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got everything

Baby I go, hard So hard, sometimes it's hard to tell whether not I'm even on my job Most of the time I'm running 'round, either that or I'm gone Some of these people hating, but we don't see 'em at all Cause we done made it, too far Got something to say then fuck 'em Ain't trying to lose out on all of this for nothing I'm usually just balling and shit, whatever I want, I'mma get No time to count the money that I got because all of it's getting spent And all of my niggas grind so all of us getting rich And most of these niggas fly but all of 'em ain't the shit That's why you holding me down, been doing it ever since Only one I wanna be 'round and counting up all these chips...wit' Whatever you want boy, I got it, got it Got everything you need, ain't no doubt about it I'm everywhere you be, I can't see you without me Got everything you need, ain't no doubt about it Whatever you want boy, I got it, got it Got everything you need, ain't no doubt about it I'm everywhere you be, I can't see you without me Got everything you need, ain't no doubt about it And I, swear you deserve a wedding ring Can't ever see you choosing nothing over instead of me Won't ever leave you, you're the one I need so that's how I'm gonna treat you Take you places where they using different language to greet you Smile and shake when they meet you Lot of cake but you got a lot of love from me and when I'm home, you can't get enough of me Cause even when we both tired, you still put up with me Ain't going nowhere for sure, feel like you stuck with me Swear I feel lucky, I get anything I want And if I need it then you got it, if I say it then you trust me Don't see you much but when I do, I need your love and I'mma need it in a rush Whatever you want boy, I got it, got it Got everything you need, ain't no doubt about it I'm everywhere you be, I can't see you without me Got everything you need, ain't no doubt about it Whatever you want boy, I got it, got it Got everything you need, ain't no doubt about it I'm everywhere you be, I can't see you without me Got everything you need, ain't no doubt about it Baby I can't break your heart, make you wait no more Anytime you need me, I'll be right there for sure You don't even have to call me, just say my name I'll be right there waiting for you Whatever you want boy, I got it, got it Got everything you need, ain't no doubt about it I'm everywhere you be, I can't see you without me Got everything you need, ain't no doubt about it Whatever you want boy, I got it, got it Got everything you need, ain't no doubt about it I'm everywhere you be, I can't see you without me Got everything you need, ain't no doubt about it Whatever you want boy, I got it, got it Got everything you need, ain't no doubt about it I'm everywhere you be, I can't see you without me Got everything you need, ain't no doubt about it Whatever you want boy, I got it, got it Got everything you need, ain't no doubt about it I'm everywhere you be, I can't see you without me Got everything you need, ain't no doubt about it

jolene

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene Oh, I'm begging of you please don't take my man Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene Please don't take him even though you can Your beauty is beyond compare With flaming locks of auburn hair With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green Your smile is like a breath of spring Your skin is soft like summer rain And I cannot compete with you, Jolene And I can easily understand How you could easily take my man But you don't know what he means to me, Jolene He talks about you in his sleep There's nothing I can do to keep From crying when he calls your name, Jolene, Jolene Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene Please don't take him even though you can Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene Please don't take him even though you can I had to have this talk with you My happiness depends on you And whatever you decide to do, Jolene And you could have your choice of men But I could never love again He's the only one for me, Jolene, Jolene Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene I'm begging of you please don't take my man Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene Please don't take him even though you can Jolene, Jolene

drug ballad

Yeah, hahahaha Whoo, shit Mmm Oh, oh, mmm Ehh, ehh Aight, guess what? I ain't comin' in yet Oh, oh, ooh, ooh I'll come in a minute Ayo, this is my love song, it goes like this Hey, yeah Back when Mark Wahlberg was Marky Mark (Fuckin' faggot!) This is how we used to make the party start We used to mix Hen with Bacardi Dark And when it kicks in you can hardly talk And by the sixth gin you're gon' probably crawl And you'll be sick then and you'll probably barf And my prediction is you're gon' probably fall Either somewhere in the lobby or the hallway wall And everything's spinnin', you're beginnin' to think women Are swimmin' in pink linen again in the sink, then in A couple of minutes that bottle of Guinness is finished You are now allowed to officially slap bitches You have the right to remain violent and start wilin' Start a fight with the same guy that was smart-eyein' you Get in your car, start it, and start drivin' Over the island and cause a 42-car pile-up Earth calling, pilot to co-pilot Looking for life on this planet, sir, no sign of it All I can see is a bunch of smoke flyin' And I'm so high that I might die if I go by it Let me outta this place, I'm outta place I'm in outer space, I've just vanished without a trace I'm going to a pretty place now where the flowers grow I'll be back in an hour or so ‘Cause every time I go to try to leave (Whoa) Something keeps pullin' on my sleeve (Whoa) I don't wanna, but I gotta stay (Whoa) These drugs really got a hold of me (Whoa) ‘Cause every time I try to tell 'em "no" (No) They won't let me ever let 'em go (Go) I'm a sucker all I gotta say (Whoa) These drugs really got a hold of me (Whoa) In third grade, all I used to do Was sniff glue through a tube and play Rubik's Cube Seventeen years later I'm as rude as Jude Schemin' on the first chick with the hugest boobs I've got no game, and every face looks the same They've got no name, so I don't need game to play I just say whatever I want to whoever I want Whenever I want, wherever I want, however I want However, I do show some respect to few This ecstasy's got me standin' next to you Gettin' sentimental as fuck, spillin' guts to you We just met, but I think I'm in love with you But you're on it too, so you tell me you love me too Wake up in the morning like, "Yo, what the fuck we'd do?" I gotta go, bitch, you know I got stuff to do ‘Cause if I get caught cheatin', then I'm stuck with you But in the long run, these drugs are probably Gonna catch up sooner or later, but fuck it, I'm on one So let's enjoy, let the X destroy your spinal cord So it's not a straight line no more 'Til we walk around lookin' like some wind-up dolls Shit's stickin' out of our backs like a dinosaur Shit, six hits won't even get me high no more So bye for now, I'm gonna try to find some more ‘Cause every time I go to try to leave (Whoa) Something keeps pullin' on my sleeve (Whoa) I don't wanna, but I gotta stay (Whoa) These drugs really got a hold of me (Whoa) ‘Cause every time I try to tell 'em "no" (No) They won't let me ever let 'em go (Go) I'm a sucker all I gotta say (Whoa) These drugs really got a hold of me (Whoa) That's the sound of a bottle when it's hollow When you swallow it all wallow and drown in your sorrow And tomorrow you're probably gonna wanna do it again What's a little spinal fluid between you and a friend? Screw it! And what's a little bit of alcohol poisonin'? And what's a little fight? Tomorrow, you'll be boys again It's your life, live it however you wanna Marijuana is everywhere, where was you brought up? It don't matter as long as you get where you're goin' ‘Cause none of this shit's gonna mean shit where we're goin' They tell you to stop, but you just sit there ignorin' Even though you wake up feelin' like shit every mornin' But you're young, you've got a lot of drugs to do Girls to screw, parties to crash, sucks to be you If I could take it all back now, I wouldn't I would have did more shit that people said that I shouldn't But I'm all grown up now and upgraded And graduated to better drugs and updated But I still got a lotta growing up to do I still got a whole lotta throwing up to spew But when it's all said and done, I'll be forty Before I know it with a 40 on the porch tellin' stories With a bottle of Jack, two grandkids in my lap Babysittin' for Hailie while Hailie's out gettin' smashed ‘Cause every time I go to try to leave (Whoa) Something keeps pullin' on my sleeve (Whoa) I don't wanna, but I gotta stay (Whoa) These drugs really got a hold of me (Whoa) ‘Cause every time I try to tell 'em "no" (No) They won't let me ever let 'em go (Go) I'm a sucker all I gotta say (Whoa) These drugs really got a hold of me (Whoa) ‘Cause every time I go to try to leave (Whoa) Something keeps pullin' on my sleeve (Whoa) I don't wanna, but I gotta stay (Whoa) These drugs really got a hold of me (Whoa) ‘Cause every time I try to tell 'em "no" (No) They won't let me ever let 'em go (Go) I'm a sucker all I gotta say (Whoa) These drugs really got a hold of me (Whoa) Drugs really got a hold of me Really got a hold of me These drugs really got a hold of me They really got a hold of me

re hash

It's a sweet sensation over the dub I want a situation that don't wanna stop It's the drugstore soulboy over the dub With the sweetest inspiration, we don't wanna stop 'Cause it's the money as dub It's the money as dub It's the money as dub It's the money as dub It's the money as dub It's the money as dub It's the money as dub It's the money as dub (It's yeah) it's the money as dub It's a sweet sensation over the dub I want a situation that don't wanna stop It's the drugstore soulboy over the dub With the sweetest inspiration, we don't wanna stop It's money as dub It's the money or stop It's the money or stop It's the money or stop It's the money or stop It's the money or stop It's the money or stop It's the money or stop (It's the yeah) It's the money or stop Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum (aah-aah-aah) Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum (aah-aah-aah) Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum (aah-aah-aah) Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum (aah-aah-aah) Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum (aah-aah-aah) Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum (aah-aah-aah) Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum (aah-aah-aah) Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum (aah-aah-aah) Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum It's the money or stop It's the money or stop It's the money or stop It's the money or stop It's the money or stop It's the money or stop It's the money or stop It's the money or stop It's the money or stop It's the money or stop It's the money or stop It's the money or stop It's the money or stop It's the money or stop It's the money or stop It's the money or stop

when we ride on our enemies

Fugees! Fugees and Mobb Deep Tryin' to diss now too, huh?! Hahaha! Well, I ain't prejudiced I don't give a fuck This is what it sounds like When we ride on our enemies Biatch! When we ride on our enemies Hey, got some static for some niggas on the other side of town Let my little cousin K roll, he's a rider now What they want from us motherfuckin' thug niggas? Used to love niggas, now I plug niggas, and slug niggas Am I wrong? Niggas makin' songs, tryin' to get with us Must be gone on stress weed, in the West we trust To the chest I bust, then we ride 'til the sun come Shinin' back to brighten up the sky; how many die? Heard the Fugees was tryin' to do me Look, bitch, I'll cut your face, this ain't no motherfuckin' movie Then, we watch the other two die slow Castrated entertainin' at my motherfuckin' sideshow Bam! Set my plan in mo' Time to exterminate my foes, I can't stand you hoes Uh, now label this my fuckin' trick shot My lyrics runnin' all you cowards out of hip-hop When we ride on our enemies When we ride on our enemies I bet you motherfuckers die When we ride on our enemies When we ride on our enemies Bet all you motherfuckers die When we ride on our enemies Come take a journey through my mind's eye You crossed the game, don't explain, nigga, time to die Say goodbye, watch my eyes when I pull the trigger So right before you die, you bow before a bigger nigga Now dry your eyes, you was heartless on your hits Niggas love to scream "peace" after they start some shit Pay attention, here's a word to those that robbed me I murder you, then I run a train on Mobb Deep—don't fuck with me! Nigga, you're barely livin', don't you got sickle cell? See me have a seizure on stage, you ain't feelin' well Hell, how many niggas wanna be involved? See, I was only talkin' to Biggie, but I'll kill all of y'all, then ball Then tell Da Brat to keep her mouth closed Fuck around and get tossed up by the fuckin' Outlawz Before I leave, make sure everybody heard Know I meant every motherfuckin' word When we ride on our enemies When we ride on our enemies Make sure everybody die When we ride, on our enemies When we ride on our enemies, hehe I make sure everybody die When we ride, on our enemies

the killing season

Winter in America, never knew white Christmas 'Cause L7 squares always making my shit list Spring is in the air and all the flowers are blooming The powers that be wanna devour the movement Tears disappear when they fall on the summer rain Bleedin' through this mic, but they call it entertainment Running across stages is a drug Is like a blunt that we crumble in raw papers Call it the lord’s name 'cause we taking it in our veins Like the feeding us intravenous It’s war and we fighting for inches and millimeters They try to stall the progress by killing off all the leaders If we don’t give them martyrs no more, they can’t defeat us This lack of justice got us disgusted, look at our faces All these soldiers hate but I saw military training The false flags fly at a half mast this morning Take a bow, this might be your last performance They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya The old lady saw us on the lawn with the Henny Turn the pool party into the one from McKinney Might've been racist like the waitresses up in Denny’s Swore we had twelve gauges, automatics, and semis Now they wanna condemn me for my freedom of speech 'Cause I see things in black and white like Lisa and Screech Presidents get impeached and others fill in the throne But veterans don’t get the benefit of feelin' at home So maybe those projections out at Silicon Are what drove her to get injections made of silicone I swear it’s the killing season 'Cause killin' is still in season, yeah Louder than a three pound, voices screaming mad to boot It must be killing season, on the menu strangefruit Whose juices fill the progress of this here very nation Whose states has grown bitter through justice expiration These fruitful trees are rooted in bloody soil and torment Things haven’t really changed Or they're dormant for the moment Marks and scars, we own it, only makes for tougher skin Helps us actualize the actual greatness held within Been on the wrong team so much, can’t recognize a win Seems like my only crime is having melanin Connection to the sun so strong the relationship is lusted for Causes men to suffocate, I can’t breathe no more Settle the score sadly, need an abacus to tally Through all the peaks and valleys, yo, I recognize it sadly Black soul bold enough, inner city cold enough Watch me get all my goons, watch us get soldiered up They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya

03 02 15

Bientôt l'heure de la démonstration Ils ne remplissent que Cigale et Bataclan Se croient dans le futur, mais sont des gars d'avant On a donné la force à certains et ils sont partis avec Mais leur avenir est incertain comme un 3 points dans la raquette 10 contre 1 ou vidéos mythos, je n'suis qu'à 1 DM du 100-8 Zoo Et un ticket en first en A trois huit zéro Repoussez tout à 2016, car sabre laser contre demi glaive Laisse présager poussière, pas une demi trêve Ils croient changer le monde par leur musique bien entendu Malheureusement personne n'écoute, si peu d'exemplaires se sont vendus Révolutionnaires fantômes Ni dans les tranchées ni place Vendôme Fils d'étranger, toujours crosse dans paume Neronemesis mon code pantone Je rêve d'un monde sans casque et de Guerlain sur un R1 Vous n'êtes qu'un strip club sans tass', pas d'championnat j'suis seul en D1...

the intro about nothing

Time to clock in, baby Yeah You ready? Yes, I was ready last time We gon' call this "The Intro About Nothing." It's gon' go like this: Oh oh Oh oh no no Lord, my all, what you think of it? Been on this long road accumulating luggage As time proceeds, preoccupied with everything I think it's 'bout time I sing of nothing Sipping wine, sipping wine, cause my Henny finished Hard to be friendly with women who've seen too many niggas So I keep my circle small, you need reduction Never too much friends, what is your circumference? I swear to God, times is hard, but they're getting better Tryna enjoy every moment, but see we so competitive Gabbana made the level, and I never missed a supper But still my hunger's like a fucking model at a buffet I'm with these broads who in love, they ain't seen any better But dollar signs never mind, any Cupid's arrow And if my heart could speak, it would talk to freaks And leave the room when a nigga try to sleep with 'em Getting high, getting by, watching time fly Tell my niggas, I'ma get 'em if they gon' ride Young, wild nigga living the dream Although I'm not who I'm destined to be They keep saying, "Grow up" Lord, my all, what you think of it? Been on this long road accumulating luggage As time proceeds, preoccupied with everything I think it's 'bout time I sing of nothing Been on this long road accumulating luggage As time proceeds, preoccupied with everything I think it's 'bout time I sing of nothing I pray my girl don't turn to my baby mother yet But in fact I do, I need my boo to keep my shit in check And shit get easier when dreams of chasing respect Get realized, and ain't no team invading your set Getting high, getting by as my mind fly Just bought my homie a Roley simply to pass time And on top it's lonely so keep your homies right by your side And if life is short then we'll be the shorts of the Fab Five Severed ties with any nigga who covet mine And all the stunting got me looking ugly in momma's eyes But I gotta do it, these niggas need provocative music And as a youth momma worked too much to have an influence Rapping and music, a bunch of bitches acting too foolish You gotta be stupid, even Tim Allen had him a tooly Getting high, sitting down, thinking out loud It's a shame niggas lame, but I'mma hold it down Let my bread roll, never let my friends go That's why I let these dreads grow, I'll never fit your fucking crown Getting high, getting by, watching time fly Tell these niggas I'mma get 'em every other time Young, wild niggas sit in your seat Know every weekend every liquor for free From Chilli Bowl to Phillippe, nothing so silly, bitch, I sow what I reap Double M Genius, make these bitches so deep I make these niggas' opinion on younger lyricists consistently weak Put my cardio in the audio and you missin' the beat I'm out, standing in every avenue, I'm good in the streets Outstanding, shitting on niggas, but you sit when you pee Hold up I figure, they don't care nothing 'bout albums. So why not give 'em an album about— Hey, you better sing that shit, nigga. This how you start the motherfucking show. My fourth joint in a row. The moon's in the motherfuckin' sky, alright Lord, my all, what you think of it? Been on this long road accumulating luggage As time proceeds, preoccupied with everything I think it's 'bout time I sing of nothing Been on this long road accumulating luggage As time proceeds, preoccupied with everything I think it's 'bout time I sing of nothing

welcome 2 unknown death

I'm with your bitch, in that Lamborghini Eating food from her titties, yeah, hot zucchini Yung Leany gets greedy when bitches get needy Fuck Vietnamese hoes everyday I'm with your bitch, in that Lamborghini Eating food from her titties, yeah, hot zucchini Yung Leany gets greedy when bitches get needy Fuck Vietnamese hoes everyday Believe me, fuck a fat hoe, Adele True tripping scene, blue people, Gargamel I'm an evil doer, lean doer Necrophiliac, killed the track Bitch, bring it back, PCP attack Hoe, sucking on my ballsack Eat a dick bitch, cause I don't give a fuck Pop a pill in your mouth, Yung Lean, and buck Eat a dick bitch, cause I don't give a fuck Pop a pill in your mouth, Yung Lean, and buck

countdismoneydoe

Huh wooh huh Lil purpp, huh Huh huh huh All I want to do is count this money doe (wo wo) All I want to do is count this money hoe (huh) All I want to do is count this money doe (yah) Bouncing on my dick like she a bunny hoe (like she a bunny) Brand new nina on me with a telescope (skr huh) Staring at my pockets, you a funny hoe All I want to do is count this money doe (count it) Bouncing on my dick like she a bunny hoe (ha) Brand new nina on me with a telescope Staring at my pockets, you a funny hoe (funny) Check my swag, check my sauce, got designer tho (got designer tho) Niggas hating on me cause, I'm at they door (at they door) On the block, sipping wok, popping xannies tho Nut all on her face, yeah thats a family tho Give me neck (huh) picking up a check (oh, wo wo) Eating breakfast on the jet (skrt, huh) Slidding through the hood in a 'bach (in a) Droptop droptop corvette (drop drop drop) All the water around got me wet (wet) 30 clip, and that shit came with a tec (brr, brr) Call up little shawty for my ex (for my ex) I got Ricky on my body, thats a check (oh) All I want to do is count this money doe Bouncing on my dick like she a bunny hoe (like she a bunny) Brand new nina on me with a telescope Staring at my pockets, you a funny hoe All I want to do is count this money doe (count it) Bouncing on my dick like she a bunny hoe (like she a bunny) Brand new nina on me with a telescope Staring at my pockets, you a funny hoe (funny hoe)

x black smurf black suicide

Steady riding low, eyes steady swole Feel like death row, 1994 $uicide tears, dripping off our mothers Bullets in the chamber of the pistol in the cupboard Got a couple black tees with that indo sparkin' Bitch, don't even look my way, 'cause I fucking hate talkin' Got them spinners on a hearse, bitches for dessert Pour me up a four, I'm sipping codeine 'till the dirt Ridin' 'round Texas in a Lexus with a Florida license plate Outta state, eating grapes, blowin' dank, no yank, bitch Dry as fucking weed $lick, havin' a panic attack with the Mac on his lap And now he makin' beats Smurf in the back tryna get some sleep Gas tank on E, not a stain on me, sunset, cool breeze Looking at the moon and then I turn into a goon I'm doing what I please, throwin' up some fuckin threes Shlide in deep while I’m tipped Tryna run cash up Steady fiending more income like "Damn bro, what I gotta do to get out of these problems I’m facing?" Light a smooth J in my right hand Got bitches just like U2 Get the cash man I didn’t always have for the cabman Ain’t no tellin' what a nigga do to you Shake your hand, or just shoot through you I’m the man that you show respect When seen cruisin' through Either that or get that ass fanned up Matter fact, I rather run bands up Meet the pocket chopper, mini rocket-launcher Stay out the way or get bagged up, nigga

disappear

Daddy I've been thinkin' about you lately Mama's never here and step daddy hates me He drinks a lot, it makes him so mean Mama always screams and it gives me bad dreams Today I dropped my bowl of s'ghetti on the floor I didn't mean to make a mess, I tripped on one of my toys I tried to clean it up, really I tried But I just made it worse so I went to my room to hide I knew if Benny saw it I'd be in so much trouble I didn't want to, but I did And the thought of gettin' hit scared me so I didn't tell him Benny saw it, he took off his belt and You know... he hit me with it Then he pushed my face in to the carpet where the s'ghetti spilted But I forgive him though I love you daddy, I guess I gotta go There's a moth on my window seal And it came to die alone Through the pain of the pouring rain I gaze into the storm And I imagine I'm the son of a man Who will hold me close and near With these bruises on my face I cry While I pray to disappear Daddy are you there? I know you're probably busy off working somewhere Helpin' somebody, build a house or somethin' neat You told me what you did, carpentry, right? Man, that's so cool, daddy I really miss you, so much that I would kiss you Yeah even front of my friends I guess you know I'm gettin' sick again I've been throwin' up, I haven't been playin' much I missed a lot of school this week, but I'm tough I'll make it, you know me, daddy I don't get what I want most of the time but I'm patient Hey if you get a second Maybe tomorrow you could come by just to check in Because my babysitter's crazy Mama don't believe me but she makes me get naked And I'm embarrassed so I hide it I'm tellin' you because you know my heart and what's inside it I gotta go to sleep but don't turn off the lights I love you daddy, or should I say Christ? I gotta go to sleep but don't turn off the lights I love you daddy, or should I say Christ? There's a moth on my window seal And it came to die alone Through the pain of the pouring rain I gaze into the storm And I imagine I'm the son of a man Who will hold me close and near With these bruises on my face I cry While I pray to disappear When the weeping willow tree sways from the breeze I float away To the end of the world, to the moon, to the stars To the heavens where I'm safe I’m a child, not a prey. I’m an angel, enslaved I'm a life, I'm a world, I'm a rose, put to waste Wake me up, let me live, let me breathe, let me breathe Give me love, give me soul, give me guidance, give me peace Disappear

the journey

Yeah, ooh The hotel room, always workin' Yeah, yeah Out in California countin' up my blessings Only 24 with a multi million dollar pension Off my catalogue That's 'cause I'm a don like Cheadle 'Cause I'm on And I got more songs than the Beatles, woah That's a stretch? Yeah, I guess But you get the jist Laughin' at the skeptics 'cause I always knew I'd get this rich Family knew and Bugus knew That's probably about it Quicker you come in the game The quicker you go out it Y'all ain't really 'bout shit Y'all ain't got no substance Yea I heard your little viral song Some fun, dumb shit Some one month shit You're a seasonal rapper You a bitch the world fucks 'Cause we leavin you after Don't hit my phone with some stupid shit That's not why I gave you my new number, you stupid bitch Delete and block you I don't have to, but I want to I'm just trimming the fat Haters drowning in doubt Meanwhile I'm swimming in cash I was never cool with y'all, don't try to link up now Because my train left the station, but it's a brink's truck now I switch up styles Like I was dating Badu It's common to hate on the truth I'm carving my name on the roof of Hip Hop then breakin on through To the otherside like Jim Morrison Guzzlin' gin wondering if I drink more than him Scary thought I got the juice like Barry Bonds I ain't tryna blend in like white kids with sperrys on You're faker than these rappers who keep tryna claim indie Major connections millions behind you You're not indie Get offended, then I got you by Hip-Hops' collar 'Cause Bugus told me that only a hit-dog hollers Top dollars what they pay me for the flows now-a-days Free weed, free women, free clothes now-a-days All we got is time, so my time is my investor I'm single, so I save money and live better I need my plaques advanced Tell the RIAA Underrated and overlooked Yes but never underpaid Blew up off the web like Peter Parker Went from flying 32F To private jets getting chartered This is my departure Use to think it was delayed 'Till I let go of the wheel and let my faith fly my plane That's when I started taking off Millions in my bank account Manifested everything Became what I would think about 20,000 dollars for the show is what I'm making now And that's just the guarantee Before the merch and meet and greets And that's only accurate as of today I'm St. Louis with my hoes fly 'em back to LA That's when I'm there 'cause really lately I've been all over Studios my gym I lift my family up I'm all shoulders I fall forward I don't ever fail I went from past due bills To 50 bands I'm getting better mail Every sale I make I keep 100% I put in overtime cuz momma owes 100 in debt That's low ballin' No calling my phone I'm in Greece Self pressures at my neck Aegean Sea at my feet Took my mom around the world My bucket list is ever changing Women wet on arrival fuckin' chicks is better famous I'm poppin from the Southside to the Sudan This time last year mom applied for a food stamps yeah And now it's Michelin star restaurants in every country new guala The only one in the whole place below 40 with two commas I Love the way I did it Can't nobody tell me shit 'Cause ain't nobody make me hot And ain't nobody make me rich Hope that cash that your flashings been provisioned for your taxes 'Cause the IRS is watching Flossing could be problematic You should chill, act like you've seen some money before I can't date a chick that's never left the country before So take your bra off, put your hair up Put my hoodie on Eyes are windows to the soul Yours say "put me on" I got you baby every morning like I'm mark McGrath And your body and my hands is my next collab I'm texting back but not enough because my life is popping You hop from dude to dude and club to club I'm island hoppin' Reminiscin' back before I had one track Back when I would put a half a gram in blunt wraps When me and Bugus got so high before our graduation I think I got too high, I don't remember graduatin' Laughing thinking fuck diplomas I got plaques now Use to celebrate 1,000 plays looking back now I realize that the journey is everything There ain't no destination man the journey is everything Looking back I realize the journey is everything Ain't no destination man the journey is everything

cold stares

Cold stares in the night, tears roll down Another sad clown sittin' in the room Eyes rain tears but do you really love me, no Cold stares in the night, tears roll down Another sad clown sittin' in the room Eyes rain tears but do you really love me, no Cold stares in the night, tears roll down Another sad clown sittin' in the room Eyes rain tears but do you really love me, no Silent and solemn, Smeagol to gollum Evil done got him Doctors say we believe its a problem Possessed by a demon, they won't leave it inside him They gon' leave him on Sunday In a one man confessional with a high fever Dry heaving and hollerin' Check the lock, bolt the door Chop the cord on the boat, float to shore Ain't no leavin' the island Devil whistles in his ear, out of tune On an empty ass bed, can't remember how to spoon Can't forget how the spoon Was the bowl for the soup for his arm When his arm had a cold Now the cold got his feet Tied up in the sheets, sweat drips from his cheeks He's gonna die in hospital clothes Bed, bed I rest in Not my own These cover make me itch Head, head I question Not my own These covers make me sick... (Not my own) (Not my own) Cold stares in the night, tears roll down Another sad clown sittin' in the room But do you really love me? no

tonight its a party

Life, tomorrow ain't promised, ain't that the truth? I can see the shooters on the roof I can hear the prayers in the gunning D-D-DJ Khaled Everybody feels the pains of life Yes we work so hard to strive Spending day and night tryna make it right Create a better life Come let's take a ride Let music free your mind So tonight we gon' have a good time Yes tonight, we gon' celebrate life Oh tonight, we gon' have a party Yes tonight, everyone is right If even just tonight No Appleton fi find, enjoy the fruits of your labor Dance up inna the street like Trinidad and Jamaica Tun up di music loud mek we disturb we neighbor In it for the love, Jah mek we done out the paper B-b-back it up, cah anuh size we fraid of Big, you cudda small or taller than a skyscraper Always inna di oven for you know seh man a baker Flex like my daddy but me have me mother flavor Sen fi Jah army mek wi lock down di acre Bring me the kette, an di Congo shaker Give me the makavara mek di chalwa start blaze up Imma midnight raver So tonight we gon' have a good time Yes tonight, we gon' celebrate life Oh tonight, we gon' have a party Yes tonight, everyone is right If even just tonight We just tryna live while the night's young Too focused on the right now to worry 'bout what might come All the stressing lately got me thinking I should light some All that playing baby, light one Busy Iggy, pretty girl stacking up pretty pennies Save this chitter-chatter, ain't never mattered It don't offend me Say they shocked I bring this money with me, then take over cities Turn a hard-top to a soft-top, had a re-do for them titties Every eye on my hip and waistline, watch me whine And they must have forgotten about me baby, let me remind dem Everyone's a critic nowadays, never mind dem We bring the stars out and realign dem So tonight we gon' have a good time Yes tonight, we gon' celebrate life Oh tonight, we gon' have a party Yes tonight, everyone is right If even just tonight It's a party, it's a party, it's a party I'm getting kush, taking shots, get it started They like, "Did you hear that song with Flocka and Stephen Marley?" I'm doing donuts in the parking lot in my Ferrari I love my people, I do this for my people See the evil, why we need to be illegal? And hella reefer, fall asleep, and wake up to the reaper Take a leap of faith, lose the hate and love your people I make beats and smoking doobies chillin' in Jamaica Cross me and I'mma introduce you to your maker I can't hear these suckers scheming, I know they some haters You can copy the machine or make the paper Or you could be original, reach pinnacles Alcohol and kush, that's my vitamins and minerals Chilling with my girl, skinny dipping in the swimming pool I do it to the maximum, you keep it to the minimum (Flocka, Flocka) So tonight we gon' have a good time Yes tonight, we gon' celebrate life Oh tonight, we gon' have a party Yes tonight, everyone is right If even just tonight

look what ive become

Dwilly, I'm scared Walked across Ohio, took me 50 days I talked to the stars, they were happy that I came Some days, I'm a genius; others, I'm insane There is somethin' gorgeous underneath the pain I can feel it liftin', woo, I'm feelin' good I'm thinkin' 'bout David from my old neighborhood A warm and perfect white light in each of my cells I used to be a pop singer, now I am myself Yeah, I took a little time right now just to count my blessings Count my blessings, count, count, count Took a little time right now just to count my blessings Count my blessings, okay Even when I'm fallin', there's somethin' underneath Somethin' that is perfect, it's almost like a dream Yeah, I know Vincent Van Gogh, I know Princess Di And David Foster Wallace, he calls me all the time If I think 'bout paradise, I'd imagine this No drugs or no alcohol 'cause I'm high as it is Yeah, I don't want your money, I am simply done I just walked away, huh, look what I've become Look what I've become (Woo, woo) Look what I've become (Woo, woo) Look what I've become (Woo, woo) Look what I've become Rollin' through South Central, better watch your ass Bars all on my window, pistol on my bed-stand To live and die in L.A., couldn't make it off of minimum wage I had to get the big body Mercedes Cop a Rollie, plus one for my lady, my lady I always knew I'd be a legend, saw it in my dreams I had to keep one eye open, I could barely sleep (Sleep) I had to kill 'em with success like they the enemy Murder, murder, murder, Lord, mercy me I stopped smokin' last year, fuck that, started back again God don't make no accidents, look what I've become Yeah, look what I've become

the believer

I believe in the light that shines and will never die Oh I believe the fire burns, we stay alive They will talk about us Like they talked about the kings before us They will talk about us These are the words of a believer Achiever, leader of the globe Feeding souls of those in need I bleed the blood of the struggle Walking over troubled puddles Hustles in my chest, no hustle no progress Extremities of life and it's process Birth of a son, death of another With love I caress both mothers And told 'em, who’s in control is the one that's above us I walk where money talks and love stutters Body language of a nation going through changes The young become dangerous, pain gets spent into anger Anger gets sent through the chamber It’s tough when your own look like strangers We are the sons of gangsters and stone rangers If he could how would Ernie Barnes paint us? Look at the picture, hard not to blame us But time forgives in the Chi where the young die often Do they end up in a coffin because we haven’t taught them? Is it what we talking, we really ain't walking? Dues hustlers pay, how much did it cost 'em? Find myself on the same corner that we lost ‘em Real talking, in they ear like a walkman Thoughts spin around the corner to the world When I see them, I see my baby girl Believe! The lord lives among us, the younguns hunger Become a means to get it by any ways nece- -ssary, under pressure, children feeling lesser With the steel up on the dresser killin' will aggressors Destiny’s children survivors, soldiers In front of buildings they eyes look older Hard to see blessings in the violent culture Face against weapons, sirens, holsters That ain't the way that Langston Hughes wrote us Soul controllers on the shoulders of Moses and Noah We go from being Precious to Oprah Cultivated to overcome ever since we came overseas Today and the way that you can see we determined Solar keeps burning, shawty’s know to keep learning Lesson’s in our life are like stripes that we earning Took gramps' advice that Christ is returning Like a thief in the night, I write the beacons of light For those of us in dark alleys and parched valleys Street hits spark rallies of the conscience conquerors of a contest That seems beyond us, even through the unseen I know that God watches From one King's dream, he was able to Barack us The prophets, nothing can stop us Believe!

incense

Oohh.. Oh and ohhh No, nooo, noo, no, no, nooo Ooohh, noo, no Once we smoke, we gotta use them incense, babe Do my stroke, for real I'mma do it slow, like a puff-puff pass Right... And when we smoke Oh, we gotta use them incense babe When I stroke, I'mma go slow when I'm in it So long, we be burning out them candles girl Oh, no, no, nooo When I'm out with my niggas, when you're out with your bitches ... You don't text or call! You the late night type, you would spend a little, too Ride with me, spend time with me Unwind with me, so I could read And be on top of me In front of me Having fun with me Girl, for none of me And when we smoke, we gotta use some incense, babe And when I stroke, you gonna remember my name when I'm in it Go longer than them candles burn You want it all? You get it all Where my down-South girls? Where my Eastcoast girls? Where my Westcoast girls? Where my Chi-town girls? My Toronto girl Oh, I know you with it Out of France, they say that I'm the man And when we smoke, we gotta use them incense babe When I stroke, I'mma go slow when I'm in it So long, we be burning out them candles girl Oh, no, no, nooo When we smoke, we gotta use them incense, baby When I stroke, you gone remember my name I'ma go low, do it til them candles burn Uhh, ooohh, uhhh

dont body ya self mc burial

Hope y'all make it through the storm You know what though, I love the rain man A lot of you cats are runnin' your mouths (hahaha) Your runnin' your mouths crazy Think y'all got to ease up though, you know Ease up 'fore somethin' happen man We don't want that, at least you don't Be easy man, tell you how it feels to be on top of the world But y'all niggas better take it slow Don't body ya self Don't body ya self Yeah, don't body ya self nigga Yeah, yeah Everybody get low niggas Dedicated to the fuck Nas coalition Touch my dough, I'm lettin' .40 cals blow, nigga Not cows with four legs But cals with more lead That add up more dead It's on nigga, I'ma bury 'em Niggas don't want beef they vegetarian Scared of pussy you climbed out a caesarean (woo!) I push ya grown ass back in your mother's womb You need 9 more months Your crews 9 more punks You rhyme on stuff and claim I ain't sign y'all up If I sign y'all I'm on dust Yeah we from the same hood but nigga WHAT?! When y'all was tryna rap y'all was makin' me proud Man now you fucked up down on your luck, runnin' your mouth man Why don't be a real man, say you need a little help And I might help your ass off the shelf But no, you're bein' disrespectful Thinkin' son so cool that he won't check you Stand down, the king is home Queens' own, NASDAQ, Dow Jones Don't body ya self Crazy Take it slow man Slow down (yeah) Take it slow motherfucker Don't body ya self Let's listen Let's just listen Don't body ya self Listen Slow down though man Slow down Y'all gotta take it slow I am De Niro after Am.Ex. commercials and The Fockers With Martin Scorsese after Gangs of New York could rock this Back together with the master plan The rebirth of Langston Hughes, I'm that man I'm in the streets like old graffiti I'm hearin' wankstas talkin' greasy Whether broke or rich my friend Nasir bring that career to an end And I'm bored with you MCs B Y'all beneath me And my raps bring horror like a board of Ouija Of course I'm the king, get my shine on And I blind y'all 'cause they call me The Lord of the Rings Pinky heavy man, big stones in the wedding ban' Smell of brimstone back from Hell again Next verse gets worse from God's son to Devil sent Y'all need to take it slow Don't body ya self Motherfucker act like ya know ('05) Motherfucker better take it slow Don't body ya self They say Jada defeated him Joe too street for him What's next? I guess it's for Nas to Ether him Y'all awaiting an MC burial This is ethereal, FM stereo to XM radio What does it mean, ethereal? Hmm.. either heavenly or spiritual Extreme, delicately light in a way that seems too perfect for this world Man that is righteous, faithful and keeps law Will surely live declares the sovereign Lord And you are none of the above So you a sucka for death, if I'm a sucka for love And y'all wanna know why I don't gotta answer niggas 'Cause I truly understand these niggas Scared of me so they talk about family members Like I can't point out your grandma to niggas Damn you was my man like crew, dog Don't make me change your body frame to blue fog The Q is the borough of true Dons Any disrespect nigga we choose arms Will it be Gilmore or Crowe's? Nigga act like ya know Yeah Y'all better take it slow Motherfucker act like ya know Mess around and body ya self man Don't body ya self

gangbang rookie

I'm not down with the republican party or the democratic party I represent the gangsta party (The gangsta party?) Yes sir I ain't no gangbang rookie, let that thang bang fully I'm a boss out here on the west Killer coast is my home rich rollin' on my throne with my blue bandana on my neck Girl, come fuck with Snoop, sign up on my team there's a little room left Girl, you heard all my songs, steady long, steady wrong, don't get your ass left Church on the move nigga, now go and hit the turf with the news nigga (Snoop) I got some advice for you new niggas, you wanna be in the league well tell 'em who sent ya (Snoop) DO double G, hoes with double D's, in line to juggle these (Snoop) Twisting up the OG, about the whole P, untill I OD, (Snoop) The one they all wanna come to see, hoes loving me, you niggas wanna be (Snoop, Snoop) Even Bloods fuck with Cuz, I hit the club, they're all showing me love They like (Snoop Dogg) Can I get you a autograph, what's up with that DPG, Doggystyle and Aftermath I just laugh while I'm twistin' up another zag, bad bitches kissing in the tub takin' bubblebath I ain't no gangbang rookie police tryna book me I'mma modern day Tookie on the set I got the whole party poppin see you hater niggas jokin all these ice cold diamonds on my chest They see my whole team thugging, nah they mean mugging But that no meant nuthin' Cause if there's problem I pull the problem solver I call the .308 revolver put an end to all this drama, (Snoop) *?Chop fleet dollar with that gold fleet collour?*, (Snoop) Get them euros, get them dollars, get them zeros, get them commas, (yeaaah) Time to get this change guess I'm like Obama But I'mma stay the same on my motherfucking mama (Snoop, Snoop,) DO double G, hoes with double D's, in line to double D's (Snoop) Twistin up the old G, about the whole P, untill I OD The one they all wanna come to see, hoes lovin' me, you niggas wanna be (Snoop, Snoop) Even Bloods fuck with Cuz, I hit the club, they're all showing me love They like (Snoop Dogg) So what up Locust Long Beach inside (Some names impossible to understand) And you allready know what it is I ain't no gangbang rookie (whaaat?), police tryna overlook me Long Beach Eastide is where im at Skinny side and roll on With my tub on the bottom, I'll be shopping on the set Let me hop on a Enzo Let a bitch hit me up for some brain bro (hit me up) Let them niggas now im 'bout my cake bro WPG young Pilot fuck with (Snoop) OG wath a young man, 15 got haters like a grown man W-Money Sa-D who I fuck with (that my niggas) When I was young my mum said I looked like (Snoop) And we ride in a cool, topback, Doggystyle bangin' out mawfackin' I'mma take her to my bed homie And I'm thinking crystal clear Diamonds on my neck shining like a shinereer Even Bloods fuck because, I'm in the club with big (Snoop) Young Pilot (Are you, Snoop are you still basically a gangster at heart?) I am and I was (Is it G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R or G-A-N-G-S-T-A?) Say it dawg (Gangsta hehe) Say it like you mean it Haha Gangsta

sin

Man, fuck all y'all (Just come wit' me) Everything I do is for us only (Yeah, yeah) Only us, none of y'all other niggas (I know none of y'all can't tell) It's on God (I'm in London, got my beat from London) Ayy, ayy, I'm drippin' again The way that I drip this shit should be a sin Ayy, ayy, divorce all my friends I'm not a Migo, 'bout to trap out the Benz Ayy, they told me don't spend I went got the racks and I did it again Ayy, I think she a twin Plus she got red calamari skin Ayy, you don't got no wins You should grab something white and just throw it on in I went to school, got suspended I told her I want some head, bobby pin If the lil... don't got class, yeah, we call it truancy I ain't had no money to spend I got my first check and went paid off my rent I poured a four from the clouds down And my head floating in bliss (Goddamn) I'm on the phone with big bro now (Damn) He told me keep Benz on the race (Goddamn) Until you see it like this, I promise man you'd never think it exists Straight out a jet to the crib, I'm quick with the switch Man we never miss, okay (God) 'Bout to turn up in the club, man, back the fuck up We ain't takin' no pictures See all the wings in the front, it's us We had to triple the digits See all those sexy mamas blowing kisses, man We had to grant all they wishes (We grants-) Casamigos got me spinnin' But I want some spendin' some out wit' some dealers Let's go (Goddamn) I'm rocking Dior Sauvage (Damn) I'm higher than Scotty, they calling me Pippen (God) I got some Cartier vision, it costs me six thousand I'm watchin' these women Money's the reason I'm sinning Money's the reason I gotta take Ritalin You niggas don't care 'bout women Just shut the fuck up, yeah I'm taking care plenty I put Chanel on a belt buckle, of when my price is half off I keep a stick for my cover, got way more girls than Hugh Hefner Got the same name as the butler But more money than Ashley and her mother Got a backwood full of sherbert, I'm 'bout to smoke like a murder Ayy, ayy, I'm dripping again The way that I drip this shit should be a sin Ayy, ayy, divorce all my friends I'm not a Migo, 'bout to trap out the Benz Ayy, they told me don't spend I went got the racks and I did it again Ayy, I think she a twin Plus she got red calamari skin Ayy, you don't got no wins You should grab something white and just throw it on in I went to school, got suspended I told her I want some head, bobby pin If the lil... don't got class, yeah, we call it truancy I ain't had no money to spend I got my first check and went paid off my rent Ooh, hop out the back of the turn up Avoid all the cameras, I did it on purpose She tryna act like she perfect I see all the masks that you leave on the surface She made me write all my verses in cursive She need all them purses at Hermès That's like 25 racks and we always on a roll Man, we always working, let's go Ay, let me pour up some Act, got some brand new graffiti It's going down my back I got Chanel slippers, Gucci pennies, baby, girl you can pick Rocking Giuseppe Zanotti's a night I spent half a million designer on kits I got Chanel slippers, Gucci pennies, baby girl you can pick I got so high, went off the equator, I feel like Buzz Lightyear I met a broad, skinny like nails, and I was richer than ice cream I had to grind without a rail, now all my cars got Nitron Straight to Dubai, I feel like the mail, I was on a Global Express I had to grind without a rail, now all my cars got Nitron Straight to Dubai, I feel like the mail, I was on a Global Express I'm in London, got my beat from London

pray for plagues

Fly! She starts her new diet of liquor and dick Just like Hollywood, but laced in sick The sun goes down and so does she The sun goes down and so does she Sold out the love that she had with the cut of a throat Drinks all 'round on her before she strolls to the moat The sun goes down and so does she The sun goes down and so does she Oh (Oh, oh), cry (Count your fucking) Blessings Come on, count your blessings 'Cause I'm counting every lie, count your blessings 'Cause I'm counting every lie, counting every lie Christ, I'm asking you for just one thing I'm asking you for just one thing Eradicate this disease Close your eyes, pray for plagues Oh, Lord, cleanse this earth and bring upon our doomsday Oh, close your eyes, pray for plagues Cleanse this earth and bring doomsday Ah, she starts her new diet of liquor and dick Just like Hollywood but laced in sick The sun goes down and so does she The sun goes down and so does she So clap your hands to the sound of every first born dying now Watch the rivers flow with blood, death will stand where life once stood So clap your hands to the sound of every first born dying now Watch the rivers turn to blood, death will stand where life once stood So clap your hands to the sound of every first born dying now Watch the rivers turn to blood, death will stand where life once stood Close your eyes, pray for plagues Cleanse this earth, bring our doomsday Cum on my face

pressure

Who are you? You don't know? Don't tell me 'Negro' That's nothing What were you before the white man named you a 'Negro'? What was your name? It couldn't have been 'Smith' or 'Jones' or 'Bush' or 'Powell' That wasn't your name They don't have those kind of names where you and I came from No what was your name? And why don't you now know what your name was then? Where was your history? How did a man wipe out your history? How did the man, what did the man do to make you as dumb, as you are right now? Motherfuckas I just bought some new chuckas The old ones bloodied up from stomping out mo' suckas Big bad Killa Big black gorilla King Kong on you monkey ass niggas Step and fetch funky ass, flunky ass niggas Dick in the booty for your Massa' ass niggas I don't fear no man Not Bush not Clinton not Osama Ask your Uncle Thomas how he choose Massa' over Obama You could have a million dollars and a white collar Liberation costs more then a damn dollar It costs what Christ gave King gave X gave A billion dollars don't make you an ex-slave Nigga With an Attitude since fifth grade I never behave Rather be a dead man than a live slave We can say what we like Put the pressure on 'em Ice Cube and Killer Mike Put the pressure on 'em I can do what I want Put the pressure on 'em But god dammit I'm gonna Put the pressure on 'em Put the pressure on 'em Homie put the pressure on 'em Put the pressure on 'em Homie put the pressure on 'em Put the pressure on 'em Homie put the pressure on 'em Cause pressure bust pipes Pressure bust pipes I'm here to deprogram you Don't forget what they made your great grandmama do What they made your great granddaddy do Without a dollar or a penny or a thank you The same motherfuckers wanna gank you Cause they hate you and the pussy that you came through Can anybody tell me that it ain't true? That these motherfuckers ain't out to hurt you They'll lock you up, beat you up and work you Put your life on a thirty year curfew Little cell little window for you to look through Even gotta a little chair where he can cook you Nigga please I'mma be in the breeze Beat 'em up with my plan like the Japanese Now I'm overseas And I'm trapping these Thank God I didn't have to cock and squeeze Black politicians stop bullshitting And you funky black preachers with your pulpit Our kings had dreams and a big vision All you give us is government and religion Is you a freedom fighter or a stool pigeon Is you down for your people in the big mission Or you a dirty nigga working for a fucking Clinton Or you dirty nigga working for a fucking Bush Another message for the politicians: Better get the police off our ass quickly If another old lady die in this city Swear to god we will burn down the fucking city Big schemes Big dreams Yeah I'm with it folk But twenty years of selling dope just a fucking joke And so what, you the man with that white man? Probation got your answering to a white man God dammit the Red Dogs and Ramparts running rampant These pigs going ham sammich In New York killed a young brother In Atlanta killed a grandmother And politicians say 'save the planet' Fuck that, save us dammit! From the black pigs helped 'em kill Sean Bell I hope it's five degrees hotter for your ass in hell Race traitin' bastard, you less than trash I hope when Jesus come back he murder your ass So you burn in hell 'til you turn white ash To the one that say 'sorry' tell' em 'kiss our ass' We don't need em motherfucker you can keep it for yourself I wish you nothing but pain and bad health I hope luck run away from you and wealth No honor in life no honor in death You a Judas to us, nigga kill yourself No Negro leaders have fought for civil rights They have begged for civil rights They have begged the white man for civil rights They have begged the white man for freedom And anytime you beg another man to set you free You will never be free Freedom is something you have to do for yourselves And until the American Negro lets the white man know That we are really really ready and willing to pay the price that is necessary for freedom Our people will always be walking around and second class citizens or what you call twentieth century slaves (What price are you talking about sir?) The price of freedom is death

confident

Don't do it to me, don't do it to me, oh no no, oh no no Don't do it to me, oh no no, oh no no Don't do it to me, oh no no, oh no no Don't do it to me, oh no no, oh no no Focused, I'm focused She got a body like that, I ain't never seen nothing like that Like a fantasy in front of me I think that something special is going down That's right I think she foreign, I think she foreign Got passports, mi amor started slow, got faster She gon' work some more, work some more No stopping her now, no stopping her now Then she started dancing, sexual romancing Nasty but she fancy, lipstick on my satin sheets What's your nationality? I wonder if there's more of you She's got my attention, she's confident Oh no no, oh no no, she's confident Oh no no, oh no no and I'm down with it Oh no no, oh no no, she's confident You could tell by the way she walks in the room She said it's her first time (oh, yeah, yeah) I think she might have lied Feels so good damn (oh, yeah, yeah) And I don't know why I'm addicted (oh, yeah, yeah) Something like an addict Got me twisted (oh, yeah, yeah) But still I gotta have it Explosive, explosive I could still smell her perfume It's not hard to notice, that I'm open Hypnotised by the way she moves Then she started dancing, sexual romancing Nasty but she fancy, Mona Lisa masterpiece What's your nationality? I wonder if there's more of you She's got my attention, she's confident Oh no no, oh no no, she's confident Oh no no, oh no no and I'm down with it Oh no no, oh no no, she's confident You could tell by the way she walks in the room She said it's her first time (oh, yeah, yeah) I think she might have lied Feels so good damn (oh, yeah, yeah) And I don't know why (IGH!) I'm addicted (oh, yeah, yeah) Something like an addict (Ooh-woo!) Got me twisted (oh, yeah, yeah) But still I gotta have it Chance? The Rapper? IGH! Tattoos, piercings and she just learned to twerk (oh?) She ain't got a heart or a ass, just her brains Gotta ask cause her ass on a learning curve (oh?) And she love to hurn the berb, I mean burn the word That's only legal with a doctor's note (oh?) Real deep pockets like a doctor's coat (IGH! IGH!) Stay faded like Diddy's hair, back tryna rock the vote She the first mate when I rock the boat (IGH!) She never forget to ride like a bicycle She like planes, trains, chains with icicles It goes her, blank, blank, and rock & roll (IGH!) She say "I know, honey bunny, that's the funny thing" (ooh!) Thots twerk for the Goodfellas She money dance with the money team, IGH! She's confident Oh no no, oh no no, she's confident Oh no no, oh no no and I'm down with it Oh no no, oh no no, she's confident You could tell by the way she walks in the room She said it's her first time (oh, yeah, yeah) I think she might have lied Feels so good damn (oh, yeah, yeah) And I don't know why I'm addicted (oh, yeah, yeah) Something like an addict Got me twisted (oh, yeah, yeah) But still I gotta have it Still I gotta have it (yeah) Still I gotta have it (alright) Still I gotta have it (yeah, alright) Oh no no, oh no no, oh no no (yeah) Oh no no, oh no no, oh no no (alright) Oh no no, oh no no, oh no no (yeah) Oh no no, oh no no But still I gotta have it

wiseman

Wiseman closes mouth Madman closes fist Young man shows his age Judge man named it sin Bad man don' exist no No evil man exists Good man don't exist no No righteous man exists Sad man cannot cry in place where man can see Never witnessed father weep This old man thought it weak But strong man don't exist No undying man exists Weak man don't exist no Just flesh and blood exists But your mother would be proud of you I bet your mother would be proud of you The beast will crawl this earth Then fall in the dirt to feed the crows They'll rip apart his flesh Til all that's left is glorious bone So you'll bury your own Too vain You saw it unfold What you know And you claimed all you could hold Until death did you part from the mess you made I bet your mother would be proud of you I bet your mother would be proud of you Primate sharpens tool To survive and thrive in the jungle Maybe hearts were made to pump blood Maybe lungs were made for flood I won't blunt my blade for cut these chains Rather let my limbs be dragged through mud You're my brother but your eyes are cold You're my sister but your womb is bare I bet our mother would be proud of you I bet our mother would be proud of you Bad man don't exist No evil man exists I know good man don't exist No righteous man exists Strong man don't exist No undying man exists Weak man don't exist No just flesh and blood exists

run up

West Coast, it's all about survival nigga West Coast, California's own Black Wall Street, D.P.G.C You niggas know what it is Compton and Long Beach back together again Security pat downs I'm a star, motherfucker, I been put the gat down I been put' the MAC down But check the people that I'm with 'Cause they'll lay you flat down And they'll do it right now Yeah, you scared of the phone numbers that a nigga might dial Club-hop, car shows, picnics Big cars, big jewels, big dicks Rush doors, or gotta hop the fence , gotta blow my rent Gotta show my ass, then go repent Gotta call in sick, and tell 'em where I went (buck em, buck 'em, buck 'em) Don't want no problems, ya'll Fuck around, I'll pull out the problem solved And watch egos dissolve Nine times out of ten, you hoes involved You gotta problem nigga run up They get go be give a fuck, I'ma do my thang Representing the city from which I came It's too much gangsta shit goin' on in the fuckin' world For niggas to be actin' like girls I'm the Gangbang General, never rhyme a subliminal 12-gauge shotty to your body, a fuckin' criminal A animal, West Coast beat cannibal Who got the antidote? I'm sick on this gangsta shit Not Blood or Crip, I'm a Anybody Killa For realer, half Blood half motherfuckin' gorilla Suicidal, my flow is a automatic rifle My rag is a flag, I should hang it from the fuckin' Eiffel, Tower MC's I devour, a lyrical time bomb I explode to the next episode Cutlass ridin', butler drivin' Head low cause it's all about motherfuckin' survivin' In the city I claim, Westside we bang The Game, and the D.P.G.C. gang Goin' goin' back back to the bank Rest in peace to my safe I'ma fly nigga nigga I take your ho I'll have to leave her if she did me like Coco The devil talkin' to me, but I dont hear him Act like I'm deaf like So-So Fuck you, fuck him, fuck them Fuck my ex and her cohorts Hundred bottles in the club, for no reason Niggas start trippin', boom bow dope fiend Fendi on my shoes, Fendi on my belt I'm in the Fendi store, I dont need help All gold everything like Trinidad I went to high school, with you bitch you been a rat I don't got money problems, I got trust issues Two things I gotta stayin' with, two pistols

drugs

Drugs, everybody on drugs Had a dose of Miley Cyrus then I fell in love Drugs, I made my own drug, don't need no plug Your partner go Hollywood, act like he on drugs Drugs, drugs, make you turn up in the club Drugs, drugs, raise your middle fingers up Drugs, drugs, no I ain't on every drug Drugs, drugs, will make you fuck some millions up I don't know nothing bout no love But I mastermind these drugs (real dope boy) I own my own drug hub (lil mexico) If I ain't gettin' paid then I don't go to clubs Grind, juug, keep that money up I fuck with Mike Will, but Miley I'm in love Pour a pint in a 2 liter, drinking mud Walking through the mall smoking, I don't give a fuck Yeah, I ain't no rapper I'm a talking drug Million dollar drug habits, niggas can't afford With my juug money, nigga I can make the Forbes I built my name off drug money real dope boy Drugs, everybody on drugs Had a dose of Miley Cyrus then I fell in love Drugs, I made my own drug, don't need no plug Your partner go Hollywood, act like he on drugs Drugs, drugs, make you turn up in the club Drugs, drugs, raise your middle fingers up Drugs, drugs, no I ain't on every drug Drugs, drugs, will make you fuck some millions up I be Young Thugger but the molly talkin' Everybody around me baby D like Walters Aha, I'm having bricks I keep 'em fresh like coffees Ha ha, ha ha, wake up high, cloud 9, ain't never walking Drugs, D R U G S I got 50, you got 50, let's have a contest I don't need no gun but if you steal you end up armless Street cook so much I done got hooked on like phonics I sold them drugs and bought a Audi for my mom Put up the hundreds with the painted on designers I chuck that pack, like Walter Payton I start running I'm on so many drugs right now this shit ain't funny My plug gon' keep em coming Drugs, everybody on drugs Had a dose of Miley Cyrus then I fell in love Drugs, I made my own drug, don't need no plug Your partner go Hollywood, act like he on drugs Drugs, drugs, make you turn up in the club Drugs, drugs, raise your middle fingers up Drugs, drugs, no I ain't on every drug Drugs, drugs, will make you fuck some millions up

boats ii me time credits

1. Fork (T. Epps, M. Williams, P. Slaughter) (ASCAP/BMI) Produced by Mike WiLL Made-It & P-Nasty for Eardrummers Entertainment, LLC Rec orded by Jack “SU THERNFOLK ” Brown at Deuce Mobile Studio and by Finis “KY” White for KY Recordings at Deuce Station, At lanta, GA Mixed by Finis “KY” White for KY Recordings at Tree Sound Studios, Norcross, GA and Patchwerk Recording Studios, At lanta, GA Assisted by Jack Bartlett and Alverne Emmanuel. Additional vocals by Jeanette Epps (Mom) 2. 36 Produced by Tommy Brown for Vietom, Inc. Recorded By Jack “SUTHERNFOLK” Brown and Finis “KY” White for KY Recordings at Deuce Station, At lanta, GA Mixed by Finis “KY” White for KY Recordings at Silent Sound Studios, At lanta, GA, assisted by Kory Aaron 3. Feds Watching featuring Pharrell (T. Epps, P. Williams) (ASCAP) Produced by Pharrell Williams Recorded by Jack “SUTHERNFOLK” Brown and Finis “KY” White for KY Recordings At Deuce Station, At lanta, GA, and by Mike Larson for i am OTHER Entertainment At Chalice Recording Studio, Los Angeles, CA and The Hit Factory Criteria Miami, FL 2 Chainz vocals mixed by Finis “KY” White for KY Recordings at Deuce Station, At lanta, GA Mixed by Fabian Marasciullo for That’s A Dope Mix at The Hit Factory Criteria, Miami, FL, assisted by Sam Bohl Pharrell appears Courtesy of Columbia Records 4. Where U Been? featuring Cap.1 (T. Epps, L. Smith, M. Williams, M. Middlebrooks) (ASCAP/BMI) Produced by Mike WiLL Made-It & Marz for Eardrummers Entertainment, LLC Recorded by Jack “SUTHERNFOLK” Brown at Deuce Mobile Studio and by Finis “KY” White for KY Recordings at Deuce Station, At lanta, GA and at Les Studios de la Seine, Paris France Mixed by Finis “KY” White for KY Recordings at Tree Sound Studios Norcross, GA, assisted by Jack Bartlett Additional vocals by Nakesha Ward Cap.1 appears courtesy of The Real University (T.R.U.) 5. I Do It featuring Drake & Lil Wayne (T. Epps, A. Graham, D. Carter, D. Richardson, T. Pentz, G. Arillo O. Redding) (ASCAP/BMI/SOCAN) Produced by D Rich for Rich Territory Co- Produced by Wonder Arillo and Diplo Recorded by Jack “SUTHERNFOLK” Brown At Deuce Station, At lanta, GA, by Finis “KY” White for KY Recordings at NightBird Studios, Los Angeles, CA and by Derek Allen at Mad Decent Studios Atw ater, CA Mixed by Finis “KY” White for KY Recordings at Patchwerk Recording Studios, At lanta, GA, assisted by Alverne Emmanuel Additional Vocals by Betty Idol Drake appears courtesy of Young Money/Cash Money/ Universal Republic Lil Wayne appears courtesy of Young Money/Cash Money/ Universal Republic CONTAINS AN INTERPOLA TION OF “RESPECT,” WRITTEN BY OTIS REDDING AND PUBLISHED BY IRVING MUSIC INC. (BMI). ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Contains “#METIME” skit. Produced by Sean C for Flight School Productions 6. Used 2 (ASCAP/BMI) Produced by Mannie Fresh for Flight School Productions Recorded by Jack “SUTHERNFOLK” Brown at Deuce Mobile Studio and by Finis “KY” White for KY Recordings at Deuce Station, At lanta, GA and at Premier Studios, NYC Mixed by Finis “KY” White for KY Recordings at Patchwerk Recording Studios, At lanta, GA, assisted by Alverne Emmanuel 7. Netflix featuring Fergie (T. Epps, S. Ferguson, J. Jones, C. Mays Jr., T. Pentz, D. Allen) (ASCAP/BMI) Produced by Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E.. for Honorable Court/POWER Entertainment, LLC Co-Produced by Diplo Additional Production and Programming by DJA for Mad Decent Recorded by Jack “SUTHERNFOLK” Brown And Finis “KY” White for KY Recordings at Deuce Station, At lanta, GA; by Derek Allen at Mad Decent Studios, Atw ater, CA and by Jeremy “J” Stevenson at Parhelion Studios, At lanta, GA Mixed by Finis “KY” White for KY Recordings at Patchwerk Recording Studios, At lanta, GA, assisted by Alverne Emmanuel Fergie appears courtesy of will.i.am records/Interscope Records 8. Extra featuring Rich Homie Quan (T. Epps, D. Lamar, G. Arillo) (ASCAP/BMI) Produced By Wonder Arillo Recorded by Jack “SUTHERNFOLK” Brown at Deuce Mobile Studioand by Finis “KY” White for KY Recordings at Deuce Station, At lanta, GA Mixed by Finis “KY” White for KY Recordings at Patchwerk Recording Studios At lanta, GA, assisted by Alverne Emmanuel 9. U Da Realest (T. Epps, C. Gholson) (ASCAP) Produced by Christopher “Drumma Boy” Gholson for Drum Squad Recorded by Jack “SUTHERNFOLK” Brown at Deuce Mobile Studioand by Finis “KY” White for KY Recor ings at Deuce Station, At lanta, GA Mixed by Finis “KY” White for KY Recordings at Patchwerk Recording Studios, At lanta, GA Assisted by Zane Shoemake Background vocals by Chimere Scott Sermon by Bishop Henry W. White of Christian Missionary Baptist Church R.I.P. Puerto Rico Johnny 10. Beautiful Pain featuring Lloyd and Ma$e (T. Epps, L. Polite, M Betha, C. Mays Jr.) (ASCAP/BMI) Produced by Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E. for Honorable Court/POWER Entertainment, LLC Recorded by Finis “KY” White for KY Recordings at Deuce Station, At lanta, GA Mixed by Finis “KY” White for KY Recordings at Patchwerk Recording Studios, At lanta, GA, assisted by Alverne Emmanuel Additional Vocals by Wayne Blazed 11. So We Can Live featuring T-Pain (T. Epps, T-Pain, M. Humphrey, W. Jones, E. Ortiz, K. Crowe, K. Bartolomei) (ASCAP/ BMI) Part I Produced by DJ Montay and Co-Produced by Mr. Jonz from the Oomp Camp for Top Quality Productions Part II Produced by J.U.S.T.I.C.E League Additional production on Part I by Wonder Arillo Recorded by Jack “SUTHERNFOLK” Brown at Deuce Mobile Studio and by Finis “KY” White for KY Recordings at Deuce Station, At lanta, GA Part I Mixed by Finis “KY” White for KY Recordings at Patchwerk Recording Studios, At lanta, GA, assisted by Zane Shoemake Part II Mixed by Leslie Brathwaite at Music Box Studios, At lanta, GA Additional vocals on Part II by Betty Idol Scratches by DJ Jaycee T-Pain Appears courtesy of RCA Records, a division of Sony Music Entertainment 12. Mainstream Ratchet (T. Epps, M. Humphrey, K. Roberson) (ASCAP/BMI) Produced by Big Korey and Co-Produced by DJ Montay from the Oomp Camp for Top Quality Productions Recorded by Jack “SUTHERNFOLK” Brown at Deuce Mobile Studio and by Finis “KY” White for KY Recordings at Deuce Station, At lanta, GA Mixed by Finis “KY” White for KY Recordings at Patchwerk Recording Studios At lanta, GA, assisted by Alverne Emmanuel and Nick Bassani 13. Black Unicorn featuring Chrisette Michele & Sunni Patterson (T. Epps, C. Payne, A. Davis) (ASCAP/SESAC/BMI) Produced by DJ Toomp for Zone Boy Productions Recorded By Jack “SUTHERNFOLK” Brown at Deuce Mobile Studio, by Finis “KY” White for KY Recordings at Deuce Station, At lanta, GA, and by DJ Toomp at Soundtrap Studios, At lanta, GA, and by Brian Stanley for M.I.M.G. at Jungle City Studios NYC Mixed by Finis “KY” White for KY Recordings at Patchwerk Recording Studios, At lanta, GA, assisted by Alverne Emmanuel Keys by DJ Toomp Guitar By Markeith Black Additional production elements and guitar production by Jack “SUTHERNFOLK” Brown Contains I Love My Family. Written and performed By Heaven Epps. Produced by Mannie Fresh for Flight School Productions 14. Outroduction (T. Epps, N. Warwar, V. Venditto, V. Bullock, C. Ingersoll, R Preyer,R. Solomon) (ASCAP/BMI) Produced by STREETRUNNER for Run The Streets, LLC Additional Production by Vinny Venditto for Cleanface Management Recorded by Jack “SUTHERNFOLK” Brown and Finis “KY” White for KY Recordings at Deuce Station, At lanta, GA Mixed by Finis “KY” White for KY Recordings at Patchwerk Recording Studios, At lanta, GA, assisted by Alverne Emmanuel Contains samples from “Stop What You’re Doing Girl” performed By The Younghearts, under license from Universal Music Enterprises. Used By permission. Written by V. Bullock, C. Ingersoll, R. Preyer and R. Solomon Published by Unichappell Music Inc. (BMI)/Mafundi Music Company (BMI), all Rights administered by Unichappell Music, Inc. (BMI). All rights reserved 15. Employee of the Month (T. Epps, L. Abrams, T. Pentz, T. Roberts) (ASCAP/BMI) Produced by Diplo Co-Produced by FKi Recorded by Jack “SUTHERNFOLK” Brown At Deuce Mobile Studio, by Finis “KY” White for KY Recordings at Deuce Station At lanta, GA and by Andrew Swanson at Mad Decent, Atw ater, CA 2 Chainz Vocals mixed by Finis “KY” White for KY Recordings at Patchwerk Recording Studios, At lanta, GA Mixed by Luca Pretolesi at The Studio at Wynn, Las Vegas NV, assisted by Mark Afable Additional drum programming by Andrew Swanson Additional vocals by LIZ 16. Live and Learn (It Will) featuring Pusha T and Dolla Boy (T. Epps, T. Thornton, E. Conyers, T. Key, S. Hacker) (ASCAP/BMI) Produced By V DON for HEBREW HUSTLE, Inc. Recorded by Jack “SUTHERNFOLK” Brown at Deuce Mobile Studio, Minneapolis, MN and by Finis “KY” White for KY Recordings at Deuce Station, At lanta, GA Mixed by Finis “KY” White for KY Recordings at Patchwerk Recording Studios, At lanta, GA, assisted by Alverne Emmanuel 17. Living featuring IamSu! (T. Epps, S. Williams, T. Storey Jr.) (ASCAP/BMI) Produced by League of Starz Recorded by Jack “SUTHERNFOLK” Brown at Deuce Mobile Studioand by Finis “KY” White for KY Recordings at Deuce Station, At lanta, GA Mixed by Finis “KY” White for KY Recordings at Patchwerk Recording Studios, At lanta, GA, assisted by Alverne Emmanuel Thank you to God, my kids, Heaven and Harmony Epps, Mom, Kesha, my family, fans Management, T.R.U. team and staff, label, friends, enemies, rap peers, legal Representatives, athletic peers, DJs, radio stations, tastemakers, promoters Bloggers, journalists, directors, engineers, studios, producers, artists Retailers, designers, photographers, international Customs, U.S. Customs City of At lanta, College Park, GA, visionaries, and everybody that assisted in The creation of B.O.A.T.S. II. R.I.P. Pops. Executive Producer: Tauheed Epps A&R: Tauheed Epps A&R Operations/Business Affairs for T.R.U.: Erica Novich Esq. A&R Administration: Terese Joseph Mastered by Glenn Schick at Glenn Schick Mastering West, Seattle, WA Marketing: Caiaffa Management: Street Execs Management (Dismas “Coach Tek” Matheka, Charlie Jabaley, Allen Parks And David “D.Leeks” Leeks) Cover Photography: Jenna Pinch Package Production: Paul Lane Legal Counsel: Theo Sedlmayr, Esq. and Lisa Donini Esq. for Sedlmayr & Associates, P.C. Clearances: Deborah Mannis-Gardner For DMG Clearances, Inc. Business Affairs: Lynn Gonzalez, Antoinette Trotman, Ian Allen, Vol S. Davis III℗&©2013 Def Jam Recordings, a division of UMG Recordings, Inc. 1755 Broadway, New York, New York 10019. Distributed by Universal Music Distribution. All rights reserved

super kendrick lamar

What would my name be? It gotta be something slick, man. It gotta be something, something real slick. "Hardbody." There's really no uniform. That's the catch. It’s whatever the environment he’s in, he chameleons into that environment. No mask, no nothing. You don't see him coming. The powers that he project is straight love. Energy. This right here controls how everybody move and how everybody thinking. You live in a world full of hate. You feel me? The homies right here hating on you, they finna rob you. They finna do this, boom, he gon' come in there. Chameleon. And you think he with you and your crew, but he working on the act of love. Y'all powered up and dap out and move out to the next spot. You going to a spot full of discrimination. He blending in there too. You know? He might got a suit on. You feel me? But he acting on the work of love. And what that does is, his energy builds up to the next man and builds up all the way around the world and everybody is just full of this superb energy. Everybody getting money. Happy. Living and enjoying their lives. And not hating on the next man. That's what he do. He might pull up in a Pinto, you feel? Or a two-door Honda or something like that. You know? Or if he in a prestige spot he might pull up in a Beamer, whatever the case is. His whole thing is about reality of it, you know, and not putting the cape on. You know? Cause he something different than a superhero. The archenemy villain, that's easy. I don't know if I wanna say a woman or a man, but I name her Lucy. Matter of fact, we gon' put it to a stone, we gon' disguise Lucy as a woman. In actuality it's Lucifer, it's a man though. She's seductive, she seduces everybody. She comes into a room and walk out. You think you feeling the love, but once you walk out it's nothing but negative tension around. You feel me? (I wanna see this movie, man) Yeah, "Hardbody." Yeah, we gon' do that. (That's crazy)

bonfire

Ok you bring the weed, you bring the food You call the girls up, you bring the booze We'll meet up at my spot and ride out and cruise To the hide out and think 'bout what we'll get high 'bout I got my girl I blow her back out until the lights out Ima marry that, gimmie that (inhales smoke) I like my weed like my music, loud Ladies always screamin when they choosin, ow So if we gonna do this than lets do this right now Cause the way the world moving we could all be going down Just know that we're behind the steering wheel let's move it right Peace and love smoke to that, who's got a light? Puff it now pass it down laps around the room They want me to rap about shooting like dying is cool No colors, one race, that we're losing We'll win tomorrow, move that table and bring those brews in Tell your followers you bring 5 girls get 2 dudes in Gotta keep the ratio, don't play this on the radio These models check in for me now It's sweats and flip flops, oh this one for the pretty girls That fuck with hip hop or real rap music or whatever you wanna call it You never get the bigger picture from inside the wallet So stop chasing the bread, start chasing your dreams Internet is the feds, molly got us like fiends Only drugs that hurt us seem to be the only ones doctors prescribe And everything that kills us makes us all feel alive So you bring the weed, you bring the food You call the girls up, you bring the booze We'll meet up at my spot and ride out and cruise Cause you bring the weed, you bring the food You call the girls up, you bring the booze We'll meet up at my spot and ride out and cruise To the bonfire I'm at the bonfire combing out my naps with a black pic With a black fist vibing to some boom-bap shit Pocket full of cash and carmax for these chapped lips Telling stories about a black kid who loved to backflip And rap with us cause we making booths out the mattress Granny mad cause we recorded over all her classics Stop the story reach into my jacket to grab some pre-rolls Cause there's some cool people around me that I can match with See some white skins, dark skins, mexicans All unified by the vibes I came to represent Fuck where you reside or your residence You hesitant, rappers couldn't walk a mile in these shoes I'm steppin' in Taking all challengers Coming harder than Murphy Lee's "Welcome to Atlanta" verse Ashes all on my flannel shirt There's only one creator And love is the religion To your heart you must listen Life is too short for divisions So you bring the weed, you bring the food You call your girls, you bring the booze We'll meet up at my spot and ride out and cruise One more time I say you bring the weed, you bring the food You call your girls, you bring the booze We'll meet up at my spot and ride out and cruise To the bonfire Thump thump, okay, let him rap Time to come together and connect the gap Known as the bitch-snatching-bandit that always dressed in black I think The Pack hit me like a brick I just woke up from an epic nap Missed text about a party yea I'll probably go Hit the lobby flow before I go, cup of coffee though On good days the honda feel like a bugatti though But the volumes low, hold on let me push this audio Splendid, so now I'm headed to this shin-dig Figure I'ma listen to this new shit that my friends did Still the same homies ever since we all ascended Siri interrupts the silence to say the trip has ended Park and hop out as I wonder what could transpire In the event of someone talking shit I'll pull my pants higher But it's good vibes only homies 'round the campfire Then my tribe marauders at midnight just like some vampires You bring the weed, you bring the food You call the girls up don't bring no dudes We'll meet up at my spot and ride out and cruise To the bonfire Get your vibe on, go on and on Get your rhyme on, go on and on Get your vibe on, go on and on Get your rhyme on, go on and on Get your vibe on, go on and on Get your rhyme on, go on and on Get your vibe on, go on and on Get your rhyme on, go on and on Get your vibe on, go on and on Get your rhyme on, go on and on My pack louder than a cop siren Thats why these police ass niggas wanna silence my squad We came to save the game from drowning like a licenced life guard Defying all odds took trips off of water and had hawaiian broads bop Suckers pray that I stop and get off the ladder Cause they know I got the tropicana The juice no less than a jug full I step in one leg at a time like a fucking jump suit You sit back and watch the show from home like Hulu I stay on my toes like a ballet, no tutu Haters tryna dim Gang Starr rip Guru But I've been doing this shit since FUBU Girls sit in traffic during rush hour just to bring me mushu I'm like a chemist in the stu just to make sure the feel ain't dead Big homie said you can't loaf around all day and still make bread Shit is changing I had to reprogram my mind and make new living arrangements Getting rid of self imposed immitations Still practicing patience working on my cadence Flow high Oktane like a service station That boy nice feigning for that feeling of significance But you can't enjoy the benefit if you can't accept the Price I continue to push this audio Is he better with the producing or lyrics? They bumping heads with they questions like Super Mario I'm repping throwing big dubs as I coast through Cali Repping like Chilly Chill squabbling at the bowling alley Repping like Kent M$ney passing me Gucci After I seen her at the Vibe in Riverside I'm reppin the ill and I kept it alive I'm reppin the ill and I keep it alive I'm reppin the ill and I kept it alive

im goin in

Yeah Uh-huh Um, uh-huh Okay Hello mothafucka, hey, hi, how ya durrn'? It's Weezy F Baby, come to take a shit and urine On these toilet bowl bitches, pussy ass niggas Stomping on this beat like a motherfucking Sigma Bad to the bristle, hat to the rizzle I'm so official, all I need is a whistle Bitch named Crystal, let her suck my pistol She open up her mouth and then I blow her brains out You ain't met a nigga like me, you probably never will Riders rollin' with me, like 11 wheels Find out where you livin', kill you in the kitchen The feds tryin' to clip us, but we ain't even trippin' I'm goin' in, I'm goin' in I'm goin' in, I'm goin' in And I'ma go hard, and I'ma go hard And I'ma go hard, and I'ma go hard Bitch I'm goin' in, I'm goin' in I'm goin' in, I'm goin' in And I'ma go hard, and I'ma go hard And I'ma go hard, and I'ma go hard First off, you know what it is if you heard Drake Making hoes wobble like a bridge in a earthquake Never see me out 'cause I live in my workplace I'll give you the business, so button up your shirt straight Look at where I landed, you would think I planned it I'm just doing me and you could never understand it Chicks get hammered, big-dicked bandit Money flowin' like a slit wrist, no bandage Blowin' purple clouds, nigga I'm so sky high I ain't cuttin' anybody slices out of my pie Out of this world though, I'm so sci-fi And I don't sit still, I keep it moving like a drive-by I just tell the truth and so I'm cool in every hood spot 21 years and I ain't ever met a good cop Me and Wayne lean like Kareem doin' hook shots Cover me, I'm goin' in, and buckin' when the hook drop I'm goin' in, I'm goin' in I'm goin' in, I'm goin' in And I'ma go hard, and I'ma go hard And I'ma go hard, and I'ma go hard Bitch I'm goin' in, I'm goin' in I'm goin' in, I'm goin' in And I'ma go hard, and I'ma go hard And I'ma go hard, and I'ma go hard It goes, hold up, wait one motherfuckin' minute It's the El Capitan, I got motherfuckin' lieutenants And if I said "I'm goin' in" then I motherfuckin' meant it And if I brought it in the club then I'ma motherfuckin' spend it Cost a few hundred bands and I'm motherfuckin' in it No need for a room, yeah you know I'm fuckin' in it She actin' like she not, but she know she fuckin' winnin' She said "I seen it all", I say "No you fuckin' didn't" You ever bust ten nuts in a two-seater? She said "I can't feel my legs", I'm like "Bitch, me neither" I'm goin' in, where should I begin? I don't even know, maybe where my blunt ends And I'ma be a legend even when my life end And I'ma be a legend even when this night ends Yeah I do my thang, hop up out it like BEM! Bitch, I said I'm him, so I'm nothin' like them I'm goin' in, I'm goin' in I'm goin' in, I'm goin' in And I'ma go hard, and I'ma go hard And I'ma go hard, and I'ma go hard Bitch I'm goin' in, I'm goin' in I'm goin' in, I'm goin' in And I'ma go hard, and I'ma go hard And I'ma go hard, and I'ma go hard

therapy shit

We had some humps along the way But the reward is in the journey I'm in my bag I left from global tours almost in my peak To have to go and sit down in the clink just to reach The peak again Mad with prison guards turning keys Mad with God why don't he answer me while on my knees I'm in need, I believed Life don't ever turn out how we want but I succeed I hustled a little bit pursuing things which I achieved I told my wife my plan, I also told her she can leave She cried her eyes out then abruptly she disagreed I had to talk in code while giving orders to the streets Executive staff 2 board members they on my team Execute affairs whenever matters get decreed I played by the rule received my slot from out the bean Big General nigga Game literature giver When you stand on nation business This shit come before your children This shit come before your feelings Niggas shoving dick in my lil hoe I took no interest Lost emotions on my last bid, past tense now I'm just pressured Niggas shooting taking shots that don't leave no impression Gates don't partake in folly and I don't get aggressive Hang gliders move inside and if you hear it in pairs Get your brains blowed out Put your feet in the air People under my stairs Cold hearted my stare Buy one hoe unprotected Took some losses no question But we only fear Allah walk anywhere no protection By my father neglected, depression hit I must settle Seeking love out in the slums and got embraced by the ghetto Right leg under took some fire still got traces of metal Upright independent feelings bitch we die it's whatever That case you had it got deferred, you agreed to some telling I lost some fights, I never told, I never fold under pressure Took some time accepted mine go look it up for the record Dead broke while in New Orleans people thought I was balling Rented a black Maserati just for one of my artists When Versace jewelry was hot I was the one who had bought it Put the roof over your head when I had just had a daughter Show me where I hated on you, backstabbed me too often Dealing with the opps while I'm in California recording Put you in a grey Camaro just invoice me I spent it Paid Peppa that little money that we borrowed, remember I stood up for you when they said you was messing with children They say I'm signing sex offenders niggas right in my city I told you fuck 'em just stay focused you gon blow any minute Transition you played hard that's your defense mechanism You still my favorite rapper though you let them turn you against me Your really hurt I see your pain you dissing me cause you miss me Your really hurt I see your pain you dissing me cause you miss me Ain't nobody never loved you like me nigga And you know that When you sit around in a room Remember one thing If you can't be used you useless Big Alsace I been a General

supercut el p remix

In my Supercut of us Supercut, supercut of, supercut of, supercut of us In my head, I play a supercut of us All the magic we gave off All the love we had and lost And in my head, the visions never stop These ribbons wrap me up But when I reach for you, there's just a supercut Supercut, supercut of us Supercut, supercut of us Supercut, supercut of us Supercut, supercut of us In your car, the radio up In your car, the radio up In your car, the supercut of us We keep tryna talk about us Slow motion, I'm watchin' our love In your car, the supercut of, supercut of We is the villains, and there ain't no chillin' Get body bags and the toe tags, yeah Scoundrels in housin', we tore through your town And we reload it and now we back, man Forgiato rollin' on a '96 Impala With a pretty thing, show me where I'm slayin' I ain't playin' with you lames 700 horse in the Hellcat Take ya bitch, where ya at? Dirty, all-black Jeep, 2018 With the clean rhyme rappers on deck, check Came with the bad bars, bully with the big box Shush when the runners on set G-G-Give it up, you don't got a bit of luck left Nah, not even a itty bit of fresh (Good lord) Fall on your sword for the crime abhorrent That's your reward for the mindless whorin' This for everybody that hated Michael and Jamie, we made it Every debt due, we paid it My cadence is heinous You keep tryna play us, and you gon' be famous And just like the top on my '75 drop I'm just hittin' a button and you gon' be brainless And that's from the back of a 'lac where I'm smokin' the sack Wit' my girl, watchin' seasons of Shameless There's no manual, Run The Jewels publish shit annual Every minute I'm in it, I'm runnin' a clinic Wild animal, livin' like a Fine Young Cannibal Citizen of cynics, admit it, the kid get it Earth's a hot block, the pot get chop chopped You walk and watch blocks my heart should pop off The hot rocks shooters will knock your whole op off That's why I don't got tocks on the clock to rock soft So I fall into continents and cars All the stages and the stars I turn all of it to just a su- Supercut, supercut of us Supercut, supercut of us Supercut, supercut of us Supercut, supercut of, supercut of, super, super

bang bang

(Gudda Gudda) Yeah Yeah Yeah Okay I'm Ridin' down the street You can hear me coming Knocking pictures off the wall 808 Bumpin' And it go Bang! And it go Bang! And it go Bang! And it go Bang! Bang! Coming down the block Trunk still Wavin' And the Speakers bout to pop Got the amplifiers blazin' And it go Bang! And it go Bang! And it go Bang! And it go Bang! Bang! Yeah okay Top notched nigga, money in my pocket Shoulder strap choppa, bitch don't make me throw a rocket I'mma Young Money nigga Pockets on Ruben Studdard, I don't Stutter But yo Bitch Ch-Ch-Chosen I heard they was sleepin' on me I'mma wake 'em while they snoozin' Got the top back, 808 bangin' while I'm cruisin' I get money bitch, what you doing? All my dreams I am pursuing Thinking winning, neva' Losing Wearing red, but I'mma bruise em ugh! Money talks nigga, bullshit run a marathon Pissy yellow bracelet with the Bugs Bunny carrots on Louis V wallet with the Louis V carry on All black mask, bitch I get my Jim Carry on Okay I'm Ridin' down the street You can hear me coming Knocking pictures off the wall 808 Bumpin' And it go Bang! And it go Bang! And it go Bang! And it go Bang! Bang! Coming down the block Trunk still Wavin' And the Speakers bout to pop Got the amplifiers blazin' And it go Bang! And it go Bang! And it go Bang! And it go Bang! Bang! Yeah okay Im just getting money, you can get the Fuck I got 5 bad bitches we gon' pile em' in truck And we fuck 'em, neva' love 'em Call me Donald ,cause I duck 'em All these bitches want is money, but from me these hoes get nothing I am something out the ordinary Call me extraordinary Money on top of money I'm stackin, bitch, the more the merri' Bitch I got the hardest bars Watch is called an Audemar Whip look like a UFO I can take ya call tomorrow It's martian music, me and you ain't nothing like the same type Take yo girl and knock her down and give her back the same night You is such a lame type Better get your change right Like 8-Ball, MJ pimp tight game right Okay I'm Ridin' down the street You can hear me coming Knocking pictures off the wall 808 Bumpin' And it go Bang! And it go Bang! And it go Bang! And it go Bang! Bang! Coming down the block Trunk still Wavin' And the Speakers bout to pop Got the amplifiers blazin' And it go Bang! And it go Bang! And it go Bang! And it go Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! I shoot first, then aim Two or more white cups bitch we the gang If me and Gudda with yo dame Man, it's a Train Chu-Chu! Tires wider than Bruce Bruce I keep the tool on me baby; I got screws loose I'm in my old school new paint new day All I got is pussy rappers on my food chain 2 Chainz I got on is two pinky rings Two bitches with me, I need two dingalings Two G's printed on my shoes and my jeans Im making noise they can hear me bumpin' over seas Okay I'm Ridin' down the street You can hear me coming Knocking pictures off the wall 808 Bumpin' And it go Bang! And it go Bang! And it go Bang! And it go Bang! Bang! Coming down the block Trunk still Wavin' And the Speakers bout to pop Got the amplifiers blazin' And it go Bang! And it go Bang! And it go Bang! And it go Bang! Bang!

used to verse

I ain't felt the pressure in a little while It's gonna take some getting used to Floatin' all through the city with the windows down Puttin' on like I used to They never told me when you get the crown It's gon' take some getting used to New friends all in their old feelings now They don't love you like they used to man Man that shit you talking raising my sodium When I step to the podium Like they bringing the trophy in They like "Aww, there he go again" I do what I got to do to ride up in that European I knew back when I was playing Little League down at Bobian That, that boy had that glow like he ran off with plutonium Back when I had a crush on every girl on Nickelodeon Man I knew I had to be in and out of Fallopian Bank accounts at Wachovia I can't be no custodian Just imagine how the drama felt Imagine how my momma felt Swimming in the debt boy I was hungrier than ever Ya this must be how piranhas felt I had to put my G-Shock back on just to go remind myself When we needed all kind of help Back when we was all alone on our own Now they on my phone brrrr Sean Don Corleone Fuck every OG who passed up on my and put me on a song Except for Ye so I'm forever repping foot up on the throne You was popping back when I was wearing pow chains Now you back at home, how mane? Whole squad come together killing shit like the Power Rangers I stay in tune and out of danger Lady on the way Mercedes on the way Album on the way Rapping like I got a baby on the way I'm like Baby with the pay Pay me when? Today Bitch it’s do or die, seven days a week and holidays Ho ass bitch I ain't felt the pressure in a little while It's gonna take some getting used to Floatin' all through the city with the windows down Puttin' on like I used to They never told me when you get the crown It's gon' take some getting used to New friends all in their old feelings now They don't love you like they used to man

serial killer

Wish I may, wish I might Find my one true love tonight Do you think that he could be you? If I pray really tight Get into a fake bar fight While I'm walking down the avenue If I lay really quiet I know that what I do isn't right I can't stop what I love to do So I murder love in the night Watching them fall one by one, they fight Did you think you'll love me too? Baby, I'm a sociopath Sweet serial killer On the warpath 'Cause I love you just a little too much I love you just a little too much (much, much) You can see me drinking Cherry Cola Sweet serial killer I left a love note Said, you know I love the thrill of the rush You know I love the thrill of the rush (You send me right to heaven) Sweet serial killer (I guess I'll see him over) Do it for the thrill of it all Love you just a little too much, much (You send me right to heaven) Sweet serial killer (I guess I'll see him over) I love you just a little too much Love you just a little too much, much My black fire's burning bright Maybe I'll go out tonight We can paint the town in blue I'm so hot, I ignite Dancing in the dark and I shine Like a light, I'm luring you Sneak up on you really quiet Whisper, "Am I what your heart desires?" I can be your ingenue Keep you safe and inspired Baby, let your fantasies unwind We can do what you want to do Baby, I'm a sociopath Sweet serial killer On the warpath 'Cause I love you just a little too much I love you just a little too much (much, much) You can see me drinking Cherry Cola Sweet serial killer I left a love note Said, you know I love the thrill of the rush You know I love the thrill of the rush (rush, rush) (You send me right to heaven) Sweet serial killer (I guess I'll see him over) Do it for the thrill of it all Love you just a little too much, much (You send me right to heaven) Sweet serial killer (I guess I'll see him over) I love you just a little too much Love you just a little too much, much Just have fun (Wanna play you like a Gameboy) I don't want one (What's the thrill of the same toy?) La-la, la-la, la, la-la, la-la, lie down, down Just have fun (Wanna play you like a Gameboy) I don't want one (What's the thrill of the same toy?) La-la, la-la, la, la-la, la-la, lie down, down Oh! You can see me drinking Cherry Cola Sweet serial killer I left a love note Said, you know I love the thrill of the rush You know I love the thrill of the rush (You send me right to heaven) Sweet serial killer (I guess I'll see him over) Do it for the thrill of it all Love you just a little too much, much (You send me right to heaven) Sweet serial killer (I guess I'll see him over) I love you just a little too much Love you just a little too much, much

use me

You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, oh Tools, tools, I give you tools I give you tools, tools I give you tools, ooh These tools are for you to use These tools are for you to use me Oooh, use me, what you want me for Use me Oooh, use me, what you want me for Use me Yeah, oh, use me, ooh-ooh Use me what you want me for Yes to the tights that you like, they are see-through Guess you can rock those even when I don't see you Who piss you off, baby? Tell me, what he do? I'll call your ex if you really want me to I'll grab your whip and take it back to Chi-Town When I'm in Chi-Town, I treat it like it's my town I'll scoop your son up from your baby daddy From this point on you don't have to deal with your past You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, oh Just so you know, I need you to know how to use me Any way, you can Thousand karats on my hand, 'bout to get xanned out I can always lean on these bands when niggas is not around I got an AK on my shoulder, my trigger finger hot I feel like Pink Floyd with the lean out I feel like Pretty Boy, Money Team out Kissin' on the water with my chains out My life is more effective than a cocaine drought Cause I was trappin' at Grandma's house when I came out I said "Fuck the streets" and made my own lane now When you get high enough, you can dodge raindrops But tell your momma and your daddy you in a gang now You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, oh Just so you know, I need you to know how to use me Tell me what you're usin' me for Use me to make me better Oh, yeah you can use me Use me, then use me Then you better, then you better Use me Use me.... Use me....

slurpin

I don't like girls who always in the lime light I don't like girls who think that I rhyme tight (nah) I don't like girls who tryin' to be in my life (fuck that) Let me tell you the kind of girls that I like I like girls who like slurpin' (slurpin') I like girls who like slurpin' (slurpin') I like the ones who like slurpin' (slurpin') 'Cause I like girls who like slurpin' Work it when you slurp it, make sure that you jerk it And swallow it and then burp it, once it has been inserted Maybe I will give you a pat on the back if it is worth it (thanks) Stick this sword inside your mouth like it was a circus I wanna Slurpee and sticky when you get jiggy with licking me physically it will be like a paradise (dise) While you doing that you can put my scrotum inside of your palm and maybe play with them like their a pair of dice (dice) That'll be nice to have every night I'm sure that I'd be walking around with a happier life Girl come over here snack on my pipe (But I want chicken) Bitch beef stick is what you're having aight now shut up So don't be trying to fight it, open your mouth and let me slide it inside it, but don't be trying to bite it Or we'll be fighting tonight and then you'll be crying and trying to call the ambulance sirens and I'll just say that you lying (Ha!) I don't like girls who always in the lime light I don't like girls who think that I rhyme tight I don't like girls who tryin' to be in my life Let me tell you the kind of girls that I like I like girls who like slurpin' (slurpin') I like girls who like slurpin' (slurpin') I like the ones who like slurpin' (slurpin') 'Cause I like girls who like slurpin' Slurp it like you about to finish a soda And keep on doing it through out the night until it is over Just don't shake it up a lot or else the fizz will get on ya Here, my soda is so delicious isn't it Sonya Oh yes it is, a matter of fact, you can have the rest of it Let your lips just caress it, and rest against it it's heaven biotch And you can keep your mouth open 24 hours seven days out the week like your ass was 7-Eleven biotch My shit is alright, full of caffeine keep you up all night Make your life all bright Don't know what you heard, shit You feeling thirsty, you can get first dibs 'cause baby girl you deserve this More than anyone slurp it soon as your Henny's done When your done you can try some of the little homies when he comes Just sip it up like he don't give a fuck don't be giving up Then I will zip it up, when you want more you can hit me up I don't like girls who always in the lime light I don't like girls who think that I rhyme tight I don't like girls who tryin' to be in my life Let me tell you the kind of girls that I like I like girls who like slurpin' (slurpin') I like girls who like slurpin' (slurpin') I like the ones who like slurpin' (slurpin') 'Cause I like girls who like slurpin' Just like Clinton does, sure that every nigga does She don't want to do it then give her something to get her buzzed Now it's on, "Hey can I try some?" Hell nah, that's how these niggas get pounded on Homie, only for women who love sippin' and lickin' and ticklin' and jigglin a big one up in ‘em that's not for boys man And don't be stepping to be, or you will definitely be resting in peace if your swinging that way, I ain't your boyfriend Girls, you ain't got to get all greedy with each other trying to throw it down 'Cause there is enough Slurpee to go around Got brains? Use them, I got enough to give you some, you some, you some, you some I hope I didn't leave anyone out And if I did put here stick this straw end up in your mouth It's so tasty baby isn't it? I don't see how any women out there could get sick of it (Nope!) I don't like girls who always in the lime light I don't like girls who think that I rhyme tight I don't like girls who tryin' to be in my life Let me tell you the kind of girls that I like I like girls who like slurpin' (slurpin') I like girls who like slurpin' (slurpin') I like the ones who like slurpin' (slurpin') 'Cause I like girls who like slurpin'

drop it like its hot

Snoop Snoop When the pimp's in the crib, ma Drop it like it's hot, drop it like it's hot, drop it like it's hot When the pigs try to get at you Park it like it's hot, park it like it's hot, park it like it's hot And if a nigga get a attitude Pop it like it's hot, pop it like it's hot, pop it like it's hot I got the Rolly on my arm, and I'm pourin' Chandon And I roll the best weed ‘cause I got it goin' on I'm a nice dude, with some nice dreams See these ice cubes? See these Ice Creams? Eligible bachelor, million dollar boat That's whiter than what's spillin' down your throat The Phantom, exterior like fish eggs The interior like suicide wrist red I can exercise you, this can be your Phys. Ed Cheat on your man, ma, that's how you get ahizzead Killer with the beat, I know killers in the street With the steel that'll make you feel like Chinchilla in the heat So don't try to run up on my ear Talkin' all that raspy shit, tryin' to ask me shit When my niggas fill your vest they ain't gon' pass me shit You should think about it, take a second (Ding) Matter fact, you should take four, b And think before you fuck with lil Skateboard P When the pimp's in the crib, ma Drop it like it's hot, drop it like it's hot, drop it like it's hot When the pigs try to get at you Park it like it's hot, park it like it's hot, park it like it's hot And if a nigga get a attitude Pop it like it's hot, pop it like it's hot, pop it like it's hot I got the Rolly on my arm, and I'm pourin' Chandon And I roll the best weed ‘cause I got it goin' on I'm a gangsta, but y'all knew that Da Big Boss Dogg, yeah I had to do that I keep a blue flag hangin' out my backside But only on the left side, yeah, that's the Crip side Ain't no other way to play the game the way I play I cut so much you thought I was a DJ "Two, one, yep, three!" S-N double O-P, D-O double G I can't fake it, just break it, and when I take it See, I specialize in makin' all the girls get naked So bring your friends, all of y'all come inside We got a world premiere right here, now get live! So don't change the dizzle, turn it up a little I got a livin' room full of fine dime brizzles Waitin' on the Pizzle, the Dizzle and the Chizzle G's to the bizzack—now, ladies, here we gizzo! When the pimp's in the crib, ma Drop it like it's hot, drop it like it's hot, drop it like it's hot When the pigs try to get at you Park it like it's hot, park it like it's hot, park it like it's hot And if a nigga get a attitude Pop it like it's hot, pop it like it's hot, pop it like it's hot I got the Rolly on my arm, and I'm pourin' Chandon And I roll the best weed ‘cause I got it goin' on I'm a bad boy, with a lot of hoes Drive my own cars, and wear my own clothes I hang out tough, I'm a real boss Big Snoop Dogg, yeah he's so sharp On the TV screen and in the magazines If you play me close, you're on a red beam Oh you got a gun, so you wanna pop back? AK-47 now, nigga, stop that! Cement shoes, now I'm on the move Your family's cryin', now you on the news They can't find you, and now they miss you Must I remind you, I'm only here to twist you Pistol-whip you, dip you, then flip you Then dance to this mothafuckin' music we Crip to Subscribe, nigga, get your issue Baby, come close, let me see how you get loose! When the pimp's in the crib, ma Drop it like it's hot, drop it like it's hot, drop it like it's hot When the pigs try to get at you Park it like it's hot, park it like it's hot, park it like it's hot And if a nigga get a attitude Pop it like it's hot, pop it like it's hot, pop it like it's hot I got the Rolly on my arm, and I'm pourin' Chandon And I roll the best weed ‘cause I got it goin' on Snoop Snoop

lil boat tracklist cover art

Tracklist:1. Intro (Just Keep Swimming) 2. Wanna Be Us ft. Burberry Perry 3. Minnesota Remix ft. Quavo, Skippa Da Flippa & Young Thug 4. Not My Bro 5. Interlude 6. Good Day ft. Skippa Da Flippa 7. Up Next 2 ft. BIGBRUTHACHUBBA & Byou 8. Run/Running 9. Never Switch 10. 1Night (Extended) 11. Out Late 12. Fucked Over 13. I'm Sorry ft. Burberry Perry 14. We Did It "Positivity Song" (Outro) Front Cover: Back Cover: "

easily

Easily let's get carried away Easily let's get married today Shao Lin shouted a rose from his throat Everything must go A licking stick is thicker when you break it to show Everything must go The story of a woman on the morning of a war Remind me, if you will, exactly what we're fighting for Calling and calling for something in the air Calling and calling I know you must be there Easily let's get caught in a wave Easily we won't get caught in a cage Shao Lin shakin' for the sake of his soul Everything must go Lookin' mighty tired of all the things that you own Everything must go I can't tell you who to idolize You think it's almost over but it's only on the rise Calling, calling, from something in the air Calling, calling, I know you must be there The story of a woman on the morning of a war Remind me, if you will, exactly what we're fighting for Throw me to the wolves because there's order in the pack Throw me to the sky because I know I'm coming back Shao Lin shakin' for the sake of his soul Everything must go Lookin' mighty tired of all the things that you own Everything must go The story of a woman on the morning of a war Remind me, if you will, exactly what we're fighting for Calling and calling for something in the air Calling and calling I know you must be there I don't want to be your little research monkey boy The creature that I am is only going to destroy Throw me to the wolves because there's order in the pack Throw me to the sky because I know you're coming back

come get me

And as a special treat this evening I have asked America's foremost young poet To read his latest poem for us "Ladies and gentlemen.." "Na-Na-Na-Nastradamus" "Everybody watch him" "Ladies and gentlemen.." "Na-Na-Na-Nastradamus" "We-we-we came a long way" "Ladies and gentlemen.." "Na-Na-Na-Nastradamus" "Everybody watch him" "Ladies and gentlemen.." "Na-Na-Na-Nastradamus"* Yo.. Yo.. yo.. Power and crime, the thugs slinging powder and dimes Twenties of D, is yo' niggas wilder than mine? My niggas bust nines, puff lye and stick up cowards For they shine, you resist, then you push up flowers I'm like Luca Brasi, Vito's best hit-man That's "Godfather" shit, back seat, next lit plans Revolvers spit, I'm too tough to bargain with And you don't want the God to pull up the cars that's sick Arms and wrists is lit up, Queensbridge Kings Plaques, awards, applause when I do my thing Streets is black as midnight, the concrete gray With stains of blood and germ and piss all day Come on the ave, get sized up, plus appraised Duck and pray that my guns don't bust your way Niggas with names, living off reputation Sometimes gotta remind you ain't nothing changing "Ladies and gentlemen.." "Na-Na-Na-Nastradamus" "Everybody watch him"} If you ill come get me, 'cause I ain't running If your gun's off the hook then we'll both be gunning Come get me if you real, 'cause I ain't scared It's all fair in love and war and I'm well prepared If you ill come get me, 'cause I ain't running If your gun's off the hook then we'll both be gunning Come get me if you real, 'cause I ain't scared It's all fair in love we can take it there You don't like me clown? Now you wanna take me down? If I bring my face around, you gon' do what? You butt Your crew knew I blew up, I been shining - baseball diamonds Dick rings for your chicklings Niggas know what my nine pearl handle's about Fuck you say girlie mouth? Get it krunk like the Dirty South And I know you see me flossed out, multi-milli-i Hear your bitch talk about me, you give her the cold eye? Girls dig you, imagine what she feel for me? You make hot songs, but she know you steal from me Who ill as me? I wild on haters in album three Next level - I take y'all niggas to 3-D Can't find a nigga shook from Queens I'll be with the most grimy killers (what nigga) and they all look clean Who put bombs underneath cars, if you want beef then start Your next stop is to the graveyard If you ill come get me, 'cause I ain't running If your gun's off the hook then we'll both be gunning Come get me if you real, 'cause I ain't scared It's all fair in love and war and I'm well prepared If you ill come get me, 'cause I ain't running If your gun's off the hook then we'll both be gunning Come get me if you real, 'cause I ain't scared It's all fair in love we can take it there You too feminine to kill again, jail got you soft You talk but you scared to go back up North Keep your face twisted, but you don't really want nothing Talk a bunch of shit motherfucker and stop fronting You don't wanna flip again, and sell drugs again Be on the run again, catch you at the Comfort Inn Shoot up your door, bust in on you and your whore Put y'all in bags, clean the blood off of the floor So play tough, I want y'all to get out of line I got nines, every color shape and design I sent killers every race to put one in your spine Two in your ear, get your crew, who do I fear? Nobody never get involved and none of 'em dying I think like you do, roll with about two irons Catch me flying, high in the aircraft wining - and dining, you die, then we laugh, you bitch-ass The rich ass, they gauze up, your stab wounds While I'm getting head, in a Lear jet, bathroom With all my goons, all my ice, and suitcases Full of paper, not money it's bank statements The Illmatic that explains how we rock Yachts and co-ops, we buy the hood and sell you a block If you ill come get me, 'cause I ain't running If your gun's off the hook then we'll both be gunning Come get me if you real, 'cause I ain't scared It's all fair in love and war and I'm well prepared If you ill come get me, 'cause I ain't running If your gun's off the hook then we'll both be gunning Come get me if you real, 'cause I ain't scared It's all fair in love we can take it there {*scratching by DJ Premier*} "Ladies and gentlemen.." "Na-Na-Na-Nastradamus" "Everybody watch him" "Ladies and gentlemen.." "Na-Na-Na-Nastradamus" "We-we-we came a long way" "Ladies and gentlemen.." "Na-Na-Na-Nastradamus" "Everybody watch him" "Ladies and gentlemen.." "Na-Na-Na-Nastradamus"*} {*scratching by DJ Premier*} "Ladies and gentlemen.." "Ladies and gentlemen.." {"Hydro Drops" weed skit follows}

lust

I need some water, somethin' came over me Way too hot to simmer down might as well overheat Too close to comfort, as blood rush my favorite vein Heartbeat racin' like a junkie's, I just need you to want me Am I askin' too much? Let me put the head in Ooh, I don't want more than that, girl, I respect the cat I promise just a touch, let me put the head in If it's okay, she said, "It's okay" Yeah, I need everybody's motherfuckin' hands up right now I need everybody's motherfuckin'— Door and his Nike Air Rattles Rush the fire exit, no time for battles Well I, I never expected This that new shit This that new, new shit Wake up in the mornin', thinkin' 'bout money, kick your feet up Watch you a comedy, take a shit, then roll some weed up Go hit you a lick, go fuck on a bitch Don't go to work today, cop you a fit Or maybe some kicks and make you— Door and his Nike Air Rattles Rush the fire exit, no time for battles Well I, I never expected Wake up in the mornin', thinkin' 'bout money, kick your feet up Watch you a comedy—hol' up! Wake up in the mornin', thinkin' 'bout money, kick your feet up Watch you a comedy, take a shit, then roll some weed up Go hit you a lick, go fuck on a bitch, don't go to work today Cop you a fit or maybe some kicks and make it work today Hang with the homies, stunt on your baby mama Sip some lean, go get a pistol, shoot out the window Bet your favorite team, play you some Madden Go to the club or your mama house Whatever you doin', just make it count (I need some water) Wake up in the mornin', thinkin' 'bout money, kick your feet up Hop in the shower, put on your makeup, lace your weave up Touch on yourself, call up your nigga, tell him he ain't shit Credit card scam, get you a Visa, make it pay your rent Hop on the 'Gram, flex on the bitches that be hatin' on you Pop you a pill, call up your bitches, have 'em waitin' on you Go to the club, have you some fun, make that ass bounce It's whatever, just make it count I need some water, somethin' came over me Way too hot to simmer down might as well overheat Too close to comfort, as blood rush my favorite vein Heartbeat racin' like a junkie's, I just need you to want me Am I askin' too much? Let me put the head in Ooh, I don't want more than that, girl, I respect the cat I promise just a touch, let me put the head in If it's okay, she said, "It's okay" I wake in the mornin', my head spinnin' from the last night Both in a trance, feelings are dead—what a fast life! Manager called, the lobby call is 11:30 Did this before, promised myself I'd be a hour early Room full of clothes, bag full of money: call it loose change Fumbled my jewelry, 100k, I lost a new chain Hop on the bird, hit the next city for another M Take me a nap and do it again We all woke up, tryna tune to the daily news Lookin' for confirmation, hopin' election wasn't true All of us worried, all of us buried, and our feelings deep None of us married to his proposal, make us feel cheap Still and sad, distraught and mad, tell the neighbor 'bout it Bet they agree, parade the streets with your voice proudly Time passin', things change Revertin' back to our daily programs, stuck in our ways Lust Lately, I feel like I been lustin' over the fame Lately, we lust on the same routine of shame Lately, lately, lately, my lust been heightened (Lately) Lately, it's all contradiction Lately, I'm not here Lately, I lust over self Lust turn into fear Lately, in James 4:4 says Friend of the world is enemy of the Lord Brace yourself, lust is all yours I need some water, somethin' came over me Way too hot to simmer down might as well overheat Too close to comfort, as blood rush my favorite vein Heartbeat racin' like a junkie's, I just need you to want me Am I askin' too much? Let me put the head in Ooh, I don't want more than that, girl, I respect the cat I promise just a touch, let me put the head in If it's okay, she said, "It's okay"

easy intro

Sick boys don't die, they fresh to death My shoes bright blue, so you watch my step My hoody hot pink with the hat to match So you ain't gotta know where my paper at Pop tags cause I'm filthy, apes can bathe me My home is the dirty but I shine like crazy My hat tag up and it hang off slightly My game 8-bit so you niggas can bite me Nike like me cause my life is great I'm married to the game, we should consummate Brand new hoodies the color of light sabers My name ain't Luke, but that dude date Leias With fly ass sneakers Bump them speakers Pump this groove 'til your ear start bleedin' White girls shake it 'til the black dudes notice Black girls shake it so you can regain focus Swag it out, swag it out Swag it out, swag it out Swag it out, swag it out Swag it out, swag it out Swag it out, swag it out Swag it out, swag it out Swag it out, swag it out Swag it out, swag it out Let's get one thing straight, I'm no average rapper Born in SoCal, then I hit Atlanta Then to New York, I'm an army brat And I learn new things all across the map In Cali, I was small taught need to be strong And Atlanta had the hawk so I learned how to ball New York had Starks on the New York Knicks So when they came around I had my first round pick And now I'm so sick that they call me Ebola Sick girls all on my pole like totem Life is a gamble, your boy done told 'em Play your cards right like it's Texas hold 'em Bounce dem shoulders, go ahead Bankhead I can do it better even though I'm Stone Mountain Georgia's on my mind, but I live in New York So I got Southern Drawl and I limp when I walk They used to say a nigga lame when I started to rap No them fake fuck niggas askin' me for a track Pokin' me on Facebook tryin' to be my friend Nigga, you get your face took you ask me one more 'gain I'm a genius, why they call the shit G-mail man This is my space nigga, you can't make top ten Swag it out, swag it out Swag it out, swag it out Swag it out, swag it out Swag it out, swag it out Swag it out, swag it out Swag it out, swag it out Swag it out, swag it out Swag it out, swag it out

could you turn off your cell phone

방탄소년단의 핸드폰 좀 꺼줄래 가사 핸드폰 좀 꺼줄래 모두가 스마트하다지만 우린 점점 멍청해지잖아 핸드폰 좀 꺼줄래 얼굴 보고 멘션 날려 좋아요는 난 필요 없어 화장실 간단 말까지 넌 폰으로 해 그리곤 센스 있다는 듯 살짜쿵 웃네 난 전혀 안 웃겨 몇 달 만에 본 너 왜 급 인기남인 척? 로또라도 맞았어? 로또라니 정신 차려 새 폰으로 바꿨잖아 친구 정보화 시대야 알다시피 대한민국 인구 절반 이상이 스마트한 21세기 얼굴 보고 얘기하는 건 한물간 먼 나라 얘기 오랜만에 만났으면서 왜 또 그렇게 싸워? 폰? 일단 밥 한 끼가 우리다워 여자친구는 있냐? 니 새 폰이 아까워 군대 간 영수처럼..’은 싫다 이뤄져라 마법 어디 갈래? 아 나 저기 갈래 여기가 제일 핫스팟 같애 밥 먹고는 뭐해 우리 식상한 PC방은 그만 아니 근데, 그 사람이 말할 때는 좀.. 핸드폰 좀 꺼줄래 모두가 스마트하다지만 우린 점점 멍청해지잖아 핸드폰 좀 꺼줄래 얼굴 보고 멘션 날려 좋아요는 난 필요 없어 밀어서 잠금 해제 밀어서 잠금 해제 미웠어 너의 (탁) 미웠어 너의 (쉬웅~!) 밀어서 잠금 해제 밀어서 잠금 해제 눌러줘 너의 (찰칵 찰칵) 눌러줘 너의 (찰칵) 음식을 눈으로 먹냐 여자애들처럼 사진 좀 찍지 마라 내 입맛 떨어져 또 업뎃하기 바쁘겠지 얼굴책 아님 짹짹이에 인생은 3D야 내 얼굴 보고 짹짹대 짹짹대 넌 tap tap 하며 켁켁대 밥알 튀어 그 놈의 핸드폰으로 백백 대 맞아야지 정신 좀 들겠냐 니 배터리 없을 때 우린 충전돼 있겠냐 핸드폰 좀 꺼줄래 아니면 주머니에 넣어줄래 요즘 모두가 스마트해졌다 하지만 시대는 좋아졌지만 두 배로 서두르네 가끔 그리워 서로 얼굴보고 얘기 나눠대던 그때가 소통은 많아졌지만 우리들 사이엔 시끄러운 침묵만 핸드폰 좀 꺼줄래 모두가 스마트하다지만 우린 점점 멍청해지잖아 핸드폰 좀 꺼줄래 얼굴 보고 멘션 날려 좋아요는 난 필요 없어 메세지도 셀카도 난 다 필요 없는 걸 난 핸드폰도 음식도 아닌 널 보러 온 걸 야 이건 좀 아니야 우리가 어떤 사이야 웃기만 해도 행복했잖아 핸드폰 좀 꺼줄래 모두가 스마트하다지만 우린 점점 멍청해지잖아 핸드폰 좀 꺼줄래 얼굴 보고 멘션 날려 좋아요는 난 필요 없어 밀어서 잠금 해제 밀어서 잠금 해제 미웠어 너의 (탁) 미웠어 너의 (쉬웅~!) 밀어서 잠금 해제 밀어서 잠금 해제 눌러줘 너의 (찰칵 찰칵) 눌러줘 너의 (찰칵)

rick rubin

Ouu, got four bitches on the Molly (ouu) Ouu, Lil Pump Ouu, ouu, yeah, ouu That's it right there, Gnealz Ouu, ouu, yeah Ouu, ouu, yeah, ouu Got four bitches on the Molly, ooh Got five bitches on the addy', ooh Got four bitches on the Molly, ooh Got five bitches on the addy', ooh Hundred on my wrist, Rick Rubin, ooh Hundred on my wrist, Rick Rubin, ooh Hundred on my wrist, Rick Rubin, ooh Hundred on my wrist, Rick Rubin, ooh Got four bitches on the Molly, ooh Got five bitches on the addy', ooh Got four bitches on the Molly, ooh Got five bitches on the addy', ooh Hundred on my wrist, Rick Rubin, ooh Hundred on my wrist, Rick Rubin, ooh Hundred on my wrist, Rick Rubin, ooh Hundred on my wrist, Rick Rubin, ooh Damn, pop 4 Xans in the back Damn, 100 on my wrist, still mad Damn, I just changed my life, ouu I just fucked your wife, ouu And it took one night, ouu Then I took a flight, ouu Lil Pump love that 'hardt, ouu Lil Pump love that...

catacomb kids

I was a dark, dumb student, no hooky rookie Day tripping on visions of chickens that look like R. Crumb drew em They grew em in a royal dirt of Suffolk County's Flooring with the blood of an alcoholic clergyman in his forearms Long Island was porn stars and puppies pushing sniffles Fit into the aforementioned or slipped through the pinholes Zook slipped through the pinholes Crispy the God sender Who thunk over a quarter plunk to local Mortal Kom vender Both the formal squad censor, look down Either side across the marsh before it was awesome cars My calling card cavalry cooking an '85 Dodge Ares Gas for Huntington and back barely Equipped with Super-Soakers full of piss And an uncanny knack for constantly upsetting pigs by doing stupid shit The kid piloted his ring king dummies to King Kullen Where he hollered fuck the world from a parking lot in the suburbs What's this A couple spray cans and a little litter But they'd look at us like swindlers with them Ricky Kasso jitters So fuck em, a glutton sunk into the alley for props But things will still go bump when them halogens pop Believe I'll be there when it happens The shaking of the plates off the mantle The snaking of the flames off the candle The lady of the lake off the answers Admitting the mistakes to their deplaning cadavers Now it's rest in peace Will Peterson whose heater sung disturbingly to Further re-evaluate your beast of burden's urgency Damn doggy, good times, thanks I wrote your name in wet cement by the Brooklyn Banks What's this I'm an activator Made a fire, made a wheel, made a snack for later Catacomb kids cuddle up and test the flavor When the towns speed freaks sleep Trap the traitor, he will ask for papers What's this Say I'm an activator Made a roof, made a weapon, made a flag per acre By the snotty little muzzle of a latch-key neighbor When the folk push aggie over some dap with gators He will catch the vapors Couple Playboy mudflaps and hell on his heels Beautifully echoed in the pace at which he shovel his meals Like not a farmer among us had a harvest survive the winter So dinner split a lima bean in triplets, pick a winner Took a couple summers puking pills behind the dumpster As the largest Pez dispenser on record recouped his numbers One shoe in the soupy gutter One shoe in the velvet heaven Where the mermaids told him shake em by the lake of melted weapons What's this You could dance purty with the hooligan nation Who will be patiently awaiting zoo-keeper facelift Extra the days of yore painted similar uber-ape shit We've merely updated the ancient 8-bit Yeah I'm dumber than a cow on a roof in a flood Who's not as dumb as the watered-down beef from the burgers that jumped I'm dumber than a Taz on a beach chair with a martini Who's not as dumb as the tat wit the same scenery What's this Sparky nails pig stigmata for all good sport Garbage pail kids unite at the mall food court They chase cheese fries with Binaca They had shut the school down early There were bombs inside the lockers No concept of the problem We responded like a snow day It was clobber shit to flotsam Til the cops said it was okay Okay show the squadrons back into their boxes Like his Breakfast Club of hotheads show no progress to the doctors And I walk into the office, coughing awful ether often Flood a parking meter fever, knuckle up for Love and Rockets It was reign of the razor laser Day of the cloudy howdy Flight of the shelter melter You can bow without me What's this Watch me jump What's this Knock em out the box, Aes

not invited

Of course I'ma stunt Of course I'ma stunt Of course I'ma stunt Of course I'ma stunt All of my hoes is exotic None of your hoes is invited All of my hoes is exotic None of your hoes is invited All of my hoes is exotic None of your hoes is invited I don't have to front I park in the front with the trunk in the front Make me a profit a month Whether I get it or don't I'ma go hard, I'ma stunt I'm puttin' gas in the joint I'm puttin' oil in the blunt I do this shit for the Park I do this shit for the Point I do this shit for the 'Vard I do this shit cause you boring I am the man in this muthafucka I got them bandz in this muthafucka You know what I'm sayin', hand full of Xans Nigga not playin' in this muthafucka Put me a deuce in a Brisk tea Couple of chains on the Crims tee Tell me how I met a bitch one time and she talkin' 'bout she miss me All of my hoes is exotic None of your hoes is invited All of my hoes is exotic None of your hoes is invited All of my hoes is exotic None of your hoes is invited All of my hoes is exotic None of your hoes is invited She fell in love with the Percocet She like the one with a ten on it She like the Benz with the fins on it She like the Benz with the lens on it She like the Benz with the rims on it And my turbo got them twins on 'em All of my partners got bandz on 'em So tell me what the fuck you sayin' huh? You exotic baby, you special Go and send me some nude pictures You so fine, it's a damn crime, you gon' end up on a news special You exotic baby, I'm fuckin' with you You exotic baby, I'm workin' with you And I'm smokin' on exotic Got Chanel on her body Might meet her in the lobby, used the earth as my ashtray "Give a fuck" is my last name, "I don't" is my first This for my ones, like November first Walk around with two cups, like I'm always thirsty All of my hoes is exotic None of your hoes is invited All of my hoes is exotic None of your hoes is invited All of my hoes is exotic None of your hoes is invited All of my hoes is exotic (None of your hoes. none of your hoes) None of your hoes is invited None of your hoes, none of your hoes None of your hoes, none of your hoes None of your hoes, none of your hoes Ain't none of your hoes, none of your hoes Ain't none of your hoes, none of your hoes None of your hoes, none of your hoes None of your hoes, none of your hoes They can't get in, they can't get in Yeah, It's a real nigga party It's a real bitches party See that vibe right here, you dig? Thousand dollar shoes on your sofa My other trap nigga watchin' Oprah My other trap nigga watchin' Ricki Lake I'm a trap nigga servin' shake and bake I'm a trap nigga, serve you shake and bake We in the back of the bando Ammo like "Commando" Pit bark in the front yard Ain't no key for the top part I'm allergic to cop cars All these F's on my rims, fuck report cards Reporting live straight from College Park

7 deadly sins

Gluttony, baby To me, it's what I see Gluttony, baby Is us, it's hard to see It's knocking Gluttony, baby To me, it's what I see Man, they gon', they gon' Man they gon' knock this And ride out to this It sit deep in my chest, so let me express Grew up on 868, oh, y’all don’t need the address It was ‘round CVS, we were so devious The city never sleeps, it be needing some rest The streets was a mess, and they still are Feel our pain, the bigger picture, we was all framed But the game is the game, so let it begin In these streets, these are the seven deadly sins Now, the first is pride, though some call it vanity A hustler's insanity can break up the family Pride can have a man stuck in his ways, not subject to change Knowing that he'll end up in a grave It's the arrogance, they say, in us Americans Messes up marriages, many sins, pride is parenting Like the second is something we all have Or felt, than Cain or Khan, it's called wrath I seen a boss take it out on his staff Seen a crip take it out on a blood, causing a bath Never seen a man making money while he mad So hustle plus wrath? Y'all do the math Now the third, you probably heard from MOP They say use them rocks to make 'em envy Envy, the cousin of jealousy, on the streets it's a felony When niggas fucking with you but commit infidelity They hate it, to see you celebrated Counting my paper, nigga, you could have made it Let me stay with that thought, takes us to the fourth Where niggas is lazy, that's what we call sloth Want you to break em off, getting money it costs For you to be a boss, ain't no taking off Now the myth about the fifth: it only happens when we eat It’s gluttony, this is how it happens on the street It’s a dude that’s getting paid in full, cars and jewels So his plate is full, but the way this nigga move He is never full and he gon' want your food Don't overdo it, that's an underrated rule The sixth is a fix that's in all of us When I get drunk and want to bust, this is what we call lust When the drawers go down, the guards go down Cause a pussy is somebody getting robbed right now Okay, the seventh is a seed that many believe Is the cause of 'em all, this is what we call greed Knew some cousins that was hustlin', one of em ended up bustin' the other Greed is a mother, it’s greedy motherfuckers like Madoff Cops getting paid off, greedy companies got my people getting laid off Before I sign off, in the sins we livin' The good thing is we can be forgiven Seven deadly sins

stand up

When you go out, you want an obituary or a documentary? Which one you want Khaled? (I want money) A documentary, right? (I want that too!) We gotta make movies Bright lights attracted bad bitches And attracted mad niggas Whoever thought lil' ol' Meek Milly'd pass Jigga? I'm just thinkin' a tad bigger You niggas talk fly, only fly at your last picture And you look like the last pitcher I just hit a home run, on clash with us And this money, murder, power, comin' for the ass, nigga, ass, niggas Last nigga, there were cemeteries diggin' grass, nigga The obituary leaves the last scripture Mama said he was a good kid, thinkin' would kid I signed my deal with my AP on In the drop top with the AC on Stuntin' with Cash Money, get my Baby on No, never fuck a chick that got Bakers on Or no Michael Kors I'm on the same shit that Mike was on Jordan, Jackson, Tyson on I've seen niggas your type twice before I'm in that white velour, look at the flights I bought These mothafuckin' hoes got a right to raw When a young real nigga light the floor Hundred black bottles, man that's lights galore Before Tom was Ford, I'm talkin' Honda Accord Lookin' for a plug, tryna find the cord Niggas gettin' shot tryna find the Lord This bust down Rollie say the time is yours I get my grindin' on Like rude girl in the reggae, it was mayday Started with a water gun until I got an AK Kids in the projects when we was by the bay, bay Kids with the Pyrex, I hit it first, Ray J When the lights low, and the show starts And the champagne spill on your bow tie And your dawg change up, playin' both sides No it won't stop, when the dope stop When the fed rush in the dope spot And your main man tell 'em how the coke drop How he rain danced with me by the boat dock I know when he did that, I bet that your ghost drop I hope that you stand up Young nigga just man up I'm just hopin' you stand up Young nigga just man up I just hope that you man up and don't give the fam up I just hope that you man up and don't give the fam up Real nigga for life As the rain drop, drop on the pavement I came through my hood Mulsanne'n On the block all night like I ain't famous I still run with the same niggas I came with Where I came from, when I came in We eatin' lobster and steak from Top Ramen Oodles n'Oodles, when you're hungry them killers'll do you And when you're gettin' to that money them people pursue you The Feds lurkin', the streets watchin' Them hoes talkin', like "he got it" And he nervous, cause we plottin' We call that boy for a burner and we rob him Like Batman, pussy niggas gettin' backhand Talkin' to the people you a at man Half rack, we got more ghosts than Pac-Man And for that paper we be grindin' like a lapdance Get the money young nigga Get the money, never fold, cause they comin' young nigga When the feds get to rushin', better not tell on young nigga Don't be selfish young nigga, just man up, don't give the fam up Facin' 20 years when they added them grams up Plus 5 more, he got booked with a handgun And now he in the courtroom, givin' his mans up Rat ass nigga When the lights low, and the show starts And the champagne spill on your bow tie And your dawg change up, playin' both sides No it won't stop, when the dope stop When the fed rush in the dope spot And your main man tell 'em how the coke drop How he rain danced with me by the boat dock I know when he did that, I bet that your ghost drop I hope that you stand up Young nigga just man up I'm just hopin' you stand up Young nigga just man up I just hope that you man up and don't give the fam up I just hope that you man up and don't give the fam up Real nigga for life

fat

Your butt is wide, well mine is too Just watch your mouth or I'll sit on you The word is out, better treat me right Cause I'm the king of cellulite Ham on, ham on, ham on whole wheat, all right My zippers bust, my buckles break I'm too much man for you to take The pavement cracks when I fall down I've got more chins than Chinatown Well, I've never used a phone booth And I've never seen my toes When I'm goin' to the movies I take up seven rows Because I'm fat, I'm fat, come on (Fat, fat, really really fat) You know I'm fat, I'm fat, you know it (Fat, fat, really really fat) You know I'm fat, I'm fat, come on you know (Fat, fat, really really fat) Don't you call me pudgy, portly or stout Just now tell me once again who's fat When I walk out to get my mail It measures on the Richter scale Down at the beach I'm a lucky man I'm the only one who gets a tan If I have one more pie a la mode I'm gonna need my own zip code When you're only having seconds I'm having twenty-thirds When I go to get my shoes shined I gotta take their word Because I'm fat, I'm fat, sham on (Fat, fat, really really fat) You know I'm fat, I'm fat, you know it (Fat, fat, really really fat) You know I'm fat, I'm fat, you know it you know (Fat, fat, really really fat) And my shadow weighs forty-two pounds Lemme tell you once again who's fat If you see me comin' your way Better give me plenty space If I tell you that I'm hungry Then won't you feed my face Because I'm fat, I'm fat, sha mone (Fat, fat, really really fat) You know I'm fat, I'm fat, you know it (Fat, fat, really really fat) You know I'm fat, I'm fat, you know it, you know (Fat, fat, really really fat) Woo woo woo, when I sit around the house I really sit around the house You know I'm fat, I'm fat, come on (Fat, fat, really really fat) You know I'm fat, I'm fat, you know it, you know it (Fat, fat, really really fat) You know, you know, you know, come on (Fat, fat, really really fat) And you know all by myself I'm a crowd Lemme tell you once again You know I'm huge, I'm fat, you know it (Fat, fat, really really fat) You know I'm fat, you know, hoo (Fat, fat, really really fat) You know I'm fat, I'm fat, you know it, you know (Fat, fat, really really fat) And the whole world knows I'm fat and I'm proud Just tell me once again who's fat

how it feel

Cool cool cool cool Yup, finally famous nigga Okay, I get lost in the night Faded off of that brown We can take shots of that white Realest niggas around Tell me would you like it, would you like it if I let you call me Big Take it to the D, I can show you where I live Take it to the penthouse and show you how to live And treat it like it ain't shit Now ask me how it feel How it feel, how it feel How it feel, how it feel Yea tell me how it feel, how it feel, how it feel Man, to be around a nigga this real You know I came up, came down Turn every dream I had real So tell me how it feel How it feel, how it feel Man to be around a nigga this real You know I need everything in plural That's benji's and euro's I just came back from that Paris My life is moving in turbo My pinky ring just dingling Look how I'm sipping my merlot Look how I'm hittin' my herbal Praise God, church ho What the fuck is you saying? B.I.G, I'm the mayor in the bitch Ol' fur coat looking like a bear in this bitch OH! fuck is you wearing? that's embarrassin' shit Man and to my new girls that's hearing this shit You fucking with an OG, you should cherish this shit Man they tell me that they love me, I ain't hearing that shit They trynna get up in my will and inherit that shit That's why I'm faded, I'm wasted I'm living life like it's no jail House bigger than a hotel But these hoes tell So I still take their ass to the hotel And my ho tell I got a bad bitch with that body And a badder bitch in that lobby Boy that's just how I got it When I... Okay, I get lost in the night Faded off of that brown We can take shots of that white Realest niggas around Tell me would you like it, would you like it if I let you call me Big Take it to the D, I can show you where I live Take it to the penthouse and show you how to live And treat it like it ain't shit Bad bitches that came through I'm hitting all that I aim to So stoned I can't move So stoned I can't move She go either way like it's game two She look at her phone praying it ain't you Living out all the rumors Then afterwards, say it ain't true Man I'm daydreaming while sexing Her screams remind me I'm in it And all this champagne that I'm popping Reminded me that I'm winning I know we shouldn't get so high Yea, remind me that when I'm finished But this the life we chose It's the only life that we know Reminiscing when I had no job Back when I woulda robbed yo job Me and my niggas on the streets dog Throwing signs up like we roadside Now the suits and pasta both bowtie My Greek girls scream "opa" My Spanish girls scream "no más" And all the Black girls scream "don't stop!" Okay, I get lost in the night Faded off of that brown We can take shots of that white Realest niggas around Tell me would you like it, would you like it if I let you call me Big Take it to the D, I can show you where I live Take it to the penthouse and show you how to live And treat it like it ain't shit

world wide mob figgaz

Uh.. world wide mob figgaz.. (for real) World wide mob figgaz (O-U-T-L-A-W-Z) We world wide mob figgaz (for real) Uh, world wide mob figgaz Check game you little young punks We world wide mob figgaz All you niggas is jealous cats What, what? Uhh, Uhh, now put them hands up Rich niggas throw the grands up, and what? I gotta prosecute to get what's mine in the nine lime It's my time motherfucker try to stop it gon' see nine lives that's all I see when I open up Baby girl, fuckin' you now before I blow up, you know what? I seen your kind before High saditty, but really like it raw, in the closet like the rider type of whore By the shore, I a trick on her But I'm collectin' these vicks when I put the dick on her O.U.T.L.A.W.Z You fuckin' with a nigga livin' destructively, pump and pee Tuckin' T's often it counts from the flow on I'm tryin' to handle my business full grown This shit is on, it's gettin' crazy after dark Where the real thug niggas? Here you are We world wide mob figgaz We got homies on the front line, livin' it up We got ladies in the back straight, givin' it up It ain't nothin' but a thug thang World wide mob figga, let me see a nigga nuts hang (nuts hang) We got homies on the front line, livin' it up We got ladies in the back straight, givin' it up It ain't nothin' but a thug thang World wide mob figga, let me see a nigga nuts hang (nuts hang) World wide mob figga, let me see a nigga nuts hang (nuts hang) World wide mob figga, let me see a nigga nuts hang Nigga, duck down, bust first, make 'em feel somethin' Shouldn't shot your gun if you ain't kill nuttin' Nephew gotta face the devil and got four heavily armed Outlawz did that (split they ass), heavily gone So we ride with the left of us, best of us Plus we wake up with our TEC on us We test yo' nuts in a heartbeat, sleep on the street Obey the rules of the ones who want yo' beef I'll eat Y'all niggas weak, in a motherfuckin' way it's so pitiful I'll leave you motherfuckers critical We heard the slick shit you said on fuckin' Too Short tape But you only stepped your way into an early wake, early grave That's what you brave niggas get for fuckin' with this You had your chance to mob first you didn't you missed Just switched to fake Napoleon be the motherfuckin' last nigga with the gat to break The last to fade, earthquake aftershock, is what you got Fuckin' with niggas that give a damn about hip-hop This how it go in our family Cause this Outlaw shit is what we stand for gradually We world wide mob figgaz We got homies on the front line, livin' it up We got ladies in the back straight, givin' it up It ain't nothin' but a thug thang World wide mob figga, let me see a nigga nuts hang (nuts hang) We got homies on the front line, livin' it up We got ladies in the back straight, givin' it up It ain't nothin' but a thug thang World wide mob figga, let me see a nigga nuts hang (nuts hang) World wide motherfuckin' mob figgaz Weed smokin', gun-totin', drinkin' Ridin' on our motherfuckin' enemies Y'all know how we do it World wide mob figgaz World wide mob figgaz I be the Young N-O, to the B-L-E Last name O-U-T-L-A-W-Z M-A-R was the for starters, squeeze the whole cartridge Your lady called the squad and the whole sausage Clip for , hittin' donuts in a 6 Sip Coronas when we bendin' the corner, brothers hit Urban legend, dirty third still reppin' Still double-S to bumrush your session I get it dirty and burn ya' just a nigga in a skirt Drinkin' Squirt, punk duck, hit the dirt Sprint to the church that you got comin' Outlawz on the ride picture God runnin' Ain't nuttin but a thug thang, bust your brains 'Pac passed the rock so we tucked the game Under our belt, we huntin' the wealth, you fuckin' yourself off Don't you know not to go against the Outlawz We got homies on the front line, livin' it up We got ladies in the back straight, givin' it up It ain't nothin' but a thug thang World wide mob figga, let me see a nigga nuts hang (nuts hang) We got homies on the front line, livin' it up We got ladies in the back straight, givin' it up It ain't nothin' but a thug thang World wide mob figga, let me see a nigga nuts hang (nuts hang) World wide mob figga, let me see a nigga nuts hang (nuts hang) World wide mob figga, let me see a nigga nuts hang (nuts hang) Hey watch out man, look out Known for doin' scandalous deeds, no handlin' me And nah, it ain’t the drugs, it’s the straight thug nigga in me I swoop down and cause havoc My rapid delivery is automatic, lettin' niggas have it I've been labelled as a thug nigga Since they don't sell my shit to white folks Ship it to the drug dealers And catch a—catch a nigga world wide A fuckin' mob figga West coast, who-ride When we rob niggas money make my squad bigger But we ain't sell our souls Bustin' on my enemies, murder my foes At my shows I'm a nut, lights camera time for action Now get to clappin' to my cuts, a world wide mob figga We got homies on the front line, livin' it up We got ladies in the back straight, givin' it up It ain't nothin' but a thug thang World wide mob figga, let me see a nigga nuts hang (nuts hang) We got homies on the front line, livin' it up We got ladies in the back straight. givin' it up It ain't nothin' but a thug thang World wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang (nuts hang) World wide mob figga, let me see a nigga nuts hang (nuts hang) World wide mob figga, let me see a nigga nuts hang (nuts hang) Ayo, get that motherfucker right there Ayo, K, pull out on that motherfucker and blast Yo Mo, get over there, get over there Ayo Malc, get 'em Ayo bust on ‘em mother fuckers Hey bust on 'em, bust on that nigga Ayo Yak, c'mon, Fatal, let’s get the fuck outta here Fuck them niggas West Coast nigga, West Coast World wide mother fuckin' mob figgaz, nigga We thug life Nigga know what time it is Get the fuck out of here You ain't dead! You ain't dead, nigga, come on Hey come the fuck on We out nigga, Westsiiide! Outlaw Riders, biatch

okay okay

Da-da, da-da-da-da, da-da Da-da,  da-da-da-da, da Da-da,  da-da-da-da, da-da Da-da, da-da-da-da (Okay) My best friend said to me, "I know just what we need A  song of yours that we could feel ourselves to" I  said it'd be a test 'cause you know I'm always stressed Come to think of it, I guess I've never cared to She  said, "You won't know if you never commit" So here's me convincing myself I'm the shit I'm a million trick pony The number one and only On  a scale of 1 to 10, I'm at 11 Okay, okay Turn pain into a paycheck Should see me in a sundress I do it all with ease, I should give lessons Okay, okay, okay Maybe if I write it down, I'll make it real somehow 'Cause everyone's allowed to feel amazing And I'll never know if I never commit So here's me convincing myself I'm the shit I'm a million trick pony The number one and only On a scale of 1 to 10, I'm at 11 Okay, okay Turn pain into a paycheck Should see me in a sundress I do it all with ease, I should give lessons Okay, okay, okay Fake it until I make it ring true One day, I'ma be better at feelin' cool, yeah Fake it until I make it ring true, ayy One day, I'ma be better at feelin' like a Million trick pony The number one and only On a scale of 1 to 10, I'm at 11 Okay, okay Turn pain into a paycheck Should see me in a sundress I do it all with ease, I should give lessons Okay, okay, okay

thats all

I got me a K in this place Baby, don't play in this place You can call me ace in this place Ten thousand dollar vase in his face Bring them racks out the safe Go to church like Mase Put a mask on my face Beat the case in my case any day Fuck a nigga bitch, that's all Grabbin' on my dick, that's all Stuntin' with my bitch, that's all Grindin' with my clique, that's all My cup gotta be muddy, that’s all She tell me that she love me, that's all I wanna clean it with Lysol (Fresh) She fuckin' all my buddies, that's all She fuckin' all my buddies I might love fuckin' it, but I just cannot love it I might catch a nigga bitch and fuck her right on Gresham Bitch, I am a monster, I know I am a lil' ugly I might pull up with all of my jewelry on like Busta Got a unique body, my clothes, get 'em from Russia I might pull up and pimp that bitch just like a sucka I don't give a fuck about these lil' shrimps, I got my mustard, ketchup, nigga Nigga loaded pimpin', pimp tight, game right I might eat it, I might beat it like Mike Ikes Treat that pussy Tempur-Pedic, and call it a night She compliment on my fly, and I ain't talking no flight And therefore I love her She make a nigga shine without using butter My partner in crime, she won't tell like her mother We don't want no one other, we got one another She know I got her, we got each other She know I'ma grip her weave when I fuck her She know I'ma go over C's like a Blood Hey baby my name Jeff and Mudd I got me a K in this place Baby, don't play in this place You can call me ace in this place Ten thousand dollar vase in his face Bring them racks out the safe in this place Go to church like Mase any day Put a mask on my face any day Beat the case in my case any day Fuck a nigga bitch, that's all Grabbin' on my dick, that's all Stuntin' with my bitch, that's all Grindin' with my clique, that's all My cup gotta be muddy, that's all She tell me that she love me, that's all I wanna clean it with Lysol (Fresh) She fuckin' all my buddies, that's all I wanna hit that middle like a mullet I can see straight through you like a bullet Shawty want my closet like a hood Fuck all of my fellas, no good Bitch I am a tiger, no wood I done see more holes than Tiger Woods When she with me she just do it She can't fit into these jeans don't do it She remember me She remember everything about me She remember me She remember, she remember everything She remember me She remember me She do it, she do, she do She remember I'm a young nigga Every time she sees those racks she wants a son, nigga She know I'm in her mouth just like some gum, nigga I might give her my all, then some, nigga I'm strapped, my fingers itching, check my palms, nigga My girl gon' relax, and dressed in Toms, nigga I got Lil' Bobby say I am a tall nigga You know my cup is pink, like bubblegum, nigga Easter pink, pussy wetter than a sink I'll get down on my knees If I can't have you you're deceased That means I couldn't be Baby, I can't see, curiosity In love with the opposite of me Do you dig it? Fuck a nigga bitch, that's all Grabbin' on my dick, that's all Stuntin' with my bitch, that's all Grindin' with my clique, that's all My cup gotta be muddy, that's all She tell me that she love me, that's all I wanna clean it with Lysol (Fresh) She fuckin' all my buddies, that's all

trust me heartbreak on a full moon

I can't take my eyes off you I think God made you for me, it's too good to be true Didn't know my blessing and I learned a lesson, every man needs a queen, oh Don't care how far, even if it's impossible, I'ma dream, reminiscing like I had you screaming like (oh yeah, oh yeah) I promise I won't tell anybody about your Victoria Secrets (I won't, I won't) Babe, if you say, "I do," baby, then I'm gonna show you what you mean to me (if you say, "I do") I'ma take good care of you, trust me if you love me (you) It's like ring around the rosies, round and round (yeah) Up and down like a rollercoaster If you believe in us, you gotta trust me, baby (trust me) Honestly, I can't wait for you to love me, baby Don't ever doubt us, baby (trust me) He don't have the answers for your soul (trust me) Uplift your spirits, baby, hold you up (trust me) You gotta trust that I won't fuck up our lives I used to drive around the town and try to fuck up everybody Talking to my baby, baby (oh hell nah) I used to fuck up all the time, I was a liar switchin' stories up Split personalities, know I drove you crazy You need your space, I understand, you need your freedom, ha Girl, you and I we 'posed to mean some' Oh, me and you together we supposed to be one Like day ones reminiscing like I had you screaming like (remember screaming like?) I promise I won't tell anybody about your Victoria Secrets (Victoria Secrets, I won't, I won't) Babe, if you say, "I do," baby, then I'm gonna show you what you mean to me (if you say, "I do," ha) I'ma take good care of you, trust me if you love me (ha) It's like ring around the rosies, round and round (ow, yeah) Up and down like a rollercoaster If you believe in us, you gotta trust me, baby (if you believe in us you gotta, ooh, trust me) Honestly, I can't wait for you to love me, baby (ooh) Don't ever doubt us, baby (trust me, yeah) He don't have the answers for your soul (trust me, yeah) Uplift your spirits, baby, hold you up (hold you, baby, trust me) You gotta trust that I won't fuck up our lives You ain't like them other girls, huh? You the type don't like diamonds and pearls, huh? Now we fuckin', got you fightin' with your girls now Bitches hating, wishin' I could fuck 'em first, huh? Stay classy, party packin', I got the world, huh? But I need you to trust me 'cause you my girl now Don't wanna be that nigga that's gon' stress you out Jokin' when we recite our wedding vows, this is what it's all about It's like ring around the rosies, round and round (yeah) Up and down like a rollercoaster If you believe in us you gotta trust me, baby (trust me) Honestly, I can't wait for you to love me, baby Don't ever doubt us, baby (trust me) He don't have the answers for your soul (trust me) Uplift your spirits, baby, hold you up (trust me) You gotta trust that I won't fuck up our lives

violent

It's the same speech every time No new niggas, loyalty Yeah we might be famous but we still violent motherfucka I just took a BR and now I'm floating If it ain't that OG then I ain't smoking' I woke up, I put a couple plays in motion First I roll me up and joint and count my money man Momma keep telling me that I smoke too much My girl tell me, "Nigga blow that shit out the window" I was rolling down the street smoking endo Sipping on that Gin and juice like it's '92 Go against my crew, I don't recommend Bitch, who the fuck are you? We don't let you in Girls pause when the Taylor's in the function Everybody from the game got jumped in Yeah, niggas meet me at the park Niggas gone run their flags If a nigga get dropped, then you better get up Niggas gone hit the joint, niggas gone sip the drank Catch a enemy slipping, nigga gone pop the dime Violent, all my niggas violent Pop a nigga broad daylight with the silence Smoking weed on a PJ with the pilot I just got some bomb ass head from my side bitch, whoa Violent, all my niggas violent Pop a nigga broad daylight with the silence Smoking weed on a PJ with the pilot I just got some bomb ass head from my side bitch, whoa Pop outs on me, hop outs on me Nigga we don't do no drive-bys If he owe me money, he ain't got my money Tell his momma kiss him bye-bye All my fans call me Dolla $ign But my momma still call me Ty-Ty First class on the flight to Hawaii They got us all sipping the Mai Tai's 20's and 50's we roll together I don't be kissing my bitches in public At my level, bitch, we don't go together I just fucked a bitch at one of the W suites And she said I'm the coldest ever I just popped a couple Mollys, Xans Now they copy my swag, it's dope forever I might be single forever I'ma be me forever I'ma be rich forever M-O-B forever Fucked her the first time I met her Sucked on this dick cause I let her I got a brand new Glock And a Baretta Violent, all my niggas violent Pop a nigga broad daylight with the silence Smoking weed on a PJ with the pilot I just got some bomb ass head from my side bitch, whoa Violent, all my niggas violent Pop a nigga broad daylight with the silence Smoking weed on a PJ with the pilot I just got some bomb ass head from my side bitch The purp is for extra nigga The purp is for extra nigga That purp is for me and my nigga I broke bread with me and my nigga I told my young nigga YG 400 get rid of them extra niggas Aye, you ain't getting money, lil' nigga, youse an extra nigga $ign Ty you better let these niggas know fool It's an unstoppable force right here The movement, 4800 Ayaaaaa

cripple

Turn the beat up some more Ay-yeah-yeah, anchors Uh, rectangle full of color Complicated man sits, dedicated to the rudder Under Apollo, over feeling under as a swallow, and yet wallows It's said he looks for Yetis in tomorrow And do-gooders become regretters for giving garble At the art show out in Park Slope Broken dancers rather flatten cardboards than work at Arco Flippers who feat feets riff contortionists hips and grease slippers Tweezers release slivers From lines with deep splinters, paws for sweet skippers Another key-figure's of East River's who eat liver and drink liquor And root for Bird due to an unconscious urge to beat niggas Who prefer sweet, steep sleep And to pull hoes with the ease of police triggers Sikhs at the hair show, Arabs at the airport Caucasians in the projects, niggas anywhere though People lovingly exclaim People lovingly exclaim People lovingly exclaim People... Beauty is the Largest Obstacle to Obsess Decorate the Sergeant Community Resistance In Progress Pull out game strong like the Waco Kid But also like a lifeguard, now that don't even make no sense But since, if the swimmers ain't got no rings on Don't be a fag, let me stab that Yoo-Hoo with my ding-dong Fruits of interracials, my banana's bigger than King Kong Both ways seem wrong like nobody in China is good at ping-pong Seem wrong? That's evidence they shouldn't be passing their genes on That was racist, but I'ma run with it Like every sagging pair of pants has to have a gun in it So I undid it, like a Singapore with gum in it Does that mean if I let you ride it, I can put my thumbs in it? Uhn—nasty, but let the moment pass, only wave if they ask And catch me at the scene of the crash, karma They hate blood like Blade So they hate cuz like an English teacher grades Beauty is the Largest Obstacle to Obsess Diaspora and Sonnets Community Resistance In Progress People lovingly exclaim People lovingly exclaim People lovingly exclaim People... The city: population control, occupation parole Hope the swayed persuades and this conversation cajoles Not to be Enron Alexander Hamilton to Cassandra's Agamemnon The environment is more than just a panda at the wind farm Looks cool but it's bull as cool fusers And the abuse is fueled of duel-losers To make fools of the schools and pool Bueller's The crusade to legislate oxygen And put it in a box just like Desiree Washington Fortune cookie, First Panda accelerated profit And hope Santa fill my socks with highly-decorated moccasins My, how the roles have reversed So now we gotta eat 'em for dessert Bop the kids just to free 'em from the curse Dress up the thots in lingerie and feed 'em to Levert (uh-huh) Beauty is the Largest Organize the Objects Diaspora and Sonnets Community Resistance In Progress Diaspora and Sonnets Community Resistance In Progress Woah—the people lovingly exclaim (people lovingly exclaim) People lovingly exclaim (people lovingly exclaim) People lovingly exclaim (people lovingly exclaim) Community Resistance In Progress Pe-pe-people lovingly exclaim (people lovingly exclaim)

wither

Over where the trees burn down The place where the fields went down in flames We could put a hole in the ground Throw seeds and dance for rain It takes a mind to worry A conscience to feel ashamed But there's no place to hide out here These skies are filled with planes And both our hands are filthy Pointing up at the moon And tonight I'll hold you close, close enough to bruise Hope a garden grows where we dance this afternoon Hope our children walk by spring when flowers bloom Hope they'll get to see my color Know that I've enjoyed sunshine Pray they'll get to see me, me wither (when I was young) See me (too) wither (when I was young) Know that (me) I've enjoyed the sunshine When I was young, know it happens all— (me) Know that I've enjoyed the sunshine— (me) Know it happens all (me) —all the time (me) Know it happens all (me) —all the time (me) When I was young (me, me)

dunno

Yeah Hmm-hmm Hmm-hmm Yeah She do whatever she like And that just don't seem right, yeah Make people so mad, yeah And they want her so bad, hm, well We was fuckin', almost missed my flight I wasn't even trippin', I said, "It's all right," yeah Goddamn, we was hit last night Wouldn't you rather get along? Wouldn't you rather get along? You was coughin' when you hit my weed But I've never seen you feel that free So cute, you wanna be like me Wouldn't you rather get along? Wouldn't you rather get along? Until, until, there is no longer Let's get lost inside the clouds And you, you don't gotta work harder girl I can calm you down, yeah Well I was busy when you hit my phone But you miss me, tell me come back home, yeah You don't really like to sleep alone But I'm takin' too long, I'm always takin' too long Baby we don't need a trip, we could be right here When the shit get weird, we could switch up gears I wanna see them lips, kissin' ear to ear I wanna hear your song Ooh, I wanna feel just how you feel Touch you one more time so I know you're real We could spin that wheel, wouldn't you rather get along? Until, until, there is no longer Let's get lost inside the clouds And you, you don't gotta work harder I can calm you down I think we just might be alright, thank God I think we're gonna be alright, alright, okay Hold me close, don't hold your breath That's really your favorite, I know

mes grands parents carte blanche france inter

Des fois, ma grand-mère sort un rôti de son sac à main Elle fait toujours en sorte que tout l'monde mange à trois fois sa faim Elle peut vivre six mois sans mettre le pied dans un magasin Parce que c'est pas donné, un franc est un franc même si tu changes la monnaie J'ai cru qu'mes grands-parents étaient radins mais c'est pas vraiment vrai C'est juste qu'ils ont connu la vraie merde, et qu'ils ont peur de manquer À l'âge où je goûtais mon premier McFlurry Daim Mon grand-père braconnait des lapins dans le jardin du noble du coin À l'âge où j'ai eu mon premier scooter Mes grands-parents plongeaient dans un ravin quand ils entendaient un réacteur Ma grand-mère a le même téléphone que ton dealer Avec son numéro scotché dessus même si elle le connait déjà par cœur Mon grand-père il roule les "R" : il a l'accent de son patelin Et ça ressemble bizarrement aux clichés d'un accent africain Mon grand-père a construit sa cave à la main Il m'a déjà mis des grandes tartes en m'disant : "Fais pas l'malin" Il a des doigts, c'est des bites À force d'y planter des clous, des hameçons, des agrafes et toutes sortes de câbles électriques Mon grand-père a plein d'phrases philosophiques qu'il répète souvent Genre : "Rien n'est illégal si personne n'est au courant" Mes grands-parents ont souvent l'air un peu flippants C'est sûrement parce qu'ils connaissent plus de morts que de vivants Et aussi parce qu'ils ont potentiellement tué des gens Chez eux, y'a suffisamment de fusils pour alimenter tout un régiment Mes grands-mères sont magnifiques sur les photos en noir et blanc Autour desquelles y'a plein d'objets inutiles, fascinants Mon grand-père pense que les joueurs de basket sont trop grands Qu'en cas d'égalité au foot, ça devrait se jouer au nombre de corners gagnants Quand mon grand-père a passé le permis les feux rouges n'existaient pas Et les clignotants, c'était ses bras J'ai suivi beaucoup de chemins J'ai ouvert de nombreux sentiers

worst enemy

I'ma tell y'all a lil' story man,you know I'm sayin'? Yo this is a song about, somebody who did me wrong dawg I thought you was my homie man.. I guess not Fuck it You was supposed to be my dawg Homie, when I first met you, what was told to me was fraud What a shocker, an imposter! I've been crossed, I lost ya My best friend turned out to be an enemy that's endin' me Hidden, no sympathy, no empathy either; homie, I never denied ya! Nuttin' that you wanted: women? I never player-hated I hooked you up, booked you up from the beginning This enemy had love for you, shared blood for ya When ya wanted to dig? I dug for ya, nigga But you a double-crosser, nasty hand-tosser I shoulda known you was evil When you told me you was cool 'fore we'd be sex fools when we under the steeple The retrieval: I'm tryna get my life back No more stoppin' women from puttin' a knife at ya cap Remember when we was kickin' it? Bitches was givin' it everyday We did it in every way, but the respect went away You got a mind of your own now; you're grown now Can I ask you a question? Did you forget we kinfolks, nigga? We the same complexion! I'm stressin'! You was always in front of me so I listened Everyday you wanted me on a mission I even let you have sex with my lady like a G Infatuated with you and not me I sucked it up, I got back wit' her, you fucked it up By lettin' her know I was creepin' around with every chick in the town, buster! I shoulda known not to trust ya! Listen, I'm losin' my life because of you! I lost my life because of you! I'm losin' my wife because of you! I even had sex and a baby with the crazy bitch you introduced me to! Now I'm straight depressed, I hate your flesh But fate was just belate to Tech, laid to rest Every time you got drawers, you made my poor little life fall nigga, ya got balls You ain't never had a partner like me Real, I never ever sold ya pipe dreams Personal? Yes, it might seem Nigga when you was burnin', I went and got the Doxycycline Looked out for ya health, and this is all the respect I get? Hater, ya neck I'll slit, but I can't, 'cause I'm attached to ya And I don't know why, sometimes I wish you would just die It would eliminate all this hurt Maybe I could get up outta all this dirt ya caused me So strong, nothing could stop you, not even cerebral palsy I can't believe it; my best homie turned on me You musta forgot we grew up together I'm through, life is over now, there's nothin' else to do Point the finger and blame it on you (It's all because of you, you, you) I lost my girl, my world, is upside down because I found you wasn't shit (It's all because of you, you, you) Broke us in two, you untrue, don't know what to do, I'm talkin' to you (who?) My dick {*chanting and thunder till fade*}

tremendous damage

Sometimes I wonder how I get over The weight of everything is tearing up my soul but Shit is heavy like the world on my shoulder People telling me be strong like a soldier But I suffer tremendeous damage Just make it fade away Just let it fade away Just make it fade away I suffer tremendeous damage So many things that I didn't know But still I've seen my dreams come true And now the little kids are watching my videos And telling me "I wanna be you" See, I'm just a man so I ain't scared to fall down No matter what ever I go through I told the man in the mirror keep pushing on But I can't say the same about you Nah nah, nah, I done made it this far And ain't no way I'm gonna turn back I started out with no car And graduated to a Cadillac But all that money don't mean a got damn thing to me Cause we don't worship that But like the Wright brothers, you gotta crash and burn Before you take flight, I know ya heard that February 28th, the day my daddy died Well, not really, his energy passed to the other side And ever since that day I've seen him fade away with my own eyes I never doubted God, the Marine corps they say semper fi My daddy fought in Vietnam This is a fun fact for the bloodline of Antwan Andre Just like this song say I've suffered tremendous damage, got me tougher than a motherfucker And since the days of Player's Ball Y'all thought it was about all these broads and slamming Cadillac doors Now your American idol is just a fraud You kiss a man he's still gonna be a frog (ribbit) A bitter old negro not at all See, I look 26 and still hit your broad Still pitch a ball, hike, pass, shoot, kick and all Practice make perfect and first it was Bamboo now it's Cross Ridin' through the city with my windows down low Blastin' the system as my wheels spin slow

castings du 13 05 battle de rap

Même Hollywood peut rien y faire, t'es face à une légende J'ai pas les effets spéciaux d'Audiard mais j'te baise et tu sens plus tes jambes Et j'vole ton Oscar quand j'te ken, j'le porte en pendentif C'est qu'une fois d'plus où j'te vois et j'change de chaîne Ton dernier bon film c'était Taxi, madame La seule chose moins crédible que ton rap c'est ta mort dans Batman Y'en a marre, le rap c'est mon rayon, Marion, marions-nous Ou j'vais aller au festival de Cannes et canner Canet Je ne veux pas te faire de gros chagrin Mais j'suis comme ton putain de front : j'ai un grain Entre nous, y'a peu d'feeling : tu pleures, j'te finis Comme un blunt phillie, ou un 9 milli Peut-être que les mecs te mentent, et nan y'a pas que les vêtements Je n'pense pas que les rêves de grands me correspondent honnêtement Des centaines de kilomètres de gens dehors, j'aimerais qu'on les mette devant J'éclate des portes pendant que tu grattes des clopes à Gare du Nord Regarde dehors, même mon garde du corps a un garde du corps

sarah

I like my girls skinny with brains I like my hoodies fucked with Lame I like my friends imaginary with no names And I make music for the fuck of it, no fame Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round Tried to find ammo but it's none around town So I went Down South but I ended up North Uptown sitting on Cloud 9's white porch And of course, my car's off course You're so white, my blinkers don't work I'm trying to let the force be with you, I get you Music is my first, but I contemplate divorce You make a nigga sing songs nice You make a nigga's night turn day And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow It sucks that I didn't get the chance to say hello I want to eat you out like jello And mess with your body like the bass and the cello And tell your mom I said hello, you want to go to prom? (Nigga hell no) Fuck (Shit) and another one, there goes another one Another love song about shit And I'll be rich if I get another diss And maybe Cupid won't miss Another love song about shit And I'll be rich if I get another diss And maybe Cupid won't miss Maybe? (No) Maybe? (I'm sorry) Maybe? (I got a date) Maybe? (Where's your dad?) I like her L-I-K-E, the only difference is she won't fuck with me But she will fuck with that vegetable with the hairs full of X's and O's I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went - Tyler, what you doing? - Shut the fuck up! - Uh-umm.. - You gon' fuckin' love me bitch - Uhh.. - Or I'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head But all I really want is a kiss on the cheek In private, not public in the streets And your cupcake how we eat and your toes Cause I got a big fetish with the feet I just want somebody I can see You can be a gold digger, you ain't got to love me I'm serious (I love you) I don't ask for much Your heart literally is what I do want for lunch Now this shit is turning to a habit I'm the burger king, I gotta have it my way And truthfully girl you really make my day I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay And I can't even look the other way Your aura is a magnet, my eyes a metal bag, it's attractive L-O-L laughing, you're a gold Oscar and I'm just actin' And I want your cinema hole, and have our kids play supporting role Climbing up the pole, Jack and the Beanstalk, bitch it's gold And I was in loath, I would never get over you, ever, Sarah Another love song about shit And I'll be rich if I get another diss And maybe Cupid won't miss Another love song about shit And I'll be rich if I get another diss And maybe Cupid won't miss Half your body laying on my chest The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast And I'ma just take another guess Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes Am I crazy? Maybe But fucked up is how I been lately Shit, I don't give a fuck Your family looking for you, wish 'em good luck Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy Now you stuck up in my mothafuckin' basement all bloody And I'm fucking your dead body, your coochie all cummy Looking in your dead eyes, what the fuck you want from me? What did you want from me? What did you want from me?

compton life

Uh, oh, y'all know what it is Uh, it's that Compton -ish Chevy lights, women you like Husslin' nights, (yeah) Rollin' dice, gangsta rights Hood advice, (right) Chevy lights, women you like Husslin' nights, (ad lib) Rollin' dice, gangsta rights Hood advice, (let's go) I'm back at it again My city back at it with ‘em Back against the wall, K Dot, they tryna pin But they can fuck with that pen The shit I write is brighter than blue gems You better stay in that gym Exercise your mind till it's strong enough To fuck with mine Stick to my roots like Black Thought and 'em I'm black with thoughts of Einstein One word describing him, genius What you know about the city I'm living With the souls of the dead is livin' You don't know about our living conditions We live righteously, we can give a fuck about your opinion But it's more than just weed and women, gangsters, husslers Bullet collisions, players , pimps Who can envision the place where I reside Where Eazy was pitchin', Dre was 6'4 lifting NWA had mention, Quik had the turn tables mixin' The first ones to say fuck the system I'm tryin to tell you about Chevy lights, women you like Husslin' nights, homie that's Compton life Rollin' dice, gangsta rights Hood advice, homie that's Compton life Chevy lights, women you like Husslin' nights, homie that's Compton life Rollin' dice, gangsta rights Hood advice, homie that's Compton life Geah, his own street like concrete Would best describe fit his gutter But see I'm what's underneath A young gun but not like your young Chris and Neef I'm from the land of organized crime Disorderly peace ‘Cause nowadays niggas hustle when they order their piece And worship their gun the same as their religious beliefs The Compton shares can't forget the police ‘Cause in the hood tellin pigs no more It be the mark of the beast And their main aim is just the talk of the streets But when you see ‘em please be quick on your feet That they go , watch em!? Had you for road kill just like a possum You could contain ‘em But there's no way that you can stop ‘em Niggas plant their seeds to be gangstas Hoping one day they blossom The same time, hope the system don't lock ‘em ‘Cause Compton raised niggas and bitches we barely got ‘em Unless you talk about the one with the attitude problem From Rosecrans to Central, Compton Centennial We back that's for my people it's official Chevy lights, women you like Husslin' nights, homie that's Compton life Rollin' dice, gangsta rights Hood advice, homie that's Compton life Chevy lights, women you like Husslin' nights, homie that's Compton life Rollin' dice, gangsta rights Hood advice, homie that's Compton life I don't know if he new around here Ye it's good to know somebody if you're new around here ‘Cause it ain't too safe for you to cruise around here Niggas stick to your ass like glue around here Take New Jersey and fit it shit whatever you don't care It ain't no magic trick if they make your shit disappear The outcome is severe, and some of this casket will last a day But I'm amazed cause the young boy been here for years I seen niggas shed blood blood tears Hope you not try to plan for the future niggas will mute you Had your door in the morning wake you up like roosters Introduce you to rugers Clock you in like Tap Judah A nightmare on my street, Fred Krueger where I live Minus the actress and the producers Even adolenscence will shoot you over that paper We get +Vapors+ like Biz Markie but still I'm used to From Rose crest to central, Compton's Anthemia We back that's for my people it's official Chevy lights, women you like Husslin' nights, homie that's Compton life Rollin' dice, gangsta rights Hood advice, homie that's Compton life Chevy lights, women you like Husslin' nights, homie that's Compton life Rollin' dice, gangsta rights Hood advice, homie that's Compton life

ragamuffin remix

Hey Yeah, uh Yeah Lost in the world like Siddhartha while I author these quotes Cutting hoes like a varsity coach Caught fire no Larceny, please you gotta pardon these boasts A lot of niggas pray to god that he choke Never see the album drop Fall off and be broke Reminiscing on the hard times, so often he'd hoped to slip his foot in the door Promise when I made it I’d write my hooks for the poor But now I'm hella Faded and got my foot to the floor while I'm pushing this Porsche Seem to be more concerned with how I look in the Source Staring in the mirror just to see a look of remorse Take a look at my chain, look at what I've became! (Man) You never had it easy, I know But I still remember you And what we used to say so I say this' my song for you, my friend And you can only see that I Can hardly let things go, no oh yeah So listen to the sound of my voice Your brothers sending all my love Is giving me no choice no no no Listen to the sound of the point, ha! Ragamuffin is a freedom fighter He's handeling a choice and I know, that Dear ragamuffin is one of the friend What you see is what you really get in the end What you ever gonna gonna do I dunno Dear ragamuffin shall not fall down Cause he has the wisdom of a not fool around What is a good sense under ya ground yes You never had it easy, I know But I still remember you And what we used to have so I say this' my song for you, my friend And you can only see that I will never forget yea ee yes Dear ragamuffin is one of the band What you see is what you really get in the end What you ever gonna gonna do I dunno Dear ragamuffin shall not fall down Cause he has the wisdom of a not fool around What is a good sense under ya ground yeah Yeah, that old me that you knew well is still in me Somewhere deep down there Hiding in the corner is a nigga who cared Believed he could change the world, and he did Now he sits alone, used to write poems But that's gone it's been so long cause he's scared The world ain't fair, and I'm fully aware When the revolution comes will I stare, or will I ride Dear ragamuffin is one of the band (ride) What you see is what you really need in the end (ride) What you ever gonna gonna do I dunno (ride) (ride, ride, ride, ride) Dear ragamuffin shall not fall down (ride) Cause he has the wisdom of a not fool around (ride) What is a good sense under ya ground yeah (ride) No, no, no, yeah

hero

QB… where the fuck y'all at? Ha... YEAH, let's go GETS MONEY! Chain gleamin', switchin' lanes, two-seater Hate him or love him for the same reason (fresh) Can't leave it, the game needs him Plus the people need someone to believe in (yes) So in God's Son we trust 'Cause they know I'ma give 'em what they want They lookin' for a (hero) I guess that makes me a (hero) Another chapter of the cleanest rapper, distinguished gentlemen Crooks & Castle on his back, Maybacher Exotic lady eye-catcher, holla at ya, call me the chiropractor Workin' like Muay Thai class, get perspire out ya And of course I've been the boss since back when Rockin' D Boy, Fila velour in one-ninety black Benz Now they shut down the stores when I'm shoppin' Used to be train robbin', face covered in stockin'—I'm him Chain gleamin', switchin' lanes, two-seater Hate him or love him for the same reason (fresh) Can't leave it, the game needs him Plus the people need someone to believe in (yes) So in God's Son we trust 'Cause they know I'ma give 'em what they want They lookin' for a (hero) I guess that makes me a (hero) Rubber-grip-holder, reloader Come at me, I'ma rip your soldiers in half Silverback ape, nickel-plated mag Young, rich and flashy; young bitch, I'm nasty All black clothes 'til ice lay on me so classy And every time I close my lids I can still see the borough, I can still see the Bridge I can still see the dreams that my niggas ain't never lived to see Tell them angels open the door for me From nine Berettas and movin' raw To chillin' in wine cellars, sticks and humidors That's what I call mature That's what I call a G, that's what I call a pimp That's what I call a gangsta, to the fullest, shit I try to make more cream By every September 14th, that's my dream So I can be more clean, as I grow yearly I can see things more clearly, that's why they fear me (let's go!) Chain gleamin', switchin' lanes, two-seater Hate him or love him for the same reason (fresh) Can't leave it, the game needs him Plus the people need someone to believe in (yes) So in God's Son we trust 'Cause they know I'ma give 'em what they want They lookin' for a (hero) I guess that makes me a (hero) This universal apartheid, I'm hog-tied, the corporate side Blockin' y'all from goin' to stores and buyin' it First L.A. and Doug Morris was ridin' with it But Newsweek article startled big wigs They said "Nas, why is he tryin' it?" My lawyers only see the Billboard charts as winnin' Forgettin' Nas the only true rebel since the beginnin' Still in musical prison, in jail for the flow Try tellin' Bob Dylan, Bruce or Billy Joel They can't sing what's in their soul So "Untitled" it is I never change nothin', but people remember this If Nas can't say it, think about these talented kids With new ideas bein' told what they can and can't spit I can't sit and watch it, so shit, I'ma drop it Like it or not, you ain't gotta cop it I'm a hustler in the studio, cups of Don Julio No matter what the CD called, I'm unbeatable y'all, let's go! Yeah, Nas, Polow da Don

stereo

So turn me on You set me free Just look inside your speakers And there you'll see me Uh, there I go Two clicks north of the Bronx Whoever thought she would of found love in a stereo 2 headphones and a box She picks me up, every morning on the walk to school She ain't worried bout these other little kids Cause she told me everyday you sayin' something new And you always got the illest kicks Boom Boom tat And she takes me out, just so the block can see Told me she wanted the world to know So she makes me loud now the whole block wants me But I'm all hers and she's all mine And even though her parents don't like me inside Whenever her daddy comes around, we just hide Cause she doesn't wanna sleep without me that's why I said So turn me on You set me free Just look inside your speakers And there you'll see me So turn me on You can set me free Just look inside your speakers And there you'll find me There you'll find me Yeah, and she loves my sound, It's why I'm always around Voted the most popular girl in the class Cause whenever were together we attract the crowd Yeah and she got me down Touches the right place when I'm fizzling out And all of her friends love me Cause at all of the parties, I make em bounce b-bounce Uh, if I play the right song, she might take it off Meaning her clothes You know I love it when she keeps the lights on, play the music soft Yeah, so that's what I do, anything for my boo But when I hear the knock on the door I Shhh-shut up, cause I know my cue But when they gone, I'm back at it She loves this song, so I blast it Dad gets home, I hide in the cabinet Flip my switch like gymnastics Uh and I'm a always be there for you, you just gotta find my plug I'll be right here waiting for you in the middle of these speakers If you ever wanna find my love So So turn me on You set me free Just look inside your speakers And there you'll see me So turn me on You set me free Just look inside your speakers And there you'll see me Uh, and she gets older but I stay the same And as she grows up, her opinions change Now shes off at college Where there's other ones like me I just hope that one day she'll come back To hear another song from me But till then, I just sit in her room and collect dust Thinkin' about us Waitin' for the day she'll push my buttons And I feel her touch and get that rush But I'm not what she needs, so I power down Then right at that moment where I was found Hello, her little sister walked in Knew it was love at first sight Caught a little twinkle in her eye when I made a sound She snuck back in the same night And even though she knows that she wasn't allowed I know all she wanna do is be near me One thing is that I felt the same Wanna tell her but she can't hear me So so I said So turn me on You set me free Just look inside your speakers And there you'll see me

kill yourself

Get out, you can't be in here, you have to get out I implore you, please?.. Please?.. You are all going to die down here... It's life or death, either one The king is back, take head and run I piss and take a shit on your beat for fun I killed the Game, I ain't even use a gun You better than me? Don't make me laugh I run this shit, babe just chase my ass I ain't talkin' shit nigga just tellin' the facts I think all the tracks I'm hearin' from niggas is whack I be hearin' this niggas, what they say in their rhymes I took my spot, nobody gave me mine I make the beats, that "Boom Boom Boom" in their trunks You disagree homie then go on in the junk You can pump your gun, you can say what you want That's all you doin, 'cause you niggas is punk I'm number one, you ain't number shit When they need a hit, who do they come to get Talk to me If you got love for me, I got love for you If you won't fuck with me, I won't fuck with you We can do it however you wanna do Nigga, if you won't fuck with me, I won't fuck with you Go 'head Kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself Go kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself (If I was you, I wouldn't feel myself) Go kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself Go kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself (If I was you, I wouldn't feel myself) Yo Hey I'm tired of niggas, niggas is tired You ain't a G, I see bitch in your eyes If you're close to me, you're supposed to be But most you rap niggas is hoes to me Wherever you from, you pushin' the X And do you think I give a fuck, belittle me that 'Cause you in my hood and you dump into hell and back This sinister shit, to hell with that I seen them come, I seen them go I doubt if you can show me something I ain't seen before Who's supposed to be in charge, I need to know When I shake your hand, I'mma step on your toe Go get your gun, go get your clique I'mma be right here chillin' with your bitch You mad at me, cause I'm getting' rich? Put the pistol to your head and empty the clip Fuck nigga! If you got love for me, I got love for you If you won't fuck with me, I won't fuck with you We can do it however you wanna do Nigga, if you won't fuck with me, I won't fuck with you Go 'head Kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself Go kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself (If I was you, I wouldn't feel myself) Go kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself Go kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself (If I was you, I wouldn't feel myself) See my heart, feel my pain Some is stars, some is lames How they follow little trans to get they fame? I ain't snap my damn fingers to get in the game You claim you rich, show me, son If you got so many dollars then owe me one Fools think they're killers they own a gun When you know you bought a suit it's a honey bun Trashy broads, final bar Like you tattooed your frontnin' heart VIP bands don't make you a star Like we really still don't know who the fuck you are Don't talk behind my back, just call me nigga Move my heart to the side, make room to forgive ya If you still wanna hang, we'll come to get ya Put the rope around your neck, jump my nigga You're all going to die down here Get out, get out, you can't be in here You're all going to die down here

sunburn

You’re not her, though I try to see you differently I tow the line, you see, I’m searching for what used to be mine And I saw your eyes, and I saw Alice staring back at me So I will try to find another one who suited me as well as her I've moved far away from you And I want to see you here beside me, dear But things aren’t clear When we never even tried We never even talked We never even thought in the long run Whenever it was painful Whenever I was away I’d miss you And I miss you She was mine I was hers and all that’s in between If she would cry I would shelter her and keep her from the darkness that will be I've moved far away from you And I want to see you here beside me, dear But things aren’t clear We never even tried We never even talked We never even thought in the long run Whenever it was painful Whenever I was away I’d miss you And I miss you Don’t drop me in, it’s not my turn If you cut deep, then I might learn That you scarred and left me, like a sunburn Don’t drop me in, it’s not my turn And if you cut deep, then I might learn That you scar and leave me, like a sunburn We never even tried We never even talked We never even thought in the long run Whenever it was painful Whenever I was away I’d miss you And I miss you And I miss you And I miss you And I miss you

cant fade us

King (Mustard on the beat, ho) We ain't trippin' cause them lames, can't fade us Mind your business, get your change, can't fade us Nah, nah, they can't fade us You can't fade us Hold up, um, I whip a two to an eighth I fuck the one not the two, stick a few in the safe I'm slippin' through the Wraith Can't get this shoe in a states Nigga, you're in the way, your bitch a two in the face I rock yellow gold, fuck hella hoes Rock Maison Martin Margiela clothes I tell a ho like I'm sellin' O's Look, once I bag it I let it go I floss up with the top off, I boss up like the top office This bitch hop off of ya knockoffs We make movies, no box office I slide off with a brunette, wake up with a few blondes My hoes do Louboutins, your hoes do futons Ride with no roof on If I hit, my man hit like we buy hoes on Groupons Let me fuck you to my new song I'm a beat it 'til I break it, beat it 'til I break it, woah ('til I break it) If that thing fat, go on, shake it ho (go on, shake it ho) Beat it 'til I break it, beat it 'til I break it, woah ('til I break it) If that thing fat, go on, shake it ho We ain't trippin' cause them lames, can't fade us Mind your business, get your change, can't fade us Nah, nah, they can't fade us You can't fade us No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no They can't fade us, can't fade us I don't scoop a hoochie, unless she got a floosie wit' her too They'll Daffy Ducky you to come and get Goofy with the crew Naw, my shoe ain't Gucci, but I'm Gucci with the shoe Yeah, there's bodies in my trunk and my roof be in it too I got nine hustles I'm tryin' to juggle to make the profit double You try to jungle, I'll hit your head, do my time humble Squad tight, they talk white like Bryant Gumbel Count the money, no time to duffle I paper bag it, drop the top, I paper tag it Got a new Glock and I'm laser taggin' I made it happen like two blondes, woke up with a brunette My favorite things; new shoes, new sex, new checks We all got on V-necks, but you should do the crew next Ooh, yes, give me head first like a suplex Cause I just wanna I'm a beat it 'til I break it, beat it 'til I break it, woah ('til I break it) If that thing fat, go on, shake it ho (go on shake it) Beat it 'til I break it, beat it 'til I break it, woah ('til I break it) If that thing fat, go on, shake it ho We ain't trippin' cause them lames, can't fade us Mind your business, get your change, can't fade us Nah, nah, they can't fade us You can't fade us No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no They can't fade us, can't fade us (oh yeah) Yeah, yeah Beat it 'til I break it, beat it 'til I break it, woah ('til I break it) If that thing fat, go on, shake it ho (go on, shake it ho) You ain't camera shy, take a picture, trick (take a picture, trick) I'm just tryin' to come through a visit when you ain't busy You got your homegirls, I got my homeboys wit' me We them boys from the city, yeah, I run my city And when I come to your hood, I got some real ones with me Yeah, I've been grindin' all day and night Tryin' to make sure I get it right (oh yeah) Get her tight, make it go "good night" Eh, put her out, candle light Can't fade us, can't fade us Nah, nah they can't fade us Can't fade us No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no They can't fade us, can't fade us (oh yeah) Yeah yeah I'm a beat it 'til I break it, beat it 'til I break it, woah ('til I break it) If that thing fat, go on, shake it ho (go on, shake it ho) Beat it 'til I break it, beat it 'til I break it, woah ('til I break it) If that thing fat, go on, shake it ho We ain't trippin' cause them lames Mind your business, get your change

kali yuga

I used to have a bitch, now she ain't shit I burned that black track jacket that I ate her in I copped a new one 'cause I finally got a little ends Just leave me 'lone, leave me 'lone, I'm tryin' not to sin I'm tryin' to find a way up out of this fucking rut I'm in I thought about taking my life on Periscope but thought again I'm reading shit from kids that tell me they just want to quit You're not alone, not alone, I feel like dying I'm waking up alone and trying to find a reason why To get up out my sheets and go on outside and feel daylight Please tell me why I'm feelin' this way all the sudden? I was so fine But what goes up inevitably comes down and things divide You think I worship Satan? Bitch I am a Thelemite Do what thou wilt, no dogma can close my wide open eyes I'm sick of humankind, I'm always looking at the sky I know no God is present, but it doesn't hurt to try (Yeah, still spinning) No love, no life Deep in abyss I kreep, no sleep 'till I'm motherfuckin' six-feet deep I'ma keep low-key No love, no life Nevermind, cremate me Scatter my ashes all over the Mediterranean Sea No love, no life Deep in abyss I kreep, no sleep 'till I'm motherfuckin' six-feet deep I'ma keep low-key No love, no life Nevermind, cremate me Scatter my ashes all over the Mediterranean Sea

class room intro

Intro: Good Morning boys and girls, I'm your substitute teacher, Mr. Buckwort. The topic fo' today is, what you wanna be when you grow up. You, over there in the jean shirt, what you wanna be when you grow up? "I wanna be a police officer" Alright, that's a pretty good profession You over there in that black shirt, what you wanna be when you grow up? "I would like to be a fire man" Alright, that's a pretty good profession too Hey, you in the back with those french braids, what's yo name? "My name is Snoop" Alright Snoop, what you wanna be when you grow up? "I wanna be a motherfuckin hustla, ya betta ask somebody"

girls girls boys

I don't want to hear you got a boyfriend Sometimes you're better off alone But if you change your mind you know where I am Yeah, if you change your mind you know where to find me But I don't ever want to be your boyfriend And never did I think that I Would be caught in the way you got me Push another girl aside and just give in Girls love girls and boys Sophisticated Manipulated Girls love girls and boys Sophisticated Manipulated And never did I think that I Would be caught in the way you got me But girls love girls and boys And love is not a choice Pose, you've gotta save your reputation They're close to finding out about your girlfriend But if you change your mind you know where I am Yeah, if you change your mind you know where to find me But I don't want to save your reputation And never did I think that I Would be caught in the way you got me Push another girl aside and just give in Girls love girls and boys Sophisticated Manipulated Girls love girls and boys Sophisticated Manipulated And never did I think that I Would be caught in the way you got me But girls love girls and boys And love is not a choice I'm just a villain vying for attention from a girl A girl who can't decide And here's the reason why Girls love girls and boys Girls love girls and boys Girls love girls and boys Sophisticated Manipulated Girls love girls and boys Sophisticated Manipulated And never did I think that I Would be caught in the way you got me But girls love girls and boys And love is not a choice

torture chamber

Yeah the Koopsta Knicca Tape The Devils Playground But this time we gon drop a verse (Mystic mystic mystic) For you bitches on our dick Mystic stylez of the ancient mutilations (lations, lations) Mystic, Mystic, M-Mystic stylez of the ancient mutilations (lations, lations) Mystic, Mystic, M-Mystic stylez of the ancient mutilations (lations, lations) Mystic, Mystic, M-Mystic stylez of the ancient mutilations Torture chambers filled with corpses in my basement Mystic stylez of the ancient mutilations Torture chambers filled with corpses in my basement Torture, torture, chambers filled with corpses in my Torture, torture, chambers filled with corpses in my Torture, torture, chambers filled with corpses in my Torture, torture, chambers filled with corpses in my Here 'dem come waitin' to come Say is it the sun if the rain don't come In the middle of the ocean oh so lonely Heyday here she blows Oh, Lord! Someone save me Where, which way to go Most faded massive Satan ships totally sinking Man which is it it Koop's My tender skies is gettin' darky Darkness overhead, wicked ideas In too deep ride with me, bloody seven seas Man to be wicked do now Tell me what must I do Gotta get my sentries blessed them dead Or the Koopsta's through I LOVE YOU! SHOULD MY SHIP SINK? (Don't drop it cuz they ain't ready fa ya Koop) SHOULD MY SHIP SINK? (Man fuck that shit they scared of the Triple 6) SHOULD MY SHIP SINK? (But we gon drop it anyway cuz y'all love us Y'all haters) The message of thy ship sinkin' and we losin' thy crew Mane do unto the others as shall have them done to you Torture, torture, chambers filled with corpses in my Torture, torture, chambers filled with corpses in my Torture, torture, chambers filled with corpses in my Torture, torture, chambers filled with M-Mystic stylez of the ancient mutilations Torture chambers filled with corpses in my basement Mystic stylez of the ancient mutilations Torture chambers filled with corpses in my basement Mystic stylez of the ancient mutilations Torture chambers filled with corpses in my basement Mystic stylez of the ancient mutilations Torture chambers filled with corpses in my basement Mystic stylez of the ancient mutilations Torture chambers filled with corpses in my basement

hiding

What do you want? What do you want? What do you want? What do you want? What do you want? What do you want? What do you want? What do you want? I got choppers, I got gwala I got partners, send you to the doctor I got guns, singing like opera And my partners, they got money We ain't for nu-uh Fuck ya momma, fuck ya poppa What the fuck you doing, if you ain't getting money? Bitch I'm 3hunna, my niggas riding And we sliding, bitch we ain't hiding I got my pistol, that's my issue My pistol get you, it got that grip too I shoot it at you, them bullets catch you And now you're done, you couldn't wrestle All of these niggas, they pretenders Act like they with you, they out to get you So don't trust them, so don't love them They want your spot, they want your hustle You flex and they want your muscle Rings on all ten hands and they want your knuckle Bitches calling me, they want my time But I'm chasing all this money runnin' I got choppers, I got gwala I got partners, send you to the doctor I got guns, singing like opera And my partners, they got money We ain't for nu-uh Fuck ya momma, fuck ya poppa What the fuck you doing, if you ain't getting money? Bitch I'm 3hunna, my niggas riding And we sliding, bitch we ain't hiding What do you want? Where are you going? What you doing, if you ain't getting money? I'm smoking ganja, I'm counting commas I got my llama, so nigga don't try us I'm blasting at you, I'm laughing at you Flexing throwing cash up on your bitch And throwing cash up at you I threw some cash up at you Cause you need to catch up You full of mayonnaise, I'll let Nina red ya You in the red line, that's the dead line You ain't got my money on time Then that's your head mon Bumbaclottin', Rasta-rockin' Rastafari mothafucka, damn near lion I got choppers, I got gwala I got partners, send you to the doctor I got guns, singing like opera And my partners, they got money We ain't for nu-uh Fuck ya momma, fuck ya poppa What the fuck you doing, if you ain't getting money? Bitch I'm 3hunna, my niggas riding And we sliding, bitch we ain't hiding

karate chop

You know, This just some real nigga shit, a real nigga story You know what I'm saying? Slang a bunch of narcotics Pull up in the new 'rrari Livin' like John Gotti Choppin' bricks like karate Drink a bunch of codeine Serve it to the dope fiends Blowin' money, stay clean Michael Jackson, Billie Jean Got a Panamera round a young nigga neck Got a young bitch pulling up in a 'Vette Smoke a lot of kush & I have a lot of sex Had to beat the grind up, ran up my check Picture nigga getting money, nigga get back (back) Roll a blunt of chronic, nigga sell a lot of crack (crack) You can hit a nigga line, order what you want I can whoop a Maserati, pulling up a donk (donk) 50,000 on yo watch, young nigga splurge (splurge) Pop a ace of spade bottle, sip a lot of syrup (syrup) Keep a young nigga workin' that'll bust a k (k) I'mma take a phone call, hustle everyday (everyday) Slang a bunch of narcotics (then what) Pull up in that new rarri (yea) Living like John Gotti (the mob) Chopping bricks like karate (chwaaa) (chwaaa) Drink a bunch of codeine (drank) Serving to the dope fiends (they smokers) Blowing money, stay clean (free bands) Michael Jackson, Billy Jean Whipping up a cake, just to go and snatch a spider (spider) Young nigga play with ki's, (ki's) like a type writer Al Capone, John Gotti was a nigga idol I was never snitching, I can put it on the Bible In a 4 door Bimmer, driving with a rifle Nigga where you at, (at) nigga we go pull up on ya Young Bitch looking like Janet in the 80's (80's) We was grinding up from two and a baby (oh) Got the girl dripping wet like a jerry curl (curl) Got a styrofoam cup and its full of syrup Send it over from New Mexico & Let me Work (lets work) I can get 36 for a clean shirt (shirt) Slang a bunch of narcotics (then what) Pull up in that new rarri (yea) Living like John Gotti (the mob) Chopping bricks like karate (chwaaa) (chwaaa) Drink a bunch of codeine (drank) Serving to the dope fiends (they smokers) (yeah) Blowing money, stay clean (free bands) Michael Jackson, Billy Jean (jean) (jean) Who bad Pop a lot of pain pills (pills) Bout to put rims on my skateboard wheels (wheels) Yeah... Beat that pussy up like Emmett Till Yeah... Two cell phones ringin' at the same time (same time) That's your ho, (ho ho) callin' from two different phones (different phones) Tell that bitch "leave me the fuck alone!" (fuck alone!) See, you fuck her wrong, (fuck her wrong) and I fuck her long (fuck her long) I got a love-hate relationship with Molly (Molly) I'd rather pop an ollie, (ollie) and my dick is a trolly Boy, I'll bury you like Halle (Halle) And these hoes say I'm blind Cause I don't see nothin' wrong with a little bump and grind (bump and grind) Man I just received a package (package) Them other niggas taxin' (taxin') And my pockets so fat, (fat) I'm startin' to feel contractions And my cousin went to jail for them chickens And he already home and that nigga must be snitchin' Cut him off like karate! (like karate!) Pull up, serve you in my Rari' Money like Im Frank Matthews Killers around me like I'm Gotti If I tricked you, know Im sorry I be fresh don't need no stylist I be geeking on them mollies Sell remix dont sell no cleans My hand like a triple beam I got workers like machine All I do is sell dreams Half my niggas serve fiends I get up and then I lean Slang a bunch of narcotics (then what) Pull up in that new rarri (yea) Living like John Gotti (the mob) Chopping bricks like karate (chwaaa) Drink a bunch of codeine (drank) Serving to the dope fiends (they smokers) Blowing money, stay clean (free bands) Michael Jackson, Billy Jean Who bad, who bad, who bad

your lifes on the line

Nobody likes me Nobody likes me, but that's okay 'Cause I don't like y'all anyway Man, I don't like y'all anyway Fuck all y'all! I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me My gat talk for me, BOW! What up, homie? Them bitches who don't know me, they wanna blow me 'Cause the shit I floss with be saying a lot for me I came in the rap humble, I don't give a fuck now I'll serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Coke price go up, capsules come down The Ds run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found Niggas who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracs They keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack (Yeah!) When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to I'll have the paramedics wrapping your fucking head like a Hindu Look, I ain't going nowhere so get used to me OG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope The nigga that shot dice, went broke, and sold soap The thug that pop shit, the thug that pop clips The thug that went from three and a half to a whole brick Nigga ain't in his right mind going against me My pictures painted through words, I make a blind man see (Woo!) Scream murda, I don't believe you Murda, fuck around and leave you Murda, I don't believe you Murda, murda, your life's on the line Y'all niggas don't want no part of me You tryna figure out how y'all started me You gon' make me catch you on a late night Pop shots with the fifth and slide off in the six I'm not a marksman while sparking, so I spray random Not a pretty nigga, but my moms think I'm handsome I hate to hear "he say, she say" shit Unless he say she said she on my dick It's no coincidence, niggas who fuck with me get shot up (Blat!) Do it Cali style, drive by and tear ya block up You soft, duke, you putting up a crazy front I stay with the Mac cause niggas tried to blaze me once In the hood, they like, "Damn, 50 really spit it on 'em" "You heard that shit?" "Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em" Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none You're just a small player in this game, play your part, son Scream murda, I don't believe you Murda, fuck around and leave you Murda, I don't believe you Murda, murda, your life's on the line These cats always escape reality when they rhyme (Uh-huh, uh-huh) That's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes (Yeah!) Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car NASCAR, truck with a crash bar And TVs in the dash, paw See 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa (Hahaha) I catch stunts when I ain't trying, I ain't lying I sip Dom P til I spit up, keep my wrist lit up Get outta line, I get you hit up (Woo!) Now if you say my name in your rhyme You better watch what you say You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away Now here's a list of MCs that can kill you in eight bars 50, um... Jay-Z and Nas I'ma say this shit now and never again We ain't buddies, we ain't partners, and we damn sure ain't friends The games you playing, you get killed like that Acting like you all hard, you ain't built like that See me when you see me, nigga! WHAT! Scream murder, I don't believe you Murda, fuck around and leave you Murda, I don't believe you Murda, murda, your life's on the line Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me You tryna figure out how y'all started me You gon' make me catch you on a late night Pop shots with the fifth and slide off in the six

need a lighter

I like my bitches bossy This Lacoste fit, it cost me A couple grammys on me now, I'm tryna get 'em off me I'm tryna get a Grammy And beach house in Miami My bitch might need a Beamer Right now she drive a Camry That hundred round like family I ride around with it Might hit a lick and smoke a pound I'm really down with it If I see them lights flash I'ma down hill it That mean I ain't stoppin', turn up like I ain't poppin' Nigga who is you and where you from? you ain't poppin' Fuck you call this phone for if you ain't shopping Rather not do club hopping, I like bank hopping Walk out that bitch with them bags like I'm bank robbing Don't compare us to these niggas cause they ain't mobbing They starving, bitch I'm cooking like I'm J. Harden Watch young nigga go and get it quick as clay hardens If you ain't getting digits, nigga say nothing We got the all the drugs, we just need the lighters We got army guns like the fucking fighters Let that bitch convince me, pop a half, I might swerve Talk her out her panties if I say the right words Promise I don't think I could get any higher Had to write a thank you note to my supplier Please don't cut them lights on when I'm riding by, sir Please don't cut them lights on, I am smoking fire Cut the lights on, fuck it, cut the lights off, diamonds lit Couple VVS's on my neck the way my diamonds hit I was 13, robbin' niggas, drinking that brown bitch Riding in a drop with a Glock and a fucking stick VVS all on my neck, hold up 100 round drum in that TEC, hold up Pull up on you in a 'Vette, hold up Pull up, bitches break their neck, hold up Pull up on you in a ghost, hold up Pull up, break your bitch's throat, hold up Niggas think I make money rapping but bitch I'm still selling dope I'm in DC with my nigga Lightshow Went to Avianne now my fucking ice glow And I keep a pistol everywhere that I go I don't need no fucking shooter, young Savage gon' blow We got the all the drugs, we just need the lighters We got army guns like the fucking fighters Let that bitch convince me, pop a half, I might swerve Talk her out her panties if I say the right words Promise I don't think I could get any higher Had to write a thank you note to my supplier Please don't cut them lights on when I'm riding by, sir Please don't cut them lights on, I am smoking fire Please don't hit the lights, that shit is bright Please don't hit the lights, this prescription in my Sprite Please don't hit the lights, chopper on the seat inside Please don't hit the lights, I might have to spend the night At the jailhouse, wait inside that bitch 'til I get bailed out Outed by a black cop, damn he a sellout Most these niggas rats, they walkin' 'round here with they tail out Ain't eyeballing shit, I whip this motherfucking scale out I thank god for rap but I'm a motherfucking trap god Lot of niggas down so my first speed dial is my strap guy I didn't go to college, I rap automatics, cap guys Finna pull up really really deep like a capper We get product and we split that shit up like a hot pie My bitch like to cook, hope she put lobster in the potpie AR-15 bullet 'bout the same length as a hot fry Wore that bitch's own designer bag like a fly guy We got the all the drugs, we just need the lighters We got army guns like the fucking fighters Let that bitch convince me, pop a half, I might swerve Talk her out her panties if I say the right words Promise I don't think I could get any higher Had to write a thank you note to my supplier Please don't cut them lights on when I'm riding by, sir Please don't cut them lights on, I am smoking fire

thumbin

Yeeaahh..! You know I had to fuck with my nigga's shit You know what I'm talking about This is all I do nigga Touch money and touch bitches Talk shit and swallow spit Aaahhhhhhhhhhhh..! Huuh.. She in love with my hustle, the Lamborghini, the 'Rari I put TVs in the back.. Sega, Dreamcast, and Atari Play with it! I'm blowing loud, smoking out a trash bag Tony Montana real estate, go check my lap back I'mma back to back like we riding through Bahgdad Got them choppas gold plated, bitch nigga back back I met her on the pole, I let her ride I let her see some cake, I know I'm out of sight Thumbin' through the check, thumbin' through the check Three hundred on my wrist, swear to God I won't confess Thumbin' through the check, thumbin' through the check Three hundred on my wrist, another hundred on my neck Up in every early morning man I gotta Fuck a money machine that's what I do I sell a bit then finger-fuck through it Bet my most everything I do since I was two I don't know about you though but I'm gone do it That's all I love to do That's all I wanna do All day, every day (Ayy!) Thumb through that check, make sure its adding up Thumb through that check, rubber band then bag it up Thumb through that check, I don't know yo ass like that Ain't no disrespect, make sure it ain't counter-feit I gotta thumb through that check, make sure its correct You know these niggas be playin' games but we ain't goin' for that Thumb through that check, he playin', I pay a bounty Quick a picker upper, bitch I'm from Fulton County Thumb through that check, on everything I love I'm shaking booty gov. my favorite club the booty club Thumb thru that check, I swear this shit so fun Stack them hundreds, fiftys, twentys spending tens, fives, and ones (Ayy!) I just juuged a million dollars, thumb through it all in 60 seconds Count it all with one hand, finessing, thrumbin through the check Brick fare, I thrumb through it Freebands, I thumb through em Sleepin' thumbin through the check, got money in every room Future up in Pluto thumbin' through checks throwing them down on you Check in my pocket, shit taller than you Thumb through the check, thumb through the check I just fucked yo bitch, I ain't give that ho no check 70-thousand round my neck, that's another check Pull up at the dealer, let em thumb through the check Thumb through the check, finesse, finesse, finesse! Thumb through it, blow it, juug that shit right back!

nights

Right here face to face in your sheets We're tucked underneath all these city street lights Where everything starts with your kiss Didn't I do it all for the nights like this So I... What's a little liquor to a cold heart? What's a little pill but a little number feeling now It can never end if it don't start You can never do it all, if you are never willing uh Hold up I think my phone vibratin' Slow up I think the whole world hatin' Came up and now the whole view changin' I've been up on game, I've just been waiting What's a little change to a pocket full? What's a little party when the work already done You got that drink up in your system and it's audible Words are getting slurred and now your vision kinda trippin' If it's vibes you want then it's vibes you get What you want, baby I'll do that Glad you chose to be my new friend What you tryna be and what's next? Right here face to face in your sheets We're tucked underneath all these city street lights Where everything starts with your kiss Didn't I do it all for the nights like this Then let it end on a night like this On a night like this On a night like this On a night like... What's a little liquor when you're feeling uncomfortable What's a little high when you've been feeling so fuckin' low Cause I've done told you If it's vibes you want then it's vibes you get I've been on you since I walked in I can tell that you wanna come with me, what's poppin' then? Don't gotta tell me 'bout your past, tell me 'bout your future Got me feelin' sleepy, I've been fuckin' with them two cups You done did it, I've been with it Henny in your glass and you're babysitting, kill it It ain't really nothin' but I'm on, yeah You know latin girls and that Patron And oh my god I'm talkin Wonder if you've got someone at home, yeah I know how it go when I'm on tour and got me watchin' If it's vibes you want then it's vibes, yeah We can go and hit the valet park, yeah All I'm tryna do is get home and get comfortable When the light is so bright You get a little bit Little bit blinded When you're lifted so high You falling feels like flying When you're lost in those eyes Feels like you might be gone forever So, one last kiss Then let it end on a night like this On a night like this On a night like this (On a night like) On a night like this On a night like this On a night like this (On a night like) Now let it end on a night like this On a night like this On a night like this Baby I could change your life, that's if you let me, yeah I could let you spend the night, that's off the record What you say, what you say, what you say? What's your name, what's your name, what's your name? Baby I could change your life, that's if you let me, yeah I could let you spend the night, that's off the record What you say, what you say, what you say? What's your name, what's your name, what's your name? It ain't really nothin' but I'm on, yeah You know latin girls and that Patron And oh my god I'm talkin Wonder if you've got someone at home, yeah I know how it go when I'm on tour and got me watchin'

standout

Fly bitch and she standout And she never got a hand out I ain’t never been in love, but I love the head And I got a thing for them girls with they own, yeah Yeah, I got a thing for them girls with they own, yeah She got her own style that all these bitches biting at Pull up on me in her own shit, I'm liking that And it's funny how she try to pay when we go out to dinner I never let her, she know she fucking with a real nigga (100) She do her thing, I do my thing and we spend time together I let her know that she can always hit my line whenever (Whenever) And when she hit my line, I’mma take the time To slow it down and see what's up, what's on her mind Cuz I got a She told me bout her last nigga, but that nigga wasn’t me She like the way I talk to her, all I like to do is keep it G He sweating her 'bout where she at, that's something she'll never see But I love the way she take the time to keep up with me And we gonna fight sometimes, well baby that was we suppose to do The fact that I argue with you let's you know I fuck with you When we first started, I didn't think I'd get this close to you But I’m glad I did, I swear the guys I know I got a Sky is the limit that’s what she said The sky is the limit that’s what she say You got money, cool she don't really need it She do her own thing for her own reasons You call her independent that's a understatement She standout and them other hoes hate it You stand in line, but for her, it ain’t no waiting Don’t need a nigga, you can see it in her cadence I got a

only getting younger

While your skin go wrinkle we only getting younger We ride into a peek we can't take this shit no longer Main our mind a lover man a body go weak I got my bloody truth I got my BAS crew with me (me) Walk around with bloody hands I saw you lick it off (off) We gon' keep it dirty just to prove a point (point) Keep it dirty is for truth that my crew hung up Whoa So fuck tomorrow we only getting younger All universe implode in me Up or down in and out no matter G Now stop falling, I smell like a fox Coloring questioning a blank answer box Trip on trigger true, twist a tune, trick a dumb Fresh like a fungus, smelling shit, smelling numb We born together together we keep stronger So fuck tomorrow we only getting younger Fuck tomorrow we only getting younger You to follow we are here to rumble Grab a hand take things too long Drag shit to its fullest blow me right from wrong Stand tall, free I fall, your call, is my ball Now yours, close them doors, get blown, by a force Of truth, missing youth, fuck the shows, Skrillex Haha, loose the goose man (Fuck it) Walk around with bloody hands I saw you lick it off We gon' keep them dirty just to prove a point Main our mind a lover man a body go weak I got my bloody truth I got my BAS crew with me I got my I got my I got my Me and my bitches me and my dogs Dandelion war keep digging streets for gold Feeling kind of tense I need a cup of whiskey My glass is overfull be careful when you pass me We dominate this corner with my BAS family Overtake this blocker with my boom energy Born to be a rocker gotta grow with us Acting like a sucka, suck it up, suck it all, What Walk around with bloody hands I saw you lick it off We gon' keep them dirty just to prove a point Main our mind a lover man a body go weak I got my bloody truth I got my BAS crew with me I got my I got my I got my So fuck tomorrow we only getting younger (younger)

mind control

Riding round so clean I let the bass beat out my speakers Searching for a freak that's geeked and bound to let me tweak Her mind, her mind, her mind, her mind, her mind M-I crooked, I was cooking up an old school Sprinkled it with bad bitch, mixed it up with soul food Put it on a plate with the bass and tweeters For them haters, out here starvin', motherfucker I could feed ya With some game, intergalactic, outer-space for brain Chrome wheel in the water, might just get me in the summer It look good don't it? Throw wood on it, with the golden vogue Love potion on my mind, my pimpin' is an antidote Cooley High, signing booming sign, knocking butters down Crack the curb, like my ship emerged, from the underground One more time, for them folks that know I be shinin' Whippin' wind and reclining, pressin' diamonds While I'm Riding round so clean I let the bass beat out my speakers Searching for a freak that's geeked and bound to let me tweak Her mind, her mind, her mind, her mind, her mind , her mind I got armorall on my tongue, I talk slick Catch a chick without using my hands, master manip Sliding in my SLAB, slapping Big KRIT Woofers in the back, tweeters in the lip Push button secret stash spot for my yammer Yammer mean yissle, pistol, or hammer Blowing veggies, broccoli in the air That's that Cali weed, I know that smell anywhere Mind control, get in the female's head like a Tylenol Body and soul, be about your brinead, increase your bankroll Drink and cheefin', my and my heathens bustin' power moves In the hood, like a mechanic, stickin' to the rules Riding round so clean I let the bass beat out my speakers Searching for a freak that's geeked and bound to let me tweak Her mind, her mind, her mind, her mind, her mind , her mind On a mission, just me and Vincent Your bitch might just come up missin' like the roof Known to talk that player shit mama, that's just how I do My old school look powder blue We pulled up to the Papadeaux poundin' Sat down, ordered the clam chowder I had the lobster bisque I'm what they talkin' 'bout if the topic is Money, clothes, hoes, weed smoke Take your panties off, you don't need those Real niggas stay stuck to the G code Never cheat, never off my feet Never let these niggas see your weakness If I eat then my niggas eat Hit the weed then we hit the sheets That be our little secret Round and round we go Unlock and unload I'll remote control Her mind, her mind Round and round we go Unlock and unload I'll remote control Her mind, her mind Riding round so clean I let the bass beat out my speakers Searching for a freak that's geeked and bound to let me tweak Her mind, her mind, her mind, her mind, her mind , her mind

young nation

Young nation under a groove Keepin' it smooth with a jazz attitude Young nation under a groove Keeping it smooth Young nation under a groove Keepin' it smooth with a jazz attitude Young nation under a groove Keeping it smooth As I'm strolling down the block with really nothing on my mind Laid back and I'm just thinking of old times Pop in a Isley Brothers tape and I'm maxing Peeping through my side view, checking out my waxing Hey, I gotta say Today's a good day for me to live around the way (ho) Time to hit the 6-4 And pump the bass at 'em just to let 'em know Aaliyah's in the house, so I think you'd better check my flow Hello, hello I'm the young nation and young nation is me So here we go, from the 1 the 2 and 2 the 3 Young nation under a groove Keepin' it smooth with a jazz attitude Young nation under a groove Keeping it smooth Young nation under a groove Keepin' it smooth with a jazz attitude Young nation under a groove Keeping it smooth I check my cellular because my beeper's beeping Booty calls are creeping, fellas on the corner peeping Me (wassup); time to set it off And so I pick up my girls and hit the strip just because Jazz array hey, it's Saturday and The sun is blazing, it's so amazing And if you are a YNP And you're rolling with the BGE Congratulations I know I got the skills to make you trip R Kelly's flipping tracks, so grab a hold and don't you slip The negative young nation that steps to me gets dealt with So raise your hands if you're sure Are you a young nation? Young nation under a groove Keepin' it smooth with a jazz attitude Young nation under a groove Keeping it smooth Young nation under a groove Keepin' it smooth with a jazz attitude Young nation under a groove Keeping it smooth Well, 6 o' clock rolls around and now I'm stepping Stop to get some dressing, to the mall I'm flexing You know to get them funky croaka-sacks Tonight I'm hitting the town, ain't holding nothing back Hey, well alright Tonight is the night Well I'm in the mood for celebration Or even some jazzy conversation Hey, it's okay Here I come, so make way I'm the young nation and young nation is me So here we go from the 1 the 2 and 2 the 3 Young nation under a groove Keepin' it smooth with a jazz attitude Young nation under a groove Keeping it smooth Young nation under a groove Keepin' it smooth with a jazz attitude Young nation under a groove Keeping it smooth Young nation under a groove Keepin' it smooth with a jazz attitude Young nation under a groove Keeping it smooth Young nation under a groove Keepin' it smooth with a jazz attitude Young nation under a groove Keeping it smooth Young nation under a groove Keepin' it smooth with a jazz attitude Young nation under a groove Keeping it smooth Young nation under a groove Keepin' it smooth with a jazz attitude Young nation under a groove Keeping it smooth Young nation under a groove Keepin' it smooth with a jazz attitude Young nation under a groove Keeping it smooth Young nation under a groove Keepin' it smooth with a jazz attitude Young nation under a groove Keeping it smooth Hey, it's a great day The lover on the way Young nation

on larry

Ay boy I put this shit on Larry boy on lil' grave boy, on gang Larry, Larry Larry, Larry Larry, Larry Larry, Larry I put this shit on Larry, I never fuckin' lie I put this shit on Larry that I always got the 9 I put that shit on Larry that I'm never finna die My name is Lil Pump, bitch I never fuckin' cry Bitch I'm Larry, bitch I'm Larry Bitch I'm Larry, bitch I'm Larry Bitch I'm Larry, bitch I'm Larry Bitch I'm Larry, bitch I'm Larry Yeah I'm fuckin' flexing with your bitch, you know I be like Larry Flexing with your ho, bitch I just been feelin' like Larry Walking to the strip, bitch I'm feeling like I'm Larry 40 on my back, bitch I'm feeling like I'm Gary My name is Lil Pump and you know I'm selling meth My name is Lil Pump 'cause I always got the tec Ok, Lil pump be flexing boy, you know I flex like Larry Once I hit the dab, I fuck your bitch I feel like Larry I'm flexing with my teams, all in your hood just like Larry I just fucked your bitch and the sight look scary I put this shit on Larry, I never fuckin' lie I put this shit on Larry that I always got the 9 I put that shit on Larry that I'm never finna die My name is Lil Pump, bitch I never fuckin' cry Bitch I'm Larry, bitch I'm Larry Bitch I'm Larry, bitch I'm Larry Bitch I'm Larry, bitch I'm Larry Bitch I'm Larry, bitch I'm Larry Yeah I'm fuckin' flexing with your bitch, you know I be like Larry Flexing with your ho, bitch I just been feelin' like Larry

bitch

J'suis dans la kitchen (bitch), appelle-moi "Teacher" (bitch) Tu prends des pictures (flash), prends pas l'habitude (bitch) J'suis dans la kitchen (bitch), appelle-moi "Teacher" (bitch) Tu prends des pictures (flash), prends pas l'habitude (bitch) J'regarde les Hommes se faire du sale, se faire du sale, se baratiner Ça m'fait d'la peine, j'le montre pas, j'en ai la poitrine égratignée Tous à la r'cherche d'un petit coin, d'un petit coin de paradis, ouais Beaucoup de gens remplis de seum veulent à tout prix te parasiter (te parasiter) La jalousie : sans aucun doute une maladie, ouais (une maladie, ouais) J'ai toujours pas trouvé l'remède pour l'éradiquer (nan) Beaucoup d'adultes sont des enfants très mal éduqués (très mal éduqués) Les suicidaires feraient mieux de s'éloigner du quai Tu peux pas m'briser l'cœur (nan, nan), j'en ai plus, ça fait longtemps (ouais, ouais) C'est qu'du business, on n'a pas b'soin d'être potes, fais voir les montants (cash) J'leur fais peur, comme d'habitude (ouais), ils f'ront semblant d'pas m'entendre (nan) Maman, pardon si, dans mon album, y'a pas qu'des mots tendres Et j'ai pas vraiment l'choix, faut qu'j'les choque (choque) ; pas vraiment l'choix, faut qu'j'les shoot (piou) Tant qu'j'ai pas fini l'job (han), j'reste à mon poste comme un chouf Dans mon oreille, ils chuchotent (han) : "En vérité, c'est toi l'plus chaud" Alors qu'ils ont des goûts d'chiotte, alors qu'ils ont même pas vu l'show Ouais, j'ai rêvé d'être un monument (ouais) sans passer par les armes et leur maniement (ouais) Dieu merci, j'ai pris d'la money, man (chu) : quand t'entends ça, tu veux mon num', hein ? (ouais, ouais) Quand t'entends ça, t'es de bonne humeur (ouais) : tu vois, c'est pour ça, j'aime pas l'humain (ouais, ouais) Cerveau ne tourne pas normalement (nan) tant qu'il n'a pas d'argent dans les mains (ouais, ouais) Chaque année, y'a dix nouvelles stars (ouais), des équipes entières qui brainstorment (ouais) Pourquoi j's'rai en compét' avec eux ? Chacun son tour : moi, j'l'ai d'jà vécu J'ai jamais vraiment trippé sur la fame, j'aime pas trop qu'on vienne me laver l'cul (nan) C'qui m'fait tripper, c'est d'être sur la scène et chanter chaque chanson comme si j'en avais qu'une J'regarde les Hommes se faire du sale, se faire du sale, se baratiner Ça m'fait d'la peine, j'le montre pas, j'en ai la poitrine égratignée Tous à la r'cherche d'un petit coin, d'un petit coin de paradis, ouais Beaucoup de gens remplis de seum veulent à tout prix te parasiter (te parasiter) La jalousie : sans aucun doute une maladie, ouais (une maladie, ouais) J'ai toujours pas trouvé l'remède pour l'éradiquer (nan) Beaucoup d'adultes sont des enfants très mal éduqués (très mal éduqués) Les suicidaires feraient mieux de s'éloigner du quai J'suis à la r'cherche d'un dernier point, d'un dernier foin pour le paradis Bientôt dix ans que j'ai plus d'vie ; tous ces millions, c'est pas d'la magie Noire (noire) J'suis enfin michtonnable (na) Tout a changé, j'ai tout arrangé ; on m'draguait pas, maint'nant on m'harcèle Même dans la street comme Tonton Marcel, j'reste dans mon coin, j'veux pas m'mélanger J'suis dans mon bain, faisant mon pain, j'fais bégayer la boulangère J'levais la main, on m'donnait rien, on m'rassurait en courant d'air (hey) Maint'nant, j'veux plus m'arrêter ; cavu apprêté devant la rétine Pour ça qu'je ré-ti et re-re-ré-ti, Gucci à 2k que je revêtis Petit, quand j'arrive, fais-toi plus petit ; j'suis sans pitié comme la célébrité J'me fais sucer, c'est la base du métier ; va t'faire enculer, c'est là-bas, l'amitié (hmm) Donne-moi ma dose ou la balle va riper, l'album va leaker Touche à mon buzz et fais-moi paniquer : je vais m'appliquer, sûrement disséquer Voir d'où vient le mal (ya ya) ; de-Val et Lefa combattent le ble-Dia Touche pas la peacock, y'a pas d'antidote, non J'regarde les Hommes se faire du sale, se faire du sale, se baratiner Ça m'fait d'la peine, j'le montre pas, j'en ai la poitrine égratignée Tous à la r'cherche d'un petit coin, d'un petit coin de paradis, ouais Beaucoup de gens remplis de seum veulent à tout prix te parasiter (te parasiter) La jalousie : sans aucun doute une maladie, ouais (une maladie, ouais) J'ai toujours pas trouvé l'remède pour l'éradiquer (nan) Beaucoup d'adultes sont des enfants très mal éduqués (très mal éduqués) Les suicidaires feraient mieux de s'éloigner du quai C'est p't-être dingue mais j'veux être partout en m'montrant le moins possible Qu'est-ce que j'foutrais seul au sommet ? J'veux qu'la famille grimpe aussi Boy, la musique, c'est des cycles ; c'qui t'fait survivre, c'est les singles J'ai décidé d'streamer sans enfiler d'string Victoria Secret C'est p't-être dingue mais j'veux être partout en m'montrant le moins possible Qu'est-ce que j'foutrais seul au sommet ? J'veux qu'la famille grimpe aussi Y'a du de-mon, c'est le foutoir, chaque année, faut s'imposer Si j'fais pas trop d'interview, c'est qu'j'préfère laisser l'son causer

midget cough

Yeah It’s me I’m here Swerve Light it Yo I’m on the PCH, smokin’ THC With the team, money be the dream I take it multicolor baby, it ain’t gotta be green On the other side of earth with the queen, I’m from Queens Shit, 3 different types of forks for a Monday lunch Tamarind punch, higher than a javelin jump Italian sluts, my whole battalion is nuts We rock medallions and such Don’t even step within six feet of my presence Leave you open like the desert, Def Leopard, Fresh pepper Did I mention, steer the whip with one arm like Jim Abbott Chocolate sauce over thin rabbit If these opportunities arose before we would’ve been had it Shorty sniffing haddock in the attic I been an addict in these streets, in my pants I’ve even shatted Then sat in it, sadly Two things about to cop a few rings And eat paper thin slices of the Blue Ling Shoot eagles on a Jack Nicklaus course, Porsche with the triple exhaust Seats soft like a midget’s cough *coughs* Yeah, let’s hear that fly shit *coughs* Yeah man Oh fuck I never thought that this could be my life Russian mistress and Parisian wife Always seasoned rice, the animals you find in the jungle on the table sculpted in ice Throw the dice Leg drop after a big boot 1, 2, 3, it’s over, slide in the mint coupe Dive out the chopper in the water, uh No splash, Olympic shit Ayo, the spliff look like a shrimp when it shit Smoke the shark, Greg Norman shit, me and Robert Horry in a foreign whip Motherfucka I was born to live And born to fuck a lot of pussy without spawning kids It’s me

lucid dreams

Enviyon on the mix No, no, no, no No-no, no, no, no No, no, no, no, no No, no, no, no I still see your shadows in my room Can't take back the love that I gave you It's to the point where I love and I hate you And I cannot change you, so I must replace you, oh Easier said than done, I thought you were the one Listenin' to my heart instead of my head You found another one, but I am the better one I won't let you forget me I still see your shadows in my room Can't take back the love that I gave you It's to the point where I love and I hate you And I cannot change you, so I must replace you, oh Easier said than done, I thought you were the one Listenin' to my heart instead of my head You found another one, but I am the better one I won't let you forget me You left me falling and landing inside my grave I know that you want me dead I take prescriptions to make me feel a-okay I know it's all in my head I have these lucid dreams where I can't move a thing Thinking of you in my bed You were my everything Thoughts of a wedding ring Now I'm just better off dead (Uh, uh, uh) I'll do it over again I didn't want it to end I watch it blow in the wind I should've listened to my friends Leave this shit in the past, but I want it to last You were made outta plastic, fake I was tangled up in your drastic ways Who knew evil girls had the prettiest face? You gave me a heart that was full of mistakes I gave you my heart and you made heart break You made my heart break You made my heart ache (I still see your shadows in my room) You made my heart break You made my heart ache (Can't take back the love that I gave you) You made my heart break (Were made outta plastic, fake) You made my heart ache (I still see your shadows in my room) You made my heart break again (I was tangled up in your drastic ways) (Who knew evil girls had the prettiest face?) I still see your shadows in my room Can't take back the love that I gave you It's to the point where I love and I hate you And I cannot change you, so I must replace you, oh Easier said than done, I thought you were the one Listenin' to my heart instead of my head You found another one, but I am the better one I won't let you forget me I still see your shadows in my room Can't take back the love that I gave you It's to the point where I love and I hate you And I cannot change you, so I must replace you, oh Easier said than done, I thought you were the one Listenin' to my heart instead of my head You found another one, but I am the better one I won't let you forget me Leave this shit in the past, but I want it to last You were made outta plastic, fake I was tangled up in your drastic ways Who knew evil girls had the prettiest face? Easier said than done, I thought you were... ...instead of my head You found another... ...better one I won't let you forget me

rotten souls

They're here! Uh, Lil fucking Uzi the Antichrist Black $uede Bitch, I got my Glock cocked When you hear that knock, knock, knock Death at the door, telling you, "it's time to close shop!" So you drop to your knees, begging please to stop But he's not, it's inevitable Leave you dead on the floor Bitch, I got that motherfuckin' dead president flow More Benjamins, hoe Yeah, I'll go to your show because attendance is low (Excuse me, excuse me!) Matter fact, fuck that Bring a backpack full of crack wrapped in dynamite Hand it out that Friday night Sure enough, got you fans hooked Only way you were going to blow up, motherfucker I'm G*59 signed Crime don't pay, but I will pay for the crime, uh Got the Devil on my side Yeah, we kick it all the time I'm the one who told him that God was a bitch Fuck him, let's ride Grab that cross and flip it around Drive into town like, "Whats up? We down" Yung God! I'm the one that nailed Jesus to the cross, you feel me? I'm fucking Pontius Pilate TRAP HOUSE $CRIM! I'm pissin' on crosses in churches Chrome to your dome, and I murk ya' Twenty deep when we ride that excursion I'm itchin' for death and I'm lurkin' Life full of sin Chalk on cement Momma be begging, "don't do drugs again!" Murder something, hearse full of friends Snatching up purses, and kicking doors in 187, gripping MAC-11 You wanna find out if all dogs go to heaven? Gold on my chain, drugs in my brain I'm slicing my wrist with the mental deranged $crimmy insane Dope got me numb West Bank sewers where I crawled out from Smoke in my lungs, I'm about to blackout Got a bottle full of Roofies that I'm about to pass out Coke I be sniffing Lean I be sipping Trying to OD, 'cause that's always my mission Drug-fueled demon Got to stay stoned Walk up in hell, like, "Hey Honey, I'm home!"

drink up

I ain't never givin' drink up I ain't never givin' drink up I ain't never givin' drink up Just fill my drink up Why they sippin'? (Why?) Because it's their decision Why they got the bottles and models around 'em thizzin'? (Why?) Because they make a livin' Why they starin' at us like all of 'em want a whippin'? (Why?) Because them niggas trippin' Why they gotta flex and be put into that position? (Why?) 'Cause drunk is their condition Mind toll, sleepin' is when I'm through Then it's never mind you, off the wine brew Hard liquor, mixin', you wishin' for a thicken, that'll be a fine screw Wakin' and perkin' off my medicine, shovin' mimosas up in my head again Tell me to slow up, bitch I'm a veteran, I'ma get it bouncin' Just when they comin' at me with counselin' Please sound the horn for this public announcement I ain't never givin' drink up I ain't never givin' drink up I ain't never givin' drink up Just fill my drink up Why they hatin' (Why?) 'Cause we fuckin' amazin' Why they lookin' at us with serious aggravation (Why?) 'Cause they got limitations Why they wanna scrap with us 'cause the money we makin' (Why?) They got no education Why they women leave' em to get with our congregation (Why?) Because them niggas fake and we been awake And when this kid bite me, trippin', he did try me Had to crack 'em, had to get scrappy in this bizz naive I spin his hair right around, yes I did my G He wanted to run up and get with the gun up because it was whizz by me Did your man 'cause she's a fan and hold my biz highly Doin' any and every to score like she is Kyrie In a drunken stupor, she hit me with the kwizzz whyme 'Cause we saw you can't handle liquor and hold a bwizz flylie You bwi I ain't never givin' drink up I ain't never givin' drink up I ain't never givin' drink up Just fill my drink up Why we buzzin'? (Why?) Because we steady chuggin' Now we leave the spot and we gotta go get to grubbin'? (Why?) 'Cause we hungry all of a sudden Why they get the table across the way hella muggin'? (Why?) Because they think they thuggin' Why y'all want the nook and not trippin' out over nothin'? (Why?) Because I am McLovin Girl I'm tryna smash, so just hit the gas Inebriated, we made it straight to the pad I know you probably heard that I am the bag I make hella cash and I do everything upper class But what I'm 'bout to do is pour another glass Get a couple of Rice Crispy edibles out the stash (hold up) We's about to have another blast Got up out of her clothes, ready to go and then I crashed (gone) But I ain't never givin' drink up Drink Aribou Cay respon... excessively I ain't never givin' drink up I ain't never givin' drink up La la la la la

we bout that eat the cake

YMCMB, Cash Money Billionaires More cake, more money, more hustle We the business, rich forever Smoking Kush in my condo Bitch I'm ballin' hard, you ain't know? Retro 6′s, new shoe laces At K.O.D. throwin' ones in strippers faces Yeah that Ciroc just got me feeling good You are stuntin' who? Boy I know you wish you could Cash Money, Young Money I got retarded paper, I'm talkin' dumb money Tatted up, it's an Ohio thing I ain't Tity Boi, but I'm rockin' two chains Pour it up, go ‘head and roll it up Walking out the club, drunk as fuck Hey, stuntin' hard, yeah we 'bout that Say you getting money huh? Well I doubt that All I do is ball, everyday Throwin' cake in a nigga face, eat it anyway Hey, stuntin' hard, yeah we 'bout that Say you getting money huh? Well I doubt that All I do is ball, everyday Throwin' cake at the strippers, eat it anyway My lil' brother Marley G be on that drink heavy I run in your fucking mouth at the tooth fairy Yeah bitch it's Tune, I'm dope in the spoon I drive a fast car, that bitch go pumeee What the business is? All my girls pretty Pussy, money, weed, keep the world spinning I ball out like the ninth inning, World Series In the name of the Father, Son, Holy Spirit And the weed strong like a pro wrestler What my pockets on? Nutty Professor Hit the strip club, throw like 20 racks I ain't trippin' baby, I'mma get it back I'm Young Money I'm on one, yeah I'm hot now Tell them hatin' ass niggas pi-pi-pipe down Doing a buck twenty on the highway Thick red bone looking like Beyonce Do it for the O, I gotta represent I hear these clowns talkin' stupid, they ain't makin' sense I got my mind on my money Don't know how to Dougie, but all the bitches love me Wizzle I told y'all before, nobody can't touch us YMCMB (motherfucker) I told y'all before, nobody can't touch us YMCMB (motherfucker) I told y'all before, nobody can't touch us YMCMB (motherfucker) I told y'all before, nobody can't touch us YMCMB (motherfucker)

a world alone

That slow burn wait while it gets dark Bruising the sun I feel grown up with you in your car I know it's dumb We've both got a million bad habits to kick Not sleeping is one We're biting our nails; you're biting my lip I'm biting my tongue But people are talking, people are talking But people are talking, people are talking Raise a glass, 'cause I'm not done saying it They all wanna get rough, get away with it Let 'em talk, 'cause we're dancing in this world alone World alone, we're alone All my fake friends and all of their noise Complain about work They're studying business, I study the floor And you haven't stopped smoking all night Maybe the Internet raised us, or maybe people are jerks (The people are talking, people are talking) But not you (The people are talking, people are talking) Raise a glass, 'cause I'm not done saying it They all wanna get rough, get away with it Let 'em talk, 'cause we're dancing in this world alone World alone, we're alone All the double-edged people and schemes They make a mess, then go home and get clean You're my best friend and we're dancing in a world alone A world alone, we're all alone I know we're not everlasting We're a train wreck waiting to happen One day the blood won't flow so gladly One day we'll all get still, get still (The people are talking, people are talking) (The people are talking, people are talking) (The people are talking, people are talking) (The people are talking, people are talking) Raise a glass, 'cause I'm not done saying it They all wanna get rough, get away with it Let 'em talk, 'cause we're dancing in this world alone World alone, we're alone All the double-edged people in schemes They make a mess, then go home and get clean You're my best friend and we're dancing in a world alone A world alone, we're all alone But people are talking, people are talking But people are talking, people are talking But people are talking, people are talking But people are talking, people are talking Let 'em talk

save me

Ridin' wit my chopper I'ma beat him like his father Now there's blood on my Giuseppe's I don't like no fuckin' Prada Fuck he say, the fuck he say? Fuck that nigga say? Ridin' with my chopper I'mma beat him like his father Now there's blood on my Giuseppe's I don't like no fuckin' Pradas Put a knife up on my tec Little FaceTime little Skype up for my tech And it all happened right up on my set SOS look like her for my tec She give me top right before I jet I need a yacht right before my jet I smoke some dope right before I get Mad, blast his ass then forget Glo Gang them my jits aye Octane right here I'm not saying what I did Look at my watch Johnny God damn We are smokin' out Catch him in an open field that's an open fall Bitch I will never fail or turn my fail to fall I promise I'm not seeing y'all or hearing y'all I get my karats flossed Flexing like Dave the barbarian This what I'm wearing y'all My chain win chains by experience y'all Smoking swishers Counting money getting blisters Handle your man we will fix you All red right now I'm no Clifford Cause I'm a dog, when it comes to fucking bitches Cooling with my fans and taking pictures And I got my pistol for them niggas I'ma a pistol fuck them niggas What you see? Pistols popping nigga Your cars on E fill em up little nigga Your squad on D get em up little nigga I got my feelings tucked little nigga Right where my pistol tucked little nigga

she wasnt lasting

Lil Uzi Vert, um, yeah I'm gon' rage Yeah, Fuckin' yo bitch on the stage (yeah) Fuckin' your bitch in the face (yeah) I leave you gone with no trace (yeah) Cartier all on my face, (yeah) Ray ban's not on my face (yeah) Duckin' and dodgin' on 12 (Aye) Duckin' away from the snitches Duckin' away from the bitches I just be stackin' my riches, (Um Yeah) If you see me with that bitch best believe I'm gon hit it I don't buy none of my clothes from Lennox Yeah my chopper that bitch big as a midget Walk around in Balmain jeans So much money a nigga just be limpin' Aw yeah, I don't want that hoe Keep my hammer close, I don't trust a soul Countin' up them blue hundreds But my money old Jumpin' in my whip ain't no handles on the door Like What Yeah, you is not a bad chick (no) Lookin' at you hoe, you was kinda average On the real girl, you a slick trash bitch I kicked her out the door she knew it wasn't lasting (like what) Yeah You is not a bad chick (no) Lookin' at you hoe, you was kinda average On the real girl, you a slick trash bitch I kicked her out the door she knew it wasn't lasting Pure like Arabian horse Feel how she come out a sport Thats in the way that she sound Broke it she all on her own, yeah I can feel her from afar yeah Make her wanna stay in God Yeah Smokin' she know how that goes Feel like she on her own I feel that beast in her moan' Feel like she cum off her toes Aw yeah (Aw yeah) Yeah Someone has to go in her No Get it for that semi Yeah They just want it cause I'm Persian Fuck out my way hoe you swervin', no more I don't need you no more Get in your head bitch, I ain't goin' on which ya Fuck about a bitch a make a nigga wanna get it Puttin down a hundred fifty racks im a menace I don't give a fuck nigga, wanna get it like yeah (Yeah) Yeah Send it right here Yeah, you is not a bad chick (no) Lookin' at you hoe, you was kinda average On the real girl you a slick trash bitch I kicked her out the door she knew it wasn't Lasting (like what) Yeah You is not a bad chick (no) Lookin' at you hoe, you was kinda average On the real girl you a slick trash bitch I kicked her out the door she knew it wasn't lasting

rewind

I can't take you blowin' up my line Fuckin' up my vibe every night Look at this back and forth shit We might have to rewind We might have to rewind (ohh) I can't take you blowin' up my line Fuckin' up my vibe every night Look at this back and forth shit We might have to rewind (yeah) We might have to rewind (uh) Good vibes only Can't be held back for nothing, no ties on me I'm tryna be as big as Pac, all eyes on me And why you sayin' we're together? You're just my homie, fall back Be kind and rewind Let's backtrack, I need time Some good weed and me time Hit you with peace sign, I'm no cat, no feline I say how I feel, I might just have to resign And quit this, you so suspicious Made you the one, you still trippin' off bitches If this was '06 I'd go Bad with the Quickness It's time to admit this ain't work out, no fitness like (yeah) I can't take you blowin' up my line Fuckin' up my vibe every night Look at this back and forth shit We might have to rewind We might have to rewind (ohh) I can't take you blowin' up my line Fuckin' up my vibe every night Look at this back and forth shit We might have to rewind (yeah) We might have to rewind (yeah) Every single night she wants some more of me (ayy) I'ma have to curve with some authority (ayy) Bringin' hella drama you annoying me Know what's good only if I invited you cordially (ayy) Plus you always mad for the majority Of the time we spend together, that ain't how it's supposed to be Once you got close with me, you kept on tryna pose with me Post it on your 'gram, you just tryna flex socially (ayy) It's a vibe, be careful it's alive Always strapped, she might shoot a bullet in a vibe And lately it's been feelin' like it happens every time You fuckin' up my high, shit I might have to rewind like I can't take you blowin' up my line (yeah) Fuckin' up my vibe every night Look at this back and forth shit We might have to rewind We might have to rewind I can't take you blowin' up my line Fuckin' up my vibe every night Look at this back and forth shit We might have to rewind We might have to rewind You make time (you make time) For what you like (what you like, yeah) You switched sides (haa-aa-aaa-aa) (uh, ayy) Gotta free myself You say you don't need my help Since she wanna be selfish You can do it by yourself I can't take you blowin' up my line (I can't) Fuckin' up my vibe every night Look at this back and forth shit We might have to rewind We might have to rewind I can't take you blowin' up my line Fuckin' up my vibe every night Look at this back and forth shit We might have to rewind We might have to rewind

whatchu want the commission

Throw your hands in the sky, nigga I'm stickin' ice picks on the tip of ya dick Give your testicles a swift kick, ain't that some shit? Am I hard hard core? Harder than the Plymouth It ain't no myth, it's a nigga with a spliff And a chrome four fifth pressed on ya back So what you want, nigga? How you wanna act? I hope civilized cause I love to see niggas die Brains all leakin' out on the street And the pastor preachin' "He was a good man." Played the bad man when the burner was in his hand Now he's singin' sad songs with Elvis Three to the head, bout six cross the pelvis You fuck with the high guy, ya die Yeah the same motherfucker yellin' "Look up in the sky!" I'm on some old neck shit, Suplex shit Hardcore sex shit, and Tec shit Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga? Uh, uh A repetitive loop all I need to destroy A soloist or group, huh, I put it to ya boy Hope you got the scoop, Biggie Smalls, the rap genius I keep the Glock by the penis The cleanest cut, fuck the sluts with the big Humongous butts, huh, I use a rubber, but My style is gushy like the hooker's pussy And it don't take a lot of back talk to push me Into flamin' 'em like that little nigga Damien Pop 19 to my motherfuckin' cranium Game tight, gun totin' motherfucker Niggas in the grave thought Biggie was a sucker I tricked 'em- I gave 'em work then I sticked 'em I stripped 'em, 'cause niggas don't want the friction Told you before how I bring the dra-ma Slam Larry Johnson and his Grandma-ma Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga? Aye yo Time to reunite 'em Yeah It's the Commission, niggas B-I-G lives on No more music, Brooklyn Uh, uh, uh, uh, Let's go! It's fuckin' deadly Lucky Lefty of the Commission, bow down By now you fuckers know this is our crown Bucktown bullies, Brooklyn Biggie Bedstuy Hov like Bedstuy Gold Behold the fly-est (the Commission) Bentley drivers, Louis Vuitton buyers Jet fuel abusers, sippin' Petrus Once Upon A Time In America's muse You based on us, you fiction Ya eight's don't bust, you a constant contradiction Ladies please use contraception Conception's at a all time high with sexin' Use protection You fuckers shoulda never been born, shoulda never got signed How the fuck you got on? How the fuck you got Shawn? I'm too advanced, the Lance Armstrong of the dance Rubberband man before T.I. was King of New York like B.I. was B.K. all day, it's in my blood You wanna see my mask and gloves? What the fuck you want? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga? Two of the world's greatest Brooklyn's Finest The Commission lives on BIG Forever The Biggie Duets Let's go

niggas

I'm young, I be sprung and Sometimes it's just so damn fast I'm not dumb, no I'm not dumb I know exactly what went wrong in my past So caught up, in what I thought it all should be I'm locked up, so tired of losing parts of me To all these niggas Niggas gon' always be niggas Can't afford to give my heart to these niggas Ain't got time to lose my mind to these niggas I'm not yours, never was and I really just can't be mad I'm the one, I know, I'm the one And I'm completely fine with everything that I am Too damn strong To let you get the best of me Took way too long To find the light inside of me Fuck all these niggas Niggas gon' always be niggas Can't afford to give my heart to these niggas Ain't got time to lose my mind to these niggas Niggas, niggas gon' be niggas Walkin' 'round so small but actin' like they're bigger Actin' so damn bitter, lettin' go of their temper I ain't got the time so I'll crop that ass out that picture I'd be mad if I stayed true, it ain't in me to play you If I took you down, yeah you can't talk shit cause I fed you You was lost and I led you A part of me, boy I bled you Thought you was the one But you actin' like one of these niggas Niggas gon' always be niggas Can't afford to give my heart to these niggas Ain't got time to lose my mind to these niggas

2002

I will always remember The day you kissed my lips Light as a feather And it went just like this No, it's never been better Than the summer of 2002 (ooh) Uh, we were only 11 But acting like grown-ups Like we are in the present Drinking from plastic cups Singing, "Love is forever and ever" Well, I guess that was true Dancing on the hood in the middle of the woods On an old Mustang, where we sang Songs with all our childhood friends And it went like this, say Oops, I got 99 problems singing bye, bye, bye Hold up, if you wanna go and take a ride with me Better hit me, baby, one more time, uh Paint a picture for you and me On the days when we were young, uh Singing at the top of both our lungs Now we're under the covers Fast forward to eighteen We are more than lovers Yeah, we are all we need When we're holding each other I'm taken back to 2002 (ooh) Yeah Dancing on the hood in the middle of the woods On an old Mustang, where we sang Songs with all our childhood friends And it went like this, say Oops, I got 99 problems singing bye, bye, bye Hold up, if you wanna go and take a ride with me Better hit me, baby, one more time, uh Paint a picture for you and me On the days when we were young, uh Singing at the top of both our lungs On the day we fell in love Ooh ooh, ooh ooh On the day we fell in love Ooh ooh, ooh ooh Dancing on the hood in the middle of the woods On an old Mustang, where we sang Songs with all our childhood friends Oh, now Oops, I got 99 problems singing bye, bye, bye Hold up, if you wanna go and take a ride with me Better hit me, baby, one more time Paint a picture for you and me On the days when we were young, uh Singing at the top of both our lungs On the day we fell in love Ooh ooh, ooh ooh On the day we fell in love Ooh ooh, ooh ooh On the day we fell in love Ooh ooh, ooh ooh On the day we fell in love Ooh ooh, ooh ooh On the day we fell in love, love, love