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ring the alarm

Ring the alarm I've been through this too long But I'll be damned if I see another chick on your arm Don't you ring the alarm I've been through this too long But I'll be damned if I see another chick on your arm She gon' be rockin' chinchilla coats If I let you go Benz and the house off the coast If I let you go She gon' take everything I own If I let you go I can't let you go Damned if I let you go She gone rock them VVS stones If I let you go (Coupes) In the 'Bach carter rolls If I let you go She go profit everything I taught If I let you go I can't let you go Damned if I let you go Tell me how should I feel When I know what I know And my female intuition Telling me you a dog People told me 'bout the flames I couldn't see through the smoke When I need answers, accusations What you mean you gone choke? You can't stay, you gotta go Ain't no other chick spending ya dough This is taking a toll The way the story unfolds Not the picture perfect movie everyone would've saw She gon' be rockin' chinchilla coats If I let you go Benz and the house off the coast If I let you go She gon' take everything I own If I let you go I can't let you go Damned if I let you go She gone rock them VVS stones If I let you go (Coupes) In the 'Bach carter rolls If I let you go She go profit everything I taught If I let you go I can't let you go Damned if I let you go Ring the alarm I've been through this too long But I'll be damned if I see another chick on your arm Don't you ring the alarm I've been through this too long But I'll be damned if I see another chick on your arm Tell me how should I feel When you made me belong And the thought of you just touching her is what I hate most I don't want you, but I want it and I can't let it go To know you give it to her like you gave it to me, come on (Oh) He's so arrogant and bold (Oh) But she gon' love that shit, I know I done put in a call Time to ring the alarm 'Cause you ain't never seen a fire like the one I'm gon' cause She gon' be rockin' chinchilla coats If I let you go Benz and the house off the coast If I let you go She gon' take everything I own If I let you go I can't let you go Damned if I let you go She gone rock them VVS stones If I let you go (Coupes) In the 'Bach carter rolls If I let you go She go profit everything I taught If I let you go I can't let you go Damned if I let you go How can you look at me And not see all the things that I kept only just for you? Why would you risk it, baby? Is that the price I that pay? But this is my show and I won't let you go All it's been paid for, and it's mine How could you look at me And not see all the things? (See all the things, see all the things) She gon' be rockin' chinchilla coats If I let you go Benz and the house off the coast If I let you go She gon' take everything I own If I let you go I can't let you go Damned if I let you go She gone rock them VVS stones If I let you go (Coupes) In the 'Bach carter rolls If I let you go She go profit everything I taught If I let you go I can't let you go Damned if I let you go

1 thing i know

1 thing i know These bitches come and go So keep'em out ya business Dont let'em know what your doing Cause they be hating and I swear that shit ain't cool She'll put some niggas on you Don't tell her your every move 1 thing i know These bitches come and go So keep'em out ya business Dont let'em know what your doing Cause they be hating and I swear that shit ain't cool She'll put some niggas on you Don't tell her your every move 1 thing i know Dont ever trust these hoes dawg 1 thing i know Dont ever love these hoes dawg These bitches come and go I had to learn that shit the hard way So keep'em out ya business Dont let'em know what your doin I heard these niggas been stressing bout these bitches lately They gotta be kiddin but my shoes tide So i ain't trippen baby Oh my pimpin And then a trigger off But your amazing hey!! Rhymes in the city Boping that oh my god Dis crazy heyy And i keep sure My refund no high fuck And those drugs in And plugged in Like life support Keep these bitches out your business Never wife a boy She sceaming she sceaming just like a boy And dont love her though Rule number 2 never trust a ho And everybody freak what you covering for She old news Like a bubble code Im in a old school You bussing up So pay attention closely Cause this is what the wise man told me 1 thing i know These bitches come and go So keep'em out ya business Dont let'em know what your doing Cause they be hating and I swear that shit ain't cool She'll put some niggas on you Don't tell her your every move 1 thing i know Dont ever trust these hoes dawg 1 thing i know Dont ever love these hoes dawg These bitches come and go I had to learn that shit the hard way So keep'em out ya business Dont let'em know what your doin Dont let'em know what your doin Dont let'em knoe that your on Dont let'em know how you move Dont let'em know where your goin Dont let'em play you a fool I rap like i got me a point to prove And im back like i left something in the room That repeat got me better now I ain't jumpin no broom Cause i ain't tryna settle down Album is coming soon Got unit curve to curve And she a true fan she know mi shit word for word But i still dont trust her Never ever would love her I only wanna fuck her And keep it undercover to And its just one thing u gotta do Keep dem bitches out ya business And never get caught slipping nigga 1 thing i know These Bitches come and go So keep'em out ya business Dont let'em know what your doing Cause they be hating and I swear that shit ain't cool She'll put some niggas on you Don't tell her your every move 1 thing i know Dont ever trust these hoes dawg 1 thing i know Dont ever love these hoes dawg These bitches come and go I had to learn that shit the hard way So keep'em out ya business Dont let'em know what your doin

staying in

Another Friday afternoon Dicky chillin in his room Got a teddy on the bed, you bet he playing little spoon Pimpin I ain't fittna move shit Bitches getting stupid But I ain't getting hammered less you handing me a tool kit And yea I know the cool kids are drinkin at the bar But I just ate a chicken parm And then got faded in ma car And theres tomato on ma navel, as I'm layin in ma arms Debating if its safe to wait because the bathrooms kinda far Goddamn I don't wanna go nowhere Why the fuck these bitches call ma cell Ion't really care what the fuck they do I just wanna lay in bed and jerk off ma self Sun is going down, I bet the club been going down But I don't wanna fuck wit nuffin less it's something in the house And now I'm naked on the couch Wit raisenets in ma mouth I'm playin a stupid asian in NBA 2k12 And I'm beatin that ass wit the Utah Jazz Youjizz on the tablet, loading multiple tabs As I pack bowls, mac pro, chattin wit a black ho Dat want a redskin sack, call dat bitch orakpo Crack flow, fuckin wit a lotta fuckin snacks bro Cookies in the oven, whatcha know bout how I stack dough And I ain't got no mafuckan plans ya diggg It's Friday night and I'm stayin in Don't wanna drink, man you couldn't even pay the kid Who knew that layin in the crib would make a hit So put ya hands in the air if you stayin innnn If you don't even care what day it is Ya had a long week, roll weed, take a hit Go on Demand, take a gander and play some shittt Okay ma cell is getting bombed yo Bitches want a don To come meet em greet em leave wit em, freak em at they condo Ma penis like Chicago D Rose pronto But I won't be scorin less it's Fifa with Ronaldo Cause I ain't comin out, I'm getting freaky, Michael Jackson Keepin up with the Kardashians As I'm eatin easy mac And as I'm peein I'm seein penis wit pieces of a napkin Need to clean it, i'm creamin without a boo, dis ain't Aladdin Achu, das what the rest yall do erry time yall spit some sicknin shit The fridge gotta lil bit left in it so now i'm raiden sub zero to finish him Damn...how you do dat there, you kickin it like Liu Kang here Ma pubic hair super bare whatcha know about a Jews wit Nair And iont think I wanna brag, but stayin inside the pad Was basically the greatest day that I've had Holla back if you don't really wanna pregame, and wait for cabs Would rather eat a fuckin cheese cake, and take a nap I'm double bundled up under covers I'm comfy den a mafucka Bumpin to something Usher, while grubbing on some fuddruckers Say I ain't the man ho playin on demand shows You can get retarded, but Lil Dicky think he stayin home And I ain't got no mafuckan plans ya diggg It's Friday night and I'm stayin in Don't wanna drink, man you couldn't even pay the kid Who knew that layin in the crib would make a hit So put ya hands in the air if you stayin innnn If you don't even care what day it is Ya had a long week, roll weed, take a hit Go on Demand, take a gander and play some shittt

venom

Uh, ayy Fuck 'em Yeah Ayy, keep that shit goin' mane Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, yuh, ayy, ayy All these punk motherfuckers don't know (Don't know) They running their mouth like I won't kick in their door (Like I won't kick in they door) All these punk motherfuckers hitting my phone (Hitting my phone, ayy) You think we boys, I never seen you at one of my shows (I never seen you at one of my shows) All these punk motherfuckers don't know (Don't know) They running their mouth like I won't kick in their door (Like I won't kick in they door) All these punk motherfuckers hitting my phone (Hitting my phone, ayy) You think we boys, I never seen you at one of my shows (I never seen you at one of my shows) See, I been fucking up my life no joke (No joke) Tatted my face, quit my job, went broke (Went broke) But I been loving every day a little more (Day a little more) When you hear that wooden block, you know it's only Ghoste Made in the image of what they call Satan The blade is serrated and decapitating The brain of sedated and awaiting heads Never to let them think freely again Put 'em in an underwater grave Better pay your attention to what I am about to say Fuck what your friends say Fuck what the man say I been licking venom off my gums (Ayy, yuh) Getting faded off the blood of my girl, (Yuh, yuh) I cut her on the face, she told me "more" (Ayy, yuh) She got blood on my grandma floor (Ayy, yuh) Bitch, I'm draped in Ghost Supply head to toe (Ayy, yuh) Y'all were sleeping, I don't want your damn clothes (Ayy, yuh, yuh) My chick gon' to seduce your damn girl (Ayy, yuh) We tag-teaming like we wrestling for the belt (Lay down your soul) All these punk motherfuckers don't know (Don't know) They running their mouth like I won't kick in their door (Like I won't kick in they door) All these punk motherfuckers hitting my phone (Hitting my phone, ayy) You think we boys, I never seen you at one of my shows (I never seen you at one of my shows) All these punk motherfuckers don't know (Don't know) They running their mouth like I won't kick in their door (Like I won't kick in they door) All these punk motherfuckers hitting my phone (Hitting my phone, ayy) You think we boys, I never seen you at one of my shows (I never seen you at one of my shows)

best friends

My best friend say she sick of me cryin' on the phone Tellin' how the men be doggin' me My best friend say don't tell her nothin' bout me and you 'Cause she ain't showin' me no sympathy My best friend say If she was me, she'd have let you go a long, long time ago My best friend say, my best friend say I'll be there I'll still be there for you In your time of need, you can lean on me Come on, I'll be there for you I'll still be there for you In your time of need, you can lean on me Come on, I'll be there for you My best friend say, I can stay with her At her house, no doubt, any time I like My best friend say, don't let you ruin my life Cause you don't do for me and you don't act right My best friend say If she was me she would let you go long, long time ago My best friend say, my best friend say I'll still be there for you In your time of need, you can lean on me Come on, I'll be there for you I'll still be there for you In your time of need, you can lean on me Come on, I'll be there for you Hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah Hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah Hey, hey, hey hey, yeah I'll be there, yeah I'll be there for you In your time of need, you can lean on me Come on, I'll be there for you I'll be there for you In your time of need, you can lean on me Come on, I'll be there for you

heartbroken

Laid out like a crucifix, she ready for religion She ain't go to church but she know how to beg forgiveness This that kinda night that you can't keep the room from spinning This that kinda night, yeah, yeah Just landed in New York, the plug is waiting at the hotel You know the deal, no camera phones This ain't a fucking show and tell People taking pictures through the curtains In the 'rari spilling ash, she spillin' bourbon I gave out all my love now it's gone I should be heartbroken but I'm not I turned it all around now I'm a heartbreaker Laid out like a crucifix, she ready for religion We can't make no love, 'cause I can't make no more commitments This that kinda night you know damn well you gon' be sinning This that kinda night, yeah, yeah Too many of my homies turned into dick riders All of my exes, they my exes, they some liars People posting pictures like they know my fucking life though I been making money since 2009 though I gave out all my love now it's gone I should be heartbroken but I'm not I turned it all around now I'm a heartbreaker Fifteen acres later, I'm still waking up with paper In a Maybach, to the Lakers Watch your girl, I'm doing labor Enfants riches, leather jacket, hard as mothafuckin' razors Got it down to a science And I never been a traitor Got a bitch from the equator Top of the hill, I got no neighbors Man of the year, ain't no debater Look at my team, I'm like we major I'm in L.A., cuffed pants like a skater I'm a draper and a flavor I'm a mood, heartbreaker I'ma fuck her, then I'm cool

swamp

I could be here all day. You're gonna tell me what I need to know. You're gonna tell me! Are you gonna tell me? C'mon, spit it out... Me Ilamo Roberto, y este es el camino al éxito. Fucking commas up from the outside From the outside, from the outside Fu-fucking dollars up from the outside From the outside, from the outside They been talkin' down on me (huh) what ya say? They been talkin' down on me (huh) what ya say? They been talkin' down on me (huh) what ya say? They been talkin' down on me (huh) what ya say? My daddy taught me how to sell dope Turn grams into elbows Light it up when the L rolled Black mask, used to kick doors Wasn't no bullets in the guns though Niggas still never argued Raid the house like the task force Me and my niggas like drug dogs Find the dope then we take off Fuck my girl with my chain on Then she tatted my name on it Yellowstone, I was raised on it Actavis in my baby bottle Baby stroller was an Impala Niggas like to talk down on me When I see 'em, I don't hear about it Fucking commas up from the outside From the outside, from the outside Fu-fucking dollars up from the outside From the outside, from the outside They been talkin' down on me (huh) what ya say? They been talkin' down on me (huh) what ya say? They been talkin' down on me (huh) what ya say? They been talkin' down on me (huh) what ya say? (Merlyn! Merlyn!) Never would've met my friends if not for satellites Yeah, I'll cuff her even if she do not suck me right (suck me, suck me!) Always planned to be a rapper when I failed at life Luckily professor failed me at the proper time (yee! yee!) Shh-shh, shh, I say "please" all the time, bitch Shh-shh, shh, I like white collar crime, bitch Shh-shh, shh, money digital broke and Shh-shh, shh, Ghana prince in your messages I know you hate me for leavin' Then let's go crazy together When I tell ya all the things that I'm thinking Just so that we could get better But you wanna put my heart on the stretcher I don't got insurance for this pressure Wanna find the benefits, I can't measure Trying not to run out on my temper I can see the ash and the ember That was made from emotional texture I don't know why I took this endeavor Don't identify with oppressors Don't identify with surrender All of my old friends fair-weather Gotta treat my heart like a treasure 'Cause all I know is no one else will Fucking commas up from the outside From the outside, from the outside Fu-fucking dollars up from the outside From the outside, from the outside They been talkin' down on me (huh) what ya say? They been talkin' down on me (huh) what ya say? They been talkin' down on me (huh) what ya say? They been talkin' down on me (huh) what ya say? You do not know me, don't speak of my homies, you are a phony Quit pinnin' shit on me, you gon' bring out the old me You don't wanna know what I wanna do when y'all talk down on my name I don't wanna see you in the street 'cause I might catch a case People smile when they face to face (woo, woo, woo!) Then turn their back and switch up words you say (ah, ah, ah!) Running to the papers everyday (woo, woo, woo!) I'm running to the paper anyway (ah, ah, ah!) Fucking commas up from the outside From the outside, from the outside Fu-fucking dollars up from the outside From the outside, from the outside They been talkin' down on me (huh) what ya say? They been talkin' down on me (huh) what ya say? They been talkin' down on me (huh) what ya say? They been talkin' down on me (huh) what ya say?

starter kit

Kush packs and them rubber bands were my starter kit Gun shots at your mama house cause you started it Niggas taking every damn thing, if they ordered it You front the packs and we don't call you back, then it's over with Mama saying boy why y'all playing in that water Got granny what y'all doing with my Bigger sister saying y'all lil boy look suspicious Got mama saying what y'all doing with my dishes Twelve came through and we had for the fishes Got locked up in school, we ain't worried 'bout detention Heard mama walking through the 'partments with a tool Whoadie mama said I know y'all boys ain't been to school Hit the D-mall like a motherfucking school Yeah we shoot but we in the pool shooting pool rushed the card I have to call the fucking check ball If swag was a plane I'm finna motherfucking take off Watch me shake the fake off, watch me shake the fake off I am on so much green I can play golf Kush pack and the rubber band and a digi scale And a zip lock, residue all in my fingernails Kush packs and them rubber bands were my starter kit Gun shots at your mama house cause you started it Niggas taking every damn thing, if they ordered it You front the packs and we don't call you back, then it's over with Selling bags, zip locks, six Glocks, twenty scales Sick spot, fuck my car you should see what my bitch got If you ain't get no money my nigga then you can't hang at this spot Nigga wanna play then okay somebody get shot Rollies for the whole team, urine full of codeine Pounds on the Sunbeam, baby bottles with more lean I'm young and dumb and I ain't got no patience I'm 'bout to pull up at the trap and see what's shaking I bought me fifty he front me fifty, I thought 'bout taking it My nigga told me don't do it so I went paid the man I let your bitch come to me and then told her get away from here Strong packs and calculators, ain't nothing but a pint in that refrigerator Kush packs and them rubber bands were my starter kit Gun shots at your mama house cause you started it Niggas taking every damn thing, if they ordered it You front the packs and we don't call you back, then it's over with

dkny

A young lady was talking to me the other day Asked me if I heard a new song called B.O.B (Battery Operated Boyfriend) And when I think about it from as far back as I can think Almost every woman I can remember had one But I ain't the kind of nigga that just take that lightly like "Oh, that's nothing, that's normal for a woman to have a dildo" My mind goes to, "Why do they need it?" Cause we absent, then I ask myself why are we absent Then I think about us being taking into slavery Where learning to read was forbidden Can't read, won't have a proper education No proper education, can't get a proper job Don't have a proper job, don't have money to live and eat Gotta eat to live so you do the only other thing you know That'll definitely put food on the table, hustle dope on the streets Hustle dope, might have to kill another nigga Kill somebody, go to the Feds Go to the Feds for ever ever ever, get to sleeping with them boys Do that, might contract aids Get out, give that to your woman She give it to the next nigga You and that nigga start funking One of the niggas kill the other Then it's the same cycle all over again We absent, dead or in jail No, I ain't that kind of nigga I am not a cryin' bitch, I get up out to try and grit Put my vocal tape I sell it then I'mma get to buyin' shit Made it up out the lions pit, no fuckin' denying this is Some high and mighty spit, I'm rhymin' in the year the Mayans writ Destruction, introductions to new Front men Working for the government, snups and lust they trust in I was in the Gulf when US had a bust reduction But for the soldiers stuffed in dust, we gotta turn up the cups then And party with they families, we kickin' it to anarchy We granted these insanities The kid would get humanity Vanishing is who standing in vanity Damn it, B-L-double-O-D you scammed that T, you die under canopy I don't, trip off what another nigga do And I don't, lip off to another niggas' crew If I ain't got a trigger to I'm tryin' to live a few They say do your thang, you different kind of nigga, you (2X) Close to my ragin', far from a jiggaboo Do your thing, you different kinda nigga you Over came the shit that they be giving you Do your thing you different kinda nigga you I'm a different, B-R double-E D And I live it, see the people lovin' on me And I give it, my heart away including the arteries I don't be hollow boy like me if you ain't watersoluble I do's it, how you gonna change the game If you ain't got game changin' music And I lose it, whenever niggas ain't the same And they plain Jane and April Fools it I beastly slipped and like my sides is greasy Till the industry on the eyes I ain't so easy Lookin' at me like a leper, now they lovin' the keffer Lookin' like I'll never make it, lookin' like salt and pepper While my music's so Sebastian Bach When the world ain't thinkin' like I'm thinkin' Better dummy it up but the cash is stopped I gotta smash it a, Asher Roth that'll shake the spot There's only so much time in this song, and I've got to say a lot Tryin' to get paper fore the paper stop, I'll make a plot To make my bank account look like Vegas minus the beggin' twat It's effortless for me to pepper it, with cleverness But they just gimme a glimpse of the pimps who's they be steppin' in Got 'em guessing what I'm finna (Do) Never change my lyrics (To) Be jeffin' with you jigga (Boo) Different kinda nigga (You)

closer

Hey, I was doing just fine before I met you I drink too much And that's an issue, but I'm okay Hey, you tell your friends It was nice to meet them But I hope I never see them again I know it breaks your heart Moved to the city in a broke-down car And four years, no calls Now you're lookin' pretty in a hotel bar And I-I-I can't stop No, I-I-I can't stop So, baby, pull me closer In the backseat of your Rover That I know you can't afford Bite that tattoo on your shoulder Pull the sheets right off the corner Of the mattress that you stole From your roommate back in Boulder We ain't ever getting older We ain't ever getting older We ain't ever getting older You look as good as the day I met you I forget just why I left you, I was insane Stay and play that blink-182 song That we beat to death in Tucson, okay I know it breaks your heart Moved to the city in a broke-down car And four years, no call Now I'm lookin' pretty in a hotel bar And I-I-I can't stop No, I-I-I can't stop So, baby, pull me closer In the backseat of your Rover That I know you can't afford Bite that tattoo on your shoulder Pull the sheets right off the corner Of the mattress that you stole From your roommate back in Boulder We ain't ever getting older We ain't ever getting older We ain't ever getting older So, baby, pull me closer In the backseat of your Rover That I know you can't afford Bite that tattoo on your shoulder Pull the sheets right off the corner Of the mattress that you stole From your roommate back in Boulder We ain't ever getting older We ain't ever getting older (No, we ain't ever getting older) We ain't ever getting older (No, we ain't ever getting older) We ain't ever getting older (We ain't ever getting older) We ain't ever getting older (No, we ain't ever getting older) (We ain't ever getting older) (No, we ain't ever getting older)

i just might

Y'all ain't gon' fuck with me Y'all ain't gon' fuck with me Y'all ain't gon' fuck- ayy Y'all ain't gon' fuck with me Y'all ain't gon' fuck with me Ayy I just might spend a whole milli' (Racks) I just might throw to the ceilin' (C-note) I just might spend a lil' dub today I just might spend a lil' twenty (Checks) I just might spend a lil' million (Checks) I just might fork up a billion (Checks) I just might come out there broke today (Sheesh) I just might come out with fifty (Checks) I just might come out with hunnas (Sheesh) I might just turn to a stunna, woah (Sheesh) I might look like anacondas (Sheesh, sheesh) I might fuck my homie's mama (Slatt) I might dress up like a hunter (Skrt) I might pull up in a Honda (Skrt) I just might get to these riches (Ayy, woo) I might go broke with these bitches (Bitch) Whippin' the dope, ride the pot like a peg Nigga got the whole rock under my feet, no Pro Ked These bitches like when I go crazy, I swear I go crazy like spazz Nigga could never be none of you, never ever, you're not it Consider our street soldiers, run with the wooly Lil' Mexico lingo lingo Yes I got a will, but you're not included All because you're not cutthroat (slime) Yes I got bales in the pantry Yes I got pounds in the attic I don't like you Yes I'ma turn my head on you like you a lil' faggot If I ever take a trip to the chain gang you know they embracin' lil' homie The warden on me, they pourin' on me You think it's a dream, you blurry on me My skin is tatted, you can tour on it Matter fact you can explore on it You should go down on your numbers, my nigga You overexaggeratin', plural on it I just might spend a whole milli' (Racks) I just might throw to the ceilin' (C-note) I just might spend a lil' dub today I just might spend a lil' twenty (Checks) I just might spend a lil' million (Checks) I just might fork up a billion (Checks) I just might come out there broke today (Sheesh) I just might come out with fifty (Checks) I just might come out with hunnas (Sheesh) I might just turn to a stunna, woah (Sheesh) I might look like anacondas (Sheesh, sheesh) I might fuck my homie's mama (Slatt) I might dress up like a hunter (Skrt) I might pull up in a Honda (Skrt) I just might get to these riches (Ayy, woo) I might go broke with these bitches I just let you feel on it, I just let you feel on it I just let you feel on it, I just let you feel on it I just want you never to stop, shit I just want you never to stop, shit I just want you baby, baby, got you on the bed, bed Don't ever stop, don't ever stop, shit I just might, I just might, I just might, I just might, I just might, I just might, hit that tommorow Oh, I dive in the sky, I really believe I can fly I be like "Hurry and buy" I fucked 'em both I'm connivin' I'm an angel in the sky I look down on the drive by's Hundred bands inside of my pants YSL loaded I don't like gold jewelry no more Put it up like a trophy, I'm the coldest Smell like flowers, she's the bomb I just call her "Lotus" Dick get hard on her butt My nickname "Hokus Pokus" I just might spend a whole milli' (Racks) I just might throw to the ceilin' (C-note) I just might spend a lil' dub today I just might spend a lil' twenty (Checks) I just might spend a lil' million (Checks) I just might fork up a billion (Checks) I just might come out there broke today (Sheesh) I just might come out with fifty (Checks) I just might come out with hunnas (Sheesh) I might just turn to a stunna, woah (Sheesh) I might look like anacondas (Sheesh, sheesh) I might fuck my homie's mama (Slatt) I might dress up like a hunter (Skrt) I might pull up in a Honda (Skrt) I just might get to these riches (Ayy, woo) I might go broke with these bitches

evil genius

That’s just a snare; don’t be afraid of the snare I'm an evil genius, disobedient, villain you hate to love Mischievous, mysterious, miscellaneous Used to make love to complex simplicity all the time Now she my star and I'm her sky and I ain't afraid to die I don't give a fuck! Mind Young Mind (I don't give a Fuck) Mind Young Mind (I don't give a Fuck) Mind Young Mind (I don't give a Fuck) Mind Young Mind (I don't give a Fuck) Indecisive, enlightening, frightening idol With the light-sensitive Eye of the Tiger, fire flame Dylan times 5 by the way Skydiving tidal waves Writing rhymes in oxygen Scribing sonnets silently, that inspire men And brightening environments that I have not been in Obviously opting not to sing songs in sobriety Subsiding the poison imploding our society Functioning addict with clammy hands Leaving my paraphernalia everywhere Told Lori I'll never do coke again, but she did what she did And I'm here again, I ain't pointing no fingers I'm still a man, no, I'm more than that You would know if you scrolled through my older tracks I'm just a Romeo mourning his Juliet Hadit incomplete without Nuit And do me a favor and save all that satanist shit You pagans gone pay for this shit I study theology, ancient philosophy, astronomy, astrology The current state of the economy Washington D.C., fossils and dinosaurs The origin of our species, monatomic gold Flowers grown in feces Christ Conscious, Pishon, mocking Jesus The chicken came before the egg's the thesis I bet she's an... Evil genius, disobedient, villain you hate to love Mischievous, mysterious, miscellaneous Used to make love to complex simplicity all the time Now she my star and I'm her sky and I ain't afraid to die I don't give a fuck! Mind Young Mind (I don't give a Fuck) Mind Young Mind (I don't give a Fuck) Mind Young Mind (I don't give a Fuck) Mind Young Mind (I don't give a Fuck) Mind Young Mind Fuck Mind Young Mind Fuck Mind Young Mind Fuck Mind Young Mind Heaven is missing its angel of fire Your passion is needed right here on this Earth When the Lord calls for you after you die I’ll wait past my lifetime for you to return You be my star, I'll be your sky You can hide underneath me and come out at night And when I turn jet black and you show off your light I live to let you shine, I live to let you shine

break my heart my fault

I only gave you my heart, you ain't protect it Plenty nights I went out with squad You felt neglected If I know you was gonna break your word You shoulda kept it And you got me blowing up your phone I’m feeling desperate She used to be with me a lot And I put you through a lot Don't break my heart girl Please don't break my heart Don’t break my heart girl Please don't break my heart Don't break my heart girl Please don't break my heart Don't break my heart girl Please don't break my heart I told her she my queen so I'ma bow down I might fuck you on your cycle, lay the towel down (Nasty) When I fuck you from the back you make a loud sound She only fucked on two niggas, that's something to be proud about And you know I trust this bitch, she logged in my bank account Pop up new chain, favorite rapper 2 Chainz Fucked a bitch from blue flames Rápido like Usain I be lunchin’ sometimes I can’t expect you to stay You deserve a bouquet You deserve a true label Fuck a post on a page You're supposed to be great (Yeah) And I just lie in your face You just laugh in your head "Why this nigga so fake?" (Yeah) Yeah, and on the real we should break up Run away at your pace ’Cause I'm a walking mistake I try to buy my way out You keep the gifts but they lame Replace these commas with rockets 'Cause you would rather your space She gonna find her solace in knowing a nigga damaged So she gonna take my heart 'cause a nigga took her for granted Damn it I only gave you my heart, you ain’t protect it Plenty nights I went out with squad You felt neglected If I know you was gonna break your word You shoulda kept it And you got me blowing up your phone I'm feeling desperate She used to be with me a lot And I put you through a lot Don't break my heart girl Please don't break my heart Don't break my heart girl Please don't break my heart Don't break my heart girl Please don't break my heart Don't break my heart girl Please don't break my heart This is a story about this shawty I knew Kicked in DC United but now I bid her adieu She was really too pressed Me, I was really too rude So I got caught with my pants down I shoulda gave her the moon Now I live in denial You fallin' back and you cool No longer apple of eye That's why my texts ain't blue A woman heart isn't black Until all your texts ain't blue It's bittersweet, she can't ignore What can never get through (Yeah) Still at the door Desperate, immature Got your sister saying "Sister, just say 'Roger go home'" Share your view with the crew We popular so it's rough 'Cause everybody know you and I But nobody know us (Yeah) I lied to you enough Your pride swallowed too much I'm sorry I said, "sorry" so much That's what I've become And it's over, it's done You found somebody else My first thought, do I know 'em? When that shoulda been why I let him Thought you'd keep me from cheating With your abundance of love I thought I'd keep you from cheating I kept you cumming so much, but so what? I only gave you my heart, you ain't protect it (Shit, oh now you done done huh?) Plenty nights I went out with squad You felt neglected (That's my fault, fessed it) If I know you was gonna break your word You shoulda kept it (Fatality, casualty, baby) And you got me blowing up your phone I'm feeling desperate She used to be with me a lot (A lot) And I put you through a lot Don't break my heart girl Please don't break my heart (It's too late) Don't break my heart girl Please don't break my heart (Too late, yeah) Don't break my heart girl Please don't break my heart (It's too late) Don't break my heart girl Please don't break my heart (It's too late, yeah) Oh, now you done done huh? Alright, I deserve that If you ever find yourself out of favor with that nigga, you know, just pull up

the outside

I didn't know what I would find When I went looking for a reason, I know I didn't read between the lines And, baby, I've got nowhere to go I tried to take the road less traveled by But nothing seems to work the first few times Am I right? So how can I ever try to be better? Nobody ever lets me in I can still see you, this ain't the best view On the outside looking in I've been a lot of lonely places I've never been on the outside You saw me there, but never knew I would give it all up to be A part of this, a part of you And now it's all too late so you see You could've helped if you had wanted to But no one notices until it's too Late to do anything So how can I ever try to be better? Nobody ever lets me in I can still see you, this ain't the best view On the outside looking in I've been a lot of lonely places I've never been on the outside So how can I ever try to be better? Nobody ever lets me in I can still see you, this ain't the best view On the outside looking in I've been a lot of lonely places I've never been on the outside

gunz n butter

Swingin' burning tires leave a third degree And I heard there's bouncin' niggas hatin' wanna murder me They gon' have to take me straight to Satan 'cause I'm blessin' this I feel distressed, then feel no stress, I built this trust They won't come murder me, Hercules Mama warned me pop was on me as a shorty (Shut the fuck up!) Get-gettin' guap before when I was fourteen Glock was forty kick-kick Box ya jaw for plottin' on me hot bologna grits with Problems copper hoppin' on me cheese from government-ment (What that mean?) Prada on me, choppers on me, croc' on Mauri kicks-kicks (Word) God was for me, locks was on me Blew up ever since then (Okay, okay) Grew up ever since then, screwed up ever since then Two cups ever since then (Kill 'em Flacko) Nah, big homie, took my time but now, big homie Homies outta line, big homie Money outta pocket, homie, all these niggas pockets, homie Chopper let 'em live, I was only six, when I crept up in the crib Found a Sig, what I did, what I did Cock it homie, now it's in my p-pocket homie I-I got r-rocket on me, dare you nigga, tr-try me, homie For the love of spread, Mommas butter bread Man, I prolly should be dead, was it 'cause of what I said? What I- Desi, FN, Ruger, Draco Euros, pounds and dollars, pesos Money, hoes and power, Draco Violence, rifle, shotguns, Draco "Now can't a nigga see I ain't got no time for games I'm on this Hennessey and I'm quick to shoot dat thang But fuck dat, one of my young niggas'll take the charge I'm stackin' loot, muthafuck lookin' behind some bars" Rocky, Rocky Hold on, one second, bro Ha, Rocky, it's Hector, bro Rocky this is Hector, bro We gotta hold on, one second, bro There's an issue goin' on back here Grandma was a Catholic, and mama was a Christian (Woo) My papa turned to Muslim when he spent some time in prison (No cappin') No Jehovah Witnesses where I'm from, kinda different (Woo) They don't leave no witnesses so folks just mind they business These days I just practice all the good from all religion So plead the fifth amendment or you're gonna be the victim So get up off my YKK, the President a a-hole (Fuck off) Prayin' for a JFK, all we got was KKK AKA AK that you target Not from Target but from Walmart, then it's a-ok Fuck them boys no KY with this SK leave them DOA AR in the ER it's the state of mind of every state Say your grace you better pray Guns with the butter, guns for my brother Came from the gutter, cocaine in the buttocks Razor box cutter, blade under gumma Gang in the Hummer, skate wit' your mother The fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame I keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain The fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame I keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain The fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame I keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain The fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame I keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain What's really butter? The gun or the butter? You hear me? You understand what I'm sayin'? What's really butter? What's really butter? What's really butter? Guns, you can get that butter all day

i dont know dem

Sosa baby, you know how I'm rockin' baby Free my niggas man O'Block Chop what up man? Who's these niggas, I don't know them? Who's these niggas, I don't know them? This nigga looking at me like he want some Pistol to his face if he owe some My niggas they keep them tools make 'em blow some OTF they ride for Sosa Riding with my hitters bitch we on some Ride on an oppa' and then smoke 'em Yeah we keep them horns we will blow them Who is these niggas, I don't know them? GBE bitch we hot bitch we smokin' I'm chokin', what I'm smoking potent I'm leaning, rolling and I'm totin' You know where it's O end or no end 3Hunna bitch don't make me bring them killers out Real shit, free all my hitters out Don't make me bring them killers out Yous a dead man now they need forensics out Tech chop like lawn mowers Feds listening, shit, short convo Hit a nigga with a combo What I'ma fight for, my choppers drum roll This nigga looking at me like he want some Pistol to his face if he owe some My niggas they keep them tools make 'em blow some OTF they ride for Sosa Riding with my hitters bitch we on some Ride on an oppa' and then smoke 'em Yeah we keep them horns we will blow them Who is these niggas, I don't know them? Throwing L's up, with the Glocks up Don't start us, can't stop us Everywhere they spot us Choppers like helicopters Word around this nigga Stevie I don't give a fuck with contacts, come see me I love getting tree-tree Smoke kush get head by Kiki I need that, I'm up now A problem, we up now My gun screaming "what?" now You on that tough shit? Our guns act tough now This nigga looking at me like he want some Pistol to his face if he owe some My niggas they keep them tools make 'em blow some OTF they ride for Sosa Riding with my hitters bitch we on some Ride on an oppa' and then smoke 'em Yeah we keep them horns we will blow them Who is these niggas, I don't know them?

bobby womack

We got London On Da Track I can give it to your ass if you want that Get a whole bag if you need that Big pimpin', tryna bring Romey Rome back In the Cadillac bumpin' Bobby Womack Hey where the hoes at? In the Cadillac bumpin' Bobby Womack I can give it to your ass if you want that In the Cadillac bumpin' Bobby Womack Cadillac banging that Bobby that Womack Big B's on pictures, you know that's that Bodak I'm with my whoadie, lil bitch oughta know that I had a sign for the millions, no zodiac Bend that bitch over like centers and quarterback (hike) When we take it we don't give a quarter back Turnt her up now her dad want his daughter back Oh no, now you got to see the law for that I want racks and features with bouquets And my motor's loud as a parade I got 20 chains on, I'm a slave To the money, for free not today My lil bitch pretty, Ricki no Lake And she watch all my moves while I pace I lost two of my chains yesterday They say "how they look?" I say "The lake" I'm a boss, ain't gon' tell her two times If she know I'ma fuck, bae let's motherfuckin' go I'm the truth in this booth and I run the A-Town and Miami Sak pase the zoes I'm the shit, tempers on the migos, no motherfuckin' crows Pockets I stuffed like they motherfuckin' swole I can give it to your ass if you want that Get a whole bag if you need that Big pimpin', tryna bring Romey Rome back In the Cadillac bumpin' Bobby Womack Hey where the hoes at? In the Cadillac bumpin' Bobby Womack I can give it to your ass if you want that In the Cadillac bumpin' Bobby Womack I used to ride Cadillacs Now, I'm whippin' a Wraith up in Womack Yep, right here is where ya hoe's at These Backwoods bitch, can you roll that? I ain't worried about no hater, see this extendo clips? Yeah, all these bullets, they can hold that Just me, my stick, and my whoadie All of my bitches imported Pimping for real, you know it I count money faster than niggas can snort it All these blue hunnids in my pocket, damn Look like a crippin' young Blood Nigga cross me Call me Red Cross cause you know I draw blood Pussy nigga need to know this the mafia Have his dumb ass swimming with tilapia Little boy, you need to stay in your place Recognize a whole G, when he in your face When I used to sell blow Nigga said the shit so raw that they can't even feel they face Every real nigga know I run the A I got them young thugs thuggin' everyday I can give it to your ass if you want that Get a whole bag if you need that Big pimpin', tryna bring Romey Rome back In the Cadillac bumpin' Bobby Womack Hey where the hoes at? In the Cadillac bumpin' Bobby Womack I can give it to your ass if you want that In the Cadillac bumpin' Bobby Womack

bonjour

(Bonjour) I should be more mature, sure, I'm spoiled Hit up the south of France after tour, bonjour (bonjour) How many girls pre-bate right before they date So she can have restraint? She still get slayed (bonjour) That's ill behavior, want the whip matted Want her ass the fattest, beat it: Thriller jacket A street metaphor: if your dog piss on the floor Put his nose in it, check these niggas from the door Oooh oooh la la, oui-oui amour Plenty of kisses, plein de bisous Good day and best wishes Comment allez-vous? Bonjour Eat at selective kitchens, speak on our next intentions Over-creamy Polenta, it come chef recommended (bonjour) Come through the side entrance; I arrived, bitches Crackheads still owe me from '89 fixes (bonjour) Havin' drinks in Vegas, my business She didn't see me comin', now she's an eyewitness Laissez le bon temps rouler Say ahh so the kids could play Oooh oooh la la, oui-oui amour Plenty of kisses, plein de bisous Good day and best wishes Comment allez-vous? Bonjour Vacation, twisted, whatever happened, missed it Vacations I didn't like, put myself through a guilt trip (bonjour) All these beautiful places, but the cities be poor You wealthy when your kid's upbringin' better than yours All this money we gettin' could be gone in a minute If we don't invest it—we long-term affected Watch who you gettin' pregnant, that's long-term stressin' I got a mil for every bump on your face, that's what I call a blessin' Flexin' My head looks straight up And I'm wonderin', "What did I do?" (bonjour) She looked at me like, "Damn, did I surprise you?" Sure enough, as the sky's blue, she turned back around And walked back down the avenue (bonjour) She's waitin' for the right cue (bonjour) I'm waitin' for the right clue (bonjour) (Oooh oooh la la, oui-oui amour) She be leavin', still I smell of eau de parfum She can't run 'cause I got Cinderella's right shoe In that white gown that I be seein' right through Crowd obscurin' my view There's nothin' left to argue (bonjour) At least there's not from my view (bonjour)

you dont know

You know what you do You know what you do You know what you see You know what you do You know what you - you don't know what you do! How about we pretend all these niggas not around And get fucked up like we was out of town Woah, then get fucked up and go get out of town Swerve, swerve And tell ourselves that one time doesn't count, tell me How fucked up you down to get? A pound? A zip? A thousand sips Red cup yeah that college shit Free liquor got it on scholarship Bitch act like you don't know what's up Act like it ain't my crew blowing up Lose not to much champagne, no throwing up One time for the set, please go throw it up It's Finally Famous, overbooked, overpaid and overpriced But don't get it twisted, that shit ain't happen overnight Had dreams of balling now I'm NFLing Let her spend the night, she feel like Cinderella All she tell me is- You don't know what you do! You know what you do You know what you do You don't know what you do! You know what you do You know what you do And you don't know what you do! It's just a feeling inside me And you don't know what you do! It's just a feeling inside me You don't know what you- I know, I know, I know I'm the reason you get dressed up I know, I know, I know I'm the reason you get messed up Heart breaker, young heart breaker When you get in the game I swear the whole world commentates you But man, I don't give a fuck what they saying, I don't give a fuck about opinions I don't give a fuck about feelings, I ain't no dentist, either I did, I do or I didn't You could try to tell me how to live my life, I ain't hearing it I must be doing something right if every mill comes with a spare I guess Straight, straight, straight up out that dirt, but my t-shirt clean, ohh Do it for the city, that's the 313 That's unnecessary, fuck her like she my secretary Ass and face is hereditary, her momma, shit, legendary You don't know what you do You don't know what you do! You know what you do You know what you do You don't know what you do! You know what you do You know what you do And you don't know what you do! It's just a feeling inside me And you don't know what you do! It's just a feeling inside me You don't know what you- Go, go, go, go. go Can't let that high go to waste I feel high on Supposed, supposed, supposed, supposed, supposed Man, watch your back I swear man some of these niggas be Hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes But I'mma live this like I swear that's all I know Know, know, know, know, know, know

lets get high

All these niggas and all these hoes in here Somebody here gon' fuck All these niggas and all these hoes in here Somebody here gon' fuck All these niggas and all these hoes in here Somebody here gon' fuck All these niggas and all these hoes in here Somebody here gon' fuck Talking that, walking that, spittin' at hoes Smoking this, drinking that, gettin' at hoes Fuck this I'm hitting that I'm hitting em both Have one riding dick, one licking my toes When I'm loving these hoes there ain't no love involved No hugs, no kisses, bear rugs, bare britches Rare bitches like them hoes in them Black Tail pictures Bitch jumped off my dick (Is that Dre over there?) Yeah, I just took some Ecstasy Ain't no telling what the side effects could be All these fine bitches equal sex to me Plus I got this bad bitch laying next to me No doubt, sat back on the couch Pants down, rubber on, set to turn that ass out Laid the bitch out, then I put it in her mouth Pulled out, nutted on a towel and passed out Come on let's get high, high Let's get high, high Come on let's get high, high Let's get high, all my ladies Let's get high, high High, high Let's get high, high Come on let's get high I make the four hop Pull up at the spot Weed by the barrels in my G'd up apparel Stomping in the party Kurupt, Young Gotti I'm fucking something in this bitch Hit 'em with some gangsta shit Put something in your mouth bitch real tasty I'm looking real saucy in my gangsta-ass Stacys Hit the party, ease up, Kurupt with an ounce an' Got all the hoes in this motherfucker bouncing Bouncing Yo, whattup, Scruncho? Mel-Man. what's cracking? Wassup wit all these ol' punk ass hoes in here? Nigga what, I'm a hustling bitch I like them get rich niggas Them hit the switch niggas Niggas bout the sex and which bitch to hit next While I'm kicking my game and collecting them checks Got all y'all niggas vexed to fuck this triple-X rated ho You say you ain't eat it, you ate it though And uh, Roq don't stop, can't be dropping no drawers To the niggas how you figure got you shitting in yours Yeah, little dicks always running they mouth While a bitch is better off to masturbate and be out All you bitches up in here know what I'm talkin about Get the loot, get the ice, fuck the wife, no doubt Trying to live lavy, marry a big dick and stay cavi Holla back at them niggas that hollered at me Pop the Cris' Whip the six and shit And have all y'all niggas limp when I twist my shit Yeah, bitch ass niggas

fucked my way up to the top

Life is awesome, I confess What I do, I do best You got nothing, I got tested And I passed, yes Lay me down tonight in my linen and curls Lay me down tonight, Riviera girls I fucked my way up to the top This is my show I fucked my way up to the top Go, baby, go Go, go, go, go, go This is my show Go, go, go, go, go This is my show I'm a dragon, you're a whore Don't even know what you're good for Mimicking me's a fucking bore To me, but babe Lay me down tonight in my diamonds and pearls Tell me something nice 'bout your favorite girl I fucked my way up to the top This is my show I fucked my way up to the top Go, baby, go Go, go, go, go, go This is my show Go, go, go, go, go This is my show Need you, baby, like I breathe you, baby Need you, baby, more, more, more, more Need you, baby, like I breathe you, baby Fuckin' need you, baby, more, more, more, more Lay me down tonight in my linen and curls Lay me down tonight, I'm your favorite girl I fucked my way up to the top This is my show I fucked my way up to the top Go, baby, go Go, go, go, go, go This is my show Go, go, go, go, go This is my show Need you, baby, like I breathe you, baby I need you, baby, more, more, more, more Need you, baby, like I breathe you, baby Ah, ah Ah

welcome to america

Ladies and gentlemen, good afternoon from the flight deck We're cruising at 37,000 feet and we just passed over the coast We'll be beginning our descent in about 30 minutes I'd like to take this opportunity to welcome you to America I was made in America Land of the free, home of the brave And right up under your nose you might see a sex slave being traded And who will do anything for the money Boy, a mama might sell her babies Sell porn, sell pills, anything to pay the bills Anything to bring that pay Gotta scratch that itch, gotta scratch them ticks Ain’t rich, but I might be And Imma shoot these flicks, Imma turn these tricks Anything for a slight fee Yeah, made in America Momma told me that I belong here Had to earn our stripes, had to learn our rights Had to fight for a home here But I wouldn't know a thing about that All I know is drugs and rap I probably could have been some kinda doctor Instead of holding guns and crack I was born in the mainland Great-Grandpa from a strange land He was stripped away and given bricks to lay I guess you could say he a slave hand But I was made in America So I don’t know a thing about that All I know is Uncle Sam looking for me working on his corner So I know I gotta pay tax Getting paid in America I was raised in America And this is all I ever known If I’m wrong then you better come save me America Ta na na na muchawa muchawa Ta na na na muchawa muchawa Ta na na na muchawa muchawa Ta na na na muchawa muchawa Welcome to America, welcome to America Welcome to America, welcome to America Welcome to America Man I’d die for America I served my time for America Got shot-shot back went to war Got back and ain’t nobody give a jack in America I could had lost my life boy I lost my wife I can’t even get right in my home land Cold sweats, whole ticks, paranoia Looking out for a threat in my own land I was trained in America How they get up in the planes in America Flew them right into the buildings Taking out civilians People getting killed in America? And I’m still in America Though America ain’t feeling me I went to war for this country Turn around came home and you drilling me When y’all free here saying you don’t wanna be here Boy you probably couldn't breathe here If I didn’t load a couple magazines here Y’all just complain in America I’m jumping out of military planes from America Aye, I was made in America Thats why I’m out here saving America I got a brother in the cemetery now Cause he wanted y’all safe And everybody want the freedom but nobody want to hear "about face!" We bled for America To keep y’all fed in America But what's the point of talking A lot of y’all don’t really even care America Ta na na na muchawa muchawa ta na na na Ta na na na muchawa muchawa ta na na na Welcome to America, welcome to America Welcome to America, welcome to America Welcome to America Ta na na na muchawa Ta na na na muchawa Ta na na na muchawa ta na na na na I wish I lived in America Wanna raise my kids in America Heard everybody rich All I gotta do is run, jump, kick I'm a hit in your area So please pick me America I know you probably never loved me You never hear about me on the news And you probably never been to my country I hear you selling education and got clothes that you throw away Got plenty food in your nation I could tell cause a lot of y’all are over weight I already work for y’all I’m at a sweatshops making these shirts for y’all Naw, I ain’t gettin money Go to bed hungry, but I make some exports for y’all But y’all don’t know a thing about that You was made in America I’m trying to find me a ticket where the sky is the limit Catch a plane to America It should be plain to America Y’all blessed and you got it made Heard y’all don’t pray no more, y’all ain’t saved no more Y’all looking for another way Well I hope it ain’t true, but I’m packing my suit Farewell to my mother land Said bye to my loved ones Fate here I come, I’m going to another land I done made it to America I’m amazed at America But I couldn’t get approval to stay so they sent me away from America

something that i like

Is it the accent, the hype or the way she walkin' Am I, am I dreaming or am I sleep walkin' Got my arms out-stretched so I don't bump into her Silly me now I'm so into her fashion To her style of dress And I'm looking in the mirror like do I look fresh? do I? Do I look fresh enough to get her If I see her one time then I won't forget her Cause I... I took a picture mentally When I pulled up in the black on black bent-a-ly and I... I really feel like she was meant for me If she wasn't then I know she was sent for me Cause she.. shes the only one that made me chase Got me singing love songs like Babyface And I tried to one night her but she made me wait She made me wait.. hah! And so I think she got somethin', she got somethin' Yes she got somethin', somethin' that I like (something I like, oohh she yeah) So I think she got somethin', she got somethin' Yes she got somethin', somethin' that I like (ooooh, now break it down like) She's got that something, shes got that something... that I like (uh, say it again like) She's got that something, shes got that something... that I like (uh) I slow it down 'fore I pick her up Its 8 o'clock now we datin', inevitably dudes be hatin' But I... I still gotta flaunt my chick I laugh, no surprise that they want my chick Shes... more than they can comprehend British dudes idolize me they can't be him He's just to witty, game is too gritty Look at his track record man, it's too many Tens, that's too many to count I spend, that's a any amount No matter to sum homey got the cash to cover it And when I want a seed she be fast to mother it Yeah... just so she can take my ends Would I let her to it hmm, well that depends Can she raise a young king? my blood is royal And if she can man it ain't a thing to spoil her And so I think she got somethin', she got somethin' Yes she got somethin', somethin' that I like (something I like, oohh she yeah) So I think she got somethin', she got somethin' Yes she got somethin', somethin' that I like (ooooh, now break it down like) She's got that something, shes got that something... that I like (uh, say it again like) She's got that something, shes got that something... that I like (uh) The CL's waitin' just as soon as the plane lands To ball on the city is the gameplan Bottle service over here, money changes hands Lanvin, broke niggas call 'em Ray-Ban's Ughck! Champagne bubbles Hot drunk girls more fun when they love you Later for the days when I used to see double The whole city know we's a power couple Fly as she wanna be, never been a wannabe Jealous hoes hatin' cause she everything they wanna be Yeauhg! Give 'em what they wanna see What's to talk about when the YSL is one of three She don't gossip she just buy shit All the same heels Rihanna rocks on Bossip Any Given Sunday is Project Runway Somethin' that I like and I gotta have her one day Push... And so I think she got somethin', she got somethin' Yes she got somethin', somethin' that I like (something I like, oohh she yeah) So I think she got somethin', she got somethin' Yes she got somethin', somethin' that I like (ooooh, now break it down like) She's got that something, shes got that something... that I like (uh, say it again like) She's got that something, shes got that something... that I like (uh)

turbans

Niggas work and work and make you work to live Don't work, if that don't work, straps of work Thank god this rap shit work, my niggas chill rap the work My niggas will go back and forth Tryin' to pack the work I'm just tryin' to pack it back to Africa More stamps in my passport, nigga back to work Fynna throw the hoodie on like a turban Shit wasn't sweet when they left me deserted And now I had a heart but you broke it And now I had feelings but you hurt 'em Now I'm turnin' up on everybody, you, you, you, you, you, you, and you Yeah, I'm turnin' up on everybody, god don't save 'em let me do what I do [Fynna throw the hoodie on like a turban Niggas get nervous when they seem determined All black Suburban, boom, boom, boom Came through swervin', turban was Hermes Where the bitches at that's determined? Where the bitches at that rap verses? She gon' tap my name and that's cursive I'ma kill the cat what's the verdict? Matter of fact I'm back in my turban, back in my snapback let me serve 'em Heard your knee crack, I cook that perfect, yeah, cook that perfect Yeah, I put that work in, Maybach gon' wrap those curtains Yeah, yeah, got fire like Earth, Wind, here go my advice when the verse end Niggas work and work and make you work to live Don't work, if that don't work, straps of work Thank god this rap shit work my niggas chill, rap the work My niggas will go back and forth Tryin' to pack the work I'm just tryin' to pack it back to Africa More stamps than my passport, nigga back to work Fynna throw the hoodie on like a turban Shit wasn't sweet when they left me deserted And now I had a heart but you broke it And now I had feelings but you hurt 'em Now I'm turnin' up on everybody, you, you, you, you, you, you, and you Yeah, I'm turnin' up on everybody, god don't save 'em let me do what I do Fynna throw the hoodie on like a turban Fynna throw the hoodie on like a turban Fynna throw the hoodie on like a turban Fynna throw the hoodie on like a turban Niggas work and work and make you work to live Don't work, if that don't work, straps of work Thank god this rap shit work my niggas chill, rap the work My niggas will go back and forth Tryin' to pack the work I'm just tryin' to pack it back to Africa More steps than my passport, nigga back to work Fynna throw the hoodie on like a turban Shit wasn't sweet when they left me deserted And now I had a heart but you broke it And now I had feelings but you hurt 'em Now I'm turnin' up on everybody, you, you, you, you, you, you, and you Yeah, I'm turnin' up on everybody, god don't save 'em let me do what I do

nightmares aint as bad

I be having dreams of my niggas winning, every one of them And nightmares of something happening, and losing one of them They tell me that it's all in my head, but I look deeper in 'em My dreams and nightmares have the same people in 'em I say prayers before I sleep, and I keep them in 'em Too many wolves in these streets and snakes creeping in 'em I used to dream about the mansions, now we sleeping in 'em My worse nightmares is still the Feds sweeping in 'em When you wake up broke, how does sleep feel right? Get up out the bed and make your dreams meet real life You should be a Dream Chaser trying to Meek Mill life You make money in your sleep, that's when your sheets feel nice You make money in your sleep, that's the real tooth fairy And I know the youth hear me, so I speak the truth clearly Gotta dream my nigga, when you dream, my nigga Them nightmares ain't as bad as they seem, my nigga Ain't been getting no rest, and if you wondering why 'Cause I been getting this money, I feel wonderful, why? Gotta pardon them moneybags that's under my eye Just left London, Dubai, then had to run to NY And I'm fly 'til I die, so sometimes the flight scare me I keep leveling up until the heights scare me 30 bottles in Dream, 'member that night, Mary? Feezy stopped the music and turned out the lights, scary All you saw was bottles lighting up and nice jewelry Reminds me in dark times, keep something bright near me You pay the cost to be the boss, but the price varies And I ain't even spitting bars, these is life theories Gotta dream, my nigga, when you dream, my nigga Them nightmares ain't as bad as they seem, my nigga Just dream, my nigga, 'cause when you dream, my nigga Them nightmares ain't as bad as they seem, my nigga Gotta dream, my nigga, when you dream, my nigga Them nightmares ain't as bad as they seem, my nigga Just dream, my nigga, 'cause when you dream, my nigga Them nightmares ain't as bad as they seem, my nigga

state of the union 2012

Mr. Speaker, Mr. Vice President, members of Congress, distinguished guests, and fellow Americans: Last month, I went to Andrews Air Force Base and welcomed home some of our last troops to serve in Iraq. Together, we offered a final, proud salute to the colors under which more than a million of our fellow citizens fought – and several thousand gave their lives We gather tonight knowing that this generation of heroes has made the United States safer and more respected around the world. For the first time in nine years, there are no Americans fighting in Iraq. For the first time in two decades, Osama bin Laden is not a threat to this country. Most of Al-Qaeda’s top lieutenants have been defeated. The Taliban’s momentum has been broken, and some troops in Afghanistan have begun to come home These achievements are a testament to the courage, selflessness, and teamwork of America’s Armed Forces. At a time when too many of our institutions have let us down, they exceed all expectations. They’re not consumed with personal ambition. They don’t obsess over their differences. They focus on the mission at hand. They work together Imagine what we could accomplish if we followed their example. Think about the America within our reach: A country that leads the world in educating its people. An America that attracts a new generation of high-tech manufacturing and high-paying jobs. A future where we’re in control of our own energy, and our security and prosperity aren’t so tied to unstable parts of the world. An economy built to last, where hard work pays off, and responsibility is rewarded We can do this. I know we can, because we’ve done it before. At the end of World War II, when another generation of heroes returned home from combat, they built the strongest economy and middle class the world has ever known. My grandfather, a veteran of Patton’s Army, got the chance to go to college on the GI Bill. My grandmother, who worked on a bomber assembly line, was part of a workforce that turned out the best products on Earth The two of them shared the optimism of a Nation that had triumphed over a depression and fascism. They understood they were part of something larger; that they were contributing to a story of success that every American had a chance to share – the basic American promise that if you worked hard, you could do well enough to raise a family, own a home, send your kids to college, and put a little away for retirement The defining issue of our time is how to keep that promise alive. No challenge is more urgent. No debate is more important. We can either settle for a country where a shrinking number of people do really well, while a growing number of Americans barely get by. Or we can restore an economy where everyone gets a fair shot, everyone does their fair share, and everyone plays by the same set of rules. What’s at stake are not Democratic values or Republican values, but American values. We have to reclaim them Let’s remember how we got here. Long before the recession, jobs and manufacturing began leaving our shores. Technology made businesses more efficient, but also made some jobs obsolete. Folks at the top saw their incomes rise like never before, but most hardworking Americans struggled with costs that were growing, paychecks that weren’t, and personal debt that kept piling up In 2008, the house of cards collapsed. We learned that mortgages had been sold to people who couldn’t afford or understand them. Banks had made huge bets and bonuses with other people’s money. Regulators had looked the other way, or didn’t have the authority to stop the bad behavior It was wrong. It was irresponsible. And it plunged our economy into a crisis that put millions out of work, saddled us with more debt, and left innocent, hard-working Americans holding the bag. In the six months before I took office, we lost nearly four million jobs. And we lost another four million before our policies were in full effect Those are the facts. But so are these. In the last 22 months, businesses have created more than three million jobs. Last year, they created the most jobs since 2005. American manufacturers are hiring again, creating jobs for the first time since the late 1990s. Together, we’ve agreed to cut the deficit by more than $2 trillion. And we’ve put in place new rules to hold Wall Street accountable, so a crisis like that never happens again The state of our Union is getting stronger. And we’ve come too far to turn back now. As long as I’m President, I will work with anyone in this chamber to build on this momentum. But I intend to fight obstruction with action, and I will oppose any effort to return to the very same policies that brought on this economic crisis in the first place No, we will not go back to an economy weakened by outsourcing, bad debt, and phony financial profits. Tonight, I want to speak about how we move forward, and lay out a blueprint for an economy that’s built to last – an economy built on American manufacturing, American energy, skills for American workers, and a renewal of American values This blueprint begins with American manufacturing On the day I took office, our auto industry was on the verge of collapse. Some even said we should let it die. With a million jobs at stake, I refused to let that happen. In exchange for help, we demanded responsibility. We got workers and automakers to settle their differences. We got the industry to retool and restructure. Today, General Motors is back on top as the world’s number one automaker. Chrysler has grown faster in the U.S. than any major car company. Ford is investing billions in U.S. plants and factories. And together, the entire industry added nearly 160,000 jobs We bet on American workers. We bet on American ingenuity. And tonight, the American auto industry is back What’s happening in Detroit can happen in other industries. It can happen in Cleveland and Pittsburgh and Raleigh. We can’t bring back every job that’s left our shores. But right now, it’s getting more expensive to do business in places like China. Meanwhile, America is more productive. A few weeks ago, the CEO of Master Lock told me that it now makes business sense for him to bring jobs back home. Today, for the first time in fifteen years, Master Lock’s unionized plant in Milwaukee is running at full capacity So we have a huge opportunity, at this moment, to bring manufacturing back. But we have to seize it. Tonight, my message to business leaders is simple: Ask yourselves what you can do to bring jobs back to your country, and your country will do everything we can to help you succeed We should start with our tax code. Right now, companies get tax breaks for moving jobs and profits overseas. Meanwhile, companies that choose to stay in America get hit with one of the highest tax rates in the world. It makes no sense, and everyone knows it So let’s change it. First, if you’re a business that wants to outsource jobs, you shouldn’t get a tax deduction for doing it. That money should be used to cover moving expenses for companies like Master Lock that decide to bring jobs home Second, no American company should be able to avoid paying its fair share of taxes by moving jobs and profits overseas. From now on, every multinational company should have to pay a basic minimum tax. And every penny should go towards lowering taxes for companies that choose to stay here and hire here Third, if you’re an American manufacturer, you should get a bigger tax cut. If you’re a high-tech manufacturer, we should double the tax deduction you get for making products here. And if you want to relocate in a community that was hit hard when a factory left town, you should get help financing a new plant, equipment, or training for new workers My message is simple. It’s time to stop rewarding businesses that ship jobs overseas, and start rewarding companies that create jobs right here in America. Send me these tax reforms, and I’ll sign them right away We’re also making it easier for American businesses to sell products all over the world. Two years ago, I set a goal of doubling U.S. exports over five years. With the bipartisan trade agreements I signed into law, we are on track to meet that goal – ahead of schedule. Soon, there will be millions of new customers for American goods in Panama, Colombia, and South Korea. Soon, there will be new cars on the streets of Seoul imported from Detroit, and Toledo, and Chicago I will go anywhere in the world to open new markets for American products. And I will not stand by when our competitors don’t play by the rules. We’ve brought trade cases against China at nearly twice the rate as the last administration – and it’s made a difference. Over a thousand Americans are working today because we stopped a surge in Chinese tires. But we need to do more. It’s not right when another country lets our movies, music, and software be pirated. It’s not fair when foreign manufacturers have a leg up on ours only because they’re heavily subsidized Tonight, I’m announcing the creation of a Trade Enforcement Unit that will be charged with investigating unfair trade practices in countries like China. There will be more inspections to prevent counterfeit or unsafe goods from crossing our borders. And this Congress should make sure that no foreign company has an advantage over American manufacturing when it comes to accessing finance or new markets like Russia. Our workers are the most productive on Earth, and if the playing field is level, I promise you – America will always win I also hear from many business leaders who want to hire in the United States but can’t find workers with the right skills. Growing industries in science and technology have twice as many openings as we have workers who can do the job. Think about that – openings at a time when millions of Americans are looking for work That’s inexcusable. And we know how to fix it Jackie Bray is a single mom from North Carolina who was laid off from her job as a mechanic. Then Siemens opened a gas turbine factory in Charlotte, and formed a partnership with Central Piedmont Community College. The company helped the college design courses in laser and robotics training. It paid Jackie’s tuition, then hired her to help operate their plant I want every American looking for work to have the same opportunity as Jackie did. Join me in a national commitment to train two million Americans with skills that will lead directly to a job. My Administration has already lined up more companies that want to help. Model partnerships between businesses like Siemens and community colleges in places like Charlotte, Orlando, and Louisville are up and running. Now you need to give more community colleges the resources they need to become community career centers – places that teach people skills that local businesses are looking for right now, from data management to high-tech manufacturing And I want to cut through the maze of confusing training programs, so that from now on, people like Jackie have one program, one website, and one place to go for all the information and help they need. It’s time to turn our unemployment system into a reemployment system that puts people to work These reforms will help people get jobs that are open today. But to prepare for the jobs of tomorrow, our commitment to skills and education has to start earlier For less than one percent of what our Nation spends on education each year, we’ve convinced nearly every State in the country to raise their standards for teaching and learning – the first time that’s happened in a generation But challenges remain. And we know how to solve them At a time when other countries are doubling down on education, tight budgets have forced States to lay off thousands of teachers. We know a good teacher can increase the lifetime income of a classroom by over $250,000. A great teacher can offer an escape from poverty to the child who dreams beyond his circumstance. Every person in this chamber can point to a teacher who changed the trajectory of their lives. Most teachers work tirelessly, with modest pay, sometimes digging into their own pocket for school supplies – just to make a difference Teachers matter. So instead of bashing them, or defending the status quo, let’s offer schools a deal. Give them the resources to keep good teachers on the job, and reward the best ones. In return, grant schools flexibility: To teach with creativity and passion; to stop teaching to the test; and to replace teachers who just aren’t helping kids learn We also know that when students aren’t allowed to walk away from their education, more of them walk the stage to get their diploma. So tonight, I call on every State to require that all students stay in high school until they graduate or turn eighteen When kids do graduate, the most daunting challenge can be the cost of college. At a time when Americans owe more in tuition debt than credit card debt, this Congress needs to stop the interest rates on student loans from doubling in July. Extend the tuition tax credit we started that saves middle-class families thousands of dollars. And give more young people the chance to earn their way through college by doubling the number of work-study jobs in the next five years Of course, it’s not enough for us to increase student aid. We can’t just keep subsidizing skyrocketing tuition; we’ll run out of money. States also need to do their part, by making higher education a higher priority in their budgets. And colleges and universities have to do their part by working to keep costs down. Recently, I spoke with a group of college presidents who’ve done just that. Some schools re-design courses to help students finish more quickly. Some use better technology. The point is, it’s possible. So let me put colleges and universities on notice: If you can’t stop tuition from going up, the funding you get from taxpayers will go down. Higher education can’t be a luxury – it’s an economic imperative that every family in America should be able to afford Let’s also remember that hundreds of thousands of talented, hardworking students in this country face another challenge: The fact that they aren’t yet American citizens. Many were brought here as small children, are American through and through, yet they live every day with the threat of deportation. Others came more recently, to study business and science and engineering, but as soon as they get their degree, we send them home to invent new products and create new jobs somewhere else That doesn’t make sense I believe as strongly as ever that we should take on illegal immigration. That’s why my Administration has put more boots on the border than ever before. That’s why there are fewer illegal crossings than when I took office The opponents of action are out of excuses. We should be working on comprehensive immigration reform right now. But if election-year politics keeps Congress from acting on a comprehensive plan, let’s at least agree to stop expelling responsible young people who want to staff our labs, start new businesses, and defend this country. Send me a law that gives them the chance to earn their citizenship. I will sign it right away You see, an economy built to last is one where we encourage the talent and ingenuity of every person in this country. That means women should earn equal pay for equal work. It means we should support everyone who’s willing to work; and every risk-taker and entrepreneur who aspires to become the next Steve Jobs After all, innovation is what America has always been about. Most new jobs are created in start-ups and small businesses. So let’s pass an agenda that helps them succeed. Tear down regulations that prevent aspiring entrepreneurs from getting the financing to grow. Expand tax relief to small businesses that are raising wages and creating good jobs. Both parties agree on these ideas. So put them in a bill, and get it on my desk this year Innovation also demands basic research. Today, the discoveries taking place in our federally-financed labs and universities could lead to new treatments that kill cancer cells but leave healthy ones untouched. New lightweight vests for cops and soldiers that can stop any bullet. Don’t gut these investments in our budget. Don’t let other countries win the race for the future. Support the same kind of research and innovation that led to the computer chip and the Internet; to new American jobs and new American industries Nowhere is the promise of innovation greater than in American-made energy. Over the last three years, we’ve opened millions of new acres for oil and gas exploration, and tonight, I’m directing my Administration to open more than 75 percent of our potential offshore oil and gas resources. Right now, American oil production is the highest that it’s been in eight years. That’s right – eight years. Not only that – last year, we relied less on foreign oil than in any of the past sixteen years But with only 2 percent of the world’s oil reserves, oil isn’t enough. This country needs an all-out, all-of-the-above strategy that develops every available source of American energy – a strategy that’s cleaner, cheaper, and full of new jobs We have a supply of natural gas that can last America nearly one hundred years, and my Administration will take every possible action to safely develop this energy. Experts believe this will support more than 600,000 jobs by the end of the decade. And I’m requiring all companies that drill for gas on public lands to disclose the chemicals they use. America will develop this resource without putting the health and safety of our citizens at risk The development of natural gas will create jobs and power trucks and factories that are cleaner and cheaper, proving that we don’t have to choose between our environment and our economy. And by the way, it was public research dollars, over the course of thirty years, that helped develop the technologies to extract all this natural gas out of shale rock – reminding us that Government support is critical in helping businesses get new energy ideas off the ground What’s true for natural gas is true for clean energy. In three years, our partnership with the private sector has already positioned America to be the world’s leading manufacturer of high-tech batteries. Because of federal investments, renewable energy use has nearly doubled. And thousands of Americans have jobs because of it When Bryan Ritterby was laid off from his job making furniture, he said he worried that at 55, no one would give him a second chance. But he found work at Energetx, a wind turbine manufacturer in Michigan. Before the recession, the factory only made luxury yachts. Today, it’s hiring workers like Bryan, who said, “I’m proud to be working in the industry of the future.” Our experience with shale gas shows us that the payoffs on these public investments don’t always come right away. Some technologies don’t pan out; some companies fail. But I will not walk away from the promise of clean energy. I will not walk away from workers like Bryan. I will not cede the wind or solar or battery industry to China or Germany because we refuse to make the same commitment here. We have subsidized oil companies for a century. That’s long enough. It’s time to end the taxpayer giveaways to an industry that’s rarely been more profitable, and double-down on a clean energy industry that’s never been more promising. Pass clean energy tax credits and create these jobs We can also spur energy innovation with new incentives. The differences in this chamber may be too deep right now to pass a comprehensive plan to fight climate change. But there’s no reason why Congress shouldn’t at least set a clean energy standard that creates a market for innovation. So far, you haven’t acted. Well tonight, I will. I’m directing my Administration to allow the development of clean energy on enough public land to power three million homes. And I’m proud to announce that the Department of Defense, the world’s largest consumer of energy, will make one of the largest commitments to clean energy in history – with the Navy purchasing enough capacity to power a quarter of a million homes a year Of course, the easiest way to save money is to waste less energy. So here’s another proposal: Help manufacturers eliminate energy waste in their factories and give businesses incentives to upgrade their buildings. Their energy bills will be $100 billion lower over the next decade, and America will have less pollution, more manufacturing, and more jobs for construction workers who need them. Send me a bill that creates these jobs Building this new energy future should be just one part of a broader agenda to repair America’s infrastructure. So much of America needs to be rebuilt. We’ve got crumbling roads and bridges. A power grid that wastes too much energy. An incomplete high-speed broadband network that prevents a small business owner in rural America from selling her products all over the world During the Great Depression, America built the Hoover Dam and the Golden Gate Bridge. After World War II, we connected our States with a system of highways. Democratic and Republican administrations invested in great projects that benefited everybody, from the workers who built them to the businesses that still use them today In the next few weeks, I will sign an Executive Order clearing away the red tape that slows down too many construction projects. But you need to fund these projects. Take the money we’re no longer spending at war, use half of it to pay down our debt, and use the rest to do some nation-building right here at home There’s never been a better time to build, especially since the construction industry was one of the hardest-hit when the housing bubble burst. Of course, construction workers weren’t the only ones hurt. So were millions of innocent Americans who’ve seen their home values decline. And while Government can’t fix the problem on its own, responsible homeowners shouldn’t have to sit and wait for the housing market to hit bottom to get some relief That’s why I’m sending this Congress a plan that gives every responsible homeowner the chance to save about $3,000 a year on their mortgage, by refinancing at historically low interest rates. No more red tape. No more runaround from the banks. A small fee on the largest financial institutions will ensure that it won’t add to the deficit, and will give banks that were rescued by taxpayers a chance to repay a deficit of trust Let’s never forget: Millions of Americans who work hard and play by the rules every day deserve a Government and a financial system that do the same. It’s time to apply the same rules from top to bottom: No bailouts, no handouts, and no copouts. An America built to last insists on responsibility from everybody We’ve all paid the price for lenders who sold mortgages to people who couldn’t afford them, and buyers who knew they couldn’t afford them. That’s why we need smart regulations to prevent irresponsible behavior. Rules to prevent financial fraud, or toxic dumping, or faulty medical devices, don’t destroy the free market. They make the free market work better There is no question that some regulations are outdated, unnecessary, or too costly. In fact, I’ve approved fewer regulations in the first three years of my presidency than my Republican predecessor did in his. I’ve ordered every federal agency to eliminate rules that don’t make sense. We’ve already announced over 500 reforms, and just a fraction of them will save business and citizens more than $10 billion over the next five years. We got rid of one rule from 40 years ago that could have forced some dairy farmers to spend $10,000 a year proving that they could contain a spill – because milk was somehow classified as an oil. With a rule like that, I guess it was worth crying over spilled milk I’m confident a farmer can contain a milk spill without a federal agency looking over his shoulder. But I will not back down from making sure an oil company can contain the kind of oil spill we saw in the Gulf two years ago. I will not back down from protecting our kids from mercury pollution, or making sure that our food is safe and our water is clean. I will not go back to the days when health insurance companies had unchecked power to cancel your policy, deny you coverage, or charge women differently from men And I will not go back to the days when Wall Street was allowed to play by its own set of rules. The new rules we passed restore what should be any financial system’s core purpose: Getting funding to entrepreneurs with the best ideas, and getting loans to responsible families who want to buy a home, start a business, or send a kid to college So if you’re a big bank or financial institution, you are no longer allowed to make risky bets with your customers’ deposits. You’re required to write out a “living will” that details exactly how you’ll pay the bills if you fail – because the rest of us aren’t bailing you out ever again. And if you’re a mortgage lender or a payday lender or a credit card company, the days of signing people up for products they can’t afford with confusing forms and deceptive practices are over. Today, American consumers finally have a watchdog in Richard Cordray with one job: To look out for them We will also establish a Financial Crimes Unit of highly trained investigators to crack down on large-scale fraud and protect people’s investments. Some financial firms violate major anti-fraud laws because there’s no real penalty for being a repeat offender. That’s bad for consumers, and it’s bad for the vast majority of bankers and financial service professionals who do the right thing. So pass legislation that makes the penalties for fraud count And tonight, I am asking my Attorney General to create a special unit of federal prosecutors and leading state attorneys general to expand our investigations into the abusive lending and packaging of risky mortgages that led to the housing crisis. This new unit will hold accountable those who broke the law, speed assistance to homeowners, and help turn the page on an era of recklessness that hurt so many Americans A return to the American values of fair play and shared responsibility will help us protect our people and our economy. But it should also guide us as we look to pay down our debt and invest in our future Right now, our most immediate priority is stopping a tax hike on 160 million working Americans while the recovery is still fragile. People cannot afford losing $40 out of each paycheck this year. There are plenty of ways to get this done. So let’s agree right here, right now: No side issues. No drama. Pass the payroll tax cut without delay When it comes to the deficit, we’ve already agreed to more than $2 trillion in cuts and savings. But we need to do more, and that means making choices. Right now, we’re poised to spend nearly $1 trillion more on what was supposed to be a temporary tax break for the wealthiest 2 percent of Americans. Right now, because of loopholes and shelters in the tax code, a quarter of all millionaires pay lower tax rates than millions of middle-class households. Right now, Warren Buffett pays a lower tax rate than his secretary Do we want to keep these tax cuts for the wealthiest Americans? Or do we want to keep our investments in everything else – like education and medical research; a strong military and care for our veterans? Because if we’re serious about paying down our debt, we can’t do both The American people know what the right choice is. So do I. As I told the Speaker this summer, I’m prepared to make more reforms that rein in the long term costs of Medicare and Medicaid, and strengthen Social Security, so long as those programs remain a guarantee of security for seniors But in return, we need to change our tax code so that people like me, and an awful lot of Members of Congress, pay our fair share of taxes. Tax reform should follow the Buffett rule: If you make more than $1 million a year, you should not pay less than 30 percent in taxes. And my Republican friend Tom Coburn is right: Washington should stop subsidizing millionaires. In fact, if you’re earning a million dollars a year, you shouldn’t get special tax subsidies or deductions. On the other hand, if you make under $250,000 a year, like 98 percent of American families, your taxes shouldn’t go up. You’re the ones struggling with rising costs and stagnant wages. You’re the ones who need relief Now, you can call this class warfare all you want. But asking a billionaire to pay at least as much as his secretary in taxes? Most Americans would call that common sense We don’t begrudge financial success in this country. We admire it. When Americans talk about folks like me paying my fair share of taxes, it’s not because they envy the rich. It’s because they understand that when I get tax breaks I don’t need and the country can’t afford, it either adds to the deficit, or somebody else has to make up the difference – like a senior on a fixed income; or a student trying to get through school; or a family trying to make ends meet. That’s not right. Americans know it’s not right. They know that this generation’s success is only possible because past generations felt a responsibility to each other, and to their country’s future, and they know our way of life will only endure if we feel that same sense of shared responsibility. That’s how we’ll reduce our deficit. That’s an America built to last I recognize that people watching tonight have differing views about taxes and debt; energy and health care. But no matter what party they belong to, I bet most Americans are thinking the same thing right now: Nothing will get done this year, or next year, or maybe even the year after that, because Washington is broken Can you blame them for feeling a little cynical? The greatest blow to confidence in our economy last year didn’t come from events beyond our control. It came from a debate in Washington over whether the United States would pay its bills or not. Who benefited from that fiasco? I’ve talked tonight about the deficit of trust between Main Street and Wall Street. But the divide between this city and the rest of the country is at least as bad – and it seems to get worse every year Some of this has to do with the corrosive influence of money in politics. So together, let’s take some steps to fix that. Send me a bill that bans insider trading by Members of Congress, and I will sign it tomorrow. Let’s limit any elected official from owning stocks in industries they impact. Let’s make sure people who bundle campaign contributions for Congress can’t lobby Congress, and vice versa – an idea that has bipartisan support, at least outside of Washington Some of what’s broken has to do with the way Congress does its business these days. A simple majority is no longer enough to get anything – even routine business – passed through the Senate. Neither party has been blameless in these tactics. Now both parties should put an end to it. For starters, I ask the Senate to pass a rule that all judicial and public service nominations receive a simple up or down vote within 90 days The executive branch also needs to change. Too often, it’s inefficient, outdated and remote. That’s why I’ve asked this Congress to grant me the authority to consolidate the federal bureaucracy so that our Government is leaner, quicker, and more responsive to the needs of the American people Finally, none of these reforms can happen unless we also lower the temperature in this town. We need to end the notion that the two parties must be locked in a perpetual campaign of mutual destruction; that politics is about clinging to rigid ideologies instead of building consensus around common sense ideas I’m a Democrat. But I believe what Republican Abraham Lincoln believed: That Government should do for people only what they cannot do better by themselves, and no more. That’s why my education reform offers more competition, and more control for schools and States. That’s why we’re getting rid of regulations that don’t work. That’s why our health care law relies on a reformed private market, not a Government program On the other hand, even my Republican friends who complain the most about Government spending have supported federally-financed roads, and clean energy projects, and federal offices for the folks back home The point is, we should all want a smarter, more effective Government. And while we may not be able to bridge our biggest philosophical differences this year, we can make real progress. With or without this Congress, I will keep taking actions that help the economy grow. But I can do a whole lot more with your help. Because when we act together, there is nothing the United States of America can’t achieve That is the lesson we’ve learned from our actions abroad over the last few years Ending the Iraq war has allowed us to strike decisive blows against our enemies. From Pakistan to Yemen, the al Qaeda operatives who remain are scrambling, knowing that they can’t escape the reach of the United States of America From this position of strength, we’ve begun to wind down the war in Afghanistan. Ten thousand of our troops have come home. Twenty-three thousand more will leave by the end of this summer. This transition to Afghan lead will continue, and we will build an enduring partnership with Afghanistan, so that it is never again a source of attacks against America As the tide of war recedes, a wave of change has washed across the Middle East and North Africa, from Tunis to Cairo; from Sana’a to Tripoli. A year ago, Qadhafi was one of the world’s longest-serving dictators – a murderer with American blood on his hands. Today, he is gone. And in Syria, I have no doubt that the Assad regime will soon discover that the forces of change can’t be reversed, and that human dignity can’t be denied How this incredible transformation will end remains uncertain. But we have a huge stake in the outcome. And while it is ultimately up to the people of the region to decide their fate, we will advocate for those values that have served our own country so well. We will stand against violence and intimidation. We will stand for the rights and dignity of all human beings – men and women; Christians, Muslims, and Jews. We will support policies that lead to strong and stable democracies and open markets, because tyranny is no match for liberty And we will safeguard America’s own security against those who threaten our citizens, our friends, and our interests. Look at Iran. Through the power of our diplomacy, a world that was once divided about how to deal with Iran’s nuclear program now stands as one. The regime is more isolated than ever before; its leaders are faced with crippling sanctions, and as long as they shirk their responsibilities, this pressure will not relent. Let there be no doubt: America is determined to prevent Iran from getting a nuclear weapon, and I will take no options off the table to achieve that goal. But a peaceful resolution of this issue is still possible, and far better, and if Iran changes course and meets its obligations, it can rejoin the community of nations The renewal of American leadership can be felt across the globe. Our oldest alliances in Europe and Asia are stronger than ever. Our ties to the Americas are deeper. Our iron-clad commitment to Israel’s security has meant the closest military cooperation between our two countries in history. We’ve made it clear that America is a Pacific power, and a new beginning in Burma has lit a new hope. From the coalitions we’ve built to secure nuclear materials, to the missions we’ve led against hunger and disease; from the blows we’ve dealt to our enemies; to the enduring power of our moral example, America is back Anyone who tells you otherwise, anyone who tells you that America is in decline or that our influence has waned, doesn’t know what they’re talking about. That’s not the message we get from leaders around the world, all of whom are eager to work with us. That’s not how people feel from Tokyo to Berlin; from Cape Town to Rio; where opinions of America are higher than they’ve been in years. Yes, the world is changing; no, we can’t control every event. But America remains the one indispensable nation in world affairs – and as long as I’m President, I intend to keep it that way That’s why, working with our military leaders, I have proposed a new defense strategy that ensures we maintain the finest military in the world, while saving nearly half a trillion dollars in our budget. To stay one step ahead of our adversaries, I have already sent this Congress legislation that will secure our country from the growing danger of cyber-threats Above all, our freedom endures because of the men and women in uniform who defend it. As they come home, we must serve them as well as they served us. That includes giving them the care and benefits they have earned – which is why we’ve increased annual VA spending every year I’ve been President. And it means enlisting our veterans in the work of rebuilding our Nation With the bipartisan support of this Congress, we are providing new tax credits to companies that hire vets. Michelle and Jill Biden have worked with American businesses to secure a pledge of 135,000 jobs for veterans and their families. And tonight, I’m proposing a Veterans Job Corps that will help our communities hire veterans as cops and firefighters, so that America is as strong as those who defend her Which brings me back to where I began. Those of us who’ve been sent here to serve can learn from the service of our troops. When you put on that uniform, it doesn’t matter if you’re black or white; Asian or Latino; conservative or liberal; rich or poor; gay or straight. When you’re marching into battle, you look out for the person next to you, or the mission fails. When you’re in the thick of the fight, you rise or fall as one unit, serving one Nation, leaving no one behind One of my proudest possessions is the flag that the SEAL Team took with them on the mission to get bin Laden. On it are each of their names. Some may be Democrats. Some may be Republicans. But that doesn’t matter. Just like it didn’t matter that day in the Situation Room, when I sat next to Bob Gates – a man who was George Bush’s defense secretary; and Hillary Clinton, a woman who ran against me for president All that mattered that day was the mission. No one thought about politics. No one thought about themselves. One of the young men involved in the raid later told me that he didn’t deserve credit for the mission. It only succeeded, he said, because every single member of that unit did their job – the pilot who landed the helicopter that spun out of control; the translator who kept others from entering the compound; the troops who separated the women and children from the fight; the SEALs who charged up the stairs. More than that, the mission only succeeded because every member of that unit trusted each other – because you can’t charge up those stairs, into darkness and danger, unless you know that there’s someone behind you, watching your back So it is with America. Each time I look at that flag, I’m reminded that our destiny is stitched together like those fifty stars and those thirteen stripes. No one built this country on their own. This Nation is great because we built it together. This Nation is great because we worked as a team. This Nation is great because we get each other’s backs. And if we hold fast to that truth, in this moment of trial, there is no challenge too great; no mission too hard. As long as we’re joined in common purpose, as long as we maintain our common resolve, our journey moves forward, our future is hopeful, and the state of our Union will always be strong

bet cypher 2013

You watching this, I don’t need your co-sign Regardless I’ll be chilling up in the hammock in no time Hawaian coast line, my girl’s so fine Bikini blow-drying up on the clothes line No mind on the bovine I puked up the blue pill we were forced to eat I’m intolerant to the lactose in the corporate teet I’m starting not to want to participate or compete Weren’t we meant to live a life more complete You know there’s people in Peru right now that are hunter gatherers And many recent studies have discovered that they’re happier than we are I’m to rapping what the Kardashians are to PR Preface my name with a D-R, huh But I made a plan to kick the game in its smelly rectum And I don’t deviate like a healthy septum I’m the truth and it hurts fools Yeah go and type Wax in ya YouTube search tools And buy some merch fools Despite Sprite I thrist for mics Like the look on racists' face if Kanye was Christ It’s unbelievable, put fear in a poltergeist He shaking twice, spit something that the Pope won’t like I’m hoping Mike will understand my ultralight Like a Sosa night run home to momma, damn she nice Moonwalking, I’m just a talking and it’s really all light 10% dis or I can give you 90 tonight Hurting for life, turn ‘em blue like I’m Walter White Couldn’t face me with Skype, ‘til we cake like Tina and Ike At your throat boy, fly like Elliott’s bike Extraterrestrial flow, I’m so outta they sight In the stars, where Kendrick threw bars, you was abroad That G5 praying to God, I brought in the squad And look how I bodied it like Playboy cards Now they outta control like I said I'm the Queen of New York It’s Rap Today we are going out baby it’s wow I bring you to the moon, say hi to the world You purr and say “miao” and I’ll bring you the Chanel I take five stars from the sky and I put them in this hotel Brr, I’m more than cold, I’m Sub-Zero The sun kisses beautiful people and I burn like a vampire Get undressed, enjoy the tropical sea Which is the end of the world fuck 2012 off If I would have fistfight and would take a lot I’ll fall down but the on a red carpet I’ve got so much swag that if we go around People don’t know what I see the panorama or my shoes I’ve got a watch that shines so much that I don’t even see what fucking time it is I treat you as q queen, because I’m a king If I were Christ, I would wear the gold edition crown of thorns I’m getting paid, I finally made it But haters don’t’ want to see me win Well I hate the word swag I hate people that say "my G" and "fam" I hate "I gotta listen", I’m what Hip Hop is missing After this one they’ll consider me competition For the record just because you rapping like you mad Don't mean you snapping, you just sounding raspy In Atlanta we don’t ride to that I bet he get body bagged I bet he wouldn’t win a boxing match I’m quick on my feet, I could dodge a jab You run up, you gunna run out of gas Cause I'm on top and I'm rhymin' And choppin' like I was in Karate class Ya body get sawed in half You're faker than a knock-off Prada bag, off my launching pad Dunkin’ on ‘em like I’m Dominique Reppin’ Strange my chain is stuntin’ on 'em, bada bing! Off the chain, I should probably party with Charlie Sheen From the South but I wasn’t brought up like Paula Dean And y’all are lame I’m ‘bout to X y’all out I write whatever so fuck it if I let Nas down Yeah, uh-yeah, get my album Yo the flow is timeless like a diamond So when I’m rhyming, I’m mining They said I was stuck in the rough And you was just lucky to find it You was foolish as Frankie Lymon If you decided to try it or fight it This is Andre the Giant vers' Daniel Bryan Yes you want it hot, well allow me to change the climate If the shoe was on the other foot you wouldn’t even know how to tie it Somebody tell Rita Ora I sort got feelings for her Got a crib out in Georgia we could raise a son and a daughter Or we could go out to Florida where the weather is just as gorgeous Baby I ain’t playing no games like I ran out of quarters Hold up this is getting outta hand ‘Cause in a year I'mma be saying I’m not her man Doin’ the U are not the father dance ‘Cause this is Michigan, proof feminine rappers be talking Ain’t nobody genuine, I be killing it They can’t touch him, everybody feeling it But look I cleared out all y’all that got in the way And y’all knew that I was ill, but now my doctor is Dre Aftermath, AVM, Flint, Michigan

this is why we cant have nice things

It was so nice throwing big parties Jump into the pool from the balcony Everyone swimming in a champagne sea And there are no rules when you show up here Bass beat rattling the chandelier Feeling so Gatsby for that whole year So why'd you have to rain on my parade? I'm shaking my head and locking the gates This is why we can't have nice things, darling Because you break them I had to take them away This is why we can't have nice things, honey (Oh) Did you think I wouldn't hear all the things you said about me? This is why we can't have nice things It was so nice being friends again There I was, giving you a second chance But you stabbed me in the back while shaking my hand And therein lies the issue Friends don't try to trick you Get you on the phone and mind-twist you And so I took an axe to a mended fence But I'm not the only friend you've lost lately (Mm-mm) If only you weren't so shady This is why we can't have nice things, darling (Yeah) Because you break them I had to take them away This is why we can't have nice (Nice things) things (Baby), honey Did you think I wouldn't hear all the things you said about me? This is why we can't have Here's a toast to my real friends They don't care about the he-said, she-said And here's to my baby He ain't reading what they call me lately And here's to my mama Had to listen to all this drama And here's to you 'Cause forgiveness is a nice thing to do Haha, I can't even say it with a straight face This is why we can't have nice things, darling (Darling) Because you break them I had to take them away This is why we can't have nice (Uh-uh) things (Oh no), honey (Baby, oh) Did you think I wouldn't hear all the things you said about me? This is why we can't have nice things, darling (And here's to my real friends) Because you break them I had to take them (And here's to my baby) Nice things, honey (He didn't care about that he-said, she-said) Did you think I wouldn't hear all the things you said about me? This is why we can't have nice things

rap on steroids

Jahlil beats, holla at me! Philadelphia meet Detroit Time to shut your mouth (where your money at?) Now it's time to show these motherfuckers what's the fuss about (time to go!) What you dealing with lyrically? A couple lyricists who don't miss Niggas ask if Black and Nickle get together for an album, what you gon' get? You gon' get rap on steroids, rap on steroids Niggas that's silencers on the nozzle You won't feel the clap, you'll only hear the noise Ya'll got these hoes pegged so wrong while you hotel checkin' I gotta pay these hoes just to keep their clothes on like I'm Odell Beckham I'm flyer than a hat on Elroy I just took it back to the Jetsons I with the static like I got a Crooked I Near an open exit with a bad connection Cause no matter where you go You're fucked if this rubber grip roll back in your direction What you lookin' at? That's for your protection This that rap on steroids, nigga, that rap on steroids I just spit more clairvoyant raps Than it take to make you half paranoid Clap a gun at any day or night Stand over his body then pray to Christ Like "you gave me life so I'm gon' throw you back one, dear lord" I'mma throw back one like Fab on the 'Gram Garage look like it's sponsored by Hasbro Got the whole ave going HAM Y'all don't know with what y'all are dealing I'm on every block, my team bigger Cause I rap anything I wanna got The only thing I don't got is feelings Nigga my mind so clear Feels like every thought is visine drippin' No I'm not a lean drinker, but over that Fetty Wap I lean niggas This that.... Rap on steroids Rap on steroids Rap on steroids Rap on steroids Y'all ran into me on the wrong day Fuck strong Jay, do gon' say Just bear arms, you in harms way You hear alarms, you in Bombay No Baghdad, get the gas mask Run break, do a mad-dash to that gun safe You un-safe in the right place to get blast at And that's anybody I stay on that anabolic I'm far from anatomically correct Ho's call me that anaconda Roll a sack of that Santa Barbara Lead poisonin' in the damn water Flint, Detroit, Ann Arbor Philadelphia and Harlem Roid rage y'all damn problem Cemetery too damn crowded I'ma go get the jack hammer Go bury a body, don't worry 'bout it, don't worry 'bout it Everybody know everybody I'm be damned if I didn't hear about it Thought trifle the assault rifle Got a twin brother like Irv Gotti, I'm Probably back on steroids Kinda like crack on steroids Lou Ferrigno super negro Gon' and pack your steroids Nigga my memoir's Renoirs Everything I do is fine art Putting rappers in that pine box When that Black and Nickel Nine spark it's a problem All stemming from them steroids probably Got them coming back to Philly like it's heroin callin' American horror, this that Smith and Wesson revolver And if, life's a bitch we gon' Rohypnol her They call it.... Rap on steroids Rap on steroids Rap on steroids Rap on steroids Detroit we rappin' on Steroids, boy Philly we reppin' on Steroids, yeah All the rappers on steroids Say we rapping on steroids Nickle I'm rappin' on Steroids, boy Pesado rappin' on Steroids, yeah All the rap is on steroids Said we rapping on steroids I said I said every rap is on steroids Nuff a them a chat and them a make bare noise You don't wanna violate and make the K rise Them a say the rap is on steroids Nickle I'm rappin' on Steroids, boy Shady, I'm rappin' on Steroids!

1949

Carry me up them stairs Put my white socks on And my pretty song You like my blue nail polish? "What is all this?", you said "The mess upstairs Don't be scared" Daddy dearest, you know How I like to take trips Pops, first stop at the K-Mart Buy me my peach lip gloss Cigarettes and lollipops Mad magazines, and white socks All in your car for Our trip across the U.S.A We going to party Like it's 1949 We in the Pontiac From July to July It's a flower motel nation Day and night on our last vacation We going to see it all Before we say goodbye Daddy likes Blackpool Pleasure Beach and road stops Baby likes some Swiss Alps Souvenir gift shops Late night, midnight Radio show talks Daddy, baby Big jail break Ponytail and lollipops Dinerettes and soda pops New blue bathing suit Ruched tops and Cadillacs Blue lake car to Dunks Hopscotch, shit talk Alabama hard knocks Motel brass locks We going to party Like it's 1949 We in the Pontiac From July to July It's a motel flower nation Day and night on our last vacation We going to see it all Before we say goodbye

fly high

Dizzy Wright nigga.. and I'm back I feel better than ever this time though nigga Look, my mama told me I could grow to be great (Right) I talked to God and told him show me the way Look, I took the time just to work on me And now all the problems I had are just rolling away (I hear you) Funny how you sit back and you think musically (Come on) Looking past the jewelry, all I'm seeing is foolery (Come on) Usually I keep quiet but on the low I did a show and y'all do not understand what these fans do to me Yeah, I'm building my pride My lungs black, how you feeling inside? I'm still on the rise Not tryin' to be in a place I know I'm not I'm just tryna get to the top so I could see my mama get it right Slow thinker, fast talker Your fast thinking positioning you to act harder I know the game like I know my name And I ain't Frank, but I novacane I'm so insane, why you so ashamed? I'm speaking my mind, I'm on my grind like sleepers of crime You need a deal, all I needed was time Got the Q and then I penetrated Setting the bar so they looking like they intimidated (I see you) Yeah, I purposely put the pressure on Vegas made me hot, it's kinda cool to see em catching on (Real shit) Now I'm in the position to make a living Off of making these niggas listen, so it's only right I set the tone I know I might sound crazy But I love what life done gave me I fly high (We get high to get by, doing what we want if the limit is the sky) And I'm all up in my feelings But I guess I'm just a realist I fly high (We get high to get by, doing what we want if the limit is the sky) I grew a high-top fade like Penny Hardaway Something that I thought of during Daddy Daughter Day When I'm in town I'm always with my daughter But it's cool cause it made my favorite holiday Father's Day Look at me now You looking down, I'm up in the clouds Picture-perfect moment Ain't accepting all the foolery now But it takes some time to be as good as me, pal Lord, I know my body don't deserve this And I'm not fittin' cause I'm tryin' to make this verse sick I'm in this booth and not nothin' but the truth and my thoughts Still a student tryna learn shit No college education Marijuana meditation got me on my shit with no hesitation Niggas segregated, I ain't with it Was sellin' weed out of the Honda Civic Now we use my voice to show 'em how to get it I, got a beaten up soul Believe in everything and I believe in what I know Secrets of the game, I ain't teachin' you to flow Only speaking cause I honestly believe that you should know I got your back, hit me if you need some advice Roll it up and let me enter your life Dizzy Wright is the name Spit game and got inside of the game Get high to get inside of your brain Let 'em know like

too much is never enough

And the crown, it weighs heavy 'Til it's banging on my eyelids Retreating in covers and closing the curtains One thing's for certain, oh A year like this passes so strangely Somewhere between sorrow and bliss Oh, who decides from where up high? I couldn't say "I need more time" Oh, grant that I can stay the night Or one more day inside this life Too much, too much, too much, too much, too much Never enough Too much, too much, too much, too much, too much Never enough Too much, too much, too much, too much, too much Never enough Too much, too much, too much, too much, too much Never, never, ever enough Oh, you wondrous creature Coming up who we are Cause I'm retreating in covers and closing the curtains One thing's for certain, oh A year like this passes so strangely Somewhere between sorrow and bliss And who decides from where up high? (What happened here? A hundred flags flying in a field) I couldn't say "I need more time" (They all called my name, felt it let go of me) Oh, grant that I can stay the night (What happened here? A hundred flags flying in a field) Or one more day inside this life (They all called my name, felt it let go of me) Too much, too much, too much, too much, too much Never enough Too much, too much, too much, too much, too much Never enough Too much, too much, too much, too much, too much Never enough Too much, too much, too much, too much, too much Never, never, ever enough And who cares about the thing I did that night? So what? Maybe Luna had it right And who cares if I'm coming back alive? So what? 'Least I have the strength to fight Too much, too much, too much, too much, too much Never enough Too much, too much, too much, too much, too much Never enough Too much, too much, too much, too much, too much Never enough Too much, too much, too much, too much, too much Never, never, ever enough What happened here? A hundred flags flying in a field They all called my name, felt it let go of me What happened here? A hundred flags flying in a field They all called my name, felt it let go of me A hundred flags flying in a field They all called my name felt it let go of me What happened here? A hundred flags flying in a field They all called my name, felt it let go of me

plastic taste

I can't do this face-to-face But I'll admit that I'm afraid Let these moments go to waste Excuse me for my plastic taste Excuse me for my plastic taste Excuse me for my plastic taste Excuse me for my plastic taste Excuse me for my plastic taste Let these moments go to waste Go to waste

black blood

Hands on the table, oooh yeah You killed my uncle back in '83 Guns on the table, oooh yeah They killed my daddy back in '93 I seen too much and I'm just 23 I know some killaz born in '96 I'll take you back, I'll teach you how to swim I reminisce, I remi- I reminisce like I was 85 Beyond your dollar sign and your skin I reminisce, I remi-, I reminisce, I- I know ya, I know ya hurt I know ya love me, I know the pain, it breaks my heart I know you love me, I know you hurt some I know what love is, I know ya I know the black blood, make the grass grow, in the ghetto Black love, keep the sunshine, on your face, I know Black blood, make the grass grow, in the ghetto Black love, black love Black blood, make the grass grow, in the ghetto (I know) Black blood, make the grass grow, in the ghetto (I know) Black blood, make the grass grow, in the ghetto Black blood (black blood), I know (I know) They killed my pop when I was just sixteen (Oh no no) They took my innocence away from me (No no no) In my hood I done did some crazy things (Oh no no) But that's all the shit that made me a king (No no no) Cause I still see the sun rise, and the moon shine I look in my son's eyes, and I'm grateful two times And two types of niggas where I'm from, and they both the same Know yourself, know the streets, know the game, know the pain Novocain make me numb, know the chains make me dumb Chain me to my brother, hate each other 'til we eighty something Make me run from myself, this like my own flesh So we on bullshit, just like I'm on jets Oh yes, time's hard, you all stressed, your mind's gone Going through a large test, hard-pressed to find God, define God Look in the mirror, you might find God Even though we full of sin we full of him, defy odds My scars match his as long as I've been beat down I should have nails through my hands and my feet now He was on the cross said speak, now I'm hearin' you Saved by the blood, he might leak down a miracle Gotta be the- Black blood make the grass grow in the ghetto Black blood keep the sunshine on your face, I know Black blood make the grass grow in the ghetto Black love, black love Black blood, make the grass grow, in the ghetto (I know) Black blood, make the grass grow, in the ghetto (I know) Black blood, make the grass grow, in the ghetto Black blood (black blood), I know (I know) In the ghetto (Ghetto) Black blood, make the grass grow Ohhh, ohhh (Ohhh) Ohhh, black blood (In the ghetto) (Ghetto) Black blood, ohhh Jump Jump Jump Jump

the flight

Talking Uh, Yea Yea, Turn Me Up A Lil Bit Uh, Guess What's Been On My Mind? Hook I've Gots To Get Away, I Gots To Fly Away (Okay Now Pick It Up And Go, Go Pick It Up And Go, Pick It Up And Go, Go) I've Gots To Get Away, I've Got To Fly Away Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Verse 1 Look Sometimes It Ain't Worth It A Lovely Outer Surface A Pity Party I'm Throwin' Sometimes I Feel So Worthless I Feel My Work Ain't Enough I Feel They Praisin Too Much Or Now They Don't Praise Enough Them Niggas Hate Me For What? One Of Us Crazy, I'm Frustrated Disgusted With 'Em They Shoopin' My Religon So MuthaFuck The System And MuthaFuck The Quota And Hail My Color Purple And I Ain't Talkin Oprah It's Me My Eyes Lower I Should Have Been A Chauffer My Driver's Like Noone Well Rick James, Maury, Jane MuthaFuck Ya Sofa I Mean Your Couch I'm Jokin' I'm On The Couch Toastin' A Bitch Is Nothin' But A Dog Who Ain't HouseBroken I'm In Your Spouse Strokin' What Are My Immorals But Most Of The Time I Lose My Mind For Divine Oral Ya'll Define Normal That's Why They Don't Get Me And There Is No Chemistry With Joe Schmo's In Me And Those Oppose In Me Have No Souls Indeed I'm Like A Parapleg I Don't Know Defeat Talking Or Never Felt It We Gone Keep Going Hook I've Gots To Get Away, I've Gots To Fly Away Yeah, Yeah, Yeah I've Gots To Get Away, I Gots To Fly Away Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Verse 2 Visions Of POPO, Visions Of Sirens Visions Of Handcuffs They Comin' Up In My Dreams, Stomach Is Rumbling They Say I Don't Never Smile Or Never Say Never Though I Admit That It's Been Awhile You Never Tire, Might As Well As Inspire And He Who Satisfy, Might As Well As Retire Them Bastards Is Stagnant, My Path's Everlastin' I've mastered this, ask of me My wrath ain't practiced I refuse to rationalize with these assholes That Naturally Act Like These Raps Is A Mattress To The Yawners, To The Sleepers To Be Honest, I Need Ya So My Armor, Can Strengthen So Keep Talkin' Ya'll Pieces, Uh I Beach Chair, With My Malibu Vision Eatin No Boo Dishes, With My Soul Food Princess By The Water, Au Revoir To My Audience Left My Home Alone, You Can Call Me Macaulay Bitch Hook I've Gots To Get Away, I've Gots To Fly Away Yeah, Yeah, Yeah I've Gots To Get Away, I Gots To Fly Away

faneto remix

Its more than this rap shit my nigga Niggas better recognize Know what fucking time it is man FGE shit man It's our time I don't got no fucking enemies They all dead And if I get some new ones Shit, Imma just kill they ass too 40's in this bitch 9's in this bitch Slide in this bitch Iron on our hip Squad in this bitch We live in this bitch Try in this bitch You'll die in this bitch! Grahhh BOOM! And I been hearing all that sneakdissing (sneakdissing) I told bro don't trip let me get him (Me get him) They just mad cause we hot now (hot now) FGE is all they talm bout (talm bout) Tony told me world is ours now (ours now) So all you suckas gotta starve now (starve now) Y'all gone make me bring the block out (block out) Hop out with the moptop Tear your block down BOOM! Y'all know how I rock nigga (rock nigga) 1500 be the block nigga (block nigga) Niggas try to take my life but I ain't going (ain't going) Stupid Steve hit the corner blowing BOOM BOOM BOOM Now you know shorty with the shit (with the shit) And with this 40 I don't miss (BOOM BOOM!) I'm in the trap working out my wrist Bitch I'm paid in full Ho I think I'm Mitch (I think I'm Mitch) I got money I got guns (I got guns) I might shoot some shit up just for fun (just for fun) Fuck wrong with these niggas Must be dumb (must be dumb) They don't know that I'm Nick Cannon with that drum! Yeah My tongue hold life But my belt hold death nigga I'd rather give love But got no problem giving you rest nigga I'm down to die by it Take a stand Lie 'bout it God my only judge bitch 'Til then fuck justice Cause I'll pray for my enemies Friends and those kin to me But don't never cross God's son Cause I'll take breath from any 3 Yeah I only trust that money in this cruel world But they hating Hope they ready for the new world FGE we taking off And this plane won't lose fuel nigga 300 we run it You can't fuck with this duo nigga All stripes when we take shots On whatever pocket Pool nigga And we gone let you hold that Unload that On you mule niggas Fool shit don't fly with us And on fuck shit I ain't lighting up Only real ones get to ride with us And any loose ends Getting tightened up Yeah Back to Benjamins That's how I make sense of it Nigga tell me what's real I'll show you what the difference is Look I'm a matador Cash is what I got in store Work you up Cut you up Bitch I won't go back and forth Weigh my arm and hammer When you hear that thunder That ain't Thor Be in the block Come back for more Give them what they asking for Yeah Make 'em bite the dust Right after they smack the floor Bitch I'm a drop 30 on you My shooter gone match my score Haaa If you can see me you dreaming Bitch but don't wake the demons Cause we ain't aim at your ! Uhh huh Stupid bitch Getting money with my brothers I'm Nino (I'm Nino) Fuck niggas getting robbed if I need dough (If I need dough) Don't cooperate No problem we gone blow (We gone blow) Don't ask us no shit about no murders We don't know (We don't know) Rap God FGE CEO (CEO) Punch lines hitting hard He Debo (He Debo) You rappers funny Fu as fuck CB4 My fans turnt watching Can't sit calm T.V show Woo I just hit a stain faneto (faneto) Yaah I be getting brain from these hoes (From these hoes) Take off like a plane on these hoes M.O.B No I don't got no change for these hoes I ain't Wayne I don't never make it rain on these hoes I'm that nigga I don't gotta spit no game to these hoes (To these hoes) Pretty birds on my thang Flamingo (Flamingo) And bitch i just got 30K for 3 shows Fuck a label I'm too fucking hot They can't cool me down Killing shit Flow so fucking sick Call up Doogie Hows Been connected like a unibrow Since a juvenile In the whip cruising through the town Hustling moving pounds From the gutter Got it out the mud But I'm not Snootie Wild Been in trouble Beat 2 or 3 cases Fuck your jury trial Never gave up Never threw in towels Made my goonies proud Model bitches wanna do me now They like groupies now I'm in they mouth Like a root canal Your boo blew me down 2 3 rounds for you goofy clowns Better move around No mechanic but no need to panic Keep theat tooley round Bet he rest 45 to his chest Call him Boobie Miles Shoot em' up Then I shoot em' down We don't fool around Wet em' up Come swim with the sharks I bet you will drown Yo squad filled with pussycats Make yo crew meow Extendo clips I'm 33'n y'all Patrick Ewing style I'll smoke everybody in this bitch Like a hookah lounge Broski nem blowing fruity loud My whole crew be wild GANG!

lost souls

Yuh, yuh (Ayy!) Okay (You dig) Lil' stupid, lil' stupid (Who that is?), no cupid (Umm, no love) Lil' stupid (Bitch) Ha, ha, ha, drip Wet, flex, yuh (Can you hear it?) Lil' stupid, lil' stupid (That's the charge) Uhm, yuh (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) I'ma drown a nigga in a river of lost souls (I'ma drown, drown him, drown him, huh?) I'ma drown a nigga in a river of lost souls (Ayy-ayy, ayy, river of lost) Dearly depart from these unmotivated hatin' hoes (Dearly, dearly, dearly, ho) Your bitch looking at me up and down like an Elder Scroll, ayy! (Lookin' at me, lookin' at me, lookin' at-lookin' at-lookin' me) I'ma drown a nigga in a river of lost souls (I'ma, yuh, yuh) I'ma drown a nigga in a river of lost souls (Yuh, yuh, ayy!) Dearly depart from these unmotivated hatin' hoes (Bitch, woo, yuh, woo) Your bitch looking at me up and down like an Elder Scroll, huh I fuck ya bitch when I'm bored (I fuck yo bitch when I'm—) Because you drive an Accord (Because you drive) I am not Simba, but when I do fuck that bitch (I am not) I greet that bitch with a roar (Rrr!) Ferragamo to the floor (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Flow hot like Earth's core (Ayy, ayy, ayy) "Knock, knock, knock" not the sound of the door (Knock, knock-knock-knock, knock-knock-knock-knock) That's the sound when I hit your whore, um Ayy, little bitch, you need to wake up (Ayy, ayy) Need face right now, so fuck ya makeup (Ayy, ayy) Ayy, little bitch, dick when you wake up 'Cause I just woke up in Marc Jacobs (Di, di-di-di-di-di) Ayy, little bitch, Dragon Ball shit (Dragon Ball), diamonds Destructo Disc (Diamonds Destructo) Hopped in the gang, anime shit, full One-Punch Man fist, uh I'ma drown a nigga in a river of lost souls (I'ma drown, drown him, drown him) I'ma drown a nigga in a river of lost souls (Ayy-ayy, ayy, river of lost) Dearly depart from these unmotivated hatin' hoes (Dearly, dearly, dearly, ho) Your bitch looking at me up and down like an Elder Scroll, ayy! (Lookin' at me, lookin' at me, lookin' at-lookin' at-lookin' me) I'ma drown a nigga in a river of lost souls (Ooh, I'ma, yuh, yuh, woah, woah, woah) I'ma drown a nigga in a river of lost souls (Yuh, yuh, ayy! Huh?) Dearly depart from these unmotivated hatin' hoes (Bitch, woo, yuh, woo, you dig?) Your bitch looking at me up and down like an Elder Scroll (Yuh, ayy, yuh) I might drown a bitch (Bitch) Your money counterfeit (Woah?) Smokin' on a pound and shit (Huh?) My diamonds gonna blind you quick Fuck these rap niggas (What) Bitch my check bigger (Racks) Too much money gotta hide a milli' (Hide a milli') Young rich nigga gotta ride the Bentley (Skrrt, skrrt) Fake ass Rollie, what it cost ya? (Cost ya) Get bossed around if you ain't bossed up (You ain't bossed up) Fuck a hater, bring your check up (Check up) Drown a bitch from my neck up (Woah, what?) Slump (Slump) I'm ridin' around with a pump (Skrrt) Five hundred thou' in the trunk Black and white coupe like a skunk (Black and white) She keep starin' what I'm wearin' (Yeah) Hop out the new McLaren (McLaren) Pinky ring unnecessary (Ice, ice) I was broke, I'm legendary (I'm legendary) Drip (Drip) Way too much water might drown ya (Might drown ya) Deep in the ocean, they'll find ya (Woah) My bitch is foreign and kinder (She finer) I'ma drown a nigga in a river of lost souls (I'ma drown, drown him, drown him, Rich!) I'ma drown a nigga in a river of lost souls (Ayy-ayy, ayy, river of lost) Dearly depart from these unmotivated hatin' hoes (Dearly, dearly, dearly, ho) Your bitch looking at me up and down like an Elder Scroll, ayy! (Lookin' at me, lookin' at me, lookin' at-lookin' at-lookin' me) I'ma drown a nigga in a river of lost souls (I'ma, yuh, yuh) I'ma drown a nigga in a river of lost souls (Yuh, yuh, ayy!) Dearly depart from these unmotivated hatin' hoes (Bitch, woo, yuh, woo) Your bitch looking at me up and down like an Elder Scroll, huh

life of the party

Hello, welcome to the other side You're lost Baby step outside your mind You've been really good You've been really good You've been thinking bout being bad ever since I put you on She got money for blow Just check her damn nose Prescription ain't an issue You can mix it with the oh And if you wanna do it, baby I'm right here with you I'm on cloud nine Baby you're behind You can follow me You can follow me if you want To go downtown with the drugs in your body Take that step you’re the life of the party Know that step you’re the life of the party I got two little ladies I got one little room There's a room full of liquor Baby what you wanna do? The way you move got me feeling so uhh I been thinking about it baby I been thinking about it lately I'm so far gone and you are too Show me how you go downtown With the drugs in your body Take that step, you're the life of the party Know that step, you're the life of the party I love how you touch How you feel How you breathe Baby how you do it so good? How you twist with your hips got the room so small baby And girl please don't go You're gonna please my boys You been thinking about it baby Yeah you're a star Oh you knocked one down Girl you knocked it down Girl, there's one, two, three Go downtown with the drugs in your body Take that step you’re the life of the party Know that step you’re the life of the party

dusse

This motherfucking D’usse got me sweating and shit... Word to God Hov, fuck with ya boy C5 Okay nigga, I got 'em, point 'em out and I got 'em Let 'em get a lil buzz, then we robbing for pollen We ain't killing no minors, you niggas still in the minors And your bitch, we gonna blind her, can't pick us out of the lineup I swear lord knows I'ma murk one of these niggas Shoot you in your earth, and get earthworms on me, nigga I been did my time, I'm getting better with time But real niggas don't whine, we'll burn down your vineyard I been balling since cornrows, still ducking the narcos My little niggas in war mode, you spark it up, we charcoal Got a bad bitch with long hair that have bad days when the mall closed I'm a big dog, big doghouse, make ashtrays out of dog bowls, yeah Blessings on top of sins, resting with topless twins Picture me broke but forgot to take the top off the lens In the restaurant, I’m with Slim, wrestling with lobster limbs Talking about some M's, it's sounding like gospel hymns Yes, lord We on that D'usse, me and my nigga Euro Tina turn up in this bitch We got Lauren in this bitch Serena Pink in this bitch, better known as Pinky Steph in this bitch Yah dig? What’s up Brandon!? Lego! Hollygrove nigga, rest in peace, Lil Kevin Rest in peace, Lil Beezy, rest in peace, Big Sausage The world is mine, I am selfish I am a shark, fuck them shellfish Everybody in the building, well I left that bitch like Elvis Nigga, please Pops treated mom like Billie Jean Like hot sauce, I put it on everything I'ma give that fucking woman everything, everything Here we go, bitch I'm cool, Coolio She say "Tune, do me slow" How many fish did Hootie blow? I don't know, fuck who knows? I got a redbone with two golds And she snort too much of that Michael Jackson That bitch gonna need a new nose I ain't got time for you hoes Shit I only have two goals And that is "Get Money, Get Money" Now I'm riding 'round the city with the top off the Maybach Looking for a motherfucking spot we can skate at Elvis left the building and I take these hoes to Graceland And I got more bounce, to the 28 grams I ain't stunting these niggas Eyes look Chinese, Wayne-chung to these niggas Wayne-chung bitch! More than one bitch This for my niggas, we shall overcome, bitch From New Orleans, niggas dying over dumb shit You know we give the pastor hell, make the nun strip Yeah I might have them bricks, call me Brick Cannon Nina on my lap, what you want from Santa? I might get money, fuck bitches Kill niggas and smoke weed I'm married to this real shit And I'm a wife beater, no sleeves Do it for my hood That 44 ain't no good You better bring that chopper Cause we gonna have them choppers Yeah I do it for my hood That 45 ain't no good You better bring the chopper Cause we gonna have them choppers, nigga We gonna have them choppers We gonna have them choppers You better bring the chopper Cause we gonna have them choppers, yeah We gonna have them choppers We gonna have them choppers You better bring the chopper Cause we gonna have them choppers, nigga Mula! My nigga Hood in this bitch Still on that D'usse Shout out my nigga Lil Twist, my lil brother He just passed out in the club the other night off that D'usse Threw up on the owner Owner talkin' about he wanted his money back He wanted half of the money back Twist took all the money and left That's some Young Money shit Soo Woo to the B gang Rest in peace Cedar Frogg

on it

Bitches see me and my team and be on that 300, Glory Boyz, we be on it I got guap, tell your bitch to get on it All this dough, rockin’ to the top, yeah bitch, get on it She on it, she see me, she on it We the Get Money team, you can’t get on that Get off my dick tell your bitch to get on it She not my bitch, tell your bitch to get on it I’ll pull out my dick, tell your bitch to get on that She like my car, she fucked me in my foreign She like damn, Sosa, them niggas boring I’m flexin and finessing and I’m tourin’ Bitch, I’mma finagle when I’m at Fuego Disrespect my set, hope that boy got a halo I’m a ballerholic, im bout my pesos Your bitch keep on calling, tell her to let go My money stackin’ up so high like Lego Tryin’ to be Sosa, this ain’t no race, though Tryin’ to be Sosa, homeboy, you can't clone These bitches know Sosa, he got that Play-Doh Bitches see me and my team and be on that 300, Glory Boyz, we be on it I got guap, tell your bitch to get on it All this dough, rockin’ to the top, yeah bitch, get on it She on it, she see me, she on it We the Get Money team, you can’t get on that Get off my dick tell your bitch to get on it She not my bitch, tell your bitch to get on it I’m the voice of the streets, you know I own it I’m talkin’ way before this rap I had a foreign After the show, I fucked your bitch and she was borin’ We came a long way from the slum, now we tourin’ BMG, I put the whole world on it GBE, Chief Keef, that’s my homie A half a brick, I put a whole nine on it Warren Sapp, I keep two nines on me I want the money badge, I have money attached The money got me geeked – remixing, selling swag We the finesse kings, rob a nigga with no mask How to be a millionaire, I’ll put you on that Bitches see me and my team and be on that 300, Glory Boyz, we be on it I got guap, tell your bitch to get on it All this dough, rockin’ to the top, yeah bitch, get on it She on it, she see me, she on it We the Get Money team, you can’t get on that Get off my dick tell your bitch to get on it She not my bitch, tell your bitch to get on it

colombia remix

Chea, haha Black Migo Gang, I just left Colombia Birdman, count up Ross Double M GuWop (Brick Squad, Young Scooter) chea (Rozay, Stunna) Rich Gang (What's happening, nigga?) {M-M-M-Maybach Music} I can make cocaine 3.5 kilos on my gold chain I just flew to Haiti Zoe fuck around gave me 80 Chickens like the wing-stop (huh!) Nigga tried to kill me but I had the thing cocked They think I know the voodoo How they keep showing my Ghost on that channel 2 I'm having dreams and nightmares (huh!) MJ moonwalking on them white squares (woo!) I'm a boss not a Capo Pussy nigga time to call me El Chapo Trappin' till a hundred mill (huh!) Built a mansion for my killers out in Summer Hill Bad bitches never fuck with y'all We fuck em then we drop em off in them muscle cars Chrome wheels and them rally stripes Third party conversations through them satellites Lil nigga got a appetite We do em and we pray they momma have a candlelight (M-M-M-Maybach Music) I can make cocaine I just fell in love with a Cuban I just left Colombia Now we get em in by the metric tons I can make cocaine I just fell in love with a Cuban I just left Colombia Now we get em in by the metric tons (Rich Gang... 5 Star) I just left Colombia Fly, skinny tires I ain't frontin none Bitch they call me Birdman Whip it from the kitchen to the curb man (ya heard me?) Used to rob blocks on them backstreets Dippin through them backstreets, traveling with them 10 a piece Kingpin lifestyle Million on the whip, hundred mil, hundred thou 20 million on a new home Line tap got me hustling off of five phones Gotta get it by all means Put it down for my city from a triple beam BLAAAT I can make cocaine I just fell in love with a Cuban I just left Colombia Now we get em in by the metric tons I can make cocaine I just fell in love with a Cuban I just left Colombia Now we get em in by the metric tons I was trapping outta granny house I broke the screen door Rappers say they kingpins but ain't never seen dope Whippin dope in every bowl you can't find a clean bowl Long line full of fiends, Gucci need a green store Wanna visit Coca-Cola come to Gucci mane store And I ain’t never told a soul, I don’t need a snitch foe R.I.P. Pimp, shouts to Bun, I just sold a metric ton I got 99 bricks and I still won't front you one WOP Hop up out that airplane Me and Hector got a meeting with the Rich Gang Free my nigga Poo Tang Sold more dope than every rapper in the rap game Really seen them truck loads Came a long way from them country dirt roads I own Lil Mexico Pushin' bricks from the east to the west coast Summertime I'm charging 16 You got ugly bricks you know my remix look clean I'm BMG stamping everything The streets mine and you'll never see a drought again I can make cocaine I just fell in love with a Cuban I just left Colombia Now we get em in by the metric tons I can make cocaine I just fell in love with a Cuban I just left Colombia Now we get em in by the metric tons

im not introducing you

A lot of you females got me twisted You assume just because I'm a rapper, you can approach me in a ho-ish way and get something out of it Shit, you'd be lucky if you walk away with an autograph, bitch You better come correct I'm a beam just like the shining sun But I'd be a fool if I say you're the one And I'd be the water that's raining down on the land But I won't be your man You see I got other plans You know what you know what I'm not introducing you to mama I'm not introducing you to mama I'm not introducing you to mama I'm not introducing you to mama Man it's so hard to find a girl who's close to having a mindstate like me A lot of you drink and smoke, suck a lot of dick on the low and probably got HIV Don't get mad when you get played by me I'ma keep it real til the day I D-I-E And for you girls who be up in the club that's underage with a fake ID Listen, I don't give a fuck what you believe most guys don't want you to see That they just wanna get your ass under the sheets fuck you then leave I don't what prompts you to be So stupid now you're crying your eyes out he's long gone and you're trying to find out But I'm telling you why so don't cry baby girl now it's time for you to be back on the right route Back to me, actually, I got a lot of girls throwing they ass to me I throw it right back at 'em so happily, can't believe that they have the audacity To even do that shit, like I'm that guy Bitch come down 'cause you're not that fly Kiss the first night, it's not that time. No hoes hopping inside my ride I'm a beam just like the shining sun But I'd be a fool if I say you're the one And I'd be the water that's raining down on the land But I won't be your man You see I got other plans You know what you know what I'm not introducing you to mama I'm not introducing you to mama I'm not introducing you to mama I'm not introducing you to mama Every girl I meet, always talking bout "I don't even wanna know Hopsin, ew Yeah, he got some skills but every time he put them eyes in it look like he popped some pills I just wanna know Marcus, he's a sweet little innocent boy Oh god I'd date him with no prob And if he wanted to I'll let him beat the pussy with no condom" Bitch, what's your problem? You expect me to be optim -mistic, for the mischief you bring your senseless bitch you out of Your mind I know you like the fact I'm so bad when I spit up on the track Black and I rap with a little bit of swag and happen to have a little money in the back What the fuck do you got that'll impress me so I can feel half of the magic? A loose vaginal passage, uh uh bitch put that back in the package I feel so sick and lonely, I want a real girl that will get to know me No charcoal breath who be hitting a stogie and not one that'll say shit to blow me I'm a beam just like the shining sun But I'd be a fool if I say you're the one And I'd be the water that's raining down on the land But I won't be your man You see I got other plans You know what you know what I'm not introducing you to mama I'm not introducing you to mama I'm not introducing you to mama I'm not introducing you to mama I like nature, ah you too? Wow, we got so much in common boo Don't be assuming that I'm going to love you because if you do I'll cut you out of my life I promise you I'm down to earth and I'm an honest dude You barely be giving me any homage dues I would definitely regret it and probably get a big headache if I was stupid and got with you How many guys have you let bone you? (Uhhh?) Let me guess, you don't have no clue huh? Could've been 5, could have been 10, could have been a million nigga's that hopped on you huh? I ain't trying to be another one on the list, that'll make me a true son of a bitch Yup I know how you work, you ain't nothing but a flirt baby girl that's one of the risks Best believe that I'ma pass on that, ain't got time for no asshole acts You say you a good girl that's no fact, can't roll smooth 'cause your axles cracked You can't find a good man that's so sad, I think it's because you act so wack So don't be trying to blame the world for your nonsense bitch I'll fuck around a smack yo ass I'm a beam just like the shining sun But I'd be a fool if I say you're the one And I'd be the water that's raining down on the land But I won't be your man You see I got other plans You know what you know what I'm not introducing you to mama I'm not introducing you to mama I'm not introducing you to mama I'm not introducing you to mama Baby, maybe we can meet up tomorrow and we can give it one more try But in the meantime I'ma have to say goodbye baby 'cause right now you're not my type Now listen, I'm not introducing you to mama I'm not introducing you to mama I'm not introducing you to mama I'm not introducing you to mama

repo

We gon' knock this right out We gon' skate to one song and one song only nigga! Yeah! Really? Fuckin' "Condom Style"? "Get your jig on"? You a clown-ass nigga, put a wig on Nigga I be goin H.A.M. till the pig gone All this ice around my neck, I got a fridge on! Body Cass, put 'em in a body bag Broke nigga, we should put you in a bodycast Real nigga, all I know is get a lot of cash I took you hater niggas spot that’s why you prolly mad! My story, all guts, glory Posted on the corner, Glock .40 tucked on me 20 years on me, me and my army Feelin' like none of y'all niggas can harm me I came from the bottom where they never make it at With all my jewels on they ain't never takin' that Theres rules to the game I ain't never breakin' that And once you give a statement, nigga, you can never take it back You lame part of the game, nigga pardon the fame I got 30 in my clip I can park in your frame Plus this Rollie on my wrist cost some cars and change We talking bike life, 'bout to put a park in my name Just to ride on you niggas, or slide on you niggas G550 when we glide on you niggas like Clyde on you niggas, homicide on you nigga I ain't never had no rap, had no ties to you niggas, so Why you suckas hatin' and talkin' 'bout what I'm makin'? When I be out in Jamaica and ballin' like I'm like a Laker It's givers and it's takers, these niggas is gettin faker And I'm just gettin' richer I wake up and get my cake up! Black Maserati, chinchillas for Papi Ten killers beside me, all lookin' like ahkis I remember nights on corners with beef and broccoli Rice and gravy, now it's crazy cause Phillipe's got me All gold AP, same watch as Jay-Z Ballin' like I'm KD, how can niggas play me? If you ain't talkin' money nigga fuck you, pay me Drophead with the top down and the A.C On, drawn, fuck is y'all doin' I'mma king you a pawn, lil nigga I'mma Don The coke price high, it cost 40 for a jawn And like 20 for a half lil nigga do the math And you talkin' bout a battle rap, how you gon' handle that? 100 grand pussy nigga, you ain't got the tab for that You ain't got the stacks for that, you the one we laughin' at You ain't got half of that, they pump you up: Asthma attack Bye clown, calm down 'fore you make me bomb now Fucking all these superstars like "Who Meek Milly bomb now?" Went from driving Bentleys to going half on pie pounds You niggas need to die down, Philly nigga: my town I heard your car got re-poed But this is bike life boy you just got Deebo'd Them Twitter niggas fucking with your ego You in the field tryna turn to God like Tebow Naw that won't work nigga, that'll get you murked nigga All-black Ghost nigga, looking like a hearse nigga Been a dead man, so I'mma dig you out the Earth nigga Just to stuff your skeleton right back into the dirt nigga What you made this year? What you worth nigga? I dropped "Dreams & Nightmares," I made church nigga I did "I'ma Boss," youngin' set the summer off Man these old niggas mad at me cause they fallin' off! Ha! Get your hate on Cass And we ain't talking larceny cause they all trash And your goons ain't riding witcha, they all mad Cause you ain't never put no food up in AR abs My dog killed a body for ya, damn he didn't eat from it Now you mad at Swizz cause you can't get a beat from him Once my niggas coming at you dog, we gon' keep comin' Weirdo Forest Gump nigga, better keep runnin' D.C. nigga, you P.C. nigga While you was scared, I was eatin' chichi nigga Talking to Tip about how we gon' beast these niggas All I know is bang bang, like that Chief Keef nigga Got a matte black Aston, gold rims on it Bitch looking like it got a pair of Timbs on it Cashmere sweater, bunch of Jims on it All my guns come with extends on it Duck ? and hit up, tuck nigga you lit up Cause you looking like food my youngins ready to get up Call you for a verse and tell you to write some shit up Boom, high stick up, jumping all out the pick up, woah You know you fucked up right? The "hustla" You know you fucked up right? Man I ain't doing this shit no more with you nut ass niggas I came in the game, I ain't even signed a year nigga I got more money than all you hatin' ass old niggas put together Y'all niggas ain't do shit! Talkin' all this Philly shit Y'all niggas ain't put no foreigns out here nigga All my niggas drive foreigns! My niggas don't even rap and drive better cars than you niggas Coon copped that 'Rari , you don't feel sorry for these bitch ass rappers! You can't come to Philly no more! And not even because of this, you was never comin' to Philly You ain't been here eight years you pussy ass nigga!

whateveryoudodontlookhimintheeyes

365 nights I'm here now I feel a lot of things but I don't feel fear now The oak crack and the entrance appear now I'm taking you to where I know the world won't hear now Never worry about the shit you say, they say I do my thing and leave their heads spinnin' like beyblades Waking up and roll repeat till the daybreak I'd rather be inside the world don't feel the same way No connection I can see you lagging I'm fy_iceworld cooling relaxing Lagging you freezing Never gave a fuck before but now you reaching Now the world keep calling me Locked door, plotting more, planet don't bother me Want to be like us but they don't wanna take the chances There's nothing to this shit just shut your eyes and let 'em have it Still the fucking best in town I hit the dope then do the mess around We smoke 14 then leave the rest around Drugs in every room never ever running out Chlorella tabs consume until I'm cashed Don't take my words, the ingredients on the back Died then I thrived like Galileo Now they all believe what they use to hate so I guess the jokes on you I see right through SESH

drop the world

I got ice in my veins, blood in my eyes Hate in my heart, love in my mind I seen nights full of pain, days are the same You keep the sunshine, save me the rain I search but never find, hurt but never cry I work and forever try, but I'm cursed, so never mind And it's worse, but better times seem further and beyond The top gets higher the more that I climb The spot gets smaller and I get bigger Tryin' to get in where I fit in, no room for a nigga But soon for a nigga it be on, motherfucker ‘Cause all this bullshit done made me strong, motherfucker So I pick the world up And I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head Bitch, I'ma pick the world up And I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head And I could die now, rebirth, motherfucker Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth, motherfucker I'm gone, motherfucker, I'm gone I know what they don't wanna tell you Just hope you're heaven-sent, and you're hell-proof I walk up in the world and cut the lights off And confidence is a stain they can't wipe off My word is my pride But wisdom is bleak, and that's a word from the wise Served to survive, murdered and bribed And when it got too heavy I put my burdens aside So I can pick the world up And I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head Bitch, I'ma pick the world up And I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head And I could die now, rebirth, motherfucker Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth, motherfucker I'm gone, motherfucker, I'm gone It hurts, but I never show This pain you'll never know If only you could see just how lonely and how cold And frostbit I've become My back's against the wall When push come to shove I just stand up and scream: "Fuck 'em all!" Man, it feels like these walls are closin' in This roof is cavin' in, up it's time to raise it, then Your days are numbered like pages in My book of rhymes; got 'em cookin', boy This crooked mind of mines got 'em all shook And scared to look in my eyes I stole that fuckin' clock: I took the time And I came up from behind and pretty much snuck up And butt-fucked this game up Better be careful when you bring my name up Fuck this fame, that ain't what I came to claim But the game ain't gonna be the same on the day that I leave it But I swear, one way or another I'ma make these fuckin' haters believe it I swear to God, won't spare the rod I'm a man of my words, so your fuckin' heads better nod Or I'ma fuck around in this bitch and roast everybody Sleep on me, that pillow is where your head'll lie Permanently, bitch, it's beddy-bye This world is my Easter egg, yeah, prepare to die! My head is swole My confidence is up, this stage is my pedestal I'm unstoppable, Incredible Hulk You're trapped in my medicine ball I could run circles around you so fast your fuckin' head'll spin, dog I'll split your cabbage and your lettuce and olives, I'll fuckin'— Pick the world up and I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head Bitch, I'ma pick the world up And I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head And I could die now, rebirth, motherfucker Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth, motherfucker I'm gone, motherfucker, I'm gone

easy

I saw you, Chinese birthday With a strawberry icee Channeling Morrissey Were we at the rave, dancing horribly Pulse went through my face and my clear backpack Sonic sound you made me I know you're in here somewhere You came with someone There's something you need Hope you don't think I'm easy What starts inside these hallways Always comes and goes I come from nothing Like you come from nothing Light like a laser cut from the navel Til it's dark as a plum Back where we're from Don't take life so serious If you find another He could sleep right here Between the two of us I'll move over some I hope he doesn't think I'm easy Between the three of us There's no one sleeping cold Nobody said it would be easy With you on my mind I'm scared to think alone Ohh why was it never this easy The windows raise to show us Daylight's come again

futr fuck up the rap

Laisse-moi t'expliquer mon putain de périple dans cette missive Fuck le game, fuck les pédés, fuck tous ces imbéciles Le rap m'a choisi comme c'gros binoclard à la tête du peuple Ouais j'suis l'meilleur de ma génération donc j'fous le sbeul Ouais mon négro (négro), ouais mon rebeu (rebeu) Sheguey j'touche pas l'héro : j'préfère l'shit et la beuh Ouais j'suis pas un héros, j'suis même pas un rappeur J'suis venu représenter le 59 et tous mes zinzink's sapeurs Ouais j'suis un négro calme m'balançe jamais chez les keufs On fait parler les armes, on fait crier ta meuf Avant c'étaient mes ennemis, maintenant qu'j'ai l'buzz c'est mes reufs Mais quand y a des embrouilles n'oublie pas c'est chacun pour ses seufs Ils pensaient pas qu'le p'tit Grady aurait perçé aussi vite La jalousie arrive aussi vite que les keufs en civils Ils sont dépassés par mon succès, alors les fausses rumeurs sur mon dos elles se succèdent Avouez qu'ça vous fait mal de nous voir faire du seille-o Nique sa mère je bosse dans la raquette pire qu'un O.J. Mayo Comme CriCri Ronaldo, on nous tire par l'maillot Quand tu t'fais baiser par tes proches Sheguey tu deviens paro' Putain sur la vie d'ma mère que le game m'a déçu J'étais toujours là pour eux mais derrière ils m'crachaient dessus J'fais confiance à personne, encore moins à ma queue La seule façon d'vesqui les virus c'est d'acheter un Mac J'ai crié "Fuck Jay-Z" mais j'rap sur sa prod J'aurais ken Beyonce dans son dos si j'étais son pote I'm a motherfucking Nigga like Ol' Dirty Bastard Mais n'oublie pas qu'y'a que Jesus qui rendait pas les m'batas J'ai ça, j'ai ci, j'veux ça, j'hésite, contrat, j'résilie, Tupac, Biggie, Nas, Jay-Z Gros joint, j'bousille, phonetel grillé, prison, suicide Glock nine, Fusil, Famas, Uzi Argent, soucis, armée, usine Maman cuisine, pétasse consomme comme un Audi Tu veux du buzz faut les soucis, cousin, cousine, Deschamps, Brésil, Nasri, Exit Nique sa mère le rap,la France, moi j'préfère l'exil On rentre à Kinshasa avec une feumeu du Mexique Négro c'est que du buzz, pourquoi tu t'excites ? Tu parles trop dans mon dos Ta chatte veut qu'on l'excise Fuck Up The Rap (Hey hey Sheguey) Fuck Up The Rap (Hey hey Sheguey) On baise ton rap (Hey hey Sheguey) On rap, on trap “Eh ouais, on a quitté Chicago, on a quitté Atlanta, pour revenir à New-York, aux sources Eh, quand j'cris Fuck Jay-Z, c'est pas Jay-Z que j'emmerde C'est juste les Illuminatis, et tous ceux qui pactisent avec le Diable mon frère Eh ouais gros, on est les enfants de Dieu nous Force à nous Sheguey, on est ensemble” Fuck Up The Rap… Fuck Up The Rap… Fuck Up The Rap… On baise ton rap

ron oneal

Coach, put me in the game I'm for real, for them peoples tryna to put me in them chains Whatever the topic, let's put it in the frame We can even load it and cock it and put it in they brains I'm saying, some rappers do it for a chain Kill yourself, I know killers that'll do it for some change These veterans is slipping, they ain't doing it the same I don't slip, set a pick and put a shooter in your lane Precise, 'bout shoot them at the range But I ain't tryna shoot it with you rappers I'll just shoot it at your dame Y'all never should have threw me in the game Found a new word for weed, that was so mean I threw it in my name My song banging loud on the block like arms spraying The law hating, warring like Blacks and Caucasians God versus Satan, I'm laying in the dark With the Mossberg waiting, letting off first basing Slim from the cotton club washing a scrub Deuce high when he cruise by, spotting his love Hold the mic like a .38 muzzle to snub This flow, call it OJ blood on the glove Above rap, capital Gs speak on the facts Please believe that, meaning that I keep it a stack He's back, he a beast on the track The only time that I go soft is probably with your freak in the sack Feel the bass make sure he shake, murder verse, first forty-eight Manslaughter, nearly caught a case I crack heads more than base Stack bread when I orchestrate, that said y'all the bass No matter what the weather, we be getting our cheddar So we can have a better tomorrow Oh, money, cars, superstars, getting ours, working hard For a better tomorrow I seen niggas sniff coke through a crazy straw Come out they shirts sweating bullets with the Bobby Brown jaw Dry mouth, grinding back and forth plus he's steaming a Newport We all holding the torch Few staircase murders, some burners don't blam right Guns that kicked around the wall you better stand tight Full of X, AKs, whiling in lobbys, bulletproof PJs Fuck around and get spunned like the DJ CSI traumatized by viewing the instant replay SpongeBob niggas get scars nigga I'm off style in any section of the hood I'll pull your car nigga No matter what the weather, we be getting our cheddar So we can have a better tomorrow Oh, money, cars, superstars, getting ours, working hard For a better tomorrow See ignorance wouldn't allow retreat So you rather pursue death than admit defeat See ignorance wouldn't allow retreat So you rather pursue death than admit defeat I used to be so narcissistic, park the whip and spark the biscuits Spit hollow tipped shells at the Narcs with quickness Live to tell the tale cause only God's my witness Been a long time, change gonna come son, I'm optimistic I hold the steel like Ron O'Neal Super fly, do or die, Killah Hill, Brownsville Never ran, never will, yes I can, yes I will Put a dot upon your knot then I drill through your grill Like a dentist, my apprentice speaks with a vengeance Demented scientists count bodies inside the trenches That's judges off the benches, got inches for y'all wenches We plant those hot seeds that grow in cold winters No matter what the weather, we be getting our cheddar So we can have a better tomorrow Oh, money, cars, superstars, getting ours, working hard For a better tomorrow See ignorance wouldn't allow retreat So you rather pursue death than admit defeat See ignorance wouldn't allow retreat So you rather pursue death than admit defeat

twisted

Hah Mafia Twisted off the juice, twisted, twisted off the juice (Hah) Twisted off the juice, twisted, twisted off the juice (Hah) Dance like you dancin' on a pole (On a pole, hah) Dance, dance like you dancin' on a pole (On a pole, hah) Dance like you dancin' on a pole (On a pole) Dance, dance like you dancin' on a pole (On a pole, hah) Dance like you dancin' on a pole (On a pole) Dance, dance like you dancin' on a pole (On a pole, hah) Dance like you dancin' on a pole (On a pole, hah) Dance, dance like you dancin' on a pole (On a pole, hah) Twisted off the juice, twisted, twisted off the juice Twisted off the juice, twisted, twisted off the juice Come get twisted with the Juice, I'm your nigga Fuck with Montana, bitch, that's my nigga 1 AM, she was callin' me papi (Hah) 2 AM, we met up at the lobby (Hah) 3 AM, yeah, I was gettin' sloppy (Hah) At 4 AM, I passed her to Rocky (Hah) This the same bitch, on that same shit (Hah) Ain't got no talent, she's just known for suckin' famous dicks (Hah) Niggas ballin' out, buyin' all kinda gifts Shawty's pussy must be dope, 'cause niggas can't quit For that fame they bussin, nothin' strange to us (Hah) Bitches tweakin' like they on angel dust When I park that Lec', and slide through the back Bitches hoppin' off the pole like, "Where the paper at?" Fuck with Montana, 'cause I'm your nigga Black Rollie Barack, Ciroc in my liver Who the fuck is this? Pull up in a Gati with a three quarter mink Shawty ridin' shotty with a rock like a brick hit Yeah, that's that drip I got brown bags, loads, tic-tac-toe, X's, O's Dance like you dancin' on a pole (Hah) 300 on a coupe, 300 for the show (Hah) Doors open up, legs open wide Grind 'til the night over, I ain't come up overnight (Hah) Twisted off the juice, top off the roof Twisted off the juice, twisted, twisted off the juice Dance like you dancin' on a pole (How you like) Dance, dance like you dancin' on a pole (How you like) Dance like you dancin' on a pole (How you like) Dance, dance like you dancin' on a pole (On a pole) Dance like you dancin' on a pole (On a pole) Dance, dance like you dancin' on a pole (How you like) Dance like you dancin' on a pole (How you like) Dance, dance like you dancin' on a pole (How you like) Twisted off the juice, twisted, twisted off the juice Twisted off the juice, twisted, twisted off the juice Come get twisted with the Juice, I'm your nigga Fuck with Montana, bitch, that's my nigga She said she ain't never done no shit like this before I said, I know you ain't a ho, but girl just let it go I'm finna floor, I'm finna catch a flow, like "Woah" Get your ass up on the pole, let your worries go She said, "I know I ain't a ho, I'm just tryna get this money You know how it go, fosho' Bust a nut and then I roll Bitches call me Bobby Tarantino We know I'ma get the C-note, then I relocate Fuck her then I bounce, hell nah, I can't do no date 1-800, then I kill the pussy, who can relate? Got a bitch in all states, like the fake Denzel Word to Yeezy, my shit's breezy, it's too easy This money please me, these fake rappers don't appease me If you ain't talkin' money, you need to talk to French That's word to Karim, we live in the dream, know what I mean? Whip clean, peanut butter on the inside Bitches be beautiful, but they ugly on the inside, woo Shut your fuckin' mouth, 'cause Bobby Boy he comin' through Word to Triple-6, suck up on my dick Slob on my knob, girl you're beautiful, that's word to God Goddamn, I'm the man, do it 'cause I can Dance like you dancin' on a pole (On a pole, hah) Dance, dance like you dancin' on a pole (On a pole, hah) Dance like you dancin' on a pole (On a pole) Dance, dance like you dancin' on a pole (On a pole, hah) Dance like you dancin' on a pole (On a pole) Dance, dance like you dancin' on a pole (On a pole, hah) Dance like you dancin' on a pole (On a pole, hah) Dance, dance like you dancin' on a pole (On a pole, hah) Twisted off the juice, twisted, twisted off the juice Twisted off the juice, twisted, twisted off the juice Don't get twisted with the juice, I'm your nigga Fuck with Montana, bitch, that's my nigga Coke boy baby

come closer

Hitmaka Oh-oh, oh, yeah Let's take a jet to Aruba, I know it sounds nice, ooh You gon' fall into my trap, you gon' fall right through Even when you're with your lover and your phone's on mute When I call you an Uber, you gon' come right through Need to cry you a river If you lie, won't forgive you And I won't ever, ever trust you And I won't ever, ever miss you And yeah I love my baby mother But if she fuck another nigga I won't ever, ever touch her And don't you ever get it twisted Yeah, I'ma cry me a river Just get it out your system You know how much I really want you You know I'll never ever forget you Way too much time spent on strippers Ain't mean to cut you out the picture I don't mean to be callin' you "bitch" and shit But I be buggin' off the liquor The muscle relaxant was workin' Throwin' it back while she squirtin' Don't need surgery, you're perfect Remember when bitches was curvin' Can't no nigga get you Birkins Every time you think I'm lurkin' All my clothes, you were burnin' Oh that's how you feel? That's the word, yeah Come closer All I ever needed was some closure Come closer All I ever needed was some You told me that you need some closure, you said come over I don't need to take no Uber, I drive a Rover Tryna bribe me with a bag, wait, nigga, hold up If you ever try to play me, nigga, you's a whole dub, whole dub Always got what I wanted Never asked nobody for nothin' I can take a trip to the islands alone But if you want it you Gotta come with somethin' new I don't know what's wrong with you So over your petty games, you're getting way too comfortable Oh-oh, oh Gettin' real comfortable treatin' me like a regular Don't bring out the worst in me when I bring out the best in you Boy, I ain't average Don't make me turn savage I need you to see that I'm no regular girl Come closer (Oh-oh, oh-whoa) All I ever needed was some closure (Needed some closure) Come closer All I ever needed was some closure (All I ever needed was some closure) Come closer, oh, oh (All I ever needed was some closure) Come closer, oh, oh All he ever needed was some closure

emj

The sadness gets deeper, and now my body's growing weaker To EMJ this is dedicated; through this, you'll never belated, bro I told him, I ain't know you rap nigga, you cold blooded The way he busted his flow on stage wasn't slow was it My nigga was flippin', he grabbed the mic and was rippin' Until some idiots was trippin' and then I heard bullets whistling Then I sang 'em, I just want to celebrate, he laughed Cause said he's "writing a song called Reno 911 straight on they ass" Far as words go, it's crazy them were the last I heard EMJ on this emotional musical journey Come ride with me, it's so sad to see, still ride with me So join me, let me share with this world as I live out the dreams We won't be gone for long, I promise you won't be alone If you lose me, I'm writing the words of this song My man Michael Jones, on this emotional musical journey (Yo, this is OG Muggs, wanna shout out to my man EMJ God took you away, it was too soon man You're up there with the angles looking down And watching our world right now brother We love you, we miss you, we'll never forget you EMJ Rest in peace brother) That was my nigga In the bunk right across from mine Cracking them jokes like all the time Hoppin' on stage with him every night And why niggas Would ever wanna take somebody's life Who was living it like a shining light Man all the homie ever did was smile I still don't understand it, don't think I ever will Why I couldn't have been the bitch nigga That god had let get killed Instead he took EMJ away, it's safe to say I'll see your face again someday, at pearly gates But I hold you in my heart until At times I'm like Yo EMJ, where you been? I know you lookin' down on me like "Here I am, Kutty! And I ain't wanting for nothin' homie No, mourning do nothin' for me Your love is enough in store in its glory Or what, so pour me a drink We can cheer and toast, giving thanks to why You didn't lose a partner, you gained a gangsta for life In your heart I exist, but through music I'm able to live I see the way you floss me all on your wrist And that's what's up, man" (On my highest day my nigga, you was there Now I'm on my lowest day, cause you're not here I miss you my nigga, love you EMJ) I seen a cruel bitch, met her in Reno Nevada She'll have you living your dreams and take 'em all with no problem In dark alley ways, where devils wait for the shootout At someone who was special, I told my family about him I saw his first tour, he told me Tech was his hero And watched him from the crowd, to then go rock the same theaters Step out of bounds and rounds can fly, behind casinos On the night I never gambled and still lost it all in Reno If I only had 8 bars, to come and deliver to you in the graveyard I'd say god is shitty for even releasing you behind the 8-ball The pain's hard, I know you got kiddies to carry your name on But I'm praying for 'em, so they don't end up just singing the same song I'm hearing it in my sleep, I'm hearing it in the head There's whispers on the beat, screaming EMJ where you been I promise you everyone out here shed tears, until he remembers High powered mayhem, EMJ, Mayday's 7th member Remember like it was yesterday, show up in Reno Off of the bus and to off a Bourbon then we hit the Casino And then we, we did the show an we was only It was all that crying and you and Rock was on that homie Never should have left you lonely, you took six and survived it Talked to you a couple days ago, still riding No one never thought there was complications rising A blood clot inside him, EMJ died I'm like (EMJ, it's Cross-Eyed Joe man, we all fucking miss you bro) (EMJ, what can I say man, rest in paradise Rest in paradise pimpin, we love you) Michael Jones, I miss you my nigga EMJ, still tryna cope with this Still can't believe that you gone and I know I gots to be strong Revenge is mine said the lord, so we gotta let him take control But lord knows that I wanna grab the gat Cock back and land a blow and watch heads roll You was a talented man, I watched you gravitate fans Shouted out where you been, people was all in a trance Then we step on stage, you'd say "You killin 'em, Rock" Then I'd say "You killin 'em, MJ," then you say "Let's put on for Watts" You strong as an ox, in the bed just laying with shots Laughing and jokin', meanwhile I'm going through emotions Then you tell me Jay Rock, you gotta keep goin' on daddio Your album about to drop, plus you can't be slacking bro Yeah fo' sho' my nigga, I know this a minor set back But you told me keep killin' 'em, you gon' be alright I'mma be back, no time bet that, then I got that phone call It was bad news at its best and it hurt me That I lost my friend on this emotional musical journey Hold up roll up a Swisher, light up and paint a picture Only if painted different, I would have been right there with you So instead of cryin', I rejoice and pour out some liquor Henny straight or mix it with lemonade, feel like I should be ashamed I had to look you mama dead in the face She told me everything was gon' be okay You told me if anything you should be on your way home any day Soon as we all relaxin' the phone rang, heard her sayin' I'm goin' crazy, it's crazy, I'm thinkin' maybe just maybe I'm misunderstandin' what your lady was sayin' Naw-naw, you can't be serious, stop your talkin' delirious Got my mom on the phone, you already know where his spirit went So I drink that Hen 'til there no more left, right that wrong no it don't go left Write this song try not stress, gotta be strong yet fight to death As far as visions go that's that was last way that I saw EMJ on this emotional musical journey

its too late

I, just know what I know I say homies over dough I say hoes under both And I live by the code I say stay away from hoe shit Yeah then, stick to your own I fuck with the people Never been a thirsty neighbor I could show you how a G look I don't run my mouth I mean, better run my town now What the fuck is y'all about? Fuck with me, fuck with me All my day one niggas stuck with me Tell my main bitch, never go too far New song make a new broad fuck with me Work hard nigga, sleep comfortably Go hard nigga, eat comfortably Do what you like but keep this dissin mine Cheap talk will get your head bust for free I could wave a price Don't recommend the famous life You know the hoes in the condo and the ladies like it And she don't even know 'bout your baby's life I'm crazy made, I'm crazy nice Sleep the day, live some amazing nights Amazing grace, nigga how sweet the sound Reefer loud enough to shake the sky And I been a nigga where I come from Dew baby in the cut tryna hold tight Two strikes, shooting dice when he roll up Get it, I got 100 niggas, they need me to win 20 something niggas that need a Benz How many niggas your niggas is really friends? It's too late, it's too late I'm smoking buff up too late I'm married to the game, ain't too faithful Cheating with the money and the fame It's too late, it's too late When I get on, whole crew straight When I get on, whole crew straight And I pray to God I ain't too late I, just know what I know I say homies over dough I say hoes under both And I live by the code I say stay away from hoes Yeah then, stick to your zone I fuck with the people Never been a thirsty neighbour I could show you how a G look I don't run my mouth I'm young but I run my town now What the fuck is y'all about? It's too late, it's too late It's too late, it's too late It's too late, it's too late I, just know what I know I say homies over dough I say hoes under both And I live by the code I say stay away from hoes Yeah then, stick to your own I fuck with the people Never been a thirsty neighbour I could show you how a G look I don't run my mouth I mean, better run my town now What the fuck is y'all about?

uh uh

Sosa, baby GBE, baby Bang Bang-bang, bang Bang Beep, beep (Beep) Beep (Beep), beep Beep (What? What?) Huh Poppin' a pill still (Huh, still, yeah) Shawty on the block with me wearin' Chanel (Bang) Too much dope in here, I can't smell, smell (Too much dope) Too many guns in here, I can't tattletale (Tattletale, tattletale) Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (I can't tattletale) Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (Tattletale) Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (Tattletale) Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (What? Hold up, what? What?) Uh-uh (What?) Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (Skrrt-skrrt) (La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la) Uh-uh (Skrrt, hold up) Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (What? Hol' up) Heat in my hand, no oven mitt Take your block and tumble it (Tumble it) Bitch, give me that cookie, I'm crumblin' (Crumblin') Uh-uh, you was lovin' that ho (Lovin' that ho) The way that go I never ever know Rollin' up Ps, cappin' that O Get sparked from the heat, that was definite though You can try to run but you catchin' them though Wanna fuck in these mouth like I'm M&Ms though It's a hit-and-run, hit the ambulance, ho Ice in my cup, December 24 Smoke get me higher than the airfield though Mama told me, "Never ever fear" though .45 bigger than a elephant though Go to court smellin' like I sell elbows Ha-ha, you was poppin' that shit (Poppin' that shit) Let the window down, start poppin' them sticks Ha-ha, you was not with that shit (Not with that shit) You don't even know what come with that shit (With that shit, hey) You better run, run, run up the blue bummers (Bummers) The bitch with me all in my arms, yeah (My arms, yeah) After that I sent her home and I don't care (What?) We want all the smoke, we got mob fare (Mob fare) Poppin' a pill still (Huh, still, yeah) Shawty on the block with me wearin' Chanel (Bang) Too much dope in here, I can't smell, smell (Too much dope) Too many guns in here, I can't tattletale (Tattletale, tattletale) Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (I can't tattletale) Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (Tattletale) Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (Tattletale) Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (What? Hold up, what? What?) Uh-uh (What?) Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (Skrrt-skrrt) (La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la) Uh-uh (Skrrt, hold up) Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (What? Hol' up)

gargoyle

No What lil' shawty, what lil' shawty say Bitch, pop for 'em Racks (racks), hey There's a lot of money comin' round What, yeah, yeah Real diamonds Yeah You dig? I'm a gargoyle (word) Got 'em hard boiled (boiled) Where this popcorn? (Pop) I'm on top floors (hey) Bitch, I'm country (top, top, top) I mean Tom Sawyer Black on black mirror (yeah) That is charcoal That's the damn Fanta In the damn sauna (sauna) She's a lawn mower I just John Doe'd her (yo) I'm a leaf blower Corral reef goer (goer) Where them bad bitches? (Yeah) Tell 'em come forth (forth) Stampin' passports (stampin') Livin' fast forward (fast, fast) Pour that Drank, don't measure (measure) Told her, dick, don't mention it Got no recollection Keep that bread like breadsticks (bread) Drop them bags, I'm rushin' I'm fucked up from pushin' (yo) Bring your sister with you Please don't take no pictures (bitch) Why my diamonds dancin'? (Huh) Michael Jackson, Thriller Thr-thr-through the dashboard (skrrt) I paid cash for it (racks) Your bitch asked for it (your bitch) You brought her back boy (back) Drop-rop-droppin' the top of my coupe (skrrt) I make a lick for the roof (huh) Fuck her, but you call her boo Not one watch on, got two (got two) I work hard for it Make a movie, get your popcorn Whippin' babies like a newborn (whip) Countin' them racks so I'm up in the morning (rich) I'm a gargoyle (word) Got 'em hard boiled Where this popcorn? (Pop) I'm on top floors (hey) Bitch, I'm country (top) I mean Tom Sawyer Black on black mirror (woo, woo, woo) That is charcoal (Offset) My coupe a gargoyle Choppa got a knife like a samurai sword (ah) 25 thots on the yacht, all aboard (thots) Runnin' at the charts, get the bag on fours (run it up) We 'bout the knot, fuck, get out the spot (spot) We 'bout to fight, duck, pussy nigga die (duck) You bombaclat, talk a lot, get shot (shot) White Lamborghini, Molly Rock, oh my (hey) Hoppin' in my Bentley, give me top, why not? (Why not?) Yeah, we got them sticks, they chop (chopsticks) Huddle up, we 'bout to go and blitz the opps (blitz) Plain, two fifths on a watch (plain) Get my spot (get it) Niggas can't get my spot (no, brrr) Birds gon' flock (brrr) I just had surgery on the lot (surgery) White like Andy Milonakis (white, white) Deuce deuce tucked in my crotch (deuce deuce) Stitch right there in the couch, ooh (right there) Pushed down a bando house (hey) Don't step down like a mouse, ooh (steppin' on it) I got more water than a cloud (water) Invite your daughter to the house (daughter) I'ma get in there, put the bitch out (get out, hey) I'm a gargoyle (word) Got 'em hard boiled Where this popcorn? (Pop) I'm on top floors (hey) Bitch, I'm country (top) I mean Tom Sawyer Black on black mirror (yeah) That is charcoal I'm a gargoyle (word) Got 'em hard boiled Where this popcorn? (Pop) I'm on top floors (hey) Bitch, I'm country (top) I mean Tom Sawyer Black on black mirror (yeah) That is charcoal

purgatory

Afterlife deserved Is it really real anyway? Wish I could find a better way That I would lay me down And give my life to you There's nothing left to do The inner story, the purgatory What does it all mean? The Good Book says and I don't really think they be wolfin' and if you already get tooken I shook those fears, and I don't really believe and I should, and now the book got me lookin' Seem like some all types of hopes, folks, copes and what they lovin' the most (the most) I had the weirdest dreams and guttural screams and demons were seen from coast to coast (Breathe) for the last time, sniff as if you deserve it (Believe) if you don't know by now, you just made it real permanent (Sleep) inside the golden gate, somewhere everyone hates you (Please) ain't no savin', no face or nowhere to escape to Eyes is wide shut but I gotta go visit The automatism, the vision inside of my gut Life is like "what?!", whatever you make it Don't waste it 'fore your time is up till the peace of you That you can see knee deep, tryna sweep 'em Keep 'em from peepin' you And when the streetsweep keep Sinkin' 'em, ain't nobody speak of you And that's purgatory! Afterlife deserved Is it really real anyway? Wish I could find a better way That I would lay me down And give my life to you There's nothing left to do The inner story, the purgatory What does it all mean? Imagine a place that is darker than anything That you have ever seen The Earth is infected with evil in people There is no vaccine Baptized in blood, it's too late for repentance The rapture is here Surrounded by flames and the smoke through the portal The devil appears Screams can be heard at the Valley of Death As the torture begins The judgment is poured on behalf of our Lord We shall pay for our sins Nothing to do but to suffer, eternity Screaming in pain Tortured by demons and minions from hell As they're praising his name Please God, help me understand this plan From this planet of madness I try to walk the right path in this world inhabited by savage malice I take a look inside but what I find behind my eyes is eternal sadness I'm begging for forgiveness, Father, I don't wanna perish Let me rise from the ashes Afterlife deserved Is it really real anyway? Wish I could find a better way That I would lay me down And give my life to you There's nothing left to do The inner story, the purgatory What does it all mean? You cannot even see a movie Without the thought of a killer comin' to get you with the uzi And you don't even know the killer but he hit you with the tooley And murdered many more, the motive made is the man is moody And who is the one to shoot him? He is, indeed his Mother should've murdered him as a fetus and beat his Ass with his cleated Adidas Jillian and Mayci are deleted now we live defeated! Crooked cops is puttin' niggas in boxes I watch this on the telly, every day a synopsis Double cross this, really silly to pop quick And not get caught with the prejudice for the chocolate Caustic, burnin' so many right as the Glock spit or talked then he lost it STOP IT! All I was yellin' till last cough it was chalk shit no hospice! The homeless, the onus is on us Get blown up by the enemy and damn, it hurts A stronger aroma of grown guts Then bone dust, for infinity we damned at birth, handed dirt A natural disaster, kill 'em all in the churches The man at work? But is the one working God or Satan? Awakened in purgatory, people, welcome to planet Earth! Afterlife deserved Is it really real anyway? Wish I could find a better way That I would lay me down And give my life to you There's nothing left to do The inner story, the purgatory What does it all mean? *scratching*

mansa musa

Back on my bullshit I got some money to blow, I'm lookin' good, bitch Even as the king, I stay hood rich Mansa Musa, gold jewelry Ooh, what'chu talkin' 'bout? Shit, gold toothpicks Every day is Christmas, Santa got his roof missin' All they do throw shots at the king, it's foolish It's Mansa Musa, power, move, bitch! Uh, my money, money Pocket so dummy That mean my money so sick, I might just cough up a hunnid Rich gyal in me own time zone, fuck whoever Shit, you gotta love me Now if you owe me mine, better run it A hunnid miles and runnin', yeah, I'm comin', still gunnin' Shit that we be on, you could hate it or love it And if I said it, then I meant it, muh fucker, who want it? Now I've been on some different shit lately Like I need to dumb it down for this hip hop scene Like I only come around for this type shit here If I have to bust around, it's on the hits, my dear Now what we gwan do with all these hits over here? Go up in smoke when I disappear, reappear Hah, I'm just bein' sincere Boss shit, how we do it? Crack music, top tier, nigga Shut it down, my nigga, chill We could see right through that bullshit, you pussy, nigga, we could tell Better believe my product sell Made a billion off my bullshit and did it, nigga, high as hell Overachiever, nigga, I excel If my name is on this muh fucker, better believe the stock's up Professional winners around us Gotta fly, leave the buildin', levitatin' on you mother fucks Back on my bullshit I got some money to blow, I'm lookin' good, bitch Even as the king, I stay hood rich Mansa Musa, gold jewelry Ooh, what'chu talkin' 'bout? Shit, gold toothpicks Every day is Christmas, Santa got his roof missin' All they do throw shots at the king, it's foolish It's Mansa Musa, power, move, bitch! Mummy wrap, double back, gimmie that Real rich niggas never advertise that Broke niggas always playin' rich, puttin' on an act Whoa, nigga, when your money grow, maybe we could chat But in the meantime, I remain streamlined Stackin' my ends if ever my money decline I double my wins, now look how my whole team shine Hell no, blow out my dough, I'm tryna keep mine Nigga, fuck that snow up your nose, it's fuckin' ski time Ho-ho, call up the hoes, it's shoppin' spree time Don't nobody roll in a Rolls Royce where we from So I'm goin' stupid as soon as I get a lil' sum Dumb, they should have never gave you niggas money! Hey, watch your mouth boy You don't ball, boy You don' maxin' out credit cards, boy I'ma cash cow, you a hog wart Tell you anything, you would fall for it Get the piece, you don't really want war Why the mean mug? That's uncalled for Now I'm back on my bullshit I got some money to blow, I'm lookin' good, bitch Even as the king, I stay hood rich Mansa Musa, gold jewelry Ooh, what'chu talkin' 'bout? Shit, gold toothpicks Every day is Christmas, Santa got his roof missin' All they do throw shots at the king, it's foolish It's Mansa Musa, power, move, bitch!

lottery

Yeah, yeah Don't shut me out Stop shuttin' down Just let me know Everythin' you been thinkin' 'bout I can't read your mind But I could read between the lines But your attitude And everythin' addin' to it Ooh, it's clear, I can see That you got a beef Sayin' that's not with me But ooh, don't know what I believe All honesty It's like playin' the lottery with you Let's not leave divided Come stand right beside me Promise not to leave me out Said you know where to find me This is somethin' we should figure out Before we leave the lobby Baby, let's not fight in Vegas, face it I know we wasted, yeah, yeah Baby, let's not fight in Vegas We do this every single time and then we make up Soon as we make love Let's not fight in Vegas Sorry if I'm faded But we on vacation And I ain't had no time off in motherfuckin' ages You got your gown and I'm sauced up I'm just tryna hit the tables Girl, and boss up Ooh, it's clear, I can see That you got a beef Sayin' that's not with me But ooh, don't know what I believe All honesty It's like playin' the lottery with you Let's not leave divided Come stand right beside me Promise not to leave me out Said you know where to find me This is somethin' we should figure out Before we leave the lobby Baby, let's not fight in Vegas, face it I know we wasted, yeah, yeah Baby, let's not fight in Vegas We do this every single time and then we make up Soon as we make love Let's not fight in Vegas Let's not Baby, let's not fight in Vegas, face it I know we wasted Baby, let's not fight in Vegas Let's not fight in Vegas, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah

playboy

Uhh, I got a pornstar's tenacity Fuck her like it's ten of me, I've been a nasty nigga Nigga, I got a dope boy's tenacity Cocky like I got ten ki’s and they harassing me Woo, super freak in my passenger She a superstar and got it bad for me If I hang up, she call right back to me You cut her legs off, she crawl right back to me Uh, addicted like crack to my tenacity I made a path for all my savages, I'm business savy, see It must be March 'cause y'all mad at me It's March Madness and I ball like Kansas City You against me and the city You know how many pretty bitches drove me to liquor stores For condoms and sour liquor straws I get 'em hot Cheetos just to see her lick her fingers Your boy been had a playboy's tenacity Fuck her like it's ten of me, I've been a nasty nigga Nigga, I got a dope boy's tenacity Cocky like I got ten ki’s and they harassing me Woo, super freak in my passenger She a superstar and got it bad for me If I hang up, she call right back to me You cut her legs off, she crawl right back to me Actually, she really crawl Lift my balls and lick the whole sack for me Playboy tenacity, umbrellas in my Daiquiri If I ain't poppin', why the paparazzi flashin' me? Can you answer me? I call it playboy's tenacity Yeah, that's what it is, that's what it has to be Yeah, look how I live, this how it had to be (hahh) I want it now more than ever More money, more problems but the money make it better I ain't tryna fuck and that just fucked her head up I'm sick, what's the diagnosis? That's why I wrote this You know bitch I got a playboy's tenacity Fuck her like it's ten of me, I've been a nasty nigga Nigga, I got a dope boy's tenacity Cocky like I got ten ki’s and they harassing me All units, all stations, this is officer 4112 LAPD Currently in pursuit of a yellow Ferrari 4-8-8 Possible drug trafficking suspect Racing wing on the GT4 I'm finna drive this motherfucker to the ocean floor Cold world, long nights with my old girl If I put a baby in her, hope she don't abort I found Atlantis in Atlanta at a strip club Body was the palace, or maybe it was Venice Excuse me if I'm scattered, but switching all these timezones Really leave your mind gone if you don't mind me asking Can you put your hands on your hips? Baby dip, dip, dip Put your shoes on the bed, she my whip, I'ma trip Windows got tint so you can wear whatever you like And less is more, the funny thing about life Is that the clock keep tickin', so let's have a good time And time is of the essence, you should get undressed and that's fine And do whatever you could think to take the stress off your mind And if you need it, well, believe it, you could do it all night, alright

my speakers

Ace knocking my speakers(x3) Ace knocking my speakers(x12) Okay I'm still spitting that ether Real shit on your speakers No top on that Beamer Diagnosed with Leukemia I'm that young nigga who don't pay Old school on duece treys Real nigga no fool gaze Shoot clips like P Swayze Young boy, he swagged out Diamonds on me, they stand out Big money, don't do drought Fuck her she don't use mouth Ace Hood in your speakers A lot of ya'll my sequel Walk a mile in my sneakers But a nigga won't reside in my features I'll be okay flyest nigga on your runway No kids allowed we on that gun play And sweep put it on my mama I'm a dog when it come to them commas You play you lay wit my nigga rose Okay now money of them bitches Hopping up out of that new Bentley Strapped up like Yosemite Gotta keep that from my enemies This smoke fool no chimney That getting money my remedy You's a family guy you to giggity That hating shit it waste energy Nigga I'm riding round and I'm getting it That Mossberg in dickies My jury called me 250 I'mma talk a bitch out her vickies Boy I can knock my speakers That stealing flows from their teacher Ain't rock around with no skeezer That's straight droppin this speaker I'mma let my nigga rosay teach em Anybody want problems see me 20 grand won't do no freebies I'm rated R and you PG You sweet homie like kiwi Your money small lie a tepee We headline TMZ Out the bed I've been born a G

signs

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah Champagne with breakfast while I'm yawning You can't drink all day if you don't start in the morning Lord forgive me, I can't take things slowly (Slow) I'm gone on them once I get going (Gone on them, oh, gone on them) She tryna take it all off for me Tryna stay real close to me (Close) I gotta catch myself I can't play myself, I need to take it Easy, easy, easy, easy Easy, easy, easy, easy Railiza, you need a... money and visa And you get what you want, always from me I can't say "No" when you say "Please," I can't say "No" Howisha, you need a... baby with me, uh And I'm takin' my time, just wait, don't leave I can't say "No" when you say "Please," I can't say "No" You wanna drink like Bajan and dance like Trini, yeah You want a supermodel pose like mi real friend Winnie (Like mi real friend) Yeah, vacation is done but I'm not finished, no Champagne with breakfast while I'm yawning You can't drink all day if you don't start in the morning Lord forgive me, I can't take things slowly (Slow) I'm gone on them once I get going (Gone on them, gone on them, gone on them) She tryna take it all off for me (Close) Tryna stay real close to me I gotta catch myself I can't play myself, I need to take it Easy, easy, easy, easy Easy, easy, easy, easy I stay to myself, I'll explain myself, I can't play myself Oh, first night, holy night, five in the morning, yeah-yeah (Yeah) And it feels like you're mine, signs of the times, oh, what a time Playin' it right, playin' it perfect Laughin' it off, but I know you're hurtin' Signs of the times, I say all the time Taking my time, just gets harder to find it But you're playin' it right, you're playin' me perfect She tryna take it all off for me Tryna stay real close to me I gotta catch myself I can't play myself, I need to take it Easy, easy, easy, easy Easy, easy, easy, easy I bet I never disrespect you, darlin' I bet you pardon me, darlin'

im so sorry

ONLY A SNIPPET, NOT FULL SONG Gettin' money is the hobby I'm so sorry Gettin' money is the hobby I'm so sorry I'm so sorry Got a bad bitch running through the lobby I'm so sorry X8 Gettin' money is the hobby I'm so sorry I'm so sorry Got a bad bitch running through the lobby I'm so sorry X8 Gettin' money is the hobby I'm so sorry I'm so sorry Got a bad bitch running through the lobby I'm so sorry Uh, pockets all fat like Terio Cus we sellin' O's like cheerios Off the rope on your ho Rey Mysterio Let the beat build bitch now here we go Hol' up, it ain’t even drop yet But I'm ridin' in the coupe with the top back Got that slidin' round with the seat dropped back Gettin' head till I tell the ho to stop that Catch me club lib with a 34 Naw you ain't ready though Hoes tryin to hit the bank like set it off Spit crack while eyes already raw Rock ready, ready rock ho let it pause Nigga you don't ever ball Ho changed for the money like menopause So what I do treat the ho like Santa Clause Hey ho, Meek Milly got gifts for a I heard homie got this for ya They got that so I'ma give the dick to ya And if you do it good I'ma give a tip to ya Drip to ya bust it open on the eyelid You clocked out right around the time I signed in Now shorty wanna kick it like Chi Lin Cus I pull strings like a violin I used to pray to get a hundred grand Now it's cartiers for the rubber bands And that uzi sounded just like Did I, did I, did I, did I stutter fam Bad bitch lookin' like J-Lo And she gone do whatever I say so

broken wings

Baby, don't understand Why we can't just hold on to each others hands Take these broken wings And learn to fly again Learn to live so free When we hear The voices sing The book of love Will open up and let us in The voices ain't leave yet, they just getting they feet wet Eyes red, I'm up, ain't been to sleep yet Damn near two days, ain't even eat yet If you don't wanna bounce, 'least take a little recess And still I'm faced with the bullshit Feeling like Willy D, Scarface and Bushwick Dog, just when I gather its dead I gotta knock on wood like Hank Gather's head When I make small steps toward making it global My tight knit circle turns into a oval Filled with motherfuckas just pretending they know you These snakes in the grass'll do whatever to coax you Since they wanna hem you quick, I walk around like a Ginsu's tip And that's just to get a mental grip You don't feel what the pencil scripts Then 8 times outta 10, you ain't been through shit When you hear Joe you hear the conviction and diction That open emotion, devotion is different Real talk of when he ain't have a pot to piss in He ain't have a car not one rock to glisten I'm giving 'em non-fiction, conning his addictions Ya'll got the easy job: just listen I do it for my folk and those of another pigment A little food for thought, you feeling malnutrition But you don't hear a peep outta me About the black face going on and the sheep leading sheep It's deep, so I try to stay grounded like dad Must be in City Island, I'm surrounded by crabs Was once tight, grew apart for dollars Was on the same panel, now we Star and Barbara 2 different views, 2 different lifestyles I think along the way one of us got confused Look, you a hustla, still attracted to the scene Still doing shit I gave up at 16 You won't get a job, believing your own lies You rationalize by saying you pursing your dreams You damn near 30, nigga, you ain't got cream Can't take care of you when you worried 'bout your team My dude, want a hand out, wait in line But the clock's still ticking, man, you playing with time It's so sweet Thought I was fucked up with no shoes 'til I met me a nigga with no feet Tried to help niggas, some niggas I couldn't That's my mom in me, I love niggas I shouldn't Dudes wanna shoot 'em 'til he nailed Some wanna threaten me, ruin my health Let me teach you a little something 'bout depression Ain't shit you could do to me I ain't already thought about doing to myself I'm the voice for the youth that's living with no reason Fuck record sales, I give 'em something to believe in If your day starts in that broken home Though we never met, 'least they feel like they not alone Like I was back when I was trying to find dip The tsunami came through my hood in '96 And tried to murder dog, I took a little dive Then I got on my surfing board and kept sliding Feel like A-Rod, some say his time's up Boo a nigga at home, yup, I'm in my prime But He by far the best player on the team And then turn around, drop 'em to the bottom of the lineup Should get traded, but he don't wanna move Cause this the only city he got something to prove And that's why I'm seen with heaters Cause you can't be the man when you on the same team as Jeter, ya dig It's like the game ain't getting suitable Making me so sick I need Chicken Noodle Soup Rappers 'Fly High', then got suicidal Imitate Jim Jones, end up like Cory Lidle I married hip hop, ignored what some was telling me I started hearing rumors of infidelity I ain't divorce 'er All the other dudes is so whack that I ain't even feel a little jealousy

case closed

I come from nothin', dick I just want some money, you heard me? I been up a week and a half for this shit, mane I get bored fast (Cito) Been up a week and a half, sleepin’ impaired Still tryna get a sack People upsettin' me bad, can't let it pass Still tryna get him smashed Keepin’ it positive, while on the internet, laugh Deep down, I wanna flash (Fuck him) Already ran through a bunch of bands (I did) Too far in, no turnin' back (Gotta have it) Askin' my killers what's takin' so long I don't remember this takin' so long (Too long) Whole lot of tryin', can’t take it no more Already knowin’ what need to be done He used to tell me he loved me but turned to a hater But that was like ages ago (More like years) I want his face on the explore page of the Insta But I want the case to be closed What you know about standin' in kitchens? Weighin’ food on a digital digit Dropped the fast lane, up in a blunder Hit it with the yeah, turn on the blender Hit the bitch again, spray it with vinegar Drop it in the vice, then reassemble it Do a pass-off, then we distribute it Lil' boy, stand in the back of the line I see your face again, you better be buyin' (What you want?) Big general, I'm so sick and tired Of leavin’ my children I'm really supplyin' Goin' to jail and jumpin' a bond Catchin' them charges, then facin' time When you keep it solid then pressure applied Can't do no snitchin', but I was just mentionin' this In case you felt like you had got tired Been up a week and a half, sleepin' impaired Still tryna get a sack People upsettin' me bad, can't let it pass Still tryna get him smashed Keepin' it positive, while on the internet, laugh Deep down, I wanna flash (Fuck him) Already ran through a bunch of bands (I did) Too far in, no turnin' back (Gotta have it) Askin' my killers what's takin' so long I don't remember this takin' so long (Too long) Whole lot of tryin', can't take it no more Already knowin' what need to be done He used to tell me he loved me but turned to a hater But that was like ages ago (More like years) I want his face on the explore page of the Insta But I want the case to be closed What you know about standin' in kitchens? Weighin' pale on a digital digit Fishscale, let it drop in the pot With a lil' bit of soda to go 'head and hit it I'm usin' the same water from the boil Drop in the Pyrex, stand on the business What you know about physical fitness? Jumpin' out the gym like it's a gymnist Cool the water off, then let it stiffen Paper towel, let it dry in a minute What the business is? Really ridiculous In the matchbox, pull up and get it Put the lil', put the lil' bitch in a smoke mask Two heads with a toe tag The other really was the intended target But that's how it go when it go bad Jumpin' out with a book sack Full of book, strapped with a Glock 40 Broke nigga, get your eyes off me 'Member back when we was pack noodles Gettin' packs off, rockin' Bob Barker Crack spot, holdin' crack in your ass Want a gram, but he died for it Your homeboy with the side talkin' He passed by and rolled the window down Let him pass back, I'll blow the window out Pass mine, rolled the window down Fuck it, pass back, I'll blow the window out Been up a week and a half, sleepin' impaired Still tryna get a sack People upsettin' me bad, can't let it pass Still tryna get him smashed Keepin' it positive, while on the internet, laugh Deep down, I wanna flash (Fuck him) Already ran through a bunch of bands (I did) Too far in, no turnin' back (Gotta have it) Askin' my killers what's takin' so long I don't remember this takin' so long (Too long) Whole lot of tryin', can't take it no more Already knowin' what need to be done He used to tell me he loved me but turned to a hater But that was like ages ago (More like years) I want his face on the explore page of the Insta But I want the case to be closed (Case to be closed) Case to be closed

95 tip

This right here, homie This that first take shit, you know what I’m saying? For my real heads All my real hip hop motherfuckers, they know they're Roots shit You know what I mean? So we gon' get it like this Let that beat drop, Psychological I spit fifties and shit hundreds Do shit that's undid Spontaneously combust in these bitches guts I get 'em wet, no need to touch Break their back like Dutches Keep 'em close like the toast I clutch Never the less I'm never depressed I keep feelings suppressed One of the best but need to listen if I'ma progress I'm ready to live, I'm ready to die, I'm ready to ride for rap I said it on a record, now I can't take it back Stop, I shut it down like a bloodclot Smoke MCs, like a fuckin bumbaclot Mic check, I come to catch wreck Death before dishonor so I'm coming for your neck I pop MCs like Hymens Y'all glass posing in studs but I'm a diamond Now recon, you need to listen I'm never dissin' Unless your shit is wack, I'll beat you into submission Catch me fishin' 'Cause I'm eating for a lifetime Wisdom in my mind, I'm a star watch me shine Fucking your bitch from behind, record it and hit rewind I'm nasty, construct rhymes like rhinoplasty A hip-hop statue Rhymes coming at you, God bless you When I kick wisdom it never stress you or test you Unless you a dumb ass motherfucker (Psychological) Yeah, no want no more Fuck it, ayo Said this is mathematic tactics Murder this rap shit Intravenously inject my prophylactics Inhale my words like a fresh batch of Vicks Similar to black ice 'cause the flow so slick What's up, rappers hear the rhyme they slit they wrists up Do a whole 'lotta talking, no rapping like fisticuffs Ah, yeah, (Turn my headphones up) That's all you sayin' but I'm sprayin' and I can't get enough Raw, rugged and rough My alter ego, Mr. Tough I'll call your bluff Face to face never snuff I murder you with predicate poetic balletic shit No mercy 'cause if I grip the mic they might curse me Da Vinci flow, when I grip the mic I’m in control Before I manifested tendons I was rhyming as a embryo Living in vertigo, half of these fuckers don't know Yeah, all day. Drop tracks like that, all nuts in. Maryland stand up, that's it. I'm out, peace, one love. Fuck if you doubt me (You are watching a master at work) Todd? Todd? Would you care for a glass of grape juice? I said, what? Nigga, what the fuck is juice? I want some grape drink, baby

rainman

To tylko pięć miejsc w furze Muszę kupić lepsze Dawaj sześć zer, G Klasę albo Bentley (Bentley), woo Nie mam czasu na twe brednie Mam tylko pięć miejsc w furze Muszę kupić lepsze Dawaj sześć zer, G Klasę albo Bentley Świecę jak diament Jednym słowem jak zaklęcie Nie mam czasu na twe brednie Mam tylko pięć miejsc w furze Muszę kupić lepsze Dawaj sześć zer, G Klasę albo Bentley Świecę jak diament Jednym słowem jak zaklęcie Mów mi Rainman Nie mam czasu na twe brednie Mam tylko pięć miejsc w furze Muszę kupić lepsze Dawaj sześć zer, G Klasę albo Bentley Świecę jak diament Jednym słowem jak zaklęcie Mów mi Rainman Jestem jak Stevie Wonder, ej Mam ten styl, no popatrz, ej Jakbym grał na kodach, ej W GTA na blokach, bang Tutaj wszyscy spięci, zapętleni, zajęci Smutni, od życia zjedli zęby Niech im się poszczęści I gdziekolwiek się pokażę, tam jest dobry mood Leci forsa z nieba, łap ją jak jebany Bóg Lecę sobie tu z ziomalem Odjebałem w chuj Wszystkie sprawy to z Mekalem Kurwo, daj na luz Wypij, posyp, trochę kody Błędy, prochy długich nocy Łapię ją za dupę, włosy Szarpię czule, nie mam dosyć Wypij, posyp, trochę kody Błędy, prochy długich nocy Łapię ją za dupę, włosy Szarpię czule, nie mam dosyć Nie mam czasu na twe brednie Mam tylko pięć miejsc w furze Muszę kupić lepsze Dawaj sześć zer, G Klasę albo Bentley Świecę jak diament Jednym słowem jak zaklęcie Mów mi Rainman Nie mam czasu na twe brednie Mam tylko pięć miejsc w furze Muszę kupić lepsze Dawaj sześć zer, G Klasę albo Bentley Świecę jak diament Jednym słowem jak zaklęcie Mów mi Rainman Mówią mi Rainman z klasą jak Bentley Jadę po więcej, biorę co moje i znikam jak Pepe To moje raindance, buduję fanbase, podcina barber Wrzuciłem najnowsze trendy na mapę Blazy, blazy, blazy, blazy Nie ogarniesz naszej fazy Szybka jazda, zapnij pasy Ja na kodzie dwójki barsy Super towar, szybkie hajsy Nie jestem głupi, nie całuję groupies P-E-M musi wyjebać jak uzi Niedobre dupy są bad and boujee Wszędzie widzę paper, liczę, liczę paper Błyszczę znów jak Diamond, liczę to jak Raymond z Rain Man Wszystko jest tu majmą, I know paper, babe Liczę, liczę papier Widzę, widzę, widzę papier wszędzie Ciągle paper view, sypie rain'em stów Żebyś to zobaczyć mógł, to typie ty mi pay per view Raczej mi nie przejdzie już Byłem zaklinaczem deszczu, lecz już jestem władcą burz Wchodzi Jaco, płacą mu, sypie kasą bardzo tu A co mam się z tym pierdolić, zero parasoli mood Zrobić kasę, rozpierdolić, ciągle ruch, a stoi fiut Sorry muszę hajs zarobić, Olek już mi dzwoni tu NWJ! Nie mam czasu na twe brednie Mam tylko pięć miejsc w furze Muszę kupić lepsze Dawaj sześć zer, G Klasę albo Bentley Świecę jak diament Jednym słowem jak zaklęcie Mów mi Rainman Nie mam czasu na twe brednie Mam tylko pięć miejsc w furze Muszę kupić lepsze Dawaj sześć zer, G Klasę albo Bentley Świecę jak diament Jednym słowem jak zaklęcie Mów mi Rainman

film

I want y'all to see this like film C-Sick on production, Nas on the vocal.. let's go Lots of fog at night, red brake lights The freeway beside a restaurant Cold egg whites sat on my plate like 3 AM, this is a spot frequented by some made men I'm high on hemp A fly old pimp just walked in, his suit was shark skin He woke me up from some of the thoughts I'm lost in What fame does to niggas, change love to bitterness Friends to fiends for the audience screams, ridiculous Jumped up, paid my tab, got in my Benz and went To my old housing tenement, visit my old friends Some show love and some are envious Some got the heart of gold, some venomous At times I wanna go back to being penniless Ignorance is bliss, I love being innocent Ugh, but life's got me on the fence again And all is real so all's worth mentioning If I could press pause, or fast forward past the hardness Visions written bring words to life like I'm smitten with Memories real, still ill, now I appear crisp like film Ice on gold from mossbergs to golf clubs Ninth hole, the white rose, the life I chose Bandanna over the eye, Dior sandals Car doors rise with no touch of the handles Capiche? Caprese salad’s on beaches and islands Far from police sirens at least for a weekend Then it's back to the streets creepin I'd like to make a free toast of champagne on behalf of this nigga speaking Add a splash to the Seagrams Roll the hash for my world renowned goons this evening As I circle the table like Babe Ruth Louisville Slugger in my grip for a fake dude Bat to the brain with brute force Splatter my cream velour suit They hit me with lawsuit I slip in your whore coupe Your bitch hate you, word to Jesus Bet you never knew she toot yay and play with a gay crew OGs hate to make way for the new Young niggas want Polo ain't fucking with J Crew It's safe to say I was once young and innocent But look what I know now, is all worth mentioning I speak to the street life The executive chief types The felons, young mothers with kids they trying to feed right The botega wearers modern day Che Guevaras Cuz I barely survived crazy eras Honest, always make good on my promise I don't talk it I do it you can hold me to it I was born to this life I didn't invent it But I'd be wrong not to take a few meal tickets You and I are real different, we don't share the same beliefs Fight in the ring or buy ringside seats Either you like beef, or you like to spectate Give me gloves, and I'mma do it how the refs say We touch em and we come out tussling The ghetto is my garden of eden So I keep bobbin' and weavin' It's intense so I'm hardly breathing KO, and the winner is Nas, that's how the scene ends

time machine

In my time machine, yea I ride, clean Marinate the scene with my high beams Candy coated dreams, whenever I, lean Take me far and far, this ain’t just my car This my time machine (take me way back) This my time machine (take me way back) This my time machine (take me way back) Take me far and far, this ain’t just my car This my time machine Take me way back Scarface in our tapedeck Ridin’ with my poppa, rockin’ a starter and some gray sweats Gave me game as we roll down the 8th street "Niggas out here flexin’, don’t be stressing what you can’t be And don’t be vouchin’, don’t believe in what you can’t see Unless it's God, dont be borrowin’ cause ain’t shit free You got your family and your friends when you need relief There’ll come a time when I can’t be there when you need me He lean’t my seat back (way, way back) When it come to music yea you need that (way, way back) Forever in the cut where you be at (way, way back) Forgive and forget, your anger leave that (way, way back) Don’t be wasting time, Cause time is all you have Don’t be chasing hoes, Boy go chase this cash I can’t say no mo’, you’ll learn it on your own" I couldn’t understand it then But do now that I’m grown Take me way back, fitted with a wave cap Brushing in the hallway trying to keep these waves flat Broads come and go rarely would they fuck with me My brother was a player I was favored off up in these streets Learning who’s paying dudes made myself a name Laughing at these cape crusader’s savors ’cause these niggas lame Hand cuffin’, claim they lovin’ on a freaky thang She a bopper I got partnas that done ran a train We play the game (way, way back) Even as a youngster knew I’d be a king (way, way back) Told them non-believers I would never change (way, way back) Mississippi is where Im from and that the shit I claim (way, way back) It’s funny how they flock when they heard you got that knot Wouldn’t bust it open now they dying to set it, out Down to hit my couch, get off in their mind Like Im a fall in love, Take ‘em back in time Uh, Uh Hold up I just wanna say what's up to the women they discuss Ain't no rust, you can never say it's lust This the only dame I trust, Ain't it plush You can see the painted struts Got the naked lady just painted up This ain't no Mercedes cause, bet it make your baby blush Coats of candy got 'em saying I'm, delicious Every woman on her knees that's looking up, is not religious And I feel like Master P had me not taking minor digits If you ain't about this life then close your pipe and mind your, business Screw taught us stay authentic and they gon' love your jams Watts taught us Keep on mashin' and we gon' run the land J prince and Drake are the reasons you had to become a fan And the only way we ain't gon' win is when we under planned Throw a prayer up for Japan, I swear the daily news be having me trippin' Everybody that got a cross hanging off they neck is not a Christian When the police pull you over they'll say you fit the, description Bun B that's our O.G., R.I.P Pimp C feel like I'm with him When I'm in my time machine

just chill

got a haircut Mu in this bitch, Scoob in this bitch with me So much shit on my mind, I just hope I don't smell like it The motherfuckers pointing fingers Be the same ones that have nail bitin' Real niggas, still real niggas, you new niggas, just lil' niggas When ya shit fall, don't be surprised Acting like you didn't hear timber I'm caffeinated, I'm half-sedated I started from the bottom, I gravitated I'm validated, I'm a trigger happy nigga And it's sad to say it, but I had to say it I had to do it, I had to stunt, act like I had what I had for once With all of my thank yous added up I still can't thank Birdman enough, I woke up in a new Tyra Banks I've been gettin' money since Shabba Ranks The car I'm in brand spankin' new, it just got spanked Real niggas say rest in peace to DJ Screw Rest in peace to Pimp C too Fuck your bulletproof vest (blat) I still need proof, my nigga I hate you like mustard, I'm disgustin' I'm aiming at your chest, hit your face, I'm just rusty Cherish every step that we take, some of us clumsy Lookin' for a breath of fresh air, it's hidin' from me, fuck Mall roll it up in the leaf, weed stronger than Zangief I last longer than an antique, her pussy cummin' like a stampede She cooks, fucks and clean, the type of bitch that every man need The type of bitch that every man leave That ain't cool, and she wearin' sleeves, but chill, just chill Girl, you gotta chill, uh, I just gotta tell you how I feel, yeah Girl, you gotta chill, uh, you know that I'll always keep it real You just need to chill, oh, oh Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill) Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill) Yeah, girl, you gotta chill You could fuck all these bitches, except my bitches Yeah right, I wish, with all three wishes Man I swear she got too attached, had to cut the umbilical Man I swear I'm so armed, I feel like I got tentacles Niggas bumpin' their gums, I feel like Orajel Got 'em scratchin' their head, combin' out broken nails See I give 'em my love, but I'm an indian giver Got my ear to the streets, I hear the enemy whisper I break the bank with a sledgehammer Cellphone rings like Saturn Bitch let a nigga breathe, breathe like a dragon I hide money everywhere, that's my hidden talent One time for them gangstas, fuck that, two times for them gangstas If you got a problem, I'll fix that like, yeah nigga I'm maintenance Got a bad bitch and she anxious, bitch, you just an acquaintance I'll ask a rat, "Why be a rat?" then kill him while he explainin' Tell your foot soldiers to walk light, handful of real niggas left And if any nigga wanna step to me tell 'em hurry up and take bigger steps My bitch deep, I get in depth, that's what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout She dyed her pussy hair red, she said she had to roll the red carpet out That's real So real Yeah, you know that I'll always keep it real You just need to chill, oh, oh Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill) I just gotta tell you how I feel, yeah, girl you gotta chill Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill) Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill) Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill) Yeah, girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill Girl, you gotta chill Yeah, Tunechi Shawty is you gon' ride 'til it's over? (Ride, 'til it's over) Man we gettin' high, never sober (High, never sober) Still ridin' dirty 'til it's over (haaan, ayy, ayy, ayy)

money in the bank

Money in the bank now Money in the bank now Do doo do do do do Do do do doo do do do Yea Money in the bank now (hah) *cha ching* Money in the bank now Do doo do do do do Do do do doo do do do Locked up 'cause a nigga didn't tell Real niggas never took the deal like Chappelle Warden tripping 'cause I treat the jail like a hotel My celly tripping 'cause I got a cellie in my cell (cellie) Ringing like a telethon Like a marathon First single got me banned from America I need to call up Farrakhan When they let me through I swear it's on (ya, ya) This ain't old money this that new new (moneyyy) Imma catch you niggas when I choose to Sliding down your block just to shoot you Like do doo do do do do Yea Money in the bank now (hah) *cha ching* Money in the bank now Do doo do do do do Do do do doo do do do Bah, bah, woo, yea Give me the pack (yea) You know I'm moving dat Never turn my back I ain't with all of that I go do a hit and then start walking back (bow, bow) Don't live far away from where I dropped him at But I got a zipper where my 9 goes My lawyer and the judge are playing 9 holes (woo, woo) Got some new chains just to stun you haters Bakaveli, I want all the paper (woo, woo) This ain't old money this that new new (moneyyy) Imma catch you niggas when I choose to Sliding down your block just to shoot youuu (bow, bow) Like do doo do do do do (woo) Yea Money in the bank now (hah) *cha ching* Money in the bank now Do doo do do do do Do do do doo do do do Yea Yea Money in the bank now (hah) Money in the bank now Do doo do do do do Do do do doo do do do Woo *Beat continues*

all my life remix

The ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto The ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto Oh, haha, oh! Oh, haha, oh! Still riding through the ghetto with the metal right on side of me Kill a California nigga, palm trees and poverty East side, wild city; got my block with me Bags of that kush, big bottles, sip a lot of Henny In the ghetto with my goons and my real bitches Nothing but a B thang, show you where we bang (Nickerson!) Hurry on the grind, getting Benjamins Yeah, we either selling a pill or meds for dividends Keep heaters for the evil trying to greet us Death around the corner, you don't want to meet the reaper All we know is Blood money, we ain't never had a visa Trying to wade in that reefer, only thing that could feed us Had the ghetto with my Bloods since the days of a fetus Raised by the streets, so it's nothing you can teach us Bring the word like a preacher Jay Rock a.k.a bring the real to the people In the ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto G-ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto I comes from the bottom but now I'm on top Ain't no one stop me yo I comes from the ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto Where all of my niggas, where all of my niggas And all of my niggas will roll up in the spot And get ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto They say the boy abeast on the mic like whoa When the homies show him love? Like, everywhere he go Black rag up the back pocket, different than the 'fo West coast until I'm gone, I'm here to let you niggas know Eastwood in this motherfucker, swanging like I wanna Even if I have to push a couple rocks on the corner I posted on the corner, blowing that marijuana With a loaded .45, for haters that really want it Not just because I don't really carry contraband and guns Living that thug life, cause only homies show me love What you expect from us? All we know is the hood and drugs It was the debt on us, that's why they keep us in the slums But I was built for more and can't let the ghetto can't stop me Why go to war, when they shoot me here like paparazzi I gotta make it out cause nobody else will And momma love to see me up in XXL (Oh cool!) You niggas know wHo it is, and it's easy to see (yeaH) Number-one emcee, it ain't easy to be (naH) Twin Glock ain't sHow wHen I'm speaking the flows Get snobbisH on a bitcH, I ain't speaking to Hoes (bitcH!) Still grinding every day, stay puffing a blunt Cops are robbing (hell no!), we play Crips and Bloods Make it rain on the streets, still make it flood (ScHoolboy Q!) Yeah, roll out the rug Ab-Soul, what you gonna tell me I ain't trying to see the grave, I'm just want to get paid In full, like Ace, 'til my momma's straight And if I go to jail, tell momma I'm straight Cause I, chose this life, and now I lead it Got too rich - got two cents? Keep it Cause you might need it, more than I All My Life Remix, brought to you by: In the ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto G-ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto I comes from the bottom but now I'm on top Ain't no one stop me yo I comes from the ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto Where all of my niggas, where all of my niggas And all of my niggas will roll up in the spot And get ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto This what you doing for town, huh Rock Watts that's what it do, Watts stand up All my life, yeah I've been waiting for this No Rocka-fella had me pissed off But Mack and Stunna Man make the pain get lost Now I'm popping on the charge, like a tube of lip gloss Breaking old niggas off, like I'm hella Rick Ross Scream "New West" had everybody pounding Like I give a fuck, tell them do something about it Waited my turn, yeah feel my buzz Now it's me and Jay Rock, and all eyes on us, uh I, I, I know you coppers expect me to fail Oh well, I'm living life on the executive scale You want to do me like Sean Bell, never spend a second in jail Go to hell, I got records to sell Me and Jay Rock getting this cheese You can ask my homie Adolf, he repped them niggas and G's I'm in Long Beach, feeling the breeze Nobody graduated on my block, it's still is a million degrees I came in this game with a dollar and a dream Posted on a block, blue collar wasn't me My momma put me out, and I would step up in the streets But I ain't mad at her, cause it made me a beast I come from the era of the "Fuck The Police!" Where tinies pick you up and drop you off down the street And say I'm too street and pay bitches on these beats But they all ever seem to hear is RSC Vamos, todo mi vida en el barrio no supe mas Long Beach California, the cinos de Watts Mira como abrazo el bloke a yo Y ahora mira lo que toque, yo No más pistolas y rosas, no No más mi con fácil copas, no Aprendí si no hay pratsa nadie avanza El barrio nos hypnoto chansas y los planchas Amor a las calles, que me criaron a mi A ese que murió porque me brincaron a mi Fuiste lo mas real desde que te conocí Mucha sangre, mucha lágrimas yo lo vi El esfuerzo tatuado en mi cuerpo El mejor secreto guardado por cierto Descanso con un ojo despierto Silencio soy el águila del siento I used to Christmas shop in the dollar store And let a boy spend guap at the Prada store I gotta, thank God for my rhyming though Beause everyone in the hood trying to blow And I ain't trying to say I got it honest though, cause I was right there at that corner store I had it all - from the pills to the pot to blow I even had cream, like Rocky Road I thought getting out the hood was impossible That's all I know, I ain't that responsible So I'ma stay right here, where it's logical And I can buy this twenty-fives in popsicles All of a sudden, this rap got popping though Heard he rap, but he look so rock-n-roll Call me Ya Boy, who better? Cause I got the note If you ain't talking money, then I got to go. Bye! Pass to the streets, I done mastered rap Got the black bandana with the strap to match Got the blue bandana with the Chucks to go As I rock throwback like the huxtables Man, Carson too rich, you can head to the pack We made a name down there, and they'll vouch for that You can go ask Jeezy, or go and ask Puff Go and ask Kan, I grind for mine I got a sick swagger, short as a dagger knife I'ma send us to the beach, just for bragging rights My whip lean, my shoes clean Diamond watch, low-key, off set, mint green Doing my thing, in the fast lane man I'm Terry Wayne Kennedy, you niggas not gon front at me I've been trying to be telling you niggas that be killing me You need to stop it (You got it back, huh?) Guess who's now in the game? I got a new deal, so I bought me a chain I know it weren't smart but fuck it it's gone Marshmallow-sized rocks, got the luckiest charm Pitching for the top, like I've stuck in the office Look like new waves but I'm stuck in my house Niggas want to creep when they think that you on So the heat stay around me like I'm stuck in a stove, my Lord! In the ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto G-ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto I comes from the bottom but now I'm on top Ain't no one stop me yo I comes from the ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto Where all of my niggas, where all of my niggas And all of my niggas will roll up in the spot And get ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto (I feel you Jay) I came from a single-parent home, mom did all the dirty work Only good day is when we could hear the birdies chirp And even though I moved a little work I still suited up for a Sunday at church Then back to the block, to diss a few packs Damn, it felt good to count a few stacks This day and night though, I know it ain't right But down in the hood, man, this is our life I won't lie on y'all My only concern, is y'all don't lie on me My speech slurred, cause I'm buzzin' Jay Rock, they hatin' cause I'm buzzin', cousin And the blue rag kicking it harder But that red shit is thicker than water Both feet pivot hard on the angle Hood on the pack on, stars on the ankle In the ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto G-ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto I comes from the bottom but now I'm on top Ain't no one stop me yo I comes from the ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto Where all of my niggas, where all of my niggas And all of my niggas will roll up in the spot And get ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto Product of the block, young rider from the block Used to run on 'em niggas, spot and rob them with the Glock In the hood we the mind workers, hood like a job Got my enemies hot, cause I made a good buck We from ashy to classy, no jewels to flashing Hundred thousand dollars but still wearing khakis I'm a, I'm a hustler, I get it from my daddy I heard the ones want me, they gon' have to come and catch it Yeah, yeah I'm at the top now, haters give me props now (Props now?) From the Fronts to the George Downs I'm on fire, that means that I'm high man I'm so cocky, you wish you could be Bang You can't stop me, I live like the gutter lane Banging Lu so tight, like a bike chain You done fucked up, yelling by the poolside Yeah, I ride these socks, Adidas In the ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto G-ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto I comes from the bottom but now I'm on top Ain't no one stop me yo I comes from the ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto Where all of my niggas, where all of my niggas And all of my niggas will roll up in the spot And get ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto Listen to the pain of a real crack baby My daddy died, now he ain't coming back baby Momma be stressing, I told her I was blessed So worried for Christmas, she bought me a present My brother snort coke, my sister on dope My little nigga's driving, they tired of being broke In and out of jail, I'm living in hell! Little girl got raped, and she ain't even yell! I came from nothing, rose from the slums Now your boy Roscoe doing shows out in London Ain't that something? Your boy been hustling End of the day, can't say nothing from 'em God damn, I'm a good ass rapper Half these wack rappers is some good ass actors Seen them on TV, and be like that's gangsta But in real life, they ain't shit - they can't spit In the ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto G-ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto I comes from the bottom but now I'm on top Ain't no one stop me yo I comes from the ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto Where all of my niggas, where all of my niggas And all of my niggas will roll up in the spot And get ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto

feeling i get

(Intro) This for my fans From Atlanta to Japan Ayy... The feeling I get,The feeling I get You make me feel like the world feel bout a billion dollars You make me feel like my life ain't got no problems You make me feel like all if my dreams will come true That's why I do the things that I do The feeling I get from you The feeling i get from you The feeling i get from you (Verse 1) Charisma,demeanor my lean go my to my vocab Scribbing till you f*ck with me like moses Vvs unloaded These diamonds don't mean a thing to me In my song I don't repeat I been f*cked up inside the steets I gotta think outside the street I go hard for my n*ggas Pray to God for my n*ggas You part of me n*gga When I'm standin front the center Screaming every verse If you leaning of the syrup Or are you drinkin cold water You drink the cold water I f*ck wit you regardless We know I feel (?) We gotta feel important I go the hardest Pull lines off my song when I swear this sh*t will make you go the hardest You make me feel like the world feel bout a billion dollars You make me feel like my life ain't got no problems You make me feel like all if my dreams will come true That's why I do the things that I do The feeling I get from you The feeling i get from you The feeling i get from you](2581510) (Verse 2) Ayyy when I'm standing on stage And my song gettin played Every mention that I get I truly appreciate that chance I will take your words for granted cherish every single moment You down on my song and play it every single morning Hey girl I wish I could hug you for the rest of my life I'm gonna remember your face for the rest of my life Now I know bosses that solute me when the see me The recognize the real man that's foe my cousin Keke The feeling that I get when you f*ck with me I'm G-Key I go to L.A. Come back write a hundred songs I freestyle off the top my head like I ain't got no arms I'm a writer,know the song like I ain't wrote no songs You make me feel like the world feel bout a billion dollars You make me feel like my life ain't got no problems You make me feel like all if my dreams will come true That's why I do the things that I do The feeling I get from you The feeling i get from you The feeling i get from you](2581510) There ain't better feelin when you tremendously spend it My lil kids whatever they want I go get it Sacrificing quality time take em out to every single.moment every second of the day I see your face and paper chase it Every second any day i f*ck with you the strong way Chi town M town cashville dtake Solute to you Solute the troops St. Louis tell me what would I do without you You notice me like Chuck off of (?) You f*ck with me on the west coast Just like Esco True life my n*gga for real L E S O Rapping and trapping we ain't never played the radio I'm on the phone with Ty and the fed we on the (?) You make me feel like the world feel bout a billion dollars You make me feel like my life ain't got no problems You make me feel like all if my dreams will come true That's why I do the things that I do The feeling I get from you The feeling i get from you The feeling i get from you](2581510)

you got the dirtee love

Everybody wants to be famous Nobody wants to be nameless, aimless People act shameless, tryna live like entertainers Want a fat crib with the acres So they spend money that they ain’t made yet Got a Benz on tik that they ain’t paid yet Spend their pay cheque in the West End on the weekend Got no money by the end of the weekend But they don’t care 'cause their life is a movie Starring Louis V, paid for by yours truly Truthfully, it’s a joke, like a bad episode of Hollyoaks Can’t keep up with the cover notes So they got bad credit, livin’ on direct debit in debt They still don’t get it 'Cause they too busy livin’ the high life, the night life Huggin’ the high when livin’ it large and they all say Sometimes it seems that the going is just too rough And things go wrong no matter what I do (That's right) Now and then it seems that life is just too much But you’ve got the love I need to see me through Check it, yo, let me take you down to London city Where the attitude’s bad and the weather is– Everybody’s on a paper chase, it’s one big rat race Everybody's got a screw face, so many two-face Checkin' their high just like they're ready to ride I’m on the inside looking at the– So it’s an accurate reflection City wide, north, east, west and the south side Everywhere, I go there’s a goon on the corner Guns and drugs 'cause the city’s like a sauna And it’s getting warmer, and out of order Tryna put a struggling mother to a mourner Mr. Politician, can you tell me the solution? What’s the answer? What’s the conclusion? Is it an illusion? Is it a mirage? I see youngens die because they tryna live large And they all say Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air (Put your hands up) I know I can count on all of you (That's right, that's right) Sometimes I feel like saying, “Lord I just don’t care” (Woah) But you’ve got the love I need to see me through (Check it, check it, come on, come on) You got the love (Who’s got the love?) You got the love (Who’s got the love?) You got the love (That’s right, that's right, that's right, that's right) You got the love (Who’s got the love?) You got the love (Who’s got the love?) You got the love (Check it, yo) Yo, we're living in the days of the credit crunch Give me the dough, I’m tryna have a bunch But I can't have rice for lunch It's not there, ain't enough to share It ain't fair, never dreamed that he could be rare Who cares, who dares to make a change? Everybody's in the club trying to make it rain But not for famine, just for the sake of having 15 minutes of fame and everywhere’s the same Again and again, I see the same thing Everybody acting like they their plane sailin’ But I see rough seas ahead, maybe a recession And then a depression in whatever profession This is my confession, I can’t front, I’m in the forefront Living for money, ready to start like a bungee jump With no rope, but I ain’t tryna see the bottom Because that's where I came from, I ain’t forgotten You got the love (Who’s got the love?) You got the love You got the love (That’s right, that's right, that's right, that's right, and again) You got the love (C'mon, c'mon) You got the love (Woahhhh) You got the love (Woo!) Who’s got the love? Who's got the love? Who's got the love? Come on And again, c'mon Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air I know I can count on all of you Sometimes I feel like saying, “Lord I just don’t care" But you’ve got the love I need to see me through

tony montana

Fuckin' cockroaches Muthafuckin' Freebandz Want me to be the bad guy? Wanna fuckin' play? Ya know? Come on! It's the Cartel, nigga! Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana Check up on my ends Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana I'm about to cop the Porsche Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana You leave me no choice, take 'em to Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana I take over the streets, fresh off the banana boat I come straight from the east, where niggas split your cantaloupe You tell me where you wanna meet, I'm comin' with a gang of dope My cigar full of loud, I'm laced up to the fuckin' fo' A Porsche Carrera, Panamera, 911 I do the whole dash, droppin' all cash (Woah) Gutter to the death of me, I'm stickin' to the recipe Plugged in with Colombians, I know Sosa All I got is my balls and my word, fuck the roaches Everything we do, we put Versace on the sofas The money got me geeked like I took a hit of coca My life is a movie, I gotta stay focused Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana Check up on my ears Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana I’m about to cop the Porsche Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana You leave me no choice, take em to Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana (Who you) On the hood you see the Stallion, passenger a stallion Niggas gettin' nervous, I’m passin' out the Valium I suggest you pop it, but please don’t get too sleepy Used to have them bitches twerkin' up in 400 West Peachtree Bet you those same hoes’ll see me, be like that's how you feelin'? Used to stay up at The Twelve, now you're worth like 12 million Boy, you did it, boy, you did it, you did the unexpected I say fuck the unexpected, I just did what I projected I swear young women are lost these days while older women dig me Fuckin' women that knew Biggie, so it really ain't no biggie It’s just OVO and XO, and Freebandz the committee And shout out to Toronto, bitch, I’m Tony in my city, huh Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana Check up on my ears Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana I’m about to cop the Porsche Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana You leave me no choice, take em to Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana Another shot of Quelo, she'll be comin' back to pesos When you're plugged in with Pedro, it’s hard for hoes to let go See AK’s ain't no bitch, nigga, I’ll split your tato Ain’t nothin' about me ordinary, I come with the yayo I move like a mob boss, it’s gonna take an army The world is mine, nigga, you get it if you want it You fuckin' with me, you’ll move to Alaska by the mornin' You want me to be the bad guy? Okay, it's on then Champagne spillin', crab cakes everywhere My white bitch trippin', she say I ain't playin' fair I’m about to cop a tiger, and put it in the car seat Freebandz a company, so, nigga, it don't matter, aye

into you

Baby girl (I really like) Desert Storm (yeah) I can't really explain it I'm so into you now, I want to be more than a friend of you now When they ask, I mention my baby girl in the interviews now And I don't bring the problems from the 90's into 2 thou There's no reason to have a friend or two now Cause the kid's ready to tell you how he feel in a few vow's Maybe, I'm speaking general now But girl I'mma do whatever just to keep a grin on you now Where I go, they wear bikini's in the winter too now What you think about, tan lines on the skin of you now Why wouldn't I wanna spend a few thou' On 5th Ave. shoppin' spree's, and them dinners to Chow's] I ain't concerned what other men would do now As long as when I slide up in you, you growl And any dude with you, he better be a kin of you now And I ain't jealous, it's the principle now I'm so into you I really like what you've done to me I can't really explain it I'm so into you I really like what you've done to me I can't really explain it I'm so into you Come on ma, it's more than a flashin' I woulda traded it all, in orderly fashion My villa in Florida we crashin' Just off the shore, so you can hear when water be splashin' The drop top three and a quarter we dashin' The flawless diamonds, and the border we flashin' The money, we oughta be stashin' I make sure every quarter be cashed in, I can't really explain it My friend be thinkin' I'm slippin', these girls be thinkin' I'm trippin' What kinda weed he be smokin', what type of drinks you be sippin' Sweet thing, just to think of you dippin Would have me with the blue's so hard, you would think I was crippin' Now, you relaxin' in the Benz, credit cards with no limits So you don't worry about maxin' when you spend Ever since you've been askin' 'bout the friends How'd you like it if, both our name's had Jackson on the ends, uh I really like what you've done to me I can't really explain it I'm so into you I really like what you've done to me I can't really explain it I'm so into you I don't wanna trip, but truth is Girl the way you cook a steak, remind me of those strips in Ruth Chris You love my smile, no matter how chipped my tooth is With you, it ain't because my whips is roofless Or sit on chrome dipped dub deuces And you ain't flattered by Canary envy es dipped Jesus' Other ballers look dumb when they press you, five and sixes You don't let them kinda numbers impress you Even though I was somewhat successful Bein' a player was becomin' too stressful But every since, the superwoman has come to my rescue My winter's been wonderful, my summer's been special Let's fly to St. Bart, while the villa be painted Just so we can get really acquainted The love is real, there's no way it could feel like it's tainted But I can't really explain it, uh, yeah I really like what you've done to me I can't really explain it I'm so into you I really like what you've done to me I can't really explain it I'm so into you I really like what you've done to me I can't really explain it I'm so into you I really like what you've done to me I can't really explain it I'm so into you Ohhhh, no no no no no nooooo Oooohhhh no no So into you

hustlers

Dre, he a Compton-Compton OG Nas, he a QB-QB true G Do the history Way before The Firm, like back in the day Nas was the first New York nigga rappin' with Dre So of course I got a track to bring it back to your face The one kid that would've been Aftermath that got away But we still get together, like, every several years To sprinkle a little bit of Heaven for your ears Relax, sippin' Cliquot in Rio, stupid fuckers Low-key, no G's, but it's still Gucci luggage I love Cape Cod, and watching fly bitches with gray eyes Wrestle in a tub of KY to get my day by I like to celebrate, why? ‘Cause I can vision Collages and images of my lies with no regret to hate So every breath I take is all about the rules It's hard for you to breathe, like you at high altitude So crack the Patron, it's on heathens The God's back, hard body, Mr. Jones never leavin' Hustlers, dealers, drop-top riders Make that cake, cop two five fivers Pimps and players, platinum diamonds East to West Coast, we riders He a Compton-Compton OG (Mix that with a QB-QB true G, what you got's) A concoction of some different ghetto blocks (West Coast kill the tracks, East Coast gunshots) 1995, eleven years from today I'm in the record shop with choices to make Illmatic on the top shelf, The Chronic on the left, homie Wanna cop both but only got a 20 on me So fuck it, I stole both, spent the 20 on a dub sack Ripped the package off Illmatic and bumped that For my niggas it was too complex when Nas rhymed I was the only Compton nigga with a "New York State of Mind" Inside the dope house, bottlin' up sherm Bangin' The Firm, Dre was king then so I waited my turn Fast forward, now I'm making 'em burn Ended my peers' careers Hollered at Nas, a hard lesson was learned So I reconciled my differences like he did with Jigga I stopped beefin' with niggas, ‘cause I'm "Ether" to niggas Comb the earth 'til there's no one left If I ruled the world I summons all you weak rap niggas to death He a Compton-Compton OG (Mix that with a QB-QB true G, what you got's) A concoction of some different ghetto blocks (West Coast kill the tracks, East Coast gunshots) Hustlers, dealers, drop-top riders Make that cake, cop two five fivers Pimps and players, platinum diamonds East to West Coast, we riders Yo, the Jordans sportin', come off the dice game With a fortune walkin', you a walking coffin' The musket, I tucked it, you bluff it, I bust it You're sideways talking, so I lay often I wait patient, to duct tape hatin' Fuck ass niggas, get bucked ass niggas Pluck ashes of Cuban cigars, you foolin' with Nas That's my name and I came with Rugers this time And if I'm sane that Soul Plane movie's the bomb Word to my mom's name tattooed to my arm You can't revolve me, embalm me, calm me or harm me Rob me or dodge these bullets I'm busting See that's malarky you yappin' I open up the tripod to put the gatling on, and I start clappin' Nasty man, from bagging grams and runnin' from cops To a mil on the hand, a mil on the watch, I'm fuckin' with Doc Hustlers, dealers, drop-top riders Make that cake, cop two five fivers Pimps and players, platinum diamonds East to West Coast, we riders

lights please

Yeah, I had this little bad thing, somethin' like them tens She gave a nigga mad brain, somethin' like The Wiz But, you see, the sad thing fuckin' with her is Is the chick ain't even have brains, dummy like a bitch So I tried to show her about the world And about just who we really are And where we've come and how we still have to go really far Like, "Baby, look at how we live broke on the boulevard" But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra Then all I really want is for her to go down low Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow And all that deep shit I was previously down fo' Replaced by freak shit I am currently down fo' You see I peeped it, pussy is power That proud feelin' we get knowin' that pussy is ours And how it feels to feel that feelin' You feelin' when you be drillin' that shit Got her sayin' you be killin' that shit And all the pain the world cause, she be healin' that shit And naw, that ain't your girl, dog But you be feelin' that chick And you just wanna tell her everything she might need But in the meantime it's lights, please Lights please, lights please, turn off the lights For now, everything just seems so right And how you make the darkness seem so bright I'm feeling like things gon' be alright Lights please, lights please, turn off the lights For now, everything just seems so right And how you make the darkness seem so bright I'm feeling like things gon' be alright So now we in the hotel, mirrors on the ceilin' She say she wanna blow L's, I hear her and I'm willin' But every time I smoke, well, a nigga mind gone So that every word I spoke, well, I'm tryna put her on But she couldn't hear me I told her all about how we been livin' a lie And that they love to see us all go to prison or die Like, "Baby, look at how they show us on the TV screen" But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans Then all I really want is for her to get on top Before you know it, she workin', jerkin' it nonstop And all that next shit I was previously talkin' Is now that wet shit that I'm currently lost in And while that sweat drip, I am reminded All the times my brother told me that pussy is blindin' I'm findin', the more I grow The more y'all seem to stay the same Don't even know the rules, but yet y'all tryna play the game And ain't it shameful how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth To a baby that took two to make? Coward nigga, you a fake How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back Then go start another family? Dawg, what type of shit is that? She said it's okay, rub my head and told me to relax Laid a nigga down proper, like she was recordin' tracks Said "I know you wanna change the world But for the night, please Just reach over and hit the lights please" Lights please, lights please, turn off the lights For now, everything just seems so right And how you make the darkness seem so bright I'm feeling like things gon' be alright Lights please, lights please, turn off the lights For now, everything just seems so right And how you make the darkness seem so bright I'm feeling like things gon' be alright Lights please, ah-ah-ah Lights please, ah-ah-ah Lights please, ah-ah-ah Lights please, turn off the lights Lights, please Alright, if y'all niggas heard the first one, The Come Up and shit, then you would have heard part 1 of this joint right here. It's "Dead Presidents", you know classic nigga, that's classic Jay shit. So I did it, threw it on the first mixtape, this is about a year ago. We let niggas hear like you know the mixtape whatever, and there was always this one nigga that stuck out to me like a year ago. This nigga's like "yo". like I thought I did my thing on this shit, that was like two of my favorite verses that I did, but he was just like "Yo", like, "Yo you didn't come right man. If you gon' come on Dead Presidents son, you gotta come, hard son, you gotta come harder than that son, you gotta come harder than that." I was like, man what you mean I came hard? But, that shit always stuck in my mind, so doing this next, you know, doing this The Warm Up I was like, damn, I gotta get on it again, I gotta do it again. Just almost like, just to prove to that nigga and kinda prove to myself that you I can, I can maybe get a little...

war

Now get the fuck up off me nigga.. As I, struggle to keep my balance and composure I'm 'posed ta, propose a toast to players on every coast-a The lyrical roller coaster, mind-bender 'Stead of watchin these sucker MC's I'm seein just how they lyin to the general population Don't be patient, get up and stand up for your life Don't you agree or understand we lost some rights at 1-1-9? Come dumb, come young, come blind unwind confined To the situation, we facin, cause in time, tick tick boom Tick, boom.. tick, tick-boom Tick, boom.. tick, tick-boom Tick, boom.. tick, tick-boom Tick, boom.. tick, tick-boom {*explosion* forward and reversed} {*scratched: "You're gonna die here"* - 2X} When will we all, awake up out this dream Come here and smell the Folgers, the soldiers are human beings Man actin as if he was the supreme bein Clockin the souls of men out like he was G-O-D and W-A-Rrah, there'll be no tomorrow but sorrow And horror will follow the hollow hearts battle for dollars Politicians, modern day magicians Physicians of death, more health care for poor health Who makin us ill, they makin us kill That's makin me spill my guts (chill Big, lay in the cut) For what? I refuse to sit in the backseat and get handled Like I do nuttin all day but sit around watch the Cartoon Channel I rap about, the Presidential election and the scandal That followed, and we all watched the nation, as it swallowed And chalked it up, basically America you got FUCKED The media shucked and jived now we stuck - damn! {*singing - can't be heard clearly*} {*scratched: "You're gonna die here"* - 2X} Operation Anaconda - ask yourself Was it full of bleeps and blunders, did they ever find Osama? And why in the fuck did Daniel Pearl have to pay the price For his life and his wife plead twice? See Al-Amin got life and Fred got dead, Hampton To dampen the dream of all the Panthers They got they answer for ransom As we read together, as we dream together Count your blessings whenever you feel that things won't be no better But it got to, you gave me this microphone so I must rock you Your brainwaves, airwaves, energized and SHOCKED you Y'all got me, well I got y'all, long as I know y'all listenin I'mma always bring food for thought to the table in the kitchen Now eat nigga!

trapstar

Fill up the bank account, overload I just touched down on the truckload You an impostor like gusto You an impostor like gusto I keep the tool like Rambo I'm rich and still trap out the bando I'm rich and still trap out the bando I'm rich and still trap out the bando Play with the key like piano Play with the key like a banjo Play with the key like a guitar I turned myself to a trapstar I turned myself to a trapstar I turned myself to a trapstar (aye, trap) Trapstar, trapstar, trapstar If you get dope on your hands Don't put your hands on your face Run it and stack up some bands Throw that shit right in your safe Real trapper gon' make him a cap everyday (real trapper, real trapper, real trapper) Hit you a jugg or ice out your Rollie, go skate I put a cam in my license plate We fuck her you know we don't go out on dates (You know we ain't spendin' money on ho's) I'd rather go strike on the dice I bet it all in one play on the 6 and the 8 Me and my nigga pull up where your momma lay Better bring the money back to me ándale I sprinkle the pot with the baking soda like a funnel cake (fuck wit' da' fuck wit' da pope) And she never seen a boss I told her I be's the boss And she rather wait in the car When I pull up and serve at your house I met the little bitch at the bar I told her that I was a trap star I'ma be in the hall of fame of trappin' I beat up the pot with a crow bar Fill up the bank account, overload I just touched down on the truckload You an impostor like gusto You an impostor like gusto I keep the tool like Rambo I'm rich and still trap out the bando I'm rich and still trap out the bando I'm rich and still trap out the bando Play with the key like piano Play with the key like a banjo Play with the key like a guitar I turned myself to a trapstar I turned myself to a trapstar I turned myself to a trapstar Trapstar, trapstar, trapstar

another one

(Puff Daddy) Ayo, turn out all the lights in the club Grab your bitch, nigga We here (Rick Ross) We talking about new money, nigga. What you know about it? (Puff Daddy) Rozay! Turn me up real loud I want these niggas to hear me Bugatti Boyz. Puff Daddy. Maybach Music, this Bad Boy, bitch You niggas paranoid I party getting money I know I’m the shit: my janitor be getting money I got a skyscraper, it’s a hell of a view Got me closer to God, angel wings on my coupe Pray for me, damn I grind everyday for it If you see me riding in it, means I paid for it Bugatti Boyz 1.8 fours I got money baby I could order 8 more Fuck the Forbes list lets tell the truth I ate more I got a billion baby time to get 8 more 12 bedrooms, time to get 8 more Stack up all the cases of Ciroc up on the 8th floor Got a hundred million (its time to get another one) How this Bugatti feel (I may need me another one) 5 bad bitches (just got me another one) P. Diddy run the city (never be another one) 5 mill cash (and I need another one) Rocking a different Rollie (no this not the other one) Stacking a number getting money (nigga number one) Real niggas run the city (never be another one) These haters speculate They always watching mine She know what time it is Just like my watch line My clothes line The cologne bitch I know you smell this money sitting on this throne bitch I’m strong bitch I own shit Gave myself a ten digit bonus I’m the money man, never financed Go get this money baby, with yo fine ass If ya nigga broke it’s time to get another one If you bitch is tripping time to get another one I’m Puff Daddy bitch there’ll never be another one Bugatti Boyz forever one I feelin’ the money I’m lovin’ the paper Nigga hate in the 'hood Took his ho to Jamaica If I let down the top Let the breeze in my beard VIP is the spot, they playing musical chairs My Columbian the man, holla, "Beam me up shawty" Got that money in the bag that can hold a fucking body 1.5 for this brand new black Bugatti Jewels like I’m Slick Rick Bally shoes ladi-dadi I’m feeling myself, bitch you do the same Fuck what I spend at the bar You should see how I came Keep my bitch at her best With one foot in the trap If I bust at your chest I bet that's a wrap (take that)

the big picture intro

One-two, y'all know, y'all know Alright, we gon' keep it moving Check this out though We gon' keep it moving, we gon' keep it moving Get 'em up, y'all know what time it is, get 'em up Right you are You a true underground head You know what this mean right here baby This ain't motherfucking LL Cool J, get it up You know what this mean It don't mean lazy motherfucker either, get it up aight You ready Prim It don't mean Everybody keep your L up like that It don't mean nothing, but one thing Throw that L up in the air We gon' have you do this shit All motherfucking night so get used to it Get used to it This is for my man Big L, word 'em up Put your Ls up, put your Ls up Put your Ls up, put your Ls up You know the game plan C-Town, that's my main man We never bring luggage, we go shopping when the plane lands Still run with the same clan used to be a Kane fan Everything I rock is name brand L'll make your dame swallow Your ice don't shine and your chain hollow While you front in clubs for hours with the same bottle Takin midget sips, I run with the richest cliques Tap the thickest chicks, plus drop the slickest hits You know nothing about L, so don't doubt L What's this motherfucking rap game without L? That's like jewels without ice That's like China without rice Or the Holy Bible without Christ Or the Bulls without Mike Or crackheads without pipes The Village without dykes Or hockey games without fights Don't touch the mic if you unable to spit Flamboyant is the label I'm with, motherfucker

the 50th law introduction

SO OVER YOU IS THE GREATEST ENEMY A MAN CAN HAVE AND THAT IS FEAR. I KNOW SOME OF YOU ARE AFRAID TO LISTEN TO THE TRUTH—YOU HAVE BEEN RAISED ON FEAR AND LIES. BUT I AM GOING TO PREACH TO YOU THE TRUTH UNTIL YOU ARE FREE OF THAT FEAR.... – Malcolm X THE FEARFUL ATTITUDE In the beginning, fear was a basic, simple emotion for the human animal. We confronted something overwhelming—the imminent threat of death in the form of wars, plagues, and natural disasters—and we felt fear. As for any animal, this emotion had a protective function—it allowed us to take notice of a danger and retreat in time. For us humans, it served an additional, positive purpose—we could remember the source of the threat and protect ourselves better the next time. Civilization depended on this ability to foresee and forestall dangers from the environment. Out of fear, we also developed religion and various belief systems to comfort us. Fear is the oldest and strongest emotion known to man, something deeply inscribed in our nervous system and subconscious. Over time, however, something strange began to happen. The actual terrors that we faced began to lessen in intensity as we gained increasing control over our environment. But instead of our fears lessening as well, they began to multiply in number. We started to worry about our status in society—whether people liked us, or how we fit into the group. We became anxious for our livelihoods, the future of our families and children, our personal health, and the aging process. Instead of a simple, intense fear of something powerful and real, we developed a kind of generalized anxiety. It was as if the thousands of years of feeling fear in the face of nature could not go away—we had to find something at which to direct our anxiety, no matter how small or improbable. In the evolution of fear, a decisive moment occurred in the nineteenth century when people in advertising and journalism discovered that if they framed their stories and appeals with fear, they could capture our attention. It is an emotion we find hard to resist or control, and so they constantly shifted our focus to new possible sources of anxiety: the latest health scare, the new crime wave, a social faux pas we might be committing, and endless hazards in the environment of which we were not aware. With the increasing sophistication of the media and the visceral quality of the imagery, they have been able to give us the feeling that we are fragile creatures in an environment full of danger—even though we live in a world infinitely safer and more predictable than anything our ancestors knew. With their help, our anxieties have only increased. Fear is not designed for such a purpose. Its function is to stimulate powerful physical responses, allowing an animal to retreat in time. After the event, it is supposed to go away. An animal that cannot not let go of its fears once the threat is gone will find it hard to eat and sleep. We are the animal that cannot get rid of its fears and when so many of them lay inside of us, these fears tend to color how we view the world. We shift from feeling fear because of some threat, to having a fearful attitude towards life itself. We come to see almost every event in terms of risk. We exaggerate the dangers and our vulnerability. We instantly focus on the adversity that is always possible. We are generally unaware of this phenomenon because we accept it as normal. In times of prosperity, we have the luxury of fretting over things. But in times of trouble, this fearful attitude becomes particularly pernicious. Such moments are when we need to solve problems, deal with reality, and move forward, but fear is a call to retreat and retrench. This is precisely what Franklin Delano Roosevelt confronted when he took office in 1933. The Great Depression that had begun with the stock market crash of 1929 was now at its worst. But what struck Roosevelt was not the actual economic factors but the mood of the public. It seemed to him that people were not only more fearful than necessary but that their fears were making it harder to surmount adversity. In his inaugural address to the country, he said that he would not ignore such obvious realities as the collapse of the economy and that he would not preach a naive optimism. But he implored his listeners to remember that the country had faced worse things in its past, periods such as the Civil War. What had brought us out of such moments was our pioneer spirit, our determination and resolve. This is what it means to be an American. Fear creates its own self-fulfilling dynamic—as people give in to it, they lose energy and momentum. Their lack of confidence translates into inaction that lowers confidence levels even further, on and on. “So, first of all,” he told the audience, “let me assert my firm belief that the only thing we have to fear is fear itself—nameless, unreasoning, unjustified terror, which paralyzes needed efforts to convert retreat into advance.” What Roosevelt sketched out in his speech is the knife’s edge that separates failure from success in life. That edge is your attitude, which has the power to help shape your reality. If you view everything through the lens of fear, then you tend to stay in retreat mode. You can just as easily see a crisis or problem as a challenge, an opportunity to prove your mettle, the chance to strengthen and toughen yourself, or a call to collective action. By seeing it as a challenge, you will have converted this negative into a positive purely by a mental process that will result in positive action as well. And in fact, through his inspiring leadership, FDR was able to help the country shift its mind-set and confront the Depression with a more enterprising spirit. Today we seem to face new problems and crises that test our national mettle. But just as FDR made the comparison to even worse times in the past, we can say that what we are facing is not as bad as the perils of the 1930s and the subsequent war years. In fact, the reality of twenty-first-century America is something more like the following: our physical environment is safer and more secure than any other moment in our history. We live in the most prosperous country in the world. In the past only white males could play the power game. Now millions upon millions of minorities and women have been given entrance to the arena, forever altering the dynamic—making us the most socially advanced country in that regard. Advances in technology have opened up all kinds of new opportunities; old business models are dissolving, leaving the field wide open for innovation. It is a time of sweeping change and revolution. We face certain challenges as well. The world has become more competitive; the economy has undeniable vulnerabilities and is in need of reinvention. As in all situations, the determining factor will be our attitude, how we choose to look at this reality. If we give in to the fear, we will give disproportionate attention to the negative and manufacture the very adverse circumstances that we dread. If we go the opposite direction, cultivating a fearless approach to life, attacking everything with boldness and energy, then we will create a much different dynamic. Understand: we are all too afraid—of offending people, of stirring up conflict, of standing out from the crowd, of taking bold action. For thousands of years our relationship to this emotion has evolved—from a primitive fear of nature, to generalized anxiety about the future, to the fearful attitude that now dominates us. As rational, productive adults we are called upon to finally overcome this downward trend and to evolve beyond our fears. THE FEARLESS TYPE THE VERY FIRST THING I REMEMBER IN MY EARLY CHILDHOOD IS A FLAME, A BLUE FLAME JUMPING OFF A GAS STOVE SOMEBODY LIT.... I WAS THREE YEARS OLD.... I FELT FEAR, REAL FEAR, FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE. BUT I REMEMBER IT ALSO LIKE SOME KIND OF ADVENTURE, SOME KIND OF WEIRD JOY, TOO. I GUESS THAT EXPERIENCE TOOK ME SOMEPLACE IN MY HEAD I HADN’T BEEN BEFORE. TO SOME FRONTIER, THE EDGE, MAYBE, OF EVERYTHING POSSIBLE ... THE FEAR I HAD WAS ALMOST LIKE AN INVITATION, A CHALLENGE TO GO FORWARD INTO SOMETHING I KNEW NOTHING ABOUT. THAT’S WHERE I THINK MY PERSONAL PHILOSOPHY OF LIFE ... STARTED, WITH THAT MOMENT.... IN MY MIND I HAVE ALWAYS BELIEVED AND THOUGHT SINCE THEN THAT MY MOTION HAD TO BE FORWARD, AWAY FROM THE HEAT OF THAT FLAME. – Miles Davis There are two ways of dealing with fear—one passive, the other active. In the passive mode, we seek to avoid the situation that causes us anxiety. This could translate into postponing any decisions in which we might hurt people’s feelings. It could mean opting for everything to be safe and comfortable in our daily lives, so no amount of messiness can enter. When we are in this mode it is because we feel that we are fragile and would be damaged by an encounter with the thing we dread. The active variety is something most of us have experienced at some point in our lives: the risky or difficult situation that we fear is thrust upon us. It could be a natural disaster, a death of someone close to us, or a reversal in fortune in which we lose something. Often in these moments we find an inner strength that surprises us. What we feared is not so bad. We cannot avoid it and have to find a way to overcome our fear or suffer real consequences. Such moments are oddly therapeutic because finally we are confronting something real—not an imagined fear scenario fed to us by the media. We can let go of this fear. The problem is that such moments tend to not last very long or repeat themselves too often. They can quickly lose their value and we return to the passive, avoidance mode. When we live in relatively comfortable circumstances, the environment does not press on us with obvious dangers, violence, or limitations to our movement. Our main goal then is to maintain the comfort and security we have, and so we become more sensitive to the slightest risk or threat to the status quo. We find it harder to tolerate feelings of fear because they are more vague and troubling—so we remain in the passive mode. Throughout history, however, there are people who have lived in much tighter circumstances, dangers pressing in on them on a daily basis. These types must confront their fears in the active mode again and again and again. This could be growing up in extreme poverty; facing death on the battlefield or leading an army in war; living through tumultuous, revolutionary periods; being a leader in a time of crisis; suffering personal loss or tragedy; or having a brush with death. Countless people grow up in or with such circumstances and their spirit is crushed by adversity. But a few rise above. It is their only positive choice—they must confront these daily fears and overcome them, or submit to the downward pull. They are toughened and hardened to the point of steel. Understand: no one is born this way. It is unnatural to not feel fear. It is a process that requires challenges and tests. What separates those who go under and those who rise above adversity is the strength of their will and their hunger for power. At some point, this defensive position of overcoming fears converts to an offensive one—a fearless attitude. Such types learn the value not only of being unafraid but also of attacking life with a sense of boldness and urgency and an unconventional approach, creating new models instead of following old ones. They see the great power this brings them and it soon becomes their dominant mind-set. We find these types in all cultures and all time periods—from Socrates and the Stoics to Cornelius Vanderbilt and Abraham Lincoln. Napoleon Bonaparte represents a classic fearless type. He began his career in the military just as the French Revolution exploded. At this critical moment in his life, he had to experience one of the most chaotic and terrifying periods in history. He faced endless dangers on the battlefield as a new kind of warfare was emerging, and he navigated through innumerable political intrigues in which one wrong move could lead to the guillotine. He emerged from all of this with a fearless spirit, embracing the chaos of the times and the vast changes going on in the art of war. And in one of his innumerable campaigns, he expressed the words that could serve as the motto for all fearless types. In the spring of 1800 he was preparing to lead an army into Italy. His field marshals warned him that the Alps were not passable at that time of year and told him to wait, even though waiting would spoil the chances for success. The general replied to them, “For Napoleon’s army, there shall be no Alps.” And mounted on a mule, Napoleon proceeded to personally lead his troops through treacherous terrain and past innumerable obstacles. It was the force of one man’s will that brought them through the Alps, catching the enemy completely by surprise and defeating them. There are no Alps and no obstacles that can stand in the way of a person without fears. Another example of the type would have to be the great abolitionist and writer Frederick Douglass, who was born into slavery in Maryland in 1817. As he later wrote, slavery was a system that depended on the creation of deep levels of fear. Douglass continually forced himself in the opposite direction. Despite the threat of severe punishment, he secretly taught himself to read and write. When he was whipped for his rebellious attitude, he fought back and saw that he was whipped less often. Without money or connections, he escaped to the North at the age of twenty. He became a leading abolitionist, touring the North and telling audiences about the evils of slavery. The abolitionists wanted him to stay on his lecture circuit and repeat the same stories over and over, but Douglass wanted to do much more and he once again rebelled. He founded his own antislavery newspaper, an unheard-of act for a former slave. The newspaper went on to have tremendous success. At each stage of his life Douglass was tested by the powerful odds against him. Instead of giving in to the fear—of whippings, being alone on the streets of unfamiliar cities, facing the wrath of the abolitionists—he raised his level of boldness and pushed himself further onto the offensive. This confidence gave him the power to rise above the fierce resistances and animosities of those around him. That is the physics that all fearless types discover at some point—an appropriate ratcheting up of self-belief and energy when facing negative or even impossible circumstances. Fearless people do not emerge exclusively from poverty or a harsh physical environment. Franklin Delano Roosevelt grew up in a wealthy, privileged family. At the age of thirty-nine he contracted polio, which paralyzed him from the waist down. This was a turning point in his life, as he faced a severe limitation to his movement and possibly an end to his political career. He refused, however, to give in to the fear and the downward pull on his spirit. He went the opposite direction, struggling to make the most of his physical condition and developing an indomitable spirit that would transform him into our most fearless president. For this type of person, any kind of encounter with adversity or limitation, at any age, can serve as the crucible for forging the attitude. THE NEW FEARLESS TYPE THIS PAST, THE NEGRO’S PAST, OF ROPE, FIRE, TORTURE ... DEATH AND HUMILIATION; FEAR BY DAY AND NIGHT, FEAR AS DEEP AS THE MARROW OF THE BONE ... THIS PAST, THIS ENDLESS STRUGGLE TO ACHIEVE AND REVEAL AND CONFIRM A HUMAN IDENTITY ... YET CONTAINS, FOR ALL ITS HORROR, SOMETHING VERY BEAUTIFUL.... PEOPLE WHO CANNOT SUFFER CAN NEVER GROW UP, CAN NEVER DISCOVER WHO THEY ARE.... – James Baldwin Through much of the nineteenth century, Americans faced all kinds of dangers and adversity—the hostile physical environment of the frontier, sharp political divisions, a lawlessness and chaos that came out of great changes in technology and social mobility. We responded to this constrictive environment by overcoming our fears and developing what came to be known as a pioneer spirit—our sense of adventure and our renowned ability to solve problems. With our growing prosperity this began to change. In the twentieth century, however, one environment remained as harsh as ever—the black ghettos of inner-city America. And out of such a crucible a new fearless type came forward, exemplified by such figures as James Baldwin, Malcolm X, and Muhammad Ali. But the racism of the times constricted their ability to give full rein to this spirit. In recent times, newer types have emerged from inner-city America with more freedom to advance to the highest points of power in America—in entertainment, politics, and business. They come from a Wild West–like environment in which they have learned to fend for themselves and give full rein to their ambition. Their education comes from the streets and their own rough experiences. In a way, they are throwbacks to the freewheeling types of the nineteenth century, who had little formal schooling but created a new way of doing business. Their spirit fits the disorder of the twenty-first century. They are fascinating to watch and in some ways have much to teach us. The rapper known as 50 Cent (aka Curtis Jackson) would have to be considered one of the more dramatic contemporary examples of this phenomenon and this type. He grew up in a particularly violent and tense neighborhood—Southside Queens in the midst of the crack epidemic of the 1980s. And in each phase of his life he has had to face a series of dangers that both tested and toughened him, rituals of initiation into the fearless attitude he has slowly developed. One of the greatest fears that any child has is that of being abandoned, left alone in a terrifying world. It is the source of our most primal nightmares. This was Fifty’s reality. He never knew his father, and his mother was murdered when he was eight years old. He quickly developed the habit of not depending on other people to protect or shelter him. This meant that in every subsequent encounter in life in which he felt fear, he could turn only to himself. If he did not want to feel the emotion, he had to learn to overcome it—on his own. He began hustling on the streets at any early age, and there was no way he could avoid feeling fear. On a daily basis he had to confront violence and aggression. And seeing fear in action so routinely, he understood what a destructive and debilitating emotion it could be. On the streets, showing fear would make people lose respect for you. You would end up being pushed around and more likely to suffer violence because of your desire to avoid it. You had no choice—if you were to have any kind of power as a hustler, you had to overcome this emotion. No one could read it in your eyes. This meant that he would have to place himself again and again in the situations that stimulated anxiety. The first time he faced someone with a gun, he was frightened. The second time, less so. The third time, it meant nothing. Testing and proving his courage in this way gave him a feeling of tremendous power. He quickly learned the value of boldness, how he could push others on their heels by feeling supreme confidence in himself. But no matter how tough and hardened they become, hustlers usually face one daunting obstacle—the fear of leaving the streets that are so familiar and that have taught them all of their skills. They become addicted to the lifestyle, and even though they are likely to end up in prison or die an early death, they cannot leave the hustling racket. Fifty, however, had greater ambitions than to become merely a successful hustler, and so he forced himself to face and overcome this one powerful fear. At the age of twenty and at the peak of his hustling success, he decided to cut his ties to the game and dive into the music racket without any connections or a safety net. Because he had no plan B, because it was either succeed at music or go under, he operated with a frantic, bold energy that got him noticed in the rap world. He was still a very young man when he had faced down some of the worst fears that can afflict a human—abandonment, violence, radical change—and he had emerged stronger and more resilient. But at the age of twenty-four, on the eve of the release of his first record, he came face-to-face with what many of us would consider the ultimate fear—that of death itself. In May of 2000 an assassin poured nine bullets into him in broad daylight as he sat in a car outside his house, one bullet going through his jaw and coming within a millimeter of killing him. In the aftermath of the shooting, Columbia Records dropped him from the label, canceling the release of his first album. He was quickly blackballed from the industry, as record executives were afraid to have any kind of involvement with him and the violence he was associated with. Many of his friends turned against him, perhaps sensing his weakness. He now had no money; he couldn’t really return to hustling after turning his back on it, and his music career seemed to be over. This was one of those turning points that reveals the power of one’s attitude in the face of adversity. It was as if he were confronting the impassable Alps. At this moment, he did as Frederick Douglass did—he decided to ratchet up his anger, energy, and fearlessness. Coming so close to death, he understood how short life could be. He would not waste a second. He would spurn the usual path to success—working within the record industry, nabbing that golden deal, and putting out the music they thought would sell. He would go his own way—launching a mix-tape campaign in which he would sell his music or give it away for free on the streets. In this way he could hone the hard and raw sounds that he felt were more natural to him. He could speak the language of the hood without having to soften it at all. Suddenly he felt a great sense of freedom—he could create his own business model, be as unconventional as he desired. He felt like he had nothing to lose, as if the last bits of fear that still remained within him had bled out in the car that day in 2000. The mix-tape campaign made him famous on the streets and caught the attention of Eminem, who quickly signed Fifty to his and Dr. Dre’s label, setting the stage for Fifty’s meteoric rise to the top of the music world in 2003, and the subsequent creation of the business empire he has forged since. We are living through strange, revolutionary times. The old order is crumbling before our eyes on so many levels. And yet in such an unruly moment, our leaders in business and politics cling to the past and the old ways of doing things. They are afraid of change and any kind of disorder. The new fearless types, as represented by Fifty, move in the opposite direction. They find that the chaos of the times suits their temperament. They have grown up being unafraid of experimentation, hustling, and trying new ways of operating. They embrace the advances in technology that make others secretly fearful. They let go of the past and create their own business model. They do not give in to the conservative spirit that haunts corporate America in this radical period. And at the core of their success is a premise, a Law of Power that has been known and used by all the fearless spirits in the past and is the foundation of any kind of success in the world. THE 50TH LAW THE GREATEST FEAR PEOPLE HAVE IS THAT OF BEING THEMSELVES. THEY WANT TO BE 50 CENT OR SOMEONE ELSE. THEY DO WHAT EVERYONE ELSE DOES EVEN IF IT DOESN’T FIT WHERE AND WHO THEY ARE. BUT YOU GET NOWHERE THAT WAY; YOUR ENERGY IS WEAK AND NO ONE PAYS ATTENTION TO YOU. YOU’RE RUNNING AWAY FROM THE ONE THING THAT YOU OWN—WHAT MAKES YOU DIFFERENT. I LOST THAT FEAR. AND ONCE I FELT THE POWER THAT I HAD BY SHOWING THE WORLD I DIDN’T CARE ABOUT BEING LIKE OTHER PEOPLE, I COULD NEVER GO BACK. – 50 Cent The 50th Law is based on the following premise: We humans have generally little control over circumstances. People intersect our lives, doing things directly and indirectly to us, and we spend our days reacting to what they bring. Good things come our way, followed by bad things. We struggle as best we can to gain some control, because being helpless in the face of events makes us unhappy. Sometimes we succeed, but the margin of control that we have over people and circumstance is depressingly narrow. The 50th Law, however, states that there is one thing we can actually control—the mind-set with which we respond to these events around us. And if we are able to overcome our anxieties and forge a fearless attitude towards life, something strange and remarkable can occur—that margin of control over circumstance increases. At its utmost point, we can even create the circumstances themselves, which is the source of the tremendous power that fearless types have had throughout history. And the people who practice the 50th Law in their lives all share certain qualities—supreme boldness, unconventionality, fluidity, and a sense of urgency—that give them this unique ability to shape circumstance. A bold act requires a high degree of confidence. People who are the targets of an audacious act, or who witness it, cannot help but believe that such confidence is real and justified. They respond instinctively by backing up, by getting out of the way, or by following the confident person. A bold act can put people on their heels and eliminate obstacles. In this way, it creates its own favorable circumstances. We are social creatures, and so it is natural for us to want to conform to the people around us and the norms of the group. But underneath this is a deep fear—that of sticking out, of following our own path no matter what people think of us. The fearless types are able to conquer this fear. They fascinate us by how far they go with their unconventionality. We secretly admire and respect them for this; we wish we could act more like they do. Normally it is hard to hold our attention; we shift our interest from one spectacle to the next. But those who fearlessly express their difference compel our attention on a deeper level for a longer duration, which translates into power and control. Many of us respond to the shifting circumstances of life by trying to micromanage everything in our immediate environment. When something unexpected happens, we become rigid and we respond by employing some tactic that worked in the past. If events change quickly, we are easily overwhelmed and lose control. Those who follow the 50th Law are not afraid of change or chaos; they embrace it by being as fluid as possible. They move with the flow of events and then gently channel them in the direction of their choice, exploiting the moment. Through their mind-set, they convert a negative (unexpected events) into a positive (an opportunity). Having a brush with death, or being reminded in a dramatic way of the shortness of our lives, can have a positive, therapeutic effect. Our days are numbered and so it is best to make every moment count, to have a sense of urgency about life. It could end at any moment. The fearless types usually gain such awareness through some traumatic experience. They are energized to make the most of every action, and the momentum this gives them in life helps them determine what happens next. It is all rather simple: when you transgress this fundamental law by bringing your usual fears into any encounter, you narrow your options and your capacity to shape events. Your fear can even bring you into a negative field where your powers are reversed. Being conservative, for instance, can force you into a corner in which you are more likely to lose what you have in the long run because you also lose the capacity to adapt to change. Trying so hard to please people can actually end up pushing them away—it is hard to respect someone who has such an ingratiating attitude. If you are afraid to learn from your mistakes, you will more than likely keep repeating them. When you transgress this law, no amount of education, connections, or technical knowledge can save you. Your fearful attitude encloses you in an invisible prison, and there you will remain. Observing the 50th Law creates the opposite dynamic—it opens possibilities, brings freedom of action, and helps create a forward momentum in life. The key to possessing this supreme power is to assume the active mode in dealing with your fears. This means entering the very arenas you normally shy away from: making the very hard decisions you have been avoiding, confronting the people who are playing power games with you, thinking of yourself and what you need instead of pleasing others, making yourself change the direction of your life even though such change is the very thing you dread. You deliberately put yourself in difficult situations and you examine your reactions. In each case, you will notice that your fears were exaggerated and that confronting them has the bracing effect of bringing you closer to reality. At some point you will discover the power of reversal—overcoming the negative of a particular fear leads to a positive quality—self-reliance, patience, supreme self-confidence, and on and on. (Each of the following chapters will highlight this reversal of perspective.) And once you start on this path, it is hard to turn back. You will continue all the way to a bold and fearless approach to everything. Understand: you do not have to grow up in Southside Queens or be the target of an assassin to develop the attitude. All of us face challenges, rivals, and setbacks. We choose to ignore or avoid them out of fear. It is not the physical reality of your environment that matters but your mental state, how you come to deal with the adversity that is part of life on every level. Fifty had to confront his fears; you must choose to. Finally, your attitude has the power of shaping reality in two opposite directions—one that constricts and corners you in with fear, the other that opens up possibilities and freedom of action. It is the same for the mind-set and spirit that you bring to reading the chapters that follow. If you read them with your ego out in front, feeling that you are being judged here, or are under attack—in other words, if you read them in a defensive mode—then you will needlessly close yourself off from the power this could bring you. We are all human; we are all implicated by our fears; no one is being judged. Similarly, if you read these words as narrow prescriptions for your life, trying to follow them to the letter, then you are constricting their value—their application to your reality. Instead you must absorb these words with an open and fearless spirit, letting the ideas get under your skin and affect how you see the world. Do not be afraid to experiment with them. In this way, you will shape this book to your circumstances and gain a similar power over the world. IN MY VIEW ... IT IS BETTER TO BE IMPETUOUS THAN CAUTIOUS, BECAUSE FORTUNE IS A WOMAN, AND IF YOU WISH TO DOMINATE HER YOU MUST BEAT HER AND BATTER HER. IT IS CLEAR THAT SHE WILL LET HERSELF BE WON BY MEN WHO ARE IMPETUOUS RATHER THAN BY THOSE WHO STEP CAUTIOUSLY. – Niccolò Machiavelli

hello love remix

My nigga T-Rone The newest member of the family YMCMB, Rich Gang fo' life BLAAAT~! {M-Geezy} {*echoes*} T-Rone~! Realest shit I've ever wrote 1, 2, 1.. w/ Raheem Devaughn ad-libs Hello, love, I know ya deal And I know you can get me killed Get me killed... How dare ya judge... the ways of lust When you're the reason that I don't trust? Fuck you, love - fuck you, love Hello, love, I know your deal And I know you can get me killed You can get me killed, fuck you, love - fuck you, looooove Fuck you, love - fuck you, love - fuck you, love Fuck you, love; I know you can get me killed... Juicy J, I don't love these bitches, I don't trust 'em either Ratchet chick ain't no keeper, I just fuckin' leave her I'm married to this money - I be chasin' cash You married to that bitch? She talk 'bout takin' half These hoes smart - gold diggers be going hard Leave your ass, now you sick - broke nigga with a broken heart I'm smokin' like a chimney, your girl wanna fuck my Bentley You in love with that freaky ho, you'll give that chick a kidney We don't fall in love, man, we stickily pimpin' I'm in VIP, sippin' with the baddest bitches Smokin' on some loud, trippy niggas we turn it up Your girlfriend gon' give me head in the bathroom, I'm a burn her up And then I sent her home to her man (goodbye) And then I go scoop that chick again And she wanna fuck me in my Benz, bitches with you for your ends And you blind to see you trust her when she say "I'm just a friend" Hello, love, I know your deal And I know you can get me killed You can get me killed; fuck you, love - fuck you, loooove Fuck you, love - fuck you, love - fuck you, love Fuck you, love Well it hurt, love, don't love nobody (true) but I love your body (true) And lord knows, had you on froze when I dug that body Is it lust? So easily, you gain a nigga's trust It's gettin' scary, she's gettin' eerie to get a nigga's bucks (back up bitch) All we do is argue - tit for tat, go back and fourth Last time we had to argue, you had 'em kick me out and put you back on the porch (it's not fair) So fuck love, yeah, fuck you love Cause when we break up, we make up and I fuck you, love (you like that?) Did it hurt, love? You could get me killed You know, death threats with the best sex; this shit's the world Hello, love, I know ya deal And I know you can get me killed Get me killed... How dare ya judge... the ways of lust When you're the reason that I don't trust? Fuck you, love - fuck you, love Hello, love Cause I love hustlin' Got a stick in the truck, bitch, cause I love bustin' She love the way it feel, and Jesus walk through customs Giuseppe on them heels, yeah them Kanye customs I don't make love - shit, I love fuckin' I hit it from the back like what the cat done drugged in She blowin' that loud, I keep the pussy on tilt Beautiful faces sayin' "I got milk" She lovin' the crew, we met back at the club Now we get it on the weekend, that's Saturday love Sunday night's Bamboo, I'll touch you up Take you back to the crib and fuck you, love Hello, love, I know your deal And I know you can get me killed You can get me killed; fuck you, love - fuck you, looooove Fuck you, love - fuck you, love - fuck you, love Fuck you, love; I know you can get me killed (WHOO!)

4 letter word

4 Letter Word You make me wanna sing to you (ahh ohh) Yeah, its the little things you do for me Homie, lover, friend I can spend my life with you (ahh ohh) Yeah, girl we ain't gotta thing to lose so Lets go, and runaway Its you and me never gotta worry Cuz we always got each other Like the moon, t-to the sea girl you got me feeling your way Your my 4 letter word, 4 letter word, my 4 letter word, 4 letter word, your my 4 letter word, 4 letter word, my 4 letter word, 4 letter word, 4 letter 4 letter word You can be anywhere in the world but your here with me Cuz your my 4 letter word, 4 letter word and I'm your 4 letter word (woah) To be loved to be loved what a feeling its a drug Ima addicted to ya hugs, and kisses and ya ahh No matter who's around I show affection Walk you on the inside of the side walk for protection I need a moment To take it all in feel so surreal don't it When you need me call me I will never leave you lonely And I think thats it corny to just call you my angel You my aaliyah this letter is almost 4 pages See my parents and your parents don't agree They think our love is temporary cuz we only teens ButNot too many get it right on the first try And I'm feeling so right for the first time I don't wanna hear a love song cuz I live it Every moments memorable we'll never forget it Love the way you pucker up your lips when I peck it When you get this message I'll be right here when you check it My heart, my mind, my soul, my time its all for you let me say it one more time My heart, my mind, my soul, my time its all for you underscore bottom line Your my 4 letter word, 4 letter word, my 4 letter word, 4 letter word Love, your my 4 letter word, love

i grew up on wu tang

I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side Staying alive was no jive Had secondhands, Mom's bounced on old man So then we moved to Shaolin land A young youth, yo, rocking the gold tooth, 'Lo goose Only way I be gettin' the G off was drug loot And let's start it like this son Rolling with this one and that one (Bongo by the way) (Red Wallabies) Buzzin' with my Killa Beez Chronic had my eyes chinky like Compton was the Philippines Junior prom, red suit, Tasha in that limousine Tryna suck the head off my dick like a guillotine Came in her mouth, then gave her some Listerine Put a condom on and let her grind it like a centipede (Cash rules everything around me) Before Dre found me, before my city crowned me Bummy lil nigga, pussy niggas used to clown me Had to wear my brother's clothes, them shits used to drown me 6 years passed, now I'm banging in the county Niggas that used to talk shit, won't even come around me Reciting Method Man while my celly just sit there Niggas know I been on the Wu before Ric Flair Came home through the hood, GX shinin' Now these bitches think I'm Lex Diamonds Nigga I grew up on Wu-Tang Nigga I grew up on Wu-Tang (Cash rules everything around me) (Cash rules everything around me) I grew up on Wu-Tang, dope had my shoe game Liu Kang Jordan 12's sick as hell, Michael Jordan flu game Glass jar, Pyrex, obsessed with the blue flame Lexus coupe, rubbin' on them titties boy, 2 Chainz Top of the food chain, niggas wanna kill me 'Cause I turned into the plug, I'm where the chronic and the pills be RZA with the rings, Ol' Dirty with the stainless Five .38 revolvers, thirty-six chambers Killah like Ghostface, as the Rollie rotate Daytons on the S-Class equipped with the floor safe And we had the stash spots with them red and blue tops Chronic in the GLAAD lock, the dope spot padlocked In the living room baggin' shit up, watchin' Matlock Black Glock, crack rock bundled in my black socks And my mama workin' late, skinny nigga servin' weight Let the chronic circulate the Purple Tape I grew up on Wu-Tang Nigga I grew up on Wu-Tang (Cash rules everything around me) (Cash rules everything around me) (C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dollar, dollar bill y'all)

jonathantaylorthomas

Young Jonathan Taylor Thomas, ridin' in a hummer See, bitches like Joe they see me they start to stutter I'm sittin' on butter. I'm smokin' til the sun up And then I roll another and let it burn like Usher Jenny from the block looking bitch just stop You thinkin that you hard but you just a fuckin bop You'll never get respect, they'll never cut the check Bitch, don't hold your breath less you wanna meet death I got a new blade, I'm tryna break it in I'm hopin' that you come up with some shit so we can get it See BONES let em' have it I'm creepin through the alley I hit the blunt once, and fly away like Lenny Kravitz See, I ain't even rappin' See, flowin's just a habit I hope you know what happens if you try to bring me static I'm cuttin' off the lights, you runnin' for your life But really you just runnin' til you run into my knife Dark cold forest, precipitation pourin' See just because you dyin', doesn't mean that you're important Nobody gon' miss ya, I promise give it time The memory of you will slowly fade up in they mind Your room gets changed, your clothes put away There's nothing like you left it and it hurts to even breathe The smile on your parents just as fake as their intentions They're sayin' that you'll make it, but they know you'll never make it I'm rollin' fast, I'm smokin' slow I'm gettin' cash, I'm blowin' smoke I'm rollin' fast, I'm smokin' slow I'm gettin' cash, I'm blowin' smoke

drugs hoes money etc

Counting sheep until I'm sound asleep I'm lounging deep in a grave I found without a sound or peep I lay in the ground, six feet Slick as sleet, sneakin' a beat Let the breath leak out my mouth Bitch, I want your skull, fuck what's under your skirt You broke my heart, and now I'ma, I'ma make you hurt Stomp you on the curb, and then I'll throw you in the dirt Give you back to the Earth Girl, you were something special, yeah, you were my fucking first You wanna cuddle? We can cuddle in the back of the fucking hearse (We can cuddle in the back of the fucking hearse) I don't need your sympathy, make them bitches sing for me Caught up in reality, smokin' on some fantasy Put the gun against my head, pull the trigger, now I'm dead Bitches wanna count my bread, only let them give me head Sleeping in a tulip bed, smokin' green and seeing red Loading up the clip with lead, trigger finger soft as thread No jewels and no chains, I like it that way Don't know what I'm up to until that Glock in your face I pop that bitch, and I spray Got these hoes on delay All it take is one word, they do whatever I say (All it take is one word, they do whatever I say)

hallelujah

Young Chop on the beat Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Bitch I'm cooler than a cooler (Yah) Big shouts out to my jeweler (Bling) Hit a lick been rich ever since (Bih) Say Chief Sosa broke that's a rumor (Nah) These broke ass niggas need tune ups (Yah) I'm a rich ass nigga Hallelujah (Bih) Broke niggas we see right through ya (Yah) Bitch Chief Sosa getting that mula (Bih) Bitch I'm cooler than a cooler (Yah) Big shouts out to my jeweler (Bling) Hit a lick been rich ever since (Bih) Say Chief Sosa broke that's a rumor (Nah) These broke ass niggas need tune ups (Yah) I'm a rich ass nigga Hallelujah (Bih) Broke niggas we see right through ya (Yah) Bitch Chief Sosa getting that mula (Bih) Ayy, ayy Every time I look up my bitch starting some shit (Bitch) Damn I hate a bitch that like to argue and shit (Bitch) Got so much designer shit you’ll think I model this shit (Sosa Baby) There go the glory boyz again they popping bottles and shit (GBE baby) I say if you need a feature, homeboy hit up my line (Hit up my line) I love when me and Ben Franklin be spending some time (Bih) Walk in the mall buy all the stores, bitch get on this ride (Haha) And if your boyfriend wanna be like me, tell him get on his grind Bitch I'm cooler than a cooler (Yah) Big shouts out to my jeweler (Bling) Hit a lick been rich ever since (Bih) Say Chief Sosa broke that's a rumor (Nah) These broke ass niggas need tune ups (Yah) I'm a rich ass nigga Hallelujah (Bih) Broke niggas we see right through ya (Yah) Bitch Chief Sosa getting that mula (Bih) Bitch I'm cooler than a cooler (Yah) Big shouts out to my jeweler (Bling) Hit a lick been rich ever since (Bih) Say Chief Sosa broke that's a rumor (Nah) These broke ass niggas need tune ups (Yah) I'm a rich ass nigga Hallelujah (Bih) Broke niggas we see right through ya (Yah) Bitch Chief Sosa getting that mula (Bih) Ayy, ayy Tadoe off the molly he retarded and shit ('Tarted and shit) Take a look off in my closet lots of Robins and shit (Robins and shit) And MJ bring the same shoes out, I'm still copping them shits (Copping them shits) Bentley coupes and Hummer trucks and 'Raris and shit ('Raris and shit) I do this so Lolo won't have to worry again (Worry again) And KayKay can be like pops and ride 'Raris and shit ('Raris and shit) There go Chief Sosa, girl he ducking paparazzi again (Paparazzi again) You looking for me I'm in the woods with Holly in shit Bitch I'm cooler than a cooler (Yah) Big shouts out to my jeweler (Bling) Hit a lick been rich ever since (Bih) Say Chief Sosa broke that's a rumor (Nah) These broke ass niggas need tune ups (Yah) I'm a rich ass nigga Hallelujah (Bih) Broke niggas we see right through ya (Yah) Bitch Chief Sosa getting that mula (Bih) Bitch I'm cooler than a cooler (Yah) Big shouts out to my jeweler (Bling) Hit a lick been rich ever since (Bih) Say Chief Sosa broke that's a rumor (Nah) These broke ass niggas need tune ups (Yah) I'm a rich ass nigga Hallelujah (Bih) Broke niggas we see right through ya (Yah) Bitch Chief Sosa getting that mula (Bih) Bitch I'm cooler than a cooler (Yah) Big shouts out to my jeweler (Bling) Hit a lick been rich ever since (Bih) Say Chief Sosa broke that's a rumor (Nah) These broke ass niggas need tune ups (Yah) I'm a rich ass nigga Hallelujah (Bih) Broke niggas we see right through ya (Yah) Bitch Chief Sosa getting that mula (Bih)

hustle

Rolling with the top down, on peanut butter guts Trolling, I'm about to clown Let me go and turn the bass up (Turn it up) Holding that Glock nine, in case a hater run up Golden, I'm the shit now, so your bitch on my nuts I got my car smoking, but it ain't the motor It's just me and that dodo These bops strolling, I stop and poke 'em But I'm trying to get that dough, ho Ridin' dirty, ain't no hobo It's just me strapped up like a GoPro And I'm one deep; Han Solo Laws trying to capture me like a photo, hustle All I need is two cups of drank With the system crank in the fifth of faint See me pulling pranks in my candy paint Pull broads around me in crowds Vouge tires when I hit the breaks My hustle skills you can't debate Money don't wait, I'll be stacking up bank Till I'm dead and up in them clouds Getting to the cake, man, fuck your faith Riding outta state with a Texas plate Speakers in the back beating like an ape 4 15"s Rockford Fosgate Crawl like a snake, boys gonna hate But it's money to make, don't fall for the bait Save the bullshit, I ain't gotta cape All I got till I'm in the grave Is a whole lot of hustle, hustle (2X) Pack it up and send it all away 9 to 5 I could do it all day, boy you know I gotta (hustle) Broom and a mop, I clean 'em up from outer space Gotta beam 'em up got an universal (hustle) Had a premonition of me in the front seat of 2013 Boy, we gotta (hustle) We gotta, we gotta (hustle) You wanna go follow your dream then (hustle) Yeah, couldn't tell me not to believe in the people That I was put in-front of and told that I had an opportunity To become a part of a situation that put me in a position To maybe some day break out of a small town, I guess I fell for the okey-doke I suppose, I couldn't turn around in the hokey-poke game To see lames and other folks who thought a joke was being played on me Oh well, the story goes again, here we go again I'll again frown while the motherfuckers grin I can hear the sound of the gate closing in And I can feel the breeze of the hate blowing in Cause they all wanna go sight-seeing Hop in the Chevy and ride for a little while Then they kinda wanna drive Even make a turn, off a road you ain't familiar with And offer to pay for the gas for a little bit, then Before you know it, you got a best friend But when he started off, he was just hitch-hiking Should have heard real when they said "Wolf for real If ya chill, then you'll find another one just like him" But it's hard as a motherfucker to say No When you're a rookie talking to a veteran playing pro And everything that he's saying He's saying to pay him close attention So you put your hand low Palms out, opened, hoping And you can't even see that engine smokin' Plus all the money that he gave, you owe him Rear view mirrors all of them broken Black boys, white boys, just a token For the slot-machine, and the gambling notion Scamming and scoping, the animal inside The cannibal chose him, me I fell for another man's hustle

right now remix

Right now, right now, right now, right now Murda, Future, Young OG right now Kiss, hol' up I'm still eating, I'm being greedy I rather that then being needy Camera man tryna TMZ me Side piece tryna PND me Right now I'm too cautious Thirsty hoes get two Vosses You with a loser that's two losses Dripping off me, I'm too saucy Off white on a off night Givenchy lay on a laundry day Soft whites going off right These diamonds shine like light bulbs My shoe closet like flight club Treat your ass like the athletes Might hit it when I leave the night club I don't trust them either, I don't blame Metro Fuck with OG, not a lame retro Told you from the get go, let's go, get go, get low Couple niggas betting against us, that's no bet tho If Brooklyn don’t trust you like what’s up with son’ They throw bullets where I’m from make you cough up a lung If ain't no bad bitches in there I pull up with some And right now I’m on some kush and a cup of som’n 100 shooters in the club, 100 bottles 100 shooters in the club, 100 bottles nigga Coppin the whips on these niggas Don't fuck, don't fuck, don't fuck with these niggas Ain't got no love for these niggas No love, no love, no love for these niggas I just blow the cash on my young hoe I just blow some cash on my young hoe Fuckin' up this cash with my young niggas Fuckin' up a bag with my young niggas Oh I just ran off on the plug (twice) If you ain't getting money, you a dub I'm lit right now, Fab and Kiss on the remix right now For a bag of bricks, I hit you like Rico hit Mitch right now Got pills on me, got loud on me, got powder She got a period, so she want suck it for a hour She nasty with it, want me to put it in her anus She my Blac Chyna, my Amber Rose, she a stripper, I'mma make her famous Got a rollie I ain't paid for piece hittin' right now Get the pyrex, get the baking soda, I'mma whip it, right now I'm whats up right now, I'm Fat Joe, all the way up right now If Future don't trust it, bang bang, I'mma shot you up right now If Murda don't trust you he gon' shoot you Lil' Mexico don't trust you we gon shoot you Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon shoot you If Brooklyn don't trust you, they gon shoot you I don't rep nothing my nigga, I'm neutral D-Block, any conflict and I'm making it crucial If Jada don't trust you then Kiss is gon' shoot you Funeral on Tidal, the wake is on Youtube What they do, they selling hard, puffing wet Messing with the credit cards, bustin' checks Pumping in the jets, dumping off the Tec's Hopping on the yachts, jumpin' off the jets Like I just blow the cash on my young hoe I just blow some cash on my young hoe Fuckin' up this cash with my young niggas Fuckin' up some bands with my young niggas 100 shooters in the club, 100 bottles 100 shooters in the club, 100 bottles Coppin the whips on these niggas Don't fuck, don't fuck, don't fuck with these niggas Ain't got no love for these niggas No love, no love, no love for these niggas (Metro Boomin want some more, nigga)

mad fo

You know one thing I hate? It's when a person come up to me or I hear somebody say, “It must be nice” You know my answer that is, “You must be a hater” Tell me why you mad fo' (Remo the Hitmaker) Hey, listen here, Luda, we gotta keep it real, boy We gon' do it like this, baby Listen here, you know what I'm saying? Luda Tell me what they mad fo', come around the hood See us sitting there looking good Tell me what they mad fo' 'cause you be on the radio Sounding like you made a million dollars Yeah, time to start putting grown-ass men on time out Tell me what they mad fo' Huh? Tell me what they mad fo' Go to the corner and cry somewhere, man Tell me what they mad fo' Old insecure ass, nigga, yo heart pump Kool-Aid, man Tell me what they mad fo' What you mad at me for? Luda Is it 'cause I got houses on every coast? Or that I'm on that Forbes list makin' rich rappers look broke? While they're blowin' that smoke, I'm blowin' a couple million, makin' a killin' stuntin' on impostors Only rapper in the game with a Grammy and an Oscar (and the winner is...) 7-figure movie deals, 8 figure bank runs And I'm still feedin' the same hood that I came from (yeah!) Any car that you got, I've already drove Any chick that you hit, my nigga, I've already hoed (I did, ow!) Say it with your chest like these diamonds in my charm Name on my headphones, label tatted on my arm (oh!) Air traffic control say, “Ludacris is insane” That niggas daughter's birthday's the tail number on his plane (tell 'em, real talk) Fuck with me but nobody's fuckin' with me Takin' a shot of my cognac, more millions, real G's chug it with me If I'm happy, there's no reason you should be sad for (why?) So will somebody, can somebody please Tell me what they mad fo', ah, come around the hood See us sitting there looking good, skrrt Tell me what they mad fo' 'cause you be on the radio, yeah Sounding like you made a million dollars Tell me what they mad fo', ha Tell me what they mad fo' Is you niggas hatin' 'cause you mad Or is you mad 'cause you hatin'? Tell me what they mad fo' Choose one, hater Tell me what they mad fo' Now if these niggas hatin' on me, I'ma kill 'em dead If I wasn't rappin' I'd be probably be in the feds In the cell, gettin' mail, with a million dollar bail But instead of countin' blues, I'ma take this YSL And this Gucci, and this Louis, Prada 'cause I'm hotter I used to ball in Philly, with that nina Iguodala I beefs up in my Beamer, check aboard my collar (skrrt) And when I check my bank account, I'm checkin' for them commas I'm like all these niggas haters, all these bitches fuckin' At 24 I went and bought a Ghost like it was nothin' At 25 I bought that Aston Martin, now we stuntin' And you nigga still talkin' all this money, shit, you bluffin' You bluffin', you bluffin', I really think you bluffin' 100,000 dollars, magnum bottles just crush 'em Now tell me why you hatin'? You hatin' 'cause you mad? Or is you mad because you hatin'? Boy, you sad Tell me what they mad fo', come around the hood See us sitting there looking good Tell me what they mad fo' 'cause you be on the radio Sounding like you made a million dollars Tell me what they mad fo' Huh, tell me what they mad fo' Tell me what they mad fo' Tell me what they mad fo' Haha, look, yeah, okay I see why you mad, I'm countin' all this money And I'm poppin' all these tags, hoppin' to it, fuckin' bunnies Real nigga, one hundred, you tryna do it, I done it I spit sick on this rap shit, make 'em sick to they stomach I'm clean, man, you hate, mad 'cause I make it keep it real with a real nigga I got racks on racks and a black Maybach, call it black on black 'cause I kill niggas In the club, all girls, no niggas, don't talk to me 'cause I ain't really tryna hear niggas In the coupe, it's the truth and the roof go poof, vamoose, I can make it disappear, nigga See this the type of shit that I be sayin' Just because I'm ballin', that don't mean a nigga playin' Yup, haters can blow me like a fan Flyer than a bitch, I don't think I'ma ever land But in the meantime, baby, what's your plan? You can call me daddy but I can't be your man Fiendin' like the addicts, when I pull it out, they panic Bi-bi-bitch, I do damage, you gon' need an ambulance Tell me what they mad fo', come around the hood See us sitting there looking good Tell me what they mad fo' 'cause you be on the radio Sounding like you made a million dollars Tell me what they mad fo' Huh, tell me what they mad fo' Showtime Tell me what they mad fo' Put one hand in the air if you know somebody That's mad at you right now for no reason Tell me what they mad fo' Can you hear me now? Ayy Ayy, ridin' around in my Jeep, bumpin' that 2Pac (ayy, ayy) I'm walkin' around in my hood, cocked back two Glocks (bam) 98 in my status, I came back, I'm the baddest Christian's on my feet, I told you, I'm the baddest (damn, ayy) All the way in Paris, don't talk, you'll get embarrassed (yeah) My watch is fuckin' up, yeah, you get embarrassed (ayy) 500 hunnid on them racks, pulled out them stacks (get 'em, Gs) Niggas talkin' crazy, drop top Maybachs (ow!) My life is just ludicrous, sucker, you just new to this 430's pullin' up, godddamn we do this shit Chickens and the waffles, chillin' in the villa Bumpin' Ludaversal, gettin' that scrilla Tell me what they mad fo', huh, come around the hood, ayy See us sitting there looking good Ladies and gentleman Tell me what they mad fo' 'cause you be on the radio Sounding like you made a million dollars Ha, tell me what they mad fo' Yuugh Tell me what they mad fo' Woo Tell me what they mad fo' Hey Luda, you know why these haters mad right? Tell me what they mad fo' The truth shall set you free If you sellin' all the records and you fuckin' all the bitches And you sit a top of the charts and you livin' out your wishes With your chains all smothered and your watches all glittered And your Ghost and your Phantoms all comin' home to visit Or maybe 'cause your bitches was never really your bitches With your baby mama fuckin' every rapper in the business Niggas sayin' you was better when the drugs was in your system Now your crack swag gone ever since you came from prison Got you tweetin' all stupid, is you skatin', is you dissin'? Found out your Ghost leased and your Phantom just rented Won’t need it in your name like Pac when he went missin' Makaveli lives on so I'm ridin' on you bitches Hail Mary be the witness, Lord Willin', I was dealin' Stupid motherfuckin' five star, tatted on his ceilin' Bulls eye, be the motherfuckin' target for this killin' Ain't y'all the motherfuckers with the millions? Tell me what they mad fo', come around the hood See us sitting there looking good Tell me what they mad fo' 'cause you be on the radio Sounding like you made a million dollars Tell me what they mad fo' Huh, tell me what they mad fo' Tell me what they mad fo' Tell me what they mad fo'

the end of all things

Whether near or far I am always yours Any change in time We are young again Lay us down We're in love Lay us down We're in love In these coming years Many things will change But the way I feel Will remain the same Lay us down We're in love Lay us down We're in love

sometimestheuglytruthcanbebeautiful

Check it In my room feeling ruined like Pompeii Just trying to get my head on straight, through all the way Thinking about the day, the last time I saw your face I only wish I could've told you come with me on the plane Makes me wanna murder, cry, and love all in one Emotion, promise I will always be there for you son Sometimes I just wanna switch roles and change gears Like I wish that I was gone and you were right here Emotion, mind overflowin' I wish that I could turn it off but it keep going I wish that I could hit the break, but I keep rolling And if they talking down, prepare for the chosen one You've just begun, I been Doing this shit since Nick had the blimp You too new to shit to be a threat BONES sneeze on the track and knock you off the map Like that (You know I don't sleep much) Midnight and it's hard to breathe (You know I don't sleep much) Can't remember the last time I dreamed (You know I don't sleep much) Midnight and it's hard to breathe (You know I don't sleep much) You wanna step? Better learn how to battle Sucka MC's get slammed like gavels When words do travel and cases unravel Now you caught up with Five years in Federal Security expose your insecurities If I show you the realest me you will faint up on the scene, capisce Off the leash I'm a freak, put on a beat and I eat I throw me a new rapper that think he fucking with me I destroy, here come the noise Came to get down, bad boy like Detroit Tell them I breathe the same since I been in it Hit the ribbon before they even start Bitch I'm finished Check it (You know I don't sleep much) Midnight and it's hard to breath (You know I don't sleep much) Can't remember the last time I dreamed (You know I don't sleep much) Midnight and it's hard to breath (You know I don't sleep much)

feasting on the flowers

I was walking through the streets I could not hear my best friend call He was feeling incomplete about to take his final fall Last thing I remember there were tears of blood and just not mine Any other day and I would save you from this cold decline Everything they said about everything Was a coming undone it's a life supreme I do and I don't, well I do and I don't, oh yeah yeah Feasting on the flowers so fast and young It's a light so bright that I bite my tongue I do and I don't, well I do and I don't, oh yeah yeah The next dimension, show me in We were moving in the world, expanding your realities A force of nature on the verge, commanding abnormalities Last thing I remember there was ringing in my selfish ears Twenty-Six a number much too small for someone's golden years Everything they said about everything Was a coming undone it's a life supreme I do and I don't, well I do and I don't, oh yeah yeah Feasting on the flowers so fast and young It's a light so bright that I bite my tongue I do and I don't, well I do and I don't, oh yeah yeah The next dimension, show me in You get a little bit more this time when You give a little bit for your brother's kind Like she always said, "Oh, don't look back, just look ahead" You sing a little bit stronger when you Remember the song of your old best friend Like she always said, "Oh, don't look back, just look ahead" Everything they said about everything Was a coming undone it's a life supreme I do and I don't, well I do and I don't, oh yeah yeah Feasting on the flowers so fast and young It's a light so bright that I bite my tongue I do and I don't, well I do and I don't, oh yeah yeah

niggas in paris freestyle

I am swimmin' in money And pullin' yo' chick and I dip it in honey I'm baggin' them bitches You niggas is bummy I know what it is, holdin' it in Niggas wan' play like "Oh what it is" Talkin' like "That nigga know what it is" But when 44 come, that shit don't come That nigga gon' run BANG Get the whole drum Civic flock yo' lambo Rock my roca pants low No, my name ain't Lindsay But yo' girl gimme low hand (Lohan) though I got swave like ta-ta You in the daze like la la I'm from the T Dot city Where the city ain't pretty The niggas gotta deal with the matas like rah-rah Stand by watch 'em gaze in amazement I said I'm sick like AIDS in a patient Ya talk shit get grazed in the basement It's time for the lave and the swave shit But no time for the fakes and lame shit Don't see the whole team go ape shit Go mad, go dumb, go crazy So bad, so good, so swavey Oh baby, I swear I could spit this shit about a million times I got a billion rhymes, I got a trillion dimes And I don't even mean women I mean coins If we winnin' Then she joins But we pass And she points and says "These boys .. Damn them niggas they be comin' 'round doin' thiiiiisssss" G5 gon' fly straight to the crib Boy you know I'm tryna fuck me a stewardess Baby, you don't need no shots, just take 2 of this Since I don't make-out, the stuff I do ain't allowed I'm giving you too much heat I'm gon' take Bosh, Lebron and Wade out The fuck ya' niggas talkin' Ya' still corny with your braids out I heard yo chick's a killa Tell her to come and blow my brains out Oh hold up, I heard snakes in the grass So I gotta cut the lawn low And I'm sippin' on a Merlot And them niggas gon' chat till the 9 on they back like Rondo Your girls, my girls, my girl, my girls Oh girl, hi girl, by girl Lookin' for a white girl But I'm not Tyga But you know a Tiger would (Wood) if a tiger could This a wood shop class, come climb my wood I got a new whip with designed out hood And you ain't never in it The whip like penny You niggas Pooh, you something like Winnie And the beat keeps going And the freaks keep blowin' And the freaks keep goin' Till the skeet skeet goin' In her cheeks she's holdin' it Ew, I'm sorry ya'll Had to stop on that line Almost got in that rhyme On the top of that line Huh, use somethin' from the top of my mind Ah damn, ah shit, goin' outta my mind And ya not on my time I'mma shoot her 9 times With the luger 99 Make the swave go threw her her 9 times If a man wanna talk that shit like he a big cat, betta have 9 lives See I said "I don't talk, please let the judge speak" I'm so ahead of ya'll, I wrote this next week You said your love strong, but your chest weak I said you are now flockin' with the best T .. O-R-Y You ain't never seen no car fly 9 times outta 10 Niggas say you last year Last year it was your time This year it's Tory time Next year is Tory time Call me father, Maury time Ya niggas need some more time Mutha flock ya'll I'm on more grind So if you don't like me, then mutha fuck you too Cause I don't give a shit 'bout the fuck you do, nigga

happy ending

I don't even wanna fucking do this song, for real But I wouldn't be real if I didn't I be sittin' by myself and I be thinkin', "Momma, what have I become?" All I wanted was a family, but when I look up, you the only one Losing everything but money, everybody left and I don't even get to see my young Only happiness I get is in the studio or when I get to do another run On the road, doin' shows, get the woes, when it slows Gettin cold, getting old, but the flows, gettin' sold I've been doin' this a minute but I think I wanna end it 'cause I'm on a higher level when I go But the music I be doin', it be losin' 'em and make it really tough for me to grow All I wanted was a family portrait, see my babies on a ranch with horses But I was fucking devil bitches in corsets I was livin' really good then I torched it I'm sorry Ms. Jackson, I'm speakin' for real and I never meant to make your daughter cry But I guess I'm a failure with women I'm lost and I feel like I ought to die Feel like that I'm rotting away, my life is just off in the grey How much does it cost? I will pay, to lay, and be off in a coffin today I mean off in ashes, this life ain't after it clashes, If I get blasted This is Suicide Letters all over again, I thought that I passed it But I guess that I didn't, 'cause this one is written and there is no mending When I'm broke I'm a joke, when I croak I just hope that I won't be descending But this ain't a joke, I want you to know that Tech Ninna is never pretending Alone in my bed, with a gun to my head, asking, "where is my happy ending?" Yeah Tell me how it ends What about me? Where is my happy ending? What about me? Is this a life worth living? You know how it begins, but how does it end for me? Will I ever win, or does he have it in for me? Will this stop before I stop breathing? Is there light in this dark I'm seein'? I put my life in this music, Nina is inside out I set my heart out for people, they know what the inside 'bout Will they keep feelin' Nina forever? This I doubt Can never cry for help, so if you listenin' this my (Shout!) I'm searching for the passage way to happiness But i'm worldly so I have to lay in nastiness Yes, this is Strange year, worldwide fame's near, but the game's queer Sometime I feel like I'm Rudolph the Reindeer But instead of a red nose, I stay in my red clothes And the music they said blows, is on top and the cred grows Can you resurrect a motherfucker that feel like he posses a dead soul Deteriorate to an inferior state almost equal to bread mold Now as my head goes, wish I could shed those Because all the times the Nina was shorted, what I bled froze So now that I'm cold blooded, and hella sick is what the med shows The tread slows, and don't even think you reviving a dead rose Yeah Tell me how it ends What about me? Where is my happy ending? What about me? Is this a life worth living? You know how it begins, but how does it end for me? Will I ever win, or does he have it in for me? Will this stop before I stop breathing? Is there light in this dark I'm seein'? I'm on the verge of insanity, but I'm competent I'm breakin' so I pick this one to vent The reason I look away when you talk to me my brain is producin' evilness I'm drownin' in 151 and Rumple Minze That's how I feel I sit in the mirror with this gun and practice how to kill But I know damn well that the people like me really wanna know how to chill This life is about a check, about a number, about a bill Think about all the love I lost because my quest is about a mill I feel like you're stupid, don't talk to me I'm crackin' up And I don't mean laughter, I'm full of bitterness and it's backing up And I live with angels, but lately demons been shackin' up Tug of war with my spirit, see the blood I'm hacking up? I love my kids and my fans inside I sob harder 'Cause you pay the price for my life and it's right like Bob Barker And I won't pretend that it's okay I'm no facade starter So I guess my only happy ending's in a massage parlor Yeah Tell me how it ends What about me? Where is my happy ending? What about me? Is this a life worth living? You know how it begins, but how does it end for me? Will I ever win, or does he have it in for me? Will this stop before I stop breathing? Is there light in this dark I'm seein'?

nobody

Not gonna stop I bet I can't get down to them (I can't fear nobody) That tender lovin' so lovely (I can't hear nobody) That tender lovin' so lovely (I can't see nobody) "You really don't understand do you?" Oh the rain, rain, the rain (Can't compete with nobody) Oh sunshine (Nobody) That tender lovin' so lovely (Nobody) They can't love anybody ​"You really don't understand do you?" Fear nobody, fear nobody I brought my shotty right up in the party No bodyguard, just see the squad and me What's in my pockets? I brought Ben Franklin with me What's in my house? 7,000 square feet My bank account? I swear it's no telling All type of amounts, just so I can spend it What's all around? Fake niggas act friendly 'Cause I'm on now, gotta keep it near me 'Cause niggas will smile, but really be frienemy Bitches all act down, but really ain't into me They just want my account, heard I got them milli's Can't go like that now, I'ma keep it pimpin' Pistols all around, opp tryna catch me slippin' 'Member my mama used to whip me Now I can buy her ass anything Oh the rain the rain the rain, oh sunshine That tender lovin' so lovely (Body) That tender lovin' so lovely (Nobody) "You really don't understand do you?" Not love somebody (Body) Lots of lovin' nobody (Nobody) Nobody "You really don't understand do you?" I don't fear no one War time, I'm gon' get me one Where I'm from you gotta walk 'round with your gun But I made it out, just to get some money "You really don't understand do you?" Now I'm riding what I want Fuckin' any thot I want I be buying anything I want Remember when I was broke? "You really don't understand do you?" They thought I was a joke "You really don't understand do you?" That money, I'm so in love with you 'Til I die, I'ma sing to you 'Cause I love you, I wanna be with you "You really don't understand do you?" Not gonna stop I bet I can't get down to them That tender lovin', so lovely That tender lovin', so lovely "You really don't understand do you?" Oh the rain, rain, the rain, the rain, oh sunshine I can't love in somebody, they can't love anybody Not lovin' somebody, lots of lovin' nobody, nobody "You really don't understand do you?"

if u seek amy

La, la, la, la, la-la, la, la La, la, la, la, la-la, la, la La, la, la, la, la-la, la, la La, la, la, la, la-la, la, la Oh baby baby, have you seen Amy tonight? Is she in the bathroom, is she smoking up outside? (Oh!) Oh baby baby, does she take a piece of lime For the drink that I'mma buy her? Do you know just what she likes? (Oh!) Oh, oh Tell me, have you seen her? 'Cause I'm so, oh I can't get her off of my brain I just wanna go to the party she gon' go Can somebody take me home? Ha-ha-he-he-ha-ha-ho Love me, hate me, say what you want about me But all of the boys and all of the girls are begging to if you seek Amy Love me, hate me, but can't you see what I see? All of the boys and all of the girls are begging to if you seek Amy (Love me, hate me) La, la, la, la, la-la, la, la La, la, la, la, la-la, la, la Amy told me that she's gonna meet me up I don't know where or when and now they're closing up the club (Oh!) I've seen her once or twice before, she knows my face But it's hard to see with all the people standing in the way (Oh!) Oh, oh Tell me, have you seen her? 'Cause I'm so, oh I can't get her off of my brain I just wanna go to the party she gon' go Can somebody take me home? Ha-ha-he-he-ha-ha-ho Love me, hate me, say what you want about me But all of the boys and all of the girls are begging to if you seek Amy Love me, hate me, but can't you see what I see? All of the boys and all of the girls are begging to if you seek Amy (Love me, hate me) Oh, say what you want about me Oh, but can't you see what I see? (Love me, hate me) Oh, say what you want about me ('Bout me, 'bout me) So tell me if you see her (Let me know what she was wearing and what she was like) 'Cause I've been waiting here forever (Let me know where she was going, I don't mind) Oh baby baby, if you seek Amy tonight (Oh!) Oh baby baby, we'll do whatever you like Oh baby, baby, baby Oh baby, baby, baby La, la, la, la, la-la, la, la La, la, la, la, la-la, la, la La, la, la, la, la-la, la, la La, la, la, la, la-la, la, la Love me, hate me, say what you want about me But all of the boys and all of the girls are begging to if you seek Amy Love me, hate me, but can't you see what I see? All of the boys and all of the girls are begging to if you seek Amy Love me, hate me, say what you want about me (Yeah, yeah) Love me, hate me, but can't you see what I see? All of the boys and all of the girls are begging to if you seek Amy (Love me, hate me) Oh, say what you want about me Oh, but can't you see what I see? (Love me, hate me) Oh, say what you want about me All of the boys and all of the girls Are begging to if you seek Amy

all dis money

All this money, got so much money Money, money All this money, got so much money All this money, got money, got money in the trap All this money, got money, got money cause I rap All this money, so much money, put it in the bag All this money, got money, got these niggas mad All this money, got so much money All this money, got so much money All this money, got so much money All this money, got so much money All this money, all this money So much money All these dirty hundreds made the money counter jam I ain’t got to count it cause a dollar weigh a gram Nigga I got birds, I got birds, Trans-Ams Young rich nigga catching serves out the Lamb I’m sticking to the script, you get script if you get caught stealin' I fell in love money, I done think I had no feelings Count it up, count it up, looking at the calendar I don’t know when I’m going out Word on the street if the plug serve me then we ain’t seeing no drought All this money, got money, got money in the trap All this money, got money, got money cause I rap All this money, so much money, put it in the bag All this money, got money, got these niggas mad All this money, got so much money All this money, got so much money All this money, got so much money All this money, got so much money All this money, all this money So much money Mango the fool, I’m draped up in jewels I got paper like I’m in school My diamonds they wet like a pool You tryna take 'em, Fox 5, make the news I got money like I work at a bank OG gas bags all in the trap, got it stank Got a knife on the end of the rifle, get shanked Hit the water with the baking soda, fuck around and faint Got a whole lot of money Trapping and capping I don’t have a budget Underarm kush got the whole club musty Say your nigga real shooter but your gun clip rusty I come from the dirty like rugby Rode around, tryna call me Benny cause I been had hundreds In the kitchen whipping like George Foreman I bring it back like it’s karma OKC the trap, we hit a nigga with the thunder All this money, got money, got money in the trap All this money, got money, got money cause I rap All this money, so much money, put it in the bag All this money, got money, got these niggas mad All this money, got so much money All this money, got so much money All this money, got so much money All this money, got so much money All this money, all this money So much money All this money, got too many hundreds Only big fish and my bitch count twenties Mango, go hit em with the K though Fuck around and leave your brain gone Big chase, big money Bunch of our shoes cost 15 hundred More chains, more ice Might blind your bitch, that’s on my life Young rich nigga from the bottom Made it from the bricks, you know we got 'em Hundred band cash on my robins Call Migo Bands, hit 'em with the carbon But your bitch can’t whip it like me Ain’t talking bout Alicia, got Keys Nigga I’d rather be rich than famous Fuck your ho one night, bitch in Vegas All this money, got money, got money in the trap All this money, got money, got money cause I rap All this money, so much money, put it in the bag All this money, got money, got these niggas mad All this money, got so much money All this money, got so much money All this money, got so much money All this money, got so much money All this money, all this money So much money

affirmative action

This is what, this what they want, huh? This is what it's all about? Time to take Affirmative Action, son They just don't understand, you kna'mean? Niggas comin' sideways, thinkin' stuff is sweet, man Niggas don't understand the four devils Lust, envy, hate, jealousy—wicked niggas, man Yo, sit back, relax, catch your contact Sip your con-gi-ac And let's all wash this money through this laundromat Sneak attack, the new cats in rap worth top dollar In fact, touch mines and I'll react like a Rottweiler Who could relate? We play for high stakes at gunpoint Catch 'em and break Undress 'em, tie 'em with tape, no escape The Corleone, fettuccine Capone Roam in your own zone Or get kidnapped and clapped in your dome We got it sewn, The Firm art of war is unknown Lower your tone, face it, homicide cases get thrown Aristocrats, politickin' daily with diplomats See me, I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe triple black Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche My destiny's to be the new boss That nigga Paulie gotta die, he too soft That nigga's dead on, a ki of heroin They found his head on the couch with his dick in his mouth I put the hit out Yo, the smoothest killer since Bugsy, bitches love me In Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies Yo, my people from Medina, they will see ya when you re-up Bring your heater, all your cream go between us Real shit, my Desert Eagle got an ill grip I chill with niggas that hit Dominican spots and steal bricks My red beam made a dread scream and sprayed a fed team Corleone be turnin' niggas to fiends Yukons and ninja black Lexus 'Mega the pretty boy with mafia connections It's The Firm, nigga, set it Yo, my mind is seein' through your design like Blind Fury I shine jewelry, sippin' on crushed grapes, we lust papes And push cakes inside the casket at Just wake It's sickenin', he just finished biddin' upstate And now the projects is talkin' that somebody-gotta-die shit It's logic, as long as it's nobody that's in my clique My man Smoke know how to expand coke in Mr. Coffee Feds cost me two mill' to get the system off me Life's a bitch, but God forbid the bitch divorce me I'll be flooded with ice, so Hell fire can't scorch me Cuban cigars, meetin' Foxy at Demars, movin' cars Your top papi Señor Escobar In the black Camaro, Firm deep All my niggas hail the blackest sparrow Wallabee's be the apparel Through the darkest tunnel I got visions of multi millions in the biggest bundle In the Lex pushed by my nigga Jungle E Money bags got Moët Chandon Bundle of sixty-two They ain't got a clue what we about to do My whole team, we shittin' hard like Czar Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega and Escobar I keep a fat marquess piece, laced in all the illest snake skin Armani sweaters, Carolina Herrera Be The Firm, baby, from BK to the Bridge, my nigga Wiz Operation Firm Biz, so what the deal is? I keep a phat jew-el, sippin' Cristy Sittin' on top of fifty grand in the Nautica Van We stay incogni' like all them thug niggas in Marcy The gods, they praise Allah with visions of Gandhi Bet it on my whole crew is Don Juan On Cayman Island with a case of Cristal And Baba Shallah spoke Nigga with them Cubans that snort coke Raw though, an ounce mixed with leak, that's pure though Flippin' the bigger picture The bigger nigga with the cheddar was mad dripper He had a fuckin' villa in Manilla We got to flee to Panama, but wait, it's half-and-half Ki's is one and two-fifth, so how we flip? 32 grams raw, chop it in half, get 16 Double it times three, we got 48 Which mean a whole lot of cream Divide the profit by four Subtract it by eight, we back to 16 Now add the other two that 'Mega bringin' through So let's see, if we flip this other ki Then that's more for me, mad coke and mad leak Plus a five hundred cut in half is two-fifty Now triple that times three We got three quarters of another ki The Firm, baby, Vol. 1

tribute to ronald

I got a story that'll waggle your eyes I got a burger and a thingy of fries, I think we disguise Our lives when we speak, but we show it with what we eat We defeat eternal demons with heaps of internal shitty meat Ronald had a dream when he was sucking his mom's titty He wanted to palm cities, rocking his fall hoodie In this heat? Nah man, he ain't no clown He don't need another guardian to hold the fucking place down Ronald, I never got to say thank you If you caught me at a KFC, I never meant to hurt you I tore down a thousand Burger Kings for talking shit Have 'em lost for words on some Stephen Hawking shit This cancer's got these little kids biting lips If burgers kill then fuck it, I'm gonna die from it I'll fucking die for you Ronald, I hope you understand Avoid beef and I'm taking your ass to Pakistan See, if Ronald McDonald would have to run a bottle shop Ronald would unload a couple shots on these fucking cops See McDonald's is the finest china quality That make your legs wobble A lava lamp holding Socrates is less post-modern than Ronald 'Cause in a thousand years You and I'll be gone but the patties keep flipping The chicken is still delicious, the living expense is limitless So why the fuck you eating salad, bitch? See back in '48 was when I heard of this magic place When the atom bomb crushed a small country in its natural state Rebuilt itself into a fine little real estate And reeled in any American chains with exceptional taste But (They don't understand) They don't understand, y'all (Who you and I are) But all I want to do Is to get another taste of you Keep cooking Fuck the haters, Ronald, I love you *mwah*