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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, be a jerk, express your negative opinion on this FAQ etc. When contacting me for corrections etc. include your GameFAQs username (if contacting by email, this is for crediting purposes) and the following content: - FOR CORRECTIONS: In your message/mail, quote the specific phrase/sentence that needs to be corrected. If you want to correct a misheard word/phrase, include your variant of the word/phrase. - FOR ADDITIONS: In your message/mail, include the portion of text you want to be added to the FAQ, and specify the section number (1,2,3,4) and subsection (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. =============================================================================== 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) =============================================================================== 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. =============================================================================== 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. _______________________________________________________________________________ ~ 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 \\ _______________________________________________________________________________ ~ 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. =============================================================================== 2. Soundtrack (#ost) _______________________________________________________________________________ ~ 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) _______________________________________________________________________________ ~ 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) =============================================================================== 3. The Beat 102.7 transcript (#scr) _______________________________________________________________________________ ~ 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)

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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.
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(c) MC_FAQS 2016
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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