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love is a laserquest | Do you still feel younger than you thought you would by now
Or darling, have you started feeling old yet?
Don't worry, I'm sure that you're still breaking hearts
With the efficiency that only youth can harness
And do you still think love is a laserquest
Or do you take it all more seriously?
I've tried to ask you this in some daydreams that I've had
But you're always busy being make-believe
And do you look into the mirror to remind yourself you're there
Or have somebody's goodnight kisses got that covered?
When I'm not being honest
I pretend that you were just some lover
Now I can't think of air without thinking of you
I doubt that comes as a surprise
And I can't think of anything to dream about
I can't find anywhere to hide
And when I'm hanging on by the rings around my eyes
And I convince myself I need another
And for a minute, it gets easy
To pretend that you were just some lover
When I'm pipe and slippers and rocking chair
Singing dreadful songs about summer
Will I have found a better method of
Pretending you were just some lover?
Will I have found a better method of
Pretending you were just some lover? |
swear to god | Yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah
I spent another night alone again
Woke up in the coldest, coldest bed
I ran into God at the liquor store
She asked me what I'm always running for
I gotta get out, I gotta get with it
I got too much doubt and I don't know my limits
But I could deny and I could just lie
But I'm forthcoming to you
I'm telling the truth, I cheated on you
And it didn't feel good, promised I'd change
But you see right through (You're seeing right through)
I'm sick of taking flights to see these other girls
I swear I'm gonna change (You're seeing right through)
I'm sick of taking drugs and feeling bad
I swear to God, I'm gonna change
I've been so depressed, can't leave my couch
It's all good, it's not like you're checking up on me
You ripped out the best part of my heart and let it bleed
It's all my fucking fault; I can't blame anyone but me
And I gotta get out, I gotta get with it
I got too much doubt and I don't know my limits
But I could deny and I could just lie
But I'm forthcoming to you
I'm telling the truth, I cheated on you
And it didn't feel good, promised I'd change
But you see right through (You're seeing right through)
I'm sick of taking flights to see these other girls
I swear I'm gonna change (You're seeing right through)
I'm sick of taking drugs and feeling bad
I swear to God, I'm gonna change
I'm sick of taking flights to see these other girls
I swear I'm gonna change (You're seeing right through)
I'm sick of taking drugs and feeling bad
I swear to God, I'm gonna change
I spent another night alone again
Woke up in the coldest, coldest bed
I ran into God at the liquor store
She asked me what I'm always running for |
hell | We use to wear rugged boots, now it's all tailored suits
Audemars Piguets for my criminal recruits
Champagne flutes, bumpin' rhythm and the blues
My partner made bad moves, he might end up in the news
Or end up in the tombs or living in the boondocks
Riding by the rules I'll abide by it soon
See the situation we sophisticated goons
I know you live by the gun then you die by it too
Niggas call me prophecy, swagging and philosophies
White on white wagon, call that motherfucker Socrates
Rat ass niggas, fighting for a block of cheese
Catch me out in China stunting yea I'm about my guapanese
My shoe game serious, so serious, Wapanese
Niggas say I'm blessed my bad I forgot to sneeze (Achoo)
There your reasons go, bitch
I got some tissues for your issues tell 'em blow this
Bitch!
Make my money, walk straight ahead now
They countin' every day down, waitin' on me long
You know your way? Where you headin' now?
Me I want everything (Bitch!) it won't take me long
Make my money, walk straight ahead now
They countin' every day down, waitin' on me long
You know your way? Where you headin' now?
Me I want everything (Bitch!) it won't take me long
Roger, Roger, tell 'em roger that
It’s the gold teeth, French braids, call me Project Pat
With the stocking cap, Jason mask on, probably strapped
It’s the Rocky cat, turn my swag on, holla back
Throw a dollar at a bidd-itch, tell 'er suck my di-dick
Cause they hatin' on my clid-dick
Cause we made it when we did it, hate it cause they didn’t
My mama always told me keep your mind on your money
Boy you better pay attention
Ride with the pretty nigga, hoopty, no chauffeur
Paint lookin' like a drippin' smoothy, no coaster
The game's full of posers, big dog bulldozer
Pop up on 'em like toasters, wake 'em up like Folgers
Cuz Heaven need a villain like Hell need a newer idol
You could bet the crib and car, just renew the title
For now I’m po-pimpin' like them Do or Die dudes
Smoking killa but my doors still suicidal
Make my money, walk straight ahead now
They countin' every day down, waitin' on me long
You know your way? Where you headin' now?
Me I want everything (Bitch!) it won't take me long
Make my money, walk straight ahead now
They countin' every day down, waitin' on me long
You know your way? Where you headin' now?
Me I want everything (Bitch!) it won't take me long
It will hit you on the head
You don’t even gotta hate me now babe
Just as sheeps get led, ohh
You could see where I'm going, ohh
How you gonna feel now? You know what they say
Really you know that we don’t come how we get down
Everyone say that Rocky ahead
They rollin', do what he said, no they can't get it wrong
Make my money, walk straight ahead now
They countin' every day down, waitin' on me long
You know your way? Where you headin' now?
Me I want everything (Bitch!) it won't take me long
Make my money, walk straight ahead now
They countin' every day down, waitin' on me long
You know your way? Where you headin' now?
Me I want everything (Bitch!) it won't take me long |
raising hell | Kings from Queens from Queens come Kings
We're raisin hell like a class when the lunchbell rings
The king will be praised, and hell will be raised
S-s-s-suckers try to faze him but D won't be fazed
So what's your name? D.M.C.! The King is me!
Your High-ness, or His Majesty!
Now you can debate, you c-c-c-concentrate
But you can't imitate D.M.C. the Great!
Dissin all devils, causin havoc in HELL
At a very high level base and treble shall YELL
Heard in the heavens are the sounds supreme
So clear to the ear it is sometimes seen
So loud like a cloud with thunder and LIGHTNING
So proud to the crowd it is somewhat FRIGHTENING
No calm in the storm like a beast unleashed
There's no stoppin' 'cause the rockin cannot cease; BREAK!
You see it's harder than hard, not one bit soft
Courageous and contagious so you better break North
Not a cold, on a roll, did you hear me cough?
Just listen while I'm dissin cause you're pissin me off
Cold bedding is spreading all across your face
You can't take when I break and if that's the case
I'll go on, and on, and kick the bass
So back up off the cup while I take my taste
It's highly appraised when the hell is raised
So demanding and commanding that you all stand dazed
The unbelieving receiving prophecy so true
I cut the head off the Devil and I throw it at you
My mighty mic control, already brought his soul
The rock king is so bold when he rocks and roll
A black hat is my crown, symbolizin the sound
Signifyin, we won't play around; BUST IT!
Rappin and climbin beat-makin every day
No synthesizer sound, so silence when I say
I am great, get it straight, cause that's my fate
My name is Run I'm number one, that's how I rate
He's in the place with the bass, and style and grace
His name is Jay he's here to play, and win this race
He's off the wall, on the ball, his name is D
Kind of tall yes y'all, he's down with me
From the mountain valley to the deep blue sea
The word is heard as told by D
I don't sing I bring, much delight
Like a star shinin bright in the darkest night
If you are cold, I'll bring you heat
Like I brought the whole world my funky beat
Mysterious and serious I ain't no joke
Fire from the depths of hell AND YOU CAN SMELL THE SMOKE!
Kickin and tickin while you're havin a ball
Like chicken finger lickin I'll be vickin you all
So +Do The Bird, have you heard, did they give you a call
Just me and D.M.C., cold shakin the walls
There's no fearin when hearin sound of this kind
Across the land every man is goin out of his mind
On the face of the earth spreading like disease
Contaminating infiltrating like a horde of bees
Lord of lyrics, duke of discussion
Ruler of rock, and king at cold-crushin
Puller of people - controller of crowds
Lingering lyrics, long-lasting and loud
Left y'all, ah to the left y'all
Because I rock upon the mike real def y'all
And to the right y'all, ah to the right y'all
Because I rock upon the mike all night y'all
You see, I..
.. want respect, if I'm correct
They're all like a ball that I have checked
And the shots they take have no effect
The punk tried to dunk but he broke his neck
Cause I rock harder, and I get farther
You wanna battle D hey please don't bother
To waste your time, messin' with my rhyme
The only kick you get out of is in your behind! |
making yourself a ceo | She got a big booty so I call her Big Booty.
—2 Chainz, Birthday SongThe other day, a friend of mine asked me whether CEOs were born or made. I said, “That’s kind of like asking if Jolly Ranchers are grown or made. CEO is a very unnatural job.” After saying it and seeing the surprised look on his face, I realized that perhaps it wasn’t as obvious as I’d originally thought.
After thinking further, I realized that most people actually assume the opposite—CEOs are born not made. I often listen as other Venture Capitalists and board members rapidly evaluate a founder and conclude that she’s not “CEO material”. I am not sure how they figure these things out so fast. It generally takes years for a founder to develop the CEO skill set and it is usually extremely difficult for me to tell whether or not she will make it.
In athletics, some things like becoming a sprinter can be learned relatively quickly because they take a natural motion and refine it. Others, like boxing, take much longer to master, because they require lots of unnatural motions. For example, when going backwards in boxing, it’s critically important to pick up your back foot first, because if you get hit while walking backwards the natural way—picking up your front foot first—often leads to getting knocked cold. Learning to make this unnatural motion feel natural takes a great deal of practice. If you do what feels most natural as a CEO, then you may also get knocked cold.
Being CEO requires lots of unnatural motion. From an anthropological standpoint, it is natural to do things that make people like you. It enhances your chances for survival. Yet to be a good CEO, in order to be liked in the long run, you must do many things that will upset people in the short run. Unnatural things.
In fact, even the most basic CEO building blocks will feel unnatural at first. If your buddy tells you a funny story, it would feel quite weird to evaluate her performance. It would be totally unnatural to say: “Gee, I thought that story really sucked. It had potential, but you were underwhelming on the build up then you totally flubbed the punch line. I suggest that you go back, rework it and present it to me again tomorrow.” Doing so would be quite bizarre, but evaluating people’s performances and constantly giving feedback is precisely what a CEO must do. If she doesn’t, then the more complex motions such as writing reviews, taking away territory, handling politics, setting compensation and firing people will be either impossible or handled rather poorly.
Giving feedback turns out to be the unnatural atomic building block atop which the unnatural skill set of the management gets built. But how does one master the unnatural?
The Shit SandwichA popular and sometimes effective technique for feedback beginners is something that experienced managers call The Shit Sandwich. The technique is marvelously described in the classic management text, The One Minute Manager. The basic idea is that people open up to feedback far more if you start by complimenting them (slice of bread #1), then you give them the difficult message (the shit), then wrap up by reminding them how much you value their strengths (slice of bread #2). The shit sandwich also has the positive side effect of focusing the feedback on the behavior rather than the person, because you establish up front that you really value the person. This is a key concept in giving feedback.
The shit sandwich can work well with junior employees, but has the following challenges:
• It tends to be overly formal. Because you have to preplan and script the sandwich to make it come out correctly, the process can feel formal and judgmental to the employee.
• After you do it a couple of times, it will lack authenticity. The employee will think: “Oh boy, she’s complimenting me again. I know what’s coming next, the shit.”
• More senior executives will recognize the shit sandwich immediately and it will have an instant negative effect.
Early in my career, I attempted to deliver a carefully crafted shit sandwich to a senior employee and she looked at me like I was a little kid and said: “Spare me the compliment, Ben, and just tell me what I did wrong.” At that point, I thought that I was definitely not born to be a CEO.
The KeysTo become elite at giving feedback, you must elevate yourself beyond a basic technique like the shit sandwich. You must develop a style that matches your own personality and values. Here are the keys to being effective:
• Be authentic. It’s extremely important they you believe in the feedback that you give and not say anything to manipulate the recipient’s feelings. You can’t fake the funk.
• Come from the right place. It’s important that you give people feedback because you want them to succeed and not because you want them to fail. If you really want someone to succeed, then make her feel it. Make her feel you. If she feels you and you are in her corner, then she will listen to you.
• Don’t get personal. If you decide to fire somebody, fire her. Don’t prepare her to get fired. Prepare her to succeed. If she doesn’t take the feedback, then that’s a different conversation.
• Don’t clown people in front of their peers. While it’s OK to give certain kinds of feedback in a group setting, you should strive never to embarrass someone in front of their peers. If you do so, then your feedback will have little impact other than to a) cause the employee to be horribly ashamed and b) cause the employee to hate your guts.
• Feedback is not one size fits all. Everybody is different. Some employees are extremely sensitive to feedback while others have particularly thick skin and often thick skulls. Stylistically, your tone should match the employee’s personality not your mood.
• Be direct, but not mean. Don’t be obtuse. If you think somebody’s presentation sucks, don’t say: “It’s really good, but could use one more pass to tighten up the conclusion.” While it may seem harsh, it’s much better to say: “I couldn’t follow it and I didn’t understand your point and here are the reasons why.” Watered down feedback can be worse than no feedback at all because it’s deceptive and confusing to the recipient. But don’t beat them up or attempt to show your superiority. Doing so will defeat your purpose because when done properly feedback is dialogue, not a monologue.
Feedback is a dialogue, not a monologueYou may be the CEO and you may be telling somebody about something that you don’t like or disagree with, but that doesn’t mean that you’re right. Your employee should know more about her function than you. She should have more data than you. You may be wrong.
As a result, your goal should be for your feedback to open up rather than close down discussion. Encourage people to challenge your judgment and argue the point to conclusion. Culturally, you want super high standards thoroughly discussed. You want to apply tremendous pressure to get the highest quality thinking, yet be open enough to find out when you are wrong.
High frequency feedbackOnce you’ve mastered the keys, you should practice what you’ve mastered all the time. As CEO, you should have an opinion on absolutely everything. You should have an opinion on every forecast, every product plan, every presentation and even every comment. Let people know what you think. If you like someone’s comment, give her the feedback. If you disagree, give her the feedback. Say what you think. Express yourself.
This will have two critically important positive effects:
• Feedback won’t be personal in your company. If the CEO constantly gives feedback, then everyone she interacts with will just get used to it. Nobody will think: “Gee, what did she really mean by that comment? Does she not like me?” Everybody will naturally focus on the issues, not an implicit random performance evaluation.
• People will become comfortable discussing bad news. If people get comfortable talking about what each other are doing wrong, then it will be very easy to talk about what the company is doing wrong. High quality company cultures get their cue from data networking routing protocols: bad news travels fast and good news travels slowly. Low quality company cultures take on the personality of the Wicked Witch of the East in The Wiz: “Don’t nobody bring me no bad news.”
Making the CEOBeing CEO requires also a broad set of more advanced skills—I’ve written about many in this blog—but the key to reaching the advanced level and feeling like you were born to be CEO is mastering the unnatural.
If you are a founder CEO and you feel awkward or incompetent when doing some of these things and believe there is no way that you’ll be able to do it when your company is 100 or 1,000 people, welcome to the club. That’s exactly how I felt. So did every CEO that I’ve ever met. This is the process. This is how you get made. |
air it out | Work wit me
I wanna thank y'all fa comin out
Tonight
Dis iz sum reel' shit
Ah--hah
First things first
When a nigga money ain't right
That makes things worst
Now he's just breathing he can barely manage
And he's way past starvin
He's really famished
His right-hand man is up north, that's hurtin em
His cellphone bout to cut off, Sprint jerkin em
And his baby moms startin to do her thing again
She left him for a nigga pumpin e up in Binghamton
If his money is right than maybe he can diss her
But he can't, and niggas is breakin his little sister
His pops just passed
His mom use to be an occasional sniffer
Then she started fuckin with the gas
Dude use to be a star back then
He had the Benz CL something
But he just turned his car back in
Mad carets pawned all his rings
Took this thing next thing I know
Money pawned all his bling
Now he just like everybody
With the same old plans
That can't get over the hump
With the same old grams
They was on the block making fun of him
He slid off came back with his hammer and killed everyone of em
Cause when I come through clear it out
Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out
When I come through clear it out
Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out
When I come through clear it out
Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out
When I come through clear it out
Play the sideline and observe
On D I go man to man
I know niggas with an asshole
Full of parole that go hand in hand
Fuck hot thats humidity
And you can't mix money with stupidity
Even though I get my coke from Colombia
My cars from Germany
And my guns from Sicily
Nothin personal but I was raised different
Hold my joint sideways so I blaze different
Give it to anybody fuck an age difference
From those in the world to those in the cage riffing
Rub the kite on your chest and swallow the stamp
At the end of the day they still gonna follow the champ
It ain't about being lyrical
Cause when I get in the booth
I make miracles and I ain't stared at you
But I'm in tune with the hood so I'm better than you
And when you see me comin you know what is better to do
Can't lie all I got is my balls and my vocals
And the only security I roll wit is my social
It don't look decent
It's like niggas left they crew in the hood
And went on the road with the precinct
Had it up to here with this fake shit
They don't even want a nigga to earn his
Just give and take shit
Just make sure you mention my name in da top brackets
And make sure you mention your name as the top faggot
Trust me this go around I will not have it
I putting niggas heads to bed like Craftmatics
How you think your man died
More money than respect
And it wasn't close it was by a landslide
Listen my nigga your work is sloppy
And I don't love them hoes but the purple got me
If I don't don't do it with music I'mma do it wit poppy
Just play the sideline and observe and watch me
Let's go |
let my niggas live | Someday I'm gonna be walkin down the streets
Mindin my own business... and BAM!!
I'm gon' be shot by some pig who's gonna SWEAR
That it was a mistake
I accept that as a part of my destiny!
Sí, es mi destino morir en la calle como un perro! Hahaha
What up kid?
That's right, that's right
Yo
Aiyyo, aiyyo
Ayo let my niggas live
We show and prove get paper
Catch me in the caper on shrooms yo
Let my niggas live
We real niggas that's God-body
Challenge anything, make major moves
Let my niggas live
We giants, live off the land lions
Post with iron, no pryin rules
Let my niggas live; aiyyo let my niggas live
Handle your bid and kill no kids
Millionaire feat, whole family eat
Yo, y'all niggas is weak, got a bird beak, chirp chirp speak
Kids that's rich that'll, run in your bitch and by the third week
Yo mark my word, me and my herb speak
That's that fire move like Schwinns yo
Invisible pens that write light, leave blends
Hit with the JF Kennedy shot
Smash with the Acapulco rifle got got, bolt off, but got clocked
Legendary here, custom made it, shit bladed, word up
Design your alphabet, reps get graded
We in get-high saloons, big bag of shrooms, arm's length
Home of Allah's ten big rooms
So what we up in here, modelin large with rigorous moves
Exotic Gods bust my hammer at frauds
Call him a live merchant, dressed in all red, that's right y'all
Gucci jumper X-5, gettin more head
Ayo let my niggas live
We show and prove get paper
Catch me in the caper on shrooms yo
Let my niggas live
We real niggas that's God-body
Challenge anything, make major moves
Let my niggas live
We giants, live off the land lions
Post with iron, no pryin rules
Let my niggas live; aiyyo let my niggas live
Handle your bid and kill no kids
I scream at the mirror, curse, askin God, "Why me?"
Run in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try me
I'm God's son, son of man, son of Marcus Garvey
Rastafari irie, Haile Selassie
Police'll try to break us, but the streets raised us
It takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours
I hear murder plans from dopefiends, with elephant hands
Snots in they nostril, the blocks is hostile
There's no pots to piss in, Glocks is spittin
Rocks cookin underground bodies stiffin, cops lookin bird shit
Drop on the window pane, the oxygen is cocaine
It drove lots of men to die with no name
I been on boats, nut down throats, pee on bitches who famous
Pretty dick, puttin stitches in they anus
I'm the animal that Hugh Hefner created
The only nigga Sade dated, the most hated, Nas, nigga
Ayo let my niggas live
We show and prove get paper
Catch me in the caper on shrooms yo
Let my niggas live
We real niggas that's God-body
Challenge anything, make major moves
Let my niggas live
We giants, live off the land lions
Post with iron, no pryin rules
Let my niggas live; aiyyo let my niggas live
Handle your bid and kill no kids
Roughneck reppin the set, bang 'em twice in the neck
C.O. flip and jerk the whole yard rec
Block vets, pop barettas, Glocks and tecs
You're no threat, gun talk, the language of the project
Checkin shorty with the Black Tail stance, leapord pants
Yellin fuck her man, makin killings off her lap dance
Plus the young guns runnin the slums, funds is major
Drugged out, got you huntin for crumbs stuck to the razor
Semi-autos roar in the building hall
Symptoms of bloodsport, the slugs are still in wall
Call it a New York state of mind, gotta take mine
In the daytime, the Jakes'll hit ya forty-one times
So I live by the sword and obey hood laws
Make my team click like high heels on wood floors
Ayo let my niggas live
We show and prove get paper
Catch me in the caper on shrooms yo
Let my niggas live
We real niggas that's God-body
Challenge anything, make major moves
Let my niggas live
We giants, live off the land lions
Post with iron, no pryin rules
Let my niggas live; aiyyo let my niggas live
Handle your bid and kill no kids |
panties to the side | I think I fell in love man, hahaha
Shorty cold blooded...
Shorty pull her panties to the side
Told me keep my feelings to the side
For them tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Shorty pull her panties to the side
Told me keep my feelings to the side
For them tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
She move them panties to the side
She give me head while I drive
These bitches flyin' in like flies
Maybach, no roof, turn a bitch, butterfly
Rose gold in that Autobahn, I'm gettin' money in real time
That big hand on them dollar signs, I'm on west coast rich time
Get punched out for yo' punch lines
These niggas snitchin' like I did the crime
I get the cake like the baker man
No Jamaican kush, that's Beenie Man
These niggas hood-hoppers, don't give a bitch no options
I do this shit for my squadron, ain't got no time for no conference
I call up some real niggas, but they ain't 'bout that talking
I walk in wit' my bitch, fattest ass in the party
Shorty pull her panties to the side
Told me keep my feelings to the side
For them tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Shorty pull her panties to the side
Told me keep my feelings to the side
For them tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Aye French we in the club way too much, ya know what I'm sayin'?
You know we playing with new bands, homeboy...
Started with a stack, then I got 5 mo' (do it right)
Could have bought a ball team, with all this money I blow
Walk in stalls, cause these hoes know I'm finna go retarded
Balling hard no James Harden, Bentley truck too big to park it (skrrt)
I'ma give her that work, getting head blowing purp
One hand on this blunt, other hand up her skirt
Pussy sweet like apple juice, fuck her til her pussy loose
And when I'm done, pass her to my man, so Ben can see what that pussy do
And she touching herself, what you gone off a molly?
And she thick, and she finer than a mothafucka, looking like tatted-up Holly
Fuck all night no strings attached, say no on love shit, girl this some fun shit
Dick too long and when I lick this spot I'ma make you cum quick
Shorty pull her panties to the side
Told me keep my feelings to the side
For them tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Shorty pull her panties to the side
Told me keep my feelings to the side
For them tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hunnids
I'm, with the, number, one, stunna
Hands, rubbin, every, time we, doin', numbers (haha)
GT, vodka, all, summer
Yeah, its time to bring them 'raris out
Scratch that, we bringing them Bugattis out
I'mma show em how to get this money
I'm laughin' to the bank, you niggas money funny
I'mma real nigga, you is a counterfeit
Throw a hunnid racks, tell her count it bitch
Money blowin' like a fountain, bitch
All my paper adding up, you only talking shit
Shorty pull her panties to the side
Told me keep my feelings to the side
For them tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Shorty pull her panties to the side
Told me keep my feelings to the side
For them tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds |
breathe | Oh, I can't sleep (I can't sleep)
Your love helps me breathe
Oh, I can't sleep
Your love helps me breathe
When I wake up
Want you next to me
Don't give a fuck
What people think
Ayy, ayy
Plug just hit my phone, he said the pack is on the way
Said I would stop smoking then I take one to the face
I'm a lonely stoner but for her I made a change
I don't want somebody who gon' put me through the pain
When the rain stops pouring, everything comes out
Girl, you're way too gorgeous to be stuck in the house
I would give you everything, fuck what he talkin' about
You know you not my number two, girl, know you my boo, girl
Oh, I can't sleep
Your love helps me breathe
When I wake up
Want you next to me
Don't give a fuck
What people think
Ayy, ayy
Droppin' ashes on my denim
She say she love me and she wish she never met him
Know this life is crazy but I hate when you play victim
Own up to your mistakes and all of your bad decisions
I know you get mad and try to blame it on me, you can't play it phony
I would never turn fake, that's extra salty
Now your life been sideways 'cause you lonely
Now it's on another page, another story, yeah
Oh, I can't sleep
Your love helps me breathe
When I wake up
Want you next to me
Don't give a fuck
What people think |
started from the bottom freestyle | Still in the basement, where it started
Started from the bottom, now we here
Courtside, you would think I was a Cleveland Cavalier
I’m talking 30,000 feet up in the air
In Dan's lair, 30 minutes later all the fans cheer, bitch
You ain’t seen this power since LeBron
I went to vegas for my 22nd, rented out the Palms
Now they say illuminati is the cause
Or maybe everyone of y’all is lazy and I worked hard
I ain’t never bowing down for a dollar
Selling my soul to a charter
I wouldn’t even take a buck from my father
But they weren't saying that back in the day
When I was hustling tickets to my shows, ask dante
And I heard tempers heating up like a filet
Talking 'bout they run my city when they livin in LA
Sucker, I ain’t hearin nothing bout a word
Talked about it, been about it, bitch I got what I deserved
See I don’t know why everybody mad
You had your chance and you blew it
Meanwhile, I’m young and I’m ruthless
Meanwhile, the dumb are influenced
Thinking you live like the music
Don’t be foolish
My shooters make your face maroon like the Hoosiers (Braahh)
Suckers always wanna talk funny
Broke motherfuckers never wanna talk money
And since I was being quiet in the past
I’m on the top looking down, kiss my ass
Still in the game with my same clique
Still with the hood bitches fuck Cambridge
And when they wanna know if I’m real
I say "Bitch I ran my city 'fore I ever had a deal"
Kells
Little bitch
For my city
EST, what the fuck?
Lace up! |
cattitude | Miley Cyrus
Bitch, you look like you done already done had yours
You better go take your country-ass indoors
And put some damn clothes on
'Cause don't nobody need to be seeing all of that
The library is officially open
This cat is in heat
Let me ride that beat
My pussy on fire
Pussy five-alarm fire
This cat is in heat
Let me ride that beat
My pussy on fire
Pussy five-alarm fire
Turn up your gratitude, turn down your attitude
I love my pussy, that means I got cattitude
If you don't feel what I'm saying, I don't fuck with you
If you don't feel what I'm saying, I don't fuck with you
Turn up your gratitude, turn down your attitude
I love my pussy, that means I got cattitude
If you don't feel what I'm saying, I don't fuck with you
If you don't feel what I'm saying, I don't fuck with you
Ayy, go stupid, go dumb
Come and get it 'cause I know you want some
Nashville, Tennessee where I'm from
Since I was three, I've been banging on the drum
Rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum-pum-pum
Rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum-pum-pum
Rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum-pum-pum
Rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum-pum
Nasty, I'm so nasty, nasty
I'm nasty, I'm so motherfucking nasty
Ride, shine, clock said pussy time
Bust my pussy nut while I'm fingering your butt
Do I suck dick? You ain't seen shit
Throw a C-note, watch you slide down my throat
Yeah, my pussy fine, I pop it 'cause it's mine
I don't give a fuck if they call me a slut
What I do with a dick, elect me presidick
Put tears in his eyes when I milk a brother dry
I'm so nasty, I'm nasty (Nasty)
I'm nasty, I'm nasty
I'ma keep working from dawn to dusk
So I can keep buying cars off Elon Musk
The matte black spinners, now that's a must
But I want the whole pie, so leave the crust
I'm the moon, I'm the stars, I'm a Maserati
I love you, Nicki, but I listen to Cardi
I got a new song on the radio, and it goes five
(Four, three, two, one)
That's right, it's a number one
And I can't take you with me as a carry on
I already got my luggage, it's Margiela
And for my 16th birthday, I got Deréon
From the house of the queen
Queen, queen, that's what you can call me
Queen, I'ma have you run to your mommy
Queen, I'm the life of the party
Don't worry 'bout me, go and get yourself a hobby
(Sweet pussy of mine)
I'm so nasty
(Sweet pussy of mine)
Turn up your gratitude, turn down your attitude
I love my pussy, that means I got cattitude
If you don't feel what I'm saying, I don't fuck with you
If you don't feel what I'm saying, I don't fuck with you
(Get it, get it) I'm so nasty
(Cash money) I'm so nasty
(Get it, get it, got it good)
Ru, turn up your gratitude, turn down your attitude
I love my pussy, that means I got cattitude
If you don't feel what I'm saying, I don't fuck with you
If you don't feel what I'm saying, I don't fuck with you
Back up, you're squashing my charisma
Why I gotta be so motherfucking extra?
Back up, you're squashing my charisma
Why I gotta be so motherfucking extra?
(Get it, get it) I'm so nasty
(Cash Money) I'm nasty
(Get it, get it) I'm so nasty
(Cash Money) I'm so motherfucking nasty
You're just mad 'cause your hair is flat
(I'm so motherfucking nasty)
You're just mad 'cause your hair is flat
(I'm so motherfucking nasty) |
sydney jones | Man coming from a city where the heater bang
Nooga shooter Ruger, kill your brother that's that local fame
Always gave a fuck so much my Dockers wasn't Dickies man
Gotta keep it pimping James stomped them out, 44 deep, over cookies so
Imagine what they do to niggas acting like some pussy man
Austin daddy left him so abrupt now he hitting stains
Type of shit, make me say prayers for all my players
I’m here for all your fears you sell, I gotta scale
It’s real, riding, riding with my brother and his Lincoln
Got me thinking of get rich schemes for all my people
And maybe I should talk to my daddy, good karma
But fuck it I’m still stuck in these panties
Take relations for granted ‘stead of lowering standards
I did blow I didn’t plan it I’m understanding these addicts
Can you manage your habit? can you honestly practice?
All that shit that you preaching? always misplacing my glasses
But always peeping the evil like, I see it clear now
Like back in high school you’re the one that’s acting weird now
Had a baby in the 9th grade, shes old enough to cheer now
You see us getting money put that motherfuckin’ beer down
We’re here now
We here now mothafucka
I think we need some motivation
We’re here now mothafucka
Give me that Sydney Jones pussy
I think we need some motivation
Many nights I shot ball 'til lights
Cut off on flight so probably fell my life
My momma was probably right I fill shoes to height
That Kobe could fit ‘em tight these niggas here is light
To get ahead they living like parasites and mice
And pussy will make them fight, I’m be sippin' this fucking sprite
For fillers I couldn’t write my big homie had died
For niggas who living lies he’s six feet from life
I hope heaven treating him nice, why good die in spite?
When Sydney Jones get piped, she young, black, and trife
My light skin advice, she keep me hooked like Phife
My electric relaxation, her thighs give me escapism
With music make me anxious, nigga be all tasteless
Sometimes I feel like hatred will kill me if I do make it
Three stacks vacations, secluded living locations
Illest amount of payments to bank accounts that I’m making
Seasons changing for us and we adding a couple faces
These niggas get funny so Benjamin keep me racing
Everybody a actor wanna be the leading faces
So get your acting right the directors giving our placements
My niggas die for it, she got that pussy juice
I could lie for it, that pussy the truth
You got some time boy, then get some pussy too
I’m the nigga baby, what that pussy do
My niggas die for it, she got that pussy juice
I could lie for it, that pussy the truth
You got some time boy, go get some pussy too
(Give me that Sydney Jones pussy
I think them niggas need some motivation) |
wakeupfaggot | Ahh, fuck, what time is it? Six, fuck, who needs to be up this early?Earl
What?
Earl, wake up
What, I'm up.. No
Wake up, Earl
No, I'ma sleep with my..
Wake up, son
No, I'm asleep with my eyes open, that's fucking logical
Faggot
What?
Wake the fuck up!
I'm up
You have school right now
No, I have school at eight, it's six
So that's why your ass isn't getting any breakfast, wake the fuck up
I can fix myself breakfast, I'm sixteen
Earl
What?
Earl, wake the fuck up, you faggot!
How 'bout you shut the fuck up, mom?! |
ex again | Nobody likes to start over, over, over
Even when they know its over, over, over
When we say til death do us part
Im gon mean it from the heart
I don’t ever wanna ex again, ex again, ex again
So if you’re plannin on exitin
Exit then
Leave me now
I don’t ever wanna ex again, ex again, ex again
Ah ah ah
And be forever my love lost
I’ve given up of love before
I just wanna be sure that you're for sure
Cause this is my last time tryin ooh
Cause all the past guys lied when
They said they would never make the same mistakes
As a last one
All fears aside this feels so right
I’m feelin like you’re the last one
Could you be mine?
And be forever my love, love
I don’t ever wanna ex again, ex again, ex again
So if you’re plannin on exitin
Exit then
Leave me now
I don’t ever wanna ex again, ex again, ex again
Ah ah ah
And be forever my love lost
If we ain't gonna stay together stay together stay together
Lets not be together be together be together..
If we ain't gonna stay together stay together stay together
Ah ah ah
And be forever my love lost |
limitless | 14, 14, 14 baby (Woah)
14, 14, 14 baby
DP on the beat
Huh
Ayy, all my life I been limitless, nigga never had a limit, huh
Yeah, rollin' around in the 'Rari, you still in the Civic (Woo)
Yeah, rollin' around in my city, I feel like I'm Diddy (Yeah)
Yeah, all these niggas they some suckers, I show 'em no pity
Young nigga gotta floss, hey
Dabbing on 'em with the sauce, huh (Yeah)
Feeling like a young boss, huh (Yeah)
Feeling like I'm Rick Ross, huh (Yeah)
'Member when I was in the city man
All these fuck niggas man they hate it, huh
Now I made it out, when I come back better show appreciation, huh (Yeah)
Appreciate my time difference (Woo)
Appreciate my rhymes different (Woo)
Appreciate my grind different (Woo)
Appreciate that I did it (Woo)
Appreciate that I did it, appreciate that I did it (Yeah)
Actavis what I'm sipping', Actavis what I'm sipping' yeah
This thirty got me limping, woah
Ball like Scottie Pippen, yeah
They hate me cause I'm different, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Appreciate my time difference (Woo)
Appreciate my rhymes different (Woo)
Appreciate my grind different (Woo)
Appreciate that I did it (Woo)
Appreciate that I did it, appreciate that I did it (Yeah)
Actavis what I'm sipping', Actavis what I'm sipping' woah
Ayy, all my life I been limitless, nigga never had a limit, huh
Yeah, rollin' around in the 'Rari, you still in the Civic (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, rollin' around in my city, I feel like I'm Diddy (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, all these niggas they some suckers, I show 'em no pity (Woo)
Young nigga gotta floss, hey
Dabbing on 'em with the sauce, huh (Sauce)
Feeling like a young boss, huh (Boss)
Feeling like I'm Rick Ross, huh (Ross)
'Member when I was in the city man
All these fuck niggas man they hate it, huh
Now I made it out, when I come back better show appreciation, huh (Yeah)
I been tripping' all week off the narcotics
Take off on Pluto, got some hoes beside me (Nyoom)
Sipping Hi-Tech, moving like a zombie
That boy say he looking for me, come and find me
Pull up with Trippie and we tweaking (Tweak)
VVS's on me blinging (Bling)
Smoking dope with the demons
Dress according to the seasons
Pop a Perc' then I leave this Earth, I ain't coming back
I'm making plays in the field like a running back
Louis V tennis shoes, I'm trapping on avenues (Avenues)
Alexander McQueen my protégé (Protégé)
I'm sipping on lean not on lemonade
I pop me a xan then I levitate (Levitate)
You can't live how I live
Cause I wake up every day with pints in my fridge
Ayy, all my life I been limitless, nigga never had a limit, huh
Yeah, rollin' around in the 'Rari, you still in the Civic
Yeah, rollin' around in my city, I feel like I'm Diddy
Yeah, all these niggas they some suckers, I show 'em no pity
Young nigga gotta floss, hey
Dabbing on 'em with the sauce, huh
Feeling like a young boss, huh
Feeling like I'm Rick Ross, huh
'Member when I was in the city man
All these fuck niggas man they hate it, huh (Lil Tracy, yeah, Lil Tracy)
Now I made it out, when I come back better show appreciation, huh (Tracy, Tracy, yeah)
All of my life I been limitless (Limitless)
My hoes different colors like M&Ms (Different colors like M&Ms)
I been spending them Benjamins (What, what?)
I been spending them Benjamins
I got some G-Star and jeans, yeah (Rockstar)
I filled them with Benjamins (I filled them with Benjamins)
I'm fucking on your lil' bitch again (Fuckin' that bitch)
She sucking all on my dick again (Suck on my dick)
Pull up to the club, these hoes like there he go (Like there he go)
She so thick woah, I might just take this bitch home (Home)
Yeah, my Rafs fit like a moose (Like a moose)
Her pussy so wet like some goop (Wet like some goop)
Nigga want beef, I'm like who? (Like who?)
Shoot at your ass like a hoop
Ayy, all my life I been limitless, nigga never had a limit, huh
Yeah, rollin' around in the 'Rari, you still in the Civic
Yeah, rollin' around in my city, I feel like I'm Diddy
Yeah, all these niggas they some suckers, I show 'em no pity
Young nigga gotta floss, hey
Dabbing on 'em with the sauce, huh
Feeling like a young boss, huh
Feeling like I'm Rick Ross, huh
'Member when I was in the city man
All these fuck niggas man they hate it, huh
Now I made it out, when I come back better show appreciation, huh |
renaissance 20 | 1-2, 1-2, girl you could hear me?
1-2, turn me up
I've been a threat since Benetton, Gazelles and Ballys
The icon and graffiti in the Brooklyn alley
Touch hearts of the pharaohs in the Egypt valley
My engineer can't see me 'cause the booth is cloudy
Still rowdy even though we in BMs and Audis
Looking like black Saudis in black Denalis
I'ma terrorist attack when I get on the track
If I'm ridin' shotgun, I need one in my lap
I adapt to any habitat, a BK desert rat
It's war, then we sendin' back bodies and gats
Put up your white flag homie, it get worse than Iraq
We know the CIA game was to frame us with crack
So each bar is more dope, heroin in my pen
Got 'em mobbin', back robbin', head noddin' again
Who you shit on to get on top could make it pop in the end
Who's a flop and what's hot got you locked in the gym
Tell Jacob I spit jewels, I could drop him a gem
And if he lookin' for a diamond I could hook 'em with Timb'
I'm Hip Hop before Sugar Hill signed a deal
Before Studio 54 poppin' pills
It was real when Kool Herc worked the wheels of steel
Now we bring the game back into a New York feel
I'm Hip Hop before Sugarhill signed a deal
Before Studio 54 poppin' pills
I'm Hip Hop (since EPMD - "You Gots to Chill")
I'm Hip Hop (since Beastie Boys - Licensed to Ill)
I'm Christopher Wallace with street knowledge, apostle of the projects
Sneaker boxes with the g-packs stuffed in a G's closet
I'm tenement buildings, cement streets
I'm British Walkers, I'm scuff marks on your brand new Ellesse
5% Nation of Godbodies, greeting with peace
I'm raw like Kane, my lyrics are formed in solid rock
Spit it hotter than '86 on drug infested blocks
Last photo of Pac before his Beamer got shot
I'm the Queens, one man Supreme Team, triple beam dream
Microphone cream fiend, top five dead or alive
I'm so amazing, 2-5 costra nostra
Heart of this culture, the game ain't over
I'm the truce troop war reporter, legal life stick you
Against All Odds, not the ordinary shit you used to
I'm C-Murder before the life sentence
Predicate felons, homicide chasin' niggas; hoppin' over benches
I'm Hip Hop before Sugar Hill signed a deal
Before Studio 54 poppin' pills
It was real when Kool Herc worked the wheels of steel
Now we bring the game back into a New York feel
I'm Hip Hop
The best, oh yes, I guess, suggest the rest ya fess
I'm Tribe Quest, I'm Moe Dee 'Wild West'
Treach, Naughty, Jazz Jeff, Slick Rick, I'm Doug Fresh
I'm Def, I'm Canibus before he met Wyclef
Original, I don't bite, I don't need nobody to ghostwrite
Kool G Rap strike the mic, I recite the type of hype that you like
I'm Sweetback, I'm Uptown Saturday Night
I'm Black Caesar, I'm Rudy Ray Moore, Dolemite
I'm an assassin rappin'
I'm Grand Wizzard Theodore when he invented scratchin'
I'm Wu-Tang Killa Bee, epitome of Public Enemy
Gambling, hustling like Smoothe and Trigger be bitter, b
Bums diggedy-diggedy, Das literally
I'm Pun in the middle of Little Italy, didn't do diddly
Didn't he listen to me, I'm all good, I'm hood
I'm Ice Cube before he turned soft and went Hollywood
I'm Poetic from Gravediggaz, I'm ODB
I'm HeadQCourterz, I'm Ted Demme, I'm Paul C
If I ain't better than Big, I'm the closest
I'm Richard Pryor before multiple sclerosis
I'm beef, I'm gold teeth, peace
Mantronix, Stetasonic, Symbolic, Bambaataa, Soul Sonic
I'm Dre 'the Chronic', Melodic with logic Islamic
A poverty prophet, economy robbery, cock it
I probably properly drop it, it gotta be honesty
Opposite a novelty, 'Rockit', I Herbie Hancock-it
I'm Onyx Throwin' Ya Gun, I'm Funky 4 + 1 |
know that | I Strike the Empire Back
I Strike the Empire Back
Fuck the Empire
High flying like the Millenium Falcon
Piloted by Han Solo
I never roll for dolo, fronting on me's a no-no
Understand, doing this for my family
Ha ha, check it out y'all
Yo I'm trying to make a dollar out of what makes sense
Add it up, told my daddy I'd be a rich man
You never know when your fate gon' switch hand
Get today's solid ground out of yesterday's quicksand
I was a young boy who dreamt about being a big man
On small looseleaf sheets I sketched a big plan
Gotta handle business properly, boost up my economy
Store it up and get my mom some waterfront property
Yesterday was not for me but nowaday it's time for me
The streets is watching me, I watch back that's the policy
Moving along my odyssey like blood through the artery
Navigate the treacherous and make it seem effortless
Let those who make the exodus seekin the North beacon
From beating and hog-eating, from punishment all season
From hands cracked and bleeding, cotton thorns in your palms
It's for y'all that I sketch these songs, and it goes
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow
I fear no man, because faith is the arrow
My vocal chord travel worldwide to block narrow
We can blow with the ammo or go mano-a-mano
Kweli is you with me (What up, what up)
Let's make it happen
I burn through your argument with action
My eyes stay fastened to tomorrow looking for a brighter day
When y'all wanna leave y'all
Right away
Shout it out from East-West (from South to Northern)
From Cackalack (to California)
From the coldest (to the warmest)
To the borders ('cross the waters) understand..
".. and know that I love you.."
We got love in the place
Shout out to all the Queens (all the Seeds)
To all the teams (that's gettin cream)
From outlaw (to emcees)
Make it happen (do your thing) understand..
".. and know that I love you.."
Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen
Guess who
The illest MC in the atmosphere
Yeah the Soul Controller
Who roam the frontier like a Buffalo Soldier
I follow the code of honor like a real man gonna
Never disrespect no women cause I love my momma
These cats be giving us praise but it ain't that accurate
I give it up to God, all that love and attachment get
Scary well-prepared with the shears when it get hairy
Like how these niggas is looking like some fairies
And singing like canaries to the beast
And anybody who will listen to em clearly
Y'all don't hear me though, even when I'm coming through in stereo
You make a mockery of what I represent properly
Yo, why you starting me
I take that shit straight to the artery
Intellectual property I got the title and the deed
I pay for rent, with the tears and sweat and what I bleed
MCs imitate the way we walk, the way we talk
You cats spit lyrical pork with no spiritual thought
Plus your flow a little bit off
You come across soft
Back in the days niggas like that on stage got tossed off
Need to get crossed off the guestlist
It's like you gotta be disrespected and thrown out the exit
To get the message
Sometimes your sunshine get snatched like a necklace
When you get too drunk on power and your drive get reckless
Check it, MCs in my face after I slug you then I hug you
If I gotta dead you know it's only cause I love you
Shout it out from East-West
(From South to Northern)
From the richest (to the poorest)
To the elders (in the coffins)
Living native (dying for it) understand
And know that I love you
Yea, yea, we got love in the place
Shout out from up top (to the middle)
To black bottom (sky high!)
Whether you colder than December
Or hotter than July
It don't stop til we complete this
And know that I love you
Keep this fly
It's so much to life when you just
Stay black
My people, my people |
nwaar is the new black | Hey, Dem's
J'viens pas du ghetto, je n'viens pas des cités
Donc si j'dois te niquer, j'le ferai seul tout
J'connais des fils de, mais j'traîne pas 'vec eux
On s'capte que pour faire du cash une fois ou deux
J'crains plus ma vie que ma mort
J'ai perdu des gens et j'en perdrai encore
J'parle peu et quand j'l'ouvre
C'est pour dire c'que j'pense d'eux
À travers et à tort
J'fume pour ne plus m'rappeler de mes rêves
Stress et nerfs m'ont fait perdre chevelure
Téméraire, des bagarres j'en ai connu
D'amour et de sperme, j'ai repeint ses lèvres
À son haleine, j'savais qu'elle était moche
Un verre de Daniel's pour ne voir que ses formes
L'amour de la chair n'a pas que bonnes odeurs
J'la prends dans le noir pour ne pas voir ses cornes
J'aime la violence et voir le sang qui coule (coule)
Entendre mes ennemis dire "pardon", sans leur pardonner
Baiser leur meuf en transmettant la chtouille
J'suis très méchant quand couilles tu me les casses (putain)
J'pourrais t'égorger, te voir te vider de ton sang
Finir mes jours en prison, sans jamais regretter mes actes
J'parle tout seul parce que personne sait répondre
Dieu, Satan, enfer et paradis
Les pauvres immigrés, les africains qui prient
Attendent des miracles mais ne voient que des tombes
"Oui, j't'ai trompé et cela par ta faute"
M'a dit cette pute pour qui sentiments j'avais
M'a dit cette pute pour qui j'ai tant bavé
M'a dit cette pute pour qui j'n'ai fait que passer
Elle voulait la rose mais sans les épines
J'ai perdu du terrain comme en Palestine
J'ai disque d'or mais cela grâce au stream
Donc jaloux écrivirent tweets hostiles
Derrière moi, ils parlèrent, aujourd'hui gros contrat, je signe
Leurs mères j'niquerai dès que possible
Envers faux négro, fausse radio, j'n'aurai jamais d'estime
Jamais je ne courbe l'échine
Dems, #Vie
Nwaar Is The New Black
J'mets les neuf sur le i
Mets l'hashtag sur le Vie
Dems
Nwaar Is The New Black
J'mets les neuf sur le i
Mets l'hashtag sur le Vie
Dems (Vie) |
hi top whites | Day in the life
Woke up to what we didn’t smoke last night
Got right, got high
I got hibachi leftovers, little steak fried rice
I got fresh and select what to drive up
Swear, it’s like GTA 5 out
Swear, it’s like NBA Live
Weather type, gorgeous outside
Ferrari horses galloping from the fortress
Now when you rolling, women notice and some approach us
Some of 'em hoes and shit, some of 'em worth it, some of 'em sorcerers
But nobody’s perfect
H-Town, south swinging, shawty think I’m drunk swerving
Naw, love, I’m driving like this on purpose
Or just banging with my joint lit
Now she rolling with a boss cause she deserve it
I seen this badass bitch in some hi top whites
I seen this badass bitch in some hi top whites
Then I met a badass bitch in some hi top whites
Now I got a badass bitch in some hi top whites
I’m a motherfucking racecar
Nigga, you the motherfucking bait car
Don’t even be on bad bitches' radar
Jet life, we in the house like baseboards
This kush I had to fly to L.A. for
This wax I had to fly to the bay for
Bad bitch that I wish I could’ve stayed for
But that ain’t what a nigga get paid for
That’s how it is, wish that I could say more
Don’t be like that, girl, keep it playa
You know a nigga grind on major
But I be back, keep your hair the same way, girl
I put the story on paper and the weed in the air
Pretty cars, pretty bitches, I done had my share
But I had to tell y'all the one
'Bout the one that I met in them ones |
ogre battle | Ahh! Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ahh!
Now once upon a time - an old man told me a fable
When the piper is - gone and the soup is cold on your table
And if the black crow flies to find a new destination
That is the sign
Come tonight
Come to the ogre site
Come to the ogre - battle - fight
He gives a great big cry and he can swallow up the ocean
With a mighty tongue he catches flies -
The palm of a hand the incredible size
One great big eye - has a focus in your direction
Now the battle is on
Yeah yeah yeah
Come tonight
Come to the ogre site
Come to the ogre - battle - fight
The ogre men are still inside
The two-way mirror mountain
Gotta keep down right out of sight
You can't see in, but they can see out
"Ooh, keep a lookout!"
The ogre-men are coming out
From the two-way mirror mountain
They're running up behind and they're coming all about
Can't go east 'cos you gotta go south
(Ahhhh!)
Ogre-men are going home
And The great big fight is over
Bugle blow, let trumpet cry
Ogre battle lives for ever more
Oh-ho-ho
You can come along
You can come along
Come to ogre battle |
its nothin | I built this family on loyalty
Count another grip, smoke another zip
Let them young niggas tell it I be on my shit
Make a hundred k, spend it all today
What can I say, my DNA is Givenchy
What my swag is? Retarded, what I'm driving? Ferrari
What I'm rocking, Armani, Gianni, Versace, huh
Fuck around and I'll buy one of you broke niggas
My change, insane, my chain, oh that thing?
It's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing
It's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing
It's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing
It's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing
Stackin' cheese till my bread right
Smokin' weed till my head right
Did it all on my own so, I'mma spend all my bread like
It's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing
It's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing
Oh, stackin' cheese till my bread right
Smokin' trees till my head right
Did it all on my own so, I'mma spend all my bread like
It's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing
It's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing
My hair longer than your girl, go shawty, it's your world
Sub-zero flow, when I spit, I see snow flurries
Scarface, all out, all I want in this world
I mean all I want for lunch, is a blunt, and your girl
It ain't nothin' to me but it's somethin' to you
Count money like it's somethin' to do
Summer time, I'm like fuck the roof
Winter time, I'm in 'Lo boots
And uh, it's nothin', I like being high because it's a better view
And, I told your ho my chain so cold it's on Theraflu
It's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing
It's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing
It's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing
It's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing
Stackin' cheese till my bread right
Smokin' weed till my head right
Did it all on my own so, I'mma spend all my bread like
It's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing
It's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing
Oh, stackin' cheese till my bread right
Smokin' trees till my head right
Did it all on my own so, I'mma spend all my bread like
It's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing
It's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing
You niggas chasin' money I'm on top of it
If it ain't money don't know what the topic is
Don't come out till next year that mean I'm rockin' it
Order thirty-seven bottles call it poppin' shit
Goddamn, what you on?
A private plane, fuck you on?
Party in south of France when it's cold
Used to rock all that old shit till it got old
It's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing
It's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing
It's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing
It's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing
Stackin' cheese till my bread right
Smokin' weed till my head right
Did it all on my own so, I'mma spend all my bread like
It's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing
It's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing
Oh, stackin' cheese till my bread right
Smokin' trees till my head right
Did it all on my own so, I'mma spend all my bread like
It's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing
It's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing |
nuthin to do | Check it on the one, yo Com is gonna come (3x)
And check it out, ha
My raps do laps around tracks and adapt
To any environment.. I'm the comma comma chameleon
I use to pop a wheelie on my blue and gray stingray, it had mags
That was when bitches had Gucci bags
And wasn't rockin' Starters, looking harder than niggas
Hoes wore clothes, that exposed they figures
8-7 stepped in the jam, next the police come
Fights there would be one, numbers I'd get at least one
We'd come to the get-together with whoever
You wouldn't know how deep we was, we all didn't sit together
Eat up all your vittles, drink your brew
And then step to the next cue, let's do it again y'all
That was when mad was tall and phat was cold
The days of Old Chicago and Fun Town
As shorties we run 'round, play strike outs till sun down
But the shit ain't as fun now, and the city's all run down
We'd troop down to Jew Town, talk a cat down on some gear
Have enough for a Polish and car fare
I stare, at what use to be better
And think about who use to cop our liquor
(Who?) Our neighborhood father figure
I'm out with my crew, ain't nuthin' to do but uh
(Niggas be rollin)
Ain't nowhere to go, so I hook up with a ho while I
(Niggas be rollin)
Gotta make a stop, take a leak and get some tops, cause um
(Niggas be rollin)
We gonna hit the streets for some brew and some eats cause umm
(Niggas be rollin)
I got more rhymes than The Manor got folks
Had style since I went to McDowell, wearin' boats
And penny loafers though I had the nickel in mines
We use to hoop in my yard but now I dribble the rhyme
It's like rain drops couldn't make our game stop
Skeeter would hit from the same spot
'til Marlon tore my shit down, get down
Put your body in motion only the strong survive
But on the 6 or the 5
Live is how the sets used to be, at the Racquet
Ball Club with music by, Andre Hatchett
Or either a beat by Pharris at them country club parties
We'd be hot as hell and House studs would yell "Aight, now money!"
Sauers I would go there, hip-hop clubs were so rare
I liked the music anyways and it was always hoes there
Whitney Young and Kenwood was said to have the best chicks
But mostly Hyde Park and V hoes is who I messed with
The best shit was troopin' to the loop in your precisions
Cut class to get ass, but still go to division (I remember that)
Over Yamela's crib while his old girl was at work
Bust a spoolie on the spread, but still have some on your shirt
I'm out with my crew, ain't nuthin' to do but uh
(Niggas be rollin)
Ain't nowhere to go, so I hook up with a ho while I
(Niggas be rollin)
Gotta make a stop, take a leak and get some tops, cause um
(Niggas be rollin)
We gonna hit the streets for some brew and some eats cause umm
(Niggas be rollin)
I tuned into BMX, and taped Farley on the tonemaster
Took the 6 instead of the 28 to get home faster
Then HPK was the only station that would fuck with rap
You was on The Shore by yourself cats'd (would) say "Up your hat."
What you could you'd make of it, if you was a gump they'd take your shit
Either fight or break for it, we'd go to the lake and get full
My drink then was Boone's and Red Bull
I remember swimming in Avalon, and peeing in the pool
I thought I was cool, with my "Members Only" and a bald fade
Walk to Walgreens to get the Sportin' Waves pomade
And soft brush, as we got older we would stalk, rush, and bang fags
Go to Marshall's and change tags, I snagged 'nuff niggas
In games of Off the Wall, and softball, "Piggy one" I would call
When I first got my three way callin', I caught marks tryin' to lie
Home of the original gangbangers, and ain't nobody shy
I'm out with my crew, ain't nuthin' to do but uh
(Niggas be rollin)
Ain't nowhere to go, so I hook up with a ho while I
(Niggas be rollin)
Gotta make a stop, take a leak and get some tops, cause um
(Niggas be rollin)
We gonna hit the streets for some brew and some eats cause umm
(Niggas be rollin)
("I'm Petey Wheatstraw from the Southside of Chicago") |
fairy tales | Fairytale
Is it real girl?
Is it really real girl?
Is it really real girl?
Is it really real?
Something I can feel girl
Worth a couple bills
Or something that you paid for
Is it really real?
Uh, let me go wit it
Let me flow wit it
Yea it look official
But why it don't jiggle?
No I'm not trippin
And yeah I been sippin
Her tax bracket been different since shawty started strippin
I'm a real nigga
I got a lot of manners
But shawty know I'm a rapper
So that don't even matter
Ass need a saddle
Shots like an addict
Mama made her pretty
Doctor made her fatter
I ain't gone judge
Throwin you a dub
Ass shots is a plus
Attention is a must
Never big enough
A twenty somethin cup
She was the queen of the club
See boy she been in love
Yea back it up for a real nigga
You could probably fall in love with a real nigga
A lot of women think a butt is a meal ticket
But if a nigga catch a nut bet he feel different
Yea Back it up for a real nigga
And you can probably get a cup from a real nigga
And you nervous cause ya ass probably feel different
You fairytaling but I'm liable to still hit it
8 shots of cc's will have that ass looking so right
You might live and you might die
But who gives a fuck you here tonight
Ah yea Lord
And its simple as that baby
We wrote this song
Not to shit on you
But to embrace it
But you must know you have to do it in moderation
Make sure the shit proportional
We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots
Then you look like a fucking fool
Some of you bitches look stupid as fuck
Bitches with big asses
Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass
How the fuck you wipe your ass
You can't be wiping your ass
It got to be a lot of shit in your ass
I can barely wipe my ass
Cause I got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point
I'm just saying
Get the ass shots right
And if you light skin you might want to be careful
You bitches get a lot of spots on your ass
I've seen it
Bitches asses looking like dalmatians and shit
I love you though I'll still fuck |
trophies | Had hit records on my demo
Did y'all boys not get the memo?
I do not stay at the Intercontinental
And anything I got is not a rental
I own that mu'fucka
Figured out this shit is simple
My stock been going up like a crescendo
A bunch of handshakes from the fakes
But nigga, I do not wanna be friends though
I told y'all mu'fuckas
Man, this shit is not a love song
This a "fuck-a-stripper-on-the-mink-rug" song
This a "fuck-them-boys-forever, hold-a-grudge" song
"Pop-some-fucking-champagne-in-the-tub" song
Nigga, "just-because" song
Damn
What's the move? Can I tell the truth?
If I was doing this for you then I'd have nothing left to prove
Nah, this for me though
I'm just tryna stay alive and take care of my people
And they don't have no award for that
Trophies, trophies
And they don't have no award for that
Shit don't come with trophies, ain't no envelopes to open
I just do it cause I'm 'sposed to, nigga
Bitch I go to Dreams with a suitcase
I got my whole country on a new wave
She like, "I heard all your niggas stay where you stay"
House so big I haven't seen them boys in two days
Bitch, I use a walkie-talkie just to get a beverage
I saw my parents split up right after the wedding
That taught my ass to stay committed, fuck the credit
Bitch, check the numbers, I'm the one who really get it
I told y'all mu'fuckas
Man, this shit is not a love song
This a "doing-me-and-only-God-can-judge" song
"I-do-not-know-what-the-fuck-you-thought-it-was" song
"Pop-some-fucking-champagne-in-the-tub" song
Nigga, "just-because" song
Damn
What's the move? Can I tell the truth?
If I was doing this for you then I'd have nothing left to prove
Nah, this for me though
I'm just tryna stay alive and take care of my people
And they don't have no award for that
Trophies, trophies
And they don't have no award for that
Shit don't come with trophies, ain't no envelopes to open
I just do it cause I'm 'sposed to, nigga |
gold 88 | Gold 88, 88
Pumpin' twist somethin', break it down
We can get it jumpin'
88s in my projects, swear I came here to riot
With a gang of niggas, orangutan niggas
Playing Russian roulette in the lobby
With a gang of gold, fuck her face
Then hit the avenue, send her home, I think a cab will do
Never loved these hoes, I think I love this hoe
Wait, (Shut the fuck up)
Seven digits for the chain nigga
Egyptian sculpture for the rain nigga
When the flex bomb drop nigga cold homie
Coolin' out where it never rain nigga
Screamin hallelujah fuckin with the double X why'd ya do it?
Leave you hangin' watch your momma mop the fluid
Now your casket closed screaming 'how they knew ya'
Gold 88, 88
Pumpin' twist somethin', break it down
We can get it jumpin'
Gold 88, 88
Gold 88, 88
Marc Jacobs straight for the poncho
Chiefin' wit' the head honcho
Ball in a different timezone
Put an extra scale in my condo
and the sun is out
never lost the nails
I remember and
What the rumor is, give a fuck 'bout what the rumor is
I'm factin' niggas so popular
Shittin' all in yo binoculars
Shoot it nigga ain't no stoppin' us
We them diamonds try to rock with us
Can't fuck with mi-mi
Sippin' and its all for mi-mi
Every time she call, she just tryna see me
Don't ya man just wish he be me
Gold 88, 88
Pumpin' twist somethin', break it down
We can get it jumpin'
Gold 88, 88
Gold 88, 88 |
got them mad | Doin a lil stuntin (got em mad, got em mad)
Doin a lil somethin (got em mad, got em mad)
Now they mad cause I'm doin a lil somethin
Now they mad cause I'm doin a lil somethin
Came from nowhere
I mean I came from nowhere, nowhere
Yo
Got my rims from Afghanistan
Bout to wrap it up, Pakistan
Might jump ship with 400 grand
I can cop some ice, avalanche
And I should have brought the rice out
Jody Highroller, finna pull the dice out
I can sneeze, I can change the breeze to winter season
Wintergreen lime slime looks like Slimer sleepin
And I work the wood like a log cabin
All this rice I brought I should have bought a china cabinet
Bob and weave, I can breathe in the Florida Keys
I might go on vacation, palm trees |
don queen don q diss | —Don't gotta do that
And Don Q together
Who’s that?
Yeah, yeah, because they was—they…
Who's that?
Yo, we only doin' this shit once
It get real frightening, you know?
I get real disrespectful when niggas get neglectful of what we do over here
Highbridge stand the fuck up, yeah
Canada!
Uh, live from the DM, I’m hollerin' at your BM
We discussin' which color casket you 'bout to leave in
I did this shit for no reason, I'm lettin' rookies battle
But how did I get in this battle with A Boogie's shadow?
Big Apple, New York City, more to pity
How could I beef with a dude only poppin' in four cities?
I made Forbes with Diddys and sat top floors with 50s
And now I’m fully open, I play the bully on ’em
Call for your squad, your rescue get decimated
You lookin' like a Styles P nephew that never made it
Forever hated on niggas like Boogie and me
’Cause we was poppin' in New York and every hood that you see
The day you beat me will be the day you see see
HOT 97 feedin' you more lovin' than they feed me
Don’t let these niggas gas you on that podcast and CC
Highbridge, the Label, but only one of y'all on TV
Only one of y'all'll see awards and eat with the stars
It ain't really hard to figure out who I'm speakin' up for
Now that my foot and knee in the door, let's talk about it, no walkin' out it
We 'bout to see Le'Quincy body with the chalk around it
I got the full baggage
You drive a Jeep Wrangler, the basic edition, shit ain't even the full package
Someone tell Quincy I turn beef into mince meat
Hottest of the century, why did he go up against me?
I show niggas love and hatred niggas wanna throw back
He tempted me but never had this energy for Kodak
You paid DreamDoll for a feature to get the pussy
And somehow you think you fuckin' with me
The first night I seen DreamDoll I fucked her for free
And now you walk around like somehow you got one up on me
Nigga please, this your brother part
This nigga found Soulja Boy's Gucci headband and wore it in his cover art
Why battle with A Boogie's shadow?
Why battle with A Boogie's shadow?
He ain't even a chapter, he ain't even a factor
QP and Bubba touchin' way more money than him, they ain't even the rappers
It hurts when you kill a nigga you love
Ironic that the salt thrown from the niggas that's slugs
Chewin' these niggas with no ingestion
I got a real message for my brother Quincy, my nigga, it's time to go get tested
It's a couple hoes in Starlets I know you infected
You really out here fuckin' raw with a scrotum infection
And what's worse is you know it, still you go unprotected
You need to focus on a hit, need to go get a record
See you can find a Don Q in the ho nigga section
Go get injected with whatever medicine you need to clear up
'Cause them pills ain't workin' for every time it flare up
Yuck, I'ma let you breathe on that
I'm really beggin' that you think about your physical health
You'll never see your fuckin' album on a physical shelf
I'll beat your ass, whip your kid with the belt
You never flipped it to sell
You're not a hustler, your daddy was a customer
I got the info from your baby mama playin' nympho
You drive a foreign but them 25 hundred dollar hosts ain't enough for you to pay those rentals
You a shameless mental, well my aim is mental, fuck it
My whole mood I showed y'all fuck it
My dick, I done told y'all suck it
I'll punch your fat ass in your stomach
And make everything in it go up it
You wrote a tape for your nigga that died
You made a promise it would pop and that the shit would be live
Hurts that you had to tell my nigga a lie
'Cause that mixtape flopped and so did your other five
Put the gun aside, my nigga, you ain't the one to shoot
Big guns, nigga, you got locked for a .22
Pussy gotta keep a gun on his waist
'Cause you lil' niggas scared to get punched in your face
Jada said it best, Quincy made his bed to rest
Invest in a better vest
Better for my case, these bullets rather hit your head than chest
Quit actin' like you the mob
You tryna play Gianni
But you got ran out of Amazura and Avianne
The Bridge is over, The Bridge is over
I got an extra long clip that'll hit your soldiers
My hand shoot like shampoo hit his head and shoulders
I'll send his nine year old a Barbie just to send condolence
Uh, not the money on the head
40 minutes on stage can put a hundred on his head
I made so much millis and hundreds of this bread
I can have the whole Highbridge comin' for his head
Top floor, Glock's stocked in the top drawer by the 38
Bound to bring Le'Quincy Anderson up to the pearly gates
Your daughter just came from turnin' eight
And takin' L's right in front of her is what you tryna perpetrate?
All this blood make me regurgitate
Don't let my Bronx niggas move and have to boost up the murder rate
But since we're goin' here, I'll let you know I'm here
'Cause this record right here's 'bout to give you more shine than A Boogie ever gave you in your whole career
I spit fire, you from the eastside of the Bronx, you just a Highbridge dick-rider
You mad at my nigga Mula 'cause his shit hotter
I know how it feels
Nah, I'm lyin', I don't know how it feels
I just know that everywhere I go a nigga know I'm s'posed to be real
And I don't know how exposin' me feel, fuck nigga
Just to keep it real, I'm only doin' this shit with you once
You know, I… I hope, I hope you enjoyed this shit though
I hope, I hope you take this as a blessing, you know?
This, this is a lot of pay-per-view time you're gettin' right now
I know you not used to this, you a little frightened
But it's okay, my son, you know I still fuck with you, nigga
And you know, I mean, at least off of this, at least the celebrities might know your name now, you know?
Like… I hope I did that for you
Oh, in other words too, you wild ugly, nigga
Wild fuckin' ugly, nigga
You wild ugly, nigga
Fuck outta here |
it aint easy | Keepin' it real
I take a shot of Hennessy
Now I'm strong enough to face the madness
Nickel bag full of cess weed laced with hash
Phone calls from my niggas on the other side
Two childhood friends just died, I couldn't cry
A damn shame, when will we ever change?
And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brain?
Arguments with my boo, it's true
I spend more time with my niggas than I do with you
But everywhere it's the same thang
That's the game, I'll be damned if a thang changed
Fuck the fame, I'll be hustlin' to make a million
Lord knows ain't no love for us ghetto children
So we cold, Rag-top slowin' down, time to stop for gas
Beep my horn for a hoochie with a proper ass
Uh, it ain't easy, that's my motto
Drinkin' Tanqueray straight out the bottle
Everybody wanna know if I'm insane
My baby mama got a mind full of silly games
And all the drama got me stressin' like I'm hopeless
I can't cope, me and the homies smokin' roaches
'Cause we broke, late night, hangin' out 'til the sunrise
Gettin' high, watchin' the cops roll by
It ain't easy; that's right, it ain't easy
—easy being me
Will I see the penitentiary or will I stay free?
It ain't easy being me
Will I see the penitentiary or will I stay free?
It ain't easy being me
Will I see the penitentiary or will I stay free?
I can't sleep, niggas plottin' on me, kill me while I'm dreamin'
Wake up sweaty and screamin'
'Cause I can hear them suckers schemin'
Probably paranoid, problem is them punks be fantasizin'
A brother bite the bullet, open fire and I died
I wonder why, it's just the way it is, even now
Lookin' out for these killa kids 'cause they wild
Bill Clinton, can you recognize a nigga representin'
Doin' twenty to life in San Quentin?
Gettin' calls from my nigga Mike Tyson, ain't nothin' nice
Yo 'Pac, do somethin' righteous with your life
And even though you're innocent you still a nigga
So they figure, rather have you behind bars than triggers
But I'ma hold you down and holla Thug Life
Lickin' shots 'til I see my niggas free on the block
But no, it ain't easy, ha ha ha
'Til I see my niggas free on the block, uh, it ain't easy
It ain't easy being me
Will I see the penitentiary or will I stay free?
It ain't easy being me
Will I see the penitentiary or will I stay free?
It ain't easy being me
Will I see the penitentiary…
Lately been reminiscin' about Peppermint Schnapps
In Junior High hit the block
Keep an eye on the cops while d-boys slang rocks
Just a project kid without a conscience
I'm havin' dreams of hearin' screams at my concerts
Me and all my childhood peers
Through the years tryin' to stack a little green
I was only seventeen when I started servin' fiends
And I wish there was another way to stack a dolla
Sold my Impala 'cause these hard times make me wanna holla
Will I live to see tomorrow? Am I fallin' off?
I hit the weed and then proceed to say: "Fuck all of y'all!"
Ain't nobody down with me, I'm thuggin'
I can't go home, 'cause muh'fuckers think I'm buggin'
So now I'm in this high-powered cell at the county jail
Punk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail
What do I do in these county blues?
Gettin' battered and bruised by the you-know-who
And these fakes get to shakin' when they face me
Snakes ain't got enough nuts to replace me
Sittin' in this livin' hell, listenin' to niggas yell
Tryin' to torture 'em to tell, I'm gettin' mail
But ain't nobody sayin' much, the same old nuts
Is makin' bucks while these sluts is gettin' fucked
They violated my probation
And it seems I'll be goin' on a long vacation
Meanwhile it ain't easy… no, it ain't easy
It ain't easy being me
Will I see the penitentiary or will I stay free?
It ain't easy being me
Will I see the penitentiary or will I stay free?
It ain't easy being me
Will I see the penitentiary or will I stay free?
It ain't easy being me
Will I see the penitentiary or will I stay free?
It ain't easy being me
Will I see the penitentiary or will I stay free?
It ain't easy being me
Will I see the penitentiary or will I stay free? |
westside story | Crip niggas, Blood niggas, ese's, Asians
Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, white boys, Jamaicans
Latin Kings, Disciples, Vice Lords, Haitians
All these motherfuckers been patiently waitin'
Since the West coast fell off, the streets been watchin'
The West coast never fell off, I was asleep in Compton
Aftermath been here, the beats been knockin'
Nate Dogg doin' his thing, DPG still poppin'
I got California Love, fuckin' bitches to that 'Pac shit
And Westside Connection, been had it locked bitch
I'm in the rearview, my guns is cockin'
I put red dots on that nigga head like Rodman
All Stars, fat laces, gun charge, court cases
Fought that, not guilty, I'm back, niggas hate me
Been there, done that, sold crack, got jacked
Got shot, came back, jumped on Dre's back
Payback, homey I'm bringin' C.A. back
And I don't do button up shirts or drive Maybachs
All you old record labels tryin' to advance
Aftermath bitch, take it like a muh'fuckin' man
If you take a look in my eyes
You see I'll be a gangsta till I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell 'em where you from, nigga Westside
If you take a look in my eyes
You see I'll be a gangsta till I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell 'em where you from, nigga Westside
I'm lowridin' homey, six trey Impala
Gold D's spinnin', chrome hydraulics
Run up on my lo-lo, you stop breathin'
Hollow tips make niggas disappear like Houdini
Gang bangin' is real, homey I'm living proof
Like Snoop Dogg, C-walkin' on top of the devil's roof
Rap critics wanna converse about this and that
Cause red strings in his Converse, and this a Dre track
Keep jibbin' and jabbin', I pull the .38
Magnum and get to clickin' and clackin', your homies wanna know
What happened come to Compton see Thriller like Mike Jackson
I might be Spike Lee of this gun clappin'
Prior to rappin', I was drug traffickin'
In the dope spot playin' John Madden
Homey I ain't braggin', I took five
You wanna die, run up on that black 745
If you take a look in my eyes
You see I'll be a gangsta till I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell 'em where you from, nigga Westside
If you take a look in my eyes
You see I'll be a gangsta till I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell 'em where you from, nigga Westside
New York, New York, big city of dreams
I got my L.A. Dodger fitted on, I'm doin' my thing
Got me fuckin' with G-Unit, you know the drama that bring
I got niggas in Westside Compton and Southside Queens
And Buck told me in Cashville I'm good when I come through
So I ain't gotta tuck in my chain like DJ Pooh
I'm gangsta - more like Deebo when he was Zeus
Play Bishop, I paint that picture, now who got the Juice?
You niggas is Nutso, I take off your roof
Leave yo' ass stretched out like a Cadillac coupe
God gotta let me in heaven, all the shit I've been through
I was a O.G. in the hood before I turned twenty-two
Homey I let the .38 special ripped through that vest
And I don't contemplate whether or not he left his shit on the dresser
Got Compton on my back, I'm startin' to feel the pressure
I'm lyrically Kool G. Rap on these Dre records
If you take a look in my eyes
You see I'll be a gangsta till I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell 'em where you from, nigga Westside
If you take a look in my eyes
You see I'll be a gangsta till I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell 'em where you from, nigga Westside (nigga Westside) |
emotion | Uh, yeah
It's over and done, but the heartache lives on inside
And who is the one you're clinging to instead of me tonight?
And where are you now, now that I need you?
Tears on my pillow, wherever you go, go
Cry me a river that leads to your ocean
You'll never see me fall apart
In the words of a broken heart, it's just emotions taking me over
Caught up in sorrow, lost in the song
But if you don't come back, come home to me, darlin'
Don't you know, there's no-
(Nobody left in this world to hold me tight)
And don't you know, there's no-
(Nobody left in this world to kiss goodnight)
Kiss goodnight
(Goodnight, goodnight)
I'm there at your side, a part of all the things you are
But you gotta find some one else
You gotta go find your shinning star
And where are you now, now that I need you?
Tears on my pillow, wherever you go, go
Cry me a river that leads to your ocean
You'll never see me fall apart
In the words of a broken heart, it's just emotions taking me over
Caught up in sorrow, lost in the song
But if you don't come back, come home to me, darlin'
Don't you know, there's no-
(Nobody left in this world to hold me tight)
And don't you know, there's no-
(Nobody left in this world to kiss goodnight)
Kiss goodnight
(Goodnight, goodnight)
And where are you now, now that I need you?
Tears on my pillow, wherever you go, go
Cry me a river that leads to your ocean
You'll never see me fall apart
In the words of a broken heart, it's just emotions taking me over
Caught up in sorrow, lost in the song
But if you don't come back, come home to me, darlin'
Don't you know, there's no-
(Nobody left in this world to hold me tight)
And don't you know, there's no-
(Nobody left in this world to kiss goodnight)
Kiss goodnight
(Goodnight, goodnight) |
la flemme | J’ai envie d'tout arrêter
J’ai la flemme et je trouve pas mes clefs
C’est la merde et je goûte la détresse
Y’a rien sur ma fiche de paye
Ma mère stresse, elle déteste qu’on me fiche la paix
L’allégresse s’évapore, j’suis qu’une chiffe molle
J’aime pas mes textes, j’élabore que des rimes bof
Mes guiboles se sentent trahies, une grosse flemme m’envahit
J'suis frivole, oui, j’vole, y’a trop d’corvées dans ma vie
Le Paname assez chic est aseptisé, l’appart' sale est vide
J’ramasse pas mes slips, amnésique, et à part ça j’effrite
J’aperçois les flics qui parlent mal à des petits, la balade est triste
Banal pathétique mais à bas la déprime
Zappe sur Canal Satellite : rapports anal, chattes et bites
Quand t’as mal, ça t’évite d’oublier
Qu'il y a des filles qu’avalent ça très vite
Souvent je m’imagine faire un tour en ville la nuit
Nan, mais c’est pas Jumanji, ici tout m’ennuie rapidement
×2
La flemme, la flemme, la flemme, viens on sort !
J'ai la flemme, la flemme, la flemme, viens on dort !
Pas la peine, mamen, la flemme, quoi encore !
Tout est gris au dehors, moi, j’préfère attendre la mort
J’suis dans un trip chômeur: pas d’femme, pas d’taff
J’rappe mal, pas d'maille mais j’en kiffe l’odeur
Un genre de film d’horreur bas d'gamme, v’la l'time
Que j’aurais du avoir mon BAC mais je n'côtoie que Jack Dan
J’suis impie car je cultive un amour pour la flemme
Et je subis la surprise quand la tournée m’appelle
Tant d’plans fébriles, parfois j’fais même semblant d’écrire
J’suis c'petit gus, ce minus sans grands défis... Hey !
Quoi ? Hey, je sais que t'es fatigué, mon vieux
Mais là, il reste deux mesures alors dépêche-toi...
J’passe le plus clair de mon temps à me toucher la verge
Le business, dur de m’y mettre, j’viens de goûter la flemme
J’rappe dans les ures, t'rappelant des pures sensations
Grattant des mesures ou graffant les murs en station
Sans transition, j'file, j’dois foncer, sérieux, faire mes bails
Mais fonce-dé, les yeux cernés, j’baille
Et sans grande missions, j’chille
Sur les trottoirs de la rue, du boulevard, de l’avenue
Passe en plaçant ma trace, tout part de ma venue
Mais j’ai, souvent la flemme et pas l’temps pour elle
Ça m’arrive, tout l'temps la semaine mais j’ai l'battement pour elle
J’dois dire mon blaze et tenir mon phrasé souple
J’ai la flemme de travailler, de batailler et puis d’me raser le bouc
J’préfère tter-gra une barrette d’shit
Mais j’ai même la flemme d’aller per-cho du bédo
Donc je té-cla une garette-ci
Chaque fois, juste, j’me chahute mais parfois j’triche et j’dors
Et j’me dis que j’ai tort plus souvent depuis que Prich est mort
Alors j’pousse mon truc, mon label et mes projets
Pour décrocher d’la maille à la pelle et des trophées
×2
J'ai la flemme, la flemme, la flemme, viens on sort !
J'ai la flemme, la flemme, la flemme, viens on dort !
Pas la peine, mamen, la flemme, quoi encore !
Tout est gris au dehors, moi, j’préfère attendre la mort
J’ai la flemme de tout sauf d’me ler-bran
J’me fais des omelettes mais après je dors
Je sais que j’aurai la flemme de m'brosser les dents
La vaisselle, oui m’man ! Les plats sous l’évier
Dieu bénisse les vacances, les dimanches, les jours fériés
6 mesures à gratter, merde !
Aujourd’hui je n'sors pas donc j'me lave pas
4 mesures à gratter, merde !
Les Cheerios et l'net, négro, c’est l'dièse
J’suis en train d'négocier parce que j’ai peur
Mais pas la flemme de rosser c'mec
Nique un gun, y'a qu'devant la flemme que j’peux plier
C’est ainsi pour le jeune Phili de Gennevilliers
×2
J'ai la flemme, la flemme, la flemme, viens on sort !
J'ai la flemme, la flemme, la flemme, viens on dort !
Pas la peine, mamen, la flemme, quoi encore !
Tout est gris au dehors, moi, j’préfère attendre la mort |
kill for you | Oooooh
Oooooh
Oooooh
You could make me a believer
Even if that shit ain't true
You could make me commit murder
Baby, I'd kill for you
In my eyes
Even if you are wrong, you are right
Even if it's a terrible crime, it's alright
Cause I got your back, and I know you got mine
I belong to the church of your name, Sing a song
'Cause I worship the ground you walk on
If I pray for you, I know you'll be there
You could make me a believer
Even if that shit ain't true
You could make me commit murder
Baby, I'd kill for you
In my bed I believe every word that you've said
Just a kiss and you make me forget
All the bad, the battles we lost, the bodies we hid
You don't know, just how far I'd be willing to go
You put the cracks into my moral code
So you can count on me to always be there
You could make me a believer
Even if that shit ain't true
You could make me commit murder
Baby, I'd kill for you
Oh, lord, forgive my weary hands
And for what they may do
I'll carry out his evil plans
If he wants me to
In your dream, you're drownin', I just waltz in and saved you
I'm your alternate escape route, the altar you pray to
Your ultimate savior, your behavior is altered
Ain't your fault 'cause I made you
Brainwash and persuade you
Gibraltar, your faith'll never falter or waver
One you call to in danger, I'm your guardian angel
Nobody can tell you shit, you've already made your
Mind just follow me, babe, you
Won't be sorry you stayed, you
Always ride, whatever the plan is
'Til the end, even if I led us into an ambush
Even if we robbed a First National and cops caught us redhanded
They're coming at us, and we're trapped with our backs up
Against the wall, and it's too tall
You'd catapult me or hold the ladder for me
Stay back to get captured, take the fall
You make it all worth it
Baby doll, you're perfect the way you are
Accidents happen
All I know is you love me, that's really all that matters
And any who cross our paths are just collateral damage
At your side, got your lateral, back, your front, diagonal
Backwards, blackbirds, we attack like animals
When they threaten what we have it's a natural reaction
You'll lay a bitch flat on her back in a second flat for me
Who tries to take your man from you
It's blasphemy, another casualty, you'll go whatever route
Do whatever you have to do, you'd blast for me
I never doubt that
That's 'cause you
You could make me a believer
Even if that shit ain't true
You could make me commit murder
Baby, I'd kill for you |
oi oi | Е, ага… Не, стоп, стоп! Убери бит, короче, и верни потом его, е!
Мне говорят остатки знакомых:
«Загадка природы: зачем от Грин-парка до дома
Если есть в рамке диплом, через давку в вагонах
Бежать на посадку в автобус?
Жить без бабок, нехватка которых
Поставит тебя в двадцать пять за прилавком
Макдональдс, к палаткам торговым
Ради чего? Ради жалких фантомов того
Что ты отобьешь бабки альбомом?!»
Хм, мне эти нападки знакомы, я к схваткам готов
Будто бы повивальные бабки с роддомом
Что, мне, вкалывать в банке как робот?
Снова засовывать в частные школы арбатских
Мажоров? Кусок пирога просто так не дарован
А ворован украдкою в барских хоромах
Тик-так, килотонны взрывчатки готовы
Фингал, гематома, нихуя! Стиль, как яд белладонна
С летальным исходом. Ты падкий на промо
Поставь трижды крест на себе
Как фанатки Мирона. И пусть я гадкий утенок
И рэп для детей, будто шапки с помпоном
Но я в роли тёмной лошадки подкован
Это не как кинопробы:
Ты правда в крови, как прокладки, тампоны
Все тявкают хором в сети, но увидев
Мне тянут ладони, мол, «Братка, здорова!»
Не-а, вон с шаткого трона!
Ты нужен мне, как зажигалка дракону
Я вас породил ненароком: прости, ради Бога
Видать, неполадки с гондоном
Ты жертва, даже если в самом деле не виновен
Тебе докажут это на всем теле переломы
Ты денег нажил и был в хастла переименован
Но не продажами — семья шлет деньги переводом
Oi! Мой менталитет — Лондон против всех
Oi, oi, oi! Мой менталитет — Лондон против всех
Oi, oi! Мой менталитет — Лондон против всех
Мой менталитет, мой менталитет
Нечто иное — вечный феномен
Вечно готовый задеть за живое
Как ели живой — значит, вечнозеленый
Под шестиконечной звездою
Речь о Мироне, что вечно с пеленок не понят
Будто на литовском словечки Симоны
Да, он вечно виновен
Будто бы над темечком венчик терновый, а!
Как по встречной зимою
Через населенный пункт, двести спидометр
Нечего спорить — тут рэпа синоним
Плюс нечисти бесчеловечней Чернобыля
Больше, чем у него, нету ни члена, ни шнобеля:
Он сиречь Квазимодо
Стеречь казино бы ему с таким фэйсом
А не девкам течь в пищеводы. Dunno!
Я полежал на печке немного с тех пор
Как решением старейшин Синода Святейшего
Мне суждено было лечь на дно
Ведь я не мог нежно петь, как Шинода
Пусть, всё равно без меня пусто
Будто в вещмешке нищеброда
И нет ничего, но я детище Лондона
Ты хотел сделать меня решетом?
Осечка! Хуёво…
Ты жертва, даже если в самом деле не виновен
Тебе докажут это на всем теле переломы
Ты денег нажил и был в хастла переименован
Но не продажами — семья шлет деньги переводом
Oi! Мой менталитет — Лондон против всех
Oi, oi, oi! Мой менталитет — Лондон против всех
Oi, oi! Мой менталитет — Лондон против всех
Мой менталитет, мой менталитет
Oi! Мой менталитет — Лондон против всех
Oi, ooi, oi!
Oi, oi!
O-o-o-oi, oi! Мой менталитет — Лондон против всех
Мой менталитет, мой менталитет |
get lost | Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray to Lord fake niggas he keep
But if I shall die before I wake
I pray to Lord real niggas he take
I told my top to get lost
Cuz I don’t really like ceilings
I told a bitch to get lost
I think I hurt the girl feelings
So I hit the gas and get lost
I hit the thrust and get lost
I’m in that new Rolls Royce
If you don’t like it get lost
Me and my top beefin
So I don’t really wanna see him
They call me Gucci Mane la Flare, nigga
And all the kids wanna be him
I told that girl to get lost
Cuz I don’t even like to argue
All this money that I’m makin
They think I’m playing for the Chargers
My jewelery game is retarded
My car game is exotic
The inside my Maserati
Cuz look like hen in the hypnotic
I’m runnin from the paparazzi
But I’m in the Lamborghini
They call me Gucci Debiase
I think I’m fucking Liberace
I told my top to get lost
Cuz I don’t really like ceilings
I told a bitch to get lost
I think I hurt the girl feelings
So I hit the gas and get lost
I hit the thrust and get lost
I’m in that new Rolls Royce
If you don’t like it get lost
Smoking kush with my boys
I’m a walking weed charge
They say I fucked up my lungs
I say it back, it’s my choice
Selling dope with my squad
Old school’s in my yard
I got a Chevy so clean
And a cutlass so hard
They city's getting real hot
So I took off of my top
I got the number one spot
I’m coming down my block
I told my top to get lost
Cuz I don’t really like ceilings
I told a bitch to get lost
I think I hurt the girl feelings
So I hit the gas and get lost
I hit the thrust and get lost
I’m in that new Rolls Royce
If you don’t like it get lost
Dragging from the old school in my new school
Top missing, nigga with my new tool
Same ways with my new juice
Getting money on these young fools
You pay for perfect when you’re big time
You pay for perfect when your sun shine
Harley Davidson, 1100
Nigga know we got them army guns
Big money when we poppin nigga
Overseas when I’m shoppin nigga
Hella choppers when we choppin nigga
Getting money by the mountain nigga
Uptown with the swag nigga
300 on the dash nigga
Out the pound full of cash nigga
Nigga first not last nigga
I told my top to get lost
Cuz I don’t really like ceilings
I told a bitch to get lost
I think I hurt the girl feelings
So I hit the gas and get lost
I hit the thrust and get lost
I’m in that new Rolls Royce
If you don’t like it get lost |
betta ask somebody | I, know, you, know
I'm, on, fiiiii-re
If, you don't know, who I be
You betta ask somebooooody about me
Oh - you wanna be tough nigga, a look is enough
I put that snub nose to ya and bust nigga
If, you don't know, who I be
You betta ask somebooooody about me
And they'll tell ya I'm a soldier boy
And I done told ya, over and over boy
I come from a big city, the streets corrupt
Now I'm rollin' with snub-noses to heat you up
Out here niggas'll do anything to reach a buck
'Cause when you broke you can't afford to fuck ya sneakers up
I take my time, keep my mind on my bank funds
Learn how to separate the real from the fake ones
Hand on my heater Nina replica to carry on
My nigga just lost his momma, and his daddy gone
From now on I can provide 'cause my paper's straight
Family losin' it's legs, but I can take the weight
Some niggas hate but I'll be damned if they hold me down
Front niggas didn't know me then, bet they know me now
Blunt and a smile, eventually it'll be a frown
'Cause every time I turn around a nigga locked down
While I'm in the world, tryin' to bring my loot through
Hopin' one day we can kick it like we used to, my nigga
If, you don't know, who I be
You betta ask somebooooody about me
Oh - you wanna be tough nigga, a look is enough
I put that snub nose to ya and bust nigga
If, you don't know, who I be
You betta ask somebooooody about me
And they'll tell ya I'm a soldier boy
And I done told ya, over and over boy
Uhh, they never seen 26's on a Hummer
My goal is to try to fuck Trina by the summer
Some niggas hate me, but they only made me
Go and put mo' ice in my mouth than Baby (bling bling!)
G-Unit and Shady, them dudes is crazy
Next time, we only usin' Dr. Dre's beats
Fuck you, pay me, take your magazine flicks
This ain't no Nelly hurr, take a good look at this
Got the wrists of a chemist and the heart of a hustler
Plus I probably done robbed mo' artists than Russell
Always in trouble, you can blame my mother
Gave birth to a gorilla and raised him in the jungle
I ain't crawled, I stumbled across the Mexican with birds
Papi had coke and new plates and pounds of herb
Keep my hand on my Glock, and my ear to the streets
I'm a country boi, you can hear it when I speak
G-Unit!
If, you don't know, who I be
You betta ask somebooooody about me
Oh - you wanna be tough nigga, a look is enough
I put that snub nose to ya and bust nigga
If, you don't know, who I be
You betta ask somebooooody about me
And they'll tell ya I'm a soldier boy
And I done told ya, over and over boy
Bentley Azure dreams, G5 agendas
The hood had made a nigga heart colder than December (yeah!)
Don't take much to make my gun go off
One shot'll make a hardrock look oh so soft (woo!)
If you don't know you better ask who I be
Or end up in ICU gettin' fed through a IV
Down in the Lou', they say they feelin' me derrty
In New Orleans they say I'm that nigga, ya heard me?
From them Southside blocks to Watts, West side don't front
You know about them Grape Street gangstas, G'd up
Rollin' that weed up
Nigga get outta line, get shot stabbed jacked
Hit with a bat or beat up
Fuck that, we're on that same bullshit
Same forty-cally Glock, same full clip
Pussy claat bwoy, ya nah wan talk with me
I'm a real rudebwoy, ya nah wan ramp with me, seen!
If, you don't know, who I be
You betta ask somebooooody about me
Oh - you wanna be tough nigga, a look is enough
I put that snub nose to ya and bust nigga
If, you don't know, who I be
You betta ask somebooooody about me
And they'll tell ya I'm a soldier boy
And I done told ya, over and over boy |
grab the mic starin thru my rearview 2 | "I grabbed the mic and try to say, 'yes, y'all' "
(Starin' at the world through my rearview)
("Somebody in the house say YEAH!")
"I grabbed the mic and try to say, 'yes, y'all' "
(Starin' at the world through my rearview)
("Tick tock ya don't stop")
"I grabbed the mic and try to say, 'yes, y'all' "
(Got me starin' at the world through my rearview)
("Somebody in the house say YEAH!")
"I grabbed the mic and try to say, 'yes, y'all' "
"Tick tock ya don't stop"
Nobody thought I'd make it, the world called me loser
Just a high school dropout, young drug abuser
Mama told me there'd be days like this, I never listened
Spent my childhood years in my neighborhood prison
The world don't give a fuck about the kids
I can see from the poverty and the evil shit they did
To my young nation
Participation, more hesitation could turn lethal
When ain't no love for a young nigga, he turn evil
And burn people with no hope, there's no peace
So all my niggas start regulatin' on your streets
Bustin' the neighborhood scatters, another drug war
There ain't no truce or negotiatin' with thug lords
Tried conversatin' but he won't listen
He said the world is a livin' hell for God's children
Picture him still in the pen', doin' life plus two
While I'm starin' at the world through my rearview
"I grabbed the mic and try to say, 'yes, y'all' "
(Starin' at the world through my rearview)
("Somebody in the house say YEAH!")
"I grabbed the mic and try to say, 'yes, y'all' "
(Starin' at the world through my rearview)
("Tick tock ya don't stop")
It's clearer now, 'cause I'm a noted individual
Plus I'm a Don, not just a small time criminal
Times have changed, homies died, only lives remain
Massive amounts of narcotics help me hide the pain
Wishin' on Benz, came up on a Jag
Then got it out for the quiet times, reflect on the past
All my homeboys that didn't make it, for you I'll do it
'member back in the days as young truants
HUH! tellin' me to beware
Because you cared and helped me to be prepared
Cemetery full of homies no longer here
But what about the babies, lost in watchin' burglars
Too dumb to be a dealer, too young to be a murderer
I'm beggin' you God, don't make their lives too hard
They're already scarred, too doped up to see the stars
We're livin' to die, everybody is high, plus I'm high too
Starin' at the world through my rearview HUH!
"I grabbed the mic and try to say, 'yes, y'all' "
(Got me starin' at the world through my rearview)
("Somebody in the house say YEAH!")
"I grabbed the mic and try to say, 'yes, y'all' "
(Starin' at the world through my rearview)
("Tick tock ya don't stop")
"I grabbed the mic and try to say, 'yes, y'all' "
"Somebody in the house say YEAH!"
Pictures are plenty, handlin' semi, sippin' Henny
I hustle for pennies, know my own feared by many
I watched and took notes as a child I strategized
Witnessin' crack dealings and drug killings have scattered lives
Niggas don't know me but they think
That we could be closer than homies
Nigga you're phoney so quit buyin' drinks
Mind on my money, you're funny, you're about my currency
Niggas don't wanna see me
Shootin', but they ain't worry me, livin' to tell
Prison is hell for a nigga, they're usin' my bail
Built bigger jails for a nigga
Father I'm feelin' tired, forgive me, 'cause I'm a sinner
Livin' life as a thug, while duckin' cops and the criminals
Homies is dead and buried, past times are gone
You ask why I drink liquor? 'Cause my mind is gone
And if I die, then let me watch what we been through
Starin' at the world through my rearview HUH!
(Starin' at the world through my rearview)
("Somebody in the house say YEAH!")
"I grabbed the mic and try to say, 'yes, y'all' "
They caught me starin' at the world through my rearview
"I grabbed the mic and try to say, 'yes, y'all' "
"Tick tock ya don't stop"
"I grabbed the mic and try to say, 'yes, y'all' "
"Somebody in the house say YEAH!"
"I grabbed the mic and try to say, 'yes, y'all' "
"Tick tock ya don't stop"
"I grabbed the mic and try to say, 'yes, y'all' "
"Somebody in the house say YEAH!"
"I grabbed the mic and try to say, 'yes, y'all' "
"Tick tock ya don't stop"
"I grabbed the mic and try to say, 'yes, y'all' "
"Somebody in the house say YEAH!"
"I grabbed the mic and try to say, 'yes, y'all' "
"Tick tock ya don't stop"
"I grabbed the mic and try to say, 'yes, y'all' "
"Somebody in the house say YEAH!"
"I grabbed the mic and try to say, 'yes, y'all' "
"Tick tock ya don't stop"
Starin' at the world through my motherfucking rearview
Peep what a nigga trying to say; recognize that a nigga done did it all
And seen it all and got shit to say to the motherfuckers
That ain't seen shit and did shit yet
Peep game, look you little young motherfuckers
Stop running your heads up against brick walls
These old niggas got something for you nigga you better listen
Gotta get your over that hump, you know?
You got to get over the humps ha ha
Staring at the world through my motherfucking rearview
That's right baby, Thug life, West Side
Death Row, Outlawz, you know what time it is
Staring at the world through my rearview HUH!
They got me staring at the world through my rearview
Aight
"I grabbed the mic and try to say, 'yes, y'all' "
"Somebody in the house say YEAH!"
"I grabbed the mic and try to say, 'yes, y'all' "
"Tick tock ya don't stop"
"I grabbed the mic and try to say, 'yes, y'all' "
"I grabbed the mic and try to say, 'yes, y'all' "
"Tick tock ya don't stop"
"I grabbed the mic and try to say, 'yes, y'all' " |
the race freestyle | It's Young Boat, put a nigga in they place
Rich as fuck, out the window, free Tay-K
First show I did I got less than 10K
Saw Tay-K, now he who he is today
All that fake gangbanging get you slayed
Think you hard, you get robbed for your chain
Nigga snatch my chain, that's a man down, mayday
In a race bitch, always first place
Nah for real bitch, first place always
Shout out Diego Money, Mitch, and Lil Jay
SKTDDG, that's always
Free Big Reese, they're tryna give him more days
Never been shot and truthfully I do not want to
If she not fuckin', boy respect that she don't want you
Say fuck the bitch and keep it movin' 'fore it haunt you
Don't fuck many, circle tighter than a bantu, let's get it
Hate these niggas, they fake weird and they fake emo
I'm 'bout my money, give a fuck about your friendzone
These niggas tryna clique it up and run against me
I have respect but now it's nothing else against me
Had that truck buck, I turned it to a tar heel
She ride dick like a bike, wheelie back wheel
They say don't fuck your homie bitch, that's a no-no
I took my old homie bitch and kicked it dolo
Told my nigga's mom I'm sorry, yeah he still broke (bye bye)
But buddy got up in his feelings so it's fuck bro
She pop six, now she ride dick like a Volvo
And snorting way more lines than a barcode
I'm not buckin' but I'm ready with the arsenal
Hit his chest, now his name in an article
It's Young Boat, put a nigga in they place
Rich as fuck out the window, free Tay-K
First show I did I got less than 10K
Saw Tay-K, now he who he is today
See it in my mother-fuckin' face (Lil' Boat) |
tell him somethin | Tell him something
Say whatever you think he'd wanna hear girl
If it don't come between me, you and this mirror girl
I don't care girl
Just tell him something
Tell him something
Tell him something
Let him know a real nigga is fuckin you
But that'll probably make you feel uncomfortable
Whatchu gonna do?
Tell him something
Tell him something
It's crazy, it's crazy
How he got your brain
But his body don't do a damn thing for you
Now oh baby, oh baby
Been trying to get away
Cause you know I do the things he won't do
You can tell him that we best of friends, or we just met
Tell him that you hate my guts, that was just sex
Can say we never kissed, those were just pecks
Tell him put your phone down, that was just a text
Or, tell him you cherish our bond on the weekly
Or how you jump in my arms when you see me
Tell him I threw on the charm it was easy
It's to the point now where your mom wanna meet me
Tell him I think you're beautiful
Tell him all the wild shit that I do to you
Would he approve of that? Or would his world be shattered?
And if you didn't care would it really matter?
Wait, could say it ain't the ride or the whips
But tell him the size of the ship
Or, just tell him you were tired of his shit
And I reminded you of how live it gets
Tell him you don't feel appreciated
Tell him with me it's alleviated
Incomparable
How I do things that he wouldn't dare to do
Or act like I ain't affraid to take it there with you
Wait, as a matter a fact
Tell him he could be mad at the fact
You finally met a nigga that ain't mad at your past
Or tell him he can be mad at the past
You get his call and he asks what you doing just say, "With your friends"
And while you on that phone waiting for him to hang up, girl, I'll be here
Ready to take over
Your body's yearning for what he can't give
And I know just how y'all's story gon' end
Once I give it to you, babe
Tell him you mourn him, tell him you're on it, tell him you can't see, your life without me
Tell him he's deaded now, all because I'm alive
Tell him it's wetter now and you love it when I'm inside
Tell him you like your hair pulled, tell him you like my tongue there
Tell him in detail, make sure you not unclear cause he gotta know, cause he gotta know |
n9na | Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Oh, welcome to the mothafuckin' show
I go by the name of
T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E
T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E
Yeah
T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E
T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E
For short, you can call me N9na!
T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E
T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E
For short, you can call me N9na!
T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E
T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E
Yeah
I been a killer in the game
When I first put the pen to the pad like your first day out
N9ne be a thriller with the thang
When I spurt, suck 'em in with the gab in the verse they shout
Like when all the people at the church play Crouch
When you're pornographic and the Kirk spray out
On a workday couch and divert they spouse at the house
My residue on her birthday blouse
What I hear out here is not stunnin'
Sound like y'all disregarded what Biggie and Pac brung in
But me, I been rippin' shows, havin' the thots summoned
When I took my dick out of the equation
Yo, they stopped comin'
'Bout to flow tonight
Am I gonna be spittin' wickedness? Sho' ya right
Vulgar like Dolemite, not runnin' fo' the light
Poltergeist, roll the dice
You're gonna find I'm the business when I hold the mic
Know the fright
N9cian out-rap you chickens, Qdoba like
Vive la Tech, N9na the vet
Everyone knowin' that he so ballsy
Diva ya get, eager to let
All of us hit because we so saucy
Deeper the press, the weaker ya set
They cannot fathom how we so Maude Khalifah the best
Peak of the nest
That is the reason why people call me
T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E
T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E
Yeah
T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E
T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E
For short, you can call me N9na!
T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E
T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E
For short, you can call me N9na!
T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E
T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E
Yeah
Ain't no way you get around it
There's no takin' away my seat
I'm chosen, right hand on my crotch
It'll let you know ain't nothin' weak I'm holdin'
Snakes and the bats around my neck
They be like my flows, I keep 'em frozen
Choppin' away you wack ass rappers
N9na be leaving 'em decomposin'
I can demolish all of 'em, that's my sales pitch
One monkey done stopped the show
I'm from the Zou, I can smell shit
They wanna get violent
'Cause their ladies really want my male stick
But I never cooperate with a thot to mate so you fail, bitch
Superhero to boost the ego
I eat up any rapper like I do chorizo
I'm takin' what I got and give it to the Migos
To woo the people, get through to Ebro
Superpowers, I'm possessin' it
Tech is if nothin' written on my check is a deficit
Dumping diction down a dungeon's a definite
Rock the red on my red and I'm reppin' it
Got a problem with it, blood, there is the bait
We soldiers living in this country and well aware of your hate
This country from the jump ain't nothin' but terror mistake
So I think that hat would've been a good thing if it said
Make America Great, my name is
T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E
T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E
Yeah
T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E
T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E
For short, you can call me N9na!
T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E
T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E
For short, you can call me N9na!
T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E
T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E
Yeah
Yeah, N9na, you tell 'em, you sell 'em
Real shit, ill spit, meal ticks, to deal with, let's go
Ayy, oh, ayy, oh, ayy, oh, ayy, oh
Welcome to the motherfuckin' show |
too turnt | This shit sound like some Caillou shit, aha
Some Lil Bill shit, some fuckin' Mr. Rodgers shit
Old school cartoon shit
But this shit hard though
I done got rich as fuck (Woo, woo)
Maybach pick me up (Woo, woo)
Shorty say get me fucked (Woo, woo)
You just gotta get me drunk
Too turnt up for the party (Ayy)
Too turnt up for the party (Woo)
Too turnt up for the party (Ayy)
Too turnt up for the party (Woo)
Too turnt up for the party (Ayy)
Too turnt up for the party (Woo)
Too turnt up for the party (Ayy)
Too turnt up for the party (Woo)
Too turnt up for the party (Ayy)
Little bad bitch on the molly (Lil' bad bitch)
Now I got her playin' with her body (Hey)
Said she wanna fuck somebody (What you wanna do?)
Too turnt, now I'm playing with her coochie ring (Ayy)
Tryna get a lil' pump like a Gucci gang (Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang)
Too turnt and I'm playing with her coochie ring (Ayy)
I'ma get a lil' pump like a Gucci gang (Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, ayy)
Louie loves a bad little bitch
I'ma put it all on her lips
Said she fell in love with the drip
I don't fall in love, she don't trip
I'ma take her ass on a trip (Skrt, skrt)
Beat the pussy blue like a crip (Ayy)
All about my bands, 'bout my chips
Too turnt for you in this bitch
Shorty bad as fuck and she fell in love with fashion (Yeah)
I get in that pussy call me splish 'cause I'm splashing (Woo)
Bad little bitch name Alya, ain't no crashin' (Woo)
Hundred miles per hour when you check that fucking dash cam (Woo)
I done got rich as fuck (Woo, woo)
Maybach pick me up (Woo, woo)
Shorty say get me fucked (Woo, woo)
You just gotta get me drunk
Too turnt up for the party (Ayy)
Too turnt up for the party (Woo)
Too turnt up for the party (Ayy)
Too turnt up for the party (Woo)
Too turnt up for the party (Ayy)
Too turnt up for the party (Woo)
Too turnt up for the party (Ayy)
Too turnt up for the party (Woo)
Okay, big B's brackin', know we turnt up (Big guap, bitch)
These sucka ass niggas can't get no love
And I can't trust this bitch, this bitch I cannot trust (Bitch, I'm ballin')
And if I got my choppa bet I'm gon' bust (Gon' bust it)
Huh, like who shot ya? (Doo-doo-doo)
You so goofy, bitch, you's an imposter (You a fool)
Dip my bitch in 'Preme and order lobster (Ayy, yo, what it do?)
Addicted to counting gwalla, I'm top notch
Shorty bad as fuck and she fell in love with fashion (Yeah)
I get in that pussy call me splish 'cause I'm splashing (Woo)
Bad little bitch name Alya, ain't no crashin' (Woo)
Hundred miles per hour when you check that fucking dash cam (Woo)
I done got rich as fuck (Woo, woo)
Maybach pick me up (Woo, woo)
Shorty say get me fucked (Woo, woo)
You just gotta get me drunk
Too turnt up for the party (Ayy)
Too turnt up for the party (Woo)
Too turnt up for the party (Ayy)
Too turnt up for the party (Woo)
Too turnt up for the party (Ayy)
Too turnt up for the party (Woo)
Too turnt up for the party (Ayy)
Too turnt up for the party (Woo)
Big 14, know what the fuck going on (Ayy, man, you know what the fuck goin' on, yeah, hey)
Yeah (1400 gang)
I done got rich as fuck
Huh, yeah, bitch
Countin' my money like, yeah, bitch |
neighborhood hero | Smokin' your dead homie
Facts, gas
I know a bitch who do whatever for some Valentinos (Oh)
I'm with the killers, goin' to BET inside the Vino (Let's get it)
Man, my city was goin' crazy, rest in peace to Chino (Chino)
And free that nigga Meech 'cause he the hood hero (Uh, hero)
Don't gotta prove no point, nigga, we know (Oh yeah, we know)
And wherever that drama at, we go (We go)
(You know, you know) We the neighborhood heroes
(We know, we know) We the neighborhood heroes
That street shit
We don't reply to niggas with that tweet shit (Facts)
Beef shit, nigga said fuck me, he don't mean it (Pussy)
Sweet shit, foenem caught a body, they gon' beat it
Defense, Glock to his face, he won't eat it (Brr)
All facts, nigga snaked me once and I'ma fall back (Let's get it)
Nigga say he my brother, but he snaked me, what you call that?
I cheated on my BM three times with my dog ass
She gave her number, I delete it, 'cause they all rats
Chiraq, where the police don't call backup
Last nigga played with Durkio, he in a backwood
Chicago niggas play with PnB, but ain't no matchup
If you know me like you know me, where I'm from, I'm not a rapper
Burglar, scammer, a murderer, I'm handsome
When I'm off the drugs, I swear I'm steady throwin' tantrums
Angelo told me once before, he want a Phantom
I can't say no 'cause that's my son, I gotta answer
I know a bitch who do whatever for some Valentinos (You know)
I'm with the killers, goin' to BET inside the Vino (You know)
Man, my city was goin' crazy, rest in peace to Chino
And free that nigga Meech 'cause he the hood hero
Don't gotta prove no point, nigga, we know (We know)
And wherever that drama at, we go (Oh, oh)
Oh, we the neighborhood heroes (We the neighborhood heroes)
We the neighborhood heroes
They say we won't get help unless Obama do it (Turn up)
Don't get shot in my areas, ain't no trauma unit (Let's get it)
If you a snake and they ain't do, just know the opps'll do it (Know the opps'll do it)
And go and drill, this the best time 'cause the opps into it (Brr)
I still sleep around the savages like I ain't rich
You talkin' to me about your homie, that's that fake shit (Turn up)
The city ain't never played my songs, shoutout to Nephets
Just take that watch up of your arm 'fore we take it (Yeah, yeah)
And we the reason for your dead niggas
Breadwinners, when you hit that stain you ain't share with us
Fuck the Instagram, this reality
I know a nigga talk straight cash, and he ain't got a G
They had my momma usin' WIC when we in poverty
And I was tired of eatin' Kix, but she know I gotta eat
Stop lyin', stop tellin' niggas you gon' ride for me
Stop lyin', stop tellin' niggas you gon' die for me
I know a bitch who do whatever for some Valentinos
I'm with the killers, goin' to BET inside the Vino
Man, my city was goin' crazy, rest in peace to Chino
And free that nigga Meech 'cause he the hood hero
Don't gotta prove no point, nigga, we know
And wherever that drama at, we go
Oh, we the neighborhood heroes
We the neighborhood heroes |
on the college dropouts 10 year anniversary | Ten years ago today we finally released what had been my life's work up to that point: The College Dropout
I say "finally" because it was a long road, a constant struggle, and a true labor of love
To not only convince my peers and the public that I could be an artist, but to actually get that art out for the world to hear
I am extremely grateful to each and every person along that road who helped, lent an ear, lent their voice
Gave of their heart to that project, and to all the projects that followed, and are to come
I am honored and humbled by my fans, for the unwavering support and love over the past ten years
I wake up every day trying to give something back to you that you can rock to and be proud of
Ten years later I am still the same kid from Chicago, still dreaming out loud, still banging on the door
The doors may be heavier, but I promise you WE WILL BREAK THEM |
only time will tell | My religious beliefs are to kill snitches and any bitches that beef
Your grill in stitches, get buried inside a ditch in your briefs
Life is enslavement and suffering, crazy snuffings, attacks
Overdosing like David Ruffin, craving, puffing some crack
Hell is endless and friendless to the Hitlers, Mengeles, and Himmlers
Mangled, ripped to pieces by characters like Pinhead, no forgiveness
Reincarnated as God and Satan, logical psycho sadist
My cadence hits like razorblade tips or when Vader invaded
Corresponding with demons, bonded in blood
Like the Ugandan president Idi genocide like Rwandans in bondage
Divine comedy, mind lobotomy, do the math like Ptolemy
A bloodbath, you're split in half, dichotomy
The honorable, horrible, incorrigible, adorable death oracle
Beautiful like a funeral floral, you heard the stories: Murdering for glory
Sent to purgatory for doing something perverted and gory
When your heart won't beat, your eyes go black
There's a light in the tunnel and you can't turn back
Your friends can't save you, your family's gone
You're waiting on your judgment at the foot of the throne
Will you beg for some mercy? Will you cop some pleas?
Will you stand on your own or get down on your knees?
Will your angels release you from where demons dwell?
Will you make it into Heaven or go right back to Hell?
Only time will tell, only time will tell
Only time will tell, only time will tell
I fall upon my knees like, "Lord forgive me"
Out of the commandments I've broken ten out of ten now
Blasphemy passed to me because now Satan's my pen pal
Part of me Asmodeus, the other side is an evangelist
God gave me melodious but I'm sick, psycho, and scandalous
Outbursts like bismillah, hallelujah
On the other hand I lust for flesh in my quest for gouda
Shaboobalaboopy time, I choose and the coochie's mine
My booze through the nine and I ooze at a groupie dime
I threw B-signs, but the Cs got more patnas
Everything dead, blasting at peep ma poor patois
Trying to bring you peace but the beast brings forth kaka
I really feel like I hate you but it's eep opp ork ah-ah
You don't know what that means? Then ask Jet Screamer
Trash that lingers will cause the enemies to blast that femur
Only time will tell if I crash between her
God forgive me, I'm torn because I'm an angel
With a crass demeanor
When your heart won't beat, your eyes go black
There's a light in the tunnel and you can't turn back
Your friends can't save you, your family's gone
You're waiting on your judgment at the foot of the throne
Will you beg for some mercy? Will you cop some pleas?
Will you stand on your own or get down on your knees?
Will your angels release you from where demons dwell?
Will you make it into Heaven or go right back to Hell?
Only time will tell, only time will tell
Only time will tell, only time will tell
For whom the bells toll, it's the clock, tick tick tick
The truth is the future is now
How many lifetimes have I taken you through in this hour?
I trust nobody cause Babylon destroyed my uncle
So many lessons I've applied to my life that taught me to function
In this hell on the earth the dark clouds have silver linings
Until the lightning strikes down upon the unrighteous and frightening
The non-believers like eighty year old atheists on their death bed
Crying and begging for forgiveness from God
Atrocities committed against mankind
Monstrosities that span time leaving impressions of hatred in man's mind
Don’t let time trap you, it’s vital that you realize that there's a new beginning
At the ending of the hour of reprisal |
skeleton | Whole lotta red, uh, whole lotta red
One shot to the head (One shot to the head)
Nigga, you dead
I don't give a fuck 'bout a nigga
Kill a nigga off rip
Just bought a new K
That's a brand new leg
Got a brand new bitch
That's some brand new friends, huh
Got a brand new bag, hol' up
And some brand new ends, hol' up
Got a brand new coupe, uh
That's a brand new Benz, huh
Got a brand new watch, uh
Skeleton, hol' up (What?)
BD, huh (What?)
That's a bust-down, huh
Shawty get down, huh (Hop in the back)
Shawty come 'round, huh (What?)
Shawty know (Uh)
Ain't a nigga I trust (Yeah)
I hit a hole in your gut, yeah, uh (Snitch)
Bullets, they rush (Yeah)
I turned that ho to a slut (Ah)
Shawty gon' fuck (Ayy)
We pour that four in the stuff
I wanna fuck this shit up
I'm goin' too fast, what the fuck?
Where the hell we goin'?
Yeah, slatt gotta fuck her first 'cause I don't know
Yeah, slatt gotta fuck that ho, it ain't my ho (Hol' up)
Yeah, slatt gotta touch that ho, that ain't my ho (Slatt)
Fuck up (Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh), gone
Hit them bullets right-right to your dome
Whole lotta red, uh
Whole lotta red
One shot to the head (One shot to the head)
Nigga, you dead
I don't give a fuck 'bout a nigga, kill a nigga off rip
Just bought a new K, that's a brand new leg
Got a brand new bitch
That's some brand new friends, huh
Got a brand new bag, hol' up
And some brand new ends, hol' up
Got a brand new coupe, uh
That's a brand new Benz, huh
Got a brand new watch, uh
Skeleton, hol' up
Whole lotta red, uh
Whole lotta red
One shot to the head (One shot to the head)
Nigga, you dead
I don't give a fuck 'bout a nigga
Kill a nigga off rip
Just bought a new K
That's a brand new leg
Got a brand new bitch
That's some brand new friends, huh
Got a brand new bag, hol' up
And some brand new ends, hol' up
Got a brand new coupe, uh
That's a brand new Benz, huh
Got a brand new watch, uh
Skeleton, hol' up |
heaven for everyone | This could be heaven
This could be heaven
This could be heaven for everyone
In these days of cool reflection
You come to me and everything seems alright
In these days of cold affections
You sit by me and everything's fine
This could be heaven for everyone
This world could be fed, this world could be fun
This could be heaven for everyone
This world could be free, this world could be one
In this world of cool deception
Just your smile can smooth my ride
These troubled days of cruel rejection, hmm
You come to me, soothe my troubled mind
Yeah, this could be heaven for everyone
This world could be fed, this world could be fun
This should be love for everyone, yeah
This world should be free, this world could be one
We should bring love to our daughters and sons
Love, love, love, this could be heaven for everyone
You know that
This could be heaven for everyone
This could be heaven for everyone
Listen, what people do to other souls
They take their lives - destroy their goals
Their basic pride and dignity
Is stripped and torn and shown no pity
When this should be heaven for everyone |
thedifferencebetweenus | One and only
Mack like Roni
Mannie fresh jigging into motherfuckin home base
Damier checks that's a motherfuckin cold case
Lookin all around and its nothing like the old place
Whoa
Black rob when I open up my eyes I'm the first one surprised
When I'm looking like whoa
Use to pay in quarters now we pull up the store
Baby run on through the door like go
Team never gave a fuck SESH forever going up
Every second of the day, every breath that's in my lungs
Every time I fumigate
Turn the breeze to a gust
Drop it down where you stay?
We could stop drop and roll forever
Cuz fires happen no matter the weather
You can hope for the best but you know the worst might come
Just leave my body somewhere dark
Put all my things in a box on the porch
Yeah, aye, aye
Fade into the scene
Know its bones
No "who's he?"
So they pull they cameras out and zoom like boosie
Fruits of my labor, all my fruits from the neighbors
I don't bend for no favors
Bitch I give em every flavor
Moves every day and that's how I've remained
Ever since Nigo had the ice cream chain
Back when a 100 dollars sounded like a dream
Now it's 100 times that every time I scream
The bandwidth way too ligh for me
I break the server
I fry the machine
See people never really took a liking to me
Up until now they turn from sour to sweet
We could stop drop and roll forever
Cuz fires happen no matter the weather
You can hope for the best but you know the worst might come
Just leave my body somewhere dark
Put all my things in a box on the porch |
should be you | You know, things don't always go as they should
(oh oh no), right (oh oh no)
Don't you hate a could've would've should've nigga
(oh oh no, oh oh no)
Could've did, would've did, well you should've nigga
(oh oh no, oh oh no)
If I had a dollar for every should be, you know how rich I would be?
Like they say it is what it is, not what it could be
Can't cry, feel guilt over spilt milk
I'm too fly, I'm too cool, word to Versace silk
And my watch be filled with mad diamonds
I got good watches, just bad timing
The chick I met at the club was cute
Still feel like I'm getting brain from the substitute
Cause this ain't you and I ain't me
Claim you happy then why you so mad at me?
Can't hold on to what you had, just what you got
You should be here, but you're not
I'm doing it again
What I told myself I would not do, oh
It's 4:15 AM
I'm sitting here drinking, reminiscing on you, oh
And how I used to let you smoke even though I don't
You get blowed then we both get low
As I lay here with some girl I don't know
In the back of my mind, one millionth time
I tell myself it should be you, should be you
Should be you with me, right now
Said it should be you (should be you)
Should be you (should be you)
Should be you with me, right now, uh
As I watch her sleep, all that I can think
She's beautiful (beautiful), but she's not you
Love for just a night, then out of my life (out of my life)
Damn, why can't I do this right when you told me you wanted to leave? (wanted to leave)
I pretended it didn't hurt me (didn't hurt me)
But as I lay here, I can hardly breathe
Laying next to she, when in reality, it should be...
It should be you (oh), should be you (should be you)
Should be you with me, (with me) right now (right now)
Said it should be you (oh) should be you (oh oh)
Should be you with me (oh with me) right now (aha)
(ooh) should be you, should be you baby (ahh)
Ay yo check this out
My life, lights cameras fame and action
Feeling drained from all this private planes I'm catchin'
Willing to trade all the flashy chains I'm flashin for a night
Back for us, exchangin' pain in passion
Romances, kinda like the phantom doors we used to ride
Cause it's tryin' to open up, it's like suicide (suicide)
God teaches lessons every day
You was all I need in life, Meth and Mary J (come on)
The sun don't shine forever
Anytime that we fall, it just means we climb together (together)
Guess we avoided when we couldn't went through
That don't change the fact that it should'be been you
It should be you (oh), should be you, should be you
Should be you with me, right now, right now
Said it should be you, should be you
Should be you and me, right now (aha)
Uhh uhh, said it should be you, it should be you baby (ahh) |
call 9 1 1 | This right here is considered a banger
Delivered with anger, your life is in danger
Beware of them strangers, holdin' them flamers
Them naggers were swagger, 'cause they keep it gangsta
Just face it, I blaze shit, yo' shit is basic
My shit is Matrix, make you erase shit
Niggas won't say shit, but DJs you ain't shit
'Cause you don't play shit, unless it's that gay shit
I'm straight off the slave ship, my style is ancient
I'm rich and I'm famous, I'm armed, I'm dangerous
I came wit' that language, it's mad, it's brainless
You studied at Cambridge, I'm fuckin' yo' main bitch
Plus my Ebonics is full, of gin and tonic, erotic
Yeah you got it, Hpnotiq, plus psychotic, brrr
After 9-11 niggas got patriotic
On nine twelve I'm like fuck it nigga blaze the chronic
Call nine eleven, then call your reverand
Then call heaven, here I come Lord
Live by the gun, die by the gun
A eye for an eye when you live and die by this war
This right here is considered a banger
Delivered with anger, your life is in danger
Beware of them strangers, holdin' them flamers
Them naggers were swagger, 'cause they keep it gangsta
Yeah, now it's the mornin' after the night I just rolled
9-1-1 ain't a area code it's a gangsta mode
And I'm still in amazement on how I put it down
Emptied round after round rat-tat-tat was the sound
Now understand the situation, it was urgent
We—handled this emergency urgently
I can't just have no nigga out there just workin' me, jerkin' me
Talkin' all kind of shit, dishing dirt on me, shit
He was a local nigga sheisty and didn't wanna pay up
So I got dressed in all black and loaded the K up
And all I could think about is revenge as I lit the J up
And even though it was late night, I still fucked his whole day up
It was child's play, the youngster took me for a joke
Not knowin' Mack a maniac and I love the gun smoke
Make sparks in my barrel, shit flew through his apparel
Stupid motherfucker lost his life over dinero
Call nine eleven, then call your reverand
Then call heaven, here I come Lord
Live by the gun, die by the gun
A eye for an eye when you live and die by this war
This right here is considered a banger
Delivered with anger, your life is in danger
Beware of them strangers, holdin' them flamers
Them naggers were swagger, 'cause they keep it gangsta
It ain't safe no fuckin' mo'
I swear on everything I love, my hood, my momma, my soul
This motherfuckin' Dub, is hall of bang nigga, I claim nigga
Like PCP to the brain, it's like heroin in my veins nigga
White lightnin' I'm sippin', snickerin', slippin' the crip
And like a fiend, I tremble, shiver and then blow your dome to smitherens
Act up, no actor, starch crease swagger
Dick harder than Viagra, Dub push your wig backwards
Connect alumni, but the gun high
Bloods and Crips and when we touch down we turn niggas' hoods into the Gaza Strip
Squeeze lead, to the y'all dead, 'cause I'm fucked up in the can and I
Fuck a bitch over whether she in blue or all red
The industry most hated, nigga get at us, we ready, Dub, Mack and Cube
Like Saddam, Bin Laden and O.J. in the Chevy
Back again, momma there go that man again
Grab the gun, them niggas on one
Call 9-1-1
This right here is considered a banger
Delivered with anger, your life is in danger
Beware of them strangers, holdin' them flamers
Them naggers were swagger, 'cause they keep it gangsta |
am i savage | Ooooh
Run away, the past will bite again
Ooooh
No matter where you dwell
You
Here again, a captive of the howl
You
Welcome back to hell
Faithful, as the full moon is rising
Beauty and the Beast are colliding
Sharpened edge touch liquid flame
Deepened seed soaks anger's reign
Arching back, shape-shift derange
Father, how I watched you change
Am I savage?
Scratching at the door
Am I savage?
I don't recognize you anymore
Ooooh
Tooth is fang, twisting under skin
Ooooh
Foul tongue, black breath
Change
Snap inside, the Beast about complete
Change
Soon infects the rest
Faithful, as the full moon is rising
Beauty and the Beast are colliding
Sharpened edge touch liquid flame
Deepened seed soaks anger's reign
Arching back, shape-shift derange
Father, how I watched you change
Am I savage?
Howling at the door
Am I savage?
I don't recognize you anymore
Anymore
Ooooh
Inheritance, the past has bit again
Ooooh
The next heir of anarchy
Feel
Stretching skin so far beyond belief
I feel
The ever changing, you, in me
Am I savage?
Scratching at the door
Am I savage?
Howling evermore
Am I savage?
I don't recognize me anymore
Anymore
Anymore, ha ha ha
Am I savage? |
im so raw | Look I'm so raw, turn the oven on
Chef Papa John, I get the parmesan
She want a yellow nigga, corn on the cob
Indian giver, slob on my knob
The bitch blow hard, harder than some Halls
Here, take 'em all, you'll be straight in the morn'
I'm two peace gone, I'm never gon' call
Fly nigga, I don't wear it if it's in the mall
Seen it on the blogs, these motherfuckers cost
Yves Saint Laurent, you can tell by the fonts
I do what I want, wake up when it's lunch
Walk like I'm drunk, uh, swagga so uh
Goyard trunks, go around, I got a bunch
Tell TSA, bitch, get up out my stuff
I wouldn't recommend you to ever check 'em in
I started with the end so when do I begin?
I'm so raw, turn the oven on
Chef Papa John, I get the parmesan
Pocket full of paper, underage in casinos
You wanna see ID, oh? But I'm in the suite though
Here my room-key, go, room movin' slow-mo
Fans want a photo, but it's my turn to roll
Hold up, baby, hold those, you see I'm chillin', dolo
Lens with a logo, pinky ring, Frodo
I'm feelin' my self, no ho-h-h-homo
Hold that beat, poor that more ro-r-r-roso
Rosé, you bozos, couldn't speak what I'm on
You would need Rosetta Stone
All these niggas all clones, we be originals
Young Money Seminoles, tribe full of generals
Don't ask me shit unless it's in a interview, nigga
Unless it's in a interview
Ha, don't talk to me, I'm not your friend
I'm just a fan of a fan
Haha, I love all my fans though
Mm |
masters of war | Masters of war
Build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
All the money you made will never buy back your soul
Yeah
Hercules, nigga, you heard of me, nigga
I verbally murder these niggas
Blame on a bitch nigga look like some Burt's Bees, nigga
They talking 'bout actual topics and dropping on actual knowledge to purpose these niggas
I ain't worshipping these niggas
Man it's curtains for these niggas
Man I'm hurdling these niggas
Put a hurting on these niggas
Ah ah ah, skirting on these niggas
Pick up a leaf and I roll up the purplest weed in them
Bobby Ray cold as a negative thirty degrees winter
The world is so cold that a Po' gotta murder to eat dinner
The world is so cold nigga you could get murdered just eating dinner
That's 'cause the world is as flat as some perfectly creased denim
Perfectly creased denim, perfectly creased denim
Feel like the youth is lost and ain't no reaching them
By day I be teaching them
By night I'm a heathen, um
Chilling with freaks and a ghetto Eritreans
Plus a Norwegian, look like I least see them
Pull up outside, wheels big as Elysium
Haters like, "Hey, that's nice, I hear they was leasing them"
So many thoughts on my head my fucking cerebrum numb
The world is a stage, America steady policing 'em
Niggas don't want the facts, just the convenient ones
All the money you made will never buy back your soul
Uh, buy your soul back, buy your soul back
I expose facts, that's why my phones tapped
Hollywood turned you while you coming up broke back
On my coattail, bitch, give my coat back
Niggas behave the same as how they souls act
Like a high school kid back when I would smoke blacks
I would light up the whole pack, stinking up the whole class
Had to find my own lane, had to find my own path
Crisis, I see Isis, slightly blind from these devices
Might be bias, Michael Myers
What you want, I'm ten floors highers
Ha ha ha ha, (?)
Stacking my cheese on top, top top top
I put my team on top, bitches they scheme and plot
Whippin' the meanest (?)
Look at my life, how is it perfect?
All the hell I survived, yeah I deserved it
So I'm shitting on niggas with twice the serving
All the thoughts on my head are quite disturbing
Same dude in the booth that I am in person
So whenever I die, I die with purpose, mother fucker
Bandz
Yeah yeah
I defy the limits, penmanship is wicked
I'm my only master and my own apprentice
How do I present this, tryna find a sentence
Guess to some extent I feel the end is near and clear of all your vision
Cold as cryogenics
Knowledge that's forbidden, knowledge in my lyrics
I've been in the kitchen, all the points I'm hitting
I'm just too direct, no such thing as hinting
Kick the shit now quit your bitching
Now cut the shit, let's get to business
I try to show whats hidden
Try to paint the picture, guess you just ain't photogenic
Get offended
Make you see the veil then I lift it
Been to hell it's (?) visit
Here's a breath of fresh air, it's been a minute, aye
How to make a murderer, better yet
How to make a terrorist, better yet
How to start a civil war, better yet
How to tax America, yeah yeah
Step by step by step by step get more in depth, don't panic
Don't panic, follow the rabbit
Bandz |
save the night | A little trouble in the city
Trouble in my home
She told me love don't live here anymore
I wanna run to the light
It's too dark in this part of night
I need somebody who can make it right
And it's on tonight
How about we go and save the night
I can see you want it and so do I
How about we go and save the night
Let's save the night
I'm not a one man band
I want to sing a duet
You and me would sound much better
You look so good in my bed
And if your gonna go out
Your gonna go out with a bang
Let's save the night i'll be your superman
And it's on tonight
How about we go and save the night
I can see you want it and so do I
How about we go and save the night
Let's save the night
I see the night flashing before her eyes
Resuscitating bring it back to life
And it's on tonight
How about we go and save the night
I can see you want it and so do I
How about we go and save the night
Let's save the night |
young man | Da-da
Da-da
Yeah, good job
I said, young man
Sit down, let me tell you how it's s'posed to be
How they told me
I said, young man, if you wanna make God smile
Make plans, you've got to be ready
You don't understand, right now you're a young man
You gon' have to stand for something
Beautiful boy, got it from your momma
Damn, she look good, you might get a sister
By the time you get the picture
If you want a woman this good, gotta clear your system
And it's all right
If you need to cry, you've got my permission
You can do anything in the world if you listen
Like a young man
Sit down, let me tell you how it's s'posed to be
How they told me
I said, young man, if you wanna make God smile
Make plans, you've got to be ready
You don't understand, right now you're a young man
But you gon' have to stand for something
We don't ever back down, don't back down
We don't have to act out, don't act out
And even when you fall, don't stay down
If you need me around, you know I stay down
And anywhere you go, you can go your own way
If you ask me how I know these things, remember I once was a
Young man
Sit down, let me tell you how it's s'posed to be
How they told me
I said, young man, if you wanna make God smile
Make plans, you've got to be ready
You don't understand, right now you're a young man
But you gon' have to stand for something
Someday somebody's gonna break your heart in two
And I'll be there
Someday you're gonna break somebody's heart
That's what we do
One day I'll be gone, son, but right now I'm home
No, you'll never be alone
Maybe someday you'll be talking to your own
Young man, yeah
You know your daddy's so proud of you
My little young man
Mama just can't get enough of you
My little young man, yeah
You know your daddy's so proud of you
My little young man, yeah
I said, young man
Sit down, let me tell you how it's s'posed to be
How they told me
I said, young man, if you wanna make God smile
Make plans, you've got to be ready
You don't understand, right now you're a young man
You gon' have to stand for something
Daddy
Is it daddy
Daddy
Daddy
Yeah, that's daddy
Say, "I love you, daddy"
"I love you, daddy"
Sweet boy |
acid drip | Feeling outta place, plus it's getting kinda late
Tryna make it home safe and not get raped, where you live?
Tina tummy ache, Gina got the funny face
Mona's sniffing dope, so her dome is leaning on your rib
I bet you wish you had a Benz cause you just helped your friends
Flag a taxi, now you walking not too far from your crib
Craving for an acid tablet for your satisfaction
Said you feeling flabbergasted, you just had to have it
Made your way to 7th Ave, flagged a yellow cab
Now you need an upper fast to help your mellow swag
Black kid, french braids and he keep the potent
Hold ya purse don't trust him cause his teeth is golden
Dice rolling reefer blowing in the streets he smoking
Blowing weed while police patrolling
Acid strips, purple drink you can have a sip
Have a fix of this acid drip
Hands on her thighs, kiss on the lips
Eye for an eye, drip for a drip
I get ya high, please don't forget
I can supply the fix for ya trip
Hands on her thighs, kiss on the lips
Eye for an eye, drip for a drip
I get ya high, please don't forget
I can supply the fix for ya trip |
forever young | All night I've been watching you
So tonight, you're leaving with me
I've been waiting my whole life to give you it all
It's on now, it's on now
I'm talking the big fancy lights
The star studded nights with me
We forever young
We forever young
We forever young
The music's loud and I'm feeling wild
Come dance along with the golden child
I don't know much but sure, let me check your fouls
Two technicals but you beautiful
You grew up 6 brothers in a cubicle
And they all bustin' for ya if I make the wrong move
If I break your heart then I'm a dumb dude
You get what you give and I'm the one who loses
But we could be together forever
But we could be together forever and ever
I wanna live life with you forever and ever
Together
Forever young
Forever young
We forever young
Shining bright under the shining sun
Like moonshine you keep it 99% with me
I'm feeling all your energy
I know you love to vibe with me
I know you love to ride for me
Your favorite thing to say is, "Boat, I love when you're inside of me"
Your love is like a high to me
I love to go out my way to make sure you stay happy
We forever young
The music's loud and I'm feeling wild
Come dance along with the golden child
I don't know much but sure, let me check your fouls
Two technicals but you beautiful
You grew up 6 brothers in a cubicle
And they all bustin' for ya if I make the wrong move
If I break your heart then I'm a dumb dude
You get what you give and I'm the one who loses
But we could be together forever
But we could be together forever and ever
I wanna live life with you forever and ever
Together
Forever young
Forever young
Forever young, forever young
Forever young, forever young
We forever young |
tony touch shade 45 freestyle | (Beat 1: DJ Premier - JJ Beat)
Yo, Ab-Soul brother number two
What it do, Tony Touch knock beats like I knock boots
Propaganda when I step to the rest of ya
You know they make it bigger then what it is in particular
(Laughs)
(Beat 2: Dr. Dre - The Watcher)
Kendrick Lamar the modern day Malcolm
Humble and modest but these margins can move a mountain
I moshpit on the beat and leave the mark of a thousand marksmen
Clearing the street and killing rappers with talent, preach
Yes I said talent, Kendrick ain't scared of y'all, can’t even spell competitor
Lord is my witness
I remember asking artists in streets how they did it
The only features I got is was this handsome face I was getting
How ironic, playing Sonic was the shit like a colonic
Now we vomit over these beats while critics pay homage
This is too street like my 23 summers in Compton
I go so deep, like my dick in your bitch hope the condom never do leak
2 seats, one car, all you hear yes daddy and snapped bras
High salary blow jobs, high calorie rap bars not me
My sweet 16 probably need a school ID
And usually I be, the dominant victor
You know what time it is nigga
Affirmative Action, you fact or you fiction?
I’m a slain cracker from being insane
Pop a vein when I write this shit
I’m think on the shit, I'm vain and I think you’re a bitch
A female poodle under some homo's voodoo, sucking the industry's dick
We catching bodies, fades in the hotel lobby, fuck your security
And that's at the Ritz-Carlton
My impurity's probably your best asset
I spit acid, hit your block and crumble your address
Leaving them stagnant
This is torture when I tort-ya, or escort you
Out the building where ex-convicts with all sorts of
Permeant handshakes, your man can’t stick to the script with handpaint
Popping your lip then popping the clip then popping your van, wait
We keep the piece, but want the peace
Said I was Malcolm to your belief whats up
(Beat 3: Kurupt - I'm Burnt)
Aww man they let a gangsta in here
Awhuh, Looking for hoes who gon' strip down to there swim wear
Aww, Since I got older n' made an escape from our family
Niggas been causin' casualties for any sucka or super sweater
Say they can handle me huh
I feel assaulted like, fuck around and get charged with battery
Awwhuh, Energized, Blue ball I'm high as wings, we fly to find the things
On fire, I'm carousing, n' kick it like soccer teams, who spit it as precise as him
Awhuh, got a dirt job for that, uhhh, yo, choppa that hoes a beam, (Laughs)
Everybody focused on this animal
So one who push the envelope, the remedy the antidote
Mix the Henny and the Coke
Sell the tree and the dope, rain sleet and the snow, do we sleep? Hell no
I Pop a tag and pull up in a Elco
Bag a bitch at Elco, run up in her tailbone
Grindin cuz I sell mo, hotter then that hell boy
Fresher than an altoid, see me in them tabloids
Actin like a damn fool, running from them bad boys
Keep a Will Smithon Wessen
Big shell out my weapon, hit you like an astroid, get high wit androids
I'm outta space wit this shit
Pass the L to Elroy. I ain't took a L boy
I ain't never lost nigga. big heat on me blood
Click defrost nigga. Lookin at a boss nigga
Fuck you an yo boss nigga, Iron on me ever see a hunnit play golf nigga
Get chastised for your raps with mad lies
See mathematically I divide you academy
Multiply the digits, spend it foolishly on women n' Benz's
Jewelry or new Benz's, two or three
Who but me cool as Lupe's CD
Or cooler then the Shade when it's 80 degrees
You wouldn't qualify if you had 80 degrees
There ain't a place or a horse that stay stable as me
You.. (Laughs)
(Beat 4:)
Feeling like a motherfucking animal
Hannibal Lechter of 2012
Elected to execute every rapper that has excelled
If music your calling
Then you balling, pick up yourself
If a nigga said he could see me
Bet he told you in Braille, fucker
Put you on front street, then buy some bread
Nigga you lunch meat, should've worked at Subway instead
Goliath couldn't bare my triumph
I'm a leader, walk behind me as I walk through Zion
Swinging swords like I'm sparring with a Spartan
Watch they face drop when the beat drop
I drop a real jewel like a Martin, fool
Me and curtains ballin' like peewee kirkland callin' 'em kirk franklin
Stomp 'em, leave 'em hurting
No judgement for a plaintiff
They tried to find me guilty for spitting filthy as O.D.B
But I've been O.D. since '03
That's March 14th, my first recordings
I kicked it's like sweet chin music on Chuck Norris
Look, Look, Look, Look, Look, Look, I tell em'
I'm just an average black man, gotta take a stand
If I don't I will fall short, gotta have a plan
I don't know my destiny, Lord knows I'm stressed, but he woke me up this morning, it's good to say I'm blessed
In this game we call life, gotta know the ropes
If you don't you get tangled, strangled till you choke
People think they know, think they know what's really best for me
They say that I ain't swaggin' enough, I bought necessities
They sai that I ain't rapping enough, I need some concepts
Man they listening slow, or they too deaf
Shit I got what it takes to be a star
As soon as I'm on man they wanna shut me off
Shining with the sun here they come with there clouds
But I ain't giving up shit I've been runnin' for miles
If you ask around, they say I'm the one in the town
Jay mutha fuckin' rock, knock a shit down
Look, Look, uh, they say life's a gamble
I'm just glad that I'm winning, ya I'm glad that I'm winning
Uhh, They say life's a gamble, huh, but I'm glad that I'm winning
Shit I'm just glad that I'm winning
All these niggas can't fuck with anybody in my circle
Squares take a pair to this shit we droppin' right
I'm extra high, I'm extra right
Now I'm freestyling like what the fuck is up, fuck me up
Where the blunt at, can we smoke in here
Say Ab-Soul where's the blunt, can we smoke it here
Got some mo' weed, Hennessy, bitches in here
I'm bout to fuck her, her, n then in the couch right there
You see how we do, right off the top no glasses
Just me n uhh, Kendrick Lamar, we...
After non sense, I'm live and direct with a dead compass
On my way to Carson from Compton, steady mobbin
You know my squadrine, Black Hippy
All I need is a pack of Black & Mild's n' an ounce of sticky but I ain't picky
Black lip bastard, black T let's back track
Malcolm X was a government scene, Black causality, Black
That's too deep, and I'm the bomb
That's like C4 on the sea floor
Fuck wit' A.B. n you can see more
Soon as I touch this money, I'm an act of Eeyore
And as soon as Leor put's up a couple mill
I'm a drop a classic album, put up a blunt n' chill, get the deal
It's Ab-Soul actin' an ass, 'bout to cop a number 22 at Jack in the Crack
At the crack of dawn, I know I'm a lab rat, I'm up at the early morn'
Morning the formula to be as big as Madonna with my raps
Call me what you want just don't call me ignorant
I figure since I'm in it I should be the biggest in it
I even grew my hair out out get a little image
And for the record I'm mixed but what ever you wish
Ab-Solo Black lips, black polo, (Laughs)
Uh ohh, blowing dodo in the dojo |
more than a king | An honest man often grows cruel
When converted into an absolute prince
Born from power, a bitter from fear
The madness, the treachery
The strong mixture of troubles
It is a man's own mind
Not his enemy or foe that lures him to evil ways
More than a man, more than a king
More like God!
I feel like like
More than a man, more than a king, more like God
It's more than a city, more than a village where we are
Feels so superhuman
Everything's so super fly
Uh, I don't need no cape
Coming in high just to beat yo brakes
Wait, everybody sound so reckless
King me, these niggas still playin checkers
Me? A nigga stay chest to chest
Let somebody else check the check
In my city protect your neck
It's more than a method, man of the year, uh
The man of the hour, sold-out shows before I sold one album
Riding round with this gold A on my chest like Alvin
Whole team winning, OG hit a homerun each inning
We don't talk much till you free, seen niggas
It's showtime, check yo two feet nigga
I'm 1080(ten-eighty)p seeing everything clear through my red eyes
Runnin these streets, pass me a Gatorade when you see a nigga zoom by
Zoom out, you're standing way too close
Groupie boy worse than a new ho
Cold heart growin, need a new coat
Too high, tryna find my new low
Dominion over nature
Crosses the line into the relation to other men
A burn appetite and desire
Becomes lust and passion
The dominion that lands to hell over nature
He also seeks to have over his brothers
So closely remind of his own proper dominion
And crossing on gods
Only God is to have dominion over all
Uh, so I just sit back and laugh at em
Blowin kush and success my bad habit
Sacrifices, I might take a stab at em
Feelin ain't no man like me since Adam
Ask me, these actors is half-assin'
I'm a active, addict but I action
Racks in, racks out, girl keep flashin
Fact is, live the life that you niggas fathom
Work hard to ball when ain't one to pass it
In the past but I was way too passionate
Way too much drive, almost crashed it
To the casket, fuck that to the ashes
Uh, burn one nigga, off so much loud, know you heard my nigga
Uh, what's the word my nigga
Been gone since November my nigga uh
Yea, tell a bitch kick the feet out
Anything she left, left me like regal
Lit em on fire, take take em all down
Pull out the shots and take it like pow
Faded off my own strain
Better pull to the side, this is my own lane
Speedin over limit, hittin corners in a maze
I can see where we going, hope the signs don't change
More than a man, more than a king, more like God
More than a man, more than a king, more like God
More than a man, more than a king, more like God |
p2 | We was kids when we first met, I can't forget
When we met, I took a breath, I recollect we took a step
Together, unison, I was a bad boy, a hooligan
That drew you in, I'm full of sin
Speaking poetry to your innocence, dividend indifferent
'Bout deliberate relations 'cause she know a nigga ignorant
Like bull's eye, I grew with the wind
And forget about the shit, pretend like it never happened
Just friends or belligerent enemies sending false
Energy to belly feeds to the fire of the pedigree
Life's a bitch in the seventies, to the
Third degree and I ain't got a job, but shit it works for me
She love the fact that I live driving on the edge
Purposely, money ain't for degree, but it's worth a C
I go blind for that little light of mine
Keep it cited, ma, and I'ma let it shine
Even though we have our own
Problems and differences
I still fuck
With you
Even though we had our own
Fallouts, we pitchin' fits
I still fuck
With you
I was never a motherfucker to want beef
Until you went and put my shit out in the front streets
Yeah, I sold drugs. Nigga, what heat?
Yeah, I stole shit, sold it in the streets, I'm a go-getter
Never jealous of a nigga, gotta stack my money
Steal another nigga figures
I don't need a fucking chain, bitch I'm in the game
Bitch, I need fucking ring, but not for no dame
We all call this here a game 'cause we in it for the same
In it for the funds, throw a little ones
Listen to the drums smoke inside your lungs
Get a little drunk, got your bitch speaking tongues
Have a little offspring and be able to support it
Known if we was broke, clinic woulda got aborted
Work now play now a nigga runnin' offense
Bitch, I'm in Miami and I'm swimming with the Dolphins
Even though we have our own
Problems and differences
I still fuck
With you
Even though we had our own
Fallouts, we pitchin' fits
I still fuck
With you
Even though we have our own
Problems and differences
I still fuck
With you
Even though we had our own
Fallouts, we pitchin' fits
I still fuck
With you
I don't like going sober to the hospital
Shit only make me nauseous, I'm not with it
So I'm out front parked in a car with a
Few of my niggas hard getting foggy, yeah
Last year, I ain't know what the cost of a coffin was
So now I'm often buzzed in the apartment bummin'
Looking for new chords and a larger Nugget
I'm the stars above me when I spark and tug this
Far from hard, but I'm a snarl in public
Cause we large in numbers, Trash Wang
Wolf Gang, we the clique, not a stain on me, ho
Not a fray in the knit, in the car with the work
Now, real nigga quiet while the talking occurs
I feel like I'm flying when I'm off from the herb
Fuck 'em all, let the army disperse
Know the swamp lay 'em all in the dirt
Had to stop, re-assess some agendas
Tad bit sicker than the rest of the clinic
Maybe head up, sending threats to your henchmen
We the best, period, the end of the sentence
Roughneck putting paws to the pavement
Lane switch, I'm a blow haze till I can't think
Shrink told me I should learn how to pace this
Big homie told me, “Nah, nigga, take this.”
Shots till my damn liver hates me
Momma saying that she knowing that I need help
Nah, on the highway to Hades with my
Motherfuckin' seat belt off |
enth e nd | Hey, yo, when this first started off it was just Linkin Park
And then in the middle came Motion Man
And at the end of it all, it was KutMasta Kurt with a remix
One thing, I don't know why
It doesn't even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind, I designed this rhyme
When I was obsessed with time
All I know, time was just slipping away
And I watched it count down to the end of the day
Watched it watch me and the words that I say
The echo of the clock rhythm in my veins
I know that I didn't look out below
When I watched the time go right out the window
Trying to grab hold, trying not to watch
I wasted it all on the hands of the clock
But in the end, no matter what I pretend
The journey is more important than the end or the start
And what it meant to me will eventually be a memory
Of a time when I tried so hard
I tried so hard and got so far
But in the end, it doesn't even matter
I had to fall to lose it all
But in the end, it doesn't even matter
Ay, yo, one thing, I don't know why
It doesn't even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind
I designed this rhyme to explain in due time
All I know, hah, I so-socialize
Like the host of the party
I spoke, shaked, and made eye contact
Partied and toasted strong, all that
Northeast, Southwest coast
I'm staring out the window
No opportunity to mingle
I tried to sew it up, you weaken your system
And had to throw it up
I brought you back into things
Like imaginary man of your dreams
You'd always seem to make it worth it
I pig-skin, I never nerf it
You felt leather, never pleather
Real bringing the pleasure
By any means, it means I'm leaving your team
Hell of a team, man, it seems but I tried so hard
I tried so hard and got so far
But in the end, it doesn't even matter
I had to fall to lose it all
But in the end, it doesn't even matter
Linkin Park
Remix
Mo-Mo-Motion Man
Linkin Park
In the end
Kutmasta Kurt
Linkin Park
Remix
Mo-Mo-Motion Man
Linkin Park
In the end
Kutmasta Kurt
Remix
One thing, I don't know how
It doesn't even matter when you look at it now
'Cause when I designed this rhyme
I was scared of it all, scared to fall
And hadn't even tried to crawl
But I was forced to run, with you mocking me
Stopping me, backstabbing me constantly
Remembering all the times you fought with me
Watch the clock now, chock full of hypocrisy
But now your mouth wishes it could inhale
Every single little thing you said to make things fail
Every single word you sputtered just to get your piece
But it really doesn't matter to me
'Cause from the start to the end, no matter what I pretend
The journey is more important than the end or the start
And what it meant to me will eventually be a memory
Of a time when I tried so hard
I tried so hard and got so far
But in the end, it doesn't even matter
I had to fall to lose it all
But in the end, it doesn't even matter
In the end |
good friday | Party people in the place to be
You are now in the midst of a real emcee
Throw your hands in the air if you real as me
Oooooooh! OW!
Are you ready to go?
I know the city getting ready for me
I know the city getting ready
Such an easy morning, we on a ride
And I'm feeling smooth as the way the Benz drive
Turn the radio down if they playing that bullshit
They don’t want black people to think and drive
He think he live, he think he cold
He think I’m high, I’m in thinker mode
Eyes lowed, I let the sky hold the thoughts
The streets are like the high road that I go across
I mean, my whole team 'bout to smash the streets
The Phillip Lim remind them that it’s Fashion Week
And the weather wasn’t barely hot
Did I mention that the sweater was a Jeremy Scott?
Did I mention G.O.O.D. Music and forever we hot?
Motherfucker, are you ready or not?
Are you ready to go?
I know the city getting ready for me
I know the city getting ready
Are you ready to go?
I know the city getting ready for me
I know the city getting ready
This goes out to the hardcore hip-hop
(Can’t stop, you can’t stop)
This goes out to the all core hip-hop
(Can’t stop, you can’t stop)
As Ye flips the piano
The mood swings like the change of a channel
He’s heating up like they wrapped him in flannel
Selling kilos through your iPod Nano
Cocaine vandal, I induct scandal
Money drive you crazy, look at Marbury’s handle
Vaseline face, reminiscent of my tires
Ice cream paint job, something like Breyer's
Euro tank top, Dior-inspired
Sell it to you hard, no assembly required
Yuugh! In 2012 in 2010
Which makes this a time machine, not just any Benz
Floss for the members of the gang with the 20 in
While haters wish death upon me, that’s many men
Yeah, and if he slam you on your paper route
Stop talking, motherfucker, pull your paper out
Are you ready to go?
I know the city getting ready for me
I know the city getting ready
Are you ready to go?
I know the city getting ready for me
I know the city getting ready
Now tell me, do it feel good? Well, all right
Don’t worry, we gon' be here all night
And you know a nigga rep that Westside (Westside)
Westside, Westside
So t-t-tell me who the freshest of them all?
They claiming that they fresh, they ain’t fresher than my balls
A nigga suited fresh like I'm headed to the ball
Emcee hunting season, putting heads up on the wall
I sneak peeked ahead while we headed to the loft
Man, I always thought with the head inside my drawers
I guess that's why in school, my grades went from A's to B's to C's
All over double D's, I be absent all week
This is for my niggas, all the ones I ride for
Man, that’s the fam, we let ‘em in through the side door
Hold on, that’s the girl you gave a wedding ring?
Man, me and my niggas nutted on her everything
And let me hear you say ahh, la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
And let me hear you say ahh, la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
(As promised!)
Now put your hands up to the sky
Until the day in that we die
And we'll be here all evening
G.O.O.D. Fridays, I hope you have a nice weekend
Are you ready to go?
I know the city getting ready for me
I know the city getting ready
Are you ready to go?
I know the city getting ready for me
I know the city getting ready
Are you ready to go?
I know the city getting ready for me
I know the city getting ready
Are you ready to go?
I know the city getting ready for me
I know the city getting ready
I know the city getting ready for me
I know the city getting ready |
exposed | Yeah, I feel like I'm the only one
Feel like I'm the only one
Y'all gon have to do better
I can't believe what I'm seeing
All this bullshit going on
The industry is deceiving
All the masses
Pitching rappers as these independent grinds
Meanwhile there's been a label right behind them the whole time
Fake shit call it out
You were plugged before your first song
I was puttin in work
You were getting worked on
Yo fans are fickle
Cuz your come up is a mystery
My fans gon stick with me
Cuz me and them got history
Longer than 2 songs
You don't know how to build
You tried to start at the roof ah
You won't be here for too long
I don't fuck with crews unless you're the one who put the crew on
The rest of y'all got buzz because he put you on a few songs
Ooo umm did that strike a nerve
If the shoe fits then wear it
Either way I know the truth imma share it
See these rappers sign deals
Labels know what they're doing
They tell the rapper don't announce it
So the people keep rooting
Try to keep me on the hush but i do not give a fuck
This is Russ uncut ill expose you
You ain't really seen shit just wait till im on
Then its on gotta lot i gotta show you
Why you gotta lie
I'll bring it to the light
Gotta expose fake shit
I put in too much time
I'm comin thru exposing fake shit
God can't save you
Youre a boss?
You gotta boss
And that boss rapes you
Barely pays you
But you cool with it
You're a soldier unaware that you're a lieutenant
I gotta gripe with the media
All of y'all are wanna be's
Producers and rappers
Down for sodomy
Dick taking
Cuz the industry tells you to
It's fucked up I had a standard that I held you to
I'll name names if you provoke me
So shut your fucking mouth
My platform is way bigger
Than the ones that turned me down
Bunch of grown men and women
Talkin bout grown men and women for a livin
Man you gotta be kidding
Call me bitter
Call me jealous
Call me this
Call me that
This is 10 years grinding what the fuck you call that
Made the beats wrote the songs sang the hooks
And I mixed it
Everybody's gotta switch and y'all just flipped it
Try to keep me on the hush but i do not give a fuck
This is Russ uncut ill expose you
You ain't really seen shit just wait till im on
Then its on gotta lot i gotta show you
Why you gotta lie
I'll bring it to the light
Gotta expose fake shit
I put in too much time
You're an industry artist
I'm an artist in the industry
Me myself and I that's the holy fucking trinity
I partnered with Columbia
Partnered is the key word
We split the profits 50/50
Better do your research
Came in with my own fanbase
Sold out tours around the world before the handshakes
You see I play the game well
You let the game play you
You don't know your own power
You think the label saved you
Now subconsciously you owe them
You're submissive with your actions
Then you flop flop flop
And you wonder what happened
Couple things
You dropped one song and signed a deal
You have less than 10 songs out
You're not real
So the song became bigger than the artist
People know the song but they don't know the artist
Not enough songs to become their favorite artist
Not enough songs to be a headline artist
I could do a week long set if I performed my whole catalogue
Every single song the crowds sing and rap along
Fuck a summer I'm a decade rapper
You're here now I'll be here a decade after
I put out 11 albums
Produced by Russ
Mixed mastered engineered written by Russ
I put out 11 albums
Produced by Russ
Mixed mastered engineered written by Russ
Try to keep me on the hush but i do not give a fuck
This is Russ uncut ill expose you
You ain't really seen shit just wait till im on
Then its on gotta lot i gotta show you
Why you gotta lie
I'll bring it to the light
Gotta expose fake shit
I put in too much time |
radio song | Hey, I can't find nothing on the radio
Yo, turn to that station
The world is collapsing around our ears
I turned up the radio, but I can't hear it
When I got to the house and I called you out
I could tell that you had been crying, crying
It's that same sing song on the radio
It makes me sad
I meant to turn it off
To say goodbye
To leave in quiet
See ya!
That radio song
Hey, hey, hey
Hup, hup
I've everything to show (Everything to show)
I've everything to hide (Everything to hide)
Look into my eyes
Listen
When I got to the show
Yo, ho, ho
I could tell that you had been crying, crying
It's that same sing song and the DJ sucks
DJ sucks!
It makes me sad
I tried to turn it off
Turn it off!
To say goodbye, my love
That radio song
Hey, hey, hey (Hey, hey)
The world is collapsing around our ears
I turned up the radio, but I can't hear it
Yeah
Yeah
Baby, baby, baby, baby
Hup, hup
I tried to sing along
But damn that radio song
Yeah
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
I've everything to show
(Everything to show)
I've everything to hide
(Everything to hide)
Look into my eyes, listen to the radio
I turned up the radio, but I can't hear it
No, I can't hear it
Hey, hey, hey
Say what?
Hey, hey, hey
Let me do that with you
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Yeah, boom!
Hey, hey, hey
Say what, say what, say what?
Hey, hey, hey
Check it out!
What are you saying? What are you playing?
Who are you obeying day out and day in?
Huh! Baby, baby, baby, baby
That stuff is driving me crazy
DJs communicate to the masses
Sex and violent classes
Now our children grow up prisoners
All their lives, radio listeners! |
4 million | Leanin' on, leanin' on
Leanin' on
Leanin', leanin', leanin' on
Leanin' on, leanin' on
Leanin' on, leanin' on
Leanin' on
Leanin' on leather, seats back on recline
Leanin' on leather, seats back on recline
Leanin' on leather, leanin' on leather
Leanin' on leather, seats back on recline
I only made 4 million last year
I only made 4 million last year
Leanin' on leather, seats back on recline
Leanin' on leather, seats back on recline
Sixteen ounces, two times eight
Purple estate, grape drapes
Leanin' on leather, seats back on recline
I can lemon lime, tangerine sun shine
Reflects off my diamonds
Riff Raff been gridin'
Since 1927, I done swung through 7/11
Cause Versace earthquake
Me and dollar Bill Gates
Done scrape plates done bell weigh eight
They call me Richie Riff
Leanin' on leather, seats back on recline
Leanin' on leather, seats back on recline
Leanin' on leather, leanin' on leather
Leanin' on leather, seats back on recline
I only made 4 million last year
I only made 4 million last year
Leanin' on leather, seats back on recline
Leanin' on leather, seats back on recline
Fendi on my lunch, I can Ben Braun
Relaxin' codeine castle eating filet mignon
It's Eleanor Roosevelt in a golden cell
I don't never ask for help
Shot more jumps than Tony Delk
I shot more jumpers than Mark Price
I'm shaking the dice, I'm sevens twice
I'm slurping slice
My chain looks like, I just committed a diamond heist
The fuck you want, the fuck you need
I bob and weave with tricks up sleeve
I vanish into the night like Harry Houdini, on a Versace jet ski
Leanin' on leather, seats back on recline
Leanin' on leather, seats back on recline
Leanin' on leather, leanin' on leather
Leanin' on leather, seats back on recline
I only made 4 million last year
I only made 4 million last year
Leanin' on leather, seats back on recline
Leanin' on leather, seats back on recline |
heartbreaker | Yeah
We're gonna do it like this
Alright, let's go
Give me your love, give me your love
Ugh, what, ugh, Jigga, MC, ha, Clue?
Give me your love, give me your love
Hey, you gotta bounce to this like this
Give me your love, give me your love
You almost gotta watch to this, uh-huh, ooh wee!
Give me your love, give me your love
Escape
Oh, your love's so good, I don't wanna let go
And although I should, I can't leave you alone (Ha-ha!)
'Cause you're so disarming
I'm caught up in the midst of you
And I cannot resist at all (Sing the song!)
Boy, if I do the things you want me to
The way I used to do
Would you love me, baby?
Or leaving me feeling used
Would you go and break my heart?
Heartbreaker, you've got the best of me
But I just keep on coming back incessantly
Oh, why did you have to run your game on me?
I should have known right from the start
You'd go and break my heart
Give me your love
Give me your love
Give me your love
Give me your love (Uh-huh)
Give me your love
Give me your love
Give me your love
Give me your love
Give me your love
Give me your love
Give me your love (She said)
Give me your love
Give me your love
Give me your love
Give me your love
Give me your love (Uh-huh)
(Get him back)
It's a shame to be so euphoric and weak
When you smile at me and you tell me the things
That you know persuades me to relinquish my love to you
But I cannot resist at all
Boy, if I do the things you want me to
The way I used to do
Would you love me, baby?
Or leaving me feeling used
Would you go and break my heart?
Heartbreaker, you've got the best of me
But I just keep on coming back incessantly
Oh, why did you have to run your game on me?
I should have known right from the start
You'd go and break my heart
I'm all on the record
Okay, Clue, alright
She wanna shop with Jay, play box with Jay
She wanna pillow fight in the middle of the night
She wanna drive my Benz with five of her friends
She wanna creep past the block, spying again
She wanna roll with Jay, chase skee-os away
She wanna fight with lame chicks, blow my date
She wanna inspect the rest, kick me to the curb
If she find one strand of hair longer than hers
She want love in the jacuzzi, rub up in the movies
Access to the old crib, keys to the newbie
She wanna answer the phone, tattoo her arm
That's when I gotta send her back to her moms
She calls me heartbreaker, when we apart it makes her
Want a piece of paper, scribble down "I hate ya"
But she knows she loves Jay because
She loves everything Jay say, Jay does and ugh!
Heartbreaker, you've got the best of me
But I just keep on coming back incessantly
Oh, why did you have to run your game on me?
I should have known right from the start
You'd go and break my heart
Heartbreaker, you've got the best of me
But I just keep on coming back incessantly
Oh, why did you have to run your game on me?
I should have known right from the start
You'd go and break my heart
Heartbreaker, you've got the best of me
But I just keep on coming back incessantly
Oh, why did you have to run your game on me?
I should have known right from the start
You'd go and break my heart
Heartbreaker, you've got the best of me
But I just keep on coming back incessantly
Oh, why did you have to run your game on me?
I should have known right from the start
You'd go and break my heart
Give me your love, give me your love
Give me your love, give me your love
MC, break it down
Ha, ha
X-streak, it's a rap |
shaolin style | Yeah yeah
Where my Shaolin peoples at?
Stapleton, the craziest, y'all know what time it is
Wild wild West
Now born, Killa Hill, port to the Richmond
Jungle Nilz, let's get money y'all
It be the Cess and Hennessey that make me act like this
I'm wild hit ‘em up projects style never plead the fifth
Regardless, to the charges, chickenheads will be at court
Fightin’ and slicin’ each other to see who lies at my fort
Who woulda thought, little Shy Big Willie
Ninety-six we rollin dutches, nine-trey it was Phillies
First of the month be like Christmas to dealers
Hundred dollar sales come through the school zone area
Children at play keep the heat on the low
Little kids getting’ hit, projects flooded with po'
Now shorty's rockin’, Versace and Donna Karan
Playin’ the Miss Mob Queen role knowin’ hon the cousin Sharon
I live the glamorous life, girl
To go from limos with Don Perignon, rich hotels
M.E.T.H.O.D. Man Sample:
"Wild, the Shaolin Style is all in me
Child, the whole damn isle is callin me"
Facing two-five to life incarcerated activated
Stressed behind a cell with no way to escape it
Holdin’ on, true to ‘ock steel tryin’ to appeal
Be landed without a bail so let the commisary reveal
I feel it's time, for me to let this sparklin' wine
Wet my throat rockin’ the trenchcoat, flashin to get mine
Not hesitant, cause the Henny keeps me bent
Just tryin’ to make a cent, diggin’ pockets down to the lint
Regardless of all the charges the D's want me for
Warrant after warrant, so I avoid the law
Stapleton on the rise, twenty-seven where it lies
From day one until they none don't take it as no surprise
I'm havin’ suicidal thoughts cause I'm screwed up in the game
But today's thang, is to hold it down and maintain
I got thirty days until I get remanded for this gun charge
Still I'm livin’ large, joint hard up in the mode and
Sexin', this European model
I'm young black rich and dangerous, livin’ like I won the lotto
So ‘nough of wine sex and dutches
Them kids know who us is
GP Wu, hundred-twenty-seven hustlers
Runnin’ from D's when they try to bust us
Fly crimes and gats, mainly black cops, them faggots love us
And my district attorneys wanna send me to jail
I told em, "People wanna kill me, that's why I had the nine milli’’
I bust ‘em dead and not to injure
Remember what I quote
Before you, enter my center |
up | The Supreme tee is kinda dingy
Pass the fucking puffer, nigga stingy with the Usher, let it burn
Skate session with my niggas
On a cloud, where's my inhaler, I can't even breath
I don't smoke weed
But I'm on a cloud high enough to give me a nose bleed
Say farewell to the brain cells, neutrons can smell us
My niggas keep enough green to get a bush jealous
Roll tighty, the joint righty, go buy a label
And busters don't get the zimper in Chris Lighty, alrighty
Or maybe a swisher, I begin to kiss her
Keepin' all the arms and limbs in a large bin
My niggas keep mary jane like a fucking Tarzan
In the fuckin toilet where my bars been
They been the shit since Riley figured out she really likes Dark men
Domo hitting bowls, nuggets size of coals
Rolling a whole 'nother blunt the size of a troll
Davon on paroll, so if the highway patrol
Sees us strolling to 7-11 to get a Arizona
And some donuts, he'll be in a hole, but we're not gonna let it happen
Im not talking music when I say were the best at wrapping
The kush, coke, Ritalin, and mushroom caps in my system, um
I break number 2 pencils cause I write so strong
Tyler rolling up a stick so when it lights, so long
Brass monkey, clarinet, ten drop in the gong
Gas mask, vaporizer, tranquilize you with the bong
Imagine gas and 'laxing, puff passing past tense
Future kush, cool tour, poke your arms blue or
Dream, smoke white like vanilla bean ice cream
Besides OF, Mary Jane and me make a nice team
Pause, aw you getting too fat, bitch
Munchies, gaining weight is fucking automatic
Can't fit into the plus size of that sack's fifth
She get high, get down on hot dogs and pick up the cat bitch
The powder is packed in the straw, Sammy claim he like chowder
Nostrils are allowed to scream white power
Overdose in a quince then detox, she rocks
Got em sweating like they inhaling on she cops
And we the drug, and we the drug, and we the drug
Bitch I'm high as fuck, just let it sing to you
I stay in the sky so there's no way you can get fly as me
Niggas wish that some point in their life they'll get high as me
Never though, got a dorm room filled with hella smoke
With towels under the door hoping no one outside smell the dro
Fuck it, I'm blazing up, bad bitch craving dust
So I passed it to her last thing she’ll see before waking up
Strong dank leave your main bitches with throat aches
One of em half bakeing, half dressed cause her clothes stank
Rolling paper skills, it's the time I showcase
So rush down, bitches want a star beat like old Bapes
Where Davon at? cause he can Zieir too
Big Cam Lawrence kid, you can even call Lionel
Tyler dog, hit it once for the game
Give it to Hodgy Beats then dish it off to the Brain
My eyes heavy, someone give me a orange juice
Louie V shades so my thoughts don't support you
Thoughts decreases, hunger builds in my torso
Paper plane on paper plane, can I please aboard you
You, you, uh, ayo Vyron, light that one
Kush, coke, X, mushroom
I'm high as fuck
I'm Atheist, so I let the blunt bless her
Higher then a fat nigga bitch blood pressure
On the dresser is the kush compressor
That four cents of bags of fluorescent flower pedals
Take a hit of this shit, inviting some
Bitches over to the crib, take a sniff, feeling numb
Baby girl, this is love, mixed with coke
And the eighty proof is in the pudding, so is a pint of cum
This is fun, don't you even try to run
Get you high, get you drunk, oh wait, you're not even real
This is fucking fake, snow white is in my nasal
I don't even think I'm able to shimmy passed the table
Without tripping on cables, me and Travis crying
Earl is probably dying, Cedric licking walls
And all of us tripping balls, heart beating in a trance
I'm in a submissive stance, I'm not fucking playing
When I say call the ambulance, shit
Call the fucking ambulance
I can't feel me, call the.. I can't fucking breathe
I'm not fucking.. this isn't.. What the fuck is this he..
Yo call the ambulance, my heart is beating too fast
I'm bout to.. Open a fucking window |
excellent | Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
Uh, that Jet Life, Jet Life nigga yeaaah
Uh, Jet Life, Jet LIfe nigga
Yeaaah
Cut the checks I came to get the butters
Live from the gutta, intelligent motherfucker
Since I been at bat these wack rappers been in trouble
And Roddy stand tall even when I'm outnumbered
Ain't no lie, she say she comfortable in my covers
Tryna hide my keys, hide my phone, hide my rubbers
My other gig laying that pipe down I'm a plumber
From sun down to sun up I'm plotting on my come up
You sho nuff cough up a lung where the fuck I come from
Don't get me twisted, I'm no swisher sweet blunt
It's best cop yo own shit, mother fuck a front
Cause mama got some ass you can see from the front
I'm talking back like a camel
In that bed I'm an animal
Betcha she can't handle it when I'm gone off that cannabis
Her brain excellent, my brain scrambling
Yeaaauh
Her brain excellent, my brain scrambling
Betcha she can't handle it when I'm gone off that cannabis
Her brain excellent, my brain scrambling
Yeaaauh, Jet Life nigga
See no speak no evil
Trade need this paper like a fiend need the needle
When I'm on the track I'm pulling stunts like Knievel
If my life is like a movie, then Young Roddy is the sequel
And Spitta is the prequel
As far as the rest of y'all go, y'all ain't no where equal
Trade spit Ether, flow so lethal
Money stacking in, ya ho posted chiefing
She said she want a villain, she so tired of the weaklings
I'm speaking on behalf of the real niggas eating
Play tme is over, this game too easy
I'm bound to hit a lick sooner or later, oh believe me
I'm posted up steaming
High nights living that Jet Life, rookie of the season, Trade really beaming
MVP of the league, I'm beasting
Bitch give me head like she feasting
Got a nigga tweaking
Excellent brain, watch her suck me down like she teething
A lemon to a lime, I'm on yo bitch mind
Empire on the rise all by my design
Been on crutches for a couple months, that's fine
My bottom bitch running errands for me all the time
Blood type G, positive I'm on that loud, on my grind
On that road, in that '95 SS Camaro hood scoop with the slanted eyes
Homie step aside, I make turns wide
Getting dome while I drive, trying not to close my eyes
Maintain my focus, don't wanna crash
Doing some shit I could have done in my pad
But yeah this bitch working it out like a counselor
Head doctor you can count on for house calls
Might see me in front of her crib
Ducked off getting scooped up with my headlights off |
intro hand it down | Sorry boys
But all the money in the world couldn't bring me back again
Lay down, lay down
Gonna stretch my mic out in Ponce Funeral Home on Marcy
Always knew I'd make a stop there
But a lot later than a whole gang of people thought
The last of the real hustlers, well, maybe not the last
Bleek's gonna be a good rapper
New, improved Jay-Z -- I quit
I'm retiring, ain't enough money in this game to keep me around
Sorry Big, I tried, honest
Can't go with me on this ride though, I'm calling the shots
The bar's closing, where we going to for breakfast?
Roc-A-Fella y'all -- OKAY, I'M RELOADED!
"Bringing the drama"
"Trying to come up in the game""Marcy"
"Add a couple of dollar signs to my name""Roc-A-Fella y'all"
"One of the best!"
"Waiting for my day to come"
"Just give me the word"
Nah this ain't Jigga, it's your lil nigga Bleek
Reporting to these motherfuckers live from the street
Game I peeped those, my mind so advanced
At nine I used to geese hoes for Easter clothes
Peep the steez, I represent for all those
With 28 grams, on a come-up trying to creep the keys
Large niggas told me park the car, keep the keys
Find a hoodrat and creep to Mickey D's
First gun two bullets, niggas know I do pull it
Niggas trying to kill me dog, who wouldn't?
Screw Gooden, I pitch in the PJ's
Lit off the EJ, I split Dutchies with my ring finger
You find a bitch that owe me cream, bring her
Last seen with Bing, he got dropped between us
Shit is constant, that's why I pack the
Johnson and Johnson for the nonsense, who wants it?
I go to sleep with a picture of a Porsche on my wall
Man I'm trying to come up on y'all, get one up on y'all
That's why I hustle in these streets from sundown to sunup on y'all
Mama said keep bullshitting they'll kill you dead
One week of this hustling brought a living room set
Went to Tom D's, niggas mad, veins out
Copped the Jordan's, two weeks before they came out
Flashy, fly little nigga
Nosy bitch from the third floor like "Why little nigga?"
Bitch please, twist the trees
Took a long pull, like bitch to breathe
That's my answer, life's like cancer
And I'm serious
"Waiting for my day to come"
"Just give me the word" |
ready for whatever | Hate the price of fame 'coz it cost too much (yeah boy)
And you lame niggas talk too much (yeah)
I'm ready for whatever, somebody better tell 'em (yeah boy)
I said I'm ready for whatever, hey hey
Even though my head in the clouds, I'm planted on the pavement
How I walk around, people starin' at amazement
And I play a lot of game on where I be and I ain't playin with it
They so judgmental, maybe they don't understand
If your life was in jeopardy e'ryday, is you tellin me
You wouldn't need weaponry just because of your felony?
Consider this at least, I got e'rybody sweatin me
On the streets is people who won't rest unless I rest in peace
Killed my folk a year ago, still in my sleep they threaten me
Paranoia stressin me, ain't nobody protectin me
I'm dealin with the pressure from my partner dyin next to me
No one's arrested, they comin for me eventually
This was all the things I was goin through mentally
This could be the reason I ignored the penitentiary
Not mentioning New Orlean niggas comin in the city
Killin all summer long, ain't nobody payin attention
Now, is it that hard to understand if you listen?
Either die or go to jail, that's a hell of a decision
But I'm wrong and I know it, my excuses aren't important
I'm just tryna let you know that I ain't think I had a choice, for real
I had straps in my ride, gotta go to prison
You waiting on me to die, you gon' be waiting for a minute
Ready for whatever, somebody better tell 'em
I be here when the smoke clears and everythin settles, for real
Can't afford the price of fame 'coz it cost too much
Plus these sucka niggas lame and they talk too much
Ready for whatever, somebody better tell 'em
I be here when the smoke clears and everythin settles, for real
For real, for real, ay, for real
I say, when e'rything settles, for real
Ay, for real, ay, for real
I say, when e'rything settles for real
Yeah, I know what you thinking
"First Michael Vick, now this, huh?"
Naw, not exactly
I tell you how this shit went down for real, dog
I'm a man, I ain't perfect, I admit it, I'm guilty
But understand, feel me, I was ridin filthy
'Coz niggas out there plottin, to rob me and kill me
500 thousand every year spent on security
And my future was bright, but now it's gettin blurry
'Coz niggas in a hurry to find me and bury me
But surely, God'll deliver me up out it
I'm a fighter to the heart, I forever be about it
I'm a father to my sons, asset to my community
Look at all that I done, my good weigh the negativity
Mentally, I was focused on not lettin history
Repeat itself, that’s why heat was kept in the vicinity
Yes, officially, I broke the law but not maliciously
Through all of the publicity, was anyone considerin
My position and the logic hid in my decision?
But they caught me with it, now I'm off to prison, period
But is it that hard to understand if you listen?
Either die or go to jail, that's a hell of a decision
But I'm wrong and I know it my excuses ain't important
I'm just tryna let you know that I ain't think I had a choice, for real
I had straps in my ride, gotta go to prison
You waiting on me to die, you gon' be waiting for a minute
Ready for whatever, somebody better tell 'em
I be here when the smoke clears and everythin settles, for real
Can't afford the price of fame 'coz it cost too much
Plus these sucka niggas lame and they talk too much
Ready for whatever, somebody better tell 'em
I be here when the smoke clears and everythin settles, for real
For real, for real, ay, for real
I say, when e'rything settles, for real
Ay, for real, ay, for real
I say, when e'rything settles for real
Ay, I said listen, homeboy. You can talk all you want, mayne, you know what I'm saying? Everybody talk to the King, you know what I'm sayin? Everybody's entitled to an opinion, you know what I'm sayin? They like yesterdays, everybody got one
But the fact of the matter remains: if you ain't walk a mile in my shoes and you ain't lived a day in my life, you ain't survive the shit I done survived, you ain't had to deal with the shit I had to deal with, homeboy—you can't muhfuckin' judge me, partner
I mean, look at folk like Sean Taylor. You know what they said?
They said, had he had a strap, he'da lived today. You know what I'm sayin?
Now, true enough, I was dead wrong, I broke the law, I deserve to be punished. I understand that, aight? Cool. But listen, man, I got a house full of kids, a mama, and an old lady, whose life is my responsibility. You dig that?
Now, for all of y'all who think I was just ridin' around on some dumb shit: you know I'm smarter than you man! You know I'm smarter than you dawg! Ay, if you think I was just being stupid, shawty, I got some muhfuckin' oceanfront property in Idaho for sale, homie. If you believe that, I got a bridge in Brooklyn I wanna sell you, partner
Ay, man, real talk: In order to understand my train of thoughts, you have to put yourself in my position. You can't expect me to think like you, 'cause my life ain't like yours, you know what I'm sayin?
If you don't understand that, you don't understand English. I'm done talking |
aint love | Yeah, layin' in her underwear
Tryna' see what's under there
I don't wanna ruin it
But you got me excited
I can't fight it with you, oh
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, layin' in her underwear
I just wanna stop and stare
Wanna see where this could go
But I can see just where this is going
It's too late for slowing down, yeah
I just wanted you to notice me
I just wanted you to notice me
For who I am
Instead of who I was
'Stead of who I'm becoming
That shit ain't love
It ain't love
It ain't love
Faded jeans and faded rooms
Didn't wanna fuck it up with you
When she hit me with the, "Come through"
You know, goddammit, I'll slide through
Anytime that you need me to, ooh, oh, oh
Yeah, layin' in her underwear
Tryna' see what's under there
I don't wanna ruin it
But you got me excited
I can't fight it with you, oh
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, layin' in her underwear
I just wanna stop and stare
Wanna see where this could go
But I can see just where this is going
It's too late for slowing down, yeah
Notice me
I just wanted you to notice me
For who I am
'Stead of who I was
'Stead of who I'm becoming
That shit ain't love
You know that shit ain't love, yeah
Oh yeah, ooh
That shit ain't love, ooh |
21 guns | Do you know what's worth fighting for
When it's not worth dying for?
Does it take your breath away
And you feel yourself suffocating?
Does the pain weigh out the pride?
And you look for a place to hide?
Did someone break your heart inside?
You're in ruins
One, twenty-one guns
Lay down your arms
Give up the fight
One, twenty-one guns
Throw up your arms into the sky
You and I
When you're at the end of the road
And you lost all sense of control
And your thoughts have taken their toll
When your mind breaks the spirit of your soul
Your faith walks on broken glass
And the hangover doesn't pass
Nothing's ever built to last
You're in ruins
One, twenty-one guns
Lay down your arms
Give up the fight
One, twenty-one guns
Throw up your arms into the sky
You and I
Did you try to live on your own
When you burned down the house and home?
Did you stand too close to the fire
Like a liar looking for forgiveness from a stone?
When it's time to live and let die
And you can't get another try
Something inside this heart has died
You're in ruins
One, twenty-one guns
Lay down your arms
Give up the fight
One, twenty-one guns
Throw up your arms into the sky
One, twenty-one guns
Lay down your arms
Give up the fight
One, twenty-one guns
Throw up your arms into the sky
You and I |
aye | 17, we ain't playin', ayy
15 car garage, ayy
Shit still ain't enough, ayy
Bank account got the most, ayy
I saved bread from the start, ayy
Show money for 15, ayy
Now shit changed a lot, ayy
Six houses 20 cars, ayy
Seven hundred thousand on some jewelry
Now they know a nigga livin' large, ayy
All of them push to starts, ayy
Weed stank like a fart, ayy
Red dot got a mark, ayy
Let it fly, we're in the car, ayy
Fake tough, he ain't hard
Ayy, I was way smarter than niggas
Ayy, I got way farther than niggas
Ayy, I ain't play cards with these niggas
Ayy, I ain't chill out, I ain't take numbers, I ain't play a part of these niggas
Ayy, it was RGF, either win or lose but still sharkin' these niggas
Ayy, Banshee Park on these niggas
Ayy, I pull up parkin' these niggas
Ayy, I was never friendly, it was never envy
Say "real recognize real"
Ayy, I ain't sign for no deal
Ayy, banked up a couple mill
Ayy, me and 4k fo'real
Ayy, pull up on ya big wheel
Ayy, niggas eatin' big meals
Ayy, all day big krill
Ayy, 90 y'all burn to shit
Ayy, that's a million dollar buildin'
Ayy, I kept fuckin' up my pack
Ayy, I ain't ever reach a million
Ayy, 12 hunnit that's the block
Ayy, Harlem World, that's the hood
Ayy, Pill squad, party packs
Ayy, young niggas eatin' good
Ayy, fuck nigga try to go against me
And now he's stuck for real
Ayy, I guess he's stuck in Pyur hell
Ayy, it was such a pure fail
Ayy, tell that nigga farewell
Ayy, pure white big scale
Ayy, beige color, fish scale
Ayy, I play my numbers real well (Wap)
Mmmm, ayy
Mmmm, ayy
Mmmm, ayy
Mmmm, ayy, baby
Yeah, holdin' up the island for a while (yeah)
Loyalty, no new friends allowed (yeah)
Baby I'm the king, see the crown (yeah)
Nigga when you see me take a bow (Zoovie)
And my jeans, that bought 50 thou' (yeah)
Told my mama I'ma make her proud (yeah)
Zoovie, zoo I smoke it by the pound (yeah)
Forty with the 30 for the round
Silent killer, I don't make a sound (shhh)
Niggas cannot turn me down (yeah)
I am the man in the town (yeah)
Hate me or love me, these niggas be bitin'
You know I'm the man with the sound (yeah)
Yeah, I guess it's really what they wanted (yeah)
It's go time and I'm on it (yeah)
It's all mines and I want it (yeah)
No thirst, just a warnin' (yeah)
Cash checks when I'm yawnin'
8th time platinum for a song
6th time platinum for a song
3 time platinum for a song
3 time platinum for the album (yeah)
RGF, welcome to the islands (yeah)
Zoogang and I'm the ZooGod (yeah)
Show me your frostbite
Show you what it cost like
Know I be workin' shawty (yeah)
Fuck out my business
Who is you kiddin'?
You is no kin to me (yeah)
Rollin' with the gang
Like sayin' we blessed and he's my enemy
Yeah, I am too hot now and I won't stop now
Ain't no endin' me, yeah
Mmmm, ayy
Mmmm, ayy
Mmmm, ayy
Mmmm, baby
Mmmm, ayy
Mmmm, ayy
Mmmm, ayy
Mmmm, baby |
hard | She don't accept me, but she speak to my watch
She won't regret me, when she let me fuck
She won't look at me, but she see I go hard
I had to put my beamer in park
I pull up on the house and she want it hard
She hop up on me and then she ride it hard
Then I go outside and keep grindin' hard
It ain't my boys then, I don't give no fuck
It is then, I don't give a fuck
Money ain't that much, I'll give it up
Pull up, give 500 to a cluck
Life ain't that much, I'll live it up
I'll just get a blunt, I'll fill it up
Hop up in my beamer, I'll fill it up
Everybody eatin', I'll bill it up
Baby I'll keep my mouth closed, I'll seal it up
I won't lie to you, I'm real as fuck
I'm all about my Feddi, Sosa Piñata
And fuck if she let me, then I been by her
I spend by her, I went by her
I fucked on her, I flexed on her
I love Beamer's and Bentley's
Remember dreamin' of them
Now I can hop in any
And be speeding in them
She knows my boys always with me
And I'm bleeding with them
She don't accept me, but she speak to my watch
She won't regret me, when she let me fuck
She won't look at me, but she see I go hard
I had to put my beamer in park
I pull up on the house and she want it hard
She hop up on me and then she ride it hard
Then I go outside and keep grindin' hard |
remix kozlovsky | ” ft. i61, Technofight & Acid Drop King]
Ай
Я пишу этот трек над ювелирным, чтобы ты знал, пидор
Прямо над ювелиркой
Внизу делается золото
(Бриллианты, блять)
Окей, окей, окей, о черт
Я как Даня Козловский — суки хотят фото
Если кайфовый бампер, буду под капотом
Десятка на пятак, я вырубаю оптом
Она идет на член, словно на работу
Я как Даня Козловский — суки хотят фото
Если кайфовый бампер, буду под капотом
Десятка на пятак, я вырубаю оптом(эти шишки)
Она идет на член, словно на работу
Будто бы юный кмон, я робокоп этого города
Меня и его, видит Адам арестованный
Я как молодой Бог, видимо, дамы очарованы, лох
Я Данила, он на стиле видит убогого, а
Лайфстайл "натс" — орехов так много, а
Канабиноломашина, минимум секс до гроба
О, черт, ноу хомо, я ебу все, что живое
Босса, подругу и мэра Москвы дома
Колю, мамину подругу Олю, Митя Фомин
Бывших, Димана голос
Зашел на Бойлер Рум, выебал всех в доме
Данила Козловский, хоуми
Я вижу суку, сука хочет тебя
Со своей подругой-сукой тихо гладит меня
Отовсюду эти клубы дыма день ото дня
Я вырубаю килла вол и к телефону ля-ля
Я половоззрел и молод, и меня нет на твоем фото
Мирамистин у твоей мамы, я тоже вчера пер ее
И этот ебаный кейк, и меня несет Харитонов
А кто такой Харитонов? Освободитель, ребенок
Галлоны голого бога на водном мыл его ноги
Мало тебе моих мук, я раскидаю дороги, пошел ты!
Я полный как ебаный Сотник, Девятая рота, Федя, ты уебок, бля!
Футболка — два икса, эль, я не нравлюсь ее папе
Каждый день — экзамен за респект окраин
Ее тело — это дар, ее рот — это проклятье
И я выгляжу как будто больше с нею не играюсь
Брось свой зад пониже, детка, это для моих ребят
Ублюдков, что трэпуют каждый день и никогда не спят
Ублюдков, что взъебут твой дом и сквад, за который ты все отдашь
Геймбой, приставку, кроссы, твою суку и твой кэш на ланч!
Я на гетто свэге всегда
Я на нужном стреме всегда
Я на телефоне, я на милом фейсе
Эй, малыш, как твои дела?
Я на суперстэлсе всегда
Где я был, каждый хочет узнать
Я нюхал первый и ебал моделей
И весь твой клевый лайфстайл, файт
Я как Даня Козловский — суки хотят фото
Если кайфовый бампер, буду под капотом
Десятка на пятак, я вырубаю оптом
Она идет на член, словно на работу
Я как Даня Козловский — суки хотят фото
Если кайфовый бампер, буду под капотом
Десятка на пятак, я вырубаю оптом (эти шишки)
Она идет на член, словно на работу
Я мал и наивен, из кисок тут ливень
Но я не для каждой, ты хуй че докажешь
Трэпую на барже, меня знает каждый
В кокосе мой гаджет, звони на домашний
Пищала, как пейджер, но я был с ней вежлив
Всегда такой свежий, грешу, но безгрешен
А с виду я нежный (как снег)
Она подходит в клубе и пиздит, что не узнала (ну да)
Ласкает мои плечи, мои мышцы словно скалы
Ты мокнешь от накала, я опаснее напалма
Ты хочешь все те деньги, что приносит мне реклама
Скажи мне по секрету, кем работает твой папа?
Ты хлещешь "Пять Озер", в моем стакане граппа (бухло)
Зовешь меня к себе, меняй бельишко в спальне (фу)
Твой парень все поймет — я слишком сексуальный
Он тоже хочет быть со мной, но я недосягаем
Я плачу МС, чтоб он убрал меня фристайлом
Воу, сука, стой, я флексил, будто Солджа Бой
А, я — Даня, боже мой, запах Диор, по коже дрожь
Козловский Даня — заложник лали
Той пошлой шмаре безбожно вставил
Роскошный варик, твой прошлый парень
В подошве встрянет, роскошный варик
Я купил своей основной суке сумку Фенди (да, я помню-помню)
Мой хоуми из Пи, хоуми Кинг и мой джанки в Одессе (это для ребят)
Смотри, на нас будут пускать слюни даже их дети (их ебаные дети)
На хую верчу их зарплаты, их жизни, их мнения (ай)
Я как Даня Козловский — суки хотят фото
Если кайфовый бампер, буду под капотом
Десятка на пятак, я вырубаю оптом
Она идет на член, словно на работу
Я как Даня Козловский — суки хотят фото
Если кайфовый бампер, буду под капотом
Десятка на пятак, я вырубаю оптом
Она идет на член, словно на работу |
baby daddy | Uh (30, you a fool for this one)
Tell your baby daddy I'm richer
Bitch, I don't wanna sip liquor
Stop tryna pressure my niggas
Just left the club, that shit was weak
Grab me a ho off the street, huh
Wait 'til I leave, I'm finna fuck, beat it 'til I fall asleep (Woo!)
Your baby daddy a sucker, ayy, your baby daddy a buster, ayy
Your baby daddy so broke, he hit the plug for a free line of coke
I'm 30 deep with the whole gang, pull up, we bringin' the pain
Fuckin' a bitch, grabbin' her throat, poppin' out all of her veins
Ride a Maybach, not a Mustang, nut on her face, fuck up her bangs
Choke-slam a nigga, like I was Kane, choppa, it sing like ZAYN
Shoot out the roof, no aim
Shoot out the roof, no aim
I want the guap, you can have fame
I make them blue hunnids sing (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Two choppas with me, I don't use no pistols (Brr, ooh)
Big, fat Backwood, it look like a missile (Yuh, ooh)
My bitches come when I go blow the whistle (Brr)
Your girl gave me top, and then you gon' kiss her (Damn)
Yeah, I walked in and I'm drippin', it's Fiji (Ooh)
Too much ice on me, the doctor come see me (Damn)
Niggas hate on me, they wish they could be me (Oh shit)
All my cars foreign and they ain't got no ceiling (Woo)
Blow two hunnid bands in a night (Yeah)
Show you how I'm livin' life (Ooh!)
Fuck five hoes, I ain't got a wife (Damn)
Bust down on Napoleon Dynamite (Yeah)
Glacier on my neck, I don't need a light
Pour eight in a two liter, I ain't thinkin' twice
Smoke 20 blunts, yeah, I'm feelin' like a fuckin' kite (Brr)
Put my dick in her, oh shit, yeah, her pussy tight (Ooh)
Your baby daddy a sucker, ayy, your baby daddy a buster, ayy
Your baby daddy so broke, he hit the plug for a free line of coke
I'm 30 deep with the whole gang, pull up, we bringin' the pain
Fuckin' a bitch, grabbin' her throat, poppin' out all of her veins
Ride a Maybach, not a Mustang, nut on her face, fuck up her bangs
Choke-slam a nigga, like I was Kane, choppa, it sing like ZAYN
Shoot out the roof, no aim (Brr, brr)
Shoot out the roof, no aim (Hey!)
I want the guap, you can have fame
I made them blue hunnids sing (Offset!)
I make them blue hunnids talk (Talk to me)
Pinky ring white, look like chalk (White)
I got your bitch, I just bought (Bought)
How much you think in my vault? (How much?)
Chopper with the pump, it got sawed (Brr)
Patek cost a hunnid, oh, Lord (Patek gang)
Diamond VVSs, whoa, whoa (Whoa)
My pockets double-stuffed, it overload (Overload)
Slidin' on your bitch in a peacoat (Slide)
Super Bowl on my fist, subzero (Slide)
Black Bentayga, it's a emo (Woo)
Shootin' dice in Vegas, shoot a free-throw (Whoa)
Bombs in the trap like a C4 (Bombs)
Fuck her in her mouth, wanna de-load (Uhh)
Bitch I'm not the sheep, I'm the big G.O.A.T. (G.O.A.T.)
Go and check the peephole (Woo)
Your baby daddy a sucker, ayy, your baby daddy a buster, ayy
Your baby daddy so broke (Woo, woo, woo, woo), he hit the plug for a free line of coke (Hey)
I'm thirty deep with the whole gang, pull up, we bringin' the pain (Gang, gang, gang)
Fuckin' a bitch, grabbin' her throat, poppin' out all of her veins (We did)
Ride a Maybach, not a Mustang, nut on her face, fuck up her bangs (Gah)
Choke-slam a nigga, like I was Kane, choppa, it sing like ZAYN (Brr)
Shoot out the roof, no aim (Brr)
Shoot out the roof, no aim (Brr)
I want the guap, you can have fame (Guap, guap, guap), I made them blue hunnids sing (Hey!) |
1 threw 8 | (What are you afraid of?)
(What are you afraid of?)
(What are you afraid of?)
(What are you afraid of?)
Uh... 1 2 1 2...
Sometimes I see the uh
Sometimes I see the world for how fucked up it really is
I tell myself I'll be the one to make a change in it
I could die tonight, not make it to the sunrise
Then I couldn't heal the pain in it
I'm gettin' high to forget about the lows though
Get a pay check, spend it all on polo
Designer brands cover up my insecurities
Personally I ain't nothin' but an average Joe though
Now I'm dressin' so expensive, for no reason
Cold world we livin' in, it's below freezin'
I got a family, can't afford a coat
So I leave a little paper there before I go
Spend a thousand on a hotel, they poor and broke
Made me wonder who I'm prayin' to before the show
This a letter to whoever, I'm just tryna set you free
Remember love, if you can't, remember me
Dear people on earth after I die, what's the weather like?
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, and I ain't perfect but I try
Hey, I wonder if I'll maybe get a second life
This time I'm a get it right
It's either God or the devil with these drugs I'm on
I don't know if we were meant to see it all like this
Still, plantin' seeds so my money long
Money addict, it's a habit that palms gon' itch
I wish we could just all get rich
Sometimes not havin' money is all I miss
And yet these hoes that roll up on my dick
The all American girl, that's just a blond head bitch
Am I supposed to have some thoughts like this?
Could we figure out what God might've miss?
It's funny that these questions never get an answer
Life a bitch sometimes you got to reprimand her
Never understand her, why should I even try?
Live forever then you never feel the need to die
This a letter, open it to set you free
Remember love and remember me
Dear people on earth after I die, what's the weather like?
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, and I ain't perfect but I try
Hey, I wonder if I'll maybe get a second life
This time I'm a get it right
What does it mean to be a sensation? Do you have to be sensational?
And how you know you made it?
When you're with Killa Cam, watchin' Paid in Full
I never had good grades in school but, shock the world is what I came to do
I got a song I wanna play for you, so can you sing that back to me?
What does it mean to be a sensation? Do you have to be sensational?
And how you know you made it?
When you're with Killa Cam, watchin' Paid in Full
I never had good grades in school but, shock the world is what I came to do
I got a song I wanna play for you, so can you sing that back to me? |
facetime | Face time with my little freak
All I need a little peak
Play time under the sheets
I just need a little piece, show it to me
Face time baby, all I need a little peak
Show it to mean, ooh face time baby
Face time with my little freak
I walked outside to her beautiful face
Beach in the background its a beautiful day
She got her Pandora on, on her Boosie station
Sweats on real simple and she looking amazing
The view in the beach, the sun and the tree
Made her say ooh baby sin for me
I like to face time her when she wake up with no makeup
No shirt so she can see I got my weight up
Girls night out they go get messed up
When they leave out the club she gon' hit me up
There she go now she all turnt up
Talking nasty blowing kisses girl you do too much
I face time her before the show now I'm doing too much
Hold the camera just right so she can see me iced up
Me and my friend getting our thug on
You going to work face timing with your scrubs on
I got a friend that I like to see nighttime daytime
I like to look her in the eye when I say hi
I know she hit me up on the face so I stay fly
'Fore I Instagram her I'mma face time
Walking through the mall looking at her in her board shorts
Made me get some board shorts for my little friends
I tuned in so I told her let me see something
licking my tongue like I want to eat something
Sexy an understatement you bad as can be
You take the stress off a G when you laughing with me
And when my wi-fi tripping, single start dropping
I be doing what I gotta to try to solve that problem
My partners call me FT for short
Seeing your face help me read your heart
I'm in New York getting money business meetings all day
But when I'm finished I'm headed to the room face time baby |
drop the bomb on em | Yeah, boy
Them better ring the alarm, boy
Them know what's coming, boy
Buh! Buh-Buh! Haha
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh my God, fuckin' bumbaclot
I'm hard as Kenard, the little boy who shot Omar in The Wire
Tie a whore up with barbed wire, you're nothing but a brah, boy
I'm the real deal, and Charbroiler on the bonfire
And bon voyage, bitch, I'm like Chef Boyardee in this bitch
Send a bomb to my mom's lawyer
I'm a problem for you, boy, you think you're Tom Sawyer
'Til I pull you out the fuckin' storybook and stomp on ya
Fuckin' fictitional characters and fairy tales
Prepare yourself for Captain America on Ferris wheels
But it ain't fiction, it's fact, boy, beware, it's real
Them lyrics you wield equal zero to a hero's shield
Mr. Fly by the seat of his pants parasail
Fall, hit the trampoline, bounce, and grab a pair of stilts
And I ain't wearing zilch, zip, zero, nothing; no, nada
Like your father fucking your mother
Drop the bomb on 'em
(Please don't drop the bomb on me
Shady, please, please don't drop the bomb on me)
Drop the bomb on 'em
(I don't want no doggone beef, see
Ain't no reason to sic the dogs on me)
Drop the bomb on 'em
(Please don't drop the bomb on me
Shady, please, please don't drop the bomb on me)
Drop the bomb on 'em
(I don't want no doggone beef, see
Ain't no reason to sic the dogs on me)
Boy, I'm the Real McCoy, you little boys can't even fill voids
Party's over, kids, kill the noise, here come the killjoys
Me and Dre the steel alloys, the rap Crown Royals
That scalp cowboys, now, how that sound for you?
Yeah, boy, you know we're about to put it down for you
So kick your shoes off in the foyer, have a sound voyage
And sayonara, see you fuckers tomorrow
Get some R&R and marinate in some marinara
And have a Coke and a smile, don't make me open a jar
Of whoop-ass on you, that's the last straw you're hopin' to draw
Yeah, you're fresher than most, boy, I'm just doper than all
Boy, I'm that boy, boy, them boys, them no up to par
I just show up, go up to the stage, and blow up the spot
There ain't no boy who can do what I do, boy, I'm a star
Boy, I told you, boy, I'm a soldier boy, I'm Deshaun
Holton in this bitch, I'm the Proof, boy, you're a fraud
I'll destroy you, boy, fuck around and blow you to sod
Oh my God, boy, you didn't go there, no, you did not
I got a whole storyboard for you, boy, you're the plot
You're gettin' got, whether you try to avoid it or not
Apology not accepted, boy, Detroit is a rock
We get to beefin', ain't no tellin' at what point it'll stop
All I got to do is point to the spot
When the bomb drops, boy, does it drop
And when it does, boy, there's a problem
Drop the bomb on 'em
(Please don't drop the bomb on me
Shady, please, please don't drop the bomb on me)
Drop the bomb on 'em
(I don't want no doggone beef, see
Ain't no reason to sic the dogs on me)
Drop the bomb on 'em
(Please don't drop the bomb on me
Shady, please, please don't drop the bomb on me)
Drop the bomb on 'em
(I don't want no doggone beef, see
Ain't no reason to sic the dogs on me)
Boy, don't jinx yourself, boy, I'm Micheal Spinks with the belt
Stringer Bell, boy, my name rings bells for itself
I'm sick as hell, boy, you better run and tell someone else
Bringin' hell, boy, sing 'em telegrams and get dealt
And to that boy on them sedative meds who said he was better
I bet he never seen Freddy in a black and red little sweater
Back, better than ever, the cheddar shredder, the grater
The beef grinder, I'll settle vendettas a little later
Givin' haters incubators, think you made a mistake
By saying Shady was ghost, I ain't even close to the gate
You got one foot in the grave, just stay put and behave
I'm 'bout to turn this fuckin' place to Beirut in a day
So, hey, wouldn't you say I'm the shit?
Couldn't agree with you more
If you were to say that my fuckin' shit doesn't stink
Shady-fuckin'-Aftermath, boy, the ship doesn't sink
It just floats in the fuckin' water 'til we fill up the tank
Drop the bomb on 'em
(Please don't drop the bomb on me
Shady, please, please don't drop the bomb on me)
Drop the bomb on 'em
(I don't want no doggone beef, see
Ain't no reason to sic the dogs on me)
Drop the bomb on 'em
(Please don't drop the bomb on me
Shady, please, please don't drop the bomb on me)
Drop the bomb on 'em
(I don't want no doggone beef, see
Ain't no reason to sic the dogs on me) |
wesley presley | Yeah
Future Hendrix
Huh?
Super Future, boy, woo
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga (Come on)
White girl with me like Elvis
Ol' girl say I'm too selfish
Sipping on lean, can't help it
If I take a drug test now, I'm gon' fail it
Gotta pimp it on 'em, nigga, Port Arthur
Young rich nigga bangin' on your daughter
Got the white girl with me like Presley
New Jack City, nigga, like Wesley
White girl with me, Cindy Crawford
Tryna sell that bitch to my partner (Here you go)
Pocket full of bread like pasta
Grab the ho, spray it on you niggas like Shotta
Fuck these pussy niggas, I'ma go get cocky
Keep a down bitch on the team like Rocky
Got them bricks on me, nigga, Mr. Miyagi
Keep the stick, damn well, I don't speak Chinese
Fuck a thick bitch, then tell her hachi tachi
Rock the new Balencis like them bitches was Huaraches
I should move to Italy, I'm fresher than everybody
I'm an underground king, I'm turning up on everybody
White girl with me like Elvis
Ol' girl say I'm too selfish
Sipping on lean, can't help it
If I take a drug test now, I'm gon' fail it
Gotta pimp it on 'em, nigga, Port Arthur
Young rich nigga bangin' on your daughter
Got the white girl with me like Presley
New Jack City, nigga, like Wesley
White girl with me like Elvis
White girl with me like Elvis
New Jack City, nigga, like Wesley
Got the white girl with me like Presley
I got this bad bitch on me, Shawn Carter
Turn a hoodrat bitch to a model
A few shooters on deck, Osama
Got the trap jumpin' all the way back to Slauson
White girl hanging on my arm like I'm Brad Pitt
Trap phones on me and my paint dripping candy
Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you
Percocets gettin' on a nigga while I'm drinking
And I got a white girl with me, Tom Brady
Gold bottle coming right now, gotta Ace of Spade it
White girl with me like Elvis
Ol' girl say I'm too selfish
Sipping on lean, can't help it
If I take a drug test now, I'm gon' fail it
Gotta pimp it on 'em, nigga, Port Arthur
Young rich nigga bangin' on your daughter
Got the white girl with me like Presley
New Jack City, nigga, like Wesley
White girl with me like Elvis
White girl with me like Elvis
New Jack City, nigga, like Wesley
Got the white girl with me like Presley
Sippin' on lean, can't help it
If I take a drug test now, I'm gon' |
1st love | I grew up on Wonder Years. She was Saved by the Bell
I was Boyz in tha Hood. She was ATL
Used to sell weed to her roommate, that's how we met
Old girl didn't smoke, but she had jokes on deck
No disrespect. It's just the way it was
She clowned cause I was broke and always said Cuz
I would clown her for always saying Shorty and Yall
She smiled every time I did my little Southern drawl
Calls became frequent, we'd hang out on the weekend
Started feeling like she's the one Ive been seeking
Didn't take it far. Third base at most
Never sealed the deal, but came real close
I knew that if I hit it, I would have to stay committed
And I was young, 21, man I just wasn't with it
Knew what was coming, and you can't run from it
When a feelings that strong between a man and a woman
She said she wanted more than a friendship
But I wasn't willing to bend
I said I wanted friends with benefits
But I was only trying to pretend
I didn't want you (want you), need you (need you)
Really wanna make you mine
I would never mislead you, look at how I treat you
But girl, you gotta give me some time
So the first time we did it, it was alright
But soon I was creeping to her room every night
Something like magic, I felt I had to have it
Just the right fix to kick my chick habit
You know its always better when youre lovers and close friends
It started getting deep. I kind of felt closed in
I went out and made a stupid mistake
I stopped returning calls, went on a few dates
Of course it got back to where I knew she'd be hurt
But she didn't even trip and that made me feel worse
She showed me all that love after I did her dirt
Now I'm feeling like Im the scum of the earth
She left for break, and didn't leave her number
I thought about her every single day that summer
A sucker, for trying to keep it on the under
Said next time I see her, I'mma tell her that I love her
She said she wanted more than a friendship
But I wasn't willing to bend
I said I wanted friends with benefits
But I was only trying to pretend
I didn't want you (want you), need you (need you)
Really wanna make you mine
I would never mislead you, look at how I treat you
But girl, you gotta give me some time
Woulda swore I was student the way I was waiting
For the new semester to begin
The very next day I ran up to campus
And ran into one of her friends
I made small talk; I didn't want to seem lame
Or too anxious, but when I said her name
The tears came. She started to break down
I can still see the look on her face now
Through the tears, I could hear Drunk driver
Crash, accident, there were no survivors
She trying to continue to describe it
But just couldn't take it and she ran off crying
Lying if I said I wasn't filled with regret
I cried for three hours sitting down on them steps
But even though youre gone, your memory lives on
And for all I did wrong, I dedicate this song
To my first love
This for my first love |
comme ca | Encore une soirée dans Paname
Le lendemain les gens travaillent, j'ai
Pas d'entrave, je sors tard et j'rentre ravagé
Mégot calciné, au sol avec mes vandales entassés
Je sors, le temps d'enfiler mon pantalon froissé
Il fait un temps a surfer, une sœur m'a dit qu'elle sortait
Avec c'que j'ai absorbé hier, j'ose pas l'embrasser
On partage un sorbet ensemble, on se remet en scène
Des sornettes et je repense à l'an passé
Comme chaque été, chacune de mes têtes
Etaient sous grosse came
Dans le zoo à péter des teilles de Żubrówka
'Vec des zouz pour mes pochtrons, pour remplir les pochons
Les pochoirs, les poches, chiche kebabs sauce pois chiche
Que demande le peuple ? Je me contente de peu
Peu de monde le peut, moi, j'peux avec autant de beuh
J'entends des puff-puff, des toux grasses
Mon reuf, si t'es pef, fais ner-tour aç
J'débarque dans la fête, c'est la traque
J'suis insolent tel un dragueur
J'ai fini la tête sous un collant tel un braqueur
Je sais m'y prendre, bébé, c'est mis-pro
J'suis semi-pro et j'parle pas que d'ce micro
J'aime les bitchs comme ça qui font des pipes comme ça
C'est vrai que dit comme ça, ça fait sadique comme ça
Y'a pas qu'des filles comme ça mais dans un lit comme ça
Hey... J'préfère les petites lopes-sa
Envoie une tige comme ça, j'ai du shit comme ça
Si t'as d'la weed comme ça, on roule un spliff comme ça
Si t'as d'la tise comme ça, on passe une nuit comme ça
C'est la galère dans Paris, comme d'hab'
J'reste brave, c'est ça
Dans ma team, je suis le king, me teste pas
J'suis tel un bandit de ville qui te qué-tra
Oui, c'est la routine qui fait devenir flemmard
Très calme le Mekra
Mais si tu me casses les couilles, je te que-bra
Vrais savent, west side
De Paname, c'est mon tier-quar, ne teste pas
Donne pas ton avis si tu n'as pas l'sang chaud, gros
J'mène mon train d'vie et c'est un train fantôme
Lâche l'affaire, toi, tu pètes les plombs
Y'a que pour les bières que j'préfère les blondes
J'fais partie d'ces gens trop sincères pour ce monde de vicieux
Donc j'ai pas prévu d'plan B mais tu m'as jamais vu tremper
Pourtant une vie peut s'échanger contre 10 000E
Pendant que j'longe le vide, viens pas m'parler du danger
Le débat s'ouvre, d'une atroce stérilité
Pour te du-per, c'est les filles biens
Qu'les salopes ne cessent d'imiter
J'suis qu'un homme, j'aime les femmes à forte fertilité
Mais j'préfère mon équipe que seule la mort devrait diviser
Et j'prétends pas résoudre les problèmes du monde
J'veux juste être honnête avec mes collègues
Ne jamais déconner pour le gros derche d'une blonde
J'ai une dent contre ce pays que les commerces surplombent
×2
J'aime les bitchs comme ça qui font des pipes comme ça
C'est vrai que dit comme ça, ça fait sadique comme ça
Y'a pas qu'des filles comme ça mais dans un lit comme ça
Hey... J'préfère les petites lopes-sa
Envoie une tige comme ça, j'ai du shit comme ça
Si t'as d'la weed comme ça, on roule un spliff comme ça
Si t'as d'la tise comme ça, on passe une nuit comme ça
C'est la galère dans Paris, comme d'hab'
Give me five pour ma horde de kickeurs
J'ai grandi dans l'15, près des halls des immeubles
Et près des sournois, c'est quand t'as plus d'oseille
Qu'les gens disent "au revoir" bye bye
Y'avait des gens bizarres mais surtout des bastons
J'allais au Champs de Mars à la recherche de bastos
Sous pastis, on était clean all black, avec de la weed comme ça
Avant qu'les flics stoppent ça, on a tout mis dans l'sac |
lovin i lost | I remember (REPEATS)
I remember she sit there with her thickness
Never played a game but I heard about them sisters
A wise mister said love is "gonna get'cha"
But that ain't what I read in the scriptures, God be with us
It was hard for me to take down the pictures
I was tripping, I even called her sister
I could be someone you could talk to, each and every day
But you were 'bout to marry, be on your merry way
I'm singing through the pain like I was Mary J
Cause we break up to make up like Mary Kay
Rumors leaving tumors on my heart now
We fell in love huh just to fall apart now
I get your calls and I try to disregard now
What was easy for us now is hard now
Huh? Who do it better, we used to move together
Now we not together, is this our new forever?
Hell nah, I'm waiting on your call
Told you be I'll be back, had to break down some walls
Issues that I had
Some say it comes from not seeing my dad
Keep moving on
Hard for me to stay away and stay in touch
Girl, my heart is broke and I need a crutch
Thought I was okay but nights that I stayed up
Ass got me layed up, girl I never gave up
On you and us, I tried to take it day by day, and whew its tough
I know your young and you gotta live your life ma
I thought it was the right time for me to wife ya
I must confess, I miss the days of you laying on my chest
So confusing losing love, I'm saying god bless
Who do it better, we used to move together
Now we not together, is this our new forever? |
long night | Hi, can I talk to Teresa?
Oh, this is her mom?
Oh, you Mother Teresa?
Aw, I like that
Don't you tell me that it's all right
Because I'm anticipating a long night
Man
I've been up so damn early that I'm sleepwalkin'
Now my eyes are looking like Macaulay Culkin's
Watch me roll around the city like I'm Steve Hawkins
These bitches Waka flock to us when we walk in
They wanna act like it's a big deal, Ron Burgundy
I'm underground but I'm poppin' up commercially
I keep it buzzing like I'm a motherfuckin' worker bee
So I'mma need a couple Gs if you want a verse with me
So let me take your pay check
Now you gotta find another way to pay rent
Your life sucks like the Ravens
You ain't been on a date yet
I take your girl to dinner
Then go home and have some great sex
Yeah, this gon' be a long night
I guarantee it, we probably gon' see the sunlight
Before our eyes wide shut I'mma make a couple bucks
And a couple hundred drinks, we about to turn it up, like...
Don't you tell me that it's all right
Because I'm anticipating a long night
Ooh, woah
Grab a Corona and pass out in the tub
And when I wake up everything will be alright, alright
Yeah, I keep on running 'til I'm red up in the face
Had a party at the crib, everyone was hella grate-ful
Wait a minute, got a bedroom full of strangers
I ain't talking Danny Granger, but I'm running out of Pacers
I mean patience, nah, nothing can phase us
I know you say your name but, my mind was on vacation
Can't track that down, too many chasers
I can't pack that crowd, too many lame-sters
So let's just kick it in the back of my apartment
Or at Madison Square Garden, we could go and watch the Rangers
Central Park where we could go until it's dark
And when somebody try to stalk you I just keep you out of danger
So come to the crib just hop in Benz first
I'm after the cat, but I don't mean Chesire
Uh, shout out to Pat, he look like a Hemsworth
I'm kickin' it with Chance so baby don't say the N-word, shwoop!
Don't you tell me that it's all right
Because I'm anticipating a long night
Ooh, woah
Grab a Corona and pass out in the tub
And when I wake up everything will be alright, alright
Chance? The rapper? Igh!
Ashin Ls in a hotel sink
Management swears that the hotel stink
Whole time I'm yellin hold up a minute while the doorbell rings
When old coke glistening on my nose earring
And niggas just tryna function 'til a nigga can't function
And the weed so pungent that I probably won't punch it
And imported in punches and they actin' inpugnant
With a rock and a pin and they say pin I'm actin' 100
And I turn up turn up turn up
Get high burn up burn up burn up
I'm fucked up and she's fucked up and
We not gon' remember tonight so
Let's fuck in a Wendy's bathroom
Get frosty, forget the Sprite
Don't you tell me that it's all right
Because I'm anticipating a long night
Ooh, woah
Grab a Corona and pass out in the tub
And when I wake up everything will be alright, alright |
get down | Do you want me to put a price tag on your head nigga? (money)
Do you want me to go find out where you laying nigga? (go get em)
Do you want me to hit your block and start spraying nigga?
No, they don’t want me to hit they block and start spraying nigga
Hit the block hey!
Run in your house hey!
Fuck nigga get down!
Run in your house, where the money at? Where the dope at?
Where the stash at?
Dirty sticks automatic
I’m opening fire in traffic
I’m making your trap look like dinosaurs
Extinct, Jurassic
I’m whipping that pot on a Gangsta Grill
Shout out to Drama dramatic
Who the fuck told you that you can sell dope and step right on my block?
And how many times have I told you I do not fuck with the cops? (Fuck 12)
GLAW GLAW GLAW, fuck nigga don’t know about me
Keep fucking with me nigga, they’ll find you in a river somewhere in Chattanooga, Tennessee (gone!)
Do you want me to put a price tag on your head nigga? (money)
Do you want me to go find out where you laying nigga? (go get em)
Do you want me to hit your block and start spraying nigga?
No, they don’t want me to hit they block and start spraying nigga
Hit the block hey!
Run in your house hey!
Fuck nigga get down!
It’s Guwop in this bitch and I got shooters too
Snatch all the clothes out the mall like the looters do
And all my bitches got them racks, got a Hooters crew
My rims are gorgeous, riding on forgies big as hula hoops
Fuck the prosecution, I find a revolution
Sell white Rolls Royces with focals, inspired it on constitution
Whipping up babies that child abuse
That dog food, hard, and powder too
And 12 rottweilers that I feed gunpowder
They bite, don't bark or growl at you
These young niggas'll torture you, cartel will be proud of me
Vato Poma Coto told me the federales onto you
I told Vato man fuck the feds and watch Guwop, they 'posed to do
You local rappers dissing me, I’ll put you on the local news
Do you want me to put a price tag on your head nigga? (money)
Do you want me to go find out where you laying nigga? (go get em)
Do you want me to hit your block and start spraying nigga?
No, they don’t want me to hit they block and start spraying nigga
Hit the block hey!
Run in your house hey!
Fuck nigga get down!
The pistol I got for my enemies
Make em get in line like an assembly
You mugging too hard, you offending me
I hit em with guns made in Germany
I run in your house like a burglary
I hit em with choppers he needing a surgery
Crossing my line, I’m dropping that dime right on your mind
Hit him in the spine
I shoot the club up!
I’m feelin like Shaq, just got out of jail and I don’t wanna go back
I’m knocking 'em off then I go out of the country
I travel the world they call me Offset Borat
These niggas ain’t ready, spray like confetti
My niggas is lunatics but we not Nelly
Don’t think that I’m scared, don’t think I'm not scary
Cause young nigga walking with multiple felonies
You don't want Takeoff to find out where you lay your head at
I’m in your window, I’m at your back door
Fuck nigga where is the Benjamins at?
Me and my niggas, we creeping like Jeepers Creeper
Pull up on your block K right next to the speaker
I got the falcons, the seagulls, the eagles
Paper soldiers like I’m Beanie Sigel
You can fuck with that nigga but my dope is cleaner
You can shop with him but my price is cheaper
You don’t want me to go get my young niggas
And pull up and hop out and spray at your people
Price tag on your head
Talking about QC then we gone get physical
AK out the window, this shit gone get critical
Got certified shooters, ain’t no way they missing you
Do you want me to put a price tag on your head nigga? (money)
Do you want me to go find out where you laying nigga? (go get em)
Do you want me to hit your block and start spraying nigga?
No, they don’t want me to hit they block and start spraying nigga
Hit the block hey!
Run in your house hey!
Fuck nigga get down! |
1000 o clock | Fasten your seatbelts, remove glasses
Bright lights, bright lights
I wear shoes to bed
Paint teeth on my lips
Trench foot, gangrened for the win
Blitzkrieg Bopper
Petitioned out of shit's creek proper
The only inaccessible blip on the streaming doppler
Screaming ‘uncle’ in a sea of TV doctors
Free to occupy the same space in differing degrees of seedy commerce
The shot is slow pan, monitor guffawing
Flooded p.d. blotter under horizontal coffee
More to follow, outside tweakers are in love
Teeny Raque Welch submarining through the blood, voyagers
Poisoned or maybe just a misfit toy or two
Depending on the beacon that your voyeurs choose
That sorta hemming and hawing‘ll haunt your boiler rooms abysmally
And kidnap rapid eyes in their infancy
Everything his cutting room scrapped
On a silver screen that throws gummy bears back, attack!
All these tribes hoard breads and wines
These climates transform men to swine
(AGAIN!)
All these hives hide knives and lead
These bribes can't transform swine to men
Sensible sweater on ice
Devil horns high
Like shovels above a butter lamb with peppercorn eyes
Vendetta-drunk leader squealing
"it's the real pig fever"
Sick people pinky swearing on concealed 6th fingers
That's idle handwork in the spirit of death dealers
Look at mommy's little Hercules
Custom Troy Hurtubise
Flourish in the blind spot of Spittle County 'Gore Police'
Or really any readily ebbing and flowing 'War and Peace'
1 plain brown key foods bag head
2 holes later I'll see to this loose flatbread
Cats fucked off, at exactly what cost
The currency of brotherhood back in his cut palm
It sucks, it's nauseating dawn crawling with bugs
They seem attracted to the matters ofthe morally snubbed
See my ‘Goodnight Irene' massacred flat in the key of tragedy
Whole diner like "i'll have what he's having"
All these tribes hoard breads and wines
These climates transform men to swine
(AGAIN!)
All these hives hide knives and lead
These bribes can't transform swine to men
Aggravated brain stick, motion sick
They peel back slow and expose the whole shit
Brain set drum speed to ultimate
Break bones in the throws of moments so ill
Today a thousand sea lions got up and left a pier
They had successfully invaded and secured for 20 years
Some said it was the food supply or shifting weather patterns
Truthfully a whole community of scientists are baffled
In '89 maybe 10 showed up at the wharf
As if guided by the trident of poseidon to cavort
Each a lumbering and boisterous glutton
Like a half-ton annoyance ‘til the heart-warming story went public
You'll need a montage, animals arriving in droves
A bottom dollar turns a nuisance to the pride of your cove
Which bring us back up to this morning when the colony dove
I got a couple unsubstantiated thoughts of my own they go
Maybe it'd feel more majestic and less fatty
If a 12 year old wasn't beaning it with salt water taffy
Every 5 fucking seconds, sounds like your basic
Liberating moment of collective "fuck fame" shit
All these tribes hoard breads and wines
These climates transform men to swine
(AGAIN!)
All these hives hide knives and lead
These bribes can't transform swine to men |
into me you see | I built a wall so high, no one could reach
A life of locks, I swallowed all the keys
I was petrified, only knew how to hide
They can't hurt me if they don't know me
A full facade made a mirage outta me
Then you came and started digging for a treasure underneath
And you found a better version of me I had never seen
Into me, you see
Into me, you see
You broke me wide open, open sesame
Into me, you see
Into me, you see
You got me wide open, now I'm ready
Is this intimacy?
I was a ship floating aimlessly
So camouflaged, was my own worst enemy
Then you came in like a sailor with a heart that anchored me
And every day, I wake up grateful I'm no longer lost at sea
Into me, you see
Into me, you see
You broke me wide open, open sesame
Into me, you'll see
Into me, you'll see
You got me wide open, now I'm ready
Is this intimacy?
Oh, 'cause no one's ever seen me like this
Seen right through the bullshit
I pray that I can keep unfolding
Pray that I can just stay open
Just stay open, just stay open, just stay open
Oh, 'cause you broke me wide open, open sesame
Into me, you'll see
Into me, you'll see
You got me wide open and now I'm ready
This is intimacy |
life is so exciting | So why don’t you leave me alone?
For life is so exciting on the island in my room
And as I sing and dance along the shadows of the moon
You know it's funny
People on the outside don't really get what's going on
But they always got something to say, haha, yeah
It's the life, the life, the life is so exciting (woo!)
The life, the life, the life is so exciting (woo!)
The life, the life, the life is so exciting (woo!)
The life, the life, the life is so exciting baby
South Beach, spent time there, off shores my time wear
Whole crew got they own watch, nigga we ain't buying no time shares
The lifestyle, too fly, my new bitches get next flighted
I'd say I'm back to the old me but my old bitches'll get excited
Ain't going back, I'm stepping forward, don't test me, been prepping for it
Got no time for that hating shit, my young niggas got weapons for it
Got Chief Keefs that ain't shy, that bang-bang, that blocka
And all you niggas is blockers, change your name to Ibaka
Shit real, shit been real and shit just get realer
I'm showing bitches my car keys then ask them what's the dealer
Ain't saying that's your girl, ain't saying shit like prank callers
Cause it's a small world and hoes make it even smaller
It's the life, the life, the life is so exciting (woo!)
The life, the life, the life is so exciting (woo!)
The life, the life, the life is so exciting (woo!)
The life, the life, the life is so exciting baby (King Push)
It's beach weather over here, nigga, sky's clear, nigga
That's flip flops, that's Americana, that's Hilfiger
Yachtmasters at the yacht party, sitting at the dock is a drop 'rari
That's pole position with a joystick, that's push button that's like Atari
Raising the bar, no parallel, so many horses, carousel
How we roll out like a caravan, ghost in the snow, see Carol Ann
Maryland, tags on it, heroin, bags on it
Hermes, throw pillows, Missoni couch and it clash on it
Take a look in my viewfinder and see seven figures and two commas
I see bad bitches, see blue diamonds, I see-saws, I two time em'
Gigolo, juggle hoes, jigsaw, I puzzle those
Cross words, cross birds, I cross country with a couple those
It's the life, the life, the life is so exciting (woo!)
The life, the life, the life is so exciting (woo!)
The life, the life, the life is so exciting (woo!)
The life, the life, the life is so exciting baby
When the sun is out, we runs about
Let the world see what these hunnids about
Ain't seen this since the one was out
With Jay, Pimp C, and Bun
We out here, still pimping that big
Looking that jig, someone go call Hype Willi'
We need slow mo', more Rose Mo'
Niggas is drunk and type silly
We dancing like Dame, holding up chains
Got PMBs on a big ass boat on molly, rolling up Jane
This life is so exciting, that money be so inviting
So fuck what they're indicting, tell my lawyers keep on fighting
For the life, the life, the life is so exciting (woo!)
The life, the life, the life is so exciting (woo!)
The life, the life, the life is so exciting (woo!)
The life, the life, the life is so exciting baby
Life, the life, the life is so exciting (woo!)
The life, the life, the life is so exciting (woo!)
The life, the life, the life is so exciting (woo!)
The life, the life, the life is so exciting baby |
my world | Uhh
Yeah, y'know
Shit is wild
Can't complain though, I'm alive
Healthy and all at hat, know am sayin'?
Just tryin' to do my thing
Praise to all
Bust it, that nigga Slick Rick said
I waited long time sweatin' it
I got jerked but now I'm gettin' it
Hazy like asthma bizarre disaster
Stress almost held me down from bein' a master
The pastor, preacher, poet, a teacher
"It's been so long" like Monifah
Believe that, I'm needed, in rappin', I breathe this
Some pick up a microphone and can't even achieve this
Oscar award winning your shit I'm bored with it
Stop copy-catting son (why?) cause your dog did it
Get your own lingo, make up your own jingle
Ten years later you be bitin' my single
Primo, take it Downtown Swingin'
Intervenin' on the board, sensimil steamin', yeah
Catch the vibe like a tribal dance
In the clubs on the low with the b-boy stance
Money rubbin' with a shorty got bumped by a chump
Tell him, 'Step off, I'm doin' the Hump'
Yeah
I say it's my world... and I won't stop
And if you stand in my way you bound to get dropped
Some wish that I was gone cause they know I'mma win
In a minute I 'll be makin' six G's times ten
I'm the computer, printin' out data take notes
Then analyze the information and press send
Freaky like porno, Ron Jeremy saw no
Obstacle or pussy to stop him from bonin' a ho
Me and the mic double trouble
Chicks look at us like twins, all lovable and huggable
Prognosis, on the, mic I choke out
Had the same effects from coughin' blowin' smoke out
Architect, rap technician, man listen
It's no doubt you gonna pump this in your system
My skills ill, and all of that above
Confidence, I'm not worried bout a street buzz
I'm O.C., who you? I never heard of ya
Get out my face 'fore I turn into a motherfuckin' murderera
I want the green like indo, a mansion, a car
A wife who's never been a bimbo
Too much to ask well to me that's simple
Want to retire on a yacht, called the SS Minnow
I say it's my world, and I won't stop
And if you stand in my way you bound to get dropped
I say it's my world, and I won't stop
And if you stand in my way you bound to get dropped
I say it's my world, and I won't stop
And if you stand in my way you bound to get dropped
I say it's my world, and I won't stop
And if you stand in my way you bound to get dropped
Top choice, this here nigga got poise
Ain't a man alive who could stop my noise
I snatch a star from the sky, spark up your lye with it
You stand astounded wonderin' how I did it
Now you're star struck, like I truck gold
Treatin' me like a nigga havin' a million records sold
Now a star child, phenmonen like the X-Files
Rappers know I'm comin' so they go in exile
Czar in this rap shit, comin' on your mattress
Microphone fiend I make beats do back flips
Fear me like genocide, serious
How I do it through your stereo, mysterious
O.C. do demolition, nil competition
Like robot Kong on a destroy mission
A matter of life and death you try to fight for breath
I snatch your heart from a slice through your chest
Who the best, from New York to Bogota
Who got face thinkin' they scare me with a scar, shit
What I be bringin' is a terrible sight
A performance never again performed on the mic
I say it's my world, and I won't stop
And if you stand in my way you bound to get dropped
I say it's my world, and I won't stop
And if you stand in my way you bound to get dropped
I say it's my world, and I won't stop
And if you stand in my way you bound to get dropped
I say it's my world, and I won't stop
And if you stand in my way you bound to get dropped
Say it's my world...
It's my world... |
mean | Homey look at me, yeah
Why you mad? 30 chains on shining like bling
I see you mad, you want me down to my last dollar
All they holler like clean!
There they go, there they go, there they go
Shining so clean, there they go, there they go, there they go
Shining so clean, diamonds clear, million dollar meetings in the air
Fly talk Medusa face on everything I wear
Drop head, I’m laid back, I don’t count money, I weight that
I pop ace, straight jack, I buy new, I don’t trade back
Ha, me and Harry in that two door, got that hoodie when that sudo flowing
Smoke with that roof off flying high
I be riding round with that marvelo, got a hundred rounds of a hundred pounds
30 grand did a hundred shows, like ha
Them cryin'
They want me on the corner, watch mine die
Back blocks since hair lock, cash in I jail out
Big shows I sell out, real I bail out
I’m riding ninja stars, 850 v12
I’m futuristic, clean mine with the seashells
These bitches do my feet, then place the heat to your cheeks
So I can chew the beef in Greece
The linen hanging loose now, let the loot pile
Doing indos in the coup, wild, with the roof down
And it’s pouring rain, round I put this knife right through your daughter’s name
We smoking different colors like when the autumn came
Oh, seen me sitting on the softest leather
No, me and these never walked together
They just want me for these things I have acquired
Yo, when I told you that I loved you I was lying
Smoke some |
floyd money mayweather | Feelin' like the motherfuckin' man today, you dig what I'm sayin'?
Out here in these Vegas streets and shit, my new whip and shit
Hop out, lookin' like Floyd "Money" Mayweather
Lil nigga, lil nigga, lookin' like Floyd "Money" Mayweather
Ugh, ugh, ugh, lookin' like Floyd "Money" Mayweather
(Mayweather, money)
Runnin' round Vegas, finna get that (Knockout, knockout)
Hop out, lookin' like Floyd "Money" Mayweather
Lil nigga, lil nigga, lookin' like Floyd "Money" Mayweather
Ugh, ugh, ugh, lookin' like Floyd "Money" Mayweather
(Mayweather, money)
Runnin' round Vegas, finna get that (Knockout, knockout)
Yessir!
What you know about confidence? (C'mon)
Finna blow up and I'm timin' it (Uh-oh)
We undefeated and dominant (Let 'em know)
Vegas my city, I'm signed to it (Alright)
I'm with that bitch that you tryna get
Look, it's not what you think, my nigga (My nigga)
I had a couple drinks, my nigga
So you might wanna put that seatbelt on (Whoa)
Look, I don't shop in the retail zone (Not at all)
Everything I got exclusive (Tell 'em)
You are not fuckin' around with the coolest
Whenever I get included (Included)
Yiggity yamp
Showin' love to my squad
You ain't takin' over my job (Hell nah, hell nah, nah)
Overseas with these broads
Throwin' my niggas lobs (Ride with me)
Intimidatin' my opponents, no compensatin', I be on it
I been here the longest
Turnin' on Nellis and Boulder, I swear, I be bendin' these corners
(I be bendin' these corners)
Uh, worked to make it this far
Put that shit on my life (My life)
If they be like, "Who the fuck is that nigga?"
Tell 'em, "That's Dizzy Wright!"
Finna, finna...
Hop out, lookin' like Floyd "Money" Mayweather
Lil nigga, lil nigga, lookin' like Floyd "Money" Mayweather
Ugh, ugh, ugh, lookin' like Floyd "Money" Mayweather
(Mayweather, money)
Runnin' round Vegas, finna get that (Knockout, knockout)
Hop out, lookin' like Floyd "Money" Mayweather
Lil nigga, lil nigga, lookin' like Floyd "Money" Mayweather
Ugh, ugh, ugh, lookin' like Floyd "Money" Mayweather
(Mayweather, money)
Runnin' round Vegas, finna get that (Knockout, knockout)
(They said it was no flex zone but, I don't really give a fuck)
Ayo, my outfit is too clean (Too clean)
Makin' livings off sixteens (Sixteens)
Tryna get Floyd money on the low
And do my thing without bein' seen
Everything that shine don't bling, gold (Hell nah, hell nah)
You can start like I'm not the nigga
Without 'em guns you ain't poppin', nigga
I guess Imma have to go box a nigga (Let 'em know)
World peace, but we all with the hands (C'mon)
Did it my way, why switch the plan? (C'mon)
Rip the show and smoke with the fans (That's real)
I'm becomin' a different man
Lord knows I ain't need none of y'all help (Man)
Y'all should've done it y'all self (Nigga)
Better stop hatin' on me and just focus on you
You makin' fun of yourself
Worked this hard cause I hate to lose (Right)
Rappers watch me like Pay-Per-View (Yessir)
Land in your city and break the rules
Break the bank, no takin' breaks, we makin' moves
Ain't no way I'm finna lose my spot (My spot)
No, nigga, not now...
Look, I'm holdin' my title, if you wanna come get it
We can get it right now, cause I'm finna, finna, finna...
Hop out, lookin' like Floyd "Money" Mayweather
Lil nigga, lil nigga, lookin' like Floyd "Money" Mayweather
Ugh, ugh, ugh, lookin' like Floyd "Money" Mayweather
(Mayweather, money)
Runnin' round Vegas, finna get that (Knockout, knockout)
Hop out, lookin' like Floyd "Money" Mayweather
Lil nigga, lil nigga, lookin' like Floyd "Money" Mayweather
Ugh, ugh, ugh, lookin' like Floyd "Money" Mayweather
(Mayweather, money)
Runnin' round Vegas, finna get that (Knockout, knockout) |
incandescent | Cellar door here gone bang em, bang em
Gone bang em, bang em
(2x)
UA bringing higher shit with the bangers
Drop it for my fans, motherfuck going platinum
Elevating brains leaving niggas in my set and
I ain't worried 'bout the niggas in the rain, you can have 'em
Stuck up in the game, better change, that is tragic
Run up on his place, speak my name just like magic
Save a local lame that's a pain, give him taxes
Let the rest go down the drain, leave him layin' out in traffic
Speaking prophecy, lace the proper beats
Tell him "drop to your knees", for the majesty
'Less you came with peace, raise up properly
Come and walk with me, join the infantry
But keep it funky if you rolling with a G
I can't fuck with motherfuckers that be lying through their teeth
You are with a lord, nothing higher than me
When I come and spread like butter, leaving fire in the streets
UA winning we blowin' up
Beast Coast banging, no foldin' up
Say they want war? Gone load 'em up
Take it to the front yard, they ain't showin' up
This my team, I throw it up
Always blowing potent, gon' roll it up
Rep my city every time that you see me
Blow a pound, you ain't with me
Where my crown? Need to king me
(2x)
Pull up, the gods on the scene, watch 'em moshpit
Pop, it's getting higher than ever, might burn the house shit
I'm just getting treasures from conscious rap
Better? That's nonsense, our flows atomic top rhymin'
Cop a Ocho, the finest get demolished
Kill a couple shows and blow the dro, rocket
Young pharaoh travel the globe, just spreading knowledge
Corporate trying to catch'a my soul, they seeking profit
Ain't another rap nigga spraying straight facts to ya
Staying humble on the ave, giving love back to ya
Hit the pack, relax and let your spirit react
We built the pyramids nigga, where your memory at?
Oh lawd, conscious sicker fall now we at the floor
Boy guard the doors, we want war
Living in the heart, clear the evil
Light up the diesel, never thought I'd take it this far
UA winning we blowin' up
Beast Coast banging, no foldin' up
Say they want war? Gone load 'em up
Take it to the front yard, they ain't showin' up
This my team, I throw it up
Always blowing potent, gon' roll it up
Rep my city every time that you see me
Blow a pound, you ain't with me
Where my crown? Need to king me
(2x) |
5 senses | I'mma be honest with you, I expect you to like me
I mean what is there not to like, I'm confident
I got a great sense of humor, I'm fun
I'm the kind of person you have fun with
(chuckles)
If it look this good
I wonder how it taste
Baby if I touch your body
Hear you scream my name
Would you whisper to me "It's yours"
Girl you smell so gentle and pure
You control my senses
Baby ooohhh my senses
It's like everything's good
When I touch and you touch (one)
It smells like heaven
Way better than a tulip (two)
Your love let me taste it
Come here let me taste it (three)
Time is of the essence
Baby don't you waste it
I tell you what I'm thinking
You listen to my thoughts (four)
So you could see my vision
Then you'll never get lost (five)
If you follow my lead
Girl I'll be what you need
I put my trust in you now
Put your trust in me
I'll be a true friend
Someone to believe in
I'll give you freedom
Unconditional meaning
If tonight is her night
It's her night
Just get back to me tomorrow, alright?
I'm not into cuffing
I'm not into fronting
I'm into getting paid
But blowing paper
I be stunting
See to me its nothing
Let's get into something
Should I pick you up or meet you at the tele girlfriend
Would you whisper to me it's yours
Girl you smell so gentle and pure
You control my senses
Touch....
See....
Smell....
Hear....
Taste.... |
how come | So I changed, huh? You got a phone
Pick it up, call me
How come we don't even talk no more
And you don't even call no more
We don't barely keep in touch at all
And I don't even feel the same love when we hug no more
And I heard it through the grapevine we even beefing now
After all the years we've been down
Ain't no way, no how, this bullshit can't be true
We family, ain't a damn thing changed unless it's you
We were so young so full of life and vibrance
Side by side, wherever you was riding, I went
So close, almost on some Bonnie and Clyde shit
When Ronnie died you was right by my side
With a shoulder to cry on and tissue to wipe my eyes
And a bucket to catch every tear I cried inside it
You even had the same type of childhood I did
Sometimes I just wanna know why is it that you succame to yours
And mine I survived it. You ran the streets, I 9 to 5ed it
We grew up, grew apart as time went by us
And I blew up to both yours and mines surprises
Now I feel a vibe I just can't describe it
Much as your pride tries to hide it your cold your touch is just like ice
And your eyes is a look of resentment I can sense it and I don't like it
How come we don't even talk no more, and you don't even call no more
We don't barely keep in touch at all, and I don't even feel the same love when we hug no more
And I heard it through the grapevine we even beefing now
After all the years we've been down
Ain't no way, no how, this bullshit can't be true
We family, ain't a damn thing changed unless it's you
It was my dream at first to be off spitting a verse
On my own album with a deal but shit got worse
'Fore I came out I woulda killed a nigga first
For I let him disrespect me, or check me over some worrisome
Bitch that I wasn't with I woulda hit it and quit
But you were planning to talk with her and tell her she was the shit
I told you don't get involved with her you would smoke in the car with her
Coming outta the bar with her stumbling half drunk
Like y'all was husband and wife or something
But me catching her fucking other niggas musta hurt your pride or something
Cause you woof off at the mouth to people like you want it with me
When all I tried to do was show that your bitch was shifty
And ever since the fans and all the shit that I produced
You acting like I ain't your man and lying like she can't be loose
But I am really your friend, I'm just trying to tell ya the truth
Don't hate the game or the player the one that's changing is you
How come we don't even talk no more, and you don't even call no more
We don't barely keep in touch at all, and I don't even feel the same love when we hug no more
And I heard it through the grapevine we even beefing now
After all the years we've been down
Ain't no way, no how, this bullshit can't be true
We family, ain't a damn thing changed unless it's you
It gets lonely at the top cause my homie had to stop
Now we acting like I gotta live only for the block
And homies in the hood only see me on the tube
So they gossip on the porch get to speaking all rude
Fools I used to rap wit all expect magic
Like my finger get to snapping and poof it just happen
But Proof is just acting out the part he was thrown
Shady made it so my babies ain't starving at home
See the devil in your glance since the ghetto we been friends
Forever real intelligence that's forever till the end
I peep the hatred in your eyes, and the Satan in your lies
Ain't wasting my time with these snakes in disguise
(HOW COME) When you talk it's with bitter and spite?
(AND HOW COME) It's my fault for what you did with your life?
And every time I go to hear you play, you look away
We barely embrace, you can't even look me in my face
How come we don't even talk no more, and you don't even call no more
We don't barely keep in touch at all, and I don't even feel the same love when we hug no more
And I heard it through the grapevine we even beefing now
After all the years we've been down
Ain't no way, no how, this bullshit can't be true
We family, ain't a damn thing changed unless it's you |
valentine | I love the light in your eyes and the dark in your heart
You love our permanent chase and the bite of our bark
We know we're classic together like Egyptian gold
We love us
It don't matter, be combative or be sweet cherry pie
It don't matter just as long as I get all you tonight
I can take you out, oh, oh
We can kill some time, stay home
Throw balloons, teddy bears and the chocolate eclairs away
Got nothing but love for you, fall more in love every day
Valentine, valentine
So deep, your DNA's being messed with my touch
Can’t beat us
So real, fueling the fire until we combust
Can’t touch us
It don’t matter be combative or be sweet cherry pie
It don’t matter just as long as I get all you tonight
I can take you out, oh, oh
We can kill some time, stay home
Throw balloons, teddy bears and the chocolate eclairs away
Got nothing but love for you, fall more in love every day
Valentine, valentine
Full plate, don’t wait, have your cake and eat it too
Full plate, don’t wait, have your cake and eat it
I can take you out, oh, oh
We can kill some time, stay home
Throw balloons, teddy bears and the chocolate eclairs away
Got nothing but love for you, fall more in love every day
Valentine, valentine
Valentine, valentine |
im gone | Uh, looking around glass, my future is in the past
I'm re-arranging my life, I'm single and now I laugh
All of the moments we had, beginning and just the end
At the end, still ain't friends, heard I was on your hit list
Damn, now I'm driving Ferrarris, fucking random bitches
People saying I made it but I don't feel too different
Wayne told me, "Close your eyes, they'll never see your vision"
So I stay ready to die behind these Biggie lenses
Reinventing, Audemars/Breguet shit
Just left the hood, word to the 5th Dist
Bout to cop a G, tear the roof like Diddy
And my city color purple nigga, no Celie
It takes time when you plotting on the beat
I kill it, I bet I kill it, producer witness to see
Bitches stand on their feet, handicapped, get out your seat
Got that buzz, Lil B, sting a bitch, Ali
Hah! Comparing tighter rappers, but my songs greater
Just compare me to dope dealers and ballplayers
Cause I'm a dope ass nigga and I ball, player
Never save a ho, can't even get a life saver
She gon fuck our way to the top and fall later
So I'mma fuck her, never call her later, uh
Skinny nigga got my weight up
Middle finger to my haters, why you chasing? We ain't racing
Muh'fucker, I'm gone!
Middle finger to my haters
Muh'fucker why you hating? I'm gone
I ain't really wanna do it
But I did it to 'em, nigga I'm gone
Leave the beat shit alone
Leave the bullshit at home, I'm gone
Even though I'm out of here
Nigga gotta keep it real, I'm gone
She fuckin' with me, these niggas ain't fuckin' with me
Got my mind on my money, my money piling up hundreds
You say you did it, I done it, you old nigga, I'm younger
You fold up under pressure, I'm good straight in the stretches
Uh, bitches pecking my wood: wood chucka chucka
Never gave two fucks: double rubbers
Now your color turn your face to a red gusher
And your girl stick it to me like a car bumper
Never depended on anyone co-dependent
Kept my thoughts to myself, I don't need opinions
No middle mans, in the middle of my sands
Niggas think they sweet, they can't even pay their incidentals
I'm detrimental, on any instrumental
I ain't pulling teeth, nigga better hide your pillow
Chew these rappers to the fucking gristle
Bad to the bone, red zippers, Mike Jizzle, nigga gone
Middle finger to my haters
Muh'fucker why you hating? I'm gone
I ain't really wanna do it
But I did it to 'em, nigga I'm gone
Leave the beat shit alone
Leave the bullshit at home, I'm gone
Even though I'm out of here
Nigga gotta keep it real, I'm gone
Middle finger to my haters
Muh'fucker why you hating? I'm gone
I ain't really wanna do it
But I did it to 'em, nigga I'm gone
Leave the beat shit alone
Leave the bullshit at home, I'm gone
Even though I'm out of here
Nigga gotta keep it real, I'm gone
B-I-G, Finally Famous in this...
I say, fuck sleep, stayed up, fuck you, pay up
Always got the paycheck, never took a pay cut
Payday will be worth all the broke nights I stayed up
So in my cup, I'm mixing up whatever dreams are made of
Not too many young G's made it where I am
So I was waiting on a doctor man, patient as I am
I guess a young D-boy made it into a man
With girls half-naked around like we finna land in the sand
Red-eyes to Rome and they connecting to France
With some bomb-ass pussy, that bitch came straight from Iran
My jewelry made in Japan, I'm off California drugs
And where I made my money, huh? Nigga, all of the above
I could count my inner circle on my hands and my feet
Passing joints long as a branch cause it's family tree
Doing kush-ups man cause the weed too strong
I'm a G + 1, what's that motherfucker? That's gone
Said I'm a G + 1, what's that motherfucker? That's gone, bitch |
what im here 4 | "Tell the people what you're here for"
It's the message in the song that makes you rock on
Some people go to places where they don't belong
Whether wrong or right, a lot of people fight
But I'm here to bless this mic, aight?
I take action the minute that the crowd gets hype
I'm type crashin, down like a meteorite
I'm Bogart-ing, mics and whole stages
Destroying MC's dreams, from words to whole pages
Their rapbooks, look more like scrapbooks
With their fictional fairytales and frail ass hooks
A lot of shit has happened, since I started rappin
There's been enough beef, and enough gat clappin
There's been mad signs, for this brother to heed
And while some choose greed, I choose to plant seeds
For your mental, spirit and physical temple
Bob your head to it, there's the water you've been lead to it
Bathe in it, a long time you've been cravin it
Prance to it, use your third eye and glance through it
Your state of being, becoming advanced through it
While others rhyme with no reason I be breezin
Their mics I seize them, then I try em for treason
I used to always like to hang out
Now I lounge in the rest writin bombs while tracks bang out
I know you peeped me in the club then
But now I'm in your speaker, with the voice that you're lovin
It's the message in the song that makes you rock on
Some people go to places where they don't belong
Whether wrong or right, a lot of people fight
But I'm here to bless this mic, aight?
Peace to the young ladies, who wanna bone me much
And peace to my nigga Premier, with the golden touch
I never fall off point, like DeNiro in Casino
Peace to Black Gambinos and all my peoples
Dig the steelo, I'm fightin' wars you know
As in the Jihad, most humble, most merciful
That's because I be God, I trog through fogs, puffing logs
MC's muttering menial madness, they get marred
Scarred and barred, and then, banished from my fuckin' kingdom
You got a fly one bring one, or else I come to fling some
Exquisite exotic exciting type shit
Enough to make the real heads wake up and get hype quick
I'm type slick, known as the God Universal
Kick rhymes without rehearsal, I cross the burnin sands
Now I stand here with virtue, of course I could hurt you
Simply with my point of view, and I knew
That many would come, that's why I've chosen
To cut off pathways and there's no runways or doorways open
For the jokers who ain't focused
And all the fake mercenaries get buried by the tongue of terrifying fury
Nothing's blurry, fuck it I got no worries
Hearts and minds shine bright light with insight
Yeah since my birthright to set up cyphers with power
'Cause mad shit ain't right, like punks in the spotlight
Who can't freestyle, sometimes I make my peeps smile
By sayin somethin crazy wild
Like some shit off my dome that be soundin'
Better than the next man's whole album... |
change | Bitch ass boy
( young hydro on the track )
Aye, Youngboy
I jus thought that I should let you know
Right before it's time for me to go
You can talk down all you want
I don't give a fuck I'm still up
You know what the fuck it's sittin' for
I won't stop til' you put me up
You can talk down all you want
I don't give a fuck I'm still up
You know what the fuck it's hittin' for
I won't stop til' you put me up
You know how to hustle, neva' been a gangsta'
You know that I'm bout' it, you know I'll spank em'
Keep it real wit' me, ain't no time for fakin'
Speak yo mind nigga, tell me what you thinkin'
I'm above water I can't let 'em sank me
Niggas started hatin', fill em' up with danger
Ion' leave tha house if I ain’t got a banga'
Ion' leave tha house if I ain’t got a banga'
Hol' em' build hoe, Uncle tol' me
Shoutout Bree, she the one that showed me
All alone goin' for the
Had to take a stand by my lonely
Kill fore' I eva' be the victim
Eva' be the man behind the pistol
I jus fell off wit' my own nigga
Change on me, yeah that I figure
I ain't trippin, focused on the figures
Grindin' hard everyday, gettin; it
I neva' get up in yo business
Everytime you speak Imma' listen
Fuck a nigga, I won't show no pity
Thuggin' hard, me and lil' mistress
Lord bless em' cause' they both scarred
He won't speak em', fuckin' my sista'
I move along as the water flow
Me and round thuggin' in the yo
I just thought I should let you know
Right before it's time for me to go
I knew you would change
I knew you would change
Boy you know how fuck I'm comin'
Really out my mind, feel like fuck it
I can't let em' slide, gotta touch em'
Drawn out with that iron out up in public
Pressure hit, I ain't neva' ran
Coolin' while I'm on the phone wit' dump
Thanks Star for givin' me a son
Montana say he comin', neva' come
On house arrest, thuggin' at the house
Why you niggas floatin' 'round the city?
Death the only thing that's not my vision
It's at the corner I forgot to mention
Youngboy, not TBG
NBA, it's a way of livin'
Let a nigga play, he gon' get it
Talked about it like I ain't wit' it
Name a nigga shook me, you know I ain't pussy
You can save yo breath, no advice tookin'
Shit what it is, bitch I see you lookin'
Shootin' on sight, no I ain't hookin'
In the bottom fuckin' wit
When they come all you do is whistle
Parish prison after central bookin'
They really thought Funny Mike was pussy
They really thought Funny Mike was pussy
I move along as the water flow
Me and round thuggin' in the yo
I just thought I should let you know
Right before it's time for me to go
I knew you would change |
paris cest loin | Paris c'est loin
Paris c'est loin
(J'ai pas cru en toi depuis ton premier show jusqu'à c'que je vois Bercy)
Paris c'est loin d'ici
(J'te jalousais trop, "Je t'aime" t'a dit ma go tu lui as répondu "Merci")
Paris c'est loin
(J'voulais te voir en fumée à chaque fois que je fumais mon joint
Tu n'peux pas percer car Paris c'est loin d'ici)
Paris c'est loin d'ici, sisi
Paris c'est loin
(J'ai pas cru en toi depuis ton premier show jusqu'à c'que je vois Bercy)
Paris c'est loin d'ici
(J'te jalousais trop, "Je t'aime" t'a dit ma go tu lui as répondu "Merci")
Paris c'est loin
(J'voulais te voir en fumée à chaque fois que je fumais mon joint
Tu n'peux pas percer car Paris c'est loin d'ici)
Paris c'est loin d'ici, eh
Les jaloux se reconnaissent entre eux
Beaucoup d'haineux, beaucoup d'envieux
La réussite entraîne la frustration des Hommes
Confond travailleur avec chanceux
Des nuits blanches à broyer du noir
Car l'angoisse de la page blanche a fait que je voyais rouge
J'en ai vu de toutes les couleurs
Ma plume a souvent dû changer d'épouse
Amis et frères, y'a pas plus dangereux
Mais moins qu'une femme qui te ment dans les yeux
Ça fait partie du jeu
J'éternue souvent pour faire un maximum de voeux
Je fus découvert par B2O
D'insultes j'fus couvert pour quelques mots
La rime du foulard entre autres
J'suis responsable de c'que j'écris
Pas de c'que tu comprends du flow, no
DAMSO, qui m'aime me like ou me follow
Ça fait partie du flow, vulgaires sont les mots
J'me perds sur les réseaux, à snaper mon bédo
Mon cœur est en détresse, peux tout niquer en express
Je fais succès mais Paris c'est loin d'ici, sisi
Batterie Faible
Veuillez la recharger
Coup de poing dans la vie à la Badr Hari
Négro, Paris c'est loin sauf en LaFerrari
Front kabyle sur poitrine de Materazzi
Mes spermes ont des moteurs de Maserati
J'n'ai que des billets violets pour elle
Meurs si tu poses la main
J'ai 99 problèmes mais une tchoin n'en est pas un
Je n'comprendrai jamais pourquoi ils friment
Négros comme eux meurent au début du film
Rate-pi énervé j'ai au bout du fil
Tu passes par la porte à la Oncle Phil
Biatch, tu passes par la porte à la Oncle Phil
J'fais passer mallette comme à Libreville
J'te conseille de tracer un chemin plus court
Le nez d'Amy Whinehouse sait de quoi je parle
La cloison nasale à feu et à sang
Séchée, rosée comme un jambon de Parme
Très tôt déjà j'ai connu le racisme en primaire
Valérie avait peur du Noir, mais ne parlait pas de lumière
Les mots sont des lames qui aiguisent haine et colère
Liberté d'expression est plus efficace que censure
Humoriste traqué par C.R.S, rappeur flingué dans une voiture
Forces de l'ordre font bavures, texte résiste aux ratures
Solidaire comme Dame Nature
Dans mon cercueil, ils me chanteront "On n'est pas tout seul" de Gradur
Ma fille des fois j'aimerais voler tes yeux
Pour voir le monde tel qu'il ne l'est pas
Les souvenirs de naissance en nonante-deux
Quatre-vingt douze pour Français qui n'y étaient pas
"Dans la vie, contrairement aux échecs
La partie continue après échec et mat", disait-il aussi
Je fais succès mais bon Paris c'est loin d'ici, sisi
Coup de poing dans la vie à la Badr Hari
Négro, Paris c'est loin sauf en LaFerrari
Front kabyle sur poitrine de Materazzi
Mes sperms ont des moteurs de Maserati
J'n'ai que des billets violets pour elle
Meurs si tu poses la main
J'ai 99 problèmes mais une tchoin n'en est pas un
Je n'comprendrai jamais pourquoi ils friment
Négros comme eux meurent au début du film
Ratpi énervé j'ai au bout du fil
Tu passes par la porte à la Uncle Phil
Biatch, tu passes par la porte à la Uncle Phil
J'fais passer mallette comme à Libreville
Paris c'est loin, Paris c'est loin d'ici
Paris c'est loin, Paris c'est loin d'ici, sisi |
20 feet tall | My love, what did I do
To make you fall, so far from me?
And now, I can't recall
The cause of the fall, selective memory
Then you, you built a wall
A 20 foot wall, so I couldn't see
But if I get off my knees
I might recall, I'm 20 feet tall
Whoa! Hey, I'm 20 feet tall, mmm
Yeah, oh yeah, I'm 20 feet tall
My love, what did I do
To make you fall, so far from me?
And now, I can't recall
The cause of the fall, selective memory
Then you, you built a wall
A 20 foot wall, so I couldn't see
But if I get off my knees
I might recall I'm 20 feet tall |
hurt to the bone | 808 got them smokers
Haha
Lil 14, woah, woah, woah, woah
Haha
You only worried 'bout yourself, girl, you so selfish
She say I worry 'bout everyone else so selfish
Some things will never change
I ain't worried, I don't need you anyway
But woah, why these girls so cold? (Cold)
All got one common goal (Goal), hurt a nigga to the bone (Bone)
Beat a nigga to the bone (Bone), hurt a young nigga's soul (Yeah)
Hurt a young nigga's soul, hurt a young nigga's soul, yeah-ayy
Pull up in that Aston (Skrrt)
Huh, gassin' (Yeah)
Puff puff then I pass it
That chopper will flip you, gymnastics (Pew-pew-pew-pew)
Fuck your love, man, I'm past it (Past it)
Your love is in past tense (Past tense)
Huh, gassin'
On the road and I'm smashin', yeah
I don't have time for your shit (No)
I don't got time for your shit (No)
I-I-I don't got no time for the fuck shit (No, no, no)
I don't got time for your shit, no
Why they got one common goal (Goal), hurt a nigga to the bone (Bone)
Beat a nigga to the bone (Bone), hurt a young nigga's soul (Soul)
Hurt a young nigga's soul, hurt a young nigga's soul
Hurt a young nigga's soul cold, you're so cold
You're so cold, so cold
You're so cold, you're so cold (Shawty so cold)
Shawty, yeah, yeah, you're so cold
We pull up in that Aston
Huh, gassin'
Puff puff then I pass it
That chopper will flip you, gymnastics (Pew-pew-pew-pew)
Fuck your love, man, I'm past it (Past it)
Your love is in past tense (Past tense)
Huh, gassin'
On the road and I'm smashin', yeah
I don't have time for your shit (No)
I don't got time for your shit (No)
I don't got no time for the fuck shit (No)
I don't got time for your shit, no |