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gold draft

Keep a gold chain on my neck Fly as a jet, boy, better treat me with respect Keep a gold chain on my neck Fly as a jet, boy, better treat me with respect (Keep a gold chain) Keep a gold chain on my neck Fly as a jet, boy, better treat me with respect (Keep a gold chain) Keep a gold chain on my neck Fly as a jet, boy, better treat me with respect Rock the boat like a one-eyed pirate Rick James, I get glitter on my eyelids 2 A.M., 85 on the highway Whole world get a little misguided Where the spotlight? Put me in the spotlight Trust no one that put you in the wrong light High scream when I hit her with the long pipe Mmm, ice cream when I hit her with the sweet thang Do my thing, no, I do not do speaking Get my shot, point it out like whoop, bang I'ma win a bitch and I got a mood swing I'm the realest, bitch, now I got a mood swing I got bipolar confidence Wake up like "shit" then I feel like the shit So I guess I'm the shit Yeah, I guess I'm the shit Keep a gold chain on my neck Fly as a jet, boy, better treat me with respect Keep a gold chain on my neck Fly as a jet, boy, better treat me with respect (Keep a gold chain) Keep a gold chain on my neck Fly as a jet, boy, better treat me with respect (Keep a gold chain) Keep a gold chain on my neck Fly as a jet, boy, better treat me with respect Grab life by the horns when I whip the Lambo Black on red like I whip the sambo Clip's so long it'll make you mambo Watch you tango, dutty wine She grind on my dick like a hundred times Shawty love me long when I grip her sides And slip inside like a Slip 'N Slide My electric eel do electric slide but— I just wanna feel the booty All on me, all on me, all on me Make it slow clap like Rudy! All on me, all on me, all on me I just wanna feel on your booty Grab the camcorder, we can make it a movie Bring a friend with you if you like how I do it Gold chain swingin' and she like how I shoot it Keep a gold chain on my neck Fly as a jet, boy, better treat me with respect Keep a gold chain on my neck Fly as a jet, boy, better treat me with respect (Keep a gold chain) Keep a gold chain on my neck Fly as a jet, boy, (they don't want this) better treat me with respect (Keep a gold chain) Keep a gold chain on my neck Fly as a jet, boy, better treat me with respect I'm frosty Cedar fender, I'm flossing See the camo, I'm dousing But you don't see what it cost me Turmoil like the Saudis Hand-me-downs never fit me Party never fit me Punani never fit me Damn, time-travelin' Honda-swervin', that's so Merlyn That's so Merlyn That's so Merlyn, that's so Merlyn Damn, time-travelin' Honda-swervin', that's so Merlyn That's so Merlyn That's so Merlyn, that's so Merlyn

humble

Homie, I ain't humble, I deserve this shit I'm from the side of the curb where the birds get flipped So fuck you, fuck you, fuck you and fuck you Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you and fuck you White high school's wasn't laughing at the black jokes Daddy had us contact high off of crack smoke Had to get it cracking with the 7 cause the Mac broke Wrist fucked up, couldn't make it to practice Had the money in the couch and the K's by the mattress Chasing senior bitches down cause we was hanging with Pac then Sidekick thefts, if he pressed him we packed him Ski masking, but niggas wasn't going to Aspen Mayfair freshman class, but I skipped them all But Miss Brown cause that was my nigga Ask me what had mattered more, the school or the set? She can tell by the truancy I'm true to the shit Couple months I was up out of there Mama kicked me out of the house, but shit I didn't care Hitting licks, it came to a drought, so we was killing kids all for the buck 15, sitting shotgun, ready to dump Homie, I ain't humble, I deserve this shit I'm from the side of the curb where the birds get flipped So fuck you, fuck you, fuck you and fuck you Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you and fuck you I swear I'm busy every time my mama call my phone No time for stressing, she can leave a message at the tone I apologize for breaking up your happy home And looking like my daddy, all them arguments was overblown Girl, I just want you happy, that's the reason why I write these songs Cause I can give a fuck 'bout where I end up when it's said and done Riding down 7 Street, looking for your second son Found him on Artesia with a Yankee hat and loaded gun But you ain't know the difference, coming home late Seen Tyson in the kitchen trying to make his own plate But you love my homies like you love your only son that walk and talk Think that was the reason you afraid to see me risk it all But your father told me no reward if it's no risk involved And your father raised me, made me crazy, don't take shit at all I know you miss him cause I miss him more than I can quite recall Knew he would be happy as the day my mama had me, see Homie, I ain't humble, I deserve this shit I'm from the side of the curb where the birds get flipped So fuck you, fuck you, fuck you and fuck you Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you and fuck you

sex faces

I met this chick in Motor City And her name was Lexus Ass out of control and her chest was wreckless So we exchanged numbers Plenty calls and texts about gaining New friends and X-ing our exes In the back of my mind I just wanted to sex this Gotta give her the D And some pearls as her necklace So, I had her for dinner Woke her up for breakfast Around seven thirteen like Houston, Texas She’s everything I hoped for in the bedroom And like Tyra Banks, I need some headroom Because she can suck a golf ball through a garden hose I never sat her on the bench, she my starting hose I'm on point at Game time Y’all be guardin' hoes Yeah, she never plays games like the Parker bros And we be drinking Conjure by the cases Meanwhile your girl’s been exchanging fuck faces You must be used to all the finer things Infatuated by what money brings It seems to me, you hoes'll never change (Hoes won't ever change..) So all that’s left is for us to exchange.. I met her at a restaurant She was a waitress One day I went in and sat at her table She asked me what will I be having? I said "the basics Well-done steak, vegetables and potatoes” She asked if I will be having a drink, I said "later" Bring me a glass of vodka and a chaser As me and my homie sat and discussed paper I could feel a fire burning me like a laser I could see her thighs Through uniform pants, so I didn’t leave a tip I left her an advance Along with my number saying "give me a call" And you know I didn’t have to leave my name at all! She called me when she got off So I invited her to my loft And she flew over like a moth thing You know she came straight up outta all of that cloth We had a couple blunts and some champagne Then she massaged all of my back pains Then it became time for her to pack things I said hit me up again, we do the same thing Jumped in the shower, got out and saw a text message It had a smiley face and said “you the best sexy XOXO!” I replied I love your fuck face You must be used to all the finer things Infatuated by what money brings It seems to me you hoes will never change (Hoes won't ever change) So all that’s left is for us to exchange

evertookatab

Orlando Brown is my spirit animal (Ayy) You know I give her that Mmm-bop-m-blpa-ba-doo-op-blblbblblaaah Hello moto! (Ayy) Simple! Pussy golden put my mouth on it like trumpet I be sippin' on that Wockhardt, while I'm eatin' on a crumpet Venue lookin' like final fantasy, final destination that moshpit Spartacus kick take cocaine 'til she carcass Nigga don't call us los bolas grandes 'cause a model bitch a heavy drool (Ya bitch) Water all around the ice up on me like I'm sub zero in the pool (Ya bitch) They ask why I am so fresh, they still sayin' I am stool "Have you seen my soul?" You should check the lost and found in the back room Okay, like AK kickback (AK) Acid in my vat X and O's what yo ho ask for like we playin' tic tac toe AK kickback Acid in my vat X and O's what yo ho ask for like we playin' tic tac toe (Ayy) Like look up in yo eyes I see bags, you tired Look right back at mine I got eye of the tiger (Grrr) 21 issa knife I am no Michael Myers Draco pack a punch (Ayy) Call of duty, my fire Okay, like, I need four bitches Jus like the Cheetah Girls or just like The Coven That pussy fire (Fire) Just to damn touch it need mits like a oven X is my brother (What?) From 'notha mother He know that I love him (FREE HIM) Nigga ride a dick They musta learned from they muhfuckin mother Okay, like AK kickback (AK kick) Acid in my vat X and O's what yo ho ask for like we playin' tic tac toe AK kickback Acid in my vat (Wow) X and O's what yo ho ask for like we playin' tic tac toe (Water)

im cumin

Ok ok ok ok, now who's hot, who's not? Shorty doo whoop, it's cool you bloodclot (cool) You come to the spot, see if you don't get got See if you don't get got, when the semi go cock I'm like "Aye, what the fuck a bitch think?" Nick, you know ain't nothing changed, but my wink Pink on pink, everything in-sync I write pretty lyrics, every pen pink ink I'm representin' all my girls, niggas double up I don't play around, I'm a have to shut her down Run up into town, I'm a have to get the crown I'm the Young Queens bitch, with the platinum sound None of ya girls can steal my shine, Fendi - Schooled me to the game, now I'm in my prime Stay humble, stay low, stay on the grind I don't need a light, but I stay in the lime When I tell 'em that I'm cumin' I'm cumin' Rap bitches in the game always huffin' and puffin' Damn, Why these bitches always frontin' for nuthin' Fuck around I'm a have these bitches runnin' from suttin' When I tell 'em that I'm cumin' I'm cumin' Rap bitches in the game always huffin' and puffin' (Damn) Why these bitches always frontin' for nuthin' Fuck around I'm a have these bitches runnin' from suttin' Guess what Nicki spit crack, like yayo Yep, matter fact, when I rap, It's a K.O Come through the hood, all the boys say "Ayo!" Lettuce and tomato, don't forget the mayo Words in the street, that Nicki don't play doe Bitches pop shit, but they soft like play dough Gotta lotta banks, so she wanna be me I gotta full tank, little momma on E I fly first class overseas, on this BB Snapple in my hand and it's strawberry kiwi I ain't even make it, and these girls wanna be me You "Mrs. Me Too", like you always say me me I'm who they believe in, mommy don't even Soon as I put the keys in, I switch like seasons Get a couple beats from my nigga Doe Beezy Why would I go hard, when this shit is so easy

trippin

Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah I don't need no part-time love Got no room for one-night stands You take it all too serious (So serious) You got a problem, don't ya? You gotta 'cause you with the issue, you always got control I shoulda known Shoulda known that these bitches wanna stress me I shoulda known Shoulda known that these hoes would possess me I do love you, I'm almost through But you always be trippin', baby (Ooh-ooh) Swear it's always an issue lately But you know I'm gon' miss you, baby But I can't get through lately Said you always be trippin', baby Swear it's always an issue lately But you know I'm gon' miss you, baby Said, it's gonna be ripples, now I can't kiss you Not like I meant to, 'fore it's official Let me know Missed your call Once again (Shit) Problem is I'm not up to no good, baby I been hustling', hope you understand I know you wanna take a trip together My schedule fuckin' up your plans (Okay) I appreciate you for your patience Even though I know it's runnin' thin I ain't tryna put you on the waitlist Maybe we were better off as friends But you came for the swipe right, stay for the WiFi Know that's a dice roll, respect the lifestyle I ain't tryna fight now, baby girl, pipe down Hold on lil' Mama, where you goin'? Hear me out But you always be trippin', baby Swear it's always an issue lately But you know I'm gon' miss you, baby But I can't get through lately Said you always be trippin', baby Swear it's always an issue lately But you know I'm gon' miss you, baby Said, it's gonna be ripples, now I can't kiss you Not like I meant to, 'fore it's official Let me know I'm possessive, I'm a wreck Stress you out with the extras But I'm the best Got fire sex pull up, rough, then leave a mess, oh Tell me you love it when you're inside Tell me it's forever 'cause it fit right Guide me by my hips 'cause it sit high Lay something down 'cause it drip right You know I want you to ask more You know I need you to fast forward Put a new stamp on my passport Fuck me in Greece with my hands on the dashboard What more can I ask for? I just want you to go all crazy I heard that your stroke ain't lazy Heard that you hung and you swung and you'll make me Lose my mind but that's good for me, I'm creative Why we not creatin'? But you always be trippin', baby Baby-ay-ay, oh But you know I'm gon' miss you, baby I'm gonna miss you baby But I can't-, oh Said you always be trippin' (Trippin', baby, baby, baby) Swear it's always an issue lately (Yeah, baby) But you know I'm gon'- Said, it's gonna be ripples, now I can't kiss you (No) Not like I meant to (Oh), 'fore it's official (C'mon) Let me know

grindstone cowboy

(Kreepin' on tha, kreepin' on tha, kreepin' on tha, kreepin' on tha) (Kreepin' on tha, kreepin' on tha) Pussy Mothafuckas blowin' smoke like a cigarette Talk a lotta shit Like they know dis from dat I'm the young broke Ghoste from the mothafuckin' East coast You think you heard a thang, this is just a lil dose (Krepin' like, I'm krepin' krepin' alone on my kreep street) (Krepin' like, I'm krepin' krepin' alone on my kreep street) (Krepin' like, I'm krepin' krepin' alone on my kreep street) (Krepin' like, I'm krepin' krepin' alone on my kreep street) Welcome to the brain of a suicidal maniac Introverted mothafucka bitch, dats a fact Schema posse in this hoe Take notes 'til ya overdose Smoke drink fuck 'til I'm hanging from a rope Shit that you bump when you thinkin bout a homicide Shit that you bump when you get away with homicide Bringin that future funk and now I take you to another time Sit back relax blow a O out and vibe Yea I seen a whole lotta bitches, them bitches be talkin' shit Now they postin' my pics and they want my dick in em flip The script and I never pick up the phone Now why you think I'm called Ghoste Nowhere to be found unless you a schema woe And I do not be fuckin with Mothafuckas that got no hustle No money but you be rappin' all about the bustle I bet you take a nut to the face if it get you the fame I'm runnin that underground shit bitch, we ain't the same (Krepin' like, I'm krepin' krepin' alone on my kreep street) (Krepin' like, I'm krepin' krepin' alone on my kreep street) (Krepin' like, I'm krepin' krepin' alone on my kreep street) (Krepin' like, I'm krepin' krepin' alone on my kreep street) Pussy Mothafuckas blowin' smoke like a cigarette Talk a lotta shit Like they know dis from dat I'm the young broke Ghoste from the mothafuckin' East coast You think you heard a thang, this is just a lil dose Krepin' like, I'm krepin' krepin' alone on my kreep street Krepin' like, I'm krepin' krepin' alone on my kreep street Krepin' like, I'm krepin' krepin' alone on my kreep street Krepin' like, I'm krepin' krepin' alone on my kreep street

itty bitty piggy

Uh-huh, uh-huh, yo, a-yo I was on the plane with Dwayne You can call me Whitley, I go to Hillman Listen, I'm the baddest in the school, the baddest in the game Excuse me, honey, but nobody's in my lane When you was in New York, you was fuckin' the Yankee I was fuckin' with base, I was pitchin' to Franky These bitches so cranky, get 'em a hanky M-mommy, I'm cold, gimme my blankie Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah! Ok, ok, woah, woah, Holiday Wait, hold on, hold on, Holiday! You can't give it to 'em dry like that You gotta get that shit wet first, nigga, like, come on now! You gotta prep them for shit like that (I got you!) They can't just get that shit right off the top Like, you gotta bring that shit back Bring that shit the fuck back! (Let's go!) Uh-huh, uh-huh, yo, a-yo I was on the plane with Dwayne You can call me Whitley, I go to Hillman Listen, I'm the baddest in the school, the baddest in the game Excuse me, honey, but nobody's in my lane When you was in New York, you was fuckin' the Yankee I was fuckin' with base, I was pitchin' to Franky These bitches so cranky, get 'em a hanky M-mommy, I'm cold, gimme my blankie Flyer than a kite, I get higher than Rapunzel Keep the Snow White, I could buy it by the bundle Step your cookies up 'fore they crumble Don't be actin' like the Cardinals and gon' fumble (fumble) Cause I'm a Steeler, fresh up out the dealer All the dope boys gon' feel her Flow so sick I need a healer, fuck is my MAC Concealer? I be out in Queens on the back of four- Whee-whee-whee-whee-whee-whee-wheelers, I'm a big deal That's why I get more head, than a pigtail Put some ranch out, I’m gettin' the munchies I think I'll have a rap bitch for my entree Cause, they be thinkin' they can spit, spit-shine my shoes You know I keep a bad bitch, let me sign your boobs I'm the only thing hoppin', like a kangaroo I mean the only thing poppin', like a can of brew Listen, you should buy a sixteen, cause I write it good That 808 WOOF WOOF, cause I ride it good And bitches can't find they man, cause I ride it good I'm the wolf, where is Little Red-a Riding Hood? Now, if you see a itty-bitty piggy, in the market Give that bitch a quarter and a car, tell her "park it" I don't fuck with pigs, like "As-Salaam-Alaikum" I put 'em in a field, I let Oscar Mayer bake 'em And if you see a itty-bitty piggy, in the market Give that bitch a quarter and a car, tell her "park it" I don't fuck with pigs, like "As-Salaam-Alaikum" I put 'em in a field, I let Oscar Mayer bake 'em It's like I just single-handedly annihilated, you know, every rap bitch in the building Like, like, I'm Nicki Minaj, Nicki Lewinsky, Nicki the Ninja, Nicki the Boss, Nicki the Harajuku Barbie Like I mean I don't even know why you girls bother at this point Like, give it up, it's me! I win! You lose Hahahahahahaha Oh shit hahaha, yo I'm a bad bitch, I'm a, I'm a bad bitch I'm a bad bitch, I'm a, I'm a bad bitch I'm a bad bitch, I'm a, I'm a bad bitch I'm a bad bitch, I'm a, I'm a bad bitch Hahahahahaha I told you, I told you before I told you y'all was gonna have to pick my fruit out Now listen, in addition to pickin' my fruit out I want y'all to start going to the boutiques Know what I'm saying? Get some get some get some crazy shit for me I want, I want, you know, leopard-skin, and you know? I want, I want all that crazy lizard-skin shit, like, you know? Make sure you... You can be my personal shopper! Hahahahahahahahahahahaha Aaaaayyyyooooo! WOO! Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, UGH!

she dont need me

K-k-k-kato on the track bitch I go so hard, and that's OK She's so dope, and what's your name? I need that, and that's on me I'm that nigga, and that won't change Talk your shit, but don't be shy Fix your lips, you know you fly Sip that lean, it's only right Smoke that weed, we both get high Feels so good, where's your man? Where's your car, and where's your friends? Where they went, where you from I ain't never seen you around here befo' Damn you so Marilyn Monroe Kim Kardashian, Amber Rose Got a nigga feelin' like Kanye now, I'm Kanye now, I can't let go (rightneeditneeditright) Need it right now wanna hit it right now wanna feel you all on me And I know you wanna see me right now wanna see me right now yeah I know you get lonely Yeah I bet you wanna turn the lights down wanna do it right now on the late-night creep on the low Wake up in the morning and you know She don't need me no mo' She dont need me no mo She dont need me no mo' I done hit it like 50 11 times She dont need me no mo' Said she dont need me no mo' She dont need me no mo' She get hers and I get mine She dont need me no mo' Let's keep it real, cause I'm not cold Young fly nigga, but I got hoes I got swag, and that's OK Call me Joyner, and that won't change Talk your shit, but don't be rude Fix your lips, you know its true (You want me, I know you do Yeah shawty I know you do, I know you do) Just be you You dont like niggas? Shit me too Stacks on deck, racks on racks, shawty getting money, I like that Ass so fat Marilyn Monroe Kim Kardashian, Amber Rose Got a nigga feelin' like Kanye now, I'm Kanye now, I can't let go (rightneeditneeditright) Need it right now wanna hit it right now wanna feel you all on me And I know you wanna see me right now wanna see me right now yeah I know you get lonely Yeah I bet you wanna turn the lights down wanna do it right now on the late-night creep on the low Wake up in the morning and you know She don't need me no mo' She dont need me no mo She dont need me no mo' I done hit it like 50 11 times She dont need me no mo' Said she dont need me no mo' She dont need me no mo' She get hers and I get mine She dont need me no mo' She told me lose my number now (she don't need me no mo') She always gives me that run around (she don't need me no mo' x3) I use to beat it down in my mama's house (she don't need me no mo') (muffled mix of bridge & chorus in background) She don't need me no mo' She dont need me no mo She dont need me no mo' I done hit it like 50 11 times She dont need me no mo' Said she dont need me no mo' She dont need me no mo' She get hers and I get mine She dont need me no mo'

last of the flohicans

Last of the Flohicans Goin' for no reason Snowing for four seasons Fucked up my whole weekend I was home, chiefin' dro, in the zone Peaking slow, sippin', couch surfing Ouch, feeling so sheepish That's so facetious, or is it so fictitious I lost focus selfishly with the leeches When I sleep why do I see what it is I don't believe in? Thought I was hopeful but there's hope for only those who leaving It's all up to you It's not what we do Just find the truth Its all out of focus, focus Up to you, its not what we do Just find the truth Its all out of focus, focus Need a new beginning, let me start again and Let me start again, this time without an awkward ending I walk pretending my thoughts are other on this planet But I abandoned them not long ago and left them stranded Don't understand it, take for granted, might resort to panic But, there's a chance that you're enchanted, might be worth the manage No need for fantasy, fancy I'm not a stuffed guy Don't puff my chest out, not impressed with dumb lies I'm stumped (Why?), on how the well dries up Leaves the whole entire countryside left to fry I testify, and to the best of my abilities Silly me knows, it really should be left to God It's all up to you It's not what we do Just find the truth Its all out of focus, focus Up to you, its not what we do Just find the truth Its all out of focus, focus Up to you, about what we do If your sky is blue Just find the focus, focus It's bad time and I'm flat lining It's hard finding the fine line Dividing child from aged shaman It ain't that common, not every day You see the latest fate Disintegrate and regenerate in better shape Stay in the shade, keep the pain away Or take a break long enough to make them say Live in your heart and not your head stupid When the lens crooked, make your amends, don't take offense to it Making friends through it, when it bends and loops Ending up pretending, leaping through the hoops to get into Better check your fluids, get a rest to ruin Better them than me, it's me or them, that's why the best just do it It's all up to you It's not what we do Just find the truth Its all out of focus, focus Up to you, its not what we do Just find the truth Its all out of focus, focus Up to you, about what we do If your sky is blue Just find the focus, focus

the funeral

Niggas are in the state of emergency The Death Side, a mirrored image of where we are today The Life Side, a vision of where we need to go So sign your death certificate... Fuck all y'all! Lisa got him Alright, on three, one, two, three Get all folks together, walk this way Can't believe it though The homeboy, hey, open that door Open it, alright 'right We've come together by God's demand Whether it be for life or death Well, this morning, it's over the mourning Of one of our little brothers This brother was a good brother He didn't get into an excessive amount of trouble But it's one thing, it's one thing, it's one thing... He was the wrong nigga to fuck with!

you be killin em

Nice Oh, oh You what's up girl, ain't gotta ask it I dead 'em all now, I buy the caskets They should arrest you or whoever dressed you Ain't gon' stress you, but I'ma let you know Girl you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em Girl you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em Girl you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em Girl you be killin' 'em, o-o-oh You ain't gotta worry bout her, shorty straight Been chasing her for 2 days, first 48 A bad bitch cost, she worth every cent She look like the best money that I ever spent Just watching my cutiepie get beautified Make me want better jewels, a newer ride Louboutin shoes, she got too much pride Her feet are killing her, I call it shoe-icide Looking good has it's sacrifices Chilly weather bring four figure jacket prices Her body nice, face dime Give you that iPhone 4, face time Shorty in the streets, still handle the home Enough class for wine, still handle Patron When them other hoes call I hand her the phone And she hand em the tone You what's up girl, ain't gotta ask it I dead 'em all now, I buy the caskets They should arrest you or whoever dressed you Ain't gon' stress you, but I'ma let you know Girl you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em Girl you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em Girl you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em Girl you be killin' 'em, o-o-oh Yeah I know that's what they all says She got a donkey with her, Juan Valdez Keep it clean cut like bald heads Been playin with that green long as Paul Pierce So you gotta ball harder than them ball players All she wanna know is there a mall near us Can't fault her, the last nigga spoiled her But he ain't beat it up, I assault her Shoulda seen her come to me when I called her Slow strut like she walking to the altar Hand bag on her arm cost four bills And she ain't gotta beg, borrow or steal Often imitated, never duplicated They say she a dime, I say she underrated I just met her so the next solution Dead my old chick, execution You what's up girl, ain't gotta ask it I dead 'em all now, I buy the caskets They should arrest you or whoever dressed you Ain't gon' stress you, but I'ma let you know Girl you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em Girl you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em Girl you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em Girl you be killin' 'em, o-o-oh (You be killin' 'em) Had to let you know (You be killin' 'em) (You be killin' 'em, girl you be killin' 'em) All the ladies (to all the ladies) (You be killin' 'em) I'd like to congratulate you (You be killin' 'em) Congratulations (You be killin' 'em, girl you be killin' 'em) And you just came from the gym clothes In a fitted cap and some Timbo's And a pair of flats, well trimmed toes Camera in the mirror, BBM Pose Still killin' 'em hoes You still killin' 'em hoes You still killin' 'em hoes O-o-oh

in da game

Dope game cocaine Dope game dope dope game cocaine... Dope game - my game, hoes lame - it's a shame How the Gangsta Boo is gonna click up on you bitches, mane Gangsta Boo is not the kind of bitch that will like get punked out Looks are so deceiving stupid bitch do you wanna f-izz-ind out How can ya fuck a playa Playahataz better listen close If you try to buck me bitch I'm outie with you fucking soul Yes the devils daughter Kind of caught up bitch that wish the slip Slip yo ass in a coffin bitch Because you run your fuckin lip Ho my game is thick So stupid bitch dont ever test me ho If I fucked up once You fuck up twice So ho you gotta go Listen deep this pimpin Really quick before I split your dome Ho you trying to cross me in this game And stupid ho its on Just a flodgin ass nigga With a lot of cheese Heard he stackin g's Everyday pushin plenty keys Nigga dont know me Cause I ain't no phony And I ain't the nigga you can whoop and call me Toby Low key on his ass, waitin' for the night to come So I can kick down his door and make him give me some Bitch I with a little young nigga age thirteen Fucked up in town while I watched yo ass ride clean Now that Im grown up From the hood I gained nuts Nigga you gonna drop off that dope Or feel the pain of a hollow tip Rip through your shit or your fuckin brain Thats what you get When you choose to play the dope game Bitch! Dope game cocaine Dope game dope dope game cocaine... I'm at the cut, droppin' the fiend down with the monkey nuts I'm tired, I'm hittin' 'em short I gotta get over I don't give a fuck The shit goes on from sun-up till sun-down and on the twelve I guess But now its time cut the shit where's my mind at my best I gotta test a nigga to see what he got can a fool Make you straight a couple of g's, I need more cheese I layin' it down on his face But don't waste time I gotta roll straight through the shit sometimes I wonder will it end Cause I rob for petty shit I'm riskin' my life pullin' yo card After y'all push him off the wood grain a pop off his smile a one eight spot I'm dodgin' the cops watchin' my b-izz-ag fools kinda like a snitch But when I do my boys I find there house and go up in that shit Check it out Nigga I'm kickin' in doos, bodies are froze Bloody ya clothes, gun to ya nose All of you niggas you really need to give up money and dope Face the floor, forty-four, into ya head, droppin 'em dead Infamous fled, put them to bed, with the weight, then escape Count the stacks, shine my gat, after I jack like a rat on the creep All you dopehead niggas will get put to sleep When I sneak, give up the dope or get a hole in yo cranium You see this mean artillery you know it is containin' some Shit that makes me flexible to make your life ejectible And with this bullet in your brain you be dead either comatose So when you pushin' candy with the Scarecrow comin to smoke you mane Simple and plain, you'll get stanged, if you in the dope game, Bitch Dope game cocaine Dope game dope dope game cocaine...

take it personal

Take it personal Take it personal Take it personal I never thought that you would crab me Undermine me, and backstab me But I can see clearly now the rain is gone The pain is gone but what you did was still wrong There was a few times I needed your support But you tried to play me like an indoor sport Like racquetball, tennis, pool, whatever All I know is that you attempted to be clever Nevertheless, cleverness can't impress 'Cause now you've been exposed like a person undressed And I could see through you, 'cause I'm the Guru And what you gonna do when I start to step to you? 'Cause when I pay you back, I'll be hurting you And this ain't no threat so take it personal Take it personal Take it personal Take it personal Rap is an art, you can't own no loops It's how you hook 'em up and the rhyme style, troop So don't even think you could say someone bit Off of your weak beat, come on, you need to quit I flip lines and rhymes that never sound like yours There ought to be laws against you yapping your jaws Originality overflows in me And the truth is, that you wish you could live the Life I live and kick the lyrics I kick But bear in mind that you can't think this quick So Premier drops beats for me to say verses to And if I sound doper, then take it personal Take it personal Take it personal Take it personal Take it personal Take it personal Take it personal Don't be mad 'cause I don't come around the way Like I used to, I don't have time these days I'm keeping busy making power moves And don't try to say I don't remember you You shouldn't let your jealousy show like that I stopped coming by 'cause of the way you act Telling my business to kids I don't even know You're like a daytime talk show, and that's low So you can tell everyone, that I'm jerking you And if you don't like it, kid, take it personal Take it personal Take it personal Take it personal Take it personal

push it

Ain't no other nigga hitting my bitch Nobody else can stop me I’m gonna take you inside, outside, inside, outside, inside Let’s keep it inside On the sink On the couch On the bed On the floor On the porch On the stove On the road Touch my toes Out of breath, take it slow I wanna feel it in my soul Yeah, I know you love it when I'm on top Gotta keep it going baby, don’t stop I’m gonna give my all to you While taking all of you I want it outside inside I take you inside outside Bring your outside inside I think I can see my life in your eyes I think you got everything that I like I think I can feel you coming inside And at the same time You got that head going You got the silk on You got that high-heels looking like you got stilts on This the foundation our love was built on Bend you on the sink there in the restroom that’s the wet room, that’s the best room Got'chu tweaking like you off a mushroom Clothes everywhere like it’s the dressing room Where’s the next room at Go ahead and take the rest off You put that dress on for me tonight like it’s the Met Ball Cancel all your other plans off I’m gonna play this Johnny Gil, Vandross and Sade, and Goapele And you gon use that mouth to take these pants off I want it outside inside I take you inside outside Bring your outside inside I think I can see my life with your eyes I think you got everything that I like I think I can feel you coming inside And at the same time Alright, alright

ianahb

I'm in the crib butt naked, bitch She said my dick could be the next black president Americans hate that I'm American Medicine, I treat it like peppermints Uh, I'm in the ocean getting shark pussy Shoot you in your fucking mouth and make you talk to me Sometimes, I need someone to talk to 'Cause I am not a human being, Part II Getting paid, show money for walkthroughs Letting all these hoes ride my dick, carpool My bars passed the bar exam, no law school Cash Money Army, veteran with my war wounds Uh, whatcha man doing? I pop his muthafucking top like a canned good And all my niggas that I roll with are hella armed And last night, I took a transformer And had a dream that my dick turned to Megatron But my girl was sleeping with Decepticons Money talks, man and mine talks lecture-long P-U-S-S-Y, my second home I be grinding on them hoes like a half pipe She say, "Tunechi, you the shit, you need your ass wiped" I say, "Before you gas me up, check the gas price" Then I make her take this dick, like advice She seesaw it, she suck it and enjoy it I stick it in her ass like some fucking steroids Jose Canseco, make no mistake Like a white boy wearing black paint, you're a fake ass nigga Brake pads, nigga, wait, you ain't in my weight class, nigga Looking for the motherfucking man in the mirror Running this shit like a faucet, Farrah Barra-cuda, who the fuck you-uh? I can make your bitch root for me like I grew her Bodies in the sewer, tampons in manure 90 billion bitches on my stick like a skewer That's swag, I'm a true Blood, bitch, no fangs Been went pro, now I'm going propane Bitch get off me, bitch get off me I got her over here blowing me like coffee Decaffeinated, hand me that paper like I graduated And I get head while it's decapitated Think it's a game? Nigga, come play I'm with my killer B's, fuck bug spray Yeah, Young Money so gangsta I personally know strangers It's so strange, but this girl named Dana like to go anal Shoot him in his head, what's that? A no-brainer Plain old nigga, but a break from the norm I wear my heart on my sleeve, so don't be breaking my arm I rather ring ya fucking neck before I ring the alarm I dream to meet a serial killer that'll bring me along with him I gotta hit 'em like redbones with long hair Fuck with me, your ass is grass, get a lawn chair I was fucking before my dick started growing hair Bitches sweating me like John Mayer, or warm air Man, nuts and bananas You know how the tables turn, where are your table manners? If you fake, put a egg in your shoe and scramble No rubber, I just fucked this piano Nigga

jungle bash

Oh shit We 'bout to go to the mother fuckin' jungle in this bitch Uh, yeah Yo, you gain some you lose some, I blaze like some hookah I rock the crowd, leave the fuckin' place lookin' gruesome How you think you killin' shit with basic ass maneuvers? (What?) The games fake, filled with more snakes than Medusa I'm goin' Hollywood (hah!) you was lied to I only buy it if it benefits survival I had a busted whip but real shit it didn't drive smooth I had to open up the door to order in the drive thru I'm so rugged and low budget, so fuck it I'm cold blooded To top it off, all the hoes love it Go dumb, leave the microphone bloody see? I'm so cold yall might leave with your nose running See I got a fat flow, putting bars to rest I roll up like I'm rick Ross's Neck Ripping it up and keeping it funky like I'm DAS EFX I'm flawless? Yes. My flow will dissolve your flesh, c'mon Me and my boy, we've been on it for years You might get snatched up if you try to come around here Say Ehhh! (Ehhh!) Ayeee! (Ayeee!) Me and my boy, we've been on it for years You might get snatched up if you try to come around here Say Ehhh! (Ehhh!) Ayeee! (Ayeee!) Alright! Let's have fun hop! Woo! C'mon! S-W, I am not here to trouble you I just came to chill, sip and drink, and smoke a blunt or two Slicker than a tub of lube, blow me like a cup of soup Had to fly to Decatur and came back huffing glue Thanks Jarren, I could use a new habit Turn the volume to the max so we can knock it like madness We been on this shit for years and we still doin’ damage You’re at a disadvantage, take cover, the bomb has been planted We bout to blow up like a doll, little nigga don’t get involved The way she shakin’ her booty, her parents would be appalled The temperatures heating up and I’m stripping down to my drawers Exceeding my limits, forget it, we bouncin’ off the walls (watch out) You’re coming up short like a midget up on his knees Nigga please, I carry ‘round sore enemies What the fuck you mean? We ain’t gonna stop, so stop You got it twisted like the bottom line Bwa-bwaaaaa-boo yea Me and my boy, we've been on it for years You might get snatched up if you try to come around here Say Ehhh! (Ehhh!) Ayeee! (Ayeee!) Me and my boy, we've been on it for years You might get snatched up if you try to come around here Say Ehhh! (Ehhh!) Ayeee! (Ayeee!) If y'all down with the H-O-P And three Z's then please repeat after me Say ay! Ay! Ayy! (Ay! Ay! Ayy!) If y'all down with the H-O-P And three Z's then please repeat after me Say Ay-ay-ay-yeah! (Ay-ay-ay-yeah!) Yo, we keepin’ it raw, now hand me the ball And I’m a score for sho though We killin’ the villain and touchin’ the ceiling the minute we walk in the door I been the remedy, niggas is feelin’ me when I be droppin’ the dope flow Drillin’ my enemies, when they be grillin’ me Niggas know Hop is loco, fo sho tho And I still got you for the low dough Yo, you wanna learn to body a track, come to the dojo You know bro, the closest they get is probably a photo Yea these niggas ain’t allowed to pick up a mic no more Me and my boy, we've been on it for years You might get snatched up if you try to come around here Say Ehhh! (Ehhh!) Ayeee! (Ayeee!) Me and my boy, we've been on it for years You might get snatched up if you try to come around here Say Ehhh! (Ehhh!) Ayeee! (Ayeee!) Ha, it’s the Jungle Bash (yee!) Yea (ow) Hopsin (Hop) three Z’s (me) Mr. SwizZzle Fish (hahaha hi) Yea, Funk Volume (what? Yup) Its Funk Volume (ha, yup) Its Funk Volume (uh, naw) FV motherfucker (hoo-hoo)

good girls dont grow on trees

When good girls gone bad they gone forever But if she gone with me than she gone for better Me without you that's the longest never Living like sunshine man we on forever Amen, I've learned my lesson Got a good girl, count your blessings Instead of spending them up on sexing Good girls don't grow on trees I was out in the world just messing With the bad girls, getting refreshed and Got a call from a girl just left Good girls don't grow on trees Look, I felt like it was yesterday The times we had that went away We're still young, but of course we felt a lot Now I've been living like a villain that's been shot I met her through a friend of mine Who told me that this girl was fine I picked her up and I started to figure out There's more on the inside than on the out (What she say, what she say) She said don't bother me She told me that I had to leave I wanted her just to believe She helped me get my world intact She had my heart, I told her that Now it hurts every time I think about The very night that I started with acting out The morning brought a painful sun Knowing now just what I've done She always was the better half for sure The part of me in life that I preferred I gave her all of me Though I tore her up inside We still kept the love alive Amen! Woah, she's like a diamond out the rough You know the good girls tainted by the bad world The good girls hard to find Woah, she's like H2O, can't get enough Where are the good girls tainted by the bad world (Hey), yo, OK Look, top floor of the hotel suite So connected that you know I got a motel cheap I'm saying I know I don't deserve the Noble Peace But damn, I don't deserve the "Go to hell" speech Don't believe everything that you see up in a photo When I'm with you, I wish that time could move slow-mo The day I met your granny I dreamed about our family And maybe one day we'll turn that coupé into a 4-door Yeah, yeah, yeah If you meet a good girl, what you gonna do Cris? Take her home, take her home, take her home If you meet a good girl, what you gonna man? Take her home, take her home, take her home If you meet a good girl what you gonna do Cris? Take her home, take her home, take her home

aint missing you

Bang bang Gang gang Bang bang Gang gang Bang bang I ain't missin' you at all Since you've been gone away I ain't missin' you No matter what my friends say I was sittin' at home, I was rollin' a blunt I was thinkin' 'bout you been dead gone Got a call from my boys like, "Your cousin is dead" I was like, "He couldn't had his head on" I be suited, I be booted, ready for anything Give me the chance then I'll head home I pull up, get that check, when I leave best believe On the freeway I'm headin' home I done partied, I done sipped Bacardi Rollin' with Blood, we done crashed all the parties We done rode Ferraris, rode Lamborghinis Now only thing that I care about is breathing Why I go hard, Blood be the reason Wouldn't want me to quit even if I was bleedin' Gotta take charge, every four seasons Every month, every day and every weekend I ain't missin' you at all Since you've been gone away I ain't missin' you No matter what my friends say I bet you remember posted on the block All we knew was shots We ain't really know about the guap All we knew was Glocks I remember when you called my phone tweakin' You got your first deal, you was geekin' Remember when I got my first deal, I hit you on the phone Like for now I am Chief Sosa Yeezus You was like, "Nah you're Almighty" Almighty don't like nobody Shootin' .40 cals, now we gettin' 40 Bands for a show and we stay 'til the morning God chose us, and gave it up Dead or alive, niggas still hatin' us It's the end of the quarter, I'm a rock with sticky D I'ma pass the pall to you and you can hang it up I ain't missin' you at all Since you've been gone away I ain't missin' you No matter what my friends say No matter what I might say No matter what you might say No matter what I say No matter what your friends say No matter what our friends say No matter what, what I say No matter what, what I say Just know this, I miss you Big Glo

careful what you wish for

"Breaking news: Detroit rapper Eminem cancels his sold-out European tour to check himself into rehab after admitting an addiction to sleep medication. We'll have more on this story as it develops." "Shady Records recording artist Obie Trice has apparently survived a gunshot to the head in what appears to be a random drive-by shooting. Meanwhile, Eminem is rumored to be alienated--" "On again/off again relationship with..." "This just in, a tour bus involving Eminem's bus..." "Updating a story we brought you earlier about gunfire at an after-hours club, we've learned that the rapper Proof has been fatally shot." "Shady/Aftermath recording artist..." "Long-time best friend of Eminem and a member of the rap group D12" "D12, back in the news again today..." "Is it a sabbatical or the end? The rumors and speculation continue to swirl around Eminem. He insists he's just taking a break, but doubters believe he's retiring, leaving us all to ask, 'Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?'" So this is it, this is what I wished for Just isn't how I envisioned it, fame to the point of imprisonment I just thought the shit'd be different But somethin' changed the minute that I got a whiff of it I started to inhale it, smell it, started sniffin' it And it became my cocaine, I just couldn't quit I just wanted a little bit, then it turned me to a monster I became a hypocrite, concert after concert I was rakin' in the dough, rollin' in green Had the game hemmed up, like a sewing machine But I was losing my freedom, there was nowhere for me To not go and be seen, and just go and be me And there was no in-between, you either loved it or hate it Every CD critics gave it a 3, then three Years later they go back and re-rate it Then called The Slim Shady LP the greatest The Marshall Mathers was a classic The Eminem Show was fantastic But Encore just didn't have the caliber to match it I guess enough time just ain't passed yet A couple more years, that shit'll be Illmatic And eight years later, I'm still at it Divorced, re-married, a felon, a father, sleeping pill addict And this is real talk, I feel like The Incredible Hulk My back has been broke and I can still walk So be careful what you wish for, 'cause you just might get it And if you get it, then you just might not know what to do with it 'Cause it might just come back on you ten-fold I said be careful what you wish for, 'cause you just might get it And if you get it, then you just might not know what to do with it 'Cause it might just come back on you ten-fold I got a letter from a fan that said he's been praying for me Every day and for some reason It's been weighing on my mind heavy 'Cause I don't read every letter I get But something told me to go ahead and open it But, why would someone pray for you When they don't know you? You didn't pray for me when I was local And as I lay these vocals, I think of all the shit I had to go through Just to get to where I'm at, I've already told you At least a thousand times in these rhymes I appreciate the prayer but I've already got God on my side And it's been one hell of a ride, hasn't it? Just watching it from a opposite standpoint Man, boy's got to look Nuts, and that's the only word I can think of Right now, on how to describe the shit This is like a vibe you get, go ahead and bop to it Just watch what you wish for 'cause I got the shit So be careful what you wish for, 'cause you just might get it And if you get it, then you just might not know what to do with it 'Cause it might just come back on you ten-fold I said be careful what you wish for, 'cause you just might get it And if you get it, then you just might not know what to do with it 'Cause it might just come back on you ten-fold

athlete

Mystry So much food at the table why you wanna act like Judas Everybody puttin' in work and you got bare excuses But when they call your number, where you gonna run I wonder Tie your lace, fix your face, I'm your fitness instructor Run like an athlete Run like an athlete Put him in the backseat Put him in the backseat Run like an athlete Run like an athlete Catch him put him in the backseat Catch him put him in the backseat Run like an athlete Run like an athlete Put him in the backseat Put him in the backseat Run like an athlete Run like an athlete Catch him put him in the backseat Catch him put him in the backseat Yo, I make man run like say he's on the last leg of the relay Run a man way down the road and catch him If I don't you will learn about the action replay MC murderer, make an MC change his title to hurdler Man said it's beef on the menu, cool It's just shells and corn that I'm servin' ya Run up and get done up, I don't play I tun up till I bun up, you don't say Service, I'm in the back of the club with the big batty ting just twerking Man try jump on the wave, they hate so much 'till it's hurting I make man run like an athlete, you better pray that your stamina's working BBK will live forever, real friends don't die they live together Talking bars we bring the pepper Man wanna meet better bring the cheddar No long ting when I'm talking, turn an MC to an orphan 'Cah we come for the big boy paper And not for the likkle man portion Boy Better Know we're the realest out here, can't see them man they're eating out here The roots ama' deeply seeded out here A lot of my niggas need feeding out here So man are gonna shine right now It's just money on the line right now I keep telling them again but they didn't wanna listen now it's all about grime right now Move humble, the road's where you catch me I'm in an Uber, sat in the backseat Pull up on the block in my right mind 1, 2 zoots got me stoned, high times When it's my time, you best mind out Touch a button, you're gonna find out No security, no breddin' The circle of bread you man can't get in So, take a look but please don't touch A likkle 'ello and bye was enough My crew are the waviest here More wavy than the waviest hair We bring the vibe we hate to be fair When you step onto the stage all the man get air Make the wrong move, that's long 'Cause I'll roll out with the realest dons Run like an athlete Run like an athlete Put him in the backseat Put him in the backseat Run like an athlete Run like an athlete Catch him put him in the backseat Catch him put him in the backseat We've been out 'ere for ages, finally hit that top spot North London grew up on a hot block, manna' say my bars are top notch Man are popular but not pop, I can tell you what's good fam what's not Aim at the game and we hit the soft spot, far from a long shot Backstage looking all hotboxed, we got the ravers buzzing Been chasing done a whole lot of running Celebrate greatness, drinking and bunning Not thinking about times when we didn't have nuttin' We went from nuttin' to suttin', can't be greedy we can't be glutton They didn't wanna let no one in, but we just run in Come through gunnin', didn't see that one comin' Once upon a time yeah you could call this a race But I think nowadays you have to call this a chase and we came up with the plan all in a day Yeah, we're too weird, we're too rare All man need is one engineer And they know that's MSM there That's why we got the rest of them scared These kind of riches you can't rob it Stand up in the high road, card in my pocket You don't want it, over the bonnet Trust me I run down Sonic It's not a mix CD if it ain't got "Them Man There", "Man Don't Care" and "Shutdown" on it You don't wanna lose your girl so please don't come around bosses Unlimited vibes, vibe can't done, fresh, clean, badman lungs When man said run like an athlete fam you better run fast 'cause man can run Chase man around and hop over fences, man's greyhounding Run rings around a block of houses, run a man down like T-1000 Finesse, won't break a sweat but I'll kick man's back foot make man trip up Stress, talking high pitch like an air hostess You don't want none, you're on your ones Talking about guns, blud hush your gums Fam man ain't dumb, argument done Serious, make a man run, run Run like an athlete Run like an athlete Put him in the backseat Put him in the backseat Run like an athlete Run like an athlete Catch him put him in the backseat Catch him put him in the backseat Run like an athlete Run like an athlete Put him in the backseat Put him in the backseat Run like an athlete Run like an athlete Catch him put him in the backseat Catch him put him in the backseat

purple tuesday

Seven years old, I asked Christ and the genie Ten years old, I seen my friend die really Genie in the bottle though it's Jenny on the block I'm Houdini with the Uzi, holy father, wake me up Time-traveller, that boy, he a star Blowing bubbles in the faces of the people afar '97 Hov playing, trunk rattled the car Wet lick done licked the gold stars of my heart Golden roses over enemies and sprinkled with serenity Tryna stain the legacy, pray to Allah And fo' sho', got you rappers Instagramming your ma With that North Face jacket, blade tucked in my- Way, way before the tomb came the womb, no question And out came his black ass, remember, you was yellow with your Black bandana with your fingers all twisted June 19th '87 in the kitchen The straw that broke the camel's back, in love with your life Have you ever walked home afraid, alone in the night? Have you ever taken drink inside the loo just in case? Cause the fears of a man just like God to my cape And the rap game crazy but the coke came at 'em Eve came home feeling fruity and we smashing All of that ass got me feeling real ratchet The chicken came before the egg and way before the atoms Cancelling the shows and making money off of acting Rain, rain pouring like the bezels in my chalice Potentially We could build a galaxy This you-and-I-verse could be More than just the dreams of the living I could see the you in me So let's keep giving to the stars I know that I could take you far Far, far away from here Where we should be U-N-I-T-Y Where we should be U-N-I-T-Y, that's a unity Where we should be U-N-I-T-Y You and me U-N-I-T-Y, that's a unity The man rose, little concrete roads Put your hands together, folks, for the black roach 'Bout to deliver like Stagecoach Know I stay posted, my nigga (that was it), yo, what's the signs? My fountain of youth is all drying, one minute, we all smiling Then poof, we fall silent and I've been digging deep For this thing, I ain't finding this Either I'm insane in my brain or to be honest, that's Probably what it is Done seen a lot of shit that you probably can't live with You probably can't stomach, you probably can't ingest At times, we were so hungry, got mad dreams and wishes It'll all get sunny, but for now it's this money that Determines and divides, that's insuring our lives Even causing homicides on the streets of NY A little shorty asked me what's my purpose and why? I told him save the children and point them right at the light He said for sure, that's tight, but where the dollar signs in that Them hella fine dimes with that ass so fat That Phantom and the Maybach, that black MAC that go crick-crack That's when I say yo, chill, shorty, relax Let me open your mind to the current times If visions is colourblind, it's fine, your light will still shine as I consume this time he begin to unravel And travel to a place he thought that he would never find, uh U-N-I-T-Y U-N-I-T-Y, that's a unity U-N-I-T-Y U-N-I-T-Y, that's a unity Potentially We could build a galaxy This you-and-I-verse could be More than just the dreams of the living I could see the you in me So let's keep giving to the stars I know that I could take you far Far, far away from here Where we should be Where we should be Where we should be You and me What do we do? We got a duty, gotta say What do we do? We got a duty, gotta save, ayy What do we do? We got a duty, gotta say These are the days that we pray for love Oh, I wonder, wonder, wonder: where is love? What do we do? We got a duty, gotta say What do we do? We got a duty, gotta save, ayy What do we do? We got a duty, gotta say These are the days that we pray for love Oh, I wonder, wonder if it's up above (Like that? Uh) Like that, y'all-y'all, y'all, y'all, y'all Y'all-y'all, y'all, y'all, y'all Y'all, badman and ting Badman ah gwan Badman gon' sing, yo Badman ah Badman do Badman fi do Badman do, yeah Yeah What? Yeah What? What? What? Yeah, yeah, what?

write on me

Pick up the pen, put it on the paper Write on my skin, bring me to life Can't start again, there ain't no eraser All of my flaws, you got them so right Everything is blank until you draw me Touching on my body like you know me Write on me, color outside the lines Love the way you tat me up, baby take your time Write on me, give me some wings, I'll fly Love the way you tat me up, I'll never change my mind Write on me, write on me Write on me, write on me (Write on me) Write on me (Write on me) Write on me Love the way you tat me up Write on me You are my friend, straight and no chaser Burns going down but it keeps me alive Tell me the truth, I like the danger 'Cause in the end, you will be mine Everything is gray until you draw me Touching on my body like you know me Write on me, color outside the lines Love the way you tat me up, baby take your time Write on me, give me some wings, I'll fly Love the way you tat me up, I'll never change my mind Write on me, write on me Write on me, write on me I could see a city sleep, I could see an ocean wave Everything is changing and it's written on my face I could see a city sleep, I could see an ocean wave Everything is changing and it's written on my face Write on me, color outside the lines Love the way you tat me up, baby take your time Write on me, give me some wings, I'll fly Love the way you tat me up, I'll never change my mind (Write on me) Write on me (Write on me) Write on me (Write on me) Write on me (Write on me) Write on me (Write on me) Write on me Won't you write on me? Yeah, yeah Write on me (Love the way you tat me up) Write on me (Write on me) Write on me Write on me

part iv

Shoutout to TDE XXL Freshmen Class Isaiah Rashad Look, I'm ridin' on faith, well Delta, I hope the prayers can help us I'm havin' no problem bein' selfish They say God is who gon' guide ya, warrior or friend turned foe? Who behind ya, where the knife at? Still debatin' with the Devil for your life back New dress, sinnin' look tempin' with a night cap Lately I've been diggin' in her kidney cause she like that I'll be right back, right back, right back I got lettuce for you I got binkies and beanies and cheddar for you I'm just talkin' to my son and my perfect woman You might see a couple mil' if we don't kill each other So ride with me like you love me like we feel each other And if we lose we in the mood then don't forget each other Sometimes the styrofoam cups is the perfect of couple They got us runnin' from the field with a Perc' or something I promise I-I-I-I promise not to lead you astray I promise I promise I remember we used to get high I promise I won't forget it I promise We used to get high I remember I won't forget you I-I-I promise These drugs do get to me And I could touch your soul Look at me now look at me running I promise Yea, yea Just to get I won’t forget I promise

finessin

Yeah It's Baby E on the track Yeah Sing Trapping getting old so I've been moving weight Pigeons in the trunk, I'm on the interstate Made myself a plug, get it a 100 ways And I still got the act, you know I love the taste Spendin' dirty money at the gucci store Fucking with them models, eating sushi rolls She think I'm a rapper, get that groupie love Baby mama mad, she see me moving up On to bigger better things, bigger television screens That I'll never get to see, cus I'm to heavy in these streets I just blew a 100 thou, so I'm going out of town And Imma try to make it all right (Back) Finessin, finessin I be finessin Finessin, finessin I be finessin Finessin, finessin I be finessin Finessin, finessin I be finessin Jay get home in June and we can hardly wait Caught him with the work and sent him off to state Wanna play the game it's just a risk you take My doggie held it down, he never said a name Sorry my new bitches make you insecure Sorry for the party and the Swisher smoke No really I'm just kidding I don't give a fuck I'm glad it makes you mad to see the kid is up On to bigger better things, bigger television screens That I'll never get to see, cus I'm to heavy in these streets I just blew a 100 thou, so I'm going out of town And Imma try to make it all right (Back) Finessin, finessin I be finessin Finessin, finessin I be finessin Finessin, finessin I be finessin Finessin, finessin I be finessin I'm up right now, yeah I'm up right now, oh yeah I'm up right now, yeah I'm up right now, yeah I'm up right now, yeah I'm up right now, yeah I'm up right now, yeah I'm up right now, yeah Finessin, finessin I be finessin Finessin, finessin I be finessin Finessin, finessin I be finessin Finessin, finessin I be finessin

sex

Sex, sex tell me Sex, sex tell me Oh my god, you're so hot Pull my hair, let me get on top Oh my god, soaking wet Back and forth till we break the bed When you read my mind, get down and discover me I'm an open door, let you come inside of me Want to put my hands around your neck Gonna take you to a place that you will not forget Sex, what you know about sex? Tell me what you know about sex Sex, what you know about sex? Oh my god, you're so hot Pull my hair, let me get on top Oh my god, soaking wet Back and forth till we break the bed You got a bad attitude, I like to grind it on you And when I let you put it on me You better give me what I want, baby Oh my god, let me clean your wound I can be your nurse, got the antidote Please show me where it hurts Can you be my father? Tell me what to do You can punish me and maybe I will punish you Sex, what you know about sex? Tell me what you know about sex Sex, what you know about sex? Oh my god, you're so hot Pull my hair, let me get on top Oh my god, soaking wet Back and forth till we break the bed You got a bad attitude, I like to grind it on you And when I let you put it on me You better give me what I want, baby Oh my A lesson in sexology Twisted rope, handcuffs Blindfolds, stringer pearls Neckties, silk scarf Silver chains, pretty girls Thigh-highs, leather mask High heels, golden mask Perfume, switchblade Absinthe, novocaine Chopsticks, underwear Bar of soap, dental chair Fishnets, satin sheets Garter belt, raw meat Candlelight, keyhole Leather belt, meat stove Golden shower, latex thong Licorice whip, strap it on Oh my god, you're so hot Pull my hair, let me get on top Oh my god, soaking wet Back and forth till we break the bed You got a bad attitude, I like to grind it on you And when I let you put it on me You better give me what I want, baby Sex

imprint

We can leave an imprint 'Cause this minute that I'm in 'Cause this minute's where I live with you Where I stay with you If you wanna stay up late Girl we'd still make it If the planets all faded away You might think I'm crazy But I know you're my baby anyway Girl you took two minutes out of my life Yeah who told ya I ain't with it? I need ya I don't want 'em back I just want you back in my bed I don't want 'em back I just want you back in my bed You can take it all off 'Cause this love ain't got no cost No excuses I'll be cursed for you It's just something that I say to you If you want it I can change Girl we'd still make it If the planets all faded away You might think I'm crazy But I know you're my baby anyway Girl you took two minutes out of my life Yeah who told ya I ain't with it? I need ya I don't want 'em back I just want you back in my bed I don't want 'em back I just want you back in my bed I never told you the story, oh They say this building's from Victorian times I guess we all got a story, oh Just tellin' mine Change the scenario Jumpin' like Mario Gotta give it all a go Don't lose a life Girl you took two minutes out of my life Yeah who told ya I ain't with it? I need ya I don't want 'em back I just want you back in my bed I don't want 'em back I just want you back in my bed Girl you took two minutes out of my life Yeah who told ya I ain't with it? I need ya I don't want 'em back I just want you back in my bed I don't want 'em back I just want you back in my bed

in my dreams 2015

You’re in my dreams now Welcome Welcome Hey hey You’re in my dreams now

nothing

All my ladies in the club with their own money Now grab your girls and tell 'em he ain't getting shit from me Say oh, if you don't need a nigga for nothin' Then say oh, if you don't need a nigga for nothin' (I don't need a nigga for nothin') If you don't need a nigga for nothin' (I don't need a nigga for nothin') If you don't need a nigga for nothin' Then say oh If you don't need a nigga for nothin' (nothin') She spit on the tip like she cursed the cock She wasn't a freak, least at first she not She got at thing for thigh highs and Birkin crocs She pick up strands of long hair, she search the drop She don't do burger spots, she like to splurge a lot And if the twerkin' stop, it's cuz the merchant drop And you don't ever catch my chick in a thirsty spot Though she ain't king of diamonds that don't mean that she ain't worth a lot All my ladies in the club with their own money Now grab your girls and tell 'em he ain't getting shit from me Say oh, if you don't need a nigga for nothin' Then say oh, if you don't need a nigga for nothin' (I don't need a nigga for nothin') If you don't need a nigga for nothin' (I don't need a nigga for nothin') If you don't need a nigga for nothin' Then say oh If you don't need a nigga for nothin' (nothin') He don't love it like I love it He don't treat it like I treat it He don't touch it like I touch it He don't beat it like I beat it He don't see it like I see it Eat it like I eat it, leave it like I leave it Cause really he don't need it like I need it A chick that bad, she need her own bottle She need her own space, she need her own ace She need her own rave, she need her own place She can't keep sharin' me, she need to own Ma$e Come on All my ladies in the club with their own money Now grab your girls and tell 'em he ain't getting shit from me Say oh, if you don't need a nigga for nothin' Then say oh, if you don't need a nigga for nothin' (I don't need a nigga for nothin') If you don't need a nigga for nothin' (I don't need a nigga for nothin') If you don't need a nigga for nothin' Then say oh If you don't need a nigga for nothin' (nothin') It's unbelievable how your body is calling for me, yeah It's calling for me, yeah It's unbelievable how your body is calling for me, yeah Me yeah, me, yeah It's probably cause you got your own money, girl All my ladies in the club with their own money Now grab your girls and tell 'em he ain't getting shit from me Say oh, if you don't need a nigga for nothin' Then say oh, if you don't need a nigga for nothin' (I don't need a nigga for nothin') If you don't need a nigga for nothin' (I don't need a nigga for nothin') If you don't need a nigga for nothin' Then say oh If you don't need a nigga for nothin' (nothin')

gotham city

Point em out where he at, chrome nine point the Mac Sit him down, in the trap, four pound for the strap Big guns go BRAP! A$AP, where it's at Real niggas all black, sip lean so relax Point em out where he at, chrome nine point the Mac Sit him down, in the trap, four pound for the strap Big guns go BRAP! A$AP, where it's at Real niggas all black, Cozy Boys so relax Young Trap Lord, dime of the purp Ride or die boy, nigga get murked Pull a nine boy, play with the dirt Laying on who sleep in the earth She feel on my clothes, she lifting her skirt She say she love coke, she sniffin the work Semi-auto Tec, guns go flur Bang, bang-bang and another one squirt Givenchy my body, Ksubi my colleagues Versace, my eyelids, but it Yves Saint-Laurent me Twelvyy in Huraches, and Margiela on Rocky Yohji Yamamoto for Ty Nast and Ty Beats Fuck bitches that's on me, wack bitches move kindly Last niggas of a dying breed, yeah me, myself, and Irene Niggas hear them sirens when that four-fif' and that nine squeeze China bitch sip sake, while I chop that ass with that Tommy Point em out where he at, chrome nine point the Mac Sit him down, in the trap, four pound for the strap Big guns go BRAP! A$AP, where it's at Real niggas all black, sip lean so relax Point em out where he at, chrome nine point the Mac Sit him down, in the trap, four pound for the strap Big guns go BRAP! A$AP, where it's at Real niggas all black, Cozy Boys so relax We all want that Meech money, gold grill make ya speak funny My eyes open cause the streets hungry A New Jack fuckin' Gee money Niggas dead over sneak money, shit ain't sweet, honey The streets love me, white Airs and a peach rugby I go hard cause them niggas thought the least of me I'm in the hell yeah that bitch made a beast of me Hold your crib, while your bitch make a feast of me I'm a greedy nigga stuffin' my face Gettin' money, fuckin' bitches, yeah, them stuck in my ways 'bout to turn 23 but I give zero fucks Niggas wanna sign me, tell them niggas zero up, wassup Point em out where he at, chrome nine point the Mac Sit him down, in the trap, four pound for the strap Big guns go BRAP! A$AP, where it's at Real niggas all black, sip lean so relax Point em out where he at, chrome nine point the Mac Sit him down, in the trap, four pound for the strap Big guns go BRAP! A$AP, where it's at Real niggas all black, Cozy Boys so relax It's a pistol poppin' business nigga mind ya own Expensive taste in guns, shorty's coppin' chrome I'm in love with a chopper dog, hit 'em, get 'em, split 'em Turn a fuck nigga into a bowl of pasta dog, I'm not at all A nigga to be fucked with, shorty got the hammer, niggas can't touch this Moms got the biscuit, dad own a musket, gone off a substance Middle finger up to the bitch who would fuck shit Living in a world where young niggas run shit All over something, but it's really nothing Go on with the fuck shit, young niggas run this all Point em out where he at, chrome nine point the Mac Sit him down, in the trap, four pound for the strap Big guns go BRAP! A$AP, where it's at Real niggas all black, sip lean so relax Point em out where he at, chrome nine point the Mac Sit him down, in the trap, four pound for the strap Big guns go BRAP! A$AP, where it's at Real niggas all black, Cozy Boys so relax

history of rap 6

After the show it's the after party then After the party it's the hotel lobby and After the Belve' then it's probably Cris' And after the original it's probably this L.L. Cool J. is hard as hell Battle anybody I don't care who you tell I excel, they all fail I'm gonna crack shells, Double-L must rock the... Friends, how many of us have them? Friends, ones we can depend on La-Di-Da-Di, we likes to party We don't cause trouble, we don't bother nobody, we're Just some men that's on the mic And when we rock up on the mic we rock the mic right Fight the power, fight the power Let me hear ya say Fight the power We got to fight the powers that be Straight out of Compton, crazy mother- Hey, hey, hey, no, no Jimmy, we've been through this before You are not straight out of Compton You are straight out of upstate New York That's right, yeah yeah I guess I just thought with the movie being what it is and all Ya know big, everybody's talking about it Everybody is talking about it Let's talk about something else Let's talk about sex baby Let's talk about you and me Let's talk about all the good things and the bad things that may be Let's talk about sex Let's talk about... Stop, Hammertime Stop, Summertime Here it is the groove slightly transform Just a bit of a break from the norm (Summer-summer-summertime) Cash rules everything around me: CREAM, get the money Dollar, dollar bill y'all [Notorious B.I.G. (feat. Puff Daddy & Mase) – “Mo Money Mo Problems”] I don't know what they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see Informer, ya' no say daddy me Snow me I go blame A licky boom boom down I lick your boom-boom down I lick your boom-boom down No, you don't lick your boom-boom down I lick your boom-boom down You don't lick your boom-boom down Lick boom-boom No, you don't lick your boom-boom down Down, down, down, down I'm going down, down, baby, your street, in a Range Rover Street sweeper baby, cocked, ready to let it go Shimmy, shimmy, cocoa what Listen to it pound Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now Bone-Bone-Bone-Bone Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone Now, usually, I don't do this but uh Go head on and break 'em off wit a lil' preview of the remix It's the remix to ignition Hot and fresh out the kitchen Mama rollin' that body Got every man in here wishin' Sippin' on coke and rum (rum) I'm like so what I'm drunk (drunk) It's the freakin' weekend Baby I'm about to have me some fun [Chris Brown – Look at Me Now (feat. Lil Wayne & Busta Rhymes)] Let's go Cause I'm feeling like I’m running And I'm feeling like I gotta get away, get away, get away Better know that I don't and I won't ever stop Cause you know I gotta win everyday, day Damn, damn Compton I can feel your energy from two planets away I got my drink, I got my music I would share it but today I'm yelling Bitch don't kill my vibe, bitch don't kill my vibe Bitch don't kill my vibe, bitch don't kill my vibe I was running through the six with my (Bitch don't kill my vibe, bitch don't kill my vibe) I was running through the six with my woe (Mustard on the beat, yo) I don't mess with you You little stupid ass trick, I ain't messing with you You little dumb ass trick, I ain't messing with... Can’t you see the private jets flying over you? Maybach bumper sticker reads: "What would Hova do?" J is chillin', Jimmy is chillin' What more can I say? We killin' 'em Baby, won't you come my way? Got something I want to say I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti Your mom busted in and said, “What's that noise?" It's Justin and Jimmy singing Beastie Boys You got to fight for your right to party You got to fight for your right to party Hey, everybody let me hear you say "Parrrrrrty" Justin Timberlake, Jimmy Fallon History of Hip-Hop 6 Let's start the show

who want it

I'm fresh to death - picture man shit America's most wanted - catch me if you can shit Breaking news - I'm on my mob shit All my ice on - you ain't gon' rob shit Who want it? Who want it? Who want it? Who want it? Who want it? Bow! Bow! Bow! D-O-A! Who want it? Who want it? Who want it? Who want it? Who want it? Bow! Bow! Bow! D-O-A! 2 Chains, 2 heaters Drop 200 bands, on a 2 seater You niggas broke, we are not equal Gotti still hungry, grind like I'm 2 people I'm on my young nigga shit - I know I am! Out here living for today and I don't give a damn A hundred bucks in a Camaro, black and red Offset, the booty wide, it's sitting bow-legged Threw the pipes on it, pin the stripes on it Car talk back, (Kitt!) Michael Knight on it This the life, homie, all my ice on me Chandelier shit, without the lights, homie Pop! Pop! D-O-A! (?) Reach for my chain and it go like this: you want to, I'll bang you Ain't nobody took nothing, ain't no coincidence No face, no case, no fingerprints Point the pistol at the witness, they ain't seen shit Money turn a felony to misdemeanor, bitch We like LeBroning from the line, nothing but heat and bricks When it come to beef though, it's Dirk's free throws, we don't seem to miss My whole team winning, I think I'm Mark Cuban Run and gun, never know when we might start shooting Who want it? You stand but my goons on it And if you make a move on it, then I feel sorry for you, homie

let us live

Yeah, Scott Storch Yo, I'm hopping out a Phantom with a iced out medallion Stallions on both arms, rocks on both charms My Dominican chick looking like Scarface sister Red and curly and she wake me up early Cause hustlers hit the block when police change shifts New York, California, different toilet, same shit In Brooklyn I rock Timberlands, still toast cinnamon Been gangster way before he dropped Many Men Liquor in my system, voice raspy Who I sound like? Don't ask me, that's my nigga, we classy Him and Montega Jada our style superior to haters You can catch me in the latest Marvin Gaters Ralph Lauren suit tapered up, fly cause I'm papered up Why these niggas keep hating on my Phantom? I be out in Atlanta and body tapping, I'm probably strapped Toast it up niggas All my hoods on the real dark side of the track No sunny skies, just really black We live real down here, Lord let us live No playing around here, Lord let us live Don't hate my hood, just hate my shine We coming out, we on our grind We live real down here, Lord let us live We coming outta here, Lord let us live Now who the fuck want war with the human gun store? Gangsta rap is where I live just knock on the front door Niggas stunt more than Jackie Chan, what the fuck them faggots saying? Nothing when I walk in the club with the gat in hand Take 'em back to '94, shooting out a Astro van Banging was the blueprint, money was the master plan Duffel bag full of Grants and Franklins Rob niggas, take they money, shoot straight to the bank then Head to the barbershop to get chopped up Hearing war stories who dead and who locked up Who snitching, who pitching and who knocked up Fuck niggas in Black Wall Street I trust Black hoodies and black Asics standing on the pavement Hustlers don't sleep nigga we work the grave shift Fuck that long money, nigga, get paid quick And don't save shit Ohh, all my hoods on the real dark side of the track No sunny skies, just really black We live real down here, Lord let us live No playing around here, Lord let us live Don't hate my hood, just hate my shine We coming out, we on our grind We live real down here, Lord let us live We coming outta here, Lord let us live Lord knows that money don't matter Lord knows that status is badder Lord knows about the hood I live in Keeps taking away but he's giving Now don't give me these cars (Lord let us live) Don't give me these mansions (Lord let us live) Don't hate me, just let me ride Lord just give me light I don't hate Mobb Deep or M.O.P, that was a phase I was caught up in the beef like a rat in a maze And my legacy will never be that of a hater Lyrical rhyme slayer, wack niggas say your prayers It's the return of Gandhi, Criminal minded city behind me Put it on my face to remind me Of all the shit I been through my physical presence, my pen too nice My first album sent you life I shoulda put down the mic when Rakim left Dre No cleanup hitter so I was stranded on second base I had to steal third, motherfucker that's my word Then some Queens niggas try to put me back on the curb I was Ultimate Warrior to you bully ass niggas I will come through the hood with the fully AK's niggas Like Snoop or Suge, I'm in the coupe, I'm good Mothafuckas make way Ohh, all my hoods on the real dark side of the track No sunny skies, just really black We live real down here, Lord let us live No playing around here, Lord let us live Don't hate my hood, just hate my shine We coming out, we on our grind We live real down here, Lord let us live We coming outta here, Lord let us live Chrisette Michele, Cooshie Black Wall, Coolie High Scott Storch, let's ride '08 to infinity California, New York Scott Storch, Scott Storch Scott Storch, Scott Storch, Scott Storch

scheie

I don't speak German, but I can if you like, ow! Ich schleiban austa be clair, es kumpent madre monstère Aus-be aus-can-be flaugen, begun be üske but-bair Ich schleiban austa be clair, es kumpent üste monstère Aus-be aus-can-be flaugen, fräulein uske-be clair Ich schleiban austa be clair, es kumpent madre monstère Aus-be aus-can-be flaugen, begun be üske but-bair Ich schleiban austa be clair, es kumpent üste monstère Aus-be aus-can-be flaugen, fräulein uske-be clair Ich schleiban austa be clair, es kumpent madre monstère Aus-be aus-can-be flaugen, begun be üske but-bair Ich schleiban austa be clair, es kumpent üste monstère Aus-be aus-can-be flaugen, fräulein uske-be clair I'll take you out tonight, say whatever you like Scheiße, scheiße be mine, scheiße be mine Put on a show tonight, do whatever you like Scheiße, scheiße be mine, scheiße be mine (Scheiße be mine) When I'm on a mission I rebuke my condition If you're a strong female You don't need permission (I) I wish that I could dance on a single prayer (I) I wish I could be strong without somebody there (I) I wish that I could dance on a single prayer (I) I wish I could be strong without the scheiße, yeah (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) Without the scheiße, yeah (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) Without the scheiße, yeah (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) Without the scheiße, yeah (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) Without the scheiße, yeah (I don't speak German, but I wish I could, ow!) Ich schleiban austa be clair, es kumpent madre monstère Aus-be aus-can-be flaugen, begun be üske but-bair Ich schleiban austa be clair, es kumpent üste monstère Aus-be aus-can-be flaugen, fräulein uske-be clair Love is objectified by what men say is right Scheiße, scheiße be mine, bullshit be mine Blonde high-heeled feminists, enlisting femmes for this Express your womankind, fight for your right (Fight for your right) (Ah, ah) When I'm on a mission (Ah, ah) I rebuke my condition (Ah, ah) If you're a strong female (Ah, ah) You don't need permission (I) I wish that I could dance on a single prayer (I) I wish I could be strong without somebody there (I) I wish that I could dance on a single prayer (I) I wish I could be strong without the scheiße, yeah (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) Without the scheiße, yeah (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) Without the scheiße, yeah (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) Without the scheiße, yeah (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) Without the scheiße, yeah (I don't speak German, but I wish I could, ow!) (Ah, ah) I-I-I-I (Ah, ah) I-I-I-I don't speak German (Ah, ah) I-I-I-I-I (Ah, ah) But I can if you like (Ah, ah) I-I-I-I (Ah, ah) I-I-I-I don't speak German (Ah, ah) I-I-I-I-I (Ah, ah) But I can if you like (I) I wish that I could dance on a single prayer (I) I wish I could be strong without permission, yeah (I) I wish that I could dance on a single prayer (I) I wish I could be strong without the scheiße, yeah (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) Without the scheiße, yeah (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) Without the scheiße, yeah (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) Without the scheiße, yeah (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) Without the scheiße, yeah (I don't speak German, but I wish I could, ow!) Ich schleiban austa be clair, es kumpent madre monstère Aus-be aus-can-be flaugen, begun be üske but-bair Ich schleiban austa be clair, es kumpent üste monstère Aus-be aus-can-be flaugen, fräulein uske-be clair

story i tell

Dope on the scale, man you never seen it Hundred band juug, no you never hit it You never been down the road to riches This the story I tell so you pay attention Cold turkey, yeah we had to eat it So I take the pot and fucking beat it You never been down the road to riches Take your pen and your pad cause you gonna need it Trap money, me and my dogs spend it Your bitch, me and my dogs hit it Drop the head on the Bentley then fall in it When we dropped Versace, then y’all did it They hate that we came from the Northside Then linked in the city, got mob ties They hate that we came in with plenty jewels Young nigga just dabbin' first day of school Remember the days with the pocket rockets Turned the bando to a fucking hot pocket It’s a million dollars in the corner pocket I just share the rock like I’m John Stockton African diamonds, Olajuwon, Houston Rockets My niggas they got 'stendos on their guns, they go up out it Ain’t no need to talk about it Megaton trucks, it don’t weigh enough Had to take out the plug, he was switching up You mad cause your label do finger fucks QC the label got mega bucks Gas off in the back of the spinner bus Say that you trapping, really you got touch and bust This is the life of the Hefty bags You know that them ounces don’t weigh enough Dope on the scale, man you never seen it Hundred band juug, no you never hit it You never been down the road to riches This the story I tell so you pay attention Cold turkey, yeah we had to eat it So I take the pot and fucking beat it You never been down the road to riches Take your pen and your pad cause you gonna need it Trap money, me and my dogs spend it Your bitch, me and my dogs hit it Drop the head on the Bentley then fall in it When we dropped Versace, then y’all did it They hate that we came from the Northside Then linked in the city, got mob ties They hate that we came in with plenty jewels Young nigga just dabbin' first day of school I came a long way from dropping the fishes Finessing the plug for his riches Wake up in the morning, I go grab the spatula Walk in the kitchen and whip me a chicken Her wrist is a Masi, my neck is a Bentley Blue Benjamins that can pay your tuition Lupe said that Activis been discontinued Double cup, a nigga still be sipping Got a plug out in Mississippi Wrap it up, ship it to Finland I trap out the bando, don’t trap out the trap house And whatever you with, we with it Came a long way from that midget Money taller than a midget I keep the mac like a midget Mama we made us a milli, we did it Fuck the negativity, fuck the critics Dope on the scale, man you never seen it Hundred band juug, no you never hit it You never been down the road to riches This the story I tell so you pay attention Cold turkey, yeah we had to eat it So I take the pot and fucking beat it You never been down the road to riches Take your pen and your pad cause you gonna need it Trap money, me and my dogs spend it Your bitch, me and my dogs hit it Drop the head on the Bentley then fall in it When we dropped Versace, then y’all did it They hate that we came from the Northside Then linked in the city, got mob ties They hate that we came in with plenty jewels Young nigga just dabbin' first day of school They hate that that money start coming in And I be too fresh, I call it double mints I was on the block, you was on punishment Giuseppe stepping, and my diamonds they compliment QC my label, and that’s my establishment Supercharge my Bentley, I call it Clark Kent Me and my niggas spread the butter, margarine Marvin the Martian, got Raris, I cut off the engines, now park it You can catch a bullet in your carcass 100 band juug, and you wasn’t a part I took the plug off and we had a departure You telling a story bout me, I’m the author These bitches be choosing, they digging my posture Whipping babies, I’m not talking bout toddlers Similac in on these baby bottles Little babies get stepped on they call me stepfather Dope on the scale, man you never seen it Hundred band juug, no you never hit it You never been down the road to riches This the story I tell so you pay attention Cold turkey, yeah we had to eat it So I take the pot and fucking beat it You never been down the road to riches Take your pen and your pad cause you gonna need it Trap money, me and my dogs spend it Your bitch, me and my dogs hit it Drop the head on the Bentley then fall in it When we dropped Versace, then y’all did it They hate that we came from the Northside Then linked in the city, got mob ties They hate that we came in with plenty jewels Young nigga just dabbin' first day of school

young kobe

All my niggas 'bout they business Bernie Madoff with the chicken Nigga stash it as I get it And I never dropped a rock I'm a phenom like Lebron I'm like Mussolini Genghis Khan A Leader of the times No hype beasts I'm Undefeated Flow so cold might be anaemic Rise like Phoenix Day n' night We blowing Keisha Know I need it What's ya fantasy I treat It Lick her down and from the feet up Got my crown for prize I beat up Gotham City I'm your leader Been a minute since I paid any y'all some attention I’m like Young Kobe with the bars, got the godly precision And I ain’t worried bout no drama cause karma be with em Plus I'm lieutenant send an army and niggas gon'(Let's get em!) My niggas bang Glocks, don’t make em bang cops My fuckin' city keep them thangs cocked, to make a lame drop You see who with me, nigga play watch, I bet your gang flop You niggas silly, bet your main pop she give me straight top when she be with me This nigga think he really got it double fix your block up I'm rollin' choppers out the sticky nigga know i stalk up I'm duckin' cops, I keep my eyes peeled for them black Impalas We live on top and got no worries like Hakuna Matata, who gon' stop us (Verse 4:AK) Know I got it open wallet Benji’s pop out like I’m stylish With my goddess, like my weed they both exotic Both the finest, catch the spirit Jay Electronic When the critics hear they bobbin' Perfect timing cause I came up from the bottom And had nada More dollars mean more problems Makes sense why you don't get bothered My riders don’t get tired Run up on us get expired She want to meet the sire Meet the savior, pay the tithe Had the best night of her life She go home to you, she quiet Been a minute since I payed any y'all some attention I’m like Young Kobe with the bars, got the godly precision And I ain’t worried bout no drama cause karma be with em Plus I'm lieutenant send an army and niggas gon'(Let's get em!) My niggas bang Glock's, don’t make em bang cops My fuckin' city keep them thang's cocked, to make a lame drop You see who with me, nigga play watch, I bet your gang flop You niggas silly, bet your main thot she give me straight top when she be with me Smoking loud so ma be cautious Fronto make that bitch feel nauseous Coppers should stop us, we toss it Back on the block in the morning Hate on the god ‘cause we soaring Views from the top don’t get boring All my garments Saint Laurent All my knowledge is foreign I drop a deuce inside my drink rest in peace Speaker Knockerz When your bitch kick it with the kid she text she playin' soccer Nigga no limit to the shit, Master P, Silkk The Shocker Ain’t really tryin' to get inside and let her suck me proper These niggas shootin' everywhere like that shit ain’t no problem They put the guns inside the hood and wonder why we wildin They killin' niggas in the street, they tryin' to keep us silent You stir the people up enough they gon' resort to violence Old Been a minute since I paid any y'all some attention I’m like Young Kobe with the bars, got the godly precision And I ain’t worried bout no drama cause karma be with em Plus I'm lieutenant send an army and niggas gon'(Let's get em!) My niggas bang Glocks, don’t make em bang cops My fuckin' city keep them thangs cocked, to make a lame drop You see who with me, nigga play watch, I bet your gang flop You niggas silly, bet your main pop she give me straight top when she be with me

satellite flight

"This is the Rocket Powered Space Capsule. All systems are go." And the story goes, a young man will come And save the universe from the forces of evil Take a second to adjust to the ride They say if this was a crime, it'd be federal Lately I've been feelin' invincible As I'm tryna find my way, can't nothing hold me though I say, get a clue, the vibes all around you Try but you can't deny when it's in your soul Lets take it where there aren't any roads Where these sucka hatin' niggas can't follow, baby Take it to the satellite, tonight Take flight to the moon Come get in my space whip to the satellite, tonight Take flight to the moon Take a ride No worries, no worries, no worries, no worries Come on don't be shy, let your guard down and work it Do just what you want, anything you choose I tell ya, there's no way we could lose Have you ever seen the Earth from this view? I bet not Take it to the satellite, tonight Take flight to the moon Come get in my space whip to the satellite, tonight Take flight to the moon Take a ride, take a ride, take a ride, take a ride And now, the vibes Yeah, yeah, yeah Heavy little thoughts get jumbled in a bundle And they're tucked deep down in the back of my brain Heavy little thoughts get jumbled in a bundle And they're tucked deep down in the back of my brain Heavy little thoughts get jumbled in a bundle And they're tucked deep down in the back of my brain All is life and all is pain Down the hallway of my endless fate Take it to the satellite, tonight Take flight to the moon Come get in my space whip to the satellite, tonight Take flight to the moon Take a ride, take a ride Come on, yea Take it to the satellite, tonight Take flight to the moon Come get in my space whip to the satellite, tonight Take flight to the moon Take a ride, take a ride Come on, yea Come on, dream on Come on, come on Dream on, no worries Wicked

out here

Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah (oh yeah) I'm out here, I'm out here, I'm out here I'm out here, I'm out.. Hardly ever home No evictions, no evictions When I make it home Shake the ceilings, shake the ceilings I been cooking up, out in L.A., out in L.A I know what I want There's no chasing, there's no chasing I've been takin' Oh my God If you ain't fuckin', I'm duckin', you know the routine You know the routine, you know the routine said Oh my God If you ain't fuckin', I'm duckin', you know the routine You know the routine, you know the routine Motherfucker I'm out here, I'm out here I'm out here, I'm out here You know what I'm on (know what I'm on, yeah) That's that feeling (that's that feeling) That's that feeling (that's that feeling) In denial now (denial yeah) No addiction (no addiction) No addiction (no addiction) Think I found the one (oh yeah, oh yeah) Or the second or the seventh She might be the one (she might be the one, girl) Or the second or the seventh Oh my God If you ain't fuckin', I'm duckin', you know the routine You know the routine, you know the routine said Oh my God If you ain't fuckin', I'm duckin', you know the routine You know the routine, you know the routine Motherfucker I'm out here, I'm out here I'm out here, I'm out here I'm out here in the Trump Tower I think I finally fell in love now Her name was Tammy, she got hella bitches Now tell me, while my niggas filming Her cribs so empty need a center piece 20 racks a table cut from Ebony She cut that Ivory into skinny pieces Then she clean it with her face, man, I love my baby Now I ain't mad about the fact That she out there getting' busy But it ain't enough for the fallout Ride it all night for the get back Get it how you should What's the hold up? Got no time for that no one But I won't start but I won't start Girl, get your pretty Oh my God If you ain't fuckin', I'm duckin', you know the routine You know the routine, you know the routine said Oh my God If you ain't fuckin', I'm duckin', you know the routine You know the routine, you know the routine Motherfucker I'm out here, I'm out here I'm out here, I'm out here Motherfucker I'm out here, I'm out here I'm out here, I'm out here

getcha

Go getcha gun, go getcha funds Go get police, go getcha your moms Go getcha your hundreds and your ones I’m at your head, go get the Feds Where is it? Go get your bread Boy four piece, we mean no legs You's a lil boy, go get your parents, hey hey You don’t get the pic, go get your lense We a go getter, all my boys, gon' getcha We do not pull up, my boys, no anger Went and got a new nina, and I'm gon' finger it Went and got some under on you, I'm gon' send with Went and got a big house for my kids I still ain't even get props for what I did I still believe in God, not true, I’m scared Went and got a gun just for my fears I need to go get me another car And I need to go get me another watch Need another chain, another house, another Glock Need to go get some more clothes and some more guap Told that bitch "You got a car?" Then go get it Thought Almighty So was gonna come getcha Bitch I'm gonna get dope and some more swishers That bitch better go on get liquor and some more bitches That money, I'mma go get it All around me already know that shit Cause I’m gonna get that shit Niggas be on that ho ass shit I’m gonna get my gun out my pocket and blow that bitch I’m gonna get my gun out my pocket and blow that bitch Go getcha gun, go getcha funds Go get police, go getcha your moms Go getcha your hundreds and your ones I’m at your head, go get the Feds Where is it? Go get your bread Boy four piece, we mean no legs You's a lil boy, go get your parents, hey hey You don’t get the pic, go get your lense

on some real shit 100000 bars

I know you gotta feel this I'm on some real shit, I'm on some real shit, I'm on some real shit I know you gotta feel this I'm on some real shit, I'm on some real shit, I'm on some real shit I know you gotta feel this I'm on some real shit, I'm on some real shit, I'm on some real shit I know you gotta feel this I'm on some real shit, I'm on some real shit, I'm on some real shit I pull my hoodie down and take a look around Sounds that shook a town, man it feel good to smile So I shouldn't frown when the night is lookin' down Mirror, mirror on the wall, who the smoothest crook around Taking some dollars and making away from Impalas Shakin' the Jakes cause they chasin' the face of a robber Actin' goofy, absolutely Cause my passion suits me, so blast the tunes please I see the world with four eyes, hip-hop tour guide Hear the war cries, rap or die Wanna get signed, drive a four door ride Be more fly Til then I'll just soar by With a wave I'm a bat in the cave Sit back in the shade when I'm passing the haze Misbehave, I'm a trouble-making teenager Be grateful he's able to please haters Seat taker, three-term Mayor Getting re-elected just three terms later I've seen greater days so let the haters play their game Dreams fade away when you make the predator the prey The ace of spades can make it's way to save the day But from the start a club of heart was diamond Now I'm in Zion flying through the skyline The game on my back I got five spines Black cat with nine lives Time flies by So I got one life to loose it But how will I use it Uh, I put it all in the music Cause ya'll pussy Fold away before they hand your cards Broke-ass rapper now you Dancing With The Stars I'm handling these bars like a simple situation Basing on them cats who don't fit in the equation Patience is a virtue but fuck it I want it now Get my record deal ready, get Diddy up on the dial Hello wassup Puffy, I'm on my grind and hungry Throw me to the people they gon' love me, trust me Cause these older cats are getting a little rusty It's time for a change like Barack said And I don't care Hip-Hop is not dead Spit hot lead, but none of these haters get shot dead They don't bother me, I'll leave them playin' for my wife Kick back have a laugh while you complain about your life "Grrr" you hate Mac and you say you gonna fight It's all good bro, you entertainment for tonight Like I'mma be mad you hatin' cause I'm white Do a lot a cryin', lettin' pain out on the mic Cause overall I'm iller than most of ya'll Yall pussy, never ever gone for it all You scared of a little risky coachin' call What happened, I thought you were the know-it-all I stay smokin' well haze got a potent smell It take me back to kickin' raps back in Show-And-Tell I wanted to show people, all of my bro's peoples Have a dude come up like "Yo, I know people" The need for Dead Presidents, this dough evil So lethal, police'll always try to beat you Seat you down try and have you run your mouth Bring your mother out, look what your son is now See my mom she know her son is well The youngest child, she been through it for a while Now I put 911 on the dial with a smile Cause I'm wild, foul child style Too focused on my grind to ever catch an "f" My heart in it down 8 with five seconds left I want the best, won't settle for nothin' less And I always stay dressed in somethin' fresh So keep your head on straight and show respect to the game And that's what this beat messaged my brain

we flexin

Let me see you fucking bounce with it Kay, ay, ay Ay (we flexin') Ay (we flexin') Ay (we flexin') Woo! Here we go Nigga I'm tight like BVD Nigga I'm sick like CDC All my shit be classic, yours gets skipped like DVDs This beat be droppin' acid, do we have to tell 'em so? Keysha got me percocets I'm chillin' and it's hella dope Tell 'em ho, I ain't Tebow, I don't pray for change All I do is do it, I'm Nike, I'm drinking Gatorade I got my hoodie so I gotta be a gangster Why Geraldo Rivera look like a child molester? Heh, we the ill pandemic Sick boy, nigga, yeah we royalty forever All my G-O-O-Ns are well-spoken One white guy, he's a classic token Asses open, droppin' shit Flashback, that's a hashtag Man fuck down like a mersey Smell these niggas like an armpit I be in like David on my avid baby making hits They be making white girls like 'Ye did Taylor Swift Ain't that some shit, really though, Sealy Posturepedic ho When she in my bed but she ain't haven't even seen a video? Now shoot that, who's that? Roll up on niggas like fruit snacks You better walk big Gambino but you ain't got money Motherfucker that's too bad That's like - countin' fat stacks out in Harlem That's like - fucking Kat Stacks with no condom Stupid, everybody out here needs to cool it Rap stepfather, no more hanging in the pool shit Niggas that I'm cool with, they don't need to show me That Gambino girls are royalty now nigga that's an army! We like We flexin', we flexin' We flexin', baby run it back! Woo, woo! We flexin', we flexin' (Baby run it back!) Street monsters, where the fuck is Gordon? Maria I want to be puttin' that thing on your daughter Gambino brings the sushi, they doin' John Belushi So stupid but they cutie so sue me if I get booty That's Louis, Gucci or Prada, Bugatti bitches who holla Wanna take Foxy out but I gotta be gettin' Donnas, like "I'm an artist man." No y'all ain't! Man fuck Photoshop, I'm in MS Paint! Making circles with that circle thing, Gambino boy you murdering Now I got this afro those cornrows were fuckin' hurting me When you taking these girls up to Malibu When the hot girl coming to a bug-a-boo? I like my face when I'm under you Screen Actors Guild with a "W," swag We flexin', we flexin' We flexin', baby run it back! We flexin', we flexin' We flexin', baby run it back!

maxine

Maxine! Hello Can I speak to Maxine? Yeah, this is me, what's up? What up? Who dis? Denaun Yeah, what's up? What are you doing? Nothing, just laying in bed Huh? Nothing, just laying in bed Why? I don't know, thinking about something freaky to do I know this crack fiend, Maxine, who needs a vaccine She tests positive, but tells you that her act's clean Plus she got a sugar daddy Gassin' every hooker that he takes in to crook her badly If you mistook her, sadly, on her reputation You're in jeopardation, if you ain't got no preparation When you stepped away, son, she got her face done Lookin' provocative, she'll let you knock it if You press the issue, and get undressed to kiss you If you match the price, otherwise she won't look at you twice But when you catch the lice, or get the urgency To go to the emergency 'cause it burns to pee Don't bring your germs to me, 'cause I ain't tryna hear it While you're fightin' your fuckin' disease, tryna clear it Sometimes I wonder, what's your purpose in life? That is to get with every brother And unveil one of his kids Shit, you livin' trife Got three kids at home, and club-hoppin' every night You say it's gonna stop But it just… slows… down… And then speeds back to a regular pace There is no end to this Mystery, whatever your reason even is to be You say you wanna be with me, but how can you say that When you got niggas hidin' in your closet? I refrain from gettin' angry But you keep on actin' strangely I met this girl last week She was a freak, and she liked me So I stepped on it and then asked my homies And chilled on the side and then watched they niggas Big game over there and take notes, while I get this number I stepped to her, first I cleared my throat And said: "Hey, bitch, haven't I seen you before?" Looked at my nigga, turned around and got slapped Throughout my hands, and said: "Oh, it's like that?" She said she just broke up with her nigga and shit She started cryin', and asked me to forgive her and shit She said her name was Maxine So I told her I wanted her number She asked could I give her mine too Got to the crib and called her up We got into a good conversation That's when she asked me could I fuck I said: "Maxine, check this out Give me your address I'll be through and you'll find out." Got to the crib, she let me in She didn't waste time, she grabbed my hand And proceeded to the bedroom I said "Hold up, and stop proceedin', you rushin' things" What the fuck are you doin'? So I went for my protection Took off my clothes and started flexin' As she went for my midsection I threw her down as I tore off her shirt Pulled out my jimmy and I thought about puttin' in work Before I hit it she said: "3, don't get mad But there's somethin' that I gotta tell your ass." I said "What is it? Another nigga? It's okay." She said: "No I forgot to tell you That I got AIDS, I got a problem." Hey, Maxine What? You thinkin' about suckin' my dick? Yeah, for a small price For a small price? What you mean? You know, money, nigga You don't need no damn money; I can't give you no money anyways, I heard you got some shit What you, what you hear I got? AIDS Who told you that bullshit? My nigga Kyu, he wouldn't lie Well, if that's the case, Kyu got it then Oh for real, it's like that? Well, I ain't got shit, so he ain't got shit And if he do, he ain't get that shit from me I ain't fuckin' around with no third nigga Fuck that, I ain't fuckin' with you No, see… You got that shit, I ain't gotta fuck with you Hold on, why it ain't even like that I want y'all to get paid, fuckin'

got you on my mind

Started with phone conversation and I Flew out to see you, it's raining outside We sat by the water and talked about life Oh Said you lost your dad, girl I know how that feels I lost my mom, tryna deal with that still I guess we connect on our hatred for pills It's real I got you on my mind, baby I got you on my mind, baby I got you on my mind, baby I got you on my mind, I got you on my mind I got you on my mind, baby I got you on my mind, I got you on my mind You got me thinking things I never used to I'm not the phone type, I'd rather be with you Sometimes I hold back from saying, "I miss you" But I miss you I have to admit, on this road I get lonely But you make me smile every time that you call me You let me be myself You don't control me I got you on my mind, baby I got you on my mind, I got you on my mind I got you on my mind, baby I got you on my mind, I got you on my mind I got you on my mind, baby I got you on my mind, I got you on my mind I got you on my mind, baby I got you on my mind, I got you on my mind Laying in my bed, I'm just staring at the ceiling, baby I just wanna know if you can feel what I'm feeling, baby Got you on my mind yeah, tell me what the deal is lately Yeah, deal is lately, deal is lately I'm a man of my word, girl believe that I'm a closed book but somehow you learn to read that Know that I should relax, hate the way I react Thinking that I'm good but you know I'm 'bout to relapse Thinking that I'm good but you know I'm 'bout to relapse Girl I wake up in the morning', all I can think of is you I got you on my mind, baby I got you on my mind, I got you on my mind I got you on my mind, baby I got you on my mind, I got you on my mind I got you on my mind, baby I got you on my mind, I got you on my mind I got you on my mind, baby I got you on my mind, I got you on my mind

hungry

This special, biggest, global Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah To say it's complicated, understatement of the year Well maybe conflict made it the new flavor in your ear They know that I'm a problem, that's why everybody scared Whatever doesn't kill you, can make you an ill-ionaire Uh, just turn the headphones up or make the windows roll up I make they hands go up When I show up and I blow it 'til I'm full up, wait, hold up Girl up in the mirror, only one I fear, uh You say you the realest, I told you I'm the illest Sick, sick, mmm Hungry, starving Not thirsty, just hungry Ambitious, still hungry Still hungry I'm moonwalking on marble floors Rick Ross, I'm just drippin' sauce Bitches see me and they all just wave Rolls Royce and we call this Wraith I fuck up money like I'm Escobar Ballin', ballin', Kobe Bryant, that boy living large No room for medium, that means you thinkin' small Ferrari, Fergie, switching gears, she rockin' with a boss I close my eyes, I must be telepathic Look over haters, tripling my assets It takes courage to accomplish these things Fergie's my queen, I'm the king, now come kiss on our rings Sick, sick, mmm Hungry El Chapo Starving Rinzel Not thirsty, just hungry Ferrari Fergie Ambitious, still hungry Still hungry

steve berman skit 2001

"Hey Steve... Uh, Vanessa said you wanted to see me? What's up?" "Marshall... I can call you Marshall, right?" "Uhh... sure." "Good. Sit the fuck down for a second." "Okay." "Do you just fucking hate me?" "Hate you? What—" "What the fuck have I ever done to you? Your last record, we got lucky. This D12 album is fucked!" "What's wrong with it?" "I don't wanna rape my grandmother! I don't wanna have sex with pitbulls! I wanna roll on dubs, I want throw bows, I wanna rock prada!" "Rock prada?" "And who the fuck is this Bizarre guy?" "What do you mean?" "Do you need a cat-scan?! Where the fuck did you find this guy?!" "I—I mean, I've known him for like..." "This album's never coming out." "Steve, you've only heard one song!" "Fuck you! Get the fuck outta here! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWW!" "OKAY, OKAY, SHIT!!!!"

sorry latino remix

You gotta go and get angry at all of my honesty You know I try but I don't do too well with apologies I hope I don't run out of time, could someone call a referee? Cause I just need one more shot at forgiveness I know you know that I made those mistakes maybe once or twice By once or twice I mean maybe a couple a hundred times So let me, oh let me redeem, oh redeem, oh myself tonight Cause I just need one more shot at second chances Yeah, is it too late now to say sorry? Cause I'm missing more than just your body Is it too late now to say sorry? Yeah I know that I let you down Is it too late to say I'm sorry now? I'm sorry, yeah Sorry, yeah Sorry Yeah I know that I let you down Is it too late to say I'm sorry now? (JB and JB Latino Remix Leggo) Quisiera regresar el tiempo y cambiar errores Se que todo fue mi culpa y te cause dolores Espero que de volver tu tengas intenciones Por que hoy estoy aquí extrañándote Okay, tu por mi morias ma' No solo física, había química Yo te llamaba y no querias contestar Se que fui tonto y no te supe valorar Entiende mi estilo de vida Por favor comprende que esto no paso de repente Si esta en mi manos no lo dejo a la suerte Solo espero que me perdones Nena, tengo tantas ganas de amarte Solo quiero que me perdones Si tu y yo no podemos estar Olvida todo, no voy a fallar I'm not just trying to get you back on me Cause I'm missing more than just your body Is it too late now to say sorry? Yeah I know that I let you down Is it too late to say I'm sorry now? I'm sorry, yeah Sorry, oh Sorry Yeah I know that I let you down Is it too late to say I'm sorry now? I'm sorry, yeah Sorry, oh Sorry Yeah I know that I let you down Is it too late to say I'm sorry now? (Sorry)

on everything

Under the sun, there is a remedy Under the sun, for every evil Under the sun, there is a remedy Under the sun, for every evil We The Best Music! All my life, that's on everything, yeah This forever, I put that on everything, yeah If I ever, I move onto better things I just copped a mansion for my son on everything, yeah (DJ Khaled!) All my life, that's on everything, yeah This forever, I put that on everything, yeah 'Cause if I ever, I move onto better things That's on my life, yeah yeah Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah yeah Matchin' condo, matchin' Rollie That's on everything (straight up) That's on my life, yeah yeah Ay, DJ Khaled, I'd die for you, my nigga So you already know I'd kill for you Boss Maybach Music Diamonds drippin' on me, she know who the one Two-seaters every season and I just begun Aquafina, she drippin' puddles on a sunny day Multi-million dollar plays and that's a hundred ways Fuck a fashion, we could match in my Hermès seats Top down, JFK, I pray he get impeached Say no names, Supreme underwear and like 80 chains Hundred for the rich forever perspective, never change Petty bitches postin' niggas like they was wedding pictures Evidently, I'm gettin' richer, trickin' seven figures Ain't no difference when you see me or that's on television Chasin' a hundred million, baby, my natural ambition Boss All my life, that's on everything, yeah This forever, I put that on everything, yeah If I ever, I move onto better things I just copped a mansion for my son on everything, yeah All my life, that's on everything, yeah This forever, I put that on everything, yeah 'Cause if I ever, I move onto better things That's on my life, yeah yeah Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah yeah Matchin' condo, matchin' Rollie That's on everything (straight up) That's on my life, yeah, yeah Boy I took my life and bossed it up I took the risk, coin-tossed it up I just left work to work some more, I'm still a workaholic I done sacrificed it all, paid the dues and costs Life will test us all, let's see if we true or false I walk up to my fate and stare that shit in the face Hungry for the competition, bitch, get on my plate No mercy, no grace, I'm checkin' off my to-do list There's no room off in the schedule It's only room for improvement And I realized all I ever needed was in me, nigga S on my chest, boy, so shots can't even pinch me, nigga No substitute for me, but they gon' still tempt me, nigga God is in me, that's the only one who can end me, nigga And we seen more blessings than a Baptist Ebenezer My daddy says: "You got a good girl, she's a keeper." Boy, I'm a Caesar, I see shit and seize it Roc-A-Fella chain, but you can still get Ether'd Yeah, they don't really fuckin' feel me Man, but when you really run it they try and clip your Achilles' I'm on track to a billi', I got Khaled fuckin' with me That mean I got the Holy Key and got the key to the city, lil nigga All my life, that's on everything, yeah This forever, I put that on everything, yeah If I ever, I move onto better things I just copped a mansion for my son on everything, yeah All my life, that's on everything, yeah This forever, I put that on everything, yeah 'Cause if I ever, I move onto better things That's on my life, yeah yeah Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah yeah Matchin' condo, matchin' Rollie That's on everything (straight up) That's on my life, yeah, yeah

bad bitch

Got plenty money all I need is a bad bitch She ain't gotta have a dime, make her ass rich And all she gotta do its shut her damn mouth Suck a man dick and clean the damn house Got plenty money all I need is a bad bitch She ain't gotta have a dime, make her ass rich And all she gotta do is shut her damn mouth Suck a man dick and clean the damn house So you wanna a new car, and a new crib Watch her friend, ooh, now she know where you live Well all you gotta do to get it, support your man and mind your motherfucking business Don't get me wrong lady you deserve equal rights My mortgage fifty grand, give me twenty five, that car I drive two twenty five's So I deserve to get some head when you get inside If you like it going buy it I don't care about it But remember everything ain't for everybody You got problem shawty I don't wanna hear about it When I had a problem I had to go do two years bout it Hey you should get off your ass and become a college grad Ask what I already had, you deserve that Otherwise sweetie pie try them other guys Better find about a bad bitch before I find something fly Got plenty money all I need is a bad bitch She ain't gotta have a dime, make her ass rich And all she gotta do its shut her damn mouth Suck a man dick and clean the damn house Got plenty money all I need is a bad bitch She ain't gotta have a dime, make her ass rich And all she gotta do its shut her damn mouth Suck a man dick and clean the damn house Girl make room for a nigga that's on his way Appreciate the real and know a nigga ain't for that play Yeah I mention together like clay We got me north at the bay, yelling out ye, never a ye Hey you all I can tell it, like y'all taking the plea Stay with the G's and I ain't talking thugs ho Keep pussy flowing like tug boat Your money funny and I love jokes Girls cum fast when I lick slow And I'm so with that damn shit Ho better give me a damn show, Before I pull out in these bands bitch Clean up one with a bad bitch I land this, Diamond lane is my crew though At the shows all these hoes love piling up in my tudo Taking the shots like Cuzco, from the trizact so her crew know But if your ho ain't bragging then your dick is credo Got plenty money all I need is a bad bitch She ain't gotta have a dime, make her ass rich And all she gotta do its shut her damn mouth Suck a man dick and clean the damn house Got plenty money all I need is a bad bitch She ain't gotta have a dime, make her ass rich And all she gotta do its shut her damn mouth Suck a man dick and clean the damn house Hold up, beat it, shut that damn mouth hurry up and clean this damn house Ain't even need to pay rent but you still talking shit I'ma about to going, hell no All this Louie how could you be mad, ain't gotta do shit but stand up and be bad Now give her a pink hair plus twenty five for the pad, what if I say I need head? Would you be able to do a nigga that little favor? Quarter million green cash I'ma bust that I need that nut all I need is you in the kitchen To put crock legs in the pot Drop me and give me head on the spot And if you let me cum in your mouth you get a twenty grand knot Full caliente hot all this money in the back, bitch all that I got Got plenty money all I need is a bad bitch She ain't gotta have a dime, make her ass rich And all she gotta do its shut her damn mouth Suck a man dick and clean the damn house Got plenty money all I need is a bad bitch She ain't gotta have a dime, make her ass rich And all she gotta do its shut her damn mouth Suck a man dick and clean the damn house

so bad

Yeah, haha, you feel that, baby? Yeah, I feel it too, damn You know, I'm so glad we could spend this time together You see, I'm not as crazy as you thought I was, am I? I’m the American Dream I’m the definition of white trash ballin’ I’m right back on 'em with a *err-chick-err, chicka-chick* I can't call it, same shit, different toilet Oh, you got a nice ass, darling Can't wait to get you into my Benz, take you for a spin What you mean we ain't fuckin'? You take me for a friend? Let me tell you the whole story of Shady’s origin You'll be sorry if you slam my Mercedes door again Now, it all started with my father I must've got my pimpin' genes from him The way he left my momma I'm a rolling stone, just like him, word to Johnny Drama Keep my entourage with me, baby, I'll make a promise There ain't nobody as bomb as Me, I'm as calm as the breeze I'm the bee's knees, his legs, and his arms I'm a superstar, girl, I'm ready for you, mama Why you think the only thing I got on is my pajamas? I'm so bad, I'm so good that I’m so bad I guarantee I'll be the greatest thing you ever had 'Cause you ain't never met nobody like me And you ain't gonna wanna fuck nobody else again I'm so bad, I'm so good that I’m so bad I guarantee I'll be the greatest thing you ever had 'Cause you ain't never met nobody like me And you ain't gonna wanna fuck nobody else again I'm equivalent to a shot of Cuervo First I'll kiss your navel, work my way down Baby, you can lay down on the table But you may wanna find somethin' more stable I told you I ain't foolin' from the gate This ain't the first day of April But thank you for stayin', April I'ma make you learn to appreciate me, differentiate me From these phony, little fishy and sissy fake Gs Skip over the "huggy bear," and all the "kissy face," please Initiate phase three, missy, now service me Take another shot of Jäger, shakin' so nervously Take your time, baby, oh, you’re the bomb, baby Oh, you’re doing that even better than your mom, lady I told you why I’m Shady, you didn't listen now, did ya? Relax, woman, you know that I’m only kiddin' with ya Got a twisted sense of humor, it's warped, but I didn't hit ya I think you’re finally startin' to get the picture, I’m just... I'm so bad, I'm so good that I'm so bad I guarantee I'll be the greatest thing you ever had 'Cause you ain't never met nobody like me And you ain't gonna wanna fuck nobody else again I'm so bad, I'm so good that I'm so bad I guarantee I'll be the greatest thing you ever had 'Cause you ain't never met nobody like me And you ain't gonna wanna fuck nobody else again Call me dynamite, dynamite, dynamite, soul Call me dynamite, dynamite, dynamite, soul I can hold you in the morning But in the evening I gotta go 'Cause I'm on to the next girl And the next girl I kind of like, oh I got you caught up in the rapture, make you recapture The feelings you had for your last boyfriend before he slapped ya You never wanted someone so bad, you're Sweatin', but if I’m what you wanted Why’d you panic when I grabbed ya? Girl, don't be so frantic, I’m just a hopeless romantic Don't try to fight the feeling of somethin' that's so organic You can’t ignore it, so don't, just stand before it Just drop them panties to the floor, let’s get to camcordin' Damn, shawty, I told you this was bound to happen Soon as you wrote your number on the napkin I was bound to work a number on your back And throw your spine out of alignment My love has got you so blind that You couldn't pick Amy Winehouse out of a line-up So stop at the store, pick a pint up Let's get the pineapple Schnapps going, no one will knock 'Cause I'ma hang a sign up saying "Don't Disturb" Shawty, I'm so superb I say the right things, don't I spit the dopest words? I'm so bad, I'm so good that I'm so bad I guarantee I'll be the greatest thing you ever had 'Cause you ain't never met nobody like me And you ain't gonna wanna fuck nobody else again I'm so bad, I'm so good that I'm so bad I guarantee I'll be the greatest thing you ever had 'Cause you ain't never met nobody like me And you ain't gonna wanna fuck nobody else again Dynamite, dynamite, dynamite, soul Dynamite, dynamite, dynamite, soul I can hold you in the morning But in the evening I gotta go 'Cause I am on to the next girl And the next girl I kind of like, oh I'm so bad, I'm so good that I'm so bad I guarantee I'll be the greatest thing you ever had 'Cause you ain't never met nobody like me And you ain't gonna wanna fuck nobody else again Dr. Dre 2010 Lightyears ahead of you

i get money remix

I-I get I-I get I-I get money! I-I get money! Fuck I look, like coppin’ denim and tops? Niggas wanna book me, but they ain’t spendin’ no guap That’s why, I pull up to the curb, like fuck's the word? You know, I keep the twenty-two tucked, in the girdle Had to leak one of my bitches off, “Throop and Myrtle” Put the shells to your back, now they callin' you turtle See, if you wanna laugh, you can laugh But nigga, get my money, get my cash, get my math See everything’s funny 'til that ass gettin' trashed I'm getting dirty money, like my stash need a bath, see boys? If it don’t make cents, then it don’t make dollars When broke niggas holla, I just pop my collars The dope boys get it, yeah, the dope boys cool But, the white boys say, they be like, "Nicki’s rules!" Like, you got money, 'cause you’re sittin' on dubs Where your company, nigga where your pay stubs? Look I'm on the grind and I'm lookin' for the grub Fifty in the club, and we lookin' for the bub Talkin' 'bout you wanna enjoy me, first you gon’ Need to get a couple employees, get it? Get your money right, get your money right, right? Then you can bite, you know this something tight, tight You know I smoke bitches, I'mma need a light, light Coogi on my coochie, size three, white Nikes, (CHEA!) I get money, money I got I get money, money I got I get money, money I got I get money, money I got (I get it) I-I get money I got m-money I got, m-money I got I keep a fresh pair of sevens on

blessings

I had to learn a lesson, lose it all in a second I made it here that's the blessing, get the money not stressin' You better count yo' blessings, you better count yo' blessings You better count yo' blessings, you better count yo' blessings I had to learn a lesson, lose it all in a second I made it here that's the blessing, get the money not stressin' You better count yo' blessings, you better count yo' blessings You better count yo' blessings, you better count yo' blessings Thankin' God for the breakfast Pockets stuffed I got extras Your own friends they'll hate you Play a bitch like a Sega Gotta thank God for the dinner Neck on froze like the winter Broke niggas still runnin' they mouth Back then used to break in the house Look what these bitches a do Niggas hatin' on me too Know they see me in the coupe You better count yo' blessings I had to learn a lesson Bet she gon' call on me These bitches is all on me Can't forget about the struggle In the streets gotta get it ya hustle Walkin' red bottoms flexin' the muscle Yeah I gotta get it regardless Red bag bih run like a Harley In the kitchen I'ma whip it the hardest Bring it back to the trap where it started I had to learn a lesson, lose it all in a second I made it here that's the blessing, get the money not stressin' You better count yo' blessings, you better count yo' blessings You better count yo' blessings, you better count yo' blessings I had to learn a lesson, lose it all in a second I made it here that's the blessing, get the money not stressin' You better count yo' blessings, you better count yo' blessings You better count yo' blessings, you better count yo' blessings I was jugging in a Lexus Bitches switch up in a second I pull up in a i8, she blowin' up my i7 Yeah my red bottoms drippin' the wrong way Thank God for a new day Goyard on the suitcase I'm in her mouth like toothpaste Workin' hard and I'm flexin' Big diamonds on my necklace Yo' boyfriend he drivin' a Lexus I stack the money like Tetris Fuck her one time and it's over shit She jumped in my sofa She thick so I'm bendin' it over Yea, I like to trap with the bakin' soda Get it out the dirt You can make it but you gotta work Puttin' money in my grandma purse She pray for me sunday at church Say a prayer shoutout to my haters Workin' hard I got new paper My hoes be comin' in flavors I told that bitch I'm a player I had to learn a lesson, lose it all in a second I made it here that's the blessing, get the money not stressin' You better count yo' blessings, you better count yo' blessings You better count yo' blessings, you better count yo' blessings I had to learn a lesson, lose it all in a second I made it here that's the blessing, get the money not stressin' You better count yo' blessings, you better count yo' blessings You better count yo' blessings, you better count yo' blessings

special effects album art track list

Track List1. The Procedure (Intro) 2. Aw Yeah? (InterVENTion) 3. Lacrimosa 4. Condolences (Skit) 5. On the Bible (feat. T.I. & Zuse) 6. Shroud (feat. Krizz Kaliko) 7. More Psycho Messages (Skit) 8. Psycho Bitch III (feat. Hopsin) 9. Wither (feat. Corey Taylor) 10. Dead Alive (Skit) 11. Hood Go Crazy (feat. 2 Chainz & B.o.B) 12. Bass Ackwards (feat. Lil Wayne, Yo Gotti & Big Scoob) 13. No K (feat. E-40 & Krizz Kaliko) 14. Countdown (Skit) 15. Speedom (Wwc2) 16. Give It All (feat. Audio Push & Krizz Kaliko) 17. Yates (feat. Marcus Yates) 18. M T M D (Skit) 19. A Certain Comfort (feat. Kate Rose) 20. Burn It Down (feat. Ryan Bradley) 21. Life Sentences (feat. Krizz Kaliko, Joey Cool & Gee Watts) 22. Dyin’ Flyin’ (feat. Krizz Kaliko) 23. Worldly Angel 24. Roadkill (feat. Excision) Deluxe Version 25. Anti (feat. Krizz Kaliko & Band of Psychos) 26. Young Dumb Full of Fun (feat. Ces Cru & Mackenzie O'Guin) Album Art

under the sun

("I had a dream") That's funny I had a dream myself ("Of a wide-open prairie") How's e'rybody feelin out there? Aight? ("I had a dream") E'rybody doing good, e'rybody good? ("Of the pale morning sky") Me myself, I'm doin great, couldn't be better ("And we were the same, just the same") I mean I got problems like everybody else but I mean They great problems though ("You and I") Taha! I'm just talking shit I had a dream - of the wide open prairie I had a dream - of the pale morning sky And we were the same - just the same - you an' I We are like birds of a feather We are two hearts joined together We will be forever as one My brother under the sun Mic check, mic check, mic check, mic check Mic check, 1, 2, 1, 2 Old head said reality is fake and fake's the new real Nothing prescribed to me, but taking a few pills Ain't trying to be the dude that's raising the blue steal Vic's help me escape, they give me a new feel Unedited, ay'day is a newsreel, some cake and a few bills Honestly, all it'll take is a few mill (for what?) For me not to have to portray no true skill (but!) But lemme just watch what I say, the truth kills (So) Be careful what you wish for If I'm totally ignored, I might withdraw I used to be pissed off, piss poor Money Chris Paul, (it was) like this short It was kinda hard to get the whole puzzle working with half a jigsaw I got mine, let me help you get yours without getting ripped off I left a trail nigga, follow it And when it's gone, make a new one, don't remodel shit Oh! We are like birds of a feather We are two hearts joined together We will be forever as one My brother under the sun Make your own motherfucking footsteps nigga, don't follow mine! Huh!? I got great problems though, my problems are good! L-Look, look, look New suit, dude nervous (what else?) Old case, new judge, new verdict (what else?) A new outcome like somebody reversed it (I mean I'm) I feel like I'm a new man, a new purpose (Oh!) It's like a nigga ain't feeling so worthless Kneel down and worship, all them years was worth it So when he opened his mouth, I was stunned He said, You can't deny man his son. Be clear So if he wanna be there, you let him be there Be fair, I mean, I can see he wants to be near I can see that he cares I'll lock your ass up you don't oblige, beware. (I mean it) She stared, she scared My lil dude always get the world from me And you want him to have the world, just not from me Back like I never left, was never forced away Got nothing more to say. Oh! We are like birds of a feather We are two hearts joined together We will be forever as one My brother under the sun When I see you I'm disgusted (nigga!) Can't believe I was ever in love wit (nigga!) Must've been dusted, cause you look like shit All these years, they ain't done you no justice. (Look at'chu!) I mean you all fucked up, can't get cash Still bitter over a past you can't get passed. (Huh?!) Just sad, get mad cause my bitch bad Ay'day she switch heels, switch bags. (Whoa!) It's like we living on a dock nigga, big pad You can't afford a deposit on my closet. (Not even) Since you, all I ever known was fly shit Unfortunately, you ain't fitting that logic Cause you're much less Sometimes you gotta stand by your failures to recognize your success Still, I'll be the bigger man and wish her all the best While knowing she'll never get it So why would she ever quit it, it's ridiculous We are like birds of a feather We are two hearts joined together We will be forever as one My brother under the sun

really really

Diamonds really diamonds And I'm shining bright ‘cause I'm really grindin' They ask me if I'm real, I say, "Is you serious?" My daughter gon' love this bitch here All my diamonds shine ‘cause they really diamonds Bad bitches in line, they be really trying They ask me if I'm high, I say, "Really really" Got money on my mind, I say, "Really really" I look like I been ballin' ‘cause I'm really ballin' I won't apologize, I'm not really sorry They ask me if I'm lyin', I say, "Really really" I'm really out my mind, I say, "Really really" Really really Make 'em believe, I made 'em believe A lyrical song writer and he can sing Bringing in money like raking in leaves I was just trying to get paper to sneeze Achoo, that was a blessing She special to you, I don't look at her special Actually, I treat her regular Not being seen, we not making no spectacle Gates had her first then he gave her to Kevin All the above, we do all the et cetera Scared of the feds, had to switch up my cellular He talking reckless, don't call me back ever Passing through Gardere to holler at Glover Shout out to Black, shout out to Cedric Grey Monte Carlo, cocaine 911 Just hollered at Trav, I'm like the Reverend My section ridiculous, watch where you steppin' Pockets on indigent, can't be too careful Steve like 'em tall and when they yellow Broke and in college, fresh with low mileage I like 'em black, pretty white teeth Body unique, booty on fleek Jhené Aiko, chewing her cheeks Groceries, please, you know that was me All my diamonds shine ‘cause they really diamonds Bad bitches in line, they be really trying They ask me if I'm high, I say, "Really really" Got money on my mind, I say, "Really really" I look like I been ballin' ‘cause I'm really ballin' I won't apologize, I'm not really sorry They ask me if I'm lyin', I say, "Really really" I'm really out my mind, I say, "Really really" Really really Diving be treacherous (Swim) Pray to God that don't nobody mess with us (Him) Keep it strong in case anyone testing us Right or wrong, if it's this, you don't mess with it When yo' bitch over here I don't mess with her No detective work, I don't be questioning Where she been, trying to read all of her messages I don't speak on no man, that's irregular Take her phone, disconnectin' her cellular What you need that for undressin' her? What you need that for caressin' her? Spreading her legs 'bout to pleasure her Pulling her hair from the back, go to pressin' her Trying to see who tap first, made a bet with her Relationship flaking, no eczema She catching feelings, she say we inseparable Oyster Perpetual, it's not a replica Mustang GT in the streets, smoking vegetables Trunk in the front, do it make me a elephant? I really really put syrup in my beverages Shopping in Beverly, check out my etiquette Loving my swag, women tailor keep checking it Carats, they glisten in all of my necklaces Feeling myself, really thought it was evident All my diamonds shine ‘cause they really diamonds Bad bitches in line, they be really trying They ask me if I'm high, I say, "Really really" Got money on my mind, I say, "Really really" I look like I been ballin' ‘cause I'm really ballin' I won't apologize, I'm not really sorry They ask me if I'm lyin', I say, "Really really" I'm really out my mind, I say, "Really really" Really really Really really Really really

early morning hiatus

Paradise, Imagination Imagine a spacing where my thoughts become illuminated But what's that motivation, probably being the most hated But hatred can be your downfall into most places The highest ark get destroy by water, cocaine Daddys, able body fathers, why bother? I see corruption on every fucking street corner How would i start my morning? Grab a bag of weed, and inhale and exhale as i fill my soul Holy smoke Matthew couldn't see this indo Before info with this nympho I would assure my innocence and become a rebel militant Gather like Kindle but in fact just thoughts of sixteen year old boy In the immature world in filled with diamonds and pearls Infused by the government and domestic girls Come take a tour of no mans land and No man in the body of ice created by cold shoulders Given to you in life Taking shots of penicillin to cure the fear this ride....right It's amazing It's amazing It's amazing What's reality to you my friend Tune the picture your frequencies And come into this early hiatus (Hiatus) Early hiatus (Hiatus) Early hiatus (Hiatus) Early hiatus (Hiatus) Pondering from situations Relaxing this meditation I'm just saying ventilation But in fact, you people that said i slack Surrounded by your body of egotistic go-getters That would do anything to go green and see that pussy wetter How we taught to live as one but have our own agendas Black on Black crime prime time while we sitting here Worrying about each others wife trife niggas owing And we fucking still paying rent How them other niggas thinking large and I'm still thinking bout sex Balancing my thirteen chakras understand this bet With the man up just let my guardians take me to this hiatus The pearly gates of this far fetched land debating These scholars on they intellect seeing through my polar vision Often makes you tense well lets get past the fact they off they step Taking meals for sixteen years how you gon tell me bout this shit Now tell me why ignorance is fucking bliss

owen

Dumb white fuck, scum from the jump Trash from the dump, every limb stay numb 35 blunts and the sun ain't up I don't need to rush and you ain't gotta wait up Either way uhm, I'ma make way up while you coming to the finish You will see me splitting ribbons, really wish that they were kidding When they say that I be killin' but they mean it, bitch I put it down, you couldn't even leave it, couldn't lay it, I'm archaic I'm the fire in the basement, I'm the bomb in the attic I'm your heart when its racing, stone cold theme song when I really get it going Mick Foley car crash, droppin like owen RIP to the blue fucking blazer And fuck the people behind the scenes that didn't make sure it was safer

hello

Late to my own release party man I'm tore up and I'm plastered Sorta happy I ain't blow up any faster Now I'm wishing it would slow up, let me capture Experiences, while I grow up as a bachelor Makin skrilla while I'm traveling the atlas When it comes to raps they can't touch me like a cactus Everything from this point backwards was practice Now I'm making classics, and sleeping with an actress I guess I just wasn't doing what the rest was Even if it meant they always used to show me less love Now it's always shows at the best clubs The best parties, best girls and the best drugs See a deal is what a dummy runs after DIY swag bet your business comes faster I started at the floor, now I'm living on tour You appreciate it more, when the money comes after The hard work and dedication it requires My flow is even hotter than the air inside dryers With a match under A&R's chairs making fires Tryna cash a check to satisfy my desires Crops taste better when you harvest them yourself They talk a lot but you should be the hardest on yourself And my only advice, is take a look inside the mirror Stop rapping now if you don't see an artist in yourself What's the difference between me and you? About 5 beats a day for 3 summers on 2 CPUs Tryna catch a space ship to the moon I know what I been working for is coming so soon Everyday I'm gettin money burnin' good tree Life is turning into everything it should be Never ever slowing down why would we? Life is turning into everything it should be

underwear

*Coughs* Ahem, yeah Melancholy cool Melancholy cool Matthew McConaughey On a money mission, tryna get it Split it with all of my hombres Boy, the revolution underway (on the way?) No, it's underway (under where?) Hah, bitch you said underwear, alright, yeah, yeah, yeah He said underwear, that's so stupid I don't really like the fuckin' riddle But if it's an issue, then let's address it, I got other shit to tend to Really with the pen, I'm an issue But it's not what you saying, it's what you thinking on your mental Never diss you, never did shoot, well never could prove My young niggas pull incredible moves Get off the couch, get money like the Everest dude The world tough, boy, don't get beheaded You damn right, I could've never better said it Melancholy cool Matthew McConaughey On a money mission, tryna get it Split it with all of my hombres Boy, the revolution underway (on the way?) No, it's underway (under where?) He said underwear, that's so stupid Hah, bitch you said underwear, alright, yeah, yeah, yeah Well, again! Tryna make a little meal ticket Put a mil' on a house and crib House of cards, house of broads, get it in how you live How the fam? How the kids, little son? Getting big, that's your chick? Oh shit "I wanna be like you when I get older I wanna try the baking and soda And coke with the cola and dope with the odor" Damn, shit It look like I gotta bust heads like bruh said, nigga suspect And I don't play muh'fuckin nut check, this a gut check After I done killed y'all, I'ma hit your bitch up and have a slut fest No Morris Chestnut, bitch nut chest Leave the nigga in the past where the dust is This a 100 round drum, nigga duck this! Melancholy cool Matthew McConaughey On a money mission, tryna get it Split it with all of my hombres Boy, the revolution underway (on the way?) No, it's underway (under where?) Hah, bitch you said underwear, alright, yeah, yeah, yeah He said underwear, that's so stupid Melancholy cool, Matthew McConaughey Leonardo too, you know what I'ma say I'ma make a move, get to it andale Over and under pay, stunt like my mama say I don't really like the fuckin' riddle So if it's an issue then let's address it like salad, come on, let us Burger wanna beef with a king, come on Checkers Check us, chickity check yourself before you wreck yo' Niggas slap and dap hands and let the TEC go Disrespectful shit like that, I don't regret tho My nigga just got locked up two Fridays ago Play the McConaughey, now he out of that hoe Fuck the streets, we done conquered divided that hoe Block shots, I am Vlade Divac in this hoe With a '9 cocked screaming, "Hypocrisy though" Finna wild in this hoe, finna wild in this hoe! Melancholy cool Matthew McConaughey On a money mission, tryna get it Split it with all of my hombres Boy the revolution underway (on the way?) No, it's underway (under where?) Underwear, yeah, yeah, yeah Damn, everything is underway Melancholy cool Matthew McConaughey On a money mission, tryna get it Split it with all of my hombres Boy the revolution underway, on the way? Nah, it's underway, under where? Over there, yeah, yeah, yeah Melancholy cool Matthew McConaughey, yeah, yeah, yeah

the space between

Everybody's on the wall Waiting on some alcohol Nobody here wants to talk No one's on the dance floor I don't plan on leaving soon How 'bout we switch up the mood? I really like your attitude So why don't we take the leap? Live in the moment with me Live in the space between Live in the moment with me Live in the space between (space between) I been a lot of places Seen a lot of faces I can feel the mood shift So why don't we take the leap? Live in the moment with me Live in the space between (space between) Live in the moment with me Live in the space between (space between) Live in the moment with me Live in the space between Live in the moment with me Live in the space between (space between) Come together Everyone show some love Have some fun, have some fun Come together Everyone, everyone Show some love Have some fun, have some fun Live in the space between Live in the space between Live in the space between Someone take my hand Make you understand Live in the moment with me Live in the moment with me Live in the space between (space between) Live in the moment with me Live in the space between (space between) Live in, live in, live in

wonderland

Flashing lights, and we Took a wrong turn, and we Fell down a rabbit hole You held on tight to me 'Cause nothing's as it seems And spinning out of control Didn't they tell us don't rush into things? Didn't you flash your green eyes at me? Haven't you heard what becomes of curious minds? Ooh, didn't it all seem new and exciting? I felt your arms twistin' around me I should have slept with one eye open at night We found Wonderland You and I got lost in it And we pretended it could last forever (ey, ey) We found Wonderland You and I got lost in it And life was never worse but never better (ey, ey) (Ey, ey, ey, ey, ey) In Wonderland (Ey, ey, ey, ey, ey) In Wonderland (Ey, ey, ey, ey, ey) In Wonderland (Ey, ey, ey, ey, ey) In Wonderland So we went on our way Too in love to think straight All alone, or so it seemed But there was strangers watching And whispers turned to talking And talking turned to screams, oh Didn't they tell us don't rush into things? Didn't you flash your green eyes at me? Didn't you calm my fears with a Cheshire cat smile? Ooh, didn't it all seem new and exciting? I felt your arms twistin' around me It's all fun and games 'til somebody loses their mind But darlin' We found Wonderland You and I got lost in it And we pretended it could last forever (ey, ey) We found Wonderland You and I got lost in it And life was never worse but never better (ey, ey) (Ey, ey, ey, ey, ey) In Wonderland (Ey, ey, ey, ey, ey) In Wonderland (Ey, ey, ey, ey, ey) In Wonderland (Ey, ey, ey, ey, ey) Whoa, in Wonderland I reached for you, but you were gone I knew I had to go back home You searched the world for something else To make you feel like what we had And in the end, in Wonderland We both went mad Oh We found Wonderland You and I got lost in it And we pretended it could last forever Last forever (ey, ey) We found Wonderland You and I got lost in it (got lost in it) And life was never worse but never better Never better (ey, ey) (Ey, ey, ey, ey, ey) We found Wonderland You and I got lost in it (Ey, ey, ey, ey, ey) And we pretended it could last forever (in Wonderland) (Ey, ey, ey, ey, ey) We found Wonderland You and I got lost in it (Ey, ey, ey, ey, ey) And life was never worse but never better In Wonderland

still movin

If it ain't my time then who time is it? Easily puttin' in that work, I'm on a mission What you twistin'? Got it twisted It's the 90s in this bitch, you betta listen (Listen) Is you funkin' with my clique? Make a decision Don't you get it? We still movin' Movin' (Movin') Movin' (Movin') Movin' (Movin') Movin' (Movin') Movin' (Movin') Independent livin' and we still movin' Movin' (Movin') Movin' (Movin') Movin' (Movin') Movin' (Movin') Movin' (Movin') Tell me who the fuck gon' stop us now? (Stop us now) That lil' nigga Dizzy finally getting noticed, huh? Out of all these rappers that nigga the only one I should diss cuz and style on 'em But that nigga put in that work, I'm kinda proud of 'em That's why I represent for my town (My town) Niggas hate like I'm fake as shit Workin' my ass off so niggas know that there's more to the city than the Vegas strip Who else puttin' on like I? D to the I double Z, Y (Right?) T-T-The voice of the 702 But I heard the nigga goin' worldwide (God damn) Thank God for the folks that'll see my growth Hookah lounges and competitions Learnin' the game, I done learn things Personalities is optimistic E-E-Everybody want some shit Home girl want the dick I don't want the bitch (Right) I'm on tour tryna get to the fans God damn, I'm plannin' my ownership Why? 'Cause Vegas is my stompin' ground You visit here, we stomp around Chump, sit down You couldn't get love if you was underground You fixed your money, couldn't fix it, bitch, you better dumb it down Pullin' in a crowd Still movin', who gonna hold me down? (Damn) If it ain't my time then who time is it? Easily puttin' in that work, I'm on a mission What you twistin'? Got it twisted It's the 90s in this bitch, you betta listen (Listen) Is you funkin' with my clique? Make a decision Don't you get it? We still movin' Movin' (Movin') Movin' (Movin') Movin' (Movin') Movin' (Movin') Movin' (Movin') Independent livin' and we still movin' Movin' (Movin') Movin' (Movin') Movin' (Movin') Movin' (Movin') Movin' (Movin') Tell me who the fuck gon' stop us now? (Stop us now) Yo, fuck what all these niggas say Illustrate my illest ways Let me demonstrate Dim the lights and eat your dinner plate You ain't learned the first lesson Yeah, you kinda rap good but you ain't got the work ethic Niggas got it fucked up Coast to coast with my hopes up Real shit, no backpack don't cut Niggas want what? (Niggas want what?) To be strong, on top why they on us? I got plans for the world (Plans for the world) Prayer hands for the world We gonna reach to the music (To the music) Preach with a beat leashed to it Don't stick with it if you can't stick to it It's a motherfucking shame Oh, its a motherfucking shame How we rap in God name in vein (Vein) To confess our pains (Pains) I know we need change but shit Niggas need water in hell Oh well, can't fail (Can't fail) Try to help the world and they pull back We the niggas that should rap Matter of fact, I'm stomping on this hater face Break away to save the day I don't pop mollys I just wake and bake on a day to day Niggas try to hold me back but but I had to make a way 'Cause when you about your business that's just something they can't take away (Way-way-way) If it ain't my time then who time is it? Easily puttin' in that work, I'm on a mission What you twistin'? Got it twisted It's the 90s in this bitch, you betta listen (Listen) Is you funkin' with my clique? Make a decision Don't you get it? We still movin' Movin' (Movin') Movin' (Movin') Movin' (Movin') Movin' (Movin') Movin' (Movin') Independent livin' and we still movin' Movin' (Movin') Movin' (Movin') Movin' (Movin') Movin' (Movin') Movin' (Movin') Tell me who the fuck gon' stop us now? (Stop us now) Yo, kick that nigga right in his face If he in your space. you better let him have it I told myself I was gon' be cool Act a fool and I won't be lasting So I just let it go (Let it go) Young and professional (Professional) Eating these edibles (Edibles) Poppin' on planes off a plane As soon as I land I know where to aim Look, I feel that I've been misconceived I see them looking but is they listening? Really it don't really matter if I smoke this weed 'Cause it's my life and it ain't your business Now it's time that I find my balance Don't talk about me, talk about my talent You ain't talking shit if you don't talk rapping You a critic that's the size of a cricket, damn I told them I'm ready and willing (Willing) Work hard every day that's a given (Given) If you giving you living you helping your niggas I feel ya 'cause I do the same (Same) But you ain't talked to your god in a minute (In a minute) And you stuck in some kinda position (Position) Only geting on your knees when a problem existing I feel like you should be ashamed So now I'm stomping 'cause I'm aggravated I ain't with the procrastinating Pussy, you a pussy I think I seen you selling ass in Vegas Living out my imagination I’m finna shock half the nation Call me mister half man, half amazin' Hoe If it ain't my time then who time is it? Easily puttin' in that work, I'm on a mission What you twistin'? Got it twisted It's the 90s in this bitch, you betta listen (Listen) Is you funkin' with my clique? Make a decision Don't you get it? We still movin' Movin' (Movin') Movin' (Movin') Movin' (Movin') Movin' (Movin') Movin' (Movin') Independent livin' and we still movin' Movin' (Movin') Movin' (Movin') Movin' (Movin') Movin' (Movin') Movin' (Movin') Tell me who the fuck gon' stop us now? (Stop us now)

short

I always wanted to be a rich nigga Thug in me still travel with a stick, nigga Bolts of the dope, get you fixed, nigga Pull up in that Jet Li and make it kick niggas Your bitch in love with a boss I'm interceptin' her, Randy Moss Real niggas don't pillow talk Snitch niggas lifes on chalk I'm lookin' for the dope man, tell him pull up on me Ridin' in that Ferrari, actin' fuckin' dorky Big ass banana clip, actin' fuckin' monkey The hollows in this .45 are chunky Black chopper on me but the beam on it so red Sell a human to a shark and some dope to a coke head You were runnin' around these streets, nigga, you were so scared I got all my ice on, Kool-Aid, man, oh yeah So wavy I can float boats, gettin' off of dope smokes You fake ass niggas, I can't take this shit no more I'm down like some Low Pros, cookin' like it's four stoves Floyd Mayweather, chopper givin' niggas low blow I always wanted to be a rich nigga Thug in me still travel with a stick, nigga Bolts of the dope, get you fixed, nigga Pull up in that Jet Li and make it kick niggas Your bitch in love with a boss I'm interceptin' her, Randy Moss Real niggas don't pillow talk Snitch niggas lifes on chalk Residue up in my nail, weigh that weight up by the scale Send those packs out through the mail Send them bags off through the mail High as hell, so poured a 12, prayin' I don't go to jail When them bitches fuckin' land, I'ma cop a fucking Lam' When I'm done with the grams, I might cop a AMG That's all money goin', bitch, I got a tre on me And we get 'em by the pint, I'ma pour a 8 at least And we get 'em by the pint, I'ma pour a 8 at least I always wanted to be a rich nigga Thug in me still travel with a stick, nigga Bolts of the dope, get you fixed, nigga Pull up in that Jet Li and make it kick niggas Your bitch in love with a boss I'm interceptin' her, Randy Moss Real niggas don't pillow talk Snitch niggas lifes on chalk

spit your game

Notorious Spit your game, talk your shit Grab your gat (Uuuuuu) Spit your game, talk your shit Grab your gat (Uuuuuu) (Swizzie!, Swizzie!) Spit your game, talk your shit(Y'all ready?) Grab your gat Call your clique Spit your game, talk your shit Grab your gat Call your clique (Where Brooklyn at? Hey, King of New York B.I.G., Twista, Bone) Squeeze your clip, hit the right one Pass that weed I got to light one Squeeze your clip Hit the right one Pass that weed I got to light one Spit your game, talk your shit, Grab your gat, call your clique Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks (come on) Squeeze your clip, hit the right one (come on) Pass that weed I gotsta light one (come on) Squeeze your clip Hit the right one (come on) Pass that weed I got to light one (Uuuuuu) Armed and dangerous, ain't too many can bang with us Straight up weed no angel dust, label us Notorious Thug ass niggas that love to bust, it's strange to us Y'all niggas be scrambling, gambling Up in restaurants with mandolins, and violins We just sitting here trying to win, trying not to sin High off weed and lots of gin So much smoke need oxygen, steadily counting them Benjamins Nigga you should too, if you knew, what this game'll do to you Been in this shit since '92 Look at all the bullshit I been through Sure caught beef with you know who Fucked a few female stars or two Nigga, blue light, nigga, move like Mike, shit Not to be fucked with Motherfucker better duck quick, cause Me and my dogs love to buck shit Fuck the luck shit, strictly aim No aspirations to quit the game Spit yo' game, talk yo' shit Grab yo' gat, call yo' clique Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one Pass that weed, I got to light one All them niggas I got ta fight one All them hoes I got ta like one Our situation is a tight one Whatcha gonna do, fight or run? Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks (come on) Squeeze your clip, hit the right one (come on) Pass that weed I got to light one (come on) Squeeze your clip Hit the right one (come on) Pass that weed I got to light one (Uuuuuu) Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks (come on) Squeeze your clip, hit the right one (come on) Pass that weed I got to light one (come on) Squeeze your clip Hit the right one (come on) Pass that weed I got to light one (Uuuuuu) (Ladies and gentlemen, Twista) Making money, living marvelous In God we trust Don't too many niggas wanna start with us Got big guns in the cars with us Bust at any motherfucker acting hard with us They really wanna show you what a G.I.B I'd rather be sipping Remy in V.I.P We can hear the music and that'll be by me Twista with the legendary nigga B.I.G (Uuuuu) Brooklyn to K-Town, when you checking out the flow You know it's gon' reign with persistence Two legends on the same track, two different planes of existence Let's get it cracking, I love to bust flows Hit it from the back cause I love to fuck ho Do it for the city, I love Chicago Calico's bumping, I love to bust dough (Jeeesus) You think you could spit on the mic like you Biggie and flow just as steady as I Shit, it's real, you know you love em, you ain't got Ready To Die Life After Death, give it to you however you want it nigga Got it, they got ya, give it to you, however you want it nigga, Huuuu Cause the shit it get deep So I carry big heat Screaming "come and get me" Twista and Biggie on the Swizz Beat (Swizzie) Free mils, I love to make one All these cars, I love to ride one All these hoes, I love to cut one A tribute to Big, I love to bust one Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks (come on) Squeeze your clip, hit the right one (come on) Pass that weed I gotsta light one (come on) Squeeze your clip Hit the right one (come on) Pass that weed I got to light one (Uuuuuu) Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks (come on) Squeeze your clip, hit the right one (come on) Pass that weed I gotsta light one (come on) Squeeze your clip Hit the right one (come on) Pass that weed I got to light one (Uuuuuu) (Them Bone boys is back! Them Bone boys is back! Let's go) In the middle of it I'mma Bring niggas more drama then they baby mamas Nigga wanna battle I'mma bomb ya One man, but attack like a pack of piranhas Like terracotta, niggas always ready for the war But they really don't wanna see a nigga though We can get em in a minute then we finish with the venom of the rhythm of a nigga with a sick-o-flow Doing it with Swizz, oh no! You niggas is in some trouble Somebody better call po-po, it's gonna be murder when I get to serving them verbally (Yeah!) Nigga y'all heard of me Wig splitter, killer nigga, word to me And I'm classic like Bird and Magic with a tactic to snatch his rep back and stack some platinum Dumping on them at random With the bullets I brand them Fitting to hold the game ransom, running up in your mansion, cash demanding, flashing cannons (Let's go) Niggas ain't ready for this one cause (C'mon) I'm on a mission to get even better believe it I'm heavily heated, it's easy to see me If you want to see me, let that be the reason (C'mon, B.I.G.!) Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks (come on) Squeeze your clip, hit the right one (come on) Pass that weed I gotsta light one (come on) Squeeze your clip Hit the right one (come on) Pass that weed I got to light one (Uuuuuu) Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks (come on) Squeeze your clip, hit the right one (come on) Pass that weed I gotsta light one (come on) Squeeze your clip Hit the right one (come on) Pass that weed I got to light one (Uuuuuu) (Notorious! Notourious!) You just heard the sounds of the King of New York B.I.G. (B.I.G.) There's only one crown

jordan diddy

Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Jordan Diddy Jordan Diddy (Eskimo,The coolest DJ in the world) (Baaaad Boyyy) Jordan Diddy Jor-Diddy Aye, I'm Michael Jordan bitch in every city (Every city) I'm making movies think I'm P Diddy (p.diddy) I'm balling hard I'm fucking spanish bitches (spanish bitches) I got a main girl and a mistress Jordan Diddy Jordan Diddy (Movie!) Jordan Diddy Jordan Diddy (Turn up) (Baaaad Boyyy) I'm in the club shooting jump shots Don't you mugg might just get shot I'm M.V.P I'm F.L.Y I'm out yo league They come in dark skin, white, spanish japanese (Combo) Light skin girls wanna join the nigga team (Come Here) Money, power and respect (puff) I got everything Michael Jordan status nigga I got six rings All about the benjamins (Cool) I'm on the world tour Free band, my apparel and I rock couture (New Brand) I'm in the chi with the killers like Chicago Bulls (Im good) Strapped up in the club like Shyne and dem Bad boy, future got spanish bitches,eyeing him (Mamacita) Jump shot, jump shot, throw some 1's nigga Zone six, niggas get money like Harlem niggas (Harlem!) Aye, I'm Michael Jordan bitch in every city (Every city) I'm making movies think I'm P Diddy (p.diddy)(MOVIE!) I'm balling hard all I fuck is bad bitches (spanish bitches) I got a main girl and a mistress Jordan Diddy Jordan Diddy Jordan Diddy Jordan Diddy I'm in the club shooting jump shots Don't you mugg might just get shot I'm rolling strong weed inside the Phantom (LOUD) I'm just a street nigga from Atlanta (Straight up) We put the codeine inside a fanta (Syrupp) And we got big bags nigga, no santa (Check) I did a spinning move with the fork (Cook Up) Now I'm making plays in New York (Take Off) They sayin future you gon' cross over? I'm a hundred millionaire, I went a little over I fell in love with a Puerto Rican (J-Lo) I'm a king, that's way they treat me (Im God Nigga) I've got five different mistress (Join Em) I'm laying up with my white bitch Aye, I'm Michael Jordan bitch in every city (Every city) I'm making movies think I'm P Diddy (p.diddy)(MOVIE!) I'm balling hard all I fuck is bad bitches (spanish bitches)(take that) I got a main girl and a mistress Jordan Diddy Jordan Diddy Jordan Diddy Jordan Diddy (Turn Up) I'm in the club shooting jump shots (SWISH) Don't you mug might just get shot Verse 3: Gucci Mane] (Go!) My money taller than Bill Cartwright I'm rocking Michael Jordan's but I think I'm Michael Knight Ugh, young P Diddy in my city mane (Puff Daddy!) I'm shooting jump shots live in magic city mane (Swishh) Ugh, I got more blocks than Mutombo Two hoes that look like J Lo In my condo (Wow) Shotout my accountant Cause I need some help to count it The ferrari loud, I went and mount it first day out the county (County) Like MJ, I'm a team player So I'mma fuck her friends too (Woooww) I go in like a curfew Don't Let me fuck around and murk you (Nyeaaahhh) Front rims are twenty one's Back rims are twenty two (Catch Up!) Top drop in East Atlanta and it's painted North Carolina blue (Its Gucci!) Aye, I'm Michael Jordan bitch in every city (Every city) I'm making movies think I'm P Diddy (p.diddy)(MOVIE!) I'm balling hard I'm Fucking Spanish Bitches I got a main girl and a mistress Jordan Diddy Jordan Diddy Jordan Diddy Jordan Diddy (Turn Up) I'm in the club shooting jump shots Don't you mug might just get shot

sacrifice

You've watched so many people die now (x2) Sacrifice: to some, it is just a word To others it is a code (Yo) What matters is the colony (Take ya'll motherfuckers to war, what what) He's willing to live for the colony To fight for the colony, to die for the colony (Yo, yo, yo) Witness the art of combat The center is where the bombs at It's illegal for the feeble to see beyond that Upon that, cyanide gases, sentinel dent through ya ventricle with nine axes Time lapses, we on with, brutal and terrible conflict bomb shit You gone quick- on a mission to meet your savior A pitchfork through your bitch-heart, Castlevania Slayin ya'- we blaze all men And storm through Allah battlefield with suede Timbs The ra-ven {raven screech} who made men eyeless Blinds evil, like a needle through the eye of Osirus My vibrance will span to Negril With the violence of Hamburger Hill, to kill What, what "To the depths I dive- I dive" {*scratched: sacrifice *} The grains of my fingerprints rub against mics like match flints Burn slow like Dutchmaster hits Enter trenches of arms, the Paragon spawn Your body's carried and dropped like surrogate moms Sad realities for those that battle me Find enemy beats, awaken my sacred force of alchemy A jaded man, never follows Allah's plan Rises for sacrifice like Isaac to Abraham Expect wildness from Heaven's exiles Coming outta my shells like metal projectiles Connect soldiers by straight edges, you're left headless Severed by the line then bisected your necklace Dreadnaut leaving tread marks from lead shots Silence your voice box, with infrared dots Your optics, forced to watch raw torture Therapeutic, combining your pores with iron straws "To the depths I dive- I dive" {*continuous scratching until the end: sacrifice *} You know the fuckin deal The hunter has now become the hunted, motherfucker Jedi Minds, severing your spine What's the fuckin deal, what's the fuckin deal You will be consumed by your own fire, motherfucker I know you will all do your duty "To the depths I dive- I dive" Jedi Minds banging you in the face 2G's Fuck all y'all I am proud to send you into battle

spazz

D. Brooks Exclusive We took hella losses Sat at the round table with hella bosses I had to leave niggas alone who double-crossed me Take care the situation if you cross me, uh You know I just wanna spazz You know I need money fast All blue cheese, I need my cash Play with me then that's your ass, yeah Bro 'nem be trippin', they smokin' on gas, yeah Nigga be sneaky, he smoke his own guys, yeah If he do, don't be surprised, yeah Looked the devil in his eyes Two or three chokers, I'm chokin' myself You want a handout, you lookin' for help Your son be watchin' you, he tryna take your steps He wanna be just like you, he hope you don't get killed, yeah yeah I might finger your bitch with a three point ring We up on the opps on a ten point lead I'm for real about it Niggas 'round me, I'll kill about 'em I told Pluto I can't live without him Now I gotta live without him These niggas finesse, they come around, I need two, three pills out 'em I know three niggas fucked up, locked up, they need like three bills out you You told a bitch you gon' kill me, I don't know how to feel around you You know he told, his heart is cold, and he still around you You'd give them niggas anything and they still'll down you I'll give my family anything to keep 'em smiling Bitch-made, bitch-made, snitch K, snitch K I be hopin' for them better days Cash out, nigga, fuck good grades No mics She say I can't get nothin' 'til I better my grades I won't say no no more, I'ma give you anything when I better my ways Every time when I see my brothers ride past, I throw up the treys My brothers get on your ass, you grass, niggas can't be saved We took (Turn up), hella losses Sat at the round table with hella bosses I had to leave niggas alone who double-crossed me Take care the situation if you cross me, uh You know I just wanna spazz You know I need money fast All blue cheese, I need my cash Play with me then that's your ass, yeah Bro 'nem be trippin', they smokin' on gas, yeah Nigga be sneaky, he smoke his own guys, yeah If he do, don't be surprised, yeah Looked the devil in his eyes I just brought a watch, I put the carats in SSR, RIP Fredo, died off medicine I can shoot you in your head, step in my residence If you don't talk to me face-to-face, you better not at me then Just off my labels, I had two plaques, that's a million Always in trouble, devil on me, can't prevent it They get that call, they on that corner, then they bendin' If they don't fuck for who I am, she fuck for Remy She suck my dick, ooh ooh, my bad, I mean my jimmy I say my bad, can't talk like that, my kid be listenin' I just put like fifty racks in my Amiri jeans They had me questioned for somebody, didn't tell 'em anything Ooh, I ain't tell 'em nothin' If you did then your head is gushin' My lifestyle, you can't rush it You ain't gon' shoot, stop clutchin' Sad to say what my niggas'll do for that money We took hella losses Sat at the round table with hella bosses I had to leave niggas alone who double-crossed me Take care the situation if you cross me, uh You know I just wanna spazz You know I need money fast All blue cheese, I need my cash Play with me, then that's your ass, yeah Bro 'nem be trippin', they smokin' on gas, yeah Nigga be sneaky, he smoke his own guys, yeah If he do, don't be surprised, yeah Looked the devil in his eyes

the nobodies

Today I'm dirty, I want to be pretty Tomorrow, I know I'm just dirt Today I'm dirty, I want to be pretty Tomorrow, I know I'm just dirt We are the nobodies, we wanna be somebodies When we're dead, they'll know just who we are We are the nobodies, we wanna be somebodies When we're dead, they'll know just who we are Yesterday I was dirty, wanted to be pretty I know now that I'm forever dirt Yesterday I was dirty, wanted to be pretty I know now that I'm forever dirt We are the nobodies, we wanna be somebodies When we're dead, they'll know just who we are We are the nobodies, we wanna be somebodies When we're dead, they'll know just who we are Some children died the other day We fed machines and then we prayed Puked up and down in morbid faith You should have seen the ratings that day Some children died the other day We fed machines and then we prayed Puked up and down in morbid faith You should have seen the ratings that day 2005 Against All Gods Mix: I don't know love, I never cared to and I'm not sure if I ever will I'm a student of hate. I know now that god is a medium Whatever I expected to save me from this life is no longer the one I can hate It is the people that made me; it is the people I wanted so much to be I may only find love in their destruction Original Mix: Na na-na na na Na na-na na na Na na-na na na Na na-na na We are the nobodies, we wanna be somebodies When we're dead, they'll know just who we are We are the nobodies, we wanna be somebodies When we're dead, they'll know just who we are We are the nobodies, we wanna be somebodies When we're dead, they'll know just who we are We are the nobodies, we wanna be somebodies When we're dead, they'll know just who we are

pablow the blowfish

How can I love someone I never touched? You lived under the water, but I love you so much You never been on land, and you never seen the sky You don't know what a cloud is Why does everything I love have to die? They all wanted to see you be as big as you could be But I couldn't let that be By keeping you small, by keeping you safe If I could do it again, I'd release you to sea 'Cause I can't bear to see something so wild just die in a tank And Pablow the blowfish I miss you so much And Pablow the blowfish I miss you so bad On Saturday night, we all went out to eat But I can never decide, so someone chose sushi I got soup, and I ordered rice But watching my friends eat my friends, ruined my appetite Oh, Pablow the blowfish If they only knew you like I do They'd love you too And Pablow the blowfish I miss you so bad I won't forget, even one second we had 'Cause you might be gone, but you could never be dead I heard of a seahorse named Sadie I heard she was quite the lady Maybe you'll find her and you could make babies That'd be kind of crazy If Pablow the blowfish Found love deep in the sea Then that would mean Pablow the blowfish Is better off than here with me But Pablow the blowfish I miss you so bad

girlfriend remix

Why the fuck this bitch texting my phone You're not my girlfriend I just took a flick with your girlfriend I be kickin' shit with your girlfriend I just smoked a blunt with your girlfriend I think that I'm done with your girlfriend All up in my business she be lurkin' I've been tryna to tell her bye it ain't workin' I think that I'm done with your girlfriend I just smoked a blunt with your girlfriend I want her, I want she, I want all them I might hit your main ho then never call them I might hit your main bitch in a Wraith too I'ma screen shot the text and get on shade room, yeah I wanna fuck on her friend, yeah I only fuck with 'em 10's, yeah I fuck that ho with a 10, yeah Y'all been together 10 years I wanna see what it taste like She hit the perc and take flight I met your ho on the red line I hit that ho on the same night Riding with a baddie with that Kylie Jenner lipstick I was playing Madden so I hit her with that hit stick Took a flick with her then I cropped her out with Pic Stitch All this sauce on me I feel like I come from Texas I just took a flick con tu novia I just gave some dick to your esposa, yeah I think she in love with the coca You know why I'm here, open your boca I just took a flick with your girlfriend I be kickin' shit with your girlfriend I just smoked a blunt with your girlfriend I think that I'm done with your girlfriend All up in my business she be lurkin' I've been tryna to tell her bye it ain't workin' I think that I'm done with your girlfriend I just smoked a blunt with your girlfriend Dolla hit the mall with your bitch Dolla get the mall with your bitch Dolla got some top from your bitch Jackie Chan, Dolla chopped your bitch She say "Dolla buy me new Celine" Can we go to Rodeo? Dolla buy me Gucci Take me to the club with you I be riding through the city with a bitch with big titties Oh she fine, oh she fine All of Dolla's bitches pretty yeah Flexing, we be flexing, we be running up a budget I (?) question, I (?) question, with (?) the call like fuck it I didn't even know that was your girlfriend I just hit it raw like that's my girlfriend Took a private flight with your bitch Dolla one night your bitch Yeah I just took a flick with your girlfriend I be kickin' shit with your girlfriend I just smoked a blunt with your girlfriend I think that I'm done with your girlfriend All up in my business she be lurkin' I've been tryna to tell her bye it ain't workin' I think that I'm done with your girlfriend I just smoked a blunt with your girlfriend You just spent 10 racks on your girlfriend She was walking out the mall till I said "get in" As we pulling off I'm asking, "that's your man though?" Skip the condo cause we go straight to the bando Heard it's wet like water, yeah Fiji Heard that you a savage, yeah RiRi She like me cause her boyfriend wanna be me He keep rewinding me back on the TV (TiVo) I've been in a 'Rari, in a Masi She got an amazing body I met your girl at Follies Then I put her on the private Then we land on the island Your girlfriend got a girlfriend that dig all in your wallet Baby girl so smart, she in college She don't like to hang with no thot bitch She can't wait to bang with your side bitch Then she pulling off the lot with her best friend I just took a flick with your girlfriend I be kickin' shit with your girlfriend I just smoked a blunt with your girlfriend I think that I'm done with your girlfriend All up in my business she be lurkin' I've been tryna to tell her bye it ain't workin' I think that I'm done with your girlfriend I just smoked a blunt with your girlfriend

fat old sun

When the fat old sun in the sky is falling Summer evening birds are calling Summer Sunday and a year The sound of music in my ears Distant bells, new mown grass smells Song sweet By the river holding hands Roll me up and lay me down And if you see, don’t make a sound Pick your feet up off the ground And if you hear as the warm night falls The silver sound from a tongue so strange Sing to me, sing to me When that fat old sun in the sky is falling Summer evening birds are calling Children’s laughter in my ears The last sunlight disappears And if you see, don’t make a sound Pick your feet up off the ground And if you hear as the warm night falls The silver sound from a tongue so strange Sing to me, sing to me When that fat old sun in the sky is falling

i guess ill smoke

So I guess I'll smoke So I guess I'll... So I guess I'll smoke Yo, this yo town, I'm only in it for the night though I'm tryna feel right though Slow down, what you think about a drink? Mix it with a little bit of sprite though Ain't you on tour with Dizzy Wright though? Nigga roll something You mean to tell me you around all these bomb ass trees And you don't smoke? Fuck it, bad bitch wanna hit the blunt, don't mind if I do first Cool verse, this some new work Left the hotel, hit the show, God damn, it was too turnt Crew shirt, that's WTF, yo bitch wanna wear that shit to bed And then we got her smoking, I ain't joking The way that she started blowing It's only gon' make a nigga want some head So I guess I'll smoke So I guess I'll smoke, I guess I'll smoke Smoke, so I guess I'll smoke So I guess I'll smoke, smoke, smoke So I guess I'll smoke, smoke, smoke Blunt, after blunt, after blunt, after blunt, after blunt After that, then another, chilling with my niggas and my brothers Couple bitches say they with it Probably gonna have them under covers Yeah, they all smoke, hit up Cole, tell him that we need some more Already got Cîroc and the honey jack, little bit of fireball We picking up the papers at the store I got it for the low, that's free shit Fans wanna see me get the tree lit Probably eat up all the sweet shit Now I'm writing all this deep shit Hit up AKT, damage every single beat quick Straight THC, Now we mobbing in the car, that's a m-i-c Step to the line and take hits like the MLB Let the beat drop while I smoke this weed We smoke a lot of weed dog, like a whole lot of weed Back off tour like what, give it up for the new kid Nigga I ain't tryna be the new Wiz I'm just tryna do it like Snoop did Too clever, whenever, however illegal When I'm smoking pot up in the parking lot Hit a lap around the world Just to land in Amsterdam and smoke a blunt up in a coffee shop Ain't you smoke like me, nigga You don't want to see who get the highest, nigga, why you lying? Nigga, you'll probably get the itis I just got my marijuana license She with me, she standing you up They say I smoke, like I'm at the cannabis cup Stand on your luck and get handed your face On a platter with candles and stuff, away Y'all niggas standing on the sideline Double X-L fresh Now I'm headed for the cover of the motherfucking High Times Pregame before a headline, but it's bedtime for all of these kids Off that wax, niggas know what it is She hopped out that cab, just to hop on the dab And I'm grabbing the torch and she grabbing my dick Let us smoke So I guess I'll smoke, I guess I'll smoke Smoke, so I guess I'll smoke So I guess I'll smoke, smoke, smoke So I guess I'll smoke, smoke, smoke Puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, pass it to the side Let your uncle get a drag of that And puff, puff give, man, I need it for my cataracts Old nigga, cold nigga, bold enough to hit the dab And Yabba Dabba, Scooby Snacking And little niggas doobie cracking I'll be blowing til' the day that croak I got nothing else to do, so I guess I'll smoke Today and everyday after today I'll be Smoking forever and that ain't no joke I ain't even really mean to impede, y'all got all the bad bitches And all the best weed, catch these keys, she my speed I'm 'bout to go get it, nigga, it's OG All I had to say was, Buddah lover Mo' Thug soldier and she came closer Blew a couple shotguns, boy I keep a hot one Bad to the bone, hit the bong and we got gone Seeing so futuristic, weed got me dizzy, haha

mo better cool

Glisten like the sun off the candy Got the tool in the dash, keep it handy Jammin', up and down the boulevard, swang Trunk still bangin', screens still hangin' Old habits die hard, ain't shit changed Bumping, still reclined, still swang and bang Grippin' wood grain, grippin' wood grain I remember when I used to roll A bucket, no ducat to my name and my soul Hoes used to front everywhere I go But that's cool Yea shit changed cause we on Now I'm tailor made, choppin' blades and I'm grown Now the same hoes won't leave me alone But that's cool So now usually I don't boast or brag But, today different Went from bucket, brake scrappin', to swinging like Kenny Griffey I was scrawny than a motherfucker When I was younger, got my weight up like a juggernaut Now I'm solid wit' these numbers Maxin' out on these hoes,Marinated my pimpin' Cause when you season they peepin' And scrape it right out the skillet Got a vision for vixens, drop it low like the bass Her pussy tighter than pliers that squeeze the wine outta grapes So I hit it slow Flea flicker, give and go I know that the shine the only reason she kick it for I went from not a thing, to a Caddy frame, throw it off in the game When you came and you got changed, shit can't be the same So I'm chillin', bumpin', grillin' Hollin' out fuck the feeling's of critics That claim they come from slums but they from the village for real Cause while these lames sittin' still I hit the road, broke the mold, and came up on a mil BITCH! Man I was a wild motherfucker, back when I was round 20 Fuck niggas nah you wouldn't find me round any Rollin' one deep in the Buick Park Ave With a sawed off shotgun that cut your ass in half Laughin' at these niggas that was hatin' on the low Cause on the cool, I was puttin' dick off in they ho And on the cut, you couldn't short stop me for the blow Cause I be with the pistol, knockin' on your front door See where I come from, you can't just tell me that you hard Niggas'll come and box you up in your front yard Betta' to not talk about pullin' out the GAT Cause on sight we put that 9 milli to yah' hat Now as I got older, my rep got colder These niggas wouldn't dare to knock the chip up off my shoulder Certified soldier with the stripes that'll prove it I got my reputation in the streets, fuck the music Yea! Reporting live from the ceiling, enjoy the view bitch Sho' gone make a killin', ain't nothin' new bitch Cept' the pressure from the hecklers checkin' from the nosebleeds Ho please, I can't even see you from my flo' seats The boy came to play and no this ain't a game Dunkin', trunkin, thumpin' purple colored gators mayne Hold up, this win is on us It's a celebration, bitch, every time I show up Get in the way, get swole up That's no luck for anyone tryna outshine us Plenty of haters that couldn't get haters are heard steppin' behind us Better catch on to our coattails, I boast well, while I shit talk That bullshit we don't let walk Cripple their chances, cripple advances, stickin' the landin' Then I, jumped up off the porch wit' All of this dough that I'm gone get Respect that or get yo' dome split And on it I stay, no reprieve for no punk Consider your ship sunk, I'm just bein' Big Sant bitch

love you more

Still love me? Take this You ready? One, two, three! The more you put me through The more it makes me wanna come back to you You say you hate me, I just love you more You don't want me, I just want you more I buy you flowers, you throw 'em at me I know it's sad but it's makin' me happy The more that you slap me, the more that it turns me on 'Cause you love me, and I love you more It's sick but who could ever predict, we'd be doin' the same shit We say we do it for our baby but we don't We do it for us, it's lust 'cause neither one Of us trust each other, so we fuck 'til we bust And we cuss each other out, we know what it's about, shout 'Til I throw you out the house, you throw me out the house I throw you on the couch, punch you in the mouth Fist fight 'til we turn this mother out Then apologize after, laughter, pain It's insane, we're back in the same chapter again And it's sad but it's true, when I'm layin' here with you There ain't nothin' anyone could ever say or ever do 'cause The more you put me through The more it makes me wanna come back to you You say you hate me, I just love you more You don't want me, I just want you more I buy you flowers, you throw 'em at me I know it's sad but it's makin' me happy The more that you slap me, the more that it turns me on 'Cause you love me, and I love you more 'Cause I hate you, do you hate me? Good, 'cause you're so fuckin' beautiful when you're angry It makes me wanna just take you and just throw you On the bed and fuck you like I don't even know you You fuck other people and I fuck other people You're a slut, but I'm equal, I'm a mutt, we're both evil In our ways but neither one of us would ever admit it 'Cause one us would have one up on the other so forget it We can make accusations, people spread rumors But they ain't got proof, 'til they do it's just the two of us It's you and me, 'cause any chick can say that she screwin' me But you gotta believe me to a degree 'cause true indeed If you didn't, I wouldn't be hittin' — yeah, I would 'Cause the sex is too damn good, if I ran who would I run to That would be this soft and warm? So it's off and on, usually more off than on But at least we know that we share this common bond You're the only one I can fuck without a condom on I hope, the only reason that I cope is 'cause of that fact And plus I can bust in that and that's why The more you put me through The more it makes me wanna come back to you You say you hate me, I just love you more You don't want me, I just want you more I buy you flowers, you throw 'em at me I know it's sad but it's makin' me happy The more that you slap me, the more that it turns me on 'Cause you love me, and I love you more I can never understand it, that's why I don't try From junior high until we both die, it's silly Oh, why must we try? Is it really so rough That we must always call each other's Billy Goat's Gruff? Try to pull each other's legs, until the other begs We're lyin' to ourselves, that's the beauty of it, yeah! 'Cause we truly love each other, that's why we always fightin' All we do is shove each other every other fuckin' night And it's clear it ain't gonna change, it's pent-up rage We both had, we both feel like we've been upstaged By someone else, we've both been someone else's "Someone else," problem is neither one wants help It's an addiction and it can't be fixed Our family's mixed up, there's a baby sister in the mix And it hurts 'cause the pieces to the puzzle don't fit And anybody who thinks they know us doesn't know shit And they're probably just tired of hearin' it all the time On every song, every lyric and every rhyme All the hoopla, all of the whoopty-woo What you put me through, fuckin' whoopty-do But I won't be made a fool of if this is true love You wouldn't do what you did last time, you wouldn't screw up This time, 'cause this time, girl, I'm tellin' you what You do it again, I'm fuckin' you up No matter what you say, or what you do I'ma hunt you down 'til I find you No matter where you run, I'll be right there Right behind you, in your nightmares So I brought you the flowers and the candy All the times that you threw it back at me Told me you hate me, you gon' hate me more When you find out, you can't escape me, whore The more you put me through The more it makes me wanna come back to you You say you hate me, I just love you more You don't want me, I just want you more I buy you flowers, you throw 'em at me I know it's sad but it's makin' me happy The more that you slap me, the more that it turns me on 'Cause you love me, and I love you more

benjamins burn

Promethazine drinking-ass nigga I'd probably feel like a sucka if I didn't give my niggas the game I guess I’ma never know that feeling How many people care? How many? How many? How many? Burning this moolah, burning this moolah, burnin’ it Let the benjamins burn Let the benjamins, let the benjamins Your attitude displayin' jealousy, my doggy I’m from the lower income, now I’m balling Tryna make ten songs a day before I’m drowsy Don’t want to get in no slump and get lousy I tried to hire a stylist, they couldn’t style me You can’t keep me under control, I’m rowdy I went bonkers in Dior Bought the Bentley truck, I used to ride in the Explorer How many, how many, how many How many, how many people that gon’ be there I’ll keep it real with you I’m in the matrix every day, I’m paying close attention My situation every day, I’m pushing to the limits You flipping that raw, you catching a body You straight out the north, my nigga Don’t let ‘em build a case against us, tryna cross us nigga We put in vibes the most, we goin’ coast to coast They ain’t get respected like us Fuck all that child support I whip in a Maybach nigga, it’s long as a bus Too many weak niggas get in my business Like nah, I don’t make bond for that I’m not the type that be falling for none of them lies I don’t make fun for that Shaking the envy off, I stay new millenia Promethazine drinking ass nigga Fuck you pussies, make the homicide triple Every time she come through I bust it on her nipples I get to the source, keep it out the middle Whip a Rolls Royce, keep some codeine in my system Nigga, I ain’t boasting I’m just telling you my story How many, how many, how many How many people gon’ be there? At the end of every day Yeah! Yeah! How many, how many, how many, how many How many, how many people that really gon’ be there Future Fire Marshal Astronaut Kid, Kid

hilary swank

We don't say swag no more, we say swank Yo, yo, hip-hop's a jungle Uh, lost in his time, I'm just tryna get it like a boss in his prime These fake niggas sublime, light for fine sights Wishing we'll fortune but the price ain't quite right The slice ain't quite ripe Still pulling strings how I fly but I don't like kites How they gon' treat Brooklyn's finest not as fine as diamonds? And fine nice, surrounded by hard flow like Icelands Now we getting icing, finances nice And I don't like surprises, I like superb prices rising It's the least I could do, these verses priceless Rehearse in private, reverse her eyelid until she curse in silent (insolent) Got a problem solve it, all my Pros solids We all gon' dine and until then we mobbing So don't push me, uh, I'm close to the pussy Even closer to the knowledge, dropped out of college in advance Then hit the ground running like it's ants in my pants Honey, Pop was a bumbaclot and had a queen bee Mommy Uh, I love her to the tissue, disrespect my blood and it's an issue She like, "This you on the cover for real? Ah, you so official" Now go ahead and buy you some shoes that really fit you I know she always think of little me, but now I got big literally Worldwide and physically I'm saying I used to take walks around Little Italy Now I roam 'round Sicily and I'm plotting on a milli Hmmm, another loud pack, another proud cat Hey, pound that, hip-hop sounds been profound back Slow down that metronome, nigga Let it hit home when the specimen showin' gon' glitter Gold and ices trigger, your true ideology I can subtract one with the gun, that's true trigonometry But that won't coincide with the true nigga that I'mma be He's royal poverty, I kicks philosophies Not because I rock soccer tees I ain't gon' beg but I can please Rock your socks and sockets out your knees Fulfil your needs with similes non-similar Spit that unfamiliar, put that on familia If you love hip-hop, ladies, rub your papillas And fellas beat they chest like they silverback gorillas It's the new age, children of the crystal healers Thinking I butterfly, I try catapult caterpillars After years of constructing they start assumptions So I keep my circumference of deep fried friends like dumplings But fuck that, my nigga, we munching, we hungry After years of constructing they start assumptions So I keep my circumference of deep fried friends like dumplings But fuck that, my nigga, we munching, we hungry Swanking, Swanking, Swanking I see you, Jigga! Hilary Swanking Alright, I'm off this

hannah montana twerk remix

: Huh ? What you say your name was ? HANNAH Migo Gang in the building man HANNAH Hannah Montana Hannah Montana Hannah Montana Hannah Montana Hannah Montana Hannah Montana Hannah Montana Hannah Montana I like Miley in them tights I like Hannah, Yeah she right She been twerkin twerkin twerkin (twerkin) All damn night Hannah Montana she twerk on the top of my Phantom (twerk twerk) Got Hannah Montana she twerkin so much I can't handle her (no way) I'm eating her up like a cannibal Still got your bitch she white Hannah Montana in the Panamara She a college girl but her wrist Katrina (katrina call FEMA) In the kitchen and she baking like Anita Hit the club Miley shaking like her booty had a seizure I had to tap her on the shoulder Hey its really nice to meet you No Buffy the Body She ain't got a lot of booty but she still go crazy (lil booty) Got Lindsey Mcguire , Lindsay Lohan And I can't forget about Katy I went from trapping to capping babies 'Til I met this girl name Macy She popping and rolling , sweating out her weave It look like she having a baby Got your main bitch on the Hannah, she droppin' and poppin' no castles I'm smokin' on gas like tobacco, I'm drinkin' on lean taste like Snapple In the V.I.P. rollin' a cord, passin' out mollies to foreigns They poppin' 'em like they some Skittles, 2 bitches one me, Malcolm in the middle Hop off up in the new Bugatti, cameras flashin' paparazzi She poppin' that capsule, no Nazi I'm twistin' the rock like I'm Rocsi She sweatin' like she ran a mile, she soakin' wet she need a towel She suckin' her lip, bitin' down She moanin' and makin' them sounds She came while she suckin' me now I'm lookin' at her like damn Hannah makin' them go bananas She fuckin' and suckin' on camera Pop a Hannah, she got stamina My jag, still a Panorama I'm beatin' the pussy like Michael, I call her Dirty Diana : Hannah - Montana Hannah Montana her anthem Offset home from the slammers She making it clap like a dancer Hittin yo bitch with the hammer Holding that pussy for ransom She sucking me up like a vacuum She popping the X no Malcolm Marilyn Monroe, Marilyn Manson Anna Nicole got Kim Kardashian Mary Kate and I got Ashley Yo bitch went missing, she absent Foreign bad bitch with the accent Dropping the top off the Aston Fresh to death I need a casket Versace Versace my fashion No Lil Jon you ain't on my level Snow bunny like I'm Hugh Hefner Running my sack up like Fletcher You niggas to slow, need to catch up My wrist so sick, got a virus Birds be singing like Maya Stop drop and roll like a fire Drop it low like Miley Cyrus

dark knight dummo

Honorable C.N.O.T.E Oh my God, oh my God Yeah, Big 14 know what the fuck goin' on Ayy Hold up Take a moment, count my guap, count my guap All these racks bomin' in, they bomin' in (Hold up) Ayy, count my guap, count my guap Cannot stop, comin' in, comin' in Pull up in a drop top, she drop dead I pulled up in a drop top, she drop dead My diamonds dancin', hopscotch, they holdin' hands My diamonds dancin', hopscotch, they holdin' hands Yeah, hold up I don't know what planet I'm on (Oh Lord) I'm the king, lil' bitch, watch the throne (Watch the throne) I feel like Voldo, I'll chop off your arms (Off your arms, yuh) Steady causin' havoc, yeah (Yeah) Bitch, I'm ballin' hard just like a Maverick (Yeah) Money stretch long, lil' bitch, like elastic (Yeah) Now that bitch steady callin' me Mr. Fantastic, yeah, ayy Know I keep a ratchet (Alright) If you play, boy I'll turn your ass to ashes, yeah Automatic, doo, doo, doo, doo, bitch, I'm blastin' yeah (Doo, doo, doo, doo) Ooh, put you in a casket, yeah (Yeah) Money stretch long, it's elastic I don't know what planet I'm on (I'm on Mars) I'm a king, lil' bitch, watch the throne I feel like Voldo, I'll chop off your arms (Yuh, watch the throne) Hold up Take a moment, count my guap, count my guap (Yeah) All these racks bomin' in, they bomin' in (hold up, It's lit) Ayy, count my guap, count my guap (Straight up) Cannot stop, comin' in, comin' in (Yeah, yeah) Pull up in a drop top, she drop dead (Alright) I pulled up in a drop top, she drop dead (Yeah) My diamond's dancin', hopscotch, they holdin' hands (Yeah) My diamond's dancin', hopscotch, they holdin' hands (Yeah) Astroworld's my planet, my home (Yeah) Car's too hot, the fumes too strong (Yeah, yeah, it's lit) Mixed this cup for way too long (Yeah, yeah, alright) Add it up, don't subtract it (Yeah, yeah) Pour this eighth with me and let's get blasted (Straight up) Lambo drive like a dragon (Skrrt, skrrt, ooh) Can't fall asleep at night 'cause they attackin', yeah I hop in the coupe, go insane I disappear, go David Blaine We, don't do the same (No) I feed all my bitches the 'caine (White) I double cup to drown the pain (Drank) Light the octane (Gas) I'ma put six in the Lambo and jet to the plane (Skrrt, skrrt) Move for this chain with your elbow, I hope you got aim (Hope you got aim) Don't need no more stains, or get hot like my name (La Flame) Yeah, hide out in the trees with the bumblebees Please say the name three times, we gon' pop up on you Like I'm Bloody Mary, man Hold up Take a moment, count my guap, count my guap All these racks bomin' in, they bomin' in (Hold up) Ayy, count my guap, count my guap Cannot stop, comin' in, comin' in Pull up in a drop top, she drop dead I pulled up in a drop top, she drop dead My diamonds dancin', hopscotch, they holdin' hands My diamonds dancin', hopscotch, they holdin' hands Yeah

dirty mouth

Man, I'm on some shit right now I'm on some, some, some rich nigga shit Some millionaire shit 'Cause lot of these niggas is pussy All these niggas is broke I know these niggas is not doing what they pretend to be Suck my dick, bitch I don't really care about my enemies My new crib came with amenities You gotta pay for my energy You gotta pay for my ohh, ehh Don't make me pop up the trunk Don't make me two hand the pump Don't make me call up my bro Pull up in that junk and go dump, dump, dump I dress so these niggas can see me I know your lil' bro wanna be me I know your lil' sister wanna freak me That's probably why you wanna shoot me That's why your auntie is a groupie Send me pictures of her coochie She said they nicknamed her juicy 'Cause she keep a wet pussy Pussy nigga don't push me I pull up deep, not just me I brought a brand new chain That shit dance like N-Sync, Justin I saw your Rolex, brother That bullshit started rustin' None of you niggas impress me None of you niggas would press me I get more pussy than Preston My niggas bang red paisley, that's for real I made a full million off my deal I made a full 5 out the next Stupid bitch tried to front on my name I screenshotted every single text Bitch I bite like a T-Rex My future bitch look better than my next My next bitch look like a top model She suck dick like a baby bottle I'ma tell you like this, man Youngest nigga in this motherfucker, man I'm not askin' for your respect I give a fuck if you fuck with me, nigga I got M's, nigga I'm talkin' 'bout the letter before N, nigga M's, bitch boy I didn't ask for respect, no All I care about it my check Louis Vuitton on my sneakers My main bitch a diva, she is a dick pleaser Uh, I never miss like I'm Curry Yeah, can't eat that pussy if it's furry My bitch pussy pink just like Kirby My bitch suck it up just like Kirby She drives whips like it's Kentucky Derby She tote pistols so no one can hurt me Don't even try it though I hit your mama at the Hyatt House Then I offered her Waffle House That bitch could never see my penthouse Shit that's just a fact I nutted all on her back I nutted all on her tracks Slid my black card through her cracks Nasty young nigga, I'm all in it Posted on the block in a ball fitted Posted on the block with the same niggas I got that guap and it change niggas Rappin' ass niggas love Dracos I love the AR 'cause its range different Ain't supposed to talk about guns 'Cause I gotta lot of shit goin' I was trying to be the nice guy Until these niggas thought I was hoein' These niggas thought I was pussy I had to show 'em I'm 'bout it I put that bitch on my Snapchat Watch how she start feelin' clouted She gon' suck everyone around me Fresh as hell like I wash laundry with Bounty I can't front like I didn't come from my county I know where I'm from, I'm my daddy's son I never switched up one time Pick up that back end now it's ice time This boujee bitch said that she's hungry Well stupid lil' bitch it's rice time Lil' Boat

rodeo

Broward County Florida nigga Everything 1k, young nigga man Project baby Haitain boy (that lil' nigga from Pompano) I be that young Haitian boy out the project Jitterboy kept my b shooter right in my pocket Shit real, I used to get a thrill when I'm robbin' Now I need a mill' to put my OG in a Bugatti That my shawty, man she done been through a lot Even when she smile, know she really missin' my puff Told me keep my hands off the stove it's real hot But my nigga said it's okay for me so I touched the pot I'm in a soul/sole vibe, head first and I'm 'bout mines I just met me a powerhouse, about time Lil' mama ride or die, she be on my mind Baby girl wine fine, she say she all mine That lil' nigga from Pompano It's lil Kodak, boy you already know I'm that lil' nigga from Pompano Project Baby boy don't act like you dont know I'm in the loud dawg, tearin' the beat up If not, I'm in the Jaguar tearin' the street up I swear that, word that, ear that Say that boy whenever be shit, I heard that (I heard that) Pretty young thing, she be doin' her thing She jump on a nigga dick, and have me goin' insane Ever since I gotta hit it, that I ain't been the same I ain't been trickin' off of nothin', I ain't been runnin' no gang Shawty got me fucked up 'bout it, make your boy wanna sing That money be on my mind, but she run all through my brain I'm from Broward County, I'm young and I'm ? (young and ?) I hold my own shit, young nigga silent That's that lil' nigga from Pompano It's lil' kodak, boy you already know I'm that lil' nigga from Pompano That lil' Zo, boy you already know (Rodeo Zo) Project Baby, I'm outchea They took us out the ghetto, but I'm still out here I was brought here, I crawl here, I walk here So can't no motherfucker make me different 'round here (No) Oooh child, things gon' get easy It's gon' get brighter lil' nigga, and I can see it I'm just out here, chasin' my dream You niggas sleepin', money fiendin' That lil' boy runnin' around thievin', no daddy My folks say I come from that demon semen, he sixteen mouth full of purp, yeah he gleamin' ? Wrist mean, on dem pills geekin', codeine with the sprite He up all night gleamin' That lil' nigga from Pompano It's lil Kodak, boy you already know I do this shit for Pompano That lil' Zo he be polo to the flow That lil' Zo he be polo to the flow, he from the N? That lil' nigga from Pompano Project Baby, boy don't act like you don't know It's Lil' Kodak boy you already know

pound cake freestyle

Good God Almighty. Like back in the old days. You know, years ago they had the A&R men to tell you what to play, how to play it and you know whether it's disco and rock but we just went in the studio and we did it. We had the champagne in the studio, of course, compliments of the company, and we just laid back and did it. So we hope you enjoy listening to this album half as much as we enjoyed playing it for you. Because we had a ball. Only real music is gonna last, all the other bullshit is here today and gone tomorrow... Phil made millions, James made millions Coon went drop top Rarri, no ceiling I'm just chilling, Omelly even spilling Like Ace of Spade and Club LIV, we in the building Pretty hoes to many flows the way I kill em Give my cousin Tock my Bentley the way I'm feeling Fuck this money and fuck these hoes Same gear for a week, I'm like fuck these clothes Pmon had bricks 'fore you had braces My whips all black, I guess I'm acting racist My bitch all bad, she half black and asian Scream "sak pase" I guess I'm acting Haitian Out in M.I.A with some real zoes And no lame bitches around us, all real hoes These niggas rap good but they weirdos And if they ever disrespect me then it's air holes They say do for self, that's a word to the third But if my nigga can't rap I'll buy him a bird All real estate, fuck it, I'm buying the curb I buy a crib every week from the hood to the burbs Making investments with this money I'm blessed with Nigga tryna snatch my chain, that's a death wish Riding through my city 57 that's the FN You ain't never seen a nigga this rich and reckless You niggas paying hoes just to stick around Simmer down, Mulsanne how I get around 50 rounds through the town how I whip around I'm getting richer so you know they wanna sit me down It's DC, double M, know they hate us Me and Ross both got rich but we ain't break up Niggas falling out for the paper but try to make up For the cameras, niggas might fool y'all but can't fake us Pull up in the hood I put niggas on jets Take 'em to Miami when they just was on steps Selling green and serving fiends up in the 'jects Packs still on 'em in the pool getting wet They killed Dame set him on fire And the crazy part that niggas was quiet Niggas on obituaries like they flyers Time is money so it's sky dwellers when we buy 'em Rolex niggas,stretch like bowflex, nigga Sellin' Instagram, feds takin' kodak, nigga I've been rich since 24, you ain't know that, nigga? And I was taught pay that man if you owe that nigga Gone... And all this shit I'm talking right now is straight facts If you're from my hood, you know what I'm talking about Meek what up boy, turn the beat up for me a little bit Its your man Spade-O, DC, on deck, lets go This that new philly due op Who is you op (who are you?) 150 rounds in the o-op I'm chasing big cheese 1 on 1 you can't get these (nope!) Embalming fluid mixed with mint leaves We call it wet wet My niggas jet set Were always on the go Y'all just get set Meek made millions, so why can't I? (why not?) Pull up that cranberry Porsche with the slant eyes I don't get mad, I get motivated Back to backing in all foreigns we motorcaded And I don't battle, I respect the war Pull up that bullet proof caddy with the extra door Stash box & the extra floor Rock the world 24 bringing extra whores Oh yea we about the pound cakes You crawl snatching niggas ain't been around cakes Saran wrap around the big blocks And thats real rap I am hip-hop You hear me rhyme, you can feel my pain and anguish I don't do much talking, I speak the language My crew too live I'm in my new rise Success go to the believers, I make my Duas I'm at the game, in dem' floor seats You got dem' nose bleed, barely at door seats Uhh I'm getting fit for ring Bezel on my presidential crown fit for a king DC is like the army, better yet the navy Niggas, acting shady so i grip my 80 So I, peep the blitz like I'm Tom Brady I'm the, sure thing & you niggas maybes Nah, I dont two stroke, I live a bike life But I move coke, I live the white life I'm the truth, why i got to lie for? I was born broke but I won't die poor

heartbreak 14

Yo, yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here? Heartbreak, heartbreak, heartbreak, yeah Heartbreak, heartbreak, heartbreak, yeah Heartbreak, heartbreak, heartbreak, yeah Heartbreak, heartbreak, heartbreak, yeah Keep the .30 on me, you know I play it safe Don't need you all up in my way Gettin' bands, throw 'em all up in your face Bad bitch and I'm grippin' on her waist I tote Uzis nigga, I make movies nigga My bitch boujee nigga, yo bitch shake her booty nigga For the fuckin' gang, you a fuckin' lame Pull up in a 'Rari coupe, you still in a bucket thing Ain't shit changed, ain't shit changed Yo bitch on me and she wanna be my main Gettin' money, countin' all my cake Yeah, yeah, I don't need you in the way yeah Keep the .30 on me, you know I play it safe, yeah Lotta money, throw the hundreds in ya face yeah Big bank take ya fuckin' lil' bank yeah Heartbreak, heartbreak, heartbreak, yeah Heartbreak, heartbreak, heartbreak, yeah Heartbreak, heartbreak, heartbreak, yeah Heartbreak, heartbreak, heartbreak, yeah No more heartbreaks, no more heartbreaks No more heartbreaks, no more heartbreaks Hit it from the side, yeah I like it sideways Like Burger King, baby like it my way She gon' ride for me, she my ride or die bae Lil 14 from that Northside place, yeah Ballin' hard, have the best tendencies 'Rari coupe, pink coat and some Hennessy Said I wouldn't cheat but I did it anyways Now she all in my face screamin' No more heartbreaks, no more heartbreaks No more heartbreaks, no more heartbreaks 14, 14, 14, 14 Yeah-ayy

if i cant

Yeah, ha ha, yeah, yeah If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop I'ma take it to the top For sure I'ma make it hot, baby I apply pressure to pussies that stunting I pop Stand alone squeezing my pistol, I'm sure that I gotta Now Peter Piper picked peppers and Run rocked rhymes I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop 9's Tell niggas get they money right, 'cause I got mine And I'm around, quit playing, nigga, you can't shine You gon' be that next chump to end up in the trunk After being hit by the pump – is that what you want? Be easy, nigga, I'll lay your ass out Believe me, nigga, that's what I'm about, gangsta You could find a nigga sitting on chrome Hit the clutch, hit the gear, hit the gas and I'm gone If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop I'ma take it to the top For sure I'ma make it hot, baby I'm down for the action, he smart wit' his mouth so smack him You holding a strap, he might come back, so clap him React like a gangsta, die like a gangsta for actin' 'Cause you'll get hit and homicide'll be asking what happened Oh no, look who clapped 'em with the .44 20 inch rims sitting on Low-pro's Eastside, Westside, niggas know, yo, I'm loco Even my mama said something really wrong with my brain Niggas don't rob me, they know I'm down to die for my chain G-Unit – we get it popping in the hood G-Unit – motherfucker, what's good? I'm waiting on niggas to act like they don't know how to act I had a sip of too much Jack, I'll blow 'em off the map With the MAC, thinking it's all rap, 'til that ass get clapped And Doc say, "It's a wrap" (It's a wrap, niggas!) If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop I'ma take it to the top For sure I'ma make it hot, baby I invented how to teach lessons to slow learners Go 'head, act up, get smacked in the head with the burner I don't fight fair, I'm dirty-dirty I'm from Southside Jamaica, Queens, nigga, ya heard me? When streetlights come on, niggas blast the 9's Get locked up, they read books to pass the time In the game there's ups and downs so I stay on the grind Niggas on my dick more than my bitch, I stay on they mind There ain't nothing they could do to stop my shine This is God's plan, homie, this ain't mine I played the music loud so Grandpa called me a nuisance And Grandma always gotta throw in her two cents I'm the drop-out who made more money than his teachers Roofless like the Coupe, but I come with more features I am what I am, you could like it or love it It feels good to blow 50 grand and think nothing of it, fuck it! If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop I'ma take it to the top For sure I'ma make it hot, baby If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop I'ma take it to the top For sure I'ma make it hot, baby Uh huh, I'ma make it hot Dr. Dre, Aftermath Shady, ha ha

gold

Aiyo shorty, yo that's my word Oh, y'all smelling y'all piss now y'all think y'all gold Yo anybody get caught flinging over here I'm returning 'em, that's my word they getting blasted Anything from 220 to 140, that's mine Y'all need to step the fuck off Y'all niggas ain't crazy for real Yo, the fiends ain't coming fast enough There is no cut that's pure enough I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload Product must be sold to you I'm deep down in the back streets, in the heart of Medina About to set off something more deep than a misdemeanor Under the subway, waiting for the train to make noise So I can blast a nigga and his boys, for what? He pushed up on the block and made the dope sales drop Like the crash in the Dow Jones stock I had a connect to cross-sales, to catch more mill's Than ho-bitches got birth control pills I'm in the park setting up a deal over blunt fire Bum nigga sleeping on the bench, they had him wired Peeped my convo, the address of my condo And how I changed a nigga name to John Doe And while we set up camp, we got vamped Put the stake through his heart, I ripped his fucking fangs apart Snake got smoked on the set like Brandon Lee Blown out the frame like Pan Am Flight 103 He got swung on, his lungs was torn A kingpin just castled with his rook and lost a pawn A regular on the block that played lookout For preying predator with a Glock, he should have took out No neighbourhood is rough enough There is no clip that's full enough I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload Product must be sold to you Fiends ain't coming fast enough There is no cut that's pure enough I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload Product must be sold to you It's mandatory that I supply all my troops with mega firearms Big apes and spread 'em out like crops on a farm To get cream, sometimes they repaint the scene Like the last episode on gates, and other niggas Plant bombs till the smoke from the blast becomes thick And flows through, all they knew, he's gun sick His Glock clicks like high-heeled shoes on parquet floors Mad sick, stand on hills and invade wars Filthy foul, shovelling dirt, he's out to hurt For instance, chop off hands, attack worth His idols would lock down airports and extort Some import, catching ten percent of what the fiends snort Up in the ski resorts, up in hills They move keys and had the skis making drops on snowmobiles The plan was to expand, catch seven figures, release triggers And live large and bigger than my nigga Who promised his moms a mansion with mad room She died and he still put a hundred grand in her tomb Open wounds, he hid behind closed doors And still organizes crime and drug wars Fiends ain't coming fast enough There is no cut that's pure enough I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload Product must be sold to you No neighborhood is rough enough There is no clips that's full enough I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload Product must be sold to you There's no cuffs that's tight enough There is no niggas that's fuck with us I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload Product must be sold to you

elder blossoms

My thoughts, are like a bright symphony I'm simply, changing everything that I begin to see Mentally, but physically I plan to change history With a pen, note pad and a distant dream But distance ain't a obstacle, that's too much I'm closer than you think to the stars, nigga look up Seeing adolescent with impressive rhymes, chasin' dimes Not the kind that want cash, but the ones that's inside Of my pocket, while I pocket some of these profits Nigga's watch it and try to stop it, but all I do is block it Straight lock it up, my cash started risin' up Now everybody and they best friend try to ride with us Never had a team, just a couple friends Too many people around will hurt you in the end Don't pretend you niggas would never kin, you tryna step in the circle but ain't allowed to get in I'm getting more attention than I'm wishing Not bitching, just surprised and did I mention, when I'm sentencing, people listening Cause my songs go harder than crack interventions Uh, living life like a menace Tryna get in this game and leave with some riches No need for bitches, but I'm down for pictures As long as they ain't girls that got no figures Uh, Jordan 7's on my feet Don't ask to come chill, girl I'm busy making beats When I was in the hall you would never even speak Now your tryna come through every day of the week Shits crazy, you living real shady And don't send me text messages calling me baby I thought you were a lady, didn't give it up daily And only enjoy boys who didn't like mainstream Well I do, and this is nothing new But looks like this life I ain’t living for you I know that you in love, but baby that sounds through When the size don't fit, so why would I wear the shoe? This ain't a love song so I'mma skip bars, rip hard, grip stars then dip off Peace!

i luv dem strippers

Let's play big bank take little bank You are looking at a shark in a fish tank When I'm in the kitchen, I make plenty cash Tell shawty come here, she got plenty ass Yeah, I love them strippers Yeah, I love them strippers Yeah, I love them strippers Yeah, I love them strippers In my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine So when I back back, I'm fronting on you niggas First I pack back, Louie backpack Where's Paris Hilton? Where's Kat Stacks? I'm Rambo with this ammunition, my camo come from Tru Religion Them broke hoes can't pay attention Your cutie missing, New Edition Mr. Telephone man, there's something wrong with my line When I call my baby's number, I get a click every time Every line is dope, you can snort it Working in the pot, I can make you do aerobics I'm haterphobic, they mad cause I'm winning They busy high and catching, mad cause I'm pinching All my bitches different, all my diamonds glistening My weed so loud, everybody listen They say it's for the birds, so I bought a kilo My Boost Mobile chirping, it must be my amigo Yeah, I love them strippers Yeah, I love them strippers Yeah, I love them strippers Yeah, I love them strippers In my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine So when I back back, I'm fronting on you niggas 2 Chainz, you fucking crazy Motherfuckers know I'm fucking crazy Fuck wrong with these bitches lately? Bitches better get on they knees and praise me Bitch, I rep that rich gang Where's Stunna? Where's Wayne? That's red on my wristband, SB, Mack Maine Tell Tyga, lookin' for this bitch called Blac Chyna Take a nigga bitch in a hot flash, menopause hot flash Yes that's why I'm crowned queen And I ain't lookin' for the prom king These hoes' careers ain't promising Killing these bitches: crime scene Oooh that's how a bitch do it Fifty black trucks gonna follow when I pull up This shit hit you in the chin like a pull up My door so cocky, my door so stuck up Oooh hop up out the space car Bitches stay pressed, I call them a space bar Man I wish a bitch would Hundred-thousand dollar engine, I wish a bitch could Yeah, I love them strippers Yeah, I love them strippers Yeah, I love them strippers Yeah, I love them strippers In my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine So when I back back, I'm fronting on you niggas Wait I don't even think these niggas understood what the fuck I just said I said, hundred-thousand dollar engine I wish a bitch could, like the little engine that could! Ya Dig! 2 Chainz!

re definition

One, two, three, Mos Def and Talib Kweli We came to rock it on to the tip-top Best alliance in hip-hop, wayohh I said, one, two, three, Black Star shine eternally We came to rock it on to the tip-top And Hi-Tek make the beat drop, wayohh Redefinition, turning your play into a tragedy Exhibit level degree on the mic, passionately Niggas is sweet so I bet if I bit I'd get a cavity Living to get high, you ain't flyer than gravity We die hard like the battery thrown in the back of me by the mad MC Who think imitation is the highest form of flattery, actually Don't be mad at me, I had to be the one to break it to you You get kicked into obscurity like judo—no, Menudo Cause you pseudo, trying to compete with reality like Xerox Towards destruction you spiraling like helix, wipe them teardrops Chasing stars in your eyes, playing games with your lives Now the wives is widows soaking up pillows, weeping like willows Still more blacks is dying, cause they live and they trying "How to Make a Slave" by Willie Lynch is still applying Regardless, the Mos is one of my closest partners Rocking ever since before Prince was called The Artist Rocking before Funkmaster Flex was rocking Starter When 'Pac and Biggie was still cool, before they was martyrs Life or death, if I'm choosing with every breath I'm enhancing Stop, there comes a time when you can't run What, lyrically handsome, call collect a king's ransom Jams I write soon become the ghetto anthem Way out like Bruce Wayne's mansion, move like a Phantom You'll talk about me to your grandsons Cats who claiming they hard be mad fags So I run through 'em like flood water through sandbags Competition is mad, what I got, they can't have Sinking they ship, like Moby Dick to Ahab Son I'm way past the minimum, entering millennium My raps will hold a gat to your back like Palestinians Ancient Abyssinia, sure to hold the Gideon Official b-boy gentlemen, long term, never the interim Born inside the winter, when? Day after December 10 These simpletons they mentionin' the synonym for feminine Sweeter than some cinnamon, the Danish rings by Entenmann's Rush up on adrenaline, they get they asses sent to them (Gentlemen) you got a tenement, well then assemble it! Leave your unit trembling like herds of moving elephant Intelligent embellishment, follow for your element From Flatbush settlement, skin possesses melanin Hotter than tales of crack peddling, making 'em WOOP like blue gelatin, swing like Duke Ellington Broader than Barrington Levy, believe me The hot Apache red who burn down your chief teepee You see me? One two three, Mos Def and Talib Kweli We came to rock it on to the tip-top Best alliance in hip-hop, wayohh I said, one two three, Black Star shine eternally We came to rock it on to the tip-top Because we ruling hip-hop, yes we is rulin' hip-hop Talib Kweli is ruling hip-hop Say we Black Star, we rule hip-hop-ah-ahh-ah-ahh-ahh Whoahhhh!

vvs

Uhh, ahh, ahh Uhh, ahh, ahh VVS, VVS VVS, Baby, VVS VVS, V-VVS Ohh, VVS, ja Bin am ackern, Baby, viel im Stress Sie will Sex, fick' sie easy weg Sie sagt, „Ufo, bitte mach nicht so“, nein Sie sagt, „Ufo, bitte sei nicht so“ Bin für sie da, ganz egal, wann und wo Komm, wir rauchen ein'n und fliegen bis zum Mond Ja, sie trägt so gerne Dessous Hat ein „Stay High“-Tattoo Sie sagt, „Bitte geh nicht weg“ Sie sagt, „Ufo, ohne dir geht es mir schlecht“ Ja, am liebsten würde sie jetzt bei mir wohn'n Es fühlt sich echt an, Baby, kein Silikon VVS, VVS VVS, Baby, VVS VVS, V-VVS Ohh, VVS, ja Huncho, VVS (VVS), VVS (VVS) Ice up on my neck, make your bitch wet (splash) So much jewellery, gotta keep a TEC (rrah) Stay High, Migo Gang, we connected (Stay High) We like to ball hard, look at us like we ball players (ball) I won the MVP and I didn't even ball for real (nah) Big baguettes, flyin' jets way before the deal Now we all in Berlin, Germany we here (Germany) So feed me checks, feed me checks (feed me) We too blessed, we success (success) Birds flyin' in and out the nest (brr) VVS, VVS VVS, VVS VVS, Baby, VVS VVS, V-VVS Ohh, VVS, ja VVS, VVS (jaja) VVS, Baby, VVS (jaja) VVS, V-VVS Ohh, VVS, ja

pimp

Zaytoven 21 Savage 21, 21 Slaughter, slaughter, slaughter Your daughter, your daughter, your daughter We slaughter her, your daughter 21, 21, 21 21 21 Pull up in yo trap niggas scatter like roaches All my close friends drug dealers and vultures I'm sippin' out a coffee cup but this ain't Folgers I know you still mad about the brick that I sold I cook me up a brick and went and bought me a Rollsie I'm playin' with the rock like my real name is Hova AK-47 still strapped to my shoulder Them niggas tote choppers like them niggas from Magnolia I fucked a nigga's bitch I fucked another nigga's bitch When you gettin' money you can fuck a nigga's bitch VVS diamonds I done flooded out my wrist I ain't talkin bout Toronto when I say I'm in the 6 You know it's hard out here for a pimp When you tryna get this money for a brick Reaching in your pocket feelin' lit Fuck that I'm running off with niggas' shit All the codeine and gas money spent You had bands now you ain't even got a zip All your homeboys fuckin' on your bitch Fuck that you better take a nigga's shit Take a nigga's shit you better take a nigga's shit I just took a nigga's shit and flooded out my wrist Rappin' ass nigga you ain't really with the shit You ain't never sold no coke and you ain't never hit a lick You drove all the way from Macon thought he came to buy a brick But we stripped him left him naked he had nothing but his dick Man we pull up like the Secret Service, nothin' 'bout no sticks Mess with 21 Savage, they gon' put you on a list You know it's hard out here for a pimp When you tryna get this money for a brick Reaching in your pocket feelin' lit Fuck that I'm running off with niggas' shit All the codeine and gas money spent You had bands now you ain't even got a zip All your homeboys fuckin' on your bitch Fuck that you better take a nigga's shit

ab souls outro

What's your life about? Enlighten me Is you gon' live on your knees or die on your feet? It's fire in the street, fire in my Swisher Fire in between the two legs of your lil' sister Just get a sip of this elixir Before they crop us out of the picture I've never seen a crop circle But I've seen cops circle the block I puff squares, but I swear, one day, I'ma stop My nerves itch On the brink of my career While my peers struggle for employment Can you hear these screams? (Uncle Sam ain't no kin to me) One, two Three four grams and a fifth of Hennessy A bad bitch, fuck the penitentiary Section 80s babies, blame Ronald Reagan We raising hell, hell (Oh) Lord forbid, the homie got wet, so we trying to soak it in The president is black, but you can't vote for skin You vote for the better man Come to our show, you can see the diversity Unify the people, they gon' peep it universally We might not change the world But we gon' manipulate it, I hope you participatin' Ayo, Dot, won't you let these cats know? We knew we'd be here, like, back in 04' Started HiiiPower because our generation needed a generator In a system meant to disintegrate us (Ooh!) And all we do is assist them We're not victors, we're victims The bigger picture isn't developed yet Like, what if Keisha was celibate? Or what if Tammy came across a real man Who didn't play games like children? My nigga cheated on his girlfriend With his girlfriend's girlfriend, let the world end And everybody tripping off 2012 And the extraterrestrial presence as well (Odd Future's aight) But our future is not That martial law shit drop, we gon' all get got So keep that question mark on your face Eat your fast food, use your fluoride toothpaste Hide your feelings from the public, work your lil' nine to five Don't forget to pay your tithes and thank God you're alive HiiiPower And on another note We focused like the Hubble Telescope Soul! Life is a traffic jam, life is a traffic jam Life is a traffic jam Life is a traffic jam, life is a traffic jam Life is a traffic jam, life is a traffic jam I'm ready to go, ready to go Life is a traffic jam, life is a traffic jam Ready to go, ready to go Life is a traffic jam Life... I wrote this because I was ordered to People say I speak for generation Y Why lie, I do, Section 80 Your son will play me if the radio won't Daughters that just turn 1 'til 21 listen to Kendrick For instance: What's your life about? Enlighten me Is you gon' live on your knees or die on your feet? Take out that student loan, and pay off your college degree And do exactly what you see on TV True story! Hmm Can you repeat that for me, Soul? What's your life about? Enlighten me Is you gon' live on your knees or die on your feet? Is you gon' plead the fifth or sound the horn? The time is now, my child, come on See, a lot of y'all don't understand Kendrick Lamar Because you wonder how I could talk about money, hoes, clothes, God, and history all in the same sentence You know what all the things have in common? Only half of the truth, if you tell it See I spent 23 years on the earth searching for answers 'Til one day I realized I had to come up with my own I'm not on the outside looking in I'm not on the inside looking out I'm in the dead fucking center, looking around You ever seen a newborn baby kill a grown man? That's an analogy for the way the world make me react My innocence been dead So, the next time I talk about money, hoes, clothes, God, and history all in the same sentence Just know I meant it, and you felt it 'Cause you too are searching for answers I'm not the next pop star, I'm not the next socially-aware rapper I am a human motherfucking being over dope-ass instrumentation Kendrick Lamar! Now fuck 'em up, Terrace! (Soul!) I watch this fire that we’re gathered around And see that it burns similar to the fire that’s inside you Section.80 Section.80 babies A generation of bliss and disobedience Know they can't control us Know they can't control you Know they can't control us But we can control each other We build our own world If you don't leave with nothing else tonight You will leave with knowing yourself You will leave knowing that you represent something that's bigger than all of us Our family Heart, honor, and respect This is you This is me And we are HiiiPower

or noir

J'suis le fruit de tes entrailles, j'témoigne sur un champ de ruines Comme un épouvantail, qui éloigne les anges du deal Mama, je vis pas je meurs pas, s'il te plaît prie pour moi, ne pleure pas J'passe beaucoup de temps sur un grand nombre de petites choses, et tu vois qu'les heures passent Tu m'as dit : "Reste près de la cour", avant de racailler, j'ai tété "Fils, ou tu vas finir dans un four à détailler de la CC" Moi j'n'ai jamais écouté l'prof, moi, j'n'ai jamais fait mes devoirs Mama, et si la police me coffre, c'est que t'as eu un bébé noir Et j'ai juré d'être hardcore, jusqu'à ma mort Tu m'as dit : "Petit tu as tort, le monde est rempli de choses que tu ignores" Très souvent les armes y sont, mais le tueur n'y est pas Trop souvent les larmes y sont, mais le cœur n'y est pas J'n'ai qu'ma famille, pas d'amis Des ennemis, et cette mélodie Moi j'n'ai que ma famille Pas d'amis, dans cette chienne de vie Des ennuis, des ennemis, et cette mélodie Cette mélodie, cette mélodie Les cicatrices m'ont ouvert l'âme, j'n'ai pas d'attache Entre le ciel et les flammes, mes démons jouent à cache-cache Si j'devais choisir entre tout ce biff et toutes ces bitchs Je prendrais le gros chèque, parce que l'oseille est la plus bonne des schnecks Et j'suis fait d'or noir comme le pétrole, les lumières de la ville sont mes lucioles Sur tous les terrains comme le Patrol, peu m'importe tant qu'j'fais le pactole On s'étiole, dans les derniers degrés de l'alcool, rêvant de Cap Canaveral De blanche de Panama avec mes rats dans l'Panamera Et j'n'sais faire que le bandit, à des années-lumières de Gandhi J'suis dans ma sphère tandis, que l'univers grandit J'écrase tous les remparts, sombre est ma vérité sans fard Du rap français je m’empare, "93" est sur l'étendard J'n'ai qu'ma famille, pas d'amis Des ennemis, et cette mélodie Moi j'n'ai que ma famille Pas d'amis, dans cette chienne de vie Des ennuis, des ennemis, et cette mélodie Cette mélodie, cette mélodie J'n'ai qu'ma famille, pas d'amis Des ennemis, et cette mélodie Moi j'n'ai que ma famille Pas d'amis, dans cette chienne de vie Des ennuis, des ennemis, et cette mélodie Cette mélodie, cette mélodie

big bucks

Lil Purpp bless yo trap Huh? I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked I count big bucks (Oh my God, Ronny) I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked We can get up, nigga, we can get up Chopper leave a nigga doing sit-ups That's yo ho? I fucked that bitch, she brought her sister And I hit it 'til the mornin', then I dipped her Yeah, dripped up, yeah, bitch, I'm Ricked up 100 bands at Neiman Marcus, nigga, catch up All that fu shit on your neck gon' get you rashed up Swear I'm flexin' on these niggas, bitch, I sauce Niggas fallin' off the game, and I'm the cause I swear to God these niggas pussy, menopause You get no money, lil' nigga, hold up, pause I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang, we just hit a stain And I came with two pistols like I'm Max Payne Six Os in my bank, I can't think the same You got your mind around these bitches, we don't think the same Damn, and I sip on Wok, Wok, Wok, Wok, Wok Pop a perc, then I Xan, then I drop I just pulled up to my show to drop the top Krispy Kreme, I'm doing donuts in the lot I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked Lil Purpp!

setz up

BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG Put your techs up, put your macs up SK's HK's, put your gats up Put your setz up, put your setz up Put your setz up, put your setz up Put your techs up, put your macs up Sk's hk's put your gats up Put your setz up, put your setz up Put your setz up, put your setz up Put your setz up, put your setz up From the other side you get wet up We don't believe in luck, but I am next up Have that ambulance come and get up Shoot his fuckin' face, blood on my wheats We got a lot of heat, we can shoot for weeks You a dead nigga, in big words, deceased I ain't gotta talk, let this choppa speak Ima go nuts, dont worry 'bout it Gon' kill me bitch nigga, don't be a girl about it Otf man, cause niggas snitches Throwin' L'z up till I'm dead or in prison Fuck a MOB, put money over bitches Fuck a Shondale, Imma rot in hell Imma maintenance man, I gotta lotta nails Attitude stink, kush what you smell Put your techs up, put your macs up SK's HK's, put your gats up Put your setz up, put your setz up Put your setz up, put your setz up Put your techs up, put your macs up Sk's hk's put your gats up Put your setz up, put your setz up Put your setz up, put your setz up

celebrity

I am in love with the lights, the love, the rights, the wrongs They told me that it wouldn't be night for long! The life, the love, the rights, the wrong They told me that it wouldn't be night for long! And I'm in love with the lights, the love Celebrity hoes, Hollywood parties that never get old Table full of new hoes, champagne nuvo My mind is on Venus, but my neck is on Pluto I need a girl that look badder than my girlfriend You know the ones that look badder than their girlfriends Paparazzi try to pop Big since I'm in Cali But I just hide my face doing a Errol Flynns Hoody over my head, Jedi, Anakin Looking like a BBC Louis V mannequin She ain't got no man in em She got no companion, she's Jenifer Aniston I'm trying to hit her, and her friend And again, and again Pass it to my mans and them Fucking all the baddest bitches in cities we're landing in! What happens when it all falls And the success is all gone And is all gone? But for now I'm a celebrity! For now I'm a celebrity! I am in love with the lights, the love, the rights, the wrongs They told me that it wouldn't be night for long! The life, the love, the rights, the wrong They told me that it wouldn't be night for long! I'm in love with the money.. They say that it's the root of all evil At least that's what the pastor tried to teach us But he will pass around that collection plate Til it's heavyweight as soon as his speech through Then hop in that Benz coupe Shit, I'm trying to get Benz too! But how is it the root of all evil? If it could take my whole family out to Rio? No more repo A depo, just speed boats Jewelry all gold call me C3PO Smoke so much, I gotta see 3PO Cause I'm worldwide tour with me and my nigga Zeno Most comfortable behind the mics like T.O So I hate to lose my Mike like Tito What happens when it all falls And the success is all gone And is all gone? But for now I'm a celebrity! For now I'm a celebrity! Cause I'm in love with the lights, the love, the rights, the wrongs They told me that it wouldn't be night for long! The life, the love, the rights, the wrong They told me that it wouldn't be night for long! I do it for, everything in life for love and meaning I hope they never try to tell me I'm leaving Getting everything I want, then I've got my mom next LA Reid sign checks right after the contract I always have a crazy flow pockets was on radio Active cause I guess I was active on a radio Way back in high school, yeah nigga CT Where I met my nigga Tone, Pat Piff, and CT Came out of the slump nigga way before T3 Giving hoes the run around, we just call them track meets It's funny now when I look back Cause them times gave me the inspiration that the track needs

najsilniejsi przetrwaja

Ja nie zacznę od hashtaga z Mobb Deep, odbij, mam bastion z liter Bo przetrwają mocni, chuj że masz kaloryfer (Co?) Pierdol kurtuazję, szykuj się na walkę Mym punchom z bitem ukłoniłby się Walter Przetrwają najtwardsze sztuki stąd Sądzisz, że immunitet można kupić? Błąd Wbijam im się w łeb jednym słowem I rosnę tam jak płód, bo z podziwu zachodzą w głowę Znów rosnę w siłę, a siła to potęga Jak żyłem, tak żyłem, teraz czas zwyciężać Byłem i będę, to wiedz ja Nie mam zamiaru tak łatwo odpuszczać, to mnie napędza To bit Prima, wciąż trzyma poziom i nie kimam, jak Alpina Daję dobry dźwięk i klimat Mam to w genach i szczena ci opadnie Bo przetrwa silniejszy, a słabszy odpadnie Szczebel po szczeblu, całe życie w biegu Lepiej wiedzieć, kim jest DJ Premier, gdzie jest epicentrum Wchodzisz w entertainment i nie zdajesz sobie sprawy Że twój wnuk oceni twój dorobek za cztery dekady Jak masz siłę i nie jesteś głupi to sobie poradzisz A jak jesteś słaby to wyginiesz jak mamuty Od początku z najlepszego kruszcu, pompuj muskuł I nie trać wątku, nie trać pulsu Przetrwać po trupach, spytaj tych co polegli To normalne, w tej grze, wygrywa najsilniejszy Najsilniejsi wytrwają, najważniejsza rzecz to przetrwanie Co by się nie działo tak pozostanie Strzał, błyszczą flesze, jesteś na ulicy Paparazzi? Nie, to policyjni technicy Jeden weźmie kredę, odrysuje twój kontur Sprawca później zezna, że zrobił to dla sportu Zresztą winę łatwo mu udowodnić Gdy każdy dobry wers to odcisk na miejscu zbrodni Miał być czerwony dywan jest czerwony chodnik Bo nie przetrwają najsilniejsi tylko wiarygodni Słabość puka, stuka, z buta, biję na alarm Chyba szukam, nie tutaj, muka, niech spierdala Ciśnie w swym despotyzmie skraść mi rogala Ziom, trzymam się z dala, spadam stąd, yalla yalla! Wbijam w słabostki, wbijam troski na marazm A słabej jednostki los nabijam na pala Ogień rozpalam w tobie bez tutoriala Piękny widok, samsara, wchodzi rap przy fanfarach Jeśli koniec jest blisko to czeka go kłopot, bo Przetrwać mogę wszystko, pół-człowiek, pół-mikrofon Chuj z apokalipsą jak i całym afterem Jak w Apocalypto Gibson, sam jestem reżyserem Bo hip-hop to przyszłość i tworzę historie Robię to lepiej, ty gorzej, są dwie kategorie Kiedy to wszystko pierdolnie pozostanę tu na zawsze Bo twardsze przetrwają, a wyginą te słabsze Nie jestem obcy, grze jak Philly Vinnie Paz Mielz tyle skilli, że widzi sam Stevie je Blam bidi beng wisi mi na szyi kiet z linii met Inni są veni, vidi ja mam vici, winisz mnie? Wyrosłem pośród hien, przetrwałem każdą z walk Grałem na setce scen, dając wam ciężki bas Wiedzą na mieście czyje słowo ponad Pokonam resztę, kładąc litery na stronach Jak cię widzą tak cię piszą i to wcale niefajne Każde lustro w domu mam podpisane punchlinem Twarda bania, no bo twarde Bałuty Tu zawsze idziem za ciosem jak jebane mamuty Na głębokich wodach życia każdy wymięknie Ty uważaj na zęby, wypływamy; al dente Twardzi przetrwają, zdechną ci słabsi Zera spierdalać; denominacja W tym jestem specem jak Nas - rap Specnaz Gdy składam punch instynktownie drzesz się "nie w twarz!" Chcesz zabrać głos? Słychać Twoje "eeee...." i "hush!!" Twój głos dziś kończy w urnie - spopielony sorry, baby... b-ash! Mój wielki prezydencki marsz wsparł premier Gdy wdrażam plan, każdy gorący kot kończy na drzewie Dzisiejszy rap to link do bazy śliskich larw... Jestem na kolizyjnym kursie z Wami #linkinpark Przetrwać po trupach, spytaj tych co polegli To normalne, w tej grze, wygrywa najsilniejszy Najsilniejsi wytrwają, najważniejsza rzecz to przetrwanie Co by się nie działo tak pozostanie Najsilniejsi przetrwają, nie mów, że bzdury pieprzę Bo nie chodzi mi tu wcale o obwód w bicepsie Moi bracia to wiedzą, zaczynałem od zera Musisz walczyć, ja wciąż się będę przy tym upierał Jaka kapitulacja, nie kończymy na chęciach Dla adeptów tych bloków to jest nie do przyjęcia Wciąż zachęcam bądź silny, wtedy na pewno przetrwasz Proste credo dla wszystkich ludzi z miejskiego getta Choć nie jestem z Shaolinu mam filozofię swoją jak RZA Żaden ze mnie produkt, nie stworzył mnie Blizzard Ja chce słyszeć dźwięk samplerów, czuć zapach płyt Na ścianach błysk lakierów, nie znasz tego - nie znasz nic Kiedyś patrzyłem z pod-ziemia, teraz patrzę spod-nieba Jestem nie do sprzedania, nie do kupienia Więcej mi nic nie trzeba, przetrwam tu każdy dzień Póki mam cel, póty mogę spełniać swój sen Po pierwsze primo, to jest mój rok, mam déjà vu Na te pokłady braggi nawet Mistrz Miyagi rady nie dałby Mam funky styl, swaggy fit, funky styl, swaggy fit Po drugie: Preemo, dawaj bit, jestem MC, jakie cięcie Jak jeszcze nie kumasz każdy mój werset rodzi się w bólach Mam product placement Redbulla, wacki gula, że tak to hula A jak się sprawa ma, że tak to buja, że buja tym karkiem przy tym nawet Jabba Hutt Czułem to w swoich snach, ich strach pachnie jak Paco Rabanne Kiedy gram, albo łapią "Stan" tak jak psychofan w klipie Ema Ema! nie wiesz co robię? Nawijam tak że twoje żywe legendy przewracają się w grobie Teraz. Czego tu brak? Kto tu ma, a kto nie ma flow? Nagroda Darwina, haaa, któryś wack dostanie ją Ty od postów kifoza, się prostuj i zobacz Joda nie pali mostów by mieli pod czym lądować Walczę o przetrwanie w grze, pierdolony Cast Away Jestem młody, utalentowany, mów mi Tommy Hanks Mnie zdobi dźwięk, flow to as w rękawie To jest Masta Ace, moją kartę na bit kładę Jak Gerry Lane mam w sobie ten instynkt Chcę przetrwać kiedy reszta dostaje wścieklizny Wiem, to nie science-fiction, niespokojny świat Bo to nie są Gwiezdne Wojny, to są wojny gwiazd Wszystko przeżyję - takie chuchro na pozór Jestem Rado, mówię słabo, kiedy mówią "stań z boku" Nie obchodzą mnie rankingi, bo nie ma tam Sławów A powrotem roku dla mnie jest Beata z Klanu Rapowe ziarno zamienię na talent Sieję rozpierdol, poczuj stwardnienie rozsiane Twardy jak skurwysyn, nie płakałem po Papale #makao po makale Przetrwać po trupach, spytaj tych co polegli To normalne, w tej grze, wygrywa najsilniejszy Najsilniejsi wytrwają, najważniejsza rzecz to przetrwanie Co by się nie działo tak pozostanie Po pierwsze primo silniejsze są tu skądinąd; blow Po drugie primo te słabe wyginą; dinozaur Temu od dzisiaj nie pytaj się gdzie jest Eis Tu bo dzisiaj to Michał upycha na bitach to flow jak Ace Szedłem małym krokami tu całymi latami A ci słabi chcą zabić mnie tu za to, winić i ganić Ich scena to stół z powyłamywanymi nogami O kulach nigdy nie pójdą tu w jednej linii z nami To chirurgiczne uderzenie jak wjazd Delta Force Eliminuje cele, mic - snajperka, wzrok Skanuje, ten fach w ręku, a w rękach broń Przetrwam jak moje wersy wylane na wosk Jem tylko steki z osobników alfa Na bitach jak rekin, ty znowu robisz karpia Jak szczęki na pętli zaciska się punchline Nawijał Siwers aka Ludojad, żarłacz O ósmej wyłączyłem TVN, poczułem się słabiej Breee! Znowu zwróciłem na siebie uwagę Potem siadłem do tekstu, bit DJ Premier Jak dla mnie może być nawet DJ Wójt, nie jestem bity w ciemię Agrrr! Jestem ill nawet wspak Więc zmieniam imię na "lli" kiedy cisnę chory rap Słyszysz lee, pisane jak te jeansy Więc kiedy pies spyta o dane, odpowiem "lli-sz-mi-td"

ballin

My cocaina, come manana So I could blow a couple dollars She see these diamonds on my collar She wanna fuck a fuckin baller Ballin, She wanna fuck a fuckin baller Ballin, Kilos in the attic chico But of course shorty sore for like 8 weeks You know I beat the pussy up like them Dre beats Its only right shorty fuckin with a fuckin baller If its black card baby gon fuck tomorrow Here's 10 stacks, feel like I bought her But fuck it, me and Cafe' just left the border 5 million dollar house and I ain't talkin slaughter Talkin paid in full bitch and I ain't talkin Porter And that ghost got a stash box in it 200 on the dash fly by cops with her (Like ayye) I be ghost ridin, got them hoes smilin Bought that bitch a smart car now we both ridin I get it from me prima Yall niggas might have seen her The cokin cowboys, they goin' La Marina You fuck up her money, Oooh mama mia Rather be burnt with gonorrhea Than cursed with santeria These my nina for that white girl like Chritsina's nina Oops I mean nino, all the white boys You know gardio, or like Rozay say that cocaina Whip it back in the cocina (now we)

castle of glass

Take me down to the river bend Take me down to the fighting end Wash the poison from off my skin Show me how to be whole again Fly me up on a silver wing Past the black where the sirens sing Warm me up in a nova's glow And drop me down to the dream below 'Cause I'm only a crack in this castle of glass Hardly anything there for you to see For you to see Bring me home in a blinding dream Through the secrets that I have seen Wash the sorrow from off my skin And show me how to be whole again 'Cause I'm only a crack in this castle of glass Hardly anything there, for you to see For you to see 'Cause I'm only a crack in this castle of glass Hardly anything else I need to be 'Cause I'm only a crack in this castle of glass Hardly anything there for you to see For you to see, for you to see

cant say

No, you can't say if I'm mad or not Smokin' hella weed, I'm on the alcohol And shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off I keep two hoes in my bed, I got 'em turning out What would you do if you heard I got it going on? I had to burn, I left skrt marks, I had to dip (I had to) Gotta watch for 12 'round my town, you might get killed (Better watch for 12) I'm out my mind, yeah, I'm high above the rim (I'm out my mind) You cop it live, boy, I got it all on film You gotta watch out where you rock 'cause shit get real Drink too real, I can't be fake, don't know the feel Gotta take a long drive up the hill Gang too wavy, move like Navy Seals I'm too wavy, think I need a Lyft Chicago baby, she just wanna drill The vibe's too wavy, it's too hard to kill Gotta watch out where you go 'cause shit get real Uh-huh, yeah Swang, when I swang, when I swang to the left Oh, yeah Po—pop my trunk, dip—dip—dip—dip Oh my You can't say if I'm mad or nah Smokin' hella weed, I'm on that alcohol And shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off I keep two hoes in my bed, I got 'em turning out What would you do if you heard I got it burning out? I let it burn, skrt that mark, I had to dip (I had to) Better watch for 12 'round my town, you might get killed (Better watch for 12) I'm out my mind, yeah, I'm high above the rim (I'm out my mind) You cop it live, boy, I got it all on film You must be cautious, told the lil' hoes I'm all in Play this ballers offense, I left ol' girl, she callin' You know I hit in the morning, oh, yeah, she yawning I met you in the club, bitch, you know this shit mean nothing Oh, didn't I hit your cousin? Mhm, no—no discussion Sipping on lean, no Robitussin, oh, yeah, I know you love me I beat it ain't no cuddling, you down bad, you suffering I don't give a fuck how hard it get, that lil' bitch know I started this Uh-huh, oh, yeah, get to the cash, no layup Spend a big bag, Rodeo, some may ride for the fresh cut Hoes come through just to touch us, I'ma tell the truth like Usher You already know how I bust her, slang my chop from Russia Swang, when I swang, when I swang to the left Pop—pop my trunk, dip—dip—dip—dip Swang—swang, when I swang, when I swang to the left Pop—pop my trunk, dip No, you can't say if I'm mad or not Smokin' hella weed, I'm on the alcohol And shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off I keep two hoes in my bed, I got 'em turning out What would you do if you heard I got it going on? I had to burn, I left skrt marks, I had to dip Gotta watch for 12 'round my town, you might get killed I'm out my mind, yeah, I'm high, above the rim You cop it live, boy, I got it all on film

ronnie coleman

When I’m alone Smoking weed, sitting by the window in my home Often thinking why the fuck is it I’m not in Rome If I had a little motivation, money, and a hot body I see it now, Bronson, the heart-throbby No more pigging out, binging on the late night No more sneaking juice in the syringe to get the game tight No more pack of hot dogs on my neck right by the fade right 40 pounds to go and then you hookers getting laid right I’m eating salad but I’m leaving off the croutons 'Cause ever since a youth your dog's huskier than UConn Savings on the cookies, mommy clipping out the coupons Passing out from over-eating, sleeping on the futon Lock the refrigerator, there’s no controlling me Steak and chocolate got they muthafuckin hold on me Ain’t trying to be laid in a box, roses on me Bronsolino running 5 miles for the glory Lets go, 20 more to go baby boy Yo you want that V by the crotch right? Yeah lets go (I want it) Gimme some pushups Gimme some dips (I can’t no more) Let me get some jumping jacks (Gimme a sandwich!) Yeah you want that steak dinner don’t you? (AAAAH) Your gonna work that sandwich off now (I need marshmallows!) Yeah lets fuckin go 20 more miles, lets go you fat fuck (AH MARSHMALLOWS, GIVE IT TO ME) You motherfucker, you, fuck you! From philly cheesesteaks, lobsters on the barbeque I’m getting twisted eating chicken with a prostitute An hour later eat the burger with my drug dealer Then add the butter to the fudge to make the fudge realer Every five minutes look in the fridges as if magic happened Sneak a cookie, rip the bag, and fix the plastic wrapping I don’t want know one to know that I took it Cause I'm an over-eater (Ay yo ock, ay yo ock, fry the mayonnaise for me, man) Life is a smorgasbord to me and I’ma over do it I wanna wear Italian clothing but it just don’t cut it Not the type that show the package with the crystal studded The shit they model in Milan that’s looking crispy custom 5 and 6 bitches, lickin’ my dick twitches Serve up a facial, Mister Belding, bitches dismiss ‘em For now I’ll take what I can get till this shit switches Whatever fuck you stupid bitch Peace to the Drums of Heaven Peace to beef ribs Extended lunch time I eat enough for three kids Go on a diet, then fall off because I’m weak kid Since I was young I’m eatin’ candy on the sneak tip My day is based upon fine drugs, cholesterol Though at my height and weight im probably still the best at ball I’m tatted up, I have no shame to show the chest at all I bet I have your lady humming on my testicles Yeah, Bronsolino Bout to be fuckin, summer time in the winter Shirtless

whitepunkondope

Back again with somethin' new to hate Back with another style to take These labels runnin' outta ideas quick So they studying my moves, but they won't find shit Back again with somethin' new to hate Back with another style to take These labels runnin' outta ideas quick So they studying my moves, but they won't find shit Makin' this money quick, and I don't even want it Runnin' a mile with your style but it's stolen Too many offers, inbox still loadin' They acting touchy, but they know I never want 'em They see the team, they see the shows, and now they want it I never sell them what I know you can't stomach So get the fuck up out the way, cause we the only ones that does it Bitch I'm fresh off tour, while your ticket sales strugglin' Back again with somethin' new to hate Back with another style to take These labels runnin' outta ideas quick So they studying my moves, but they won't find shit Running to fuck 'em up, while you lingering on the cusp of quittin' You say you finished cause they just won't listen Take five steps back, sit down just watch I'm the physical result of doing what they said not Keep your eyes on me, keep your eyes on me Keep your eyes on me, keep your eyes on me Keep your eyes on me, keep your eyes on me Keep your eyes on me, keep your eyes on me

momma i hit a lick

I want it, I want it, I want it-it-it-it Chilly, chilly, chilly, chilly (Yeah, what?) Wake up, Count Chilly (What?) I'm up, Count Chilly (Up) Tell my mama I hit a lick Tell my mama I hit a lick (Lick) Huh, mama, I hit a lick Mama, I hit a lick I’m comin', baby, send the address Progress, never digress (Never) Your last one didn't pass the fly test (Test) I eat rappers, no digest Fuck a piece, I want the whole pie graph (Yeah) Money taller than a giraffe (Tall) Feng shui by the mic stand Have you ever had two one-night stands? (Have you ever?) I’m a emperor, very sinister Somewhere smokin' on indica (Mmm) Fox on me like Vivica (Mmm) I pray for before meals, spiritual Wack ace, bet a big face (Yeah) They want my spot, they wanna switch place (Yeah) They want the gas, wanna sip Ace (Yeah) Baow, baow, straight to the face (Bow) I'm takin' my lawyer the whole briefcase (Whole) Makin' a play in the police face They was like, "Man, he fresh" I was like, "Go, DJ" (Go) When they played your new shit I was like, "No, DJ" (No) You can go on and skip that I buy a house and flip that Chilly, chilly (Chilly), chilly (Chilly), chilly (Count it) Wake up, Count Chilly I'm up, Count Chilly Tell my mama I hit a lick (Hit it) Tell my mama I hit a lick Huh, mama, I hit a lick (Huh) Mama, I hit a lick (Ahh) Fall off in this bitch, I ball off in this bitch My commas hit the floor, you crawl off in this bitch I threw a hundred more, you stall off in this bitch And then I vámonos, applaud me in this bitch C-notes, B-notes, P-notes all up in this bitch Man, y'all not in this bitch, y'all are not familiar Y’all are immigrants, the law not in this bitch, I Fuck the opp, no competitor Got into it with my bitch last night She was right, but I had to get at her Two popped bands and they dance on my waist Hit the face, that’s the editor I don't take pics on a jet, lil nigga This shit regular, G5s all in my backyard Sit you roody-poos in the nosebleed Now my pockets holding big protein Big, big protein (Protein) I leveled up past Fab Five Your favorite rapper Desperate Housewives Playin’ with me get you chastised Milk 'em all 'til I'm satisfied They didn’t fall for it, strategize Switch the flow 'cause they know niggas like identity theft Oh, you got like me? (Say less) Oh, you pop like me? (Say less) Mask keep a nigga (In check) Huh, swag keep a nigga (With checks) Huh, tags on my wall (Success) Huh, played the underdog, now flex (Now flex) Chilly (Chilly), chilly (Chilly), chilly (Chilly), chilly (Chilly) Wake up, Count Chilly I'm up, Count Chilly Tell my mama I hit a lick (Lick) Tell my mama I hit a lick Mama, I hit a lick Mama, I hit a lick Mama, I hit a lick Mama, I hit a lick