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easy rider

Praise the lord, I was born to drive boat Feeling like Slash in front of the chapel I'm leaned back with the Les Paul Shit I smoke is like cholesterol Spilled dressin' on the vest at the festival The best of all, had a midget Puerto Rican at my beck and call Best believe that there was neck involved Fucked around and almost wrecked the Saab Uh, we took acid for ten days straight up in the mountains Started running with the stallions Playing frisbee in the West Indies, did the tango with my kidneys Eyes open, now I know just who my kids need Rockin' very loose pants, yeah Rockin' very loose pants, yeah Buried a million in the sand, by the clock tower Before I die, take a hot shower Ride the Harley into the sunset Ride the Harley into the sunset Ride the Harley into the sunset Ride the Harley into the sunset By chance I seen her in the lobby of the Ritz With her man, the one that swings a hockey stick I was wearing all white, and my hair was looking precious Shit, I might cop a chest and a dresser A little machine to make espresso I heard your bitch still wears Ecko Hide drugs behind the box of De Cecco Live from the Expo, it's me I wear the wolf in the winter, steer the coupe from the center Who gives a fuck, I'm a sinner I had dreams of fuckin' Keri Hilson in my Duncans Woke up naked at the Hilton with a bitch that look like Seal's cousin Bite the eel by the dozen (Got to take it for the team) Bite the eel by the dozen Pump the bass in the trunk, shit rattled like a baby hand Except this toy cost 80 grand And I'm crazy tan, from all the places that I've been Just from writing words with a pen Tell the pilot "Land the plane," on Roosevelt and Main Put a jacuzzi on the seven train And lay John Coltrane play with that cocaine face I know your crabs from that Old Bay taste The brass band was seven pieces, my bitch's name is Peaches We got twin MAC-11s with the features Shit you barely got sneaker money So much dick in their mouths, that's why these motherfuckers speaking funny You need to speak clearer dear, 'cause I can't hear ya (I can't hear ya) You need to speak clearer dear, 'cause I can't hear ya The Magic Johnson of the game These lames don't want to play with me Smile on your face, but I really know you hatin' me I know you mad, cause I'm sick, and it's plain to see It's me Ride the Harley into the sunset Ride the Harley into the sunset Ride the Harley into the sunset Ride the Harley into the sunset Ride the Harley into the sunset Ride the Harley into the sunset

on the regular

AM Nation! I'll be on the block on the regular With my niggas bustin' at the cops, on the regular Bitches suckin' dick, givin' top, on the regular Catch me water whippin' straight drop, on the regular Yeah you know I run up with the shit on the regular Bare-faced, I'ma hit a lick, on the regular Posted with the drop, gun cocked, on the regular Yeah I'm 6ix9ine with the nine, on the regular Niggas want war, yeah, kick the door, yeah Run up, break your jaw, yeah, get it on, yeah I'ma hit a stain, yeah, broad day, yeah Niggas act fake, yeah, catch a fade, yeah Niggas said I changed, yeah, made some changes, yeah I could never change, yeah, stay the same, yeah I'm still in the hood, yeah, busting juggs, yeah Puffing on a Wood, yeah, smoking good, yeah Shorty want a pic, yeah, that ain't shit, yeah Told her do a trick, yeah, on the dick, yeah Bust her whole shit, yeah, in her ribs, yeah Leave her with my kids, yeah, on her lips, yeah Skrrt off in the Benz, yeah, doing tricks, yeah Two hundred on the dash, yeah, tell the cashier They want me, I don't lack, yeah, got my gat, yeah Talk hot on getting whacked, yeah, body bag, yeah I'll be on the block on the regular With my niggas bustin' at the cops, on the regular Bitches suckin' dick, givin' top, on the regular Catch me water whippin' straight drop, on the regular Yeah you know I run up with the shit on the regular Bare-faced, I'ma hit a lick, on the regular Posted with the drop, gun cocked, on the regular Yeah I'm 6ix9ine with the nine, on the regular

choosin

Its not your fault At least put a nigga on then Uh, daytime lights on Hell yeah I'm frontin' but you love it I don't hide bitch, I'm high when I'm in public Even in my everyday ride I be stuntin' This is nothing really, you should see me Sunday I'm from New Orleans love, you know how I'm coming Hop out that Impala, left the motor running Them my lil homies front that store, they ain't gone touch it Spitta where you goin', finna meet the money I come through in that bread truck, everybody hungry I be trynna keep it low, but the streets be talking I heard they think I'm selling dope, on them walkie talkies They worst than them bitches, them bitches be stalkin' Outside checkin' for which car a nigga parkin' She said she from Belize, but she can speak Ferrari I roll that tree and I write a song about it in the morning Pull up in that errrr and them bitches start choosin' Choosin', choosin', choosin', choosin' Pull off in that skrrrrr and them haters gone lose it Lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it Pull up in that errrr and them bitches start choosin' Choosin', choosin', choosin', choosin' Pull off in that skrrrrr and them haters gone lose it Lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it Pull up, pushing buttons blowing OG like it's nothing Marijuana fussin, smoking loud is no discussion Black & Yellow, Black & Yellow, something out of nothing Choppers like the Russians, bust your head that's a concussion Full time grinder, all the time hustlin' Bitch, I'm from the Burg so you know that I be thuggin' Made it from the bottom, so in God we put our trust in Certified stoner, get a Raw and put a nug in Rari's, Rari's, Rari's, Lamborghini hari kari Suicidal doors, tell the owner I said sorry Pull up in that you know, pockets fat like sumo Taylor Gang or Die, Jet 'La La La' Life! Pull up in that errrr and them bitches start choosin' Choosin', choosin', choosin', choosin' Pull off in that skrrrrr and them haters gone lose it Lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it Pull up in that errrr and them bitches start choosin' Choosin', choosin', choosin', choosin' Pull off in that skrrrrr and them haters gone lose it Lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it My homies, we sold pills, The motive was chrome wheels Pullin' up to club Liv, makin' them hoes peel My niggas was way trill, wardrobe was unreal My Cuban was Spanish gold, so vintage as my Cazals I'm talking the facts of life, can I just have a slice? Best seats at the game, 'Bron having a night Let him go check the stats, cause all I want is the racks Even moving the merch, I'm getting 60 a hat MCM on my luggage, Reebok making me buttered Behike Cuban cigars bombaclot he think he Dudus Double M, we the hottest on the fucking turf I'm going straight to heaven, crib built like the church Pull up in that errrr and them bitches start choosin' Choosin', choosin', choosin', choosin' Pull off in that skrrrrr and them haters gone lose it Lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it Pull up in that errrr and them bitches start choosin' Choosin', choosin', choosin', choosin' Pull off in that skrrrrr and them haters gone lose it Lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it

perfect ten

Yeah You don't know who swimmin' naked 'til the tide come in Mustard on the beat, ho Fuck where your hoes at or where your Rolls at Where your backbone, nigga, where your code at? Where your down since day one real bros at? Where them stories that you tellin' unfold at? Where your heart, nigga? Where your soul at? We got old school ways, we expose that Ain't no guarantees, but you know that Niggas die every day, can't control that Ken Griffey throwback, nigga had to go left Must've popped twenty-eight times, 'cause it's four left If it's 'bout mine, ain't a nigga that I won't check Run through your hardest homeboy, you could go next '85 Cut', dawg, Hussle had the Rolex Chain on my white tee, now you see the progress Stacked every chip on myself, time to collect All money in, just imagine what I gross back Fuck where your hoes at or where your Rolls at Where your backbone, nigga, where your code at? Where your down since day one real bros at? Where them stories that you tellin' unfold at? Where your heart, nigga? Where your soul at? We got old school ways, we expose that Ain't no guarantees, but you know that Niggas die every day, can't control that That's why I called my thing The Marathon (Yeah) 'Cause I, I'm not gon' lie and portray, um, this ultimate poise Like I been had it figured out Nah, I just didn't quit That's the only distinguishing quality From me and probably whoever else is goin' through this Went through this, or is gonna go through this Is that I ain't quit I went through every emotion I went through every emotion with tryna pursue what I'm doing You know what I mean? (Mhm) And I think that what, what's gon' separate whoever's gon' try to go for something is that, you ain't gon' quit That's, you know, you really gon' take the stance of I'm gon' die behind what I'm gettin' at right here Fuck where your hoes at or where your Rolls at Where your backbone, nigga, where your code at? Where your down since day one real bros at? Where them stories that you tellin' unfold at? Where your heart, nigga? Where your soul at? We got old school ways, we expose that Ain't no guarantees, but you know that Niggas die every day, can't control that I think that our reaction to being disrespected We gotta, we gotta, we have to reassess how we react You know what I mean? I think that, we've been known as, as hip hop, to make songs And that's a part of it And then, we gotta, we gotta go a step further because I think that It's like a disease in a body Once you start givin' it a treatment it'll get immune to the treatment (Mhm) And you gotta try something else to kill that disease So, I think protest music is important I think that YG was a genius Fuck where your hoes at or where your Rolls at Where your backbone, nigga, where your code at? Where your down since day one real bros at? Where them stories that you tellin' unfold at? Where your heart, nigga? Where your soul at? We got old school ways, we expose that Ain't no guarantees, but you know that Niggas die every day, can't control that

1night

I know you want this for life Taking pictures with all my ice But I can't have no wife I just want you for the night I know you want this for life Taking pictures with all my ice But I can't have no wife I just want you for the night I know you want this for life Fuck you so good you be calling out to Christ Bottles of the Tech got it laid on ice We spent four seasons at the Four Seasons twice You be calling all your homegirls like "I'm his wife" Hell nah, you trippin', reevaluate your life I can't love no bitch, every single ho is trife I sip dirty Sprite just to get me through the night But I need you there Promise that I need you there Ain't no other bitch gon' fuck me like you do I swear Put that on my gang I swear I just can't put you on front street like you want I know But baby you is not no ho And I put it on my gang I'm not no average joe It's Yachty from the block you know I know you want this for life Taking pictures with all my ice But I can't have no wife I just want you for the night I know you want this for life Taking pictures with all my ice But I can't have no wife I just want you for the night

driving ms daisy

Somewhere this shit done got crazy I've just been drivin' Ms. Daisy With my hands on the steering wheel And my eyes on the pavement I give a fuck 'bout where they went I owe my lawyer a payment They talkin' 'bout no arraignment Now I wonder where the rain went I just been all in my mind, homies tell me I'm stressin' I been countin' what's on my bucket list And not on my blessings I think it's time for a lesson, hold up (Hold up), you better pay attention I-I-I can't end up like my mama poppin' anti-depressants My therapist think I'm crazy (Uh, yeah, yeah-yeah) Well, shit, she probably does (Aw yeah!) All that stress I'm under, I wonder why I don't do drugs (I don't do drugs, yeah) Raised in a household full of killers and thugs (Uh, uh, uh) Shit, I've been in doubt so long, don't know who I was But I know who I am (Know who I am) Yes, I know who I is (Know who I is) Please pardon my grammar, Daisy vibin' with this I've just been drivin' Uh-uh, nah-nah, da-da-da, la-da-da-da I've just been drivin' Uh-uh, nah-nah, da-da-da, la-da-da-da I just been drivin' Miss Daisy Uh-uh, nah-nah, nah-nah, uh, uh, ah-da-da I just been drivin' Miss Daisy Uh-uh, nah-nah, nah-nah, uh, uh, ah-da-da (Yeah) I've just been drivin' Miss Daisy Uh-uh, nah-nah, nah-nah, uh, uh, ah-da-da (Yeah) I've just been drivin' Miss Daisy Uh-uh, nah-nah, nah-nah, uh, uh, ah-da-da (Yeah, yeah, yeah) That Bino the realest (Uh) This beat made me kill it (Uh) Her feet to the ceiling, she said that she love me She never said that in college, 3005 is our mileage I'm in my lane like a Prius, because I'm movin' in silence You still ain't broke down yet? (Yeah) All the flashing lights and a couple Crown Vic's Wanna rock a crown and a ring on the left Tell your nigga speed up, she don't wanna get left Relationships look closer in that rear view Finally slow it down and realize she ain't nowhere near you So now you gotta stop (Stop), park (Park) Put that shit in neutral Yeah, you really love her, but is she worth yo' future? Your Ciara, your Beyoncé, they be sayin' he got money Think that Kim be wit Kanye if he left drive in the driveway? Yeah, I know who you are, yeah, I know who you is We were drivin' together, when we met we were kids You ain't know 'bout the biz, I ain't know 'bout it either I see you in that new ride, I flash my lights when I see you I just be drivin' Uh-uh, nah-nah, da-da-da, la-da-da-da (Yeah, uh, yeah) I just been drivin' (Yeah) Uh-uh, nah-nah, da-da-da, la-da-da-da I just been drivin' Miss Daisy Uh-uh, nah-nah, nah-nah, uh, uh, ah-da-da I just been drivin' Miss Daisy Uh-uh, nah-nah, nah-nah, uh, uh, ah-da-da I just been drivin' Miss Daisy Uh-uh, nah-nah, nah-nah, uh, uh, ah-da-da I just been drivin' Miss Daisy Uh-uh, nah-nah, nah-nah, uh, uh, ah-da-da (Yeah-yeah, you) Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, da-da Turn left on West Deer Park Doing 90 on the highway We gon' do it my way I said, 90 on the highway, we gon' do it my way Uh, I said, 90 on the high, 90 on the high, ah-da-da 90 on the high, 90 on the high, ah-da-da I just been drivin' Miss Daisy (Yeah, uh, you-you, uh-uh, yeah, yeah-yeah) I just been drivin' Miss Daisy (You-you, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, uh, you-you, aw yeah! Uh-uh, you, you, you) I just been drivin' Miss Daisy (Yeah, you-you, uh yeah, uh yeah-yeah) I just been drivin' Miss Daisy (You-you, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, uh, you-you, aw yeah! You-you, you-you, yeah-yeah)

on god

DY Krazy Uh, oh Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Brand new Chanels Don't look at the tag, baby I bought her ass, best believe that I'm gon' tap, baby I drive in the Jag crazy I crash that bitch daily Had to upgrade to a Mercedes (Ayy) I made a bag, baby (Yeah) I made a bag, baby (On God) I made a bag, baby (On God) I made a bag, baby (On God) I'm in my bag (On God) I drive it real fast, baby (On God) Mercedes Benz (On God) I'm in my bag, baby I'm in first class, baby (On God) You in last, baby (On God) I'm a 90's baby But I cook that shit from the '80s (On God) Hardtop Mercedes (On God) I'm ridin' in a drop Mercedes (That's on God) Fuck all your opps, don't save 'em (That's on God) Just let the AK rearrange ya (That's on God) Fuck on a opp nigga's bitch on the daily (On God) Ball on a bitch, Tracy McGrady (That's on God) Throw B's up for the brazy (On God) I put the K in crazy (On God) I'm with No Limit, that's on the daily (On God) That choppa turn ya like pages, uh (On God) Headshot your face lookin' crazy, uh (On God) Did I say cray? I meant brazy, uh I got four pockets with lettuce We 'bout to show 'em who the best is I need an ambulance up in the nosebleeds I designed her lil' body, she a trophy And she do what the Simon say I'm 'bout to buy her the All-State I'ma fill up this bitch with some more shit Whatever, bitch, she a Barbie Brand new Chanels Don't look at the tag, baby I bought her ass, best believe that I'm gon' tap, baby I drive in the Jag crazy I crash that bitch daily Had to upgrade to a Mercedes (Ayy) I made a bag, baby (Yeah) I made a bag, baby (On God) I made a bag, baby (On God) I made a bag, baby (On God) I'm in my bag (On God) I drive it real fast, baby (On God) Mercedes Benz (On God) I'm in my bag, baby I'm not God, baby (On God) I don't forgive, baby (On God) My niggas in your crib, baby (On God) They go real brazy (That's on God) I'ma pull up in the latest (On God) Matte black, you know that I painted it (On God) New millennium, totin' the stainless (On God) Got a red beam for long ranges, yeah (On God, on God, on God) I got savage ways (On God) I got baddie babes (That's on God) I got me the swings (No cap, on God) All I'm bringin' in (No cap, on God) Yeah (Uh) The way you lied to me is too fugazi (On God) No magazine shells fade away (Uh) I'm in Japan with an Asian persuasion (Yeah, on God) Bitches from the Himalayas bringin' me bacon Gucci robes like masons, fuck her in a Bathing Ape apron My bitch foreign I don't know where she from, I ain't tryna be racist (On God) I don't fuck with niggas, I'm racist, uh Get my dick sucked by a soul taker, uh I told her I just want the top Your clothes, don't even take it off (That's on God) I'm Paul Walker when I'm takin' off I'm fast and furious on you hoes (On God) Unlike you broke-ass niggas, I actually achieve my goals (That's on God) I'm 'bout to ride, I'll add her name in my tats I'm too good up to ever disguise, I get fed up after runnin' 'round, yeah I gotta try it, I done pulled her panties to the side Got four closets for my child, I got even more for my wife Yeah, yeah Yeah, that's on God That's on God DY Krazy Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah That's on God DY Krazy Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah That's on God, that's on God That's on God, that's on God, that's on... Brand new Chanels Don't look at the tag, baby I bought her ass, best believe that I'm gon' tap, baby I drive in the Jag crazy I crash that bitch daily Had to upgrade to a Mercedes (Ayy) I made a bag, baby (Yeah) I made a bag, baby (On God) I made a bag, baby (On God) I made a bag, baby (On God) I'm in my bag (On God) I drive it real fast, baby (On God) Mercedes Benz (On God) I'm in my bag, baby

goldie

Aha, aha I said it must be 'cause a nigga got dough Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold Hoes at my shows they be strippin' off they clothes And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes Niggas talk shit 'til they get lockjaw Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get glockjaw Party like a cowboy or a rockstar Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off Let's take it to the basics, you in the midst of greatness My Martin was a Maison, rocked Margielas with no laces Cristal go by the cases, wait hold up that was racist I would prefer the Aces, ain't no different when you taste it A 40 ounce to chase it, that's just a understatement I'm early to the party, but my 'Rari is the latest Somehow it seems girls in they late teens Remind me your favorite jeans cause they naked cause you famous Life's a mothafucka, ain't it? These other rappers ain't us So tell me what your name is, I'ma tell it to my stainless You aim it 'fore you bang it let that banger leave you brainless It's just me, myself, and I and mothafuckas that I came with Miscellaneous niggas wanna hate on me Until I tell 'em to they face they ain't no G Low key, niggas mad cause I'm smooth puffin' Zig Zags Tell 'em quit the riff raff bitchin' with your bitch ass I said it must be 'cause a nigga got dough Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold Hoes at my shows they be strippin' off they clothes And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes Niggas talk shit 'til they get lockjaw Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get glockjaw Party like a cowboy or a rockstar Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off Yes, I'm the shit, tell me do it stink? It feel good wakin' up to money in the bank Three model bitches, cocaine on the sink And I'm so 'bout it 'bout it, I might roll up in a tank Cause my chain came from Cuba, got a lock up on the link And them red bottom loafers just to compliment the mink Eyes chink, rollin' up that dank, blowin' on that stank What you mean? Tell me what you drink, I'm on that kissin' pink You could call me Billy Gates, got a crib in every state Man on the moon, got a condo out in space Open up your legs, tell me how it taste And them niggas talkin' shit so tell 'em, “Tell it to my face” Tell that bitch, hop up on my dick, rolled up on her quick In a six, told her suck a dick, motorboat her tits I'm the shit, niggas mad cause I'm smooth puffin' Zig-Zags Tell 'em quit the riff raff bitchin' with your bitch ass I said it must be 'cause a nigga got dough Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold Hoes at my shows they be strippin' off they clothes And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes Niggas talk shit 'til they get lockjaw Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get glockjaw Party like a cowboy or a rockstar Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off Oh, yeah, oh, right Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, yeah, oh, yeah Oh, yeah Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off (Right, right)

only 4 the righteous poem

I'm Down with strictly Dope "So" That means I'm more than u can handle "Hot" I'm hotter than the wax from a candle "Him" that's Roc he's my microphone companion "Lyrics" full of knowledge truth and understanding "Hobbies" rapping is my only recreation "retire" u must be on some kind of medication "why" because I'll never loosen up my mic grip "Drugs" never cuz I'm living on the right tip "sex" only with my girl because I love her "Babies" impossible I always use a rubber "Bored" rarely cuz I'm keeping myself busy "Scratch" nah I leave the cutting up 2 Dize "Dize?" yeh that's my D.J. he's the greatest "Word" nah he's paying me 2 say this "the mind" is something that I cultivate and treasure "Thanks" you're welcome and besides it was my Pleasure

candles

I don't know if it's because my heart hurts or if I'm insecure I'm not sure (Yeah, I like that) Uh Yeah, I'm not sure I don't know if it's because my heart hurts or if I'm insecure Baby, you're not her My last girl had me so fucked up, it was a blacked out blur Baby, you jump first It's a long way to hell, I ain't really tryna leave this Earth Baby, do your worst I've come to the conclusion you can't kill me if I kill you first I've been through the wringer Tryna put a diamond ring on her finger She love drama, she be watching Jerry Springer Next thing you know, we all on Jerry Springer I play love games, but no, I'm not a cheater She hate it when I sip codeine, I'm a leaner The devil on my shoulder keep on telling me to keep her Should I take her out or should I take her to the cleaner? Love don't end good for me, no good for me She's good for me, too good These hoes love playing me, heartbreaking me Don't pray for me, just bring me drugs Just give me drugs Just bring me drugs Just give me drugs Yeah, I'm not sure I don't know if it's because my heart hurts or if I'm insecure Baby, you're not her My last girl had me so fucked up, it was a blacked out blur Baby, you jump first It's a long way to hell, I ain't really tryna leave this Earth Baby, do your worst I've come to the conclusion you can't kill me if I kill you first I told her, "Run around and get away" I think I need a getaway I need to call a timeout, I need to set another play I need a umbrella 'cause every day feel like a rainy day I need something other than Xannies to take the pain away I ran away to California, I'm tryna cut corners Satan bossing me around but you know I don't take orders Yeah, I had to move around, I was starting to feel cornered Starting to feel cornered, I can't see the front door Starting to feel cornered, starting to feel slaughtered Started to not give a fuck, screaming out "Why bother?" My ex-bitch too bad, my next bitch way hotter We met in a car crash, she ride it like full throttle I'm not sure I don't know if it's because my heart hurts or if I'm insecure Baby, you're not her My last girl had me so fucked up, it was a blacked out blur Baby, you jump first It's a long way to hell, I ain't really tryna leave this Earth Baby, do your worst I've come to the conclusion you can't kill me if I kill you first

my homies still

Pump that bass Man, fuck ya'll with a sick dick, semi automatic, no click click We don't feel you, like an elephant getting fucked with a tick dick Little nigga with a thick bitch, and before I fuck this bitch I gotta put that patch over my third eye: Slick Rick Trukfit, T-shirt, talk second, skeet first Boy, your girl a jump off, I hope she land feet first She give me brain: research, and I prefer reefer But if you want some coke, that's cool, 'cause my homies still Yeah, my homies still Haha, my homies still Yeah, my homies still Don’t make my goons go stupid Go stupid, go stupid, yeah (boy) Don’t make my goons go stupid Go stupid, (go dumb) go stupid, yeah (Whoa, boy) Okay, my girls and cars both skrt off (skrt) I like a pussy so wet that I can surf off (whoa) In a hotspot 'cause a nigga never chillin' (chillin') I do it for my niggas, I just do it to these bitches Boy, I overgrind (whoa), overshine (whoa) Ain't another nigga over Sean (boy, boy) I'm getting paid, it's Oprah time (boy, boy) I’m rollin' pine, I’m so divine I’m west side, west side, dark glasses on like I'm goin' blind Looking like Eazy E, it’s just me and Lil Weezy-we Get off my dick! Yeah, my homies still (whoa) Haha, my homies still (boy, boy, boy) Yeah, my homies still (whoah, oh God) Don’t make my goons go stupid Go stupid, go stupid (boy, boy), yeah Don’t make my goons go stupid Go stupid (go dumb), go stupid, yeah (Whoa, whoa, oh God) Look, I’m east side, them haters 90 going west (boy, boy, boy) My niggas pumping so much bass, motherfuckers going deaf (huh?) Weezy F, I'm east side, them haters 90 going west My niggas pumping so much bass (pump that bass) Tunechi, Tunechi, Tunechi, I don’t love them hoes Got so much coke, you gon' need another nose Man, I just play my hand, but I am not the dealer You see I got them tear drops, I cry your ass a river I got that Trukfit T-shirt, listening to Rebirth I skate until my feet hurt, Hot Boy, free Turk Pussy for dessert, put your ass beneath Earth And I don’t sell drugs, but if you need work My homies still Yeah, my homies still Haha, my homies still Yeah, my homies still Whoa, okay Boy, this here’s what I do do (do do) Got your sister dancing, not the kind that's in a tutu (no) Got me in control, no strings attached, that's that voodoo (go) She said can’t nobody do it better, I tell her, "True, true," yeah, bitch, true, true My, my, my bro-bro say these bitches ain't shit (ain't shit) I got the girl you came with and the girl she came with She leaking and drippin’, whoa, there I might just come slip in (whoa, whoa, whoa) And your misses gonna go missin’ if she addicted to what my dick did Boy, I get it! (I get it) Lil bitch! My homies still Haha, my homies still (Finally Famous in this) Yeah my homies still (G.O.O.D.) Little nigga make my goons go stupid Go stupid (go stupid), go stupid (go stupid) (boy, boy) Don’t make my goons go stupid Go stupid, go stupid, yeah (go dumb) Look, I’m eastside them haters 90 going West (whoa) My niggas pumping so much bass, motherfuckers going deaf Weezy F, I'm eastside my nigga Sean from the West And niggas pumping so much bass (pump that bass) Yeah, uh-huh Young Mula Truk yo girl (Pump that bass)

bagdad cap7 liturgia

Y se va a quemar, si sigue ahí Las llamas van al cielo a morir Ya no hay nadie más por ahí No hay nadie más, senta'ita dando palmas Y se va a quemar, si sigue ahí Las llamas van al cielo a morir Ya no hay nadie más por ahí No hay nadie más, no hay nadie más Por la noche, la sali'a del Bagdad Pelo negro, ojos oscuros Bonita pero apena' Senta'ita, cabizbaja dando palmas Mientras a su alrededor Pasaban, la miraban La miraban sin ver na' Solita en el infierno En el infierno está atrapa' Senta'ita, las manos las juntaba Que al compás por bulerías Parecía que rezaba Junta las palmas y las separa Junta las palmas y las separa (Junta las palmas, las separa) Junta las palmas y las separa (Junta las palmas y las separa) Junta las palmas y las separa (Junta las palmas, las separa) Junta las palmas y las separa (Junta las palmas y las separa) Junta las palmas y las separa (Junta las palmas, las separa) Junta las palmas y las separa (Junta las palmas y las separa) Junta las palmas y las separa De las luces Sale un ángel que cayó Tiene una marca en el alma Pero ella no se la vio Senta'ita, al cielo quie' rezarle Prenda'ita de sus males Que Dios tendrá que cobrarle Y se va a quemar, si sigue ahí Las llamas van al cielo a morir Ya no hay nadie más por ahí No hay nadie más, senta'ita dando palmas Y se va a quemar, si sigue ahí Las llamas van al cielo a morir Ya no hay nadie más por ahí No hay nadie más, no hay nadie más Junta las palmas y las separa Junta las palmas y las separa (Junta las palmas, las separa) Junta las palmas y las separa (Junta las palmas y las separa) Junta las palmas y las separa (Junta las palmas, las separa) Junta las palmas y las separa (Junta las palmas y las separa) Junta las palmas y las separa (Junta las palmas, las separa) Junta las palmas y las separa Junta las palmas y las separa

rio remix

Yeah "Rio" remix Netsky, Macklemore Ayy, ayy Wherever she goes, I go, we roll, we go Flying over cities down to Rio, it's real Love that I feel, well nothing lasts forever But I'm down for the minute so just chill Wherever she goes, I go, we roll, we go Flying over cities down to Rio, it's real Love that I feel, well nothing lasts forever But I'm down for the minute so just chill Wherever she goes, I go, we roll, we go Flying over cities down to Rio, it's real Love that I feel, well nothing lasts forever But I'm down for the minute so just chill Wherever she goes, I go, we roll, we go Flying over cities down to Rio, it's real Love that I feel, well nothing lasts forever But I'm down for the minute so just chill It’s the “Rio” remix, you should see us Swimming in the ocean like the pool is hella heated Expedited Visa and I’m posted with my feet up Parasailing over beaches, got my girl from Ipanema I ain’t tripping if I’m mad blessed, nah I’m a bossa nova Stan Getz I… palm trees in the sandwich Like girl, hell nah, we ain’t leaving the hammock El Dorado panoramic, listen, I'mma use some spandex Whispered something in my ear, I did not understand it But I do not need to speak the language She’s magic, pull a hat trick, freaky though Supposed to go tomorrow, I know that I ain’t leaving though Every day is Carnival and that’s that shit that we be on I keep it on that need to know, posted on the front steps Life goes by, Rio, Rio in the sunset Wherever she goes, I go, we roll, we go Flying over cities down to Rio, it's real Love that I feel, well nothing lasts forever But I'm down for the minute so just chill Wherever she goes, I go, we roll, we go Flying over cities down to Rio, it's real Love that I feel, well nothing lasts forever But I'm down for the minute so just chill

simple life

It's the simple life that I'm dreaming of It's the simple life that I'm dreaming of No more sleepless nights looking for the way to survive But I simply can't afford to change it up, change it up It's the simple life that I'm dreaming of It's the simple life that I'm dreaming of No more sleepless nights looking for the way to survive But I simply can't afford to change it up, change it up Listen Yeah, when I came in the game I kept my eyes wide open like fish in the sea I'm done smiling with people I don't like in places I don't wanna be She told me it's just a little bit of powder so I look better in HD I saw the video, I had so much make-up I didn't even look like me So now it's just me, myself and the camera, 1080p She saw the video fullscreen on YouTube, now she wants to fuck with a G Told me she'd come into my house in a long coat with nothing underneath I would love you more if you brought me a packet of Rizla and something to eat Please, keep it simple don't act like a leech I don't wanna hear your "I'm not a groupie, tell me your real name" speech My real name is Skepta and I do this for my niggas that breach I do this for the girl with green eyes sunbathing topless on a beach I tell an A&R come check me if you wanna talk about making an anthem You wanna talk label politics, go and check David Cameron Cause if success is judged by chart positions and riches I'll put the mic down and leave my legacy to reign on all these bitches I love you so much sometimes I can't breathe But I still find that standing here watching you leave I know you want excitement and life on the edge And I lived like that for so long that it fucked with my head It's the simple life that I'm dreaming of It's the simple life that I'm dreaming of No more sleepless nights looking for the way to survive But I simply can't afford to change it up, change it up

bts pre debut information

BTS Pre-Debut Tracks: All participating BTS members are written on the left column. Additional artists in the song are included in brackets to the right of the song title. 2008 RM: “Jungle” RM: “Collabo/Untitled Collab” RM: “Check the Voice” RM: “7 Dayz” RM: “필청 최고인듯 (Fuck Cockroachez)” RM: “LaLaLa” RM: 녹음물 (untitled recording) RM: “Can We ” RM: “The Realest” RM: “Kanji Player” 2009 RM: "Wicked Man" RM, Supreme Boi: “2009년 2번째 94년생 단체곡 (2009's Second 94-Liners Group Rap)” RM: “일단 들어봐 (Listen First)” RM, Supreme Boi: “The Swagger” 2010 SUGA (producing only): 518-062 RM: SEVENTEEN RM: Dreamin’ IRON: SHOW IRON: ING BPB (RM, IRON, Supreme Boi): Hook 가요 RM: Where U At? BPB (RM, IRON, Supreme Boi): We Are B.P.B BPB (RM, IRON): 재 (Ashes) BPB (RM, IRON, Supreme Boi): Love U, Hate U SUGA: Swagger SUGA: Diss 2011 BPB (RM): Bad Girl BPB (RM, IRON, Supreme Boi): Because I’m a Foolish Woman RM, Supreme Boi: Rollin’ SUGA: All I Do Is Win RM: 비싼여자 (Expensive Girl) RM: The Rap Monster RM: Glory BTS (RM, SUGA, j-hope): 팔도강산 (Satoori Rap) - orig. ver. BTS (RM, j-hope): “널 웃게 할 노래 (Song to Make You Smile)” 2012 RM: U Can’t Do That RM: Naa RM: Illest Bitch BTS (RM, SUGA, Jin): 학교의 눈물 (School of Tears) RM: Tipsy RM: Favorite Girl RM, Jungkook: Like a Star RM: Thinkin’ Bout U RM: Regular Girl RM: Suicide j-hope: Animal RM: Vote (닥투) RM (video appearance by Jin): Let's Introduce BANGTAN ROOM BTS (all but J-hope): A Typical Trainee’s Christmas RM, Jungkook: Waterfalls RM, Jin: Trouble 2013 RM: Freestyle RM: Freestyle 2 RM: Unknown Title (on Nicki Minaj- Itty Bitty Piggy) BTS (RM, SUGA, Jin):어른아이 (Adult Child) BTS (j-hope, Jimin, Jungkook): 방탄소년들의 졸업 (Bangtan Graduation) SUGA: Dream Money RM: Freestyle 3 RM: Freestyle 4 Post Debut Releases Not Included On Soundcloud Jin, Jimin, V, Jungkook: You're My (cover) BTS - I Need A Girl (live cover) RM - Memories

can you keep up

Now it's finna be some energy, we got the remedy I'm in the vicinity of a nigga that can spit it with me Feel the fire whenever we act up Everybody else is incompatible with the artillery So forget about it when you hear about it Cause it's too fast when I pass the baton to Busta Hit a victim in the middle of the body with a bullet and a rhythm Every murder is a structure Every time I hit you niggers with another jam be blacking I be sounding like a nigga full of anger Now I'm back to beat you in the head, I'll bring another banger With my nigga Twist, everything we do be up to wanger You don't really, really wanna see the way that I come And I'll give it to you, get up on the ceiling see a nigga numb Do it how I wanna do it 'till I make another nigga drop I put my money on it, homie, I'm the one Go on here, pick it up, carry it the way you wanna carry it Do whatever you wanna do Show the competition how we gunning too when we coming through Better never let a nigga never get in front of you I wanna be, I wanna pro, wanna get in Then racin' so fast, they call me flash Don't nobody really wanna We can hit 'em like a couple of millimeters Woopin' a niggas' ass Skibbedy boop, skibbedy bop, skibbedy beep I'm skipping all over on another Just Blaze hit Now I know a lot of y'all been sitting, waiting and wondering Was we ever gonna do this shit And then we came to hit 'em with another flow Pop champagne, celebrate and kill another show Gotta campaign, the greatest niggas, y'all already know that Never do this kinda shit, Twista, get 'em, gotta go Now I gotta ask y'all Can you keep up? Can you keep up? Can you keep up? Can you keep up? Can you keep up? Can you keep up? Now try to catch me if you can Can you keep up? Can you keep up? Can you keep up? Can you keep up? Can you keep up? Can you keep up? Now try to catch (Now try to catch me) Kill everybody cause I'm gunning outta stress If I'm running outta breath, he gonna pick up where I left off Keep him with me when he spitting cause the flow be the bidness I'm a menace when I bust a lyrical tec off Go faster than Ricky Bobby, kill him in Talladega Nights Niggas try to get up, when a nigga hit up When it I come I promise you gotta pay the price Look, why don't everybody wanna come and try get a little taste Of the shit I got, let me put it all up in your face When I spit it I got a nigga wilding all over the place Everybody better listen here Cause you know when I bring him I will never, never stop Make a nigga rewind and bring it back to the top Throw the shit up in the streets and I be running every block Everybody better stand clear Like a millimeter when I be booking the track up Motivated for murder whenever I act up A couple of phenomenal niggas can stack up Gets anybody that wanna live in the back up Killing everybody when I bust a clip off Cause I'mma be attacking them with the insane flow Then I be having them calling me Twista Phelps And my nigga Buss like Usain Bolt Shocked a nigga like I was a thousand volts Now I'm sailing on the beat the way I'm sailing on the boat The way I gotta kill 'em and the way I gotta flow You don't really wanna test me, boy, cause I'll pop ya When I'm in the spot you know you can't leave I spit every word 'till, damn I can't breathe You never heard 'till you nosebleed Twista, please Now you know I got ya Now I gotta ask y'all Can you keep up? Can you keep up? Can you keep up? Can you keep up? Can you keep up? Can you keep up? Now try to catch me if you can Can you keep up? Can you keep up? Can you keep up? Can you keep up? Can you keep up? Can you keep up? Now try to catch (Now try to catch me) You can talk about it with a bunch of people That say that I'm a lyrical manifestation of rhythm Then I come and do the shit I gotta do and then I bang ‘em And get 'em and do it every single time I hit 'em When I do it its gotta be accurate Like I'm attacking the rhythm with such a vocal tenacity See the way a brother blacking I’m back and infant Cause every time we in the place you feeling the capacity I be coming with it, he be coming with it And nobody really do it how we do it And the flow is so fluid I gotta be an anomaly Gotta be an Odyssey; the prodigy, and I'mma be the one to prove it Don’t you ever forget it the way we coming And they sending somebody, gonna probably be needing a medic So give us the credit and I thought that we should oughta Be coming to slaughter so call out the order see the way we do it Can you keep up? Can you keep up? Can you keep up? Can you keep up? Can you keep up? Can you keep up? Now try to catch me if you can Can you keep up? Can you keep up? Can you keep up? Can you keep up? Can you keep up? Can you keep up? Now try to catch (Now try to catch me)

fuck up the club

Yeah! This that '63 AMG Ghost music It's that Ace of Spade, girl and it's toast music Nigga let's toast to it DJ Khaled! We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby And you better bring your whole crew We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby Yes any time you want to Boss 305 on my plates, a nigga still sellin' weight Still tippin' them scales, I'm Ross, fit in the Wraith They want too much for the taxes, I got my money in walls I got all the bitches, nigga I got all the sauce No reason I should lose, the leaders of the new Got on a couple chains, toy bands and tennis shoes Got on my Vacheron, Belaire, my bottles come Talkin' menage a trois, shawty let's have some fun Bellos at Wimbledon, hell of a gentleman There is no bigger boss, if so then send ‘em in I'm talkin' numbers, nigga, I've never fumbled, nigga Standin' on a ball ballin' and I do it when I want it, nigga We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby And you better bring your whole crew We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby Yes, any time you want to 4Hunnid! 4Hunnid, Hunnid! Young nigga, young nigga, got a gun, run nigga Painted all the rivers red, this blood shit stuck with him Hustle hard, hustle hard, bad bitches, fuck 'em all Businessman, businessman, always tryna cut the costs That's photos, that's more dough Maybachs for everybody, nigga, squad goals Flex on 'em, they're like, "Uh oh!" Entourage, entourage, pullin' up in four 4-doors West coast, that's my shit, 4Hunnid, that's my clique Last nigga that beat the pussy up, well, um, that's my bitch I don't give no fucks, I don't give no fucks 40 bands, just blew in the club, oh well, nigga, so what? We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby And you better bring your whole crew We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby Yes any time you want to Aces comin' by the 12 pack, young nigga in a Hellcat GPS on the pack, tell the plug they can mail that Tell the plug they can mail that, young nigga, I'ma sell that Mouth closed, I'll never talk Won't say a word and went to jail that Sauce drippin', I'll fuck 'em up, .40 on me 'til I cough it up Big Gotti, I'm bossin' up If it's under a hunnid it don't cost enough Tearin' clubs up like Three Six I be tearin' plugs up, that's that street shit I be fuckin' boss bitches, they don't need shit Tell me, where my boss bitches who don't need shit? Yeah, these diamonds, not rhinestones Trap jumpin', yeah the line long All this money got my mind gone All this money got my mind gone We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby And you better bring your whole crew We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby Yes any time you want to

i gave it all

Yo, first and foremost Let me make it clear that I do not give a single shit Whether or not I win this contest Or what anyone on Funk Volume thinks Especially not Hopsin's bitch ass Alright, let's do it Yo, I'm a Oh fuck Dammit See I talk all this shit, then I miss the downbeat I'm so stupid, guess I'll just have to wait till it flips over Ok here it comes Look at your ass waiting like a dumb bitch Wondering what kind of style I'mma come with Who am I? Well, I figured it’d be as good a time as any for an introduction Tell em’ (Hey) I’m the (J) to the (O) OH, and if you don’t (know) Just don’t make any assumptions Cause I got a bad habit that I’ve had, popping up and delivering Thousands upon thousands of punches Now they love it when I take it down and sing but I’m gonna have to bring A little something for my people in the dungeon Muhfuckas try to chop but they put the same bullshit words In repetitive abundance “And I’m gonna get them everybody with a little bit of ‘comin to get em’” And then they all submitted them in to the hundreds You ain’t tricking anybody with that bullshit chump! Write something with substance (punk bitch) NOW let me show you motherfuckers how it’s done When the very next moment is another step closer to the grave That’s just how I get down with it get used to the shit I’m here to stay I’ll never make another effort to appease When they just don’t believe And there isn’t any time to waste I’ve answered the call I’m back for em all But I guess all that I had wasn’t all that great There was something they took from me that meant more than you could ever imagine Wait for the wonderful day when I drag them down to the depths of the treacherous labyrinth Over and over we go around and around and we never get passed it… (we can do better than that, c’mon let’s get it movin, here we go!) Found it unavoidable that I would die alone inside the prison when they left me In the shackles and the darkness Wondering every moment if I’d ever see the light again or Take another step into the manor or the garden I took it upon my cause, hemmed together a garment Into the harlequin I turned and with the falling of my father I came into the place (hey), where I am (hey), here we go (now), for the next page of the parchment… Wait a minute, wait a minute Hey center-lead Jokerr Yes, right ad-lib Jokerr? Where'd Lower-left Auxiliary Jokerr go? Oh my God I was about to ask the same question You know he did say something earlier about buying face paint for something he was gonna do He'a probably up to something You know he really needs to grow up Seriously Hi I’m a juggalo, murder you, you wanna go? You don’t wanna go to the carnival, no Cause we’ll go to the house of horrors and I’ll kill your mom And I’ll chop you up and kill your girlfriend with a.. bomb! Oh my God, shut up! You sound like a freaking retard You just couldn't resist dissing somebody could you I really couldn't, I just hate Juggalo rappers so much, they just suck Yeah we know but now we gotta finish this damn video, so what do you suggest? We could probably just do that fast chorus part from earlier again Hmm, that works There was something they took from me that meant more than you could ever imagine Wait for the wonderful day when I drag them down to the depths of the treacherous labyrinth Over and over we go around and around and we never get passed it… (Nah, we never get passed it, here’s a little something for you arrogant bastards…) Found it unavoidable that I would die alone inside the prison when they left me In the shackles and the darkness Wondering every moment if I’d ever see the light again or Take another step into the manor or the garden I took it upon my cause, hemmed together a garment Into the harlequin I turned and with the falling of my father I came into the place (hey), where I am (hey), here we go (now), for the next page of the parchment… Dude, the song's done The song's done SHUT UP! Oh, oh, oh, my bad Hehe Fade out What the hell

lef

Eh-eh Eh-eh Eh-eh-eh Liberté, égalité (Back to the Future), faudra m'indiquer AK-47 fait du nettoyage de qualité Mais tu n'en as pas idée On ne s'arrêtera pas tant que le chargeur n'sera pas vidé, l'rap décapité Izi J'crois que j'ai assez d'amour dans l'coeur pour vous faire la guerre J'crois qu'il y a même pas assez de sang dans vos veines pour remplir mon verre Je vais venir, j'vais voir, j'vais vaincre en dépit de votre aide Construire mon empire avec les débris du World Trade J'ai surfé sur la vague du crime sans faire la ola J'écris mieux que Zola et je n'suis qu'un jeune mollah Que personne ne m'en veuille si j'suis pas poli, me piéger comme un colis J'te le dis, à ma décharge je plaiderai la folie J'arrive comme un virus, non détecté par Curie De mon écurie sort une tuerie sur les traces de l'étoile de Sirius Hy-hydrodynamique, du coffre à la calandre Juste en leur parlant faut qu'ils jouissent, juste en leur calant entre les cuisses Figure osseuse, la faucheuse est enchantée GB 100 sur mains gantées, yeux rouges comme un soleil ensanglanté Cœur de ciment j'parle up', j'vais faire comme le Duc J'vais pas les prendre par les sentiments, j'vais les prendre par le uc' Liberté, égalité, faudra m'indiquer AK-47 fait du nettoyage de qualité Mais tu n'en as pas idée (Orh Click) On ne s'arrêtera pas tant que le chargeur n'sera pas vidé, l'rap décapité Tous mes rates-pi sont validés (Kaaris) J'ai parloir au premier tour, j'suis un soldat dès le premier jour Peu importe c'qui va m'arriver Linceul blanc tâché de sang quand je partirai (Kaaris) On m'a dit ils te rejettent alors domine-les 2.7.0 parce que ce système n'est qu'une grosse tapette gominée Sans âme, nos corps ne sont qu'de la viande auxquels on retire tout le sel J'sais pas où j'vais mourir mais j'sais qu'j'suis né quelque part sous le ciel J'farcis de balles pour les enterrer, j'noircis des pages pour les éclairer Les anges muets ont un cri, je sais que même les rêves ont un prix Ce bas-monde est un wagon sans freins en direction des enfers J'hésite entre les horaires du train et les horaires des prières On me dit de freiner Mais le pompe veut leur faire un trou si large dans l'ventre qu'on va savoir ce qu'ils ont mangé au petit-déjeuner Je sais que j'dois m'élever, oui, je sais mais j'aime la rue Oui, je sais qu'la force d'un homme peut raser une montagne si elle gêne la vue-vue Jeune mollah, adoubé Parce que le Guide a été touché le jour où Carla a accouché Dans mon crâne y'a du magma, je ronge ma plaie c'est Madmax Dans mes sons je suis lade-ma, et mon cœur éponge le plasma Liberté, égalité, faudra m'indiquer AK-47 fait du nettoyage de qualité Mais tu n'en as pas idée On ne s'arrêtera pas tant que le chargeur n'sera pas vidé, l'rap décapité Tous mes rates-pi sont validés J'ai parloir au premier tour, j'suis un soldat dès le premier jour Peu importe c'qui va m'arriver Linceul blanc tâché de sang quand je partirai 2.7.0 92i 4124 Kaaris, Kaaris Orh Click, Click

drunk in love remix

I've been drinking, I been drinking I'm off that vodka ain't no tellin' what or why A nigga thinking what he thinking, yeah Ain't no thoughts all I know is I won't judge you no I... Baby I won't judge you Ain't no police around here baby I won't judge you Wee-ow-wee wee-ow-wee Drunk in love That's how ya feelin', that's how ya feelin' And I'm decided 'bout your comfort level while I'm drilling, while I'm drilling Fuck them bands girl me and you going for a million and a billion And I can't keep my fucking eyes off you I won't sweat you, no no Just tryin' creep but your boyfriend here he won't let you We woke up in the kitchen screaming 'how this shit happen to us?' oh baby Drunk in love One thing I remember that beautiful body off inside one club Drunk in love Get the flame in that lighter You gon' get the pussy indicted You done got me all inside her When a nigga get the pussy I bite her You call me the young Mike Tyson Ay, I'm pouring that drink on top of you And I'mma sip it all off of you Sip, sip, sip Sipping on some champagne Fucking up the bitch brain Changing up your last name Fucking in my gold chains (woo) Got you higher than an airplane You get that hyping on that dick, Soul Train Mix that Spade in that syrup If I do say so myself I pour a cup of dirty Sprite And I drink it by myself Pussy soaking like some ally water Did it on the steps We done did it everywhere And them other place that's left Honest

thunder

Doped up Take drugs and I'm posting up On the stoop just rolling up Too many blunts, she say "hold up" Just ridin' 'round raining out, so we slidin' round Bass baning like thunder storms Talk down see me pulling that lighting out And I'll strike ya, like striker See I roll your ashes and light ya Either way I'm with the team Or I'm with the KLVN Either way I ain't about to fight ya We're gonna find ya, and teach ya That everything ain't peaches See everything ain't gravy Get no handshake when I see you, bitch Getting cash, flowing fast Loading up my golden gat Golden 'Lac, diamond wheel Go so slow I'm riding still Living life so lavish I'm living life so lavish I got blunt guts in the basement I got blunt wraps in the attic Getting cash, flowing fast Loading up my golden gat Golden 'Lac, diamond wheel Go so slow I'm riding still Living life so lavish I'm living life so lavish I got blunt guts in the basement I got blunt wraps in the attic I'm lurking, I'm swerving I roll blunts tighter than turbans A little turbulence on the .36 Going 96, that's murder See, 187 my rhyme scheme Rolex on my time piece Cuban Link on my fucking neck I made that off of rhyming things And now I'm rhyming still, rhyming still Go so slow that I'm riding still

dreams

You say you love me, but you lyin' and I don't believe it I said I don't want a relationship, and that's how I treat it You gettin' mad cause I don't call you back I be busy, on my grind, tryna get these stacks, I Could never be feelin' you that much, to give all this up My money and my pocket is the only one I trust What do you think? I'm tryna get this bank I don't got no time for no mothafuckin' games, I Love you, love you Want my heart I Love you, love you Want my love, I Love you, love you Want my all But I'm runnin' down this, runnin' down this road, I Love you, love you Want me there, I Love you Think that I don't care, I Love you, love you Want my all But I'm runnin' down this, runnin' down this road With that same old dream I'm on a mission with that same old dream I'm out to get it with that same old dream I'm gon' be winnin' with that same old dream I've been dreamin' 'bout it, thinkin' 'bout it all day My mama told me music is a hobby My ex-girlfriend gave up on me, I never gave up I kept smokin' weed every day, then I came up Hundred to a Chevy, Chevy to a Bimmer Bimmer to a Porsche, she ain't mine, she yours I just want the toppy, you can have her back now I'm just spendin' racks now, I'm just blowin' cash now Love you, love you Want my heart I Love you, love you Want my love, I Love you, love you Want my all But I'm runnin' down this, runnin' down this road, I Love you, love you Want me there, I Love you Think that I don't care Love you, love you Want my all But I'm runnin' down this, runnin' down this road With that same old dream I'm on a mission with that same old dream I'm out to get it with that same old dream I'm gon' be winnin' with that same old dream Tishy, baby, tell 'em what we dreamin', huh Dream so big, can't get no sleep Stack money machine, when it hit those beeps Sounds shallow, but the shit's so deep It's lonely at the top, don't forget your peeps Yeah, cause I ain't rich if he ain't rich And she ain't rich, then we ain't rich I hit the road and she ain't bitch Over ten in the game and he ain't switch I'm havin' dreams about gettin' this money Havin' nightmares of them gettin' it from me Wakin' up to it, it's time to go do it It must be new hundreds if they say I blew it, let's get it The only one that I'm searchin' for is one million And after that I'm gon' be searchin' for two million I want a threesome with the money (ding) And I ain't playin', this ain't funny Cause I'm on a mission with that same old dream I'm out to get it with that same old dream I'm gon' be winnin' with that same old dream With that same old dream I'm on a mission with that same old dream I'm out to get it with that same old dream I'm gon' be winnin' with that same old dream

they said that hells not hot

I kill myself in small amounts In each relationship, it's not about love Just another funeral And just another girl left in tears And I'm waiting With the sound turned off, I'm waiting Like a glass balloon, I'm fading Into the void and then I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone They said that hell's not hot They said that hell's not hot I gave my soul to someone else She must have known that it was already sold But it was never about her It was about the hurt So, I'm waiting With the sound turned off, I'm waiting Like a glass balloon, I'm fading Into the void and then I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone I kill myself in small amounts In each relationship, it's not about love Just another funeral And just another girl left in tears Waiting With the sound turned off, I'm waiting Like a glass balloon, I'm fading Into the void and then I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone I'm waiting Waiting I'm fading I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone They said that hell's not hot They said that hell's not hot They said that hell's not hot They said that hell's not hot

blueberries

Goddamn it, now. (Young Hems what the dealy?) Goddamn it, now. (Young Hems what the dealy?) Goddamn it, now. (Young Hems what the dealy?) Goddamn it, now. My name isn't Taco, you know, my name is Filip Verse 1: Sitting on a porch chair, today I just don't care Grab my friend's phone, "hey, do you have any porn there"? Overheard by female passerbys, there goes that long stare Fuck ya'll bitches and glowing hair Fuck your shoes and your gear, pierced boobs and your ears Fuck your blues and your chop'n'screws and your rocking rolls My genre is indie-folk-low-fi-post-weird I'm beloved and ignored, most loved and most feared I'm a white European boy, best believe it boy So much "weird" in my lyrics that I'll never be employed Latest ploy, rape Freud with a phallic-shaped toy Ask him for analysis, while my phallus is showing Never been rich or piss-poor. Is it wrong? Always low self-esteem, like "what'd I get that kiss for?" And then my ego exploded. Explode Suddenly feeling like God when he's blowing his load On the face of his favorite pope, screaming: "baby choke" Then he's sucking on a blunt laced with his favorite dope Screaming, quote: "Fuck Africa. I'm gonna leave'em broke Whole world is a pile of fucking dirt, semen soaked" (Goddamnit, now) Oh, yes indeed. Funny how he never say these things in press release I'm hungry. Not rap-wise, hungry for Lebanese And instead saying grace, I will be resting in peace, goddamn it now Chorus: Goddamn it, now I just wanna lie in a motherfucking hammock now Gimme me a trampoline, give me a tambourin Red wine, blueberries and a gram of green Goddamn it now. Goddamn it now I just wanna lie in a motherfucking hammock now Gimme me a trampoline and a tambourin Red wine blueberries and a gram of green Goddamn it, now Verse 2: Young Hems, what the dealy? My name isn't Taco, you know, my name is Filip And I'm from a town that's been burned to the ground That's why I'm never down, 'less you stab my achilles I think I'm Big Meech and Bronsonelli Fuck the crowd in the mouth, get your tonsils ready I'm rocking Wilma's bed and locking jaws with Betty I'm 'bout to spit the vomit on y'all. Mom's spaghetti Invited to Biggie's house and his parties are heavy I tried to carpool but I couldn't get my balls in the Chevy I got there late but I still shook some hands and got me a bevy And Biggie's asking me why I'm no longer rapping as FV Because of Hopsin, I told him Now I rapping with a name from FIFA manager mode Oh, and I'm a Yiddo. Hungry like a hippo Keep your lips closed, kid or I'll damage your folks Party on, yeah, the bitches were big fun But I'm in the kitchen eating freaking chicken with Big Pun He wants the last piece, he's licking his damn teeth I'm saying like "aight, peace", but I grab it and make a run "Son, I beg your pardon!" When I'm hungry I got Bronson fronting steak with garlic Then we're having fondue or whatever you call it I woke up in my apartment, a half-dead alcoholic Bridge: Goddamn it, now. (Young Hems what the dealy?) X2 Chorus: Goddamn it, now I just wanna lie in a motherfucking hammock now Gimme me a trampoline, give me a tambourin Red wine, blueberries and a gram of green Goddamn it, now. Goddamn, it now I just wanna lie in a motherfucking hammock now Gimme me a trampoline and a tambourin Red wine blueberries and a gram of green Outro: Goddamn it, now. (Young Hems what the dealy?) X3 And I'm from a town that's been burned to the ground That's why I'm never down, 'less you stab my achilles

liquor

There's something in this liquor, the air is getting thicker I can't help but to stare at you, oh yeah, girl what did you do to me? What did you slip up in my cup, girl? Cause I want you, oh yeah I had a little bit too much girl, so come over here There's something in this liquor, oh yeah The air is getting thicker All I want is you-ou-ou-ou All I want is you-ou-ou-ou There's something in this liquor girl, I'm looking at your figure woah I just want to see you strip right now, baby let me help you work it out, oh Girl you look so good, I just wanna get right to it, oh I could beat it up like-like a real nigga should, baby when we do it, woah There's something in this liquor, oh yeah The air is getting thicker All I want is you-ou-ou-ou All I want is you-ou-ou-ou All I wanna do is drink and fuck, drink, drink and fuck All I wanna do is drink and fuck, and fuck, and fuck All I want is you-ou-ou-ou, drink and fuck, drink, drink and fuck Drink and fuck, and fuck, and fuck There's something in this liquor, there's something in this liquor girl The air is getting thicker, the air is getting thicker I can't help but stare at you, oh, yeah, girl what did you do? (Why?) What did you slip up in my cup girl? Cause I want some I had a little bit too much girl, so come over here, woah All I wanna do is drink and fuck, drink, drink and fuck Drink and fuck, and fuck, and fuck Drink and fuck, drink, drink and fuck Drink and fuck, and fuck, and fuck All I wanna do is drink and, drink, drink and Drink and, and, and Drink and, drink, drink and Drink and, and, and

jose canseco

If you see somebody hating point 'em out If you see somebody hating point 'em out If you see somebody hating point 'em out If you see somebody hating point 'em out Like oooh there, there them haters go Like oooh there, there them haters go Like oooh there, there them haters go Like oooh there, there them haters go Yellows in bikini, tell me how you see me Sometimes they don't feel you 'till you pull up Lamborghini I'm sittin' on them thangs, yeah I'm chillin' on them choppers Part time head turner, full time jaw dropper Flippin' up my phone, touch screen Motorola They figured I was bipolar the way I sipped that syrup and soda Riff on them blades, candy marmalade I'm trying to pull this dime and her fat ass friend keep gettin' the way CDs sellin', part time felon Sometimes they gettin' jealous, chop 'em up like shredded lettuce I got these haters hot, like global warming But I swang without warning, get in your ass like that Charmin Its funny they playin' defense, I'm the only one scoring You know how it is, back then they didn't want me Now I'm hot they all boring, they like "Riff Raff just acting black" He just whilin', oh I get it, you just mad cause I'm stylin' on 'em If you see somebody hating point 'em out If you see somebody hating point 'em out If you see somebody hating point 'em out If you see somebody hating point 'em out Like oooh there, there them haters go Like oooh there, there them haters go Like oooh there, there them haters go Like oooh there, there them haters go Shining in the club, riding on dub Some show love, some mean mug Some choose to hate, pop tailgate Recline the fifth, dropped Interstate Skate Bitch iced out neck, iced out wrist Hawaiian sunkissed, freestyle scientist Mixing in the kitchen, I got a new formula Money stretch like Jackie Joyner without a high school diploma Moving k-pax, shoes off the rack Making paper stack, Fat Pimp and Riff Raff Put 'em in submission, mucho decision Diamonds in your vision causing head on collision Yellow on my chest, gotta have finesse Vaseline saran wrap before birds leave the nest Know what I'm saying, no I ain't playing Throw the keys to the man, yup wide valet-ing If you see somebody hating point 'em out If you see somebody hating point 'em out If you see somebody hating point 'em out If you see somebody hating point 'em out Like oooh there, there them haters go Like oooh there, there them haters go Like oooh there, there them haters go Like oooh there, there them haters go

everything

I know, I know Weezy Wee, this dedicated to my father, nigga Rabbit nigga, y'all excuse the expressions What it be like up there baby boy, ay this here ya son hollerin at ya I miss the shit out ya, it's hard to be without ya But I know you watchin, peepin down on how I'm livin Ay, tell Jesus I said thanks for the blessings he sendin Please ask him to forgive me for the sins I commit Just let him know I'm still young and at risk Say, I'll never forget the time that you caught me smokin herb in the house I was dead wrong, I deserved to get out But you just talked it over with my mom and got it situated in due time Told me get the paper instead of high So now I take that advice and shed light over my whole life dog I wanted to be just like you my whole life dog I can't believe them niggas stole ya, that shit's pain to me But don't trip, I hold you down, you still remain through me And dog I know I can't see you but I bet that you smilin And I'm a make you even happier, I promise I know you can't be close to me nigga, I know But I know you watchin over me nigga, I know But the shit's steady hurtin, burn deep But it's alright dog, everything gon' be alright dog I know you can't be close to me nigga, I know But I know you watchin over me nigga, I know But the shit's steady hurtin, burn deep But it's alright dog, everything gon' be alright dog I know you see my daughter growin up and bad as ever But she cool cause she do whatever daddy tell her And your wife, she's still the most wonderful woman I just built her a new house, she ain't runnin from nothin B and Slim, them niggas still love me like they own child Ms. Rose nerves get bad, but still she gon' smile And me I'm on some squad shit and some debate it But I know they love it way more than they hate it And I know you probably laughin at the way I treat these hoes and these Bitches I try love 'em, my BM be trippin But Rabbit, you know one thing, I got the game from you, every perspective That's why I keep the gun at close connection for protection And you see I left school behind and chose CMB It was impossible on the road every week, but I know enough And I follow by everything you ever told me, think wisely Watch over me my nigga, just guide me I know you can't be close to me nigga, I know But I know you watchin over me nigga, I know But the shit's steady hurtin, burn deep But it's alright dog, everything gon' be alright dog I know you can't be close to me nigga, I know But I know you watchin over me nigga, I know But the shit's steady hurtin, burn deep But it's alright dog, everything gon' be alright dog I swear to you man, at some times I really wish I was with you Cause I get fed up with this life and I miss you Somebody pass me a tissue, and let me wipe the tears from my eyes Yeah, nigga I cried, it's cause I loved you dog I promise I won't ever put nothin above you dog So I live my life in dedication of you dog I know you see me happy on the outside and hurt within Make me wanna grab that gun and burst again But I know they got a reason why I'm here And I know they got a reason why you gone And therefore, I'm succeedin on my own But you ain't never left me, nigga, you still dwell in my heart I can't forget you kept it real from the start And until my last breath I exhale, I'm a keep you with me And when we do meet again, I'm a keep you with me And tell them niggas Pac, B.I.G. and Pun I said "thay's my peoples" Watch over me nigga 'til I see you I know you can't be close to me nigga, I know But I know you watchin over me nigga, I know But the shit's steady hurtin, burn deep But it's alright dog, everything gon' be alright dog I know you can't be close to me nigga, I know But I know you watchin over me nigga, I know I know I can't be close to you (dog) I know you watching over me dog But the shit's that it hurt and burn deep Its alright dog, everything gon' be alright dog Rabbit, nigga, its your son I'm down in your hole and your down You see Cita straight, mom straight Your mom straight, I mean everything going right B and Slim nigga, is the realist niggas I ever met dog And plus now I'm on some squad shit My niggas, they keep it real with me I keep it real with them My little girl growning beutiful as ever man You need to see her dog, she bad though man Anyway dog, aiight holla!

my darlin

Stand by me Oh, my darlin' Stand by me I walked through a puddle of water When I seen the shadow of a broken-hearted girl Pictured us walking to the altar For better or for worse Why don't you stand, stand by me? Oh, my darlin', stand by me 'Cause we gon' make a movie, a movie And it's gon' be in 3D, in 3D And we gon' make a movie, a movie And it's gon' be in 3D, in 3D Why don't you stand, stand by me? Oh, my darlin', stand by me I ain't pop no Molly But you still got me sweating What happened to that feeling? We'll never get it back I ain’t take no shots, but you still got me hot What happened to the feeling? I wish it wouldn't stop We were supposed to be together We were supposed to be together, yeah They say that love can hit you so fast Plenty odds are running out of time But ours are on the boardwalk, baby Take me as I am or not I can't breathe without you, without you as mine Why don't you stand, stand by me? Oh, my darlin', stand by me 'Cause we gon' make a movie, a movie And it's gon' be in 3D, in 3D And we gon' make a movie, a movie And it's gon' be in 3D, in 3D, yeah Stand by me (Yeah) My darlin', stand by me Stand, yeah 3D, yeah Movie, it's gon' be in 3D, 3D, yeah Why don't you stand, stand by me? Oh, my darlin', stand by me 'Cause we gon' make a movie, a movie And it's gon' be in 3D, in 3D And we gon' make a movie, a movie And it's gon' be in 3D, in 3D, yeah Stand by me (Yeah) My darlin', stand by me Stand, yeah

hit em

Your bitch look like she want to fuck some That’s what I did when I came in the room and I hit her with the uh (Hit it!) When a nigga hit the plug When I nigga hit the trap and I hit 'em with the pump Look at the pot, look at the egg beater, hit 'em with the uh (skrrt) Hit 'em with it, hit 'em with it Hit 'em with it, hit 'em with it, hit 'em with it Hit 'em with it, hit 'em with it Hit 'em with it (Hit it!) Hit 'em with it, hit 'em with it (Hit it!) Hit 'em with it (Hit it!) Hit 'em with it, hit 'em with it (Hit it, hit it, hit it!) Hit 'em with it (Hit, hit!) Hit it, hit it, man I’m tryna stretch it to a whole fifty Hit the juug, man I’m tryna put you niggas on if you with it You niggas in your own lane, Migo gang in a division Hit the pot just for the extras, abracadabra it’s missing Hit the pot, hit it, hit it, hit it, make 'em take that like Diddy Fuck fuck nigga talking, pull up on the block with extensions Look up the statistics, I’m worth a million I might pull up in the coupe and hurt your feelings If you shooting at a nigga, better hit him 'Cause you never know, he could come back and hit you Your bitch look like she want to fuck some That’s what I did when I came in the room and I hit her with the uh (Hit it!) When a nigga hit the plug When a nigga hit the trap and I hit 'em with the pump Look at the pot, look at the egg beater, hit 'em with the uh Hit 'em with it, hit 'em with it Hit 'em with it, hit 'em with it, hit 'em with it Hit 'em with it, hit 'em with it Hit 'em with it (Hit it!) Hit 'em with it, hit 'em with it (Hit it!) Hit 'em with it (Hit it!) Hit 'em with it, hit 'em with it (Hit it, hit it, hit it!) Hit 'em with it (Hit, hit!) Hit 'em with ah it ah, remix 'em uh Beat 'em with it, I'ma go and beat 'em with it I won’t ever leave it in her Bullets hit the Sprinter, you sweeter than a cinnamon I’m checking my agenda, you niggas acting feminine Had enough to pay my dividends, Migos I’m a citizen It was evident we had to stay passionate Pissing diamonds accident, my money is immaculate Hit 'em with the tackle Pull out the chopper, not fronting I’ll rush 'em Sipping on Actavis in my blood vessel I am not a mason but I’m rocking Margiella’s Higher than a motherfucker, just like a propeller I’m riding in the Mulsanne, Bentley got umbrellas My plug’s too far so I tell a nigga mail 'em Your bitch look like she want to fuck some That’s what I did when I came in the room and I hit her with the uh (Hit it!) When a nigga hit the plug When a nigga hit the trap and I hit 'em with the pump Look at the pot, look at the egg beater, hit 'em with the uh Hit 'em with it, hit 'em with it Hit 'em with it, hit 'em with it, hit 'em with it Hit 'em with it, hit 'em with it Hit 'em with it (Hit it!) Hit 'em with it, hit 'em with it (Hit it!) Hit 'em with it (Hit it!) Hit 'em with it, hit 'em with it (Hit it, hit it, hit it!) Hit 'em with it (Hit, hit!) Nigga talking crazy like he want to buck Hit him with the uppercut, I make him knuckle up Pull up in the Lamborghini Murcielago to Make your bitch buckle up, turn me up Sipping on poison ivy, but nigga check my double cup My brothers know Isley, tweety bird tweeting in my Bentley truck Nigga talking bout a check then Imma run it up Shots fired at my sprinter bus, bap bap bap, graow Nobody got hit, it was ten of us Touch down at Coachella and they pulling up Pick up the vector, then I point it up Start busting, ain’t no need to load it I hit the gas, take out their expedition truck Your bitch look like she want to fuck some That’s what I did when I came in the room and I hit her with the uh (Hit it!) When a nigga hit the plug When a nigga hit the trap and I hit 'em with the pump Look at the pot, look at the egg beater, hit 'em with the uh Hit 'em with it, hit 'em with it Hit 'em with it, hit 'em with it, hit 'em with it Hit 'em with it, hit 'em with it Hit 'em with it (Hit it!) Hit 'em with it, hit 'em with it (Hit it!) Hit 'em with it (Hit it!) Hit 'em with it, hit 'em with it (Hit it, hit it, hit it!) Hit 'em with it (Hit, hit!)

battle cry

How many times I gotta tell y'all I'm second to none? No magazine's top ten cause I'm negative one So I don't pay attention to them dumb folk Cause I'mma always be in first like the clutch broke I'm from where the cut-throats cut coke Cause school ain't cut it, they cut out to puff smoke And guess what? That's who I hang with So when you speak Industry, I don't know the language But play a beat and I'll show you why I'm head honcho Y'all gettin' away with murder like the white Bronco Bunch of trash in-between hooks Bars too cute to be gettin' all these mean looks Put the hottest rappers all on one stage together See who'll hold they arm up like Che Guevera I rhyme hotter and I say it better I'mma win the Cold War: I'mma product of the Reagan Era Dave Dinkins of the page inkin'' My 16s free y'all, I'm Hip-Hop's Abe Lincoln Fam I don't know what they thinkin' These niggas got me fucked up like I spent all day drinkin' I'm a boss, not a loss yet You're little lemons in a race with a souped-up Corvette I'm so hot I could stand still and pour sweat In the North Pole, fully naked with my balls wet I'm a monster - these other niggas small pets Claim they sick, but they get cured by your dog's vet I'm thorough from my Yank' to my Gore-Tex You're bluffin', I play poker - I'm callin' all bets Local boy, when's the last time you all left? I don't even know where the fuck I'm goin' on tour next Last month Canada, before that? Europe I had waffles out in Belguim, you ain't had syrup Every time I write, it's another flight Another whore with my kids on her underbite Another "YAOWA!" I chant when I touch the mic Another magazine spread, yeah you fuckin' right I'm on my grind like a pair of in-line skates Get on tracks and go bananas like a primate Baboon, gorilla, chimpanzee, a wild ape King Kong when he escape, I'm 'bout to skyscrape But the sky ain't the limit I could teleport through my mind any minute Take you to a place where the lions go "ribbit" All the frogs "roar" and the fire is frigid I'm outta this world, don't belong here What good is heiring the throne if I taught you from a small chair? Family, you niggas got it twisted Flow out of the box, yours chicken and a biscuit Give me Chicken Pox when I listen, I be itchin' To cripple your career like a ligament is missin' Dawg I'm on a mission like an intimate position When I swing it's knockouts I ain't gettin' a decision From here on, it's locked: y'all a prisoner to spittin' Can't escape my bars: no visitors permitted Welcome to Hell where Joell holds a pitchfork And you burn in eternal flames for your bitch-talk Dick in my hand: I'm pissed off But I ain't bucklin', everyday I'm hustlin': Rick Ross One day the whole globe will know that I'm Clark Kent Underneath the shades on a project park bench Superman when I grip the mic The only way I'm slowin' down is if I blow a pound of Kryptonite From now on I'm a bully, I'mma pick the fight Let them pick you up off the ground when I chip ya bite You'll become a little memory: gigabyte Me and these beats got married, I'm Mr. Right Little man, you spit it aight I'm on fire, you got a little buzz: Miller Lite Man there's so many words runnin' 'round my brain If I don't put them on a track I would go insane Maybe that's why everything I say is crazy And everyday I wake up, with a naked lady With a V.I.P. band on my right wrist Pants on the floor, J.D. with a slight sip left in the bottle 'Telly key on the nightstand I go to the bathroom to pee, and then I scram I live the life of a rock star They ain't wanna let me through, so I became a cop car Put the sirens on every time I touch a pen Everybody move like dope: that's a fuckin' '10' My peers know I'm gonna win This music's like my first crush, for years I wanted in I'm here. Oh boy will you taste the wrath I'mma make it ugly like what's underneath Jason's mask I listen to a lot of mixtapes and laugh All y'all niggas do is whine like Jamaican ass Every night I celebrate, we take a glass of champagne to the brain Sometimes we take a bath Victory feels far better Than defeat; you niggas weak: Solar's Letter I'm harder than the Fonz' leather My worst rhyme's 30 times rougher than your hottest bars ever I could front like a car fender Cause everything I'm on, DJs pull up like the bartenders New York I'm the answer to your prayers Head-nod music, leave the dancin' over there Project shit, ain't no mansion over here Just murder on the strings, Charles Manson on the snare I'm hungry; the game's like a food court I just gave y'all a loose hundred: Newports Chea Joell Ortiz Who feel they, who feel they better?

die bout it

Til' the paddywagon pull up and cuff us My pants saggin', I'm double cup Southside, hustle inside, hustle outside, I don't give a fuck I might beam ya up, you won't get it up You wanna shoot dice, we could do somethin' In the club with like 30 bands, going hard til' like 2 somethin' Go live on em, hit vibes on em Niggas lie bout it, I'm fly on em My lil' niggas, on my corner, they rap too, they trap too Pull up broad day, you know the raw way With the rod play, bap-ap you Lil' Mocha said and Dearcy, Beeto and Brian just called me Uptown Beezy, lil' Jeremy nook in my brother sprite no talkin' Bring yappas out, pass by your house, December feelin' like August Pullin' up on murder street, my uncles clutchin' revolvers Hear anything about ?'s green, you play with that, I'm gon' off ya 20 years in, rap hustlin', got in the game I'm hawkin' Audemars, I'm ballin', bitch you love, I'm doggin' Last old lady, took my feelings like Soulja Slim, no fallin' She thinking she special, paid her, told her get to stepping, retawdid'! I ain't got shit to do but cook like I was from Virginia These niggas lyin' in they rhymes, you could stop pretending My pants saggin' in this bitch, don't give a fuck who feel me And if you disrespect me nigga, you gon' have to kill me Bitch, I'mma die bout it Nigga, I'mma die bout it I'm from where niggas get it on We don't cry bout it You say a nigga disrespect you, nigga ride bout it I know some pussy niggas scared, probably hide bout it Faggot throwing water at the event at my show Catch him on the rebound I wanna see if could catch what I throw Look 20, bands, 30, bands, 40, bands, 50, bands Get 'em captured, get 'em splattered All in traffic, bout that action Yea it's, up there, up there, up there Did a show don't give a, fuck there We'll come up there Niggas from where I come up at Taught to up that Shoot to kill, don't discuss that Done that, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that Breath easy, this street sweeper go "Hree-hree!" And delete people Taking pictures all in front my car, is like dick-puller, I mean meat-beater I met your mom, you had a good life I fuck with your dawg, I don't fuck with you As soon as that nigga went to jail you start doin' shit that a busta do You don't know how to keep it street, reason why? You not a street nigga My uncle, mama, grandmother, thuggin' Grew up in the street, real street nigga Not a local rapper in your own city, boy you look disgusting You lil' ugly, black, dirty, dusty, dingy Pockets empty, mouth look like a place a toothbrush never entered Young Get 'Em! I ain't got shit to do but cook like I was from Virginia These niggas lyin' in they rhymes, you could stop pretending My pants saggin' in this bitch, don't give a fuck who feel me And if you disrespect me nigga, you gon' have to kill me Bitch, I'mma die bout it Nigga, I'mma die bout it I'm from where niggas get it on We don't cry bout it You say a nigga disrespect you, nigga ride bout it I know some pussy niggas scared, probably hide bout it Me and Stroke by myself, you know we in a black coupe thang, you heard me? Me and Stroke down there thuggin' by ourself You know we just, yeah all in that bitch, retawdid You know, nigga ain't tell us nothin', you heard me? You know every time I see that lil' bitch, he dont't move by himself He got a whole lil' entourage and shit you heard me? That's a sign of weakness You know a real 'vic will sit back, and look a nigga just like weakness I ain't takin' no diss shots at no nigga man, I'm just statin' them facts you heard me Nigga ain't kept it street, I spoke about it, nigga caught feelings like a bitch would do, you heard me? So, I just know that when you do a bitch, you just yeah Look, go do what you want to, you's a renegade ho The worst thing you can give any nigga or bitch is rejection You know hoes love attention You ain't got to have a pussy to be a ho A ho is somebody that just want attention from another man They got a lot of hoes with dicks, outchea Right now, you know me keep that thang all the way street You know I be listening at these niggas talk Mane you ain't gangsta, you ain't gutta, you ain't grimy, you ain't shinin', you ain't grindin' Look I'mma leave that there what it is Look, B.W.A Kevin Gates For President All the way retawdid'!

yacht club

Yeah, just somethin' different ya know Ricky Ross the big boss (It's a secret society baby) Maga-to-the-zeen (All we ask is trust) Yeah, to the ladies dem (Nothing's changed) All of them Northside ladies only (Run with me or run from me, yeah) Dem real fall just-a like the sunshine (Pussies don't get pussy, yeah) Yacht Club, Rich Club (It's the Yacht Club baby) I brought kush too, haha (I got this) Maybach Music! J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League He's not bigger than Biggie, bitch I'm bigger than you It's just a boat to mi casa like a milli or two Gotta kick off your shoes, okay let's take a cruise Here's my captain now relax, let him do what he do Okay who rollin' spinach? Cause I'm reelin' the anchor Smoke up an acre a grass, wake up in Jamaica Couple nautical miles, I call my Cubanos to cop (Women) Puerto Rico for women, hit Barbados to shop (Ha) Livin' larger than life (Life), call this the yacht club Before you join us bitch, ya gotta get your stocks up She walkin' back and forth, she's just itchin' to fuck (Fuck) And then I heard her whisper, "Girl, you know he's rich as fuck" Travel the seven seas, there is no better breeze If he indulge in jealousy his ass better breathe (Fuck 'em!) Man overboard cause he goin' overboard (Fuck 'em!) Damn it's over for him put that on my vocal cords There's a party, going on All the girls them welcome to the Yacht Club (One and all, one and all, ladies!) Magazeen, let them in There's a party, going on All the girls they welcome to the Yacht Club Magazeen, let them in My talk is priceless Turn me up a little bit, I'm feelin' bossy Hold up! Kill all the middle men, I'm the militant Gilligan Speakin' Creole and gentlemen as I cruise the Caribbean Oh Lord I'm a star down in St. Barts (Okay!) The fat Tommy Lee, I made out with like eight broads (Okay!) Put up in Costa Rica (Yeah), I get the most of features She no *speakay no englay*, maybe Fat Joe could teach her (Ha) Smokin' barrels of reefer, only the yacht club (Yacht club) Before you join us bitch, ya gotta get your stocks up (Boss up) Travel the seven seas, there is no better breeze When we started sellin' keys that's just how we thought it would be (Ross!) No one agrees with me (No), but that's just how it goes (Yeah) I'm the greedy genius no reference to the ugly clothes (Woo!) I still hustle for dope, but no more me scuffin' my soles Make the presentation and trust me, the customer sold I'm cruisin' in the gulf, I think you're so deaf Janet was in control, because the hoe left There's a party, going on All the girls they welcome to the Yacht Club Magazeen, let them in There's a party, going on All the girls they welcome to the Yacht Club Magazeen, let them in My dick a big stretch and quick to tell a bitch fetch Tell you to kiss her ass, after you bought the bitch breasts Her head above average, my head above water By now you could see my palace, right off the coast of Florida I'm into fine fish with a slight lime twist Veggies on the side of course, kush appetizers Let your Mercedes chill, roll with a Navy Seal This the yacht club, wanna trust me your lady will Still spillin' champagne, or is it Merlot? Fuck it, it's fine wine, my bitch a Virgo I don't do the signs, unless there dollars on 'em I'm the boss of the boat, cashmere collar on 'em Thinkin' of last year, and all the money's made Now it's corporate invested, amongst the other things No one agrees with me, but that's just how it goes I'm the greedy genius no reference to the ugly clothes There's a party, going on All the girls they welcome to the Yacht Club Magazeen, let them in There's a party, going on All the girls they welcome to the Yacht Club Magazeen, let them in

100 bands

Whoop, woo! Y'all already know who I am? Right? Mustard on the beat, ho Let's go Hunnid bands (Oh, woo), hunnid bands (Oh, woo) Hunnid bands (Oh), hunnid bands (Oh, hunnid bands) 10 bands (Oh, 10 bands) in the right hand (Oh, right) 10 bands (Oh, hey) in my left hand (Oh, let's go, yeah) Make her best friend (Woo) be her hype man (Hype man) You keep going big (Woo) she wanna fight, damn (Going big) Bad bitches in my city catching flights, damn (Bad) Popping big bands when they hit the lights, damn (Cash) I pull down on your city In your city, they fuck with me (City) And these bitches fucking with me 'Cause I represent my city (Fuck with me) In the kitchen, you can witness All this cash that we gettin' (Whoop) If you started, we gon' finish Whole gang with the bidness (Here we go, bidness, bow) Hunnid bands (Oh, woo), hunnid bands (Oh, woo) Hunnid bands (Oh), hunnid bands (Oh, hunnid bands) 10 bands (Oh, 10 bands) in the right hand (Oh, right) 10 bands (Oh, hey) in my left hand (Oh, here we go) What's a hunnid racks? I throw it real quick (Straight up) Thought it was a limp, this way this stripper do a split (Split) One nine four two, get the bad bitches lit (On God) New Chanel purse, every time she throw a fit (Straight up) Drop it to the floor, make your knees touch your toes (21!) I'm on group facetime, me and all my hoes (On God) You can send me nudes, on my mom I won't expose (Straight up) Halfback sweep, I'ma pass her to my bros (Sweet) Fake kick, I'ma let my brother catch the two-point Bitches like singles, Savage always got a new joint Thought he was a gangster, but he snitching yeah, oink, oink Work too hard bitch, you can't get a coin, coin (21!) Hunnid bands (Woo, 21!), hunnid bands (Woo, 21!) Hunnid bands, hunnid bands (Straight up, hunnid bands) 10 bands (Straight up, 10 bands) in the right hand (Right, 4Hunnid!) 10 bands (Hey) in my left hand (On god) Santa Claus bag, ho sit up on you (Ho sit) Suge Knight bag, had the shooters get up on you (Flip) You see the red Lamborghini as I hit the corner (As I hit the corner) YG got his shit together, he a business owner (Oh, oh) Popping tags, shopping bags, nigga I gotta brag (Gotta brag) The YSL don't fit, I ain't even take it back (Fuck that shit) Ella Mai trippin', we do a lot of that (A lot of that) But it ain't ever 'bout a bitch, we trip to Cabo, Jack (Skrrt, ayy) Big bands on me, drumline (Big bands) I just let the money talk, don't need no punchline I like the sunshine so I said, "Fuck the rules" (What is that?) If you 'bout a bag, holla, "Suu whoop" (Let's go!) Hunnid bands (Oh, woo), hunnid bands (Oh, woo) Hunnid bands (Oh), hunnid bands (Oh, hunnid bands) 10 bands (Oh, 10 bands) in the right hand (Oh, right) 10 bands (Oh, hey) in my left hand (Oh, Yeah, yeah) More money (More money), more bitches (More bitches) More milli's (More milli's), more riches (Yeah) Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, I got four bitches And they squatting on that dick like they doin' fitness Said he looking for me, came through in the drop top (Skrrt) Spent a corner in the dorm, while the opps watch (Let's get it) I'm too rich to go through somethin' about a thot, thot (Huh) Feds grabbed you, you back home, oh you a cop, cop (Huh) This shit serious (This shit serious) Bad bitch gon' give me brain, she on her period (She on her period) In the trenches of Dubai, they don't know where he is (Where ya at?) Is that a bird? No, that's a jet, yeah, there he is (Gang) Hunnid bands (Oh, Gat), hunnid bands (Oh, Gat) Hunnid bands (Oh, Gat), hunnid bands (Oh, hunnid bands, woah) 10 bands (Oh, let's get it) in the right hand (Oh, right, woah) 10 bands (Woah, woah) in my left hand

smokeout conversations

You can vent to me, tell me all your problems I'm a great listener, you can tell me all about em See you from top to bottom, it's everything I need That's why I compliment your confidence while squeezing in them jeans I don't want to overly compliment what I'm about to say So we gon' roll this weed and we gon' conversate See cause you gave me time of day and I ain't got no time to waste I ain't trying to fuck I'm trying to relate look I got some things on my mind, I've been holding it in Crossroads with the devil trying to hold on my hand And they judging from the smoke in my hand They knock me down and I got up And guess what I finally know who I am proud parent with a wild appearance Put a smile up in, you speaking of greats put my style up in it Uhh smart workers with my guards up, pass the heart stage for all us SmokeOut Conversations they gon' try to hold us down but they can't get to us in the SmokeOut Conversations intelligent don't speak about the irrelevant in the SmokeOut Conversations refreshing to feel blessed, held the fade and connect? SmokeOut Conversations wise man once said ain't no conversation better than SmokeOut Conversations We all got a belief system, preach nigga preach nigga uhh But we all can't preach wisdom uhh What's yo beliefs nigga, check it I believe in God You can and believe and get It's 2012 you ain't having me believing this shit Old conspiracy weird fucking secret and shit And they ask me why I been keep it lit uhh Surrounded by what you ignore, scared of it so you don't know what's in store See we've been here before, blinded for sure but I ain't tripping my interest only consist of moving forward Damn now she fitting and shit bringing her loved ones down to get attention for shit Notice it but she just need somebody to listen to with Won't even mention the shit unless it's a

could of been different

Broward County, 954, we here, I kicked the door down 'Nolia boy shit, 1800 block, ugly corner, tied, gleeful I was hopin' that you'd ride for me the way I rode for you I wish my boy was here to see the man that I grew into And I know if I'm feelin' like this, it gotta be mutual But it ain't they business tellin' them the shit we surfaced through Yeah, I won't never tell the world the shit I did for you Even though you lied on me, that's cool, as long as you know the truth I don't even feel the love be real no more, so I keep my distance Remember I ran me up my millions, you was in your feelings Even that time you shake my hand and you don't even grip it But if I put that shit on blast, they gon' say I'm trippin' I'ma just follow my intuition and I'ma keep on livin' I wonder sometimes if you wishin', shit could've been different Right now I'm cheffin', it's too late, I'm doin' my thing right now I ain't lookin' down on you just chillin', I'm on the plane right now I know you miss me, but don't worry, I'll never forget you Even though you switched on me and it hurt me, I can't hold that 'gainst you Takin' everything in me and it's burnin' for me to forgive you You still my whoadie, still my dirty, but I ain't fuckin' wit' you To create my future, I had to revisit my past, revisit my pain But I won't never let you back in, we can't rekindle that flame When he got stuck on and you blamed me 'cause you know I did it Couldn't call on you when it was raining and it killed my spirit All the shit you said, you tried to shame me, tried to kill my image Even though you know me since a baby, and you know I'm with it You know I'm serious, steppin' on niggas like I ain't even got no feelings I'm in my cell right now, I'm wishin' shit could've been different I ain't droppin' no names no more but nigga, I hope you hear it Can't take nothin' back, it went like that, so nigga that's what it is Everywhere I went, I took you with me, every show I did Ain't say your name in all my songs no more, can't waste my lyrics I said I was comin' home, they said, "No you isn't" I'm a real nigga, so I'm dyin' how I'm livin' I remember throwin' rocks, now we goin' to prison When I got my first Glock, kept that thing with me You was with me on the block, thuggin' real silly Jumped in the game, then I popped, then you went to switchin' I tried to give you niggas shots, but you niggas missin' Soon as Lil Yella got knocked, niggas went to snitchin' I done been through a lot, shit you never didn't I had to pop a nigga top to make that boy feel me Crackers had me in the box, thuggin' every minute Young nigga, see about me, I'ma show you different All my life, throwin' rocks at the penitentiary But now my watch got rocks, no more drug dealin' And now my top gon' drop, I'm in a new Bentley Heard foolie got shot, I wonder who did it You my dirty, you and me, we made it from the mud I been wishin' shit could've been how it was 'Bout you, I swear to God I would've took a slug Down to kill a nigga 'bout you, and it's all love This shit ain't about a stripe, this just what I'm used to I'm down to throw away my life, throw away my future 'Bout street principality, no flag Man, that soldier-like mentality automatic I'm jumpin' out the pink-G truck with the ratchet Z's up 'til I freeze up, lil' daddy (Glee) Z's up 'til I freeze up, lil' daddy (Gleeful) Z's up 'til I freeze up, lil' daddy Gleefully, that's how you present that shit the right way You know what I'm talkin' 'bout, Broward County, 954 You know, we don't represent, we don't re-present We present it once and that's what it is, that's how you step Can't take nothin' back, went like that, so that's what it is I wish it could've been different, though 1800, SG-13, the dumb way, the long way Sniper Gang or no gang

real thing

Told her pop that ass for me on a jet ski (On a jet ski) She said, "I might even lick it if you let me" (If you let me) You knew I would kill the pussy when you met me And that's why none of mine can regret me Oh, yeah oh, yeah Throw the cash up high, it's all there, yeah Pop that ass for me on the jet ski She wanna fuck because the chain, Wayne Gretzky I would hit it out in public if she let me I'm tryna fuck her twin sister she gon' let me I can make the pussy squirt, you wanna bet me Say I hit that the shit so good she can't forget me I can't have no bird bitches disrespect me When you know I curve bitches just for sweating me I be smoking Presidential, gone elect me All the white girls wanna give me Becky All the time a nigga fuck her in a fresh tee A nigga mad that I'm sav, tryna threaten me I be balling, need a espy That's your girlfriend, she my bestie If you sayin', let's be honest, girl, then let's be I'm tryna see you and little mama on a jet ski Yeah, the real thing I don't wanna do it if it's not the real thing She don't wanna do it if you ain't got the bill paid All my boss bitches know I got the bill Hey, hey Bad bitches and they want the real thing I don't wanna do it if it's not the real thing She don't wanna do it if you ain't got the bill paid All my boss bitches know I got the bill, hey Fuck her twin sister, now she hate me (Hate hate) Brrt, brrtt Please, order up the jet key (Key) I just changed my number, you can't call or sext me Have your location on when you address me Knock it out the park, Ken Griffey Ooh, ooh, ooh All these missed calls was never missed, ohh ohh And a lot of bad bitches with no IG She don't post, so I know she won't expose me I'm gone stamp every country on your ID They can't smoke me, you know they tryna find me When I give that paper to you and it's crispy And these Benji Franklin's stacked up in your birkey Fell in love with a nigga drinking codeine How you gone fall for a nigga drinking creatine Fell in love with a nigga drinking codeine How you gone fall for a nigga drinking creatine Yeah, the real thing I don't wanna do it if it's not the real thing She don't wanna do it if you ain't got the bill paid All my boss bitches know I got the bill Hey, hey Bad bitches and they want the real thing I don't wanna do it if it's not the real thing She don't wanna do it if you ain't got the bill paid All my boss bitches know I got the bill, hey I got a thick, thick, thick, white bitch My shit lit than a bitch and I'm rich Keep a .40 with extendo on the grip And know I gotta have it on me because my niggas out here lit I ain't even know she was your bitch, dawg She been throwing that shit at me, Micheal Vick, dawg Steady quarterbacking at the kick off No pun intended, I just her with the pick Step up in the mix, shit is lit I might even stop and pose for a pic Looking at my ex bitch and she sick, yeah She don't like that I just pulled up with you Fuck it, tell a bitch to bust it I ain't come to t-t-talk, I came to t-t-touch it She came to s-s-suck me off, then, baby, s-s-suck it She tryna s-s-send a Snap, but, baby, time to bust it Yeah, the real thing I don't wanna do it if it's not the real thing She don't wanna do it if you ain't got the bill paid All my boss bitches know I got the bill Hey, hey Bad bitches and they want the real thing I don't wanna do it if it's not the real thing She don't wanna do it if you ain't got the bill paid All my boss bitches know I got the bill, hey

next to me remix

I'm looking at the flashy lights and wonder - the price and number Enticed by the glamorous ice, I wanna Unite with the Hollywood twice, my concert'll look like yours And I wanted more than I could ever imagine, even a kicked-down door So you can hear that I'm rapping, see, I can hear "encore" Struck by the fame bug, been fighting the same drug The feeling that caned us in vain, it's tough love You won't find him drinking under tables Rolling dice and staying out 'till 3 You won't ever find him being unfaithful You will find him, you'll find him next to me You won't find him trying to chase the devil For money, fame, for power, out of greed You won't ever find him where the rest go You will find him, you'll find him next to me Next to me, ooh Next to me, ooh Next to me, ooh You will find him, you'll find him next to me When the money's spent and all my friends have vanished And I can't seem to find no help or love for free I know there's no need for me to panic Cause I'll find him, I'll find him next to me Tough love - please help me, please help me I'm on my knees, please help me, need you to tell me Ain't nothing bigger than you, I thought a Benz would do But nothing bigger than you, ain't nothing bigger than truth Truth be told, they tolled and polled Of non-believers just made the cattle blow But I can see ya, even when my vision's impaired Many moons away, but still you're right here When the end has come, the buildings falling down fast When we spoiled the land and dried up all the sea When everyone has lost their heads around us You will find him, you'll find him next to me

hood story

Lemme tell a lil' story, about this dude I knew, he said - Used to go to school out in L.I.U, he said - He'd make me a bet, he'd own his own jet, and he'd Show me the city,from a bird's eye view, said he - Came from Jamaica, he had a lil' paper He owned a couple acres, and then I caught the vapors That's how we got together, on the bike - Late night, Kawasaki leathers (Ah huh!) He used to - Wine and dine me,dom and sex and we be - Arm and armor, 'Mani dress and see I ain't need A leprechaun, or four leaf clover, I just - Woke up one morning,and he copped the Rover, see? - I knew about them girls, he had back then, but - I was getting money, I ain't care bout them, cause - They was getting G's, I had M's, I used to - Split my dividends, with all my friends, cause - I was in the lounge, they was in the Greyhound, like - In and out of town,moving coke by the pound, like Guess it didn't sound right, cause them bitches was mad - Started plotting, trying to get what I had, see - My homegirl Teisha, said that Keisha with the - Real black lips, used to smoke that reefer, some - Bitch, named Dawn, used to fuck LaiQwan and Alicia with the chinky eyes, used to be with freaky Ty Lived across the street, from this nigga named Tiki Diamond Yeah, chicken noodle bitches, like a pack of Ramen They had it out for me, kidnapped my brother At the rucker, cause he used to put it down for me Oh my God, they caught Brandon, I got his picture in the mail He was rocking a Vanson, the note said "Bitch, we got surveillance on the mansion and we gonna need thirty million for the ransom" To be continued...

fame is for assholes

Yeah, yeah First team bitch Stop - Hoodie time Bitches bow down, don't even know me Told me I'm a dog like Odie And I only fuck with crazy girls like I'm home like I'm Brody Made her come trice like Obie, damn So I don't shop at Alexander McQueen (why?) I don't even know what that mean Tryna live life on an everyday scheme The minute you met me was kind of a wet dream, well We don't got that in common These bitches want the Action Bronson I give a little Magic Johnson Then she wanna hold my wand like Emma Watson Oh they mad cause I got flow And these other rappers cheesy like a nacho So my pockets getting bigger like Lovato But you ain't got no fuckin' Hoodie in your Serato? Talk to me, tell me your name You want my life, I want the same You say that it's meant to be, it's meant to be You ain't no celebrity, so stop Cause fame is for assholes Hold up, stop, came here with a mission They didn't pick me first like I'm Griffin But I don't give a fuck, no Luck I got 20/20 vision I can see like everything he missin' Got a bad bitch, she my cash cow, she my cash cow I'mma make a million dollars so I have her pass out Pass blunts, babe, I can get you Emma Stoned And I don't ever leave my bed alone Tryna tell my future like Cleo Tell me I’m the one, treat the kid like he Neo, damn Thousand white bitches in the club, that's a kilo Let me spill this cash like the Rio, Grande I'm all about the ass and bush That's why they lookin' at me like I'm Ashton Kush I'm a bastard, look I'm a fashion crook So let me take your clothes off, damn Talk to me, tell me your name You want my life, I want the same You say that it's meant to be, it's meant to be You ain't no celebrity, so stop Cause fame is for assholes Cause fame is for assholes Cause fame is for assholes Cause fame is for assholes Stop - Chiddy time I hear girl like "come to the telly" Hit me on the phone you could run to the celly Just walked in, why they lookin' at me doe? Girl you the bomb, could we lay like Frito? I got my jacket for you if you a tad cold Swack ho, probably gettin' tail like a tadpole First time I seen her man she wave like a flagpole She tryna fuck fame but that shit is for assholes Yeah, since I heard they finish first I'mma appetize then I get that pussy for dessert Clock, clock in you know I always put in work Tryna find her easy she got designer on her purse I don't need to know your accolades I could do that shit in half a day Act brand new but that's okay Cause I'm about to get the cat, Anne Hathaway, hey! Talk to me, tell me your name You want my life, I want the same You say that it's meant to be, it's meant to be You ain't no celebrity, so stop Cause fame is for assholes Cause fame is for assholes Cause fame is for assholes You say that it's meant to be, it's meant to be You ain't no celebrity, so stop Cause fame is for assholes

swish

Yeah we ballin' we ballin' and we ballin', yeah Yeah we ballin' we ballin' and we ballin', yeah Said we ballin' we ballin' we ballin', yeah Yeah we ballin' we ballin' and we ballin', yeah Swish, swish, swish, swish Swish, swish, swish, swish Swish, swish, swish, swish Swish, swish, swish Get buckets She got way too much potential Smack that ass, cuz I know she into it We in here 'til the mornin' Breakfast continental Drinks all complimentary And I ain't showin' no credentials She gon split the pole And I'm gon' split the swisher Girl that frame perfect You know I get the bigger picture Got a few thousand on me Alley oop it, throw it to me No, a nigga ain't Kobe I pass it to the homies Got my signing bonus, millions on the way Fuck her, then I hit her with the fadeaway Finger rollin' bitches, feel like Doctor J All these haters wanna watch my play by play Get buckets Swish, swish, swish, swish Swish, swish, swish, swish Swish, swish, swish, swish Swish, swish, swish Crossed over on them folks Not Anfernee, but Tim I'm so high I can dunk on you in Timbs Know you seen the film Check the scouting report Get on the baseline Now lean on them folk (lean!) She tired of giving head So you know I left Kenny Anderson, Van Exel and Travis Best Niggas sayin' they traveling Ain't took enough of these steps Get your Marbury like Steph Sittin’ courtside in Chanel Tell ‘em hello like Adele I'mma mac book you a Dell You know I’m always prepared Shit, I came up from a scale Came up, clientele Shawty thick, I’m like yeah Nigga talkin’ ‘bout they ballin’ I told ‘em I can’t tell Swish, swish, swish, swish Swish swish, swish, swish Swish, swish, swish, swish Swish, swish, swish Got my signing bonus, millions on the way Fuck her, then I hit her with the fadeaway Finger rollin' bitches, feel like Doctor J All these haters wanna watch my play by play Yeah we ballin' we ballin' and we ballin', yeah Yeah we ballin' we ballin' and we ballin', yeah Said we ballin' we ballin' we ballin', yeah Yeah we ballin' we ballin' and we ballin', yeah Yeah we ballin' we ballin' and we ballin', yeah Yeah we ballin' we ballin' and we ballin', yeah Said we ballin' we ballin' we ballin', yeah Yeah we ballin' we ballin' and we ballin', yeah (Swish!)

black thoughts

Our experience to where we have parents in our lives that were showing us everything Like didn't nobody walk us, our hand and show love like you do this and don't do that It wasn't like that coming up in our mothafuckin' community. We grew up off of cigarillos... we grew up off of second row, acting like them A worldwide blade, a real strength.... Yeah that's on the regular Smokin' the gas on the regular, man Know what I mean Word Sippin' on Hen, that's the regular Know what I mean Pissy sofas, sharin' food with roaches, uh On gangsta Crip, my poppa was a bitch Left me where hope just don't exist And every neighbor got a fence With bars on windows, my mom's slavin' for the rent Throwin' dices, GT Dyno groovin' Where you hang, we shootin' You slip, we stiffin' Creative Crippin', uh Bitches stoppin' traffic This the type of shit that make the MAC a classic Reason I'm a pussy magnet She learned to carry package I been the best at rappin', uh I'm hot as Vegas Your favorite rapper broke, he don't get this paper But claim he got a kilo, been born in '93 though He tryna fool the people Maaaaaan The joke's on you, mothafucka The loc is on you, mothafucka I warned you, it's karma Black thoughts and marijuana, it's karma Black thoughts and marijuana, it's karma Black thoughts and marijuana, it's karma Ain't nothin' changed but the change Let's put our brains away from gangs Crips and Bloods the old and new slaves Shit we even changed our names Tiny somethin' Lil Shane while we bang But yo, y'all ain't hearin' me My homie facin' life, told me that my pride my biggest enemy But you keep your eyes in that dark Your mind, it greys your heart I wrote these rhymes days apart Most of us caught before we can expand our thoughts How your grandmother see your corpse? How your big homie make your life a book? Left you for dead cause he ain't lead you, right But I'm gon' freedom write Let's put the rags down and raise our kids Let's put the guns down and blaze a spliff Let's do it now, ain't no buts or ifs It took a Blood to get me Pringle chips You can learn to fly or take the ladder Real nigga shit, all lives matter, both sides Maaaaaan The joke's on you, mothafucka The loc is on you, mothafucka I warned you, it's karma Black thoughts and marijuana, it's karma Black thoughts and marijuana, it's karma Black thoughts and marijuana, it's karma

garden

It's the king of the swamp Come out the mud with the bugs on my face And the muck in my lungs Tuck in my gun Keep it under my tongue When I open my mouth Get to ducking and run Sucking me up bitches stuck on my nuts Cause I fuck ‘em and bust on they face when I'm done Lucky for us, she gon’ act like a slut I be making them sweat like they under the sun I keep a felony on me wherever I go When I don't got no strap I keep my enemies close to me They not my homies, I know for a fact I keep my Hennessy open I keep my bitch twerkin' like she in a bath I keep the medicine rollin' Like fuck where you going I'm smoking a sack Looking like a flight risk Blood on the light switch Don't get too close or you might get Sliced with the knife I grip in my right fist Catch me throwin’ dick at a white bitch Catch me gettin' lit like a light, bitch Make slits in my wrist, fuck life This don't mean shit to none of y'all listening Sip blood from a goat at my christening Ice flood like a boat, sea glistening On my wrist why am I Talking 'bout my wrist again? Lil Peep write songs for the middleman Get back to the seminar, never known In my head, hear gunshots letting off Stone cross in the swamp moss When the sun go down don't get lost When you see me with the mask Don’t I look so good like that? I’m drinking my flask and getting some ass I roll into the scene and I slit my wrist I’m feeling like god (feelin' like god) I'm flicking the switch and I'm off of the wall And you see, I’m making these changes, making my place , but bitch I’m still dangerous With my mask off feelin’ like , no shame And do y’all motherfuckers like me Don’t give a fuck about you, get the fuck from my sight And I'ma slice my knife and Every night, I'm watchin' myself die I’m closing my eyes, The morning comes and I Got the rust on my whip, the blade on my hip I finish a blunt then I I’m making these bitches no longer exist We the fuckin’ killers from the garden Lost in the fall with a party singin’ songs like blegh Feelin’ like a motherfuckin’ god I’m running through my hood, still screaming “fuck god” like blegh We the fuckin’ killers from the garden Lost in the fall with a party singin’ songs like blegh Feelin’ like a motherfuckin’ god I’m running through my hood, still screaming “fuck god” like blegh

badlands story prologue

Hello, and I'm sorry. A salutation and a farewell. I don't have much time. This Times New Roman is gonna fly through my fingertips, like a plague of moths. The hollow black letter shells crunched into the ground like the skin of a cicada. This is all that's left. And you can do whatever you want with it. Keep it to yourself, or let it serve as a warning. This city is disgusting; a corpse of what it used to be. The people are filthy, gluttonous, Ruled by the power exchange of sex from the hands of the proletariat to the bourgeoisie. The tops of the skylines buzz with the lackluster enthusiasm. The ground level is caked in dirt and rust and grime, and the people that dwell there awake and rub the filmy layer off their lukewarm eyes. There are some here I love, some who fear me, and some who wish I was dead. I didn't ask for this; no one asks for this. You're born into it. You grow up oblivious and sheltered and one day the evil realities of this place hit you square between the eyes like a perfectly aimed bullet. If this were a movie, I would ride off in some blood red sunset down a stretch of desert road into the wasteland that keeps us captive here. But this isn't a movie, these are the Badlands.

clique remix

What of the dollar you murdered for? Is that the one fighting for your soul? Or your brother's the one that you're running from? But if you got money, fuck it, cause I want some B-I-G Who fucking with me? Oh god! Ain't nobody fucking with my Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique Ain't nobody fresher than my muthafucking Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique As I look around, they don't do it like my Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique And all these bad bitches, man, they want the... They want the... they want the... It's H.U.S.T.L.E. gang They try me, I bet we bang Ride in the Chevy man, candy painted, day to day Rain on these niggas, bring pain to these niggas I'm in this bitch you know you shouldn't came pussy nigga I'm a Pimp Squad OG Quarter, half, whole thing Score 24 keys, flip that, more cheese Chya, hey, It's money that we talking about How you want it? Cash, credit or the Swiss account? I'm playing with a big amount Make more than your bitches count Say there's a hotter nigga, where? Here? Now? Point him out Tell when you see me now you now we run shit We about that action training, go Nobody do it like my muthauckin' clique I tell a bad bitch do whatever I say My block behind me like I'm coming out the driveway It's grind day, from Friday, to next Friday I been up straight for nine days, I need a spa day Yup, she trying get me that poo-tang I might let my crew bang, my crew deeper than Wu Tang I'm rolling with... fuck I'm saying? Girl, you know my crew name You know 2 Chainz? Scrrr! I'm pulling up in that Bruce Wayne But I'm the fucking villain, man, they kneeling when I'm walking in the building Freaky women I be feeling from the bank accounts I'm filling What a feeling, ah man, they gotta be Young player from the D that's killing everything that he see for the dough Yeah, I'm talking Ye, yeah, I'm talking Rih Yeah, I'm talking B, nigga, I'm talking me Yeah, I'm talking bossy, I ain't talking Kelis Your money too short, you can't be talking to me Yeah, I'm talking LeBron, we ball in our family tree G.O.O.D. Music drug-dealing cousin, ain't nothing fuckin' with we, me Turn that 62 to 125, 125 to a 250 250 to a half a million, ain't nothin' nobody can do with me Now who with me? ¡Vámonos! Call me Hov or Jefe Translation: I'm the shit, least that what my neck say Least that what my check say, lost my homie for a decade Nigga down for like 12 years, ain't hug his son since the second grade He never told. Who we gonna tell? We top of the totem pole It's the Dream Team meets the Supreme Team And all our eyes green it only means one thing You ain't fucking with the clique Break records at Louis, ate breakfast at Gucci My girl a superstar all from a home movie Bow on our arrival - the un-American idols What niggas did in Paris, got 'em hanging off the Eiffel Yeah I'm talking business, we talking CIA I'm talking George Tenet, I seen him the other day He asked me about my Maybach, think he had the same Except mine tinted and his might have been rented You know white people get money, don't spend it Or maybe they get money, buy a business I rather buy 80 gold chains and go ign'ant I know Spike Lee gone kill me but let me finish Blame it on the pigment, we living no limits Them gold Master P ceilings was just a figment Of our imagination, MTV cribs Now I'm looking at a crib right next to where TC lives That's Tom Cruise, whatever she accuse He wasn't really drunk he just had a frew brews Pass the refreshments, a cool, cool beverage Everything I do need a news crew's presence Speedboat swerve, homie watch out for the waves I'm way too black to burn from sun rays So I just meditate at the home in Pompeii About how I could build a new Rome in one day Everytime I'm in Vegas they screaming like he's Elvis But I just wanna design hotels and nail it Shit is real, got me feeling Israelian Like Bar Refaeli, Gisele, nah that's Brazilian Went through, deep depression when my momma passed Suicide, what kinda talk is that? But I been talking to God for so long And if you look at my life I guess he's talking back Fucking with my clique

i do what i love

I do what I love I do what I love and I love what I do How many times do I need to Need to fight you baby Just to get that it's no good And I know that I'm strong But my mind's almost gone And it's getting on my mood And all this buzzing you been doing See you got me hanging up See you really got me worse But I got to move on, baby Because bitches got to eat Got to get back to work I can't ask for your permission I can't wait for it Because I was born free I ain't taking shit I do what I love and I love what I do Stop me, stop me I'm stopping you Get the move right, baby, I'll show what I mean Don't stop me, stop me, I like how it feels I do what I love and I love what I do Stop me, stop me I'm stopping you Get the move right, baby, I'll show what I mean Don't stop me, stop me, I like how it feels How many hits do you need for Me to get it in you Get it in you And I'm strong and my heart In my heart it won't change For anyone or anything And if you're crying about your lover Because your lover is a dick This will get you over it But you got to move on, baby Because bitches got to eat Got to get back to work I can't ask for your permission I can't wait for it Because I was born free I ain't taking this I do what I love and I love what I do Stop me, stop me I'm stopping you Get the move right, baby, I'll show what I mean Don't stop me, stop me, I like how it feels I do what I love and I love what I do I do what I love and I love what I do Get move right baby, I'll show what I mean Get move right baby, I'll show what I mean I do what I love and I love what I do Stop me, stop me I'm stopping you Get the move right, baby, I'll show what I mean Don't stop me, stop me, I like how it feels I do what I love and I love what I do Stop me, stop me I'm stopping you Get the move right, baby, I'll show what I mean Don't stop me, stop me, I like how it feels I do what I love and I love what I do

someone to love me naked

(It's a shame that y'all put me in such a box... Check it!) Ayo Mary, I want you to talk to em like you supposed to Come on Looking for someone to love me I’m-I'm-I'm-I'm looking for someone to love me Yeh-yeh-yeah I’m no angel, there's so much I can take Calm down, patience, don’t lose your temper, hold on, wait I’ve got issues just like you, sometimes I get so confused I’m strong but I can break, I be prayin so hard to get thru the day Bad thoughts in my mind I can’t shake Having nightmares in the day can you relate? Please somebody calmly wake me I can’t let this cold world take me, I was looking My drama, my karma My love, my life, dear momma The war’s I’ve fought, scars that I’ve garnered The hustle, I got that honest from my father Mix me with violence, blend me with peace Combine me with hate and I can’t face defeat (nope) I did it all in a week Still incomplete as I stand on my feet It take a lot to still dance to the beat Skin more cold and callous than concrete I love swimming but there's just one ski In a rich man’s chique hotel with bed sheets Uh ah, you know what I’m looking for Looking for someone to love me I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm looking for someone to love me Yeh-yeh-yeah It’s my life, my life, word to Mary Niggas can’t fuck with me, Virgin Mary Go ahead make my day, dirty Harry Weezy, fuck the world, pop the cherry Everybody pushing but I don’t fall back And everybody looking but blind to the fact The clock on the wall say it’s time for some action Now you can take that to the bank and cash in I’m feeling myself, fuck if they feeling me Can’t spell them without me, it's them or me Yesterday was a memory Looking in the mirror at my enemy But today I’m... Looking for someone to love me I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm looking for someone to love me Yeh-yeh-yeah My rise, my falls, enemies wanna see me crawl My ups, my downs, y'all know I’ve been around But sometimes it bothers me when I hear people say a non truth Am I sane, am I crazy, pick one there all the same In this world we’re living in, I’ma make mistakes, I’m only human I was... Looking for someone to love me I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm looking for someone to love me Yeh-yeh-yeah

dont check on me

If I'm out at the bar havin' a night on the town Life of the party, pourin' shots of the brown And you see me from the street but I don't turn around Would you say, "Hi"? Would you keep going? If I told your family that you didn't mean nothing If you posted about it and I didn't even comment If the songs weren't true, but you still feel something Would you still come looking for me? Oh, don't go reaching out 'Cause you can't have everything Your head and your heart won't feel the same Even if it feels like it every time Don't check on me If we're not together, then it's probably for a reason Every heartbreak has its season It ain't always summer in June Might run across your mind but don't worry 'bout me, no My heart is back in one piece, it ain't skipped a beat, no Feeling rested up, I ain't missing sleep, no-oh Don't take it personal if I can't reply now I'm distant 'cause I don't wanna be reached now Won't let the ghosts of our past weigh my future down I'm liberated Energy's like a circle, it comes back around Reciprocated Don't shed no more tears Won't gain no empathy from me In the upcoming years Oh, I don't need your pity Don't check on me Oh, don't check on me If we're not together, then it's probably for a reason Every heartbreak has its season And it looks like winter for you Ain't call you back 'cause I let it go I had to focus energy and just let it flow And when we ride low, we were already gone It wouldn't mean anymore to me now I know it hurts you so bad just to see me happy That I finally moved on, and you thought it wouldn't happen At times I used to cry when the world was laughing But I act like I didn't notice Oh, don't go reaching out 'Cause you can't have everything You can't kill a flame with gasoline Even if it feels like it every time No matter how hard you try Don't check on me If we're not together, then it's probably for a reason Every heartbreak has its season It ain't always summer in June Don't check on me If we're not together, then it's probably for a reason Every heartbreak has its season It ain't always summer in June

option

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9! We twisted, yeah nigga we twisted Got a couple bad bitches Yeah, you missed it Her and her sister, keep calling me mister H-I-T B-O-Y, he so fly, he no lie, too much truth All I do, makes hits, sip a little bit of hundred proof Young nigga bet a couple hundred, what it do When I got a couple enemies I haven't run into It'll be problems, yeah it'll be problems So I'm celebrating life throwing money in the air Throwing money in the air, letting them know I don't care Got so much flair, like my nigga Chase say Making bitches say OK Really ain't mean to make you hate your day But I really got to stunt nigga, look this way I'm fucking Hit-Boy, I'm fucking Hit-Boy, she fucking Hit-Boy And you know, you know I'm all about them zeroes Controlling the game like D. Rose And making hits for my heroes We twisted, we fucking twisted Got a couple bad bitches that wanna get high Yeah they wanna get live, yeah they wanna get high And I don't even smoke, but my niggas do So go light up girl, really get loose And we can get it going, we can take it to the room Hit her with the get fucked option I'm rolling, I'm rolling Knocking bitches down like I'm bowling Off that Hennessy and Patrón and Y'all be cuffing hoes y'all patrolling But it's OK, it's OK Trying to steal my style but it's no way And now I'm getting that white money They chase a nigga like O.J My jersey, with me nigga I'm putting on for my team nigga I'm the quarterback, first string nigga Straight tossing bitches like flea flickers These kickers, all turf Running this field, thats hard work Fuck all night and I'm all surf My stock high, what y'all worth? No Benzes, get it That front end, spent it That back end, stacked that $500 for the snake-skin snapback And that's word to my nigga Don C Updated threads, what you know about me? Love having sex with a double dime piece She a 20 on the scale what you know about free Fuck these bitch ass niggas Bitches big-y Sipping on liquor trying to get a little licky, licky, licky, icky Sorry ho but I'm picky Bad white girls and they look like Iggy Grown ass man do I look like Diggy? Bend it over on me, can you do it like Nicki? Pussy all wet, weed stay sticky, sticky Yeah, I lost my mind, bet I won't lose my money (No) Picking up change, tell me do I look bum-y? (No) She keep blowing when her nose ain't running Staying in shape because you know a nigga run it Me and two Os, yeah that's one hundred My nigga ran through the trees rolling with that shotty Goddammit he think he hunted I'm going hard, I don't stop I'm living life like it's no cops She's taking shots to the head like who the fuck needs Botox I'm rolling up, I'm rolling out I don't know her name, I just know her mouth Living this life you lame niggas don't know about Cuz And Hit-Boy get these hoes man, aw shit So damn, nasty, she so nasty I'm a nasty nigga to though

set set

Cooked cocaine, put numbers on the set, well who you fuck with? I just cut four pills up in the deal up in the dope mix Just fucked up my smoke cause ain't my smoker got my dope kicked Bitch it ain't no snitching, play cutthroat, you get your throat slit Bust down jewel Phillipe, I cop a Tec, I got my Rolls blinged Got expensive taste, won't even take head from a broke bitch Smoke that kush and pop them Perkies, drank and snort that blow bitch Back when I was broke, wouldn't even take head from a broke bitch Or a slut bag or a thot thot When I was seventeen with a knot knot And I would chop rocks in the slot box Shout out to my niggas on the lot lot We gon' shut it down when the narcs out Hurt a fuck nigga feelings When you go and fuck up a check at the car lot God damn Strap on my lap, hop out, hit 'em with the Mac, pop pop Holes in his chest, Froot Loops, pull up on the set, doo doo Strap on my lap, hop out, hit 'em with the Mac, pop pop Holes in his chest, Froot Loops, pull up on the set, doo doo A hunnid karats on my neck, I put it on the set set And my wrist is dripping wet, I put it in the set set Copping foreigns off the lot, I brought it to the set set Nigga pop and drop a opp I did it for the set set Whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it hard Ain't no witness, no weapon, my nigga, I beat the charge Gotta ice a nigga so my swiper nigga Put the brand new choppers on the Visa card Told that pussy nigga that this ain't no motherfucking movie But you gotta play your part Get you cut for it Snap and put it on the what boy All these rappers got humungous choppers But I swear they got some baby nuts boy If you ever bought a chain back from a robber Nigga you a fuck boy Putting duct tape on the whole fam Flexing for the Gram get you touched boy, who you trust boy? God damn Strap on my lap, hop out, hit 'em with the Mac, pop pop Holes in his chest, Froot Loops, pull up on the set, doo doo Strap on my lap, hop out, hit 'em with the Mac, pop pop Holes in his chest, Froot Loops, pull up on the set, doo doo A hunnid karats on my neck, I put it on the set set And my wrist is dripping wet, I put it in the set set Copping foreigns off the lot, I brought it to the set set Nigga pop and drop a opp I did it for the set set

raider nation

The Autumn wind is a pirate Blustering in from sea with a Rollicking song he sweeps along swaggering boisterously The autumn wind is a raider, Pillaging just for fun He'll knock you 'round and upside down And laugh when he's conquered and won. (laugh) Raider Nation (Let's Go Let's Go) Raider Nation (Let's Go Let's Go) Raider Nation, Are you ready for some football? You ain't ready for the football! You ain't ready for them Oakland Raiders It's the invasion of them Oakland Raiders Are you ready for this football? You ain't ready for this football. (ahhh) Here we come baby, just win baby Feel the storm of the cold autumn wind baby It's the Oakland Raiders get cha mouthpiece You in the black hole with the black beast The same black gold, this is black silver Commitment to excellence we deliver And we'll play past regulation It's the invasion of the Raider nation You ain't ready for them Oakland Raiders It's the invasion of them Oakland Raiders Are you ready for this football? You ain't ready for this football. (ahhh) The Raider nation is united When they see them pirates the fans get excited The opposition get cryin' When I hit the field With my eye patch and my shield The silver & black will attack (are you ready for some football) The silver & black will attack (are you ready for some football) Raider Nation, Let's Go Let's Go(4x) Raider Nation, We are We are (4x) Raider Nation Just Win Baby (8x)

fire in the booth part 2

Yah, yee Young Gerald, reporting live from London Yeah In my mom's Honda replaying 2001 Cussing ass ten year old, knew she had a rowdy son Start the CD over right after the album's done Looking for a fuck to give, damn I never found me one As I wonder which classic I should write this to As a youngster, I swear I was the nicest dude Rode my bicycle, no I ain't have the nicest shoes They would talk about me so I always got in fights at school Ask my moms why the car would always smell like skunk Swear it's been like every day, Mom what the fuck is up? Always smelling stuff, little would I know this I was too young to know mom was smoking explosive In her closet had a bong, democratic Cali mom Knew I was gon' be somebody ain't nobody read up on Trust me this is true me and school we just ain't get along She told me if I kept my grades up then I could get to prom So the girl I tried to ask, baddest in class Dissed me and she laughed then passed If she would have said yes I would have been gassed The bitch got uppity and turned me down fast Now I'm upper echelon, Lamborghini zoomin If I feel like laughing I would go to my reunion Just to stunt on everyone, like where the fuck have you been? Working at a restaurant or desk I'm assuming Now I attract, girls that used to turn they back Causing me to put them on blast on this fucking track I'm like nothing that you've seen before From coffee shops to an arena tour I told Tony grab a mop, said "what you need it for?" I put an axe in a rappers back I'm tryna clean the floor American psycho I'm having fantasies of killing all these rappers I'm jealous of, not a fan of these Hollywood assholes, caught up in the hype And only focused on cash flows Saint Laurent leather jacket came with the tassles In 2016 I'm only fucking with bad hoes So listen, let me drop some shit about this bitch I used to know Guess I don't let nobody know Her and her best friend naked both of them off the blow They got freaky on my tour bus I skeeted on them both I've known the hoe for one hour she's rolling up sour This girl was a winner bruh, something about her These hot hoes is feigning, they on my nuts But bitch I'm out your pussy when I nut For real, Xxplosive Charlie Sloth Haha G-Eazy When It's Dark Out, December fourth Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah Yah, yah, yah Yah, Gerald, yah What If I had a hundred million dollars? I'd fuck up some, fuck up some, fuck up some commas What if I did fuck Rihanna? What if I had two bitches at once with no drama? What if the whole world believed in Obama? What if Bill Clinton had never got head? Would we pay attention to real fucking issues instead What if Pac wasn't dead And the thunder and rain What if it all was champagne My moms was healthy Like what if there wasn't no pain What if these rappers could actually find their own lane What if it wasn't the same, what if I did my own thing Really, said fuck it and went against the grain I don't know I'm just saying Just some ideas I had on my brain Charlie Sloth what you saying

the grand finale

Check this out, we've come to the last and final record This is Dr. Dre in full effect, and we gonna kick it off a little something like this We got my mella Yella boy on the drums We got Stan "the Guitar Man" dropping the rhythm We got LA Dre on the keyboards And I want the whole posse in this muthafucka to rock on this funky ass beat we finna drop, aight So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this muthafucka, run it! Picture a nigga that's raw Amplify his ass and what you see is what's on Motherfuckers I slaughter, blow 'em out the water Word to me, fuck the father My medley is deadly as a pin in a hand grenade 5 seconds before you get played You can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up Ever see a sucker scattered? It'd make you throw up Then I take advantage, you can't manage To get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up Hit up, Ice Cube tear shit up like a dude you can bet on Collide like a head on Collision, stutter stepping is an incision Of a nigga saying exactly what I vision Because I'm gone, you think I left you all But I stay in yo' ass like cholesterol When I blast, I'm solid as Alcatraz And if you escape, you better swim fast 'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentally And the capital punishment's the penalty Sit in the electric chair, grab a hold Pull the switch, your body twitch, your eyes explode out your skull 'Cause being dull on a flow is a N-O Niggas didn't know that I can go Off and show off to throw off the law Turn, take 10 spaces then draw What's left is a motherfucker dead in the alley Ice Cube is the shit on The Grand Finale Yeah, yeah that was funky But now we need the muthafuckin' Ruthless Villian to speak So kick it The Grand Finale, yo, it's my turn to bust So let weak muthafuckas turn to dust If you're weak, it ain't your fault Just take a kick in the ass and get turned into a pillar of salt And niggas that bite me just to taste me I make the punk muthafuckas buckle up for safety And those that don't, they caught from the flash And swing like a bit when he's caught in a whiplash Giving him pain 'cause I'm urgent Rearrange their muthafuckin' face like a surgeon It ain't no excuse for the torture delivering Don't say you're not scared, yo, I can tell 'cause you're shivering Lyrics label wit an X and not a G I said "Fuck the police", yo, so now they after me I'm wanted by the law so I stay low Representing the pimp while bitches make my dough In a different stage, I must've went on a rampage Me and the Doc are always hitting the front page For one, the Villain is stepping up to the shelf And when I enter the party, niggas shit on themselves And for what? Maybe 'cause I'm Ren And when they clean up their shit, yo, they do it again So fuck it, sit back cool and relax While Eazy busts the facts kicking The Grand Finale Yeah, y'all know what time it is Eazy muthafucking E is in the house doing damage They made it Eazy for me to come off like the enforcer Mass murderin' muthafuckas in a course of An everyday situation where I would stalk by Fuck a car, I do a motherfuckin' walk-by Eazy-E and the D.O. to the C. and Run house and yo there'll be no disagreeing 'Cause if there is some, you feeling staticy Then I'm arrested (For what?) assault and battery Never outdone, only outdoing Loving the bitches and leave the hoes boo-hooing Why? 'Cause they're addicted to what my dick did The pleasure and pain the wing-ding inflicted (Yeah) They'll never forget what's done in bed By Eazy, the name of a Compton hard head Cool, but loco like Loc never broke 'Cause it pays to be Ruthless, this is why I do this I don't give a fuck about fame I rather deal with a number than a motherfucking name (word) Get me paid and then rap 'Cause all that other bullshit without money ain't jack Eazy but not that easy to deal with Especially if you're poppin' bullshit The E-A-Z-Y and to the E Expression of thought on the motherfucking Grand Finale Yeah, that shit was funky Last but not least is the muthafuckin D.O.C This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it Swinging, singing a brand new rap On a rhythm concocted by my homie in the back and If it makes you giggle, it must be kinda funny But to me it's kinda cool (Tell 'em why), I'm making money Tripping off the man wit the swift hand movement Proving if you're grooving then it's cool when he be doing it Taking a second for me to blow your mind 'Cause I'm the diggy diggy Doc and I would've been down with rock But I was smart, the D.O. to the C. knowin' the formula It's rough, I mean it's funky enough for me And you can have a listen, helpin' and some dissin' D-O-N-T M-O-V-E yo without permission From the D.O. to the C., I'm just better than The normal man and I'll be damned if a sucker can Ever compete with the elite, much less speak It's like dancing with two left feet Never smile when the Doc is in the room Or I'mma send ya ass right to the Temple of Doom I got raw when I came to Cali Now I'm wit N.W.A. on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale Yeah yeah, that shit was stupid def But right about now, we gotta send a shout out to everybody that helped put this muthafucking project together That's word. Word em up. Peace is dedicated to the homeboy Eazy E, Ice Cube, MC Ren, DJ Yella. And these are all the homies from the gang NWA, yahmsayin LA Dre! Stan the Guitar Man! Donovan! Michel'le! DJ Speed! My homeboys Yomo and Maulkie The super-dope manager Jerry Heller And of course the rest of the Ruthless and Comptown posse Word 'em up!

warm foothills

Ooooh Dry dunes cater for jumping boys From the nape of her neck he made his descent They watched men hurl from rock to sea Like sternum to button, lined lip pinches in between Your foothills Your warm Iris swims quietly beside me Oh the weeds and larger leaves sway and stretch themselves beneath Blue dragonflies dart to and fro I tie my life to your balloon and let it go Your foothills Your warm Ooooh

love me

You don't see me in the hood That's 'cause I'm doin' this, man Niggas, I'm still grindin' (yeah), I still hearin' those sirens I'm still gettin' chased by those lights Only the light's lime, and my mic's on And my time is none, because I'm writin' more And I ain't here to meet a soul in this business I’m here to eat, speak, until these hoes feel this (for sure) And I can’t let y'all derail me, man I got Young Kobie, homie, you gotta let go of Obie 'Cause Obie be back, (going nowhere, man) we got them craps goin' on And that 'ac goin' on, soon as a nigga touch down, back from tourin' It's whatever, put that on the cheddar, man But in the meantime, it's Jimmy Iovine time Chase cheese, rhyme 'til my voice give out This is it my niggas, this what we boast about Now I'm here, so shut your motherfuckin' mouth, and show me love, bitch I just wanna love ya For the rest of my life (I don't love you, bitch) I wanna hold you in the mornin' Hold you through the night I just wanna love ya For the rest of my life I wanna hold you in the mornin' Hold you through the night (I don't love you, bitch) Right we wanna love alcohol We wanna love guns, we wanna love money We don't love no bitches, though There's a certain mystique when I speak, that you notice That's sorta unique 'cause you know it's me My poetry's deep, and I'm Stillmatic, the way I flow to this beat You can't sit still, it's like tryna smoke crack and go to sleep I'm strapped, it's known any minute I could snap I'm the equivalent of what would happen if Bush rapped I bully these rappers so bad lyrically It ain't even funny, I ain't even hungry, it ain't even money You can't pay me enough for you to play me It's cockamanie, you just ain't zany enough to rock with Shady My noodle is cock-a-doodle, my clock's cuckoo I got screws loose, yea the whole kit and caboodle, I'm just brutal It's no rumor, I'm numero uno, assume it There's no humor in it no more, you know I'm rollin' with a swollen bowlin' ball in my bag You need a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass, you better love me, bitch I just wanna love ya For the rest of my life I wanna hold you in the mornin' Hold you through the night (and all the bitches say) I just wanna love ya For the rest of my life I wanna hold you in the mornin' Hold you through the night My buzz is crazy in the hood, they holla my name If it ain't about the flow, it's 'bout the stones and the chain If I was you, I'd love me too, I roll like a boss 911 Porsche same color as cranberry sauce I ain't gon' front, I thought R. Kelly was the shit Let me find out he fuckin' 'round with Bow Wow bitch Niggas eatin' popcorn right, rewindin' the tape Now shorty mama in precinct, hollerin' rape I'm convinced, man, somethin' really wrong with these ho's I thought Lil' Kim was hot, 'til she start fuckin' with her nose I used to listen to Lauryn Hill, and tap my feet Then the bitch put out a CD and didn't have no beats That boy D'Angelo, he determined not to fail That nigga went butt-ass, for his record to sell My back shots'll help Ashanti hit them high notes And Big been taught Charli B'More to deep-throat (Yeah) I just wanna love ya For the rest of my life I wanna hold you in the mornin' Hold you through the night (and all the bitches say) I just wanna love ya For the rest of my life I wanna hold you in the mornin' Hold you through the night I love the burners The money, the bunnies, I just wanna hold ya I just wanna love ya

you

You just played me for the last time I’m done fucking with you Keep coming with the same lines Everything but the truth You picked the wrong one, yea yea You picked the wrong one baby You just played me for the last time I’m done fucking with you So know I’m not the one for the bullshit I empty out the closet like a full clip You tried so hard to get at me I wish you would’ve left me when you met me Whole squad said you was a hoe though Let breezy know these niggas ain’t loyal Blowin’ up my phone turn my phone off Can’t take no bitch nigga phone call You just played me for the last time I’m done fucking with you Keep coming with the same lines Everything but the truth You picked the wrong one, yea yea You picked the wrong one baby You just played me for the last time I’m done fucking with you You picked the wrong one, now you pick the right one Got no love left and I ain't even tryna fight dumb You keep your birds cause I’m gone when my flight come You know what you did and honestly I been type done How you getting hoes take 'em home then you wife them It’s really no comparison cause I ain't nothing like them Bestie said fuck him, I’m like don’t get me hype cause At one point would had been gun point on site bum Now I look at it like owww, that something light hun I’m happy that its over yeah you only had a slight run I can be a fowl bitch fuck your whole life up I might spend the night with your bro out of spite cause you a fuck nigga You just played me for the last time I’m done fucking with you Keep coming in with the same lines Everything but the truth You picked the wrong one, yea yea You picked the wrong one baby You just played me for the last time I’m done fucking with you You picked the wrong one, yea yea You picked the wrong one baby You picked the wrong one, yea yea You picked the wrong one baby You know these hoes ain't loyal Mama always told me these hoes ain't for you That’s why we never mix like water with the oil Baby keep the pussy mine, and ima keep ya spoiled (And you know) Real one hold you down like a real army But I picked the wrong one like Steve Harvey Same boss boat dock for 8 days But you a thot selling box on the back page Sitting, reminiscing, way before I started tripping About what he said and she said But I ain't having it, your game weak like seven nights Coming with the same lines like Trump's wife You just played me for the last time I’m done fucking with you Keep coming with the same lines Everything but the truth You picked the wrong one, yea yea You picked the wrong one baby You just played me for the last time I’m done fucking with you You picked the wrong one, yea yea You picked the wrong one baby You picked the wrong one, yea yea You picked the wrong one baby The wrong one The wrong one You know you picked the wrong one

rhythm devoted to the art of moving butts

It's a new decade The Native Tongues are about to proceed with the usual lingo The usual rhythm Devoted to, the art of moving butts The rhythm's happening, and it's moving up The Tribe has been on hold for much too long Don't fear the rhythm because it's strong On the corners, brothers bop their heads From the high-tops to the natty dreads I'm a nubian y'all, look what we did Took the crust away from the third eyelid Now it's kinda open, longs to see the sight Rhythms of the Tribe which is passed outright Night after night, day after day Questing for the rhythms of the Native Tongue way Rhythm is the key as we open up the door Things a B-boy has never seen before Poly-rhythm addict with a big fat boom You have an eargasm as you start to consume The ghetto beat with a ghetto poem Yeah, it's from the heart, 'cause it's from the home Jarobi, Phife, Ali Shaheed Call me Koala, got what you need You're a disc jock, then jock this Rhythms can't lose, rhythms can't miss If you feel uptight and you need to freak It'll be alright once we drop this beat I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm Ma Massa-ya, Ma Makossa Gets hectic, freak a bourgeois We quest around for the musical heart On avenues, streets and boulevards Not selling out, that's a negative Loving Hip Hop, loving heritage Got the instinct to travel miles and miles Gotta whole lot of rhythm, piles and piles Now you're kinda with it, wanna get the funk From the Zulu Nation, topping all the junk Standing on the top like the Temptations said Rhythms are obese, yeah, you gotta keep 'em fed Read what I read, can't be better said Tribe'll lick motions dabble in the head Sweetback's bad, not as bad as a beat It's a (stone groove baby) Continue, on the windy road But, I'm lugging, a crazy big load Will we be on point for the ninety dec Is it muscle bound and will it flex? But trudging, we are used to You don't Quest alone, Quest with a crew We're four, once more, must make the tracks You see four fronts, but now you see four backs I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm

bitch im madonna

You're gonna love this You can't touch this 'Cause I'm a bad bitch We hit the elevator right up to the rooftop The bass is pumping, make me wanna screw the top off Yeah, we'll be drinking and nobody's gonna stop us And we'll be kissing anybody that's around us I just wanna have fun tonight (Blow up this shit tonight) Put me under the flashing light Oh-oh-oh-oh Let me blow up this house tonight (Gonna blow up) We go hard or we go home We gon' do this all night long We get freaky if you want Na-na-na-na-na We go hard or we go home We gon' do this all night long We get freaky if you want Bitch, I'm Madonna Bitch, bitch I'm Madonna Bitch, bitch I'm Madonna We're jumping in the pool and swimming with our clothes on I poured a beer into my shoe and got my freak on The neighbor's pissed and says he's gonna call the Five-O If they show up then we are gonna give a good show I just wanna go up tonight Pull me under the flashing light Oh-oh-oh-oh Let me blow up this house tonight (Gon' blow up) Uhh Beep-beep, bitch move We go hard or we go home We gon' do this all night long We get freaky if you want Na-na-na-na-na We go hard or we go home We gon' do this all night long We get freaky if you want Bitch, I'm Madonna Bitch, bitch, I'm Madonna Bitch, I'm Madonna Bitch, I'm Madonna Bitch, I'm Madonna Bitch, I'm Madonna Bitch, I'm Madonna Bitch, I'm Madonna Bitch, I'm Madonna Who do you think you are? You can't mess with this lucky star Oh-oh-oh-oh Who do you think you are? Poured up with my nose up and that rose up in that thinga I'm froze up, with my stove up, 'cause he eating like it's his dinner I run shit, I don't fall back, cause I'm on track, I'm a sprinter I'm bossed up, I got 'em awestruck, it's not a toss up, I'm the winner Beep-beep, bitch move, 'fore I bang-bang with that Uzi That's Miu Miu on my shoes, ain't got a thing left for me to prove It's that bottle service all night, it's that pop and urban just right It's that "go hard or go home" zone, bitch I'm Madonna, these hoes know We go hard or we go home We gon' do this all night long We get freaky if you want Na-na-na-na-na We go hard or we go home We gon' do this all night long We get freaky if you want Bitch, I'm Madonna We do it like this You're gonna love this You can't touch this 'Cause I'm a bad bitch Who do you think you are? ('Cause I'm a bad bitch) Who do you think you are? ('Cause I'm a bad bitch) Who do you think you are? ('Cause I'm a bad bitch) Who do you think you are? Go hard or go home zone, bitch I'm Madonna, these hoes know

for real

Straight facts, nigga Come through sippin' apple juice out ya Pyrex, nigga Fuck wrong with you? I got like 20 some-odd pounds comin' from Never mind I pull up in foreigns like this shit for real Pull out like Jeff Gordon, fuck how niggas feel New Givenchy gold, like I'm sellin' blow Work up on the scale, just came off the boat For real, nigga for real For real, nigga for real For real, nigga for real I just flew in from Europe with 200 pounds Look, I drop bands on the low I got bands on them hoes I drop ten on a four OG strains on my door OG strains on my woe Whippin' the 7 to get it poppin' All of my niggas is with the brick And got a bitch on the batter like Betty Crocker Whippin' the 7 and baby And I'm fly like a pelican, baby And I'm pourin' the O in da 4 And I'm sippin' this shit, it's so delicate baby I'm so rich, I don't sell this shit, baby I fuck hoes in Chanel and shit, baby From the first night, she ain't wanna fuck But I had to finesse this shit, baby And my niggas gon' get to the decimal I lay back and then wait like a criminal Come direct, we don't need the subliminal Got some Florida shooters, they some Seminoles I got bitches to popout the whole load Niggas with bricks out the boatload 50 deep and they like, oh no Fuck it, I do this shit solo nigga, oh my I pull up in foreigns like this shit for real Pull out like Jeff Gordon, fuck how niggas feel New Givenchy gold, like I'm sellin' blow Work up on the scale, just came off the boat For real, nigga for real For real, nigga for real For real, nigga for real I just flew in from Europe with 200 pounds I got fours on top I put fours on five Whippin' the O's on top Dippin' the sauce 'til I drop Dippin' the 4 'til I whip a pill I give a fuck 'bout how niggas feel I'm so real, I could fuck a fake bitch Fake ass, fake tits 'til that shit is real nigga Whip the exotic on Biscayne We done moved up, shit changed 550 when I switch lanes 950 for some ripped jeans Goin' dirty but my dick clean Gun dirty but the whip clean 20 thousand on a nigga neck Just to walk around to hear that shit clank (Tell you what, can we hear something from the album) Man, lets talk this New Toronto nigga I can say I'm New Toronto, nigga Talent for talent, you small fry No, I don't do McDonald's, nigga Niggas see me in the new Givenchy Flexin' with my nigga Bleu DaVinci Free my nigga Speedy out the pen Pressure comin', let this shit begin I pull up in foreigns like this shit for real Pull out like Jeff Gordon, fuck how niggas feel New Givenchy gold, like I'm sellin' blow Work up on the scale, just came off the boat For real, nigga for real For real, nigga for real For real, nigga for real I just flew in from Europe with 200 pounds Pressure, my nigga Kellz said give 'em that pressure Nigga, we bringin' that pressure Came for the moral, not the lesson All of us came out depression Just to reunite and flex it One Umbrella fuckin' Mob, nigga Homeless kid, I used to rob niggas Stressin' had me in a deep depression Givin' niggas pressure, on the job nigga I would sell that dope to anybody Anybody tried to ball with ya Times were so hard on the boulevard You needed someone to grind with ya But it was no one to grind with ya No one's life was on the line with ya No one was with ya at the 18 market, 4 o'clock, in Saturday mornings Tryna split the dimes with ya, Lord Whippin' the soda, you know that I'm gone Just give 'em that pressure, just give 'em that pressure Whippin' the soda inside of the kitchen, bakin' soda Y'all no-whippin' niggas, know we got it goin' Get it my nigga, that's pressure Don't give 'em that pressure, don't give 'em that pressure They want that pressure, know they want that pressure Don't give 'em that pressure, don't give 'em that pressure, easy Fargo Don't give 'em that pressure, don't give 'em that pressure, no

groupies

Wake up! Tryna make motherfuckin' hits, nigga! Now I'm back fuckin' 'em, now I'm back fuckin' 'em Now I'm back fuckin' my groupies, now I'm back fuckin' 'em Now I'm back fuckin' my groupies Now I'm back fuckin' my groupies Now I'm back fuckin' my groupies Now I'm back fuckin' my groupies I sold out the game like an OG I fuck on your bitch and I'll prove it I fuck on your bitch and I'll prove it I got that guap and I'll prove it Now I'm back fuckin' my groupies Now I'm back fuckin' my groupies Now I'm back fuckin' my groupies Now I'm back fuckin' my groupies Now I'm back grippin' that Uzi I'll fuck that bitch cause she's bougie I fuck that ho cause she choose me Sip on my cup, it's a movie I pop me a Perc, it's a movie Smokin' oh-la-la-la like a Fugee Turn your homie to food, he a Goofy And my lil' one get head from a groupie I dug all in that pussy, I got her Once I pour in that Molly, I got her Got my neck and wrist on the Phantom We don't take them on dates, we just fuck 'em! I appreciate the way you fuck me We could never tell the fuckin' public Pussy good enough to make me love you Pussy good enough to make me love you You get that Rollie for nothin' You deserves Rollies and APs and all that You deserve Dolce Gabbana and Hermès You really know me, nobody can love me like you Now I'm back fuckin' my groupies Now I'm back fuckin' my groupies Now I'm back fuckin' my groupies Now I'm back fuckin' my groupies I jump out the game like an OG I fuck on your bitch and I'll prove it I fuck on your bitch and I'll prove it I got that guap and I'll prove it Now I'm back fuckin' my groupies Now I'm back fuckin' my groupies Now I'm back fuckin' my groupies Now I'm back fuckin' my groupies Bangin' her throat in the back of a Phantom I'm back on that dope and I'm strapped with a hammer I get that work and I'll sell it right now If that pussy ain't free, I'll buy it right now I'll spend that money however I wanna I'll fuck that pussy whenever I wanna I know that's your bitch, my nigga But she gon' come fuck me whenever, whenever I want her Take me a Xan and I levitate I'll have her cummin' 'bout every day Suckin' this dick on me every day Now she's reppin' my clique cause it's better for her She a ho and a slut and a metaphor She'll come to the show and get wetter for me I go to Twitter, she tweetin' a nigga @in' me like I'm her daddy I seen her pussy on IG was fat and I got it I seen her pussy on IG, I got it I had to have it, fuck who know about it You really know me, nobody can love me like you Now I'm back fuckin' my groupies Now I'm back fuckin' my groupies Now I'm back fuckin' my groupies Now I'm back fuckin' my groupies I jumped out the game like an OG I fuck on your bitch and I'll prove it I fuck on your bitch and I'll prove it I got that guap and I'll prove it Now I'm back fuckin' my groupies Now I'm back fuckin' my groupies Now I'm back fuckin' my groupies Now I'm back fuckin' my groupies Now I'm back grippin' that Uzi I'll fuck that bitch cause she's bougie I'll fuck that ho cause she choose me Sip out my cup it's a movie Now I'm back fuckin' my groupies

sorry for now

Watching the wings cut through the clouds Watching the raindrops blinking red and white Thinking of you back on the ground There with a fire burning in your eyes I only halfway apologized And I'll be sorry for now That I couldn't be around Sometimes things refuse To go the way we planned Oh I'll be sorry for now That I couldn't be around There will be a day That you will understand You will understand After a while you may forget But just in case the memories cross your mind You couldn't know this when I left Under the fire of your angry eyes I never wanted to say goodbye So I'll be sorry for now That I couldn't be around Sometimes things refuse To go the way we planned Oh I'll be sorry for now That I couldn't be around There will be a day That you will understand You will understand Yeah, stop telling 'em to pump the bass up Tried to call home but nobody could wait up Switch your time zones can't pick the pace up I just passed out by the time you wake up Best things come to those who wait And it's bound to get rough on any road you take But don't you ever have a doubt and make no mistake I can't wait to come back when I'm going away So I'll be sorry for now That I couldn't be around There are things we have to do that we can't stand Oh I'll be sorry for now That I couldn't be around There will be a day that you will understand Oh I'll be sorry for now That I couldn't be around There are things we have to do that we can't stand (Things we have to do that we can't stand) Oh I'll be sorry for now That I couldn't be around There will be a day that you will understand You will understand You will understand You will understand

rerun

This nigga, man Yah, yahhh Oh, uh-oh, yeah yeah Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, wooaahh Yaah, yuh-yuh Ayy She like it (like), I'm swipin' (swipe) Ice bitin' (bite), she dykin' (dyke), ye-ah I had to come right back like double back and rerun I had to come right back like double back and rerun She like it (she like), I'm swipin' (swipe) Ice bitin' (blaow), she dykin' (dyke), yeah, yeah I had to come right back like double back and rerun (yeah, uh) I had to come right back like double back and rerun (yeah, uh) Yeah, go ahead spend it, I’m live in it (yeah) Yeah, my whip came with curtains, I don't need it tinted (ooh) Yeah, when it come to I, she turn so independent (ooh-ooh) Yeah, when it comes to this D, she turn so damn dependent (straight up, ooh-ooh) Night times, summertime cold You really wanna say yes, but you sayin' no (no) I'm on top my game like a Kangol (yeah) I let her drive the Range, then she wreck the Rolls (Rolls) Yeah, ice-ice biting Cartier Bangles (bitin') Yeah, she let me smash her friends long as the chain froze (alright) Yeah, ain't been here 15 minutes, why she changed clothes? (it's lit) She ride with me through the city while we swang doors (straight up) Slide through the hood, pop up on the nawf (yeah, yeah) You know everything good when you with the 'Cho (yeah, yeah) Chosen, outspoken (yah), arrogant, that's on both ends (alright) Good vibes, givin' off good vibes (good vibes) One time, can you kick it one time? (one time) She like it (yeah, like), I'm swipin' (yeah, swipe, yeah) Ice bitin' (bite), she dykin' (dyke), ye-ah I had to come right back like double back and rerun I had to come right back like double back and rerun She like it (she like), I'm swipin' (swipe) Ice bitin' (blaow), she dykin' (dyke), yeah, yeah I had to come right back like double back and rerun (yeah, uh) I had to come right back like double back and rerun (yeah, uh) I think one of us is inclined to You, you didn't come the second night, I was here No, I got too fucked up the first night For real Link up, come witness Come link up, we can bring your bitches Bring your drink up, we can do some business When the min up, we can run a mission Yeah, link up, come witness Come link up, you can bring your bitches We can drink; we can drink up Yeah, link up, yeah, link up Hit my beeper, I'ma hit the creep up Just to see us, I'ma need a few dubs In the 'pions, you gone get the reep-uh Oh my, I swear, on the v-nuh On a v-nuh, I can do no e-nuh Called up Nina, rollin' on my d-nuh Ike and Tina, way I beat the, beat the, beat the, beat the She like it (like), I'm swipin' (swipe) Ice bitin' (bite), she dykin' (dyke), ye-ah I had to come right back like double back and rerun I had to come right back like double back and rerun She like it (she like), I'm swipin' (swipe) Ice bitin' (blaow), she dykin' (dyke), yeah, yeah I had to come right back like double back and rerun (yeah, uh) I had to come right back like double back and rerun (yeah, uh)

a perfectly good heart

Why would you wanna break a perfectly good heart? Why would you wanna take our love and tear it all apart, now? Why would you wanna make the very first scar? Why would you wanna break a perfectly good heart? Maybe I should've seen the signs, should've read the writing on the wall And realized by the distance in your eyes that I would be the one to fall No matter what you say, I still can't believe That you would walk away It don't make sense to me, but Why would you wanna break a perfectly good heart? Why would you wanna take our love and tear it all apart, now? Why would you wanna make the very first scar? Why would you wanna break a perfectly good heart? It's not unbroken anymore How do I get it back the way it was before? Why would you wanna break a perfectly good heart? Why would you wanna take our love and tear it all apart, now? Why would you wanna make the very first scar? Why would you wanna break a perfectly good heart? Why would you wanna break a perfectly good heart? Why would you wanna take our love and tear it all apart, now? Why would you wanna make the very first scar? Why would you wanna break a perfectly good heart?

lambo

You ain’t never met a nigga like me, my nigga You ain’t never seen a bitch like this, my nigga You ain’t smoking on a pack like this, my nigga You ain’t never rolled in a Lambo like this You ain’t never rolled in a Lambo like this You ain’t never rolled in a Lambo like this You ain’t never seen a bitch like this, my nigga You ain’t never met a nigga like me, my nigga You met a nigga like me? You a liar If you smoking like me then you high I'mma need about 13 freaks tonight It’s so many bitches, looking like a freak collage And she finna swallow my Pina Colada The way I throw the D, she gon need a massage If she wake up tomorrow, a hangover got her We party from Vegas to Reno, Nevada We do it big, cause life is a bitch That’ll eat you alive like a sea of piranhas The sneakers I got ain’t released until autumn And you ain’t even seen 'em, and you ain’t even got 'em I’m not a rapper, I’m a rock star I’m not a rapper, I’m a rock star And if you see me in a Lambo I got the bitch with the top off You ain’t never met a nigga like me, my nigga You ain’t never seen a bitch like this, my nigga You ain’t smoking on a pack like this, my nigga You ain’t never rolled in a Lambo like this You ain’t never rolled in a Lambo like this You ain’t never rolled in a Lambo like this You ain’t never seen a bitch like this, my nigga You ain’t never met a nigga like me, my nigga I ain’t ever rolled in a Lambo My bitch dance on a stage named Lambo Hundred round drum that’s ammo, BRRRRRRRT-PRSH something like Rambo Dicks hit the door, hit the scale and the blow How we running that, quarterback scramble I won’t hit it with the fork, put a knife in the pyrex Young nigga trapping out a bando Turn 126 to a 252, worked the wrist I could win me a Lambo Don’t want to be in love, I can pay for affection White girl awkward to handle 10 shows for the 20 now there’s 200 bands Book a show, drop 50 til you’re at the hotel Rock two in one night then the cook want to front you cause the microwave on while we at the hotel I say I don’t get tired! You ain’t never met a nigga like me, my nigga You ain’t never seen a bitch like this, my nigga You ain’t smoking on a pack like this, my nigga You ain’t never rolled in a Lambo like this You ain’t never rolled in a Lambo like this You ain’t never rolled in a Lambo like this You ain’t never seen a bitch like this, my nigga You ain’t never met a nigga like me, my nigga Fly like a plane in the sky high Jake is the name, I’m a dangerous guy Had me in the cage and I ain’t know why See I am a beast, no I ain’t gon' lie Came here to claim what I want, bang in the trunk Hands in the sky, get 'em up I kill 'em, yup On my high horse like giddyup Really bruh, I’m just tryna see a milly bucks Nigga what? I go so retarded, go the hardest don’t you see You can look around the world, still never find another me With that said I'mma rip off heads Whoever running shit, then I’ll break y’all legs I’m just tryna make hits like baseball players On the way to the top, just a few more stairs Jake! You ain’t never met a nigga like me, my nigga You ain’t never seen a bitch like this, my nigga You ain’t smoking on a pack like this, my nigga You ain’t never rolled in a Lambo like this You ain’t never rolled in a Lambo like this You ain’t never rolled in a Lambo like this You ain’t never seen a bitch like this, my nigga You ain’t never met a nigga like me, my nigga

on that

Santana 300 L'z Glory Boyz Let's get it 45 I got that, 30 clip that's in that Them problems? Don't want that Trust me we on that, pop a pill I'm on that She a bad bitch I hit that, I smash that and quit that You know I'm getting that I'm getting that I'm getting that 300 I'm with that, fuck all that chit chat Ain't got time get kidnapped, all you hear is "click clack" Them bangers blow, you get whacked Them hollow tips you feel that, you feel that, you feel that Money talk I hear that, street shit I live that You ain't did what I did, I'm in the shit, I'm in the shit I'm off the shit, let off the clip Shoot with the shit, then off the bitch She rocking wrong not how I'm rocking with Got bad bitches come see me Bang Bang like Chief Keef, R.I.P to Odee R.I.P to Big Lean, got big techs got big macs Got big 30's with big beams, trust me you don't want that Got big guns we on that, we on that we on that (Hook: Fredo Santana x2) Off a pill I'm on that, sipping lean I'm on that Smoking loud I'm on that, getting money I'm on that Fucking hoes I'm on that, shooting niggas I'm on that I'm on that, I'm on that, I'm on that, I'm on that (Verse 2: Chief Keef) I'm on that, we on that, now bullets flying past yo' head For that money I'm holding, don't care about it I throw that Kush yeah I smoke that and God damn I'm choking I'm rolling, I'm rolling, I'm rolling, I'm rolling Rob you you holding, for my niggas I'm blowing Give me the gun I'll blow then, shoot you, you, and yo mans So much soda and coke man, I'm into coke then soda man Big guns flip yo bro man & duck clips; it's so expand I send niggas to do hits, have yo bitch sucking my dick And the whole 300 clique, and that's who she coming with Shooting niggas I'm on that, OTF I'm with that This Kush let me hit that, that reg shit forget that Shooting niggas I'm with that, popping Xan pills to forget that You ain't did what I did, I ain't gotta shoot I'll send hitters Matter fact them 10 year niggas, and I only fuck with real niggas And when it's time, they always down to ride around and kill niggas (Hook: Fredo Santana)

the roots

Uhhhh, uh uh uh uh Uhhhh I just, wanna, see you find the light I just, wanna, see you Hey where you going with all that gold, nigga? Where you going with all that soul, nigga? If you can see the trees you can see the truth But still the light can't reach the roots Roots, Roots, Roots, Roots (x2) Doctor said his teeth were looking off white He told him slow down on the cigs Didn't know that he was off pipe Shit was getting hazy He was looking through the fog lights Famo wasn't seasoned Never touch the all spice He boxed like all spark He Tony Stark Grab the iron Tell any nigga weapons drawn He was Megatron that he didn't need the Teflon Moments later chest was gone, fool But check, it wasn't even the path that got him popped Just pussy popping the lips with a bad taste in his mouth Now you agitating the Ops You in the midst of the scene And you face first with the fucks And we chin check your regime Who that? The Free I thought you knew that Nigga never seen a winter this cold Ask John Cusack That ice harvest put the shingles in your shoulder Dash of ginger, put the tingle in your folgers Hope you niggas awake Told too many stories that I wish were re-wrote Moving weight, but no Al Pacino I got a different kilo Check the metrics on my shoulders Burden big as boulders Heavy over beats See it was curtains 'fore it ever started Like the Hornets when they left Charolette Nigga flows like oceans thats uncharted With sponge water Spit good pussy you come harder Drop lines like drunk barbers They Bob Barker your soul If you want the truth hit the roots Bring the Carhartt for the cold Don't know sunshine down there Put your hands in the air one time Twerk for the fun times Cause the revolution would not be printing the Sun Times round here They tell him that it's better when you do it for the Cee Lo But you can't get that deep with no fucking C notes We do this shit for the Free and everything it denotes Make sure your roots don't need no remote Hope you niggas awake... Make sure your roots don't need no remote Hope you niggas awake...

temptation

I come here today to talk about how I feel And I feel like that we are treated differently than other people And I don't like how we’re treated Just because of our color doesn't mean anything to me This just the way I feel Mind's been racing so long, yeah It’s just no way to deal With these problems alone And I really can't take it no more I've been fighting temptations, my Lord I'm young and I'm restless (And I really can't help it) I never felt selfish before I've been living so reckless, I know Tell me Lord, can you help me? (I said Lord, can you help me?) Now everybody got problems, yeah But wouldn't know what way to solve ’em I really came up from the bottom Strugglin’, my momma on her last dollar Hustlin' and I’ve been puttin' in these hours The government been tryna take away what's ours It's really all about the money and the power I just wanna see my people empowered Uh, uh, tell me how we gon’ shape this vision Complainin' all day, but in the same condition If you wanna make change, it's gon' take commitment Some people enslaved by they religion Can't emancipate them from the mental prisons What I seen through optics transform to wisdom Watch me use my prophets, get 'em all to listen I've been on a mission, ah And I really can't take it no more I've been fighting temptations, my Lord I'm making them restless (And I really can't help it) I never felt selfish before I've been living so reckless, I know Tell me Lord, can you help me? (I said Lord, can you help me?) Now everybody got vices, yeah But wouldn't know what good advice is Until they leave 'em lifeless Another mama cryin', it's another crisis Lord knows we just tryna live righteous Are you willin' just to make the sacrifices? I know we can't continue livin' like this And I'll never sell my soul 'cause that's priceless, uh, uh Tell me how we gon' make a livin' Hustle on the block, who gon' save the children? Man it's all a plot and I'm just revealin' The media just tryna make a villain I just take the pain and a paint a picture Voices in my head, I hear the whispers When I feel this way, inhale the swisher Or I sip the liquor, ah And I really can't take it no more I've been fighting temptations, my Lord I'm making them restless (And I really can't help it) I never felt selfish before I've been living so reckless, I know Tell me Lord, can you help me? (I said Lord, can you help me?) This just the way I feel Mind's been racing so long, yeah It's just no way to deal With these problems alone And I really can't take it no more I've been fighting temptations, my Lord I'm making them restless (I said, Lord can you help me?) I never felt selfish before I've been living so reckless, I know Tell me Lord, can you help me? (I said Lord, can you help me?) Do not stop We are black people and we shouldn't have to feel like this We shouldn't have to protest because you are treating us wrong We do this because we need to and we have rights

have a nice life

God is great, and I'm grateful I could never be so hateful I got some cute kids and a woman who is faithful Food up on my table, my bank account is stable Royalty check, Strange Music is the label Music on point, so now your boy is able To be broadcast on your satellite and cable ''Radio friendly,'' the phrase used to offend me But now I'm getting spins cause I knew I had it in me Industry on envy, my foes wanna friend me Money saying spend me, the homie saying give me And I would still be rapping if I never made a penny Believe it when I say it when I say it make it real If I could do it all over I would still take the deal For that type of opportunity a lot of kids would kill But I would never murder, I would much rather yield I don't wanna rule the realm I just wanna ride the storm and let God take the helm Tell my sons to be better than their old man was And pray to get to do the things an old man does I don't wanna hide my gray, I don't wanna dye my hair Cause a lot of my homies died before they got there I carry on the legacy, our only goal to set us free And drop another classic after 30 years of pregnancy Classic is creation, all creation is a classic Especially when the track is tuned in to the master The master being love and love being light And everyone's got opinions, we all love being right And we love what we learn, making wrong turns in life I earn what I earn, I ain't concerned with the hype Fight with a open heart, love with a open mind You gotta trust that you know when to start and where to draw the line And when it's your time, make peace with it Never worry bout the perfect life, let the priest live it Give it time, let it work itself out Meditate on the better things, never dwell in self-doubt Sitting here waiting on you Because if love brought us up, what's hatin' gonna do? So you should hate a few and try to love many more And always let karma settle any score Give me war, I give you peace We give the most to those who need the least You didn't speak up when they held me down So you should keep your mouth shut while I hold the crown And if you helped me down when I was down trotting You'll always be around, you'll never be forgotten I put the fame last and I made God first Cause that's how my brother said relationships should work Working overtime cause I'm hoping over time That my work will respected and the world will know that I'm The California kid that went and did the impossible The coast crowned me king cause I conquered every obstacle

netflix

Living in New Orleans, she came in from Texas Every local show I put her name on the guest list But I don't never see her I've came to expect this She would rather chill at the crib watching Netflix Um, not trying to sound pretentious But most girls would say she sounds senseless I guess cause I don't drive in a Lexus You prefer the guy who would buy you a necklace Take you out to dinner, not hungover breakfast Oh, I get this, it would all sound senseless If you told your mom you're in love with a rapper Live your own life, why the fuck should it matter? But, she's right it won't work So stick to your ivy league pre-med jerk Cause that's what you're looking for Now I took it for Shoulda never went and grabbed for the cookie jar I really want to go out I really want to go outside and stop to see your day You really want to hole up You really want to stay inside and sleep the light away I twenty-one, about to be twenty-two Not trying to turn thirty regretting what I didn't do When I was coming with this music and still in school Cause honestly I'm living my dream and I've been a fool So, whether or not you would like to partake At least give it just one night for our sake I'm part Johnny Cash, part Lennon, and part Drake I'll sing a love song, but I'll leave you a heartache Yeah, these other girls never seem to mind Like, have you seen the line? I'm just joking Honestly I wrote this with a queen in mind The type of girl I very rarely ever seem to find Yeah, but, then again I could be wrong And you don't listen to me so, you'll never hear this song We're two opposites, we could never get along You sleep until the morning and I party 'till it's dawn I really want to go out I really want to go outside and stop to see your day You really want to hole up You really want to stay inside and sleep the light away

the requiem

God save us, everyone Will we burn inside the fires of a thousand suns? For the sins of our hands, sins of our tongue Sins of our father, the sins of our young God save us, everyone Will we burn inside the fires of a thousand suns? For the sins of our hands, sins of our tongue Sins of our father, the sins of our young

all i wanted

Think of me when you're out, when you're out there I'll beg you nice from my knees And when the world treats you way too fairly Well, it's a shame, I'm a dream All I wanted was you All I wanted was you I think I'll pace my apartment a few times And fall asleep on the couch Wake up early to black and white re-runs That escaped from my mouth Oh, oh All I wanted was you All I wanted was you All I wanted was you All I wanted was you I could follow you to the beginning And just to relive the start And maybe then we'll remember to slow down At all of our favorite parts All I wanted was you All I wanted was you All I wanted was you All I wanted was you All I wanted was you

where it at

Aye what it is? One time, what up Aye what it is? One time, what up Aye what it is? Two time, what up Two time, two time, what up Aye what it is? One time, what up Aye what it is? One time Let me know, let me know Let me know, let me know Let's get down tonight I think I might blow a whole pound tonight So shorty hit me with the spot and if it sound alright Then you know I'm in the house, let a nigga run his mouth It's going down on sight I'm always down to fight, ain't duff a nigga in the while No bluff, ain't no church when you're living in the wild I was hidden in the crowd, rippin' on some loud 'Til I seen the sucka nigga dick-lickin' on my style Wow, must've been the material linen Whole night kept him in my peripheral vision All I gotta say is the word and imperials get him Word to my pops, I know niggas known for serial killin' But back to the women, they tryna catch me slippin' So I gotta pack a mags to stop venereal venoms From entering my system If it ain't my moms or my 'sis then, I cut'em in the system So tell me where it's at and I'm in the spot (so what you wanna do) I said so tell me where it's at and I'm in the spot (we got a lot to come true) I said so tell me where it's at and I'm in the spot (so what you wanna do) So tell me where it's at and I'm in the spot (we got a lot to come true) I said so tell me where it's at and I'm in the spot (so what you wanna do) Tell me where it's at and I'm in that spot (we got a lot to come true) Let me know, let me know Let me know, let me know Yo let me tell you what I'm living like, same shit, just a different night Super bad chicks and they all up in my kryptonite 'Bout to get down, I'm tryna get up in the tight So roll the indo right and I can show you what them bitches like They just wanna come and have fun Told this little hun she could come but don't touch my funds I might get crazy, I might bust a gun So just give me some more and I might bust her son Might bust and run, they said love will come knockin' at my door Well I guess lust must've wrung The dutch touch the lungs and it was on, had her beggin' for the dawn 'Til the crack of dawn then I passed it off to Kwon I said it gotta be the swank if it ain't the rank Cause some pull hoes like how dreamers pudo Hold up, let me pull ove', told her to hop in then put it back and drove And hit it out-park like Al Pujols So tell me where it's at and I'm in the spot (so what you wanna do) I said so tell me where it's at and I'm in the spot (we got a lot to come true) I said so tell me where it's at (yo fuck you Joey) and I'm in the spot (so what you wanna do) So tell me where it's at and I'm in the spot (we got a lot to come true) I said so tell me where it's at and I'm in the spot (so what you wanna do) Tell me where it's at and I'm in that spot (we got a lot to come true) Let me know, let me know Let me know, let me know She's so enticing, derogatory thoughts when I'm sighting Slangs to get her wet And I heard you're overflowing, I could test the waters like sea man And I heard you like semen, see man Well let me slide through, I know you're feelin' the kid Cause these nonchalant lines is lettin' me in Cause on contrast, I could see us lovebirds, it's in plain sight And am I right cause I heard you like the international lovin'? On a higher scale, when I mean scale, I do it well Let me go deeper, feel like I'm doing it well Word on the street you acting like a bastard, can I be you daddy? You can hop up in my caddy, and I heard you got the fatty Yeah cellurite Just remember it's amazing how I come up on the track So duck and weave, and please believe my side effect is shakin' knees Damn here I go again with the suggestive themes So tell me where it's at and I'm in the spot (so what you wanna do) I said so tell me where it's at and I'm in the spot (we got a lot to come true) I said so tell me where it's at and I'm in the spot (so what you wanna do) So tell me where it's at and I'm in the spot (we got a lot to come true) I said so tell me where it's at and I'm in the spot (so what you wanna do) Tell me where it's at and I'm in that spot (we got a lot to come true)

on est ensemble

T'avais des buts mais c'est sur l'terrain qu'tu les a mis... Encore une fois, on vient représenter Paname Pour les mecs dans des apparts et pour le ghetto On a qu'la rime pour faire kiffer la famille Quand t'es MC, c'est pas facile de te lever tôt Encore une fois, on vient représenter Paname Pour les mecs dans des apparts et pour le ghetto On a qu'la rime pour faire kiffer la famille Quand t'es MC, c'est pas facile de te lever tôt Le truc est incendiaire on est ensemble, frérot Lève tes mains en l'air, c'est le S-Crew, S-Crew ! Encore un grec, un toun’s, encore deux byles-ka Microphone au bout du cordon ombilical Ma vie est fantaisiste, musique clandestine J'essaye d'vendre des disques Mais les gens t'estiment quand t'es riche Et t'oublies quand t'es triste Mec, sans répit, j'erre entre les plans vesquis et l'sang des skins C'est le blanc-bec qui vient détendre les strings Qui a l'aisance scénique si ce n'est ma clique ? C'est systématique, si je suis en manque d'inspi J'écoute mes anciens titres Y'a plein d'potos qui te chent-la pour le biff Moi, quand j'étais en hass j'ai vu Haxton sortir le tournevis Et c'est vrai qu'ça court vite quand mes garnements déboulent Moussi-Mouss range ta lame, pas besoin d'armement, c'est cool J'te dis calmement : S-crew, on est ensemble c'est tout [Krapo ?), Chokoss, Fianso débarquent sans rendez-vous Demande à (Drisston ?) les conneries pour le bifton Commises par la suite, on s'dira qu'on veut pas ça pour nos fistons C'est triste, nan, vise la rabta du matin au soir Atteint au foie, la gardav et les catins au bois La hagra ca paye pas, j'ai laissé pousser mes veuchs On dirait pas, couz, mais sache que le plus fou, c'est Nekfeu Et on rappe partout en ignorant c'que tous ces mecs veulent Rabza, babtous, des petits aux grands pour pousser des meubles J'suis comme un grossiste Donc j'suis pas venu pour faire de détails Et j'nique la police tant que mes frères leurs servent de bétail Et vu qu'la politique avide copie l'histoire de l'Amérique On fait du bruit dans tout Paris comme une victoire de l'Algérie Encore une fois, on vient représenter Paname Pour les mecs dans des apparts et pour le ghetto On a qu'la rime pour faire kiffer la famille Quand t'es MC, c'est pas facile de te lever tôt Encore une fois, on vient représenter Paname Pour les mecs dans des apparts et pour le ghetto On a qu'la rime pour faire kiffer la famille Quand t'es MC, c'est pas facile de te lever tôt Le truc est incendiaire on est ensemble, frérot Lève tes mains en l'air, c'est le S-Crew, S-Crew ! Encore un grec, un toun’s, encore deux byles-ka Microphone au bout du cordon ombilical J'me sens mal quand je déçois mes vrais soss', pour eux J'mets des droites et des gauches jusqu'à m'en déboîter l'épaule Au Champs d'Mars, on s'enjaille pour cher-bran des pétasses On peut kiffer sans pesetas, mes gars sont des gens respectables Mes amis te firent confiance Mais les rats quittent le navire en premier Devant ta trahison, j'mets mes habits de circonstances C'est pas facile de dire ce qu'on pense Mais t'as égaré ton honneur On t'a effacé, dégagé, maintenant j'vais nager dans l'bonheur Pour mes alcooliques et mon gars sûr Krapovitch Bientôt on envahi les ondes et les tubes cathodiques Des beurs, des feujs, des catholiques Posés dans le même jacuzzi Peut-être que Framal l'a prise l'innocence de ta cousine Pour Mekra, et sa double vie On reste à l'ancienne, S-crew à fond sur le tourne-disque Et pour ce titre, j'oublie pas Nek le Fennek Qui nous fait garder la pêche et fait disparaître nos faiblesses Encore une fois, on vient représenter Paname Pour les mecs dans des apparts et pour le ghetto On a qu'la rime pour faire kiffer la famille Quand t'es MC, c'est pas facile de te lever tôt Encore une fois, on vient représenter Paname Pour les mecs dans des apparts et pour le ghetto On a qu'la rime pour faire kiffer la famille Quand t'es MC, c'est pas facile de te lever tôt Le truc est incendiaire on est ensemble, frérot Lève tes mains en l'air, c'est le S-Crew, S-Crew ! Encore un grec, un toun’s, encore deux byles-ka Microphone au bout du cordon ombilical J'arrive pour chauffer l'biz, la street m'a choppé petit J'ai appris à chourer, ma famille m'a trouvé criant nique l'OPJ J’étais ce coq sportif donnant des gauches dans le bide Trouvant tout comestible, j'ai pour estime Mes collègues, si je commets l'crime c'est pour être libre Et si j'ai bicrave de l'herbe, c’était juste pour c'sness-bi Le soir je pillave au tieks, rêvant d'un Rover, j'deale On s'prenait pour Escobar, on traînait jusqu'à l'aube Endettés jusqu'à l'os, dans les yeux un S dollars On rêvait d'thune à mort, du cool-al dans l'estomac On est ensemble, frérot, entre rêve et cauchemar Pour eux, j'crève et j'comate Si un de mes frères est aux schtars, dans ma tête c'est l'sauna Mon vieux m'avait dit que l'argent tue les amis T'avais des buts mais c'est sur l'terrain qu'tu les as mis J'ai enterré mes belles années, j'ai vu des entêtés s'endetter Encaisser de vrais tannées, toi, tu t'en battais les reins Tu pourras t'en laver les mains mais l'sang versé ne sèche jamais On a muri ensemble, man, et grandi en bande C'est pour tous les puristes en coste-La qui brandissent encore Le crom', le glock, le posca, qu'es-ce t'en dis, l'enfant ? C'est pour tous mes potes en cance-va Qui poussent des grands cris en force 7.5 AllStar, trop d'souvenirs ensemble, on va tout vivre ensemble Ouais et pire encore, on va mourir ensemble, frère La tise m'endort, vas-y prends l'or, belek, le biz t’ensorcelle Viens pas test si t'as pas les crocs, t'sais qu'on écrase les faux Les traîtres, on les uet, on les tèj à coups d'balais, gros C'est vrai qu'on a grave lé-vo, foot entres shab On s'goome dans le sable mais on kiffait aussi bien s'ser-po Devant la Playstation, on est resté jeunes Et j'te l'dit c'est cheum, comme les soss en mandat d'dépôt Des propos t'salissent mais trop de faux amis Qui se forcent à sourire comme dans une photo d'famille

for free

She wanna fuck me for free Even when I'm telling her no All of this money on me I can't be chasing no ho I got Givenchy on me I got that shit from the store All of these diamonds on me She see that shit when it glow She wanna fuck me for free She wanna fuck me for free She wanna fuck me for free She wanna fuck me for free You can't get nothing for free You cannot fuck me for free Ho don't you touch me for free You cannot fuck me for free Come at these niggas in full effect I got that cup and it's full of Tech This for the times that we couldn't flex So I look like a check when I'm fully dressed They cannot record Cause I'm talking that shit that they cannot afford I walk in the store They ringing me up and they bringing me more I met that freak on the tour I made her sleep on the floor Pouring codeine by the four We never beefing with whores I'm B.I.G in a link chain Killer Cam in a pink Range East coast, I'm like King James I done came up, nigga things changed Hold up, hold up, nigga wait a second Nigga kick game on David Beckham Niggas going through a lyr-recession You get paid to party, we get paid to step in She call me crazy as fuck Cause I make her pay me to fuck But ho you ain't pay me enough Cruising through, driving the Wraith like a bus I got your ho giving face in the cut She wanna fuck me for free Even when I'm telling her no All of this money on me I can't be chasing no ho I got Givenchy on me I got that shit from the store All of these diamonds on me She see that shit when it glow She wanna fuck me for free She wanna fuck me for free She wanna fuck me for free She wanna fuck me for free You can't get nothing for free You cannot fuck me for free Ho don't you touch me for free You cannot fuck me for free Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll, I know it's bankrolls Pesos, make those, chains glow, diamonds on me rainbow They gon' hate while I make more, it will never change though They know, they know, they know, yeah nigga they know Police on me, so you know we gotta stay low Phone ring all day, won't speak unless you know the lingo Don't think anything's OK, it ain't ever safe though Up to something, why y'all think I'm taking breaks though? Lurking in my Birkin, Maybach with the curtains Seats moving when we turning, OG blunts burning Buying chains 'cause we earned it, every call, man I swerve it Loyalty and hard working, lot of niggas never learned it She wanna fuck me for free Even when I'm telling her no All of this money on me I can't be chasing no ho I got Givenchy on me I got that shit from the store All of these diamonds on me She see that shit when it glow She wanna fuck me for free She wanna fuck me for free She wanna fuck me for free She wanna fuck me for free You can't get nothing for free You cannot fuck me for free Ho don't you touch me for free You cannot fuck me for free

let dem guns blam

I'm too drunk, I'm too high to hear that fuck shit Came to the club, yeah, I'm on that fuck shit Let them things blam, let them things blam Let them things blam, let them things blam I'm too fucked up, too turnt up I'm on fuck shit Let them things blam, let them things blam My chopper filled up, let them things blam My handguns got extendos, let them things blam I'm from Riverdale, full of young niggas Ain't no OGs, just some young niggas Gangbangin', Sellin' weed Shootouts, and some ecstasy Them boys gone, them boys crazy, most have lost their mind Whole clique strapped up, fuck one time Above the law, hey my nigga, I'm on my grind Afraid of the dark, so I'm forced to shine Let them guns blam, bitch, you know I am I go Kanye, Jay-Z H.A.M., this the Summer of Sam Let them guns blam (Flocka) Let them guns blam (Flocka) Let them guns blam (Flocka) Let them guns blam (Flocka) Friends turned to enemies, enemies turned to friends Eat you like some busy bees, kill you and your best friend Let them guns blam (bow) Let them guns blam (bow) Let them guns blam (bow) Let them guns blam (bow) Too turnt up on my block Middle finger to the law, fuck a cop Real nigga till my heart stop That K will make your body rock Won't stop 'til I see a body drop Fuck 'round, get mollywhopped Leave my shawty off the top I'm about a check See my young niggas love to flex Strapped up with that tech Want beef, no talking, shawty that's a bet Live with no regrets, where you from shawty throw up your set Heard a nigga want me dead, got a check on my head but I got too much respect Pride, dignity, while you're hating on me I'm making history Waka goin' broke boy shittin' me Throw money on a bitch, ain't shit to me Let them guns blam, let them guns blam This a 44 bulldog it cannot jam My friends turn to my enemies, my enemies turn friends Ain't talkin' about no pills nigga, we slide around with extends I'm ridin' 'round in this Benz 50 rounds in this mac I put a price on your head and they gone gun you down for them racks Y'all niggas ain't totin' no straps Y'all niggas don't want no war Y'all niggas don't want my goons Hangin' 'round by your front door But that hot shit, cause you pop shit Runnin' 'round like you got shit Had my niggas all in your crib Cause you runnin' 'round like you got bricks Most niggas die cause they switch sides And do dumb shit when they get high Cross me, it won't get by Try to play it cool, and you'll get fried All the real niggas on this side Niggas shoot like Dirk do Every nigga that's 'round me get real money and murk too

satisfied

Alright, alright. That’s what I’m talkin’ about! Now everyone give it up for the maid of honor Angelica Schuyler! A toast to the groom! To the groom! To the groom! To the groom! To the bride! To the bride! To the bride! To the bride! From your sister Angelica! Angelica! Angelica! Who is always by your side By your side! By your side! To your union To the union! To the revolution! And the hope that you provide You provide! You provide! May you always... (Always) Be satisfied (Rewind) Rewind, Rewind Helpless, sky's, sky's Drownin' in em Drownin', rewind I remember that night, I just might (rewind) I remember that night, I just might (rewind) I remember that night, I remember that— I remember that night, I just might Regret that night for the rest of my days I remember those soldier boys Tripping over themselves to win our praise I remember that dreamlike candlelight Like a dream that you can’t quite place But Alexander, I’ll never forget the first Time I saw your face I have never been the same Intelligent eyes in a hunger-pang frame And when you said “Hi,” I forgot my dang name Set my heart aflame, ev’ry part aflame This is not a game… You strike me as a woman who has never been satisfied I’m sure I don’t know what you mean. You forget yourself You’re like me. I’m never satisfied Is that right? I have never been satisfied My name is Angelica Schuyler Alexander Hamilton Where’s your fam’ly from? Unimportant. There’s a million things I haven’t done but Just you wait, just you wait… So so so— So this is what it feels like to match wits With someone at your level! What the hell is the catch? It’s The feeling of freedom, of seein’ the light It’s Ben Franklin with a key and a kite! You see it, right? The conversation lasted two minutes, maybe three minutes Ev’rything we said in total agreement, it’s A dream and it’s a bit of a dance A bit of a posture, it’s a bit of a stance. He’s a Bit of a flirt, but I’m ‘a give it a chance I asked about his fam’ly, did you see his answer? His hands started fidgeting, he looked askance? He’s penniless, he’s flying by the seat of his pants Handsome, boy, does he know it! Peach fuzz, and he can’t even grow it! I wanna take him far away from this place Then I turn and see my sister’s face and she is… Helpless… And I know she is… Helpless… And her eyes are just… Helpless… And I realize Three fundamental truths at the exact same time… Where are you taking me? I’m about to change your life Then by all means, lead the way Number one! I’m a girl in a world in which My only job is to marry rich My father has no sons so I’m the one Who has to social climb for one So I’m the oldest and the wittiest and the gossip in New York City is insidious And Alexander is penniless Ha! That doesn’t mean I want him any less Elizabeth Schuyler. It’s a pleasure to meet you Schuyler? My sister Number two! He’s after me cuz I’m a Schuyler sister That elevates his status, I’d Have to be naïve to set that aside Maybe that is why I introduce him to Eliza Now that’s his bride Nice going, Angelica, he was right You will never be satisfied Thank you for all your service If it takes fighting a war for us to meet, it will have been worth it I’ll leave you to it Number three! I know my sister like I know my own mind You will never find anyone as trusting or as kind If I tell her that I love him she’d be silently resigned He’d be mine She would say, “I’m fine” She’d be lying But when I fantasize at night It’s Alexander’s eyes As I romanticize what might Have been if I hadn’t sized him Up so quickly At least my dear Eliza’s his wife; At least I keep his eyes in my life… He will never be satisfied I will never be satisfied To the groom! To the groom! To the groom! To the groom! To the bride! To the bride! To the bride! To the bride! From your sister Angelica! Angelica! Angelica! Who is always by your side By your side! By your side! To your union To the union! To the revolution! And the hope that you provide You provide! You provide! May you always... (Always) Be satisfied Be satisfied Be satisfied Be satisfied And I know Be satisfied Be satisfied Be satisfied She'll be happy as his bride Be satisfied Be satisfied Be satisfied Be satisfied And I know Be satisfied Be satisfied Be satisfied Be satisfied He will never be satisfied I will never be satisfied

absolute power

{*Tech ad libs backwards*} Ain't no way you 'bout to stop this sickness From the deepest, darkest part of Missouri Psycho-alpha-schizo get your chick, she diggin' me A-B-S-O-L-U-T-E P-O-W-E-R, see me clownin' Look at all you player haters frownin' Raw! God said: "Kill 'em all!" Tech's back's to the wall! Fightin' for my life and I'ma bust back 'til they fall! And I ain't even slangin' them thangs I'm hollin' one-eight-seven if you trippin' with Strange I'm really real with it, like my homie AJ say, "Deal with it" Pushin' and pullin', fightin' for the meal ticket In a minute I'ma do it like a villian, I'ma get 'em in the middle of a bomb Put 'em on the spot 'til the funk go pop and I bet he never have another quam Tech Nizzle! When I'm thizzled it's, "Who be you?" Rolling with Dave, Trav, Violet Brown, and 3DQ Hootie hoo, for those who not knowin' that Missouli true; I'ma tell you like the Swedish would say it, "Sug min kuk" (2X) Absolute Power! That's the only way to roll! Absolute Power! They love us everywhere we go! Absolute Power! Tecca Nina's 'bout to blow! Absolute Power! Absolute Power! I do hip hop! And I mix it with the hard rock! Designing this rhyming for climbing Tech N9ne he's unwinding the shining is blinding Greedy so we constantly grinding I've been in the game 16 years making rap tunes Raising hella havoc up in the classroom Now in '02 you can watch me clownin', diamonds shinin' Watching DVD's on the Hoshitoshi (It's all Jesus!) Now I keep the crowds pumpin', they jumpin' Get back to the telly we rollin' and stickin' somethin' Racing to the main line Absolute Power is having Halle Berry and Juliette Lewis at the same time Oh! That's how Strange niggas run Listen to the villian with the gun-associated tongue (We're close to the end) But not done The Tech's just begin, begun, beginning to begin to have fun The curse is tryin' to put me in the hearse But I will not tumble, first thing's first; Took a lot of shit and I can't take more Fuck Jay Ferus and everybody down with him and fuck JCOR! (2X) Thanks to Strange Music I'm comin' and all my enemies they runnin' Now all my haters bummin' 'cause I was summoned We Kansas City players and we 'bout soul game We make it so Tecca Nina is a household name How many points you got? I got 50 Here's a question to the Censorship Committee "Who's the biggest gang of niggas in the city?" My villians are gritty Big Scoob, Txx Will, Bakarii, rest in peace Short Nitty Foul with the evil ways, power's what the people say Rebel yellin' we're felons and my pockets are swellin' This beat's from Berlin, Germany Throwin' up Mizzizzy so ain't no other city concernin' me I teach it and I speak it very loosely Stamina gunnin' got player haters runnin' profusely Now I got the parents pissed and ready to noose me 'Cause they know that Absolute Power corrupts, absolutely! (2X)

michael jordan

Cake-cake-cake Huh, huh, yeah Can't rap, Lil Uzi, think I suck I sing in the trap I'm Jordan (Michael Jordan) I'm Jordan (Michael Jordan) I'm Jordan (Michael Jordan) Michael Jordan (what I can't do?) I'm Jordan (Yeah) I'm Jordan I'm Jordan (Michael Jordan) Michael Jordan (I'm the GOAT) Yeah I'm gettin' money Yeah I'm gettin' money fuck nigga how could you tell I get' my drugs in the mail I make it rain, grab a pail I got more bills than the mail Opposite of a female On the table got three pills Baow-baow-baow, I'm the three shells My bread is older, it's stale Nigga hate on me, oh well Leave they ass salty like snails Vegan bitch only eat kale The carnivore in the tale I'm runnin' the game and you should deffo do the same I am ahead of the trail Yes I do fuck with Young Thugger I smell good, this YSL Slatt, slatt, slatt like YSL Blat-blat-blat like YSL I got bars not seen in jail Xanny bars keep me so still Whats crackin' to my cousin Sia? My nigga leggin' K styles they oh so for real I'm not set trippin' I just keep it trill I'ma keep countin' this money, money, um, till I count up to a mil Eatin' pussy, that's the meal You play with yourself until your arm strong just like Neil I'm the greatest I'm Jordan I'm Jordan (Michael fuckin' Jordan) I'm Jordan Michael Jordan (what I can't do?) I'm Jordan (Yeah) I'm Jordan (Michael Jordan) I'm Jordan Michael Jordan (I'm the GOAT) Yeah

stupid high

I'm full of kush, full of kush I'm stupid high, stupid high I'll pop the roll, I'll pop the roll I'm stupid high, stupid high Full of patron, full of patron I'm stupid drunk, stupid drunk I sip that purple, I'm stupid slow I'm full of kush, full of kush I'm stupid high, stupid high I'll pop the roll, I'll pop the roll I'm stupid high, stupid high Full of patron, full of patron I'm stupid drunk, stupid drunk I sip that purple, sip that purple I'm stupid slum, stupid slum I'm hanging out with hood wyte So you know it's party night Drinkin that vodka and poppin rolls Hope this nigga don't start a fight Bring them white girls over to me Two twenty girls just came to see Fat bitch smoke that purple kush And they sip that purple tea Eyes real tight like jackie chan Styrofoam cup tight in my hand Just cause we from Tennessee We get drunk off Jackie Dan Hot in the club might need a fan Pass me some of that jager man I'm trying to get so fuckin high I might leave in an ambulance Keep on going keep rollin Blunt in my mouth I'm smokin Girls taking off they clothes and Silicone titties are showin Dancin on the pole and I wanna stick my pole in Way they twerk that ass man My big dick be frozen Southern Smoke Come on motherfucker give me a couple of rolls and a cup of that purple stuff I'll mix it up with a little bit of yellow and call that shit some yurple stuff With the herb I puff ever legal it daily I should get a sponsorship someone pay me Swisha sweet do you have any idea How much money you make since I been blazing Not to mention Crown and Patron No tellin how much of my money they own I'll do it all over again just to stay stupid high All day without changin a thang My bad I just woke my ass up from a nap Next swing I got me stupid high Never got that I was in the middle of writing a rap No bullshit gotta get back to the beat Lay it down for J sweet and get it to the street As you tore teeth on these motherfuckin beats Thinking they can be lil HCP I'm WYT to the motherfuckin' E I run these streets like the mpd Stupid high all the time So if I'm on the ground you better have some fucking drugs for me Cause I'm

rivals

She got me throwing Spades Ace with that mouth I guess only time gon' tell You gotta give me dirty love I guess I'm down too When I can't find any words I lie Look up and see the stars in a perfect line The feeling of love is a global thing So tell me how you feel (how you feel) Knowing I see the world when I look in your eyes Your kisses are Duracell, they keep me energized Tired of going back and forth, baby I'm hypnotized You gotta a nigga on the love on the low though I'm looking at you and I swear it's been a long road A great ass, a better mind, what a combo You know you pretty and you winning with the convo She kinda tipsy, we been drinking, she's a light weight She love the way I'm pull them panties in the right way But anyway let's get back to how I've been feeling I just love the times when I'm beside ya Holding me down cause you're my rider I look in your eyes and I get higher There's nothing in this world I hold tighter Without you I feel uneven Make every day our love season Baby girl you know you're my rider That should be enough reason Call you baby that's only your title 'Cause I don't need no more rivals (You gotta give me that) I put that on the Bible (You gotta give me that girl) You're the only thing that I want Give me that feelingMake every day our love season Dirty lover you are my rider That should be enough reason I call you baby that's only your title 'Cause I don't need no more rivals I put that on the Bible I'ma love ya till my time's gone You gotta give me dirty love I've been here and trust me, I've seen it all before though I told my ex for me relationships a no-no And here I am thinking we perfect like a photo You looking at me like right now you need some mo', mo' I know you ready and willing but that ain't my place I know you wanna settle down, all on your face Feeling starting to get too familiar So cover up this broken love treason Make every day our love season Dirty lover you are my rider That should be enough reason I call you baby that's only your title 'Cause I don't need no more rivals I put that on the Bible You're the only thing that I want Give me that feeling Make every day our love season Dirty lover you are my rider That should be enough reason Call you bae that's only your title 'Cause I don't need no more rivalsI put that on the Bible I'ma love ya till my time's gone You say I see ya side by side Like a visionary, I can't see me falling (Nothing's changed) Like a dictionary, I can't read through all this (Eyes wide open) I still fall blind I don't know how this will end Let's go back to the beginning Let's cover up this broken love treason Make every day our love season Dirty lover you are my rider That should be enough reason Call you baby that's only your title 'Cause I don't need no more rivals I put that on the Bible You're the only thing that I want Gimme that Ay, ay Yes you are I love you, baby I don't wanna be enemies, baby I want you to be friends with me, babe Uhhh

i was me

It's just another day It's just another year "One step at a time", they say "One trip, and you're back that way" I don't recognize these eyes I don't recognize these hands Please believe me when I tell you That this is not who I am If I recover, will you take me back again? I'm just another, trying hard to fit right in But the photographs remind me of who I used to be If only I could go back when I, I was me I'll try hard to make this ride I'll try hard to win this fight "One step at a time", they say "One trip, and you're back that way" I don't recognize these eyes I don't recognize these hands Please believe me when I tell you That this is not who I am If I recover, will you take me back again? I'm just another, trying hard to fit right in But the photographs remind me of who I used to be If only I could go back when I, I was me Give me strength to fight Help me feel alive again Make me whole inside Instead, this hole inside is killing me And I'm begging you If I recover, will you take me back again? I'm just another, trying hard to fit right in But the photographs remind me of who I used to be If only I could go back when I, I was me

back to the crib

Santana, yeah Chris Breezy, yeah P-O-L-O Da Don, yeah Haha, we got one, ayy, yeah (what up?) Shawty said she really feeling me Like yeah, oh yeah (yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah Shawty said she wanna roll with me I said yeah, oh yeah (yeah, yeah) I think we got one right here, ayy She don't know that we going back to the crib 'Cause she know that I'm on her Yeah, haha She don't know that we going back to the crib Back to the crib, yeah What you say? Let's go get it, let's go She wanna roll with me, she wanna go with me But she don't know I'm tryna take her back home with me I told her have a seat in my ride She said I look like I taste good and she wanna eat me alive She lookin' good in them new tall heels I'm lookin' at her like a full course meal Chill, I got all the girls checkin' me They know I'm a dog but they love my pedigree Yeah, just call me Mr. Orgasm And if you come with me, I guarantee you gon' have one The hottest in the hood, the freshest on the block (c'mon) Why stop all this Gucci and the Louis that I rock? If not, I stay Polo down to the socks Rings, chains and watch worth more than Fort Knocks Temporary plates on the Audi R8 Diamonds match what I'm wearin', she can't stop starin' (haha) Shawty said she really feeling me Like yeah, oh yeah (yeah, yeah) Shawty said she wanna roll with me I said yeah, oh yeah (yeah, yeah) She don't know that we going back to the crib 'Cause she know that I'm on her She don't know that we going back to the crib Back to the crib, yeah Runway walk, beauty queen face Video body, see the curves and the shape (woah) And everythin' her mama gave her, she know how to shake Thicker than a milkshake and I'm tryna get a taste Hair did, manicure, pedicure Attitude like Vivica, when she played in Set It Off She feelin' my swag, she feelin' my G Not only is she dancin', she feelin' on me And I'm feelin' you too, so I put my hands on her Just to let her know the feelings mutual No mama, we could birthday text Yes, I said text but I know you know what I really meant (sex) Tell me what you will do, tell me what you won't do Tell me what you don't know how to do So I could show you (uh-huh) I'ma give it to you give it to you like I owe you And after I'm done, I'ma tell you I told you, so Shawty said she really feeling me Like yeah, oh yeah, I'm like, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah) Shawty said she wanna roll with me I said yeah, oh yeah, oh, no, girl (yeah, yeah) She don't know that we going back to the crib 'Cause she know that I'm on her She don't know, she don't know She don't know that we going back to the crib Back to the crib, oh, baby yeah Shawty said she really feeling me Like yeah, oh yeah, oh, baby, woo (yeah, yeah) Shawty said she wanna roll with me I said yeah, oh yeah, I said yeah, I said, yeah (yeah, yeah) She don't know that we going back to the crib 'Cause she know that I'm on her, they don't know She don't know that we going back to the crib Back to the crib, yeah, we going, going You should know me I can see myself in your future (hey, hey) That's hood, O.G., I made up my mind I'm choosing ya (hey, hey) Don't say, you won't try to lean in I'm fiending, yeah (hey, hey) The apartment's waiting on us, girl Meet me at the valet, Lamborghini Breezy I'ma transform ya, name you Mrs. Breezy Stunting so hard but I make it look easy Let's do it like we do it when we doing it for TV, yeah Shawty said she really feeling me Like yeah, oh yeah, yeah, oh, no, no, no (yeah, yeah) Shawty said she wanna roll with me I said yeah, oh yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah) She don't know that we going back to the crib 'Cause she know that I'm on her, oh, woah She don't know that we going back to the crib Back to the crib, yeah, don't, yeah I'm like yeah, I'm like yeah (yeah, yeah) Yeah (yeah, yeah) She don't know that we going, hey, yeah, yeah, yeah She don't know that we going, oh, woah, yeah, oh

die slow

DJ on the beat so it's a banger For the nigga that killed my cousin, woo, make sure he die slow I know a killer that's ready to shoot something, but he shoot with his eyes closed Better watch how you speak on that OTF shit, 'cause shit, I'd die for it I'll go against the grain for one of my niggas, shit, if I got to If I got to (Boo-boo-boo-boom, yeah), if I got to (Yeah, pussy) If I got to (Yeah), if I got to Pussy ass nigga get robbed, if I got to Pussy ass nigga get shot, if I got to I'm killing all my opps, if I got to Hit his ass twice with this Glock, if I got to (Ayy) They say they want Durk with no auto, ayy I'm from Chicago, where we turn our opps to Gelatto, ayy We shoot at opps, we high speed cops, we ducking potholes, ayy Man, he was woofin' like he was like that, man, we touched that taco, ayy Man, it's a drought on these real niggas, man, free Ralo, ayy Man, I can't get caught with no guns, you ain't even got no case Foenem touch your face I keep Bloods, I keep Crips when I touch the A Man, I'm clutching on my iron, man, this street life ain't no joke Nigga touch me then he dyin', niggas know we ain't no hoes I put savage in this love shit, without me, ain't no goals I put pistols all in Chiraq, nigga, without me, ain't no poles For the nigga that killed my cousin, woo, make sure he die slow I know a killer that's ready to shoot something, but he shoot with his eyes closed (Straight up) Better watch how you speak on that OTF shit, 'cause shit, I'll die for it (Yeah) I'll go against the grain for one of my niggas (On God), shit if I got to (Straight up) If I got to (Boo-boo-boo-boom), if I got to (Yeah, pussy, straight up) If I got to (Yeah, on God), if I got to Pussy ass nigga get robbed, if I got to (Straight up) Pussy ass nigga get shot, if I got to (Straight up) I'm killing all my opps, if I got to (On God, pussy) If I got to I got Hall of Fame status, bitch, don't try me like a rookie (21) I need a quarter ticket if your ass wanna book me (On God) Let off so many shots, neighbor said it sound like a fully (21) If I die, it one of my partners 'cause the opps all pussies (On God) You ain't never slid for your brother, you scared to get in trouble, y'all niggas might tell (Bitch) Run around like he a killer, he snitching in the car, he ain't make it to the jail (Snitch) Glock in my lap, I'm strapped Too rich to fistfight, niggas get clapped (21) Everybody 'round me paranoid, you might get smoked tryna reach for some dap (On God) Savage so 4L, he got a drum on his stick (Facts) Come pick up your girl, we left cum on your bitch (Hah) Niggas shot y'all whole gang, y'all niggas ain't do shit (21) We play freeze tag with these bullets, dawg, and all y'all niggas it (On God) For the nigga that killed my cousin (Straight up, straight up), make sure he die slow (21) I know a killer that's ready to shoot something, but he shoot with his eyes closed Better watch how you speak on that OTF shit, 'cause shit, I'll die for it I'll go against the grain for one of my niggas, shit, if I got to If I got to (Boo-boo-boo-boom, yeah), if I got to (Yeah, pussy) If I got to (Yeah), if I got to Pussy ass nigga get robbed, if I got to Pussy ass nigga get shot, if I got to I'm killing all my opps, if I got to (Pussy) If I got to (Ayy)

where u at

Hey bro You know what March, April, May, June, July, and about to be August, have in common, bro? The fact that I still don't have your goddamn album Why is it? I don't understand this process, dog, like how you got... Yo, everybody was bumpin' your last shit You don't want to get your next shit out? You don't care? You don't care that they want to hear your next shit? You just that good, huh? That must be your whole thing then Man you got until Friday, bro I'm not asking no more, dog You got until Friday; I'm not asking no more

wonderful

If it wasn't for the money Cars and movies stars and jewels And all these things I got I wonder, hey Would you still want me (Want you) Would you still be calling me (Still calling you) You be loving me? (I'll be loving you) Wanna keep you flawed with no dough Pimpin ain't easy Trust me I know When gangstas and hoes Go go go go go go together Like chinchilla and bad weather I'm good but been better All my bros, chedda and glamorous things Copped a few cars A crib with a east and west wing Cuz this is how I'm livin and yall women know the secrets Of how to get it and keep it How to prey on my weakness Cuz the power of p-u-s-s-y Got a lotta niggas wonderin it ain't just I Gotta keep ya cash comin And that's on my life If it wasn't for the money and the things I got Shit, she probably wouldn't like me But I keep her and Irv and Jeffrey quite icy Sip seraphim, who doesn't like me And the murderous I-N-C If it wasn't for the money Cars and movies stars and jewels And all these things I got I wonder, hey Would you still want me (Want you) Would you still be calling me (Still calling you) You be loving me? (I'll be loving you) Oh, oh, oh How many girls does it take to get to Mack status Player status Pimps that get Ya boy half rich fore we hit show biz But show biz brought next level chicks Pull them in them hot cars go and buy the whole bar nigga I came from the dirt what you want me to say I'm at the top of the world and life's a pussy buffet And that's why I get m-i-a Shut the game down so the bustas can't play Hell yeah I splurge money Hell yeah I act funny Look at you like fuck you All the shit I been thru It's a wonder why I'm still here Said I was gone but I'm still here And all you bitches that left me here Its mighty strange how you right back here If it wasn't for the money Cars and movies stars and jewels And all these things I got I wonder, hey Would you still want me (Want you) Would you still be calling me (Still calling you) You be loving me? (I'll be loving you) Oh, oh, oh I wonder why love is about money And why you wanna take it all from me Honey My life is dark but its lovely Crimes cars cribs ain't that right Kelly? (Oh oh oh oh oh oh) Yall bitches don't know Money ain't a thang Mami need a lil change Girl I'm pitchin quarters Closest to the arches but live in a fortress New benzes new porsches New cases new lawyers I'm becoming the infamous notorious rule Niggas couldn't walk a mile in my shoes Niggas don't possess the heart that I do And it's a wonder that I'm still here Thought I was gone but I'm still here And all you bitches that left me here Its kinda funny how you right back there If it wasn't for the money Cars and movies stars and jewels And all these things I got I wonder, hey Would you still want me (Want you) Would you still be calling me (Still calling you) You be loving me? (I'll be loving you) Oh, oh, oh Oh oh oh oh ohhhhh Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh

love is crazy

Yeah! We can go to Saturn, it doesn’t really matter We can get there, we can do it if we try You know that I love you, put no one else above you We can get there, we can do it if we try Knock, knock, it’s me I’mma take ya fine ass out to Applebee’s Get anything you want, this shit is free My friend work here Whatcha mean, I ain’t romantic? I bought you flowers, so what they plastic? We could fuck for hours, so what, I’m nasty? I ain’t got the roommate, that was my old place I’mma take you to the crib and show you the ‘O’ face You make me feel like I’m back in the 5th grade Had a crush on Keana and she rocked the one braid And I thought that sex was when you touched a girl’s butt You could get a girl pregnant, so look, but don’t touch I like you so much, I know it sound crazy But I’d have a sex change just so I could have your baby The roles are reversed, so you got a huge dick, and I got a Prada purse A nigga so sick, that my car’s a doctor Take a gamble on a nigga that your name was Proctor Kick it in Chinese like you’re Shaolin soccer Got nothin’ but dinero, so you meetin’ the Fockers Look at my clock-ers, it’s time to roll out Get sneaks, sneaks, and sneaks, and they sold out That’s what I’m all about and if you got the time It’s hard to make change when you want one dime Welcome back everyone to "Pinoys in Space" Got a new constellation for you to trace Use the far East star for your startin’ place You see it? My big dipper's slappin’ you in the face Step out of the shed, let the sun be felt On your head as you undo Orion’s belt Oh nuts! I just crashed landed on the planet of the gay cliché Talkin’ Milky Way, bouquets, Broadway, bubblay and Michael Bublé Sorry if I caught you off-guard with my five-second delay But the jet-lag’s making me loopy and my sales are soupy Soupy Sales! I eat chocolate! We can go to Saturn, it doesn’t really matter We can get there, we can do it if we try You know that I love you, put no one else above you We can get there, we can do it if we try We can go to Saturn, it doesn’t really matter We can get there, we can do it if we try You know that I love you, put no one else above you We can get there, we can do it if we try I love you baby (I love you baby) I love you baby (I love you baby) I love you baby (I love you baby) I love you baby I love you baby (I love you baby) I love you baby (I love you baby) I love you baby (I love you baby) I love you baby I love you baby (I love you baby) I love you baby (I love you baby) I love you baby (I love you baby) I love you baby I love you baby I love you baby

down on my luck

When I get down on my luck I hide behind my eyes in Hollywood They say ain't what you know but who you know You need to know someone to know no one When I get down on my luck I roll one up and roll around all by my lonesome Lost some years, I used to know I know my fate like bullets in a shotgun When I get down on my luck I hide behind my eyes in Hollywood They say ain't what you know but who you know You need to know someone to know no one When I get down on my luck I roll one up and roll around all by my lonesome Lost some years, I used to know I know my fate like bullets in a shotgun She loves to dream, living in and off and out her mind In space and time, she takes a line & lies her life Away you might just say she stays to go nowhere Midnight scenes from an old romantic movie Usually you'd be there today I say was different I can take you with me wondering, if you wanna go there Down on my luck Down on my luck Do you think about the things you say you don't? I know you do, white wine she over cool Ooh look at you, look at you Do you think the things you do or who you know? Cause they told you to, why you listen to 'em? Hands up, middle finger to 'em Fuck that, get down When I get down on my luck I hide behind my eyes in Hollywood They say ain't what you know but who you know You need to know someone to know no one When I get down on my luck I roll one up and roll around all by my lonesome Lost some years, I used to know I know my fate like bullets in a shotgun When I get down on my luck, when I get down on my luck When I get down on my luck, when I get down on my luck Down on my luck, down on my luck Do you think about the things you say you don't? I know you do, white wine she over cool Ooh look at you, look at you Do you think the things you do or who you know? Cause they told you to, why you listen to 'em? Hands up, middle finger to 'em Fuck that, get down

cant get in kanada

Count it up, count it up, count it up (count it) Hit it from the back, pussy mount it up (mount it) Tatted up, tat it up, tat it up (we tatted) Can't none of my niggas get in Kanada (nope) Bet it up, bet it up, bet it up (big bettin') Tell 'em it's a go, nigga, set it up (nigga, set it) The bust down, bust down, wet as fuck (it's wet) Ayy Mustard, tell these niggas, "Catch up" Count it up, count it up, count it up (count it) Hit it from the back, pussy mount it up (mount it) Tatted up, tat it up, tat it up (we tatted) Can't none of my niggas get in Kanada (nope) Bet it up, bet it up, bet it up (big bettin') Tell 'em it's a go, nigga, set it up (nigga, set it) The bust down, bust down, wet as fuck (it's wet) Ayy Mustard, tell these niggas "catch up" Ayy Mustard, tell them you can, "Catch up" Ayy blood, tell them get their reps up They psycho, tell 'em get their vest up Ayy YG, tell 'em throw they set up Tell them get their bands up, get their fans up I'ma ride with not no scammer Tell 'em when I pull up, I'ma pull up with a hammer, nigga don't pat us Tell 'em we gon' do it for my homie, just caught a case, he got caught on camera (we don't give a fuck, nigga) My brazy lil niggas get on Instagram and tell you they gon' get at you No I can't meet you in the right mind just so to write, lil nigga I'm a factor No I ain't regular, nigga, I got hoes in the back, I'm Santa Count it up, count it up, count it up (count it) Hit it from the back, pussy mount it up (mount it) Tatted up, tat it up, tat it up (we tatted) Can't none of my niggas get in Kanada (nope) Bet it up, bet it up, bet it up (big bettin') Tell 'em it's a go, nigga, set it up (nigga, set it) The bust down, bust down, wet as fuck (it's wet) Ayy Mustard, tell these niggas, "Catch up" Count it up, count it up, count it up (count it) Hit it from the back, pussy mount it up (mount it) Tatted up, tat it up, tat it up (we tatted) Can't none of my niggas get in Kanada (nope) Bet it up, bet it up, bet it up (big bettin') Tell 'em it's a go, nigga, set it up (nigga, set it) The bust down, bust down, wet as fuck (it's wet) Ayy Mustard, tell these niggas, "Catch up" (ayy, ayy) She take dick the long way, bad bitch get it all day Never fuck with early, only fucked on ball base She just wanna party, tryna hit that body Be my bitch for God's sake, tryna see you in... Wait, I see doubles in the hallway (skrr) Gotta turn, nigga that's the wrong way (skrr) I be with killin' niggas all day (ayy) I think I'ma kill it all day (ayy) Dive deep in that bitch all day (ayy) She wanna play with the balls, Spalding (ayy) Made it out the ghetto, get it hard way (ayy) So now I fuck your bitch, this our way! Count it up, count it up, count it up (count it) Hit it from the back, pussy mount it up (mount it) Tatted up, tat it up, tat it up (we tatted) Can't none of my niggas get in Kanada (nope) Bet it up, bet it up, bet it up (big bettin') Tell 'em it's a go, nigga, set it up (nigga, set it) The bust down, bust down, wet as fuck (it's wet) Ayy Mustard, tell these niggas, "Catch up" Count it up, count it up, count it up (count it) Hit it from the back, pussy mount it up (mount it) Tatted up, tat it up, tat it up (we tatted) Can't none of my niggas get in Kanada (nope) Bet it up, bet it up, bet it up (big bettin') Tell 'em it's a go, nigga, set it up (nigga, set it) The bust down, bust down, wet as fuck (it's wet) Ayy Mustard, tell these niggas, "Catch up"

blood walk

Like that Like, like, like that, like, like Do the Blood walk, I do the, do the Blood walk, I do Do the Blood walk, I do I do the Blood walk I be that nigga they call Jay Rock, comin' straight out of Watts You know I keep my Bloods with me cause we be's off the block Know that black khakis, black .45 talk Throw my (?) red Chucks, red strings Throw my hood up in your face Soo-woo, shoot through, cherry red Chevrolet Hittin' switches on them bitches, smokin' purple everyday Sittin' sideways, leanin' off that Cuervo Shoot a nigga down, keep killers on a payroll Steady, screamin' "Rock know," but, nigga, I don't know shit But to get some money, fuck the bitches, stackin' mo' chips Got to hit my 'hood though, niggas (?) My goons throw niggas in the trash like some garbage These (?), Maserati crawlin' Beatin' down your block, knockin' pictures off your wall And I do my Blood walk, I do my Blood walk Two-step, throw my 'hood up, yeah, this Blood raw Like that, naw, like this Give it up, give it up, slide like this Two-step, slide like this Do the Blood walk, I do mine like this Like that, naw, like this Give it up, give it up, slide like this Two-step, slide like this Do the Blood walk, I do mine like this Two-step, slide like this Do the Blood walk, I do mine's like this Rest in peace (?)'s relative on the replay Niggas disrespectin', catch a slug when the heat spray Back in '98, it was Crip walkin' craze Now it's '08, niggas Blood walkin' brazy You see that footwork, now that's a work of art We hit a party, watch my dogs tear the floor apart And we don't cha-cha, we just rock, ma Them Chuck Taylors do their job Look, we mob through the neighborhood Bouncin' like a kangaroo, jumpin' like it's '92 Sippin' on that (?), slangin' pipe like (?) do Soo-woopin' with my fellow troops We on fire like them hollows when the metal shoots And you know Rock do his thing Blood walkin' with my niggas in a pit of flames

le sucre pimente remix freestyle bbq team piment

Mon sucre s'oublie pas car il est pimenté La plume ne s'usera pas car elle est cimentée Les anciens déroulent le tapis rouge Il y a des traces de ma voix sur des papyrus Ils écrivent du soda, moi du Whisky Ils sont les biscottes, moi le biscuit Les médisants envoyés chez l'vétérinaire Je ne suis pas un d'ces artistes intérimaires J'vais l'faire C'est quoi tous ces nouveaux rappeurs ? J'reviens foutre de l'ordre C'que tu racontes n'a pas d'sens comme un double god Tous à court de prod', leur musique manque de cachet J'prends ça comme un compliment quand ils tentent de m'plagier, hé J'suis Robocop, dis c'que tu veux sur moi j'suis blindé Mes propos choquent, les vieux j'entends leurs dentiers grincer Les mythos taffent l'image avant d'avoir rien fait J'rêve de tabasser ton réal avec son propre 5D J'ai pas trop d'biff, de dineros, maigre bourse C'est Greg Frite, sauce aigre douce Donc heureusement qu'mes soces m'aident tous Que les faux mecs se poussent et qu'ils s'prosternent tous Ma 'zique est comme ma vie : sucrée, piquante Bien sûr trépidante, mais surtout hésitante "Le travail paie" une formule si évidente Mais c'est pas demain la veille, comme une femme mûre présidente J'suis trop loin, pour m'capter il t'faut un satellite Une bête de parabole, si t'y arrives allume un gros joint Crache la fumée dans le ciel, re-tire une taffe Ferme les yeux, et sens comment mon flow te met des grosses baffes J'suis le hip-hop en personne, demande à O.X Ou à Z.O.X, F.L.E.X kicke ça comme personne Tu n'm'as jamais aimé, mais tu reconnais Que si tu m'paies avec des faux billets j'te rends la monnaie Yeah ! Mon flow ne s'oublie pas car il est déjanté Même si je n'souris pas, Shizzy est enchanté, yeah Tapis rouge déroulé par le taulier taulier Parce que comme lui j'transforme nuits blanches en billets violets violets J'cuisine des punchlines, des fat tracks, des sales raps Comme si j'avais Ratatouille planqué sous la snapback Ramène tes petites copines Des collègues coquines On est avec ta bitch bâtard t'es Home Alone #MacaulayCulkin #TeamRapGeniusFrance !

pistol pistol remix

O. Trice, c'mon! Yeah, niggas got me I'mma get them, it ain't over You can catch me in the whip with a fifth of pimp juice (yeah!) Then I'm popping the clip, bout to fix this issue (woo!) You pray that I don't hit, I ain't equipped to miss you (no!) You're gonna need an ambulance to stitch your tissue (nigga!) Or either have a bag on your hip to shit through (ha!) You seen us on the ave, anxious to get you But my penis is a mag, when I lift it hits you (DA-DA-DA-DA-DA!) Cause I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol I, solemnly swear on my, daughter's tears The nigga that got him in the head will feel it before the year ends (That's right) Hope you inconspicuous, my friend Cause once the word get back, you in a world of sin (sin) Bullets will hurdle at him, for trying to murder what's Been determined as the first solo African (me!) To go platinum with an accident happening Well maggots I'm alive with vengeance to get back (get back!) My momma blood pressure was affected from that My little girl need her daddy on the phone at a certain time Exact now, and niggas act wild (foul) But when the mac come out, y'all niggas exile (blaow!) And I don't wanna hear X-Y-Z I'm X'ing out your whole entity for trying to kill me (me nigga) Filthy motherfuckers, I'll show you what real be (real be nigga) When these HTB's light up your kidneys (woo!) I'm so sincere, you see in a hearse this year It's not a verse it's a curse from birth and what's on your person over here This is Obie hear him clear, niggas beware We're coming at you with firearms in air (yeah nigga!) And your purpose so superfluous How could I be merciful when murking me's a mercenary's goal? (uh) Nigga I got paper, I'll have ya ass urgently exposed (what!) No emergency's bringing back your souls Slugs shatter your bones for pat-patting me in the dome Learn this patter-in, we catch him at home, he wrong That's when automatics sporadically catch him in the abdomen Another dirty motherfucker's gone (YEAH!) You can catch me in the whip with a fifth of pimp juice (yeah!) Then I'm popping the clip, bout to fix this issue (woo!) You pray that I don't hit, I ain't equipped to miss you (no!) You're gonna need an ambulance to stitch your tissue (nigga!) Or either have a bag on your hip to shit through (ha!) You seen us on the ave, anxious to get you But my penis is a mag, when I lift it hits you (DA-DA-DA-DA-DA!) Cause I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol "Second Round's on Me" (robbin, shootin, killin, murder) Oh shit RUNNN! (robbin, shootin, killin, murder)

times up

Yeah, yo, I'm the nigga with the perpetual oyster bars Mother of pearl delivery, voice of God And it's hard just being the boss Being I can't go to jail 'cause them years will cost me Don't get me wrong, lay a nigga down if he force me Rather just sit back and roll a dutch Think about how I'ma put the game in the cobra clutch Think about how I'ma get the 'caine over Customs Never underestimate niggas or over trust them Uh, yeah, them M's is right in my face I just got to throw my Timbs on and tighten my lace If it don't jam, the TEC will spray When I spit everybody gotta split like pepper spray 'Cause I'm a nigga that hate to settle And I'm a man of the Lord but I still can't shake the devil Moved away and still can't escape the ghetto, what?! The time to talk is up So bring the heat, playtime is over While you running your mouth I'm creeping up over your shoulder A gun, a knife, a bat, a brick, anything I can get my hands on Call my bluff, start acting up, and I'll leave you underground I know how to get my peers off me They can cry and die from high blood pressure 'cause tears are salty It's a symptom if you bobbing your head You know that he's sick You know the flow is ridic', now throw him a grip When I get it, you already know I'm throwing them bricks Putting purple everywhere, daddy, I'm throwing them nicks That's right, homie, you can't move me I ain't going nowhere, I'm in the hood like bootleg movies All you shooting is the breeze, a bootleg Uzi I'm just waiting on a q like Suzie, don't lose me These penitentiary chances that I take Should be able to get the mansion by the lake But I invest my bread into something else Into something else that'll make something melt You just got to feel the kid If not rap for the fact of how real he is, what up The time to talk is up So bring the heat, playtime is over While you running your mouth I'm creeping up over your shoulder A gun, a knife, a bat, a brick, anything I can get my hands on Call my bluff, start acting up, and I'll leave you underground Ayo, niggas know the champ is in here He took it from crack to rap, now he put out two anthems a year And I just want to rock for a century And then chase the book with the documentary If you, can't do nothing other than flow Life's a bitch like the mother from Blow, let's go Don't make me put your heart in your lap Fuck riding the beat, nigga, I parallel park on the track Hop out looking crispy, fresh and new In the six, but it's a BM, and it's Pepsi blue And, I don't know you But I know a man becomes a man from all the shit that he go through Y'all ain't fuckin with Jason After I cash in, there's really no justification Of how I'm gonna change the game, so don't get out of line 'Cause this little nine will change your frame, what up The time to talk is up So bring the heat, playtime is over While you running your mouth I'm creeping up over your shoulder A gun, a knife, a bat, a brick, anything I can get my hands on Call my bluff, start acting up, and I'll leave you underground

allty 3

Yeah, now why the fuck you wanna test me? I'll hit you with the right and the lefty Yeah, your bitch was with you right when she left me VVS, them diamonds ice, yeah my neck bling Nigga, your neck green I took the gang out to eat and they ordered everything I put my soul in these cups and don't worry 'bout anything I put my soul in these cups and I watch my kidney bleed Take about three rights and you know you're left with me Baby you right and you know you're left with me Told you that right before you had left the scene Take a left hook and right hook right to the spleen You know the sky is the limit, you can have anything You can die for the living, you still gon' live through me You can cry to these bitches, they still won't feel a thing So I don't feel for these hoes, I just feel Hennessy I'm smoking this Do-Si-Dos, feeling the energy That's the reason I'm the shit, dawg VVS them diamonds in my wrist, dawg Hit him with the left and right, I'm pissed off Yeah, now why the fuck you wanna test me? I'll hit you with the right and the lefty Yeah, your bitch was with you right when she left me VVS, them diamonds ice, yeah my neck bling Nigga, your neck green I took the gang out to eat and they ordered everything I put my soul in these cups and don't worry 'bout anything I put my soul in these cups and I watch my kidney bleed Bust you down with the jewels on my pinky White gold, diamonds so my drip is milky If you want smoke, my gas is sticky I’m with the gang, pull up if you feelin' risky I got a Uzi filled with candy Bitch, you look a little hungry Open up your mouth I can put this lead inside of your tummy My sticks and stones will break your bones Your aim will never touch me All these hoes will come and go I stay counting up my money Yeah, now why the fuck you wanna test me? I'll hit you with the right and the lefty Yeah, your bitch was with you right when she left me VVS, them diamonds ice, yeah my neck bling Nigga, your neck green I took the gang out to eat and they ordered everything I put my soul in these cups and don't worry 'bout anything I put my soul in these cups and I watch my kidney bleed

another cup

I've got the angel of death watching over my back She know I'm too slick, I outlive heart attacks I swear she don't love me, she in love with my racks I got the angel of death telling me to fall back I've got the angel of death watching over my back She know I'm too slick, I outlive heart attacks I swear she don't love me, she in love with my racks I got the angel of death telling me to fall back I love taking narcotics by the teaspoon I love fucking her good in her mom's room She say she in love with me but I don't believe her Feeling so lonely, please tell me don't need her Girl pick your poison is it me or is it drugs? I know it's hard baby 'cause we both give you a rush But a rush ain't love, it's temporary lust I don't wanna die so pour another cup I've got the angel of death watching over my back She know I'm too slick, I outlive heart attacks I swear she don't love me, she in love with my racks I got the angel of death telling me to fall back I've got the angel of death watching over my back I swear she don't love me, she in love with my act I swear she wanna fuck me, why she do me like that Why you do me like that, so I just do me like that, aye Yeah I feel comfy when you do me like that, aye You made me feel ugly when you do me like that, aye I pull up to the function and I pop me a cap I'm finna pop me some tags, I cop my bitches some bags, aye Shopping mall shorty, I got dope in my bag, aye I pull up to the party, I ain't trying to brag, aye I pull up to the party, everybody get mad And when I pull off from the party, all the bitches get sad They saying, "where you going Lil Peep?" I got lots of drugs on me I think I'ma go to sleep Wake up and I repeat (aye)

it would be you

Pinch me if I'm dreaming As a matter of fact I take that back Let me lay there Inside of your love Listening to your heart beat Girl there ain't no feeling Better than feeling On your body Girl don't you move a muscle Girl I just wanna touch you If you ever took your love away I can truly say I'd die right here today Don't give me the world I just want my girl (x2) If I could have anything I put it on everything That it would be you you you you I just want you you you You are my love And my love for you girl Is all that I need, If I had nothing more Than our love I'll be just fine with our love (Sing on boy) Your shoes can't be filled they cannot wear your heels My truth is in you, girl there is nothing as real As our love, I'll be just fine as long as you're by my side (Woman) (x2) What would I do where would I be? If there was no you there'd be no me Why don't you think about that now What would I do, where would I be? If there was no you, there'd be no me I put it on everything That it would be you you you you I just want you you you

my worst enemy

Yea, uh, uh, real niggas dawg, ya heard Yea, journey to the life, just journey I'm the nigga that ain't loud Throw C-low, never ace out Only move out wit a particular crew, I hate crowds The observer, money and murder the hood praise it I was raised in it, early age Was presented with the ultimatum Be a boss with a army, drop the Atari games Hard cocaine that had my neighborhood strung out Brains numb out, guns out I was smart high hopes in my heart But dope cartels would emerge Bloody shirts on niggas while they hollerin' 'Til their lungs don't work Figures I end up with a scarred memory of my youth With dudes in the drug loot, feelin' henny "SHOOT" My nigga Will still here, man I wish it was truth Buried in his favorite shit, FILA sneakers and FILA suit My eyes are the window of my soul My niggas let the Indo roll Thinkin' time flies we gettin' old That's the words of my right hand man, my main dawg We been rollin since day one, he down for the cause All he talk is extortion, kidnap shit, big gat shit I'm like - "yo think positive", but he act sick He only think about lettin' his Mac spit He like fuck who he hit Me it bothers, cause he know I'm rent 'em it regardless If he keep wildin' out he's makin' both of us targets So I pull him, tell him on some deep shit, try to school 'em We already lost niggas by how we was movin' We still livin', but our lives need much improvin' I think I'm gonna lose 'em I was blind in this world All I thought about was diamonds and pearls I had beef wit a nigga, then I'm clappin' his girl Nappin' his kids, ransack and run through his rib Blow up his mom's crib, there's no way he could live It's gettin' clearer, starin' at the man in the mirror Like all this time, it's just a fragment of my mind Come to find out, shit wasn't what is made to be In reality +My Worst Enemy+ was me Feelin' like I got the dons clout Trigger pawn cocked Glocks spray up your moms spot I ain't playin' wit you, war, fuck pistols Bring machines, icy bell buckles, ten guns, M-1'S with ice muzzles Life's a struggle, get your wifey touch too, everybody involved Homicide, doctors patchin' up your war scars Task Force chargin' at us, news flash, thug crews blast at officers Coroners pick you up from the grass Livin' fast 'til somebody tries meltin' my chest I'm high loosin' it, could of hit my own self with the tec Refuse to quit, but I tried tellin' me to relax It's like I can't hear my words 'til I'm trapped to the max Even then I blame everybody else except me, pops left me I was just three, I cried for help, moms was busy That don't mean nigga's stupid But I got a habit wit - makin' up excuses Was born ruthless, hated school, they ain't teach me I'm a bad seed Planted in this ghetto, where my niggas can't read Multiply, subtract; only knowin' how to count cracks and count stacks Now what y'all know about that One side of me wanted out of this life Glue traps on the floor for the mice 'Til the nigga saw the light I wanted money when I got it, I would spend it I wanted jewels, but when I heard it, yo I wouldn't listen All of the drama in my life I got my self into All the toxins my body took in, faded my mental I let these niggas words get to me But I'm tired of my ice, tired of Bentley It's the end of the century I recognized the world is a beautiful place Niggas opinions ruinin' my musical taste Cause everytime I caught a case, could of got me in jail If you wasn't scared of jail, you more likely to fail I thought the whole world was cursed, from the hand I was dealt And +My Worst Enemy+ was my self Word to my self...word to my self...word to my self... I was blind to the world All I thought about was diamonds and pearls I had beef wit a nigga, then I'm clappin' his girl Nappin' his kids, ransack, run through his rib Blow up his mom's crib, there's no way he could live It's gettin' clearer, starin' at the man in the mirror Cause all this time, it was a fragment in my mind Come to find out, shit wasn't what is made to be In reality +My Worst Enemy+ was me

better watch what you saying

I ain't stun what you saying All I know is gettin money Yall niggas be playing, and yall niggas don't want it Better watch what you saying Cause my niggas they on it And my niggas don't play fair They'll give it to you if you want it My niggas they don't play fair But they'll give it to you if you want it ya Better watch what you saying Better watch what you saying Better watch what you saying Better watch what you saying Better watch what you saying Cause ion play like that (Ion play like that) Hundred thousands in my pants nigga Straight like that (Okay) I could loose a twenty in a day Bet i'll make it right back (Ima make it back) Ion write shit down, I punch it in So pay it right back (That right too) RICH HOMIE BABY ! I make her say it like that (Aye say that shit) I gotta right to hold that K You know it spray like that And I take that back that F N a go getta Gotta shooter on the building bullets gon hit cha And they gone split cha Break you up and separate cha (okay) Keep em' out ya business, haters they investigate ya(okay) And I ain't tryna place ya ... At the top! I'm with the same niggas I came with from the block(nigga) I need a golden glove, cause I just caught the plate(okay) I'll put your eyes where your mouth at, now watch what you say (hahaha) I got them Dope Boys Nikes on like Dr. J(I do) Broke Hoes three words (what?) OUT MY FACE (yeah) And I flipped like three birds, Yesterday (yeah) I don't know what he heard, but it's not accura (nah nigga) I mean accurate. Oops my mistake (yeah) I just got a new watch, But I still find myself being late (that right too) You niggas sweet and I smell the flowers (I do) You keep brown in yo weed, call it Eddie Bauer (mid haha) You mess with kids like a pedophile (ew) Got sum for you to suck on, No pacificer

four seasons

We can't go on like this Eventually, we'll grow old Fall apart into dust I can't, imagine it I care, but it's not worth it Keep fallin' and fallin' But does the fall ever end? You're the only one that got the best of me Open and closin' Revolvin' doors never end Can't deny, I gave you the best of me Just don't know what it is Spring, summer You disappeared in the night Fall came right back again Froze in my arms Your love changes more than the seasons When I get close, you turn cold For no reason at all (Reason at all) For no reason at all If you don't want none of this Please set me free Broken wings can't fly home I can't, imagine it (yeah) I care, but it's not worth it Tell me now what's the point, baby? Tell me what's the point, baby? Tell me, eh? Spring, summer You disappeared in the night Fall came right back again Froze in my arms Your love changes more than the seasons When I get close, you turn cold For no reason at all For no reason Spring, summer (You disappeared in the night) Fall came right (back again) Froze in my arms Your love changes more than the seasons (More than the seasons) When I get close, you turn cold For no reason For no reason For no reason at all

what i need

All the back and forth getting complicated Running me around got me frustrated, no That's why I been laying low If you wanna make it work, baby, gotta say it Need a little more than participation Or, I could go be on my own Sure I would kiss you, I'll lay with you You're broke, no, I can't fix you I won't, no, I won't diss you But babe, yeah, I might miss you If you're cold and needed shelter I'd hold you, but not sweat ya And know we're not together But babe, I won't forget ya What I need, what I need, what I need Is for you to be sure, no no no For you to be sure, no no no For you to be sure, no no no What I need, what I need, what I need Is to tell me that it's yours, no no no And who you do it for, no no no Need you to be sure, no no no, no no Need you to be sure Need you to be sure When we're all alone, girl, you wanna own it When we're with your fam, you don't wanna show it Oh, you try to keep us on the low I only want a girl who ain't afraid to love me Not a metaphor of what we really could be Oh, I ain't putting on a show Sure I would kiss you, I'll lay with you You're broke, no, I can't fix you I won't, no, I won't diss you But babe, yeah, I might miss you If you're cold and needed shelter I'd hold you, but not sweat ya And know we're not together But babe, I won't forget ya What I need, what I need, what I need Is for you to be sure, no no no For you to be sure, no no no For you to be sure, no no no What I need, what I need, what I need Is to tell me that it's yours, no no no And who you do it for, no no no Need you to be sure, no no no, no no Need you to be sure Need you to be sure Need you to be sure Need you to be sure We could be bigger and brighter than space Ain't no running away No, real loving is sure The way that I love, there's no taking my place Staring you right in your face No, don't look away no more I would kiss you, I'll lay with you You're broke, no, I can't fix you I won't, no, I won't diss you But babe, yeah, I might miss you If you're cold and needed shelter I'd hold you, but not sweat ya And know we're not together But babe, I won't forget ya What I need, what I need, what I need Is for you to be sure, no no no For you to be sure, no no no For you to be sure, no no no What I need, what I need, what I need Is to tell me that it's yours, no no no And who you do it for, no no no Need you to be sure, no no no, no no Need you to be sure Need you to be sure Need you to be sure Need you to be sure

noc w noc

Ona mnie pyta czy zaśpiewam jej coś jeszcze przed snem A ja że chętnie choć z muzyki miałem ndst A ja że pewnie bo z muzyki dziś mam niezłą pensje I na koncercie więcej sztuk niż na czarnym proteście Hej, ale Ty jedna lubisz stare giery I razem mamy głowę w chmurach tak jak Galilei To co od życia dostajemy bywa tanim żartem Największą deprechę miałem tydzień po "Żadnych zmartwień" Ale szybko mi przeszła, ustalmy Przez pół roku patrzyłem na palmy Jak wrzucałem ten grosz do fontanny (przestań) Nie myślałem, że będę miał tyle szczęścia Kiedyś sparaliżowany podbijałem do panny Czy nie chciałaby ze mną chodzić Jakieś dwa tygodnie dalej wycinała takie sceny, że bym mash-up złożył Jak spotykam te dupy z wtedy to myślę, czy byłem bardziej głupi czy młody Moja sztuka świeci, one tępo patrzą i pytają: "On to nadal robi?", a ja Noc w noc Wyglądasz jak Monroe, mała chce cię dotknąć Szepczesz cicho "chodź stąd", widzę cię tu noc w noc Wyglądasz jak Monroe, mała chce cię dotknąć Szepczesz cicho "chodź stąd" Ona lubi robić sobie dużo fotek Wrzuca buźkę na Instagram potem Ja wpadam do niej robię zjazd na fotel Pisze Kuba czy mu dogram zwrotę Przyszła lala to buziaka w nosek Ej stop, ej, ej dzwoni mój fon Znowu wydzwania na lol Znowu mnie ściąga na dno Ja dzisiaj nie mogę na noc Dzisiaj to mogę na chwilę pod blok A na nią ten głos, to działa jak lont, i działa jak drops i ciuchy Lacoste Ty lubisz to jak każda, wiem Kręci pupą, myśli, gwiazdą jest Powinnaś dobrze wiedzieć, nie, czego Przemek może chcieć Ja robię z tej muzyki cash Mówiła, że przyśniłem się I widzi mnie na kamerce jak tylko zaloguje Skype Dla Ciebie dostęp trudny jest Piszesz znowu do niej - cześć A ona klika ESC, nie Noc w noc Wyglądasz jak Monroe, mała chce cię dotknąć Szepczesz cicho "chodź stąd", widzę cię tu noc w noc Wyglądasz jak Monroe, mała chce cię dotknąć Szepczesz cicho "chodź stąd" Noc w noc... Noc w noc... Noc w noc... Noc w noc... Noc w noc...

foreign land

Skrrt RiFF Yeah yeah I have ice all across my hand I have traveled to foreign land I have ice all across my hand I have traveled to foreign land I have ice all across my hand I have traveled to foreign land I have ice all across my hand I have traveled to foreign land I have ice all across my hand Uh, yeah, uh Big baller don't wait, uh Diamonds all over my face Ferragamo on waist Maserati on the way Forty-five on my waist, just in case Could’ve signed with Tulane, Burberry briefcase I shoot a jumper like Tim Legler I shoot a jumper like Steve Kerr I parked the Bentley on the curb I pour a four in a hurricane I put a brick in the passenger Just in case I might buy me a new plane I made you double the price I made you double your ice Jody ain't got no wife I need to buy more ice I need more syrup than Sprite I got a dirty cup Teeth is princess cut Chain is Halle hus' Only ten of us, Prada tour bus, RiFF I have ice all across my hand I have traveled to foreign land I have ice all across my hand I have traveled to foreign land I have ice all across my hand I have traveled to foreign land I have ice all across my hand I have traveled to foreign land I have ice all across my hand You can skate on it, figure eight on it I say, "Я тебя люблю" to my Russian bitch (I love you) And she love that shit (Yeah) Then she suck my (Woo, okay) Big ass rims on my ride (Big rims) If I jump out the roof, I’ma die (That's suicide) I'm not no farmer but my cars got horsepower Sour Patch paint job got these boys sour (RiFF) I have ice all across my hand I have travelled to foreign land I have ice all across my hand I have travelled to foreign land I have ice all across my hand I have travelled to foreign land I have ice all across my hand I have travelled to foreign land Skrrt RiFF Yeah yeah