due to those achievements the team was nicknamed "La Academia" ("The Academy of Football") which still identifies the club and its supporters.
On the international stage, the club has won 6 titles, 3 of them recognised by
including one , one
and the first edition of the . In addition, Racing won two
The first team plays its home games in the , nicknamed El Cilindro de Avellaneda (in English: "The Cylinder of Avellaneda"). Apart from football, other sports practised at Racing are , , , , , , ,
Racing in 1906, wearing the blue and white jersey.
On 12 May 1901, a group of students of Colegio Nacional Central founded the Football Club Barracas al Sud, with Pedro Werner becoming its first president. Less than one year after the establishment, an internal conflict about what color of jersey should be adopted caused a group of members to found Colorados Unidos, due to wanting to use a red uniform. This division did not last too long, and in March 1903, both clubs agreed to merge into a new club under the same name.[]
The club took its name from a French car racing magazine, brought to
by Germán Vidaillac (a founding partner of French ancestry). The suggestion was well received and the name "Racing Club" was immediately approved. Racing was the first football team integrally formed by .[]
The first shirts worn by Racing were white, until 25 July 1904, when it was decided a yellow and black vertical striped jersey would be used. Nevertheless, the new jersey only lasted a week, being replaced by a design proposed by president Luis Carbone. The jersey had four squares, two light blue and two pink. This light blue and pink design would be worn until 1908, once again replaced by a design with three horizontal bars (two blue and one white). Finally, Racing adopted the light blue and white colors in 1910, in commemoration of the 's 100th anniversary that same year.[]
Racing affiliated to the
in 1905, and began playing in the lower divisions of .[]
One year later Racing competed in a playoff for a place in the Primera División, but lost to . Racing were promoted to Primera in 1910, winning the playoff final against
with an attendance of 4,000. The line-up that won the promotion was: Ferná Seminario, A Winne, Juan Ohaco, Angel B Oyarzábal, , Firpo, Frers and Juan Perinetti. Frers and Ohaco were the scorers for Racing.[]
The 1913 team that won four titles in a year, including its first
championship.
In 1911 they competed in the AFA Championship Cup, finishing in fourth place.
One year later, Racing won its first , the .
Racing won its first
title in , defeating
at the final in a playoff series after finishing first place, along with that team and . Racing first eliminated River Plate 3 to 0, and then played the final against San Isidro, which it defeated 2 to 0 (two goals by ).[]
That same year Racing won another domestic cup, the
after beating
3 to 1 in . The line-up was: M Reyes, S. O Pepe, Betular, O J. Viazzi, , , Hospital, Juan Perinetti.
Racing won its second league title, having scored 42 goals and only 7 received in 12 games. The runner-up was . That same year Racing won its second consecutive Copa Ibarguren, defeating another
team, , by 1–0 in . The line-up for the match: A Reyes, S. O Pepe, Olazar, B , , , Hospital, Juan Perinetti.[]
The 1915 team achieved an outstanding mark of 95 goals in 24 matches.
Racing became Primera División tri-championship in
when the squad won its 3rd consecutive title, defeating San Isidro 1–0 at a championship playoff as they had played two years before. The game was played at arch-rival
stadium and Racing line-up was: A Presta, R Betular, Olazar, P , ,
(who scored the only goal), Hospital, Juan Perinetti. Racing finished unbeaten, with 22 games won and 2 drew over 24, with an outstanding record of 95 goals scored with only 5 conceded. The line-up vs. San Isidro was: A Presta, R Betular, Olazar, P , , , Hospital, J. Perinetti.
In 1917 Racing won four titles in the year.
Racing won the following title, the
championship, totalizing 34 points in 21 games with 39 goals converted and 10 received at the end of the tournament.
was the runner-up with 30 points. The 5th consecutive title was in
after totalizing 35 points, being
the runner-up with 30 points. The team also scored the mark of 58 goals with only 4 received in 20 fixtures. In addition, the squad achieved its third Copa Ibarguren with a smashing victory over
by 6–0 in . The line-up was: A Ohaco, Reyes, Viazzi Olazar, Ricardo P , Vivaldi, , Hospital, Juan Perinetti.[]
That same year Racing won another edition of , defeating by 2nd. consecutive time
by 3–2 at . The line-up was: C Castagnola, R Vivaldi, Olazar, P , , , Minondo, Juan Perinetti.
Racing won its 8th title in 1921 playing in the dissident "Asociación Amateurs".
Racing won the last title of the decade in 1925
One year later, Racing won its , remaining unbeaten after 19 games played, with 49 goals scored and 9 received. Racing also won another edition of
(5 in total) with a large victory over
by 4–0 at GEBA. The line-up: C Castagnola, R , , M , , Vivaldo, Hospital, Juan Perinetti.
Racing moved to the dissident league "Asociación Amateurs de Football", winning the tournament whilst remaining unbeaten again. Racing played 23 fixtures, winning its 7th. consecutive title with 26 points, 43 goals scored. River Plate finished the extraordinary sequence of Racing's 7 titles, when winning the
championship. Racing was the runner-up only 2 points to River. Racing remained in the Asociación Amateurs league, where the team won the
title after playing 38 matches and totalizing 66 points. Racing also scored 73 goals receiving 16.
Racing would crown champion again in , totalizing 39 points in 24 matches played, with
being runner-up. During its first 22 years of existence, Racing won 9 Primera División championships (seven of them consecutively, which is still a record in Argentine football). Due to those extraordinary campaigns and its style of playing, the squad was nicknamed "The Academy of Argentine football", which has been adopted by its supporters as a mark of identity, still used nowadays.
To sum-up, Racing achieved a large amount of titles during the 1910s and 1920, including 7
championships, 9
and 2 international titles. Some of the most notable players of those years were , ,
(known as "The King of dribbling" – "El Rey de la gambeta" in Spanish, also a close friend to , who wrote the tango "Patadura" in his honour) and .
The 1932 team that won the .
During those years Racing won the
in 1932 (defeating
in the final) and the
one year later, thrashing
by 4–0 in the final match. Despite the
won, Racing could not win any domestic championshi its best performances were third places in
and 1936. Evaristo Barrera was the top scorer with 34 goals in 1934 and 32 in 1936.[]
Racing didn't any domestic title during the 1940s, their best finish was 4th place in 1946 and 1948. During the 1948 tournament Racing was leading followed by
until a strike took place. Most of the dissident players went to play outside Argentina and they had to be replaced by players from the youth divisions. Moreover, points awarded to Racing were deducted from the m as a result, Racing lost the chance to be champion and arch-rival
finally won the title.[]
In 1945 Racing won the
by 4–1 in the final.[]
The 1949 Racing team won the first of three consecutive Primera División titles.
In 1949, Racing won its first
championship in the professional era, with Llamil Simes as the top scorer of the tournament. Racing also won the 1950 title with Simes as scorer again with 20 goals. That same year Racing inaugurated its stadium, named "Presidente Perón", defeating
In 1951 Racing won its 3rd consecutive championship.
In 1951 Racing won its third consecutive title, playing two playoff matches against , which ended 0–0 and 1–0 (goal by ). With this victory Racing became the first ever three-time champion in the professional era of Argentine football. The coach was .
In 1952 Racing finished 2nd after River Plate. The team was not able to win the title despite having the least goals scored against it during the championship. After another good performance in 1953 when the team finished 3rd, Racing placed 10th in 1954, far from champion .
In 1958 Racing won the Campeonato, and they were runners-up to
During those years Racing Club had many notable players that made their contribution to the successful campaigns. Some of them were , Rubén Bravo, , , Alberto Rastelli, , , , Ernesto Gutiérrez, , Arnaldo Balay, , Rubén Héctor Sosa and .
In 1967 Racing achieved international success, winning the Libertadores and Intercontinental Cups.
Racing finished 4th in 1960 with a top scoring 72 goals. During this tournament Racing also achieved its largest victory in Primera División, an 11–3 against .
In 1961 Racing won another championship totalizing 47 points when coached by Saúl Ongaro. The team was also the highest scoring team with 68 goals. The next year, Racing finished 9th and was also eliminated from the
in the first stage.
Racing won the First Division A title in 1966, scoring 70 goals.
In the 1967 Torneo Metropolitano Racing reached the final where the squad lost to
by 3–0. That same year Racing won the
after beating Uruguayan team
2–1 in the final.
was the top scorer with 13 goals.
At the end of the year Racing won the
in a playoff game. The first match had been played at
where Racing was beaten 1–0 while La Academia won by 2–1 the second game in Buenos Aires. The playoff was played in
where Racing achieved its second continental championship winning 1–0 with a goal scored by .[]
Some notable players of that time were goalkeeper , Rubén Sosa, , , , , Nelson Chabay, Jaime Martinoli, , Juan Carlos Rulli, , ,
During the 1970s Racing did not win any title, although the team finished 2nd to San Lorenzo in the 1972 Metropolitano, with 43 points in 34 matches. That year was the debut of , who some regard as the best Argentine goalkeeper ever. Fillol set a record of 6 penalty shots stopped in the same season. From 1974 and 1978 Racing made poor campaigns and was near relegation in 1976 when the team finished next to last ( was finally relegated).
In 1983 Racing was relegated to the . The first year in the second division, Racing finished second behind
and so had to play a promotion playoff, where Racing eliminated
but lost to
in the finals (1–3 and 2–4).[]
One year later, after two seasons in the second division, Racing returned to the top division in 1985 after winning a playoff for the second prom Racing won 4–0 the first game and the second match finished 1–1.
Racing won its third international competition in 1988, when the team won the first edition of the , defeating Brazilian team
in the finals, with Alfio Basile still as coach. That same year Racing won the Supercopa Interamericana beating Sportivo Herediano from
Racing also played another Supercopa final and was defeated by Cruzeiro 4–0 in . Racing won the 2nd match 1–0 but the cup was awarded to the Brazilian team by goal difference.
Racing faced financial problems that erupted in 1998, when the club declared
pursuant to the request of president . In 2000, Racing switched management to the Blanquiceleste S.A . Despite the financial crisis that ruined the club, Racing won the
title, 35 years after its last local championship in 1966. The team was coached by
who became an idol due to this achievement. , , , ,
were part of that team.
In 2012, Racing reached the final of the
although the squad lost to
In June 2014,
was hired as head coach. Few days after Cocca signed his contract, former player and fans favorite
and returned to the club to play the .
In December 2014, Racing won its
in the last fixture of the tournament. The team defeated
by 1–0 to secure the 1st place and crowned champion. Racing totalized 41 points over 19 games played, with 13 won, 3 drew and 4 lost. Racing scored 30 goals and conceded 16. Forward
was also the team's topscorer with 10 goals. The line-up for that match was: ; , , Cabral, ; , , , ; , .
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Racing Club plays its home games at "Estadio Presidente Perón" (named in honor of former President of Argentina ), popularly known as "El Cilindro de Avellaneda" (due to its cylindrical shape) and "the Coliseum". It was opened in 1950 and restructured in 1997.
The field measures 105 x 70 m. The Racing stadium is the second largest in Argentina after the . At first the venue could host a capacity of 120,000 but subsequent restructurings reduced its capacity to 64,161.
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Busta Rhymes Ft. Lloyd Banks, DMX, Mary J Blige, Ne-Yo, Papoose, Rah Digga & Missy Elliot - Touch It (Remix)
Busta Rhymes (Lloyd Banks):
Aiy yo Swizz (It ain't over) we done created another epidemic for the streets nigga
Just when y'all thought it was safe to poke your head out again, let's go!!!
I know you thought we was finished, Flipmode bitch!!!
(G-Unit!!!) Yeah! Streetsweepers!!!
REMIX We Bout' Ta Do It Again!!! REMIX We Bout' Ta Do It Again!!! REMIX
Aiy yo just imagine if they cut the lights off in the club
Lloyd Banks (Busta Rhymes):
(Get low Banks!) Who you know that got a flow this sick
Pump shorty nobody can hold his click
Them hoes eyeing' they probably on my dick
The chocolate would look good in my all white whip (TURN IT UP!!)
AND YOU KNOW I STAY WITH THE SKITS SO DON'T EVEN TRY
KISS YO' ASS BYE BYE YOU BE ALONE IN THE SKY
AND THE FIRST HUMAN BEING NOW TO LEARN HOW TO FLY
AND I BE LOW IN THE BM ON MY WAY OUT NY
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But I'm back chinchilla Ice on with a fitted
Everybody talk money everybody gonna run
with that bowl of bread smaller than the arm of a midget
(TURN IT UP!!) AND YOU KNOW I'M DOIN MY THING IT'S BLUE IN THE RING
IF YOU HAD IT LIKE THIS YOU PROBABLY DO IT THE SAME
BUT YOU WON'T CAUSE YOU BROKE ALL YOU DO IS COMPLAIN
AFTER THE CLUB, I'M A PUT A FEW IN THE RANGE AND LET 'EM
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
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DMX (Busta Rhymes):
Grrrrrrrrr
(Get low X) Anything it's took, it's gone be a breakdown
Come through like "hmmm, what I'm goon take now?"
Whatever the fuck I want, trust me dog
It gets ugly even when it comes to the hunt (TURN IT UP)
NIGGAZ LIKE TO STUNT, YOU WANNA TO FRONT
I'MA HIT YOU AND YOUR MAN
AND IMA HIT YOU WHERE YOU STAND (WHAT)
NIGGAZ AIN'T BUILT FOR NOTHIN BUT FRONTIN
COME THROUGH, FAGGOTS HIT THE SECURITY FRONTIN (Get Low X)
Get that do, What that do? How that do?
Fuck you faggot, I shot at you
And what? You and you mans butt, you in your man's truck
But your chance is up, not get up (TURN IT UP!!)
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AIN'T NOTHIN CHANGE, BEEN THE SAME FROM THE GETGO (WHAT)
GET UP OUT THAT WHIP YO, I AIN'T GON' TELL YOU AGAIN
FUCK IT, SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND
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"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
DMX & Mary J. Blige (Busta Rhymes):
(Get low X) Swizz is the monster, X is the beast
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"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
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(oohhh) (Get Low Boy) Is it any women in here
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This shit was designed to put you in the mood
tryna' do sumtin nasty with you and ya crew (TURN IT UP!!)
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YA BOY WORKIN WIT SUMTIN AND IM KINDA CUTE
WATCH THE WAY I DO IT HOW I TURN IT OUT
GUARENTEED YOU'LL BE TRYNA PUT MY DICK IN YOUR MOUTH
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
Papoose (Busta Rhymes):
(Get low Papoose!) Papoose, Pa-poose, had to get on this club banger
Smack you in your mouth make you swallow your pulp razor
Pop a couple bottles laugh about it with Bus later
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I GOT STATEN ISLAND ON MY PINKY QUEENS ON MY THUMB DUDE
THE BRONX ON MY MIDDLE FINGER SCREAMIN FUCK YOU
ROCK ICE IN MANHATTAN SO THERE'S THE RING FINGER
YOU KNOW I HAD TO KEEP BROOKLYN ON THE TRIGGER FINGER
(Get low Pap!) Five boroughs of death, you don't understand
I got New York City in the palm of my hand
Now I could make a tight fist and let it crumble ridiculous
Or I could smack th
Busta Rhymes Ft. Lloyd Banks, DMX, Mary J Blige, Ne-Yo, Papoose, Rah Digga & Missy Elliot - Touch It (Remix)
Busta Rhymes (Lloyd Banks):
Aiy yo Swizz (It ain't over) we done created another epidemic for the streets nigga
Just when y'all thought it was safe to poke your head out again, let's go!!!
I know you thought we was finished, Flipmode bitch!!!
(G-Unit!!!) Yeah! Streetsweepers!!!
REMIX We Bout' Ta Do It Again!!! REMIX We Bout' Ta Do It Again!!! REMIX
Aiy yo just imagine if they cut the lights off in the club
Lloyd Banks (Busta Rhymes):
(Get low Banks!) Who you know that got a flow this sick
Pump shorty nobody can hold his click
Them hoes eyeing' they probably on my dick
The chocolate would look good in my all white whip (TURN IT UP!!)
AND YOU KNOW I STAY WITH THE SKITS SO DON'T EVEN TRY
KISS YO' ASS BYE BYE YOU BE ALONE IN THE SKY
AND THE FIRST HUMAN BEING NOW TO LEARN HOW TO FLY
AND I BE LOW IN THE BM ON MY WAY OUT NY
(Get low Banks!) I know it feels like I been gone for a minute
But I'm back chinchilla Ice on with a fitted
Everybody talk money everybody gonna run
with that bowl of bread smaller than the arm of a midget
(TURN IT UP!!) AND YOU KNOW I'M DOIN MY THING IT'S BLUE IN THE RING
IF YOU HAD IT LIKE THIS YOU PROBABLY DO IT THE SAME
BUT YOU WON'T CAUSE YOU BROKE ALL YOU DO IS COMPLAIN
AFTER THE CLUB, I'M A PUT A FEW IN THE RANGE AND LET 'EM
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
DMX (Busta Rhymes):
Grrrrrrrrr
(Get low X) Anything it's took, it's gone be a breakdown
Come through like "hmmm, what I'm goon take now?"
Whatever the fuck I want, trust me dog
It gets ugly even when it comes to the hunt (TURN IT UP)
NIGGAZ LIKE TO STUNT, YOU WANNA TO FRONT
I'MA HIT YOU AND YOUR MAN
AND IMA HIT YOU WHERE YOU STAND (WHAT)
NIGGAZ AIN'T BUILT FOR NOTHIN BUT FRONTIN
COME THROUGH, FAGGOTS HIT THE SECURITY FRONTIN (Get Low X)
Get that do, What that do? How that do?
Fuck you faggot, I shot at you
And what? You and you mans butt, you in your man's truck
But your chance is up, not get up (TURN IT UP!!)
YOU KNOW HOW THAT SHIT GOES, LET THAT SHIT GO
AIN'T NOTHIN CHANGE, BEEN THE SAME FROM THE GETGO (WHAT)
GET UP OUT THAT WHIP YO, I AIN'T GON' TELL YOU AGAIN
FUCK IT, SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
DMX & Mary J. Blige (Busta Rhymes):
(Get low X) Swizz is the monster, X is the beast
Fuckin' wit Bus, man everyday is a feast
Stay off the streets, tired of talkin' to y'all niggaz
I'ma stick a fork at y'all niggaz (TURN IT UP)
WHEN I HIT 'EM, MAN THAT CRUNK GON GET 'EM MAN
FUCKED UP HOW I DID 'EM MAN (WHAT)
AIN'T NO REMORSE BUT THE CHORUS, TRUTH IS
CAN I. D. THE BODY WHEN A NIGGA TOOTHLESS (Get low Mary!)
Maybe you can guess who it is (Uh huh)
Mary J. Blige about to handle my biz (Uh huh)
I'm on my grown woman still I rep for the kids
In every hood, and all my peoples doin a bid (TURN IT UP!!)
NOW YOU KNOW WHO'S REALLY THE QUEEN DELIVER THE MAIL
SEVEN HUNDRED THIRTY THOUSAND FIRST WEEK OF MY SALES
THE HATERS PLOT AND THEY WATCH LOOKIN ALL PALE
WHILE I'M ON A YACHT, OVERSEAS DOIN MY NAILS (Get low Mary!)
Well let me show you how we do (Ha!)
I gotta thank everyone for coppin The Breakthrough (Uh huh)
Bus did take one the remix is take two
You love the way we re inventin' how we just stay new (TURN IT UP!!)
HOW WE SELLIN OUT THE STADIUMS, ARENAS AND ALL (Ha!!!)
ONLY LOUIS AND GUCCI WE DON'T SHOP AT THE MALL (Huh!)
GOT YOU PARTYIN AND DANCIN AND HAVIN A BALL
AND YOUR LOVIN THE WAY WE REPPIN HOW WE DO IT FOR Y'ALL GO 'HEAD AND
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
Ne-Yo (Busta Rhymes):
(oohhh) (Get Low Boy) Is it any women in here
Like it when I be spankin' them and pullin' they hair
Theirs a freak in your presence im just makin' it clear
Then you would all know if he wasen't nowhere (TURN IT UP!!)
GET YOUR HANDS UP IN THE AIR IF YOU READY TO GO
COME THROUGH YOUR CITY AND I MURDER THE SHOW
AND THE TRUTH WEIGHING THE PROBLEM IF YOU DIDN'T KNOW
GET UP RIGHT IN YA FACE AND HOLLA NE-YO
(Get Low Boy) Shorty what you wanna do
I ain't got time to deal with your attitude
This shit was designed to put you in the mood
tryna' do sumtin nasty with you and ya crew (TURN IT UP!!)
IM A FREAKY LIL' BROTHER WITH A WHOLE LOTTA LOOT
YA BOY WORKIN WIT SUMTIN AND IM KINDA CUTE
WATCH THE WAY I DO IT HOW I TURN IT OUT
GUARENTEED YOU'LL BE TRYNA PUT MY DICK IN YOUR MOUTH
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
Papoose (Busta Rhymes):
(Get low Papoose!) Papoose, Pa-poose, had to get on this club banger
Smack you in your mouth make you swallow your pulp razor
Pop a couple bottles laugh about it with Bus later
Bare witness I'm the young savior (TURN IT UP!!)
I GOT STATEN ISLAND ON MY PINKY QUEENS ON MY THUMB DUDE
THE BRONX ON MY MIDDLE FINGER SCREAMIN FUCK YOU
ROCK ICE IN MANHATTAN SO THERE'S THE RING FINGER
YOU KNOW I HAD TO KEEP BROOKLYN ON THE TRIGGER FINGER
(Get low Pap!) Five boroughs of death, you don't understand
I got New York City in the palm of my hand
Now I could make a tight fist and let it crumble ridiculous
Or I could smack th
Come And Party With Me - LL Cool J
We can chill up in the club, we can pop a little bub
We can chill up in the VIP
You can show a nigga love, you can give me back rubs
Yeah, baby, come and party with me
Yeah, baby, come and party with me
Yeah, baby, come and party with me
Yeah, baby, come and party with me
Yeah, baby, come and party with me
One-two, and pump it up, and one-two
One-two, and pump it up, and one-two
One-two, and pump it up, and one-two
One-two, and pump it up
They say what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas
If this ain't Vegas, let's pretend it's Vegas
I know what you up to, your skirt's outrageous
But I'm so fucked up that I forgot what your name is
We can jump in my drop-head and pop the throttle
Live our lives for the moment, baby, fuck tomorrow
Kool-Aid smile on your face, popping a bottle
Like you had an orgasm and you hit the lotto
Throw ya hands in the sky, why, am I
So, damn fly, can't deny
My shit's tight, gear, sit right
Ear, big ice, j-yeah, that's right
Lights are flashing, living life with passion
And if this was a movie, you would be perfect casting
You killing me slowly, baby, you're like an assassin
And you know that I'm married, so why the fuck you keep asking
We can chill up in the club, we can pop a little bub
We can chill up in the VIP
You can show a nigga love, you can give me back rubs
Yeah, baby, come and party with me
Yeah, baby, come and party with me
Yeah, baby, come and party with me
Yeah, baby, come and party with me
Yeah, baby, come and party with me
Now you can get with this or you can get with that
You wanna pop Crys', then you need to get with Crack
The whip's a 26 and the motor's in the back
I call it Big Meats cuz the shit is all black
Now you fucking with Coco, baby, I'm the poster, baby
I'm a hustler's dream, you suppose to pay me
I was dope in the airness, now I stick crack
I stay fly, you seen a G four on smack, now listen
Don't you wanna party with me
Where the kush is blowing and the E is free
And the world is yours, it say it right on the blimp
And that yacht's so big, we gotta call it a ship, hey
Punks nigga, gun in the palm, nigga
Pop off, whenever it's on, nigga
Not tonight, I wanna hear my song
And let Flex drops bombs when the shit come on, let's get it
We can chill up in the club, we can pop a little bub
We can chill up in the VIP
You can show a nigga love, you can give me back rubs
Yeah, baby, come and party with me
Yeah, baby, come and party with me
Yeah, baby, come and party with me
Yeah, baby, come and party with me
Yeah, baby, come and party with me
Ok, Flex let Sheek on his Cool J shit
Levi's, black chuckers, hope the deuce deuce fit
Two-seater, little reefer, pass the old fever
Showing her what hip hop is
Todd Smith, G. Rap, nigga, Kane and Biz
And if I talk L.O.X., I'm getting heavy sex
This early, imagine when it get to Flex
Toxic heavy, all black Chevy
Sheek got 'em wet, like somebody hit the levy's
I got a little Porsche, but the truck fit more
More goons, more chicks, when it's time to score
I'm straight out the door, boned from a raw
Swimming pool bottom of it, big as Shakur
V.I.P. cool, but the God at the bar
Partying, no shirts, tats over the scar
Ice in the sharper, come here, ma, I mean
We can chill up in the club, we can pop a little bub
We can chill up in the VIP
You can show a nigga love, you can give me back rubs
Yeah, baby, come and party with me
Yeah, baby, come and party with me
Yeah, baby, come and party with me
Yeah, baby, come and party with me
Yeah, baby, come and party with me
One-two, and pump it up, and one-two
One-two, and pump it up, and one-two
One-two, and pump it up, and one-two
One-two, and pump it up
Busta Rhymes Ft. Lloyd Banks, DMX, Mary J Blige, Ne-Yo, Papoose, Rah Digga & Missy Elliot - Touch It (Remix)
Busta Rhymes (Lloyd Banks):
Aiy yo Swizz (It ain't over) we done created another epidemic for the streets nigga
Just when y'all thought it was safe to poke your head out again, let's go!!!
I know you thought we was finished, Flipmode bitch!!!
(G-Unit!!!) Yeah! Streetsweepers!!!
REMIX We Bout' Ta Do It Again!!! REMIX We Bout' Ta Do It Again!!! REMIX
Aiy yo just imagine if they cut the lights off in the club
Lloyd Banks (Busta Rhymes):
(Get low Banks!) Who you know that got a flow this sick
Pump shorty nobody can hold his click
Them hoes eyeing' they probably on my dick
The chocolate would look good in my all white whip (TURN IT UP!!)
AND YOU KNOW I STAY WITH THE SKITS SO DON'T EVEN TRY
KISS YO' ASS BYE BYE YOU BE ALONE IN THE SKY
AND THE FIRST HUMAN BEING NOW TO LEARN HOW TO FLY
AND I BE LOW IN THE BM ON MY WAY OUT NY
(Get low Banks!) I know it feels like I been gone for a minute
But I'm back chinchilla Ice on with a fitted
Everybody talk money everybody gonna run
with that bowl of bread smaller than the arm of a midget
(TURN IT UP!!) AND YOU KNOW I'M DOIN MY THING IT'S BLUE IN THE RING
IF YOU HAD IT LIKE THIS YOU PROBABLY DO IT THE SAME
BUT YOU WON'T CAUSE YOU BROKE ALL YOU DO IS COMPLAIN
AFTER THE CLUB, I'M A PUT A FEW IN THE RANGE AND LET 'EM
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
DMX (Busta Rhymes):
Grrrrrrrrr
(Get low X) Anything it's took, it's gone be a breakdown
Come through like "hmmm, what I'm goon take now?"
Whatever the fuck I want, trust me dog
It gets ugly even when it comes to the hunt (TURN IT UP)
NIGGAZ LIKE TO STUNT, YOU WANNA TO FRONT
I'MA HIT YOU AND YOUR MAN
AND IMA HIT YOU WHERE YOU STAND (WHAT)
NIGGAZ AIN'T BUILT FOR NOTHIN BUT FRONTIN
COME THROUGH, FAGGOTS HIT THE SECURITY FRONTIN (Get Low X)
Get that do, What that do? How that do?
Fuck you faggot, I shot at you
And what? You and you mans butt, you in your man's truck
But your chance is up, not get up (TURN IT UP!!)
YOU KNOW HOW THAT SHIT GOES, LET THAT SHIT GO
AIN'T NOTHIN CHANGE, BEEN THE SAME FROM THE GETGO (WHAT)
GET UP OUT THAT WHIP YO, I AIN'T GON' TELL YOU AGAIN
FUCK IT, SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
DMX & Mary J. Blige (Busta Rhymes):
(Get low X) Swizz is the monster, X is the beast
Fuckin' wit Bus, man everyday is a feast
Stay off the streets, tired of talkin' to y'all niggaz
I'ma stick a fork at y'all niggaz (TURN IT UP)
WHEN I HIT 'EM, MAN THAT CRUNK GON GET 'EM MAN
FUCKED UP HOW I DID 'EM MAN (WHAT)
AIN'T NO REMORSE BUT THE CHORUS, TRUTH IS
CAN I. D. THE BODY WHEN A NIGGA TOOTHLESS (Get low Mary!)
Maybe you can guess who it is (Uh huh)
Mary J. Blige about to handle my biz (Uh huh)
I'm on my grown woman still I rep for the kids
In every hood, and all my peoples doin a bid (TURN IT UP!!)
NOW YOU KNOW WHO'S REALLY THE QUEEN DELIVER THE MAIL
SEVEN HUNDRED THIRTY THOUSAND FIRST WEEK OF MY SALES
THE HATERS PLOT AND THEY WATCH LOOKIN ALL PALE
WHILE I'M ON A YACHT, OVERSEAS DOIN MY NAILS (Get low Mary!)
Well let me show you how we do (Ha!)
I gotta thank everyone for coppin The Breakthrough (Uh huh)
Bus did take one the remix is take two
You love the way we re inventin' how we just stay new (TURN IT UP!!)
HOW WE SELLIN OUT THE STADIUMS, ARENAS AND ALL (Ha!!!)
ONLY LOUIS AND GUCCI WE DON'T SHOP AT THE MALL (Huh!)
GOT YOU PARTYIN AND DANCIN AND HAVIN A BALL
AND YOUR LOVIN THE WAY WE REPPIN HOW WE DO IT FOR Y'ALL GO 'HEAD AND
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
Ne-Yo (Busta Rhymes):
(oohhh) (Get Low Boy) Is it any women in here
Like it when I be spankin' them and pullin' they hair
Theirs a freak in your presence im just makin' it clear
Then you would all know if he wasen't nowhere (TURN IT UP!!)
GET YOUR HANDS UP IN THE AIR IF YOU READY TO GO
COME THROUGH YOUR CITY AND I MURDER THE SHOW
AND THE TRUTH WEIGHING THE PROBLEM IF YOU DIDN'T KNOW
GET UP RIGHT IN YA FACE AND HOLLA NE-YO
(Get Low Boy) Shorty what you wanna do
I ain't got time to deal with your attitude
This shit was designed to put you in the mood
tryna' do sumtin nasty with you and ya crew (TURN IT UP!!)
IM A FREAKY LIL' BROTHER WITH A WHOLE LOTTA LOOT
YA BOY WORKIN WIT SUMTIN AND IM KINDA CUTE
WATCH THE WAY I DO IT HOW I TURN IT OUT
GUARENTEED YOU'LL BE TRYNA PUT MY DICK IN YOUR MOUTH
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
Papoose (Busta Rhymes):
(Get low Papoose!) Papoose, Pa-poose, had to get on this club banger
Smack you in your mouth make you swallow your pulp razor
Pop a couple bottles laugh about it with Bus later
Bare witness I'm the young savior (TURN IT UP!!)
I GOT STATEN ISLAND ON MY PINKY QUEENS ON MY THUMB DUDE
THE BRONX ON MY MIDDLE FINGER SCREAMIN FUCK YOU
ROCK ICE IN MANHATTAN SO THERE'S THE RING FINGER
YOU KNOW I HAD TO KEEP BROOKLYN ON THE TRIGGER FINGER
(Get low Pap!) Five boroughs of death, you don't understand
I got New York City in the palm of my hand
Now I could make a tight fist and let it crumble ridiculous
Or I could smack th
Break It Down - Hopsin
Break it down （down down down down...）
Gotta get up （get up） say what
Get up （get up） say what
Break it down （down down down down...）
Gotta get up （get up） say what
Get up （get up） say what
Now may I kick a flow for y'all
That's slow and raw
For niggas who thinking
the west coast fell off
But first I'd like to give a little toast to all
Who's souls was lost up in the
rap flows in all （gee）
Back to my original topic
Fuck the bullshit you should be
getting with Hopsin
On that real rap shit man
forget the imposters
Y'all destroyed hip hop （good）
Mission accomplished
Now I'm a make them regret this shit
Bringing back all the elements
Making these fellas swell up
And tell them that fucking hell is hit
I got to focus though
And come down on all my zoning's yo
Because I'm prone to blow
And destroy all my lyric chromosomes
I told you folks that it's over
So go and roll up your soldiers
And be out this bitch like hocus pocus
I'm so ferocious I had the potion
but no one noticed
And now I'm about to blow up even
bigger than my nose is
Break it down （down down down down...）
Gotta get up （get up） say what
Get up （get up） say what
Break it down （down down down down...）
Gotta get up （get up） say what
Get up （get up） say what
I'd like to bust another verse if I may
The mess I made make rappers
want to catch my fade
I'm just not sane all y'all affect my brain
So don't be tryna run up puttin
me in headlocks mayne
It's like I pin em like a poster
get em and ya roast em
When it comes to this verbal abuses
do not approach him
I toast em bury them in an oasis
Then write a book on how
I did it like OJ did （stupid stupid）
I'm that new nigga all the kids
gonna look up to
With a middle finger in the sky
screaming Fuck school
You don't want your child bumping
Hop Nigga fuck you
Who's a better dad You or me
Let your son choose
Girl why you acting so passionate
You smiling at me like I was
attracted to fat women
Shit go dance your ass up
in the cut with your big butt
Come to think about it never
mind I could use a nut
Break it down （down down down down...）
Gotta get up （get up） say what
Get up （get up） say what
Break it down （down down down down...）
Gotta get up （get up） say what
Get up （get up） say what
Still the same nigga still using fruity loops
Play this shit up in the club
watch what her booty do
I ain't got to fuck with all the
high tech shit
I keep the kitchen grimy
cooking up my next hit
I guess it's how I was raised and
now I get paid
To go and write some bullshit a
couple hours a day
I just pop a tune on and the
music will move me
My message is deeper than this
shit if you listen closely
Yo I got a habit for smashing faggots
In fact I'm a dashing rapping savage
Assassin who has a passion
To just see em read em eat em
Beat em flee em then feed em to muselina
I seem to be the most heated speaker
I'll defeat your leader
Freak your diva then freaking leave her
Hopsin he a demon
Y'all knowing he a beast （what）
How the fuck am I supposed to act
The west coast is back
Break it down （down down down down...）
Gotta get up （get up） say what
Get up （get up） say what
Break it down （down down down down...）
Gotta get up （get up） say what
Get up （get up） say what
Slaughterhouse feat. Dres - Back On the Scene
Back on the scene
Crispy and clean
Back on the scene
Crispy and scene
Slaughterhouse!
Slaughterhouse family, ridin' like a taxi
And yeah, I'm like Dres, I am like the black sheep
I just want a GANGSTA bitch or I be a bad G
You sound dry, your legs look a lil hashy
You thought what you said was classy
But Slaughterhouse been about breads since Freddy Blasy
Freddy this ain't saying nasty
I'ma rap assassin that's sittin in the Aston
That's cleaner then the demeanor on Eddie Haskel
Call me the defence back on the track spit
And the slaughterhouse pigs and you couldn't put it past me
We done been through a whole lot in the past
Cuz niggas bash us for bein' spazzes
Let it be known we've never known for bein average
We prime like a cornlio(?) re-enactment
When it comes to talent, we the Jacksons
Eat a track we assassins
We, mean, we back on the scene
Back on the scene
Crispy and clean
B-back on the scene
Crispy and clean
Back on the scene
Crispy and clean-clean
Back on the scene
Crispy and clean
Slaughterhouse!
We spend twenties on flowers, me, I put doves on the rose
That's why I'm in the club with your hoes
Whatchu lookin hard for
Don't spill escargot on yourself and get slugs on your clothes
We the ones with the flows
Who hit em wit' the dope lines?
The answer's right under your nose
Whenever hip-hop's falling off the track
We pick it up, pick it up, pick it up
Back on the scene, crispy and clean
Fix me some whiskey and lean
Bitch we the kings
Only time your music is fly in when I
Use your compact disc as a frisbee to fling
I'ma cold young nigger
This your hoe? Come get her
Cuz I'm so done wit her
And her whole tongue glitter
With the old cum spitter
Hit her and slide home, home run hitter
Back on the scene
Crispy and clean
B-back on the scene
Crispy and clean
Back on the scene
Crispy and clean-clean
Back on the scene
Crispy and clean
Slaughterhouse!
Its a rap for your team
When I get in that ring I put rap in the feign-ing
I don't know whats happening-ing
Either I'm getting better or yall falling off like the sag in my jeans
Relaxin' I'm clean, immaculate lean
Goin my two steps, something fat in between
Haters don't get mad at my dreams
Opposites attract
I'm nice and this track is just mean
So I'mma fuck it up, flow
Olive button up, Bo Jacksons and green
Fresh fitted cap on the bean
Sorta like a spine on a movie screen
Back on the scene
Back under the lights like a gat with the beam
Back at the register wit' the plastic machine
Back wearing my gold like magic, Kareem
Back in the rap magazines
Back on the scene
Crispy and clean
B-back on the scene
Crispy and clean
Back on the scene
Crispy and clean-clean
Back on the scene
Crispy and clean
B-back on the scene
Crispy and clean
B-back on the scene
Crispy and clean
Back on the scene
Crispy and clean-clean
Back on the scene
Crispy and
Slaughterhouse!
Them rumors you heard about me I refute those
The attribute of hoes
Don't affect my attitude at all
Die from what you told
Blood on your new clothes
Cause even the biggest form of ?
What they want, 2 glocks with 'em
Be in the box wit' em
Tryna box wit' em while they got the ox wit em
Dot the eyes wit' em the whole life's a rehearsal
Cars got the horse power of that old spice commercial
Silence when the Vets speakin
I'm jet skiing wit lesbians
You just seein', wanna just be him
In the casino, spendin petti-cash
No worries I'm the same as what you met me as
Bitches sayin' go ahead wit' your sexy ass
Y'all can have my heart you can get it out this plexiglass
Here's a message to the haters
I'll take money, power and fear, the respect'll come later
Back on the scene
Crispy and clean
B-back on the scene
Crispy and clean
Back on the scene
Crispy and clean-clean
Back on the scene
Crispy and clean
B-back on the scene
Crispy and clean
B-back on the scene
Crispy and clean
Back on the scene
Crispy and clean-clean
Back on the scene
Crispy and
Slaughterhouse!
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