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piledriver waltz

I etched the face of a stopwatch on the back of a raindrop And did a swap for the sand in an hourglass I heard an unhappy ending, it sort of sounds like you leaving I heard the piledriver waltz, it woke me up this morning You look like you've been for breakfast at the heartbreak hotel And sat in the back booth by the pamphlets And the literature on how to lose Your waitress was miserable and so was your food If you're gonna try and walk on water Make sure you wear your comfortable shoes Mysteries flashing amber go green when you answer But the red on the rest of the questionnaire never changes I heard the news that you're planning To shoot me out of a cannon I heard the piledriver waltz, it woke me up this morning You look like you've been for breakfast at the heartbreak hotel And sat in the back booth by the pamphlets And the literature on how to lose Your waitress was miserable and so was your food If you're gonna try and walk on water Make sure you wear your comfortable shoes Oh-oh, oh-oh Piledriver

got this

Yeah, ever since, ever since, yeah Yeah yeah Ever since I got this you been tryna knock this All you do is pop shit you ain't really on shit This is for my team though we ain't with the nonsense Keep it 103 though, all we do is top shit I made everything come true, I feel like my own genie You would think I got middle-eastern blood by the way the girls call me habibi Thirty racks just popped up in my email damn what a life I just did arenas, then I had a threesome, then I counted 40 bands damn what a night This is that shit I asked for, I don't take shots with squares you a backboard Fuck your stamps, I want stamps in my passport Dance to my disc though we all want platforms That's a 80's reference A lotta rappers only hot for like 80 seconds Don't pay me less than the promoter's makin' Carry myself yeah my shoulder's aching Ever since I got this you been tryna knock this All you do is pop shit you ain't really on shit This is for my team though we ain't with the nonsense Keep it 103 though, all we do is top shit Ever since I got this you been tryna knock this All you do is pop shit you ain't really on shit This is for my team though we ain't with the nonsense Keep it 103 though, all we do is top shit Yeah, I'ma get a jet, call it Netflix cause I'm done with commercials, yeah Imma go diamond, but I still got love for my circle, yeah When I land, hotel suite, king bed with a handful of queens When I make it to the top elevator goes right back down to the team That's OG bossed up wisdom, no sleep insomnia Talkin to myself don't put us at the end that's obvious Hope you catch that, Kylie showin love on Snapchat 21 hits on the way like Blackjack quicker than a flashback Ever since I got this you been tryna knock this All you do is pop shit you ain't really on shit This is for my team though we ain't with the nonsense Keep it 103 though, all we do is top shit Ever since I got this you been tryna knock this All you do is pop shit you ain't really on shit This is for my team though we ain't with the nonsense Keep it 103 though, all we do is top shit

non stop

I’m knocking on your door, and it's cold, yes it's cold But I brought your favorite flowers, teddy bear and a card Cause I know that loving me is a chore, it’s a chore But I won’t stop loving you that’s for sure, that’s for sure You could open your window baby And ask me to go away But there’s no way, no how I’ll stop loving you It’s non-stop, Oh no, oh no, oh no It won’t stop, Oh no, oh no, oh no This love is gonna keep going, it ain’t gonna slow It’s non stop, Oh no, oh no, oh no I sat down in my car, not to leave, just to park I’m still not losing hope, though the sky's getting dark I wish you’d just peak out the blinds to my heart But you turned your bedroom light on Well at least that’s a start You could open your window baby And ask me to go away But there’s no way, no how I’ll stop loving you It’s non-stop, Oh no, oh no, oh no It won’t stop, Oh no, oh no, oh no This love is gonna keep going, it ain’t gonna slow It’s non stop, Oh no, oh no, oh no Said I’m sorry, oh baby But the love won’t stop, no no, nah uh Take me back, oh love, Take me back Cause the love will keep flowing on The love will keep flowing on

i dont need you demowav

Ayy, look at that boy, huh Cooking up joints, like Run up the score, huh Like, you already know, uh Never got help, uh So, did it myself, uh Doing so well, huh I bet you can't tell that I've been... running Like, this my dance, yeah Running man, running man Like, this my chance Huh I'm out here, who here left? (Who here left?) Who gon' last? (Mmm, huh) Ain't much left (Yeah) I don't need you, no Reject me, I reject harder I don't need you, no Act unbothered, give me that Oscar If I can't get love, I'ma go get paper (New love) So do me a favor (What's that?) Don't do me no favors, ayy I don't need you, no (No, no) I don't need you, no (No, no) I don't need you, no (No, no) I don't need you, no (No, no) I don't need you, no, no I don't need you, oh, no I don't need you, no, no I don't need you, no, no I'm fine on my own, ayy Right here on my own, ayy I don't need you, no, uh I don't- look Look at that boy, ayy Cooking up joints, like Run up the score, huh Like, you already know, uh Never got help, uh So, did it myself, uh Doing so well, huh Bet you can't tell that I've been... running Like, this my dance (Woo) Running man, running man Like, this my chance, yeah Built these walls, can't feel pain Don't feel love neither, no, it's all the same I don't need you, no Can't get let down with no hopes up I don't need you, no Get back, get back, don't do close-up, huh If I can't get love, I'ma go get paper So do me a favor (What's that?) Don't do me no favors, ayy I don't need you, no (No, no) I don't need you, no (No, no) I don't need you, no (No, no) I don't need you, no (No, no) I don't need you, no, no I don't need you, no, no I don't need you, no, no I don't need you, no I'm fine on my own, ayy Right here on my own, yeah I don't need you, no, no I don't need you, no I don't need you, no I don't need you, no I don't need you, no I don't need you, no I don't need you I don't need you I don't need you I don't need you I don't need you I don't need you I don't need you I don't need you Why you never say goodbye? (I don't need you) Why you try to steal my girl? (I don't need you) Why you hit me so hard? (I don't need you) Why you never want me 'round? (I don't need you) I hate asking for help, my pride too real I would probably die starving before I ask for a meal These walls I built, each brick a disappointment Never told you how I really felt, this time I can’t avoid it I know I said I don't need you, yeah, I know it's all see-through But what else do you tell yourself when that many people leave you? I threw myself into working, trying to prove that I'm worth it I've been holding this middle finger up so long, my arm hurtin' But now I'm tired of all this trying Say, "I'm good," say, "I'm fine" Ain't no time, cut the pride, I just say it I need you to listen When I tell you how I really feel, don't dismiss it Or start laughing Or act like I'm overreacting I need to know I'm not somebody that you just got to put up with I need to know that I don't suck if I never had no success I need you to stop judging me for the things I'm into And if you don't like it, then pretend to I need you to talk to me gentle I need your reply when I text you I need the reminder of my potential I need your time for just a little I need your word, its instrumental I need you to stop tryna humble me, I got a tough enough time loving me I need to trust you won't come and leave, and then pull the rug out from under me I need a place I can talk crazy when everything in my walk hazy Know I've been a little off lately, but look, man, it's how God made me I need a minute, need commitment I need God, I need a vision I need y'all, I need a visit I need more than I will admit And I always said I don't need you, always thought it was true I don't need nobody, dang, maybe I do

sacrifice

Listen, I got you phobic off of this like arachnids Drastic, it ain't plastic it's Pro-Blackness Grown man tactics, no pediatrics The kind of track that make the comeback miraculous The catalyst, Thought with the knack for splashin' I'm dashin' I mastered the craft of mashin' The level-headed thoroughbred, the female's passion Mag-netic attraction be keepin' them askin' The crews in the Cadillacs with the Pendergrassin' Swerve half-naked, won't come near crashin' But if I go to heaven, would y'all know my name Or would it be the same for you like I was Eric Clapton, huh? Clap for you freedom dog, that's what's happening My spit take critical political action The hustle is a puzzle each piece is a fraction And every word that's understood is a transaction I'm an S.P. soldier, microphone holder Rep Philly set from Bolivia to Boulder Paris, France to 10th & Tioga How we gonna make it through the dark, I show ya I tell you one lesson I learned If you want to be something in life You ain't gonna get it unless You give a little bit of sacrifice Ooohh, sometimes before you smile you got to cry You need a heart that's filled with music If you use it you can fly If you want to be high Listen, yo kick off your shoes, jump off the jock I fly higher than them dudes, from off your block My name Black, the style is unorthodox It tap chins in your mens 'til you thought could box A couple of people wanted Thought to stop, but guess what? My man grab the missile, plug for the gut Now next time beatty stop being such a glut I'm precise with it like Faheim with haircuts We up close on 'em with toast but no crust It's fructose on 'em they froze and won't bust Choke on your face you jewels is lacklust Got to put it to you straight, y'all fools is jacked up Came close to the upmost but no cigar Nose to the grindstone, head to the stars The number one runner with the number one drummer Grammy award winnin' it's the world's eighth wonder Come on I tell you one lesson I learned If you want to be something in life You ain't gonna get it unless You give a little bit of sacrifice Ooohh, sometimes before you smile you got to cry You need a heart that's filled with music If you use it you can fly If you want to be high Your first impression might be I'm a asshole Or say I'm sometimey and give people a hassle Or try to suntouch and put the heat in the capsule Dog I'm far deeper than that though; I get in the zone Recognize I'm a rolling stone No time to lollygag or lounge with scaliwags Give me the disc or I put it where your body at Old school spit flow laid over Trotter tracks With no apology fraud or trick-knowledgy Just trust, what I see and I say and follow me my way I read an open booklet inside me The star of the story that groove teller got me Through all the dark times part of the business The light be contingent on small forensics My microphone'll make a man a newborn infant It's true so the crew gon' sense it I get in the zone I tell you one lesson I learned If you want to be something in life You ain't gonna get it unless You give a little bit of sacrifice Ooohh, sometimes before you smile you got to cry You need a heart that's filled with music If you use it you can fly If you want to be high I tell you one lesson I learned If you want to be something in life You ain't gonna get it unless You give a little bit of sacrifice Ooohh, sometimes before you smile you got to cry You need a heart that's filled with music If you use it you can fly If you want to be high I tell you one lesson I learned If you want to be something in life You ain't gonna get it unless You give a little bit of sacrifice Ooohh, sometimes before you smile you got to cry You need a heart that's filled with music If you use it you can fly If you want to be high

gotta lotta walls

Dialed up his homie Murs on the telephone Gotta talk to somebody who can tell him what the hell is wrong Brain freezing up, he don't know what to do But the people that know him know that it ain't nothing new Catch five rings, then an answering machine Hang up on the beep, stare up towards the ceiling Stood up to remember that he slept fully-dressed So he grabbed his keys and put a hat on his rat's nest Stepped up to that big outside Somebody once said "Today's a good day to die." But he never really was a big fan of their work So he starts up the walk by kicking sand in the dirt A friend to the strangers, a stranger to friends He'll take a coffee and a pack of cigarettes when you have a minute Handle it. Paid up. The change, you keep it He's a sucker for the morning smile and summer cleavage If you knew him better he'd ask for some time Cause he's looking for a reservoir to empty his mind And there's only so much he can put in a song Gotta talk to somebody who can tell him what the hell is wrong And this house has gotta lotta walls But only very few mean anything to you And this house has gotta lotta walls But only very few mean anything to you And this house has gotta lotta walls But only very few mean anything to you And this house has gotta lotta walls But only very few mean anything to you No shock value to titillate Far from shallow, so get it straight Blacktop, sidewalk, and the street Cause life is priceless and talk is cheap And as he sits (as he sits) in his four-cornered room Following the tune, born to consume Carefully learning and analyzing the lyrics you use Finally realizing that humility is a bruise Scared love don't make none If these walls could speak, they would peep about the fake ones Watching this man, falling off of this plan- Underachievin' just so he can understand "What's up baby how you doing? I hate the sound of my own voice And I've been invited here to distract myself from the fact That I wrote all of this garbage" And this house has gotta lotta walls But only very few mean anything to you And this house has gotta lotta walls But only very few mean anything to you And this house has gotta lotta walls But only very few mean anything to you And this house has gotta lotta walls But only very few mean anything to you So, who did your tattoos? That's nice And who built your taboos? That's life If he had a glass pipe, he would smash it and use it to slash his wrists But someone already beat him to it He would fingerpaint you a picture with his blood A self-portrait, dramatic and morbid But the odds of you finding any appreciation are too slim- Keeps his outlook grim Tap his foot to the rhythm of original sin Throw his balls to the wind trying to knock down these pins He'll keep swinging from the hair above his chin Till he finds his soul in the fifty cent bin The price of the payphone escalates Fake smile when he takes home one of his dates He could write another hate-poem for you to break Or maybe stay calm and wait for that big earthquake Still surrounded by the fire and the water Still trying to honor this empire's daughter Still answering questions you're afraid to ask Still believing that God's gonna save his ass And this house has gotta lotta walls But only very few mean anything to you And this house has gotta lotta walls But only very few mean anything to you And this house has gotta lotta walls But only very few mean anything to you And this house has gotta lotta walls But only very few mean anything to you And if you knew him better, he would ask for some time Cause he's looking for a reservoir to empty his mind And there's only so much he can put in a song He's gotta talk to somebody who can tell him what the hell is wrong So... anyway, girl was like: "Motherfucker, you have a lot of walls, and you know, you don't like, show people shit." You don't mistake that You don't mistake that I just don't like these fuckers Haven't met too many motherfuckers I like You one of them I hope that's enough...

time for that

Yeah Do you think I’ll ever need you, love, more than you need me? Show me your true colors girl, I just want to see 'Cause I done had too many come around and change on me She screamin' please don't waste my time I say I totally agree See girl I'm fine with that I done gave my watches away, ain't got no time for that Askin' where's my heart, good luck findin' that How long could I see her round still think I'm timin' that Think I'm still timin' that Pretty teeth with a nice demeanor I'm in a rush, it was nice to meet ya Collared shirt, no elongated T's, cheaper to be yourself Ain't no wrong way to be, accomplished a lot Came from the block, ambitious in the trenches I got a long way to reach Sorry if I was offensive, but not at all You got to pardon me at times, okay problem solved When I hear the word can't take it like a challenge I don't understand why the hell I can't have it Help me understand why the hell I can't have it I was blessed with a swag and I ain't braggin' Insecurities get covered with designer fashion If I'm not intimidatin' tell me why you're bashful If you not feelin' what I'm sayin', sorry for the hassle But if you leavin' here with me it'll be fantastic Do you think I'll ever need you love more than you need me? Show me your true colors girl, I just want to see 'Cause I done had too many come around and change on me She screamin' please don't waste my time I say I totally agree See girl I'm fine with that I done gave my watches away, ain't got no time for that Askin' where's my heart, good luck findin' that How long could I see her round think I'm still timin' that Think I'm still timin' that Ain't no relaxin', they pillow fightin' on the sofa Not at all my main focus though I was hopin' Pull your hair, kiss it soft while you bendin' over After that we could shower and I could hold ya Havin' deep conversation and now you open Pretendin' that I was asleep while you on the phone Listen to you tell your girlfriend how I stroke it Only that it was a foot I already know it, mind blowin' Phone rang bout to go, is you rollin' Playin' poker no cards, throwin' hands exposin' Rest in peace Soulja Slim, slow motion Kicked out of everywhere, expulsion Do you think I'll ever need your love more than you need me? Show me your true colors girl, I just want to see 'Cause I done had too many come around and change on me She screamin' please don't waste my time I say I totally agree See girl I'm fine with that I done gave my watches away, ain't got no time for that Askin' where's my heart, good luck findin' that How long could I see her round think I'm still timin' that Think I'm still timin' that.

by any means

You can fuck my bitch, you can have my ho Get yours, get yours, get yours by any means You can smoke that kill, you can push that dope Get yours, get yours, get yours by any means You can steer that wheel, hit the gas and go Get yours, get yours, get yours by any means You can fuck my bitch, you can have my... I make a scene around me, hit the corner, heaven, hell I come from pimpin', bangin', baby momma rockin' yayo Was always Grandma's baby, moms always kept in veil I swear my cousin want me bangin', settin' Nigga fuck all that, tryna go my road I can take you back nigga, 'round '04 You can do clown dance, I'ma rob that store You can paint your face, I'ma kick down doors I'ma shoot my gun, I'ma free my locc I'ma sell her tongue, I'ma tan that coke I'ma dark my lungs, I'ma heal my soul I'ma stack my bread, I'ma cop that boat I'ma get them M's, I'ma whip that ghost You can fuck my bitch, you can have my ho Get yours, get yours, get yours by any means You can smoke that kill, you can push that dope Get yours, get yours, get yours by any means You can steer that wheel, hit the gas and go Get yours, get yours, get yours by any means You can fuck my bitch, you can have my... I make a scene around me, hit the corner, heaven, hell I come from pimpin', bangin', baby momma rockin' yayo 50 Crip, contraband for chips, sold all kinda shit You know we on, turned that white to stone, just don't call my phone From scrub to boss, shit my necklace gloss, plus my Bentley cost You poppin' pills, shit we sellin' pills, pussy sell in heels Her booty fat, fuck her gluteus max, I'm still that groovy cat Off 51st, yeah we pushin' work, all my pots is burnt My section turnt, see my soda rise, dimes be super sized Say yes to dope, cop that Enz and o You can fuck my bitch, you can have my ho Get yours, get yours, get yours by any means You can smoke that kill, you can push that dope Get yours, get yours, get yours by any means You can steer that wheel, hit the gas and go Get yours, get yours, get yours by any means You can fuck my bitch, you can have my I make a scene around me, hit the corner, heaven, hell I come from pimpin', bangin', baby momma rockin' yayo Was always Grandma's baby, moms always kept in veil I swear my cousin want me bangin', settin' You can fuck my bitch, you can have my ho You can fuck my bitch, you can have my ho You can fuck my bitch, you can have my ho You can fuck my bitch, you can have my....

playing with fire

(StreetRunner) So you've got so many diamonds You wear all the finest clothes And your grill is shining As you're driving down the streets of gold But you can't blame me If I set this stage on fire! Momma always told me I was crazy And my hoes say I'm amazing but I don't listen to a lady But the bitch say I'm hot, and I say "No bitch, I'm blazing" Like, what the fuck you expect? I'm a motherfucking Cajun I feel caged in my mind, it's like my flow doing time I goes crazy inside, but when it comes out it's fine Like wine; wait, watch... See? I get better with time like a watch Osh B'Gosh, Posh Spice husband Couldn't kick it like I kick it, bitch, I Kix it No cereal, like a landing, I sticks it Wherever she asks me, after she licks it That's too explicit, well why you listening? I smell smoke, and something's sizzling That's her pussy, so, hey, pussy—play with pussy or play pussy But you can't blame me If I set this stage on fire They say you're nobody till somebody kills you Well, where I'm from you're nobody till you kill somebody And you know what they say, when you great It's not murder, it's assassinate So assassinate me, bitch 'Cause I'm doing the same shit Martin Luther King did Checking in the same hotel, in the same suite, bitch Same balcony, like "Assassinate me, bitch!" It's Lil Tunechi I don't rap, I film movies With my rap, you could call me "Mr. Director's Chair," yeah, and that's a wrap Cut! On to the next Not the next scene, bitch, the next check Some say the X makes the sex 'spect So play with the pussy or play pussy So you've got so many diamonds (Hey pussy) You wear all the finest clothes (Lay pussy, do what I, say pussy And I say, I say, lay pussy) And your grill is shining (Lay pussy, lay pussy, haha, hey pussy) As you're driving down the streets of gold But you can't blame me If I set this stage on fire! (Hey pussy, don't play pussy Get 'em!) Straight off the corner of Apple and Eagle Braveheart, bitch, like the times are medieval Married to the game, divorced the cathedral Standing on the corner selling porcelain to people Forced into evil, it's all in your head It's all so cerebral, call me Knievel You follow and I lead you, straight to the needles The bottles, the battles, the beetles'll eat you Momma named Cita—I love you, Cita 'Member when your pussy second husband tried to beat ya? 'Member when I went into the kitchen, got the cleaver? He ain't give a fuck, I ain't give a fuck neither He could see the devil, see the devil in my features He could smell the ether, you can see Cita You can see the Cita, see the Cita in my features And she don't play, neither But you can't blame me If I set this stage on fire! C3, 3 peat

last call

Можете величать меня исчадьем ада Можете линчевать меня, мыча как стадо Но на мне нет печати зла, сгущать не надо Краски. Я счастлив, что я не раб мещанских взглядов Можете обличать меня, крича с экрана Можете исключать меня из ваших кланов Но вы же сами не без греха. Признай, что я был К несчастью таким же, как ты. Ша! Молчать и на пол! Сложней всего было найти тротил и запал И пронести на бал, фитиль был подозрительно мал Актовый зал, АК достал, с предохранителя снял Как удивится директриса, лишь увидев меня Одиннадцатый "А", не хотите мира - выйдет война Нет, я не маньяк, при чем здесь Чикатило, Битцевский парк? Терроризмом признанный акт - для других единственный шанс Естественный шаг - объявить обидчикам личный джихад Я терпеливо ждал, но что делать - мой класс - педики Жертвы маркетинга, масс-медиа и косметики Вы все в ответе за то несчастье, что сейчас светит вам Последний звонок, в шейный позвонок мой глаз метит вам! Захожу без шума и спецэффектов - им деться некуда Палю известной в школе сердцеедке в сердце метко: Прости золотая, но врачи тебя не залатают Нехуй рвать мои письма - толпа бежит из зала, тая Можете величать меня исчадьем ада Можете линчевать меня, мыча как стадо Но на мне нет печати зла, сгущать не надо Краски. Я счастлив, что я не раб мещанских взглядов Можете обличать меня, крича с экрана Можете исключать меня из ваших кланов Но вы же сами не без греха. Признай, что я был К несчастью таким же, как ты. Ша! Молчать и на пол! Шарики, ленты, рядышком двоечник и отличник Стонущий от боли обидчик - что может быть еще мелодичней? Те, кто свинцом не напичкан забаррикадировались в коридоре Я перезарядил, проверяю затвор И стреляю в упор. Иду гулять по школе Я не сатанист, не фанат металла, влом Быть таким. Их стволы - металлолом Не псих, не фрик, не играл давно за компом Так что не верь ментам, народ Жизнь, как игра в домино Всем важно одно - забить отпущенья козла Вы мне мученье доставили, но ваш час быть мишенью настал! Время замедляет свой бег Я не понимаю кто стреляет по мне Где-то падает дверь A la guerre comme а la guerre, Снайперы мелькают в окне Из меня что-то начинает течь Везде томатный кетчуп, мне обеспечена вечность В руке детонатор... Я просыпаюсь рывком, покрыт испариной лоб - Кошмар, а не сон, в кровати жарко - я шагаю во двор Спускаюсь в погреб,отпираю ржавый медный замок И собираю ствол АК - завтра последний звонок... Можете величать меня исчадьем ада Можете линчевать меня, мыча как стадо Но на мне нет печати зла, сгущать не надо Краски. Я счастлив, что я не раб мещанских взглядов Можете обличать меня, крича с экрана Можете исключать меня из ваших кланов Но вы же сами не без греха. Признай, что я был К несчастью таким же, как ты. Ша! Молчать и на пол! Спасибо Kaas'у, так что не смейте обвинять меня в плагиате Все сейчас на Одноклассниках, ВКонтакте Но далеко не все одноклассники в контакте Понимаете, о чем идет речь? Йее, Оксимирон. В Лондоне наконец-то солнце Альбом Twi$terBeatz, 2009

howl

If you could only see the beast you've made of me I held it in, but now it seems you've set it running free Screaming in the dark, I howl when we're apart Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to howl My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to Howl, howl Howl, howl Now there's no holding back, I'm making to attack My blood is singing with your voice, I want to pour it out The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallowed ground Like some child, possessed, the beast howls in my veins I want to find you, tear out all your tenderness Howl, howl Howl, howl Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers Starts so soft and sweet, and turns them to hunters (Hunters, hunters) (Hunters, hunters) (Hunters, hunters) (Hunters, hunters) The fabric of your flesh, pure as a wedding dress Until I wrap myself inside your arms, I cannot rest The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallowed ground And howl Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers Starts so soft and sweet, and turns them to hunters A man who's pure of heart and says his prayers by night May still become a wolf when the autumn moon is bright If you could only see the beast you've made of me I held it in, but now it seems you've set it running free The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallowed ground

down south

I know you from the Bronx Heard it's cold, it's like my heart Let me book ya a first class flight to Florida where it's hot I'ma take ya down south, show you what I'm rappin' 'bout Young niggas, 14, permanent golds in they mouth I be jumpin' on these beats, remember sleepin' on the couch Every nigga in these streets know about me, they can vouch I'm still wearin' Ree's like I'm still out here sellin' rock Like my Ree's, you gon' let me tie ya down or you not? When you wanna vacay? MIA is the spot Where you hop on jet skis, niggas ridin' on yachts Four wheelers, cuban links, niggas hoppin' out the drop Show ya 'round the Noya, Ugly Corner, 1800 Block Girl you motivate me, I been wonderin' lately And I was thinking, you and me I be smilin' baby when you call me baby You know how to drink me, make me weak Baby girl you special I'ma try my best to, give you enough effort in the week Am I bein' extra? Am I oversteppin' my boundaries? 'Cause girl you got me singin' I feel like I'm figulatin' I might switch my occupation and just open up a bakery 'Cause every night, we cakin' Girl you sweeter than Miss Allie I might eat ya like a pastry, and keep ya like my .380 Say I been trippin' lately I been in my feelings lately I ain't even been jiggin', while they stickin', we conversatin' I ain't been trickin' with these bitches even though you ain't my lady We ain't seal the deal but I'ma keep it real and be patient I'm runnin' with them Z's, remember dancin' with the devil You 26, but I'm 2613 forever Young rebel but I'm clever I don't get too sentimental Now I got you where I want you I know the spot like a freckle I know what it is now I know how I feel now I wanna build now, me with you Call me on the FaceTime Heard it through the grapevine, that I wanna plant my seed with you You gon' make me change my ways Postin' on my page, WCW I want you to be my main I don't want no one but you Girl you motivate me, I been wonderin' lately And I was thinking, you and me I be smilin' baby when you call me baby You know how to drink me, make me weak Baby girl you special I'ma try my best to, give you enough effort in the week Am I bein' extra? Am I oversteppin' my boundaries?

connected for life

I jump out the blocks like ready! set! go! Check all my traps and dodge the fed co I'm all about the mix like a fuckin collage And out the garage, is a Bentley Onage With the brains blowed out, so the sun's beamin I got the jackers drooling, and the hoes fiendin And since I'm Westside Connected got the streets on hype I got big deals, big skrill, big wheels, big pipes.. Twenty-inchers roll - go and get these hoes Picky hoes wanna roll with my niggaroles But be a freak about it, and I'mma see about it Speak about it, no bitch I'mma be about it Who want some of this, West running this Mack 10 with the playboy bunny bitch She's a dummy bitch - with a money pit? You broke ass niggas can't even stomach this What that connect like? Nigga like three time felon Six-double-0-west nigga selling rich Ru-bellin' Throw it up, hold it up, guns bust fo' fingers up Two twisted in the middle with the thumb cuffed Chevy Nash and dippin the ass and king of the zaggin Fo'-fo' mackin and coat taggin Dub the hood phtanom I'm in a blue phantom In front of the club and valet, do for talk and mack 'em trick What is it like, tossin' them hoes? And rollin' them fools on them vogues Flossin' them chains, we doin' big thangs And bustin' on punks at close range This the way us gangstas roll Sit back and watch as it unfolds Bitches and suckers stunt so cold This is the life we chose.. Dope money and rapping shit I'm all with it And all I know is the street so that's how I spit it Chickenhawk see a bird, then I gotta get it So if ya hood come up short, then I probably did it And if lil' momma thick then I gotta hit it The trojan gotta be a magnum for me to fit it If it was sherm on a stick then I probably lit it The red beam is on your wig so I probably split it To all them bitches that think they bootylicious I think they nutritious - I think they do dishes I'm makin three wishes, or takin' they pictures And spendin' they riches and fuckin' they bitches Ego maniac - little homies call me brainiac Ice Cube's an asshole and it ain't an act So take a hit of that - and remember that Where my motherfuckin niggas and my bitches at? Tree-i-ick! I'm Dub-C, the rider with the clique And like a dragon it's nathin' but fire when I spit And I can't shake these ghetto ways A street rich nigga eatin a bag of Lays And rubber bands and braids From the turf for the side, rings an ambulance Where we keep the pistols smoking just like Afghanistan It's gangsta the killa - the dope dealer Back for mo' figgas - so trick bow down and po' the liquor bitch It's plain to see, you can't change me Cause I'mma be "Connected for Life" Yeah!, West Connect gang for life Butch Cassidy, Mannie Fresh you a fool for this beat, boy Uh, uh, uh

they afraid of you

Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Chopsquad DJ on the beat so it's a banger I hope they love you like they say they do You gotta sit back and listen to what they say to you Tryna put on niggas but they betraying you Really they are some bitches and they afraid of you The devil shoot for the stars and it gon' aim at you Gotta play right with your cards to win a game or two I'll hit you when I depart, I just smoked a plane or two I just landed on Mars and I don't know what to do, yeah I'm on lean, I might blackout Shawty wanna show her ass out All black Wraith, got the guts out Pouring up lean 'til I pass out I got a whole lot of mugshots Too much money, can't count this guap Backseat with the bags out Rick Owens with the tags out Got a bad bitch with an ass shot 220, yeah, the dash out Raf Simons, hell you talkin' bout? Calvin Klein, hell you talkin' 'bout? Good Gosha, hell you talkin' 'bout? Undercover, hell you talkin' 'bout? Hermés, hell you talkin' 'bout? (Talkin' 'bout) I'm a lil' model, huh (Woah) You a Chanel lil' bitch (Yeah) I got the cash, lil' bitch, yeah We smoking that gas, lil' bitch, uh Ain't wasting no time, lil' bitch, yeah It's about to go down, lil' bitch, yeah I hope they love you like they say they do You gotta sit back and listen to what they say to you Tryna put on niggas but they betraying you Really they are some bitches and they afraid of you The devil shoot for the stars and it gon' aim at you Gotta play right with your cards to win a game or two I'll hit you when I depart, I just smoked a plane or two I just landed on Mars and I don't know what to do, yeah

mind on my money

I got my mind on my money and I'm not going away So keep on getting your paper Now behold it's your excellence C.I.T.C.O., forward slash president East side resident, it's oh so evident Brinx Billy ride cousin, black on black phantom, 26's on the side of em Ninas on the side of em, goonies on the side of em Anybody get it boy be careful on the side of them These niggas'll bury you, guns, no serial Money hungry honey with me when they holla she gonna carry you Flyer than a aerial, vehicle, gerital Sitting on my feet when I'm stuntin on them people I tell no fables everything tailored Fax machines, Office Max, see me for that paper You working with short bread, ain't my money long youngin' Bitch I'm bout trappin, more digits than a phone number Different time zones on em, kill them niggas lyrically Left side of my closet, look invaded by Italy Right side Paris, left side flagging, paper is my main chick, me and money married And that's all a nigga know bitch, that's why these brand new niggas on my old shit That's what I did I came up out the truck you what I'm mean I chuck my deuces like that's all I do like Young Money Nicki Minaj it's the ninja Harajuku barbie and all that Like nah mean all that we getting money you writing disses we getting money (yeaaaaa boiiiiii) Hit me my limousine, all in your magazine And when I come, them better lean like Promethazine Dem no seh Nicki nice, I'm bout' my money mama And tell Michelle, I got my eye on Barack Obama Tryna' get that Madonna. You know, Hannah Montana Could find me sitting' Indian style with the Dalai Lama Konichiwa I get my yen and I say sayonara I'm meditating, I'm in cahoots with a higher power Mind on my money mi-mi-mind on my money yo Mind on my money mi-mi-mind (Namu Myoho Renge Kyo) Mind on money aye, mind on my money babe How does this money taste? whining on moneys face You see the signs and the teachings If you ain't know well this is grinding season Now go and get your gangs signs, throw it up! Where all my niggas on them bikes? Throw it up We don't care what you say, we ain't going away My niggas bring the heat, it's not a summer day So find all my motherfuckin' money, my mind on my motherfuckin' money Ayo I speak foreign languages and shit but the language I speak is that money language (laughs) flipmode bitch Brinx I like how we do the brinx truck job on these niggas homey Time after time again I like niggas and Remind niggas how I hold out on motherfuckers Niggas out here fronting about they bread you can't trust it niggas my money so Stupid call me Warren Busta Buss nigga Glad it ain't a toss and everything about me butters I've been counting money so Long I see dollar signs and different colors My money is smear and smothered your money you hear me brother Been about that bread like I was broke or still in the gutter And in case you ain't know there will be no replacement and them bags of Arab Money I got stashed in the basement face it When ever I shine, I glisten and when ever I talk, you listen ain't no money Getting made in these street without my permission, I keeps it drug infested my Money is well connected, it's to the point my conglomerate is well respected you need to Check my method, I promise you I be the wrong nigga that's comes to my money t=That You ever want to mess with, grind like missionary labor, holding dignitary paper You already know my team is filled with consigliers We made you I don't give a fuck about your stipulation Type of bread appropriate for every situation You can tell by the jewelery sitting on my collar, from the bread to the crib, I know all about the dollar

definition

Hello, everybody. Recording live from somewhere Looooord... Lord have mercy Black Star All nice and decent crew This is timeless! C'mon! Follow me now, we say Say, Hi-Tek, yes, you're ruling hip-hop Put your hands up! C'mon, c'mon! Say, J. Rawls, yes, you're ruling hip-hop Put your hands up, everybody Redefinition, say, you're ruling hip-hop Put your hands up, c'mon Say, Black Star, come to rock it non— Yo, from the first to the last of it, delivery is passionate The whole and not the half of it, forecast and aftermath of it Projectile that them blasted with, accurate assassin shit Me and Kweli close like Bethlehem and Nazareth After this, you be pressing rewind on top your master disk Shining like an asterisk for all those that be gathering Connecting like a roundhouse from the townhouse to the tenements 'Cause all my Brooklyn residents, known as heavy regiments Don't believe, here the evidence—where Brooklyn? (WHOA!) See that? Bound to take it all, kid, believe that From where they sell they tree at, to where the police be at Talib Kweli, e-Kweli-ty, yo, tell 'em where we be at; Brooklyn, New York City, where they paint murals of Biggie In cash we trust, 'cause it's ghetto fabulous, life look pretty What a pity—blunts is still fifty cents, it's intense Tree scents is dominant, can't be covered with incense My presence felt; my name is Kweli from the Eternal Reflection People thinking MC is shorthand for misconception Let me meditate, set it straight, came to the conclusion That most of these cats is featherweight, let me demonstrate Walking the streets is like battling; be careful with your body You must know karate and think your soul is bulletproof like Sade Stop actin' like a bitch already, be a visionary And maybe you can see your name in the column of obituaries Third grade teacher reading and talking about, "I knew he'd amount to nothing." Neighbors like, "He was the quiet type, who'd have thought they was fronting?" Talking loud like you on RCA, get carted away with Body parts and trays, what a way to start your day, yo, it's like— One, two, three (C'mon!) Mos Def and Talib Kweli We came to rock it on to the tip-top (C'mon!) Best alliance in hip-hop, Y-O I said, one, two, three It's kind of dangerous to be a MC (C'mon!) They shot 2Pac and Biggie Too much violence in hip-hop, Y-O I said Manhattan keep on making it, Brooklyn keep on taking it So, relax, we're taking it back, Red Hook where we're living at Plenty cats be struggling not hustling and bubbling It ain't about production, then —what is we discussing? When the cock crows, my crop grows, enable me to rock flows Striving for perfection ever since I was a snot-nose Colossal! True, original b-boy apostle Standing on the rooftop with the Zulu Gestapo You think you the shit? Somebody in the wings'll force you to quit It could be your crew or clique or some random kid you smoked buddha with Consider me the entity within the industry without a history Of spitting the epitome of stupidity Living my life, expressing my liberty, it gotta be Done properly, my name is in the middle of equality People follow me, and other cats they hear 'em flow And assume I'm the real one with the lyrics like I'm Cyrano Still sipping wishing well water imported from Pluto Three hundred and sixty milliliters for all the believers In miles or kilometers, most cats, cannot precede us In the jungle with the leaders, we them lions, you the cheetahs Our cypher will complete us as we come through your receivers You can play us and repeat us and then take us home and read us (Line for line) Good Jesus! Mos Def and Kweli just Make a pussy freeze up; think it over, ease up One, two, three Mos Def and Talib Kweli We came to rock it on to the tip-top Best alliance in hip-hop, Y-O I said, one, two, three It's kind of dangerous to be an MC They shot 2Pac and Biggie Hold your head when the beat drop, Y-O

gravity

Baby, it's been a long time coming Such a long, long time And I can't stop running Such a long, long time Can you hear my heart beating? Can you hear that sound? 'Cause I can't help thinking And I won't stop now And then I looked up at the sun And I could see Oh, the way that gravity pulls on you and me And then I looked up at the sky And saw the sun And the way that gravity pushes on everyone On everyone Baby, when your wheels stop turning And you feel let down And it seems like troubles Have come all around I can hear your heart beating I can hear that sound But I can't help thinking And I won't look now And then I looked up at the sun And I could see Oh, the way that gravity pulls on you and me And then I looked up at the sky And saw the sun And the way that gravity pushes on everyone On everyone On everyone On everyone On everyone On everyone

money a do it

I will come creeping through your hood with that gun on my waist Tell me what's the procedure when that gun in your face We didn't come for no talkin we just out here gettin' money Out here fucking these hoes my youngins servin' them junkies I got partners that smoke, I got bitches that sniff I got killers and goons, and they all with the shit Send them boys to your home, if you play with my chips They gon' come in shoot them choppas bullet shoot through them bricks Come in shoot up your house, come and spray up your whip I need money, my nigga, save them games for your bitch Catch you out on the town, then you shit outta luck I don't play in Milwaukee, but I been bout my buck, hold up I see ya got some haters, yeah money a do it Shawty do some stands for some change, yeah a money do it If I want a nigga dead, yeah money a do it If I want it I'ma get it, I got money to do it I see ya got some haters, yeah money a do it Shawty do some stands for some change, yeah a money do it If I want a nigga dead, yeah money a do it If I want it I'ma get it, I got money to do it Take your bitch home then I'm all up in that pussy Old school pimpin' she ain't fuckin' with no rookie Juicy J be cooler than a fan on a ho Watch me take her out the club, and drop some bands on that ho (bandz a make her dance) Buy that bitch a bag, buy that bitch some beans I keep her caked up nigga that's a happy meal Full of codeine in my Styrofoam cup I can turn a church girl into a stone cold slut Bad red bone, puttin' on the show No, I'm not gon' wife her cuz she errbody ho Fuckin' with them broke niggas, so what is she thinkin'? Need to get your mind right, bitch, and come get these Franklins I see ya got some haters, yeah money a do it Shawty do some stands for some change, yeah a money do it If I want a nigga dead, yeah money a do it If I want it I'ma get it, I got money to do it I see ya got some haters, yeah money a do it Shawty do some stands for some change, yeah a money do it If I want a nigga dead, yeah money a do it If I want it I'ma get it, I got money to do it Fuck niggas don't want to go to war Got a AK and a snub nose Shut em up, he talkin' shit With a ski mask on, and I'm poppin' shit Kick in the door, and I leave em dead With a aim so precise, two shots to the head One for the money, two for the feds Lord forgive, but I mean what I said All in your house, and I'm looking for a dope Cuz I got to get paid or else no hope I’m Juicy J, throw with some Taylors' on a boat Best believe I'm a pimp, nigga ain't goin broke Ride in the car with a body in the trunk Three niggas deep, and we rollin' up a blunt Straight to Mississippi, sweatin' off a pilly Crazy as hell, you niggas gotta kill me You niggas don't, wanna die, chest out, and they acting hard Calico, and a 45, hollow tips, that pull apart Keep it G, my G Or you could meet your makers, body count stackin' I was in Jamaica, with alabis I be flyin' by bitin' down I'm flying high Hatin' ass niggas gotta die If they mad then I'ma let them try I could kick a door, or I could snatch a nigga My niggas ridin' with me, and they yellin' let's crack a nigga North Memphis fool strapped up with a tool Police pulled me over I'ma play it cool I ain't going to jail (no sir) I shoot and I run, that's how a nigga post bail

you drive me crazy

Baby, I'm so into you You got that something, what can I do? Baby, you spin me around, oh The earth is moving, but I can't feel the ground Every time you look at me My heart is jumping, it's easy to see Loving you means so much more More than anything I ever felt before You drive me crazy, I just can't sleep I'm so excited, I'm in too deep Whoa, crazy, but it feels alright Baby, thinking of you keeps me up all night Oh, oh Tell me you're so into me That I'm the only one you will see Tell me I'm not in the blue, oh That I'm not wasting my feelings on you Loving you means so much more More than anything I ever felt before You drive me crazy, I just can't sleep I'm so excited, I'm in too deep Whoa, crazy, but it feels alright Baby, thinking of you keeps me up all night Crazy, I just can't sleep I'm so excited, I'm in too deep Crazy, but it feels alright Every day and every night You drive me crazy (You drive me crazy, baby) I'm so excited, I'm in too deep Whoa, crazy (You make me feel alright) Baby, thinking of you keeps me up all night You drive me crazy (You drive me crazy, baby) Yeah, yeah Whoa, crazy, but it feels alright Baby, thinking of you keeps me up all night Baby, thinking of you keeps me up all night

everyday

I'm facing problems everyday I can’t solve 'em everyday They want the truth everyday I’m being honest everyday I wake up everyday Smoke this blunt everyday Go to work everyday To make a buck everyday This one for the boy who grew up Trying to feed his family everyday (Everyday, everyday, everyday) This one for the girl who’s feeling lost Because she's trying to find a way This verse is for my  People on the grind Going to sleep at 2 Clocking in at 9 Trying to go to school That's why you’re at the job Ask me what to do When you’re reaching for the stars Jump! Everybody scared of a little change Thats why I’m always looking out for the little things You should never be ashamed of a little fame Even Bill Gates back then had a little name I’m just saying Y’all know what it's like when them lights go off in the condo Need a break from the bullshit pronto Spend your last check on a trip to Chicago And see your favorite band on the stage again In your favorite shirt that you made for them They play the song and you sang with them Because music heals the soul And that moment's there so take it in Before you’re back in that place again In the uniform that you hate again Man this freedom for the world I'm facing problems everyday I can’t solve 'em everyday They want the truth everyday I’m being honest everyday I wake up everyday Smoke this blunt everyday Go to work everyday To make a buck everyday This one for the boy who grew up Trying to feed his family everyday (Everyday, everyday, everyday) This one for the girl who’s feeling lost Because she's trying to find a way (find a way, find a way, find a way) I can’t afford to go to jail Moms' putting their houses up for bail Court stressed me out Thinking I need a better route But all these hoes laugh when I’m ashy And them boys rob if I’m flashy And them older folks see my tattoos in their offices and low class me Man I don’t know what I’m suppose to do My family is not the Huxtables I’m just trying to keep my life together Without breaking all the rules So I say like five prayers everyday Until my sins wear away Let that smoke in meditate And just chill Thinking about better days No more late night belly aches Use this food for thought everyday So i will This one for the boy who grew up Trying to feed his family everyday (Everyday, everyday, everyday) This one for the girl who’s feeling lost Because she's trying to find a way (find a way, find a way, find a way) I'm facing problems everyday I can’t solve 'em everyday They want the truth everyday I’m being honest everyday I wake up everyday Smoke this blunt everyday Go to work everyday To make a buck everyday Daddy, you said you was gonna FaceTime me

ice cream freestyle

The kid is back uh , turn me up Cruz The revolution shall be televised This year it's all about us so fuck the other side Gotta get killed on camera for us to come alive Well shit we dead already from all this homicide In my cell hangin' from a rope Where you get less time for rape than for sellin' dope When you get the same time for dope then you do a murder Innocent 'til guilty, guilty the verdict Before you even started that Harley, no we ain't notice Cause we was goin' to war with ourselves over that coca And they was tryna hurt us, lock us so far in the mountains Couldn't get no service and our families couldn't service us Fightin' a silent war with a silencer Like racin' a Lamborghini with a Challenger And the feds gon' follow us Label us as terrorists and then they drop bombs on us And we turn to media, they lie to us Nobody really speakin' on them courtrooms that bodied us Labeled us as hooligans, we trappin' and we movin' it Kids barely eatin' at that table with that tuna fish Breakfast and lunchtime Mama ordered the noodle dish Dinner time I was on the corner, me and Lucifer Who you s'posed to call when the cops the ones shootin' you? Nobody Talked to the Shmurdas and I told 'em keep their head up And when you touch down, stay focused and get your bread up Cause when you're gettin' to it the people be gettin' fed up They buildin' brand new jails for us, don't make your bed up Use your head, dog, and beware Certain niggas just ain't good for you dont bring them near ya I'm young, black, and I get money, my swag serious America's worst nightmare, I'm what they're scared of Fresh back home, they had to sit me down I come back home, they talkin' Nicki now? I spit like a drummer that hold 50 rounds And for my walkthroughs it cost 60 pounds Of Sour D, Hollywood, I should be But that hood shit bring the hood out of me I be on the 'gram like I hit the lottery Buyin' every car, every house I see, tryna be A gangsta, I was tryna be a king You're tryna score a point, I was tryna get a ring Couple niggas got happy, heard I was in the bing 'Til they let me out my cell, I jumped right up in that sink Balenciaga red interior, they're inferior I made a couple milli in jail, I'm dead serious Monkey ass hoes like George and head curious Flow so wavy man I should've been an aquarius I'm talkin' to Hov on the jail call Get so many letters that they thinkin' it's mail fraud When I fell on the money they said that I fell off We got like, 6 mansions, 12 lofts 3 condos, any apartments? Hell naw Just all penthouses, nigga I've been 'bout it Gets in, gets out it, like it's a robbery I came up from the bottom and ain't no stoppin' me nigga

for the love of money

For the love of money For the love of money For the love of money It's beautiful outside Looks like it's raining money, mane It's beautiful outside Looks like it's raining money, mane Say "What's up" To the broke nigga at the rich party (Woo!) Who the fuck let this nigga in? Do it look like I give a fuck? Sorry (Yeah!) Looking at these hoes And they gold digger gorgeous tryna get me (Woo!) I run game on a bitch And one Mississippi, two Mississippi (Yeah!) Flint nigga in the spot 'til they pop one and the cops come like (Woo!) Mothafuckas own a shotgun Like a pop gun and they ready like (Yeah!) Civic good nigga I'm a Northside nigga 'til I'm gone (Woo!) Do it for the ones in the hood Like Connor gon' put the city on (Wait!) Fuck that shit, nigga, fuck that shit, go Live for my hood, look this for my block Ride for the hood, gotta spit it like Pac I ain't got shit but I still feel good Nigga can't take what a nigga don't got Go hard in the paint, you can tell 'em post up Homie in the hood like "Let me hold something" Your mans in the hood talking all that shit When they ran up on him lil' buddy froze up All they be talkin' but ain't saying nothing Niggas be talking that ain't what they want Ain't no fake shit around here Cause my nigga my city is really as real as the fuck I be killing this shit, I ain't giving a fuck You laugh at a bitch, she get hid in the trunk You think this sound crazy, that's how I grew up So this for my people who still in the cut Want that, need that Root of all evil, mane, oh (get it, get it, I said) I want that, need that Root of all evil, mane, oh Say "What's up" to the nigga Wearing all black at the white party (Woo!) And I'm looking like I don't give a fuck That's just how I get down nigga, sorry (Yeah!) And I'm looking like I don't play no games Nah, nigga don't try me (Woo!) Been that nigga that's spitting that Paid dues like a motherfuckin' hobby (Yeah!) If you're on that bullshit nigga Better fly that shit right by me (Woo!) Came from the bottom of this bitch And made it out of that shit and that's why we (Yeah!) On top of this motherfuckin' world Damn, look at that body (Woo!) She come along with the territories Turn around, move it for me (Yeah!) Bend it over, end of story Seems like chasing paper's what's important to you Got a relationship with that money But that bitch will never be faithful to you Even though I know she knows she crazy Please just let it go, seize, no saving you Ride, ride 'til the motherfuckin' wheels fall off in this bitch But we can do it for the love But I'm never stopping my poppin' These numbers don't lie, but your love is superficial It's the simple shit you need to pay attention to Want that, need that Root of all evil, mane, oh (get it, get, I said) I want that, need that Root of all evil, mane, oh It's beautiful outside Looks like it's raining money, mane It's beautiful outside Looks like it's raining money, mane Want that, need that Root of all evil, mane, oh (get it, get, I said) I want that, need that Root of all evil, mane

fireworks

(Ear Drummers!) Yeah, yeah Mike WiLL fuck with me Yeah, uh Yeah the flow is ice cold, but I'm a hot boy You out here fuckin' anything then you's a thot, boy (damn) What you call a dozen bricks? A bouquet, nigga (woo) Only trust them two letters, AK, nigga (boom) Yola whippin', I'm the chef, gourmet, nigga (Young) That Rollie lookin' like it's doin' ballet, nigga (dance) House six stories, nigga, that's a true story (story) Rafaela Cuban linkin', call me 2:40 Yeah I swear these thirsty bitches need to drink some water (water) I'm just tryna put a hundred mil' up for my daughter (daughter) Straight player, yeah I think I got that from my father (uh) Coupe don't cost a half a mil', dawg don't even bother Catch-catch me with the gang, gang, I'm gang affiliated (hey) If I want it, go get it, never hesitated (never hesitated, uh) I can stretch that 28 a long way, nigga (yeah) I can count these blue hundreds all day, nigga Big house, long hallways Got ten bathrooms, I could shit all day, nigga (all day, yeah) I'm the shit all day, nigga (all day, nigga) Yeah, poppin' shit all day, nigga Fireworks, big house, long hallways Got ten bathrooms, I could shit all day, nigga (all day, yeah) Whip the shit all day, nigga (all day, nigga) Yeah, whip the shit all day, nigga Whip it like a big booty bitch Like a cup of coffee with a spoon in it There's a pot of gold, no food in it Culinary arts, let the students in I'm the teacher, baby, Chef Tunechi in And I whip it hard if it come easy Whip it up like I'm Young Jeezy Free pussy and Free Meechie Big smoke got me deep breathin' Deep dick got her sweet dreamin' You ain't shit, you just pre-season You ain't lit, you just pre-heated Can't quit, I'ma keep leanin' Smoke gas, I'ma keep premium Green, green, and the money senior Dope man with a hundred needles No ass ever come between us Dirty cash, not a money cleaner Use the black card to split the coke Jungle fever, cheatin' on the Visa Speakin' of jungle, bitch work at Cheetahs Had stripes since my first Adidas Bought pints now I purchase liters Shark bite, I'm a person eater Walk light on the dirt beneath you I'm in the throne and you in the bleachers All day long, even on the weekends Get off my lawn, cuttin' on the sprinklers, yeah Big house, long hallways Got ten bathrooms, I could shit all day, nigga Yeah, I'm the shit all day, nigga Yeah, presidential suite or the penthouse Black skinny jeans, get the lint out Damn, I left my lint roller at your bitch's house That's his house She sent some nude pics for me to pick out The pussy fat and pink like a pig, I'ma pig out Yeah I'm Blood, but I got some cool Crips that I can send out Ain't no loose lips, take the cruise ship, ain't tryna swim out Brrrt, brrrt, that the money counter, let it print out Brrrt, brrrt, that's the Uzi, we call it big mouth Huh, I lost my mind but I'm still mastermindin' Tryna find the silver linin', found the platinum linin' Cut his head off, cut his arms off, look like Aphrodite Young Money all day, nigga, and mañana Yeah, big house, long hallways (okay) Got ten bathrooms, I could shit all day, nigga (all day, yeah) I'm the shit all day, nigga (all day, nigga) Yeah, poppin' shit all day, nigga Fireworks, big house, long hallways (yeah) Got ten bathrooms, I could shit all day, nigga Yeah, with your bitch all day, nigga (all day, nigga) Yeah, give her dick all day, that's how it works I store that cocaine on that gutta bitch Yeah, they can't check her left and right Ooh, my boo, yeah, no one's fuckin' with it Uh, I got 'em bathin' like they elephants Fireworks Give her dick all day, yeah that's how it works All day, nigga Coppin' shit all day, nigga, fireworks Mula Mula, baby

mia

Uh I be overseas, I be in L.A.   I be in the South, trappin' hard all day I'm from Pittsburgh, but I be in the Bay I be in New York, I be M.I.A.   I be in Chi-town where they quick to spray I be in Detroit where they gettin' paid I be overseas, I be in L.A. (hahahahaha) I be in New York, I be M.I.A.   If you know me, you know I'm 'bout my bread I count a hundred million dollars 'fore I go to bed I'm smoking OG, I'm drinking champagne I'm standing on the couch just throwing up my damn gang I'm out in A town, 'bout to go to Mansion My jewelry on so all my dogs is ready for the action I'm in my old school, my niggas ridin' new I'm in the Fountain Bleu like "What you tryin' to do?" I brought the whole thang so that's what I'ma smoke I spent the whole thang, I'm never going broke I'm rocking gold chains, I'm drinking 'til I croak Smokin' 'til I choke, my watch need a vote, oh I be overseas, I be in L.A. (hahahaha) I be in the South, trappin' hard all day (It's presidential, nigga) I'm from Pittsburgh, but I be in the Bay (Uh) I be in New York, I be M.I.A. (Yeah) I be in Chi-town where they quick to spray I be in Detroit where they gettin' paid I be overseas (Yes I am), I be in L.A.   I be in New York, I be M.I.A. (Check it out) On vacation weed in rotation Relaxation, trippy nation Chasing bands, model chicks Look like Sports Illustrated I'm getting high as a plane With no final destination On that gin, on that Hen And that lean intoxication (You know it) Rocking dollars, rocking gold Money tall like Manute Bol In a presidential suite With some Playmate centerfolds Niggas out here chasin' ass But they should be chasin' cash I be smoking 'til it's gone Juicy J don't waste no gas (Waste no gas) With her legs lift up (Oh) I thought it was a stick up (Oh) Should've seen them hoes that pick up Bands hard to lift up (Damn) Yellow diamonds look like a bumble bee (Uh) They call me the money tree (The money tree) All these bands on me, I can throw a jamboree I be overseas, I be in L.A.   I be in the South, trappin' hard all day I'm from Pittsburgh, but I be in the Bay I be in New York, I be M.I.A.   I be in Chi-town where they quick to spray I be in Detroit where they gettin' paid I be overseas, I be in L.A I be in New York, I be M.I.A.  

rien ne change

Alkpote, Néochrome S-Crew, L'entourage, un double neuf cinq Alpha Wann, moi même Feu' J'suis fons-dé dans la tête des pensées sombres Ouais j'suis fier de moi quand j'prend tes ronds J'compte pas être enterré au Panthéon J'me suis entraîné à t'planter l'front J'veux pas périr d'une putain d'pendaison Sous un ciel orageux, j'lève mon verre aux rageux Un diable à ma gauche et un ange à ma droite J'ai l'Paradis derrière, l'Enfer face à ouam Evites le troubles-fête les rabat-joie Les filles maladroites, j'écoute du Balavoine C'est Alkpote, Nekfeu et Alpha Wann On dépouille votre beuh comme à la douane Jeune padawan, prends garde à ouat Dans c'monde tu viens tu repars à poil Y'a pas d'lézard vert et pas d'chat noir Que des lames d'rasoir dans la mâchoire x2 Des blancs des beurs des noirs qui chantent A part les saisons tu vois c'qui change ? (Non non Non non) Le gent-ar je crois qu'il s'plante Faut qu'on s'réchauffe avant qu'nos corps refroidissent anh Quand j'ai vécu la vraie traîtrise le doute était long Mental de résistant, malgré les risques j'ai coupé les ponts A quoi bon s'entêter faut s’inquiéter d'la santé des tiens J'te parle des vrais pas ceux qui te sourient sans t'aider T'façon t'es dead si tu dédaignes l'honneur qu'tu détiens N'es pas peur des teignes même si tes malheurs déteignent Téma leur dégaine à 13 contre 1 ça tape des tête hein? Moi j'suis un lion rien à battre des valeurs des hyènes Tu pera les difficiles t'es un voyou qu'dans ta tête Je jette un caillou dans ta f'nêtre et j'mets ma pierre a l'édifice La société délaisse les gens au pire elle les divisent Moi j'compte péra les 10 piges qui suivent et pirater le fisc Fumer des cohiba cool, on mise sur quoi? sur l'avenir La vie est un jeu on y joue cash rien qu'on y va couz' On s'dissout pas en bas des escaliers j'regarde sous les jupes des filles Tu peux m'appeler Onizuka de l'Onibaku x2 Des blancs des beurs des noirs qui chantent A part les saisons tu vois c'qui change ? (Non non Non non) Le gent-ar je crois qu'il s'plante Faut qu'on s'réchauffe avant qu'nos corps refroidissent anh Narvalo parano une bombe dans mon sac à dos Rap crado à l'assaut des ondes mange des marshmallows J'avais 14 ans en 1995 aujourd'hui j'crame de la niak's Et j't'éclate le diaphragme quelques grammes de caviar Et on parle de mariage néochrome en partenariat du rap de mafia 2013 14 15 16, Alice au pays des merveilles Aziz au pays des merguez La folie qui m'a frappé ne porte pas de nom médical J'suis descendu en rappel de mon cordon ombilical En 95 zinc' j'avais 5 ans J'm'en souviens bien mon grand-père est mort douleur cinglante Je pense à lui quand j'me sens trop défaitiste Y'a une leçon dans chaque douleur même si y'a beaucoup d'effets tristes On a les boules et on fuck un tas d'Gaïsha Cliques sur la fan page de Phaal et Jonathan H x2 Des blancs des beurs des noirs qui chantent A part les saisons tu vois c'qui change ? (Non non Non non) Le gent-ar je crois qu'il s'plante Faut qu'on s'réchauffe avant qu'nos corps refroidissent anh Avant qu'nos corps refroidissent Alkpote, un double neuf cinq Nekfeu, Philly Flingue, et ça dit quoi enfoiré?

all the way gone

(Just me and you girl... Woaaahhhhhh) She leave her hair in the sink She leave her hair on the floor Her hair all over the bed, that make me love her more She wear a scarf, Louis V to be exact It's a wrap, messing up her wrap, blowing out her back Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front On my mama nigga, I be gone for months I come back (And it's still tight, I like when it's real tight) I'mma lick in circles now.. (Tell me what that feel like) Feels like when you try them red bottoms on It feels like the song cause we all the way gone.. Between me and you, do anything for old girl Like hit it in the morning, yeah, Cole World Baby you're the one You ain't gotta hit the club no more Cause we done did that Tryna find the one But you been looking for love in all the wrong places Every day's a movie, girl, you make the scene They gon keep on watching, give em something to see We gonna be all the way gone We gonna be all the way gone She call me all the time, I ain't no regular Joe I be staying at the Roosevelt more than Marilyn's ghost I met some bitches with Chuck, but I was wearing some Foams Shorty been fly forever, these bitches' parachutes broke TC's is on her person I'm aware that you know And you know the flow, they jack it, I'm apparently cold, you know Life's lemons is bitter, I need another fruit She know we can't elope, look at what honey do Straight G thing, double M G thing Weed they can't fuck with, I'm puffin A.C. Green When I peep in the public, bet I'm leaving with something And I'm so fly I make some homebodies ?? leave the luggage Shout out Donny Sublime Shout out Bobby on Hundreds Not too many is touching, double M G this summer The RED album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her I know Mario's on the hook, but I was playing Duck Hunt Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone Send him the voicemail cause we all the way gone And you ain't doing nothing wrong But killing the competition in that Cosabella thong Turn to the side, let me see them thighs Profile, damn I'm digging your style, we can start slow now Then speed it up, this playing in the background While I beat it up - I beat it up (Baby soon as we get home, it won't take us too long) (We gon make it to the bedroom, I like the guest room) (You can pick the next room) (Put the camera on the tripod, got me playing on your iPod) (I know you feeling me on my job: Director) Cut!

smokin that shit

"Why do you keep smoking that shit? Why will you keep smoking that shit? Why??? Why??? Why do you keep smoking that shit?" Aight, check it out yo, check it out yo I'mma flip yo, check it out - bust it I connect to spots like connect-the-dots From the Lower East Side, to way up top I got a map, too, express on the 6, I found you Where they got the raw dog smoke at Soundview Now, two nicks, damnit, do you understand? Sike! Nuff respect to the dread man or I'mma dead man I ain't no Fed man for the red hand It's just my Walkman with instructions from Redman Whomever I step to, remove the Phillie filter 'Cause I used to know this bitch and it killed her (That bitch is dead, yo) I'm smokin' that shit, 'cause I got a thousand jokes Like puttin' your moms in a yoke 'cause she broke some choke Bitch, you're blowin' up the spot, be out Yo, either get some dough, or get the fuck down South With your bitch-ass son, and tell him throw up his dukes So I can spend his lunch loot at noop noop Check it I do the hip, hop, the hibby, the hibby dibby Kurious the too-fly magician, never givin' These niggas a piece of my pie, 'cause, yo, my shit is fat Just like my pockets, your girl's titties is flat So, when the bitch slid in correct with the funk from her big bra I kindly reply, with a smile, "Aiyyo chill, hooooot damn" Uh, uh, uh, I'm so sorry, umm Eat your tits, 'cause them shits is from Somalia Check it out, on the one to the two It's some shit from the zoo, it's the C.M. (Crewwwww!) Not from the cocks but the blocks on the street or the goat With the 40s, the Glocks, the Philly and the smoke Just like George Bush is the type to drop bombs Jorge Kurious will smoke skunk wit'cha moms Throw a 50 yard pass, with a Afro pick To Steve, Earthquake, stop smokin' that shit I keep my gun out my holster, I'm wanted on the poster 'Cause I shot the sheriff and knocked the chip off my shoulder He tried to get cute, so Earthquake had to erase him And place him in America's Top Ten, like Casey Kasem I tracked him, an actor, with no sense of humor If you heard I fell off, nigga, it's only just a rumor So, step the fuck back, 'fore you get your shit cracked I had some Digable Planets, so now I'm fat like that 280 pounds of pure funk, and no junk I snatch a ho bitch up just like Dave did The Chipmunks Kid, I'm rough tough, strong enough to call your bluff Handcuff your wife up, while your bitch, give me a buff I do run run run, I do run the MC's The king of rap, you don't believe me? Believe these! Def rhymes on wax, don't call me, send a fax I slam hard like Anthrax, so turn it up to the max STOP! You're pinchin my nerves, with rap slurs I do my best herb, now it's time to get served So, suck my dick, I don't smoke that shit I don't want this shit, so you flip the script You know I'm on that shit - STOP SMOKIN THAT SHIT You know I'm on that shit - STOP SMOKIN THAT SHIT I'm always always on that shit - STOP SMOKIN THAT SHIT Yeah I'm on that shit - STOP SMOKIN THAT SHIT Stop smokin' that shit, 'fore you get killed You know the flavor, my man, so just chill Now, hold your head up and hold your head high Stop smokin' the dust, you just might die Relax your mainframe, the bolder gets paid And you won't have no motherfuckin' {​?}​ As you know, I'm on the microphone to let you all know That shit that you smoke will make you mad broke I don't give a fuck about you and your crew I'm not too lovesick, drink that brew I'm a Nancy Drew I don't solve mysteries, never wearin' Lees I got the motherfuckin' S.I. to be, where it seed So pack up, my man I went out of breath I got asthma on the side, take it on to the left So stop smokin' that shit my man And I'm out, see ya later, so kick the can I drink Colt 45 and talk in mad jive You know I stay alive, my niggas stay alive Easy on the smoke, I don't really feel like tokin' I gotta save some breath for this bitch I be strokin' Everyday, I make a nigga get fright Jealous-ass, pussy-ass nigga can't fight I'm in my new disguise, feedin' pigeons Ducks, any bird, and bond's my word (word is bond) I make gadgets, illy, ill toys that kill Sleep on me, you'll get a sleepin' pill Pin that nigga, down right on the mat (bang!) If you ain't my nigga, don't reach for no gat Slap, right to the head I'm blitzed to whip that ass, muerte style, dead Y'knahmsayin? SMOKIN THAT SHIT Yeah, c'mon - SMOKIN THAT SHIT You see a nigga you know - SMOKIN THAT SHIT My man you're cold - SMOKIN THAT SHIT Kurious Jorge I know you're not - SMOKIN THAT SHIT Zev Love what you doin? SMOKIN THAT SHIT Stop SMOKIN THAT SHIT, stop SMOKIN THAT SHIT Hahaha, smokin that motherfuckin shit! Word up, yeah yeah, smokin that shit Smokin that motherfuckin shit, you're motherfuckin right Put the fuckin pipe down!!

no radio

I'm more or less professional I'm perfection like Rolex Perpetual but I bet you don't got this necklace though This cross is so large it look like a set of referee hands calling a technical Shit --- This cross is so foul think I'mma call it Solar As a token to coming and taken over my self-control While I’m trying to overtake your estate While I’m flying on --- karma's involved there’s no escape My brother never beat a case He used to hit me from prison asking me to come perform there I told him I couldn't, that’d be a waste I'm not trying to berate the guards I might rhyme and really raise the bars There’s enough truth in me to set this whole penitentiary free anyway Now I’m about to spit at you a couple of completely rational things I’m just a kid with a passion in the back yard flipping on a mattress splashing in the rain Who happened to make it international Who made made a few enemies on his way to rap supremacy After he done captured your brain Somebody who’s sincerely driven by the spirit of lyricism Instead of gimmicks designed to get into some kind of capital gain I ain't never asked for fame I know niggas who rap who ain't rapping cause they chasing stats Well they bout that green like Franklin and Jackson Well I’m bout that green like St. Patrick’s And only stats I’m on is knowing I'll whoop all their asses In any and all weight classes I know fasho in my heart I already coordinate classics I just need y'all to correlate that wit Y'all settling for these throwaway corny swore away rappers Is like putting cat shit between two gourmet crackers, and the actual performers are onstage throwing spoiled eggs at ya Please, you deserve homemade mac and cheese, and that’s just the start I'd sell my album for 5 to a guy with only 10 dollars to his name before I will to a rich guy for 10,000 'Cause a guy who’s got less to spend now got to go into his heart just to make his investment into the art And that reminded me of myself at 19 in Harlem: I told wifey I would not be back unsigned and came back signed with a million dollars You looking in the eyes of an MC who clearly sees the climate shifting and the odds against me There’s no secret There’s no reason for me to go get more features I don’t need you to promote or support me I don’t need your beat I don’t need to force things We don’t need to speak more I don’t need to be out in the street more I don’t think I need to tweet more All I really need is these flows What do we know? All you really need to know about me is the quality dope Just because I’m kind of popular what ya tryin to bother me for? I ain't never came out and bothered none of y'all when ya’ll was partying with the Migos I ain’t gotta politic bitch - I’m a black star Ali Kweli Mos I’m a King Tech and Sway alumni nigga, Stretch and Bobbito Shout to Peter Rosenberg, shout my nigga Ebro Shout my nigga C tha God, shout to Yee tho Radio not for me, I see, it’s not about L-Y-R-I-C no more No more interviews I’m Ceeyo I ain't interested Nah, I'd rather kick it with and sit around and listen to that kid Stitches spit while I sniff an entire ki of coke Nah, I’d rather let Slim Jesus baptize my kids in a synagogue while I’m swinging in my vehicle Look my pedigree has officially been elevated to best flow-er That the mean I gotta step down in order to give a mortal direct orders I speak to the culture like Hova does Y'all beef and squash beef and then address make up Y'all speak to the culture like Boy George and Culture Club But y'all keeping me focused on dodging these vultures And you know what? I might even be the greatest artist in history Think about it - all these schemes These are not just fresh rhymes, sir These don't get thought of, these get conjured Then these are compounded in the Exxon and stockpiled until it's time to hop out of my complex mind and possibly create it or repeat it in concert These are my greater beliefs, too deep for you to rate or critique As far as the haters, it’s too late you done already made me a monster PRhyme is something you can thank me and Heron for Bad Meets Evil is something you can thank me, P and Denaun for Bar Exam is me saying thank you for being down for us I’m slam dunking that Book of Ryan my nigga, encore Me and Key Wane got something coming soon, it’s a mind blower The Lord looking down on me like shine boy

the london demo

Me-meet me at The London Ain't no bad time when you run one (Yeah) It'd make bank if you undo Better break it down to find you 6' 1", on the money 9' 2" Hand it down, hit me when you undo Hand it back, hit it when I knew I knew, I knew, yeah, I knew Yeah, circumnavigate the globe as the cash grows (Grow) Get a nigga whacked like you get the grass mowed (Mowed) I'm talkin' slick when I'm with the Big Slime, nigga (Slime) Could hit your bitch, you could never hit mine, nigga (Mine) In my DM, they electric slide, nigga (Huh, slide) No catfishin', this is not a fish fry, nigga Never switch sides on my dog Catch a contact, hitch a ride, go to Mars Everybody sing How could you come up out your face And say I ain't the hardest nigga you done ever heard? I left a flock of rappers dead and buried A verse from me is like 11 birds I did the math, it’s like two thousand dollars every word I'm on the verge, I'll beat the charge I killed some niggas and I walked away from it Then I observe, just how you curve Then told the nigga that they gotta wait for it "I know—I know you in high demand" I'm ballin' on a pussy nigga like Juwanna Mann I'm drownin' all inside the pussy like I never swam Ayy, fuck your IG, I put somethin' on your sonogram I'm the man, ayy, ayy Me-meet me at The London Ain't no bad time when you run one (Yeah) It'd make bank if you undo Better break it down to find you 6' 1", on the money 9' 2" Hand it down, hit me when you undo Hand it back, hit it when I knew I knew, I knew, yeah, I knew Pimp talk, church talk, I can make a brick walk (Woo) Up north, down south, Bankhead to Rachel Walk (Ayy) Hit it with a little water, stretch it like a vocal cord STD, I run my ward, fuck a fed and his daughter (Let's go) I'ma run the compound (Yeah) I supply the cigarettes and bread (Woo) I got a main and she gon' ride (Uh) She took a quarter and she fled (Uh) I'm in the Lamb, so she gon' ride (Yeah) I see the pain in shawty's light brown eyes (Ooh) I'm at The London with some big thighs No fries, she eat steaks with the fish sides Did your mama tell you when something on fire Stop, drop and roll? (Aw yeah) I've been on the road like a pair of spinners at Stop-N-Go's (Yeah) I could charge 'em like a Dodge Hemi Demon Got your broad in the garage eatin' semen Every time a nigga go back to the ward Niggas act like they want start And we leave them on the cement (Grra, grra!) Me-meet me at The London Ain't no bad time when you run one (Yeah) It'd make bank if you undo Better break it down to find you 6' 1", on the money 9' 2" Hand it down, hit me when you undo Hand it back, hit it when I knew I knew, I knew, yeah, I knew I, crash down, we get money (Hey) For the full town (Woah, when you won't play, I) I decided, for the full side (Hoes will say) And they know, I might (And fly, I...) Get down, might (Don't play) See the whole town every time, I... (Oh, every day) Yeah, they know what's up (Folks will say) ( on the beat) She jumped out with the breasts on ill I took tears, so I might sight-see it She jumped out with the breasts on ill I took tears, so I might sight-see it Me-meet me at The London (Ooh, ooh) Ain't no bad time when you run one (Ooh, ooh) It'd make bank if you undo (Ooh, ooh) Better break it down to find you (Ooh, ooh) 6' 1", on the money 9' 2" (Ooh, ooh) Hand it down, hit me when you undo (Ooh, ooh) Hand it back, hit it when I knew (Ooh, ooh) I knew, I knew, yeah, I knew

we outta here

Yah, yah, yah, yah (Ugh), yah, yah (Ayy) ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah (Uh-huh), yah Hoo, yah, gang, gang, gang, gang (Lil Boat) Yah, uh, yah, yah, yah (Du-du-du), yah Cuttin' off my old ho (Old ho) Catch it, just like Ocho (Ocho) Loaded, just like Loso Take it out, go loco Ice made bitches too nice (Too nice) Bentley coupe like white rice (White rice) Skrrt, he outta here (Gone) Seven grand just for the Cartier Yah, yah, yah (Gang) Got bitches like XO (XO) I’m more dog, no Petco (Petco) Boomin' just like Metro Hey (Yeah), hey, your boyfriend a maggot (Maggot) Probably is a- And his outfit tragic (Hah) Bankroll look like cabbage (Yuh) Bankroll look like- (roll) Bankroll look like cabbage (Uh) Fuck these hoes, they average Uh! Ayy, I got the Glock in the bag Ayy, I got the Glock with the du-du-du (Uh!) I got the beam, it's attached, ugh Aim at your wig get it snatched (Ayy) Minding my own business (Business) Flex big time, fitness (Ooh, bih) Gotta get rid of your witness (Skrrt, skrrt) Young nigga handle my business (Oooh) Front yard lookin’ like Forza (Forza) Bad bitch lookin' like Jorja (Oooh) Hit from the back, she call it torture I got them hips, hop, scorcher (Bih!) Fuck her one time, now that bitch cannot let go I'm with K Preme sparkin' gats at the Safeco Flip up the phone (Brr), Metro Suck on my balls (Skeet), Petco I'm like Capone with a chop SK with a stock, need me a hundred round They outta stock (Du-du) I want your bitch, she just- I'ma jump in it head first off the top (Hey) These niggas mad that I'm rich (Fuck 'em) F them, my bitch is my bitch My wrist is my wrist (Yeah, yeah) YSL robe when I go take a piss? (Bling) Ice in my teeth, when I smile see the glitz (Bling, bling) I got her pissed off, 21, I don’t drink Cristal (Skeet) I’m 'bout to cut the Bentaygas (Skeet, skeet) Park VIP at the playoffs (Lil Boat) Cuttin’ off my old ho (Old ho) Catch it, just like Ocho (Yeah, Ocho) Loaded, just like Loso (Mhm) Take it out, go loco (Yup) Ice made bitches too nice (Too nice) Bentley coupe like white rice (White rice) Skrrt, he outta here (Gone) Seven grand just for the Cartier (Yah) Yah, yah, yah (Gang) Got bitches like XO (XO) I'm more dog, no Petco (Petco) Boomin' just like Metro (Metro) Hey (Yeah), hey, your boyfriend a maggot (Maggot) Probably is a- And his outfit tragic (Hah) Bankroll look like cabbage (Yuh) Bankroll look like, roll (Yuh) Bankroll look like cabbage (Uh) Fuck these hoes they average (Huh) Uh! Ayy, I got the Glock in the bag Ayy, I got the Glock with the du-du-du (Uh!) I got the beam, it's attached, ugh Aim at your wig, get it snatched (Slimeball) Yo, double OG Big dog, young nigga paradise east (yeah) All them niggas, yeah, behind my back (Humble!) Say the word, you know the niggas is wack, wax (Frizzy) All these niggas rappin’ wax, wack (Yeah) All that bullshit you're sayin', wack (Huh?) You ain't gangsta and you know that's facts (What?) I'm a real gangster, nigga, know that, yeah Shoot a nigga straight in the head like a throwback You know I turn your head 'til you throw back (Ba-ba-ba-bow!) And I been kickin' shit for a long time Young nigga been gangsta from way back (Yeah) Takin' shit nigga from way back (Way back) AK-47, fallback (Fallback) You don't nigga wanna go down (Go down) Yeah, your bitch wanna go down (Yeah) Bring your bitches to the spot (The spot) Trap spot, yeah, the block stay hot (Stay hot) Big Glock, bitch, know it stay hot (Stay hot) Go two guns deep, that's for Pete (That's for Pete) Murder gang, bitch that's me (Bitch, on Blood) Double RP, yeah that me (Yeah) And I'm ridin' double R (Double R) Bet your bitch see the star (See the-) Cuttin' off my old ho (Old ho) Catch it, just like Ocho (Ocho) Loaded, just like Loso Take it out, go loco (Yeah) Ice made bitches too nice (Yeah) Bentley coupe like white rice (Bentley coupe) Skrrt, he outta here (Outta here) Seven grand just for the Cartier Yah, yah, yah (Gang) Got bitches like XO (XO) I'm more dog, no Petco (Petco) Boomin' just like Metro (Metro) Hey (Yeah), hey, your boyfriend a maggot (Maggot) Probably is a-

hate that you know me

I've been talking to strangers Acting like I'm a stranger Look like I've been up all night And you know what? I hate it I put my things into boxes Carry all of my old lies Rubber banded my past tight And you know what? I hate it Oo-oo-ooh Long way down You're such a heart attack But it feels like oo-oo-ooh Pressure points They pressure you right back Come on, think about it Sometimes I hate that you know me so well (so well) Sometimes I, I hate that you know me so well Some days I, I wish that I wasn't myself No luck! And I hate that you know me so well Washed the fear from my hands off Caught mistakes in the sidewalk Act like I've been up all night And you know what? I hate it So I keep talking about eighteen 'Cause I can't let go of the same dream Rubber banded my past tight And you know what? I hate it! Oo-oo-ooh Long way down You're such a heart attack But it feels like oo-oo-ooh Pressure points They pressure you right back Come on, think about it Sometimes I hate that you know me so well (so well) Sometimes I, I hate that you know me so well (and I hate ya) Some days I, I wish that I wasn't myself (No) No luck! (No) And I hate that you know me so well Sometimes (Sometimes) I hate that you know me so well (I hate that you know me) Sometimes (Sometimes) I hate that you know me so well Some days I, I wish that I wasn't myself (myself) No luck! (No!) And I hate that you know me so well And I hate that you know me so well (yeah) And I hate that you know me so well Sometimes I hate that you know me so well (so well) Sometimes I, I hate that you know me so well (and I hate ya) Some days I, I wish that I wasn't myself (No) No luck! (No) And I hate that you know me so well Sometimes (Sometimes) I hate that you know me so well (I hate that you know me) Sometimes (Sometimes) I hate that you know me so well Some days I, I wish that I wasn't myself (myself) No luck! And I hate that you know me so well

do it again put ya hands up

Roc-A-Fella.. y'all know what this is We givin' y'all five seconds to put your drink down And report to the dance floor immediately All the busters we givin' y'all five seconds to get close to a exit It's about to get real ugly in here Five seconds is up - let's go! (Throw the hands up) uh, uh, uh (Throw the hands up) niggas (Throw the hands up) bitches (Throw the hands up) busters (Throw the hands up) hustlers (Throw the hands up) hoes! (Throw the hands up) boasters (Throw the hands up) MAC You know how Mac come through on the club tip E'rybody real deep on that thug shit Cop Cris' spray the club on that thug shit Cop frisks suits snub in the club quick Told y'all real high, when I come you can try If you want, you can die, if you want to We hittin' whores on the floor, whole crew be wild Bitch back that ass up like Juvenile (huh) When my peeps come to spend, a dime apiece You know Mac come through with a line of freaks Every bitch on the hip be a 9 at least We gettin' head on the floor, while you grindin' freaks Whole squad get it down like this Whole squad buyin' rounds of Cris' Whole squad got they crowns on wrist Whole squad got a pound to twist Whole squad got a pound to spit, in case a clown wanna flip Mac never slip in the club Told y'all niggas four-fifth in the club If a nigga wanna draw then the blood it can drip in the club You know how niggas get in the club Shit you know how I be, all high in V.I.P Rollin' up to B.I.G. (baby-baby) Niggas be all liquored up, talkin' shit 'Til they man gotta come and pick 'em up Got bitches in the back bouncin' to "Jigga What" You got your hands up and I ain't even stick y'all up E'rybody get it up (Throw the hands up) E'rybody get it up (Throw the hands up) 12 AM on the way to the club (uh) 1 AM DJ made it erupt (uh-huh) 2 AM now I'm gettin' with her (what up?) 3 AM now I'm splittin' with her (splittin' with who?) 4 AM at the waffle house (waffle house) 5 AM now we at my house (uh) 6 AM I be diggin' her out (who?) 6:15 I be kickin' her out (what?) 7 AM I'ma call my friends (uh-huh) 12AM we gon' do it again We gon', we gon', we gon' do it again (We gon' do it again) By the way, yo.. How the fuck you gon' talk about MC's on our heel? When we just cop them things homie, the chromey wheels Both arms are chunky, the sleeves on chill Any given times a hundred G's in your grill Don't talk to me 'bout MC's got skills "He's alright, but he's not real" Jay-Z's that deal, with Sigs in the field Love affair for war, hug, squeeze that steel Fuck, you got a flow, that's cool with me You got a little dough, that's cool with me You got a little cars, little jewelries But none of y'all muh'fuckers could fool with me You know the wrist frostbit minus two degrees 'Bout as blue as the sea, the way I maneuver the V Hat cocked can't see his eyes, who could it be? With that new blue Yankee on, who but me? Niggas shipped two million, then I blew to three Then I skated to four, 'fore I went on tour I came back and it's plain, y'all niggas ain't rappin' the same Fuck the flow, y'all jackin' our slang I seen the same shit happen to Kane Three cuts in your eyebrows tryin' to wild out The game is ours, we'll never foul out Y'all just better hope we gracefully bow out Throw yo' hands up - niggas, bitches, busters Hustlers, fuck that! (Throw the hands up), c'mon 12 AM on the way to the club (uh huh) 1 AM bout to shake the butt (uh) 2 AM now I'm checkin' the mix (ah yeah) 3 AM now he buyin' me drinks (what you drinkin' on?) 4 AM exit the club (let's go) 5 AM think he gettin' some butt (that's right) 6 AM nigga still ain't bust (what?) 6:15 nigga will get up (uh) 7 AM gotta tell my friends (uh-huh) 12 AM I'ma do it again, uh, uh I'ma do it again 12 AM I'ma do it again (Uh-huh, uh, uh.. let's go) 12 AM on the way to the club 1 AM DJ made it a rub 2 AM now I'm gettin' with her 3 AM now I'm splittin' with her 4 AM at the waffle house 5 AM now we at my house 6 AM I be diggin' her out 6:15 I be kickin' her out 7 AM I'ma call my friends 12 AM we gon' do it again We gon', we gon', we gon' do it again Let's go

my love for you

My love for you... Is like a angel flying through the sky Like a bird in the winter and... Your love for me... Is so deep, and sorta like a black rose cracking the cement My love for you... Lives on like the memory of Aaliyah singing a last song Your love for me... I'll never die like a black child struggling the ghetto to survive My heart goes out to the beautiful woman that raised me 20 years after the wats riot early 80's Pops on drugs, moms couldn't take me in Had a daughter already said she was to young to feed another baby And shit got crazy, then 2 years came and went Baby's just growin' away, we can't even pay the rent No hot water, I reminisce tears running down my face as I hold my daughter You spent years by the fire place, I was in the garden every Sunday at the church Bible study at the cartends, I was hardhead Back then I was selling crack When your hard earned money paid for basketball practice Always at the game on time, yellin' at the coaches Wondering why your babyboy's sittin' on the pine Even though life gets hard sometimes, I keep my head up And I can make the sunshine in just one rhyme Walk with me In and outta lanes in that 57 Lincon continental, peddle to the floor Lookin' for the highway to Heaven, remember when your babyboy was 7 We had good times like I was Jay Jay and you was Fleur the Evans I should have listen to the Reverend, now I drain my pain in this 40 ounce And these born ass records, disrespectin' your house Livin' reckless, look at me, inside your jewelery box About to pawn your necklace, every night you were in the window, lookin' But what you do when your grandson's crooked, and he too old for whoopin' Used to tell me I was smarter than that, took me down to the Compton, swapt me Bought my first starter hat, pulled over raider jacket to match A pair of Levis, a number 8 Jordan's with the all black straps When you died my soul cracked, can I get a soul clap I'm walking without a heart, can somebody hold that? I got a lot of things I wanna ask the Lord Like why I can't see my grandmother face no more And why I can't seem to live without her And if I pray could He send her back to me one day Cause Heaven too crowded, everytime I think about it I'm missin' your smile, can barely cope My angel is gone, I'm heartbroke, drownin' in my own tears Somebody throw me a rope or spread my wings so I can fly I'm ready to die Might cry but I'm still a man, might be a man but I still cry Big mama, my angel in the sky If you wanna feel my pain, then close your eyes, hold your breath Now that's too close to death, open your eyes See the light now and if you love your grandmother like I love mine Go, tell her right now, I know how this might sound But my plan is to show you that I understand, you are appreciated!

believe

Ahhh Ahhh Lil Boat and Quavo I believe in you They told you you can't show them folks, you do Every bitch in the world posts us in their room But I fuck with lil' shorty 'cause she vacuum Suck me in the living room Look at the rocks Ice on my watch (yah!) When I'm on the block (block) I run from the cops (cops) Damn, did I forget to mention All these racks on me, playin' tennis Brought my name in the World Guiness Take them back to the beginnin' Take them back to the beginnin' Back before Lil Boat was winnin' Back before I had a million Back when I was car stealin' These niggas act like they feel me If I got caught slippin' on my soap I'm sure these niggas'd try to kill me She said, "How rich are you?" Yo, I'm filthy I perfect all my craft Shoot a nigga like Shaft I sell a million-dollar slab (M&M) Then put your bitch in a cab (bitch) Do a show out in Rio I just do it for the Migos First time I met a migo I walked away with a kilo (kilo) Got a brick, Shaq free throw Hit the pot with the people's elbow Never go out like Nino (ayy) I'm in the water like Nemo (ayy) Who that is with the mink on? (ayy) Look at my paper, Kinko's (ayy) Shoot at the block then reload Shoot at the block then reload Ball so hard, free throw Bitch curl like a Frito (yeah) Twenty bands, that's for every show (yeah) Got an Asian bitch, she loves egg rolls Got a Black bitch with an attitude When I tell her no, she just neck-rolls Got a big sack and it's so big Boy I swear to God I just can't fold I believe in you They told you you can't show them folks, you do Every bitch in the world posts us in their room But I fuck with lil' shorty 'cause she vacuum Suck me in the living room I believe in you They told you you can't show them folks, you do Every bitch in the world posts us in their room But I fuck with lil' shorty 'cause she vacuum Suck me in the living room She treat a nigga like a boss I call my shooter, take him off Hit the button on the nose Young nigga taking off (yep) Got a shotty sawed off (yep) I'm 'bout to fuck her jaws off (yep) Put your bitch on pause They call me Quavo J Crawl Middle finger to the law Did what it takes to be boss Did what it takes to be boss Ayy This for my niggas who don't ever take a loss This for my niggas locked up behind bars This for my niggas who need an extra push They hated me like Bush But I'ma still rise, woah And I put that on my guys R.I.P. to all my soldiers in the sky I believe in you They told you you can't show them folks, you do Every bitch in the world posts us in their room But I fuck with lil' shorty 'cause she vacuum Suck me in the living room I believe in you They told you you can't show them folks, you do Every bitch in the world posts us in their room But I fuck with lil' shorty 'cause she vacuum Suck me in the living room Ayy, drop my top on my foreign Ain't no phones, no recording Got my guap in the morning In that coupe, Jeff Gordon

wu banga 101

Yo, too advanced, Digi' stance, made the CD enhanced I move with the speed and strength of ants Identical in form with the Bees they swarm Hold up, the cold current appear warm My first verbal brawl, started on some yes yes y'all To the beat y'all, break your windshield, your jeep stall Mr. Traffic, dumbin' shit, from ecclesiastic Cashier, holdin' out, fine, cut off the plastic See the logo? A monument in Hip Hop Carved out, in the giant landscape, of broken rocks Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops Uncut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority stare Heard the Wu snare, while my iris cut down the glare Walk a road the great length you find too long to measure My Clan'll make me rhyme like D. Banner under pressure No surprise, double disc touched five Those elements, kept environments colonized With the high flyin' depth-defyin' flow like the Rebel Right there, but you're one light year, from my level Uh-huh.. yeah.. yo.. check it.. yo.. Bottles goin' off in the church, we broke the wine Slapped the pastor, didn't know Pop had asthma He pulled out his blue bible, change fell out his coat Three condoms, two dice, one bag of dope Oooh! Rev. ain't right, his church ain't right Deacon is a pimp, tell by his ice Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot Heard you got red tops out, and I want a lot" Shirley fainted dead on the spot Two ushers slipped eighty dollars right out the pot Oh shit! Egyptian, brown skin brown suede Timbs Masqueradin' X-rated throw blades, all occasions Round nozzle touchdown, Haagen-Dazs goggles White House Gucci flag on the roof, call us rock groups Mere intelligent, buy Neiman Marcus out No doubt, all we saw he bought, Lori mom's all blow Was simple, blamp instrumentals run camps the stamps get you The way we lamp, fans come and get you Play, fullback strapped like a fuck, war at The black, Carlo Gambino's stash house in Hackensack Pack capsules, Green Bay 'em lay 'em down like wax do It's all actual we build, like Crash Crew Coconut, incense, one sentence, aiyyo Control the holy flinch hit this, new whips Roman numerals, sun splash them niggas like, Tango and Cash Alcatraz cats roll out fast.. Wu thousand nuthin' but hardcore We tryin to get land riches and more Ghost put me on to it We just do it, floss or whatever Take care of the business, there's too many roughnecks Give two of these to Flex, tell him it's real rap like Ghost Had to beat niggas with toast 'Cause we got clientele, we lay it down flat Pulled out on y'all kid, now where your mans at? Fakin' the real like, "Damn I can't stand Cappa'" Then my wardrobe flooded the next chapter Y'all heard about us like we heard about you Bless the mic with reality, hit you with the virtue Calm down not tryin' to hurt you, burst through Fat shit, fatter than all y'all nigga’s outfits We the glitch like Y2K Catch the ball when it drop, guns pop, y'all have a nice day "Doctor Kanabuta, Iron Man, he is invincible His remarkable armor is supreme!" Yo, sometimes I'm liable to spaz and break fool Grab my gun, select one, snatch son Put the barrel by his face, blast one by his eardrum Piss run, you drop thinkin' you're shot Screamin' like a bitch, kicks to your face Shots to the body that shake like the bass I'm Ghostfaced up, military style down Nuff ammunitions of rounds across the chest Skip to the intro, rap through post Smashed a fresh ball of wax Caesar Flashy penthouse that overlooks the vista Wally Moc' half tied, swimmin' trunks Three chunks of ice sit in Johnny Walker for advice Catch the moment, fundraiser at will, work with the homeless Polish diamond edge, Flintstone shit, sealed in a comb pick Carefully, swing the B seven series Christmas lights Too bright, Ghost is comin' y'all fix the mirrors Relax like pudding, confidence strangle my man couldn't Exile he no longer in the hood Bless the kid that max the most Me I turn a wedding into hoax Roses tied to bombs on posts On commercial breaks, piss in the apple juice Rasta nigga rock the big do's Jiffy Pop it's only chant Wu

wassup

Clams Casino, A$AP (Wassup) See me in the hood the gangstas saying wassup (Wassup) Back once again, sipping Henn, mixed with juice and gin Bitches in, couple lady friends countin' Benjamins Spinners spin, on the 20-twins that Mercedes-Benz Dividends made a change of plans well that all depends Shout-out my parolees and I smoke that OG Kush mothafuck the police, all my niggas rock gold teeth So hood and we so street, sipping on that codeine We hustle hard no sleep, your bitch loose that's no leash I ain't talking 'bout no money, I ain't talking 'bout no cars Talking 'bout no diamonds cause that shit is a façade Times is really hard, I fucked a couple broads Smoked some purple out the jars, let me tell you who we are I be that pretty mothafucka', Harlem's what I'm repping Tell 'em quit the bitching, we gon' make it in a second Pretty mothafucka', Harlem's what I'm repping Tell 'em quit the bitching we gon' make it in a second See me in the hood the gangstas saying wassup (Wassup) Pretty nigga in some shit you never hear of Only thing bigger than my ego is my mirror Yeah, clothes getting weirder Money get longer, pretty nigga pin your hair up The nerve of this dude But I'm cool as a fan, 40 ounce full of brew I be that pretty mothafucka', Harlem's what I'm repping Tell 'em quit the bitching, we gon' make it in a second Pretty mothafucka', Harlem's what I'm repping Tell 'em quit the bitching we gon' make it in a second See me in the hood the gangstas saying wassup (Wassup)

rockets

Cookie bag flavor, that's my fragrance (Types of cookie) What's the point of cuffin' hoes? They ain't faithful (What's the point?) Ghostride the Wraith, 'Rari just for racin' (Skrrt, Rolls or the 'Rari) I can't wait 'cause I ain't got patience (I'm sorry) And my bitch is bad, I can't do no basics (She bad, bad) Travel 'round the world, leaving traces (Yeah, whew) At the show, they rage, it's outrageous (Huh? Rage) They be throwing shade, they so shady (Rich) You a punk (You a punk), don't touch my cup (Don't touch my cup) Ice it up, she wan' fuck (She wan' fuck), huh You goin' out sad today (Sad) She might get a bag today (Might get a bag) Ooh, I just might break the safe (Safe) I just matte-blacked the Wraith (Skrrt) It was just me and Take' (Take') Was a whole lot of cash to make (To make) I'm in the club with a rocket (Rocket) The racks are stuffed in my pocket (Racks) In my new coupe (Skrrt), it's a new boot Mixin' the Cookie with Sherbet Too many diamonds, I'm making 'em nervous (Ice) Got my cash right (Right) We sip Act' right (Act') Niggas still hatin' (Hatin') Thought I wouldn't make it (Woah) Call up the plug, he waiting (Plug, he waitin') Cookie bag got it stankin' (Stankin') Rich nigga, I was patient (Patient) Bitches all different flavors (Huh?) Cookie bag flavor, that's my fragrance (Types of cookie) What's the point of cuffin' hoes? They ain't faithful (What's the point?) Ghostride the Wraith, 'Rari just for racin' (Skrrt, Rolls or the 'Rari) I can't wait 'cause I ain't got patience (I'm sorry) And my bitch is bad, I can't do no basics (She bad, bad) Travel 'round the world, leaving traces (Whew) At the show, they rage, it's outrageous (Rage) They be throwing shade, they so shady (Shade) I don't smoke no OG, bitch, I'm only smoking Cookies (Cookies) Threw twenty bands at a random bitch at Tootsies (Thirty) No, I'm not your baby daddy, I just pop like fifteen Xannies (Ooh) Sip a pint, now I'm happy, side bitch from Cincinnati (Goddamn) Woke up, pop a bean (Ooh), that's my everyday routine (Yeah) On a PJ, sipping lean (Huh?), smokin' dope with Charlie Sheen (Woo) Ugly hoes can't hang with us (No), no, we do not pay to fuck That bitch look like a crackhead that sniff angel dust Ooh, I just woke up in a Bentley coupe (Huh?) Ooh, I know that she wanna fuck the crew Like damn, Lil Pump just gave your daughter a Xan' (Ooh) Like damn, fuck her so good that I broke her back (Damn) Cookie bag flavor, that's my fragrance (Types of cookie) What's the point of cuffin' hoes? They ain't faithful (What's the point?) Ghostride the Wraith, 'Rari just for racin' (Skrrt, Rolls or the 'Rari) I can't wait 'cause I ain't got patience (I'm sorry) And my bitch is bad, I can't do no basics (She bad, bad) Travel 'round the world, leaving traces (Whew) At the show, they rage, it's outrageous (Rage) They be throwing shade, they so shady (Shade)

old me

So alone Count the money while my lonely (Money while my lonely) I ain't really fucking with the police (I ain't really fucking with the police) And you know I keep it on me (And you know I keep it on me) I ain't really fucking with the- I ain't really fucking with the po-lice Enviyon on the mix She told me she in love with the old me But I don't love the old me In the fourth quarter balling like Kobe I'm super clutch just like Ginóbili Time is money so I went and got a rollie New girl looking like a trophy She do the cocaine till her nose bleed (Nose bleed, nose bleed) And she don't even know me I've been balling while you sitting in the nose bleeds 911, I don't fuck with police Niggas claim they know me when they don't know me Say you a real nigga, better show me I don't fuck with no one (Ayy) Brother locked up, told you that's that Akon I got AKs spilling like I'm Osam, ayy Pop a Xan then I forgot, ayy I forgot to remember her name Life is a picture I guess I got my hand in the frame (Hand in the frame) I forgot to remember her name Life is a picture and I got all my hands in the frame She told me she in love with the old me But I don't love the old me In the fourth quarter balling like Kobe I'm super clutch just like Ginóbili Time is money so I went and got a rollie New girl looking like a trophy She do the cocaine till her nose bleed (Nose bleed, nose bleed) And she don't even know me (And she don't know me, know me) They sing the right songs they just hit the wrong notes Remember old days when I had my heart broke And now I'm in the stu' and I love to spit dope Brought brother in the trap and he love to fix dope These niggas never change I could never fix broke (Fix broke) I run up on his ass, get the shooter Rambo (Rambo) I know some niggas brazy, they run like Elmo (Like Elmo) I'm sticking to the money like I got velcro You say you getting money but I know it's hell no You don't got no Adidas but I give you shell toes I'm balling like Shaquille I'ma throw an elbow You don't get no birds like a fucking scarecrow She told me she in love with the old me But I don't love the old me In the fourth quarter balling like Kobe I'm super clutch just like Ginóbili Time is money so I went and got a rollie New girl looking like a trophy She do the cocaine till her nose bleed (Nose bleed, nose bleed) And she don't even know me (And she don't even know me, know me) I don't love the old me Balling like Kobe Ginóbili

piss test remix

Fuck a P.O Fuck a piss test Fuck a P.O Fuck a piss test Fuck a P.O Fuck a piss test Been gettin' trippy since I was born and I ain't dead yet My main partner on life parole He don't give a fuck, every night we roll Big blunts, big guns, so that first mother fucker that like to go No curfew, fuck 9 o' clock, you can't see the time on this shiny watch Matters fact it's time to rock and it looks like my time is stuck Cause it's so frozen, I'm so cold Slow it down, I'm so throwed Oh oh those P.O's be poppin' up any time of day Violate, that's 90 days Violate, this nine will spray Either one is not a good look Matters fact, get a good look I'm getting money, fuck a piss test Left the club and I piss Moët You should keep your bitch in check, before I drop my top while she givin' neck I'm in Detroit with that iron Pack the heat more like a Lion You would say that I'm lying Pack them guns everywhere we flying Weed, shrooms, LSD Even got that Keenan Ivory E pills for the feel Sleeping pills for nighty nighty Her vagina tighty I lick all over, flip off all over, then I climb insidey Shit I'm smoking be so potent I'm floating out my body Watch her, kiss her, liquor, then lick her This liquor, I'm slizzard, my nigga My life is like basketball Run, shoot, and stealing This bitch I'm with so wet she should come equipped with gills Trippy is as trippy does Acid drops up in my cup Biggest blunt of that super skunk It's the gold fang wearing zombie Sour diesel blowing Leopard flag hanging out my pocket while I'm floating Zombies juicy, a-trizze, we trippy fuck a piss test What you know about that, hash oil potent oil Mix it up got my brain all stuck, I'm trippy though if you ain't know When I'm on LSD, all the tongues, speaking tongues got her freaking out So what you know about this, candy flipping we be the shit 500 degrees in here, stay burning up weed, fuck them C's Thats no release, we high time'n, you little leaves smoking bush weed No comparing nothing the same, nothing compared to the blood in my veins All the shit I get tamed, smoking that dank, mary be mine, look at the time Enter the league of divine , eyes on the prize after the skye Fuck my p.o and your p.o, smoke it like its legal Zombie give me brain, suck me join that trippy train! One thing about El Product These fucks gotta put into their brain is Pain by the pound been the model for millennia Fucko, never been sane or benevolent, no Get the hole in your face plate stucco’d Rode in to the frame on an elephant, scoundrel Talking that road house throat grip spin in to a pirouette Dope sick gunner with a numb heart pounding Spit a mint leaf dosage, dosed in the most utmost potent Oh shit, walk to the most hounding sounding Little fish in an ocean of piss Get twisted and tangled and mangled on principal Your whole squadron’ll kitty cat scream when I alf ‘em, down ‘em, eat ‘em up, ralph ‘em How come outcomes, even in the best bets placed are debased When a veteran BK bent to the bone chip start to get a notion to smoke shit, focus Motherfuck a P.O., C.O, C.E.O and any other minion of the long armed evil With a habit of a tight grip chokin’, hoping the masses are broken Shits about to get real trippy, lets go kids

broken pieces

Reminiscing on a younger love Blowing kisses to me through the window of the bus Daddy told you that I was dangerous But I couldn't stop hustling, even if he asked me Fast forward now we're grown-ups But how could I forget that loving you was such a rush Our future could've been different But lets just say I wouldn't stop hustling even when you asked me But you knew me well, you knew I had a love on a different scale Heavy as the heavens, you could tell I'm different now but I still carry her with me still It takes a strong young man to survive out here Carrying the pieces of two hearts All the broken pieces of two hearts Used to have a backpack full of that work Now I got a backpack full of this hurt And the broken pieces of two hearts All the broken pieces of two hearts It's getting heavier

shooting stars

We need to stop killin’ these rappers The body bags are pilin’ up, the feds are gonna catch us When they smell the dank, they’ll be sendin’ for back up Then I’m on the run, fixed gear, peddlin’ backwards Suicide, it's a suicide PE, we got these niggas running like suicides Spittin’ old school raps like Puma Clyde’s Killuminati flow, right here is where the truth lies No blonde hair or blue eyes I ain’t getting blinded by this world, I’m too wise Roger that, we wavy like shark attacks And stocking caps and Don King, no boxing match They said I was too fat for spittin’ So I took it back, came with that boom bap appearance Shit is from my lyrics, come and hear it in my spirit And I plan to leave the game before my child can come and hear it From grade school We been trained in that trade, fool That’s why I handle Pro Tools, like trade school Precision in rhyme, made cuts like a blade jewels Christian in ‘93, heard me kicking in the womb Cradle robbing, and made it entitled until we common My ancestry foul, so I’m following my forefathers Polishing my classic shit Archaeologists, just bury me in the land of kings, where my father rest Damn son, we shining over the trees They fell from these seeds something like our grandsons And when it comes to flows, pro’s got 'em in the bag Taking over the field like pollen in a draft Scarecrow niggas quick to stick you in the back Cash bring Judas and Brutus out, beware yo Damn homie, this that shit for your soul Pro’s, been running underground like the railroad The man in the mirror couldn't stop me I'm a shooting star Homie your top speed is mach 3 Shooting stars Hopping rooftops with Jakk and Pow P Just don't let the cops see Don’t let the cops see

scriptures

Ayy, thick white bitch, Iggy Bust on her back, Ricky Only tote Glocks, I'm picky We'll make niggas get out of the city Ay, hurt my thumb loadin' the K Turned to a opp, they lead him astray You know when I'm talking them killers obey Like, "Go put that young nigga head on display" Free my niggas, it ain't gon' be long They ain't forget who ain't pick up the phone Keep tryna diss me, he tryna get known The corner gon' know you when we take your soul I run with murderers, killers Bitch get wet, rivers Then get cut off, scissors I speak the truth, scriptures Big chopstick got wood, splinters Don't see in the mirror that's a mixture Got richer and bought me a Richard I still give my hitman your picture (Go get him) These niggas broke, we fixed You can shoot at my hoe but you know you gon' miss (Try it) Look at these VVS, how these bitches hit My wrist dripping like I done slitted this bitch Jet on the way to Dominico Lil' bitch threw me off, too much Silicon (Word) I bought the whip with the ceiling gone (Ceiling gone) Countin' dead faces in the living room (In the living room) Ten bedrooms but I live alone (Live alone) Chops in this bitch, I ain't here alone If I'm beefing with him, his family should cherish they time 'Cause he won't be here long Y'all been beefing for a year long (Y'all niggas playing) Ain't nobody died yet? (Nobody died yet?) I don't know what would happen if a nigga snatch my chain 'Cause ain't nobody tried that I run with murderers, killers Bitch get wet, rivers Then get cut off, scissors I speak the truth, scriptures Big chopstick got wood, splinters Don't see in the mirror that's a mixture Got richer and bought me a Richard I still give my hitman your picture (Go get him)

i no longer fear the razor guarding my heel iii

I just can't seem to get my feet on the ground Get buck, get buck Murder, murder, murder, murder on me mind Murder, murder on me mind Get buck, get buck Murder, murder, murder, murder on me mind Murder, murder on me mind Get buck, get buck Murder, murder, murder, murder on me mind Murder, murder on me mind Still depressed, still misunderstood Still popping pills, popping seals, smoking Backwoods Still smoke a Swisher if you got it with you Everybody wants me sober, but I'm not a quitter I say the less you know the better, that West Bank fire-setter $uicide dream team, it's that codeine fiend Hellbound is what I'm deemed, surrounded by crime scenes Only peace that I know is sleep or to be deceased, shit I can't call it anymore, get more depressed when I'm on tour Wake up in the middle of a war Wake up wishin' that I was a fucking corpse, fuck I just can't seem to get my feet on the ground Get buck, get buck Murder, murder, murder, murder on me mind Murder, murder on me mind I just can't seem to get my feet on the ground Get buck, get buck Murder, murder, murder, murder on me mind Murder, murder on me mind Yeah, now if we got a problem, then we got a problem I don't give a fuck, I can't even see that far at the bottom My cousin toxic, and I'm rotten This ain't an option, I was opting out responsibility Turn a new leaf and get it poppin', yuh Pull up on they fucking ass, all they do is fuckin' ask "Can I flash you with the gas?" And so I pull up on they ass, then I ask "Want to catch the gat's blast?" It's always back to back ($uicide, $uicide, $uicide, $uiciiiide) Used to calm my depression, used to call it my progression Used to make me less upset, and— ($uicide, $uicide, $uicide, $uiciiiide!) Now causes all my depression Oh, my love— She said... Sold out shows, but I don't believe in souls So I doubt these shows gonna leave me feelin' whole A couple blunts, I blow, and now I'm idolized, a role model That'll get 'em to get me to model clothes I'd rather snort up Roxys 'till that dope bottle rattles Nope, I'm not about to tackle yet another problem I'll have to put this one at the bottom I feel like fucking Sodom and Gomorrah, but life is sweet Another black petal fallin' down right at my fucking feet Another flower rotten, a bouquet of efforts Sour scents are haunting my defeat (Sold out funeral, no live nation fee) Captivate a hunnid-thousand people, still me and the reaper meet A hunnid-thousand want to meet you, I hope they'll let me be Damn, I'm about to bust a cap up in these trizzick's crest I'm thinkin' deadly, and I'm scopin' with that infrared Kickin' with the hardest click, nigga bodies rottin' up in the ditches Man, what's a bone when my tone hits like a ton of brizzicks? I'm able to paint a picture most people can't even see Basquiat mixed with Monet when that heron in me Self-critic that's speakin' in cryptic, defying the laws of physics Let me be specific, sadistic, mister pessimistic $lickity $loth, the motherfucker they call the antichrist Used to dream of fans chanting, screaming that "$uicide" Now I get on Instagram, and they posting my personal life I promise it's not what it seems, climb up just to fall down a stream Drag me to the river The richer I get, the worse my liver gets No strippers on my zipper Still in my room, keep it dark as I can Remember scrapin' up change just for cigarettes Immortalized $uicide, no, they won't forget Damn, I'm about to bust a cap up in these trizzick's crest I'm thinkin' deadly, and I'm scopin' with that infrared Kickin' with the hardest click, nigga bodies rottin' up in the ditches Man, what's a bone when my tone hits like a ton of brizzicks? Damn, I'ma— Yeah nigga, yeah nigga, I got gold teeth, nigga Yeah nigga, yeah nigga, I got gold teeth, nigga Yeah nigga, yeah nigga, I got gold teeth, nigga Yeah nigga, yeah nigga, I got gold teeth, nigga Yeah nigga, yeah nigga, I got gold teeth, nigga Yeah nigga, yeah nigga, I got gold teeth, nigga Yeah nigga, yeah nigga, I got gold teeth, nigga Yeah nigga, yeah nigga, I got gold teeth, nigga Yeah playa, yeah playa, all my teeth gold Damn playa, damn playa, I still can't sleep though Yeah playa, yeah playa, I be that sheep eater Wolf creeper, but disguised as the grim reaper Sad playa, sad playa, I be that sad playa Damn playa, damn playa, thought you was money making? Yeah playa, yeah playa, don't change that, I'm forsaken Grey playa, third Razor, laugh at you bitches hatin' Yeah playa, yeah playa, my pupils dilatin' Dope shot up in my veins, I'm feeling nauseated Lawbreaker, lawbreaker, I'm tryna feel alive Make sure my teeth gold when I'm filled up with formaldehyde $uicide Yeah nigga, yeah nigga, I got gold teeth, nigga Yeah nigga, yeah nigga, I got gold teeth, nigga Yeah nigga, yeah nigga, I got gold teeth, nigga Yeah nigga, yeah nigga, I got gold teeth, nigga Used to be called a bunch of things before they called me $now Leopard I froze up and shivered off the shards of cold weather with no effort Leather belt around my throat feels so better than the rope I had before The results are the same, but now I'm comfy when I go I got hoes that burn their wrist with the blunt they rolled for me And now I'm always stoned, always home alone In the back of the Benz, I got my squad, I know But I only see them on the road And the rest, I know just wanna use you (They always wanna use you) Snakes in my face, yeah, I think I'm Medusa Polo pajamas with the pockets ripped, the red, white and blue ones That's why I'm always losin' money, but don't let that confuse you 'Cause now I got a mouth full of gold, but baby, I'm still a loser Yeah nigga, yeah nigga, I got gold teeth, nigga Yeah nigga, yeah nigga, I got gold teeth, nigga Yeah nigga, yeah nigga, I got gold teeth, nigga Yeah nigga, yeah nigga, I got gold teeth, nigga Yeah nigga, yeah nigga, I got gold teeth, nigga Yeah nigga, yeah nigga, I got gold teeth

life support

I've been sleeping with the lights on Cause the darkness is surrounding you This is my world, this is my choice And you're the drug that gets me through I've been waiting for an answer Because I built this bed for two I'm just hanging on your answer I built this bed for me and you Can't you see that I am yours? So will you be my life support? You're my life support You're my life support Sick of waking up in darkness When the sky is always painted blue There's a method to my madness It’s clear that you don’t have a clue I've been waiting for an answer Because I built this bed for two I'm just hanging on your answer I built this bed for me and you Can't you see that I am yours? So will you be my life support? You're my life support You're my life support Can't you see that I am yours? So will you be my life support? I've been sleeping with the lights on Cause the darkness is surrounding you

30 hours

Baby lion goes Where the islands go You say you never saw this comin', well you're not alone Million dollar renovations to a happy home My ex says she gave me the best years of her life I saw a recent picture of her, I guess she was right I wake up, assessin' the damages Checkin' MediaTakeOut Pictures of me drunk walkin' out with a bitch But it's blurry enough to get the fake out I wake up, all veggies no eggs I hit the gym, all chest no legs Yep, then I made myself a smoothie Yeah, then me and wifey make a movie Chicago - St. Louis, St. Louis to Chicago Ándale, ándale E.I, E.I, uh-oh You had me drivin' far enough to switch the time zone You was the best of all time at the time though Yeah, you wasn't mine though But I still drove 30 hours And I, I still drove 30 hours to you, yeah I remember rappin' for Jay and Cam Young producer just trying to get his flows off I remember being nervous to do Victoria's Secret 'Til I pictured everybody with they clothes off Expedition was Eddie Bauer edition I'm drivin' with no winter tires in December Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, like a private school for women Then I get there and all the Popeye's is finished, girl You don't love me, you just pretendin' I need a happy beginnin', middle and endin' Chicago, St. Louis, St. Louis to Chicago It's gettin' hot in here, that's all that I know Got a hotel room, three stars for you You call down for an omelet, girl, it's 5 in the morning You realize we at the DoubleTree, not the Aria Only thing open is Waffle House, girl, don't start with me I used the Western Union for you like it's no prob' 'Cause you was in college complainin' 'bout it's no jobs But you were suckin' a nigga dick the whole time Well, I guess a blowjob's better than no job And I drove back 30 hours Where the main ties onto the sail Better on sighting For astern, oh 3 Stacks, can you help me out? 30 hours Yeah, this type of shit you just ride out to 30 hours 30 hours I just be like, it was my idea to have an open relationship Now a nigga mad Now I'm 'bout to drive 90 miles like Matt Barnes to kill... 30 hours Just to kill.. Just to... Just to... I'm about to drive 90 90 miles like Matt Barnes just to whoop a nigga ass It was my idea and now a nigga (30 hours) Now a nigga mad, now a nigga, uh A stunna Whoop him after school just to show I got class Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh Duh-duh with you, yeah (30 hours) You know what I'm sayin'? Drop some shit like that Ayy, ayy woop him after school just to 30 hours Whoop him after school just to show I got class Uh, 3 Stacks 30 hours Just ride out to that Check it out: this the bonus track, this the bonus 30 hours My favorite albums used to have like bonus joints like this That's why they kick it off like this Yeah, just did that Madison Square Garden 30 hours Had to put the flyest nigga on this shit, ayy, ayy The pyramids shall rise 30 hours Look at these ultralight beams flowin' For all the moms, the dads, the kids, the families that shared this moment with us Let's rock out for 'bout 30 hours You know, ayy, you know Ayy, you know, ayy, you know 30 hours Whole design team, Yeezy team, music team Remember when the whole block'd get shout out? This my version of a shout-out track 30 hours Let that mothafucka rock, let that, let that, yeah To my brother Yasiin, holding it down in Africa 30 hours To my family: thank you for holding me down The media be acting like 30 hours That's Gabe calling Yo Gabe I'm just doing a... I'm just doing an adlib track right now What's up? 30 hours 30 hours

angels

Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang I'm the dope mane, bitches sniffing cocaine All my young niggas know that they could always Call me, call me, call me (Always, always) Call me, call me, call me (Always, always) Call me, call me, call me (Always, always) Call me, call me, call me (If you see me trouble, bitch) They call me young drug dealer, they call me young thug nigga 24 karats my slugs glitter, 24 years old worth a couple million Shouts out to my cuz niggas, finna let it fly for my blood niggas Middle finger up to you fuck niggas, if you a trill nigga, then fuck with us Nigga dash like a speed of a bullet With a pistol on him prolly wouldn't even pull it Heart made of pudding mean mugging with a hoodie like what's goodie Trying to be the mothafucka that you couldn't knowing you Down to let it fly when I shouldn't All my young niggas they gon' rep it to the fullest Tell a fuck nigga “be you”, fuck tough be cool All the young niggas in my crew, they down to let it fly For a nigga like me, young nigga like me (They let it fly) For a nigga like me, young nigga like me (They let it fly) For a nigga like me, young nigga like me (They let it fly) For a nigga like me, jiggy young nigga like me (Flex!) Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang Niggas got rips in they jeans man I started that Hood By Air, man I started that Niggas claim they the God of black Well your name is purple I'm the God of that Gave you my back nigga pardon that Fuck that shit I brought mobbing back I brought robbin' back, I brought the Garden back Motherfuck black land I brought Harlem back Rolling in my Benzo, hoes on the curb a couple of friends Rolling down my window, yo what's the word, fuck it get in Ride 'round with these bimbos, she gave head to my kinfolk Shout outs my connect though, keep a watch out for them Winslows 'Cause the boys' gon' creep, D-boys gon' serve Hoes gon' skeet and the V gone swerve I'ma get by while the world gon' turn I'ma get mine like you gon' get yours Niggas do the least when the piece got nerve Niggas in the streets when the heat got burned I'll tell a nigga “be you”, fuck tough be cool Couple young niggas down with my crew who be down to let it fly For a nigga like me, young nigga like me (They let it fly) For a nigga like me, young nigga like me (They let it fly) For a nigga like me, young nigga like me (They let it fly) For a nigga like me, jiggy young nigga like me (Flex!) Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang

saliva

Great balls of fire Guess who just crawled out the muck or mire That could make you trust a motherfuckin' liar A real shuck n' jiver Vaughn never been a duck-'n'-diver He spit on the mic, yuck—saliva Hold it like a drunk driver hold a CB on a sharp turn Still clutchin' his chest from the heartburn What's your handle? I need a Zantac, ock And thanks before I blank into anyphylactic shock Rock the disco Chocolate on a crisco ho Cock diesel And still tell a joke like Joe Piscopo Tell em the basics Basically, break the Matrix And just for kicks, make em gel like Asics That's why they actin standoffish Eat the beat by hand like canned raw crawfish Can you please pass the cocktail sauce? You might as well know, hell is hot as hell boss Tell my hoss He said broads call me Vaughny I make sure I throws em back if they's too scrawny Or boney, phony MCs use a stand-in Leave him hangin like if I ain't know where his hands been Hussy, how bout we bloody up your just for me Bust a knee Then go finish study, a plush degree True victory, a new sick story I never met a chick that was too thick for me Holy Moses, my old earth know me closest On how I played the back and stayed bent like scoliosis It's no puzzle You can ask Doc Zizmor The slow guzzle got your nizzle crooked like Biz's jaw Drink like a fishy, she wish she was a Pisces Live since back when 25 cents Icees Used to turn your tongue the color red Now they want to fill ya full of lead What the fuck that young fella said? What kid? It's Vaughn the red blooded Do yourself a favor or come on, get head butted Yoke him if he run I'll be there in a jiffy son With the flame suppressor like off the 151 Quit your bitchin, or get *BLAUW* in your babble-box Punishment for dry snitchin', so now eat this Travel Fox You'll be aight once it pass through your yellow belly Only thing he said was, "Can you please pass the jelly?" Homo say what? Like a promo play the cut On the late night, before you touch the mic, get your weight right A lot of crews like to act like a violent mob They really need to just shut the fuck up like Silent Bob Either that or get smoked like hickory Should squash the beef and go wash their teeth quickly Know the stee, write a rhyme like a mystery And sign it on the bottom in calligraphy, "Your nigga, V"

coming from

Believe me when I say Before light, there was dark Where you going, where you going? Where you going, where you going? Where you going? If I don't know where I'm coming from Where would I go? If I don't know where I'm coming from Where would I go? If I don't know where I'm coming from Where would I go? If I don't know where I'm coming from Where would I go? Places that I've have been, things that I have seen What you call a nightmare, are what I have as dreams Bad as that may seem, I know it's only gonna get worse Love, or a slug, which one am I gonna get first? My journey's been a rough one, I'm not sure when it begins But the way it's looking, I kind of know when it's gonna end Hold me down baby, it's gon' be a rough ride Niggas give us plenty of room, 'cause I guess enough died Let me travel, 'cause my intentions are to travel in peace Fuck around I lay you down, you hit the gravel and cease I could be a beast, or I could be a gentleman But if you ain't my dog, you gonna be like "Oh, it's him again" Niggas will never win, this whole rap game is mine Hot as you ever been, I was that in '89 Seek and you shall find, look within and you will know Where you coming from, and where you gotta go Come on! If I don't know where I'm coming from Where would I go? If I don't know where I'm coming from Where would I go? -Gotta keep it real with me If I don't know where I'm coming from Where would I go? -So the hell with you If I don't know where I'm coming from Where would I go? -I think I'm going to the top Me and DMX I will spend mad time in one spot, plottin' my next move Tryna figure out - why is it, that X do what X do Some questions go unanswered (why?), that's what I'm afraid of Sometimes I can't show, but I know what I'm made of They made love, or should I say they made lust Bound, there didn't have to be love there, but they made us I got quite a few sisters, I was the only boy But bein' with my dog, was my only joy Like a kid with a new toy, I forgot about the grime Escaped the misery, didn't think about the crime Lost all track of time, was in another world Everybody knew Earl, but there was another Earl Lighter side of the dark, fight in the park but wouldn't wanna Stayed and fought, but when they jumped me, became a good runner One by one they all went under, so I had the last laugh They all thought it all was a joke; I had the last laugh Ha ha ha ha ha ha Come on! If I don't know where I'm coming from -If I don't know, I don't know Where would I go? -Where would I go? If I don't know where I'm coming from Where would I go? -Where we going, where we going, where we going? If I don't know where I'm coming from -Where I'm going Where would I go? -But I know where I'm going If I don't know where I'm coming from -Do you know, do you know Where would I go? -I go, I go I feel the ghost from within, comin' back to haunt me Stay lovin' my peoples, even though they don't want me When I was bad, I was forgotten, like I was dead and rotten Should've been gettin' love, but instead was plottin' Shit wasn't right, and it was all blamed on me Didn't know that I was special 'til this rap shit came to be Gave me a way out, showed me it was better to teach Than bust niggas with the 4-4, leave 'em dead in the streets Over beef that was worth less, than the cost of the slugs that I bought to kill them And that's because I thought I ought to kill 'em Little did I know, death wasn't right Didn't always show every breath was a life It was to be captured in suspended animation To be felt by all, understood by every nation What's the sense of hatin', when I can show love What's the sense of fakin', when I can show blood Now what's the moral to this story? Come on! If I don't know where I'm coming from Where would I go? -Where would I go? If I don't know where I'm coming from -If I don't know, I don't know Where would I go? If I don't know where I'm coming from -I don't know Where would I go? -But I know where I'm coming from If I don't know where I'm coming from -Do you know where you're coming from? Where would I go? Yonkers is where we grew Trials we got through On top is where we'll stay 'Til the end, as long as we'll pray On Hot97 ya hear DMX all through the year

hangover

I remember back in high school Always been that nigga, been the nigga with the nice moves, yeah, yeah, yeah Never hung with the nice dudes Hung out with them niggas, robbing niggas for they shoes, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah All my niggas went to night school, dumb as fuck Whippin' in the kitchen like a chemist, gettin' they money up 10, 20s, 50s and them 100s, yeah, yeah I think I'm good for the summer, yeah, yeah I just wanna let the top down and just ride Feeling good, tryna live my life I've been grindin' all year Got the hammer right here, if a nigga try I'm so for real, this time Let your candy rain on me, babe Don't fuck it up it's on me, babe If you fuck it up it's all on me, babe And let's slip and let's slide, oh yeah And if we sip, we can't drive (yeah) So you gon' have to stay over (yeah) And wait out this hangover (yeah, yeah) Wait out this hangover Don't be embarrassed And don't be scared to show that thing I love what you wearing, don't know who made it PYT, you that pretty young thing Girl, I ain't no Casanova But I'ma give you everything you want But you just can't be Another baby mama blowing up my phone, no, no Baby girl, don't you do that, don't be nosy (no) Don't be lookin' through my phone, lookin' for them hoes 'cause you know me (no) Don't be acting boujee in the coach seats (woo) Don't be a hater, throwin' them stones from the nose bleeds (what?) You gotta live life, do it, do it (do it, do it) Go and get a cheque, do it, do it (do it, do it) All this hate I'm getting used to it (yeah, yeah) We the leaders of the new school, it ain't shit that I can't do I'm so for real, this time Let your candy rain on me, babe (baby) Don't fuck it up it's on me, babe (me, baby) If you fuck it up it's all on me, babe (me, baby) And let's slip and let's slide, oh yeah And if we sip, we can't drive (yeah) So you gon' have to stay over (yeah) And wait out this hangover (yeah, yeah) Wait out this hangover You gotta stay over, oh wee, oh Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, don't leave (no) 'Cause it's a party after the party, you gon' see She told me she ain't never fuck a nigga like me I hit her from the back, pull up with the stick Now she on the dick, pull out all her tracks Cameras takin' pics, shit we lit I'm so for real, this time Let your candy rain on me, babe (on me, baby) Don't fuck it up it's on me, babe (me, baby) If you fuck it up it's all on me, babe (all on me, baby) Baby, and let's slip and let's slide, oh yeah And if we sip, we can't drive (yeah) So you gon' have to stay over (yeah) And wait out this hangover (yeah, yeah) Wait out this hangover (ooh)

young rich niggas no label 2

Migo! (Migo we winnin', winnin') QC! (Migo we winnin', winnin',) (Migo we did it, did it) This is, what it is; Young Rich Nigga YRN This is, what it is; Young Rich Nigga YRN This is, what it is; Young Rich Nigga YRN This is, what it is; Young Rich Nigga Now when everybody see us they say: Now look at that young nigga pipe down everytime you see him Now look at that young nigga can't catch him with no new friends Now look at that young nigga he ain't get many hoes way back in the day Now look at that young nigga can't keep these hoes up out his face Just now warming up, might pull up in an armored truck With a hundred blue million bucks I told you brah, that we so dangerous, yo niggas ain't the same as us I gotta thank God for the blessing Pocket salad, extra dressing He always got a nigga flexing Know that I have to get the Smith & Wesson If you wanted to ball You gotta run with it and score a touchdown If you wanna be a rap artist Gotta take over your town (the city!) If you wanna be a dope dealer Gotta be moving a pound (Ew! Gas!) Young nigga just stay focused (If you did it) You can be rich right now (rich!) This is, what it is; Young Rich Nigga YRN This is, what it is; Young Rich Nigga YRN This is, what it is; Young Rich Nigga YRN This is, what it is; Young Rich Nigga Now when everybody see us they say: Now look at that young nigga pipe down everytime you see him Now look at that young nigga can't catch him with no new friends Now look at that young nigga he ain't gave me the whole way back in the day Now look at that young nigga can't keep these hoes up out his face I'm richer than Richie, now all my bitches they miss me I was broke I remember I stashed it away in my memory I know niggas that envy me, jealousy Wondering how did I get rich with these felonies God keep on telling me; 'Please just focus!' I came from roaches to Lotus They hung my brother like posters The Lord he told me I'm chosen Now all my jewelry is golden Sipping on purple potion, take away all the emotions (Lean!) Christian Louboutins, I'm not running from my emotions This is, what it is; Young Rich Nigga YRN This is, what it is; Young Rich Nigga YRN This is, what it is; Young Rich Nigga YRN This is, what it is; Young Rich Nigga Now when everybody see us they say: Now look at that young nigga pipe down everytime you see him Now look at that young nigga can't catch him with no new friends Now look at that young nigga he ain't gave me the whole way back in the day Now look at that young nigga can't keep these hoes up out his face Unfortunate, ya'll fuck niggas can't fuck with us Hundred gas bags in the monster truck Usain Bolt, I'ma run it up Real street nigga that love to hustle, came from the gutta My nigga be flexing, pressing I'm fucking that bitch that you texting You stressin? (Haha) We just sitting in here counting cash, trying not to laugh All of these presidents, OG gas Sipping on Actavis out the glass Hundreds older than the ThunderCats What would you do, if you found out that your face card wasn't approved Ain't no money getting extorted Look at that what these streets will do This is, what it is; Young Rich Nigga YRN This is, what it is; Young Rich Nigga YRN This is, what it is; Young Rich Nigga YRN This is, what it is; Young Rich Nigga Now when everybody see us they say: Now look at that young nigga pipe down everytime you see him Now look at that young nigga can't catch him with no new friends Now look at that young nigga he ain't gave me the whole way back in the day Now look at that young nigga can't keep these hoes up out his face

americano

I met a girl in East LA In floral shorts as sweet as May She sang in eights in two Barrio chords We fell in love But not in court La la la la la la la La la la la la la la La la la la la la la La la la la la la la La la la la la la la La la la la la la la I don't, I don't... Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, America Americano Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, America Americano Mis canciones son de la revolución Mi corazón me duele por mi generación If you love me, we can marry on the West Coast On a Wednesday, En un verano o en agosto I don't speak your I don't speak your languagono (La la la la la la la) I don't speak your (Don't speak your) I don't speak your (Won't speak your) Jesús Cristo (La la la la la la la) Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, America Americano Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, America Americano I will fight for, I have fought for how I love you (La la la la la la la) I have cried for, I will die for how I care (La la la la la la la) In the mountains, las campanas, están sonando (La la la la la la la) Todos los chicos (Chicas), y los chicos (Chicas) Se están besando (La la la la la la la) I don't speak your I don't speak your languagono (La la la la la la la) I don't speak your (Don't speak your) I don't speak your (Won't speak your) Jesus Cristo (La la la la la la la) I don't speak your (Won't speak your) I don't speak your (Won't speak your) Americano (La la la la la la la) I don't speak your (Won't speak your) I don't speak your (Won't speak your) Jesus Cristo (La la la la la la la) Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, America Americano Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, America Americano Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, America Americano Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, America Americano Don't you try to catch me Don't you try to catch me no, no, no, no I'm living on the edge of Living on the edge of the law, law, law, law Don't you try to catch me Don't you try to get me no, no, no, no Don't you try to catch me Living on the edge of the law, law, law, law

bitches aint shit

Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks Lick on these nuts and suck the dick Gets the fuck out after you're done Then I hops in my ride to make a quick run Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks Lick on these nuts and suck the dick Gets the fuck out after you're done Then I hops in my ride to make a quick run I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright We used to roll around and fuck the hoes at night Tighter than a motherfucka with the gangsta beats And we was balling on the motherfucking Compton streets Peep, the shit got deep and it was on Number 1 song after number 1 song Long as my motherfucking pockets was fat I didn't give a fuck where the bitch was at But she was hanging with a white bitch doing the shit she do Sucking on his dick just to get a buck or two And the few ends she got didn't mean nothing Now she's suing cause the shit she be doing ain't shit Bitch can't hang with the streets, she found herself short So now she's taking me to court It's real conversation for your ass So recognize, and pass to Daz Now as I'm rolling with my nigga Dre and Eastwood Fucking hoes, clocking dough, up to no good We flip-flop and serve hoes like flapjacks (Snoop: But we don't love them hoes) Bitch, and it's like that This is what you look for in a ho who got cash flow You run up in them hoes and grab the cash And get your dash on While you're chilling with your homies and shit And how my niggas kick the anthem like this (Biatch) Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks Lick on these nuts and suck the dick Gets the fuck out after you're done Then I hops in my ride to make a quick run To the store, to get me a 4-0 Snoop Doggy-Dogg paged, that must mean more hoes So I head down the street to Long Beach Just so I could meet a freak To lick me from my head to my feet And I'm here, now I'm ready to be done up Nothing but homies around, so I puts my gun up Bitches on my nuts like clothes But I'm from Tha Pound and "we don't love them hoes" How could you trust a ho? (Snoop: Why?) Cause a ho's a trick We don't love them tricks (Snoop: Why?) Cause a trick's a bitch And my dick's constantly in her mouth Turning them trick-ass hoes the fuck out now I once had a bitch named Annie Mae Used to be all in them guts like every day The pussy was the bomb, had a nigga on sprung I was in love like a motherfucka, licking the pearl tongue The homies used to tell me that she wasn't no good But I'm the maniac in black, Mr. Snoop Eastwood So I figure niggas wouldn't trip with mine Guess what? Got gaffled by one-time I'm back to the motherfucking county jail 6 months on my chest, now it's time to bail I gets released on a hot sunny day My nigga D.O.C. and my homie Dr. Dre Scoop in a coupe, "Snoop we got news Your girl was tricking while you was draped in your county blues" I ain't been out a second And already gotta do some motherfucking chin-checkin' Move up the block as we groove up the block See my girl's house, "Dre, pass the Glock" Kick in the do', I look on the flo' It's my little cousin Daz and he's fucking my ho, yo (Bitches ain't shit) I un-cock my shit I'm heart-broke but I'm still loc'ed Man, fuck a bitch Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks Lick on these nuts and suck the dick Gets the fuck out after you're done Then I hops in my ride to make a quick run Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks Lick on these nuts and suck the dick Gets the fuck out after you're done Then I hops in my ride to make a quick run Bitches ain't shit I don't give a fuck about a bitch But I and her know that they can't fade this Cause I'm doin my own thing down with the swang I'm hanging with Death Row like it ain't no thang I say you know you can't deal, cause I'm a bitch that's real Motherfuckers need to step back, hell yeah they need to chill Because I don't give a fuck, and I don't give a fuck And I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck And now I gotta do some shit that's clean But when I'm on a dick, hell yeah, I get real mean, hah Like a washing machine I can wash the clothes All the hoes knows that I'm on the flo', ho But they can't hang with my type of swang I ain't trying to say I suck every ding-a-lang But just the juicy ones with the tip of the tongue And then they're sprung, and with the nuts hung Bitches ain't shit

i still love her

+ (Ryo-Z in background) Yeah Welcome, ladies and gentlemen You're so privileged right now to be in the presence of The truth (The days) The creator (I praise) The originator of this style (It's a shame) Accept no immitations Kanye To-The (The days) With The Teriyaki Boyz (I pray) Big Money League in effect (It's a shame) I-I-I-I still love H.E.R I-I still love H.E.R., Hanto E. Rap (Verse 1) (Ryo-Z in background) I remember anokoro wo omoikasu pen Ima mo iro asenai Memory Lane Deai wa School Daze nori de day moushikon demo Say he's just a friend Mori ni break Are kara mainichi kimi ni tegami shitatameru Tame nai chie shibori bokyabu wo drop Daremo ga hotto, kyashinai hodo hot Na baby, wo rock, suru ima ja boku no job When They Reminisce Over You, my girl Torimaku raibaru tachi tono sci-fi Kimi to asonde itanda maiban I remember (I remember) I remember (I remember) I remember back in the day, high tops haite Sugureta MJ no Dunk Shot kakete After school, kimi to futari no park Yofuke made odotte takke Next day, jugyou chuu, as I read my S.A Message Kokoro komete ne Futari dake no himitsu vocabulary Chiribameta roburetaa Tashika ni Tsuuji atte ta O.P.P Dekinai uwaki Teiuka zokkon maji honki Anna ni Aishi atte noni "What happened girl?" I remember I remember Pre-Chorus: Verbal & Wise Got a lot of soul and you know that your on my mind Baby Mada mada bokura wa kimi wo oikaketai Lady Chorus: (Ryo-Z in background) We used to play the games (The days) Yuragani, my love (I praise) Hade, na paper chase (It's a shame) Demo I still love H.E.R., Hanto E. Rap We used to play the games (The days) Yuragani, my love (I praise) Hade, na paper chase (It's a shame) Demo I still love Hanto E. Rap Uh Uh Yo (Verse 2) I remember once again, all the times that we spent All the words that you said, mada kizamarete Ima demo can't forget How you let the rhythm hit Represent dokashitetane just to get a rep Sonna koro ga fresh Demo ima de ha all about the Ikka ku senkin, 'bout the benjamins About the mesaki no seiko bakari Ryuu shutsu seiki rara pose on the internet You know the whole repetoire Kuchi guse wa kukumei Datta no ga ima dewa, "Money makin'" Atari mae no you ni time's racing Dakedo ano koro no Days, remember? I remember I remember I remember kake meguru omoide Koko de hodoite Gutto kuruyou na omoide Nagamete mae no hou ga poi ze Choice is yours, na no ni poison Erabu no wa doshite Kimi ni moshi deru I still love H-E-R Tell me why Hoka no ko wa hayari de Passin' Me By Shiteku kedo kimi dake only one Do what you like If that's your style Sonna ima no kimi to odottetai Mada owachattanai Kore ga hajimaridatte Remember, kimi wa Hanto E. Rap Repeat Pre-Chorus Repeat Chorus I know I know I know Uh This is what y'all all looking forward to This is more than historical, anything that I say that is audible Ought to blow, just like a chick givin' oral, yo Lick the black, get the cream, like a Oreo Hit the track, get the C.R.E.A.M., same story, yo Trick that on Armani Emporium, it's more important, though Yes sir, my aura is orchestral, but way fresher 'Cause I simply throw a symphony, on a SMPTE, but I know That niggas steal beats, so after I emcee, I empty the M.P So I can stay out of reach, they used to say, "You'se a producer" I'm glad I never listened to you losers, cause now, I'm in Shibuya, buyin' somethin that's, way too exclusive Uh, ra-ra-ra-ra-rappers are in danger, this floor is from a manger But meaner than Lucifer, yeah, and this is the new drug I'm the new high, y'all want ya weed back? Yell, "I still love H.E.R., Hanto E. Rap!" (E. Rap...) E. Rap Repeat Chorus Alright

lightning fire magic prayer

Part 1 Sing the letter G Hmm, okay G Lightning fire magic prayer Lightning fire magic prayer N.E.R.D Light bulb, fire and cause of all that is There was, and will be, beyond beginnings and end The town, they say it's you, that starts the fire Without matches that will open desire Live wire going through your body Burn the old, make you anew It's a mystical experience party The universal connection to you Where do I begin? Mad ethnic, mad ethnic Where do I begin? Mad ethnic, mad ethnic Where do I begin? Lightning Fire Magic Prayer Far beyond the gaseous layer What if we all put our hands in the air? For that lightning fire magic prayer Sometimes, you may have to do unpopular things For them to see your faith lately go sane You may not refer to it by a name Long as you know it is from whence you came Livewire go through your body Burn the old, make you anew It's a mystical experience party The universal connection to you Where do I begin? Mad ethnic, mad ethnic Where do I begin? Mad ethnic, mad ethnic Where do I begin? I begin, I began, I began Catch me out here Part 2 Catch me out here (Hey) G They got the crazed look in their eyes Something in the water Everybody's in a trance Because the brainwash is in high tide Something in the water You can tell when they dance Wasn't everything that everybody promised Once you tried it, did you think that you could stop it? Everything has a cause, did you profit? You can't see your life, until you sit and watch it They got that crazed look in their eyes Something in the water Everybody's in a trance Because the brainwash is in high tide Something in the water You can tell when they dance A young fish doesn't know that it's wet (Yeah) Once it swims and starts drinking, it forgets (Yeah) Know the fish bowl is your technolo— G No direction sailing everybody follow me Can somebody burst it down? Waitin' for the great, I am Can somebody burst it down? Waitin' for the great, I am Come on now, lightning fire magic prayer I can't believe it's never been done Imagine if we once, all hands in the air? For that lightning fire magic prayer Where do I begin? Where do I begin? Mad ethnic, mad ethnic Where do I begin? Mad ethnic, mad ethnic Where do I begin? I begin?

dresser lil boy

PART 1: Dresser .454, I pull up on niggas, I tell 'em lets get it Niggas they talkin' on Twitter, you niggas you know you gon get it Benjamin Franklin, niggas know that I keep it 100 Got me a new clip for my .223 and that bitch hold a hundred I'm still in the hood, I got me a check and I don't want no Nike's Bitches, they suckin', and fuckin', they do everything except bite it I can go slow like an old man, I can go fast like I got nitrous Spent 20 racks for my brother's appeal and I ain't talkin' no Vicodin Over 1 mil in this room, bitch, I kinda sound like a Pisces Lil bitch you know I'm the bomb and 2 Chainz the light, no lightnin' Wow, these bitches excited, me and Thugger, we 'bout to start up a riot I ain't got no pussy all week, I'm on that "bitch, suck my dick" diet Monica, come home to me, yea come home to me my dear Make a little money, leave a little on the dresser Make a little money, leave a little on the dresser Teresea, I'm tired of lookin' bae, I'm into you, your rear Make a little money, leave a little on the dresser Make a little money, leave a little on the dresser Ain't nothin' special man, I sold it all yester' Pull in Phipps Plaza in a motherfuckin' Tesla Ain't no pressure when you got a little extra Put them beams on your face, have 'em lookin' like freckles Dammit man, I do not know Tar but I'm having Xan's My bitch pussy wet like it's wetting rain This bitch clap on me while I clap at mans, woah Got Balenciaga's I ain't even wore yet Half a pound of gas I ain't smoke yet Traphouse filled up with Ziploc Use to get my living room suite from Big Lots In a strip club with some flip-flops Thought it's the time, baby it's not Got a lotta windows on my crib, nigga Bout to put that motherfucker in a tint shop Monica, come home to me, yea come home to me my dear Make a little money, leave a little on the dresser Make a little money, leave a little on the dresser Teresea, I'm tired of lookin' bae, I'm into you, your rear Make a little money, leave a little on the dresser Make a little money, leave a little on the dresser PART 2: Lil Boy Who killed little boy, who killed little boy? Rat infested hallways, no escape, no escape From misery, no way out from that hell I'm bout to give these niggas what they ask for I used to have to argue with my land lord Yea, my nickname is Tity Boi Bitch gotta have at least a handful All my cribs came with a damn pool Used to stash work in my camel Young 6'5" with the handle If you don't watch Atlanta then you need to turn the channel See I pull up in this bitch in a Phantom Front grill looking like it's dancin' (it is) Put some stacks on your head little boy (lil boy) Yeah they 'bout to call you the grandson (lil boy) Pussy nigga gonna need a tampon (lil boy) Put rifle bullets in a handgun (lil boy) Keep a bankroll on me, nigga By the time I eat some bacon I got bands on All my cars I done put rims on 'em I done touched down, no end zone All that bitch do is run her mouth, nigga On the right but that bitch got a Sprint phone (hello?) Man she got about 100 acres Enough yard for me to put a couple Benz's on And I just pop me a perc I might fuck that bitch with my Timbs on (Truuuuuu)

rolling papers

Cut it short, break it down, couple pounds, roll it up Add heat, kiss the end, let the colored vapors in Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop Cops rolling past, rolling papers in the passenger Then swag it out, ounces then bags is out Bitches and they asses out, money counting, cotton mouth Yeah, we rolling papers over here, nigga Yeah, we rolling papers over here, nigga My swagger's straight through the roof, bitch Maharishi kicks and Bape Tee's I really do this Snapping necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit Smoking joints with mixed breed bitches, right where the pool is I never press, just relax, don't start choosing Taking notes on how to win, fucking students Left my main chick, now the new bitches I'm scooping Stacey Dash type, I'm cheating and they clueless I'm from the gang or the pack or the litter Better guard your daughter or your mother or your sister Chances are she is an avid OF listener And when we exit she will proceed to exit with us To the Homestead Suites to drink liquor Party all night, it's her dream to be with us She'll tae kwon do anything that we mentioned Just because she know that we the Wolf Gang niggas I kept it G, kept the good weed fired up It's been a good year, record labels wanna hire us But OF just chilling, let the fuckers admire us My shit's so swift, I could gang Miley Cyrus up But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen Ice water cold, I'm the coldest nigga rapping Y'all was cool in high school, what the fuck happened? Still low like Laurel parking ticket is, I'm dashing Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? Yup Ignorant as fuck, but I swear I won't change up That's a bad call, bitches catch fastballs Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

sleazy remix 20 get sleazier

I don't need you or your brand new Benz Or your bougie friends I don't need love looking like diamonds Lookin' like diamonds Okay, I'm young and I’m tatted, I get them bucks like an addict Rockin' this Christian Dior, I spend so much on my fabric I got a wifey at home and what she wants she can have it And she in love with my stick, she say I work it like magic Okay, now no need to panic, I'm on a beach where the sand is Somewhere smokin' on medication, no, I won't need a bandage Some would look at my age and try to say I'm young and I'm handsome I say I'm filthy fuckin' rich, so I'm an old dirty bastard And my crib's a disaster and my kush is the master I was in my yellow car, but my Ferrari go faster Soundin' like a band in it and my diamonds the dancers On the remix with Kesha, 'bout to go see the cashier On the grind, so now my watch has got a lot of diamonds in it I look down and see a hundred thou' and think it's time to get it Brought a lot of marijauna and I'm here to share it No, it’s not a problem, better get it, then I won't be here tomorrow, lil' mama Tahahahahahaaa! I don't need you or your brand new Benz Or your bougie friends I don't need love looking like diamonds Lookin' like diamonds I don't need you or your brand new Benz Or your bougie friends I don't need love looking like diamonds Lookin' like diamonds We start out so cute in our baby pictures That momma shot for our daddy, so that he wouldn't forget you He forgot anyway, but hey, one day he'll remember If not, he's human, I'm human, you human, we'll forgive him God gives him his ultimatum, can't see how momma hates him He's such a cool ass guy, then wonder why she date him I'm only eight, I'm not old enough, guess it's complicated Two parent dwellings, expellin' have got so underrated I only say this in cadence, so it don't get negated I was gon' save it for later, but later look like maybe This crazy lady named Kesha is guessing my Mercedes Would be all new and frou-frou, but it's the 1980s But now that we are cool-cool, she sippin' Irish Baileys She say, "Stacks, you’re true blue?" I said, "nah, I’m Navy" I call her "Keisha," she like it because it's hood to her She call me "André 6000" because I'm good to her I don’t need you or your brand new Benz Or your bougie friends I don’t need love looking like diamonds Lookin' like diamonds I don't need you or your brand new Benz Or your bougie friends I don't need love looking like diamonds Lookin' like diamonds (well, damn!) Hey Ke$ha, what up boo, it's me, do you know what to do wit me? Bad bitches, I got 2 with me, wit you, better make it two or three Bad bitches know me, so don't bother introducin' me They want me more than diamonds Wipe me down bitch, I’m super clean I’m hella cold, mega paid, making moves doing things Bitches stay queued and they all wanna do the king I’m boiling, royalty, knew it when I seen her I was gonna take her, make her my new royal penis cleaner My demeanor something special and this dick is so impressive Bitch I bet you'd take it off and take it with you if I let you I ain't trippin’, I’m just here, they couldn’t catch you and I got you Bitch my swag on supernatural, get you pregnant looking at you I ain't nothing like them other dudes, I’m an atom bomb, they a molecule Still paid, ballin’ out the frame, stuntin’ like a fool I don’t need you or your brand new Benz Or your bougie friends I don’t need love looking like diamonds Looking like diamonds I don't need you or your brand new Benz Or your bougie friends I don't need love looking like diamonds Lookin' like diamonds Rat tat tat tat on your dumb dumb drum The beat's so fat gonna make me cum/come Um, um, um, um Over to to your place Rat tat tat tat on your dumb dumb drum The beat's so fat gonna make me cum/come Um, um, um, um Over to to your place Uh, we be on that shit that no one be on, that's what we on Smoke that neon, Kings of Leon, Dynamite, Napoleon Got some skinnies and a T on and some Vans And my man's got the ratchet While I'm laying in some pussy you'll be laying in a casket I'm just saying, I'm just spazzing, I'm just smashing, I'm just nasty If you bout it, bust it open, oh you fancy Man I got so many flows like a mansion, catch a tantrum Know a girl named Cleopatra, she'll throw that pussy at ya I'm financially straight like a line, I ain't lyin And all my hoes on they toes, ballerina, Black Swan And we on that Ciroc, Grey Goose, Pat-rón It's Weezy baby; Sleazy, baby, YEAH! (Young Moola baby!) I don’t need you or your brand new Benz Or your bougie friends I don’t need love looking like diamonds Looking like diamonds I don’t need you or your brand new Benz Or your bougie friends I don’t need love looking like diamonds Looking like diamonds (Get sleazy)

this time around

This time around I never get bit Though you really want to fix me This time around you're making me sick Though you really want to get me Somebody's out, somebody's out to get me You really want to fix me, hit me But this time around I'm taking no shit Though you really want to get me, you really want to get me He really thought he really had a hold of me He really thought, they thought they really had control of me He really thought he really had a hold of me He really thought, they thought they really had control of me This time around I'm not going to get bit Though you really want to get me But this time around I'm taking no shit Though you really want to fix me Somebody's out, somebody's out to use me You really want to use me and falsely accuse me This time around don't treat me like spit Though you really can't control me He really thought he really had a hold of me He really thought, they thought they really had control of me He really thought he really had a hold of me He really thought, they thought they really had control of me He really thought he really had a hold of me He really thought, they thought they really had control of me He really thought he really had a hold of me He really thought, they thought they really had control of me Listen, I got problems of my own Flashing cameras, taps on my phone Even in my home, I ain’t safe as I should be Things always missing, maybe it could be My friends, but they ain’t friends if they robbing me Stopping me, from making a profit, see Apology shallow like the ocean I guess I'll resort to gun-totin' If I was dead broke and smoking I'd probably be by my lonesome I'ma kill a nigga, I ain’t joking Indo smoke got me choking, I'm hoping A fool come slipping, so I can blow him open This time around I changed up my flow Got rid of the Rotts, got Pits by the door A real set of peoples to watch my back Stay away from strangers so I won't slack And I know my nigga Mike like that Baby He really thought he really had a hold of me He really thought, they thought they really had control of me He really thought he really had a hold of me He really thought, they thought they really had control of me He really thought he really had a hold of me He really thought, they thought they really had control of me He really thought he really had a hold of me He really thought, they thought they really had control of me

dj green lantern doa freestyle part 1

I'm from a grimy city from a bunch of miles away With no regard for the laws, I'm from a sovereign state From a murderous block, swerving in the convertible drop Hoping niggas heard my proverbial plots I'm trying to take over the world like Pinky the Brain My 'preme mistress is a bitch like Pinky with brains Or Roxy Reynolds, I stick dick into her She suck cock for a living, tongue kiss with Murs But I don't feel anger So like the frame of the nickel-plated chrome four-five, I'mma still bang her Original renegade, niggas been afraid More niggas follow than Ashton Kutcher's Twitter page Chowder time -- y'all write, I sprinkle powder lines If Kelly beat his case, my lawyer gonna swallow mines So put your nines on the crap table You like gambling -- I'm Patron sipping, signed to Black Label Champagne wishes become realities Bad bitches, fly minus the travel needs My dick is the biggest thing on my anatomy I dis niggas for nothing like, "Why you mad at me?" Nickel is still reckless The last nigga got killed that made me feel threatened Who really cares what a rapper talking? The only feeling that ain't familiar is after losses I shoot a nigga dead in the head, and go back to Boston With a trunk full of white, I call it Asher Roth'n Feel honored if I talk about your ass often You should wanna sleep in the bed I was jacking off in It's a reason these motherfuckers is backing off 'im He Floyd Mayweather, Paul Williams, and Chad Dawson All rolled up in one, his money trash-talking Amongst bosses, hanging out in the cash office Nigga, you testing the one -- Nickel second to none I'm hotter than Texas at three, I'm effecting the sun I don't just sound raw I disconnect your shit, have you walking around with Bobby Brown jaw And then Whitney said crack was wack And it offended me like, floozy, why you dissing my music? And you can ask Proof, we come from Chopper City Minus the wack suit and the beef with Ness Forever inhaling the smell of that sweet success That calico talking, saying, "We the best!" I'm the fed-teaser This bitch said, "Who the fuck died and made you God?" I said Jesus I'm in the zone, I feel like a star And nigga, you know what to do if you feel like a frog Go on, jump in that traffic, you playing Frogger I ain't no blogger, I'm Mr. Rearrange-Your-Aura Niggas thinking all we got is Internet soldiers '09 is the fear year -- respect's over The O.G.s taught me how to do it one way So I ain't down for no games unless it's gunplay Niggas'll murder judges over murder grudges I don't put money on heads, I just refer to cuz's I drop dope records that's hot like a furnace The needle on that record player is hypodermic Receive food from an intravenous tube Kill your ass in private, between me and you I'm sick enough to go up in your house Sickening rhymes, I spit 'em and throw up in my mouth You fucking round with the Slaughterhouse conglomeron Like catching your parents fucking, I leave you traumatized The beef live til the drama dies My daughter can get struck by lightning if I ain't down for homicide I'm one of one I promise there ain't another nigga built in my pedigree Rappers ain't a threat to me Take my words how you wanna -- it's the easiest extortion you gonna ever see Just worship, mission won't get diverted Say Mouse, you're fucking with niggas that you know'll get murdered Started in my youth, I blame Streetfighter 2 Back when winning wasn't nothing, nigga had to get a perfect Roasting me, zero is what they gross to me No ratchet on 'im, I'm protected by a rosary I don't pay mind to the vets and what they throw at me I ain't hear a word they say, it's deaf poetry Call L.A. Reid, Craig Kallman, Rifkind, Sylvia, E1 and get Alan Alert the geek squad and call the goons All the bullshit in the game, only thing they wanna kill is fucking Autotune But before you gun it down Know they only say hip hop is dead -- the dope shit is underground Radio, shotty to its wig And tell Fab I can't put it in a bag cause the body too big Listen, some haters out there wanna snatch me up Working with half they head, got a Cassie cut Aware of the scene They don't look my way, I mirror dreams They car note and rent is my pair of jeans Street, I don't be around those narcs Bloggers keep typing as if they could download heart Let's begin with common sense, don't make it sound so sharp Nigga, if you see a fin, you around those sharks This a funeral, this how fans cry for the beat Tired of hearing how you hired with the heat Every verse lame, about his great aim and how he snipe in the streets But every time he take a piss, end up wiping the seat, pause I make sure it's no women, no kids in sight Phone call'll make his address demolition site Yes-men do whatever your battery say A dream can't tell make up -- my anatomy's gray Nigga, tell me who keep it hotter for Jerz Y'all picked the wrong group to bother with words Think niggas got a lot of nerve It's magic, you Skip I'm Jameer, my spot's reserved Your spot's a reserve Niggas is scared of the truth Look in my eyes, you stare at the truth They doing interludes in any interview Talking bout how they prepared to shoot How thoughtful, won't resort to getting near a booth Thought so -- what I do to 'em unlawful Boss dude, ain't got a higher-up to resort to Just giving yourself a bad name Yakety-yak them threats; in fact, it's that lame If you can't tell that act's arranged Think I'm wearing a bulls-eye and just all them cats got bad aim? I'll explain -- I'm past real, niggas is past phony Avoid the personal and physical attacks on me I remain cool -- relaxed, homie Brand new, I ain't got a scratch on me So what your squad gon' do? Lay a hand on me, I lay a hollow on you Chain snatch, tap his pockets, take his wallet, go through Every club in New York and pop bottles on you Better tell him what reluctance is I'm controlled by uncontrolled substances Truth be told, I show em what substance is I know I'm nice, so when I boast I'm only rubbing it in Niggas got beat up, ignored in school Signed a deal, niggas thought you was cool Only take one quarter to slaughter your crew If they resumes got deaded today They'd call you a fool Got all them years rapping, nothing else happening You need a new day-to-day Old heads in the game with no other way to get paid They gasping, time out, gon take a break from the clay And grab a Gatorade Bad contract, team can't make a trade Majors fucking you in the ass, you gonna stay a slave 5'9" in my ear saying, "Hey, behave" But shit is fucked up, and I blame it on the way it was paved I'll chill for the sake of your age You great live, but let me know when that stage get appraised All in, raising the stakes Swear you and your label should pray to God I was placed in this decade by mistake I don't belong here Dad fucked mom in the wrong year Wrong nigga amongst fans with wrong ears Wrong trends, with funny sounds every song's weird Wrong fashion, it's like every nigga's gone queer Mic check, one thing that I could do is spit I'll hammer you MCs quick, y'all ain't too legit You interfere with my guap, your medulla's split Y'all wilding, my stomach growling like the rudest pit For being so smart, I stay on some stupid shit But if dummies make a smart comment, I'm dumping Ruger clips And I keep it true with fifths I give your eye a cookie And punch the cookie, just see just how black and blue it gets Yaowa! I'm in tune with what the gutter loves I hop on beat and son niggas like a mother does They hear me, they like, "Hey yo, that brother's bug" They hear you, they like, "Oh no, not another thug" You chase the bitches who don't wanna scrub I done fucked project bitches on my roof with a rubber glove We two different dudes I be praised, you be getting booed I feed niggas, you just niggas' food All you do is get chewed like wack grits Every time I get chewed, it's a bad bitch Oh, I'm fronting -- sometimes I choose some average But that's six Jacks and Coke in the spot, and she the last bitch And I just couldn't bag shit She just stuck around cause she on my fat-ass dick Ha! I'm just fucking 'round, Green But I feel good, basically Jay-Z in the underground scene Listen -- I'm in a zone of my own, my condolences To anyone or any group that's opposing this This ain't a song, this a movement -- we controlling this You can't beat us, we don't want you to join us So move over, bitch It's our time, the tides done came in Please exit the water, you'll die if you can't swim This music's a novel, you still on page ten I read it, rewrote it, and published it, called it Amen See, Ortiz is the Lord's gift to this four-fifth bullshit that y'all worship I'm a lyrical warship And God forbid I should fall from up off this boat I'll land in the water, come up and finish you with a swordfish This hip-hop is my office, believe I go to work And when I promote it, this CD's almost over, jerk I sit there and write to a track until my shoulders hurt And when both arms is done, I put my toes to work You gotta hear what I gotta say, I'm just like that From what I'm hearing this day and age, I don't like rap I was a fan, I used to love this shit But y'all getting away with murder, like the glove don't fit Y'all either flossing or talking like savages I don't mention a coffin or doggie, I'm not having it You niggas rapping is fractions below average I don't care what the fuck you can do with a little half a brick I did some things I ain't proud of to support mine Left that on the street -- on beat ain't where you talk crime Plus you lying -- whenever you on the court line It's to pay a ticket for parking your whip on the wrong side Thugs is somewhere doing what it is that thugs do Rappers is rapping, and y'all ain't doing that -- what the fuck is you? You're bluffing, you's nothing, you're stuffing on Thanksgiving My tummy is hungry, I'll put you on a plate -- listen I'm making it hard like a blowjob with great rhythm I know Joey gon' pause me, but I ain't even trying to play with 'im Feed 'em this money, they handing out a changed living Project is ugly, I daily barely escaped prison I was starting to feel pinned down like a rape victim Wishing for a deal, trying to deal with the fact that I hate wishing

encore

Thank you, thank you, thank you! You're far too kind Now, can I get a encore? Do you want more? Cookin' raw with the Brooklyn boy So for one last time I need y'all to roar Now what the hell are you waitin' for? After me, there shall be no more So for one last time, nigga, make some noise! Who you know fresher than Hov'? Riddle me that The rest of y'all know where I'm lyrically at Can't none of y'all mirror me back Yeah, hearin' me rap is like hearin' G Rap in his prime I'm Young H-O, rap's Grateful Dead Back to take over the globe, now break bread I'm in Boeing jets, Global Express Out the country, but the blueberry still connect On the low, but the yacht got a triple deck But when you Young, what the fuck you expect? Yep, yep Grand openin', grand closin' Goddamn, your man Hov' cracked the can open again Who you gon' find doper than him? With no pen, just draw off inspiration Soon you gonna see you can't replace him With cheap imitations for these generations Now, can I get an encore? Do you want more? Cookin' raw with the Brooklyn boy So for one last time I need y'all to roar Now what the hell are you waitin' for? After me, there shall be no more So for one last time, nigga, make some noise! (*Sighs*) Look what you made me do! Look what I made for you! Knew if I paid my dues, how will they pay you When you first come in the game, they try to play you Then you drop a couple of hits, look how they wave to you From Marcy to Madison Square To the only thing that matters in just a matter of years (yeah) As fate would have it, Jay's status appears To be at an all-time high, perfect time to say goodbye When I come back like Jordan Wearin' the 4-5, it ain't to play games with you It's to aim at you, probably maim you If I owe you I'm blowin' you to smithereens Cocksucker, take one for your team! And I need you to remember one thing (one thing) I came, I saw, I conquered From record sales to sold-out concerts So, motherfucker, if you want this encore I need you to scream 'til your lungs get sore Owww, it's star time This man is mean, he's killin' all y'all jive turkeys Do y'all want more of the Jigga man? Well, if y'all want more of the Jigga man Then I need y'all to help me bring him back to stage Say "Hova!" – c'mon, say it! Are y'all out there? C'mon, louder! Yeah, now see that's what I'm talking about They love you, Jigga! They love you, Jigga! I like the way this one feel It's so motherfuckin' soulful, man! (Whoaaaaaahhhh, whoahhhhhhhhhhhhh, whoahhhhhhhhhhhhh) Yeah okay So this here is the victory lap Then I'm leavin', that's how you get me back After a year of them 16's, it's 1.2 And that's 2.4, and I'm only doin' two You wanted to gain attention, new dudes I can get you BET – and TRL, too You want to be in the public, send your budget Well, fuck it, I ain't budgin' Young did it to death, you gotta love it Record companies told me I couldn't cut it Now look at me: all star-studded Golfer above par like I putted All ‘cause the shit I uttered was utterly ridiculous How sick is this? You want to bang, send Kanye change Send Just some dust, send Hip a grip Then you gotta spit a little somethin' like this (What the hell are you waiting forrrr?)

20 dollar

War! War! War! Talking about you's such a bore I'd rather talk about moi Like do you know the cost of AK's up in Africa? 20 dollars ain't shit to you But that's how much they are So they're gonna use the shit just to get far Is gold diamonds helping ya? Don't you like my ban-dan-na? (bandana) My stains hang low, on my shirt's like "Ay-ya-ya!" Got monkey brains and banana I'll hit you with my antenna I put soap in my eye Make it red so I look rawr-rawr-rawr! So I woke up with my Holy Quran And found out I like Cadillac So we're shootin' until the song is up Little boys are acting up And baby mothers are going crazy And the leaders all around cracking up We goat-rich, we fry Price of livin' in a shanty town just seems very high But we still like T.I But we still look fly Dancin' as we're shootin' up And lootin' just to get by (Huh?) With your feet on the air Your head on the ground Try this trick and spin it - yeah! Your head'll collapse, when there's nothin' in it And you'll ask yourself Where is my mind? Where is my mind? Where is my mind? (Huh?) War! War! War! Who made me like this! Was it me and God in co-production? My Devil's on speed-dial Every time I take the wrong direction All I want is one thing and that is what you got Sometimes I go and lose my mind, then I feel numb There's 24 hours in a day I used to spilt it 8, 8, 8 8 - work! 8 - sleep! And 8 for play! Now I give it all it takes Now people on the Internet A new life for the intellect People judge me so hard cause I don't floss my titties out I was born out of dirt like I'm porn in a skirt I was a little girl who made good, well au revoir, adieu I put people on the map that never seen a map I've showed 'em something they've never seen And hope they make it back! With your feet on the air Your head on the ground Try this trick and spin it - yeah! Your head'll collapse, when there's nothin' in it And you'll ask yourself Where is my mind? Where is my mind? Where is my mind? (Huh?) With your feet on the air Your head on the ground Try this trick and spin it - yeah! Your head'll collapse, when there's nothin' in it And you'll ask yourself Where is my mind?

yesterday

Speak up for them Your friends, your relatives, your neighbors Good idea to speak up for them And it's always good to thank God I miss you like yesterday I miss you like yesterday I miss you like yesterday Yeah, I know it sound cliché And they tell me just to pray But I miss you like yesterday I miss you like yesterday I miss you like yesterday I miss you like yesterday Yeah, I know it sound cliché And they tell me just to pray But I miss you like yesterday Early morning, whipping up breakfast So unexpected, I'm barely yawning Iron my school clothes, food up on the stove Biscuits was hella fluffy, "Grandma, I need two of those" You whisper "Wait for my brother," papa do what you say 'Fore a crumb could hit my tongue, tell me to pray Scrape my plate, wash the dish Be prepared for the world and be thankful of the time that I get To be young on the run Don't be eager to be grown, have some fun You'll look back when you turn 21 Like "My, time flies" Wishing you were you here by my side I miss you like yesterday I miss you like yesterday I miss you like yesterday Yeah, I know it sound cliché And they tell me just to pray But I miss you like yesterday I miss you like yesterday I miss you like yesterday I miss you like yesterday Yeah, I know it sound cliché And they tell me just to pray But I miss you like yesterday Like an autumn breeze, knocking all the pecans out the trees Baking your fruitcakes for Christmas Eve The smell of sweet potato pie make it hard to leave Sit and reminisce, out the grab bag, everybody got a gift Just be thankful for the the thought, don't be giving lip We laugh and cry You knew you couldn't save the world but you had to try I been doing the same Just so you know, your lectures ain't going in vain Accepted that you're gone but I deal with the pain Whether the rain, just know I won't be the same Cause I miss you like yesterday I miss you like yesterday I miss you like yesterday Yeah, I know it sound cliché And they tell me just to pray But I miss you like yesterday I miss you like yesterday I miss you like yesterday I miss you like yesterday Yeah, I know it sound cliché And they tell me just to pray But I miss you like yesterday

no love

Yeah, ayy, wha? yeah You don't love me though You don't want me though (Ayy) You don't love me though (Ayy) You don't love me ho (Yeah) You don't love me though (Yeah, ayy) You don't want me ho (Yeah, ayy) You don't love me though (Yeah, ayy) You don't want me ho (Yeah, yeah) I smoke vanilla woods, whoa She ain't have money, well oh She acts like a bitch, yeah She gonna swallow my kids, yeah Putting my goons on her face, whoa Pull away I need some space, ooh I do not feel like I'm chained, ooh Put rose gold on my team, ooh You don't love me though You don't want me though (Ayy) You don't love me though (Ayy) You don't love me ho (Yeah) You don't love me though (Yeah, ayy) You don't want me ho (Yeah, ayy) You don't love me though (Yeah, ayy) You don't want me ho (Yeah, yeah) I like fucking hoes I don't care if she thick I put my dick in that bih what? I like fucking hoes I don't care if she thick I put my dick in that bih what? I put my dick in that bih what? Wha, wha, wha, wha, wha, wha, wha Ayy You don't love me though You don't want me though (Ayy) You don't love me though (Ayy) You don't love me ho (Yeah) You don't love me though (Yeah, ayy) You don't want me ho (Yeah, ayy) You don't love me though (Yeah, ayy) You don't want me ho (Yeah, yeah) Out the booth, out the booth, ayy, I'm out the booth Haha, oh, fuck yeah, Xanarchy gang bitch Xanarchy

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thing called love

This thing called love can be so cold It can be miserable, or it can be beautiful This thing called love can be so cold Sometimes it's amazing, sometimes it's crazy This thing called love Check, check, ayy, listen! Yo, love is like a drug that everybody uses You wanna know the outcome—depends on how you use it Love could be your best friend, love could be your enemy Love could be the thing you wish you had, but you don't ever see And love can be the reason why you're afraid to have it Some say it like it means something, others it's a habit And some would say it's tragic, and some would say it's beautiful Some would say it's black and it's dark like a funeral And some would die for it, some don't think it's even real Some say they understand, but really don't know how it feels Some say that it's alive, some say that it can kill But most of us that been in it know that sometimes it will I ain't gonna sugarcoat it, yet sometimes it might surround you One minute it's savin' you, next it's tryin' to drown you Some people want to show it, but were never taught how to And some of us is searchin', feelin' like it never found you This thing called love can be so cold It can be miserable, or it can be beautiful This thing called love can be so cold Sometimes it's amazing, sometimes it's crazy This thing called love Yo, love is like a privilege, a lot of us abuse it Do with it what we want and then start drama when we lose it Pretend like it ain't nothing to us, pretend that it's useless And we don't know why we do this, but yet we still pursue it And love, it can consume you, turn you into something else Bury the real you so deep that you can't even find yourself Love, it can change you, love, it can tear you down Be the best thing you ever had and kick you on the ground Yo, you get on that high level, yet you scared to fall 'Cause you know if that person hurts you, you gon' lose it all They told you they would be there for you, they don't even call So that openness you used to have has now become a wall And some say that it's patient, some say that it's kind I don't think it's invisible, but I know that it's blind To some it's only physical, or all up in their mind See, it probably isn't there if you're strugglin' to find it This thing called love can be so cold It can be miserable, or it can be beautiful This thing called love can be so cold Sometimes it's amazing, sometimes it's crazy This thing called love This love has got me down low, now I guess I'm up high One minute I'm on the ground, next minute I'm in the sky I feel invincible, and so unrejected Forget it, I'm invisible, and I feel unprotected Yo, I don't need nobody else, trust me, I'm fine I can't do this by myself, I'm losing my mind Yeah, I can see clearly, forget it, I'm blind My heart says, "danger," can't you read the signs? Yo, but through all the pain, I swear I love it No matter what you do, it don't disappear, does it? Yo, I'd rather spend a minute with love in my life Than go a million years without knowing what it's like You better grab it, you don't wanna lose it And yeah, it brings pain, it's insane, but the bruises My God can take that all away, you'll find that right person And everything you thought that wasn't becomes worth it This thing called love can be so cold It can be miserable, or it can be beautiful This thing called love can be so cold Sometimes it's amazing, sometimes it's crazy This thing called love

root beer float

I've been thinking, thinking it over I've been wishing, that I was sober Maybe later, you can come over And we can make a root beer float I've been rolling, rolling with papers Wanna get high to see you later Pour some whiskey, I'm feeling frisky We should make a root beer float I just hit that root beer float Hit that root beer Root beer float I just hit that root beer float (This has no chill, this has no chill whatsoever) Pick my friends up, no destination Drive in circles, I got no shame wit' it Stop at the drive-in, my clique is wylin' We all got a root beer float (Ok) I've been cooling, I had to switch up My bag is Italian, my top is thrift shop No Macklemore, no Ryan Lewis (no thanks), you know I had to do it I just hit that root beer float I just hit that root beer float Hit that root beer (I can't!) Root beer float I just hit that root beer float Yeah I remember every summer, when we was younger I would steal my parent's vodka, fill it back with water Meet up with my homies at the cul-de-sac, reminiscing Before I rock that Gucci, Saint Laurent, and Raf Simmons I would rock the Etnies, puffy tongue in out girl Let me get your number and my Sidekick, I'll call girl Maybe get a kiss outside that window I've been waiting Root beer floats and whiskey for the first time we got faded I, I, I I just hit that root beer, I just hit that root beer float Root beer float I just hit that root beer Float Root beer float I just hit that root beer You know I had to do it I just hit that root beer No Macklemore, no Ryan Lewis Hit that root beer I just hit that root beer Maybe later, you can come over And we can make a root beer float (That's inappropriate!)

landscape

Ehh, oh ohh Ehh, oh ohh Ehh, oh ohh Ehh, oh ohh She can't see the landscape anymore It's all painted in her grief All of her history etched out at her feet Now all of the landscape, it's just an empty place Acres of longing, mountains of tenderness 'Cause she's just like the weather, can't hold her together Born from dark water, daughter of the rain and snow Because it's burning through the bloodline It's cutting down the family tree Growing in the landscape, darling, in between you and me She wants the silence, but fears the solitude She wants to be alone and together with you So she ran to the lighthouse, hoped that it would help her see She saw that the lighthouse had been washed out to sea 'Cause she's just like the weather, can't hold her together Born from dark water, daughter of the rain and snow Because it's burning through the bloodline It's cutting down the family tree Growing in the landscape, darling, in between you and me I want to give you back the open sky Give you back the open sea Open up the ages, darling, for you to see You put the gun into your mouth to bite The bullet and spit it out Because it's running in the family All the rituals between you and me 'Cause she's just like the weather, can't hold her together Born from dark water, daughter of the rain and snow Because it's burning through the bloodline It's cutting down the family tree Growing in the landscape, darling, in between you and me

towards the sun

Turn your face towards the sun Let the shadows fall behind you Don't look back, just carry on And the shadows will never find you Turn your face towards the sun Let the shadows fall behind you Don't look back, just carry on And the shadows will never find you Lost in the rock and roll Got lost in a promise of a love I'd never know (Ooh) Shadows chased me far from home I remember when my heart was filled with gold (Ooh) And you know I've been burned, I've been burned, I've been burned You've seen me lose control It's not worth, it's not worth, it's not worth my soul Turn your face towards the sun Let the shadows fall behind you Don't look back, just carry on And the shadows will never find you Lost my faith and trust You and I know gold don't turn to rust (Ooh-ooh) I still swear that we can reign Like the kings and queens of better yesterdays (Ooh-ooh) Don't you know I've been burned, I've been burned, I've been burned You've seen me lose control It's not worth, it's not worth, it's not worth my soul Turn your face towards the sun Let the shadows fall behind you Don't look back, just carry on And the shadows will never find you Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go? Where you gonna run to, when you get to the edge of the night? Its time you face the sky, ooh Turn your face towards the sun Let the shadows fall behind you Don't look back, just carry on And the shadows will never find you Turn your face towards the sun Let the shadows fall behind you Don't look back, just carry on And the shadows will never find you Turn your face towards the sun Let the shadows fall behind you

shoot or die

I’ll be on that shoot or die shit, die shit I’ll be on that shoot or die shit, die shit Let me show you how we bang Let me show you how we bang I’ll be on that shoot or die shit, die shit I’ll be on that shoot or die shit, die shit Let me show you how we bang Let me show you how we bang Y’all niggas got me fucked up, thinking I’m a soft ass Let me sing a love song to you ass nigga But I’m doing what I gotta do tryna get paid If you try me you can die nigga And I ain’t gotta call nobody, I roll up solo War that, put you on the floor And if you ain’t heard, better ask somebody Before I let your ass off I came up in the 504 where the block stay hot And the hot boys off 2 Glocks Before a nigga had a shot in the game I was there tryna to serve him rocks See money ain’t come where I come from So I had to learn real fast, how I was gonna get it Cause all I had was a voice and a dream But if niggas tryna bang, I’m with it I’ll be on that shoot or die shit, die shit I’ll be on that shoot or die shit, die shit Let me show you how we bang Let me show you how we bang I’ll be on that shoot or die shit, die shit I’ll be on that shoot or die shit, die shit Let me show you how we bang Let me show you how we bang I’ll be on that shoot or die shit, die shit I’ll be on that shoot or die shit, die shit Let me show you how we bang Let me show you how we bang I’ll be on that shoot or die shit, die shit I’ll be on that shoot or die shit, die shit Let me show you how we bang Let me show you how we bang I was feeling like damn, do the clip really hold 16? And he be like August, do you really smoke bleed? And the shit pop off when you bust that thang Really talk, you ain’t never gon' meet a motherfucker like me, A pretty motherfucker like me And the words that they talk, niggas act wrong, I’mma dead 'em ASAP Now we really got a fucking problem I be with them killers in the street, KC to the east, got the heat I can fucking solve it Cause all I got, bet you want that, so once you got beef better grill it up Cause I’m feeling like Weezy, I don’t wanna have to hit 'em up, hit 'em up I’ll be on that shoot or die shit, die shit I’ll be on that shoot or die shit, die shit Let me show you how we bang Let me show you how we bang I’ll be on that shoot or die shit, die shit I’ll be on that shoot or die shit, die shit Let me show you how we bang Let me show you how we bang I’ll be on that shoot or die shit, die shit I’ll be on that shoot or die shit, die shit Let me show you how we bang Let me show you how we bang I’ll be on that shoot or die shit, die shit I’ll be on that shoot or die shit, die shit Let me show you how we bang Let me show you how we bang

hong kong

Lord hear me now Junk boats and English boys Crashing out in super marts Electric fences and guns You swallow me I'm a pill on your tongue Here on the nineteenth floor The neon lights make me calm And late in a star's life It begins to explode And all the people in a dream Wait for the machine To pick the shit up, leave it clean Kid, hang over here What you learning in school? Is the rise of an Eastern sun Gonna be good for everyone? The radio station disappears Music turning to thin air The DJ was the last to leave She had well conditioned hair Was beautiful, but nothing really was there

good life

Like we always do at this time I go for mine, I gots to shine (Now throw yo hands up in the sky) I, go, go for mine, I gots to shine (Now throw yo hands up in the sky) I'ma get on this TV momma, I'ma I'ma put shit down (Ayy) ayy (Ayy), ayy (Ayy) ayy (Ayy), I'm good Welcome to the good life, where niggas who sell D Won't even get pulled over in they new V The good life, let's go on a living spree Shit, they say the best things in life are free The good life, it feel like Atlanta It feel like L.A., it feel like Miami It feel like NY, summertime Chi Ah! (Now throw yo hands up in the sky) So I roll through good Y'all pop the trunk, I pop the hood, Ferrari And she got the goods And she got that ass, I got to look, sorry! Yo, it's got to be 'cause I'm seasoned Haters give me them salty looks, Lawry's 50 told me, "Go 'head, switch the style up" And if they hate then let 'em hate and watch the money pile up The good life Now I, I go for mine, I got to shine (Now throw yo hands up in the sky) Now I, I go for mine, I got to shine (Now throw yo hands up in the sky) (I'ma get on this TV momma, I'ma) (I'ma put shit down) Ayy (Ayy), ayy (Ayy) Ayy (Ayy), ayy (I'm good) Welcome to the good life! Where we like the girls who ain't on TV 'Cause they got mo' (Ass than the models) The good life, so keep it comin' with the bottles 'Cause she feel booze like she bombed at Apollo The good life, it feel like Houston It feel like Philly, it feel like D.C It feel like VA or the Bay or Yay Ayy, this is the good life (Welcome to the good life) Homey tell me what's good Why I only got a problem when you in the hood (Welcome to the good life) Like I'm new in the hood The only thing I wish, I wish a nigga would (Welcome to the good life!) He probably think he could But, but, I don't think he should (Welcome to the good life) 50 told me, "Go 'head, switch the style up" And if they hate then let 'em hate and watch the money pile up The good life Now I, I go for mine, I gots to shine (Now throw yo hands up in the sky) Now I, I go for mine, I gots to shine (Now throw yo hands up in the sky) I'ma get on the TV momma, I'ma I'ma put shit down (Ayy) ayy (Ayy), ayy (Ayy) ayy (Ayy), I'm good Have you ever popped champagne on a plane, while gettin' some brain Whipped it out, she said "I never seen Snakes on a Plane" Whether you broke or rich you gotta get this Havin' money's not everything, not havin' it is I was splurgin' on Tryst, but when I get my card back Activated, I'm back to Vegas 'Cause (The good life) I always had a passion for flashin' Befo' I had it, I closed my eyes and imagined the good life Better than the life I lived When I thought that I was gonna go crazy And now my grandmomma Ain't the only girl callin me "baby" If you feelin' me now Then put yo hands up in the sky, and let me hear you say Hey, hey, ooh I'm good!

al capone

Trippy niggas getting all the hoes, well, I suppose When I pull up they be marching slut walk, no Amber Rose And my niggas keep it locked and cocked Still rep that indigo Told my nigga AK "drop the top", I'm steaming, fuck the law Niggas sippin with my cogniac, I'm in the party smack Run the team just like a quarterback AK that Warren Sapp Flatbush, we evolving rap And now we tour the map Came a long way, that's a fact Look at where we started at Now let's get lit Fuck whoever run this bitch I'ma still spark up my shit Don't drink liquor with you niggas, only drink that shit with hoes My clique sicka, skinny nigga, but you know I bring the noise The young tripper can't hit with you Nigga picky with his dope The big dipper fuck you niggas Hope in jail you drop the soap Now that's fucked up I told shorty "come in close, I can’t see you through the smoke" Now my spliff thick like a cigar, take a picture Al Capone This at least an ounce inside my shit, you niggas need some more Smoking hookah you’se a loser Only thing I blow is dope I see through ya, you can't fool us Ain't no way that you the boss Ain't no way, oh nah Ain't no way that you the boss We got much more for that cause Pick your poison, serve that raw Roll it then light it don't know what the time is But I’ve been whipping while your soul was reclining Every mission had to know where to find it But it was written so I always was fine Niggas be backwards, got clips for you actors Got dick for your bitch but no rent for the pastor Roll with a set and we cold like Alaska Breath holding like asthma Don't let the rolls catch you Focus, I'm faster, much older now It's a new chapter my page turning over Check out my status cause shit automatic Look like a chalice the spliff had me balanced, you know it While they be talking about passion I show it Had to free my mind of attachments and grow up Couldn't be defined by some shit I ain't born with Had to read the sign and take heed to the omens Oh man, should have told her I don't do the lowens I just poke her face like Lady Gaga slowin' Now she scratch my back like her first name is Logan Hit her with a dab and I'm gone like I'm stolen Got to bust a bag of that dank every mornin' Put a nigga pain in the beat for a moment The reefer we blowin' bring me paranoia But with paranoia I'm still shittin' on you With paranoia I'm still shittin' on you Reefer we blowin' bring me paranoia But with paranoia I'm still shittin' on you With paranoia I'm still shitting on you Reefer we blowin' bring me paranoia But with paranoia I'm still shitting on ya It was grade A, she done got a diploma Got steak on my plate, to be honest still starvin' Like "where is my porridge, I burn up a forest" I sticky like Horus My plug is a florist Won't stop until my pockets thicker than Norbit Won't stop until my closet filled with that foreign Fuck the coppers, don't protect, they destroy us So keep that chopper by your side like an organ

fearless liner notes

Taylor's Letter This album is called "Fearless", and I guess I'd like to clarify why we chose that as the title. To me, "Fearless" is not the absence of fear. It's not being completely unafraid. To me, fearless is having fears. Fearless is having doubts. Lots of them. To me, fearless is living in spite of those things that scare you to death. Fearless is falling madly in love again, even though you've been hurt before. Fearless is walking into your freshman year of high school at fifteen. Fearless is getting back up and fighting for what you want over and over again...even though every time you'e tried before, you've lost. It's fearless to have faith that someday things will change. Fearless is having the courage to say goodbye to someone who only hurts you, even if you can't breathe without them. I think it's fearless to fall for your best friend, even though he's in love with someone else. And when someone apologizes to you enough times for things they'll never stop doing, I think it's fearless to stop believing them. It's fearless to say "you're NOT sorry", and walk away. I think loving someone despite what people think is fearless. I think allowing yourself to cry on the bathroom floor is fearless. Letting go is fearless. Then, moving on and being alright...That's fearless too. But no matter what love throws at you, you have to believe in it. You have to believe in love stories and prince charmings and happily every after. That's why I write these songs. Because I think love is fearless 1. Fearless Hidden message: I loved you before I met you 2. Fifteen Hidden message: I cried while recording this 3. Love Story Hidden message: Someday I'll find this 4. Hey Stephen Hidden message: Love and theft 5. White Horse Hidden message: All I ever wanted was the truth 6. You Belong With Me Hidden message: Love is blind so you couldn't see me 7. Breathe (featuring Colbie Caillat) Hidden message: I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry 8. Tell Me Why Hidden message: Guess I was fooled by your smile 9. You're Not Sorry Hidden message: She can have you 10. The Way I Loved You Hidden message: We can't go back 11. Forever & Always Hidden message: If you play these games we're both going to lose 12. The Best Day Hidden message: God bless Andrea Swift 13. Change Hidden message: You made things change for me Platinum Edition Tracks 1. Jump Then Fall Hidden message: Last summer was magical 2. Untouchable Hidden message: We always want what we can't reach 3. Forever & Always (Piano Version) Hidden message: Still miss who I thought he was 4. Come In With The Rain Hidden message: I won't admit that I'd wish you'd come back 5. Superstar Hidden message: I'll never tell 6. The Other Side Of The Door Hidden message: What I was really thinking when I slammed the door

hop madness

Journey into my world, yeah But don't ride my dick, ooh Welcome to Hop Madness Don't ride my dick Welcome to Hop Madness Don't ride my dick I'm the undeniably hot nigga who making hip hop iller Your spot filler, I smash rappers, I done got sicker Hopzilla, I'm like a mischievous prop getter I'mma probably get popped by Biggie and Pac's killer Look at my pock's fill up, now I'm a twat driller I remember the days when bitches would not pick up The phone when I would call them, now hoes is not a problem I rose up from the bottom, "Hey bro, you're fucking awesome!" But I ain't here to brag about a new Porsche with two doors You made a killing now I'm about to bring a few more It's time you feel my true force, from Cali straight to New York Y'all gon' kiss my ass like you tried to make me do yours, bitch You want a active beef? Think before attacking me I know I'm quick to get outta line like I have to pee It's obvious that I got your heart thumping I may look like a fucking idiot, but I promise I'm far from it A year ago I wasn't all that Now all off a sudden bitches all on my ballsack Am I your best friend? What? Heck no You can be a fan of all of my songs, nigga but, just don't Ride my dick, no, don't ride my dick Yes, don't ride my dick, no, don't ride my dick Check me out I talk shit and whip beats, I'm a true MC Only one who tells me what to do is me Take a close look at FV and what it grew to be Hoppa, Dizzy, me and three Z has made the group complete My shit is past basic, in my eyes I feel I have made it Came a long way from my mom and dad's basement When I do shows now the women strip me half naked My motherfucking bad language got my ass famous Now labels thinking about signing me (yes) MTV has got they eye on me (yes) Skubbedy dubbedy wow, this is irony I still ain't giving a fuck So if I hurt your feelings tell it to your diary Nigga, I'm so beast, rhyming over cold beats Finally shining without the diamonds and gold teeth The higher empire tryna bring fire in on me So I keep my guards up, when I'm tired I don't sleep A year ago I wasn't all that Now all off a sudden bitches all on my ballsack Am I your best friend? What? Heck no You can be a fan of all of my songs, nigga but, just don't Ride my dick, no, don't ride my dick Yes, don't ride my dick, no, don't ride my dick I know there's whole lot of niggas who wonder why I keep dissin' I ain't trippin', just listen, I'm on a discrete mission Rappers speaking on drugs, money and deceive women for a check While they boss grillin', sittin' in their seat spinnin' That's like the foulest crime Somewhere down the line I was bound to rise To make a difference, and now it's time I know you rappers is about a dime But it’s hard for me to live when you corrupting minds I’m surrounded by I ain't the nigga you go outshine Truth is, you only go in when I'm coming outside Fuck your road, turning down mine When you greet me get on your knees and open your mouth wide For the record I ain't the type to share If you a rapper tainting my image, then war is what I might declare Just cause I'm buzzing off the white contacts Don't mean you should take your ass to Hot Topic to buy a pair A year ago I wasn't all that Now all off a sudden bitches all on my ballsack Am I your best friend? What? Heck no You can be a fan of all of my songs, nigga but, just don't Ride my dick, no, don't ride my dick Yes, don't ride my dick, no, don't ride my dick

everybody

Okay I was gone for a minute but I'm back now Sit the fuck back down Seem like everybody nowadays Hollywood Oh, it’s like that now? I'ma show you mothafuckas how to act now I'ma show 'em how to act I'ma show 'em how to act Okay now picture little Bobby just a youngin' runnin' round With his mans, hammer in his hands, feelin' like the man Run, mothafucka, run Before the popo get the gun, put it to your brain like goddamn! Everybody know you ain't about it Everything you talk about I know I can live without it Red light, stop. Green light, go! Everything ain't what it seem like Mothafucka I know! Hold up, what you mean, where you been? Bitch, I been in This is merely the beginning again What you been living in? A box, under the bridge, like Anthony Kiedis? Looking for something to complete us And maybe lead us, fuck an elitist Hell of a long way from equal is how they treat us Body of a builder with the mind of a fetus Turn on the television and see the vision they feed us And I wish I could erase that, face facts Everybody people, everybody bleed, everybody need something Everybody love, everybody know, how it go Everybody people, everybody bleed, everybody need something Everybody love, everybody know I been knockin' doors down like a Jehovah witness God as my witness, I'm with this But on the real, I think I need another witness! If it was 1717, black daddy, white momma wouldn't change a thing Light skin mothafucka certified as a house nigga Well I'll be God damned, go figure In my blood is the slave and the master It's like the devil playin' spades with the pastor But he was born with the white privilege! Man, what the fuck is that? White people told me as a child, as a little boy, playin' with his toys I should be ashamed to be black And some black people look ashamed when I rap Like my great granddaddy didn’t take a whip to the back Not accepted by the black or the white I don't give a fuck, praise God, I could see the light Everybody talkin' 'bout race this, race that I wish I could erase that, face facts Everybody people, everybody bleed, everybody need something Everybody love, everybody know, how it go Everybody people, everybody bleed, everybody need something Everybody love, everybody know Okay I was gone for a minute but I'm back now Sit the fuck back down Seem like everybody nowadays Hollywood Oh, it's like that now? I'ma show you mothafuckas how to act now I'ma show 'em how to act I'ma show 'em how to act

dead friends

You lil' niggas, man (You lil' niggas is little) Know what I'm sayin'? Big bosses big, big boss, CEO shit You know what I'm sayin'? Take your ho and some more shit, you dig? Pour a four, shit (Mustard on the beat, ho) You little niggas (Little niggas) My check bigger (Check bigger) Can't flex, nigga (Flex) Can't bet witcha (Huh) Teach you how to be a boss (Boss) Top dropped off (Skrrt) Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault (For what?) All them dead friends (Dead) You a middleman (What?) You a little man (Little, huh) Your money gettin' shorter (Shorter) My bitch from 'cross the water (Bitch) Teach you how to count it (Yeah) All about it, better boss up (Rich) Put my pride to the side (side) I could never lie I don't care if you cry Let them pussy niggas die Ayy, Bentley matte black (Skrrt) Ooh, different kind of fabric CEO status (Huh) All my niggas savage (What?) You niggas'll change for fame (Fame) It's a sad game (Sad game) This the fast lane (Skrrt) Dug up money with the shovel (shovel) I could bury the bundle It's the Lamb, yeah What you been sayin', yeah? (What you been sayin', yeah?) Ooh, it's the gang, yeah (gang) Yeah, them chopsticks, no lil' shit (grra) You could get your wig split (your wig split) Couple mil on that deal, nigga (deal, nigga) I'm a boss, my whole team countin' still, nigga (rich) You little niggas (Little niggas) My check bigger (Check bigger) Can't flex, nigga (Flex) Can't bet witcha (Huh) Teach you how to be a boss (Boss) Top dropped off (Skrrt) Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault (For what?) All them dead friends (Dead) You a middleman (What?) You a little man (Little, huh) Your money gettin' shorter (Shorter) My bitch from 'cross the water (Bitch) Teach you how to count it (Yeah) All about it, better boss up (Rich) Pull up with the drama (drama) Better be movin' proper (what) Better use a yoppa (grra) We ain't playin' fair, you a teddy bear (teddy) My wrist too cold with Moncler Talkin' the trap but you not there On the bullshit (bullshit), that pullin' up quick (quick) Like a forest, so many sticks (sticks), that's that tragic shit (tragic shit) I got the baddest bitch (baddest), yeah, yeah (yah) Yeah, yeah, quarter mil on my car, yeah (quarter milli) Drippin' in Chanel, that's a bar, yeah (that's a bar) Come to Rich Forever, be a star, yeah (be a star) I got too much ice (ice) I got (I got), too many problems, too much paper, right (rich) You little niggas (Little niggas) My check bigger (Check bigger) Can't flex, nigga (Flex) Can't bet witcha (Huh) Teach you how to be a boss (Boss) Top dropped off (Skrrt) Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault (For what?) All them dead friends (Dead) You a middleman (What?) You a little man (Little, huh) Your money gettin' shorter (Shorter) My bitch from 'cross the water (Bitch) Teach you how to count it (Yeah) All about it, better boss up (Rich)

basically

Yeah, ayy, what, ayy, um You are now listening to a Bobby Johnson beat Yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah Fuck that shit, fuck that shit How the fuck I end up with a basic bitch? Basic bitch, basically, she just wanna fuck 'cause I am up And not to be rude, but I think you're a slut But that's okay though, I don't care ho You a star but can’t seem to shine though You a star but can’t seem to shine though Nights got longer Days seem darker Friends seem so distant I might just go missin' Nights got longer Days seem darker Friends seem distant I might just go missin' Fuck that shit, fuck that shit In the limelight, I can't even hide right Took the high road, ain’t it low though On my face, I got tatted logos You don't own me All y'all phony I'm just saying you could do it better Like Xanarchy, yeah I did it better I'm so cold, I think I need a sweater Like cold weather, yeah, the better weather Heartbroke since like last September Like, oh, yeah, ayy, last September, since, ayy, yeah Nights got longer Days seem darker Friends seem so distant I might just go missin' Nights got longer Days seem darker Friends seem distant I might just go missin' Ayy, yeah Nights got longer Days seem darker Friends seem so distant I might just go missin' Nights got longer Days seem darker Friends seem distant I might just go missin' Xanarchy

like it or love it

Yeah, Cole world out in the UK Aww yeah You fucking with the knights of the temple Mental, how am I successful? Niggas chose the pen, while I picked up the pencil Grew up listening to so solid and essentials Always round P’s like some lentils Bitch I do you like a weight lifter and hold everything against you Everything happens like it was meant too I ain’t tryna sound like a promoter Bitch I’m tryna sound like Yoda when I say tonight is gonna be eventful Blackberry, black hat, black sack, black hat, black J’s Uh, black ring, black snap back, matt black ring, black Audemar Piguet Uh, black girl, black diamonds, everything black fam, blacker than blade Uh, leant back, bringing back to back, screaming Rest In Peace, Amy! Heart goes out to her family my cabinet’s looking fancy With Brit’s and Ivor Novello’s, I left a space for a Grammy If it ain’t Adele out in London, I’m with Pharrell in Miami And fuck around and I go opposite of Mahatma Gandhi, my nigga uh You ain’t got enough bottles in your bucket Bitch you ballin’ on a whole different budget Like it or love it Gotta go to drive through to get them nuggets They gone lose it if they see us out in public Like it or love it True a girl that’s badder than Latoya Luckett And I told her we ain't fucking til she suck it Like it or love it (Aww yeah) Like it or love it I’m saying like it or love it I weren’t designed for a budget I got emotional money I can cry you a hundred Wipe my eyes with a twenty Wipe my ass with a fifty But I get the same attention when I drive through the city People sayin’ they worry that I’m gettin’ too flash You know how hard it was to get on Jools fam? They wanted me to flop so urban never comes back When under pressure can you handle all that So the same amount of ice that’s in my rings in my drink I be filling up my boat, still I pray I never sink This the realest shit I wrote Lately I’ve been on a binge Rocking diamonds in a club can make you feel like a king Aww yeah! Ladies surrounding my table They see my Ralph and thinking that I’m stable Wan’ see my house but I take ‘em to the same walls Check in, check out, do you think I’m playing fool? You ain’t got enough bottles in your bucket Bitch you ballin’ on a whole different budget Like it or love it Gotta go to drive through to get them nuggets They gone lose it if they see us out in public Like it or love it True a girl that’s badder than Latoya Luckett And I told her we ain't fucking til she suck it Like it or love it (Aww yeah) Like it or love it Impossible, impossible How many niggas done jocked the flow Young boy from Fayettenam, how you gon’ tell me not to go? The south of France we out in Cannes and I ain’t never been on no yacht before I took the bitch, she went with me, we literally just rocked the boat Nigga, lock the vault, sewn up, young Simba, grown up Told y’all I was growing up, now I’m on ya’ll I’ma load up You was hatin’ me, cops waiting patiently for me to fall gracefully Know a couple ya’ll couldn’t wait to see You bitch niggas better own up Phenomenal, tired of acting like y’all don’t know Hoes fallin’ like domino She ain’t fucking she gotta go Am I wrong cause I got some dough and copped a couple finer things G-Shock to Rolex, my, how the times have changed! Life’s better now, might spend a thou’ for a bright sweater Tell ‘em my price went up now Had the right set up, ain’t no way I might let up now Do you know how ill it feel to make a dyke get aroused Nigga You ain’t got enough bottles in your bucket Bitch you ballin’ on a whole different budget Like it or love it Gotta go to drive through to get them nuggets They gone lose it if they see us out in public Like it or love it True a girl that’s badder than Latoya Luckett And I told her we ain't fucking til she suck it Like it or love it (Aww yeah) Like it or love it

look back at it capo plaza remix

Look back at it She ain't never do this before, but she good at it Said she never made love, but she good at it (She good at it) She make a nigga feel good when I look at it (Yeah) I get goosebumps when I look at it (Look at it) Oh, girls just wanna have fun with it (Fun with it) All the girls just wanna have fun with me (Fun with me) These girls ain't really no good for me, yeah Drrrat, da-da, da Drrrat, da-da-da, da Drrrat, da-da-um-da Drrrat, da-da-da-um-da Yeah, got a new Benz that I ain't promotin', yeah All of my friends love money throwin' Drrrat, da-da-da-um-da Let me tell you something 'bout my life And every single chain, and my diamond rings The way you walkin', the way you talkin', it's all because of me And the way I'm all on you, girl, you know it's true The way I speak, it's my melody Don't you ever think it's another me Girl, on everything, it's a lot on me I cannot be seen, I cannot be takin' apologies Yeah, they plot on me, 'cause that bag on me Yeah, they after me, I got racks on me Got the stash on me, think they gassin' me Yeah, hoodie on low but I stay focused Yeah, it's hard to stay low when everybody notice, yeah Look back at it She ain't never do this before, but she good at it Said she never made love, but she good at it She make a nigga feel good when I look at it I get goosebumps when I look at it Oh, girls just wanna have fun with it All the girls just wanna have fun with me These girls ain't really no good for me, yeah Drrrat, da-da, da Drrrat, da-da-da, da Drrrat, da-da-um-da Drrrat, da-da-da-um-da Yeah, got a new Benz that I ain't promotin', yeah All of my friends love money throwin' Drrrat, da-da-da-um-da Drrrat, da-da-um-da Yah, yah Ora che fare? Questi qua più vado in alto, più gli fa male Ra-ta-ta, pronto a sparare Devi credere in te stesso, non ti puoi fidare Yah, baby, tu non ci pensare, yah, yah Questo posto è infame e io devo scappare in fretta Serpi agli angoli, la strada è scura e stretta Ma ora non mi posso più fermare, yah Quello che volevo ce l'ho adesso Manco stamattina torno presto Ha vinto l'orgoglio e non ci parliamo per questo Io non mi guardo indietro, chi si guarda indietro è perso Money, money, come tutti voglio farli, yah, yah Mi ricordo dei treni dai mille pianti Non mi ricordo quante ne ho scopate Ma mi ricordo bene di noi assieme sulle scale, yah, yah Contano i fatti Solo lei sa come farmi, come truccarsi Ora tutti alla mia porta vogliono entrare, fanculo È grazie al mio culo se ancora ti ascolta qualcuno Sopra i muri, muri vedi buchi, buchi Fino a Brooklyn, baby Movimenti giusti Lei si muove giusta Gucci, Fendi e Woolrich Fra', tutto si aggiusta Fumo ad occhi chiusi Look back at it, sono sopra un altro mondo, sono spaziale (yah) Said she never made love, but she good at it Faccio ra-ta-ta, non mi puoi fermare (yah) I get goosebumps when I look at it (When I look at it) Con te non parlo nemmeno, tanto già sai All the girls just wanna have fun with me These girls are really no good for me (yeah)

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cash still rules scary hours still dont nothing move but the money

Shake them niggas Scary hours no money out, smash the Guinness Stout Play the outfield, Lucille, switched cracks on shields She's a rich fiend sacrifice her fam shift them niggas To Queens Guess jeans she charged thirty-five beans Hit the cell phone, regulate with well known Tone A Wally kingpin who also slam the strike edition What up? Corleone smoke the bone, Tone phone me What up? He tried to slang there, address him with chrome only Grady with the gray beard, transporting for him Rocking Nike Air, Rastafarian bird, piping that Switchin Benzes, ten carat nigga with gold lenses Fronting like he's sitting on a lump, he's sitting on junk You wanna pull a heist, draw guns and robberies You wanna rock rep, step in yellow Wallabies Names arraigned, they're Century Fox, little Glocks Them niggas with stocks, wheelyin' blocks Rich lifestyle, spoiled like an ordinary white child But right now, Sun it still shine, shed light now Breakdown, liquidate God, fucking grab the nickel plate 'Spenser: For Hire', tension when we mention Dryer He's a slave cop, behave pop Isuzu Beige Top will blow that cat at the Purple Haze spot I remember sticking fiends at the one-six-ooh When we was starving, ducking five-oh, paying 'em dues Times is hard in the slums I'm from, they got us barred in We warring and cage dodging, ripping and robbing Got the NARC sabotaging, slipping cracks in Your camouflaging, now you snitching on the squadron That's something niggas can't pardon City overrun by young gun with bad intention and Wu-Wear garment So I see no need to mention, the potency Of a sting from a killa bee, kicking the battery Out the back of them wisecracks Distorted for your get high, you hijack These friendly skies ain't for you, they for me and mine This the year of the grimy nigga, ragtime Keep these niggas on the run, peep my Clan emblem Iron Lung ain't got to tell you where it's coming from Catch us swimming with these sharks now, you rap villains (I feel the same way you niggas feeling) We feel the same way you feeling, let it be known (let it be known) What the blood clot you niggas dealing, you crash dummies Cash rules, still don't nothing move but the money Aiyyo strongarm that kid right there with wavy hair Billy Johnson snatched him out his whip in Times Square Took his Pumas, nameplate, dude lost weight Summer '88, started a fight, that can't wait Ask Dorothy, same kid pussy up in Marcy Blazing that Ted Rossi up in The Marquees He lost like a hundred ounces, Jake rushed his houses Had him on the porch, ass no trousers This souped up, individual stuck, the new stuff Same kid crying on the stand with Judge Kuffner Kissed him with odd numbers three to nine style Before he left he flashing his face like Denzel Richard Dale took his Beaver, Un threw up all in his whip Mussy dropped and split his wig with the heater His shape-up was all fucked up, Heze had me laughing God you see how he was laid out in the grass With dirt in his mouth, Slim woke him up told him he wild out Blood leaking from his teeth he smiled like he gummed out Big bolo, stacking his shit, financed a Volvo He copped his shit from a small coffee shop in SoHo He still pussy, he sell his dust up on the Lower East Posing like he rapping out...

let it lie

Um, where are you takin' me? Aha, so many questions. I think it's about time I give you some answers Wow. What is this? You see, Migo There was a time when Yetis lived beneath the clouds We were alive and we were thriving till we came across a crowd Of Smallfoot, that's right, we used to live down there But there were actions we could not forgive down there And though they used a different nomenclature Man, or human, they showed us human nature A dangerous species that we approached with wonder They attacked with their spears and their smokin' sticks of thunder They called us Sasquatch, they called us abominable They chased us, pursued us, their persistence indomitable We had no choice but to run and hide Otherwise, we surmised we were facin' genocide So we climbed this mountain just to stay alive You see, we knew that up here, Smallfoot cannot survive So it was here the first law was written in stone It was named and proclaimed as a truth to be known Our world is an island, it floats on a sea of endless clouds That's how it would be And then we wrote more laws, more rules to obey For the sake of us all, it was the only way To protect us from all of the human ravages Heaped upon us by those human savages (Now you know, now you know, now you know) (Now you know, now you know) And new rules apply (Now you know, now you know, now you know) So it's best just to let it lie (Let it lie) (Now you know, now you know, now you know) (Now you know, now you know) And you can't deny (Now you know, now you know, now you know) That it's best just to let it lie (Let it lie) But my Smallfoot, he's not like that They're all like that. Tell me, when you found him. Did he greet you with open arms? They don't care about us. They don't care about anything but themselves. Which is why we must do the same if we care about our future Wait, we're below the clouds Or so it would seem, but look closer Those aren't clouds, it's steam The stones are working The stones? Every job and every task is pointless as it seems All of it ensures that this important machine Keeps turning and turning and spinnin' around So those below don't look up and those above don't look down And they'll look 'cause even if they hear of these atrocities The only thing stronger than fear is curiosity (Now you know, now you know, now you know) Wait so, so none of those stones are true, they're all lies? (Now you know, now you know, let it lie) Good lies to protect our world (Now you know, now you know, now you know) But they need to know the truth Oh, do they? You feel emboldened by your noble quest to find the truth I chalk it up to the naive innocence of youth So let me share a secret that you'll learn as you grow older What's true or not true is in the eye of the beholder So do you wanna prevent our own annihilation? (Yes!) Then our only goal should be to control the flow of information Unless you wanna see the Smallfoot conquer and pillage (No!) Then protect the lie and you protect the village Lives are at stake, Migo. Your friends, your father, Meechee She's curious and you know what they say: curiosity killed the yak So what do you want me to do? Tell everyone you were lying about the Smallfoot But they've already seen it, they--they're not gonna believe me You'll be surprised at what they'll believe You think knowledge is power, Migo? (Now you know, now you know, now you know) (Now you know, now you know) Question is (Now you know, now you know, now you know) What are you gonna do with that power? (Hmm)

yesh yesh yall

"This is for the real niggas" Yo, hard beats like this keep my mentality raw I G off C 4 lyrics to blow off them Lex door My tex-ture be the kind that explore MC's, I blow 'em out, metaphor after metaphor I'm more wetter than your boy bigger So how you figure you can fuck with this rap unemployed nigga I should own a fly bitch house and a Benz But I got chickenheads criminals and broke friends That love to get ends, keep the seventeens spinnin' Pull out from my jaw linin', commence to splittin' Brains and body parts that motion couldn't picture Cause when I'm shittin' niggas hit more decks than a skipper Mr. and Mrs. Howe, Mary-Anne and Ginger Gilligan, you need the Professor to take the rigor- Mortis out, I got orders to kill em softly I wouldn't leave a trace if I died and police chalked me Who's the Boss G? You better radio the walkie talkie For these Fatal Attract MC's that stalk me Got a big dick in your bitch clit When I flip this I got more work than a Olympic gymnast Bust it, I cut the mustard, on any track Milkier than Similac when I'm next up to bat "Redman is on the mic and I'ma..." "Dope motherfucker, yeah, you best ask somebody" "Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop" Fuck the talk I walk whatever I claim to do Knock a mule on her ass and turn the pussy black and blue You couldn't run up if your Fighter was Virtua I'm a round-the-clock lyricist, I sleep in my work boots It's a Thin Line Between Love and Hate It's a thin line between the trigger and the finger of a thirty-eight Dust by far, my rap repertoire Be the art of murderin' makin' it hard for you to spar We can chill and puff the ganja, but don't be mad when the Funk Doctor Spock smoke it with your baby mama Get off my dick and tell your bitch to come here Male groupies gettin' shaky when I come from the rear Hah, that get on your nerve neighbour that play the Music loud as fuck three in the mornin' off a paper With mad Zul in the L-S-C In the downtown area, scannin' the perimeter All my boos with the open toed shoes If you ain't gettin' that pussy eaten right, let me show you Then let you taste these, this Brown Fox said "Ain't No Nigga like the" -- Funk Doctor Spock G As I dive into the crowd I wanna see who the fuck gettin' loud Who the fuck runnin' off at their mouth? I let my nigga 50 Cent knock that ass out Word bond, bitches talkin' bout pourin out Cristal And Dom P they better stick to Chandon Blackin' out wildin', smackin' out weaves Breakin' niggas cheap ass chains and medallions You're just a part time sucker in the game Shit is real motherfucker start namin' names And if you name my name I whoop ass like Steven Seagal Give you Under Siege 2 without the fuckin' train Let your brains hang from the 808 bang And if I wrecked your cipher then my Squad is to blame We'll be right back with some more funk shit For all you stankin' asses after we pay these bills

been thru a lot

Ooh-ooh Whoa-oh-whoa Ooh, yeah, ooh I been through a lot So don't try to stop me I been through a lot I been through a lot I been through a lot I been through a lot I'm parked in the lot 'Cause I been through a lot I been through a lot I been through a lot, whoa So don't try to stop me They think that they got me, no But they cannot stop me They cannot stop me No, no they cannot stop me I been through a lot Swear I been through a lot I been through a lot So I skrt out the lot 'Cause I been through a lot And now I'm at the top I been through a lot You wouldn't understand Unless you been through a lot Damn, damn, damn Lil' bitch, I'm a muthafuckin' martian My niggas they bitin', not barkin' My brother say bring him a 'Rari He say he got aim with the warrant I ride in the foreign, you walkin' I chop your shit off with the carbon My baby hair pink, she a Barbie I got on six rings like I'm Lordy Mama told me "stack the cash up!" I just need my ice and Jag up Bitch I'm so fresh I'm Mick Jagger Bring her to me, I'ma bag her Fuck on that bitch and buy that bitch a bag I'm strickly like pimping, got it from my dad My belt is by Hermes, I can never sag I'm too rich to be mad, I'm so glad I'm a Jackass like I'm Steve-O I'm smokin' weed 'cause it's legal In other words, I got an address in Cali, oh yeah these hoes Know all about my ego Know all about my people Know all about my b-roll Yeah, these hoes, yeah, these hoes I been through a lot, whoa So don't try to stop me They think that they got me, no But they cannot stop me They cannot stop me No, no they cannot stop me I been through a lot Swear I been through a lot I been through a lot So I skrt out the lot 'Cause I been through a lot And now I'm at the top I been through a lot You wouldn't understand Unless you been through a lot Damn, damn, damn Now I had a dream I would sell out all my shows Now I'm sellin' out my shows The baddest hoes front row Teachers said I wouldn't be nada Now I buy my mama Prada No job, no deal Can't explain how it feel I'm livin' good for real Most couldn't do it I'm the one who did it Went from ridin' Civic to a BMW (Dub) All you niggas dubs I want all my dubs 50s and 'em 100s Boy, I'm just livin' my dreams Gotta get it by any means I'm the King of the Teens Ballin' like I had six rings I been through a lot, whoa So don't try to stop me They think that they got me, no But they cannot stop me They cannot stop me No, no they cannot stop me I been through a lot Swear I been through a lot I been through a lot So I skrt out the lot 'Cause I been through a lot And now I'm at the top I been through a lot You wouldn't understand Unless you been through a lot Damn, damn, damn Let the motherfucka breathe, man Lemme hit my cup Lemme hit my blunt Let the motherfucka breathe for a minute Lil Boat, what's happenin'? Okay Okay bool Okay cool I dig Ayy, ayy, ayy Let the streets know that the cash talk If I die I'ma tear up the asphalt I got a few M's, I ain't stuntin', cuz I'm makin' it rain that's a thunderstorm Young boy, put your mama on Young boy, give your brother some He straight in the slammer though Live wonderfully after all Ayy, ayy I swear I'ma ballout I'm breakin' a oddball I'm doin' it for the cause Bitch, I made myself the boss Bitch, I made myself the boss I been through a lot, whoa So don't try to stop me They think that they got me, no But they cannot stop me They cannot stop me No, no they cannot stop me I been through a lot Swear I been through a lot I been through a lot So I skrt out the lot 'Cause I been through a lot And now I'm at the top I been through a lot You wouldn't understand Unless you been through a lot Damn, damn, damn

this is how i disappear

Go! To un-explain the unforgivable Drain all the blood and give the kids a show By streetlight this dark night A séance down below There's things that I have done You never should ever know And without you is how I disappear And live my life alone forever now And without you is how I disappear And live my life alone forever now Who walks among the famous living dead Drowns all the boys and girls inside your bed And if you could talk to me Tell me if it's so That all the good girls go to heaven Well, heaven knows That without you is how I disappear And live my life alone forever now And without you is how I disappear And live my life alone forever now Can you hear me cry out to you? Words I thought I'd choke on, figure out I'm really not so with you anymore I'm just a ghost So I can't hurt you anymore So I can't hurt you anymore And now, you wanna see how far down I can sink? Let me go, fuck! So you can Well, now, so you can I'm so far away from you Well, now, so you can And without you is how I disappear And without you is how I disappear Forever, forever now

shrooms

My nigga say he miss them older days But I ain't known to break or fold the shape I know the stakes and I know my place I mow the grass so I know the snakes out for cash I'm just watching rats while they watching cheese And I watch the hogs while they watching me I'm watching rats while they watching cheese And watch the hogs while they watching me Don't fucking talk to me, please don't fucking talk to me, dog It's not space between this rock and this hard place I be caught between all day, I hear foot steps in the hallway I hear sleep's cousin at arm's length, I don't sleep It's no sheep for me to count in the farm land, but dro cheap Turned 21 and said peace to my bo-peep But my flow still on stove heat, stroll through the old street Stoned, crack a cold one for my dead and gone ones Got strong lungs, might mug but it's all love Nigga lost weight, so I use both paws when I grub Cross state for the fucking check, like a old nigga prostate Run it up, moms think I'm ducking her, I got a girl, half the time I just think I'm falling out of love with her, it's fucked up Other half the time, hammer time, I'm tryna fuck something Nothin' to discuss, you could trust I won't pick up, tryna hit me 'bout a plus one Stomach full off of eating other niggas' lunch up Stuck in the middle of the wolves and they issues Everybody got they fronts up Run some credentials like you're Forrest Gump It's a stick up, don't get punched up my nigga When they jump out the pick up don't get jumped It's a stick up, don't get punched up my nigga When they jump out the - I don't front, cause I front-line, not the dumb kind neither I don't like people, still ducking one time cause I like grieving The shroom make my eye tear up The truth makes my sky clear up The shroom make my eye tear up The truth makes my sky clear up

gd up

Allah Math, dig it My block is G'd up, the cops is racist Staircases is peed up, haters get beat up Woman are getting eat up Look at this paper don't need much But still need a calculator to keep up Je-sus; I'm doing me, B.I.G Hit Lil Cease up after I hit this tree up Me, I get my cheese up Puff the buddha, I get my Chi up My team in the building until the lease up Look, you think this method ain't pro-lific then pro-hibit See, I'm the witted but like my daddy, no different A go-getter, I go get it, now go figure Without no figures, no gold cards, no gold diggers To quote Jigga, I goes hard, I blow Swishers I blow that trigger, your whole squad can go wit'cha Ay, Dio mío, I'm a hell of a flow spitter You ain't my people, I don't care if you know RZA 'Cause at the end of the day I'm a problem, boy, stay out of my way Now if you see me in the streets, you better give me my space And if I beat you to the punch, I punch you dead in your face Murder niggas, luxurious, banks I was draped Caked out The Corleone connection in all selection Murder niggas, luxurious, banks I was draped Caked out The Corleone connection in all selection Murder niggas, luxurious, banks I was draped Caked out The Corleone connection in all selection Take over, quick fast, violate, slap shit And every borough, state, town, prison, map shit Drink sippin', no slippin', weed, women No kidding, big business, tops missing Ice glisten, clear vision, keep wishin' Welcome to the big boy life Bottle popping, no stopping, haters watching Speaker knocking, shorty hoppin', rollie copin' Wig rockin', big talking, cash dropping Welcome to the big boy life - yeah Yeah, yeah, yo, yeah We known to do this The flow is losing, it's so abusive Was born a Christian but Joe the truth is that dough is Jewish I over do this, fuck a moderation Homie we focused, my camp Auschwitz with the concentration Meth-Tical, R-Dash, Allah Math Step in my shoes and leave footprints in God's path These surfaces try to divert us away from a higher purpose I look emcees in their eyes, you looking kind of nervous But we knowing the mean, the leader's showing ya King of kings, Haile Selassie, Ethiopia Blunt condition chronic and I don't mean that pneumonia So shorty you and your friend I'm bout to leave with the both of ya She tell me that she need me They always come right back Bitches get repo'd quicker than Tyga's Lamborghini We eating lobster and shrimp Rappers is Ramadan Too raw, I shouldn't spit without a condom on The type of rookie that's respected by the veterans 'Cause dog I ain't a rookie, I'm a motherfucking veteran Light up the medicine, just know you've been warned 'Cause when the killer bees starting to swarm, you know it's on Murder niggas, luxurious, banks I was draped Caked out The Corleone connection in all selection Murder niggas, luxurious, banks I was draped Caked out The Corleone connection in all selection Murder niggas, luxurious, banks I was draped Caked out The Corleone connection in all selection Take over, quick fast, violate, slap shit And every borough, state, town, prison, map shit Drink sippin', no slippin', weed, women No kidding, big business, tops missing Ice glisten, clear vision, keep wishin' Welcome to the big boy life Bottle popping, no stopping, haters watching Speaker knocking, shorty hoppin', rollie copin' Wig rockin', big talking, cash dropping Welcome to the big boy life - yeah

its over

What up to Finn the human What up to Jake the dog What up to my ex, I hate it when you call When I said goodbye, you must have thought that I was kidding I was so serious, I wasn’t bullshitting Did I forget to mention, there is no take backs But now you see me happy, I know you hate that You could be happy for me, that would be sort of strange But hey, yay for you, I’m glad you changed I’m sure someone else will find it real appealing But in my life story, you chose to play the villain No hard feelings, I wish you much success I wish we could be friends but you’re a fucking mess And I don’t need the stress, all I need is closure And maybe I’ll evolve, but that’s when I get older But now it's over, I told you to kick rocks And keep your thirsty ass outta my inbox This is the last time, it's over friends Never been done before, never done again Y'all already know how much fun it's been So party on and we catch you on the other end This one's for you So party on and we catch you on the other end Word up to Rapsody, word up to Ab-Soul You ain't on Paid Dues? so I'm an asshole I really wish I could put everybody on, kid You don't like it, motherfucker get your own shit That's what I did, and it worked for me And now we're working on our eighth anniversary So do you know what today is It's the day you get up off your ass and make yourself famous I don't owe you nothing, why you got your hand out Why would I put food in a grown man's mouth Ain't my fault your career didn't pan out When I ignore you then you wanna go the Stan route When your family outnumbers your fans And you been trying, giving all that you can It might be time for your ass to change plans Homie, it's over you just don't understand that it's over This is the last time, it's over friends Never been done before, never done again Y'all already know how much fun it's been So party on and we catch you on the other end So party on and we catch you on the other end What up to The Beatles, what up to New Edition The true greatest groups ever, look people listen And if you listening, if you tuned in It's been an epic saga, a tale of two friends Two men with a passion for their craft Met at North Carolina and they started on this path They had some laughs, made a lot of cash They would fight a little bit but they would put it in the past As time passed, they became brothers And they never let the game make em turn against each other One did beats, one did rhymes and Once it was complete, then they knew that it was time They say that all good things must come to the end The Wire, The Sopranos, Seinfeld, and Friends That's all folks, that's all that she wrote It's over and it's finished, we gonna end it on a good note

get out my face

It's a whole new wave Sorry nigga you too late And your career was just a phase I got the swag that they want on the low I don't even gotta stunt because they know Can you please get out my face you little hoe And if not like Ludacris I'm throwin' 'bows I will never ride another nigga wave I just find my own way and then I pave I'm not doin' shit if I'm not gettin' paid I'd just rather stay home and get laid My lil shorty bakery she got the cake I love when she run her fingers through my waves When it rains it pours but never give out shade Play my cards right, king, queen, spades Same bitch who used to play in eighth grade Saw me on sunrise switchin' them lanes Stop at the light when she caught my attention 'Member when she played with my heart in detention Sat in my head but I never did mention Time went by she must've thought that I forgot The tables done turned so now she gotta shoot the shot And when she do I tell her that a girlfriend what I got Get out my face Don't you see on Instagram I'm bae'd up Get out my face Baby, get out my face, yeah Its a whole new wave (new wave) I create a whole new wave Smoking dopey to the face Couple chokers then I put it on my chain Hop in the lamb with Swish I blow a lil bitch a kiss Diamonds yellow like some piss 80k up on my wrist (yeah) Get out my face Run up on me, I swear I'mma spray Get out my face Don't you see on Instagram I'm bae'd up Get out my face Get out my face Bitch, why you calling me bae? I might just bust on her face Broke nigga riding the wave Gucci bro, watch for the snakes Lambo swerve to the right I'm on dirty sprite Pinky ring on my finger dancin' like Mike Knockout, we got the syrup like Waffle House Might stuff a quarter milli in the couch My trap phone goin' in and out And I still got a Nextel 'Til my neck get well and my wrist ill (rich) Get out my face Don't you see on instagram I'm bae'd up Get out my face

5 3666

Some days, I feel like I let myself down I love my life, gonna run it in the ground Can't sleep for days, got your name in my brain Can't sleep for days, gotta stay up, stay up forever I'm writing this at 5:3666 in the morning Wide awake still, not even yawning Not even sure why I'm up at dawn like I'm celebrating When my agent told me that no one's calling It's a ounce in my living room on the couch Next to a couple homies that smoked it and passed out So I'm alone with my thoughts in this glass house In the cabinet are glass vials, I just poured all the last out I smelled her, now she's on my mind I met her the first time my light turned lime Hate it when she's gone, but she ain't hard to find Left her on my desk, she made designs in little lines It's 5:3666 It's 5:3666 Some days, I feel like I let myself down I love my life, gonna run it in the ground Can't sleep for days, got your name in my brain Can't sleep for days, gotta stay up, stay up forever Ayy, look, I'm writing this at 5:3666 in the evening In my head, talking to these demons (Demons) In my bed, staring at these ceilings I just bleached my hair and changed my whole appearance I'm just fed up with these smoke and mirrors My uncle sold some pictures of me with no clearance What the fuck is family? I can't take that serious Thank God everybody sucks so I can write these lyrics Go pick her up, I need to lift my spirits They don't know that we hook up, I don't let cameras near us There's some shit I do, when she's around, I shouldn't share Like that week I spent locked in a room with her in Paris (Fuck) It's 5:3666 (Yeah) It's 5:3666 Some days, I feel like I let myself down I love my life, gonna run it in the ground Can't sleep for days, got your name in my brain (Name in my brain) Can't sleep for days, gotta stay up, stay up forever It's 5:3666 (Yeah) It's 5:3666 (Man) It's 5:3666 (Yeah) Somebody, tell me why I'm still awake It's 5:3666

wide open

Bust it wide open, let you see what I’m workin with (x4) If you knew better, you’d do better Tell me who’s better, nobody ho Could be my body on yo body ho I’mma sit back and watch yo body go Hit you from the back like a 4 by 4 Dick so big, call it 4 by 4 Smack on that ass like I know that ho Wutchu lookin at? Girl you know me, ho it’s me It’s me, so bust it open for me This everything that you dreamed of I’m finna put that ass to sleep Yea on me, on me This everything that you need And you about to lose the game girl I’mma give you that good D Yea that D Cheyah I bought the Rarri, I’mma park the Rari I pull up then I start to party I’m takin hoes and I’m not sorry I’m not sorry On my label, I’m top priority I’m yo main bitch top priority She talkin' bout she wanna stop at Lawry's I’m like we finna go to Hardee's She hittin' high notes like a gospel artist Fuck a bitch silly like my cock retarded I pop that pussy like a Glock 40 Pop pop that pussy like a Glock 40, Glock 40 For me, for me Yea bust it open for me This everything that you dreamed of I’m finna put that ass to sleep Girl goodnight Like a Glock 40, Glock 40 Like a Glock 40, Glock 40 Like a Glock 40, Glock 40 Like a Glock 40, Glock 40

srgyrn

I know they after me, can’t let 'em capture me Lower my faculties, lie like an athlete I know she after me, can’t let her capture me She want to dress elite, call me your majesty Sorry to inform you that I get it in SakReligious nigga, Y-R-N Get to the money, don’t care how it's spent Trust in myself, ain’t no one to depend Everywhere I go they welcome us in These bitches drop to their knees and begin John Popi goin', in him we depend Pray the good Lord forgive all of my sins All of my sins, free all of my sins Free all of my kin, they won’t let them out Led her straight in cause they know what we 'bout Trap out the mansion, don’t know the amount They told me you got to make that shit count Police told me you got to make that shit count Get to the money, make every cent count Make every cent count Leaving on the road now, she don’t want to go now She gon' fuck the bro, fuck the sofa The road, wasn't scared, better know now I bet she know now, I bet she know now I been on the road, doing shows, getting to the dough Ask her to show what she really know You can't talk about it, you don’t really know I done sold shit, I don’t really know I never tell it but I really know What you know now? get hit with 100 rounds What you didn’t know, that I re-up on 100 pounds What you didn’t know Migos, Cinco got 100 M's stashed in the floor What you didn’t know Might pull up with a chopper and a 44 bulldog You feeling froggy, nigga leap My niggas know that you was fraud You don’t know the half I came from kicking doors and juuging the slab You don’t know the half I dropped out of school, I couldn't finish math Now that I’m up, 100 thousand put it on a rich nigga's tab I know they after me, can’t let 'em capture me Lower my faculties, lie like an athlete I know she after me, can’t let her capture me She want to dress elite, call me your majesty Sorry to inform you that I get it in SakReligious nigga, Y-R-N Get to the money, don’t care how it's spent Trust in myself, ain’t no one to depend Everywhere I go they welcome us in These bitches drop to their knees and begin John Popi goin', in him we depend Pray the good Lord forgive all of my sins All of my sins, free all of my sins Free all of my kin, they won’t let them out Led her straight in cause they know what we 'bout Trap out the mansion, don’t know the amount They told me you got to make that shit count Police told me you got to make that shit count Get to the money, make every cent count Make every cent count Leaving on the road now, she don’t want to go now She gon' fuck the bro, fuck the sofa The road, wasn't scared, better know now I bet she know now, I bet she know now I been on the road, doing shows, getting to the dough Ask her to show what she really know You can't talk about it, you don’t really know I done sold shit, I don’t really know I never tell it but I really know

aint right

I swear to God, know a lot of niggas fu as hell, hear me? And they so real I swear to God on my kids. I'mma let niggas know how I feel about them, you feel me? Started with nigga when niggas ain't right Ran real, lil nigga you ain't right And I hold my own when I keep my pole Lil nigga I'm just that type Where was you at when we starvin' at night? No place to sleep at night And you claim you my brother you gettin exposed lil nigga Nigga you just ain't right You ain't right lil nigga, I'm see the fake in you Got plenty of snitches lil nigga ain't nobody making you Where I'm from in my city lil nigga, it's easy to make the news You ain't right lil nigga, you ain't right I know lil niggas ain't right, ain't right I don't put my trust in a nigga I don't fuck with niggas, I know they ain't real 150 my niggas, I know they gone kill Aiming slugs with my niggas we tryna suffer end No choice but to deal And for me they gon' ride told me put down the steel G Herbo get you a deal The harder you work it's so easy to get to them bills House on the hills, coupes on some shit on wheels Herbo I didn't grow up with a butler in LA with my Uncle Phil No I was out of Chiraq posted up doin' drugs duckin' hollows I know how they feel If you ain't front line with your niggas you know you ain't real They steady keep slidin' on No Limit don't know how to chill They steady keep slidin' on No Limit don't know how to chill Lost so many niggas don't know how to feel You niggas don't know how to feel Started with nigga when niggas ain't right Ran real, lil nigga you ain't right And I hold my own when I keep my pole Lil nigga I'm just that tight Where was you at when we starvin' at night? No place to sleep at night And you claim you my brother you getting exposed Nigga you just ain't right You ain't right lil nigga, I see the fake in you Got plenty of snitches lil nigga ain't nobody making you Where I'm from in my city lil nigga, it's easy to make the news You ain't right lil nigga, you ain't right I know lil niggas ain't right, ain't right I don't fuck with you fuck niggas When you see me in the street don't say nothin' to me I ain't taking your word I know niggas ain't real But that shit ain't mean nothin' to me And you know you weren't out here with me in the field So damn right, ain't nothin' for free I got forty on me, I keep it on me Don't run up on me Used to pop out the house, go to school with my gun up on me 8 o'clock on the block with my hand in my pocket It's already one up on me And you know how I'm rockin' ain't duckin' on action Them fuck niggas know where I be But I can't trust a soul Gotta watch out for niggas who know where I sleep Swear to God keep my gun right under my pillow Don't know til the pull, I don't sleep Wicked shit, can’t control how I think And I been on the streets all my life And I seen my day one niggas die in front of me Kill a fuck nigga right in-front of me When the cops question me I don’t know, I just blink Started with nigga when niggas ain't right Ran real, lil nigga you ain't right And I hold my own when I keep my pole Lil nigga I'm just that type Where was you at when we starvin' at night? No place to sleep at night And you claim you my brother you getting exposed Nigga you just ain't right You ain't right lil nigga, I see the fake in you Got plenty of snitches lil nigga ain't nobody making you Where I'm from in my city lil nigga, it's easy to make the news You ain't right lil nigga, you ain't right I know lil niggas ain't right, ain't right

work out

I want to see you work out for me, work out for me Ayy, we've got a good thing Don’t know if I’ma see you again But is that a good thing? 'Cause girl, I can’t be your man, no ma'am I know what's on your brain You probably hoped it never would end Like, “Is it the real thing Or is it just a one-night stand?” Well then Let me see you get high, then go low Now, girl, won't you drop that thing down to the floor? I’m here for one night, how far will you go? I wanna see you (Work out for me, work out for me) High, then go low Now, girl, won't you drop that thing down to the floor? I’m here for one night, how far will you go? I wanna see you (Work out for me, work out for me) She like them boys with the big ol' chains Ridin' around town in a big ol' Range I knew her when I rocked big ol' jeans Now the little nigga doin' big ol' thangs Would you look at that? I came back for her Just to give it to ya, like you asked for it Man, that thing in them jeans too fat for her Rebounds so I caught her off the backboard I told her: “Baby girl, come here Know I run the town even when I ain't from there.” And I brag hardly, but just to show up at this party I made what yo' nigga make in one year That's unfair, but so is life, take a chance, roll the dice Money can’t buy you love, 'cause it’s overpriced Don’t overthink, just hope it's right I’m only here for the night Ayy, we've got a good thing Don’t know if I’ma see you again But is that a good thing? 'Cause girl, I can’t be your man, no ma'am I know what's on your brain You probably hoped it never would end Like, “Is it the real thing Or is it just a one-night stand?” Well then Let me see you get high, then go low Now, girl, won't you drop that thing down to the floor? I’m here for one night, how far will you go? I wanna see you (Work out for me, work out for me) High, then go low Now, girl, won't you drop that thing down to the floor? I’m here for one night, how far will you go? I wanna see you (Work out for me, work out for me) Carolina Blue kicks, fresh on the scene Hottest nigga on the block Damn, girl, you're mean They be startin' shit, but it’s yo' world On my Martin shit: “You go, girl!” She bad and she know it Some niggas save hoes, I’m not that heroic Could you be my escort? 'Cause just like them two door Fords Damn, they don’t make 'em like you no more Cole World, real Cole World Them boys cool—me, I’m on fire Know what's on my mind Tryna see what's on yours tonight, tonight, tonight Move slow, 'cause you wanna live fast Up late so you'll probably skip class Life is a test so before the night pass, get right, get right Ayy, we've got a good thing Don’t know if I’ma see you again But is that a good thing? 'Cause girl, I can’t be your man, no ma'am I know what's on your brain You probably hoped it never would end Like, “Is it the real thing Or is it just a one-night stand?” Well then (Cole World) Straight up, now tell me Do you really wanna love me forever? (Oh oh oh) Or is it just a hit-and-run? (Well, hey) Straight up, I tell ya I just really wanna cut when we together (Oh oh oh) Come here, girl, let's get it on! (Work out for me) Straight up, now tell me Do you really wanna love me forever? (Oh oh oh) Or is it just a hit-and-run? Well straight up, I tell ya I just really wanna cut when we together (Oh oh oh) Come here, girl, let's get it on! (Work out for me)

arrete casseurs flowters

Arrête de nous pomper, normalement c'est le rôle de ta mère Quand elle prend son pied quand j'la k1 comme Jérome le Banner Stop tes drôles de manières, ok pédale, remballe tes dames Détale, car mon hip hop égal langage des armes Tu peux sabrer le champagne, me parler de chanvre et de chattes Ton rap ferait plus de maille sappé en femme de chambre Obligé de changer de cap mais fermez vos gueules quand je débarque Pareil en studio qu'avec ta go : moi j'rentre et je crache J'me tape des filles à la passe, rappe, envoie tes fils à la DDASS Putain de rat des villes, j'rap mes billes à la CAF J'ai deux piles à la place du cœur, j'suis venu piner le système jusqu'à plus d'heure Jusqu'à m'en faire des crampe aux adducteur Casseurs Flowters, démarre, déjà tu pleures T'es pas un grand de ce monde, ton père t'as clé-j' en 30 secondes J'ai lu dans tes tablettes chez nous y aurait trop d'illétrés Bientôt vos petites tapettes, dans le rétro d'mon Audi TT On fait pleuvoir les phases sur vos fils de putes Avec la sensibilité du scénario d'un film de uc' Ohoh, depuis qu'on a pris le dessus À chaque nouveau couplet tu m'tailles une pipe de plus On fait pleuvoir les phases sur vos fils de putes Avec la sensibilité du scénario d'un film de uc' Ohoh, depuis qu'on a pris le dessus À chaque nouveau couplet tu m'tailles une pipe de plus Arrête un peu d'écouter les "on dit" Putain, on dirait qu'plus t'es conne plus tu blondies Ma vie c'est "thriller" j'traine la nuit avec des zombies Quand un Casseur Flowter sort de l'ombre, c'est pour inonder les maisons de disque J'me couche comme j'fais mon lit, j'dors dans le canapé Tu seras bientôt rempli de sperme à force d'en avaler Continue de jacasser j'rigole quand je vois tes potes s'encanailler Si ta pute sort sans cavalier, j'la fais rentrer en pas-chassés C'est mauvaise augure, nos réseaux sur ta platine Quand Palpatine libère le côté obscure d'Anakin T'es juste un sac à pine, arrête de croire les bruits de couloirs C'est la vraie vie c'est pas un film c'est jamais tout blanc ni tout noir J't'assassine à chaque rime, autant que Michael arrive à s'faire blanchir On vit la tête sous l'eau j'vais m'acheter des branchies J'suis peut être nouveau mais tu vas te faire plier Appelle moi Netsuko quand je trempe les mains dans le verre pilé Authenticité certifiée Si T.P savait rapper j'aurais plusieurs titres NBA Pendant qu'tu chantes "YMCA" j'essaie de m'faire signer Maintenant, y a plein de 0 sur les chèques mais rien devant On fait pleuvoir les phases sur vos fils de putes Avec la sensibilité du scénario d'un film de uc' Ohoh, depuis qu'on a pris le dessus À chaque nouveau couplet tu m'tailles une pipe de plus On fait pleuvoir les phases sur vos fils de putes Avec la sensibilité du scénario d'un film de uc' Ohoh, depuis qu'on a pris le dessus À chaque nouveau couplet tu m'tailles une pipe de plus

by the grace of god

Was 27, surviving my return of Saturn A long vacation didn't sound so bad Was full of secrets, locked up tight like Iron Mountain Running on empty, so out of gas Thought I wasn’t enough Found I wasn’t so tough Laying on the bathroom floor We were living on a fault line And I felt the fault was all mine Couldn’t take it anymore By the grace of God (There was no other way) I picked myself back up (I knew I had to stay) I put one foot in front of the other and I Looked in the mirror and decided to stay Wasn't gonna let love take me out that way I thank my sister for keeping my head above the water When the truth was like swallowing sand Now every morning, there is no more mourning Oh, I can finally see myself again I know I am enough, possible to be loved It was not about me Now I have to rise above Let the universe call the bluff Yeah, the truth will set you free By the grace of God (There was no other way) I picked myself back up (I knew I had to stay) I put one foot in front of the other and I Looked in the mirror and decided to stay Wasn't gonna let love take me out Oh, that way, no That way, no Not in the name of love (In the name of love) That way, no That way, no I am not giving up By the grace of God I picked myself back up I put one foot in front of the other And I looked in the mirror (Looked in the mirror) Looked in the mirror (Looked in the mirror) By the grace of God (By the grace of God) (There was no other way) I picked myself back up (Picked myself back up) (I knew I had to stay) I put one foot in front of the other and I (In front of the other) Looked in the mirror and decided to stay Wasn't gonna let love take me out that way

dont wake me up

Dearly beloved, if this love only exists in my dreams Don't wake me up Too much light in this window, don't wake me up Only coffee, no sugar inside my cup If I wake and you're here still, give me a kiss I wasn't finished dreaming about your lips Don't wake me up, up, up, up, up, up Don't wake me up, up, up, up, up, up Don't wake me up, up, up, up, up, up Don't wake me up, don't wake me Don't wake me up, up Don't wake me up Don't wake me up, yeah Don't wake me up, up, up, up, up, up Don't wake me up, don't wake me So much life in the city, you won't believe Been awake for some days now, no time to sleep If your heart is a pillow, this love's the bed Tell me what is the music inside my head Don't wake me up, up, up, up, up, up Don't wake me up, up, up, up, up, up Don't wake me up, up, up, up, up, up Don't wake me up, don't wake me Don't wake me up, up, up Don't wake me up Don't wake me up, yeah Don't wake me up, up, up, up, up, up Don't wake me up, don't wake me I don't wanna fall, fall, fall, fall asleep, no I don't wanna fall unless I'm falling for you I don't wanna fall, fall, fall, fall asleep, no I don't wanna fall unless I'm falling for you Don't wake me up, up, up Don't wake me up Don't wake me up, yeah Don't wake me up, up, up, up, up, up Don't wake me up, don't wake me

marcianos reign

Vinnie Paz The rain is gods tears, it pours when he cry But know that you welcome in his arms when you die The rain is the form of a gas in the sky That bring back life to a plant when it’s dry The rain purify and wash away dirt And wash away anything in your life that could hurt Rain is water in its most pure form The rain pour down make it cool when it’s warm The rain sound good on my pain when I’m sleep The ocean love rain and the drain in the deep Rain play a role in protecting the ground Prevents us from the the politicians lettin’ us down The rain known to alleviate stress So go for a walk in the rain it’s the best The rain came then the love came over me Its Pete's Theme let the love rain over me Ooh Let it rain, let it rain Let me know the cold and how it feels And I'll never turn away Ooh feel the pain, beautiful pain Let me hold on to the memory of how you looked today Vinnie Paz Embrace the pain boy it’s good for the soul You face the pain and see it could make you whole Ignoring the pain will make you hurt someone else Go towards pain it’s a gain for the self Pain isn’t bad it could make you feel free It isn’t life threating it make me feel me Kill two birds with one stone, even three By recognizing pain is too painful to see Pain is the opposite, run it to hell fleein’ Negative emotion is key to well being Anger and pain are an important part of life Important as the way the sun sets in the night Pain can help you breathe and calculate fact Give you time to think and evaluate that Accepting the pain by breathing slow, breathe deep And you will never have to feel pain when you sleep Ooh Let it rain, let it rain Let me know the cold and how it feels And I'll never turn away Ooh feel the pain, beautiful pain Let me hold on to the memory of how you looked today

rubble kings theme dynamite

I've seen Ak-47s I've seen sawed off shotguns I've seen all of this I've seen dynamite on the streets Surrounded by violence and murder Say, we in the streets and we grippin' on heat You got beef then we fryin' your burger My shoes on my feet and my words and my balls Is all I got, fuck with a murda Will happen to you, I am certain I'm certain as hell and I'm grippin' the tail of Satan himself: the serpent We pullin' in no social service We go in the store, they look nervous So down me to hell, damn me to jail, like fuck you, we robbin' the merchants The preachers sound silly in service Convincin' my mama that all of the drama must certainly serve higher purpose How fightin' could turn into curses When I tell her any god that make it plenty hard really ain't worth it to worship Man, I believe in my patches, man I believe in my fists Man, I believe in bandanas and pistols and holdin' down, rockin' my sets Born into turmoil and trouble, I became King of the Rubble Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy dynamite Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy dynamite Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy Dynamite on the streets Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy dynamite Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy dynamite Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy Dynamite on the streets Everythin' out here is broken, or blemished and battered, and tattered, but mine You let it burn and decay and created the kings of the cinder divine I am done asking and pleading and begging you recognize I am alive You are done walking inside of the section you’re treading in, there was a line Cement block, hard rock, it don't stop, get it, get it Your whole block's soft, it comes off like skittish bitches We're wolves to the bitter finish Not full, gotta get it in, get it? get us dinner Violators tryna finish any little sentence, we will sentence sinners It all stinks, but where we live is where the set's sinkin' They say sorry son accept it, same old song of the subjectors Sorry sirs, but we don't sing along to anthems or your pledges In your garbage rose the rulers of the restless, do not test us Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy dynamite Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy dynamite Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy Dynamite on the streets Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy dynamite Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy dynamite Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy Dynamite on the streets

no mercy

Ohh, hear me though They'll bury me with my SP-1200 (For sure!) Fuck the trinity, inseminate the earth, now take its virginity In my vicinity, rap is like energy pack Sending me back behind enemy line to rap too melodic Melodies, never melodramatic but hypnotic like cellos for fellow fanatics I fiend for who fuck wits, inappropriate Fill 'em with so much lead I'll call Berger and Associates This rhyme will remain in the minds of my foes forever in infamy The epitome of lyrical epiphanies Skilfully-placed poems and carefully planned symphonies Who would be ignorant enough to have the audacity To fuck with the likes of I and my tenacity? This is what you get when you fuck with the likes of The magnanimous flows of total assholes and ignoramuses M.O.P. slash Pharoahe Monch cause damages The advantage is we banish artists, labels and managers Amateurs found six feet deep in metal canisters, we Show no mercy For the love of this shit, here niggas are bloodthirsty Try, load Lock, hammer Aim, cock Show no mercy For the love of this shit, here niggas are bloodthirsty Try, load Lock, hammer Aim Lil' Fame bring it live, yo, that's what I strive for I'mma settle this before you get to call five-o You wanna see me four-five blow? Nigga, put the phone down 'fore I dump two times four What you wanna cry for? You know that my hammer is heavy And it got kick like taekwondo, now you gwon die slow I'mma show you how to stretch a motherfucker if you wanna watch tae bo (Yo, we down by law) And when I hold this pound down for It's for me to put it down (By war), shit is like downhill I'mma make a nigga smell the corpse from Kings County Morgue to Brownsville (Ohhh!) Rep your hood and wave the flag For almighty Pharoahe, Fizzie Womak, and Danze (Guns up) Guns down (From sun up) To sundown Make you sing 'til ya a-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, dow! Show no mercy For the love of this shit, here niggas are bloodthirsty Try, load Lock, hammer Aim, cock Show no mercy For the love of this shit, here niggas are bloodthirsty Try, load Lock, hammer Aim I'mma put you cowards in perspective If you looking for child's play, don't look my way They have never gave me any credit So I developed a homicide fetish, deal with it, motherfucker, it's your call It's only seven ways a nigga usually fall, I'm abusin 'em all Now will the real comers please stand? Get up against the wall (Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!) Yes, yes, y'all Make it easy on yourself, Danze don't sleep When I catch you on a creep, I'll lift the ground right from up under your feet That's word to 'Lah, be a man and prepare to die It's the return of the hooded soldier, your man should've told ya (Be cautious if it's walking sideways) Intended to blaze (First family) and Pharoahe Monch, studying criminal ways Show no mercy For the love of this shit, here niggas are bloodthirsty Try, load Lock, hammer Aim, drop Show no mercy For the love of this shit, here niggas are bloodthirsty Try, load Lock, hammer Aim, cock