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I'm jealous, I'm overzealous When I'm down, I get real down When I'm high, I don't come down I get angry, baby, believe me I could love you just like that And I could leave you just as fast But you don't judge me 'Cause if you did, baby, I would judge you too No, you don't judge me 'Cause if you did, baby, I would judge you too 'Cause I got issues But you got 'em too So give 'em all to me And I'll give mine to you Bask in the glory Of all our problems 'Cause we got the kind of love It takes to solve 'em Yeah, I got issues And one of them is how bad I need you You do shit on purpose You get mad and you break things Feel bad, try to fix things But you're perfect Poorly wired circuit And got hands like an ocean Push you out, pull you back in 'Cause you don't judge me 'Cause if you did, baby, I would judge you too No, you don't judge me 'Cause you see it from the same point of view 'Cause I got issues But you got 'em too So give 'em all to me And I'll give mine to you Bask in the glory Of all our problems 'Cause we got the kind of love It takes to solve 'em Yeah, I got issues And one of them is how bad I need you (I got issues, you got 'em too) And one of them is how bad I need you (I got issues, you got 'em too) 'Cause I got issues (I got) But you got 'em too So give 'em all to me (You got 'em too) And I'll give mine to you Bask in the glory (I got issues) Of all our problems 'Cause we got the kind of love (You got 'em too) It takes to solve 'em Yeah, I got issues (I got) And one of them is how bad I need you (You got 'em too) Yeah, I got issues (I got issues) And one of them is how bad I need you (You got 'em too) Yeah, I got issues (I got) And one of them is how bad I need you

body say

If I had it my way, I would take you down If I had it my way, I would turn you out And if my body had a say, I would come again Scared of what I might say, cause I'm at the edge And our eyes are crossing paths across the room (Ooh) There's only one thing left for us to do You can touch me with slow hands Speed it up, baby, make me sweat Dreamland, take me there cause I want your sex If my body had a say, I wouldn't turn away Touch, make love, taste you If my body told the truth, baby I would do Just what I want to If I had it my way, I would take the lead And if I had it my way, I would take you deep If my body had a say, I'd get it off my chest Show you all the red lace underneath this dress And our eyes are crossing paths across the room (Ooh) There's only one thing left for us to do You can touch me with slow hands Speed it up, baby, make me sweat Dreamland, take me there cause I want your sex If my body had a say, I wouldn't turn away Touch, make love, taste you If my body told the truth, baby I would do Just what I want to My mind's getting in the way Can't feel what my body say I'mma tell you anyway I'mma tell you anyway My mind's getting in the way Can't feel what my body say I'mma show you anyway I'mma show you anyway There's only one thing left for us to do Oh, you can You can touch me with slow hands Speed it up, baby, make me sweat Dreamland, take me there cause I want your sex If my body had a say, I wouldn't turn away Touch, make love, taste you If my body told the truth, baby I would do Just what I want to You can touch me with slow hands Dreamland If my body had a say, I wouldn't turn away Touch, make love, taste you If my body told the truth, baby I would do Just what I want to

famous

Bored on Friday night Spinning 'round just like I'm hypnotised, oh Need some neon lights Wanna feel like I'm electrified, so help me out Get your boyfriend's car Come and pick me up, oh Let's take it for a ride What trouble can we find? One night, and we're gonna come and crash the party Weren't invited but we're feeling so outrageous Just like we're famous Got one night, and we're gonna come and get it started Now we're falling down the stairs We act so shameless Come on, let's lose control! One night, and we're gonna come and crash the party Weren't invited but we're feeling so outrageous Just like we're famous Got one night, and we're gonna come and get it started Now we're falling down the stairs We act so shameless Just like we're famous Uh-oh-oh-oh-oh Uh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Uh-oh-oh-oh-oh Just like we're famous Blown up like balloons Purple glitter flying through the air, oh-oh Sweat drips from the roof And you know we're Lucy in this sky of diamonds Music playing loud Tripping through the crowd, oh Put your sunglasses on Don't care if we look dumb + + +

bad bitches link up

Hey... heeeeey, T-Pain {Hitmaker...} (Them bad bitches gon' link up) hey, (them bad bitches gon' link up) yeah (Them bad bitches, them bad bitches, them bad bitches gon' link up) Le'go Gettin' money, whole lot of money They got their own, ain't want nothin' from me Niggas wanna see 'em, bitches wanna be 'em Ay, get your drink up, bad bitches gon' link up (Them bad bitches gon' link up, them bad bitches gon' link up) (Them bad bitches, them bad bitches, them bad bitches gon' link up) (Them bad bitches gon' link up, them bad bitches gon' link up) (Them bad bitches, them bad bitches, them bad bitches gon' link up) Pecan, puerto rican, blackanese All my bitches steppin' in Louboutins, spend a couple racks on them jeans LIV on sunday, King Of Diamonds Monday They not goin' in no club unless they comin' out with that money They spend it, they spend it, they winning, they winning Got a bad clique, you ain't a bad bitch then you ain't 'bout to be in it I be drippin' of the murder, bitch you know you want a picture Comin' out, straight bummin' out, but they turn around when they see her (Bad bitches gon' link up) and we gonna do whatever we think of Got bitches all in Bugatti's at my crib to come and pick me up (Bad bitches gon' link up) you know how many bad hoes I own? I got pimpin' in my blood, somebody get Taz on the phone Trippy... trippy Thumbin' through a check with a bad bitch, she's a hollywood actress Don't worry 'bout what we doing ho, all you need to know is we cash checks My other bitch is a supermodel, and her pussy gets super wet Me, her and my actor bitch 'bout to have us some group sex Bad bitches gon' link up, patron shots gon' drink up We ball out all week long, you broke niggas can't keep up I make it rain I gotta sweep up, she suck it slow and then speed up Poolparty on the rooftop, you need a helicopter to see us Ballin' out cause I'm rich as fuck, ballin' out cause she pissy drunk You ain't imagine that loud pack then hell no you can't hit the blunt Pullin' up in my foreign car, that spare tire go in the front Damn right I got my hood behind me, that purple stuff all in my pot Aisha lemme lick up on that cat Hit it while you kissin' on that, get it from the back I keep a bad bitch to breed bad bitches back Pretty in the face with a ass hella' fat Bad bitches link up, bad bitches wassup And if you mad bitch it's cause you average so shut the fuck up Get your drink up, pretty blowin' that's stink up Strokin' forever need her, you broke, you gon' never meet her, see them (Bad bitches gon' link up) and I'mma try to fuck them all Then I tell her bring some more, I'mma let 'em buy the mall (Bad bitches gon' link up) and for every bitch that I own That ever texted my phone like, "can you bring some bitches home?" This for y'all

coffee

Baby baby 그대는 caramel macchiato 여전히 내 입가엔 그대 향기 달콤해 Baby baby tonight Yeah Girl 나 데뷔했어, 이 말 한 마디면 되겠지? 얼마나 성공할 지 세상이랑 내기했어 네게만 보여주던 내 반달 눈웃음 요즘 다시 짓고 다녀 내 팬들이 궁금해해줘 아 그리고 잘 안 마셔 마끼아또 알잖아 너 땜에 습관이 된 아메리카노 사귈 땐 이게 무슨 맛인가 싶었었는데 차갑고 뒷맛은 씁쓸한 게 니가 없으니까 이젠 조금 이해가 돼 girl 이렇게 다들 익숙해져가는 거라면 후회 많을 불장난을 다시 선택하겠어 나는 우리의 야속하던 약속들 수많던 잘못들과 또 다른 잘못들 사이 놓인 말 못할 잘잘못들 맛볼수록 쓰기만 했던 추억이 담긴 잔 왜 들이키게 되는지 알 것 같지만 다 이렇게 사는 거란 말이 왜이리 슬프지 나 Oh oh oh Baby baby 그대는 caramel macchiato 여전히 내 입가엔 그대 향기 달콤해 Baby baby tonight Yeah yeah yeah Baby baby 그대는 café latte 향보다 포근했던 그 느낌 기억하고 있나요 Baby baby tonight Yeah Baby tonight 잘 자요 오늘 밤 괜히 둘 사이 어색한 기류만 흐르던 첫 문자와 첫 통화 기대하던 첫 만남 근데 난 왜 손톱만 물어뜯었을까 긴장해서였을까 시간이 흐르고 자연스레 우리 둘 사인 연인 아님 애인 그런 말들로 매일 서로를 확인하고 확인했지 맘에 새긴 우리의 첫 만남은 캬라멜 마끼아또 처럼 달콤했지 어디든 같이 가고 싶던 마음도 시간이 지나면서 마치 에스프레소처럼 내려놓게 되었어 Uh 괜시리 속 아프네, uh 우린 참 좋았는데 이별은 쓰디쓴 아메리카노 아직도 추억은 여전히 그 카페로 가고 있어 Baby baby 그대는 caramel macchiato 여전히 내 입가엔 그대 향기 달콤해 Baby baby tonight Yeah Baby baby 그대는 café latte 향보다 포근했던 그 느낌 기억하고 있나요 Baby baby tonight 1,2,3,4 그래 매일 하루종일 니 향기 속에 취하던 시절과 서로 먼 훗날을 기약하며 이별을 택했던 기억이 나 너와 같이 좋아했던 민트향 커피를 먹다 보니 너가 생각나며 rewind 시간이 많이 지난 요즘 가끔 니가 보고픈 건 왜일까? Baby baby 그대는 caramel macchiato 여전히 내 입가엔 그대 향기 달콤해 Baby baby tonight Baby baby 그대는 café latte 향보다 포근했던 그 느낌 기억하고 있나요 Baby baby tonight

runner

Cross my heart, let me be Tripped in the dark, you found me And boy I'll be back when you're lonely if you want me to My parents don't know what's gotten into me since I've met you And hold, hold Hold, hold When you wanna let go, when you wanna let go When you wanna move on, move on, ooh Why you gotta let go? Why you gotta let go? Why you gotta move on? Move on, ooh When you let When you wanna let go, when you wanna let go When you wanna move on, move on, ooh

younger now

Feels like I just woke up Like all this time I've been asleep Even though it's not who I am I'm not afraid of who I used to be No one stays the same (Oh, oh) You know what goes up must come down (Oh, oh) Change is a thing you can count on (Oh, oh) I feel so much younger now (oh, oh) Feels like I've been living in a dream But never make it to the end My eyes open when they feel the light It's always right before I'm about to scream No one stays the same (Oh, oh) You know what goes up must come down (Oh, oh) Change is a thing you can count on (Oh, oh) I feel so much younger now (Oh, oh) What goes up must come down What goes up must come down What goes up must come down What goes up must come down (Yeah) No one stays the same (Oh, oh) You know what goes up must come down (Oh, oh) Change is a thing you can count on (Oh, oh) I feel so much younger now (Oh, oh) I feel so much younger now (Yeah) I feel so much younger now

what were thankful for

1. 50 Cent's hooks 2. Drake's thoughtfulness 3. Run the Jewels for putting out 10/10 albums for free 4. Kendrick Lamar's dance moves 5. Mick Jenkins for his soul music 6. Z-Ro's Ability to Destroy a Chicken Wing 7. Nicki Minaj's Gluteus Maximus 8. El-P's fantastic production 9. Kanye's attitude 10.Hit-Boy's Beats 11. Nate Dogg's hooks 12. the Basedgods cooking dance 13. Hova 14. Jay-z's sports abilities 15. Wu-Tang's solo albums 16. DJ Kool Herc 17. J Dilla 18. Dre and his proteges 19. Rakim 20. Outkast 21. Illmatic 22. Master P's covers 23. DJ Premier 24. The discography of Yeezus 24. Q-Tip's name change 25. Questlove's Afrocomb 26. Prodigy's Prime 27. Ghostface Killah 28. Black Thought 29. Good Kid, M.A.A.D City 30. E. 1999 Eternal 31. MF Doom 32. Action Bronson's Music Videos 33. "Lollipop" 34. Below The Heavens 35. Digital Downloads 36. @lilpun's Jokes 37. Pharoahe Monch 38. Flatbush ZOMBiES releasing all of their songs for free 39. G-Eazy's slick hair 40. Snoop Dogg's Ether on Iggy Azalea 41. Snoop Dogg's Godlike Reflexes 42. Joey Bada$$ Hair 43. Soulja Boy 44. Detox 45. A Tribe Called Quest's First 4 Albums 46. Common 47. Pears 48. N.W.A 49. Spotify 50. RattPack 51. Lifestyle lyrics page 52. Nas 53. Odd Future's Shenanigans 54. TAKE IT TO GOD 55. Ice Cube 56. Childish Gambino's Struggle Bars 57. Lecrae's leadership 58. Chance's Ad-Lib 59. Mick Jenkins' attempt to force Americans' to quit with the high fructose corn syrup 60. Elzhi 61. Big L 62. Awesome RG Staff! 63. How Big KRIT pronounces "bitch" 64. Drugs 65. Shook Ones Part II 66. ScHoolBoy Q's hilarious personality 67. The way Mick Jenkins says "Sip" 68. Run DMC 69. That Ariana finally got that booty!!! 70. GZA 71. Slim Shady's messed up clever lyrics 72. Criolo 73. Shmoney Dance 74. Not Wiz Khalifa's Purple Dreads 75. Biggie's Flow 76. 2Pac's work ethic 77. Biggie's interviews 78. YouTube 79. The 1995 Source Awards 80. Different rap styles 81. That one rapper that turned us into a hip hop head 82. Les Twins - HipHop Battle Dancers 83. J. Cole 84. Capital STEEZ 85. The Underachievers 86. Beast Coast 87. NehruvianDOOM 88. Role models in Rap for fat people 89. Top Dog 90. Juggalos 91. The transcriptions that KevinInTheCutThatsAscarySight did 92. Jeezy's ad lib game 93. Mean tweets - Music edition 94. Kendrick Lamar 95. ScopeY's Pyong Game 96. Condoms 97. To Pimp A Butterfly 98. Genius 99. The Deevil

good for us

I love rapping in New York KK and dirty lemonade And I just checked the charts too I'm still #1 (hahaha) Uh Wake up wake up Bake up bake up Money comin' She lookin' good With no make up Pull up pull up Full of that Kush I wish you would My neck of the woods Is misunderstood No pain no gain I play the game Got cars got fame Got on these chains I stayed the same When she come over I need more brain And we get stoned and we gon' ball a high scorin' game Them niggas cool, they ain't right tho I have you somewhere by the pool gettin' right Leavin' school takin' flights Sayin' you would, would you might tho Stop fuckin' with the nigga that you with It's Taylor Gang life You be pourin' out champagne, spillin' it up Puttin' money in the safe, would be fillin' it up Got the number one record and I'm still in the cut It's the Gang baby, ain't nobody realer Roll the next one bigger And when I get that feeling I want Sexual Healing Sexual Healing, oh baby And when I get that feeling I want Sexual Healing Sexual Healing, oh baby Let's light a joint Drink some Have a conversation I wanna take you around the world I wanna show you some things I wanna get away from all that shit Just leave it all If you smoke a little bit of weed I'll some a little bit with you Yeah Taylor Gang We ain't going no where We just gettin' higher Tryin' to do things

rgf island

Ayy, yeah, baby Mmm, uh, uh My niggas stack their money just to spend it 'Cause when you die, you cannot take it with you If you ain't beefin' 'bout the money, then what's the problem? Don't worry about my niggas 'cause I got 'em, uh My niggas stack their money just to spend it, uh 'Cause when you die you cannot take it with you And if you ain't beefin' 'bout no money, then what's the problem? Uh Don't worry about my niggas, ZooWap got 'em, uh On everything, for 17 I'm wildin', ayy Treat my whole squad on an island, ayy Ziploc gang, bring a lighter, ayy It's gon' be a house party on this island, ayy Shit boom like M80s on this island It's a lot of trillionaires throwin' dollars Causin' pure hell, wildin' out on this island I do this too swell, my pockets too swell Come try the Hunned Gang, man they'll shoot ya I do this for my squad, I do this for my gang I do this for my squad, I do this for my gang It's Zoovie from the trap and ain't a damn thing change My niggas stack their money just to spend it 'Cause when you die, you cannot take it with you If you ain't beefin' 'bout the money, then what's the problem? Don't worry about my niggas 'cause I got 'em, uh My niggas stack their money just to spend it, uh 'Cause when you die you cannot take it with you And if you ain't beefin' 'bout no money, then what's the problem? Uh Don't worry about my niggas, ZooWap got 'em, uh

city dont sleep

"I don't feel there's any point in trying to survive when people don't try to help me." "When we—we share a community, we should all be engaged and more involved in each other's wellbeing, you know?" Now everyday that I walk outta my building I see homeless people sleeping and chillin' on the steps to the apartment that I live in I’m not saying everyone’s a victim But the people that I live with treat ‘em more like villains than actual citizens I walk past a man laying in his own vomit He gets his food and his garments by digging in the garbage I beg your pardon, Mr President, but I'm a resident And since you've been in office I haven't seen any evidence Of things changin', we go into Iraq and attack When we got people on the streets without a roof over their back We've come to accept the homeless as part of our landscape The money the government wastes could provide them with a safe place To eat and sleep, but we cease to see That our own country is based around war, power and greed We got families on the street with nowhere to go And the concrete's the only place they have to call home Nowhere to call your own Out here in the cold Wishing you had a home Feeling you're all alone Nowhere to call your own Out here in the cold Wishing you had a home (Yo) Feeling all alone Now every face tells a different story, a different message Now how can we judge the book when we don't know the beginning? We don't know what turned 'em to the bottle, or started injectin' We just see dirty clothes and another bum beggin' the kid who was an addict the second that his mom was pregnant Or the young girl who was raped and stripped of everything sacred Who now stands downtown walkin' on the block pacin' 'Cause the only way she knows how to make it is gettin' naked We don't want to face it, and it being the fact That the government created the ghetto and gave it crack To oppress immigrants and blacks, and give 'em more of a setback Like the last five-hundred-years wasn't enough to accomplish that Now look at the homeless rate, and tell me to my face that race Doesn't play an intricate part in your fate in the United States Now think about your home, and the place that you sleep And the homeless, who only have the concrete Nowhere to call your own Out here in the cold Wishing you had a home Feeling you're all alone Nowhere to call your own Out here in the cold Wishing you had a home (Yo) Feeling all alone Now if you wanna see change then throw your ones in the air You think the system that we're living in is not fair? You wanna see change? Then put your ones in the air Now point it to the ground, 'cause change starts right there Now if you wanna see change then throw your ones in the air You think the system that we're living in is not fair? You wanna see change? Then put your ones in the air Now point 'em to yourself, 'cause change starts right there 'Cause change starts right there The streets are cold, all alone In the city Where you lay your head is your home What a pity People pass you by with a glance Say you're filthy But they don't know they pain you've been through No, not really

not rich still lyin game diss

This mic on? Ladies and gentlemen I'd like to thank you for coming out tonight For the screening of my new film "I'm Not Rich I'm Still Lyin'" It's 50 Cent starring as Game, it's autobiographical I hope you enjoy yourselves 50 callin me crazy, I might be just maybe I'm gangsta I'm crippin', the Damu I'm trippin' Fuck 50, fuck Dre, fuck N.W.A Man I'm Hurricane Game (Em this nigga changed) I brought the west back I write the best raps (But what about Snoop?) Snoop shit ain't all that And I get bad bitches now I even fucked Mya (I fucked her 1st Game) 50 you a liar See that's why I hate you, you think you know me I'mma tell everybody you shot my homie I hope the police get you and you go to jail Feds freeze your accounts so you can't make bail Hope everybody on G-Unit go to hell Wit Eminem, Obie, Stat Quo and D-12 So what I was on change of hearts so what I was a stripper So what I never banged I'm from Compton nigga Now horror films they scare me I watch action films very rarely When it's comedy or it's drama It's starrin me no problem Now horror films they scare me I watch action films very rarely When it's comedy or it's drama It's starrin me no problem G-G-G-G-Unot! I got my own shoe (Game that shit ain't gon' sell) So, the ad's in the magazine nobody can't tell (Good luck wit yo next album man I hope it does well) You tryna be funny, D-Mack got all my money And Jimmy robbin me, they listenin probably Me and Fase had a fall out he really not my brother We got the same father but we got different mothers Now Suge punked Dre but he don't punk me I won a Vibe Award this year nobody punch me (Game you know I wrote that hook for Hate it or Love it) So what, it's still on my trophy case I think nothing of it Now horror films they scare me I watch action films very rarely When it's comedy or it's drama It's starrin me no problem Now horror films they scare me I watch action films very rarely When it's comedy or it's drama It's starrin me no problem Yeah; it's 50 New album, July 18th It's called "I Can't Stay Away" Y'all thought I was gonna let y'all eat? Naw nigga Oh! This is too much fun man Hey... hey nigga I seen yo lil DVD nigga Is that all you got? I mean newsflash: nobody believes you Then you say you woke up outta coma 2001 Well yo brother says you never were in a coma Then you say you were in a gang Well yo brother says you were never in a gang Now you can get your records together And you can submit 'em to me I mean you can send the records you have to me So I can... open... ya album budget, your recording budget You gotta send your music to the boss.... that's me, the boss Yeah....it's D-Unit, G-Unit, that's it, that's all I rule with a iron fist Cocksucker

panamera

Dreamchasers This a movement, a lifestyle Everything foreign They got me flexin' in a Panamera Niggas hatin' on me, no Got a lot of swag, got Louis kicks but I never wear em Started coach, now it's G5 when I’m fuckin landin' I'm a fuckin' bandit Hol’up, I'm a fuckin' bandit Got two hoes and it's one of me, that's a fuckin' sandwich I get work and I pitch that and I underhand it If you gettin' paper then why you hating? I don’t understand it, I don’t understand it I'm a fuckin' cannon You mad dog 'cuz my cast long and you fuckin' scramblin' You try to snatch my chain nigga you fuckin gamblin You dead pockets, get a head shot, that’s DJ damage Pussy 'cuz we ain’t playin' I'm on that fly shit, flyer than you ever been I'm on that real shit, realer than you ever been I'm on that still shit, talkin' get you laid out I'm on that Cali, what I’m blowin got me spaced out They got me flexin' in a new machine Been in corners they hatin' got me super clean Ballin' off in Miami, I got two of them rings I'm super rich, y'all still trippin' on "who the king"? My niggas movin' things I'm talkin' sky dwellers, no ice High yella, so bright I fell in love with that money Then got married to it, now throw rice Got everything your ho like, y'all niggas the ho type Talk behind my back but when I'm around you go like it I got more money than you and I'm younger than you Say you broke a joke, do I look funny to you? You can diss in your raps but when I run into you It's gon' be "I didn't say that" or "I don't want it with you"

why you hate the game

To everybody who knows my story To all of those who came before me My time is now, I'm gon' do it all over again Ain't nothin' new ain't nothing change I'm still gonna do it my way Yeah I still remain So tell me why you hate the game So tell me why you hate the game This time I do it better just because Y'all know what it is The streets named me Illmatic but yet I'm still at Can't hate us Felon, Vice behind me on the intersection Sex and drugs my anthology on perfection Dress superb, admired by conspirists Who wanna try me but ain't high enough to 4-5 me up Child of the 80s, y'all niggas is lazy Complainin' 'bout labor pains nigga show me the baby And my nigga Game light another L, pass the bottle Pro-black I don't pick cotton out a aspirin bottle Yeah I learned my lessons and heard y'all snitchin' Witnessin' you rockin wit' narcs confirmed my suspicion Green fatigues on, my niggas I'll bleed for 'em I can show 'em the water but can't make 'em drink it And I can show them my fortunes but can't force 'em think rich And still I don't abort 'em when and if they sink quick Ignore the ignorance I rep the brilliance of Queensbridge And pray the feds let Murder Inc. live To everybody who knows my story To all of those who came before me My time is now, I'm gon' do it all over again Ain't nothin' new ain't nothing change I'm still gonna do it my way Yeah I still remain So tell me why you hate the game So tell me why you hate the game This time I do it better just because I don't talk about my guns nigga I Just Blaze 'Pac is watchin' B.I.G. is listenin' While Pun talkin' to us Jam Jay still spinnin' To every nigga listenin', I was supposed to be amongst kings My mom shouted out at my christenin' And while you still listenin', Shyne locked in a manhole And Cam got shot inside his Lambo, it's ample Life is a gamble, 15 years old, red rag around my head My sisters used to laugh and call me Rambo Seen Eazy's legacy melt away like a candle I rekindled the flame, Dre created The Game Nigga Wit a Attitude, from the cloth I came Young homie ate his way up from the bottom of the food chain Keep the crown, clown. I rock a L.A. Dodger fitted Showed my ass at Summer Jam but New York was down wit' it Now the ball's in my court never dribble out of bounds wit' it Behind the back to Nas he alley oop to Jigga, nigga To everybody who knows my story To all of those who came before me My time is now, I'm gon' do it all over again Ain't nothin' new ain't nothing change I'm still gonna do it my way Yeah I still remain So tell me why you hate the game So tell me why you hate the game This time I do it better just because Check it, me and nasty puffin', it's a classic trust me I even pass the dutchie to them niggas that don't love me I'm talkin' niggas that never wanted to see me on top Same niggas that never wanted to see The Doctor's Advocate drop Flop, I think not, I fuck you rap niggas like virgins Dre took my trainin' wheels off it's curtains I don't need no encore no claps no cheers The Game ain't over this the beginning of my career The endin' of yours the endin' of his Like Flavor Flav's clock, I'm back to handle my biz Nigga it's Game time that was Dre's favorite line Back when Proof was in the booth and I recited his lines And I still think about my nigga from time to time Make me wanna call 50 and let him know what's on my mind But I just hold back cause we ain't beefin' like that He ain't B.I.G. and I ain't 'Pac we just eatin' off rap One love To everybody who knows my story To all of those who came before me My time is now, I'm gon' do it all over again Ain't nothin' new ain't nothing change I'm still gonna do it my way Yeah I still remain So tell me why you hate the game So tell me why you hate the game This time I do it better just because It ain't over, Ladies and gentleman I go by the name of the one and only, Just Blaze I got a couple people in the house with me Usually we do this at the beginning But we gon' do it at the end this time I wanna take you to church real quick So I'mma need some help I need 1500 or Nothin' wit' me The wonderful talents of Marsha Ambrosius from Floetry Ah yeah there we go The sun is shinin' down on us right now We feelin' real good, we know y'all do too So if you feelin' good, sing along Clap along, stomp along, catch a lil' Holy Ghost And if you ain't feelin' good God willin' By the end of this record, we gon' change all that Ayo Lorenz you ready? There it is, pass me them drumsticks Alright everybody please join in, ya life ain't good You can get it right, take this opportunity to do so And ummm, I'mma let it do what it do Rest in peace George Eliot here we go! And the sun shines with you I wanna thank everybody for comin' out. God bless One love Good night. Or good day if you on the other side of the globe Yo Just, we on the move with this shit Doctor's Advocate. See you on the third album Hate it or love it

boy with luv

(워워워워워) (워워워워워) (워워워워워) (워워워워워) 모든 게 궁금해 how's your day Oh, tell me (Oh yeah, oh yeah, ah yeah, ah yeah) 뭐가 널 행복하게 하는지 Oh, text me (Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah) Your every picture 내 머리맡에 두고 싶어, oh oh bae Come be my teacher 네 모든 걸 다 가르쳐줘 Your one, your two Listen my my baby 나는 저 하늘을 높이 날고 있어 (그때 니가 내게 줬던 두 날개로) 이제 여긴 너무 높아 난 내 눈에 널 맞추고 싶어 Yeah, you makin' me a boy with love Oh my, my, my, (Uh) oh my, my, my I've waited all my life 네 전부를 함께하고 싶어 Oh my, my, my, (Yeah) oh my, my, my Looking for something right 이제 조금은 나 알겠어 (워워워워워) I want something stronger (I want it) (워워워워워) Than a moment, than a moment, love (워워워워워) I have waited longer (워워워워워) For a boy with, for a boy with love 널 알게 된 이후 ya (Oh) 내 삶은 온통 너 ya (Ya, ya) 사소한 게 사소하지 않게 만들어버린 너라는 별 (Alright) 하나부터 열까지 ayy, ayy 모든 게 특별하지 ayy, ayy 너의 관심사 걸음걸이 말투와 사소한 작은 습관들까지, ayy (Hope world) 다 말하지 너무 작던 내가 영웅이 된 거라고 (Oh no) 난 말하지 운명 따윈 처음부터 내 게 아니었다고 (Oh no) 세계의 평화 (No way) 거대한 질서 (No way) 그저 널 지킬 거야 난 (Boy with love) Listen my my baby 나는 저 하늘을 높이 날고 있어 (그때 니가 내게 줬던 두 날개로) 이제 여긴 너무 높아 난 내 눈에 널 맞추고 싶어 Yeah, you makin' me a boy with love Oh my, my, my, (Uh) oh my, my, my You got me high so fast 네 전부를 함께하고 싶어 Oh my, my, my, oh my, my, my You got me fly so fast 이제 조금은 나 알겠어 (워워워워워) Love is nothing stronger (I want it) (워워워워워) (Than a boy with), Than a boy with love (워워워워워) Love is nothing stronger (워워워워워) (Than a boy with) Than a boy with love 툭 까놓고 말할게 나도 모르게 힘이 들어가기도 했어 높아버린 sky, 커져버린 hall 때론 도망치게 해달라며 기도했어 But 너의 상처는 나의 상처 깨달았을 때 나 다짐했던걸 (Yeah) 니가 준 이카루스의 날개로 (Uh) 태양이 아닌 너에게로 Let me fly Oh my my my, oh my my my I've waited all my life (All my life) 네 전부를 함께하고 싶어 Oh my my my, oh my my my (Oh, oh) Looking for something right (Right) 이제 조금은 나 알겠어 (워워워워워) I want something stronger (I want it) (워워워워워) Than a moment, than a moment, love (Mo-moment, love) (워워워워워) Love is nothing stronger (Ooh ooh, oh yeah) (워워워워워) (Than a boy with), Than a boy with love

dear hip hop

Dear Hip-hop, It's me your foster child I'm writing this cuz i feel we should sit and talk awhile It may sound like i'm crazy, but i feel like your baby Spend more time with chu' then my own folks so it's just like you raised me You taught me to walk, said I should have swag Taught me how to dress, thats why I let my pants sag You taught me how to be a man like i ain't have a dad You taught me how to talk, that's why my grammars bad You taught me self-defense, a little rule of thumb, you never wanna fight son, use a gun See when you use a gun you don't have to respect them, u can talk to them how you want then pull out and check em' You told me women ain't ish but hoes and tricks And never to love them just cut em' move on and dip You never told me what to do if i slipped and had a kid All i remember is move on and dip And make it rain when she get on the pole and strip But if she respectable then why ain't she suppose to trick(?) And if i see my brother get done wrong and just turn ur back and let it happen but dont you snitch You had me thinking heart and real were the same thing, like you real if you have the heart to kill and gang bang You never told me if I take his life, his pain is for a second but it's forever present in his babys life You carried the spirit of banging across the nation, and they embraced it because you put it in song formation You taught me I dont need school I can rap, and while waiting for my music to move I can trap I used to wanna be one, you told me to hate the cops Now they can only beat and mistreat us cuz we ain't the cops I thought you had my best interest, maybe not So I'm writing this letter to tell u thanks alot Dear HipHop (x4) Dear hiphop, I met my real father He said he loved me and he missed me and I'm not forgotten He left me tons of messages but i must not of got em, I guess you must of lost them, but anyway i found them When i was just a younging you told me daddy left I ran and checked and it says he's always been at that address He said is was me who left him, he just respected my choice You showed me candy and toys and i was just a boy He told me wait for sex, but we ain't wanna wait Now it's abortions and broken homes plus a bunch of aids He told me to love my women, protect and provide, you told me if i love her only do it for a night He said if i really loved her than wife her and go in for life like a lifer, man up and make sure your family tight Ill never with-hold good from you but its got to be right, if it ain't you might have to wait till after this life He said to speak up when you see injustice, its thinking you weak when you speak on evil and whats the streets becoming He told our children are innocent, you teach them a sexual dance we re-tape it then post it up on the internet He told me love my brother, almost like what you said but you said if he looked at me wrong i can bust his head He said His Son is over everything, You either serve God or money, You told me money over everything! He said its never to late to come and join the family, he said they all been waiting for me they rejoiced to have me And that's the point of this letter, I wrote it so you know as sure as you know it, i decided i'm going home

boss

I know that you miss me baby I can make you weak And if you dive in like you did You'd never see the end of the sea I know that you like it daddy You’re the boss of me I know that you Hate it when you see me with those other niggas easy Hate it when you see me shitting on your wanna-be me Hate it when you see me rollin' up in my new whip Won’t you tell me babe now who's the boss of this? Thought that you'd forget about me Fuck you think I am? Fuck you think I am, I am, I am Fuck you think I am, I am, I am You gon' spend forever sitting Thinkin' 'bout me wishing you were still my man I know that you like it daddy When I ask you please I know that you Hate it when you see me with those other niggas easy Hate it when you see me shitting on your wanna-be me Hate it when you see me rollin' up in my new whip Won’t you tell me babe now who's the boss of this? I know that you Hate it when you see me with those other niggas easy Hate it when you see me shitting on your wanna-be me Hate it when you see me rollin' up in my new whip Won’t you tell me babe now who's the boss of this?

finally

What haters say about me don’t worry me I keep it moving forward to what’s ahead of me You gonna see I’m not gonna waste energy Cause I’m free and I’m a freak All the people I love I try to keep We get deep Keep it street And were never gonna stay asleep Finally what haters say about me don’t worry me I keep it moving forward to what’s ahead of me You gonna see I’m gonna be And you’re gonna remember me I’m someone’s shot of whiskey Not everyone’s tea Cause I’m free and I’m a freak All the people I love I try to keep We get deep Keep it street And were never gonna stay asleep Finally what haters say about me don’t worry me I keep it moving forward to what’s ahead of me You gonna see I’m gonna be And you’re gonna remember me Underneath my trouble I’m gonna find me the treble And underneath my case I’m gonna find me the bass You get through You get truth And that’s how it’s gonna be Cause I’m free and I’m a freak I can see what’s real and fantasy What you believe You gotta see Life on the planet’s university Underneath my trouble I’m gonna find me the treble And underneath my case I’m gonna find me the bass You get Through You get truth And that’s how it’s gonna be Cause I’m free and I’m a freak All the people I love I try to keep We get deep Keep it street And were never gonna stay asleep Finally What haters say about me don’t worry me I keep it moving forward to what’s ahead of me You gonna see I’m gonna be And you’re gonna remember me Cause I’m free and I’m a freak I can see what’s real and fantasy What you believe You gotta see Life on the planet’s university You get stronger in adversity What you mean It’s easy Life’s just a bitter sweet symphony

queens wolf

At fourteen tried out for the ball team Junior high, they denied me I shot bricks that made the backboard scream Fightin' Italian rival gangs, they was sniffin' glue I was skippin' school, smokin' green, that was the shit to do Stole somebody team jacket at practice, slept through my classes The borough Queens, so it's rep the Q to the casket Average student, had illusions of the supernatural Horror movie addict, werewolf fanatic and Dracul' One night after school and train hoppin' and snatchin' jewels I dozed at midnight, woke up a little after two My hands shook violently My eyes took red My hair spun in ways Bread was the only word I said I heard voices in the nights calling, the Benz engine roaring Heard that gin and champagne pourin' and niggas ballin' I put the .22 on my waist The face in the moon had a mean look I transformed to the Queens wolf You could hear me growlin' through public housin' No telling, might wake up in Queens house or Rikers Island A Queens wolf Ladies wanna get beside him If haters try bussin' the silver bullet inside him, they dyin' You could hear me growlin' through public housin' No telling, might wake up in Queens house or Rikers Island A Queens wolf Ladies wanna get beside him If haters try bussin' the silver bullet inside him, they dyin' Waking up is a pleasure though last night I can't remember Cash up on my dresser, where'd it come from? This is messed up What kind of fatal drug am I taking? who laced it? Previous night, memories who erased it? Wasn't even wasted I do recall the nightfall, lunar, the stars around it Then my man called, said what I did, the goons were talkin' 'bout it Singin' me praises, said I lit the corners up It sounded like Vietnam screamin' out "QBietnam" the loudest "Homie them dudes is scared you gon' spray 'em, word to Bing They'll do anything, pay you real good to be on their team" So that explain the money and the chains that's on my dresser drawer That wasn't there a day before, I should press 'em all But I be on some cool shit, nigga, my QU shit Audemars watch, burn a peach Swish', new whip Stoli' vodka, club soda with my new chick Ah shit, teeth showing, snarling when the moon's lit You could hear me growlin' through public housin' No telling, might wake up in Queens house or Rikers Island A Queens wolf Ladies wanna get beside him If haters try bussin' the silver bullet inside him, they dyin' You could hear me growlin' through public housin' No telling, might wake up in Queens house or Rikers Island A Queens wolf Ladies wanna get beside him If haters try bussin' the silver bullet inside him, they dyin'

too much

I know I'm not what you need Baby, why you trying? Come over and comfort me Ain't no sense in lying, do you deserve it honestly? We could just part ways, find out our own destiny Baby, baby, baby You know I'm more than just a girl That you can meet walking down the street I think you know that I'm the one That you want in your company I'm too much of a woman Too much of a woman Too much of a bad ass bitch Too much of a boss, baby, it's your loss Now you gotta live with it Too much, three much Four much, five much, too much for you Too much, three much Four much, five much, too much for you (Too much, too much, too much for you, yeah) There ain't really nothing left Baby, that's a promise, you were fucking with the best Something I will say, that I might just miss your sex That don't mean I want you, you can go and stay my ex Baby, baby, baby You know I'm more than just a girl That you can meet walking down the street I think you know that I'm the one That you want in your company I'm too much of a woman Too much of a woman Too much of a bad ass bitch Too much of a boss, baby, it's your loss Now you gotta live with it Too much, three much Four much, five much, too much for you Too much, three much Four much, five much, too much for you You told me you love me, I told you I wanna see it You told me it's mine and I could have it when I pleases Every night we sexing, you wearing your Jesus pieces Like Jesus Christ himself gon' save a nigga from misleading I want you to know that I meant that, gotta know that I sent that Text in the middle of the night To tell your ass how to fuck that flight 'Cause I can't sit at home on your couch Listening to word of mouth 'bout how you been out And about fucking hoes, playing out ('Cause) I'm too much of a woman Too much of a woman (too much) Too much of a bad ass bitch Too much of a boss, baby, it's your loss Now you gotta live with it Too much, three much Four much, five much, too much for you Too much, three much Four much, five much, too much for you Too much, too much for you, baby, yeah Too much, too much, no Too much, too much for you

kim

Aw, look at daddy's baby girl That's daddy's baby, little sleepy head Yesterday I changed your diaper Wiped you and powdered you How did you get so big? Can't believe it, now you're two Baby, you're so precious, daddy's so proud of you Sit down, bitch! You move again, I'll beat the shit out of you! (Okay!) Don't make me wake this baby! She don't need to see what I'm 'bout to do! Quit crying, bitch! Why do you always make me shout at you?! How could you just leave me and love him out the blue?! Oh, what's the matter, Kim? Am I too loud for you? Too bad, bitch! You're gonna finally hear me out this time! At first I'm like, "Aight, you wanna throw me out, that's fine!" But not for him to take my place, are you out your mind?! This couch, this TV, this whole house is mine! How could you let him sleep in our bed?! Look it, Kim! Look at your husband now! (No!) I said look at him! He ain't so hot now, is he? Little punk! (Why are you doing this?!) Shut the fuck up! (You're drunk!) (You're never gonna get away with this!) You think I give a fuck?! C'mon! We're going for a ride, bitch! (No!) Sit up front! (We can't just leave Hailie alone, what if she wakes up?) We'll be right back — well, I will, you'll be in the trunk So long, bitch, you did me so wrong I don't wanna go on Living in this world without you So long, bitch, you did me so wrong I don't wanna go on Living in this world without you You really fucked me, Kim, you really did a number on me! Never knew me cheating on you would come back to haunt me But we was kids then, Kim, I was only eighteen That was years ago, I thought we wiped the slate clean That's fucked up! (I love you!) Oh God, my brain is racin' (I love you!) What are you doing? Change the station! I hate this song! Does this look like a big joke? (No!) There's a -year-old little Laying dead with a slit throat in your living room! Ha-ha! What, you think I'm kiddin' you?! You loved him, didn't you? (No!) Bullshit, you bitch! Don't fucking lie to me! What the fuck's this guy's problem on the side of me? Fuck you, asshole! Yeah, bite me! Kim? Kim! Why don't you like me? You think I'm ugly, don'tchu? (It's not that!) No, you think I'm ugly (Baby!) Get the fuck away from me! Don't touch me! I hate you! I hate you! I swear to God, I hate you! Oh my God, I love you! How the fuck could you do this to me?! (I'm sorry!) How the fuck could you do this to me?! So long, bitch, you did me so wrong I don't wanna go on Living in this world without you So long, bitch, you did me so wrong I don't wanna go on Living in this world without you Come on, get out! (I can't! I'm scared!) I said get out, bitch! (Let go of my hair! Please don't do this, baby! Please! I love you! Look, we can just take Hailie and leave!) Fuck you! You did this to us! You did it! It's your fault! "Oh my God, I'm crackin' up" Get a grip, Marshall! Hey, remember the time we went to Brian's party And you were, like, so drunk that you threw up all over Archie? That was funny, wasn't it? (Yes) That was funny, wasn't it?! (Yes!) See, it all makes sense, doesn't it? You and your husband have a fight, one of you tries to grab a knife And during the struggle he accidentally gets his Adam's apple sliced (No!) And while this is going on, his son just woke up And he walks in, she panics, and he gets his throat cut (Oh my God!) So now they both dead And you slash your own throat So now it's double homicide and suicide with no note I shoulda known better when you started to act weird We coulda— hey, where you going? Get back here! You can't run from me, Kim! It's just us, nobody else You're only making this harder on yourself! Ha-ha, gotcha! Go ahead, yell! Here, I'll scream with you, "Ah! Somebody help!" Don't you get it, bitch? No one can hear you! Now shut the fuck up, and get what's comin' to you! You were supposed to love me! Now bleed, bitch, bleed! Bleed, bitch, bleed! Bleed! So long, bitch, you did me so wrong I don't wanna go on Living in this world without you So long, bitch, you did me so wrong I don't wanna go on Living in this world without you

mcgyver

I call these niggas two packs 'Cause all he got is two packs Frontin' like he run the city, why the fuck he do that? I'm like, "Why the fuck he do that?" Hold up, bitch, don't get tired Go with your move, I'm 'bout it Come through like Uber drivers My goons move in silence They turnt up and they wildin' Niggas know how I'm rockin' I give that order we, applyin' pressure Ain't no silence Clear colors, pullin' up, everybody head bop This is not a bandana, check out how these shells pop Say it clear and clisp, I had meant to say crisp All these diamonds in my mouth make me talk with a lisp I had to rap my shit, I just had broke my wrist Don't 'posed to talk to me, say bro control your bitch I clap on, clap on, bring that ass here Was in my feelings 'bout your girl, that was last year You laid up with her, I just stay up with her She ain't like her homegirl, she a makeup killer Take her makeup off and she look way different Now let me see you work out, I love it when you work out In the hood I issue work out, I'm sorry we ain't work out Got my money right and I forgot about you I for, I forgot about you All the niggas that was hatin', they ain't had a second thought about you Big Jigga fuck with me, I'm on the phone with J Real I got the roof laid back, got lil Dreka right here I don't trust too many niggas, switch up on you, they will McFlurry, I put 'em in a combo, boom, boom, boom, boom, pronto Get here, we mixin' gumbo, blockin' shit like Mutombo Run it back, ain't no fumble, disrespect me, go dumbo I just left out the ward, I'm chillin', I'm in the jungle Checkin' on my lake rent houses, flood can't nothin' crumble I ain't on the internet so I don't hear what they're sayin' I'm in the streets, walk up on you, nigga, what is you sayin'? I got somethin' in my... and this gon' stop you from playin' I ain't never went in retirement, I'm still in demand I got the jailhouse clickin', we on fire, I got mojo H-Town boomin' out the dorm on the low though My niggas from other sections keep it realer than niggas That come from the same hood, we played together as children You a silly boy, hold up, you don't know me, why we talkin'? Ask your big dog about my... yeah, real retarded Hold the shop by myself, got it then from here you bought it Gon' step up through there, I'll spray this bitch like Mad Marvin My lil' Juvie, she go to McKinley and I fuck with her I just picked her up after school and smoked a blunt with her I've been fuckin' with lil' NaNa, but she been runnin' from me When I leave she go to uh uh, I can't run out of money Everybody 'bout to take a trip to Miami I don't give a shit, bitch I'm kickin' it in Dallas Get your passport, I'm 'bout to take a bitch to Paris Champs-Élysées, Louis Vuitton, but that's average Michael Kors for my whores, better be happy Say it ain't designer, then I'm leavin', goddamn it If I'm the one that bought it for you, then it's fantastic Ring bought from Wal-Mart, I thought the thought was what mattered

radicals

Random disclaimer! Hey, don't do anything that I say in this song, okay? It's fucking fiction If anything happens, don't fucking blame me White America, fuck Bill O'Reilly Four, three, two, one What the fuck I look like? Saying I'm sorry To a bunch of fucking fags that can't potentially harm me? I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations By the way, I got sixty fucking wolves that'll guard me That skate hard, Thrash' black hoodies, try something Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a Glad bag Fuck all your opinions, I'm tyin' 'em with a shoestring And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing Kill people, burn shit, fuck school Kill people, burn shit, fuck school Kill people, burn shit, fuck school Kill people, burn shit, fuck school I'm fucking radical, nigga, I'm fucking radical I'm fucking radical, I'm motherfucking radical I'm fucking radical, nigga, I'm fucking radical I'm fucking radical, I'm motherfucking radical (Left, right, left, right) Odd Future, Wolf Gang We came together cause We ain't have nobody else Do you? You just might be one of us Are you? Fuck cops, I'm a fucking rockstar Rebel and defiance makes my motherfucking cock hard Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards Fuck school, I'm a fuck up? Fuck Harvard I ain't got no fucking money (hey mom) I ain't got no motherfucking daddy, he ain't teach me shit Child support ain't come, that faggot still ain't bought me anything Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing Kill people, burn shit, fuck school Kill people, burn shit, fuck school Kill people, burn shit, fuck school Kill people, burn shit, fuck school I'm fucking radical, nigga, I'm fucking radical I'm fucking radical, I'm motherfucking radical I'm fucking radical, nigga, I'm fucking radical I'm fucking radical, I'm motherfucking radical (Left, right, left, right) They want us to go to they schools and Be fucking miserable at they fucking college, studying that bullshit Fuck that Do what the fuck makes you happy Cause at the end Who's there? You Fuck school Kill people, burn shit, fuck school Kill people, burn shit, fuck school Kill people, burn shit, fuck school I'm fucking radical, nigga, I'm fucking radical I'm fucking radical, I'm motherfucking radical I'm fucking radical, nigga, I'm fucking radical I'm fucking radical, I'm motherfucking radical Kill people, burn shit, fuck school Kill people, burn shit, fuck school Kill people, burn shit, fuck school Kill people, burn shit, fuck school I'm fucking radical, nigga, I'm fucking radical I'm fucking radical, I'm motherfucking radical I'm fucking radical, nigga, I'm fucking radical I'm fucking radical, I'm motherfucking radical You hear that, nigga? That's cult shit right there, nigga Wolf Gang! Fuck everybody else, nigga! Stand for something, get money, nigga! Wolf Gang in this bitch, nigga, we sixty deep Fuck with me, nigga Odd Future, nigga Stand the fuck up! I'm not saying just to go out and do some stupid shit, commit crimes What I'm trying to tell you is Do what the fuck you want Stand for what the fuck you believe in, and don't let nobody tell you can't do what the fuck you want I'm a fucking unicorn And fuck anybody, who say I'm not Wolf Gang Fuck your traditions, (and) fuck your positions (and) Fuck your religion, (and) fuck your decisions (See,) they're not mine, so you gotta let 'em go See, we can be ourselves, but you gotta let us know Fuck your traditions, (and) fuck your positions (and) Fuck your religion, (and) fuck your decisions (See,) they're not mine, you gotta let 'em go See, we can be ourselves, but you gotta let us know Fuck your traditions, (and) fuck your positions (and) Fuck your religion, (and) fuck your decisions (See,) they're not mine, so you gotta let 'em go See, we can be ourselves, but you gotta let us know Go You gotta let 'em go, let 'em go You gotta let 'em go You gotta let 'em go, let 'em go You gotta let 'em go... You gotta let these shits go, man. It's not making sense to you right now, but... all these little dreams you got, they're not shit. All this rebellion, all this crazy shit you got, saying this shit... getting too old for this shit, man, you gotta grow out of it. Growing up, your dreams are getting bigger. You gotta look at reality, understand that shit, so you don't get caught. I'm just being real Nigga, fuck you I'm just trying to help you, man, trust me Look, I mature day after day, nigga, you don't know shit, you're a fucking therapist Whatever

my fairy king

Ahh, ahh In the land where horses born with eagle wings And honey bees have lost their stings There's singing forever (Ooh, yeah) Lions' den with fallow deer And rivers made from wine so clear Flow on and on forever (and on and on and on) Dragons fly like sparrows thru' the air And baby lambs where Samson dares To go on on on on (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) My fairy king (He rules the air and turns the tides) And can see things that are not there for you and me Ooh yeah (Too soon) My fairy king (He guides the winds) He can do right and nothing wrong (Ahh) Then came man to savage in the night To run like thieves and to kill like knives To take away the power from the magic hand To bring about the ruin to the promised land (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ah) They turn the milk into sour Like the blue in the blood of my veins (Why can't you see it?) Fire burnin' in hell with the cry of screaming pain (Son of heaven set me free and let me go) Sea turns dry no salt from sand Seasons fly no helping hand Teeth don't shine like pearls for poor men's eyes (No more) Someone, someone has drained the color from my wings Broken my fairy circle ring And shamed the king in all his pride Changed the winds and wronged the tides Oh, Mother Mercury (Mercury) Look what they've done to me (yeah) I cannot run I cannot hide (Oh-oh-oh-oh) (Oh-oh-oh-oh) (Oh-oh-oh-oh)

ray bands

She wanna pop bottles and chill with all the folk Hang with all the models and all the centerfolds Showin' off her body, now watch her strike a pose Tryin' to get beside me so she can get a hold Of them ole Bobby Ray Bands She want them Ray Bands, she want them Ray Bands Bobby Ray Bands She want them Ray Bands, she want them Ray Bands She want them Ray Bands, Bobby Ray Bands She wants them Ray Bands cause them bands are gorgeous She looking for a sponsor and I ain't talking corporate She after that endorsement Ever since she saw me on the Forbes list She be getting zero's from heroes They're Zorros with horses That's mustangs and porsches imported from Japan She from Atlanta but she on that Cali strain That's that overseas money, call 'em Taliban(ds) She WMD, all year spring to winter So pencil her in for breakfast, brunch, lunch, and dinner Ain't no incidentals She want them bands like a freelance parade (All day) Compliments of Bobby Ray She wanna pop bottles and chill with all the folk Hang with all the models and all the centerfolds Showin' off her body, now watch her strike a pose Tryin' to get beside me so she can get a hold Of them ole Bobby Ray Bands She want them Ray Bands, she want them Ray Bands Bobby Ray Bands She want them Ray Bands, she want them Ray Bands She want them Ray Bands, Bobby Ray Bands Look, she want them Ray Bands, them Ray Bands, that coin Gourmet top-house sirloin, courtesy of ya boy She she she she think I owe her, Des Moines Quit being annoying, do something useful and roll a joint You see business over bullshit's my company policy And my team's going green and I ain't talking 'bout pottery You tryin' to hit the party, she tryin' to hit the lottery And if they watchin' girl, you're grandfather clockin' it I don't pop bottles, I got pop dollars After Strange Clouds, I'ma drop my rock album Violent bravado, call me Bobby Bravo Every play is crucial, yeah that's my motto Said wassup, yeah we do this all the time Where the real freaks who wanna have a good night? If ya feel that, let it go it's alright The music got you movin' and you're losin' your mind So let me know if it's alright I just wanna know, shawty, have a good time So why don't you let go, let go You're losing control The music got you movin' and you're losing your mind She wanna pop bottles and chill with all the folk Hang with all the models and all the centerfolds Showin' off her body, now watch her strike a pose Tryin' to get beside me so she can get a hold Of them ole Bobby Ray Bands She want them Ray Bands, she want them Ray Bands Bobby Ray Bands She want them Ray Bands, she want them Ray Bands She want them Ray Bands, Bobby Ray Bands

bet cypher 2013

I been here before and I don't mean the last cypher I'm a pen and pad sniper When y'all make it rain, it make your lil' stash lighter When I make it rain, you driving on tough terrain in a lemon with bad wipers I hear all the noise like mad bikers Hip-hop making a big stink like if Shaq had diapers Bunch of half ass liars, with mad hyper reactions to the,, backpack writers But the pack's back, tigers Be a hyena that laughs at lions Let you body something then I snatch that, try 'em And a left hook will send your lil' snapback flyin' Put you birds in the dirt like I sacked Matt Ryan I never tried to be cool, it's just finesse But as a man there's a few of your moves I must address Not tryna' judge but, ooh I must confess Never thought I'd see hip-hop dudes under a dress But back to me, I'm smooth, one of the best Better than you, two letters from "U" up on the chest But no red cape, just redbones in red bottoms High ready to shred weights in a Redman’s red tape They see how the God rolling Gold seven and the car dash crack like Lamar Odom You hear the bars that my squad holdin' And BET thank us again for another hard moment, YAOWA Now my father might try to call me after seein' the show I only answer my smartphone for people I know, dummy Probably a janitor, father like son The cypher is full of crumbs, I'm just sweepin' the floor Hol' up, Pac, Big, and them, Nas, Eminem, I'm your synonym War sentiment, tore ignorant rappers with poor penmanship Unloading my clip in full increments Leaving you on your condominium floor twisted with torn ligaments Born eminent, the boy killer for more Benjamins More dividends, warn women and warn children and Tell 'em this Californian born citizen is getting rid of them illegitimate rappers Cause they more feminine than women that bore children And they more feminine than George Zimmerman Shout out BET for all the airplay My old job is bricks under the stairway See I ain't one of them rappers rapping about they trapping They really ain't trapping, I'm put work in the streets I'm murking the beats err'day My conversation is on but I wanna walk in every BET cypher and murder every rapper spitting Call it hip-hop population control Hashtag FOH, they wanna crucify Crooked I Why, cause I'm bossy, but I'm so street look both ways before you cross me Kill 'em all is what I came to do Black entertainment smacking you White entertainers too Housegang, anybody can get it I got bands for anybody who with it I'm the best note theoretical quotient In alphabetical order, I slaughter every rapper And since I'm strictly West Coast I dump his head in the ocean Pacific Ocean, the specific ocean, I'm sipping potion Listening to you rap, you ain't saying nothin' You talking bread stuntin', you talking red buttons I'm pushing a red button and all my weapons going Karrine Steffans That mean they head hunting Homie you garbage, you probably learned to rap at ICDC college Slaughterhouse, state of emergency Bars for days; Mardi Gras, Bourbon Street Silencin' this 9 so no noise flash out Shout out to Big Sean and Doughboyz Cashout Shoutout to Yeezus, 99 I been rapin' his pocket From doing me I stayed in the pocket Now all I'm trying to do is give Halle Berry a baby today Then I'm outtie tomorrow, after that maybe Drake can adopt it You missed me with your "Who the hottest" list Only demand that I got is I ain't sharin' no spots I light your baby mama house on fire while she in it And turn around and tell her now it's apparent she hot The McLaren is dropped I was riding shotgun with Em before anyone compared him to Pac They don't call us the return of the house for nuttin' We taking real estate back Seal a fate faster than a gas-masked asthmatic with his face wrapped in a plastic pillow case in a safe, trapped Killer stay strapped, in your place Leave a rapper with the Leno face, flat I went away and came back like smack on the interstate My mental state is winner take all You 'bout to fall tryna see the winter break Wish I could take all of that Gucci out of my closet And that vest that Joey wore on show on that dinner date Shoot it 'til it disintergrates You think I fell off, then you either out of your mind Or inside of your mind Lookin' out of your blinds, countin' my truths While I'm out at your Momma house sippin' the fountain of youth, I'm nice I ain't with the chit-chat Punch me, I'll show up where you live at Pitch black, both of y'all can relax when it kick back Tryna run like that'll give you the right of way I'm quick on my feet I can moonwalk sideways God like flow, Jesus rapping; Housegang, G's is rapping He's just yapping, all that beef and scrapping like Miley Cyrus twerkin' Something supposed to be shaking, I just never see it happen Gotta ugly chick that'll try to get cute Not a dime but she's shooting and her Vines never loop But she'd suck the whole group if she'd ride for the night And turn Slaughterhouse into City High for a night Forget where the Ruger put, your crew is shook Ahead of my time, get you hit now from a Future hook If lyrics matter we will spare the matter But none of that is important cause what you wear is a factor And it's getting me upset, riddle me for a sec Literally unimpressed with who y'all pick to be the best So if I'm chosin' where to aim it'll be his head Just to kill whoever's nice, now chivalry is dead It's either you or me, since you love hip-hop I'll have Wale say spoken word at your eulogy Joey, Team Shady, Slaughter dudes When you talk about the best rappers it's rhetorical

rollin

Maybach Music, Maybach Music, Maybach Music My don says we gone be rich one day Lay it down, don't say a sound, gunplay! This for my niggas on the block and hallways Ball every Monday through Sunday, rollin'! Every time you see me on the set boy, I'm rollin' Rims, whips sittin' on them shits boy, I'm rollin' Snatch a dime nigga wanna rip 'cause, I'm rollin'! Nigga, 'cause I'm rollin'! Nigga, 'cause I'm rollin'! My VIPs trump tight, all I see is Ace of Spades 5% tint, behind these all black shades A young nigga paid, number nine Js If you love yo city like me, rep where you stay My campaigns in champagne can't slow down my fast lane I do my damn thing I'm drunk on that kerosene Got birds I'm the batman, pussy by the caravan It's fake? I ain't wearing that. My cake? White as Mayonnaise My chopsticks are foldout, the drum holds a whole lot Just buss me a lick I had to bond my "lil'woe" out Tore down that pussy (yep), left the walls wore out A Dade County nigga twist the fro, and let it grow out I pop bands and count that, can't turn down my loud pack You keep it real in the field? Homeboy I doubt that Think you finna bring it here? think twice we bout that You ride with me? Shout that. Besides you ain't bout that Every time you see me on the set boy, I'm rollin' Rims, whips sittin' on them shits boy, I'm rollin' Snatch a dime nigga wanna rip 'cause, I'm rollin'! Nigga, 'cause I'm rollin'! Nigga, 'cause I'm rollin'! My VIPs trump tight, all I see is Ace of Spades 5% tint, behind these all black shades A young nigga paid, number nine Js If you love yo city like me, rep where you stay I'm drinking ace of spades like a pop soda Man, I'm balling out rapping, I'ma stock holder (Flocka!) Clay Co love me like Brooklyn love Hova Forest Green rover, call it Tarzan Hell yeah I'm sleepwalking boy get off them Xans 100 grand in my pockets, watch me do the money dance I'm finna change my name to Benjamin Flocka Lord forgive me for my sins, I just killed the beat Ostrich on the seats, pineapple paint, bottles on me What you want to drink? Pills on me, who want the heat? Steal two, I'ma Fucking G! Rollin'! Every time you see me on the set boy, I'm rollin' Rims, whips sittin' on them shits boy, I'm rollin' Snatch a dime nigga wanna rip 'cause, I'm rollin'! Nigga, 'cause I'm rollin'! Nigga, 'cause I'm rollin'! My VIPs trump tight, all I see is Ace of Spades 5% tint, behind these all black shades A young nigga paid, number nine Js If you love yo city like me, rep where you stay Gun on my waist, bun in my lace Sittin' all level, squatting on a santé Suckers getting sautéed, for getting all brave Buyer and supplier, it take's 2 to rob base 'Cause the tape on the town, the money on the carpet Fish scale looking like I peel't it off a topping From white sea to water, that shit get to walking One question in that room? That killer get to talking These hoes like a ball man, these hoes just for tossing These chains, these rings, these things, I'm flossin' 8s for spillin', bananas for peeling Her mouth? For fun. Her knees? For kneelin' Rollin'! Every time you see me on the set boy, I'm rollin' Rims, whips sittin' on them shits boy, I'm rollin' Snatch a dime nigga wanna rip 'cause, I'm rollin'! Nigga, 'cause I'm rollin'! Nigga, 'cause I'm rollin'! My VIPs trump tight, all I see is Ace of Spades 5% tint, behind these all black shades A young nigga paid, number nine Js If you love yo city like me, rep where you stay Maybach Music, Maybach Music

amazing story

Could tell the most amazing stories, I grew eyes behind my head My senorita speaking leaving I ain't even trippin Think that every time I'm not around it's other women Lanlord that rap I don't give a fuck about nun of this shit Ate her good while pulling her hair She throwing her pussy back on this dick I'm armed and retawdid giving orders to my squadrin BWA Bread Winners Association, check me out When I kill her from the rear I dick her down (I don't get tired) Feel that dick? Like Julia Roberts on Pretty Woman, bitch on the lips I don't kiss Got a 3 of Juice in my 20 ounce while I ride around, I sip Been going hard, aiming for the stars, this foreign whip that I'm in Say 'What up?' to you, won't smoke with you, me and bitch niggas ain't friends You said you'd never leave Now who's gonna comfort me at night when I'm alone, oh? Actually, hustle hard while in the trap long nights we get it on though I'm stacking cheese, If anything go wrong I know no one will ride for me Garentee, could tell the most amazing stories I grew eyes behind my head They left a nigga for days, shot in the back of my head I see you, no one was on my bed Fuck the feds, fuck the feds In a high ride with Low, I read, show you how to play I never talk, I ain't have to say it I took it, I didn't have a way Eye behind my head, stay in that real view Stay in that big Coupe, money not an issue Blow paper, tissue A bitch can't ever miss you On me, 1, 2, pistols Shooters geek my lil crystals Bitches freak molly crystals Wrist lighting up Christmas Try it, I flipped it, kill this You said you'd never leave Now who's gonna comfort me at night when I'm alone, oh? Actually, hustle hard while in the trap long nights we get it on though I'm stacking cheese, could tell the most amazing stories I got eyes behind my head Could tell the most amazing stories I grew eyes behind my head Truth be told, I'm a gun slanger My nuts hanging to the floor Your friends talk with their eyes telling me we should fuck on the low We could leave the bed made up punch dick in your stomach all on this floor Lick all between your little toes, don't do this type of shit with no hoes Rip out their weave, fuck them hard, she say 'Gates you hurt my insides' Now you feelin' how I'm feelin' really hurtin' on the insides Never let your pride get in the way of what you really love Killing emotion with too many drugs Kiss on it, then lick it while up in the tub (Recession of knowledge that wasn't in lighting thats why on the phone I'm knocking up on my cup?) Bitch get up, fuck I'm sorry, that was suppose to last until tomorrow I'm a gangster never in her life has she been around anyone like I You said you'd never leave Now who's gonna comfort me at night when I'm alone, oh? Actually, hustle hard while in the trap long nights we get it on though I'm stacking cheese, If anything go wrong I know no one will ride for me Garentee, could tell the most amazing stories I grew eyes behind my head

real

Girl, you know what I’m saying This beat is so, so Metro Whatever I ask you to do, she gonna know it Real ride or die I’m stunning She fuck with me, she don’t fuck with you She take them charges for me, if I tell her too She fuck, she fuck, she fuck, she fuck with me She fuck, she fuck, I know she fuck with me Real nigga since day one Real nigga over here, baby A real nigga going straight South A real nigga don't drink beer, baby Real nigga gonna make money Real nigga never feel that Real nigga, I don't know you I ain’t seen shit, and I don’t hear nothing Pardon that and I meant that Swerve on them in the Bentley I see the girl coming, tell her, get back But the 45 knock your shit back Mid match on the perpetrator Big gats it's a murder scene I got another gun in my left hand I bet a deaf man, he done heard of me 911 It's a emergency You’re scared nigga, I’m killing these niggas Broke in the game like a burglary Like surgery, I’m splitting these niggas, wig up Get rich homies, all the broke niggas gonna fear us She done fell in love with a real nigga She fuck with me, she don’t fuck with you She take them charges for me, if I tell her too She fuck, she fuck, she fuck, she fuck with me (I know she do!) She fuck, she fuck, she fuck, I know she fuck with me Real niggas over here, baby Real niggas over here Real niggas over here, baby Real niggas over here Real niggas over here, baby Real niggas over here Real niggas over here, baby Ain’t nothing but them niggas, over here, baby! Rich Homie my clique, baby So real niggas over here A broke nigga ain’t shit, baby So I’m trying to get over here A hundred thousand I spent Baby, on wardrobe this year (I did) Real niggas are related to me Real niggas know how I feel And real niggas know how I live You can ask Nard or lightpoe made a million and ain't got a deal That features and a lot of show I’m at the table, trying to get a mil I already got one, but I need more Like Ceelo, I need green But I'm still gon be an outcast Got a bottom grill so I talk cash Money shit, nigga Broke ass nigga I walk past Yeen shit nigga 35 hoes make em call the cops Even though that homie a rich nigga And I got them Ms She talk too much she told her friends She fuck with me, she don’t fuck with you She take them charges for me, if I tell her too She fuck, she fuck, she fuck, she fuck with me (I know she do!) She fuck, she fuck, she fuck, I know she fuck with me Real niggas over here, baby Real niggas over here Real niggas over here, baby Real niggas over here Real niggas over here, baby Real niggas over here Real niggas over here, baby Ain’t nothing but them niggas, over here, baby!

complex party house freestyle

Balling like Jabari Parker, they say I look like him If we met bet it would be awkward Break out the Sudafed, cause the flow cold like a SoCo I was smoking John Lennon with my Yoko It's that grandma you ain't ready yet I'mma show we the illest Got my grandma to kill it I'm in the mood so you feel it I'm in the the mood so we ball out Got the top down in the back, we could fall out We could fall out, nigga we could fall out Your girlfriend push a Prius, she giving me that genius MENSA, we that Tony Danza Lying on my rug, bitch you know that shit expensive I'm on that Willy Wonka, green so Tonka Vape so good, I ain't gotta smoke blanca Nigga, I'm a monster, fuck it I'm a mon-star Man I got this beat, I'm going HAM like a cop car

gimme more

It's Britney, bitch I see you And I just wanna dance with you {Giggles} Every time they turn the lights down Just wanna go that extra mile for you Your public display of affection (Oh-oh-oh) Feels like no one else in the room (But you) We can get down like there's no one around We keep on rocking (We keep on rocking) We keep on rocking (We keep on rocking) Cameras are flashing While we're dirty dancing They keep watching (They keep watching) Keep watching Feels like the crowd are saying Gimme, gimme (More) Gimme (More) Gimme, gimme (More) Gimme, gimme (More) Gimme (Mo-) Gimme, gimme (More) Gimme, gimme (More) Gimme (More) Gimme, gimme (More) Gimme, gimme (More) Gimme (Mo-) Gimme, gimme (More) The center of attention (Do you feel that?) Even when we're up against the wall You got me in a crazy position (Yeah) If you're on a mission (Uh-huh) You got my permission (Oh) We can get down like there's no one around We keep on rocking (Keep on rocking) We keep on rocking (Oh) Rocking (Uh-huh) Cameras are flashing While we're dirty dancing They keep watching (They keep watching) Keep watching Feels like the crowd are saying Gimme, gimme (More) Gimme (More) Gimme, gimme (More) Gimme, gimme (More) Gimme (Mo-) Gimme, gimme (More) Gimme, gimme (More) Gimme (More) Gimme, gimme (More) Gimme, gimme (More) Gimme (Mo-) Gimme, gimme (More) (Mo-mo-mo-mo-mo-mo....) (Ooh, ooh, ooh...) I just can't control myself (Mo-mo-mo-mo-mo-mo) (More!) Oh! They want more? Well, I'll give them more (Mo-mo-mo-mo-mo-mo) Ow! (More!) Gimme, gimme (More) Gimme (More) Gimme, gimme (More) (Give me more!) Gimme, gimme (More) Gimme (Mo-) Gimme, gimme (More) Oo-oo-ooh! Gimme, gimme (More) Gimme (More) Gimme, gimme (More) Gimme, gimme (More) Give me more, yeah Gimme (Mo-) Gimme, gimme (More) Oh-oh-oh Gimme more, gimme more (Mo-mo-mo-mo-mo-mo) (More) Gimme more, gimme more, babe (Danja, Danja, Danja, Danja Danja, Danja, Danja, Danja) I just want more (Ooh-oh-oh-oh-oh, ooh-oh-oh-oh-oh) (Ooh-oh-oh-oh-oh, ooh-oh-oh-oh-oh) (Ooh-oh-oh-oh-oh, ooh-oh-oh-oh-oh) (Ooh-oh-oh-oh-oh) (Mo-mo-mo-mo-mo-mo) (Ooh-oh-oh-oh-oh) Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme (Danja, Danja, Danja, Danja) Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme Bet you didn't see this one coming The Incredible Lago (Mo-mo-mo-mo-mo-mo) The legendary Miss Britney Spears, haha And the unstoppable Danja Ah, you gonna have to remove me ‘Cause I ain’t going nowhere (Mo-mo-mo-mo-mo-mo) (More)

the prophets song

Oh, oh, people of the earth "Listen to the warning," the seer he said Beware the storm that gathers here Listen to the wise man I dreamed I saw on a moonlit stair Spreading his hand on the multitude there A man who cried for a love gone stale And ice cold hearts of charity bare I watched as fear took the old man's gaze Hopes of the young in troubled graves "I see no day," I heard him say So grey is the face of every mortal Oh, oh, people of the earth! "Listen to the warning," the prophet he said For soon the cold of night will fall Summoned by your own hand Ah, ah, children of the land Quicken to the new life, take my hand Fly and find the new green bough (Ooh) Return like the white dove He told of death as a bone white haze Taking the lost and the unloved babe Late too late, all the wretches run These kings of beasts now counting their days From mother's love is the son estranged Married his own, his precious gain The earth will shake, in two will break And death all round will be your dowry Oh, oh, people of the earth "Listen to the warning," the seer he said For those who hear and mark my words (Oo-oo-oo-ooh) Listen to the good plan Oh, oh, oh, oh And two by two, my human zoo They'll be running for to come Running for to come out of the rain Oh, flee for your life Who heed me not let all your treasure make you Oh, fear for your life Deceive you not, the fires of hell will take you (Hell will take you) Should death await you Ah, people can you hear me? And now I know, and now I know And now I know, I know, I know that you can hear me And now I know, now I know Now I know, now I know Now I know, now I know Now I know, now I know Now I know, the earth will shake, in two will break The earth will shake, in two will break Death all around, around, around, around Around, around, around, around Now I know, now I know Now I know And now I know, now I know Now I know, now I know Now I know, now I know Now I know, now I know Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah Listen to the wise, listen to the wise, listen to the wise Listen to the wise, listen to the wise man La, la La la la la (La, la) La, la (La la la la) La la la la (La, la) La, la (La la la la) La la la la (La, la) La, la (La la la la) La la la la (La, la) La, la (La la la la) La la la la (La, la) La, la (La la la la) La la la la (La, la) La, la (La la la la) La, la (La, la) La, la (La, la) La, la (La, la) La, la (La, la) La, la (La, la) La, la (La, la) La, la (La, la) Come Here (La, La) I, You (Come Here) Come Here (I, You) I, You (Come Here) Come Here (I, You) I, You (Come Here) Ah, ah, ah, ah, aah Listen to the man, listen to the man Listen to the man, listen to the mad man God give you grace to purge this place And peace all around may be your fortune Oh, oh, children of the land Love is still the answer, take my hand The vision fades, a voice I hear "Listen to the madman!" Ooh, but still I fear and still I dare not Laugh at the madman!

bible

Yeah, hand on my gun, hand on my Bible Bible, yeah, hand on my gun Praying to my gun it be my Bible Me and two bitches in the shower, oooh Too sauced up on these hoes, I'm going viral oooh Jackboy, I sell his ass a brick of flour Hand on my gun, hand on my Bible, Bible Hand on my gun, hand on my Bible, Bible Hand on my gun, hand on my Bible Praying to my gun it be my Bible I'ma dope boy never fold never told grand on overload In the kitchen with the stove, baking soda, pot and bowl Swear to God I'll kill a nigga then repent wo wo I'm a millionaire and I grind for every cent (Amen) Plug came that's a blessing (blessing) Fuck these hoes I ain't stressing (never) Leave the house with no weapon I'ma make sure the money right no discrepancies Grind mode Young nigga had a quarter pound but he stayed down down front row at the SuperBowl Team strong we campaign pop champagne win the SuperBowl I can change the flow up (flow up) I can take that work inside the kitchen make it blow up (blow up) You want a sack I make it show up (show up) Don't make me bring that Lam out just to pick your hoe up (lil nigga) Praying to my gun it be my Bible Me and two bitches in the shower woo woo Too sauced up on these hoes, I'm going viral woo woo Jackboy, I sell his ass a Brick of flour Hand on my gun, hand on my Bible, Bible Hand on my gun, hand on my Bible, Bible Hand on my gun, hand on my Bible Praying to my gun it be my Bible Hand on my gun hand on my Bible Just hit a lick for 500 thousand Just copped a whip for 500 thousand That loud had 500 pounds of it (preach) Dope boy I got money and the power (preach) My job pay 100 grand a hour (preach) My hoe want me to fuck her in the shower (preach) My hoe want me to fuck her for a hour (preach) Little money nigga we ain't never accepted that Big choppas any beef you know we dealt with that These watches like trophies These niggas like vultures These bitches like roaches and we good with that Praying to my gun it be my Bible (Bible) Me and two bitches in the shower (in tha shower) Too sauced up on these hoes, I'm going viral (viral) Jackboy, I sell his ass a brick of flour (flour) Hand on my gun, hand on my Bible, Bible (my Bible) Hand on my gun, hand on my Bible, Bible (my Bible) Hand on my gun, hand on my Bible Praying to my gun it be my Bible Church, hand on my gun hand on my Bible Fingers on the trigger like vagina The Bible open right there on the dresser I just pray that all my enemies are watching me from heaven I'm peeking round the corner before I turn that muthafucka I played them corners like I'm Richard Sherman muthafucka I play in my position on these niggas 1st and 10 Treating that prescription like a scripture amen (amen) Now we in the kitchen with the chickens and the hens yeah! Lord please forgive us but we sinning for the rent I just popped 2 pills I feel them bitches kickin' in 0-100 got a ticket in the Benz Show me where the Bible say thou shall not ball I just hit a lick for a thousand Adderalls I just rolled a blunt up in a page from the Bible And all my niggas psycho and all my bitches spiteful John 3:16 Praying to my gun it be my Bible(my Bible) Me and two bitches in the shower (shower) Too sauced up on these hoes, I'm going viral (viral) Jackboy, I sell his ass a brick of flour (flour) Hand on my gun, hand on my Bible, Bible (my Bible) Hand on my gun, hand on my Bible, Bible (my Bible) Hand on my gun, hand on my Bible (my Bible) Praying to my gun it be my Bible (Bible) Hand on my Bible Hand on my Bible Hand on my gun, hand on my Bible That be my Bible, yeah, Tunechi

plug callin

Plug callin' Who the fuck is this it's ten in the morning Young nigga ran it up bands beating Pick up the phone cause I need it The plug he speaking no English Plug callin' Who the fuck is this it's ten in the morning Young nigga ran it up bands beating Pick up the phone cause I need it The plug he speaking no English Como estas, I pick up the phone for the guap Hundred band jugg I need it, swear to God I was broke had to get it Walk in my bank got O's, getting head from two hoes Touchdown, Dwayne Bowe The plug he calling the metro I'm rich forever, rockstar chain heavy metal Rings on me been the champ, racks on me nigga limp Imma bust on her titties, left wrist cost a 50 Chain on me cost a hundred, I was born to get money Plug callin' Who the fuck is this it's ten in the morning Young nigga ran it up bands beating Pick up the phone cause I need it The plug he speaking no English Plug callin' Who the fuck is this it's ten in the morning Young nigga ran it up bands beating Pick up the phone cause I need it The plug he speaking no English The plug is speaking no English, I got these rings on my fingers These bitches they coming in singles, I'm married to money, subpoena Uh yeah, uh what, I'm balling in and off the court Your man broke and he a dork, I need the money I need more Uh yeah, uh wait, Rich Forever on my chain All these bitches give me brain, I'm smoking weed, I swear it's mary jane Uh yeah, uh wow, my pictures so perfect like Myles I fuck your bitch go up her blouse, I smoke a nigga, I call him black and mild Plug callin' Who the fuck is this it's ten in the morning Young nigga ran it up bands beating Pick up the phone cause I need it The plug he speaking no English Plug callin' Who the fuck is this it's ten in the morning Young nigga ran it up bands beating Pick up the phone cause I need it The plug he speaking no English

lucidity scene

What'd you wanna be when you grew up? Honestly? A musician... What? I know man, crazy right? Nah, what's crazy is... Original music hasn't been created since Earth! I know man. Lucidity... What? Back then, people had dreams and achieved them in a state of total consciousness. Shit we took for granted was obvious; water, food supply. It's insane to think everyday life for everyone in Babel is the quest for Paradise. I dunno, I guess that's what I'm looking for... What, being able to make music? Not just that. If the laws are abolished following the migration—we're free dude! We're not slaves, Thomas... We aren't? You can't do anything outside the cause—not really. That's why we watch the same movies and listen to the same music. I mean don't get me wrong, the catalogue is incredible, but we need... I don't know... Something more? Yeah, somethin' more...

uoeno extended remix

U.O.E.N.O it Ol’ high class niggas This shit sound crazy Fly shit only You know what I’m sayin’? This a thousand dollar pair of shoes and you don’t even know it This a thousand dollar cup of lean and you don’t even know it This a half a million dollar car, you don’t even know it I came up from bottom, you don’t even know it My niggas all ride with me on, you don’t even know it Got killers with me right now, you don’t even know it This a million dollar watch nigga, you don’t even know it Got a million dollar crib nigga, you don’t even know it Ay that monster truck, sit tall as fuck, it’s so big can’t even tow it Don’t like snakes keep my grass cut, so low can’t even mow it Sip Dom Perri’, little high glow, no no we don’t do Moet If it ain’t P.J., no Rose from me ho, so don’t even pour it Specks on Tom Ford, button-down Michael Kors Always on like the refrigerator, I’m plugged in, ho, you know it AP and that PK, wear a Breitling when I’m bored Got a Masterpiece and a 41-millimeter, and you ain’t even know it Keep the .45 in my pocket: ain’t gon’ show it ’til I have to pop it Then you gone know it, damn who shot you, they don’t even know it Hawks game f-ckin’ floor it, TV seat front row it Rocko Da Don CEO it, ain’t gotta rap and you know it This a thousand dollar pair of shoes and you don’t even know it This a thousand dollar cup of lean and you don’t even know it This a half a million dollar car, you don’t even know it I came up from bottom, you don’t even know it My niggas all ride with me on, you don’t even know it Got killers with me right now, you don’t even know it This a million dollar watch nigga, you don’t even know it Got a million dollar crib nigga, you don’t even know it That nigga sold you that re-rock, you ain't even know it I die over these Reeboks, you ain't even know it Put Molly all in her champagne, she ain’t even know it I took her home and I enjoyed that, she ain't even know it Got a hundred acres I live on, you ain't even know it Got a hundred rounds in this AR, you ain't even know it Got a bag of bitches I play with, on cloud 9 in my spaceship Zoned out but he stay fresh from Zone 1 through Zone 6 Bricks all in my blood, birds all in my dreams Boats all in my yard, lemon pepper my wings I’m bout to get you fuck niggas wacked, you ain't even know it Your main nigga bout to turn his back, you ain't even know it This a thousand dollar pair of shoes and you don’t even know it This a thousand dollar cup of lean and you don’t even know it This a half a million dollar car, you don’t even know it I came up from bottom, you don’t even know it My niggas all ride with me on, you don’t even know it Got killers with me right now, you don’t even know it This a million dollar watch nigga, you don’t even know it Got a million dollar crib nigga, you don’t even know it](1743407) Been rich for 'bout a year now, you ain't even know it Had a long talk with my accountant, I ain't even blow it The whole game bit my shit, you ain't even know it A$AP on the remix, you ain't even know it I say these niggas, need lord - got a crib they can't even afford In the club lookin' all bored Show 'em your money, you ain't even throw it And that crib you don't even own it That lean, you ain't even pour it Every bad bitch dream about my dick, you ain't even know it She poppin' and droppin' it lower Droppin' it down to the floor Give you the feeling it's yours, hoping you, score, you ain't even know her She asked about my journey as she sat upon my lap I said "I'm fresh up out the slums but I ain't never going back" You ain't know? This a thousand dollar pair of shoes and you don’t even know it This a thousand dollar cup of lean and you don’t even know it This a half a million dollar car, you don’t even know it I came up from bottom, you don’t even know it My niggas all ride with me on, you don’t even know it Got killers with me right now, you don’t even know it This a million dollar watch nigga, you don’t even know it Got a million dollar crib nigga, you don’t even know it We've got a lot of marijuana If you see me you got a problem Run up on me like you want it Guaranteed we're gonna solve it They'll be thinkin' someone shot him Hit him with a bottle I'mma let a nigga have it Started from the bottom Now my diamonds looking autumn And police don't even caught him It's a milli if you call him, presidential rollie It's a ticket if you want it And I'll show you lil' niggas you can get it if you want it U-O-E-N-O... That good weed you don't even blow See I drank so much Bombay in here tonight, can't even drive And that head feel so good to me that I can't even lie See me all up on the curb, you think I'm drunk when I'm swerving See you ask how much it cost, you niggas got a lot of nerve So much money All the motherfuckin' bottles up in here I got nervous Order more, car service - Phantom Rolls Royce curtains Roll one more and that's curtains Young Khalifa, that's curtains In Taylor Gang we worship This a thousand dollar pair of shoes and you don’t even know it This a thousand dollar cup of lean and you don’t even know it This a half a million dollar car, you don’t even know it I came up from bottom, you don’t even know it My niggas all ride with me on, you don’t even know it Got killers with me right now, you don’t even know it This a million dollar watch nigga, you don’t even know it Got a million dollar crib nigga, you don’t even know it Got tats all on my skin, up to my forehead Tryna hide all this pain, I don’t wanna show it I’m about my dollars, I Creflo it What’s the use of havin' that ass if you ain’t gon' throw it? (tell ‘em) I say throw that ass (throw that ass…) Got the city on my back right now, I’mma need shoulder pads In every photograph I take – picture Niggas know I got them priors – Richard Jealous niggas I despise – pistol And if she a cutie-pie, I’ll eat you Got half a key in my car, you don’t even know it I don’t have a key to my car, that bitch foreign Ammunition on me, I Rambo it Watch me swag over this beat, I’m flamboyant This a thousand dollar pair of shoes and you don’t even know it This a thousand dollar cup of lean and you don’t even know it This a half a million dollar car, you don’t even know it I came up from bottom, you don’t even know it My niggas all ride with me on, you don’t even know it Got killers with me right now, you don’t even know it This a million dollar watch nigga, you don’t even know it Got a million dollar crib nigga, you don’t even know it I’m turned up every day, you don’t even know it Got your bitch with me right now, you don’t even know it We turn up in the club, you don’t even know it Got a hundred bottles comin’, you don’t even know it We came up from nothin’, you don’t even know it Drive a half a million dollar car, you don’t even know it This a thousand dollar pair of shoes, you don’t even know it Got a bitch that speak no English, she don’t even know it This a thousand dollar pair of shoes and you don’t even know it This a thousand dollar cup of lean and you don’t even know it This a half a million dollar car, you don’t even know it I came up from bottom, you don’t even know it My niggas all ride with me on, you don’t even know it Got killers with me right now, you don’t even know it This a million dollar watch nigga, you don’t even know it Got a million dollar crib nigga, you don’t even know it

dont you know

Fresh from London... Paris, Germany... It's Euro-Jay... International Hov'... Bonsoir, muh'fuckas!... We back... As if we never left this bitch... on top... it's worldwide... Still Just Blaze'in this shit up... Every place I visit, I got land there How could niggas stand there Say I sound like them? Hell no Push wigs back, push Bentley drops that's yellow Started from the elbow, nigga, from the get-go No, not the Geico, ain't nothing accidental Just the facts that I've been through Perhaps if you was into Half of the shit I've been through That'd make your pen move Your mind would open, your heart would bleed Instead y'all niggas flow oh so retardedly You sound retarded to me! How could you stand there, pants near down to your ass, you wanna spar with me I'll put you down in the grass, it's the God MC, Young V-I-T-O Young'n, you are my hijo My son dula I clean the cesspool up Rap stinks You cats are the Sphinx You cut off your nose to spite your face Bet you like it that way don'tchya? Don't you know? When you're defeated, young punk? Won't you throw Won't you throw in the towel, stop running your mouth Don't you know that we know you're just running your mouth Cause when this shit pops off, we gonna run in your house Don't you know When you're defeated, young punk? Won't you throw? Won't you throw in the towel? I'm better with vowels My vocabulary murders the dictionary Flow switches every 16, shits mean, man Shit, I'm heavy in the game I ain't worried 'bout a thing Last man standing Blam-blamming the cannon 48 Hours, it's Reggie Hammond The colte, Nick Nolte My demeanor is Humphrey Bogie Baby, I'm comfy, cozy, my spot is solidified Roc-a-bye baby, I sing you a lullabye How ill am I? BK to Philladi- Delphia! Niggas feelin how real am I Shit, I carry two Taurus, niggas they call me Gemini Though my birthday is one day before December 5 It's S Carter, the archer, I throw darts at ya Arrows through your apparel, I will dearly depart ya It's clearly hard for ya, what God has bestowed on me You nah destroys me nigga; nigga I'm poetry In four part harmony, it's like Jodeci Check out my melody, my flow is a felony Oh, I'm so seventies, I'm in tune with the heavenly Governing body - Check, check, check out my destiny I walk leaving four footprints My hood sense My book smarts My faith of the unknown And a good heart What's seldom shown is the good part Like I said Try to bring 'em life, but they want dead You won't listen Hov' is a nice guy, but you don't miss him That'll piss him off quick, you won't listen Don't you know? When you're defeated, young punk? Won't you throw Won't you throw in the towel, stop running your mouth Don't you know that we know you're just running your mouth Cause when this shit pops off, we gonna run in your house Don't you know When you're defeated, young punk? Won't you throw? Won't you throw in the towel? I'm better with vowels My vocabulary murders the dictionary Flow switches every 16, shits mean, man

muse

We on the westside of this eastside shit Who's tryna rock with me tonight? Girl I can see you're stressed Come rely on me for sex Keep your thighs in line, and hold on Get it right tonight and turn me on Ain't this what you need, nice to know what you want Not the typical, girl I'm gone On my mind full of liquor Tryna think of all the reasons not to mind those niggas Fuck with a winner, once inside bet you gonna deny your nigga W-where he at, wouldn't really wanna be that other nigga The way I’m kissing her slow She said she don't wanna see that other nigga Let me justify why you're with me I'll be coming in and out, that's what you need Don't hesitate (Don't do it) Girl let me demonstrate (Let me do it) Let me demonstrate on you Girl don't hesitate Cause I won't hesitate on you What will it take? What will it take? What will it take? What will it take? Bad bitches from Oakland She could be a model (She's a) She's a model, She's modeling for Me while I get this straight (Me while I get this straight) Tease while I hit high grade (Tease while I hit that grade) Let me let me get that a (Please let me get that a) Please let me get that tease while you get sexy I was getting by 'til I saw you ('til I saw you, 'til I saw you baby) Now I ran into you, pull a U-ie Drive and smoke, the fuck I'm doing? Pulled up on you, pulled up on you, pulled up on you baby Don't hesitate (Don't do it) Girl let me demonstrate (Let me do it) Let me demonstrate on you Girl don't hesitate Cause I won't hesitate on you What will it take? What will it take? What will it take? What will it take? Every day, every night, every morning Right by my side... You put pressure on me Anyway you wanted me I was there for you Time over and time again

emmett till apology

Dear Till Family: As a recording artist, I have always been interested in word play. My lyrics often reference people, places and events in my music, as well as the music that I create for or alongside other artists It has come to my attention that lyrics from my contribution to a fellow artist’s song has deeply offended your family. As a father myself, I cannot imagine the pain that your family has had to endure. I would like to take a moment to acknowledge your hurt, as well as the letter you sent to me via your attorneys Moving forward, I will not use or reference Emmett Till or the Till family in my music, especially in an inappropriate manner. I fully support Epic Record’s decision to take down the unauthorized version of the song and to not include the reference in the version that went to retail. I will not be performing the lyrics that contain that reference live and have removed them from my catalogue I have tremendous respect for those who paved the way for the liberty and opportunities that African-Americans currently enjoy. As a business owner who employs several African-American employees and gives philanthropically to organizations that help youth to pursue their dreams my ultimate intention is to uplift rather than degrade our community Best Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr Lil Wayne

sacrifices

Oh-oh-oh (Metro Boomin want some more nigga) Blue hundreds all on the mattress We gon' role play like a actress Money's a mess on the table Eyes on that essex and cable Wanna ride you like a wave Baby I'm feeling your wave You could get this anyway I don't think it's just a phase Count up that money we sexing in Count up that money we sexing in Count up that money we sexing in Count up that money we sexing in We spending quality time now I'm taking issues aside now I'm gon' run back on your mind now I'll make you mine, make you mine It's not my M.O to fall in love But fucking around with me is dangerous The lines are blurry now, this isn't lust But you like it (but you like it) And I like it (and I like it) Never known you had it so bad Never knew I'd do you so right Never felt this feeling so fast Never knew it was worth the sacrifice Never known you had it so bad Never knew I'd do you so right Never felt this feeling so fast Never knew it was worth the sacrifice Second round, can you last tonight? Spin me round and leave it inside E-E-Extra loud, every time we play Watch me dance around all over your face I'm, yeah, I'ma ride shotgun with you I took a shot with just you He gon' pull up in the Chevy He gon' blow up like a levy We gon' lay up like a headboard Do all the shit that you ask for It's not my M.O, to fall in love But fucking around with me is dangerous The lines are blurry now, this isn't lust But you like it (but you like it) And I like it (and I like it) (Sacrifices) Never known you'd had it so bad Never knew I'd do you so right Never felt this feeling so fast Never knew it was worth the sacrifice Never known you'd had it so bad Never knew I'd do you so right Never felt this feeling so fast Never knew it was worth the sacrifice Sacrifices Sac-sacrifices I'm gonna touch you if you let me keep you up I'm gon' show you what it's like to be loved I'm gon' treat you just the way that you deserve I'm gonna touch you just the way that you deserve I'm gon' take you where you've never been before I'm gon' hold ya like you outta be held I'm gonna kiss you, pin you up against the wall I'm gonna give you some place warm to lay your head, ohh I will not be ignored

summerboy

One, two, three Nowhere Yeah, we’re goin' nowhere fast Maybe this time I’ll be yours, you’ll be mine C-c-c-crazy (crazy) Get your ass in my bed Baby, you’ll be just my summer boyfriend (Summerboy...) Let’s get lost, you can take me home Somewhere nice, we can be alone Bikini top’s comin' o-o-off Don’t be sad when the sun goes down You’ll wake up, and I’m not around I’ve got to go, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh We’ll still have the summer after all Sometimes you might start a fight But I’m happy pretending we're alright Sunglasses cover up my green eyes My martini glistens, yeah, while checking out other guys (Summerboy...) Let’s get lost, you can take me home Somewhere nice, we can be alone Bikini top’s coming o-o-off Don’t be sad when the sun goes down You’ll wake up, and I’m not around I’ve got to go, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh We’ll still have the summer after all Hey there, Summerboy Let’s go for a drive Take me for a ride Never gonna close our eyes Hey there, Summerboy I’m a busy girl Don’t got too much time Hurry up, before I change my mind Hey there, Summerboy I’m taking off my heels Let’s go for a run Have a little summer fu-u-un Have a little summer fu-u-un (Summerboy...) Let’s get lost, you can take me home Somewhere nice, we can be alone Bikini top’s poppin' o-o-off Don’t be sad when the sun goes down You’ll wake up, and I’m not around You've got to go, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh We’ll still have the summer after... Let’s get lost, you can take me home Somewhere nice we can be alone I have got my, summer-summerboy Don’t be sad when the sun goes down You’ll wake up and I’m not around I have got my, summer-summerboy And we’ll still have the summer after all I've got my- Yes, I've got my- I've got my summer-summer boy

trip

Ooh, yeah, yeah I put my feelings on safety So I don't go shootin' where your heart be 'Cause you take the bullet tryna save me Then I'm left to deal with makin' you bleed And that's a whole lotta love, ain't tryna waste it Like we be runnin' a mile to never make it That's just too bitter for worse, don't wanna taste it That's just too bitter for worse, don't wanna face it But I think that I'm done trippin', I'm trip-trippin' I've been sippin', that's how I control This feelin', you keep givin' You keep on hittin' it, ooh, oh Maybe it's your love, it's too good to be true Baby boy, your love, got me trippin' on you You know your love is big enough, make me trip up on you Yeah, it's big enough, got me trippin' on you, trip-trippin' on you My bad, my bad for, trippin' on you (Trippin' on you) My bad, my bad for, trippin' on you (Trippin' on you) Boy, you know we cool when I ain't waitin' But I act a fool when I don't get it And I'm steady bruisin' just to save this But I tripped on your love, now I'm addicted And that's a whole lotta love, ain't tryna waste it Like we be runnin' a mile to never make it That's just too bitter for worse, don't wanna taste it That's just too bitter for worse, don't wanna face it But I think that I'm done trippin', I'm trip-trippin' I've been sippin', that's how I control This feelin', you keep givin' You keep on hittin' it, ooh, oh Maybe it's your love, it's too good to be true Baby boy, your love, got me trippin' on you You know your love is big enough, make me trip up on you Yeah, it's big enough, got me trippin' on you, trip-trippin' on you My bad, my bad for, trippin' on you (Trippin' on you, trippin' on you) My bad, my bad for, trippin' on you (Trippin' on you, trippin' on you) That's some kind of love, baby (Drip, drip) That's the type of love, make me (Trip, trip, trippin' on you) It's big enough, make me (Drip, drip) It's big enough, got me (Trip, trip, trippin' on you) I'm done trippin', I'm trip-trippin' I've been sippin', that's how I control This feelin', you keep givin' You keep on hittin' it, ooh, oh Maybe it's your love, it's too good to be true Baby boy, your love, got me trippin' on you You know your love is big enough, make me trip up on you Yeah, it's big enough, got me trippin' on you, trip-trippin' on you My bad, my bad for, trippin' on you (My bad, my bad, my bad, trippin' on you, yeah) My bad, my bad for, trippin' on you (Trippin' on you, trippin' on you, baby) My bad, my bad for, trippin' on you (Trippin' on you) Said I admit I was wrong when I did it My bad, my bad, my bad for, trippin' on you (Trippin' on you, trippin' on you) Trippin' on you, yeah, yeah Ooh, yeah, yeah

wicked

Keep your distance from her Keep your distance from her Keep your distance from her Keep your distance from her Would you give me a moment? Give me a try Don't leave me hanging, no, that isn't right Why do we do this? Throw me a lie You like the attention, and you get what you like I just wanna get you closer I don't wanna play these games All you wanna be is wanted Makes your ego okay Why you gotta tease me, baby? Why you gotta play these games? Every time you come over I don't ever get no play She's fucking wicked But I love the way she hurts me I'm so addicted to her loving That girl is vicious When you see her, be sure That you're keeping your distance From her loving I'm being the good guy, I'm being polite You tell me I'm too nice, maybe you're right And I don't wanna hear that, I ain't your type What does that even mean, girl? Can I get a reply? I just wanna get you closer I don't wanna play these games All you wanna be is wanted Makes your ego okay Why you gotta tease me, baby? Why you gotta be this way? Every time you come over I don't ever get no play She's fucking wicked But I love the way she hurts me I'm so addicted to her loving That girl is vicious When you see her, be sure That you're keeping your distance From her loving Yeah, could list a million reasons why it wouldn't work She asked, "When the last time you had to put in work?" She stopped my hand when I would try to put it up her skirt She don't wanna give it, she just wanna flirt Pretty as a picture, but she do me dirt When she don't hit me back, I start to go berserk Goddamn, babe, why you leave me hangin'? Why you playin'? Think she do it all for entertainment Yeah, she should walk around with a warning sign "Do not touch, keep away, avoid the fine" Super bad bitch, she ain't sorta fine Stayed over and she vanished by the mornin' time Payed a pretty penny just to take her out And she ain't let me smash, we only makin' out My homie told me, "Stay away, she trouble, bro" But I think I'm addicted to her lovin' though You know, uh She's fucking wicked But I love the way she hurts me I'm so addicted to her loving That girl is vicious When you see her, be sure That you're keeping your distance From her loving Keep your distance from her Keep your distance from her Keep your distance from her Keep your distance from her

bag of money

"Where's the fucking money, shitheaddddddddd???!!!" Yo, fucking Paulie TRYBE, man Get your muthafucking hand out her asshole We gotta go, fam, we gotta go, kid Yo, get the whip, get the whip! I'll take 21st Century poets that's for a thousand Curly hair or Nubian women get me aroused To the point I wanna gamble it all I was smashing from the back She put her hands on the wall She couldn't take the thrust Only lust like a fiend for the dust Or the pizza from Pezzi, perfect Want to sleep with the crust Or the 740 Alpina, leather seats is a must And my shorty holding a nina Rolling green in a duuuuuuuuuutch! Bronsolini, organically I rise to paper In the purest form, lyrically derived from nature Like the Amazon, put your cameras on Watch this muthafucka turn into an animal! Light stubble, rock the muzzle like Hannibal Jump off the top of the boat into a cannonball Hoes with gold teeth, we off the coast of Greece In under 3 seconds, muthafucka load the piece Kid, the bag of money coming with me You muthafucka The bag of money coming with me Yeah, the bag of money's coming with me Muthafucka you Surprise! Lauren is in the house I eat fowl birds and keep a hen inside my mouth Always extra, guest featuring with Dr. Lecter Like Bald Head Slick, I hold my mic like a scepter Rest in peace, Guru, son I rep Q-U Chains on chunk They looking at me like "who you?!" These handmade Cubans probably fucking up my posture Pesto sauce properly drizzled upon my pasta No imposter, son I'm authentic Around drugs so much, I'm probably raw scented Bag of money dips, triceps is all dented Precise painting pictures Think about life and then I pen it Nike Air extraordinaire, it’s a cold world, prepare That’s what it is, dad Winterize your vehicle I love kicks like Action Bronson loves a reefer pull Peace to good, bad girls that let us both sleep with you The bag of bitches coming with me Word up, son, all the bitches coming with me Yeah, yo, the bag of bitches coming with me We go raw son, all the bitches coming with me! We making babies tonight, nigga Yeah, smoke what you want, sniff what you want You wanna have five daddies, you ever have five daddies before? Ayo, 2010, got ‘em buzzing like a beeper Round table discussion Conference in Geneva Leaders at the table, poly over nasal Forty seven minutes since the time I lit the basil My rhymes are carte blanche Liver than the Oscars Extra virgin olive oil drizzled on the pasta Fry the bacon, make it sizzle for the chazers Honor in this thing of ours Living like the mobsters Compliments go to the chef and that’s the real My crew of goonies in the joint We need some extra veal You know the Caddy got an extra wheel And if I’m ever in a pickle, I can hand a fucking Tek to Steele Take aim and knock an apple off your head And I’m a play like Polamalu You get tackled for the bread We’re running in your crib Your shorty shackled to the bed Money laying on the Persian Leaking plasma from the lead And it’s on! The bag of money’s coming with me, muthafucka (It’s all coming with us, nahimean? Outdoorsmen!) Queens, kid, the bag of money’s coming with me Uptown connection, you fucking pussy (Word up, man, It’s all marvel Ya’ll niggas know everything is marvel) Bronsonlini, Bronsolovski, Team Facelift (Everything we drink, everything we smoke Everything we buy, everything we sell It’s all marvel!) My muthafucking man Shaz Paulie TRYBE, Paulie Walnuts (Action Marvel, Meyhem Marvel, nahimean?) Machine, Fonda, Tommy Guns (Tommy Marvel, Marvel is everybody’s middle name we fuck with Meyhem Marvel Lauren, it’s all marvel The bag of money’s coming with us)

bih

Tell that ho to eat, bih She say she a freak, bih Ridin' with that heat, bih Do that cause I'm me, bih Tell that ho to eat, bih She say she a freak, bih Ridin' with that heat, bitch Do that cause I'm me, bitch Water on me like a dolphin Put a nigga in a coffin Smokin' OG gas, all 'em cookies got me coughin' Gelato smellin' like I'm fartin' All my niggas shoot .22 hangin' out the roof Knock the gold out his tooth, pew, pew, pew, pew, shoot All my niggas move, get that pack and then I move it Lil Purpp, I'm goin' stupid Niggas say I'm dumb, I'm goin' dumb, I'm goin' stupid I can't love no bitch, bitch, I ain't Cupid AK-47 knock him toothless Tell that ho to eat, bih She say she a freak, bih Ridin' with that heat, bih Do that cause I'm me, bih Tell that ho to eat, bih She say she a freak, bih Ridin' with that heat, bitch Do that cause I'm me, bitch Tell that ho to eat, bih She say she a freak, bih Ridin' with that heat, bih Do that cause I'm me, bih Tell that ho to eat, bih She say she a freak, bih Ridin' with that heat, bitch Do that cause I'm me, bitch

moving on

Ayo SUGA 3년 전 여기 첨 왔던 때 기억해? 왠지 형이랑 나랑 막 치고박고 했던 때 벽지도 화장실도 베란다도 다 파란 집 그 때 난 여기가 막 되게 넓은 집인 줄 알았지 But 내 야망이 너무 커졌어 그리 넓어 보이던 새 집도 이제는 너무 좁아졌어 7평 아홉 연습생 코찔찔이 시절 엊그제 같은데 그래 우리도 꽤 많이 컸어 좋은 건 언제나 다 남들의 몫이었고 불투명한 미래 걱정에 항상 목 쉬었고 연말 시상식 선배 가수들 보며 목 메였고 했던 꾸질한 기억 잊진 말고 딱 넣어두자고 우리의 냄새가 나 여기선 이 향기 잊지 말자 우리가 어디 있건 울기도 웃기도 많이 했지만 모두 꽤나 아름다웠어 논현동 3층, 고마웠어 이사 가자 정들었던 이곳과는 안녕 이사 가자 이제는 더 높은 곳으로 텅 빈 방에서 마지막 짐을 들고 나가려다가 잠시 돌아본다 울고 웃던 시간들아 이젠 안녕 3년의 삶 참 짧고도 길었지 많은 일들이 있고 많은 추억의 기억이 막 떠오르곤 해, 떠날 때가 되니까 사용의 흔적들 like 통장내역 크레딧카드 좁은 평수만큼 더 뭉친 점도 있었고 Fight right here 치고 받기도 몇번 그래서인지 고운 정 미운 정 쌓이고 쌓였어 먼지 마냥, 이젠 치워지겠지 처음보단 짐도 늘고 처음보단 내 스스로 가진 것도 늘었어 이젠 자부심을 딱 들고 더 큰 세상 큰 꿈을 나 바라보겠어 새 출발, 새 시작 어떤 식으로 또 꾸밀 지 기대되는 시간 짐 날라, 위치 잡아, 먼지 닦아 끝나고서는 수고의 짜장면 하나 That’s right 이사 가자 정들었던 이곳과는 안녕 이사 가자 이제는 더 높은 곳으로 텅 빈 방에서 마지막 짐을 들고 나가려다가 잠시 돌아본다 울고 웃던 시간들아 이젠 안녕 난생 처음 엄마의 뱃속에서 나의 첫 이사 날을 세곤 했어 희미한 기억 나의 이사의 대가는 엄마 심장의 기계와 광활한 흉터였어 2010년 그 해 겨울 대구에서 철없던 내가 이 세상의 크기를 재곤 했어 상업적이란 집으로 이사간 대가는 욕 바가지 돈따라기 라며 날 향한 손가락질 이처럼 이사는 내게 참 많은 걸 남겼지 그게 좋던 싫던 내 삶 속에서 많은 걸 바꿨지 내 삶은 월세 나도 매달려 알어? 내 자존심은 보증금 다 건 채 하루를 살어 uh? 그래서 다시 이사 가려고 해 아이돌에서 한 단계 위로 꿈이 잡히려 해 이번 이사의 손 없는 날은 언제일까 빠른 시일이면 좋겠다 이사 가자 정들었던 이곳과는 안녕 이사 가자 이제는 더 높은 곳으로 텅 빈 방에서 마지막 짐 들고 나가려다가 잠시 돌아본다 울고 웃던 시간들아 이젠 안녕 이사 가자 정들었던 이곳과는 안녕 이사 가자 이제는 더 높은 곳으로 텅 빈 방에서 마지막 짐을 들고 나가려다가 잠시 돌아본다 울고 웃던 시간들아 이젠 안녕 Everyone’s afraid of changes Staying, moving on, staying, moving on We keep repeating the same things again and again I guess that’s life, I’m afraid Old or new, new or old, that isn’t really important What’s important is, that we still breathe and live in the same place So let’s move on

i said me

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens Brown paper packages tied up with strings These are a few of my favorite things (30, you a mothafuckin' fool, nigga) Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens Bright copper kettles (Yeah) and warm woolen mittens Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got plenty of this shit Brown paper packages tied up with strings I got plenty in my bag, I got plenty in my holster Plenty of ammo These are a few of my favorite things Big long like... you know what I'm sayin', but I'm really... My kids be listenin' to my shit, now, I be havin' to dumb that shit down, yeah Yeah, my daughter asked me what a drug dealer was I said me, uh When the lawyer asked me what a fuckin' killer was I said me, uh When the bitch asked me what a real nigga was I said me, haha, yeah Overseas in a yacht, they askin' who it was I said me I get high if it's the right amount (Yeah) I get a buzz checkin' my account (Alright) I get tipsy eatin' red pussy (Tell 'em) I stay drippin' 'cause the feds lookin' (Tru) Teriyaki on my portobello So many rides at the house look like a fender bender Slept on the futon, I know hard remember (Lord) I ain't have no work done like Kendall Jenner Got my first plug around 19 Saw someone shot when they should have been fighting Yeah, I'm on the top, icing Maybach truck, enticing Somethin' prestigious, precisely Lookin' within just to sightsee I see you lookin' sharp, lightning My past is really dark, frightening Yeah, yeah, my daughter asked me what a drug dealer was I said me, uh When the lawyer asked me what a fuckin' killer was I said me, uh When the bitch asked me what a real nigga was I said me, haha, yeah Overseas in a yacht, they askin' who it was I said me I just lost my count countin' blessings 12th grade I got locked up for possession I tried to call God, but he ain't answer (Hello) Sent me to voicemail, he pressed cancel (Damn) Load the AR for temper tantrums (Yeah, yeah) A round hit a A&R, damn, son (Yeah, yeah) She know she is a snack like concession (Snack) I used to sell crack out the detention (I did) Had a MAC-11 at Burger King Me and Steph gon' turn this to a murder scene (Bow-bow, bow) Talkin' no beef, no pork and bean (Nah) Serve you Young Dro, make your shoulder lean Morphine dreams in the ER (ER) Got her a BBL down in DR (DR) This shit here real as hell, no VR When the light bill up and down like a seesaw Uh, yeah, yeah, my daughter asked me what a drug dealer was I said me, uh When the lawyer asked me what a fuckin' killer was I said me, uh (Raindrops, roses) When the bitch asked me what a real nigga was I said me, haha, yeah (Raindrops, roses) Overseas in a yacht, they askin' who it was I said me Think I was born with trap in my system (Was I?) 'Cause I was raised around the packs and the pistols (Bow) On her knees so long she tore her meniscus (Wow) Been a long road, check the distance (Road) Rest in peace, tats the initials Put it in black and white like officials Dope cases messin' up hoop dreams All you know is get money is the routine (Raindrops, roses) Used to want birds like Larry (Swish) Used to keep the white like Barry (Ayy, raindrops, roses) It was my oblige like Mary (Blige) Had the J's at the end like Terrance Vibin' on the terrace with some red wine I be gettin' started 'round bed time (Tru) It's either fed time or it's state time If you don't make time, better take time

blunt blowin

Yeah, I put my shades on I live it up like these are my last days If time is money, I'm an hour past paid Ugh, gunpowder in my hourglass Niggas faker than some flour in a powder bag Yeah, I put it down like my hands hurting I'm on a natural high, but I land perfect Some of us are lovers, most of y'all haters But I put up a wall, and they just wallpaper So love or hate me, I stay hate-free They say we learn from mistakes; why, that's why they mistake me I got some weight on my shoulders, to me it's like feathers All hail Weezy, call it bad weather I stick to the script, I memorize the lines Cause life is a movie that I've seen too many times You're on the outside looking in, close the blinds And they say never say never, but fuck it, nevermind I've been gone too long, true or false, right or wrong Hello Weezy, welcome home, yeah And I'm a blunt-blowin', Polo-drawers-showin' I-don't-give-a-lovely-motherfuck-ass-nigga With my money growing, no matter where you going You don't need a bus pass for me to bust yo ass, nigga I'm a blunt-blowin', Polo-drawers-showin' I-don't-give-a-lovely-motherfuck-ass-nigga With my money growing, no matter where you going You don't need a bus pass for me to bust yo ass, nigga Stunna, I got 'em, I'm back on them bitches All about my riches, my name should be Richard Cut the bullshit out, I'm Edward with the scissors Life is a choice, and death is a decision Times have changed, but fuck it get a new watch I still got the vision like a line between two dots Young Money's eating, the label getting fatter And yea, the tables turned, but I'm still sitting at 'em I'm a bad motherfucker cause the good die young Everybody selling dreams, I'm too cheap to buy one Man, when that cookie crumble, everybody want a crumb Shoot that hummingbird down, hummingbird don't hum Yea, big money, big money, deep pockets Money talks, and motherfuckers eavesdropping Bunch of bloods, you could call it blood clotting Eastside, MOB Piru Damu I'm a blunt-blowin', Polo-drawers-showin' I-don't-give-a-lovely-motherfuck-ass-nigga With my teeth glowing, I'm on my Deebowin' You don't need a bus pass for me to bust yo ass, nigga Light that Ashton Kutcher, I'm a limit pusher See y'all dead meat, and me I'm just a butcher I do it for the money, man I am such a hooker And freedom was my girl, until they fucking took her You can look into the future, it's right behind your eyelids But I don't wanna know, cause shit I like surprises Why that, why this, why you on that why shit? Motherfucker ask me why, I say YM Beach bum, call me Ocean Drive Slim Drop the top, look up and make the sky grin Young Mula, skinnies and some Supras Belly of the beast 'til it puke us, motherfucker I'm a blunt-blowin', Polo-drawers-showin' I-don't-give-a-lovely-motherfuck-ass-nigga With my money growing, no matter where you going You don't need a bus pass for me to bust yo ass, nigga I've been gone too long True or false, right or wrong Hello Weezy, welcome home It's Young Mula, baby

burnt af

Oh, burnt So burnt Burnt as fuck I woke up at 7 AM to The Mars Volta The songs you be playing remind me we've grown older Sick with a kid in your belly, I drank soda With Maker's and ice, let you cry on my shoulder You blame me for everything, you got the best of me I almost died and I'll give you the recipe I almost died on the day that you showed up You culture, culture, culture vulture Still got my Gucci hoodie, what up? We belong to other lovers so we gonna hurt each other We only hurt each other We belong to other lovers, I don't know why I even tried We belong to other lovers so we gonna hurt each other Why we go and choose each other? We belong to other lovers, I don't know why I even tried Burnt as fuck, burnt as fuck Burnt as fuck, burnt as fuck Burnt as fuck, burnt as fuck I woke up at 7 PM in a mansion Next to a girl I thought I just danced with Guess the maids let me sleep Call an Uber, change my sheets Maybe move back to Suite 23 At the Chateau Marmont for the rest of the spring Maybe check back to rehab, we'll see I'm turning into someone who surely ain't me Look in the mirror like, "Who could that be?" And I blame a lot on you Your name even rhyme, but it ain't that deep so You're just a culture, culture, culture vulture Still got my Gucci hoodie, what up? We belong to other lovers so we gonna hurt each other We only hurt each other We belong to other lovers, I don't know why I even tried We belong to other lovers so we gonna hurt each other Why we go and choose each other? We belong to other lovers, I don't know why I even tried

thinking of you

Comparisons are easily done Once you've had a taste of perfection Like an apple hanging from a tree I picked the ripest one I still got the seed You said move on, where do I go? I guess second best is all I will know 'Cause when I'm with him, I am thinking of you Thinking of you What you would do if You were the one who was spending the night Oh, I wish that I was looking into your eyes You're like an Indian summer in the middle of winter Like a hard candy with a surprise center How do I get better once I've had the best? You said there's tons of fish in the water So the waters I will test He kissed my lips, I taste your mouth, oh He pulled me in, I was disgusted with myself 'Cause when I'm with him, I am thinking of you (Thinking of you, thinking of you) Thinking of you What you would do if You were the one who was spending the night (Spending the night, spending the night) Oh, I wish that I was looking into your The best And yes, I do regret How I could let myself let you go Now, now the lesson's learned I touched it, I was burned Oh, I think you should know 'Cause when I'm with him, I am thinking of you Thinking of you What you would do if You were the one who was spending the night (Spending the night, spending the night) Oh, I wish that I was looking into your eyes Looking into your eyes Looking into your eyes Oh, won't you walk through And bust in the door and take me away Oh, no more mistakes 'Cause in your eyes, I'd like to stay Stay

for k part 2

Alright, you caught me, I don't play a good guitar but What do you want from me, it's just a stupid bar and I didn't promise anything, no You think I'm pretty and I like the way you talk You like my music and I like the way you walk So, I think we're gonna get along I like the way you wear your sweater off your shoulder The way your hair comes down and makes you look older How are you getting so handsome, my boy? Pretty baby Pretty baby The way your face is shaped, I wonder if you know The way you stand up and your silhouette glows I'm electrified, I'll be up all night now Use that voice, sing that song And tell me to come on, to come on, come on You won't hear no, you won't hear no Pretty baby Pretty baby Pretty baby

homemade dynamite remix

A couple rebel top gun pilots Flyin' with nowhere to be, oh Don't know you super well But I think that you might be the same as me Behave abnormally Let's let things come out of the woodwork I'll give you my best side, tell you all my best lies Yeah, awesome right? So let's let things come out of the woodwork I'll give you my best side, tell you all my best lines Seeing me rollin', showin' someone else love Dancin' with our shoes off Know I think you're awesome, right? Our rules, our dreams, we're blind Blowin' shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite Our friends, our drinks, we get inspired Blowin' shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite I wanna feel the light, pushin' our limits Unbuckled for the ride, mhmm We're way too far from home Let's be honest with ourselves We're way too high to drive So let's take on the night If the light is in the air Open, finally, we're goin' and we're free Our rules, our dreams, we're blind Blowin' shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite Our friends, our drinks, we get inspired Blowin' shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite I checked your girl at the door I sent your friend to the store It's only me and you, finally us two And I don't regret drinkin' this liquor, makin' you listen Yeah, I know you don't know me well My girl's at the door And I left my pretense at home And it ain't no goin' back (goin' back) Our rules, our dreams, we're blind Blowin' shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite Our friends, our drinks, we get inspired Blowin' shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite Walk, never fall, but we still run So pour up, pour up another one I know, I know we on to somethin' We got, we got a loaded gun, yeah Go and shoot me the look in your eyes And you're here, I'm yours, you're mine Find each other when we're losin' our minds Then we take it all off You're a runaway train, yeah And you got me so faded And I don't wanna chase it, no You know I think you're awesome, right? Our rules, our dreams, we're blind Blowin' shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite Our friends, our drinks, we get inspired Blowin' shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite, yeah, yeah Blowin' shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite Blowin' shit up Now you know it's really gonna blow

if we were a movie

Uh oh There you go again, talking cinematic Yeah, you You're charming Got everybody starstruck I know how you always seem to go For the obvious, instead of me But get a ticket, and you'll see If we were a movie, you'd be the right guy And I'd be the best friend that you'd fall in love with In the end, we'd be laughing Watching the sunset Fade to black, show the names, play that happy song Yeah, yeah When you call me, I can hear it in your voice Oh sure Wanna see me and tell me all about her? La la I'll be acting through my tears Guess you'll never know that I should win an Oscar for this scene I'm in If we were a movie, you'd be the right guy And I'd be the best friend that you'd fall in love with In the end, we'd be laughing Watching the sunset Fade to black, show the names, play that happy song Wish I could tell you there's a twist Some kind of hero in disguise and we're together It's for real, now playing Wish I could tell you there's a kiss Like something more than in my mind I see it could be amazing if we were a movie If we were a movie, you'd be the right guy And I'd be the best friend that you'd fall in love with In the end, we'd be laughing Watching the sunset Fade to black, show the names, play that happy song If we were a movie, you'd be the right guy And I'd be the best friend that you'd fall in love with In the end, we'd be laughing Watching the sunset Fade to black, show the names, play that happy song

yellow brick road

"What we have to do is deal with it when these individuals are young enough, if you will, to be saved, not in a religious sense, but not to constitute what this country at times calls (Yeah) their throwaway children." "We seem to be approaching (C'mon!) an age of the gross." (*Burp*) "We all have this idea that we should move up a little bit from our parents' station and each generation should do a little bit better." All right, come on, let's cut the bullshit, enough Let's get it started, let's start addressin' this issue, and open it up Let's take this shit back to the basement and we can discuss Statements that's made on this tape and its whole origin of The music that we all know and love, the music we all enjoy The music you accuse me of tryin' to destroy Let's rewind it to '89 when I was a boy On the East Side of Detroit, crossin' 8 Mile into Warren Into hick territory; I'd like to share a story This is my story, and can't nobody tell it for me You have well informed me, I am well-aware That I don't belong here: you've made that perfectly clear I get my ass kicked damn near everywhere From Bel-Aire shopping center just for stoppin' in there From the black side all the way to the white side Okay, there's a bright side, a day that I might slide You may call it a pass, I call it haulin' my ass Through that patch of grass over them railroad tracks Oh, them railroad tracks, them old railroad tracks Them good old notorious so well known tracks So, let's go back, follow the yellow brick road As we go on another episode Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place That I once used to call home sweet home Come on, let's go back, follow the yellow brick road As we go on another episode Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place That I once used to call home sweet home I'd roam the streets so much they called me a drifter Sometimes I'd stick up a thumb just to hitchhike Just to get picked up to get me a lift to 8 Mile and Van Dyke or steal a goddamn bike From somebody's backyard, and drop it off at the park That was the halfway mark, to meet Kim had to walk Back to her mama's on Chalmers after dark To sneak me in the house when I'm kicked out my mom's That's about the time I first met Proof With Goofy Gary on the steps at Osborn, handin' out some flyers We was doin' some talent shows at Center Line High I told him to stop by and check us out sometime He looked at me like I'm out my mind Shook his head, like, "White boys don't know how to rhyme." I spit out a line and rhymed "birthday" with "first place" And we both had the same rhymes that sound alike We was on the same shit, that Big Daddy Kane shit Where compound syllables sound combined From that day we was down to ride Somehow we knew we'd meet again somewhere down the line So, let's go back, follow the yellow brick road As we go on another episode Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place That I once used to call home sweet home Come on, let's go back, follow the yellow brick road As we go on another episode Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place That I once used to call home sweet home My first year in 9th grade, can't forget that day at school It was cool 'til your man MC Shan came through He said that Puma's the brand ‘cause the Klan makes Troops It was rumors, but man, goddamn, they flew Musta been true, because man, we done banned they shoes I had the new ones, the Cool J Ice Lamb, suede too But we just threw 'em in the trash like they yesterday's news Guess who came through next? X Clan debuted Professor X (Vanglorious!) "Exist in a state of red Black and green, with a key, sissies!" Now with this bein' the new trend, we don't fit in Crackas is out with Cactus Albums, blackness is in African symbols and medallions represent Black Power And we ain't know what it meant, me and my man Howard And Butter would go to the mall With 'em all over our necks like we're showin' 'em off Not knowin' at all we was bein' laughed at "You ain't even half black! You ain't 'posed to have that Homie, let me grab that! And that Flavor Flav clock We gon' have to snatch that!" All I remember is meetin' back at Manix's basement, sayin' how we hate this How racist but dope the X Clan's tape is Which reminds me, back in '89, me And Kim broke up for the first time; she was tryin' to two-time me And there was this black girl at our school, who thought I was cool ‘Cause I rapped, so she was kinda eyein' me And oh the irony, guess what her name was? Ain't even gonna say it, plus The same color hair as hers was and blue contacts And a pair of jugs, the bombest goddamn Girl in our whole school, if I could pull her, not only would I become More popular, but I would be able to piss Kim off At the same time, but it backfired I was supposed to dump her, but she dumped me for this black guy And that's the last I ever seen or heard Or spoke to the "Ole Foolish Pride" girl, but I've heard People say they heard the tape and it ain't that bad But it was: I singled out a whole race And for that I apologize, I was wrong ‘Cause no matter what color a girl is, she's still a— So, let's go back, follow the yellow brick road As we go on another episode Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place That I once used to call home sweet home Come on, let's go back, follow the yellow brick road As we go on another episode Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place That I once used to call home sweet home Fuck out of my house, you fuckin' pieces of shit! Get the fuck out of my house, you stupid fucker! You son of a bitch!

g shit

I'm a rich nigga like I don't know I can change if I wanna, but I won't though Steer right even when I'm on the wrong road Real talk from the heart what I'm known for Skinny jeans, I don't do those I'm the starter sub-par oughta shoot for Fully automatic chopper, you could shoot though Now I'm movin' five mil' when I shoot dough Audemar, Hublot One point five on the two-do' Old hustle, new flow Old money, new ho Suckers prayin' I'ma chill, but I'm too cold Long as I'm around, fuck they need you for? Ridin' in the Chevy totin' three bricks Since nobody wanna make G shit This is for the gangsters, for the pimps and hoes This is for the dope boy trappers sellin' halves and hoes (Since nobody wanna make G shit) They want G shit, give it to 'em, give it to 'em now They want G shit, give it to 'em, I'm the one to give it to 'em If you don't know me let me tell you somethin', shawty Still got them choppers, make you run from it Camouflage, dog tag Got 'em followin', when you see me better haul ass Keep it G at all costs, what you call that? Crack rock, hip hop, I done all that Certified trap nigga, sucker, fall back A broke nigga he may entertain all that All left field, keep it true, nigga Save the flash in the dance for a new nigga Keep speakin' for the ones who ain't got a voice Kill 'em dead only when they leave no other choice How I see it, if you ain't down to die 'bout it Don't waste my time, slime, why the fuck we talking about it? Still ridin' in the Chevy totin' three bricks Since nobody wanna make G shit Now what the fuck is an ounce? We smokin' bout an LB We don't even do the nine, sell it by the whole ki And I'ma take this shit to trial, they got nothin' on me They be on the Champagne, bitch, I'm 'bout to OD I got a bag full of birds and motherfuckers gettin' bought Bars on the trap doors got it looking like a vault Used to hit the highway over twenty of them things Young nigga hit the club with the twenty of them chains When Jay was beefin' with Nas, I was sellin' cocaine When Game was beefin' with 50, I was doin' the same thing I was at the hospital, nigga, Meechy got shot Fuck you niggas talking 'bout? I love that nigga like Pac G shit

44 bars

If you're dealing war, backwards stay far We're dealing with truths and rights Come some more into my sight (You no hear me yet?) (Hear me live and direct) (Walk with your tap) Yeah, in London talkin' to rhêtorík 'bout my life and shit I thought the album was finished but I keep writing shit It's kind of funny how life changed and rearranged No matter what happens, everything ain't gon' be the same The incredible album, what an incredible outcome I grip the mic and then talk to the people like I'm Malcolm I used to think the fame and money was the motivation Until I toured the world and met the people face to face and Understood that the power was harnessed in that basement It ain't about the money and notoriety It's about the people and making a difference in society But don't get it twisted, this life I'm living is like a movie The Godfather, the Goodfella wielding a Uzi One with the people, if the people is wondering who's he? Same level, the same rebel that never settled Pullin' strings like Geppetto who overcame the ghetto And I know you wrote me and I still ain't answered 'Cause shit is different now, it's forced upon me, different stances I used to spend all my time conversing with you But now I write this song to let you know I'm hurting with you Shit is too big, but let's be honest man, it's kinda bittersweet Besides the shows and meet and greets, y'all only see me on the street And even then, that shit is rare—I just don't go outside 'Cause honestly I don't fuck with this world, I'd rather hide That misconception, "'Cause I rap, I must be filled with pride" Shit I ain't perfect, if you heard different then someone lied People in my ear telling me, "Talk that shit" Actions speak louder than words, I'd rather walk that shit Since the first album, I'm one of the highest earners on the label Within six months I put the second one on they table I played sold out shows in parts of the world I can't pronounce Release the tickets, watch them disappear when we announce Fuck all that murderous syllable shit right now, just let me bounce The mood around me is people smokin' it by the ounce Leave Friday for the show and come back Monday with a hundred grand Don't fuck with checks, so when I bounce I prefer cash in hand You know my first week looking crazy due to high demand 'Cause people don't buy music in this day and age, they buy the brand There's ups and downs, don't get me wrong but back when I ain't have shit Felt like I woulda sold my soul to make it with this rap shit Thank God, he never let Lucifer close enough to ask Let me attain it by workin' hard and busting my ass Achieved a lot in life, but what's a lot with more to gain? At least I don't drink to avoid the hurt, we call that champagne Come some more into my sight...

64

Ain't nothing new nigga, just something new I never trust faith with my trust funds I keep it in a safe place nigga, lump sum Camera surveillance a bunch of fucking stun guns I'm a snare to the drum, burum-bum-bum Her bird’s a hummer, son, I show her how we drum-a-drum She doesn't come for me, bitch only say she come for fun What's up hunny bun, wanna feel your tummy rum? Rumbling in a ring with pills to fucking numb Your system is my fucking dick-dom Feel the friction of my children with down syndrome I'm rehearsing for my funeral, triple six, Roman numerals MellowHype musical, talk to my wolves like Dolittle Think with a migrane like a fucking eye strain Drink bottles of champagne on a fucking biplane If it doesn't add up then ask the students my name I'm fucking Einstein, I'm sane Knock, knock! Delivery, I'm the rhetorician Body decomposition, ripping through your rhythm I suggest you stop and listen to this non-prescription Fuck your contradiction, this my composition Leprechaun, hexagon, I transform: Decepticon Rasputin, I'm half mutant, fuck financial aid, cash students I'm too pursuant to over-do shit, super fluent My flow is overheated it needs coolant, shit Fuck being poor and return to the school and shoot it up While I shoot it like a porno bitch with cool whip, shit I dive scuba, barracuda, shark water in Cuba Chicken head of the sea, but I don't fucking eat tuna I sneak her in my room like Puma My bedroom's Jerusalem and I'm Judah Suck on my Messiah or die and cry in fire Truth is the curse of liars so is Mrs. Doubtfire Fat bitches, dope beats is what my niggas acquire If you're broke, get a cast, bitch I'm dope, do the math Triple six, sipping through a golden flask Salute Mellowhype or mustard gas I ain't gay but I'm a fuckin' ass

wams

I'm a young one Stuck in the thoughts Of an old one's head When all the others were just stirring awake I'm trying to trick myself to fall asleep again, woah My head's in heaven, my soles are in hell Let's meet in the purgatory of my hips and get well Hurry, hurry You put my head in such a flurry, flurry Oh freckle, freckle What makes you so special? What makes you so special? I'm going to leave you I'm going to teach you How we're all alone Guild me, build me It's your club, so let me in (let me in) Knowing how heartwarming It is inside your skin My head's in heaven, my soles are in hell Let's meet in the purgatory of my hips and get well Hurry, hurry You put my head in such a flurry, flurry Oh freckle, freckle What makes you so special? What makes you so special? I'm going to leave you I'm going to teach you How we're all alone How we're all alone Hurry, hurry You put my head in such a flurry, flurry Oh freckle, freckle What makes you so special? What makes you so special? I'm going to leave you I'm going to teach you How we're all alone Mama If we don't take the medication We won't sleep for days We won't sleep for days Mama If we pray to the lord Does he sing on a stage? Does he sing on a stage? We waste it all in the back of a long dark car And I'm a sunshine machine I want to get stuck I want to get stuck And be golden in your memory

heart attack

Puttin' my defenses up 'Cause I don’t wanna fall in love If I ever did that, I think I’d have a heart attack Never put my love out on the line Never said "yes" to the right guy Never had trouble getting what I want But when it comes to you, I’m never good enough When I don’t care, I can play ‘em like a Ken doll Won’t wash my hair Then make 'em bounce like a basketball But you make me wanna act like a girl Paint my nails and wear high heels Yes, you, make me so nervous that I just can’t hold your hand You make me glow But I cover up, won’t let it show So I'm putting my defenses up 'Cause I don’t wanna fall in love If I ever did that, I think I’d have a heart attack I think I’d have a heart attack I think I’d have a heart attack Never break a sweat for the other guys When you come around, I get paralyzed And every time I try to be myself It comes out wrong like a cry for help It’s just not fair Pain’s more trouble than love is worth I gasp for air It feels so good, but you know it hurts But you make me wanna act like a girl Paint my nails and wear perfume for you Make me so nervous that I just can’t hold your hand You make me glow But I cover up, won’t let it show So I'm putting my defenses up 'Cause I don’t wanna fall in love If I ever did that, I think I’d have a heart attack I think I’d have a heart attack I think I’d have a heart attack The feelings are lost in my lungs They’re burning, I’d rather be numb And there’s no one else to blame So scared, I’ll take off in a run I’m flying too close to the sun and I’ll burst into flames You make me glow But I cover up, won’t let it show So I'm putting my defenses up 'Cause I don’t wanna fall in love If I ever did that, I think I’d have a heart attack I think I’d have a heart attack (Heart attack) I think I’d have a heart attack (-Tack) Oh, I think I’d have a heart attack I think I’d have a heart attack

skin

Yeah There she was, with the blade in her hand Scars on her skin replaced kiss of the man She's played a part for as long as she's known Regret fills her heart as her love leaves her home She's learned to be passive, but such is a loss Accepting defeat when I foreclose the costs For her, this was needed to be rid of the pain You play the victim and I'll play insane Offense or defense, passive or violent I'll cut my wrists 'til my heartbeat is silent With the shell in my hand, I'm equipped with the pump Shots in her body 'til she is a stump Stomp out the fucker, his death will be slow You made me do this, just as far as you know If you don't exist, then my pain can be rid So I gut the fucker then eat like a pig Offense or defense, passive or violent I'll cut my wrists 'til my heartbeat is silent With the shell in my hand, I'm equipped with the pump Shots in her body 'til she is a stump Offense or defense, passive or violent I'll cut my wrists 'til my heartbeat is silent With the shell in my hand, I'm equipped with the pump Shots in her body 'til she is a stump I am the heart marksman

never change

Never, never, never, never change I never change, this is Jay every day I never change! I never change, this is Jay every day I never change! I never change, this is Jay I am a Roc representer, (Hov'), summer to winter (Hov'), dead or alive, (uhh), 24/7, 365 One CD or three hundred and sixty pies What's up to E and Kirk? Welcome home to Taj Let no amount of money ruin this thing of ours (uhh) We run streets like drunks run street lights We collidin' with life as we speak We knee-deep in coke, we ki deep in ice We flood streets with dope, we keep weed to smoke We all fish, better teach your folk Give him money to eat, the next week he's broke 'Cause when you sleep he's reachin' for your throat Word on the skreet, you reap what you sow Not out of fear but love, love for the game Roc family first, we never change, man Never, never, never, never change I'm still fuckin' with crime 'cause crime pays I never change! Out hustlin', same clothes for days I never change! I'll never change, I'm too stuck in my ways, I never change (Who you know like Hov'?) Never, never, never, never change I'm still fuckin' with crime 'cause crime pays (that's right) I never change! Out hustlin', same clothes for days I never change! I'll never change, I'm too stuck in my ways, I never change What's up to my Miami and St. Thomas connects? (whattup) I'll never mention your name, I promise respect Death before dishonor, correct? Yup, that's what you promised me, since the Bomber League Along with, if we stay strong We can get paper longer than Pippen's arms (woo!) Plead the fifth when it comes to the fam I'm like a dog: I never speak, but I understand Where my dogs at? Where my soldiers at war? Where your balls at? Whoa, gotta pause that, whoa Lost 92 bricks, had to fall back Knocked a nigga off his feet, but I crawled back Had A-1 credit, got more crack From the first to the fifth, gave it all back If I'm not a hustler, what you call that? This is before rap, this is all fact; I never change Never, never, never, never change I'm still fuckin' with crime 'cause crime pays I never change! Out hustlin', same clothes for days I never change! I'll never change, I'm too stuck in my ways, I never change (Who you know like Hov'?) Never, never, never, never change I'm still fuckin' with crime 'cause crime pays (never change) I never change! Out hustlin', same clothes for days (come on) I never change! I'll never change, I'm too stuck in my ways, I never change What, the streets robbed me, wasn't educated properly Well, fuck y'all, I needed money for Atari Was so young my big sis' still playin' with Barbie Young brother, big city, eight million stories Old heads taught me, youngin, walk softly Carry a big clip, that'll get niggas off me Keep coke in coffee, keep money smellin' mothy Chains is cool to cop but more important is lawyer fees (Uhh) That's how it is now, (uhh) that's how it always be (Uhh) I never change, this is always me From the womb to the tomb, from now until my doom Drink Army from one cup, pass it around the room (that's a family nigga) That's the ritual (yup), Big Ran, I ain't forget you, fool And all that bullshit you tryin' to get through This is crew love, move music or move drugs Rival crews, get your black suits up; I'll never change Never, never, never, never change I'm still fuckin' with crime 'cause crime pays (come on) I never change! Out hustlin', same clothes for days I never change! I'll never change, I'm too stuck in my ways, I never change (Who you know like Hov'?) Never, never, never, never change I'm still fuckin' with crime 'cause crime pays I never change! Out hustlin', same clothes for days (come on) I never change! I'll never change, I'm too stuck in my ways, I never change This is Jay, every day Who you know like Hov', nigga?

award tour

I constantly get the feelin' that Satan watchin' me Nice stroll on a quest for a soul, probably But luckily I gave him mines a long time ago Fuck you expect when child's momma and father gone But truthfully I ain't got no life, a lifeline my brain's dead Strobe lights gleam as I dance with the devil Ski mask and a shovel, the Grim Reaper, dig deeper Into my mind tryna figure where I'm comin' from Hell's basement, my bloodshed on gray pavement Tryna meet death I guess, but shit I hate waitin' Not only do I hate God but I hate Satan Such a hater, I despise how I hate hatred It's kinda dumb I see, but school was never fun for me So I brought a gun with me, got tired of them fuckin' with me So if Christ got a problem he can come and get me And I got a sword for his side if he think he slick To tell the truth I blame him for the mood switches Guns for your gods and a noose for the cute bitches I see you looking at me Your smile is more disgusting than you wantin' to fuck But still it makes me happy Because what else I got? Everything that you deserve My logic to fill my pockets, build a billion off of words The fame is secondary, because Washington was first I came, saw, and conquered, gave you all that I was worth Ugh, yeah What more could you ask for? They gave up on me, I wish you would have told me that before I gave you everything, what more could you ask for? Except for all the worlds gold, this is my Award Tour Because what else I got? A nine millimeter, tech-nine loaded to the top Got a couple plots in my head, I should give a shot Hopefully they make me rich Normality was never an option cause I hate the shit I want the money, cars, clothes, and the girls Still I get a sense that I don't belong in the world So I fill a clip up and I point the shit straight at my dome Fuck Heaven I just want to go home Time is only you waitin' for the past Put your hand in and what you get out of it's what you grab No lax, equals racks with no breaks or hiatus Give dick to bitches, middle fingers to the haters And now they get excited just to say that you seen us Get paid and get maids just because the convenience Because I got us up, but I'll never have enough White sluts to fuck, she told me to bring cuffs If lawyers get laid off, then we can't sue But it's known he sell his soul for a GT-2 That's death, head-shots they infrared beams It's why we roll with K's in the van just like the A-Team Don't stop, go forth, proceed Stay high, you can find me in the nose-bleeds And they know we don't play for no prize We make moves, you stay stiff like MRI's You see? that's what you get Everything that you deserve My logic to fill my pockets, build a billion off of words The fame is secondary, because Washington was first I came, saw, and conquered, gave you all that I was worth Ugh, yeah What more could you ask for? 69, 187 on the girl next door I want nothing, but everything, that's what I do it for That and all the worlds gold, this is my Award Tour Because what else I got? Besides a pocket full of nothing-ness Scrapin' up a dollar for the bus that I just fuckin' missed Don't wanna be the best, just put me in the discussion Quit actin' like I'm not the best thing that you ever heard I'm in it for the Awards for lack of better words King size cupboard of whores I’m 'bout to put to work Same ones from my childhood that I used to lurk Now it's all good, because they see I'm fuckin' iced out

second serving

From the moment I saw you, I stopped everything 'cause nothing else mattered 'Cause I had to have you and I knew I couldn't get nothing better It felt like destiny, or Cupid shot me with an arrow through my heart When you're next to me, I'm stupid in love And your body's telling me something And we be sweating making love, bed bumping Ooh, I hear you screaming You're yelling, "Give it to me daddy, I need it," girl, you You done made me change, got me thinking 'bout giving you this ring, girl It might seem strange but I love the way you make me feel when you sexing (Oh, oh, oh) We can do it on a plane, even outside in the cold, in the rain, girl When we're loving, I need a second serving, of you Ooh, your lips I taste and I'ma slide my hands down to your waist Damn, I wish I could keep you prisoner for just a day Got me thinking, could you have my kids? Big house and a dog, you my wife I'm about to go all out, take it all off 'cause it's going down tonight And your body's telling me something And we be sweating making love, bed bumping Ooh, I hear you screaming You're yelling, "Give it to me daddy, I need it," girl, you Well you know the rest, ha You done made me change (You done made me), got me thinking 'bout giving you this ring, oh girl It might seem strange but I love the way you make me feel when you sexing (Oh, oh, oh) We can do it on a plane (Oh yeah), even outside in the cold, in the rain, girl (Oh) When we're loving, I need a second serving, of you Take my hand (Hand), lemme put this ring on your finger (Oh) I'm your man (Man), girl, you got an R&B singer (Oh) And it's a party (Oh), party (Oh) Yeah, it's a party (Oh), girl, you make me You done made me change, got me thinking 'bout giving you this ring, girl It might seem strange but I (Oh, oh, oh) We can do it on a plane (Plane), even outside in the cold, in the rain, girl When we're loving (Yeah), I need a second serving, of you Oh, woah I need a second serving tonight, babe Oh, oh I need a second serving tonight, baby Oh Haha

dress on

There’s something about your body I’m not in a rush But girl I’m ready to marry you Yeah right here in the restaurant And start on our honeymoon While you still got your dress on While you still got your dress on Now I ain’t trying to offend nobody But girl dont they see you It’s cool if they don’t Cus hey I only see me and you That’s why I’m all over you While you still got your dress on While you still got your dress on I can’t wait Cus girl as soon as I look at your face I see a world where our heart never breaks To me that means that the whole world could change but not mine I can’t wait The way I know your body I don’t really need much Girl I know where to touch Stay where you are Drop all your worries And you can leave all the rest on We can do it While you still have your dress on Now I ain’t trying to offend nobody But girl dont they see you It’s cool if they don’t Cus hey I only see me and you That’s why I’m all over you While you still got your dress on While you still got your dress on I can’t wait Cus girl as soon as I look at your face I see a world where our heart never breaks To me that means that the whole world could change but not mine I can’t wait Let me take you So walk with me Through the beautiful sand as we take pictures Hips so wide looks like it’s got whiskers Let put a solid gold on that solid figure Go ahead show your pretty dentures Your pretty physique, your pretty toes I’m pretty with you I do a good job for that pretty picture You the prettiest but I’m the only thing that’s missing I can’t wait Cus girl as soon as I look at your face I see a world where our heart never breaks To me that means that the whole world could change but not mine I can’t wait

russell westbrook on a farm

Ain’t no doubt about it, shit is coming And I’m just praying that Lil Dicky love it Always told myself that this the type of shit I wanted I was being honest, even made a promise Not with anybody else, this was inner conscious Talking to my fucking self, das' a little bonkers I know, I still got a lot of shit to conquer I hope that ain't even my concern though You know I’ll be working till I get what I deserve Whatever totems I get personally you know I’ma earn those This ain't even 'bout some shit up on a checklist This about the fact that I’m about to test this I’m about to figure out what my best is I can't avoid it because now ya' boy invested And I ain't gotta a choice except to smile and accept it Pretty reckless, pretty restless 'cause I’ve lived my life expecting love To come the second my attempt was done, and yeah, I guess To some extent I was correct because I’m getting buzz But now I’m 'bout to be ubiquitous, look it up Yeah, or that’s at least what I’m assuming But as alluded to reality is looming and Now ya' dude about to make a move and take the truth And hope to god that when he through That what he thought about is proven But honestly, I'm not afraid that it’s delusion I’m hot enough to where I know it’s not illusion But obviously I been finding this confusing This ain’t even close to what I thought I would be doing Don’t get me wrong, I was born to be big But I always figured it would be the comedy thing So I started rapping just to see what drama it brings What big dogs from sitcoms would holler at me And as the time past, I rhymed faster, lines crafted Was high class as I mastered my craft, and Goddamn, who’da thought it get like this Back in twenty-ten music wouldn’t make that list I’m talking top five-to-ten strengths, with no winks I would not lie, my pen dry, with no ink Or, that’s at least what I thought 'til I clawed and scratched the pen 'til I saw a line draw Then I coulda let bygones be bygones But I really wanted to rhyme till my line drawn Like where the fuck is my peak at? Not Brown but I make it pop, then I beat that Not crowned yet, but I don’t think I decreed that Not loud, but you know I’m ready to tweet that I just really hope I’m ready to be that Now you seeing where D’s at 'Cause even though I’m softer than a tissue I ain't nothing to sneeze at I’m smarter, where fuck ya' degrees at And I ain't harder but I’m hotter homie, where da fuck ya degrees at I’m 'bout to come in and desaturate The chic rap today and evaporate The feedback I hate, I elaborate At a later date But I’m getting off the point with the player hate What the fuck was I saying, oh yeah I’m kind of a slave To my ambition, I ain't quittin' till my shit is appraised And I admit it, I predict that where I finish is crazy But that just means that it’s further away So, Burd about to work until he turn in his grave It’s really burdensome when earning something’s fun for the day But I’m concerned about da' burning out from upping the stakes I’m always uppin' the stakes I’m taking dinner meetings in New York, always up for the steaks We exploring the discussion of great They assuring me that when I’m more elite I’ll be secure and amazed But this isn’t insecurity mang… Like this the opposite of that, confidence in fact My biggest problem is I can't honestly relax Because inside of me a damn odyssey enacts And I made a promise that I can't be the body That’s stopping it, think I need a lobotomy Lil Dicky the prophecy, little bit of anomaly, not a commodity Not a façade, or a lotta da Comedy prodigies Commonly brought up wit Dicky Feelin' weird, lemme think of an analogy Just imagine for a second what if Russell Westbrook never knew his own mentality Grew up on a farm where the biggest commonality Was people that conform to the ruralest localities To Russell though it was nuffin' but normality And he really nice up on the plow in actuality Everybody liked the kid and dug his personality And so da mutuality was somewhat rationality So then ya man made a plan of practicality Not even a plan, it was more of a formality Get a little land and attend to its vitality Then raise a little fam 'til it all became finality The strategy was just to stay in the course And do ya chores, when ya' happy ya' ain't need to abort Never explored nothing less he rollin' round on his horse Then one day he was up on his horse That’s when he went past the porch, the path he normally Passes forth was fast and short, was after more Went faster north, amassed a lure to master more And then discovered the court He like ya! Let me down Tim Hopped off, lookin' puzzled at the round rim Saw a ball up in the corner on the ground then Russell started dribbling and giggling astounded Then he shot a brick and then a brick and then he downed it And when he hit it Russell listened to the fuckin' sound friction Up in a swish make and he was confounded Because he knew that he had found him But right now; it was still for the fun Just a way to kill the time when the farming was done Then the walking turned to running, and the hoppin' turned to jumping And dunking, and Russell had to keep coming Because the young’n was fucking disgusting and loving it Running it, all of a sudden the public started to come in abundance and fuck wit him 'Cause he was butter and hungry, hung jury 'Cause stories of glory, not normally for people like him Then the word got around up to ESPN And they flying Russell down to compete in the gym Bunch a grown men lookin' to belittle the kid Because to those men, ball was the reason to live And the G.O.A.T.S. they been all in since they was kids So this goat owning mafucka look like a dick And even know Russell knows that, he doesn’t submit He just chills with a grin And then the game start, and this muthafucka take charge Make it rain, hard D up on these bitches making children of men Lookin' better than his predecessors ever could get Turned the animosity to respect And then the Thunder called him Said they heard a lot about the ballin' Told him that they wanna get involved and Showed him all the shit that you can get up in the league, it’s so appalling Oklahoma City in the autumn, hella pretty Awesome, errbody laud him Erry-bitty lookin' like they really fucking fallin' Condominium is so legitimate it’s sprawling And this muthafucka on the court straight ballin' Cash all up in that ass, lol’ing at the past like Where the fuck would I be at up on the other path, right? If I never stumbled 'pon the game then think of that life Shit, who taking care of my farm? Who taking care of my farm? Who taking care of my farm? I really loved that farm, uh CAKE, CAKE, CAKE, CAKE, CAKE Five-hundred million now that’s a pound cake According to Jay Z, and Drake… But greatness ain’t about cake

you will set the world on fire

Midnight in the Village Seeger lights the candles From Bitter End to Gaslight Baez leaves the stage Ochs takes notes When the black girl and guitar Burn together hot in rage You've got what it takes You say too much Oh you will set the world babe You will set the world on fire I can work the scene and I can see the magazines I can hear the nation I can hear the nation cry You will set the world babe You will set the world on fire You will set it on fire Kennedy would kill for the lines that you’ve written Van Ronk says to Bobby "she’s the next real thing" Crouched in the half light, screaming like a banshee You’re in the boat babe, we're in the water You say too much Oh you will set the world babe You will set the world on fire I can work the scene and I can see the magazines I can hear the nation I can hear the nation cry You will set the world babe You will set the world on fire You will set it on fire Oh you will set the world babe You will set the world on fire I can work the scene and I can see the magazines I can hear the nation I can hear the nation cry You will set the world babe You will set the world on fire You will set it on fire Oh you will set the world babe You will set the world on fire I can work the scene and I can see the magazines I can hear the nation I can hear the nation cry You will set the world babe You will set the world on fire You will set it on fire

drunk

I wanna be drunk when I wake up On the right side of the wrong bed And never an excuse I made up Tell you the truth I hate What didn't kill me, it never made me stronger at all Love will scar your makeup lip sticks to me So now I'll maybe lean back there I'm sat here, wishing I was sober I know I'll never hold you like I used to But our house gets cold when you cut the heating Without you to hold I'll be freezing Can't rely on my heart to beat it Cause you take part of it every evening Take words out of my mouth just from breathing Replace with phrases like 'when you leaving me?' Should I, Should I? Maybe I'll get drunk again I'll be drunk again I'll be drunk again To feel a little love I wanna hold your heart in both hands Not watch you fizzle at the bottom of a coke can And I've got no plans for the weekend So should we speak then? Keep it between friends? Though I know you'll never love me, like you used to There may be other people like us Will see the flicker of the clipper when they light up Flames just create us, burns don't heal like before You don't hold me anymore On cold days, cold plays out like the band's name I know I can't heal things with a handshake You know I can't change, as I began saying You cut me wide open like a landscape Open bottles of beer but never champagne To applaud you with the sound that my hands make Should I? Should I? Maybe I'll get drunk again I'll be drunk again I'll be drunk again To feel a little love All by myself I'm here again All by myself You know I'll never change All by myself All by myself I'm just drunk again I'll be drunk again I'll be drunk again To feel a little love

turn it again

Some of us get a little And some a lot We've got to make due With whatever we got We get it hot we cool it down And then we pass it around You can dance For the sake of a golden day Take a chance on getting rid Of whatever's in your way Next stop big hop Is turning night into day Sometimes when I'm lying there all alone I think of every little nothing That we could own To overthrow all of you Who have overgrown All my friends Like to spend Days on end On the mend I turn to you, I turn into And then I turn it again Here we go All we know Heavy load Start to float Without a doubt, we turn it out And then we turn it again I've come to learn Whatever time I can find to spend Taking flight into Whatever light we bend Out on the street I get a beat and then I turn it to ten Lace boots and the Ladies of Kazakhstan Kick them high to the sky All of this just because we can I turn to Cuba Then Aruba then the Dominican All my friends Like to spend Days on end On the mend I turn to you, I turn into And then I turn it again Here we go All we know Heavy load Start to float Without a doubt, we turn it out And then we turn it again (Let’s dance all night and day now Get down and show the way how I need to know that you are there) We've got to move it If we want to do our best We've got to shake it If we want to keep it fresh I'm turning down All the heavy psychology To cut a rug And I make no apology I turn a cheek, I turn a key And then I turn it for free We've got to move it Just a little to hit the spot A whirling dervish in a flurry A fox to trot Come clown around, a robot Doing the astronaut All my friends Like to spend Days on end On the mend I turn to you, I turn into And then I turn it again Here we go All we know Heavy load Start to float Without a doubt, we turn it out And then we turn it again (Two things I want to say now You make it all ok now I need to know that you are there)

avalanche

Cut me open an' tell me what's inside Diagnose me, 'cause I can’t keep wonderin' why An' no, it's not a phase, 'cause it happens all the time Start over, check again, now tell me what you find 'Cause I'm goin' out of frequency Can anyone respond? It's like an avalanche, I feel myself go under 'Cause the weight of it's like hands around my neck I never stood a chance, my heart has frozen over An' I feel like I am treadin' on thin ice Am I broken? What's the chance I will survive? Don't sugarcoat me, 'cause I feel like suicide Just give it to me straight, 'cause I'm runnin' out of time I need an antidote, now what can you prescribe? It's like an avalanche, I feel myself go under 'Cause the weight of it's like hands around my neck I never stood a chance, my heart has frozen over An' I feel like I am treadin' on thin ice An' I'm goin' under I need a cure for me, 'cause the square doesn't fit the circle Give me a remedy, 'cause my head wasn't wired for this world I need a cure for me, 'cause the square doesn't fit the circle Give me a remedy, 'cause my head wasn't wired for this world I'm goin' out of frequency Can anyone respond? 'Cause I'm goin' out of frequency Can anyone respond? It's like an avalanche, I feel myself go under 'Cause the weight of it's like hands around my neck I never stood a chance, my heart has frozen over An' I feel like I am treadin' on thin ice An' I'm goin' under I need a cure for me, 'cause a square doesn't fit the circle Give me a remedy, 'cause my head wasn't wired for this world I need a cure for me, 'cause a square doesn't fit the circle Give me a remedy, 'cause when it hits, well, it hits like an avalanche

real love

We are lovers through and through And though we made it through the storm I really want you to realize, I really want to put you on I’ve been searching for someone to satisfy my every need Won’t you be my inspiration? Be the real love that I need Real love, I’m searching for a real love Someone to set my heart free Real love, I’m searching for a real love Ooh, when I met you I just knew that you would take my heart and run Until you told me how you loved for me, you said I’m not the one So I slowly came to see all of the things that you were made of And now I hope my dreams and inspiration lead me towards a real love Real love, I’m searching for a real love Someone to set my heart free Real love, I’m searching for a real love I got to have a real love Love so true, and oh baby, I thought that love was true I thought that you were the answer to the question in my mind But it seems that I was wrong, if I stay strong, maybe I’ll find A real love So I’ve tried my best and prayed to God he’ll send me someone real To caress me and to guide me towards a love my heart can feel Now I know I can be faithful, I can be your all and all Ill give you good lovin' through the summertime, winter, spring and fall Real love, I’m searching for a real love (Real love, real love) Someone to set my heart free Real love, I’m searching for a real love Real love, I’m searching for a real love Someone to set my heart free Real love, I’m searching for a real love See, I'm searching for a real love and I don't know where to go (Real love, I’m searching for a real love) Been around the world and high and low and still I never know (Someone to set my heart free Real love, I’m searching for a real love) How it feels to have a real love cause it seems it's not around Gotta end it in this way 'cause it seems he can't be found Real love, I’m searching for a real love Someone to set my heart free Real love, I’m searching for a real love Real love, I’m searching for a real love Someone to set my heart free Real love, I’m searching for a real love Real love

how you get the girl

Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Oh-oh, oh-oh Stand there like a ghost Shaking from the rain, rain She'll open up the door and say, "Are you insane?" Say it's been a long six months And you were too afraid to tell her what you want, want And that's how it works That's how you get the girl And then, you say I want you for worse or for better I would wait forever and ever Broke your heart, I'll put it back together I would wait forever and ever And that's how it works That's how you get the girl, girl (oh-oh, oh) And that's how it works That's how you get the girl, girl Remind her how it used to be, be, yeah-yeah With pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks, cheeks Tell her how you must have lost your mind, ooh-ooh When you left her all alone And never told her why, why And that's how it works That's how you lost the girl And now, you say I want you for worse or for better I would wait forever and ever (ever and ever) Broke your heart, I'll put it back together I would wait forever and ever And that's how it works That's how you get the girl, girl (oh-oh, oh-oh) And that's how it works That's how you get the girl, girl Yeah, yeah And you know Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh That I don't want you to go, oh, oh Remind me how it used to be Pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks And say you want me, yeah-yeah And then you say 'Cause I want you for worse or for better (worse or for better) I would wait forever and ever (ever and ever) Broke your heart, I'll put it back together I would wait forever and ever (I want you forever and ever) And that's how it works That's how you get the girl, girl (this is how it works) And that's how it works That's how you get the girl, girl (get the girl) (That's how it works) And that's how it works That's how you get the girl, girl (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) And that's how it works That's how you get the girl, girl (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) That's how it works That's how you got the girl

nope

Uh Scared ass nigga won't pull up Ho on me said turn up Bitch ain't shit nigga straight up (Believe that) Y'all pussy niggas can't play us Both y'all broke ass niggas Purp? I don't smoke that nigga (Straight kush nigga) Oh you want some of this money? That life, y'all niggas ain't 'bout it My bitch ain't less than a dime (T.I.: Nope she a 10) I ain't buyin' less than a 9 Y'all niggas can't get zero (Nope, thats nothin) Think you got somethin' on me though? (Nope) Fuck these niggas man they ain't got none of my swag (Nope) Nigga think he stuntin wit' that girl, man that bitch ain't bad I'm from the street and niggas say they wanna knuck wit' me Pussy nigga quit playin, I don't fuck around like that We don't fuck around like that, we don't fuck around like that We don't fuck around like that, we don't fuck around like that We don't fuck around like that, we don't fuck around like that We don't fuck around like that, we don't fuck around like that I don't even fuck with y'all niggas I don't know whats up with y'all niggas I know you can't touch my swag That bitch you fuckin' ain't bad Y'all ain't seein' my clique Y'all don't be on this shit You don't kill 'em like I do on Reds Y'all niggas ain't seein' no bread We ain't got the same kind of cars You think we the same kinda stars? And now I don't fuck with those hoes You think them niggas fuckin' with Dro Fuck these niggas man they ain't got none of my swag (Nope) Nigga think he stuntin wit' that girl, man that bitch ain't bad I'm from the street and niggas say they wanna knuck wit' me Pussy nigga quit playin, I don't fuck around like that We don't fuck around like that, we don't fuck around like that We don't fuck around like that, we don't fuck around like that We don't fuck around like that, we don't fuck around like that We don't fuck around like that, we don't fuck around like that 45 rounds in the clip, .45 in the whip, fuck around, think I'm playin' with you Ho tell the dead nigga "Talk shit 'bout a bitch", but the bitch ain't shit I ain't lie nigga I sell crack cocaine, I done bang that thang, now the money ain't a thang nigga Hustle Gang over everything, Police pull up on me, ask me have I seen anything? (Nope) Known world wide, in the trees smoke 'n' ride, in the coupe these bad bitches never say (Nope) Felicia tell you what she won't do, but for me she want to What's the difference, man you already (know) Hey don't run up on me rappin' 'bout you used to bang too Slang blo, kick rocks I don't believe it nigga Bet if I pull up in your hood with you futuristic dope boy, have you ever seen any? And you don't wanna feud with my family pull a jammy on your mammy, what your little survey say I got a bunch of young wildin' niggas with me running wild in the city, they were tryin' to go for day More these niggas talk shit, smilin' in your face, got a closet full of K, thing I give a fuck? While I wake up everyday look in the mirror as it is and anybody anywhere who can't fuck with us (That's what he said) Fuck these niggas man they ain't got none of my swag (Nope) Nigga think he stuntin wit' that girl, man that bitch ain't bad I'm from the street and niggas say they wanna knuck wit' me Pussy nigga quit playin, I don't fuck around like that We don't fuck around like that, we don't fuck around like that We don't fuck around like that, we don't fuck around like that We don't fuck around like that, we don't fuck around like that We don't fuck around like that, we don't fuck around like that

unity

I've been having memories of my exes All my chicks in Texas, New York, California And all my chicks in Florida I just gotta let you know I'm lookin' for a down ass bitch One that all these niggas wanted Never got to get her, when they see her they be salty, screamin' bitch She the one that they wanted, she the one that they wanted Still the one that I wanted, still that number one bitch And even after all these years go, you still on my mind It's kinda crazy, you ain't here though, no no So remember me like old time hoes in the summer breeze All my girls is Lebanese, Japanese, Vietnamese Can I take your order please? I heard that you Portuguese Take you to my hottest place You so bad, I had to drop that bands on you No, you so bad the feds might build a case on you So let a nigga know what we gon' do See everything I do, I do for you, shawty Don't you let them say it's not for you, shawty You're the only one I've got, I've got Only one bitch I've got, I've got Don't let them tell you different You different

official

Pharoahe's official like Starter, hit harder than Fort Greene Authentic, Nike, Adidas and Spalding Then hid it behind the back like making 'em all fiend From my intricate ways to shake your whole team Official, Starter hit harder than Fort Greene No authentic, Nike, Adidas and Spalding Then hid it behind the back like making 'em all fiend For my intricate ways to break your whole team My style makes the crowd say, "Ow!" Like number 55 on the Chargers I promise thee, I dodge a nigga like Raul Mondesi Sombrely stay calm, by any means like Natrone The bomb like Hail Mary's inflated with napalm Rap please us, deliver scriptures similar to Jesus That you couldn't catch if you was Ivan Rodriguez So don't compete within the zone where the mind enters I'm on the phone in the luxury box like George Steinbrenner The owner, making you give your diamond back like Arizona Winning, always Indian like Chief Noc-A-Homa Sock a nigga in his face, Pharoahe's a sporting authority Blacks attracted to my rap like dames to sororities You already fucked up when you stepped up to bat Strike (one), strike (two), strike (three), that's that Pharoahe's official like Starter, hit harder than Fort Greene Authentic, Nike, Adidas and Spalding Then hid it behind the back like making 'em all fiend From my intricate ways to shake your whole team Official, Starter hit harder than Fort Greene No authentic, Nike, Adidas and Spalding Then hid it behind the back like making 'em all fiend For my intricate ways to break your whole team Yo, the realness stuck, females 'blauch' my knob like Chuck Dispense the eight count Commence to rebound like Buck Williams Triple Crown threat to score, plus the bonus strange Without the Rover, more range than Rey Ordonez One of the MC's, flip my kind of grammar on the break Three on one like Phi Slamma Jamma Serve a slot, a curve-splitter-knuckleball-spitter-change Every bitter rhyme hit a note, quote, "Get a game" Not Allen Iverson, forget crossing over, shake men Similar to Troy, I bring the pain destined to ache men Break men off, take men out, make me wanna slander Prime Time, my rhyme defense beyond Deion Sanders I walk the earth with my rod in this strick land Promise, people thought I was Thomas Hearns the way I hit, man Pharoahe's official like Starter, hit harder than Fort Greene Authentic, Nike, Adidas and Spalding Then hid it behind the back like making 'em all fiend From my intricate ways to shake your whole team Official, Starter hit harder than Fort Greene No authentic, Nike, Adidas and Spalding Then hid it behind the back like making 'em all fiend For my intricate ways to break your whole team Official Yeah, yeah, come on, come on It's Lee Stone, Pharoahe Monch for real With the official hip-hop to kill Know what's the deal, come on, check it Yo, yo, yo Pharoahe's official like Starter, hit harder than Fort Greene Authentic, Nike, Adidas and Spalding Then hid it behind the back like making 'em all fiend From my intricate ways to-to-to-to, yo, yo Official, Starter hit harder than Fort Greene No authentic, Nike, Adidas and Spalding Then hid it behind the back like making 'em all fiend For my intricate ways to-to-to-to Yo, I stick around like hockey, now what the puck? Cooler than fuck, maneuver like Vancouver Canucks In your speaker, destroy your woofer, mids and tweeters Not Wolverine but still I holds claws like Chamique Waterboys get slaughtered automatic like Bobby Boucher Push your wig back like Marv Albert's toupee Blaze a trail like Portland on a track that'll amaze ya Omnipotent on the D like Clyde Frazier Slide, phase ya, glide get off the, uh I'm coming with the *scatting*

killin my soul

I was conceived in Dracula's lair I'm cracking a hater upside his fucking head with the back of a chair His feet leaps back in the air I rip the fur off the back of a bear The blade's precise I could chop off a patch of his hair Bitch I am a god, riding on the fucking handle bars Black BMX, AR15 tear you and your man apart Go out like Tony Montana, they poppin' them hammers, I fall off the banister Gargantuan, keep your favourite rappers body parts in a canister Fuck anybody that doubted me, ever looked down on me Where the fuck where you? Now you're so proud of me I've been on a grind, bitch I don't know how to sleep My crew sick to a crucifix Smoking kush through a hookah stick Bite the bullet when the ruger spit Fuck rap, bitch, I'm through with it Niggas know when I was born to ball Bitch I’m shining like a marmoreal Light a stick of dynamite "tick, tick" bang and die right in front of ya'll I'm done with living Satan I'll be there in a minute How the fuck you boxing with god bitch when your arms are missing No religion but my mom's a Christian I had her tripping when she found my porn subscription I'm on some different shit And expensive whips with a different bitch I rip your fucking lungs out with a plumber's wrench I don't know a nigga living in his right mind that could probably stop me Nigga shook like a young bitch in a room, fucking Bill Cosby Mach five, nigga high speed, in his face watch his eyes bleed Pull the plug from the life support and the IV's, nigga try me Came from the dirt, thank god all the pain it was worth Thinking my name was cursed, I couldn't get on, I felt so ashamed and hurt I eat up everything until the fucking reaper gets me We in this bitch, but I still feel depressed and empty The game's got me in a venomous zone It's killing my hope, I don't even feel it no mo' Sometimes I say fuck this shit but I ain't willing to go They're stealing my soul, there's reasons I can't leave it alone (fo’ sho) My legacy, I gotta leave it in stone (you know) If these other niggas did it we getting on (let's go) These weak niggas straight up killing my soul That's why I don't even feel it no mo', I ain't vibing to it From the moment my pen hit the page My vision was getting on stage Dreaming about it, they told me that this was a phase You getting too big for your britches, remember your age Huh? What the fuck that mean? Tell 'em "Doubt me," they be reading 'bout me All this passion you would have to beat it out me And they said I would never leave my county Kill that noise, I couldn't let them breath around me All I could ever see is drowning All I could ever see is drowning All I could ever see is drowning Now that ain't no problem but nothing but sharks I rob 'em, I never needed no help I should dealt with the fuck I felt Fuck drowning, I became a shark myself Momma said keep your head up My nigga said keep your head up You hating niggas went head up I ain't get fed so I'm fed up Me gettin' signed was a proud day for every chick I got head from I hope you follow, I'm drunk with power like it's creatine in this red cup Losing - I refuse it It's useless like using a toothpick as a pool stick Somebody hate, ain't give two shits Just made music till I got hot like when it's humid in Houston Fuck it Truth is I don't even know why I do this I done came so far but I still feel lost and about to lose it The game's got me in a venomous zone It's killing my hope, I don't even feel it no mo' Sometimes I say fuck this shit but I ain't willing to go They're stealing my soul, there's reasons I can't leave it alone (fo’ sho) My legacy, I gotta leave it in stone (you know) If these other niggas did it we getting on (let's go) These weak niggas straight up killing my soul That's why I don't even feel it no mo', I ain't vibing to it As of lately my fire's been lower Dizzy Wright said I might Need to put a light to some weed to get my mind to tremble But that ain't me so I'm digging real deep to write this shit Yo I'm at five percent I hope my career does not die in limbo I wake up just praying my fuse is lit 'Cause I don't get hyped like I used to get Back when I would hop in the booth and spit I'm too immune to this Stuck in my thoughts, am I a lunatic? (fuck) Fuck this music shit, what is Hopsin? I don't know who it is I do get bits of spontaneous hunger And when I do there's a cloud of raining and thunder You'd hate to get under And when that happens ain't no place to get comfort I'm labeled a monster, you may be a goner I put listeners in the craziest slumber A note to peasants, my vocal presence Is so perfected fans get so obsessive And cry to my shit but don't confess it When I'm in my zone you feel that power and passion My godly words can speak louder than action And don't forget it nigga The game's got me in a venomous zone It's killing my hope, I don't even feel it no mo' Sometimes I say fuck this shit but I ain't willing to go They're stealing my soul, there's reasons I can't leave it alone (fo’ sho) My legacy, I gotta leave it in stone (you know) If these other niggas did it we getting on (let's go) These weak niggas straight up killing my soul That's why I don't even feel it no mo', I ain't vibing to it

beasty

Whoa Kenny! Hold up, you know it's the logo, say HB The Glock got no safety, don't push me, I’ll do it Please do not push me, you think that I'm pussy? Got too much to lose, nigga, don't make me lose it I can't be trusting no bitch, is you stupid? I came with a shooter, he came with a Ruger I just seen one of my bros on the news I can't call him no more, he respect why I do it I'm in the big body Benz with my friends And it look like we just hit a lick off the jeweler Look like a dope boy, I hop out a Rolls Royce They taking my flows like I said they can use it Dirty Diana, I'm pushing a Phantom I know that they wanna see me in a Buick Three different bourbons, we twenty-one deep You see gang in the shows like they don't know my music Fuck all the bitches that fronted on me when I didn't have money You feeling so stupid I'm from the trenches where niggas get hit up for nothing You better go get on your bully Niggas be acting so tough You can front if you want Got some shit that could knock down a bully Niggas be talking to police You don't even know me You only hear what's in the music Talking to the feds is a no-no I can get bread with my eyes closed Insecure, so she got lipo VVS's on me, that's a light show It could get litty like a light show Nigga I'm litty like a light show If it's 'bout money, I'ma go-go Fucked a couple bros, she a ho-ho Too addicted, hard to stop it Fell in love with Saint Laurent shit Louis luggages and Monclers Flyest niggas out the Bronx yeah And we come straight out of Highbridge I swear you don't wanna die, yeah Don't get caught up in my projects I don't need no yes men 'round me Talking about lets get fleet-fleet Come around tryna get tree-tree Popping on pills with the bean-bean Rolling through the hills off the lean-lean Don't hate me, just love me Melody, nigga, she need me Blowing me kisses through the TV Look at me now I'm beasty I'm beasty, I'm beasty, too OD, I'm beasty Nigga I cut her off easy Word to my mother, I'm beasty, I'm beasty, I'm beasty Saint Laurent sweater cost three Gs Fucking on the bro, just to meet me Okay you a eater like E-E Talking to the feds is a no-no I can get bread with my eyes closed Insecure, so she got lipo VVS's on me, that's a light show It could get litty like a light show Nigga I'm litty like a light show If it's 'bout money, I'ma go-go Fucked a couple bro, she a hoe-hoe

live for

Getting sober for a day Got me feeling too low They tryna make me slow down Tryna tell me how to live I'm about to lose control Well they can watch me fuck it up all in one night I'm in my city in the summer Camo'd out, leather booted Kissing bitches in the club They wanna threesome, then some Spend whatever come in, fuck an income Me and my niggas we ain't never going broke And you, have to, do it all Just to know where it gets you Living dreams we can never afford Now we sitting in the back saying This the shit that I live for, this the shit that I live for This the shit that I live for, with the people I'd die for This the shit that I live for, this the shit that I live for This the shit that I live for, with the people I'd die for This the shit that I live for, this the shit that I live for This the shit that I live for, with the people I'd die for This the shit that I live for, this the shit that I live for This the shit that I live for, with the people I'd die for Yeah This the shit that I live for, this the shit that I'd die for This the shit you can't fake dawg, this the shit you need God for How long do you think it's gon' take for y'all to fall That's a serious question because I seriously question all of y'all Been touring the world man, I've done spent racks in all the malls And they know my story, flaws and all I still got plaques hanging wall to wall dawg She just offered a strip tease, but she don't look like Demi Moore Hips all on 45, waist all on 24 And it's all love in the city, still scream XO, when that Henny pour But I'm that boy, not just any boy, what the fuck you think that I'm in it for Roll up in that thing, got hoes like Prince, but they know I'm king Chubbs might hold that thing, if he get caught, he'll be home by spring Things I shouldn't share, I mean for the sake of my career I'm not tryna stunt, I'm just tellin' you the truth, I swear This the shit that I live for with the people I'd die for This the shit you can't fake dawg, this the shit you need God for This that shit we really gotta talk about in person There's some shit I need to work on, but I know you see me working Nigga, champagne... This the shit that I live for, this the shit that I live for This the shit that I live for, with the people I'd die for This the shit that I live for, this the shit that I live for This the shit that I live for, with the people I'd die for This the shit that I live for, this the shit that I live for This the shit that I live for, with the people I'd die for This the shit that I live for, this the shit that I live for This the shit that I live for, with the people I'd die for

lil ghetto boy

And also-also, all of you Africans, all of you Africans that wanna do things that's working for other people, y'all need to open your own business, save your money, quit paying motherfuckers for jheri curls! Quit paying motherfuckers for perms! Save your money, start your own business, and you true Africans, will have put hundreds to work. This is our future right here, this our future right here! This some shit! The new generation is on! The new generation! Hey, I'mma tell you right now, if-if if I have to die today, for this little African right here to have a future I'm a dead motherfucker! (You right!) Wake up, jumped out my bed I'm in a 2 man cell with my homie Lil 1/2 Dead Murder was the case that they gave me Dear God, I wonder can you save me I'm only 18, so I'm a young buck It's a riot, if I don't scrap, I'm getting stuck But that's the life of a G, I guess Ese's way deep, shanked two in the chest Best run 'cause brothers is dropping quicker Uh, too late, damn, down goes another nigga Bouncing off the walls, throwing them dogs Getting that rep as a young hog It ain't nothing like the street life You better be strapped with your shank, cause ain't no fist fight So I guess I gots to handle mine Since I did the crime, I gots to do my time Them say me grow up to be nothing Look at me now and tell me what you see I am what I am, it's only me Little ghetto boy Playing in the ghetto street What'cha gonna do when you grow up And have to face responsibility? Now I'm holding a dub, sitting on swoll 27 years old, up for parole, stroll I'm back up on my feet with my mind on the money That I'll be making soon as I touch the streets Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump but now they blast, right But it ain't no thang to me Cause now I'm what they call a loced-assed OG The little homies from the hood with grip Are the ones I get with cause I'm down to set trip Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so what you wanna do? Didn't know he had a .22 Straight sitting behind his back I grabbed his pockets and then I heard six caps I fell to the ground with blood on my hands I didn't understand How a nigga so young could bust a cap I used to be the same way back I guess that's what I get (For what?) For trying to jack them little homies for they grip Me learn many things from what me see from the street The outcome of what I've come to be Little ghetto boy Playing in the ghetto street What'cha gonna do when you grow up And have to face responsibility? Something for the real OGs to get with Some facts, made our made, now you wanna run and play Like every single day, really doe You know me, I'm the smooth macadamien, gaming them for my homie No needing being calm if you pack right And learning just enough to keep your sack right Late nights, I wonder what they getting for? Early morning on the corners, what they hitting for? Seven young G's put they serve down In a G ride, east side's where they swerve now. Not thinking about what's really going on Got crept on, stepped on, now they gone I spent 4 years in the county with nothing but convicts around me But now I'm back at the Pound And we expose ways for the youth to survive Some think it's wrong but we tend to think it's right So make all them ends you can make Cause when you're broke, you break, check it out So ain't no need for your mama to trip Cause you's a hustling-ass youngsta, clocking your grip Now me finally grown as you can see, still an OG For life and always remain to be Little ghetto boy Playing in the ghetto street What'cha gonna do when you grow up And have to face responsibility?

do it all

Somebody remind me where I am That's right I’m at home, yeah I’m right where I belong Girl you say you feeling faded yeah me too This smoke is getting blown, and these drinks are super strong I know they ain't getting money like we do So it’s on I was looking for the one Now I’m feeling dumb for thinking it was you I was wrong Now I’m back up in this bitch Going harder than I did Watch me do it And I’mma do it all Feeling like the old me You don’t even know me I’mma do it all I’mma do it all That's probably why I’m back up in this bitch Going harder than I did Watch me do it Tonight I’m into breaking up Somebody’s home I’m drunk as ever I’m not alone, (I I I) I’m with my people I know you love it I don’t just do it I over does it I be getting money so long Its just paper to me Take all my memories with you and just erase it for me You can never reminisce when you forget it all Careful what you wish for, you just might get it all Now my life is angel hair and pinot grigio Baby forget about it Im headed wherever this motherfucking jet is routed You can’t have my heart the doctor told me I’d be dead without it My judgment's never cloudy That’s why I’m steady yelling weatherman weatherman I’m about whatever man I’m tryna fuck with Tinkerbell in Never Neverland But I’m polite about it Baby after you I’ve had a glass or two so somebody remind me where I am Tryna get the green like I’m waiting at a long light Broke just doesn’t suit me girl and every night is prom night Where’d I put my bow tie Millionaire, multi Rest in peace to BIG and praises to the most high Getting stupid paid off of smart decisions I’m the man now, I guess that part's a given So someone please tell me the problem with my competition I ask whats up and they just say the cost of living I love from it though, I’ve been down and I got up Bring a hundred thousand to the club and light your spot up And me falling and landing in love shouldn't happen Because everything's easier to get into than get out off But someone show me to the owner of this city Because the owners always seem to be the only people with me I’m still the mafia, still run the committee NY forever nigga, Diddy

chair falling

Huuuah, I was just uh Kickin' back in my desk Puttin' in work, yuh, Big 14 Guess I fell out of my chair I was kickin' back puttin' in work I was kickin' back puttin' in work It felt like Chair Falling, felt like Chair Falling Scratch my head, blood up in my hair, it is red Slimes I'm wit' will rise Bleedin' red, you know how it go Shoot instead, ask questions later Feel like Darth Vader, yuh, red beam bitch Hit a fuckin' hater, countin' all this paper, ayy Ain't puttin' work on my paper, ayy Put in work, aye but I put in work, put in work I was kickin' back puttin' in work I was kickin' back puttin' in work It felt like Chair Falling, said it feels like Chair Falling They like Trippie, what you doin'? Ayy, what you thinkin'? Turnt up on the weekend, ayy, yo bitches geekin' Geekin' geekin', sneakin', peekin' Ayy, she be freakin' She be sexin', I be nuttin', in her mouth In her house, at her crib What you thinkin'? Man you niggas hella foo Bitch, that's what I'm thinkin' You niggas ain't worth shit You count up Abe Lincolns Countin' up them racks, bitch Yeah, countin' up them racks, bitch You know how it's brackin' And I ain't never ever lackin' Ain't never ever slackin' Don't never ever get the pack in I'm at the top, I'm at the top, ayy Fallin' out my chair, fallin' out my chair I was kickin' back puttin' in work I was kickin' back puttin' in work It felt like Chair Falling, felt like Chair Falling

brendans death song

Live and die before I get it done, will you decide? Take my words and turn them into signs that will survive Because a long time ago, I knew not to deprive It's safe out there and now you're everywhere, just like the sky And you are love, you are the love supreme, you are the rise And when you hear this, you’ll know it’s your jam, it’s your goodbye Like I said you know I'm almost dead You know I'm almost gone And when the drummer drums He's going to play my song To carry me along Like I said you know I'm almost dead You know I'm almost gone And when the boatman comes to ferry me away To where we all belong We all crossed when we were feeling lost it's just the time Kateri cried the day her lover died she recognized Because he gave her a life of real love it's no surprise The nights are long but the years are short when you're alive Way back when will never be again, it was a time It's going to catch you so glad I met you to walk the line Like I said you know I'm almost dead You know I'm almost gone And when the drummer drums He's going to play my song To carry me along Like I said you know I'm almost dead You know I'm almost gone And when the boatman comes to ferry me away To where we all belong Like I said you know I'm almost dead You know I'm almost gone And when the drummer drums He's going to play my song To carry me along Like I said you know I'm almost dead You know I'm almost gone And when the boatman comes to ferry me away To where we all belong Let me live so when it's time to die even the reaper cries Let me die so when it's time to leave another sun will rise I said yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! I said yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Like I said you know I'm almost dead You know I'm almost gone And when the drummer drums He's going to play my song To carry me along Like I said you know I'm almost dead You know I'm almost gone And when the boatman comes to ferry me away To where we all belong Like I said you know I'm almost dead You know I'm almost gone

the set up remix

Oh oh oh oh oh, Ohhh-miiiiiix (hehehehe) Detroit nigga! "Cheers" the debut, the nigga, the voice, the career, is all new (yup) You Pepe LePew-ass niggas loved your boo when I thugged her in school (huh) Made her resort to fuck with niggas like you (hah!) Me, I gave her obstacle courses Bust nuts up in that ass, yeah, lots of abortions You, took it out of proportion Made the bitch wifey, when you should be plottin divorcin I put her through the ring, had her wildin' out horse, when You, bought rings, had her hiding out in Nordstrom (whoo!) I coach her, help her play her part{whistle} Catch these bars, you know I play her like a sport (hah!) Obie is never that nigga paying for that loft Or payin' the cost for another man to floss (nah!) I'd rather have my hands on the grands of course So the plan is creepin' up on your man, pushing The Porsche (what!) Thick thighs but she full of surprises I swear this bitch is Shady (that's what I know) Sex on her mind all the time And you think that, that's your baby (you don't know) You a good guy that's living a lie But she told him where your safe be(Detroit!) (that's what I know) If you cool and she satisfied {I know +Dat bitch+} How come that bitch just paged me? (you don't know) Ey yo, Obie Trice, I know the same bitch (the same bitch) The bitch with the ear-ring in her clit (Dat Bitch?) I got photos of her buttnaked With Manolo's and a pair of handcuffs on her hip (ey yo) She love coke, doin' lines off my CD (sniff sniff) She in the bottles like "I Dream Of Genie" She got a G.E.D. from nightschool That stands for "Gettin' Errbody Dolla", greeeedy! I first met her at Magic City, she was gettin' lapdances, and grabbin' titties When the stripper ain't lookin', she grabbed a $50 Ride out the bitch thong, when the song is on I'm like: that bitch ain't shit! She'll put the gun to your balls while swallowing your "kids" Before you know it, you got robbed By four fat chicks that kicked in your door while you was tied That's the game that bitches play Watch your back while they walkin' your way You know her, long hair brown skin Pussy be whippin' niggas like Lady Heroine You try to get her drunk, she slipped you a Mickey Now you the next date-rape victim on "Ricky" Bitch fuck with D, I have her legs "hangin' out the trunk" like the "Marshall Mathers LP" (yup!) Yeah, Lloyd Banks'll never trust a ho (no) They'll get you "Set Up" fast, "puttin' your hands in the air" like Busta's show (yeah) I got the fame, name, plus the dough Between your legs and your chin is a few places my nuts'll go (ho!) (hah!) I'm stubborn in the worst way, so I don't follow up if I don't get the Pussy the first day (yeah) Hey, slow down boo, cause' at a G-Unit party My niggas pattin' the hoes down too (yeah) They're hungry and they're plannin' to profit So I get all my hoodrat head with my hand in my pocket (whoo!) They scheme, but the cannon'll stop it Thinkin' I'm off point cause I blew about a grand on a chocolate And even if I'm loose off the liquor (liquor) I'm reachin', besides everything's bulletproof but my zipper (ziiip! - Obie) I don't even put my drink down, watch the bitch on your arm She probably goin' through your mink now (Lloyd Banks nigga! - Obie) Uh, Yeah, Uh Yo, when you say "Kiss is the best", you're not hypothetically speakin' If he don't die, I bet he be leakin' (D-Block!) And I'm in the zone right now, I think I'm 'bout to finish up my album By the rest of the weekend (let's go) It's a dirty game, and rule number one (whoo) You never spend clean money on a dirty dame (yeah) Bitches pointing like "Oh, he Kiss!" (uh-huh) Once they get a whiff of the purple kush or the OG Crip Got a hazespot with dubs, a whole D strip I get it for cheap, the 'ricans throw me shit My nigga listen, it's enough of 'em (uhh) So you ain't' gotta be runnin' round' here all crazy, lovin' 'em and Cuffin' 'em (New York) Just don't add up, (naw) She just wanna get her hair and nails done, and tear Fifth Ave up (yeah) She might cop female 'Gators (huh) Bad thing is the homie gonna spin her like Spreewells later Now everything is messed up (yeah) You wanna deck him, and deck her Should have only used her from the neck up (whoo) Instead of taking her to shop Take her scandalous ass to "The Doc", make her get a check up Now for nothing, you should just stand down Cause before long, there's gonna be a man down (uh-huh) But naw, you gave her the world She gave you a ass to Kiss And she's still your favorite girl, damn! Detroit! Hahahaha, yeah 213! Westcoast Connection with Detroit Detroit Connection, with New York You can't stop Obie Trice right now. What? New nigga, new voice, new career, hehe, motherfucker! Whatchu know about it Nate Dogg my nigga WarrenG, my nigga Jadakiss my nigga Lloyd Banks my nigga Hehehe, yeah Yeah, and I'm on the Boost Mobile with my nigga Reggie Noble nigga Whachu know about it?

some x shit

Whoo whoo! Dog ni-gga WHAT? Whoo whoo! Dog ni-gga Uhh, Ruff Ryders, WHAT?! Volume One, Swizz Beats (WHOOO!) WHAT?! Uhh, uhh, (WHAT?!) all aboard! If I thought y'all niggas really wanted drama I woulda been pulled out the armor, word to my momma I'mma -- hit y'all niggas with somethin that you ain't never felt (WHAT?!) Hit y'all niggas for frontin you caught up in that hell (WHAT?!) If I thought that half the shit that bitches said was true I'd be spitting lead at you, to dead your crew But -- if you know a bitch, you don't listen to that bitch You don't argue with that bitch, all you do is fuck that bitch! If I listened to all the snake niggas that's runnin they mouth I wouldn't be in the crib, I'd be loadin up, to run in your house But -- you can't fuck with cowards, cause a coward'll be a coward He'll end up killin these cowards, and I'm not feelin these cowards! If I let the niggas around my way tell me how to feel about me I guess I really, wouldn't be D But I'm the best that ever did it, the best at it because I live it How many niggas eat it and shit it, you cats want it? Come and get it! Chorus: DMX (repeat 2X) Grrr, ARF ARF, woo woo! Grrr, ARF ARF, woo woo! Tell me how you feelin now (WHAT?!) I know you illin now (WHAT?!) Tell me how you feelin now (WHAT?!) I know you illin now (WHAT?!) It's not like me to have my back turned to open places I wanna SEE it when it's comin, so I can open faces Open cases got me PAYIN to stay out of jail (WHAT?!) While these streets, got me to prayin to stay out of hell (C'MON!) Slipped, and I fell, got back up -- slipped again But no matter what it's been, niggas never got a win It's a thin line I walk, everyday but I'm good with it! Project nigga all my life, but wouldn't say the hood did it! Knew what I was doin, everyday that I've been doin it (okay) Seein niggas havin a good time, so I'mma ruin it (yeah) Fuck you, and fuck your man, both y'all niggas is puss! Frontin like you out the jungle but ain't never seen a bush! When push comes to shove, whatever love we had take it witchu Now peep what I just said and see how long it takes to hit you Everybody knows you can talk all day (YES) But when it's on what you gonna do - walk away? (YES) Chorus Man, I told you I lock jaws, carry a Glock four Close my eyes on y'all niggas, the bullets'll watch yours Then I gotta open up another can of ass-whippin Y'all niggas better pucker up, time for some real ass-kissin I'm a simple man, I lead a simple life, I mean simple like I don't need much to be aight, live off the land, eat atnight Handle whatever's comin when I get there, but I'm good (WHAT?!) Dismantle whatever's comin, y'all niggas sit there and put up hoods! How my niggas feelin? (GOOD!) How my niggas like it? (ROUGH!) What my niggas want? (BLOOD!) We stay callin niggas bluff But if it's got to be, then it's gon' be, c'mon let's eat Whatever my niggas want from me, is what my niggas gonna get from me And if I ever.. let the words, of another nigga bother me I might as well.. let the sperm, of that other nigga father me But they know, like I know, the black Rhino Niggas rippin through em and let the nine blow Nigga die slow! Oh.. oh oh!! Chorus 3X Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce What? Ruff Ryders, Volume One, the compilation DMX, Swizz Beats, uhh, double up What? Double up, y'all gotta feel us Y'all GOTTA feel us Rrrrr, ARF ARF, woo woo!

wrong

You are a lonely You are a lo.. go Wanted to take her back to my place Driving 90, let the cops chase Making that "Damn it feels so good" face Cause she don't wanna wait, no, wait 'til we get home Oh that girl, she want it, yeah she need it She a bad mother, and I believe it She says "Pull over and don't lock the doors" She doesn't care who sees anymore It's better when it feels wrong (Ooh-oh, ooh-oh-oh, oh yeah, ooh-oh) It's better when it feels wrong (Ooh-oh, ooh-oh-oh, oh yeah, ooh-oh) Six miles high up in the airspace She says, "Come on to the back, baby" Everybody knows just what's happening But she don't give a shit, nah, she just want this OOH!! Oh that girl, she want it, yeah she need it She a bad mother, and I believe it She says "Come closer and don't lock the door" She doesn't care who sees anymore It's better when it feels wrong (Ooh-oh, ooh-oh-oh, oh yeah, ooh-oh) It's better when it feels wrong (Ooh-oh, ooh-oh-oh, oh yeah, ooh-oh) It's better when it feels wrong (Ooh-oh, ooh-oh-oh, oh it's better, ooh-oh) It's better when it feels wrong (Ooh-oh, ooh-oh-oh, oh yeah, ooh-oh) It's better when it feels wrong Pull up, skrrt, in that, drop, top, for me, yah I ain't, seen, max, since, like, the, summer, yah Count all hunnids, I stay from ya Count all hunnids, I stay from ya Now baby are you really feelin me or its because what I was just talkin about After I'm done you tell me you love me I look at you now I be kickin you out Yahh Baby tell me is you real Baby tell me is you real Baby tell me is you real It's better when it feels wrong (Ooh-oh, ooh-oh-oh, ooh-oh) It's better when it feels wrong (Ooh-oh, ooh-oh-oh, oh it's better, ooh-oh) It's better when it feels wrong (Ooh-oh, ooh-oh-oh, ooh-oh) It's better when it feels wrong (Ooh-oh, ooh-oh-oh, ooh-oh) It's better when it feels wrong

present tense

This dance, this dance Is like a weapon, is like a weapon Of self-defence, of self-defence Against the present, against the present The present tense No, I won't get heavy, don't get heavy Keep it light and keep it moving I am doing no harm As my world comes crashing down I'll be dancing, freaking out Deaf, dumb, and blind In you, I'm lost In you, I'm lost I won't turn around or the penny drops Won't stop now, won't slack off Or all this love will be in vain To stop from falling down a mine It's no one's business but mine Where all this love has been in vain In you, I'm lost In you, I'm lost In you, I'm lost In you, I'm lost

take a bow

Oh, how about a round of applause? Yeah, a standing ovation Oh wow, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah You look so dumb right now Standing outside my house Trying to apologize You're so ugly when you cry Please, just cut it out And don't tell me you're sorry 'cause you're not Baby, when I know you're only sorry you got caught But you put on quite a show (Uh-oh) Really had me going But now it's time to go (Uh-oh) Curtain's finally closing That was quite a show (Uh-oh) Very entertaining But it's over now (But it's over now) Go on and take a bow Grab your clothes and get gone (Get gone) You better hurry up Before the sprinklers come on (Come on) Talking' bout' "Girl, I love you, you're the one" This just looks like the re-run Please, what else is on? (Oh-oh) And don't tell me you're sorry 'cause you're not Baby, when I know you're only sorry you got caught But you put on quite a show (Uh-oh) Really had me going But now it's time to go (Uh-oh) Curtain's finally closing That was quite a show (Uh-oh) Very entertaining But it's over now (But it's over now) Go on and take a bow Oh, and the award for the best liar goes to you (Goes to you) For making me believe That you could be faithful to me Let's hear your speech, oh How 'bout a round of applause? A standing ovation But you put on quite a show (Uh-oh) Really had me going Now it's time to go (Uh-oh) Curtain's finally closing That was quite a show (Uh-oh) Very entertaining But it's over now (But it's over now) Go on and take a bow But it's over now

actress

She's an actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress She's a natural, natural, natural actress, natural actress, natural actress The director in this bitch, blockbuster in this bitch Sex producer, lights, camera, action in this bitch We all off in this bitch, and I'm all off in that ass I'm way past the speed limit, yeah I'm driving it fast Somethin' out of a magazine she belong on TV She remind me of a pornstar the way she put it on me She's an actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress She's a natural, natural, natural actress, natural actress, natural actress Damn she good, damn, damn she good Damn she good, damn, damn she good Health club in this bitch We working out in this bitch Crazy sex, get ignorant, that's going dumb in this bitch Yeah she's a star out this flick Give her five stars in this bitch Shawty know the whole routine, she ain't gotta practice this shit Some out of a magazine she belong on TV She remind me of a pornstar the way she put it on me (2x) She's an actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress She's a natural, natural, natural actress, natural actress, natural actress Damn she good, damn, damn she good Damn she good, damn, damn she good So good, so good, she's so good She remind me a Halle, a Meagan Good, Angelina, Michelle Julia, Keri, Gabrielle, Taraji, Sanaa and Gugu you’re my, favorite actress (Vocals) - TC : Hey so you did this - Ty $ : It was alright - French Montana : What up dawg? - Ty $ : Wuzhanin? - Ty $ : Talked to my bro doin' these interludes and shit he locked up - French Montana : Oh yeah - Ty $ : Hey bro' it's French Montana - TC : Montana! (They all laugh) - French Montana : Haaaan! What's up man? - TC : - Ty $ : Hell yeah - French Montana : That's wassup my nigga, hold it down nigga. Got real niggas fucking with you - TC : - French Montana : Haaaan! - Ty $ : - French Montana : Wassup you good? - Ty $ : I'm chilling man - TC : So... huh - French Montana : - Ty $ : Alright - French Montana : - Ty $ : O-oh for sure I got you - Ty $ : Hell yeah, hey sup bro? - TC : Yeah - Ty $ : How long y'all can have the phone? - TC : Euh... we should have it untill nine o'clock - Ty $ : Alright - TC : Just call back - Ty $ : shit - TC : Alright I love you - Ty $ : Love you At midnight the genius stroke the fuck outta you Baby girl you hit this the wrong way it choke the fuck outta you I rap you in these sheets and smoke the fuck outta you Hit you with this D properly and turn a cluck outta you Maybe in the morning I can get a buck outta you If your credit is on point get a truck outta you Do the fuck I gotta do, you a fan

funk flex freestyle

Eating shawarma, doing drawings of Chewbacca Bumping Flocka, fuck the drama Marijuana's been as calming as the fucking Dalai Lama Your style common as a little league sponsor from a 'tarded kid's father I'm at meetings shaking hands and adding commas to my net worth Talk about my money please and feelings might just get hurt This the same effect and less words Chilling with this asshole, he call himself Sweatshirt I think this might be some of my best work I let these bitches dive in, but it's head first Applying pressure when I put together letters I'm a king, I'm a myth, beat a bitch down with my scepter These Fendi treasures feeling better than a million sweaters in Alaska Your raps are as corny as Nebraska Lacka-daisical bars, my throw aways will trash ya High as NASA on acetone Acid foam, talking trash like John McEnroe You a little bitch with the fucking cabbage patch flow Watch me smack a ho, turn around and catapult off Up above my castle's moat, right into my fucking throne This man is dapper, manufactured in hell You candy rappers got damn disasters, myself, I'm chilling Club house, I'm demanding passwords so villains can't infiltrate This type of lifestyle that one simulates My bitch is great, had a dinner date with William Gates He took her to his big estate, the bitch flipped the safe Escaped through the kitchen bank, dipped it down the interstate Handed me the money, started sucking me off This is a full blown virus, we don't fuck with a cough Made money off the white without touching the soft, I'm in there Million dollars, I been there, 'bout a few times Mulan, she on the futon, tryna do lines This coupe-I'm... in, highway about a buck fifty Middle finger out the window, who wanna fuck with me? I told Dom's and Hodgy, stop popping molly Tryna blow up and die: some real kamikazes Young fisherman sinking in Lake Michigan Innocence, voice of an angel, some Minnie Riperton Exquisite bitch, getting lit, live from the Wimbledon Still sinning this ill pimping is Bill Clinton She butt-naked swimming, I'm paying her no attention Workaholic, got a tv show I know you seen the crib, nasty since a youngin' mind Sanitary birth, watch a bee get buried in the hurst See, I kill myself Mac hippie analog, you rap midi, turn the camera's off, I make you snap and slap your bandana off Your bitch greet me like I'm Santa Clause, mouth wide I'm high as a satellite, see I'm in ancient Greece, getting head from Aphrodite Mac is mighty, got a bunch of whitey's acting like me I set the bar high This a bizarre ride, word to Pharcyde In plaid pants, hit a hole-in-one on the Par 5 Eyes closed, drinking whiskey, let the car drive These hoes thirsty, see the dick and they large-eyed The rawest rapper, baby forehead autographer On top of Saturn, I'm sending shots from my rocket blaster Believe me this is where geniuses live It's most dope, be holier than all of Jesus's kids But we speaking to heathens and all these even Stevens who don't need a reason Just want a bitch that they can feed with semen Don't even sleep, the cheeba goin' keep me dreaming, I'm faded Been in Cali a little too long, it got me jaded Hit Japan and I'm Instagraming camera shy samurais Fucking up a Jerm beat, teach you how to vandalize The bandana Santana tied My sound amplified Screams from Kenny Woods still Phantom ride My pockets fat, still looking for some pants my size They overanalyze everything I fantasize We could have a conersation, we could panamime Or you could come a little closer, put your hand in mine This life a prison, time to set you free Watching movies in silence, describing what I see Word

unreleased songs discography list

Alphabetical Order: # A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #1949 AAfraid All Smiles Angels Forever, Forever Angels Axl Rose Husband BBaby Blue Love Back to the Basics Backfire BBM Baby Be My Daddy Beautiful Player Because of You Behind Closed Doors Best American Record Betty Boop Boop Big Bad Wolf Boarding School Bollywood Hawaii Break My Fall Breaking My Heart Butterflies Butterflies Pt. 2 CC U L8r Alligator Caught You Boy Catch and Release Cherry Blossom Children of the Bad Revolution China Palace Coca Colla Coconut and Key Lime Pie Come When You Call Me America Criminals Run the World Crooked Cop DDaddy Issues Damn You Dance For Money Dangerous Girl Daytona Meth Delicious Disco Driving in Cars with Boys Dum Dum Dynamite EElvis Every Man Gets His Wish FFake Diamond Fine China For Charlie Fordham Road GGangsta Boy Get Drunk Ghetto Baby Girl that Got Away Go Go Dancer Greenwich HHangin' Around Hawaiian Tropic Heartshaped Chevrolet Heavy Hitter Hey You High Hit & Run Hollywood Hollywood's Dead Hot Hot Hot Hundred Dollar Bill II Don't Wanna Go I Talk to Jesus I Was in a Bad Way In the Sun Is It Wrong? JJealous Girl JFK Jimmy Gnecco Joshy & I KKinda Outta Luck LLast Girl on Earth Lemonade Motorcycle Heaven Let My Hair Down Lift Your Eyes Life is Beautiful Live Forever Live or Die Living Legend Living Without You MMaha Maha Making Out Match Made in Heaven Meet Me in the Pale Moonlight Melancholia Methamphetamines Midnight Dancer Girlfriend Moi Je Joue Money Hunny Morricone Motel 6 My Best Days My Song 57 NNever Let Me Go Noir OOn Our Way Oooh Baby PParadise Paris Party Girl Piano Theme Pin-Up Galore Playground Playing Dangerous Prom Song (Gone Wrong) Puppy Love Push Me Down Put the Radio On Put Your Lips Together QQueen of Disaster RResistance Ridin' Riverside Roses Roses Bloom for You Ruby Tuesday SScarface Serial Killer She's Not Me Slow Gin Fizz So Legit So Good St. Tropez Starry Eyed Stoplight De-Lite Strange Love Summer of Sam TTelevision Heaven The Good Life Tired of Singing the Blues Trash True Love on the Side TV in Black & White UUs Against the World VVelvet Crowbar WWayamaya W White Pontiac Heaven Wild One Wild Side XYYes to Heaven Yosemite You & Me You Can Be the Boss Your Band is All the Rage Your Girl You're Gonna Love Me Z

today

Sorry, I don't want to sound offensive But today, I don't want to take no pictures Today, I'm not Kodak I'm Lil Bill Today, I don't give a fuck how you feel And I don't wanna go in front of no crowd Today, I wanna tote my .40 cal Sorry, I ain't wanna take your mixtape Sorry, I forgot it was your b-day I don't give a fuck about your birthday You ain't ever tell me happy birthday Today they gon' read my nigga verdict Today I might post a Throwback Thursday She wanna fuck with me because I'm Haitian And that boy don't fuck with me because I'm Haitian Fuck the fame, I be in my own lane paper chasin' Road runnin, gettin' to the money I be drag racin' I wanna fuck you too girl but I can't Your boyfriend ain't gon' play my songs again Well fuck it, you ain't gotta be a fan Nigga is you a groupie or my friend? Fuck your daughter, I ain't comin to her party Imma be there Kodak boppin, acting rowdy I don't think you want me at her party, I might lace the birthday cake with molly I'm in the mall, don't talk to me I'm shoppin' Baby girl, your MCM be flockin' Sorry, I don't mean to disrespect him But nigga, I ain't come to hear no lectures Sorry, I don't want to sound offensive But today, I don't want to take no pictures Today, I'm not Kodak I'm Lil Bill Today, I don't give a fuck how you feel And I don't wanna go in front of no crowd Today, I wanna tote my .40 cal Sorry, I ain't wanna take your mixtape Sorry, I forgot it was your bday I don't give a fuck about your birthday You ain't ever tell me happy birthday Today they gon' read my nigga verdict Today I might post a Throwback Thursday

2 rounds

I was in Houston for the minute now I’m back in town I was in Houston for the minute now I’m back in town Rich Homie Baby! All it takes is one text Asking me where I’m at Told her,” Baby I’m on one but your destination is next” Now I’m coming down on that freeway that UGK in my deck Got that “Take It Off “on replay like Pimp C said it Now she texting me she need it bad because she ain’t have good in so long And I’m like,’Damn shorty I’m speeding fast and when I get to you girl it’s on’ And when I make it there I want to see that ass no boy shorts and no thong She got that ocean hair have a nigga sinking quick Rock the boat on my Aaliyah shit I hit the block and showed up in a beastin’ whip Ciroc is poured up and Keisha lit I know your neighbors probably never heard of me But they gon’ know my name when you screaming it Cause I'm going in, going in At The same time I'm showing out Got her legs shaking, rolling round And her head crazy like a robot I could tell she had her shit when she smiled Shorty lil dramatic but it compliment her style Late nights we get romantic Need a babysitter for her child If I whip her she like ooooh child Imma hit that pussy all night wake up another two rounds Living room got like 8 pictures we done knocked another two down Two! Yeah, Yeah I was in Houston for the minute now I’m back in town I was in Houston for the minute now I’m back in town She ain't worried about no nigga Got a her own bread  got her own business Laced up and it's a velvet Silent niggas think she gold digging Truth be told she got more than you So what the hell you think she need with your figures? Ain't nothing better so I drop whatever I'm going down when she call Really ain't nothing with her it go down whatever From the bedroom to the wall It's the ones who bad with hustle that never ask for nothing  that a nigga want to give all Everytime I hit it man I need some more I notice I can't resist it's when the dope is potent Shorty ride this dick just like a roller coaster Likes to drive it quick then in a slower motion I be hitting it like I got sentenced to life I’m going dumb I’m so unfocused It’s a trill nigga, trill nigga; all she want is a trill nigga Most you lames couldn’t deal with her I knock it out I could tell she had her shit when she smiled Shorty lil dramatic but it compliment her style Late nights we get romantic Need a babysitter for her child If I whip her she like ooooh child Imma hit that pussy all night wake up another two rounds Living room got like 8 pictures we done knocked another two down Two! Yeah, Yeah I was in Houston for the minute now I’m back in town I was in Houston for the minute now I’m back in town I got this lil quiet bitch who never said shit She thick as hell she stripping dreams and she from Texas I'm well protected baby Jesus on my necklace Big Flu my nigga Big Throw my nigga and DJ Everett Propain! What it do

time out

Mustard on the beat, ho! Said it's the way that you've been actin' lately I might have to put you on time out Poppin' off like you're not my baby I might have to put you on time out Said time out, time out I might have to put you on time out Time out, time out Time out I might have to put you on time out Cause you always trippin' Always trippin' As soon as my cell phone die You think that I'm out there trickin' What I'm gon' do? Walk in the room and it's bitches all 'round Said, if you was here I wouldn't be actin' no different, calm down I know you got spies in the room Tryna act like they eyes to the room Tryna see if I'ma pour a girl a drink She just need a little ice for her juice I got no reason to lie I got no DMs to hide And you ain't got no place to go It's 3 in the morning Said it's the way that you've been actin' lately I might have to put you on time out Poppin' off like you're not my baby I might have to put you on time out Said time out, time out I might have to put you on time out Time out, time out I might have to put you on time out I don't understand why Why you like wasting my time Talkin' 'bout shit, and women that's irrelevant I know that you're tired, girl you been runnin' your lips Show me some pics Damn, you prolly got pics Prolly look worse than it really is Now I gotta fix it and buy you some heels in the Hills You only wear Js when they match mine Girl this ain't nothin' like the last time I know that we had a couple issues And you think I'm just sayin' that I miss you But I got no reason to lie I got no DMs to hide And you tryna play Like you won't forget me in the morning Said it's the way that you've been actin' lately I might have to put you on time out Poppin' off like you're not my baby I might have to put you on time out Said time out, time out I might have to put you on time out Time out, time out I might have to put you on time out Time out, said Right now I'm right here, girl Why you so loud? Time out, said Right now You're always killin' the mood That shit ain't cute Said it's the way that you've been actin' lately I might have to put you on time out Poppin' off like you're not my baby I might have to put you on time out Said time out, time out I might have to put you on time out Time out, time out I might have to put you on time out

im alright

This is exactly what I wanted All my fans love me, dad is proud of me Mama cries for me 'Cause she know there ain't sleep in my schedule Having nightmares that I'm the black Heath Ledger Sleep when I'm dead, these voices in my head Got me waking up at 4 just so I can write instead And my friends come and ask me if it's worth it I tell them that "It better be, I did this shit on purpose!" The worst is being worthless, now a nigga priceless Bloomingdale's coat, I don't have to check the prices But I only go to feel a sense of control 'Cause I get this shit for free if I wear promotional And I'm not emotional when I do my work I get emotional when I order that dessert 'Cause she always ate dessert And I deserted her But I refuse to compromise career for a girl 'Cause this music and this writing and this acting is my soul And if I let it go, there'd be no one left to know Being happy is the goal, but greatness is my vision And all these girls are thinking they compete with my ambition But, baby, I am different This shit is my life And if you don't believe me, you can never be wife I'm walking in this darkness and I'm tryna find a light And I'd rather die than be average and chances are I might, because Things are changing, my life's gone pecans Thirteen cities in the last eight weekends All I know is baby I'm so tired Record on Monday, tape on Tuesday I ain't slowing down, I don't care what you say Fuck this health thing, mama I'm alright

levels

See, it's brackets, nigga Them hoes ain't fuckin' you 'Cause you ain't in that bracket, nigga Learn life, it's levels to this shit, young boy Ayy, O, you feel me? Lil' nigga, we don't rock the same clothes Fuck the same hoes, 'cause it's levels to this shit Lil' nigga, we don't drive the same whips We don't fuck the same chicks, 'cause it's levels to this shit Lil' nigga, we don't get the same paper You a motherfuckin' hater, boy, it's levels to this shit Lil' nigga, 'cause it's levels to this shit Lil' nigga, 'cause it's levels to this shit—oh Lord! 'Cause it's levels to this shit, levels to this shit Can't fuck my ho, 'cause it's levels to this bitch And I be rockin' Prada like a devil in this bitch And a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this bitch And I'm heavy as it get Shinin' like a motherfuckin' bezel on my wrist All my niggas mobbin' so we heavy in this bitch Thirty grand for the Muller, that's a Chevy on my wrist Woo! Cocaine Mulsanne Young nigga blowin' up; Kurt Cobain—boom! Skatin' on them like I'm Lil Wayne And this 458 don't do the lil' lane—vroom! Swerve on 'em, niggas gotta nerve on 'em 'Cause I heard the feds got him and he had them birds on him But a nigga back home and now niggas roll with him Caught a case, what you think? Nigga fuckin' told on him I ain't get my shit snatched yet You ain't get your bitch back yet One call, niggas aim that TEC Blood drawn, headshot, nigga brains on step Hot shit if you pop shit And I don't want your opinion if you ain't got shit We young niggas, we winnin', I pull up, drop shit Mob shit, with more keys than a locksmith Lil' nigga, we don't rock the same clothes Fuck the same hoes, 'cause it's levels to this shit Lil' nigga, we don't drive the same whips We don't fuck the same chicks, 'cause it's levels to this shit Lil' nigga, we don't get the same paper You a motherfuckin' hater, boy, it's levels to this shit Lil' nigga, 'cause it's levels to this shit Lil' nigga, 'cause it's levels to this shit—oh Lord! Damn, Tommy, you ain't got no job! DC, we the motherfuckin' mob Young nigga gettin' straight to the money In a Range with your honey, I pull up, like, "Ahh!" I make them power moves with Jay and them Them boys shootin', don't play with them Maybach, Rozay and them Rollin' down Collins, call Rugs, hit the A with them Compound niggas live now If it's the finals I'm ballin' like I'm LeBron now I call up Onyx and tell them bitches to calm down I treat the jet like a taxi the way I'm flyin' round And I don't fuck with no niggas If they don't fuck with my niggas And I ain't fuckin' no bitches, if they fuckin' my niggas Lil' nigga, we don't rock the same clothes Fuck the same hoes, 'cause it's levels to this shit Lil' nigga, we don't drive the same whips We don't fuck the same chicks, 'cause it's levels to this shit Lil' nigga, we don't get the same paper You a motherfuckin' hater, boy, it's levels to this shit Lil' nigga, 'cause it's levels to this shit Lil' nigga, 'cause it's levels to this shit—oh Lord! One time for the real niggas Two times for the bad bitches Y'all suckas be cuffin' hoes 'Cause y'all suckas never had bitches I hit the dealer, bought another Rolls That's the reason why you mad, nigga? That's the reason why you hatin' on me? I love ballin'—my bad, nigga 'Cause it's levels to this shit, levels to this shit Can't fuck my ho, 'cause it's levels to this bitch 'Cause it's levels to this bitch And a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this bitch Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, hold up! Lil' nigga, we don't rock the same clothes Fuck the same hoes, 'cause it's levels to this shit Lil' nigga, we don't drive the same whips We don't fuck the same chicks, 'cause it's levels to this shit Lil' nigga, we don't get the same paper You a motherfuckin' hater, boy, it's levels to this shit Lil' nigga, 'cause it's levels to this shit Lil' nigga, 'cause it's levels to this shit—oh Lord!

514

I ain't talkin' Yves Saint Laurent But I'm been on Saint Laurent like a motherfucka Overworked, overlooked, hella red Tell 'em that I'm Type O for the bloodsuckas Leeches I'm 6'5" quit reachin' Nigga's only goal is the gold, tell them Creflo Dollar motherfuckas quit preachin' I've been in the 514, my French gettin' too clean Customs is routine, eatin' hella poutine, I think I'ma buy one more Nigga, I've been going through it as of late Lot of people talk what they think that they would have did Like the CTA I keep my patience I ain't in it for the JP Morgan chase, I'm a nice guy Nigga do this look like last place, I'm on Priceline Searchin' for a flight to Montreal Me and Jerry on Saint Laurent I just want a little freedom; don't we all? Don't we all Just, get a little tired of the bullshit they feed us? Serve and protect, like protect your pockets and servin' subpoenas Whole shit a circus and they ain't even serving us peanuts I learned this, back when they was serving us free lunch System 'bout as foul as a free throw Tell me what the fuck a nigga know about a free thought If everything that he thought stem from a remote This is so that he know I ain't talking Yves Saint Laurent But I've been on Saint Laurent like a mothafucka I've been in the 514, my French getting too clean Customs is routine, eating hella poutine, I think I'ma buy one more I've been in the 514, my French getting too clean Customs is routine, eating hella poutine, I think I'ma buy one more I ain't talking Yves Saint Laurent But I've been on Saint Laurent like a motherfucka On Saint Laurent like a motherfucka I've been in the 514 Peep the passion, the thought he put in is hardly comparable Speaking of parables, these days I find myself feeling like Charles Barkley; man, all you niggas is terrible So I just tell 'em, Southside in this mothafucka, got the presence of a housefly Everybody know I'm in this mothafucka, you can hear it when you listen And I do it for the fam; Peter Griffin, we got no Meg Ride good, nigga no pegs Free Nation rebels, you need more lead, homie get your weight up You know who I pray to when I wake up, no weapon formed, You don't get spared cause you less informed I'm on my square cause we in a box, burners be like cinder blocks Box sampled finna chop, door push it in the cold You could feel it when a nigga spoke Cause a nigga broke freeing all the feelings of the fickle folk Fuck with me, pour a little passion and put it in your hope Grow a little jasmine and put it in your smoke Blow a little ash, hit and take a bigger toke Bumping Little Dragon, I take a drag thinking damn Hope you see the Simba crashing and a nigga note Hope you see the symbols, hope you Stacy Dash Hope you think quick fast when the trigger stroke Hope you think quick fast, catch my ass in the 514 My French getting too clean Customs is routine, eating hella poutine, I think I'ma buy one more I mean I ain't talking Yves Saint Laurent But I've been on Saint Laurent like a motherfucka Overworked, overlooked, hella rare Tell 'em that I'm Type O for the bloodsuckas Leeches, I'm 6'5" quit reachin' Nigga's only goals is the gold Tell 'em Creflo Dollar, mothafuckas quit preachin' I've been in the 514 (my French getting too clean) I've been in the 514 (my French getting too clean) Shoutout to the 514 Shoutout to the 514 (6'5" quit reachin')

aint bout to do

Ain't bout to do I'ma do what your boyfriend Just ain't bout to do I'ma do what your boyfriend Just ain't bout to do Let me do what your boyfriend Just ain't bout to do What he won't do What he ain't gotta do Is put a bow on a pink 911 And it ain't got a roof Throw you the keys and you're telling all your girls Girl ain't he the truth, yeah That's why you need to go ahead, toss the metal Toss them up the deuce (Gonna toss em up the deuce) Gonna toss em up the deuce (Deuce, deuce, deuce) And what I ain't tryina do Is tell you're messing with a lame nigga Guess we ain't the same kind of dude Pick a spot on the map Tell the pilot longitude, latitude And she give a nigga lip but she never gimme no attitude She don’t give me no attitude Montana! Ain't not true drop the half of mil on the car Drop the top came out the roof Waiting in the booth, LeBron in the V We going back to he She ain't bout to do Shut Diggy I never win no figgy I might pull up with Iggy, I might pull up with Nicki, ha I said trick you guessing, courtside, got your chick four core pressin' I think I met her at Griffin Hope I ain't never gotta clip her like Griffin He ain't spending on, the rarry on your arm Bonita apple bomb, you gotta put me on What he ain't bout to do What he ain't gonna do Is treat you how you wanna And what I ain't bout to do Nah, darling you, say that I'ma do it, I'm gonna Let me change up your do Change your winter into summer Where you wanna go we can go, no, no, no Girl we can go, nah Come and see with the other side looks like Buy you thangs that your other guy couldn't buy If he only knew I bet he wouldn't like Send that nigga text tell him goodnight Young and independent Show you thangs and I'm younger than your nigga Yeah this could be for you Do all the things that he ain't bout to do